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That evening Jean phoned Alice to let her know what had happened.

"Tomorrow its Emily’s turn," she said.

"But Emily and Norm are so in love it’s sickening."

"Yes that could be a problem but I think I know the answer. I'll phone you tomorrow. Okay."

"I look forward to it."

Jean phoned Emily and invited her for coffee. She briefed Ian and then they went to bed. That night they again made love slowly. Jean was completely relaxed come the morning. She felt sure that her plan would work.

Emily arrived at nine. They talked and at half past Ian knocked on the door. He was dressed in a tight T-shirt and shorts. He carried a tool belt. Jean led him into the Lounge and he set about making up some shelves.

Jean told Emily that Ian had agreed to make these shelves up whilst the boys were away and would be doing a bit of maintenance around the house.

Emily looked over at Ian who was knelt on the Lounge floor. She was sure she could see something hanging out of his shorts. "My god it's his cock," she thought. She looked at Jean.

"It’s a good view isn’t it? That’s why I ask him round," Jean said.

"Does he know you’re looking?" whispered Emily.

"I am not sure," said Jean. "But I enjoy the site, how about you."

"I wouldn’t mind a piece of that." And they both giggled.

Jean noticed that Emily couldn’t take her eyes off Ian. She smiled.

"Ian, Could you come over here for a minute," she asked.

Ian walked over and stood between the two women.

"Emily wants to know if you realize that you are hanging out of those shorts."

Emily blushed but still could not take her eyes off Ian.

Ian stood. "It would be a lot easier if I didn’t have them on. It does tend to get in the way sometimes. Decency dictates however."

"We wouldn’t mind, would we Emily?"

"No," said Emily. "I wouldn’t mind at all if you took them off."

Ian removed his shorts, his length flaccid against his leg. Emily stared. She had never seen any other man except Norm. This was huge. "What have I been missing" she thought.

She couldn’t help but reach out. She was hypnotized. She touched the tip of Ian's manhood.

"Now that’s naughty," said Jean. "Are you going to do it here in front of me?"

Emily couldn’t help it. She moved her hand and cupped his swollen balls. Ian’s shaft began to grow. She gripped him with her other hand and he grew more and more. Norm had always been erect when they made love. She had never had a man grow in her hand before. She slowly rubbed him up and down and he grew to his full length. She knelt in front of him and took him in her mouth.

"Now that’s really naughty," said Jean with a giggle.

Emily slid her mouth up and down Ian’s spike, each time taking more and more until he had reached the back of her throat. She was completely transfixed. She fondled his balls, played with his scrotum and continued to suck and lick this tremendous member.

"It’s your turn now Emily," said Ian.

He lifted her to her feet. Slowly he undid her blouse, kissing her face, her neck, her chest, her stomach as he went. He deftly removed her bra and went to work on her breasts. Slowly kneading, kissing and sucking. He undid her skirt and let it slip to the floor. He removed her knickers kissing her legs her ankles her thighs and finally he moved to her love mound.

She should have stopped him but the pleasure he was giving was too much. He sat her back down and opened her slit. He licked, sucked and tongued her to the heights of ecstasy. She ground her crutch at him as he worked at her wetness. She came as his tongue entered her. She came again as his fingers worked in and out of her love hole. She was lost to the world as his mouth and hands became her pleasure toy.

Ian stood her up, moved her over to the wall and lifted her onto his swelling. She guided him to her hole and allowed herself to be lowered over his shaft. It slid inside her filling her entirely. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he leant her against the coolness of the plaster. He bucked back and forth, deeper and deeper until she thought he was going to split her in two. She rode him and rode him, her head banging the wall with each thrust. He carried her impaled from one side of the room to the other stopping only to kiss jean on the way. She thrust down on him as his strong hands stroked her buttocks.

He laid her down on the sofa and thrust in and out, ground round and round filling her totally and completely. He kissed her nipples which was now coated in sweat. His rhythm was intense as she hit the heights. Again and again she came, each orgasm more intense that the last. She ground towards him with each glorious spasm. He kept up the intensity of the ride, thrusting, spearing, deep inside her.

His thrusts intensified and he exploded inside her. She was filled with pleasure, she was filled with lust, she was filled with his juices. He held her, kissing her face and neck until their passion was complete. His flaccid penis slid from her. She was spent. He kissed her gently and then turned to Jean.

They kissed and he began over again bringing Jean higher than she had ever been. The intensity of his lovemaking more than Jean had experienced with him before. She exploded with the sensuality of it all. This was the transition from lust to love and she knew that she wanted him for ever. She sensed a difference in him too. When he kissed and touched her it was with a different urgency than before. It was no longer mechanical, it was fluid, purposeful, meant for pleasure, her pleasure and hers alone.

Emily had given herself totally to Ian. She expected nothing in return, she had pleasured him and he her. She had given and he had taken, He had given and she had taken. Ian had suddenly realized the power that he had and that Jean had been using him for her own aims. When he had gone back to her he was different. This time he had expected more. This time he had wanted more than the physical pleasure. He had wanted her heart and he had wanted her soul. He now had it and he knew. Jean was his to do with what he liked and he liked what he had over her.

They sat on the sofa. His hand fell to Emily’s leg. Jean held him tightly. Used up. Completely shattered she watched as his hand stroked Emily’s thigh. Emily parted her legs to give him better access. His hands moved to her mound. Jean wanted him to stop. This was not in her plans. He had taken the others only once. He was hers.

"No more Ian. I think Emily has had enough for one day."

Emily groaned as he inserted a finger. She moved on his hand as he stroked in and out of her hole rubbing her clitoris with each thrust. He parted her legs fully and leant down in front of her. He used his tongue as a weapon bringing her to the throws of ecstasy.

Jean sat and watched, helpless as Ian once more made love to Emily. They joined in passion, coupled in lovemaking until Emily could take no more. Ian was not yet fulfilled. He slipped from Emily and moved to Jean.

He stood erect, proud. He placed his hand on Jean’s head and stroked.

"Why did you do that?" said Jean "You should only take them once. That’s the plan. Only once then back to me. After all I have done for you that’s the least you could do for me."

Ian stood stroking her head. He made up his mind.

"Jean. What we have now is good. One thing will make it even better. If you want this to go on I suggest you listen well. You have been using me for the past few days to fulfill some fantasy of yours. There is still one person to go that you want to pay back. I am your tool of revenge it seems.

"Emily gave me something that you have not yet. She gave herself willingly, expecting nothing in return. No comeback just pleasure. Even when I was inside her she responded. Her muscles clenched me like nothing before. She gave me pleasure whilst I gave her pleasure. You have never done this. You have let me fuck you provided it was on your terms and your terms alone. Now we are going to see how much you want me."

"Get down on your knees."

Jean complied.

"Now I know you don’t like it but for the next hour or so I want you to pleasure me with your mouth. Whilst you do I will be pleasuring Emily again. Now get on with it."

Jean knelt in front of Ian. She couldn’t go through with this. She hated sucking cock. But if she didn’t she would lose what she had with Ian. O.K. She thought. "I will give you the best head you will ever have."

She started. She licked the hole, she licked around the tip, she sucked and licked, she forced it down her throat, she did everything that she had learnt, or been told. She gave her all to the job in hand. All the time Ian stood playing with Emily in front of her. His fingers inside her, his tongue in her mouth.

Emily came again and again. Jean came as she found new pleasure in giving. Ian took the pleasure. Now he was in charge.

As he reached his zenith he pulled out of Jeans mouth and forced Emily to her knees. He squirted over her face, he squirted over her breasts. His fluids coated her upper body. He forced Emily to lie on the floor and then turned to Jean.

"Emily needs cleaning."

Jean knelt and slowly cleaned Emily with her tongue. She licked off the seminal fluids, slowly and deliberately, from her face, her neck, her breasts her stomach. She swallowed each mouthful and then went back to her task. When she had finished she looked up.

"You haven’t finished. There is still some inside her."

Jean opened Emily’s legs. She cleaned her thighs, her lips, her slit and then cleaned out her hole. Her tongue the only tool she had was inserted deep within Emily when Ian said.

"Okay girls. That’s enough for today. Emily, thank you for today. I will call you when I want you again. Jean. Make me some dinner."


That evening when Jean phoned Alice she was almost in tears. She told Alice all that had happened. How she was now totally in Ian’s power and how she feared for their future. It was Alice that brought her back to reality.

"There is no future for you and Ian. When the boys get back it will be married life again. Don’t get yourself involved. Just enjoy the moment."

After the call Jean sat and thought. Alice was right.

It was that bitch Carol’s turn tomorrow. I know that she has been fooling with Stan. Tomorrow she will get hers.

That night Ian had made love to Jean. The roles had been reversed and Jean had found herself totally subservient. After a while she had discovered that she enjoyed the situation. Giving Ian pleasure how and when he wanted was new and exciting. In the morning she woke refreshed, awash with pleasure.

Carol arrived at 9 o’clock. She was worried that Jean had found out about her and Stan. It had been a one off. It had just happened. She had been lonely and Stan had been available. It wasn’t going to happen again.

Carol was shown to the Lounge. Ian was sat in the chair and Carol sat on the sofa.

"Oh hello Nobby," said Carol.

"Hi Carol. You sure you want to be here today?"

"Why do you say that Nobby?

"Because you fucked my Husband!" came the reply from Jean who was stood at the door.

"Oh Jean! I am so sorry. It just happened. It was one of those things. I feel so guilty about it. I had been having trouble and Stan was just there comforting me. The next thing we both knew we were doing it. I am so sorry!"

"Does Len know yet?"

"Oh no! He must never find out! He will kill me! You know Len. He beats me if tea is not ready on time. Please Jean!! Not Len! Don’t tell Len!!"

"Take off your clothes Carol!"

"What?"

"You heard me. Take off your clothes!"

Carol stripped. She stood naked facing Jean. Jean stared her up and down.

"I think I can see why Stan did what he did. Now come over here and take off my housecoat."

Carol walked over to Jean. She undid her belt and opened her housecoat. Jean was naked underneath. She was just about to slip the coat from Jeans shoulders when Jean slapped her hard on the face. She stood frozen.

"Bitch!" Jean shouted. "Now get down and lick me you slut!"

Carol’s face stung. She went to her knees. She had never done anything like this before. She parted Jeans sex and started. She licked her slit, sucked on her bud. Jean held her face in both hands and ground her mound into Carols face.

"I’ll teach you to fuck with my husband!"

Ian walked over to the pair.

"Enough," he said to Jean. "Sit down."

"She fucked Stan, the bitch!" she shouted. She slapped Carol again.

Ian took her hands and moved her to the sofa. He pushed her down.

"Now Carol. Jean would like to beat you to a pulp but I have a better idea. You will lick Jean until she comes. Pleasure for pleasure that’s fair. You gave yourself to Stan, now it is Jean’s turn."

"Jean. Open your legs and let the revenge begin."

Jean opened her legs and Carol knelt in front of her. She buried her head again in Jeans Sex. This was not a lot different from sex with Len. He forced her to suck him when he wanted. Licking Jean under duress was the same. Jean clamped her legs together trapping Carols head. She squirmed as Carol brought her to a peak and then collapsed back on the sofa as she came in a rush.

"Okay," said Ian. "Revenge is sweet."

"Now it is your turn. Sit on the sofa Carol. Jean prepare her for me."

Jean moved in front of Carol. She roughly spread her legs and moved her head to her sex.

Carol sat passively whilst Jean started to tongue her mound. There was no movement and no excitement which started to frustrate Jean. Carol sat motionless, receiving Jean as she would receive her husband Len when he returned from his late night drinking sessions. Jean inserted a finger and then two into Carol's pussy. It was dry and Carol felt the pain. Jean sensed that Carol was hurting and inserted another. Carol tried to move away but Jean just carried on regardless.

Ian grabbed Jean by the hair and pulled her off. "What are you doing that for Jean. You can see that it painful. I’ve just about had enough of you now. Go and sit on the chair and don’t move."

Jean swore under her breath but went over to the chair and sat, sulking.

Ian moved to Carol. "I’m sorry about that Carol. It wasn’t my intention for you to be hurt. Maybe I can relieve the pain."

He gently kissed Carol on the forehead. Then he began the slow kissing around her face. He nibbled her ears slowly and gently and then moved round to her lips. He felt the first signs of response as she parted her lips to accept his tongue. Gently he kissed her slowly moving lower to her neck, then her chest and working back up to her mouth. This time the response was more active. Carol had never had gentle sex.

Len had been her first lover and was always brutal. She had had one or two lovers who had taken her roughly culminating in Stan who had taken full advantage of her including violating her never regions. Len regularly took her from behind so it was no big deal to her when he turned her and rammed her like a dog.

Ian worked at her face and neck and she started to feel something unusual. She was wet and hot and her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as she slowly responded.

"Stand up," Ian said. "And let me look at you."

Carol stood.

"You’re beautiful Carol. Can I make love to you?"

"My god he’s asking me. Men usually just take what they want from me," she thought.

She quivered. Then she nodded.

Ian moved to his knees and pulled Carol towards him. She looked down at him quizzically. He parted her legs and ran his hands up and down her inner thighs stopping each upward stroke at her triangle and gently touching her clitoris. He moved his hand to her slit and slowly rubbed between her lips.

She was extremely wet now and with each stroke she rocked in time with his fingers. He moved to her clitoris and gently squeezed, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. He then moved down and inserted his finger in her hole. His finger now wet was moved back to her clitoris and his pleasure-giving continued.

At this point she came. The first orgasm she had ever had with someone else. Its intensity at first scared her and then as she convulsed more the pleasure took over and her mind relaxed. Ian moved his mouth to her mound and gently tongued her. His tongue and fingers slowly worked their magic and she came again. This time her throat let out a high pitched squeal and her body reacted like nothing she had felt before. The convulsions started at her sex and continued to her head and feet. She started to collapse but Ian caught her and laid her on the floor.

As she recovered she felt Ian enter her. She felt him fill her void. His mouth moved down to her breasts and with his tongue alone he gave her sensations she had never had before. She could feel him moving inside her. Not the sharp dry pain she had always experienced before but a wet warmth that seemed to fill her whole body. Each stroke seemed to take ages and she felt his hardness reach her womb.

He carried on slowly building her pleasure until she could no longer stand it. Again the convulsions, again the intense pleasure, each time punctuated with this slow gentle build up of warmth, wetness and intensity.

His speed increased and eventually they both exploded from within. She felt him paint her inner walls with his juices. She held him tight as each spasm was matched with one of her own. He held her as he gently moved onto his side still deep inside her. She felt his hardness subside as he gently kissed her. As she came down she felt a great sense of happiness.

"Nobby," she said. "You can be my Nobby anytime you want."

Jean came over to them both and tried to pull Carol away. She was desperate for Ian. Her sulkiness had changed to anticipation and she wanted him deep inside her. Ian stood up and took her hands in his.

"Not now Jean. I have seen a different side to you and I want to know why. What have these girls done that has made you so mad? Until you tell me you will be frustrated."

Jean sat down.

"Alice told me before the party that she thought Stan and Carol were having an affair. She wasn’t sure but she had seen them a couple of times talking and laughing together and it looked a little too friendly. I was sure that Stan would not cheat on me so I didn’t think anything of it.

"During the party I went to the Ladies room and whilst I was sat in the cubicle I heard the other girls come in. They were laughing and Carol started to tell them about her and Stan. How they had been together and he had taken her in all three holes. She was crude in the way she told the story and the other girls just laughed. She called me a stupid bitch for not letting Stan have his head and tail so to speak and that she would give Stan any hole she had whenever he wanted it.

"I was completely humiliated hearing about Stan's preferences and how I would not fulfill his needs. I had to have revenge. When you came along I formulated a plan to get my own back. Now its backfired." She started to cry.

"You really love Stan Don’t you?" said Ian.

"Of course I do," cried Jean.

Ian took her in his arms and hugged her.

"Go home Carol! I will phone you next week."

That afternoon Ian and Jean made love. Ian gave her his all and Jean responded in kind.

During the rest of the holiday Ian spent at least one whole day with each of the girls. He had fun with Alice and Jean together and on the final day entertained all five.

Two weeks after going back to work he handed in his notice and started a new job selling computers.

Three months later Jean and Stan were walking through the town when Stan noticed Ian walking towards them in a suit with a gorgeous girl on his arm.

"Nobby," he shouted. Ian came over to them.

Stan couldn’t resist a dig. He turned to the girl and said "Does Nobby still get hard every time he sees a woman? Is he still a pervert?"

The girl looked at Stan and replied." Oh yes." And she smiled.

Ian looked at Jean and noticed a bulge in her stomach. Jean said "Three months gone. It must have been when the boys came back from fishing. Amazingly all five of us girls are pregnant. All three months."

Stan laughed and said" The sea air must have got our peckers up. Still there’s no chance of you getting anyone pregnant Nobby Is there you perv?"

"No," said Ian and he smiled at Jean.


All had changed. Jean was dealing with Stan's preferences and had surprised herself as to how much she was enjoying them. Alice and Alan were still together but now he enjoyed watching as she took other men to her bed. Emily was still madly in love with Norm as she was with her other five lovers. Lynne had introduced John to the delights of swinging and they happily shared their partner with numerous other couples.

Carol had finally had enough of Len and after her last beating had reported him to the police. He was now doing a five year stretch and she was living on her own and finally enjoying life. She no longer took wasters as lovers and if any man did not give her pleasure she marched him out of the door.

In the Spring five new babies were born. Each had an uncanny resemblance to each other. Jean never saw Ian again but her and her friends often discussed their two weeks alone at home.