If you haven't read parts one and two, even with all their mistakes, you probably won't understand what's going on. If you've made it through both of those and want a little conclusion, then here you go. Sick stories from a sick mind. You've been warned.
Chapter 03
The Oral Revenge
Meg watched from the shadowed entry to the changing rooms as her friend lowered herself into the mud bath. Seven days in the Bahamas to be spent with her boyfriend and her best friend. Neither struck Meg as friend' at the moment. She waited until Tara was fully immersed before revealing herself, and Tara looked up with a quick smile.
"Hey, Meg. Sorry I'm late. Are you done already?"
"Yeah. What kept you? Our appointment was for nine."
"Too much to drink with dinner last night. I barely made it back to the room. Which reminds me: what time did you roll in?"
"Sometime after midnight. I started talking with these two women from Philly. They were pilgrims, actually."
"You didn't convert or anything, did you?" Tara replied with a laugh. She was slowly getting more relaxed with the conversation. Meg didn't suspect a thing.
"No, nothing like that. They were on a pilgrimage of penance, making their roundabout way to South America. They had some things to do before leaving the Bahamas."
"Sounds interesting. Care to tell me about it?"
"Maybe later." Meg straightened her robe, and shoved her hands into the pockets. Her voice was still somewhat chilled. "Brian called while you were doing the limbo last night. He'll be in later this morning."
"Yeah, I know."
"You know?"
"Uh, well, I figured that since he wasn't in last night, he'd be in this morning. It's a shame that he missed the flight." Tara had to change the subject. Talking about Brian reminded her that there was still a good amount of his cum in her. Thoughts about how it got there made her squirm a little. His fingers curled in her hair as he forced her to deepthroat him. It was a demeaning position that she loved and so did he. They would have to do it again, soon.
She especially liked it because he lasted longer the second time around. It didn't matter how she did it the first time; he never lasted more than a minute. And after two, he was worthless. He'd rather sleep than give something back. If he could learn some control, he'd be fantastic in the sack.
"Tara, I'm only going to ask you this once, and I expect a straight answer. How long has it been going on - you and Brian?"
"What do you mean? There's nothing going on between us." Tara was glad she was flushed from the heat of the black mud, or her blush would have given her up.
Meg looked at her for a moment. She removed her hand from the pocket of the robe to reveal a black object the size of a golfball. "I was there last night. I came home early, and heard the two of you, and snuck out before I got sick. You were supposed to be my friend. I guess you really are better in bed. Well, I hope you two are happy. It's like you were made for each other. In fact, I think you're perfect for each other."
With a contemptuous flip of her hand, the black ball arced through the air and hit the black mud with an audible 'plop'. It immediately disappeared.
Tara ignored it. "Meg. Meg!" She called after her departing friend. "It isn't what you think! Meg!" But she was gone. Tara pursed her lips in anger. Brian had been good, but she'd had so many other guys that were better. And it wasn't like there wouldn't be plenty more when he was gone. Why did she have to go after that asshole, especially when it would cost her Meg?
And what the hell was that black thing? Tara searched as best she could in the muck, but couldn't find it.
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Brian lay naked on the bed, and let the warm beach air dry his freshly showered body. It had been a little awkward, hiding in Tara's room the way he had, waiting until Meg had left this morning.
The whole thing was more than a little exciting. When he got in, he decided to surprise Meg. He caught a cab from the airport and called Tara for their location. Tara had other ideas. Meg was talking to some older women, so she would be occupied for a while. Tara would feign being sick or something and meet him at the room for a little nooky.
He could call and say he would be late. That way, whenever it was a good time, he could sneak out of Tara's connecting room and act like he had just gotten there. She'd been an animal that first time, and he came off a little quick. He went down on her briefly at the start of the second but, after he had reached his own climax, was a little too spent to give her the attention she desired.
This morning, he lay quietly under the covers until Meg left, then he reached down to wake up Tara with a sleeper's orgasm. She returned the favor with another blowjob, but couldn't consummate a second round because of her mud bath appointment.
Tara was a sexual dynamo, and willing to give oral without expecting any in return. "You like being in control too much," she had said. "But you like it even more when I'm in control. Maybe we can send Meg out on an errand, and you can return the favor."
"Yeah, but you might need to suck me off again. You get me so worked up, and you are the perfect little cocksucker."
Which was just how Brian liked it. Oh, he had no problem going down on a girl if he had to, but even then there had to be certain conditions. She had to be clean; there was no way in hell he was going to taste cum, even if was his own.
And she had to deepthroat him. Not just an attempt, either. It had to be a full on skull fuck. Brian had known enough women that were willing to do this to realize who was good and who liked it. Tara was both. She was good in bed, but certainly not the type of girl he would bring home to meet the parents, let alone marry.
That was the major difference between the two friends. Meg was the 'marry and settle down' type, while Tara was . . . well, Brian thought, Tara was everything Meg wasn't, especially in bed. Exciting and aggressive, unlike Meg. He liked it in little doses, but Brian knew he could never be tied down to one woman, especially one like Tara. She was a slut, to be used and thrown away. The type of girl a lot of guys slept with, but none would admit to.
No, Meg was better. No real sexual experience, so everything he did was the best'. And her naivete meant that he could try anything and it would be new to her. No preconceived notions. And if she wasn't in the mood, she was so trusting and innocent that he could fool around on the side whenever he needed or wanted to. He certainly had more sexual need than she did. A need that had to be relieved often.
"Is that for me?" Meg asked. Brian snapped to with a start. He hadn't heard her come in. She was dressed in her morning robe and sandals, and pointed at his half erect member.
He moved to cover up. Meg wasn't the type to be in a sexual mood during the day, especially not in the morning. "Hey babe, I just got in. Figured on a shower, and then I would give you a call."
"Well, that's sort of moot now, isn't it?" Her voice had an edge to it that he recognized as anger.
"Something wrong, honey?"
There was the briefest of pauses before she dropped her robe. "Yeah, I've never experienced your tongue between my legs."
"But you said you weren't -"
"Into oral? Well, let's change that, shall we?" With a deft maneuver, she swung onto the bed and into a sixty-nine position. She settled herself down on his mouth even as her tongue flicked out to lick the head of his cock. His body jumped with the contact.
"Jeez, babe, what got into you?"
"I thought you liked aggressive women. Now, shut up and put that tongue to a better use." She wiggled down tighter onto his face, grinding her sex onto his open mouth. Even so, Brian spread his legs as she devoted her attention to his now throbbing member. Her fingers alternately stroked his erection, caressed his balls, or teased his inner thighs. Time and time again she would stop just short of bringing him to orgasm, and he would try to thrust deeper into his mouth to find satisfaction. On the third attempt, she slipped a spit-covered finger into his anus as she bucked down onto his tongue. At least, he thought it was her finger.
He moaned out at the sudden intrusion. It felt huge and weird and erotic and embarrassing all at the same time. Meg's body began to buck and shiver, and Brian wrapped his arms around her so she couldn't get away from his mouth. Tired as his jaw was, he was going to bring her off if it was the last thing he did. After a few minutes, her shuddering passed and she rolled off him.
"Oh my God," she said. "I never knew it would be like that."
He smiled at her, pleased with himself. "I'm glad you liked it."
"I liked it very much. I will have to do that again, and soon." She got off the bed, and made her way to the bathroom. Her legs seemed very wobbly to her, and she had to steady herself against the wall.
"Are you up for finishing what you started?" he called. He could hear her pee, then flush. She came out and started throwing her clothes in a bag. She paused to look at his erection. It was nearly purple.
"Poor baby, do you want me to suck you some more? You like it when I suck your dick?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Then ask nicely."
"Uh, I thought I did...Would you please suck me some more?"
"It felt good, did it?"
"Yes."
She smiled, and through the last of her clothes into the bag. She left out a bikini, cutoffs, and some heeled sandals, and dressed while she talked.
"Did you like it when I slipped my finger in your ass? Be honest. It was dirty and kinky, and deep inside you liked it."
He was reluctant. "Yes. It feels like you are still there."
