I was all smiles on the outside but the inside was fuming with anger. I 
even managed to kiss the bride in an affectionate-neutral way. The bride 
that should have been mine but instead was my best friends, former best 
friend. No he still was my best friend but I hated him at the same time. I 
still didn't have a clue to what had happened. One day Sylvia was all 
smiles, hugs, kisses and happiness, the next she broke up with me and only 
a month after that she started to date Paul, my best friend, and six months 
later I was invited to their wedding. As best-man!
I had done very well while my fortunate friend still was a worker I had my 
own business, my own house and a big cabin by a lake where I spent most of 
my time now. I could do most of my work from it and go for walks, take a 
swim in the lake, do some fishing and all what you do on your own in 
pleasant surroundings.
I was already weaving plots to get my revenge, one more fantastic than the 
other and they all would give me life in prison if I went through with them 
and I hadn't been successful in business by taking un-calculated risks. 
Then it suddenly hit me. The perfect plan!
As I said Paul wasn't that successful, he was almost poor just surviving 
the day and how he would be able to keep a wife was beyond me so I invited 
them to spend their honeymoon in my cottage, only I had to be there since I 
had to have some work done in my house, plumbing, and didn't have anywhere 
else were I could work and relax at the same time.
Of course they accepted and was thankful too!
The wedding-day came and went and soon we were on our way. I had made sure 
that Paul had his share of the drinks and he fell asleep and Sylvia too 
nipped of but she woke and chatted with me to keep me company.
Paul was awake by the time we arrived at the cabin and helped carry their 
suitcases inside and I showed them to their room and said that I had 
prepared a meal and that it would be dinnertime in half an hour, just 
giving them time to take shower and change into some other clothes but not 
enough for them to complete their wedding.
I served well chilled champagne to all sort of seafood, I knew that it was 
Sylvia's favorite and both Paul and I liked it too.
Soon everyone was in a happy mood, well not exactly me but my time would 
come!
When Sylvia started to hide her yawning I suggested one last toast and 
since I had timed it with an empty bottle of champagne I suggested a glass 
of whisky to which they both agreed. While I poured the liquor in the 
glasses I had my back turned against them and it was easy for me to slip a 
few drops of a drug I had gotten from an obscure friend of mine into their 
glasses.
I saluted them and wished them all happiness in their married life and when 
they had finished their drinks they where just able to stagger to their 
room and when I ten minutes later slowly opened the door and peeked inside 
I saw that they both were asleep. They had time to undress and creep under 
the covers but other than that I don't think they had managed. The drug 
worked just as my friend had told me.
I left the door ajar and went and cleared the dishes and put them in the 
dishwasher opened the windows while I did so and then I took a shower and 
after that it was revenge-time!
I stood naked by the foot of the bed and looked down at the two blonde 
heads resting on the pillows, my former girl-friend and her husband. My 
cock twitched just looking at Sylvia, my heart swelled with the love I 
still felt for her.
Slowly I pulled the blanket away from her sleeping body. She lay there 
naked! For the first time I saw her naked! As she lay on her back I got an 
almost unobstructed look at her, the only thing hidden for my eyes was her 
cunt. I saw the blonde hair, the high hill under it but not the essentials, 
the labia, the lips, the slit.
I didn't want to rush things, I had after all mulled over this moment for 
the last month or so and now I wanted it to last so I took time and pulled 
the blanket away from Paul as well. Just to check out that he hadn't had 
time to dip his cock into *my* waiting cunt. To my eyes it looked dry, limp 
and small where it lay between his thighs.
Again I looked back at Sylvia.
I looked at her breasts. Hardly protruding above her ribcage but crowned 
with two pink almost strawberry-sized nipples in oval areolaes that just 
covered the base of the nipple.
The stomach that sloped down and down and then again started to rise to the 
Mount Veneris that really seemed to be a mountain! A high hill covered with 
thick, curly, blonde hair. Almost a mat. I wondered if she had to trim it 
to keep it inside her panties or if the rather sharp edges were natural.
Eagerly I reached out for her breasts. Cupped them and squeezed them in my 
hands so they formed into cones but hardly filling the palms of my hands 
but I could feel them, the firm shape, almost hard and the nipples! Burning 
and pushing against my skin hard and pointy.
Reluctantly I let my hands slide down over her ribcage, covered in a thin 
layer of fat, just enough for me to feel the bones under it. Glide over the 
little hill that her stomach made and following it's sloping down, down to 
the thick forest just above her closed thighs.
I could feel the warmth. The smoothness starting just were the hair made 
the point of the V. The slit started high up and I wondered if it was 
proceeding all the way down between the round thighs. I just had to see.
Slowly I lifted first one lag and then the other and spread her open for my 
eyes.
Yes! Pink, pink lips. Protruding and wrinkled. I took them between my thumb 
and forefinger and rubbed them slowly together. They were soft as silk but 
almost as thick as my little finger.
Suddenly I realized that a drop had found it's way out between her pussy-
lips and wet my fingers, making it hard to hold the grip around them. With 
one finger I drew the length of her slit, from down between her ass-cheeks 
and up and the pussy opened as my finger traveled the length and it sank in 
between them, finding a wet, slippery inner. I had brought a jar of 
Vaseline with me because I thought that she wouldn't get wet in her 
condition and didn't want to dry-fuck her. I was mad at her but I didn't 
want her to suffer more that necessary.
As her pussylips opened up the smell of woman drifted up, a heavy musky 
smell that made my cock stand harder than it had before and I couldn't wait 
any longer. I just had to sink my cock in this wet, unconscious cunt. No 
the cunt was awake. Very much so it was only the owner that was out.
It was harder to get my cock in place for the penetrating thrust than I had 
thought without any cooperation but finally I had it in place just between 
her spread pussylips and standing on straight arms and my head bowed down 
to look at the cock as it sank into my ex-girlfriends cunt for the first 
time. I pushed my hips forward. It was harder to get into her cunt as well. 
I thought the wetness had been plenty enough for me to sink into her 
without any effort, but it seemed that it was too tight for my cock. Again 
I glanced over at Paul and took a closer look at his cock. It was small! 
Very small! It wasn't much bigger than the previous time I had seen it when 
we were ten or eleven years old. When I thought about it it occurred to me 
that he had always tried to get changed either last or first or behind 
something. At the time I thought that it was out of shyness he had done so, 
but now I understood why. He was ashamed of his little cock! A feeling of 
double triumph, double revenge swept through me, and pity for my friend and 
even more for his wife. I didn't doubt that he would get his pleasures but 
would she? Well she was tight all right but after me fucking her she would 
be stretched a little more and...
I grimaced as my cock slowly entered another centimeter. Sylvia's tight 
pussy drew the foreskin down so much that it hurt but with a determined 
push I managed to get almost half of my cock inside her.
I rested for a while the pain faded away and then I withdrew a little and 
slammed into her again. In spite of her drugged condition she moaned a 
little as I came deeper into her and when I started to get her cunt's canal 
stretched a little bit more and could start to pump my cock out and in I 
thought I could feel her hips shiver trying to meet my thrusts with her own 
contra movements.
I slammed my cock in and out of her, feeling how my anger slowly subsided 
while the tingling in my balls was building up and soon my thrusts changed 
mode and became more loving, more tender. Suddenly it dawn on me that I was 
still in love with her. This almost made my eyes water and I could feel a 
lump in my throat just as the orgasm started to build up and this forced 
the guilty feeling away and with a loud moan I started to pump my seed 
inside this tight, tight cunt.
I could feel her pussy respond with a few spasms and I wondered if she 
really could feel anything in her state.
I fell down on her and then I rolled down between her and her husband and 
lay there gasping for air after the powerful climax. Lazily I reached down 
and sank a finger in her newly fucked cunt. It sank in without any 
difficulty and I could feel the hot inside of her. I lifted my finger up to 
sniff it when I saw it was coated with, not only my semen and her juices, 
but also with blood! My god! Had she been a virgin? My cock made one twitch 
before it was fully erect again! I just had to get my cock inside her once 
again. To see if it still was the same tight pussy that I had fucked just a 
few minutes ago. Just as I was about to sink my cock back into the freshly 
fucked pussy of my ex-girlfriend's a thought hit me.
What if she had been a virgin and there was no blood on Paul's cock?! That 
would give everything away. The fact that I had raped Sylvia would be a 
dangerous fact for her, them, to know.
I looked over at Paul's little cock and mentally shrugged my shoulders. Why 
not?
I reached down between Sylvia's legs, scoop out as much as I could of the 
combined blood-mixed juices as I could and reached over and started to 
smear it over Paul's flaccid cock which jumped to erection at my touch! I 
was surprised at the fact that they booth seemed to respond to stimulation 
of there genitals. Were they not drugged as deep as I had intended?
Once again I scooped up some juices from Sylvis and applied it on Paul's 
cock. It was rock-hard when my hand again touched it and it wasn't much 
bigger in its erect state than in the normal and I couldn't prevent myself 
from feeling it a little more. I wondered how it would feel to be equipped 
with such a small package. When I slowly wanked my friend's cock it 
reminded me of my youth and my own growing penis. Mine hadn't been so small 
since I was thirteen! Suddenly the cock in my hand erupted! Well not 
erupted exactly, rather it drooled a small amount of semen which ran down 
the thin shaft and wetted my fingers. My first feeling was of disgust over 
this pathetic prick soiling my fingers but the second feeling was a 
surprise for me. It actually made me hot and I remembered the cunt waiting 
for me by my side.
I climbed on top of Sylvia and lined my cock for penetration but this time 
I didn't hesitate but lay with my full body-weight on her, feeling her 
erect nipples touch my skin. And this time it was no trouble at all to 
bottom in her and a little moan escaped her as I started to fuck her and 
her hips made small responding thrusts as my cock worked in her slippery 
hole.
The thought of Paul's little wiener didn't leave my mind so I reluctantly 
reached out and held it in my hand while I fucked his wife. The movements 
from my fucking must have transformed to my hand and soon the little dick 
was hard between my fingers again. It was a very pleasant feeling to have 
one cock inside a wet, slippery cunt and one cock in the hand, slowly 
wanking it in rhythm with my fuck-motions.
His wife started to get into the fucking and though she still was drugged 
her hips undulated under me and her cunt gave my cock a series of rapid 
squeezes when she came! The knowledge that she did get some pleasure out of 
this fuck made my cock twitch and unload it's load deep inside of Sylvia's 
pussy and at the same time her husband's cock once again dribbled some 
sperm-like fluid over my fingers.
Three people cuming at the same time!
Fatigue almost caught me while I lay on top of Sylvia's unconscious body 
catching my breath and I almost fell asleep on the soft flesh but I didn't 
dare so with an effort I got up and crawled into my own bed and fell down 
on it. I was asleep before I hit the mattress and slept like a baby for six 
straight hours.
When I woke up early the next morning I must confess that my revenge had 
turned a bit sour. I was having both second and third thoughts now that I 
had fulfilled my plan. This regrets where changed as I stood and prepared 
breakfast and Sylvia stormed into the kitchen.
"You bastard! Don't you think that I don't know what you did last night! It 
was despicable! I have saved myself for my husband! And you took it! Don't 
you try to deny it! I know! I was... I was awake!!!"
"Yes, I noticed," I said calmly and that took some of her furious anger 
away. I made her feel a little guilty and I decided to take advantage of 
the situation. "Sit!" I said firmly. To my surprise I saw her swallow and 
do what I had told her. This was a new angle. I had treated her like a 
princess when we had been going steady and that didn't get me anywhere, 
maybe she needed a firm hand. I decided to find out.
"Have you seen your husbands cock?" I asked her.
"Of course not! I fell asleep as soon as I... as I..." her voice trailed 
off.
"I see. I've seen it though and let me assure you that it wouldn't make you 
happy." At this moment Paul entered with his head bowed and his feet 
dragging.
"Paul!" I snapped and his head lifted and he looked at me with a bewildered 
look in his eyes.
"Paul, show your wife, and me, your cock!"
"Wh-what?!"
"You heard me," I said in a stern voice and to my surprise he undid his 
trousers, let them drop to his feet and drew down his briefs showing us his 
little dick which twitched and hardened as we looked at it and soon it 
stood erect in 'all it's pride'.
"Oh," I heard Sylvia sigh.
"Yes. I saw it the other night and I realized that he would never be able 
to make you happy. That's why I did what I did," I lied. "I also decided 
that Paul should be my employee," I said at the spur of the moment. "He'll 
take care of all the household-cores and what ever needs to be done around 
here. You," I said to Sylvia, ignoring Paul who stood with his boxers 
halfway between his thighs and feet, "You're MY wife now. Not by name but 
by virtue. "No," I said sharply to Paul when he made an attempt to pull his 
briefs and trousers up to cover his 'man-hood'. "I think you should have on 
a pair of other briefs."
I looked at Sylvia and she swallowed when she saw the look on my face and 
when I told her to stand she did so without any hesitation.
"Undress! Both of you!"
With their heads down they did as I told them and soon they both stood 
naked in front of me.
"I see that you came prepared," I said to Sylvia as her robe dropped to the 
floor and showed that she had nothing under.
"NO!" she flared a last time.
"Didn't you?!"
"Y-yes," she mumbled.
"Good. Now go and get a pair of your panties."
She did as I said and I just sat there looking at Paul without saying 
anything and his head dropped further down but his cock strove, if 
possible, higher and harder.
When Sylvia came back with a pair of sheer white panties in her hand I told 
her to give them to Paul.
"From now on you're to wear your wife's panties, she's not going to need 
any she's forbidden to ever wear anything under her dresses as long as 
she's in the house. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes," they both mumbled.
"Good. Now I think I want Sylvia to sit in my lap while you serve us 
breakfast, Paul. I think it's better if you put on your clothes, we don't 
wont any accident on our breakfast-table, do we?"
Humiliated and red-faced he put on his wife's panties and his wife came 
over to me and started to sit down in my lap.
"Wait," I said as she began to sink down. "Paul, open your wife's cunt for 
me, will you?"
Slowly he reached between his wife's legs and with some difficulty he 
spread her lips open for me and I aimed my cock at her opening and told her 
to sit down when it was in place. Slowly she sank down on my hard shaft but 
halfway down she had to rise a little to make her cunt expand for the last 
bit but soon she was totally impaled and a little sigh escaped her lips as 
my cock made contact with her cervix.
I looked at Paul who stood there transfixed watching his wife's cunt mashed 
against my pubic-bone and with my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt. I 
could clearly see his little dick through the thing material of his wife's 
panties where it stood in all it's 'glory' as an extra seem and all though 
it was hard and pointing up it didn't fully reach the waist of the sheer 
panties but stopped more than a centimeter from it.
"Breakfast," I ordered and he hurried to get his wife a boiled egg, some 
toast, coffee for the both of us and a glass of orange juice.
Sylvia rocked slowly back and forth as she ate her breakfast reaching for a 
spoon-full of egg, sip the coffee or put marmalade on the toast. In the 
beginning she made it hesitantly and cautiously but the more the tip of my 
cock rubbed against her womb the wetter I could feel her cunt get and the 
more she rocked in my lap. 
"I think your wife enjoys sitting in my lap," I said turned to Paul. I saw 
that he had his eyes glued to our crotches and that he watched intently as 
Sylvia rocked back and forth more and more obviously and when she with a 
little moan started to cum I could see a wet spot spread over the panties 
Paul had on and I laughed at him and he bowed his head and his face turned 
red in shame when he realized that I saw him cum in the panties and when 
Sylvia turned to look at him and couldn't suppress a giggle I saw a tear of 
humiliation run down his cheek.
"You know what, Paul. I think I'll fuck your wife before I take a shower. 
Do you want to watch me fuck her in my bed?"
He whispered a silent 'yes' and followed me after I had slapped Sylvia's 
round ass making her stand letting my cock slip out of her coated with her 
juices and she followed me without a word into my bedroom with Paul on her 
heals.
I lay down and told Sylvia to get my cock inside her and she did as she was 
told and than she started to ride me in long, smooth strokes.
"You may take your panties off, Paul."
He let them drop down to his feet but he didn't step out of them. He stood 
there motionless and watched his wife getting nearer and nearer to her 
second orgasm this morning.
I reached out my hand and took hold of the little boy-cock and almost 
fondly I took it in my hand. It was almost a transformation back to my pre-
teens to feel this little cock in my hand. To my surprise I could feel my 
orgasm start to rise due to the double pleasure I got, from Paul's wife's 
massaging pussy around my cock and Paul's little pulsating cock in my hand.
"I'm going to cum now, Paul," I said. "Cum in your wife's fertile cunt. 
Making a baby in her, aren't you going to join me?"
My words had hardly passed my lips when he with shaking hips drooled his 
clear fluid over my fingers and my own orgasm raced though my cock and I 
spurted rope after rope of slimy sperm inside Sylvia's milking cunt and she 
wailed when she felt my sperm splash against the walls of her slippery, 
spasming cuntwalls.
Paul sank down on the floor beside the bed and he panted as he recovered 
from his orgasm.
I lifted my wet fingers to Sylvia's lips and she sucked them clean with a 
little frown on her nose before she rolled of me and fell down on the bed 
by my side.
"I think you'll have to clean up your wife's juices," I said to Paul. "With 
your tongue," I added when he started for the bathroom.
Obediently he climbed up on the bed and spread his wife's legs apart and 
dipped his head down and started to lick up all the juices that still 
leaked out of her freshly fucked cunt.
Sylvia moaned through another orgasm as he licked her clean and when he was 
finished he turned to me, bowed sideways and sucked my cock into his mouth! 
I almost jumped out of the bed by surprise. I hadn't expected this! I 
wasn't gay for heavens sake!
I managed to relax though and pretend that this was what I had meant when I 
told him to clean his wife's juices and soon I found, to my astonishment, 
that it was a very pleasant feeling to have ones cock sucked while it was 
limp and post-orgasmic and he did it very softly, almost fondly.
I had had gotten a couple of blow-jobs earlier, not many, just three, and 
they had been very enjoyable but this was much better than any I had gotten 
from a former girl-friend. This wasn't arousing, just soothing and relaxing 
and I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.
Now a little more than a year later Paul and I are the proud fathers of a 
little baby boy and I'm planning to have two more children. They have to 
wear his last name but they will be mine.
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