Jocelyn's idea was perfect, and we didn't waste any time putting it into effect.
First she made a copy of the tape.
Then we arranged everything else so that the big event would take place on Friday afternoon. It was this that brought about the hard part, since it meant that I had to wait two days before I could tell Howard anything; if he tried anything in the meantime, I was afraid that I'd tell him what we had done and spoil every thing.
But he left me alone.
Finally Friday afternoon arrived. I was at Jocelyn's apartment when I made the phone call.
"Howard? This is Carol."
"Hello."
His voice was cold, which made me happy. If he was obnoxious it would just make this whole business that much more fun.
"I need to see you right any."
"I'm sorry, but I'm too busy for you to come at right now."
"That's okay. I'm not coming there; you're coming here."
"Like hell I am."
"Ah, Howard. I think there's someone else here who wants to talk to you."
"Listen, Carol…"
"Howard?" came Jocelyn's voice from the other phone.
"Who is this?"
"Jocelyn."
"Who?"
Howard's voice was incredulous. And nervous. "Jocelyn. You're going to give me a loan, remember?"
"Carol, are you still there?"
"Sure am, toots."
"Jesus."
"He's not here."
"All right. Tell me how to get there."
We each had two drinks while we waited for Howard to arrive. By the time the doorbell rang we were ready for anything.
"Have a seat, Howard," I said sweetly.
He sat between us on the couch. A thin sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead. I loved it.
"How are your ears, toots?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Just listen."
I played the tape for him. As he listened his forehead got wetter and wetter. He knew we had him by the bells.
"What do you want?"
"Several things."
He nodded. Then he made a lunge for the cassette player, grabbing the tape from it and breaking it in two. It was only when he noticed that we weren't getting upset that he hesitated.
"There's a copy, toots. It could be in the mail to your boss by this afternoon, if that's what you want."
"Jesus."
"That's a good boy. Now here's what we want you to do. First of all, trot upstairs and go in the bedroom. Then take off all your clothes. We'll be with you in a minute."
After he left, Jocelyn and I went into hysterics again. We gave him time to do as we had told, then clinked our glasses together and followed him up the stairs.
He was waiting for us in his undershorts. "Not good enough, toots. Let us see your cock."
"This had gone far enough!"
"Take 'em off."
He did as he was told.
I walked forward until I was standing right in front of him. Then I reached out and grabbed his limp cock. He winced as if he thought I was going to cut it off or something.
"Don't worry Howard. I wouldn't do that." He didn't say anything.
"How come you're not hard yet, Howard?" He still didn't say anything.
"I understand. I guess you need some stimulation."
Jocelyn, standing behind me, took her cue and began to strip. Howard looked at her with wide eyes, but even after she was completely naked his cock was still limp and cold in my hand.
"Not enough, Howard?"
I stripped. While I took my clothes off Jocelyn took over his cock, running her fingers up and down his shaft.
"Still no luck?"
Jocelyn shook her head.
"Look Howard," I said. "This is going to be your last chance with either one of us. If you're good we might be a little more reasonable about the tape. If not…" I shrugged, as if to say that such a thing would be out of my control.
"You fucking bitch."
"There's my Howard. My beloved Howard. Turn around and bend over, toots."
He hesitated.
"Do it."
He did it.
"Now touch your toes. That's a good boy." His hands were on his feet, giving us a beautiful view of his ass. I looked at Jocelyn, then took another pull off my drink. She did the same.
Below, Howard's face was getting red. "Would you like to do the honors?" I asked Jocelyn.
"No. I think I'll let you go first?"
I slapped Howard hard on the ass. My hand stung from the blow, but I know his ass stung more. Then Jocelyn slapped him on the other cheek.
Then we both repeated the process.
After ten blows apiece we stopped. Howard's as was pink and tender.
"Now turn around." He did as he urn told.
"Well, well, well," I said, looking directly at his crotch. His cock was hard as a rock. "What have we here?"
He didn't say anything.
"I've got to hand it to you, toots. You like to dish it out, but you like to take it, too, don't you?"
For a moment he looked like he was going to lose his temper, but then he regained control.
"Good boy. Now get on the bed." Tight-lipped, he did as he was told. "Uh-oh, looks like you're losing your hard-on, toots. Guess we better fix that, huh?"
He got on all fours without being told, and Jocelyn and I gave him another dozen or so slaps to the ass.
Sure enough, when we were finished his cock was rigid.
"Okay toots. Here's what we want from you right now. First you fuck me. Then you fuck Jocelyn. The only catch is that you have to make us come but you can't come yourself. Got it?"
"You fucking bitch."
"Whatever."
I climbed beneath him and spread my legs. His cock started to shrink again, but when Jocelyn slapped him once or twice, it came back up.
"Now be sweet to me, toots. You don't want to make me mad, do you?"
He just glared at me.
"Let's go."
Surprisingly enough, my cunt was wet and juicy. I was detained not to come any sooner than was necessary, and if I could keep from coming altogether, I would be delighted.
He started slowly, entering my cunt with a thrust that wouldn't have broken an egg. I closed my eyes and tried to do multiplication tables.
I couldn't handle it.
Even though it was Howard who was fucking me, and even though I didn't want to come, the simple feeling of a cock inside my hot pussy was just too much for me.
I got turned on.
For a long time I didn't thrust back, and for a while I even held my legs tightly together, increasing the pressure on his cock and making it, I was certain, more difficult for him to keep from coming.
But I couldn't keep it up.
After about five minutes I started pushing up against his plunging cock, grinding my dripping pussy against his meat.
"Kiss my tits, Howard. Kiss my nipples."
He bent forward, and a moment later his lips were all over my tits, doing just as I had told him to do.
I liked being in control; it was so much better this way than just getting manhandled by a wild man.
"Harder, Howard. Kiss me… that's it… oh yeah… you're doin' good, toots, real good!"
I wondered how his cock felt. Normally he would have come by now, but today he hadn't even begun to tremble inside me.
That was no good. I had to make it tougher for him. Much tougher.
I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled myself up against his pounding, slamming cock. I could feel him slash deeper and deeper into me, and I knew that if I could just wriggle and writhe enough…
But it wasn't going to work.
Instead of making him come, I was going to come myself. I could feel the tension deep inside my cunt beginning to build, foaming and churning as if I were a capped bottle of champagne.
I could feel my will slipping.
"Goddammit, Howard," I gasped, giving in to the forces raging within me. "Make me come, you Goddam bastard. Make me come!"
I was angry at him and at myself; he was going to win this confrontation, all because I was such a horny bitch I couldn't control myself.
Dammit.
"You love it, don't you Carol?"
"Fuck you."
I slapped him in the face, but it was a half-hearted gesture of defiance, and one that only feel to the control he was gaining over me once again.
It was bubbling up inside me now, churning and foaming wildly.
"I'm gonna come!" I wailed, torn between conflicting desires. "Dammit I'm gonna come!"
Howard slashed harder into my cunt.
"Ohhh Godddd…oohhhhhh!"
My cunt positively exploded.
I could feel incredible waves of honey shooting out of me as the muscles within me contracted, and for a moment I thought that by making the contractions even stronger. I could force Howard to come.
No such luck.
As soon as he felt the tremors race through my cunt he pulled out of me, falling to his side on the bed and making absolutely certain that he didn't come. I lay on the bed, gasping for breath.
Round one to Howard.
Jocelyn, with a little help from me, was more successful. I should have known I could count on her to keep things going our way.
First of all she handed me a length of nylon string that had knots tied about every inch or so in it.
I knew what to do with it.
But her real inspiration was making him fuck her in the ass. I'd told her about how much he got off on that, so now she was evidently planning to take advantage of it.
First she grabbed Howard's still erect cock and rubbed Vaseline all over it.
"What's the matter?" Howard leered, still feeling the flush of his first triumph and not aware of what was going on. "You're little puss isn't wet?"
Without saying a word Jocelyn got on all fours and shored her ass up in the air. A moment later she took the remainder of the Vaseline and rubbed it into her asshole, lubricating it well enough so that his cock would fit in with case.
"Hey, that's not fair."
"Who said anything about being fair, toots?"
Howard glared at me, then turned to Jocelyn. For a moment he seemed like he was considering refusing to do what was being asked of him, but after looking at Jocelyn's white, lush ass, his instincts evidently got the better of him.
"All right."
He positioned himself behind her and took his cock in his hand. After guiding it so that the bulbous head was touching the tight muscles of her brown hole he paused.
"Do it," Jocelyn whispered.
He shoved forward.
I watched, transfixed, as his cock began to disappear into her asshole. It was a slow process, even with the Vaseline, but gently the tight muscles of her asshole began to relax, giving way to the huge prod that was forcing into her.
Halfway in he paused. Both his hands were on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, revealing the sight of what was happening to his cock to both of us.
"Go on, toots. Don't stop now."
He glared at me for a moment, then pushed forward again.
"Ohhhhhh…" Jocelyn groaned, her face buried below in a pillow.
"Don't forget you've got to make her come, Howard."
"Fuck you."
"You already did. Once was more than enough." Finally his cock was all the way in. All I could see were the dark, curly hairs at the base of his shaft.
"Now fuck me… easy… that's it, fuck my ass, Howard."
He began to rock back and forth, his cock moving just a fraction of an inch with each thrust.
Jocelyn tried to hold still, but it was evident that the same thing that had happened to her was happening to me; we were both slaves to our passions.
"Finger me, you prick," she said huskily. "Stick your hand up my cunt…"
Howard did as he was told.
Then I finally remembered the string I had in my hand; it was now evident we were going to need it.
All right, then. We would use it.
First I covered it with Vaseline. Then I moved around Howard and approached him from the rear, grinning at what I knew would swing things in our favor.
When I first touched his ass he stiffened, surprised at the contact.
"Keep fucking, toots. Don't mind me."
"Fuck you," he growled, but he kept fucking Jocelyn's ass.
I greased up his asshole.
"Hey!"
"Shut up and keep fucking her."
Slowly, knot by knot, I pushed the string up his ass. It was about eighteen inches long altogether, and by the time I had stuffed it all into him. I knew that there was no way he was going to survive what we had planned without coming.
In the end there was only a single piece of the string protruding from his asshole, with a small loop just about the size of my middle finger hanging down from it.
I went back to watch them fuck.
Jocelyn was beside herself now, grinding back against his cock with all the force she could put together. His hand was in her cunt, and her own hand was on top of his, guiding it to the spots she wanted him to touch.
"Oh yeah, Howard… that's it, right there… ohhh, easy… you're gonna make it happen."
I smiled.
I knew that I, or at least the string that I controlled, was really going to make it happen. I just had to wait for the right moment.
It came before long.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah… God, fuck me… fuck me harder! Ohhhh I'm gonna come… gonna…"
I knew the time was at hand.
Slipping a finger through the string, I gave it a swift, hard yank.
"Eeeaaagggghhhh!"
"Ohmigod!"
He reacted like someone had shot a cannon into his ass. As the knots jerked past his asshole he slashed forward, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was having the most forceful, all consuming orgasm he had ever experienced in his life.
And he was also having it a split second before Jocelyn had hers.
We had done it.
Later, he and Jocelyn lay on the bed trying to catch their breath. I told him what I wanted.
"All right, Howard. We've got the tape. We'll keep it. You'll never touch either of us again. Never; is that clear?"
He nodded.
"As for money; I should think two thousand dollars a month would be about right, don't you Jocelyn?"
She nodded.
"Good. Jocelyn and I will be leaving for a little vacation tomorrow. Hawaii, I think. Or maybe the Bahamas; we'll have to talk about it. You, at any rate, will buy the tickets and make the arrangements. Is that clear."
He nodded.
I think he was going to be glad to get rid of us.