Fang of Control

Copyright 2021 by Limnophile

Permission granted to print or repost for non-commercial use if author is credited.

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I only offer this to entertain. If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs, or inspire an orgasm, that's even better. Thanks to the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from 'Painfully Godawful' to 'Below Average'. I hope at least one of them will look at this and not hate it.

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If you haven't read chapter 1 yet, you should. This may not make much sense otherwise.

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My first destination in my old neighborhood was the home of Rhonda and Larry. Larry was two years older than me in high school, and harassed and bullied me several times. I dated Rhonda for a month and she promised to go all the way with me on our sixth date. The sixth date didn't happen because Larry impressed her by beating me up.

I parked in their driveway and saw Larry mowing the grass. I decided to play it cool at first. He waved and shut the mower off, then walked over to me. "Ron? Is that really you? I haven't seen you in..."

"Twenty one years, Larry. I heard you and Rhonda got married?"

"Yeah, married with three kids. Let's go in and have a beer. I'll introduce you to the family."

He was treating me like an old friend. Didn't he remember all the times he picked on me, or that he'd stolen Rhonda from me?

"You know Rhonda. The kids are Lisa who's 19, Pam is 18, and the little guy is Fred. He's eight." I noticed a female scent on Larry, and it wasn't Rhonda's.

From her aroma, I could tell Pam was about two months' pregnant, and Lisa was on her period. Rhonda smelled very good, not quite ovulating, but her body was eager for another baby. Tomorrow or the next would be egg day.

I politely chatted with them about the usual high school reunion stuff. We discussed who got married to who, which lowlife classmates ended up in jail, which slut cheated with a dozen guys before getting divorced for the 3rd time, and so-on.

After dinner I asked, "Lisa, you and your sister can watch Fred, right? I want to go visit some old friends with your parents. How about I pay you to babysit tonight?"

"Sure! Mom and dad almost never pay us! Cool!"

As I led them to their car, Rhonda asked, "So where are we going?"

I looked in Larry's eyes intensely. "To Larry's girlfriend's house. Where does she live, Larry?"

"Becky only lives two houses over, we don't need to drive." He finally realized he had admitted to cheating. "I... um... uh..."

Rhonda screamed, "You lousy bastard! You're screwing around on me! And with that skank! She's a stripper, probably a whore, too!"

Larry sealed his fate with, "But it's not like that! She only made me pay the first ten or twelve times. I'm her boyfriend now, she loves me."

I put a hand on each of their shoulders. "Let's go find out." I led them to Becky's place and rang the doorbell.

20-year-old blonde Becky answered the door in a bathrobe, and we saw a much older man putting his pants on behind her.

Larry yelled, "Mister Harris!" The old man grabbed his shoes and shirt and ran out the back door.

I smiled. "Wasn't mister Harris our Math teacher in high school?"

Rhonda smiled even wider than I did. "No, he taught History. And Becky was just screwing the old relic! He's gotta be 70 by now!" She laughed.

I said, "How about we go to her bedroom, and have a little contest. We'll let the girls decide who's the better man."

Becky looked at me and smiled, while Rhonda put her arm around me. Larry just said, "But..."

I looked deep in Larry's eyes. "You afraid you won't measure up?"

"I... aaah!" He wet his pants and ran home.

I told the girls, "Only one man left, so I'm the winner. But let's still have the contest. You have condoms, right?"

Becky nodded, but the question was unnecessary. I could smell them, especially the five relatively fresh ones in her bedroom trash. As a downside to my amazing sense of smell, I could tell from two rooms away, the spunk in them came from five different men. Becky had screwed at least five guys in the last couple of days. I could also smell fresh semen leaking from her ass. My old History teacher had buttfucked her bareback. I led the girls to the bedroom, and Becky took off her bathrobe. She had a nice body, but my nose told me not to go near it.

"On second thought, I don't want to catch any diseases. Tell Larry that his wife and I are spending a week at a hotel."

I looked in Rhonda's eyes. "Right, Rhonda?"

"Right!" She kissed me on the lips.

We drove to a hotel, and I spent eight days screwing Rhonda as much as possible, at least 12 times a day. I drove her home the day her vaginal aroma changed, telling me she was probably pregnant.

I walked into the house holding her hand, as the rest of the family was eating dinner. I told Larry, "Your wife is a beautiful woman. You can have her back now." I dropped her hand. "Come in the back yard and talk with me, Larry."

I stared in his eyes with burning fury. "You stole her from me in high school, and then cheated on her. She's pregnant with my kid now, and you're going to take the best care of them you can. You're never going to cheat on her again. If I hear that you cheated or treated her badly... you really don't want that to happen. Right?"

"NEVER! No! I'll never do it again!" I could smell that he had shit his pants, in addition to pissing himself again. Larry ran to the bathroom, and I sat in his seat in the dining room.

"We had a good time, right, Rhonda?"

"That was SO GREAT! You're AMAZING!"

"I think your daughters should have a good time too, so we're going on a date. I'll have them back in a week or two. Okay?"

Lisa and Pam were eager to go, but Rhonda only reluctantly agreed. "Okay." She looked sad, but I knew she'd get over it.

"Make sure and tell Larry about our time together. Every detail."

She smiled. "I'd love to! You're SO MUCH BETTER! Maybe I can teach him to do it right."

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