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 UNFAIR  (ORIGINAL CUT)


 When Larry came to, he was on his back on the coffee table, strapped
down securely. The light over the table made his eyes hurt;  but his
glasses were still on, and positioned correctly on the bridge of his
nose. He knew for a fact they had fallen off.
 He raised his head to look around.
 Leaning against the wall,arms folded, a gentle smile on her lovely
face, was Kim.
Kim, his co-worker from the office, who he had befriended, who he had
trained, who he had never spoken a suggestive or improper word to, whose
job he had rescued with a selfless argument on the boss's carpet during
the downsizing wave last month.
Kim, with the lovely, glowing Japanese features, the glossy jet-black
hair, the body any American porn star would have envied.
She fixed her gaze on him, inhaling, lifting out her monstrous bust. Her
perfect cone-shaped knockers strained the thin flannel over them to the
point of tearing, and he was getting excited, just like that.
 He decided to ask her what this insane shit was, and did so.
"Mmmgggmmfff..." His mouth was taped shut!!
 Then she did the oddest thing. She rasied her eyes from him, and looked
over him at the couch as if someone were still there. He reflexively
turned to look--and he would remember the shock of that sight forever.
 Chuck was sitting on his couch. Chuck. Coffee in the crotch. Hey,
peckerworm. The impact against the soap-smelling tile in front of a
half-dozen giggling office workers after the sudden shove. Former
college football champion Chuck.  With Helen beside him. Helen, her lips
in a soft pout that was both unsure and expectant, her eyes aglow
with...something.
 And she wasn't leaping to tear him free of his bonds. Shewas just
sitting there, thinking nothing odd about him strapped to the table,
while the ring he'd slipped on her finger at the moment of his greatest
triumph in life glittered from the hand resting...on  Chuck's leg. Maybe
she didn't notice. Maybe the were making her...
 "Larry, you know, I need to ask you something," said Kim, a foot from
his face, bending sweetly, speaking softly. She had moved from the wall
without a sound.
 "MMf?"
 Have you ever realized that to experience life to the fullest you need
to experience strange things?" and she lightly brushed her hand on his
bare leg.
 His bare leg. His pants were gone! And his underwear! What...
 "Things like...the complete degradation of another person? Like
physically and...sexually?"
 He tride to make sense of her words, but just shook his head.  She rose
from him and went on. "Maybe it's a self-esteem thing. Maybe it's
evolutionary. I don't know...but certain things are turn-ons. Forbidden,
terrible turn-ons at someone else's painful expense. Because, see that's
the kicker right there. It has to be someone undeserving. Someone nice,
and trusting of you.Someone who it's so unfair to do it to that it's
just unreal." She shrugged. "I don't know why. But it's the most
incredible turn-on I've ever known. Or your wife, for that matter. When
Chuck did that to you in the office last week, right in front of
everyone, brought you to the point of tears of frustration...we both had
to go change our panties." Her smile was direct and cruel, her soft,
pointed tongue playing o her lips.
 "Well. That's all the explanation we're going to offer you for this,
little Larry, because having you confused and frustrated and afraid is
really important.  We know your're the nicest guy. Faithful,
hardworking, loving, wouldn't hurt a flea. Oh well."
 He looked frantically at Helen. Her tongue showed as well, and she was
the tiniest bit flushed. Her breathing was ragged. Under her buttoned
shirt, her own stupendous endowments, heaved and shuddered ever so
slightly. And she was blatantly stroking Chuck's leg, offensively near a
certain giant bulge in his jeans. "I love you, honey," she breathed.
Just as Chuck reached up and lightly stroked her shining blond hair, and
she smiled nervously, but didn't lose the direct need in her gaze.
 The last thing she had said to him was ,`Honey, canyou pick me up some
more tampons too?' His eyes filled with tears of confusion, and his own
breath became irregular, certainly not from horniness.
 Kim was smiling lightly at her. Then she looked at him, studying him
for a second, almost sympathetically. But her self-interest and
horniness clearly won out a moment later, and she turned and walked to a
closet.
 As she moved, Helen and Chuck just sat quietly, watching her. First she
brought out a large leather duffel bag, setting it near the table. Then
she left again and returned with...a video camera on a tripod.
 As she calmly set it up, Helen rose to assist her, steadying the tripod
while she adjusted the camera lens. At that moment Larry became more
painfully ware of his penile shrunkenness, his flab, his thinness, his
total lack of even a tan, and every other shortcoming he had ever
posessed, than ever before. He began to squirm and "MMrmmff MMff" and
emphatically as he could. He did it to his heart's content, but in only
drew a nervous laugh-like noise from Helen, and smirks from theother
two.
 Then all was in readiness. As, they knew he would realize, it had been
for quite a time.
 Chuck emerged from the dining room, with a chair in his hands. He
placed it about two feet from the foot of the table, and Kim sat in it.
 Larry ws trembling plainly now. His wife had been bodysnatched by an
alien. Her two friends--his coworkers--were about to do....something to
him. The las tof whatever he'd been knocked out with was wearing off. He
wished it wasn't.
 Helen  appeared with a small tight pillow, shoving it under his head,
raising it so he could see the room. Then she flipped off the lights.
 The room was still well lit by the kitchen lights and a warmly glowing
lamp behind Larry. It just looked more sinful somehow. He `MMrrmf-ed'
again, weakly.  Chuck and Helen seated themselves on the couch as
before. Now with his arm around her, and her nervous hands in his
swelling lap.
 Kim was quiet in the chair for a long moment, looking at him. Then she
spoke again. "Do you have any idea how hot they are for each other?"
 WHAT!? He shot his shaking gaze to the couch again. They were just
staring at him with a kind of embarrassed contempt. Like kids, caught
because they wanted to be, by a parent they despised. He was stroking
her neck now, softly.
 "Just thought I'd mention that." Kim let this drop offhandedly, as she
pulled her chair a bit closer to him. And the first thing she did, of
all things, was to begin blowing gently on his thighs. He squirmed. Then
she placed her hands at his knees, softly, and began to stroke upward.
Her eyes met his. "This is a dignity thing. You see, you have no dignity
if you're horny, if your miserable little five inches is flopping around
hard, despite everything I'm going to do and they're going to..." she
looked evilly over at Helen. "...do."
 She stopped, and stood between his knees.  She looked over at Helen.
"Give me a hand here?" Helen stood and walked over behind Kim. Like
right behind her. And they smiled at Larry together. And then Helen's
hands came up...and lightly cupped Kim's knockers through the soft
flannel.
 Larry inhaled sharply in shock.
 Helen and Kim shared a light, exhilaratd moan. Helen flicked a hot
glance at Harry's flushed, desperate face, but it only seemed to charge
her. The light cupping became a soft kneading.  Kim was licking her
full, wet lips, peering distantly at him through her dark-brown bangs.
"Ooooh, God, this is incredible," said Helen in a voice that was all
breath. The squeezing of the firm boob meat was feeding her in a new
way.
 Kim gave a lopsided grin. "You'll have to tell him how it feels
sometime."
 "Yeahhh."
 "I mean...these are my pride and joy. No silicone. Like yours." Kim's
voice was languidly content, with a tight note of need rising in it.  "I
might...use them to him to tease him while we're...doing shit, but he'll
never have his hands on them."
 Helen was pressed full against her, lifting and squeezing the fabulous
tits. Kim had a bra on, of course...another layer of erotic tension to
be dealt with at the right time.
 "Stop."
 With an almost shocked expression, Helen dropped her hands to Kim's
waist. The knockers in question were swollen in delight, the nipples
bullets under the flannel. Kim turned to half-face her. "He's as hard as
adoorknob."
 And Larry was. So shocking was the sight of his wife getting a handful
like that...he hadn't even tried to fight the arousal of it. Kim perused
him, thoughtfully, then said, "Chuck."
 Larry's heart skipped a few more beats. Whattabout Chuck!? "Yeah,"
responded the football hero.
 "Two more chairs. "
 In another minute, Larry thought they were going to eat him for dinner.
Kim was standing behind Helen, who sat to his left. Chuck, to his
right.  They had left the room for a minute while the chairs were
procured and his little cock twitched. There was a new, quiet tension.
 Kim moved up against the back of Helen's chair, lightly resting her
hands on her shoulders. She spoke lightly. "Hel, what do think of this
whole humiliation thing?"...her hands began to explore, first Helen's
neck, then father forward, and lower.
 Helen was having obvious trouble responding. Kim began to dance her
fingertips over the top slopes of her breasts, through the collar of the
shirt. "Ummh...hh...I don't know, I'm still sorting it out...."
 "You think you're having trouble sorting it out? How about him?" and
Kim met Larry's damp eyes, her hands still moving lightly. "I mean, you
know, this thing about taking a perfectly innocent and unsuspecting
person and just...using them like this. I mean some of the things we're
gonna do to this man..."
 Larry's brain was going numb from all the shock. He couldn't move,
couldn't even speak. And the football player was stroking his own bulge.
Kim continued, sliding her hands down further, slowly, into Helen's
shirt. "Have you ever had a man's cum all over your face, Larry?"
 Larry's eyes just widened even further. Without breaking eye contact
with him, Kim quietly said, "Take your shirt off, honey."
 Helen met his eyes again, exhaled lustily, and began to undo the
buttons of her shirt. Slowly. The others just stood and watched. Even
now, Larry couldn't keep his eyes off the sight. Chuck, of course, wsn't
trying to. That knowledge mad him whimper again.
 Slowly, cruelly, button by button. At last the two sides of her shirt
rested lightly over her treasures. She looked in rapture at Kim and
chuck for a moment, then, slowly lifted her hands...and parted them. Her
breasts were somewhere between cantaloupe and honeydew in size, confined
in an overflowing lace bra.  They were as pale as the rest of her. The
light from the lamp gleamed warmly over them.  "...ohhh.."moaned Kim,
quite involuntarily.
 She slowly removed her shirt and dropped it beside the chair, rising to
stand up.  She and Kim looked at each other lustily. A tit-lover was in
heaven in this room.  Kim moved, raising her hand to Helen's left breast

--or, rather, to a half-inch from her breast, stopping there. Then she
moved away. "I'll get my turn soon enough," she said, her breath
unsteady."So, how ` bout it?"
 Helen looked down at Larry again and nodded. Kim stepped to Larry, and
swung her leg over him, seating herself astride his stomach, thrusting
out her own fabulous chest. A moment passed. Then, she slapped him
suddenly across the face, leaving a pink print around the tape. He
jerked in shock, but not very far. She slapped him from the other side,
grinding her leather-encased ass on his helplessly stiff pickle.  Helen
just watched, her tongue poking from between her tremulous, full lips.
 Then she stepped behind Kim, right up between Larry's knees, and her
hands teasingly returned to what had begun this act of the play.  This
time there was no resistance. "C'mon. gimme a little." Said Kim, and
Helen squeezed and lifted and kneaded, firmly abusing the flannel and
what it restrained, little bulges of flannel-restrained titmeat
squeezing out between her fingers,  as Kim ground torturously about on
him. Then, she said, "Okay."
 Helen stopped again.
 And dropped her hands to the bottom of the t-shirt Kim was wearing.
And lifted it, inch by inch, above the second overstuffed lace bra of
the evening.  Instead of delaying her, Kim simply yanked it off over her
head.
 Kim looked disgustedly at Larry. "You know, if it weren't for this
woman, you would never in your life get a chance to play witha pair like
these. "I mean, for heaven's sakes, the one woman who will let you won't
evenstop other guys from doing it." She turned to look at Chuck.
"right?"
 Chuck rose from his chair. Helen stepped over to him.
 "MMMMMrrrFFF!!"
 They  all held still and enjoyed the muffled noise for a moment, then
Chuck slowly, lightly rested his hands on her shoulders, beginning to
ease her bra straps down. Kim simply grabbed Larry's face and jerked it
back to her. She hitched herself forward on him slightly...and began to
ease off her own bra straps.  Larry, of course, found his gaze flicking
frantically at both of the shows being put on for him.
 "Remember, I said you wouldn't have your hands on them. Lord know's
Chuck's gonna have his hands on hers any minute now. So enjoy."  Helen's
bra straps were at her elbows, the cups hanging by pressure.  Chuck was
visibly restraining himself as rested a fingertip atop each cup,  and
drew them both down, freeing Helen's gleaming udders. At which point Kim
braced a hand beside Larry's head and leaned forward until he could
smell the perfumed-sweat dampness between her tanned tits.  And with her
other hand, drew off the cups of her bra.
 She heaved one tit with its coffee-cup nipple to within an inch of his
face. Its nipple was like a paint-tube cap. "I said try and enjoy," she
breathed to him. "Ready?"
 He was ready. He couldn't not be, as she bore down with her firm
flesh---
 To within a tenth of an inch of his face, before rearing up, and
slapping him again. "The geeks at my high school were always so
gullible," she said as she climbed off of him. "so easy to pricktease."
Larry stung from the slap, but his gaze was still drawn to her as she
stood before Helen. "C'mere, kid."
 They stood toe-to-toe, and lifted their massive mammaries until their
twin pairs of huge nipples, Kim's a soft mocha and Helen's a deep pink,
were within an inch of each other. And they mashed them together,
groaning and shuddering, the rasping of their soft flash audible in the
tense room. "Oooooohhh...."was their harmonious refrain. After a minute
they stopped.  And looked at Larry. And at each other. And then, of all
things, Helen took charge, grabbing the hand of her new girlfriend and
pulling her as she walked to the table.
 This time it was Helen who straddled him, smiling intently at him,
while Kim stepped behind his head. She dropped to her knees, and Helen
scooted forward until she ws nearly on his chest.  And from eight inches
away, he watched, his mind scrambled, as Kim at last raised her hands,
and settled them, with hot gentleness, on the peaks of Helen's tits.
 They both moaned and shuddered while he squirmed, and Chuck watched,
apparently contenting himself with what was to come. Kim slid her palms
about on Helen's nipples, cupping, squeezing, loving, their eyes fucking
each other. Larry was still rock hard, and this brought him to the point
of madness which was not eased when Kim brought down her head, and began
kissing the damp slopes of Helen's tits, before moving about with her
kisses, flirting with the nipples, swiping her tongue through her
cleavage as she thrashed in hot pleasure...
 And stopping again.
 By now Kim herself shuddering and biting her lip; she couldn't keep
playing this game much longer.  Helen exhaled raggedly, visibly getting
a grip on herself, before looking down, locking eyes with Larry in warm
sympathy...and slapping him across the face, just for the hell of it.
 She climbed off of him, and he closed his eyes and tried to collect
himself, in vain. Matters were not helped when he felt someone
straddling him again...and opened his eyes to see that it was Chuck.
"MMrrMMMfmffMMfm..." Helen and Kim stood on either side of him, giggling
and jiggling with equal alacrity.  Now this time it was Helen...who
stood behind his head, and Kim who pulled the chair on his left side
until she was beside them.
 Kim reclined in the chair, with a perfect view. "go for it dear. He's
been real patient."
 "Yeah," said Chuck.  "I've been waiting two months."  The shock of that
one coursed about through Larry before being replaced by the sight of
his wife reaching up and copping the mother of all feels of him through
his jeans.
 "I've been waiting my whole life," she said breathlessly. She moved
away. Chuck scooted forward until his knees were in Larry's armpits, and
knelt up. Helen returned with her chair, seating herself regally,
Larry's head just betwen her knees.  Then her hands flowed back onto
Chuck.  One by one the buttons of his jeans came undone,  while her
hands took respites to explore his washboard stomach and waist. At last
she pulled them down a bit, and Chuck widened his kneel a hair , his
crotch now four inches above Larry's chin. Her hands swam into his
briefs, and freed the weapon that had been patiently waiting until now.
It was, of course, easily twice the size of the one it was replacing, a
good ten inches of straight jut from his loins.
 At first she stroked it, played with it, fingertipped it. Larry, of
course, had never experienced this himself.  She'd ben schooled by Kim,
and well.
 Up and down the jerking cock her pretty fingers played, for several
minutes.  Then she finally leaned forward, and, with Larry's frustrated
whimpers providing the icing on the cake for all concerned, she settled
her lips onthe fat purple head, playing them about a bit, before taking
it in her lips and pulling it out with a pop, two or three times. The
Jock gurgled and shuddered.  Larry's nostrils were full of his smell as
her lips began to slide on its length. She spread her mouth out on the
side of the meaty column, worshipping its hardness and size,
smack-sucking it, flailing her tongue lightly on the skin, and sliding
it sideways through her happy mouth.  She did it all with cruel languor,
taking her sweet-ass time, making pitying eye contact with her pathetic
husband several times.  Chuck was lost to the world.  He was incoherent,
what with this after all that incredible build-up. His shuddering was
nearly constant, as was the sad whimpering from below.
 She intensified her movements,  sucking and stroking more firmly.
Chuck's hands dropped shakingly down, and he filled them with her tits,
and she never stopped her efforts, but after enjoying afew seconds of
his kneading and squeezing, she pushed them away, so Larry could bear
witness unimpeded.  Kim's hands took their place, one dropping down, to
stroke her thighs, and lower, while the other mauled her left tit,
drawing pleased squeals to go with the wet sucking sounds.
 Helen was having trouble staying in the chair. She needed to come,
badly, but knew she would have to watch Chuck blow his wad first, then
wait for him to recover. Kim hadn't had any release either, which helped
somehow.  All three of them wer breathing like farm animals, Helen
mainly through her nose, for obvious reasons.
 Chuck was reaching the point of no return. Helen was thinking of ways
to sluttify herself on his rod.  She couldn't deep throat--as if that had
ever ben a problem before--and she ws soing her best.  The passion with
which she slopped and sucked openmouthed from the jucture of his balls
all the way to his slit was award-worthy.
 "...AAAAaaauuuhh..." came from the gridiron god. It was time. She drew
back from him a hair, and he scooted so he could properly aim straight
at the tape on Larry's mouth. She placed her palms on the sides of his
shaft, rubbing them against each other, and he gave a grunt, and blew.
She did her best to help him aim,  as he coated Larry from collarbone to
hairline with grade-A semiliquid protein.  Helen watched it splatter,
soundtacked by bleating whimpers for deliverance from where it landed,
and spoke loudly enough to be heard. "It's illuminating to learn what
you've needed so badly your whole life, Larry.  I know it's not fair,
but I need this...not just now, but in the future. And it's all going to
happen to you, pretty much. Feel free to stick around if you want to
know more."
 Chuck composed himself, and climbed unsteadily off of the marital
victim.  Before he left the table, he assisted Helen and Kim with one
small detail. They lifted Larry's legs and strapped them into position,
wide and high, with a spreader bar and ropes running down beneath the
table in a clever arrangement.  His ass was lifted slightly off the
table.  And shortly there after the chair to his left was turned
parallel to him, with Chet seated in it.  Helen stepped over and sat in
his lap facing him;  she pushed his eager hands away, and took his head
softly in hers;  she leaned in, her loins flattening his nine-iron
against his stomach, her boobs fleshily spreading out on his chest...and
lightly flicked her tongue across his lips, then kissed him deeply.
 Well, kissed him at first, then commenced mouth-fucking him, her lips
all the way open against his, her tongue reaching for his tonsils, his
for hers. Larry stared at them, silenced---until he felt a hand lightly
stroking his ass, and turned his head--
--and beheld Kim, standing at his ass, nude save for a black thong
bikini bottom, with a thick, black, studded,  eight-inch strap-on dildo
held lightly in her fingers, her black eyes appraising him like a fresh
kill...

THE END


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