Anne and Alicia, What They Deserve
Chapter 1: Chris, Carl, and Anne
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, True Story, Cheating, InLaws, Spanking, Rough, Humiliation, Sadistic, Gang Bang, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Caution,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1: Chris, Carl, and Anne - Another story based on exagerrated real-life events, a married man plots to sexually destroy two manipulative and devious women.
Dear God, where to begin? Let's just say that most men would have to be gay, not to find Alicia attractive. Her looks are the first thing that will catch any man's attention. Well, almost any man. My experiences with Alicia were a bit different, than most, though.
You see, I'm by no means what anyone would consider a typical guy. Plus, I tend to examine girls intellect and behavior, before I ever focus on their appearance. The night I met Alicia was quite odd, because I'd been babysitting a friend of my wife's, who was spending the night.
Needless to say, her 18 year old friend, Anne, had done a lot more drinking than she needed to. With my wife, Heather, being due at work at 6 a.m., the next morning, I was left to tend to the tipsy Anne. Now, I know what most of you would be thinking. I've got plenty of alone time with a drunk 18 year old, right? So, I might as well have fun with it. I can't lie, the thought had crossed my mind, but I was just as quick to dismiss it. You see, Anne, while being an attractive girl, has issues that I, myself, don't find very attractive.
Anne stands approximately 5'8", weighs around 150, has blue eyes and dark brown hair that reaches down to her shoulders. Plus, Anne was set to become my wife's sister-in-law, by being engaged to her brother, who is stationed at sea. And let me just say, that my wife's brother and I, don't really get along. The real start of the evening began just before my wife was getting ready for bed, when Anne was passed out on the couch, and a knock came to the door.
"Hey, Carl! Chris is here!" Heather called from the front porch of our house. Chris had been a long-time friend of mine that showed up on occasion, usually looking to kidnap me for the night to go drink.
"Alright, I'll be there in a minute." I called back to her, from the bathroom, where I'd just finished shaving. I proceeded to clean up the mess I'd made, and head for the living room.
When I entered, Anne had awakened, still obscenely drunk, and had made her way to the front porch to greet Chris with my wife. Slightly upset that she was once again up and roaming around, I sighed and walked outside.
"Oh, there he is." Heather said, as Anne giggled.
"Hey, Chris, what's going on, man?" I asked, walking up and taking the fresh beer from Chris that he'd brought for me. I quickly opened the cap and sucked down the first gulp.
"Not too much, thought I'd drop by and see if you were up to hanging out." He replied, drinking his own beer. He and I smiled at each other, slightly, before he shot a sideways look to Anne, who was still giggling, uncontrollably.
"Honey, let's go back in the house. You need to sit down." Heather told her.
"I do not! I'm doing just fine, as long as the porch will stop moving." Anne giggled in response, pulling her arm from Heather's grasp.
Quietly, I stepped off of the porch, and made my way to Chris's truck, with Chris following just behind. The night air felt good, but as much as I wanted to join Chris, I was going to have to decline.
We rounded the corner of the house, to the driveway, before turning and leaning up against Chris's bright-red pick-up.
"I'm going to have to give you a rain check, man. I don't know if you noticed, but Anne's dog-drunk in there, and Heather's got to be in bed for work in the morning." I told him.
"Well, alright. I guess you're left to baby sit her, huh?" He kind of smirked, making fun of my situation. A glare was my only response. "Hey, just kidding. In fact, do you need any help? I've got three cases of Bud Light in the truck, and all the time in the world."
I thought about it for a minute and agreed, before we both headed back inside. Heather had brought Anne in and left her on the couch, while she went to change into her night clothes. After a moment, Anne was flirting heavily with Chris.
"Hey, cute guy." She slurred, as he took a seat. "I get to be around two hot guys, tonight, instead of just one?"
I rolled my eyes. Chris just looked at me weird. Neither of us gave her a response, and within seconds, Heather had re-emerged from the bedroom in her pajamas.
"Well, I've got the kids to sleep, and I'll be off to bed, now." She smiled, as Chris examined his pack of cigarettes.
"I've got to run to the store." He said, standing.
"Oh! Can I go?" Anne asked, quickly.
"No." Heather and I told her, in unison. Anne just looked at us funny. "Listen, you're a little bit drunk, and you have no business going to the store. Chris is just going to pick up a pack of cigarettes, so he'll be right back." I told her.
"Actually, if she wants to come, it's fine with me, as long as she stays in the truck." He said. I thought about it for a few minutes, and decided that Chris was trustworthy, so I let her go.
The two walked out the door, and Heather and I followed them, Heather telling Anne to behave, as if she were some small child, and me leaning against the open door frame. The two got into the truck, and started the engine, and Heather turned to go back in the house, when I felt a sharp pain in my back.
"Ow! What the hell? Ow! Shit!" I exclaimed, before getting a very odd look from my wife.
I took a couple of steps forward, and began tugging at my shirt, feeling more sharp stabbing pains. "What's wrong?" She asked me, as I started removing my shirt. I glanced at the area that I'd been leaning on, and at least four yellow-jackets were crawling on the surface of the door frame, stingers dancing behind them.
"Shit! I got stung!" I said, finally getting my shirt off of me. Heather walked around to my back, and gasped when she saw the six white welts where I'd been stung.
"Are you allergic?" She asked.
"I don't know, I've never been stung before." I replied, before we entered the house. As the two of us made our way to the bathroom, I had Heather fetch a couple of cubes of ice from the kitchen. I entered the bathroom and grabbed a rag, wetting it down with cold water. Heather entered and handed me the ice, and I made a quick ice pack.
"God, it's swelling fast." She said, as I handed her the ice pack and had her press it to the area that had been stung.
"Hey, we're back." Anne giggled, as she and Chris entered the front door. By now, I'd sent my wife to bed, and was laying on the couch with the ice pack pressed firmly between the cushions and my back.
"What happened?" Chris asked, eyeing me strangely, as Anne stumbled her way to the nearest seat.
"Damn yellow jackets stung the hell out of me." I grumbled, trying to ignore the throbbing in my back.
"Oh, God." Anne exclaimed, before opening another beer. "Well, get up and go riding with us, the night air will make it feel better." She said.
"I don't want or need to go riding, and you have no business doing it, yourself." I told her, as I began losing my patience.
"Aww, come on!" She whined, before standing up and coming next to me. "I'll give you a kiss if you do." She giggled.
"You're fixing to marry my wife's brother. No offense, but I'm not interested in a kiss from you." I told her.
"Oh, just come on." She said, irritated, as she pulled at my arm. Finally, with a groan, I got off of the couch. I'd decided that at least, if nothing else, with the three of us gone, Heather and the kids may get to sleep without waking up from our noise. The three of us made our way to the truck and got in, before leaving.
We made several rounds through the town, occasionally stopping in alleys to grab another beer for me or Anne, before she began to express her discontent for the boring scenario we were in.
"I want to go do something." She complained. I chose to ignore her. By now, I'd gotten quite drunk, myself, and it was only one in the morning. "Come on, let's go somewhere."
"We've been all over town, don't you think we've been somewhere?" I asked, sipping more of my beer. Chris just seemed to smile in amusement. My vision had gotten slightly blurry, and my speech slurred. I'd never been much of a drinker, anyway.
"Well, there is one place we can go, Carl." Chris suggested from the driver's seat. "My uncle owns a nice piece of land, just outside of town, on an old dirt road. We can go out there and drink, crank the music up, and look at the stars.
I thought about it for a minute, and decided that since we'd be on private property, at least we'd be safe from the cops. "Alright." I replied, which made Anne giggle.
We started driving once again, and I noticed that Anne had begun to lean on me. I'd ignored it, chalking it up to her drunken state, and continued riding. Within moments of me noticing, her head turned to me, and our lips met. I was in shock, but after a moment, I willingly returned the soft kiss. I felt as though I'd hurt her feelings if I didn't return it, but silently vowed that this kiss would be as far as it would go between us. She was to marry my wife's brother, and I wouldn't take advantage of her. I love my wife very much, and I don't even find Anne very attractive.
This is why I chose to ignore her hand, when it rested on my crotch, and began massaging the area, firmly. I pushed her hand away, once, and she grinned and returned it. Finally, I just started looking out the window, thinking that if I ignored her, she'd stop.
As we drove on, the city limits became clear. We passed them, and eventually found our dirt road. Chris turned down it, and drove for what seemed like forever. Steadily, Anne continued moving her hand along the crotch of my jeans, and occasionally kissed my neck. By now I knew that I was rock hard, but had little or no control over it. I knew that Anne was trying to start something that she'd regret, so I was happy when we reached the empty field. We drove between two large groups of trees, and off into the well-hidden pasture.
Chris found a good place to park, and put in a CD. He killed the lights to the truck, and within mere minutes, Anne had turned to him and began kissing him, passionately. Suddenly, I felt my zipper come open, and a breeze of wind hit my erect cock. Her small hand fumbled around for a second, before releasing it from my pants and jacking it off, furiously.
I was in shock, but too drunk to really do anything about it. I lifted my head, slightly, and she'd taken Chris's cock out, as well. Slowly, Chris's hand was working up her thigh and under the skirt of her sundress, and the smell of pussy filled the air. Her hands worked our cocks almost violently, as I began losing myself in the pleasure I was receiving. In the back of my mind, I began wondering why I was letting this happen.
This girl was going to be family, for Christ's sake! And here I am, with her jack us both off, when I should be keeping her out of situations like this. What if she were to tell? Or worse, what if she were to say that we took advantage of her?
My attention was broken, when her body shifted. Her hand moved from my cock to open the door of the truck, just beside me. She slid over me, my cock still completely exposed. Before I knew it, my cock was grazing her flesh, as she got out of the truck, and I became aware that she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt.
Chris and I followed her in exiting the truck, and she put her arm around my neck, pulling me to her. Almost with a stripper's precision, she began dancing to the music on the CD. My exposed dick pressed against her, rubbing her, leaving only the thing fabric of her skirt to separate it's touch from her cunt. She let out gasps of pleasure, as she moved across it, dancing erotically against my swollen cock. She placed my hand on her waist and began to grind herself onto me. I was still in a state of shock, and turned my head, slightly, to see Chris leaning against the far end of the hood of the truck, grinning as he smoked his cigarette.
She moved her body faster, dancing furiously, dry-fucking my cock through her clothes. I could feel her skirt getting wetter with the combination of her juices and my pre-cum, before she lifted one leg and wrapped it around me. She rocked and jerked, losing herself in a sudden orgasm that I thought would never end. When it subsided, her eyes looked deep into mine, and she grinned like a chesire cat. Her head leaned forward, and her tongue made a lightening-quick trail across the center of my lips, before she released me.
I grew dizzy, and sat down on the passenger's seat, with the door still open, as I watched Anne turn to walk to Chris, with slow and playful steps.
"Ready for your dance?" She asked him, with a voice full of playful child-like innocence. I began searching for my cigarettes, hoping to regain some sense of self, and make sense of the situation before it got much more out of control. Carefully, I put my dick up and zipped my pants.
I looked out the window of the truck, watching her take the same stance with Chris as she'd done with me, the moonlight illuminating their figures as the music echoed through the abandoned pasture. Chris was obviously more willing than I, since his hands rested on her ass while he worked her pussy over his cock. The two danced passionately, and I realized that any chance I had of losing my erection was lost as long as I watched them.
Five minutes later, Anne erupted in her second orgasm. I watched her and began to wonder whether she was really drunk, or if this was her plan all along? Her fiance had been at sea for over six months, now, and I'd always overheard her complaining to Heather that she just wasn't getting it as much as she liked. Had she come to spend the night, merely to get me into bed?
Even if that was the case, why was I giving in so easily when I loved my wife so dearly? I mean, I'd always thought of myself as a man of conviction, but could all of this solely be blamed on the alcohol?
Anne released her embrace on Chris, and walked to the driver's side of the truck. Carefully, she took a step up, and knelt until she was on all-fours, inside the small Ford Ranger pick-up.
Chris walked up, behind her, as she grinned at me from her doggystyle position. Her hand unzipped my pants once more, and one more time, my throbbing cock was exposed to the night air. She was now smiling, wildly, before opening her mouth, and sinking toward my cock with haste. She grunted loudly, and I looked up, noticing that Chris had pulled her skirt up. He'd shoved his cock deep into her, and had begun to fuck her as she sucked me off.
Her moans were loud, as her mouth worked on and off of my cock, giving me an outrageous but sloppy blowjob. My pre-cum mixed with her saliva, turning into small bubbly strings of fluid that leaked from the corners of her mouth. Chris used his open palm to spank her across the ass, as he plowed into her with more force than I'd have thought he could. It seemed as thought the force was what she was enjoying. By now, I had finally decided not to give a fuck, and was in it only for my own orgasm.
I grabbed a fist full of her dark hair, and began slamming her face onto my now-throbbing cock, feeling her warm, wet mouth tightening over my dick as it slid up and down the length of my shaft. Every chance she got for air, she used to exclaim the immense pleasure she was feeling.
"Fuck! Yes! Fuck me!" She bellowed, as Chris firmly slapped her ass, pistoning his erection deep into her pussy. I jerked her hard onto my cock, and back up again. "God! Fuck my throat! Spank me! Treat me like a slut bitch!" She squealed.
"Happy to oblige, bitch." I muttered, finally choosing to take out the evening's pent-up irritations on this obvious slut. I fucked her throat until her eyes bulged, listening to her gasp and choke while Chris fucked her relentlessly. Soon, I felt my balls swell with what I knew was going to be one hellacious load of cum. I used my fist full of her hair to pull her up and off of my cock, before exploding all over her pretty little face.
I can't begin to tell you how pleasuring it was to blast my load all over her. And I do mean blast. String after string of my hot load shot across her face, as she gasped and squealed from Chris's brutal fuck of her twat. This was the same girl who'd teased me when Heather and I were still in high school, and she was going to get everything she had coming to her. Loads of my cum landed in her hair, across her cheeks and nose, and dripped from her chin, before I finished and got out of the truck.
I zipped up and listened to Chris continue to fuck her, as I lit another cigarette and went for a beer. At this point, I couldn't really tell you if I was angry or what, all I know is that my teeth were grinding and I was still very upset with the situation. I'd been in denial of my lust for her, by telling myself that she wasn't that attractive, and in a short period of time, this girl had manipulated me to do exactly what she'd wanted. That bitch deserved to be fucked until she bled.
I opened a beer and chugged at it, before hearing her scream, releasing her third orgasm of the night. Chris soon followed her in doing so, and joined me for a beer while she recovered.
"You okay, man? You look pissed." He asked, before uncapping the longneck bottle in his hands. How would I sound if I explained how I felt to Chris? Even worse, what if Anne overheard me? I sighed.
"Nah, man. It was just intense. Say, you think Duwayne would enjoy this bitch?" I asked him, grinning. He cocked his head slightly to the side and looked at me strange.
"Bitch? That doesn't sound like you, man." He said.
"So? I'm drunk. Would he enjoy this, or wouldn't he?"
Chris leaned back and looked at Anne, who was still on all-fours, in the truck. Her head was resting on the seat, and she was gasping for air. Slowly, he turned back at me, grinned, and sipped at his beer.
"I bet he would. Grab my cell phone."