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Jason Lives



   Shooter3704



   (Author's foreword: This story is inspired by some true events as told
to me by a reader.  Of course I took some (a lot) literary licenses. 
Shooter)







   I met Jason Banning at a sorority function my junior year of college. 
Until that time I had been a good girl.  A very good girl.  I was a prude,
raised by prudes in a puritan town.  My father was a school teacher and my
mother taught Sunday school.  My name is Rebecca Miles and everyone, except
my father, calls me Becky.



   Until I met Jason, I kept impure thought safely tucked away in a dark
recess part of my brain, but Jason brought every one of them out.  All the
evil thoughts I had and the ones he planted.  He seemed to know just what
to say and just what to do to turn me on.



   He took my virginity in his dorm room on our fourth date.  Actually
that's unfair.  He didn't take it, I gave it to him gladly.  There in that
messy and smelly dorm room I discovered I liked sex and I liked it a lot. I
was eager to learn and Jason was eager to teach me.



   For a while my school work suffered because of this new found wonderful
thing called sex.  I cut my workload back so that I could spend more time
with Jason.  I'll give the devil his due.  Jason was a good instructor.  He
taught me about birth control and showed me how to get on birth control and
a host of other wonderful things about my body and about sex.



   Jason taught me the joy of oral sex and a short while later the joy of
anal sex and much more.  He used adult videos as a teaching guide.  Until
then I had never even seen an R-rated movie and suddenly there were no
secrets about a man and a maid.



   I'll never forget the first time Jason performed oral sex on me.  After
the initial revulsion, it was great.  It wasn't long before he had me
reciprocating and giving him head.  I found out that I could actually get
off sucking on his cock.  Yeah, I learned a new vocabulary, too.  The
clinical names I had been taught to use were words of the past.  Pussy,
cunt, cock and dick became common names.  Jason insisted on me using the
forbidden word, 'fuck'.



   Jason also insisted that as "his woman", I had to change my way of
dressing.  Gone were my ultra-conservative clothes.  It took a while for me
to get comfortable with my new look.  Also, my old underwear had to go.  My
plain cotton bras and panties were trashed and new risqué undies were
bought.  Jason insisted I wear the nearly invisible bras, when he let me
wear a bra at all.  That took a lot of getting used to.



   My breasts are fairly large and when I'm not wearing a bra I feel
self-conscious with the bounce and sway of my unfettered breasts.  Also, my
nipples are large and could easily be seen through any shirt or blouse, let
alone the shear things Jason wanted me to wear.



   Also, I had a lot of trouble getting used to Jason's public displays of
affection.  It didn't make a bit of difference to him where we might be. 
If he wanted to grope me or kiss me, he did.



   Between my junior and senior year I took a summer job near the campus.
The reason was twofold.  I wanted to ease the financial burden from my
folks, but more importantly I wanted to stay close to Jason.  I had became
a sex junkie.  Frankly, I couldn't get enough of it.  I was willing to do
anything Jason even hinted at to make him happy and to gave myself an
orgasm.



   It was that summer that Jason introduced me to group sex.  Oh, he was
cunning and clever with it, and I was involved almost before I knew it.  He
led me gently to that steep and slippery slope.



   On the banks of Crimson Lake there was a place that college students
went to get away from prying eyes.  The cops never bothered to patrol that
area.  One Friday evening several of our friends went to the lake to unwind
from the hard workweek.  I say our friends, but they actually were more
Jason's friends then mine.  I was taken into his circle of friends.  The
few friends I had didn't like the new slutty Becky Miles.



   Something else I discovered after meeting Jason was beer and pot.  Two
more things that were strictly forbidden in my home and for the most part,
in my hometown.  Both sinful things were only spoken about in whispers, if
at all.



   That night at the lake, Jason brought both beer and pot and I, being a
good follower, drank the beer and smoked the pot.  While I didn't need
either to get horny, pot always cranked me up big time, so I didn't object
when Jason felt me up in front of his friends.  I only offered token
resistance when he unbuttoned my shirt and played with my bare breasts.  We
were sitting on an old picnic table.



   In all honesty, I kinda liked displaying my goodies to the other guys.
There was something so naughty about it.  Having my tits played with in
front of the other boys had me reeling and I didn't notice that some of the
others had left.  I didn't pay much attention when one of the boys got a
blanket and spread it on the table.



   Jason completely removed my shirt and was sucking on my hard nipples. 
It wasn't until I realized there were other hands on my boobs that I
realized something was totally different.  I felt someone pulling my shorts
off and I struggled to sit up.



   "Relax, Becky," Jason whispered in my ear.  "Go with the flow, babe." He
pushed me back down on the blanket covered table top.  Someone pushed my
legs apart and I felt fingers toying with my pussy.  Suddenly I felt lips
on my pussy and a tongue licking my clitoris.  I was unable to offer any
other resistance from that moment on.



   There were four guys including Jason there.  Jason encouraged the other
three to fuck me while he watched.  Somebody's portable radio was playing
rock music.  The combination of beer, pot and rock and roll was too much. I
surrendered to lust and I participated in the sex with everything I could
manage.  There was a kaleidoscope of sex and I was only vaguely aware that
Jason was telling me and the men what to do.  It was like he was directing
the action.



   A couple of time Jason or one of the guys would shotgun me with pot
smoke.  I had gotten use to Jason covering my mouth and blowing the smoke
into my lungs.  I think I liked it best that way.  Intimate and
intoxicating at the same time.



   I don't know how long we were at the lake, but it was several hours of
non-stop sex.  They took me in every conceivable position.  Being doubled
was a first and again in the spirit of honesty, I'll confess I like the
double fuck.  In fact there was nothing about the night I didn't like.



   Jason got me into group sex nearly once a week that summer.  Whenever
and where ever we could manage it.  One of his friends was a black guy
named Gene.  Gene was a frequent lover that summer.



   Gene was different and not just in skin hue.  He was larger in the cock
department and he was rougher then the others.  He took, he demanded, and
he got what he wanted.



   Early the next school year Jason and Gene moved off campus into an
apartment over a garage.  Their landlord was an older black guy by the name
of Alfred Collins.  It didn't take but a couple of weeks for Jason to get
the old man involved in sex with me.



   I didn't find out until much later that it was how Jason and Gene paid
their rent.  Even after I found out, it didn't matter all that much to me.
I was caught up in the sex games.



   Mister Collins was nice and he was clean.  Two very important things for
me.  The first time Jason invited Mister Collins to share me, I think we
both were too nervous to enjoy it much.  Things got a lot better after that
first time.  Mister Collins had a huge cock.  It was the biggest I had ever
seen including the dirty movies Jason showed me.



   Thinking back on it Jason seemed to get a real thrill watching the old
black man fuck me.  It was the same when Gene fucked me.  Seeing his white
girlfriend getting serviced by black men really set him off.



   One afternoon Mister Collins asked me if he could take some pictures of
me.  At first I said no, but Jason told me to go ahead.  Of course I did as
Jason said and Mister Collins proved to be a good amateur photographer.  He
had a small studio set up in his house.



   It started slow with me posing in teasing shots.  Then to topless and
finally full frontal nudes.  I was comfortable being naked with Mister
Collins because by that time he had already fucked me a lot.  Actually, I
was proud of my body.  I was proud that I could make boys and even old men,
like Mister Collins, act and react to my charms.  The sin of pride didn't
seem so big compared to the other sins I was committing.



   Jason and the rest of the guys had a lot of fun looking at the copies of
the photographs.  It didn't surprise me that a lot of them disappeared.



   After three or four photo sessions, Mister Collins talked me in to some
really daring shots.  He got photos of me holding my pussy open.  Some with
my fingers or other objects inserted and the same for my butt.  Then we
progressed to me sucking on Mister Collin's big old black dick.  He used a
timer for that.  Jason got a real kick out of seeing those pictures.



   Of course the studio photography took a back seat to fucking.  There was
always some guy and his hard dick there for me to fuck.  Usually more than
one.  Mister Collins asked for and got Jason's permission to take pictures
during those times.  I never really gave it a second thought.  Like the
others, I enjoyed looking at my action photos.



   I suppose it was a natural progression to video.  It wasn't long before
I was a star in my own X-rated films.  It never dawned on me to ask Jason
what he was doing with the videos.  I should have asked, but I didn't.



   I spent the winter on my back when I wasn't in class.  It got so Jason
would get pissed and pout when I had my period.  It dawned on me he had
absolutely no idea how the human female body worked.  Didn't know and
didn't care.  The menstrual cycle was just an aggravation to him



   I so wanted to please Jason.  He could ask nothing that I wasn't willing
to do.  When he wanted to tape me having two cocks in my pussy I did it. 
It hurt and wasn't much fun, but I did as he asked.  I was, by any
definition, his sex slave.  That term as applied to Jason is a little miss
leading because over the winter he very seldom fucked me.  He had me fucked
and I was too enthralled with sex or too stupid to realize it.



   In the late spring the wheels came off the wagon.  No, they came off
long before that, but I hadn't realized it until then.  I found out that
Jason had been selling my pussy to the guys.  They were paying him to fuck
me.  He was selling the videos and even the photographs that Mister Collins
took.  There were dozens of videos out there and thousands of photographs.
I was so angry at Jason, I refused to even talk to him.



   He pleaded with me, he begged me, and then he threatened me.  He told me
if I didn't come back he would send the dirty photos and videos of me to my
parents and other people in my small town.  I didn't believe him and told
him to get lost.  Jason ruined my life.



   He did send the pictures and videos to my folks and the others just like
he said he would.  My mother and father disowned me.  They told me to never
come home, because to them, I was dead.  I considered taking my own life
for a while.  I couldn't believe my life had crashed.



   I managed to barely scrape by and finished college.  My GPA was shot
because of the last semester's poor grades, but I managed to make it.  I
went from a young, caring, loveable girl to a hard and bitter woman.

   ***



   I stayed celibate because I wanted nothing to do with any man.  I
despised them all.  I lucked out and found a good job and I worked hard. 
Every morning I woke up, thought about Jason's betrayal, and started my
day. I ended the day the same way.  In between, I worked my ass off.  I got
several quick promotions and after a while I was making a lot of money.  I
was driven and focused, but not very happy.



   When I heard about my father dieing, my hatred for Jason intensified. 
That hate motivated me to make a lot of money because having money enabled
me to keep up with Jason Banning.  I wanted to know where he was and what
he was doing.  I would have my revenge and when I did it would be sweet. 
Unfortunately I lost track of him after the second year.  The private
detective I hired turned out to be a lush.  He had been lieing to me all
along.



   "Miss Miles," my secretary said over the intercom.  "Alfred Collins is
here to see you.  He doesn't have an appointment." The name meant nothing
to me and I opened my mouth to tell her to have him make an appointment
like everyone else that wanted to see me.  I was reaching for the button
when it dawned on me that Alfred Collins might be Mister Collins from my
past.  I told her to send him in.  I'd give him a piece of my mind just
before I had security throw his ass out of the building.



   I had not seen Mister Collins for nearly five years, and the years had
not been kind to him.  He was stooped and grey.  He shuffled into my office
using a cane.



   "Miss Becky, I'm so sorry.  I didn't have no idea what them boys was
doing to you.  I swear I didn't know.  I thought we was just having fun,
honey.  Truly, I did." That was his opening remarks and the venom I was
prepared to spew vanished.  I believed him because he had no reason to come
to me and lie.



   "Yeah, Mister Collins, so did I," I said, offering him a seat.  It was
obvious from the outset that he was uncomfortable, so I didn't offer him
coffee or engage in too much small talk.  I asked him why he came to see me
after all the years.



   "I was talking to that Gene boy the other day.  He told me had Jason did
to you.  I'm so sorry, girl.  I didn't know." I thanked him for coming and
for telling me of his innocence, if that would be the right term for any of
us.  I was helping him to the elevator when I asked him if he had seen
Jason Banning recently.



   "No ma'am," he said "I ain't seen him in more than a couple months.  I
don't get out much these days with my knee like it is.  Hurts to walk much.
I mostly stay around the house."



   "Couple of months?  You've seen him that recently?" My so called PI told
me Jason had left town.



   "Yeah, I used to see him around a lot.  I see that Gene boy from time to
time.  I suspect he know where Jason hangs out.  I didn't ask him about
Jason." The busy hall wasn't a good place to talk so I asked Mister Collins
if I could give him a lift home.  Surprisingly, he agreed.



   Walking into that old house brought back a flood of memories. 
Astonishingly, all were pleasant memories.  Nothing had changed in the five
years, that I could see.  The house still had a peculiar but not unpleasant
odor that hosted the memory flood.



   I helped Mister Collins to his chair and was totally shocked to find I
was wet.  That was the first time in a long time.  Seeing and smelling the
house had aroused me.  It was as if someone had switched on a bright light.



   "I still got all your pictures," the old man said pointing at a large
album on a table.  "Couldn't bear to get rid of them even after I found out
what them boys did to you.  I never would have let then have them pictures
if I had known what they would do.  Rotten bastards.  That was just cold."



   I picked the album up and opened it.  There were over a thousand photos
of me in it.  Me and the others.  It was a photo commentary on my young
college life.  Rebecca Miles, the slut, I thought with a slight trace of
bitterness.  The bitterness was quickly replaced by a rising heat.  I could
actually feel the stirring in my body as I flipped through the big book.



   "Can I buy this album, Mister Collins?" I asked him.  He smiled and
shook his head.



   "No, but I'll trade you for it." It took me a moment to understand what
he was saying.  I guess my expression gave away what I was thinking. 
"Hell, honey, I'm seventy-five, but I ain't dead.  At least not yet.  My
old cock still get's hard now and again.  One more good romp won't kill
me."



   I had not had sex in nearly five years.  I was a highly successful
business woman and yet I was considering having sex with an old black man
who was old enough to be my grandfather.  It was just too funny.



   "Are you sure it won't kill you?" I asked, teasing him.



   "Hadn't yet," he answered with a wide grin.  "If it does, I can't think
of a better way to go Let me see if you changed any.  Take off them fancy
duds."



   It was as the span of years didn't exist.  I was doing what I had done
so many times before.  I stripped off my expensive suite and tossed it
aside.  I was wearing plain, but expensive, panties and bra.  Then there
was just skin.  I still had the sin of pride to deal with.  I had taken
care of my body in the fallow years of no sex.  I worked out and I jogged.
I was proud of my body.



   "Well, I'll be damned, Miss Becky," the old man said when I was naked.
"You used to look damned good and now, look at you.  You're even better
lookin' than you used to be.  Weee, girl, I got a boner coming for sure. 
Look at this." He unzipped and pulled his old and still great black cock
from his pants.  It wasn't fully erect, but it was getting there.



   "Come on, honey, and help it out a little," he said.  "Put your sweet
mouth on my old cock and get it up for me." I cheerfully did as he
requested.  The instant my lips touched his cock, I came.  Not a big
orgasm, but a nice little reminded of what I had been doing without.  It
took a few minutes longer than it used to, but I got his cock hard.



   "Turn around and set yourself down on my rod," he said.  Once again I
was that twenty-one year old girl doing what she was told to do.  I did as
Mister Collins asked.  My unused pussy was tight, but his massive old cock
went in with some effort, and down I went on it.  I had two small, but
nice, orgasms as he filled me and another larger one when he bottomed out.



   For an few moments I was afraid to move, but soon I had to.  I eased
upward a short distance and back down.  Up and back down.  I did that
several times each time going a little higher until I was sliding my slick
pussy over the entire length of his beautiful black cock.  His breathing
became ragged and I was afraid something bad was going to happen to him.



   "Are you all right?" I asked him.  I got off his cock and turned to face
him.  He had a huge smile on his face.  He beckoned me to remount and I
did, facing him.



   "You feel as good as you ever did, honey," he said as I engulfed his
cock again.  Suddenly it dawned on me that Mister Collins was the last man
to fuck me all those years ago.  I had just came up from his studio the day
I found out about Jason.  He was the last and the first again.  What a
peculiar world.



   Mister Collins and I fucked in that position for another fifteen minutes
or so before he erupted in me, filling my pussy to overflowing.  Suddenly I
thought about birth control and realized that I hadn't taken birth control
pills in many years.  Then I relaxed after realizing I wasn't in a fertile
cycle.  A morning after pill tomorrow would make sure, but I needed
something long term.  My sexuality was conscious again.  Hello libido!



   I helped the old timer to his bed and mounted him again.  Maybe the old
man had lost a few steps with age, but his cock felt like a million dollars
to me.  I spent the rest of the afternoon with Mister Collins and left him
completely worn out, but quite happy.



   It takes special muscles to fuck.  I realized that the next morning when
I felt my sore aching muscles.  I hurt, but it was a good feeling.  I woke
up feeling really alive.  That was something I hadn't felt in a long time.
I welcomed the return of my sexuality.

   ***



   My co-workers and especially the people who worked for me were surprised
at the change in me.  Some were downright suspicious that I was up to
something new and sinister.  I really couldn't blame them.  I had been a
fourteen caret gold bitch who had used every nasty trick in the book and
then some I invented myself to get ahead.



   The way I dressed that first morning of my new life was a drastic
departure from the severe cut business suits I habitually wore.  My rather
bright, sexy outfit was out of date, but so different I doubt anyone
noticed.



   My first order of business was to find a private investigator to find
Jason Banning.  There was some unfinished business I had to take care of. I
felt that I couldn't get my life in order until I destroyed Jason Banning.



   Since I had not bothered to form a single friendship, I called an
acquaintance of a acquaintance for a reference.  I was given a name and a
phone number of a PI.  Rick Short was the man's name.  I made an
appointment to see the detective that afternoon right after I went shopping
for some new clothes.

   ***



   "How can I be of service, Miss Miles?" Rick Short asked after I was
seated in his office.  His office was right out of the old nineteen forties
and fifties movies.  He laughed when I ask him if there was a bottle of
whiskey in his desk drawer.  He listened without interruption as I told him
what I wanted.



   "Why do you want to find this Jason Banning?" he asked when I finished.



   "Does it matter?" I asked in return.



   "As a matter of fact it does, Miss Miles.  I'm guessing revenge.  I
don't have a problem with that exactly, but I don't want to find myself
trying to explain to the cops how and why I fingered some guy to get
whacked.



   "I don't want to kill him," I said.  "That would be too quick and too
painless.  I want to destroy him.  If you can't or won't help, I'll find
someone who will."



   "Okay," he said smiling at me.



   "Okay what, Mister Short?"



   "Okay, find somebody else." He stood up behind his desk.  "Thanks for
coming in and good luck to you."



   "I can't believe it," I said staying seated.  "A private eye with a
moral code.  Are you some kind of freak?" He sat back down and looked at me
with a slight smile on his face.



   "Yeah, maybe," he said.  "There are a couple of factors involved. 
Business has been good so I'm not hungry and the other thing is I'd hate to
see you get screwed up just for some Mickey Mouse revenge.  It can't be
that important, can it?"



   "Yes, it can be that important, Mister Short." I told him exactly what
Jason Banning did to me.  How he had ruined me and my relationship with my
parents.



   "Okay, that's a horse of a different color.  You think he's in the
area?"



   "Yes, a mutual friend told me he saw him a couple of months ago.  There
is another friend named Gene who lives near-by." I had to rack my brain
trying to remember Gene's last name.  It finally came to me.  "Gene
Hackney," I said.



   "Okay, I'll take the case," Rick Short said.  "You're right.  He needs
to pay." He went over the fee schedule and I wrote him a check.



   Three days went by before I heard from my PI.  I was beginning to think
I had hired another dud.



   I bought a new wardrobe during the wait on his report.  I flirted with
my boss and the young black guy in the mail room.  I don't think either of
them knew what to make of the new Becky Miles.  No one in the office knew
and it was fun.



   I also visited Mister Collins a couple of times.  On my last visit I was
surprised that he had another visitor.  His son was there.  Lance Collins
was a burly man.  Not so tall as thick.  He was a powerful looking man of
about forty.  Mister Collins told me Lance was a career Army man who had
just retired after twenty years in the service.  I wasn't sure what Mister
Collins had told his son about me so I played it cool.



   "Are you married, Lance?" I asked.  He smiled and shook his head.



   "Not any longer," he said showing me his pretty white teeth.  I wouldn't
classify Lance Collins as handsome, but he did have an interesting face. 
His round shaven head fit the rest of his massive body.  "The Army life
isn't conducive to a happy marriage."



   "Bullshit," Mister Collins, the elder, said with a snort.  "That wasn't
the reason she left you and you know it.  You plum wore her out 'cause she
couldn't keep up with you." The old man turned back to me.  "Becky, all my
boys was born hung, but Lance." he laughed, shaking his head.  "That boy
got one hell of a cock.  What did you end up with Lance?  Nine inches? 
Bigger?"



   "A tad over ten inches," Lance admitted, smiling at his old man.



   "Yeah, I though so," the old man said with a cackle.  "I told Lance
about me and you Becky.  I hope that was all right.  I guess I was bragging
some, if you want the truth."



   "Until you showed up I though Pop was losing touch with reality," Lance
said to me.  "I think it's special that you been taking care of him." I
laughed to cover up the flash of embarrassment I felt.  This conversation
was surreal.



   "Lance thought I was crazy so I showed him a few pictures of you I had
left.  Copies of the ones you traded me out of," Mister Collins said.



   "I liked your photos, Becky," Lance said, "but frankly I thought Pop
bought them somewhere."



   "You liked them, huh?" I said just to have something to say.



   "Yes, I'm a photographer, too.  That's what I did for the Army.  You are
a great model."



   "That was a long time ago," I said.  "I haven't had any pictures taken
in over five years."



   "She's better lookin' now than she was and that's saying a lot," Mister
Collins said.  "Get her to model for you, Lance."



   "I'd like that, Becky," Lance said quickly.  "Pop still has his studio,
but I have my own digital camera.  Let's do it."



   In all honesty I was an easy sell.  I loved modeling for Mister Collins.
It took Lance a few minutes to get set up and I used that time to refresh
my make-up.  We finished getting ready about the same time.  There are some
things in life that are predictable.  What happened next was totally
predictable.



   Mister Collins rolled his wheelchair into the studio and waited.



   "Lookin' good, Becky," Lance said when I came out of the bathroom that
doubled as a dressing room.  I had removed my panties and bra and I was
dressed in a pink silk dress that buttoned up the front.  I had left the
three top buttons unbuttoned.



   Lance took a few photos and fiddled with the camera and the big lights
then got serious.  He put in through several poses before telling me to
open the dress more.  I unbuttoned it to my waist.  A few more snaps and he
told me to unbutton it all the way.  The dress fell open covering my
breasts, but exposing my pussy to their gaze.  It didn't take long before I
was completely naked.



   "Lay back and spread your legs," Lance directed.  I did as he asked.  I
was on a cot like affair that was covered with a black drape.  "Play with
your pussy.that's it.spread your pussy lips and let me see a lot of pink.
Are you getting hot, Becky?" I nodded looking directly at the camera lens
while he took the pictures.  "Ger a finger in your cunt," Lance said. 
"That's good.Now a couple of fingers.go deep.cum for us Becky." I did I had
a nice little orgasm.  "While I was frigging myself, Lance handed his
camera to Mister Collins and took his pants and shirt off.



   I could hardly believe the size of his cock.  He stroked it to full
hardness as he walked toward me.  I continued to finger my soaking wet
pussy as he approached me.  Every nerve in my body was vibrating with
anticipation.  Lance stopped at the edge of the cot and looked down at me,
a smile playing around his mouth.



   "See anything you might like?" he asked.  I switched hands and took his
hard throbbing cock in my hand while still finger-fucking my pussy.  His
cock felt like a steal rod covered in thick ebony velvet.  There was a drop
of moisture on the tip.  I sat up and leaned forward and touched the drop
of pre-cum with the very tip of my tongue.  I tasted it and liked the
taste. Pre-cum has a different taste than semen which I also like the taste
of.



   I made a circle with my mouth and slipped his cock head into the circle.
I had to stretch my mouth to take him in.  After a couple times of sucking
cock I found that I loved it.  I liked the feeling of power I had over the
man, if only for that brief time.  I liked the feeling of the hard cock
coming alive in my mouth.  I wanted Lance to cum in my mouth, but he was
having none of that.



   "No, Becky," he said taking his cock away from me.  "The first time I
come will be in your cunt." Okay that was okay with me, too.  He grabbed my
legs and twisted me around and pulled me up so that my pussy was right at
his jerking hard cock.  I took it and put it to my pussy and gently tugged
on him to come on.



   "Oh, God!" I screamed as his cock penetrated me.  He had shoved almost
half of it in me and I felt already full.  He was stretching he to the max.
He stood still a moment letting me get accustomed to his girth.  He asked
me if I wanted some more and I eagerly told him I did.  That I wanted all
of it, but to please take it easy.



   Over the next ten minutes or so he worked all of his wonderful cock into
me.  In the old days I could cum easy and that ability hadn't deserted me.
I started cuming when he put his cock in me and just kept on cuming.



   "You got her goin' now, boy," Mister Collins said.  I had nearly forgot
he was even in the world.  "Cream that bitch slut.  Make her howl."



   I don't know when or how we ended up on the floor, but we did.  Lance
was on me for a while then rolled over and put me on top.  That wild animal
sex was something I had temporarily forgotten about, but it came back in a
hurry.



   Lance was in me for over half an hour of nonstop, slamming hard fucking.
When he erupted in me the last time I was a leaking mess.  Cum was gushing
out of my pussy.  Lance and I lay there on the floor panting like a couple
of dogs for another ten minutes.



   "Here you go, sugar," Mister Collins said throwing me a towel.  I
managed to get up and held the towel over my leaking pussy until I got to
the bathroom.  I noticed that Mister Collins had his cock out so I assumed
he had jacked-off while his son fucked the crap out of me, but he had me
suck and jack him off again when I got cleaned up.  Lance took some
pictures of me sucking his father's cock.

   ***



   I ran by my apartment, showered, and changed the cum spotted dress.  I
made it back to work just in time to get a call from Rick Short.  I asked
him if he could come by my place after work.  I was getting behind at the
office even if I was catching up elsewhere.



   After a busy afternoon I finally managed to shut it down and escape.  I
was on my way home when it dawned on me that I told Rick to come at
seven-thirty.  That was when I told Lance to come.  Oh well, Lance would
have to wait until Rick made his report and then we'd go out.  I had an
honest to goodness, go out, and set in a nice restaurant, date.  With a
real man!



   The meeting between Rick Short and Lance Collins did not go anywhere
like I thought it would.  I suspected, since they both are men, they would
try some one-upmanship, posture a bit, spray some testosterone around and
one would bow his head in shame and skulk out.



   Rick arrived just as I was ready to get into the shower.  I answered the
door in my robe and invited him in.  I got him a beer and just as he was
about to give me his report the doorbell rang.  It was Lance.  I let him in
and opened my mouth to make the introductions.



   "I thought you were in the desert protecting me and the American way,"
Rick said to Lance.



   "Got tired of protecting you," Lance replied.  Neither man smiled.  "You
still peeking in windows for a living?" Rick got up from the couch and
strolled to Lance.  I started to duck out of the way when to my surprise
they hugged and both of them laughed and started pounding each other on the
shoulders.



   "I'm going out on a limb here, and guess you two know each other," I
said.



   "Oh hell yes," Lance said.  "I know him.  How long Rick?"



   "Hundred years or more," my PI said grinning.  "Since elementary school.
Are you out of the Army now or just home on leave?"



   "I'm out," Lance said.  "Put my papers in and took off like a big bird.
It's good to see you, Rick."



   "Well, I'll leave you guys to catch up and I'll go shower," I said. 
They weren't paying me a lot of attention anyway.  "Help yourself to the
beer in the refrigerator."



   Twenty minutes later I was dressed and they were still doing the 'what
happened to old so and so' bit.



   "Did I ever thank you for helping Pop?" Lance said to Rick as I came
into the room.



   "Couple hundred times," Rick said laughing.  "None was needed then and
still isn't needed now."



   "So you say," Lance said looking appreciatively at me.  "Wow, Rick,
would you look at that?  Becky, you look good enough to make a good dog
break his leash.  Isn't she something, Rick?"



   "She happens to be my client, so I dare not make any remark that
suggests anything other than a professional relationship," Rick said.  He
whispered something to Lance, causing Lance to grin and nod his head.



   "What did he say, Lance?" I asked.



   "He said you looked good enough to eat," Lance answered grinning.  "I
agree, too."



   "Thank you both," I said.  I called the restaurant and changed the
reservation to three people.  I could see that the old home week wasn't
going to end anytime soon.  We took a cab to the restaurant.



   "Did you know Becky is a great model?" Lance asked Rick.  During the
meal I was content to listen to the two men who were so much alike yet
vastly different, too.  "I took some great photos of her today."



   "I can see where she would be, "The PI said giving me an appraising
look. "Oh, before I forget it Miss Miles, I found where Jason Banning holds
up.  I also got some background on him.  Your investigator was partly
correct when he said Banning left town.  He was a guest of the government
for almost three years.  He sold some junk stock and got caught."



   "I see," I said.  "Let's forget the Miss Miles and Mister Short bit. 
What's he doing for a living these days?"



   "Whatever he can get into.  Does some small time loan-sharking and pimps
for a couple girls.  He's strictly small potatoes.  He's living in a
rat-hole apartment off Seventeenth Street.  I found that out from a friend
of mine who controls the flesh trade in that part of town."



   Because of the quizzical looks from Lance, I brought him up to speed. 
He listened closely until I finished.



   "Yeah, Pop told me something about that," Lance said.  "Lousy piece of
shit."



   "He sure was.is," Rick agreed.  "It does present a problem thought.  How
can you destroy someone who has already destroyed himself?"



   "Yeah, be hard to take something away from someone when they don't have
anything to start with.  What are you going to do, Becky?" Lance asked.



   "I don't know," I said.  This news was going to cause me to re-think my
position.  I had spent too many years plotting revenge to just let go now.
The one great motivator in my live had been for me to live and Jason
Banning to die.  "Find him for me, Rick.  I want to see him."



   "Okay, I'll have him for you in a couple of days," Rick said.  "Well,
it's been great seeing you, Lance, but I know you two have plans.  I'll get
a cab back to my car and."



   "No, you don't have to go," I said glancing at Lance who nodded at me.
"Let's all go back to my place." I was glad I wore panties because I would
have soaked my dress.

   ***





   When we got back to my apartment it didn't take long for things to get
started.  I got us some drinks and hadn't any more than set down when Rick
asked lance if he had any of the photos he had taken of me.



   "No, I didn't print any of them yet.  I uploaded them to my computer and
cleaned the camera memory.  Hey, I have my camera with me.  We can take
some more.  Becky, why don't you go put something sexy on while I get the
camera out of the car?"



   I'm so easy.  I ran and put on a brand new outfit I had just bought at
Victoria's Secret.  A black really risqué panty and bra set with a matching
shear robe.  I added a black garter, stockings, and heels



   Both men gave me a wolf whistle when I walked back into the room.  That
always makes a girl feel appreciated and admired.  I posed with the robe
for a few shots then discarded it.



   "Hot property, huh?" Lance asked Rick.



   "Oh yeah," Rick responded leering at my nearly nude body.  "Damned hot."



   Lance directed me through the removal of my bra and then the removal of
the panties.  I kept the stocking and heels on.  Lance had me moved about
the room striking poses as I went.



   "The slut has some great pussy," Lance said.  "Loves a hard cock, don't
you slut?"



   "I do love a hard cock," I admitted.  Lance had me leaning back on the
low coffee table with my legs apart.  He didn't have to tell me to play
with myself.  I needed to do so.



   "Go get some head from that bitch," Lance told Rick.  Rick had his cock
out by them.  He slipped his pants and shirt off and came to stand by my
head.  Rick's cock wasn't as big as Lance's or even Mister Collins, but it
was nice and it was hard.



   "It ain't black like you like, Becky, but give my man son head anyway,"
Lance told me.  It wasn't any chore to suck Rick's cock.  I really like to
suck cock regardless of what color it is.



   I was really into sucking Rick when I felt Lance between my legs and
soon his lips on my wet pussy.  I had a nice orgasm when Lance playfully
bit my clit.



   "You want to fuck her first, Rick?" Lance asked raising his head from
between my legs.  "Be my guest." Lance was acting like the host instead of
a guest, but I didn't mind.  In fact I liked being dominated and told what
to do.



   I came hard when Rick rammed his cock in me.  I came again a few minutes
later and I just kept climaxing.  I didn't stop when Lance fucked me and I
kept going when they both fucked me.  Rick took my ass and Lance fucked my
pussy and it was wonderful.



   Rediscovering sex was great and rediscovering sex with two men was even
greater.  Between Rick and Lance I was fucked hard for nearly two hours. 
There was a brief rest period and they started again on me.  I loved every
sweaty minute of it.



   That was Friday night.  They both were back Saturday afternoon and they
stayed until Sunday night.  By the time I got to work on Monday I was one
well fucked girl.

   ***



   "I meant to ask.  What did you do for Mister Collins?"" I asked Rick. 
We met in a small but nice bar near his office.  I was responding to his
invitation.



   "Nothing much," Rick answered looking embarrassed.  "The city was trying
to condemn his house to build a park or something.  I dug around and found
that an assistant city manager who was the prime mover was fucking around
on his wife.  I presented him an option and he elected to build somewhere
else.  No big deal.  I found Gene Hackney and he told me where to find
Jason Banning." He paused.



   "So stop the drama, dammit," I said.  "Where is he?"



   "He's in the city jail as we speak," Rick said grinning at me.  "Strong
arm robbery is the charge.  He can't make the ten grand bail so he's
sitting and waiting trial."



   I considered that.  It was really going to be difficult to destroy
Jason. He seemed to be doing pretty good without my help.  Jason's college
degree wasn't doing much for him it appeared.



   "What would it take to bail him out?" I asked Rick.  He told me that a
bonding company would do it for ten percent of the bail.



   "Why get him out of you don't have some plans for his ass?" Rick asked.
That was a good question.  "Look, Becky, he's nearly bottomed out.  They
have him dead to right on the beef.  He beat up a female cop and was about
to rob her when her partner latched on to him.  He's looking at hard time.
Besides killing him, and that might be a blessing for him, there's nothing
you can do to make it worse.  Can I give you some advice?"



   "Of course," I said.



   "You are young, your are pretty, you are successful.  You are everything
Jason Banning is not.  Let it go, Becky.  Just let it go and get on with
your life."



   I left Rick shortly after and I gave a lot of thought to what he said.
It made sense.  I was tired of thinking about revenge all of the time.  I
wanted to live my life and enjoy it.



   The next day I went to the jail to see Jason Banning.  At the very least
I wanted to look him in the eye and tell him what I thought of him.



   "God, you sure look good, Becky," Jason said through the speaker hole in
the thick plastic glass that separated us.  "You look even better than you
used to.  Can you get me out of here?" I shook my head and looked at the
poor wreck of a man.  He looked nothing like the man I fell in love with.
The man I did everything for.  Frankly, I would not have recognized him on
the street.  He had aged twenty years in the five years that passed.  I
couldn't believe that I had ever seen anything in him to love.



   "You are low-life scum, Jason," I said to him.  I said it loud enough
for the guard and the other visitors to hear me.  "You ruined my life, but
I recovered.  You." I ran out of words.  I looked at his dead eyes a
moment, got up, and left him.  Jason Banning is alive, but he'd not living.
I left the jail and went to find my friends and live the good life.  Jason
lives and I don't care.


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