Cacophonous Melody Episode 25
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Drake couldn’t understand why his front tail was acting on its own accord, moving to places it should never be.
All he wanted was to make her keep quiet and wait for Patricia to go to bed before she left his house, he never expected she’d be most uncooperative and make attempt to open the door, when she knew Patricia was right in the sitting room.
“Why didn’t I allow Patricia see her in the sitting room? What will I explain I was doing in the guest room with her that made me tell that lie that I was still in the village” he thought as he rushed to pull her back with so much desperation.
But as he tried to pull her back, she kept struggling to free herself from his hold, making her soft body massage his poor small man and his entire body frame to feel the softness of her skin.
Her enchanting body spray wasn’t helping matters for pōor Drake, because while he was trying to focus on pulling her away from the door, his phàllus was being told what to think by her buttôcks that carressed it so tenderly and his nostrils kept taking in her sweet smēll.
Drake was shocked to notice that he was already having a hàrd on, while he was trying to do something else, and couldn’t understand how his propagator seemed to want to break loose from the light brief he was wearing, as it found its way in between her thighs that were completely bare, since her bum short only covered a small portion of her buttôcks
He took advantage of the time she paused to push her away from the door, and she fell on the bed, flinging her legs so carelessly apart that he saw things he was better off not seeing in his state.
He knelt in front of her, when he noticed that she was getting off the bed again.
“Please Samantha, for the sake of all the times I stood by you when you were having issues with Bruce, please do not kïll my relationship with the woman I love.
“I was only trying to save my relationship when I told her I wasn’t home, I knew she wouldn’t like to see you in my house like this”he was saying
“Oh! Mind telling me why she wouldn’t like to see me? No, don’t, I will make a guess; she knows you’ll be like this if you see something good and natural, right?” She asked him, pointing at his awkwardly shaped brief
“What! This is…” He was saying, but trailed off in embàrrassment, but shook his head and continued.
“Please help me with this, and I’ll forever be grateful to you. It’ll only be a little while before she goes to bed, and you’ll be able to go home. Please Samantha, remember that I have always been on your side, and I’ve always tried to see how your relationship with my friend worked out” Drake begged.
“Oh so you helped me to keep my relationship? No wonder he is with another and you could boldly tell me how beautiful you think she is.
“Please Drake, I need to go home and think of how to get Bruce out of the bottle he has been thrown into.
“Worry about your own relationship while I worry about mine. I didn’t ask you to tell lies to that fake and classless girl” Samantha said and moved to get out again.
Drake got up from his kneeling position and leapt towards her, pushing her roughly back on the bed.
She tried to knock off his hands and ended up stretching the scanty top she was wearing too much, that her bōõbs finally fell out.
Drake looked away, but grabbed her nonetheless, trying to hold her down on the bed.
She continued to wriggle, asking him to leave her alone all the while.
Drake was angry with her, but was more angry with his phàllus that had become so unreasonable that it didn’t known that it wasn’t the time to point anywhere.
He had successfully restrained her to the bed, but in a position that made it so difficult for him to reason properly again.
Her succulent and youthful breãst were rubbing dangerously on his bare chest, and her terribly short bum short seemed to have ridden so high that it created room for his now out of control phàllus to glide between her thighs with each move she made.
“Dear Lord, what did I get myself into?” he asked himself, as the very last fiber of self control seeped out of him.
“What are you doing? What is wrong with you?” Samantha asked him weakly when he began to massage her brêasts.
“Doing exactly what you want me to do” he said, sealing her mouth with his as he placed himself firmly over her body.
“Stop Drake, okay I’m sorry, I won’t do it again” she said, but doing nothing to actually make him stop, because he was already crashing her world with the way he suckled on one of the knôckers that found it’s way to his mouth.
“Oh keep quiet Jezebel!” Drake said in a voice so husky, even he, didn’t recognize it.
He drew off her bum short in one full swing, and let his hand return to massaging the breãsts that were so full and soft. His propagator was throbbing painfully as it grazed over the gateway to bliss.
“Please stop this Drake, I’m begging you” Samantha said in a whisper, seeming to be losing her voice completely, as he continued to do the things he was doing to her.
“I begged you Samantha, I asked you to help me, but you’re obviously my doom. And now, if I perish, I perish!” He told her, and held each of her hands with his, pulling them up above her head, to form a long letter ‘I’, while his already positioned front tail began to grope again, as he moved his waist in an anticlockwise row.
The tip of his pointer didn’t need much guidance to it’s destination, because it was already so wet and inviting.
“Drake!” She screàmed as he made a forceful entry that filled her up completely, and before you say Jack, Drake was already thrûsting in and out, cursing the day he set his eyes on Samantha.
“This is want you wanted right? You have always wanted to make me so bãd I’ll not be able look her in the eyes again, right?” he asked her, going so rough and hard on her.
Samantha was completely shocked to see him go totally crãzy that he clamped down on her like he did because all she wanted at the point she understood that she could get Patricia to feel some pains, was to walk out, and make her assume whatever she wanted, and if possible, quit her relationship with Drake too.
She hàted the fact that her own relationship flopped, while Patricia’s flourished, making it like she lost her own because she never dressed as clumsily as Patricia.
But never did she imagine that Drake who was so close to Bruce would ever get down with her like he was doing.
“But why does this feel so good? Why does he fill me so much and rides so well?
“Why does he have to be so good in bed dear Lord? He is Bruce’s friend for crying out loud” Samantha thought, not realizing that her feelings were getting expressed.
“Why the fvck does she möan this way? Oh shît, what have I gotten myself into?” Drake asked himself as her moàns began to make his pleasure heighten.
When they began to kiss each other like long lost lovers, as they tore at each other, Drake didn’t know, but when he recalled that he planned for her to leave when Patricia went to bed, it was close to dawn, and they had gone down a couple of times.
He looked at himself in disappointment and disgust, but nothing he did took away the guilt in the fact that he had had sëx with his best friend’s estranged girlfriend, and worst still, that he was craving for her still.
Drake tried to sleep, seeing that Samantha was already asleep, and it wasn’t possible for her to leave at that time.
“I’ll have to let her stay here until Patricia leaves for work later. I will think of what to do later” he told himself and tried to sleep, but Samantha was stretching and squirming in her sleep, entrapping him once again.
“I have always known that this girl got some assets, but I never knew they’d feel this way” he thought as he allowed her roll so close that her bare buttôcks were rolling over his àngrily pointing front tail again.
“I’ll think of what to do later. I have already done it after all” he told himself, when he pounced on her tentatively for the fifth time that night.
Patricia woke up the next morning feeling very worried. She knew something was wrong, but couldn’t place her finger on it.
“Maybe it’s because his phone has remained strangely unreachable. It’s going to be okay” she told herself, as she prepared to go to work.
She dialed his number for the fifth time that morning and just like before, it was unreachable, then she helped herself out of the house and locked the apartment before she drove off.
“Don’t! Don’t you speak to me! You’re a hypocrite Drake. All along, you have been dyïng to sleep with me, and you kept lying to yourself that you were helping me stay with Bruce.
“No wonder you wanted me to believe that the trash he has is good enough for him, so you can have me for yourself.
“Yet, you kept acting like you were his friend. You’re a monstèr Drake, taking advantage of me in my vulnerable state, just because I ran to you for help” she screamed at him, when the woke up and tried to lecture her for being a bãd girl.
“Pray Samantha, pray that this guilt of tasting he forbidden fruit doesn’t hūrt the good thing I have going with the woman I love.
“Pray that it doesn’t affect my relationship with my best friend, because you won’t like what will happen if I post the people that matters to me, because of you” he told her before she stormed out of the guest room, forcing himself successfully, to resist the urge to touch a part of her brêast that was popping out of her dress.
Samantha left his apartment almost immediately, her emotions a complete mess.
TO Be Continued
