Message-ID: <40943asstr$1045656604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Al Steiner" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2003 21:36:52 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Stacey by Al Steiner (FF,MF,voy) 2/2 Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 07:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Here's another story of mine that was originally posted at ruthiesclub.com. This one is a little kinkier than my usual fare. As always, please email to let me know what you think about it. STACEY 2/2 By Al Steiner Steiner_al@hotmail.com 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. "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. Eaaaat meeeeeee!" "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. "Godddddddddd," 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?" "Yessssssssss!" 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. "Goddd," she cried, feeling another orgasm churning within her. "Oh godddd 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 yesssss," she returned, still in the throes of her own orgasm. "Do it Michael. Come in meeeeeee!" 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. THE END Al Steiner May 28, 2002 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+