Tara was breathless. Her full breasts, pert and hard, were heaving on her chest, rising and falling as her aching muscles slowly unclenched under her glistening skin. Only after finally catching her breath was she able to relax into the bed. This was her third mind-bending orgasm in the last hour and her head was swimming from the ecstasy her girlfriend was forcing out of her.
She’d have risen and dashed away if only for a moment's respite were her wrists not tied to the headboard. As it was, she was a hot mess. Her dark hair was mussed and matted and her exhausted body covered with a radiant sheen of sweat. Although a willing participant in Peggy‘s games, part of her desperately wanted to resist, but her rock-hard nipples and her persistently dripping cunt refused to admit defeat.
Peggy’s emerald eyes sparkled mischievously under her wild blond locks as a sly grin graced her delicate beauty. Lying nude between Tara’s open thighs, she bit her lip, sucking on it in a way that made Tara moan.
“I bet I can make you come again,” she teased, sliding her wet fingers over Tara’s slick and over-sensitised clit.
”I bet I can.”
“Oh, my God, Peggy, please! No more! You’re torturing me!” Tara begged.
Unfortunately for her, those pleas failed to hide her burning excitement, giving her lover all the reason she needed to ignore them. Not that it would have mattered, she thought. Peggy wasn’t a girl who indulged in half measures, and once Tara agreed to be bound, she knew Peggy wasn’t going to free her until she’d drawn every last drop of pussy juice out of her.
“Don’t be silly, Tara. I know you love this,” Peggy quipped, confirming Tara’s thoughts by disregarding her pleas. “Now, what can I do to you next?”
“Peggy!
“I know!” The petite blond exclaimed with the energy of a cartoon scientist yelling Eureka at some ridiculous discovery. “Where is your Magic Wand?”
With a gleeful lack of concern for her lover’s plight, Peggy leaned over Tara’s leg and tussled busily through her nightstand drawer.
“Peggy! I said stop! I’ve had enough!” Tara insisted while writhing in blissful desperation. Being edged and forced to cum over and over had Tara’s poor pussy feeling painfully abused, and her mischievous slut of a girlfriend’s threat to use her powerful vibrator too much. Tara pulled at her binds, trying to be mad, but it was useless. The mere sight of Peggy’s cute little bum wiggling high in the air over her thighs had her pussy suddenly itching for more.
Torn between fear and her lust for more of Peggy’s tireless attempts to kill her by multiple orgasms, she finally found a reason that might cause Peggy to relent.
“Look, you got me, okay, I admit it! I’m loving this! But we need to stop and get cleaned up. Bradly is going to be home soon, and you can't be making me scream my lungs out with my brother in the next room, okay?”
Peggy raised the Magic Wand, fingering the button. “Why?” She replied doubtfully. “Bradly is gay. It’s not like he’s gonna get turned on by hearing you squeal.”
“Peggy! Please! We need time to take a shower. We can’t have him come home with us still smelling of sex!” Tara almost laughed against her will as her playful frustration overcame her annoyance.
Peggy paused with an exaggerated pout, finally relenting. “Okay, fine. Have it your way, but only because he’s your brother. If he were any other guy, I’d have you putting on an ASMR porn show.”
oo0oo
The girls were finished in the shower and Tara was wrapping her raven-black hair in a towel when she heard Bradly come in downstairs. Aside from being relieved he wasn’t greeted by her muffled moans of forced ecstasy, she didn’t do much more than note his arrival. She was more occupied watching her fun-sized blonde sex goddess girlfriend pat her naked body dry.
Peggy was a sexy, petite little blond who would have failed to reach five feet tall in a pair of thick-soled shoes. She was cute as hell, and Tara never tired of watching her oversized, beautifully upturned breasts jiggle as she moved. It was just as she was admiring Peggy’s heart-shaped ass when she heard Bradley slam his fist into the wall across the hall.
“What the heck was that,” Peggy exclaimed just as she was drying her smoothly shaved quim and upper thighs.
“I don’t know,” Tara replied, hurriedly wrapping herself in a towel and heading for the door.
Opening it, she leaned out, peaking into the hall. What she saw made her heart ache. Her brother was sitting on the carpeted floor with his knees drawn up, doing his very best not to cry. Worse, she could already see that the cause of his emotional stress was that he’d been beaten. Badly.
Dashing out of the bathroom, she went to him, kneeling at his side. “Bradly, what happened! Oh my God, you’re hurt!”
“I’ll be fine,” he replied with more courage than assurance of his actual health.
Tara looked at his bruised face, not believing for a moment that he was fine.
He was swollen, with his eyes blackening, and dried blood smeared on his face. “Good lord, Bradly, what happened to you?”
He seemed about to answer when his gaze suddenly shifted to something behind her. Tara turned, only to find Peggy standing there with a growing look of anger on her sculptured face and not a stitch of clothing covering her nudity.
Tara’s eyes widened, shocked as much by the fact that Peggy could still shock her as she was by the fact that she hadn’t covered herself. “Don’t you think you should put something on?”
Peggy shrugged. “Why? You see me naked every day, and Bradly’s not gonna get turned on, he’s a gay as we are.”
“Oh, Please. You wouldn’t care even if he was straight.”
“Probably not.”
Tara, frustrated by her flippancy, rolled her eyes and glared at her with a look that screamed ‘We’ll talk about that later, before returning her attention to her brother.
Fortunately, he was regaining control of his emotional pain and stood up to his almost six-foot height. “Drake Mills is what happened” he spat, anger and hurt dripping from his voice. “He’s nothing but a pseudo Alfa-male bigot, and he decided to prove it.”
oo0oo
Later, they sat down together as Bradly explained that Drake had seen him posting a Pride March poster and began harassing him. Things got heated fast before turning violent and unfortunately, Drake had an advantage in both size and aggression.
“He was bigger than you? But you are not a small guy. What kind of gorilla is this Drake, anyway? Tara asked, growing angrier by the minute.
“This kind,” Brady replied, showing her his university stat sheet from the school's football team on his phone.
“Damn, he’s fucking huge,” Peggy mused as she stared at the picture.
“He’s a linebacker for the Breakers. 6’4” and two hundred thirty pounds of bigoted steroid rage.”
“You need to call the cops,” Tara insisted, but Bradly just scowled.
“I did, but he had four friends there who told them I started it. You know this town. They aren’t going to do a thing that might hurt their precious football team.” Bradly threw his water bottle and got up. “I need some air. Thanks for being concerned, but I’ll be okay.”
The girls sat in silence, feeling helpless as he slammed the door on his way out.
“This is such bullshit,” Tara said with a rage bubbling hotly underneath. “He can’t get away with this shit, but what can we do?”
Peggy sat back, flashing the same mischievous grin she always got when she was planning something devious.
Tara felt her stomach clench as if seeing a storm gather in the distance. “Peggy, I know that look. Don’t do something you’ll end up regretting.”
She was genuinely worried. Peggy had a legendary mean streak and wasn’t the woman anyone wanted to piss off.
Peggy just smiled as if nothing had happened at all. “Don’t worry your sweet little heart over it, sweetie. I’m not going to hurt him, much.”
“Much? What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means I’m not going to hurt him. I’m going to fuck him.”
“Fuck him? Are you crazy? Why would you do that? And besides, you don’t even like dick!”
Tara was starting to freak out, but Peggy’s devilish smile refused to waver. “I like dick just fine, I’ll have you know. I have a whole box of dildos to prove it. I’m just not fond of what they are usually attached to. And I said I was going to fuck him. I never said anything about him fucking me.”
Even after Peggy explained her plan, Tara was still dead-set against it, “That guy is a Neanderthal. You can’t expect him to go for that, and even if he did, look at you! If you weigh a hundred pounds it’s only because your boots are heavy. Seriously, he could hurt you, or worse.”
“What? Him. He hasn’t got two brain cells to spare. Trust me, I’ll have him eating off my foot and thanking me for it.”
“Shit, Peggy, you’ve done some crazy shit in your life but this, this is just nuts.” Tara was deeply afraid for her girlfriend's safety, but she could see there was nothing she could do to stop her.
Then, she saw that smile creeping over her face again. “You’re looking forward to this, aren’t you?” she asked quietly, sighing in resignation.
“Of course I am. I’ve been dreaming of finding some fucking gay basher to humiliate and Drakie-boy just volunteered. I’m not passing up on this.”
“You are out of your mind, you know that?”
“Yeah, but that’s why you love me.”
oo0oo
It was three days before they could put her plan in motion, the last and most important part was simply finding him in a place he’d expect to meet a woman like Peggy. Or, at least what he would assume she was like. The poor guy had no idea the fun-sized sex pot he was about to meet was the devil in Gucci boots.
“This is it,” Tara said as they pulled into the lot. “According to his Insta page, he’s here every Friday night after the game.”
“Vinnie’s Pizzeria. God, what a dump,” Peggy scoffed, looking at the rundown restaurant like it should have been condemned. “Why am I not surprised he and his buddies would consider this the perfect hangout. Okay, stay here and follow us when we leave. I’m going to need a ride and we may need to leave in a hurry.”
Getting out of the car, she smoothed out her leggings and made sure her boobs were covered enough under her cut-off tee for her not to get arrested. “How do I look,” she asked as she picked up her bag.
“Like a whore,” Tara teased.
“Hey, I wear this all the time.”
“I know. But don’t worry. The fact that it makes you look like a slut is why I love it. Be careful in there. Every guy in the place is going to want you.”
“That’s the idea. Love you. Now, don’t lose us when we leave.”
Tara sat in the car, watching as Peggy hung her purse over her shoulder and sauntered into the bar.
Payback is a bitch, Drake. And here she comes.
Peggy was putting on her ditzy slut act when she walked through the door. Every movement she made was calculated to send signals of availability to every man in the place, and she could already feel their hungry stares locking onto her as if she were a doe walking into a lion's den. Sorry, boys, I’m only looking for one of you tonight, she thought, smiling inwardly as she scanned the tables for Drake.
Her gaze quickly settled on a monster of a man with a shaved head and the number 47 emblazoned on the back of his college football jersey. Ignoring hungry gazes from the rest of the guys and equally disgusted looks from their girlfriends, Peggy made a beeline for Drake.
“Oh, my God,” she screamed excitedly as she approached. “Drake Mills! Holy shit, I didn’t know you came here. I am a huge fan!“ Peggy had reached him by that point and immediately threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly and crushing her boobs into his shoulder.
“I watch every game, and get so turned on by those tight pants you wear on the field.”
Drake's eyes were wide, but that didn’t keep him from staring at her tits. “Ah, wow, that’s great,” he stammered still not raising his eyes to hers.
Peggy smiled at that. She had him now and there was no way he was getting out of her trap. “I’m Peggy. Peggy Westin, and I’m so excited to meet you!”
Peggy hugged him again, standing so close she could’ve sat on his lap. Drake still hadn’t recovered, his mind frozen by the sudden appearance of a twenty-year-old coed who seemed to be throwing herself at him.
As the pause grew awkward, Peggy moved away, but kept her hands still on his shoulders. “Oh, gee. I hope you don’t have a girlfriend. That would be so embarrassing.” Peggy rolled her eyes, exaggerating the point.
“Um, we’ll, I do, but she’s not here tonight.”
Peggy’s smile returned and she stepped close again. “Good. Out of sight, out of mind, right? So, are you gonna buy me a beer, or let one of these other guys get lucky tonight?”
Once again, Drake froze and she stepped back again. OMG, don’t tell me you’re gay.”
That got through to him and he quickly shook his head. “Oh, no! No, I’m not. I’m as straight as a goal line. You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Oh, Goody. Cause I have my heart set on you fucking me into a coma tonight. Now, do you want to have that beer, or cut to the sex and take me back to your place?”
oo0oo
Peggy hadn’t been in the bar for five minutes when she emerged, following Drake like a lost puppy. Tara shook her head, marveling at how brazen her girlfriend could be. She started the car and waited for them to pull out.
Following them was easy. It was a university town that treated game night like a religious event. Now that the game was over, people had either gone home or were getting drunk at the many bars that lined the town center. Five minutes later, she rolled into an apartment complex, keeping just enough distance that it wouldn’t be obvious that they were being followed. Once Drake led Peggy inside, she parked as close as she could and left the car running.
oo0oo
Once inside, Peggy immediately moved to him, kissing him and leading him to his couch. She knew she had to act quickly and keep him off balance so she wouldn’t lose control. He was like a force of nature compared to her, and if she let him take the initiative, she’d play hell getting it back, and he was already trying to grope her tits.
“Easy there, Conan,” she playfully explained. “I’m way too fragile for you to just throw me on the couch and fuck me like you can other girls. You need to let me lead this time, okay? Maybe later, after you calm down, you can have me the way I know you want me.”
Drake grumbled, but backed up a bit, while taking a breath. “Okay, little girl. Have it your way, and I’ll try not to bruise you too much.”
What a charmer, Peggy thought while mentally rolling her eyes. Outwardly, however, she kept up the appearance of a cock hungry slut. Dropping to her knees, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles.
What she saw rising through the fly in his boxers was a fucking biological affront to fairness. Holy shit! He’s hung like a fucking horse! It just wasn’t fair, she thought. How could nature grant him such athletic strength and size and then still give him a cock that made her whimper at the idea of fucking him? I’ve got toys smaller than this!
This was turning out to be harder than she expected, not because she was attracted to Drake or his admittedly impressive junk, she wasn’t, nor was she particularly repulsed by it. But what did repulse her was his character, his poisonously toxic masculinity. While she could sleep with a man and get some enjoyment out of it, it was guys like Drake she found absolutely repulsive.
But this wasn’t about sex, and she wasn’t going to let the fact that she found him abhorrent get in her way. Dragging his boxers down, she held his dick and stroked it until he was rigid in her hand. “Wow, I had no idea you were so big,” she whispered, gazing up at him with a hungry, lustful intent.
Drake smiled in pride. “Yeah, and I’m going to feed you every inch of it.”
“l don’t know about that. I’m pretty small. I don’t know if I can take all that.” Then she took his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue all over his bulbous head.
Drake sucked in his breath holding her head as she tried to take him more deeply. He was too big, though and she couldn’t get much more than his head over her tongue before it threatened to slide down her throat. He let her try a few times before pulling her head forward, trying to ram it farther in.
Peggy gagged, choking for a moment before pulling back, anger instantly rising in her throat. Just as she pulled off, she nipped the tip of his head.
“Owe, fuck! You bit me! Watch your teeth down there!”
Peggy desperately repressed a giggle. Serves you right, asshole, she thought as she sat back on her haunches. “Oops, sorry. But I warned you how small I am. There is no way I can throat that monster, but let me make it up to you.”
Drake was holding his prick, trying to rub out the pain. She could see his anger flare so she flashed him her best, innocent smile and raised her top, showing him her tits. “Do you think you can forgive me?”
Before he could answer, she took his deflating cock and lifted it toward her mouth, kissing the tip where she’d nipped him. “See,” she offered, stroking it and sucking on its head until he got hard again. “He still wants me. Now, this time, let me do it and behave yourself.”
A distinct look of resignation appeared on his face, and he placed his arms at the small of his back, angling his hips toward her. Peggy smiled inwardly, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She sucked on his head and ran wet kisses, licking her way up and down his length until he was quivering with need. Then she sat back again, holding his cock and stroking it up and back.
“Come down here on the floor, and get up on your hands and knees. There’s something I wanna show you that you’re going to love.”
By that time, Drake was beyond arguing. In a moment, he was on all fours with his ass pointed towards Peggy. It wasn’t until he saw her digging the lube out of her purse that he dared object.
“Hey, what’s that for? You better not be doing what I think you’re doing.”
Peggy just smiled as she squirted a wad of lube in her hand. Drake looked like he was about to object, but she grabbed his cock and stroked it as a dangled from his body. “Relax”, she said. “There’s nothing kinky or gay about a prostate massage.”
“I don’t know about that!” he objected.
“Don’t be silly,” she countered as she gently worked her lubed finger against his tight hole. "Have you ever seen this in videos? Every time I’ve seen it, it’s been a man and a woman, straight as hell. Besides, it’s just you and me who’re gonna know?“ And with that, she pushed her finger inside him, turning it and working it back-and-forth while she stroked his cock in time with her probing finger.
Drake’s head dropped, and he clenched his hands together on the floor as he held himself steady for her. After a few moments, his hole loosened substantially, and she was able to work her finger in and out of him, applying more lube to make sure he was as slick as wet snot.
“That feels good, doesn’t it? And look how hard your big cock is getting.”
Drake took a deep breath, his body, relaxing as a myriad of new and intense sensations began throbbing through his body. “You are one kinky bitch,” he grunted, his voice husky from surprise and excited arousal.
Peggy was kneeling behind him, one hand working a finger into his ass, and with the other, she scooped up his cock, dragging it back and pointing it towards her mouth.
“You have no idea how kinky I can be. Trust me. You are going to love this. Then she took his cock into her mouth again, sucking the head and stroking it while her finger massaged the tight ring clasping around it.
Peggy knew well how good this felt and that it didn’t matter if you were a man or a woman. The anus was one of the most sensitive erogenous zones on the body, and she used that, creating a new and intense sexual craving within him for something he never expected to enjoy.
She was watching him closely, fucking him and stroking him at the same time. Before long, she sensed he was close to popping his load. “Don’t come yet, Drake. It gets better.”
Letting go of his cock, she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, opening the camera before sitting aside out of his view. “Okay, give me a minute she whispered. I’ll be right back to make you come. And, after that, I’m all yours.”
Standing behind him, she slid her leggings down and peeled them off, dropping them where he could see the fall. And then, while he smiled at the thought of her nudity, she reached into her handbag and removed a large black dildo and fastened it to the harness she was already wearing under her leggings. It wasn’t until she dropped behind him and brought the thick head to his ass that he had any idea what was about to happen.
It was all happening in a rush. He didn’t even begin to object until she started to push the thick head into his asshole.
“Wait, what the fuck, owe, shit that stings!”
Peggy shushed him, easing that big dick into him with excruciating slowness. “I’m sure you’ve seen this in those porn videos, a pretty girl fucking her man? You can’t tell me you never thought about it. This is your chance to find out how good it feels.”
Drake wanted to complain. He wanted to stop her, but the sensation of being stretched felt far better than he ever would’ve guessed. He was already relaxed, and it slipped into him easily, filling him and sliding farther into his ass as she pushed. In moments, he felt soft hips pressing against his butt.
“There you go, big boy,” she said happily. “You got all of this big black cock buried inside you. How does that feel? You like it, don't you?”
Drake was digging his fingers into the carpet, his legs quivering and his face red with strain. But he nodded, his voice guttural as he said, “Yes.”
“Good boy,” Peggy replied. “Now, stroke that big cock of yours while I fuck you. I’m dying to see you come all over the carpet.” She was shocked and impressed at how much more he was enjoying this than she expected, and that mischievous grin reappeared on her face as he gripped his shaft and started stroking it frantically.
“That’s it,” she whispered, urging on as she fucked his ass with long, deep thrusts.
And all the while, the camera on the phone picked up the frantic fapping of his hand as he stroked his cock, and the wet, slippery squish of her dildo as it moved in and out of his body. Before long, he was grunting and moaning. Each time she slammed home his orgasm gathered within him. Peggy kept at him until he finally grunted hard, spewing his thick cum all over his own carpet.
Only after the last drops of cum had oozed from his cock and he collapsed on the carpet, did she detach the dildo from her harness and set it on the coffee table.
“You can keep this. I’m sure you’re going to be using it again.” And, with that, she stood, picking up her leggings and slipping them on before putting her phone in her bag and heading for the door.
Drake sat up against the couch as she started to walk away. “Hey, where the hell do you think you’re going?” he complained with confusion and anger seeping into his voice.
Piggy paused, turning by the door, and shrugged. “You already wasted your load. You're fucking useless to me now.”
And with that, she walked out the door.
Once outside, Peggy scanned the parking lot, looking for Tara’s car as her heart pounded in her chest. By then, Tara had seen her and was already rolling toward her. Peggy ran to her, jumping inside and slapping the dashboard as she watched Drake's door to make sure he wasn't following. “Come on, drive!” she yelled, her excitement finally getting the best of her. “Let’s get out of here before he figures out what’s happened!”
Tara punched the gas, roaring out of the lot before Drake ever appeared at the door. By the time they hit the road, they were both laughing hysterically.
oo0oo
Once back at Tara’s, Peggy uploaded the video to a web page she created. Then she sent links to everyone on his Instagram friends list with the caption, Drake the gay basher getting what he secretly desired!
She was about to hit send when Tara stopped her. “Are you sure you want to do that? Aren’t there laws against sharing revenge sex videos?”
Peggy flashed that smile again. “Probably, but I don’t think he’s going to call the police. The last thing a guy like that wants to do is admit a little girl like me got the best of him.”
And then, she clicked send.
