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Ron shut the door to the bungalow behind him and stepped inside. His head and shoulders drooped, and his feet trudged across the threshold.
“You look like you’ve had a rough day.”
He looked up at Jessica and attempted a smile, but his eyes glistened as though he might cry.
“You could say that.”
Jessica lay on the bed wearing a hunter green bathing suit of Jennifer’s. The top pressed at her breasts, pinching them together and causing them to spill out.
“What do you think?”
“Of what?”
Her eyebrows furrowed, and her nose wrinkled.
“Are you serious? The suit, silly.”
Ron looked her body over and pushed out a bottom lip.
“I don’t remember seeing that suit before.”
Jessica grinned and cocked her eyebrow.
“You haven’t.”
Her fingertips pressed like claws into the comforter as she pressed herself up, and her back arched, pressing her breasts out even further. She pulled her knees up under her so that she crouched on all fours like a feline.
“It’s almost like I’m a different woman. Lying in your bed. Do you like it?”
His eyes fell.
“Wow, you’re gloomy tonight. Let me see if I can fix that.”
He put his hands up, and his head shifted away from her on his shoulders.
“Jessica, I don’t know if I’m...”
Before he could finish getting his words out, she leaped up from the bed, slid over to him, and unfastened his belt.
“Shhh, Ron. Just be quiet and let me do the rest.”
Dropping to her knees, she pulled out his hard cock and wrapped her fingers around it. Her insides clashed with a cacophony of feelings. Doing nasty things with Ron - or anyone - wearing Jennifer’s suit made her pussy throb. She wanted to get her juices and her sexual energy all over it. But her heart stung with a pang of sadness as she held Ron’s warm flesh in her hand.
This might be the last time, she thought. I should be kind to him.
Her lips wrapped around him and slid down the shaft, her tongue caressing the underside of his cock. This man got as close to loving her as any man could. Or ever would. She knew she would always remember this cock. Small, but precious for its weakness. Its vulnerability. And its surrender to her. It always rose to meet her when she beckoned for it.
Her right palm rested on his thigh and glided up to his stomach with a feather touch as she washed his member with the slow, gentle strokes of her enclosed mouth. He moaned, and her heart warmed as she responded with the vibrations of her humming, emitting them into his body from her throat. Her other hand grasped the back of his thigh, and she began to bob up and down his shaft, quickening the thrusts of her head.
“Oh god,” he said.
He swelled inside of her, and she moaned affirmation, signaling to him to cum in her mouth. With a gasp, he released his seed, and the salty warmth of his essence hit the back of her throat. She plunged her lips to the base of his shaft and held them there as he shook, draining into her. Her moaning continued, coaxing every last drop out of him. And then she brushed the underside of his softening penis with her tongue until it fell off the tip.
Rising from the floor, she planted her fingertips in his chest and pushed him back on the bed. Her eyes fucked his as she pulled the cups of the bikini top aside, exposing her bare breasts. The suit cradled them, holding them up and together, and she bent over Ron, rubbing her soft tits up against his thighs, pulling his shirt up and continuing the tease against his stomach with them as she climbed up towards his head. Her chest felt light, and her pulse raced. Like a tiger, she spun around, putting her ass and pussy near his face, his cock near her mouth. Her fingers crept between her thighs and moved Jennifer’s green suit to the side, exposing her pussy lips to Ron.
“See that naughty pussy?”
She grinned at his cock as it twitched, resurrecting from its post-ejaculation slumber. While two fingertips held the suit to the side, her pointer finger parted her lips and stroked her clitoris.
“You know the things it has done.”
Jessica curled her lip, smirking at the memory of her father. And her submissive mother, slaving and serving and honoring a man who abused and cheated on her. She sneered at his church friends, who judged her and dared to shame her sexual energy. And as she wrapped her fingers around Ron’s cock, her teeth gritted at the memory of her former fiancé who cheated on her with her best friend.
Now, I have the power, she thought. And I’m never giving it up.
Her pussy throbbed, and heat ran into her neck and face as she thought of the crimes she had committed with her pussy. She savored the thrill of breaking the rules of men, giving her hungry pussy whatever it wanted, no matter what fences anyone tried to erect to keep her from it. Her hand gripped Ron’s pulsing cock as she continued to stroke her fleshy bulb. Her juices seeped out onto her fingertips, and she closed her eyes as her lips parted.
“Yesss, look at this evil pussy.”
Her eyes opened again, and she looked ahead, into the future. Into her plans. Her fingertips rubbed circles around her clit as it hardened and tingled, and a delicious fire rose from her touch into her hips and stomach. Her heart raced, and her entire body vibrated with exhilarating electricity. Ron’s tongue grazed her clit, and it sent a charged wave up her body, smashing into her forehead like exploding fireworks. She pushed her hips back into his caress, and he buried his face in her wet folds as she came on him. His fingers pressed into her ass, digging under Jennifer’s green suit and pulling Jessica’s body into him, and his face mashed into her pussy. She moaned and quivered as waves of rapture wracked her body over and over.
As they subsided, she collapsed onto him, her sweaty stomach resting on his. She kissed his cock, and her sadness returned as she whispered to it.
“After I’m done, you’ll see the truth. My horrible truth. Again. And you’ll know what a whore I am.”
A spike of heat in her chest drew it in, and her throat thickened. A tear ran out of the corner of her eye and onto his skin.
“And that you could never love me.”
Ron mumbled.
“What, honey?”
She closed her eyes, and her hand cuddled his genitals.
“Nothing dear.”
