Jennifer's Obsession: Payback

"I'm not into threesomes, Dave you go on through to the study right there," she said, pointing towards a door with her fore-finger. "I'll deal with you later," she said, turning to face Anthony. Dave did as he was told and left the living room, albeit with a slightly 'miffed' look about him. Anthony watched Jennifer, wondering how she was going to get to the 'having sex' part, and in the back of his mind still puzzling over her. He'd concluded that she didn't like Dave and that he'd only been invited along to make sure Anthony turned up, not because he thought highly of himself but because that's just how it felt. He still didn't know why she seemed to be gagging for a bit, but not really wanting it, deep down. Either way, he wasn't about to complain.

Jennifer walked through a doorway; it looked like it led to the kitchen. Anthony only had to wait for a moment before she reappeared. Fuck, I thought those 'slippers' were a bit funny, he thought, wide-eyed, smiling, and eyeing Jennifer from top to bottom. She was wearing fishnet stockings, a black skirt that Anthony thought of as a 'greyhound' (it was very close to the hare, he thought), a white blouse with a black-and-white cheque tie, a black jacket with numbers as epaulettes, and a policewoman's hat – it was Andrew's favourite outfit. The shoes she was wearing were just plain, flat black shoes – not Jennifer's choice, but Andrew's.

"It's a fair cop," Anthony said, offering his wrists – he didn't know what else to say. Jennifer slowly approached him, exploiting her curves as best she could. By the time she was stood in front of him, Anthony was visibly hard; an observation that would be very difficult to miss. He stepped back as she produced the handcuffs.

"Hands behind your back," she ordered sternly, as she moved around him so closely he could feel different bits of her body brush up against himself. Anthony obeyed. Jennifer positioned herself behind him with her legs spread wide. As his hands came round to his back she lowered her knickerless pussy right down onto them. He could feel the flesh of her lips pressing softly over his fingers and couldn't resist a little squeeze. She leaned over his one shoulder with her hot breath caressing his neck.

"You are a bad boy aren't you," she whispered whilst neatly cuffing his wrists. Anthony felt his cock straining against the denim of his jeans. Jennifer lowered herself a little more onto his fiddling hands, thrusting her pelvis as she did so. Her skirt had risen up to clearly expose her stocking tops and her close-cut pussy; not that Anthony could see mind you, but she could. She put her hands on her knees and rode his twitching fingers. Anthony could hear her groaning and feel her getting wet. God, how he wished he could see her. Suddenly she stopped.

"Do you know what I've got in my hand, bad boy?" she said, holding a truncheon-like object. Anthony turned his head, trying to get a glimpse of what it was. He needn't have because it came sliding over his shoulder. He eyed the object. It was about nine inches long and probably an inch and a half in diameter. He wasn't sure if it was made of wood or plastic. "Yeah," he said, "it's a truncheon."

It disappeared from view. A second later he could feel it being placed into his hands. He could feel a handle of some sort, like it was grooved. It was difficult to grip properly with his hands cuffed, but he managed to hold onto it.

"Now hold on tight, or I'll be taking you down," she said, smiling to herself. I hope so, Anthony thought, looking a little anxious. He felt the truncheon being moved, followed by a groan. It felt like he was a holding a rod with a fish attached. The truncheon began to push and heave in his hand.

"Oh yeah, now you fuck me good or you'll be in real trouble Mr." she groaned, thrusting her pussy down onto the stick he held in his hands and then almost retreating back off it, repeatedly. Anthony thought his cock was going to tear through his jeans. He looked down at his crotch and noticed a wet patch more than halfway down his thigh – it was that big.

He could hear Jennifer's groans and sighs, wishing it was his truncheon doing the fucking. He felt her hands clasp at his waist and heard her sinful whimpers getting quicker. Anthony's breathing got deeper and he'd now become aware of his heart beating. He suddenly let go of the stick and spun himself around so quickly he hadn't even thought about doing it. The world seemed to melt away as he stared at Jennifer, watching her slowly recover the truncheon from her pussy. His wrists chaffed as he strained against the cuffs – he so wanted to free his cock, it was almost unbearable. His lips puckered as the truncheon's end slipped out and her wet lips squelched as they peeled away from it.

"You naughty, naughty boy," she said, waving the truncheon back and forth in front of his face. "Now I'm going to have to punish you."

The truncheon made a cracking noise as it crashed into the wood floor. Jennifer pressed up against him, placing her left hand on Anthony's short hair, and her right hand over the outline of his, presently contained, beast. Fucking hell it's big, she thought as she ran her thumb and forefinger up and down its length. She tried hard not to look surprised at the mass he had between his legs.

"Uncuff me," he pleaded, as he kissed and licked at her neck, losing himself in the moment. "Your scent is the scent of unadulterated desire, and if you are to be the devil, then I am your disciple," he said, brokenly between breaths. Jennifer was stunned by his words. That's beautiful, she thought, deliberately not saying it aloud for fear of breaking the 'scene' she'd created.

She pushed him away from her. "Get down on your knees," she ordered, loudly. He did. "Now you do exactly as you're told, do you understand?" she said in a very commanding tone. He nodded, not taking his eyes off her pussy. She was going to make him lick her, but first, she wanted to see what a cock of his dimensions looked like in the flesh. She unbuttoned several of the buttons on her blouse, and heaved her full breasts out of the gap she'd created. She posed with hands on her hips for a moment, displaying her wares to him. His cock ached and he groaned with the pain. Jennifer bathed in his desire, feeling like there were a thousand hands stroking every part of her body; her nipples had visibly grown and her pussy had 'fleshed up' some more in just those few seconds of being stood there.

She cat-walked up to him and pressed her 'flesh' onto his face. "Don't you dare," she ordered, feeling his tongue separating her lips. He put his tongue back where it belonged. She bent over and reached for buttons that had been the cause of his ache. She was keen, and a little afraid also, to see what he had down there. One of her breasts swung about his face as she fiddled with his jeans; the soft, warm skin of it made him just want grab her and fuck her, but he couldn't – he was cuffed. She unbuttoned him but his long cock was trapped down inside his jeans.

Get to you feet," she said, making sure his face rubbed over at least one of her nipples as he did; she felt him tug at it briefly with his teeth. He stood up straight, his hands still straining against those cuffs; he just wanted to grab at her tits and ram his shaft into her, and she knew it. She took a hold of the waistband and slowly began to work it down over his thighs. She quietly gasped as she saw the base of his cock; it was so thick. She tugged the washed-out denim a little more; the tip of his cock was still buried deep down his leg and she could already see about five inches. She bent down a little further and tugged some more. Sprrrring! His cock flew up at her, hitting her hard under the chin. She wasn't sure if it was the impact that gave her a shudder or the sheer mass of his brute. She guessed it must have weighed a good five pounds, at least! She stood upright and stepped back, taking in the view. She put her hand over her mouth, worrying for a moment about whether she'd be able to take a length that great, and the girth; it was just plain frightening. He really was hung like a horse.

"Get on your knees," she said again. He did, again, although he looked a lot more relaxed now, what with his horse-dick being free of its confines. Jennifer felt her pussy almost close up in fright as she thought of what his monster might feel like inside her. I'm going to have to get really wet to fuck that cock, she thought, as she approached him, again.

"Let me see that tongue," she said, with her pussy an inch or so from his face. Anthony did what he was told and poked his tongue out. His tongue's big as well, she thought, as she leaned back like a limbo dancer and took a hold of her pussy lips with her fingers, holding them wide open.

"Now be a good boy and pleasure me, well," Jennifer snarled through gritted teeth. Like a slave, his obedient tongue touched her lips, and slid deep into her as far as it could go. She watched closely as his face gradually pressed up on her pussy, his tongue nowhere in sight but she could feel it alright; its warmth and its probing inside her caused her eyes to flutter. "Let me see you lick it," she said, her lips, facial now, curling back from her brilliant-white teeth. Like a dog he lapped at her. Starting from the bottom his tongue licked all the way up her mound, lifted off, and started at the bottom again. On and on, and on, and on he went.

His tongue felt soft, yet hard enough to separate her lips amply to feel his breath on her innards. Every long, slow lick felt like a tiny orgasm. She couldn't help but start to work her pelvis as if getting fucked. She was getting wetter, and wetter, and more flustered by the second. She grabbed his head by his ears - his hair was too short - and cast him away like a dirty vagabond. She quickly glanced at his enormous erection as he regained his balance, before turning around and bending over. He looked at her cute little ass, thinking she could have been aged about seventeen it was so well-formed and fresh looking... and the uniform - my God!

He imagined looking down at his cock, sliding into her from behind, holding the 'copper' in place by her tie. His cock began to ache like it was earlier, despite being free.

"How dare you make me wait, fucking lick me," Jennifer demanded, pouting her pussy at him. He went straight into her with his tongue. He fucked at her and licked at her as fast as he could; he needed to get his cock seen to in double quick time. Jennifer wriggled her pussy on his face to add to her pleasure, while he licked and fucked and kissed and ached.

"You fucking fucker, get that dirty tongue out of me" she said, still wriggling her pussy on his face. He withdrew. She stood upright and told him to do the same. She stood alongside him, looking down at his cock; veins had popped up all over it now, like one of those bodybuilders who appear as if they are about to burst open, and it was twitching as if it were a separate entity from Anthony. She just wanted to eat it all up, right there and then. He looked at her pretty face as if to say 'just touch it, please just touch it'. She looked him in the face, looked down at his cock, and slowly moved her open hand toward it. Her fingertips came into contact with the underside of his anomalous cock. It sprang upwards. Anthony groaned as if he were cumming. It fell back into place, landing back onto her fingertips. She slid her hand, slowly and gently, down its length – it took some time. Jennifer guessed it must be a good nine to ten inches. As she reached its tip, she held it between her thumb and forefinger, and slowly pulled his foreskin back. They sighed together as his deep-red helmet became exposed to the air. He watched her hand, which seemed almost like a doll's hand up against this mammoth cock, gradually form a grip around him – her fingers were a good inch or so away from her thumb it was so thick. She started to slide her hand up and down him, squeezing at him. Her pussy was ready to have it inside her.

Jennifer released his cock but started to stroke its swollen end with her forefinger as she positioned herself in front of him. She dropped down onto her knees, took a hold of his cock, and stuffed it in her cleavage. She wanted to give him a titty-wank but it was so long its tip was going up past her face. She looked up at him, retreated a little, and just about managed to take him in her mouth. She held her tits up either side of his cock as he started to fuck her face, so he could get a good look at her nipples.

She could feel his cock scraping over her teeth, top and bottom, despite having her mouth opened as wide as it would go. He started to fuck hard at her, his hands desperate to get a hold of her head so he could ram it down her throat. Jennifer suddenly pulled back from him; it was too much, it was choking her. Anthony continued to thrust nonetheless. She looked at his cock probing the air, again in awe of it. She got to her feet, turned around, and bent over. She placed her hands on her buttocks with her fingers reaching into her pussy to hold herself open – she needed as much help as she could get trying to get his oversized tool into her.

Anthony studied her for a moment. Those stockings, the little skirt, her pussy pouting out invitingly. He leaned a little to one side where he could see her breasts hanging down freely through the gap she'd made in her blouse with the cheque tie hanging down in front of them – he cursed his cuffs knowing he wouldn't be able to hold her steady by the tie now as he fucked her from behind. He looked down at his cock; it made her tight, little ass look even smaller than it already was. He stooped forward to get his cock to point downwards, and stepped forwards, trying to gain entry. He couldn't wait to feel her flesh on his. Jennifer felt his tip on her fingers. With her one hand she took a hold whilst her other tried desperately to stretch herself wide. It felt really strange to her, holding something so large and expecting to put it inside her. He could be a giant, she thought, if I hadn't already seen the rest of him. She dragged his tip into her warm, wet hole.

"Slowly!" she snapped, feeling him trying to just bang it into her. He gently pressed forward. She felt herself being pulled wider than she'd ever been opened before. The tip was inside her. She exhaled deeply as it firmly steamed into her. Fuck, he's going all the way in, she thought, not really believing it. She giggled like a school-girl as she finally felt his thighs squash up against her buttocks, knowing that the beast she'd seen was now all the way inside her. He started to withdraw; it seemed to take forever. Then, BANG! He rammed into her this time and because he couldn't hold her, he almost knocked her off her feet. She screamed out as he filled her.

"Stop, stop a minute," she pleaded. He stopped. Jennifer moved about on his cock to see what it felt like. It felt so huge and hard inside her she thought he might be able to lift her from the ground on it. She wriggled about some more, giggling at the sensation of it. She felt she was being spoiled, and probably was, for any other guy with a normal cock that is. "Let's go over here," she said, pointing towards the fireplace; she rose up, but not quite completely, and waddled over to it – waddling was the best she could manage with such a huge object inside her. She could feel its mass knocking her insides about as she went and had to fight the urge to jump up and down on it, as they were. Anthony followed behind; he had to, because the tightness of the fit meant there was no danger of it just slipping out.

Jennifer placed her hands on the original, but reconditioned, Victorian cast-iron fire-place with her palms pressed against the mantle-piece. Anthony felt her resistance to being moved and immediately penetrated deeper. Jennifer let out a sigh mixed with a giggle. Anthony quickly found a fast-paced tempo and one that suited Jennifer. She groaned deeper and louder with every thrust, even pressing down on him now as he entered – that was something she really didn't think she'd end up doing when she first saw what he had. There was no giggling now, and Anthony had adopted a very serious demeanour as he began to pound faster, harder, deeper. Jennifer focussed on the fullness that over-filled the gap between her legs, the glee causing her head to spin. Anthony got to watch his arm-like cock disappearing and reappearing into and out of her, as if by magic; it certainly felt like magic. Jennifer looked to her right side, smiling as she exhaled another thrust of pleasure. Anthony caught a glimpse and thought maybe she did it for him to see what he was doing to her, and maybe she was.

His gaze wandered to her swinging breasts that were only minutes ago wrapped around his cock. He sometimes caught a view of her nipples.

He snapped back upright and got really serious. "Oh... oh, rip me apart you fucker," Jennifer cried as she reached down between her legs grabbing for his cock. She wanted to feel his enormous shaft going in and out and in and out and in and out. She stroked it as it penetrated and withdrew, and penetrated and withdrew.

"Ahhhhhhhh... fuck, fuck, fuck" she screamed as a lightning bolt of pleasure ripped throughout every last inch of her body. Her hat fell off as her head dropped and her tits flung back and forth into her face and about her head. Anthony could look no more at his cock, or her ass, or her tits. With his eyes tightly closed he ripped into her mercilessly. In and out, in and out, in and out. He was driving into her spent body like a steam train. Just then the train began to derail as the fluid that had built up to dangerous levels begun to unleash its load. He exploded inside her already completely full pussy; the pressure of it tickled and was the coup de grâce for Jennifer. It took everything she had just to hold onto the mantle-piece while he finished off inside her. They both dropped to their knees with Anthony crouching over her.

They remained united for a while, until Jennifer summoned the strength to get to her feet, dragging herself off his ten inches. She smiled as it pulled out.

"That was fucking great," Anthony exclaimed as he struggled to his feet.

"That is some fucking cock," she said, watching it soften as she delved into her jacket pocket for the key to the cuffs. Anthony turned around for her. She gasped as he did; there was blood all around his wrists. She quickly released him and headed for the study, correcting her clothing as she went. Dave was walking away from the door, fiddling with his jeans looking rather red-faced and suspicious. She looked at the door and saw a spattering of something just below the handle. "Who's a little wanker then?" she asked, laughing as she turned and headed back toward the living-room.

"Come on, you'll have to go, my husband'll be back soon," she said, seriously.

"No worries," Anthony said as he finished off buttoning himself up followed by a quick rub of his wrists.

"Whoah, what about me?" Dave shouted as he rushed into the living-room, his brow furrowed.

"I don't think so, do you?" Jennifer said, in a school-masterly tone. She turned to Anthony. "It's been a pleasure meeting you," she said, smiling as she gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Perhaps I'll see you around."

"I hope so," Anthony replied as he headed for the door, ushering Dave along with him.

"Bye," she said, looking sweetly at Anthony.

Anthony waved as he, and a rather upset Dave, headed up the garden.

Jennifer closed the door on them and headed straight for the sixteenth Century bureau that sat against the wall to the right of the fireplace. She lifted its partially open cover and removed a cassette from a camcorder that had been sitting within.