The Ultimate Revenge

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  1. Northland

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    "I just can't stop laughing about those cops thinking me a prostitute!" mused Dulcie Bennet, as she lay on the thick flannel sheets soaked with sweat and sex, all part of the warm afterwards of wild lust with a man she'd heard of for decades-her entire life that is; yet, only had met the night before.

    'Sure not any prostitute.' Prescott Forbes, V, admitted to himself. He'd been with a number of ladies of the evening (as he thought they should be titled) and this one sure as hell wasn't one. Not unless she'd only given her attentions to miserably small dicked men or else was very new at the trade. Of course, Forbes knew that neither of those cases was true as the woman in bed beside him was from a proper home and studying at Varlandale. "It was funny." he spoke aloud, the bemused smile taking hold of his face again as he thought of those 4 thugs making the dreadful accusations before he stepped in and announced that she was his girlfriend.

    He'd spotted sprightly little Dulcie the minute she came into The Willow, a club which was more bar and pickup joint than club; but, that hadn't mattered to him or countless others who frequented the place.

    Dulcie Bennet! Whew! If only he could bed her, he'd thought to himself and 3 double martinis later he had.

    The way that Dulcie had needed to get some extra lubricant, even after Forbes had gone down on her and started her natural juices flowing, just to accept his insanely large girth had proven to Forbes she was no prostitute. Damned cops never had anything better to do than go around bothering pretty young women. He knew from a few of those who really did ply the trade, that the cops often did this just so as to get their own dipsticks into a warm welcome socket.

    It had been difficult getting the 8 inch circumference into her; but with gentle moves and increasing arousal on her part he'd eventually pushed all the way in, his relatively short 6 inch length becoming fully engulfed and tightly held in her still narrow passageway. From experience with 3 ex-wives, he knew over time he'd be able to loosen her up, which was not a bad thing, since too much tightness often killed his erection.

    The peach and gray colored flannel beneath them were comforting even with their dampness as he watched from the corner of his eye, as Dulcie slid her elegantly manicured right hand down from her left shoulder passing over her lovely and perky C-cup breasts before gliding down across her stomach and waist as it wended its way along. Then her long slender fingers, their tips whispering against the neatly groomed red-maple leaf forest of hairs surrounding her greatest asset. An asset she'd used quite successfully for the past 3 years.

    A good girl, she'd waited until 4 p.m. on her 18th birthday before flinging away her virginity to her Poli-sci professor at a lower tier college. A fat old fart, he'd hurt her more with his 300+ pounds of sweaty clumsiness rollicking around on top of her tiny frame, than he had with his rather benign frankfurter. And truth be told it was just like a frankfurter, a thin tube of pink meat measuring an unknown length-she was never good at telling exactly what size anything was-and it was only slightly satisfying. The main satisfaction being that she was assured by Edwin Pottsdale that she'd get an A+ if she did him this honor. Hey, why not? Sure beat having to study and sweat for a good grade during the years when you should be having fun.

    Now, 3 years later she had just been with the man carrying the fattest damned cock she'd ever encountered and to make it all the better, he knew how to use it bringing her off in their first session (although the fact that he'd tongued and fingered her before, might have helped). God it was good. She positioned her fingers around as much as possible of Prescott's thickening organ. "How about once more before Daddy gets here?" she half begged.

    "Won't your father be rather upset when he finds it was me you stayed with last night and not one of your friends like you told him over the phone?" He paused, "Audrey wasn't it? Same name as my housekeeper."

    "Well your housekeeper can answer the door and since she lives here, it'll be okay."

    "Except she's been away for a week, just coming back this morning."

    "So?"

    "Not a chance." Forbes shook his head. "The girl doesn't lie. It's not in her."

    "Oh!" She pondered on this for a moment, then, "Well, perhaps Daddy needs to see his little girl is all grown up and can do as she pleases."

    "Won't that bother him, make the old prick mad?" Forbes smiled with the wicked thought of Victor Bennet finding his daughter had just been bedded by his main competitor. 'Screw both for the pleasures of one' he thought joyfully to himself.

    Bennett Cotton (Victor had added the extra 'T' when an advisor told him it would increase his value-which proved untrue) was always on the verge of success. And always the success was being ripped away at the last moment by Prescott Industries, run by none other than Prescott Forbes, V; 48 years old, business whiz and bastard towards all who got in his pathway.

    Forbes had learned to be ruthless from his old man Prescott Forbes, IV; who had learned from his father and he from his. The business going back to Prescott Forbes, Jr.; took a non-Prescott-in-name turn when the previous generations lord and master-that would be Forbes IV- bequeathed the entirety of Morgan Textiles to his sons Slocum and Burke, two twits who ran the company which their great grandfather had won in a poker game, right into the ground in less than 5 years. Their brother meanwhile, took his father's snub and formed his own business which grew at a rapid pace, earning a wedge in the Fortune-500 after only 6 years.

    Bennet and Forbes had a long history-and Bennet had a long skinny weenie as well-starting at the posh and polished Afton School, moving on to Rollins and then Princeton. Always the two were nipping at each others heels, first one then the other being at the top of the class in grades and popularity. That all changed in the second year of Princeton when Bennet foolheartedly had impregnated Blanche Silver who was too ugly and plain stupid to get a husband any other way-and absurdly fertile. Blanche's father, a Superior Court judge, threatened young Bennet and he married Blanche who gave him 14 more children, 13 of them boys, Dulcie being his only daughter and he was always overprotecting her-or trying to.

    The result of Bennet's dalliance was being a father of two and dropping to 94th by graduation day while Forbes took the top spot for himself. Forbes had screwed dozens of girls, many more than Bennet; but, for whatever reason his took shot out mostly blanks, which kept him safe from the grimness of a marriage with children.

    At last, Forbes was unable to hold back his glee any longer. He looked down into the dainty blue eyes of Dulcie, having given in to their mutual desires once more and as his fat cock spurted it's last drops out and began the slow return to flaccidity, he told her "Sweetheart, I'm your Dad's rival and mortal enemy."

    "I know." Dulcie smiled up at him, her own body shaking orgasm having reached a conclusion as well.

    Forbes took his 230 pound 6'3" body off of his conquest, realizing that perhaps he had been the conquest instead. The thick black and white hairs covering his chest, stuck with the residue of perspiration brought out from a thorough and hard fuck session. He lay on his back and puzzled over what Dulcie had just said.

    "I'll be!"


    "I knew it was you, Christ that's all Daddy ever does is go on and on about you. Day after day, week after week. You get more mention than all my brothers combined." she let out a tinkerbell type laugh, high pitched but smooth. "Did you know Daddy had a constant supply of pictures of you? Every time he gets pissed off with news about you, he shreds them, saying he hopes the same happens to your business."

    "But why this?" he gestured towards the bed and then took his penis in his hand and gripped it. "Why have me fuck you? You're known to be smart. Why risk everything with..." then it hit him. "That's why you want him to come by here and get you." He was preparing to say more when he heard the door chimes start. He knew Audrey would answer it, so he had better get dressed at least.


    "I'll throttle the s.o.b. so help me if he's place a finger on my little girl I'll tear his brains out with a tweezer through his eyeball sockets!"

    The door flew open and Victor Bennet, all 186 pounds on his 5'9 frame, his bald pate glistening with rage born sweat, stood staring. Forbes stood less than 10 feet away still naked while little Dulcie cluutched the covers close, a smile on her face knowing what she had done and overly satisfied that it was payback to her father.
     
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    Her satisfaction ended seconds later as Forbes walked over to Bennet, and Forbes, still completely unclothed, grabbed the back of Bennet's head and tilted it down. "She loved it old boy. Couldn't get enough of it, same as that tart wife of yours.. Big difference is at least your daughter has a brain. Well, sort of."

    Bennet stood with his head still being held down, still in shock and anger, magnified by the once again revelation of how his wife had turned to Forbes several years earlier when Bennet, had gone and gotten his secretary pregnant. Forbes never made that sort of error, apart from his low sperm count, he only took male secretaries and although he fooled around with them-as most men will do with a secretary, male or female-there wasn't the horrible risk of getting a brat out of it.

    Bennet stared at his daughter and ordered her to get dressed.

    "When I feel like it Daddy, and right now I don't. Mr. Forbes here makes me feel good and so I'm not about to go anywhere."















    "Might as well get yourself dressed kid." Forbes addressed Dulcie. "After all, I used you the same as you used me." he released Bennet's head and looked him in the eyes. "And speaking for myself, I enjoyed getting to screw both of you."

    "Hey it was my choice." Dulcie shouted.

    "Like fuck it was. You think I didn't know a tramp like you would go into that cheap sex bar? Every spoiled rotten brat who gets paid into Varlandale shows up there, just to prove how regular folkish they are.: I had my guy watching your moves for the past few years, even before they served you legally in there. I just hated having to wait until you were 21 before I could slam my meat into you. After all, no sense in having you get into a jam from underage drinking and then getting my name sullied in the mess." Noticing the look on the girl's face he added, "Damned nice pussy there though. Much nicer than your mom offered me."

    That was all it took, Bennet gave a hard punch into Forbes' gut while at the same time grabbing the man by his cock. As Forbes fell backwards, Bennet held the man in place. Bennet was not an outwardly strong man; but all those damned children of his and a strict workout complete with weights graced him with a powerful arm and grip. He reached over with his other hand to the arched backwards Forbes and grabbed his balls then released his shaft and held him for a bloodcurdling scream moment.

    The long and the short of it was that Forbes never placed his hand on a woman other than Dulcie Bennet again. Two reasons, his genitals reminded him constantly of what he had done and even though he had a low sperm count, it was enough to get Dulcie pregnant with two sets of twins during their night of supposed revenge against her father. It seemed Dulcie was just as fertile as her mother.

    As to Bennet, he suffered another setback at Bennett Cotton and let the business fold, before heading off to parts unknown.

    Forbes, hated the need to be saddled down with brats-2 boys, 2 girls and in the next 5 years there were 2 more of each at which point he had the vasectomy he wished he'd had years earlier.

    Dulcie Bennet Forbes unfortunately lost her looks and her figure churning out children (her mother although nothing to look at, had always at least maintained her figure) and decided to abandon her family the same as her father had, which of course exacted the ultimate revenge on Prescott Forbes as he was left to tend to the children all by his little old lonesome on the meager salary offered him at a coffee shop after the IRS grabbed his every last cent for failure to pay taxes for more than a quarter of a century.(well, that and the fact that the darn fool for all his supposed brilliance, had invested 22 million in that weasel Bernie Madoff).

    In the end, Dulcie exacted the fullest and sweetest revenge, she not only had squirreled away 109 million of monetary assets during her union with Prescott, she found there was a niche market for less attractive, heavier set mature women in both the fashion and the porn industry, which addressed all of her wants, not just her needs.
     
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    (apologies for the lack of an all out orgy there, am trying to create the next part which should be better. Sort of fill in the years.)
     
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    LOL! Love it I can see this being a movie
     
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    Thank you. Now if I can just get George Lucas to direct it (or at least fund the production).
     
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