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Finally by juanwildone
"Ohhhh."
What a mess!
What a fucking mess literally. She shivered even though the
physical heat of Michael's body warmed her thoroughly. That was
part of the mess it was Michael's body. God, what a mess.
They were stuck together literally.
Sometime during the night Michael's semen had leaked out of her
and their thighs were now stuck together. Oh it wasn't quite
'Superglue' stuck together but it was certainly more stuck
together then a "post-it" note. And there had been a lot of semen
last night, Stacey couldn't help but smile to herself...damn, she
had come so many times. Michael had come too, more then
once...oh, yeah, there had been a lot of semen.
But now they were stuck and Stacey had to pee. She really had to
pee and they were really stuck. And slowly seeping into this
predicament was the realization as to just how big a mess this
could really become. Mess-wise; this was bubbling right up there
to the top.
Michael shifted and the semen-bond between then was conveniently
severed. Thank God. Stacey rolled slowly out of bed and walked
quietly to her bathroom. She was barely on the seat when her
muscles released and a tremendous torrent of piss emptied from
her. She had drunk way too much last night way too much. Sure
she could use that as a reason for what had happened. But it
wouldn't do much for the reason why it had happened.
No sooner had she finished peeing then she was reminded as to
just which activities she was referring to. The remainder of
Michael's semen began to drip from her. She covered her face in
her hands as she squeezed her muscles trying to get rid of as
much as possible. God what a mess...
Stacey wiped her tender lips clean. Damn him! Why did it have to
be Michael? She'd just about known him her whole life and he was
one of her best friends. She could talk to Michael about
anything. She could share anything with him. ...ok, after last
night, make that everything now. She groaned mentally.
Why did he have to be some kind of hot lover? He had been
incredible. What woman wouldn't want a lover as skilled as he had
been? So why did it have to be him? She dropped the sodden
tissues in the bowl and walk slowly back to bed. Damn him! Look
how cute he looks there, in my bed, so satisfied from a long
night of loving.
Lifting the covers she was assailed by the co-mingled aroma of
their passion. She felt her body begin to respond as she inhaled
their scent. Damn him! His scent had been part of her downfall.
Things between them had gotten out of control and she had thought
to put an end it with a simple handjob and nothing more. After an
unintended night of making out and free-roaming hands it was a
solution that was a little bit daring, a little bit naughty, and
definitely a little something to remember this night bye. Only it
didn't quite workout the way she thought it would.
She should have never let it get to that point anyway! They had
been flirting outrageously last night. But they'd done that in
the past and it had never gotten out of control. They had always
kept it verbal though. They had very carefully avoided any kind
of sexual contact always.
So why then when she'd accidentally spilled her beer on him had
she insisted on removing his shirt and jeans to dry them? Even
worse...even worse, he purposefully spilled some beer on her and
practically stripped her bare right then and there. She should
have put a stop to it. She should have thrown him out.
She most certainly should not have gone along with him and let
him undress her down to her bra and panties. And she sure as hell
shouldn't have accepted his offer for a neck massage as a means
of apology. That had been the beginning of the end. Oh God, those
hands and those damn fingers of his!
If only he had kept his hands on her neck. Oh no...not
Michael...oh no, not mister magic touch no he had to start
touching all of her exposed skin; her shoulders, her back, her
ribs and abdomen, her hips thighs calves and feet and she let
him. She was so relaxed and trusting yes, trusting, she had
trusted him, that during the foot massage she had lain back on
the couch and let her legs fall open. She knew her panties were
soaked and that he could probably smell her well too bad for
him. She also knew he couldn't see anything. Damn him, he must
have had this planned from the start.
She had felt so relaxed yet so aroused that when he had asked her
for "one little bitty touch" she had, she had...she had said
nothing. She let him do what he wanted. NO...no she let him do
what she thought he wanted. Yes, he should have just copped a
feel of her tit. That's what she thought he meant.
They had been laying side-by-side, she was on her back and
because of their position on the couch her legs were still bent
at the knee and slightly spread...well, really spread actually,
and her one knee was resting on his thigh. His hand was moving
back and forth above her breasts and that's when she felt it. It
was hot, hard and pressing up against the back of her thigh. He
was just as turned on as she was. The thought that he was erect
and that his cock was just inches from her wet cunt was thrilling
to her.
She could still hear her voice say it, "Oh, did I do that?" And
then he had responded, oh did he respond, he knew exactly what he
was doing.
He just rolled over between her legs and she felt it press into
her body. Then he had risen up still kneeling between her legs
and she had seen it...that magnificent cock jutting out from his
boxers long, thick with a flaring glans. She had instinctively
reached out and touched it, wrapping her hand around its hard
heat.
Touching it, then stroking it. She had found herself moving
closer and closer to it. Then licking it, tasting it, sucking it
trying to suck it all into her mouth.
Damn him! She had let him cum in her mouth, something that was
reserved for special boyfriends, one of which he most certainly
was not. To make matters worse she had even swallowed which she
never did! She swallowed, damn him! She swallowed and she knew
she would swallow again...not that there would be an again no
way.
She was able to smile to herself though. He had been no better
off. She felt her breasts swell as she remembered the enthusiasm
he showed for her scent, her taste, her cuming. She recalled her
biggest orgasm of the night. He had gone down on her after coming
in her. No guy had ever done that and she had certainly never
dared to ask for it. But he had, willingly, enthusiastically,
thoroughly and most importantly of all...completely.
She looked at his backsides as she scooted beneath the sheets. He
had been so powerful during their second lovemaking...no, not
lovemaking this was sex. No, no that second time he had fucked
her...that was the only way to describe it. He had rolled her
into an all-fours position and then he had fucked her. Hard,
fast, powerful, he was so much bigger than her that the angle of
his cock inside her had taken her to heights of pleasure
unimagined.
Yes, that is all this was...a great fuck. Stacey repeated it over
and over in her head. This was sex...just sex, nothing more...a
romp...a mindless fling...no big deal. I can handle this as just
a great fuck...I can...
Michael rolled over and Stacey felt him press the front side of
his body into her backside. Damn him! He was hard again! Stacey
felt that magnificent cock against her ass and shivered. No man
as good-looking as Michael, as funny, as 'oh God he is so nice'
should come equipped with such a bad boy cock. Where had he been
hiding that thing? She had expected Mike to have a rather normal
size cock. Some of her lovers had always been somewhat bigger or
smaller, but they had always been for the most part average.
There was nothing average about Mike's cock.
Stacey re-affirmed her strength, her will, her ability to resist,
her need to...oh no. Michael's mouth was on her lower neck,
towards the back...oh no. Michael's hand moved slowly across her
flat stomach and engulfed her warm breast...oh no. Michael
shifted his hips and Stacey felt his cock slid down the crack of
her ass...no no no. Michael shifted again and Stacey felt his
cock push frustratingly across her wet lips...oh no. Michael
tried again and again and couldn't seem to find the right angle,
until Stacey tilted her hips and lifted her upper leg, and stuck
her hand between her legs to prevent his cock from missing the
mark he didn't...oh yes.
Stacey felt as if an irresistible heat was emanating from her
very core. She felt as if her cunt was liquefying around him. She
felt as if she was melting into his embrace.
His heat...her heat...their heat.
He wasn't pumping into her so much as sliding through her. Her
own arousal grew hot and needy and she began to gently match his
easy rhythm and motion. Her hand the one that had directed him
inside her now loitered about her clit. He shifted again rolling
more directly onto her and his cock pushed deep inside her...oh
God yes.
She couldn't have stopped her body from responding if she tried
and she didn't try. She helped, she tilted her hips and was able
to spread her legs wider...taking him deeper. He was rubbing
across that spot again. She was getting close. She felt him speed
up and she prepared her body to come again...and he stopped
moving. OH GOD NO...NO!
She waited...no, no, no! She felt his body relax as he sank into
a deep slumber...NO! The weight of his body was both hot and
suffocating. The depth of his hard cock inside her was
distracting to say the least. She couldn't move, her lower arm
was pined underneath them and her upper arm was clenched between
his arm and her thighs, which she couldn't move because his leg
was over hers...OH NO!
She buck her hips and he stir...oh yes. He rolled slightly back
taking the weight off of her and pulling back his cock nearly
popped free...then he rolled back and his cock thrust deep inside
her. Roll and thrust...roll and thrust. It wasn't exactly what
she wanted but with her hand on her clit she would be there soon
enough.
"AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
NO! NO! NO! Stacey bucked her hips and tried to get over the top.
No...no...oh. She could feel him softening. She gave her hips a
strong thrust, which simply caused him to pull out. Oh. He rolled
back over the other way. Stacey felt her arousal fade in direct
proportion to her increasing frustration...oh.
God what a mess he was dripping out of her again.
She heard the shower running and knew that he was finally up. She
mentally ran through her speech - again. She placed the cut fruit
and bagels on the table and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. She
waited.
She heard his footsteps and she steeled herself. She would be
kind, yet clear. This was something they would eventually laugh
about...a drunken escapade...a romp between old friends and only
between them...oh my God.
Michael stood framed in the doorway. The damp white towel he held
round his waist did little to hide his package. His broad chest
was flush with the heat of the shower as was his face. Beneath
his wet blonde hair, dark eyes engulfed her. He glanced at the
food on the table and the empty plate.
"I couldn't find my clothes."
Stacey nodded towards the garage, "I washed them this morning,
and they should just about be dry."
The back door banged open and a shrill voice called out. "Stacey,
Stace...you'll never guess whose back in town. I just heard that
..."
Stacey felt her world tremble to its very foundations. Any chance
of keeping this quiet or explaining it away was
gone...completely, unavoidably, undeniably gone. Beth, why did it
have to be Beth?
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I don't believe what I'm seeing with my
own eyes..."
Stacey sighed as she braced herself for the inevitable avalanche
of questions, inquiries, suggestions, and advisories.
Beth stood in the middle of the room and nodded solemnly. "I have
just one word to say...just one." She smiled to herself as Stacey
and Michael turned towards her.
"FINALLY!"
Michael laughed loudly in agreement.
Stacey looked at Michael and then at Beth. There was no mistaking
the expression on Beth's face.
"FINALLY?"
"Yeah FINALLY as in, 'well it's about time."
Michael seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the moment.
Stacey could only groan.
"Ohhhh."
What a mess.
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