The Bully, Mom, and Tomorrow's Revenge
Hannah Heat, a wife and mother of two, stared an explosive night of sin in the face and only smiled. Ebony fur of the Panther casts a radiant sheen through the moonlit room, contrasting with predatory yellow of intent eyes. Toned muscle lay under the graces of sumptuous, maturing curves that bit like a playful lover on any desirer's consciousness.
The broadly built arms leading around her hourglass hips, with hands resting on that heart shaped rump despite the excited, gyrating tail above, belonged to Darrell Zeeth, a bully at her sons school. Equine in heritage, he was perfectly suited for the Football team, and played defense just because he could knock some other fool around like a ragdoll. Chestnut brown fur lay around a sculpted, delicious body that could do just that, and much more. Hard confidence of his lay against her body, with two virile sacks of sperm just begging for her attentions.
"You know we can't do this." the Panther emphasizes calmly, in a sympathetic tone.
"Why not? You can't tell me you don't deserve better." the Clydesdale confidently assures. "I saw those eyes. You want me more than I want you, MILF. You owe yourself one night with a real man."
"You would singlehandedly end my marriage." Hannah counters harshly.
"With that pussy? I wouldn't be surprised if he was watching right now. Getting off watching his woman about to be in real bliss." Darrell roughly counters, squeezing those well rounded cheeks in his tight grip. Hank leaned in just a little closer, kissing softly at her collarbone before whispering in her ear, "In the closet."
Her exhibitionist twinge roars to life with a shudder along her spine. The Panther's meek hold at his muscled hips turned rigid, with her golden wedding band a cold taboo reminder of what they were doing. The tail above Hank's hands arc upwards, furling and unfurling itself.
"Liar." Hannah's voice purrs, slightly shaky.
"See for yourself." the Equine challenges, stepping aside to give the Panther access to the small side room.
Diago Heat, a scrawny Lapine office worker, feels his heart skip a beat when he sees his wife's eyes judgmentally clashing with his own. Darrell had already had his wife in the palm of his hand, but this was just malicious! For him, the bet was off after Darrell had asked her to strip for him, but only now had the courage to speak up.
"It's not what it looks like! I-"
"Hush, Diago. Is this what you really want?" Hannah interjects, her eyes almost pleading to him.
Looking at the Equine victoriously looking back at him beyond his nude wife, a light tear strolls down Diago's cheek. This was the first time he had ever truly seen that look on her face, and he hated the young man even more for making his wife show it. After thirteen years, all it took was a three day cruise for it to come to this. Even if he said no, the hulking Stallion would merely do the deed behind his back.
"Yes." was his submissive answer, obviously choked with hesitation and sadness. She didn't even seem to notice before closing the door again, leaving him to only watch through a small hole.
Leopold Heat woke the next afternoon to his phone. The black spotted Lapine groggily grasps for it, and checks his messages. A message entitled, 'I fucked your mother' hit him like a brick. What's worse, is that there was a file attached. Opening it, his mouth fell agape in disbelief.
Whoever was filming had been breathing heavily, and by the way the camera shook he was obviously jacking off to what was happening. Leopold tried to think it wasn't his mom's legs tied around the chestnut furred Stallion, but he was smacked to reality with her pleasured groan. Darrell had just wedged his fat cocktip in Hannah's pussy. His body shudders with soft effort while he gyrates his hips to pierce the married femme even deeper. The film skips ahead, and in an instant the Stallion's prominent balls were pressing against the Panther's rump tightly. Her fluids, and his, leak out of her horny cunt in white drooling bursts. Next, the Horse began to take her from behind like a crazed wolf intent on taking what isn't his. Bent over the bed, wet slops permeate the air with her begging moans asking for his potent seed like a breeding bitch should, and like a good stud, he obliges with one last hard thrust against her. For the last time the film skips ahead, and Leopold's mother was seen bouncing on the tenth grader's groin, with a dreamlike twinkle in her eyes. Darrell's hands rested upon her hips, with gruff grunts matching his involuntary thrusts upward. Even when his cum jets upward into her fertile womb, she doesn't stop until her vaginal muscles clench around him in her own vigorous climax.
Leopold wanted to throw the phone against the wall, and shatter his shame along with it. Sadly, another text made the device ring before he could launch. It was from Darrell, and it read; 'Ur mom's keepin the babies, grats! Btw your mom loves me more now. ;-) Should I call u son? See u tuesday!.'
Strangely, Leopold calmed down to an extent, mentally guiding himself in all the ways he was taught not to go. Leopold heard a song once, 'Don't get mad, get even.' Before Tuesday, he was going to seduce Darrell's mother in revenge.