“They sleep in separate rooms?” asked Stacey
incredulously. “Are you kidding?”
“Swear to God,” replied Sarah, her best friend and
college roommate. They were discussing Sarah’s parents,
whom they were driving up to Heritage to visit for the
Thanksgiving holiday break. “They’ve been doing that
for like ten years now. Since I was in third grade.
They just don’t get along all that well I guess.”
“Wow,” said Stacey, shaking her head a little. She was
sitting in the passenger seat of Sarah’s BMW
convertible as they drove up Interstate 5 from
Sacramento. They were both freshmen at the University
of California at Davis. Sarah had invited her to stay
the long weekend with her and her family since Stacey’s
parents, who lived in Palo Alto, had elected to spend
this particular holiday in Hawaii. Now she was starting
to wonder if it was such a good idea after all. “Do
they like fight a lot and stuff like that?” she asked
nervously.
“No, nothing like that,” Sarah told her, flipping her
blonde ponytail from one side of her head to the other.
Her hair was always in a ponytail, except when she was
sleeping. And her face, though pretty, had never had
make-up upon it. She had told Stacey once that she
didn’t need make-up since she was not trying to attract
any boys. “They just don’t talk to each other much.
They kind of stay out of each other’s way, you know?
Don’t worry. Everything will be just fine. They’re both
dying to meet you.”
“They are?”
She gave a slight smile. “I didn’t have a lot of
friends when I was in high school. They…”
“Get out of here,” Stacey interrupted. “You didn’t have
any friends? You’re rich, you’re a sweetheart and
you’ve got a body to die for. You had to have been the
most popular girl in school.” And this was true. Sarah
was indeed from a rich family and she was indeed one of
the sweetest people Stacey had ever met. And her body
was indeed a nice one as well. It was trim and petite,
like a dancer’s body, with long, shapely legs and
small, pert breasts.
Sarah blushed a little. “Afraid not,” she said. “Like I
told you before, me and boys never really got along
with each other. I never hung out with the crowd in
high school. I just kind of kept to myself.”
“Hard to believe,” Stacey told her, although she
already knew about her friend’s aversion towards the
male sex, an aversion that came complete with a leaning
towards the female sex. This had been demonstrated in
graphic detail to her their second month together as
roommates when, after smoking a joint up in their dorm
room, they had ended up first masturbating together and
then, at Sarah’s initiation, masturbating each other.
It was an act that had repeated itself three times
since then, always after smoking grass or drinking.
Stacey was not sure exactly how she felt about this.
She could not deny that she had enjoyed the touch of
Sarah’s hand on her pussy. Nor could she deny that she
had longed to further the encounter, to let her friend
suck her breasts or even lick her. But she was horribly
afraid that this might mean she was becoming a lesbian.
True, her natural inclination was towards guys, with
their hard bodies and their masculinity. But what if
she started wanting to do things with women
exclusively? What would happen then? She had only slept
with one boy in her life and it had been an experience
worth forgetting. What if she stopped desiring men
before she had a chance to experience them to the
fullest? Was that possible?
“So anyway,” Sarah said, breaking her train of thought,
“they’re both really excited to meet my best friend. I
never really had one before you see.”
“I see,” she said, feeling the slightest bit
uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was
moving. She decided to change the subject. “So they’re
both lawyers, right?”
“Right,” Sarah said, gunning the engine and whipping
around a line of big rigs in the slow lane. “Dad’s a
corporate lawyer for Barkely-Cavenaugh. He just made
partner a month ago. Mom is a police brutality
specialist for the ACLU.”
“A corporate lawyer and an ACLU lawyer?” Stacey asked,
raising her eyebrows. “Christ, could they have less in
common? Where did they meet?”
“In law school,” she replied. “I used to wonder about
why they started dating, since they’re so different. It
was only in the last few years that I started to figure
it out.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said, giving a cynical look that had never
been meant to be displayed on someone so young. “My mom
married him because she knew he would be successful. He
was focusing on corporate law and had all the family
connections. My grandmother raised her to look for
those kinds of things in a man. The same way mom tried
to raise me.”
“I see,” Stacey said, feeling uncomfortable again. Was
there any way that they could talk of neutral subjects
for a bit? She was getting tired of these confessions.
Sarah smiled and patted her friend’s knee
affectionately. “But don’t worry,” she assured her.
“Except for the separate bedrooms and the silence
between them, we’re just a normal, happy, upper-middle
class family. They’re gonna love you.”
“Are they?”
“Guarantee it.”
As it turned out, Sarah was right.
——-
Sarah’s parents lived in Whispering Oaks, which was the
fashionable part of the Heritage metropolitan area.
Their house was a ten-year old tri-level that had been
erected upon a premium lot located on a cul-de-sac
within a gated community. The back of the house looked
out over the Heritage River and the parkway that
surrounded it. The front featured an oversized,
immaculately maintained lawn. Sarah pulled up in front
of this house at just after 6:00 PM on Wednesday
evening. To the west the sun had just dipped below the
horizon imparting an inky twilight upon the
neighborhood.
“Nice place,” Stacey said politely as she took it in
for the first time, although, in truth, her parents’
house was actually a bit larger and in a bit of a nicer
neighborhood. She diplomatically did not mention this.
Sarah shrugged. “Nicer than the dorm, that’s for sure,”
she replied, shutting off the engine. “Well, shall we
go meet them?”
“I guess so.”
The door was flung open before they were even halfway
up the walk and out came her parents, happy smiles upon
their faces as their only daughter returned to them
after her first extended absence. Stacey saw
immediately that Sarah took after her mother. She was
nothing more than an older version of Sarah herself.
She was about the same height, had the same blonde
hair, and the same small breasts. Her face was showing
her forty years a bit, with the odd wrinkle here and
there, but she was, overall, a very lovely, mature
looking woman.
Stacey looked at Sarah’s mother for only the briefest
of instances however before her attention was riveted
to Sarah’s father. It wasn’t that he was stunningly
handsome, for he wasn’t; he was actually pretty average
looking. About 5-11 or so and about 180 pounds, he was
not a particularly formidable specimen.
But his face was pleasant and confident looking, with
deep blue eyes and a small goatee on his chin (she took
a moment to wonder how a corporate lawyer got away with
that particular accessory). He had a thick mop of
short, sandy brown hair atop his head that was neatly
styled in a professional cut. His shoulders were broad
and his arms well muscled beneath the polo shirt that
he wore. It looked as if he worked-out regularly.
When he turned around to hug his daughter and give her
a kiss on the cheek, she saw that his ass was quite
impressive for a forty-two year old. She found herself
experiencing a small tingle of arousal as she looked at
him. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he was having
marital troubles and had been for quite some time.
Perhaps it was the taboo aspect of her being Sarah’s
father. Whatever it was, she knew she was attracted to
him from the first moment.
And when he looked at her for the first time, after the
hugs from the parents were complete, she could see that
he was taking an interest in her as well. She saw it in
the way his eyes looked her up and down, in the way
they took in her large breasts beneath her UC Davis
sweater. A connection had definitely fired between
them. Of that she had no doubt. She found herself
wondering what she should do about it.
“Mom, Dad,” Sarah said, leading them over to where she
stood, “this is Stacey, my roommate and the best friend
in the world. Stacey… Mom and Dad.”
Stacey smiled, holding out her hand to the mother
first. “Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Benning,” she
told them. “Thank you for letting me come visit you for
the holiday.”
“Any friend of Sarah’s is a friend of ours,” said Mrs.
Benning, taking her hand and shaking it. She smiled and
gave a soft squeeze as they shook. “And call me Anne.”
“Anne,” Stacey dutifully repeated, wondering if it had
been her imagination that Anne’s thumb had slid softly
across the back of her hand or if it had really
happened.
“And I’m Michael,” said Mr. Benning, stepping forward
and almost snatching her hand away from his wife. His
grip was firmer against hers, though not enough to be
called rough. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
They chatted on the porch for a few moments, Sarah
catching them up on what had happened to her since the
last time she’d talked to them, telling them about
their drive up from Davis, and sharing a few anecdotes
about their friendship. The air outside was somewhat
chilly, with a cold northern breeze blowing across
them. As the chat went on Sarah realized that Michael
and Anne were both seeming to glance at her chest a
little more than was usual.
She took a quick look down at herself and realized that
her large nipples, which were extremely sensitive, had
hardened and were poking noticeably through her
sweater. She felt horrified at this, but at the same
time strangely excited. She couldn’t help but notice
that the bulge in Michael’s jeans, which had been quite
impressive to begin with, seemed to have gotten a bit
larger.
Christ, were her nipples turning him on? She thrilled
at the thought that that might be the case. But why was
Anne staring at them too? She did not seem upset with
the display that was being offered. She found herself
wondering if maybe Sarah’s inclination towards women
might be an inherited trait.
“Well,” Anne said at last, giving one more extended
glance at Stacey’s chest, “why don’t you girls go get
your things out of the car and come on in. I have a pot
roast that I’ve been cooking all day and its just about
ready to eat.”
“Sounds great Mom,” said Sarah, who had seemingly been
oblivious to the entire episode between her parents and
her best friend. “Come on Stace, let’s get unloaded.”
“Right,” Stacey said, nodding a bit. Numbly she
followed Sarah to the car while Michael and Anne
retreated inside the house.
——
The pot roast was absolutely divine and both girls,
deprived of home cooked food for months, tore into it
with a vengeance, greedily consuming two helpings
apiece, complete with mashed potatoes and gravy and
steamed carrots. Between chomps and chews at their food
conversation drifted around the table, much of it
centered on Stacey. Anne and Michael both asked her
many questions about her upbringing, her parents, her
major in school, her future plans.
Both seemed particularly interested in whether or not
she had a boyfriend. Stacey noticed that although both
of them talked to her a lot and that both of them
talked to Sarah almost as much, they rarely said a word
to each other. Requests to pass a particular food item
were about it. As Sarah had told her, they were not
hostile to each other, just uncommunicative.
After dinner was complete the four of them pitched in
together to clear the table and clean up the mess that
had been made. This was something of a new experience
for Stacey since her parents had always employed a maid
for such work. Nevertheless she picked up the basic
idea pretty quickly. While Sarah and Anne concentrated
on moving the dishes from the dining room to the
kitchen she rinsed them off in the sink while Michael
loaded them into the dishwasher.
As they performed this chore she noticed that her
friend’s father was standing perhaps a little closer to
her than was absolutely necessary for the task at hand.
His hip was in slight contact with hers and their
shoulders came together whenever one of them shifted
their weight. And when she handed a dish to him for
placement in the machine their wet hands would touch at
the fingertips, seemingly deliberately on his part.
She felt the tingles of electricity again at the
realization that he was going out of his way to touch
her. He was attracted to her and was trying to show it,
trying to be a little flirtatious with her. It made her
warm inside to know that she had enough sex appeal at
nineteen to get a rise out of a married man twice her
age. It made her feel sexy and wanted, a little surer
of her sexuality. And she was attracted to him as well,
of that there could be no denying. Though she had no
intention of doing anything with him, she decided to
flirt some with him, just to test out the waters of her
powers as a female. She had so little experience with
this sort of thing.
She commented on his build as they continued to rub
hips and shoulders and touch fingers to each other.
“You must work out a lot to get all those muscles,” she
observed.
He smiled, setting a serving platter in the rack and
reaching over to grab a plate from her. “Three or four
times a week,” he said. “I have a lot more time to do
it now that I’ve make partner at the firm. Once you get
to be a boss the workload gets cut in half.”
“That’s pretty tight,” she said, giving an extra slow
rub of her hip as she handed it over. “What’s up with
the goatee? I thought that law firms were pretty strict
on that sort of thing.”
His smile broadened, his fingers going up to stroke the
growth of hair for a moment. “It annoys the hell out of
the other partners,” he said mischievously. “I never
would’ve been able to get away with it before my
promotion. But now that I’m up the ladder I can pretty
much do what I want, within reason anyway. I thought
about getting an earring as well, but that might’ve
been just a tad over the line.”
Stacey giggled, feeling a warm flush as he seemed to
fight to keep his shoulder in contact with hers. “Well,
if you can’t get an earring, maybe you could pierce
something else then. That’s what I did when I wanted to
rebel against my parents. Of course they don’t know
that I have it, but… well… you know.”
“Really?” he said, raising his eyebrows in interest.
“And what exactly did you pierce young lady, or dare I
ask?”
Another giggle, another rub of the shoulders. Yes, her
flirting was definitely having a pleasant affect on
Michael. It made her feel powerful and sexy. She
slapped at his shoulder playfully. “Nothing obscene,”
she told him. “Just my belly button. In my family that
would be quite an atrocity though. My parents are kind
of religious.”
“So you said,” he said, and then gave a quick glance
around, as if to see if anyone was in earshot. No one
was. Anne and Sarah were in the dining room, wiping
down the table. “I bet it looks real sexy on you,” he
told her.
She took a glance around herself and then almost
whispered, “Do you want to see it?”
“Uhh… sure,” he said, blushing a little himself now.
“I’d love to.”
She turned towards him and pulled up her UC Davis
sweater to just below her breasts, baring her smooth,
sexy stomach for him. A gold ring was threaded through
the top of her belly button. He swallowed audibly as he
looked at it. She saw the bulge in his pants actually
twitch a bit, giving her another rush of tingly power.
She was actually turning him on! He was practically
drooling at the sight of her tummy.
“You like it?” she asked.
“It’s very nice,” he told her. “Doesn’t it… uh…
doesn’t it hurt though?”
“No, it makes awesome tingles when someone touches it.
Do you think it’s sexy?”
“It’s very sexy,” he confirmed. Tentatively he reached
out his hand. “Do you mind? I’ve never felt one
before.”
She giggled. “Not at all. Go ahead.”
His fingertips touched her just above the ring, resting
for a second on the tanned skin of her belly and then
gently caressing the ring itself. Tingles of excitement
went radiating up and down her body at the touch. She
felt a gush of moisture flooding her sex and rubbed her
legs together involuntarily. The bulge in his pants,
she noticed, took another lurch and grew a bit.
“Better stop that,” she whispered. “Touching it has…
well… an affect on me.”
“Really,” he said, giving it another soft rub. “Well we
can’t have that, can we?”
She smiled. “At least not right now,” she told him,
causing another flush to rise to his face.
He finally took his hand away and she let her shirt
drop back down. They went back to washing dishes for a
moment, both of them silent. Stacey was really enjoying
herself now, was feeling powerful at the affect her
flirtations were having. She really was a sexy thing!
She really could attract men as well as Sarah. She
really could play the game. The only thing that she
didn’t know was just how dangerous the game that she
was playing really was.
——
The lower level of the house had been converted into a
large family room, complete with a large-screen, high-
definition television set that was hooked up to a
satellite dish, surround sound, a stereo system, a
pinball machine, and a pool table. After clean up was
complete and an after-dinner brandy was consumed by all
(it seemed to be a bit of a tradition in Sarah’s
family) the four of them went down to this room and
teamed up for a few games of eight ball on the green
table. The team composition was rotated every game. It
was always Sarah with Michael and Stacey with Anne or
the other way around.
Anne and Michael never teamed up together against the
two girls, obstinately so that their superior pool
shooting skills would not be set against the two girls’
more meager ones, but in reality it seemed to Stacey
that they just didn’t want to play together. And though
everyone seemed to have a good time during the game,
Stacey noticed that Sarah’s parents still never engaged
in any sort of conversation with each other. They would
each talk freely with their daughter or with Stacey
herself, but never did they talk to each other. Sarah
didn’t even seem to notice this, so used to it was she.
Flirtation with Michael was a little more difficult
with his wife and daughter in the room but she still
managed to do it in a subtle manner. Looks and secret
smiles were exchanged between the two of them when the
other two weren’t looking, looks full of naughty
intention, smiles that were more than just friendly.
Several times Stacey managed to brush against him as
she moved from one position on the table to the other
and once she managed to slide her jeans-clad buttocks
directly across the front of his pants as he passed
behind her and she bent over to take a shot.
It was during that encounter that she actually felt the
bulge in his pants against her for the first time. She
felt it pushing on her ass for the briefest of
instances, felt it bulge just a little bit more at the
delicious contact. When she saw the flush on his face
as he retreated to the other side, when she heard the
stammer in his speech when he spoke a second later, she
thrilled again at this power of flirtation that she was
discovering. The sensation was doubled, tripled even by
the impropriety of it, by the fact that they had
accomplished it right in front of Sarah and Anne and
that the two of them had not even noticed.
These moments during the pool game swelled her
confidence and made her more brazen later in the
evening, as everyone settled down just prior to bed.
The two girls went upstairs to change into their
nightclothes. Sarah chose a pair of rather conservative
silk pajamas to wear. Stacey, though she had a pair
almost exactly like them, elected instead to go with a
knee-length red T-shirt. As an added enticement she
removed her bra, allowing her generous breasts to
bounce and jiggle in a most sexy way. She waited for
Sarah to make some comment on her attire, to maybe tell
her that it wasn’t exactly appropriate for her
household, but if anything Sarah seemed to like the way
she dressed.
“You’ve got the prettiest boobies,” she told her,
unabashedly staring at them as the t-shirt fell into
place. “I wish mine looked that good without a bra on.”
“Thank you,” Stacey said, a little embarrassed, but a
little excited as well. She had already decided that if
her friend wanted to finger her pussy for her tonight
that she would let her. And the way that Sarah was
looking at her, it didn’t seem that that was going to
be a pipe dream.
Michael and Anne had moved to different parts of the
house but both were still awake. Anne was in the living
room, a few legal texts spread out before her as she
worked on some briefs for her job. Michael was in the
family room, working on some paperwork of his own and
sipping out of a mixed drink of some sort. The two
girls, after briefly exchanging a few words with Anne,
found their way back to the family room.
“Do you mind if we play a few games of pinball Daddy?”
Sarah asked Michael.
“Not at all,” he said, casting a pleased look at
Stacey’s bare legs.
“Tight,” Sarah responded, oblivious to the look. She
pushed the button to launch the machine into its cycle
and set it up for two-person play. A moment later she
was banging the ball around the table while the lights
flashed and the buzzers buzzed.
When it was Stacey’s turn she made an extra effort to
move her body in exaggerated fashion as she manipulated
the flippers and pushed the machine from side to side.
This caused her breasts to jiggle about beneath her
shirt in a way that she hoped would be alluring to
Sarah’s father.
She noticed right away, before her first ball even
drained, that it was working. His eyes would keep
coming off of the paperwork before him to lock onto her
chest and the hem of her t-shirt. The bulge in his
pants began its slow growth again and he had to shift
from side to side, as if it were uncomfortable. She
thrilled once again in the thought that she could give
a grown man an erection. She felt like such a woman!
Such a sexy, desirable woman.
After twenty minutes of this bouncing and jiggling, the
bulge was quite an impressive size indeed, so large
that he repositioned the work folder he was perusing so
that he could hide it. She decided to up the ante yet
again, to give him a view of her that he wouldn’t soon
forget. While it was Sarah’s turn she “accidentally”
dropped the coaster that she was using for her drink to
the floor. Feigning absent-mindedness she bent over at
the waist to pick it up while her rear-end was pointed
directly at Michael. She felt the hem of her t-shirt
ride up in the back, well over her tanned upper thighs.
Had it gone high enough for him to catch a glimpse of
her lavender panties hugging her ass-cheeks? The muted
gasp she heard from behind her told her that it
probably had. She let the coaster slip through her
fingers a few times, as if she was having trouble
grasping it.
Finally she slowly stood back upright, her hem falling
back down to where it belonged. She took a moment to
glance at Michael and saw that he was flushed once
again, a strange, almost hungry look in his eyes. He
was looking at her face now, staring directly at her as
if he knew exactly what she was doing. Perhaps he did.
She gave him a flirty smile in return.
When they tired of playing pinball Michael invited the
two of them to join him in a game of three-handed
cribbage. Sarah was not too keen on the idea – she said
she was tired and wanted to go to bed – but Stacey
finally convinced her that one game wouldn’t hurt. When
they sat down on the sectional couch, the board set up
on the coffee table, Stacey deliberately positioned
herself directly across from Michael.
She made sure that the hem of her shirt rode up once
again, displaying about half of her smooth thighs for
his inspection. Every once in a while, when Sarah
wasn’t paying attention to her, she would allow her
knees to fall apart just a bit, just enough so that
Michael, if he was looking, would be able to catch the
briefest glance between her legs. Each time his gaze
fell there he would flush again and swallow audibly. He
took to holding a couch pillow on his lap so that his
hard-on wouldn’t show.
Sarah ended up winning the game by more than twenty
points. She declared that it was the first time in
years that she had ever beaten her father at cribbage.
“I guess my mind just… uh… wasn’t completely on the
game,” he offered, still holding his pillow firmly in
place while Stacey allowed her legs to slip open one
last time.
“I’ll take any victory I can get,” replied Sarah, still
seemingly oblivious to the tension between her father
and her friend. She yawned, stretching her arms out and
then turned to Stacey. “Well I’m about beat. You ready
to call it a night now.”
“Yeah,” Stacey said, “I guess so.” She actually wasn’t.
She was quite enjoying the flirtation and the teasing
but she wasn’t really sure that Sarah would like it if
she decided to stay up with her father. And she also
knew that Sarah had some plans of her own once they
climbed into the double bed upstairs.
They both said goodnight to Michael. Sarah gave him a
daughterly hug and a peck on the cheek. As she stepped
away to head for the living room and her mother, Stacey
stepped up and put her arms around him as well, pulling
her body against him.
“Thank you so much for having me here Michael,” she
told him, her hands touching the muscles of his back.
She felt her braless breasts pushing against his chest
and she moved her shoulders just a bit, increasing the
pressure, rubbing her nipples against him through their
clothing. She was actually able to hear the harsh
intake of breath in her ear as she did this, as he felt
her globes pressing into him.
His pelvis, seemingly of its own volition, pushed
forward against her, bringing his bulging hard-on
directly into her lower stomach. She could almost feel
it pulsating there, a living, caged beast that she had
been teasing unmercifully. Once again she felt the
power of her femininity rushing through her, sending
wetness to her sex, soaking her lavender panties.
“You’re uh… uh… welcome,” Michael managed to
squeak, his hard-on still pushing her stomach, his arms
around her back, caressing the skin beneath her shirt.
They broke the embrace only reluctantly, and only
because Sarah was still standing there, and would begin
to wonder in a moment why they were hugging each other
so long. When she pulled away she saw the look in
Michael’s eyes had become almost dangerous in its
wanting. For the first time she began to wonder if
maybe she had taken things a little too far.
The girls went into the living room and told Anne
goodnight, each giving her a brief hug as well. Stacey,
still reeling from her encounter with Michael, hardly
noticed that Anne gave her a little more than a
friendly hug as well, hardly registered the fact that
she seemed to enjoy the touch of her breasts against
her own as much as her husband had.
“I told you that you and my parents would hit it off,”
Sarah said as they ascended the staircase.
“I guess you were right,” she replied. “They’re really
cool. Both of them.”
Neither of the girls noticed that both Michael and Anne
had positioned themselves at the bottom of the stairs
and that both of them were looking up the hem of
Stacey’s shirt while pretending to do something else.
——
“I’m sorry that we don’t have a guest bedroom,” Sarah
said as she pulled back the covers and slipped between
them. “Daddy’s been sleeping in it for years now and
the other spare room is being used as an office.”
“That’s okay,” Stacey told her, noting that her friend
sounded anything but sorry about this and not really
caring at the moment. She was so horny right now that
she thought she would cry in frustration if Sarah
didn’t try something with her. “It’s not like we
haven’t… you know… been in the same bed before.”
“No,” she said with a sweet smile. “It’s not like we
haven’t.”
They climbed in and Sarah flipped off the bedside lamp.
They lay together on their backs, about eight inches
apart, both of them staring up into the darkness, their
bodies not touching. Finally Sarah turned her head
towards her, her hand creeping over and landing on
Stacey’s knee.
“Stace?” she said hesitantly. “Do you think that maybe
we can… you know…”
“Do it Sarah,” she said, opening her legs. “I could
really use it tonight.”
Sarah sighed in contentment and let her hand slide
upward, along her inner thigh and under the hem of her
shirt. Stacey opened her legs wider and moaned as the
hand touched the crotch of her panties.
“My God,” Sarah whispered, lust in her voice. “You’re
soaking wet girl. Were you thinking about this all
night?”
“Something like that,” Stacey told her. “Now do me
baby. I really need to come.”
“Take your panties off,” she said, her breathing
excited now.
Stacey quickly pushed them down to her knees and pulled
one leg out. She used her foot to kick them the rest of
the way off. She then opened her legs widely again,
resting her right one over Sarah’s left. Sarah’s hand
slid up her thigh again and soon her fingers were
slipping between her saturated lips, probing inside of
her, while her thumb circled slowly around her clit.
Stacey began to moan almost immediately as the joy of
her friend’s touch worked its way through her being.
Sarah’s fingers felt so good inside of her, against
her. Her pelvis began to rise and fall.
“Oh god, that feels nice Sarah,” she said softly.
Sarah’s lips were suddenly against her neck, her tongue
licking at her skin. “I can make it feel nicer Stace,”
she whispered into her ear.
“Huh?” Stacey grunted, although she had a pretty good
idea what her friend was talking about.
“I can use my mouth on you,” she told her, giving an
extra hard tweak on her clitoris. “I can suck you off
and lick you. Do you want that?”
Stacey trembled in place, her emotions tearing her in
two directions. “Ohhh Sarah… I just… I can’t do
that. I’m not ready to do that yet.”
Sarah seemed disappointed, but she didn’t stop what she
was doing. “That’s okay,” she whispered. “I’ll do it
this way. Will you do me after? Just like before?”
“Yes,” Stacey promised. “Just make me come.”
Sarah’s fingers drove in and out while Stacey’s
tightness gripped at them, massaged them. Sarah’s thumb
found her clit and began to rub it, tweaking it back
and forth like a joystick. Her lips went back to
Stacey’s neck, kissing it and sucking on her earlobe –
something that she had never done before – something
that nobody had ever done for her before. She moaned as
she felt her orgasm approaching, her hand grabbing onto
Sarah’s leg and squeezing it nearly hard enough to be
painful. When Sarah bit down on her neck, she came, the
waves of pleasure bursting through her, making her
nearly convulse in pleasure.
“Wow,” Sarah said when it was over, her voice almost
awed. “I never saw you come like that before. What came
over you?”
Stacey was still panting a little, a sheen of sweat on
her brow. “It must’ve been you biting my neck like
that,” she lied. Although that had certainly put a new
dimension on their frigging, she had been imagining
that it was Sarah’s father’s teeth that were biting
her, Sarah’s father’s hand that was caressing her.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Sarah told her, snuggling up a
little, so that her small breasts were pushing against
Stacey’s arm. “Will you do that for me? Will you kiss
my neck while you finger me?”
“Yes,” Stacey whispered, letting her hand slide up her
leg along the silk of her pajamas. “Why don’t you get
these things off?”
She took them off, along with her pink cotton panties,
and Stacey put her hand between her friend’s legs and
started to rub her off. As Sarah had done to her, she
plunged her fingers in and out of the slippery
membranes while rubbing her swollen clitoris with her
thumb. As always, the experience of getting her best
friend off with her hand gave her a naughty, forbidden
thrill of excitement. This sensation was doubled as she
leaned over and kissed Sarah’s neck, tasting her female
flesh, biting it and nipping at it enough to leave
little red marks.
Sarah came almost as quickly as Stacey had, though not
quite as violently. Her body tensed up and a low growl,
almost feline in nature, came from her mouth. Stacey
felt her pussy contract and spasm around her thrusting
fingers. Sarah’s head whipped back and forth a few
times and then suddenly her lips were on Stacey’s,
kissing her, her tongue darting out and entering her
mouth. Stacey kissed her back, letting out a little
growl of her own as she felt the slippery girl tongue
tangling with her own, as she felt the soft, lips, as
she tasted her friend’s saliva. Sarah moaned into her
mouth as her body had its way with her.
When it was over they broke the kiss almost reluctantly
and then lay together, snuggling up, their arms and
legs still intertwined. Stacey’s hand slipped from
between Sarah’s lower lips, the juices saturating her
to the wrist.
“Mmmmm,” Sarah said with a contented sigh, her own
fingers stroking Stacey’s hair. “That was tight. The
absolute tightest. I loved it when you bit my neck. I
loved it when we kissed each other.”
“Yeah,” Stacey said softly, her mind confused over what
had just happened, her thoughts troubled and guilty
like they usually were after she and Sarah had one of
their little sessions. Was she turning into a lesbian?
Was it possible to be converted into one? She didn’t
know, had no one to talk to about it. But didn’t her
flirtations with Michael earlier at least prove she was
interested in men as well?
Sarah soon drifted off to sleep, as she usually did
after a good friend-induced orgasm. Her soft snores
sounded in Stacey’s ear, her fingers still entwined in
her hair. Stacey was unable to sleep however. The guilt
and fear at what she had just done coupled with the
excitement of her earlier encounters with Michael kept
her mind buzzing along, not allowing it to shut down
into sleep mode. She tossed and turned a little,
breaking free of Sarah’s grip and rolling to her own
side of the double bed. Sarah herself rolled over onto
the other side and continued snoring away.
For perhaps twenty minutes Stacey lay there, turning
from one side to the other, trying to will herself to
sleep but it was simply no use. Her body was buzzing
all over, unsatisfied by the orgasm that she’d
experienced, her mind troubled and wondering where her
sexual life was heading. Her mouth was dry as well, a
result of the panting that she’d done during her
session with Sarah and the alcohol that she’d consumed
earlier. At least, she thought, she could rectify that
problem.
She rolled out of bed and, navigating by the moonlight
streaming in through the window, located her panties at
the foot of the bed. She pulled them back on and then
padded softly to the door to the room, opening it and
stepping out into the hallway. She shut the door behind
her again, although she didn’t pause to think just why
she was doing that. She then made her way down the
darkened stairway to the kitchen.
The house was silent as she searched for and finally
found the switch that activated the small light over
the oven. It came on and cast a mellow glow across the
sparkling clean cooking area. She rummaged around in a
few cabinets for a minute until she located one that
had drinking glasses in it. She pulled one down and
then, figuring that there would be either a pitcher of
cold water or something else to drink in the
refrigerator, she turned around.
Michael was standing behind her. He was shirtless,
wearing only a pair of black and green flannel pajama
bottoms. They were tented out with an obvious erection
and the look in his eyes was not exactly sane.
Stacey let out a little squeal of surprise and nearly
dropped the glass she was holding. “My god,” she said,
her heart hammering in her chest, adrenaline flooding
through her. “You scared me half to death.”
“Did I?” he asked, his tone anything but apologetic,
his eyes looking her up and down in a manner that could
only be described as greedy.
“Yes,” she said slowly, not exactly liking the way he
looked or sounded, but not exactly not liking it
either. She felt a stirring in her belly that was
unmistakably sexual. “I was just… uh… just uh…
getting a drink of water.”
He didn’t seem to hear her. He took a step forward.
“Did you like teasing me with your body all night?” he
asked her.
She took a nervous step back, feeling the edge of the
counter push against her butt. “I… uh… I’m not sure
what… uh… you’re talking about.”
He smiled, a lascivious, hungry smile. “You’re not sure
what I’m talking about?” he said mockingly. “You flash
your legs and your panties at me all night, you rub
those gorgeous tits against me, you show me your ass in
those little purple panties, and you don’t know what
I’m talking about?”
He intended to fuck her, she realized. Right here in
the kitchen. Right now, at this very moment. She
swallowed, her mouth now drier than it had been, but
her pussy suddenly flooding with a fresh bout of juice.
She needed to put a stop to this before it got out of
hand. Or did she?
“Cat got your tongue?” he asked, sliding another step
forward, so that he was now less than eight inches from
her, close enough for her to feel his body heat.
“No… uh… I… well,” she stammered, feeling her
nipples harden, feeling her belly tighten even further.
“Maybe we should… you know…”
“Didn’t know that you were teasing a man who hasn’t had
sex of any kind in more than two years, did you?” he
asked her. “Didn’t know that you were dealing with a
man who was so desperately horny that he almost took
you on the family room floor right in front of his
daughter, did you?”
“No,” she said softly, wondering if she should scream.
Part of her thought that she should do just that,
scream and bring everyone downstairs to see what was
going on. That would surely stop Michael directly in
his tracks. But her eyes kept flitting down to that
huge tent in his pajama bottoms. His cock had to be
enormous, she realized, to push it out like that. Much
larger than the meager five inches that had belonged to
Steve Hendrickson, who had taken her virginity the
night of the senior prom in the back of his father’s
BMW.
Steve had not known how to use his weapon very well. He
had slammed it into her like a crowbar, rupturing her
maidenhead and causing her to bleed all over her prom
dress and the leather seats. It had felt a little like
she had been reamed out by a sewer pipe snake. But
Michael, despite having an obviously larger tool, would
know what to do with it, wouldn’t he? One did not go
through twenty years of marriage without learning how
to do it properly, did they?
“I want you Stacey,” Michael told her now. “I want you
and I’m going to have you.”
“Oh god,” she said, trembling now, whether through fear
or arousal she wasn’t sure. Probably a little of both.
“We shouldn’t,” she told him.
“Of course we shouldn’t,” he said, his hand reaching
out and landing on her shoulder. His fingers began to
caress her there, kneading the skin almost, but not
quite, roughly. “But we’re going to, aren’t we?”
“Michael… I… we…
“Aren’t we?” he insisted. “I’m going to put you up on
that counter and I’m going to take off those little
purple panties… you’re still wearing them, aren’t
you?”
“Yes,” she heard herself say.
“I’m going to take them off of you and then I’m going
to bury my face in your pussy and eat you out. And then
do you know what I’m going to do?”
She was breathing heavily now, juices pouring into her
lower lips, making them slippery and tingly. “What?”
she panted.
“Then I’m going to fuck you with this big dick of mine.
I’m gonna slide it into that sweet little pussy of
yours and fuck you until you come, right there on that
counter. And then I’m gonna come in you. You don’t have
to worry about getting pregnant from me. I’ve had that
taken care of. So you can just enjoy it when I shoot
inside of your hot little body. What do you think about
that?”
“We shouldn’t,” she said on last time, although her
voice lacked anything that resembled conviction.
“But we’re going to, aren’t we?” he said, his hand
sliding down her front, until it was touching her
breast through her t-shirt.
“Y-yes,” she said. “Oh god, yes!”
He stepped forward one more step, so that his body was
actually pressed against hers now. His cock, which was
obviously unencumbered by any underwear, pushed into
her tummy once again, as it had in the family room,
only this time in a more insistent way. His hand came
free of her breast and moved to the side, allowing his
chest to push against hers. He took both of her hands
in his, his fingertips gently caressing the backs of
them. His lips were now only inches from hers, his gaze
of lust staring her right in the eyes. She could smell
toothpaste on his breath. He leaned forward and kissed
her, just a slight peck on the lips, just a small stab
outward with his tongue.
“I’m going to love fucking you,” he told her, pulling
his head back a bit and then lifting her right hand up
to his mouth. He licked her fingers and then sucked the
index into his mouth, tonguing it and sucking it like
it was a small cock. “Mmmmm,” he said, releasing the
index finger and giving the middle finger a lick.
“You’ve been playing with yourself, haven’t you? I can
taste your juices all over your fingers.”
With a start Stacey realized that he was licking and
sucking on the fingers that had just been sliding in
and out of Sarah’s pussy. What he was tasting and
smelling were his own daughter’s juices! She felt a
shudder go through her at the thought of this, but it
was not one of revulsion. Instead an almost animalistic
feeling of nastiness came over her. He was sucking
Sarah’s come off her fingers! God what a fucking turn
on that was!
“Do you like it?” she heard herself asking.
“God yes,” he said, sucking some more.
He quickly tired of her fingers though. He released her
hands and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it up
over her breasts, baring them to his greedy eyes. Her
nipples were standing out proudly, aching for someone
to pay attention to them. He didn’t hesitate to fill
that bill. His head dropped down and sucked the left
one into his mouth, tonguing it and licking it and
nipping at it. Stacey could not suppress a moan at the
sensation.
Never before had her nipples been sucked by another
person. During the encounter with her prom date he had
squeezed them and mauled them but they had never come
out of her dress. Sarah had never touched them either.
Michael’s mouth was skillful in its ministrations, with
just the right air of desperate hunger. He switched
from one to the other, his hands dropping down to cup
the cheeks of her ass as he worked on her.
Just when his mouth had her in an absolute frenzy
though, he stopped, letting go of her shirt, his head
coming up to hers once again. He leaned in and kissed
her once more, this time probing deeper with his tongue
in her mouth, his hands still on her ass, pulling her
against his hard-on, grinding her into it. She was able
to feel wetness seeping through his pajama bottoms and
her thin shirt. She kissed back with everything she
had, sucking his tongue, tasting him.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, the wild look in
his eyes now even wilder. “You feel my cock against
you?” he whispered to her.
“Yes,” she said, kissing his face, her own hands
feeling up and down his back.
“I want you to suck it,” he told her.
She shuddered again at the dangerous tone in his voice.
“I’ve… I’ve… never… uh… done that before.”
“Do it now,” he told her, his hands coming up to her
shoulders and pushing downward on her. “Make me come
this first time and then I’ll eat you.”
She allowed herself to be pushed down to her knees, so
she was eye to eye with the bulging tent of his pajama
bottoms. She could see the sticky wetness that had
seeped through from his pre-come. She swallowed
nervously and then reached out and grasped the
waistband of the pajamas. She pulled downward and his
cock sprang out, almost slapping her in the face.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, partially in awe, partially
in fear. She had known that he was going to be big, but
she’d had no idea until now just how big. He certainly
wasn’t John Holmes, but he was considerably larger than
the average. About seven and a half inches long, he was
also very thick, as thick as a three-cell flashlight.
Could she possibly take that huge thing in her mouth?
In her pussy?
“Do it baby,” he told her, pushing his hips forward so
that the head slid across her cheek. It left a wet
smear of pre-come. “Suck me off. You caused this thing.
Now take care of it.”
Responding to the command in his voice, she leaned
forward and licked the head, tasting the salty tang of
his secretions. He moaned at the contact, his hand
coming down to stroke her hair. She licked again, this
time around the head, swirling her tongue, basting it
with her saliva.
“Put your hand on it too,” he told her. “Jack me off
while you suck me.”
She brought her hand up and encircled it, grabbing at
about mid-shaft. She slid her hand slowly up and down
and continued licking the head and the shaft, not quite
daring enough to put the whole thing in her mouth just
yet.
“Come on,” he groaned, his fingers tightening a little
in her hair. “Quit teasing. Suck me off.”
She gulped a little, her eyes looking at the enormous
head before her. His hand pulled her forward and,
seemingly of its own volition, it slipped between her
lips. Though she had never done it before, she knew
instinctively what to do once it was in there. She
sucked gently, drawing more of it into her mouth, her
hand continuing to slide up and down the shaft.
“Yesss,” Michael groaned from above her. “That’s the
way you little teaser. Suck me off.”
She moved her head up and down, licking and tonguing
and sucking all at once, bathing the massive cylinder
with her saliva, spreading it everywhere with her hand.
From above her, Michael unceasingly groaned aloud, his
hips now moving back and forth, forcing his manhood
deeper and deeper into her mouth with each stroke.
Drool ran down her chin and onto her neck.
She felt a sense of delicious power as she sucked him,
as she gave pleasure to him. She wanted to make him
come, wanted to feel him shooting his hot load. She
sucked harder, moving her head faster. With her free
hand she reached out and stroked his dangling balls.
“Oh god baby,” he breathed, “keep doing that. I’m gonna
come. You’re making me come.”
“Mmm hmmm,” she mumbled from around his cock. She could
feel it starting to tense up now, could feel his balls
tightening in her hand, drawing upward.
“Yesss, god yes,” he blurted as the first spurt blasted
out, hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed
frantically, hardly noticing the taste, her hand never
missing a stroke, her mouth still sucking greedily
away. Another spurt followed and then another, each one
forceful and hot.
Michael’s knees buckled against her and for a moment it
seemed as if he would fall down. The feeling of power
surged through her even stronger as she marveled over
the fact that she had done this to him, that she had
made him shoot in her mouth like this.
She continued to suck on him until the very last
dribble came out. She then licked up and down his semi-
stiff member, cleaning every last drop of come from it.
His knees became steadier as she did this and his hand
loosened its grip on her hair. When he was clean and
glistening she let him pop free of her mouth and looked
up at him. He was smiling at her, his face flushed and
a little sweaty. He reached down and put his hands in
her armpits, lifting her up to her feet.
“That was beautiful,” he whispered to her.
“Thank you,” she said shyly, feeling a little of the
power sensation fade from her but feeling incredibly
horny at the same time.
He kissed her again, letting his tongue slide back into
her mouth. While they kissed, his hands, which were
still in her armpits, lifted up on her, bringing her up
off the floor. She felt her butt land on the kitchen
counter behind her, so that she was now sitting, her
bare legs dangling over the edge. His hands slid down
to her thighs, until they were touching flesh, and then
they slid upward once more, to the waistband of her
panties.
“Lift up,” he told her.
She put her hands on the counter and pushed her butt
up. As soon as her weight was off of it he slid her
panties down her leg and off, dropping them to the
floor at his feet. She let herself back down, now
feeling the cold tile against the cheeks of her ass.
His hand went to her knees and he pushed outward on
each of them, compelling her to open her legs. She did
so, showing herself to him. She saw him gasp as he took
in the sight.
“You’re shaved,” he said lustily as he gazed upon her
bare pussy.
“I did it on a dare when I was teenager,” she told him,
feeling herself burn under his staring eyes. “I kind of
liked the way it felt so I’ve been doing it ever
since.”
“It’s gorgeous,” he said. “The sexiest thing I’ve ever
seen. And I can smell you. God how I can smell you.
You’re really turned on, aren’t you?”
“Yes I am,” she answered. Her words were the truth of
course, she was incredibly turned on, as turned on as
she’d ever been in her life, but the smell of her –
which was thick and almost feral and so powerful that
she could smell it herself – was not entirely of his
doing.
She hadn’t washed herself since Sarah had fingered her
to orgasm. Though she was very freshly wet from what
had just happened and what was about to happen, most of
the musk was leftover from his daughter’s hand. She
wondered how he would react if he knew that.
“I’m gonna eat you raw,” he told her, pushing her legs
apart just a little bit more. “I’m gonna make you come
in my mouth right there on that counter. And then I’m
gonna fuck you with this big dick of mine.”
Another shudder of lust worked its way through her. “Do
it,” she told him. “I want it bad.”
He dipped down between her legs and she felt his tongue
on her. It started at the bottom of her pussy and
licked upward, sliding agonizingly slowly up her slit,
sending tingles of pleasure radiating outward. He
reached the top but did not touch her clit, which was
aching to be licked and sucked. Instead he licked back
downward, and then back up and then back down once
more, his tongue gathering her fragrant juices, tasting
her, licking her like an ice cream cone.
“Ohhh,” she moaned softly at the sensation. This felt
ever so much better than her own fingers or even
Sarah’s.
His tongue strokes gradually became longer and a little
faster, covering more area. When he plunged it inside
of her the first time she couldn’t help but squeal a
little, it felt so good. But still he avoided her
clitoris, sometimes lapping around the perimeter of it,
but never directly touching it. The combination of
pleasure and frustration was almost maddening.
Her hands went to the back of his head and she pulled
him tighter against her, trying to increase the
pressure of that wonderful mouth. She leaned her head
back a little and let the sensation take her away. She
basked in the depravity of being eaten by her best
friend’s father while sitting on a cold tile counter.
She listened to the slurping that his tongue made in
her pussy and she couldn’t wait to kiss him when he was
done, to taste herself on his tongue.
Finally he licked her clit for the first time,
seemingly by accident, his tongue just brushing across
it. A jolt of delicious electricity shot through her at
the contact and her legs tightened around him, her
hands pulling a little harder on his head. She moaned
again and then looked down at him, seeing his sandy
brown hair between her thighs.
When she looked back up again her gaze locked onto
something unexpected. Anne was standing in the doorway
less than fifteen feet away, looking directly at her.
Stacey jumped in horror, feeling adrenaline go blasting
through her again. She was caught! Michael’s wife,
Sarah’s mother, had caught them red handed in the
middle of oral sex in the kitchen. She opened her mouth
to shriek in shame and fear. She reached down at the
same time to push Michael’s head out of her crotch.
But Anne shook her head violently at her and then held
her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Stacey
managed to not raise an alarm out of sheer shock. Why
was she shaking her head? Why was she telling her to be
quiet? Why wasn’t she rushing in her and hitting either
Michael or her or both with a piece of furniture?
Stacey stared over at her in fright, not knowing what
to do or think. Anne smiled at her gently, a secret,
mischievous smile. She was wearing a powder blue
nightgown, a frilly thing that exposed her slight
cleavage and most of her legs. As Stacey watched she
lifted the hem of it up uncovering her crotch, which
was conspicuously absent of any panties.
Her bush was blonde, like Sarah’s, and trimmed into a
small strip on her pubis. Her lips, Stacey could see,
even in the dim light from across the room, were
swollen and excited. Her hand came down and her fingers
began to stroke herself, her fingers driving into that
slit almost frantically. “Keep going,” she mouthed in
exaggerated lip motions. “I want to watch.”
Stacey’s mouth dropped open even further. She wanted to
watch? Watch her husband lick her daughter’s best
friend’s pussy? What kind of sick, twisted family was
she dealing with here? What kind of woman got off on
being a voyeur to that kind of activity? Stacey wanted
to be appalled by this. Her instincts cried out to her
that she needed to be ashamed and horrified by what was
going on here. The problem was that she wasn’t. She
could not even begin to delude herself that she was.
As she sat there, feeling Michael’s tongue lashing at
her clit and watching Anne dig her fingers into her
pussy, a wanting look on her pretty face, waves of
intense sexual excitement, of naughty, nasty pleasure
rolled through her, keying her up to a level of
intensity she had never even imagined before. What they
were doing was so taboo, yet so exciting. She found
herself panting again, the adrenaline fading away.
Her legs opened wider and the sensation of Michael’s
wonderful mouth between her legs seemed to double,
triple even. He was going to make her come right there
on the counter while his wife watched and possibly came
herself. She kept her eyes on Anne, her gaze
alternating between the voyeur’s hungry eyes and the
fingers in her pussy.
Anne’s fingers sped up between her legs and she began
to twirl her own clit now. Meanwhile, Michael had
fastened his lips around Stacey’s clit and was sucking
at it. Never before had she experienced pleasure like
what she was now feeling. Her own hands on her clit,
even Sarah’s experienced hands were a sad second-rate
thrill ride compared to this. She had to concentrate
just to keep her eyes open and pointed at Anne. Her
breath tore in and out of her, the panting punctuated
my low growls and moans.
“Oh yes Michael,” she whispered excitedly. “Eat me,
suck me, make me come.”
Michael gave a little growl at her encouraging words
and increased the suction on her clit. He began
swirling his tongue around the tip as he sucked, adding
yet another sensation to the mix. He then brought his
fingers up and she felt first one and then two slide
inside of her body. She groaned again at the delicious
intrusion. When he began pumping them in and out of her
she felt the familiar stirring in her lower stomach,
felt the contractions of orgasm begin.
“Yessss,” she panted at him, her hands holding his head
against her crotch. “I’m gonna come. Eat me. EAT ME!”
“Mmmm,” Michael groaned, redoubling his efforts.
The pleasure built in her slowly, building to a peak
much higher than any she’d ever had before and then
bursting through her body like a current of
electricity. Her pelvis mashed up and down, back and
forth, so much that Michael had to take his free hand –
the one that was not jabbing in and out of her pussy –
and hold her ass. She had to put her own hand in her
mouth to stifle the scream of pleasure that wanted to
burst out of her. She bit down on her hand nearly hard
enough to draw blood.
In the doorway Anne’s hand was a blur now as well, her
own knees buckling and shaking, her mouth open and
panting. They kept their eyes galvanized on each other
through the entire episode, even during the peaks of
their orgasms.
She was still tingling and gyrating when Michael
abruptly pulled his dripping face from her crotch and
stood up. He had yet another mad look in his eyes. He
put his hands to her waist and moved a little closer.
His cock, which was now impressively hard once again,
poked against her inner thigh.
“You ready to get fucked now?” he asked her, his voice
deep and almost growling.
She looked down at his cock for a second, knowing that
his question was just rhetorical. He was going to fuck
her no matter what she said. She felt the slightest
tinge of fear as she considered the size of his tool
and the tightness of her own slit. Would it hurt? Would
he rip her apart with it?
Without waiting for her to answer, Michael put his
mouth to hers, his tongue licking at her own. She
tasted her own juices on his mouth and this helped
assuage her fear. She had a need to be filled, to be
fucked and this man was only seconds away from doing
it. She cast her eyes over to Anne for the briefest
moment and saw that she was still rubbing herself off.
Anne smiled at her, obviously encouraging her to finish
what she’d started.
Michael broke the kiss and stared in her eyes. He
reached down and grasped his member in his hand. He
leaned forward a little and she felt the head now
pushing against her wet pussy lips.
“Here it comes baby,” he whispered to her. “I’m gonna
fuck you good.”
“Do it,” she told him, her hands dropping down to his
ass and pulling at him. “Put it in me and fuck me.”
He pushed forward slowly but steadily, sinking his tool
inch by inch into her body. She felt a wonderful
pressure, a fullness as she was penetrated, a fullness
with a slight underpinning of pain, like a stretch on a
sore muscle.
“OHGOD!” she cried, her fingernails biting into his ass
cheeks.
“You like that?” he asked her, pushing forward a little
more, adding another inch of his meat to her gripping
cavern. “You like my big cock in your tight pussy?”
“Yes,” she said, clawing harder into him, pushing her
hips forward. “I love it. I fucking love it!”
He reached bottom, his cock head pushing against her
cervix, his balls resting against her ass cheeks.
Slowly he pulled back out again, stimulating the nerves
along her entire passage, imparting her with a
delightful friction. His cock came out glistening with
juices. He slid back in, a little faster this time, a
wet squish clearly audible as he bottomed out this
time.
He fucked her slowly for a few minutes, his hands
gripping and squeezing at her upper thighs, his cock
sliding methodically in until it bottomed out and then
methodically back out, until just the tip was buried
between her lips. Gradually however, he began to speed
up, his hands going to the cheeks of her ass to help
brace her. His strokes became a little less controlled,
except on the down stroke when he made a point to grind
his pubis into hers, rubbing on her clit and sending an
extra thrill of pleasure through her.
She began to pant, her lips kissing his neck and his
ears, her hands squeezing at his ass and running up and
down his back. She forgot all about Anne watching them,
forgot all about Sarah upstairs, forgot all about
everything except the glorious feeling of his hard body
against hers and his even harder cock moving in and out
of her.
Her juices ran out of her, running down her ass cheeks,
soaking his balls and puddling on the counter beneath
them until her ass was slipping and sliding back and
forth with each of his strokes. Her whispered filthy
things in her ear as he fucked, exciting, dirty, nasty
things that thrilled her to the core.
“You love my cock slamming in your gash, don’t you?” he
whispered.
“Yes,” she whispered back, biting at his ear again,
sticking her tongue in it.
“You’ve been wanting this all fucking night, haven’t
you? My big dick tearing into you?”
“Yessss,” she groaned. “Oh god yes!”
“You want my hot come up your twat, don’t you?”
“YESSS!”
He fucked harder into her, his thrusts becoming almost
brutal, slamming her backwards so that her back was
rattling against the cabinet where she’d gotten her
drinking glass. His hands went up under her shirt and
grabbed her breasts, squeezing them, pinching the
nipples. His mouth went to her neck again, where he
licked it and sucked it, right where it joined the
shoulder, and then he bit down, just hard enough to
sting.
“GOD!” she cried, feeling another orgasm churning
within her. “Oh god, fuck me harder. Fuck me harder!”
He fucked her even harder, his balls now making a wet,
slapping sound as they pounded against her ass. More
juices puddled up beneath them. His hands came out from
beneath her shirt and went to the back of her head,
grabbing at her hair and pulling almost roughly
downward, forcing her face up to his. He kissed her
hard, plunging his tongue all the way into her mouth,
savaging her tongue, sucking it.
She moaned into his mouth and the waves of pleasure
exploded within her again, much faster this time,
peaking even higher than before. She kept her mouth
securely fastened to his to keep from screaming out
into the room.
Just as her peak started to level off he broke the kiss
and threw his own head back. She felt him tense up
against her once more, felt his hips take on that
spastic rhythm.
“I’m coming Stacey,” he cried. “Oh god I’m gonna come
in you!”
“Oh YESSS!” she returned, still in the throes of her
own orgasm. “Do it Michael. Come in MEEE!!”
She felt his cock swell and twitch within her and a
second later his hot wetness was blasting against her
cervix, seeming to shoot directly into her womb itself.
More spurts came, one after the other, as his hips kept
up their mad pistoning, as his sticky, throbbing cock
pushed and pulled in her body.
Finally they petered out, and with them, his thrusts
did as well, slowing down and finally stopping. Her own
body gradually wound down from the incredible orgasm
she’d had, her grip on his ass loosening, her legs
falling back down to dangle from the counter.
They kissed tenderly for a moment, their tongues making
playful contact while their hands stroked each other
affectionately. When the kiss broke they looked at each
other for a moment, their expressions no longer hungry
but satiated.
“Wow,” Stacey managed to say, sweat dripping from her
face, her voice still a bit breathless. “I’ve never…
I mean… I mean… wow.”
Michael smiled at her. “My sentiments exactly,” he
said.
For the first time since Michael had started moving in
and out of her, Stacey remembered Anne. Her eyes turned
towards the doorway, to the spot where she’d been
watching them, but Anne was no longer there.
Michael saw the turn of her eyes and started just a
bit. “What is it?” he asked. “Is something there?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head a little. “Nothing
there.”
He gave her one last kiss, little more than a friendly
peck this time, and then he disengaged from her, his
now soft (though still quite formidable) cock slipping
out of her in a drool of mingled juices. His expression
was no longer lustful, instead, it had turned to
something else, something darker.
“Are you okay?” she asked him.
“I shouldn’t have done what I just did,” he said
softly, regretfully.
“But you did,” she told him. “We can’t take it back.”
“No,” he said. “I guess we can’t.” He sighed, running
his hand through his sweaty hair. He suddenly reached
down and picked up his pajama bottoms, slipping his
feet into them and nearly jerking them up to cover his
nudity. He didn’t seem to notice that he had put them
on inside out. “I’ve never cheated on my wife before,”
he said. “I just don’t… you know… do things like
that. But you were teasing me… and I was feeling
so… you know… and I just…”
“It’s okay Michael,” she said soothingly. “Really. I
enjoyed what we did and I was practically shaking it in
your face. I won’t tell anyone what happened here.” She
did not mention of course, that his wife already knew
what had happened here. Somehow she didn’t think that
that would help ease his mind.
“Thanks,” he said, still speaking somewhat numbly. “I
just don’t know what came over me. I’m not usually like
that. You know… pushing people down on the floor and
telling them to… well… you know.”
“I liked it,” she told him again. “Really. I don’t
blame you for what happened. And if you don’t want to
do it again, then we won’t.”
He looked at her, really seeing her this time. She was
still sitting on the counter, her panties off, her legs
spread, her pussy wet, swollen, and drooling. “Well…”
he said a little hesitantly, “what if I… what if I do
want to do it again?”
She smiled, remembering how he had felt within her,
eating her, with his dick in her mouth, how his body
had tensed up as he had come. “You might be able to
convince me,” she whispered, sliding off the counter
and onto the floor. She leaned forward and gave him a
kiss. “But for now, maybe both of us should go to bed,
what do you think?”
He nodded. “I suppose you’re right,” he agreed. He then
eyed the puddle that had formed on the counter. “Maybe
I’d better clean a few things up first though.”
She giggled. “Maybe you should,” she said. She reached
down and picked up her lavender panties. She stepped
into them, feeling the already wet crotch soak up the
secretions that were oozing out of her slit. She felt a
little slimy down there and more than a little sore,
but in a good way, in a deliciously good way. “Good
night Michael,” she said, turning and heading for the
stairs. She didn’t look back.
At the top of the staircase, just as she turned towards
Sarah’s room, a door opened up revealing the figure of
Anne standing there, looking at her. She stopped, her
heartbeat kicking up a few notches.
“Hi… uh… Anne,” she said nervously, wondering if
she was having regrets now as well.
“Stacey,” she said, her tone serious. “Perhaps you’d
join me in here for a minute or two?”
“Juh… juh… join you?” she stammered.
“Yes,” Anne said, a predatory smile appearing on her
face, nearly an exact duplicate of the smile that had
been on Michael’s face not too terribly long before. “I
think that there’s something that you and I should
discuss with each other.”
Slowly Stacey’s feet turned her and she walked to the
bedroom. Anne stepped aside and let her enter. A moment
later the door shut and latched, locking out the rest
of the house.