Message-ID: <17648eli$9811301959@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: none whiff Subject: Violent Vixen by Whiff(MF,MFF,MFf) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981120062833.11946.rocketmail@send101.yahoomail.com> copyright 1998. repost only with permission. avoid if squeamish. comment to: whiff666@yahoo.com Violent Vixen(MF,FF,Ff,MFf) by Whiff She loved walking down dark streets. Her mind drifted to how she came to this strange place in her life. When her husband died, leaving her with a teenage daughter and a small income, she had been lost in grief and dismay for several months. Find a conventional job, remarry one of the guys who kept chasing her, become a prostitute, all kinds of strange, unfocused ideas occurred to her. But as some degree of sanity slowly returned, she ended up focusing on a return to the karate training she had pursued when she was young, before her marriage and child. The hard work getting her body back in shape, feeling her mind clear as both the improved conditioning and clearer thinking helped her settle down, led her to do the sensible things that resulted in this night. It was really her only perversion. She had avoided any romantic entanglements, concentrating instead on advancing her martial arts skills, and enjoying her proficiency at them. She knew she was sublimating sexual need in the physical effort, but in the circumstances, was comfortable with her choices. After a year, she had moved in with her younger sister, who had her large house with plenty of room for she and Debbie. Selling her own duplex had given her a measure of financial independence, and Constance didn't seem to mind the intrusion. She and her husband of six years, Steven Brown, had no children, and there was a tension between them even before the extra strain of two permanent houseguests. Constance wouldn't talk about it, but it probably had to do with sex. So many things did. Victoria Pleasance had been a knockout since she was eleven years old. Her slim body had always been shapely, and when she discovered a talent for fighting at fourteen, the training had made her body even more attractive, even though she covered it and bound her large tits. The loose pajama's hid her voluptuous charms, and her conservative upbringing kept her from ever enjoying sex. Until she got married. Men had always pursued her, but the shy, equally conservative John Pleasance had lured her with his diffident affection. They had met in church, and courted in a very old fashioned way. He had never even touched her breasts until they were engaged. On their honeymoon night, he had been amazingly tender, breaking her cherry gently with his fingers, then asking for nothing more than her hand on his cock as he masturbated, staring at her nude body. But they ended up with an amazingly good sexlife. The second night he had gotten her to orgasm twice, once with his mouth in her cunt, and then with his stiff member deep inside her, her clitoris seeming to have a life of its own separate from her inhibited mind. It turned out he had had a very wild youth, and reformed after some trouble in College. Even the months of her pregancy had included fantastic pleasure as she experienced the wonders of sexual bliss. When he died, falling from a skyscraper his firm was building, she had felt vaguely that it was a punishment for their secret passionate enjoyment. So she pulled her long auburn hair back in a tight bun, left her pretty, round eyes and wide mouth plain, and returned to a staid style of dressing. The three classes daily she taught to brown belts afternoons and evenings gave her some added income, and the only temptation she felt was the single class that had some men in it. The body contact always reminded her of John, but she was formidable in her ability to throw even large men around, and the occasional contact with their bodies was tolerable. The first time had been a surprise. On a warm summer evening, one of the guys in her class had waylaid her on the street as she walked home. A big strong bear of a man, he had assumed he could overpower her without the formalized rules the classes involved. But he didn't know nearly enough. She tossed him around easily, finally smashing his head against a wall of the dark alley. As she stood over his broken frame that night, breathing hard, she had an orgasm. As she massaged her body, feeling the waves of pleasure roil her groin, she gave him one last kick. It was even better than with John. Mastery, domination, thrilling enjoyment of her skill, and a little sadistic excitement in his pain threw her into a euphoric trance. Her pussy creamed hard, and she smelled the familiar sexual perfume overpowering the sweat. Her tall body reverberated with the experience. Since then, she had made subtle changes in her appearance for the mixed class, wearing a push up bra instead of the tight binding, letting her blouse gape open a little, and she would apply a little mascara and lipstick when she went too long without an attack. Sometimes it would be someone from other classes. But it was amazingly easy to induce their aggression, as though they wanted to assert their masculinity in spite of knowing she was the most accomplished woman in the dojo. And she found herself stretching out the adventures, letting them see her flopping tits, rubbing her foaming box on bruised skin as she hurt them, letting her hair loose and wild. The thrill of inflicting damage on their unskilled bodies, of easily overcoming their stronger frames, and the final groans of pain always gave her those thrilling cums. When she eventually relaxed beside her daughter in their large king sized bed, still tingling from the experience, she wondered where it was leading. But it became a compulsion, too good to abandon. So tonight as she walked home in her usual leisurely way, the familiar tension in her stomach returned, even though she had no reason to expect an attack. She never really did, and that was half the fun. The surprise. The sudden adreneline rush. The blooming explosion from her pussy. She smiled, and swung her hips in the heavy pants she wore on this cool fall evening. C'mon fellas. Vicky always walked the same route home. There were several good spots a potential attacker might choose, and she was coming up on one now. Her heart jumped slightly. A white panel van was parked near a wide alley, and she had had a couple of guys try her there. Maybe tonight. She resisted the feeling of excitement building quickly in her groin. You could never be sure. Then a man appeared from the mouth of the alley. He wasn't that big, maybe a little taller than she was, but looked very trim. He was in black, tight fitting pants and a jersey, and wore a Ninja style mask over his face. She let the surge of pleasure wash over her. Yes, oh yes, tonight. Her pussy already felt wet. He stood there as she approached. This was new, the mask and the waiting, showing himself. A challenge. As though he knew what she wanted, what got her off. Confident he didn't have to drag her in there, that she would accept the challenge. A familiar feeling of being surrounded by a bubble of privacy came over her, as though they were alone in the world. She felt a savage smile on her face. Shrugging off the cardigan sweater, she hurried toward him. He backed into the darkness as she approached. Momentarily, her excitement wavered. He wan't trying to overpower her, to rape her. He seemed to be looking for a fight, not a fuck. This was new. Maybe one of the men had broken their silence and told someone about their beating at her hands. Then her resolve strengthened. If he wanted a fight, she was ready. What other motive could he have? As she entered the mouth of the long dark tunnel, he was standing midway back, in a prepared position. She glanced behind her. Was it a trap? Were there more men? She heard his voice. "There is only me." It was a baritone, calm statement. Confident. Slightly arrogant. She particularly liked the arrogant ones. But better be careful. She loosened her hair from its bun, shaking it out. Then she got into her slight crouch, one leg forward, and started shuffling toward him. His arms came up in a boxer's position, but the bent legs showed some training. She feinted with a leg, seeing his position turn away, and launched a deadly kick with the other leg, that always got the ribs, starting the process of robbing him of oxygen. Then he would be an easy target. But the man saw that coming, leaped, and planted a flat foot right in her solar plexus. She felt the breath leave her body with a whoosh, even as she twisted away. She danced backwards, gasping to regain her wind. He didn't follow to take advantage of his momentary success, but waited in the same position, as she fought the panic, the haze in her eyes, and the light head. It took a minute for her to get back to breathing again. Okay, so he knew what he was doing. She knew she could get away, with her back still to the street, but now she was mad. And her groin's flaring need was even more than normal. A worthy foe. Bringing this one down would be really fun. She came back to the attack. As she did a spin, losing sight of him for a moment, planning to fake a short kick to the head, then close and get him in his stomach with the heel of her hand, she felt him sweep her legs out from under her, and as she went down, his fist slammed down on that same spot, just below her ribs, and she saw stars. He had hit her hard. Her head was spinning, she was gasping, and she felt herself dragged quickly to the van, thrown inside, and the doors close. It was dark. As she tried to suck in air, her hands were suddenly stretched and handcuffed, and her legs tied with something. She felt it digging into her ankles. The man moved silently up front and started the motor. As she felt the gears mesh and the vehicle lurch forward, she heard his voice again. "You may scream, but no one can hear." She gasped to get some air, and as her head cleared, looked around. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that foam covered everything, which would practically soundproof the van. His voice had come through a small opening in the front which was now closed. She struggled with her arms and legs, but was effectively immobilized. She was lying with her head forward in one corner, and her legs were fastened to the rear. Relax, she commanded herself. Get control back. Concentrate. They drove for ten minutes, and she found the bonds on her legs were loosening, and was near getting out of them when the van stopped. She realized they must be in the dark, remote park that bordered the river. Many rapes occurred there, and there had been talk of closing it, but it was very popular during the day. The back doors opened and she heard a chuckle when he discovered she had almost freed herself. She watched him closely as he freed her legs, then her hands. As she jerked a knee up toward his head, he ducked expertly and lept from the van. She scrambled out after him. They were in a little glade, deep in the park. No one would be near. But she could run, get away. He wasn't trying to stop her, just standing there in his prepared position again. She rubbed her wrists, waiting a few moments to be sure there was circulation. Their eyes were locked together. Her pussy was radiating thrills outwards, as they began circling slowly in the moonlit glade. It was like a sexual dance to her, part of a ritual, a mating ritual. She had to get off, one way or another. It was crazy, but oh god, how exciting. He feinted with a leg, and she realized he was testing her reflexes and responses. Then in a flash he caught her with a well aimed foot to her ribs. More oxygen deprivation, and she could feel it having an effect on her ability to think. She caught him a glancing blow to the hip as a counterpunch, but knew it wouldn't do any damage. Even before she could regain her balance, he closed and flipped her over his prone body to land hard on her back. Her breath whooshed out, and the red haze was back. He was straddling her, and efficiently stripped her tee shirt off, and ripped the bra away. His eyes were wide behind the mask, staring as her big tits pushed out, the nipples already hard with tension. She felt hands on them, callused but firm, and for just a moment she arched to their touch. Then she aimed a chop at his neck, but he did an amazing backflip out of the way, landing on his feet. As she stared, he stripped off the black sweatshirt. His chest was firm and hairless, muscles taut with strain, very handsome looking. His skin gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. Her mind was slowly clearing as she struggled to her feet. Crazy feelings were alternating through her. Hurt me, fuck me, strip me. She dimly realized she couldn't beat him now, she had lost too much energy, and he was almost fresh. She should run. But instead, she tried to dance around, getting back some breath, making herself move and flex. Her upper body was bare, and she found herself preening her breasts at him, even as she plotted another move. She did a spin, far enough away so he couldn't take advantage of it, then a barrel roll with both feet aimed at his chest. One of her feet caught a shoulder, but then a chop hit her main neck artery, and she collapsed, defenseless now. Her mind was almost dark, still with some stars blinking. She felt him rip off her shoes, her pants, and then the panties. She was completely nude, stretched out on the ground. Far away, she felt her pussy creaming. Her body was starting to protest its pain. Get out of here, run, protect yourself from any more damage. She tried getting her feet under her, and managed to get on her knees. She looked up and saw him standing there naked in front of her. His cock was standing straight out from his groin. Well built legs and narrow hips. Her ideal man, a perfect fighter. She stared at him, letting a little more life crawl back into her, preparing one more effort. But at the same time, tingling with desire. One of her legs shot out, aimed at a kneecap. He slipped it and grabbed her foot, twisting it over so she was spread wide. He fell on top of her, one hand on her throat, and she felt fingers and a thumb squeezing the big arteries, making her again hurtle into semi-consciousness. He eased the pressure before she went out, and she felt his firm body pressed to hers, and his hips against her abdomen. With her last bit of strength, she ripped off the mask. He had a handsome face with a slight oriental cast, and coal black hair, rumpled from being wrapped up. The big eyes were bright, and a little smile made him seem like a lover, not an antagonist. His other hand reached between them, and suddenly she felt something in her wet cunt. He was watching her closely. She beat at his head with her fists, but he squeezed her neck gently, and the strength left her again. A sigh escaped her. Her hands beat weakly on his strong shoulders. It was his cock, sinking slowly into her, and as it did, she groaned with a savage, wild mixture of pain, defeat, surrender, and passion. The tube kept sliding into her, and she felt her hips hump up to his thrust without any conscious effort on her part. As he made firm contact with her clit, jolts of sensation shot into her belly. Her hands formed claws on his back, and she pulled him to her. His mouth closed on her lips, wide open, tongue penetrating her, and she abandoned herself to his rape. He pulled his prick out, then stuffed it back inside her creaming cunthole with a violence that drew a small squeal of pleasure. Her whole body was keening with vibrating sensation, their sweat and her juice's musky smell creating a sensual perfume. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he broke the kiss, crooning to her. "Magnificent, magnificent woman. Victoria, Victoria." She whispered with tremors of weakness in her voice "You bastard, fuck me, you son of a bitch. Goddamnit, oh goddamn it. Rape me, ream me, oooooh." She was lost in a euphoric sense of being conquered, taken, beaten, used. He began slowly fucking in and out, his turgid meat touching every inch of her welcoming vaginal tunnel, thrills filling her mind. Her legs helped him sink into her, and she writhed up to the rampaging lust of his marauding member. It had been three years since she had felt the wonderful filling of her pussy by a cock. Even though she had had orgasms, she realized as he pistoned into her how much she had missed, how she had suppressed her need. The slow building up of tension, the keening flush of pleasure, the heat radiating from her clitty. Her arms and legs gripped him, her body straining uncontrollably to press harder and harder to his firm, rapacious flesh. His body felt so good on top of her, writhing with his fucking prick, drawing her outside her being into a soaring void of fulfillment. She could feel it coming, the wonderful release, approaching slowly. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head away, staring with open mouthed lust into his face. He seemed surprised at their passionate coupling, even though she could see the pleasure in his eyes. He's as amazed as I am, she thought, as she pulled his face back to lock her lips frantically to his, her tongue seeking his with wild abandon. "God, god, god" she gasped. There was still pain as he thrust more frantically, his large tube touching every fiber of her cunt, seeming to capture her whole being. She realized she would have a few bruises, but the whole sense of a fight lost mixed with rising sensation in a strange, fantastic combination of mental surrender and driving need. His mouth on hers was groaning, and she knew he must be feeling something like she had felt with her defeated victims, and the whole sense of him possessing her was increased by knowing how he felt. "I'm gonna cum for you, damn you. Oh fill me, fuck me, rape me, take me aaaaaaaaaaah." She felt the cliff coming, the hanging on the edge, the slower, violently explosive completion so near, so welcome, so desired. He was spasming violently, as out of control as she was, and his face raised to stare with wide eyed glee at her own open mouthed want. "You bastard, you fucker, you son of a bitch, oh yeahhhhhhhhh." His cock was driving faster and faster. Her climax was blooming slowly, extraordinarily powerfully, better than the orgasms when she won. Heat was radiating out of her surging tunnel, from the tingling love button spasming from the base of his cock, from the depths of her pussy nipping at his surging tool. "Aaaaaaagh, yeahhhhh." The peak carried higher than any she could remember, violence and fury driving it incredibly. Her hips were humping with frantic attempts to make it wilder and wilder. She soared on and on. She felt both their bodies were one animal, an instrument to produce this crushing pleasure, this exploding orgasm. In the midst of her release, she felt his jism spurting inside her, and heard his grunting as each shot filled her ovaries, the heat adding to her experience. Her arms and legs flexed as hard as she could, pulling him into her, wrapping herself around his cock. It kept moving, keeping her excited. It was such an intense completion it ended almost with a whoosh, like her blackouts in response to his blows. Vicky's arms and legs weakened, and she collapsed from her embrace of him, as her mind spun into semi-consciousness. Her head was twisting slowly, feeling him softening inside her from a long distance away. Then he was gone, too suddenly, too quickly. She was back in the van, and they were moving. After five minutes, she realized her clothes were in a pile beside her, and langourously pulled them on. Just as she started to plot an escape, the van stopped, and the doors opened. He was dressed, and had the mask back on. "You are a block from home, Victoria." Christ, he knew where she lived. She considered an attack, but decided against it, her body's lassitude and euphoria no match for his skill at this point. Another time, another place. Better prepared. She scrambled weakly out, standing on shaky legs, as he closed the doors, got in the van and drove away, not even looking at her. She watched as the white truck faded from her sight around the corner, and started for home. Peter Farrell's mind whirled as he drove away. From a light hearted payback for the woman's beating of his friend and officemate, to an intense, erotic experience unlike any he had ever known, the evening had not gone anything like his expectation. The morning two weeks ago when Jack had come to work bruised and lousy looking came back to him. They both were employed in a brokerage house on the currency trading desk. They had become good buddies over the two years they had been working together, Peter's calm, unflappable style a sharp contrast to Jack's excitable, volatile personality. They had quickly developed an efficient relationship, freely using their different styles to dazzle the many arbitrageurs who tried to exploit their firm's large positions in asian money. Their success had earned them a strong reputation in the small world of strange exchange driven by world trends and impulsive reaction to crisis. He felt an almost fatherly sense of protection for Jack. The night he first saw Peter fight two guys trying to mug them as they walked home with dates, Jack had been so impressed he had enrolled in Karate classes at the local dojo. Peter had counseled him to be careful of getting too confident after just a few months of immersion in the martial arts, but Jack's usual enthusiasm made him reckless. He kept wanting to try Peter, but that wouldn't have been fair. He had worried that Jack would do something stupid after he won a couple of matches with other neophytes, and of course he eventually did. "What did you do now, Jack. You look like shit." The big, florid Irishman looked sheepish, and it took a while to worm the story out of him. "She's such a turn on, Pete. Gives you little hints of her tits and that firm butt, then won't go out with anyone. I figured, what the hell, get her in an alley, maybe strip her, bring her down to size a bit." "Never knew what hit you, huh Jack. I told you it takes a lifetime to be really good, a few months can't prepare you for somebody who's really into it." Jack shrugged the way he always did when caught in a weak moment. "But the funny thing is, she makes it easy. Walks home through the projects, doesn't hurry. When I pulled her into the dark, she just went along. And I swear to you she was getting off when I was laying there bleeding. Thinking about it, it seems to me she lured me there. None of the guys have said anything, but I think she's done it to some of them too. A couple of them look sheepish around her, and she gives them shit in front of everybody, and they don't do anything." He admitted it was his fault, but kept insisting she was looking for trouble. They had access to a lot of data networks, and checked her out. Victoria Pleasance. Thirty five. "Looks like twenty." Widowed, one kid. Lives with her sister. Independent income, but not huge. Big in karate when she was young, got back into it when her husband died. A couple of pictures in the newspaper files with her husband showed a gorgeous woman, but Jack mumbled "Dresses down now. Like a librarian. Maybe she's a dyke." It didn't make sense to him. She must be good, and the idea of luring victims went against all the training and morality. Jack gave up his lessons, and Peter was disappointed that this woman had caused that. He got more and more curious the more they learned, and finally decided that if she was pulling some sort of vengeance thing, it might be fun to teach her a lesson. There were few enough chances to exercise his lifelong devotion to the oriental training his mother had given him. The whole night had been like a conquest. Her long, beautiful hair as she fought. That fantastic body, big firm breasts wobbling seductively, the well developed, long slim legs so powerful and yet so attractive, the fierce sensuality of her face. He had gone from a playful demonstration that she wasn't superwoman to a primitive desire to dominate her. His own feelings had surprised him, the sexual excitement overcoming his calm exercise of his physical ability. It hadn't been rape, though he imagined she might have thought so. Jack was right, she had wanted the fight, wanted to get off. His passion went against everything he had been trained to feel, but captured him in a whirl of erotic need. He remembered her preening her nakedness at him toward the end, as though the fight was pure carnality. In spite of himself, he recalled what he had said. Magnificent. It was true. She could have gotten the license plate, traced it to the customer he had borrowed it from, led the police to him. But he didn't think so. She had enjoyed it too much, though in a perverse way. He'd give it a couple of days to be sure, but knew he would try it again. He thought she would be waiting. As Vicky bathed, massaging her bruised body, the evening flooded her with wonder. She had never thought there was anything wrong with her little adventures, they always came after her, right? But she realized there was something wrong after the intense fuck she had just enjoyed so much. And she also realized she was hoping to try him again. Win or lose, she had never cum that hard, that well. He was so good, such a good fighter, such a good lover. But in the morning, all she felt was the pain, soreness, and defeat. Sitting in the big kitchen drinking coffee with Connie, she felt down, depressed. "What's wrong, Vicky? You look like the world's ending." "Oh I got hurt a little last night, Con. Some guy got overenthusiastic." Her sister hissed in exasperation. "It's such an ugly place. That heavy incense smell covering up the sweat. I can't believe you like it. It must be fun to kick some macho ass, but is it worth it. Ugh." Debbie came skipping down the stairs, and Vicky noticed again the swell of her daughter's breasts under the tight sweater, the trim hips outlined by a miniskirt. She had developed her mother's sexy body in just the last few months. Well, I've succeeded in keeping her from being inhibited like me, she thought. Maybe too well. "Do you have to flaunt it, Deb. I mean, really." As the young blonde leaned down to kiss her cheek, she responded "It's just the style, Mom. The boys all know you'll kick their ass if they touch me." "Deborah, stop talking like that." Giggling delightedly, the girl got herself a cup of coffee. She was growing like a weed, blooming into womanhood. Vicky shook her head as the pretty face shone with enthusiasm for the day. Their relationship was one part love, one part competition. Connie chuckled at the little byplay, though Vicky had always detected some jealousy over her pretty child. "You know it isn't nice to defy your mom, Deb. And with her, it's dangerous." They both liked kidding her about her karate ability. Vicky wasn't sure what she'd do if someone ever hurt Debbie, but she liked the sense of being a threat to anyone who got too fresh with her daughter. She felt they got along pretty well, but had never really talked about sex. That was mostly because of Vicky, since Debbie seemed very naturally comfortable about how boys ogled her, and was always good about coming home on time when she went out. "One of the guys who takes classes with you wants to take me out Friday, Mom. Jimmy Lester. He says I look like you. Can I stay out till midnight?" As the two women watched the teen skip down to catch the bus, they both shook their heads. "God she's growing up fast, Vicky. In just two years, she's turned into a beautiful girl." Connie sighed. "You're lucky to have her." Vicky took Connie's hand. "No luck on that front, Con? Is that a bruise on your arm?" Connie jerked her hand away. "It's nothing Vicky. Please don't neb." They sat in silence. Connie's pretty face was a little wan. Hit a nerve, thought Vicky. As she peeled some fruit, and finished a light breakfast, the silence grew heavy. I should confront her, be a good older sister. But I'm no source of wisdom. Just got raped, or something. Want more. Beat up and loving it. She sighed with mild despair. Where was all this going? Chapter Two She was hoping he would be waiting, but for several nights was disappointed. Cautious, maybe. Or maybe she would never see him again. Her spirits sagged further each night her trip home was uneventful. She found herself getting horny, but not wanting another fight with one of the amateurs. She took special interest in Jimmy Lester, a good looking senior who was learning fast. He wasn't in her class, but the large teenage boy's club worked on the next mat over. He was a little old for Debbie. His instructor said he was a "good kid." She had gone over and over that evening. She couldn't get it clear in her mind. Something strange and perverse was going on inside her head. Sex and violence. The American problem. Her inhibited youth, the revelation of her marriage, the frustration of her widow life. But an overwhelming desire for another round. Tonight, she had caught herself about to deliver a really damaging blow to one of the women in her beginners class who radiated sexuality. As though she was jealous of her blatant availability. Walking home in the cool evening, she felt tiredness instead of anticipation. He wasn't coming back. He had just been playing with her, looking for a free piece of ass. Maybe she should go out with one of the guys who were always sniffing around. Even as the thought occurred to her, she knew the idea was foolish. She wanted only him. That wild, violent, incredible experience. Then she saw him, no mask tonight, but the same black outfit. Standing in the same place. A BMW instead of the van. Waiting for her. A bloom of excitment, of anticipation changed her mood instantly, and she felt alive again. As she neared him, he opened the door of the car, and she got in wordlessly. The tension was thick enough to cut as he drove toward the warehouse section of the city. She noticed the nameplate on the dashboard, Peter Farrell. In profile, as she studied him, there was calm concentration as he shifted gears, making several turns. She thought he was about her age. The car stopped in front of a decrepit looking building, but there were no broken windows as many around it had. He came around and opened the door, and she got out, feeling somehow safe, unthreatened. He walked ahead of her to a door and opened it with a key from the same ring as the ignition. He held it open for her. She looked in his eyes, but got no hint of what might be in store. Just as on that first night, he was simply waiting for her to decide. Her choice. She entered and he closed the door behind them. The massive open space was warm, and soft light illuminated a finished oak floor, with a large exercise mat directly in the center of the halo of light from overhead. She got a sense of other rooms around. A faint smell of incense, with none of the underlying stench of the dojo. It was very quiet. He walked to the mat and faced her. His eyes locked to hers, and she felt the tension grow, her stomach tingling, the beginning of excitement down in her cunt. Peter. It was a good name for him. His hand went to the neck of his pullover, and with a sharp tear ripped it from his body. The sudden sound made her suck in a little breath. He stood gazing at her, his handsome face still showing no emotion, his powerful torso pale in the light. He had loved it as much as she had. He wanted to do it again. She would get him this time, knowing his skill, prepared for a more difficult fight. And she wanted the sexuality, the raw emotion. She imitated his action, ripping away the long sleeved blouse she had just bought. Her bra fastened in front, and she pulled it away roughly, popping a button. She could see his eyes on her breasts. Her ears were roaring. More, more. She slipped out of her tennis shoes, and pushed down her pants and panties in one quick movement. As she stepped out of them, he unbuckled his belt, and stripped himself quickly. She strode to the mat as he finished, and they stood staring at each other's nudity. Her hands were hanging loosely, and he rotated to keep her directly in front of him as she moved. She felt his stare, taking in her long legs, her thick bush of untrimmed pubic hair, her lush, full tits. Her narrow waist and flat stomach made a carnal fantasy, she was sure. She felt a surge of pleasure in her exposure of her nakedness. His wide shoulders sloped nicely to his own muscled hips, without the flare of hers. His cock was already hard. He could control his face, but his excitement showed in the thick tube pulsing at her. She could feel the adrenaline, the cream flowing inside her vaginal tunnel. She fought to keep her face as expressionless as his, but her breathing seemed to thunder in the quiet, cavernous room. But still, he waited. Her choice. Her option to fight. She began to circle him, and he assumed his prepared position. She forced her mind into the hunting mode, becoming a stalking lioness, eyeing her prey, ready to strike. Always on balance, her weight on the balls of her feet. She feinted twice, watching his responses carefully. She couldn't see even a slight flinch. She danced in and swung a leg, but short of real striking range. It fooled him, and he tried to sweep her again. As he did, she lept to the side and caught him in the ribs with her foot. He rolled with it, and she saw a small smile. But she knew it had an effect. She circled again, and made a pass with her hands chopping in clockwise defensive motion, and started a kick short of the real hitting zone. He reacted and she went for a roll to the side, aiming for the spot on his ribs she had already struck, but he had seen it coming, slipped it, and caught her with an instep in the back. She had half expected it, and pivoted quickly to deliver a firm instep of her own into his kidneys, feeling it catch him hard. But even as she landed, his shoulders swung and she felt her mind blur as he chopped her ribs. She rolled back to her feet, gasping now, still feeling even. He showed no pain, but she knew the blow to his kidney had hurt him. She circled, waiting for its pain to dull his reaction, and for her mind to clear. But suddenly he attacked. His charge got him into her reactive punch with the heel of her hand, but he let it glance off his chest and pinned her arm to his side, and they twisted to the mat. She felt the heel of his foot pummel her solar plexus, and her eyes saw stars again. Pain radiated out. He held her with a leg over her abdomen, her arm still captured. It was a stalled position, and their eyes were locked as both gasped with their exertion. Suddenly he rolled on top of her, released her arm, and locked his mouth to hers, holding her hands. She felt his tongue inside her, and passion flared up and down her spine. She kissed back, sucking hungrily. Their bodies were sweating hard, and the moistness made the contact of their skin slippery and exciting. Briefly, she wanted to go with their passion, now, quickly. But she wasn't finished. She struck him near the kidney again with her knee. He rolled over her, and she twisted to her feet, but he was already there, and swung a leg toward her ribs. She took the blow on her arm, and countered to his knees, but he slipped to the floor, sweeping toward her legs. She tried to stomp him, but missed, and felt the foot land on her lower stomach, forcing the air from her lungs. Damn. He was too good, too strong. His leg finally whipped back against her ankles, and she went down with a thud. She lay there, defenseless now, and saw him crawling toward her. His mouth was open, his chest working hard. At least she had made him strain. Ooooh, I'm ready now, she thought. You have won, you own me. He pushed her legs apart and buried his head in her cunt. Through the haze of pain and oxygen deprivation, the thrilling contact of his tongue on her clit was like a lightning bolt. Vicky Pleasance screamed into the room, surrendering to the rapture and pain coursing through her. His mouth surrounded her slit, the tongue driving through her foaming cuntlips up to the stiff love button. She could feel his desperate breathing as he seemed to try to devour her, and she wrapped her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth into her, while her legs wrapped around his shoulders. "Oh my god, oh my god, eat me, eat me. Ooooooh yes." Her eyes stung with perspiration dripping into them, as she felt the flush of passion add to the heat from her strained body. Dimly, she heard him moaning as he made her pussy soar with euphoric sensation. He was driving her, sucking and tonguing so hard she felt unable to resist the climax hurtling toward her. It was so fast, yet seemed to join with their fighting in a totality of accumulating desire, to become a long dance of sexual need. "I'm coming, I'm aaaaaaah cummming." The orgasm ripped over her, making her hips frantically hump to his face, trying to help his hungry mouth increase her pleasure. She was soaring in her release, shaking her head as he kept her rolling pleasure keening. Cream was pouring out of her twat as she felt his sucking mouth swallowing her in a white blaze. It boiled and boiled, even as her hips stopped moving, and her legs relaxed. His mouth was slowing down, but still felt like a glove wrapped on her pubic bone, his tongue moving gently on her clit. Her eyes snapped open suddenly, as she realized she had done nothing to satisfy his passion. His prick had been hard during their fight, and she knew he must be craving his own satisfaction. She flipped her head over his body toward his hips, and felt him roll to his back. The stiff manmeat was hard and jumping. She pulled her pussy away from his mouth and took the thick flesh between her lips, closing on the pear shaped head. Her tongue licked at the tiny slit and tasted salty pre cum, and she sucked as hard as she could, letting it sink into her throat, swallowing and gasping as she did it. Even as she urgently enclosed the cock in her mouth, she wiggled around to kneel between his hard muscled legs. She heard him groaning with desire. Her climax was still echoing through her, and the taste and feel of his tool kept her tingling. She let her teeth scrape the blood vessels on the side of his tube as her mouth came up and she sucked frantically for air. Pain and pleasure. Then she concentrated on the head, where she knew nerves would react fiercely. After several small movements of her lips over the hot skin there, she sunk it once again all the way inside her throat, feeling his pubic hair at her lips. She felt his hips jump, and suddenly pressure seemed to bloom the member. She came back up to the head, and caught his eyes. They were wide and tense. He's going to shoot, she thought. Oh hurry. She pistoned again hungrily, and suddenly felt him hump up and freeze. She raised her head to enclose only the tip of the hard shaft, and felt a stinging burst of hot jism go over her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed wildly, her stomach thrilling as she tasted his essence. He humped his hips again, and another shot filled her mouth. As she swallowed, she let the spitting cock out, and wrapped her titties around it, looking down at another gush of white goo that popped up to her neck, then dripped down to streak over her nipples. She held it there, as she locked her eyes to his leering gaze. Another little dribble leaked out, and she felt it lubricating her chest between the soft pillows of her boobs, as his smile of completion broadened. Wild, wild, wonderful orgasms. She kept him enclosed in her tits for a while, then crawled up to kiss him. As they moved gently against each other, his breathing began to slow. "Peter, Peter. I like your name." They lay there together for ten minutes, languidly caressing, not speaking. She was almost afraid to break the spell of their passion and fiery battle. Finally, he whispered "I have a bottle of wine chilled, Victoria. This is my retreat, and there is a shower, and a large bed. Please stay with me." She raised her head and stared into his eyes. "I have no idea what I'm doing Peter. But I want to be here, with you." She brushed his lips lightly. "We aren't finished for tonight, are we?" she asked. He just smiled. He picked her up, seeming to carry her effortlessly to a low table in a corner that he lit with a switch that also darkened the arena. It was now a small intimate space, and there was a pink tone that made them both look tan and healthy. Large black pillows surrounded the table, and he eased her down with her back slightly elevated. Her mind had a disconnected feeling, a sense of anticipation, but of being outside herself. What must she look like, all sweaty and rumpled? He handed her a glass of wine, and both threw down a full glass in one gulp, thirsty from their duel. He refilled both glasses and reclined beside her, but with his hips at her head and on his side, supported by an elbow. As she sipped, he inserted two fingers into her pussy, then pulled them out and sucked her juices into his mouth, holding her eyes. Then his hands began caressing her. They seemed to mutually decide on silence. She was afraid to lose the mystery of this strange, thrilling combination of attraction and antagonism that had grown between them so quickly. As she felt those callused hands on her breasts, pinching the nipples softly, she wondered what was going on in his mind. But she also wanted him to be her unknown assasin. Peter was astonished by her fighting skill, her wild embrace of his carefully thought out scripting of this evening, and the beauty she showed him. Completely guileless, not the slightest bit self conscious about her nudity or her savage disarray, she watched him frankly as he rubbed her moist charms. He felt himself hardening again already. She noticed too, and ogled his tool with a small smile. He knew she must be outside her normal behavior pattern, in some sort of fantasy. The most incredible thing was how she had drawn him into it. The oriental detachment he had always thought was cemented in his deepest psyche from his mother had burst into a flaming passion ignited by the violence of their relationship. As he felt her hand touch his thigh lightly, and work slowly up toward his cock, the surge of desire he felt was completely unlike his normal calm exploiting of women. She had a curious power to inflame him, to draw him into a fierce world of raw, demented agression. Until he had experienced it, twice now, he would have decried this immoral, indecent animal lust. But it was warming him, exciting him, drawing deep, agressive impulses out in the open. He wasn't so supehuman after all. There was also a new embrace of sexual passion that he realized had to spring from some hidden, raw obsession. He thought it was dangerous, but the wonder of these mind blowing orgasms was irresistible. Crazy and unpredictable as it was, he knew he must continue this primitve, savage coupling. They both finished their wine, and he rose and pulled her to her feet, admiring her lithe grace. She held his eyes, following him to the shower dimly lit in one corner. His prick was hard again, without any control from his feverish mind. Victoria. Circe. His siren. She gave herself freely to the tingling spray of water, as he soaped her. "My face too, Peter." As he caressed her lovely wide mouth, the small nose and large natural eyes pinched shut, the intimacy was overwhelming. He felt the urge to fuck her right there. What a sexy woman, yet Jack had said she never went out. His hand rubbed her puffy cuntlips, the soap making the contact erotic beyond belief. Her hands rubbed his hips and thighs as he stood behind her. She twisted and began rubbing him, and he handed her the bar of unscented soap. Water was beading on her skin, and he could no longer pretend to be calm. His gaze jumped from her face to her large boobs, the stiff tips red and firm, their soft bulk amazing for her age. She has a teenage daughter, he marveled. He could feel her well toned fitness, such a contrast to the fleshy girls he had always favored. His tool was poking her belly, and he felt her gently moving against it, watching his face and grinning slyly as he reacted to the touch. They dried themselves with one of his large terry bath towels, each using one end. The rubbing was sensual and intoxicating, as they explored their nude bodies. As he knelt wiping off her legs, he smelled her cunt perfume, the musky odor another stimulating incitement, and tongued her clitty briefly. She responded by kneeling and kissing his jerking prick, not sucking but nuzzling it in her face. He wanted to sink into her so badly his mind was buzzing. Suddenly she rose and ran into the dark arena, laughing. He followed her, jolted again by surprise. He heard her trip over the mat, and went to her before she could get up. He embraced her, and they tumbled onto the rough surface. Their mouths locked together, their tongues dueling, pressed frantically against each other. In the dark, his hands wandered over her body, his mind soaring with desire. He broke the kiss, and mumbled "No, No, I must see you, Victoria." He heard her chuckle lasciviously. "You bastard, you rapist, you assasin, you son of a bitch. Take me, fuck me. Use my body. God, whatever, but hurry, hurry. Oooooh." He lifted her in his arms and quickly returned to the dining room, throwing her down to the pillows. Briefly he stared at her smiling, bright eyed face, her arms stretched out to welcome his assault. Her wonderful body with its furry triangle framed by the dark background of black silk lured him into a mindless rage of need. She opened herself as he fell on her. Without effort, his cock found her cunthole, and he plunged to her wet depths, the feeling of becoming one with her fantastic. He stayed briefly that way, buried in her warmth. She seemed to give in to his pause, waiting for him to begin fucking, her hard breathing sounding in his ears. Her wet hair was tight to her head, and her naturalness was the most sensual look he could imagine. He began to move, slowly at first,.a little out, firmly in. Pushing his boner against the top of her slit, feeling her jump with the contact each time. "Oooh yes, yes." He was watching her head squirm languidly, her eyes vacant in rising passion. Her heels dug right on his ass, helping him pummel her. He fought the urge to go faster. Let us stay like this forever, his raging mind wished. But his strokes lengthened unbidden, as they both moaned with the tempo. His thrusts were firm and smooth, bathing her in fiery stimulation. She met each stroke with slight stretching of her legs, and her stomach undulated to allow his cock to plummet to her depths. Each penetration moved her a little higher, thrilling her, making her croon softly without words. The rhythm began to take her out of herself, drifting into the rapids of building desire. She began to murmur uncontrollably as he watched her passion build. "Oh,I feel every, ooooh every inch, fucking me, god, god oh Peter get me, rape me, fill me, my hot pussy, my deep cunt, oooooh." She was writhing to him, and his tension soared with her freely confessed need. Deep pleasure churned his belly, down to his groin, as though some deep hole in his mind was opening and forcing its contents to build the wonderful sensation coursing in him. She was wet as hell, his cock slipping in and out effortlessly, each thrust adding height to his keening desire. Vicky was lost in it, the whirl of excitement out of control in her mind. Every movement of the big prick sent her nerves into insistent tingling, her whole bottom feeling raw and touchy. He wasn't kissing her, just whispering "Victoria, Victoria" in her ear. Waves of delight shot out of her clit each time he reached her depths, and the sense of tightening need in her belly careened around like wildfire. She seemed to jump from one imagined act to another. Rape, she exulted for a time, then demanding his due of his conquest, then tender lovemaking between strangers. Each scenario propelled her higher, until she reached a plateau of exotic tension, floating in a sea of want, begging silently for completion. For moments she tried to pretend she could hide his mastery of her, then as she felt the edge nearing, she seemd to cry out her secret. "You're making me cummmmm, you wonderful bastard, oh don't stop, I want, aaaaagh, to cummmmmmmm." She was gone now, sliding upwards, abandoning anything but seeking fulfilment. Her hips fucked back to his rampaging cock, that pistoned and filled, making them one creature of passionate release. It came in a rush, bursting into her whole being, taking over everything. She threw her arms out, and her legs linked at the ankles, squeezing pressure from his strong body on her whole foaming slit. The nipples of her boobs tingled like nails, joining the climax exploding slowly, her moaning louder and louder. She clawed the silky pillows, crying out "Yes, oh yes, aaaaaaaahhhhhhh." Just as she peaked, lightning filling her mind, heat filled her insides, flowing from his driving prick. He grunted once, then spasmed deeper into her, freezing at the bottom, her clit trapped by his hips, the thrills unbearable. She almost passed out, as though he was still squeezing her neck. Her mind felt like a balloon, empty but clear and happy. She felt him stroke again, and could almost taste his sweet spunk. The waves rolled and rolled. She had never experienced anything like it. She was dirty, she was lewd, she was thrilled, she was a whore, his whore. "My god, my god, damn, damn." She was swearing like a trooper, and even that little sin sent chills into her. She felt her legs collapse to the soft cushions, as he still pressed to her, though she couldn't feel his tool anymore. "Victoria,Victoria." He stayed on top of her as they came down, his body giving a sweet, different odor than hers. Her swirling mind began to clear. She opened her eyes to see him gazing at her, and he tenderly lowered his mouth to hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, then through her own as an after thought. "I must look a mess." "A magnificent angel" he breathed. "Some angel" she answered. He was staring at her. She knew, knew he wanted to talk, to explore their feelings, to try to understand this frantic desire they shared. "No,no Peter. Don't talk. Don't ruin it." He sighed as she pulled his head down and kissed more firmly, her tongue reaching in, tasting him. They clung to each other, trying to exchange their souls. But it didn't work. Chapter Three What now? Oh god, what now? Vicky was lying in bed, Debbie already gone to school. Her mind was spinning, trying to overcome the dreamy urge to remember every moment of the night before. They had parted wordlessly, with a small kiss, and he pressed his business card in her hand. It was on the dresser. "Any time, any night, whatever you want, Victoria." Written in a neat, careful script. She wanted him. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to hurt them, to hurt terrible men. She moaned to the room, wishing she could somehow change her raging thoughts. But she had freed them, and now they wouldn't leave her alone. She felt more terrible desires. In her ass. She had never done that. More than one man. A woman. Ohhhhh what was happening. She swung her legs to the floor, and better control returned. She vaguely felt her body's surging happiness. In spite of a couple of fresh bruises. Fulfilled as never before. She shook her head. Sorry John. But there it is. Was it forbidden fruit? Release of the ugly, repressed side of her soul? It had felt too good to resist. Would talking to him help? She staggered downstairs, filling a large glass with orange juice, gulping it down. Funny. No coffee. She made some, and waited for Connie. But three cups later, there was still no sign of her. The coffee helped her regain control of her thoughts, as she began to worry about her sister. Was she sick, or maybe had left early for some reason. No, there would have been coffee. She must be upstairs. Filling a cup, and carrying her own, she went up to see. As she neared the closed bedroom door, she heard quiet sobs. She burst in, and Connie was sprawled on her bed, naked. She had a voluptuous body, big breasts like Vicky, and the same curves without the fitness. A few extra pounds, but young enough to carry it seductively. A surge of fear and affection for her young sister surfaced as the older woman hurried to the bed and wrapped the young blonde in her arms. As the pretty face raised to stare vacantly at her concerned face, Vicky saw the bruises. One cheekbone was already an ugly dark blue. The other side of her face had a black eye, and there was a little split lip. "Oh Connie, darling, why did he do it? How could he? The bastard." Connie started crying hard, tears streaming down her face. Vicky hugged her tightly, careful of the beat up face, and rocked back and forth. Minutes passed as she tried to comfort her little sister, the way she always had when they were young. Slowly the frantic release of emotion eased. Once the worst was over, Vicky hurried downstairs and brought a bottle of Kahlua up, filling each of their cups with a generous dose, and helping Connie get it down. She waited for the warming effect of the alchohol and sugar. As it came, the blonde began to relax. She sipped her own more slowly, beginning to plot revenge for this assault. The closeness they had once felt came rushing back to them, and she pulled her robe off and crawled into bed beside Connie, hugging to her. Their tits pressed together, their hips too. Vicky started to feel perverse desire, mixed somehow with her anger. Her generous, warm sister. So tender, so vulnerable. As she imagined hurting Steven, her pussy creamed, and she pulled Connie closer. But her sense of sexual excitement wasn't returned. Her sister was too devastated by shame, fear, and pain. Get under control, she thought. But an impulse had awakened. Along with concern for Connie, her mind roared with her strange need. Connie refused to go to the hospital, and Vicky dressed the cut on her lip, and helped put ice on the bruises on her face. There was some redness in her stomach too, but it didn't seem to be too bad. "He gets so angry at me when I want to make love, Vic. This is the first time he hit my face, but it's been this way for years. He hurts me, then fucks me, just a quick in and out. For a while, he was apologetic, but lately it's as though he enjoys the whole hurting thing. I've wanted to tell you, but he kept saying he'd kick you out." Vicky took some Polaroids of her face. "Once this shit starts they never quit, Con. We have to watch out for it in students. Some of the women are trying to learn to fight back." They were still drinking spiked coffee, and it was having an effect. Connie whispered "Will you do it to him, Vic? Hurt him bad? Pay him back?" "You bet, Con. But it won't help, sometimes that kicks them over into even worse things. You have to get him away from you, out of the house, then he has to get counseling. But if you want my advice, you'll just divorce him quick. They don't get better very often." "He'll come home for lunch, Vic. He always does after a night like that." "Pack him a suitcase, darling. I'll call that lawyer who did my estate. He was thoughful and understanding. And you know I'll stay with you." They had been sitting together on the couch, and Connie embraced her, and they kissed gently. This time, Vicky felt something more than sisterly affection. She pushed the woman away tenderly. "I know, I know, darling. But get that bag packed." Vicky had too much experience with battering. Her physical ability to stand up to men had led her to counsel several women at the dojo, and she had read about it extensively. The unique advantage for Connie was her presence, protective and making the right action much easier than usual. Most women were nearly defenseless against their husbands. She felt suddenly useful, dealing with a problem she understood. It was good for her to get out of the funk her strange relationship with Peter had created. Just as Connie descended the stairway with a large suitcase, the front door burst open and Steven was standing there. He had a look of sheepish concern on his face, but when he saw Vicky, in pants and her bound chest, the look changed to a snarl. "Are you interfering again, bitch." Vicky resisted the urge to start in on him immediately. Connie glanced nervously at her sister, then with a choked voice, told him "You're leaving, Steven. I'm talking to a lawyer this afternoon. I've had enough of your shit." He started for Connie, but Vicky stepped between them. The anger in his face made him ugly, but she stayed on the balls of her feet, not threatening but ready. She felt the excitement start, the sense of pleasure at what was coming. He hesitated, confusion and fear showing. But then he charged, the anger, even hate, overcoming his fear of Vicky. Her left hand shot into his chin, the heel snapping his head back, making his tall frame straighten. Her right hand in a fist caught him sharply in the solar plexus, and the breath rushing from his lungs made a screech even as he collapsed to his knees. Connie was screaming. "Don't Steven, stop, stop." She ran down past them both and threw the suitcase out into the yard. "Get out, get out." But Steven wasn't paying attention, just gasping and snarling at Vicky. Come to me asshole. Let me kick the shit out of you. She stared at him, knowing her calm was infuriating him. Her cunt was tingling delightfully. He lunged at her, and she sidestepped and drove her knee into his face, aiming at his nose. She felt the crunch of the brittle bone, and twisted aside as he fell face down. She got around so she was still between his prone body and Connie. She could hear her sister whimpering "Vicky, Vicky." Her body thrilled to the damage she was doing. He'll try one more time. Mmmmmm. He was still getting a rush from the flow of stimulation the pain and confusion was causing in his out of control brain. He got up slowly, blood spurting from his nose, and cocked his arm, making a fist. His eyes were cloudy, and the rage was obvious. He swung at her head, but it seemed to be in slow motion. She let the punch slip by her face, stepped in and drove her knee into his groin, feeling the contact with soft tissue as well as his pubic bone. Right in the balls, she exulted. He went down like a stone, managing no sound except a soft groan. As he lay there, doubled up and whimpering, Connie's arms went around her, hugging to her back. She felt the soft breasts, the hips in her ass cheeks. Her reward. "Yeah, Vic. Yeah." She grabbed the belt of his pants and the collar of his jacket and pulled him on his knees out the door, finally throwing him onto the grass near the valise. Two neighbors were watching. Vicky knelt and whispered in his ear "Please come back and try me again, Steven. I haven't hurt you nearly enough yet. I want to make you suffer the way you've hurt my sister. You haven't even seen my best moves. So please, come back. But now, get out of here." She pushed his butt, and he sprawled over. Both neighbors clapped their hands delightedly. They all stood and watched as he struggled away, crawling to his car. Vicky picked up the suitcase and threw it in the back seat. He sat gasping. "Go Steven. Before I lose my patience." He started the car down the street, weaving slightly. She and Connie hurried back inside. As the door closed, Connie grabbed her. "Oh Vic, you were like an amazon, a warrior. Oh thank you, my wonderful sister." Their mouths came together in a frankly passionate embrace. Vicky savored the taste, coffee, Kahlua, as the piercing tongue entered her. She wrapped her arms around Connie, pulling their hips together. The violence had affected Connie too. They were both caught by a sense of triumph, of joy in their sudden victory. They ground their twats together. Vicky felt the familiar surge of desire, and they gave themselves to the euphoria of the moment. "Upstairs, Con. Upstairs." They rushed to Connie's bedroom, tearing their clothes off. Vicky was naked first, and helped pull the panties off her sister's pale hips. Her bush was trimmed carefully, and the lips of her cunt were bare. As she fell to the bed, Vicky surrounded the puffy flesh with her mouth, driving her tongue deep inside the wet tunnel. "Vic, Vic oh that's nice, let me eat you too. Oh Vic." They twisted to a sixty nine position, with the older woman on top. Both spread their legs wide, opening the pink flesh of their pussys to their hungry mouths. Both began sucking and tonguing frantically. Vicky concentrated on the little clitty stiff and proturuding saucily out, feeling the jumps with each lashing flick of her tongue. She butterflyed the tiny button, feeling the writhing hips her efforts were stimulating. And the thrills radiating from her sister's equally energetic mouth were coursing through her groin, matching her erotic soaring to the sense of freedom both felt. Vicky could feel an occasional flinch from Connie's mouth, probably the cut lip, but it seemed to increase the passion of her sucking, rather than stop it. They were humping wildly, bodies writhing around each other. Sex and violence again. But it was fantastic. They were going too fast. Vicky wanted it to stretch out, to let her savor this final chapter in her rescue of her lovely sister. "No, no Con. Not too fast." She twisted around to gaze down at the voluptuous soft flesh of her blonde lover. She began caressing the full tits, pinching the nipples softly, drawing sighs of enjoyment. She kissed the full red lips gently, careful of the cut. She felt a hand on her own globes, kneading with smooth fingers. Arching to the wonderful caress, she increased the pressure of her rougher palms on the pliant pillows below her. She smelled the musky cream their cunts were producing, filling the room. They were lost in the glow of this rapturous celebration. The fighter and the former beauty queen. Moaning with need, with want, with affection. Vicky started rubbing down toward the steamy cunt, and Connie's body responded by humping up to the hand, and more whispered encouragement. "Vicky, Vicky, dearest sister, yes, yes." As the older woman's hand stole into the waiting slit, fingers entering the wet tunnel, another groan, anxious words."Oh neat, what a feeling, no more beatings, yesssss, do me darling." Connie rolled to her side, just enough to press their breasts into each other, and inserted her fingers inside Vicky's wet snatch, wiggling upwards and feeling the slim, muscled hips respond with humping motions. "Ummmmmph, oh yeah." groaned the firm, toned woman lost in their fantasy together. The two bodies were very similar, but the blonde's opulent body contrasted with her trim, lithe, auburn haired sister. The excitement, surprise, and delight overpowered them. "Get me off, Con. C'mon, you too, c'mon." Their hungry mouths joined, tongues dueling frantically, and both soared into the lovely haze of slavering lust wrapping them up in a private orgy of need. Their hands worked with tender violence, knowledgably raising the tension of their bodies. Vicky could feel the scraping of Connie's long fingernails, and the slight pain added lovely piquance to the foaming heat of her pussy. She tasted blood from the split lip, and licked at it, savoring the salty taste. Connie groaned with a mixture of pain and exploding desire, and pushed her mouth harder to increase the flow. Vicky felt the climax begin, and increased the fervor of her fucking hips, crying gently into her sister's sucking mouth. She wiggled her fingers harder, and tried to increase the friction on the stiff little clitty at her palm. The tension gathered into a ball in her abdomen, and then burst into radiating sensation flowing from her slit into every part of her flesh. "Cummmmmmmmmmm." She broke their kiss, and stared into Connie's face, which was gaping and mewling with pleasure. She's cumming too, she realized through the delightful haze. They writhed together, luxuriating in their shared orgasmic thrills, amazed at how natural it seemed, how much a reward for their overcoming the brutal husband. As the wonderful peak eased, the slightly damp bodies pressed firmly, welcoming the feeling of skin on skin. Both were sighing with pleasure and fulfillment. Vicky was amazed at the feelings coursing through her. This had always been a forbidden act, a terrible sin. But in her new embrace of carnal enjoyment mixed with aggression, the whole thing made perfect sense. As though from a distance she heard Connie whispering "You've never done that before, have you Vic? We used to do it at the pageants, with no men allowed near us. But you were always so uptight." She giggled in a throaty, sexy way. "I used to have dreams about you when I saw you fight." Vicky propped herself on an elbow. "Something's happening to me, Con. Like suddenly releasing pent up desires, but all tied up with violence. I'm afraid it's perverted." Connie chuckled. "You've no idea what real perversion is, darling. You're a hero to us weak women. You should hear Debbie. But you have to explore, find out what turns you on. Most of us do it when we're young. It's just happening later to you." Vicky cuddled to her. "Well I found out I like you, little sister. But there's a new man in my life, and it's even better than with John. When I'm calm, I feel guilty." "Oh Vicky, sweet lover. Embrace it, don't fight it. Explore it, lose yourself in it. Even Mom used to worry about you. We get old soon enough, or marry some jerk like I did." She propped herself up, her face gazing lovingly at her naive sister, so physically competent, so unaware of her effect on others. "Who's this guy?" When she came home, Debbie was pleasantly surprised at the new atmosphere in the house. Her Mom explained about Connie's separation, but there was something else, a new intimacy between the older women. It was a great improvement, much more relaxed. She wondered if it was time to level with her mom about how much she liked sex. She had been balling guys for a year and a half, and as she bloomed recently, attracted a lot of sexy older men. But she decided to be cautious. There was a change, she sensed, but didn't want to risk pissing Mom off. It was a pain, having a mother who was so conservative. Yet her friends envied her. Victoria Pleasance was a heroine in the small town, a woman who took no shit. So tough she scared even the most lecherous local Casanovas. Ah well, tomorrow night Jimmy would show her a nice time, and she thought he'd be a helluva lay. Chapter Four Connie was helping her get ready. She felt like a teenager, her stomach tingling, as though she and Peter hadn't been intimate. She hadn't tried to look pretty for so long, the feel of makeup, the lipstick, and the sexy black dress making her feel good. Her image in the mirror was another woman. Svelte and gorgeous. Her long hair waved and over one shoulder, eyes large, body shown to advantage by the smooth black material hugging her, the slit in the side hinting at her long, bare legs. "I look like a whore, Con." Vicky felt a slap in her rear. "Like a goddess, Vic. A beautiful, mature woman. No man alive could resist you. He'll probably ask you to marry him on the spot." Connie's personality had returned to the bright, happy woman she had been before her marriage. The lawyer had been a big help, knowing the things to say, quickly reassuring her about money, starting an investigation, getting a restraining order. The conversation with Peter had been easier than she had expected. "Hi, it's me." "Victoria, thank god. How are you?" "Well, still confused. But I miss you, and I don't want to fight anymore. Not you, anyway. Maybe we should talk. Really, we hardly know each other." She had giggled in an embarassed way, and added "Well, in some ways." He had made it easy. "I missed you too. I am unable to think clearly about anything but you. Please, dinner? Tomorrow night? Chez George?" "On a Saturday night?" "Um, they know me there. We'll get a nice table." Debbie had laughed when she told her. "A date, Mom? After three years? I thought you took vows. Is he nice?" Vicky had not even told Connie about the relationship that had already formed between she and Peter. "We'll see dear. He seems nice." "Shall I wait up for you, Mom?" He arrived in a Tux. He was nervous, looking sheepish as he handed her flowers in a bundle, pecking her cheek. Her three inch heels made her slightly taller than he was, and she apologized. "I'll go change if you want, Peter." He smiled as he draped a wrap over her shoulders. "My one quarter oriental loves the idea of a big American on my arm. We all want to be dominated." She looked at him with a feeling he was making fun. "You're hard to dominate." "That's the other three quarters." They were half way down the walk toward the BMW. He stopped. "Lets start over. I'm confused too, Victoria. I don't think this is so simple. I shouldn't make fun. You look absolutely drop dead gorgeous, and I wouldn't want to change a thing." He was so nice, yet the edge to their relationship hung there. "Oh Peter." She pressed herself against him, feeling his firm body through the suit. His arms gripped her hips. She felt his cock jump against her cunt. Her pussy creamed. Well, that hasn't changed, she thought. Peter had been overcome with excitement when she called. It was as though he had never known a woman before. He kept feeling he was making stupid comments, risking putting her off. "Who was that?" asked Jack. "Um, Victoria Pleasance." "The cockteaser? How do you know her?" "Oh, we just met the other night at that art exhibit." "Watch out, buddy. She'll bust your balls." When he saw her with her sister in the bright hall, as he stood there like a kid holding the flowers, he almost choked she looked so good. Nearly six feet in the heels, legs that went forever, looking sexy and sophisticated, no trace of the fierce amazon. He felt flushed and tonguetied. When his goddamn prick embarassed him as they hugged on the way to the car, after he tried to apologize, he marveled again at her power over him. He had won the fights, but lost the war. The evening was like a dream. He let her tell him about her background, even though he already knew most of it. He told her about his, and the brokerage, and finally about Jack, and his first thought about teaching her a lesson. "I've been a black belt since I was a kid. It was just a lark. But something happened." "Sure did, Peter." They stared at each other, wondering how to open the subject of this tense bond between them. But the dessert came, and the moment passed. She was bright and fun to be with, and they found themselves talking freely. There were a surprising number of shared enthusiasms. He turned on all the charm he could muster, wanting to impress her. He thought she liked him, but there was that veil, the unspoken feelings they had shared. They both were hesitant to get into it. They finished the champagne. The evening was warm, and they decided to walk for a while. The silence was comfortable, as though they had taken a step, at least a bit closer. They held hands like school children. In spite of the secret they couldn't seem to discuss, he wished the night would never end. He felt desire as they bumped hips occasionally, and after a few blocks, started back toward the car. Did she want a normal, sane love making? Would she let him take her to his apartment? Then the kid appeared suddenly. The knife glinted in his hand, five inches long. "Out on the town tonight? Wanna get home in one piece?" There was a rustle from behind, and they both glanced back. "Five of them." He didn't know which of them said it. He looked at Victoria. She was grinning the way she did when he first saw her. Like a lioness. Fucking gorgeous. He saw her hitching up her skirt, revealing those long legs, tight thong panties, and the hint of her thick bush. Even as he pivoted and struck at the three behind them, he felt himself get hard. He heard a yelp behind him as she broke the kid's wrist with her hard toed shoe. He knocked the middle one backwards with his foot in the stomach, then twisted right to kick the second one's knee. His scream as he went down was matched by one behind him. With just one left standing, he glanced over and saw her catch a groin with her knee. She already had both of them down. He attacked the third guy, who was the biggest, but looked shocked at what was happening. A quick kick to the ribs lowered his guard, and he chopped the neck. Out like a light. The middle one was rising. He closed and put a fist deep in the kid's solar plexus. A satisfying whoosh resulted. The rush of fierce pleasure made him grin. Victoria was staring at him as he turned. Those bright eyes, the look of excitement. The two prone bodies groaning on the sidewalk. The skirt was still up around her hips, and most of the flesh of one breast pushed out of the low cut bodice. Her hair had come loose. He felt his stiff, throbbing member. "Peter, Peter." They lunged together, churning at each other, mouths locked together. He twisted her into the alley, a hand groping at the panties. He trapped her back against the brick wall. As he ripped the lacy triangle away, she fumbled at the zipper of his pants and freed his throbbing prick. She pulled herself upwards with her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his hips. Her hand went between them and pulled his member inside her wet cunt, letting herself sink on it with a groan. He fucked upwards, and her groan became a wail of passion. They churned together in the dark night, moaning to each other. "It's even better. You're so good, darling, so fast. Oh fuck me, oooooh." "Victoria, my amazon, my fantastic goddess. Godddd." Her hips were churning as he spasmed deep inside her foaming box, the wildness keeping either from even thinking about anything but release. He pistoned frantically inside her, and she moved sinuously with him, driving him mad. His hips speeded up, out of control, jerking viciously. She met every thrust, sucking his ear, her tongue licking. "Oh yes lover. Yes.Yeeeeees. Cummmmming." Dimly he felt her pussy contracting on his cock, and exploded into her. His balls slapped her ass, as his orgasm pumped jism in a torrent. He jerked again, firing another load. Their mouths found each other, open and frantic. He felt her arms weaken, and she sunk on his still stiff dong, as his hand reached down to her hips to support her. With her weight on the base of his tube, he felt her wiggling her clitty, her groans still loud and urgent. He held himself like that, letting her continue her release, feeling himself soften He felt spunk leaking out, onto his pubic nest. He pulled the handkerchief out of his jacket and tried to wipe around them both. He heard her laugh breathlessly, and felt her hand leave his neck and guide him. It was on her thighs too. "Jesus." "You certainly were excited, darling." Her legs left his hips and dropped to the ground. They pressed together, still gasping. He was shaking. He buried his head in her hair, smelling its perfume, luxuriating in her. Her hand caressed the back of his neck, pulling him to her. Another one of the moments he wanted to last forever. There seemed to be a lot of them with her. He glanced out at the kids. They were still down, though one of them was moving. They separated, and she pulled her skirt down, and tucked her tit away. He zipped up, and bent to pick up the torn black panties. "I'll replace them, Victoria." She giggled again, a low, throaty sound of pleasure. He sniffed the musky odor in the crotch. His mind reeled with the fantastic sense of completion, of triumph. "Christ, I thought I was going to have to let you beat on me to feel that way again." "I know, I know. Oh lord." They walked away, her arm holding his elbow formally now. As they turned the corner, the kids were struggling to their feet. She called throatily to them "Come back soon, fellas. It's been fun." They hurried to the car, and he breathed "I have wine at my apartment Victoria. I was hoping you'd come back with me." "I can't go home like this, Peter." She swiveled to stare at him. "Besides, the night is young." Vicky was ecstatic. They had been a team, easily overpowering that young gang. That same feeling of victory, of physical power. That incredible fuck. This was all so extraordinary. And still, knowing they shared some weird obsession with violent action, but not talking about it. They seemed to be able to give each other so much pleasure. And it felt so good. His apartment was modern and colorful, not at all like his dojo. Her dress was still intact, though she was now bare underneath. She walked around, touching things, studying the pictures. Her body was still resonating. He threw his jacket off, loosened his tie, and gave her a glass of wine. They were standing by the leather sectional, still dwelling on the evening. She reached behind her back and unzipped the dress. As she let it slip off, draping it carefully over the arm of the couch, she whispered "I love being naked with you, Peter." She reclined on the couch, trying to look seductive, watching him take his clothes off. The calm,suave charming man she had dined so sweetly with was gone, replaced by an avid, passionate lover. His turgid maleness was stiff again. As they embraced, she murmured in his ear "We have to talk about it eventually, darling. But not quite yet." He began to caress her, kissing her gently, sweetly. She felt his hands move, touching lightly on her nipples, behind her knees, her thighs, building her excitement. She closed her eyes as they began kissing, tongues wrapping around each other, trying to find ways of reaching into the depths they knew were there. She rubbed his firm muscles, his butt, his chest. She felt dreamy and warm. She moved her knee over his hips, and his hand floated on her bush, sensing its coarse fullness. He was a practiced, skillful lover, and the moments passed like a ritual of passion created. She found his stiff member, holding its warm length, knowing how strong its signals of want must be. Yet he calmly continued his easy pace. Her body was responding to him, warming to his touch. But her brain was balking. Whatever they were, this was not it. She bit his lip, sucking and tasting the blood. His head snapped back, an angry reaction flitting across his face before he got control back. She pushed him to the floor and jumped on top of him, pushing her cunt to his face. "Whatever we are, Peter, that wasn't it. Eat my pussy, and I'll suck your cock. Then I want you to fuck my ass. It's a virgin, and I hope it'll hurt. I need that. Ooooh." Before he could answer, she sunk his thick tool all the way down her throat, and pushed her furry mound into his mouth. She heard him gurgle as she wormed her body onto him, feeling him jump as she swallowed around the head of his prick deep in her airway. Then she started spasming up and down, trying to draw his soul out. All she got was a little drop of liquid. Her tongue savored it. She felt his teeth scraping the hair on either side of her clit, while his tongue licked frantically between the wet pussylips, and up to butterfly the button tingling with the desire he had already built. She heard him groaning, and moaned herself with the fierce pleasure she got from this urgent intensity. Mmmm, more like it. She felt his cock starting to vibrate. His mouth was starting to make wet smacks between her churning thighs. Victoria Pleasance abandoned sanity, reserve, inhibition, to her lust for combative sex, for the primitive release that came with exertion and pain. Somehow she knew that was what she needed. Nothing else would do at this moment. She twisted up and buried her head in the leather pillow, her legs spread, and wiggled her butt. "In the ass, Peter. That hard cock up into that tight hole. Hurry, hurry." It always seemed she couldn't wait. He scrambled up and ran to the bathroom, and she heard a cabinet open. Then he was back, tossing a tube on the couch near her head. A flush shot through her as she felt his fingers worming into her bowel, smooth and oily. He's lubricating me, she realized. And that's a fucking vibrator. "Oh Peter, yes." The fingers buried in her were already starting a wave of funny sensation. She felt him smearing the stuff up and down the tender skin of her butt cheeks, and then a gentle opening of her anus. She groaned, thinking this wasn't too bad. It felt good. She felt more pressure, stretching the rim, then a lash of terrific pain as she was fully opened to his assault. "Aieeeee." He seemed to have known what would happen. He didn't pull out, just held himself there, not moving, as she clenched her fists."Jesus, jesus, ohhhhh" she moaned in response to the stinging hurt. "Relax the muscles, Victoria. Just relax." She concentrated on that, fighting her urge to pull away, to stiffen. And the pain started fading almost as fast as it had come. Her whole being seemed concentrated by the first stretching, and now a warmth started flowing from the mouth of her bowel, cascading down to her clit, filling her abdomen. He seemed to sense that too, and began to slide deeper. Now there was fullness, with a flood of sensation of his turgid, bloated member inside her. Every movement was clear and new, much easier to feel than in her cunt. He got to full penetration quickly, it seemed, even though it had not been sudden. There were still tiny pangs with each movement, but it was now feeding her lust, and she turned from fearful caution to wanton frenzy. "You're all the way in, aren't you. Wow, wow, aaaaaah." Her hips began to move back to him, and he responded with a slow retraction. Again some pain, but now it felt welcome, a part of a rising tide of pleasure. He fucked back in, not so gently this time, and she helped by humping her hips backwards. She felt it, the whole thing, his flesh, hardened with blood, hurting, fucking, wonderful. "Peter, oh Peter." Pain and pleasure. Soaring ecstacy. "It's good, it's good. Go darling go, fuck my virgin ass." He pulled almost all the way out, and plunged brutally back, seeming to join her urge for raw, savage sensation. She humped back to the thrust, and they started a rhythmic fucking together. Her intestine seemed to welcome each new stroke, and the waves of excitement began to dominate her. Just as she felt herself really embracing the animal wonder of it, she felt empty. "Peter, don't stop. What....." He lifted her easily up onto the couch on her back, his hands pushing her knees backwards. Now they could see each other, and she felt his prick again open her asshole. It hurt much less, and he didn't pause, but leaned firmly into her, driving home. She squealed with the return of his wonderful tube. "It's neat, do you like it, oh I'm getting wrecked, reamed, yeeeeesssss." He was on his knees and their eyes locked, an evil grin showing his enjoyment. She saw the vibrator in his hand. His hips were humping in and out as she keened and writhed, the experience rewarding her curiosity. But there was no pressure on her clitty. She realized what the vibrator was for, and leered at him. "My rapist, my assasin. Yes, yes, do it." He reached for her hand, and together they plunged the plastic tube inside her wet pussy. It opened her, caused her pain, pushed tremors of goodness into her groin, filled her completely and more. His cock was still thrusting, and now her hand found a little button, and she pushed it. Waves of higher sensation pulsed as the toy buzzed. From a pleasant, euphoric floating she seemed to rocket upwards in her passion, now feeling that mindless need mixed with the strange yet driving fullness in her bottom. His face was almost snarling, tense with sexual effort, but his hips pistoned smoothly, as his hand caressed hers on the vibrator. She buzzed again. "Peter, lover, rapist, oooooooh, yeeeeeess. Quick darling, are you there? Get me ohhhhhh." She felt completion coming like a precipice of ecstacy, and saw his lips pull into a leering grin, and his eyes lid over. The thundering cock sped up, tearing her, throwing a mixture of pain, stinging enjoyment, and closing orgasm into the sense of being stuffed like an animal. She buzzed the artificial cock in her swampy slit, her clit seemed to burst like a full balloon, and climax overtook her. "What a feeling, Cummmmmmmming, aaaagh, oh yes." She let go the vibrator and raised both arms and legs upward, her body writhing, groaning with rapture. She couldn't stop wiggling, even as he froze, and she felt her bowel fill. He was shooting, that hot spunk deep inside her, and the power of her fulfillment made her mind go blank. Her arms and legs collapsed, and all she could do was moan. In her stupor, she felt his body press to her, the plastic cock slip out, and she kept a little of his tool in her by pulling her legs up against her chest. His firm, muscular body pressed to her. His mouth found hers. It seemed far away, yet welcome. How could something so good be wrong, she wondered, but as the rush eased, the worry about the seeming perversity of their coupling returned. She felt his cock slip out of her asshole, and liquid drained onto the couch. "Oh Peter, I'm making a mess." His head raised, and they began to giggle, the wonder at their pleasure and the surprise of it absurd in the calm descending on them. Two mature adults fucking like brutal rabbits. Yet tremors of their lovemaking kept returning fitfully, reminding them that it was true. She shivered. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, and they cuddled under the sheets, both still breathing heavily. "Stay with me, Victoria. This is not to be believed." He used funny phrases like that occasionally, she supposed implying some foreign language syntax. Connie was home with Debbie. It was a little past midnight. There was time. Vicky opened her mind, and began to spill out the feelings she couldn't deal with, starting with the first guy who attacked her, and finishing with the effect he seemed to have on her tonight, becoming a wild thing when she had been sedate all her life. When she finished, he admitted the power their meetings had to overpower his lifelong calm. "As though you draw me in, Victoria. It's different for me, your beauty gives you such a hold on me." She echoed his thought. "I feel like two people, lover. One shy and on a first date, the other a prisoner of our sexual impulses. I see you so handsome, so confident, yet wild with me. Joining this thrill in hurting myself, others." She felt tears start. "It scares me. But it's so wonderful." He held her tightly. "We've opened something in ourselves, Peter. It must have limits, we're not crazy. But I haven't found mine yet, have you?" "No, I suppose not, Victoria, my darling. But I fear losing you." She smiled at him. Chapter Five "Jesus, he's a fucking dream come true, Vic. How the hell did you find him?" "You wouldn't believe it, Con." They were getting plates of ice cream ready, while Peter and Debbie chatted in the dining room. The evening had been tense for Vicky, but Peter had seemed his usual relaxed, calm self. "Suave and sexy at the same time. I think he must be rich, too. All that about Hong Kong and the Chinese takeover. Wow." Connie had dressed in a very sexy way, the old competition with her older sister reasserting itself in her new freedom. Vicky felt surrounded by lovers. She felt confusing tension. "Jimmy likes it a lot, Peter. He says it settles his mind. And keeps him in shape in the winter." "There are many layers, Deborah. It is a mental discipline, but becomes more eventually. Centuries ago only religious men were permitted to learn the arts. In today's world, it is becoming something new. I'm really not sure what." Connie put a plate in front of him, carelessly brushing his shoulder with her chest. "Well, I think it's smelly and weird, Peter. But Vicky sure is good at it." "So is Peter, Con. He makes me look like an amateur." He grinned at her. "Victoria. Tch tch." She laughed. At some level, they were still getting to know each other. He had a wry, very subtle sense of humor. He had been egging Connie on gently the whole evening, glancing at Vicky as he did it. It was funny, she felt no jealousy. They had become so certain of the powerful animal attraction between them that flirting was just a game. He did it more than she did, but the several dates they had had since that first evening had always played out the same way. They would have a normal, pleasant time, then go back to his apartment or the dojo and explore their violent impulses. They played with the vibrator, both using it as they fucked. They pretended angry, furious rape. They had tried bondage, but neither enjoyed it. Often, their first act of the evening would be like that, savage and strange. Then he would do his tender, long lasting stimulation of her, and she found herself wanting both aspects of their bodies' desire. He enjoyed his wealth, the fawning in restaurants, the easy tickets to whatever they wanted. Debbie and Connie were getting used to her staying with him all night, and she had new clothes at his apartment now. That first time she had come home on Sunday morning, Debbie had revealed her already active sexlife, and Vicky had felt a strange surge of happiness. Better to find out early than endure this ambivalent confusion she felt. Peter kept telling her she was evolving in her mind. She supposed he was right. This evening was the first meeting with Debbie, and her daughter was as taken as Connie. "Can Jimmy come over after dinner, Mom? He wants to meet a real master." Vicky felt her life spinning out of control. She and Connie made wild lesbian love often, even as Connie attended counseling with Steven. "He's just bullshitting, Vic. He's afraid of what it'll cost him." Steven had stayed away from the house. Two nights ago, at three in the morning, she had called him. "Peter, I need you. Now. Please, come get me." They hadn't even made it to the park. She had writhed on top of him in the passenger seat, their heat fogging the windows, her wanton desire fueling his fury. Cumming twice. Scratching his shoulders through his silk shirt. And still he came back, never tiring. Part of her kept thinking he would get disgusted with her rampant appetite. Her reverie was interrupted by a sharp banging at the door. "Debbie, Debbie." It was Jimmy. When her daughter threw open the door, Jimmy lurched in, his face bloody, his shirt torn. "Bastards. Lock it, babe. They're right behind me." Vicky ran over behind her daughter and saw six big young men running down the street toward them. She helped pull Jimmy inside, but held the door open, looking over her shoulder at Peter. He had enjoyed the dinner. "Both of us had a hand in it" Victoria had said. Her sister was what she appeared, a soft, sexy beauty. Fun to flirt with. Her daughter was a blonde version of her mother, big tits and trim. Bright eyes that reminded him of Victoria's passion. He felt heat for them both. Ever since meeting his amazon, his mind freely surfaced feelings he had always repressed. He could still maintain his exterior placidness, but his mental life had assumed a freedom totally new to his experience. And Victoria never disappointed him. They were completely candid now with each other. He knew about her sexual relationship with Constance. He seemed to thrive on the auburn haired vixen's rampaging lust. She relaxed more, let her beauty and gorgeous body show easily, yet maintained that reserve in public. But she was his wanton master in the long nights they spent together. In spite of strange, sometimes vicious acts, they kept getting closer. He could no longer even imagine life without her. He saw her look of excitement when the kid came stumbling in the house. Another battle. How they both loved this. No thought of trying to find a peaceful resolution. Rising excitement. He rose to join her, stripping off his jacket as she pushed down her tight skirt. The black thong panties he loved, so sensual he had bought her a dozen pairs. So he could rip them off. He felt himself harden as they went out on the lawn to face the guys racing toward them. They were big, and the need for caution was obvious. A couple of them showed some blood, so Debbie's boyfriend must have landed some blows. They carefully stayed defensive as the strong men attacked, vulnerable to well aimed kicks in their stomachs. After a few minutes they all had lost oxygen, and he and Victoria started in, chopping and inflicting pain. He loved his glimpses of her strained body, bouncing tits under her tee shirt, groin flexing sexily. The fierce pleasure on her face as they landed debilitating kicks and fists. As though in silent consultation, they stretched the fight out. No quick knockouts. Easy wounding, hurting but not eliminating the ability to keep erect. Reveling in their exertion. Smiling now, enjoying it as always. Hearing the groans of pain. Grinding their victims slowly to bruised, bloody heaps of defeated flesh. Catching each other's eyes occasionally, sharing their excitement. The now beaten kids staggered away one by one, limping and wailing. Some neighbors had come out to watch. Finally the last crept away, and as he and Victoria touched shoulders watching, lust bloomed with its familiar call. As they turned and went back into the house, Constance was standing there. She must have watched the whole thing, and her eyes had the same wild desire, the rampaging need for gratification. "Debbie's in the kitchen with Jimmy. Please, please, let's all go upstairs." He looked at Victoria, and saw assent, and eager anticipation. Constance ran ahead of them, pulling the zipper of her dress down frantically. He put his arm around Victoria, feeling her damp flesh so firm to his touch. They were both a little breathless, but he noticed her hips swinging blatantly, her way of showing her want. His prick was stiff as a board. Vicky was soaring. God it felt great, alive and stimulating, the little nicks stinging pleasantly. And now they could use Connie in their triumph, watch her writhing softness respond along with each other, taste her cream, luxuriate in her admiration and completion. She watched her sister stripping off the thin bra, full round boobs jiggling out on her chest, groaning. Peter was flushed and his pants were tented. She pulled off the tee shirt, watching his eyes widen as her braless globes of succulent titflesh lept into sight. Her nipples were already hard, tingling even as Connie threw herself to the bed, legs splayed. Vicky fell beside her, rubbing the light brown bush with her open hand, laughing throatly as the wide hips humped to the pressure. Connie hadn't even worn panties tonight. Just as she got two fingers buried deep in the blonde pussy, wiggling to stimulate all the nerves in there, Peter flopped down on the other side, sandwiching the younger sister. He concentrated on Connie's tits. Vicky could see his hot eyes, a familiar sight when he caressed her own globes. He loved tits. "Con, tickle me, my pussy honey." She felt the response, a hand slipping familiarly under the black thong, inside her already foaming tunnel, knowledgably stimulating her clitty, kneading the g spot. Peter was sucking on the firm pillows of tender flesh writhing to his lips' touch. Vicky lowered her mouth to Connie's, her tongue darting out. The three wormed slowly together, hot skin seeking contact in this sensuous package, the smell of vaginal cream creating a musky odor that overcame them all. For minutes, they kept writhing, the pressure increasing, and with it the heated tingling of the two women. But in Vicky's keening mind, there was Peter needing release. It had to be fast, as always following their victories. "Peter, I'll get on top of Con. Fuck both our cunts, darling. Get us both off." His head came up, a look of passionate delight showing. What a woman. Pulling her panties off, she rolled atop her sister, as he scrambled to the bottom of the bed, and on his knees, slammed his stiff prick deep into the blonde. It was as smooth and wet as Vicky's. Connie squealed with the penetration, gasping out "Oh yes, fuck my tight pussy Peter. Oh what a man, mmmmph." Vicky was rubbing the blonde bush with her own pubic bone, and closed Connie's mouth with a fiery kiss. Then Vicky felt him sink into her own box, and Connie humped up to bump her love button. She felt his groin make contact with her ass cheeks, and the tickle of his cock hair combined with her mind's euphoria to bring her up to the wide, sensual plateau of near completion. As he stroked viciously, the two women rubbed their boobs against each other. He changed again, and then again. The two sisters moaned with the alternation and dazzling stimulation. Con would groan when he left her, and each time he returned, would gasp harder. She was very excited, and her hips were in constant motion. Then her face began a rapturous grimacing. "Vic, Vic, my pussy's empty, oh there, he's back, oh yeeeeeeeees." Connie's hips went out of control now, wiggling and fucking, banging against her sister's slit as Peter's cock got her home. "Cummmmmmmmmmm." He stroked into the orgasming woman, helping her soar in fulfillment. As her cries eased, Vicky felt his chest on her back, and again his magnificent tool filled her. "My darling amazon, my whore, cum for me, take my essence in your sweet body." She wiggled frantically with her eyes closed, trying to help his cock pummel her, to increase the depth of his thrusts. Connie was gasping into her mouth, and his fucking sped up as she sensed his swelling member's excitement. Her cum hit like a train, and the intensity of it made her rise, pushing back against him harder. His head buried in her hair, with his lips fastened to her neck, sucking hard. "Unnnnnh" she groaned as waves of sensation coursed through her. She felt his hands over her breasts, and covered them with her own, as they swayed above Connie's still prone voluptuousness. His cock was still moving, until she heard a little grunt, and he froze. Then she felt his hot jism in her contracting cunt, pouring in. She let go his hands at her chest, and wrapped her fingers in his hair, rising to a vertical position, and pulling his lips even more firmly to her tender, pulsating neck. "Mark me, lover. Brand me." She felt his mouth giving her a hickey, luxuriating in its tingling vacuum. Her body was flushing with her release, the wonderful thrills strong and sharp. He humped again, and she felt more spunk. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Debbie was breathless with desire as she watched her mother, Aunt, and that studly Peter getting it on so hard. She had watched the first couple of minutes of the fight, then went out to put iodine on Jimmy's cuts. He was sitting on a chair. She sat on his lap as she did it, and with each jab of pain his dong hardened. She giggled as it pushed harder and harder against her cuntlips through the white panties. "You naughty boy. I thought you were hurt." She felt his hands start rubbing her tits through the blouse and bra. "You sexy cunt. Mmmm, god what boobs." Just then, they heard the front door close, and Debbie suspected the three adults were going up to have at it. Fights always did that to Mom. She knew her mother and Aunt Connie were playing around, and had seen the satisfied look Mom always had when she came home from staying overnight with Peter. He was so sexy, cool and yet flirty. Her pussy tingled. But Jimmy's hips were starting, and his big cock needed her attention. He had turned out to be a really good lover, getting her off delighfully, sometimes twice a night. He could really stay hard a long time. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants. The big tool lept out, head red, stiff and inviting. She loved sucking it. There was a little drop in the slit already. "Oh you are naughty" she whispered and licked the little drop. "What about them, Deb? They might catch us. Shit, your Mom'd kick my ass." "I think they'll be upstairs a while, stud. Don't worry, we can hear them come down." She wrapped her lips around the hot, pear shaped top of his neat prick, savoring the salty taste. It was bigger than most, and he loved her hot mouth, and the way she deep throated it. He said most girls couldn't. She did it now, pushing it down into her throat, wondering what Peter's would be like. Debbie's mind wandered as she distracted him with her skillful blow job. Aunt Connie had answered most of her questions when they first moved in, and she didn't hesitate to find out whether sex was as good as some of her friends said. Even the first time, when her cherry hurt so bad, she had gotten off at the end, and since then had developed a lot of experience. It was tricky to get laid when she always had to be in fairly early, but her sexy body let her entice progressively more attractive boys. She always told them her Mom assumed nothing could happen if she wasn't out late. "Don't get her pissed off, stud." Jimmy was a good fuck, but not very bright. Peter's easy charm had taught her a lot in a couple of hours about what a really attractive man was like. Her Mom was so happy, seemed so fulfilled lately. He must be terrific in bed. When she saw the two of them so obviously able to overcome the six guys who beat up Jimmy, she realized that must be part of the attraction. There had always been a sexual overtone to Mom's fights. She realized Jimmy was starting to groan louder. Releasing his cock, she stood in front of him and loosened the bra without taking her blouse off. Her nice big tits flopped out, and his eyes widened. The nipples were already stiff. She pulled her skirt up and stripped off the white panties, letting him see her thin, fuzzy tan bush. She rubbed her slit, but it was already moist from the excitement of sucking his prick. "Wanna fuck, huh stud. Wanna get in my hot cunt. Beg, baby. Tell me how much you want it." He started babbling "You bitch, you sexy bitch. Sit on me Deb. Fuck my brains out. That pussy of your is so hot. I need it bad." Holding his heated eyes, she positioned her hips over his stiff member, and let it open her twatlips. The first contact always sent lovely waves of thrills into her. She sighed with delight, holding there briefly, then slowly sunk down, letting his thick flesh enter her. "Aaaaaaah" she breathed as the fullness started her heated fervor. "So big, so nice." She sucked on his mouth, tonguing him as he returned her kiss wildly. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, while he kneaded her boobs. The rising passion started her mind into the hazy pleasure she loved so much, her clitty radiating tingling sensation. "Mmmmmmm." But they better not take too long, she thought, and squeezed her knees to increase the pressure on his tool. Her hips started rising and falling, and she heard his breathing start getting raspy. He was often nice and slow, but seemed to be particularly turned on tonight. Maybe everybody got like that with fighting, or pain. His thick cock was terrific, punching her clit, stroking her tunnel firmly. She felt him pinching her nipples, sending jolts into her chest and down to her pussy. "Mmmmm, neat, neat." He broke their kiss, and started sucking on the red nipples with a hungry mouth, and she arched against the pressure. Time to get going, she marveled, and whispered "Hurry, hurry." She felt his hips start to hump up to each of her own movements, and the speed of their fucking increased to a frantic pace, as both felt a little nervous about the adults. By concentrating on her clit, Debbie found herself tipping over toward a good climax, and he seemed really excited. It was nice in the back seat of his parents' Cadillac too, but this had a measure of danger that added spice. She felt the edge getting nearer and nearer. She clenched her cuntal muscles, putting more squeeze on his thrusting cock. He jumped as she did it, and then his spasming hips lost their smooth pace and began jerking up and freezing. Then another furious single hump, then another. She liked the fierceness of it. She was there, right on the edge, and kept moving on him, waiting for his dong to start spitting. It was always nice when she could feel hot jism as she came. "Deb, Deb, I'm gonna fill you up. Here it comes, here it......Ungghhh." She felt it, that warm wet heat at the top of her box, coating her pussy's walls. She lunged down on his boner twice, and drove herself into the abyss of pleasure she had wanted, with his stuff spurting into her. "Unh, Unh. Me too studly. Yeahhhhhhhh." It lasted nicely, waves of heat jumping up to flush her skin. She felt her cunt contracting on him. But it didn't rival the passion she had seen in her Mom. Peter must really be something. She had kicked Jimmy out. "You've had yours for tonight, stud. It was terrific. Now let me make sure they're okay." She wasn't exactly surprised to see Peter boffing both women, though obviously he concentrated on Mom. She almost ripped her clothes off and went in to try to get some of his attention, but decided that was pushing things. The mutual affection was too strong, though obviously they could handle sex in a lot of ways. Better to bide her time, go through Mom. Besides, she'd never made it with a woman, but wanted to try it. Her mother's body was so neat when she peeped at it from the bed they shared, so lithe and firm. Muscled so well, putting all other women her age to shame. She had always wished she could explore that body, wondering what a pussy other than her own felt like when it orgasmed. But until recently, it would have offended Mom. Now, maybe not. Aunt Connie said all the girls in their family were sexy. "Vic and your Dad were hot as hell, Deb. You wouldn't have known. They always acted so conservative in public." So Debbie figured she came by her wildness naturally. As she showered before going to bed, her mind buzzed with plans, excited about what was going on down the hall. She decided to sleep in the nude, thinking about waking up with Mom tomorrow morning. Chapter Six As she awoke, the first thing she noticed was a smell of soap. Then she peeked over and saw the big tits outlined under a thin sheet, and that auburn hair cascading over the pillow. Mom had slept much more soundly since she met Peter, and her face in repose was so pretty now, relaxed and content. Debbie wiggled over and hugged to the warm, firm body beside her. The contact drew a little movement and a sleepy smile. Debbie snuggled closer, and breathed in her mother's ear. She let her pussy press lightly into the muscled hip. Her mind was filled with the images from last night. Her stomach tightened as she remembered the sexy position the three had been in. Dimly, she wished she had taken advantage of the timing, sure they would all have welcomed her in their passion. The restrictions of teenaged life had never permitted her the chance to be involved in sex with several partners, but she had dreamed about it, and her excitement at seeing it live last night made her groan. She felt her cunt start to moisten, and humped gently into her mother. There was more movement, and a little sleepy smile. Debbie put her hand lightly on the bare groin of her mother, feeling the firm muscles and bare skin beneath the hem of the thin shortie that had ridden up to her waist. Another image came back, of the gaping hard climax she had seen in that lovely face last night. The new hairdo, the sexier dresses, all came back to thrill the teenager, so happy that Mom had finally returned to the passionate woman she knew had hidden behind the pain of Dad's loss. Her fingertips touched the mass of thick pubic hair, so much fuller and heavier than hers. Her mind kept crying caution, even as her pussy creamed and she felt rising desire. This was neat and sexy, the warmth and intimacy of the bed combining with her mother's imposing strength. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." She let her index finger sneak down to the little button surrounded by thick hair at the beginning of the puffy slit. She thought she felt it jump. Her mother rolled over and hugged to her. "Yes darling, I'm here. Mommy's here." The sudden movement increased the pressure of her hand in her mother's bush, and Debbie's mind began to seethe. She felt lips on her cheek. "Oh Mommy, I love you." Debbie pushed two fingers inside her mothers body, with her palm on the clitoris, imitating the way she beat off. She turned her head and locked her lips to the moist mouth at her cheek. Vicky wakened slowly, coming out of a dream in which she was again making love to Con. Her body was roiling with sensual desire. She realized she was kissing her daughter. But in her sleepy haze, she was not immediately shocked. It was only an extension of their love, she was sure, another caress. She kissed with more pressure, wanting, still filled with love, feeling heat in her groin. She heard Debbie whisper her love. A thrill of pleasure lanced into her groin. Then, with a start, she realized a hand was massaging her pussy, making it damp. She jerked her head back and stared at her teenaged child. "Oh Mommy, I saw you and Aunt Connie, I wanted to see what it was like, I love you, please, please." Vicky felt a haze, a glow of warmth. But this was wrong, evil. Yet she knew her daughter was sexually active, and curious. And it did feel good, their intimacy, the kiss, the soft hand in her cunt. Debbie rolled to her, seeking her lips again, murmuring "Mommy, sweet Mom, my sexy Mom." Vicky's mind spun, but the touch of their lips felt wonderful, soft and new. Her pussy was tingling pleasantly. Love won, and she pushed Debbie's head back down to the pillow, opening her mouth and inserting her tongue. Debbie groaned, and her own tongue licked out to duel erotically. Vicky's hand drifted down to the soft fur of her daughter's little box, and was surprised to feel the clit already stiff, and cream already flowing. Debbie humped her hips to the caress. "Mmmmmmm, that feels so gooood, Mommy." Their embrace grew slowly more feverish. Both mouths opened wider, and Vicky felt Debbie's tits, amazingly firm and full, pressing into her own. It was so good, so exciting. The nipples were stiff, and she traced the tender young flesh. She pulled the sheet off, staring at her daughter's voluptuous nudity. It was her body, softer and less fit, but shapely and curved, full breasts pillowed on a chest that narrowed to slim, sexy hips. The pubic mound was big and puffy, with soft, downy tan hair. Long legs whose toes were pointed with tension. So pretty, so enticing to her mother. Vicky groaned and her face began kissing down the smooth skin toward that lovely pussy. As she wet the little bellybutton, and licked down the abdomen, she felt breath on her own cuntal mound, and a tongue flick lightly on her clitty. "Oh Mommy, you're wet already. This is so nice." Vicky sniffed at the pouty lips of the pink membranes exposed by Debbie's spread legs, recognizing her own odor. She rolled on top of the writhing body of her blonde child as her mouth covered the sweet slit waiting for her attention, and tasted the cream of the golden reward for her years of devotion to this young teen. At the same time, tingles of thrilling excitement came from the mouth kissing her own slit. She lost herself in the lovely langour of this lesbian sixty nine with Debbie. Their mouths began a fevered sucking and tonguing. Low moans began to fill the room, as gentle intimacy was replaced in their minds with fervent need. The smell of their cream infused their senses. Early morning sex was so intense, thought Vicky, so sweet and strong. Both hips began writhing in rising desire. Mindless striving for completion captured both sexy women. Release came quickly in the soft light of the warm room. Debbie soared in a wild explosion totally new to her, without a cock inside her, but far better than masturbation. Vicky revelled in a whirling orgasm colored by the added affection for her blooming daughter's adoration. Their bodies stayed pressed together as climax took them into a wonderful floating euphoria. Each mouth, driven by their long intimacy, here in their own bed, ministered gently to the other's pleasure. It faded eventually, and Vicky twisted around to hug to her blonde child and lover. They pulled the sheet back over their nakedness, and cuddled in their afterglow. The new closeness made Debbie dare to ask "Mommy, please, can I do it with you and Peter?" In her giddy happiness, Vicky murmured "You little vixen, how can I say no? I saw his eyes on you. But be careful, dear. He's mine." And as she said it, Victoria Pleasance knew that she was committed to Peter now, and to an exploration of sexuality she would never have dreamed of a few weeks ago. Peter was surprised when he got the call from the receptionist. "A Mrs. Victoria Pleasance to see you and Jack, Pete." You and Jack? What the hell sort of surprise did she have for him now? "Send her right up, no on second thought, I'll come down." As he took the flight of stairs two at a time, his mind whirled. She looked spectacular, a pair of tight jeans, a tee shirt, and a blazer with low heels beneath a made up face and styled hairdo. He kissed her cheek, as she smiled at him innocently. "Surprised, darling? I thought you would be. I want to say hello to Jack, and ask him if he might like to go out with Connie. And I want to see where you work, so I can picture you when we talk on the phone." He kept his cool, but asked "You sure that's a good idea, Victoria?" He punched the button for the elevator, but she suggested they take the stairs. As soon as they entered the privacy of the stairwell, they kissed passionately. He felt himself harden as he always did with her. She smiled her evil, naughty boy grin, and humped her hips at his stiffness. "I want to make up with him, darling. I know you trust him, and Connie needs to date someone we can be certain will be careful, because of the divorce." "You mean he can't make a move on her, Victoria? Gee, I can't guarantee that, knowing Jack." "No darling, it's because of legalities. She's not supposed to see anyone until they get a separation agreement. But I don't have to tell you she's horny." They both chuckled. "If he doesn't make a move, she'll be disappointed. And you can tell him that." They both laughed again. It went pretty well. Jack was stiff at first, but the change in her was clear, and she made an effort to put him at ease. He had heard enough about Connie to know she was good looking, and when he told her about Victoria's comments, Jack was immediately excited. "Geez, its practically an invitation for a piece of ass, Peter. As long as I don't run out of mouthwash. You think she's pretty sexy, huh?" He had his head down, hiding a grin. "I don't think you'll be disappointed, pal." So that Saturday night, he found himself in the good Italian place he had invested in, with both Victoria and Deborah. His brunette wore a black, low cut gown he had bought her, that emphasized her full tits, and hugged her wonderful body. She wore the tall heels again. Deborah looked like a much older woman, in a red mini dress with a dark blue scarf at the waist, and spike heels that made her almost as tall as her mother. Her pale blonde hair was piled on top of her head. He didn't think Victoria wore a bra. "Can't we be alone tonight, dear?" As they had planned the stay at home dinner Connie was making for Jack, he had whispered it to her. "Oh, Debbie will be nice company for us darling. You'll see." She had kissed him lightly. "You'll see." And the sixteen year old was fun. She and her mother had an easy intimacy that was very natural, and both flirted gently with him. She had many of Victoria's traits, but laughed more easily, and was unrestrained when she liked anything. "Wow, what a dish. Is that oregano, Peter? It rocks." He felt them both touching his knees under the table. He began to get the feeling he was being seduced. The idea excited him. As they left the restaurant, he asked Deborah "Shall we stop and pick out a couple of tapes you can watch tonight? There's a store just there." The blonde giggled, exchanging a look with her mother. "That's okay, Peter, there's a party I can go to. But Mom said I could come see your apartment." As they walked toward his building, he pondered the developing situation. The flirting sexual tension that had built up told him he was going to have both mother and daughter tonight. Both were gorgeous, erotic women, and his new found comfort with his sensual urges made him anticipate the evening with delight. Debbie was a younger, spicier version of her mother, and he knew he loved Victoria. They had never spoken those words to each other, but he had felt, tonight, a stronger commitment from her. And she seemed so sure of the strength of their relationship that giving their bodies to others, just as they gave themselves to the fighting, did not threaten the certainty of their bond. For some time, he had worried that one of these experiments would somehow separate them, but lately, ever since the frantic evening with Connie, he had realized it actually strengthened their love. But he always waited for her to discuss these matters, his innate caution too strong to resist. He looked over at the little blonde, and she grinned back with what was unmistakably a leer. When he looked over at Victoria, she was grinning too. As they entered the apartment, the lights already dim, he busied himself lighting some candles and opening another bottle of wine. As he carried it out of the kitchen, Victoria stood behind Deborah, and both were staring at him. The blonde hair was already loosened from its pins, and framed her lovely young face. He smiled, set down the bottle, and pulled off his jacket and tie. "Okay, ladies. I get the idea." They all laughed throatily. He heard the zipper of the teen's dress. "She seduced me the other morning, Peter. The little vixen. And to my surprise, it was terrific." Victoria slid the dress down slowly, and Deborah stepped out of it, giggling with giddy excitement. She was wearing a see through bra that enhanced her firm boobs, and showed dark nipples. She had on a pair of the black thong panties. "I lent her those, darling. They look good on her, don't you think?" Victoria ran her hands over her daughter's lush young body. It was her mother's without the development. Big firm tits. A trimmed, pouty cunt. Nice long legs, lengthened by her spike heels. "She's very horny, dear. My family all are. She wants something more than jocks with big cocks." Her hand slipped inside the lower edge of the black triangle in the blonde's crotch, and the movement caused a jerk of the trim hips, and a little gape in the pretty face. Deborah's hands moved up to her hair, as her voluptuous young body strained forward sexily, and her eyes closed. "Mommy, oh Mommy." The mother continued "She wants to know what a man of intellect and character is like to be intimate with. I want her to find out, Peter. But we both agree, you're mine. Aren't you?" He tore his eyes away from the undulating blonde teen, and held her's. "You know that I am, Victoria. I think you've known that since we met." In this strange whirl they were in, she had used more endearments tonight than he could remember before. Strangely, these weird sexual fantasys brought her real feelings to the surface. He pulled off his shirt. Her mother unhooked the teen's bra and as she slid it forward, cupped her daughter's full titties to his hungry stare. "They're awfully pretty, aren't they Peter. They're firmer than mine. And such a handful." The tan line was only two triangles barely surrounding the full, pouty nipples, and were phenomenally sexy against the deeply tanned teen's chest. "And her pussy is so well developed, darling." The thong slid downward, and the small tuft of light brown, trimmed hair framed with a white triangle of untanned skin above the split puffy cuntlips made his heart pound. He could already see the clitty swelling and poking out saucily. Debbie felt the keening in her mind, the roar in her ears, the foaming in her pussy. Mom was parading her naughtily before her man, and he was going with it. She had only vaguely heard the conversation, but could see Peter was going to do her, and the thrill of anticipation coursed in her groin. She felt her bra unsnapped, and arched out as her titties puckered in their freedom. "Aaaah. Yesssss." Then she felt the panties slip down, over her heels, and spread her legs slightly. Her mother's hand returned to her furry box, and the thrills started again. She stretched her arms out toward Peter, grinding her pussy a little. He came quickly to her, and picked her up like a toy, moving toward the bedroom. She heard her mother whisper "Here, darling. Hips on the edge." When he set her down on the smooth satin sheet, she lifted her feet, hooking her heels on the mattress, with her legs spread, watching their eyes. She chuckled as they both ogled her gaping cunt. She watched as both the adults stripped quickly. His firm, muscular body was so compact, and the brown skin was smooth and almost hairless. Mom's fantastically fit nudity as her wriggling out of the dress made her flex was an incredible turn on. They stared at each other as they finally stood, arched nude bodies glorious, in pleasure at their exposure together. Debbie groaned as she felt cream in her box, and Peter's head sunk toward her swampy cunt. "Oh yes, Peter, yes." She reached back to find a pillow that supported her head so she could watch as he leaned down, supporting himself with his arms on the sheet, letting his mouth sink toward her writhing groin. Just before he made contact, she saw Mom's head between his legs, taking that big cock into her mouth. Then she squealed as his mouth surrounded her cunt. As she felt the suction drawing juice from her, and felt the tongue moving firmly but slowly in her hole, then up to her clit, she groaned with the sexy picture they all made in her fevered imagination. Her gorgeous mother, sitting between his strong legs, sucking on the neat cock. Her own opulent body writhing as he ate her out so expertly, so smoothly. All she could actually see now was his eyes watching her as she gasped with the pleasure his lips and tongue were giving her. His movements seemed to be timed with her hips' surges, and her squeaks of pleasure. Debbie soared with the growing passion boiling in her groin. This man was so much better than those high school hunks, no frantic slobbering in her cunt, no quick jumps on top of her, but thoughful seduction that kept her rising need tingling delightfully. Even as she felt him sucking her little clitty between his lips, slowly drawing his tongue across its twitching nerves, she began to know what true sophistication was. "Oh Peter, so good, so fine. Mommy, Mommy he's fantastic." She thought she heard an answering grunt of agreement. She felt his hands caress up her abdomen and grip her bobbies, and covered them with her own, trying to get him to mash her hard. As her blood boiled hotter and hotter, she wanted brutal use of her flesh by this elegant father/lover. He seemed to sense her increased savagery, and she felt pinching and twisting as teeth nipped at her clitty. "Aaagh yes, that way, hard Peter, hurt me, ohhhhhhh." She was twisting and wiggling, starting to go out of control. Again, he seemed to sense her surging desire, the growing, building need, and rose to grin evilly as his cock slid up and down her sopping wet slit. Her eyes widened with anticipation of finally feeling him inside her, and she felt her mother's lips at her ear. At the same moment, the mouth sucked and tongue licked, stimulating her just as that lovely cock began sinking into her foaming box. "Aaaaaagh." squealed the young blonde wildly into the soft candle lit room. The turgid member began a rhythmic fucking, sliding against her spasming cunt button as she spilled over into a floating euphoria of nearing release and completion. Her hips began humping to his thrusts, trying to get more and more pressure. She wrapped her legs convulsively around his hips, and began pulling with each penetration of her body. Then she smelled her mother's musky cream, and her eyes snapped open to see the fat pussy sinking toward her mouth. Her tongue licked frantically out and dove between the folds, tasting that lovely tart juice and tickling the firm clit. She heard a delighted groan from above her, but her mind whirled away from any rationality, and she abandoned herself to the exciting plateau of sensation. She fought against the urge to let herself go, wanting this sensual fucking to go on and on forever. Her mother's pussy was pulsating firmly at her mouth, and cream was flowing onto her cheeks as well as into her sucking mouth. Peter stroked on and on, increasing the pace of his hips gradually. Debbie felt her hands raking at her mother's stomach, and hands still kneading her tits. It was too much, and she let the wonder of it consume her. Orgasm so powerful she could not breathe crashed from her writhing hips all over her body, as a blush of perspiration bloomed under her arms. As she humped, she felt a spurt of hot jism in her box, filling her and violently spurring her cum. She was groaning against the warm, wet flesh pressing at her face, and her legs tightened with fervor around Peter's churning ass cheeks. She felt her tongue squeezed by the contracting cunt spasming in her face, and realized as she heard groans echoing dimly in her ears that they were all cumming at the same time. The thrills rampaging in her wanton haze surpassed all her past experience. Debbie felt herself being gently pushed up to the head of the bed, and Peter and her mother press to her as they all sighed with their unique completion. "Oh Mommy, Peter, that can't be the last, can it? Didn't you like it, oh I never had any cum like that." She was sinking into a soft fog, only barely conscious. She heard him whisper "You were right, Victoria. I see." Connie was taken by surprise at her nevousness about a date with Jack. She knew he was different than Peter, "Worlds apart" said Vic. "But he's nice looking, and big. Just relax, dear. See how it goes." When he rang the door, she met him before Vicky had a chance to, and shook his hand. She had decided to dress conservatively, and had her long black sheath on that just hinted at her curvaceous body. But she was careful about her makeup, made sure her hair was neat and a little sexy, and wore the spike heels that lengthened her legs. By the time Vicky and Debbie left fifteen minutes later with Peter, they were sitting together on the couch, talking and giggling happily, sipping drinks. He had a cute, racy sense of humor that Connie loved after years without much flirting in her life. He was a sharp contrast to the sedate, calm Peter. And she thought he was very good looking, in a rough, Irish way that was awfully attractive. Another ten minutes later, as she chuckled over a clever, off color remark he made about bankers' sex lives, she put a hand to his cheek. She knew he was turned on to her, and recognized the tingling in her own stomach caused by their nearness. "Look, Jack, I want to change. You deserve better than this dress. Make yourself another drink,and one for me. I won't be long." Before he could protest, she was upstairs. Five minutes later, she came down wearing the Fredrick's of Hollywood number she had never tried before. It was a dark red, with a narrow strip that looped around her neck from the waist, barely covering her bare tits, tight around the hips. Panties would have ruined the effect. It was slit on one side, and each step revealed her legs and a little full hip. He called out as he heard her coming down the stairs "Hey, babe, didn't take..... Wow." She gave him her best smile, wide and inviting. "Like it Jack? It's a new dress. It's a turn on, don't you think?" She thought she saw a little lurch in his pants She walked up and pressed herself to him, letting her soft boobs and pussy be obvious. "I don't believe in wasting time, Jack. I've had six years of shit, and now I'm ready for some fun." She nuzzled to his cheek, and felt his cock jump into her tummy. "Mmmm, baby." He had a surprised yet pleased look on his face, and she swung into the kitchen. The dining room was set already, but she brought two plates with the chicken breasts and vegetables to the coffee table in the living room, and they ate quickly. He couldn't keep his eyes off her full boobs, and the hint of her groin as she moved in the tiny dress. A small bite of chicken fell on her thigh at one point, and she looked down at it, then into his eyes. "Help me with that, please baby." He grinned and sucked it up with his lips, drawing the moment out, making it a kiss of her warm flesh. When he straightened, her eyes were closed and she had a soft look of enjoyment lighting up her face. She was feeling warm and dreamy by the time they finished the plates. "There's a salad and dessert, if you want, Jack." He leaned into her and they kissed, firmly and open mouthed. "Maybe later, Connie." His hand slipped slowly under the dress to her tingling tittie. She sucked in a breath at the first contact, feeling the tender nipple stiffen. His hands were smooth and firm, and she arched her chest out to his caress. Their kiss quickly became fiercely passionate. He pushed away the two strips of cloth and began kneading her breasts with abandoned energy, pinching and pulling, and she groaned with excitement. "Mmmmm, baby" she gurgled into his mouth. She felt one hand slide down to her naked thigh, and her hands pulled his mouth more tightly into her own, as their tongues dueled. She stood up suddenly, holding his gaze as she straightened the dress. She saw the disappointment in his face and grinned lasciviously. "I don't want the neighbors to see, darling. I have to be careful, you know." She twisted around and walked to the foot of the stairs, throwing her hips from side to side, showing him most of her butt. "Besides, the things I want to do to you are nicest in my bedroom. C'mon up." They both almost ran up the stairs, as he ripped off his jacket and shirt. She was standing at the foot of the large king size bed when he stopped in the doorway. She was pulling some pins out of her hair, and the long blonde mass fell sexily around her gaping face. He could see the little mound of her pubic bone outlined by the smooth satin of the erotic frock. He heard the zipper as her hands loosened the thing, and she pulled it quickly over her head. As she dropped it beside her, her naked body was posed nicely, one knee turned in slightly, and a trimmed pubic bush pouting out from her firm hips. Her titties puffed off her chest in magnificent splendor, heavy yet lithe, not sagging at all. He sucked in a breath. Jack had been pleasantly surprised by how gorgeous she was, and even more pleased by their quick and easy comfort with each other. She liked his conversation, and made several clever ripostes to his racier comments. By the time she changed into that fuck me dress he felt as though he had known her a long time, and was struck by the fact that their acceptance of getting it on made their relationship easy and comfortable immediately. He had never felt so relaxed with any woman, no matter how long he had known them. As he stared at her voluptuous body, his heart was tripping and his prick hard. As he pushed down his pants, she ogled his member, and breathed as it jumped up toward her "Ooooh, it's a big one. Oh boy." What a sexy woman, he marveled. She wriggled backwards on the bed, never taking her eyes off him as he hurried to her. "C'mon stud. Let me suck that monster." As he lay down beside her, her hand wrapped around his cock and she rolled to it, her hair tickling his stomach. He pushed it away so he could see her lips purse around the tingling head of his jumping tool. He felt her tongue lick the damp slit, then felt suction as she closed her mouth around it. Her warm lips sunk easily down, but she couldn't quite swallow all of his thick maleness. Then she began surging up and down, making him tingle and moan. He felt more pre cum leaking out, and her tongue licking it off the tiny slit. His hips started to undulate. As he stared down, her eyes met his, and he was entranced by the smile of enjoyment he saw from her stretched lips. She's a goddamn wet dream, he thought. He felt a finger poke into his ass hole, and probe up to his prostate. As she tickled it, the jump he gave in response made her giggle throatily, and he humped at her wildly. She let her head arch up, and her laugh of wild abandon and joy filled him with need. But she cocked her head at him, and murmured "Not yet, darling." With that, she spread eagled herself beside him, offering her slit to him. He groaned as he sunk his mouth into her wet box. As he fed hungrily in her foaming pussy, he heard her growling with deep, urgent desire, and felt her writhing hips trying to increase the pressure of his lips and tongue. He nuzzled and shook his head, trying to savagely maraud her, and she responded with more vigorous movement, groaning "Yes, yes, eat my hot cunt, baby." He felt his intense response to her freely expressed need. And she liked tough stuff, he realized as he started to nip lightly at her sizzling twat with his teeth. She yiped at his first bite, then moaned again, and urged him on with a hissed "Yessss." He kept at it slavishly, savoring the rich tart taste of her furry pussy. He nipped at the cuntlips, the clitty, even the thick tan hair just above her slit, and each bite made her gasp with pleasure, and she kept surging to him. Then suddenly, her movements became spasmodic, and he felt her velvet flesh contractiing on his tongue in her hole, and he realized she was cumming. He watched her roll and grind in her throes of fulfillment, and she was gloriously wanton and sexy. "Oh baby, baby, yeahhhhhhh." He kept tonguing, trying to give her as big a thrill as he could, wanting to please her desperately. She urged him on with low, feral groans. When she finally came to a stop, he straightened, and began rubbing his cockhead up and down her slit. She held his gaze with greedy eyes, and whispered to him "Yeah stud, fuck me now, oooooh sink that big thing inside my hot pussy." She humped up as he penetrated, and while he had intended a slow entry, found himself violently buried in this steaming harlot. "Aaaagh, what a cock, ummm get me, big boy, get meeeee." She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth down to hers with urgent haste, and her tongue was fucking wildly inside his lips. Even if he could have, there was no need for anything but frantic plunging of his tingling dong in and out of her writhing cunt. She was gasping loudly, mumbling "Yes, yes, yes." in time with his strokes, and he heaved with all his might as her legs wrapped around his and amplified his thrusts. It was violent and throbbing sex, primitive and wild. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and they fucked together with mindless savagery. They soared on, and he felt her cunt spasming around him, and realized she was close to cumming again. God what a sexy woman, he marveled once more. As her second orgasm hit, he pummeled her firmly, holding off with the barest margin of control as her face contorted and she gasped "Cummmmm, oh Jack you wonderful fucker, oh christ." He raised up to his knees watching her completion, an evil grin on his face. "Babe, babe, let me finish in your ass." It was one of his favorite things, and rare to find a woman who would go with it. But she returned his leer and reached down to pull his wet cock out of her foaming pussy, and spread her butt cheeks. "Go for it, stud. I like your thinking." He pushed at the tight, puckered rim she opened to him with her legs raised and spread, and sunk in slowly, trying to be gentle. She squeezed her eyes closed, biting her lip, but her ass bucked up to him and drove him deeper. "Oh god, hurt me, hurt me baby. Yeahh." He fell on top of her, his tingling dong flaming with excitement, and bottomed completely, eight thick inches buried in her tight bowel. She screamed in pain and pleasure. He could see perverse enjoyment in her lovely face. He stroked once, twice, then another rampaging thrust, and felt the pressure out of his balls. "Gonna cum, babe. Gonna fill your ass up." She grinned, gasped, and mumbled "Do it lover, do it. I'm still high with that last... Oh yeah, there it is, I feel it, ooooooowww." He was spurting forcefully, spunk shooting into her rear, and as he pulled out and sunk back, leaked the white goo down her butt crack. Their mouths joined as he humped with the wild climax roaring in his groin. He felt her hand between them diddling her clitty, and she was moaning again in what seemed to be her third cum. "Jack, Jack, baby, what a cock, oh yeahhhh." He felt her writhe up to him one more time, then collapse, her legs leaving his hips, and her arms spread wide on the sheet. Her eyes were rolling, as she moaned in awe at the tremors of release coursing through her. Ten minutes later, as they cuddled silently, both amazed at the glory of their bodies' fit, she asked him if he wanted dessert and coffee. "Just more of you, babe." She raised on an elbow, eyes wide, and asked "You can do it? After that?" He just grinned, and she hugged back to him, whispering "Mmmm, just call me, darling. Anytime, anywhere. I could make that a habit." As his mind went over the last hour, he recognized a feeling of closeness to this wild blonde he had never felt before, much less on a first date. Thank god he had listened to that sexy Vicky. "Hey babe, why is your divorce taking so long?" She hunched up and kissed him, breathing hard into his mouth, reaching for his already stiffening dong. "The bastard is trying to save a few bucks, Jack. I don't like giving in just on principle." He stared at her smiling beauty, feeling his stomach surge with desire, and offered "Let me help you, Connie. I want all your attention while we get to know each other, and no sneaking around shit." Her grin widened. As she held his eyes, she whispered "Yeah, I feel it too, baby. I think I've met the man and the cock of my dreams. We can talk about it tomorrow." She surged into him, groaning with ardent need. They had lolled together for half an hour. Then Peter got up and brought three glasses of wine in. "Can she have a drink, Victoria?" They all chuckled as Debbie took the initiative of throwing the sheet away from the two of them, and they both posed flagrantly as he handed them the glasses. He took a sip of his, and then spilled a little on both sets of tits. Vicky laughed as he began to lick the wet flesh of the delightful globes. "He loves tits, Deb. Look at the way he works at them. Feels good, huh." Debbie was already starting to breathe hard. Mother and daughter began to kiss languidly as Peter stimulated their breasts, and the wine was mixed with the strong smells of their bodies, mostly the musky scent of their pussy cream. "Can he get it up again, Mom?" "More than once, if he has to. We'll have to see, with both of us to take care of." Their kisses gradually became more passionate, until Debbie, gasping with desire whispered "Won't he mind, Mom. Geez." Vicky laughed. "He's a sexy guy, Deb. You'd be surprised, sometimes we fuck like rabbits. Isn't that so, darling." Peter lifted his head from Debbie's stiff nipple, and murmured "Number one son very horny." He ended up on his back, sucking Debbie's fragrant young pussy as Vicky rode his tool. He was able to reach around her soft teenage butt to pummel her tits, and Victoria covered his hands with her own. The teen added a free, uninhibited dimension to their already rampaging desire. They were a sensuous, lovely triangle, and he wondered if he could ever get enough of this wild, perverse pleasure. With the urgency of the first experience gone, he lasted through a long, glorious completion of incredible sweetness and sensuality. Later that night, as Debbie snored gently beside them, she kissed Peter with as much affection as passion. "I love you, Peter. I can't live without you now." His heart surged. "Darling, darling Victoria. You know I am devoted to you. Please, come to live with me, let me care for you, and Debbie." They both giggled like children. "We can marry, Victoria. Anytime you want." She took a deep breath. "I feel we should be a little cautious, dearest. We've only known each other a few weeks. But I think our destiny is together. We must settle down, let Debbie find her own level with us, learn more about each other. But we can be engaged if you wish." She laughed as she added "She is a sexy little thing, isn't she. And so willing to try new things." He could barely see her face grinning at him in the dark. "I have another idea, too." Epilogue "Hey sarge. Whas happening?" Mayo looked up to see Spoons, the street gang leader he had put away twice, poking his head around his office door. "Jesus, Spoons, what happened to you? You look like hell." "Thas why ah came in, sarge. These fuckers beat the shit out of me and my boys. An we wasn't doin nothin. Jus a little grabass, y'know. Ah wants to prefer charges." Mayo suppressed a smile. That'd be the day, Spoons swearing out a complaint against someone else. "Okay, babe, what happened?" "Dis little blonde, she's twitchin around, y'know, so me and the boys we jus nacherally paid some attention, and den dese motherfuckers in black tights come up and jus, y'know, fur no reason, beat the shit out of us. They used that kung fu shit, like. The blonde, she wuz in on it, cause they all walked away nuzzlin each other, like. See, we wuz intrapped." Mayo sighed. "How many were there, Spoons?" "Jus duh two of em, but they was tough suckers, y'know. We never had a chance." "How many of your boys were there, tough guy?" Spoons looked sheepish. "Uh, dey was eight of us, but Buddy, he ain't been himself lately, y'know, so really it wuz ony seven." Mayo smiled at the tall man. "So you want to swear out a complaint that two ninjas were taking advantage of you and your gang, huh. Whaddya think the Blues'll say 'bout that?" The Blues were a rival gang. "Ah shit,sarge, how dey gonna know?" Mayo was having trouble keeping a straight face. "It gets published in the paper, Spoons. Regional section, third page. And that heeb lawyer of theirs reads it every day." Spoons thought about that for several moments. "Ah well shit. Dat wouldn't be good, dem fuckers hearing about it. Leave it go, den. Ah'll see you around." As soon as Mayo saw the elevator doors close, he burst out laughing, just as his partner came in. "What was that, Stretch." "Spoons got his ass kicked by some ninjas. Wanted to prefer charges." They both laughed wildly. "Same fucking MO from that butt kicking those latino's got downtown. Little blonde and everything. And I saw something from over at the sixteenth that sounded like the same thing. Somebody's gone to war with the bad guys. Hope they keep it up." At the airport, a sexy teenaged blonde in a tight miniskirt boarded a plane with a handsome couple who looked like her parents. They all had happy smiles. The stewardess asked "Did you have a nice visit to our fair city?" The blonde giggled, and the auburn haired woman who looked so fit answered "Mmmm, very nice, thanks." The three were laughing as they took seats together in first class. The stew shook her head. What was that all about, she wondered. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----