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The Sweet Taste of Revenge (mf, blackmail)
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Hi,
here's another bit from my archive. I don't have an attribution for
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THE SWEET TASTE OF REVENGE
At the age of thirteen, my step mother gave me a camera for my
birthday, an act that would one day change our lives, but at the
time she thought she had made a wise decision, for she had been
torn between giving me the rifle I had wanted and what her sister
had told her would be a wiser choice for a boy my age, the camera.
Actually, I had known the chance of me getting the rifle were
practically nil, as soon as I heard her sister, Norma, say I was
too young to have anything as dangerous as a gun, for my step
mother, Claire, was an easily led woman, which was the key to
Norma's influence over her.
When my father passed away, Norma had come to help her sister
with the funeral arrangements, but after the funeral, she had
stayed on after convincing Claire, that now she was a widow, she
would need help managing the house and servants. Unfortunately
for me, she not only took over the running of the house, but she
also took over the running our lives.
She was however, always very careful to make it seem as though
all decisions were made by her sister, but actually Norma made
them all, for with her subtle domination of Claire, it was a
simple task for her to get her sister to agree with anything she
suggested.
Naturally I accepted the idea of the camera, without protest,
rather than the gun, for over the five years since my father had
passed away, I had learned it was a waste of time trying to change
Norma's mind about anything and any disagreement with her infinite
wisdom on my part would lead to her having a talk with my mother,
a term she used when she wanted me punished. Of course Norma had
never punished me herself, for she was far too clever to allow
Claire to realize how she had usurped her authority, so she
allowed Claire the pleasure of dealing out whatever punishment she
deemed necessary, by merely suggesting it to her. So the decision
about the rifle, was just another grievance to be added to my long
list of grievances against her.
Being of a devious nature and vindictive at heart, I set about
finding a way to use the camera, that Norma had insisted I receive
in lieu of my coveted rifle, to wreak my revenge on her.
With my desire for vengeance driving me on, I became quite
proficient in the art of photography by the end of the year,
having set up a darkroom in the cellar, where I could work without
being disturbed.
Naturally, in order to make the using of the camera second
nature, I took pictures of everything and anything, until I was
able to set the lens without even looking at the camera, then
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quickly focusing and snapping the picture before my subject had
time to move.
It was shortly after my fourteenth birthday, that I began to
fully realize the power of pictures, when I was out by the
greenhouse one afternoon, snapping pictures of the flowering
plants.
At first I wasn't sure whether I heard something or not, but
as I paused to listen I was sure of it, someone or something was
in the greenhouse moaning!
Using suitable caution, I opened one of the grime coated
windows and peered inside, only to almost drop the damn thing on
my own head, when I saw, George, the gardener, fucking the ass off
Marie, Norma's personal maid. Of course I knew what they were
doing, for at twelve I was all too well aware of the sexual acts
between men and women, though I hadn't had any sexual experiences
myself nor seen anyone actually engaged in the act, I had
discovered old carton booklets and books with photographs which
left nothing to the imagination.
When I first discovered the fornicating pair, my hands were
already setting my camera to the exposure I would need to capture
this erotic scene, but actually there was no need to hurry, for
even though George was gasping for breath, it was all too obvious
that he wasn't nearing a climax yet.
It was really amazing, for the two of them were so busy
enjoying themselves, they never heard the shutter of my camera, as
I captured for posterity the art of screwing a woman on a table
full of blooming lilies. Their total involvement with each other
led me to take a chance of getting a picture or two from another
angle and quickly changing my regular length lens for a telephoto,
I quietly opened another window that would allow me to see more
than just their faces and her legs waving in the air on either
side of him.
My new position allowed me to actually get a few shots of his
cock entering her drooling slot, when he would pull it almost out
of clinging love tunnel, before ramming it back into her with all
the force he could muster. It was fortunate that I hadn't used my
last few frames of film, before he reached his climax, for after
gasping that he was coming, he pulled the dripping shaft from her,
then quickly grabbed her head, as she sat up, pushing it down and
thrusting the pulsing shaft into her open mouth.
The next two photos were probably the most erotic of them all,
for I had a completely unobstructed view of her face, as she
swallowed the hot sticky cream he was feeding her, though despite
the fact that she was swallowing quickly some of his offering
oozed from the corners of her mouth. Once he had finished
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unloading his jerking balls, he tried to pull away, but she clung
to the slippery shaft, licking away the last vestiges of his cock
juice, which was where I ran out of film.
Not wishing to be discovered, I fled the scene like a thief in
the night, back to my darkroom to process the film. Working
quickly, for I was anxious to find out if I had actually caught
all of their little erotic escapade on film, I was able to view
the wet prints within the hour. Happily they were all crisp and
clear, so I made enlargements of them all, thus enabling one to
see all the interesting details, without straining their eyes.
Actually at that time I was only amused and pleased that the
pictures had turned out so clearly, but as I waited for the
pictures to dry, I began thinking about Marie and how much Norma
liked her. I realized if I were to show my mother these pictures,
nothing Norma would say would stop her from firing both Marie and
George.
Once I had made up my mind to cause Norma some embarrassment,
even though it would only mean that she would have to admit that
she misjudged the character of her maid, I felt elated!
However the elation didn't last long, for I began to recall
the way Norma could twist things around to her own advantage and
suddenly realized she would make such a fuss of my spying on her
precious maid, that the content of the pictures would be forgotten
in the ensuing lecture about sneaky people.
It then became obvious that the direct approach wouldn't work,
but as they say about skinning cats, there is more than one way to
do it, so I set out to find it.
Happily for me I wasn't without friends among the servants at
the house, for both Susan, my stepmother's maid, and Ruth the cook
were always nice to me, besides I had a definite feeling that
neither of them thought too much of either Norma or her precious
maid, so it was to them I took the pictures, after carefully
hiding the negatives under the eaves in the attic.
"Well," Ruth smiled, looking up from the table, where she was
shelling peas, "all done taking pictures today already or are you
just looking for something to eat?"
"I'm all done for today," I grinned, flopping down opposite
her at the table, "but I would like to ask you a few questions, if
you don't mind."
"Sure dear, ask away," she smiled, her fingers never slowing
as she looked up at me again, "What do you want to know?"
"Do you honestly like Marie?" I asked, "I mean would you just
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as soon have someone else in her place?"
"I don't like anyone," she replied, no longer smiling, "who
deliberately stirs up trouble for people that mind their own
business."
"How about Susan?" I asked, grinning now, "Does she think as
highly of her as you do?"
"How would you feel if someone was trying to get you fired all
the time," she grinned, "but tell me what brought all this up
now?"
"I think I have just found out that a camera is a better
weapon than a gun," I laughed, pushing the envelope containing the
pictures toward her, as I spoke, "if I can figure out how to use
it!"
She wiped her hands on her apron, looking at me curiously, but
saying nothing, as she opened the envelope, then her expression
was one to behold, for first there was open shock, which gave way
to a look of incredulous disbelief, then finally to amusement, but
with the amusement came a rush of blood to her already healthy
looking cheeks.
"Oh my God," she whispered, quickly shoving the erotic
pictures back into the envelope, as she looked at me with some
concern in her eyes now, though she was still blushing brightly,
as I grinned at her, "don't you realize how much trouble you will
be in, if your aunt ever finds out you took these pictures?"
"I know," I replied, still grinning at her, "that's why I
didn't give them to Claire, she would tell Norma and all that
would happen is that I would get punished for spying on people,
that's why I came to you, to see if you have any ideas about how I
can use them to get rid of Marie, without telling my stepmother
about them."
"Oh God," she laughed, handing me the envelope again, "I can
think of a lot of ways, but all of them would mean your aunt would
find out what you did one way or another, so forget it."
Before I could reply, Susan came into the kitchen, looking for
a cup of coffee.
"What are you two up to now?" she laughed, sitting down at the
end of the table with her coffee, "You look like your involved
some kind of conspiracy!"
"Not yet," Ruth laughed, still blushing furiously, when she
looked at me, as she spoke, "but that's exactly what this young
imp wants to do."
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"Oh good," Susan giggled, putting down her cup, "I love
conspiracies! Can I get in on it too?"
"You might want to change your mind when you find out what
it's all about," Ruth said, her laughter fading away, then turning
to me she said, "Go ahead dear, show her the pictures and let her
decide for herself, whether or not she still wants to get involved
in, what she calls, our conspiracy."
Once more I was treated to an array of expressions when Susan
opened the envelope and withdrew the pictures, first her face went
snow white, them a deep red, but there it changed from Ruth's
reaction, for there was excitement in Susan's eyes as she looked
at first one picture then another, much more slowly than Ruth had
done, before returning them to the envelope again.
"Oh God," she giggled, looking at Ruth, as she handed me the
envelope, "did you see the way her eyes were popping in those last
pictures, she looked as though she thought she was going to choke
on it."
"She would have," Ruth laughed, both of them blushing like mad
now and I could feel the color coming to my own cheeks as I
watched them, "if he had shoved it in another inch!"
"You missed a golden opportunity honey," Susan grinned,
looking at me now, "you could have had her too, if you had let her
know you had pictures of her putting out for that slob."
"That's one way of getting some use out of those pictures,"
Ruth grinned looking at me now, "show them to her and tell her if
she doesn't want you to show them to your mother, she had better
let you have some fun with her too."
"No way!" I exclaimed, feeling a sense of panic now, at their
bizarre idea, "I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole!"
"If you had a ten foot pole," Susan giggled again, obviously
enjoying this type of conversation, "you wouldn't be able to fight
her off!"
"Wait a minute you two," Ruth said, suddenly serious, "I just
got an idea."
"Can you change a picture," she asked me, after she had our
attention, "so that it would like someone else was doing it to her
instead of George?"
"If the other person was in the same position and about the
same size," I replied, puzzled as to what she had in her mind, "I
could do it, but it would take some time, because I would have to
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make a set of pictures to use to patch the original ones, then
re-photograph the whole thing."
"All right," she grinned, "if you two are really serious about
wanting her out of here, I have a plan that might work and she
won't know how it happened, even after she's been thrown out on
her ear."
"Your really serious," Susan asked, serious herself now, "you
really think we might be able to get rid of that little bitch?"
"I'm practically positive," Ruth grinned, "but the two of you
will have to do something that will embarrass both of you."
"If it means we won't have to worry about her carrying tales
about us all the time," Susan replied, returning Ruth's grin, "I
can stand more than a little embarrassment, so go on tell us what
you have in mind."
"Well," Ruth said, once she had received a nod from me, "it
will mean that you and Bill will have to be photographed in
exactly the same positions as Marie and George, then he can cut
himself out of the ones with you and paste himself in place of
George on the original ones, so it will look as though he was the
one with Marie in the greenhouse."
"Your not suggesting that Bill and I do what they were doing
while you take the pictures are you?" Susan asked, in an
incredulous voice, as she stared in astonishment at the other
woman.
"I told you it would be embarrassing," Ruth giggled, amused at
Susan's reaction to her bizarre idea, "but I won't be taking the
pictures, because some one will have to stay outside of the
greenhouse to make sure no one catches you while your doing it, so
he's going to have to devise some way to take the pictures
himself."
It took Ruth a few minutes to explain how it would be
impossible for me to get into the exact positions, unless we
duplicated everything that Marie and George had done, so by the
time she had finished speaking to Susan, I was already wondering
how it would feel to have my prick in the young woman, so
naturally I agreed, after Susan had reluctantly done so, but she
was obviously not thrilled about the idea of my fucking her.
We were indeed acting like conspirators, as we leaned over the
kitchen table, the initial embarrassment fading away, once we were
committed to our plan.
It was finally agreed that during the following week, I would
assemble all the equipment I would need to accomplish the
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photographic part of the assignment, while the other two would
find out, by listening to what was said within their hearing, when
would be the best time to use the greenhouse, so we wouldn't have
to worry about being caught.
We met every day in the kitchen where we were assured of
privacy, for neither Claire nor Norma came to the kitchen, always
sending for Ruth if there was any reason to talk to her and it was
always Susan they sent for her, for Norma had made it perfectly
clear that Marie was her personal maid and not a common messenger.
It was a few days before we were to take the pictures, that
Susan surprised me by coming down to my darkroom, for she was the
first one to ever venture into the rather dim confines of my
hideaway.
"I've been thinking," she said, flushing brightly, as she
flopped down on the old sofa I had saved from the junk pile, when
Norma re-furnished the house, "about what we're supposed to do out
in the greenhouse and I'm not sure I'll be able to go through with
it."
"Don't let it worry you," I said, having been expecting her to
back out every time I saw her, since we had agreed to Ruth's wild
plan, "It probably wouldn't have worked anyway, so forget about
it!"
"If we had been doing it right along," she smiled, giving me
the impression that, for some reason, she didn't want to drop the
subject, "I would still have been nervous about your taking
pictures, while we did it, but I could have done it. It's just
that doing it without ever having even kissed each other would
make me feel like a tramp, do you understand?"
"Sure I understand," I grinned, relieved that she was calling
it off, for even though I had been excited about actually sticking
my virgin sex weapon her, I'd had serious doubts about being able
to perform to her satisfaction, "In fact, I was worrying about
being so nervous that I wouldn't be able to get myself in
condition to make a convincing picture, if you know what I mean?"
"Oh come on!" she scoffed with a laugh, seeming to have gotten
over her nervousness now, "If you weren't too nervous to take
those pictures, I'm sure you wouldn't be all that worried about
being caught with me."
"Oh I wasn't be worried about being caught," I laughed,
feeling my cheeks beginning to burn, "I have been worrying about
being able to satisfy you when we did it."
"Good God," she laughed, blushing furiously now herself as our
eyes met, "under those conditions who would be worrying about
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being satisfied? The only thing I would be thinking about, would
be getting out of there before someone caught us!"
"Even if it was only for the sake of getting rid of Marie," I
replied with a forced grin, feeling like a fool, as I realized she
had only thought of what we were to have done as a means of
arranging for the dismissal of the other girl, "that we were doing
it, I still wanted you to enjoy it."
She grinned, her eyes meeting mine, as she whispered, "If you
want me to enjoy it, do it to me now, while we don't have to worry
about getting caught."
For several seconds, I couldn't believe I had heard her
correctly, but even as I stared at her in amazement, she was
smiling at me and reaching beneath her skirt, pulling off a very
skimpy pair of panties.
"Come on honey," she whispered, laying back on the old sofa,
pulling her skirt up around her waist revealing her cute bush of
dark pubic hair, nestled between her snowy thighs, "give it to me,
then maybe we'll both be relaxed enough so you can take those
pictures after all."
At that moment I couldn't have cared less about the damn
pictures, for I was far too interested in the way her pussy was
already oozing with her natural lubrication, but I wasn't so
intrigued with the erotic view that I was frozen, for I quickly
dropped my pants and climbed between her widely spread legs.
"Easy darling," she whispered, putting her hand between us and
guiding my rock hard prick between the greasy lips of her love
tunnel, then satisfied that it was positioned to her satisfaction,
she slipped both arms about my neck, whispering once more, "Push
darling, push it all the way into me!"
To this day, I remember the feel of her tight creamy cunt as I
sank my hard shaft into her depths, for it felt as though I had
stuck it into a blast furnace, but she gave me no time to savor
the fabulous feeling, as she pushed up her hips to me.
"Fuck me sweetheart," she whispered in my ear in a breathless
voice, "Fuck me hard!"
Once I had recovered from my initial shock of my unexpected
good fortune, I tried desperately to control my emotions, for I
wanted to satisfy her completely, so she would want me to continue
doing it to her.
Actually I needn't have bothered, for she was coming almost as
soon as I thrust my virgin cock into her tight and long before I
was ready to come myself she had soaked the old sofa with her
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copious spends, throwing herself up at me, with wild abandon,
moaning every time she released another flood of warm love juice.
Naturally, once I allowed myself the luxury of concentrating
on the feelings her tight slippery pussy was imparting to my
plunging shaft, I was soon ready to climax myself.
"Oh God," she gasped in alarm, when I informed her I was
getting ready to come, "Don't go off in me! I'll suck it off for
you!"
There was no need for me to shove her head down, as George had
done with Marie, for as soon as I pulled the dripping shaft from
her gapping cunt, she sat up, reaching out and pulling the bloated
head of my throbbing cock to her already widely opened mouth, but
my pulsing prick exploded before she could clamp her lips around
it, causing some of it hit her in the face, before she finally
captured it with her hungry mouth.
Kneeling there, between her widely spread legs, staring down
at her as she leaned over the still pulsing prick, I was amazed to
hear her soft moans of enjoyment as she sucked the last drops of
my sex offering from the quivering shaft.
"Well honey," she whispered, smiling up at me, ignoring the
semen already drying on her face, as she continued to milk the
stiff shaft in her small hand, "did I satisfy you as well as you
did me?"
"Oh God yes!" I managed to gasp out, just as she once again
dropped her head to lick away the last drop of semen she had
squeezed from my slowly deflating sex weapon, "You were
wonderful!"
Fortunately there was a bathroom in the cellar so she could at
least wash the semen from her face before returning to the house,
but she still had to make sure no one observed her for her black
uniform was a mess.
Naturally, after the episode in my darkroom, she was able to
go through with our plan and a few days later I had a set of
photos, that were identical to those I had taken of George and
Marie, but these pictures featured Susan and I. Happily it was
even easier than I had thought it would be to cut and glue the two
sets together, so it was only a short time before I had a set of
pictures that showed Marie getting fucked by me, instead of
George.
After I was satisfied with my work, I destroyed all the other
films and pictures, but kept the ones that showed Marie and I,
hiding them where anyone that was looking for such things would be
sure to find them.
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Ruth was the one to put our plan into action, by showing the
finished prints to my step mother. Telling her, when Claire asked
how she had found them, that she had noticed how dusty I looked
whenever I returned from my darkroom, so having finished her work
in the kitchen that afternoon, she had decided she would clean up
the cellar. It had been her natural curiosity that had led her
into invading my darkroom, where she had found the photos drying.
She further explained, that she knew how much Norma thought of her
maid and hadn't wanted to upset her, by showing her the pictures
of how her maid had abused her trust by her disgraceful use of me
for her own sexual gratification.
Ruth laughed, when she told Susan and I later, how my step
mother had been puzzled as to why I would have pictures of myself
and Marie engaged in such an act, so she had explained that some
women found it sexually stimulating to see themselves engaging in
a sexual act with a man.
It was only a short time later that Claire sent Susan out to
my darkroom to tell me she wanted to see me in her room.
Naturally I was more than a little nervous, as I made my way up
the stairs to Claire's room, for I knew the least I would get for
my part in the affair would be a tongue lashing for what I had
done, even if they never suspected that the whole thing was a
hoax.
My first surprise was when I entered Claire's bedroom and
found her alone, clad in a negligee, sitting before her vanity
table, for I had expected to find her sister with her, but my
second surprise and the biggest one, was when she smiled at me,
not seeming the least bit angry, even though she had the pictures
in her hands.
"Close the door dear," she said softly, as I paused in the
doorway, "there isn't any need for anyone else to know what we're
talking about."
"Well," she smiled, giving the photos a wave as she spoke,
after I had seated myself on her bed, "I see you have become quite
a man dear, but was it your idea or Marie's to take these
pictures?"
"She doesn't know anything about them!" I replied honestly,
dropping my eyes as I spoke, as though I was ashamed of myself,
"She would kill me if she knew I had them!"
"Well she won't know about the pictures dear," she said
softly, as though sympathizing with me now, "but you realize I'm
going to have to let her go, after the brazen way she took
advantage of you."
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"She didn't take any advantage of me," I protested, trying to
look as though I was dismayed at her softly spoken words, "The
pictures are a fake!"
"Oh come dear," she replied, in a scoffing tone, "it is all
very well to try to protect her, but we both know these pictures
aren't faked, so let's not hear anymore such nonsense."
Once again I dropped my head, as though realizing I was
defeated, saying nothing more, but the real reason was I didn't
want to say anything that might make her change her mind now that
I had accomplished what I had set out to do.
"Don't be upset dear," she said softly, coming to sit beside
me on the bed, slipping one arm around my neck and tilting up my
head with her other hand by putting a finger beneath my chin, so
she could look into my eyes, her face flushing, as she smiled at
me, "I'll make sure that you won't suffer after she's gone."
At first I didn't understand what she meant, until she dropped
her hand into my lap and gently patted my dormant penis, my eyes
felt like they were popping out of my head as they met her
sympathetic ones, as I realized what she meant by her softly
spoken words.
"We'll talk later dear," she whispered, giving me another
smile, the flush in her cheeks deepening, "when I'm sure we won't
be interrupted, but run along now and let me get this mess
straightened out."
It is a wonder that I didn't break my neck on the stairs, for
my mind was spinning, as I returned to the lower floor, as I tried
to unscramble all that had happened in the last few minutes.
Of course, I had never given a thought to the insane idea of
becoming intimate with my own step mother, so now I was having a
hard time even trying to picture her in bed with me.
As I thought about it, I suddenly realized what a fabulous
figure she had for a woman her age, with firm well formed breasts,
nicely rounded hips and lovely long slender legs. All of which
made me more than a little apprehensive about the future, but the
more I thought about it, the more I began to doubt that I had
understood her correctly. Perhaps she had meant something
entirely different, when she told me that she would see I didn't
suffer and the pat on the penis was probably accidental, obviously
having meant to pat my leg, so by the time I got to the kitchen to
report to my two fellow conspirators, I had fully convinced myself
that I had misunderstood her.
Both Ruth and Susan were giggling when I finished recounting
what had happened in Claire's room, naturally I didn't tell them
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about her patting me or her assurance that I wouldn't suffer after
Marie had left, for actually, at this point, I wasn't even sure
just what she had meant by my suffering, not that I would have
told either of them in any case.
It was what happened later that same day that really surprised
me, for naturally, as I had suspected Norma tried to blame me for
the whole thing, though, oddly enough, she didn't question the
faked photographs, when I was again summoned to Claire's room.
"You know what boys are like," Norma was saying when I entered
the room, speaking to her sister, in her usual contemptuous tone,
"he probably convinced her that she had to let him have his way
with her or he would get her discharged, so why should I let her
go for something she had no control over?"
"Even if all you say were true," Claire replied, seeming
unusually firm as she spoke, "she still has the morals of an alley
cat, she's already admitted that she has been carrying on an
affair with George for sometime and I'm not about to turn my home
into a brothel just so you aren't inconvenienced by having to find
another maid for yourself and that's final!"
"You should be sending him off to a military school," her
sister snapped, glaring at me as she spoke, "instead of firing
Marie just because she was too weak to resist to his sexual
demands!"
"You know Norma," Claire said softly, but with a hardness in
her tone that I had never heard in the past, "I just about had it
with you and your high handed methods. You try to blame Bill for
everything that happens in this house and I'm sick of it, so from
now on I'm going to run this house any way I see fit and if you
don't like it, you can follow your precious little whore out of
here right now. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"How can you say that to me," Norma asked, quite obviously
shocked by her sister's calmly spoken words, "after all I've done
for you since your husband died?"
"I can talk to you like that," Claire replied, grinning
tightly, "because I've done a hell of a lot more for you than you
ever did for me! I've let you have your own way around here ever
since you moved in on us, because I didn't want to fight with you,
but now I've had enough, you either do as I say from now on or you
can get out right now and that's final!"
"I never thought I would see the day," Norma said, her
expression one of deep hurt, but her eyes flashing hate as she
looked at me, while she spoke, "when you would side with that
little bastard against your own sister."
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"If it wasn't for that little bastard, as you call him,"
Claire said in a hard cold voice, "and the inheritance his father
left him, you would be still working instead of living like a damn
queen, so keep that in mind the next time your thinking of making
trouble for him, because in seven years he will be controlling the
purse strings of this family."
"You mean he gets the whole estate?" her sister asked in an
incredulous tone, staring at Claire in open dismay, "Didn't your
husband leave you anything at all?"
"Oh yes," her sister smiled, quite obviously enjoying the
effect of her words on the other woman, "he left me enough to live
on, providing I live very modestly, but Bill gets the bulk of the
estate when he's twenty one."
"Yes dear," Claire laughed, as her sister turned to stare at
me, "it's all true, so if you don't want to find out what it's
like to have to go back to work, either now or most assuredly in
seven years, I suggest you start treating that little bastard
better than you've been doing in the past."
Poor Norma she didn't know what to say or do at this point and
did the only left to her now, she turned around and fled back to
her own room.
"That's something I should have done a long time ago," Claire
said, smiling at me as she spoke, "when she first started taking
over here, instead of waiting until now to do it."
Not only was Marie discharged, but her confession resulted in
George losing his job too. So our household was short a maid and a
gardener, but only the gardener was replaced, for now that Claire
had taken control of the household, she decided that there was no
need to have two maids for Susan was able to do everything that
required the services of a maid.
Claire and I never had our talk the day she had the difference
of opinion with her sister, but about a week later, she sent Susan
out to my darkroom, to tell me she wanted to see me in her room.
She was in another negligee, but this one was much thinner
than the previous one I had seen her wearing, so I was able to see
the nipples of her rather large breasts quite clearly, as she
swung around on her vanity stool to face me when I entered the
room.
"Close the door dear," she smiled, flushing as she saw my
appreciative eyes sliding over her scantily clothed body, "Norma
is in town today, but I wouldn't want Susan to see me dressed this
way with you in my room."
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"I was just wondering dear," she said in a soft tone, the
flush in her face deepening now, as she looked up into my eyes,
when I stood before her, "if your suffering now that Marie is
gone, because I haven't forgotten my promise, to help you when you
get yourself all worked up."
Actually I didn't need any help at all, but I couldn't tell
her that I was now fucking Susan on an almost daily basis out in
my darkroom, so I did what any good American boy would do under
similar circumstances, I lied.
"I try not to think about it," I said, finding I was almost
choking on the words, as I let my eyes drop to her lap and
discovered that I could now make out the dark shadow of her pubic
forest beneath the thin material, "and if that doesn't work I take
a cold shower."
"Oh you poor baby," she whispered, smiling up at me, as she
reached out and unbuckled my belt, "you should have told me, I
would have taken care of it for you."
If I had screwed Susan that day, as I usually did when she was
finished making the beds, my prick might not have responded so
quickly, but now my passions soared, as I looked down into her
smiling face, so by the time she had pushed down my pants and
shorts my eager young shaft sprung forth, hard and ready for
fucking!
"Oh God," she murmured, staring at the throbbing cock as she
took it in her warm hand, then in a more controlled voice she
whispered, smiling as she once more lifted her eyes to my face,
her hand moving slowly back and forth on the thick shaft, "You
really do need some help don't you darling?"
At this point it I was too excited to do anything but grin
back at her, but I was already wondering how she intended to take
care of me. She didn't leave me wondering for long however, for
she suddenly leaned forward and engulfed the bloated head of my
hard prick in her warm moist mouth, never taking her eyes from my
face, even as she moved her head back and forth slowly, letting
her full lips slide over the rubbery head, until it was almost out
of her mouth, before sliding it back in again.
"Don't hold back darling," she whispered, releasing the prick
from it's oral trap for a brief moment, "let it go whenever your
ready to give it to me."
She had barely gotten the cock back into her mouth when it
exploded, shooting the searing cock juice down her throat! I had
come so quickly that she gagged for a second before hastily
swallowing the rest of it, as it pumped into her tightly clamped
mouth, then her hand was milking it as she sucked away the last
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vestige of my sexual tribute.
"Satisfied now sweetheart," she whispered, smiling up at me
again, daintily wiping the remains of my hot offering from her
lips, with a tissue from her vanity, "or would you like to fuck me
too?"
It was strangely exciting to hear her asking me if I wanted to
fuck her, for in all the years I had lived with her I had never
heard her use that word, but now with my cock juice still coating
her tongue, I was not only able to accept the idea of her using
such language, but able to actually tell her that I wanted to fuck
her.
Even though I was no virgin anymore, when she positioned
herself on the bed, it was the first I had ever seen a woman
totally naked, so even after I had stripped myself, scrambled
between her lifted knees and into her waiting arms, my young cock
was still as hard as a rock.
Due to the length of time her poor little pussy had been
neglected, she felt some discomfort when I forced the hard shaft
into her fiery pit, but once she had greased it with her natural
lubrication, she went berserk, as she tried to make up for all the
years she had been denied the pleasure of being fucked.
Happily for the two of us, her foresight of draining my balls
before letting me get my cock into her hot hungry cunt, we were
able to fuck until she was completely exhausted.
"Oh God darling," she gasped, staring up at me with pleading
eyes, "I can't take anymore, give it to me now!"
"Do you want me to go off in you?" I asked in surprise,
feeling my own climax approaching as I stared down into her
smiling face.
"Oh yes darling," she whispered, punctuating each word with a
gasp as I hammered the breath out of her, "put it in me. Give me
all you've got lover, give it to me!"
No longer the least bit embarrassed, I scooped up her legs and
threw them over my shoulders, leaning forward so her knees were
almost beside her face, ramming the throbbing prick into her
quivering cunt, until it was completely buried, before releasing
my hot load sticky cock juice.
She lay there smiling up at me with affectionate eyes, as the
cock within her jerked and pulsed the hot load deep in her heaving
belly, then gathering me into her arms, when I let her legs slip
from my shoulders and collapsed on top of her, after I had
finished draining my aching balls in her drooling cunt.
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She allowed me to savor the fabulous sensation of her educated
cunt milking the last drops of semen from the buried prick, until
it finally slipped from her of it's own accord, before gently
pushing me from her perspiring body.
"Come on darling," she whispered, "we have to get cleaned up
before Norma gets home. I don't want her to know I'm letting you
fuck me."
When I had entered her room, I had been a young boy full of
life and vitality, but when I left it, I felt like a tired old
man. My knees were actually shaking as I made my way downstairs
to the kitchen for a cup of coffee to give me strength.
"My god, you look terrible!" Ruth laughed, as I almost
staggered into the kitchen, "Sit down, before you fall down!"
"What have you been doing you young devil?" she grinned, after
pouring me the needed coffee and sitting down across the table
from me, as I sipped the hot brew, her amused eyes meeting mine,
"Taking some more pictures with Susan again?"
"No," I grinned back at her, "besides the next time I want to
take those kind of pictures, I'm going to take you to the
greenhouse."
"Forget it, honey!" she laughed, flushing brightly, but never
taking her eyes from my face, "I'd kill you!"
"Who knows," I laughed, sipping some more coffee, "I might
want to commit suicide!"
We had no more time to pursue the subject, for Susan came
rushing in to inform us that she thought Norma was moving out!
Perhaps I shouldn't have been so vindictive, but when I
arrived in the living room and found Claire and her sister engaged
in a rather emotional discussion about Norma wanting to move out
on her own. As I sat down beside my step mother on the sofa, she
continued trying to persuade Norma that she should remain with us,
at least until she had found some sort of employment. It was
then, for the first time since Norma moved in on us, I took her
side by telling Claire to let her go if she wasn't happy with us.
The expression on Norma's face, when I spoke, was enough to
convince me that all this talk of leaving was merely a sham to get
her sister's sympathy, so Claire would make concessions to her to
persuade her to stay with us and I lost no time in expressing my
opinion.
"She hasn't been happy here since you fired Marie," I
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repeated, grinning at Norma as I spoke, "so why force her to stay
when she's so unhappy? After all, if she finds it so terrible
living here with nothing to do but go shopping for you once in
awhile, let her go, maybe she enjoy workings for a living."
"I suppose your right dear," Claire sighed, from the glint of
amusement in her eyes, she obviously also realized the truth now,
"it would be selfish on us to insist she stay here if she's so
unhappy."
It was hard to control the laughter I felt bubbling up within
me, for Norma was staring at her sister in open disbelief, for it
was all too obvious that she had never expected her sister to
agree to her leaving, despite their earlier disagreement.
"Well what do you expect me to do?" she asked, her usual self-
confidence shattered now as she tried desperately to find a way to
back off from her threat to leave and still save face, "You've
made it all too clear that you don't care about me anymore, ever
since you fired Marie and never got another maid to take her
place."
"If only reason you want to leave is so you can have a maid,"
I grinned, not giving my step mother an opportunity to offer her
one, "why don't you hire one for yourself?"
"It seems as though Bill understands your problem better than
I do," Claire grinned, getting to her feet now, "so I'll leave it
up to the two of you to decide what your going to do."
As I watched Norma's expression, I wished I had my camera with
me, for it was something that should have been saved for
posterity. She stood there staring, in speechless dismay, at the
back of her departing sister, her expression giving mute testimony
that she had never dreamed that her future would depend on me,
when she had tried this ploy to regain her former position of
authority.
In all the years I had known her, I had never seen Norma look
as dejected as she did when she turned to face me, after we heard
her sister's bedroom door close behind her.
"All right," she sighed, flushing brightly as her dull
lifeless looking eyes met my amused ones, "you win. I'm smart
enough to know when I'm beaten, so what do I have to do to stay
here?"
"I thought you wanted to leave," I asked in mock surprise,
"how come the sudden change on mind?"
"You know damn well I never wanted to leave," she said, in a
flat voice, "so let's stop kidding each other now and tell me what
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I have to do to stay on here."
"Why not just tell her that you've changed your mind about
leaving?" I asked, stalling for time, for I knew damn well she
would never have given me the satisfaction of admitting defeat, if
she had any place else to go, but I needed time to decide how I
would make her pay for all the past the grievances she had done
me.
"You know damn well I can't do that without admitting I was
bluffing and she would never forgive me for using those tactics
with her, so we both know that your my only hope of staying on
here now," she replied, proving she was smart enough to realize I
also wasn't a fool, "Now tell me what I'm going to have to do to
get your support."
She knew without my telling her, her cheeks flaming, as I
lifted my eyes from her long slim legs to her flushed face,
leering at her like a true cad, but to my astonishment, neither
her expression nor her voice showed any of the indignation and
disgust I had expected.
"If that's what your price," she said in a cold unemotional
voice, "I guess I'll have to pay it."
"That's my price," I grinned, recovering from her calm
acceptance of my visual suggestion, "but I'm not going to take
you, your going to do it to me."
"You mean your just going to lay there and make me do it to
you?" she asked, staring at me incredulously, for it had been
quite clear from her attitude that she intended to deprive me of
any pleasure I might get from her, by laying like a corpse while I
used her body.
"Now you've got it!" I laughed, enjoying the expression on her
face now to the fullest, as I watched her picturing in her mind
what it would be like impaling herself on my cock.
"Isn't it enough that your making me a prostitute," she asked,
visibly shaken now, as she continued to stare at me, "without
making me do it to you?"
"I'm no fool," I replied, watching her carefully as I spoke,
"I know damn well you would somehow arrange for Claire to catch me
screwing you, but if your the one taking the initiative, your
going to have a hard time convincing her that it was my idea."
"Why would I do anything like that for God's sake?" she asked,
trying hard to keep her eyes from wavering from my probing ones,
"I couldn't admit I did it to get you to allow me to stay, without
admitting I had no intention of moving in the first place."
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"So she would think I forced you to do it," I grinned,
returning her gaze as I spoke, "which would accomplish the two
things you want most right now, give you the upper hand over her
again and a chance to get rid of me, by proving I really am a sex
maniac after all and should be sent away to that military school."
"What do you think she would do to you," she asked with
flicker of hope in her tone, "if I were to tell her that you want
to turn her sister into a whore?"
"Be my guest," I laughed, determined I wasn't about to give
her anything that she might think would upset me, "but I suggest
you pack your bags first, because she is going to think you have a
one track mind, if you use the same old story of my forcing myself
on a woman."
"If I do what you want," she asked, her tone and expression
telling me more eloquently than words that she knew she had no
alternative now, "how can I be sure that you won't arrange to have
her catch us in the act and blame me for it all, so she will end
up throwing me out anyway?"
"Oh come on," I chuckled, letting my eyes slide over her well
shaped body as I spoke, "if your good at it, why would I want her
to catch us?"
"When do you want me to do it?" she asked meekly, her cheeks
flaming again, as she dropped her eyes to her hands that she was
wringing in her lap.
"Suppose you come to my room tonight," I replied softly,
"after she's gone to bed, then we will both be undressed and
comfortable?"
"All right," she said, her voice quivering, "but don't expect
me to be as good at it as Marie, because I only did it once when I
was still in high school."
It was past midnight, when Norma slipped silently into my
darkened bedroom, but not before light from the hall had
illuminated her lovely naked body through the thin nightgown she
was wearing, confirming my suspicion that she had a beautiful
figure, that her usual attire concealed completely.
"Oh God, turn out the light!" she gasped, when I flicked on
the lamp on my night table, which allowed me the pleasure of
seeing her feminine charms more clearly, "It's bad enough I'm here
without being embarrassed even more by letting you see me dressed
this way!"
"You might as well get used to it honey," I grinned, making no
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move to turn out the light as I let my eyes feast on her clearly
visible body, "because in a minute your going to be showing me a
lot more than you're doing now, so stop wasting time and take off
that lovely nightgown, before it gets torn and come to bed like a
good girl."
"You are a bastard," she said softly, as she looked at me with
something closer to hatred than anything else, before pulling the
flimsy material over her head, "You could at least treat me like a
woman, instead of laying there inspecting me like a piece of
meat."
"If you don't know the difference between a man admiring a
lovely looking woman and one looking at a piece of meat," I
laughed, as she stood before me, naked and defiant, staring down
at me, "I can understand why you never got married."
Some of the hardness left her eyes at my words and a flush
came to her cheeks, as she suddenly threw up the sheet under which
I was laying and slipped in beside me.
"Now will you please turn out the lights?" she asked, sounding
a little breathless as her warm leg came in contact with my own
naked body.
Without saying anything I did as she asked, for I could feel
my cock stiffening at the first touch of her warm skin, then as I
laid back next to her, she spoke again, her voice actually
trembling now.
"How do I do it to you?" she asked, sounding as though she was
going to cry at any minute, as I slipped my hand between her warm
damp thighs and began to slide a finger along her pussy's tight
lips, but she didn't try to resist me in the least, even when I
began to gently probe between them.
"Relax," I whispered, surprised when I felt her pussy already
coating my finger with her natural lubrication, "I'll do it to you
this time,"
She didn't speak again, until I had thrown off the sheet and
was preparing to fuck her, her whole body trembling as she timidly
slipped her arms around my neck.
"Oh God don't hurt me!" she sobbed softly, as I probed the
lips of her still tight, but now well lubricated cunt, with the
bloated head of my eager cock, "It feels so big, I don't know if
I'll be able to take it!"
"Oh Lord!" she gasped, when I suddenly plunged it into her
tight slippery cunt right up to the hilt, her arms damn near
breaking my neck as she squeezed it, then with a rather surprised
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tone, she whispered in a quivering voice, more to herself than to
me, "My God your in me!"
When I slowly started fucking her, she gradually relaxed, then
as I continued to pound away at her tender clinging pussy, she
began moaning deep in her throat and her hips began to pump up to
meet each thrust of my aching prick, until she was throwing
herself around like a woman possessed, her warm spends soaking my
bed.
"Oh God," she moaned, in a gasping whisper, "I love it, it
feels so good, I wish it would never end."
After having fucked her sister earlier, I thought for awhile
that she would get her wish, for Claire had drained my balls so
completely I was having a hard time getting excited enough to give
her the hot load she was now begging me to give her.
Even if Claire hadn't fucked my brains out that afternoon, the
shock of finding out her cold tight lipped sister was really a
cock hungry completely uninhibited woman, once she had a prick
stuck in her tight little cunt, would have been enough to slow my
coming. Naturally, not having to control my emotions so I
wouldn't come too soon, I was able to appreciate the irony of the
whole thing, as I continued to pound away at the moaning woman
beneath me, for instead of making her suffer, for her past
treatment of me, I seemed to be giving her more pleasure than she
had in years.
How long I fucked her that night before I finally shot my hot
load into her slobbering cunt, I have no idea, but I do know I was
too exhausted to do anything but fall on top of her gasping for
air, as she rained kissed on my face, her arms so tight around my
neck, I expected to hear it snap at any moment.
Of course it was some time, before I was able to talk again,
without gasping between each word, but she still hadn't released
her legs from around me, as she tried to stop my slowly softening
cock from slipping out of her slippery pussy.
"I'll tell Claire that I appealed to your better nature" I
whispered, after some thought, "and you decided you would stay on
for her sake. Who knows she might be so touched she'll give you
that maid after all."
"Why not tell her the truth," she giggled softly, as my cock
finally dropped to her wet thigh, "that it would take a team of
horses to get me away from here now that I know what a fabulously
fuck you can give a woman?"
It took a little while to convince her that I couldn't fuck
her again that night, but eventually she returned to her own room
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after agreeing with my idea of a new maid, leaving me to ponder
the fact that all my elaborate plans for revenge had gone for
naught, but oddly enough, I no longer cared, for I knew, without
her saying it, I had just acquired my most passionate and
demanding mistress.
The next few weeks were rather hectic for me, for Susan came
to my darkroom at least twice a week, for a little sexual fun and
games, while my loving stepmother insisted on relieving my sexual
frustrations at least once a week, whether I needed any relief or
not, but it was Norma that nearly killed me, for she would sneak
into my room three or four nights a week, fucking me until I was
too exhausted to move.
Fortunately all my mistresses became less passionate as time
passed, not that I wasn't fucking them all still, but they weren't
quite so demanding when I did it to them, even Norma had slowed
down to the point where she only came to my room twice a week.
It was to be expected I suppose, as I learned to satisfy all
my mistresses without killing myself anymore that I should notice
Ruth's figure, as I sat sipping coffee in the kitchen while she
stood by the sink washing dishes.
She had a very nice body for a woman of forty five or so, for
though she was thinner than any of the other women in the house,
she still had breasts that pushed out her loose fitting house
dress and her ass though small was nicely rounded, but it was her
long slender legs that were her most outstanding attribute. She
wasn't a pretty woman, but she was still very attractive in a
plain sort of way and her good nature and sense of humor more than
made up for her unspectacular facial features.
She paid no attention to me as I stood up and took my empty
coffee cup to the sink, but she damn near dropped the dish she was
wearing, when I slipped my arms around her waist, after putting
down the cup and saucer, pulling her back against the hardness of
my cock, that had developed as I had been watching her.
"Oh God," she laughed, as she put down the dish, "you scared
the hell out of me you young imp!"
"I have decided that life isn't worth living anymore," I said
softly, encouraged that she hadn't pushed me away yet, "so I
decided to let you help me commit suicide."
"Oh for God's sake!" she laughed, after a moment or two,
obviously puzzled by my words, then recalling what she had said
months ago, "I'd forgotten all about that, for a minute I thought
you were serious."
"The question is whether you were serious," I chuckled,
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allowing my hands to slip up to her breasts and start kneading
them gently even as I spoke, "or whether you were just bluffing."
"Oh God stop it," she whispered nervously, pushing at my
hands, "before someone comes in and sees us."
"No one is going to come in," I replied softly, resisting her
efforts to push my hands from her firm unfettered breasts, "and
you know it. Susan and Norma are both out shopping and Claire is
in her room napping."
"Oh no, stop it honey," she whispered, her nervousness
increasing to near panic, when I slipped my hands from her breasts
and pulled up her house dress, but she made no further attempt at
actually stopping me, "You'll get me fired."
Encouraged by her lack of resistance, I quickly shoved down
the little panties, revealing her well shaped ass, then quickly
dropped my own shorts and pants, freeing the already hard shaft
and within seconds, I was pushing it between the lips of her tight
cunt, as I pushed her forward over the edge of the sink.
"Oh my God," she moaned, as her pussy surrendered to the
insistent cock and let it slide into it's hot fiery depths, then I
was fucking her with hard powerful thrusts.
"For God's sake hurry up," she whispered, the panic gone now,
but not the nervousness, a few minutes later, as her neglected
love tunnel greased up the pumping shaft, "before we get caught."
"Push it back," I gasped, hammering her now, as I felt the
heavy load of cock juice beginning to churn up from my aching
balls, "so I can get it in deeper and I'll give it to you."
"Go ahead," she whispered, a little breathless herself now,
leaning farther forward as she complied with my request, "give it
to me!"
Looking down, I could see the cream flecked lips of cunt
grasping the thick prick between them, as it slid in and out of
her and that was exciting enough to trigger my climax.
Pulling her back with both hands on her hips, I buried the
pulsing cock as deep as possible, then she was moaning softly as
she felt the hot load of love juice squirting into her belly.
Naturally as soon as I finished unloading my sex offering, I
withdrew the dripping prick from her swollen pussy, allowing her
to straighten up again.
"You little devil," she said softly, turning to face me, as
she pulled up her panties again, ignoring the sticky cream
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dribbling down her thighs, as she faced me, her face as red as
fire, "you could have gotten me fired, if your aunt or step mother
had caught us."
"I don't know if I can believe you," I grinned, realizing she
wasn't the least bit angry with me for fucking her, only worried
about getting fired for letting me do it, "after all you said you
would kill me and here I am alive and well."
"All right lover," she grinned, her voice still barely more
than a whisper, as she suddenly reached out and took my hand,
pulling me toward the kitchen door as she spoke, "come to my room,
where we won't have to worry about being caught and you can finish
the job you started, then we'll see whether your alive and well
when I get done with you."
By the time I left her bedroom about an hour later, I was
sorry I had given into my impulse to fuck her, for she had damn
near succeeded in making good her promise of killing me. She had
fucked me continuously, pinching me, to cool my ardor, when I was
getting ready to come, then driving me to nearly climaxing again,
before repeating the whole thing again, so she was able to prolong
our wild bout until she was completely satisfied.
It was amazing, for as I sat, totally exhausted, at the
kitchen table, sipping another cup of coffee, she was once again
busily working around the kitchen, as though nothing had happened.
No one would have believed that only a few minutes earlier she had
been fucking like a wild woman, for after a quick shower, donning
a fresh house dress and her hair back in place, she looked exactly
the way she had when I had first entered the kitchen.
"What's the matter dear," she grinned, pouring herself a cup
of coffee finally and sitting down opposite me, "was Ruth too much
for her lover boy?"
"God you were fabulous," I replied honestly, as I grinned at
her, "but for awhile I thought you really were going to kill me
after all."
"You're pretty fabulous yourself honey," she whispered,
reaching over the table to take my hand as she looked into my
eyes, "I've never been so well fucked in my whole life."
With the addition of Ruth to my string of mistresses, I was
now fucking every woman in the house, but, even though it was a
highly enjoyable pastime, I had little time for anything else, for
when I wasn't actually fucking, I had to rest up for the next time
I would be in bed with one of them.
My plans for vengeance had backfired on me, for I all I
accomplished was making a physical wreck of myself and my troubles
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aren't over yet, because Claire is talking about me getting
married, assuring me that if my wife neglects me, she'll take care
of me sexually. Naturally, all the other women assured me of the
same thing, when Claire made her plans for me known. My only hope
now is that my future wife will hate sex, but the way my luck is
running, she will probably be a nymphomaniac!
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