Tangled Webs and Open Legs

Tears roll down Amanda's face, destroying her mascara. It echoes the messy face of the woman on the screen, cum streaking her perfect smile. The woman smirks with satisfaction. The camera pans out to reveal her heaving, swollen breasts and sweat covered body. The time stamp on the video is 32 minutes.

32 fucking minutes that destroyed her fucking life.

Larry comes into focus and plants a passionate kiss on the woman's messy face. Samantha's face. The cunt. The betrayer.

How does she taste, Larry? Thoughts come unbidden to her mind. Anger and sorrow interweave.

Amanda turns away. She sobs as her world unravels. She had serious misgivings about accepting Doug's invitation to the motel. She didn't want to give him the wrong impression, but he sounded so desperate. She planned on setting him straight. And then he played the video.

And her husband appeared. Followed by Doug's wife, Samantha. Who is also Amanda's best friend.

"I hate that you had to sit through all of that," Doug says softly, his lisp barely noticeable, "but you needed to get the whole picture." He picks at the fabric the arm of the tan coloured recliner chair in the corner. His fingernails are dirty. Their eyes don't meet.

"I. I need a minute," Amanda says.

"Take all the time you want," he says, "but it still won't change what they did to us."

"Why did you show me this?"

"I want payback. I want to hurt them. Both."

"How?" She knows the answer. The question hangs hollow as she scans the room. She perspires as her anxiety spikes, sweat collecting between her breasts. Understanding blossoms. She has never been that kind of girl. She's the other kind; the kind you bring home to mother.

"An eye for an eye, Amanda. An eye, for a mother-fucking eye."

Amanda fights the urge to run. She rubs her sweaty palms against her skirt and shifts uncomfortably in her chair. The room is stifling. Perspiration coats her forehead and she prays that he doesn't notice.

But another emotion bubbles to the surface. The video is disturbing, but it is also hot. Sam and Larry lost in sexual pleasure. They acted dirty and pulled out all the stops. Larry said things that shocked her. But the image of Sam's cum covered smiling face resonates most vividly.

Does she want that?

Doug tries to act calm, but she knows him well enough to know that he's not. The four of them had gone on vacation so many times... She shakes her head, confused how she couldn't have seen this coming. Her mind races to calculate the times the two of them been alone. She wonders how many times they fucked. How long?

Her common sense arrives, late to the party. Amanda shakes her swollen head. Thoughts are jumbled and she needs to create some space to think. Nausea rumbles from her tummy and threatens to reveal her breakfast. She rushes to the bathroom, slams the door and drops to her knees. She wretches, but nothing comes up. Nerves. Trauma. Panic and heartache.

She splashes cold water on her face. She's not ready for divorce, but if it comes to it, she knows she will be alright. She's in her prime. And she's fine.

"I'm ten times hotter than that fucking bitch," she whispers to the mirror. She's wearing a light blue blouse that accentuates her large breasts. They look perfect. She squeezes them, nipples visible through her bra. She sighs."Why couldn't you be happy, just with me?" No answer. There really is no answer.

Perhaps an equal and opposite response is the appropriate answer? She has zero attraction to Doug. Sure, he's been a good guy since she's known him. He can be a lot of fun with a few drinks under his belt. But after a few wild years in college, she never wanted to be with anyone else but Larry.

He was far from her first, but she thought he might be her last.

She thought they were enough for each other.

Turns out, Larry wanted more.

"Get home. Get packed. Get out." She stares into the mirror, panting the mantra.

Focus girl. Now is not the time to fall apart. She takes a deep breath, nods once, and arranges herself to face the world.

"Doug, I have to get out of here. I need time to..." Her voice trails as she stops in her tracks. Doug's moved to the bed where he lays naked. He's stroking his cock and smiling. A big smile. An even bigger cock.

So, the rumours are true. It's bigger than a porn dick. Amanda has limited experience, but Doug appears twice the size of Larry. Twice. She shivers.

She's decidedly not turned on at all by Doug. But she realizes that maybe that's not overly important. Her entire life she's heard stories celebrating the sexual prowess of big dicks. In college, her friends would rave about them. Most, if not all, swore that sex is better. His skill is irrelevant. Just lay them down and go for a ride that exceeds all your fantasies.

Sure, she's always been curious. She's fantasized about getting slammed into next week by a flesh sledgehammer. But she never had a reason to cheat on Larry.

Until now.

She glances at the exit. Samantha's cum covered face floods her vision. The image fades to red. Her shock recedes and her latent anger ignites. Her pussy aches to be filled and fucked into oblivion. Her crotch has been soaked since the moment Larry sank into Sam's betraying cunt. It is maddening that it turns her on, but she is cognizant of the fact that she is now being presented with an opportunity for instant karma. Instant revenge. All she has to do is reach out and take it.

I'm taking a piece back, bitch.

Amanda unbuttons her blouse. No words - what could she say? Doug's eyes strain and capture every movement. His excitement clearly betrays his desire. He has wanted her for years; women know these things.

"Do you see what you did?" Doug says. He turns to face the table where his phone is angled up. "You caused this. Payback is a bitch." He's recording it.

Good, she thinks. She wants to be there when Larry sees his perfect little wife split open by that monster cock. Surges of pleasure sparkle from her nipples, begging for her touch. She peels off her panties. They are slick.

She comes into camera view completely naked and crawls from the foot of the bed to his lap, fingers curling around his shaft. Doug sighs, closes his eyes and sinks back on the bed.

"That's right, baby. Lay back and enjoy yourself," she strokes him, feeling her arousal begin to spike. She turns to the camera and smirks. "This is the biggest penis I've ever seen. I hope it will fit inside me. I've only had a small prick in me." She laughs. "He's going to fuck me like a real man," she adds, before taking him into her mouth. Her lips stretch across the massive head, the scent and taste assaulting her senses. He's musky with a lingering taste of urine. His huge belly quivers as he shifts position. He's fat in the wrong places, has offshoots of hair in even worse places, and needs some extra help with grooming. She isn't attracted to him at all.

But this cock.

Amanda severs the man from the dick. She decides that Doug doesn't matter. Larry and Samantha don't matter. All that does matter is getting off with this dick. She wants to hurt Larry, but she might as well enjoy herself. Doug's blood pulses against her palm, the power emanating from his iron hard shaft making her mouth water. She's enraptured by the size and swell of his glorious balls. Amanda's fairly certain that she's got some good material to work with. Getting off is pretty much guaranteed. Many times.

The power itself is intoxicating. Her head swoons, but she knows that she's in command. Her pussy quivers in anticipation as she relishes in his big dick energy. It makes it easy for her to submit. She devours him and her slurps echo from the walls, soon joined in the chorus by his moans.

Amanda knows she's hot. Her breasts are spectacular orbs that draw every eye, man or woman. In recent years, she's opted toward dressing conservatively. She routinely keeps her puppies hidden under a blanket with loose fitting clothing and spacious blouses. It attracts much less unwanted attention, but it also creates the unexpected consequence of diminishing her libido. Their sex life has been on the outs for a long time. They got busy and life took over. But that shouldn't mean that Larry is allowed to wander. She refuses to take responsibility for his conduct.

Thousands of visits to the gym carved a perfect body to complement her gigantic breasts. With long flowing blond hair, she looks like the perfect little fuck bunny. She is tattoo free; an adversity to needles keeps her skin clear. She's not fond of her appendectomy scar on the lower right of her abdomen, but it has largely faded. A few scattered freckles across her arms and chest are the only disturbances in an otherwise pristine canvass. Hundreds of guys have hit on her over the years. Larry had been her one and only.

Time to change that.

"I need this big dick inside me," she whispers. Then, remembering the camera, she says loudly, "I can't wait for this big cock! Give it to me, please! Give it to me NOW!" Amanda springs up on all fours, wiggling her ass at Doug. She positions herself to give the camera a clear view of insertion. Doug doesn't need to be told twice. He rolls over and lumbers into a kneeling position. He looks like an ancient satyr, or the god Pan, with his grotesquely stout body and massive dong.

Amanda stares at the far wall. A board is cracked and the paint has worn thin near the floor. Exuberant vacuuming, most likely, chipped and cracked the baseboards. She closes her eyes.

He runs the head up and down her dripping slit. She's wet and squishes where he touches her. His head is the size of a fist, and smooth as silk. She thrusts her hips back, hungrily trying to devour the portion. He meets her need and responds with a mighty thrust that sinks him to the balls. He anchors there, his testicles swaying while they both become accustomed to her tightness.

Amanda gasps, overwhelmed with white light and pain. She squirms in panic, belatedly realizing that she's taken on too much too fast. She tries to climb off, but he has her hips locked in his grasp. She draws ragged breath as her pussy tears apart. Her innards are pins and needles and they claw at her with fury. She registers Doug's savage moans and wonders how he could be so insensitive to her plight. Doesn't he know how hard this hurts...?

And then the pain is gone like it never occurred. The vacuum it leaves in its wake skips relief and immediately vaults her into pure pleasure. She goes from agony to ecstasy in a heartbeat. Her skin glows and flushes as her body opens to his staff.

He pulls out slowly before slamming it home, adopting a languid pace. Amanda surrenders to bliss, her brain going dark with every thrust. She screams. She gasps. She grins like an idiot as he works her over. Eventually, Doug flows to a steady pace. She devolves into a mess of moans, panting, sweating and leaking. She isn't usually this messy in bed, but Doug's dick unlocks the whore in her. The bullet is already down range; go big or go home. Amanda abandons every self-imposed barrier she's ever struggled against. This is her freedom song. After today, everything will be different.

So, she thinks, this is the coronation party for the Queen she will become. She's going to be on her own. Time to learn how to live. A part of her feels guilty for the excitement she feels. She should be crumbling in the face of divorce. Instead, she's getting dicked-down by a massive instrument and anticipating the fun she's going to have as a free-agent.

Doug quickens his pace and drives all cogent thought from Amanda's mind. Suddenly, she feels her pussy involuntary spasm, clutching at his dick as she writhes.

"Relax," he grunts, "breathe through it. Fuck, you're tight."

Amanda pants, scarcely hearing him. She feels her death grip lighten. He slams into her, slapping against her ass with a sweet sound. Soon, he's building a rhythm of slaps that she weaves into a chorus of moans. Gibberish spills from her lips as she tries to make sense of it. How can a cock bring so much pleasure?

"Nuh, nuh, nev, never ever ever ever," she moans, "Oh god best ever, oh god you fuck me so good - you fuck me so good!" She abandons all decorum and throws herself back against his hammer. He's like iron pulsing into her, soliciting every ounce of sexual energy from her frame. Her melons swing wildly, drawing the attention of his hands and clutching fingers. He paws at her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. She collapses and orgasms rip into her.

He pushes her down on the bed and cloaks her with his massive body. He drives her face into the bedspread, forcing the mattress to devour her screams. His body crushes her, but he keeps pumping. Her eyes roll back in her head and she forgets her own name, but she still takes a moment to smile pretty for the camera. She needs Larry to see how much pleasure she's receiving. He needs to know the depth of what he created.

Tears streak her face, but she is elated. She has never been fucked like this. It is also sweet because it is just so wrong. She never fucked on camera before, that she's aware, and it flips a switch inside her. Her slut side is on full display and she loves it. She's aflame and carried along by the momentum of the emotional anarchy broiling within her.

Cumming is the only cure. But not just for her. Amanda also wants Doug's cum. Badly. She aches for it.

She slides off and motions for him to lie down. She tastes them on his dick, their combined juices spiking her arousal. She'd fuck anything right now. If a football team broke down the door, she'd fuck them all. Twice. Every touch resonates. She can't focus and feels drunk.

Amanda climbs up and sinks down on Doug with a content sigh. She tries to go to her feet to drive deeper, but falls into a tangle of limbs amidst laughter and whoops.

"I can't," she laughs, "but I need it, bad. Give it to me big boy." She lies back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. Her pussy gleams, the labia crimson and engorged. She resists the urge to play with her clit, certain she'd come immediately. Doug takes the bait and surprises her by diving in face first. He smacks and licks loudly, humming his approval as he buries his face in her crotch. She knots her fingers in his hair and punishes his face with her pussy, hips madly writhing. He sucks on her clitoris, eliciting a thrill that flashes across her pelvis. A few more strokes of his tongue and she's coming in his mouth. He laps it up.

He replaces his tongue with his massive dick and he settles into a steady missionary fuck. Amanda loses track of time and they make-out while they bang, surrendering to animalistic pleasure. She even forgets about the camera.

"God, you're so good to my pussy baby. Yes, that's it. Ooh, suck on my titties. Yes, both. Mmm just like that. That's good baby." She smooths his hair as he feasts on her bounteous chest. She thought this would be a mechanical exchange, devoid of emotion. She couldn't anticipate that she'd get this turned on. She also hadn't expected to cum endlessly. She couldn't have known she would love this as much as she does.

She might actually make this a regular thing, she thinks. Doug's dick is just that good. Damn!

She gives as good as she gets. Doug's lips are flapping with a steady stream of filthy encouragement. He swears by every god under heaven that he's never had a slut this good. His mouth is full of breast and most of what he says is lost to Amanda before it reaches her ears. It turns her on, though, hearing him praise her sweet pussy and tits. She likes when he calls her his slut. She's shocked to realize that she gets off on being humiliated. Another switch flips in her head and she doubles down on depravity. She matches his dirty mouth and feels him stiffen within her as she explores his appetite for kink.

They flow to different positions like familiar lovers. Amanda is unstoppable and eager to experiment. She never gets the opportunity with Larry, who is ultra conservative in the bedroom. That's what hurt so much - to see him shatter boundaries with Samantha. Why couldn't he do that with her?

Their bodies are slick with sweat. It fuels their excitement. Amanda's makeup runs across her face, creating a haunting effect. The room stinks of sex and perspiration.

"That pussy, Amanda," Doug says. "I never knew Larry had it so fucking good. That pussy is magic!"

She peels back her lips to grin and squeezes her eyes closed against waves of exquisite full body pleasure and balls of spicy energy flowing through her body.

I have a magic pussy. No one ever told me that before.

She has been described as pretty, and beautiful, and even gorgeous. But Larry never told her that she was good in bed.

Doug loves her pussy. And Doug's dick is beyond incredible. She is consumed with the overwhelming urge to see it shoot.

"Do you have a big load, Dougie baby?" her tone petulant and playful.

"Yeah, and I've been saving up for this too." He leans in and whispers, "It is going to look so good on camera. You're going to look just like Sam did, but hotter. Way hotter."

Amanda's pussy spasms as the image surfaces. Yes, she wants that. Badly, deeply, hotly. Her body responds with subtle whispers, but soon, she's moaning like an insatiable slut.

"Give it to me! I want that cum so badly. Cover my face, oh god yes that's so hot. Give it to me just like that slut wife of yours, her face covered in goo." She pants like a dog, desperate words infused with all the potency of her soul. "I want it. I need it. I want him to see. I want him to know what he did to me. To me-e--e..."

He pounds her for an eternity. She's his fuck doll - there is no question about that. He uses her like he bought her.

She feels him getting close. His breath becomes more ragged and his anaconda is super-engorged and throbbing. She massages his balls with hungry fingers, praying for a heavy load. She thinks he might abandon the plan to mirror Sam's facial from the video and will deposit a cream pie instead. But just before the fireworks ignite, he pulls out. He brings her to sit at the edge of the bed. His juicy cock bounces inches from her lips. It smells sweet and sour with their fluids. She aches to taste it, but she knows he's close. Her reward isn't far from delivery. She patiently waits for direction.

"This is going to get messy, I promise you," he says.

"Make it good for the camera Doug, that's all I ask."

"Wishes cum true," he grunts, stroking himself. She studies the veins and textures, the head so shiny and slick she wonders why she can't see her reflection in it. It is hypnotic, the flapping near her face. His hand is a blur.

"Get ready," he commands.

Amanda closes her eyes, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. She changes her mind and opens her eyes to face the camera just as a thick rope of cum streams across her face. The second rope fills her mouth, causing her to gag. It hits the back of her throat. She coughs and spits as more cum spills onto her face and hair. Strings of semen lace her tits and gobs drip from her cheeks and chin. The cum is hot, hotter than she expected. Doug moans and strokes out every last drop. When he is nearly done, he sinks his dick into her mouth.

"Clean me," he says. She obediently licks every last drop from his dick and balls. She can't imagine what it looks like to Larry. He would have never expected his proper and pristine wife to ever do something this banal. She would have never imagined herself with a cum covered face, sucking their friend's balls. New horizons, and soon, a new life.

Doug collapses on the bed. He hoots with joyous laughter.

"That was amazing, Amanda. I've wanted to fuck you from the moment I met you. You're better than I could have imagined. And I'm sure that our performance did the trick." He turns to the camera and adds, "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"