8 comments/ 11392 views/ 0 favorites The Revenge By: U4ea Shadows lengthened in the alleyways as she crept from the city's glaring flames. Torches lit passageways, but only in heavily traveled places, places she dared not go at the hour the bell tower chimed. Smells drifted through the air, reminding her how far away from home she was and making it seem ever more distant behind her. These smells never made it to her side of the city and she refused to consider what caused the tear-wrenching stench to filter into the night air. She moved quietly, almost soundlessly in an effort to remain hidden from view. Being caught here would only lead to disaster and even that would only be if she managed to make it home. Scanning the street at the end of the alley, she hurried across the dimly lit street and into another alley. More fumes assailed her nose causing her to pick up her skirts as she stepped. He would be waiting around the next corner and she could not afford the evidence of her journey to remain when this night had passed. Arms snaked out from the shadows as she passed a doorway, pulling her inside and muffling her scream. A hiss in her ear and a tightening around her middle cut the scream off as she was pulled roughly from the alley. Fearing the worst, she unsheathed a dagger from her belt and flicked it sharply across her assailant's wrist. Wanting only to shock and not to actually hurt, she was stunned when a deep-throated chuckle rumbled against her back. Stepping back, the arms released her and in the darkness she heard the scrape of flint as a match was lit, the tiny flame lighting up a face she'd longed to see for months. Almost immediately, she threw herself at him, pushing him to the wall and fastening her lips to his. Everything she'd felt, everything she'd hidden came out at once, causing a rush of blood leaving her lightheaded. She'd dreamed of him, lived for each short note. She'd risked everything to be near him and finally, at long last, here he was. Pushing her back softly, he placed a finger to her lips and jerked a thumb to a sleeping companion sitting under the window nearby. Smiling, he pushed his hands through her hair. Tingles rushed over her scalp, causing a fission of identical tingles down her spine. With a small gasp, she pulled away from his loving fingers, knowing she would give them away if she stayed within his grasp much longer. As if knowing her mind, he pulled her back to the door, lifting the hood of her darkest cloak over her head to cover her face. Hand-in-hand they moved into the gathering storm that covered the moon and sporadically flashed bright bolts of lightening overhead. The going was slow and arduous. Quite a few times they stopped, so pleased to finally be with each other that stopping and petting seemed impossible to resist. Temperatures raised, they finally left the dregs of the city behind and escaped into the countryside. The air grew heavy and she could only guess whether from the storm or their rushed feelings as they hurried to their hideaway. Rain began to slice down to earth, pushed toward them by the howling wind. They reached their former meeting place, both gasping for breath and reaching for the other. Clothes seemed to melt away, hastened by fingers hungry to feel flesh. Just out of the storm's reach they met. Lightening flashed and the rain grew dangerously insistent, pushing through the small opening that served as the door to their souls. Furious need set in quickly and the two could not part. His hands brought her body to life. Her breasts tingled, her nipples hardened and her breath grew ragged as a fiery pit of heat settled between her legs. Soon his hands were there, too, teasing her clit and easing into her, pressing first his fingers and then his thick shaft within her. Her body arched, receiving him deep inside her welcoming heat, her lips begging him for the completion her body craved. His thrusts became harder, more insistent, his control slipping as the thunder rocked the walls around them. Cries of pleasure were lost as the raging beast roared outside. Their bodies tensed in that moment that existed only when the body received more sensation than it could handle and they were both pitched over the edge. Their climaxes met as lightening speared the ground, trees cracked and splintered as the maelstrom echoed in her heart. As morning broke, they entered the city dregs. The sobs and tears she suppressed, though she wasn't sure how. She fed it all into the hole growing inside her chest where her heart used to be. Leaving him was always more difficult each time they passed, but knowing this was the last made the parting even more painful. Her steps seemed heavy and her shoulders wouldn't lift. With each step her resolve increased and by the time they reached the end of the alleyway she'd entered last night, her shoulders were straight and her eyes were clear. Inside, she felt numb; as if the strong thrash of emotions over the past few hours had robbed her of any other feeling. He stopped finally, turning to face her in the golden rays of dawn. His eyes held every emotion she suppressed; longing, love, desperation, anger, heartache and disgust. She saw them all and pressed her fingers to his lips quickly before he asked her to go with him. She knew he would, just to keep her from the fate that awaited her on the other end of the city. She couldn't do that to him, for her fate would preserve his and she would give anything to see that through. Wrapping her arms around him one last time, she turned and ran into the alleyway. Blinded by the tears she finally let fall unchecked and deaf to her racking sobs, she traversed the streets back to where she belonged. No matter what her heart wanted, duty waited, and it was duty she would curse for eternity. Hours later, held up by her father, more silent tears streaking her cheeks, her hand was given to man she did not love. Forced to wed and not to wait on her beloved, as she'd chosen, she was determined to have the last laugh. While her left hand felt the chill of gold metal as a ring slid over her knuckle, her right hand rested on her revenge. Thoughts of the years to come filled her head and her heart with dread, but the day would come when she would have what she desired. Head held high, she waited patiently on the day her prayers were answered and her husband was called to his grave. Bearing a son had been easy and the knowledge she imparted on her departing husband sent him gasping to his grave. The child he'd fostered and raised as his own was not his and never could be. The child of a pirate, a pirate he'd pledged to hang and had only given up finding after his marriage, would inherit his title. He would live forever under this roof, a living testimony to the undying will of true love. Revenge is often doled out to those who prove worthy. Love that was parted, found it's way back together after that which drove them apart disappeared. The Revenge As I reached near the swimming pool, I saw my wife, Tanya, 29, waving towards me. I waved back. She came out of the pool. She was quite fair and was wearing her pink colored bikini. As she paced towards the change room I saw her juicy melons juggling, desperate to come out. As she entered the change room water was still dripping from her round, tight and shapely ass. "My dick is so lucky." I thought and had an instant hard on. Tanya was inside the change room and I was casually looking at the other people present there. This was the club Tanya used to visit twice a week for tennis, swimming etc. and on my way home from office I used to pick her up. At 35, I work for a software firm as a senior level executive and was married couple of years back to Tanya. As I was looking around, I stopped when I saw a face. It was my junior, Matthew. He was relaxing by the pool. I remembered how day before yesterday I had given him a last warning for his dismal performance in the office in front of the entire staff. Now, I wanted to avoid him as I didn't want to spoil my mood. He was 25, was quite good when he joined but lately his performance started dropping and I had to do what I did in the office– scream at him. Now as I saw him, he was staring straight at something. Soon I realised what it was. It was at the change room my wife Tanya had just entered. "Does that mean he saw her entering it? He saw her bare back, her butt cheeks" I thought and a chill went through my spine. Almost suddenly the door of the change room opened and Tanya came out wearing a blue jeans and a black t-shirt. I quickly accompanied her to my car and drove towards home. We reached home, freshened ourselves and as quickly as possible dressed up. We had a company party to attend that night. Our company had won a client over our rivals and it was celebration time. I was wearing one of my best suits and Tanya was wearing the typical Indian dress. A deep red sari with golden borders with a black blouse. She let her jet black hairs into a bun and was wearing her specs which made her look intellectually sexy. As we entered the company resort, I observed that the party had already started. I joined some of my colleagues and Tanya joined the ladies. We chatted about our latest win over the rivals, current affairs etc. Twenty minutes passed and I realised how involved I was chatting with my colleagues. I searched for Tanya but she was not within sight. Suddenly I saw Tanya at a corner, with a glass of orange juice, laughing and chatting with, with Matthew. At that moment my senior came over to me and initiated a conversation as a result of which I couldn't quite focus on both of them. Few minutes passed after which I glanced at the place again where they were present earlier. I saw Matthew was walking towards the private rooms and Tanya was following him. I became alert. Why the hell should she go with a junior of mine? Why? But I got no answer. Five minutes passed and they didn't return. I thought of checking out myself. I didn't want to make a fool of myself by following them like an old prude. So I asked the bar tender about the back entrance to the private rooms and followed his directions. The first room was empty. Second room was empty too and so was the third room. The window to the fourth room was almost wide open. I peeped and saw Tanya and Matthew facing each other. Tanya was saying, "So I am supposed to pass this test." "Yes." Matthew answered with a devilish smile. Which test was she referring to? I had no clues. I felt my legs jamming as I saw Tanya reaching for her hairpin and pulling it. Her action freed her bun and her flowing silky black hairs came down till her waist. Matthew undressed his suite. I got a hard on. But I don't know why? Somehow, I knew what they were getting ready for but I didn't believe it. "Not Tanya!" I thought. Tanya and I enjoyed a good sex life. We had our own fantasies. I remember once during our climax I had asked her about whether she would like to experience a swap. She had said yes to it. But she told me that it had to be with some one who is of our societal status else not. And I thought "Why then with Matthew?" By now Matthew was topless and Tanya had stripped her sari. She was wearing a black petticoat inside. Matthew came out of his pants and was standing in front of her in a white underwear. He looked at her and she instantly untied the knot of the petticoat. It fell on the floor. My wife Tanya was standing wearing a black blouse and a black panty in front of a junior of mine whom I was about to fire! Matthew came closer and Tanya quickly stripped her blouse. Her black bra was fighting hard to hide her big boobs. Matthew came forward and ended the fight. He unhooked the bra and threw it on the floor. He took a couple of steps back and started to admire the sight. My balls were on fire and my dick...well that moment it reached its longest length. I was having problem having it inside my pants. Tanya was breathing hard and that made her boobs grow bigger with each breath. Few seconds later Matthew tugged down his underwear. His penis was parallel to the ground. "What happened?" he asked Tanya. Tanya placed both her hands on her hips and caught her panty. She was looking at him and after a while tugged down her panty. I don't know why I was doing it but the fact was that I was jerking my dick like a maniac. My wife....standing naked...in front...of another man....he was Matthew....my junior and I kept jerking, hard. The scene of my wife standing naked along with another man was much more erotic than I had ever imagined. Matthew came towards Tanya and cupped her boobs. He was squeezing them and she had her hands round his neck. Tanya kissed his chest, circled his nipples with her tongue and finally brought her face down to his penis. Tanya caught his penis and exposed his red mushroom. She first encircled it with her tongue and then slowly started sucking it. With one hand she was squeezing his balls and with the other she was milking his rod. If he thought that she was going to drink his cum he was wrong as Tanya suddenly stopped sucking and was standing up. As she was standing up she was caressing his butt and back with both her hands. She was a bit shorter than Matthew so she stood on her toe as their lips met. They kissed and kissed and kissed. Finally the lip lock broke as he pushed her on the bed and began moving down on her body. She was caressing his hairs. She was spreading her legs as he kept sliding down. On the way he was licking and kissing almost every cell of hers. The moment he reached her pussy he gripped her butt cheeks, a moan escaped from Tanya's mouth. Matthew kept licking my wife's cunt. In fact I saw he was even teasing her clit and got appreciation from Tanya as she kept closing-opening her thighs in ecstasy. He was squeezing Tanya's butt cheeks in a slow and sexy rhythm and kissing her inner thighs. Slowly he started moving upwards again and his hands were caressing her back. He kissed his way up to her face and kissed her forehead. That very moment Tanya suddenly pushed him, both of them rolled and Tanya was on top of Matthew. I watched in awe as she caught his penis jerked it few times and slid it inside her hot furnace. Tanya started to ride Mattew. "Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho hoo hooohhh hooooh hoooh hooh hhhhoooohhhhh hoooohhhh" Tanya moaned for the last time and collapsed on his chest. Matthew kept caressing her butt. "Turn around." Matthew said in a low voice. And Tanya turned around. Matthew caught both her ass and kissed them. He was kissing and applying his saliva all over her ass. He reached for her ass crack and slid his tongue tip inside. Tanya was on fire when he felt his tongue tip on her asshole. "Shit!" I said to myself as Tanya never allowed me to lick her backhole. Tanya was pressing her boobs like mad as Matthew kept going deeper and deeper with his tongue. Few minutes later, he stood up. Tanya was on her four. He jerked his penis and steadily began guiding it inside her pussy from behind. "Slowly...please.....slowly.....oh oh hoooh" Tanya moaned. As Matthew finished inserting it full he started slow rhythmic thrusts. After a while Tanya started complementing his rhythm. He was pumping front and Tanya was thrusting her hips back. Seconds passed and the sound of his cock hitting her butt echoed in the silence of the room. Matthew started to pump faster. He himself was moaning. He caught Tanya's ass tightly and one, two, three thrusts and his entire load flooded Tanya's ass. Both collapsed on the bed. They were exhausted and spent. So was I, as I felt my cum on my underwear. I ran for the wash room to clean myself. After about ten minutes I was back in the main hall where the party was going on full swing. Still Matthew and Tanya weren't there. And then they appeared, together. Matthew was looking slightly tired but he was carrying himself confidently. The look of Tanya really amazed me. She was looking refreshed and satisfied. Apart from her hairs everything was just the same as they were an hour ago. Her hairs were hastily tied in a bun. But she had a glow on her face as if she was feeling proud of what she did. For the first time I thought what a bitch I was married to. I purposely avoided her. She too didn't come up to me. We had our food etc and finally at 3 am the party ended. I was driving the car and Tanya was sitting beside me. She leaned on my shoulder and said, "Thanks darling. The party was so good but Mr Matthew Collins was better. He was really nice this evening. He satisfied me to the limit." I was shocked at the ease with which she was saying it all. She had no guilt within her. Was she drunk? I thought but realised she wasn't. I pretended that I knew nothing. I wanted her to apologise, moreover how could I justify my voyeurism to her? "What are you talking about?" I asked. "It's ok sweetheart. Its over now. You have surprised me and it was such an erotic one. Thanks again." "What surprise?" "Oh come on now. Mr Collins, MD of another branch told me everything. How you requested him to fuck me and wanted him to surprise me...put it as a test for me and all that. I can tell you Mr Collins is a really sexy lover. He made love to me for an hour and each moment was so liberating darling." I braked the car and it came to halt suddenly. She asked, "What happened?" "Nothing." I drove on. Matthew had tricked my intelligent wife Tanya into all this. And she dumbly believed him? How? Shit! I didn't sleep that night. "Tomorrow I am going to fire him because of his bad performance." I thought. Next day when I reached office, my secretary handed me an envelope. I went to my cabin and took out its contents. There was letter and a slip. It was Matthew's resignation letter and the slip read, "My performance was good, ask your wife." I sat down with a thud. It was his revenge and my wife, Tanya, never knew about it. The Revenge Geeta was applying makeup in front of the cupboard mirror after plating her hair. She looked beautiful and nowadays was more aware about how she appeared. Her earrings, studded with artificial diamonds, no longer glittered. She noticed it and murmured, "Shopkeeper guaranteed me that it would shine at least a year. Huh...liar." "Geeta, speed up your decoration or you'll be late. Others are waiting," her mom shouted from the kitchen where she was boiling water for Geeta's father for his bath. "She is wasting time fixing herself as if her future groom were coming to see her," she murmured to herself. "Yeah mom, just a minute," said Geeta and finished her preparations with a maroon bindi on the middle of her forehead. She walked out of her home with a steel jar in her hand filled with three storey made of brinjal vegetable at the bottom, five rotties in the middle, and a plastic pouch with buttermilk at the top most. When she reached at her work site, white coloured rottis would catch the red colour of chillies added to the vegetable. At the street her colleagues were waiting for her with a rickshaw. She adjusted herself among twenty others in a space that would normally seat seven. All were going to their work. They were daily labourers for building construction. It was their daily schedule to gather at one place and then depart for the construction site. Geeta's home was near the rickshaw stand, so when all came, at last they called her. As the driver started the engine, those remaining who had no place to sit clenched the rod behind the rickshaw and placed their feet on whatever they could find to rest them on. Geeta was seated near her best friend, Rekha, but for the last week they hadn't spoken to each other. The reason was that Geeta was taking too much interest in the site supervisor, Rameshwar, and Rekha cautioned her that he was not a good man. But Geeta felt she was jealous about her closeness with the supervisor, and they quarrelled a lot. Later they stopped talking to each other. If one saw another by mistakes, they made faces to exhibit how one despised the other. ****** "Don't waste much time in smoking. Finish it quickly and start your work." Yeah, the supervisor, Rameshwar, had arrived. His eyes rested on Geeta who was handing bricks to a mason. "Geeta, leave this work and come with me," Rameshwar said, one hand rubbing on his bulging fly and other holding his mobile. She quickly walked behind Rameshwar with a joyous countenance. He kick-started the bike, gesturing Geeta to sit. He drove away with her on the familiar road they passed every day except on Sunday, a holiday. She put her hand on his shoulder and she felt like the princess of the world. The bike stopped at the same hotel where they always went, "Red Rose." The receptionist smiled at Rameshwar as both stepped in. One of the rooms was always booked for the supervisor, since the hotel had few guests. The town had no attractions so the hotel remained almost empty, except for some astrologers and ayurvedic doctors who changed their towns repeatedly each month out of the fear that their false promises would be revealed and their customers would come asking for refunds. They claimed, with utmost sincerity on their faces, that money would be returned if their customers did not get guaranteed results. Both entered the room and Rameshwar closed the door. It contained a bed and a bathroom, nothing else. And what more they did want? First Rameshwar let her lie with great chivalry and then he took off her shirt and slipped near her. The curly hairs of his chest peeped out of his white vest. Geeta inserted her fingers trying to unroll them. He was in the habit of sucking her tight tits first. He liked them more because, unlike his wife's, they weren't made loose by his children's breast feeding. He unhooked her blouse and bra and her two melons sprang out. He hid his face between them and felt her soft skin. She pressed his head in pleasure. He drove out his tongue and began to slurp. She led one of his hands towards her legs, where her sari ended near her ankle. He inserted his hand to touch her mound. But her moistened knickers blocked his progress. He reached for her waist band and his hand popped in. He searched her swollen labia and then got to his feet. She lay on her back with leg apart, while he laid himself on the top. He thrust, thrust and thrust until he filled her with his cum. He left her and went in the bathroom. It was his practice to bathe each day after sex. Maybe he wished to washed out the sin he recently committed, or maybe he wished to wash out the sexually transmitted diseases (!). Actually no one knew the specific reason. He rubbed his naked back, cherishing the recently enjoyed moments Later Rameshwar opened the door, wrapping a towel on around his waist. He would wear the same white vest, the same grey brief, the same blue pants and black shirt. He was the same Rameshwar, except now his nuts were emptied. "When are we going to marry?" Geeta asked, combing her messy hair. "After I get the divorce," answered Rameshwar, putting on his pants. "I hear the same answer every month." The joy on her face disappeared. "You women don't know how complicated the process is. It's not like we are just buying potatoes or going shopping." "Sometimes I can't help myself thinking you won't marry me." The fear was in the each word spoken by Geeta. "My darling, my sweet heart, I promise you, we will, one hundred percent." Ramesh stopped buttoning his shirt to hug Geeta. Maybe tomorrow she would not come to the hotel and he would not be able to enjoy her tightness, so pretentions were very important! ****** It was Sunday and she missed her period. She was shocked! What would she do if her guess turned out to be real? And what would society say about an unmarried mother? "Mom, I'll be back in five minutes" Before stepping out of her home, she had to seek her mother's permission. "Where are you going?" asked mom, rubbing a stone like detergent soap on the clothes at the washing place. "To phone Rekha." She had to lie. "Why are you wasting money? You'll meet her tomorrow." Mom knew how hard it was to gather thread in such a meager income. And that's why she forced her daughter to drop out after completing seventh standard from the school. "I'll talk only a minute, mom," and she walked out of the house. She walked down the street and in four minute, she was in the telephone booth. She held the receiver, and dialed the phone numbers written in her palm with ballpoint pen. "Hello, it's Rameshwar," he received the call. "Geeta, I...I might be pregnant," she started with the main agenda to restrain the telephone bill in her budget. "...then, what should I do?" voice was heard after a long pause. "I'm unmarried, and the child is growing inside." She expressed her concern. "But I can't understand why you are calling me." Rameshwar spoke like he had never met her. "Rameshwar, the child is yours," she blurted. "My child? Are you kidding?" The real drama began. "It is not one of my neighbourer's, Rameshwar. I've been sleeping with you for a month." She tried to lower her voice. Others might overhear this conversation even in this closed booth. "You whore! God only knows how many men you have been sleeping with and you are telling me it's mine." The tone was hostile. "I have gone from being your beloved darling to a whore? Wow! What a great change! And for your kind information, I'm not a whore. You've promised to marry me." Geeta was about to cry. "Marry? I can't marry with you. Today you sleep with me, tomorrow with others. I don't know how many other men you have trapped, you bitch." He wasn't missing a chance to make her feel that it was HER mistake! "Rameshwar, mind your language. You've deceived me." She could no longer control her tears. "Don't panic. I'll pay the doctor's charges for an abortion...you know...it isn't a big deal." Yeah not a big deal, remove it like an unwanted weed. She hung up as there was nothing more that would come out of the conversation. For the first time she felt that the prince of her dreams wasn't a prince but the devil. She wiped her eyes and walked back to her home. She couldn't imagine what would happen now. ****** It was Monday. Rameshwar hadn't invited her to the hotel nor spoken to her. In Geeta's view, he was now unmasked. At noon time, as usual the workers gathered at an open place for lunch at the construction site. She remembered her past friend, Rekha, in this disaster. She forgot all rivalry and neared her. "Please, sit with me for lunch. I want to talk with you." Geeta whispered in her ears. Rekha nodded and they sat together far from the other workers. She described all the events and repented that she hadn't heeded Rekha's caution. "Men like this must be punished. No, not punished but killed. I can't tell you how many innocent girls have been caught in his traps." Rekha sounded as if she might cross any limit. "Tell me what I should do. I can do anything to ruin his life, so he thinks TEN TIMES before sleeping with any more innocent girls." In anger Geeta was breathing so fast. "Leave this responsibility on my shoulder. I've an idea," promised Rekha. "What idea?" "I've a childhood friend, Sangita, who is as close to me as you are. She's told me that she is infected with AIDS." "How will she help?" "We'll send her to sleep with him and the goal will be achieved." A cruel smile was playing on Rekha's face. "Will he go? Do you think we will be able to trick him?" "Rameshwar is mad about girls. He can never resist any girl. I'll give him her phone number. He'll invite her and she'll accept. It's so easy, Gita." Thus the plan was hatched. Next day was Tuesday. Geeta and Rekha met again at lunch. "What has happened?" Geeta asked. She was dying to know the progress of their plan. "The trap is set. At 10 pm, he'll come at the rickshaw-stop, and take Sangita to the hotel and complete his destruction..." Her smile was cruel and wicked. "Oh, Rekha, I'm always grateful to you. That will solve one problem. But what about the child in my womb?" Geeta was damn worried about it "We'll go to the doctor for an abortion, and it'll be solved. Geeta, forget about this, but never make this mistake again." But Geeta didn't speak. She had something else on her mind. She didn't forget her mother's word, which she had spoken during a dinner one day, "Geeta, did you know about Kanu uncle's daughter?" "Nah." "She was found dead in her room, she... burnt herself." "Why?" Geeta knew her mother was telling her this for a serious reason. "People said she was pregnant. The rumour was that it wasn't suicide but that Kanu uncle killed her and told police that she had killed herself." Her mother was so serious. "Why did a father burn her daughter if she was pregnant?" "Geeta, you may not understand that when she conceived this child it was a big blot on her father's family. Just imagine, a father of an immoral daughter. Oh my God! What would they answer to society's taunts? An unmarried mother is never forgiven in our caste." "Huh..." Geeta was shocked. "Geeta, please be careful, and never do anything wrong which would let us down." It was the last sentence her mother spoke. Geeta knew very well that it was a warning. At 10 Geeta went to bed, and Rameshwar also went to bed but with Sangita. He was happy as here was a new girl to serve sex to him. New body... new tits...new pussy...new touch...new thrust, and also new outcome! He was so excited. As soon as the room was closed he undressed her to see what beautiful new present was waiting for him inside the glossy gift wrap of her clothes! He scrutinized her from head to toe. "Why is this cut?" he observed a fresh cut on her labia and a little blood flowing from it. "I was shaving and the razor..." Sangita answered. "But you aren't shaved." "It was the first stroke and then I changed the mind. You might like to toy with my bush." She winked at him, and stroked her clit. "Oh! I see." He looked at how hungrily she was playing. "Start now. I can't wait any more." Sagita moved her hips, and her invitation to him was oozing out of her eyes! He began sucking her melons as usual, as if his mothers had taught him, "while making love to a woman, always begin with her bosom and then proceed further!" "It's enough, now please go ahead, dear... lick my pussy." Sangita spoke lustily. He slipped his head between her legs and licked it. The cut in her labia became alive and blood began to flow. He found it tastier so put more pressure with his teeth on it and sipped more. He couldn't control himself anymore and stretched her legs so they dangled over the edge of the bed. "It's too early, eat my pussy more." She didn't want him to leave the hotel without any infections!!! "I can't wait....spread your legs, see my tool is dying to explore your juicy hole." On the other hand, Geeta couldn't sleep, changing her side every five minutes. Her guilt was haunting her. She needed to free herself and there was only one way. She stood up to take the blade and lay again. Rameshwar was thrusting his cock and Geeta was also thrusting something. She bled, her wrists cut deeply. Rameshwar increased his speed and Geeta also increased her speed. One after another stroke, one after another stroke, leading them toward the End. At last Rameshwar threw loads of cum and Geeta also threw loads of something...blood. Rameshwar was satisfied and so was Geeta. THE HAPPY END or was it? ***** I'm grateful to Bonniebrea for editing help.