1 comments/ 5033 views/ 2 favorites Discovering Allison Ch. 01 By: LovelyLittlePixie All characters in this story are 18 or older. Comments, questions, rates are all welcome and appreciated. This is my first actual story so I hope ya like it :) xxx LovelyLittlePixie +++ She woke when her brain registered the thump. Running a hand through her sleep tousled hair, she crossed the room to the door. She was a good looking girl- curly brown hair, green eyes, and dark, thick eyelashes that any girl would kill for. She had high cheekbones and a few freckles scattered across her face. She threw open the door and saw her younger brother. He was her twin and he was incredibly attached to her. His little boy eyes peered out from behind lopsided, smudged glasses. His straw colored hair was mussed and his scrawny arms were shaking under the weight of what he held- 5 volumes of the encyclopedia. "Aaron. What-exactly-do-you-think-you-are-doing?" Her sentence came out rushed and angry. His bottom lip quivered and he looked on the verge of tears. "I had a bad dream... I just wanted you to read to me. Please, Allison?" She wanted to shut the door and go back to sleep, but her kid brother was mentally handicapped. She rolled her eyes and nodded, then took the volumes from him. They cuddled together on the bed and she began reading. +++ "Miss Lacey!" The sharp voice rung out. Allison jumped in her chair and looked wildly around, then at her English teacher. "Could you kindly explain to me why you are using the great literature of Shakespeare as a pillow?" He said angrily, glaring at her. She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Mr. Robins, sir. It won't happen again, sir." He prowled towards her desk. "Was that my question, Miss Lacey?" His voice was a silky whisper. "No, sir." She colored slightly. "Then answer my question. Why are you using the great literature of Shakespeare as a pillow?" Her blush deepened. "I-I fell asleep, sir. I didn't mean to." "Pfft. What were you doing to keep you from getting the proper amount of sleep? Were you out late at a party like you teens usually are? Or were you maybe 'studying' with a boyfriend?" Allison was mortified. "No sir! I was babysitting my mentally handicapped brother! He couldn't sleep last night, so I had to read him a story to put him to sleep.Again, I am sorry, sir." The sneer left her teacher's face and he nodded curtly, then resumed his lesson. Allison caught up on the notes and sat in a pool of shame for the rest of class, blushing everytime anyone looked at her. During the day she stumbled around in a daze. The final bell rang and her shoulder bag's strap broke, sending her books and pens across the hall. She swore under her breath and began to retrieve her things. She wiped an angry tear away and looked for her English textbook, turning to find it inches from her face. "Looking for this?" Kam Hescow's voice filled her ears like music. She grinned, relieved, then took the book from him and stood up. "Thanks." She picked her bag up in her arms like a fat, struggling baby and almost immediately dropped it. Kam laughed and put a hand to her lower back to steady her. "Need some help?" She nodded. "I guess some help would be appreciated." He smiled and took her bag from her, his fingers brushing her arm. "So. Where's your car?" She blushed. "My non existent one, you mean? Still in the ads, I suppose. But my very crappy bike is locked to the bike rack." She led the way through a side door and pulled out a key. Kam looked at her bike. "No." "What?" She asked. "You are not riding that piece of shit," he pointed to the bike, "while trying to carry this piece of shit," he hefted the backpack. "Its not happening, sweetheart. Stay here, I'll bring my car around." He turned on his heel and went back inside, still carrying the broken bag. Allison sighed dreamily. She'd only been in love with him since they were freshmen. He was tall, 6'2" to her 5'5", and had pale hair, a silvery blonde that was almost white. He had carribean blue eyes and was quite handsome. Her thoughts were interrupted by a light tap on her shoulder. She looked up. "Hey, unlock your bike, will ya?" +++ Allison grinned out the window, not for the first time. She was riding in Kam Hescow's- the most popular guy in school- car. And she was just a nobody. Her rusty bike was in the back and her bag was at her feet. "Cedar Orchard's Drive, right?" Allison nodded and they talked briefly. She was pleased to note that she made him laugh several times. Kam pulled up to her house. She smiled and got out of the car. "Thanks for the lift." She got her bike and her bag and started walking up the path. Kam rolled hiseyes and got out of his car behind her. He quickly caught up to her. "Hey Alli, doll? It wasn't just a lift. You're gonna have to repay me." Allison turned, biting her lip nervously. "How much money do you want?" Kam laughed. "I don't want you're money. I want... a date." "A date?" Allison asked skeptically. "Yeah. Go out with me on a date." Kam grinned. "You have got to be kidding me. Thanks for the insult!" Allison threw her bike down on the grass and strode angrily to the door. Kam stood still, frozen with surprise. He regained his senses and sprinted to the door. He put his arm out to keep her from opening it. "Allison, I'm serious. I wanna go out with you. Please, just give me a chance." She looked up at him, surprised. "Really? But I'm nothing special. I'm kind of a loser, in case you haven't noticed." "You're somebody special to me," he smiled softly and Allison chuckled. "Fine. Come on in." She walked in with Kam close behind her. She picked up the list from the counter and groaned. "Kam... I have a lot of work to do. I don't know if I can-" "I'll help you." Allison blushed and he took the list from her. "1. Clean the windows, whole house. Well, let's go. I'm not leaving till I get a date with you." +++ Allison sipped her coffee as she listened to Kam. They were on their date, at a little coffee shop off of Main street. It was one of the after school teen hangouts. Kam was telling her about his family. "What's this?" A female voice drawled. Allison turned around and immediately felt sick. It was Popy and her friends. They were the 'most popular' girls in school- big boobed, blonde haired cheerleaders. Otherwise known as the easiest fucks. Poppy had just gotten a nose job so of course her two wannabe shadows had as well. Poppy was sipping a latte and looking down her nose at Allison as if she was something disgusting that had crawled out of a sewer. Allison struggled to push down the bile rising in her throat. "What do you mean?" Poppy glared at Allison, clearly repulsed. "I wasn't talking to you, freak. Kam, honey, what are you doing with this loser?" Kam wiggled uncomfortabley in his chair. "She's tutoring me. I'm failing math and she's at the top of the tutor volunteer list." Poppy looked satisfied, then glared balefully at Allison. "Stay away from my man, bitch, or I'll rip your throat out." She stalked off and Jenny, one of her shadows, lunged forward, dumping her coffee on Allison. "Whoops. I am so sorry. didn't even see you, Allison. It was like you were totally invisible," she said with a viscious smile. She turned and walked toward Poppy. Allison looked after them in shock, then looked at Kam, eyes watering. She shook her head, then jumped up and ran out of the coffee shop. "Allison!" Kam called after her. He threw his hands up, tugging at his unruly hair. "Damn it to hell!" He slapped some money down on the table, then strode outside. Linking in the bright sunlight, he unlocked his car and got in, driving to Allison's house. He got there right after she did. He left his car running and ran after her. She closed the door and he knocked on it. He waited a few moments and knocked again. She didn't answer the door so he began insistently knocking. She yanked open the door. She was wearing a baggy shirt and running shorts and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes were puffy and red from where she had been crying. "Find another tutor!" She slammed the door and he knocked again. "What the hell do you want?" "I want you to hear me out! I can explain what said!" "If you wanted me to be your tutor, you could have at least asked me instead of pretending to wanna go out with me!" "Allison! I do want to date you! But we both saw her reaction when I told her that you're my tutor. Imagine what it would have been if had told her we were dating. I did it to protect you. I really, really like you." Allison's eyes softened. "Really?" Kam nodded. "Would I do this if I didn't?" He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the mouth. Discovering Allison Ch. 02 Hey you guys! I am so sorry for the long wait, I had a severe case of Writer's Block (what a deadly disease) and a crapload of college. BUT its all good. Rates? Comments? Milk? Lactaid, if you can get any haha. LovelyLittlePixie -------------- Allison's eyes closed briefly as she kissed him back, soft, sweet, and slow. She sighed softly into his mouth and slid her tongue across his lower lip. Kam shifted and the spell was broken. She jerked back and looked at him, enraged. She stomped on his foot and then slapped him across the face. "Hey! What the hell was that for? Alli doll, I siad I was sorry. I thought you-" Allison hissed like a flat tire tiredly pumping out its remaining air. "Shh! I get it! No, the smack was for randomly kissing me. You barely even know me. I do NOT go around kissing strangers. I never have and I am not about to start now." "Well... Even though I don't know you too well, I'd love to get to know you better," he grinned sweetly and she relented. "If you want this whole... THING to continue, you're going to have to stop calling me 'Alli doll'." She turned and went into the house, hiding a grin. Kam bit his lip. As soon as the front door closed, he punched his fists into the air. Whooping, he jogged down to his car. He slid in behind the wheel and picked up his phone to text Joey, his closest friend. YOU OWE ME $75, JOEY ~WHAT THE HELL FOR?? GUESS WHO I SCORED A 2nd DATE WITH ~IDK. NATALIA NOPE. JUST THE SEXIEST PRUDE IN OUR DISTRICT... ALLISON LACEY ~YOUR KIDDING ME RIGHT NOPE. SHE FELL HARD... SHE IS ONE HELL OF A KISSER THOUGH ~BUT... SHE DOESN'T DATE ANYONE... HOW DID YOU DO IT IT JUST TOOK SOME KAM MAGIC. WOMEN LOVE ME ~KAM... I KINDA DARED YOU AS A JOKE. I DIDN'T THINK THAT YOU WOULD ACTUALLY DO IT JOEY. RELAX! I GOT THINGS UNDER CONTROL ~THATS THE THING KAM. YOU ONLY THINK YOU DO STOP BEING SUCH A DAMN PRICK ~MAN I AM SERIOUS SHE MIGHT GET HURT SO NOW YOU HAVE A HEART? DAMN JOEY. YOURE THE ONE WHO GOT ME STARTED IN THIS GAME. WHAT HAPPENED TO EVERY OTHER GIRL? ~ALLISON IS DIFFERENT. THEY ARE ALL SLUTS. SHE ISNT TOO LATE JOEY. I AM GOING TO FUCK HER SO HARD SHE CANT SEE STRAIGHT. TTYL ++++++++++++++ Joey looked down at his phone, horrified. "What the fuck have I done? Oh my god... he's going to tear her apart," he whispered. +++++++++++++++ 2 MONTHS LATER Allison stood in front of her mirror, dabbing at a smudge of eyeliner. She had finally fixed it and had lifted her pencil to reapply it when her phone buzzed. She jumped and resmudged her face. Cursing softly, she stalked over to her phone, flipping it open to read the text. DONT TRUST KAM. HE ISNT WHAT HE PRETENDS TO BE Allison recoiled, shocked. "What the hell? Why would someone send something like that?" She mused, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh. I bet it was that bitch, Poppy. She's low enough to scare away the competition. Hmm. Whatever." Allison shrugged and fixed her makeup, and then flipped her hair out of her eyes, satisfied. The doorbell rag and Allison ran to the door, flinging it open. "Kam! You're here early!" Kam grinned and nodded. "Yep. Thought I'd pick you up early so we could have some more time together..." Allison rolled her eyes good naturedly. "What if I didn't have time to finish getting ready? I'd end up looking like a panda." "An absolutely adorable panda, I must say," he purred. He swooped down and kissed her softly on the lips, the pulled her out the door and to his car. "Is it okay if we just stay at my house today? My parents areout of town so we havehe house to ourselves." Allison buckled herself into his car and shrugged as he pulled out of the driveway. They joked about Kam's latest sports on the way to his house. He ordered Chinese food and they settled down to watch a movie. They were snuggled together when the food arrived. Kam brought it up to the couch and they ate while watching the movie. Allison set her chopsticks aside and leaned into Kam's chest. He began to lazily trace his fingers up and down her arm. She was deeply involved in the romance, though, and paid him no mind. He pulled her closer and stroked her hip, leaving one hand to rest on her hip and the other to stroke her inner thigh until the movie ended. As the credits rolled, he tipped her head back and kissed her deeply. She gasped softly and turned into him. Cupping her face in his hands, he gently pulled her closer, licking her lips. Allison opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue in. Her fingers clenched into his hair and his hands roamed freely across her body. Kam broke the kiss reluctantly, standing and pulling her up. He kissed her again roughly and led her to his bedroom. As soon as he had the door closed he had Allison up against the wall, kissing her fiercely. She moaned into his mouth and he tugged her shirt off. She pulled his off over his head in return and he recaptured her lips, unhooking her bra. One hand playfully flicked her zipper as he slid er bra off her lightly freckled shoulders. He began to fondle her breasts with a calloused hand, sending chills of excitement through her. Kam groaned and pressed his erection into her hip. Allison's eyes fluttered shut and she shivered as he bent his blonde head. He slowly licked her left breast, teasing his tongue around it and then flicking her nipple. His hand reached up and he rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he greedily suckled at her. Allison moaned and felt her knees tremble as her heart seemed to leap into her throat. Kam caught her in strong arms and licked the pale pink shell of her ear. "Damn, baby. You're so beautiful." He scooped her up and strode to the bed, dropping her and quickly rolling on top of her. He ground his hard on against her teasingly as he returned to kissing and sucking on her breasts. She moaned and he teasingly unzipped her pants, pulling them off her hips and down her legs. He traced the waistband of her cotton panties before slipping hs hand between her legs. "Gee, Alli doll. You're drenched," he whispered against her neck, biting her. She felt a sharp sting but he quickly smoothed it over with a kiss. She blushed and buried her head in his shoulder. He shook his head slowly before purring. "No, no, no. You, my dear, are not allowed to hide. This is who you are. Accept it." He slipped off his pants and boxers, then hers. With a reassuring grin,he pried her legs apart and knelt between them. He slipped his finger through her dark curls and into her, chuckling when he discovered how wet she was. His erection was painfully hard and he was aching to ram into her, but he had something to say to her. "And now, Alli doll, I am going to fuck you." Allison's eyes flew open and she snapped out of her sexual high. "What?? No, Kam. I don't want-" "Yes, you do. You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours," he bit her neck roughly. She oaned and he took that as a yes. He pushed against her and she felt something hard and hot filling her. She felt as if she was about to be split open and she almost that she was splitting when she felt the warm stickness of blood trail from their coupling to his sheets. Kam groaned as he finally plunged into her. She was so sweet and tight, feeling like a velvet glove encasing his cock. He kissed her, cradling her head in one hand while he liftehimself aboveher with the other. He began to push in and out of her hot wetness. Allison cried out and he swallowed the sound as he kissed her deeply. It hurt to have him insideher, but felt amazing at the same time. Her eyes filled wiht tears and she turned her head to the side, listening to Kam gasp and groan over top of her. She drowned out the sound and sensation and magined herself at the beach. She had completely relaxed when she was rudely brought back to reality when something hot and sticky shot into her and Kam collapsed on top of her, holding her in his arms. He breathed heavily and held her for a moment so that she wouldn't think he didn't care, then stood and pulled his clothes back on. He threw her clothes at her and went to the bathroom. She bit her lip to hold back the tears and shrugged into her clothes. Kam waltzed out of the bathroom and she stared at him. "Why?" Her voice cracked pitifully. "Because we both wanted to." "Kam. I pledged abstinence, I wanted my first time to be so much more special than this. I wanted it to be on my wedding night. It was supposed to be a gift for my husband." Kam frowned, puzzlied as to how to make her feel better. He ecided on a hug, because women love hugs. "I'm sorry, Alli doll. IYou're just so damn beautiful I couldn't help myself." Alli shook her head. "I want to go home." +++++++++++++++ Allison sat in the library, staring at a book she wasn't reaing. Her mind kept wandering back to what had happened. She touched her lower stomach and shuddered. She'd been avoiding Kam all week, hiding out in the library where he would never go (she wasn't even sure if he knew the school had one) during lunch and leaving school erly or late. A pair of hands took the book and closed it. Allisn looked up and blinked. "Hey Joey." "Allison, we need to talk." Allison noted the worried expression on the handsome boy's face. His hazel eyes were filled with concern. "If its about Kam-" He cut her off. "No. Its about you. I know... I know what Kam did to you." Her eyes flared. "What, so he told you all about it, did he?" "No," he said slowly. He placed a hand over hers and squeezed comfortingly. "I just know that you guys fucked and it probably wasn't entirely consentual on your part." "How did you know that?" Allison whispered, her emerald eyes filled wth unshed tears and her voice trembling with despair. Joey looked pained. "Its a long story." +++++++++++++++ Allison kicked at a stone along the path. "I can't believe tats wat he thinks of me. A good bodied prude. How could I have been so stupid?" She kicked out at the stone angrily. With a strangled cry of rage and pain she scooped it up and threw it into the ocean, her aim blurred by the tears filling her eyes. She stared at the setting sun and finally allowed herself to cry. Angry and sorrowful tears mingled with the rain pouring from the heavens. The clouds had opened up suddenly and shed empathy upon her, giving her their tears as well. She walked, half blinded by all the water in her face nad surrounding her. She spotted a dilapidated old cottage up ahead. Nobody lived on this stretch of beach, it was too stony and harsh. "May as well go in and get out of this torrential downpour." She steeped onto the poch and ancient floorboards creaked beneath her. She shook off the sense of eerie foreboding and stepped into the one room cottage. Dust flew into the air and she sneezed. Pulling out her keychain, she fumbled for the pocket LED, clicking it on. A glimmer against the far wall compelled her to keep walking further into the shack instead of waiting by the door like she had originally planned. A round, ornate mirror was hung on the back wall. It certainly didn't belong in a place like this, it was much too grand. She ran her hands along the edge, feelng the filigree beneath her fingertips. She touched the cool glass... which gave way to her hand. Gasping, she yanked her hand away, then gingerly touched the glass again. The mirror seemed to melt beneath her probing fingers. She slammed her hand against the mirror and instantly felt pain as her hand came into contact with rock hard glass. The mirror hadn't yielded a bit this time. She gently touched it again and her hand slipped through. She giggled in pleasure and slid her hand into the mirror, which was quickly followed by her whole arm. She was about to pull out wn she felt something catch hold of her hand- the one inside the mirror. A strong grip insistently tugged at her and with a squeak of surprise she was yanked into the shdowy depths of the mirror. Discovering Allison Ch. 1 & 2 Chapter 1: Secrets It was just like any party during the holidays: too many people and not enough intelligent conversation. After a few hours of talking about the weather, work and all remaining banal topics, the attendees had fallen into a stupor similar to lemmings: unknowingly waiting for something to happen. Looking for a bathroom, Allison and Randi retreated upstairs. They entered the master bedroom and Allison found the bathroom empty. As she went to the bathroom, Randi waited in the bedroom, looking around to avoid becoming terminally bored. As one would suspect, the room was immaculate, completely prepared for viewing by friends and strangers. Still, the computer located next to the bed caught Randi’s eyes. While the monitor was off, the computer was still running. With nothing better to do, Randi turned on the monitor and saw a very boring windows desktop. For fun, he checked the Favorites and Last Documents folders on the Start Menu….and immediately found himself getting hard. The owner of the house was apparently quite sexually active. Listed in the Favorites folder were dozens of pornography sites, some of them familiar to Randi. And then he looked in the Recent Documents folder and his heart skipped a beat. “Allison1.jpg, Allison2.jpg….,”the list was filled with images titled with his wife’s name. In his mind, Randi fantasized that they were pictures on a stranger’s machine. Well not really a stranger. Kurt and Sally were Allison’s friends and the four of them had gone to dinner on a number of occasions. However, they were not what you would call close. “Are you finished yet,” Randi called to his wife. “Not yet, I need to finish peeing and then fix myself up,” she replied. Randi decided he would have time to look at just who the “Allison” was. As the viewer loaded, Randi looked nervously between the bedroom and bathroom door. When he turned around, he was shocked to see a picture of his wife, one that Randi had taken of her when they went out to dinner. While Randi was expecting (hoping?) for naked pictures of a strange woman to appear, he instead saw his fully clothed wife. Obviously, Allison had sent some photos to Sally, Randi thought. He opened the second file, again finding a very normal photo of his wife. Randi heard the toilet flushing and knew he should close everything down. However, he knew he had time for one more photo so he scrolled down the list to Allison48.jpg. As Randi heard his wife washing her hands, he was shocked to see a picture of his wife completely naked with a cock in her mouth. There, in front of his eyes, Randi saw his wife with a stranger’s cock in her mouth. And this picture was on someone else’s computer. Quickly, Randi closed the programs and shut off the monitor. “You ready to head back downstairs,” Allison asked. “Sure, let’s go,” Randi said. And with that they returned to the party. As the began chatting with people, Randi’s mind raced. Obviously, there were things Randi didn’t know about his wife. Was this a recent picture or one taken before they were married? Why did Kurt have a picture of this? Was the man in the picture Kurt? Randi had to know and he knew there were only two ways to find out. Obviously he could confront his wife. However, he didn’t like the idea of confronting her without more information. The other way was to sneak back up and look at the computer again. As Allison began talking with a girlfriend she hadn’t seen in years, Randi saw his opportunity. He excused himself and quickly returned to the master bedroom that was still thankfully empty. Realizing he would not have time to look at the computer files here, Randi found a backup disk and had the computer copy the entire hard drive. He then returned to the party to wait for the computer to finish. When he got back downstairs, he tried to find Allison. He finally found her with Kurt who was sitting next to her on a couch. Sitting very close to her, Randi thought. Had he missed the signs that his wife was having an affair, Randi wondered. Allison saw him return and motioned for him to join them. “Kurt says he can’t wait until we all leave so he can get Sally upstairs alone,” she said. “Are you thinking the same thing?” “You mean am I hoping to get Sally alone upstairs as well,” Randi asked with a sly grin. Of course, it was all play. The four of them constantly talked dirty but nothing ever came of it. Or had it, Randi wondered. “No silly, I mean are you ready to go home and ravish me,” she replied. Randi looked at his watch. It had been nearly ten minutes. He needed to give the backup another ten minutes, he figured. “Why don’t we just do it here. I might be tired by the time we get home,” Randi said. “Right here. And what about Kurt,” she asked as she squeezed his hand. “What is he supposed to do while you have your way with me.” “I guess he could join in if he wants,” Randi replied with equal casualness. “What do want Kurt? Heads or Tails?” As usual, the conversation petered out after this very flirtatious opening. No matter how bold the words, the willingness to act on them did not exist. However, the conversation bought Randi the time he needed. “Just let me go to the bathroom again and we can leave,” he said. “Again?” “Don’t blame me,” Randi said. “It’s all that alcohol you plied me with hoping to get lucky.” With that, Randi dashed upstairs into the bedroom, quickly locking the door behind him. He ejected the disk and slipped it into his jacket pocket. With that, he unlocked the door and exited to the upstairs hallway. As he left the room, he was startled to see another door on the floor open. Then, he saw Sally walking backwards out the door….while a man’s hand caressed her thigh. He watched as Sally’s head ducked back in the room to kiss the unseen man. Randi quickly moved to the stairs before he was seen. “You ready to go now,” Allison called to him as he descended the stairs. Randi cringed, wondering if Sally had heard Allison. “Yep, we’re out of here.” The goodbyes were said quickly. As they headed to the car, Allison pulled close to Randi and began groping his crotch. Chapter 2: An Awakening “Are you ready for a night of unbridled passion,” Allison asked, slowly pushing her palm along the length of Randi’s cock. Her actions were a bit surprising. For weeks, they had not been very intimate. As always, both of them were busy and they just seem to have fallen out of the sexual groove. Randi wondered what he was feeling right then. Was he excited? And if so, was he excited about fucking his wife or excited by the fact that his wife had a secret that he would soon uncover. Either way, he had to get home. As they drove home, Allison continued rubbing Randi’s cock. “Aren’t you even interested in me,” Allison asked a bit defensively. Randi realized he had been lost in thought. In fact, he hadn’t really even look at his wife “that way” all evening. Considering how she was dressed, Randi found that hard to believe. How could he have missed his wife’s dress that he now realized was incredibly provocative? Underneath a too-short black skirt were stockings which he knew from experience were connected to a very sexy garter belt. The blouse she had worn was nearly transparent, showing the lacy fabric of a bra that just barely covered her nipples. “I’m sorry. I have just had a lot on my mind,” Randi said. As he turned to Allison, she hiked up her skirt, revealing the fact that she had no underwear on. He stared at her crotch and was shocked to see that she was completely shaven. “Do you like that,” Allison asked. “You always told me you wanted me to shave down there. Does it get you excited?” “Yes.” Allison grabbed his hand and pushed it into her lap. He could feel the heat coming from her pussy and, as his hand met her mound, he could feel the wetness. Slowly, Randi began manipulating her clit. As he increased his tempo, Allison began responding with moans as she closed her eyes and began pinching her nipples. By the time they reached the driveway, Allison had grabbed his hand and was impaling herself on his fingertips. “I want you to fuck me tonight,” she said. “I don’t want to make love. I want you to take me and treat me like a slut. I want you to be rough with me. “The words shocked Randi. Had he not been so out of sorts, they would certainly have aroused him. As it was, he suspected that his wife was cheating on him. And so he decided to use his wife like a slut, although for very different reasons than she probably assumed he wanted to. When they entered the house, he pushed Allison to the ground. “Suck my cock you bitch.” He was almost surprised when Allison got onto her knees without being offended by the words. Within seconds she had his pants around his ankles and was sucking him down to the base of his cock. During their relationship, Randi had always found his wife’s blowjobs lacking. This time was different. She was passionate and forceful, seemingly trying to swallow him. The thought that she may have learned these newfound talents from another man infuriated him and he began fucking her face, daring her to protest. Instead, she accepted his rough fucking of her mouth. As he was about to come, he waited for her to withdraw, as she usually did, because she did not like to swallow his cum. Instead, he felt her hands on his ass, literally pulling him deeper into his mouth. As he thrust into her, he came in her mouth, grabbing the back of her head to make sure she swallowed it. As he finished, he felt badly, looking to see if his wife was upset. Instead, he saw her smile up at him, with cum dribbling out of the corner. “I bet you weren’t expecting that, were you,” she asked. With that, she jumped to her feet and ran upstairs. By the time Randi entered the bedroom, he found his wife naked on the bed driving a dildo into her pussy. “I want you to watch me play with myself,” she said looking into his eyes. Then she closed them and began telling him what she was thinking about. “You and Sally find Kurt and I in a bedroom kissing each other. Both of you are shocked but you aren’t mad. Instead, Sally says she wants to watch her husband fuck another woman. She starts playing with herself as Kurt and I realize you are both there. I motion for you to come join us and I tell you I want to have Kurt fuck me while I suck your cock….” Randi watched as his wife began jamming her fingers alternately between her mouth and her pussy, realizing that she was using the same dildo he had seen an hour ago on Kurt’s computer screen. The image of that and Allison’s voice talking about getting fucked by Kurt burned into his brain. As Allison continued playing, Randi moved to the bed and undressed. As Allison’s eyes opened to see Randi, he grabbed her roughly and flipped her onto her stomach. He then grabbed his cock and placed it in her pussy, feeling the dildo driving at her clit now. As he fucked her, she continued talking about what was happening in her fantasy, how Kurt was roughly fucking her. The words created an overwhelming desire by Randi to dominate his wife. He pulled out of Allison’s pussy and pushed his cock against her anus, knowing she had always recoiled from anal sex. This time, she pushed against him and he violently entered her, continuing to pummel her until he came in her ass. After he was done, he realized Allison had cum as well. In the aftermath, Allison gently kissed her husband and quickly falls asleep. To Be Continued... Discovering Allison Ch. 3 & 4 PART 3 DISCOVERIES Randi left his passed out wife in the bed and raced to his desk. The computer whirred as it began capturing all of the files from Kurt’s computer. Randi spent the time trying to figure out what he wanted to find out from all the information. The first task of course was to see how many images of his wife and what they revealed. As the transfer was completed, Randi was shocked to find hundreds of images of his wife, or at least titled “Allison.” He opened the one he had opened before. Like before, he saw the image of his wife sucking a stranger’s cock appear on the screen. He looked closely at it. In a few moments, he realized that this was not Kurt…although by the size of his cock Kurt might wish it was. Randi thought about that. If this wasn’t Kurt, was this a good thing (meaning she wasn’t fucking Kurt and this was an old picture) or was it a bad thing (meaning she was fucking other people AND Kurt). Maybe the other images would tell. He started at the beginning. The first twenty were vanilla photos scanned from their photo albums. He breezed through those, noting that there was not a single picture with him in it AND that all these photos were current. The next thirty were pictures of Allison in lingerie in various poses. Randi noted the professional lighting and wondered if his wife had had them professionally done. When? By the hairstyle, it was obvious that these pictures were taken within the last year. That meant someone had seen her naked other than Randi and her doctor in the last year. But who? After the lingerie photos, there were pictures of Allison on a bed naked. In some, she posed. In others, she played with her breasts or her pussy. These pictures were obviously from a digital camera. Randi looked to see if he recognized the bedroom. It wasn’t theirs and it wasn’t Kurt’s? But whose was it? The questions drove Randi nuts. He decided to stop looking at the photos and search other areas. He accessed the email program but had to get past the password. There were two of them; one for Sally and one for Kurt. He pushed the one for Kurt and tried to figure out the password. Wife’s name, middle name, etc. Finally, he typed in “password” and was surprised when the program accepted it. He quickly tried to access the folders. He first went to the inbox. Was there an email from his wife to her lover? No, he saw. Just a lot of emails from friends and business associates. Maybe he deleted them. He looked in the trashcan to see if there was anything. Again nothing. He looked at the addresses to see if his wife’s email addresses were listed. Neither of them, her home or her work one, were listed. In fact, there weren’t any addresses that seemed out of place. Having reached a dead end, Randi tried to decide what to do next. Without any real reason, he tried to access Sally’s email. As he sat there trying to figure out his next move, he absently typed passwords into the computer. None of the usual words worked. He just let his mind wander as he tried to absorb all that had happened that evening. Then, suddenly, the program accepted his password. He was so shocked he could barely remember what he had typed. Then, the word that had opened the email shocked him anymore: “slut” a very curious choice for a password. Intrigued, Randi opened the inbox…..and found what he was looking for. The last incoming email was one from his wife. He opened it. “Sally, very excited for tonight. Are you really going to fuck him? God, this is so much fun!!!!” Fuck whom, Randi wondered. The man he had seen her with as he rushed downstairs. He had been shocked to see Sally with a strange man but stunned to find out that his wife knew about it! He looked to see if there were any more emails and found a folder marked “Allison.” In it, he found hundreds of emails exchanged between Allison and Sally dating back ten months. He started with the first: “Sally, I am so sexually frustrated, it’s ridiculous. I know we both work hard but it seems like Randi and I never fuck anymore. And when we do, it’s so gentle and nice, it makes me want to puke. I want him to fuck me but I just can’t seem to get him to get the point. I guess I deserve it after being so prudish when we first started dating. Now I feel like a horny slut and Randi has turned into a dead fish….” The email went on, the words cutting into Randi like a knife. For the first two years of their relationship, Randi had had to practically beg for sex. Allison was very inexperienced and was apprehensive about sex in general and, when she was interested, wanted straight missionary followed by cuddling. Obviously something had changed, but what Randi wondered. Sally’s emails to Allison were even more explicit. “Kurt and I had the same problem. He just lost interest in sex. To be honest, I think we only stay together because we are friends now, not lovers. I confronted him about it and he asked me what I wanted to due about not getting enough sex. I said have more sex and he said ‘Okay, go have more sex.’ So, with his halfway blessing, I started having sex with other people. By the time he found out—he suspected for a long time—he was fairly comfortable with the idea. In fact, he got really interested, wanting to hear, and later see, all the slutty details of my escapades…” Randi read each email in sequence. He quickly realized that his wife was slowly beginning to get the courage to fuck another man. Randi reflected back to that time and realized he hadn’t even suspected there was something going on. Yet here was his wife learning at the feet of a master (mistress?) about cheating on your husband. And the things she wanted shocked her. “God, Sally, I can’t believe I am telling you this but I frig myself constantly fantasizing about being forced to have nasty sex. Multiple men fucking me…being the subject of a barroom ‘rape’…..being humiliated….bondage….S&M…..it all gets me so hot. I spend hours on the internet after Randi goes to sleep and, each time I see something depraved, I find I have yet another fantasy. I want the person being depraved to be me. I can’t help it…..” Who was this woman, Randi wondered. When had his wife turned into this slut. The question was, of course, rhetorical. His wife had transformed into this sexual animal over ten months while her husband remained oblivious. PART 4 AN UNBELIEVABLE ACT It was now four in the morning; five hours since Randi had returned home with his wife, the slut. A series of emails dated three months ago….. Sally: So why don’t you just ask his boss out if he turns you on so much?….Allison:Oh God there is now way……Why don’t you email him….And say what….Don’t tell him who you are. Tell him you know he is horny and send him a naked picture of you without showing your face and see what he does…..Okay….Oh my god, he wrote back with a filthy letter. I can’t believe Randi’s boss wrote me back a letter telling me he’d like to fuck me. Can you imagine? Randi must have been there when he did it. Maybe he told Randi about it…..No, I am sure he didn’t tell Randi. He’s married, remember Allison. He wants you as his slut on the side….My god, you’re right! What should I do next?….Tell him you want a picture of him naked…..And if he sends it?…..Then you can tell him you will show it to his wife unless he follows your directions…..You are so evil. Okay, I sent the email. Randi read the exchange while trying to accept that his wife had seduced his boss. He wondered whether he would find out she fucked him. How could he go back to the office if she had. Allison: he sent the pic. My god, his cock is huge!…..Can you see his face?…..Yes…..Good. Now tell him to meet you at the motel around the corner from you after work…..I can’t meet him tonight…..Don’t worry, just tell him. I know what I am doing. Tell him to go to room 204……Okay, I emailed him and told him he had to meet me there or I would show it to his wife. He agreed. What are you thinking?…..I am thinking that I am going to tie him up and have my way with him. He doesn’t know me so there won’t be any problem. Once I finish with him, I will blindfold him and watch as you enter the room and l have him pleasure you…..Oh God, that sounds so exciting but I can’t. I am meeting Randi tonight……Tell him something came up…..Do you think I should?…..Yes….Okay, I called him. He was so understanding. I feel guilty. Maybe I shouldn’t do this…..You have to do this, remember. We have deal. You have to go through with this or I send those nasty pictures to both your husband and your boss. You wanted me to do it so you would have the courage. So let go of the guilt and get ready to fuck. I’ll meet you there at 5:30 p.m…. So Allison fucked his boss. Randi didn’t know how he felt about that. At least it appeared that his boss didn’t know that he had fucked her. God, what a nightmare. His wife seduces and fucks his boss, sending nasty emails and pics while he was at work in the next room. The next email sent Randi back looking at the pictures. How could he do anything but after Sally mentioned photographing the entire session. He found the pictures marked “BOSS” and numbered 1 through 75. Randi’s mind boggled at the thought of how long she must have been fucking and sucking with his boss if there were 75 photos! The first ones were taken by Sally of his boss. From the composition, it was obvious Sally had taken charge. Boss undressing….Boss on his knees…Boss with a dildo in his ass? My God, Sally obviously had fun humiliating this guy. For a second, Randi felt sorry for his boss. Then he looked at the rest of the photos. Boss sucking Sally’s pussy. Boss underneath Sally as she rides him….Boss cumming on Sally’s chest….Boss being blindfolded….. Randi hesitated before opening the next picture, knowing it would show his wife…..Allison coming out of the closet….Allison stripping…..Allison standing next to the boss who is tied to the bed and blindfolded…Allison rubbing the boss’s cock….Allison sucking the man’s cock…..Allison mounting the boss’s face…..In all Randi viewed 25 pictures of his wife sucking and being sucking and fucking his boss. By the end, Randi’s cock was hard and he knew he would have his revenge. PART 4 TURNAROUND “Good morning sunshine,” Randi said to Allison. She was sprawled naked on the bed. Cum had dried on the corner of her mouth and, Randi assumed on her ass. She looked like what she was, a slut, though Randi would not treat her like that….yet. Instead, he greeted her with breakfast and a cheerful smile; all the things she said she wanted and had been given by Randi. No matter that what she really wanted was to be treated like a horror ready for service. For now, Randi would treat her like an angel. “Good morning. What time is it,” Allison asked. “10:30. Why?” “Oh no, I am late, I have to meet some girlfriends for lunch,” Allison said without a trace of guilt. Randi was shocked inside since he knew that Allison was really going to fuck two college students, 20-year-old roommates. She met one of them online and surprised them by showing up at their door. Having seen Allison’s email to Sally yesterday, he knew she was going to fuck them. In fact, she fucked them every Saturday morning, referring to it as her “continuing educational experience.” “Okay, I’ll miss you,” Randi said. “What would you like to do this evening?” “Anything you want. I dragged you to be with my friends last night.” “Okay,” Randi said. “I’ll think of something." Discovering Allison Ch. 5 & 6 PART 5 SETTING THE TRAP While Allison went off to relive her college days, Randi scurried to Allison’s work to copy her hard drive and secure her email information. From now on, Randi would be intercepting each one of Allison’s or Sally’s emails, reading them and then forwarding them on to the intended recipient. In fact, Randi was surprised how easy it was. Weeks ago, he had had an innocuous conversation with a friend who had showed him how important email security was. “If someone gets a few key pieces of information, they can read your email and decide what you get or don’t get, what you send or don’t send, without you ever knowing it,” he had said. Randi smiled as he busily went to work applying this theory. By 1:00 p.m., Randi controlled Allison’s emails as well as Sally’s. He could have controlled Kurt’s as well but he suspected this would be a waste of time. Just as he was finishing, an email was sent to Sally from twodudes@usc.ed. “Sally: it’s me Allison. I just thought you would like to have some photos of my latest adventures with the boys. God, I don’t think I will walk for a week.” Attached to the email were ten photos. Randi quickly copied them and the email and then rerouted the email as if it had never been delayed. The first picture showed an obviously excited Allison being face fucked by a 20-year-old. In succeeding photos, there were more shots of her, including three or four of her having cum spurted into her mouth or onto other body parts. Obviously, the fun Allison had with these boys was strictly vanilla. In the early morning, Randi had found pictures showing Allison having rough sex with a man named Bart. Randi wondered why he hadn’t noticed the bruises from where he had tied her up or the welts where he had dripped wax on her body. Having intercepted the files, Randi finished created his email…. “Allison, by the attached pictures, you will know that I know everything you are doing. I also know your husband is oblivious to your extramarital activities. I have need of a slave tonight. She will need to perform any activity requested of her. This includes not only sex, which of course is assumed, but satisfying my whims. You of course have now ay of knowing who I am but I do know whom you are and how to reach your husband. By the way, you were quite exciting to see with his boss. I will be selling you to people tonight so it is important you realize you will be a horror….except I will not be paying you of course. You have two choices. You can either confess your sins to your husband or you can meet me at the following address at 6:00 p.m. tonight. The choice is yours. You must let me know which you choose by 3:00 p.m. as I am with your husband right now and want to know if I should tell him.” Attached to the email were photos of her with the boss. By the time Allison returned home, Randi had long since left, leaving behind a note saying he was out with friends. Allison read the note as she headed for the shower. She wondered what Randi would say if he saw her naked right now, with cum over her body and dripping out of her pussy. She loved the college boys who waited all week, saving their cum for her. Out of all of her lovers, they were the most eager to please, although hardly the most enjoyable. No, she liked men who had more experience, who knew exactly what they wanted and weren’t ashamed to take it. As she showered, she wondered what Sally would think of her latest photos. In truth, she got as much excitement from Sally following her escapades as she did living them. She thought of Sally, sitting naked at the computer, playing with herself as she opened the latest pics. Allison was surprised that she and Sally had never played around. Allison had never been with a woman but she was very curious. However, it seemed more exciting to prolong the wait for what seemed to both of them an inevitable rendezvous. Allison finished the shower and scurried to the computer. She opened up her email and saw three emails; one from Sally, one from the boys and one from her boss. She opened the one from Sally first, knowing the one from the boys were her pics she had sent herself from there and deciding to leave the one from her boss to last so she could concentrate after she played. “I loved the pics, Allison. I apologize but I have to cancel our girl’s night out tonight. Carl emailed me and he wants me over at his house tonight. I can’t believe he emailed me. I haven’t talked to him in months. Gotta go.” Allison sighed, having looked forward to tonight. In truth, she was hoping tonight might be the night she would finally get together with another woman. She then opened the email from her boss… “Allison, by the attached…..” Instantly, she knew it wasn’t from her boss. However, as she read the words, that didn’t even seem to matter In one wave, everything she had done hit heart once. She realized only then how awful it was by how scared she was that she had been discovered. Frantically, she called Sally but got no answer. PART 6 TURNABOUT Randi showed up at the home of Mr. And Mrs. John Westman. He rang the doorbell as he reached the landing. “Why hello Randi,” said Pam Westman. “It’s been a while. What can I do for you. You obviously know John is away on business.” Randi nodded, knowing his boss, John Westman, the man who unknowingly fucked his wife, was in Houston until this evening. “I know Pam. I actually came here to see you….or more accurately to show you something……. Mrs. Westman sat looking of the photos of her husband. The ones Randi had initially seen with Sally and Allison paled in comparison to follow up sessions Sally had with John later. John, it seemed, enjoyed being submissive. And Sally, as the pictures adequately demonstrated, loved dominating John. At first, Randi had been most shocked by the pictures of Sally making John suck another man’s cock. After seeing some of the other things Sally made him do, Randi decided forcing his boss into homosexual sex was one of the nicer things Sally did to him. “I won’t presume to thank you for showing these to me,” Pam said. “But I won’t say I am upset you showed them to me. John has been a pain in the ass and very domineering. It’s obviously an overcompensation for his, shall we say, weaker side. By giving me these, you have placed me in a position to assert control over John and the company. My only question is what you want or why you would show these to me.” Randi passed her a photo of John with Allison. “I see,” said Pam. “So this was strictly revenge. Show me these and punish John for fucking your wife.” “In a way,” said Randi. “But I am not trying to punish John. I want to punish my wife and I would like your help.” “It seems to me that you aren’t completely offended by what she did.” “What do you mean?” “Well if you didn’t like what she was doing, you’d just leave her,” said Pam. “In my case, I love the idea of John being submissive because I will now have total control. Both sexually and otherwise, I have to admit that excites me. As for you, I suspect that there is a part of you that is turned on by this whole state of affairs. What do you think?” “I don’t know.” “Does it shock you that I am so honest?” “Yes, but it isn’t anything I wasn’t thinking to myself.” “Of course, but then what your wife is doing is no different than what many wives fantasize about. You wife is simply acting on her urges. Controlling my husband turns me on immensely. I am simply going to be able to act out my desires. So what about you, Randi? Have my words inspired you to act out any fantasies you harbor deep inside you?” To Be Continued... Discovering Allison Ch. 7 & 8 Chapter 7: Commitment Randi headed for work secure in the knowledge that things would be different on Monday. Having been the bearer of good news (as well as excellent blackmail material) Randi was now going to be rewarded by the new boss of Westman and Associates; Mrs. Westman. While John would still run the company, he would be doing so at the orders of his wife, Pam. Randi now remembered numerous instances where Pam had talked about "what the company needed." Now it appeared she would have her chance to enforce her will. That wasn’t the only area where she’d be enforcing her will, either. Randi almost felt sorry for John when he got back from his trip. He headed for his office and pulled up the email account he had given to Allison. It was now 2:50. She had ten minutes to reply accepting the mysterious command to be a slut for the evening. The seconds ticked away and Randi tried to remain patient. Randi almost wished he had AOL when the message finally came. Something about the innocent voice of "You have mail" seemed to be incredibly exciting given what he knew would be the contents of the message. Two words: I accept. It was all Randi could do not to masturbate right there to relieve the sexual tension. Instead, he called Allison at home. -- Alison was in tears when the phone rang. "Hello," she said. "Hi honey," Randi said. "I know what I want to do tonight." "Oh shit." "What," Randi asked. "Something has come up," Allison said, completely unprepared as she had forgotten about their plans. She tried to think quickly. "Sally needs me really badly right now. I can’t really go into it because I promised not to tell but I really need to do this as a friend. Do you trust me?" "Of course I trust you honey," Randi said. For the first time, Allison felt truly guilty and hated herself. "I’ll call you if I can," she said. "Are you going to be alright?" "I’ll think of something," he said. As he did, he could hear the doorbell to their house ring. He found it hard to sound depressed with the smile on his face; a smile put there because he knew who was at the door. "Hang on honey." "Okay," Randi said. Allison opened the door and was confronted by a deliveryman. "Delivery. Sign here," the young twenty-something said, oozing apathy. Allison signed as quickly as possible with no clue what she was signing for. "What is it honey," Randi asked. "A delivery, hang on and I’ll see what it is," she said. "It’s addressed to me." As Allison opened the rectangle box, she dropped the phone in horror. Inside was a short black dress, silk top with spaghetti straps, thigh-high stockings and high heels and a note: "I want my slut to dress appropriately tonight. See you in two hours and fifty minutes." "Hello," Allison could hear Randi saying in the distance. She scurried to retrieve the phone. "Are you alright?" "Yea." "So what is it," Randi asked. "What was what?" "The package silly. What was it?" "Oh just some work stuff," Allison said. "Honey, I have to get ready. I love you." She hung up the phone just before collapsing from the strain. Chapter 8: Into The Unknown The address turned out to be a very nice neighborhood split evenly between rental units and homeowners. The house in question looked like a two-bedroom rental unit. It was not an area where Allison’s outfit would go unnoticed. In fact, there were very few places she imagined it would. She waited in her car until she saw no cars coming or foot traffic and bolted for the door. She heard a dog barking and ran even faster, mortified at the idea of being seen. Thankfully, she made it to relative safety of the porch and hid behind some waist high bushes. As she caught her breath and tried to find the courage to ring the doorbell, she heard a cellular phone ringing. She searched around frantically eventually seeing a phone laying on the ground. Attached to the phone by a piece of ribbon was a note: "Answer me." Frantic lest the ringing draw attention, she did. "Hello Allison, Are you ready to begin?" "Who is this," Allison asked not recognizing the distorted voice. "You haven’t answered my question. Are you ready to begin?" "Yes," she said. "I’m here. Do you want me to come in?" "Before you do, I think you should know what’s expected of you. In the mailbox, you will find a video recorder. Your assignment is to convince the young man inside that you need to record him having sex with you. Should you fail to motivate him, your husband will be informed. Do you understand?" "You want me to have sex with this guy and videotape it to prove I did," Allison said. "And he doesn’t know anything about this?" "That’s correct." "Is that it," Allison asked, relieved that this might be much easier than she had imagined. "Yes, that is it. When you are done, you will leave the recorder in the mailbox. Oh, one more thing, the man in question is dating a very attractive woman who is coming to visit tonight. Of course, I am sure an enterprising person like you will come up with a way to convince him to change his plans. When you see him, you are to ask him this exact question: 'Are you all talk or can you really do all those things you said you wanted to do to me?" The phone clicked and Allison realized that things were not as easy as they seemed. Just then, she could hear movement inside the house. Allison didn't know it but Randi knew the man living at the house casually. He was a friend of a friend and they had spent some time drinking a few times at a friend's house, the last time being a couple of days ago. The guy's name was Patrick and he worked sporadically as a painter, when he wasn't too busy smoking pot, surfing or trying to pick up on 18-year-olds; which is socially acceptable when you're in your 20s. Unfortunately, Patrick wasn't. Patrick had seen a picture of Allison at the friend's house once and commented on her fuckability. When Randi didn't say anything, he went into a twenty minute speech detailing each and everything he would do to her. It seemed that Patrick's tastes (and his estimation of Allison's flexibility and depravity) were excessive. At the friend's house, the guy had also described his schedule. He had a girlfriend that he had been seeing for about a week. He talked about how great it was; she came by at 7:00 o'clock like clockwork. They fooled around for a few hours and she was gone in time for him to watch Letterman in bed alone. Randi had asked him if the girl found the relationship fulfilling. Patrick looked at him funny and said "Who cares. She comes over. I fuck her. She doesn't. I find someone else. There are lots of women who just like sex. Of course, you're the type of guy they like to marry so you wouldn't know that. They're too busy trying to trap you. Me, they realize I have no prospects, no money and no big future. Me, they just want to fuck." That conversation had come back into his head in stereo frequently in the past day or so. Randi now understood that most women probably did like to fuck and be just as dirty as men. The problem was that Randi wasn't the type of guy they wanted to be dirty with. So, instead, Randi sat watching as his wife stood naked on Patrick's porch as the door opened. Randi thought the look on Patrick's face was priceless; like seeing a grown man finding out the Easter Bunny really was real. The shock wore off and Randi watched the two talking. Then, Patrick opened the door and motioned Allison inside. Randi wished he could watch but knew there would be time to watch her in action later. For now, he just wanted her to get used to taking directions.... To Be Continued...