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Kayla, Jason and Alison
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As I come up for air, I take in the sight of my ex-husband. Jason's
engorged cock is smothered in my red lipstick and drenched with my saliva, a
result of my deep-throating and slobbering all over his sweet tool with my
hot, wet, eager mouth.
"Now Jason," I chide him, "I really want you to cum in my mouth! And I know
you want to as well!"
Jason struggles some more. To no avail...the ropes are tied very well.
"Fuck you, you sick twisted bitch..."
"Mmmmm I LOVE it when you talk dirty, honey! Keep talking while I slurp the
cum out of your balls!" I descend on his manhood again. Despite his
vehement protests, his cock has been rigid and throbbing throughout this
obscene reverse rape.
"Please, Alison..." he tries a different tack. "For god's sake, Kayla will
be home any min-"
POP! I pull my mouth off of him. "I don't give a fuck about that
home-wrecking little cunt. I hope the bitch walks in here and sees her
hubby's prick buried in his ex-wife's throat. If you're lucky, maybe she'll
take notes..." I give him a nice long lick, following the vein up his
shaft. "Now...are you going to cum in my mouth for me?"
"No..."
"Let's see if I can convince you otherwise..." Mercilessly, I swirl my
tongue around the tip of my ex-husband's prick, as he thrashes helplessly on
the bed. Like all men, he's very sensitive there... His primal urges take
over, and he bucks his hips, trying to get more of his manhood into my
mouth. I merely move my head away as well, making sure that no more than
the head of his cock is between my lips. He's screaming incoherently as his
body is wracked with uncontrollable sensations.
I love teasing him so...but I'm teasing myself as well. "Cum in my MOUTH,
Jason!" Then I go back down on him with renewed fervor, taking his entire
cock into my mouth till it's buried to the hilt. Then back out...then
in...saliva flying everywhere as I orally fuck my captive ex-husband in his
own bed. Still he stubbornly manages to hold back.
Time for a couple of secret weapons.
With Jason's dick nestled in my throat, I reach back and unsnap my bra,
letting my 36-DD boobs spring free. They're roughly three times the size of
Kayla's little mosquito bites...of course, Jason doesn't notice, as his eyes
are tightly shut. No accounting for taste...
I pull him out of my mouth with a grin, leaving a trail of saliva from my
lip to the tip of his cock. "I'll bet Kayla doesn't do *this* for you,
dear..." Grabbing one humongous tit in each hand, I squeeze them together
around his cock...a delectable titty sandwich with dear Jason providing the
mouth-watering meat. It's a sight to behold...my ex's well-sized cock,
smothered in tit-flesh, with only the purple bulb of his cockhead poking out
for me to kiss and swirl my tongue around. He groans as I rub my breasts
back and forth, making a throbbing, pulsing rolling pin out of his hard
dick. Alternately, I drag my boobs up and down, fucking my tits with his
cock. All the while giving the exposed tip of his prick an oral workout.
"Cum for me, lover," I whisper huskily. "Cum in my mouth, and all over my
face and tits...
"No..." Jason grits his teeth. He focuses his gaze on the wedding 8x10 on
the nightstand. "Kayla, I love you..."
"AAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!!" In rage, I smack him in the face, then furiously I
backhand the wedding picture, sending it flying to the floor.
"Fine, Jason. If you won't give me what I want...then I'll just take it,
honey. Let's go to 'plan B'..."
"What's 'plan B'?" my ex asks suspiciously...and needlessly, as he watches
me reach beneath my skirt and pull my panties off.
"No, please don't make me be unfaithful to Kayla..."
"You mean, like you were unfaithful to me? WITH Kayla?"
"Alison--"
But I've heard enough. Wadding up my panties, I stuff them in Jason's
mouth. Then I lower my dripping cunt onto his throbbing tool.
"Oh...YES, Jason! YES!!! Oh I forgot how nice your cock feels in my
pussy...fill me up baby!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I'm already cumming...my
pussy contracting like a vise around my unwilling lover's cock. He's
responding now too...
"YES Jason...how do you like the FUCKING I'm giving you, bitch? Oh yeah...I
know you love it, and you don't want it to stop...that's it, bury that cock
in me...push...oh I KNEW I could get you to cheat on Kayla... MMMMMMM!!!!!"
The shame registers in his eyes...but he continues humping upward, forcing
his cock as deep into my wetness as it can possibly go...
"THAT'S it...OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!! Fuck me. CUM for me, Jason...empty your nuts
in my wet cunt baby... OHHHHHHH.... SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD...." I lie down on
him, continuing my frenzied fucking. Whispering in his ear now. "Cum
inside me, Jason... maybe when Kayla gets home, I'll make her lick me
clean..."
This image proves to be too much for Jason. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" He
screams through his panty gag as he explodes, shooting stream after stream
of his sticky seed into my throbbing cunt.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I'm cumming yet again... "YES JASON FILL ME UP.... CUM
INSIDE ME... OH YESSSSS TAKE THAT KAYLA YOU FRIGID HOMEWRECKING CUNT...."
Then he's spent...and all that's left is shame at what he's just done.
I pluck my panties out of his mouth. "How was it for you, lover?"
"Please...Alison, please just go..."
"Oh, I plan to. I got what I needed!!! Your precious sperm, swimming up
into my womb..." A horrified, dawning look. "And this is my fertile time
of the month too, Jason. Hmmmm...you *really* should have cum in my mouth
when I asked you to!"
"Please...don't..."
"Oh...it's already done!!! Mmmmmmm...I can almost feel your wonderful
sperm, swimming their way--"
"FOR GOD'S SAKE ALISON STOP THIS PLEASE YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!!!!!
Please... can't you.... do something?" I do so love it when he whimpers
like that.
I pull a tiny white tablet out of my purse. "Well...there is this. It's
what's commonly known as a 'morning after' pill. Though the name is
misleading... this particular pill needs to be taken no more than an hour
after copulation. After that..." I ran my hand over my tummy in a vertical
arch...the universal "knocked up" hand gesture. "My god...what will Kayla
say? What will her PARENTS say? What will your BOSS say? What--"
"What do you want?" he groans.
"I'm gonna untie you," I explain, "and you probably don't want to give me
any trouble when I do. This tiny pill could be lost rather easily, wouldn't
you agree?" He nods resignedly.
"OK...here's the deal. I'm going to untie you, then I'll hide in the
closet. I'll have the pill with me and I'll be watching....then I'll take
the pill and leave when you're finished."
"Finished with what?" he asks suspiciously.
"Fucking Kayla in her tight little ass..." I murmur sweetly.
It takes a moment for that to sink in. Then his face registers his shock.
"Alison... please, I can't do that! She doesn't get into that..."
"Kayla's ass it is," I proclaim. "Or, I could just leave right
now...without my pill..."
"NO!!!!" He pulls against his bonds some more. "I'll...do it. But...but,
Alison...please...how will I talk her int--"
I kiss him firmly on the mouth. Reassuring my big tough man. "I'm sure
you'll think of something, lover. Maybe you'll have to take it from her," I
suggested, "just like I'm going to be taking from you from now on!" A car
in the driveway. "Oh...there she is now! Let's get you untied...."
Erica
-----
Thanks for agreeing to meet me here. Remember how we used to always come out
here when we were dating? I even brought us a couple of beers, for old
time's sake. It's been so long since high school, hasn't it?
So...how is married life treating you? I heard you're doing well... a VP at
the firm! That's great. Yeah... I'm fine. Still single... but I've got a
pretty good job and a decent social life, I guess. All in all, I'd say I've
recovered very well from you dragging me out here and raping me on prom
night.
Feeling dizzy, babe? Here, lie down for a minute. OK. No...I guess I
shouldn't use the term 'rape'. After all, I never pressed any charges...
you were right. It would have been the word of the quarterback of the
football team vs. that of the slutty transfer student whom nobody liked.
Here, let me help you out of those pants. I know you can't move...that's
just from the drug I gave you. Don't worry... I'll take care of everything.
Actually, most of it's already taken care of. Don't worry honey. It will
all make sense later... and believe me, you'll have PLENTY of time to think
about it. But for now, let's get re-acquainted. It's been a long time.
Now the shorts, dear. MMMMMM. Wow, I'd forgotten how big this was! Of
course, last time I saw it, I was getting pulled around by the hair and
having my nipples pinched and twisted while you fucked my mouth. I'm deeply
sorry...I realize now that I wasn't really a great fuck that night. My
thoughts must have been elsewhere...like, graduation...getting into
college...getting betrayed and raped by the guy whom I thought loved me...
But I'm going to make it up to you now.
So...do you like my miniskirt? I wore it just for you! This way, you can
use that tired old "she was really asking for it" defense at your trial.
And see...no panties underneath! Don't worry, I've got a nice ripped pair
at home, which I'll take down to the station with me. So, what do you say?
Are you ready to make history repeat itself? No? Well, I'd have to say
this little guy doesn't agree with you! That's it...let's just slide him
right in there...goodness, but feel how wet I am! More ammo for that good
ol' "the slut was practically begging for it" argument! Hell, after you get
done paying your lawyer, you should be paying me too!
Ohhhhhhh god... your cock is so nice.... so filling... your wife is one
lucky lady! I'm almost gonna feel guilty... gasp... about depriving her of
this lovely tool for 7 to 10 years...ohhhhhgawdddd.... yessssssss... but
maybe her and I will become friends... go out clubbing... MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
Almost...there.... come on... cum with me, baby... let's give those doctors
in the E.R. a nice sample to swab out of me...
Karla and Angie
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Angie clicked a button and spoke into her headset. "911 Emergency..."
A woman's voice, choked, sobbing and urgent on the other end.
"P-please....help..."
On her terminal, Angie hit a few more buttons, trying to pinpoint the
caller's location. Damn! Cellular phone, she cursed silently. "Ok...ma'am?
What's your name?"
"Please..."
"Ma'am...please calm down. Can you tell me your name?"
"K-Karla..."
"OK...what's wrong, Karla?"
The woman on the other end took a breath and sniffled. "I've...I've just
been raped..."
Angie frowned and took a deep breath. Rape. As much as she tried to
emotionally distance herself from her work, this particular genre of calls
always seemed to get to her...a constant reminder of what had happened to
her, two years ago...
"Where are you, Karla?"
The caller sobbed out an address which was on the outskirts of town. Deftly
working her keyboard, Angie immediately dispatched one of the town's three
police cruisers.
"OK. Who did this to you, Karla?"
"A gr-group of guys...f-four of them..." Karla's voice filled with shame.
Angie was now shaking with rage, as she recounted her own ordeal at the
hands of her then-boyfriend and his drunken friends...
Angie spoke quietly. "What did your boyfriend and his friends do, Karla?"
"WHAT?" Karla screamed into the phone. "IT WASN'T MY BOYFRIEND!!! I DIDN'T
EVEN KNOW ANY--" She broke down in sobs.
Oh my god. Did I say that out loud? Angie cursed herself. "No...Karla, I
didn't mean to say your boyfriend, I'm sorry, I got you confused with
another 911 call..." A 911 call made two years ago, to be exact... "What
happened, Karla?"
"This guy...this guy came in here and said...'M-me and my f-f-friends....are
gonna h-have a little f-fun with y-y-you...and...'"
"OK, Karla," Angie said soothingly as Karla's voice broke. "Take your time.
What happened next?"
"This guy...he...he was like the l-leader...he told me...told me to use my
m-mouth on him, and his f-friends...s-said if I didn't...they'd bust all my
teeth out and do it anyway..."
Angie trembled as she remembered very similar words, spoken to a terrified
young blonde who'd been groped, slapped around, then finally forced to her
knees...
The 911 operator forced her mind back into the present. There was someone
on the line who needed her, and she needed to focus on that!
"What happened then, Karla?"
"I g-gave them wha...what they wanted...but they wanted more," Karla wept
the last four words.
Angie spoke softly. "Did they have vaginal intercourse with you, Karla?"
She felt like a heel for asking such a clinical, cold question.
"Y-yes," Karla sobbed. "A-and...and my b...my bottom..."
As she dispatched an ambulance to the scene, Angie continued. "Karla? Can
you...can you describe these men?"
"They...OH GOD IT WAS SO HORRIBLE ANGIE...."
"Karla hon, please try to remember for me. Anything at all you can tell me,
to describe them..."
"The l-leader...he...I remember...he h-had a tattoo on his arm...of...of an
e-eagle..."
Angie's blood ran cold as she realized exactly who Karla's assailant was.
"Oh, deargod," she choked, barely thumbing the "mute" switch on her headset
in time as the memories came flooding back. Memories of the eagle...
Angie on the floor in the kitchen, in a firm headlock...gasping for air as
he explains to her EXACTLY how he likes his steak cooked...her eyes focusing
on the eagle as the arm chokes the breath out of her...
...the eagle, coming at her in the form of a thrown fist, too fast for Angie
to dodge...the fall down the stairs...the same arm wrapped around her in the
E.R., "comforting" Angie as she's "lovingly" told, "you need to be more
careful on the stairs, honey..."
...Angie, beaten and bleeding, forced to her knees in the midst of that
circle of men...him yanking and dragging her around by her blonde hair,
explaining what she's going to do...Angie, too frightened to look into those
maniacal, psychotic, drugged eyes, focusing on the eagle instead as she's
taken repeatedly...
Fighting to regain her composure, she quickly dispatched the remainder of
the town's police force to the girl's location.
"Sit tight, Karla," Angie said as she choked back tears, "help is on the
way..."
"It was s...it was so horrible, Angie..."
Angie's horror was now rapidly giving way to another emotion--guilt. Two
years ago, the friends she'd told about the rape had urged her to file
charges, and she'd declined... wanting only to get away from that horrible
man, and put the ordeal behind her. If only she'd pressed charges... then
this woman on the line might not have had to have gone through the same
thing...
"K-Karla...I...I'm sorry..." She was openly crying now.
Karla sounded startled. "Angie...are you crying? What is it?"
"Oh god...Karla...I...I was...um...raped, too...and it was...well...I...um,
I th-think it was the same man..."
Sniffling and sobbing at both ends of the phone line now.
"Angie? Can...can I tell you something?"
"Anything," Angie promised tearfully, and she meant it. The two of them
were victims of the same horrible crime, the same horrible man.
"Well...when I was...using my mouth...on them... my... well... ummmm... my
pussy got real wet...I think I must have really wanted--"
That set Angie off. No doubt the asshole had told the poor girl that, to
further destroy her pride and break her spirit. "NO!" she chided
vehemently. "You listen to me, Karla. LISTEN. When...when that
happens...that's just a physical reaction...it doesn't mean that..."
"I'm just a slut, Angie...just a whore..."
"NO! You're NOT..." Angie was now sobbing harder than her caller.
"Yes I am..."
"Karla listen to m-"
"No...you listen, Angie," Karla said in a very sweet voice. "I've had two
fingers in my pussy the whole time we've been talking...listening to you cry
is turning me on so much, Angie..."
Rage. "You mean," Angie asked angrily, "that this was a HOAX?? You MADE
ALL THIS UP????" Then, a thought, "How did you know my name?"
"I know a LOT about you, Angie. My... um... boyfriend has told me a lot.
And, no, this wasn't made up... not exactly. I *did* give all of those guys
blowjobs, just like I said."
"What about the rest? Did you lie about that?"
"Oh, not exactly. The gang-rape is a fact...it just hasn't happened yet...
and it's not *me* whom it will be happening to..."
"What..."
"But thanks for your concern, Angie. Especially, thanks for sending *all*
of the police over to the other side of town... Now you're all alone..."
Then the line was dead.
Then....footsteps...multiple footsteps, stopping at the door to the call
center. As the doorknob slowly started turning, Angie began to scream.
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