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Love Conquers All

by JS3729

(mf, MF, ff, mc, rom, ts)
Very little actual sex.

Update Note:  I am writing the missing sex scenes for some of the
chapters of this story.
                     I will be posting these updates when I finish
writing them.  I have currently 
                     finished only the first scene.  It is for the end
of Chapter 6 and it describes
                     Geo and Ingrid's sexy and touching reunion.
Enjoy.
 
Note:

This is my first story, and let me apologize, in advance to any
lesbians who may read this.  I do not mean for this story to demean or
ridicule lesbianism in any way - it just is a part of the whole story
and please treat it as such.

I also want feedback of any kind on this story.  I want to write more,
but I don't want to make the same mistakes over and over again.
Praises and complaints are both very welcomed.

E Mail me at JS3729@mindspring.com

Thank you in advance.

Chapter One
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I walked up to the front door of my old school buddy's house with a
bit of apprehension.  I had not seen Brian for nearly seven years
since our senior year in high school.  We each went to different
colleges and neither one of us was the writing type, so we kind of
lost track of each other.

Brian had finally called me about a week ago, and asked me to visit
him and his family.  This really surprised me, as I had always thought
that Brian would never marry, much less have a family.  He was madly
in love with one of his neighbors, Lynda, but she was not interested
in him - in fact, most of us were really sure that she was lesbian as
she never dated any guys at all.   

Oh well, he must have finally found someone to love instead of Lynda.
I wondered if it might be Wanda (she was always in love with Brian,
but he never could see it because of Lynda).

I knocked on the door and was met by a lovely three or four year old
girl (I mean REALLY lovely).  I looked at her for a second or two and
wondered why I had not yet settled down.  (I knew the reason really, I
just could never bring myself to admit that I was in love with Wanda,
and I knew that there was no hope).

"What is your name, sweetie? I asked this vision in front of me.

"Lynda", she giggled.  "You must be Uncle George?'

"Yeah, I guess I am Uncle George."   Brian and I had always been like
brothers, anyway.

"Hey, Geo (Brian's nickname for me), long time no see, bud!"  Brian
bellowed from somewhere inside the house.

As Lynda led me in the house, I thought, of course, Brian's daughter
would be named Lynda.  

Hey Brian, looks like you have a future heartbreaker here..."  I
laughed.

"What do you mean FUTURE!  She already has a couple of the guys in day
care nervous."  Brian chuckled.

At this point, a melodic and beautiful voice interrupted us:  "See
what good breeding can cause."

I turned towards the kitchen, and my jaw dropped about down to the
floor - Standing in the doorway of the kitchen was a grown-up version
of the enchantress now draped around my legs.

Brian saw my reaction, and smiled and said "You remember Lynda, don't
you, Geo?"

I just stared for about five more seconds, my mouth would not work at
all.

Lynda, walked over to me and gave me a kiss and said  "You look
surprised to see me."

Surprised, no, shocked would be more like it.  As I looked (no,
stared) at Lynda, I had to ask the question, but I did not want to do
so in front of their daughter, so I just said "I don't believe what I
am seeing, but you will have to tell me all about it later.  I do not
think I could sleep tonight otherwise."

Give Lynda and Brian credit, they did not pretend to not know what I
was talking about and they both smiled and Brian said he would tell me
the whole story while the two Lyndas prepared dinner.

"Oh, by the way, we have another one of the old gang dropping by for
supper - I think you might like to meet again."

Now he had my interest - "Who?"

"You don't think I am going to spoil the surprise?  Both Lyndas might
kill me!!"

"I will wait, but only if you tell me how THIS all happened."

Brian motioned to the couch and said to get comfortable - this will
take a while.

While he was sitting down, I tried not to hope that Wanda would be the
guest.  I had also lost track of her after my senior year, but I know
that I still loved her.

Brian started his story.  

"I guess most of this started in junior high in the summer between
seventh and eighth grade.  Lynda and I had just returned from a coed
summer camp, and I was looking forward to spending a lot more time
with her the rest of that summer."

"Lynda and I had rode up togther as we had always been good friends,
but the first sign I had that something was not right was when Lynda
called her mother and had her take Lynda home by herself.  This was
very upsetting to me - I wondered if I had done somthing to make her
mad at me."

At this point in the story the elder Lynda came out of the kitchen and
whispered something to Brian, he nodded and left for the kitchen.
Lynda sat down and smiled.

"Where did Brian leave off?"

"You had just come home from camp alone, not with Brian."

"Well, it actually started earlier than that, but Brian would not have
known that."

"You see, I met Wanda for the first time in camp, and something just
clicked between us.  I had been having fantasies about other women for
months, and it really scared me, as I was also in love with Brian
(still am, in fact).  But somehow, after the camp was over, I no
longer had any interest in boys.  That is why I asked my mom to pick
me up.  She knew something was wrong, and she naturally assumed that
Brian had done something to hurt me.  I did not want to face the truth
of my new feelings, so I let her believe that, but it was not true.
Brian was so much the gentleman and shy, that I used to be quite
frustrated that he wouldn't even try to kiss me.  I thought I was
ugly."

"You are kidding - half of the males in school would have sold their
souls to have a date with you, and the other half probably had wet
dreams about you for several years.  I know I had a few, myself"  I
said, blushing beet red.

Lynda smiled and said "You know, I never thought about it til just
now, but you may have been right - but anyway, I would not have
noticed or even have cared back then.  You see, I had found out that I
liked women.  You guys probably suspected as much in high school - I
never dated or was seen with any guys, including Brian, and the gossip
mill was off and running."

Brian came back out of the kitchen in time to hear Lynda's last
sentences and sat back down with me.. Lynda went back into the
kitchen.

Brian continued  "Now I know what you are thinking - why didn't I make
a move on Lynda back then.  I have asked myself that same question for
many, many years and the only answer I could come up with was that I
was scared - scared that I might send her away, or worse yet, lose her
entirely.  Of course, that is what happened."

I was trying to fight back tears, not very successfully.

Brian looked at me and said  "You are not going to like some of what I
have to tell you because it concerns you and it concerns Wanda.  I
know you have loved Wanda for about as long as I have loved Lynda."

"Is she the other guest?"  I was reaching and hoping here.

"I promised Lynda and our guest I would not tell, but I will tell you
that our guest is female and that you have known her for a long time."

Brian looked into the kitchen, and yelled "Everything OK in there - it
seems awful quiet for two beauties to be preparing food?"

Lynda's voice came out "Yes, we are just fixing up the roast.  Dinner
should be ready shortly.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Brian jumped up to answer it."

My heart was pounding as Brian ushered the other guest in.  I was
disappointed and about ready to cry again.  It wasn't Wanda.

Chapter Two
***************************************************************************

The other guest was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place her.
However, I was not going to let that deter me, because I had an
instant hard-on just from looking at her.  She had long, thick
brunette hair down to about the tops of  her breasts.  Since I was an
unabashed tit man, her breasts got my attention right away - they had
to be at least 44DDs or more.  The rest of the package was just as
gorgeous too, and I was racking my brain to figure out who this was.

Brian and the guest both stood there with huge grins on their faces,
as they realized I did not have a clue as to who this lady was.  And
both Lyndas were laughing from the door of the kitchen.

All of a sudden, it hit me:  "Ingrid?"

She laughed and said, "I was wondering when your brain would figure it
out.  Some other part knew instantly."  I could have melted into the
carpet.

Ingrid was a foreign exchange student that was in my junior and senior
years.  I had asked her out a few times because I spoke her language
(she was from Denmark) and she felt comfortable with me (all right, I
was trying to fuck her too).  By that point, I knew I had no chance
with Wanda because the only two things on her mind were hooking Brian
and bedding Lynda (Wanda was happily bisexual, or so I thought).

Ingrid and I split up when she had to return to Denmark, but I can say
I have never forgotten her.  If I couldn't ever have Wanda, Ingrid
would have been my next choice.  I was trying to see if she had a
wedding ring on her finger, but I couldn't see her hand from where I
was standing.

Ingrid must have seen me looking because she said "No, I am not
married, never have been.  You are a pretty tough act to follow, you
know..."

At that point, I finally realized that while I was still very much in
love with Wanda, I was also in love with Ingrid.  She was the only
person I had ever fucked in my life and then only twice - both just
before she was to leave.

I finally found my voice  "Ingrid, I thought you were still living in
Copenhagen."

She smiled and said "I have been for the last six years, but I moved
back into town a couple of months ago.  I have a new job as a
stewardess flight instructor which is based in this town."

I had not known what she did for a living, but a stewardess made sense
since we had spent quite a few nights looking at the stars (and doing
other things).

Ingrid came over and kissed me.  I immediately kissed her back and we
held each other for a few minutes.  My erection had also returned and
that got quite a reaction from Ingrid.  As she pulled away from the
kiss, I could see a look of pure lust on her face.

"Uugh"  came a small voice from the kitchen and four adults broke out
laughing.

Ingrid came and sat down on the couch with me and started to ask what
I was doing now.  I was a professional interpreter (I had taken
several language classes in both high school and college).  I was very
much in demand because of the amount of languages that I could speak.
Danish was one of my very best.  I decided to have a little fun with
Brian and Lynda who had joined us in the living room.  Little Lynda
was sent upstairs to clean up for dinner.

Winking at Ingrid, I said in Danish "How would you like to fuck
Brian?"

Ingrid tried to control her laughter and said back in Danish "I would,
but only if you fucked Lynda."

Brian was sitting there with a quizzical look on his face - he did not
know any Danish, but Lynda did and she broke out laughing."   Lynda
fired back also in Danish  "Have you got a spot picked out yet, or
should we just go back into the kitchen?"

This broke Ingrid and I up too.  The look on Brian's face was
priceless, and I knew he would not rest until he found out what we
were talking about.  I also knew Lynda well enough to know that she
would not tell him until later that night in bed.

Speaking of bed, I just hit me - where was I going to sleep?  There
was only one couch that I could see, and I figured that Brian and
Lynda and Little Lynda had the other bedrooms.   Maybe Ingrid was just
here for supper.  Yeah, that must be it.

Lynda stood up and "Supper time everyone"  "Lynda, get your butt down
here now!!"

Chapter Three
***************************************************************************

Dinner time went fairly well, little Lynda wolfed her food down fast
and made a beeline for the TV.   Both Brian and Lynda gave her
withering looks, but let her get away with it.

I had been staring at Ingrid through most of the meal, and I was
thinking about how much I would like to see her again after tonight
(all right, I wanted to fuck her so bad that my cock felt like it was
made of steel).  

She looked at me much the same way, and I wondered if the old feelings
were still there after nearly seven years.  I knew they were for me.

After dinner, I asked Brian to pick up his story while Ingrid and
Lynda did the dishes  (I know it sounds like we were male chavaunist
pigs, but they insisted - I'm sure they wanted a little girl talk, and
knowing Lynda, wondered if she was still liking women).  

Brian must have read my face, because he said  "Yes, she still likes
to fuck women, but at least she asks me before she does it."   I could
see this still hurt him, and I wondered if Lynda knew how much it did.
I would talk to her later about it.

Brian continued with the story:  "About two weeks after summer camp
ended, I saw Lynda for the first time.  She was with Wanda and they
were kissing in her back yard.  (Lynda's folks both worked during the
day)  I felt my heart break in two and I started to cry
uncontrollably.  My mom heard me and asked me what was wrong - I
couldn't talk or answer - I just pointed.  (Lynda's back yard was very
visable from Brian's room - it was where I first saw Wanda).  My mom's
eyes got very wide and she immediately left the room.  I looked out to
see what was happening and I found that Lynda had Wanda's top off and
was sucking her breasts.  Wanda was trying to take Lynda's top off,
but not having any success.  About that time, my mom came into the
back yard and asked Lynda what she was doing.  Lynda spat at her to
mind your own business and leave the property.   My mom, who had known
Lynda most of her life was shocked and amazed.   She ran home and went
into my room and we cried together for a long time."

Lynda came back into the room at this point saying that Ingrid was
using the powder room and would be back shortly.  I noticed Lynda's
face was a little flushed and I got a tinge of jealousy (why, I don't
know - Ingrid and I had not even dated yet).  I looked at Brian and
saw his eyes tear up too.  I could tell his wife's lesbianism would
always bother him, and I hoped it did not break up their marriage.

Lynda noticed the reactions of both Brian and I and she started to
cry.  "Damn you, Wanda!", she cried and I went white as a sheet.

"What do you mean,  Damn you Wanda?" I asked Lynda.  Ingrid came into
the room just then and echoed my question.  (Ingrid had known Wanda
too, but had never seemed to like her - I always thought it was
because she liked me and thought Wanda was a threat - she was)

Lynda cleared her throat and said that Wanda was the main reason she
was like she was, but the story would make it all clear.

By this point, I had to know what happened to Wanda, because I did not
like the way the story was turning.

Chapter Four
***************************************************************************

Lynda picked the story up from where Brian had left off.   Ingrid was
now sitting right next to me and was running her hands over my
shoulders.  I knew it was to try to calm me down, but it still felt
awfully good.

"When I realized (about ten minutes later) what I had done to Brian's
mother (and Brian, because I knew he had seen me and Wanda making
out), I had my first inclination that something was not quite right,
but I was still too dumb to know what it was.  But whatever it was, it
had made me yell at Brian's mother who was like a second mother to me
and it upset me greatly.  I pushed Wanda away (a very hard thing to
do) and told her to go home and I would call her later.  I went to the
neighbor's house and knocked on the door.  Brian's father answered,
but would not let me talk to either of them.   I could see he had been
crying too, and I was truly mystified at the reactions.  I did not
know (or more correctly, remember) the love I had for Brian.  After
all, he was a boy, and I did not associate with boys any longer."

She paused and I began to think that maybe I did not want to see Wanda
again.

Brian picked up the story next.

"After my mom and I calmed down a little, she told me to forget about
Lynda (not possible) and try to find someone else.  She might as well
have told me sit and hatch an egg.  I could no more forget Lynda than
I could my own name.  About a month later, you, Geo came over the
house for a sleepover.  I was glad for the company because it might
get my mind off Lynda for a while.  That is when we both first met
Wanda."

Let me describe Wanda back in those days:  she was tall, slender,
drop-dead gorgeous and had the second largest set of tits in school
(Lynda had the largest) and had every guy in the school completely
nuts over her.  The sobering fact that she seemed to be only
interested in girls caused most of the male class in my four years of
high school to have the most severe case of blue balls in recorded
history.  What was even worse was that Wanda knew this and clung to
Lynda like a prize possession which made it all the more worse.  The
first time I met her, I had fallen hopelessly in love with her, but
she made it clear that boys were just a necessary evil to be put up
with until the end of school when they could be free of them.  The
strange part to me was as much as I fell for Wanda, she fell just as
hard for Brian which surprised us all, Lynda the most.

Lynda continued:  "From the first time Wanda saw Brian, I knew I had a
rival.  As I think about it now, it is truly amazing to me that the
boy I loved with all my heart just six months ago, was now a rival for
the attentions of my new love of my life.  Had I had a concious
thought back then, I would have realized how strange it was and maybe
I would have not had to suffer the way I did later and still do now."

Brian continued:  "I never wanted Wanda, ever.  I think subconciously
I knew that she had something to do with Lynda's sudden rejection of
me and the whole male race, but I was not smart enough to understand."

At this point, Ingrid interrupted:  "I don't understand.  How could
you love somebody for eight or nine years and in just six months come
to hate them?  It doesn't make any sense."

Brian and Lynda both said  "Yes, you are right, but if you listen you
will find out why and you will find out why the person we both hate
the most in the world is Geo's one time love - Wanda."

They had both spat the name out as if it were a distasteful food.

By now,  I knew that I would not being seeing Wanda tonight, but I was
also beginning to think I did not want to.

Chapter Five
***************************************************************************

Ingrid cuddled into me on the couch because I think she could sense
that maybe I had finally understood just what Wanda really was.  She
looked at me and said "I am supposed to leave shortly, I would like
you to drive me home, if you want to."

Did I want to!?!  You damn betcha I wanted to, but I also wanted to
hear the end of this story because I had to know what Wanda had done
to make my two best friends so mad at her.  I turned to Ingrid and
said  "You do not know how much I want to take you home tonight, but I
cannot leave without hearing the end of this story.  I realize that I
have never stopped loving you, but to be perfectly honest, I am still
in love with Wanda and I have to hear the end of this story.  Can't
you stay for a while longer, please?"

Ingrid smiled a smile that I have only seen on a woman twice - when I
saw Brian and Lynda smile at each other tonight and when I first
screwed Ingrid,  I knew in an instant that she still loved me and that
made the rest of my life seem a lot happier.

She said,  "I have to be up at six in the morning, but wild horses
could not drag me away now.  Besides, I am just as curious as you.
Please continue Brian or Lynda."

Brian and Lynda both had big silly grins on their faces as they
realized their matchmaking efforts were succeeding.

Lynda continued the story:

"Shortly after you met her, I stopped over at Wanda's house to find
that she was not at home.  I met her mother and she could pass for the
Wicked Witch of the West, an uglier looking women I have yet to see.
I could not understand how someone as gorgeous as Wanda could have
come from her.   I asked her if Wanda was home, but she said something
very odd.  She said yes, but she could not be disturbed as she was
working on her homework.  I thought that was odd, because we had no
homework tonight.  In fact, we were supposed to fuck for the first
time tonight.  We had planned it for several weeks."

Brian had a very pained look on his face which was shared by me.
Ingrid looked dumbfounded.

Ingrid said  "What do you mean you were supposed to fuck for the first
time - girls can't fuck, at least not in the penetration sense."

Lynda continued  "Have you ever heard of a dildo?  We used them as
penises.  Wanda was usually the man in our relationship."   She took a
deep breath and muttered,  "One of the great regrets of my life is
that I lost my virginity to a piece of rubber and not to the man I
loved."

This was too much for Brian and he broke down in sobs in his chair,
joined by Lynda who was crying just as hard.

I turned to Ingrid and said "I am beginning to see why they hate Wanda
and I am beginning to hate her myself."

Ingrid spat out "I always have."

Chapter Six
***************************************************************************

Brian had recovered enough to continue.

"I was taking a class in psychology and Wanda was also in that class.
She was quite good, in fact she aced all the tests without trying too
hard.  I did not occur to me until much later, that she seemed to know
a little too much about hypnotism for a high school student."

A lightbulb came on in my head.  That would explain some of the things
that happened with Brian and Wanda later.

Brian had already stated that he hated Wanda, and he did, but
nonetheless, one day I went over to his house and heard loud moans and
whimpers from the back yard.  Since this was right after school,
neither of his parents were home yet, so I decided to investigate
(you know - junior secret agent and all that).  

I opened the door to the back yard, and there was Wanda fucking Brian!
I could not believe my eyes.  I started to tear up and ran back home.
I decided this would be the time to ask him about that.

"Brian, you said you hated Wanda.'"  he nodded.  "If that is the case,
why were you fucking her after school during our junior year?"

Lynda and Brian both looked shocked.   Ingrid was staring
open-mouthed.

Brian spat out "I never fucked Wanda - I could not even touch that
bitch unless it would be to pull all her hair out by the root."  Why
would you make that up..."

All of a sudden the same lightbulb that had went off in my head, went
off in both Brian's and Lynda's heads.  Ingrid, however, was still
mystified.

"Ingrid, honey (it just slipped out), hypnotism can make people see or
do things they would not normally do."

The radiant look I got from the "honey", answered any doubts I may
still have had about Ingrid and me.  I also knew that I no longer
loved Wanda,  I wonder if I ever really did.

Brian was seething on the couch, but I think Lynda was even madder.  I
have not heard such language from a woman in my life and it was now
Ingrid's and my turn to try and calm Brian and Lynda down.

Lynda finally calmed down enough to attempt to speak.

"Now things are really starting to make sense to me.  I always knew
somewhere in the back of my mind that I was not really a lesbian.  I
was probably bi-sexual, but somehow that BITCH (she screamed that - I
was worried about Little Lynda, so was Brian so he went up to check)
removed the male part of my desires!   She screwed up my life so much
it is truly amazing that Brian and I still ended up together."

Brian had now brought Little Lynda down, who, of course, had woken up
when her mother had screamed.  Both Brian and Lynda went up to confort
the little girl and put her back to sleep.

I turned to Ingrid.  "We can go to your place now, if you'd like.  I
have already found out as much about Wanda as I want to for one night
and I would much rather be seeing you home."

Ingrid and I told Brian, who had come back down that were leaving, but
we invited them over the following night if they could get a sitter.
Brian said his mother would jump at the chance to sit for Little
Lynda.

Chapter Seven
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Six months had passed.  Ingrid and I were now engaged and we would
marry in the spring.  Brian and Lynda were still together and had
another baby on the way.  Lynda still stops over to see me once in a
while and we talk about old times.  The one subject that never seems
to come up is Wanda.

I finally got the courage (Ingrid was there with me to give me
courage) to ask Lynda if she knows where Wanda is.  Brian was working
and would come over later.  Lynda at the time was three months
pregnant and I did not really want to upset her, but I had to know.  I
wanted to ask Wanda why she ruined four lives (I included Ingrid in
this as I would never have let her leave without Wanda's influence on
me) just to satisfy her desires.

Lynda clenched her teeth and let a long breath out.  "Yes I know where
she is - she still lives in town here.  In fact, until I realized what
had happened to me, I continued to see her in the afternoons after
Brian had left for the day.  Now that I think back, I can see where if
she was not influencing me, Brian and I would probably have another
child.  During the first two years of our marriage we would hardly
ever have sex, and it was because Wanda had worn me out in the
afternoons.  I could no more refuse her than I could refuse to
breathe.  God, how I hate that woman!!!"

I smiled at Lynda and said, "You are not the only one who hates her.
I have been thinking and I have discovered that the only reason I
thought I loved Wanda is that she was unattainable and she was
stacked."

"Built like a brick shithouse, you mean,"  giggled Lynda  (At least
she wasn't angry).

Ingrid had this look of utter love for me.  I think she just now
figured out that she no longer had a rival for my affections.

I said,  "Look who is talking about being built like a brick
shithouse."   Let me describe Lynda to you.  About 5'8", blonde, blue
eyes, 40DD-25-36, etc., etc.  I always knew Brian had good taste.

Lynda got this look of amazement "What do you mean built like a brick
shithouse, I am three months pregnant and I look like a house."

With that, Ingrid broke up in gales of laughter  "I hope I look THAT
good when I am three month's pregnant", giving me a knowing look.

Lynda look shocked.  "You mean..."

Ingrid smiled back "No not yet, but if George can walk after the
wedding night, I haven't done my job correctly."  She gave me a dirty
leer, which I returned with feeling.

Lynda got serious then after laughing for a while.  "Please don't tell
Brian that I know where Wanda lives,  I think he might try to hurt
her.  I know I would."

"How long has it been since you have seen her?" 

"Since the day before you made your first visit."   Oh and, by the
way, I think you should know that the night of that visit when you saw
me come out of the kitchen flush after being there with Ingrid, I had
tried to make out with her there.  Of course, Ingrid would have none
of it and that is where the flush came from, from trying to force her
to into something she did not want to do."

Ingrid was now shaking and I wrapped my arms around her and said
"Don't worry about it honey,  I always had faith in you.  If you had
wanted to do it with Lynda, I would have been a little sad, but I
would not have held it against you.  That would have been your
choice."

Ingrid looked and me and Lynda.  "I have never had the desire to be
with another woman, Lynda, but if I did, you would have been very hard
to resist."

Lynda looked over to us and said "Thanks Ingrid, I think.  When I saw
Brian's face after that, something in me snapped, just like it did
that day in camp.  I knew that I was hurting the one person that meant
the most to me in the world, and what was even worse, I was doing it
KNOWING it was hurting him.  From that day on, I have never had the
urge to be with another woman, and I doubt I ever will."

All three of us together said "Damn you, Wanda!"

I looked at Lynda and said "I have been reading up a lot on hypnotism
since we figured out what had happened to all of us, and I think I
have found a way that we can maybe get some revenge on Wanda, if you
are willing."

The look on Lynda's face was so scary, I did not think I could go
through with it.

Lynda said  "Whatever and whenever you want, I am in,  I know Brian is
in.  To see the look on her face when the revenge is pulled will be
like a salve for my emotional wounds.  What did you have in mind?"

"Do you know anything that Wanda doesn't like or is terrified of?
That would be a good place to start."

"She has a fear of snakes (so do I, that's out) and she doesn't really
like men.  She just loved Brian to make me jealous and to keep me with
her.  I don't think anything else would phase her."

"Lynda, you have just given me the perfect weapon to use against
Wanda.  Do you know if she has ever been with a man other than Brian?"

"No, I am sure of it.  She referred to the four times that she had sex
with Brian as "doing her duty", meaning make me not want Brian and
want her instead."  I remember one day, her telling another one of her
lovers that the ugliest thing in the world was a penis and the second
ugliest was an erect penis."  

"Have you ever heard of a transsexual, Lynda?"

"Of course, I have.  Why would you ask..."

Lynda started to giggle and then to laugh uncontrollably.  Ingrid was
still puzzled though."  I started to tell her,  but Lynda waved me
off.

"Don't you see, Ingrid, it is perfect.  What does Wanda love - girls,
what does she hate - men, especially cocks.  What would be more a
perfect revenge than a girl with a cock!"

Ingrid finally got it and smiled a wicked smile.  What had I gotten
myself into here?

Chapter Eight
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Brian heard about the revenge scheme that night from Lynda in bed.
She said she waited until he was about to shove his dick in, and then
she told him.  She said that she hadn't been so tired, so sore and so
happy for a long time.

Meanwhile, I started to plan this out.  I already knew who the
transsexual would be.  One of my college classmates was planning on a
sex-change operation next year, but he(she) still had his male
equipment and it still functioned.  He also had a set of freshly grown
38DD tits on his chest.  He would be perfect.  Any doubts that I might
have had that he would do it, vanished when I invited Brian and Lynda
over to meet him (Ingrid babysat Little Lynda - she said she would
need the practice  - God, I love her).  By the time they had finished
their story,  he was ready to wring Wanda's neck and any other parts
he could get ahold of.  

We decided to wait until spring.  My classmate (Danielle, used to be
Dan) would have had over six months living as a woman and would,
therefore be much more comfortable doing this.  By this time, Ingrid
and I were married and we decided to start the week after we got back
from our honeymoon.  (By the way, not only could I not walk after the
night of my wedding night, but for several days afterward I was sore.
Ingrid had such a look of truimph on her face, that I thought I was in
a contest.  No matter, she won hands down.)

The plan was to get Wanda infatuated with Dannie and make her sweat
like she had made Brian and me sweat.  Lynda, who had just given birth
to their son, Brian George (thank you), was not part of the plan yet.
She was insistent that she was going to do something, because it was
her that had suffered the most  (I don't know about that, I think
Brian was pretty close).

I had asked Lynda to keep close tabs on Wanda, even fucking her if she
had to, but we needed to know where Wanda was.  None of the rest of us
were to meet her until later in the scheme.  Since Lynda was quite
pregnant during this time, she could usually get away with not having
sex because of her condition (never mind that her and Brian fucked
away at night until her seventh month, when it was too painful).

I remember one afternoon late when Lynda barged in on me and Ingrid.
She looked like she needed someone to talk to and Brian was still at
work.

"I only hope I can go through with this all the way without killing
her myself."  Lynda said through clenched teeth.   "Do you know what
she said today?  She wanted me to abort the baby because babies came
from men and therefore were not worthy of living.  It took every ounce
of my strength to not bash something over her head right then.  She
then had the audacity to ask me if we could fuck!"

I listened increadulously.  I could not believe that I had ever
actually loved this bitch.  I mean I can understand lesbianism and I
can understand some women hating men, but I cannot understand anyone
hating an unborn infant.

Ingrid, who normally is very quiet and says very little, was as mad as
I have ever seen her.   She was ready to follow Lynda back to Wanda's
place and they would have both cheerfully beaten her to a pulp.  I had
to calm them both down, even though I would have also liked to beat
her.

To try to calm both women down, I asked Lynda to tell us how she and
Brian eventually got together.  This had been bothering me for quite
some time.

Chapter Nine
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"Well, after high school ended, Wanda left for a two week vacation
with her folks.   She was an only child and they wanted her with them.
She was not yet eighteen, and she felt that she should go."

After she had been gone for about three days, I began to remember the
earlier feelings I had had for Brian.   This confused the hell out of
me because I was now a confirmed lesbian, wasn't I, and all I should
feel for the male race was scorn, right?"

"Well after two more days, I realized that I still had feelings for
Brian and I at least owed it to myself to give him a last goodbye to
reconcile my feelings for him.   I knew that Wanda would be back at
the end of the next week, and we would be going away together from
this town.   She had said we should go to San Fransisco, at least we'd
be accepted a little better there."

Brian knocked on the door at this time.  He had Little Lynda with him.
They were both smiling.  I invited them in.   Little Lynda kissed both
of her parents, and then went off to the living room to watch TV.
Ingrid and Lynda would take turns checking on her.  Lynda left to get
her settled, and we told Brian what Lynda had been telling us and
where she had left off.

Brian picked up from there:

"When I saw Lynda that night, it was the first time I talked with her
for almost two years.   I was in tears at seeing her, because I knew
she was only here to tell me goodbye.   Wanda had been bragging to the
other girls that Lynda and her were going to get married by a lesbian
priest and move to San Fransisco.  At least, I hoped she would let me
kiss her goodbye."

Lynda came back in room.  "She's OK, watching Looney Tunes.  We'll be
OK for a least an hour."

I asked Brian how he'd found out about Wanda's plans if she had only
told other girls.

"She has a large mean streak.  She deliberately told girls that she
knew would blab it and in front of the whole school."

Lynda by this time was furious again.  She continued.

"Deliberate cruelty is something I abhor.  To see her tell the whole
school our plans, instigated one of our most bitter fights.  As usual,
I caved in to her and told her it was my fault for overreacting."

I vaguely remember this scene, but this was during the time I had been
with Ingrid and Wanda was not on my mind as much.

Lynda continued:  "At this time, the last thing I wanted to do was
kiss him goodbye - he was a man, the enemy!  However, Brian had other
ideas, thank God!"

Brian said "I kissed her when I opened the door and held it as long as
I could, in the hope that maybe it would stir something."

Lynda:  "Amazing how something as simple as a kiss can seem so right,
but after the kiss, instead of screaming and yelling and running out
of there like I thought would,  I stood my ground and I actually asked
Brian for another one."

Brian:  "I was dumbfounded - I almost didn't kiss her again because I
didn't believe what I was hearing.  But never let it be said that I
can't think in a crisis.  I kissed her fully this time, wrapping my
arms around her because I did not want to let her go."

I interjected here:  "I think I can figure out Lynda's reaction to the
first kiss."

Lynda and Brian (and Ingrid, I guess) both wanted to know what I
thought.

"Remember when I told you about hypnosis?  Well, the farther away the
subject is from the hypnotist, the weaker the hypnosis becomes.  That
is why a good hypnotist is constantly reinforcing the hypnosis.  When
Wanda left, and I am sure she did not want to leave, the hypnosis had
a small chance to wear off.   Brian, when you kissed Lynda the first
time, it reactivated her love for you, the second kiss should just
have reinforced it more.   Did it, Lynda?"

"Did it ever, I was back in love with Brian again, and I began to feel
a hatred for Wanda.  I did not understand it then, but I think I do
now.  As long as Wanda was around I avoided Brian because Wanda had
told me to, because it would just hurt him, and I did not really want
to hurt him, did I.  Thinking it over now, I can see how stupid that
was - Brian loved me, not seeing me at all would hurt him more than us
just remaining friends."

Brian spoke:  "I could never have remained just friends with you,
Lynda, I love you too much, it would have killed me."

Lynda:  "I know, it would have done the same for me.  Anyway, to
continue the story, two days later, we made love for the first time in
his house.   His parents were both home, but they were beaming and as
happy as I had ever seen them.  They even knew we were meant to be
together.  Why couldn't I see it sooner?"  She was in tears, and so
was Ingrid.

Brian picked up again.  "When we finally made love for the first time,
I was on Cloud 9 and I was as happy as I had been in nearly five
years, until I realized that Lynda was leaving in less than a week and
I would never see her again.  That just rebroke my heart over again.
I started crying and Lynda got mad."

Lynda:  "I thought he was rejecting me and I was furious with myself
for letting myself fall in love again.  I had the good sense to ask
why he was crying, though."

Brian:  "I told her the truth, that she was leaving in less than a
week and I would never see her again, and I couldn't take it.  I did
not want to lose you again."

Lynda:  "You wouldn't have lost me.  When I heard Brian's words, I
knew I couldn't go with Wanda.  I was not yet ready to believe that I
did not love Wanda, but I also knew I could not leave Brian, that
would have made me very sad."

"The next few days, we began to rediscover each other and I began to
understand that I did not really love Wanda, but I was not sure I
loved Brian enough to break away from her."

Brian:  "I tried my best to show Lynda how much I really cared for her
and I tried to be fair with her about her feelings for Wanda.  But I
had always hated the bitch, and I couldn't talk to anybody about it.
The only other two people I was close to - Lynda and Geo were both in
love with her.   How could I make you see what she really was?"

I spoke:  "Now I know why she made me love her.  I had not really
understood that before, but now it makes sense.  Brian, you only
really had two people that you could really trust other than Lynda, me
and Ingrid, and Ingrid had left for Denmark the previous month.  Wanda
had to make me love her, otherwise we would have figured out what she
was really up to.  Boy, it feels really rotten to be used and get
absoulutely nothing out of it but heartbreak and pain."

I turned to Ingrid:  "Honey, if I had realized what Wanda was up to
back then,  I would have proposed to you before you left for home.  I
would not have been able to bear being apart from you."

Ingrid started crying, and said through her tears  "I loved you from
the first night we were together.  When you let me go back home, I was
crushed.  I could not understand why you let me go.   That is why when
I heard from Lynda that you had settled back in town, I took the
instructor's job here in town - to see if I could get back together
with the one man I had loved.  When you saw me and did not recognize
me (but your cock did), I thought it was a lost cause, until you
called my name - I could hear in your voice that you still cared.  I
could also see that you still loved Wanda, and I was afraid that you
still loved her more than you loved me."

Wow - for Ingrid that was like a graduation speech, she never said
that many words at once.  Now it was my and Ingrid's turn to be
comforted by Brian and Lynda.

When I could speak again:  "Ingrid, darling, to be perfectly honest,
at that moment I did love Wanda more than you, until we kissed, and
then Wanda did not seem so pretty anymore.  I guess strong emotions
can cancel out the hypnosis.  As the night went on and I began to hear
what Wanda was really like, the only feelings I had left for her are
the ones I have now - extreme hatred.  I fell back in love with you
before that night was over."

Ingrid and I must have kissed for five minutes.  I happened to look at
Lynda and Brian, and they were doing the same thing."

Lynda left to check on Little Lynda, and soon returned.

Ingrid asked them to continue their reunite story.

Chapter Ten
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Lynda:  "Wanda came back and immediately knew something was wrong.  I
tried to hide it and lie, but she knew that I had rediscovered Brian
and she was furious with me, and she was even more furious with
Brian."

Brian:  "She called me up that night and called me every name in the
book and a few I had never heard before.  She said that I hope you
enjoyed fucking Lynda, because I was never going to see her again.
She then hung up.   The next day, both her and Lynda were gone."

That surprised both Ingrid and me.  I asked:  Gone?  I thought you
would not have been able to leave, Lynda."

Lynda:  When she came back, she must have reapplied the hypnosis even
stronger, because I completely forgot about Brian again, but at least
this time, I no longer hated the male race.  I guess she did not think
it necessary to reapply that.  Thank God, she did or I would still be
living with her in San Fransisco and a four year old girl and a soon
to be born baby would have never happened."  As it was, though,
because I could now tolerate the male race, I began to notice a few
things about myself that I had not noticed or cared about before.  One
was that I had large boobs and that could get me almost anything I
wanted from a man if I played my cards right.  Wanda also used this
trick too, but it did not work as well, because she could not really
stand to get close enough to a man to get what she really wanted."

I chirped in "Take it from a professional boob fancier, I know I would
have given you anything you had asked for."  I knew this would get a
response out of Ingrid, but I was not prepared for Brian and Lynda's
responses.

Ingrid pulled up her shirt (she never wore a bra at home -she knew I
loved her boobs and she loved showing them off to me)  "Are these as
good, can I have my Mercedes now" she said giggling.

"Well, what can I sell to get that Mercedes for you dear, hmm - Wait,
I don't have to sell anything - look I have a Mercedes for you - I
went upstairs and got the Mercedes Gull Wing Matchbox toy car from my
collection and made a big deal of presenting it to her.

"Aw, I wanted it in white, honey" laughed Ingrid.

I was prepared - I produced one of those small bottles of model paint
and prepared to paint the model white.  Ingrid stopped me because she
knew I loved my Matchbox collection and did not want me to deface one
of my models.

Lynda and Brian were both in hysterics and Brian piped up:  "Let's see
what was causing all that ruckus in San Fransisco, baby"

Now remember that Lynda was pregnant (quite pregnant) at this time and
gave Brian a look that would cut diamond, but she pulled up her
sweater anyway.  Amazingly she was also not wearing a bra, and her big
titties just sort of jiggled out.  I had never seen Lynda's boobs
before (though it was one of my fondest fantasies) and I was staring
with my mouth open.  Brian, on the other hand was doing the same
staring at Ingrid who had not pulled her top back down yet.

There were two grown men reduced to gibbering idiots and both ladies
could stand it no longer and broke out laughing.  Ingrid thumped me on
the arm (just about hard enough to disturb a flea) and Lynda did the
same thing to Brian.

Both ladies redressed themselves (Aw!) and Lynda continued with the
story.

"The other thing I had going for me was my pussy.  I could turn strong
willed and powerful men into simpering idiots, like Ingrid and I just
did here,  just by using those two attributes."

Ingrid was still laughing and Brian made the comment that her legs
were not too shabby, either.  I agreed with him.

"Thanks guys - you really know how to make a fat old lady feel good."

I had to say "Fat old lady, where is there a fat old lady - all I see
are two lovely women, one of whom is carrying another wonderful
person."

That earned me a kiss from Ingrid, a "You betcha" from Brian, and the
most loving smile I have ever seen on a pregnant women.

Lynda continued:  "I am thoroughly ashamed of this now, but I used my
body to set Wanda and I up quite comfortably in San Fransisco.  Since
Wanda would never actually fuck a guy,  I had to do all the dirty work
in that department.  I think that is why she did not reapply the
hating males hypnosis.  About a week after we settled into San
Fransisco, I met Brian again."

Brian took over:  "I knew that I had to see Lynda again, I knew she
still loved me, and I had to make her see that again.  I asked some
friends I knew that were going to San Fransisco to try to find Lynda
and Wanda for me.  It wasn't difficult, they had made quite a name for
themselves in both the lesbian and the straight circles.  They called
at the end of the week and gave me the address where Lynda and Wanda
were staying.   When I got there, I couldn't believe my eyes - they
were staying in the penthouse of one of the swankiest hotels in San
Fransisco.  How did they ever afford that?

Lynda:  "It is amazing what pussy will buy.  It is also amazing that I
was never raped or that Wanda was never attacked."

I offered  "Maybe she used hypnosis to ensure your safety."

Lynda:  "You are probably right, that did not occur to me.  Anyway, I
was left a note by Wanda to meet this big spender in his office for a
chat.  He had promised Wanda that he would move her into her own even
larger place, and that he would send a steady stream of girls for her
enjoyment."

Brian:  "I knew that bitch well enough to know that she could not
resist that offer.  All I asked in return, was Lynda to myself for a
week.  I figured that if I couldn't reverse Wanda's hold on her in a
week, I had no hope."

Lynda:  "I really wanted to do this, because I was starting to like my
little escapades with all the men.  That should have told me somthing,
but it didn't.  How could I be a contented lesbian and still enjoy
fucking men?   Well, when I first saw Brian, Wanda's programming took
over and I began screaming at him.  All he did was take me in his
arms, with me fighting every step of the way, and kiss me.  That
caused me to stop fighting, and then he kissed me again.  I began to
respond to him, but not as would if I was in love with him, but as a
girl who wants to get fucked.  At that moment, I very much wanted to
get fucked, and Brian would do just fine."

Brian:  "I began to worry after the second kiss had no real effect
other than she looking at me as if to say  "Do you want to fuck me?"
Actually, no I did not want to fuck her, I wanted to take her home,
marry her and then make love to her on our honeymoon."

Lynda:  After a few minutes, the love started to fight the programming
and I was in turmoil.  I sat down on the nearest couch and looked up
at Brian with a lost look on my face.  I knew that there was something
about him, but I did not know what.  Then he kissed me again."

Brian:  "The third kiss was like the first kiss back while Wanda was
away.  I immediately applied the fourth kiss, and I had my Lynda back.
A very angry Lynda, I might add."

Lynda:  "You're damned right I was angry - I was angry with myself for
ever getting hooked up with Wanda again.  Brian had finally awakened
me to what Wanda truly was.  This time I kissed Brian and I used
tongue to let him know I was back, and I wouldn't leave this time.  I
think we were screwing within ten minutes and we must have screwed for
an hour.

Brian:  "I proposed before the end of day, and she accepted".

Lynda:  "I knew that I could not ever see Wanda again, or she would
take me back again.  I did not know how powerful her hypnosis really
was."

Brian:  "We left that night, went home and were married within a week.
Wanda showed up two days later.  Luckily we were on our honeymoon, and
we had told our parents not to tell anyone where we were.

Lynda:  Wanda called every place she could think of to try to find us,
but we were smart.  We were staying in town, right under her nose, in
fact.  We were staying at Geo's house and his parents were watchdogs
for us with regards to Wanda."

This was news to me - my parents had never told me.  I was in college
at the time.  "Why would my parents not tell me?  I asked Lynda and
Brian.

Brian:  "We knew you were still under Wanda's influence and you would
lead her right to us."

They were absoulutely right,  I would have done it without a thought.
I had been used again.  How could I have ever thought I could love
someone so evil?

Chapter Eleven - The final chapter

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After the story was concluded, we all needed a break, so while Lynda
checked on Little Lynda, Brian and I went outside to shoot some
baskets.  Ingrid was fixing sandwiches for us. 

A question popped into my head, but I couldn't ask Brian, because I
was sure he didn't know that Lynda had been seeing Wanda for most of
their marriage.

I told Brian I wanted to help Ingrid and for him just to make himself
comfortable.  He said he should take his daughter home and put her to
bed.  He said to tell Lynda to come home whenever she was ready - he'd
be waiting.  Brian gathered up the sleepy Little Lynda and left.

I had something to discuss with the Big Lynda, so I went into the
kitchen.  Sure enough, both ladies were just finishing up some finger
sandwiches and this time there were no flushed faces.

Lynda must have read my mind, because she said  "Look, no flush",
which of course produced a very deep blush by Ingrid.  She was still
not comfortable with the way Lynda had come on to her, and Lynda knew
it.

"Ingrid, I want to apologize for coming on to you.  I know that it
upset you and it was very wrong.  When I was under Wanda's influence
there were times I could not control myself and I found myself doing
things that were both harmful and unsettling.  I also found that my
value system had taken a hike, and for that I am profoundly sorry."

Ingrid, trying to choke back tears:  "Lynda, I forgave you that very
night.  After I heard about Wanda, I knew what was happening, but you
didn't yet.  I think you do now."

Lynda:  "You bet I do, and that is just another in the long list of
things I hate Wanda for."

Both Ingrid and Lynda hugged each other as friends do, not like
lovers.

I decided the time had come to ask Lynda about why she continued to
see Wanda, although I thought I knew the answer already.

"Lynda, this may be painful, but I think you need to talk it out.  Why
did you continue to see Wanda those first years of your marriage?

Ingrid was astonished  "You mean even after you knew what she was and
what she had done to you and Brian, you continued to see her?"

Lynda:  "It started about a week after our honeymoon.  I knew I was
going to have to face Wanda sooner or later, and I wanted it to be on
my terms.  So I invited her over to our house, making sure that Brian
was going to be home.  He said there was no way he would leave me in
the presence of that witch alone and that he would be wherever he was
needed.   Wanda came in looking like a two dollar whore.  I am sure
that was intended for Brian.  She probably figured that if she looked
attractive enough, that he would overlook what she had done."

I said  "I guess that proves that she isn't as smart as she thinks she
is."

Lynda:  "No way!  Brian actually got quite a kick out of her outfit,
he must have laughed for five minutes and I was laughing with him.
That was definitely not the image she wanted.  Then she played her
trump card.  She told me that she had fucked Brian several times and
that how could you love someone who was that unfaithful.  Brian was
thunderstruck.   Remember, he did not know that he had fucked Wanda.
I am sure that if I didn't need him, he would have went to the
bathroom and threw up.  I know that is what I felt like doing.  I
countered with - how about all the screwing I was doing in San
Fransisco?  That is the same thing, and neither one means anything to
us."

Ingrid said  "Wanda must have been desperate, because she was giving
you information that I think she would have normally kept for
leverage."

My admiration for my honey goes up every day.

Lynda:  "What she was giving up, we already knew, and if we had any
reaction at all, it was anger.  Wanda then seemed to give up and
actually turned into quite a pleasant person.  I did not know this
side of Wanda, neither did Brian.   By the end of night, we were
feeling pretty chummy with her.  As I think about it now, I realize
that she was hypnotising both of us.  She would have me come to fuck
her all day long, so that by the time the night rolled around, I would
be too tired for Brian.  This went on for over two years, until Brian
finally smelled a rat.  She also made Brian forget that he had fucked
her, so she would still have that leverage in case it was needed."

"Brian figured it out, huh?"  Ingrid offered.

"No actually he didn't.  He just knew something was wrong.  A young
woman in love with her husband just does not plead tiredness on a
regular basis to avoid sex.  I think Wanda's plan was to make me so
tired, that Brian and I would never have sex, and she could steal me
away again.  Brian followed me one day and saw what was going on.  He
immediately made plans for us to have a second honeymoon, but he did
not tell me until we were in the car on the way to the airport.  Since
I had no time to call Wanda (as I was compelled to do), she did not
have her hooks in me for three solid weeks.  Brian and I caught up on
what we had been missing, and Little Lynda was conceived."

I asked  "How did Wanda react when she found out you were pregnant?"

"Like I expected her to - she was furious.  She said that children
were proof that the male of species is to be shunned.  She said that
the woman has to carry the baby, feed the baby, and give birth to the
baby, while all the miserable man has to do is watch.  What she was
not expecting was my reaction.  If she thought my fight with her after
she told everyone in school that we were moving to San Fransisco was
big, she had a full-blown, knockdown drag-out fight on her hands.  It
surprised her so much that she left me alone until Lynda was born.
But her influence showed up again.  Lynda's full name is Lynda Wanda."

"How did Brian ever let that happen?  I asked.

"I don't know - maybe he thought it would placate her and we could be
free to live our own lives.   Fat Chance!  Anyway, she sunk her hooks
back into me again right after the baby's birth.  But she was a little
kinder, she only had me two or three times a week.  But she made up
for it by making me seduce other women, which I hated.  That's why I
came on to you, Ingrid  - she figured if I could convert you, she
would have another spy to serve her."

Ingrid then did something I never thought I would hear from her - she
swore like a sailor on leave:  "Why that bitch.  How dare that plastic
cunt try to make me into a fucking slave!!  I want her to suffer like
we all have suffered, or so help me God, I'll string her up somewhere
and have her gangbanged all night.  Maybe the fucking bitch will see
what she has been missing."

Ingrid had frightened the both of us - we just looked on in shock.

I thought for a minute:  "The gangbang sounds like a good idea, dear.
Maybe we can get Dannie to set it up.  I am sure that he has got Wanda
in love with him by now.  Remember, he promised not to have sex with
her until we told him to."

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I talked to Dannie that night and asked him how things were going.  He
said that Wanda would do anything for him, including fucking a man
while he watched.  I knew Dannie had really succeeded then because the
last thing I would ever expect Wanda to do would be to fuck a man.  I
then asked the important question  "Dannie, you haven't fallen in love
with her, yourself have you?"

Dannie chuckled and said "If I was ever in any danger of that I have
four people to call to remind me how much this bitch deserves what she
is going to get. "

I then told him about Ingrid's idea of a gangbang for dear ol' Wanda.
I told him I could get the entire male graduating class of my high
school to gangbang her, and I am sure any of the previous classes
would join in too.  Most all of the guys in high school ended up
hating her because she treated every boy in school like dirt.

Dannie was quiet for a moment.  

"What is the matter, don't like the idea?'

"No that is the best idea I've heard yet, in fact I like it better
than the original plan.  I have a couple of ideas to make it even
better."

"Tell me!"

"First, videotape the whole scene.  Blackmail works both ways you
know, and you could get some good jackoff material from this.  I would
love to see her face when she sees the video.  You know we could sell
it to a porno house - we might have a hit on our hands."

"Great idea!  I know just who to see.  An old school chum from high
school makes porno flicks these days.  I am sure he would give his
left nut to see Wanda get hers."

"Second, the last three people to gangbang her should be you, Brian
and Lynda.  I don't think those bangs will be very gentle!"

I could hear the smile in his voice.  "You might want to include
Ingrid in that.  She has never been with a woman before, but I think
she would make an exception for Wanda."

"Last, but not least, save me for the very end.  I'll make her suck me
off and then I'll fuck her in both her holes.  They should be good and
ready for me then.

"I like all those ideas.  Yes, that is just what we will do.  Good
night and good luck".

As I figured, I had no shortage of willing participants in the
upcoming gangbang.  What surprised me the most was that about ten
females wanted to be in too.  Wanda had dumped them somewhere along
the road, and they wanted revenge.

The porno filmmaker jumped at the chance.  He had been singled out in
class one day by Wanda as she told the teacher that he had tried to
feel her up.  That got him a three day suspension and had his grade
for that semester reduced by one.  He wanted to lead the gangbang.  He
also said, that he didn't need to sell the video on the streets - he
would make a fortune just from our high school class.

The gangbang went off without a hitch.  The filmmaker got to go first
and he fucked her up the asshole.  Lynda had told me she absolutely
refused to get fucked up the asshole by her, so the filmmaker thought
that would be a good place to start.  By the time the gangbang was
over, 27 men and 10 women had had their way with dear, sweet Wanda.
I have to give her credit, though she was still yelling and screaming
just as loud with number 2 as with number 30.  Somewhere towards the
end, though she finally got quiet.  I guess she accepted that maybe
she deserved this.  After the last participant was through, she gave a
big sign of relief.  We left her alone for about an hour, but she was
still bound.

The first of our big four was Brian (I thought he deserved to go
first).  Brian has a huge cock and he used every bit of it getting his
revenge.  By the time he was done,  Wanda had been reduced to crying.
This was something new for her, too, and I could tell it embarrassed
the hell out of her.

Ingrid was next.  She wore a fifteen inch ribbed strap-on dildo.  She
had personally sharpened each of those ridges so that they were nice
and painful.  She also preferred the anal route and every time Wanda
would cry out in pain, Ingrid would smile.  Remind me to never get her
angry at me.

I was next.  I had only one mission in mind - I wanted to cover her
face and tits completely with my come and make her lick it up and
swallow it.  My prize pupil performed superbly.  I also took a crack
at her pussy and asshole while I was at it.  As I was screwing her
pussy, I saw Ingrid.  She had our personal video camera out and was
recording these moments for posterity.  I later learned that Brian and
Lynda were doing the same thing.

Lynda was last, and I have never seen hate like I saw it that day.
Lynda would not be sated until Wanda was begging her to stop which she
did after about only five minutes.  Wanda was bleeding from several
cuts and her once lovely tits had so many marks in them they looked
like pincushions.  Lynda was wearing three strap on dildos each one
bigger and thicker than the other.  She started with the small one and
used all of the other ones in turn.  When it was finally over, she
smiled at Brian and me, and hugged Ingrid.  She said that she could
finally live the life she was meant to live.

Dannie waited about a hour before making his appearance.  He was
dressed normally and he untied Wanda.  Wanda immediately began
shrieking about what had happened, and what was he going to do about
it.  This was what Dannie had been waiting for.

"This,"  he cried, and pulled out his large dick.  He forced her to
suck him off, with her gagging on every downstroke.  "I came in her
mouth and told her to swallow every drop, which she did."  He then
proceeded to fuck both of her other holes and left her on the floor,
saying - see how it feels, bitch.

Epilogue

**********************************************************************

Several years have gone by since the gangbang.

Brian and Lynda had two more children and are now quite busy with a
large and very happy family.  I visited them the other day and both
Brian and Lynda looked worn out, but very, very happy.

Dannie had his operation, and now lives somewhere overseas.  He writes
us sometimes, and Ingrid writes him back.  (I told you I am not a
writer)

Wanda, believe it or not, became addicted to gangbangs.  She now works
as a porno actress,  and has married another girl.  I still don't
believe this.

Ingrid and I are very happy.  We have a boy and a girl, and Ingrid is
pregnant again.  Lynda, in case you are listening,  Ingrid looks just
as sexy as you did three months pregnant.

I finally cornered Wanda a few months after the gangbang to ask her
why she did all this to us.

"When I was very little, my father fucked me on a regular basis.  My
mother would cheer him on and sometimes would join in with a dildo,
herself.  I couldn't have been more than eight or nine years old.  I
think that is why I began to hate men so much.  I would always
remember when I was young and it would set me off."

I asked "Why didn't you report this to anyone?   You could have had
them arrested."

"What, and become an orphan?  No thanks, bad parents were better than
no parents at all.  When I went away to camp and saw Lynda, I fell in
love at first sight.  After talking to her for a few days, I knew she
was completely in love with Brian, and something in me snapped.  I had
been taught hypnosis by my parents early in my life, so that I could
be fun at their sex parties.  They would have me put other little
girls and boys under hypnosis and have me do all kinds of nasty things
to them sexually.  I was soon an expert in hypnosis.  So for the
remainder of our time together in camp, I made her into a man-hating
lesbian and made her love me only.  I also knew that I could not let
her anywhere near Brian, or my hypnosis would fail."

I said  "Yes, strong emotions can cancel out the hypnosis, can't
they?"

She seemed surprised that I knew this.  "Yes, that is correct, and
love and hate are the strongest emotions of all.  I knew I could not
make her hate Brian, so I had to keep her away from him."

"Wanda, I am still confused about a couple of things - why did you
fuck Brian when you hated all men, and why did you make me love you?"
(I knew the answers to both of these, but I wanted to hear her
explanation.)

"I apologize (another shock!) for both of those things.  I needed you
to love me to keep you from wondering how Lynda could suddenly forget
about Brian, and I finally had to fuck Brian to keep Lynda from going
back to him.

"What?"

"During the summer vacation of our junior year, I had to go out of
town for a week.  Lynda lived next door to Brian, and eventually they
met and talked for a while.  By the time I got back, I could see that
her love for Brian was beginning to resurface.  I quickly reapplied my
hypnosis, but it did not take as well this time.  So I figured the
only chance I had to keep Lynda was to shock her into staying with me.
So I made Brian think that I was Lynda and the four times we screwed,
he was sure he was fucking his lady love.  The last two times we did
it, I made sure that Lynda was where she could watch, and she did.
This had the desired effect and she began to hate Brian, and took pity
on me.  I told her that Brian had raped me, and the other times were
done for her benefit, so that she could see what she was missing.  The
last time, just before Brian was to come, I removed his vision of
Lynda, and let him see who he was really fucking,and he fainted dead
away - he didn't even come!  I started laughing, and removed his
knowledge of the actions.  I figured I had some leverage for later
on."

I said "Did you know I saw you during that last fuck?"

"No, I didn't.  I just figured that Lynda had remembered and told
him."

"No, both Lynda and Brian were surprised and very angry when I told
them."

"I guess I would have been angry, too."

Wanda's lover came by then.  Her name was Sheila, and she was very
plain, almost ugly.  I couldn't help but ask  "Sheila doesn't seem to
fit the pattern of all your other girlfriends does she?"

"No I guess not, but I am truly in love with her, probably more that I
was ever in love with Lynda."

"Does this mean that you will finally leave Brian and her alone?"

"Yes, I know what I have done to all of you, and the gangbang made me
realize just how cruel and mean I could be.  When Dannie pulled out
her cock, and used me, any last vestiges of cruelty I may have had
disappeared, and so did my overriding hatred of men.  I mean I am
still a lesbian, but I no longer hate men,  I fact I still fuck a few
from time to time in my pornos."

I didn't think this was possible, but I began to feel sorry for Wanda.

THE END

(Ok, I admit it, I am a sucker for happy endings.)


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