THE REQUITAL By: Racecar (With a little help from a friend) Jim watched in disgust as Beth ran her hand along the inside of Paul's thigh. He had seen, and had been a victim of, Beth's flirtations before. She had gained quite a reputation as a cock-tease while in high-school and it was obvious she hadn't changed any since those days. Always suggesting, always inviting, never following through. As he watched her, he could understand why men would go crazy over her. Her face, while not what you would call beautiful, had a sultry, sexy look. Her "come hither" eyes shouted "Take me. I'm yours." whenever they would look directly at her victim. She had a way about her. Like now. As she reached over from her chair and began patting Paul's thigh, her breasts were almost hanging out of her low cut dress. Her brightly colored lips were wet and slightly parted as she looked up at Paul. Occasionally, her tongue would dart from between those lips and slip in and out a few times. A quick glance at Paul's crotch confirmed that he had fallen for her game. Jim couldn't blame him. Hell, he was just watching the action and he was as hard as a rock. "I bet I know what you really like." Beth said, smiling up at Paul. She enjoyed flirting. It was fun. Not that she'd ever actually get involved beyond the flirting, mind you. Her sex life with Dan was fine. Oh, one might call it predictable, but then what married couple's sex life isn't predictable after a couple of years. At times she would wonder about different things and maybe fantasize about different situations, but she didn't think she would ever be able to go through with anything like that. She definitely couldn't bring them up in front of Dan. His conservative upbringing would not allow him to discuss anything sexual that wasn't "normal". No, the flirting was the fun for her. Just knowing she was having an effect on a guy was enough for her - especially if the guy's wife or girlfriend were present. She loved it. She prided herself on her ability to bring sex, and her flirtations, into any conversation going on. It was what she did best. Jim looked over at Pat, Paul's wife, and shrugged his shoulders. She smiled back at him, but he could tell she was annoyed with Beth. He smiled back, nodding his head and rolling his eyes towards Beth's direction. They both laughed silently. The get together had been Beth's idea. She invited them - Jim, Bob, Paul and Pat - over for a night of drinks and chat with her and her husband, Dan. They all, excepting Dan, had been friends in high school and had drifted apart over the 5 years since graduation. Paul and Pat had been school sweethearts and married just last year. Jim and Bob had not yet met their "Miss Right". To this point, the evening had gone well. They were all, excepting Dan again, having a great time talking about their high school years and the good times they had shared. Dan, on the other hand, had been left out of the conversation and, in an effort to feel more at ease, gulped down Canadian Club and soda until he passed out. He laid on the floor, against the wall, out of harms way. As Beth continued her flirting with Paul, Pat became more and more irritated. It was obvious Paul was enjoying Beth's attention. His laughing and teasing back played right into her hands. Finally, Pat could not take any more. She uncrossed her legs and stood up. "Anyone need another drink?" She asked, waving her empty glass in the air. The group unanimously responded in the affirmative, all reaching for their glasses. "I'll give you hand with that, Pat." Bob got up and started to gather the glasses from the tables. "Yeah, I will, too." Jim chimed. "No reason to disturb the others." His sarcasm was met with knowing smiles from Bob and Pat as they headed towards the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Pat started rinsing the glasses. Jim filled them with ice as she passed them to him. Bob stood by and watched, waiting to help carry them back to the living room. "Do you believe that bitch?" Pat said, breaking the ice about the events taking place in the other room. "Of all the fucking nerve. I mean trying to make out with my husband while I'm sitting right there watching. That takes balls." "Relax." Jim tried to comfort her. "You remember Beth from school. Always teasing, never coming across." He almost bit his tongue when he finished the last sentence. Pat was one of those girls who ALWAYS came across. No matter what the circumstance, Pat was ready. He remembered going to the prom with Betty, sneaking out to an empty classroom with Pat for a quickie and then returning to end the evening with Betty. He recalled Pat and her date, Stan, leaving early that night, and then noticing the car they had come in rocking violently in the parking lot when he left some time later. Yes, Pat certainly "came across". "Yeah, but she needs to be taught a lesson. Sometimes cock teasing gets you something you didn't bargain for." Pat was getting noticeably more agitated as she spoke. "You know what I'd like to see? I like to see her made to fuck the two of you while I watched. Maybe even have her lick my cookie while I helped you guys out!" "Whoa! I'll second that!" Bob laughed as he twirled around the kitchen in a dance miming sexual intercourse. "Me, too!" Jim smiled. "But aren't we forgetting something. For one thing, this is her house. Secondly, the law just might consider it rape and thirdly, I don't think Paul would go along with it." "Fuck the house!" Pat snapped as she slammed a glass down on the counter. "I don't give a shit whose house it is. And fuck the law. I don't think she'd have the guts to call the police. Not when there's three witnesses who swear it never happened, that she must have imagined the whole thing in her drunken stupor. As for Paul, I'll take care of him." She grabbed the bottle of Canadian Club and poured it into the glass until there was only a little space left. To this she added a touch of club soda then held up to concoction to admire and for all to see. "Are you with me, or are you guys going to wimp out on this?" Jim looked over at Bob. For a moment, he was frightened about what Pat was suggesting. Then he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? How about you, Bob? You in?" "Hell, let's go for it. I've been dying to get even with her ever since the 11th grade when she left me with a case of blue balls that lasted a week." Bob held his drink up towards the other two in a salute. Pat and Jim responded by clinking their glasses together with his, taking a swallow and gathering up the other two glasses. Before leaving the kitchen, Pat grabbed Beth's Jim Beam and Coke from the counter and spilled half of it out into the sink, refilling the glass with straight Jim Beam. "I'm ready!" she announced and proceeded to lead the way back into the living room. Once the group had returned to the living room, the mood seemed to change. Jim and Bob started a little flirting of their own - directed at Beth, of course. Beth reveled in it. She was getting off being the center of attention for three young men. She began to flirt with all of them now. Sexual innuendoes, a well timed incident involving letting her breast almost fall out of her dress as she picked up a speck of lint off the floor, the rather obvious grope when she grabbed Bob's thigh to "help balance herself" when she straightened up, the stories of past dates they had and the petting in the back seat. Everything seemed to be going her way. Pat, meanwhile, said nothing. She was playing waitress for the quartet, all the while thinking of what lay ahead for Beth. She spent the rest of the evening drinking straight 7-up and was careful not to let Jim and Bob drink too much while, at the same time, never letting Paul's glass sit too long without chiding him into drinking up before she ran to the kitchen to refill it with generous portions of booze. She started to take it a little easy on Beth's drinks once she saw her getting woozy. "No," she thought, "I want her awake and aware enough to remember this night." Finally, mercifully, Paul passed out. Pat giggled as he looked at her strangely, closed his eyes and fell backwards, rolling off the couch onto the floor. Jim and Bob looked at Paul lying there then up at Pat. A smile followed by a quick wink from the "mastermind" started the plan in motion. Jim grabbed Paul's legs and dragged him over next to Dan. He looked at the two and chuckled as he thought of how this whole scene resembled a movie he once saw where the guests at a party were poisoned, one by one, and their b odies stacked up in a corner of the room. The rest of the guests, unaware of what was going on, continued drinking and laughing as each body was hauled away. He wiped his hands together and headed towards the sofa to sit next to Beth. "Come here, Baby. Let's have a little fun?" Jim said as he grabbed Beth and pulled her head to his, locking their lips together. His tongue forced its way passed her lips and was exploring her mouth. For an instant, Beth pushed against Jim's chest with her hands. Once his tongue entered her mouth, however, she couldn't find the will to resist and flung her arms around him, drawing him closer to her. Her tongue met his then darted out of her mouth into his and together the two tongues searched every nook and cranny of each other's mouths. She felt another pair of hands begin straightening her legs then tugging on the waistband of her panty hose. A third set of hands was now unbuttoning her dress. In shock, she sat straight up. "What ... What are you doing? Just what the hell is going on here?" She started to flail her arms and legs in an effort to free herself from their grasp. "Take is easy, Beth. The boys are just going to have a little fun. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Pat answered in a sarcastic tone of voice, a smile on her face. Beth attempted to struggle some more, but Bob's grip on her legs and Jim's arms around hers were to much for her to defend against. "This is RAPE, you know! You'll never get away with this! I'll call the police! I'll have the three of you thrown in jail for this!" Her reaction drew a loud laugh from Pat. She looked down at the frightened girl and was amazed at how good it made her feel to finally get even with her after all these years. "Oh, now. I wouldn't call it rape. Call it `repayment of promises past due'. Besides, do you really think the police would believe the story of one, rather drunk, woman against the story of three perfectly sober people, including another woman whose husband is passed out next to yours? Relax, Beth. Enjoy it. You've been taunting everyone with stories of how hot you are. Now it's time to prove it. I think a good gang bang is just what you need." "Dan ... Dan will believe me. He knows I wouldn't do anything like this. You'll ...." Beth's cries were cut short by another of Pat's laughs. "Dan? Give me a break." Pat spoke between clenched teeth. "That husband of yours is so naive he thinks the Earth shits ice cream cones. Once we all tell him how you were in high school and how you initiated everything tonight, once he passed out, I'm sure he'll see it happened just like we said. Besides, I'm sure he's seen your little flirtations before. He probably already suspects that something is going on behind his back. Now, you can do this our way - nice and easy, or you can continue to fight us - and maybe get a little banged up. Either way, we are going to have our fun. The choice is yours." Tears started forming in Beth's eyes as she began to sob. Her body slumped back down into the sofa and she felt Jim's lips on hers again, his tongue trying to force its way between her closed lips. "Lighten up, Beth." Jim whispered in her ear. "An opportunity to have group sex while your husband is passed out in the same room will probably only happen once in your lifetime. Enjoy it. You never know, you might like it." Beth listened to Jim's soft words. She would like to believe him. Like to be sure she would enjoy it. It just wasn't in her. All her life she had been the one in control of the situation. Now she was the submissive one. She found it difficult to accept her new role, but knew she had little choice. She parted her lips slowly and felt Jim's tongue enter while the other's hands were busy removing her clothing. She cried softly now, still frightened, still unable to accept her position. As the tongue continued its roaming of her mouth, she felt the coolness of the evening air against her skin. She was naked now. Naked for everyone to see. Humiliated. How could this happen to her? She only wanted to have a little fun. Boys should expect that kind of flirting from girls. It never bothered anyone before. "Why me?" she sobbed to herself. Jim lifted himself off Beth and stood admiring her naked body. Her plump, firm breasts hung over her sides as she lay on her back. Her ass had "ripened" well, but still was as firm as he remembered them to be in high school. He saw Bob hastily removing his clothes and decided he'd do the same. As he unbuckled his pants, he looked down at Beth again. She was looking straight up at him. "Beth, you sure have a nice body. Better now than in school. But what I like best about you is your mouth. I never realized it before tonight, but your mouth is made for lovin'." Beth looked up in horror as Jim stood naked above her, holding his penis in his hand and aiming it directly at her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream, but found the large cock shoved into it before a sound could escape. Jim had both hands on her head and was pumping his pelvis hard against her head. She felt her legs being lifted high into the air and looked to see Pat holding them up, a smile on her face. Instantly she felt another cock at her vagina. She closed her eyes as Bob entered her. She had not been ready for this and the insertion of Bob's cock into her dry vagina caused her to jerk away against the pain. Pat's firm hands on her ankles prevented her escape and Bob kept pumping away between her legs as Jim pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. She don't know why, but she felt herself getting excited. Her body was beginning to lubricate her vagina and the probing organ began to feel good. She felt ashamed and confused that she would actually feel this way while being raped. She couldn't help it. Her body acted independently of her mind and started to react favorably to the situation. Just as Beth's body was beginning to respond to the activities of the two penises servicing her, she felt her mouth fill up with semen, followed by the frantic pumping and twitching of the cock buried in her vagina, which was about to spill forth its load of semen. She let her body go limp at the limp cocks withdrew their position. She heard Jim, Bob and Pat talking to one another. After a few moments of silence, she felt herself being turned over onto her stomach. A few seconds later, she felt her buttocks being spread apart and another stiff cock poised at her anus. She jerked forward, frightened at the thought of anal sex. She had never had anything stuck in there before and was scared to death. She attempted to force her way off the table but was held back by Bob's hands on the back of her neck and the weight of Pat's body as it straddled hers and sat down on her waist. She heard Pat giggling and twisted her head around so see what was happening. She saw Pat lean her head over, towards her open buttocks, and then felt the saliva land directly on her anus. Jim's finger began to rub it around the rim, playing with the opening as it circled. The finger was soon taken away and was replaced by the unmistakable touch of a cock. She closed her eyes and prepared for the inevitable pain which would follow. As the Penis forced its way into her, she opened her mouth and screamed. Bob's hand grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head up high. Her scream was suddenly replaced by Bob's erect cock. She felt it jab into her mouth and shoot for the back of her throat, like a missile being launched at an enemy target. Beth started crying again. Not so much because of the pain, although the cock working in and out of her ass was painful, but more so because of her helplessness. As she sucked the cock being pumped in and out of her mouth, she could taste her own juices still covering it. She began to get excited once again. The pain in her ass was beginning to feel better - not lesser, but better. It was a "good pain". She felt her body giving in once more. Her hips started to buck and her head started to work the penis in her mouth on its own. Out the corner of her eyes she saw Pat sitting on her back, spreading her buttocks and watching Jim's cock violate her most sacred hole. It excited her further. Her orgasm was coming. She could feel it. She reached under her stomach with her hand and inserted a finger into her vagina. It felt good. She heard Pat and Jim laugh and she knew they were laughing at her playing with herself. She didn't care. She had to come. The sperm now filling her mouth brought her to a frenzy as her hips bucked violently and her hand pumped into her pussy frantically. She felt Jim coming and she began to come at the same time. The orgasm wracked her body and caused it to convulse with extreme pleasure. It had been the most intense orgasm of her life. When she came back down from her high, she opened her eyes and saw her assailants standing around and staring at her. She didn't care any longer. She let her finger slip out of her pussy and closed her eyes again. "Oh no you don't." Pat said as she grabbed Beth by the hair and pulled her head up. "You're not through yet, Bitch. Turn her over guys." The room seemed to spin as Beth's body was roughly rolled over onto her back again. When she was able to focus her eyes, she saw Pat standing above her, her legs straddling her head. Beth looked and saw that Pat had removed her underwear and skirt and was standing there nude from the waist down. All of a sudden it dawned on her what she was expected to do next. She stared up at Pat and began to cry loudly. "NO! Please not that, Pat. Please. I can't do that. Not that, please. PLEASE." Beth's tears only served to excite Pat further. She had fantasized about what it would feel like to have another woman lick her. She was beyond the point of no return now. Now she was about to find out what it felt like. "Shut up and start licking!" Pat spat out at the sobbing Beth. "Please Pat, don't make me do this. I can't, Pat. Not to another woman. I'll get sick. Please. Anything but that. Please" Beth clasped her hands together in a praying posture. Her prayers would not be answered tonight, however. "Did you hear me? I said `start licking' If you don't start licking my cunt right now, I'm gonna piss all over your face. Believe me, with what I've had to drink tonight, I'll piss so much it'll run up your nose, into your mouth and all over your carpet. Now, if you don't want that to happen, START LICKING MY CUNT!" Beth remained still, staring up at the vagina above her. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Suddenly she saw a dribble start to fall from between Pat's legs and land on her forehead. "No, No. all right, I'll do it." Beth cried out as she quickly lifted her head off the table and buried her mouth into Pat's vagina. Her tongue flicked out and began to frantically lick the musky object over her. She heard Pat laugh and the boys gasp as she worked her tongue. She was totally humiliated. She could never erase this shame from her mind. She licked feverishly, hoping to appease Pat and get the night over with. The more she licked, the more she became aroused. The smell of Pat's vagina and the thought of her forced submission was causing her to react in a manner that had become all to familiar to her by now. She cried as she licked, feeling sorry for herself and the predicament she had gotten into. She cried outwardly and consciously, but inwardly, she reveled in her new found sexuality. She felt Pat begin to grind her pussy harder and harder into her face and knew that the moment would soon be at hand when Pat would have her orgasm and she would be left alone. She worked her tongue harder and harder to bring Pat's orgasm on quicker. Within moments it happened. The onslaught of feminine fluids and the easing of Pat's gyrations told her that Pat had finally come. She relaxed, slowing her tonguing gradually to stop. She saw Pat straighten her legs and remove her vagina from her mouth. Relief. From out of nowhere she felt her cheeks being squeezed together, forcing her lips to part. She opened her eyes to see Pat looking directly into them. "Very good. Very good, indeed." Pat was saying. "You make a great whore. But I have a little something for you, just to let you know what you missed" Once again Beth saw the vagina near her misshapen mouth. Her eyes widened and she started to struggle when she noticed the small stream of urine emerging from Pat's twat and directed at her mouth. She felt the urine splash against her lips and teeth, trickling into her mouth and across her tongue as it dribbled down the back of her throat. She tried to spit it out, but Pat stopped the flow and put her hand on Beth's chin, effectively holding her mouth closed. "Swallow!" Pat ordered. Beth swallowed. She felt sick to her stomach and began to cry. When Pat moved from her position above her face, Beth put her hands over her eyes and began sobbing hysterically. "Stay put!" Pat ordered her again as she went back into the kitchen. Jim and Bob watched the whole scene without saying a word or moving a muscle. Now they looked at the defeated Beth lying there. In a way, they both felt sorry for her. Sure, they had wanted to get back at her for the way she had treated them earlier in life, but now they began to think they had gone to far. Pat returned to the room carrying a fresh drink in her hand. She held it out to Beth. "Here. Drink this." Once more her tone was demanding. "What is it?" Beth asked, afraid of what the answer might be. "Jim Beam and Coke, just what you've been drinking all night. I swear." Pat watched as Beth grabbed the glass from her hand and guzzled it down without stopping for a breath. She chuckled to herself. Once again, Beth had unknowingly played into her hands. She took the empty glass and went back into the kitchen, returning with the same glass filled up to the brim. She handed it back to Beth. "No, thanks." Beth politely refused. "I've had enough." "DRINK IT!" Beth took the glass and put it to her lips. She was already feeling dopey from drinking the first one down so fast. It wasn't that she was thirsty, she just wanted to wash her mouth out. She would have drunk kerosene after what she just had poured into her. Reluctantly she started drinking, mindful of Pat standing over her waiting for the empty glass. When finished, she handed the glass back to Pat who again refilled it and handed it to her. She needed no orders this time. She took the glass and drank it down as fast as she could. This time, Pat just put the empty glass down on the end table and watched her. Within a few minutes, Beth felt her head begin to spin wildly. She looked at the ceiling light turning above her then finally going off, leaving her in darkness. "She's out cold." Jim said to Pat. "Why the hell did you do that?" "I have plans." Pat replied. "Jim get that empty bottle of Jim Beam from the kitchen. Bob, you get that stick of pepperoni from the fridge. I'll be right back." Pat hurried out to her car. Jim and Bob looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, then did as Pat had requested. Pat returned holding a small leather case in her hand. "Okay, let's get started." She said. Beth stared at the large manila envelope as she carried back into the house from the mail box. She looked at the return address and shuddered when she recognized the address as Pat's. She had not seen nor heard from her since that night 3 weeks ago. Once inside, she tore the envelope open and pulled the contents out. Her knees buckled and she had to sit down when she looked the photos that had come inside. The first photo was a shot of her naked, lying between Paul and Dan's unconscious bodies. Her one hand held a bottle of Jim Beam to her lips, while the other had a tight grip on Paul's limp penis. The next photo was of her lying on her stomach, her head turned toward Dan. This time her hand was wrapped around a stick of pepperoni that was inserted halfway into her ass. The rest of the photos followed the same theme. All were pictures of her, naked, in various lewd poses. All showed Paul and Dan lying next to her. At the bottom of the stack of photos was a hand written sheet. She read it. Dear Beth, We are having a party in your honor. Many of your old boy friends, and the girls they broke up with to date you, will be there. It's at my house, Friday at 7:00. If you don't want Dan to see copies of these pictures, be there promptly. Pat, Jim & Bob p.s Dress is optional. You won't be wearing one once you arrive, anyhow. She crossed her arms over the photos she had laid on the table and placed her head on top of them. She started to cry. As she thought about what she would have to do at this party the tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the table. She noticed her pelvis start to grind and her vagina becoming damp. She cried harder.