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Revenge On The Preacher
by Honey Boy (stroker374@aol)
***
A husband whose sexually cold wife is caught having an
affair with their preacher gets severely punished. He
also fucks the preacher for revenge and uses vicious
methods to extract his enjoyment. (MMFbg, ped, nc, rp,
bi, v, bd, tor)
***
My name is Joe. My wife Teresa and I had been married
11 years. Right out of college we had two kids. Our
boys at the time I learned of my wife’s affair, were 8
and 9.
After our fifth year of marriage, something changed in
Teresa. She was cold, very frigid toward me and I tried
as I might, but she would not give me sex as she had
previously. It got so bad that she moved out of the
master bedroom to a guest bedroom. The only times I
would get pussy from her were on rare occasions despite
the begging I did and the many things I bought for her.
I work as a lawyer. Right out of school, I latched onto
a very high paying job that allowed us to buy a nice
house, nice cars and the rest. Our sons went to private
school and Teresa pretty much worked an office job
because she wanted to, not because she had to.
Because of Teresa’s ways, I wound up having affairs
with a woman here and there just to keep from going
insane. At age 32, your penis seems to have a need for
release at least once a day. Teresa and I over the past
five years had only fucked less than a dozen times.
Both my family and her family were aware of my problems
with her. But each side begged me to stay in the
marriage for the sake of the kids. I did so. And I kept
my affairs very secretive, often only having sex with
the other two women early morning on my way to work, at
lunchtime or when I worked cases out of town.
My sister in law Melody, a lovely 35 year old woman,
was four years older than Teresa and was logically the
one I should have married. Melody was also a lawyer
working in a different firm, but she lived two doors
down from our house. She was single, very lovely with
long blond hair, long lovely legs and an hour glass
figure that made men stare. Melody stands 5’10’’.
Teresa is 5’4’’. I am 6’3’’.
Melody, who was very focused on her career, was a hot
and coming attorney of the future. Melody helped with
my boys, she tried talking to her sister and she spent
plenty of time counseling me.
I had settled into the thoughts of leaving things as
they were with Teresa until the boys were about 12
years old, at which time I had decided, I would seek a
divorce from Teresa’s cold hearted ass.
Then as luck would have it, one day as my wife was
racing out of the house to work, Teresa by chance
grabbed up Melody’s cellular telephone, which Melody
had accidentally left on the kitchen countertop the
night before. She had been at the house before we
dropped her off at the airport and surely would miss
the phone.
I had taken the day off since it was summer, and had
planned a day at the beach and amusement park with the
boys. Teresa had been gone for half an hour when her
telephone, which had fallen behind the bread box,
started to ring. I picked it up and at that point
realized what had happened.
I resigned myself to take Teresa her telephone, when by
accident, a text message started to emerge. As I stood
there checking out the message, I was shocked, hurt and
angry at what it said.
“Teresa, my love. Bring that pussy to me tonight. I
want to fuck your ass again. I’m still in disbelief
about how good it was to both of us. I have never made
love to a woman as sweet as you and I think we were
meant to be together. I’m getting tired of the
cheating. I want you full time. I want you for my wife.
I love you and I look forward to seeing you tonight at
8 p.m. Kisses baby, Jeb.”
I was furious. The only Jeb I know is the pastor at our
church. This is the bastard who Teresa had insisted on
inviting to dinner every time she got a chance.
I wanted to call Teresa and cuss her ass out. Just as I
started to Melody called on my cell phone. I told her
what had happened and she broke down crying on the
other end.
“Honey please don’t do anything you’d regret. Please
don’t hurt Teresa and don’t hurt Jeb. Just hire a
private detective to get them together and work toward
your divorce. But whatever you do, please don’t get
your gun and confront them. I know your hot temper will
get you in trouble,” Melody said.
I agreed I’d do nothing unreasonable and Melody said
she would be back home tomorrow and we could talk
privately about resolving this problem. She was the
only one I could tell everything to. So I did as she
said. As she was leaving the line, for the first time
Melody said, ‘I love you Joe.’
I was taken aback, but told her the same.
The boys and I did our thing. Throughout the day, Jeb
sent text messages. The more I read about how he had
fucked my wife in the ass, had blown loads in her face,
mouth and hair, the angrier I became. As the day wore
on, I started to get evil ass thoughts.
When the boys and I got back home, I saved the messages
on her phone as if they had never been read. I let our
arrival coincide with hers so she wouldn’t think
anything.
I placed the phone on mute and dropped it behind the
bread box. She walked over to the counter and started
to search frantically. She found the phone, saw it was
on mute and sighed.
The bitch went to the bathroom as if to take a piss. I
stood quietly outside the door and heard her giggle to
herself a few times. As she flushed, I moved on up the
hall so she wouldn’t notice I had listened in.
After eating the meal I had brought her from the
restaurant, Teresa claimed she had to go work out. I
pulled her to the side and begged for sex. I tried
kissing her, but she pushed away. I ran my hand into
her panties as we tussled on the bed and she was wet as
hell. No matter how I begged, she said no.
Teresa took a quick bath which gave me time to think. I
called a cop friend of mine and requested a favor. I
told him of the situation and he suggested how I should
extract my revenge.
I knew where Jeb lived. It was a small wood framed home
about 20 minutes away in the heart of the country. He
had a large Rottweiler, Pinky, who was fond of me.
So when Teresa left at 7 p.m., I called Helen, our maid
and asked her to baby-sit. She came right over and I
headed out…evil minded, packing a long barreled .357
Magnum, black clothing, shoes and gloves, several
sections of rope and two pillow cases.
I went to Jab’s house and parked 100 yards away in the
woods to the rear. There was Teresa arriving and they
kissed on the porch.
Then they sat on the swing and Jeb had his hands in her
pants. I wanted to see more, and as it was night time
with the only light being that from his porch, I worked
slowly closer. As I reached the back porch, Pinky
greeted me with a long wet tongue. I patted her on the
head and motioned her away as I threw a large ham bone
which she went to. Pinky paid there chewing at the bone
and I went further toward the front porch.
I knew this place. It was Jeb’s weekend getaway. Me and
several of the men at the church came here several
times each year and hunted deer. It would be perfect
for revenge with its curtains that were three inches
too short and the blinds that were broken and easy to
see through.
There were two windows in the house that were broken
and couldn’t be locked. I betted on the fact that that
60 year old bastard hadn’t fixed them. The bathroom
window and the east bedroom window could be pushed up
easily. When we came in from hunting throughout the
years, we’d used sticks to prop them open.
As I watched from the rose bushes, Teresa was sucking
the pastor’s dick! He had his hand down her pants from
the rear fingering something, either her pussy or her
ass, and she was loving it, letting out moans like
‘uuuhm, uuuhm.’
This went on about five minutes and they went into the
house. I watched from the side window as she got
undressed and put her tits, one after the other, into
Jeb’s mouth as his small, 5 inch dick stood straight at
attention. Now Jeb pulled her to him and they performed
a 69 on the couch.
As Jeb got ready to blow, he pushed Teresa off and
stood up. It was apparent she knew the routine as Jeb
grabbed her head and fucked her hard in the mouth. When
he cummed she swallowed everything! This is the same
bitch that had sucked my dick less than a dozen times
and had never let me cum in her mouth.
What I saw next was also a shocker. Teresa, on a cue,
went to the bathroom, reached beneath the cabinet and
pulled out a couple boxes of douche. There looked to be
a dozen or more boxes. But ‘why would she douche now?’
I thought.
Then suddenly I saw why.
Teresa grabbed a tube of KY Jelly and placed some on
her middle finger. Ever so lightly, she worked it into
her tight, light brown ass crack. She repeated the
process. As she got her whole finger in to the knuckle,
she smiled yelling to Jeb that she was almost ready.
She took the douche bottle, inserted the tip into her
ass and emptied it. She then sat on the stool and
emptied her bowels. She filled the tube with water and
repeated the process on three occasions. She wiped up,
and put more KY into her tight rectum, then left the
bathroom to go back to Jeb. I tipped back to the front
room window and got another shocker.
Jeb had a video camera set up facing the blue
inflatable mattress on his front room floor. There were
several dildos of all sizes laid on the table.
This bitch, my wife Teresa, laid a sheet on the
mattress, laid on her back and picked up a small dildo
and started fucking herself in the cunt. I was hard by
now. My dick wanted to bust my zipper. But I held off
and continued to watch.
Jeb moved the camera to catch a close up. She was going
crazy now and grabbed a large, long double headed dildo
that must have been 24 inches. Jed mounted the camera
on a tripod and joined in. He took the double dong with
its thick white heads and placed one end at the tip of
her ass.
Teresa rose slightly to help Jeb gain entry. She moaned
as he entered her tight asshole. When it had entered
she let out a loud ‘ugh,’ a sigh of relief. Jeb worked
it slowly into her bottom, back and forth until about
six inches was inside her. Then he pushed the other
head into her pussy and pumped wildly as those lovely
lips spread wide and gobbled that thing.
Now Teresa took over the pussy, while Jeb worked the
end in her ass. He could barely stand it as she
convulsed, bucking her hips back and forth, up and down
as she ran that thing in and out of her pussy. She
stiffened and screamed, as she orgasmed.
Jeb removed the end from her pussy - snow white flesh,
topped with a light matt of auburn hair just above
those bright pink lips that pouted out slightly. Now he
was eating her pussy with vigor and she was moaning and
bucking. She came again and held his head tight to her
pussy, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head
screaming, ‘it’s your pussy baby. Eat your pussy baby.
I love you baby. Eat this pussy baby.’
All the while the camera was still running. Jeb got up
as did Teresa.
As I said before, she knew the routine.
Teresa was on her knees, propped up on the edge of the
couch, supported by her elbows.
Jeb moved the camera to capture it. Then he mounted her
from the back. He fucked Teresa with no regard, ramming
into her so hard that I could hear the smacking of his
hips on her ass from outside.
After a few minutes, he popped her in the ass. Jeb
entered her ass so hard and fast, that Teresa tried to
jump up, but was restrained by Jeb’s huge hands on her
shoulders. He was nailing her and I could tell the
little dick was creating some discomfort. Jeb had not
used enough lubricant.
By now my own dick, a large, 8 inch monster, had leaked
pre-cum all over my underwear. A spot had gathered on
the black jeans that I wore.
I had to make my move now. So I went to the bathroom,
lifted open the window and climbed in.
After entering, I saw Jeb had a large box of Viagra
sample packets in the cabinet. There were condoms,
dildos and all kinds of sexual shit in there.
I popped open a pack and took a 25 milligram dose of
Viagra, though I didn’t need it. I just did.
Then something else caught my eye. There were
handcuffs, whips, blindfolds and gag balls with Velcro
fasteners in the back.
My preacher was a fucking freak!
I grabbed a couple pairs of cuffs, placed them in my
pocket and took out my hand cannon. Teresa’s moans had
turned to cries of pain. She was begging Jeb to get
more KY Jelly. The bald headed, fat bellied bastard
with a chest full of gray hair was panting. I could
smell ass in the air as he got off and came toward the
bathroom.
As he entered, he was confronted by a 6’3’’ skinny guy
dressed in black with a ski mask on and a .357 Magnum
to his head. Jeb was speechless. I handcuffed him, put
one of the gags in his mouth and put duct tape around
his head to cover his eyes. This was perfect.
I grabbed the KY Jelly and made him walk in front of me
as I entered the room, watching a sweaty Teresa with
her head laid down on the couch between her arms, her
ass poked out. She turned around saying, ‘lube it good
baby,’ and jumped straight up when she saw the
predicament she was in.
Teresa reached for the sheet on the air mattress and I
cocked the pistol, pointing it at her, and saying,
‘Don't!’
She was in shock. Jeb wouldn’t utter a sound. She
started asking what I wanted.
“My purse is over there. Please, take my purse, take my
purse. Take my jewelry please. Please take it.”
I told her to bend over on the couch. She looked at Jeb
and then at me with long eyes and started to shake and
cry.
I pushed Jeb to the floor where he landed with a dead
thud.
“Bend over the couch bitch. I want that asshole. And do
it now or I’ll shoot,” I said to my wife, whom I had
just watched for an hour performing acts on our
preacher that she had never done for me.
Teresa sighed, then bent over on the couch, assuming
the pose she had for Jeb when he was drilling her
asshole.
I loosened my pants and told her softly and with
authority, ‘don’t look back.’
With that, my dick was out standing at attention and I
placed the white insertion tip of the KY Jelly tube
into her ass. I squeezed until the overflow of jelly
ran out of her ass, sliding down to her glistening and
moist pussy.
This would be my first anal experience with her, though
she didn’t know it.
I placed the tip of my dick at the wrinkled entrance. I
eased in the head as her body flinched and she
breathed, ‘ah.’
I eased in more until I was halfway in. Then I started
to slowly fuck her. She was moaning under her breath
like it was pleasurable.
And I was going deeper and deeper until I was all the
way in. I started to increase my pace as I’m starting
to slam that well lubed tight ass. The smell of her
bowels being pumped was hot. I was enjoying it really
nicely now.
I was fucking her and she couldn’t help but start
moaning, ‘Uhh, uhh, uhh, ooohee, ooohee,’ as I finger
fucked her with one hand, the other alternating to hold
her shoulder or squeeze her small tits.
Now Teresa had joined my movements, she was pushing
that ass back and rocking with my motion. She was
enjoying it. This went on for about 10 minutes and I
started to cum.
Big load I’m unleashing into her ass. I ground my dick
tightly into her ass, packing it in there and she was
moving to accept it. She shuddered as I cummed, getting
her climax as well.
My dick didn’t soften at all, the Viagra had kicked in.
I continued to pound her ass and then she went nuts,
‘oh baby, fuck me baby. Keep fucking me baby. Ooh, damn
it’s good baby.’
I pulled out of her ass as the camera gave a whirring
sound that told me the tape was out. I asked Jeb where
the blank tapes were. He started talking shit about
being a preacher and me being wrong for doing what I
was doing. I couldn’t stand it and slapped the hell out
of him, knocking spit from his mouth.
Jeb now was scared. Teresa stood up and looked as if
she was ready to run. Globs and then strings of cum
were running out of her ass, with the string hanging,
dangling like a spider web. I told her to lie down face
first. She paused then did as asked. I handcuffed her
with hands behind the back.
I started to whip Jeb’s ass again, slapping him like a
bitch, like the low life shit he was for fucking my
wife when he should have been telling her to give me
such pleasures.
Finally after six or seven hard slaps, Jeb told me
where to find the tapes. They were in a false wall
inside the master bedroom closet.
Making sure they would not escape, I used rope to tie
their legs together until I returned.
When I opened the hidden wall, I have to say, I was
certainly surprised. It was directly beside the
bathroom and Jeb had two recorders wired to come on
when the bathroom lights cut on. One camera focused
from the bathroom mirror. The other was focused to
bounce off the mirror in front of the toilet. Clever, I
thought.
As I unwrapped the new tape, I caught a glimpse of a
footlocker.
I checked the footlocker and it was loaded with
videotapes and DVDs that were initialed and dated. As I
looked through, trying to count them, I ran across a
whiskey sack that was loaded with $100 bills. I planned
to take it all. But I needed to get back into the room
with the handcuffed ones.
As I was about to enter the door, I could see they had
scooted around on the floor, with Teresa kissing Jeb.
My calm, brought on by me busting the first nut I’ve
cummed out in a month, was shattered,
‘Jeb baby, it’s going to be alright. When he lets me
go, I’ll claw him in the eyes and grab your pistol
under the couch and shoot him. I love you baby. Don’t
worry much. I’ll kill this bastard,’ Teresa whispered.
I walked out, stepping hard. I placed a new videotape
into the recorder and cut it on.
I had been gone for 4 or 5 minutes. My dick, still hard
as a brick, had flakes of KY Jelly, cum and aroma of
shit on it. I slapped the hell out of Teresa, reached
beneath the couch, got the pistol she had referred to
and then I picked up Jeb, placed him on the couch and
told him to suck my dick. I slapped him again and he
started to suck. I went deep a few times trying to gag
and humiliate him. My rage had given me street
instincts that I never felt before.
After a few minutes of that, I had Teresa to lay flat
on her back. I had blindfolded her too. Then I
commanded Jeb to lay flat on his stomach on the air
mattress. I was getting hot as hell with all that black
clothing on.
I mounted Teresa missionary style and I didn’t care
anymore. I rammed my dick into her and she responded
with a slight ‘uum.’
I started to pump hard and fast. I was trying to cum
because the Viagra had me so hard and horny.
I pumped in and out of her pussy. She was responding
with movement only, enjoying the feel of the fucking
that was being laid on her. Ready to degrade her, I
told her softly to open her mouth. She did and I spit
into it. I told her to swallow she did. I slapped the
bitch again as she started to feel the pressure of that
big dick, sort of saying ‘uhmm, uhmm, uhmm, uhmm,’
while I’m pumping that pussy. I had not felt my wife
fuck this intensely in years. It’s almost shameful that
I had to get it this way, but I was starting to enjoy
the feel.
I’m going crazy on this pussy now. Rage, hormones and
the fuck drug were pushing me beyond my limits. As I’m
fucking Teresa, I reach over to Jeb’s ass, and empty
the tube of KY Jelly into his ass. It ran down the
crack and I started to run my finger into his ass as he
mumbles ‘arghhh, arghh.’
Then in a couple of minutes, this dude started moaning
and sort of wiggling his ass, changing up to ‘uuhm,
aaah, aaah.’
He keeps moaning like that and as he does, he’s
resisting my finger. I shove home with lots of ease as
the lubricant was working. No matter how tight he made
the wrinkled, dark brown, ugly hairy asshole, I was
working two fingers in now.
Teresa cummed, bucking like hell. I keep rodding her
and two minutes later, she cums again.
Now the place is smelling like pussy. I continue to
fuck her, wasting precious energy slamming into her.
And I notice that Jeb’s murmurs of pain are now
sounding like a woman’s moans of pleasure. I had an
evil thought.
I got off of her, placed on one of the condoms Jeb had
in his bathroom, and came back out. I eased the head of
my dick into Jeb’s ass and he squealed like a pig,
‘aaah, aww shit, uum, uum, aaah, shit.’
I removed the mouth gag and withdrew from Jeb’s ass. I
re-entered slowly and he squealed again. This time he
was really loud, saying ‘Oooh, oooh. Damn, you’re
busting me open. You’re hurting me. This ain’t right.
This is homosexuality you’re engaging in. Please, I
can’t take it, I can’t take it, please stop. I’m a man
like you, not a woman.’
I eased in a little more and a little more. When I was
about halfway in, I started to fuck Jeb, who was now
crying like a bitch. He was really hurting because I
was slamming home in his ass. I was fucking that
bastard with all the anger I had inside and I was
trying to get him to yell louder as he kept saying,
‘aaah, aaah, damn. Ooooh, aaah,” and then start off
bawling like a baby again.
Teresa, still handcuffed and blindfolded, had now sat
up, her head turned to capture each of Jeb’s cries of
torture. I was on the verge of cumming now. But I was
enjoying this tight ass-fucking of a man. It didn’t
enter into my head that I had crossed the lines of
decency and was committing a homosexual act. I was just
enjoying humiliating this old, fat bellied, gray haired
ugly bastard who had been fucking my wife, the woman
who had grown so cold to me, but did freaky things to
him.
I pulled out of Jeb and grabbed Teresa, who was next to
us. I licked Teresa’s tits and finger fucked her. Her
smell dominated the room. Her pussy was so wet, so
slick it was like running my hands into a warm oil
bucket she was so hot. She responded by moving,
rotating her hips to meet the finger I had in her slot.
Her pussy lips were no longer thin and pale, they had
flared and grown fat and long. They were deep red in
color.
My nut had subsided. I grabbed the small red plastic
dildo from Jeb’s table and told Teresa to lie back. I
eased it into her asshole which was still well lubed.
Once I had it nearly all the way in, I cut it on and
watched as she wiggled, listening to it buzz lightly in
her pretty little back door. Now I grabbed another one,
a black rubber dildo of about 8 inches.
I put that one in her pussy and cut it on. Teresa just
laid there, rocking her hips, cooing all the while.
I looked at Jeb and figured he needed more degradation.
I got on Jeb’s back and re-entered his ass. This time,
no easy entry. I broke into that ass like a narc
kicking down a dope dealers’ door.
“Oh, arghh, arghh,” Jeb yelled, as Teresa stopped her
rocking, listening to her lover wince in pain as he got
dicked like he had done my wife. I started fucking Jeb
like a rocket. Jeb continued to howl as his many tears
had wet the blindfold while the large dick found its
way again and again, tapping his prostate gland from
inside.
I looked at the clock across the room. Damn, it was
10:05. I had been here since 7:30, and had come in the
window and started fucking around 8 p.m.
I needed to get out of here.
Jeb was now crying, saying he couldn’t take anymore. I
had busted this ass like a group of prison punks
getting new bootie. My wife’s secret man was now a
bitch. That’s what I wanted to hear. It was the first
time I had ever used Viagra. I couldn’t command my dick
to get soft. I’d been going for about 2 hours and it
still was as hard as ever.
“Preacher, you’re my bitch,” I whispered in Jeb’s ear
as I continued to long stroke dick into his tight
asshole.
“Roll that ass bitch. Throw that ass back up to me.
Throw that ass like it’s a pussy on me bitch,” I told
Jeb, as the buzz of the dildos stuck in Teresa seemed
louder and louder as she resumed her rocking, fucking
something that wasn’t there. She was into it.
Jeb was really hurting now. I could see beneath that
the fucking had made him cum, and I started to slap
him, making him lift his ass to meet my thrusts.
We were all sweat covered now and Teresa’s moans
started to sound like music.
I had fucked Jeb more than 20 minutes. I had made my
point. He was now a bitch to me.
I pulled the dildo from Teresa’s soaked wet cunt,
removed the now brown, shit-covered condom and wiped my
dick with a soapy towel. I put my dick into her now.
I rammed in with one strong push. I fucked like an
animal now, ramming her and ramming her, all the while
she’s moaning, ‘ahh, ahh, ahh.’
I felt the pressure build in my balls and I unloaded in
her, pushing cum deep into her womb. I laid there,
grinding side to side, sealing her pussy and forcing my
sperm into her cervix. We lay there grinding against
each other another five minutes. It was now 10:34. I
had to get up.
Teresa was obviously sore now. She had been fucked for
more than three hours and her pussy, asshole and bottom
were all red as hell, like a face that had been slapped
hard. And her smell was dominant in the room.
I went to the washroom and cleaned up, careful to wipe
down the counter and to stick the towels I had used
into a bag that I put in my pocket.
I grabbed the foot locker from the closet, the one
loaded with videotapes and DVDs. I took the money sack
and I went over and took Jeb’s Rolex, wedding ring, his
cash and the two carat solitaire that the women’s
auxiliary had given him for his 10th anniversary and
his necklace.
I placed the items on the front porch. I also took the
cameras that Jeb has used to secretly record the people
who used the restroom. I also took the camcorder that
he had used to tape my wife. I had to make it look like
a robbery.
I walked over to their cars and cut two tires on each
of them. I could hear Teresa’s cell phone ringing. I
looked in and saw her sister had called her seven
times. I laid it back down.
I grabbed up Jeb and Teresa, removed the gags from
their mouths and instructed them that I would release
the handcuffs and lock them in a closet, the one at the
end of the hall. If they moved before five minutes, I’d
shoot them. They both nodded in agreement.
I looked at Jeb’s hard dick as I picked him up from the
floor. I knew once I’d left that he would fuck her
again and the thought ran me crazier than I was
already.
Before removing the cuffs, I took an extension cord,
didn’t say a word and commenced to whipping Jeb’s fat
ass. He fell back to the floor, screaming in pain. I
continued to whip his ass until the welts that covered
most of his body oozed blood. I then took his belt from
the size 48 waistband of his pants and started to whip
his ass while he cried and screamed.
Teresa was frozen. She must have sensed she was next.
I pulled back for all I was worth and rapped the hell
out of her with the extension cord. The electrical cord
hit right across her ass as she yelled, “OW!"
I told her to lay down again. I was still horny. It was
now straight up 11 p.m. I rapped her on the ass several
more times until the welts bled and she cried out with
each strike. Still hard, I knew I had to leave and get
home. I ran my finger into her pussy, then into her ass
one last time. I made Jeb standup again and suck my
finger clean.
I then took out a cigarette lighter and held it beneath
Jeb’s dick as I lit it. He yelled in pain as the fire
hit it, but couldn’t move as the .357 Magnum was
resting against his left arm.
I burned his dick again as he continued to cry and
hold the pain in himself. These were severe burns that
would require medical treatment, I thought to myself as
I saw the big red spots almost pulsing. It was enough
to ensure that he wouldn’t place it in my wife’s pussy
again this night.
I took them to the hall closet. Jeb was crying like
hell. He looked like a runaway slave with all the welts
on his back, ass and legs. His dick was now burnt in
two places. As I unlocked the handcuffs, I slapped the
shit out of both of them again. I slapped Teresa so
hard that she fell backwards onto Jeb. He dared not to
catch her. He was scared. He was literally fearing for
his life.
I closed the door, locked it from the outside and
hauled ass through the woods.
I clicked the alarm and the interior of my vehicle,
which I won’t describe, lit up. I pulled out the duffle
bag, put on fresh blue jeans and a green pull over
shirt. I put the soiled clothes into the bag and headed
home.
PART 2:
I get home. It’s 11:35, my maid Helen, a slightly built
Asian woman of 45, greeted me at the door. She told me
my parents, Teresa’s parents and Melody, my favorite
sister in law, had been calling my phone and Teresa’s
phone and trying to locate us. Melody had come back
home to comfort me after hearing about her sister’s
betrayal.
I gave the maid a $50 tip and told her I had been tied
up with preparation for a drug possession trial. She
waved goodbye and went home.
My boys were asleep in their room. I went to the
bedroom, entered the master bathroom and cut on the
water. I then went to the vehicle in the garage and
removed the clothing I had worn. I quickly whipped them
into the washing machine, removed the cameras, the
money bag, pistol and the footlocker from the vehicle.
I went to the storage house by the swimming pool in the
backyard and stashed everything on a top shelf where I
usually keep my hunting gear and my handguns. Teresa
never ventured into the place.
I grabbed a couple of tapes from the footlocker and
headed into the house.
I rang Teresa’s phone a couple times. No answer as I
had expected. Melody called about five minutes after I
got into the bath tub. She wanted to see me, and I
tried to deter her, saying I was so tired I had to
crash, but she would not hear it. I told her give me 10
minutes I’d be out of the tub.
After I was thoroughly cleansed, it must have been
about 12:15 a.m. Melody, who had come from two doors
down, was wearing a long pink cotton gown. She hugged
me and kissed me on the cheek, her lovely brown eyes
were red. She had been crying.
We talked for a while over a couple glasses of cognac.
We both tried Teresa again on the cell phones. No luck.
She wasn’t answering.
It was now 1 a.m. sharp and I had started to yawn,
unaware that Melody had focused on my still hard,
Viagra induced dick that I was trying to hide by
wearing a jock strap.
I told Melody I was going to bed and Teresa would be
there when she and the preacher decided to quit their
lovemaking. I told Melody I had gone to the office to
prepare for the defense of a guy charged with drug
possession and I didn’t really care what Teresa did
anymore. I was numb to the pain. Melody dropped to her
knees and kissed my dick through my pajamas. I couldn’t
believe it.
She rose and we shared a mad, passionate kiss as I
stood to meet her. We kissed and felt each other’s
bodies.
Melody dropped her robe to reveal red, high cut panties
and no bra. I sucked her pretty breasts and licked
them. I then went straight to her hairy cunt and
kissed, licked and fingered it right there on the couch
with the lights on for what seemed to be 20 minutes.
We said nothing as she tried to go down on me, but my
passion was too strong for my hard dick not to
immediately enter her womb. As she dropped to the
floor, I pushed her onto her back and placed the large
red, throbbing head of my dick into her pussy. The
folds were incredible.
The lining of her pussy, which had never birthed a
child, was much smoother and hotter than that of
Teresa’s. I eased into her tight, hot pussy, inching
forward ever so slowly to assure I would enjoy and to
make sure she was pleased.
She moved her hips slowly, with a gyrating pace that I
followed. Her first climax was instant. It got a little
looser and I practically taste the pussy through the
head of my dick.
I was all the way in now and she placed her hands on my
hips to slow my thrusting. She had her eyes closed,
biting her lip and her head laid to the side. I started
kissing her, still following her pace, moving slowly in
this sweet muff with a full mat of dark brown hair
above it.
She was in a rhythm, and I was following it. I couldn’t
bring myself to go against it as bad as I wanted to
just all out throw my dick into her.
Now she started making sounds as our lips were locked
together, ‘aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, ahh, aaaaah!’ my
precious Melody went, starting a hard roll against my
pelvis and removing her hands from my hips, onto my
back.
She had opened her legs wide now and was throwing her
pussy with no abandon. I couldn’t hold back. I took
control now that she had her legs wide open beckoning
me to explore all of her.
I started slamming into her pussy and she returned the
thrusts, rising from the floor to keep my dick from
leaving her hot womb.
Within minutes I was moaning as I started to cum. She
moved her hands back to my ass and rolled her pussy
tight onto my manhood. My cum shot in long spurts which
she felt, giving the sound of ‘ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,’ as
each blast struck her insides.
We continued to grind as she had locked her legs around
me, not releasing me, but keeping me rolling and
grinding as she drained my dick.
She opened her eyes and they were snow white again. And
the love that they radiated, I had never seen before. I
was in love with my sister in law.
After laying for a while longer, the telephone rang. It
was Teresa.
The lying bitch was with police, who were bringing her
home after she flagged them down on the highway near
Jeb’s house. She was less than a mile from our home
when they picked her up. Teresa claimed some black guys
had forced her car off the road, carjacked her and
slapped her around.
This bitch gave some bullshit descriptions of who
allegedly had taken her car and the reason she was so
bruised up. I thought ‘lying fucking cunt!’
Melody and I grabbed our clothes. She cleaned up in the
hall bathroom while I cleaned up in the master bathroom
and sprayed air freshener to kill the scent of sex.
We both got dressed and grabbed our cognacs. It was
2:24 a.m.
Teresa looked a mess as she walked through the door.
Officer Anderson and Sgt. Tanner both talked about how
lucky she was to have gotten away from the black
carjackers. All the while I’m thinking they were dumb
as hell for trusting this cunt and her dumb ass racist
lies.
Melody and Teresa hugged each other and cried. Teresa
reached out to me and I pushed her hand away and sat on
the couch watching the two of them. Melody sensed my
mood and understood it. After a few minutes of chat,
the officers left to look for imaginary suspects who
had stolen a car that was at the preacher’s place.
As Melody grabbed the door knob, I offered to walk her
home, two doors away. On the way I said I loved her.
She said she loved me, but we’d have to talk about how
to deal with it later. Once inside her door, we had one
last passionate kiss. I left and went home.
Teresa had cleaned up at Jeb’s place. I could smell the
soap on her stinky, sweaty ass. I surmised that she
must have gotten paranoid and walked home, then when
she was almost here, the bitch called police with that
cooked up story.
I was not compassionate. I tested her, asking if we
could fuck. She started with the excuses and when I
tried to touch her cunt, she jumped back saying no, she
was on her period. I told her she was lying and I was
going to see.
As I wrestled her to the couch, Teresa started
screaming, not wanting me to see the bruises and welts
on her body. My 9-year-old, Dennis came downstairs and
asked what was wrong with mommy.
Sickened at this bitch’s lying, I went to my bedroom. I
was spent from all the fucking. And I was hypnotized by
what had happened with Melody.
I called it a night and soon laid down. I dozed off
heavily for about three hours. But something in me
could not rest as I wanted or more so, needed to let
Theresa know that I knew she was lying. I went to her
bedroom. The door was locked. I went to the storage
room and got a small nail with which to pop the lock
open.
There Teresa was, laid out, or more rightly knocked out
from the events of the previous night. It was
approaching 6 a.m., the faint hint of the sun shown
through her window.
I eased the covers from her body. Damn!, she looked a
mess. She was purple over most of her body. She had not
told the police about this. She had told them that the
black guys slapped her, to make for the bruises on her
cheek and the black eye.
Here I am looking her over and she was so worn out, she
never noticed my presence. I was pulling down the sweat
pants she slept in as she started to wake. I paused,
she turned over, smiling to herself, thinking of her
wicked pleasures and she continued sleeping.
I was still raging inside and knew I had to get
something on her, to cover myself because she had not
changed. Only gotten slicker with the help of old
Preacher.
I eased her telephone out of her purse, closed the door
and left the house.
I went to see Antonio, a guy who I had once helped out
in a case where a cellular company accused him of
cloning telephones by swiping numbers and stealing
minutes from their clients.
I manually let up the garage to avoid any noise. I
cranked up the Camry, it was less noisy than my SUV,
and went to little Italy. Antonio was up, drinking
coffee and hard at work completing an order of cloned
telephones for delivery to some people early today,
Saturday.
I asked the favor, and he cloned a telephone that would
allow me to listen to everything Teresa said when she
used her telephone. It would also display text
messages. It wouldn’t let me call out, so that I
maintained the stealth, Antonio explained. He gave me
another ‘throw away,’ that I could use for 60 hours
then toss without fear of being traced. I offered him
$50, but he refused, saying he’d do me favors anytime I
asked.
As I headed back to the house, a text message came
across. It was Jeb with that lovey-dovey crap. I grew
more enraged. Jeb’s text said that he had seen on the
news at 6 a.m., a report of three black carjackers
taking a vehicle from a white female and striking her
in the face, stealing her money late on Friday. He
complimented her, said he loved her, and would have her
vehicle repaired and drive it to the corner of Manley
and April Spring shortly after the tire repair crew had
fixed it. They were scheduled to arrive there at 10
a.m.
Then he’d act like a passerby and report seeing the car
described in the news.
I couldn’t stand it as the last thing in his message
said, ‘My love, I am so sorry for what happened last
night. We will find out who did that to us. And we will
have our revenge. You know it’s been five years. And if
you are, I am ready to move forward with paying for
your divorce. It doesn’t make sense that we keep hiding
our love. I love you and I look forward to seeing you
tonight, for dinner. After our meals, you already know
what my dessert will be. I can only eat you, as after
you left and the taxi took me to the emergency room,
the doctor said it would be some time, possibly two to
three months before the burns on your sweet dick are
healed enough to allow intercourse. See you soon lover
– Jeb.’
I wasn’t going to take it anymore. I had confirmed what
others had told me, that she really wanted to divorce
me.
I was more furious than ever. I kicked the Camry,
pushing from 40 mph to about 70, hitting the interstate
loop to reach home in about five minutes.
As I pulled back into the driveway, I wanted to call
911 on the throw away clone and tell it, but I didn’t.
I went inside, placed Teresa’s telephone back in her
purse as she slept. I went to the storage house and
started inspecting the haul I had taken from Jeb’s
place. There was $17,800 in the whiskey bag. It was all
$100 bills, not that I needed money because I was well
to do, earning at least $200,000 a year, not including
bonuses.
I put it back. Then I pulled from the back of the top
shelf the foot locker. It was heavy, loaded with
videotapes that only contained dates and initials.
There was a good bit of DVDs too. And what else would I
find, the old preacher had a couple ounces of
marijuana, three bong pipes and a package of rolling
papers. The son of a bitch. He was still getting high.
I took a few of the tapes and DVDs, headed to the patio
and inserted one into the player and cut the television
on.
I was totally floored when I saw the images!
The tape was marked “4-10-01, JHF.”
The first part of the footage had been shot while Jill
Fratelli was using Jeb’s restroom. The camera was
rolling from its hidden location before she walked in.
Jill, about 30-years-old, was wearing a semi-formal
outfit, a loose fitting lime green dress that cut off
at her knees.
She stood before the toilet, pulled up the dress which
she held with her left hand, grabbed her dark green
panties by the side and pulled them down and sat and
peed. Jeb had the camera positioned to capture every
angle, bouncing off the four mirrors and catching the
up skirt angle of the crotch. My goodness, Jill had a
lovely pussy. No hair at all. Just a long pink lipped
pussy that looked edible.
The next few minutes showed nothing after she flushed
and rearranged her clothes.
I fast forwarded. There was Jenna Cooper, from the
church, wearing a short black skirt, and white top. She
pulled up her skirt, pulled down the panty hose that
showed her long, black landing strip on her pussy. She
didn’t trust the toilet’s cleanliness and grabbed a
handful of tissue to which she soaped up, wiped the lid
then sat and pissed.
I played the tape to the end and counted 43 women
undressing and pissing in that bathroom. Jeb had filmed
this at our annual picnic, usually held at his country
getaway, the one where we guys used to spend the night
when we hunted whitetail deer on his place, and where I
had caught him and my wife.
What I saw on the next tape made me know I had to put a
stop to it.
Jeb had placed hidden cameras in the sanctuary of the
church, in the women’s restrooms at church and in the
nursery of the church. This tape was a compilation of
shots that caught up skirt shots of women as they sat
and crossed their legs in the pews, as they either used
the restroom, or as they straightened their clothes.
As I scanned forward, seeing all kind of panty shots
and shots between women’s legs that revealed panty hose
only covering their pussies, I was plenty hard. I
needed to fuck.
Then I saw something that so disturbed me, I felt rage
enough to really hurt Jeb. There at the end of the
tape, Jeb had left on images of some really young
girls. These girls, all of whom I knew from church,
were from 10 to 17 years old. As I looked at these
little kids, caught secretly peeing, changing tampons
or doing Number 2s, innocents, I was so angry I really
wanted to hurt Jeb now, I thought as I watched this
sick shit. There was little Allison Myers, a 15-year-
old blond cheerleader, who was standing before the
mirror in the girl’s room, masturbating, running her
finger across her clit and in and out of herself. As I
saw this, I thought of her as my child. I got closer to
the decision of turning this shit over to the cops.
I walked in, it was close to 10 a.m., fixed breakfast
and awakened the boys. As I cooked the eggs, the clone
phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Teresa who was text
messaging Jeb now.
‘Jeb, I love you too. I honestly do. And I feel like
you, that we should come clean with everything and go
ahead and get married. I felt so bad when the burglar
did those horrible things to you, never mind me. But I
love you and want to have your baby. After I get the
call from police about the car when you report it, I
will tell my husband that I must go shopping. I will
come to you baby, about 1 p.m. – kisses and love – T’
I was in shock that she was in my house, in the
backroom texting this guy and wouldn’t let me touch
her. I continued to play dumb, like I knew nothing.
The boys sat on the floor, eating their apple-cinnamon
oatmeal and bacon, and I walked back to talk with
Teresa.
I asked Teresa to please, please, let’s get back to how
we used to be, a loving, happy family. I pleaded with
her until I cried for the next hour. She rejected
everything, then blurted out that she would soon seek a
divorce and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
‘Fuck you Joe, fuck your children, fuck your parents,
fuck my parents. I don’t love you, can’t you see?’ she
said as she broke down in tears. I knew her well enough
to know I was making a plea that would go nowhere.
Melody rang the doorbell. The boys let her in. As I
walked toward the hallway, Melody gave me a hug and a
peck on the cheek. I told her the news about Teresa’s
decision. She intervened. They stayed back there
talking for an hour.
Then they both emerged to the den, Melody with her head
in her hands crying, and Teresa, wearing that baggy ass
gray sweat suit to cover the bruised body, walked
straight through, went to the laundry room, got towels
and some clothes and went to bathe.
The boys, who had put up with Teresa’s craziness, were
now growing cold towards her. They heard what she had
said.
As Melody and I chatted, she told me not to worry much
about Teresa, that if a divorce were forthcoming, she
and her parents would ensure I got full custody of my
sons. They had been so supportive of me during the last
five years.
It was now about 11:45 a.m. Almost on cue, the
telephone rang. I answered. It was the police saying
they had recovered Teresa’s Jaguar and would release it
on Monday after processing it for prints.
Teresa picked up and tried to plead with them to turn
it over to her. No luck. They were going to catch the
alleged black carjackers and make an example of them.
Teresa would have to use the Camry to do her misdeeds
today.
Melody was insisting that she and I go to Shadow Lake
and play 18 holes of golf to relax my mind. I told her
I couldn’t today because I had things to do. Melody
made me promise we would have dinner that evening,
heading out at 6 p.m. to have cocktails and possibly
catch a jazz set.
I agreed. She corralled the boys, got their things and
was taking them to my parents’ house.
I once again begged Teresa to do right by me. She again
cussed me as she was walking out the door wearing loose
fitting black silk pants and a long sleeved black
cotton blouse. I asked where she was headed, she told
me ‘anywhere to get the fuck away from you!’
As she backed out the garage, I noticed it was 12:30
p.m. straight. She was headed to Jeb’s place again. As
she sat in the driveway, Teresa messaged Jeb again.
‘Honey, I’m on the way. Stopping to get wine and steaks
so we won’t have to leave each other until late. Love
you! Your wife T’
Damn, I felt the rage building in me. About that time
Melody stopped by as she was heading out with the boys.
Melody walked up, gave me a kiss and made me promise
that I would be ready at 6. I told her I would. We
kissed and clutched one another. That sexy white tennis
outfit was awesome. I couldn’t take anymore and dropped
to my knees and pulled her pants down and started to
eat her blond pussy. I licked and sucked for three or
four minutes as she pushed my head onto it, spasming as
she cummed the salty fluid into my mouth.
I turned her around, leaned her across the kitchen
counter and eased into her hot, wet pussy. We moved
slowly for a few minutes, then she really started
throwing it to me moaning, ‘cum in me, cum in me baby.’
With that, I shot my load into her and we moved
together a little longer. She washed up in the bathroom
and I did. They left and I went to the storage room out
back to get my creeping gear.
I dressed in the black military attire, this time
taking a smaller pistol, a .380 caliber. This time too,
since it was daylight, I attached a small pillow to my
stomach to greatly alter my appearance. I grabbed a
camcorder and two blank tapes and got into the SUV and
left.
En-route, I saw the Camry at the local butcher shop. I
glanced Teresa inside, flirting with the butcher. I
made my way to the woods behind Jeb’s country get away.
I could see Jeb taking bags into the house, as I
watched from the tree line. He then went out back and
placed charcoal on the grill and lit it. He got into
his car and drove the 100 yards down to the mailbox out
front, getting out walking across the road to speak
with someone in a dark green car. I ran across the lot
and entered through the back door.
This bastard had bought a new camcorder already. It was
set up in the same spot where the one I had taken from
the front room, near where the couch was. The sex toys
were all lined up on the table.
The only thing different was the new doors in front and
out back. He had hustled that morning and gotten two
new metal clad doors installed.
I looked in the bathroom cabinet, yep, the handcuffs,
gags and eye covers were put back into their place. I
grabbed four pairs of handcuffs, the blinders and a
roll of duct tape.
I looked out the window and now could see Teresa and
Jeb coming up the driveway. I got into the large hall
closet and put on the ski mask.
They walked in arm in arm, kissing as Jeb groped her
butt. He poured a drink of bourbon as she went to the
kitchen to open the wine.
They kissed and drank and talked. Teresa was telling
about how terrified she had been the night before and
how she broke the news to me that she wanted a divorce.
Jeb told her they would keep things secret until right
after the divorce then announce to the church that they
would be married.
They went on about how the “robbery and assault” had
occurred and wondered how they could have been so
vulnerable and wondered who the robber was.
Jeb, in his traditional racist fashion blurted, ‘It had
to be some crack head nigger or Hispanic bastard. But
I’ve got news for him,’ Jeb said pulling out a pistol
from beneath the couch. It was a cute little .38
caliber he had brought from home.
Jeb said he had already put the word out among
pawnshops and street thugs he knew to be on the lookout
for the person who pawns those cameras. He had offered
$3,000 reward for the return of the stuff and figured
someone would find out within a day or so.
‘But the tapes, honey, what about the tapes that have
us doing things on them?’ Teresa asked.
‘Don’t worry. The people I have looking will get them
back by Monday for sure,’ Jeb assured Teresa.
‘Well, OK,’ she said.
Teresa pulled off her clothes and sat on the couch,
kissing as Jeb fingered her.
After a few drinks of wine, Teresa, wearing only white
satin panties with frills on top, walked outside and
placed the steaks on the grill.
Jeb undressed, his dick looking a purple mess with the
burns on it.
She came back and they made out a little more. Then she
went back to get the steaks from the grill and placed
them on the dinner table, next to the salad.
Jeb took up the camcorder and Teresa knew what to do,
dancing and swaying, shaking her tits and then doing a
little strip tease as she wiggled out of her panties
and started fingering herself. The welts on her body
were distracting, but she looked good in the dance and
masturbation thing she was doing.
‘Baby, I’ve got to have it now,’ Jeb said. ‘What about
the burns, honey?’ Teresa asked.
‘I’ve had worse baby,’ Jeb said as he continued to roll
footage.
Teresa went to the bathroom, put KY Jelly on her middle
finger and bent over, running it into her brown
puckered asshole. Jeb kept the camera running. She then
inserted the douche, squeezed it into her bowels and
sat, released a stream of brown liquid. She repeated
the process two more times and now was releasing clear
water.
She brought the lubricant out to the couch and gave it
to Jeb, who had sat the camera onto a tripod. She got
into the same position as she had earlier, right there
in front of the couch on the air mattress, which today
had fresh white linens on it.
Kneeling on her knees and elbows, Teresa had her ass
sticking in the air. Jeb went straight to the dookie
hole, eating her asshole out as she moaned, ‘ahh, ahhh,
baby. Oooh baby. Aaah, aah, baby. Oooh eee, baby.’
I couldn’t take it. I would run this show today. I
eased out of the closet and figured since we were at
least 100 yards away from the rural roads that led to
the place, and sitting almost in the middle of the 400-
acres of land, I would take charge forcefully. I had
to.
There on the table, Jeb had his pistol. I didn’t want
anyone getting hurt, so I eased toward them as Teresa
had her head on the mattress and Jeb had his face in
her ass eating her, I fired a shot into the wall. They
both jumped straight up in shock. I rushed to grab
Jeb’s pistol and waved it in his face asking, ‘You want
to shoot me huh?’
They didn’t know what to say or what to do. They looked
at each other puzzled as Teresa attempted to cover her
breasts and crotch with her hands.
‘Hey man, what do you want? Please, what you want man?
I’ve got money, lots of money. Please take the money
and leave us alone, please?’ Jeb begged.
‘OK,’ I said. ‘Show me the money and I won’t fuck your
wife today,’ I said.
Jeb asked me to allow him to go into the back room and
get the money from its hiding place. ‘You think I’m a
damn fool, old man? Let you leave so you can get a gun
and shoot me?’ I asked.
Jeb swore he had no other weapon, but didn’t want me to
see where he had hidden the money.
I cussed him, told him ‘assume the position,’ as I
dangled the handcuffs from my finger.
‘But you said you wouldn’t hurt us if I gave you the
money!’ Jeb blurted out.
‘I don’t have the money yet, mother fucker!’ I yelled
back.
With that, I handcuffed Jeb. I motioned to Teresa to
come to me. She walked in stagger steps, trying to keep
her titties from flopping and still covering her bush.
I yanked her arms behind her and cuffed her as she
whimpered, ‘please don’t hurt us again.’
I chuckled and said ‘I didn’t think I hurt you
yesterday. I thought I had pleasured you.’
To ensure Teresa tried nothing while I took Jeb to get
the money, I placed handcuffs on her ankles. She was
immobilized.
As we step to the rear bedroom, Jeb starts asking how
did I get in, who was I and why had I come back.
‘I don’t understand. I had new doors installed this
morning. I don’t know who you are. I can help you if
you would tell me who you are and why you’re doing
this, please. I’m a preacher. I’m a man of God and I
can help save your evil soul if you’d let me,’ Jeb went
on.
I quickly shot back, ‘did you save the souls of those
women on the tapes whose pussies you filmed in the
bathroom and even in the church restrooms? If you’ve
got a soul, then tell me why you filmed those women
unknowingly? Does your church know about it?’
Jeb dropped his head and sighed.
‘Now on with the money preacher, I told him. ‘Give me
the money and I’ll keep my word to leave you alone.’
Jeb looked like he would shed tears now. He told me to
move the bed. Beneath the bed was a section of wood
flooring that lifted right out. There were three metal
boxes two feet by two feet, pretty large for cash
stashes.
I pulled them out and Jeb said the keys were in the
front room. No need for that I thought. I pulled a
knife from my pocket and pried open the top of the
first one.
I was absolutely floored! There were neatly stacked
rows of $100 bills with bands on them saying ‘$10,000.’
‘How much is here old man?’ I asked.
Jeb sighed, ‘$200,000 in each one.’
‘Please, don’t take it all. That’s all the money I’ve
got to live on. I need it to pay for this place, to pay
my bills and for my retirement,’ Jeb said.
‘OK. I’ll only take half,’ I told him as I piled all
the boxes on the bed and led Jeb back to the front
room.
Teresa lay there on the mattress nervous as hell, with
a look in her eyes that wondered whether she would be
assaulted or if I’d honor my word.
Jeb saw how I looked at Teresa and quickly said, ‘you
promised you wouldn’t hurt us again if you got the
money. Now you’ve got the money, please leave us
alone…..please.’
‘Preacher, you who steals from your church collection
plates, you who secretly filmed women and little girls
pissing, you who have hidden cameras behind the pews in
your church to catch panty shots, you expect a thief to
honor his word?’ I asked, giving him and Teresa the
motive of thievery for my return visit.
Teresa said nothing. Her eyes were wide open with fear.
She still thought about the gunshot I had fired.
I removed the cuffs from her ankle and told her to
assume the position I had found her in. I placed cuffs
on Jeb’s ankles now and cuffed him to the leg of the
dinner table where the steaks who aroma filled the
room, were getting cold.
I placed a gag on Jeb’s mouth and blinders on both of
them. The camera had never stopped running.
I pulled off my pants this time and ate out Teresa’s
pussy while she was on her knees. I did it really slow
and gently, awakening the nerves. Then I started to
lick her asshole. It tasted good and she was really
squirming now. I returned to eating her pussy and she
started moaning softly.
I got up, went to the bathroom and grabbed a 25
milligram Viagra and swallowed it, taking a swig of
Jeb’s bourbon to down it with.
Teresa was all creamy now and my dick was hard as
steel. I kneeled behind her and eased into her. She was
working that thing in a circular motion and back and
forth.
I was all way in now, and knowing her shoulder was
hurting from the way she was bent over, resting her
weight on it, I released her hands from the cuffs so
she could prop on her elbows. She grabbed her left
breast and started massaging it as I slowly fucked her
deep from the rear. Now she was really moaning and she
speeded her pace, almost purring as she orgasmed.
Then she started to talk nasty. ‘Fuck me, fuck me baby.
Ooh get this pussy baby. It’s all yours baby. It’s
yours baby,’ Teresa cooed.
As I get closer to cumming, I decide to pull out. I
once again go down on her, this time flipping her over
onto her back. She’s resting now with her legs around
my head, her hands pushing my ski mask covered head up
and down to her pleasure. She starts to coo again and
says ‘aah, aah, that’s it baby. That’s it baby!’
releasing more fluid. I never knew Teresa was a gusher
until this moment. She released so much ejaculate until
it ran like pee it was so plentiful. It was a viscous,
slippery fluid.
I grabbed her hands and told her not to touch me again.
She agreed.
I took the KY and inserted the applicator slowly into
the dark circle, squeezing it amply into the hole until
it started to leak out.
As I placed the head to her crack, Teresa begged, ‘be
gentle please? I’m sore from yesterday. OK?’
I agreed. I eased in little by little as Teresa rocked
back and forth getting it in just right. She started to
rub her pussy and told me ‘suck my titties, please.’
I now rolled her onto the side and started to intensely
fuck her asshole. She was going nuts, squeezing her
tits, twisting her ass and making all sorts of noise.
She was cumming again.
I was now almost all the way in. She speeded up the
pace. I was now fucking this tight hole for what I was
worth. She was working it, rocking back and forth,
telling me how to do. Teresa grabbed my hand from her
tits and placed it on her pussy, only saying, ‘fast,’
as she rubbed my hand back and forth on her pussy. I
followed her lead and she moaned loudly, rocking her
ass back to me, tightening the asshole to the point
where I was cumming.
‘Oooh baby, fuck me, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me baby,’
she now yelled, as Jeb, who was gagged, tried to utter
something, his little dick sticking up in his shorts.
I lengthened the strokes, speeding up, going all the
way in and out of her asshole, as I cummed I grunted,
‘uuugh, uuugh, uugh,’ releasing a hard shooting seed
into her bowels as she now spasmed, her hand, holding
my hand rubbing fast and hard on her pussy as she came
again.
I laid there behind her, my dick still hard and
embedded in her asshole. She continued to wiggle it,
draining everything she could from my dick.
Teresa turned her head sideways asking me softly, ‘who
are you/’ I replied, ‘a fantasy.’
‘I love you. Remove your mask and tell me,’ Teresa
said.
I paused, thinking it was a ploy to catch me off guard,
then I said ‘no.’
I got up, grabbed her by the hand and walked over to
the table where Jeb was. My cum was leaking from her
ass, down her legs. I removed the gag from Jeb’s mouth
and told him to lick. He started licking my cum from
her smelly asshole. She loosened her muscles and huge
gobs of brownish-colored, shit-stained cum ran from it.
Jeb acted as if he didn’t want to do it. I slapped the
hell out of him and told him to lick and swallow. She
started to giggle as he did it, cleaning it well. Then
she slipped in a fart, right into his face and grinned
as she said, ‘oh, excuse me. I guess some air got
trapped.’
Jeb was in defeat. He looked miserable in a way, his
manhood twice tested and whipped by someone who had
twice slipped up on him. This guy was really humiliated
and I could tell. Now Teresa was rubbing it in, ready
to drop him for some masked long cocked guy.
We walked to the bathroom with me warning her not to
try anything funny. She said she wouldn’t. This woman
was totally at ease with me, the guy who had dominated
her sexually from behind a mask. Why wasn’t she this
way at home.
I took a soapy towel and washed her up. I did the same
with my still hard member. Without asking a word,
Teresa dropped to her knees there in the bathroom and
started taking me down her throat. She had one hand
working me and the other rubbing her cunt. She was
really hot now. And I couldn’t stand her rubbing that
sweet thing any longer. I laid her on the floor, held
her hands together on her stomach and started to eat
her again. She giggled, she squealed and cummed again.
I pulled her up and we went to the back bedroom where
the money was hidden, and I laid her on the bed. This
pussy was mine now. I entered her slowly, pacing it in
and out, back and forth, keeping her arousal at a peak.
We fucked and fucked for about 30 minutes, with her
cumming twice more. As I started to cum I jumped up,
pulling out of her and putting my dick into her mouth.
She jumped up, pushed me to the mattress and went to
work throating that large rod, swallowing every drop
and then licking it.
She laid back and giggled again.
I told her I had to handcuff her again. She asked if I
was leaving. I said yes. She recited her telephone
number and asked me to call her. I was shocked.
Secretly I was outraged that she would ask a rapist
such.
I then took a roll of 25 $100 bills and eased them into
her pussy and told her it was well worth it. She
giggled again, saying she could feel the money slipping
out. Not to worry, I took her back into the front room,
put her panties onto her so the money wouldn’t fall out
and started duct taping her hands together in the front
so she could work free in a few minutes after I left. I
took the tape from the camcorder, and like on the first
visit, stole the camcorder and money from Jeb’s
pockets. I also took the pistol and the money boxes.
I told Teresa where the key to the handcuffs was. She
looked toward my voice and whispered, ‘can I have a
kiss?’
It would be awkward kissing her through this ski mask,
but I slid tongue into her mouth and she sucked,
rubbing her body onto mine.
I placed her into the closet and told her if she kept
working her hands the duct tape would loosen in about
10 minutes. I walked into the front room slapped Jeb
some more. I then repeated the ass whipping I had given
him yesterday. He was nude except for his underwear. I
whipped his ass until the welts bled. I was beating the
hell out of him when he spat out the gag begging,
‘please stop. Please stop. Please don’t hurt me!’
I was pissed already as this old bastard lay sprawled
on the floor, kicking and crying like a baby, his arms
extended toward the table leg where the cuffs held him
snug.
I was still hard and I had to piss. I told him to sit
in the chair again. He did it. Now I told him to open
his mouth. I pissed hard into his mouth then paused the
piss. ‘Swallow it bitch,’ I commanded.
Jeb swallowed the hot piss as I stared at the dried up,
shit-stained cum that had run down his chin, landing on
his stomach.
I then stuck my dick into his mouth and started pissing
hard making him gag as he tried to swallow every drop.
After making him suck me for a few minutes, I turned
him over and applied the KY Jelly into his asshole. He
was really begging now for me to stop.
I placed on a condom and entered slow but really hard.
I was fucking Jeb like a bitch again. He was making
little ‘aww, aww, oooh,’ sounds throughout. He was
tight and it was hurting him. I picked up the pace,
trying to rush a cum, after fucking him 10 minutes or
so, bumping his head into that huge oak table leg, I
was ready. I got up, grabbed his head while I sat in
the chair and shot into his throat. I made him suck it
bone dry.
I knew I hadn’t hurt his dick enough the first time.
Now I was content that he wouldn’t fuck Teresa for
another month. I grabbed a hold of it and placed the
lighter on the bottom, he yelled in pain, falling to
the floor. I wasn’t through yet. I repeated it while he
cried. Then I grabbed it, held the head of it tightly
in my hands and put the lighter to it. He almost
fainted as he tried to get away while the lighter burnt
the cherry red tip of his dick. He yelled, convulsed
and started kicking like he was passing out.
With that, I left and ran across the opening to the
woods, getting into my SUV heading back to the city. I
got home, put up my things and stuck in another tape
from the foot locker as I counted the money.
This one also had women from the church in various
stages of undress. Jeb had hidden this camera in
women’s locker room. He got some hellified shots of
some lovely women in the nude. Then it changed, there’s
Jeb’s face getting the camera into focus in his office.
Yea, there goes my wife Teresa, as he puts the moves on
her. She started giving him oral. Now he’s banging her
from the back. I fast forward to a week later. I can’t
believe my eyes when I see who’s next. It’s little
Marie Jones, the 14-year-old kid whose mother had
problems with her. Marie had run away a couple times
and police picked her up and brought her home. She
didn’t have a father in the house and her mother,
Katie, worked for my law firm as a paralegal.
They were talking on the tape when all of a sudden, Jeb
gets up and goes to stand in front of her. He reached
into his pocket and started laying out $20 bills. There
were 15 bills laid out. Marie smiled as she grabbed
them. She started giving Jeb head. Now Jeb has this
little child laid on his desk and he’s eating her out.
Next he put on a condom and had sex with her. I didn’t
know how, but I had to get this to the police.
It was 4:30 p.m. and Melody called. I told her I’d get
ready right away. I had finished the count. $486,000
cash I had took from Jeb. There was an extensive
ledger, documenting each deposit and where it came
from. I was sure some had come from the church, but
would check that later.
Within the hour, I picked up Melody. With the boys at
my parent's house, she and I took the two hour trip to
the resort area. We immediately got a couple of hotel
rooms, put our things away and went out for a nice
meal. Then we went to hear live jazz, grab a few drinks
and headed over to the horse racing track. I had
brought along about $5,000 of Jeb’s money. I placed
some high stakes bets and won $65,000 catching the
superfecta on a seven way boxed bet. I would not have
won that money if it wasn’t for Jeb’s money. No way in
the world would I have sunk $1,500 of my own into a
single ticket.
I had the money wired to my bank account and we left,
headed back to the hotel, as Melody snuggled under me,
kissing me and rubbing my head and back.
We got back to the room and it was sex, sex, and more
sex. Anyway, all the way. I came three times that
night, and she said she felt as if I had gotten her
pregnant I was in so deep.
The next day we learned Jeb was hospitalized from an
alleged attack by as usual, ‘some black guys,’ who
robbed him – the lie they always used.
Over the next month, I learned that Melody was pregnant
with my child. Teresa had resorted to her coldhearted
ways and actually moved in with Jeb when she filed for
divorce.
I was drinking whiskey and was really pissed when
Teresa out of the blue, comes by after being gone for
more than a month, and walks into the house saying she
wanted to take some precious coins my grandfather had
given me. That was not going to happen.
Teresa would not leave. Melody wasn’t home to calm her
down, so I got really physical, grabbing her slinging
her across the floor and cussing her. Teresa got very
quiet and sort of submissive acting, saying ‘that’s OK.
You can keep them. I’ll just leave.’
‘Leave hell, I told her. I’m fucking you bitch!’
Teresa stood bewildered. I told her to remove her
clothing. She stared at me, refusing until I had
slapped her. Then she started slowly to remove them.
The welts were gone. As I suckled her breasts and found
her wet cunt with my finger, Jeb called her on the
phone.
She didn’t answer it. I took the phone and asked, ‘what
the fuck do you want? Call back. I’m fucking my wife
preacher!’ then slammed down the telephone. He called
right back and I took the telephone off the hook.
Teresa, still figuring me out, not used to seeing me
act so defiant of her command, settled back and let me
have my way.
As I sucked her breasts, Teresa started to moan,
pushing them to my mouth as my finger played in her
wetness. I was rubbing lightly, barely inserted into
her pussy and she started cooing as I fingered her. I
was hard as a rock now and told her, ‘suck my dick now
bitch!’
She wasted no time, as I backed off the tits, in
pulling loose my belt, unzipping my pants and sucking
me like her life depended on it. I flipped her around
and laid beneath her. We were now in a 69 and I was
trying to find her throat with every thrust of my
manhood into her mouth. She would gag some, then
giggle.
As I licked her wet, slightly salty cunt she wiggled
and moaned, pushing that auburn bush right down onto my
mouth. She was in ecstasy. Now I moved up, licking the
crack of her asshole and she shuddered, pausing as if
not sure what was happening. I continued, then eased a
finger into her asshole, the tight little puckered
thing.
‘Aaaw shit baby! Aww damn baby. Fuck me anywhere you
want baby, but please fuuuuck me,’ Teresa begged now.
I went to the task, rising up to mount her missionary
style. I went straight into her pussy, pushing all the
way into her warmth as she cooed, moaned and locked
lips with me, savoring the taste of her pussy – my gift
from between her legs. We fucked long and hard. After
about thirty minutes and her three orgasms, I came,
expelling my load into her cervix. Teresa shuttered,
gasping for air as her face went flush.
I remained in her, making side to side movements as my
dick was still hard. She licked my face, kissed me and
started confessing her love.
About that time, Teresa’s cell phone started buzzing
with a text message and the doorbell started to ring.
She cut off the telephone and I looked out the window.
The old bastard was standing there looking crazy. We
ignored it. After a few minutes, I could hear my
neighbor, Andy, telling Jeb if we didn’t answer we
weren’t home and that he should leave.
Jeb was intimidated by Andy, who stands about 6’3’’ and
weighs 355. He’s a former pro football player.
As Jeb left, we continued to go at it in all positions.
After an hour or so, I broke Teresa down and fucked her
ass. She was elated at the pleasure.
After what seemed half a day of lovemaking, we sat up
and talked about our lives. Teresa wanted to come back
home. I told her she could if she were willing to share
me with her sister Melody. She agreed we would do it.
Fast forward two years –
Melody had my baby girl, Sarah, three months ago. A
month later, Teresa had my other girl, Aja.
We have since moved from the city we had lived in, some
450 miles away to a new town, a new life. We live with
our children under the same roof. Melody and I have
opened our own law firm and are doing rather well.
Melody dates a guy, who was my choice for her. He works
with us, but is really a cover for our relationship so
the kids can grow up normally. His name appears on the
birth certificate, but he knows the game. He gets a
little every now and then using a condom. He can take
her to social events sometimes.
But at night, and 95 percent of the times, she’s mine,
as is my wife. And we’re each other’s.
During the holidays when we visit family, we usually
send the kids down a few days in advance so we can
bundle up in that wicked threesome for days at a time.
We kept Jeb’s money and I came clean with my wife and
my woman, her sister, about the beating and robbery of
Jeb and Teresa, as it was the only way I could save
Teresa.
I sent copies of the secretly recorded tapes Jeb had to
police and he was arrested and has been sentenced to 20
years in prison for possession of child pornography,
for enticing a child into illicit sex, and about 40
other charges stemming from the tapes he took.
The church fired him and successfully sued to take his
land, which sold at auction for $1.7 million – much
more than he had stolen.
And seeing how I was the lawyer who brought it all to
light, I was the one who represented the church,
getting 10 percent of that $1.7million, which I donated
back, seeing how I had already taken my vengeance on
Jeb.
And to boot, Melody and I represented the bulk of women
who had been secretly recorded, netting about $6
million from Jeb’s private insurance carrier, of which
we did keep 40 percent as is the law.
And there were 29 tapes in the bundle, which like
Teresa, women had voluntarily consented to without
their husband’s knowledge. Well, I kept those and let
each woman know what I had and how to get them erased,
or so they think. I’ve fucked them all to keep me quiet
about it. And they’re at my disposal at any time. So I
make frequent trips back home to visit.
And by the way, among those women whom Jeb had boned on
tape was no other than my mother in law Barbara, a 55-
year-old sexy doll who since then has given it to me at
least twice a month with me flying home or her staying
with us a few days every other week under the pretense
of visiting grandchildren.
My two aunts, Madeline and Pauline were also among
them. At 44 and 45, we’ve fucked like rabbits whenever
we could. And Madeline has moved near us. You see, she
also had my baby.
And as I write this, Melody is again pregnant. She’s
three months right now, with a little boy. I’d better
get up and go to the bedroom. Teresa’s dildo is not
enough penetration for Melody’s hot blond bush, so I
need to go fuck my wife and her sister. I’m ready.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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