Vengeance
Pt. 2
Brian arrived in
Brian took a deep breath and dialed Christy’s number, then nervously
tapped his fingers on the bedside nightstand as the phone began to ring.
What the hell was he going to say? Brian tried to recall his college days,
and the things he said that wooed Lindsey, but that was so long ago. Damn,
he should have practiced first. Christy’s secretary answered the phone,
and informed him that Mrs. McLauren was presently
out of her office. “No, I don’t have an appointment. This is a
personal call, my name is Brian Kinney.” he said. “Please have
Mrs. McLauren telephone me at The Plaza Chicago
some time today.” Brian hung up the phone, now all he had to do was
wait.
With Brian away for the week, now was a good time to talk to someone about
the rape. Justin thought about calling Daphne, and getting in touch with
one of the counselors that her mother had recommended, but quickly changed
his mind. Everyone, especially Daphne and Jennifer were waiting for yet another
reason to bash Brian. The last thing Justin needed to admit was that he had
indeed been raped by the trick that Brian brought home. Any
other time Justin would have called and talked to Tony, but not this
time. It didn’t take much to send Justin’s former lover
off the deep end when it came to Brian. In fact the only times Justin had
seen Tony completely loose it was when it came to Brian. Justin could still
see the psychotic look in Tony’s eyes when he aimed his gun at Brian’s
head. It was only the grace of God that caused Brian to
collapse, otherwise Justin was certain that Tony
would have shot him dead. No, Justin did not want to get Tony fired up again,
still he needed to speak with someone. The troubled young man decided to
seek counsel from someone that he knew would not judge him, but most certainly
understand his situation. Justin finished his classes for the day,
then went to see reverend Tom
Butterfield.
Reverend Tom leaned back in the big leather chair of his church study. He
crossed his legs, and folded his arms, as he listened to his former
one-night-stand. Justin was surprised at how easy it was to talk to the man
he, and Brian had picked up at the baths. He told reverend Tom about Kevin,
and the cowboy, about his relationship with Brian, how they met, and how
they had come to be a couple. Reverend Tom waited until the young man was
finished. He uncrossed his legs, and leaned forward, resting his elbows on
his desk. “First let me say this Justin.” he began. “Considering
the circumstances that we met, I’m very humbled that you would consider
me as your confidant.”
“You’re still a minister aren’t you?” Justin reminded
him.
“Yes I am.” reverend Tom smiled. “Justin what happened to
you was very unfortunate, but it wasn’t your fault.” he began.
“You did what you thought was the best thing that you could do at the
time to protect someone that you loved.”
“If it wasn’t my fault, then why can’t I stop having these
nightmares?” Justin asked.
“Justin could it be that deep down you believe that you deserved it?”
reverend Tom asked gently. “It’s been driven into our heads by
a heterosexual society to believe that God doesn’t love
homosexuals, that we’re such an abomination
in his eyes, so far from him that we deserve the worst that can happen to
us. That’s so far from the truth Justin. God gave us, just like he gave
heterosexuals the same divine gift, the ability to love, and be loved. That
Justin is the essence of every man, straight or gay, it’s what bonds
us to God, and separates us from the beast in the field.”
Justin listened as reverend Tom continued.
“It’s not you who should be suffering Justin. The man with so much
hate in his heart that he took it out on you is the one who bears that shame.
He’s the one who’s the abomination in God’s eyes, and deserving
of whatever vengeance that God has planned for him, because rest assured
Justin that kind of cruelty does not go unpunished.” Reverend Tom reached
his hands across the desk. “Do you believe in prayer Justin?” he
asked.
“I use to.” Justin said.
“Then give me your hands. We’ll pray together for your peace of
mind, and God’s mercy on the man who made the mistake of hurting someone
as kind, and loving as you.”
The last thing on Brian’s mind was mercy, and
forgiveness as he waited for Christy McLauren.
Luckily It hadn’t taken much wooing on
Brian’s part to entice Kevin’s wife. Their telephone conversation
had been brief. Brian soon found out that Christy
McLauren was hardly the virgin mother Kevin had
touted her to be. Indeed Christy was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted,
and she made no bones about wanting Brian.
She arranged their liaison at a Holiday Inn near the airport, far away from
her circle of upscale friends. Brian’s taxi arrived first. He took a
booth in the bar, and ordered a double Jack Daniels. Christy appeared only
moments later. Like the award winning add-man he was, Brian sized up his
client as she walked through the door. He watched as Christy tossed her shoulder
length blonde hair, and brushed away the snow that had lightly dusted her
fur coat. She immediately spotted him, and began walking his way. Brian studied
the look in Christy’s eyes, the stride in her walk, and general demeanor.
This was definitely not going to be the cake-walk that he had anticipated.
Brian downed the last of his drink, and stood to meet her. “Good afternoon
Mrs. McLauren.” he said.
Christy extend her hand. “Welcome to Chicago
Mr. Kinney, and please call me Christy.” she smiled.
Brian returned the pleasantries, then assisted his
guest with her wrap. Underneath the expensive mink pelts was a black sheath
dress that accentuated Christy’s well
preserved, and fashionably thin figure. Brian watched
as she slid into the booth allowing the high slit on her dress to reveal
a healthy portion of thigh. “What are you drinking.” he
asked.
“I’ll have a martini, stirred with three olives.” Christy
said.
Brian ordered a refill of his drink, and the drink for his guest. “You
can tell a lot about a man by what he drinks.” Christy said.
“Is that right?”
“Absolutely. Most men tend to gravitate to
drinks that are similar to themselves. Take for example your Jack Daniels,
smooth textured going down the throat, sweet to
the taste, with a stiff bite.” Christy flirted.
Brian smiled, and batted his hazel eyes. “I suppose your martini tells
a lot about you, potent, classic, stirred, but not shaken.” he flirted
back.
The older woman took a sip of her drink. Brian watched as she took the tiny
plastic toothpick that held the three olives, and slid it into her mouth.
Christy looked into Brian’s eyes, and slowly pulled it out again, leaving
the olives intact as she rolled her tongue around them. Brian looked at the
lipstick stain on her glass, that matched her manicured
nails. His eyes traced the outline of her lips, the hollow of her throat,
then down to her sculptured bosom. Brian could feel his dick retracting like
a frightened turtle as he watched the silicone mounds rise, and fall with
each breath she took. “Are you enjoying what you see?” Christy
smiled.
“Yes, very much.” Brian lied like a
politician. Jesus Christ, how the fuck was he going to get through this?
He wasn’t a horny college kid anymore, and Christy was a far cry
from a young Lindsey. With any luck Christy would have to be home before
dinner. Given enough liquor, and dim lights surely Brian could manage to
get through an hour, maybe two. “What time do you have to be home?”
he asked.
“Kevin won’t be home before six, he goes to the gym every night
after work.” Christy looked at her watch. “That gives us roughly
four hours. Is that enough time for you sweetheart?” she
asked.
“More than enough time.” Brian said, with
every pun intended.
Brian wrote their room number on Christy’s paper napkin, paid the tab,
then took the elevator to the third floor. Christy
would allow a discrete amount of time before joining him. Brian stepped inside
the modestly decorated room, and leaned back against the door. Fuck, he was
in way over his head this time. How the hell was he going to pull this off?
Brian looked at his watch, and prayed that Christy would take her time coming
to the room. Like a Green Beret commando preparing for battle, he needed
time to psych himself up.
Justin’s lover reminded himself of the purpose of his mission. For the
thousandth time Brian visualized a battered Justin standing at the top of
Tony’s staircase. He willed his arms to recall the feel of Justin’s
trembling as Kevin conducted his assault over, and over again in his baby’s
nightmares. Brian forced his mind to playback Justin’s pleas for Kevin
to stop, and the contempt in the cowboy’s voice as he described an act
so brutal that he was forced to flee. That son-of-a-bitch Kevin had hurt
his baby, and Brian was determined to take his queen.
The nervous soldier spun around when he heard Christy’s tap on the door.
Brian loosened his tie, took a deep breath, and welcomed his guest inside.
Christy was barely through the door when she flung her fur onto the bed,
and wrapped her arms around his neck. Brian snaked his arms around
Christy’s waist. She wasn’t much smaller than Justin, maybe if
he closed his eyes. Brian closed his eyes, and leaned in for a kiss, but
the fantasy quickly ended when Christy’s breasts pressed against his
chest. Christ this was terrible, he could feel his dick running for cover.
Brian peeled her arms from around his neck, and gently pushed her
away.
“What’s the matter honey?” Christy asked.
“I don’t like to move too fast, I prefer to take my time.”
Brian edged his way out of that one. He needed another strategy, and he needed
to come up with it fast.
“Very well.” Christy said. She raised
her dress just high enough to reveal the lace trim at the top of her stocking,
and the black hooks of her garter belt. Brian watched as Christy placed her
right foot on the edge of the bed, and slowly slid the silky nylon down her
leg. She did the same for her left leg, then wiggled out of her garter, before
turning her back to Brian, and holding her hair
high on top of her head. “Will you help me with my
zipper?” she asked. Brian’s hands shook as he reached for the zipper,
and carefully pulled it down. The black dress fell to the floor like a pool
around her ankles. “And now my bra.” Christy
further requested.
Brian undid the three hooks, and watched as Christy turned around to face
him. His eyes trailed the length of her body. Christ, she didn’t look
anything like Lindsey. Christy was as thin as a supermodel. Except for an
obvious breast enhancement, she had very few curves to speak of. The older
woman’s hips were far too slender, and her ass was as flat as a board.
Her pelvic, and collarbones protruded, and you could actually count each
of her ribs. Was this what hetero males called attractive? Indeed Brian had
seen better figures on ten year old boys.
“Well?” Christy smiled.
Flattery, he was suppose to say something flattering
now. “Very nice.” Brian nearly choked
on his lie. It was now painfully obvious that there was nothing about Christy
to arouse him physically, and there wasn’t enough liquor in
a Appalachian moonshine distillery to trick his
mind into believing that Christy was Justin. Brian would have to rely on
his skills as a sexual tactician. After all, how hard could it be? He remembered
roughly where everything was, all he had to do was zero in on
them.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” Christy
asked.
“In due time angel, but right now it’s all about you.” Brian
obligated himself, as his dick sent out clear message. “Oh
hell no, keep it away from me!” It warned,
and retracted into his belly even further.
Again Brian wrapped his arms around Christy’s waist, and pulled her
in for a kiss, this time sliding his tongue past her stained red lips, and
deep inside her mouth. Christy responded in kind, thrusting her tongue forward
to meet his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and one leg around his
back. The hungry vixen immediately went to work on Brian’s tie, pulling
it from his collar, and tossing it to the floor. She then pushed his jacket
from his shoulders, and tossed it aside as well. “Shit!” Brian
cursed to himself as he felt the buttons of his designer shirt fly. This
was horrible, he couldn’t concentrate like this,
Christy was moving too fast. Brian needed to regain
control, and he needed to regain it now. Out of sheer desperation he lifted
Christy from the floor, and flung her onto the bed.
The sudden move that was intended to slow her down only served to
excited her more. Christy reached up, and pulled
Brian down on top of her. “That’s it tiger, I like it rough.”
she growled.
Christy devoured his neck with lipstick kisses, as Brian struggled to free
himself from the slender legs that were now locked tightly around his waist.
In an attempted to back away, Brian inadvertently pulled both of their bodies
to the edge of the bed. His knees had made it to the floor, and he was about
to stand up, when Christy suddenly released her grip. “Oh, I know what
you want.” she smiled.
Brian held his breath and watched as Christy slowly spread her legs like
a butterfly’s wings. This was it. “Oh hell no,
get it away from me!” His dick cried out, but Brian was way past
the point of no return now. He positioned himself on the floor between her
legs, and carefully spread the pink lips apart. Brian knew that a woman’s
clit was the center of her pleasure, and if memory served him right.....There
it was, right where he remembered it. Brian touched the tiny rosebud with
the tip of his index finger.
“Oooooh yes.”
Christy confirmed his recollections.
A light suddenly popped on in Brian’s brain. If a man’s dick was
the center of his pleasure, and a woman’s clit was the equivalent of
a dick, what if he was to consider Christy’s clit as the world’s
smallest dick? It was certainly worth a try. Brian retracted the tiny foreskin
with his fingers, and kissed the exposed little button. He darted his tongue
across it, up and down it, and around it’s
tiny little head, until it stood up like a taut little raisin. Christy moaned
her approval, and rolled her crotch against his mouth. She ran her fingers
through Brian’s hair, up across her belly, then on to the nipples of
her breasts. “Ohh God, you’re going to
make me cum.” she moaned.
Brian could feel his dick coming to his rescue, as his ego began to take
over. How foolish of him to think that he couldn’t get the job done.
Be it man or woman, Brian Kinney can satisfy anyone. “Don’t
come yet.” he said. Brian flipped Kevin’s
wife onto her belly, and pulled her up onto all fours. He dipped his middle
finger deep inside her weeping pussy, then gently
transferred the wet digit into her ass. Christy melted under the strange
new sensations, and backed her ass up for more. “Do you like that?”
he whispered.
“Umm, yes.” she sighed.
“Hold still angel, I’m going to fuck you in your ass.” he
said.
Apparently Kevin had been far less creative with his wife than he was with
his tricks. After years of the missionary position with her husband, and
numerous liaisons that had become equally as boring Christy was starving
for something new. The older woman’s heart pounded, as Brian quickly
removed his clothes. She looked around, and watched with anticipation as
he ripped the condom foil with his teeth, and rolled it onto his cock with
one smooth stroke. Brian squirted a liberal amount of water base lube along
her tight little hole, then held her narrow hip with one hand, and guided
his cock with the other. “Ooooh!” Christy
gasped at the unexpected pain of penetration, but soon relaxed when Brian
reached around between her legs to once again play with his new found friend.
He teased the little marble, gently rolling it with his finger as she took
him inch by glorious inch. “Oooooh fuck
yeah!” Christy growled, and Brian began to move. Hell yeah, he was in
his element now.
Christy cried out with each thrust of his hips, taunting her young lover,
she begged for more. The sizzling vixen reached underneath, and began to
finger herself, as the ass-master continued to work his miracles.
In and out with long smooth strokes, with a few quick ones
thrown in for good measure. Brian suddenly changed positions, sitting
back on his legs, he pulled Christy onto his lap.
“Come on, fuck me angel.” he grunted.
Christy leaned her back against Brian’s chest. She closed his eyes,
and allowed Brian to guide her hips as she slid her ass up and down his cock.
“Ooooh yeah, fuck me daddy!” she moaned.
Brian momentarily forgot where he was when he heard his baby’s words.
He opened his eyes, and saw Christy’s blonde hair bouncing against his
face. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy.” He called back to
him/her.
“I’m cumming daddy.”
Justin’s....er....Christy’s squeals of
pleasure had reached a high pitch level.
“Come on baby!” Brian pulled her down hard onto his cock one final
time before releasing his load into the well used condom.
The exhausted couple laid quietly in their cheap hotel room listening to
the sounds of the couple fucking next door. Brian took a long drag from his
cigarette, and exhaled rings of smoke into the air. “What time is it?”
Christy stretched, and yawned.
Brian looked at his watch. “It’s almost eleven, we should be
going.” he said.
Christy snuggled close to her young lover’s chest, and stroked her hand
down Brian’s belly. “You are fantastic.” she purred. “No
one has ever fucked me like that. Where ever did you learn that?” she
asked.
“I had a good teacher.” Brian smiled.
“I think I may have to teach that to Kevin.” Christy
grinned.
“By all means, please do.” Brian agreed.
“How long will you be in town?” she asked.
“I’ll be here until Friday.”
“Will you be free tomorrow?”
“My time is your time angel. Same time, same place.” Brian
smiled.
NEXT WEEK: FS3 Cliffhanger begins with the author’s
pick of the season:
The Deepest Brown Eyes, part 1
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