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John’s life had been a shit storm for the past year. He had found out that his loving wife of 16 years was an adulterous slut. Susan had been fucking his next door neighbor for almost 3 months. John had come home early on their anniversary to share a romantic dinner. He was surprised to find his wife naked and on her knees in their bedroom begging that little dicked, prick Ron to cum in her mouth. As it turned out Ron would not be fucking anyone for a very long time. John beat the living shit out of that traitor. He broke his right arm, fractured his leg and snapped Ron’s collarbone when he threw him down the stairs. As angry as he was he could not bring himself to hit Susan. He watched her expressions proceed from surprise to shock, on to fear, over to relief and settle on a cool, smug superiority.

“John I am sorry you had to find out this way, but maybe it is for the best. Our marriage does not excite me any more. I think it is time we both moved on while we can still be friends.”

John wanted to beat that tone out of her voice, to teach her just what kind of friend he could be, but he was too hurt emotionally, too weak from his wife’s unexpected betrayal to give her the beating they both knew she so richly deserved. So he just stood there like an impotent, spineless, de-dicked, pussy-whipped fool and cried for the woman that he loved, and the marriage that was lost.

Tears don’t last forever, and when they were spent John was able to concentrate on revenge. Susan’s lawyer wasted no time contacting him to begin divorce proceedings. John made good money as a senior computer technician in a large pharmaceutical company. He had been with them since he was 19 and participated in their aggressive 401 k, ESOP and ESPP plans. John was now 36 and had over $350,000 in assets. Susan and her lawyer wanted half. There was no way he was going to let her fuck him again.

So the war began.

Susan demanded $2,000 a month in alimony and child support. John’s lawyer countered with $0 in alimony and a petition for sole custody of their 15 year old daughter Jennifer. The look of terror on Susan’s face at the thought of losing her only child almost made John giddy with anticipation and revenge. Taking Jennifer away would break Susan. It was the cruelest blow he could strike. It was the most evil thing John had ever conceived.

It was an evenly matched custody fight to start; but once the Judge ruled that John would only pay Alimony for 6 months, that Susan would receive 1/3 of his 401 plan when he RETIRED, Susan’s position began to weaken. She had not finished college, and had not held a full time job in her life. Read the rest of this entry »

That was the situation when I decided it was time to rape Susan, to take her virginity. I slipped my wife two extra tablets of Ambien with her dinner. One made her groggy…but a loud noise would still wake her up. She’d never believe that she slept while I raped our daughter in the same room.

I waited until my wife went to bed and was out cold. I put her in the overstuffed chair in the corner of our bedroom. I laid several thick towels down to catch our fluids and her virgin blood. Then I called Susan.

“Yeah dad what do you want?”

I want to talk to you about your behavior in recent months. You’ve become a lying little slut, who is flunking out of school. Is that really what you want? Is that how you want to be treated?”

“Y-you can’t talk to me like that, you are my father!”

“I can talk to you any way I please. It’s time you learned that I am in control. YOU obey ME! Get those clothes off right now, right fucking now!”

Susan was upset but she realized she better listen. She took her nightgown off and waited for me to order her across my lap.

Heh.

“Everything Susan, I want you completely naked–do it.”

“Oh no, dad NO! You can’t be serious–NAKED!”

“C’mere slut” I said as I slung her across me. I undid her bra, and ripped her panties off.

She just laid there in shock as I began to smack her little bottom. It looked so good red and raw. Susan still thought this was discipline. Extreme maybe, but deserved. Until I began to maul her ass, to squeeze and separate it.

“Wh, whut are you doing? MOM wake up, help!” she squeaked in anger and humiliation.

“You are my daughter, how dare you give this sweet little pussy to somebody else before me? I’ve tried everything else to get through to you, call it tough love.”

I began licking and sucking her tits. She struggled but she was just too weak. Her tears and snot and squirming were exciting to me.

I held her down on my bed while her mother slept 3 feet away. Her tits were begging to be sucked and I straddled her body and licked them good. Her nipples began to swell as I played with her. I needed a taste of her mouth and laughed aloud as I kissed my only daughter, long and hard and slow.

“I want you to suck my cock just like you did for that little prick. Suck me Susan, suck your daddy. I deserve it for putting up with your crap. I made you, I own you and you’re going to be my good little girl again.”

My cock slipped into her mouth at last and I loosely grabbed her throat. I made it clear that if she did not suck me properly, I would choke her. After all, it’s not like she had never done it before. My daughter knew how to suck cock good–I saw her do it.

Slowly at first she licked and nibbled on me. Then she sucked on just the tip. I started fucking her mouth and soon had more than half of my 7 inches inside her mouth. She kept making these gurgly wet noises–god she was sexy. Read the rest of this entry »

When my old job was “downsized” it took me a while to find a new, worthwhile, full-time position. In the meantime I hooked up with a temp agency, and bounced around from assignment to assignment. I was told that such work provided a valuable “networking” opportunity, which might lead to something interesting. I can’t argue with that.

On one job I found myself working out of the office occupied by Lou. He was about my age (early 30s) and very talkative. Most of his co-workers found him more than a little abrasive, but we got along okay, and he was never boring. He seemed to find me entertaining as well, and “not stuck up, like most college guys”.

He became especially inquisitive about my social life once he found out I hadn’t been in a steady relationship for over a year, and decided that I urgently needed to “get laid”. I couldn’t really argue, and while I was normally a bit shy with women, and took time to develop intimacy in relationships, I found the possibility of being set up with an “easy” date rather arousing. Even so, my imagination didn’t nearly prepare me for what was in store.

As the office closed one Friday, Lou asked if I had any plans for the weekend. “Of course not!” he agreed when I said no, and launched into his proposal. He and his girlfriend Jen were going to spend Saturday night at a cabin Jen’s brother owned in the mountains, and I was invited on a double date, along with Jen’s friend Lena. I stumbled a bit before accepting. “She’s fuckin’ seriously hot!” Lou clarified. “Then I’m in!” I replied, my heart quickening as I wondered what I was in for.

Lou was late picking me up Saturday morning, and I unceremoniously hopped in to the car for our long drive to the mountains. Lou matter-of-factly introduced the ladies as we drove. I recognized Jen from a picture Lou had shown me previously. She was 23, though she looked about 19. She was about 5′3″. had long, dark brown hair and eyes, and soft features a bit reminiscent of Jennifer Connoly (though with a smaller, about 34B chest). She had a down-to-earth, but extroverted manner to her that seemed quite compatible with Lou’s.

Lena, who shared the back seat, eyed me curiously for most of the trip, though in time I recognized that as her habitual expression. She was, as promised, “fuckin’ seriously hot”, and, I feared, a bit too aware of that fact. About 5′6″ and probably in her mid to late ’20s, she had short, sandy blond hair and green eyes. Her small but perfectly sculpted facial features were accentuated by light makeup that seemed professionally applied, the way only women from the south seem to be trained to do. A faint twang in her velvety voice confirmed my theory. Most of Lena and Jen’s attentions seemed to be devoted to catching up on news. The two had originally become close friends as summer camp counselors, but had lived in different states for years until Lena had moved to our area just a week before.

While Lena laughed at a few of my jokes, I didn’t really sense much chemistry developing on the long, cramped ride. Whatever Lou’s intentions for me might have been, I developed a strong case of junior prom- type butterflies at the thought of “making the first move”.

With heavy traffic, a stop for lunch, and more traffic, we only arrived at the cabin at dusk. I saw wires leading to it, which jibed with Lou’s assurances that it had full utilities. It did look beautiful amid the snow-covered trees as we approached. I helped Lena up the rough path from the parking area, and was rewarded with a few smiles for my trouble.

The cabin’s interior was nicely furnished, though not very large. A large sectional sofa faced the fireplace, and the mirrored opposite wall of the living area did its best to make the room seem larger. A few hours later a light dinner, some beer, and a roaring fire had improved our collective attitude after the long trip. I had even found the nerve to put an arm around Lena as we all sat on the sofa talking in the firelight. No one had discussed sleeping arrangements, however, and I didn’t think the place had more than two bedrooms. I pondered that issue for a while before I reached over to hold Lena’s hand, only to glance down and see that she had it between her legs, rubbing her crotch gently, while her other hand had its fingers interlaced with Jen’s.

Before I even knew what to think, Lou noticed the two looking into each other’s eyes, and spoke up. “I know you girls have a lot of catching up to do. Don’t feel you have to hold back on our account,” he chuckled salaciously.

Lena slipped from beneath my arm and embraced Jen, the two kissing passionately, hungrily. I’d never found lesbian scenes in movies particularly interesting, but the sight of these two women entwined, moaning sensuously as they kissed and explored one another, was powerfully arousing to me. I absent-mindedly stroked the constricting crotch of my jeans as the two slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of us, unfastening each other’s pants. Read the rest of this entry »