The Chatroom 4 by lopezboy ([email protected])
The moment Andre saw Angela’s nick in the chat room he knew she’d returned to complicate his life further. There was simply no escape. She had possessed him in ways that his brilliant mind couldn’t figure. Her dark tale of an on going rendezvous with the devil had grown on him like a killer weed, gnawing him at the core.
Ah, the cat-and-mouse games chatters play; the challenge of nailing the most evasive prey. He was unbeatable until now. Angela presented the most interesting and most horrifying target. She’s corroding the steel fences in his head. The sanity line breached.
But he’s not gonna be beaten … never…
******
Angela’s narrative continues
Angela: …I squirmed when Jason’s tongue reached my clit, the pleasure it brought me was unbelievable. His tongue made li’l circles and after a short while, I felt my juices freely flowing off my legs. Barry started recording the whole thing. Shame was out of the window now. I made love with his camera the way I did Jason’s. Jason told me to turn around which I did, I raised my butt so he’d have better access, expecting his huge penis to enter me, but he had a different idea – more pleasurable idea. He lifted my ass and from behind licked my pussy and my other hole with one stroke of his mighty tongue. A huge scream and orgasm overtook me. His tongue was driving me nuts. It continued like this for a few more minutes. The scent of my aching pussy, my growing moans wafted through the room. Then I felt his huge cock entering me from behind. I started to meet him, pushing and grinding and rocking my butt to meet his pulsating manhood. I turned my head around to see him…Shit! It wasn’t Jason humping me, but Barry! He was just as huge.
At this point, Andre grabbed his cock from inside his jockeys … started stroking … not so much from the x-rated porn playing inside his head, he was deriving very little pleasure from Angela’s narrative. He was in fact angry, very angry! Andre hated the idea that a chat mate, for the first time, was actually calling the shots. And here he was, a passive participant. He was supposed to be the lord of the internet jungle. But like a boulder going downhill, Angela was running him over. Unstoppable.
Angela: Barry started to thrust, it was violent. He just attacked my pussy like it would somehow go away in a second. In and out he went, until I had to grab my panties and stuff it inside my mouth. I couldn’t stop screaming from both the pain and pleasure of it. Then Jason from nowhere pulled my face to his raging manhood, asking me for a blow job. I hesitantly opened my mouth, til I smelled the musk of his penis – that somehow made me more horny than I already was. I held his cock and stroke it while my tongue played with the helmet. It didn’t take long before the three of us came…
Andre came just a few seconds after Angela had rounded up her story. His cock still pulsating…
Angela: Andre, I need help. I want to get away from this bondage…
Andre: I might just be able to help you….
Angela: How…?
***
It had been a hell week for Andre, a week had passed since her last chat with Angela. Barely did he sleep. The violent stray gene he must have inherited from a cold-blooded ancestor had kept him awake most of the time. In high school, he was feared as a rabid pitbull. Mostly a loner, very few dared cross that invisible line he created around him. A few did. Fratmen who tried to test his mantle, bullies who envied his aura of invincibility, hardcore wannabes who wanted to make a toughie impression. All of them fell by the wayside – battered, blued, embarrassed, limping.
He could have graduated with honors, but his being short fuse and his violent tendencies had kept him from the spotlight of the academe, something he silently regretted.
Now he’s just a few hours away from once again unleashing that dark side of him…Jason …
***
The sandwich was fine. Not great.
Jason studied the person across his table, the guy seemed familiar, he knew he’d seen him before. There was something threatening about his looks. Jason felt some coldness ran down his spine. Or was it just his imagination. He continued to munch on his sandwich while observing his fellow students in the cafeteria. He made one more glance at the person.
He was gone.
Jason decided that after he got to Angela’s he was going to ask his dad for a vacation in Bohol . Chocolate Hills. Loboc. Tarsiers. Panglao. It would be great, he thought. Maybe he could bring in Angela, sex had never been better with her.
***
Angela was feeling guilty for sharing Jason’s photos and schedules to Andre. The idea was to intimidate Jason into leaving her. She thought it’s the right time to finally leave this kid who had made her into some sort of a whore. The only way she knew was to seek help. She’d get a message from the Andre anytime soon.
She received a text from Jason, he is coming over. Taking a shower before getting laid seemed to be the natural course, so she did. She started to the shower, dropped her nighties, leaving no panties on. Ah, the soothing, cleansing power of water on her face, on her body…Thoughts of Andre crossed her mind; he’d been his confidante in the all this mess. Always gracious, sweet, smart, always willing to listen to her endless narratives sexual or not. She just felt instant connection with him even during their first chat. She ran her fingers through her ample breasts, toyed with her areola. It felt good. She went farther down….past her flat and smooth tummy, to her navel that resembles Jason’s charming dimples…. and there…touching the captain of her sexual vessel … she started to moan. Then all of a sudden the pleasure started to flicker and slowly fade. She couldn’t come. Thoughts of how Andre’s gonna carry out the plan worried her …it could get violent.
Angela went out of the shower. Jason should be here any moment now, unless Andre had carried out his plan.
Her phone vibrated. It was a text message …. Jason’s dead. (To be concluded)