Kim’s Comeuppance
by
Galen Trapper
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010, Galen Trapper
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Kim’s Comeuppance
Sometimes something happens, and at first you think it’s a calamity, but in the long run it turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to you; sometimes you just get lucky like that. That’s how it worked for me and my three best friends when my girlfriend cheated on me.
We taught the young slut that a girl is never too old for an old-fashioned spanking, the butt-blistering kind. We taught the teen tramp that spreading her legs for another guy makes her cunt a pubic utility, free to the public. We taught the blonde bimbo that huge, hard cocks are very effective weapons against tight, tender twats. We taught the faithless floozy that ‘pussy-whipped’ has two very different interpretations.
The best thing that ever happened to us? We learned that teaching naughty girls to behave makes your balls balloon and your dick distend, empowers you to fuck like a satyr on steroids, and pumps up your ego as much as your libido; reducing a luscious sexpot to an abject, screaming vassal is an exquisitely arousing final victory in the battle of the sexes. All in all, it is a satisfying, gratifying pursuit for everyone involved!
Well ... except for the girls, of course; there’s something about heart-stopping horror and sustained suffering that makes the lessons less attractive to the students than to the teachers.
The four of us – Steve, Tom, Ed, and Vic (that’s me) – hung out together a lot from grade school on; back in junior high we put our initials together and called ourselves the Society To Eradicate Virginity, and by graduation we had done a pretty respectable job of achieving that objective. We drifted apart when we all went off to different universities, but now we were all fresh out of college, starting our careers in entry-level (meaning low paying) jobs back in our home town, so we revived the name, mostly out of nostalgia; we didn’t pass girls back and forth like in earlier days – we lived in different parts of the city and rarely saw one another except for stag get-togethers every month or so, where we compared notes and drank beer.
The new STEV didn’t really expect to find any virgins, or even care whether we did; we sure as hell would take one, but our true goal was ravaging tight, slick cunts, not popping pink pussy plugs – been there, done plenty of that. What with school loans to repay, apartments to furnish, and car payments, we weren’t exactly rolling in dough; a $200 night out on the town to get into some babe’s pants wasn’t in the budget, at least not as often as we wished. So, we all focused on dating girls fresh out of high school, clerks and secretaries who didn’t yet realize how much more money men older than us, especially married ones, would lavish on a pretty young girl who had a good body and flaunted it.
These girls felt like princesses if you simply took them to dinner anywhere that wasn’t a drive-through; most of their salaries went for rent, and the rest for skanky outfits. Since few of them were old enough to get into clubs, the most you’d spend besides dinner at TGI Friday’s or Ruby Tuesday’s was maybe $20 for a movie. Afterwards, since these kids weren’t real drinkers but guzzled to seem worldly to the ‘older men’ they were with, a little cheap wine at your place bought a lot of fucking! It was a rare girl who didn’t drop her panties on the first date, so we were living great lives – plenty of fresh young pussy without killer credit card bills.
For a couple of months I had been dating Kim, a cute little chick with a great rack and long blonde hair. She wasn’t anything special to me, just another pretty teenager running wild; I’d been fucking her a couple nights a week for a while (had to keep some time free for other girls), and she was turning into a pretty good piece of ass and not a bad cocksucker. A little booze not only made Kim giggly, it also made her really cream her panties – I ran into her one night at a party, fed her two drinks, and fucked her in a conveniently unoccupied bedroom – I didn’t even have to take her home that night!
The Friday night before this STEV meeting, I took Kim to a reunion with some of my old fraternity brothers from the U. I introduced the blonde teen to some of the brothers, then sneaked off for an hour or so, catching up privately with Nancy, a sexy redhead I dated in college who was dating a brother. When I returned to the main party room afterwards, I spotted Kim off in a dark corner, glassy-eyed and slumped in a chair; she saw me and staggered into the ladies’ room. I figured one of my so-called brothers had already had at least his finger up her hot little cunt, and probably his dick; a few drinks turn these young girls into fuck bunnies, and they’ll screw any older guy who flatters her. I was furious at Kim, but I didn’t let my suspicion or anger show; I just took her straight home – not to my place – and didn’t even stop to fuck her on the way. I didn’t tell her why, just made some excuse about being too wasted; I was fuming inside, but I decided that getting revenge would be more satisfying than getting mad. I hadn’t got sloppy seconds from Nancy, and I wasn’t going to have the evening totally ruined by Kim.
It’s not that I mind sharing a girlfriend or taking sloppy seconds – hell, in the old days of STEV, sometimes it was full-to-the-brim fourths! The point is, the guy decides whether he’s willing to dip his prick in a honeypot full of another dude’s cum; it’s downright uppity for a girl to preempt that choice – some days you want a nice, fresh cunt all to yourself, and some guys you don’t want to get that friendly with. I couldn’t let any girl diss me like that and get away with it; I intended to teach my young blonde girlfriend a lesson, as soon as possible. A couple of nights later I called for a gathering of STEV, and we devised a bodacious scheme to teach Kim what happened to naughty girls who humiliated a guy.
The following Friday we put our plan into action. Like most careless young girls, Kim had her mind on things other than her surroundings when she hopped in her car after work; on this particular night, she had worked until 9:00, and her inattention would prove a serious mistake. For my buddies and me, it would provide a night of phenomenal pleasure!
Ed was huddled behind Kim’s seat in the dark parking lot, and when the petite blonde set her purse on the passenger seat and slid behind the wheel, he rose and clamped his hard hand over her mouth, immobilizing her against the seat back. “Make a sound and I’ll snap yer neck like a twig, honey,” he growled in the phony redneck drawl my friends all affected during this adventure. “Jist sit still.”
The terrified young girl choked back a sob, but tears poured from her usually bright blue eyes, dampening her tight red sweater. With his free hand Ed slipped a blindfold over Kim’s eyes and adjusted it to block her vision completely; I knew from experience that not a single ray of light would penetrate. In a moment Steve opened the front door and easily shoved the young girl over the seats into the back, where Ed immediately cuffed her hands behind her and pushed her onto the floor. I slid behind the wheel and drove Kim’s car out of the parking lot; it wouldn’t matter if her boyfriend’s prints were in her car. Tom followed in his van, which he named the Fuck Truck because of the way he had customized it; it had everything from a full-size mattress to rings for fastening restraints, as well as very good soundproofing. During summer vacations he and I had used it several times for ‘double dipper’ dates; those did not involve ice cream, as most of the girls somehow expected – it meant fucking our dates, often drunk, side by side on the shared mattress, then trading places and doing the other one, usually a couple of times each. We both agreed it was a real turn-on to watch another guy fuck your girlfriend, when you swapped her; it wasn’t at all like she was cheating – more like she was doing a sort of dance with your buddy, to entertain you both. For our current escapade we had also stocked the van with lots of tools and toys – gags and blindfolds, ropes, straps, paddles, clamps, cameras ... with all those handy, this adventure should be delightfully entertaining.
In a few minutes I clicked the remote opener and both vehicles pulled into my garage. It took only a minute for the guys to manhandle my frantic girlfriend from her car to the van and to gag her; Ed forced a rubber ball with a two inch projection shaped like the head of a cock into her mouth, then fastened the straps around her head. I had purchased it myself and all four of us had jerked off onto it after the STEV planning session; I loved Kim’s horrified reaction when Ed stuck the cum crusted rubber dick into her mouth, chortling, “Suck on that there rubber dickie awhile, ya blonde bitch, git ya in practice fer real ‘uns later.” Ed dragged the struggling young girl into the Fuck Truck and threw her down on the mattress, and I took the wheel of Kim’s car again. Both car and van pulled out and drove to a nearby municipal garage, where I parked her car and got in the back of the van with Steve, Ed, and the luscious teen. I wanted to see everything, and we figured that if I didn’t speak, the terrorized young girl would never know I was there.
Tom pulled out and headed for our playhouse – a remote lakeside cabin – and Ed and Steve wasted no time getting to work on Kim’s punishment. “Well, well, guys, we shore got us a nice piece a tail here!” Ed said, easily restraining the squirming girl’s wrists with one hand as he flipped on the interior lights. “Lemme jist git her hooked up afore we git on with the fun!”
Ed pushed Kim onto her back and shoved a pillow under her lush ass; then with Steve holding the young blonde down, he tied my squealing girlfriend’s limbs to rings in the side of the van with nylon straps. Even though she was still fully dressed in a soft red sweater and tight black slacks, my cock grew two sizes just seeing her lying helpless, all splayed out, with two of my horny buddies crouched over her delicious body like starving wolves eyeing a fallen fawn. Her clothes were so tight and disarranged that they emphasized, rather than obscured, her alluring carnal charms; in her current position Kim’s quivering 36C tits looked like mounds of custard topped with gumdrops, and the inviting furrow between her legs formed a lascivious cameltoe.
“Ya gonna take that gag off her now?” Steve asked impatiently. “Hearin’ ‘em howl makes a guy’s dick lots harder!”
“Yeah, I think we jist got on the Interstate, so with the paddin’ on the walls, ain’t nobody outside gonna hear,” Ed said slowly. “Do it – I wanna get this party started now.”
Ed removed the gag and said, “Girl, I wanta talk ta ya, and I don’t know who ya are.” Turning to Steve, he said, “Check her purse.”
“What – what are you going to ... to do to me? Please, just let me go!” the pretty teenager begged in a thin, frightened voice. “I want to go home! You can have my money, I don’t care!”
Steve said, “Driver’s license says Kim Haymew, turned eighteen jist two months ago. Pitcher looks like her, so the license’s real.” He sat on the mattress near the girl’s hips and stroked her taut thighs, slowly running his big hand from one knee up along her inner thigh to her cameltoe, then down to the other knee, where he reversed his path. Kim screeched at Steve’s first touch but couldn’t twist from his grasp; from the first time he reached her love triangle and rubbed it, snickering “Pat the pussy!”, she was whining non-stop.
“Please don’t do that!” Kim cried over and over. “Don’t touch me, please just let me go!”
Kneeling at the other side of the frightened drugstore clerk, Ed played with Kim’s jugs, kneading them forcefully, then pinched the peaks until she howled in pain. “Jist hadda see iffen them purty titties’re real, honey,” Ed said, leering at the shrieking girl. “Ya oughta try ‘em too, Stevie.” He proved that Steve was right: as the van filled with Kim’s shrill squeals, my cock turned to solid steel!
“No, no, please don’t touch me there!” Kim pleaded. “Let me go home now!” It was very satisfying to hear her begging while my buddies completely ignored her words.
Ed released his death grip on Kim’s boobs, which were immediately seized just as firmly by Steve; he began rolling them under her tight sweater, one clockwise, the other opposite. The sight of the little blonde girl, trussed up and defenseless, with no one except her jubilant tormentors to hear her cries of despair and pain, brought me close to cumming! Ed laughed at her howls and said, “Honey, you jist let it all out – I love when a gal fights ‘n’ hollers, specially ya young uns!”
“Please ... please don’t hurt me!” Kim raved, wriggling violently. “Why won’t you let me go, what are you going to do?”
In reply Ed pressed his thick finger deep into her cleft and slid it along Kim’s intimate crevice, pressing forcefully enough to make the girl gasp and try to jerk away from his rough probing. After a few strokes he eased the pressure but continued to stroke the length of her narrow girl slit. “We’re gonna have us a real good time tonight, sweet thing,” Ed muttered. “I sure do love ‘em young – jist ain’t nothin’ I like better’n a blonde teenager with a tight twat ta ream out!”
Kim was crying steadily now, but through her sobs she cried, “Oh, no, please! Don’t – don’t …” The rest was drowned out by her sobbing.
Ed paused a moment to catch his breath before continuing. “Ya call yaself Kim, but we’re gonna call ya Quim, ‘cause that’s what ya are ta us. Guess you ain’t never had a boyfriend what made ya behave, probly ya jist hang with some pansy?”
Kim said, “No, no, my boyfriend isn’t ...” before Ed cut her off.
“I seen ya shaking them big boobs and wigglin’ ya cute little ass at ever’ guy comes inta Walgreen’s, then actin’ all innocent an’ mad when they hit on ya. Ya jist a cockteaser, ain’t ya? We gonna learn ya ta behave right.” There was, of course, no truth to Ed’s assertion about how she was targeted – none of the other guys ever had, or would, visit that store. The description of her behavior was pretty accurate, though – that was how I had first noticed her, long before the party where I fucked her.
“Oh, please, I’m not ... what you called me! I’m a nice girl!” Kim whispered, licking her dry lips. “I wouldn’t ever ...”
“Ya are a purty little thing, Quim,” Ed sneered, talking over her words. “But ya ain’t too bright, even fer a dumb blonde. Iffen ya ain’t a cockteaser, I guess ya spread your legs for ever’ guy comes on ta ya, huh? An’ that makes ya a slut, don’t it?”
My cock sprang up like a missile ready to launch, and just about as rampant – I was rabid to see my cheating little girlfriend fucked and defiled by a bunch of men, over and over! I’ve never personally done what you could really call raped a girl, but I’ve sure outwrestled a lot of them. Girls pretend that they don’t like sex and that ‘nice girls’ only give up a piece as an incomparable reward for your doing things that please them; ‘make me happy and you might make me’ is the watchword they all live by. The truth is, girls can cum a hundred, maybe a thousand, times a day – show me the man who can! – and when left to their own inclinations, they fuck like alley cats; check out Mardi Gras or any spring break for firsthand confirmation. But they stick to their myth to get attention and gifts from men, in addition to getting laid only when they feel like it. Controlling access to her cunt is the source of a girl’s near omnipotence over men, so a guy needs to ignore what she says she wants and give her what you know she actually wants.
“No, no!” the Kim whimpered, shaking her head from side to side in reply to Ed’s accusation. “That’s not what I mean! I ...”
Ignoring her response again, Ed said, “We’re gonna have all kindsa fun makin’ ya inta a righteous slut, girl, ‘stead of a amateur. After tonight ya ain’t never gonna lead some dude on, an’ not flop fer him – ya probly won’t never even cross yer legs agin.” He chuckled and added, “That’s what ya like, lotsa big hard dicks up your tight little twat, ain’t it? Bet ya been like that ever since ya got fuzz on yer pussy.”
“No, no!” Kim moaned brokenly, between bursts of sobbing. “I swear I’m not like that! Just let me go home! Please!”
We all learn early that screwing a girl is a lot better when she fights to keep her panties on, then after you get those off, still battles to keep your cock out of her honey pot; in fact, the best fucks are war from the first tit squeeze to the final drop of cum you squirt into her precious treasure box. It’s a matter of first proving that she is totally helpless, that you can do whatever you want to her – and then actually doing whatever you want to her. So you overpower her, strip her bare-ass naked, drive your prick right up to the hilt into her obstinate twat, and pump her tight little cooze full of hot, gooey cum; fucking a girl that way always makes my cock swell up an extra size and my balls spew like Old Faithful, especially if she fights and cries even while you’re socking it to her! That’s exactly how seeing Kim tied up and tormented by my buds hit me. My dick was rock hard and getting bigger by the second; I really wanted Ed and Steve to do whatever they felt like to my cute young girlfriend, right away.
While Ed was talking to Kim and toying with her pussy, Steve let go of my frightened girlfriend’s gyrating tits, moved beside her head and bit her earlobe hard enough to make her shriek at the sudden pain. Steve ran his big wet tongue over the teen’s soft, teary cheek, then said, “She’s a real salty one, bro, jist how I like girls what I eat!” Steve squeezed one of Kim’s jugs tightly enough that her bawling intensified, and I saw a fresh stream of wetness leaking from the bottom of the blindfold. “Plenty of white meat on this here little chick!” Steve said triumphantly, mashing and twisting her boob; Kim’s chest heaved as she sobbed hysterically, sounds that were as exciting as having my balls licked: my dick was so hard and swollen it was about to tear through my jeans, and the evening had barely started!