Secrets Out

Charging inevitably over the cliff of requited desire, your adrenaline shoots through the roof and slows time to a crawl. Sticky heat permeates the room so thickly that you can taste the primal pheromones in the air. Everything is blurry behind the exertions, the sweat, and the breathlessness of carnality unleashed.

“OOoohh, fuck you, Matt! Fuck! Fuck, FUUUCK!”

Sarah is the first to come, no surprise. All of her curvaceous body tenses up and flexes in. Matt's face is still pinned to Sarah's throbbing clit, and you can see he isn’t going anywhere when Sarah's legs hook around him. Damn, she might break your poor friend!

“Shiiitt!” Sarah cries as first one, then two seismic spasms wrack her body and fluid squirts out of her. The wetness drenches Matt's face and splashes onto his chest and hair. Just as quickly, Sarah pushes him away violently, her body’s sensitivity in overdrive.

Matt didn’t seem to mind, because as soon as he’s free he stands and furiously flogs his meat. Despite all of his previous coming this evening, Matt shot everything he had left over Sarah. Two powerful spurts streamed over Sarah's tits and navel, and one last dribble oozes out, drizzling onto her satisfied folds.

Miranda's hands are still above her head, clutching at the armrest of the couch for leverage. You adjust your position and anchor her hips down against the cushions, so you can pound into your crush with your all. Miranda squeals at the deep dicking, and the **** you drive into her causes her 36C breasts to bounce with vigor.

“Give it-- Mmmff! Give it to me, John! Please. Please! PLEEEEASE!”

Miranda thrashes her head back and forth, her wavy brown hair wild. Her pussy squeezes as her body begins to vibrate, pushing you inevitably towards your crest. The incredible bliss of simultaneous orgasm is too much to handle. Miranda wraps her legs around you and you close your eyes.

“Oh, god…” With the same rush of that first roller coaster drop, your semen floods into Miranda. Her flooded pussy immediately radiates a satisfyingly full warmth, kicking her multiple orgasm into high-fucking overdrive.

“John! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-ESSSSSSSSS..!”

You collapse onto Miranda. The both of you breathe rapid and shallow; your breaths mingle together in post-coital nirvana.

There isn’t much time for reprieve as muffled squeals of delight escape Nicole. Cute little noises yipped from her, despite her best effort to cover her own mouth. They came faster and faster as Nicole gyrated on Tom's gargantuan cock. One hand gripping Tom's neck, Nicole leaned, arching her back and displaying her pert breasts to everyone.

Tom removes his hands from Nicole's ass and balls them up in anticipation of a riptide orgasm. Nicole was straight up biting her hand as she screamed through the muffle, slamming her pussy down fully around Tom.

“mmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMM!”

And then, just like that, everything stopped. The stillness hung thick in the air, like the sexual humidity that was making everyone in the room slick with sweat. The only sounds that could be heard were the panting of six friends, broken up by the occasional giggle from Miranda and the whispers shared between Nicole and Tom.

It was too much to hold back anymore, so you prop yourself up to face the rest of the group.

“Ok, I can’t take not knowing anymore!” You declare, a little louder than you intended. Everyone else startled, which put a damper on your bravado (although the effect of Miranda startling was that her vaginal walls squeezed one last time against your blissfully deflating penis). You clear your throat.

“What I mean to say is, what the hell is going on between you two?”

Tom looks at you, then to Nicole, then tosses the notebook across the room and against a far wall.

“Nah, dude. Fuck the game.” Matt sat back on the loveseat, still wiping sweat and Sarah from his face. “Something is definitely going on and it’s obvious.”

“Okay, fine,” Nicole relented, looking over her shoulder. She was still impaled on Tom, and slowly began to disentangle herself from him. Nicole's hips still had to move significantly in order to pull out Tom's flaccid monster. The cock was still so girthy that everyone heard the wet, meaty impact when in slapped back onto Tom's lap.

“Truth is, Tom and I are kinda, sorta dating.” Nicole sat in Tom's lap, and sank back into his arms. Even as he accepted her in an embrace, Tom got a little annoyed.

“Aw, hell no. YOU said it would be embarrassing if people knew we were a couple. I kept asking you to change your mind, but YOU wanted to stay single.” It sounds like Tom has been holding this in for a while and was finally getting it out.

"But she hates you," you say, suddenly aware of how rude that comes off.

"Nah, man. She insisted that we carry on as normal, but I said she was going to get jealous. Then what happens?" Tom gestures wide with his hands. "She says be 'normal', when 'normal' means fucking. How is that my fault?"

“How long have you two been having sex?” Miranda asked. She had to lift her head waaay back and look at the couple upside-down. Sure, it would have been easier to get up and turn around, but Miranda was still hatching a euphoric, post-coital scheme to just keep John’s cock inside her for the rest of her life.

“We’ve been seeing each other for two weeks now, though we only had one official ‘date’ so far,” Tom offered.

“And we didn’t have sex!” Nicole was still incredibly red in the face and occasionally tried to hide behind her hands. Tom's big hands rubbed up and down on her back. Nicole's volume dropped for the next part. “I mean, at least not until tonight.”

“I so think post-nut clarity is starting to kick in, so why don’t I grab some blankets?” Sarah offers, her legs slightly wobbling as she stands.

“Put the fan on would you?” Matt stretches, highlighting the sultry trail of pubic hair that originated at his belly-button and culminated at his dense, low bush.

“I’m gonna start grabbing some beers, anybody want one?” You try and withdraw from Miranda's comforting little fuck box, but she quickly stops you.

“Wait!” She gasps.

“What?”

“Just…” Miranda trailed off. She then met your gaze halfway. “Just wait one more second.”

“Miranda, I’ll stay in your pussy as long as you’ll have me.”

***

Everyone took a chance to take a breather from what will likely be the most sexually exhilarating night of their lives. With the exception of Sarah, who still had her busty breasts bouncing about, the women put their underwear on and opened up a bottle of pinot noir. Tom brought a fifth of scotch back downstairs and passed it between you and Matt. Surprising just about everyone but Sarah, Miranda pulled a fat joint out of her clutch and lit that up for the group. Funnily, Nicole was skittish about the presence of marijuana, even after everything that went down tonight. She was cool with it by the second time the joint was passed to her.

***

“You didn’t want to have Tom as your boyfriend because you were afraid of what I would think?” You ask, incredulous. “Why couldn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I know how much you don’t like him,” Nicole replied, before taking the tiniest of drags on the dwindling joint. Now that Nicole has mellowed out she’s finally able to look you in the eyes

Suddenly you feel the full, guilty weight for possibly alienating your best friend.

“I’m sorry, Nicole. Maybe I’ve been a little bit in my own head lately,” you admit. A squeeze comes from Miranda, reminding you that she’s holding your hand.

“Then what the hell with fucking Sarah and trying to fuck Miranda?” Matt chimes in, asking the real questions.

Tom raised his hands defensively. “Look, I told Nicole that she would be jealous with this ‘secret-open relationship’ that she wanted to have. I wanted to go exclusive with her, but there’s no convincing her.” Tom took a hit of weed and reflected a moment before wincing. “Maybe I was a little too worked up and took my frustrations out on Nicole a little. I’m sorry, Nicole.”

“Don’t be, I’m always pushing my horizons,” Sarah says, accepting the joint from Tom. She glanced down at Matt, who was lying with his head in her lap. “Besides, Matt now has a baseline example for what I like.”

“You wanna keep seeing me, huh?” Matt asks, grinning sleepily.

“Listen: I wanna keep fucking the occasional guy or girl. If you’re cool with joining in on that, then fuck yeah. I’ll keep you.” Sarah leans down and, locking her mouth around his, blows smoke into his lungs.

“Cool.” Smoke blows out from Matt's smile.

“It’s getting late,” Miranda notes.

“Everyone’s staying here tonight. No question.” Sarah proclaims this as law. She passes you the joint, and you offer it first to Miranda. She declines with a wave, so you finish off the last of the roach. “Why don’t you and John take the guest bed tonight?”

“Hey,” you direct to Nicole, exhaling. “Are we cool?”

“Of course we are! You’re my best friend.” It’s good to see Nicole smile, free from the secrecy.

When you and Miranda get up to retire for the evening, Nicole and Tom also rise up. Nicole hugs you before hugging Miranda. While the ladies are distracted, Tom leans in to your ear.

“John,” he says. “You still a bitch.”

“If you hurt her, then I'll vague threat,” you respond. Pulling away, you two fist bump.

Sarah sets up Nicole and Tom on the pull-out couch (which, ironically, hosted several acts where no one pulled out). As she drags the drowsy Matt up the stairs, Sarah joins you with Miranda.

“Everyone’s coupled up now, huh?” she asks. Down the stairs behind you the sounds of Nicole and Tom's fresh exertions are beginning to pick up volume.

“Well, I came here tonight to kick ass and rope up John,” Miranda says, coyly, before winking. “And I’m all out of ass.”

“Never.” You give her booty a meaty thwapp, wiggling the still-lodged jewel of the butt plug.

Sarah pulls the stupefied Matt into the master bedroom and sets him on the bed. She waves at you two.

“See you in the morning, lovebirds. If you can’t figure out where towels live or how showers work, maybe you shouldn’t be in civilization. Oh, be a peach and close the door. Unless, of course you want to listen?”

You defer with a look to Miranda, who pops her eyebrows with a trickster grin as she leads you down the hall.

“Are you awake enough for some anal play, Matt?” Sarah cooed.

“I don’t think... I can get no more... harder no more today...” he mumbled, sleepy.

“I meant your anus.”

“What?” Matt sounded awake now.

You take Miranda to the guest bedroom, but she hesitates at the threshold.

“Everything okay?” you ask. Without even intending, your hand reaches out and caresses Miranda's cheek.

“Yes. Oh, god yes, John.” Miranda turns to suck on your thumb for a quick nibble. “As cheesy as it sounds, I don’t want this moment to end. I want it to last forever in my memory, always perfect. Even if it’s mostly the intoxication and sexual endorphins, I still bagged my man.”

“Who says this moment has to end?” You ask, and pull her to you. Joined together, you two melt like chocolate puzzle pieces on a hot day.

Her soft body under your fingers, your renewed and hard cock against her pelvis, you swing the door closed.