And now, his punishment...

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Complications

I wish I could give you boys (and curious girls) a porno style ending to the Wendy saga, but real life doesn't work out that way.

After I brought her off, we went in my bedroom and I held her. She really seemed to love that. It's something many men just can't bring themselves to do. At some point, I took her hand and placed it on my breast while I kissed her. Then I put her hand down between my legs. My pussy was sopping wet, and she started to gently finger me while we kissed. I was shaking with arousal, stroking her hair, trying to ease her head in the direction of my crotch.

Suddenly, she jumps up and runs to the bathroom, barely shutting the door. I hear her throwing up, then the flushing of the toilet. We'd each had about one bottle of red wine between us. When she came back out, she looked green around the gills and staggered out to the living room. By the time I got there, she was dressing.

"I just can't, Linda," she said. "It's just not me. We can't ever do this again."

"Okay." I felt pussy juice running down my thigh. In a few minutes, the door closed and Wendy was gone. Another lover who will deny something ever happened between us. Sigh...I loved bringing her off and giving her some sensual lovemaking. She seemed like she needed it. I went back to bed, used my imagination and got myself off. Definitely not as much fun when you're flying solo. But I had Wendy's wonderful scent still on my face.

The next morning my headache was added to by a call from my sister, Amber.

"Justin raped me last night," she said. I wanted to say, How long has it been since you've fucked your husband? But I didn't. I just responded sympathetically and waited.

"He made me do things," Amber said. "He sodomized me!"

My headache was going away in a hurry. There's always been a bit of the voyeur in me. Did he fuck her in the ass or just make her suck him off -- with Amber one wouldn't know. Until she said, "I can barely walk. I don't know if I should go to the doctor..."

I asked her if she was bleeding. She said no. Ah, that neighborhood of Sodom.

"I think you'll be fine," I said. "But you and Justin need to get counseling."

"I've asked him to talk to Pastor Bob."

Great. Pastor Bob sounds like the name of a pedophile hiding inside a judgmental little prick who would tell Justin sex is only justified for making babies, but I'm a cynic. I asked where she was, and she said at home. Where was Justin? In the next room.

"Maybe you need to take (I named my nephews) and go be with mom and dad until things call down."

"I don't want to do that," Amber said. "I just don't know why he's always after me for, you know... It makes me feel so dirty. I just don't want to...I just don't know why he can't keep his hands off me, act like an adult and not an animal?"

I think: Well, maybe because he's a normal horny guy and you're a beautiful young woman -- definitely prettier than me, and with big boobs. It's not that I'm totally unsympathetic -- Justin's dick would definitely hurt getting sis's anal cherry.

Then, "When he...you know...as he was finishing with me...when he..."

"When he came?"

"When he came," she said. "When he came, he called our your name. He screamed and called out your name!"

I try to resist that last leaving-town temptation

I've loved your kinky stories -- they've given me some hot masturbation material as I have endured celibacy with work taking me from Paris to Berlin, Brussels and, well, I'd better not say.

So you want to know about Justin? Oh, yes, sleeping with my "hood" brother-in-law, after his years of hitting on me. It was one of the most irresponsible things I've ever done, so of course I couldn't eventually resist it. I can be completely straight and narrow on everything but sex.

I spent the days after my going-away party letting my little pussy readjust, and my mind wander back to fond memories. (Read about them here, here here and here). I am packing and thinking, it's good to be getting out of town. Good to be getting away from the inevitable tryst that will blow up my life -- and the playtime with Justin is a very good candidate. C-4 explosive.

So I am slowly saying goodbye to my Seattle condo (where so much good sex has happened), hoping Justin doesn't "drop by" and partly hoping he does. That is Bad Linda talking. As usual, Bad Linda prevails.

I'm already asleep when there's a banging as the door. Justin looms through the fisheye. All I have on is a T-shirt, but I open the door. He comes in with an angry stride -- he and Amber have had a fight. He's at his most macho, masculine, strangely attractive this way -- at least in small doses. So I let him grab me up and start kissing me, while rubbing my bush and pussy that are exposed by the raised T-Shirt. I feel his big cock expanding down the left leg of his jeans.

Back in the bedroom, he just wants to fuck me, but I lay him down and undress him as he complains about my sister. He's not complaining by the time I have him naked and start stroking his cock. It stands up straight and grandly in the ambient light, like some monument to the gods of fucking. But as I start to kiss and lick, I can smell pussy. Not mine.

"Did you fuck her tonight?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm."

So here it is -- my sister's pussy scent and dried pussy juice on my lover's penis. In the abstract, it's strange and compelling. In the flesh before me, it's primal. I am a bad, sick girl, my good-girl voice says. But I am fascinated and turned on. I imagine Amber: the brunette to my red hair, the sister with big boobs, but not my fine legs. Her scent is strong like mine, but somehow different, too. I inhale and run my nose and tongue around his crotch. I make him tell me how he fucks her and I slowly suck his cock. He is blue-collar and inarticulate, but I stop sucking if he stops talking. Amber is a pure missionary girl -- won't even ride him. If she comes, he can't tell. He always has to initiate sex. I stop and make him give me the primal stuff. How it feels. Does she wrap her legs or keep them wide? "She says I'm too big for her..." I go back to worshipping this cock. Soon I let him just enjoy it and am madly sucking and jerking the shaft when he comes. He shoots strongly into the back of my mouth. No wonder they have four kids -- after fucking her, he still has enough semen left to nearly choke me.

We spent the next hour fucking -- he has a wonderful recovery time. And it is surprisingly tender. I let him fuck me in all sorts of positions -- my pussy is very ready to be fucked again. I let him fuck me in the ass, finally. He can get about half the way in. I have a strong orgasm myself. And then I steer him toward the door. He can't stay here tonight. He needs to get back to being a husband. And I am leaving myself. And this big, tall, macho guy cries as I hold him. Then he's gone and the locking of the door sounds unusually loud in the cool night.

The cock I had to have...the aftermath

My brother-in-law fucked me like a dog, like the little bitch I am. He fucked me the same morning he had fucked my sister. It was an animal rough elemental beautiful thing, and all my educated, feminist inclinations proved no defense. Afterwards, I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, Chris was standing by the bed. He was taking off his shirt.

I realized Justin had left and the front door was unlocked. Chris had let himself. The bedroom smelled unashamedly of sex, of semen and pussy juice and sweat. Chris pulled the sheet back and I was still completely naked. I tried to retrieve the sheet, but he tossed it onto the floor.

"What have you been doing, Linda? Still getting paybacks on me?" His voice had a strange lilt. He slipped off his pants and his dick was rock hard. He said, "You are such a little slut."

I didn't know what to expect next. He came to the foot of the bed and roughly pulled me toward him. He dropped to his knees and opened my legs. I tried half-heartedly to pull away, but he was having none of it. I was ashamed. I was newly aroused. He hiked my legs up.

"What have we here?" I could only see the top of his head, his sexy wave dark hair. But my pussy was still tingling and I could feel how wet it was. "So sticky," he said. "Your pussy lips are swollen. My god...what's this...?" I felt his tongue on the inside of my thighs, then on the sensitive area between my pussy and my anus.

"Ohhhhhh."

"Tastes like you've been fucking another man."

He was licking me, tasting my juices...and Justin's sperm.

"Did he have a big cock, Linda? Your pussy is so swollen. What a workout it's had." He darted his tongue inside me and I shuddered. "Don't lie. I can tell."

"Yessssss. Ohhhhhhh..."

His face was buried deep in my pussy and he tongue-fucked me, then started sucking hard. It was an amazing feeling and I was bucking and wiggling as my lover sucked out another man's come.

"You've been so bad." He stopped talking and started licking in earnest, making soft circles on my clit and then licking me harder the length of my pussy...then tracing his tongue around my labia...every sensation was acute and different. I could feel a new orgasm building in me. The contractions were apparently forcing out more semen.

"You little whore. Look at all the come inside you." I felt and heard him lapping it up and swallowing it.

"Did he have a big cock?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Bigger than me?"

"No, babe," I lied.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," That tongue wouldn't stop. It was totally connected to me, running through my body like an electrical charge. My inner thighs were involuntarily twitching and I was starting to moan loudly.

He pulled back. My hands reached out to keep him there but he was out of range. Then he was on top of me, his cock easily slipping into the pussy that Justin had stretched to its limits. His smell and the taut muscles on his chest... Now Chris fucked me like a madman, looking down on me with a smile, whispering what a slut I was. I grabbed his butt and held it as he pistoned into me. We both came with sudden, convulsive cries. My pussy was sore and tingly for the next two days.

I had to have that cock again

I knew Justin would come back. The only question in my mind was what I would do. When I opened the door on Saturday afternoon and could see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans, I got at least a temporary answer. I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him inside, letting him dart his smoky thick tongue down my throat as we just leaned against the wall and kissed a long time. I was braless and he pulled up my T-shirt, sucking my nipples hard, driving me nuts. This is so fucking wrong.

I let him stand there and fell to my knees, unzipping his jeans. Another man's cock might have popped right out. Getting his out took some effort, so I just pulled his pants down. He wasn't wearing underwear. There it was: the long, thick object of my dark fantasies. It was hard and growing harder. My hand reveled in its length and girth, the big vein that ran down it, the thick cock helmet of a head. The soft, taut skin. I ran my face across the head and shaft, into his bushy pubic hair. It was damp and had a special smell: full, pungent, fecund.

"I fucked Amber this morning, just for you, you nasty little cunt. I knew you'd like it." And I did, God help me. There was little sister's pussy juice and smell, matted into his pubic hair, still pungent on his cock. I licked him like a lollypop, slowly...he moaned and teetered against the wall. The thick muscles of his thighs and butt tensed.

"You're a real asshole," I cooed between licks. "Did she like it?"
He answered, "No. She just lay there, dead. First time in two months..."

I took about a third of his cock in my mouth, sucking and bobbing my head up and down. He was enjoying himself way too much. We ended up in the bedroom, and I worked him over for a long time. Had he ever measured himself? Nine and three-quarter inches, he said precisely. No way was I going to let him come in my mouth. My readers had given me too much to think about...

I left him lying there and rolled onto my belly, then got on my knees and raised my ass in the air. We didn't say a word but in a flash he was positioning himself behind me. His rough hands spread my legs wider, ran up and down my ass and thighs. I felt the thick head of his cock at the edge of my pussy and started to wonder if this was such a good idea. But it was too late. He held my ass firmly, pushed my head down on the sheets. The vulnerability was total.

Justin showed a shocking degree of finesse. He eased that huge cock in, little by little. I couldn't believe the intensity of feeling. After a lifetime of fucking, I felt re-virginated. More of it pushed in, hurting some but then my pussy walls would adjust. He fucked me some, just in and out to the point of penetration. I was already moaning and shuddering. Then he made two deep thrusts and was all the way in. I screamed in surprise and discomfort, but like the first time he fucked me, it soon turned into a warm-gooey-tight-thrusty damned good feeling. He started fucking me like a madman, bam, bam, bam...then pulling almost all the way put and pistoning into me. He was possessed. I had the breath knocked out of me and every nerve ending was transmitting sex. Pussy farts came and went, and the wet smacking noise of fucking. My small orgasms were contracting against his dick and he was moaning, too. I tried to raise up to look behind me, but he roughly pushed my head down and kept fucking me. At the same time, he lubricated a finger with my pussy juice and fucked my anus.

"Wanted...to...do...this...since...the...first...time...I...saw...you," he panted.

I was seeing colors, my feet burning, the fire coming up my legs, my pussy clenching. I could hear myself screaming but I was somewhere else. I came so hard I just wanted to collapse, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed by ass and fucked me harder, a man possessed. Suddenly the rhythm of his strokes changed, hesitated, then he pushed hard into me and cried out. Even though Amber had already gotten a load of his semen hours before, I felt him filling me with come. We fell forward into a heap.

Even in the heap, I felt his cock still hard, still inside me, only slowly getting soft.

Doors open to dark slutty passages

The return of Heather into Chris' life and our unsuccessful bid to lure her into our bed naturally destabilized things. On Wednesday night, Chris called me to say he was working late and might be over later. My radar went up, of course. And when he got to my place around eleven, I smelled pussy on his face when he kissed me. And it wasn't my pussy. Maybe he had suddenly turned dumb and stupid, thinking I wouldn't notice. Maybe, as we find in my business, he had a secret wish to get caught.

Get caught he did. He tearfully confessed that he had gone over to Heather's condo. She had called him hysterically, threatening suicide if he didn't talk to her in person. That's what he said. And one thing led to another, pretty soon they were in bed. He had her pussy scent on him, nicely pungent, the pussy of this 24-year-old blonde with her perfect hair. Fourteen years younger than me, the worthless little bitch. Whatever. Later the whole thing might arouse me and I would want all the gory details, but at that moment I turned jealous psycho bitch and kicked him out. The wheels of sexual fate were turning, whether I realized it not. I kept smelling Heather...

Things didn't get better Friday when my sister Amber came into the city to have lunch with me. Amber is, let's say, the anti-Linda. Even though she is younger than me, she is as sexually conservative as a woman from the 1950s, a total suburban soccer mom. She used the lunch to lecture me on the need to "get married and settle down and quit being 'that' kind of woman.' " I was pissed, to say the least. She doesn't know a goddamned thing about me. But she judges me every time she looks at me because I don't have three kids, a boring husband and a look-alike house on a cul-de-sac.

I decided to stay home alone Friday night. I was watching Netflix and drinking my second martini when the doorbell rang. I thought it might be a contrite Chris, but it was my brother-in-law. Justin has made no secret of his lust for me and I have repeatedly rebuffed him. He's the kind of lout that absolutely doesn't attract me. But there he stood, this big, tall lug, obviously tipsy, walking past me into my loft.

He noticed the martini glass in my hand. "We never had that drink you promised me," he said. I told him I never made that promise and it was time for him to leave.

"That's not going to happen," he said angrily. "I'm tired of the way you **** girls have treated me for years," he said, using my last name and the maiden name of his wife, my sister Amber. "You know how fucking long it's been since I've had sex? Amber won't even suck my cock. And you...," he faced me menacingly, "you're a little fuck slut. I know how good it will be with you." He stepped into my private space and put his hands heavily on my shoulders.

Now let me interrupt here to say I could easily have taken Justin down, gently or hard, and he never would have known what hit him. But this spooky sense of (perhaps self-destructive) revenge came over me and I didn't do it. I put down my drink and just said, "fuck you, you white trash loser," and I slapped his face hard enough to leave a red spot on his cheek.

It had the desired effect.

"You little bitch!" he screamed, grabbing my arms and pushing me against the wall. "You've always thought you were too good for me. Well, guess again Susie fuckslut!" He kissed me with all that can be described as brutal lust. It was primal and, I have to say, for that moment at least, arousing. His breath smelled of cigarettes and his strong tongue pushed past my teeth and into my mouth. I could already feel his hard cock against my belly -- he's that tall.

I felt my blouse being torn off. He didn't wait for anything as time-consuming as a button. I slapped and fought ineffectually against him, and then I felt his real strength as he dragged me by the arm into the living room and knocked my feet out from under me. I went down with a slam onto the hardwood floor and just as quickly my jeans and panties were being pulled down. I never stopped "struggling," which added to my dark arousal. He undid his pants in one quick movement and his cock was bobbing before me.

I'd seen it before, and it's probably the biggest in my experience. About nine inches and thick. Unlike some big cocks, it's very hard all the way...so there it was bobbing in front of my eyes as he pulled my knees apart and leaned into me. I felt the head of his cock on my pussy lips. "Susie wants it," he panted. He could feel that I was trenching wet. I said no.

He shoved in with one motion and I cried out, for real this time. He reached down and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. Hs breath was hot and foul against me. The floor was cold and hard. I really felt like I was being pulled apart down there. Even with the lubrication, my poor little pussy walls were being stretched way beyond what they were used to. Then he was in to the hilt. I couldn't believe it. He started fucking me hard. I raised my legs so he wouldn't hurt so much banging against my cervix and pretty soon my magic pussy had expanded to accommodate him.

"You're a tight little cunt," he huffed as he plunged in and out. I turned my head away, but my body kept responding. I could feel a massive orgasm building in me as I used my legs and heels to pull him deep into me with each downstroke. There was no artistry here, no lovemaking here. Just animal fucking. He re-adjusted, raising himself on his arms and letting my hands go free. I grabbed his ass and fucked him back as our rhythm quickened into madness.

Intellectually, I hated to give him the satisfaction, but intellectualism had long since gone out the door. I surrendered to a long orgasm, screaming, clawing at his back. "Ohhhhh,shit,"he yelled, and I could feel his huge dick pulsing inside me. Just like the bastard I knew he was, he pulled out immediately -- seeing his penis again, I was amazed I had gotten that monster inside me; it was now covered with semen and pussy juice, wet, snowy liquid, the thick veins on the shaft standing out. He stood, pulled up his pants and walked away, sitting down and drinking the remains of my martini. He lit up a Marlboro.

So there I lay, wide open and dripping semen on my floor, my clothes ripped off, some dark river crossed. He just stared. In a while I went in the bathroom, cleaned up and tried not to look at myself in the mirror. Cum was running out of my pussy and down my legs, come that had been in my sister, too. He was still there when I came out and gathered my clothes.

"Don't get dressed, Susie, we're just beginning. You're gonna suck me off and swallow every drop. Goddamned, girl, you fuck like a snake. Are you really related to that frigid bitch I married?" He said it and turned from me to open the beer he had pulled from the refrigerator. At that moment, I rabbit punched him in the kidney and used my foot behind his kneecap to drop him to the floor. He fell hard and yelped. Then I brought both hands against his ears, just hard enough to addle him -- I know just the right amount to avoid serious damage.

I said, "Get the fuck out." He looked at me, frightened, and left. He didn't have the guts to call me a bitch until he was safely through the door. I made myself another drink, lit one of the cigarettes he left behind, and felt fine.

My brother-in-law wants to fuck me.

Justin sent me a note of apology for being out of line on Christmas. He said he was drunk. "No hard feelings, Susie," he writes. I am still thinking about his very hard, very LARGE cock hanging out of his corduroy pants, the shaft thick with veins, the head nearly purple with arousal, the idea that he wanted to fuck me while his wife, my sister was downstairs fussing over children and ham. No hard feelings, huh. Was that eight inches or nine? He signs off: "I hope we can have a drink sometime and talk about this."

The brother-in-law shows me his holiday cheer

It was quite a day at the old homestead. My bother-in-law Justin came onto me like never before. He's married to my uptight sister Amber, and I know he is both attracted to me and frustrated at the lack of sex in their marriage.

It doesn't surprise me he's frustrated. Amber has all my mom's hangups about sex and isn't shy about letting me know she thinks I am a shameless harlot. But, hey, he married her (she definitely got the big boobs in the family; maybe that's it).

So before dinner, I go upstairs to use the bathroom, and once I am at the door, Justin is behind me, hugging me, kissing my neck, reaching around to pinch my nipples. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. Maybe I let it go on a little too long. When I turn around, I see he's unzipped and his erect cock is poking out.

I must say, he's got quite a unit!

I shooed him away and peed in peace. But it was the perfect reminder that adultery and its possibilities are always around us. I'm not going to fuck my sister's husband (hee-hee, what do you think about your slut sister, now, Amber?). But I will write about adultery later this week. I have given and taken and been screwed by it...