Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II

... her, his dark, sinuous body tight and sweaty, his long, thick, dark cock parallel with her abdomen. Without any more stimulation he shuddered, gasping as it erupted. I had never imagined anything like it! Numerous long, full streams of semen were ejected from his cock, landing heavily on Michele's breasts and abdomen, some hitting her face and neck. Derek's cock twitched and started as he unloaded, Michele whimpering wide-eyed as he coated her. Finally, breathing deeply, a smile covered his face as he looked down upon his conquest, still dribbling semen onto her tummy where it pooled into her navel. "Oh my God...look at it all," Michele moaned. "How? You just came inside of me fifteen minutes ago. So much...so much!" She was no doubt trying to comprehend how much he had left inside her before. She smeared some of his cum into her nipples, then reaching down and using a scissor motion with her fingers she scooped his seed from her breasts and tummy and fed it to herself. She hungrily licked and smacked on the viscous clumps clinging to her skin. I imagined similar sperm-rich clumps clinging to the walls of her womb. She smeared the remaining semen all over her body, relaxing as if in a trance. She rubbed it into her breasts and belly, her pussy lips and inner thighs, her underarms, everywhere. Smiling, her breasts heaving. Derek stayed the night in our cabana, of course, consigning me to the sofa as they mated twice more before falling asleep in each other's arms. The next ...

... day we all hung out at the beach, taking it easy on our last full day. I enjoyed the sight of them frolicking in the water, followed by him applying lotion to her back and thighs, his fingers slipping under her bikini. Then they disappeared for about an hour, the details of which were recounted after their return as Michele pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside to show me what he had done to her. After relaxing in the afternoon and enjoying another intense night we left for home late Saturday morning. Before we left Derek and Michele exchanged phone numbers and e-mail. He lives just a couple of hours from us and still in the spell of the encounter we all hoped for more. The follow-up proved emotionally challenging, however. The Cabo Affair was the most intense experience of our lives, and it shook me to my core. Coming to grips with it was not easy. For weeks Michele and I drifted apart, dealing with the difficult emotions that had grown and reached a climax. There were periods of silence, interspersed with long discussions, tears, and exhaustion. Our intimate life disappeared, though investigative work on my part uncovered the fact that Michele remained busy with her phallus. I so missed being close to her and in the end I came to an unsettling realization: seeing her so completely dominated by Derek excited me and satisfied me more completely than any sexual experience that I had ever been part of myself. Ever. I found myself incessantly fantasizing to the images and ...