Billy Chase was watching the football game on TV with his roommates when the doorbell rang. As he was the closest to it, he grudgingly got up from the couch and headed for the door.
"Whatever they're selling, we don't want any," said David.
Billy answered the door, and was surprised to see Lissa, Matt's girlfriend there.
"Oh, hi, Lissa," he said with a friendly smile. Ever since he had met her, he had thought she was hot. It was too bad his roommate had claimed her.
"Hi, Billy," she said, flashing him the warmest smile she had ever given him. There was something a little flirtatious in that smile, he thought. Or maybe he was just fantasizing.
"Is that that ugly girl Matt's been dating?" Walt called out from the couch, not turning to look. That was just Walt's way; he threw around insults the way most people made off-hand comments. It didn't matter that they weren't true.
"Yes it's that ugly girl Matt's been dating," Lissa told him. "And fuck you too," she said in the most annoyingly cheerful voice she could manage.
"Right now?" asked Walt. "I'm watching the game, but maybe during the next commercial."
"Come in," Billy offered. "Actually, Matt's not here right now, but you're welcome to watch the game with us."
"I know he's not here," she said. "He's in bed with my roommate right now."
Three pairs of eyes turned to her. She gave them a challenging look, as if daring them to doubt her word.
"You don't really mean--" said David.
"That's exactly what I mean. I just walked in on them."
"That fucking bastard!" Billy exclaimed.
"Thank you, Billy. That's exactly what my reaction was."
"So that's why he was acting so nice to her yesterday," said David. "He was hoping to get into her pants."
"Probably," Lissa agreed. "Well, apparently it worked."
"You should have joined them," Walt said with a grin.
"You're sick!" said Billy.
"Come on, Walt, this isn't a joking matter," said David. "How would you like it if you caught your girlfriend in bed with me?"
"Depends. Where are you fucking her?"
"What? In bed, of course."
"No, I mean, you fucking her pussy or her ass?"
"What does it matter?"
"Just answer me. You fucking her pussy or her ass?"
"Fine. Her pussy."
"Good. That would leave her ass for me."
"Sounds fun," said Lissa.
Once again, all eyes turned to her in astonishment.
"Matt's a loser," she explained. "He gets jealous if I even talk to another man, but then he goes behind his back and screws my roommate. So I think turnabout's fair play, don't you?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Billy.
"Basically what David and Walt were describing. I can think of no better way to get even with him than to fuck you three. At the same time."
"You're serious?" asked David.
"Absolutely. Let's see. You get my pussy, and Walt gets my ass. That leaves my mouth for you, Billy. What do you think?"
Billy was stunned. This was Lissa, the girl he had been drooling over ever since Matt had brought her home with him one afternoon. And she was actually offering to suck his cock!
"I have to admit, ugly girls turn me on," said Walt. "Fortunately, if I fuck you up the ass, I don't have to look at your face."
"What about you, David? You up for this?"
"I don't know. It seems a rotten thing to do to Matt."
"That's the point."
"But I'm not sure you've thought this all the way through."
Lissa walked over to her purse, reached inside, and pulled out a jar of KY jelly, which she handed to Walt. "If I haven't thought this all the way through, why would I have stopped by the store to pick this up? This is what I want, and Matt deserves every bit of it."
"But what if he comes back before we're through?"
"Wouldn't that be perfect?" she laughed. "I would love to have him walk in on us like that."
"Well, if you're sure about this."
"I am. So Billy, what about you? You want me to wrap my lips around that rod of yours?"
"Hell yes!" he exclaimed in excitement. He had never had his cock sucked before, and now it was going to be by the girl he had been lusting after for months!
"All right then, boys, drop your drawers."
The four of them immediately began to undress. Billy's eyes wandered over Lissa's body as she took off her clothes and tossed them in a pile in the corner. She was such a hottie! He thought it took forever for her to strip, though she seemed to be hurrying as fast as the rest of them.
As her bra came off, he licked his lips. Her tits were every bit as beautiful as he imagined them. She caught him staring at her, and spread her arms wide to give him a perfect view. "You like?" she asked with a grin.
"I love!" he responded.
Then her panties came off, and he felt he was in heaven. She had neatly trimmed pubic hair covering a beautiful slit. Maybe he could convince her to alternate so that he could have a chance at it. Not that he had anything against getting a blowjob from her.
By now, the three roommates had also lost all of their clothing, and they stood there, dicks as hard as rocks. Lissa eyed them over with hunger in her eyes.
"So how do you want to do this?" asked David.
"First things first. Walt, are you ready?"
"Am I ever!" he said, opening the jar of KY jelly.
Lissa got down on her hands and knees and thrust her ass in the air toward him. He knelt behind her, then rubbed some lubricant on his cock, and more on her puckered anal opening. Then he placed the tip of his cock against her hole.
Billy was enthralled. He had never seen anyone get ass-fucked before. This was going to be good.
Walt pressed forward a little, and Lissa sucked in her breath. Walt backed off a little. "You're too tight," he said. "I think you need to be warmed up a little."
"Fuck that," she told him. "Just shove it in already."
"Lissa, I think maybe Walt's right," said David. "If he does it like that, he could hurt you."
"Then hurt me! Ram it in as hard and as deep as you can, Walt. Don't be a pussy. Do it now!"
"All right, you asked for it," he said. With one tremendous effort he slammed forward and at the same time pulled her back against him.
She screamed in pain. "Oh, shit!" Walt exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Lissa!"
"Go to hell!" she told him, tears running down her cheeks. "Don't you dare pull out!"
"What are you saying, Lissa?" asked David.
"I'm saying I don't feel his balls against my ass, so that means he's not deep enough. Ram me again, Walt!"
"Are you sure?"
"Just do it, you fucker!"
Gritting his teeth, he shoved in again with all his strength. Again she cried out in anguish. Her tears flowed freely now, and she made no move to stop them.
"More!" she cried.
Walt did as instructed. He shoved in again, causing another cry of pain.
"More!" she shouted again, and Walt began to fuck her now, hard and deep. At first she cried out in pain with every thrust, but as time went on, they gave way to moans of pleasure. Finally, she told him to stop.
"We don't want to finish before the others are in, do we?" she asked. "I want you to lie back so that I can sit on your cock. That will give David room to enter me."
Walt eased backward, drawing him carefully with him, until he was lying on the floor with her on top of him. Almost her full body weight was pressing down on his cock.
"Come on, David, what are you waiting for?" she demanded.
David didn't have to be told twice. He knelt down in front of her, positioning his hard cock against her pussy.
"Don't you dare be any more gentle than Walt," she commanded him. "I want it all up inside me in one thrust."
"Lissa, you don't know what you're saying," David told her. "You're not ready there yet."
"Hey, fuck you! I know when I'm ready, and I'm ready now!"
"Fine," he said. He moved in close to her, then with one swift motion he impaled her on his rod. Again she screamed in pain, and David stopped for a second.
"Who told you you could stop?" she demanded. "Keep shoving it up my pussy." David did so, and once again she began to cry out in pain.
"Damn it, you two," said Billy. "I don't care what she says, can't you see you're hurting her?"
"Shut up and stick your cock in my mouth," she said.
David moved his legs out in front of him then leaned back until he was lying on the floor as well. That gave Billy room to step over him and maneuver his hips to Lissa's face. She immediately opened her mouth and sucked his dick in.
The feel of her lips were heavenly! She sucked hard, using her tongue to add a little extra stimulation. It was all he could do to stop from cumming right there. But he wanted to draw this out as long as possible.
She pulled her head back for a moment and released his member, to his disappointment. "We have to do this right," she said. "Walt, take my arms and hold them behind my back. Keep them there! Don't let me get away."
He obediently grabbed her wrists and pulled them back, keeping a tight lock on them. She was now completely restrained.
"Now Billy, I want you to abuse my mouth. Put your hands on my head and pull me in as hard and fast as you can. Shove your cock in until I gag, and then keep going. Every time you shove it in, make sure it goes to the base. There better not be a millimeter of your cock outside my mouth, you understand?"
"Shit, really?" he asked.
"Lissa, this is going too far," said David, though he continued to thrust in and out of her. "That could get dangerous. What if you can't breathe?"
"Who asked you, you fucker?" she exclaimed. "Billy, do it! Do it hard, fast, and deep!"
Hearing those words drove him into a frenzy. This was such a dream come true! Grasping her head between his hands, he placed his cock in her mouth. Then he shoved.
She closed her eyes tight as she gagged. He pulled out almost to the end, then thrust back in as hard as he could. She kept sucking away, despite the involuntary gagging noises she was making. The sound of them only served to heighten his lust. He continued to shove in deep, slamming against the back of her throat.
The tears flowed like rain, tumbling down her cheeks and splattering against his legs and her tits. Walt's grip on her arms meant that she couldn't stop this if she wanted to. There would be no mercy until all three roommates finished.
He sped up the rhythm, going faster and faster. Surely it was too fast for her to even catch a breath, but he was in too much ecstasy to stop. She was his bitch now. Her mouth was a slave to his cock, and he was going to take full advantage of it. He held nothing back, slamming her again and again.
Her body tensed. Maybe she was trying to struggle. Maybe she was panicking and trying to get away. But it was too late for that. She had put herself in this position, and Billy wasn't going to stop for anything now. Just a little longer now, and he would reach the finale. He would take the pleasure from this slave that was rightfully his, the pleasure that she had been teasing him with for so long. He would take it to the ultimate, take him over the top.
Walt was the first to climax, not surprisingly since he had been inside her the longest. He cried out in ecstasy and shoved in deep, his whole body freezing up as he emptied his load inside of her.
David was not far behind. His orgasm, though, was more full of motion. He continued to thrust inside as he came, bouncing her up and down on his hips.
That left only Billy. He knew he was getting close, and he attacked her mouth with renewed passion, almost violence. No, it had gone far beyond violence now. He was slamming her as hard as he could, as if trying to break through to the back of her head. Though she was crying, he didn't let up. No, this bitch would see him through to the end.
Then the pleasure began building to a peak. He knew he was almost there. As it reached the top, he grabbed her hair and pulled her in, thrusting what he thought must be a thousand times harder than he had thrust before. Her face was squashed against his belly, her lips all the way to the base of his cock, and the tip felt like it was shoved down her throat all the way to her stomach.
He literally screamed in pleasure as he shot his load down her throat, forcing her to swallow it because there was no other place to go. It seemed like it went on for hours as he held her there, immobile, subdued, and completely in his power.
Then the peak was over, and he felt the pleasure draining away. God, that felt good! He had never had such a mind-blowing orgasm before. He released the pressure and pulled out, finally allowing her to breathe again.
Walt released her arms then, and she slowly and shakily rose up off of their dicks, collapsing on the floor weeping.
"Lissa?" asked David, his hand going to her arm and a look of concern on his face. "Are you all right?"
"That bastard Matt!" she sobbed. "I'll show him!"
"Lissa, you just did," David told her. "You just got your revenge on him."
She looked up at him with those teary eyes, then took a deep breath to calm herself and wiped away her tears. Suddenly, she wore a look of defiance in her eyes.
"That was good for a start," she said. "But it's not over yet between him and me."
"So you're not hurt?"
"Of course I'm hurt, you jackass!" she exclaimed. "You guys just pounded me half to death! I have to admit, though, that that was the best sex I've ever had." Then she laughed. "I'm such a mess. You guys mind if I use your shower?"
The boys all agreed, and David even helped her to her feet and into the bathroom. After the fucking she had just received, she could barely stand, much less walk. He got out an extra towel for her, then as she stepped into the tub, he left the room and closed the door behind him.
As Lissa let the soothing water wash over her, she closed her eyes and let it work its magic. She was sore from the ordeal; she'd probably be feeling this for a week. It was her own damn fault, of course, but she had wanted to do this right. It had to be raw, it had to be hard, it had to be a gruelling experience. Because Matt had wanted her body, she had to punish it to punish him. The object of his lust had been abused, and he would forever know that it was because he had thrown it aside.
There was something else awakening in her as well. Her actions tonight were so completely unlike herself that she almost couldn't believe she had done it. But now that it was over, she realized that it was because she had been sheltered, restrained, repressed even. All those things that she had been taught growing up, about how to be a proper lady, they were just layers of clothing hiding the true Lissa from view. Now she was tearing them off her, breaking free of the restraints. She was casting aside the old Lissa, that stifling, imprisoning shell who had forced the real Lissa to live her whole life in a cage. The new Lissa was free to do as she wanted. Free to dress the way she wanted, free to talk the way she wanted, free to live the way she wanted. She was even free to fuck every guy she met if she wanted. She was without bounds or limits.
"There's no such thing as guilt," she said aloud. That would be her new philosophy. Guilt was just a feeling. She felt happy, she felt sad, she felt guilty. But all of these emotions could be controlled. How many times had she heard a lecture about being happy regardless of your circumstances? Well, if happiness could be summoned at will, why couldn't guilt be banished the same way? The new Lissa would rid herself completely of guilt, because it only served to hold her back from what she wanted. The new Lissa would do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and damn the consequences!
She giggled as she thought back to the previous night and the incident with Meg. The new Lissa felt disgusted with the old Lissa's weakness. How naive she had been! She should have allowed Meg to do whatever she wanted. Better yet, she should have jumped on Meg herself. It had felt good after all, and it was only the shame that had hurt her so much. But from now on, there would be no shame. She was going to start actually living life.
And Matt would have no part of it. In a way, she had him to thank for her transformation. But it was not out of the goodness of his heart that he did this. No, he had broken her trust, and so he deserved not her thanks, but her enmity. Her first mission as the new Lissa was to hurt him. Let him see what he could have had, and deny it to him forever.
His roommates would surely brag about this experience. Good. But as she had told them, this was just a start. Where could she go from here?
The new month was coming up, and Mr. Bullard would expect to be paid. She smiled. Let Matt see that she would rather blow that old pervert than let Matt touch her. That would be the next step. Yes, that would hurt him plenty.
Even as she thought it, she wondered if it were true. There was something nagging her, a half-formed thought in the back of her mind telling her that this was all for nothing. Was she just deceiving herself? Was she committing all these atrocities in vain?
Then suddenly she knew what it was. When she had caught Matt with Alya, he had said that he was in love. But now that she thought about it, she realized the horrible truth. He loved Alya, not Lissa!
Damn him! Even giving herself to everyone except Matt would not punish him. He had robbed her of her vengeance. But there still had to be a way to get even with him. What could she do that was worse than what he had done to her?
And then she had it. It was a wicked thought, at least for the old Lissa. But it was one the new Lissa could contemplate. It would mean an entire change of lifestyle, but wasn't that exactly what she was doing anyway? Matt had hurt her, in a sense, by taking away the person she loved. There was only one thing she could do to match that. She would steal Alya from him!
When she returned to her apartment that night, she found Matt had long since left. Monique was not home yet, but she found Alya on her bed, her head resting in Meg's lap, crying.
Meg glanced up at Lissa as she entered, a look of pity in her eyes. She smoothed back Alya's hair, then helped her up into a sitting position, keeping a loving arm around her. Alya just stared at the floor, not daring to look Lissa in the eyes.
"There are two ways we can do this," said Meg. "If this is going to get nasty, I'm going to stay here and be the referee to keep it from getting out of hand. But I'd prefer to leave you two alone so you can talk it out. It's your call, Lissa."
"I think I'd like to be alone with Alya for a minute," Lissa responded. "And I promise I'll keep it civil."
"I'll be out in the front room. Call me if you need me," Meg said, then rose off the bed and left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Lissa came and sat down on the bed beside Alya.
"I'm sorry, Lissa," said Alya quietly. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have--"
Lissa cut her off, putting a finger to Alya's lips to silence her. Alya glanced up at her with tear-filled eyes, and Lissa gave her an encouraging smile. The lines of worry on Alya's face turned to hope.
Lissa put an arm around her, much like Meg had. She held her there for a moment, then suddenly wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. Alya accepted the embrace, letting the tears flow.
They sat that way for at least five minutes, Lissa stroking her hair and Alya crying on her shoulder. As she held her, her anger began to fade. Yes, Alya had stolen her boyfriend, but Lissa was over him now. Everything about him had been a lie. Alya had fallen for him just the same way Lissa had, and her jealousy turned to pity. Would Matt tear Alya apart as he had done to Lissa? In her own case, she had gathered up the pieces and become stronger than ever. But what would happen to Alya when Matt tossed her away? Lissa had meant to come in here to play a part, to make it look like she forgave Alya and thus earn her gratitude, which could help on the road to conquering her. But now, as she held the weeping girl, she realized that she really did care about her.
That didn't change what she had to do; in fact, it made it easier. Now it was no longer about stealing her from Matt. It was about protecting her from him.
Slowly, reluctantly, they pulled away from one another. Alya took a moment to dry her tears, then managed a weak laugh.
"Shouldn't you be the one crying right now?" she asked.
"It's all right," said Lissa. "The fact that you're crying shows that you feel bad about what happened, which means that you really do care about my feelings, and that's all the apology I need from you. I was mad at first, but now that I've had time to think things over, I realize that I'm no longer mad at you. It's only Matt that I hate right now."
"Matt?" asked Alya. "But I'm just as guilty--"
"No you're not. He was my boyfriend, so he had a responsibility toward me. You didn't. He betrayed me, Alya. I don't care what you did or didn't do to encourage him; it was his decision in the end. So let's have no nonsense about blaming yourself, okay?"
"You really don't hate me?"
"I've already lost a boyfriend tonight. I don't want to lose our friendship over this as well."
"Lissa, I can't believe how well you're taking this."
"Believe me, I'm completely over Matt. He can do what he wants as far as I'm concerned. I'm more worried about you."
"You're not at fault here. If anything, you're as much a victim as I am."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you love him?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Well, I thought I loved him. But I only loved what I thought he was. The real him turned out to be something quite different. It was hard for me to see that. This night has been filled with pain." That was certainly the truth! "And so I want to spare you from going through the same thing."
"I don't understand."
"He was willing to betray me. Are you sure he won't betray you?"
"He's not like that! This wasn't something he usually does."
"How do you know?"
"Because of something he said."
"What did he say?"
Alya looked away. "I'm not sure I should tell you. It might hurt you."
"I've already been hurt so much tonight that this won't make any difference."
"All right. He admitted that he had used you to get to me."
"I'm not surprised. And I'm not hurt, either, in case you're wondering."
"So you see, it's not that he usually goes after two women at once. He was interested in me from the beginning. He said he had never done something like this before."
"I can understand, although not condone, using me like that. If that were all there is to it, I would say he's just made a bad mistake. But I think it only fair to warn you that he tried to get me to have sex with him a couple of times, so that tells us something else about him. Just think about it."
"Okay, but I still think he really does care about me."
"Maybe you're right. I hope so, I really do. I hope he turns out to be perfect, wonderful, and the man of your dreams. I hope that the two of you live happily ever after. But what if you're wrong? If so, isn't it better to end it now before you really do fall in love with him? The thought of you experiencing the same pain that I did breaks my heart."
"I don't know, Lissa. I don't know what I want."
"All right. You're a big girl, so I can't tell you what to do. You've heard what I've had to say, so I won't pressure you any more about it. It has to be your decision. Just think about what I said, okay?"
"There's a good girl," Lissa smiled, then leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Alya's eyes widened momentarily as she wondered about the gesture, but Lissa had already hopped off the bed and was headed out of the room.
Meg glanced up at her as Lissa emerged from the bedroom and sat down on the couch.
"So which one of you is going to move out?" asked Meg.
"Neither of us. We made up."
"Just like that?"
"Yes, just like that. Alya's sorry for what she's done, and that's good enough for me."
"But Lissa, this isn't just a simple little thing like spilling soda on your favorite dress."
"No it's not, but Matt's the one I hate right now. Alya's just a victim like I was. She doesn't need my anger right now; she needs my pity, and my support. I'll be damned if Matt's going to hurt her like he hurt me."
"So what are you saying?"
"I don't know. I need some time to think things over. But don't worry about any confrontations between Alya and me, because we're going to stick together through this."
"Lissa, I can't believe how selfless you're being right now. Now two of your roommates have betrayed you, and you've forgiven both of us. Alya even stole your boyfriend. If I had caught one of you sleeping with Sandy... no, on second thought, I would have just crawled into bed with you and made it a threesome."
Lissa laughed. "Just do one thing for me, Meg. Keep up the jokes. I think we all need that right now."
The next couple of days were a little tense in the apartment, but Lissa did her best to show Alya that she wasn't angry. When Monique came home on Sunday morning, Lissa let Alya explain the situation to her. Monique was as angry at Matt as Lissa had been at first, but both girls assured her that it was all right.
It was that afternoon that Lissa decided it was time to take the next step in her plan. She had been dreading doing this because there was still a trace of the old Lissa left, a part of her that felt uncomfortable with the whole thing. But she wouldn't let that part of her rule her. So she took a deep breath and marched into her room to talk to her roommate.
Meg was lying on the bed leafing through a Lecher magazine when Lissa came in. Not surprisingly, she was naked. Even during the day she preferred to go without clothes. She glanced up and smiled. "Hi, Lissa," she said.
"Meg," said Lissa, "I need your help."
"Anything for my cute, sexy little roommate," Meg joked.
"I know that you and Sandy sometimes involve other girls when you make love, right?"
"Why, you want to join us some time?" she laughed.
"Yes," said Lissa without the hint of a smile on her face.
Meg's laughter cut off abruptly. "Really?" she asked.
"Lissa, remember the last time we did anything like that. I still feel guilty about taking advantage of you. Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I'm going to be perfectly frank. I need you to be my teacher. I'm still angry at Matt, and I want to punish him. I think the worst thing I can do to him is steal Alya away."
"No," said Meg immediately.
"What do you mean, no?"
"No, you're not going to ruin Alya's life just to get your revenge. She's our friend, and I'll be damned if I'm going to help you hurt her."
"I don't want to hurt her. Just the opposite, in fact."
"What do you mean?"
"Matt is a self-centered, bigamous asshole. He turns on the charm and girls just melt in his arms. I fell for it, and now Alya's falling for it too. I want to save her from him."
"By stealing her away? Do you realize what you're asking?"
"Yes. I want you to teach me to be a lesbian. To tell you the truth, I'd be a little more comfortable if it were just you teaching me, but I wouldn't ask you to go behind Sandy's back like that. I need to learn to seduce girls, even to the point that I'm capable of seducing a straight girl away from her boyfriend."
"Lissa, this is Alya we're talking about, not just some boyfriend-stealing cock teaser."
"What's the matter? I thought you would be happy to see her switch over. But you're talking about it ruining her life."
"While I maintain that all girls are lesbians deep down inside, they need to discover that for themselves. I like to tease and flirt with girls, and if they're willing, my offers are bona fide. But I make sure I'm obvious about it so that they know what they're getting into and they have plenty of opportunity to reject my advances. You're talking about taking advantage of a girl who's vulnerable right now, and doing it with deceit and trickery."
"It's the only way to spare her from the pain that I went through. Alya doesn't need a selfish prick like Matt; she needs someone who really cares about her."
"But do you really care about her, or are you just using this as a way to get even with Matt?"
"Answer me one thing, Lissa. Suppose you could either get your revenge or protect Alya, but not both. Which one would you choose?"
"That's easy. I would protect Alya," said Lissa, but wondered whether that were really the case. She had said it because she knew it was the only way to get Meg on her side, but perhaps there was some degree of truth to it.
Meg grinned. "Then I say let's do it. To tell you the truth, I've always hoped for a pupil as eager as you are. This is like a dream come true. All right. I'm planning to go visit Sandy tonight, so I'll call her and ask if she minds if I bring you along. We can start then. But let's be clear about this; if it looks like you're going to hurt Alya, I'll shut the whole thing down by telling her what you were trying to do."
"Fair enough. Thanks, Meg."
"You can 'thank' me properly tonight. In fact, you can thank me over and over again," she grinned slyly, and this time, Lissa didn't blush at her innuendos. In fact, feeling a sudden boldness, she came over and threw her arms around her. She refused to let herself feel awkward about hugging a naked woman. It wasn't the first time she had done so, after all. And with Allison, Lissa herself had been naked as well. Now that she thought about it, she realized that her actions on that sailboat that summer had been the first time the new Lissa had expressed herself. That was the real Lissa, not the suppressed, sheltered girl that had ruled her for eighteen years. She was beginning to explore a new world, and she planned to enjoy every minute of it.