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Violent Vixen(MF,FF,Ff,MFf)

   by

Whiff



She loved walking down dark streets. Her mind drifted to how she came
to this strange place in her life. When her husband died, leaving her
with a teenage daughter and a small income, she had been lost in grief
and dismay for several months. Find a conventional job, remarry one of
the guys who kept chasing her, become a prostitute, all kinds of
strange, unfocused ideas occurred to her. But as some degree of sanity
slowly returned, she ended up focusing on a return to the karate
training she had pursued when she was young, before her marriage and
child.

The hard work getting her body back in shape, feeling her mind clear
as both the improved conditioning and clearer thinking helped her
settle down, led her to do the sensible things that resulted in this
night. It was really her only perversion. She had avoided any romantic
entanglements, concentrating instead on advancing her martial arts
skills, and enjoying her proficiency at them. She knew she was
sublimating sexual need in the physical effort, but in the
circumstances, was comfortable with her choices.

After a year, she had moved in with her younger sister, who had her
large house with plenty of room for she and Debbie. Selling her own
duplex had given her a measure of financial independence, and
Constance didn't seem to mind the intrusion. She and her husband of
six years, Steven Brown, had no children, and there was a tension
between them even before the extra strain of two permanent
houseguests. Constance wouldn't talk about it, but it probably had to
do with sex. So many things did.

Victoria Pleasance had been a knockout since she was eleven years old.
Her slim body had always been shapely, and when she discovered a
talent for fighting at fourteen, the training had made her body even
more attractive, even though she covered it and bound her large tits.
The loose pajama's hid her voluptuous charms, and her conservative
upbringing kept her from ever enjoying sex. Until she got married.

Men had always pursued her, but the shy, equally conservative John
Pleasance had lured her with his diffident affection. They had met in
church, and courted in a very old fashioned way. He had never even
touched her breasts until they were engaged. On their honeymoon night,
he had been amazingly tender, breaking her cherry gently with his
fingers, then asking for nothing more than her hand on his cock as he
masturbated, staring at her nude body.

But they ended up with an amazingly good sexlife. The second night he
had gotten her to orgasm twice, once with his mouth in her cunt, and
then with his stiff member deep inside her, her clitoris seeming to
have a life of its own separate from her inhibited mind. It turned out
he had had a very wild youth, and reformed after some trouble in
College. Even the months of her pregancy had included fantastic
pleasure as she experienced the wonders of sexual bliss. When he died,
falling from a skyscraper his firm was building, she had felt vaguely
that it was a punishment for their secret passionate enjoyment.

So she pulled her long auburn hair back in a tight bun, left her
pretty, round eyes and wide mouth plain, and returned to a staid style
of dressing. The three classes daily she taught to brown belts
afternoons and evenings gave her some added income, and the only
temptation she felt was the single class that had some men in it. The
body contact always reminded her of John, but she was formidable in
her ability to throw even large men around, and the occasional contact
with their bodies was tolerable.

The first time had been a surprise. On a warm summer evening, one of
the guys in her class had waylaid her on the street as she walked
home. A big strong bear of a man, he had assumed he could overpower
her without the formalized rules the classes involved. But he didn't
know nearly enough. She tossed him around easily, finally smashing his
head against a wall of the dark alley. As she stood over his broken
frame that night, breathing hard, she had an orgasm.

As she massaged her body, feeling the waves of pleasure roil her
groin, she gave him one last kick. It was even better than with John.
Mastery, domination, thrilling enjoyment of her skill, and a little
sadistic excitement in his pain threw her into a euphoric trance. Her
pussy creamed hard, and she smelled the familiar sexual perfume
overpowering the sweat. Her tall body reverberated with the
experience.

Since then, she had made subtle changes in her appearance for the
mixed class, wearing a push up bra instead of the tight binding,
letting her blouse gape open a little, and she would apply a little
mascara and lipstick when she went too long without an attack.
Sometimes it would be someone from other classes. But it was amazingly
easy to induce their aggression, as though they wanted to assert their
masculinity in spite of knowing she was the most accomplished woman in
the dojo.

And she found herself stretching out the adventures, letting them see
her flopping tits, rubbing her foaming box on bruised skin as she hurt
them, letting her hair loose and wild. The thrill of inflicting damage
on their unskilled bodies, of easily overcoming their stronger frames,
and the final groans of pain always gave her those thrilling cums.
When she eventually relaxed beside her daughter in their large king
sized bed, still tingling from the experience, she wondered where it
was leading. But it became a compulsion, too good to abandon.

So tonight as she walked home in her usual leisurely way, the familiar
tension in her stomach returned, even though she had no reason to
expect an attack. She never really did, and that was half the fun. The
surprise. The sudden adreneline rush. The blooming explosion from her
pussy. She smiled, and swung her hips in the heavy pants she wore on
this cool fall evening. C'mon fellas.

Vicky always walked the same route home. There were several good spots
a potential attacker might choose, and she was coming up on one now.
Her heart jumped slightly. A white panel van was parked near a wide
alley, and she had had a couple of guys try her there. Maybe tonight.
She resisted the feeling of excitement building quickly in her groin.
You could never be sure.

Then a man appeared from the mouth of the alley. He wasn't that big,
maybe a little taller than she was, but looked very trim. He was in
black, tight fitting pants and a jersey, and wore a Ninja style mask
over his face. She let the surge of pleasure wash over her. Yes, oh
yes, tonight. Her pussy already felt wet.

He stood there as she approached. This was new, the mask and the
waiting, showing himself. A challenge. As though he knew what she
wanted, what got her off. Confident he didn't have to drag her in
there, that she would accept the challenge. A familiar feeling of
being surrounded by a bubble of privacy came over her, as though they
were alone in the world. She felt a savage smile on her face.
Shrugging off the cardigan sweater, she hurried toward him.

He backed into the darkness as she approached. Momentarily, her
excitement wavered. He wan't trying to overpower her, to rape her. He
seemed to be looking for a fight, not a fuck. This was new. Maybe one
of the men had broken their silence and told someone about their
beating at her hands. Then her resolve strengthened. If he wanted a
fight, she was ready. What other motive could he have?

As she entered the mouth of the long dark tunnel, he was standing
midway back, in a prepared position. She glanced behind her. Was it a
trap? Were there more men? She heard his voice. "There is only me." It
was a baritone, calm statement. Confident. Slightly arrogant. She
particularly liked the arrogant ones. But better be careful.

She loosened her hair from its bun, shaking it out. Then she got into
her slight crouch, one leg forward, and started shuffling toward him.
His arms came up in a boxer's position, but the bent legs showed some
training. She feinted with a leg, seeing his position turn away, and
launched a deadly kick with the other leg, that always got the ribs,
starting the process of robbing him of oxygen. Then he would be an
easy target.

But the man saw that coming, leaped, and planted a flat foot right in
her solar plexus. She felt the breath leave her body with a whoosh,
even as she twisted away. She danced backwards, gasping to regain her
wind. He didn't follow to take advantage of his momentary success, but
waited in the same position, as she fought the panic, the haze in her
eyes, and the light head. It took a minute for her to get back to
breathing again.

Okay, so he knew what he was doing. She knew she could get away, with
her back still to the street, but now she was mad. And her groin's
flaring need was even more than normal. A worthy foe. Bringing this
one down would be really fun. She came back to the attack. As she did
a spin, losing sight of him for a moment, planning to fake a short
kick to the head, then close and get him in his stomach with the heel
of her hand, she felt him sweep her legs out from under her, and as
she went down, his fist slammed down on that same spot, just below her
ribs, and she saw stars.

He had hit her hard. Her head was spinning, she was gasping, and she
felt herself dragged quickly to the van, thrown inside, and the doors
close. It was dark. As she tried to suck in air, her hands were
suddenly stretched and handcuffed, and her legs tied with something.
She felt it digging into her ankles. The man moved silently up front
and started the motor. As she felt the gears mesh and the vehicle
lurch forward, she heard his voice again. "You may scream, but no one
can hear."

She gasped to get some air, and as her head cleared, looked around. As
her eyes adjusted, she saw that foam covered everything, which would
practically soundproof the van. His voice had come through a small
opening in the front which was now closed. She struggled with her arms
and legs, but was effectively immobilized. She was lying with her head
forward in one corner, and her legs were fastened to the rear. Relax,
she commanded herself. Get control back. Concentrate.

They drove for ten minutes, and she found the bonds on her legs were
loosening, and was near getting out of them when the van stopped. She
realized they must be in the dark, remote park that bordered the
river. Many rapes occurred there, and there had been talk of closing
it, but it was very popular during the day. The back doors opened and
she heard a chuckle when he discovered she had almost freed herself.
She watched him closely as he freed her legs, then her hands. As she
jerked a knee up toward his head, he ducked expertly and lept from the
van. She scrambled out after him.

They were in a little glade, deep in the park. No one would be near.
But she could run, get away. He wasn't trying to stop her, just
standing there in his prepared position again. She rubbed her wrists,
waiting a few moments to be sure there was circulation. Their eyes
were locked together. Her pussy was radiating thrills outwards, as
they began circling slowly in the moonlit glade. It was like a sexual
dance to her, part of a ritual, a mating ritual. She had to get off,
one way or another. It was crazy, but oh god, how exciting.

He feinted with a leg, and she realized he was testing her reflexes
and responses. Then in a flash he caught her with a well aimed foot to
her ribs. More oxygen deprivation, and she could feel it having an
effect on her ability to think. She caught him a glancing blow to the
hip as a counterpunch, but knew it wouldn't do any damage. Even before
she could regain her balance, he closed and flipped her over his prone
body to land hard on her back.

Her breath whooshed out, and the red haze was back. He was straddling
her, and efficiently stripped her tee shirt off, and ripped the bra
away. His eyes were wide behind the mask, staring as her big tits
pushed out, the nipples already hard with tension. She felt hands on
them, callused but firm, and for just a moment she arched to their
touch. Then she aimed a chop at his neck, but he did an amazing
backflip out of the way, landing on his feet. As she stared, he
stripped off the black sweatshirt.

His chest was firm and hairless, muscles taut with strain, very
handsome looking. His skin gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. Her
mind was slowly clearing as she struggled to her feet. Crazy feelings
were alternating through her. Hurt me, fuck me, strip me. She dimly
realized she couldn't beat him now, she had lost too much energy, and
he was almost fresh. She should run. But instead, she tried to dance
around, getting back some breath, making herself move and flex. Her
upper body was bare, and she found herself preening her breasts at
him, even as she plotted another move.

She did a spin, far enough away so he couldn't take advantage of it,
then a barrel roll with both feet aimed at his chest. One of her feet
caught a shoulder, but then a chop hit her main neck artery, and she
collapsed, defenseless now. Her mind was almost dark, still with some
stars blinking. She felt him rip off her shoes, her pants, and then
the panties. She was completely nude, stretched out on the ground. Far
away, she felt her pussy creaming.

Her body was starting to protest its pain. Get out of here, run,
protect yourself from any more damage. She tried getting her feet
under her, and managed to get on her knees. She looked up and saw him
standing there naked in front of her. His cock was standing straight
out from his groin. Well built legs and narrow hips. Her ideal man, a
perfect fighter. She stared at him, letting a little more life crawl
back into her, preparing one more effort. But at the same time,
tingling with desire.

One of her legs shot out, aimed at a kneecap. He slipped it and
grabbed her foot, twisting it over so she was spread wide. He fell on
top of her, one hand on her throat, and she felt fingers and a thumb
squeezing the big arteries, making her again hurtle into
semi-consciousness. He eased the pressure before she went out, and she
felt his firm body pressed to hers, and his hips against her abdomen.
With her last bit of strength, she ripped off the mask.

He had a handsome face with a slight oriental cast, and coal black
hair, rumpled from being wrapped up. The big eyes were bright, and a
little smile made him seem like a lover, not an antagonist. His other
hand reached between them, and suddenly she felt something in her wet
cunt. He was watching her closely. She beat at his head with her
fists, but he squeezed her neck gently, and the strength left her
again. A sigh escaped her. Her hands beat weakly on his strong
shoulders.

It was his cock, sinking slowly into her, and as it did, she groaned
with a savage, wild mixture of pain, defeat, surrender, and passion.
The tube kept sliding into her, and she felt her hips hump up to his
thrust without any conscious effort on her part. As he made firm
contact with her clit, jolts of sensation shot into her belly. Her
hands formed claws on his back, and she pulled him to her. His mouth
closed on her lips, wide open, tongue penetrating her, and she
abandoned herself to his rape.

He pulled his prick out, then stuffed it back inside her creaming
cunthole with a violence that drew a small squeal of pleasure. Her
whole body was keening with vibrating sensation, their sweat and her
juice's musky smell creating a sensual perfume. She wrapped her legs
around his hips, and he broke the kiss, crooning to her. "Magnificent,
magnificent woman. Victoria, Victoria."

She whispered with tremors of weakness in her voice "You bastard, fuck
me, you son of a bitch. Goddamnit, oh goddamn it. Rape me, ream me,
oooooh." She was lost in a euphoric sense of being conquered, taken,
beaten, used. He began slowly fucking in and out, his turgid meat
touching every inch of her welcoming vaginal tunnel, thrills filling
her mind. Her legs helped him sink into her, and she writhed up to the
rampaging lust of his marauding member.

It had been three years since she had felt the wonderful filling of
her pussy by a cock. Even though she had had orgasms, she realized as
he pistoned into her how much she had missed, how she had suppressed
her need. The slow building up of tension, the keening flush of
pleasure, the heat radiating from her clitty. Her arms and legs
gripped him, her body straining uncontrollably to press harder and
harder to his firm, rapacious flesh. His body felt so good on top of
her, writhing with his fucking prick, drawing her outside her being
into a soaring void of fulfillment. She could feel it coming, the
wonderful release, approaching slowly.

She grabbed his hair and pulled his head away, staring with open
mouthed lust into his face. He seemed surprised at their passionate
coupling, even though she could see the pleasure in his eyes. He's as
amazed as I am, she thought, as she pulled his face back to lock her
lips frantically to his, her tongue seeking his with wild abandon.
"God, god, god" she gasped.

There was still pain as he thrust more frantically, his large tube
touching every fiber of her cunt, seeming to capture her whole being.
She realized she would have a few bruises, but the whole sense of a
fight lost mixed with rising sensation in a strange, fantastic
combination of mental surrender and driving need. His mouth on hers
was groaning, and she knew he must be feeling something like she had
felt with her defeated victims, and the whole sense of him possessing
her was increased by knowing how he felt.

"I'm gonna cum for you, damn you. Oh fill me, fuck me, rape me, take
me aaaaaaaaaaah." She felt the cliff coming, the hanging on the edge,
the slower, violently explosive completion so near, so welcome, so
desired. He was spasming violently, as out of control as she was, and
his face raised to stare with wide eyed glee at her own open mouthed
want. "You bastard, you fucker, you son of a bitch, oh yeahhhhhhhhh."

His cock was driving faster and faster. Her climax was blooming
slowly, extraordinarily powerfully, better than the orgasms when she
won. Heat was radiating out of her surging tunnel, from the tingling
love button spasming from the base of his cock, from the depths of her
pussy nipping at his surging tool. "Aaaaaaagh, yeahhhhh." The peak
carried higher than any she could remember, violence and fury driving
it incredibly. Her hips were humping with frantic attempts to make it
wilder and wilder.

She soared on and on. She felt both their bodies were one animal, an
instrument to produce this crushing pleasure, this exploding orgasm.
In the midst of her release, she felt his jism spurting inside her,
and heard his grunting as each shot filled her ovaries, the heat
adding to her experience. Her arms and legs flexed as hard as she
could, pulling him into her, wrapping herself around his cock. It kept
moving, keeping her excited.

It was such an intense completion it ended almost with a whoosh, like
her blackouts in response to his blows. Vicky's arms and legs
weakened, and she collapsed from her embrace of him, as her mind spun
into semi-consciousness. Her head was twisting slowly, feeling him
softening inside her from a long distance away. Then he was gone, too
suddenly, too quickly.

She was back in the van, and they were moving. After five minutes, she
realized her clothes were in a pile beside her, and langourously
pulled them on. Just as she started to plot an escape, the van
stopped, and the doors opened. He was dressed, and had the mask back
on. "You are a block from home, Victoria." Christ, he knew where she
lived. She considered an attack, but decided against it, her body's
lassitude and euphoria no match for his skill at this point. Another
time, another place. Better prepared.

She scrambled weakly out, standing on shaky legs, as he closed the
doors, got in the van and drove away, not even looking at her. She
watched as the white truck faded from her sight around the corner, and
started for home.

Peter Farrell's mind whirled as he drove away. From a light hearted
payback for the woman's beating of his friend and officemate, to an
intense, erotic experience unlike any he had ever known, the evening
had not gone anything like his expectation. The morning two weeks ago
when Jack had come to work bruised and lousy looking came back to him.

They both were employed in a brokerage house on the currency trading
desk. They had become good buddies over the two years they had been
working together, Peter's calm, unflappable style a sharp contrast to
Jack's excitable, volatile personality. They had quickly developed an
efficient relationship, freely using their different styles to dazzle
the many arbitrageurs who tried to exploit their firm's large
positions in asian money. Their success had earned them a strong
reputation in the small world of strange exchange driven by world
trends and impulsive reaction to crisis.

He felt an almost fatherly sense of protection for Jack. The night he
first saw Peter fight two guys trying to mug them as they walked home
with dates, Jack had been so impressed he had enrolled in Karate
classes at the local dojo. Peter had counseled him to be careful of
getting too confident after just a few months of immersion in the
martial arts, but Jack's usual enthusiasm made him reckless. He kept
wanting to try Peter, but that wouldn't have been fair. He had worried
that Jack would do something stupid after he won a couple of matches
with other neophytes, and of course he eventually did.

"What did you do now, Jack. You look like shit." The big, florid
Irishman looked sheepish, and it took a while to worm the story out of
him. "She's such a turn on, Pete. Gives you little hints of her tits
and that firm butt, then won't go out with anyone. I figured, what the
hell, get her in an alley, maybe strip her, bring her down to size a
bit." "Never knew what hit you, huh Jack. I told you it takes a
lifetime to be really good, a few months can't prepare you for
somebody who's really into it." Jack shrugged the way he always did
when caught in a weak moment.

"But the funny thing is, she makes it easy. Walks home through the
projects, doesn't hurry. When I pulled her into the dark, she just
went along. And I swear to you she was getting off when I was laying
there bleeding. Thinking about it, it seems to me she lured me there.
None of the guys have said anything, but I think she's done it to some
of them too. A couple of them look sheepish around her, and she gives
them shit in front of everybody, and they don't do anything." He
admitted it was his fault, but kept insisting she was looking for
trouble.

They had access to a lot of data networks, and checked her out.
Victoria Pleasance. Thirty five. "Looks like twenty." Widowed, one
kid. Lives with her sister. Independent income, but not huge. Big in
karate when she was young, got back into it when her husband died. A
couple of pictures in the newspaper files with her husband showed a
gorgeous woman, but Jack mumbled "Dresses down now. Like a librarian.
Maybe she's a dyke."

It didn't make sense to him. She must be good, and the idea of luring
victims went against all the training and morality. Jack gave up his
lessons, and Peter was disappointed that this woman had caused that.
He got more and more curious the more they learned, and finally
decided that if she was pulling some sort of vengeance thing, it might
be fun to teach her a lesson. There were few enough chances to
exercise his lifelong devotion to the oriental training his mother had
given him.

The whole night had been like a conquest. Her long, beautiful hair as
she fought. That fantastic body, big firm breasts wobbling
seductively, the well developed, long slim legs so powerful and yet so
attractive, the fierce sensuality of her face. He had gone from a
playful demonstration that she wasn't superwoman to a primitive desire
to dominate her. His own feelings had surprised him, the sexual
excitement overcoming his calm exercise of his physical ability.

It hadn't been rape, though he imagined she might have thought so.
Jack was right, she had wanted the fight, wanted to get off. His
passion went against everything he had been trained to feel, but
captured him in a whirl of erotic need. He remembered her preening her
nakedness at him toward the end, as though the fight was pure
carnality. In spite of himself, he recalled what he had said.
Magnificent. It was true.

She could have gotten the license plate, traced it to the customer he
had borrowed it from, led the police to him. But he didn't think so.
She had enjoyed it too much, though in a perverse way. He'd give it a
couple of days to be sure, but knew he would try it again. He thought
she would be waiting.

 As Vicky bathed, massaging her bruised body, the evening flooded her
with wonder. She had never thought there was anything wrong with her
little adventures, they always came after her, right? But she realized
there was something wrong after the intense fuck she had just enjoyed
so much. And she also realized she was hoping to try him again. Win or
lose, she had never cum that hard, that well. He was so good, such a
good fighter, such a good lover.

But in the morning, all she felt was the pain, soreness, and defeat.
Sitting in the big kitchen drinking coffee with Connie, she felt down,
depressed. "What's wrong, Vicky? You look like the world's ending."
"Oh I got hurt a little last night, Con. Some guy got
overenthusiastic." Her sister hissed in exasperation. "It's such an
ugly place. That heavy incense smell covering up the sweat. I can't
believe you like it. It must be fun to kick some macho ass, but is it
worth it. Ugh."

Debbie came skipping down the stairs, and Vicky noticed again the
swell of her daughter's breasts under the tight sweater, the trim hips
outlined by a miniskirt. She had developed her mother's sexy body in
just the last few months. Well, I've succeeded in keeping her from
being inhibited like me, she thought. Maybe too well. "Do you have to
flaunt it, Deb. I mean, really." As the young blonde leaned down to
kiss her cheek, she responded "It's just the style, Mom. The boys all
know you'll kick their ass if they touch me." "Deborah, stop talking
like that."

Giggling delightedly, the girl got herself a cup of coffee. She was
growing like a weed, blooming into womanhood. Vicky shook her head as
the pretty face shone with enthusiasm for the day. Their relationship
was one part love, one part competition. Connie chuckled at the little
byplay, though Vicky had always detected some jealousy over her pretty
child. "You know it isn't nice to defy your mom, Deb. And with her,
it's dangerous." They both liked kidding her about her karate ability.
Vicky wasn't sure what she'd do if someone ever hurt Debbie, but she
liked the sense of being a threat to anyone who got too fresh with her
daughter.

She felt they got along pretty well, but had never really talked about
sex. That was mostly because of Vicky, since Debbie seemed very
naturally comfortable about how boys ogled her, and was always good
about coming home on time when she went out. "One of the guys who
takes classes with you wants to take me out Friday, Mom. Jimmy Lester.
He says I look like you. Can I stay out till midnight?"

As the two women watched the teen skip down to catch the bus, they
both shook their heads. "God she's growing up fast, Vicky. In just two
years, she's turned into a beautiful girl." Connie sighed. "You're
lucky to have her." Vicky took Connie's hand. "No luck on that front,
Con? Is that a bruise on your arm?" Connie jerked her hand away. "It's
nothing Vicky. Please don't neb."

They sat in silence. Connie's pretty face was a little wan. Hit a
nerve, thought Vicky. As she peeled some fruit, and finished a light
breakfast, the silence grew heavy. I should confront her, be a good
older sister. But I'm no source of wisdom. Just got raped, or
something. Want more. Beat up and loving it. She sighed with mild
despair. Where was all this going?


Chapter Two


She was hoping he would be waiting, but for several nights was
disappointed. Cautious, maybe. Or maybe she would never see him again.
Her spirits sagged further each night her trip home was uneventful.
She found herself getting horny, but not wanting another fight with
one of the amateurs. She took special interest in Jimmy Lester, a good
looking senior who was learning fast. He wasn't in her class, but the
large teenage boy's club worked on the next mat over. He was a little
old for Debbie. His instructor said he was a "good kid."

She had gone over and over that evening. She couldn't get it clear in
her mind. Something strange and perverse was going on inside her head.
Sex and violence. The American problem. Her inhibited youth, the
revelation of her marriage, the frustration of her widow life. But an
overwhelming desire for another round.

Tonight, she had caught herself about to deliver a really damaging
blow to one of the women in her beginners class who radiated
sexuality. As though she was jealous of her blatant availability.
Walking home in the cool evening, she felt tiredness instead of
anticipation. He wasn't coming back. He had just been playing with
her, looking for a free piece of ass. Maybe she should go out with one
of the guys who were always sniffing around. Even as the thought
occurred to her, she knew the idea was foolish. She wanted only him.
That wild, violent, incredible experience.

Then she saw him, no mask tonight, but the same black outfit. Standing
in the same place. A BMW instead of the van. Waiting for her. A bloom
of excitment, of anticipation changed her mood instantly, and she felt
alive again. As she neared him, he opened the door of the car, and she
got in wordlessly. The tension was thick enough to cut as he drove
toward the warehouse section of the city. She noticed the nameplate on
the dashboard, Peter Farrell. In profile, as she studied him, there
was calm concentration as he shifted gears, making several turns. She
thought he was about her age.

The car stopped in front of a decrepit looking building, but there
were no broken windows as many around it had. He came around and
opened the door, and she got out, feeling somehow safe, unthreatened.
He walked ahead of her to a door and opened it with a key from the
same ring as the ignition. He held it open for her. She looked in his
eyes, but got no hint of what might be in store. Just as on that first
night, he was simply waiting for her to decide. Her choice.

She entered and he closed the door behind them. The massive open space
was warm, and soft light illuminated a finished oak floor, with a
large exercise mat directly in the center of the halo of light from
overhead. She got a sense of other rooms around. A faint smell of
incense, with none of the underlying stench of the dojo. It was very
quiet.

He walked to the mat and faced her. His eyes locked to hers, and she
felt the tension grow, her stomach tingling, the beginning of
excitement down in her cunt. Peter. It was a good name for him. His
hand went to the neck of his pullover, and with a sharp tear ripped it
from his body. The sudden sound made her suck in a little breath. He
stood gazing at her, his handsome face still showing no emotion, his
powerful torso pale in the light.

He had loved it as much as she had. He wanted to do it again. She
would get him this time, knowing his skill, prepared for a more
difficult fight. And she wanted the sexuality, the raw emotion. She
imitated his action, ripping away the long sleeved blouse she had just
bought. Her bra fastened in front, and she pulled it away roughly,
popping a button. She could see his eyes on her breasts. Her ears were
roaring.

More, more. She slipped out of her tennis shoes, and pushed down her
pants and panties in one quick movement. As she stepped out of them,
he unbuckled his belt, and stripped himself quickly. She strode to the
mat as he finished, and they stood staring at each other's nudity. Her
hands were hanging loosely, and he rotated to keep her directly in
front of him as she moved. She felt his stare, taking in her long
legs, her thick bush of untrimmed pubic hair, her lush, full tits. Her
narrow waist and flat stomach made a carnal fantasy, she was sure. She
felt a surge of pleasure in her exposure of her nakedness.

His wide shoulders sloped nicely to his own muscled hips, without the
flare of hers. His cock was already hard. He could control his face,
but his excitement showed in the thick tube pulsing at her. She could
feel the adrenaline, the cream flowing inside her vaginal tunnel. She
fought to keep her face as expressionless as his, but her breathing
seemed to thunder in the quiet, cavernous room.

But still, he waited. Her choice. Her option to fight. She began to
circle him, and he assumed his prepared position. She forced her mind
into the hunting mode, becoming a stalking lioness, eyeing her prey,
ready to strike. Always on balance, her weight on the balls of her
feet. She feinted twice, watching his responses carefully. She
couldn't see even a slight flinch. She danced in and swung a leg, but
short of real striking range. It fooled him, and he tried to sweep her
again. As he did, she lept to the side and caught him in the ribs with
her foot.

He rolled with it, and she saw a small smile. But she knew it had an
effect. She circled again, and made a pass with her hands chopping in
clockwise defensive motion, and started a kick short of the real
hitting zone. He reacted and she went for a roll to the side, aiming
for the spot on his ribs she had already struck, but he had seen it
coming, slipped it, and caught her with an instep in the back.

She had half expected it, and pivoted quickly to deliver a firm instep
of her own into his kidneys, feeling it catch him hard. But even as
she landed, his shoulders swung and she felt her mind blur as he
chopped her ribs. She rolled back to her feet, gasping now, still
feeling even. He showed no pain, but she knew the blow to his kidney
had hurt him. She circled, waiting for its pain to dull his reaction,
and for her mind to clear. But suddenly he attacked.

His charge got him into her reactive punch with the heel of her hand,
but he let it glance off his chest and pinned her arm to his side, and
they twisted to the mat. She felt the heel of his foot pummel her
solar plexus, and her eyes saw stars again. Pain radiated out. He held
her with a leg over her abdomen, her arm still captured. It was a
stalled position, and their eyes were locked as both gasped with their
exertion.

Suddenly he rolled on top of her, released her arm, and locked his
mouth to hers, holding her hands. She felt his tongue inside her, and
passion flared up and down her spine. She kissed back, sucking
hungrily. Their bodies were sweating hard, and the moistness made the
contact of their skin slippery and exciting. Briefly, she wanted to go
with their passion, now, quickly. But she wasn't finished.

She struck him near the kidney again with her knee. He rolled over
her, and she twisted to her feet, but he was already there, and swung
a leg toward her ribs. She took the blow on her arm, and countered to
his knees, but he slipped to the floor, sweeping toward her legs. She
tried to stomp him, but missed, and felt the foot land on her lower
stomach, forcing the air from her lungs. Damn. He was too good, too
strong. His leg finally whipped back against her ankles, and she went
down with a thud.

She lay there, defenseless now, and saw him crawling toward her. His
mouth was open, his chest working hard. At least she had made him
strain. Ooooh, I'm ready now, she thought. You have won, you own me.
He pushed her legs apart and buried his head in her cunt. Through the
haze of pain and oxygen deprivation, the thrilling contact of his
tongue on her clit was like a lightning bolt. Vicky Pleasance screamed
into the room, surrendering to the rapture and pain coursing through
her.

His mouth surrounded her slit, the tongue driving through her foaming
cuntlips up to the stiff love button. She could feel his desperate
breathing as he seemed to try to devour her, and she wrapped her hands
in his hair, pulling his mouth into her, while her legs wrapped around
his shoulders. "Oh my god, oh my god, eat me, eat me. Ooooooh yes."
Her eyes stung with perspiration dripping into them, as she felt the
flush of passion add to the heat from her strained body. Dimly, she
heard him moaning as he made her pussy soar with euphoric sensation.

He was driving her, sucking and tonguing so hard she felt unable to
resist the climax hurtling toward her. It was so fast, yet seemed to
join with their fighting in a totality of accumulating desire, to
become a long dance of sexual need. "I'm coming, I'm aaaaaaah
cummming." The orgasm ripped over her, making her hips frantically
hump to his face, trying to help his hungry mouth increase her
pleasure. She was soaring in her release, shaking her head as he kept
her rolling pleasure keening. Cream was pouring out of her twat as she
felt his sucking mouth swallowing her in a white blaze.

It boiled and boiled, even as her hips stopped moving, and her legs
relaxed. His mouth was slowing down, but still felt like a glove
wrapped on her pubic bone, his tongue moving gently on her clit. Her
eyes snapped open suddenly, as she realized she had done nothing to
satisfy his passion. His prick had been hard during their fight, and
she knew he must be craving his own satisfaction. She flipped her head
over his body toward his hips, and felt him roll to his back.

The stiff manmeat was hard and jumping. She pulled her pussy away from
his mouth and  took the thick flesh between her lips, closing on the
pear shaped head. Her tongue licked at the tiny slit and tasted salty
pre cum, and she sucked as hard as she could, letting it sink into her
throat, swallowing and gasping as she did it. Even as she urgently
enclosed the cock in her mouth, she wiggled around to kneel between
his hard muscled legs. She heard him groaning with desire. Her climax
was still echoing through her, and the taste and feel of his tool kept
her tingling.

She let her teeth scrape the blood vessels on the side of his tube as
her mouth came up and she sucked frantically for air. Pain and
pleasure. Then she concentrated on the head, where she knew nerves
would react fiercely.  After several small movements of her lips over
the hot skin there, she sunk it once again all the way inside her
throat, feeling his pubic hair at her lips. She felt his hips jump,
and suddenly pressure seemed to bloom the member. She came back up to
the head, and caught his eyes. They were wide and tense. He's going to
shoot, she thought. Oh hurry.

She pistoned again hungrily, and suddenly felt him hump up and freeze.
She raised her head to enclose only the tip of the hard shaft, and
felt a stinging burst of hot jism go over her tongue and down her
throat. She swallowed wildly, her stomach thrilling as she tasted his
essence. He humped his hips again, and another shot filled her mouth.
As she swallowed, she let the spitting cock out, and wrapped her
titties around it, looking down at another gush of white goo that
popped up to her neck, then dripped down to streak over her nipples.

She held it there, as she locked her eyes to his leering gaze. Another
little dribble leaked out, and she felt it lubricating her chest
between the soft pillows of her boobs, as his smile of completion
broadened. Wild, wild, wonderful orgasms. She kept him enclosed in her
tits for a while, then crawled up to kiss him. As they moved gently
against each other, his breathing began to slow. "Peter, Peter. I like
your name."

They lay there together for ten minutes, languidly caressing, not
speaking. She was almost afraid to break the spell of their passion
and fiery battle. Finally, he whispered "I have a bottle of wine
chilled, Victoria. This is my retreat, and there is a shower, and a
large bed. Please stay with me." She raised her head and stared into
his eyes. "I have no idea what I'm doing Peter. But I want to be here,
with you." She brushed his lips lightly. "We aren't finished for
tonight, are we?" she asked. He just smiled.

He picked her up, seeming to carry her effortlessly to a low table in
a corner that he lit with a switch that also darkened the arena. It
was now a small intimate space, and there was a pink tone that made
them both look tan and healthy. Large black pillows surrounded the
table, and he eased her down with her back slightly elevated. Her mind
had a disconnected feeling, a sense of anticipation, but of being
outside herself. What must she look like, all sweaty and rumpled?

He handed her a glass of wine, and both threw down a full glass in one
gulp, thirsty from their duel. He refilled both glasses and reclined
beside her, but with his hips at her head and on his side, supported
by an elbow. As she sipped, he inserted two fingers into her pussy,
then pulled them out and sucked her juices into his mouth, holding her
eyes. Then his hands began caressing her.

They seemed to mutually decide on silence. She was afraid to lose the
mystery of this strange, thrilling combination of attraction and
antagonism that had grown between them so quickly. As she felt those
callused hands on her breasts, pinching the nipples softly, she
wondered what was going on in his mind. But she also wanted him to be
her unknown assasin.

Peter was astonished by her fighting skill, her wild embrace of his
carefully thought out scripting of this evening, and the beauty she
showed him. Completely guileless, not the slightest bit self conscious
about her nudity or her savage disarray, she watched him frankly as he
rubbed her moist charms. He felt himself hardening again already. She
noticed too, and ogled his tool with a small smile. He knew she must
be outside her normal behavior pattern, in some sort of fantasy.

The most incredible thing was how she had drawn him into it. The
oriental detachment he had always thought was cemented in his deepest
psyche from his mother had burst into a flaming passion ignited by the
violence of their relationship. As he felt her hand touch his thigh
lightly, and work slowly up toward his cock, the surge of desire he
felt was completely unlike his normal calm exploiting of women. She
had a curious power to inflame him, to draw him into a fierce world of
raw, demented agression.

Until he had experienced it, twice now, he would have decried this
immoral, indecent animal lust. But it was warming him, exciting him,
drawing deep, agressive impulses out in the open. He wasn't so
supehuman after all. There was also a new embrace of sexual passion
that he realized had to spring from some hidden, raw obsession. He
thought it was dangerous, but the wonder of these mind blowing orgasms
was irresistible. Crazy and unpredictable as it was, he knew he must
continue this primitve, savage coupling.

They both finished their wine, and he rose and pulled her to her feet,
admiring her lithe grace. She held his eyes, following him to the
shower dimly lit in one corner. His prick was hard again, without any
control from his feverish mind. Victoria. Circe. His siren.

She gave herself freely to the tingling spray of water, as he soaped
her. "My face too, Peter." As he caressed her lovely wide mouth, the
small nose and large natural eyes pinched shut, the intimacy was
overwhelming. He felt the urge to fuck her right there. What a sexy
woman, yet Jack had said she never went out. His hand rubbed her puffy
cuntlips, the soap making the contact erotic beyond belief. Her hands
rubbed his hips and thighs as he stood behind her.

She twisted and began rubbing him, and he handed her the bar of
unscented soap. Water was beading on her skin, and he could no longer
pretend to be calm. His gaze jumped from her face to her large boobs,
the stiff tips red and firm, their soft bulk amazing for her age. She
has a teenage daughter, he marveled. He could feel her well toned
fitness, such a contrast to the fleshy girls he had always favored.
His tool was poking her belly, and he felt her gently moving against
it, watching his face and grinning slyly as he reacted to the touch.

They dried themselves with one of his large terry bath towels, each
using one end. The rubbing was sensual and intoxicating, as they
explored their nude bodies. As he knelt wiping off her legs, he
smelled her cunt perfume, the musky odor another stimulating
incitement, and tongued her clitty briefly. She responded by kneeling
and kissing his jerking prick, not sucking but nuzzling it in her
face. He wanted to sink into her so badly his mind was buzzing.

Suddenly she rose and ran into the dark arena, laughing. He followed
her, jolted again by surprise. He heard her trip over the mat, and
went to her before she could get up. He embraced her, and they tumbled
onto the rough surface. Their mouths locked together, their tongues
dueling, pressed frantically against each other. In the dark, his
hands wandered over her body, his mind soaring with desire. He broke
the kiss, and mumbled "No, No, I must see you, Victoria."

He heard her chuckle lasciviously. "You bastard, you rapist, you
assasin, you son of a bitch. Take me, fuck me. Use my body. God,
whatever, but hurry, hurry. Oooooh." He lifted her in his arms and
quickly returned to the dining room, throwing her down to the pillows.
Briefly he stared at her smiling, bright eyed face, her arms stretched
out to welcome his assault. Her wonderful body with its furry triangle
framed by the dark background of black silk lured him into a mindless
rage of need.

She opened herself as he fell on her. Without effort, his cock found
her cunthole, and he plunged to her wet depths, the feeling of
becoming one with her fantastic. He stayed briefly that way, buried in
her warmth. She seemed to give in to his pause, waiting for him to
begin fucking, her hard breathing sounding in his ears. Her wet hair
was tight to her head, and her naturalness was the most sensual look
he could imagine.

He began to move, slowly at first,.a little out, firmly in. Pushing
his boner against the top of her slit, feeling her jump with the
contact each time. "Oooh yes, yes." He was watching her head squirm
languidly, her eyes vacant in rising passion.  Her heels dug right on
his ass, helping him pummel her. He fought the urge to go faster. Let
us stay like this forever, his raging mind wished. But his strokes
lengthened unbidden, as they both moaned with the tempo.

His thrusts were firm and smooth, bathing her in fiery stimulation.
She met each stroke with slight stretching of her legs, and her
stomach undulated to allow his cock to plummet to her depths. Each
penetration moved her a little higher, thrilling her, making her croon
softly without words. The rhythm began to take her out of herself,
drifting into the rapids of building desire.

She began to murmur uncontrollably as he watched her passion build.
"Oh,I feel every, ooooh every inch, fucking me, god, god oh Peter get
me, rape me, fill me, my hot pussy, my deep cunt, oooooh." She was
writhing to him, and his tension soared with her freely confessed
need. Deep pleasure churned his belly, down to his groin, as though
some deep hole in his mind was opening and forcing its contents to
build the wonderful sensation coursing in him. She was wet as hell,
his cock slipping in and out effortlessly, each thrust adding height
to his keening desire.

Vicky was lost in it, the whirl of excitement out of control in her
mind. Every movement of the big prick sent her nerves into insistent
tingling, her whole bottom feeling raw and touchy. He wasn't kissing
her, just whispering "Victoria, Victoria" in her ear. Waves of delight
shot out of her clit each time he reached her depths, and the sense of
tightening need in her belly careened around like wildfire.

She seemed to jump from one imagined act to another. Rape, she exulted
for a time, then demanding his due of his conquest, then tender
lovemaking between strangers. Each scenario propelled her higher,
until she reached a plateau of exotic tension, floating in a sea of
want, begging silently for completion. For moments she tried to
pretend she could hide his mastery of her, then as she felt the edge
nearing, she seemd to cry out her secret.

"You're making me cummmmm, you wonderful bastard, oh don't stop, I
want, aaaaagh, to cummmmmmmm." She was gone now, sliding upwards,
abandoning anything but seeking fulfilment. Her hips fucked back to
his rampaging cock, that pistoned and filled, making them one creature
of passionate release. It came in a rush, bursting into her whole
being, taking over everything. She threw her arms out, and her legs
linked at the ankles, squeezing pressure from his strong body on her
whole foaming slit.

The nipples of her boobs tingled like nails, joining the climax
exploding slowly, her moaning louder and louder. She clawed the silky
pillows, crying out "Yes, oh yes, aaaaaaaahhhhhhh." Just as she
peaked, lightning filling her mind, heat filled her insides, flowing
from his driving prick. He grunted once, then spasmed deeper into her,
freezing at the bottom, her clit trapped by his hips, the thrills
unbearable.

She almost passed out, as though he was still squeezing her neck. Her
mind felt like a balloon, empty but clear and happy. She felt him
stroke again, and could almost taste his sweet spunk. The waves rolled
and rolled. She had never experienced anything like it. She was dirty,
she was lewd, she was thrilled, she was a whore, his whore. "My god,
my god, damn, damn." She was swearing like a trooper, and even that
little sin sent chills into her. She felt her legs collapse to the
soft cushions, as he still pressed to her, though she couldn't feel
his tool anymore. "Victoria,Victoria."

He stayed on top of her as they came down, his body giving a sweet,
different odor than hers. Her swirling mind began to clear. She opened
her eyes to see him gazing at her, and he tenderly lowered his mouth
to hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, then through her own as
an after thought. "I must look a mess." "A magnificent angel" he
breathed. "Some angel" she answered.

He was staring at her. She knew, knew he wanted to talk, to explore
their feelings, to try to understand this frantic desire they shared.
"No,no Peter. Don't talk. Don't ruin it." He sighed as she pulled his
head down and kissed more firmly, her tongue reaching in, tasting him.
They clung to each other, trying to exchange their souls. But it
didn't work.


Chapter Three


What now? Oh god, what now? Vicky was lying in bed, Debbie already
gone to school. Her mind was spinning, trying to overcome the dreamy
urge to remember every moment of the night before. They had parted
wordlessly, with a small kiss, and he pressed his business card in her
hand. It was on the dresser. "Any time, any night, whatever you want,
Victoria." Written in a neat, careful script.

She wanted him. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to hurt them, to hurt
terrible men. She moaned to the room, wishing she could somehow change
her raging thoughts. But she had freed them, and now they wouldn't
leave her alone. She felt more terrible desires. In her ass. She had
never done that. More than one man. A woman. Ohhhhh what was
happening.

She swung her legs to the floor, and better control returned. She
vaguely felt her body's surging happiness. In spite of a couple of
fresh bruises. Fulfilled as never before. She shook her head. Sorry
John. But there it is. Was it forbidden fruit? Release of the ugly,
repressed side of her soul? It had felt too good to resist. Would
talking to him help?

She staggered downstairs, filling a large glass with orange juice,
gulping it down. Funny. No coffee. She made some, and waited for
Connie. But three cups later, there was still no sign of her. The
coffee helped her regain control of her thoughts, as she began to
worry about her sister. Was she sick, or maybe had left early for some
reason. No, there would have been coffee. She must be upstairs.
Filling a cup, and carrying her own, she went up to see.

As she neared the closed bedroom door, she heard quiet sobs. She burst
in, and Connie was sprawled on her bed, naked. She had a voluptuous
body, big breasts like Vicky, and the same curves without the fitness.
A few extra pounds, but young enough to carry it seductively. A surge
of fear and affection for her young sister surfaced as the older woman
hurried to the bed and wrapped the young blonde in her arms. As the
pretty face raised to stare vacantly at her concerned face, Vicky saw
the bruises.

One cheekbone was already an ugly dark blue. The other side of her
face had a black eye, and there was a little split lip. "Oh Connie,
darling, why did he do it? How could he? The bastard." Connie started
crying hard, tears streaming down her face. Vicky hugged her tightly,
careful of the beat up face, and rocked back and forth. Minutes passed
as she tried to comfort her little sister, the way she always had when
they were young. Slowly the frantic release of emotion eased.

Once the worst was over, Vicky hurried downstairs and brought a bottle
of Kahlua up, filling each of their cups with a generous dose, and
helping Connie get it down. She waited for the warming effect of the
alchohol and sugar. As it came, the blonde began to relax. She sipped
her own more slowly, beginning to plot revenge for this assault. The
closeness they had once felt came rushing back to them, and she pulled
her robe off and crawled into bed beside Connie, hugging to her. Their
tits pressed together, their hips too.

Vicky started to feel perverse desire, mixed somehow with her anger.
Her generous, warm sister. So tender, so vulnerable. As she imagined
hurting Steven, her pussy creamed, and she pulled Connie closer. But
her sense of sexual excitement wasn't returned. Her sister was too
devastated by shame, fear, and pain. Get under control, she thought.
But an impulse had awakened. Along with concern for Connie, her mind
roared with her strange need.

Connie refused to go to the hospital, and Vicky dressed the cut on her
lip, and helped put ice on the bruises on her face. There was some
redness in her stomach too, but it didn't seem to be too bad. "He gets
so angry at me when I want to make love, Vic. This is the first time
he hit my face, but it's been this way for years. He hurts me, then
fucks me, just a quick in and out. For a while, he was apologetic, but
lately it's as though he enjoys the whole hurting thing. I've wanted
to tell you, but he kept saying he'd kick you out."

Vicky took some Polaroids of her face. "Once this shit starts they
never quit, Con. We have to watch out for it in students. Some of the
women are trying to learn to fight back." They were still drinking
spiked coffee, and it was having an effect. Connie whispered "Will you
do it to him, Vic? Hurt him bad? Pay him back?" "You bet, Con. But it
won't help, sometimes that kicks them over into even worse things. You
have to get him away from you, out of the house, then he has to get
counseling. But if you want my advice, you'll just divorce him quick.
They don't get better very often."

"He'll come home for lunch, Vic. He always does after a night like
that." "Pack him a suitcase, darling. I'll call that lawyer who did my
estate. He was thoughful and understanding. And you know I'll stay
with you." They had been sitting together on the couch, and Connie
embraced her, and they kissed gently. This time, Vicky felt something
more than sisterly affection. She pushed the woman away tenderly. "I
know, I know, darling. But get that bag packed."

Vicky had too much experience with battering. Her physical ability to
stand up to men had led her to counsel several women at the dojo, and
she had read about it extensively. The unique advantage for Connie was
her presence, protective and making the right action much easier than
usual. Most women were nearly defenseless against their husbands. She
felt suddenly useful, dealing with a problem she understood. It was
good for her to get out of the funk her strange relationship with
Peter had created.

Just as Connie descended the stairway with a large suitcase, the front
door burst open and Steven was standing there. He had a look of
sheepish concern on his face, but when he saw Vicky, in pants and her
bound chest, the look changed to a snarl. "Are you interfering again,
bitch." Vicky resisted the urge to start in on him immediately. Connie
glanced nervously at her sister, then with a choked voice, told him
"You're leaving, Steven. I'm talking to a lawyer this afternoon. I've
had enough of your shit."

He started for Connie, but Vicky stepped between them. The anger in
his face made him ugly, but she stayed on the balls of her feet, not
threatening but ready. She felt the excitement start, the sense of
pleasure at what was coming. He hesitated, confusion and fear showing.
But then he charged, the anger, even hate, overcoming his fear of
Vicky. Her left hand shot into his chin, the heel snapping his head
back, making his tall frame straighten. Her right hand in a fist
caught him sharply in the solar plexus, and the breath rushing from
his lungs made a screech even as he collapsed to his knees.

Connie was screaming. "Don't Steven, stop, stop." She ran down past
them both and threw the suitcase out into the yard. "Get out, get
out." But Steven wasn't paying attention, just gasping and snarling at
Vicky. Come to me asshole. Let me kick the shit out of you. She stared
at him, knowing her calm was infuriating him. Her cunt was tingling
delightfully.

He lunged at her, and she sidestepped and drove her knee into his
face, aiming at his nose. She felt the crunch of the brittle bone, and
twisted aside as he fell face down. She got around so she was still
between his prone body and Connie. She could hear her sister
whimpering "Vicky, Vicky." Her body thrilled to the damage she was
doing. He'll try one more time. Mmmmmm.

He was still getting a rush from the flow of stimulation the pain and
confusion was causing in his out of control brain. He got up slowly,
blood spurting from his nose, and cocked his arm, making a fist. His
eyes were cloudy, and the rage was obvious. He swung at her head, but
it seemed to be in slow motion. She let the punch slip by her face,
stepped in and drove her knee into his groin, feeling the contact with
soft tissue as well as his pubic bone. Right in the balls, she
exulted. He went down like a stone, managing no sound except a soft
groan.

As he lay there, doubled up and whimpering, Connie's arms went around
her, hugging to her back. She felt the soft breasts, the hips in her
ass cheeks. Her reward. "Yeah, Vic. Yeah." She grabbed the belt of his
pants and the collar of his jacket and pulled him on his knees out the
door, finally throwing him onto the grass near the valise. Two
neighbors were watching. Vicky knelt and whispered in his ear "Please
come back and try me again, Steven. I haven't hurt you nearly enough
yet. I want to make you suffer the way you've hurt my sister. You
haven't even seen my best moves. So please, come back. But now, get
out of here." She pushed his butt, and he sprawled over. Both
neighbors clapped their hands delightedly.

They all stood and watched as he struggled away, crawling to his car.
Vicky picked up the suitcase and threw it in the back seat. He sat
gasping. "Go Steven. Before I lose my patience." He started the car
down the street, weaving slightly. She and Connie hurried back inside.

As the door closed, Connie grabbed her. "Oh Vic, you were like an
amazon, a warrior. Oh thank you, my wonderful sister." Their mouths
came together in a frankly passionate embrace. Vicky savored the
taste, coffee, Kahlua, as the piercing tongue entered her. She wrapped
her arms around Connie, pulling their hips together. The violence had
affected Connie too. They were both caught by a sense of triumph, of
joy in their sudden victory. They ground their twats together. Vicky
felt the familiar surge of desire, and they gave themselves to the
euphoria of the moment.

"Upstairs, Con. Upstairs." They rushed to Connie's bedroom, tearing
their clothes off. Vicky was naked first, and helped pull the panties
off her sister's pale hips. Her bush was trimmed carefully, and the
lips of her cunt were bare. As she fell to the bed, Vicky surrounded
the puffy flesh with her mouth, driving her tongue deep inside the wet
tunnel. "Vic, Vic oh that's nice, let me eat you too. Oh Vic."

They twisted to a sixty nine position, with the older woman on top.
Both spread their legs wide, opening the pink flesh of their pussys to
their hungry mouths. Both began sucking and tonguing frantically.
Vicky concentrated on the little clitty stiff and proturuding saucily
out, feeling the jumps with each lashing flick of her tongue. She
butterflyed the tiny button, feeling the writhing hips her efforts
were stimulating.

And the thrills radiating from her sister's equally energetic mouth
were coursing through her groin, matching her erotic soaring to the
sense of freedom both felt. Vicky could feel an occasional flinch from
Connie's mouth, probably the cut lip, but it seemed to increase the
passion of her sucking, rather than stop it. They were humping wildly,
bodies writhing around each other. Sex and violence again. But it was
fantastic.

They were going too fast. Vicky wanted it to stretch out, to let her
savor this final chapter in her rescue of her lovely sister. "No, no
Con. Not too fast." She twisted around to gaze down at the voluptuous
soft flesh of her blonde lover. She began caressing the full tits,
pinching the nipples softly, drawing sighs of enjoyment. She kissed
the full red lips gently, careful of the cut. She felt a hand on her
own globes, kneading with smooth fingers. Arching to the wonderful
caress, she increased the pressure of her rougher palms on the pliant
pillows below her.

She smelled the musky cream their cunts were producing, filling the
room. They were lost in the glow of this rapturous celebration. The
fighter and the former beauty queen. Moaning with need, with want,
with affection. Vicky started rubbing down toward the steamy cunt, and
Connie's body responded by humping up to the hand, and more whispered
encouragement. "Vicky, Vicky, dearest sister, yes, yes." As the older
woman's hand stole into the waiting slit, fingers entering the wet
tunnel, another groan, anxious words."Oh neat, what a feeling, no more
beatings, yesssss, do me darling."

Connie rolled to her side, just enough to press their breasts into
each other, and inserted her fingers inside Vicky's wet snatch,
wiggling upwards and feeling the slim, muscled hips respond with
humping motions. "Ummmmmph, oh yeah." groaned the firm, toned woman
lost in their fantasy together. The two bodies were very similar, but
the blonde's opulent body contrasted with her trim, lithe, auburn
haired sister. The excitement, surprise, and delight overpowered them.

"Get me off, Con. C'mon, you too, c'mon." Their hungry mouths joined,
tongues dueling frantically, and both soared into the lovely haze of
slavering lust wrapping them up in a private orgy of need. Their hands
worked with tender violence, knowledgably raising the tension of their
bodies. Vicky could feel the scraping of Connie's long fingernails,
and the slight pain added lovely piquance to the foaming heat of her
pussy. She tasted blood from the split lip, and licked at it, savoring
the salty taste. Connie groaned with a mixture of pain and exploding
desire, and pushed her mouth harder to increase the flow.

Vicky felt the climax begin, and increased the fervor of her fucking
hips, crying gently into her sister's sucking mouth. She wiggled her
fingers harder, and tried to increase the friction on the stiff little
clitty at her palm. The tension gathered into a ball in her abdomen,
and then burst into radiating sensation flowing from her slit into
every part of her flesh. "Cummmmmmmmmmm." She broke their kiss, and
stared into Connie's face, which was gaping and mewling with pleasure.
She's cumming too, she realized through the delightful haze.

They writhed together, luxuriating in their shared orgasmic thrills,
amazed at how natural it seemed, how much a reward for their
overcoming the brutal husband. As the wonderful peak eased, the
slightly damp bodies pressed firmly, welcoming the feeling of skin on
skin. Both were sighing with pleasure and fulfillment.

Vicky was amazed at the feelings coursing through her. This had always
been a forbidden act, a terrible sin. But in her new embrace of carnal
enjoyment mixed with aggression, the whole thing made perfect sense.
As though from a distance she heard Connie whispering "You've never
done that before, have you Vic? We used to do it at the pageants, with
no men allowed near us. But you were always so uptight." She giggled
in a throaty, sexy way. "I used to have dreams about you when I saw
you fight."

Vicky propped herself on an elbow. "Something's happening to me, Con.
Like suddenly releasing pent up desires, but all tied up with
violence. I'm afraid it's perverted." Connie chuckled. "You've no idea
what real perversion is, darling. You're a hero to us weak women. You
should hear Debbie. But you have to explore, find out what turns you
on. Most of us do it when we're young. It's just happening later to
you." Vicky cuddled to her. "Well I found out I like you, little
sister. But there's a new man in my life, and it's even better than
with John. When I'm calm, I feel guilty."

"Oh Vicky, sweet lover. Embrace it, don't fight it. Explore it, lose
yourself in it. Even Mom used to worry about you. We get old soon
enough, or marry some jerk like I did." She propped herself up, her
face gazing lovingly at her naive sister, so physically competent, so
unaware of her effect on others. "Who's this guy?"

When she came home, Debbie was pleasantly surprised at the new
atmosphere in the house. Her Mom explained about Connie's separation,
but there was something else, a new intimacy between the older women.
It was a great improvement, much more relaxed. She wondered if it was
time to level with her mom about how much she liked sex. She had been
balling guys for a year and a half, and as she bloomed recently,
attracted a lot of sexy older men. But she  decided to be cautious.
There was a change, she sensed, but didn't want to risk pissing Mom
off.

It was a pain, having a mother who was so conservative. Yet her
friends envied her. Victoria Pleasance was a heroine in the small
town, a woman who took no shit. So tough she scared even the most
lecherous local Casanovas. Ah well, tomorrow night Jimmy would show
her a nice time, and she thought he'd be a helluva lay.


Chapter Four


Connie was helping her get ready. She felt like a teenager, her
stomach tingling, as though she and Peter hadn't been intimate. She
hadn't tried to look pretty for so long, the feel of makeup, the
lipstick, and the sexy black dress making her feel good. Her image in
the mirror was another woman. Svelte and gorgeous. Her long hair waved
and over one shoulder, eyes large, body shown to advantage by the
smooth black material hugging her, the slit in the side hinting at her
long, bare legs. "I look like a whore, Con."

Vicky felt a slap in her rear. "Like a goddess, Vic. A beautiful,
mature woman. No man alive could resist you. He'll probably ask you to
marry him on the spot." Connie's personality had returned to the
bright, happy woman she had been before her marriage. The lawyer had
been a big help, knowing the things to say, quickly reassuring her
about money, starting an investigation, getting a restraining order.

The conversation with Peter had been easier than she had expected.
"Hi, it's me." "Victoria, thank god. How are you?" "Well, still
confused. But I miss you, and I don't want to fight anymore. Not you,
anyway. Maybe we should talk. Really, we hardly know each other." She
had giggled in an embarassed way, and added "Well, in some ways." He
had made it easy. "I missed you too. I am unable to think clearly
about anything but you. Please, dinner?  Tomorrow night? Chez George?"
"On a Saturday night?" "Um, they know me there. We'll get a nice
table."

Debbie had laughed when she told her. "A date, Mom? After three years?
I thought you took vows. Is he nice?" Vicky had not even told Connie
about the relationship that had already formed between she and Peter.
"We'll see dear. He seems nice." "Shall I wait up for you, Mom?"

He arrived in a Tux. He was nervous, looking sheepish as he handed her
flowers in a bundle, pecking her cheek. Her three inch heels made her
slightly taller than he was, and she apologized. "I'll go change if
you want, Peter." He smiled as he draped a wrap over her shoulders.
"My one quarter oriental loves the idea of a big American on my arm.
We all want to be dominated." She looked at him with a feeling he was
making fun. "You're hard to dominate." "That's the other three
quarters." They were half way down the walk toward the BMW. He
stopped.

"Lets start over. I'm confused too, Victoria. I don't think this is so
simple. I shouldn't make fun. You look absolutely drop dead gorgeous,
and I wouldn't want to change a thing." He was so nice, yet the edge
to their relationship hung there. "Oh Peter." She pressed herself
against him, feeling his firm body through the suit. His arms gripped
her hips. She felt his cock jump against her cunt. Her pussy creamed.
Well, that hasn't changed, she thought.

Peter had been overcome with excitement when she called. It was as
though he had never known a woman before. He kept feeling he was
making stupid comments, risking putting her off. "Who was that?" asked
Jack. "Um, Victoria Pleasance." "The cockteaser? How do you know her?"
"Oh, we just met the other night at that art exhibit." "Watch out,
buddy. She'll bust your balls."

When he saw her with her sister in the bright hall, as he stood there
like a kid holding the flowers, he almost choked she looked so good.
Nearly six feet in the heels, legs that went forever, looking sexy and
sophisticated, no trace of the fierce amazon. He felt flushed and
tonguetied. When his goddamn prick embarassed him as they hugged on
the way to the car, after he tried to apologize, he marveled again at
her power over him. He had won the fights, but lost the war.

The evening was like a dream. He let her tell him about her
background, even though he already knew most of it. He told her about
his, and the brokerage, and finally about Jack, and his first thought
about teaching her a lesson. "I've been a black belt since I was a
kid. It was just a lark. But something happened." "Sure did, Peter."
They stared at each other, wondering how to open the subject of this
tense bond between them. But the dessert came, and the moment passed.

She was bright and fun to be with, and they found themselves talking
freely. There were a surprising number of shared enthusiasms. He
turned on all the charm he could muster, wanting to impress her. He
thought she liked him, but there was that veil, the unspoken feelings
they had shared. They both were hesitant to get into it. They finished
the champagne.

The evening was warm, and they decided to walk for a while. The
silence was comfortable, as though they had taken a step, at least a
bit closer. They held hands like school children. In spite of the
secret they couldn't seem to discuss, he wished the night would never
end. He felt desire as they bumped hips occasionally, and after a few
blocks, started back toward the car. Did she want a normal, sane love
making? Would she let him take her to his apartment?

Then the kid appeared suddenly. The knife glinted in his hand, five
inches long. "Out on the town tonight? Wanna get home in one piece?"
There was a rustle from behind, and they both glanced back. "Five of
them." He didn't know which of them said it. He looked at Victoria.
She was grinning the way she did when he first saw her. Like a
lioness. Fucking gorgeous. He saw her hitching up her skirt, revealing
those long legs, tight thong panties, and the hint of her thick bush.

Even as he pivoted and struck at the three behind them, he felt
himself get hard. He heard a yelp behind him as she broke the kid's
wrist with her hard toed shoe. He knocked the middle one backwards
with his foot in the stomach, then twisted right to kick the second
one's knee. His scream as he went down was matched by one behind him.
With just one left standing, he glanced over and saw her catch a groin
with her knee. She already had both of them down.

He attacked the third guy, who was the biggest, but looked shocked at
what was happening. A quick kick to the ribs lowered his guard, and he
chopped the neck. Out like a light. The middle one was rising. He
closed and put a fist deep in the kid's solar plexus. A satisfying
whoosh resulted. The rush of fierce pleasure made him grin.

Victoria was staring at him as he turned. Those bright eyes, the look
of excitement. The two prone bodies groaning on the sidewalk. The
skirt was still up around her hips, and most of the flesh of one
breast pushed out of the low cut bodice. Her hair had come loose. He
felt his stiff, throbbing member. "Peter, Peter." They lunged
together, churning at each other, mouths locked together. He twisted
her into the alley, a hand groping at the panties. He trapped her back
against the brick wall.

As he ripped the lacy triangle away, she fumbled at the zipper of his
pants and freed his throbbing prick. She pulled herself upwards with
her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his hips. Her hand
went between them and pulled his member inside her wet cunt, letting
herself sink on it with a groan. He fucked upwards, and her groan
became a wail of passion.

They churned together in the dark night, moaning to each other. "It's
even better. You're so good, darling, so fast. Oh fuck me, oooooh."
"Victoria, my amazon, my fantastic goddess. Godddd." Her hips were
churning as he spasmed deep inside her foaming box, the wildness
keeping either from even thinking about anything but release. He
pistoned frantically inside her, and she moved sinuously with him,
driving him mad. His hips speeded up, out of control, jerking
viciously. She met every thrust, sucking his ear, her tongue licking.

"Oh yes lover. Yes.Yeeeeees. Cummmmming." Dimly he felt her pussy
contracting on his cock, and exploded into her. His balls slapped her
ass, as his orgasm pumped jism in a torrent. He jerked again, firing
another load. Their mouths found each other, open and frantic. He felt
her arms weaken, and she sunk on his still stiff dong, as his hand
reached down to her hips to support her. With her weight on the base
of his tube, he felt her wiggling her clitty, her groans still loud
and urgent. He held himself like that, letting her continue her
release, feeling himself soften

He felt spunk leaking out, onto his pubic nest. He pulled the
handkerchief out of his jacket and tried to wipe around them both. He
heard her laugh breathlessly, and felt her hand leave his neck and
guide him. It was on her thighs too. "Jesus." "You certainly were
excited, darling."

Her legs left his hips and dropped to the ground. They pressed
together, still gasping. He was shaking. He buried his head in her
hair, smelling its perfume, luxuriating in her. Her hand caressed the
back of his neck, pulling him to her. Another one of the moments he
wanted to last forever. There seemed to be a lot of them with her.

He glanced out at the kids. They were still down, though one of them
was moving. They separated, and she pulled her skirt down, and tucked
her tit away. He zipped up, and bent to pick up the torn black
panties. "I'll replace them, Victoria." She giggled again, a low,
throaty sound of pleasure. He sniffed the musky odor in the crotch.
His mind reeled with the fantastic sense of completion, of triumph.
"Christ, I thought I was going to have to let you beat on me to feel
that way again." "I know, I know. Oh lord."

They walked away, her arm holding his elbow formally now. As they
turned the corner, the kids were struggling to their feet. She called
throatily to them "Come back soon, fellas. It's been fun." They
hurried to the car, and he breathed "I have wine at my apartment
Victoria. I was hoping you'd come back with me." "I can't go home like
this, Peter." She swiveled to stare at him. "Besides, the night is
young."

Vicky was ecstatic. They had been a team, easily overpowering that
young gang. That same feeling of victory, of physical power. That
incredible fuck. This was all so extraordinary. And still, knowing
they shared some weird obsession with violent action, but not talking
about it. They seemed to be able to give each other so much pleasure.
And it felt so good.

His apartment was modern and colorful, not at all like his dojo. Her
dress was still intact, though she was now bare underneath. She walked
around, touching things, studying the pictures. Her body was still
resonating. He threw his jacket off, loosened his tie, and gave her a
glass of wine. They were standing by the leather sectional, still
dwelling on the evening. She reached behind her back and unzipped the
dress. As she let it slip off, draping it carefully over the arm of
the couch, she whispered "I love being naked with you, Peter."

She reclined on the couch, trying to look seductive, watching him take
his clothes off. The calm,suave charming man she had dined so sweetly
with was gone, replaced by an avid, passionate lover. His turgid
maleness was stiff again. As they embraced, she murmured in his ear
"We have to talk about it eventually, darling. But not quite yet." He
began to caress her, kissing her gently, sweetly. She felt his hands
move, touching lightly on her nipples, behind her knees, her thighs,
building her excitement.

She closed her eyes as they began kissing, tongues wrapping around
each other, trying to find ways of reaching into the depths they knew
were there. She rubbed his firm muscles, his butt, his chest. She felt
dreamy and warm. She moved her knee over his hips, and his hand
floated on her bush, sensing its coarse fullness. He was a practiced,
skillful lover, and the moments passed like a ritual of passion
created.

She found his stiff member, holding its warm length, knowing how
strong its signals of want must be. Yet he calmly continued his easy
pace. Her body was responding to him, warming to his touch. But her
brain was balking. Whatever they were, this was not it. She bit his
lip, sucking and tasting the blood. His head snapped back, an angry
reaction flitting across his face before he got control back. She
pushed him to the floor and jumped on top of him, pushing her cunt to
his face.

"Whatever we are, Peter, that wasn't it. Eat my pussy, and I'll suck
your cock. Then I want you to fuck my ass. It's a virgin, and I hope
it'll hurt. I need that. Ooooh."  Before he could answer, she sunk his
thick tool all the way down her throat, and pushed her furry mound
into his mouth. She heard him gurgle as she wormed her body onto him,
feeling him jump as she swallowed around the head of his prick deep in
her airway. Then she started spasming up and down, trying to draw his
soul out. All she got was a little drop of liquid. Her tongue savored
it.

She felt his teeth scraping the hair on either side of her clit, while
his tongue licked frantically between the wet pussylips, and up to
butterfly the button tingling with the desire he had already built.
She heard him groaning, and moaned herself with the fierce pleasure
she got from this urgent intensity. Mmmm, more like it. She felt his
cock starting to vibrate. His mouth was starting to make wet smacks
between her churning thighs.

Victoria Pleasance abandoned sanity, reserve, inhibition, to her lust
for combative sex, for the primitive release that came with exertion
and pain. Somehow she knew that was what she needed. Nothing else
would do at this moment. She twisted up and buried her head in the
leather pillow, her legs spread, and wiggled her butt. "In the ass,
Peter. That hard cock up into that tight hole. Hurry, hurry." It
always seemed she couldn't wait.

He scrambled up and ran to the bathroom, and she heard a cabinet open.
Then he was back, tossing a tube on the couch near her head. A flush
shot through her as she felt his fingers worming into her bowel,
smooth and oily. He's lubricating me, she realized. And that's a
fucking vibrator. "Oh Peter, yes." The fingers buried in her were
already starting a wave of funny sensation. She felt him smearing the
stuff up and down the tender skin of her butt cheeks, and then a
gentle opening of her anus.

She groaned, thinking this wasn't too bad. It felt good. She felt more
pressure, stretching the rim, then a lash of terrific pain as she was
fully opened to his assault. "Aieeeee." He seemed to have known what
would happen. He didn't pull out, just held himself there, not moving,
as she clenched her fists."Jesus, jesus, ohhhhh" she moaned in
response to the stinging hurt. "Relax the muscles, Victoria. Just
relax."

She concentrated on that, fighting her urge to pull away, to stiffen.
And the pain started fading almost as fast as it had come. Her whole
being seemed concentrated by the first stretching, and now a warmth
started flowing from the mouth of her bowel, cascading down to her
clit, filling her abdomen. He seemed to sense that too, and began to
slide deeper. Now there was fullness, with a flood of sensation of his
turgid, bloated member inside her. Every movement was clear and new,
much easier to feel than in her cunt.

He got to full penetration quickly, it seemed, even though it had not
been sudden. There were still tiny pangs with each movement, but it
was now feeding her lust, and she turned from fearful caution to
wanton frenzy. "You're all the way in, aren't you. Wow, wow, aaaaaah."
Her hips began to move back to him, and he responded with a slow
retraction. Again some pain, but now it felt welcome, a part of a
rising tide of pleasure.

He fucked back in, not so gently this time, and she helped by humping
her hips backwards. She felt it, the whole thing, his flesh, hardened
with blood, hurting, fucking, wonderful. "Peter, oh Peter." Pain and
pleasure. Soaring ecstacy. "It's good, it's good. Go darling go, fuck
my virgin ass." He pulled almost all the way out, and plunged brutally
back, seeming to join her urge for raw, savage sensation. She humped
back to the thrust, and they started a rhythmic fucking together. Her
intestine seemed to welcome each new stroke, and the waves of
excitement began to dominate her.

Just as she felt herself really embracing the animal wonder of it, she
felt empty. "Peter, don't stop. What....." He lifted her easily up
onto the couch on her back, his hands pushing her knees backwards. Now
they could see each other, and she felt his prick again open her
asshole. It hurt much less, and he didn't pause, but leaned firmly
into her, driving home. She squealed with the return of his wonderful
tube. "It's neat, do you like it, oh I'm getting wrecked, reamed,
yeeeeesssss."

He was on his knees and their eyes locked, an evil grin showing his
enjoyment. She saw the vibrator in his hand. His hips were humping in
and out as she keened and writhed, the experience rewarding her
curiosity. But there was no pressure on her clitty. She realized what
the vibrator was for, and leered at him. "My rapist, my assasin. Yes,
yes, do it." He reached for her hand, and together they plunged the
plastic tube inside her wet pussy.

It opened her, caused her pain, pushed tremors of goodness into her
groin, filled her completely and more. His cock was still thrusting,
and now her hand found a little button, and she pushed it. Waves of
higher sensation pulsed as the toy buzzed. From a pleasant, euphoric
floating she seemed to rocket upwards in her passion, now feeling that
mindless need mixed with the strange yet driving fullness in her
bottom. His face was almost snarling, tense with sexual effort, but
his hips pistoned smoothly, as his hand caressed hers on the vibrator.
She buzzed again.

"Peter, lover, rapist, oooooooh, yeeeeeess. Quick darling, are you
there? Get me ohhhhhh." She felt completion coming like a precipice of
ecstacy, and saw his lips pull into a leering grin, and his eyes lid
over. The thundering cock sped up, tearing her, throwing a mixture of
pain, stinging enjoyment, and closing orgasm into the sense of being
stuffed like an animal.

She buzzed the artificial cock in her swampy slit, her clit seemed to
burst like a full balloon, and climax overtook her. "What a feeling,
Cummmmmmmming, aaaagh, oh yes." She let go the vibrator and raised
both arms and legs upward, her body writhing, groaning with rapture.
She couldn't stop wiggling, even as he froze, and she felt her bowel
fill. He was shooting, that hot spunk deep inside her, and the power
of her fulfillment made her mind go blank. Her arms and legs
collapsed, and all she could do was moan.

In her stupor, she felt his body press to her, the plastic cock slip
out, and she kept a little of his tool in her by pulling her legs up
against her chest. His firm, muscular body pressed to her. His mouth
found hers. It seemed far away, yet welcome. How could something so
good be wrong, she wondered, but as the rush eased, the worry about
the seeming perversity of their coupling returned. She felt his cock
slip out of her asshole, and liquid drained onto the couch. "Oh Peter,
I'm making a mess."

His head raised, and they began to giggle, the wonder at their
pleasure and the surprise of it absurd in the calm descending on them.
Two mature adults fucking like brutal rabbits. Yet tremors of their
lovemaking kept returning fitfully, reminding them that it was true.
She shivered. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, and
they cuddled under the sheets, both still breathing heavily. "Stay
with me, Victoria. This is not to be believed." He used funny phrases
like that occasionally, she supposed implying some foreign language
syntax.

Connie was home with Debbie. It was a little past midnight. There was
time. Vicky opened her mind, and began to spill out the feelings she
couldn't deal with, starting with the first guy who attacked her, and
finishing with the effect he seemed to have on her tonight, becoming a
wild thing when she had been sedate all her life. When she finished,
he admitted the power their meetings had to overpower his lifelong
calm. "As though you draw me in, Victoria. It's different for me, your
beauty gives you such a hold on me."

She echoed his thought. "I feel like two people, lover. One shy and on
a first date, the other a prisoner of our sexual impulses. I see you
so handsome, so confident, yet wild with me. Joining this thrill in
hurting myself, others." She felt tears start. "It scares me. But it's
so wonderful." He held her tightly. "We've opened something in
ourselves, Peter. It must have limits, we're not crazy. But I haven't
found mine yet, have you?" "No, I suppose not, Victoria, my darling.
But I fear losing you." She smiled at him.


Chapter Five


"Jesus, he's a fucking dream come true, Vic. How the hell did you find
him?" "You wouldn't believe it, Con." They were getting plates of ice
cream ready, while Peter and Debbie chatted in the dining room. The
evening had been tense for Vicky, but Peter had seemed his usual
relaxed, calm self. "Suave and sexy at the same time. I think he must
be rich, too. All that about Hong Kong and the Chinese takeover. Wow."
Connie had dressed in a very sexy way, the old competition with her
older sister reasserting itself in her new freedom. Vicky felt
surrounded by lovers. She felt confusing tension.

"Jimmy likes it a lot, Peter. He says it settles his mind. And keeps
him in shape in the winter." "There are many layers, Deborah. It is a
mental discipline, but becomes more eventually. Centuries ago only
religious men were permitted to learn the arts. In today's world, it
is becoming something new. I'm really not sure what." Connie put a
plate in front of him, carelessly brushing his shoulder with her
chest. "Well, I think it's smelly and weird, Peter. But Vicky sure is
good at it."

"So is Peter, Con. He makes me look like an amateur." He grinned at
her. "Victoria. Tch tch." She laughed. At some level, they were still
getting to know each other. He had a wry, very subtle sense of humor.
He had been egging Connie on gently the whole evening, glancing at
Vicky as he did it. It was funny, she felt no jealousy. They had
become so certain of the powerful animal attraction between them that
flirting was just a game. He did it more than she did, but the several
dates they had had since that first evening had always played out the
same way.

They would have a normal, pleasant time, then go back to his apartment
or the dojo and explore their violent impulses. They played with the
vibrator, both using it as they fucked. They pretended angry, furious
rape. They had tried bondage, but neither enjoyed it. Often, their
first act of the evening would be like that, savage and strange. Then
he would do his tender, long lasting stimulation of her, and she found
herself wanting both aspects of their bodies' desire.

He enjoyed his wealth, the fawning in restaurants, the easy tickets to
whatever they wanted. Debbie and Connie were getting used to her
staying with him all night, and she had new clothes at his apartment
now. That first time she had come home on Sunday morning, Debbie had
revealed her already active sexlife, and Vicky had felt a strange
surge of happiness. Better to find out early than endure this
ambivalent confusion she felt. Peter kept telling her she was evolving
in her mind. She supposed he was right.

This evening was the first meeting with Debbie, and her daughter was
as taken as Connie. "Can Jimmy come over after dinner, Mom? He wants
to meet a real master." Vicky felt her life spinning out of control.
She and Connie made wild lesbian love often, even as Connie attended
counseling with Steven. "He's just bullshitting, Vic. He's afraid of
what it'll cost him." Steven had stayed away from the house.

Two nights ago, at three in the morning, she had called him. "Peter, I
need you. Now. Please, come get me." They hadn't even made it to the
park. She had writhed on top of him in the passenger seat, their heat
fogging the windows, her wanton desire fueling his fury. Cumming
twice. Scratching his shoulders through his silk shirt. And still he
came back, never tiring. Part of her kept thinking he would get
disgusted with her rampant appetite.

Her reverie was interrupted by a sharp banging at the door. "Debbie,
Debbie." It was Jimmy. When her daughter threw open the door, Jimmy
lurched in, his face bloody, his shirt torn. "Bastards. Lock it, babe.
They're right behind me." Vicky ran over behind her daughter and saw
six big young men running down the street toward them. She helped pull
Jimmy inside, but held the door open, looking over her shoulder at
Peter.

He had enjoyed the dinner. "Both of us had a hand in it" Victoria had
said. Her sister was what she appeared, a soft, sexy beauty. Fun to
flirt with. Her daughter was a blonde version of her mother, big tits
and trim. Bright eyes that reminded him of Victoria's passion. He felt
heat for them both. Ever since meeting his amazon, his mind freely
surfaced feelings he had always repressed. He could still maintain his
exterior placidness, but his mental life had assumed a freedom totally
new to his experience.

And Victoria never disappointed him. They were completely candid now
with each other. He knew about her sexual relationship with Constance.
He seemed to thrive on the auburn haired vixen's rampaging lust. She
relaxed more, let her beauty and gorgeous body show easily, yet
maintained that reserve in public. But she was his wanton master in
the long nights they spent together. In spite of strange, sometimes
vicious acts, they kept getting closer. He could no longer even
imagine life without her.

He saw her look of excitement when the kid came stumbling in the
house. Another battle. How they both loved this. No thought of trying
to find a peaceful resolution. Rising excitement. He rose to join her,
stripping off his jacket as she pushed down her tight skirt. The black
thong panties he loved, so sensual he had bought her a dozen pairs. So
he could rip them off. He felt himself harden as they went out on the
lawn to face the guys racing toward them.

They were big, and the need for caution was obvious. A couple of them
showed some blood, so Debbie's boyfriend must have landed some blows.
They carefully stayed defensive as the strong men attacked, vulnerable
to well aimed kicks in their stomachs. After a few minutes they all
had lost oxygen, and he and Victoria started in, chopping and
inflicting pain. He loved his glimpses of her strained body, bouncing
tits under her tee shirt, groin flexing sexily. The fierce pleasure on
her face as they landed debilitating kicks and fists.

As though in silent consultation, they stretched the fight out. No
quick knockouts. Easy wounding, hurting but not eliminating the
ability to keep erect. Reveling in their exertion. Smiling now,
enjoying it as always. Hearing the groans of pain. Grinding their
victims slowly to bruised, bloody heaps of defeated flesh. Catching
each other's eyes occasionally, sharing their excitement.

The now beaten kids staggered away one by one, limping and wailing.
Some neighbors had come out to watch. Finally the last crept away, and
as he and Victoria touched shoulders watching, lust bloomed with its
familiar call. As they turned and went back into the house, Constance
was standing there. She must have watched the whole thing, and her
eyes had the same wild desire, the rampaging need for gratification.
"Debbie's in the kitchen with Jimmy. Please, please, let's all go
upstairs."

He looked at Victoria, and saw assent, and eager anticipation.
Constance ran ahead of them, pulling the zipper of her dress down
frantically. He put his arm around Victoria, feeling her damp flesh so
firm to his touch. They were both a little breathless, but he noticed
her hips swinging blatantly, her way of showing her want. His prick
was stiff as a board.

Vicky was soaring. God it felt great, alive and stimulating, the
little nicks stinging pleasantly. And now they could use Connie in
their triumph, watch her writhing softness respond along with each
other, taste her cream, luxuriate in her admiration and completion.
She watched her sister stripping off the thin bra, full round boobs
jiggling out on her chest, groaning. Peter was flushed and his pants
were tented. She pulled off the tee shirt, watching his eyes widen as
her  braless globes of succulent titflesh lept into sight.

Her nipples were already hard, tingling even as Connie threw herself
to the bed, legs splayed. Vicky fell beside her, rubbing the light
brown bush with her open hand, laughing throatly as the wide hips
humped to the pressure. Connie hadn't even worn panties tonight. Just
as she got two fingers buried deep in the blonde pussy, wiggling to
stimulate all the nerves in there, Peter flopped down on the other
side, sandwiching the younger sister.

He concentrated on Connie's tits. Vicky could see his hot eyes, a
familiar sight when he caressed her own globes. He loved tits. "Con,
tickle me, my pussy honey." She felt the response, a hand slipping
familiarly under the black thong, inside her already foaming tunnel,
knowledgably stimulating her clitty, kneading the g spot. Peter was
sucking on the firm pillows of tender flesh writhing to his lips'
touch. Vicky lowered her mouth to Connie's, her tongue darting out.

The three wormed slowly together, hot skin seeking contact in this
sensuous package, the smell of vaginal cream creating a musky odor
that overcame them all. For minutes, they kept writhing, the pressure
increasing, and with it the heated tingling of the two women. But in
Vicky's keening mind, there was Peter needing release. It had to be
fast, as always following their victories.

"Peter, I'll get on top of Con. Fuck both our cunts, darling. Get us
both off." His head came up, a look of passionate delight showing.
What a woman. Pulling her panties off, she rolled atop her sister, as
he scrambled to the bottom of the bed, and on his knees, slammed his
stiff prick deep into the blonde. It was as smooth and wet as Vicky's.
Connie squealed with the penetration, gasping out "Oh yes, fuck my
tight pussy Peter. Oh what a man, mmmmph." Vicky was rubbing the
blonde bush with her own pubic bone, and closed Connie's mouth with a
fiery kiss.

Then Vicky felt him sink into her own box, and Connie humped up to
bump her love button. She felt his groin make contact with her ass
cheeks, and the tickle of his cock hair combined with her mind's
euphoria to bring her up to the wide, sensual plateau of near
completion. As he stroked viciously, the two women rubbed their boobs
against each other. He changed again, and then again. The two sisters
moaned with the alternation and dazzling stimulation.

Con would groan when he left her, and each time he returned, would
gasp harder. She was very excited, and her hips were in constant
motion. Then her face began a rapturous grimacing. "Vic, Vic, my
pussy's empty, oh there, he's back, oh yeeeeeeeees." Connie's hips
went out of control now, wiggling and fucking, banging against her
sister's slit as Peter's cock got her home. "Cummmmmmmmmmm."

He stroked into the orgasming woman, helping her soar in fulfillment.
As her cries eased, Vicky felt his chest on her back, and again his
magnificent tool filled her. "My darling amazon, my whore, cum for me,
take my essence in your sweet body." She wiggled frantically with her
eyes closed, trying to help his cock pummel her, to increase the depth
of his thrusts. Connie was gasping into her mouth, and his fucking
sped up as she sensed his swelling member's excitement.

Her cum hit like a train, and the intensity of it made her rise,
pushing back against him harder. His head buried in her hair, with his
lips fastened to her neck, sucking hard. "Unnnnnh" she groaned as
waves of sensation coursed through her. She felt his hands over her
breasts, and covered them with her own, as they swayed above Connie's
still prone voluptuousness. His cock was still moving, until she heard
a little grunt, and he froze. Then she felt his hot jism in her
contracting cunt, pouring in.

She let go his hands at her chest, and wrapped her fingers in his
hair, rising to a vertical position, and pulling his lips even more
firmly to her tender, pulsating neck. "Mark me, lover. Brand me." She
felt his mouth giving her a hickey, luxuriating in its tingling
vacuum. Her body was flushing with her release, the wonderful thrills
strong and sharp. He humped again, and she felt more spunk.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Debbie was breathless with desire as she watched her mother, Aunt, and
that studly Peter getting it on so hard. She had watched the first
couple of minutes of the fight, then went out to put iodine on Jimmy's
cuts. He was sitting on a chair. She sat on his lap as she did it, and
with each jab of pain his dong hardened. She giggled as it pushed
harder and harder against her cuntlips through the white panties. "You
naughty boy. I thought you were hurt."

She felt his hands start rubbing her tits through the blouse and bra.
"You sexy cunt. Mmmm, god what boobs." Just then, they heard the front
door close, and Debbie suspected the three adults were going up to
have at it. Fights always did that to Mom. She knew her mother and
Aunt Connie were playing around, and had seen the satisfied look Mom
always had when she came home from staying overnight with Peter. He
was so sexy, cool and yet flirty. Her pussy tingled.

But Jimmy's hips were starting, and his big cock needed her attention.
He had turned out to be a really good lover, getting her off
delighfully, sometimes twice a night. He could really stay hard a long
time. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants. The big tool
lept out, head red, stiff and inviting. She loved sucking it. There
was a little drop in the slit already. "Oh you are naughty" she
whispered and licked the little drop.

"What about them, Deb? They might catch us. Shit, your Mom'd kick my
ass." "I think they'll be upstairs a while, stud. Don't worry, we can
hear them come down." She wrapped her lips around the hot, pear shaped
top of his neat prick, savoring the salty taste. It was bigger than
most, and he loved her hot mouth, and the way she deep throated it. He
said most girls couldn't. She did it now, pushing it down into her
throat, wondering what Peter's would be like.

Debbie's mind wandered as she distracted him with her skillful blow
job. Aunt Connie had answered most of her questions when they first
moved in, and she didn't hesitate to find out whether sex was as good
as some of her friends said. Even the first time, when her cherry hurt
so bad, she had gotten off at the end, and since then had developed a
lot of experience. It was tricky to get laid when she always had to be
in fairly early, but her sexy body let her entice progressively more
attractive boys. She always told them her Mom assumed nothing could
happen if she wasn't out late. "Don't get her pissed off, stud."

Jimmy was a good fuck, but not very bright. Peter's easy charm had
taught her a lot in a couple of hours about what a really attractive
man was like. Her Mom was so happy, seemed so fulfilled lately. He
must be terrific in bed. When she saw the two of them so obviously
able to overcome the six guys who beat up Jimmy, she realized that
must be part of the attraction. There had always been a sexual
overtone to Mom's fights.

She realized Jimmy was starting to groan louder. Releasing his cock,
she stood in front of him and loosened the bra without taking her
blouse off. Her nice big tits flopped out, and his eyes widened. The
nipples were already stiff. She pulled her skirt up and stripped off
the white panties, letting him see her thin, fuzzy tan bush. She
rubbed her slit, but it was already moist from the excitement of
sucking his prick.

"Wanna fuck, huh stud. Wanna get in my hot cunt. Beg, baby. Tell me
how much you want it." He started babbling "You bitch, you sexy bitch.
Sit on me Deb. Fuck my brains out. That pussy of your is so hot. I
need it bad."

Holding his heated eyes, she positioned her hips over his stiff
member, and let it open her twatlips. The first contact always sent
lovely waves of thrills into her. She sighed with delight, holding
there briefly, then slowly sunk down, letting his thick flesh enter
her. "Aaaaaaah" she breathed as the fullness started her heated
fervor. "So big, so nice."

She sucked on his mouth, tonguing him as he returned her kiss wildly.
Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, while he kneaded her boobs.
The rising passion started her mind into the hazy pleasure she loved
so much, her clitty radiating tingling sensation. "Mmmmmmm." But they
better not take too long, she thought, and squeezed her knees to
increase the pressure on his tool. Her hips started rising and
falling, and she heard his breathing start getting raspy. He was often
nice and slow, but seemed to be particularly turned on tonight. Maybe
everybody got like that with fighting, or pain.

His thick cock was terrific, punching her clit, stroking her tunnel
firmly. She felt him pinching her nipples, sending jolts into her
chest and down to her pussy. "Mmmmm, neat, neat." He broke their kiss,
and started sucking on the red nipples with a hungry mouth, and she
arched against the pressure. Time to get going, she marveled, and
whispered "Hurry, hurry."

She felt his hips start to hump up to each of her own movements, and
the speed of their fucking increased to a frantic pace, as both felt a
little nervous about the adults. By concentrating on her clit, Debbie
found herself tipping over toward a good climax, and he seemed really
excited. It was nice in the back seat of his parents' Cadillac too,
but this had a measure of danger that added spice. She felt the edge
getting nearer and nearer.

She clenched her cuntal muscles, putting more squeeze on his thrusting
cock. He jumped as she did it, and then his spasming hips lost their
smooth pace and began jerking up and freezing. Then another furious
single hump, then another. She liked the fierceness of it. She was
there, right on the edge, and kept moving on him, waiting for his dong
to start spitting. It was always nice when she could feel hot jism as
she came.

"Deb, Deb, I'm gonna fill you up. Here it comes, here
it......Ungghhh." She felt it, that warm wet heat at the top of her
box, coating her pussy's walls. She lunged down on his boner twice,
and drove herself into the abyss of pleasure she had wanted, with his
stuff spurting into her. "Unh, Unh. Me too studly. Yeahhhhhhhh." It
lasted nicely, waves of heat jumping up to flush her skin. She felt
her cunt contracting on him. But it didn't rival the passion she had
seen in her Mom. Peter must really be something.

She had kicked Jimmy out. "You've had yours for tonight, stud. It was
terrific. Now let me make sure they're okay." She wasn't exactly
surprised to see Peter boffing both women, though obviously he
concentrated on Mom. She almost ripped her clothes off and went in to
try to get some of his attention, but decided that was pushing things.
The mutual affection was too strong, though obviously they could
handle sex in a lot of ways. Better to bide her time, go through Mom.

Besides, she'd never made it with a woman, but wanted to try it. Her
mother's body was so neat when she peeped at it from the bed they
shared, so lithe and firm. Muscled so well, putting all other women
her age to shame. She had always wished she could explore that body,
wondering what a pussy other than her own felt like when it orgasmed.
But until recently, it would have offended Mom. Now, maybe not.

Aunt Connie said all the girls in their family were sexy. "Vic and
your Dad were hot as hell, Deb. You wouldn't have known. They always
acted so conservative in public." So Debbie figured she came by her
wildness naturally. As she showered before going to bed, her mind
buzzed with plans, excited about what was going on down the hall. She
decided to sleep in the nude, thinking about waking up with Mom
tomorrow morning.


Chapter Six


As she awoke, the first thing she noticed was a smell of soap. Then
she peeked over and saw the big tits outlined under a thin sheet, and
that auburn hair cascading over the pillow. Mom had slept much more
soundly since she met Peter, and her face in repose was so pretty now,
relaxed and content. Debbie wiggled over and hugged to the warm, firm
body beside her. The contact drew a little movement and a sleepy
smile. Debbie snuggled closer, and breathed in her mother's ear. She
let her pussy press lightly into the muscled hip.

Her mind was filled with the images from last night. Her stomach
tightened as she remembered the sexy position the three had been in.
Dimly, she wished she had taken advantage of the timing, sure they
would all have welcomed her in their passion. The restrictions of
teenaged life had never permitted her the chance to be involved in sex
with several partners, but she had dreamed about it, and her
excitement at seeing it live last night made her groan. She felt her
cunt start to moisten, and humped gently into her mother.

There was more movement, and a little sleepy smile. Debbie put her
hand lightly on the bare groin of her mother, feeling the firm muscles
and bare skin beneath the hem of the thin shortie that had ridden up
to her waist. Another image came back, of the gaping hard climax she
had seen in that lovely face last night. The new hairdo, the sexier
dresses, all came back to thrill the teenager, so happy that Mom had
finally returned to the passionate woman she knew had hidden behind
the pain of Dad's loss.

Her fingertips touched the mass of thick pubic hair, so much fuller
and heavier than hers. Her mind kept crying caution, even as her pussy
creamed and she felt rising desire. This was neat and sexy, the warmth
and intimacy of the bed combining with her mother's imposing strength.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." She let her index finger sneak down to the
little button surrounded by thick hair at the beginning of the puffy
slit. She thought she felt it jump.

Her mother rolled over and hugged to her. "Yes darling, I'm here.
Mommy's here." The sudden movement increased the pressure of her hand
in her mother's bush, and Debbie's mind began to seethe. She felt lips
on her cheek. "Oh Mommy, I love you." Debbie pushed two fingers inside
her mothers body, with her palm on the clitoris, imitating the way she
beat off. She turned her head and locked her lips to the moist mouth
at her cheek.

Vicky wakened slowly, coming out of a dream in which she was again
making love to Con. Her body was roiling with sensual desire. She
realized she was kissing her daughter. But in her sleepy haze, she was
not immediately shocked. It was only an extension of their love, she
was sure, another caress. She kissed with more pressure, wanting,
still filled with love, feeling heat in her groin. She heard Debbie
whisper her love. A thrill of pleasure lanced into her groin.

Then, with a start, she realized a hand was massaging her pussy,
making it damp. She jerked her head back and stared at her teenaged
child. "Oh Mommy, I saw you and Aunt Connie, I wanted to see what it
was like, I love you, please, please." Vicky felt a haze, a glow of
warmth. But this was wrong, evil. Yet she knew her daughter was
sexually active, and curious. And it did feel good, their intimacy,
the kiss, the soft hand in her cunt. Debbie rolled to her, seeking her
lips again, murmuring "Mommy, sweet Mom, my sexy Mom."

Vicky's mind spun, but the touch of their lips felt wonderful, soft
and new. Her pussy was tingling pleasantly. Love won, and she pushed
Debbie's head back down to the pillow, opening her mouth and inserting
her tongue. Debbie groaned, and her own tongue licked out to duel
erotically. Vicky's hand drifted down to the soft fur of her
daughter's little box, and was surprised to feel the clit already
stiff, and cream already flowing. Debbie humped her hips to the
caress. "Mmmmmmm, that feels so gooood, Mommy."

Their embrace grew slowly more feverish. Both mouths opened wider, and
Vicky felt Debbie's tits, amazingly firm and full, pressing into her
own. It was so good, so exciting. The nipples were stiff, and she
traced the tender young flesh. She pulled the sheet off, staring at
her daughter's voluptuous nudity.

It was her body, softer and less fit, but shapely and curved, full
breasts pillowed on a chest that narrowed to slim, sexy hips. The
pubic mound was big and puffy, with soft, downy tan hair. Long legs
whose toes were pointed with tension. So pretty, so enticing to her
mother. Vicky groaned and her face began kissing down the smooth skin
toward that lovely pussy. As she wet the little bellybutton, and
licked down the abdomen, she felt breath on her own cuntal mound, and
a tongue flick lightly on her clitty. "Oh Mommy, you're wet already.
This is so nice."

Vicky sniffed at the pouty lips of the pink membranes exposed by
Debbie's spread legs, recognizing her own odor. She rolled on top of
the writhing body of her blonde child as her mouth covered the sweet
slit waiting for her attention, and tasted the cream of the golden
reward for her years of devotion to this young teen. At the same time,
tingles of thrilling excitement came from the mouth kissing her own
slit. She lost herself in the lovely langour of this lesbian sixty
nine with Debbie.

Their mouths began a fevered sucking and tonguing. Low moans began to
fill the room, as gentle intimacy was replaced in their minds with
fervent need. The smell of their cream infused their senses. Early
morning sex was so intense, thought Vicky, so sweet and strong. Both
hips began writhing in rising desire. Mindless striving for completion
captured both sexy women.

Release came quickly in the soft light of the warm room. Debbie soared
in a wild explosion totally new to her, without a cock inside her, but
far better than masturbation. Vicky revelled in a whirling orgasm
colored by the added affection for her blooming daughter's adoration.
Their bodies stayed pressed together as climax took them into a
wonderful floating euphoria. Each mouth, driven by their long
intimacy, here in their own bed, ministered gently to the other's
pleasure.

It faded eventually, and Vicky twisted around to hug to her blonde
child and lover. They pulled the sheet back over their nakedness, and
cuddled in their afterglow. The new closeness made Debbie dare to ask
"Mommy, please, can I do it with you and Peter?" In her giddy
happiness, Vicky murmured "You little vixen, how can I say no? I saw
his eyes on you. But be careful, dear. He's mine." And as she said it,
Victoria Pleasance knew that she was committed to Peter now, and to an
exploration of sexuality she would never have dreamed of a few weeks
ago.

Peter was surprised when he got the call from the receptionist. "A
Mrs. Victoria Pleasance to see you and Jack, Pete." You and Jack? What
the hell sort of surprise did she have for him now? "Send her right
up, no on second thought, I'll come down." As he took the flight of
stairs two at a time, his mind whirled.

She looked spectacular, a pair of tight jeans, a tee shirt, and a
blazer with low heels beneath a made up face and styled hairdo. He
kissed her cheek, as she smiled at him innocently. "Surprised,
darling? I thought you would be. I want to say hello to Jack, and ask
him if he might like to go out with Connie. And I want to see where
you work, so I can picture you when we talk on the phone." He kept his
cool, but asked "You sure that's a good idea, Victoria?" He punched
the button for the elevator, but she suggested they take the stairs.

As soon as they entered the privacy of the stairwell, they kissed
passionately. He felt himself harden as he always did with her. She
smiled her evil, naughty boy grin, and humped her hips at his
stiffness. "I want to make up with him, darling. I know you trust him,
and Connie needs to date someone we can be certain will be careful,
because of the divorce." "You mean he can't make a move on her,
Victoria? Gee, I can't guarantee that, knowing Jack."

"No darling, it's because of legalities. She's not supposed to see
anyone until they get a separation agreement. But I don't have to tell
you she's horny." They both chuckled. "If he doesn't make a move,
she'll be disappointed. And you can tell him that." They both laughed
again.

It went pretty well. Jack was stiff at first, but the change in her
was clear, and she made an effort to put him at ease. He had heard
enough about Connie to know she was good looking, and when he told her
about Victoria's comments, Jack was immediately excited. "Geez, its
practically an invitation for a piece of ass, Peter. As long as I
don't run out of mouthwash. You think she's pretty sexy, huh?" He had
his head down, hiding a grin. "I don't think you'll be disappointed,
pal."

So that Saturday night, he found himself in the good Italian place he
had invested in, with both Victoria and Deborah. His brunette wore a
black, low cut gown he had bought her, that emphasized her full tits,
and hugged her wonderful body. She wore the tall heels again. Deborah
looked like a much older woman, in a red mini dress with a dark blue
scarf at the waist, and spike heels that made her almost as tall as
her mother. Her pale blonde hair was piled on top of her head. He
didn't think Victoria wore a bra.

"Can't we be alone tonight, dear?" As they had planned the stay at
home dinner Connie was making for Jack, he had whispered it to her.
"Oh, Debbie will be nice company for us darling. You'll see." She had
kissed him lightly. "You'll see."

And the sixteen year old was fun. She and her mother had an easy
intimacy that was very natural, and both flirted gently with him. She
had many of Victoria's traits, but laughed more easily, and was
unrestrained when she liked anything. "Wow, what a dish. Is that
oregano, Peter? It rocks." He felt them both touching his knees under
the table. He began to get the feeling he was being seduced. The idea
excited him.

As they left the restaurant, he asked Deborah "Shall we stop and pick
out a couple of tapes you can watch tonight? There's a store just
there." The blonde giggled, exchanging a look with her mother. "That's
okay, Peter, there's a party I can go to. But Mom said I could come
see your apartment."

As they walked toward his building, he pondered the developing
situation. The flirting sexual tension that had built up told him he
was going to have both mother and daughter tonight. Both were
gorgeous, erotic women, and his new found comfort with his sensual
urges made him anticipate the evening with delight. Debbie was a
younger, spicier version of her mother, and he knew he loved Victoria.
They had never spoken those words to each other, but he had felt,
tonight, a stronger commitment from her.

And she seemed so sure of the strength of their relationship that
giving their bodies to others, just as they gave themselves to the
fighting, did not threaten the certainty of their bond. For some time,
he had worried that one of these experiments would somehow separate
them, but lately, ever since the frantic evening with Connie, he had
realized it actually strengthened their love. But he always waited for
her to discuss these matters, his innate caution too strong to resist.
He looked over at the little blonde, and she grinned back with what
was unmistakably a leer. When he looked over at Victoria, she was
grinning too.

As they entered the apartment, the lights already dim, he busied
himself lighting some candles and opening another bottle of wine. As
he carried it out of the kitchen, Victoria stood behind Deborah, and
both were staring at him. The blonde hair was already loosened from
its pins, and framed her lovely young face. He smiled, set down the
bottle, and pulled off his jacket and tie. "Okay, ladies. I get the
idea." They all laughed throatily.

He heard the zipper of the teen's dress. "She seduced me the other
morning, Peter. The little vixen. And to my surprise, it was
terrific." Victoria slid the dress down slowly, and Deborah stepped
out of it, giggling with giddy excitement. She was wearing a see
through bra that enhanced her firm boobs, and showed dark nipples. She
had on a pair of the black thong panties. "I lent her those, darling.
They look good on her, don't you think?"

Victoria ran her hands over her daughter's lush young body. It was her
mother's without the development. Big firm tits. A trimmed, pouty
cunt. Nice long legs, lengthened by her spike heels. "She's very
horny, dear. My family all are. She wants something more than jocks
with big cocks." Her hand slipped inside the lower edge of the black
triangle in the blonde's crotch, and the movement caused a jerk of the
trim hips, and a little gape in the pretty face. Deborah's hands moved
up to her hair, as her voluptuous young body strained forward sexily,
and her eyes closed. "Mommy, oh Mommy."

The mother continued "She wants to know what a man of intellect and
character is like to be intimate with. I want her to find out, Peter.
But we both agree, you're mine. Aren't you?" He tore his eyes away
from the undulating blonde teen, and held her's. "You know that I am,
Victoria. I think you've known that since we met." In this strange
whirl they were in, she had used more endearments tonight than he
could remember before. Strangely, these weird sexual fantasys brought
her real feelings to the surface. He pulled off his shirt.

Her mother unhooked the teen's bra and as she slid it forward, cupped
her daughter's full titties to his hungry stare. "They're awfully
pretty, aren't they Peter. They're firmer than mine. And such a
handful." The tan line was only two triangles barely surrounding the
full, pouty nipples, and were phenomenally sexy against the deeply
tanned teen's chest. "And her pussy is so well developed, darling."
The thong slid downward, and the small tuft of light brown, trimmed
hair framed with a white triangle of untanned skin above the split
puffy cuntlips made his heart pound. He could already see the clitty
swelling and poking out saucily.

Debbie felt the keening in her mind, the roar in her ears, the foaming
in her pussy. Mom was parading her naughtily before her man, and he
was going with it. She had only vaguely heard the conversation, but
could see Peter was going to do her, and the thrill of anticipation
coursed in her groin. She felt her bra unsnapped, and arched out as
her titties puckered in their freedom. "Aaaah. Yesssss." Then she felt
the panties slip down, over her heels, and spread her legs slightly.
Her mother's hand returned to her furry box, and the thrills started
again.

She stretched her arms out toward Peter, grinding her pussy a little.
He came quickly to her, and picked her up like a toy, moving toward
the bedroom. She heard her mother whisper "Here, darling. Hips on the
edge." When he set her down on the smooth satin sheet, she lifted her
feet, hooking her heels on the mattress, with her legs spread,
watching their eyes. She chuckled as they both ogled her gaping cunt.

She watched as both the adults stripped quickly. His firm, muscular
body was so compact, and the brown skin was smooth and almost
hairless. Mom's fantastically fit nudity as her wriggling out of the
dress made her flex was an incredible turn on. They stared at each
other as they finally stood, arched nude bodies glorious, in pleasure
at their exposure together. Debbie groaned as she felt cream in her
box, and Peter's head sunk toward her swampy cunt. "Oh yes, Peter,
yes."

She reached back to find a pillow that supported her head so she could
watch as he leaned down, supporting himself with his arms on the
sheet, letting his mouth sink toward her writhing groin. Just before
he made contact, she saw Mom's head between his legs, taking that big
cock into her mouth. Then she squealed as his mouth surrounded her
cunt.

As she felt the suction drawing juice from her, and felt the tongue
moving firmly but slowly in her hole, then up to her clit, she groaned
with the sexy picture they all made in her fevered imagination. Her
gorgeous mother, sitting between his strong legs, sucking on the neat
cock. Her own opulent body writhing as he ate her out so expertly, so
smoothly. All she could actually see now was his eyes watching her as
she gasped with the pleasure his lips and tongue were giving her. His
movements seemed to be timed with her hips' surges, and her squeaks of
pleasure.

Debbie soared with the growing passion boiling in her groin. This man
was so much better than those high school hunks, no frantic slobbering
in her cunt, no quick jumps on top of her, but thoughful seduction
that kept her rising need tingling delightfully. Even as she felt him
sucking her little clitty between his lips, slowly drawing his tongue
across its twitching nerves, she began to know what true
sophistication was. "Oh Peter, so good, so fine. Mommy, Mommy he's
fantastic." She thought she heard an answering grunt of agreement.

She felt his hands caress up her abdomen and grip her bobbies, and
covered them with her own, trying to get him to mash her hard. As her
blood boiled hotter and hotter, she wanted brutal use of her flesh by
this elegant father/lover. He seemed to sense her increased savagery,
and she felt pinching and twisting as teeth nipped at her clitty.
"Aaagh yes, that way, hard Peter, hurt me, ohhhhhhh." She was twisting
and wiggling, starting to go out of control.

Again, he seemed to sense her surging desire, the growing, building
need, and rose to grin evilly as his cock slid up and down her sopping
wet slit. Her eyes widened with anticipation of finally feeling him
inside her, and she felt her mother's lips at her ear. At the same
moment, the mouth sucked and tongue licked, stimulating her just as
that lovely cock began sinking into her foaming box. "Aaaaaagh."
squealed the young blonde wildly into the soft candle lit room.

The turgid member began a rhythmic fucking, sliding against her
spasming cunt button as she spilled over into a floating euphoria of
nearing release and completion. Her hips began humping to his thrusts,
trying to get more and more pressure. She wrapped her legs
convulsively around his hips, and began pulling with each penetration
of her body. Then she smelled her mother's musky cream, and her eyes
snapped open to see the fat pussy sinking toward her mouth. Her tongue
licked frantically out and dove between the folds, tasting that lovely
tart juice and tickling the firm clit. She heard a delighted groan
from above her, but her mind whirled away from any rationality, and
she abandoned herself to the exciting plateau of sensation.

She fought against the urge to let herself go, wanting this sensual
fucking to go on and on forever. Her mother's pussy was pulsating
firmly at her mouth, and cream was flowing onto her cheeks as well as
into her sucking mouth. Peter stroked on and on, increasing the pace
of his hips gradually. Debbie felt her hands raking at her mother's
stomach, and hands still kneading her tits. It was too much, and she
let the wonder of it consume her.

Orgasm so powerful she could not breathe crashed from her writhing
hips all over her body, as a blush of perspiration bloomed under her
arms. As she humped, she felt a spurt of hot jism in her box, filling
her and violently spurring her cum. She was groaning against the warm,
wet flesh pressing at her face, and her legs tightened with fervor
around Peter's churning ass cheeks. She felt her tongue squeezed by
the contracting cunt spasming in her face, and realized as she heard
groans echoing dimly in her ears that they were all cumming at the
same time. The thrills rampaging in her wanton haze surpassed all her
past experience.

Debbie felt herself being gently pushed up to the head of the bed, and
Peter and her mother press to her as they all sighed with their unique
completion. "Oh Mommy, Peter, that can't be the last, can it? Didn't
you like it, oh I never had any cum like that." She was sinking into a
soft fog, only barely conscious. She heard him whisper "You were
right, Victoria. I see."

Connie was taken by surprise at her nevousness about a date with Jack.
She knew he was different than Peter, "Worlds apart" said Vic. "But
he's nice looking, and big. Just relax, dear. See how it goes." When
he rang the door, she met him before Vicky had a chance to, and shook
his hand. She had decided to dress conservatively, and had her long
black sheath on that just hinted at her curvaceous body. But she was
careful about her makeup, made sure her hair was neat and a little
sexy, and wore the spike heels that lengthened her legs.

By the time Vicky and Debbie left fifteen minutes later with Peter,
they were sitting together on the couch, talking and giggling happily,
sipping drinks. He had a cute, racy sense of humor that Connie loved
after years without much flirting in her life. He was a sharp contrast
to the sedate, calm Peter. And she thought he was very good looking,
in a rough, Irish way that was awfully attractive.

Another ten minutes later, as she chuckled over a clever, off color
remark he made about bankers' sex lives, she put a hand to his cheek.
She knew he was turned on to her, and recognized the tingling in her
own stomach caused by their nearness. "Look, Jack, I want to change.
You deserve better than this dress. Make yourself another drink,and
one for me. I won't be long." Before he could protest, she was
upstairs.

Five minutes later, she came down wearing the Fredrick's of Hollywood
number she had never tried before. It was a dark red, with a narrow
strip that looped around her neck from the waist, barely covering her
bare tits, tight around the hips. Panties would have ruined the
effect. It was slit on one side, and each step revealed her legs and a
little full hip. He called out as he heard her coming down the stairs
"Hey, babe, didn't take..... Wow." She gave him her best smile, wide
and inviting. "Like it Jack? It's a new dress. It's a turn on, don't
you think?" She thought she saw a little lurch in his pants

She walked up and pressed herself to him, letting her soft boobs and
pussy be obvious. "I don't believe in wasting time, Jack. I've had six
years of shit, and now I'm ready for some fun." She nuzzled to his
cheek, and felt his cock jump into her tummy. "Mmmm, baby." He had a
surprised yet pleased look on his face, and she swung into the
kitchen. The dining room was set already, but she brought  two plates
with the chicken breasts and vegetables to the coffee table in the
living room, and they ate quickly. He couldn't keep his eyes off her
full boobs, and the hint of her groin as she moved in the tiny dress.

A small bite of chicken fell on her thigh at one point, and she looked
down at it, then into his eyes. "Help me with that, please baby." He
grinned and sucked it up with his lips, drawing the moment out, making
it a kiss of her warm flesh. When he straightened, her eyes were
closed and she had a soft look of enjoyment lighting up her face.

She was feeling warm and dreamy by the time they finished the plates.
"There's a salad and dessert, if you want, Jack." He leaned into her
and they kissed, firmly and open mouthed. "Maybe later, Connie." His
hand slipped slowly under the dress to her tingling tittie. She sucked
in a breath at the first contact, feeling the tender nipple stiffen.
His hands were smooth and firm, and she arched her chest out to his
caress.

Their kiss quickly became fiercely passionate. He pushed away the two
strips of cloth and began kneading her breasts with abandoned energy,
pinching and pulling, and she groaned with excitement. "Mmmmm, baby"
she gurgled into his mouth. She felt one hand slide down to her naked
thigh, and her hands pulled his mouth more tightly into her own, as
their tongues dueled.

She stood up suddenly, holding his gaze as she straightened the dress.
She saw the disappointment in his face and grinned lasciviously. "I
don't want the neighbors to see, darling. I have to be careful, you
know." She twisted around and walked to the foot of the stairs,
throwing her hips from side to side, showing him most of her butt.
"Besides, the things I want to do to you are nicest in my bedroom.
C'mon up." They both almost ran up the stairs, as he ripped off his
jacket and shirt.

She was standing at the foot of the large king size bed when he
stopped in the doorway. She was pulling some pins out of her hair, and
the long blonde mass fell sexily around her gaping face. He could see
the little mound of her pubic bone outlined by the smooth satin of the
erotic frock. He heard the zipper as her hands loosened the thing, and
she pulled it quickly over her head. As she dropped it beside her, her
naked body was posed nicely, one knee turned in slightly, and a
trimmed pubic bush pouting out from her firm hips. Her titties puffed
off her chest in magnificent splendor, heavy yet lithe, not sagging at
all. He sucked in a breath.

Jack had been pleasantly surprised by how gorgeous she was, and even
more pleased by their quick and easy comfort with each other. She
liked his conversation, and made several clever ripostes to his racier
comments. By the time she changed into that fuck me dress he felt as
though he had known her a long time, and was struck by the fact that
their acceptance of getting it on made their relationship easy and
comfortable immediately. He had never felt so relaxed with any woman,
no matter how long he had known them.

As he stared at her voluptuous body, his heart was tripping and his
prick hard. As he pushed down his pants, she ogled his member, and
breathed as it jumped up toward her "Ooooh, it's a big one. Oh boy."
What a sexy woman, he marveled.

She wriggled backwards on the bed, never taking her eyes off him as he
hurried to her. "C'mon stud. Let me suck that monster." As he lay down
beside her, her hand wrapped around his cock and she rolled to it, her
hair tickling his stomach. He pushed it away so he could see her lips
purse around the tingling head of his jumping tool. He felt her tongue
lick the damp slit, then felt suction as she closed her mouth around
it.

Her warm lips sunk easily down, but she couldn't quite swallow all of
his thick maleness. Then she began surging up and down, making him
tingle and moan. He felt more pre cum leaking out, and her tongue
licking it off the tiny slit. His hips started to undulate. As he
stared down, her eyes met his, and he was entranced by the smile of
enjoyment he saw from her stretched lips. She's a goddamn wet dream,
he thought.

He felt a finger poke into his ass hole, and probe up to his prostate.
As she tickled it, the jump he gave in response made her giggle
throatily, and he humped at her wildly. She let her head arch up, and
her laugh of wild abandon and joy filled him with need. But she cocked
her head at him, and murmured "Not yet, darling." With that, she
spread eagled herself beside him, offering her slit to him. He groaned
as he sunk his mouth into her wet box.

As he fed hungrily in her foaming pussy, he heard her growling with
deep, urgent desire, and felt her writhing hips trying to increase the
pressure of his lips and tongue. He nuzzled and shook his head, trying
to savagely maraud her, and she responded with more vigorous movement,
groaning "Yes, yes, eat my hot cunt, baby." He felt his intense
response to her freely expressed need. And she liked tough stuff, he
realized as he started to nip lightly at her sizzling twat with his
teeth. She yiped at his first bite, then moaned again, and urged him
on with a hissed "Yessss."

He kept at it slavishly, savoring the rich tart taste of her furry
pussy. He nipped at the cuntlips, the clitty, even the thick tan hair
just above her slit, and each bite made her gasp with pleasure, and
she kept surging to him. Then suddenly, her movements became
spasmodic, and he felt her velvet flesh contractiing on his tongue in
her hole, and he realized she was cumming.

He watched her roll and grind in her throes of fulfillment, and she
was gloriously wanton and sexy. "Oh baby, baby, yeahhhhhhh." He kept
tonguing, trying to give her as big a thrill as he could, wanting to
please her desperately. She urged him on with low, feral groans.

When she finally came to a stop, he straightened, and began rubbing
his cockhead up and down her slit. She held his gaze with greedy eyes,
and whispered to him "Yeah stud, fuck me now, oooooh sink that big
thing inside my hot pussy." She humped up as he penetrated, and while
he had intended a slow entry, found himself violently buried in this
steaming harlot. "Aaaagh, what a cock, ummm get me, big boy, get
meeeee." She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth down to hers with
urgent haste, and her tongue was fucking wildly inside his lips.

Even if he could have, there was no need for anything but frantic
plunging of his tingling dong in and out of her writhing cunt. She was
gasping loudly, mumbling "Yes, yes, yes." in time with his strokes,
and he heaved with all his might as her legs wrapped around his and
amplified his thrusts. It was violent and throbbing sex, primitive and
wild. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and they fucked
together with mindless savagery.

They soared on, and he felt her cunt spasming around him, and realized
she was close to cumming again. God what a sexy woman, he marveled
once more. As her second orgasm hit, he pummeled her firmly, holding
off with the barest margin of control as her face contorted and she
gasped "Cummmmm, oh Jack you wonderful fucker, oh christ." He raised
up to his knees watching her completion, an evil grin on his face.
"Babe, babe, let me finish in your ass." It was one of his favorite
things, and rare to find a woman who would go with it. But she
returned his leer and reached down to pull his wet cock out of her
foaming pussy, and spread her butt cheeks. "Go for it, stud. I like
your thinking."

He pushed at the tight, puckered rim she opened to him with her legs
raised and spread, and sunk in slowly, trying to be gentle. She
squeezed her eyes closed, biting her lip, but her ass bucked up to him
and drove him deeper. "Oh god, hurt me, hurt me baby. Yeahh." He fell
on top of her, his tingling dong flaming with excitement, and bottomed
completely, eight thick inches buried in her tight bowel. She screamed
in pain and pleasure. He could see perverse enjoyment in her lovely
face.

He stroked once, twice, then another rampaging thrust, and felt the
pressure out of his balls. "Gonna cum, babe. Gonna fill your ass up."
She grinned, gasped, and mumbled "Do it lover, do it. I'm still high
with that last... Oh yeah, there it is, I feel it, ooooooowww." He was
spurting forcefully, spunk shooting into her rear, and as he pulled
out and sunk back, leaked the white goo down her butt crack. Their
mouths joined as he humped with the wild climax roaring in his groin.

He felt her hand between them diddling her clitty, and she was moaning
again in what seemed to be her third cum. "Jack, Jack, baby, what a
cock, oh yeahhhh."  He felt her writhe up to him one more time, then
collapse, her legs leaving his hips, and her arms spread wide on the
sheet. Her eyes were rolling, as she moaned in awe at the tremors of
release coursing through her.

Ten minutes later, as they cuddled silently, both amazed at the glory
of their bodies' fit, she asked him if he wanted dessert and coffee.
"Just more of you, babe." She raised on an elbow, eyes wide, and asked
"You can do it? After that?" He just grinned, and she hugged back to
him, whispering "Mmmm, just call me, darling. Anytime, anywhere. I
could make that a habit."

As his mind went over the last hour, he recognized a feeling of
closeness to this wild blonde he had never felt before, much less on a
first date. Thank god he had listened  to that sexy Vicky. "Hey babe,
why is your divorce taking so long?" She hunched up and kissed him,
breathing hard into his mouth, reaching for his already stiffening
dong. "The bastard is trying to save a few bucks, Jack. I don't like
giving in just on principle." He stared at her smiling beauty, feeling
his stomach surge with desire, and offered "Let me help you, Connie. I
want all your attention while we get to know each other, and no
sneaking around shit."

Her grin widened. As she held his eyes, she whispered "Yeah, I feel it
too, baby. I think I've met the man and the cock of my dreams. We can
talk about it tomorrow." She surged into him, groaning with ardent
need.

They had lolled together for half an hour. Then Peter got up and
brought three glasses of wine in. "Can she have a drink, Victoria?"
They all chuckled as Debbie took the initiative of throwing the sheet
away from the two of them, and they both posed flagrantly as he handed
them the glasses. He took a sip of his, and then spilled a little on
both sets of tits. Vicky laughed as he began to lick the wet flesh of
the delightful globes. "He loves tits, Deb. Look at the way he works
at them. Feels good, huh." Debbie was already starting to breathe
hard.

Mother and daughter began to kiss languidly as Peter stimulated their
breasts, and the wine was mixed with the strong smells of their
bodies, mostly the musky scent of their pussy cream. "Can he get it up
again, Mom?" "More than once, if he has to. We'll have to see, with
both of us to take care of."

Their kisses gradually became more passionate, until Debbie, gasping
with  desire whispered "Won't he mind, Mom. Geez." Vicky laughed.
"He's a sexy guy, Deb. You'd be surprised, sometimes we fuck like
rabbits. Isn't that so, darling." Peter lifted his head from Debbie's
stiff nipple, and murmured "Number one son very horny."

He ended up on his back, sucking Debbie's fragrant young pussy as
Vicky rode his tool. He was able to reach around her soft teenage butt
to pummel her tits, and Victoria covered his hands with her own. The
teen added a free, uninhibited dimension to their already rampaging
desire. They were a sensuous, lovely triangle, and he wondered if he
could ever get enough of this wild, perverse pleasure. With the
urgency of the first experience gone, he lasted through a long,
glorious completion of incredible sweetness and sensuality.

Later that night, as Debbie snored gently beside them, she kissed
Peter with as much affection as passion. "I love you, Peter. I can't
live without you now." His heart surged. "Darling, darling Victoria.
You know I am devoted to you. Please, come to live with me, let me
care for you, and Debbie." They both giggled like children. "We can
marry, Victoria. Anytime you want."

She took a deep breath. "I feel we should be a little cautious,
dearest. We've only known each other a few weeks. But I think our
destiny is together. We must settle down, let Debbie find her own
level with us, learn more about each other. But we can be engaged if
you wish." She laughed as she added "She is a sexy little thing, isn't
she. And so willing to try new things." He could barely see her face
grinning at him in the dark. "I have another idea, too."


Epilogue


"Hey sarge. Whas happening?" Mayo looked up to see Spoons, the street
gang leader he had put away twice, poking his head around his office
door. "Jesus, Spoons, what happened to you? You look like hell."

"Thas why ah came in, sarge. These fuckers beat the shit out of me and
my boys. An we wasn't doin nothin. Jus a little grabass, y'know. Ah
wants to prefer charges." Mayo suppressed a smile. That'd be the day,
Spoons swearing out a complaint against someone else. "Okay, babe,
what happened?"

"Dis little blonde, she's twitchin around, y'know, so me and the boys
we jus nacherally paid some attention, and den dese motherfuckers in
black tights come up and jus, y'know, fur no reason, beat the shit out
of us. They used that kung fu shit, like. The blonde, she wuz in on
it, cause they all walked away nuzzlin each other, like. See, we wuz
intrapped." Mayo sighed. "How many were there, Spoons?"

"Jus duh two of em, but they was tough suckers, y'know. We never had a
chance." "How many of your boys were there, tough guy?" Spoons looked
sheepish. "Uh, dey was eight of us, but Buddy, he ain't been himself
lately, y'know, so really it wuz ony seven." Mayo smiled at the tall
man. "So you want to swear out a complaint that two ninjas were taking
advantage of you and your gang, huh. Whaddya think the Blues'll say
'bout that?" The Blues were a rival gang.

"Ah shit,sarge, how dey gonna know?" Mayo was having trouble keeping a
straight face. "It gets published in the paper, Spoons. Regional
section, third page. And that heeb lawyer of theirs reads it every
day." Spoons thought about that for several moments. "Ah well shit.
Dat wouldn't be good, dem fuckers hearing about it. Leave it go, den.
Ah'll see you around."

As soon as Mayo saw the elevator doors close, he burst out laughing,
just as his partner came in. "What was that, Stretch." "Spoons got his
ass kicked by some ninjas. Wanted to prefer charges." They both
laughed wildly. "Same fucking MO from that butt kicking those latino's
got downtown. Little blonde and everything. And I saw something from
over at the sixteenth that sounded like the same thing. Somebody's
gone to war with the bad guys. Hope they keep it up."

At the airport, a sexy teenaged blonde in a tight miniskirt boarded a
plane with a handsome couple who looked like her parents. They all had
happy smiles. The stewardess asked "Did you have a nice visit to our
fair city?" The blonde giggled, and the auburn haired woman who looked
so fit answered "Mmmm, very nice, thanks." The three were laughing as
they took seats together in first class. The stew shook her head. What
was that all about, she wondered.





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