Bob was pissed and drunk. He was down at the pub, drowning his sorrows. He couldn't believe that bitch Sarah had dumped him. Well, she'd pay, one way or another, he mused as he gulped his beer.

Then he heard a familiar voice behind him. It was Vicky, Sarah's sometime-antagonistic roomate. Vicky was about 5'6", with dirty blond hair, a voluptous figure, and an ass to die for. In fact, Bob had met her first and asked her out. It was on that first date, of course, when they had bumped into her roomate Sarah.

Sarah was about the same height as Vicky, but looked exactly like Courtney Cox, but with longer, raven black hair. She was a fox, with long tan legs. Bob had finished the date, but he strategically called when he know Vicky wouldn't be home, and moved in on Sarah. Not that she had any reservations about stealing a guy from Vicky. She never did.

"Hey, Bob. I heard what happened. I'm sorry it didn't work out between you."

"I can't believe the dumb bitch just up and dropped me, just like that!" He looked at her, and noticed that she was a little hurt. It was then he remembered that he had asked Vicky out first, all those weeks back.

"Well," she started tentatively, "have you tried calling her?"

"No, she won't return my calls," he replied.

"You could come home with me. That is, to try to talk to her in person. She have to talk to you then. At the very least, you'll get an explaination."

The possibilities whirled through Bob's mind. Was she coming on to him? More importantly, maybe this would be a good chance to see Sarah face to face, to give that little cock-tease a peice of his mind.

***

Vicky opened the door to her apartment, and it was dark. She motioned for Bob to come in after her. They saw the light under Sarah's door, and heard her telephone voice softly in the darkness.

Vicky suggested, "Let's go into my room and see who she's talking to."

Bob walked over to Vicky's bedroom and listened through the wall. She came in after him and shut the door behind her.

"Maybe..." she started, but then he cut her off.

"Shhh!" He strained to make out her words, but he could barely hear.

Then he felt her hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off roughly, but she was persistent. When he reached to push her hand away, he accidently brushed against a soft breast through her soft sweater. He jerked his hand back, embarassed.

She didn't make any move to cover up or look mad. Instead, she looked thoughtfully at him and a devilish look crossed her face.

"I know what you need!" she whispered, as she dropped to her knees. Her hands went up to his fly, looking for the zipper.

Bob couldn't believe what was happened. Is this girl insane? He tried to stop her hands, but this girl wouldn't take no for an answer. He looked down, and saw her looking up at him, longingly, with her big pouty lips. Beyond her face were her breasts jutting out, over her tan legs folded under her with the hem of her mini-skirt riding up her thigh.

"Oh what the hell," he muttered, as he lowered his hands, freeing her to undo his pants. I guess there are worse ways for a girl to be crazy, he thought to himself.

Vicky pulled out his soft cock and touched the head with the tip of her tongue. She felt it shudder, as the member started to grow. As it rose, she opened her mouth and put as much in as she could. She closed her lips on it and drew back, wetting his hardening length.

"Mmmmm" Bob whispered, as he undid his belt. She started to move her head up and down, taking the length of his now rigid dick in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, as she gently carressed his balls.

Bob started thrusting his hips as she took him in. She swayed on her knees in rythm with his movements, sawing his cock in and out of her mouth.

Then he reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and started to fuck her face. Each thrust he would push it in as far as it could, and she started to gag. But he didn't stop, and slid it in and out, deeper each time.

Finally, she gaged and broke away from his grip. She turned her head and coughed. Bob reached down and picked her up by her arms. Before she knew it, he stood her up and turned her facing away from him.

Vicky was pushed into the wall, catching herself with her hands. She felt his hands reach around her and grab her tits through her sweater, as his body closed in behind hers.

"Oh yeah, I know what you want, Vicky" he whispered into her ear. His hands went down to her waist. One hand went roughly up her sweater, under her bra, mauling her bare tit. He rubbed and fingered her nipple until it was hard.

His other hand pulled her skirt up around her waist. She tried to move her hands down, but he pushed his body against hers, and she had to stop herself with her hands from slamming her face into the wall.

"Yeah, don't fight it. YOu know you want it" His fingers went down to her crotch and cupped her sex, working their was around her panties into her snatch. He pushed his throbbing cock against her round ass, pinning her, as his finger found her clit.

He rubbed her clit roughly, finding it suprisingly wet so quickly. Bob knew what he wanted. His hand pulled the crotch of her panties aside, and he guided his cock up against her cunt.

"No, wait ..." she protested.

"Shut up, bitch. I'm going to take you here and now," as he violently thrust upwards into her. His cock penetrated her wet cunt, all the way until his thighs pressed against her soft ass.

"ohhhh", she gasped, as he held his cock hard as far up as it would go. Then he slowly backed out until he was almost out, then he rammed it back up again.

With each thrust, his legs slapped her ass, as he fucked her hard. He continued to maul her breasts as she held herself from the wall. As they fucked, she could feel his urgency pumped into her, with his hot breath on her neck and hands all over her body. Faster and faster he fucked, until his cock erupted, sending pulses of cum into her.

After he pumped is load into her, he pulled out, and walked over to the bed, collapsing on top. She turned and looked at him, catching her breath. Then that same smile returned.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh yeah, that was great," he sighed, closing his eyes.

"Maybe for you it was." then she paused, and then said, "and it was for me, too, in a different way."

***

With that, she marched over to the door, straightening her sweater and pausing to peeling off her ripped panties. She opened the door and exited, turning to barge into Sarah's room.

Sarah was lying on the bed, doing her nails. "What the..."

Vicky reached up her skirt between her legs and withdrew her wet fingers, sticking them in Sarah's face.

"Taste that, bitch. Know what it is? That's Bob's come!"

"You're fucking crazy. What are you talking about?"

By this time, Bob had jumped up to see what the hell Vicky was up to. As she said this, he entered the room, zipping up his pants.

"Why, you, you little whore! This is how you try to spite me, you cheap slut?! You little dick sucking tramp!"

Vicky slapped her hard, sending Sarah sprawling back on the bed. "You little bitch! I'll show you who's a tramp!"

She jumped on vicky and straddled her chest. Before either of them knew, Vicky had slapped her again, stunning Sarah. She looked around and saw a pair of pantyhose, and quickly tied Sarahs hands through the headboard.

"Wh-what... you bitch! let me go!"

Vicky slapped her again, silencing her. When she saw that Sarah was immoble, she knew she had her where she wanted her.

"You're the little slut, always stealing men from me. Well, I showed you. I've got Bob's cup dripping down my leg, cause he fucked ME. Now, the best you'll get is his sloppy seconds, after it's been in my cunt."

Then she slid up Sarah's body, until she was straddling her face. Sarah thrashed her head, but Vicky locked her legs around her face. "Eat it, you bitch. Eat it, and taste Bob!"

She grabbed Sarah's hair and started pulling it, until Sarah let out a muffled scream. "Eat it, or I swear, I'll pull ever damn hair out of your head!"

Bob stood amazed at what was occuring before him, that Vicky was so evil and Sarah so helpless. He also couldn't help noticing how completely raunchy the scene was, with one chick forcing the bitch Sarah to eat his cum out of her cunt.

Sarah cried out, as Vicky tugged on her hair, and was forced to lick her foul cunt. Bob's cum rubbed off Vicky's inner thigh onto Sarah's face, as more fluid dripped onto her reluctant tongue touching the wet pussy of her assailant.

Vicky started to moan and closed her eyes as Sarah did her work, but she never let go of the hair. Bob couldn't contain himself. He walked over to the bed.

"Oh yeah, you bitch. You think you can dump me and get away with it?" Vicky opened her eyes and turned around, to find Bob on the bed, ripping off Sarahs shorts and panties as her legs thrashed.

"Go ahead, give it to her bob. Fuck the little slut. That's all she is, anyways, a cheap fuck whore."

Bob finally worked the shorts off and grabbed each ankle. Her long thin legs were spread out before him. He pushed them back, bending her legs against her body, spreading them wider, revealing the thin black hair of her bush.

He moved up and put his now raging pole on her slit. She squirmed, but Vicky held her chest down and he held her legs tightly. He rubbed the dry cunt a couple times with his still wet cock, moistening her opening with Vicky and his juices still covering him.

Then he thrust his cock into her, making her shriek into Vicky's cunt. As he started fucking her, he let go of her legs, pinning her lower body now with his rod. She thrashed her body, struggling against the ropes holding her wrists and Vicky's wieght on top of her.

Bob pushed her t-shirt up and rubbed her tits as he fucked. Her nipples became hard between his thumb and fingers. When he twisted them, she screamed.

"Shut up, bitch, and keep eating!" screamed Vicky, as she tightened her grip on Sarahs hair.

Bob continued to punish her cunt, as Vicky moaned louder and louder. Finally, she came, almost drowning Sarah with her cum. That sent Bob over the edge, as he unloaded into Sarah's helpless body.

After he caught his breath, he quickly got up and redid his pants.

"Going somewhere? We're not done with her just yet" vicky taunted.

"Yeah, but I'm leaving, but I'll be back. This is too good not to call for some reenforcments...."

The End