Visiting Margot

Vanessa stood at the pay phone of a Shell station just outside of Winston-Salem. She put her quarter in and dialed a local number.

"Hey, Margot." she said once her sister answered. "I told Martin I'm visiting you today and spending the night. Cover for me, will ya?"

"Again? God, Vanessa, this is getting nuts," Margot replied. "You've ‘visited' me 6 times since the last time you really visited me."

"I'm sorry, sis." she said. "I promise I'll visit you for real again soon. Or maybe you can come to Hillsboro next weekend. It's just, well...I need it. I need it so bad!"

"Vanessa, far be it from me to tell you how to live your life," Margot replied. "Up until a few months ago, I was the bad sister. But aren't you taking too many chances? I mean, hooking up with strangers... It's dangerous!"

"It's partly the danger that gets me off, Margot," she confessed. "That, and knowing how wrong it is. I just like feeling like a slut!"

Saying it caused a wave of heat to rise from her cooze to her cheeks. It was true! She was a total slut and it felt so good!

"Well, can't you ask Martin to role play or something?"

"Martin? Reverend Martin Tulus?" Vanessa exclaimed. "Fuck, Margot, he's been doing me in the dark, missionary style, since our honeymoon. And pretty damn rarely ever since we found out I couldn't get pregnant! He won't even let me give him a blow job, for hell's sake! What kind of man doesn't want head?"

"Well, if you're so unhappy, why don't you leave him?"

Vanessa sighed.

"I'm not unhappy, really, Margot," she said. "Other than the sex, our marriage is pretty good. And if I left him, it would crush him and he might even lose his congregation. We're pillars of the community, you know."

"I know, I know. But it's all a lie!"

"No, not really. When I'm in Hillsboro, I'm the perfect little preacher's wife. But every once in awhile, I get an itch. I need to do something wrong. And that's when I go visit my dear sister Margot!"

Vanessa heard her sister sigh.

"It's a sick, twisted game you're playing, Vanessa, and I'd have never thought you had it in you. I'll cover for you if he calls, but be careful!"

"I will. Thanks sis! I'll call you tomorrow."

Vanessa hung up and went into the dark, smelly unisex restroom at the Shell station, carrying a bag. There in the stall, she shucked off her respectable dress and undergarments.

The woman who emerged from the restroom looked nothing like a preacher's wife. She balanced on black stiletto heels, garters holding up sheer orange stockings, strapped to the belt beneath her tight black skirt. Her snatch was bare, accessible to herself and anyone else. The flaming orange halter-top barely contained her boobs and her nipples proudly proclaimed her lack of a bra. Her makeup was put on hastily and flamboyantly, her dark hair teased out and sprayed. She looked and felt like the skankiest slut the town had ever seen.

With a naughty giggle, she waved at the two teenage boys who were checking her out. She purposely dropped the bag that held her respectable clothes, and then slowly bent over, pointing her ass at the boys as she wiggled her hips at them. The skirt rode up to show the round bottom curve of each ass cheek. She stood and grinned at the flush-faced teenagers, then adjusted her boobs in their halter, got in her car and headed towards her rendezvous.

"I am such a slut!" she said to herself as she drove, one hand on the wheel, the other on her labia.

It hadn't always been this way. She had been a ‘good girl', waiting for marriage before sex, marrying a fine, upstanding man (divinity student no less!) and becoming a pillar of the community when her husband accepted the pastorship of The First Church of the Whited Sepulchre in Hillsboro. But then came the discovery that she was infertile, the barely hidden disappointment in Martin's eyes, the whispered pity of the congregation. It had left her deeply dissatisfied with the life she had chosen.

Then came the Internet. They had gotten a computer in 1996 to keep track of the congregation's records and finances and Vanessa found she had a knack for it, while Martin couldn't understand the thing to save his soul. She had been appointed The First Church of the Whited Sepulchre's head computer person and began to pour herself into her work. She ordered internet service after seeing an add for the new service to network with other churches and do research for Martin's sermons.

Then one day, after reading an article on the spread of pornography on the web, she decided to do a little research on that subject. Martin was away at a conference. There was nothing on TV. She might as well see for herself what was out there. Just so Martin could warn others, of course.

The first site she went to made her eyes bulge and her face flush. It was so wrong! She quickly shut the Netscape. But then, she was curious. Had she really seen what she thought she had seen? Could it really be that big? She had to check just to be sure...

It went on like that for a couple hours or so. With the dial-up modem she spent more time imagining what she might find than actually looking. She would go to a site, get embarrassed, leave, then go back and linger just a little longer. Finally, she gave in, poured herself a glass of wine and started browsing in earnest.

By 3 am, the bottle was drained, her clothing was scattered about the room, and she was stroking herself to orgasm by the light of the computer screen, a stream of filthy words coming out of her mouth. Words she had never said before. Half of them she had never even read before. She might have been pronouncing them wrong. They were so wrong. And it felt so right!

She had been horribly embarrassed the next morning. She set to cleaning up any evidence: the scent of Lysol covering the odor of her arousal, scrubbing the stain she had left on the chair, wiping all evidence of her activities from the computer. Not that Martin ever used it or would know how to follow her trail. But if he did somehow find out, what would he think?

It was obvious what he would think. He would think she was a slut! A dirty nasty slut!

"You're a dirty, nasty slut, Vanessa," she said, imitating her husband, "A common whore with the morals of an alley cat. Well, if that's the sort of woman you are, you'll just have to get on your knees and suck my cock!"

And she would! She'd pull his tallywacker out and it would be as big and hard as the ones on the computer and she'd take it in her mouth and push it down her throat and it would throb and pulse and she would groan with desire!

Then he'd pull it out and slap her in the face with it.

"Oh you just love it, don't you trollop?" he would say. "You're a sinful, wrong-headed whore!"

"Yes! Oh God Yes!" she would declare.

"A vulgar whore like you would take cock anywhere, wouldn't you? Even up the ass!"

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me up the ass!" she would plead, baring her bottom and presenting it to him, spreading her cheeks so he could shove his humongous cock into her asshole!

"What are you?" he would demand as he rammed his hot meat into her anus.

"I'm a slut! I'm a skank! I'm a whore!" she would chant, "I'm a cock sucking tramp! I'm a dirty, nasty slut!"

And then she would come and come and come.

When she emerged from her fantasy, she found she had another spot to clean up there on the carpet.

Vanessa's descent was slow but steady after that. Her cautious attempts to spice up her sex life with Martin were met with either disinterest or rebuke, but the Internet welcomed her new-found interest and did its best to fulfill her needs.

It was enough, for a while. For several months, she was satiated by dirty stories and pictures. Then she discovered chat rooms and created a false identity for herself: Vanessa Ivanafuk. She would talk to nasty, horny men and tell them what an easy slut she was and they would tell her all the vile, vulgar, wonderful things they would like to do to her.

Finally, eight months after that first night, she couldn't take it anymore. She went to an adult-friend finder site and advertised herself as available to any man in the Winston-Salem area who could be discrete and treat her like the slut that she was!

She didn't have to wait long for a response. Dozens of nasty men wanted to fuck her. God, it was such a turn on! But what about Martin? She couldn't betray and humiliate him like that, could she?

But she so wanted to get thoroughly fucked! After going through a dozen scenarios in her head, she finally came up with a solution. She went and told Martin she was going to visit her sister that weekend.

Now here she was once again, ‘Visiting Margot'. How much longer could she lead this double life? Winston-Salem was a big city but eventually she was bound to run into someone who knew her or Martin. What if one day her ‘date' ended up being a member of the congregation? That would be so embarrassing!

Embarrassing and hot. Oh so fucking hot. She gave her clit a tap as she accelerated the car and groaned.

At last she arrived at the prearranged motel and there was the prearranged man with his prearranged cock to stick into the prearranged slut that was Vanessa Ivanafuk. It was getting to be routine. Maybe after she did this guy she would go pick up someone at random at a bar. Now that would be so wrong! So hot! But for now, here was cock. It would do.

He didn't look half bad. What was his name again? John, probably. Why did they always have to say their name was John? Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if the guy who introduced himself as Allen the only one who really was named John.

Oh well; the game was afoot! She parked, checked her hair, and got out.

"Hey baby," she said as she approached the lean, dark-haired man leaNing against a white Subaru with an overnight bag on his shoulder. "You got somethin' for me?"

"Vanessa?" he asked, nervous. "Are you Vanessa?"

Oh God, he seemed like a first-timer! Well, it could still work.

"The one and only. Did you get a room?"

"Yeah...right here. Man, you're really hot!"

"Hot, wet and ready, that's me all over," she said and licked her lips, staring pointedly at the growing bulge in his pants. "And you do have something for me, don't you?"

She cupped the bulge at his crotch with her hand and squeezed gently. The man nearly hyperventilated.

"Oh hell yes!" she exclaimed. "That's what I need! Come to ma'ma!"

He looked about frantically and insisted they go inside the motel room. Risking public indecency was turning Vanessa on, but she wasn't going to get fucked in a parking lot by this timid guy, so she acquiesced.

As soon as the door was closed, she pushed him to the bed and started pulling his pants off, ignoring his lame attempt at small talk and seduction.

"I, uh, brought a bottle of wine," he said.

"Later," she insisted. "I need your cock in me more than I need booze."

The last time she had let a hesitant lover start drinking first, he had gone soft on her.

She slipped ‘John's' pecker out of the boxer fly. It showed none of its owner's timidity and grew harder and longer by the moment. To help it along, and because it was the slutty thing to do, she gave a long slow lick from balls to tip along the underside. The timid man groaned and shuddered.

"That feels so good!" he exclaimed.

"Oh John, your cock's sooo yummy!" she declared, punctuating it with a kiss on his glans. "Mmmmm!"

She pulled herself up so that she could see the man's face and so his pecker pressed against her tits.

"You wanna fuck my mouth, baby?" she asked, eyes shining. "You wanna shove that big ol' pecker down my slut throat?"

"I...I... Uh?" he stammered, his eyes wide and darting. It was clear he was totally unprepared for this. "Yes?"

"You're new at this," she said. "That's cool. Don't you worry one bit. I know just how to handle this bad boy. I can get us both to paradise!"

She licked her lips and went down on him with zeal. She imagined herself deflowering some young virgin, barely out of high school. She was the experienced cougar teaching him the ways of the flesh. So wrong. So hot.

The noises John made were in keeping with her fantasies. Maybe he really was a virgin! He seemed to be in his 30s but she supposed it was possible. If so, he'd be remembering this moment for the rest of his life! The hot slut who popped his cherry! She'd be a legend in his imagination!

"Oh god! You're so big!" She said as she took him out of her mouth and looked up at him with an expression of awe. He was average, but she knew he would appreciate the hyperbole. "I have GOT to ride this monster!"

All he could do was grin like an idiot. But she didn't need his face to do anything. She grabbed her purse, discarded on the motel room floor.

"I have condoms," she told him. "Several. You've got more than one in you, don't you?"

He whimpered. She unwrapped the condom and wrapped up the pecker. She didn't need lube. She hadn't exaggerated about being wet and ready. She was ready to bang!

BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

There was an urgent, angry pounding on the motel door.

"Chet! I know you're in there, Chet!" said an irate female voice from the other side of the door.

"Oh fuck!"exclaimed the man Vanessa was about to fuck. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

He jumped away from Vanessa like she was burning him. His eyes darted around for a place to hide.

"There's no Chet here!" Vanessa called out, hoping against hope her roll wasn't about to get rolled.

"You lying whore!" The woman on the other side of the door screamed, making Vanessa squirm with arousal. "You send my piece of shit husband out there right now!"

Vanessa turned to the piece of shit that seemed to be named Chet and found he was trying to pick up his pants while still wearing the condom. No! That cock was hers!

"The door is locked!" Vanessa insisted, pulling his hands from his pants and pressing them against her tits. "We can still fuck! You can fuck me against the door! Bang me against the door while she bangs on the other side!"

"Are you crazy?" He demanded, pulling his hands away from her tits as if they were on fire.

"I am crazy horny for you, John or Chet or whatever!" Vanessa declared. "I'm crazy for your cock! Put it in me, Chet! Put it in me now!"

She pressed her ass against the motel room door, fleshy barrier between Chet and Chet's irate wife. Being fucked against the door with his wife pounding away at the other side was just so wrong it was almost the only thing Vanessa can think of. She had to have this!

"This was a mistake! This was a huge mistake!" The man blubbered on the verge of tears."You have to let me go!"

"Not until you fuck me dammit!" Vanessa screamed. "We had a deal! You fuck me, I fuck you, then we all get fucked! If your wife wants to get fucked too, then fine, she can join us!"

Vanessa shuddered at the sudden idea. This could work! This could totally work! She had read about things like this on the Internet!

Without stopping to think, because she knew thinking was the enemy here, she turned suddenly and opened the door to find a flush-faced Asian woman. Vanessa's vag nearly screamed. Chet's wife looked her up and down in disgust, opened her mouth to call her a whore again, no doubt, but she never got the chance. Vanessa pounced, grabbing hold of the woman and shoving her tongue in her mouth.

Vanessa had never kissed a woman. Never been particularly inclined to. But the idea of seducing the wife of the man she had just been caught in adultery with was so wrong, so fucking hot, she had never wanted anyone so much in her life!

Chet's wife did not feel the same, apparently. She wriggled out of Vanessa's grasp and pushed her back forcibly.

"Arggh!" She screamed at Vanessa, shaking an accusatory finger at her but unable to find words, her face a mask of rage. Instead, she looked past Vanessa.

"Chet!" She spat. "Home! Now!"

Chat was a blur rushing past her and was in the Subaru before Vanessa could even start explaining her plan to fuck both of them. She turned back to the wife.

"We can share him," she insisted. "It will be so hot!"

"Arggh!" She screamed at Vanessa again, then stalked away without so much as calling her a whore again. She got in a blue Honda and pointed and honked at Chet until he drove out of the parking lot in front of her. It was clear she intended to ride herd on him all the way home.

Vanessa shuddered and watched her two potential lovers drive away, leaving her helplessly horny.

She looked down and realized she was topless, wearing nothing but her flimsy miniskirt. She looked up and realized the screaming of Chet's wife had attracted an audience and her bare titties had kept it. Two bearded man sat in the pick up truck ogling her.

They looked away when she noticed them noticing her. Vanessa did not look away. She took a deep breath, pushed back the lock of dark hair that dangled in her face and stalked forward, bare-chested and intent.

The bearded men were two gazelles being hunted by a lioness. No, they were two little birds being approached by a serpent, aware of the danger but mesmerized by the eyes that were Vanessa's boobies. Male birds. Cocks.

She approached the passenger side and tapped on the window, swinging her titties back-and-forth, back-and-forth and the mesmerized cocks. The younger of the two men rolled down his window, his eyes saucers.

"I know this must seem rather unusual," Vanessa said. "But I am horny as fuck and I really, really need to get off. You can help me with that, right?"

"I... I... Yeah!" the young man said.

Vanessa quivered. She had hope!

"Don't be stupid little brother," the driver of the pick up said. "You know better than to go messing with whores."

Vanessa nearly came at being called a whore, but it was obvious this was no time for mislabeling things. She was crazed with unfulfilled lust, but she needed to not seem completely insane for the sake of a protective big brother. She needed to be the preacher's wife, talking these two into doing the right thing. Or maybe the wrong thing. But at least the needful thing.

"I'm not a whore, I promise," she told them as calmly as she could manage. "A slut, yes, but I'm not after your money. I just came here intent i'm getting laid and my plans just ran off with his wife. The motel room's paid for and I've got condoms if that's what you're worried about. I've had all my shots and I can make sure it's something you'll never forget."

The young man turned to his older brother as if asking if he could bring home a puppy they had just found.

"Dale, she will get your pants off and then rob you blind and possible put a knife in you," the older brother said. "She's probably got a guy or two in that room waiting to jump you. Don't be stupid."

Vanessa noticed the hunting rifles in the truck.

"Dale," she said, her voice dripping, "Your brother's looking out for you and that's really special. But there's no one in that room at all and there's not a damn place I could keep a knife in this outfit. You two can bring your guns and check the room and then your brother can wait in the bathroom while I fuck your brains out. Or he could wait in the bedroom while I fuck your brains out in the bathroom."

Dale was staring longingly at her titties again. And his brother wasn't exactly not noticing them.

"Ooooor, if he likes, your brother can watch," she said. "The girls really get to bouncing when I'm going at it hard."

She did a little trick with her shoulders that made her boobies hop up and say ‘hi!'.

"We'll be fine, Rex," Dale assured his older brother and opened the truck door.

Vanessa didn't know if Rex had been convinced or that he was smart enough to recognize that Vanessa's titties had the better argument as far as Dale was concerned. He did grab a rifle, but he didn't insist on Dale bringing one.

Once in the motel room Vanessa giggled and pawed at the younger brother while Rex inspected the bathroom for thugs or pirates or ninjas or whatever he expected to find waiting to jump out on his trusting brother. When he came out not having found them, Vanessa winked at him and then locked the motel room door with the security chain.

"Bathroom is clear," she said teasingly, "Oh, and your little brother was just about to check me for knives."

She grabbed Dale by the wrists and pressed his hands against her tits. His hands were much bigger than ‘John/Chet's'. Vanessa was optimistic. Since it was apparent the younger brother knew what he what to do with his hands once she got them where they needed to be, she reached down for his crotch.

"Oooooh!" she said. "NOT a little brother! Not a little brother at all!"

She didn't have to use hyperbole here. Either the young man was smuggling a warm Coke bottle in his pants or Vanessa had hit the jackpot. She took his hands again and spun around, winding up with him still able to fondle her tits while her ass pressed against his hardening dick.

"Holy shit!" Dale exclaimed and squeezed her titties roughly.

"I'll, um, wait in the bathroom," Rex said, blushing. "You do realize this lady is crazy, don't you Dale?"

"Don't fuckin' care, Rex!" Dale announced.

"I'm crazy for your cock, Dale!" Vanessa proclaimed. "Once you fuck crazy, you'll never go back!"

"This is so fucked up," Rex said and headed for the bathroom.

"Alone at last," Vanessa said, turning again to face the younger brother. "Have you ever been tittie-fucked, Dale?"

The young man's big brown eyes were apparently capable of getting wider.

"No ma'am," Dale stammered.

"Oh, Dale," She chided. "Am I a ma'am or am I a slut? Choose wisely."

"You... You're a slut!" he decided and she bit her lower lip and shuddered with her eyelids at half mast.

"Oh Dale!" she approved. "Good choice! A ma'am I would never do what this slut is about to."

And then she was back in the position she had been in earlier, but with a younger, bigger, harder man. Her wickedness was being rewarded. She was doing everything wrong and it felt so fucking right! The young man moaned in ecstasy has she reaffirmed her depravity all over his manhood.

Once he was weeping and choking with arousal, Vanessa grabbed one of the condoms scattered on the bed during the John fiasco and slipped it on with a practiced hand.

"Gotta saddle you up before I ride you, Stud," she said, and he nodded in astonished agreement. He might have agreed to just about anything at that point, Vanessa realized. But it was the only thing she wanted.

"You're gonna give this cowgirl the ride of her life, aren't you Dale," she said.

"Yes m..." He started, then nodded vigorously.

She laughed wickedly and mounted him. His huge cock filled the emptiness inside her, fulfilled her destiny, her purpose. God had made her wrong. And that was all right! That was fucking all right!

"Oh God I am such a fucking slut!" she prayed. "Such A fucking slut!"

And then she fulfilled every promise she had made the young man with word and body, riding him hard. He may as well have been a mannequin for all he moved, mostly just staring up in astonishment at the woman frantically fucking him, but he provided what she needed.

"I'm coming, Martin! I'm coming!" she exclaimed as she was racked with orgasm.

The young man stared at her in confusion as she quivered on his cock, then collapsed on top of him, dripping with sweat.

"I...I'm Dale," he whispered.

Vanessa blinked sweat out of her eyes, confused, and realize she had called the young man I husband's name.

"Oh baby," she said patting his fuzzy cheek," I don't care what your name is! All I care about is that you're still be hard. Didn't you come you come yet?"

The young man looked ashamed and timidly shook his head no. Vanessa was amazed but she suspected she had actually scared the young man with the ferocity of her need to the point that he couldn't. That wasn't fair. She had an idea.

"How about I ride you reverse cowgirl," she proposed. "And you just come when you're good and ready and push me off when you're ready for me to stop."

"Ok," he agreed.

Vanessa reversed positions. She was going to be sore for a week after this and It was so going to be worth it. She suspected he would come quickly once he knew she wasn't watching.

Of course, there was a mirror there on the motel room wall and while it didn't show Dale's face it did show the face and tits of the sex crazed slut riding him. Vanessa quivered at the sight of herself. She has never looked so depraved.

"Slap my ass, Dale!" she instructed. "Slap my ass!"

God bless the hairy young man, he did as he was told! He slapped her ass hard and repeatedly as she rode him and without any particular rhythm so each whack came as a surprise. She groaned and watched her titties frenetically bounce in the mirror. She was coming again but she would not stop the bucking of her hips and the young man drove her on with slaps to her buttocks.

And then she looked over from her tits to the corner of the mirror which showed that Rex hadn't fully closed the bathroom door and was watching her, a dick the size of his sibling's in his hand.

She cried out and started squeezing urgently at the younger brother's cock with her twat. He stopped slapping her ass and yelled out something incomprehensible as he throbbed and pulsed inside her.

"Holy shit..." he gasped hoarsely once the pulsing stopped.

He was going limp inside her. He had gone limp on the bed. Vanessa was barely aware. She had a new goal. She reached down to hold the condom in place as she dismounted and rolled to the floor. On hands and knees, she crawled towards the motel bathroom and the older brother who seemed to be actively reevaluating the pros and cons of fucking a crazy woman.

"I think that might be for me," she said when she reached the bathroom door, and when he didn't disagree, she pushed on in. The tile was cold on her palms and knees. But she was a hot piece of ass and Rex knew it.

"I'm gonna choke on that monster," she acknowledged, indicating the hunk of meat in his hands. "But it'll totally be worth it."

And indeed she did choke, a little, but not too bad. Rex was clearly more experienced than his brother, though it was clear Vanessa was giving him the best blowjob of his life. She had forgotten to put a condom on him in her rush, but he didn't seem concerned.

"Do me a favor?" she asked after a drop of precum told her he was close.

"Anything!" he pledged, decidedly less suspicious than when she had first met him.

"Slap me in the face with that thing and then come all over me," she requested.

He stared at her in bewilderment.

"Crazy slut," he said, then did as she requested, gently slapping her on each cheek and then jacking off and showering her with spunk as he grunted like a beast.

"Holy shit," said a voice behind her.

She turned to Dale and smiled at him through a thin film of his brother's jism. Was he jealous? Was he angry?

She looked crotchward. Whatever else the younger brother was, he was hard. And Vanessa could work with that. She crawled towards him, giggling, and took him in her mouth.

And a few minutes of her sucking on his brother's dick was apparently enough to rally Rex's manhood, because soon she felt two strong hands on her hips and a dick sliding along her ass crack. She moaned encouragement through the dick in her mouth.

"Best hitting trip ever, huh, Rex," Dale stammered.

"It's different, I'll give you that," the older brother said. "Hang on. I got an idea."

"But I was..." Dale objected as his brother scooped Vanessa up in his big strong arms, pulling her away from Dale's cock.

"Trust me," he said. "This will be good."

"I trust you both!" Vanessa declared. "I trust you both to fuck my slutty brains out!"

Rex grunted agreement.

He lay Vanessa across the corner of the motel room bed with her back supported but her head and as dangling over the sides.

"Have her blow you upside down," Rex told his brother. "Mary did it for me once. It's awesome."

"I'll try anything once!" Vanessa agreed.

The eager younger brother tapped his cock against her forehead and she kissed the underside, then guided it back into her mouth as the older brother grabbed hold of her ankles, rested her heels on his shoulders and guided himself into her cooze. Vanessa drooled from both ends.

As Dale's balls gender gently bounced on her forehead and nose, Rex pumped away, pounding her thoroughly as the two brothers disjointedly commented on how nicely her tits were bouncing and how fucked up the whole situation was.

Vanessa's head reeled. What she was doing was so wrong! So much worse than adultery! She was such a fucking slut,fucking two brothers at the same time!

She started to come and to choke on Dale's jism at the same time. She shuddered and jerked on the bed, then blacked out.

"Hey... Are you ok?"

Vanessa's eyes fluttered open.

"I'm a fucking slut!" She said to the brothers looking down on her with concern, then giggled.

They looked at each other, their faces still grave.

"Well, um, we should probably go," Rex said.

"Yeah, that's ok," Vanessa assured them. "I got what I needed. You two were awesome, really."

She giggled and squeezed a tit.

"You wanna say goodbye to the girls?" She asked.

Dale gave her tits a squeeze. It was clear on his face he was trying to memorize every detail. He'd be jerking off to her memory for years, Vanessa was certain. Rex declined, saying he was good, putting on his pants and retrieving his hunting rifle.

"Thank the lady and get your pants on, little bro," Rex insisted.

As the younger man reluctantly dressed, Rex looked at her with the skepticism he had first greeted her with.

"You sure you're ok?" he asked.

Vanessa shrugged.

"I'm probably crazy," she admitted. "But who isn't, really. At least I enjoy it."

"Yeah, um, well... Thanks for.... Whatever this was..." he said, and took his brother by the arm and led him out of the motel room.

Vanessa looked at herself in the mirror, her face a smear of makeup, jism, sweat and tears.

"You dirty slut," she called her reflection, then laughed and laughed and laughed.

She found the bottle of wine that ‘John/Chet' had left and proceeded to drink herself stupid, looking for porn on the motel TV. Chet's wife would be mad when she saw the credit card statement. But she was already mad.

Vanessa was fine. She was just fine. But would one man ever be enough for her again?

The bottle nearly empty, porn blaring on the TV, Vanessa began to stroke herself, fantasizing that the brothers had come back, not able to stay away. And then Chet was back as well, his cock hard for her. And Mr. Saunders from church, his dick in hand, bigger than the rest because, fuck it, it was her fantasy and why couldn't they all have big dicks? And then Martin was pushing into the circle, his own humongous dick in his hand, looking outraged at the four other men about to jizz on his wife, but unable to resist joining them.

And then, in her fantasy, Chet's wife burst in, stark naked with big fake titties and shouted "Me too! Me too!" before jumping on the bed and grinding her pussy in Vanessa's face while five men showered them with spunk.

The thought was enough to drive Vanessa over the edge.

As she lay there in the darkness, the glow of her orgasm fading, she whispered:

"Sick, Vanessa. Sick."

"Margot is definitely sick. Gonna have to extend my visit. Martin will understand."

End