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Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge 5
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Subject: Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part V)
Date: Thu, 18 May 1995 18:34:45 UTC
I swam up behind Bob and slipped a finger into his bathing suit and started to
pull it off. As he turned around and grabbed me, Marie jumped on him and pushed
him under the water. For a good half hour we all wrestled in the surf,
laughing and grabbing at each other. Bob got a good feel of both our bodies, as
we tackled him in the surf and slid all over him. When we were all finally out
of breath, we returned to our blanket and I asked Bob to rub some lotion on me.
I sat on the blanket and he knelt down behind me. He squirted some oil into his
hand and started to slowly rub it onto my back, shoulders and arms. While Bob
worked on me, Marie knelt behind him and began to rub lotion onto his body.
After he was done with my back, I turned around and let Bob rub some lotion
onto my chest and tummy, and then onto my sexy legs.
Bob was sweating as Marie continued to work his neck and shoulders with her
expert fingers, and we were attracting some envious stares from other guys on
the beach. "You're being watched, Bob", I said. "Half the guys on the beach
wish they could be you right now."
"But you can tell them to eat their hearts out", Marie said, "because it's just
you and us this week." Bob giggled gleefully.
With that, she turned around. It was now Bob's turn to rub lotion onto Marie's
body, while I continued where she left off on his. I squirted lotion onto his
belly and began to rub it all over his chest. Bob began to breathe heavily.
I then worked on his calves, his knees, his thighs. He was hard the entire
time, and I made sure to lightly brush over his cock occasionally.
After we were all good and greasy, we walked the strip arm in arm, with Bob in
between both of us. We ate a quick lunch and then drove south toward Marie's
bungalow. When we arrived, I was surprised to see how secluded we were. There
was no one in sight and the only sounds of people were motorboat engines way
off in the distance. Our bungalow was the only building I could see and it was
surrounded by palm trees.
Bob was so excited that he jumped out of his car and grabbed us both around the
waist - one of us in each arm - and spun us around and around. He was talking
a mile a minute about how this was going to be the greatest vacation of his life
and how he would make sure it was just as great for us. "Come on... let's go in
there now and start our vacation out right!", he said. He was smiling ear to
ear. So were we.
I grabbed Bob's hand and pulled him towards me. I reached around and grabbed
his ass with my other hand and pressed my pelvis against his hard-on. "We've
got all week, baby", I said. For the first time, I kissed him on his mouth. I
gently parted his lips with mine, and gave him soft little kisses all over his
mouth; first his upper lip, then the right corner of his mouth, then his lower
lip, then the left corner. I flicked my tongue over his lips and bit gently on
his lower lip, lightly pulling on it until it slid out from between my teeth.
Holding my mouth millimeters from his and squeezing his tight buns, I said,
"Relax. Marie and I want the first time to be sweet and special. We want to
make sure we have completely seduced you so that you will want only us. Once
we're sure of that, you can fuck our brains out all week long."
"Come on Heather", he said. "You guys were seducing me twice a week before I
got banned from your joint. I'm ready!" He leaned his face toward mine.
Marie walked up behind him and grabbed his hair just as he was about to kiss me.
She pulled his head back and whispered in his ear, "Really Bob, where's your
sense of adventure and romance?"
While Bob's head was back, I nibbled on his neck and caressed his chest. As he
moaned, Marie stood on tiptoe and stuck her tongue in his ear. We held that
position for about half a minute before we let go of him. "My knees are weak,
girls", he said. "I don't think I've ever been this horny. I don't know what
kind of seduction you have in store for me, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm
already yours - lock, stock and barrel."
"Ooh, I like that image", I said, using the opportunity to grab his buldge yet
again. I was getting to like the feel of his cock in my hand. I could tell it
was large, and the feel of it straining to be free of his sexy shorts -
straining to enter my sweet, tight pussy - made me very wet. "Why don't we
pour a couple of long drinks first, relax in the hammocks on the porch, and get
to know each other?"
"Anything you say, Heather. I'll do anything you girls want."
"Women", said Marie sternly.
"What?", asked Bob, startled.
"We're women, not girls", she said. After a pause she laughed.
Bob looked relieved. "For a second there, I thought you were serious", he said.
Before long, he would find out just how serious we were.
Marie and I got all our things unpacked in the bungalow and we poured a few rum
and cokes as Bob settled into one of the hammocks outside and lit a cigarette.
Marie and I kept smiling at each other. "I'm so horny from this", I whispered
to her. Marie nodded her head and slipped her hand inside my bikini bottom.
She gave me a look that said she wanted the same so I reached into her damp
shorts and stroked her sopping pubic hair. We both stood there smiling at each
other as we fondled one another to instantaneous orgasms.
As we brought the drinks out, I recalled discussing with Marie whether or not
we should drug Bob only for him to wake up bound to the bed and bewildered.
We decided against it, figuring that it would be much better if he agreed to be
tied up. If he still trusted us at that point, it would make our deception
much more gradual and effective.
He was lying in his hammock like a harem sheik. I handed him his drink, bent
down and french kissed him. Each kiss, I thought, was like throwing kindling on
the fire. Instead of reclining in our own hammocks, Marie and I went back in
and brought out two stools. We placed our stools on either side of Bob and sat
looking down at him. "What a view!", he celebrated.
We bullshitted for a long time and then out of the blue, Marie asked, "Were you
ever aware that Heather and I are lovers?"
"No shit!", Bob exclaimed. "This is getting better and better every second!
Are you two going to let me jump in the middle?"
"Baby, you already are in the middle", Marie said, as she set her drink down.
She reached over Bob and began to caress my breasts. My nipples grew rigid and
I threw my head back and began to moan. The combination of the erotic build-up
all day long, Marie's exquisite hands kneading my tits, and Bob looking up at
me with an enormous aching hard-on, made me rock back and forth on my stool
until I moaned and screamed out in orgasm. The minute I came, though, Marie
abruptly stopped and grabbed Bob's hands as he began to masturbate.
"Don't!", she commanded. "I want you to do that to me." Marie took off her
shorts and spread her legs wide over Bob's hammock. "Touch me, Bob."
Bob slid his hands up her silky thighs until he reached her pussy. He played
with her clitoris with his fingertips and then slid his fingers into her hole.
He played with Marie's tits with his free hand and she began to writhe like she
did on stage: her hips moved in circles over Bob as she ran both her hands up
through her hair. I was still quivering from my last orgasm, but I got down on
my knees and began to hump Marie's leg. We were both moaning and gasping now
as Bob worked Marie more and more vigorously with his hands. Finally, she
exploded with a scream of pure ecstasy and I came again as I felt her calf flex
between my thighs. I was sweating and trembling and kissing Marie's ass
as she fell limp onto Bob. She kissed him over and over again on his face and
neck and chest, and she pressed her hot snatch against his shorts.
"Come on baby, I need it now", Bob said, breathlessly. "Your cunt is soaking
through my shorts. I'm gonna cum any second, and I'd rather do it inside you."
Marie stood up and said, "Oh baby, don't cum yet. Heather, help the poor boy."
As she stood aside, I unzipped Bob's fly and his pecker lurched skyward.
"Wow, look at it Marie!", I said. "That's a beautiful cock! And it's been
erect all day long! I bet there's a lot of jism in those balls, Bob. Would
you rather have me drink it up, or Marie?"
"Heather, I've never wanted anybody like I want you. Please suck it!"
So, I leaned forward and placed my warm, wet lips around his head and began to
suck ever so lightly. Bob's whole body froze for a moment and all at once he
began to breathe heavily and say "Oh god... Heather. Heather!" I licked the
underside of his cock's head, where the little strip of skin marks the most
sensitive spot on a man's penis. His body jumped and he cried out, "Go down on
it... NOW!"
Marie smiled and said, "My God, Bob, how long has it been?"
I stopped my gentle head-teasing and laughed. "Come on Marie, I feel flattered."
"Let's go inside", said Marie. "I want Bob on the bed. Let's do him together."
"Sounds good to me, Bob", I said. "Let's go to bed... all three of us."
"I don't know if I can make it to the bed", said Bob as he stood up. His entire
body was trembling and he looked disoriented. We both took an arm and escorted
him inside. The bed was a full size bed with a metal frame. The headboard had
bars and the foot of the bed was similar... I remember Marie telling me how
perfect the bed was for tying a person down.
"You look like you could use another drink", I told Bob.
Seeing our amused expressions must have made Bob think that he was acting too
desperate. He tried to regain his composure and said, "Yeah, I could use
another drink."
I went to pour it as he sat down on the side of the bed. Marie crawled onto the
other side and over to where Bob was sitting. She began to knead his shoulders
and blow on the back of his neck. "You really need to relax, Bob. This isn't
a race. Foreplay is more than an activity, it's a place. Let's stay here for
a while, baby. The longer you wait, the greater the payoff." She kissed the
back of his neck and rubbed his arms as I brought the drink to him.
"Hey Bob", I said as I sat down beside him and caressed his thigh. He looked
at me like a dog begging for scraps at the dinner table. "Let's play a little
game."
"What game?"
"Well... remember how you would watch Marie and I dance at the club, and all you
could do was sit there and watch?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Well, didn't it drive you crazy not to be able to touch us?", I asked.
"To feel us?", Marie added.
"To experience us?", I finished.
"Goddammit, of course it did!", he said.
I gave him a sweet, seductive kiss.
"Well now you can do whatever you want with our bodies... all week long", I
said. "You can touch us, you can kiss us, you can lick us and you can fuck us
any way you want. We're gonna jerk you off and suck your cock and send you to
heaven with our pussies. But first, let us make you feel helpless one last
time. Let us dance for you before we give ourselves to you entirely. The
desire will build up to a boiling point, and then you can ravage us with the
abandon you've always fantasized about. What do you say?"
Before he could answer, Marie said, "Come on Bobby... be a sport. You'll
probably never get the chance to be with women like us again. Trust us to give
you the time of your life."
"Okay", Bob said. "If you girls wanna get kinky, I'm into it, but believe me,
I've never held out this long... so don't be cruel."
"Don't worry Bob", I said. "We will pay the utmost attention to your desires.
We've never done this for anyone else."
"Yeah, you're special, honey", Marie said. "Now lie down on your back."
Bob did. I took the velvet ropes from our backpack and we tied Bob spread-eagle
to the bed.
For a good minute, Marie and I looked down at Bob and then at each other, and
then back at Bob again. This was too good to be true. Almost as if to prove to
myself that I wasn't dreaming, I stripped off my bikini and crawled on top of
Bob. I let my tits gently rub their way up his body as I crawled up to look
into his face. "Ooh Bob", I said, as the head of his cock brushed along my
pubic hairs. "Here you are."
"Here I am", he said. He was looking into my eyes with incredible longing.
"Guess what?", I whispered.
"What?", he asked breathlessly.
"I've got you exactly where I want you. And I'm never gonna let you go. What
do you think about that?"
"Ooh... sounds like I'm in trouble", he replied jokingly. Bob still believed
that this was all just a game.
I just smiled sweetly at him and then I began to kiss him. First, I gave him a
long, wet French kiss as I rubbed my wet labia against his cock. I stuck my
tongue deep inside his mouth and sucked at his lips. He strained to get his
dick further inside my pussy, but I pulled away ever so slightly each time he
tried.
After frenching his mouth, I kissed his face until I found my way to his right
ear. As I caressed Bob's outstretched arms with my hands, I gently nibbled on
his earlobe while rubbing my snatch against his stomach - just above his cock.
At this point, Bob's face was red and he was really squirming.
"Oh, babe. Oh, come on, babe. You're driving me crazy!"
Marie finally broke her silence. "How do you like the game so far, Bob?", she
taunted. "Who do you think is winning?"
At this point I was running my tongue around Bob's nipples, licking and kissing
his chest and stomach while my hair softly brushed over his body.
"Oh Heather, please untie me! I can't stand this!", Bob pleaded.
Marie laughed as I slowly worked on Bob's heaving chest and abs... driving him
wild with my gentle caresses and my soft kisses. She pulled off her bikini
bottom and straddled Bob's face. "Eat my pussy", she commanded. Drowning in
her juices, Bob sucked and licked at Marie's sweet cunt as she ground it into
his face. Listening to Marie's ecstatic moans, I began to delicately blow Bob
like I first did out on the hammock. He was thrusting his hips as he tried to
get his rock-hard cock deeper within my throat. I wouldn't give him the
pleasure of fucking my mouth, though.
Instead, I licked his shaft until it was glistening wet and I caressed his balls
with one hand while I tickled his asshole with the other. Marie screamed with
delight when she came and at her cue I stuck a finger up Bob's ass. His whole
body arched up from the mattress as if he himself was coming... but he couldn't.
I got up off the bed and stood back for a while. Marie had Bob by the hair and
was still smothering him with her sopping pussy. She looked over to me with a
nasty smile and moved Bob's head back so that he could look straight up at her.
"Hi Bobby", she teased.
Bob was dazed and out of breath. His face and his dick were wet and red.
"Marie." His throat sounded dry. "Baby, you've gotta do something, or else
I'm gonna explode."
"Not yet," said Marie. "Spring Break's only a few hours old. We don't want
fireworks yet, do we?" As she smiled down at Bob, she put her hands on his
arms so that she could slide her warm snatch up and down his torso, covering his
upper body with her sweet, sticky juices.
He looked imploringly into her eyes, then he looked over to me. "Please...
we can play games all week. I just can't take this anymore. Please untie me,
okay?"
Marie continued to mock him. "You're trembling, honey. You're not cold are
you?"
"Cold? I'm on fire, baby! Come on! This has gone far enough... a man can
only take so much..."
"He's right Marie", I said. "Maybe you better get off of Bob so I can give him
what he deserves."
She got off and I crawled on. I cupped his balls in my hand again and lightly
rubbed them. As I continued to rub them I began to tighten my grip, and very
soon Bob's face screwed up and he let out a loud groan. "What's the matter
Bob, do your balls hurt?", I asked, in an innocent little girl voice.
"Shit... this is killing me. They're too full. Heather... I can't take it any
more!"
I pursed my lips, "Poor baby".
"Heather... why are you doing this to me?"
"I am giving you what you deserve", I said as I moved up and knelt with my knees
pressing on Bob's chest. "And this is just the beginning. Marie and I are
going to slowly torture you until you cry for mercy. We're going to make you
really, really suffer."
"Heather, this is a little crazy, don't you think?"
All of a sudden, my rage surfaced. "It's not crazy, you motherfucker! You're
the fucking mental case!" I started to slap his face and then I began punching
him.
Laughing hysterically, Marie pulled me off of Bob and onto the floor.
"What the fuck are you doing?", Bob screamed. "What's you're fucking problem?
Untie me now, you crazy bitch! Untie me now!!!"
I lunged toward him again, but Marie held me back. "Stop it, Heather. Stop
acting like Rambo!", she laughed. "Remember what I told, you... the slower and
gentler your revenge, the sweeter it will be."
There was a silence as Marie let go of me. Bob just looked up at us, and now
he looked scared. "Revenge? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well Bob, I guess the cat is out of the bag", said Marie. "Do you want to tell
him, Heather, or shall I?"
"I will. Bob, I can't believe you fell for this whole trap. You're one stupid,
arrogant son-of-a-bitch to believe that I'd ever want you after you treated me
the way you did at the club. Not to mention the time you attacked me at the
beach. And certainly not to mention the fact that you stabbed Steve!" My voice
was quivering with rage and I felt like crying. Marie put an arm around me.
Bob's face turned white. "What are you talking about? I never stabbed anyone."
"You'd better watch who the fuck you're lying to, you bastard. I have you tied
down right now... I could kill you!", I screamed.
"Ah yes... a painful, lingering death", mused Marie.
"Oh God", he said, on the verge of tears. "This is the last thing I expected.
I was so excited for this trip that I didn't have sex or jerk-off all last
week. Christ... I blew off my fiancee for this trip!"
I couldn't believe it. "You mean to tell me that the girl who answered the
phone when I first called; the one were going to Bermuda with, was your..."
"Yes. She was my fiancee."
"Well tough shit, baby", said Marie. "I couldn't care less about your little
fiancee. We know you stabbed our friend Steve, and all I can tell you is that
you'd better admit it... right now!"
Bob looked broken. He let out a long, wavering breath and looked up at the
ceiling. "God help me...", he gulped. "Yes. I did."
I broke out in tears. "I need to go for a fucking swim", I said, and ran for
the door.
"Payback's gonna be a bitch", Marie said over her shoulder, as she followed
me outside.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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