Poetic...

"It's true." she stood up. Kyle deserved something nice. She needed to give him something nice. And she was just fed up enough with Brian that nothing in her could stop her.
"Beth, what...."
She plopped herself on his lap. His gym shorts did very little to hide the feeling of his cock against her crotch. She kissed him: deeply... sluttily, and hungrily, gripping his head and running her fingers into his scalp. Just like at the bar, his male instincts took over, and he kissed back. He even started to explore her body with his hands this time before finally coming to his senses. He pushed her gently backward enough to disengage their lips. "Beth! Are you still drunk?"
"No..." she whispered, kissing his neck and chest, reaching down between them to find his waistband. {if KyleBrianStory = 1
}"Now, where's that part of you that wanted a little... poetic justice?" {else
}"Don't you think you've waited long enough for a little... poetic justice?" {endif
}she breathed in his ear as her fingers touched cock. It was like grabbing a live wire.
"This is so wrong."
"Of course it is. Just relax...and keep quiet." She slithered off his lap like a snake, sliding to her knees and dragging his shorts off with the same motion. His thick cock sprang to attention. "See? You already agree with me."
"Beth, you really shouldn't..."

She gripped that prodigious stick of meat by the base. He was cut and thick, and despite his workout, he didn't really stink at all, beyond a very sexy, very masculine musk. It was definitely bigger than Brian's. Not by much, but without question. She didn't hesitate: she began to kiss up and down the shaft, licking the balls and then popping the head in her mouth. The rush of her bad deed was enough to chase all fear and guilt from her mind, and she settled in to worshiping Kyle's cock.
"Fuck...this is bad...this really...."
"Shhh....be quiet, relax and enjoy this...." she spit on his member, stroking it with both hands while she popped the tip in and out of her mouth.
"I...I shouldn't tell you this, but....mmmmm." Kyle whispered, "You....you look just like her..."
Interesting. She kept sucking, a little harder, a little sloppier, and a little deeper each time. I look just like the girl my fiancee fucked behind his brother's back, do I? It only fueled her spite and desire to make Kyle feel good.
"I shouldn't tell you this..." she looked him in the eye as she stroked, "You're bigger than he is." And then she went right back to pumping that beautiful thing down her throat.
"You're...fuck...you're just trying to make me.... feel good..."
"I'm telling the fucking truth. Thicker, and a little longer, Kyle." She stared at him as she freed her tits from the t-shirt she was wearing, wrapping them around his shaft to give him a different feeling.
"God...I'm going to hell..."
"I told you to relax.... Fair's....fair...." she titfucked him slowly, punctuating every word."Do I do it better than she did?"
All Kyle could do is nod emphatically. "She didn't have...tits....like yours... and she couldn't take me deep in her throat... too much gag reflex."
Beth smiled a wicked smile. Challenge accepted. Kyle could only curse softly as she went all the way to the base. She thought she might puke at first... God..he's thick... but she managed to get her reflex under control and settled into a porno-grade throatfucking that had him swearing over and over again under his breath. He even guided her with a hand on the back of her head, coaxing her back to the base when she pulled up. Oh, he likes it....
"Beth...shit...you have to stop...I'm going to..."