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Just Desserts
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Just Desserts by RAMAPO
My married life with Anna was, well, uneventful. I had
married her and been faithful through the years, but, I always
suspected that she might have other feelings. I traveled a lot over
the years on business, and always made a point of calling, writing,
and sending flowers while away to ease the separation. She
always seemed glad I was home again.
Our sex life was perfunctory. Infrequent and uninspired. On
occasion, I would buy an erotic book in an airport bookstore while
away, but, given my faithful bent, I never seriously considered
prostitutes, or having an affair. I just accepted things as they were.
One weekend, Anna and I planned to drive to another state
several states over and pick up an antique chest she had located. I
cleaned out our pickup truck, threw in some blankets, ropes, and
tarps and filled it up with gas. But, in the morning, Anna felt sick
and I was going to call off the trip until the following weekend. She
insisted that I go, as she didn't think the lady would hold it another
week. She gave me a sealed envelope with the cash and a set of
instructions on how to get to the farm. It was very detailed and it
was clear I was going to be very far off the beaten track by nightfall.
The drive was uneventful, and the directions easy to follow.
And I noted as I headed deeper and deeper into the hills that I was
seeing less and less evidence of civilization. The final roads were
dirt. After many meandering miles, I came to the path off the road
that had a small sign out front saying "Antiques". I went up the path
into the woods and drove for over five miles, before emerging at
dusk at a small farm on the top of this lonely outpost of a hill. Next
to the woods on one side stood a very small, two story farmhouse.
There were several outbuildings in the rear.
I pulled up out front and slowly opened the door and got out.
I saw no evidence of vehicles, or people. After surveying the area
again, listening for movement, I went around the front of the truck
and started for the porch. That's when a woman's stern voice said,
very clearly, "That's quite far enough. State your business."
"Hello. I'm Jeff Billingham. I think you spoke to my wife
Anna about a chest. I'm here to pay you and pick it up." The
dropping sun was directly in my eyes and I could just make out a
figure in the shadows of the porch.
"It's in the barn. Let's see the cash."
I held up the envelope and she told me to put it on the porch
step and go back to the truck. I did and waited. Finally, a tall,
woman clad in a tight denim jacket and tight jeans stepped into the
light and, glancing at me, picked up the envelope and stepped
back.
Two things struck me immediately. The face so briefly
shown me was quite strikingly beautiful. The other was the rifle
hanging from one hand. I didn't blame her, out here so far from the
world.
I heard a sigh and thought I heard her say in a low voice,
"Finally." But in a stronger voice, she said, "It's in the back of the
barn behind the house. Don't take the truck back there, it's too
muddy. You'll have to put the chest on a wagon and pull it around
here."
I walked slowly around the house and went to the barn. You
couldn't help finding the chest. It was in the back, covered with
junk, but in good shape overall. But getting it out was hard work
and it was almost dark before I got it lashed to the truck and said
my departure. I know the woman watched my movements from the
shadows the entire time I worked. The rifle made me nervous. I
tried to be sure I didn't do anything that might scare or startle her.
"Would you like a drink of water before you go?" I certainly
did, and wanted to relieve myself, but thought I'd go later along the
road, if necessary.
"Yes, thank you."
I approached the porch and a hand reached out and handed
my a big tin cup full of cold water. I drank and turned to go.
"Jeff, you thank Anna for me."
I turned. She was invisible. "I will. I hope I didn't scare you.
I don't blame you for being very cautious up here. Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight. Close the gate at the end of the road."
"I won't forget."
But, I never got the chance. A half mile down the dark lane,
the motor quit and I was stuck. After considering the alternatives, I
walked back, and stopping well short of the house, loudly
announced my presence.
"What do you want?"
I explained my problem.
They had no phone or car I could borrow.
Could I wait at the house till morning to walk out and get
help?
There was a long silence.
"I will not let you sleep in the house."
"Can I sleep on your porch? It's just for the night. I won't try
to come near you."
"The porch? Come closer. I want to see your face."
I walked to about ten feet away. The moon was up and I
could make her out as a tall shadow on the edge of the porch.
"Have you eaten dinner?"
"No, but that's not..."
"You will eat."
I was silent.
"If you stay, there will be some rules." She stepped forward
and stepped down on the porch step. I could see that now she had
a pistol in her hand. It was pointed at me."
"Listen, if it would be easier if I went back to the truck, that's
OK with..."
"Shut up. The bears would have you before midnight. The
woods are full of them this year. You will stay here. On the porch."
"Fine." But it didn't make any sense if there were bears in
the woods....
"If you make any attempt to enter the house, I will shoot
you."
I was listening, but was beginning to make out the outfit she
was in. Her hair was pulled tightly back and it was shinily slick in
the moonlight. Her top was a black spandex material that was
barely holding her ample breasts up. They were spilling over the
sparse material and I could see the tops of very dark nipples. My
eyes were frozen for a minute, then went on. A bare midriff and
then a pair of very low cut, very short black shorts, held up with a
thick black belt. I could almost swear that there was a chain
hanging down from her belt between her legs, then, with surprise
and shock, saw that she had to have a dildo inserted deep in her
pussy and the chain was hanging from that. Her long, shapely
thighs flowed down into above the knee shiny black leather boots
with a five or six inch heal. She was stunning, and unbelievably
erotic. And, in spite of her having a gun aimed at my stomach, I
had a hard on.
She stepped down and the chain moved. I heard her give a
bit of a grunt, then she slowly strode over to about five feet from me
and stopped.
"Give me the keys to your truck."
"What."
"Don't give me any shit. The keys."
I handed them over by tossing them to her.
"Maybe I'd better just..."
"It's too late, now that I know you are out here, I want you
where I can keep an eye on you."
The chain was still swinging from the hard cock buried deep
in her and I could now see the chain was glistening with her cunt
juice. My hard-on ached.
"Take your pants off."
"What?"
"Your pants. And shorts. I want to make sure you're not
going anywhere."
I hesitated. My hard-on was pushing a tent in my jeans, but I
slowly realized I had no choice, and pulled my jeans down. I
tossed them to her.
I knew my shorts were revealing my erection. It did not go
down. The sight of her in this outfit was more than the fear of her
gun. Or maybe it WAS the fear of her gun. I eased my shorts off
and stood up.
"From the condition you are in, I see you think this is some
game?"
"No. No. I. You.."
"Well, if you get any of your filthy cum anywhere on my
porch tonight, I'll punish you in the morning, do you understand?"
I nodded. But my erection did not go away.
"Listen, lady..."
"You will address me as Miss Eliza."
"Miss Eliza, I have to pee."
"Go ahead."
"I mean, where? Is there a..."
"If you have to pee, go ahead. I will watch. Don't pee on my
boots, or you will pay the price." She reached down and ran her
finger inside along the dildo and then gave the chain a slight push.
It began to swing between her legs and then I could see the second
chain coming from the rear, attached to the front. An anal dildo! I
was increasingly turned on by this outrageous sight.
And peeing turned out to be a waiting contest. Finally, by
looking at my feet and trying to think about anything but the mess I
was in and the erotic woman before me, my hardness declined and
I peed a long stream deep into the grass. I couldn't believe I could
do this with a complete stranger, a woman, watching. I found it
exciting as well, even as I was embarrassed.
I finished and she ordered me to the porch, gathering up my
pants and shorts as I went by. The only furnishings were a long
wooden bench.
"Don't move. Sit there, in the middle."
I did and saw then the shackles and cuffs. To my surprise,
three other women came out of the door and in seconds, I was
chained to the porch post and the side of the house by chains
covered in felt, or other padded material. They made no noise
when they moved.
"I will bring you a blanket later. The other women will feed
you. Make no attempt to touch them in any way. When you are
done eating, they will take the dishes away. In the morning, you
will be freed, unharmed. Unless...."
Her voice turned cold.
"These girls are under my protection. If you touch one of
them, or have any contact with them, and I find out, I will shoot you.
I am a light sleeper. You have been warned. There will be no
exceptions."
And, while I watched, she gathered her chain up and began
to work the dildo for a few seconds. She pulled it slowly out, and I
could see it was absolutely enormous. And then, she buried the
vast tool back in her sopping pussy and slowly walked away.
My erection returned with a vengeance.
And I was chained to a porch in the middle of nowhere, with
no pants, the threat of death if I so much looked at one of these
other women, and I had a hard-on. I was amazed and excited.
And scared.
After a bit, the women came and gave me something to eat
and a drink. They all looked to be in their twenties, or maybe one
was just a bit younger, now that I had time to look a bit closer. All
were dressed in pretty ordinary clothes, but all showed the same
curves as the older woman, and they looked much the same. I
guessed they were sisters. And what sisters. Leggy, long hair,
bosomy to an extreme, long necks. Stunning.
They made no attempt to keep away from me, but I was
careful not to accidentally touch one. My hard-on stayed and I
could see them looking at it. And the more they looked, the harder
it got. I really did feel like a pervert, but I could not help it. I could
feel my pre-cum running down my balls and dripping on the bench
beneath me. I tried to cover up the wet spot so they couldn't see.
Oh, shit.
And then they left me. And the hours passed and I sat there
and listened to the owls in the forest. Inside the house, through the
thin walls, I could here voices, but I couldn't make them out, but I
tried to get the gist of the conversation. They discussed a movie
and what to put on the TV, and then, I heard the distinct sounds of
a porno film, with an almost endless stream of people calling out,
and groans, and occasionally people begging to be fucked, harder,
harder.
I had nothing else to draw my attention. I stayed hard and it
took all the willpower I had to now not to just jerk off and end my
pain. But I remembered Miss Eliza's warming about cum on the
porch, and I was already afraid about the puddle under me. I would
sleep so that it could dry, I planned.
The film ended, I guess about ten o'clock, and lights started
going out. It was a warm evening, without a breeze. The door
opened Miss Eliza brought out my blanket. Her dong was still in
place, and I could see her face was flushed from the orgasms she
must have been having. I had never seen a woman use a dildo
before in person. I had never seen a woman do ANYTHING of the
things this woman was doing.
She placed the blanket on the end of the bench, just at the
end of my reach. Her voice was husky and her breathing was
ragged. "Remember my warning. No noise. Or else." She stood
for a while looking at me. I desperately wanted to hide my leaping
penis, but she would have noticed the flood of pre-cum, so I just
looked at her and waited, hoping against hope she wouldn't notice.
I could feel the fear in my belly. And my prick got harder.
Finally, she turned and slowly left. A strong lingering sent of
her cum filled the air. I realized she had cum several times in front
of me and the cum had drained down the chain and was soaking on
the porch, filling the night air with it's erotic essence. I groaned. I
would never be able to make it to morning.
And the night passed slowly. About midnight, I must have
gone to sleep for a bit. And then, I awoke with a jerk, as a hand
closed over my penis and mouth at the same time. A husky voice
whispered in my ear.
"Make no noise. Do not open your eyes. I will not hurt you.
I will fuck you to help you with your problem."
I wanted to scream out no, but the hand remained. I was
laying flat on my back on the bench and I felt the woman straddle
me, and felt her hand working me, and her pussy was only an inch
away from my mouth. She hissed, "Eat me!"
Please don't make noise, I said to myself. Her hand moved
and she slid further forward and her pussy covered my mouth.
And, with fear choking my throat, I found myself eating her like
there would never be a tomorrow. She came and a flood poured
out, more than I could swallow. It ran down my cheeks and past
my ears, onto the bench. Then, she shifted up and back and,
without preamble, my lengthy cock was swallowed into a tight,
pulsing pussy like nothing I had ever experienced. And, to my
amazement, I found that unlike any other time when I had
experienced such deep arousal before entry, I didn't cum, but my
hips began bucking to fuck her. And the bench began banging the
porch from my thrusting. I stopped.
"No." She hissed. "Be still. I will do it."
And then, for the next forty minutes, she rode me to orgasm
after orgasm. When I lifted my hands to her sides, she was
encased in tight leather, with her breasts pushed out like cannon
shells, nipples hard as rocks. At first, she pushed my hands away,
but finally pulled them onto her and I twisted her nipples and
stroked her breasts. She shook and groaned repeatedly, but kept
on humping. Finally, in one last massive explosion, she grunted
very loudly several times and her pussy gripped my cock like a
vise, and she passed out on top of me.
Finally, she arose, kissed me and I heard the screen door
quietly close.
It was a few minutes before the door opened again slowly. I
could hear it as the hinges groaned. I knew it would be Miss Eliza
and it was all over. I was covered with the girls cum, not to mention
the puddle under my ass on the bench, and the dripping ooze from
my still semi-hard cock.
I didn't even look.
So, I wasn't quite prepared the warm mouth that closed over
my cock. I jumped and hands gripped my hips as she began to
suck. I opened my eyes and I could see a completely naked girl
kneeling by me, head bend over her task, long hair hanging down
so I couldn't see her face. And I was hard again, and my balls
ached so. I needed to cum so badly, but for some reason, wasn't.
Then, she pulled back, stood and straddled me, and again, I
was impaled in a warm, soaking wet cunt that was pulsing with lust.
As she lifted and sank, I lost all hope. My fate was now beyond my
control, and I gave into my urges and we slammed against each
other again and again. I climaxed in a wrenching spasm, but
remained hard. Soon, we were each bathed in sweat.
A hand entered my vision and I realized the third woman had
appeared. She reached out and stroked the face of the woman
above me. They looked at each other, then the new comer pulled
the bouncing face to her thrusting breast and, eyes closed, the girl
on top of me pulled the nipple deep into her mouth and I could see
her cheeks working as she sucked and tongued the rigid tip.
We were making a lot of noise by now, but I had ceased to
be aware of it. Or care. I was in the middle of the most incredible
sex I had ever experienced and couldn't stop. The air was filled
with groans, and the sloppy, sucking sounds of mouths, cock and
pussy pulling and sliding together and apart. The standing girl lifted
her leg and straddled my face and presented me with her pussy,
now dripping. I pulled her down on my mouth and she and the
other woman began to kiss and fondle each other's breasts.
How long this thrusting and frantic activity went on, I do not
know. Both women orgasmed many times, and I was building
toward another climax, something I have never done with Anne.
The bench creaked and squeaked like crazy and I was just about to
go over the edge, when a voice called out, "Girls! Get away from
that man at once! At once!"
Even the icy cold voice of Miss Eliza took several seconds
for it to register on our minds, I barely heard it, but was hurtling over
the edge into another intense orgasm when the raging pussy that
had taken me there suddenly withdrew. Beyond recall, I looked
over to see Miss Eliza looking at me, pistol aimed at my face, and I
spurted up my stomach, chest and face. The girls moved to one
side. Miss Eliza moved closer and took careful aim.
"I warned you, you low-life bastard."
And I waited for the shot. The pain. The darkness. I waited
for death. My heart was still pounding, but for me, it felt like it
stopped as I held my breath.
"Mother, NO!" one of the girls yelled. "We, we teased him.
He tried to say no. Don't do this Mother."
"No bastard takes advantage of you girls and lives."
"He might be a bastard, but don't kill him. I wasn't ALL his
fault."
There was a long silence.
"Go in the house and don't come out till I tell you."
"What are you going to do?"
"I haven't decided."
And they left, and I began to breathe, just a little.
After a very long silence, she lowered the gun slightly and
said, "You will rue the day you came here. Sit up."
As best I could, I did. And then, she had the girls come back
out, clothes on, and strip me naked. And they dressed me in a
complete outfit of women's clothes, including high heels, a wig, and
makeup.
They undid the chains and she ordered me off the porch. I
stood, just barely keeping my balance. She had been taking
pictures of me as I dressed, in various stages of dressing.
"Here are your keys. Here is one credit card. You will stop
for gas six times on the way home and pump the gas yourself. At
each gas station, you must have the attendant take a picture of you
in this outfit with their sign behind you. When you arrive home, you
will have your wife take a picture of you in your outfit, and mail the
pictures to the following address. If I do not receive a copy of the
credit card receipts and the pictures within three days, I will find out
where you work and mail the pictures to them. Now, get out of
here."
And I marched very slowly down the lane and out of sight of
the farmhouse. I could hear laughter behind me.
The gas stations were almost painless, as the attendants
hardly paid any attention to me. One young girl at one station did
comment that my wig was on a bit crooked and helped my
straighten it.
But, at home, I pulled in and to my relief, there were no
neighbors out. I walked to the front door and rang the bell. Anne
answered and was about to greet me, when her eyes widened and
then she backed up.
"Anne, it's not what you think. I can explain. But first, you
must take a picture of me. Now. Don't ask. Just do it."
She backed into the house and found a camera and took
several shots from a couple of angles. I took the camera and went
to a developer at a while-you-wait shop and got the pictures. I put
the pictures and gas receipts in an envelope and mailed them
express to the address.
And went home. Anne had packed a few things and was
standing at the front door when I got home. She handed me a note
and left. "I never would have dreamed you were a pervert. Our
marriage is over."
And she divorced me. I didn't contest it, I couldn't. She had
grabbed the negatives from the front seat of the truck and was
gone. I was left with nothing by my clothes, the truck, and my job.
My life was a mess.
EPILOG:
Anne was killed in an auto accident about two years after our
divorce. She was buried and I moved back into the house.
Ironically, she left it and all her possessions to me. The negatives
were in her safe deposit box. I destroyed them in the fireplace.
About two weeks after the burial, I was at home one
evening, and the doorbell rang. I was stunned to find Miss Eliza
on my doorstep, with the three other young women behind her.
They were all dressed in very conventional, very stylish clothes.
"Get away from me."
"Fred. We have to talk. A terrible wrong has been done
here, and I, I mean we, need to correct it."
"I'll say. Correct it by getting as far away from me as you
can. I would have you arrested if I could bear the embarrassment
later."
"Please, please let us in. We need to talk."
And, I did. I don't know why. She was the source of much
of my pain and outrage, but I let them in to the house.
"What, no gun? No boots? Want me to pee on my carpet
for you? Want me to be excited again while you threaten my life?"
She actually looked very embarrassed.
"No." Meekly. "Fred, I have a little story to tell you. Please
let me finish before you ask any questions."
She took my silence for approval to proceed.
"Long ago, in college, Anne and I were roommates." That I
had no idea about. "I was, and am, bi-sexual, and Anne was very
straight-laced, a confirmed on the record heterosexual. I was a
very open, free-swinging personality, just enjoying life and sex at a
hell-bent-for-leather pace. She could barely talk about sex, much
less do it. She hated the idea that I slept with men, and I think the
thought that I also slept with women turned her stomach."
"One night, she was home for a weekend and I invited two of
my friends, female as it turned out, over to our room and we spent
the weekend making love. Anne came back early, opened the door
and found us in a very heavy sex session. We were all too
preoccupied to notice. She got a camera from next door, and
without our knowledge, took a whole roll of film of us. They were
quite graphic. And our faces were all quite visible." Only the last
day of school senior year did she show me a set of prints. She said
that if I ever crossed her path again, she'd send them to the
newspapers and my employer's, friends, family, and ruin me. She
was a very bitter and threatened person."
"And over the years, I wondered about her and the pictures,
and kept a low profile. I am a very successful professional, with
two lovely daughters, Heather and Veronica, and an equally lovely
niece, Phyllis. I believe you, well, are more or less
on intimate terms with them."
They nodded at me and smiled. Met them would have been a gross
understatement. Having intimate carnal knowledge of them was
more like it.
"Two years ago, out of the blue, Anne called me at work. I
can tell you her call was not welcome. I knew it couldn't be
anything good. She went on at some length about her terrible
marriage. How you abused her, how you cheated on her, how you
were a totally inadequate lover that never gave her any satisfaction.
She just wanted to get something on you so terrible that you would
let her out without any trouble. Fred, she made you out to be the
worst bastard in the world."
"Her request, in a nutshell, was for me to invite you up to the
cabin somehow and then, catch you in a lot of embarrassing
photos, humiliate you, and send you home in women's clothes."
"I didn't know what to do. After her description of you, I was
afraid of you myself, but she reminded me of the pictures. Her offer
was simple. Do this and she would give me back the pictures and
the negatives and I would be off the hook. I didn't think I had a
choice. And she actually made it seem that I would be doing a
good thing in the balance."
"Mom, let me take it." It was Heather. The Heather with the
leather torso and the tight cunt. I felt my penis swell at the
memory of that tight canal.
"When Jean told me what happened, we realized that we
could never let her do this thing alone. We convinced her that she
had to let us help. So, Veronica and I plotted for months. We own
that little farm up in the middle of nowhere and we figured out a way
to get you there alone. We layed out a plan to disable the truck and
trap you for the night. Since you were supposed to be such a
bastard, we figured we'd get you all tied up and then tease you all
night, get you all turned on, then send you away all horny, in a
woman's dress. You know about that."
Phyllis jumped in, "Well, I kinda threw a monkey wrench in
the works. My Mom had always told me my Aunt was bi, and I
always wondered what that was like. Her daughters invited me up
to the farm for the month long vacation they take up there every
year. They can be a little kinky up there, by themselves. And, well,
I found it a very stimulating event. And, as we went over and over
the plan, I kept making everyone a little meaner, or a little sexier, or
the teasing a bit more erotic. We picked out each other's outfits,
planned who would do what. One thing you should know, we had a
gun aimed at you to whole time. Anne had described you as a
violent person, and we wanted to protect ourselves if anything went
wrong."
Now Veronica spoke. "You arrived and while you were
getting the dresser, I messed up the truck a bit. Nothing I couldn't
fix the next day. Anyway, you came back to the house and we
were waiting."
"Well, you know how things went." Jean continued. "But,
when I stepped off the porch to begin to try to dominate you, to get
you in our power and scare you, something snapped. I didn't
expect to want to be so mean to you. I just started to do things that
weren't in the script.
"I'll say! God, when she had you pee on the lawn, we all just
gasped. She sounded like should would have just as soon killed
you where you stood." Heather exclaimed.
"I was scared at how much hate I was feeling. I wanted to
humiliate you so much."
"Well, we were all getting pretty excited, watching you. First
of all, none of us expected that lovely cock of yours. And we
certainly didn't expect you to be excited by what was happening.
And you didn't exactly get violent, you just went along and kept
trying to do what we said without a problem. So, we had Mom
being the dominatrix from Hell, and you all turned on, and us
watching, getting turned on by the whole thing. Then we finally fed
you, and I almost jumped you right then. I was trembling."
Veronica's face was flushed.
"Anyway, I was supposed to just come out and prance
around, and push myself near you and get you excited, then leave.
But, I..., well, I came out and found you still hard and just said the
hell with it. I had you eat me until I couldn't stand it" Her Mother,
sister and cousin looked at her with raised eyebrows now, clearly
surprised "and then I just climbed on and, well, Fred, I've never had
orgasms like that in my life. When I left, it was because I was
exhausted."
"We thought she was just overdoing her part a bit. We had
stopped watching since you were all chained up, and we're waiting
in the front room. Mom had gone off, I guess to play with herself. I
had never seen her so aroused."
"You can say that again. I found myself putting in all the
most outrageous dildos and butt plugs I owned and attached chains
and it still wasn't enough. I was so aroused."
"I was next out. I played it straight. I was to just come out,
and naked, play around, maybe stroke you a couple of times. Well,
you were SO hard, and I could smell Veronica's cum all over the
place and then I knew she had screwed you. That was it for me. I
had to have some too, so I got on and it was heaven. I just kept
coming and coming. I couldn't believe you stayed hard."
Phyllis jumped in. "When Heather didn't come back in after
a while, I looked out to make sure she wasn't in trouble, and found
her having wild sex. It was such a turn on that I joined in. I never
planned that. And you were wonderful, Fred. Heather was
absolutely fucking out of her mind when I got there, and you sent
me there too."
"Well, I waited until they had been out a while. They were
supposed to come in the house and I would go out and find some
pretext to have to shoot you. They would appeal and I would give
in. Well, I came out and found you fucking my daughter and eating
my niece and both were fingering each other and kissing like they
were trying to get all the sex of a lifetime into ten minutes. In spite
of myself, I just stood and watched. It was so, so erotic. Finally,
they came and I ended it. I never expected you to cum just at that
moment. But it was perfect for our plan."
"We regrouped and we carried out the rest of the plan pretty
much as we originally figured it out."
"The pictures came a week later. We sent them to Anne and
she sent my pictures and negatives by return. As far as we were
concerned, it was over."
"Until two weeks ago. I had seen the notice in the paper
about Anne, and, I don't know why, but we all decided to go to the
funeral and see if you came. You did, and I happened to mention
to a bystander about what a bastard I heard her husband had been.
"The woman was astonished. She told me how kind, and
gentle you were, how you doted on the woman and waited on her
hand and foot. You were well respected in your church and the
town and business. And, and this is what made it believable to me.
She said that she knew you had been faithful to her, since she had
made many passes at you over the years and were always gently
turned down, and she knew of many others who would say the
same. And then, she told me that her understanding was that Anne
had left you for a WOMAN! That you must have found out she was
having a lesbian affair and you left her."
"Fred, she just used me to set you up and let her out without
any questions. I trapped you and she got what she wanted. I'm so
sorry."
I just sat. A woman. She was a lesbian all along and
couldn't face it. And I was used to get her out. She just couldn't tell
me. She was really screwed up.
I raised my head and looked around the table. "I was
terrified that night of you. You and that gun. I never saw hate like
that in anybody's eyes before. I was truly terrified."
"We know. You looked so scared."
There was a long pause. I continued, "I've never, ever
experienced anything so intense in my life. The sex was beyond
anything I could imagine. In spite of my terror, I was so aroused, I
would have done anything you asked. I just went over the edge."
"We experienced the same thing too. It was fantastic for us
as well. A bit extreme, no, way too extreme, but we have never
stopped talking about what a great lover you were. How we turned
each other on in ways we couldn't believe. How open we were with
each other. How the sex was on another level, somehow. Nothing
since has been nearly as good."
We sat in silence for a long time.
"Fred, my real name is Beth Anderson. I have more money
than I know what to do with. I've quit my job and the girls, all of
them, are coming with me to the farm and we are going to live there
together. Will you come and join us? We promise, no guns. Well,
maybe the odd whip from time to time, if you're not good." A raised
eyebrow told me that wasn't completely out of the question. "You
can leave any time you want. And you'd always be welcomed back
with open arms."
My cock was hard. I smiled. Anne would
never know how her trick had backfired. We drove
together to the farm the next day. The girls certainly
are uninhibited, and keep me on my toes. I enjoy
laying back in the gentle air and listening to the porno
movies though the wall of the house, while one of the
girls and I lay on the bench and slowly screw each
other's brains out. Maybe I did die that night, and this
is heaven.
A wild moan from Beth often brings me back to
reality and tells me that Phyllis is eating her again in
the swing inside. Not heaven, but damn close to it.
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