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Ann's Revenge
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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 areola. 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 compitition 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 tormentor at college, but
she would not tell me the woman's name.
Finally, I cought 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 togeather. 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 trashing. 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 fantacy come true!
Rebecca Clark was 29, dark haired 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 streaching. I moved deeper and she
was moaning. I filled her and then streached her more. She
yelped but other than to extend her arc, she did not
hesitate to bring me deeper still into her. Her orgasim
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 continously,
crying out and sceaming to be completed. She came
thunderously the third time and my orgasim made her arch
again.
Becky dropped into a deep sleep and I took her panties to
the stud stall where I kept some canned sent 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
snifing 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
unconsious. 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 sceamed loader and he trust deeper,
streaching 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 swollowing and he came again,
trusting deeep into her throat. His juices filled her
mouth and flowed down her chin, over her body.
Everything hurt. What Sam had not streached, 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. She arched and he moved to her pussy. 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 camer 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 enama bag, I dushed her several
times. She was bleeding from scrapes in her vagina but had
no major tears. I loaded the enama bag with a strong
astringint 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 reeached 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.
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