Chapter 2
In the living room of the Shakey house MacIntyre Symms was pouring wine into Stacy Shakey's glass.
They looked into each other's eyes, and Stacy felt a strange rumbling below that she didn't quite understand.
She could tell that the man wanted to be more than just good friends but she wasn't sure how far she would let things go.
She was feeling a little drunk, and her inhibitions were quickly drifting away from her conscience.
Stacy could tell that her face was a little flushed and it had been a long time since she had seen her husband.
Stacy was a pretty woman, with curly blonde hair that sat on top of her head like a golden mop.
A lot of people thought that Stacy's hair looked very cute and were envious of it.
But Stacy, not being a vain person, thought that it made her look like Harpo Marx and was always trying to think up ways of straightening it.
All of her methods failed and she curled right back up the first day that was on the humid side.
Stacy had round, youthful breasts that rode high on her chest.
Her breasts were not large but they seemed so in proportion to her slim frame.
When she became horny her erect nipples pointed slightly upward.
At that moment Stacy was wearing a white tee-shirt.
It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were quite clearly getting hard.
She had bright blue eyes that twinkled merrily whenever she was happy.
Stacy was happy most of the time, and she had a way of walking and talking like she was much younger than she was.
Stacy was twenty-three years old but still looked like she might be a freshman in secretarial school.
She was wearing a pair of old jeans that had patches on the knees.
It wasn't that the Shakey's were poor, they were just casual.
They dressed in clothes they thought would be the most comfortable.
Stacy's toes were wrapped around sandals and MacIntyre could see that her toes were all very close to the same length.
MacIntyre thought they were very cute toes, and his mouth watered as he thought about sucking on them.
"Perhaps you would like to show me the upstairs, Stacy," MacIntyre said, sitting close to the blonde on the couch.
He sat so that the sides of their thighs were touching and looked into her eyes as she sipped her wine.
Stacy was not much of a drinker and it didn't take much of the magic grape-juice to make her tipsy.
"But Bernard. . . " Stacy said.
"Don't worry about him. I sent my wife into the kitchen to seduce him."
"I don't think I understand," Stacy said. "I thought you were his friend."
"I am. I'm sure that by now they are both having a wonderful time."
"I don't believe you," Stacy said and got up to weave across the living room.
She looked in the kitchen and saw no sign of Bernard or Michele.
She thought that she was going to be furious with jealousy.
But it didn't take Stacy long to figure out that that wasn't the way she felt at all.
She felt a great sense of relief.
She felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
She felt as if she had been freed from a prison.
Now she could have an affair with MacIntyre and she wouldn't have to feel a single twinge of guilt.
She knew that two wrongs did not make a right.
But fair was fair. Besides, MacIntyre looked like he had to be great in bed."
She marched back into the living room and winked at MacIntyre.
He set the bottle of wine carefully on the wooden coffee table in front of the long soft couch.
He rose and they met at the base of the stairs.
Stacy took him straight to the bedroom and shut the door behind them.
MacIntyre looked at the pretty blonde and felt a great ache in his balls.
He was glad that his and Michele's plan had worked so well.
They had both gotten the partners they wanted for the night.
MacIntyre and Stacy began to kiss wildly, and MacIntyre was pleased to find that Stacy was as hot as a pepper sprout the second he touched her.
"I want you to take off your clothes, Stacy," MacIntyre said rubbing his palms up and down her back with her tee-shirt on.
"Anything you say master," Stacy said. "I am your slave. I'll do whatever you want me to do."
MacIntyre could hear a teasing tone in the little blonde's voice, but he could also tell that some of what she said was true.
He could tell that she was the kind of girl who liked to be dominated in a sexual relationship.
MacIntyre turned one corner of his mouth up into a half-smile because he knew Stacy had found a man who knew how to dominate!
"Take off all of your clothes and get on the bed. I will kiss every square inch of your body. I will linger over the tasty parts. You will be screaming with joy by the time I am through with you," MacIntyre said.
Stacy felt as if she were going to swoon when she heard those words.
The man was so sure of himself. She wanted to fall into his arms and let him protect her from all of the evils in the world.
She could feel her pussy getting wet and slippery right away.
The crotch of her panties was getting wet and the cotton material was creeping up between her soft inner lips.
She could feel her cunt swelling, and her clit was starting to quiver at the top of that delicate slit.
Stacy stepped away from the man so she could undress.
He crossed his arms and smiled as he gazed at her shamelessly.
Stacy grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and quickly pulled it up over her head.
She tugged her arms free and threw the tee-shirt carelessly to one side.
The shirt struck the far wall of the bedroom and fell silently to the floor.
They finally came to a rest with the nipple pointing upward.
MacIntyre could feel his salivary gland going berserk as he looked at those twin feminine erections.
The distinguished man had to concentrate on swallowing frequently so that he could keep from drooling.
Stacy was drunk enough to be unashamed with nakedness.
She knew that she had a nice body, and she found that she was enjoying the strip-tease she was performing.
She was wearing her jeans so tight that she had to wiggle her hips from side to side to tug them down.
She hooked her thumbs under the tops of her faded jeans and her underwear at the same time and sighed as she felt her wet panties pull away from her outer labia.
MacIntyre could see that Stacy had a tiny pubic patch.
Instead of an inverted triangle she had two curls of short and curly hair growing just above her clitoris.
Less that a third of her mound was covered with hair.
The patch looked littler because of the lightness of the hair.
The hair above Stacy's pussy was the same color as the hair on her head.
It was downy and looked to be very soft.
Stacy kicked off her sandals and pointed her cute chubby toes as she pulled her legs free one at a time.
She kicked her pants away and stood in front of the handsome man as naked as they day she was born.
MacIntyre could feel his cock getting hard inside his pants.
Stacy moved so that she was on her back in the center of the bed.
MacIntyre stood at the foot of the bed and placed his hands on his hips.
Stacy placed both of the pillows on top of one another and punched the top one with a tiny fist to make an indentation for the back of her head.
The second she had settled back she opened her thighs slowly.
MacIntyre could not take his eyes off of the pretty blonde's pussy.
Stacy opened her legs to a perfect ninety degree angle.
She raised up her knees and placed the balls of her tiny feet flat on the foot of the double bed.
MacIntyre could see that Stacy's cunt lips were bright pink.
He could see that no hair grew on the sides of her vulva.
Stacy's outer cunt lips were completely devoid of pubic hair.
The pretty blonde was equally bald between the cheeks of her ass.
Stacy pointed her knees at opposite walls of the bedroom.
MacIntyre quickly took off all of his clothes and folded them neatly before placing them on a chair.
Stacy could see that he had an eight-inch hard-on wagging in front of him as he proved he was neat even in passion.
The man moved to the side of the bed and kissed Stacy on the lips.
They played fun swordfight games with the tips of their tongues.
MacIntyre kicked his legs up on the bed so he was on his belly at the pretty little blonde's side.
He kissed and licked at the side of her neck. MacIntyre nibbled playfully at her dangling earlobe.
He explored the inside of Stacy's ear with his tongue.
It was hot and wet, making Stacy start to squirm on the bed.
She could feel her cunt juice start to drip from the base of her throbbing pink pussy slit.
The fuck honey was rolling over the inch long patch of mucous membrane between the base of her cunt and her ass-hole.
She knew that it wouldn't be long before she would make a wet spot on the bedspread with her drooling cunt.
MacIntyre kissed his way slowly down the front of Stacy's upper torso.
No matter how hard she tried she couldn't keep her hips still.
Her skin was very fair. Her complexion was a perfect peaches and cream.
MacIntyre was soon showering her perky breasts with tiny peck kisses and she moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He thrust his tonuge out and placed the tip of it directly on Stacy's erect right nipple.
He began to flick the tip of it back and forth, feeling the rosy but growing larger on his tongue.
It became like a round pebble and he rolled it back and forth slowly, making her nipple wet and shiny from the saliva he dripped on it.
MacIntyre no longer worried about drooling and let his spit get on her nipple to make it slipperier. "Oh God, MacIntyre, that feels wonderful," Stacy said, her pretty face shining with a happy grin.
The man wrapped his lips around the outside of the nipple and began to suck on it very slowly.
He drew in his cheeks and flicked the tip of his tongue across it even as he sucked at the erection.
MacIntyre made sloppy sounds with his mouth and he could tell that the little blonde's muscles were tensing.
He could see that her shapely young body was becoming slick with the perspiration of her exertion.
MacIntyre got his teeth on the hard nipple and began to give it little love bites that drove Stacy wild.
She could feel her pussy gushing with natural lubrication, and the scent of her womanhood was wafting up from her private parts.
Both of them could smell the odor of Stacy's wet cunt and they felt intoxicated by its muskiness.
MacIntyre kept his teeth on the nipple and began to tug outward so that the skin around it was pulled taut.
"BITE IT! BITE MY NIPPLE HARD!" Stacy screamed as her face turned as red as a racing fire engine.
She pulled her lips back over her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, her cunt demanding attention by that time.
Stacy could feel the pain in her nipple mixing with her pleasure.
She knew that her orgasm, when it came, would be terrific.
Nothing like this had ever happened to
Stacy Shakey before.
She wondered if this was the start of a new era in her life.
The pretty blonde had always been true to her husband, but she could tell that that would no longer be the case.
She. felt as if the world had opened up to her.
All of a sudden the mundane life she had been living seemed as if it were filled with many options.
MacIntyre tugged hard at the nipple so that the whole shape of her breast was changed by his pulling.
Her tit looked pointier than usual and Stacy could tell that her nipple was as hard and erect as it could possibly get.
The man released her nipple and allowed it to snap back into place.
He then slowly repeated the process with the other nipple.
Stacy's clit was so swollen it felt as if it would pop out of the top of her pussy slit at any moment.
"Please go down on me, MacIntyre," Stacy said.
Her voice betrayed her extreme sexual arousal as she spoke.
It was obvious that the muscles in her throat were tight.
They were squeezing hard around her tender voice box.
Her voice was a higher pitch than normal, making the tiny blonde sound younger than she really was.
"I can't stand it anymore. I'm so fucking hot, MacIntyre."
MacIntyre liked the way she sounded when she said it.
She was pleading, begging him to give her pleasure.
He felt as if he were in complete control of the situation.
MacIntyre liked being in complete control. Especially when that control came in a sexual context.
MacIntyre removed his mouth from Stacy's tits and began to kiss his way slowly down the front of her body.
He sucked at the flesh of the flat plain of her belly and traced a wet circle around her concave bellybutton with the tip of his tongue.
He explored the inside of her navel with his tongue and this felt a lot better than Stacy thought it would.
The handsome older man then kissed Stacy's abdomen where her ache of desire was fierce and maddening.
He moved his face so that his nose was grazing against her tiny blonde pubic patch and sniffed hard.
His nostrils dilated as he filled his sinuses with the aroma of the little blonde's bursting womanhood.
MacIntyre placed his hands under Stacy's right thigh.
He lifted her leg way up in the air so he could crawl under it.
Stacy pointed her toes and kept her knee gracefully bent as he did this.
Soon MacIntyre was lying on his belly on the bed with his head between Stacy Shakey's parted thighs.
The tiny blonde gasped and moaned as the man ran the palms of his hands up the front of her body toward her tits.
She stretched her knees apart so that she was pointing them at opposite walls of the upstairs bedroom.
Her thighs were opened to a perfect ninety degree angle.
The man looked at the little girl's cunt and sighed.
He could see how swollen and wet her pussy flesh was.
MacIntyre could see her clit at the top of her cunt.
It was throbbing visibly as it poked out from under its foreskin.
"EAT ME!" Stacy screamed out. The party below was very noisy.
The stereo was booming and she didn't worry about anyone hearing her screams of passionate delight.
But MacIntyre did not go straight for her pussy in spite of his craving to taste her plentiful juice.
He wanted to build her up to orgasm slowly so that she would come with a mind-crushing force.
The handsome man opened his fingers and took both of her breasts into the taut palms of his hands.
He could feel her erect nipples throbbing and pressing against the centers of his palms as he sunk his fingers into the tit flesh.
At the same time he began to kiss lightly at the soft white flesh of Stacy Shakey's inner thighs.
MacIntyre sucked at the flesh so hard that he made little red marks on her peaches and cream skin.
He even used his teeth to give her love bites on her thighs making the pretty blonde writhe violently.
She gyrated her hips in a rapid circle and moved them up and down as if she were pretending that his cock was already inside her fucking her hard and fast.
The man moved both of her breasts at the same time in sensuous circles.
He pressed her tits together as hard as he could so that the cleavage between them became long and deep.
MacIntyre then released her tits and moved his hands to the underside of Stacy's thighs and once again opened his fingers.
He pressed forward, telling Stacy to roll back so that her weight was on the small of her back.
In this manner her buttocks rolled up off the red bedspread and became available to MacIntyre's mouth.
As he caressed the insides of her thighs with his mouth he moved ever-closer to the outer lips of her pussy.
Stacy was so hot she knew that she was going to come violently the second the man found her clit with his tongue.
She could also tell that he was in the mood to be a tease with her during the hot oral sex session.
She could tell that that the man wanted to keep her aroused for as long as possible without tipping her over the edge into ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Stacy called out, her eyes closing very tightly.
She began to open and close her knees rapidly.
MacIntyre moved his hands so she would not be able to clamp down on his head with her thighs like she wanted to.
He began to bite at the backs of her thighs and Stacy's could tell that he was heading for her buttocks.
The blood had rushed to the surface in her ass cheeks and she could feel her ass-hole tingling with anticipation.
There was an ache deep inside her bowels that told the pretty blonde how much she needed to be penetrated there.
Stacy swooned and gurgled as she felt the man start to suck and bite at her ass flesh.
He sucked on one spot for a moment and moved his fingers to her ass so he could spread the cheeks apart.
He pulled the sweet blonde's ass cheeks apart until the skin in the crack was pulled perfectly taut.
Stacy could feel her sphincter muscle stretched also in the process, and the tingling she felt in her anus was getting worse by the second.
MacIntyre could see that the crack of the girl's ass was wet from the natural lubrication that had dripped out of the base of her pussy slit.
He placed the pointy tip of his pink hot tongue at the tip of the crack of her ass and began to flick it back and forth lightly and rapidly.
He worked his mouth slowly upward so that his tongue was getting closer to her ass-hole a fraction of an inch at a time, making the blonde squirm with anticipation.
Then the tip of his tongue found the ring of muscle at her sphincter and he lapped happily, using the flat part of his tongue to stroke her.
This felt so good that Stacy couldn't help but buck her hips upward, her feet lifting off of the foot of the bed with the toes tightly curled under.
He loved the way that her ass-hole tasted and licked at it until all of the delicious flavor was gone.
He made a little humming noise in the back of his throat to let his new lover know how much he was enjoying this anal-oral contact.
She didn't have to tell him how much she liked it.
Her loud moans and groans told the story for her.
MacIntyre made his tongue stiff so he could penetrate her.
He placed the tip of his tongue at the center of her ring of ass muscle and pressed forward with his head.
He was still holding the creamy cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go with both of his large strong hands.
Stacy let out a loud grunt that completely emptied her lungs of air as she felt her sphincter muscle opening.
Stacy had never gotten fucked in the ass, but she was starting to think that it might not be a bad idea.
Stacy Shakey no longer worried about the effect this affair would have on her marriage with Bernard.
She knew that she would have felt guilty if she were having an affair and Bernard was behaving himself.
But it seemed as if this night were destined to end up like this.
Stacy had no idea how wild the party was going to get before the night was through.
MacIntyre pushed his tongue into Stacy's ass-hole as deeply as he could get it.
He wiggled the tip around so that he would be able to caress her inner bowel flesh.
The ache that Stacy felt in her bowels was too deep for his tongue to reach.
She knew that the only way that ache could be satisfied was by his cock.
She felt brave, and decided that she would ask him to fuck her in the ass-hole right after he finished giving her oral pleasure.
MacIntyre could tell by the way the little blonde was breathing that she couldn't be teased for much longer.
There was something desperate about her groans by that point that told him it was time to give her cunt pleasure directly.
He allowed the little girl to place her feet back on the bed, so that once again she was resting her weight on the supple yet firm cheeks of her ass.
MacIntyre placed the tip of his tongue at the base of her pussy slit where the accumulation of natural lubrication was at its most plentiful.
He quickly discovered that he loved the taste of her pussy.
He thought that she had the sweetest cunt he had ever tasted.
He had always enjoyed eating Michele's cunt, but he had to admit that it didn't taste as good as the blonde's.
Stacy jerked upward with her hips once again and MacIntyre had to wrap his arms around her thighs so that she wouldn't be able to hit him in the face with her wet slap of pussy meat. MacIntyre pulled his mouth away from Stacy's dripping pussy slit just long enough to speak briefly.
"Oh, Stacy, you taste wonderful. I could eat your cunt all day and all night," he said, sounding very sincere.
"Th-thank. . .y-y-you!" Stacy Shakey managed to say.
She had to spit out the words in between gasps for air.
MacIntyre kept his arms around her thighs and moved his fingers to the swollen outer lips of her pussy.
Being very gentle, and showing a great deal of respect for the pretty blonde's delicate cunt tissues, he pulled those lips apart until the mucous membrane between her sets of cunt lips was pulled tight.
He used the flat part of his tongue to lick up and down the puffy, hairless outer lips until they too were devoid of flavor.
MacIntyre could see that Stacy's inner cunt lips protruded the furthest from her hot pussy slit.
He could see that her inner labia were curled back a little at the edges so that she looked like a rose blossom.
MacIntyre yearned to see that pink rose develop into a full-fledged flower as the inner lips wrapped around the tight shaft of his cock.
He flicked the tip of his tongue up and down the outer edges of the inner lips.
MacIntyre began to push those lips apart, making his tongue curious.
He then stiffened his tongue and plunged it between the lips, seeing how deeply he could penetrate her with his wet taster, and she let out a wanton groan that filled the bedroom with sound.
MacIntyre worked his tongue in and out of her cunt hole as if he were fucking her and loosened, his grip on her thighs enough so that she could rock back and forth with the blissful friction he was causing.
He was laying on his hard cock, and he could feel the shaft throbbing as it was pinned against the bedspread.
MacIntyre loved the flavor, the smell, the sensation.
He felt as if he were completely in control of his sexuality.
He was in tune with all five of his senses, a natural sensate.
Stacy' could feel the pressure in her lower abdomen growing in leaps and bounds as he tongue-fucked her.
She wondered how severe the sexual tension in her loins could get before a release became inevitable.
"MAKE ME COME! MAKE ME COME! PLEASE!" Stacy screamed.
MacIntyre could tell that it would be cruel to tease her any longer.
He pulled his tongue out from between her inner cunt lips.
He could tell that the lower half of his face was wet and shiny.
A great deal of cunt juice had spilled onto his broad chin.
He removed his fingertips from her swollen outer labia.
MacIntyre noticed that those lips stayed parted without his help.
It was as if he had trained her pussy to stay open for him.
MacIntyre placed the forefinger of his left hand at the top of her pussy slit.
He pressed on a spot directly above her throbbing love button.
Up till that point he had not made direct contact with her clit.
Stacy found that it was the spot he hadn't touched that tingled the most.
He had explored every nook and cranny of her pussy flesh without touching the center of her womanly pleasure. The man pulled upward with his fingertip so that the little blonde's clitoral foreskin pulled completely off of her love button.
MacIntyre knew a lot about the female anatomy.
He knew that the visible part of her clit was only the tip of the iceberg.
The organ sunk deep within her and was as big as a flaccid penis.
MacIntyre placed the tip of his tongue lightly on her clitoris.
Stacy made a deep groaning noise as she felt the explosions starting within her pulsating cunt.
The man began to roll her clit around in a small circle.
He moved her love button as if it were a marble in oil.
Stacy could feel the heat of her climax slowly spreading to fill her hips.
Every muscle in the little blonde's body became very tight.
She could feel her back teeth clenching together very hard.
She ground her back teeth together so hard that her jaw ached.
But she was hardly aware of the pain she felt in her jaw.
It was next to insignificant compared to the mind-boggling pleasure offered by her growing orgasm.
She could feel the rush of sensation sweeping down her legs, all the way to her toes.
Stacy's chubby little toes were tightly curled under.
They clutched hard and made a wrinkle in the red bedspread on either side of MacIntyre's upper torso.
Stacy could feel the pleasure rushing up her spine to the base of her skull, and her back teeth unclenched.
Her jaw dropped and her mouth fell gaping open.
Her swollen thick tongue rested on her puffy lower lip.
Her mouth opened until the skin at the corners of her lips was tight.
She let out a scream that started at the pit of her stomach.
It was a shrieking scream that made her sound as if she were being subjected to horrible agonies.
One would have thought that she was being tortured by a masked sadist if they had heard that scream.
But the stereo downstairs was blasting so loud that no one heard the erotic sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom.
MacIntyre Symms knew that it was ecstasy rather than agony that was making the little blonde scream that way.
Stacy pressed down with the balls of her feet.
She pressed the back of her head hard against the pillow.
The little girl arched her back and lifted her buttocks from the bedspread.
'CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!! ! " she screamed.
MacIntyre did not have to be told. He could have figured it out by himself.
He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her clit.
Stacy could feel the rush of the orgasm entering her brain, sending it reeling.
Her eyes were closed, but the room felt as if it were spinning.
She could see little sparks of light shooting across the insides of her tightly closed eyelids.
Just when Stacy thought that her molten orgasm had peaked out she felt the man press forward with his face.
MacIntyre Symms puckered his lips and allowed them to protrude a little bit as he did this to her.
He wrapped his puckered lips around her little man in the boat and the surrounding flesh at the same time.
He then sucked her clit up into his mouth and continued to bat at it with the tip of his tongue.
He worked his tongue over her love button as if he were a boxer working out on a small punching bag.
He was determined to suck and lick at her clit until he was sure that her tremendous come was over.
It wasn't hard to figure out when that was.
All of Stacy's muscles relaxed at the same time.
Her buttocks returned to the bedspread and she let out a moan of satisfaction.
The ecstasy of her sexual climax was finally over.
Stacy was sure that it had only lasted for a few seconds.
But her perception of time had been altered by the intensity of the physical pleasure she had felt.
During her come, she was sure that it would go on forever.
Now, she struggled to catch her breath, realizing that she had been totally unable to breathe when she came.
She could feel her racing heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
Her body was now drenched with her sweat of exertion.
Her face was still red but it was starting to return to normal.
She could feel the warmth of her post-orgasmic afterglow filling her hips and her sweet loins.
MacIntyre pulled his face out of her cunt and released the grip he had had on her slim tapered thighs.
He rested his chin lightly on her pubic bone and smiled at her.
He looked at her pretty face between her heaving breasts.
"Feel good?" MacIntyre asked, turning up one corner of his mouth into a slay grin.
"Oh God! wonderful!" Stacy said, her voice closer to normal.
Then she looked at his face closely and let out a small giggle.
"What's so funny?" MacIntyre asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Your face is all wet," Stacy said, her blue eyes twinkling.
MacIntyre lifted his chin from the little girl's mound.
He went to wipe off his lips and chin with the back of his hand.
But Stacy stopped him by reaching down and grabbing his wrist.
"What?" MacIntyre said.
"Let me lick it off for you." ' "Ummmm," MacIntyre said, and all Stacy could think about was how much she wanted his cock in her ass.