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From: "terri madison" <terri_madison@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Second Place  Part 7  
Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 18:10:08 -0500
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Steven ------

Terri's husband, Steven, had been having weird dreams.  Not that
they were in the least unpleasant.  In the dreams, other women
were in bed with him, alternately going down on him and fucking
him.  His wife always watched from the doorway of their bedroom,
set back in the shadows, masturbating.  It was always vague, but
he knew she was really getting off on watching, by the way she
was gasping.  At various times during their marriage, he had
heard her gasp like that, when his tongue had found just the
right spot and assaulted it relentlessly.  Sometimes Terri was
giving the other woman, or women, instructions on what to do. 
And sometimes in the dreams, after Steven had climaxed, whether
in the mouth or cunt of the woman with whom he was being shared,
Terri would go downstairs and the women would fuck.

Steven imagined that his imagination was just working overtime. 
Nor could he blame it...for it seemed his wife had lost all her
sex drive.  Just the other night, the guys had all gotten
together at Scott's home for a party.  Scott's wife, Angela, had
gone to the video store and chosen what she deemed an
"appropriate" video for a boys' night out, then had wisely left
the guys alone to enjoy it.  The porn starlet in the movie bore
an uncanny resemblance to Terri, and after watching the first
scene, where the young blonde actress took on three mailroom
boys, Steven excused himself and hurried home.  Extremely turned
on, he had crawled into bed with his wife with a raging hardon. 
But she had only pushed him away.  It seemed that this was
becoming the norm.

Terri was also spending more and more time away from home.  When
he would ask her about it, she'd often snap at him, asking why he
mistrusted her so much.  He also noticed--but didn't ask
about--her new wardrobe.  Miniskirts, camisoles, halters, lace
bras and panties, corsets, garters, hose.

Steven was growing increasingly frustrated.  So when Carrie, a
temp working in his office, invited him first out for lunch, then
later out for dinner, he went.

Danielle --------

Revenge was sweet, the pretty brunette reflected to herself as
she stepped out of the shower and toweled off.  The ruined look
on that uppity little blonde bitch's face, when she found out
that her wedding ring had been pawned, had been worth a thousand
orgasms.  Not that Danielle wasn't already off to a good start in
achieving that number, she smiled to herself.  On the drive home,
she had handled rush hour extremely well, wisely using the time
to reacquaint her pussy to her favorite vibrator, to the tune of
three orgasms.  She gave herself another when she slid the
cum-covered toy into her tight ass.  The bewildered motorists
around her had clearly never seen anyone so happy about bumper to
bumper traffic.  Once home, and in the shower, she had let her
fingers do the walking, and twice more had peaked.  Then she had
adjusted the shower head and laid down on the shower floor,
spreading her legs and letting the high-powered jet of water beat
down on her clit.  Four more cums, as she imagined her hapless
secretary's tongue serving her down below.

Climbing onto her bed, Danielle shed her towel and her fingers
found their mark again. With her left hand she played with her
clit; with her right hand, she fucked herself with first one,
then two, and finally three fingers.  She felt great but the only
problem was, her hands were beginning to ache.  Danielle wished
her slave/secretary were there to service her.  Then, she thought
evilly, why do I have to wish for it? I own the fucking little
whore!

Panting heavily, the saucy brunette picked up her phone, and
punched in a number she knew by heart.  A number which would make
a pager go off somewhere across town.  A page that, if not
responded to within ten minutes, would result in a number of
interesting packages and letters being mailed out to the husband
of a certain blonde bimbo.

Danielle put the receiver back in its cradle.  She laid back down
on the bed, where the pillow was wet from her hair....and the
covers were wet from her dripping cunt juices.  She waited.

When the phone began ringing, she decided to let it ring for
awhile.  Smiling, she brought her middle finger to her mouth, and
took it in, lustfully sucking her delicious nectar from it.

Revenge was very sweet, indeed.


Carrie ------

The young redhead was riding her lover for all she was worth. 
The fact that he was a married man only excited her more. 
Besides, considering all the things the man's wife had done to
her best friend over the years, Carrie felt absolutely no
remorse. This wasn't the first time she'd fucked Steven, of
course....but it was the first time that he was aware that she
was fucking him.  And Carrie wanted Steven to know, exactly what
it meant to be fucked by Carrie.

Carrie loved being on top.  She was in control, and she could put
her lover's cock in just the right spots.  And, when she felt him
close to cumming, she could easily back off and let him cool down
a little bit.  Which she had done several times, over the past
two hours of this mind-blowing fuck.

"OH GAWWWWWWDDDD.....YEAH LOVER......FEELS SO
GOOD.......YEAH!!!!!!!!!!" Carrie articulated.  "Yeah.....your
wife doesn't know.....what she's missing....YEAH!!!!! YES!!!
YES!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!"  Carrie bucked, holding
on for dear life, as the two lovers climaxed simultaneously.  The
redhead's vaginal muscles spasmed and contracted around Steven's
spurting, pulsing cock, as he filled her hole with his gooey
seed.

When Carrie finally eased herself off Steven's dick, she noted
that he was still hard.  That just wouldn't do.  Taking him in
her mouth, she followed up the fuck of his life with what she
hoped would be the blowjob of his life.  She first teased the
tip, until he grabbed the back of her head and urged her to take
him all the way in.  Which she gladly did, slurping and sucking
his magnificent cock until he was again spurting his creamy
delight, this time into her warm, wet mouth.

Carrie eased out of bed.  Her lover made to do the same, but she
gently--but firmly-- pushed him back down.

"I just have to go do something.  I'll be back in awhile.  Stay
here."

"My wife--"  Steven began.

"--is most likely going to be out, doing god knows what, until
well after midnight. You said so yourself.   Stay here in
bed.....and I expect that gorgeous, throbbing cock to be ready
and waiting for me when I get back."  To emphasize, the
voluptuous redhead took Steven's semi-hard prick into her mouth,
giving it a few slurps.  Was that a stirring?  Carrie didn't wait
to find out.

Throwing on a nightgown, she left her home and hopped in her car.
 She pretended that she had no idea where she was headed, but in
reality she knew exatcly.  She passed the point of no return as
she guided her car toward the exit which led to Terri's house.

Ok...so I *am* curious.  So sue me!  she kidded herself.  All
kidding aside, Carrie had found herself very aroused during her
previous encounters with Terri.  She had not wanted to admit it
in front of Danielle, however.  But with the barrel that Danielle
had Terri over, Carrie effectively had an automaton who would do
whatever she liked, and move at whatever pace she liked.

Idly, the young girl wondered if the blonde slut would recognize
the taste of the cum in Carrie's pussy, as that of her husband
Steven.

In any case, it wouldn't matter.  Carrie planned on telling her.


Terri -----

The blonde's ass hurt.  All the toys--and men's cocks--which had
been up her ass the past few days, had torn up the membrane of
her anal canal.  But the worst part was actually the itching, as
her reamed asshole healed.  Many times Terri had half hoped that
Danielle would send her to a hotel room full of men to fuck her
tight asshole some more.

Aside from that, Terri was still trying to regain her balance. 
She had been well-endowed before her mandatory, Danielle-imposed
boob job.  Now, a triple-D, her equilibrium was off, and she had
actually nearly fallen forward a few times.  And of course, there
was the staring, whenever Danielle sent her on some mindless
errand.  It didn't help any that her boss had prohibited her from
buying new clothes, and she was confined to practically bursting
out of the outfits she had.

Standing in her bedroom naked, looking in the mirror at her
tear-streaked face, her obscenely giant boobs, and her jet black
(dyed) pubic hair (to make people think she was not a natural
blonde), Terri wondered how she'd been reduced to this.  Just
yesterday, it seemed, she had been one of the city's top
saleswomen.  Well, now she was another kind of saleswomen, she
thought bitterly.  A whore.

Her thoughts were cut off by the shrill sound of her pager.  When
she checked the number, she saw that it was Danielle calling her.
 More humiliation and degradation.

As Terri squeezed her huge tits into her dress, nearly ripping
it, she sobbed openly. Then, bringing herself under control, she
headed out to perform her duties for her boss.





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