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Perky’s Payback

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28.06.2018
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It was a struggle to open your eyes this morning. A busy week of travel mixed in with a “red eye” flight had taken its toll of your energy.

Somehow, with great effort, you managed to drag your weary body out of bed, and stumbled along the hall to the kitchen. Morning coffee never failed to revive, at least not yet.

Coffee on, it was time to look over the previous week’s mail which Jim had stacked on your kitchen countertop. Jim, orderly as always, had stacked it in from the smallest to the biggest envelope. The first envelope caught your eye, it was a letter from one of your old college girlfriends, Jenny. She was the only person who would address a letter using only your college nickname, “Perky”, never your full name, Jane Wingate.

Jane was a name you hated with a passion. Perky, resonated with how you felt about yourself; confident, energetic, fun loving. It was a name you had grown to love. Only your parents and friends from high school called you Jane. You always introduced yourself as Perky – occasionally it would draw quizzical looks from people but you would explain it to them as referring to how your pals in University had admired your energy, and up beat manner. Of course, it wasn’t the real reason.

No the other girls were making fun of your ever evident nipples which always seemed to be “on”. Naturally the name had an aspect of jealousy to it since the other girls couldn’t help but notice how their boyfriends’ eyes would be drawn to them. At first you had been self conscious about them but with time you had come to view them as an asset of which to be proud.

The coffee having done its trick and brought you back amongst the living was quickly followed by a short shower. You were in a bit a hurry this morning, and really didn’t have time to waste. Feeling sexy you picked out your favourite blouse, and short skirt. Of course you couldn’t have any panty lines so a thong was in order You opened your underwear drawer and rummaged around for one particular pair. Not finding them there, you checked in your closet, and several other possible locations.

Now short on time, and frustrated you voiced your annoyance, “Damn, what happened to my panties?”

Your pink Victoria’s Secret thong was your favourite, and you liked to wear it underneath this particular short skirt. Checking everywhere, it was nowhere to be found. This was the second pair you had lost within the space of two months. Where on earth do these things get to you thought? Just at that moment, a drip of water fell from one of the leaves of your hanging plants. Jim had told you this would happen if you over watered your Pothos. An inkling of an idea began to take root in your brain, which quickly blossomed.

“Jim stole my panties!!!”

“No, that’s ridiculous; he wouldn’t have done that, would he?” It seemed outlandish, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Your ultra naughty Wicked Weasel thong had vanished the last time Jim had looked after your plants, and now the same thing had happened again.

Just how well did you know Jim you thought to yourself?

The first time you met Jim was after you had moved into your new apartment. Carrying several plants into the foyer, you hadn’t noticed him standing off to the side checking his mail box, and had bumped into him. Right off you were impressed with his looks, though he seemed a bit shy. Jim complimented your choice of plants while telling you about his green thumb. Being the bold person you are, you had come right out, and told him he would have to come by, and help you out since you didn’t have the touch with plants (of course, you didn’t mention what else you had the touch with). He seemed a bit taken aback by your request, but said he would help out. This was greatly appreciated since you frequently had to leave town on business.

Being single, you had no problem encouraging Jim to pay attention to you, but he still seemed awkward around you whenever you met, and unable to take note of the signals you were sending. Oh well you thought, there are plenty of other guys about, and I really don’t need to work at something like this. With that you stopped thinking about Jim.

Still, he did a great job looking after your plants. They always looked more vibrant after a spell of Jim’s caretaking. He was certainly a nice guy, always ready to help out.

But how could he do this to me. I trusted him enough to let him into my apartment when I was gone, and he steals my panties. The more you thought of it, the angrier you became; trust was never something in your life you took lightly. Still, you couldn’t be down on Jim completely, but he needed to be taught a lesson.

“Yes, I am going to teach Jim a lesson he won’t forget”, a mischievous grin creasing your lips.

Several days later, revenge was at hand. You had called Jim, asking him to stop by for a drink; your way of saying thanks you said. Mentally you prepared your game face.

A knock at the door, yes it was game time.

“Hi Perky, thanks for inviting me up.”

“Come in Jim, and have a seat” you said somewhat coolly. You wanted Jim to feel on edge. He sat down in your oversize sofa.

Never one to waste time, you went to work immediately to put pressure on him.

“Jim I wanted to look real sexy for you tonight so I made sure I wore my short skirt and sheer white tank top – no bra of course!” Jim gasped like a fish out of water. That would keep him off balance you knew.

Standing in front of him, you pulled up your skirt showing off your bikini panties.

“Do you think this pair of panties goes well with this skirt?”

“Um yes” Jim replied; he was well and truly off balance, now was time for you to hit a home run.

“I don’t think so Jim. My pink Victoria’s Secret thong works great with this skirt, but I can’t find it.” Jim suddenly went red in the face. “Of course, my other choice is my Wicked Weasel thong, but that’s missing as well.”

“You wouldn’t by any chance happen to know what happened to them would you.”

Jim stammered for a moment before he could utter a no.

“I know you took them, Jim you’re the only one who had entry to my apartment, and both times it happened after you had been in here.”

Jim still denied it.

“Alright Jim, I am going to phone the Police, and report what you did.”

“No, Perky, please don’t do that, I was only borrowing them.” So he did steal them, now you were going to have some payback.

“Ok Jim, you are going to be punished by me. You will do what I tell you or else I will report you, got that?

“Yes, Perky” Jim replied in what sounded almost like the voice of a little boy.

“OK Jim, you are going to answer some of my questions now. How did you get started in this pastime of yours – I assume this was not the first time you’ve done this?”

“No, when I was growing up, I used to sniff my sister’s, and mom’s panties. Sometimes, I would take them from the laundry hamper, and take them back to my room.”

“So what got you into sniffing panties?

“Jena, my sister was two years older than me, and being a horny, inquisitive type of guy, I desperately wanted to see her naked. It took me a while before I figured out I could hide in her bedroom closet, and see her get undressed. One night, I knew she was going out with some friends, and I decided to chance it. I saw her clothes were already set out on her chair, so I guessed she wouldn’t go into the closet Well I snuck into her closet, kept the accordion doors slightly ajar, and waited. She came in and stripped down to her panties. This was great, but it got even better. Jena lay down on the bed, and started to rub herself through her panties. In almost no time, she was writhing all over the bed until with one big motion she came. Mom shouted her friends were waiting outside for her, and to hurry up. Jena stripped off her wet panties, and rushed to get dressed, pushing the underpants under her bed. As soon I she had gone, I went to have a look at them. I had never smelled such a wonderful fragrance. I brought the crotch up to my lips, and licked it – it tasted like nectar to me.”

“Go on.”

“That was just the start. After that, I just had to sniff, and lick sis’, and mom’s panties whenever I had the chance. When I moved out to go to university, I managed to sneak off with a pair of panties a girl had forgotten in the laundry room. I’ve bought some panties from women over the internet (boy if he only knew what you did for a hobby, you thought), but Perky, I promise you I never had stolen any woman’s panties until now.”

Jim looked extremely embarrassed, and nervous – just where you wanted him.

“Don’t move Jim, I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Perky, please don’t call the police.”

Back you came with something in your hands.

“OK Jim, this is a pair of my panties from my laundry hamper; I want to see what you do with them.”

“I can’t do this in front of you, Perky!”

“You are going to, or I might have to get in touch with some people who might set you straight about what’s right, and wrong.” Your point being clear, you tossed your panties at Jim.

Jim relented. Being a seller of panties over the internet, you always thought you’d like to see, firsthand, what a guy would do with a pair of your dirty panties. Now you were going to get a close-up look.

Jim took the panties, and spread them out flat over his thigh. It seemed he wanted to get an overall look at their shape. Taking them by the waistband he opened them up to look at the crotch (you had masturbated in them in preparation for this night); putting several fingers under the crotch he lifted them up to eye level for a closer inspection. Then he pushed the soiled gusset to his nose, and inhaled deeply. Obviously, he liked what he smelled.

This was getting interesting you thought. That old familiar feeling of excitement was starting to spread into your lower regions.

He began to caress his face, and neck with the turned inside out panties.

You could see he was becoming aroused by his actions – that much was clear by the bulge in his pants.

The panties were now positioned over his lips. Opening his mouth, he took them inside so he could taste your secretions

Hmmm, time to reassert your control over him you thought, after all I can’t let him feel too comfortable.

“Put the panties down.” you said sternly.

Jim hesitated for a moment.

“Now”. Jim complied.

“Take off your shirt”.

Jim looked bewildered but did as you told him, dropping the blue polo shirt on the couch beside him. Jim was no Arnold Schwarzenegger, but his muscles were well defined, and his abs were taut.

You had never realized just how potent this mixture of control, and excitement could be. You could feel your loins start to stir.

“Now Jim, get your jeans off.”

Jim’s face said it all, jaw dropped, stunned, almost as if he had been smacked in the face.

“Perky, I am not going to do that!”

“Jim, do it now, or I will…”

Before you could complete the sentence, Jim uttered a reply, “No Perky, please don’t do that, I’ll do what you want.”

Jim bent down to unlace his shoes then removed them. He unsnapped the jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down; putting both hands on the material at the belt line he started to pull the pants down to his ankles.

Ah, so, Jim wears boxers, a man after my own heart you thought. You hated men’s briefs, they looked like nothing more than glorified diapers – after all, you knew, only “real men” wore boxer shorts.

Hmmm, you smiled, another secret revealed. As Jim had bent over to take off his trousers, the tip of his penis briefly poked its head out of the fly. He was cut; the tip of his circumcised penis was shiny, and large like the head of a mushroom.

Time for the next step you thought. Your breathing had become shallower reflecting your increasing excitement, not to mention the increasing dampness you could feel in your panties.

“Alright Jim, now it’s time to drop your drawers”!

A look of incredulity creased Jim’s face, as if he could not believe the situation he was in.

Not wanting to betray your mounting excitement, you carefully maintained your cool façade. Your next move came close to losing it.

Being impatient with Jim’s delay in following your commands, you quickly lent forward, and with one quick movement grasped the waistband of his boxers, then yanked them down his legs. To do so, you had had to lean forward, and with the quick downward thrust, his semi erect penis had bounced up brushing the side of your cheek. A warm flush sparked by the brief contact spread through your face. Quickly you moved away from Jim to look at his now exposed manhood.

Jim look flustered now. At the same time, you could not believe how easy it had been to get him to do what you wanted him to do.

“Jim, pick up my panties. You are going to show me just what you used to do with your sister’s panties. Hurry up, or do I have to warn you what the consequences might be.”

Meekly, Jim acquiesced. Taking the pink satin panties in his right hand, he draped them around the shaft of his now hard penis. He began a slow stroking movement along its length which almost imperceptibly picked up speed. This mirrored your own internal excitement – you had witnessed your fair share of guys playing with themselves, especially your last boyfriend who would have made a living at if he could have, but this was different. You had complete control of the situation; maybe you had discovered an unknown side of yourself.

The sight of Jim massaging his shaft was having its effect on you as well. It was becoming harder to stay in control, and to conceal your excitement. Your pussy was starting its familiar tingle, and your bikini panties were now drenched in your lubrications.

It was becoming apparent to you Jim was near the point of release – since the moment was too delicious to have come to an end so soon, you told him to stop what he was doing, and drop his hands to his side. He did so but left your panties dangling from his erect penis. A stroke of inspiration now came upon you. Slipping both hands under your skirt, you grasped the material of your briefs, slowly slipping them from their hiding place. You could feel the burn of Jim’s stare on your body, and little shudders began to work their way through your spine. Of course, all Jim could see were your white panties since you didn’t want to expose your flesh just yet but you could feel he was wondering what would happen next.

Once the drenched panties had been slipped over your feet you stood up. You tossed the panties over to Jim, telling him to “Use these instead, after all you do like fresh ones as well”, revelling in being so bad. “Lie down on the floor, and start whacking off again.” You wondered if he could see the trickles of your excitement rolling down the insides of your legs, or smell your musky fragrance.

Jim began to build up a head of steam very rapidly. His face was now covered with traces of perspiration, and his eyes glazed over as he focused on his task. It was sheer exhilaration to watch a man masturbate, almost like he was showing a secret part of himself or showing some vulnerability.

Arching his back, Jim showed all the signs of his approaching orgasm. With a quick flourish, and quiet grunt he filled the panties with his seed.

Jim closed his eyes while his breathing began to slow down.

You smirked at the idea he thought it was over but you weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily.

It was time for you to get off – it had taken all your willpower not to slip a hand under your skirt, and start pleasuring yourself. Hurriedly you unzipped your skirt letting it drop onto the carpet then pulled the white tank top over your head which you let slip on top of your skirt. Your whole body tingled at its release from its bondage; your ever erect and proud nipples were stiffer than they’d ever been.

“Hey open your eyes!”

Jim opened his eyes. His reaction was like someone who had been jabbed by a cattle prod.

“You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn. Keep lying where you are, and don’t you dare move a muscle” Jim wondered what was next.

Moving toward Jim, you straddled his upper body, facing towards his gradually recovering dick. Slowly, you got down on your knees, placing the weight of your hands on his hands so as to keep them in place. Then you slipped your thighs over his face where you were now close enough for him to smell your wetness.

“You are not allowed to move your hands. Stick out your tongue, and don’t let it move.” That he had done so was evident as you lowered your hips. You let out a big gasp when you realized just how big his tongue was by how far it had entered you. Was this for real?

At first you slowly moved from side to side, up and down. Your wetness was dripping onto his chin; you could feel it as you sometimes brushed the side of his chin (good thing Jim had had a close shave before stopping by). Closing your eyes you let yourself be part of the moment. On another pass you moved backwards over Jim’s nose where it rubbed your engorged clitoris; the subtle pressure of his nose mixed in with heavy breathing created a firestorm on your tender nub. This and your previous excitement were pushing you near the edge. By now you were practically sitting on Jim’s face, thighs pushing tightly against his head. Somewhere in the back of your head you hoped you were not suffocating him, but right now you were simply enjoying yourself too much to stop.

It started as little shivers which quickly became more and more pronounced. With a loud moan of pleasure you let yourself fall into the pleasure of a massive orgasm (the mother of all orgasms?!?). You had never quite experienced one like this before – it must have been a mixture of all the unique circumstances of this experience.

Rolling off of Jim’s face, you let yourself slowly return from the plateau of pleasure you had reached.

After about ten minutes, you knew it was time to drop the façade, and let the tender part of your being emerge.

“Jim, you really pissed me off by stealing my panties. I let you come into my apartment because I felt I could trust you, and you betrayed that trust. I don’t like having my trust betrayed so I decided I would teach you a lesson. We’re even now, so I’m giving you another chance, Jim. Besides, I always liked you but you never made any moves on me. So, maybe now we can have some fun together.”

“Gee, Perky, I really feel badly about what happened, and I know I was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself at the time. You must be wondering why I went along with what you told me to do?”

“Yeah, I did. Why did you give in so easily?”

Jim relaxed with his back on the side of the couch. “Well my Mom, and Dad were very strict, almost repressed about a lot of things, sex included. Once I was caught by my Mom when I was eleven looking over a fence into someone’s garden. She thought I was being a little voyeur, took me by the arm, took my pants down, and spanked me bare-assed in front of the house. Mom terrified me that way, and I always had to watch out for her. Now you might wonder what the connection is between what happened here, and then, so this is what happened.

Intensely interested, you leaned forward to hear Jim’s story.

“My Mom, Dad, and sister had to go out of town over night, and Jena’s best friend, Cindy was to baby sit. I was 13 at the time, and Jena was 16; I didn’t think I needed one but Mom knew better. Anyway Mom thought really highly of Jena – I think she thought the sun shone out of her ass. There was nothing Jena could do wrong in Mom’s eyes”

“Now being a horny 13 year old, and having spied on Jena before, I planned on doing the same with Cindy. I really wanted to see her naked – I’d seen her before with sis at the swimming pool; she was 5’6″ with long red hair, 36C breasts, an ass to die for supported by muscular legs. Cindy used to do lots of sports at school, she was an honour student.”

“Cindy sent me to bed at ten o’clock where I pretended to be asleep when she came by to check up on me. I figured she would go have a shower before going to bed, which would give me time to creep into sis’ bedroom’s closet. I heard the bathroom door shut, and the shower being switched on. Bingo, I was right. So off I went to the bedroom, sporting wood all the way at the thought of what I would get to see. I got into the closet, closed the accordion doors with just enough room to peak between them.”

“I had to wait about fifteen minutes until Cindy showed up in the bedroom wearing a white bathrobe. Next thing I see is her back to me, and then she took off the bathrobe, and dropped it on a chair. I couldn’t believe it there she was completely naked before my very eyes. She turned towards the cupboard, and I had my first full frontal view of her. She had very beautiful areolas mounted on top of large rounded breasts. Between her legs she had trimmed her fire red bush to just above her jutting pussy lips. At this point I was so excited I was nearly hyperventilating. Now if I thought that was great, what was next was even better”

“Cindy lay down on the bed completely naked. What’s up I thought? Next thing she reaches into a little bag on her bedside table, and brings out a dildo; I didn’t know what that was at the time. She put some sort of lubricant on it, and started to rub it against her clit. Cindy pulled her legs up towards her body so I could see she was putting it inside herself. As she started to go faster, she began to moan, and yell in obvious pleasure. I was hard as a rock while watching all this; I thought I had died and gone to heaven.”

“Now it was obvious she was getting close to a climax; her back was arching off the bed, her chest was going up and down. Then everything turned upside down. I felt I was going to sneeze so buried my face in some of sis’ clothes hanging on hangars. This would have worked save that I managed to lose my balance, slipped against the wall, and let out a huge sneeze. I knew I was doomed.”

“Next thing I know, the closet doors swung open, and there was Cindy standing looking at me. Funny thing was she had put the bathrobe on, but hadn’t tied it closed so I could see a narrow strip of her pubes showing.”

“”You little shit. What the fuck were you doing in the closet? I ought to beat the shit out of you. Your ass is in my hands now you little bastard.” I thought where in the world did she pick up such a choice vocabulary?”

“”Then she said the words which she knew would strike fear into my heart.”Wait till I tell your mother.”

“No, please don’t do that.” I pleaded with Cindy not to tell Mom. I won’t do it again, I promise”.

Cindy was gradually cooling off by now; she seemed to be thinking about something.

“Right Jim, I’m going to make you pay for your little stunt, and if you don’t do exactly as I tell you, I will tell your Mother what you did tonight.”

I was shaking like a leaf at that, and as to what Cindy had in mind.

“Take your pyjama top off.” I did so promptly. “Hmm, not bad, now get your bottoms off. I want to see that little pecker of yours.” I was really scared now, so I hesitated. Cindy saw my reluctance, so piped in with “Your Mom is going to tan your hide a bright red after I tell her what a dirty little pervert you are.” That did it, fear overcame my embarrassment, and I dropped my pyjama bottoms.

“It was a weird feeling being completely exposed in front of Cindy, but I could feel a certain amount of pleasure from it.

“Jena tells me you like to beat off, so you are going to show me. Yeah, and you can use my panties to help you. She tells me that’s what you like to use.” How the hell did Jena know all that I wondered? With that Cindy flung her soiled panties at me. “So get started, already!”

“At first I was really self-conscious about performing in front of Cindy but as I got into it more, the better I felt. Cindy’s panties were so soft, and smooth on my dick; I was surprised how much nicer they were than Jena’s. I was enjoying how the fabric caressed the head of my dick, and how it tickled the underside of my balls, so much so I almost didn’t notice how Cindy had opened her bathrobe wider, and slipped her hand onto her pussy.”

“I was nearly ready to come when Cindy yelled at me to stop. She reached over, and yanked away her panties leaving my hard dick standing proudly. The next thing I knew she whipped off the bathrobe, and threw it on the chair.

“Ok Jim, you are going to come over here, and jizz over my tits.” I was in a state of complete disbelief. Cindy sat at the edge of the bed, and told me to stand right in front of her. I did so then she put some moisturizing cream on her hands, spreading it around. With her right hand she grabbed my still stiff cock, and started to massage it. I was in heaven. Now being young, with my dick being grabbed by its first female hand, it wasn’t going to be too long before I shot my load. Cindy, sensing I was about to come, pushed her chest out to receive my jizz. Screaming with delight as my come now showering her tits, she let go of my now throbbing cock. It was some sight to see all my goo covering her large tits, some even began to dribble off her candy pink nipple. Cindy began to massage it into her tits, much to my delight.”

“Whoa, buddy you’re not going anywhere yet!” You need to be cleaned up first – I gasped as she picked up my softening dick, and put it in her mouth. Her tongue ran up the tip of my penis, then just around the underside of the head. “That’ll do for now, I’ve got something else for you to do”

“If the previous event wasn’t enough, the next was a stunner.”

“Grabbing my head, she pulled it directly into her crotch, all the while maintaining a slight pressure on the back of my head with her two hands. I’m going to teach you how to eat a girl out, so listen up well, and do as I say, or else.”

“At first I was scared, and then I started to relax. I didn’t know, at the time, just how wet women got down there. Cindy told me to keep my mouth directly over her pussy, and to waggle my tongue from side to side over her moist lips. As soon as I started to do that her hips started to rhythmically move. The sweetness of her juices was intoxicating to me, as well as the delectable fragrance of her pussy.”

“”Now” Cindy told me in a breathless, hurried tone “I want you to lick my pussy lips, slowly, up and down, especially on my clitty. You do know what that is, right?” As soon as I did so, she started to buck around like a bucking bronco. As her movement intensified, she yelled at me to “Stick your finger in me”. The response was immediate – her legs clamped around my head then released as she began to moan loudly.”

“All of a sudden, she squirted some sort of fluid on my face; first I thought she had peed on me, but this was different.”

“Cindy fell back onto the bed, with little spasms still shaking her body for the next few minutes. Meanwhile, I let myself fall to the floor to process all of what had happened.”

“When Cindy got up, she look at me, and told me “You look like a guy who fell into a bowl of honey glaze for doughnuts”, and laughed. “So now you know I’m a squirter!””

“”Looking down at me, she noticed I was erect again.”

“So you have a hard-on again. Time to make use of it.” With that she told to lie down on the bed, and hopped over the top of me. “Well you’re going to be in the big time now – your first fuck!””

You had been listening to Jim’s story with intense interest; now you dreamily let one hand slip down to play with the folds of your pussy while the other circled the outside of your excited nipple.

“I couldn’t imagine how tight being inside a woman was; much better than the inside of my hand. As Cindy bobbed up and down on me, she took my hands, and guided them to her breasts. Though my hands could barely grab all of them they were firm to the touch, her nipples like an eraser on the end of a pencil. I could feel her secretions covering my hips more and more while her violent motions increased.

“Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and shot my load. Cindy came just a moment later, her orgasm making it felt all the way to my dick.”

“After we both recovered, Cindy looked me straight in the eyes, and told me I had better not mention what had happened, or else I would be sorry. She said to me you know who your mother would believe. In a way, she held that experience over my head for a while, and I was always scared she would tell Mom.”

You looked at Jim, took your moistened fingers from your pussy, and brushed them across Jim’s lips to hush him. “Jim, come with me, I want you to fuck me”, and with that you gently put your right hand around his rapidly hardening shaft, and brought him to your bedroom.

After a night of passionate lovemaking, you woke up feeling revitalised, after all nothing was a better pick-me-up than a good fuck. Jim had gone to shower, leaving you to pick up a little reminder of the previous night.

Jim made his way out of the bathroom. “Perky, I have to get ready for work now; I would like to see you again.”

“Sure Jim, come closer, I have something for you.” As Jim stood beside the bed, you slowly pulled down his zipper, and pushed your soiled panties into the open fly of his boxer shorts. Gently you stuffed them inside, and pulled the zip back up.

“Jim, these are for you to use when I’m not around. And remember,” a wicked grin stretching across your face, “the next time you want a pair of my panties, all you have to do is ask.”

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