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Beth's Taught A Lesson
by Racecar (address withheld)
***
Beth is a real tease, not just a tease but a slutty
tease that likes to get men all hot and bothered and
then leave them in that state. She also likes to go
after other women's men. That turned out to be Beth's
big mistake. (M+/F, FF, nc, rp, huml, alcohol)
***
Jim watched in disgust as Beth ran her hand along the
inside of Paul's thigh. He had seen, and had been a
victim of, Beth's flirtations before. She had gained
quite a reputation as a cock-tease while in high-school
and it was obvious she hadn't changed any since those
days. Always suggesting, always inviting, never
following through.
As he watched her, he could understand why men would go
crazy over her. Her face, while not what you would call
beautiful, had a sultry, sexy look. Her "come hither"
eyes shouted "Take me. I'm yours." whenever they would
look directly at her victim. She had a way about her.
Like now. As she reached over from her chair and began
patting Paul's thigh, her breasts were almost hanging
out of her low cut dress.
Her brightly colored lips were wet and slightly parted
as she looked up at Paul. Occasionally, her tongue would
dart from between those lips and slip in and out a few
times. A quick glance at Paul's crotch confirmed that he
had fallen for her game. Jim couldn't blame him. Hell,
he was just watching the action and he was as hard as a
rock.
"I bet I know what you really like." Beth said, smiling
up at Paul. She enjoyed flirting. It was fun. Not that
she'd ever actually get involved beyond the flirting,
mind you. Her sex life with Dan was fine. Oh, one might
call it predictable, but then what married couple's sex
life isn't predictable after a couple of years.
At times she would wonder about different things and
maybe fantasize about different situations, but she
didn't think she would ever be able to go through with
anything like that. She definitely couldn't bring them
up in front of Dan. His conservative upbringing would
not allow him to discuss anything sexual that wasn't
"normal".
No, the flirting was the fun for her. Just knowing she
was having an effect on a guy was enough for her -
especially if the guy's wife or girlfriend were present.
She loved it. She prided herself on her ability to bring
sex, and her flirtations, into any conversation going
on. It was what she did best.
Jim looked over at Pat, Paul's wife, and shrugged his
shoulders. She smiled back at him, but he could tell she
was annoyed with Beth. He smiled back, nodding his head
and rolling his eyes towards Beth's direction. They both
laughed silently.
The get together had been Beth's idea. She invited them
- Jim, Bob, Paul and Pat - over for a night of drinks
and chat with her and her husband, Dan. They all,
excepting Dan, had been friends in high school and had
drifted apart over the 5 years since graduation. Paul
and Pat had been school sweethearts and married just
last year. Jim and Bob had not yet met their "Miss
Right".
To this point, the evening had gone well. They were all,
excepting Dan again, having a great time talking about
their high school years and the good times they had
shared. Dan, on the other hand, had been left out of the
conversation and, in an effort to feel more at ease,
gulped down Canadian Club and soda until he passed out.
He laid on the floor, against the wall, out of harm's
way.
As Beth continued her flirting with Paul, Pat became
more and more irritated. It was obvious Paul was
enjoying Beth's attention. His laughing and teasing back
played right into her hands. Finally, Pat could not take
any more. She uncrossed her legs and stood up.
"Anyone need another drink?" She asked, waving her empty
glass in the air.
The group unanimously responded in the affirmative, all
reaching for their glasses.
"I'll give you hand with that, Pat." Bob got up and
started to gather the glasses from the tables.
"Yeah, I will, too." Jim chimed. "No reason to disturb
the others." His sarcasm was met with knowing smiles
from Bob and Pat as they headed towards the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, Pat started rinsing the glasses.
Jim filled them with ice as she passed them to him. Bob
stood by and watched, waiting to help carry them back to
the living room.
"Do you believe that bitch?" Pat said, breaking the ice
about the events taking place in the other room. "Of all
the fucking nerve. I mean trying to make out with my
husband while I'm sitting right there watching. That
takes balls."
"Relax." Jim tried to comfort her. "You remember Beth
from school. Always teasing, never coming across." He
almost bit his tongue when he finished the last
sentence. Pat was one of those girls who ALWAYS came
across. No matter what the circumstance, Pat was ready.
He remembered going to the prom with Betty, sneaking out
to an empty classroom with Pat for a quickie and then
returning to end the evening with Betty. He recalled Pat
and her date, Stan, leaving early that night, and then
noticing the car they had come in rocking violently in
the parking lot when he left some time later. Yes, Pat
certainly "came across".
"Yeah, but she needs to be taught a lesson. Sometimes
cock teasing gets you something you didn't bargain for."
Pat was getting noticeably more agitated as she spoke.
"You know what I'd like to see? I like to see her made
to fuck the two of you while I watched. Maybe even have
her lick my cookie while I helped you guys out!"
"Whoa! I'll second that!" Bob laughed as he twirled
around the kitchen in a dance miming sexual intercourse.
"Me, too!" Jim smiled. "But aren't we forgetting
something. For one thing, this is her house. Secondly,
the law just might consider it rape and thirdly, I don't
think Paul would go along with it."
"Fuck the house!" Pat snapped as she slammed a glass
down on the counter. "I don't give a shit whose house it
is. And fuck the law. I don't think she'd have the guts
to call the police. Not when there's three witnesses who
swear it never happened, that she must have imagined the
whole thing in her drunken stupor. As for Paul, I'll
take care of him."
She grabbed the bottle of Canadian Club and poured it
into the glass until there was only a little space left.
To this she added a touch of club soda then held up to
concoction to admire and for all to see. "Are you with
me, or are you guys going to wimp out on this?"
Jim looked over at Bob. For a moment, he was frightened
about what Pat was suggesting. Then he smiled and
shrugged his shoulders.
"Why not? How about you, Bob? You in?"
"Hell, let's go for it. I've been dying to get even with
her ever since the 11th grade when she left me with a
case of blue balls that lasted a week." Bob held his
drink up towards the other two in a salute.
Pat and Jim responded by clinking their glasses together
with his, taking a swallow and gathering up the other
two glasses. Before leaving the kitchen, Pat grabbed
Beth's Jim Beam and Coke from the counter and spilled
half of it out into the sink, refilling the glass with
straight Jim Beam.
"I'm ready!" she announced and proceeded to lead the way
back into the living room.
Once the group had returned to the living room, the mood
seemed to change. Jim and Bob started a little flirting
of their own - directed at Beth, of course. Beth reveled
in it. She was getting off being the center of attention
for three young men. She began to flirt with all of them
now. Sexual innuendoes, a well timed incident involving
letting her breast almost fall out of her dress as she
picked up a speck of lint off the floor, the rather
obvious grope when she grabbed Bob's thigh to "help
balance herself" when she straightened up, the stories
of past dates they had and the petting in the back seat.
Everything seemed to be going her way.
Pat, meanwhile, said nothing. She was playing waitress
for the quartet, all the while thinking of what lay
ahead for Beth. She spent the rest of the evening
drinking straight 7-up and was careful not to let Jim
and Bob drink too much while, at the same time, never
letting Paul's glass sit too long without chiding him
into drinking up before she ran to the kitchen to refill
it with generous portions of booze. She started to take
it a little easy on Beth's drinks once she saw her
getting woozy.
"No," she thought, "I want her awake and aware enough to
remember this night."
Finally, mercifully, Paul passed out. Pat giggled as he
looked at her strangely, closed his eyes and fell
backwards, rolling off the couch onto the floor. Jim and
Bob looked at Paul lying there then up at Pat. A smile
followed by a quick wink from the "mastermind" started
the plan in motion.
Jim grabbed Paul's legs and dragged him over next to
Dan. He looked at the two and chuckled as he thought of
how this whole scene resembled a movie he once saw where
the guests at a party were poisoned, one by one, and
their bodies stacked up in a corner of the room. The
rest of the guests, unaware of what was going on,
continued drinking and laughing as each body was hauled
away. He wiped his hands together and headed towards the
sofa to sit next to Beth.
"Come here, Baby. Let's have a little fun?" Jim said as
he grabbed Beth and pulled her head to his, locking
their lips together. His tongue forced its way passed
her lips and was exploring her mouth.
For an instant, Beth pushed against Jim's chest with her
hands. Once his tongue entered her mouth, however, she
couldn't find the will to resist and flung her arms
around him, drawing him closer to her. Her tongue met
his then darted out of her mouth into his and together
the two tongues searched every nook and cranny of each
other's mouths. She felt another pair of hands begin
straightening her legs then tugging on the waistband of
her panty hose. A third set of hands was now unbuttoning
her dress. In shock, she sat straight up.
"What ... What are you doing? Just what the hell is
going on here?" She started to flail her arms and legs
in an effort to free herself from their grasp.
"Take is easy, Beth. The boys are just going to have a
little fun. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Pat
answered in a sarcastic tone of voice, a smile on her
face.
Beth attempted to struggle some more, but Bob's grip on
her legs and Jim's arms around hers were to much for her
to defend against.
"This is RAPE, you know! You'll never get away with
this! I'll call the police! I'll have the three of you
thrown in jail for this!"
Her reaction drew a loud laugh from Pat. She looked down
at the frightened girl and was amazed at how good it
made her feel to finally get even with her after all
these years.
"Oh, now. I wouldn't call it rape. Call it repayment of
promises past due. Besides, do you really think the
police would believe the story of one, rather drunk,
woman against the story of three perfectly sober people,
including another woman whose husband is passed out next
to yours? Relax, Beth. Enjoy it. You've been taunting
everyone with stories of how hot you are. Now it's time
to prove it. I think a good gang bang is just what you
need."
"Dan... Dan will believe me. He knows I wouldn't do
anything like this. You'll..." Beth's cries were cut
short by another of Pat's laughs.
"Dan? Give me a break." Pat spoke between clenched
teeth. "That husband of yours is so naive he thinks the
Earth shits ice cream cones. Once we all tell him how
you were in high school and how you initiated everything
tonight, once he passed out, I'm sure he'll see it
happened just like we said.
Besides, I'm sure he's seen your little flirtations
before. He probably already suspects that something is
going on behind his back. Now, you can do this our way -
nice and easy, or you can continue to fight us - and
maybe get a little banged up. Either way, we are going
to have our fun. The choice is yours."
Tears started forming in Beth's eyes as she began to
sob. Her body slumped back down into the sofa and she
felt Jim's lips on hers again, his tongue trying to
force its way between her closed lips.
"Lighten up, Beth." Jim whispered in her ear. "An
opportunity to have group sex while your husband is
passed out in the same room will probably only happen
once in your lifetime. Enjoy it. You never know, you
might like it."
Beth listened to Jim's soft words. She would like to
believe him. Like to be sure she would enjoy it. It just
wasn't in her. All her life she had been the one in
control of the situation. Now she was the submissive
one. She found it difficult to accept her new role, but
knew she had little choice. She parted her lips slowly
and felt Jim's tongue enter while the other's hands were
busy removing her clothing.
She cried softly now, still frightened, still unable to
accept her position. As the tongue continued its roaming
of her mouth, she felt the coolness of the evening air
against her skin. She was naked now. Naked for everyone
to see. Humiliated. How could this happen to her? She
only wanted to have a little fun. Boys should expect
that kind of flirting from girls. It never bothered
anyone before. "Why me?" she sobbed to herself.
Jim lifted himself off Beth and stood admiring her naked
body. Her plump, firm breasts hung over her sides as she
lay on her back. Her ass had "ripened" well, but still
was as firm as he remembered them to be in high school.
He saw Bob hastily removing his clothes and decided he'd
do the same. As he unbuckled his pants, he looked down
at Beth again. She was looking straight up at him.
"Beth, you sure have a nice body. Better now than in
school. But what I like best about you is your mouth. I
never realized it before tonight, but your mouth is made
for lovin'."
Beth looked up in horror as Jim stood naked above her,
holding his penis in his hand and aiming it directly at
her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream, but found the
large cock shoved into it before a sound could escape.
Jim had both hands on her head and was pumping his
pelvis hard against her head. She felt her legs being
lifted high into the air and looked to see Pat holding
them up, a smile on her face. Instantly she felt another
cock at her vagina.
She closed her eyes as Bob entered her. She had not been
ready for this and the insertion of Bob's cock into her
dry vagina caused her to jerk away against the pain.
Pat's firm hands on her ankles prevented her escape and
Bob kept pumping away between her legs as Jim pushed his
cock deeper into her mouth.
She didn't know why, but she felt herself becoming
excited. Her body was beginning to lubricate her vagina
and the probing organ began to feel good. She felt
ashamed and confused that she would actually feel this
way while being raped. She couldn't help it. Her body
acted independently of her mind and started to react
favorably to the situation.
Just as Beth's body was beginning to respond to the
activities of the two penises servicing her, she felt
her mouth fill up with semen, followed by the frantic
pumping and twitching of the cock buried in her vagina,
which was about to spill forth its load of semen. She
let her body go limp at the limp cocks withdrew their
position.
She heard Jim, Bob and Pat talking to one another. After
a few moments of silence, she felt herself being turned
over onto her stomach. A few seconds later, she felt her
buttocks being spread apart and another stiff cock
poised at her anus. She jerked forward, frightened at
the thought of anal sex. She had never had anything
stuck in there before and was scared to death.
She attempted to force her way off the table but was
held back by Bob's hands on the back of her neck and the
weight of Pat's body as it straddled hers and sat down
on her waist. She heard Pat giggling and twisted her
head around so see what was happening. She saw Pat lean
her head over, towards her open buttocks, and then felt
the saliva land directly on her anus.
Jim's finger began to rub it around the rim, playing
with the opening as it circled. The finger was soon
taken away and was replaced by the unmistakable touch of
a cock. She closed her eyes and prepared for the
inevitable pain which would follow. As the Penis forced
its way into her, she opened her mouth and screamed.
Bob's hand grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head
up high. Her scream was suddenly replaced by Bob's erect
cock. She felt it jab into her mouth and shoot for the
back of her throat, like a missile being launched at an
enemy target.
Beth started crying again. Not so much because of the
pain, although the cock working in and out of her ass
was painful, but more so because of her helplessness. As
she sucked the cock being pumped in and out of her
mouth, she could taste her own juices still covering it.
She began to get excited once again. The pain in her ass
was beginning to feel better - not lesser, but better.
It was a "good pain".
She felt her body giving in once more. Her hips started
to buck and her head started to work the penis in her
mouth on its own. Out the corner of her eyes she saw Pat
sitting on her back, spreading her buttocks and watching
Jim's cock violate her most sacred hole. It excited her
further. Her orgasm was coming. She could feel it. She
reached under her stomach with her hand and inserted a
finger into her vagina. It felt good.
She heard Pat and Jim laugh and she knew they were
laughing at her playing with herself. She didn't care.
She had to come. The sperm now filling her mouth brought
her to a frenzy as her hips bucked violently and her
hand pumped into her pussy frantically. She felt Jim
coming and she began to come at the same time.
The orgasm wracked her body and caused it to convulse
with extreme pleasure. It had been the most intense
orgasm of her life. When she came back down from her
high, she opened her eyes and saw her assailants
standing around and staring at her. She didn't care any
longer. She let her finger slip out of her pussy and
closed her eyes again.
"Oh no you don't," Pat said as she grabbed Beth by the
hair and pulled her head up. "You're not through yet,
Bitch. Turn her over guys."
The room seemed to spin as Beth's body was roughly
rolled over onto her back again. When she was able to
focus her eyes, she saw Pat standing above her, her legs
straddling her head. Beth looked and saw that Pat had
removed her underwear and skirt and was standing there
nude from the waist down. All of a sudden it dawned on
her what she was expected to do next. She stared up at
Pat and began to cry loudly.
"NO! Please not that, Pat. Please. I can't do that. Not
that, please. PLEASE!"
Beth's tears only served to excite Pat further. She had
fantasized about what it would feel like to have another
woman lick her. She was beyond the point of no return
now. Now she was about to find out what it felt like.
"Shut up and start licking!" Pat spat out at the sobbing
Beth.
"Please Pat, don't make me do this. I can't, Pat. Not to
another woman. I'll get sick. Please. Anything but that.
Please" Beth clasped her hands together in a praying
posture. Her prayers would not be answered tonight,
however.
"Did you hear me? I said `start licking' If you don't
start licking my cunt right now, I'm gonna piss all over
your face. Believe me, with what I've had to drink
tonight, I'll piss so much it'll run up your nose, into
your mouth and all over your carpet. Now, if you don't
want that to happen, START LICKING MY CUNT!"
Beth remained still, staring up at the vagina above her.
She couldn't bring herself to do it. Suddenly she saw a
dribble start to fall from between Pat's legs and land
on her forehead.
"No, No. all right, I'll do it." Beth cried out as she
quickly lifted her head off the table and buried her
mouth into Pat's vagina. Her tongue flicked out and
began to frantically lick the musky object over her. She
heard Pat laugh and the boys gasp as she worked her
tongue. She was totally humiliated. She could never
erase this shame from her mind.
She licked feverishly, hoping to appease Pat and get the
night over with. The more she licked, the more she
became aroused. The smell of Pat's vagina and the
thought of her forced submission was causing her to
react in a manner that had become all too familiar to
her by now. She cried as she licked, feeling sorry for
herself and the predicament she had gotten into. She
cried outwardly and consciously, but inwardly, she
reveled in her new found sexuality.
She felt Pat begin to grind her pussy harder and harder
into her face and knew that the moment would soon be at
hand when Pat would have her orgasm and she would be
left alone. She worked her tongue harder and harder to
bring Pat's orgasm on quicker.
Within moments it happened. The onslaught of feminine
fluids and the easing of Pat's gyrations told her that
Pat had finally come. She relaxed, slowing her tonguing
gradually to stop. She saw Pat straighten her legs and
remove her vagina from her mouth. Relief. From out of
nowhere she felt her cheeks being squeezed together,
forcing her lips to part. She opened her eyes to see Pat
looking directly into them.
"Very good. Very good, indeed." Pat was saying. "You
make a great whore. But I have a little something for
you, just to let you know what you missed"
Once again Beth saw the vagina near her misshapen mouth.
Her eyes widened and she started to struggle when she
noticed the small stream of urine emerging from Pat's
twat and directed at her mouth. She felt the urine
splash against her lips and teeth, trickling into her
mouth and across her tongue as it dribbled down the back
of her throat. She tried to spit it out, but Pat stopped
the flow and put her hand on Beth's chin, effectively
holding her mouth closed.
"Swallow!" Pat ordered.
Beth swallowed. She felt sick to her stomach and began
to cry. When Pat moved from her position above her face,
Beth put her hands over her eyes and began sobbing
hysterically.
"Stay put!" Pat ordered her again as she went back into
the kitchen.
Jim and Bob watched the whole scene without saying a
word or moving a muscle. Now they looked at the defeated
Beth lying there. In a way, they both felt sorry for
her. Sure, they had wanted to get back at her for the
way she had treated them earlier in life, but now they
began to think they had gone to far. Pat returned to the
room carrying a fresh drink in her hand. She held it out
to Beth.
"Here. Drink this." Once more her tone was demanding.
"What is it?" Beth asked, afraid of what the answer
might be.
"Jim Beam and Coke, just what you've been drinking all
night. I swear." Pat watched as Beth grabbed the glass
from her hand and guzzled it down without stopping for a
breath. She chuckled to herself. Once again, Beth had
unknowingly played into her hands. She took the empty
glass and went back into the kitchen, returning with the
same glass filled up to the brim. She handed it back to
Beth.
"No, thanks." Beth politely refused. "I've had enough."
"DRINK IT!"
Beth took the glass and put it to her lips. She was
already feeling dopey from drinking the first one down
so fast. It wasn't that she was thirsty, she just wanted
to wash her mouth out. She would have drunk kerosene
after what she just had poured into her. Reluctantly she
started drinking, mindful of Pat standing over her
waiting for the empty glass.
When finished, she handed the glass back to Pat who
again refilled it and handed it to her. She needed no
orders this time. She took the glass and drank it down
as fast as she could. This time, Pat just put the empty
glass down on the end table and watched her. Within a
few minutes, Beth felt her head begin to spin wildly.
She looked at the ceiling light turning above her then
finally going off, leaving her in darkness.
"She's out cold." Jim said to Pat. "Why the hell did you
do that?"
"I have plans." Pat replied. "Jim get that empty bottle
of Jim Beam from the kitchen. Bob, you get that stick of
pepperoni from the fridge. I'll be right back." Pat
hurried out to her car.
Jim and Bob looked at each other, shrugged their
shoulders, then did as Pat had requested. Pat returned
holding a small leather case in her hand.
"Okay, let's get started." She said.
Beth stared at the large manila envelope as she carried
back into the house from the mail box. She looked at the
return address and shuddered when she recognized the
address as Pat's. She had not seen nor heard from her
since that night 3 weeks ago. Once inside, she tore the
envelope open and pulled the contents out. Her knees
buckled and she had to sit down when she looked the
photos that had come inside.
The first photo was a shot of her naked, lying between
Paul and Dan's unconscious bodies. Her one hand held a
bottle of Jim Beam to her lips, while the other had a
tight grip on Paul's limp penis. The next photo was of
her lying on her stomach, her head turned toward Dan.
This time her hand was wrapped around a stick of
pepperoni that was inserted halfway into her ass.
The rest of the photos followed the same theme. All were
pictures of her, naked, in various lewd poses. All
showed Paul and Dan lying next to her. At the bottom of
the stack of photos was a hand written sheet. She read
it.
Dear Beth,
We are having a party in your honor. Many of your old
boy friends, and the girls they broke up with to date
you, will be there. It's at my house, Friday at 7:00. If
you don't want Dan to see copies of these pictures, be
there promptly.
Pat, Jim & Bob
PS: Dress is optional. You won't be wearing one once you
arrive, anyhow.
She crossed her arms over the photos she had laid on the
table and placed her head on top of them. She started to
cry. As she thought about what she would have to do at
this party the tears streamed down her cheeks and onto
the table. She noticed her pelvis start to grind and her
vagina becoming damp.
She cried harder.
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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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