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Sweet Revenge
Copyright (C) 1998 by Amaranthus. All Rights Reserved. Free distribution
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contains material of an ADULT nature. *READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK*. Having
been warned that this material can be construed as offensive the onus is on
you to quit reading any further. This is for ENTERTAINMENT purposes
only and does not necessarily represent the views of the author or the
electronic source from where this material was obtained. All characters
are fictional and any resemblance to any real person is purely
coincidental.
The original text was found on the internet. The author is
unknown.
I have revitalised the text.
I believe the original was written by a teenager with little or no
erotic writing experience, however, the basis for 'a good read' was there
from the start. I have developed the and greatly enriched the sex
scenes.
Should the original author recognise his work then it would be
appreciated if he would contact me and his name can then be added.
'Sweet Revenge' by Amaranthus
Tommy's my name and I believe I'm a typical, sexually frustrated fifteen
year old. I live at home with my and sister, Jennifer. I
get along fine with my but, until very recently, not so well with
Jennifer. She's three years than I and a freshman at a two year
college close to our home. She has plans to go away to an out of state
university next year which suits me just fine.
Jennifer walks with a very superior 'older sister' attitude and rarely
speaks to me. When she does it's in tones that are harsh or demeaning.
She has many friends, male and female, which infers that she is a
pleasant, friendly, outward going person. Her stunning breasts,
beautifully tanned Baywatch babe figure, long, silken hair, all
demand and receive attention.
I don't know when we adopted a 'bad vibes' attitude to one another.
She recently found my hoard of Playboy magazines, showing them to
my shocked who yelled sexually repressive things at me. They
grounded me for a whole week.
Once more the power she had, to 'tell on me', was used to great effect
and again it got me into trouble. I don't know which she enjoys most,
knowing she has this power or using it at every opportunity.
My finally went out by the swimming pool. She walked past the
kitchen on her way to her room, sniggering. "What's wrong, Tommy? Can't
jerk off anymore? Are you the only male virgin in High School? Got any
hot dates this weekend?"
Her bitter sarcasm cut deep and she knew it. She knew I'd been
unsuccessful all year trying to get a date with a girl. Any girl. For
some reason I always told my what was going on in my life. I
couldn't understand why I did this. I knew I would never receive a
sympathetic ear, yet I continued to tell her my innermost secrets.
Strange.
Giggling, she walked upstairs as I sat at the kitchen table, more and
more depressed at my situation.
I thought I had average good looks. I stood about five feet seven
inches and weighed one hundred and forty five pounds. My build wasn't
impressive, it was average. I'd begun to work out in our garage, with a
range of dad's weights, in a vain attempt to attract the girls. The one
thing I knew I had in my favour was my personality. I was great. Except
when I was around girls, then I just couldn't speak more than a few words
to them. I grew more depressed.
"Mister Average meet Mister Shy," I said, out loud to myself.
My day dreaming was interrupted by two of Jennifer's girlfriends ringing
the front doorbell. I let them in, telling them where she was and they
hurried upstairs to see her. My cock stiffened as I watched them ascend
the stairs. Their scent and lithe figures in short mini skirts always made
me horny. My cock ached for something besides my right hand.
Jennifer came down with her friends and went out the back door, all
three of them giggling incessantly. I guessed Jennifer had told them about
the 'Playboy episode.' They got into Jennifer's car and sped away to one of
her sorority parties.
Yes, I thought, Jennifer had it all, a nice car, a great social life and
a good job.
She worked at a men's clothing store at the mall, earning wages plus
commission. With her great looks and high self esteem, she easily sold
clothes to most middle aged who walked into the store. She also
enjoyed the company of her rich boyfriend, Dan, who was twenty two and who
also treated me like a little boy.
"It's not fair," I thought to myself.
I drifted outside trying to shake off my blues and think of something
else. Passing Dad's car I saw his camcorder lying on the back seat. I
opened the car door and took it out. It was one of those new small,
lightweight variety that can be held in just one hand. I had used it a
couple of times before to film Jennifer and her friends laying out to get a
tan, beside the pool.
I got on my bike and rode around filming my nieghbourhood.
I came to Jennifer's college, passing close to her sorority house.
Curious as to what she may be up to, I got off my bike and hid behind the
tall hedge that surrounded the house on three sides. Loud rock music came
from the back entrance and I made my way silently towards it. A group of a
dozen or so teenage were outside the back door drinking beer,
laughing and joking. I recognised my as one of the girls.
Jennifer held a beer in her hand.
"Roll film," I thought to myself. Now I could exact some for
what she had done to me. When I showed this tape to my they'd yell
at her for hours about the evils of teenage alcohol. They might even take
away her car keys.
I zoomed in for an even closer angle as she tilted her head back, turned
up the beer bottle and drank thirstily. I continued to film for about ten
minutes when she turned, left the group and walked over towards her car
with another full can of beer in her hand.
The car leapt into life. She cranked up the music volume from the CD
player and took off by herself, shaking her golden tresses in time to the
beat.
"Drinking AND driving," I thought to myself, filming until she
disappeared from sight.
I jumped on my bike taking a short cut home. I couldn't wait to show
this to my and get Jennifer, 'The Queen' into some serious trouble.
As I rounded the dry lake, near home, I heard the music then I heard the
car and saw Jennifer, speeding towards me. I quickly hid behind some
shrubery and filmed. She was flying. This was a residential suburb and
she was doing between at least fifty miles an hour.
I raised the and filmed.
"Man, is she gonna be in big trouble."
Then I heard another noise, a small child ran out into the street
chasing a puppy dog. I watched in horror as my half drunk slammed
on her brakes just a little too late, screeching to a stop. She missed the
puppy but hit the child a glancing blow that threw him away from the car.
She, immediately realised what she'd done, panicked and sped away,
turning a corner she was gone. It all occured in seconds. Meanwhile the
small on the ground was crying and holding his leg. Then a yelled
out and ran over to where the child lay and knelt over him. I recognized
him as Mr Henderson, a lawyer who lived across from the dry lake. That's
when I realised the was Jason Henderson, his son. A wailing siren in
the distance indicated the arrival of an ambulance that soon took Jason to
hospital. I quickly went home, unseen by anyone with the whole graphic
episode on film.
I went straight to my room and lay on my bed. The afternoons incredible
events rushing around in my head. I tried to put everything into
perspective. My had committed a felony. A hit and run, whilst
under the influence of alcohol and I had the evidence on tape. I had
the power to send her to prison for a long time. It would serve her right,
I thought. I played the tape, made some copies, then went to bed.
******
The next day, news of the hit and run was all over town. It seemed no
one had seen the accident except Jason, who was in the hospital with a
broken leg and severe bruising. All he could remember was a black car.
That was all. He couldn't describe the car or the driver. The police were
investigating but it didn't look good unless some new evidence came to
light.
Once I got home from school, I knew Jennifer had washed and waxed her
car, it was spotless. There wasn't a mark on the front rubber bumper that
had hit Jason.
"So, she's covered up the evidence," I thought,"Well, little does she
know."
I went to my room, knowing Jennifer was alone in her bedroom.
"Jennifer could you please come here a moment," I called out.
She came in looking depressed and asked what I wanted. I shut the door
behind her, turned on the VCR and played the tape. Immediately after the
car accident Jennifer jumped up and switched off the VCR, demanding to know
where I had got the tape. I explained the whole and also how I had
made several other copies, secretly away. I told her she could have
that tape. Silently, she sat on the edge of my bed, grim faced. My face
beamed - can be so sweet.
"I'm about to go to the mall, will you please clean my room and since
you're such a smart girl, do my homework for me as well," I said
handing her my homework list and pointing to the textbooks on the desk.
"Oh, by the way," I said, "can you loan me twenty five dollars?"
Dazed, she delved into her jeans pocket, eventually pulling out some
notes and handed me a twenty and a ten.
"That'll do," I said, ecstatically and left.
I was half way down the stairs when I heard her shout after me.
"If you think I'm gonna be your damn maid the rest of my life and give
you my money all the time, think again, buddy."
I just laughed and walked out of the house, got on my bike and whistled
all the way to the mall. Life wasn't so bad after all.
I walked around the mall, occassionally giggling uncontrollably at my
achievements.
I knew she'd be searching everywhere for the other tapes but she'd never
find them. All were very well hidden.
I noticed Sally Benson walking nearby. Feeling very confident I walked
up to her and we started chatting. She's a nice in my school grade
and whether it was due to my new found power over my that gave me
added confidence, I don't know but she responded well to my presence. So,
I asked her to go with me to see a movie. To my delight she agreed and we
walked hand in hand through the mall to the theater.
Halfway through the she snuggled in closer to me. I had my left
arm around her shoulders and allowed my hand to loosely, drop down onto her
left breast. I cupped her well rounded breast. It felt wonderfully warm
under the light cotten blouse she wore. I gently caressed its shape as her
nipple sprang to life. My finger and thumb delicately tweaked her aroused
nipple. Her bra felt tight and lacey against her flesh. My heart thumped
loudly in my chest, then she twisted in her seat and her left hand slapped
my face, stinging my ego more than the pain from her slap. She got up and
without a word left the theater, leaving me to think about what might have
been. I could not leave without showing my huge erection that managed to
stay with me for some considerable time.
'Damn, damn, damn,' I thought, watching the to its conclusion and
in the dark I went straight home. After the usual evening pleasantries
with my I went upstairs to bed. I opened the door to my room
expecting the usual mess.
It was immaculate.
Everywhere was neat and tidy. My homework textbooks were on the desk in
a neat pile, all completed. This was great. I tip toed to Jennifer's room
to say my thanks. I entered her room and shut the door.
Moonlight lit up the room; her room that always remained in a constant
state of neatness and order, like a mirror to her life. She lay on her
bed, sound asleep. I stared at her for a while. Asleep, she was
beautiful. Perfect. Her breasts, so full, round but firm. I'd always
noticed her breasts. I always notice any but hers were
always outstanding. I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on her
arm that lay on the top sheet. Her smooth skin, so soft, so cool in the
evening air. Her light, delicate blonde, down tickled my fingers.
I gingerly eased back the top sheet, feeling a warm rush go through me,
my cock stirred. I circled her with my index finger. A lump
entered my throat as I became aroused at what I was doing. Leaning forward
I kissed her once on the cheek, then full on the lips. I let my tongue run
over her soft, full lips. As I enjoyed the sweet, saltiness of her lips,
she stirred. Her dark blue eyes, flew open.
"Tommy, what the hell are you doing in here?" She hissed, sitting bolt
upright.
I told her I just wanted to thank her for cleaning the room and doing my
homework. For some unknown reason I related the events that evening with
Sally at the theater. She laughed at my misfortune.
"Shut-up," I said, angrily, "all I wanted was to feel her breasts."
I gazed longingly at the swell of her in the moonlight.
"Tommy, go to bed," she said, her voice quivering. Mesmerised,
frustrated, I kept staring at those glorious, heaving mounds covered only
by a thin, silk nightgown. With a mind of its own my hand suddenly reached
forward to touch one, she caught my hand. A sneer washed over my face.
"Remember... Jennifer," I said, forcefully. Two words spoken by me,
yet, heard from a great distance, as though someone else had spoken them.
In the moonlight I heard a frustrated sigh, she released her grip. I
tentatively placed one hand on her left breast, caressing its silken
structure. First my palm, then the back of my hand moved across and
underneath the warm, sensual, unresisting orb. Oh, the warm ecstasy of
those breasts. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs. She sat
back, resting up against the pillows. She gasped as I tore her nightgown,
ripping it, pulling it away from her lightly tanned flesh. Panic tightened
her chest, uplifting her charms.
At last, before me lay the two most lucious, juicy, firm anyone
could lust after. They looked as good or better than any portrayed in
'Playboy.' I tore my gaze from their beauty and looked at her. Her
pleading eyes, begging me to stop, were tinged with fear and anxiety.
If I had wanted too I could not stopped.
I massaged and rubbed her for a very long time. My mouth
sucking, my tongue worrying her deliciously long, hard nipples. My fingers
and teeth flexed them to full rigidity. Her areola ridged, splayed wide,
then fashioned like a spiders web, clung around her wet nipples. Her
breath rasped in her throat.
"Stop. Tommy. Stop it, now. Please... Oh god... Yes... Tommy.
Noooo..." She moaned incessantly.
My hard cock was throbbing.
Reaching over I picked up an open jar of hand lotion from her night
stand.
Gruffly I said, "Get naked sis." She appeared to hesitate, slightly,
then surprisingly she did as I instructed.
Did I detect a glint in her eyes. Her torn night shift slid to the
floor, her white, delicate, cotton thong followed. She was naked.
She sat, arms by her sides with her back to the cold headboard.
Waiting. Wondering. The rise and fall of her bare chest accentuating her
apprehension.
Standing, I rapidly pulled off my t-shirt, shorts and briefs and poured
some of the cool lotion into my hand. I replaced the bottle, then rubbed
my hands together. I moved onto the bed, straddling her legs, my fingers
once more began massaging her aroused, ultra sensitive nipples. Shutting
her eyes she arched her head back and moaned low in her throat.
I continued to caress those aching nipples for what seemed an eternity
then my hands moved down onto her flat stomach, down to circle her hairless
pussy lips. I dipped my fingers once more into the cool lotion. With one
finger I began gently caressing her outer labia moving across them, slowly,
inexorably towards her clitoris. It bloomed from beneath its silken hood.
I touched it. She gasped. Arching her tense back and hips up to meet my
touch. I moved my finger down her lips and suddenly thrust two fingers
into her pink hole.
"Aghhh! Tommy, nooo, Tommy, nooo," she murmured halfheartedly, reaching
out to hold my slippery wrist.
"Shut up," I whispered, harshly, "or the whole town will know the
truth."
She relaxed her hold on my wrist.
My fingers came out hot and wet, extremely wet. I realised I didn't
need the hand lotion anymore.
I thrust them back inside her hot, wet pussy. She writhed again as my
slick thumb brushed her clit. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as she
continued to writhe and moan deep in her throat.
It was then it struck me. My power over her had changed. This was a
different power, a sexual power. All it had taken to reach out and wield
this new power was a kind of... passion? Perhaps it was love. A buried
love that had surfaced at last? Or was it lust?
I tried a different approach. I lay on my tummy with my face pressed
against her and thrust my long, rigid tongue into her wet while
massaging her clit with my sticky fingers, wet from her juices. Her body
bucked upward and open mouthed she moaned, loudly.
"Shhh, sis, you'll wake the neighbours," I said, stopping what I was
doing, my mouth and tongue tinged with her sweet, nectar.
God, she tasted wonderful.
"Don't stop, Tommy please don't stop now... I'm on the edge," she
rasped.
I buried my face in her crotch, licking frenzedly at her engorged nub,
plunging two fingers up inside her slick cunt, in and out, in and out
furiously building a steady rhythm.
"Agh... Agh... Agh... Aghhhhhh," she squealed in delight," yes...
yes... yes, I'm coming... oh, God, I'm coming."
She writhed on my face. Her warm juices payment for my control I had
over her body. I was in seventh heaven. I realised I was the one
who had given her an orgasm. Me. Inexperienced me. But no more. I had
at last become experienced, it boosted my ego and gave me the confidence to
continue.
Once her orgasm subsided I gave her no respite but told her to kneel on
the floor facing the bed. I sat on the edge facing her. My throbbing
cock, inches from her face.
"Suck it sis. Make a good job of it. If you don't do a good job you'll
be sorry, now suck it hard," I commanded.
She didn't need any second bidding but took all of my swollen cock into
her hot, tight, wet mouth furiously bobbing her head up and down. Her
breasts erotically slapping against my legs. Reaching down I grazed the
palm of my hand on the hard bullets that were her nipples. My cock felt
the vibration of her throat as she moaned long and deep.
She worked my hard cock with her tongue, cupping her hand around my
swollen lubricated shaft she jacked it then pushed it back into the embrace
of her warm mouth, grasping the base of my cock with one hand ever
spiralling up towards her mouth. With her other hand she gently fondled my
balls. Oh, it felt electrifyingly good. She was good. Too good. I felt
myself about to explode I stopped her and told her to get back on the bed.
She lay with her long legs open, waiting for me. I got on top of her,
my cock nudging against her lips. She smiled warmly, reaching down
she parted her slick lips and pushed her body upwards to meet
my downward thrust. She was giving herself to me, willingly, knowing the
consequences but allowing my body to become part of her. I loved her for
that and rode her slowly, tantalizing her flesh. To my surprise she arched
up her for me to suck greedily, nibbling endearingly on her long
teats. Whilst one was in my mouth she caressed, tweaked and twisted
the other nipple.
She rose up to meet my thrusts as my urgency sped towards a huge climax.
"Fuck me, Tommy, Fuck me hard, Tommy. Harder. Harder... Yessss," she
whispered into the moonlight.
I came in one big rush that spurted deep within her, it went on and on,
until I lay, exhausted, beside her lightly sheened body. I looked into her
eyes and saw a different girl. She held me close as we drifted into a
deep, contented sleep, both realising that we now, truly, belonged to each
other.
It was how found us the following morning.
Continued???