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Prologue

The hotel room was blazing with thick sexual heat. Gerald Torrez gazed at the prone female form laying sprawled out naked before him. She was unconscious, but still so very sexy with the glistening sweat of three hours of lustful exertion. A small contented smile was spread across her face and the copious streams of pooled cum across her lithe honeyed skin. The quiet afterglow of her erotic high was showing as she slept above the worn blankets of the motel bed. 

He was extremely proud of the erotic display she had put on for him. She had given herself entirely to this wanton act. His cock grew stiff from the still fresh memory. Throughout the night he had pushed her past her previous limits and she had excelled at it. 

The amount of times he had used her to satisfy his unearthly urges had not been wholly fair to the others. He didn't care about them because she was his and their being here was only as a means to an end, to prove to him how far she would submit to his will. Allowing every one of them to fuck her ass and pussy in tandem and she had enjoyed every delicious moment of it. 

Everyone here knew he possessed her fully and the evidence was everywhere around him. The men now were celebrating the end to their wild night. They still were looking at her with the eyes of men who had taken a tiger by its tail only to be broken by the ferocity of its strength. Gerald loved how well his slut had performed. He could see exhaustion in their faces from the rigor of the night they had spent fucking her. The atmosphere in the room was one of self-congratulation.

Every once in awhile they would glance at him and he was sure they had gotten a taste of something that they wanted again. And she could handle it, her appetite for sex hadn't been sated but he let her rest. All of them knew if they had a chance at her again it would only happen with his permission. And with that, each one in the group got dressed, and left without a word.

Gerald once again smiled, though this time it was at the memory at how this turn of events had started, and how he had completely corrupted and sexually defiled his own mother.

He lay down next to her, and without any grace or subtlety pushed his cock into the raw gaping hole of her ass and started pounding into her for what was the seventh time for him in the last few seemingly short hours. The need for him to cum was extraordinary, it was like he hadn't for the longest time, and the taboo fact that he was fucking his own mother had him rabid with lust. 

He didn't need much stimulation, because her ravaged ass still felt incredibly tight. And with a final thrust he shot three huge streams of his seed into her. He then collapsed next to her body. She drew closer up to him and he took her in his arms. Moments later they together drifted into sleep.

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Chapter One 

Even before November of the previous year everything between him and his mother Angela hadn't been what you call ordinary or average. After his father and Angela's husband Javier left them many years before there was a major rift between them. It was caused by his deep anger towards her acting like a stranger in his life, missing many of the things he felt were important for her to be part of. Like his high college graduation three years before, she had shown up that evening well after sundown, appearing to be very drunk. Her excuse was she was working late at the florist shop at that time. 
This seemed to awaken an anger inside him that nearly made him reach out and slap the lie out of her. And after this anytime the memory of it stirred, white hot emotion flashed within him. 

Now it was habit to just to live together quietly. It was familiar and it made it easier to deal with the stresses of living with barely enough to get by. Over the course of the years Gerald had gotten absorbed into the world of full time college life while she spent her days tending to and providing for the house. 

Her career had changed so often over the years and he lost track of what she was doing for money at the moment. Though to her credit the bills were always paid in the end and the little he was able to contribute to rent helped her pay for the upkeep of the dilapidated house that they had lived in for the last eleven years. 

For him living at home was just a way to save money, nothing more. Often they went days without saying more than a dozen words to each other because the odds were high that if they did talk it would turn into an argument about money that left Angela in tears and morose for days afterward. So he would just say nothing to her. He almost felt they were a married couple, only together because they had endured so much together. That was going to change soon, he had vowed the next and final year of college for him he was moving out on his own, and no matter what loyalty he felt to his mother, he was getting out of here.

It was one small thing that set off the transformation their lives would take. It was on a Monday when he had made the mistake of sleeping in half an hour past his normal wake-up that it all changed. 

Running on empty he still forced himself out of the house and on his way to college in his hoopty hatchback, barely making his way to campus on time having broken every local land speed record. Working pizza delivery has paid off.

It was several hours later, during his studying at the library that he discovered his missing economics book. 
I must have left it at home. Damn it. No more late nights slacking off! 

His next class was in an hour, and Professor Bradley was a workhorse when it came to class participation. Which meant he had to make the trip home to get the book and after a rather large growl from his stomach. I need a sandwich because I'm freaking hungry. 

Mentally he did the calculation, he would be able to get home, grab the book, update his Facebook account, fix a quick snack, and make his way back to class with a few minutes to spare if he left right now. Pushing his books into his bag, he stood and walked out of the library to his car. 

He jumped in and started up the old Volkswagen before deftly maneuvering out the parking lot with simple ease. He was hoping this was a good sign. Professor Bradley doesn't tolerate people being late, or idiots who forget their homework. 

After what felt like an eternity he pulled up to his house. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he'd made it home in twenty minutes, which meant he had a half hour to get back. Hope Mom is home, maybe she will be willing to make me a sandwich and I can get my work and just leave.

Her black Mercury was parked in front and he pulled in behind her. Seconds later he was at the door with his key, opening the door, and walking through the doorway, only to find familiar noises loudly blaring from the family room T.V. 

That sounds like porn. 

The room's lights were lowered and the definitive moans of a woman wailing in ecstasy, and the pounding of flesh. Gerald, even though he knew the sounds intimately from hours upon hours of internet consumption was still in disbelief. 
Is that my movie? What the hell is going on?

A few more steps into the living room, he could see the small screen playing a movie he knew quiet well. He had put beneath his mattress of his bed the night before. Evil Fuckers 3. The blonde on-screen was forcing a massive dildo with both of her hands into her pussy. He slowly drifted closer to the T.V. His mom had to have found the movie while doing the linen. And now she is waiting for me to come home so she can bitch me out for being a perv and for watching such twisted stuff in her house. Except that it didn't quite make sense. It was Wednesday, and he always worked until closing on Wednesdays and Fridays, a fact his mother was well aware of. 

What is happening here? 

And with a glance at the couch, the movie was forgotten. From the angle he was standing in the foyer landing he could see lying flat on the couch was his mother with her legs stretched open and completely naked. The glare of the T.V. helped illuminate her skin which was glowing in the television's erratic light. Incredulously he stared at her, taking in the shocking scene. It looked like a heavy sweat covered her and that she was feeding a massive fake cock all the way into her wet cunt over and over. It was obvious she had been at it awhile. His immediate reaction was a powerful hard-on. It throbbed when he noticed that another dildo was in her other hand and she was using it. 

Oh my god, that's fucking hot as hell. My mom is fucking herself like a porn star.

He couldn't help but stare at her and wasn't thinking about anything except how it was so much better than watching porn. His eyes were soaking in her every feature. I know it's wrong and I'm going to hell for what I'm thinking, but it's so damn worth it.

He could tell she was enjoying the masturbation session. Every third time she pushed the dildo inside herself she would stop and pinch hard on her nipples and bite her lip as she did so. If she doesn't stop I think I might cum right here, right now. 

On-screen a big burly old black guy walked in and then ripped the toy out of the blonde's pussy, then in one motion picked her up and turned her around, tossing her like she was a ragdoll onto her knees and then roughly positioned her ass and pussy lips for his inspection. Her pinkness was slick with her juices and she was already loose from using the toy, and he wasted no time in sinking his massive monster into her in one unmerciful stroke. The screams of pain from the movie were loud and very arousing for Gerald. For some unknown reason the scene was one of his favorites from the movie. Though seeing his mother totally engrossed in the sadism happening on the DVD, was also a huge turn-on for him.

Up till then he hadn't touched himself and the urge was getting harder to ignore every second he stood there. Her beautiful mane of long curly raven black shoulder length hair and those perfect breasts of hers. Those magnificent double H's. They had large and very dark areolas capped with fat nipples that he could imagine keeping his hands and mouth busy with. They were the largest he had seen on a woman. And if perfection could get any better her delectable bronze skin was coupled with her busty and generous Latina curves. She was a wet dream come true for him. He resisted the immense urge to touch himself.

His conscious was not caring she was his mother or that what he was starting to imagine doing to her was incest. Even so, he did not think it was good idea for her to see him, and his instinct told him that he might need to get out of there. Though the idea that he needed to preserve the moment passed through his head, and he pulled out his phone and walked back to where had been standing previously. And with the touch of a button he was recording her with HD clarity. Capturing her on video was the most exciting thing he had ever done, he was hyped with the thrill of looking at her as she was totally lost in her erotic moment.

The man onscreen was smacking the crap out of the woman with his cockhead before forcing it down her throat, prodding it all the way until her face started turning a purplish hue and her eyes were watering from the severe abuse. His mother had increased her use of her toys. And then with a jolt she shifted around and was on her knees facing the T.V. Being on edge as much as he was he jumped back nearly two feet. The distance put him further in the foyer and out of immediate line of sight. Maybe I should get going.

He then heard her voice very faint over the clamor of the movie. "Fuck me hard, motherfucker. I need it. Fuck this horny bitch." She was repeating it as she pleasured herself harshly with both thick black monstrous dildos. 

Her attention was still transfixed and the film was inspiring her to depraved greatness. The man was choking the blonde as he pistoned in and out of her heart-shaped ass. She was moaning at the abuse she was taking at his hands. This triggered movement in his mother, and he realized she was having a powerful orgasm that had her body wildly convulsing as she rode the peak of her pleasure and screamed obscenity after obscenity. 

Seeing her grind herself to a screeching climax was so nasty and perverted that he couldn't hold back anymore and his hardness lurched cruelly in the confines of his pants and with a grunt he shot a messy wad into his boxer briefs. For a short time he was dazed by the incredible feeling of one of the strongest orgasms of his short life. He stood there while his thoughts gathered and his mind recovered. Once he regained his senses it dawned on him that he might have made enough noise to draw her attention. 

He looked at her and then at the video still recording on the phone. He stopped it and took notice of the time. If I want to watch that again I better get out of here.

As he made his way upstairs to his room to cleanup and change clothes the intense images of her acting like a brazen slut wouldn't stop replaying in his mind. I haven't seen or felt anything like that before. 

I wonder what she would do if she found my copy of FuckSluts And Bitches Extreme next time.

He grabbed a washcloth and fresh pair of boxers and stepped into the bathroom, staring into the large mirror as he absentmindedly he made an attempt to clean himself up but he kept recalling months ago. 

He and his girlfriend Dana, had been up here. After an evening of passionate necking and heavy petting in his car, Gerald had persuaded Dana to his bed. Almost a half of a semester of no sex, he had planned to give her a night she wouldn't forget. They had completely given into impulse and had started stripping each other's clothes off as soon as they had walked through the front door. Neither one of them had needed foreplay and he was priming his dick for her ass when the door swung open and in walked his mother screaming. 

"You bastard. How dare you bring a whore here! I pray for you and your wicked, debased soul, Gerald. Get her out of here or you will leave with her and not come back into my home".

An unnatural bolt of rage tore through him, killing any thought of modesty, making him stand naked and upright from the bed where Dana was still and walk predatorily towards Angela where he then grabbed her by the shoulder with one hand and with the other lashed her with two forceful slaps across her face. Growling, "You don't get to choose now to be my parent. Shut the fuck up, and get out of my room you pompous bitch." 


The terror he had caused in her had been apparent. She nearly stumbled as she backpedaled from him. He hadn't noticed if she had left or not when he had returned his attention to Dana who had witnessed the encounter but was still weak with desire and didn't fend him off when he reached out for her. Unfazed by the possibility of his mother was watching, the idea of her still being there inflamed him. He punished Dana with six weeks of withheld carnal frustration and she submitted to him and his dark edged lust and she came throughout the late hours from his aggression fueled enjoyment of her body. 

That night was a revelation to him. He knew from that point forward that the only way he could truly find release was when he was totally dominant over a woman. Every day since then he had tried to recapture it. The fact that it was his mother that inspired it was irrelevant. 

He stared into the bathroom mirror. Looking into his own soul he knew something wasn't right, there was a thrill instead of the vehement sickness that he knew he should feel after seeing the wickedly sinful sight of her moments before. 

Rather than giving it up, he needed more. 

What was it in me that makes me want to fuck my own flesh and blood? 

The cold-hearted monster she had awakened in him relished the power, the heightened rush that he felt when he had put his hands on her. The pleasure he took in scaring her. It was the most alive feeling he had ever experienced.

He definitely wasn't feeling like college anymore. In fact a long drive sounded good to him, would help him get into the right state of mind for thinking which meant plenty of miles on the highway and some loud music to help him de-stress.

He readied himself, transferred his wallet, phone and keys to his freshly donned pair of khakis and strode from his room with purpose to make his way outside to his car when he saw Angela now wearing a slinky metallic silver satin robe walking in high heels into the foyer. A wild feeling went through him. The look of sex was all over her. Her face was flushed, her eyes large and lidded, and a sheen of perspiration soaked all of her body that wasn't hidden under the robe. With carefulness he walked down the stairs until he stood in front of her. A laugh almost emitted from him when he looked at the television and saw the movie was still playing but was now muted. He had his mouse caught in the trap with the cheese.

Her attention was on him. It was obvious she was surprised to see him, but there was admission of her shame in the way she was averting her eyes. "Gerald you're usually at class. Is something wrong?"

"I had to come home because I had been thinking a lot about us. It bothers me how horrible I've treated you. How I would like to apologize for that and start over". It amused him how natural and sincere his lies sounded. Looking at her he could see the change in her demeanor, her features softening and she now was looking directly at him, he saw belief in those eyes of hers. He edged in even closer, never losing eye contact as he took her hand in his, and put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her. She didn't stop him as he pressed her close to his chest until he was crushing her breasts between them. 

My God, how your tits are just made for cock-fucking. I could just bang you right now and you would have to forgive me when I make you come like no other. 

He caught himself almost saying it out loud but his good sense had him instead say, "I've never appreciated how beautiful a person you are inside, taking care of me by yourself my whole life. How much of a sacrifice that's been for you. I'm sorry for not realizing that until now. Please give me a chance to make things right between us." 

Every word he said was accompanied by the hard and almost painful sensation of his pulsating cock as he imagined ripping the robe off her and plunging his member into her.

"Oh Gerald, I've failed you." It was almost a wailing with which she spoke. A swell of tears punctuated her words. They fell unrestrained, as if his words had opened the tides of a deep emotion inside her, unlike anything he had seen with her before. She had acted cold and reserved all his life so it was strange to see this. If he didn't hate her already, they might have actually swayed him with their genuineness. 

This was the moment that he needed to act on if he was to have what he wanted with her so he would have to play this to his advantage. He decided listening to her vent was the best course of action. 
"You look just like him and sound like him from twenty years ago. I guess I have been punishing you for that and you had no idea. That and you are your own person now. It's hard to tell you that when I'm supposed to be the strong one and you act as if... " Her labored sobbing cut her off.
"You no longer need me, Gerald."

To address this childish outburst he simply reacted like she was a baby who had hit her head on the playground. Gently he reached out to her, taking her head in his hands and leaned forward and kissed her forehead. As he was pushed close to her his dick was directly rubbing up against the valley of her stomach through the canvas fabric of his shorts. She had to feel his hardness though she showed no sign of noticing it. 

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He looked right at her and held her again as he spoke, this time with as much conviction as he could muster said. "I need you, you will never know how much, mother".

I need your pussy, mouth, and ass on my dick twenty four-seven.

He mentally counted to ten and the words he knew she needed to hear came to mind, "I love you Mother, and we need some time together to get to know each other again. I have an idea. If you buy the drinks tonight, and instead of me going into work I can order some Chinese, and we can spend time bonding over a game of backgammon together".

He pointed at the television and then motioned with his hands "No judgments made here but you need to turn off my porn, get properly dressed, and put up your toys so we can enjoy that".

He knew she was mentally admonishing herself for being caught. The color of her embarrassment looked a sunburned shade on her. It was a scintillating feeling for him to put her through this humiliation after what she had made him suffer. Without really trying he had so effectively knocked her off her pedestal with her help. This was so much better than when he just slapped her.

This is the perfect start to the night.

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Tonight, was a night he had taken considerable special effort to get together. Asking his mother if he could borrow her car was the final touch to the outcome he had in mind. She had acquiesced to his request when he had lied and told her it was his and Dana's anniversary. On the drive to Dana's house, a myriad of thoughts set on his mind.

The new direction his life was taking there was no tolerance for vanilla sex or tenderness that was Dana's specialty. She no longer was turning him on. His attempts to rekindle the uninhibited sex they had engaged two months prior were failing. Not only would tonight be the last time he'd go without what he wanted, and he would try once again to bring her inner freak out, and get her to admit to enjoying it. A little insanity he hoped would help bring her around.

But if he didn't get what he wanted he would have no choice but to break up with her. It was just that straightforward. He liked how simple things became when he knew exactly what he wanted.

9:32 p.m., the car's radio clock read when he pulled up to the curb in front of Dana's. He didn't turn off the ignition before he got out of the car. He left it running as he walked halfway up the steps. She was already sitting there in the tire-swing waiting for him. As malicious as he was feeling towards her that night, he did recognize how different Dana was from the other women he had dated before her. She would be always ready for their dates, never played any head games, and she spoke her mind. He had wondered why she gravitated to him. Had she met the right man she would have made an excellent wife. The reality was she was snared in his trap and he wasn't sure how this would play out, but he would leave his mark on her.

"Hi babe, is that your mom's car?" she asked.

He didn't respond, instead he pushed closer until he stood an arm's reach in front of her and just looked intently down at her.

"Gerald, are you alright?"

He reached out to her and she accepted the embrace and whispered into her ear, "You are gorgeous. I was stunned a bit by how good you look". Her eyes lit up and she lightly bit her lip. Seeing that he had scored a few points he moved in for the kill, nuzzling her ear before gently kissing her up and down her neck for a moment. He then withdrew and watched her as she recovered her composure. He forced himself to calm down and after a few moments of holding her say, "We are going to need to get going to make it on time".

Taking her hand, he led her unhurried down to the Mercury, stopping just short of the passenger door when he shoved her backwards into the car door. Passionately he attacked her with a frenzy of long drawn out kisses, and no sooner than she was returning them he again stopped his aggression. She looked lost in the feeling, acting overcome and unresponsive when he opened the door and helped deposit her into the comfort of the seat.

Giving her one more glance prior to climbing back in behind the wheel, he then turned the radio on and dialed it into a saxophone melody on the smooth jazz station. The music contradicted the speed at which he had the Mercedes starting down the road. He heard her calling his name. He answered her by offering his hand for her to hold. Dana placed her hand in his and held it tightly. Her grip had much promise for him for that evening. She was putting her trust in him to keep her safe, an obvious unwise decision he thought.

The wine bar was fifteen minutes away but he got them there in twenty. He had made an effort to drive the long way, fast and hard the entire time. Dana was scared. His daredevil antics had her off kilter, which was his intent. She had her eyes shut and was holding his arm tight by the time he idled the car in front of the bar. Seeing that she was still paralyzed, he bet her heartbeat was still going at least eighty. Unbuckling his seat-belt he then leaned over her and undid hers.

"We're here. Before we go in I have something to give you". Now she came to life. She unscrewed her eyes and saw the box he had produced in his hands. It was a heart shaped pendant that the Dr. Quinn Medicine bitch was always peddling on the TV. Dana looked at him puzzled.

"Why the special occasion, babe? Why this dinner?"

She opened the case and saw the necklace. It was immediately clear she liked it, her eyes twinkled and her eyes were moist with a tear. To him it was an overpriced trinket and her reaction was a revelation to him.

"We aren't having dinner here my sweet. Only some wine. Then what happens after is a surprise". He said as he took the pendant out and fixing it around her neck while she lifted up the black locks of her hair. She was the epitome of beauty and class, his mind locking away that image of her forever.

This time when he kissed her he was unrelenting. He held her with his arms, not letting her escape the power of his seductive kiss. Reaching out his right hand cupped her breast and his left one weaved down her back. She was a little slow in responding. Seeking a reaction from her he both pinched her nipple firmly and nibbled on the lower part of her neckline and ear.

"Oh god, Gerald. Please".

A pleasant moan cut her off, and she clutched him, almost violently. Teasing her had him rampantly hard but it didn't match her excitement, his fingertips were getting dripping wet as they explored the supple skin of her thighs. Her breathing was deep and she had a contemplative look on her face as he eased his hand down her inner thigh with a soft stroking. Knowing if he gave her a few minutes more of attention she would be in a receptive mood for the second part of his planned evening. He looked her in her eyes and spoke up.

"You are entirely too wet to go inside like this. Unless you have another idea, I suggest you take these and cleanup". With that said in one motion he grabbed the fabric of her panties underneath her dress and ripped them off of her body. As he handed them to her he again kissed her, this one a wild French kiss. Her blue eyes went wild with shock but she still received him. His hand entwined with hers and he guided it down to her crotch, dabbing the wetness there with the torn panties, until she reflexively took over and started to do it on her own. After several swipes, she had the majority of her girl cum cleaned up. The tone of sarcasm was clear to him when he asked "Babe, are you ok?"

He glanced to see how she was dealing with his unprecedented boldness. Taking the panties, she neatly folded them and unclasped her purse and placed them inside. He could only guess she wanted to discard of them later. She didn't know he had other plans.

"We have a few minutes only if we will be doing this wine tasting and then get to the other event I have arranged for us. "

He asked with genuine sounding concern, "Do you still want to do this, Dana?"

The question seemed to awaken her from the fog she had been in nearly since getting into the passenger seat. She replied in a weakened voice "Yeah, I'm fine, Gerald. I just need a minute more".

She then pulled out her mascara kit and made a hurried attempt to reapply it since in the heat of the moment it had been made a mess of. To him it was an absurd effort at hiding something like having an orgasm in public. She was at his mercy and no amount of makeup could hide that she was enjoying herself. While she worked on fixing her makeup job she kept trying to look at him with slight furtive side glances. He saw the nervousness in her.

Gerald looked directly at her and said "You have no reason to worry about anything, when we are together it's just us, and no one is watching. We get to share our feelings and do things for each other that no one has to know about. That's what makes us special, Dana. We can enjoy each other".

Her response was a shaken and hoarse whisper. "I am scared. There's something in you now Gerald, I can feel it."

That was a profound observation he thought, she could see through him, yet as accurate as it was it didn't factor in how she had enjoyed everything he had done to her so far. He was done letting her get away with trying to act the innocent part. She knew where things were leading and that was maybe ok with her, if it wasn't he was sure she would have broken up with him months ago.

"If you want to leave, it isn't too late for me to take you home. But I think if you really wanted to leave you would have asked me awhile back".

She had turned to stare out the windshield but he drew her attention once again before saying "My bad side, it's one of those things that makes me different from the next guy, Dana. Now you like that and you like what we do together. If you can put that fear aside, maybe we can we go inside now and have some fun."

He didn't wait for her, opening the door he then was stretching his legs out the door and standing up outside into the warm night air. He closed the door and waited. It was time for her to make her decision and it was a tough one he knew.

The almost seven years he had known Dana Malloy he had witnessed her evolution from an insecure and gangly girl soccer star wannabe in the 8th grade to the beautiful and accomplished woman who was sitting in the car.

They both started high college the same year when she first moved in across the street, but he went a whole district away from where she and a lot of his other friends attended. Gerald's next time seeing Dana socially was just before the 2006 homecoming while he was at the mall. She was walking with her friends in the most daring outfit he had ever seen her in, a short black leather mini and a sheer white formal shirt of which the top three buttons she had left undone. Asking to take her out for ice-cream had been the hardest but she had accepted.

Their date happened a week later and it ended on a high note, with a deep memorable kiss that seemed to draw out forever. Even despite the regret of not asking her to the college dance bothered him tremendously it didn't stop him from going when another girl invited him to the dance. This girl ended up fucking him like a champ that night in her parent's bed. His luck with Dana wouldn't be so immediate.

It was two and a half years later that Dana got back on his radar once again. She had travelled Europe with her best friends that summer. Now they were at the same local college. But still reconnecting with her proved hard for him. She worked part-time fifteen hours a week. Her focus was on getting onto the Olympic soccer team, and spent twenty hours on average a week training to be a Gold Medal athlete. To add to her busy life her and her family had always been into volunteering and giving their time to charities every other weekend. Time just kept rolling on. Gerald jut bided his time until he could find a way into her life.

That all changed when her ankle was shattered during the Nationals. This knocked a lot of spirit out of her and she withdrew from the world. After reemerging from self-exile only a month later she was bar-hopping all week with a mixed group of friends. It took him awhile to realize the frequency of her jaunts to the bars. He would make regular rounds to the same places on the chance he might get to see her. It turned out she and her friends were so wasted it had proven not to be worth it but it was often hilarious just to watch them.

About a week later, after sitting at the bar by himself for awhile he decided to act. He sat next to her with her friends at the table and without asking her, ordered her a shot. She had swallowed it instantly, like it had been water. He then ordered drinks for her friends. A month's worth of his pizza delivery tips was spent on drinks that night and it ended up with them making out in her truck. Before leaving he made sure he got her cell number this time.

It had progressed very quickly from there. They were texting quite frequently and he had made a habit of asking her to hang with his friends whenever she wasn't working. They would all go to the movies or the sports bar whenever they had football night. She even got him and his friends into watching the last World Cup. And she wasn't afraid of public displays of affection. Her kissing him and hanging onto him throughout the night were the usual for her. Over the course of the months he got Dana's parents approval and even an open invitation to dinner every Sunday at the Malloy household. Life was treating him just right.

He had thought that things were mostly good between them until the night he found about the other man in her life. He made the initial discovery when after dropping Dana off at her home with a phone call from her as he was entering his house. Except when he answered she didn't respond to him. The words she spoke were to someone else, very soft and loving. Gerald remembered vividly her next words coming over the cell phone and how they changed his world.

"That makes me feel so good, Ryan. Keep kissing me like that and I will come".

He wanted to think that it was be some big sick joke being played on him, and not the betrayal that it had sounded like. Either she was being coerced into the situation or it was some other thing for which he couldn't fathom the reason. Racking his brain for other possibilities, he still refused the obvious. Bewildered, he drove back the twenty blocks back to Dana's. The belief that she would never break his heart or give him a reason to distrust her was unrelenting.

It took sheer moments after arriving back at her house for that delusion to be thoroughly shattered. The entire world was to see them as they were inside the front seat of her truck, parked just within the open door of her parent's garage, his girlfriend audaciously kissing the blonde boy he recognized to be Ryan Sherman. His anger had demanded that he immediately beat the piss out of him but as he saw them touching and feeling each other he realized the depth to her words as he had listened on the phone minutes before. He couldn't deny anymore that she was a willing participant in this infidelity. The evidence was right there in front of him. She didn't care who watched them as they were both lost to loving passion and the world was forgotten. She had never given herself to him like that even with simple kissing.

Fury unlike anything he'd felt before raged through him then. Love, ever elusive in his life, he had thought he'd had found it with her. Bitter hate now filled him, eradicating every romantic feeling he'd felt for her. Also, she had made him wait five long months while dating for them to get physical and to witness over the next hour his girlfriend and this guy escalating from heavy petting to public lovemaking right in front of him.

It was in that instance that the other part of him, the darker, more calculating side to him was born. This newborn part of him looked at what he was seeing and wanted her ruined for any other man and make Dana give freely to him what she denied him, every dirty, filthy and degrading desire. It had taken from that event months ago, to now for him to prepare for what would begin tonight.

Hearing the clamor of the car's passenger door opening and shutting close and then the click-clack of her high heels, instantly his attention returned to the present.

He turned and looked at his victim. In the darkened illumination of the street lamps he glimpsed her trying to adjust the red dress that adorned her, unaware that the slinky satin material adhered itself to her every curve and put on display the large distended lips of her pussy and the up thrust of her pointed nipples. Inside there would be no shadows to obscure her appearance and she would be uncomfortable.

Turning around he started closing the distance to the winery until he was within feet of the door. Waving his hand, he motioned for her to come to him. They were only seconds away from entering inside. When she had gotten out of the car she had as good as signaled her defeat without being conscious of it. And as she started walking towards him it showed him her acceptance. He smiled inwardly at what was about to transpire. He finally understood the term mad with power. Dana shyly approached and with his arm he enveloped her shoulder in his delicate grasp, steering her ever so slowly inside.

The soft lighted lamps helped bring out the details of the colored tapestries that dressed the walls in classic period artwork. A pleasant relaxed harmony of orchestra music subtly filled the wine shop. Overall it had a chilled feel that hid the surprise waiting for her here.

They walked hand in hand past the tabled area in front, seeing the gathering of people standing with their glasses raised and already drinking. It seemed the function had started without them. He laughed at that idea.

Why does that amuse me so? I guess because drinking wine is the last thing I'm thinking about. I wonder how long it takes her to notice.

A furtive glance sideways and it was evident that she was looking at the group, he already spotted Ryan standing amidst the cluster of wine tasters. It became clear she had realized he was there also. Her expression was a mix of astonishment and fear.

Gerald sought to keep her in that tumultuous state but to get it started she needed a push. Fortunately, that was the easy part. With Dana in tow he circled around several other couples until he reached where the blonde and extremely muscled athlete was standing, engrossed in his own conversation until he saw their approach. A noticeable twitch went across his face when he looked directly at Dana.

"Hi Ryan, I know you have met my girlfriend Dana."

"Hey man, nice to see you guys here. How are you Dana?

By this time, she had outwardly recovered her composure and replied with, "Not bad Ryan. I didn't know you were a wine connoisseur".

Watching the start of this exchange with his secret knowledge, Gerald was thrilled to see as their body language spoke volumes. As her friend spoke she had tightened her grip on his hand, and her face was flushing with color. Ryan valiantly tried to keep his eyes upwards but every few seconds his gaze went to her chest. Nothing too apparent, still it was enough.

"Yeah I'm ever trying new things."

The wine party hostess chose that particular time to try and chat them up and Gerald didn't care for her timing and as soon as she broke open their first bottle of Selbach Kabinett Riesling he dismissed her. Mixed company pleasantries were not on his mind and when she departed he looked back at the two who now were now eyeing him as they continued to talk.

Ryan gave him his attention again and Gerald noticed that he was seemingly pondering his words before speaking.

"What are you two planning to do after this? My cousin and I are planning on hitting the casino for the weekend but before that we are planning to hit a house party up tonight my friend Jonathan is having. Unless you have other plans you both are welcome to join me for some fun."

Gerald squeezed his girlfriend's ass while asking, "Dana, darling what do you think?"

It wasn't something he usually asked for, her opinion. The look on her face he clearly perceived was of sincere surprise at the question. Tonight, was a night of many firsts for her. Dana nervously observed them both, her eyes bouncing back and forth between both men. Not confident in whom she should address, her answer came out sounding unsure.

"I guess a party sounds good to me". Focusing on him intently Dana searched him to gauge his reaction, when he smiled there was a hint of confusion in her eyes. She can't read me and yet still would look to me for approval.

"Yeah, though she is dressed to party, wouldn't I be a little overdressed?

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Ryan looked him over carefully before saying "You just need to lose the jacket, tie, and vest. Then you both will look the part of young swingers".

This comment caused Dana to blush a bright crimson. Clearly Ryan's jab about the way she was dressed made her uncomfortable in his presence. He hoped her lover maybe would continue with this line of conversation. Her response was classic. With both of their attention on her she had taken no time to turn and grab a glass of wine from a passing server's tray and down the wine like a tequila shot.

It's entertaining to see her squirm so.

Gerald reached for a half-filled glass and tasted a few drops of the deep colored wine, letting the flavor fill his senses before finishing off the rest as he listened to them start conversing about soccer. He chose the time to give them some time to themselves and headed to the bathroom where he proceeded to make use of the toilet stall. Taking the time to rid himself of the unneeded jacket, tie, and vest. Methodically he tucked the tail of his shirt back into his pants and fussed with it until it looked flawless. He waited a few minutes more before going to the mirror and began combing his hair. Afterwards he looked at his watch to see the time. They had a whole 8 minutes alone with each other. It seemed enough time for Ryan to get her to start loosening up.

He returned to where the two were now sitting. His girlfriend looked every bit happy and lost in their avid conversation which still was about their favorite sport. Thinking that they looked rather natural and almost the perfect couple together, there was no sign of guilt or treachery on their content faces. While observing them, he took in hand several more glasses. He glided right up and slid right in between the duo with an ease afforded by confidence borne of his purpose. She had just finished a story about a team member of hers going to Canada. Thrusting the drinks outwards, they both eagerly received his offering. He then took another drink for himself and jumped into their discussion. For the next two hours, he played the amiable partner in their company, laughing at Ryan's sly jokes and told his own long account of what it was like being Dana's loyal supporter in the stands throughout the years. It was an easy lie to tell because it was what he had felt up until discovering their affair. All the while many glasses of imported wine were consumed. The people around them were unaware of the masquerade being portrayed, their eyes only on Dana when she laughed.

The two hours finished in a blur and a stream of people had left before Ryan took note of the late hour.

"It's an hour from here to my cousin Jeremy's house. The sooner we get going the sooner we will be able to get there. We don't want to be the last to arrive, trust me".

"Ryan, why don't you and Dana ride together? It would be safer for me. I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands to myself and you two can reconnect."

Dana was obviously not feeling any pain after the amount of wine he had pushed her way and was weakly smiling and her big joyful eyes locked on him. He took her in his arms and placed his hand in her hair, and pulled a few errant strands out of the way before placing a very wet kiss on her forehead.

"Dana, I hoped you enjoyed yourself and the wine here tonight. It means a lot to me to know you did. If you want, I have no problem letting you spend some more time with our friend Ryan".

"Gerald, you are so thoughtful." Her speech was slurred but it was her contemplative stare and the way that she bit her bottom lip that told him there was another more overt meaning behind her words. Her body was telling him she was extremely aroused and it was hungry for some attention. He imagined what might happen if she would try anything with Ryan while he was following them in his mom's car.

Neither of the adulterers knew how much he would demand from them this weekend or that it would start as soon as they both got into Ryan's vehicle. The walk outside was electrifying for him.

Leading them to his car, with little effort he started the Mercedes and followed them to Ryan's Land Rover on the other side of the parking lot.

Within a few minutes, they were all on the city's main drag strip and Gerald took his phone out and dialed his mother's number. When her voicemail picked up they were turning onto the 405 and the tract of desert highway and advancing their way to Ryan's cousin's house. He left a simple message about having her car back in the morning, and that he was going to a friend's house for some celebrating. He then hit disconnect on the phone but instead of putting it away he prompted the video files and replayed for maybe the two hundredth time the recorded video of his mother's recent playtime.

Still trailing the vehicle in front of him he watched as the rear blinkers were signaled and the Red Land Rover cruised to a stop on the side of the vacant road. He rode right up next to them and opened the car's passenger window.

"In our rush to get out of there I forgot about stopping for gas. It would be way cool if you went to go get some for us. Dana here would safe in my company while you're gone."

Dana was asleep and reclining comfortably back in the large plush seat next to him. It seemed the wine had done its job too, and the better part of the evening was about to commence.

Careening the car in a wide loop, Gerald left them in a large cloud of dust. At the 7-11 several miles down the road he even grabbed the gas can out of the trunk and filled it to the top to add some reality to the cover story. He didn't care to leave them by themselves this instance because he was done with playing the faux patsy anymore and intended to be front and center and let Ryan know his complicit role in the evening's events. If things were going well Ryan would be making his move right now on Dana who was well-primed for anything that he thought to do to her. It was difficult for Gerald to drive back in the state he was finding himself in. His imagination running wild.

Getting Ryan into this had been the only way for this to be possible and the work it had taken to tear down his resistance had been considerable. Continuously Gerald needled the other man over the course of months, on the subject of sharing Dana. But once he found the athlete's weakness all he had needed to do to seal the deal was an email to Dana's friend featuring some videos of Gerald fucking her up her exquisite and shapely rear. Ryan seemed resigned to his defeat and tonight he even acted a little eager, having done a flawless job at the wine tasting, keeping Dana entertained and helping get her keyed up. Gerald never let on about his prior knowledge of the pair already messing around behind his back and his plot for revenge was still secret.

Leaving skid marks on the blacktop of the 7-11 exit, the car tires making smoke as he began journeying back, doing almost twice the posted speed limit on the late-night road. In no time at all he was back where he started and about eight hundred yards short of where the Land Rover was parked. He then cut the car lights off and slowed his speed until he was just sitting in the darkness. The distance to the Rover at this hour he hoped was enough to hide his presence as he gradually snaked his way closer with careful and deliberate effort. Withdrawing his trusty tool of a phone from his pocket he readied the camera.

What his eyes beheld nearly made him drop the phone. Dana was naked on her back with her dress completely drawn up with it practically around her shoulders and Ryan had his hand buried to the wrist inside her pussy. Gerald hadn't expected it but it was quite the depraved act he was seeing. He took a lungful of air and pushed record and opened the driver's side door. She was taking quite the fisting and was so into it that her eyes were twisted shut and didn't acknowledge his presence. Clearing his throat Gerald gave Ryan a signal that he was back. Her lover then began doing what he had previously had been instructed to, keep his face out of the shot and put her through the wringer for the camera. When Ryan noticed him at the door he then doubled the speed at which his arm was slamming its way into her.

To Gerald it looked like torture except for the unintelligible noises she was uttering in sync with the invading hand that was pistoning inside her and her hips energetically shoving backwards into it. All the while streaming rivulets of juice were leaking from her onto the seat's plush interior. The urgent strain of her crest of ecstasy was evident as it was wracking her body, and her desperate voice echoing over and over a manic plea to God. He stood trying his best to capture the eroticism of Dana's submission.

Clearing his throat with a loud cough, Gerald spoke to her with a snide confidence. "Hey Dana, open up your eyes for the camera, babe".

Her eyes snapped open in panic over his sudden appearance and discovery of their tryst but Ryan didn't wait and attacked her right nipple with raptor like quickness, and at the peak of her big orgasm she succumbed easily to the dueling pleasures she was receiving. Her eyes locked onto Gerald's as every part of her quaked in orgiastic delight. As soon as the pinnacle finished consciousness faded away for her and Dana was out. Watching as Ryan plied his arm and eventually extracted his hand from inside of her, Gerald was pleased by the incredible sight he was getting on the camera phone.

Ryan, the newly minted porn star sat up and resituated himself into his seat again before Gerald handed his phone over to his partner in crime. Stepping out of his vehicle in his crumpled clothing, he stood handling the camera. Its focus now was on Gerald as he loosened his belt and let his pants down before lying down where Ryan had just exited. Laying on top of Dana with his weight pressed against her and her nude before him out in the open was a feeling totally new to him.

This is power.

She began coming back to life as he began furtively stroking her clit and took to sucking on her splayed labia folds, abandoning all restraint. Her eyes popping open when he pushed his middle finger inside her and he began to rub the digit up against the slippery lining of her fleshly wall.

"Gerald. Oh my god, oh my god. Please!" she screamed. Getting this strong of reaction this easily only encouraged him to tax his skill and give her all the pent-up energy he had, directing his tongue over her fat nub of a clit, lathering attention over it in long and frenzied lashes. She surprised him by grabbing his head and mashing his head tighter to her open thighs. He retaliated by thrusting two more fingers inside the hot center of her passion, taking her aroused pearl in his mouth and with his teeth put the slightest bit of pressure on it. The musky flavor of Dana's liquid juices hitting his taste buds as the wetness began to empty from the seemingly endless supply within her. He continued to increase his oral chastising until her hips started bucking savagely under his exacting cruelty. Stopping briefly to turn around and look at Ryan.

"You ready for her mouth?" He said before turning back to Ryan.

That inspired a flourish of bustling movement. A second or two later Ryan had rushed around and opened the passenger door side, stood up on the truck's raised panel with his exposed cock above her face and placed the head of it at her mouth. This action caused her to lift-up.

Looking in her eyes, before diving back down for seconds on his erotic feast, his gaze then drifted upwards when Ryan grabbed her head and forced the erection he sported back into Dana's opened mouth. His own senses awakening to the powerful exchange happening before him, the two cheaters playing puppets in this carnal theatre of revenge with the camera still in his hand to capture it. Knowing that what was on the camera would wield immense power over them, that it could ruin their lives. The realization helped something inside him free itself. The six months of brimming anger was brought to the surface as his vitriolic words spilled out.

"You fucking whoring bitch. Ryan, your lover-boy is going to fuck that ass of yours till you can't take it anymore. Can you smile for the camera, slut?"

The shot Gerald was getting with his camera was grainy in the dark but still the detail was good and the vantage point clear enough to catch the action and emotion of things like how Ryan was visibly upset, a face filled with scorn yet he stood there still unmoving. And Dana, she still was sucking her partner's excited member, the derisive comments he'd made had not slowed her in the slightest, in fact she seemed even more animated in her ministrations. The focus of her eyes locked on him and what fascinated him she seemed unafraid of the camera. It was awesome to be right there and see that and know that everything was getting recorded for his own later enjoyment.

"Ryan. It's time for you to get what you have been waiting for."

Gerald saw a response of what he judged to be excitement flash across Ryan's face, the hostile and malice filled expression now obliterated. The man was getting the most exquisite of blowjobs but the enticement of her luscious ass pulled him away from it, he withdrew from her mouth and Gerald himself had to move, so as to get out of the way. Dana grunted in disappointment at the sudden lack of attention. The dance of their bodies repositioned until Dana was laying coiled between the two men waiting seemingly content. Gerald angled where the line of sight of the phone camera lens fixated on the two naked bodies beneath him.

It took them a few moments before Ryan was set on the prize he lusted after. The confidence in his hands as he gripped the cheeks of her round full ass was on display for Gerald who loved this exhibitionist action. Observing that Ryan wasn't wasting any time, the man's left middle digit inch by inch gliding into Dana's dark ring. Also, taking the small effort of getting taking her wetness and smearing it until her pink rim was slick enough that the second finger easily fit into the widening hole. She was lying on her back, legs spread wide as the camera caught the flesh of her thighs and Ryan's backside. Dana murmured a small gratified sound. They both heard the loud popping noise when he forcibly pulled out his fingers from her opening gap, while the rigid hard-on he had looked to be spoiling for some special attention. A thrust forward and he was pressing the head of his cock into the valley between her round plushness. The delicious scene of Dana receiving Ryan anally for the first time ever digitally recorded for his private viewing.

Boom, now the bitch is going to be a porn star whether she likes it or not. And the weekend hasn't even started.

With that on his mind, Gerald's concentration was on directing the action as he watched the two. They were so caught up in their depraved desire that they had forgotten him completely. But his camera was catching every detail. Before the weekend, he would have so much blackmail material that he would be able to demand for the rest of their lives whatever he wanted from Ryan and Dana. And he planned to demand a lot.

The End

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