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Subject: A Geek's Revenge Ch. 1

Stolen from: [email protected]

Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 05:34:39 GMT

This story contains sex, dirty words, public humiliation, blackmail, wife humiliation, domination, a computer, a video tape, revenge, geeks, jocks, and cheerleaders.

If you are under 18, don't read this.

NOTE: This story has been extensively rewritten, without the authors permission.

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High school was really tough time for me. I don't know if my expectations were too high, or if I was really a geek, like I had been labeled. I didn't think of myself as a geek, although I was pretty damn good with computers. I had only hoped to be accepted, and maybe have a steady girl. After all, wasn't high school supposed to be the best years of your life?

Anyway, there I was, two years out of the misery of high school, working a crummy job at the local video rental store, attending junior college, and still living at home. The worst part about going to the local college, is still seeing all the stupid ass holes from high school. Like my personal nemesis, Tom Bishop. He had taken great pleasure, in constantly harassing me through high school, and now beyond. Tom had been popular as far back as I could remember, always getting his way. He and his other jock friends would sometimes gang up on me, humiliating me for their enjoyment.

Like this night, he walks in with a rented video camera, dumping it on the counter. The jerk then demands his deposit, even though I'm with another customer. When that customer leaves, I tell him I have to check the equipment first. He sneers at me. "Just give me my fucking money you dickless shit!" he yelled. I jumped, and quickly opened the cash register and held out $50. He grabbed it from me exclaiming. "What a loser!" then walked out. Normally such an encounter would have bothered me, but Tom's treatment of me was just one of the many things that I hated him for.

The main reason I hated him, was he married Tracey Thornton, the head cheerleader, prom queen, and all around snottiest little bitch any high school had ever seen. Tracey had even, on occasion, taken the opportunity to put me in my place and belittle me. That hurt me more than anything Tom and his cronies did to me. You see, I had secretly lusted for Tracey, even before my dick could get hard. My all-time favorite fantasies revolved around kicking the shit out of Tom, and fucking the shit out of Tracey. I had just started another daydream, where I capture Tracey's love, when my pal Kenny walks in.

I sigh, and greet him with a smile. He said, "I see your old buddy Tom just left. What were you two reminiscing about?" I laughed him off, telling him. "He just came in for advice on how to please his wife in bed." We both laughed at that, since he knew of my infatuation with Tracey. He asked if I was getting the weekend of the 20th off, for the trip to the renaissance festival. I asked him "Did you get the tickets?" He replied "Hell yes!" and high-fived me. I just said, "I'm there!"

"Wanna help me close up?" I asked. Kenny said "Sure, but I got to hurry, I'm working the late shift at the grocery tonight." He went to turn over the open/closed sign and lock the door. Kenny attended some of the same classes I did, and worked another crummy job. I put the rental equipment away and then Kenny and I emptied the drop box and checked in all the videos. Kenny took the trash to the back and I turned off the front sign and most of the inside lights. As I was going to help Kenny with the trash, a car pulled up.

I ignored it, since we were closed, thinking it was just somebody returning a video. But, just as I rounded the corner to the back office, I heard someone banging on the front door. I leaned back around the corner and could see between the shelves that it was Tom Bishop, and he was yelling something. Kenny started to walk by me and I held my arm out to stop him from going into Tom's view. He said, "What the fuck does that dumb ass want?" "I don't know" I said, "Maybe I shortchanged him on his deposit. He sure looks pissed though."

Kenny understood exactly what the plan of action would be. We hid in the back until Tom left about fifteen minutes later. All the while I racked my brain trying to figure out what I did to offend him, and imagining the abuse he would likely give me when he caught up with me.

Kenny and I left a few minutes later. He dropped me at my house, a few blocks away. When I walked in the house, the phone started ringing. I picked it up quickly, not wanting to awaken my parents or younger brother. It was Tom Bishop, demanding that I return to the store and open up for him. I didn't want to meet up with him in his agitated condition, so I said I couldn't. I received a real shock, when he said. "Gary, please, I need to get something I left at the store." I didn't know how to react to his civil request, when he then said. "How about it pal, can you help me out?" Again, I was confused, what did he want? He wasn't in the store long enough to leave anything, ... except the video camera!

"Ah, Tom ... Well you see, I can't get into the store." I told him, as my mind raced to come up with a story. "There's an alarm system that I can't shut off, until after nine oclock in the morning." I heard a heavy sigh, as I continued. "Ah, Jack, the owner, gets there at about 9:30 to open up at ten, he could let you in."

"Well ..." He started. "Say, Gary, could you meet us there at nine?" "I ... ah, left a video in the camera, ... it is of my wife's birthday party." "You remember Tracey, don't you?" Hell yes I remembered everything about Tracey, her silky hair, her deep blue eyes, her huge tits, ... her ... mean rotten attitude! Tom was still talking, as I was remembering. "Well, you see we are going over to her mother's and I wanted to take the tape along." "We could be there at nine, or better yet, I'll stop by and pick you up about quarter to, and give you a lift ... O.K.?" I mumbled out a sure, then he thanked me and hung up. He, Tom Bishop, thanked me!

I made myself a quick sandwich, then headed back out the door to the video store. I didn't lie about the alarm system, it was set, and couldn't be shut off until nine A.M.. But, it could be fooled into thinking it was nine A.M.!

I had done this before, to get videos to watch, when Kenny and I didn't have anything to do, some nights. Unlocking, and opening the back door, I quickly hit the keypad to the alarm, causing a the alarm to pause, then entered my password. Next, I went to the setup screen, and set the time to 8:59 A.M.. I then just hit the button to reset the alarm, and closed the back door, as if I was leaving.

Standing motionlessly for a minute, the alarm switched itself to standby mode. Opening the back door, the alarm detected entry, and went into the delayed alarm mode automatically. This time, my password disabled the alarm completely. I was in!

As I sneaked to the video cameras in the dark, I wondered what I was in for. Would it be a racy hot video of Tracey in her birthday suit, or a fully clothed Tracey opening expensive presents? Either way, I wanted to see what Tom was so desperate to get back.

I took the camera to the back room, and rewound it, starting at the beginning. The view finder on the camera wasn't great, but I could see what was on the tape well enough. It was all the elitist snobs from high school, singing happy birthday to Tracey. Shit, what a waste of a good looking pussy, fully clothed, and grinning stupidly at the camera.

I had almost decided to put it back out front and leave, when Tracey leaned forward to blow out her candles! The camera was aimed right down the top of her sweater, showing the tops of her lovely tits, ad just a hint of a lacy bra! I just had to have a copy of that! I rewound the tape again, and set it up to record, on to one of the several tapes machines we always have back there. It had just gotten to the boob show, when I spotted lights shining in the front window of the store.

I moved to the back door and locked it, then looked out the front of the store. There was Tom's car sitting there, with the driver's door open and the courtesy light on. I could see Tracey sitting there, looking very upset. Shortly, I heard the back door being rattled!

Tom must have walked around back to see if he could get in. I moved closer to the alarm pad, ready to enter the emergency code, if he managed to get inside. It was a tense few minutes, before I saw him appear back out front, beside the car. They had a heated conversation, with Tracey doing most of the talking. Finally, Tom got in the car, slamming the door. He squealed the tires as he left the parking lot, and I let out a sigh of relief.

When I got back to the camera, the screen had gone black, end of the recording session. I was always amazed, when people paid big bucks for those long playing tapes, then recorded no more than ten minutes on them. I almost stopped the tape, when I saw the screen flicker to life. Peering into the view finder, I was pleased to see more of Tracey. A lot more!

There was Tracey, in the same bra I had only glimpsed earlier, and a pair of skimpy bikini panties! She was walking around the bed, as the camera followed her every move. My dick twitched to life, as I studied her luscious hips, and deep cleavage being displayed! She was telling Tom, the camera man, where to set the camera. I could tell she was excited, by her fast breathing and the way her nipples poked through the thin material of her bra. The camera jiggled, turned and finally stabilized, aimed right at the bed! I was anticipating a good fuck video, staring my favorite wet dream. What I got was quite a bit different. Tracey stepped over to her dressing table, sat down, then started to comb her hair. My next big surprise came as Tom stepped into view.

He was wearing bright red panties, with matching bra, and lacy apron! Stranger still, he was carrying a feather duster. Which he used to start dusting everything on Tracey's dresser. He was unsteady on his feet, since I saw later, he was wearing 3-inch heels! He tilted precariously, and only saved himself by grabbing the dresser. This caused several items to fall to the floor, and one to drop into Tracey's lap.

Tracey screamed at Tom, calling him Suzette. "You stupid French whore!" She said, then reeled off a string of French at him. Tom could hardly keep from laughing as they shared a private joke, I guess. I never took a foreign language, I prefer English, thank you. Tracey switches back to English, and orders Tom/Suzette onto the bed. Tom gets on to his hands and knees, with his pantie clad ass facing the camera. He is ordered to lower his panties and remove his heels, which he does. This shows off Tom's balls and dick real well, as the apron dangles in front of them. Tracey reaches behind the dresser and pulls out a long thin paddle. She grins, as she approaches the bed.

First, she rubs some lotion on his ass cheeks, then proceeds to beat his ass with the paddle! He yells and hollers, lurching forward and back, as blow after blow lands with brutal force on his red ass. Finally, Tracey stops and orders him to his back. When he flops over, I'm surprised to see him with an erection! I also note that his dick isn't as large as mine is at this time. Poor Tracey, she picked a wimpy dicked, pretty boy. It is no wonder she spanks his ass!

Again, Tracey yells at him in French. Tom jerks his panties and apron off, tossing them to the floor. Speaking softly, Tracey must have told him to jack off, since that is what he starts to do! More French curses are directed at him, as Tracey dips her hand into her panties!

Tracey is facing away from the camera, as she bends over, thrusting her panties to the floor! In a flash, she hops onto the bed, turning around into a 69 position. Rather than taking Tom's dick in her mouth, she kisses it once, then starts to jack him off. In the mean time, she is grinding her pussy into his face, as she moans out her delight. Tom reaches up and pushes her bra up, to get at Tracey's tits. With her leaning toward the camera, and her bra bunched on top, I can't see her tits clearly. I don't dare rewind the tape, until I get everything recorded, but I hope her pussy and tits show up in slow motion!

To my absolute delight, Tracey sits up straight and removes her bra completely! I pull my stiff dick out and start jacking off, as she rubs and pinches her full breasts. When she leans down once more her boobs dangle heavily from her chest! Again, she strokes Tom's dick as her crotch continues to smother his face. When Tracey comes, she whimpers and moans, collapsing on top of Tom, holding his dick to her cheek.

In a moment, she recovers, sitting back up and jacking his cock with a passion. Soon, I hear Tom shouting something from under Tracey's ass. His dick throbs and starts to spurt come all over Tracey's hands and wrists. She rubs the sperm around on his dick and balls, as I tense for my own release. When Tracey turns around on the bed, I get my first good look at her naked ass and pussy!

Before she can lead Tom's dick to her wet cunt, I'm coming all over the floor, in a very intense orgasm! I stand there rubbing my come all over my dick as Tracey had done to Tom, as I watch them fuck. My dick gets hard again, but I resist the urge to jack off. I'll want to save that for later, when I get home. This is going to be my all-time, most favorite video ever!

No wonder Tom wanted this tape back so badly, I thought to myself. Tracey and Tom both work for Tracey's dad at his bank. This town wasn't big enough to live down a scandal this would cause. Tom, the Assistant to the Assistant Loan Officer, and Tracey, the Assistant Head Teller, engaging in lewd and unnatural acts! I wondered if I would have the balls to use this against them. I was very excited, and worried too, as I thought of what I could or might do.

To my disappointment, after they both come again, Tom gets up and turns off the camera. I fast forwarded through the rest of the tape, but that is everything. I rewind it, and place the camera back on the self. I carefully reset the alarm, then leave. I take special precautions on my trip home, avoiding any chance of being spotted by a cruising Tom. When I'm safely in my room, I watch the video again, using a bigger screen and stop action!

There are several frames, where Tracey's pussy lips are exposed and spread erotically. I transfer them to my computer, for special enhancement and storage. I then decide to take out some insurance, and upload several pictures to various web sites I have. I don't display them, just store them in the directories. It was almost three in the morning, before I went to sleep, with a thoroughly abused and sore dick!

Luckily, I had set my alarm, so I was ready to go when Tom and Tracey stopped by in the morning. Tracey scooted over, letting me sit beside her in the front seat. I was very excited, sitting next to my personal wet dream, especially after watching the video from last night! We actually chatted, as Tom drove the four blocks to the store. Since it was still five minutes till nine, we waited in the car, with me breathing in the sweet smell of Tracey. When I told Tracey to say hi to her mother for me, she turned to look at me funny. "What?" She asked.

"Your mother, she stops by the store every so often. And we talk about the movies." I told her. "And, since you're going over to her house ... well I thought you could say hi for me." Tracey's look remained blank, I knew the story Tom told me was bull shit, but I just wanted to jerk her around some. Tom made a little noise, and broke in. "Oh, yeah, I told Gary about going to your mother's ... with the tape." "The tape of your birthday party, remember?" Tracey smiled a little and said. "Oh, uh ... yeah, that's right." Then, with a broader smile, she said. "Uh, sure, I'll say hi, no problem."

"It's time!" Said Tom, as he opened the door and jumped out. I turned to look right at Tracey, and smiled. Glancing down to her chest, I grinned lewdly and said. "It was great seeing you!" And I meant it! I wondered what she would tell Tom later.

We walked around back, and I repeated my entry on standby mode. When I told Tom it was clear, he shot to the camera rack and snatched the tape from the camera. Turning to leave, he gave me a soft punch to the arm, and said. "Thanks, jerk!" "And, one other thing, stay away from Tracey's mother, ... understand?" He said as he stepped closer, pushing me against the wall. "Understand?" He said a little louder.

"Yeah, sure thing Tom, whatever you say." I told him. "Lets get out of here, before Mr. Edwards gets here." With a little extra push of disgust, he turned and walked out the door. I turned to the alarm, and reset it. Stepping out the door, I watched him disappear around the corner of the building. With a little smile, I walked home, knowing a ride was entirely out of the question.

I went home and took a nap, to catch up on the sleep I had missed. It was about noon, when I called Tom and Tracey. "What the fuck do you want now, dickwad?" Tom snarled, when I identified myself. "Gee, Tom, I thought we were friends." I said, trying to sound hurt. "Listen to me you little wuss faced, cocksucker!" He yelled. "You ever call me again, or even say hi to me, I'll pound your fucking face to a pulp!" "Got it!"

Calmly, I talked to him. "Tom, I'm sure you're a little sore, from last night." He got very quiet, as I continued. "Don't get your panties all twisted up into a bunch." I laughed. "Are you still wearing your panties?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" He demanded, trying to bluff his way through. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm going to beat the shit out of you the next time I see you!" I laughed a little, saying. "Every time I think of you, all I see is red ass cheeks and red panties!" This caused him to get quiet, I had his attention now.

"Tom, you still there?" I asked, knowing he was.

"Yeah, I'm here." He said quietly.

"Good, listen carefully, I have a copy of that tape."

"You bastard!" He screamed at me. "I'll be at your house in five minutes, and you better give it to me, or I'll kick your ass clear up to your shoulders!" This guy definitely had a way with words.

"Listen to me, you puny dicked jock!" I yelled, madder and bolder than I had ever been. "Have you got Internet access?" He mumbled an affirmative. "Good, what is your E-mail address?" He listed it for me slowly, unsure. "Alright, get on the Internet, I'll send you a picture."

"Why should I?" He asked, sourly. "I can just come over there and kick your ass, and be done with it!"

"You stupid ass!" I berated him. "Do you want pictures showing you and your precious Tracey shown all over town?" I heard a strangled cry from him as I went on. "Copies are right now being sent to a holding area, to be released in 48 hrs." "You remember the movie, 48 hrs. don't you Tom?" "Brenda, that's Tracey's mom to you, really liked it." "By the way, she gets the first picture, then your mom, then both dads are next." "Oh, and don't worry, all your school chums will get copies too, and my friends, and ... well you understand, don't you?"

"Uh, Gary, there is no reason we can't work this out some how. Isn't there?" He asked in a real quiet voice. I could hear Tracey whispering to him, in the background. I had another grand idea!

"Put Tracey on the phone, I want to talk to her." I said quickly. She had a cheerful hello for me, then waited. "Hey Tracey, you looked great in that video!" "I should get your autograph, you're a natural." I told her, as I readied a picture for transmission to her.

"Gary, I thought you liked me." "Why would you do these horrible things to me?" She asked tearfully. "Please, just give us the tape, I would really appreciate it." "Please ..." She switched to sexy pleading.

I laughed a little, then told her what I wanted. "Tracey, from now on, I tell you what to do." "You will call me Gary, or lover, or sir." She agreed to that quickly, thinking I only wanted some respect. "Next, you will invite me over for dinner tonight." She agreed. "Tom will put on his bra and panties, and watch as I take all your clothes off and fuck you!"

"What?" "You must be crazy!" "I would never let you touch me, ... you ... you bastard!" She was screaming at me, spitting venom into the phone. "I'll have you arrested!" "I'll have you put away for years!" She continued to rant and rave over who she knew and who would do what to me. I waited quietly, until she calmed down some what.

"Are you online?" I asked. "I'm sending you an E-mail, let me know what your answer is, before four, dinner is at five, I have to be to work at seven tonight." "Goodby Tracey, ... Oh, by the way, you have very lovely tits!" I then hung up.

It took about ten minutes for her to call back, guess I'm not on speed dial ... yet. She wanted to know if it was all a big joke. I asked her if the E-mail arrived yet. She said they were getting it right now. I could tell when she saw it, since there were some gasps and groans heard over the phone. Tracey started to sob, as the picture of her appeared. I selected the one of her hovering her wide open pussy over Tom's waiting mouth, as her extended nipples pointed toward the camera, and her face clearly showed her sexual arousal!

"Tracey, stop by right at four to pick me up, leave Tom home in his maid outfit, cooking dinner." "If you're not here by five after, I start sending copies of the tape to everyone we know." I heard a strangled sound, that might have been an O.K., or Tracey having a heart attack. I just said goodbye and hung up the phone. I was going to enjoy dinner very much, even if Tom cooked nothing but hot dogs!

At about five minutes to four, Tracey pulled in the driveway. I said goodbye to my parents and walked to the driver's door. "I'll drive." Was all I said, as I opened the door, Tracey slid over letting me behind the wheel. I pulled out and drove straight to a local make-out spot. With it being so early, nobody else was there. I shut off the car and turned to Tracey. "We need to talk." I said as she eyed me.

"Do you really understand what would happen to you, if those pictures got around?" I asked. She nodded, with her head now hanging down. I moved closer to her, placing my right arm around her shoulders, my left hand lifted her chin. "Do you understand what I want you to do?" I asked, as my left hand dropped to her breasts and my right arm pulled her to me. With tears rolling down her face, she nodded. She didn't even try to avoid my hand, as I mauled her tits!

"Take off your bra!" I panted. She calmly reached behind herself and released her bra strap. I was actually feeling a little dizzy, as she pulled her arms inside her sweater to get the shoulder straps off. Soon, I was holding her still warm bra, as her tits wobbled inches from my face! I tossed the bra into the backseat, then raised her sweater to look at these often dreamed about mounds of pure pleasure!

Her nipples were rock hard and sticking out, as I rubbed them roughly. Leaning forward, I sucked first one, then the other, as Tracey gasped. Letting her sweater drop down to rest on the tops of her big boobs, I leaned in to kiss her. She didn't pull away, but she wasn't responding to my kisses either. After nuzzling her neck and rubbing her tits some more, she at least kissed back, as I worked my tongue inside her mouth. I was ready to take her to the next level. "Tracey, pull out my dick and suck it!"

"W-what?" She asked, confused. "I thought you wanted ... uh, to ... you know."

"Later, now I want a blow job." I told her. "You do know how, don't you?"

"Uh, well no." "I've never done it before ... it's gross." She said, as I continued to stroke her melons.

"Well, no time like the present." I told her. "And hurry, we don't want to be late for dinner." My right hand was pushing her head down toward my crotch, as she resisted. "Gee, I thought you looked like a cock sucker in that picture!" She sniffled, then let out a small sigh, before reaching for my zipper!

I can't describe the supreme feeling of power, and lust, as Tracey, my beautiful Tracey, worked my blood engorged dick from my pants! I almost came, just from her hands grasping at it, tugging it free! She looked at it, without moving any closer. This delay allowed me to regain some control.

"I can't do it, I've tried before, with ...with Tom." She sobbed. I still had my right hand on her neck, not allowing her to pull away from my dick. "Tracey, you will do it, or we'll wait right here until you do, or somebody else shows up." I told her. "Either way, they will think you are sucking me, and see your tits hanging out in the open." As I told her that, I felt tears drop onto my dick, which excited me even more. Finally, she relaxed and moved down to my cock!

My excitement grew as she kissed and licked the head of my dick! I pushed her down a little further, and she took about two inches into her mouth. My dick twitched as it felt the silky hotness of her pouty little mouth! When she had started a slow motion movement, I forced her down harder. At least five inches of my six and a half inch dick slid inside. I held her there, as she struggled to get free. When I released her she pulled her mouth completely away from my dick, sputtering!

"You bastard!" "What are you doing, trying to choke me?" She was really chewing me out, as my saliva covered dick rubbed across her lips and cheek. With my left hand, I put my dick back into her mouth. My right hand pushed her head down, until she was once again firmly impaled on my hard dick!

"Listen to me!" I hissed at her, as I forced my hips up, to force a little more cock into her face! "You will do what I want you to do, no complaints!" Again, I pumped more dick into her mouth. "And, you didn't address me in the proper manner, so you will be punished, later." "Right now, since you don't seem to know how to suck dick, I'm just going to fuck your face!"

I might have been a little harsh, as I held her head motionless, and thrust my dick into her mouth! In no time I was ready to come. "Swallow it all, slut!" I shouted. "If anything gets on my jeans, I'll beat your ass raw!" In fear, Tracey started to suck and slurp as my dick started spewing its load!

As my dick softened a little, I noticed Tracey had managed to take the whole thing into her mouth! "That's a good girl, suck my come from my dick." I rubbed her neck and bare back, as I bunched her sweater around her neck. When she released my dick, I took the front of her sweater and wiped my dick with it, making sure to squeeze some sperm onto it!

I said. "It's dinner time, if you're still hungry." As I started the car, and slipped my dick back into my pants. Tracey jerked herself upright into her seat, then reached into the backseat for her bra. "Leave it there." I told her. "Just pull your sweater down, for now."

We drove to their house in relative silence, except for her directions. Pulling in the driveway, Tracey used the garage door opener, and we pulled right inside. As we walked into the kitchen, I was pleased to see Tom wearing his bra, panties, and apron. I was even more impressed to see him wearing his 3 inch heels! I walked up to him, patting his pantie clad ass, and asked. "What's for dinner, Suzette?"

I could tell he was straining to control himself, as he glared at me. "Spaghetti." Was his one word response, as he glanced at Tracey, noticing her braless look, soiled top, and red puffy mouth. I looked at the clock, seeing it was almost five. "Is my dinner ready?" I asked. Tom looked back at me, and said. "Yes, Gary, I'll put it on the table right now."

"Very good, Tom!" I praised him. "Tracey, needs some additional training, we will discuss it after dinner." Looks again passed between them, with Tracey looking worried. We sat down and ate, with me carrying most of the conversation. I asked them about their jobs and plans for the future, if they planned on having children. At first the answers were short and guarded, then they actually started to respond and talk more freely.

I lead them into the living room, sitting down in Tom's big leather recliner. "Tom, do you realize what would happen to you, if you forced me to release the pictures I have of you two?" He nodded, then caught himself, saying quickly. "Yes sir, uh Gary." I nodded at him, then said. "Tom go over and remove Tracey's sweater, it seems to have a stain on it." He glanced at Tracey first, then stepped up to her. He hesitated, expecting her to over ride my command. "Do it!" I told him a little louder. He quickly pulled it over her head, exposing her large tits to our view.

I waited a few seconds, then told him. "I don't think it's fair, that she has jeans on and you don't." "Remove them, Tom." He again hesitated, but started to remove them before I had to say anything. "Very good." I said, as we both looked at her beauty, clad in just a skimpy pair of panties!

Turning back to Tom, I started to berate him. "Tom, you have abused me for years, now I'm in control!" He seemed to shrink as I chewed him out for everything he ever did to me. "And, then tonight, when I called you on the phone, you called me a cocksucker!" Tom's face was hanging very low at this point. "Do you know what that means, Tom." He looked up at me, with a puzzled look on his face. "Cocksucker, you know what that is?" He nodded his head slightly. "Ask your wife, she knows." Tom looked at Tracey in disbelief, I think I knew why, she never gave him any blow jobs! "She's not real good, but she knows what it means!"

"Tracey needs lots of training, but you will have to help." Tom looked back at me. "She will need to practice everyday." I saw a smile develop on his face. "If I don't stop by, you will have to train her." It was now a wide grin! "But first, she needs to have it demonstrated for her." Tom's look went from happy, to confused, to worried. "That's right Tom, you called your punishment." "You will suck my dick, while Tracey watches!" Tom started to back away from me, a look of disbelief on his face. "Tracey, go get the paddle." With a smile, she ran to the bedroom, returning quickly with the paddle and lotion.

"Suzette ... No, I don't like that name, ... Thomasina, that is much more descriptive!" "Thomasina, lower your panties!" To his credit, Tom lowered his red panties immediately. "Oops, not fair again." "Tracey, drop your panties too." She was a little slower, but complied. "Very good." I said. "Now, Thomasina, take out my dick and show Tracey how to suck it properly." Tom remained standing where he was, looking at my crotch, as if he was waiting for it to open on its own. "Tracey, rub some lotion on his ass, and give him a swat on each cheek!" She eagerly rubbed the lotion on, and swatted him with great enthusiasm!

Tom leaped forward, still staring at my crotch. I sighed and motioned Tracey to me. "He is shy Tracey, would you remove my dick for him?" I asked, as I took the paddle from her. She opened my pants, and fished out my half hard dick. Tom's eyes got even bigger, when he saw my dick, and realized it was bigger than his! "Thomasina, on your knees!" I commanded, and he dropped down. I motioned him closer with my hand. When he was between my legs, I told him to remove my jeans and underwear. This didn't seem to bother him, and soon I was naked from the waist down, sitting in his recliner!

Again I motioned him to me. "Suck me, cocksucker!" I said, sounding as mean as I could. "Tracey, start spanking this puny dicked husband of yours!" Immediately, the paddle landed, with a resounding smack on Tom's ass! This seemed to break him out of his daze. With a final glance at me, he leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth!

It was great! The feelings are similar to when a girl does it, but still very different! The strength and control of his mouth and tongue was incredible! My dick was ready to come almost at once. Tom thrust his face down on to my cock. Taking me full depth, time after time!

I became aware of the sounds of Tracey still spanking Tom. I looked to her and motioned her to my side, to witness Tom's mastery of cocksucking. I think she was impressed, as she looked at her husband deep throating my cock! I sat Tracey on the arm of the chair, and started to stroke her pussy, as we watched Tom suck. Soon, my balls shot out their load, straight down Tom's throat. I almost passed out from the immense suction he maintained, as my come blasted out. It felt like my balls would come out the head of my dick!

When he finished, Tom sat back onto his heels, with his head hanging down. I couldn't tell if he was disgusted, or waiting for a thank you. "Tom ... uh, Thomasina, that was great!" I sighed. "You are forgiven, for everything you ever did to me." I said, as he looked up at me, briefly. "Tracey, you will learn how to give head just like Thomasina!" I told her, as I again started slidding fingers into her cunt. "O.K., Tom." I said, as I got up out of the recliner. "You go clean up in the kitchen, I'll call you when I need you."

Looking over his shoulder, as he walked to the kitchen, Tom watched me lead his naked wife to their bedroom. Pushing her down onto the bed, I dropped down to suck on her tits. Tracey started moaning and begging me to fuck her, as she wriggled underneath me. I slid up, until my dick was touching her pussy lips, as she tugged on it trying to get me inside. Finally, I moved up, allowing her to lead my dick into her pussy! My dreams were finally coming true! Me, Gary, was fucking the most desirable cheerleader who ever did a high kick!

Tracey had her legs wrapped around me, as she forced her tight cunt up to meet my invading erection! Soon, she was groaning and grunting as she orgasmed. I was right behind her, squirting my load deep into this very fine piece of pussy meat. We laid there for a moment, enjoying the feeling. When she looked up at me, I could see her look of embarrassment and shame. I wasn't sure if it was just her hatred of me, or the fact she had actually enjoyed the sex.

"Thomasina!" I called, as I rolled off of Tracey. He walked right in, as if he was waiting outside the door. "Yes, sir." He said, quickly. I pointed to my dick, as he looked at Tracey's distended pussy, leaking my sperm. "I've got to go to work yet tonight." He just stared at his wife snuggled in my embrace. "Thomasina!" I said, loudly. "Suck my dick clean of your wife's slut juices!" He dove onto the bed, as if someone had kicked him from behind! Quickly, he took my limp dick into his mouth and licked it clean. "Very good, now lick Tracey clean, so she can drive me to work." He hesitated for just a moment, then moved over and started licking Tracey's well fucked pussy, clean.

"Very good." I told him, before turning to look at Tracey. "Now I want you to start practicing sucking dicks." A look of disgust washed across her face, then she moved toward me. "No, practice on Tom, while I find you something to wear." Tom moved quickly, to present Tracey with his stiff dick, while I stepped into their walk in closet.

I had little trouble finding what I was looking for, Tracey's cheerleading outfit! I removed the matching cheer panties from the hanger, then placed it near the door. Next, I started looking through the boxes, stored on the upper shelves. I located two boxes of pictures, inside the first there were a lot of recent nudes of Tracey, and some of Tom. The second box contained older pictures of a naked Tracey, along with several of her fellow cheerleaders! Some even showed lesbian activities!

Taking both boxes and the outfit, I walked back into the bedroom. Tom was gasping his way through his orgasm, as he held Tracey's face tight to his crotch. I tossed the outfit onto the bed beside Tracey and said. "When you finish, put this on." "Then meet me in the car."

I didn't wait very long before Tracey scurried out of the house, and slid into the passenger seat. I slid my hand up her skirt, to confirm she was nude underneath. I didn't have to check for a bra, I could see she was unrestrained!

I stopped by my house first, to drop off the shoe boxes of pictures. Tracey made no mention of them, and didn't object to coming in to meet my parents. I felt like a big man on campus, as I introduced her to everyone. My fourteen year old brother, Steve, was very impressed! I took Tracey upstairs to my room, to show her my computer and more pictures of her and Tom!

I had her sit on my bed, and expose her beaver to me as I booted up my system. I went to one of the sites where I had stored some pictures, showing her what I had. I think she was suitably impressed, and promised to do everything I asked. I motioned her to me, and gave her a quick kiss. I was very pleased that she gave me a very warm and receptive kiss!

I put the pictures in my closet, then we left to drop me off at work. I told Tracey to stop back at midnight to pick me up, dressed as she was. I informed her to tell Tom he could get dressed, and I might bring a friend.

It was close to midnight, when Kenny stopped by, straight from stocking shelves at the grocery store. "Going to grab a video, and some pop?" He asked, bored and content with our hum-drum existence.

"Not tonight, I got a date!" I told him smugly. He looked at me in a combination of disbelief and awe, as I rattled on. "She will be picking me up in a few minutes." "Hang around, I'll introduce you." Poor Kenny racked his brain, trying to figure who I might be dating. Sandy Price had moved, both Kenny and I had dated and screwed her. Mary Sims had dated me twice, then refused to go out with me after a copped a feel of her tit. He knew all this, and didn't know who I could be dating now. He then started his version of twenty questions.

When the store was closed and everything put away, he knew the following. She was somebody he knew. She had attended our high school. She was very pretty. She had big tits. She didn't have a sister for him. And, I had already had sex with her. His chin almost hit the pavement, when we walked out front to see Tracey waiting in her car!

"No way, man!" He said to me. "You're pulling my leg ... right?" He turned to look at me, with a look of total shock on his face.

"Really, watch this!" I told him, as I walked right up to the drivers door, leaning in the open window and kissing Tracey full on the lips! "Hi babe, you know Kenny don't you?"

Kenny approached the car slowly, afraid Tom would leap from the bushes and pound us both to dust. "Hi, Uh ... yes, Gary." Tracey said to me, before looking nervously at Kenny. "Uh ... yeah, I remember Kenny." "Hi Kenny, how have you been doing?" Kenny just stared at her, while squeaking out a weak greeting.

"I'll drive, hop in Kenny!" I said as I opened the drivers door. I swear I heard Kenny gasp, when he saw Tracey in her cheerleaders outfit. I almost gasped, when her beaver peeked into view, as she scooted over for me!

"Master, you never said anything about me having to do it with other people!" Tracey hissed to me, before Kenny came around the car. I placed my hand on her upper thigh and squeezed lightly. "I don't have to tell you everything." "But, you do have to do everything I tell you to do." "Understand?" I said, as I slapped her thigh. "Yes Master." Was her docile response.

When we got to Tom and Tracey's house, Tom was sitting in the living room, on the couch. I walked right in and sat in the leather recliner, facing Tom. "Hi Tom." I said casually.

Tom looked at Kenny first, then said. "Hi, Gary, how was your day?" Kenny was gaping at the civility Tom was showing towards me.

"Not bad Tom, thanks for asking." I replied, then motioning to Kenny, I said. "Tom, this is Kenny, he went to school with us."

Tom got up off the couch and approached Kenny, offering his hand. Kenny flinched, like he expected to get hit, then shook Tom's hand. They exchanged subdued greetings, then moved apart. I pointed to the coffee table in front of the couch. "Tom, would you move that out of the way for me?" Without a questioning look, he picked up the table and placed in against the far wall. I got out of the recliner and seated myself on the couch, asking Kenny to join me.

"Mas ... uh, Gary, would you like something to drink?" Tom asked anxiously. "I've got some beer." He offered. I told him that would be fine, and get one for himself. When we had our beers, I motioned Tracey over from where she had been standing, near the door.

"Now for our entertainment!" I said cheerfully. "Tracey, you remember all the cheer routines don't you?" She nodded. "Fine, lets start with the school fight song." "The one with all the high kicks!" Tracey's face showed that she knew of the kicks, and the fact she was naked under her short skirt!

After only two or three kicks, Kenny tapped my leg. "Gary, I ... I ... think she is ... ah ... she hasn't got any panties ... oh!" He mumbled, as he stared fixedly at the pussy peeking into view! When Tracey completed her routine, she ended up in a split on the floor. Kenny and I both clapped in appreciation for what she had done. "Kenny, do you have a request?" I asked slyly, knowing full well what his answer would be.

"Yes!" He blurted. "Kick a little ... !" This was the cheer where the girls repeated the cheer over and over, in the chorus. But instead of saying ass, they turned their butts to the audience, bent over and slapped their own ass! Kenny and I had many long discussions in high school about all that ass meat hanging out there, being slapped. We also had many talks about how we would love to see that cheer, without them wearing their panties! Tracey smiled weakly, then took her stance.

I nodded, and she went into the routine. It was amazing, it was like we were transported back to fourth period pep rally! Tracey's ass was just as beautiful as I remembered it! Only this time her ass was bare, and her pussy was also visible! Kenny and I were both sporting large erections, before she finished!

When she was done, I had her move the foot stool over and sit on that, facing Kenny and I on the couch. I sent Tom for more beers, as we watched Tracey sit there with her legs tightly clenched together. Kenny almost didn't notice the beer Tom held out for him, he was so intent on looking at Tracey's legs. I had Tom give Tracey his beer, so she could get a drink. When his hands were free, I had a great idea.

"Tom, my buddy Kenny here doesn't think that I've had sex with your wife." I looked at his stricken face. "Have I?" He nodded. I grinned at Kenny, then told him. "Show Kenny her pussy, the one I screwed." He sighed, then took one of Tracey's knees in each hand, and spread them!

Kenny did gasp, as Tracey's pussy appeared, then spread open! At a slight motion, Tom moved her knees even further apart, spreading Tracey's pussy lips lewdly. We both loved it immensely! I nodded to Tom and he released her knees, allowing them to close slightly. He then took back his beer from his wife, then stepped back.

Kenny was absolutely speechless, as he looked in awe at what we had dreamed of all through high school. I pointed to Tracey's well filled sweater, motioning upward. With no resistance, she raised her sweater slowly, exposing her tits to our view! Kenny was breathing heavily as he now gazed on the most sought after pieces of sweater meat at our high school!

"That will be all for now, Tracey." I told her. She lowered her sweater down to cover her huge breasts. I noticed what I thought was tears in her eyes, but may have been a sparkle of lust. "Go to the bedroom, and wait." She got up off the stool and walked quickly out of the room. "Tom, go help her with her practice session, I want to talk to Kenny first." He got up with a big smile on his face, as he followed Tracey from the room.

Kenny was full of questions, but couldn't seem to find a place to start. I waited until he finally just asked me to explain. I told him that I had a very damaging video of the two of them, and had them in my power for as long as I wanted. I also told him that Tracey was my personal wet dream, and I wouldn't be sharing her with anybody. He was disappointed, until I suggested I might be able to get his high school wet dream, Sharon Lewis, under my control also!

He wanted details and a time schedule. I told him it might never happen, but I was predicting about four weeks. I refused to give him any details on what I had on Tom and Tracey, since I didn't want to share my absolute power. I did tell him that he should try to make friends with Tom, since he was a real nice guy. I didn't let on about how good of a cock sucker he was though, let him find out on his own.

I left Kenny there, and went in to see if Tracey's practicing had been fruitful. I was pleased to see she was fully naked, as she knelt by the bed. She was still licking the remains of Tom's come from his drooping dick. Turning to look at me, I could see her joy that it was me and not Kenny who walked in. "Master!" She cried. "Did I please you?" Tom looked at me sheepishly, as his wife crawled on her knees to me. "May I suck your big dick, Master?" I nodded and she quickly opened my fly and gobbled my erection into her mouth!

I turned my attention to Tom, as he remained sitting on the bed. "Tom." I said sternly. He dropped to the floor, on his knees. "Your wife is handling an unfair portion of the extra duties around here." He bowed his head lower and mumbled an affirmative. "Kenny has also suffered from your abuse in the past." He nodded his head. "I think you owe him an apology ... and a blow job!" His head started to rise, then drooped once more.

"Yes Master, you are right." He said barely loud enough for me to hear. I snapped my fingers, causing his head to jump up to look at me. I dismissed him with a wave of my hand, and he left the room. I looked down on Tracey as her head expertly worked on my dick. It didn't get any better than this!

I told Tracey that I wanted her for myself, but would allow other people look at her body, so they could see what I had. She seemed to like what I said, as she hummed her approval. I also informed her that if she ever disappointed me, I would let her be fucked by the Chess Club and every other geek I could find. She said nothing, but did start sucking harder on my dick! I moved her up onto the bed, and for the next two hours I alternated between fucking her and letting her suck my dick. She seemed to be enjoying herself a lot, and came several times, quite loudly. I wondered if she was over acting, for my benefit, or Tom's. Although, I didn't really care, since I was just living my fantasy of fucking the shit out of Tracey!

When I was finally sated, I got dressed and returned to the living room. Tom and Kenny were nowhere to be seen. I called to Tracey, and she walked naked into the room. She looked around, then led me down another hallway, to a guest bedroom. There they were, both naked, just talking. Kenny's interest piqued, when he saw Tracey's naked body, his dick twitched to life. Tom calmly reached out and grasped it tenderly and started stroking it slowly. When it was hard, he lowered his head and began sucking it!

I placed Tracey on the end of the bed, on her knees, bent forward to suck my dick, as she held me around my waist. This exposed her ass and pussy to Kenny's view, as Tom worked on his dick. We must have looked like two grinning idiots, as we spewed our loads of come into two of our major enemies from high school!

After we were both expertly orally cleaned, we got ready to leave. I told Tracey that I would need to use her car to get home, and would return it tomorrow. She didn't object, and knew what I would expect of her, upon my return. They both walked us to the garage door naked, I kissed Tracey, Kenny shook Tom's hand. We literally skipped to the car, this is more like what high school should have been like!.

End Chapter One

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