Revenge

by

Ashtyn & Cathy Sí

 

The smell of her feet was maddening! The heels had been simply sitting there out side his door. He knew what it meant…they were for him. Not a gift, but a torment. She was allowing him to experience the perfection that was hers. She was forcing him into this moment of experience. Tactile sensation, a treat for his nose, she was granting him an event for his miserable existence.

Harry reveled in her scent. She had obviously been doing something strenuous in the 4" platform sandals that caused her perfect feet to emit a stronger-than-usual odor that lingered for his scarred, crooked old nose to detect and relish. Perhaps she had even worn them as she spread her perfect legs for that brutish boyfriend of hers. She had purposely left her door open so often when she knew he could see them rutting on the floor. He knew firsthand she loved to fuck him with her heels on.

She might even know that he was stroking his numbed cock with one shoe between his mutilated legs and the other close by his cheek. A thin stream of drool slipped down his chin as he spasmed again with the memory of her heels clicking on the corridor outside his door every night. His penis jerked at the vision of her perfect feet rising and falling in the open heel of her bright red 6" fuck-me heels as she sashayed by him in the basement laundry. She knew he watched as her ass cheeks lifted and swayed to the beat of her heels. Once she had even turned and smiled a cold smile as their eyes locked with his. Oh yes! She knew what she was doing to him and SHE LOVED IT!!!!!

At this thought, his over abused, wrinkled prick jumped one last time and a tiny stream of thin liquid spurted onto the shoe clenched between his thighs. Harry stared at the puny discharge and quickly wiped it away clutching both shoes to his cheeks, rocking gently, his body began to shake with his sobs.

 

Maria felt Tommy’s cock swell and she squeezed her legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper inside. She thought, not of her sweating hunky boyfriend pounding her pussy, but of the old man in the next apartment. Lately, her mind had begun to wander during their lovemaking and she found that the little things she did to spice up poor old Harry’s life helped make her orgasms more real and intense. She imagined him lying pathetic in his dark smelly apartment licking her smelly shoes and her body reacted with a thrilling rush of emotion. She wondered if he even realized she had peed on those shoes before leaving them blatantly outside his door. Tommy would buy her more…perhaps she should start leaving her hose in his mailbox! Her nipples stiffened at the thought! Maybe have Tommy cream on the next pair!

These thoughts had increasingly crept into her consciousness lately when she was with Tommy. She wondered if it meant she was losing interest in Tommy. Or did it simply mean she needed to take him in a different direction. She certainly had to admit that the old man was taking up more than his share of room in her fantasies lately, much more than Tommy was. The need for sex was greater than ever, but the need for increasingly bizarre experiences had taken hold of her and she had led Tommy through strange acts of exhibitionism that she never thought he would agree to. But he had agreed…he would agree to anything for her. Even now, he was wearing her bra, hose and garters as he fucked her. He had moaned and whined but in the end, he had done it and the size of his woody as she put the silky nylon on him had not escaped her notice, either. Tomorrow she would need to find a new way to let the old man watch her and Tommy fuck…she just had to!

"He must be going crazy," she laughed.

"What baby?" said Tommy?

"Oh nothing bunny, I was just wondering if you were enjoying my cute little bra and if you would like to wear my panties too?

By way of answer, she could feel Tommy’s cock begin to spurt hot cream inside her.

"OOOOOO darling," she said in a husky, chiding voice. " I guess you like wearing my undies…"

Tommy simply grunted into her neck and collapsed.

 

It was always after dark when Harry went out these days. His job as super in the apartment building kept him busy but the meager wages did not keep him well nourished. The steep stairs were becoming more difficult to negotiate as his club-footed condition worsened with age. His body had been treated harshly by life and he often dreamed of his youth when he had been a perfect physical specimen. Lithe and lean, swift afoot and agile as a cat. This train or thought always brought him back to the incident that changed everything. He recalled his youthful arrogance, his brutal taunting and vile abuse of the raggedy old woman in the park just because his friends were watching. Big man…so smug and sure of himself…

The old woman had a strange twinkle in her eye that day…and he remembers her fixing her one good eye upon him and the world had gone cold. Everything had disappeared but her, her evil eye, and her crooked finger with the long yellowed nail pointing at his legs and the crackling of her voice as she laughed at him. He remembered being surprised that none of his friends had seen any of this or even remembered the old woman.

The next day he had begun to feel strange and by the end of the week, his legs had begun to shrivel and weaken to the point he needed crutches to get around.

The doctors were mystified and tested for everything, but in the end, all they could do was prescribe therapy and leg braces and his bright shining youth was over. His girlfriend, Rita, had stood by him out of love or pity for almost a year, but in the end he had driven her away and had begun his lifelong descent into misery. Ever since that day, he had become totally obsessed with the beauty of other people’s legs and especially feet. The more perfect they were, the more he was drawn to them. Women with their bare legs, open shoes, sexily painted toenails caused him extreme anguish. Even as he lusted after them, he understood his desire to worship had become the pointand the focus of his world. Moreover, Maria was the worst…or was she the best?

He ventured out into the cool late-afternoon air of early autumn to plunder the dumpsters of the city. He preferred collecting cans just as the sun was setting. The radiant glow of the sun cast his scrounging in a better light. This was how he subsidized his vices. Collecting cans for the deposit and sometimes finding things to help furnish his apartment. Last month he had found a shoe catalogue and an old red low-heeled pump someone had thrown out. He had masturbated on the pages until the book would not open anymore and he had slept with the garbage-encrusted shoe in his arms until Maria had blessed him with her shoes.

Tonight he found himself drawn to the park where so many years ago he had abused the old woman and sealed his miserable fate. He had not heard any sound, rummaging through the barrel and finding a goldmine of Pepsi cans to add to his growing pile in the nearby shopping cart. When he finally looked up, he noticed that the birds were clustered around him…on the ground, on the wires and in the trees overhead and they were chittering and screeching to raise the dead! The noise reached ear-splitting heights and then just stopped! Nothing but silence. No car horns, no buses grinding by, nothing!

He turned slowly on his aching broken foot and saw her watching him. At first, he didn’t recognize her, as she was young and pretty in a dark, gothic way. Then her eye fixed upon him, she raised her finger, and he knew it was she.

"What do you want witch?" Harry said in a tired, exasperated tone. " You have already done all the damage to me you possibly can. HAH! Do you think there is anything you can do to me now that I might fear?"

She cocked her head and saw that this was true. For a moment, she simply stood and stared and then she started to speak. Harry could hear her words clearly but realized that her lips were not moving.

"I have been much troubled by the way I treated you since that day many years ago," she said.

"Even though you were cruel and thoughtless in your actions, I behaved as badly as you by causing you a lifetime of pain and suffering. I share in any guilt you had because of this. This form that stands before you is only a momentary shape that I might lay claim to. For me to become young again I must lift the curse I laid upon you so many years ago, but you must help me."

Harry wondered at the nature of this moment. Had a cruel and sadistic god sent her back to torture him again with promises of hope.

"In order to undo what was done, a sacrifice is necessary, " her words continued. "Someone must take the place of the one who was wronged. You must find me someone who deserves this fate even more than you did long ago in order for the change to occur. That person must know what is happening and be able to refuse. If you can find such a person and get them to hold this as you hold the other side then you will pass the curse to them and occupy the other’s life."

His attention was drawn away from her face and words as he noticed her feet, clad in bright pink open-toed slippers that sparkled and shone with their own inner light. Her feet, it seemed, did not quite touch the sidewalk and she seemed to move without walking. He felt his loins stir in his unclean pants at the sight of these beautiful perfect feet and suddenly he thought of Maria.

With that, the beautiful young woman handed him a piece of curved bone that resembled a penis with a head on either end.

"You must feed upon the life-force of one another through this. It contains the seed of life and death. To grasp its meat is to know another’s life. It is both just and evil…use it well"

The bone in his had felt cold, hard and lifeless it seemed like nothing so much as another dead thing in his life, yet he put it inside his shirt. The woman smiled at him in a thin, sympathetic way.

"I stole from you your life and youth because you misused them. I give them back to you now. My slate is clean. Any sin is all yours from now on." She smiled again and it turned into beaming, reverberating laughter and she grew small and darkened until she became another of the starlings gathered around him on the ground. With a squawk, they leaped into the air as one and flew into the night. He could still hear the echo of her laughter long after they were gone.

 

Tommy was not very happy with the way things were going. Sure, he was getting plenty of nookie with Maria. She was easily the horniest woman he had ever met and had a fabulous body. She was even kinda kinky wearing her heels to bed and wanting to do it in public. He even thought he could talk her into a threesome with another chick someday if he played his cards right. But lately she was getting pretty pushy. Today she wanted him to wear her underwear while they made it! He had to admit it did turn him on and he had always wanted to dress up in women’s panties and stuff, but she was seeing him in a light he wasn’t really comfortable in. She made him feel like he was a spare part, an accessory like mud flaps on a car. Maybe more like a stick shift with the way she worked his cock over. Gawd she was just such a fox and so damn good in bed!

Then there was that business with the old fuck in the next apartment. From the first time she had Tommy over she had talked about this guy like he was her pervert father or something. Harry has to see us do it, she’d say or lets fuck against that wall so Harry will hear! Now she is buggin me for new shoes cuz she left her old ones outside Harry’s door for him to jerkoff over! Next thing you know she is gonna invite him in to play with us!

Tommy was uneasy with Harry and didn’t much care for the way he looked at Maria, nor the way she looked at Harry. Tommy didn’t feel good about himself for the many little acts of personal terrorism that the two of them perpetrated against Harry either. Great pussy or not, Tommy was going to draw the line soon or find himself a new squeeze.

"Ok, here’s what we are gonna do tomorrow morning," she said. "After Harry cleans the laundry room we are going down there and ride the spin cycle. I can’t wait to see you in my lavender bra and pantie set with the matching heels and the motion from the washer should really be great! I want you to cum in my panties for me and we will leave them in Harry’s mailbox for him to find. When we are sure he has them, I want you to fuck me right up against his door! Won’t that be fun, bunny?"

"Yeah great." Said Tommy unenthusiastically.

"What’s the matter? Don’t you want to fuck me anymore?"

"Oh yeah sure babe," he said sheepishly.

"Well what’s the matter then?"

Tommy couldn’t control himself anymore. He allowed his emotions to boil over and he started pacing and yelling.

"Ah, shit baby it’s all this stuff with the old guy!"

"Harry?" she said.

"Yeah…Harry! Everything we do has to have something to do with Harry! It’s getting so it feels he is right there in bed with us"

"Oh Tommy don’t be silly…"

"I mean it…I am tired of fucking with him all the time!"

"Maybe it’s me your tired of," she screamed." Maybe you don’t love me anymore! Why don’t you just go home Tommy and play with yourself?"

"Well maybe I will!" he screamed back stalking through the door and slamming it behind him.

"Your gonna be sorry Tommy…Don’t think I am just gonna spread my legs for you anytime you call, asshole!" she screamed this last as she hurled her shoe at the door and Tommy’s departing back.

 

Maria stood trembling with fury, staring at her empty shoe lying next to the door. She began pacing the room stilting back in forth on one unshod foot mumbling fiercely to herself. After a few minutes of this she heard the unmistakable clump of Harry’s feet on the stairs.

"This is all his fault," she thought. "I am going to make him pay, the old pervert!"

Quickly she found her tightest red dress and threw it on without bothering with underwear. She slipped on her highest red matching platform heels and touched up her lipstick. Her eyes needed a quick fix and she brushed some rouge on her cheeks. She smiled into the mirror next to the door and her stunning good looks smiled back turning into a sultry kiss. She knew he would not be able to resist her. He would probably cream right on the spot when she knocked on his door. She was going to treat him to a show and make him crawl, and then she would laugh in his face and walk away.

Maria clacked out her door and over to Harry’s. She knocked loudly and then began a thorough inspection of her nails. When the door didn’t open right away she banged louder and yelled his name.

She thought she could hear a shuffling beyond the door, then the click of the latch and the door swung open. She disregarded the darkness inside and strutted her best stuff into his apartment. The door swung shut behind her.

 

Tommy got about four blocks away, striding at a fast pace, when his inner argument with Maria began to lose its steam and the feel of his dick sliding around in her panties started to make him horny again. His steps slowed and finally he ground to a stop. He paced back and forth for a few steps, fishing inside his pocket for a cigarette he leaned against the building smoking and fuming. He told himself that soon she’d come running after him. That a stud like him didn’t walk in the door every day and she would soon realize that and her love for him (or his cock) would soon have her chasing after him begging for forgiveness.

"That’s what it will take," he thought out loud. "She is gonna have to beg me to come back." A few passersby stared at him with a look of amusement and continued past.

Even as he said it Tommy knew it was a hollow boast. No one had ever turned him on like Maria and he was already missing her. The thought of going a whole day with out her was frightening. Tommy decided he would be magnanimous when she did run after him. He would show her he was sensitive and caring and would forgive her almost right away. He could almost hear the violins playing as he imagined kissing her under the streetlamp and carrying her, laughing and happy back to his apartment where he would prove himself to be the man for her, treating her with tenderness and love. He would take her out for a fine dinner and afterwards they would make love in a bed, like normal people, and sleep in each other’s arms. In the morning, they would wake together and she would realize that he was the man for her for life.

Tommy finished his cigarette and looked back up the street for Maria’s distraught, agonized form running after him but saw only cars and a few straggling pedestrians late for dinner. Annoyed, he plucked another cigarette from the pack and lit it with distaste. He wasn’t usually a chain smoker and added this to the growing list of sins Maria had caused him to commit in the name of love. With half-hearted resolve he decided to give her until he finished the cigarette. She was not the type, after all, to rush out of the house without fixing her hair and makeup first. Tommy laughed at that. He could picture her hastily brushing her hair and fussing about her closet looking for the perfect outfit to wear to lure him back. She would probably want to do her nails and take a shower first too. He would give her a little more time…

Three cigarettes later, after alternating bouts of anger and anguish towards Maria, Tommy had had enough. It was time to go back and face her. He had resolved to make it or break it. She had to know he loved her, but that things had to change or they were through. Tommy was after all, a proud man with lots of prospects. She was great but not the only fish in the sea.

He ground the cigarette into the little pile of butts at his feet and started walking slowly back towards Maria’s apartment. In the apartment windows lining the streets he could see lights coming on for the evening and families gathering together for dinner and companionship and the glow from those windows lighted his way.

 

Maria stood with her hands on hips, her angry eyes bright enough to light the room like headlamps. She noted with disgust the dismal contents of the room as she probed for Harry in the dimness. She saw through an alcove a pile of garbage bags in the back corner like debris from a rockslide barricading the back door, spilling into the kitchen. She smelled moist fur and rug. A taste of something oily was on her tongue.

A fringed, shaded lamp flicked to life on her right - the dim light momentarily dazzling her. Harry sat in a crooked chair covered with a dingy blanket. She idly noticed dust bunnies swirling around his feet as he rose to look her in the eye. It seemed to Maria that Harry was somehow taller than she remembered or maybe just less bent and broken than usual. Whatever, she was really planning to break him down tonight and this would be the last time he ever dared look her in the eye.

 

"I have just about had it with you, you old pervert!" she screamed into his weathered face.

"What have I done to anger you Miss?" said Harry.

"You know what you’ve done…Sneaking around…peering in windows and doors…I see you have even stolen my shoes!" she pointed at the cum-stained platforms lying beside Harry’s modest bed. " I am going to see to it you are locked up with the other deviants for what you’ve done!"

"Have you some particular problem you wish to talk about Miss?" Harry intoned in a bored sounding voice.

Her hand lashed out and slashed him across the cheek.

"You know what you’ve done. My boyfriend is gone and it’s all your fault. Now I am going to make you pay…."

"Sit down please, Maria," Harry said licking a drop of blood from the corner of his lip. His face twisted into a wicked smile as he shoved her backward onto a low couch. Maria landed with an off-balance plunk that raised dust around her. Her feet flew into the air as she broke through the ancient springs. She found she was stuck, bent almost double in a most undignified position with her but firmly wedged with her legs off the floor and her skirt wide. She had a moment to regret not bothering to put on panties before rushing over here and now her pussy was on display for Harry’s admiring gaze. She looked stunned at his audacity and found it was her feet and not her pussy that had captured Harry’s attention.

 

"Help me up asshole," she screamed. "HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME…YOU ARE GONNA DIE DO YOU HEAR ME!!!"

Harry stepped closer and ran his hands down her leg to her feet. His gnarled old fingers gently eased the strap off her heel and cradled her tiny foot like a baby in his hands. He bent to kiss her toes and she lashed out…kicking him in the nose.

 

"Why did you really come over here," he asked?

"I told you!"

"No this isn’t about any of that," Harry said softly.

"OH then why don’t you tell me why I am here trapped by a filthy pervert in his apartment or would you like to save it for the police?"

"CUT THE CRAP!" he yelled suddenly silencing her.

She looked at him closely now for the first time. Maria noticed the lines of care around his eyes and saw some of the strength from his youth. She realized that she had lost the advantage and was probably at his mercy right now. She needed to stall whatever he was thinking until she could find a way to regain the advantage. She needed a weapon.

"OK," she said. "I admit it. I came her to humiliate you and make you squirm before I have you tossed out of here like the piece of shit baggage you are."

"You have a very low opinion of me."

"DUUUUH"

"Why are you so fascinated by me then?

"Me? Fascinated by you??? You are in a dream world buster.

"Then why do you seek to harm me, to torment me at ever turn, to show yourself to me even now…?"

Maria noticed she still had her legs spread wide, her cunt open and staring like a great eye at this man.

"You do not act like a woman who is shy and demure around me. You are a tramp and you gain some pleasure from my grief, " he said forcefully. "You are nothing but a cheap whore."

Maria was shocked by this comment and couldn’t think of what to do. She closed her legs and spit at him.

"Would you like me to help you out of that seat," he asked?

"Yes, idiot."

"Then I must touch you to do so. You must give me your hand and allow me to help you."

"I wouldn’t touch you if I was dying and you were ……"

"Then maybe I should take advantage or this situation?"

"If you touch me I’ll scream"

"Okay, I will not touch you. I have a solution. Grasp the end of this stick and I will pull you out."

She looked at him suspiciously. Then she eyed the stick like it was a serpent waiting to bite her hand. Hesitantly, she reached out her hand…

 

Tommy was halfway up the steps of Maria’s building when he decided he was making a fool of himself. What if she was still pissed at him and wouldn’t let him in? What am I talking about…of course she would let him in. She would probably make him squirm a little first, he thought. It would help her ease her pride if Tommy were the bad guy who came crawling, hat-in-hand to her. She would make him stand outside the door and suffer for a few minutes and when she thought he had paid enough dues she would let him and, they would kiss passionately and then fuck like bunnies on the floor. Hell, Tommy would even fuck her in the hallway outside the old bastard’s door if it would make her happy. He just hoped nobody would come along and see him in her underwear.

He started back up the stairs and pushed the door to the foyer open. He pushed the button for apartment 17 in his own recognizable; "shave and a haircut" style, and waited for her voice to announce how mad she was at him. After a few moments he rang again, just simple push of the button this time. He waited what seemed like minutes and leaned on the buzzer. From somewhere inside the building he could hear a screaming woman. Now he heard what sounded like a man’s shout followed by more screams then silence. Tommy was beginning to worry and he rapidly pushed all the buttons on the wall hoping someone would buzz him in. Nothing happened for a few moments and he rattled the locked entry door in frustration. The lock clicked and the door swung open almost spilling Tommy to the floor, but he recovered and rushed inside. Tommy’s feet flew two at a time up the short flight of stairs to the second floor. He pulled open the fire door and rushed down the corridor to 17. It was locked and he pounded and yelled for Maria. He stood close to the door listening for any sound inside and pounded again. An ear-piecing scream erupted from the apartment 19, next door. It took a moment for Tommy to register the scream as Maria’s voice but then it seemed to mingle with the sobbing of a man. It took another moment to realize it was coming from Harry’s apartment!

Tommy stared blankly at Maria’s door, then turned to look at Harry’s. He twisted around to see if anyone was coming out to check on the screams. Dimly, he heard several locks being thrown on the doors in the hall. They were probably used to Maria’s screams by now, he thought. The two of them had done it in the hall enough and Maria wasn’t the quiet shy type when Tommy was giving it to her.

He edged across the space to Harry’s door, uncertain if he had really heard Maria or if it had been something else, some trick of his imagination. He cocked his ear to Harry door and listened for any sound….

 

Maria felt like all the blood was running out of her, down her arm into the stick that Harry had offered her. She felt like she was being drained! And Harry wasn’t pulling her out like he had promised. He was just standing there with his tongue hanging out staring at her laughing! She tried to speak but her lips wouldn’t form words and her tongue was thick and dry, heavy in her mouth. She tried to let go of the stick by her hand wouldn’t obey her mind and she could only sit and watch and feel all the energy draining away. She thought that this must be some trick with electricity or something that Harry was pulling on her, but she suddenly realized that it was affecting him too!

Harry’s feet seemed to be changing as his hair stood on end and his eyes rolled back into his head. HIS FEET!!! His ugly broken distorted beautiful feet! Why did She think that his feet were beautiful?

But they were!

She suddenly realized that Harry had the most beautiful feet she had ever seen!

They were astounding! Wonderful! She found her mouth was beginning to water at the sight of his brightly painted toes. The color was just like her favorite shade. The toes so delicate and soft… rounded arches and delicious heels. She wanted to touch them. Put her dick right between them…they were exquisite! Wait a minute, I don’t have a dick! But she couldn’t take her eyes off her…

And now she was noticing Harry’s legs. The were soooooo beautiful and slender. There wasn’t a hair on them either, just the way she loved them. It occurred to her that Harry was naked! When had he taken his clothes off? And he wasn’t just naked…he was a woman!!! Maria could see Harry had a fine downy bush of neatly trimmed hair framing thick, engorged pussy lips. She wondered why she had never noticed how beautiful Harry was before? And Harry’s ass!!! It was the most amazing, softly rounded bottom on the planet. She could sit on my lap anytime, she thought. Her waist was trim and her belly was hard with pronounced abs. Her cute little navel sat low, just above her bush like a lidless eye above her beautiful cunt. Harry’s breasts were small but suckable and the moisture returned to Maria’s mouth as she stared at her wondrous swollen nipples. Around her neck she wore two fine gold chains with a fragile figure suspended from one. It looked very similar to the St. Christopher her mother had given her as a girl. A shoulder-length shock of soft, dark, hair framed her face. And her tiny ears had audacious gold hoops dangling halfway to her smooth white shoulders. Yes Maria was a sexy, beautiful girl!

Something was wrong! Did I just call her Maria? I am Maria! As she watched, Harry opened his eyes and stared back at her. He dropped the stick from his/her hand. A wide smile came over him as he ran his hands over his new body. He gasped and clutched at himself as his hands discovered his new, sensitive breasts and pussy.

Maria looked down at her own feet for the first time and saw to her horror that they were old and misshapened. She began to feel pain coursing throughout her body and agony centered in her feet and legs. She screamed in tortured fear with the last of her female voice and as she wailed the note and timber of her yells changed to more masculine, deeper grunts and plaintive sobs.

Off to her left the front door of Harry’s apartment erupted open with a splintering crash. Tommy fell into the room and rolled to his feet, crouched and ready to attack. He glared around the room and saw Maria standing naked and fearful on one side and Harry sitting on the couch. It took a split second to realize that Harry was stuck in the broken bottom of the couch. Tommy couldn’t quite put together what had happened here but he knew his woman was in trouble and he had to rescue her. Harry turned his face towards Tommy and he seemed to plead for understanding.

Tommy couldn’t believe what he was seeing! Maria was naked in front of this sicko and she was obviously enjoying it. She was staring at Tommy and licking her lips with anticipation. Harry looked like he was totally getting off on this little scene. What should I do, he thought. As if reading his mind, Maria swayed across the floor and wrapped her arms and legs around him. She clung to him like the most irresistible of jungle vines. Her hands scraped across his hard chest and through his groin. She rubbed herself up and down his body in a way that seemed somehow different to him from the way she usually moved. But he had to admit it was having an effect on him. The old man, still stuck in the couch groaned at the sight. It sounded more like a painful expression than one of pleasure. Tommy stared into Harry’s eyes…there was something about them…something familiar. They didn’t match the face; the body…there was a deep sensuality smoldering in them that snatched at the corner of his mind. Maria noticed them staring at each other and climbed around Tommy to kiss him, hard on the lips. Her tongue probed and snaked through his mouth more feverishly and clumsy than ever before. Her hands cupped his balls and squeezed until he felt pain.

"I want you to fuck me right here and now Tommy," Maria breathed into his ear. "Lets show this old fuck how real people act. Take me now Tommy I need your big cock in my cunt…"

"Noooooooo…. MINE," screamed Harry from the couch. Tommy felt a moment’s pity for the old man, but the pressure that was building inside him was too strong to deny. He needed Maria, badly. Perhaps she was right. This was the time to show Harry once and for all what this was all about and after tonight they would just leave him alone.

Harry was bucking and straining to pull himself free. Maria bent to pick up her shoes. She wiggled her ass at Tommy and looked back over her shoulder, showing him where she wanted it. Bent over, she put her shoes on Harry’s face, in his lap. She slapped him across the lips with a spiked heel and Harry snapped at it with his mouth. His hands flew in the air after her. He reached for her and pulled her to him. His teeth bared in a vicious, animal snarl. She broke free and slapped him again with a shoe. She lifted one foot and kicked him squarely in the nose. Blood began to flow but he was obviously enraptured by her foot and he reached for her again.

Tommy was fumbling with his pants around his ankles. Maria’s pink panties poled around his stiff cock as he shuffled forward to grab Maria’s hips. Tommy couldn’t decide whether to fuck her as she fought with Harry or to drag her to the floor. He could see that she was wild with lust as Harry had captured a foot and was sucking on her toes. Maria writhed and moaned.

"Suck my toes you sick cunt," she screamed at Harry. "That’s it, lick me like they’re candy you perverted bitch!"

Harry, blood streaming from his nose and stuck, helpless in the couch, complied.

 

Maria and Harry were acting as if Tommy didn’t even exist. They were in a world of their own and he was only a voyeur to their passion play. He had to do something to end this little scene and reclaim her for his own. To show her who was the man around here…Tommy looked down at himself. His lower parts sheathed in pink sissy panties and black silk hose. He felt he was changing into something else. That she had transformed him against his will into something less than a man. As he watched, his cock jumped and precum began to stain his panties.

Tommy was losing it. The feeling was unbelievable! He was cumming with nobody even touching him. He looked up to see Harry grinning at him. He had noticed the stain begin to spread across the sissy pants Tommy wore. Harry, even as he grasped at Maria’s body was laughing at him. Tommy’s cock jumped again. Maria noticed too. A sly smile spread across her wet lips and she reached for Tommy. She grabbed him by his stiff cock and pulled him, ankles trapped together over closer to Harry. She began rubbing his cock through the panties, Her other hand slid up his silky thigh to his bum and she roughly shoved a finer into his anus. Maria pulled the panties under his balls and pointed his cock at Harry’s face. The finger in his tight, virgin rectum shoved and probed and it was more than Tommy could stand. Long streams of cum erupted from his cock, flying into Harry’s face. It landed all over his eyes and lips and Harry’s tongue snaked out to lap it up much the way Maria often did when he gave her a facial.

He staggered and fell towards the pair. His pants were snagged around his ankles and he noticed, idly in a far-off corner of his mind that it felt nice and cool to have them slide against his silky legs. Tommy stumbled and fell forward in between Maria and Harry. His hands grasped for support and his face wound up in Harry’s lap. He smelled old, musty cloth and fresh cum. Something wet was on is cheek. Maria was climbing over him, trying to rub her pussy into Harry face.

Tommy pushed her away and clambered to his feet. Harry had his eyes closed,
Maria’s shoe was in his hand and he was sucking the spiked heel like it was a cock. Faintly he heard Maria’s laughter behind him. Mocking him, mocking Harry… Tommy pulled his pants up and buttoned them.

"You’re a sick perverted bastard," Tommy yelled wondering, even as he spoke, which of the three he was talking to. He stood there for a moment before he realized he had his hand around his own cock and his mouth was watering. His hands flew away from his pants like he had been bitten. He looked at Maria, lost in the throes of passion, her feet kicking at Harry’s head and groin. Her hands pinching and twisting her own nipples; her face glowing with ecstasy and triumph.

Harry was flailing his hands in the air trying to catch Maria’s feet and bring them to his lips. His face was twisted and bloody, but there was a look of self-loathing even as he succumbed to his need for her. Maria sat at the foot of the couch. She had retrieved her shoes from Harry’s hands and was licking the cum from the heels. She raised a perfect leg into the air and bent at the knee to slide the shoe onto her foot. Maria shuddered as if in orgasm as the shoe formed around her heel. She hastily put on the other and buckled the little clasps. As she stood, she pulled one foot up and slid it slowly up and down her rounded calf. She placed a foot on the couch in front of Harry and he struggled to lean forward to embrace it.

She turned towards Tommy and smiled, but it wasn’t Maria’s smile…it was…different, more masculine somehow. She began laughing, hysterically!!! She tossed her head from side to side, her hair swirling around, masking her face and she laughed…

 

Something inside Tommy snapped.

 

He leapt straight at Maria and raised his fist. His hands shook with rage and her laughter stopped. Tommy raised his hands to his head and screamed in fury as he spun towards Harry levering a roundhouse right into his nose and following with a left that caught him on the other side of his head, snapping it back with a sickening snap.

Tommy stood over Harry, silently heaving and begging the old man to move so he could hit him again. Harry’s head lolled back bonelessly against the couch. Blood was gushing from his nose and already his temple was purpling into an ugly swollen edema. Harry’s hands jerked on his thighs as if he still sought to grasp Maria once more. Tommy turned and grabbed Maria by the hand. They rushed out of Harry’s apartment and back to Maria’s. He threw her down on the bed, flushed and excited from the conflict and slammed the door behind him. Maria looked up from the bed at her man and licked her lips. A sexy smile played across her face and she reached up for him.

Tommy hastily unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles. She pulled him on top of her and shoved the flimsy material of her panties that he still wore aside and guided his swollen manhood inside her. She was totally wet and Tommy sank down to the hilt on the first stroke and she screamed again. Maria wrapped her legs around him and squeezed with all her strength. Tommy bit at her nipples and ran his hands up and down her sides. In a moment she relaxed and he began pumping her, slowly then building, faster and faster, slamming his meat deep inside her sopping pussy. Maria screamed over and over and then a strange change seemed to come over her. She began to laugh. Softly at first, but more and more hysterically as it built. And now she was screaming a name and laughing. Her eyes were wide and bright and her hands were tangled in his hair but it wasn’t his name she was screaming. "MARIA!" She screamed.

And Tommy thought just for a moment that her voice sounded much deeper than it ever had before; and each time she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the universe.

Harry just rested quietly, enjoying his new body, new boyfriend, new life, and new platform shoes...after just stealing Maria's body; life will be a whole lot different now

 

 

 

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