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Jeannie's Revenge
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Jeannie wants to lose her virginity to the good looking 
guy at school but it has to be right. When she denies 
him, he dumps her. That's when Jeannie seeks her 
revenge. But things don't go the way she planned. (MF-
teens, nc)

***

Jeannie was a typical seductress in waiting, petite, 
dark hair and very pretty with a smile that just gave 
most straight guys a hard on every time.

An only child, Jeannie was spoilt by her parents and 
wanted for very little, having the latest designer 
clothing, records, technology or whatever. They lived 
humbly, however, in a small end of terrace house in the 
outskirts of London where her father ran his own 
successful business and her mum was a full time 
housewife. A two litre car in the drive completed the 
picture of serenity and comfort.

As Jeannie grew up, she went to the local comprehensive 
school and mingled with kids of her own age and class. 
Although she had been spoilt rotten, she was not 
flamboyant in her attitude nor was she holier than 
thou.

She went through puberty in much the same way as her 
peers had and she had fancied the same boys as her 
peers, too.

Having reached the age of consent, Jeannie was not 
prepared to go and have her cherry popped just by 
anyone. She knew it had to be special and she had her 
sights set on Ted. Ted was the school charmer, good 
looking and he knew it. Confident bordering on 
arrogant, Ted had dated most of the girls in the school 
and where possible, snogged, groped, fondled or fucked, 
depending on how far they were prepared to go, 
ceremoniously dumping them should they start to talk 
about him or suggest they were anything more than 
casual acquaintances. Ted was not prepared to get tied 
down to one permanent girl friend when there were so 
many more girls prepared to drop their knickers for 
him.

Jeannie, in her innocence, had always thought that she 
would be the one to change his mind, to settle down 
with her and go steady and, maybe after university, 
take the relationship further and settle down properly, 
marriage and kids and stuff.

Ted had never quite around to dating Jeannie, mostly 
because he had been too preoccupied with those who were 
throwing themselves at his feet. His ego could only 
take so much and so he had to charm them and fuck them 
before they saw through his charade and realised he was 
an opportunistic bastard!

Jeannie had heard various elements of gossip ranging 
from the fact he was hung like a stallion to the fact 
he was impotent. Some girls were happy to exaggerate 
how good he was and that they dumped him for an even 
better guy, to those who had been subjected to his 
uncaring approach and forgetting about them the moment 
he'd ejaculated.

Unperturbed, Jeannie went about her business to ensnare 
Ted into a date and had purposely arranged to be where 
she knew he'd be one lunchtime. It was mid June and the 
weather in London was hot and dry. Having discarded of 
her cardigan which she had used to disguise her uniform 
slightly, she surreptitiously sat herself on the grass 
next to Ted. He glanced at her momentarily before 
taking a second look. Jeannie had ensured he blouse had 
been unbuttoned enough to reveal the fact she was bra-
less underneath and she noticed Ted eyeing up her ample 
bust as she sat next to him, breathing heavily to 
accentuate her breasts.

Ted began chatting to Jeannie and after a while, they 
took a walk away from the madding crowds so they could 
have a little privacy. Not that you could be that 
private in a school playing field, but you could be far 
enough away for your audience not to directly 
interfere.

Jeannie sat on the grass, one knee bent revealing more 
of her thigh than might otherwise be decent. Ted, 
however, had no complaints as he took in the view and 
his own breathing increased in excitement.

Reaching forward, Ted took her chin in his hand and 
turned it to face him. Jeannie stopped talking and 
realised Ted was about to kiss her and she closed her 
eyes and melted as their lips met for the first time. 
She had been kissed by other boy friends but they had 
been wet, sloppy kisses, the likes you usually get from 
long lost aunties at Christmas.

She felt his hand drop from her chin and within 
seconds, it had cupped her breast, gently caressing her 
through her blouse. Jeannie gasped in eager 
anticipation as Ted continued to kiss her, his tongue 
violating her oral cavity as it explored her mouth. 
Jeannie struggled to contain her breathing which was 
beginning to spiral out of control and with it, her own 
sense of decency. She wanted Ted so much and she would 
have been happy to have given her virginity to him but 
not here on the school playing field in full view of 
everyone. It was not right and besides, she wanted her 
first time to be special and memorable, not some 
quickie behind a tree at school. 

Yet Jeannie also wanted to let Ted know she was not 
teasing him, leading him on some merry dance. Jeannie 
pulled away from the kiss and smiled sweetly at Ted.

"Not here and not now," she whispered, using her 
knowing smile to convince him she was not winding him 
up. 

"When, then?" he asked with some urgency. The bulge in 
his trousers was becoming most uncomfortable.

"The weekend," she replied confidently. Ted smiled 
weakly and Jeannie wondered what was on his mind. She 
guessed he must have felt frustrated and she left it at 
that for the time being. She would find out soon enough 
what his plans were.

***

It was on the following day that Jeannie was on her way 
to the school library. She had a free period and 
intended to get her nose into some research for her 
course work when she was intercepted by the deputy 
head. He gave her a sealed envelope and asked her to 
hand it personally to Mr Crouch, the boys games master. 
Jeannie was not overly pleased, she hated Mr Crouch who 
she thought was a creep. He had a reputation for eyeing 
up the girls as they developed into ladies and everyone 
felt their flesh crawl when he was around. But as the 
changing rooms were on her way, Jeannie agreed with 
some reluctance and made the short detour.

As she approached the changing rooms, there was virtual 
silence. Mr Crouch had obviously taken the boys out 
onto the field for their athletics coaching, a regular 
event during the last few weeks of the summer term. 
This meant a bigger detour to the playing fields and 
Jeannie groaned inwardly. The time was ticking away and 
it was her free period and she had a mountain of work 
to complete, else she'd be locked away in her room 
every night and, more importantly, over the weekend 
which she had alternative plans for.

Jeannie was just about to turn and walk away when she 
heard a shuffling noise coming from the changing rooms. 
Aware that she should not venture into the boys 
changing area, she remained outside the double blue 
doors and gently pushed one of the doors so she could 
peer through. The noises happened again and she 
wondered if Crouch had sent the boys out alone to train 
whilst he gathered some kit together. Tentatively, she 
opened the door wider and she was just about to call 
out his name when a shadow appeared beyond the changing 
area.

To Jeannie's surprise, Ted was responsible for making 
the shuffling noises. He had arrived late for the 
lesson and had obviously been told to change and meet 
them all on the playing field. Ted had been bent over 
as though taking his shirt off had been quite arduous 
and as he shuffled around, retrieving his sports kit 
from his bag, more of his body came into view. Jeannie 
stood, her breath held, as she saw his bare buttocks 
staring back at her. She had always admired Tee's back 
side and had yearned to dig her nails into his soft, 
fleshy buttocks. 

Ted was in no hurry to dress and join the lads outside 
and, oblivious to Jeannie's presence, he continued to 
mill around naked. As he turned slightly, Jeannie could 
see his penis and, to her amazement, he was erect, 
sporting the biggest stiffy she'd ever seen. Many of 
the girls who he'd shafted had said he'd been very well 
endowed and even at the distance he was away from her, 
Jeannie estimated he was a good nine inches. 
Instinctively, she felt herself moisten and her hand 
moved towards her own crotch. 

Ted then began to masturbate himself, his hand 
pleasuring himself as it moved slowly along the entire 
shaft and round over the head of his cock, slowly 
drawing the foreskin back and repeating the process, 
his pace increasing as he became more aroused.

With his eyes almost closed, he threw his head back and 
his mind was imagining some event, either with a 
previous partner or imagining some future partner. From 
the corner of his eye, he spotted Jeannie and stopped 
dead in his tracks. He turned to face her and Jeannie 
remained rooted to the spot, her face red with 
embarrassment but paralysed, scared to move or do 
anything.

"Come here" he ordered, curling his finger to indicate 
she should enter the boys changing rooms. Jeannie 
looked behind her furtively and seeing no one was 
watching her, she stepped inside.

"I-I... was looking for Mr. Crouch," Jeannie garbled. 

"What do you want creepy Crouch for, anyway?" Ted 
asked. Jeannie was unable to take her eyes off of Ted's 
enormous erection.

"Err," Jeannie stammered, "I've got some mail for him 
from the office."

"I'll give it to him," Ted said bossily, holding out 
his hand. Jeannie passed him the brown envelope and Ted 
placed it on the bench where his holdall was.

"Now, then..." Ted continued, "about the weekend. I was 
thinking, why wait?" 

Jeannie looked confused but he took her hand and pulled 
her close to him, planting his lips against hers. 
Jeannie was scared that they'd be caught but excited at 
the same time. After all, she had the advantage of 
being fully clothed and had a legitimate excuse to be 
in the boys changing rooms.

Ted was wasting no time, the games session was only an 
hour long and the lads would be back to change ready 
for the next lessons in about forty minutes. Reaching 
up to fondle Jeannie, Ted was disappointed to find 
Jeannie had worn a bra today.

Ted fumbled blindly at her ample bosom and Jeannie's 
mind tumbled with exhilaration and fear. She'd longed 
for the moment she could be alone with Ted, to embrace 
him properly and allow her actions to demonstrate her 
feelings for him. He was good looking, hunky and had a 
fantastic personality even if he was a trifle 
conceited. 

For Ted, Jeannie would do almost anything and from a 
sexual point of view, nothing was out of bounds but 
there was only one thing Jeannie wanted and that was 
for their first time to be special, alone in a 
comfortable bedroom with soft music playing and a comfy 
pillow to rest on. The cold tiled floor of the boy's 
dressing room was not Jeannie's idea of luxury or 
romance. 

And that was the key; Jeannie was looking for romance 
and Ted was looking merely to get his end away, a warm 
wet home to house his erection for a few moments before 
despatching millions of miniature tadpoles into her 
inexperienced and willing pussy.

"Not here," Jeannie blubbered, pulling away from the 
kiss. Ted pretended not to hear her protests, his hand 
unbuttoning the front of her blouse. She had teased him 
enough and he was not going to relinquish his prize 
quite so easy.

"No!" she barked again, pulling herself away from his 
lecherous clutches and smoothing down her skirt before 
redoing her buttons.

"What the fuck?" Ted barked, "You're nothing but a 
fucking prick teaser, you!"

Jeannie looked shocked.

"No, that's unfair" she cried, "I do want us to... you 
know..." Jeannie said, her eyes suddenly looking 
shiftily to the floor, not wanting to appear some sort 
of cheap slut, "...but I want it to be special. 
Somewhere nice where there isn't the smell of dirty 
socks and sweaty armpits!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Ted responded, sarcastically. "What 
are you gonna do, huh? Hire the fucking London Hilton 
or something?"

"No," Jeannie responded, rising to his bait, "I was 
hoping we could do something this weekend. Your folks 
are always out at the weekend and I thought..."

"Nah!" Ted responded automatically, "This is your 
chance. Take it or leave it!"

Jeannie looked in his eyes and saw nothing but contempt 
and her eyes began to well up with tears.

"But I thought I was special to you," she blubbered. 
Ted sneered at her.

"You wouldn't buy a dress without trying it first, 
would you?" he grinned and Jeannie could see the malice 
in his face.

"Bastard!" she bawled, reaching out to slap his face. 
Ted swerved backwards, easily avoiding her making 
contact with him.

"I don't think you should be in here" Ted smirked, 
reaching for his sports top, "Creepy Crouch will be 
looking for me in a moment!"

Jeannie huffed and stormed out of the changing rooms, 
her mind rotating between anger, hatred, disappointment 
and a sense of loss. She was experiencing the emotions 
of loss, just like bereavement and would continue to 
ride the emotional roller coaster until acceptance had 
taken hold.

She had hidden in the girl's room for almost an hour, 
crying and sobbing to herself.

She had made her excuses for missing her next lesson 
and had found her best friend, Debs, who she confided 
in. Meanwhile, Ted had wasted no time in spreading 
untrue rumours about Jeannie, about how she had found 
him in the boys changing area and how she had molested 
him, trying to give him a blow job and begging for his 
meat.

And so the juvenile games continued, neither wanting to 
appear the slut or the bastard and countering each 
one's rumours with something more extreme.

***

Friday afternoon arrived and Jeannie was stood outside 
the gates waiting for Debs to arrive so they could walk 
home together. Jeannie looked around and saw Billy 
watching her from the seat of his motorbike. He had his 
helmet hanging by the straps on the handlebars and he 
nonchalantly took a silk cut cigarette from a packet 
and lit up. He was trying to show off, now he was old 
enough to ride a motorbike and smoke, he was 
endeavouring to give the impression he was more mature 
than his peers.

It had been impossible for Billy to have avoided the 
rumours that were circulating about Jeannie and, being 
the opportunist that he was, he saw an opportunity and 
had devised a cunning plan. He'd always fancied 
Jeannie, as indeed most of the lads from her year did, 
but as she had devoted herself to celibacy until an 
opportunity with Ted came along, she had given everyone 
the cold shoulder. But now she had been rejected and 
was vulnerable, her defences were low and she was ripe 
for the picking.

"Waiting for Debs?" Billy asked as he walked over, 
cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth like in 
the James Dean posters. Jeannie nodded, averting her 
gaze back towards the school buildings. Debs usually 
took her time, taking for ever in the girls room 
applying her make up. Girls were forbidden make up in 
school but outside of school was not their problem and 
Debs would use the school facilities to doll herself up 
for the journey home, often stopping off at the 
shopping centre or the coffee shop for some social 
interaction.

"So, are you doing anything nice this weekend?" he 
asked tentatively.

"No!" Jeannie responded coldly. She'd had grand plans 
of being seduced by Ted and now he'd dumped her before 
ever going out with her, Jeannie's plans had been 
scuppered.

"I've got the soundtrack to the new movie at home. My 
uncle brought it back with him from the States, it's 
not available here yet. Have you heard it?" Billy 
asked. Jeannie shook her head.

"Have you really got it?" she asked. Billy nodded.

"Yeah, he gave it to me last night. I've not even 
opened it yet. Tell you what, why don't you come to my 
house tomorrow afternoon and we can listen to it 
together?" Billy suggested.

"I-I don't know..." Jeannie stammered.

"Oh, sorry!" Billy said, bowing his head in mock 
embarrassment, "If you've got a date or something, you 
ought to go."

"My date has cancelled on me," Jeannie responded, her 
eyes filling with woe.

"You're joking?" Billy responded. His disbelief was 
almost plausible and he wondered if he should quit 
education and study acting as he was putting on an 
Oscar winning performance!

"No date this weekend," Jeannie affirmed. Billy smiled 
at her in a friendly way.

"Tell you what, I think you need some cheering up. Why 
not be at my house tomorrow at two o'clock and we'll 
listen to the new soundtrack and maybe we'll go out for 
a sundae at that new joint down by the canal?"

Jeannie was not really in the mood for any of this, she 
just wanted to loaf about in her room with her own 
books and music and have a bit of personal time. Yet, 
by the same token, she felt lonely and useless. Billy 
was showing her some interest and she enjoyed the 
attention and it was slowly dawning on her that if Ted 
didn't want her, some one else would.

She looked at Billy in his leather jacket and his smile 
which, in her state of virtual bereavement, looked 
genuine. He was a nice lad, a bit cocky and jack the 
lad, but seemed a decent sort. She knew very little 
about him other than he had a younger brother and his 
dad lived abroad. Jeannie was aware that he was always 
well dressed, not dressed via the charity shop like 
some of the kids, and his motorbike was the current 
registration. Furthermore, she'd heard very few rumours 
about him and was not one of the lads who was always 
being hauled up in front of the head teacher.

"OK!" she nodded, feeling herself smile for the first 
time in many days. The hot sun disappeared momentarily 
behind a small cloud, making her relieved for the 
temporary respite from its burning heat, only for the 
sun to reappear a few moments later. In that split 
second, Jeannie felt that shift in her character, 
almost as though the sun had triggered her mental 
state. She would be happy to have a date with Billy and 
it would serve Ted right for being such an arsehole.

Billy smiled and flicked away his cigarette butt. With 
Jeannie in agreement, it was time to put his plans into 
action.

***

Jeannie had spent much of Saturday morning loafing 
around at home. Being an only child, her parents were 
incredibly protective of her as well as being very 
flexible. Jeannie had never been given heaps of tasks 
to do and other than keeping her room tidy and doing 
some of her own ironing, she'd not been inundated with 
chores. As a result, her weekends were pretty much her 
own.

She had dressed conservatively, not wanting to be too 
forward on her first date. Besides which, Jeannie still 
hankered over Ted and hoped she might still be in with 
a chance if he felt jealous enough.

The weather was cloudy and cool in total contrast to 
the blistering heat of the previous week. A cool 
westerly breeze blew in from across the Irish Sea 
bathing the country in a more temperate environment, 
less humid and easier to sleep at night. Jeannie had 
decided to wear some smart blue denim jeans and a 
white, short sleeved top with a V neck, not too 
plunging but enough to accentuate her lovely shape.

She arrived ten minutes late, in a fashionable way. 
Billy greeted her and invited her into his house. The 
hallway was adorned with photographs of Billy and his 
younger brother at various stages of their development 
and Jeannie smiled to herself. It wasn't just Jeannie's 
parents that doted on their kids!

"Meet my mum" Billy said as he led the way into the 
sitting room. Billy's mother sat on the sofa with a 
novel in one hand, a cigarette in the other and a fresh 
hot coffee beside her. She acknowledged Jeannie and 
made some polite conversation before Billy said they 
were going to his room to listen to his new soundtrack. 
If Billy's mum was concerned about him taking a girl to 
his room, she showed no emotion, returning to the pages 
of her book straight away.

Billy led the way upstairs and on the landing were more 
photographs of Billy as a baby and his younger brother, 
John.

"Where is John, anyway?" Jeannie enquired.

"Oh, he's at football this afternoon. He plays for the 
local team, centre half or something," he said, waving 
his hand casually. "He won't be back until after tea 
time as the club do them a fish and chip supper or 
something."

Before Jeannie could respond, Billy had ushered her 
into the room he shared with John. A bunk bed sat 
against one wall and against the other was a long 
wooden desk with a computer and a large colour TV. 
Beside that was Billy's sound system which, for the 
time, was a state of the art affair.

Pictures of the current Manchester United line up were 
pinned to the wall and a wardrobe with the door half 
ajar with strewn clothes was positioned against the 
back wall near the door. 

Billy busied himself sorting out the music he had used 
as a bait to attract Jeannie to his house. He had been 
a little disappointed that Jeannie had dressed so 
blandly. He had seen her out at a weekend before with 
her girl friends and she had worn short skirts and 
loose fitting tops, often without a bra. But she had 
taken the time and effort to come to his house and so 
he would take the opportunity to exploit the situation 
to his full advantage.

The music began and before Jeannie had a chance to 
speak, Billy had wrapped his arms around her as though 
he wanted to dance with her but promptly placed his 
lips over hers. He kissed Jeannie and her heart thumped 
like a drum. She expected Billy to make a move on her 
at some point but she'd barely taken her coat off 
before he had pounced. 

Scared of his speed and intensity, Jeannie pulled away 
from his embrace.

"Let's dance first, shall we?" she suggested. Billy 
smiled.

"We can dance and kiss at the same time," he said, 
moving his feet at the same time as planting his lips 
back on to hers. Jeannie felt pressured into the 
intimacy and had it been Ted, she would have been more 
accepting but she had no real feelings for Billy as 
yet. Sure, he was a nice lad, good looking and some 
fancy clothing but he was still a virtual stranger and 
she was very unsure about making out quite so soon.

Whilst her mind tried to make sense out of the 
situation, her ordeal worsened as Billy reached up, 
cupping a breast in his hand and squeezing gently 
through the soft cotton material of her top. 

"Stop," she muttered, trying to push him away but his 
arms were too strong.

"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music is too loud!" he 
exclaimed, planting his lips back against hers. Jeannie 
squirmed some more and reluctantly, Billy released her. 
Jeannie stood, gasping for breath and wishing she was 
nearer the door so she could rush down stairs and 
escape. Billy, however, stood in the way staring at her 
with his hands on his hips.

He wiped his forearm across his forehead as though he 
were sweating.

"My, it is warm in here," he suggested and suddenly 
pulled his T shirt over his head, revealing his 
slightly tanned skin. He folded his T shirt neatly and 
placed it on a fold up wooden chair. Jeannie stood, 
riveted to the spot, uncertain what game he was 
playing. She would shortly find out.

Still feigning heat exhaustion, Billy began to unbuckle 
his belt and with a speed that belied his nonchalance, 
he removed his trousers and folded them neatly. Through 
his skin tight briefs, Jeannie could see the outline of 
his enlarged penis and dread hit her like a bucket of 
lard!

Hooking his thumbs into the elasticated waist band, he 
dropped his pants revealing his complete nakedness to 
her. Again, he folded his clothing neatly, placing his 
underwear on top of his pile of clothing. 

Jeannie held her breath as he stepped towards her, his 
arms outstretched like some spook out of some kids 
cartoon. He wrapped his arms around Jeannie, holding 
her close to his naked body and he gently kissed her 
cheek.

"Touch it," he urged her. Jeannie shook her head 
defiantly but Billy persevered.

"Go on, touch it," he said again. Jeannie had dated 
before and had felt enlarged penis' before but other 
than babies, she had never seen a mature cock before 
and was simultaneously scared but also mesmerised. 
Slowly, she reached out for his erection, her movement 
would almost have seemed faster if it had been in slow 
motion. In what seemed like an eternity, her hand 
touched his cock for the first time and Jeannie was 
shocked by the heat that emanated from it.

Amazed by its firmness yet slightly spongy, Jeannie 
closed her palm around his throbbing member. Billy 
resumed his kissing, his lips meeting Jeannie's and his 
tongue infiltrating her space. His hands also resumed 
his cupping and caressing of her breasts and try as she 
might, Jeannie could not prevent her nipples from 
hardening.

Again, Billy tugged at her clothing and Jeannie 
continued to resist. She was scared yet excited at the 
same time. She was happy to feel attractive to Billy 
and, even more, for him to want her. It would also have 
been great ammunition to throw back in Ted's face yet 
somehow, she didn't feel quite ready for anything other 
than some kissing and cuddling. 

But as Billy unclasped her bra through her cotton T 
shirt, she felt more like a woman than ever. She'd been 
a girl too long, now she was grown up and felt like 
acting like a grown up. 

Reluctantly, she lowered her guard, allowing Billy to 
pull the hem of her T shirt up, revealing her breasts 
which were only loosely covered by the material of her 
bra. Eagerly, Billy caressed her and Jeannie felt 
embarrassed about her erect nipples. She wasn't some 
easy, cheap slut but her nipples implied she was ready 
for whatever Billy was to suggest.

Embarrassment was soon overtaken by fear as Billy 
removed his tongue from Jeannie's mouth and whispered 
to her.

"Suck it!" he commanded. Jeannie's heart almost 
stopped.

"No, I'm not ready for that yet" she pleaded.

"It's OK..." Billy soothed. "I won't hurt you. Suck it, 
please!"

Jeannie shook her head and her eyes began to well up.

"I-I... can't," Jeannie stuttered. Despite his 
frustration and disappointment, Billy continued to chip 
away at her resolve.

"Why not?" Billy asked, his voice mellow and calm. 
Jeannie paused for a few moments.

"I've never..." Jeannie stammered again, "...you 
know...?" she said, trying to hide her face which was 
reddening. It was humiliating to confess she had never 
done more than rub a cock before, let alone suck one. 
She had no idea what to do or how to do it. Besides, 
she wanted some romance, not just a quick fuck. There 
were enough lads at school who'd willingly fill her 
pussy if she wanted to without so much as a kiss.

Almost immediately the idea of a kiss hit her brain, 
then Billy spoke.

"Then why don't you just kiss my cock?" he suggested. 
It was spooky, like he'd been able to read her mind or 
something. Still uncertain, Jeannie nodded and sank to 
her knees, her breasts relieved from the firm pressure 
of Billy's warm, eager hands.

Taking his rod in her hand, slowly she caressed him, 
her hand slowly moving along the shaft of his cock, 
enjoying the sensation of his foreskin moving with her 
hand, slowly concealing and revealing his throbbing 
purple head. This could so easily have been Ted had he 
played his cards right, Jeannie mused to herself.

Gently and with some awkwardness, Jeannie leaned 
forward to kiss the shaft of Billy's hard erection. 
Billy moaned quietly in delight as Jeannie's warm, 
moist lips brushed against his cock and he tried 
desperately to think of football or fighter planes to 
take his mind off of the impending climax that was 
building.

Jeannie removed herself and despite her innocence and 
inexperience, she was aware that Billy might shoot his 
load into her face which something which she was not 
ready for. She'd heard from her friends at college who 
had already had experiences like this and how they had 
not been able to judge when it might happen. Some had 
enjoyed the sensations but most had been repulsed at 
the thought of salty semen trickling down their 
oesophagus. 

Still, the rumour that she had given head would not 
remain a secret for too long and Jeannie thought of the 
delight of seeing Ted's disappointed face knowing that 
it could so easily have been him. Jeannie had even 
considered swallowing Ted's semen and the revenge was 
sweet. 

Billy may have seemed a little irritated with Jeannie 
at first but he smiled, sweetly, and suggested they 
neck a little on his bed. Jeannie, relieved initially 
at Billy's compassion, agreed and he pointed to the top 
level of the bunk bed he shared with his younger 
brother. 

Jeannie mounted the steps gingerly, Billy right behind 
her pressing his body against hers preventing her from 
changing her mind. Jeannie looked behind her, seeing 
Billy's eager and panting face right behind her and 
forgetting about her height, bumped her head on the 
ceiling as she reached mattress level.

Billy almost pounced on her, spotting the opportunity 
and capitalising on it. With the best impression of 
concern he could muster, he stroked Jeannie's hair, 
kissing her face in the same way a mother would do to 
her baby. 

"Lie down" he ordered as though an expert in the 
medical field and he felt her head, looking for blood 
more than anything else. Happy she was showing no 
external signs of injury, he reached across her as he 
kissed her, his arm acting like some restraining device 
which Jeannie, in her shock, had initially been 
oblivious to.

His hands reached for her breasts again, lifting her T 
shirt up to reveal her petite but pretty nipples. His 
hands cupped her and his fingers tweaked her gently, 
enjoying the soft, supple sensation against his finger 
tips.

Jeannie was regaining her composure and as she did, so 
her fears increased. Before she could utter a 
complaint, Billy had placed his lips against hers 
again, trying to prevent her uttering any words of non 
consent. If she hadn't said the word "no" then he could 
not be held to blame for any consequences. Sure, she 
could have some sort of VD or other unpleasant disease 
but the rumours about her were fairly innocuous and 
Billy decided to take the gamble.

His hands released her breasts and wandered down her 
belly, reaching the waist band of her blue denim jeans. 
Jeannie began to panic as he unbuttoned her jeans and 
slid her zip down. She thrashed her head about until 
her mouth was free of Billy's.

"No! Stop it! Please!" she begged as his palm tried in 
vain to feel beyond her unshaven bush. 

"Oh come on!" Billy sighed, "I've shown you mine, the 
least you can do is to let me see yours!" 

"No. What if your Mum comes up?" she said in 
desperation.

"Look..." Billy began. "My Mum spends all day working 
so on a weekend she likes to sit and read her book and 
drink coffee all day. She won't disturb us. She went to 
the library this morning so she has a pile of Harold 
Robbins to catch up on!"

Jeannie tried to object further but Billy stopped her, 
mid sentence.

"All I want to do is look and touch a little, OK? Lift 
up your hips and I'll pull your jeans down just enough, 
OK?" he said, soothingly. Jeannie was still unhappy 
with the situation and maybe she could sense Billy's 
full intentions but she had to allow him the benefit of 
the doubt.

"OK" she agreed with reluctance, lifting her hips 
slightly. Billy smiled and carefully and subtly placed 
his fingers round the waist band of her jeans and just 
inside the elastic of her briefs. Then, with one swift 
move, he yanked he clothing down past her knees to her 
ankles.

Jeannie went to sit up but Billy pounced on her again, 
his lips finding hers as the palm of his hand caressed 
her pubic hair. Jeannie's mind was all over the place, 
excited but petrified of the outcome. She was not being 
raped as she had not actually told him to stop 
fingering her and although his unseasoned hands were 
rough and harsh, the sensation of someone else playing 
with her other than herself was somewhat exciting. She 
had often stimulated herself with her finger in bed and 
had even had an orgasm from the work of her own hand, 
yet having someone else arouse and stimulate was a 
totally different sensation to her.

Billy continued to exploit the situation and he 
wriggled slightly as they kissed.

"Just going to get comfortable," he told her with some 
authority and she lay on her back, wondering what was 
to come. She immediately found out.

Billy rolled on top of Jeannie, his knees in-between 
hers and with her ankles restrained by her clothing, 
she was powerless to resist. She knew she was about to 
loose her cherry and this was not how she imagined it 
to be, not the first time. She'd expected romance and 
love, not animal lust. Yet at the same time, her vagina 
felt as wet as it had ever been. She wanted to feel 
repulsed by her actions (or inactions) yet she some how 
needed to experience the inevitable.

"No!" she muttered, almost inaudibly but there was no 
conviction in her voice and Billy, always the 
opportunist, took full advantage.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" he asked, the 
question loaded and his voice containing just a hint of 
sarcasm. "You know how I feel about you, don't you?"

It was enough to confuse Jeannie and although she knew 
she should spit in his face or place her hand over her 
pussy, she hesitated. That was enough time for Billy to 
lower himself on to her and with the expertise he ought 
not to have had, guided the tip of his knob against her 
labia.

"You know you want it!" Billy smirked and Jeannie's 
eyes suddenly filled with fear, knowing that his weight 
was too much for her to push away and, almost on cue, 
he gently moved himself forward, his cock entering her 
for the first time and she gasped with surprise. 

Billy's cock glided in to her pussy with little 
resistance and Jeannie was not quite prepared for the 
sensations. It was larger than her fingers, both in 
length and thickness and she gasped with shock and then 
pain as her body fought to accommodate its size. She 
may be have been moist but her muscles had not prepared 
themselves to receive Billy's cock. Jeannie would later 
discover that Billy's cock was average and that other 
boy friends would be better endowed but she was having 
difficulty with this cock at the moment.

Billy, having penetrated her as deep as his five and a 
half inches would permit him, then began with withdraw 
before thrusting back into her. His belly smacking into 
hers made a slapping noise which Jeannie thought would 
be heard above the sound of the music playing in the 
background and she feared Billy's mum would reach the 
end of her chapter and come in search of the strange 
noise.

Yet Billy's mum was oblivious to what was happening 
above her in her son's bedroom and Jeannie was left 
with her pussy being pounded by young Billy.

Jeannie wanted to scream, to shout for help yet she 
knew she did not want to be caught by Billy's mum or 
anyone else for that matter. Her mind spun but as Billy 
continued to fuck her, Jeannie found her own arousal 
rising. She fought hard against the sensation as she 
did not want to appear some cheap slut who enjoyed 
being tricked into sex. Yet her breathing rate 
increased and her body began to tingle in places she 
never knew existed, a pre-cursor to an impending 
climax.

Her dignity was to be saved as Billy, his face now red 
with exertion, pulled his throbbing cock out and 
squirted his semen over her belly.

"Shit!" he exclaimed in possibly the least romantic way 
possible, wanking himself over her navel until every 
last drop had been removed from his now semi flaccid 
dick.

The music faded out and the album came to an end. Just 
then a voice could be heard from the bottom of the 
stairs.

"I've made some tea for you if you want to come down," 
Billy's mum called. Billy smiled to himself. She was 
always the perfect host and everyone got tea, even the 
burglars!

"Down in a minute, mum!" he called, wiping the sweat 
from his brow. His face still looked red, as though he 
were embarrassed and he climbed down his steps of his 
bunk bed to find his clothes.

"Can you get me something to clean this up with, 
please," Jeannie asked politely, trying to catch her 
breath and let her mind catch up with circumstances.

"Use your female ingenuity," Billy responded. He'd got 
what he wanted so Jeannie was now surplus to 
requirements. Jeannie was aware of the big mistake she 
had made and wondered if her endeavours to make Ted 
jealous had been worth it. She'd been out for revenge 
and instead, she'd become a victim. And to make matters 
worse, she was on a strangers bed with cum on her tummy 
and still had an orgasm within her.

Looking around for some tissue, Jeannie was 
disappointed and Billy was almost dressed again, his 
face slowly returning to normal colour. She knew she 
couldn't stay on his bed indefinitely and it would be 
embarrassing if his mum came up and found her like 
that. Jeannie felt around on the bed and under the 
pillow, she found Billy's pyjamas. 

"They'll do," she said to herself, wiping the large 
globules of white cum off of her belly, ensuring she 
removed every last remnant of his seed from her skin 
before carefully folding them back up and putting them 
under his pillow. It may not be much, but if Billy's 
younger brother sees Billy in semen stained pyjamas, he 
might get some verbal abuse. This may be the only 
revenge Jeannie would get on Billy.

As time progressed, she met a guy a little older than 
her who treated her like a lady and within a year of 
going steady, they were engaged and eventually married. 
Jeannie would show off her new partner to all and 
sundry and behave in seductive ways whilst out and 
about. 

They could often be seen in the corner of the pub where 
both Billy and Ted would frequent, Jeannie making out 
with her partner and wearing sexy, revealing clothing. 
It would turn her on to think that those who had first 
opportunity to have her as their partner had blown the 
chance and someone who really loved her was going to 
get her love.

Jeannie smiled to herself as she saw both her previous 
boyfriends watching her from a distance. She picked up 
her alcopop and raised the bottle as though proposing a 
toast.

And the toast was... "Sweet revenge!"

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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