Saturday Night Chaos (Part II)

(CONTINUED)

Morgan stepped in and I stepped back. I glanced back and forth between her, all skin and no modesty, and the phone lying on the kitchen table. I hoped Mandy was too busy with her orgasms to have heard Morgan’s voice.

(DAMN, but she was hot! Still the same smoking body I remembered, with apparently none of the reserve and propriety she once had.)

“I… Um… hold on!”

I raced back to the phone.

“Mandy? Mandy, you there???”

I felt a pair of breasts pushing against my back, and long arms slowly embrace me from behind. Her hips were gyrating against my butt. At the other end of the line, my girlfriend was moaning through yet another thunderous orgasm and was paying me no attention.

“Mandy! Tell me where you are! I’ll be right there!”

*click* *beeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

The phone line went dead. I looked down — one of Morgan’s hands was on the “OFF” button of my wireless phone’s docking station. She’d hung up on Mandy! Mandy would just think I’d hung up on HER in her time of need!

I saw red.

With a shove of the shoulder, I pushed Morgan back, stepped forward, and turned to face her.

“What the HELL did you just do? And what are you doing here?!? What’s going on?”

She didn’t seem surprised one bit or taken aback by my hostility. On the contrary, it seemed to turn her. At least that was my assumption based on her thick, hardening nipples, which were building visible tents at the front of her blouse.

“You know what’s going on. Or should I pretend you don’t? I can do that…”

She stepped forward. I backed away. She stepped forward again, and I hit my back against the wall. Nowhere to run! But then I thought, enough with the running! It was time I made a stand!

“Hold it right there! My girlfriend’s in trouble. I gotta go. And you need to go too.”

She just smiled.

“You can’t go. I’m not going to let you go. And I don’t think you WANT to go… This body… What it can do to you… you don’t want to pass this up.”

She was sliding her hands up and down her sides, caressing her throat and her hips. She stepped forward, offering her chest to my gaze like it was a prize or something.

(Okay, so yeah, it WAS pretty impressive, so you can’t blame a guy for looking!)

I was frozen, just like a mouse caught in a snake’s gaze. Damn, those were some impressively hard nipples, right there. Morgan gently grabbed my hands and brought them to her boobs.

And then I became dizzy, and a lot of things stopped making sense.

[To be continued]

–Jaycee

7 thoughts on “Saturday Night Chaos (Part II)

  1. You should have shoved, ducked, weaved and run, not talked to her.

  2. On a sidenote: Curse you, Blog. =_= Curse you to control alt del.

    1. Aw, thank you. I’m actually rather proud of the setup, if I do say so myself, but not so much at the end result. Guess Jaycee will get to it when he gets to it, but long story short, I didn’t get everything I was hoping for.

      But there was some sexy-sexy time, so I got some good pictures of it all (thanks to Jaycee’s very helpful iPhone, bless its virtual soul).

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      1. You have nothing to be proud of, Blog. Nothing at all.

      2. i don’t understand the point. I mean, i take it you would have rather Morgan be all over you. It seems you have a crush on her.

        Though understandably, that isn’t possible.

        1. That’s the point right there. Since Blog can’t have Morgan all over it, having her all over Jaycee is the next best thing. It’s just a shame though that you can’t find a way to reveal the truth to her and still keep her interest.

        2. Maybe if Blog poured some of its obsession into robotics, instead of porn…

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