Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: bobbnd@aol.com (BobBND) Subject: Ann's Revenge (mff: best, f) Date: 1 Feb 1995 19:01:35 -0500 Ann's Revenge Every few weeks Ann came back to the Ranch. She was 5'10' and weighed about 115 pounds. She was slender and hard but her breasts were magnificent. Perfectly shaped to a sensitive pink nipple and areole. She was very sexual, always interested in exploring her self or me. We dropped into a routine during her visits if Samantha had not joined us for the weekend. The quiet weekends with Ann alone were in sharp contrast to the competition between Samantha and Ann when they were together. Even Sam played with Ann when they were alone. If I was around, he had to be the macho stud, but with Ann alone, he was gentle, using his tongue and nose on her mostly and nipping very little. Her breasts were his objective and she would hide them, and he would find them and tongue them and suck on them. She would hide again and he would find her and hold her gently while he licked her from ass to pussy, taking her gently as he could. I had found a spot where he couldn't see me but I could see them. Sometimes the games would go on for an hour until they just wore each other out. Sometimes the games were used to rouse Ann. Sam would find her soft sensitive spots under her breasts and lave and nip them, driving her crazy. Ann would arch and trust her breasts at him and he would nip her while she moaned and gasped. She would return to the house and jump in my bed and give herself to me furiously on these occasions. I asked often for the name of her tormenter at college, but she would not tell me the woman's name. Finally, I caught her in a position where I could exert complete control. She was on her back with her legs between mine as I eased into her. Then deep within her, I squeezed my legs together forcing her to grip my surging prick hard. She gasped and tried to get away, but I held her tightly. I repeated my question and drove deeper within her, squeezing her legs together. She screamed but shook her head no. I withdrew and started into her again with increased pressure on her legs. She screamed again and arched to me but again refused. Tears were running down her face as I entered her for the third time. She was tight all the way in and I had to twist and trust to gain access to her. She whimpered as I twisted and screamed at me as I thrust deeper into her aching puss. i was as deep inside her as I had ever been with Samantha. I could feel the entry to her womb at the end of my prick. I started to open her cervix. She screamed a name at me. As I backed off, I asked her to repeat the name or suffer the consequences. She softly said, "Rebecca Clark." Then she arched again and impaled herself on me and screamed, and then again, and again until she came hard and I could not hold back any longer and pumped my hot load into her. She sucked me dry with her tightness and thrashing. When she quieted, I asked her to tell me her fantasies about Becky Clark. Sweet Ann wanted Becky and Sam together in the stud stall so that Sam could take her in every opening she had! It would be a tall order to make that fantasy come true! Rebecca Clark was 29, blonde and built. I followed her until I knew her watering holes and then selected two, one a dance bar, to be in when she arrived. Knowing as much about her as I did, it wasn't difficult to meet her or to pick her up. The problem would be to get her to the ranch and then to the stall. Fate intervened happily for me. Becky's roommate had taken her lover into their apartment and didn't want Becky around. Becky danced with me too much that night, riding my leg and thigh and rubbing herself against me. She also drank too much, but not too, too much. She readily accepted my invitation to stay with me at the ranch until her apartment could be occupied again. This was a Thursday evening. Becky had no classes Friday or Saturday and none Sunday, so we were looking forward to a long weekend together. She slipped out of her cocktail dress as she entered the house. We hung it up carefully. Becky was wearing a camisole under the dress and little else. We went to the bed in the office. She tucked a pillow beneath her bottom to raise herself and she took me into her. I stopped then and played with her she was hot and wet but I wanted to prolong the penetration. I slipped deeper into her cunt and she moved beneath me arching and stretching. I moved deeper and she was moaning. I filled her and then stretched her more. She yelped but other than to extend her arc, she did not hesitate to bring me deeper still into her. Her orgasm started as a cry and ended as a scream. She arched and came again biting and tearing at me. I drove still deeper to the base of my shaft. She was coming continuously, crying out and screaming to be completed. She came thunderously the third time and my orgasm made her arch again. Becky dropped into a deep sleep and I took her panties to the stud stall where I kept some canned scent Sam would like and sprayed the crotch of her panties with it. It smelled musky but was not strong. I took them back to the house and slid them on her. I took one of my old shirts and put it around her shoulders and waited. Earlier, I had built additional hardware for the stud stall. The primary item was a large X-shaped structure with hand and foot grips at the ends of the X. This device was placed so that Sam could mount a woman facing him. I thought Becky would appreciate seeing him as he came for her, If I could get the game that far. I woke her during the evening, saying, "Come on sleepy head we have to feed the stock." She grumbled and half asleep threw her arms in the shirt and followed me bare-foot to the barn. I moved around the animals as she watched. I had parked her right outside Sam's stall and she watched what I was doing and then moved into Sam's stall to feed and water him. He let her dump the hay and grain into his manger and feed box, then pinned her against the manger. He was not fooling around as he laved her between the legs sniffing and snorting. He peeled her quickly out of the shirt and led her towards the stud stall by the breast. As she screamed, I faked a fall and groaned as though unconscious. Sam had Becky in the stud stall. I ran to the office and turned on the video camera. I wanted every nip in living color. He pushed her towards the X and as she backed into it dove between her legs with his tongue, destroying the panties. She arched and groaned as he moved to her breast and tongued her tits and under her breasts, then moved to her nipples and took one between his teeth. She leaned against the X and he released her tit and, using his head and nose extended her hands above her head. Becky felt the straps and clasped them as Sam nipped her from under her arm to her nipples. He had dropped. Sam, erect was almost 12 inches long and 2- 1/2 inches in diameter. He had her now and he moved over her to enter, pressing his stiff cock against her slit. Her eyes flew open and as she screamed, he entered her with the knob of his prick. Becky screamed loader and he trust deeper, stretching her beyond her limit. As he drew back, his prick was blood red. The smells of her and the blood excited him and enlarged him. As she screamed on every move he trust and drew , nipped and bit her. She arched and twisted. but she could not get away from the pushing, thrusting pain in her groin. At last he thrust deep inside her and came and she thundered an orgasm in concert, twisting, moaning, and screaming for help. No help came. Sam extracted himself from her with a pop, as she whimpered and cried. His fluids and her blood mixed to run down her legs. He moved up farther over her and as she saw what was coming she screamed again. That scream was cut off as he entered her mouth, pumping her and gagging her with every thrust. She could not take his thrust swallowing and he came again, trusting deep into her throat. His juices filled her mouth and flowed down her chin, over her body. Everything hurt. What Sam had not stretched, he had nipped or bitten. Becky bled from each of the bites he had given her as he came. She was exhausted. She could not fight any more or think any more as he loosened her grip from the bar and turned her over onto the bench in the stall. He was hard again. He pressed against her ass crack opening it to the delicate ass hole. Then he pressed farther forcing his bulb passed her sphincter. She came to out of her haze and screamed and fought against him, but Sam pressed harder. Then she felt nothing, except his weight pinning her to the bench. He trust deeply into her tortured pussy again and after several half trusts, came a little, then trotted to the door of the stall. He presented his bloody prick to her and left the stall. I turned off the video camera. I needed to have Becky reach over and take her shirt and walk from the room. After she was sure Sam wasn't coming back she sat up and I turned the camera+ a back on and held my breath. She got up and headed for the door, unsteady on her feet. As she passed out of the camera's view, I turned the camera off and went to the stud stall door. She was crumpled in a pile at my feet. I went back to the camera, grabbed the cassette and went to get her. I picked her up and carried her to the shower. I had to get her cleaned up to check for damage. The bleeding from her bites had almost stopped. While she was out of it I scrubbed them clean. They started bleeding a little but they were clean. Using an enema bag, I douched her several times. She was bleeding from scrapes in her vagina but had no major tears. I loaded the enema bag with a strong astringent and released it into her. She arched and screamed but I continued until the bag was empty. She was still pretty well out as I soaped and cleaned her. The best therapy was the hot water running over her so I kept it hot and we stayed in the running water for half an hour. She reached for me and cuddled down. After the shower, I carried her to bed, covered her and let her sleep. I slept too. The next morning, she woke swearing a blue streak. She hurt, she was stiff, and she'd been had. I agreed completely and went for breakfast. She ate well but started in again about suits and cops and the FBI. I just shook my head, "No" and handed her the control for the VHS. She looked at me, suspiciously and started the tape. There she was in all her nude glory giving herself to an animal. The tape was perfect. It made her appear to be a full participant in the acts, especially at the end as she walked away. I said, "Copies to the Dean?", "Copies to the Frats and Sororities on Campus?", "Copies to the local TV Stations?", "You might be able to claim some of it was fake, but not all." And I left her to watch the tape. When the tape was over, I came back to her room. She was sobbing softly. "What do I have to do to get the tapes", she whimpered softly. "The tapes will never be yours", I answered. "They will only be seen by me, by you, and by three girls who trusted you and were crushed by your ambition. You treated the girls like beef steak and I've treated you the same way." She stayed in bed until Sunday. She forced herself up and moving Sunday Morning. She was still unsteady, but insisted I walk her to the barn. Each step hurt. Every muscle was stiff. But she forced herself to the barn and into Sam's stall. He nuzzled her extracting a laugh, but he had had enough of her for the present. That's for the present. Becky kept forcing herself to move and by noon was able to think about getting into her cocktail dress for the trip home. I thought the borrowed sweats, she had on were a better idea. She gave in reluctantly. I helped her to the car and took her home. She had an excuse for her room mate, but not a very good one. As we pulled up to her apartment, she turned to me and said, "I want to see you again after I heal. I owe you." We met again. And she got even - a little - but that's another story.