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From: "Al Steiner" <steiner_al@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Stacey by Al Steiner (FF,MF,voy) 2/2
Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 07:10:04 -0500
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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

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