‘If I’m a whore, shouldn’t you be fucking me?’ I asked, challenging her. A serious look returned to her lips and I could feel her tense. There...was a fire in her eyes. I took her hand and pressed her fingers into her own vagina. Her body convulsed and sweat broke out on her forehead as she came. Suddenly, I threw her leg out from under her and watched her smack against the ground with a painful thud. I scurried up her body, clawing, and punched her as hard as I could—right in her beautiful face.. . but mostly the blonde. A sensation ofexcitement coursed through my chest in a way that I hadn't felt in awhile. It was as though she was in my mind and taking up residence. Itwas certainly a better image than my frumpy girlfriend, or a betterthought than the chewing out I was going to get for being late. But itwasn't quite the same as a happy fantasy. No, it felt like somethingmore. Something I couldn't quite place. Kind of like an infatuation orperhaps an obsession, but different.It. I was pleased when her asshole gaped nicely after my fingers were with withdrawn, but not content I continued fingering her anus and with plenty of lube applied started twisting and churning the three fingers into her bumhole. In the end it gaped magnificently and of course her cunt below was still a gaping swollen mass. I had one or two more tricks that I wanted to finish her off with. I got out a big vibrator – one with really strong vibrations and one that also had a clit stimulator. She was wearing a pretty robe that I had seen her wearing several times through her and Tim’s bedroom window. Their bedroom is just a few yards away from my bedroom, and I’d watched them enjoy what I thought was really wild and furious sex several times. I wondered if they knew I could see them and were putting on a show for me to enjoy. Whether they knew or not, I enjoyed jerking off while watching them. Heather walked up to me, smiled, winked, and asked, “Are you ready”? I answered simply by.