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Chapter
4
Armed with information
about Gary's habit pattern, Chantel and I were able to make plans
on how to get even with him. All we needed to know was that he was
a male, and this made him very susceptable to the lusts of his penis;
and that he was interested in his own physical fitness. Beth told
us that he jogged religiously every Saturday morning, and drew out
a map of his favorite route.
It wasn't easy. Chantel
and I spent an entire week "brushing up" on our jogging to get into
shape. On the following Saturday, we positioned ourself along a
strategic point in his route and set up our ambush. Although we
could see him coming along, he couldn't see us. More than that,
it gave us an opportunity to put ourselves on the path in front
of him so that he would overtake us after about two minutes of running.
We saw him coming. We
started our jog. As predicted, several minutes later we heard him
coming up on us from behind. We waived, smiled and said "hi" as
he passed us, and got a feeling of dissapointment as we watched
his back as he continued to pull away from us.
We were jogging for
about five more minutes when we saw him coming back at us. Apparently,
he had turned around and was returning. As he passed us, we waived,
smiled, and said "hello again". This time, he turned around and
fell in with us.
"You girls run this
course often?" he puffed. "No," I responded truthfully, "I was suggested
by a friend of mine. She said it was a good run, and that you often
meet the nicest people here".
"That's for sure," he
said as his eyes drifted towards the sweaty tee shirts worn by Chantel's
and me. Chantel and I had one practice run without bras and decided,
that although we wouldn't like to do it all the time, that this
Saturday was worth it. Gary had a tough time deciding wether to
watch our bouncing boobs or to look at the yards of shapely legs
sticking out of our almost bikini length shorts.
We finally finished
the run, and Chantel and I propped ourselves up on a stone wall
showing off our ample legs. The cool air against our now sweat-soaked
tee shirts caused our nipples to erect. That wasn't the only thing
erected. Although Chantel and I would have loved to stare, there
was no missing the buldge in his running shorts.
"Would you like a glass
of wine?" Chantel suggested. "Our place isn't too far from here.
Besides, it would be such a letdown to go back there all alone".
"Sure," said Gary trying
to hide his eagerness.
It didn't take that
long to walk to our house. Chantel poured him some wine and suggested
that he take off his sweaty shirt. "Not unless you take yours off
too," he suggested in such a way that we couldn't decide if he was
serious or meant it in jest.
Chantel just smiled
evilly as she snatched the shirt from him, "I'll hang it up to dry
for you".
As Chantel was teasing
him, I was taking my shower. I slipped into a very short tight fitting
nightshirt, and donned a pair of black bikini panties. I came out
to a scene where Chantel was running her fingers through his chest
hairs.
"Now its my turn," she
said refering to the shower.
"No it's mine," I said
nodding at Gary.
As Chantel slipped away,
I poured Gary another glass of wine. This one was a little more
bitter than the first. By the time Chantel finshed her shower, Gary
was completely unconcious. She went for her camera. I went for the
phone.
"Slave, get your sorry
ass over here. Your mistress needs your help". I hung up. I dialed
another number. "Beth, it's going down. You want to be here to watch?".
"Shit yes" she said,
and the way in which the phone clicked, I imagined that she was
out the door before the receiver hit the hook.
While Owen was making
his way over, Chantel and I moved Gary to the floor. We were just
able to lift his legs up and pull his pants off. As we worked his
jock strap off, we were dissapointed to see how flaccid his cock
had gotten. The medical student who gave us the "knock out" drops,
warned us about this very unfortunate side effect.
By the time Owen arrived,
we had managed to get the camera and other equipment set up. We
had him get undressed for us (he remebered his panties this time).
He had no sooner done that, when I had to send him off to answer
the door for Beth.
Beth took one look at
Gary and laughed, "That looks pretty much like the last time I saw
him". It took all four of us to get him into a bra, crotchless panties
(and get his prick out the slit), and put a gag on him. Positioning
him was very difficult. Awake, he was 215 pounds of muscle. Asleep,
he was 215 pounds of dead weight. It was a struggle to get him on
his knees and hold him there.
This was not a good
scene for the video camera, but we figured we could get some good
still pictures of him. "Slave Owen, slave Gary's cock is so small,"
I said, "Can you make it bigger".
Gary started to stoke
it with his hand. "Oh ,no. You'll never make him big that way. Suck
him off"! With as "zonked" as Gary was Owen was in no danger of
getting a mouthful of come. He did, however, induce a passable erection.
We immediately went
into action. "Owen," I said (in the excitement, I forgot his title),
"grab his head and put your penis in his mouth. Cameras clicked.
The next pose was of Gary facing the camera full on with his hand
on his member in a jerking off motion. To hold him in position,
Chantel stood behind him actually supporting him with her legs and
holding his head up by the hair.
Chantel had finished
getting into her outfit by this time. It consisted of a black leather
bra, panties similar to Gary's, and fishnet stockings She finished
off the outfit with her most incredibly high-heeled shoes.
Next, we had some shots
of Beth spanking Gary, and finally, Owen sucking Gary off. All in
all, we shot an entire roll of 36 exposures.
We got Gary dressed
again, and laid him down in a couch. When he came to about an hour
later, he found himself under a blanket with only Chantel and I
looking at him concerned.
"What happened?" he
asked.
"I don't know," I responded,
"I think you got a hold of some bad wine. Maybe it wasn't such a
good idea drinking so soon after strenuous exercise". I sounded
convincing enough. We even had the sympathy to drive him home.
As we dropped him off,
I suggested, "We're having a party next Saturday night at 7. Would
you like to come?".
He accepted.
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