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Chapter 31 Playing School Girl
“Hello, Stacy, I’m Vera and this is Gary,” said Vera Russo after stepping quickly inside the apartment door. She delivered a quick kiss to Stacy’s cheek as she made the introduction. Stacy had pictured her as a take-charge type and the way she shook her hand and introduced her husband was proving Stacy correct. They had arrived precisely on time.
Mark had been trailing them. He called to report that the Russo’s had parked their car at the Charles Hotel then got into a cab headed in her direction. The cab dropped them off at a nearby mini-mart and they walked five blocks to the apartment complex. Mark captured each step of their movement on video. It would be added to the Zodiac footage to create a complete story of the Russo’s visit to a much younger girl for bizarre sex.
“They are one cautious couple,” said Mark watching them walk along Memorial Drive. The wife’s pretty hot. I’m looking forward to watching the DVD.”
“Your bisexual side will appreciate the husband’s nine inch cock,” said Stacy taking a final check in the mirror.
“A real nine inches,” said Mark.
“I haven’t measured it myself but the wife swears he’s a tripod,” said Stacy slipping on the wire-rimmed glasses that Portia said made her look years younger.
“Well, once they’ve seen the DVD, I’ll invite him to one of the down low parties at City Hall. They’re coming up your walk. It’s showtime,” said Mark ending the call.
Days before she and Portia had visited the Goodwill Store and luckily acquired a uniform someone from Bishop Fenwick High School had donated. By a stroke of luck, a navy blazer with the school crest, white cotton oxford cloth shirt with a button down collar, striped tie in the school colors and red tartan plaid skirt were hanging on the rack containing Stacy’s size.
“Bonitas Et Fidelitas,” read Stacy from the blazer’s crest.
“It’s Latin for Goodness and Loyalty,” said Portia holding the skirt up against Stacy. “Catholic girls aren’t afraid to show some leg.”
Stacy’s long legs made it unnecessary to shorten the skirt. She purchased a pair of white knee socks. She and Portia debated shoes. Heels were sexier but saddle oxfords more authentic. Stacy bought both but at the last minute chose the oxfords. Wire rim glasses with a clear lens completed the look. Portia chose a pair of barrettes with butterflies for Stacy’s hair.
“First time in months I’ve worn a panty like these,” said Stacy lifting her skirt to show Portia her full cotton panty.
“Hold that pose. Lick your lips and smile,” said Portia aiming her camera at Stacy.
“What are those for,” asked Stacy posing for the camera?
“Margaux, she asked me what my room mate looked like,” said Portia.
“She’ll think I’m some kind of weirdo,” said Stacy bending over to expose her panty-covered rear to the camera.
“She’s dying to fuck you already. That’s hot. Here, lick this as you look into the camera,” said Portia handing Stacy a dildo.
Stacy thrust out her chest and tilted her rear toward the camera as she swirled her tongue over the faux cock.
“You’ve got to wear that outfit for me, sometime,” said Portia downloading the images of Stacy to her PC then attaching them to an email to her sister in Baghdad.
“Why,” asked Stacy looking over Portia’s shoulder?
“You look so incredibly sexy but at the same time, very young and innocent. If you didn’t have to leave, I’d bend you over, pull your sweet little school girl britches down, paddle your tush, and fuck your brains out with my strap on.”
“I don’t get it,” said Stacy looking at herself in the mirror. “This is pretty close to how I looked in high school. They made us wear a uniform. Most of us good girls wore a full panty because the boys were always lifting our skirts. Sometimes to get extra attention, I’d wear a thong under my full panty then take it off when I got to school. The guys were really shocked when they felt your bare butt.”
“I have a confession to make. At my high school in Trenton, I belonged to a girl’s gang. That was a matter of survival. A couple of times a year we would drive out to the burbs and kidnap girls from St. Cecilia’s. They wore a uniform.”
“You actually kidnapped them. How did you do that?”
“It wasn’t that difficult. Find a group of cuties walking home together on a side street. Politely ask for directions. Taser them when they walked over to help then throw their butts in the back of the van and duct tape their hands and feet.”
“St. Cecilia’s, sounds like a Catholic high school, why did you do that?”
“Looking back, I suppose it was class envy. Those girls had nice things like decent clothes and fathers who didn’t get drunk and beat the shit out of them. But we didn’t think that way at the time. We thought we were just taking the high and mighty bitches down a peg,” said Portia.
“What did you do?”
“What didn’t we do is an easier question to answer. We’d take them to this old abandoned warehouse near the Passaic River. We’d start by tie them over saw horses and whipping their ass with leather belts to make sure they did what they were told. Of course, we told them if they did what we said, they’d get home safely.”
“Or,” asked Stacy?
“We’d cut their faces with razors. Disfigurement is a woman’s greatest fear. Actually, we never came close to that. The ass whipping worked. You take some candy ass femme from the burbs and lay a couple of dozen hard strokes on her bare butt she becomes very cooperative. It was amazing how it changed their attitude from no fucking way to me first.”
“From personal experience, I know something about the effect of pain on long held values,” said Stacy.
“After we changed their view of what constituted acceptable behavior, they had to make out as they undressed each other. Some of them didn’t find that difficult,” said Portia.
“And for the ones that did,” asked Stacy?
“A Taser between their legs encouraged their cooperation,” said Portia.
“I can only imagine how that felt,” said Stacy lifting her skirt to stroke her sex.
“I had it done to me one time by Margaux,” said Portia. “But I deserved it.”
“Why,” asked Stacy?
“I borrowed her favorite blouse without asking and got something on it. I was asleep when she found it ruined. It was a hell of a way to wake up. I never borrowed anything of hers again.”
“I have got to meet your sister some time. So what else did you do to the poor girls of St. Cecilia?” said Stacy unable to resist the urge to masturbate.
“Various perverted acts, our favorite was to make them straddle a chair with a ten inch dildo stuck to the seat,” said Portia. “Once we had it in their pussy, we pushed them down until their butt touched.”
“Lubricated, I hope,” asked Stacy?
“Of course, we weren’t complete animals. After being fully impaled, they were required to masturbate for the camcorder.”
“You filmed it,’ asked Stacy slipping her fingers under the seam of her white cotton school girl panties.
“It added immensely to our enjoyment and provided porn we could get off to later. However I do feel a tad guilty about it today.”
“Perhaps after the Russo affair is over, maybe we could assuage your guilt by dressing you up as a St. Cecilia student. I could punish you.”
“I’d like that. We have everything we need,” said Portia referring to the collection of S&M paraphernalia Stacy had purchased.
“You can be the dominant to start and then we can switch,” said Stacy deciding that jerking off before she left would relax her for her attempt at blackmail. She slid the panty off then placed her leg over the chair arm and resumed stroking her clit. “What else did you do to them after you forced ten inches of faux cock in their sweet young pussies?”
“Surprisingly, at least to we ghetto dollies whose virginity was passé before we graduated middle school, several turned out to be virgins so we introduced them to a whole new world.”
“I plowed through my hymen with the handle of my hairbrush. It only hurt a little,” said Stacy.
“I uncapped my manhole with a coke bottle. It was part of the initiation in Margaux’s club. You had to demonstrate the vaginal capacity to bury a six and an half ounce bottle,” said Portia who like Stacy had begun to masturbate.
“How did you know the any of the St. Cecilia students were virgins,” asked Stacy?
“I guess we took their word. There are girls who have a hymen so tough and durable, that a surgeon’s scalpel is required to remove it,” said Portia.
“I recall my mother mentioning the possibility my hymen could be a problem. When I assured her it wasn’t, she looked surprised,” said Stacy.
“Returning to my tale of wrong doing, one of the girls, an adorable little brunette with almost no tits or pubic hair, turned out to still have her hymen. She was virgo intactus. And it took several of we ladies pushing with all our might to change her status. We were lucky we didn’t rupture something.”
“I would have loved to see that. She must have bled all over,” said Stacy working her clit with one hand while she inserted two fingers in her vagina.
“Like a stuck pig, when we started, she screamed like a banshee and begged us not to deflower her. She was saving it for Mr. Right,” said Portia.
“I gather you didn’t take pity on her,” said Stacy stroking her sex with both hands.
“Pity was in short supply that day. But we did turn her upside down and examine this phenomenon. Her manhole cover felt thick as shoe leather and just a tough,” said Portia.
“But you overcame that obstacle,” said Stacy.
“Yes, two girls held her in a split while another aligned the dildo with her vagina,” said Portia.
“And what role did you play,” asked Stacy?
“I placed my hands on the top of her shoulders and pushing down. She fainted by the time, her bottom touched down on the bloody seat,” said Portia.
“Did you taste her virgin blood in hopes of restoring your own innocence,” asked Stacy?
“No, but we did post the video to a WEB site. Once the word got around there was an actual deflowering, a very rarely filmed event in Trenton and Cyberspace, the site took so many hits, the server went down,” said Portia.
“Amazing,” said Stacy. “What came next after the dildo rape?”
“Things became more relaxed. We made them sixty-nine while we masturbated with dildos. Then they got the thrill of munching our rugs. Catholic girls love to eat pussy.”
“I’m going to come,” said Stacy beginning her orgasm.
“I’ll join you,” said Portia allowing her climax to start.
“So how did it end,” asked Stacy using a tissue to wipe her cunt.
“If they were pretty and we only took the pretty ones, we all wound up in a pile of naked flesh. But if we didn’t like their attitude, we’d call up some of the guys and invite them over for a piece of tail,” said Portia.
“What do you mean by attitude,” asked Stacy?
“Treating us a ghetto trash, which of course, we were but they didn’t have to rub it in,” said Portia.
“So they got to pull a train,” said Stacy.
“Yes, you should have seen their faces when our black athletes dropped their pants revealing their ghetto anacondas.”
“How did it end up?”
“After they pulled a train, we took them back to St. Cecilia’s and dropped them off in the parking lot. Most of them didn’t leave the same person as they arrived.”
“They didn’t call the police,” asked Stacy?
“No, too embarrassing,” said Portia. “Besides what would the cop’s do? We were all underage.”
“Sounds very erotic, oops, I’m almost late. Wish me luck,” said Stacy grabbing a bag of props and heading toward the door.
***
When Stacy arrived at the apartment, she placed several of her high school textbooks on the desk in the living room corner. Vera was to act as her tutor. Stacy had not done her assignments. A spanking with a ruler followed by sex with first Vera and then Gary would ensue. Vera was to bring a paddle, a selection of sex toys and lubricant. “Leave all that to me,” said Vera during the phone call.
Following Portia’s advice, Stacy had purchased a pre-paid, disposable cell phone to communicate with the Russo’s. Mike had been impressed enough to comment. “Smart, very smart, maybe we should make Portia a full fledged Posse girl,” was Mike’s ominous comment when Stacy showed Mike the cell phone and credited Portia with the idea.
“Please leave Portia alone. She doesn’t need to be part of the Posse,” said Stacy.
“She’s already a part. You’re the one who brought her into the picture. By the way, Ray Luchino died the other day but he said nice things about you and Portia. Just keep doing like you’re told and Portia will be fine.”
“Would either of you like something to drink,” asked Stacy gesturing toward the full bar. She and the Russo’s were standing in the living room.
“Water would be great,” said Gary.
“Water for me too,” added Vera looking around. “This is a nice place, Stacy.”
“Too nice for a college student, it belongs to my best friend, Michelle. She’s in Africa working for Project Hope. Michelle lets me use it when she’s away,” said Stacy.
“Have you known her long,” asked Vera?
“A year, we met a Marasol’s,” said Stacy mentioning the name of an upscale lounge frequented by lesbians. “She’s older. She has her MD.”
“I see. So I take it Michelle is a lesbian,” asked Vera?
“She tells everyone she is. But she was married once. To an officer in the Marines, it didn’t work out,” said Stacy.
“Is this her,” asked Vera picking up a picture of Portia’s older sister? It showed a woman standing in front of the Sphinx with two other women.
“Yes, she’s the one in the middle. That was taken last summer. Michelle loves to travel. I’m going to travel with her after I graduate.”
“She’s pretty,” said Vera examining the picture closely.
“Michelle’s a lot of fun and very dedicated to helping others,” said Stacy.
“You don’t look near twenty one in your uniform. Did you go to Bishop Fenwick?” asked Gary?
“No, I went to a private high school. I found this in a used clothing store. I thought looking the part would help me get my head into the role-play. I believe attention to detail is important.”
“I totally agree,” said Vera looking pleased.
“I need to change,” said Gary interrupting.
“The bedroom is in there,” said Stacy pointing toward the door. “Please have a seat, Vera.”
Gary picked up a small nylon bag with the New England Patriot’s logo and walked quickly into the bedroom shutting the door.
“Men are so impatient when it comes to sex,” said Vera taking a seat beside Stacy.
“I’m feeling impatient, too,” said Stacy turning toward Vera and kissing her.
“That was nice,” said Vera once the kiss ended. “You make me wish Gary wasn’t here.”
“Maybe if things work out, something can be arranged,” said Stacy before kissing Vera once more.
The two were seriously making out when Gary wobbled back into the room. It took all of Stacy’s self control not to burst in to laughter at the sight of the platinum blonde wig, poorly applied make-up and red silk print dress. He looked to be a serious candidate for a twisted ankle the way he was walking in four inch red pumps that were the wrong shade of red.
Stacy wondered why Vera did not help her husband with his feminine attire. If I were married to a cross dresser, he’d look better than Gary decided Stacy.
“Say hello to Gina, Stacy,” said Vera.
“Hello Gina, you look very nice,” said Stacy reaching out her hand to indicate he should take a seat beside her.
“See, my undies match,” said Gary lifting his skirt to reveal hose, garter belt, and panty all in red. His cockhead was poking above the waistband of the sheer red panty like some pink primordial creature spying on unsuspecting prey.
“Let’s girls make out to start,” said Gina plotting down on the couch beside Stacy.
During their telephone conversation, Vera had mentioned her husband cross-dressed and asked Stacy’s indulgence with some of his eccentricities. “He likes you to call his bung hole a man pussy,” said Vera.
However the difference between knowing about his cross dressing and seeing was profound. Gary’s swarthy complexion and hairy body made him look all wrong dressed as a woman. Still, Stacy had a job to do. Failure would incur Mike’s wraith. Plus her personal determination to carry it off successfully came into play.
“You’ve very pretty, Gina,” said Stacy turning to Gary and kissing him. “I can’t wait to see your man pussy.”
***
“Stacia Todd, why are your assignments not done,” asked Vera in as stern and demanding a tone as an experienced school principal could muster?
Stacy had never engaged in sexual role-play and she was concerned whether she could carry it off. “I’ve never acted or performed,” said Stacy earlier confiding her fears to Portia.
“You were never in a high school play,” asked Portia? “I’d figure with your looks you’d be asked.”
“No, never, my Mom discouraged me from any activity that didn’t lead to higher SAT scores.”
“The secret is to become the character. Just pretend you are a high school student who’s neglecting her studies. You need to think of yourself as that person,” said Portia.
“And for the second act,” asked Stacy?
“That should be easy. You become a meaner and nastier version of Vera Russo,” said Portia. “Come on, let’s rehearse. Pretend I’m Vera.”
The rehearsals had led to some very hot girl sex. For the first time in her life, Stacy paddled someone’s bottom. She had been horrified to discover how much she was turned on by the experience. Portia had assured her there was a little sadist in all of us.
That Vera knew Stacy’s correct name was intentional. It had been Portia’s suggestion that Stacy fabricate as little as possible about herself. There was a good chance Vera would perform a background check. As a school principal she had the capability. She could easily confirm Stacy Todd was a Harvard student whose parents were doctors in Weston.
After a very intense make out session on the couch in which Stacy and Vera had masturbated Gina to an orgasm that left a white stain running down the front of her dress, the role-play part of the evening began. The premise was simple. Vera was her tutor. Stacy was a lazy spoiled student who refused to take her studies seriously. At the start, Gary didn’t have a definite role other than to stand nearby stroking his cock with his dress hiked up to his waist and his red panty pulled down to his knees. He did seem very turned on by what he was watching.
“I’ve been too busy. Besides it’s boring,” said Stacy looking defiant.
Stacy and Vera were standing by the desk containing several open textbooks.
“Too busy at the mall I’d bet. That’s just not good enough,” said Vera reaching into her bag for a ridding crop. “I told you the next time you failed to complete your assignments, I would punish you.”
“Please don’t. I’ll finish next time,” said Stacy glancing at Gary AKA Gina seated nearby. He was watching intently. His hand and cock were glistening with lubricant as he slowly stroked his impressive manhood. Stacy didn’t have a measuring tape but she would have agreed to the nine-inch measurement. Plus it was nice and thick. In Stacy’s view, thick was better than long but long and thick were optimum.
Before they started the role-play of teacher and student there was a short prelude. Gina, speaking in a breathy falsetto, had made a request of Stacy as he handed her a large butt plug and a plastic squeeze bottle of Wet. “Insert this in my man pussy, please.”
“Of course,” said Stacy as she kissed Gina taking the plug and lubricant. This is going to take some effort realized Stacy observing the thickness of the anal intruder.
Gina turned his back to Stacy and bent over at the waist raising his skirt and widening his stance. Vera watched over Stacy’s shoulder as she covered the plug with lubricant then slid Gina’s red panty down his hairy thighs. Gina helpfully reached back to separate her buttocks.
“Oh, what a beautiful man pussy,” said Stacy tracing her slippery fingers over Gina’s anus down to his testicles. Her fingers stroked his scrotum as her thumb pushed past his sphincter.
Vera walked around to her husband’s front as she raised her skirt then pulled her panty crotch to one side. She delivered a ringing slap to the side of her husband’s face. “Lick my pussy, you pathetic faggot.”
As the sounds of Gina’s tongue working on Vera’s sex filled the room, Stacy positioned the plug’s pointed end at the center of the sphincter and pushed gently. The tip disappeared and a good inch entered her rectum.
“Oh, it hurts,” said Gina reacting to the stretching of his sphincter. He took several deep breaths to relax.
“Shut the fuck up, queer,” shouted Vera once again slapping Gina.
Stacy counted to five as she stroked Gina’s balls then inserted another inch. Gina whimpered as he began to loudly inhale and exhale. Stacy delivered a hard open palm slap to Gina’s flank as she forced another inch. Vera matched Stacy’s slap with her own.
“You want you ass fucked? Don’t you,” asked Vera?
“Yes, fuck my ass, Stacy, please,” cried Gina on the verge of tears.
The skin around Gina’s sphincter had lost its wrinkled appearance as Stacy worked the plug back and forth, going deeper each time.
“It’s so big,” whined Gina.
“Quit whining, Gina, or Stacy will ram it in that pathetic cunt of yours,” snapped Vera.
“You can take it, gorgeous,” said Stacy squeezing and twisting his testicles causing Gina to start crying in earnest.
“My pussy’s too small,” pleaded Gina.
“No, it’s not,” said Stacy delivering an open palm slap to each buttock that left a clear impression of her hand. After the second slap, she took a firm hold of Gina’s cock as she forced the full insertion of the butt plug.
A loud gasp followed by a short dance of pain ending in loud sobbing was Gina’s response.
Stacy jiggled the plug back and forth rotating it with the T-shaped handle. “Doesn’t that feel good now that its in,” asked Stacy?
“Oh yes, thank you,” said Gina enjoying the sensation of having his rectum filled.
“This will keep it in,” said Vera passing a thin leather strap attached to a narrow belt through Gina’s legs. She fastened it over the T-shaped handle.
Stacy slowly stroked Gina’s cock as Vera secured first the strap. His penis felt amazingly warm to her touch.
“What’s that for,” asked Stacy as Vera removed a metal cylinder from her bag.
“Ball stretcher, Gina faggot likes her nuts stretched. Don’t you, baby,” said Vera as she pulled his testicles down then surrounded the loose skein of flesh with the hinged cylinder before closing it.
“They’re nice and tight,” said Stacy feeling the way his testicles were squeezed into the bottom of his scrotum.
“He loves ball play. The further you stretch the more Gina likes it. I think we’re ready to play student and teacher,” said Vera as Gina carefully took a seat near the desk to watch Stacy and Vera begin the role-play.
“That’s what you said last time,” said Vera. “Now bend over the desk so I can punish you.”
“Please no,” said Stacy starting to cry. Vera had emphasized how important it was for Stacy to cry and plead before and during her punishment. It was something she had practiced with Portia.
“I said bend over and hold on to the edge of the desk and do not let go,” ordered Vera grabbing Stacy and pushing her face down.
“I promise I’ll complete my assignments from now on,” said Stacy starting to bawl.
“Never end a sentence with a preposition. I taught you better than that. Now, don’t move or I’ll paddle you double,” said Vera again forcefully pushing Stacy face forward on the desk.
Stacy continued to weep as she felt her skirt being flipped onto her back exposing her white cotton schoolgirl panty.
“No,” she wailed as Vera grabbed the waistband and pulled them down to her ankles and off. A finger trailed down her slit stopping to probe her entrance.
“You’re wet, you little slut. Have you let one of your classmates screw you?” said Vera. “You promised you wouldn’t let anyone fuck you after I caught you with Tom Sperry’s dick in your cunt.”
“No, I’ve been good,” said Stacy wondering who Tom Sperry was in Vera Russo’s life. Was he a classmate who took her cherry?
“Somebody’s cock has been in your hole. I can tell,” said Vera pushing two fingers into Stacy’s vagina.
“I had to let him screw me. It was only once,” bawled Stacy following the scenario Vera had emailed her.
“And exactly who was he, you little whore?”
“Mr. Sanders,” said Stacy enjoying the way Vera was rubbing her G-spot.
“Old Mr. Sanders, he’s nearly seventy. He’s your physics teacher. Why did you let him have you?”
“I was going to fail the course,” said Stacy.
“So you let him screw you for a passing grade,” said Vera forcing all four fingers inside Stacy.
“He gave me a B+. Stop. You’re hurting me.”
“Failing to do your assignments, bribing your professor with your body, what am I to do with you,” said Vera moving her hand back and forth pushing deeper each time.
“I won’t do it anymore,” wailed Stacy. “Just don’t spank me.”
“You need to be punished, young lady. Now hold on to the edge of the desk and don’t let go,” said Vera stepping back to remove something from her equipment bag.
“Hold still,” said Vera circling Stacy’s wrist with a nylon strap then closing the Velcro fastener. Vera passed the strap under the desk to secure Stacy’s other wrist then tightened the strap to where her chest pressed hard against the desktop.
“What are you going to do to me,” wailed Stacy surprising herself by bringing real tears to her eyes. The role-play was turning out to be easier than she had thought.
“Punish you in a way, you’ll never forget,” said Vera using a shorter strap to secure Stacy’s ankles to the legs of the desk. Quickly, Stacy found her legs were spread at a forty-five degree angle. Her movements were limited to an inch at most.
“Such a beautiful bottom,” said Vera taking a moment to rub her hand over Stacy’s globes. “It’s too bad it belongs to a cheap little whore who’s willing to trade it for favors.”
“Please don’t paddle me. I can’t stand it,” sobbed Stacy.
“Are you ready to be punished,” asked Vera stroking Stacy’s rear.
“No, please don’t. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll go down on you,” said Stacy.
“Slut, whore, you pathetic cunt,” said Vera picking up her riding crop and stepping back to swing. This is going well decided Vera noting that her husband’s hand was a blur as he stroked his cock. Stacy’s quite the little actress. Obviously she’s experienced.
Stacy screamed pulling hard on her restraints as her rear exploded in pain. The second blow hurt more than the first and she felt her bottom start to heat up. Vera, seemingly in a fit of rage, struck her repeatedly with as much strength as she could muster.
Stacy lost count of the number of times Vera applied the crop. Ever so often she stopped to feel Stacy’s sex inserting her fingers in her vagina.
“Doesn’t she taste delicious,” asked Vera offering fluid-coated fingers to Gina who sucked and licked them clean.
“Heavenly,” answered Gina.
“Please, Mrs. Russo, you’ve punished me enough. I’ll be a good girl from now on,” sobbed Stacy.
“Not nearly enough, young whores like yourself have to learn the hard way to behave, Gina, hand me my paddle,” said Vera.
“No, not the paddle,” pleaded Stacy not finding it difficult to sound sincere. The riding crop had hurt like hell.
“This should teach you,” said Vera taking a two handed baseball swing at Stacy’s rear with the leather covered paddle. The sound of a loud smack of leather on flesh filled the room.
Stacy felt a white sheet of pain sting the surface of her bottom. Light S&M my butt thought Stacy as the paddle caused her naked rear to explode in pain. Stacy was surprised when the slime-covered butt plug she had inserted in Gary’s rectum minutes before was dropped on the desktop mere inches from her face. Stacy watched as Gary moved one of the dining room chairs into her range of vision.
Between blows of the paddle she watched as he licked the stopper end of an impressively large dildo then stuck it to the smooth wooden surface of the chair seat. He lifted the hem of his skirt as she straddled the chair. The red panty had been removed. He squeezed some lubricant in his hand then reached back to re-lubricate his sphincter. Moving slowly and deliberately, he worked the tip of the dildo past his already stretched sphincter then slowly impaled himself. Murmuring about his man pussy he began raising and lowering his body as he stroked his penis.
Stacy hung on to the desk, making tearful and heartfelt pleas for Vera to stop. Vera stopped occasionally to feel the heat emanating from Stacy’s derriere and admire the slowly forming red whelps.
It was not too long before Vera unable to resist her urges any longer dropped the paddle to the floor as she buried her face between Stacy’s cherry buttocks. The sounds of the woman noisily alternating between rimming asshole and licking wet pussy filled the room. Stacy sighed in pleasure as Vera proved herself to be a more than adequate oral partner.
Stacy had relaxed with her eyes closed when she heard Gina scream, “What are you doing with my daughter, you perverted bitch. The second and weirder phase of the role-play had begun.
Stacy heard and felt a protesting Vera being dragged away. The mouth that was doing such wonderful things was no longer nestled in the crack of her ass. The warm tongue and talented fingers were gone. Behind her and out of view was a commotion.
“What did that sadistic cunt do to my precious sweet baby daughter,” said Gina as she unfastened the Velcro from Stacy’s wrists.
“She hurt me, Mama,” said Stacy raising up to exchange a very un motherly kiss with an obviously excited Gina. Kiss over, Gina bent down and freed Stacy’s ankles.
When Stacy turned she saw a seemingly terrified Vera lying on the floor with nylon ties around her wrists and ankles.
“My poor sweet baby girl,” said Gina taking Stacy in her arms for a prolonged bout of tongue kissing. Stacy could feel Gary’s hard cock pressing against her abdomen. His hand raised her short skirt and felt her sex.
“Let’s punish her, Mama,” said Stacy reaching down to rub the material covering Gina’s nine hard inches.
“The bitch deserves to suffer for hurting my darling daughter,” said Gina pressing her cock hard against Stacy.
“You better not touch me,” said Vera from her position on the floor.
“Mama, help me turn her bottom red as a cranberry bog,” said Stacy.
“Yes, let’s,” said Gina reaching down to lift a protesting Vera off the floor. Vera was a petite woman, physically smaller than Stacy and tiny compared to her six-foot husband.
“Strip her naked,” said Gina easily holding his wife.
“Yes, mama,” said Stacy removing Vera’s top with Gina’s help. Her bra quickly followed.
“Do her tits,” said Gina.
Vera writhed in pain as Stacy grabbed her nipples.
“You like that, Mrs. Russo,” asked Stacy looking into Vera’s eyes as she crushed the tender flesh flat.
“It hurts,” said Vera as Stacy pulled her flattened buds away from her chest while rotating her wrist.
“I’ll bet it does,” said Stacy giving them a final vicious twist before turning her attention to Vera’s skirt.
“I want you to whip the flesh off her ass,” said Gina as soon as Stacy had removed Vera’s pantry.
It was only a matter of minutes before Vera was restrained face down on the desk.
“She smells like a cur bitch in heat,” said Stacy putting her hand on Vera’s sex then bringing her fingers to her nose. When Stacy parted her labia, a wave of fluids oozed out on to her hand.
“Here, use this,” said Gina handing Stacy the oversized dildo he had just removed from the chair bottom.
Stacy hesitated a moment wondering whether the dildo was too large for Vera’s vagina. Then she reminded herself how sore her bottom felt. She embedded the head in a protesting Vera’s entrance.
“What’s that?” asked Vera reacting to the sensation of having her opening stretched.
“Gina’s dildo,” said Stacy.
“Christ, no, it’ll split me apart,” cried Vera.
“I doubt it. You’ve had two kids. The baby’s heads were about the same size,” said Stacy beginning to slowly push the dildo into Vera’s painfully stretched hole.
“I want the bitch to suffer,” said Gina reaching past Stacy to pound the base of the dildo with the heel of his hand. In one swift motion, the dildo disappeared inside Vera. The fake balls stopped its forward progress. Vera sounded an ear splitting shriek. She was so loud that Stacy could only hope that Mike was correct about the soundproofing he’d recently had installed in the apartment.
Gina immediately withdrew the dildo to where only the head was not visible then forced it inside to the maximum. Vera’s loud pitiful screams left no doubt she was seriously hurting. Gina repeated the dildo fucking a dozen strokes. At the end, Vera was reduced to a loud moan each time the latex manhood slammed into the wall of her cervix.
“This too,” said Gina handing Stacy the oversized butt plug she had previously inserted in her man pussy. Stacy following Gina’s example pushed the plug past Vera’s sphincter in one strong motion. Based on the way, Vera contorted her body as she screamed, she didn’t like it one bit.
“Whip her, “ said Gina handing Stacy the riding crop.
Stacy’s strong young arm caused large red whelps to appear on Vera’s bottom. After a short period, Gina handed Stacy the paddle and she continued until Vera’s butt was truly red as a cranberry bog at harvest time.
When they released Vera, she collapsed sobbing to the floor,
“Suck Mama’s cock, Stacy. She wants you to have her cream,” said Gina stroking his manhood. As Stacy dropped to her knees, she gave a moment’s thought to the idea four cameras were capturing the role-play for posterity. It had been the kind of weird bizarre sex that would doom the Russo’s to a lifetime of ridicule and shame should it become public. The twitching of Gary’s member indicating an imminent escape of semen interrupted her thoughts. Sucking hard on his piss hole and involving both hands in massaging his testicles, Stacy found herself with a mouthful of warm sperm.
Recognizing the primacy of Vera as the wife and respect of the institution of marriage, Stacy climbed on top the still prostrate sobbing woman.
“Open your mouth, cunt,” said Stacy as the two embraced. Vera eagerly accepted Stacy’s tongue along with a copious amount of saliva and semen. The two expressed their lustful nature by greedily exchanging the body fluids several times before swallowing the residue.
Role-play over, the three some rested on the living room couch hydrating themselves before they moved to the bedroom for several hours of uninhibited three-way vanilla sex. Stacy’s willingness to take Gary’s cock in her mouth seconds after it was withdrawn from Vera’s rectum established her as a winner in the Russo’s eyes.
Gary, supported by a generous dose of erectile dysfunction tablets, proved to have excellent powers of recovery. The finale was a prolonged power fuck with Gary pounding his cock in Stacy’s vagina while Vera performed yeoman oral service on whatever bit of flesh suited her fancy.
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“You did great, Stacia,” said Mike patting her bare knee. She was seated between Mike and Lou in the apartment living room along with the rest of the Posse. The Epps brothers along with Mark and Zack were seated on other components of the U-shaped sectional sofa that faced the large screen television.
As the only female present, it had felt weird watching herself with the Russos on the DVD. Stacy was fascinated and surprised by her on screen persona. She had a difficult time identifying with the sexual dynamo who took such intense pleasure from what was happening as the three naked bodies coupled in different combinations. It was the first time she had been able to observe the almost ferocious manner she exercised her sexual desires. Basically she had lead and driven the Russos to perform sexually with intensity that neither had come close to experiencing since their college days.
Zodiac’s final result had impressed Stacy with its professionalism. It was a carefully edited good quality ninety minutes of hardcore sex that began with quick shots of the Russos leaving their home then proceeding to making out on the same couch she was sitting on. It captured the role-play and ended in the bedroom with her and Vera lying on the bed with their head’s together, mouth’s open and tongue’s extended while Gary squirted jism over their faces. The final scene was the two of them kissing as they licked Gary’s semen off each other’s face.
“Gave me a hardon,” said Zack patting the tented crotch of his trousers.
“So how did the power couple react when you and Lou showed them the DVD,” asked Brad?
“I thought Gary was going to have a heart attack. Really the poor bastard almost passed out. Vera’s the tough one. She asked me how much it was going to cost to buy it back,” said Mike.
“What did you tell her?” asked Bobby? “A blowjob and a fuck for starters,” said Mike. “She needed to be taken down a peg or two.”
“God was she pissed when Mike told her to suck us off right then and there,” said Lou. “I thought she was going to have a stroke.”
“Really, that’s so fucking cool. Did she do it?” said Mark.
“Yeah, after a little discussion. Got right down on her knees and played our skin flutes while her husband watched,” said Mike. “I don’t think she likes it when someone else calls the shots.”
“How did he react,” asked Brad?
“Perverted bastard got a hard on so we insisted he join us in fucking his wife. After we left, I bet there was some heated conversation in the Russo household,” said Lou laughing.
“You both fucked her,” asked Mark?
“Hey, Lou’s my partners and we share,” said Mike. “After a slow start, she got into it and fucked like a pro.”
“She squealed a little when we turned her upside down and stuck both our dicks in her ass. She claimed it hurt. Can you imagine that?” said Lou.
“What happened next,” asked Zack?
“I told Gary that Cambridge PD was off his radarscope. Then I told him that when he ran for Congress that we would back him. I gave him fifty large to help set up his campaign,” said Mike.
“And he took it, of course,” asked Brad?
“With a smile and a thank you,” said Lou.
“Fucking politicians, they’re all crooks,” said Zack.
“And the Misses, how did you leave it with her,” asked Bobby.
“I told her that from time to time when I or my associates felt the need, we’d invite her over for a booty call. The occasional screwing by one or more of us should keep her in line and connected. Frankly, she’s more concerned about the DVD getting out than her husband. What would be your take on it, Stacy?” said Mike.
“She’s worked hard to get to where she is. She’s a mother. Protection of hearth and home is her primary objective. So letting you animals fuck her from time to time is an acceptable price to pay,” said Stacy.
“Spoken like a true feminist,” said Mike. “I don’t know about you guys but watching Stacy perform has made me hard. What do you say we animals take Stacy in the bedroom and express our appreciation for a job well done.”
“I’m for that,” said Zack standing up then taking Stacy’s hand to pull her off the couch.
“I thought you’d never ask,” said Stacy realizing how horny she was.
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