Your strength fails you.

There’s no time to react, Megan’s play sends you over the edge. With all the teasing, your cock is more than ready to burst. Your balls tighten and pulse, as they send a sensational wave of spurting hot semen flying out of your cock hole. You have never spurted this much from masturbation.

You’re extremely embarrassed that you have not only glazed the front of Stacy’s shirt and jeans, but also your stomach, in the biggest orgasm of your life. Stacy is in absolute shock and hurriedly runs out of the room. Megan carefully cleans your stomach and cock with her silky tongue. Afterwards she curls up, falling asleep, and oddly reminding you of a cat.

You find a towel and dry off. You search for your clothing, only to find they are not yet dry. You search Megan’s bedroom and pick out some of her husband’s clothes to wear. You wonder where Stacy is, as you know that you must talk to her soon. You look in the kitchen, the garage, the bathrooms, the livingroom, the diningroom, and finally you reach her bedroom. You see her huddled in a ball, sobbing softly. Sadness overwhelms you as you watch the sorrowful site.