Samantha's romance was getting really serious. We only met once in the

gym in the next few days, and he waited for her even after that. This

was supposed to be our last night together because on the next day I was

going back home. He did not respect this he even invited us for a

dinner. He was holding Samantha's hand, which made me even more

frustrated. "I would like to cook you something very special!" he said

with a big smile. I was sure this prick was thinking of having a

threesome. "I am not hungry." "C'mon Petra, Michael is a very good cook!

Let's go!" asked Samantha "I already bought everything." "I prefer to go

home. The train will leave early." "I will give you a ride. If you want

I can help you pack your things!" Samantha desperately wanted to save

the situation. "I am good with packing as well!" offered Michael. "I can

imagine!" I didn't try to conceal that I hated him "I already packed

everything." "If you two want to chit-chat about female issues I can

stay in the background..." "I don't think that would help!" I was very

angry and he just made me crazy. We reached Samantha's apartment where

we stood for a moment in annoying silence. "Are you sure, Petra?"

Samantha stepped towards the entrance. "I am." I nodded. "I even have

your favourite wine... At least drink a glass before you go!" "You are

very kind Sam, but I think I am just a fifth wheel. I don't want to

disturb you..." "Don't be a kid! You won't disturb us at all!" She

grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Really you don't have to

feel like that!" he added. "OK. Just a drink, then I will leave." An

idea flashed into my mind. I realized that the drugs were still in my

bag. I decided to go for this night. My favorite wine was his favorite

as well and we opened the second bottle even before the dinner was

ready. I wanted to drink only one glass and leave, but I wouldn't get

the opportunity to put the sleeping agent into their drinks. I managed

to put it in their glasses when Samantha got the next bottle and Michael

was still in the kitchen. I didn't wait any more. I got up and told them

that I was leaving. Samantha tried to convince me to stay, but I had

done everything that was necessary to prepare a perfect night. I hoped

that they would drink their wine soon. She escorted me to the door: "I

have to tell you that I am a bit disappointed in you" she said it in a

low but sharp voice. "You?" I snapped. "Keep it down! I don't want

Michael to hear us!" she glanced back towards the kitchen. "I thought

you were more mature, and you behaved like an adult. I didn't expect

this kind of behavior from you. I understand that it is not an good

feeling to see that another has something that you don't..." "What are

you talking about? You shouldn't lecture me about behavior, because you

are the one who didn't respect my feelings. I thought we could have a

nice evening together. I hoped you would tell me about your

relationship... You are the one who let me down!" "I'm sorry Petra!" she

touched my shoulder and tried to raise my head to be able to look into

my eyes. "You should understand that this is important to me." "Yesss I

know" I sighted and moved towards the stairs "I know..." "Petra,

please!" I stopped in the staircase and I heard her close the door. I

sneaked back and I inserted my key and opened the door. They were in the

kitchen and I sneaked into the sleeping room and from there out to the

balcony. If they discovered me I would tell them that I came back to

apologize - not that I wanted to. The flat had a long balcony and there

were exits to the terrace from the living room and from the sleeping

room too. I saw the dining table through the venetian blinds. The

glasses were still full with wine. After a while they returned. Michael

kissed her on the neck as she put down the bowl with the food. They

started to eat. Both of them sipped the wine after every other bite.

When they were ready Michael's glass was empty and he poured some more

for both of them. Samantha got up and put on some music. They sat down

on the couch with glasses in hand. They started to kiss, and I was glad

that they didn't have too much time. After a while she went towards the

bathroom and he poured some more wine for himself. He didn't drink it

because he fell asleep. Since Samantha did not come back I went inside

and I found her sleeping on the toilet again. I gave her the

N-mobilisine injection and I had dinner before I pulled her over to the

bed. I prepared the bed with my towel again, and this time I didn't

bother to watch her life signs carefully as I was sure she would be

fine. For this occasion I put a scarf over her eyes to blindfold her and

earplugs into her ears. Before the sleeping agent dissolved I already

started to play with her gorgeous body. When I realized that she was

awake her pussy lips were already swollen and red from the sucking. I

started to play with her clitty. Her sex instantly started to get wet. I

heard low almost inaudible moans from her as my tongue circled around

her erect clit. I began to flick it with my tongue. At first only slowly

and lightly touching her clit with my tongue, then again as I increased

my speed and pressure as well. I felt her enhanced breathing and I

really had a great time playing with her most sensitive organ. I slurped

her nectar from her dangling lips and entrance before I started to

massage her pussy with my hand. I was still angry with her and all of my

fury concentrated on the little pink bundle of pleasure. I rubbed her

clitty continuously with incredible speed and ferocity. She made a low

throaty sound continuously, I was not sure if she was in pain or in

pleasure. I wanted to inflict pain so I forced my whole fist into her

pussy. Since I am very petite I have small hands, but it didn't get in

very easily. I wanted to hurt her because she let me down. I was sure

that it was a painful experience for her. I didn't care about leaving

some kind of an evidence that her dreams are real. I was just fucking

her like crazy until my arm and hand were hurting from the exertion. I

lost control totally. I suddenly realized that Michael moved, that the

sleeping agent had slowly dissolved in his robust body. I quickly gave

him a new dose with a syringe. He was on the verge of consciousness

because he jerked when the needle pieced his skin through the fabric of

his jeans. I got back to the tortured pussy of my beloved. I grasped her

lips at the very base and pulled them downwards towards me. Despite my

firm grip they slowly slipped out of my fingers. I grabbed them again at

the base and repeated the pulling. I continued this for a hundred times,

then I had to pull Samantha back onto the bed because I had pulled her

down to the end of the mattress because I really applied a lot of force.

I liked those huge flaps. I started another stretching season. This time

I worked only on one labium at a time. I clutched it in the middle with

both hands and stretched the soft skin in opposing directions, upwards

and downwards. This way I could enjoyed the view of her enormous flaps'

breadth. I repeated it hundred times on both sides. At the end her lips

were flaming red. Samantha had a very nice clitoris. I grabbed it

between my thumb and index finger and tugged it. She moaned very audibly

this time and she even tried to move, but her nerves weren't ready for

the job and only her muscles trembled in a few desperate attempts. After

tugging her clit a few more times I decided to leave. This time it was

very easy to keep her pussy open while I give the injection into the

wall of her vagina. I collected my things and I pulled her over to

Michael. I put them in each other's arms and left. I didn't had any time

to sleep before I caught the train. My mother waited at the train

station. I didn't have a good relationship with her, but it was nice to

see her. I didn't want to call Samantha because I still had ambivalent

feelings. My curiosity won at the end and I called her in the evening.

Because she didn't know my home number she wouldn't be able to reach me.

"Hello Samantha!" "Petra!" her voice sounded worried "I am glad to hear

you! Did you have a good trip?" "Yes. Thank you." "Well..." she sighted

after a long silence "Please tell me, are still you mad at me?" "Yes." I

told her the truth without hesitation. "But I think we both overreacted.

You have become a very desireable woman. I have to accept that." "Thank

you!" "Now tell me how was the dinner?" "The dinner was fine, but there

was something wrong..." she replied in a low voice. "What do you mean by

that?" "Well I'm really not sure. I fell asleep right after dinner."

"Ahh! I can imagine how disappointed he was..." I laughed outloud.

"There is something that happened with me while I was asleep." "Did he

try to...?" "I don't know. I had a strange dream. Kind of... I dreamt

about you!" "Like what?" "I don't remember" she lied. She sighed again

"I think he maybe tried to fuck me..." "Are you serious?" I interrupted

her. "I really don't know but my pussy hurts like hell. It feels like

thousand horses fucked me through the night." "How did he behave in the

morning?" "He was normal. He was ashamed because he fell asleep. At

least that was what he told me." "Did you believe him?" I asked her

hoarsely. "Actually no. I really don't know what to think. He seemed so

nice!" she fetched a sigh. "It doesn't make a sense. I would have let

him fuck me anyway..." "Yesterday I fell asleep very quickly as well" I

told her suddenly "I almost was sound asleep even on the way home..."

"It happened to me a few times before. I suddenly got very tired and

fell asleep quickly." "Well it doesn't matter how tired you were. I

don't think that he could do anything to you without waking you up!"

"Yes. You are right! But what happened then with my cunt?" asked

Samantha. "Tell me about it!" "It is like... Well it does look a little

bit unusual. My lips are extremely floppy and they are sore at

touching... and... and... my inside is aching and burning very badly.

It's red over all." "Maybe you have some kind of infection. You should

see the doctor!" "I don't know. I didn't have anybody for a while. Well

maybe the swimming pool." "You got a point there. Do you remember that

you always told me that mine are hanging lower..." "Is yours all right?"

she broke off. "Certainly." "Then I'll go see the doctor on Monday. I

let you know about the results. Good bye, and take care!" "You too! And

be careful with that guy!"