by Mack Collins
“Yes,” I admitted shyly.
“Don’t be. I’ll be extra gentle” the worried look that he had on his face is now replaced by a warm assuring smile.
In the back of my mind I know he won’t hurt me, but I can’t help but cringe at how painful it was when he was trying to penetrate the slit with his dick. He notices the fearful look on my face and leans in, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. He then focuses his attention back to my virgin cunt. He takes hold of about half of his dick, and tries to penetrate me with just the head. Slowly he gives me gentle jabs with his head.
It is painful, but not as painful as the entire long dick. Over and over he pushes it in, slowly breaking down the barrier in my pussy.
Finally as if he’d had enough he releases his dick from his grasp and plunges the full length inside my pussy.
“Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” I cry out in pain. I close my eyes tightly and clench my teeth as he gives me a series of slow hard thrusts that have my body cringing and turning, unable to bear the pain.
“Relax” he instructs, as he leans in and takes hold of one of my nipples with his mouth. He is now sucking my nipple while he fucks me.
I can feel tiny sensations running through my body, his tongue hot and wet, and slowly the pain between my legs begins to subside. A sweet feeling of pleasure, pure pleasure begins to consume my entire being. How could this be? What had started out so painful was now completely filled with pleasure. I wanted to scream out in ecstasy. And I did.
“Oh Dave. YES!”
He was now serving me with a series of long hard strokes, mixed with short harder thrusts. The entire time, he kept panting and groaning and complimenting me on how tight my pussy was. It was almost like he was having more fun than I was.
I shrieked in pain. His dick was now banging against the walls of my pussy. He was so lost in the moment that he seemed to forget that he had told me that he would be gentle with me. He was like the energizer bunny, going up and down in my pussy relentlessly, not even stopping to catch his breath. His body tensed up and I could feel his dick becoming harder and harder inside my pussy. He was now also whispering obscenities in my ear; his mouth had left my nipples and had been caressing my ears lobes.
“Fuck That Pussy’s Sweet!” he said breathlessly, as he fucked me harder and harder. My juices were oozing out onto his dick. I gripped onto the sheets for support as Dave’s dick took me to cloud nine. The feel of his dick plummeting in my pussy had me moaning out in ecstasy. This is the best feeling ever.
“Cum for me baby” he groans with urgency in his voice. His tongue is now back flicking viciously over my nipples. I can feel my juices building up once again. He continues to thrust his dick inside my cunt, harder and harder, banging his pelvis against my body. His tongue is now devouring my nipples.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Shitttt!” he lets out a thunderous groan as he gives me several mighty rapid thrusts that have my body jerking viciously on the bed.
He explodes and a load of cum shoots through my pussy. He continues to suck onto my nipples and soon, I too reach my climax, dripping his cock with my cum.
I close my eyes lost in my thoughts; I had brought myself back to that moment in time.
Suddenly I felt a light tapping on my shoulder. I open my big eyes; Big Sue is now even closer to me now. A rush of fear shoots through my body when I realize that she has a similar look to what Dave had that day, when he first walked into my apartment.
“Gosh Linda, you have me all wet now” she says.
I look around it seems like all the other women are asleep. It is completely quiet; the only people awake are Big Sue and I. I was so engrossed in my story that I lost track of the time.
“Oh hell, where the heck’s Robert?” I ask myself. I had left him a message earlier in the afternoon, and I had not heard anything from him yet.
My thoughts were disrupted by the feel of big Sue’s hand stroking my shoulders. I immediately got off the bed and I rushed over to the front of the cell putting some distance between the two of us.
“What the hell had just happened?”
Big Sue seemed unmoved. She actually seemed quite content with her recent action. I would have asked her why she did it, but I knew the answer.
“I’m not going to tell you the rest of my story if you do that again,” I teased, trying to break the tension between us.
She now showed a little emotion and gave me an embarrassed smile. “I’ll behave I promise. Anyways tell me about your sister Molly, and that might help me cool down a little,” she laughed.
I had not forgotten about Molly. She was tied into my life with Dave in so many ways. I took a deep breath, and I tried to relax, brushing off Big Sue’s attempt to come onto me. I walked over to the bed, and sat at the opposite end of her. Leaving a good distance between us, so that she wouldn’t be able to just lean over and make contact with my flesh.
“Molly, Molly” I said. I couldn’t help but feel a little regret over the fact that my relationship with my sister Molly had been far from perfect over the last few years. I decided to tell Big Sue about Molly’s affair with my ex-fiancé Dave.
“What she fucked your ex-fiancé?” Big Sue exclaimed. She had a look of terror in her face which was followed by a look of anger.
“How could she do that to YOU? Now that’s just wrong,” she was very upset by what I had just told her.
“Yes it’s true; Dave told me all about it. But she never did. She denied it like I was accusing her of murder.”
Big Sue shakes her head from side to side in disgust. “Sisters always let you down sometimes,” she said.
“Like my sister Mel, now that’s a whole other story right there,” she said coldly.
I did not know she had a sister, but from her expression I could tell that there was some bad blood between the two of them. I was inclined to ask her what happened between her and her sister but I decided to tell her my story first. Perhaps our stories would be similar in certain ways. From the little that I gathered we had both been betrayed by our sisters.
I continued to tell her about Molly and Dave.
I was out of town for a few weeks, Molly had been staying with Dave and I was on a break from college. I absolutely trusted the both of them. She was a good Christian girl, my sister she would never do anything to hurt me, right? And Dave, he had been the love of my life, we were about to get married, he would never cheat on me, especially, not with my own sister. So I left the two of them in the house. I spent a few weeks away, I did notice that I could never reach neither of them at a certain time in the evenings, but I ignored those very first warning signs.
When I got back home, I noticed something off about their chemistry; they were now really chummy with each other, always talking about something secretly behind my back. Laughing at each other’s jokes. And Dave isn’t that funny. But I ignored it again.
Finally one day, I noticed that she had several expensive jewelry pieces on her dresser. They seemed to be the kind of pieces that a man like Dave would purchase. In fact over the years he had given me several similar pieces. The changes in their behavior had already struck a weird thought in my mind. But this was my baby sister and my fiancé they wouldn’t do anything like that to me? However my lawyer instincts finally got the best of me and I could not ignore the compelling evidence against them.
I remember it all too well. It was a Friday evening, and both she and Dave had been out all night. They returned to the house the way they would normally do, she would walk in first and he would walk in about ten minutes later. I waited for her to turn her out the light in her room, and then I confronted Dave.
At first he tried to lie.
“Doesn’t he know he can’t lie to a lawyer?” Big Sue interrupted.
How did she know that I was lawyer? I did not recall telling her that.
“How’d you know I’m an attorney?’ I asked curiously.
“I saw your article on gender violence last month in the newspaper,” she informe
d me.
Thinking back I remembered that article, editors at that paper had been trying to get me to give them my advice and thoughts on gender violence for years. I had finally decided to do it and they published it last month.
“Your name and photo were at the bottom of the article” Big Sue added. “I’m very good with remembering faces.”
That explained how she would know me, I thought to myself.
I decided to finish off my story and proceeded to tell her how Dave had finally admitted to cheating with Molly that night. I did not even have to kick him out.
“I’m in Love with Molly” he said shamelessly as he took his keys and walked out.
I confronted Molly in the morning but she denied it, saying that Dave probably had a little crush on her that’s all. But as far her cheating with him, she said it was absolutely absurd that I would even believe such rubbish. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt back then, but years later, I found out the truth.
What she and Dave did was unforgivable, especially because...
I stopped, I heard footsteps walking towards the cell, and a policeman approached our cell.
“Looks like you just made bail” he said.
“I guess that’s my cue to leave” I said as I sprung up from the bed. “Not you. Her.” The officer said pointing to Big Sue.
I stopped dead in my tracks. What the hell had just happened?
Had Big Sue made bail before me?
A rush of fear engulfed my soul. I would be all alone in this cell tonight?
Where the fuck was Robert James?
CHAPTER THREE
The once somewhat crowded cell was now lonely; both the women that I had met in it were gone. I clung to the huge iron bars, sad and worried, where was Robert and why hadn’t he come to bail me out yet? It seemed like the opportune time for some self-reflection.
A stream of tears had now started making its way down the sides of my cheeks. My emotions were getting the best of me. I was remembering everything that happened and I was beginning to feel very remorseful. I almost hated myself for it, but then again Molly had pushed me to the edge. No sister should ever hurt their sister in the way that she had hurt me. I felt my blood boil and the intense hatred I had for Molly before I saw her lying in that hospital bed, had now resurfaced in the depths of my heart. It was the same feeling that I had felt the night of our last huge fight. The more I thought about it all, the angrier I became.
My God, why did she have to hurt me like that?
Couldn’t she have found any other guy to sleep with?
It was all just too much to deal with. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle the sound of my cries. I was in agony and I had lost all control. This lonely cell was doing me no good. I hated it in there. When the other women were in there with me, I felt their support; they were both so non-judgmental, unlike me. I cried and cried.
It took almost an hour for me to calm myself down. Why was I so angry at Molly, when I was just as guilty as her?
During the past year, I had managed to serve her with a dose of her own medicine. I had slept with her husband Robert. And he had made it incredibly easy for me to do. He was a few years younger than me, around Molly’s age, but that did not matter. As an investment banker, he was exactly the type of man I would normally date.
Molly and Robert had been married for five years when it happened. Their marriage seemed flawless in the eyes of everyone around except me. Robert was a man, and I believed that most men are unfaithful and those who don’t cheat have not gotten the opportunity to do it yet. My beliefs were confirmed on thanksgiving when Robert made advances towards me. Just thinking about it right now made my heart leap. I pulled my flushed face away from the tear soaked pillow and rolled over on my back. As I looked up I could see the springs beneath the twin bed above. A warm smile swept across my face as I allowed my mind to drift into the past. I reminisced about the first time Robert and I got better acquainted, which was two years prior to right now.
It was thanksgiving and we had decided that I would be hosting our family’s annual thanksgiving feast. My family had always been a small one; so it would only be Molly and her family and our aunt Gretchen coming over. Molly and Robert had a five year old daughter named Lilly; she was their pride and joy. The bond that Lilly had with her mother was so much stronger that what she had with her father. This mother and daughter duo was practically stuck at the hip.
Thinking back, I remembered exactly what Robert was wearing that day. He was casually dressed in a pair of khaki shorts with a blue polo shirt and brown sandals. It was a different look for him; he was usually always dressed very professionally with his top tucked in his pants and his jacket on his arm and his brief case in hand.
He had come to the apartment alone. Molly had dropped him off and had gone back to the airport to pick up Aunt Gretchen. As expected Lilly had chosen to stay with her mom, to enjoy the extra ride. I looked from the kitchen and saw him struggling through the door with several bags on his shoulder and a bowl of Molly’s famous turkey neck stew in his hand.
“Let me get that for you,” I said, wiping my hands quickly onto my apron and launching across the room to offer my assistance.
“Thanks. I swear Molly thinks I’m some sort of superman,” he laughed.
“Yep. With some super strength” I added when I felt the heaviness of one of the bags that he had been holding. I dropped it to the floor and decided to drag it alone to the corner of the living room.
“Geez, I hope its money in those bags,” I said jokingly. I left him momentarily and headed back into the kitchen to continue carving the turkey and all the other final preparations.
I looked over and saw him walking towards my direction. He took long slow strides; his lean body seemed to be calling out to me. As I looked at his perfectly tanned complexion I felt the desire to taste it, indulge upon it, and make love to it. I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from these carnal desires I was having for my sister’s husband. Looking down at the turkey on the table I tried to focus my attention on something else, anything else but Robert James. There was a brief moment of silence then he began asking questions about my life. His questions were deeply personal and I felt somewhat irritated that he felt it was okay to ask me about my personal affairs. I quickly tried to change the topic of our conversation.
“So when’s Gretchen coming in?” I asked.
“I think her flight’s scheduled to be here at eleven,” he looked down at his watch as he spoke.
“Darn, it’s almost twelve now. Hope she’s not mad at Molly,” he added after realizing how late it was.
Again our conversation changed, and now he was asking about life in the city. I did not mind this new set of questions; in fact I actually liked talking about life out here. After my break up with Dave, I had moved out of our suburban apartment and moved to the heart of the city. The distractions of the city helped me get over Dave and I was ever thankful for that.
The sound of my cell phone ringing in the distance interrupted our conversation.
“Hold on, let me get this,” I rushed from the kitchen to the living room to find my cell phone on the coffee table where it had been charging.
Molly was on the other end of the call. “Hey Moll, you seen Gretchen yet?”
“Yep I got Miss Busy Body here with me,” she laughed.
I could hear the older, almost senile woman in the background rambling on and on. Gretchen was the only living relative that we knew of. She was an older woman, in her early nineties, with a head full of grey hair and a petite, fragile looking frame. However her looks were somewhat deceiving because she was so agile and active. She always had some where to go, or something to do, it was actually really funny. Molly and I appropriately named her Miss Busy Body because she just could not remain still. Thankfully she never felt offended by the name and sometimes she would even refer to herself as Miss Busy Body.
“I think Miss Busy Body over here; wants to pick up
a few things at the store.”
“How did I know” I said jokingly.
“We’ll be a little late for lunch, do you mind?” Molly asked, as if she were asking for my permission.
I knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to see whether I’ll say something that she can use as an excuse to not go to the store.
“Oh no, I don’t mind.” I laughed.
“Pick me up a pecan pie and some napkins while you there,” I added before ending the call.
As I was placing the phone back on the table where it had been, I heard Robert’s voice from a distance.
“Was that Molly?” he asked.
I looked over to where he was standing and informed him that they were going to stop off at the store before coming to the apartment. As I moved closer to Robert, I realized that he was sneaking glances at my chest. Was he peaking at my cleavage?
I had one of my favorite dresses on. A short black summer dress which accentuated my curves, it also had a low V-neck that plunged deep down my chest exposing the top part of my breasts and the crevice between it. I had known that I had a little too much showing but I was not worried about it since I was in the comforts of my home with my close family. After all, the only male that I would be seeing today was my sister’s husband. However Robert seemed unable to get his eyes off me.
My eyes finally caught his in the exact moment when he was looking directly at my boobs. I could almost hear him gasp when I caught him. He smiled sheepishly and tried to look away but it was now too late, I had already seen him. Was he interested in ME?
It was a bit of an ego boost to see a younger man pay such attention to my body. I was always a great catch for most men my age and older but the younger guys in their twenties seemed to shy away from me. I knew I was an attractive woman, but perhaps my success coupled with the age gap must have been a bit of a turn off for them. But now that I had seen Robert in the act, it was time to move on to phase two of my secret plan for the “happy couple”. Molly had in the past taken something very special and dear to me and now it was payback time. I wanted her to feel the hurt that I felt. I longed to see her cry endlessly knowing that the man she loved, the man she believed would have done her no wrong, had in fact committed the ultimate betrayal.
