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REVENGE
By Karen Black
Chapter One
Warning:
This story is intended for mature adults over the age of 18. If you do
not meet these criteria, then go elsewhere. This story deals with adult
subject matter. If such offends you then you should stop here. If you
begin to read and start to feel offended then stop reading at that
point.
Author's note: This is a multi-chapter story about a couple's revenge
on another couple. It involves control, deception, sexual games,
humiliation, domination, incest, nc and cons sex. If I get feed back
that you like the direction of the story, I'll submit more. Let me
know, either by posting, or email: karrenblack@my-deja.com
Chapter One
Gina Parker stopped in the hallway and looked at herself approvingly in
the full-length mirror. Not bad for 36, she thought. She didn't often
take time for such self-indulgence, but tonight was special. Everything
had to be just right.
Her glorious mane of black hair curled softly around her heart shaped
face and fell sensuously on her shoulders.
The teddy negligee she had selected for the evening was a pale white,
and so sheer, she could see the dark aureoles of her breasts. She knew
her breasts were one of her best features. Her large nipples made
little tents in the fabric. She flicked them with her finger to make
sure they stood erect.
The top of the teddy didn't quite cover her hips. She didn't care. A
slow, almost evil, smile grew spread across her creamy white face. Her
panties were a sheer thong that barely covered her thick black pubic
thatch. Small tufts of pussy hair edged out past the hems on each side
of the panties' plunging triangle. Normally, she would have shaved, but
tonight she wanted one guy in particular to see imagine how lush her
pussy was.
"Wait till Derk sees this," she muttered to herself. "He'll cream in
his pants."
The front doorbell rang. Before, she turned from the mirror, she pulled
the teddy apart in front to expose the swelling mounds of her breasts.
She tugged on the fabric once more until the dusky aureoles of her
breasts peeked out like rising moons.
When she opened the door, she wasn't surprised to see the Gavins. They
were the last couple to arrive for the night's festivities. As usual
they were dressed impeccably---Derk in California casual slacks and
pullover, and Carol in a close-fitting designer black designer dress.
Derk was a handsome forty-year-old six footer with light brown hair,
while Carol was a stunning blonde in her early thirties. Every woman at
the company envied her looks. She was perfectly proportioned with
generous and naturally coned tits that thrust out like a woman of
twenty.
And Derk, well, he was a self-righteous jerk. The Company's VP of
Finance and a genuine womanizing prick. But Gina had heard rumors about
the package that he carried that more than piqued her sexual curiosity.
She loved big dicks.
Before Carol and Derk were married, they had reputations that would put
street whores and pimps to shame. But now that he was an officer in the
company and she was his trophy wife, they were obnoxiously
self-righteous and hypocritically prudish. It would be fun to take them
down a notch.
Gina had told Carol to arrive at seven. And here they were, right on
time. Gina's plan was working perfectly, so far. She knew Carol would
have rather been in hell, but she had talked her husband into coming.
She wondered what Carol had told Derk to get him to come.
Gina leaned forward to let Derk give her a kiss on her cheek. She
smiled devilishly as she saw him boldly staring at her breasts.
"You can close your mouth now," said Carol more than a little coldly.
"I, uh," stammered Derk, "knew this was kind of a swinger type thing,
but I didn't know you started out so..."
"Casual?" offered Gina. She smiled wickedly, knowing how supremely
uncomfortable Derk and Carol were.
"Gee, I don't know, Gina," said Derk, "Carol said we were just going to
have a couple of drinks. You know, get to know a few of the
people...and then let you guys do uh...your thing." He turned to Carol.
"Right dear?"
Gina knew Derk was incredibly protective about his wife. As much as he
was a womanizer before he got married, he was now an insanely jealous
husband who couldn't stand men even remotely flirting with his wife.
Carol didn't miss her chance to squelch things. "Well, hon," she said
with syrupy empathy, "if you are uncomfortable, I guess we could try it
some other time."
Gina pulled Carol close, as if to give her a welcoming kiss on her
cheek. "Listen, you little slut," she hissed softly, "if you wreck this
now, there will be a packet of photos on his desk by 8:00 tomorrow
morning, I swear."
Gina stood back and smiled sweetly. "Well, Derk," she said lightly, "we
always start the evening off dressed casually. It's a house rule. But
I tell you what. We promise not to put any moves on you that will
corrupt you. Come on. It's kind of important to us. And, after all,
Carol said she was at least willing to say hello to the gang."
Derk looked at Carol quizzically. "Yeah, I know. Kind of surprised
about that, to tell you the truth."
Gina looked at Carol and motioned with her head for them to come in.
"Let's go honey," Carol said at last. "A couple of drinks won't hurt
anything."
"Darned right," laughed Gina. She moved to insert herself between Carol
and Derk, and deftly put her hands behind their backs to guide them
inside.
As they walked down the hallway, Gina let her hand slide down Derk's
back until she cupped one of his ass cheeks. "We're going to have a
good time tonight," said Gina, looking at Carol. Then she looked at
Derk and almost burst out laughing at the look of astonishment on his
face. He coughed nervously, but he didn't move to take her hand away.
Gina felt her pussy getting slightly damp as she let her hand slide
further down Derk's firm ass cheek. His pants were loose fitting and she
sent her hand on a mission to find his balls. She had heard lots of
stories about how big Derk's equipment was, and she was determined to
have a quick survey before they reached the reception room.
Gina moved her hand between his ass cheeks and felt for his balls. He
must be wearing boxers, she thought, because she felt them immediately.
Now, it was her turn to be shocked. As she grasped one of his balls,
she realized it was as big and firm as a large plum.
"My god..." Gina said, before she could catch herself.
"What?" said Carol, looking at her suspiciously.
Gina recovered her wits quickly. "That's an incredible dress. Where'd
you get it?"
Carol was so self-absorbed that she didn't catch the insincerity in
Gina's voice.
"Oh...yeah," she said, nonchalantly, "Victors. Nice, isn't it?"
Gina gave Derk's ball sack a squeeze and replied, "Yeah...nice."
Derk's look of astonishment had turned to one of containing his lust.
Gina knew it wouldn't take much more to push him over the edge to where
he wouldn't care all that much about what happened to his wife. She
took her hand off of Carol's back to let her go ahead. But she squeezed
Derk's balls harder, so that he had no choice but to stop.
Through the fabric of her teddy, she pulled on one of her nipples until
it was almost at its fully erect height. "You know," she whispered
lasciviously, "if you sucked on this, I'd suck and lick your big balls
really, really slow."
Gina looked down at the front of Derk's pants. He had the beginning of
one hell of a hard on. "Fuck," she gasped softly, "You really are big."
Derk couldn't help but smile. He wanted this woman. But he hadn't
quite figured what was going on yet. Gina was the wife of his boss, and
he had to go slow. Besides, he wasn't about to let some other guy start
ogling and fondling his wife. There had to be some way to fuck this
little slut some other place.
Carol realized she was alone in the long hallway, and turned around.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Gina said smoothly, "Sorry, my sandal came off." She lifted her right
leg and gave it a mock tug. "Better."
When the threesome entered the reception area, Gina could see that the
Gavins were suitably impressed. Ben, her husband, was behind the bar
making drinks.
"Hi, folks," Ben said amiably. "Just making your first round."
"Where is everybody?" said Derk.
Ben nodded towards a large oak door that was closed. "In there. That's
the entertainment area. We'll go in there in a moment. He slid the
drinks across the bar counter and waved for them to sit down on a pair
of leather barstools.
When Carol sat down, her eyes grew wider as she realized that Ben's
opened front island shirt was all he had on, except for his speedo style
underwear.
Gina watched Carol closely, and with considerable amusement. Derk
wasn't the only man present with a healthy package between his legs, she
thought. Ben 's cock had to be stroked to a full erection to truly
appreciate how monstrously thick it was, but the huge bulge in his
underpants made it clear to Carol he was well hung. And Carol was
having trouble taking her eyes off of his manhood.
Derk didn't miss her preoccupation for an instant. "You know," he said
uncomfortably, "We seemed to be way overdressed. Maybe we should try
this some other night, and get here a little earlier when you guys are
dressed." He tugged at his wife's arm until he broke her stare at Ben's
cock.
"Uh, sure hon...." She said, swallowing noticeably. "Whatever you
say."
Gina sprang into action. She wasn't about to let this little bitch ruin
her plans. She leaned towards Carol, o the pretext of getting a
coaster. "Could you hand me that coaster, dear?"
When Carol handed her the coaster, Gina leaned in and whispered, "Don't
you dare fuck this up, honey. The pictures, remember?" Carol's mouth
formed a taut line of resentment, but she nodded her head in
resignation.
Ben spoke up, playing his role of good cop in the evening's proceedings.
"Say, maybe this isn't what you were expecting, but our group has a
house rule that everyone dresses the same to make each other
comfortable. And right now...well, we are all down to our underwear."
He nodded toward the door. "I can't take you in there to meet the
others until you strip down to your skivvies."
Ben looked at Derk and then Carol, looking for a little give in their
position. Derk shrugged as if to say, "sorry...."
Gina motioned for her husband to come around the bar. "Could you take a
look at this damned stool Carol is on, sweetheart? It's wobbling
again."
She turned to Derk. "Say, the drink I had going needs refreshing. It's
a martini, and I hear you make the best. Want to help me?" She didn't
let him answer, but pulled him behind the bar while her husband turned
one of the stools sideways on the floor and asked for Carol's help to
look for a bolt that might have fallen out.
As soon as Derek was beside her, Gina looked over to make sure Carol was
turned away, helping her husband.
She bent down to open a refrigerator door. "I think I have cold glasses
down here." She knew her ass was up in the air and her teddy was
sliding down her back. The white globes of her ass were exposed for
Derk's view. Her thong panties had only a narrow strip of material that
plunged into and disappeared between her ass cheeks.
Gina heard a slight gasp from Derk as he savored the lewd presentation
of her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled innocently. "You
like?"
Derk looked nervously over to his wife. But she was occupied with Ben.
"Shit, yeah," he said hoarsely, "I like it a lot."
Gina reached back and pulled on one of her butt cheeks until Derk could
see her thong strap rise into view from deep within her ass crack. The
thong strap didn't quite cover all of Gina's delicately wrinkled
asshole. Gina deliberately squeezed her ass, so that her little anal
browneye winked at him.
"I've always wanted a really hung guy to do a little exploring back
there," Gina said. "Are you really hung?"
Derk checked for his wife again. He could barely whisper, "Fuck. You
better believe it."
Gina turned around and kneeled in front of him, with her mouth
tantalizingly close to his pants zipper. She looked up at him and
licked her lips slowly. "Prove it."
"Shit. Are you nuts?" He looked around nervously. "Later. I'll fuck
the living daylights out of you later."
Gina pulled back. "Now. It's tonight or not at all." She undid his
belt and the button fastening his pants. As she slowly tugged on his
zipper, his pants slid down his legs. Even Derk's loose boxer shorts
couldn't hide the enormity of his cock.
"Holy fuck," whispered Gina as she reached in the opening of his shorts
and pulled out the thickening cock rope. She stared in amazement as she
felt his dick growing like a large python in her hands. Even when she
grasped his cock like a baseball bat, one hand above the other, the tip
of his cock protruded at least four inches beyond her top hand.
"How does she take it?" asked Gina in genuine awe.
Derk laughed for the first time in the evening. "She doesn't. Not many
women can."
"What is it, ten, eleven...."
"Twelve," he said matter of factly.
"Damn, this is a cock," she said huskily. "I bet I could take all of
it." Gina felt his cock twitch slightly at her words. She kissed the
tip of his cock and then looked up at him. "I bet I could even take it
all they way up my little asshole. Would you like that?" Now she felt
his cock growing again. Throbbing in her hands.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck." He hissed, looking around nervously.
"Don't worry about your wife," said Gina. "I think she is getting an
eyeful with Ben's stuff.
Gina went for the kill. "I bet your wife hasn't let you fuck her in the
ass, has she?" She knew instantly by his hesitation that she was right.
"Thought so," she said smugly, continuing to stroke his cock. "A big
cock like this deserves to go up a woman's tight little asshole, don't
you think?"
"God, yeah," Derk gasped. "Let's plan a night. I'll call you."
Gina froze her hands. "It's either tonight, big guy, or not at all."
She looked down at his cock once more. "Hmm.." she cooed, "this fellow
would be so ...big ...in my tiny little hot asshole."
Derk groaned in lustful misery. He wasn't going to screw up his
position and reputation in the company ---much less let other guys at
his trophy wife. If he couldn't have Gina on the side, all to himself,
then he wouldn't do it.
Gina sucked on the tip of his cock. Derk gasped again. She took her
lips off his cock head and said, "just come on into the entertainment
room and meet the people. All you have to do is stay awhile and then
you can go. What do you say?"
A woman's hands had never treated Derk's cock quite so lovingly. He
finally nodded 'OK'.
"Hey," Gina called out brightly, "I think we have Derk down to his
skivvies. Take a look." She quickly tucked his cock back into his
boxers.
Carol got up from looking for the bolt and peered over the bar. She was
stunned to see Derk with his pants around his knees, a sheepish grin on
his face.
Gina was unbuttoning Derk's shirt. She turned to Carol and smiled a
mock sweet smile. "OK. Your turn to undress."
A dark look of anger swept across Carol's face. She knew she had a role
she was forced to play, but her pride was throwing up a last round of
resistance.
"Like hell," she said, casting a frosty look at Derk. "We agreed we
were just going to check things out tonight and then leave."
"Uh, well that's right," stammered Derk. His wife's laser stare had
wilted his erection, and now he was just looking for an escape route,
since it was obvious they weren't staying as long as Carol wasn't going
to strip down. He pulled up his pants and stalled for time, trying to
think of a way to blame everything on either Carol or Gina---or both.
"I, uh, say I've got to hit the head. Where is it?"
Gina nodded toward the hallway. "Second on the right." She returned
her focus on Carol.
"You know, Carol, it was your idea, after all to come to an event that
is important to the company's president. You wouldn't want to be too
much of an outsider at a.... ahem....Presidential event." Gina laughed
at her joke about Ben's position in the company. Ben was not only the
President, he had recently become the owner.
"Besides," Gina said in her most sincere voice, but squarely aimed at
Carol, "it's not as if we are keeping a photographic record of tonight."
Carol's eyes blazed in anger at the reminder that Gina had the ultimate
hand over her. "Like hell it was my idea. I didn't have a choice. I
would never dream of spending an evening with you swinging sickos."
Gina stepped around the bar and cozied up in front of Carol. "You are
going to strip down to your underwear and do just what we talked about
earlier," Gina said evenly.
"I don't think so," Carol said icily. She lowered her voice
into a whisper. "You may think you have the goods on me, but we have
the money to pay you off or hire the lawyers to buy you off. I'm not
doing this. I'm not." She started to turn away from Gina, but Ben had
stepped up behind her and blocked her path.
Gina leaned forward and whispered an unmistakable knife edged threat.
"Listen you little tramp. Maybe you've forgotten just how much we have
on you." Gina slid her hands up to the tip of Carol's thrusting
breasts. She quickly found the nubs of her nipples and squeezed as hard
as she could while she delivered her final point.
"You don't have any choice but to go along with things, you understand?"
She squeezed the woman's nipples even harder. Carol gasped as fiery
pain shot up from the nipples being flattened between Gina's fingers and
thumbs.
As Gina let up on Carol's nipples momentarily, Ben slid his hands around
and undid the first three buttons of the blonde's dress. Then he pulled
the dress down over her shoulders, simultaneously trapping her arms and
exposing the haltered mounds of her breasts. He cupped each breast and
raised it so Gina could renew her torment of the woman's nipples through
the silky fabric of her bra.
Carol let out another agonized gasp, but as she felt Ben's hands cupping
her orbs, her gasp tailed off into a soft "ohhh."
Gina laughed cruelly, not letting up on twisting the blonde's engorged
nipples. "I think the little slut likes this." She looked at her
husband and smiled. "Didn't I tell you she was a slut at heart?
Ben nodded in agreement. Gina could see that he was thoroughly enjoying
fondling the blonde's stunning tits. And more than that, he was
thinking about something. Probably about the first time Gina walked
into his office with the goods on the little blonde slut.
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