I’d been dating Rosemary for a couple of years.

She was great — most of the time — but she has a vicious temper and could be very unpleasant. I’d been thinking about ending the relationship for a while, but I just hadn’t had the gumption to pull the trigger.

She has a half-sister, Jasmine (same mother, different father). The two were constantly feuding. Circumstances led them to living in the same house, and even though it’s a big house, they are always in one another’s face. It’s mostly Rosemary’s doing, as I think she’s jealous of Jasmine. She’s younger, and to be perfectly honest, she’s much more beautiful. Jasmine is half-Brazilian; she’s tall, long and lean, with perfect legs, a heart-shaped ass and very large tits.

One fine summer day I was hanging out at their house, ready for a good fuck with Rosemary, when she got a call from a friend who was going through a breakup. Of course, she had to be there for her. She took off and left me alone — or so I thought. I was lying by the pool, soaking up the rays, when I sensed a shadow over me. It was Jasmine, and she was wearing the most ridiculously skimpy bathing suit I’d ever seen. It was a one-piece, but it was like she was wearing a sling made out of dental floss. Her nipples were barely covered, and the bottom part was a thong that clearly indicated she had a shaved pussy.

She sat down on the chair next to mine, and we started chatting. It soon became evident that Jasmine was interested in taking her revenge on her sister through me, and I was fine with it. Looking back, I guess a guy with more scruples would have had said no, but I defy any straight man reading this to put himself in my position and refuse the offer I received.

Jasmine jumped into the pool for a swim and then emerged, as wet as a seal, her suit plastered to her skin, her coal-black hair like black lava running down her back. She sat next to me once more and took a brief but amused look at the hard-on tenting my trunks.

“Do you think I’m hotter than my sister?”

I croaked out the diplomatic response, “You’re both hot.” But she would have none of it. She shifted her body so her nipples were now clearly visible and as hard as pebbles from the cold water.

“Come on,” she said, leaning in. “I see how you look at me.” She then planted a soul-searing French kiss on me that made me question reality. Our tongues wrestled, and she let her fingers dance down my chest to my stomach. She tugged on my swimsuit and out popped my very hard cock.

She got between my legs and started stroking my erection. I would learn over the course of the next few hours that Jasmine can’t get enough of a big dick, and fortunately I was blessed with one. After priming the pump for a minute or two, she put her tongue at the base of my dick and gave it a long lick, right up to the tip. She repeated this action a few times, and then took the head into her mouth and began delivering an exquisite blowjob. She continued for about five blissful minutes before she asked, “Do you want to go to my bedroom?”

Of course I did, and I let her lead me by the cock to her room. Her swimsuit fell away as if made of gossamer, and I was dumbfounded by how great her body was — not an ounce of fat on her.

She sat me down on her bed, got on her knees and resumed playing with my cock. She stroked me while finding a spot under my balls and kneading it. That almost made me come. Then she started sucking me again, before wrapping her beautiful boobs around my shaft.

“She got on her hands and knees on the bed, and I screwed her doggy-style.”

“Do you like titty-fucking me?” she asked, in a voice that could make a dead man hard. I stood up, deciding to assert myself a little, and she started bobbing her head up and down on my cock like a woodpecker. I wrapped my hand in her hair and fucked her face. I was going to come, but I didn’t want to just yet, so I picked her up and put her down on her back. I parted her legs and began licking her succulent cunt.

“I’ve always imagined seeing you between my legs,” she whispered. I used my tongue like a little cock and fucked her pussy with it. She was fingering her nipples and breathing hard. I edged closer to licking her asshole (a thing Rosemary would not let me do), and Jasmine signaled her approval by yelling, “Go ahead, lick my asshole.” I buried my face in her asscrack, my tongue swabbing her rear hole until my patience wore out.

I had to fuck her at this point, so I lined up my prick with her wet opening and sank it inside. She gasped with surprise and pleasure, and then urged me on with cries of “fuck me harder.” She also asked me repeatedly to compare her to her sister, and I happily agreed that she was much tighter and a much better fuck.

After a few minutes of pounding, I climbed up so I could fuck her mouth. Jasmine was really bringing out the animal in me. She slurped me down and played with my balls while doing so. She indicated she wanted us to fuck — and to be on top — so I rolled on to the bed on my back. She faced the other way for a reverse cowgirl and urged me to smack her ass as she rode my cock.

Somehow we managed to turn her around so she was facing me, with her boobs dangling in front of my face as she slammed her pussy onto my cock. I caught a view of us in her mirror, and we looked so hot I was again ready to come, and I told her so.

“Not yet,” she whispered hotly before disengaging herself to once again suck my cock until I told her I had to fuck her some more. She got on her hands and knees on the bed, and I screwed her doggy-style. Jasmine was simply insatiable! I knew how she felt. I couldn’t get enough of her pussy wrapped around my cock, and I gave her every inch I had. Jasmine kept talking about her sister, which I supposed should have started to weird me out, but I wasn’t concentrating on that — just on how hot, wet, and tight her pussy was.

I told her I was ready to come and pulled out. She whipped around and said, “You want to come on my face?” Boy, did I! I pumped my cock a few times, and what seemed like a gallon of jism poured out, like someone opening a fire hydrant on a hot summer day.

Jasmine was drenched with goo but scooped it up with her fingers, which she proceeded to lick clean.

“So, am I hotter than my sister?” she asked.

“There’s no comparison,” I answered honestly.

She took me into the shower, and we rinsed each other off. I got hard again, so she performed the most amazing handjob I’ve ever had. Her hands were all soapy, and she used both of them, pulling upward on my cock, but not stroking down. I was ready to collapse; it felt too good. Then she rotated each hand in the opposite direction while continuing to stroke me. My knees gave out, and I had to sit down in the tub, the shower spray coming down on me. She laughed and knelt in front of me to finish me off. I had just come ten minutes earlier but again a fountain of semen billowed forth. I lay in the spray like a dead man in the rain.

I pulled myself back together, kissed Jasmine and went back to the pool, awaiting Rosemary’s return. She came back, none the wiser. But it occurred to me that Jasmine’s revenge wouldn’t be complete unless Rosemary knew. I wondered when and how it would happen, and a few days later Rosemary emailed me a video. I opened it up and watched Jasmine and I fucking. Another email followed, telling me in no uncertain terms that we were through. As an added bit of revenge, she broke the headlight on my pickup truck.

I figured no great loss and called Jasmine. She refused to take my calls, and I haven’t heard from her since. I got used, friends. But you know what? I don’t regret a single moment of it, not even the cost of a new headlight.

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