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Payback Is A Bitch

By: bbkradwell



...Please read my other stories if the references in this one don't make sense. 
Thanx
-The Author

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Well, the house is full of kids!!! Just what I always wanted! 

That was the reason Amber and I had picked out this big sprawling estate; we wanted a big family.

Although, this isn't quite what either of us had in mind when we bought the place.

Whoever said, "Be careful what you wish for..." might have been thinking about us.

Amber, my wife of six years, (and still the most beautiful girl in the world) was getting along great with Melissa and our children. Actually, since "Mel" had moved in to the guest house of our sprawling estate, Amber and Mel have become best friends. You could even say they are like "sisters," the way they carry on. And when Amber's cousin, Nathalie, is with them... Well, forget about ever trying to get a word in edgewise; because, they NEVER shut up! And they spend all day together, just talking each others' ears off. But, it is great having three beautiful, young women around the house. They each take care of all the kids. (Amber had given birth to Megan, who was now three. "Nat" had a daughter, Nora, now a year old. Mel had given me a son, Christopher Jr., also a year old.) Its like, each of my little children has three "Mom's."

Nat's the only one who breast feeds the babies, so she is more than just the nanny, obviously. She is the "Earth-Mother" of our extended-family.

So, when my parents offered to take their grand-children to their house for the week, my wife and I agreed that it might be fun for the adults in the house to have some time alone.

Amber, Nat and Mel went to go see a "chick-flick" in town, leaving me to fend for myself, for the evening. I decided to watch a porn video that I'd rented from Tom's Porn Shoppe. He'd told me it would surely get me, Amber and anyone else, in the mood for some wild sex. I never really need help in that department; what with three perpetually horny women in the house, always ready/eager to screw my brains out:

Amber is 25 years old. 32-22-32. Dirty-blond hair. Five feet tall. She still looks like a 15 year-old, when she wears her hair in pig-tails. She still has the tightest body I've ever fucked. And we still fuck on a daily basis. OK, so maybe "fuck" isn't quite the right word. "Make Love" is a good way to describe it, too. But, every once in a while, we just like to get right into the meat of the matter. You know, skip the forplay, rip off our clothes (or not,) stick my dick in her cunt and grunt like pigs in heat, til we cum. Amber is so orgasmic, I just have to put my penis into her shaved vagina and she cums before I'm in all the way! 

Nathalie (Nat)is 23. 34-24-33. Light brown hair. Four-foot-eleven. Nat is Amber's younger cousin. She has also been our "sex slave" for the past five years. (A title she prefers over "maid.") Nat has a real anal fixation: She can only get off when she has something shoved deeply into her anus. She still loves to be spanked, too. So, whenever Amber, Mel, or I feel particularly aggressive, Nat is the one we all turn to.

Melissa (Mel)is 30. 35c-24-34. Blond. Five-eight. Mel was my second lover. I was her first. We'd met at her college and, sort of, hit it off right away. Mel came into my life during a very sad time. Luckily, it didn't stay that way... Mel just loves to fuck. Any way. Any time. Any where! Mel and I have had sex in many strange and exotic locations. Usually outside, where we'll likely get caught, arrested, and put in jail. We've, so far, never been caught. But, I think she really digs the thrill of screwing in public places. Especially when someone is watching!!!

Anyway, back to my night alone...

The video had piqued my interest. So much so, that "Henry" was hard as a rock.

Then I heard a noise at the front door. The girls were home from their movie.

I decided to pretend I was asleep. When Amber came in and saw that I was "sleeping," she asked Mel and Nat to be quiet. Mel looked in on me and noticed my 7 inch erection. She told Amber, who told the girls that I was probably having a dream about them.(Luckily, I had taken a little, blue Viagrow tablet, earlier. I had wanted to stroke myself to an orgasm while watching the video. But, this was good, too!!!)

I was laying on the couch in only a red velour robe and a pair of boxers. The robe was open, so anyone could see my hard-on from fifty feet away. And since the girls were only ten feet away, well, I could hear the drool building up in their mouths with each passing second.

Mel was the first to approach my "sleeping" body. She started rubbing my groin through my shorts. I didn't move a muscle. It was difficult not to moan when I felt Nat slide my shorts down my thighs and off my feet, but I just lied there, with my eyes closed, trying, desperately, to keep my breathing at a slow and steady pace.

The three of them giggled when they saw Henry throb involuntarily. Then the little sadists started licking my penis. Quick, little licks at first, like a popsicle, then long, ssslllooowww licks; delighting in my discomfort. But, I was able to keep my composure. I kept my eyes shut and my breathing steady.

Then, just as I was ready to pop my cork... they stopped.

When I opened my eyes, they were gone. Just like that. I heard them saying goodnight to each other upstairs, then three doors closed, then nothing...

I sat there, watching poor Henry throb, extremely frustrated, for twenty minutes. Pondering what to do next, I came up with a plan. I'd show them that its not nice to fuck with me. (Unless, of course, they actually fucked me, that is!)

I waited another fifteen minutes and, quietly, snuck up the stairs. I left my robe on the couch (I don't know what happened to my shorts,) so I was naked as a Jay bird, as I crept into the guest room that Mel was sleeping in.

All the girls are sound sleepers, so I figured I'd be able to pull this off pretty easily. Plus, we've all, always slept in the nude, together and/or apart.

Mel was sleeping away, unaware of the "peril" her body was in. I pulled the covers off of Mel's delicious body and looked at her for a minute. Henry had softened a bit, but was now at his full seven inches, again and ready for action!

I'd grabbed a tube of K-Y from the bathroom and spread a thin layer all over my cock before entering Mel's room. I didn't want to wake her up with any forplay. She was sleeping on her side, facing the door. I just climbed into bed with her, careful not to wake her up. I lifted her left leg, slowly, and moved my pelvis against hers. Then I smoothly inserted Henry into her sleeping box. "OOOhhh," she groaned, as I sank the full length of my rod into the depths of her womanhood. I put my hand over her mouth, so she wouldn't scream and wake the others, and proceeded to fuck Mel. In and out. In and out, I went, sawing away at her cunt. Just as she was about to cum, I stopped. I pulled my dick out and got up from her bed and left her room, closing the door behind me, leaving her panting in the moonlight...

Nat was next.

I grabbed "Big Burt," Nat's favorite vibrator, from the toy closet in the hallway. I knew that Nat always sleeps on her stomache, so I greased the phallus up, using a lot of vaselline and quietly entered Nat's room. There she was... sleeping face down, with her bare ass up towards the ceiling. She seldom sleeps with covers over her delectable, nude body... A carry over from her days as our sex slave, when Amber and/or I would take her whenever we pleased.

I tiptoed across her floor, tied her wrists and feet to the corners of her bed (another throwback to her sex-slave days,) placed Big Burt against her buttocks, and slowly pushed it into the opening of her back-door. This caused her to whince. I'd used a damp washcloth to wipe off the K-Y and Mel's sex juices from my penis. I used the same cloth to stuff into Nat's mouth to keep her quiet, knowing full well that Nat always gets off on the smell and taste of another's sex.

I pushed Burt in all the way, then turned it on to the highest setting and stood back and watched the poor slut turn to Jello. I then left her there, moaning and groaning thru numerous orgasms, pulsating from within her rectum!

I silently entered the bedroom I share with Amber.

I looked at my lovely wife, sleeping in our bed. I then looked down at poor Henry and realized--- I still needed to cum. Henry was still hard as granite, so I yanked the covers off my wife, grabbed her sleeping legs, and pulled her body to the edge of the bed. I then plunged my erection into my wife's hairless cunt before she could even protest! 

"OOHHHH, shit, Chris!!!" she managed to grunt out, just before she had her first orgasm.

"That's for teasing me, downstairs, you little cunt!" I said to her. "And there's more where that came from!"

She was trying to get the sleep out of her eyes when I pulled out of her twat and flipped her over on her belly. I slapped her ass a few times. She started grunting as I spanked her. This just turned me on more. The Dom in me took over, again, as I grabbed my wife and pulled her over my knee. I started to haul into her ass in earnest, now. I just kept smacking away at her ass flesh, and it just got redder and redder! Ten, twenty, thirty? I lost count after that. Amber was crying and cumming! Cumming and crying! 

I stopped just before she was about to have her third orgasm and told her to get up on her knees and spread her ass cheeks! I grabbed a tube of sex lube that we keep on the nightstand, next to the bed (for emergencies) and slathered some all over my wifes hairless asshole, and plunged my raging cock in, all the way, to the hilt! My balls slapped against Amber's clit, which set her off on a climax that shook her to her core!! Her convulsions caused me to blow my wad, deep in her bowels, which only made her cum again!!!

We were both panting and breathing so hard, neither of us could talk. I pulled my penis from my wife's anus. It was still hard, thanks to the little, blue Viagrow pill. Amber wanted to suck me off. I asked her if she'd do it later, saying someone else needed it more. Then I remembered...

Nat! Oh, God! Poor Nat!! I'd left the big vibe in her ass!!! She'd probably be turned to soup by now, I worried!

I ran down the hall to her bedroom to help her, but I was too late!! She was unconscious from the pleasures emanating from within her rectum!!!

"I'm sorry, Nat. I'm sorry," I said, over and over, as I turned the vibrator off. Nat didn't hear a thing I said. She just laid there with a far-off look in her half-closed eyes.

I figured the only thing that could bring her back was something stiff up her pussy!

I untied her arms and feet, flipped her over and wiped my wifes sex from my dick with the cloth that was stuffed in Nat's mouth. I then eased my erection into Nat's very juicy pussy! I turned Big Burt on "low" and started to play with Nat's erect, inch long nipples. This woke her up, quickly! Her eyes widened to the size of tennis balls when Henry was completely inside her vagina!

I rolled over, with her on top and kept still, as Nat came back to life!! She started screaming, "Fuck me, Master! Fuck me! Make me cum, please, Sir! Make me cum, now!!!"

So I made her cum.

I stuck a thumb on her clitoris and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. This was a new experience for me, as I was rewarded with a mouth full of sweet, creamy, breast milk; something I'd never tried before! Nat moaned and stuck her other nipple up to her own mouth and started sucking the milk out of that one. This was too much for me and I told Nat that I was going to lose it, soon! Instead of pulling my dick out of her cunt and shoving it up her ass, which is what she usually did, she just clamped her twat harder onto my cock, and turned the vibrator in her ass up higher! The vibrations in her vagina were incredible! I blew my second wad of the night, up into her steaming honey-pot, screaming, "Take it, Slut! I love you, you fucking cunt, you!!!"

Panting, Nat rolled over, kissed me, tenderly on the lips, and whispered, "I love you, too, Chris."

Then she fell asleep.

I got out of Nat's bed and decided to check on Mel, again.

Mel had tried to go back to sleep, but I knew that she'd have no luck. Once aroused, Mel can do nothing else until she receives total sexual gratification.

Well, tonite was no different. I peeked in to see Mel, diddling herself in utter frustration. It was priceless. 

"That's what you get for messing with me," I said, stupidly. I say stupidly, because when she heard me and saw me, with my cock still hard, she jumped out of bed, grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me onto the bed, with a strength that belied her small frame. (Whoever called women the "weaker sex," never got in the way of my Mel when she's horny!)

Mel leapt up into the air, literally, and landed her cunt directly onto my erection, with such precision, it took my breath away!!!

She started rocking her pelvis, back and forth, slowly, at first. She increased the tempo after a minute or two, progressively getting faster, until neither of us could take any more and we both came, in simultaneous, mind shattering orgasms!!!

I thanked her for a lovely time and limped off to my own bed, completely forgetting that I'd wanted to get back at Mel for her earlier torture, until Mel said, "Sorry about tonight, Luv. But, thanks for the use of Henry! G'nite, Chris. I love you."

"I love you, too, Mel. And any time Henry and I can be of service... Well, you know...But, next time, please, just ask. OK?" 

And, with that said, I waddled off to bed. I hadn't cum so much in months!!!

Henry, The Magic Penis, was finally, happily, soft! And nothing, but NOTHING could revive him for the rest of the night...

Except...

Amber looked at my poor little fellow and smiled. And when Amber smiles, Henry always rises. Even now. (My wife must be a voodoo queen, or something. Because, she was able to raise the dead on that night, that's for sure!) Henry, actually got hard for my wife. Lord knows, he wouldn't'a done it for anyone else but Amber.

She started to suckle my poor flaccid penis. Then she started talking to it, while rubbing it, tenderly. Then she got it all hot with her saliva.

Once it was all wet, she started to blow on it. The sensations of hot, then cold, practically drove me out of my mind! And sure enuff, Henry started to gain back some of his earlier vigor! But, I knew Amber would not be satisfied until Henry was at his full seven inches...

What to do... What to do...

Amber jumped out of bed, ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She returned two minutes later with a smile on her face (Henry, again, started to jump from that) and a glass of ice water in her hands.

When I inquired about the water, Amber just asked me to lay back, close my eyes, and let her do the rest!

OK. I did as I was told. I then felt her hot mouth engulf my half-hard penis. She took me all the way into her mouth, then out again. This went on for a few minutes. Then she stopped. I heard the clank of the ice cubes in the glass, as Amber drank the water. I just thought she was thirsty.

Silly me, for when her mouth returned to my cock, it was really, fuckin' cold! Amber was rolling my dick around in her mouth, with an ice cube on her tongue!!!

Talk about conflicting sensations... YEEOW!!!

My wife's, normally, hot mouth now felt like the outside of an igloo! Henry was diggin' it, tho', and started to regain his full luster, as he banged in to my wife's throat!

Once, finally, up to his rigid best, Amber sat up and slid her tight pussy down the length of my re-awakened penis. God! More conflicting sensations! Hot mouth to cold mouth to boiling, hot cunt... I was going crazy!!! Amber was, as usual, off in a world of her own orgasmic-making. She was babbling, incoherently, not making any sense, just one continuous orgasm... And I just love to watch her when she gets in a trance like this!! Her face takes on a really healthy glow, that extends all the way down to her toes! I'm telling you, Amber has an out of body experience every time she has an orgasm!!!

I didn't know if Henry had anything left in him, at this point, so I figured that he'd stay hard for hours. But, I really needed to sleep. I'm not a young kid any more, plus, I'd been fucking all night...!

The only way to get Amber back to the real world is to make her cum, and by "cum," I mean hit her G-spot!

Fortunately, Amber's pleasure node is easy for me to stimulate. Thanks to the shape and angle of my penis, all I really need to do is get on top, with her knees over my shoulders and plunge in at a certain angle... Which I did!!! With predictable results.


I sank my penis into my wifes tight, sticky vagina. 

One stroke. Two strokes. Three strokes.**BANG!!**

That third stroke gets her every time!

I must have really hit it hard, this time, 'cause she screamed, as if in pain, then let out with a groan that, I was sure, was going to wake Mel and Nat from their fuck induced coma's! Then, her juices started squirting---all over the bed, me, and six feet across the floor!!!

Amber, God bless her, was finally satisfied. I didn't even mind not cumming. Truth to tell, Henry only got hard by the sheer force of my wife's will. And now that Amber was unconscious, so was Henry! As if by magic, when I rolled off my wife, my erection rapidly diminished, to it's one inch-by-one inch, relaxed size!!! 

Amber was happy. Melissa was happy. Nat was happy. Henry was definitely happy. I was completely happy. All our sexual appetites had been sated, for the time being!!!

All was right with the world.

I finally drifted off to sleep, dreaming of my beautiful girls, and what kind of sexual adventures we would have--- tomorrow!

Good night, dear reader...

I love you, too.

Payback is a Bitch



I was feeling a bit tipsy as I topped off the two glasses and dropped the empty wine bottle in the trash. I had a splitting headache that wasn't responding to aspirin, and I had nothing stronger.

"Sandy?" Julie, my best friend, called from the living room, "You put the other bottles in the fridge?"

"Yeah, they should be cold by the time we finish these."

"Great. Looks like we're here for the night."

As I plopped down on the sofa, and handed her her glass, I said, "I'm really sorry to make us miss the club cause of this stupid headache!"

"Don't be silly," she said, "we haven't had a quiet Friday night to ourselves for a long time. It's about time we did."

"Yeah, maybe you're right. This is nice, except for the pain, which, I'm working on." I held up my glass in a mock toast, and took a large drink.

Julie stood up and walked toward the front door. "Well, as long as we're having a girl's night in, I'm going to go put on some nice, comfy shorts. Be right back."

"Sounds like a great idea," I said, as she left for her next-door apartment.

I went into the bedroom and took off my tight jeans and low cut shirt I was going to wear to the club, and got out some much more comfortable short (very) gym shorts and the button-up blue satin shirt I usually sleep in. I never wear panties or a bra around the apartment, and especially not when I have a headache, so I dropped them in the hamper, and rubbed the bra marks as I slipped on my shirt. At thirty-seven and never married (no children either), I still looked pretty good, I thought. I'm five-three and soaking wet weigh no more than one-fifteen on a good day. My figure is still good, though petite … or athletic, is what some call it-I'd call it small breasted, but at least they still point where they're supposed to. My stomach is flat, because I work out daily, and the legs are good enough to let me do thirty minutes on the stairmaster four times a week. Not too bad, all in all.

I finished buttoning up my shirt as I walked back into the living room, and the top button dropped off in my hand, damn it! Well, no one to see a little cleavage (a lot really) but Julie, so, no harm done. She came back in as I headed for the sofa, and true to her word, she'd dressed for comfort. She's a thirty-six yr old, five-foot six-inch blonde-we'd both gone ash blonde at the same time-"for moral support," we'd said. She's almost as petite as I am, but with much larger breasts and truly great legs. She had changed into loose, cut-off sweat pants, and a tight, white t-shirt with the neck cut out to show off her nice cleavage-she was a knockout. This was typical of the way we dressed when just lounging around at home.

As we sat back down on the sofa, I rolled my head around and flexed my neck, back and shoulders, trying to relieve some of the pain. Julie sat down just behind me, and I felt her hands touch my neck, and her fingers gently dig into my neck muscles in a slow, gentle massage. I jumped, startled slightly when she touched me, … we aren't really the touchy, feely kind of friends.

She kept her hands there, but stopped, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought this might help your head."

"No," I said, "You just surprised me, that's all. It feels nice."

She resumed her impromptu massage, and I sat in place and let her work. She was really good; her fingers softly dug into the muscles on both sides of my neck, and her thumbs ran up and down on either side of my spine. After a few moments her hands moved to the muscles where my shoulders and neck came together, and she continued the same slow, deep movements; I had to steady myself as I relaxed my shoulders-this really felt good. Her hands, while keeping the slow massage going, kept in contact with my skin as she worked her way farther out to my shoulders, and, due to the newly lost top button, caused my shirt to move open with them-but I really didn't notice.

She had moved closer to me from behind, but that was natural to grip better.

"You ok?" she asked... very softly, almost in my ear.

"Oh, that feels wonderful," I said. "You've got great hands-you should license those."

I was feeling a bit unsteady from the wine, and as her hands worked up and around the base of my neck, I leaned back into her just a bit, then caught my self and sat back up.

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"It's ok, relax," she said, and gently pulled me back into her.

I let myself relax against her and just enjoyed her fingers, which were working on the tight muscles at the base of my throat, and were now working more gently and softly than before. I'd never felt such a gentle touch. She reached up with her right hand to my forehead, and gently put my head back onto her left shoulder, and helped support my weight with her left hand under my left arm. It was as if I was being cradled in softness, and gentle touches were taking my pain away. I realized this was a bit strange, but my head was feeling much better, and I was so relaxed, I wasn't thinking about much but the fingertips of her right hand, which were gently caressing the base of my throat, then out along the top of my collarbone, and back again. My nightshirt, with it's missing top button, was laying open and exposing my left breast-I knew, because I could feel the air on the nipple contrasting with the satin fabric rubbing gently on the right one. 

I didn't know what Julie must think of me, with my breast hanging out like that; I should close my shirt, but when I moved my left hand to do that, she reached and pushed it back.

"You're fine like you are," she said.

As she moved her arm back, it accidentally rubbed across my exposed nipple, and caused me to gasp.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.

"Not a problem," I managed to get out, in a strained voice. 

She didn't realize what had happened, and I didn't believe it; I'd had a deep, sexual reaction to her touch. A hot rush had spread from the inside of my thighs up into the pit of my stomach and poured outward from there. I'd never had a reaction like that from being around a woman before-hell, I'd never had that strong a reaction before, at all-period! I was shocked, and would be mortified if she had noticed, but she couldn't help but notice the way both my nipples were now perked up and hard as hell! I couldn't hide those. I started to get up, but Julie put her hand on my chest and gently pulled me back into her. She pressed my head back into her throat and shoulder, and resumed the relaxing caresses to my throat and upper chest. But something was very different now-I could feel the softness of Julie's breasts like before, but now, her nipples were pushing against my back like two tiny diamonds! My mind was rushing towards overload... as the caresses continued.

I didn't know what was going on here... if anything... or what I should do about it... if anything... or what was... oh geezzz, I didn't know shit! But those damn fingers of hers... it had to be my imagination, and just coincidence; my headache was almost gone, after all, and Julie was definitely not lesbian... and I sure as hell wasn't, so what was the problem? Just enjoy the sensations, Sandy, and don't look a gift massage in the... what … fingers? Yeah, those fingers... they were slowly working around from the base of my throat across my chest to the top of my breasts, and then back up my neck and onto my face. My eyes were closed, and she let her fingers lightly trace across my eyelids and onto my cheeks, and slowly... ever so slowly around my mouth, then she ran her forefinger across my lips. I was surprised enough to slightly part my lips, but she didn't stop her finger... she didn't get it wet either, cause I was so damn nervous my lips were so dry I couldn't have whistled if my life depended on it. By pure instinct, my tongue moved to moisten my lips, and the damn thing brushed Julie's finger-she re-traced her path back across my now moist, but trembling lips, and then around my face. It felt wonderful, but I didn't dare open my eyes and risk looking at her-my exposed nipple now felt as if it could cut glass.

She shifted her body a bit, and I started to sit up, thinking she was moving.

"No," she said.

That was all she said as she shifted her weight, and moved so that one leg was drawn up behind me, her right leg stretched out along my right side. I was still cradled in what I now thought of as "in her arms", and had to admit it felt nice.

"I should move. This has to be uncomfortable for you," I said.

"Ssshh, I'm just fine. You need to relax and not worry so much. Now just be still and enjoy things for a change." With that, she gently brushed back my hair, and lightly kissed me on the temple. 

Strange as it sounds, that didn't seem all that weird... really.

She resumed her massage/caress to my throat and chest, and I settled back into my previous position... but there was a problem: Julie's right leg was now stretched out several inches from my right leg, and to rest my arm in a comfortable position, I had dropped my hand onto the inside of her thigh, right where her shorts opened. I didn't realize this at first, and let my hand rest there for a few minutes (actually three or four), while I enjoyed those fingertips again. Then I realized where my hand was, and jerked as I quickly tried to find a safer place, mortified at what she must think of me with my exposed breast (and it's traitorous nipple), and now my having tried to grope her crotch! She didn't react as I tried to find another spot for my arm. Whatever I tried, every other position was just plain awkward.

Finally, she stopped her caresses, reached over and took my wrist, and placed my hand back where it was. Actually, I think it was even closer to... you know... and leaned and whispered in my ear.

"It's ok, just relax. It's only us here... and whatever it is, it is. So just relax, and don't worry so much."

I had no clue what she meant by that, and I damn sure wasn't going to move around enough to move my hand. When she had shifted, she had also moved her left arm more around me so that her hand was resting on my left side just below the side of my breast. The good news was that my headache had almost gone away, and that both our breasts had gone back to being just "plain old friends" soft again; my goofy thoughts were obviously just that, and as for that wave of heat-well, that was probably just the wine. Then she moved her leg-oh shit! Not good.

As Julie began to stroke the side of my neck once again, and let her fingers flow over to my left shoulder, her right leg shifted slightly... just enough to cause my hand to slip, and my thumb to lightly rest on the skin just inside the opening of her shorts. Now, we had seen each other naked before, and both of us kept ourselves shaved, with just a small, well trimmed patch of hair (a landing strip, they call it), just above our pussies... so I knew what that skin was, and it wasn't her leg. I froze, which only made it worse, cause there my thumb was... resting up against the lip of her pussy, and my fingers spread out on her inner thigh like some high school kid about to get his finger wet! Her only reaction was to stop her hand on my shoulder, and wait for a split second before continuing. I tried to be cool and eased my hand back down her leg a few inches, which made it seem as if I caressed her inner thigh-at least that's what her breasts thought; I felt her nipples become instantly hard and she let out a little sigh almost right in my ear... her warm breath streamed across my neck, and just as suddenly, my nipples were back to full attention again-damn! 

Julie's fingertips stroked down to the top of my exposed breast and made a few circles there, and then came in and a little down into what little cleavage I had. Instead of going back up like she had been doing, though, she came around to the outside and traced the outer edge of my breast almost to the bottom curve. I didn't think this had anything to do with my headache, or a massage, but I had no idea what to do... it did feel incredibly good, after all, and she couldn't mean anything by it... right?... right? Her hand moved to re-trace her path, but as she did, her palm lightly brushed my already erect nipple-not like before, but slow and sensually. That hot flush rushed through my thighs again and exploded in my stomach; it was all I could manage not to gasp. There was no doubt that she did that one on purpose, and no doubt that my nipple damn well liked it-it was ready to cut glass again! I couldn't, however, keep my hand from tensing and gripping more tightly to Julie's thigh... that silky thigh... STOP IT, SANDY! Geezzz! 

I was beginning to get more and more confused, but it was becoming clear that my best friend was making a move on me; and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I mean, I'm no prude... I'm as open minded as the next girl... I thought. I'd had the "what if" and the "would you, if" discussions with the girls at our get-togethers over the years, and had been one of the more adventurous sounding ones there. Was it all just talk? … YES! I was scared here: scared to open my eyes-scared to breath-scared to move-scared not to. I wished to hell I was a lot more drunk than I was, then it would be easy to... what?... What, Sandy? Lay back and let it happen? Is that what I would do if I could blame it on being drunk? Deep down, is that what I would do-fuck my best friend? I didn't get to the answer-I was brought back to reality (reality?) by fingernails-four of them slowly chasing goose bumps towards my right shoulder.

Julie then switched to those fingertips again, and slowly ran them down my right arm till she covered my hand with hers. She stopped there and gently pressed it into her thigh, making my fingers grip her leg in a sensuous grip I didn't totally resist. I was being carried away by something I didn't understand, but the fire that was starting to burn in my loins was stronger than any I'd ever felt. She tried to move my hand up her thigh, but I resisted. Her left hand moved to gently cup my exposed breast as her thumb ran round and round on the tiny bumps raised on my crinkled aureola, and every few trips, paused to press and bend my eraser-sized nipple... she gently but deeply rolled my entire nipple between her thumb and forefinger; the sensation was the strongest I'd ever felt there, and it moved with that quivering, electric shiver down to the center of my belly, at the same time a long gasp escaped my lips. I opened my eyes and looked over into Julie's soft hazel ones. She squeezed ever so slightly more.

"Oh God, Julie," I said, at the same time that the shiver collided with the hot flush rushing up from my thighs, and both combined to burst in a hot wave radiating from deep inside my lower abdomen-reversing to run a heated race to chase a wild tingle down my legs all the way to my toes, and at the same time to run that tingle's sister up into my throat with the heat of the chase hot on her heels. My body shook as a second, stronger wave followed, to be quickly chased by a third, almost overwhelming wave of mixed heat and electricity that caused my fingers and toes to momentarily go almost numb, and a rushing sound that shut everything else out for several seconds. As my body slowly came back to me, Julie's face came back into focus -- she had a little "I ate the canary" smile-I struggled to breathe.

I'd just had the strongest orgasm I 'd ever experienced... and just from having my nipple tweaked-damn! I felt my face flush, and my eyes tear up enough to cause Julie's face to blur as she leaned down and kissed me; the gentlest, but at the same time the sexiest kiss I'd ever had. At first I didn't respond, but then, I melted into her, and opened my lips and let her in to me, and me in to her. 

After that incredible kiss, I melted back into her, once again giving myself up to her ministrations... my mind racing, trying to catch up with the sensations my body was experiencing, but suddenly one stole all my attention... my forgotten right hand; it was still under hers, but was now being guided up her thigh towards the bottom of her shorts. I was way past the point of resistance, so I just waited to see what she would do with it … but I was afraid I knew. She continued upwards until the tips of my fingers were just starting to slip under the opening of her shorts, stopped, slid her hand off mine, and started down the outside of my leg with those soft caresses I was so familiar with. When she got to the end of her reach, she moved to the inside of my thigh and started back up. I had that warm feeling going again, but I was completely caught by surprise when her hand continued until it slid into the opening of my shorts and onto the now slick skin of my pussy. 

I gasped as the breath caught in my throat, and Julie slid her finger into the wetness between my lips, and moved to circle my clit. I didn't …hell, couldn't, do anything to protest as she moved two more fingers to softly spread the lips of my pussy, and began to circle and flick my clit with a slow tempo that increased to match my now ragged, but rapidly increasing breathing. My body was moving to an increasing rhythm, and Julie kept her finger in perfect pace with me. The feeling in my clit, radiating outward from so deep inside me, so soon after my previous orgasm, was so strong I thought I'd surely pass out, but no damn way was I going to miss this! My own hand had moved into Julie's shorts and mimicked her movements without my conscious control; I knew it was there, and what it was doing, but it didn't register right away that it was my first touch of another woman. When it did, I didn't waste a lot of thought on it-I was busy with bigger problems-like having the most earthshaking orgasm known to modern woman … or at least to me. 

As Julie moved her finger faster and faster, there was a split second pause as my body rose up and almost went rigid, then a simultaneous explosion in my pussy and every other part of my body with a heat wave that I thought would surely kill me. My vision filled with little silver spots as my throat struggled to get a breath, but the waves kept coming so fast, I literally couldn't breathe. After what seemed forever, the orgasms trailed off, and allowed me to take a breath.

"Fuck!" Was all I could say as I quivered with tiny aftershocks.

As I slowly regained control of my body and mind (yeah, right!), and enjoyed the warm glow still in my body, I could pay more attention to my hand, and to Julie … oh, yeah. My fingers were still in Julie's pussy … still slowly exploring her as if marking time until I could give them my full attention. 

"Sandy-damn," Julie let out another long sigh, much huskier than before.

I couldn't believe how incredible she felt as I moved my fingers between the lips of her labia, and let them slide the length of her pussy... which was so wet my fingers were covered with her slick, silky moisture. I'd never touched a woman like this, and couldn't believe I was doing it now, but the heat in my thighs, and my wet pussy told me I damn sure was. I was so wet I could feel it running down into the crack of my ass, which turned me on even more. I slowly ran my fingertip around the inside lips of Julie's pussy, and then back outside to the tender skin between there and the joining of her hip and thigh, causing a shudder to run through her … payback's a bitch!

I still couldn't believe I was doing this, but there was no way I could stop... I was going to... well... I was... shit! I was going to fuck Julie's brains out, and I was damn well going to enjoy it!

Keeping my hand where it was, I rose up (she didn't try to stop me this time), and turned around till I faced her as she lay back against the sofa cushions. I slowly unbuttoned my nightshirt and let it fall from my shoulders. Now freed and open for inspection, my breasts were tipped with two eraser-sized nipples that begged to be sucked-but first things first. Julie was now facing me, eyes locked on my breasts, legs spread apart on either side of me; I put my hands on the inside of those beautiful legs and pushed up the inside of her thighs as I worked my way forward on my knees. I kept right on going past her shorts, after pausing just long enough to make her suck in a quick little breath, and slid my hands up under her t-shirt until I cupped each of her nearly perfect breasts, and softly kneaded them as I leaned forward and pulled her shirt up over her head, and flung it away as I locked my eyes to hers. I leaned into her and took her face in my hands as I brought my lips to hers, our breasts pushed together, and sealed another, more urgent kiss. Our tongues met as our lips pressed and moved at a fever pitch that left us both breathless when we finally pulled apart. I ran my tongue around the outer line of her mouth... then down towards her throat as she moaned and laid her head back into the sofa. 




Payback is a Bitch



My lips and tongue followed my fingers as I moved along the tender hollow of her neck, and onto her chest where those beautiful breasts lay in wait; her light brown nipples so hard they must be as painful as mine should be (but weren't). My nipples were caressing her body as I lowered myself down until my mouth came to her right breast; my tongue traced the line of it around and underneath... causing another shudder to run through her. Continuing up slowly towards the nipple from below, I changed direction just before my tongue reached it, and traced a circle around it on the soft skin just outside the brown halo; this caused her to shudder even more, and to grab my shoulder and squeeze … payback is a bitch. 

I repeated these teasing movements several more times until I finally took her entire nipple into my mouth, very gently, and ran my tongue around the tip of it, while gently sucking deeply in that way that makes me feel weak, and at the same time almost sends me into spasms deep inside-it apparently did that to Julie, too.

I released her and ran my fingernails down the front of her stomach... following with my lips and tongue, leaving warm tattoos of little kisses as I went. When my hands reached the waistband of her shorts, I stopped, and concentrated on her navel with my tongue... getting it all wet and sloppy, and causing her to squirm and give out a tiny giggle. That giggle froze when I started to pull down her shorts. I had to partially stand so I could get them off her legs, but that gave me a chance to take mine off... and there we were... staring at each other like never before-damn, but she was beautiful. I had a feeling deep between my legs that I couldn't describe, except to say hot... very hot... and it made my legs so weak, they were wobbly; as I knelt on the floor between Julie's legs and placed my hands on her knees, she looked at me.

"Oh, God, Sandy... damn."

"You started this," I said, as my voice trembled.

Julie just gave me one of those little curled lip, Ellen Barken looks, and the heat between my legs went up about three notches.

I pushed her legs open, and followed my hands up the inside of her thighs with a trail of hot breath, bringing instant goose bumps to every inch of those tight, muscular legs. As my fingers reached the meeting of her legs and body, I let my fingernails trace a slow pattern around the tender skin, and watched as her abdomen fluttered with little twitches; I let each of my forefingers pull its fingernail down the outer edge of her labia, and almost disappear into the crack of her ass-she almost raised off the sofa at that one. I continued to let my fingers run down her ass and to lightly flicker across its opening, bringing another moan and shudder... I filed that one for future reference... and then slid my hands around the outside of her legs, and gripped her inner thighs from the top.

I gave her a hot, wet kiss on the inner thigh, and followed by licking a path upwards into the tender skin my fingers had just left. I pulled her legs a bit further apart to better expose her to me and kissed her about three inches to the left of her pussy, right in that tender hollow that everyone always seems to forget. I used the full width of my tongue as I slowly licked the entire area there and around to the other side, ignoring everywhere else, except to lightly brush her clit with my cheek as I came across the top (this got a much louder moan, but I wasn't going to be sidetracked that easily). I brought my tongue down to the super-sensitive area between her pussy and her ass, and concentrated on tickling this and the sides of her thighs that came together there. Julie was squirming, and moaning, so I knew she was enjoying this-I guess I was doing ok for my first time... I was just doing what I knew I liked, and it seemed to be working. 

While my tongue was teasing this best area, and just up to the lower parting of her pussy, my right hand had slid around to let my finger... yes, that one... begin to trace light patterns on the inside of her thighs. I began to allow my tongue to lick the outside lips of her engorged labia, and return down the tart, tangy edge of them... first one side, then the other. My finger lightly flickered across her asshole and she tensed and moaned louder-I could take a hint; I let my finger rest on the opening, and put just the slightest pressure, and release … then repeat, in a pulsing movement that brought a rhythmic motion to her hips. I slowly drew my tongue to this area, and traced a pattern around it in a wet tracing... her wetness was still on my tongue with a tartness that was as much sensation as it was taste. I replaced my pulsing finger with my tongue, and rolled it around the edge of her opening-she sucked her breath in till I thought her lungs would burst, and then let it out in a long, loud, raspy sound.

"Oh, Sandy... oh, please... please!"

I slipped the very tip of my tongue about a quarter inch inside her, and drew it almost back out, and then back in again... and then about a half an inch in, and she clamped down on my head with her thighs, gave a load groan and came with a shock wave that shook both of us. I held her tightly around the thighs and let her rock us. As she settled back into the sofa with a low sigh, and a stroke of my hair, I grinned my own little "ate the canary" grin... I wasn't done yet... and neither was she-payback is a bitch!

I gripped her with my left arm, and licked up towards her wet, flushed pussy, not stopping to tease, but filling her pussy lips and covering her with my mouth, so as to let none of her escape me. I took her totally by surprise. As I covered her clit, I didn't take time for any subtleties-we were beating to a different tempo now, and I didn't want to lose the moment! I took her upper pussy into my mouth as if it were a soft ice cream cone, and tried my best to suck it all in at once... then rolled my tongue around her clit at double time-round and round and round and round!

She tensed up on her heels and brought her ass off the sofa at the same time I inserted my first two fingers into her pussy, and, with my palm facing me... curled those two fingers, and began a rhythmic "come here" motion, with the tips rubbing against the front wall of her vagina, right where her G spot should be... should be. I guess I must have hit something right, because the poor girl hit high C and started talking in tongues at the same instant. She bucked, and shook... literally screamed out my name four times... took a double handful of my hair, and pulled my face into her pussy so hard I almost lost two teeth and suffocated before she was finished coming (all 6 times). 

Later, when we had caught our breath, and were lying naked, tangled together on the sofa, all wet and still quivering... Julie stopped playing with my nipple, and looked up at me.

"You know, it's going to be your turn next... and payback is a bitch!"

Yeah... didn't I know it!



Payback is a Bitch



This is a fantasy and a dream. I have wanted my stepdaughter, Beth, since her tits began to swell and grow over the last couple of years. She is 20 now and her tits didn't even begin to swell until she turned 17, a late bloomer you might say. She is a little thing, not quite 5 feet tall and weighing maybe 90 pounds soaking wet. Due to her size she wears what I call little girl panties, hard to find mature panties for someone as small as she is. By little girl panties I mean ones that are bright colors and have faces or sayings printed on them, the kind you find in stores that you know are meant for younger women.

The only thing she wears that shows her true age is her bra, very small, maybe a 32 or 34 around but with either a large B or a small C cup. Her tits flow over the top of the B cup bras but she doesn't quite fill out a C cup. I have admired and desired her tits for along time and enjoy a quick glimpse every chance I get.

She has a boyfriend and I know she is having sex. I can tell by the way they talk on the phone and have found pictures he sent her of his cock. Also in her phone I found pictures that she took of herself, actually self-shots of her rack and her parted thighs, showing her trimmed pussy. I jacked off to that one almost immediately and sent it to my phone, being careful to remove any trail showing I sent it to myself. To be honest I want to bend her over, rip those pretty panties from her and hate fuck her, playing with her ample tits the entire time. Now by hate fuck I don't mean anything painful, just fuck her senseless and wipe my cock clean either on her sheets or by forcing my meat down her throat and ordering her to lick me clean. 

She has never given me any respect even though I have provided for her every need, new clothes whenever she wants, a car to drive and almost no pressure to move out. The last one I almost regret. When she isn't working her part time job, she just lays on her bed and talks or texts whoever isn't working that day. She never gets dressed, just stays in her room and in my mind plays with her pussy while she talks to her boyfriend. She doesn't know but I have caught him fucking her late at night. The noises are unmistakable; I know they are fucking in my house. 

Maybe this is why I want her so badly. I know she is fucking, why shouldn't she fuck me in return for all I do for her? I mean why shouldn't I get some to repay me for the roof over her head and the car and the insurance? I won't need her all the time, just a couple times a month. Someone for me to fuck because her mother sure doesn't seem interested in sex anymore. 

I think the lack of sex in my marriage is what finally pushed me over the edge, jacking off only does so much; eventually a man has to fuck something, shoot his load deep into a mouth or a tight pussy and not on the floor or into his own hand. 

My chance for repayment finally came when she wrecked her car. Money was tight and I had increased her deductible to 2000 dollars to make her insurance affordable due to her many speeding tickets. She sure as hell didn't have the money and assumed that I would pay it for her. We talked about it a couple times when my wife was around, and she pretty much said that I should pay it, of course my wife took her side being the dumb bitch that she is. I know that she still thinks her little girl is still a virgin and I'm not going to do anything to change that perception. We talked it over and over, trying to decide where the money would come from. I have a little saved up for a rainy day and this was a big storm.

I told Beth that I would come up with the money and she needed to arrange for her car to be repaired. She just smiled her I told you so smile and strutted down the hallway. Now was my chance as I saw it. Once the shop had her car fixed I knew that they wouldn't release it until the total bill was paid, I finally had her. The shop called on Saturday and Beth went down to pick it up, the shop told her that she had to pay the bill completely before she could have it. She just smiled and told the guy that she would be back in a few minutes with the rest of the money. 

When she arrived at home I was the only one there and she walked up to me and told me that she needed the rest of the money so she could get her car. I smiled and said what money? She was taken back and in a pissy tone said the deductible; it has to be paid also before the shop will release my car. I smiled again and said I know that, what is it worth to you? 

Beth started to yell, telling me that her Mom said I would pay the rest of the bill. 

I nodded and added that her Mom said give, not me. 

Beth was speechless, she thought all along that I would just give her the money as I had her entire life and yet here I was asking what it was worth. She finally began begging, telling me she would pay me back, 

I stopped her short telling her that wouldn't happen and she knew it. 

She smiled her sweet little girl smile and again asked for the money. 

I asked her what was it worth to her to get her car back?

Beth's face turned to rage, and she started calling me every name in the book, from a worthless piece of shit to a bastard. She even swung at me before backing away and saying fuck you. 

I just smiled at her until she said that, then I got a smug look on my face and told her that might help. 

The look on her face turned from rage to disbelief. Yelling at me she said that she would tell her Mom what I had said and then I would get mine. 

I just kept smiling and asked her if her Mom knew about her fucking, should I tell her? 

Now she had a shocked look on her face, how did you know? 

I told her that she should be quieter when she gets fucked, especially in my house. I smiled at her, nodded and asked her again if I should tell her? 

Beth stepped back and didn't say anything for a while, I thought I had blown it, maybe gone too far to quickly. Beth gathered her composure and gave me a slutty look. 

"Lets get this straight," she said, "you want to fuck me then I get the money, is that right?" 

I nodded but added, more then once, even hookers don't charge $2000 per fuck. Your mom is gone all weekend and here it is almost noon so the bank will be closed before I can get the money. I think this would be a great way for you to begin repaying me for all I have done. 

Beth looked down at the floor and nodded a little. "Ok then let's get this over with." she said. 

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Once there I kissed her deeply but she didn't respond. I told her to strip and we could begin. She lifted her shirt over her head and her ample tits came into view, barely contained by her bra and spilling over the top. I licked my lips and tried to hide my desire a little. I didn't want her to know of my lust for her, just wanted her to think all I wanted was fucked for the money. 

Beth next slid her jeans down and her pretty panties came into view. She was wearing a pair with a big face printed on the front and I almost laughed, thinking that my face would soon be there. I roughly slid her panties down her legs to reveal her trimmed pussy. Now I usually want the pussy I'm going to lick shaved bare but hers was ok...neatly trimmed with just a mohawk over her slit. I laid her back on the bed and got between her legs. 

She objected a little saying that wasn't part of the deal. 

I ignored her and told her that everything was in the deal, I wanted to lick her and she couldn't stop me. She resisted a little, trying to hold her thighs together but I soon had them spread and my mouth working on her slit. 

I could tell that she was trying not to enjoy it, but the wetness of her pussy gave her away. Her pussy juice flowed uncontrollably and I did my best to lick it all up. I know she was getting very turned on; she started moaning and talking to me as I licked her. I ate her for ten minutes and she came hard at the end as I fucked her with my tongue and slid a finger into her tightness. Her pussy actually grabbed my finger and milked it as she came into my mouth. I continued to lick her as her climax completed and she regained her composure. 

I sat back and smiled at her, Beth actually smiled back and I knew that we would be better friends now that she knew how well I licked pussy. 

Beth just laid there smiling and finally asked me if I was planning on leaving her in that position? I smiled at her and turned her over onto her knees. Her pussy was made to fuck from behind and her slit leaked more juice down her legs. 

I think you all know what I am talking about, some women when you bend them over their pussy's are just there to fuck, doesn't seem to matter about their ass size, some women are just made to fuck doggy style. 

I held my cock and slid it around her pussy. She thrust back to me as my cock neared her wet slit but I held back, I wanted to make her beg for my cock and wouldn't fuck her until she did. Beth continued to try to impale her pussy on my cock, but I held her off and finally asked if she wanted me to fuck her. 

She almost screamed for me to fuck her and I thrust my cock deeply into her with one stroke, Beth let out a loud moan and screamed for me to fuck her hard. My cock pistoned into her tight pussy, I couldn't believe how tight she was. I tried to hold back my own cum as long as I could, but between her talking and her tight pussy my own cum was fast approaching. I thrust into her faster and faster and soon felt my cum rising to the tip. I pulled my dripping cock from her and turned her around just in time to shoot my load on her face and tits. 

Beth moaned and licked at my cock as the last cum shot from it. She looked beautiful covered in my cum and took her fingers and cleaned her tits off, bringing my cum to her lips and licking her fingers clean.

The rest of the weekend was amazing; we stayed naked the whole time since we were alone in the house. I think I fucked her 5 more times that weekend and several times since. I eat her pussy every time she offers it and a couple times I woke her up with my tongue. Our relationship is much better since we began fucking and Beth kids me saying that I should have fucked her sooner. 

Her Mother still doesn't know about her boyfriend fucking her and I plan on keeping it that way. On nights when I work late Beth sometimes stays awake and tells me about how he fucked her that night and eventually I get to fuck her. When her Mom leaves for work or to visit someone we are naked and fucking or licking in minutes after she leaves. I kick myself for waiting so long to make a move, she was reluctant at first but warmed up soon once she felt my tongue and my cock. 



Payback Is a Bitch!



Damn him! This was the third week in a row that he had cancelled their date at the last minute. Kate stood in the hotel room, feeling angry and hurt and deserted, all at once. She had arrived early, showering and dressing in clothes picked specifically for Jeff. She had stopped at Victoria's Secret, picking out lingerie that she knew would melt him. The red panties were nearly non-existent, but very expensive. The matching bra was gossamer lace, the cups barely containing her full breasts, her nipples spilling over the frilly edge. She had also purchased a garter belt of lacy red, the garters pressing into the full flesh of her thighs, holding the sheer black hose in place. She had even bought some of those "fuck me" black heels that he drooled over, making her legs look long and shapely.

Over all her finery, she had chosen to wear a simple dress, deceptively restrained and ladylike. It buttoned down the front, barely skimming her body, very professional. She had planned to dance for him, slowly removing her dress and letting him get an eyeful of her scantily clad body. Just for him, she had done even more. She had shaved her pretty pussy, removing the thick brown curlies she loved so much. She hated to do it, she thought her brown curls were quite lush and attractive. But the new panties really left no room for them. She wanted to thrill Jeff and thought this would do it. So now, she was all clean and shiny and shaved bald, and he had cancelled. Damn!

She poured herself a gin and tonic, adding ice. She stood at the dresser, taking large gulps of the drink, trying to calm down. All week she had dreamed of meeting Jeff today. She plotted everything, the clothes, the booze, what she would do to him, what she hoped he would do to her. She had not had sex in so long! Well, she had pleasured herself, but it was nothing compared to Jeff's hard cock pounding into her, nearly bruising her with his thrusts. She had packed everything for their hot night. The candles were already burning, the bed was turned down, the drink tray set up. She had even brought her blue toy and extra batteries. This was suppose to be a night to remember!

She walked to the window, looking out at the late afternoon. Their room always overlooked the pool and formal gardens. Now, in the winter, there was never any activity there and they didn't even bother to close the curtains. It was a nice hotel, really quite expensive. Jeff had a room reserved for every Tuesday and all she had to do was show up. The first time he cancelled, he caught her at home, before she left. She was disappointed, but knew things happened. Jeff was a busy and successful businessman.

Last week, she was already in the car, driving toward the hotel, when the cell phone rang. He sounded sad and disappointed, but still cancelled. He promised to make it up to her this week. During the days since, he had called frequently, whispering words of tantalizing possibilities and dazzling activities. She had given her blue toy a real workout, thinking about this date.

Today, she had waited for his call. As the hours passed, she began to feel a little safer about making plans. Around noon, she had gone to the mall and wandered around Victoria's Secret, selecting several items that would appeal to Jeff. She took them to the dressing room, stripping naked, and trying them on. She liked being naked and she liked trying on sexy clothes. She also liked to think about the reaction each outfit would create in Jeff. Sometimes, she would go out into the store in a particularly sexy item, as if modeling for someone. She enjoyed the surprise and appreciation on the faces of the men waiting there. When she tried on the red lingerie, she knew it was perfect. As she stood before the mirrors, she realized she had too many thick brown curlies for this outfit. That is when she decided to shave. It would be quite a surprise for Jeff, who seemed to enjoy burying his nose in her curls, searching for her swollen slit.

She checked her cell several times, but Jeff didn't call. Happily, she returned to her car and drove to the hotel. The helpful bellhop tripped over himself to grab her bags and escort her upstairs. She wondered what he would do if he saw the items she had packed, or the sexy lingerie she had bought. 

Checking in was easy, just sign her name and collect her key card. Upstairs, she stripped immediately and wandered around the room, preparing it for her tryst. She was so excited, so horny. It had been so long since she had felt Jeff's hard body against hers, his swollen cock fucking her. She knew she was ready now, she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs as she prepared for him. When everything was ready, she went to the bathroom and started the shower. Bringing a fresh razor with her, she climbed in and lathered up her body, washing carefully, imagining Jeff's mouth on her. Finally, she soaped up the curls and began shaving. She used her fingers to check for smoothness, carefully scraping the mound clean. She rinsed the soap, running her fingers over her now-bare pussy. It felt incredibly smooth. Stepping from the shower, she dried herself and then looked into the full-length mirror. 

She liked her body. She was not tall, but not squat either. Her skin had a perpetual tan, glowing healthily. Her breasts were pert enough, her nipples dark brown and knotted in anticipation. She cradled them, running her fingers down the curving slope to her flat tummy. Then she saw her pussy. It looked naked. Her fingers slid there, feeling the velvety skin, finding the engorged slit immediately. As she watched, she found herself admiring it. It did look naked, but also extremely innocent and pure. With the lascivious thoughts running through her mind, the combination was explosive. The sweet innocent pussy, the very pretty pussy, and the desire to fuck and be fucked, it made her mind reel.

Ah, Jeff was one lucky man! He wouldn't know what hit him. She was going to be all over him, sucking and fucking and offering him anything he wanted, as long as she could be satisfied too, as long as she could come until her throat was raw and her pussy too bruised to continue.

She began to dress for her date. The bra, the panties, the garter belt. She slid the sheer black hose up her legs, attaching them to the dangling garters. Slipping her feet into the heels, she sashayed around the room. At the mirror, she peered at her image, licking her lips, seductively swinging her hips. Then....the cell rang. "I am so sorry, Kate. So very sorry. I have an emergency meeting and I can't get out of it. I tried to delegate, but this requires an expert hand and, unfortunately, I am the expert. I swear that next week, nothing will stop us, nothing will interfere. And, my sweet little cunt, I will be sending you a surprise tomorrow, to make it up to you. Please, Doll, forgive me?" Then he was gone, so sure that she would forgive him that he didn't even wait for an answer.

Kate stood there in all her finery, ready to cry. She poured a drink and gulped it down, feeling the heat as it burned her throat and the roar in her head. She looked into the mirror again, admiring herself and cursing Jeff. "Look what he missed! I am one hot chick and he missed it all!" She poured another drink, and stood mesmerized at her reflection. The red lace against her shaved pussy was extremely sexy. The innocent/slut combination was nearly overpowering. Damn Jeff, missing this! She was growing unsteady on her heels, but poured another drink anyway. She walked around the room, trying to decide what to do. Should she pack up and just go home? She could stay here, all alone, all pretty and ready, and just feel sorry for herself. She could drink into a stupor and just sleep it off. She wandered past the window, looking out automatically. She stopped. Sitting in a chaise, stretched out, was a man. He wore sunglasses, a black leather jacket and faded jeans. He was talking on a cell phone and relaxing. It was late in the afternoon, dusky and cold, yet he looked extremely relaxed. 

Kate stood in the window, looking down at him, wondering. She forgot she was scantily dressed and that the lights in the room framed her perfectly. At least, she forgot for a minute. When the man looked up, he saw her. She could tell the exact second he did. He straightened in the chair, he turned his entire body, the cell nearly forgotten in his hand. She stood very still, caught in his gaze. But the alcohol and Jeff's rejection and her own intense need kicked in. She became aware of the situation, a perfect one made just for her. It was growing darker and he removed the sunglasses. He was too far for her to make out his features, but she knew she had his complete attention. 

She looked at him, too far to really see his face, his eyes, but capable of reading his body and his reactions. Putting down her glass. she began to caress her body. Her hands cupped the lacy bra, her nipples responding to her touch by hardening and aching. Slowly, Kate traced her entire body, touching herself as a man would, feeling each curve and crevice. She moved from the window long enough to turn up the volume on the radio, and returned to begin dancing for him. She undulated her hips, her legs in the dark stockings, the "fuck me" heels, inviting his attention. She was highlighted in the window, and had his total regard. She loved it. Her fingers moved to the tiny clasp, releasing the bra, freeing her breasts, exposing her hardened nipples to him. She pinched them, scraped them, rubbed her palms against them. Her breasts swung gently, in time with the music. Her fingers moved under her breasts, flattening on her skin, massaging it. Kate's eyes closed as she touched herself, she could feel the excitement between her legs, felt her panties become damp.

She was loving this. She did a slow strip dance for the man, pulling up a chair and removing the stockings seductively, wrapping the nylon around her breasts and pulling it against her sensitive flesh. She wriggled from the garter belt, tossing it behind her to the bed. Finally, she stood, THE STAR, in the window, with just the guazy red panties on her naked body. Her fingers teased, slipping under the elastic, her eyes closing in pleasure, and her tongue just wetting her lips. She thrust her hips forward in time with the music, her hand cupping her mound and caressing it through the fabric. When the song stopped, Kate took another long sip of her drink, for courage, and slipped her panties down her hips. She stood naked in the window, fully aware of the man's eyes on her. His own hand had slipped to his lap, the cell phone totally forgotten in his other hand. She imagined she could see his eyes, could see the lust there. It fueled her, incited her to continue. Leaving the window again, she pulled a chair closer, and found her blue toy. First, she stood quietly, her fingers examing her naked pussy, just rubbing and stroking the baby-soft skin. Then, taking a deep breath, she slid one finger along the slit, letting it stroke deeper, until it was deep inside of her. She probed deep into her wet cunt, hearing the music of a wet pussy being fucked. Her eyes closed again and her finger worked in and out. It wasn't enough. She added another finger, sliding them in and out, moving faster and faster. Still, she knew she couldn't be satisfied. Straightening, she moved those wet fingers to her clit, rubbing it the way she knew was most powerful, most likely to make her come. She was already so hot, so excited, and having the man watch just intensified the feelings. It seemed like only seconds when she felt the orgasm building to the limit. She continued rubbing, her eyes seeking his. At the moment their eyes met, she came. Her entire body stiffened, her fingers flew harder and she screamed. Then her body bucked and jerked, growing hotter and flushed. She needed this release, felt she would never stop coming. Finally, the trembling slowed. 

Kate fell into the chair, grateful for the support. Looking down, she saw her new friend, his hand moving in his lap now, his eyes glued to the window. She reached for her blue toy, holding it up, as if introducing it to him. He smiled and nodded. Kate spread her legs, allowing him a good look at her sweet, innocent pussy. God, it was so beautiful. Now the lips were swollen and glossy, the pinkness nearly obvious even at that distance. Her fingers returned to her clit, and the other hand brought the blue toy to her mouth. She opened her lips, sliding the toy into her mouth, stretching her open. She closed her eyes as she sucked the cock, imagining Jeff here with her, his greedy cock deep in her throat. NO! She remembered that Jeff couldn't be bothered to visit her today. so, she imagined her new friend, the man on the deck, his cock fucking her mouth. She sucked the blue vibrator deep into her heat, feeling the veins as they slid past her lips. When she opened her eyes, the man was sitting forward on the chair, his legs spread, his cock out. She watched his hand as he massaged himself, saw the pleasure on his face.

Now, she removed the toy from her mouth and slid it between her thighs, thrusting it into her cunt with one stroke. She cried out from the size and depth, then settled into a rhythm of fucking herself. In and out, in and out, the vibrator moved faster and faster. She never even bothered to turn on the switch, it was cock she wanted, not vibration. She moved closer to the glass, her eyes on her observer. He was mesmerized by her, his eyes never leaving the window. She sped up her hand, moving it deeply and quickly, her hips thrusting forward with every probe. Her other fingers found her swollen clit and began dancing on it, driving her to the edge. Again, she felt the orgasm build. She couldn't stop. She couldn't slow. She continued the fucking, the bruising rhythm of the toy in her tender pinkness. Then, she came. Loudly and wildly, screams torn from her throat, her body a mass of throbbing flesh.

When her eyes finally opened, she looked down and saw an empty chaise. Again, she wanted to cry. Even a stranger wouldn't spend time with her!

Then the door opened, and Jeff stood there. He rushed to her, his black leather jacket cold from being outdoors. His cock was hard and hot, even through his jeans. His hands on her naked flesh were cold and needy. He pulled her close and began kissing her.

Kate was extremely pleased.

THE END.



Payback Is a Bitch



It all started when my wife and I were going to go to a wedding back in my old college town. My wife, April, attended college there with me and knew a lot of the locals. With the added company of our old college buddies, it was too much like old times to pass up. 

When April and I were packing for the trip I noticed she packed the dress that she knew I loved. It was a VERY tight fitting strapless dress that stopped about 2 inches from her knees. The material was so tight that she could not wear underwear with it, which is part of the reason why I loved it so much. Aprils figure showed out in it very well. She is about 5"10" and 120 lbs. Her tits are c cups and her ass is amazing, just big enough and also very firm. 

We made the drive into town and checked into our hotel. When we got there I was ready to fuck and I tackled her and playfully pushed her onto the bed. While I was removing her clothes she told me she was going to ovulate soon and that I had to wear a condom. I reluctantly told her that I would but that I was not cumming in the condom. She looked at me puzzled but lost her thoughts when my tongue darted into her puss. 

You have to understand, April loves to have her pussy eaten. Sucked, licked, fucked, you name it - she loves it. I also didn't mind it. She tasted great and I loved the wetness when I was ready to fuck her. 

After about 20 minutes of me eating her cunt, and after about 4 orgasms for her, she begged me to fuck her. I slid the condom on as she watched closely, begging for me to hurry. After I got the condom rolled onto my 7 inch cock I began to mount her. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy was gaping open. I lowered myself into her cunt. 

When I had just the head of my cock in her I told her to hold her breath and with one long, hard thrust I was buried inside her. Her back arched and her tits came to my face. 

She grabbed my arms over the shock of my dick invading her tight cunt. I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled them over her head and held them. I reached under the bed and retrieved the rope I placed under there earlier. With one movement I had her arms tied to the bedpost. She was all mine. 

I kept my dick in her as I began to suck on her tits. She was going nuts with lust. Her breaths became short as I began to thrust into her, sending her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on my dick and she started moaning. I started talking to her and said, "Yes, cum on my hard dick. You love it when I fuck your hot, tight cunt. Don't you." 

She replied, "Yes." 

"What do you want me to do now?" 

"I want you to fuck my cunt." 

I replied, "I'm not cumming in this condom, where do you want it?"

"I don't care. Just don't cum in me," she replied. 

I began pumping her for all she was worth. She was constantly moaning and talking. I started pulling out to the head and ramming it in her then I began pumping her deep. It wasn't long before I felt my cum rise from my balls. "Open your mouth." I told her. 

She looked at me puzzled because I know that she doesn't want it in the face. She hates it when I cum on her face. She said, "No," as I pull out of her and clutch my dick and climbed up her chest. Her arms are tied still so she can't move with my weight on top of her. 

I couldn't take the pressure anymore so I pulled off the condom, pointed my dick at her beautiful face, and let go. The first stream hit her on the forehead. I pumped my dick again and the second hit her lips. The third, fourth and fifth hit her cheeks and rolled down to her neck. She was covered in my cum and I loved it. She was mad as hell however. After I untied her she marched to the shower and got dressed without even talking to me.

Soon it was time to leave so we drove to the wedding. April was still pissed and told me that she would get me back before the night was over. I apologised and went about my way for the rest of the day. After the wedding was over the reception was at a local bar so we went there. It was about 9:00 by now and the drinks and the music started going. 

This was when April seen one of my old buddies. Ben was his name and he always wanted April. She never would give into him because she was true to me. Some things never change and Ben started flirting with April right in front of me. I interrupted them and April said that she and Ben were going to dance. She then whispered into my ear "Payback is a bitch." This is when I knew things were going to get bad. 

They danced a couple of songs and I knew Ben was getting a treat. April's ass was only covered by the thin material of her dress and she was rubbing it all over his cock. He occasionally reached down to grab her ass when he thought no one was looking. I'd seen it all however and I went to take a piss. 

The bar had a downstairs area that was blocked off. I knew the owner so I went down there to use the pisser. I knew April didn't see me leave because she was all over Bens cock on the dance floor. When I came out of the pisser I heard voices downstairs and I wondered who it was because this bar had been closed. 

I was surprised to see April and Ben there talking. April was leaning on the pool table and Ben was standing in front of her. I listened in and heard April say, "I've waited for this for awhile." 

Just about that time I saw her lower herself to her knees. She unbuckled Ben's pants and pulled out his rock hard cock. I could see it through the shadows and it was a medium sized cock, about 6.5 inches. What was impressive was the size of his balls, they were huge. I knew he had about a quart in them awaiting her. April engulfed his dick with her cocksucking mouth. I froze. I could not move. Then I thought to myself, this must be my payback. She is going to fuck Ben right here, right now. 

I watched as she blew his cock, sliding back and forth over his dick. Ben grabbed her head and began fucking her face. She had nowhere to go because the pool table was behind her. Soon Ben tensed up, and April moved away. She grabbed his cock and told him to save his load. Ben looked at her, pissed, and said, "for what?" 

Then with one sift motion, April grabbed her dress and pulled it up over her ass, exposing her soaked cunt. "For this," she said as she fingered her cunt. She also lowered the top half of her dress exposing her tits and turned around and bent over the pool table. She turned around and looked Ben in the eye and said "Fuck Me." 

Ben stepped closer to April with his dick sticking straight out. April turned and took his dick in her hand and guided it into her hot cunt. Ben grabbed Aprils' hips for leverage and slowly thrust forward. Aprils head threw back with pleasure and soon Ben was in her balls deep. He pulled out completely and sank back into her again. Moans filled the room as he began to fuck my wife. 

I could hear his ball sack slapping her ass as he fucked her. He fucked her for about 10 minutes or so when he said that he was going to cum soon. April told him to stop and she climbed on top of the pool table. He asked her if she was on the pill and she said no. She said it was a good time of the month for her. 

I thought to myself, "She's lying!" Just then April spread her legs wide and bunched her dress under her ass so that her cunt was elevated. He stuck his cock back in my beautiful wife and pounded her pussy. With each stroke the pool table shook and April was whining. Ben then said again that he was going to cum. All April could say was "Fill me with your cum, shoot it in me!" 

Then I saw Ben's ass tighten and he started grunting. Several times he grunted, flooding her cunt with his seed. I knew he was filling my wife completely, probably impregnating her. After Ben was done he climbed off and got dressed and got back to the party. He left her there. 

When we were alone I walked over to April, still lying on the table, legs spread. I stood shocked. Did she plan this?

"Did you like that?" I asked. 

She looked at me and said, "Payback is a bitch isn't it?"

I looked at her cunt and her lips were swollen and red. There was no cum leaking out however. I asked, "Didn't he cum in you?"

"Oh yes," was her reply. "It's still up inside me because my cunt is elevated, and it can't get out. Lie down on the table."

Not wanting to argue I climbed beside her and lay down. She slowly got up and put a leg on each side of my face. I could see directly up her cunt. 

"Here is your payback asshole," She started fingering her cunt and moaning and she brought herself to orgasm. When her pussy quivered and she started cumming, she lowered it onto my face. Ben's cum shot out all over me. She grabbed my hair and rode my nose and my tongue till she came again. "Eat it!" she said. I knew this was one hell of a payback.



Payback Is a Bitch



Readers,

Although this is the seventh in a series, it can be read alone. The previous stories are:

Crutches (First time)
Booty Call (NC/Reluctance, and currently highly rated!)
Ride Home (Exhibitionist & Voyeur)
One Night, Two Parties (Erotic Couplings)
The Morning After (Erotic Couplings)
Agreement (Romance, no sex)



A knock on the door disturbed Jen's afternoon studies. She opened it to see her boyfriend, Jason, smiling at her. He seemed to fill the doorway with his athletic frame, his red t-shirt stretched across his broad chest.

"Hi, you free?" he said, brown eyes twinkling. 

"I'm studying," she happily replied and motioned him in as she quickly glanced in the mirror to see if she looked okay. She brushed a few strands of her black hair back over her ear and adjusted her ponytail.

"Dr. Evans canceled class at the last second, thought I'd come over and spend some time with you," he said as he dropped off his backpack.

"Sure," Jen started, before being cut off by his lips on hers.

Jason slowly backed her up to her bed as they kissed, their tongues battling. Her hands held on to his powerful arms as he lifted her on to the bed and joined her.

"Okay, stop," she smiled as she softly pushed him back. "We can't go too far right now."

Jason pouted for a moment before kissing her again. Jen gave into the simple pleasure of letting her boyfriend kiss and caress her. She nestled against his broad chest and stroked his brown hair. Finally, he pulled back and gathered her into his arms, cheek to cheek, holding her gently. They lay in silence for long minutes, kissing and touching, no words needing to be spoken. It was heavenly.  

"So," Jason mused as he played with her hand, her fingers intertwined with his, "Let's talk about how you're going to pay me back."

"What? Pay you back for what?"

"For what? When your mom came down, you asked me to act like your boyfriend. I think I did a really good job, and you agreed you would pay me back."

Jen gaped at his mischievous grin. "Jason, you can't be serious! You are my boyfriend!"

"Hey now, don't try to get out of it," he chuckled as he playfully bumped her temple with his. "You agreed to it, now live up to you word."

Jen mounced at him but he wasn't giving in. She had, indeed, agreed to do something unspecified, doubtlessly of a sexual nature to pay him back. That she had only agreed under duress was apparently irrelevant to him. She hoped he was just teasing.

"What did you have in mind?" she finally asked, resigned. 

"Hmm, let me think. What do I want this body to do for me?" he asked, his face twisted in thought.

"Oh my God, you're serious!" she complained.

"Yeah," he agreed as he absently cupped her breast, his eyes a million miles away. He slowly turned to her, a lascivious smile forming on his face. "I've got an idea," he said, nodding.

The look in his eyes jolted Jen as an earlier comment he had made about anal sex jumped into her mind. Her ass clenched involuntarily. "Jason, no."

"Yeah," he nodded again. A quizzical look crossed his face as she stared at him in horror. " 'No' what?" he asked, puzzled. "You don't know what I came up with."

Jen glanced down for a moment and Jason followed her eyes. Suddenly, realization dawned on him.

"Oh, no, not that," he said nonchalantly. Jen relaxed momentarily before his eyes snapped back to her, twinkling in mischief. "Oh, so that's how you wanted to pay me back, huh?"

"No!" Jen squealed in dissent. 

Suddenly Jason was in motion, his strong arms flipping her onto her belly. He shoved a pillow under her hips and jumped on top her. "You want it like this?" he laughed, slamming his hips into her ass.

"NO!" Jen protested through a laugh as he started to dry hump her butt.

"Yeah, you wanted to give me that little ass as payment," he teased as he leaned over her, his hand slipping under her shirt to tickle her side. 

Jen screamed her objection but was laughing too hard to make words. Jason's assault continued unabated and he started making gross sex noises as he bounced on her. He was much bigger and stronger than she was and seemed to easily keep her under him. His humping was so aggressive that the bed frame was banging against the wall.

"Oh, yeah baby, your ass is so tight! Yeah baby! Give it to me!"

Jen shrieked in disapproval, yelling at him to stop between bouts of laughter. She tried to squirm away, but he was just too strong. Suddenly there was a violent series of knocks on the door. They both froze.

"Jen, are you okay?" a voice shouted.

"Yeah," she laughed as she slithered out of Jason's grasp.

The door opened and Amanda, the floor's Resident Assistant, stepped in looking concerned. Jen straightened her shirt and tried to stop laughing, but Jason reached out and tickled her again. Jen jumped and stepped further away.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled as she swatted Jason's hand away again. "Sorry."

"Jason," Amanda said, nodding coldly at him. 

"Hey Mandy," Jason replied casually, sliding off the bed like a snake and reaching for Jen's ankles. 

"I'll keep it down," Jen promised as she hopped, trying to avoid his hands. 

Amanda agreed with a cold smile and left, closing the door behind her.

Jen silently admonished Jason as she danced around, avoiding his hands, finally leaping up on her bed and hiding under the covers. Moments later Jason lay on top of her, grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

They each caught their breath for a few moments before his lips found hers and they kissed again. Finally, he pulled away and rolled on to his back. They shared another laugh as she smiled up at him.

"You're bad," she pouted. 

"Yes, I am," he happily agreed. "But no, I'm not going to take your ass as payback. I wouldn't make you do that. I had something a little bit more...out in the open." 

The glint in his eyes was unsettling. "Jason, no!" she begged, shocked that he would ask her to do something in public again.

"It's a fun one," he grinned. "Guess." Jen thought for a moment, looking at his impossibly handsome face, brimming with sexual mischief. "Guess what I want you to do," he purred, sexuality dripping in his voice. "It's something so naughty you'll beg me to take your ass instead."

An image flashed into Jen's mind and her eyes flinched to his, as she thought, "No, he couldn't possibly ask me to do that." 

Jason seemed to notice the glimmer in her eyes. "What? What were you thinking?"

"Nothing," Jen replied, looking at him tentatively as she struggled to suppress an embarrassed grin. Jason's eyes widened as he looked at her in surprise. 

"Oh no, it was something. What were you thinking?"

The image flashed into her mind again and she clamped a hand over her grin. "Nothing," she answered unconvincingly. Jason moved closer to hover over her face with an incredulous smile.

"No, you definitely thought of something. What were you expecting me to make you do?" Jason asked, looking into her eyes.

Jen shook her head, both hands now over her mouth, her feet twisted together. She could feel the blush running down her face to her neck. There was no way she could tell him what she had been thinking.

"Oh my God, you are a naughty girl!" Jason accused her.

"I'm a good girl," she countered with a giggle from behind her hands. "You're the pervert."

"On that we both agree, but you..." he grinned. He started to shake his head slowly. "Jennifer, what is going on in that beautiful head of yours?" he clucked in mock disapproval.

"Nothing," she repeated, pulling her hands down and trying to look innocent. "I'm a good girl."

His hazel eyes bored into hers, sparkling with mirth. They both began to snicker together. His forehead bumped against hers and he shook his head at her.

"Oh, Jennifer, what am I going to do with you?" he sighed.

Jen shrugged in response and kissed him. Suddenly the alarm on his phone started chirping. "Saved by the bell," she teased.

"Yeah, okay," Jason agreed grumpily as he rolled off of her. Jason gathered his bag and kissed her again. He leaned into her ear and whispered. 

"I know you were thinking of something. Write it down."

"Jason, no," she squeaked in embarrassment, staring at the wicked smile on his face.

"C'mon dollface," he pressed. "Don't give it to me, just keep it for yourself, as a memory."

"Oh my God, Jason," she protested, her cheeks burning as she blushed furiously.

"Please," Jason whispered with a wink and turned to leave. 

Jen smiled, clutching the sheets to her chin as she watched him leave. The image of her naughty thought flashing through her mind again. Suddenly she sat up.  He hadn't told her what he wanted her to do!

***

Jen met Jason at the Student Union Thursday evening, both finished with their final exams. She had dressed conservatively, perhaps as a reaction to his intentions; a nice pink striped top with a knee length black skirt and flats. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, looking sweet and innocent. Asexual tension hung in the air. Jen knew the reason for this meeting. It was payback time. 

"You look delicious," he smiled as he greeted her with a warm hug and kiss.

His wicked grin put her on edge, and he seemed to be enjoying himself too much. He bought her a coffee and then led her to a table. Finally, he produced an envelope and placed it in front of her. The mirth in his eyes somehow left, replaced with a sexual leer. Jen could feel the blush starting to rise in her face. She glanced at the envelope but tried to ignore it. The twinkle in his eye was no less unsettling and she couldn't help but grin in embarrassment. Finally, she reached for it. 

"No," he grinned, stopping her hand with his. "Show me your envelope."

Jen breathed heavily and stared at him for a moment, her pulse quickening. She had written down her naughty option and brought it along as he requested. It was too wicked to even dream of doing, but she imagined his to be even worse. With a reluctant swallow, she withdrew her hand from his envelope and retrieved hers from her purse. 

"Hmm," he said in mock thought, toying with the two envelopes. "Which one should I choose?"

Jen's heart was racing now. "You promised me you wouldn't make me do...," she started before cutting herself off. 

"I'm not making you do anything," he reminded her. "Pick one."

Jen paused for only a moment before grabbing his envelope. She glanced at his hungry eyes again before opening it. Jason took her envelope and went to open it. 

"No," she yelped as she snatched it out of his hands. "You don't get to see this."

Jason frowned for her and then rested his chin on his fists to observe her reaction. With a deep breath, she pulled out the card and read the horrible words. Her jaw fell.

"No," she gasped, raising her shocked eyes to his. "No!" She read the card again in disbelief. "Masturbate in the Library? Jason, you can't be serious!"

"Yeah," he grinned in response, slinging his backpack on. "It's payback time," he said as he took her hand and pulled her to her feet. 

Jen followed numbly, a pit in her stomach. She shook her head vigorously as he led her out of the Student Union and towards the library. The falling night coated the campus in dark colors as she repeatedly told him she wouldn't do it. He ignored her, and soon they were approaching the entrance of the Library. He pulled her into a secluded alcove and silenced her with a passionate kiss. She gripped his arms and struggled weakly as his tongue battled hers. Finally, breathless, he pulled away.

"Let's just go back to your room and have sex," she offered, hoping to get out of her predicament. She squeezed his crotch as an additional inducement.

"Soon enough," he grinned. "Let's go in."

They walked up to the third floor and did a lap, Jen's hand holding his with a death grip, her eyes too frightened to look at anyone. Finally he stopped her and pulled her close.

"Did you notice that?" he whispered into her ear. She shook her head in response. "Everyone is lost in their studies. Finals week. No one is screwing around. Except for you."

Jen's knees went weak as she looked into his wicked smile, shaking her head yet again. There were a whole flock of butterflies in her stomach as she glanced around. Jason gave her a little peck on her cheek and handed her his backpack. 

"I'll be waiting in my room," he smiled. "Have fun."

Jen hissed a plea for mercy at his retreating figure, but all he did was turn and wink at her. She swallowed and looked around helplessly before slowly walked the floor again, looking for a cubicle. On the one hand, Jason was right: everyone was studying intently. On the other hand, the place was pretty full. Most of the cubicles were backing to the stacks, which meant anyone could see her at any time. She finally picked one and sat down, surprising herself that she was wet already. She opened Jason's laptop to find a note to her, complete with a script. She started the webcam recording and read the words he had left for her.

"Hi Jason," she whispered into the camera. "I'm really grateful that you were able to act like such a," she snorted in disgust, pantomiming quotes with her fingers, "gentleman when my mother visited. So I wanted to make you a video here in the library to say thanks!"

Her hand drifted down to her crotch as her eyes darted around to see if anyone was watching. She started to rub herself over her black skirt, hoping to avoid any further humiliation. It was jarring, sitting in a well-lit public space and touching herself. She looked at her face in the screen, all pink top and big eyes, and bit her lip apprehensively.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she hissed to herself.

Jen kept her eyes darting around, slipping in an occasional squeeze of her breasts as she rubbed herself. She now regretted wearing a padded bra, which essentially muted any effect her hands were having. Her mind was buzzing, trying to focus on cumming while trying to ensure no one noticed her. 

Minutes later she finally conceded that over the skirt was not going to work. She had been unable to do anything more than get more aroused, there was no way that she was going to finish by rubbing herself through her skirt. Glancing around again, she reached back into his backpack and pulled out a folder to place on her lap. After another quick check, she reached down to the hem of her skirt. Her hand slid slowly up her bare thigh, trying to look casual as her hand slipped under her skirt. She twitched as her fingers found herself through her panties. 

She tried to avoid staring at anyone too long. Mostly, the students seemed engrossed in their studies. Jen didn't know where to put her eyes; it seemed weird to stare at her own image. She regretted wearing such a long skirt. If she had worn a short skirt it wouldn't be so obvious, now most of her thigh was exposed. Her fingers found the sweet spot and she started furiously rubbing herself, hoping to get the task over with quickly.

It wasn't working. There were too many distractions with her eyes open and she was too scared to close them. She was turned on, but not nearly enough. The thought of just faking an orgasm crossed her mind but she discarded it: she wasn't a cheater. Finally, she pulled her hand out and straightened her skirt. Holding her head in steepled hands, she closed her eyes and focused on her hottest memory; Jason stripping her and then eating her out as she hung from the basketball rim in the old gymnasium. She licked her lips, fantasizing about how she must have looked, completely exposed while she squirmed on his face. 

Eyes clamped shut, her hand detached from her head and surreptitiously cupped her breast. She spared a quick glance around and quickly snaked her hand under her skirt again. Looking into the camera, she held the image of her at the gym in her mind as she fingered herself over her panties. Her body throbbed with excitement as she stroked the soft silkiness between her legs. Had she worn the sheer lace panty Jason had given her she would had much better access. As it was, the cotton liner blocked too much of her touch to complete the deal. To her dismay, ever so slowly, the moment drifted away. She tried desperately to hold on, staring at her eyes in the camera, trying to will herself to an orgasm. Tugging on the leg seam, she tried to push the fabric out of the way. It was not cooperating, and she realized she would have to spread her legs wantonly to get proper access. Although the thought caused a hot flush to run through her, she knew it was too obvious to do here.

A book thudded on a desk from across the stacks and she started, looking around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her failed attempts to be a pervert in public. She withdrew her hand and glanced around again.

"Okay," she whispered to the camera, "I'm going to take a break."

She quickly shut the laptop and put it in the backpack and hurried off to the ladies' room. Once in a stall, she slipped her bra off through her armholes and shoved it in the backpack. After covering the seat, she pulled her panties down, pulled her dress up, and sat on the toilet. Spreading her legs, she started to touch herself, this time unfettered by interfering cloth. Her fingers settled on her clit, circling it in that familiar motion she loved. Her other hand snaked under her top, cupping her breast and pinching her turgid nipples. This was definitely going to work. 

A wicked thought crossed her mind and she paused, stripping off her panties and wrapping them in tissues before putting them into the backpack. She opened the laptop again and started recording.

"Hi Jason," she whispered into the camera, even though she was alone in the bathroom. "I'm taking a little...study break." 

She angled the camera so that the hand under her blouse was visible, and then panned down to show her pussy. She set the laptop precariously on the toilet paper holder and stared into the camera as she touched herself. She sucked two fingers before lowering them, gasping as she slid them into her pussy. A low moan escaped her lips as she started finger fucking herself, her body racing to its release. She leaned back uncomfortably on the plumbing as her other hand joined the action, rubbing her clit as she pumped herself. She pulled her hands away just in the nick of time, panting into the camera.

"Let's go finish this," she grinned wickedly, lewdly cleaned her fingers off with her tongue.

She put the laptop in the bag and left to find a cubicle. She paused to look at herself in the mirror, her nipples now clearly protruding from her pink top, two neat little bumps on a pink stripe. She gave each a playful tweak before slipping out into the library. She wasted no time finding another cubby, sparing only a quick glace around. A girl was wrapped up in her studies only two desks over and a small group was at a table across the way, but it would do. Jen opened the laptop and grinned into the camera as she started recording. She panned around, giving Jason a good view of where she was. She mouthed a "watch this" to the camera and then glanced around one last time. Looking straight into the camera, she slid her hand up her bare thigh. She spread her legs slightly, and her finger found her clit, still wet and throbbing from her previous escapade. She again pulled the memory of her time in the gym to the forefront of her mind, remembering Jason's tongue on her as she hung nude and helpless from the basketball rim. Her body started to respond and she stared at her face on the computer, her breath coming shorter and faster. She imagined someone looking over and seeing her, and suddenly the floor fell away from her.

Her orgasm crashed hard on her, her face clenched as she tried to stifle any noise. She balled up on her chair as she continued to finger herself, riding the wave as far as it would take her. She belatedly clamped a hand over her mouth as her orgasm subsided. Moments later she recovered enough of her wits to pull her skirt back into place. She fearfully opened her eyes and glanced around. Thankfully she saw no one watching her. She looked back into the camera and giggled, embarrassed. 




Payback Is a Bitch



"Hope you liked it," she grinned, turning off the camera with a wave and closing the laptop.

She quickly packed up and fled the library, giddy at having successfully completed her task. Now, her goal was to find Jason. She rapidly crossed campus to his dorm. He opened the door almost immediately, staring into her eyes. She stepped in and they jumped into each other's arm.

"Oh, God, Jennifer," he growled appreciatively. 

Their clothes flew off in their single-minded pursuit, lips parting just long enough for their tops to clear. Jason threw her on the bed, pulling her ponytail out before his hands grabbed a firm handful of hair, aggressively pulling her to him. He licked his way down her neck, pausing to lick the hollow that drove her wild, a hand pawing her breast. Suddenly his mouth was on her breast, one had knotted in her hair, the other pinching her nipple. He sucked on her hard nipples as she held him in place, fingers laced in his hair, her legs wrapped around his torso. He started to move further down her body, but she stopped him.

"No," she growled, pulling him up by his hair.

With a quick move she aligned her hips and guided him in. His rock hard cock slammed home in one powerful thrust, filling her desperate cunt in the way that she craved. Her limbs wrapped tightly around his hot, hard body, soft skin contrasting to his as he started to piston inside of her. His arms clamped around her, squeezing her tight against him, his hard bicep smashed against her cheek. The activities of the night had stuck with her. With a moan, she started to cum, fire burning through her veins, sweat lubricating their hot skin as they slid against each other. Her orgasm raged through her body, every nerve seeming on fire. Her pussy clamped rhythmically on his hard cock as crest after crest of her orgasm shook her. 

Jason clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her, their eyes locked in ecstasy. He started hissing at her, telling her what a slut she was for masturbating in public, his seedy words driving her orgasm to last longer. Her world was starting to get fuzzy, overwhelmed with pleasure. Finally he started to cum inside her. Groaning her name, his hot thick cum exploded from his hard cock and mixed with hers. His hand slipped from her mouth and she nestled breathlessly in his neck, shaking with aftershocks as he softened inside her.

"You're incredible," he whispered in her ear.

Jen smiled at his compliment. "I'm a good girl," she countered softly, stroking the back of his head contentedly. "A very good girl."

***

Readers, this concludes the series of Jen and Jason. I am not currently inclined to write the next chapter of their relationship. Rather, let me quote Roy Orbison: "Love is like a stove, it burns you when it's hot."



Payback is a Bitch, You Slut Bitch



Loving wife gets an unexpected Valentine's Day surprise

*

Perhaps being the romantic that she was, Tina's favorite holiday, besides Christmas and her birthday, of course, was Valentine's Day.  As the days grew closer, counting the days until Valentine's Day, she'd X off the time that passed on her Renoir calendar that hung on the refrigerator by a Cupid magnet.  Every week, she'd leave a department store ad on the kitchen table, where she served her husband breakfast, a subtle hint, for him to see what it was she wanted and hoped he'd buy.  She had already bought her husband Valentine Day gifts, a new putter for his golf bag and a buffer for his car, along with a Valentine's Day card that was funny and another card that was To My Husband from his Loving Wife.  Finally, Valentine's Day was here.

Naively figuring he was waiting for the right moment to surprise her with his gifts of love on Valentine's Day, Tina waited all day and all night for her husband, Steve, to surprise her with his presents.  Surely, in the way that she keeps a clean house, runs all the errands, cooks his meals, and never denies him sex, even though he hasn't asked her for sex in weeks, she thought that he was going to surprise her with a little something to show his love for her and his appreciation for all that she does for him.  Never suspecting that he had forgotten that today was Valentine's Day, she was so deeply hurt, when he gave her nothing.

"Nothing.  He gave me nothing," she said silently sobbing in the bathroom, while getting ready for bed.  "He forgot that today is Valentine's Day.  How could he forget me on Valentine's Day, when he knows how important Valentine's Day is to me?"

All day she wondered what he'd give her, along with his Valentine's Day card expressing his love.  Flowers, perhaps roses and dark chocolate candy, would have been nice.  She had hoped he bought her a piece of expensive jewelry, diamond earrings or a diamond bracelet.  Wondering when her husband would recognize Valentine's Day, she wondered what her husband would give her for Valentine's Day.  Unable to contemplate the unthinkable, that he forgot her on Valentine's Day because he didn't love her, she couldn't believe he gave her nothing.

So very upset, she tossed and turned all night.  Pained by his rejection, she didn't sleep a wink.  If she had a gun, so hurt and so angry, she may have shot him in his sleep.  Forgetting his loving wife on Valentine's Day, an unforgettable crime worthy of the death penalty, temporarily insane when driven to a crime of passion, no jury would ever convict her for murdering her sleeping husband.  Somehow, imagining his blood stained pillowcase and lifeless body in her dreams, consoled her and helped her to sleep.

Her sister and her friends called the next morning to tell her all they got for Valentine's Day and when they asked what Steve bought her, too upset to talk at first, she broke down crying, before pulling herself together to tell them.

"Nothing.  He bought me nothing.  Obviously, Steve forgot that yesterday was Valentine's Day.  Can you believe it?  After all that I do for him, he didn't even think enough of me to buy me a Valentine's Day card."

All day, she foolishly thought, no doubt, teasing her by delaying giving her his sentiments of love, he'd never forget Valentine's Day.  Through breakfast, lunch, and supper, he gave no hint of remembering that it was Valentine's Day.  Even though she set a special Valentine's Day candlelit table with wine and a dinner with meatloaf, his favorite and apple pie, his favorite dessert, he never mentioned Valentine's Day or even said that he loved her.  Showing no outward signs of affection, even when the evening news showed happy couples celebrating Valentine's Day, wanting to say something but deciding to remain quiet, she silently steamed.  Then, when in bed that night, he didn't reach for her to hold her and to apologize to her for forgetting Valentine's Day.  A day that should have been filled with love and romance, he didn't even kiss her goodnight.

Not wanting to embarrass him by giving him his gifts, when he had nothing for her, she didn't give him anything for Valentine's Day, even though she had gifts for him that he hinted he hoped to receive for Christmas that she delayed giving him until today, Valentine's Day.  Now, with him forgetting her on Valentine's Day, with him not giving her anything, she figured, she'd take his gifts back to the store and get something for herself, some perfume maybe or new shoes.  With her heart heavy from his rejection, not feeling loved, respected, wanted, needed, and/or even appreciated, Tina turned her back to him and silently cried herself to sleep that night.

"He loves me.  He loves me not.  He loves me.  He loves me not.  He hates me," she said the next morning, while tearing to shreds both Valentine's Day cards she bought him.

Feeling so unappreciated, all the next day, she cried.  After her husband didn't buy her flowers and candy, not even a Valentine's Day card, she was so hurt.  She was so sad.  Not even giving her a kiss, a hug, of whispering his loving words in her ear to reassure her that he loved her, she felt so unloved.  Not even stating his excuse why he forgot her on their special day of love and romance, and without his promise to make his forgetfulness up to her, she was so angry.  Feeling scorned, Tina wanted to get even.  Payback a bitch.

"That dirty bastard.  I'll fix him.  He forgets that I'm Sicilian.  Maybe I should remind him of my heritage by watching The Godfather movies tonight.  We don't get mad, we get even," she said coiling up on the couch and looking as if she was plotting a murder and planning his untimely burial.  "I'll think of something that will hurt him, as much as he hurt me."

Steve's younger brother Jerry, Tina's brother, always compliments her, albeit while leering at her, as if undressing her with his eyes.  Visiting his mother from Seattle over the Valentine's Day holiday, he was staying downstairs with her, a yearly tradition.  Unlike Steve, Jerry is a breast man and Tina, just like her Italian mother and grandmother, has big tits.  With all the low cut tops that she enjoys wearing, hungry for the attention from a man, no doubt due to Steve's lack of attentiveness, she takes pleasure in flashing and flaunting her shapely body.  Not shy in showing her abundant cleavage, especially when leaning forward, while fussing over a man, especially one who appreciates her ample endowments, as are most Italian women sexual, she's always been a bit of a cock teaser.

Two brothers so opposite in their appreciation of a woman's cleavage and shapely body, Jerry always stares at her breasts, along with the impressions her nipples make in her low cut, tight fitting tops, while Steve always tells her to cover up and act more like a lady, instead of a slut.  With her husband's words as harsh, as if he slapped her across the face, unable to control her, his criticism of the way she dressed worked the opposite and made her want to show even more of her body.  Jerry makes her feel like the attractive woman that she is and Steve makes her feel like the child she's not.

Not even caring about the stew of shit that she'd stir up between brothers, had she known what would happen, she may have thought twice about what she was about to do in seeking her Valentine's Day revenge.  Then, again, never embarrassed by her provocative and sexually uninhibited behavior, Tina never regretted anything she did or didn't do.  Even if she knew what Steve had planned in retaliation to her revenge, she wouldn't have changed a thing.

Tina and Steve live in a two family house that Steve's father left his mother, Mary, after he died.  His mother lives alone downstairs on the first floor and Tina and Steve live upstairs on the second floor with their 19-year-old daughter, Julie.  Knowing her husband was the jealous sort, an understatement, figuring that flashing his brother her breasts would get back to him, Tina wanted to tease Jerry for the sake of upsetting her husband, after he forgot her on Valentine's Day.  Two birds with one stone, flashing her brother would not only make her husband jealous but also would soothe her bruised ego by making her feel desirable and wanted by his brother.

The perfect plan, Tina decided to flaunt Jerry her shapely body, while wearing her new, sexy nightgown, the one that she bought for Steve for Valentine's Day and didn't bother to wear.  Since Steve is as cheap with his compliments, as he is with his money, maybe his brother will compliment her sexy body, when he sees her in her oh, so sheer and oh, so revealing, sexy nightgown.  As horny as she was hurt, knowing Jerry was a voyeur, she wanted to live out her sexual fantasy of exhibitionism and flash Jerry, so as to use all that happened to masturbate over later.  Truth be told, she couldn't wait to show Jerry her tits.

Who knows, in the naughty mood that she was in, maybe she'd allow him to touch her, feel her, and grope her, while slapping his hand away and pretending that she was deeply offended and embarrassed.  Oh, yeah, now there's a sexy, teasing game that she'd enjoy playing for revenge.  Definitely, she'd allow him a fresh grab or two of her breasts, perhaps even a feel of her round, firm ass.  A way for her to get back at the both of them, Steve for ignoring her and Jerry for always leering at her, she could only imagine how angry Steve would be, when she told him that his brother had been  fresh with her. 

Already having learned her brother's morning routine by watching him from her second floor living room window, while having her coffee, she knew that Jerry went for a bike ride every morning with two of his friends, just before Steve left for work.  He returned half hour later all sweaty and out of breath, after his brother left for work.  Praying that it didn't rain and ruin her plans to flaunt and expose herself to her brother-in-law, she was happy that the weatherman forecasted a sunny, albeit chilly February day.  With her daughter away at college and with Steve's mother leaving for work, about the same time that Steve did, with no one else around to witness her exhibitionism, she'd be alone in the house with Jerry.  

With Jerry already gone for his bike ride, after Steve left for work, she headed downstairs to his mother's house and knocked on her door.  Knowing what she was about to do was so wrong and so vindictive, which made it all so much more deliciously exciting, knowing there was no turning back now, she was as nervous as she was sexually excited by the thoughts of Jerry seeing her tits.  Her virtually transparent nightgown modestly covered by her thick, terrycloth bathrobe, her only real concern was Jerry's two friends.  Hoping that Jerry didn't invite them in his mother's house, she hoped they remained outside, so that she could flash Jerry alone.

Even in the horny and excited state she was in, she really wouldn't mind Jerry seeing her body, but not his two friends.  Two strangers to her, she didn't even know them.  She may be a exhibitionist slut, but she's not a whore.  A simple revenge, all she wanted to do was to make her husband jealous by flashing her body to his brother because he forgot her on Valentine's Day.  Just as she didn't want every man in the neighborhood seeing her in her sexy nightgown, she didn't want anyone else but Jerry seeing her tits.  If Jerry invited his two friends in his mother's house, not knowing how to get around that, she'd cross that bridge later.  Maybe, somehow, on the pretense that she needed to talk to him privately, she could get Jerry alone in a room and flash him her tits there, without his two friends seeing.

"Hi Mary," she said smiling at Steve's mother, a nice, old lady.

"Hi Tina," she said returning her smile.

"My computer service is out," she said lying.  "May I use your computer to check my e-mails?"

"You can do that from my computer?"

"Yes," she said with patience knowing that her mother wasn't very computer savvy.

"You can check your e-mails on my computer?"  Repeating what she asked in disbelief, Mary gave Tina a look of shocked surprise.  

"Yes," said Tina again with some amusement by her computer illiteracy.

"I didn't know your e-mails were on my computer, Tina," she said.  "Are my e-mails on your computer, too?  How did they get there?"

"My e-mails are not actually on your computer and your e-mails are not on my computer," she said with a little laugh.  "I just log in to my e-mail address from your computer."

"Oh," she said with a bit of confused embarrassment.  "I don't know much about computers, but you can help yourself to mine."

"Thank you, Mary."

"There's still some coffee.  I made extra for Jerry but I always forget that he doesn't drink coffee anymore.  He drinks tea.  The health nut is out riding his bike.  It's too cold to exercise and I always fear that he'll slip on ice and be hit by a car," she said rubbing her arms and turning up the heat.  "Is it cold in here?  It's always so cold in here.  Isn't it cold in here?"

"Thank you, Mary," said Tina already feeling overly warm in her thick, terrycloth bathrobe and overheated by her erotic plan to flash Jerry her tits.

Mary's apartment is always as warm as an oven.  Tina doesn't know how she stands a house so hot.  Her heating bills must be astronomical.  Even the interior of her car is like that and, whenever she drives her somewhere, Tina can't wait to get out of the car to get a breath of cool air.

"Don't bother locking the door, Tina, when you leave.  Jerry will be home from his bike ride in just a few minutes."

"Okay.  Bye.  Have a nice day at work," she said anxious for her to leave and closing the door behind her, when she finally did leave.

Getting more excited with the thoughts that her sexy flashing plan was about to become a reality, Tina watched Mary back her car out of the driveway and turn the corner, before removing her bulky bathrobe.  This is it.  She was finally going to show Jerry what he always wanted to see of his sexy sister.

As if a stripper on stage in costume, she felt naked without her big, bulky bathrobe.  Already terribly excited by the thoughts of flashing Jerry her tits, she looked down at herself and her nipples were already making their appearance by pushing against the thin, shear material of her nightgown.  Hoping to leave nothing to his imagination, wanting him to have a better look at all that she was showing and all that she hoped he'd see, she turned on the light and looked in the mirror to see how much Jerry could see of her.  As if she was wearing nothing but lace covered Saran wrap, she left the light on, when she realized that he could see even more of her curvaceous body, when illuminated.

"Wow.  He can see a lot.  If he stares long and hard enough, he can nearly see the complete outline of my breasts, my areolas, and my nipples.  Oh, yeah," she said staring at herself in the mirror, while cupping her big, firm breasts in her palms and running her fingers across her nipples.  The mere touch of her nipples increased her sexual excitement.  "I'd give him a quick feel of my tits, if he's boldly fresh enough."

Ready to flaunt her shapely body to her brother and now, perhaps, even to his two friends, if he invited them inside. if she wasn't so sexually excited, she'd be so very nervous.  Taking a breath and closing her eyes to relax, she needed to remain calm.  She needed to pretend that she didn't know that he could see as much of her as she knew she was showing and knew he could see.  Never having done anything like this before, even in her wildest sexual fantasies, while masturbating, she didn't know that she was such an exhibitionist slut, until now.  She felt so wickedly aroused in her sexy nightgown, knowing that Jerry would appreciate seeing so much of her exposed body through the sheer material, especially her breasts.  Feeling as if a cross between a sexy diva and a slutty vixen, she loved playing the part of the desirable woman that she was.

Just as she did in her mother's house, when looking at herself in the mirror, before coming downstairs, she stood in her full-length mirror to see what Jerry could see of her through the sheer material of her nightgown.  Feeling so shockingly daring, definitely, he could see the impression of her nipples and if he looked closely enough, which she knew he would, he could see the entire outline of her C cup breasts through the sheer lace of her nightgown.  She felt much like Jennifer Lopez, when standing on the red carpet, while wearing her sheer gown that exposes her breasts, after being lit up by the flash of the Paparazzi cameras.  With no one there but the two of them, she wondered if he'd reach out and touch her breasts.  She wondered if he'd be brazen enough to finger her nipples.  Just the thought of Jerry's hands cupping her breasts and his fingers fingering her nipples made her soaking wet and wildly horny.

Would he dare feel her tits and fondle her breasts, while fingering her nipples through her nightgown?  What would she do, if he did?  Just the thought of him inappropriately touching her excited her.  Demonized by hormones, in the way she's been so horny lately, if he reached out his hand, she'd allowed him to feel her tits, before pulling away in feigned shocked surprise.  Finally feeling so sexually alive and erotically adventurous, after being so ignored, she hasn't felt this way, since before being married, when she was still dating Steve and allowing him every liberty by feeling and fondling her virginal body.

Walking uncharted ground, without giving thought to the repercussions of a man who has lusted over her for years, what would she do, if she overly excited Jerry and he wanted her to touch his cock through his bicycle shorts?  Would she touch his cock?  What if he wanted more?  What if he wanted sex?  The thoughts of having sex with someone, other than her husband, especially the thoughts of having sex with her brother, made her wet.  There was something deliciously forbidden about having incestuous sex, even though Jerry wasn't related to her by blood.  Yet, feeling confident that she could handle herself in any situation, while figuring there wasn't anything wrong with a little touchy feely and tickle and grab between a brother-in-law and a sister-in-law, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.  

She paced back and forth in front of the mirror looking to see what else he could see of her and, no doubt, he could see plenty.  Definitely, he could see the outline of her bikini panties.  Only, sort of like wearing knee high stockings with a gown, she didn't like the look of him seeing her bikini panties through her nightgown.  As if an expansion strip on a highway, her panties ruined the lines of her curvaceous body and she realized now why so many celebrities didn't wear panties beneath their designer gowns.  In a wild and wicked move, aware that she'll be flashing her brother more than just her tits, she reached beneath her nightgown and removed her panties.

"Oh, my God.  I feel so naked," she said stepping closer to the mirror in the way that she imagined Jerry stepping closer to her.  "Clearly, as if I'm wearing a black bra beneath a sheer white blouse, he can see my patch of brown pubic hair."

Then, when a moist wetness between her legs warmed her, as much as excited her, suddenly, she felt so sexy.  With just a thin, transparent piece of material between her and her naked body, as if she was naked, after removing her panty, now just as she could see her pussy and her ass, along with her breasts, while turning side to side and looking at herself in the mirror, Jerry could, no doubt, see her pussy and her ass, along with her breasts.  Feeling so horny, she felt so vulnerable and for the first time in years, she felt like a sexy and desirable woman.




Payback is a Bitch, You Slut Bitch



"Oh, my God, I just had another hot flash.  Can I really flash my brother my ass, my tits, and my pussy?  Oh, my God, I just had another gush of horniness.  Oh, my God, I so need to get laid but, even though I think about doing him, I'd never do my husband's brother.  Crossing the incestuous line would be so wrong.  Teasing him is one thing but having sex with him is another.  I may imagine having sex with Jerry, while masturbating, but I'd never have sex with brother-in-law."

Just from the action of removing her panties, just from the sexy thoughts that suddenly ran through her mind of having sex with Jerry and the thoughts that she was about to show her brother her nearly naked body through the sheerness of her sexy nightgown, tingling all over with sexual lust and desire, she could feel a familiar warm wetness between her legs.  Not only was she about to show her brother-in-law her breasts but also her pussy and her ass, as well.  With the thought that she was so nakedly exposed, she was already so terribly aroused.  Yet, on the pretense that she didn't know she was showing all that she was showing and he'd be seeing all that he'd be seeing, she needed to remain calm, so that Jerry would think her flashing him was accidental and not preplanned.

"What would his reaction be from seeing so much of his sexy sister, the woman he's lusted over for years?  What would my reaction be from showing so much of myself to my brother-in-law, my husband's brother?  For sure, I'd never have sex with my brother-in-law, that's just one line that I'd never cross," she said, while thinking out loud and fantasizing about what it would be like to have sex with him.  "Besides, sex is not what this was about," she said having to remind herself.  "This is about exhibitionism and voyeurism.  Innocent, albeit erotic fun, this is about teasing and flashing my husband's brother.  More importantly, this is about making my husband jealously angry that his brother saw my nearly naked body.  This is about getting even with my husband for being so insensitive to my needs, wants, and desires.  This is about him forgetting me on Valentine's Day."

When not receiving what she needed from her husband, wanting to be loved, appreciated, noticed, and desired as a woman, she'd tease her brother.  What she first thought was simple Valentine's Day revenge was more than that.  From showing him her tits that had grown to showing him all of her body, Tina hoped to receive an injection of Jerry's lust to uplift her hurt ego.

A long time since she's purposely teased anyone's cock, suddenly she felt like the cockteaser that she has grown to become.  Sure lots of guys look at her while, no doubt, lusting over her exposed cleavage, but she's never been a planned and purposeful participant in their sexy games of exhibitionism and voyeurism and flashing and teasing.  Forever the faithful and loving wife, blaming it now on her raging hormones, this was the first time having such naughty, sexy, and inappropriate thoughts towards a man not her husband.  Pretending that she forgot her brother was visiting from Seattle, pretending that she didn't know that he was out riding his bike, and pretending that she didn't realize how much of her body that Jerry could see through her revealing nightgown, she just wanted to make her husband jealous.  In truth, she wanted to feel like a woman again and not a subservient and abused housewife.

If Jerry didn't tell Steve that he saw her in her nightgown, taking the payback to the next level, she was prepared to do just that.  She figured that she'd model the nightgown for her husband, when he came home from work, and after his brother saw her wearing it.  Not only did she need to show Steve how sheer the nightgown is and how much he can see of her but also how much Jerry had seen of her nearly naked body.  Figuring that she'd tell him that she bought the nightgown expressly for him for Valentine's Day, she needed to see his reaction when reminding him of all that he missed Valentine's night.  Did he purposely not acknowledge the holiday or did he just forget? No matter, she couldn't wait to see the jealous rage on his face, after she told him that his brother saw her in her sheer, sexy nightgown, when she went downstairs to use his mother's computer.

"Oh, my God, Steve, I was so embarrassed, when Jerry walked in the house and saw me sitting at your mother's computer virtually naked," she imagined saying to her husband, while modeling the nightgown for him to see all that Jerry saw.  "I had no idea how much of my body Jerry could see, until I saw his eyes bugging out of his head and after I looked at myself in the mirror later." 

"Tina, my brother saw you wearing that flimsy nightgown?  How could you flaunt your nearly naked self in front of my brother like that?  You slut!  Have you no shame?"  She imagined Steve saying to her with his face beat red.

Ready to retort to whatever his outrage, she had thought of everything defense to save her virtue and protect her reputation, as his forever faithful, albeit scorned wife.

"Because it was so hot in your mother's house, I removed my terrycloth bathrobe.  In the way this nightgown is so sheer, no doubt, your brother saw my tits, my ass, and my pussy, Steve.  Now that I know he saw so much of my naked body, I'm so embarrassed.  With you the only man who has seen me naked, I feel so dirty and so violated," she imagining saying to him later that night.

"Why were you even downstairs, Tina," she imagined him saying, no doubt thinking that she is the slut she had become.  She imagined him interrogating her, after suspecting that she had an ulterior motive in going downstairs in her sexy nightgown.

"With no one home, when I went downstairs to use your Mom's computer, I forgot Jerry was staying with your mother and I didn't know he went out for a bike ride every morning.  I was so embarrassed, when he suddenly opened the front door, walked in the room, and stared at me, leered at me, actually, as if I was naked.  Not realizing how much I was showing and how much he could see of me, I realized all he could see, when he leered at me, as if I was naked.  As if I was sitting there naked, Steve, Jerry saw everything.  I'm so very embarrassed," she'd say theatrically wiping an imagined tear from her eye for dramatic effect.

She could only imagine the rage of her husband knowing that another man, especially his brother of all men, not only saw her nearly naked body but also wants her, desires her, and lusts over her.  A woman scorned, maybe then, he'd notice that she's an attractive and sexual woman which, of course, she is.  A classic Italian beauty, her Sicilian blood as pure as her innocence, she was a virgin, when she married Steve twenty years ago.  With her long, dark brown hair, mahogany eyes, olive oil complexion, and shapely body, she's a very beautiful and desirable woman that any man would love to bed.

After flashing Jerry all that he, no doubt, fantasized seeing of her, maybe then, after knowing that his brother had seen her nearly naked, voluptuous body, her husband would pay her the loving attention that she so desperately deserved, needed, and wanted.  Maybe then, after getting even, he'd feel bad about not acknowledging Valentine's Day with his gifts and expressions of love.  Maybe then, after feeling sorry, he'd appreciate all that she does for him to help him through his day.  Maybe then, with the renewed excitement that she was more of a sexual woman, they could live together in loving bliss for the next twenty years.

Only, in the horny stage that she was in right now, after she flashed her brother her nearly naked body, she knew she'd be masturbating upstairs on her bed with the wicked thoughts of all that she showed Jerry and all that he saw of her.  Even though she never would, maybe when she masturbated, she'd think about sucking Jerry's cock.  Maybe she'd masturbate, while imagining Jerry licking her and fucking her in the way that she'd imagine sucking him and fucking him, if only she could, maybe she would, while knowing she wouldn't.  Yet, surely, she'd only cross that incestuous line in her sexual fantasies and never in real life, especially not today in her mother-in-law's house, of all places.

With the sunlight pouring in the room and lighting her up, especially whenever she stood in front of the big, bay window, looking as if she wasn't even wearing a nightgown, without doubt, Jerry could see everything.  As if standing in front of an open refrigerator door without any lights on in the kitchen or standing in front of the TV without any lights on in the living room, the sunlight made her thin nightgown totally transparent.  Definitely, he could see her nipples, areolas, and the entire shape of her breasts, along with the dark impression of her trimmed pussy.  If he stared close enough and long enough, he could count every one of her pubic hairs.  Then, when she used the double mirror to see what he could see from behind, she knew he could see her ass crack, too.

"Oh, my God.  It's as if I'm wearing nothing," she said looking at herself in her mother's mirror.  "I feel so naked.  I feel so daring.  I feel so sexy.  Feeling so very wicked, I feel so alive.  I'm so horny."

Just as she thought that.  Just as she uttered that aloud, she heard Jerry coming in the outside front hall with his bike and, thankfully, he was alone.  She looked out the window and his two friends were sitting on the stoop waiting for him outside.  He must be going out again, otherwise he would have invited them inside to stay warm.

She didn't have much time.  Quickly, she moved to the computer, turned it on, and sat in the chair, but not before lowering her nightgown straps and pushing open the front of her nightgown to expose much of her cleavage.  She looked down at herself to see what he could see, should he stand over her, which he always does, when she's wearing a low cut top.  Oh, my God, even with her lowest cut peasant blouse, never has she exposed as much cleavage to anyone, especially not to her brother, of all people, while wearing this sexy, sheer nightgown.

"A good wife and a good mother, because of the neglectful way my husband treats me, suddenly, I'm such an exhibitionist slut.  I can't wait to masturbate over all that I'm showing him and all that he's seeing," she said out loud, just as Jerry opened his mother's front door.

Having already practiced the moves upstairs, she knew with every movement of her arms on the keyboard and with the mouse that her nightgown straps would fall lower and the top of her nightgown would open more.  Especially when leaning forward, on the pretense of looking more closely at the computer screen, she knew the entire top portion of her breasts, even her areolas and nipples would be totally exposed to him.  Actually, when he stood over her and peered down her nightgown, with her nightgown top so low cut and so open, especially when she leaned forward, she delighted in the fact that he'd be seeing her areolas and nipples.  If she was excited with the thought of her brother seeing so much of her cleavage, she was even more excited by the thought of him seeing her areolas and nipples.  

Wishing she could rise out of her body to watch him staring and leering at her exposed breasts, as if she was someone else, wanting to see the excited look of lust on his face, knowing they were his favorite part of her body, she so wanted to show him her tits.  Only, not ready for that, she wasn't that daringly adventurous and brazenly slutty.  Yet, willing to show him most of her breasts, so long as she made her flash appear accidental, even though flashing him was purposely and thoughtfully done, she couldn't just show her brother her boobs.

With no way for her to accidentally on purpose flash him while topless, he'd no doubt think that she was a whore, if she showed him her entire breast.  Showing him her entire breast would be so obvious, too obvious, and so wrong.  Knowing that he was such a breast man and knowing that he was, obviously, attracted to her, more fun just to tease him a little and allow him to imagine the rest, while flashing him, it wouldn't take much to drive him mad with desire for her.  Besides, after she flashed him and when he was alone in his room, no doubt, he'd imagine more than he saw, while masturbating over the nearly naked thoughts of her.

Comparing today to then, she thought back twenty years ago.  Remembering that fateful day, she hasn't shown as much of her body that she's showing now, since her wedding day.  With a huge wind gush and a bride's blush, the wind lifted the front of her wedding gown to her face, as she alighted from the limousine.  Everyone standing out in front of the church, including Jerry, while watching and waiting for her, saw her sheer, white barely there panty.

Then, with the champagne freely flowing, she hasn't shown as much of her breasts as she's showing now, since the top of her wedding gown fell nearly to her waist, when she was dancing with her arms raised.  A little bit tipsy from just two glasses of champagne, the only man who had ever seen her breasts, that is, before her top fell, was Steve.  As if it was her fault, as if she had purposely flashed every man in attendance at her wedding, first her panties and then her tits, Steve was livid.  Embarrassingly, she found out later that nearly every male family member, friend, and co-worker, including Jerry, had taken a picture of her exposed breasts, along with her exposed panty.  Whenever she was horny and alone, whenever she felt the need to touch herself with her finger or vibrator, or fuck herself with her dildo, she imagined Jerry masturbating over all that he saw of her that fateful wedding day for years.  

"Oh, hi, Tina," said Jerry talking to her huge line of exposed cleavage, as soon as he walked in his mother's bedroom and saw her sitting at the computer so exposed.  "I didn't know you were here," he said smiling, as if happier to see her exposed breasts than to see her. 

As if it was the sun beating down upon her on a warm summer day, instead of a cold day in February, feeling the heat of his stare, as if he was a starving man seeing food or a thirsty man seeing water, she couldn't believe how hard and how long he stared at her exposed breasts.  Making her feel so much like the sexual woman that she wants and needs to be, after faithfully being married to the same man for 20 years, if only her husband wanted her as much as did his brother, she'd be a happy woman.  In the way that he stared at her and in the horny state she was in, she was tempted to tear off her nightgown and allow him to have his wicked way with her.

The undivided attention of him staring at so much of her exposed breasts added to her sexual excitement.  Making her so horny, she couldn't wait to go upstairs and masturbate over all that she had already flashed her brother and all that he saw.  Her perfect plan coming true to fruition, her brother-in-law leered at her big tits in the way that she wish her husband would.  After being married to Steve for so long, she forgot what it's like to be so wanted and so desired.  Only, in the case of Jerry, she knew he lusted over her and it wouldn't surprise her, just as she couldn't wait to do herself, if he masturbated over the thoughts of seeing so much of her exposed breasts.  Just as she'd masturbate about later, she wondered if he masturbated, while fantasizing about having sex with her.  With him being such an appreciative audience, with him receptive for more, he made her want to tease him and show him even more of her hot body than just her breasts.

"Hi, Jerry," she said swiveling in her chair to face him.  

She had raised her short nightgown, just before he entered the room and with her knees immodestly parted, she watched his eyes dart from her cleavage to her exposed thighs.  Temped to open her thighs wider, tempted to flash him her naked pussy, but controlling herself from doing that, she wondered if he could see her pussy.

"What are you doing?"  He said raising his line of sight from her thighs to her tits.

When she saw him staring at her breasts again, she leaned down in her chair to pick up an imaginary speck from the carpet to discard in the trash bucket.  She knew that particular movement would show Jerry even more of her breasts and so much more than he's ever seen and only imagined seeing of her tits before, since the wedding.  Also, she knew leaning down like that would lower her nightgown straps, while opening up the front of her nightgown and he'd see the entire front teardrop shape of her big breasts.  Feeling like such a cock teasing slut and loving the feeling of being such a cockteaser, especially with having such a captive audience, she loved the arousing feeling of having a man desire her again.

"Your Mom said I could use her computer to check my e-mails.  My service is out from the storm we had last night," she said folding her arms across her breasts from the self-consciousness of his continued stare.

"Sure, no problem.  I'm going back out, after I take a shower.  My two friends are waiting for me outside.  Knowing how hot my Mom's house always is, they were too hot to come inside," he said.  "I'm sweating from riding."

"I'm sweating, too," she said.  "I had to remove my bathrobe.  I hope you don't mind," she said unfolding her arms and moving them away from her breasts, so that he could get a better look of what she was trying to show him and what she was hoping he'd see.  "It's always so hot in your mother's house."

As if trying to count the freckles she had on the top of her chest, he stared at the nearly bare images her breasts made through her nightgown.  Aroused by his sexual interest, she felt her nipples hardening under the heat of his stare and she imagined him fingering her nipples, before sucking them.  He already had a big bulge in his tight, bicycle shorts, and the mere sight of his hardening, Spandex clad cock made her horny.  After having a 20 year, steady diet of Steve's cock, the only cock she's ever seen, touched, stroked, fucked, and sucked, she couldn't help but wonder what Jerry's cock looked like.

"No, I don't mind.  I'm as much of a guest here as you are.  My mother's house is your house," he said with a laugh.  "And you're right.  It's always an inferno in Mom's house."

"Before you shower, Jerry, can you help me?  I can't find the Internet on your Mom's computer.  With all these icons she has on her desktop, she has the Internet Explorer hidden somewhere," she said with a laugh, now knowing that with this invitation that he'd come closer to stand and lean over her, while getting a good down nightgown view of her ample breasts. 

No doubt, especially with her leaning forward on the pretense of looking more closely at the computer screen, he'd probably see her areolas, maybe even her nipples.  Hoping he would see all that she wanted to show him of her breasts, while wondering what she'd do, if he did, she wished he'd stick his big hand down her nightgown to feel and fondle her big tits, while fingering her nipples.  No man, but for her husband, has ever felt the weight of her big breasts in his hands.  No man, but for her husband, has ever fingered and sucked her nipples. 

"My Mom is always inadvertently creating unnecessary desktop icons.  Just as she doesn't know how not to make them, she doesn't know how to remove them," he said with an excited laugh.

"Thank you for your help, Jerry," she said looking up at him to make eye contact but his eyes were looking elsewhere.

Now knowing that he was getting a real good look of her breasts, she couldn't wait to go upstairs to masturbate, after showing him all that he had obviously seen.  As if trying to see her nipples, he was looking down her nightgown top at her big boobs with such a determined stare.  She didn't have to look to know he was leering.  Giving him a good show and a long look, she was already so sexually excited.  She couldn't believe she was flashing her brother most of her tits and the more she was showing him, by evidence of his growing bulge, the more sexually excited he was getting and the more she was getting sexually excited, too.




Payback is a Bitch, You Slut Bitch



Remembering back nearly twenty years, except for what had happened at the wedding, Jerry hasn't seen as much as her breasts, since the time, before his father died, when he was living downstairs with his parents.  Using her new baby, his niece, Julie, as his excuse to come upstairs, especially when his brother was at work, he'd hang around her, while watching her breastfeed Julie.  Back then, a little self-conscious about breastfeeding in public, especially in front of her new brother, she didn't realize that Jerry hung around her, just to watch her breastfeed, while hoping, no doubt, to get a glimpse of her big, milk laden breasts.

Always covered by a towel, if only she was the exhibitionist slut back then that she is now, an easy flash to do, she would have accidentally on purpose dropped her towel and flashed him her breasts, while breastfeeding.  Yet, still embarrassed from what had happened at her wedding a little more than a year before, especially after the big deal her husband made of her having exposed her breasts, as if it was her fault, she had become self-consciously aware of how much of her breasts she was showing back then.  Then, gradually exposing more of her breasts by wearing low cut tops that showed more of her cleavage, it took years before she enjoyed the looks she received from men, whenever they noticed her big, jiggling, and bouncing boobs.

Nonetheless her one-time flashing history of accidentally exposing her sheer panties and big breasts at her wedding, along with her enjoyment received from men seeing her cleavage now, had she exposed her milk laden breasts to Jerry back then, when she was breastfeeding, she wondered if he would have sucked the milk from her breasts.  If she was breastfeeding now, instead of then, in the horny state she was in and that he was obviously in, too, by the evidence of his growing erection, breastfeeding the perfect opportunity to flash him, she'd have no reservations about accidentally on purpose dropping her towel and flashing her brother her tits.  Even though he got a good look at her panties and breasts at the wedding and, no doubt, had saved a photo of her lingerie and bare breasts to masturbate over later, when alone, notwithstanding that one flashing, albeit embarrassing accident, had she shown him her tits then, while breastfeeding, she wondered if he'd still be as interested in seeing her tits now.  By the look in his eyes, he was more than interested in seeing her breasts again.

"I don't know why her connection isn't obvious," he said staring at the screen in-between staring down her nightgown.  He was obviously acting as if he couldn't find the Internet icon to take a longer look at her tits.

"I have no idea where it is on this screen," she said leaning closer to the monitor, as her nightgown straps moved lower and her nightgown top opened wider.  She was giving him a real good look now at all that he, not doubt, hoped and wanted to see.  She wondered if he could see her areolas.  With her nipples erect and pushing hard against the sheer material of her nightgown, she wondered if he could see the exposed tips of her mammary glands.

"Oh, here it is," he said leaning in closer to reach across the front of her to move the mouse and depress the enter key. 

When he moved in that way, instead of leaning back in her chair to get out of his way, on the pretense of looking more closely at the computer screen, she leaned forward and his hand slowly brushed by the front of her breast and continued moving across her nipples.  When his hand brushed her breasts, her nipples hardened and she felt a sexual shiver that went from her brain to her pussy.  Wishing, more than wishing, having never felt another man's touch, she hoped he'd reach his hand down and inside her open nightgown top and cup her big breasts in his hand.  More than just a sexual fantasy, for the first real time, she wanted her brother to touch her and to feel here in the way that she wished her husband would but doesn't.

If only he'd reach out his hand and grab and grope her breasts, more fodder for her to masturbate over later, she'd have given him a quick feel, while mildly protesting.  If only he'd stick his hand down her nightgown, cup her breasts, and finger her nipples, in the sexual excited state she was in, she may have turned around in her chair and sucked his cock.  Then, as if it was his personal libido thermometer and he had a high sexual fever, when she straightened her posture in her chair, she felt the hardness of his erection rubbing against her shoulder.  Tempted to swivel around in her chair and feel his cock thought his bicycle shorts with her hand, she was so tempted to tease him more, by rubbing her upper body against his bulge, as if his growing erection was her personal back massager.

With the movement of her body, just as she had anticipated, the front of her nightgown straps had lowered significantly more and, other than stripping off her nightgown in front of him, there wasn't much more of her breasts that she could possibly expose to him without her being topless.  So close to exposing her areolas and nipples to him, he was getting a real, double eyeful now.  She didn't have to wonder if he was looking, she just knew he was.  She didn't have to know what he was thinking, no doubt thinking about feeling her tits, while she sucked his cock, his lust for her filled the air and was there in his stare.

"Oh, I see it now.  Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," he said still standing so close to her with his hardening cock pressed against her shoulder, while looking down her top, before stepping away, no doubt, ready to leave the room to take his shower, while masturbating over all that he's already seen of her.

Not wanting him to leave, now in a sexual panic and wanting him, no doubt, as much as he wanted her, forgetting about checking her e-mails, the reason why she was supposedly downstairs in the first place, she was having too much fun teasing him to stop.  Wanting to delay his departure, wanting to continue teasing him, and wanting to see how far she could go and how big his bulge would get, she opened Google.  Then, not knowing what to type, she typed, while asking her question out loud.

"How to do proper crunches?"

"Crunches?  I can show you how to do crunches, Tina," he said with a chuckle.  "I was just about to do some in my room, before taking my shower," he said moving down to the floor.

"Oh, that would be great, Jerry, if you could show me," she said watching him get down on the floor.  "I'd like to tone up to fit in my bikini for the summer," she said putting a hand to her stomach, while sticking out her big tits.

She watched him do a couple dozen crunches.  By the stretch his cock made in his skin tight bicycle pants, it was obvious that she was successful in unmercifully exciting him by showing him most of her breasts.  He already had an erection that he tried to conceal with his hand, when he saw her looking.  From his vantage point on the floor, if she parted her knees just a little, he'd have a perfect up nightgown view of her pussy.

The mere thought that she could innocently and accidentally, on purpose, of course, flash her brother her pussy, after having flashed him her most of her breasts, excited her even more.  Did she dare flash Jerry her pussy, too?  Being that she was an innocent virgin, when she married, deemed a good, Catholic parochial school girl, and with Steve the only man she's ever known, could she show Jerry something that only Steve and her gynecologist have seen?  She was about to open her knees and flash him her pussy, when he spoke.

"Maybe you should try doing some crunches, Tina," he said sitting upright.  

Maybe she should try?  Maybe she should try what?  Flash him her pussy, while doing crunches?  Hello?  She can't get on the floor, not with what she's wearing or not wearing.  She's wearing a short, sexy nightgown with no panties.  Nonetheless, daring herself to get on the floor and knowing that she'd soon be showing him all that he hoped to see of her and more, and suddenly having the wicked urge to flash him her pussy, she moved from the computer chair to the floor like a lady.  If she thought she was excited before, when flashing him most of her breasts, she was even more excited now knowing that she'd be flashing him her holy of most holies, her inner sanctimonious, her pussy.

As soon as she climbed down from the computer chair to the floor, she knew she'd be showing him more than any sister should ever show her brother-in-law.  As soon as she was on the floor, her nightgown moved from just above her knee to the middle of her thigh.  With him sitting by her feet and holding her ankles, if she spread her knees just a little, with her nightgown raising higher, while lifting her torso to do a crunch, she'd be flashing him her pussy.  She so wanted to show him her pussy but, afraid to flash him what her husband's brother should never see of her, she didn't dare.  Should she flash him?  Could she flash him?  Already wicked enough that she flashed him most of her breasts, how could she flash him her pussy, without being obvious? 

She stretched out her legs, put her hands behind her head, and slowly lifted the upper half of her body.  As if offering her breasts to him, he had a really good view of her tits now through the oh, so stretched tight, thin fabric of her nightgown.  She watched his eyes burn two holes where her dark, brown nipples pushed against the sheer material of her nightgown.  As if they were already in his mouth and hands, two big Hershey kisses that he could suck on, she could feel his lips sucking her nipples and his hand fondling her breasts.

She was so excited knowing that her brother not only was staring at her breasts but also that he could, no doubt, see her dark nipples through her nearly transparent nightgown.  Unable to make the first step, other than what she already did in teasing him by flashing him her breasts through her nightgown, in the horny state she was in now, she'd let him suck her nipples, if only he'd make the first move by touching them, feeling them, and fondling them.  With each crunch, with each upward motion, knowing she was flashing him more, she felt her nightgown climb higher up her thigh, until her nightgown was just a few short revealing inches from exposing her entire pussy to him.  He was looking at her upper thighs now, as much as he was staring at her breasts before and she wondered if he could see her pussy.  With her nightgown so high up, how could he not see her exposed pussy?

Did she dare show her brother her pussy?  With him wanting to shower in preparation to go out with his friends, she knew that if she didn't flash him her pussy now that, once he had left to take his shower, once she was upstairs masturbating, and once he returned home to Seattle, for the first time in her life regretting anything, she'd regret not flashing him her pussy.  Now or never, going for broke, willing to show him all that her husband has intimately seen and rejected of her, when he let go of her ankles, she asked him the next question with not only innocence but also with unimaginable sexual excitement.

"Should I do crunches like this or should I raise my knees?"

Not waiting for his reply, she raised her knees.  As soon as she raised her knees, her nightgown hem immediately fell to the top of her pubic hair and, from where he was sitting by her feet, she knew that he could now see her exposed pussy slit and pubic hair through her legs.  Oh, my God, she was so very excited that she was exposing her pussy to her brother.

With her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair now clearly visible to him, along with the pink view that he, no doubt, had of her, she had crossed the innocent teasing line to the incestuously forbidden line.  She knew she'd be flashing him her pussy, once she raised her knees, but she didn't care.  It had been a long time, since she felt so sexually excited and wanting the sexual excitement not to stop, she wanted to continue teasing him.  Wanting to show him her pussy, hoping he'd reach out and cup and finger her pussy, she wanted to flash him all of her pussy.

As if the sexual excitement caused a fire alarm to go off through her brain, her pussy was now fully exposed to her brother.  Never thinking she'd be so daring and so slutty, having planned that she'd only flash him her cleavage, along with whatever bits and pieces of her body that he could see through her nightgown, even when she decided to remove her panties, she never figured on flashing him her pussy, too, that is, other than the dark patch of pubic hair that he could see through her sheer nightgown.  Truth be told, she never figured that she'd be just as aroused as he obviously was.  In flashing her brother-in-law, she not only surprised him but she surprised herself, too.

Now, with every crunch that she did, with her knees parted and her thighs opening up more to show her brother even more of herself, she knew he'd soon be seeing all of her.  With her pink pussy lips glistening with her wetness, her clit fully aroused and exposed, and her nightgown now nearly up to her waist, just as most of her breasts had been exposed to him, as if she was completely naked, now all of her pussy was exposed to him, too.  Her husband's brother was seeing what no sister-in-law should ever show her brother-in-law.

"Oh, my God, Tina!"

"What?  What's the matter?  Is there a bug?  A spider?  I hate spiders," she said looking all around her, while taking the opportunity to turn one way and then the other to expose her naked ass to my brother, too.

"Please, put your legs down and fix your nightgown.  You're totally exposed," he said acting embarrassed, but still not averting his stare.

"Sorry," she said putting down her legs, grabbing the front hem of her nightgown and pushing it between her legs, but not pulling down the sides of her nightgown.

Even though he shocked her by his reaction of modesty, even though she felt a twinge of embarrassment reddening her face, she was too sexually aroused to care how much of her she was showing and how much of her he could see.  With her arms outstretched behind her, sitting on her palms, she sat there so innocently with her nightgown bunched around her waist and crotch, while pretending that she didn't know that her pussy was still so exposed to him.  Even though he still stared, obviously, even though he knew she was still so exposed, he didn't tell her to cover up this time.  This time, he continued staring.

Even with his hand covering his bulge, she could clearly see that he was just as aroused as he was.  He had a massive erection.  Still feeling sexually aroused but now feeling guilty for having shown Jerry too much of her naked body, feeling like the slut that she was, the heat of his stare, along with the perverse look that he had on his face, suddenly made her feel uncomfortable.

Afraid she had gone too far, when she saw his erection, staring at his big bulge, as much as he had been staring at her exposed breasts and pussy, she so wanted to reach out and touch him, but she didn't dare.  Wild with incestuous lust, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, she so wanted to take out his cock and stroke him, before taking him in her mouth to suck him.  She was curious if his cock was just like his brother's cock.  Never having experienced another cock, other than her husband's cock, she was curious if his cock felt the same way in her hand, as Steve's cock felt.  She was curious if his cock tasted the same as Steve's cock did, too.  Her little flashing and teasing game of Valentine's Day revenge had suddenly and unexpectedly turned into so much more, more than she had expected, and maybe even more than she could handle.

She pulled down her nightgown, as lady like as she could, as she got up from the floor.  Yet, judging by his stare, she inadvertently gave him another good look of her pussy, along with her ass, when getting up from the floor.  Now feeling so desperately foolish, having gone too far, she was embarrassed now.  Having received more of a reaction that she hoped to receive, his stare made her feel just as perverted as he obviously was.  Besides, now that she realized that she was mercilessly teasing him, she didn't want to be a known as his sister, the cockteaser, of Tina, Steve's slut wife.  She imagined, as soon as she left, he'd be masturbating his lust for her in the shower and down the drain.  If only she could, she wished she could watch him stroke himself and cum.  In the horny state she was still in, nothing more than her sexual fantasy, she wished she could shower with him, while giving him a hand job. 

Having already shown her brother most of her breasts, she just showed him all of her naked pussy.  Wondering how much of this Jerry would tell his brother and how much of this that she dared tell her husband, she stood there in her sexy, nearly see through nightgown in embarrassed and regretful silence.  She watched her brother-in-law stand, while he still stared at the dark impression her breasts and pubic made in her nightgown.  Suddenly, she felt dirty and she folded her arms across her breasts to hide them.  Suddenly, even though it was she who wanted to tease him and use him to make her husband insanely jealous in her twisted sense of Valentine's Day revenge, by the continued focus of his stare, she felt violated.

"You're so beautiful, Tina," he said.

Oh, oh, never fearing her brother before, suddenly, she was afraid.  She knew by the crazed look on his face that she was in trouble.  No doubt, she had gone too far by exposing too much of herself to a man, who was already crazy with sexual desire for her.

"Thank you," she said reaching for her bathrobe.  "I'll leave you to take your shower, Jerry."  

Only, reaching out for her and putting his arms around her, he grabbed her, held her, and hugged her, while trying to kiss her, before she could reach for her robe.

"Don't you want to take a shower with me?"  He whispered his words in her ear that made her involuntarily recoil.

"Pardon?"

"We could shower together and I could wash your back, as well as your big breasts," he said running his hand across the front of her and touching and feeling her breasts through her nightgown.

Shocked that it was happening, even though she wished and fantasized that he would, not stopping him from touching her, instead, she stared down at his hand, while watching him feel her breasts.  The touch of her brother's hand felt excitingly good at first, until she gathered her wits about her and realized what he was doing was sexually assaulting her.  No one had ever felt her breasts, other than her husband.  A cacophony of sexual feeling flooded her mind, and excited her but, suddenly afraid, she needed to remove herself from him.

"Shower together?  No," she said with a nervous laugh, while wiggling from his grasp and pushing him away.  "I'm married to your brother, Jerry.  You're my brother.  Showering together, seeing one another naked, would be so wrong."

"What does it matter, Tina?  That nightgown is so transparent that you're practically naked now.  Besides, I've already seen your pussy and most of your breasts," he said with a lecherous look, while running his index finger over her curvaceous body, as if her body was a road and his finger a car.

When he said he's already seen her pussy and most of her breasts, even though she still felt excited that he saw so much of her body, even though her excitement heighted, when he traced her body with his finger, she felt so very embarrassed, mortified, and humiliated.  Oh, my God, what has she done?  The dear, loving, and solid relationship that she once enjoyed with her brother will never be the same.  Having gone too far, it was one thing for her to flash him and tease him, but it was quite another thing for her to show him her nearly naked body.  Then, when he rubbed her exhibitionism in her face by confronting her with all that he saw, the realization of what she had done by showing him her pussy was all her fault.




Payback is a Bitch, You Slut Bitch



He stepped closer to her.  Then, he reached out his hand and cupped her breast through her nightgown in his palm.  Staring down at his hand and watching him grope her, as if watching him touch someone else in a surreal dream, feeling as if she was having an out of body experience and watching someone else being felt and groped, she looked down at his hand fondling her breast and fingering her nipple through her nightgown.  What felt so good before, when he first touched her, suddenly felt so bad now.  Something that she imagined him doing and wanted him to do before, when she was first planning on flashing him, was now met with disgust and rejection.  She couldn't believe he fondled her breast and fingered her nipple.  She recoiled again.

"Jerry!"  Hungry for the attention, even though a part of her wanted him to continue, she slapped his hand away.

"What?  I only wanted to feel what you've been so determined to show me," he said reaching out his hand to cup her breast again through her nightgown and, this time, running his fingers across her erect nipples more forcibly, before pulling them and twisting them between his fingers.

Oh, my God, she thought she was going to cum, when he touched her in that way.

"Jerry!  Stop.  Don't," she said pushing him away again.  "How dare you touch me in that way?"

"How dare I?  Isn't this what you wanted, Tina, by coming down here wearing that barely there nightgown?"

"No, I didn't even know--"

"You didn't even know what, Tina?  That I'd be home or was it your plan to tell my brother that you forgot that I was visiting?"

"What are you talking about?  Get out of my way.  I have to go upstairs."

Jerry blocked her path.

"I've always loved your body, Tina.  Ever since I saw your panties on your wedding day, I've always wanted to lick your pussy, before fucking your pussy.  I've always loved your big tits, Tina," he said stepping closer to feel her big boobs, again.  "Ever since I saw your big tits on your wedding day, I've always wanted to see your big boobs again.  I can't tell you how many times I masturbated over you, while staring at the topless picture that I took of you at the wedding, as I imagined touching, feeling, and sucking your big boobs.  Ever since Julie was born and I watched you breastfeed her, I've always wanted to suck your big tits.  I'm hungry for you.  I've always wanted you, Tina."

"How dare you?  Get away from me, you pervert."

"Pervert?  If I'm a pervert, then you're a cockteaser."

As soon as she slapped his hand away, he stepped forward and filled his hands with both of her breasts.  Feeling her and fondling her everywhere, groping her tits, cupping her pussy, and squeezing her ass, he was touching her where no brother should ever touch his sister-in-law.

"Stop Jerry or I'll tell Steve," she said pushing his hand away and taking a step back.  "Get away from me.  I mean it."

"You've been staring at it," he said looking down at the big bulge his cock made in his bicycle shorts.  "Don't you want to see it?  Don't you want to touch it and feel it, before you run upstairs, Tina?  Let me give you something hard to masturbate over, Tina.  Let me show you what I always wanted to show my sexy sister."

"Pardon?"

"My cock," he said.  "You haven't taken your eyes off my erection, since I walked in the house."

He grabbed her hand and knowing what he was about to do, she pulled her hand away, but too strong for her, he put her hand on his erection through his bicycle shorts and held it there.  Unable to move her hand away, afraid to move her fingers for fear that she'd excite him even more, she looked down at his big bulge, while feeling his cock in the palm of her hand through his bicycle shorts, before pulling her hand away in disgust.  Already he was so hard, harder than her husband has been for her in such a long time.  Admittedly, having felt so sexually frustrated for so long, she so wanted to feel his cock before, but once he forced her hand on his bulge, she felt sickened.  Feeling violated, she felt used and abused.  Now so afraid, she just wanted to run upstairs and lock her apartment door, while thinking of all that happened, while masturbating.

This wasn't medieval England, this was modern day times.  He wasn't her Master and Lord of the manor and she wasn't his wench.  He was her husband's brother, her brother, and she was his brother's wife, his sister-in-law.  For sure, in the aroused and horny state that she was in, never having had sex with any man, other than with her husband, if he was someone else, anyone else, she may have given him a hand job, maybe even a blowjob.  She would have enjoyed feeling the weight of his cock in her hand, before tasting him in her mouth.  If he was anyone else, other than her brother-in-law, she may have allowed him to fuck her.  Yet, even though she had fantasized about sucking his cock and making love to him, while upstairs alone and masturbating, she couldn't go down on Steve's brother.  Taking her Valentine's Day revenge too far, having sex with Jerry would be so terribly wrong.

With him standing in front of his mother's bedroom door and blocking her escape, in one quick fluid tug, he pulled down his bicycle pants and quickly wiggled himself out of them.  Shocked but unable to remove her eyes, she couldn't believe what she was seeing.  When her brother exposed his cock to her, having been too focused on flashing her brother-in-law her breasts and her pussy, she never imagined that he'd flash her, too.  Worse than that, she couldn't stop staring at his exposed, erect prick.

As much as she was disgusted by his sexual assault of her, she was excited.  Her brother's cock was right there only two feet away from her and it was so big, so much bigger than her husband's cock.  If only Steve had Jerry's cock, she'd be such a happy and obedient wife.  If only Steve wanted her, as much as Jerry obviously did, she'd be a sexually satisfied woman.  Oh, my God, she could only imagine what it must feel like to feel that monster inside of her.

"Jerry!  What the Hell are you doing?  Put your pants on now!"

"What am I doing?  I'm doing that I should have done years ago," he said with a deranged look on his face.  "All the times we were alone together, when I was with you upstairs and Steve was working, I so wanted to fuck you then, in the way that I still want to fuck you now.  I can't tell you how many times that I masturbated over having sex with you," he said looking at her, as if she was naked.  "Just touch me.  Just take my cock in your hand and stroke me and I'll let you go," he said again pulling her by her wrist.  

"Jerry, no, please don't do this," she said pulling her hand away.

"Touch me," he said.  "Feel how hard my big prick is for you.  Wrap your fingers around my hard cock, Tina.  Stroke me, while imagining my cock in your pussy and in mouth and I'll let you go upstairs."

Reluctantly, on his assurance that he'd allow her to leave, she allowed him to move her hand to his exposed cock.  Staring down at his exposed prick, as if he were her master and she was his sex slave, she wrapped her fingers around him.  Still staring down at his erect cock, she slowly stroked him.  Unable to help herself, she fondled the head of his big prick with her fingers.  Then, as if an involuntary act, as if she was a teenager again in the backseat of a car giving her first hand job to her then boyfriend, Steve, nervously, yet excitedly, gripping him tighter, she stroked him faster.  Just as she was enjoying the sensation of feeling his big, hard prick in her soft, little hand, she thought better of what she was doing and stopped.  Having crossed the line, going way beyond her planned Valentine's Day revenge to make her husband jealous and appreciate her, stroking her brother's prick, albeit so very exciting, was so very wrong.

Just as she pulled her hand away and brushed by him to leave, in her mad dash for the bedroom doorknob, he grabbed her from behind.  As if he had four hands, instead of two, touching her everywhere, he felt her tits, her ass, and her pussy, while kissing and kissing her.  Every time she pushed one hand away, there was another hand going beneath or down her nightgown grabbing at her, groping her, fondling her, and feeling her.  Touching her everywhere, feeling her where no brother should every touch his sister-in-law, he was out of control with lust for her.

Then, when he stuck his tongue in her mouth, she turned her head away.  Again and again, he grabbed her chin and stuck his tongue in her mouth.  It was then that she realized that if she returned his kiss, maybe she could get away.  Surrendering him her lips and yielding her resistance to him, she gave him her tongue and returned his passion with a long, deep wet, French kiss, but when she tried to flee out the bedroom door, too fast for her, he grabbed her from behind again. 

In the struggle that ensued, reaching down and grabbing and gathering up her hem, as if it all happened in slow motion, he ripped off her beautiful, new, sexy nightgown from her body and tossed it on his mother's bed.  Stripping her naked, she covered as much as she could cover of herself with her hands and forearms.  She was naked and he was possessed.  Not to be denied, he pulled her to him and touched her and felt her where no brother should ever touch and feel his sister-in-law, while kissing and kissing her.  Fearing that he'd raped her, she could feel his big prick pushing against her soft belly.

"Jerry!  No!  Stop!  Don't!" 

So very sorry that she had teased him, tortured him, actually, and used him to make his brother jealous, especially when knowing not only how much he's attracted to her but also how perverted he is.  Suddenly, she was frightened.  Yet, truthfully, especially after he ripped her nightgown from her body and stripped her naked, then after exposing his cock to her, forcing her to stroke him, and touching her everywhere, she was so very sexually aroused.  If only he'd slow down and not act so crazy, if only he'd give her a minute to think and respond, maybe she'd take pleasure in doing him.  Yet, in the way that he was now, out of his mind with lust, he frightened her and she was so very afraid.

Her brother just saw her naked flashed through her mind, as if it was a neon sign.  Her brother-in-law just saw her tits, her pussy, and her ass.  On sexual overload, her brother-in-law felt her tits, fingered her nipples, and felt her ass.  As if replaying it all over again in her mind, as it was happening over and again in slow motion, she stroked her brother-in-laws cock, after he kissed her and she French kissed him back.  Oh, my God, what has she done?  What has she become?  How can she even look her husband in the eye?

Nonetheless her guilt and her regret for teasing her brother, already so very aroused, she so wanted him to fuck her, but she couldn't do that.  She so wanted to suck his cock, but she couldn't do that either.  Yet, if he forced her to fuck him, if he forced her to suck him, then, if confronted, blaming it all on Jerry, she'd tell Steve that he forced her to fuck and suck him.  Yet, already in a sexual frenzy of arousal, no matter if she was caught having sex with her brother-in-law or not, if he forced her down to her knees, in the excited way she felt, she'd suck his cock right now.  Never having had another cock in her mouth, other than her husband's cock, she was curious what Jerry's cock would taste and feel like in her mouth.

Feeling and fondling her big tits, he fingered her nipples.  Then, when she pushed his hand away, he pulled her to him again and reached around and squeezed her ass, while kissing her.  If he was only a bit shorter, his cock would have found a warm, wet, familiar place between her legs, instead of trying to impale her belly.  Finally, after she moved his hand away from her ass, he forced his hand between her legs.  Grabbing a handful of her wet pussy, she felt his fingers entering her.  Playing with her clit, he was finger fucking her and, the incestuous slut she had become, she was loving it.

"Oh, my God!  Jerry, don't!  Please.  I'm begging you.  Stop!  Please!  You're raping me."

Embarrassed because she was so enjoying it and embarrassed because she was so wet, she knew he knew that she was as aroused as he was.  She felt his finger go deeper inside of her, probing her, exploring, and fucking her.  Fucking her with his long, stiff finger, he was playing with and rubbing her clit and she was getting even more excited.  Reaching the point of no return, breathing harder in her sexual excitement and in her attempts to resist him, while pushing him away, she knew he knew that she wanted him, as much as he wanted her.  With his fingers already deep inside of her, feeling so forcefully violated, feebly struggling, she was angry that he was forcing her to have sex with him but was too sexually excited to resist.

Then, grabbing her by the back of her neck, he pushed her from his mother's bedroom and forced her in his bedroom, the guest bedroom.  When she resisted, he grabbed her by her hair, pulled her in his room, and slammed shut his door.  He was out of the rest of his clothes and naked within seconds.  When she tried to leave, he slapped her across the face hard and pushed her back on the bed.  Oh, my God, never having been slapped across the face before, never having been treated this way, feeling so very violated, unbelievably excited, she wanted him to slap her across the face again.

As if he had turned on a button that lay dormant somewhere deep inside of her, in taking what he so wanted with just one forceful push and one hard slap, she was so very sexually charged.  No longer thinking of her plan of Valentine's Day revenge and about making her husband jealous, forgetting all about her husband, she just wanted to please herself, while sexually satisfying his brother.  As fearful as she was excited, afraid to go where no sister should ever go with her brother-in-law, after feeling his fingers inside of her, she just wanted to feel his big cock inside of her now.  Wicked and too embarrassed to admit it, she wanted him, as much as he, obviously, wanted her.  Then, when she felt him mount her and spread her legs with his legs, when she felt his big, hard cock penetrate her, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, never has she wanted any man, even her husband on her Honeymoon night, as much she wanted his brother.

Already inside her and sliding deeper, she returned his humps, when he returned her kisses.  They were fucking now, really fucking.  Too late to stop now, he fucked her, really fucked her and she fucked him back.  He fucked her hard and fucked her deep, before making sweet love to her.  Kissing and kissing her, she couldn't wait to feel his lips on her nipples and when she felt his tongue and his lips biting her nipples and felt his fingertips pulling, turning, and twisting them, she thought she'd have an orgasm.

With her husband, Steve, the only man she's ever blown, she couldn't wait to suck his brother.  She so wanted to suck his cock.  She couldn't wait to feel and to taste Jerry's cock in her mouth.  She couldn't wait to suck her brother's big prick.  She couldn't wait for him to cum in her mouth.  She couldn't wait to swallow all the lust that he had for her.  Only, instead of allowing her to suck his cock, he lowered his body and planted his face between her legs and his tongue deep in her pussy.

"Oh, my God.  Jerry," she swooned, while running her fingers through his hair, as he ran his tongue all over her drenched pussy with his finger rubbing her clit.

She couldn't believe he was eating her pussy, something that Steve seldom does anymore and something that he hasn't done in such a very long time.  When she felt his tongue licking her pussy and his fingers teasing her clit and fucking her, she thought she had died and gone to Heaven.  She couldn't remember the last time, Steve ate her pussy.  She couldn't remember the last time her husband gave her an orgasm.  Already hot, already out of her mind with lust, it didn't take her long to have an orgasm in her brother's mouth.

Now wanting to return the favor, she couldn't wait to suck his cock.  She'd allow him to cum in her mouth, if only he would.  She'd swallow every drop of his cum, she was so sexually charged.  Only, it was then that he revealed his true intentions to her.  He moved from the bed, stood, left the bedroom and opened the front door to his two friends.  In a daze from the afterglow of having her pussy eaten and having an orgasm, she figured the Jerry left to go to the bathroom to rinse her pussy juices from him mouth and face, before returning to bed to allow her to suck him.

It only took her a few seconds to realize where he went and what he was doing.  Suddenly, hearing two men come in house, hearing their voices and their laughter, by the time that she realized what was happening, she was in trouble.  By the time she opened Jerry's bedroom door and ran from his room to her mother's bedroom, where she had left her nightgown, Jerry had returned to drag her back to his room naked.

Dragging her back to his room by her hair, the two strange men were already there standing in Jerry's bedroom and staring at her naked tits, ass, and pussy.  As soon as she entered Jerry's room, he slammed shut the door and the two men were all over her touching her and feeling her everywhere.  Oh, my God, she was so embarrassed.  She was so frightened.  Sick with dread, after only having sex with her husband, bad enough that she just had sex with his brother, but now she was, no doubt, about to be forced to have sex with two of Jerry's friends, strangers that she didn't even know their names.  He gave her a shove and she fell back on his bed with her legs spread and her pussy exposed to the three men.

"Jerry!  What are you doing?  Jerry!  No!  Don't.  Please!  Don't do this," she said covering as much of her body with her arms and hands, as she could.

When she tried to get off the bed, six hands pushed her and held her down.  When she screamed, Jerry slapped her hard across the face again.  She fought.  She slapped.  She punched.  She kicked and she bit, but all to no avail.  Kissing her and touching her everywhere, determined to gang rape her, the three men overpowered her and had their wicked way with her.

After stripping off their clothes, one by one, each man mounted her and forced their cocks inside of her already wet pussy.  Then, they fucked her.  With deep penetrating, forceful, fast humps, they really fucked her.  Never has she had animal sex like that before.  Never has she had multiple orgasms.

Just when she thought they were done, just when she thought they were all sexually sated, and just when she thought she was free to leave, one by one, they grabbed her by my hair, slapped her across the face again, and filled her mouth with their cocks.  First one, then another, and then the last.  They humped her face and fucked her mouth, as if she was a blowup doll.  It didn't take them long to explode their lust for her in her mouth and down her throat.  Experiencing her first cum bath, never has she had so much cum in her mouth, all over her face, in her hair, and down her breasts.  Then, when she looked up, her husband was standing in the doorway.  

"Payback is a bitch, you slut bitch," he said.  "Happy Fucking Valentine's Day, you whore.  This is what you get for dressing like a slut and showing your tits not only to strange men on the street, but especially to my brother."

"Steve," she said wiping cum from her face and mouth.  "What are you doing here?  Why aren't you in work?"

"I knew if I didn't buy you anything for Valentine's Day and didn't even acknowledge the holiday, that you'd do something like this to get back at me, you're such a vindictive slut.  You can't help yourself, you Sicilian bitch.  With my brother here staying her for the week, I knew you'd try to make me jealous by exposing yourself to him.  Now look at you with cum leaking from your pussy and your mouth.  You got just what you deserve.  You're nothing but a disgusting whore."




Payback is a Bitch, You Slut Bitch



"None of this would have happened, had you given me a sign that you loved me.  I love you, Steve," she said reaching for him.

"Get away from me, you bitch.  My attorney will be in contact with you."

"You're attorney?"

"Yeah, my attorney.  I want a divorce."

"You're filing for divorce?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then, let's have some real fun," she said to Jerry and his two friends.  "C'mon boys, fuck me again and I'll suck you're cocks again."

THE END

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