I’d never come like that, and I suspected I never would again. I wanted to look at them, but having my eyes open proved to be too much. I couldn’t even bring myself to stare at Stranger right below me. If I would look, I’d want to see both of them.
I closed my eyes and took it, took both of them, took it all. And it felt so beautiful, like everything was finally right in my world, and that was exactly where I belonged. Between two men who could never see eye-to-eye on fucking anything, unless they were both buried balls-deep inside me. And it felt amazing, it felt like I was, for once in my life, finally in the right place at the very, very right time.
I didn’t want it to end, and when I felt King leaking, I knew he didn’t either, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Fill her up,” he told Stranger. “I want to see her ass and her pussy leak cum at the same time.”
Stranger grunted in agreement and it only took moments for them to have their fill, to fuck me until both their cocks exploded inside me and filled me to the brim. I could barely feel it, so far gone in my own world I couldn’t even move as they pulled out, couldn’t even protest.
I stayed on my knees when Stranger got up from under me, standing beside King and jerking his still hard cock. I could feel their eyes on me, hear their groans as they watched my holes leak all over the bed. And I pushed their cum out of me so they could watch, and felt like the dirtiest girl on the planet. But it felt so fucking good, and I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
I felt their hands on me then, caressing me, fingers touching my tits, tugging on my nipples, palms smoothing down my hair.
“Good girl,” they said in unison, and I really fucking felt like one too.Thirty-TwoKingI had to force my mind off the guy whose house I’d showed up at several times per day.
There was no way I could let him get away that easy. The only thing I’d done was hit him, but I wanted to hurt him much, much more.
Pet’s past finally revealed how bad I felt inside. What a wicked, jealous and sick fuck I’d really become. And she wasn’t to blame, but the need to avenge her innocence felt like it was taking over my life.
She seemed pleased lately, reveling in the memories of both me and Stranger inside her. I knew she’d loved fucking us both, and we’d done it several times since that. I hated every single time that prick came over, although I couldn’t really deny it felt hot as sin to feel him throb in her other hole. It got me off as well, the only thing I really hated was him developing feelings for my girl so fast.
I had to keep reminding myself not to let it get it to me. This was what I’d wanted. All of it had been my idea.
But looking at Pet in our home, happily cooking or flicking through channels, or flashing me her pretty pussy, didn’t fill me with the ease I was hoping to feel. Instead, it made me fucking anxious.
I needed to know she was safe, once and for all.
I caught myself driving more than I ever used to, and every single time, I ended up in the same neighborhood. The one where her abuser lived with his new family.
The need to feel his blood on my hands grew. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him to pay. And I wanted him gone, with no chance of ever coming back.
Through several drives up to his place, I found out more about the guy, and what I found fucking sickened me.
His name was Aaron James and he was a teacher.
He’d taught at Pet’s school and posed as a teenager on the forum she and almost every student had joined. I wondered how many other girls he’d hurt. I wondered how many children had lost their innocence because of the disgusting prick. It was the only thing on my mind unless I was fucking my girl. She was the only person who could make me forget, which was ironic, since my revenge was to be in her name.
I learned and learned about Aaron James. I studied him.
He taught Math. He was a calculating, evil sonofabitch. His wife was his own age, but she looked much older. Harrowed, tired and thin as a rail. Every time I saw her outside their home, she looked scared, her eyes dancing across her field of vision as if she was expecting a blow any second. I had no doubt that he’d hit her plenty of times. I’d even heard them fighting from outside, her wails pathetic compared to his dominant screams.