Dear Readers,
It is a story of revenge, but not in the way most percieve revenge to be. Like most my stories, this story too can be read with pictures at http://sites.pornographytimes.com/erotica/payback/index.htm Do let me know how you liked this story at cellinis(at)pornographytimes.com
Cellinis
A French wise-ass once told the world that it is a woman who inspires a man to conceive the greatest of masterpieces. And then she happily prevents him from creating one. Audrey could be called one such woman. Or in her case, one such girl. I had never met her until but a few hours ago. Being more of a sea dog, I hadn't met many people save those who came to me. And for my qualities, I know that my 40 year old muscles don't really attract many 18 year olds. But my young brother, at the tender age of 24, chanced by this 18 year old beauty and fell madly in love with her.
He is a genius, my little Mark. Created and sold his first sculpture when his wee-wee was the size of my little finger. I worked harder than ever to put him through the best schools of arts. Then one day, not five months ago, I heard his happy voice from Paris, where he was exhibiting for the first time. Art, and sculpture, of course, doesn't pay the bills, so I thought he was happy at my support. But this egotistical illusion lasted a full five seconds. He shouted as if the damned lines were like those back in 'Nam when I was young and foolish. My little Mark was in love.
I asked him at length about this gorgeous brunette of his life. But the only thing he would tell me, apart from just how wonderful she was, was that he was creating the best work of his life upon her. I laughed, I guess I shouldn't have, but I laughed nonetheless. Love can be so cute. I was once in love myself too, but then I grew up. But his happiness was contagious. And soon I had the broadest smile on my wrinkled face. Two months ago then, I received an email on the charter I had taken. In the email was the photograph of the sculpture my little Mark was in the process of creating. Now I know squat about art, but even to my inexperienced eyes, the sculpture was beauty itself. The woman seemed to come alive under the talented hands of my dear boy.
Last month I heard from a friend of his that my little brother had been taken in by the Detroit Police for vandalism. I flew down immediately and got him out. I questioned him at length for the reason of this idiocy I knew not. But then I should have expected. The grand project of my brother was but half finished when the bitch ran away with someone with loads of money. Secretly, I knew it would come to this, for it is not at the age of 18 when one looks for love, if at all ever. But seeing the state my brother had turned into, I wished equally for revenge. Amongst his things, I found a picture of her. I looked with interest, she was quite good to look at. And with my brother's appeal of exaggeration, I could see what his imaginative brain must have seen in her. I send the photograph to most of my friends, certain that should she turn up on the Atlantic seaboard, I would get to know.
It was not my amazing contacts, however, that discovered her. I was walking near the port when my eyes fell upon a charming creature. Brown hair, cut mid length, fell lithely on her slender shoulders. Her soft and smooth tanned skin was accentuated by a diamond belly button. Her breasts looked a nice B cup from where I stood. She was dressed in naught but a skimpy bikini with one of those Levi's skirt conversing her g-string. My hands went into my pocket involuntarily and out came the picture of my little Mark's first love. It was indeed her.
A quick call to one of the boys on the boat later, I walked down besides her.
"How you doing today missy?" I asked in my best downtown accent.
"Quite good!" She had one of those cutest of smiles that melted your heart right away. But this heart had stood up a lot more than a cute smile well before she was even conceived in her momma's womb.
"You waitin' for sumone?" I said sitting next to her.
"No. Just tanning!" She smiled again.
"Why don't you cum to me boat, sun's pretty good further down the ocean!" I asked of her, but she desisted.
Just then the lad whom I had called came down. "Howdy Captain."
"Howdy, Mallory." I said to him.
"We waiting for you on the boat Captain."
"I was thinking, Mallory, about giving this young laddie a tour of our ocean, but she is afraid of an old sea dog like me." I said smiling.
"No I am not!" Pat came the expected answer.
"Then we are going to the best tanning salon in the whole damned world!" I said, getting up. The matter was decided.
We rode my boys pickup down to the small boat I kept inland for pleasure cruises when work was slow. It was but a tiny 20 footer, a day sailor's fantasy, but worth the wrath of any man who had tasted the fresh air of salty sea. But it had its purposes for even on my whim I can't take out the 15,000 tonne merchant ship that was mine. We took the boat on the bay and my lad went aft, steering us to the choicest stops where tourists came not. I told the gorgeous creature, who had introduced herself as Cindy, which I knew to be fake for her name was Amanda, to get about her business. But fake people are afraid to use their real names. Nevertheless my eyes popped out the sight of the fine tuned piece of ass that she had on her. And neither was she very shy about it.
I told her to come sit by my side as my lad completed a textbook maneuver to the port. She fell into my arms. She tried to wriggle through, thanking me for saving her from going overboard. I laughed good naturedly for the bay can't get rough even if she wanted to, and today she was blighty calm, like those swimming pools at Hilton. I allowed her half naked body to press against mine as she tried getting out from my arms. It had been a long time since I had anything resembling a woman that wasn't a whore. So her softness I wanted to savour.
"Take these damned clothes off hon, or you'll have a motherfucker of bad ass tan lines on that sexy body of yours."
"No. I am fine!" She tried again to get out of my grip. She could sense that something was afoot. But it wasn't in my plan to rape her. I just wanted her to know how to respect a man.
"Hon, don't let the touch of a fucked up sea dog bother you so much! You are like my daughter to me!" I laughed again. She calmed down then and laid herself against me.
I produced some sun cream from my shorts (yeah I have other things than my squeezy dick in there!). Very gently, for none can be as gentle as a man of sea when he wants to be (but that ain't often), I started rubbing the cream on her back. She allowed my hands the freedom on her half naked body. That was her mistake. For though I may be a whore-man now, there was once a time that my mere touch could send a woman crazy. Doubtlessly the same genes that gave the artistic talent to my brother. My talent was for sex. She was soon squirming with pleasure as my tough fingers touched every part of her soft back.
It wasn't long then when my hands, tired of rubbing against her bikini, took it off completely. By now, of course, she was more or less under my control. Most men know not of seven points on the body of a woman that they can use to get her excited. There are ten times more than that. In fact there are 15 right on the bare back of the woman. It is on these erotic zones that I now concentrated my energies on. Closing my thumbs on the base of her shoulder blades, I licked her spine at the very base, and she shuddered, moaning out aloud. Her body leaned into mine, and I turned her around, taking a look at those gorgeous breasts.
They were smaller than I had imagined, but tasty nonetheless. I didn't hesitate placing my lips on her hard nipples. It felt wonderful. My two lips could feel the hard tit, and then my tongue jumped into action, rubbing at the base of her tit which was as erect as my own cock. My hands continued their manipulations on her waist and back, causing her to moan happily and loudly. Gently I pulled down on her g-string and touched her tiny cunt with my bare hands. It was as wet as the sea around us. I wondered if it was as salty too.
"I thought I was like your daughter." She squeezed the phrase between five moans.
"You are, but you ain't my daughter hon and I ain't your dad. So I am gonna fuck you." I told her, my mouth still on her breasts, squeezing and twisting them to her pleasure.
For a full fifteen minutes I manipulated her naked body until she was literally begging to cum. I had, of course, tasted her wet pussy, and found it quite worth the while. Her cute teen face, her lovely smile and her innocent voice nearly made me make her cum, but the desire of revenge still burned deep in my heart. And then, blood is way thicker than the juices that flew between her legs. At last I undid my shorts and brought the little Admiral out in the open. She took it in her mouth without a question, almost like the whores I was used to.
Her cute face moved with grace and elegance over my hard dick. But neither was she lacking in lust. She gobbled at my cock as if it were a candy and she but a child. But then she was little more than a child, young as she was. But young too had been little Mark, whose heart she her broken easier than I tie one of those knots. I watched, pleasurable nevertheless, as her hand masturbated by cock while her mouth sucked on my head. Her lips closed over the warmth of my cock, her tongue licking the place where the skin ended, she was making a good impression on me.
But impression that had already been made could not me unmade. So I followed my plan and signaled my lad to come and join us. Mallory came as he was born, his cock already hard. The teens eyes followed mine and she saw another cock added to the game. She didn't hesitate, for she was way too far into lust, to take his cock in her other hand. For a while she masturbated us both with just her hands, and I can tell you it felt really good. Those soft hands moving on those hard cocks, the skin moving up and down over the sensitive muscles, yes it felt good. Then she put her mouth over Mark's cock and with her thumb, continued jerking mine.
She was clearly a stranger to threesomes, though a pretty good student. She didn't know what to do and for a while her head bobbed back and forth over our cocks, making quite a hash of it. But she soon found the form, pulling us together by our cocks. Mine she put inside that cute mouth of hers, and Mallory she rubber on her cheek. Both of us were suitably impressed by this maneuver and our moans of pleasure soon joined the slurping sounds of her blowing mouth.
But while we were having a splendid time, the little girl was getting mad with desire. She wanted some cock and she wanted it between her legs. I let Mallory take the lead, for the little Admiral was reserved for a higher purpose. I told Mallory to be careful not to make her cum, for if he did he would be looking for a new ship before the sun went down in the sea. I had of course chosen Mallory because he was pretty good with women. Neither did he disappoint me, using his cock to increase rather than satisfy her lust. She now rode on top of Mallory's rod as he sat comfortable on the chair by starboard.
I watched Mallory get it on with only mild interest. I looked more for getting to know this bitch's sensitive points and taboos and anything else. She liked it when Mallory's hand rubbed her tiny breasts and twisted her nipples, rather un gently, I thought. But every time he tried to get his fingers between her ass, he was repulsed. I smiled for her ass, which I was sure was virgin, was very much the part of my plan. Mallory kept trying to get into her ass, turning her all over, for he loved tight asses more than he loved tight pussies. But the little bitch was very adamant about keeping that area off zone.
During their humping their position changed to one that I was waiting for. The bitch who had broken my little brother's heart was now on her knees like a true doggy and Mallory humped her from behind. I told him to get off, for it was now the Captain's turn. He obeyed, though he was pretty near cumming. The teen didn't mind though, the memory of my fingers fresh in her mind. She wondered what wonderful things my hard dick could do inside her tight pussy. And neither was she disappointed in the 15 seconds I rested inside her. I touched her g-spot with an uncanny ability, using my fingers at the same time to massage her clit.
My strokes were long and slow, touching every part for a sizeable portion of time. Several times I allowed my cock to leave her cunt and then come back, banging with force. She loved it. Then after a long push, I pulled back again slowly, allowing her to feel my entire length all over her cunt. She was pretty close to creaming, and wild with sex fever. Her brown hair now bobbed all over the place and her cute face had turned into a nubile goddess of lust. It was this moment that I chose for payback.
Her own juices mixed with our pre cum were now flowing freely down her thighs. The sun made the wetness around her pussy glisten like little pearls. She expected me to bang with force in her pussy, certain that cum hard this time around. But this wasn't what was going to happen. I banged hard alright, but not where she expected it. From a distance of a foot came my cock, with the full force of my hips and the weight of my body behind it. It was targeted for her virgin ass, the ass she wouldn't let Mallory touch, or any man before him. She considered it dirty, unnatural. More than anything else, the very thought of someone fucking her ass humiliated her, just as it is with most good womenfolk.
The entire force of my momentum hit the crack of her ass and my cock slipped forcefully inside her unlubricated ass. I could hear the tear of her ass walls. She cried out aloud, her lust giving way to pain. She tried to squeeze her ass, push me out, but my old sea hands held her in place. Mallory watched with glee. As she opened her mouth to shout something I am certain I would have rather not heard, he placed his cock in between her open lips right down her throat.
My hard and thick cock ravaged her virgin ass over and over again, humiliating her body into surrender. From aft, Mallory was doing much the same to her throat. She chocked and gagged, but couldn't do nothing to stop us. Slowly her body began to acquiesce our presence in those ungainly wholes. And while she didn't really enjoy it, she now started to tolerate it. In the meantime, Mallory had left his entire load in her throat. My cock fresh out of ass, for I too wanted to cum, I moved towards her mouth.
Understanding what I wanted, for this whore wasn't dumb, she tried to pull her mouth away. But my strong hands held her by her hair and forced my cock, full of little brown shit from her virgin ass into her mouth. Completely humiliated, she licked my cock clean of her shit and then I came in her mouth. An orgasm of revenge, my hot white cum streaming all over her gorgeous face, covered every part of her in my goo.
She looked at me with her greenish eyes. She wondered if it was over. It wasn't of course. I took her in the cabin and showed her the tape that my closed circuit cameras had captured quite well. She asked me what I planned to do with them. I told her it depended on how she behaved over the next week. She told me she would do anything to keep these tapes off the internet.
Over the next seven days, the program for this cute brunette involves the entire crew of The Vivid Imagination. And I can tell you they ain't neither gentle nor caring. But this is payback, and no one can fault my reasons. The tapes, of course, will increase in number. Then all of them shall make there way to one porn site or the other. Mark will be revenged.