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Stacey's Thanksgiving
by Al Steiner (do_not_resuscitate_ever@yahoo.com)

***

Stacey visits her roommate's family over Thanksgiving 
break. They're more than just roommates, and once 
Stacey stays over, Sarah's father becomes more than 
just her roommate's dad. (FF, MF, bi, mast, oral)

***

"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.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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