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Anne a story for a long masturbation session MF”Anne, thank you,” she said, slowly sitting up on the bed. “How’s your back?” “A bit better,” she said, pouring syrup on her pancakes. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” “That’s so sweet of you,” she said, taking my hand and squeezing it. “Could you draw a bath for me, please? I think some warm water would help.” “I’d be glad to,” I said, heading to the bathroom and turning on the faucets. The tub was huge, and would take a while to fill, so I headedback to the kitchen and had a couple of pancakes and the last sausage for breakfast. Afterwards, I looked in on Mia again and checked the tub. It was only half full. Mia was done with breakfast, so I tookthe tray back to the kitchen and did the dishes. By the time I wasdone, the tub was nearly full. I helped her from the bed to thebathroom, seeing her wince as she lowered herself into the tub. Shepicked up the soap and began washing herself. “Let me do that for you,” I said, taking the bar from her hands and lathering her creamy skin. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said. “I remember what we did last night.” “You do?” I froze, soap in hand. “Yes,” she said. Anne “That he did,” Mia said. “Why don’t you join me? There’s plenty of room.” “Okay,” I said, putting down the soap. I pulled my nightie off over myhead and slipped off the sheer panties, gingerly dipping my toe in the water, testing the temperature. It was nice and warm, not too hot, andI settled in across from Mia. “Kiss me,” she said, leaning forward, pressing her lips against mine. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered my breasts. I reached for hers, running my fingers over her slippery nipples. She moaned as we kissed, and I felt her hands moving lower, down my body, restingbetween my legs. “I need to shave again,” I said. “Let me do that for you, sweetie,” she said. Mia had me sit on theedge of the tub, spraying shaving cream on my cleft, carefully removingthe light stubble on my mons and labia with a disposable razor. Shedid it slowly, gently, careful not to nick my most delicate parts. Miasplashed water on my sex, rinsing off the remnants of shaving creamfrom my pussy. “Thank you,” I said. “Would you do me?” she asked. “I want to surprise Frank.” “I’d love to,” I said. I helped her up on the edge of the big black marble tub and spread shaving cream over her mound and cleft, shaving her as carefully as she’d done for me, rinsing the hair off when I was done. She looked beautiful, naked, clean. I leaned forward and kissedher bare mons, making her gasp with delight. Mia had trouble seeing over her swollen belly, so I held up a shaving mirror so she could lookat the reflection of her newly shorn sex. “This is going to itch, isn’t it?” she asked me. “Not if you moisturize,” I said. “That’s the fun part.” We laughed, rinsed off our soapy skin, and emerged from the tub, gently drying off each other. Then we climbed into her bed with a bottle of skin lotion,rubbing the moisturizer into each other’s newly shaven parts. Itturned into more than just the application of lotion, though, muchmore. Our busy fingers sought out each other’s secret pearl, softvoices singing a duet of pleasure. “I’m going to love having you around, Annie,” Mia whispered as I rubbedlotion into her big round belly and swollen breasts. “Especially when the baby is born.” “I don’t know if I’ll be here for that,” I said. “What do you mean?” “I mean I’ve decided to stay in Boston, at least until this summer.” “Why? You know we’d love to have you move in right away.” “I know, and I appreciate that, but I’m going to go to a very good school up in Boston, one that will help me get into a good college. I missed a whole year of classes and I think I should make up for it.” “This school is that good?” Mia asked. “It is,” I replied. “Forty percent of its graduates go on to the Ivy League.” “That is good,” Mia said. “The schools here are okay, but I would loveto have the k**s to go to a private school. I wish we could afford that.” “So you understand?” “I do,” Mia said, kissing me on the forehead. “You’re a bright young girl and it’s good that you’re thinking of your future. You can spend the summer with us. We’ll have fun. By then we should be in a bigger house with a swimming pool.” “Thanks,” I said, kissing her on the lips. “Does your father know?” “I haven’t told him what I’ve decided yet.” “He’s going to be upset,” Mia said. “I’ll break it to him gently,” I said. “We’re going camping tomorrow, and I think I’ll tell him then.” “Right, camping,” she said. “I hope you have fun. I never cared for sleeping in the open.” “I’ve never been camping,” I said, “except for one night in thebackyard in Maine with my stepbrothers.” “That must have been fun, the three of you in a tent, right?” “It was,” I said. “Tell me, did you sleep with your stepfather, too?” I’d told Mia aboutmaking love with my stepbrothers, so I guess she drew her own conclusions. “Yes, I did. After my mother died, he was so sad…” “Poor baby,” Mia said, putting her arm around me and drawing me closeto her warm body. “Annie, I have to ask you something.” “Anything,” I said. I felt so close to her then. “Have you done anything with David?” “Yes,” I replied. I couldn’t lie to her. “And Dana?” “Yes,” I said. “You must think I’m horrible.” “No, Anne. I don’t.” Mia held me tight, her lips on my neck, mycheek, nibbling my ear. “You’re just like your father, insatiable. Before we were married we lived in an awful little apartment in Tempe,near the university. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me, all day,every day, from the moment he woke up until just before we went tosleep. Five, six times a day, easily. Sometimes I’d catch him in thebathroom, jerking off on the toilet with a magazine in his lap. Hecouldn’t help himself. It was like he was wired that way, alwayshorny, always erect. We couldn’t drive an hour without him having topull over so I could suck him. I was almost happy when he got mepregnant, at least at first. I could get some work done without havinghim come into my office and take me on the couch.” “And I’m my father’s daughter,” I said. “You are your father’s daughter,” Mia said. We kissed again, our tongues meeting, sparring, tip swirling over tip. I heard footsteps inthe hall and suddenly the door opened. A young woman in a plain light blue uniform dress with a white apron stood in the doorway, fresh linenin her hand. “Excuse me,” she said. “Sorry Senora Mercer, sorry, sorry.” The housekeeper blushed and backed out of the room as we burst outlaughing. “I guess I should get up,” Mia said, reaching for her robe. “In five minutes every housekeeper in the neighborhood will know what she saw.” Mia moved slowly, carefully, but I could tell her back was better; she wasn’t wincing from the pain. I climbed out of bed and grabbed my nightie from the bathroom, not bothering to put it on again. The housekeeper had already seen menaked in bed with Mia. There was no point. I walked into Dana’s roomto get dressed and there she was, the housekeeper, changing the sheetson Dana’s bed. She turned and looked me up and down, smiling. “Como se llama?” I asked her. “Maria,” she replied. She was young, barely past eighteen, short and slightly plump, but pretty, very pretty, with big brown eyes, high cheekbones, and long dark hair braided into a single thick pigtail. “Maria, me llamo Anne,” I said, extending my hand. She took it and gently squeezed it. “Anita,” she said. “Maria, no hable de este, por favor,” I said in my broken Spanish, tilting my head in the direction of Mia’s bedroom. “I will not talk of that to anyone,” she said. “I promise you.” “Thank you,” I said, gently squeezing her arm. “De nada,” she replied, heading into David’s room to change his sheets.I got dressed, sweatshirt and sweatpants, and headed into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. Mia had a meeting with a client that day, and had to take Dana to dance class, so I was on my own until the afternoon, nothing to do except walk the dog. I decided to spend the morning at the clubhouse, swimming in the pool, so I put on my string bikini, wearing my denim miniskirt and a white peasant blouse overthat. The pool was empty, as I’d expected on a weekday morning. I tied my hair back into a ponytail, swam a few laps, took a dive off the high board, and then settled down on one of the lounge chairs to read. It was cool outside, mid-sixties, but much warmer inside the pool house with the bright Arizona sun shining through the glass walls andceiling. I heard footsteps and looked up from my book, seeing an older man in a short yellow terrycloth robe and flip-flops enter the pool house. He doffed his robe, placing it on a chair on the other side of the pool from where I was lying, and dove into the water, swimming the length ofthe pool, back and forth, touching the edge and kicking off from the side, reversing his direction. I went returned to my reading — I was half way through _Fear of Flying_ — and a few minutes later heemerged, water dripping from his skin, matting his graying body hair. He picked up a towel and dried himself, sitting down when he was done. I glanced at him over my paperback. He was reading a magazine, lickinghis thumb to turn the pages. Late fifties, maybe early sixties, athick head of graying hair, broad barrel-shaped chest, a bit ofthickness at the waist, deeply tanned skin. I figured him for one ofthe retirees who owned about half of the homes here. Every so oftenhe’d glance over the top of his magazine at me and smile. “Water’s nice today,” he called out across the pool. “Yes, it is.” “Aren’t you going in?” “I just got out,” I said, swinging my head so he could see my wet ponytail. “I’ll bet you’re a good swimmer,” he said. “I’m okay, I guess.” “I’ll bet I could beat you.” “Beat me?” “In a race,” he chuckled. “Oh, a race,” I said. “I thought you meant with your fists.” “Heh, no. How about it? Loser buys lunch?” I thought about it for a moment; I was hungry, and I hadn’t had time toeat a proper meal after getting the k**s ready for school and making breakfast in bed for Mia. He was a good swimmer, but not as fast asme. What the hell, all I had to lose was a few bucks for a sandwich atthe clubhouse cafe. “You’re on,” I said, putting my book aside. We walked to the end ofthe pool, opposite the side with the diving boards. “Jack,” he said, extending his hand. “Anne,” I said, taking his hand and shaking it. “Four laps, back and forth.” “Sounds good,” I said. I stretched my arms and legs and took a deep breath, standing at the edge of the pool, my toes curled over the side.”Ready?” “Ready,” I replied. “Set…go!” He dived into the pool, and I followed him a split-second later. Jack had a two yard lead on me, but I closed the gap after the first lap. I was a faster swimmer, but he had a powerful kick, and we were neck-and-neck for the first two laps. By the end of the third, though, I’d pulled away, and I finished the final lap a good six or seven seconds before he did. We clung to the side of the pool,catching our breath, and he held out his hand again. “Congratulations,” he said. “You’re an excellent swimmer.” “Thank you,” I said, climbing out of the pool. He followed me up the steel ladder. “Guess I owe you lunch.” “That’s okay,” I said. “You don’t have to.” “Please, I always keep my word,” Jack said. “Besides, I think dining with a gorgeous girl like you should be my consolation prize.” “Well, okay,” I said, blushing. “You can buy me a burger at the cafe.””Deal,” he said. We dried off and headed for the snack bar, but it wasclosed, a sign on the door saying that it was only open Friday through Sunday. The thought of a nice juicy hamburger made my stomach growl. “Tell you what,” Jack said. “Let’s go back to my place and I’ll whip something up, okay?” “Sure,” I said. Jack wrapped his robe around my shoulders and wewalked a few blocks to his house, one of the newer ones. It wassparsely furnished, as if he’d just moved in. There was a backhoe andother construction equipment in the back yard, and a deep gash in thelawn. “I’m having a pool installed,” Jack said, opening the refrigerator and peering inside, pulling out a plastic container. “Hope you don’t mind potato soup. I’m on a bland diet because of my ulcers.” “No, that’s fine,” I said. “Would you mind if I used your shower? They put too much chlorine in that pool.” “Not at all, not at all,” he said. “Bathroom’s upstairs, there should be fresh towels in the hall closet. Make yourself at home, Anne.” “Thanks,” I said, heading upstairs. The bathroom was a room off of hisbedroom, also barely furnished, not much more than a bed, a dresser,and a small night stand. I was surprised to see that he had awaterbed. Carrie, Bradley and Helen’s daughter, had one as well, butafter she moved in with her boyfriend in New York, Helen had itdismantled and replaced with a queen-sized mattress and box spring. Itleaked, and was just too much trouble to maintain. I sat on Jack’sbed, feeling it undulate beneath my bottom. After a quick shower, I put on my blouse and skirt, though I’dforgotten to bring panties to wear. Guess I’ll just have to keep mylegs crossed, I thought to myself. I headed back downstairs to thekitchen. Jack was stirring the soup with a wooden spoon. “Where can I put my wet suit?” I asked him. “There’s a chair on the patio,” he replied. “Just put it next tomine.” “Thanks,” I said, heading out to the back yard. I laid my wet bikinion a painted wooden deck chair, next to his wet swim trunks and wentback inside. “Just about ready,” he said. There were two places set at the kitchen table, hand-painted ceramic bowls, a loaf of black bread, and a tub of margarine. I sat down and Jack ladled the soup into my bowl. “Smells good,” I said. “Thanks,” Jack replied. “Made it myself. Help yourself to somebread.” The soup was good, though just a bit bland. Jack talked about how he loved spicy food, and how hard it had been to give it up, even harder than it had been to stop smoking. He offered me a glass of white wine,something he wasn’t supposed to have himself, but a half glass a daywas his only transgression. “So, you’re retired?” I asked him. “Semi-retired.” “What do you do?” “I’m a producer,” Jack said. “Movies. I own a production company in LA, Jalapeno Films.” “What kind of movies?” I asked him. “You don’t want to know.” “Tell me,” I said. “Adult movies,” Jack said, sounding slightly embarrassed. “You know, porno.” “Wow, cool,” I said. “I made a movie once.” “You did?” “Yeah, last year,” I replied. “But the guy got busted.” “You made a…?” I thought Jack was going to choke on his bread. “It was supposed to be called ‘Punk Rock Hookers’.” “No shit,” Jack said, looking at me with a different expression. “Whatwas it, soft core?” “Soft core?” “You know, simulated sex, no hard cocks, no close-up beaver shots.” “No, this was real,” I said. “Me and two boys. They played in a punk band and I was sort of a groupie type. That’s why it was called ‘Punk Rock Hookers’.” I finished my soup and took a sip of wine. “And this guy who made it, he got busted?” “Yeah, Cecil his name was,” I said. “He tried to edit it at school. He was a grad student.” “Dumbass,” Jack muttered. “How old were you?” “f******n.” “No wonder,” he said. “When was this?” “Last year.” “You’re only fifteen?” “Yes,” I said. “How old did you think I was?” “I don’t know, s*******n? Eighteen?” “Nope,” I said. “How old are you?” “Fifty-nine,” Jack said. “Married?” “Divorced.” “Sorry,” I said. “Yeah, it was pretty tough,” he replied. “She caught me in my office with one of my actresses, Amber O’Toole. Not her real name, ofcourse.” “That’s a shame,” I said. “Eh, what can you do, right?” “So, do you have any of your movies here?,” I said. “I’d love to see one.” “You’re a bit young for that sort of thing, don’t you think?” “I did star in one,” I said. “I wouldn’t feel right…” “Please?” I said, giving him my best pleading look, eyes wide, lips setin a pout, head tilted just so. “Okay, fine,” he relented. “Let me clean up the dishes first.” “I’ll do that,” I said. “You can set up the projector or whatever it is.” “Video,” Jack said, getting up from the table. “It’s all going onvideo these days. Used to be we’d run through forty, fifty thousanddollars worth of film stock, and spend just as much at the lab, gettingit developed, color corrected, printed. Now we spend a fraction ofthat amount on tape.” He left the kitchen, heading for the livingroom. I heard the sound of a television being turned on, thehigh-pitched whine of the picture tube warming up, white noise as hetuned to an unused channel, the clunk of a video cassette slipping intothe player. I washed our lunch dishes and joined him on the couch,handing him his wine glass. “Ready?” Jack said. “Yes.” “Here we go,” he said, pressing a button on a small device that was connected to the videotape recorder by a long black cable. The tape deck was just like the one Cecil had bought, with the word “U-MATIC” insilver letters on the door that covered the tape slot. The player whirred to life, and multi-colored bars appeared on the screen, a high-pitched tone coming from the two speakers that flanked the large-screentelevision. Jack hit another button and fast-forwarded to thebeginning of the movie. “What are those things on the bottom of the picture?” I asked him. There was a series of numbers superimposed on the bottom of the screen,separated by colons, the last couple of digits moving so fast that I couldn’t read them. “Time code,” Jack replied. “Hours, minutes, seconds, frames. It’s howwe catalog the footage and mark the edit points.” “Oh, I see.” “Here it comes,” he said, pressing the play button on the remote. There was a shot of a woman on a couch, reading a paperback, with thewords “HORNY HOUSEWIFE XII” splashed across the screen in big yellowletters. The woman was gorgeous, with long platinum blonde hair, andenormous breasts that spilled out of her skimpy dress. “Here’s myname,” Jack said, as the title changed to “PRODUCED BY JACK HOFF”. “That’s your name?,” I asked him. “Jack Hoff?” “It’s really ‘Hoffman’,” he said. “I changed it.” “That’s really funny.” His name faded out, replaced by “STARRING AMBERO’TOOLE”. “So that’s her?” I asked him. “Yep.” “She’s beautiful. Why isn’t she a star?” “She is a star, Anne.” “You know what I mean,” I said. “Why isn’t she starring in a non-adult film?” Jack said. “Keepwatching and you’ll find out.” The credits ended and the wah-wahguitar soundtrack faded into the background. There was the soft chimeof a doorbell and Amber put her book down to answer the door. A tallyoung man in a grimy pair of overalls stood in the doorway, holding atoolbox. “Did you call for a plumber, ma’am?” he said, sounding like he was reading his lines from a card offstage. “Yeah, come on in,” she replied. As soon as she opened her mouth and spoke, I knew why she’d never do anything but porn movies. Amber had asqueaky, high-pitched voice and a thick Boston accent, pronouncing the word “on” like “ahwn”, and adding an “W” to the end of “Yeah,stretching it into two syllables: “Ye-ahw”. “I see what you mean,” I said to Jack. “It’s not like she didn’t try,” he said. “She had a voice coach and everything.” We sat and sipped our wine as the movie rolled on, watching as the man,played by Billy Long, followed Amber into the kitchen, stuck his head under the sink, taking no longer than ten seconds to fix her pipes. Then it was her turn to fix his pipe. She wasted no time in stripping off his uniform and sinking to her knees, taking his huge cock in her mouth, moaning as she hungrily sucked his member. He reached down and freed her ample bosom from her dress, kneading her tits with his hands.Soon she was d****d across the kitchen table while he pounded her snatch, making her breasts jiggle like Jello brand gelatin dessert. I’d seen a few porn movies before, grainy 8mm films that Cecil hadshown me, as well as some better produced 16mm films that Bradley hadbrought home to watch with Helen and me in their bedroom. They all hada certain sameness to them, bad acting, cheesy dialogue, and the sex,which was the whole point of these movies, had a mechanical quality toit, as if the whole film could be reduced to a close-up of a cockinside a cunt and it wouldn’t make much of a difference. Still, seeing Amber get pumped by Billy on the table had an effect on me, and I crossed and re-crossed my legs as I sat on the couch next to Jack, unable to keep from pressing my thighs together, feeling a hungergrowing in my belly. I could tell that Jack was sort of getting off, too, not so much from the movie, which he no doubt had seen many times,from shooting to editing, but from the fact that he was watching thisin the presence of a teenage girl, one who might have seemed innocenton the surface but had actually made a film like this once. He kept glancing over at me as I watched the movie, his arm d****d across the back of the couch, barely inches from my shoulder. I reached back and took Jack’s hand, placing it on my shoulder and moving closer to him. He gently caressed my arm, moving his hand up tothe cap sleeve of my peasant blouse and tugging it off of my shoulder, his fingers lightly grazing my neck. I looked over at him and smiled, placing my hand on his bare thigh, running my fingers under the hem of his short terrycloth robe. “You like the movie?” he asked me. “Yes, I do,” I said, slowly moving my hand higher until I felt the tip of his semi-erect penis laying along his hairy thigh. My fingersdanced over his shaft and he began to stiffen. Jack reached down anduntied his robe. “Damn, you’re huge,” I said, seeing his cock for the first time. Andhe wasn’t even fully erect. Jack’s cock was long, thick, circumcised,with a fat mushroom head. “That’s how I broke into this business,” Jack said. “You starred in these movies?” “Years ago,” he replied. “Got out of the Navy in ’46, couldn’t find work. I answered an ad in the paper and that was that. Would you liketo see one of my old movies?” “Yes, please.” “Be back in a second,” he said, getting up from the couch and rummagingthrough a hall closet. He brought out a box of tapes, stopping Amber and Billy in mid-thrust and ejecting their tape. He slotted a new one,and hit the play button. “I had some of my old loops transferred to tape,” Jack said, shrugging off his robe. His huge cock bobbed in front of him as he walked backto the couch and sat down. I took off my top and slipped out of myskirt, sitting next to him again and stroking his thick, veiny shaftwhile I watched the film begin. Jack put his arm around me again, hishand resting on my breast. They were old films, grainy black and white, with streaks and spotsthat zipped up the screen. No credits, no soundtrack, no dialog, justa young Jack and a woman with a bobbed hairdo on a bed. Her breasts looked pointy, as if they’d been molded in that shape by one of those old bullet-shaped bras. Jack played with her breasts for a minute and then she leaned into his crotch and began to suck his cock. “Margaret Del Rio,” Jack said, a distant look on his face. “Used to date President Reagan, she did.” “Wow,” I said, trying to picture her with the pompadoured ex-actor. Her bobbed head bobbed up and down in Jack’s lap, and then he pushedher on her back and mounted her. It was hard to see what was going on,and the camera didn’t zoom in for a genital close-up, but I could seeshe was having a good time as Jack pounded her hairy snatch. At leastshe was acting like she was enjoying it. “Damn, she was a vixen,” Jack said wistfully. “She must be seventy years old now.” I gently squeezed his cock and leaned over, kissingthe tip of his fat glans, keeping one eye on the television screen. Jack gasped as I tried to engulf his penis with my mouth, caressing myback as I began to suck him. I began to moan like Amber had, just because I thought it was somethingJack expected. He must have liked it, because I could feel him startto twitch in my mouth, his big hairy balls contracting in my hand as I cupped and fondled them. His breathing grew heavier and I heard him groan as he began to erupt in my mouth. Expecting a huge amount of semen, I clamped my lips around his throbbing organ, swirling my tongueover his fat cockhead, but after a couple of hot spurts of cum there were just a few dribbles. He began to soften almost immediately, and after I cleaned him with my tongue I released him from my lips, lettinghis softening penis fall to his thigh. “I wish I was forty years younger,” Jack said, holding me close. “I like you the way you are,” I said, running my hand over the greyhair that covered his chest. “Sweet of you to say that,” he said, kissing me on the cheek. halkalı escort “Youlike older men?” “Older, younger, I don’t care,” I said. “You were handsome back then, and I think you’re really handsome now.” I watched his younger self onthe video, pounding Miss Del Rio from behind, pulling out of her pussy so she could suck him to completion, jerking his cock until he spurted his seed all over her pointy knockers. “Would you like to go upstairs?” Jack said. “I’d really like that.” He stood up and led me by the hand, up to hisbedroom. “Let me look at you, sweetheart,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood before him, letting him touch me, his hands roaming over my breasts and belly, my bottom and thighs, his fingers grazing my freshly shaved cunny. Finally, Jack leaned forward and kissed mytummy, cupping my bottom in his hands. I ran my fingers through histhick grey hair, enjoying the way he touched me. “Lay down for me, Anne,” he whispered. I climbed into bed next to him,laying my head on his pillow. He hovered over me, kissing me on the lips for the first time. I expected him to be aggressive with his tongue, but he wasn’t, and I had to seek it out with my own. He broke off our kiss and brushed my blonde hair away from my neck, kissing me there, nibbling my earlobe, planting more kisses on my shoulder and my collarbone before lingering on my breasts, teasing my nipples with his lips, sending an electric sensation through me that shot straight to mysex. Jack’s lips began to shift lower on my body, over my ribs and belly, passing over my cleft to my knees and thighs. I spread my legs forhim, eager to feel him kiss me between my legs, but he teased me,kissing my belly and hip bones, then my thighs again, purposelyavoiding my hungry slit. “I hope you don’t have to be somewhere else,” Jack said. “It takes mea while to get hard again.” “That’s alright,” I said. “This is where I want to be right now.” “Just what I wanted to hear,” he said, smiling. Then he ducked hishead between my legs, kissing my nether lips, his tongue parting them, probing my cleft, seeking my moisture and teasing my pearl from its hooded lair. I squeezed his freckled shoulders as he began to lick me,and his tongue felt as long as his cock, filling me, pleasuring me, making me squirm on the rippling bed. I rocked my hips, feeling the waves move up my back and then down, reflecting off of the side of the waterbed. “Jack…yes…yes…,” I moaned, for real this time, not the simulated cries of an actress. He cupped my bottom and drew me closer, drinking from my chalice, his long, pointy tongue lashing my clit. A girl couldget used to this, I thought, closing my eyes and picturing myself onthe set of one of his movies, being taken by him on Amber’s kitchentable, with real lights, real cameras, professionals watching andfilming our every move instead of an amateur like Cecil. Jack began to lick me faster, squeezing my ass, his tongue curling intoa cylinder and pressing into my passage. I felt the tip rubbing thetop wall of my cunny, my special spot, that sensitive area that onlyfingers or cocks could reach. It was as if he knew about this, knewexactly what I wanted to feel, and I began to come, my whole bodyshaking, sending more ripples through the bed. He began to ravish mybutton again, pushing me off another peak, a second climax, and Irocked my hips back and forth, humping his expert tongue. I tugged athis shoulder, letting him know that I wanted to feel him inside me. Jack released his hold on my bottom, crawling up the bed and layingnext to me. “That was wonderful,” I whispered, running my hand over his chest, moving lower, down his belly, taking his flaccid cock in my hand and gently squeezing it. “I could tell you liked it,” Jack said, smiling and sticking out his tongue. I lunged for it, sucking it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it as if it was a penis. He pulled me on top of him, his hands stroking my back and bottom as we kissed. “Let me make you hard again,” I cooed. “I want to feel you inside me.””Give it a try,” he said. “It might take a while. I’m not a spring chicken anymore.” I slithered down his body like a snake, planting a trail of kissesevery couple of inches, curling up between his legs. First I gave thetip of his cock a tender kiss, gently lifting it and licking themuscular ridge on the underside, nuzzling his hairy balls, sucking theminto my mouth. Then I engulfed his soft penis in my mouth, all the wayto the base, something I wouldn’t have been able to do if he was hard. I felt him begin to stir and engorge, his blood flowing into hismember, making it beat in my mouth as if it had a heart. I swirled mytongue over his shaft, tracing every vein and bump, up to his fleshyglans. Jack let out a soft moan as he began to harden between my lips.I started stroking his shaft, bathing the tip of his cock with my tongue, cradling his heavy nuts in my fingers. When I probed his crackwith my fingertip, his hips began to move, sending slow ripples throughthe bed. He was halfway there, and I started to moan for him, letting him know how much I loved his cock, how much I desired him, wanted to please him, to feel him inside me. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Jack murmured. “We’re getting there.” He wasalmost fully erect but I didn’t stop sucking him, even though he was hard enough to enter me. I wanted to worship his thick pole some more,to moan as I swirled my tongue over his fat cockhead, to be his little porn star, not stopping until he was throbbing. Finally, I releasedhim from my mouth, giving his glans another kiss, moving up frombetween his legs to straddle his hips, rubbing the tip of his cock overmy wet labia. “Shit,” I said, just as I was about to guide him inside me. “What’s wrong?” “I’m not wearing my diaphragm,” I said. I was going to put it in afterI went swimming, and I hadn’t expected to meet someone at the pool. “Don’t worry,” he said, pressing upwards with his hips. “Vasectomy.” “Really?” “Yup, got snipped years ago,” he said. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in all day,” I said, slowly lowering myself on to his hard meat, feeling him enter me, open me, fill me. Jack reached up and cupped my breasts, flicking his thumbs over mystiff nipples. As I began to slide up and down on his pole, he held mybottom, guiding my rhythm, setting the pace of our coupling. He felt huge inside me, and even though I never really cared about the size ofa man’s penis, Jack’s mighty cock satisfied me in ways I’d never felt before. Almost immediately I felt that tingling in my belly, that heatbetween my legs, as his thick veiny shaft wormed in and out of myhungry cunny. I collapsed to his chest and swiveled my hips, stirring my honeypotwith his big stick, savoring the feeling of his fleshy cockheaddragging over my secret spot, the way the base of his shaft opened meat the bottom of every stroke. Jack caressed my back, moving his hipsin time with mine. The waterbed didn’t allow him much in the way ofleverage, so it was up to me to thrust for both of us. I didn’t mindthis at all. I wanted to keep it nice and slow, savoring the feelingof his wonderful tool inside me, wanting it to last forever. Even so, as I felt my pleasure begin to rise, I began to hump him faster, with shorter strokes, quicker movements, seeking just the rightcombination of speed and depth that would push me over the edge. Jack put his hands on my bottom again, squeezing my cheeks, urging me to speed up slightly. I began to move even faster, making our thighs slaptogether with every stroke. He began to twitch inside me, and I knewhe was getting close, so I closed my eyes and imagined a camera crewaround us, hot lights, the bedroom merely a set on a sound stage. Thatwas just what I needed to reach my climax, and I began to come, nearly screaming as his cock pumped my needy hole. Jack smiled as he heard mycries, guiding me up and down on his hardness, rocking his hips with each thrust, his fingers digging into my flesh. I thought he was close, but he wasn’t, and as I reached a second,higher peak of pleasure I clenched myself around his thick shaft,hoping to feel him spurt his seed inside me while I was still in thethroes of my orgasm, something I loved to feel. Jack gasped when hefelt my muscles contract, and I felt his cock begin to spasm in mypassage, a feeling of warmth spreading through my sex as his semengushed into my cleft. I felt him begin to soften as soon as he came,and I slowed my movements, hoping he wouldn’t slip out of me rightaway. I laid my head on his chest and let out a sigh, listening to hisbreathing and the beating of his heart. “Where’d you learn to do things like that?” Jack asked me, gently caressing my hair. “Things like what?” “That thing you did with your pussy, the squeezing thing,” he said. “And that blow-job you gave me. I never get hard that fast.” “I guess I’ve had some good teachers,” I said. “That squeezing thing Ilearned from a magazine, Cosmopolitan, I think. I used to practice it with a dildo.” Jack chuckled at that and kissed me on the cheek. His laughter made his cock slip out of me, so I rolled off of him and snuggled up against his warm body. “Some boy must be very lucky to have a sexy girlfriend like you,” Jack said. “I don’t have a boyfriend right now,” I said. “I did, but now he won’ttalk to me.” I realized that I still felt bitter over Brad’s silent treatment. “Sounds like a cad to me,” he said. “A bounder.” Now it was my turnto laugh. “Tell me, Jack,” I said, “do you think I could be in one of your moviessomeday?” “You don’t want to do that, Annie.” “Why not?” “It’s not that you’re not sexy. You are,” Jack said. “And it’s not that you’re not pretty. You’re very pretty. A beautiful young woman. But starring in one of my movies isn’t something you want to do. It’s not a choice you want to make. The girls I work with didn’t come to Hollywood to fuck for the camera in a rented house in the Valley. Theyall came to become starlets, singers, dancers, and not the exotic kind of dancing, either. Take Amber, for example. She couldn’t even get a spot on a feminine hygiene deodorant commercial, and it wasn’t for lackof trying. When I met her she was waiting tables at a chop house, downto her last fifty dollars, just about to take the bus back to CapeCod.” “Really?” “Yeah, and that’s not all. It’s hard work, demanding work, three hoursunder the lights to shoot enough footage for a ten minute segment, and that’s if nothing goes wrong. And Amber looks like she’s having fun, but she’s miserable, on camera and off. You know where she is right now?” “Where?” “She’s in detox, Anne, a private place in Palm Springs, her third thirty-day program in the last two years. Amber likes her pills, and she drinks like a fucking fish. Right before she ended up back indetox she got drunk on the set and threw up all over Tony Thicke’sschlong. Now his agent won’t even return my calls, which really screwsme over because I wanted to feature him with Amber, with Dani Lamour,with Tina Martin. The k**’s a real fucking machine and now his agentwouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “Hey, you and me both, k**.” Jack put his arm around me, giving me a gentle hug. “I know it sounds trite, but you should stay in school, goto a good college, get a decent job so you won’t have to earn a living on your back.” “That’s what I hope to do,” I said. “Good, that’s great,” he said. “How come I never saw you aroundbefore? Did you just move here?” “I’m just visiting,” I replied. “I live in Boston, but my father’shere with his family.” “I see, I see,” Jack said. “How long are you here for? I’d love tosee you again.” “I’d like that, but I go back on Sunday.” “Too bad,” Jack said, kissing my forehead. “I’m flying out to Palm Springs tomorrow to see Amber. She’s going to be released onSaturday.” “Well, I’ll be back, maybe for spring break, maybe this summer, too.” “Great,” Jack said, hugging me again. “Something to look forward to.” “Me, too,” I said, reaching for his flaccid penis and giving it agentle squeeze. “I’ve got to get back to the house.” “Yeah, just fuck me and run,” Jack laughed. I gave his cock another playful squeeze and kissed him on the lips before getting out of bed. My clothes were downstairs, on the floor by the living room couch. AsI stood up, I could feel Jack’s semen start to drip down my leg. “Damn,” I said, running to the bathroom for some toilet paper. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” “I forgot to wear panties when I left the house.” “You sound like a porn star already,” Jack said. “Here, I’ve got some for you.” I wiped his cum from my thigh and returned to the bedroom. Jack had opened a dresser drawer; it was filled with lingerie. “You wear these?” I said, pulling a tiny red heart-shaped g-string trimmed with white marabou from the drawer. I tried not to laugh as I pictured Jack in this frilly confection, his hairy balls hanging out ofthe tiny panties. “Jeez, Annie. You think that would fit me? No, this is Amber’s stuff.She stays out here with me sometimes.” “Wouldn’t she mind someone else wearing her undies?” I asked him. “Take what you want,” Jack said. “Hell, I bought it all for her. She won’t even notice what’s missing.” “Thanks,” I said. “I just need a pair of panties. I can bring them back later.” “Don’t worry about that,” he said. “Think of it as a souvenir.” I rummaged through the drawer, trying to find something that wasn’t ag- string or crotchless, neither of which would keep Jack’s semen from dripping down my leg as I walked home. I thought about putting my wet bikini bottoms on when I found something made of cotton at the bottomof the drawer. I pulled it out, and it wasn’t much more than ag-string, but the back was wider and there was enough coverage over thecrotch to suffice for my immediate needs. While Jack disappeared intothe bathroom to empty his bladder, I stepped into the tiny panties and pulled them up my thighs. The front covered about as much as a string bikini would, but the back was tiny, exposing my cheeks. I turned around and looked in the mirror on the closet door. “It’s a good look for you,” Jack said, patting my nearly bare bottom. “Amber called it a ‘thing’ or a ‘thong’ or something. Big in Brazil,she says.” “Feels weird,” I said. “She also calls it ‘butt floss’.” “I can see why.” There was a thin strip of material running between mycheeks, though not as thin as a g-string’s ribbon. Jack and I shared another kiss in front of the mirror and then we headed back downstairs.I got dressed, finished my wine, and grabbed my wet swim suit from thepatio, giving Jack one more kiss before I left. He pulled on his robe and saw me to the door, reaching into his pocket for his wallet and pulling out a card. “Listen, if you’re ever in L.A., give me a call,” he said. “We’ll havedinner or something, and I’ll take you on the set of one of my movies. You can see for yourself what a pain in the ass they are to shoot.” “Thanks, Jack,” I said, taking the card. “I hope everything goes well with Amber.” “Sweet of you to say that,” he said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek, a fatherly kiss, not the kiss of a lover. “Stay in school, Annie. Promise me that, willya?” “I promise.” I took his hand and squeezed it, heading down thewalkway, waving when I got to the sidewalk. I arrived home a few minutes later. Mia still wasn’t home, neither wasDana, but the door to David’s bedroom was closed. I headed into Dana’sbedroom, intending to change out of Amber’s thong, but by now I was getting used to the feeling of the thin strip of cotton between my cheeks, and there was something naughty about wearing tiny panties thatbelonged to a porn star. I kept them on and took my bathing suit into the bathroom, hanging it over the shower curtain pole. That’s when I heard it, a woman’s voice coming from David’s room. She was moaning, almost crying, repeating something over and over. Quietly, I slid open the door that led from the bathroom to his bedroomand peered through the gap. “Dios mio…Dios mio…Dios mio…” It was Maria, the housekeeper. She was tied to the David’s bed, spread-eagle, face down, a pillowunder her hips, her big round bottom jutting into the air. David wason top of her, pounding away at her pussy, his hard cock wrapped in alatex condom. I wondered if this was consensual, whether David wasreally r****g her, but she turned her head and I saw her expression. Her smile was unmistakable. “Si…David…si…chinga…chinga me…” Maria pronounced his name like “Da-veed”, and I knew enough Spanish to know what “chinga me” meant: “fuck me”. Sex, the universal language. “Take it, bitch,” David muttered, slamming into the housekeeper’s sex. She cried out, writhing underneath him, straining at the bonds thatheld her as she came. I could see this had a galvanic effect on David,and his thrusts got even harder, faster, until he buried himself insideher, his whole body stiffening as he filled the condom with his semen. He fell on to her back, kissing her neck as he caught his breath. Theylaid like this for a while and then he climbed off of her, untying her arms and legs. She rubbed the raw spots on her wrists where the ropes had dug into her skin. Maria leaned forward and kissed David, and then he did something that surprised me. He peeled the condom from his softening penis and gaveit to her. “Drink it,” he said. Maria smiled and emptied the contents of the rubber into her mouth, swishing his semen around before swallowing it. Then David leaned in and kissed her again, hard this time, locking lipswith her, squeezing her full breasts, his tongue making her cheekbulge. They broke off their kiss and she laughed, reaching down to thecarpet to collect her clothing. David laid on the bed and watched asthe housekeeper put on her underwear, tattered cotton panties and anold worn bra, her pantyhose and slip, her light blue uniform dress and starched white apron, and finally her white shoes. She gave David another kiss, on the cheek this time, and left his bedroom, humming to herself. I watched as David untied the ropes from his bed post and coiled them up, placing them in the bottom of one of his desk drawers. Then he pulled a magazine from under one of his pillows, the one that was all bondage pictures, and sat down on his bed, lighting a joint. I knockedon his door and opened it. “Wanna hit?” he said, offering the joint to me. “Sure, thanks,” I said, taking it from him as I sat down on his bed. “Where’d you go?” David asked. “I looked for you when I got home from school.” “I went swimming,” I said. “David, I have to tell you something.” “What is it?” “I saw what you were doing with Maria.” “You were spying on me?” “Sort of, yes,” I said, handing the joint back to him. “I thought you were, well…” “What?” “I thought you were r****g her,” I confessed. “I had to make sure.” “Me? r****g her?” David said, indignant. “That’s bullshit. Don’tyou know me better than that?” “Davy, I’ve only known you for a week,” I said, reaching for his hand. “I’m sorry.” “No, you don’t have to apologize,” he said, intertwining his fingers with mine. “I could see how you would think that.” “I’m glad you understand,” I said. “You liked tying her up, didn’t you?” “Yes,” David said, smiling sheepishly. “She came in with the laundry and caught me jerking off, and then one thing led to another…” “And she didn’t mind it when you tied her up?” “It was more her idea than mine,” David said. “She saw the magazine and…” “I see. Did you have a safe word?” “A what?” “A safe word,” I said. “A way for her to let you know that you’re hurting her or that she wants you to stop.” “No,” David replied. “I just figured she’d tell me.” “Okay, but promise me you’ll agree on one next time. Something other than ‘no’ or ‘stop’.” “Like what?” David asked. “What would be a good word?” “Something that has nothing at all to do with sex, like ‘chicken’ or ‘raspberry’.” “Chicken,” he laughed. “That’s a good one.” “It’s the word I used with Julia.” “Julia?” “A woman I knew in Maine,” I said. “We were lovers.” “Chicken,” he said again. We passed the joint back and forth andlooked at the magazine together. After we finished the weed, I gavehim a kiss and went to take the dog for a walk. When I returned, Mariawas mopping the kitchen floor, still humming to herself. As I hung upthe dog’s leash, I imagined her on all fours, naked, the dog’s blackleather collar around her neck. I pictured myself holding the leash,pulling her head between my legs and making her lick me while Davidtook her from behind. Maria saw me enter the kitchen, smiled, and wentback to her mopping. I thought about showing David how to torture her with pleasure, to bindher and keep her on the edge of her climax until she begged for her release, to make her come so hard she would pass out, just as Julia haddone for me. There wasn’t time, though. I had to get ready for my dinner with Krystle and her husband. As I headed back to Dana’s bedroom, I heard her and Mia coming through the front door. Miagreeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I got a big hug from Dana. She was wearing her black velvet leotard, white tights, and pinklegwarmers, her hair tied into two thick, curly pigtails. She lookedcute enough to eat. While Dana changed out of her dance clothes and sat down to do her homework, I took a shower and shampooed my hair. I’d already taken a bath with Mia after breakfast, spent the morning at the pool, had another shower at Jack’s place, and now I was in the shower again. Considering that I was visiting a city in the middle of a desert, I wasspending a lot of time under water. I wanted to look good for dinner, though, and there was the matter of Jack’s cum, still oozing from my cunny. I finished my shower quickly, dried my hair, and wrapped myselfin a towel. Dana was seated at her desk, a textbook open before her, writing notes on a spiral-bound pad. She looked up and smiled, and I gave her aquick kiss on the cheek before getting ready. I had an hour before Ihad to be at Krystle’s house, so I had to hurry. Dana closed her booksand watched as I dressed, helping me hook my lacy black bra and attachthe garter belt’s tabs to my stockings. I took my time with my makeup,wanting to look perfect for dinner with Krystle and her husband,knowing that they might have me for dessert. I slipped on the black sheath dress I’d worn to dinner the week before.Dana zipped up the dress and clasped the pearl necklace Helen hadgiven me, looking on as I put on my earrings, a gift from Julia, one ofthe few things I’d managed to keep my room mate at the foster home fromstealing. I put on a pair of black pumps and stood in front of the mirror, straightening the hem and straps of my dress. “You look beautiful,” Dana said. “Thank you, sweetie.” I gave her an air kiss, not wanting to smear my lipstick. Dana followed me out to the kitchen, where Mia was cooking dinner. “Stunning,” Mia said, “Absolutely stunning.” “Thanks,” I said. “How’s your back?” “Better, thank you.” Mia sat down at the table, and I could tell from her deliberate, slow movements that her back was still bothering her. “Maybe you should see a doctor or something.” “I’ll be fine,” she said, taking a sip of wine. “If it still bothers me tomorrow, I’ll see if I can get an appointment with mychiropractor.” “Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?” I asked her. “No, but thanks,” Mia said. “I’m going to lie down for a bit while theboulliabaise simmers. And Dana’s here to help me, right sweetie?” “Yes, Mommy,” Dana said, holding on to her stepmother’s hand andnodding eagerly. “Do you need a ride, Annie?” Mia said. “I can drive you to Krystle’s place.” “No, thanks,” I said. “It’s not far. I can walk.” “Call us if you need a ride back,” she said. “And have fun.” “I’m sure I will,” I said, leaning over to give Mia a light kiss on thecheek. I checked my makeup one last time in the mirror in the front hall, checking my purse to make sure I had my lipstick and keys, and left the house, stepping into the twilight. * * *Krystle greeted me at the door, welcoming me with a hug and a kiss, inviting me inside. Her hair was freshly styled, and she wore a lovelyblue silk cocktail dress, low cut, showing plenty of cleavage. Shetook my hand and ushered me into the living room. Her house was muchlarger than my father’s, and the furniture more expensive. She earnedmore than twice as much as my father, and it showed. “You look gorgeous, Anne,” Krystle said. “Thank you,” I replied. “So do you. That’s a beautiful dress.” “Thanks, hon. Steve should be down in a minute,” she said. taksim escort “Would youlike a drink?” “Please.” “We have soda, wine, whatever you like.” “What are you having?” I asked her. “Steve and I like a martini or two before dinner,” she said. “Wouldyou like one?” “I’ve never had a martini.” “Then you’re in for a treat,” Krystle said. “Miguel mixes the best martinis on the planet.” “Miguel?” “One of our servants,” she explained. “We employ a housekeeper and a cook, but I hire extra people when we have friends for dinner. I just don’t have the time to entertain, what with work and all.” Krystlewent to fetch Miguel, and I sat on the black leather couch, lookingaround the room. Everything looked new and shiny, but there was aglitzy quality to the furniture and knick-knacks, as if one was meantto know how expensive these things were. Helen’s house was alsoluxurious, but it was a subtle luxury, not gaudy like Krystle’s chromeand glass furnishings. “Here we go,” Krystle said, returning with Miguel, a tall, handsome young man in a short black waistcoat and perfectly pressed trousers. He set about the task of mixing a pitcher of martinis, adding gin andjust a hint of vermouth to a shaker filled with ice. He capped thedecanter and shook it vigorously, pouring the clear mixture into threemartini glasses, adding an olive to each. Just then Steve appeared,entering through the living-room’s double doors, dressed in a sharpblue suit. He was taller than my father, with closely-cropped red hairthat was starting to thin on top. Despite that, he was handsome, withclear hazel eyes and a cleft chin. “Anne, this is my husband, Steve,” Krystle said. “A pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending his hand for a shake. “The pleasure is mine,” I said. “Krys tells me that you’re quite good with computers,” Steve said, accepting a martini from Miguel. “I guess,” I replied. “I’d never touched one until the other day.” “Steve’s company makes those,” Krystle said. “Just the chips,” he said. “The parts inside, processor, memory, controllers. Here…” Steve picked up a lucite cube from the coffee table and handed it to me. Embedded within was a square black wafer. One side was covered with little gold pins. The other bore a white stencil with the name of Steve’s company and a series of tiny numbers. “That’s the brain of a computer,” he said. Steve took a seat in one ofthe leather armchairs, across from the couch. “Cool.” It was pretty neat, and I wanted to hear more. My curiosity had been piqued. “Don’t get him started, Annie,” Krystle said. “He can go on all night about these things. Try your martini, let me know if you like it.” She sat down on the couch next to me. I took a sip of my drink. It was strong but smooth, with aninteresting aftertaste, ever so slightly fruity. “It’s very good,” I said. I would have liked a glass of wine instead, but sipping this martini made me feel grown-up, sophisticated. “Don’t drink too fast,” Krystle said. “These go right to your head.” I took her advice and paced myself, taking small sips, one for everytwo of hers. Miguel mixed another round and then excused himself,bowing slightly before leaving us. Steve poured the second round, andwe made small talk while we waited for dinner to be served. In between listening to Krystle talk about the latest Paris fashions, Steve talking about the new plant his company was building in Malaysia,and answering their questions about Boston and the school I was goingto attend, I felt a distinct sexual tension in the room. Maybe it wasthe way Steve was looking at me, or perhaps the way Krystle placed herhand on my knee, squeezing it to punctuate what she was saying. I wasjust about to put my hand on hers when a maid entered the room. “Dinner is served, ma’am,” she said. She wore a formal maids’ uniform,not the skimpy, frothy French kind, like the servants who attended Bradley and Helen’s swing parties wore, rather a long, charcoal grey dress that came down above the knees, with a starched white apron tied around her neck and waist. The maid was buxom, slightly chubby, like Mia’s housekeeper, but her high cheekbones and copper-colored skin betrayed more than a hint of Native-American blood somewhere in her ancestry. “Thank you, Pilar,” Steve said. She bowed and left the room. “Shall we?” Krystle said. She stood up and held out her hand, leading me into the dining room. The table was the one piece of furniture I actually liked. A thick glass oval sat upon a curved pedestal carved from green-tinted granite,a welcome change from the chrome furniture in the living room. As I took my seat, a second maid emerged from the kitchen with a souptureen, ladling gazpacho into my bowl. I’d never had that before, andI took a small taste first. It was pretty good. After the soup there was a salad course, and then roast game hen. Miguel stood at attention while we ate and conversed, ready to refill awater glass or pour more wine. Dessert was served afterwards,chocolate mousse with freshly whipped cream, and coffee. As the maidscleared the table, we returned to the living room, where Miguel pouredsnifters of brandy, lighting Steve’s cigar with a gold lighter. “Bring me the tray Miguel,” Steve said to the servant. Miguel snapped to attention and left the room, returning with a silver tray which he placed on the coffee table. It held six even lines of white powder anda long chrome cylinder. “Would you like some coke, Annie?” Krystle asked. “Yes, please,” I said. Krystle held my hair back as I leaned over the coffee table and snorted one of the lines. I sat up and tilted my headback, feeling the rush spread through my whole body. “Oh my,” I said, passing the chrome straw to Krystle, my heart beating faster, a feeling of exhilaration coursing through my veins. “Oh my.” “Good stuff,” Steve said. “Peruvian flake.” Krystle did a line and handed the straw to Steve. He snorted one and passed it to me. As I did the second line, I could feel the first one start to drip down the back of my throat, numbing it. After wefinished the coke, Steve pulled a gold cigarette case from his jacket,pulling out a joint and lighting it. As good as the coke was, the potwas even better, sweet tasting, with an almost skunky odor. I took asip of brandy and felt a sheen of perspiration on my forehead. “You look hot, dear,” Krystle said. “We can turn up the air conditioning if you’d like.” “Don’t bother,” I said, reaching back and tugging at the zipper of my dress. “I hope you don’t mind.” I stepped out of my black sheath and sat down on the couch in my lace bra and panties. My inhibitions had left with that first line of coke. Besides, I knew why I was here. “That’s a good idea,” Krystle said. “Would you unzip me, Anne?” She wore an expensive pale blue lace bra and matching panty underneath her dress, no stockings or hose. As we passed the joint around, I felt herhand on the small of my back, gently caressing me with a slow circular motion. Some people get very talkative when they do cocaine. I wasn’t one of those people, but Steve and Krystle were. Over the next half hour I heard more than I needed to know about them, where they grew up, where they went to school, just about everything. Krystle had been born and raised in New Mexico, on a cattle ranch, one of eight c***dren. She’d dropped out of high school to wait tables in a diner, but she managedto get an equivalency certificate and get accepted into a community college. From there she transferred to New Mexico State and got a degree in business management, moving to Tucson first before coming to Phoenix, picking up her real estate license along the way. It was herethat she met Steve. He’d grown up outside of Seattle, and studied electrical engineering atCal Tech, getting a position with Boeing right before the first energy crisis in the early Seventies. Being a new employee, he was the first to go when the layoffs began. For a while, the only work he could findwas on a used car lot, cleaning automobiles. When a sales position opened, he took it, figuring that business would pick up soon, and he’dbe re-hired by Boeing. After two years it looked like that would never happen, so Steve headedsouth. If he was going to sell cars, he might as well do it where it didn’t rain three hundred days each year. He worked in San Jose, then Las Vegas, before finding a sales position at a new car dealership in Phoenix, where he worked with my father. And just as my father had metMia when her parents flew down from Montreal to buy her a Jeep, Steve met Krystle when she came in to the showroom to price a new car. They dated, got engaged, and right before the wedding the company Steve now works for began to hire engineers. It was only a couple of yearsbefore he was made a manager, on the fast track for a vice presidency. Then it was my turn. As Krystle sat next to me, stroking my hair and caressing my thighs, Steve asked me whether I’d decided on a college. “I have a couple of years before I have to decide,” I said. “Wait, I thought you’re at least s*******n,” Steve said. “How old are you?” “I just turned fifteen.” “I told you how old she is,” Krystle said. “No you didn’t,” he complained. “Yes I did,” she said. “Last night. Don’t you remember?” “What, when we were in bed?” “Right after Johnny’s monologue,” Krystle said. “Weren’t you listening?” “Sorry, Krys,” he said. “I must’ve been half asleep. What’s the ageof consent here?” “Eighteen, I think,” she said. “Not that they ever enforce that, especially on the reservations.” “Shit,” Steve said. “Get dressed, Anne. I’ll drive you home.” “No,” I said. “What?” Steve looked as if he’d just been slapped in the back of the head. “I said ‘no’. I came here to get laid, and that’s what I want to do.” Krystle squeezed my thigh and laughed. “I told you she was a wild one,” she said. “Let’s do some more lines.””Okay, if you say so,” Steve said, somewhat reluctantly. He summoned Miguel, who had been waiting in the dining room. The servant took the tray and left, returning a minute later with six more lines of cocaine.While he was gone, Krystle had reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I shrugged the straps off of my shoulders and say back on the couch while she cupped and fondled my breasts. Eighteen or not, Icould tell Steve was getting aroused as he watched his wife play withmy little titties. I unclasped her bra and caressed her full breasts, teasing her nipples, feeling them stiffen between my fingers. We snorted the cocaine and smoked another joint. Miguel poured more brandy, and I could see his hardness pressing against the leg of his trousers. He managed to keep a deadpan expression, though there was a stiffness to his gait. I suppose it’s not easy to walk with an erection. Steve took off his jacket and loosened his tie, undoing the top button of his shirt. By this time Krystle and I were making out on the couch,our lips locked together, our hands roaming over each other, caressing,squeezing, pinching. Steve got up from his armchair and sat down onthe couch next to me, gently exploring my body. I felt him pull myhair away from my neck and start to kiss me there, working up to myearlobe, nibbling it as he squeezed my breasts. I leaned against theback of the couch and let Steve and Krystle have their way with me. “Let’s go upstairs,” Krystle whispered. She stood up from the couchand helped me to my feet, taking my hand and leading me upstairs. Steve was right behind me, his hand on my bottom, cupping my cheeksthrough my black lace panties. We walked down a carpeted hallway,framed prints on the walls, past their big bedroom and through adoorway. “This is our playroom,” Krystle said. “It’s supposed to be our guest bedroom, but our guests usually don’t get much sleep.” The room was large, as big as my father’s bedroom. There was a king-sized bed with straps attached to the bedposts at each corner. Next toit was an armoire, the drawers partially open, revealing an assortment of toys: dildos, vibrators, massage oils, lubricants, handcuffs, whips and paddles. Another drawer contained lingerie, feather boas, some leather items that I couldn’t identify. Opposite the bed was a door that led to a bathroom, and I could see a large plastic sheet covering the tile floor. “Who are your guests?” I asked. “Just people we meet in bars,” Steve said. “Men, women, couples.” “Sometimes we place a personal ad in the paper,” Krystle added. “Variety is the spice of life.” There was a knock on the door and Miguel entered, carrying the tray of cocaine in one hand, and a bottle of champagne in the other. Behindhim was one of the maids, carrying a tray with three champagne flutesand a silver bucket filled with ice. Miguel placed the cocaine on thebedside table and opened the bottle. The cork made a loud poppingsound and a bit of foam bubbled out of the neck. Then he poured itinto the three glasses, put the bottle in the ice bucket, bowedslightly, and left with the maid. “To Anne,” Krystle said, clinking her glass against mine. “A lovely, sexy young woman.” “I’ll drink to that,” Steve said. I took a sip of champagne and put down the glass. My head was starting to spin from all the alcohol and d**gs, and I didn’t want to insult my hosts by throwing up and passing out. “You should see her pretty little pussy, Steve,” Krystle said. As he started to undress, Krystle knelt behind me and tugged at my panties, pulling them down over my thighs, exposing my shaved cunny to her husband. He smiled as he stepped out of his trousers and took off his shirt. I could see his hardness poking at the front of his red silk boxer shorts, making a tent in the shiny fabric. “You’ve seen it before?” Steve asked. “Tuesday, when I was with her and Frank in the model home at Corazon,” she replied. “Wait a second, you and Frank?” Steve said, frowning. “I thought we agreed…” “We agreed not to fall in love with anyone else,” Krystle said. “You don’t think I’d fall for one of my salesmen, do you?” “No, but…” “Steve, honey, he’s just a swinging dick to me,” she said. “Nothing more. Besides, you’re going to fuck his little girl. I think it’s a fair deal for everyone.” “I guess,” Steve said. He didn’t sound convinced, but that didn’t stophim from coming up to me and kissing me on the lips, his tongue seekingmine, his hands squeezing my bottom as his wife caressed my back and cupped my breasts. “Taste her, Steve,” Krystle said. “Stick your tongue in that lovely little pussy of hers. Lay down, baby.” I laid down across the bed andKrystle stretched out next to me, pressing her lips against mine, her hands busy with my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples. Steve went straight for my sex. No teasing, no kisses on the thighs orthe backs of my knees. He started lashing my clit almost immediately with his tongue, sucking it with his lips, his fingers probing my passage. I could feel his knuckle pressing against my sensitive inner spot, and as Krystle began to suckle my breasts, I felt my pleasure build, spurred on by the coke we’d snorted, the pot we smoked, the martinis, the wine, the brandy, the champagne. It made it easy to let myself go. I closed my eyes and felt like I was reduced to a clit anda pair of nipples, that this was all that was left of my body, the resthaving melted away like an ice cube in the Arizona sun. And then I felt it, a cold, wet sensation on my breasts. Krystle had taken a piece of ice from the bucket and held it between her lips,using it to circle my nipples. I almost jumped out of my skin when Ifelt it, not because of the cold, but from surprise, the unexpectedsensation that drew me back into the moment. But then I let go ofmyself again, savoring this new feeling as the ice stiffened my nipplesand sent chills through my whole body. Steve was still ravishing mysex, licking and sucking my pearl, his fingers busily sawing in and outof my slit. Krystle swallowed what was left of the ice cube andlightly grazed my nipples with her teeth, and that was what sent meover the edge, trembling in her arms and pinning Steve between myquivering thighs. He looked up from between my legs and smiled, andthen he stood up and stepped out of his silk boxers. I now understood what Krystle saw in my father. Steve’s hard cock was no bigger than David’s, and it wasn’t very thick, either, though his purplish glans was nice and fat. His balls, though, were enormous, thebiggest pair I’d ever seen. They wouldn’t have been out of place between the legs of a horse, although they made his penis look even smaller by comparison. I sat up on the bed and reached for him, stroking his cock, cupping his huge sack. He had almost no body hair, just sparse red patches on his chest and groin, and almost none on his scrotum. I thought he’d shaved himself, but I could feel a fine,almost invisible fur. I leaned forward and began to lick and suck hisbig nuts. Steve sighed and stroked my hair, his hips rocking slowly asI started to fellate him. “Take her, Steve,” Krystle said, climbing off of the bed and selectinga vibrator from the armoire. “I want to see you fuck Frank’s little girl.” “Please,” I said, pulling his cock from my mouth and looking up at him.”Fuck me. Please.” Steve and Krystle’s horniness was rubbing off on me, and the thought ofher watching me as I took her husband’s cock in my hungry cunny made meache inside. He gently pushed me back on the bed and mounted me, reaching down to guide his hardness into my passage. I wrapped my armsand legs around his body and held him as he began to thrust with short,shallow strokes. Krystle returned to the bed and turned on the vibrator, a long pink phallus with a fat head and prominent veinsmolded into the latex skin. She touched it to my nipples, my belly,her husband’s swaying balls, and between his buttocks before using iton herself, rubbing it up and down her cleft as she laid next to us, watching us fuck. Steve may not have had the biggest cock in the world, but he did have stamina, probably a by-product of the cocaine. As his wife squirmedand writhed on the bed next to us, the big vibe buried in her snatch,he pumped me for what seemed like an hour, alternating between thoseshort strokes and hard thrusts that nearly knocked the wind out of me. After Krystle came she turned the vibrator on me again, pushing metowards another climax as she rubbed it over my nipples. I could feelher juices on the vibrator, drying on my areolae, feeling almost ascold as the ice. I clamped my muscles down on Steve’s throbbing cockwhen I came, and he gasped, his glans flaring inside me as he began tospurt, a flow of hot, thick semen that I thought would never end. Itseemed like he’d never stop coming, and I could feel his cream start toseep out of my messy snatch even before he stopped thrusting and pulledout. There were clots of sperm all over his softening cock, andKrystle leaned over to clean him with her tongue, scooping the cum fromhis shaft and swallowing it. Steve wasn’t one for cuddling afterwards, but Krystle was, snuggling upagainst my body and holding me while he sipped his champagne andwatched us coo and kiss. Her hair was uncharacteristically messy, butshe didn’t seem to care. She just wanted to rock me in her arms andkiss me on the cheek and neck. “Such a sexy little girl,” she whispered. “I hope I have a girl like you someday.” “Thank you, Krys,” I said, kissing her on the lips. We laid together for a while and then sat up to drink some champagne. My mouth was dry from all the moaning I’d done, and it felt good to wet my lips with thebubbly wine. “Another line?” Steve asked, passing me the tray. We did a line each and chased it with another joint and more champagne. I began to feel the urgent need to use the bathroom, so I started to get up from the bed. “Gotta go, honey?” Krystle asked. “Yes, please.” “Let’s not let it go to waste,” Steve said. “Mind if we join you?” “You want to…?” I said, suddenly remembering what Krystle had said inthe bathroom that day when we were about to take a shower together. She’d made me sit on her lap and pee on her, and I remembered hersaying that her husband was into this sort of thing. “If you’d rather not,” Steve said, starting to look disappointed. “No, I don’t mind,” I said. When in Rome… “Wonderful,” Krystle said, reaching into the armoire and pulling out a dog collar and leash. “Let’s take our pretty little doggy for a walk.””Outside? No way,” I said. “No, dear. Just to the bathroom,” she said, slipping the leathercollar around my neck and buckling it, just tight enough to keep itfrom slipping down to my collarbone. She unhooked my garter belt androlled down my stockings, attaching the leash to the collar, and I gotdown on my hands and knees as she gently tugged on the tether. She andSteve walked me into the bathroom, and the plastic sheeting made acrinkling nose as I crawled over it. “Would you like to go first, Krys?” Steve said. “Thank you, honey. Don’t mind if I do.” She handed him the leash and laid down on the floor, lying on her back. Steve tugged at the leash and made me crawl on top of her. His cum was oozing from my slit, dripping over Krystle’s thighs and pooling on the clear plastic. “I don’t know if I can…,” I said. I had to pee badly, but it washard to do this in front of them, let alone on Krystle. “Just close your eyes and relax, Annie,” Steve said, kneeling next tome and stroking my back. I took a deep breath and let go, just atrickle at first, and then a stream of hot urine began to pour from mycleft, all over Krystle’s neatly trimmed pubes, flowing down her sex. She began to sigh and moan, squeezing her big tits as she smiled at me.Right before my bladder emptied she shuddered, pinching her nipples asa mini-orgasm washed through her body. “Let me clean you,” she said. Steve positioned me over her face andshe began to lick my messy hole, swallowing her husband’s semen andlicking the beads of piss from my labia. I let out just a bit morepee, the last drops from my bladder, and she greedily drank it all. “Mmmm…that was good,” Krystle said. “Your turn, now.” I didn’t know what she meant by that, but I found out soon enough. I felt a warm stream of piss flowing down my back, streaming over my bottom and the back of my thighs. As her husband peed on me, Krystle reached between my legs and played with my pussy, rubbing my clit, probing my bottom, making her husband’s urine splash against my nether lips. He must have had a gallon of piss saved up for me, almost a couple of minute’s worth. His flow finally waned to a trickle, and I felt him shaking off the last few drops. “Did you like that, Annie?” Steve asked me, helping me to my feet and removing the leash from my collar. “Sort of, yeah,” I said. Just like when I’d done this with Margaret,at Julia’s house in Maine, I felt nasty, dirty, like there wasn’tanything I wouldn’t do, short of something really gross or painful. Krystle seemed to love it, though, and I could tell Steve was reallyinto it, from the way his cock was starting to get hard. “Your turn, dear,” she said. Steve laid down on the plastic, not seeming to mind the pool of urine he was laying in, and Krystlesquatted over him, letting out a steaming stream of piss, all over hiscock and balls. Before she was even finished he was hard again, and Iwatched as Krystle kneeled on the floor and Steve mounted her, takingher from behind. As they fucked doggy-style, I squatted next to herand played with her swaying breasts, reaching between her legs to rubher big swollen clit, making her come as her husband pounded her withhis stubby cock. He didn’t last as long this time, digging his fingersinto her ass cheeks as he filled her with his cum, almost as much ashe’d spurted inside my cunny. They must have done this often, because they had the clean-up down to ascience. There was a stack of fresh towels next to the sink, and Krystle used half of them to blot up the urine that pooled on the plastic while Steve rolled the sheets up like a rug. Then we stepped into the shower, my third one that day, not counting what Steve haddone on me, and we lathered each other, rinsing off the residue of ourwet little game. We dried each other off and Krystle took the dog collar off of my neck,returning to their playroom to snort some more cocaine. Steve lookedas if he was done for the night, his soft cock looking tiny compared tohis enormous balls. He sat on the bed and watched as his wife and Ikissed and felt each other up, and then laying head to toe, our headsnestled between each other’s thighs, kissing and licking each other’scleft, making each other quiver and writhe on the bed. I could taste a lingering trace of urine on her labia, the bitter tastemixing with her husband’s şişli escort cream and her nectar, but I lapped up the mixture anyway, making her squirm and pin me between her thighs as she came. She returned the favor, her lips clamped to my sex as I felt my whole body tingle. Steve decided to join in, laying behind me and probing my nether hole with my tongue, his fingers manipulating my slitas his wife’s tongue danced over my clit. I came so hard that I had tosquirm away from them, shaking like a leaf and trying to catch my breath. Krystle held me in her arms, laying my head on her bosom untilI could feel my strength begin to return. “Let’s go down to the hot tub,” Krystle said. “Hot tub?” I began to wonder if all this water would start to make my skin dry out, and I made a mental note to use some moisturizer when I got back home. “I could use a good soak right now,” Steve said. “Come, it’s downstairs.” They led me downstairs, through a hallway, past the kitchen, stoppingat the doorway. I could see Miguel, his trousers down around hisankles, while Pilar, the maid with the high cheekbones, knelt at hisfeet, sucking his long, tanned cock. Steve and Krystle didn’t seem tobe self-conscious about letting the servants see them naked, but Istood behind her, peeking over her shoulder as I watched Miguel fuckthe maid’s mouth. “Miguelito,” Steve said. “Bring the champagne and the tray down to thetub when you get a chance, okay?” “Si, Senor,” Miguel replied. “I will do that right…now.” He beganto come in the maid’s mouth, making her cheek bulge with his throbbing member. I could see her throat moving as she swallowed his semen, but she began to choke on it, coughing wetly and releasing his rod from herlips. Miguel spurted a couple of ropy jets of sperm all over her face and the bodice of her apron, but the maid seemed to like this, smiling as she extended her tongue and began to clean the head of his penis. “What a stud that boy is,” Steve said, leading me down the hall, past the kitchen and the servants’ quarters, through a door that led to a glazed enclosure, like a small greenhouse. There was a redwood hot tubin the middle of the room, along with a couple of wooden benches. Krystle checked the temperature on the heating unit and dipped her handin the steaming water. “Could be a little warmer,” she said. “That’s okay,” Steve said, checking the gauge and testing the waterwith his toe. “I don’t like it too hot.” As they eased into the warmwater, I followed them, slowly settling into the big wooden tub. Ifelt wonderful, soothing, almost like being back in the womb. Krystlesat next to me, her arm around my shoulder, her breasts bobbing justbeneath the surface. Miguel and the maid came in a few minutes later, bringing the icebucket with the champagne bottle and the silver tray with six freshlycut lines of coke. He had a contented smile, almost a smirk. The maidhad wiped his cum from her face, but her apron still had a telltalestain. He held the tray for us as we snorted the lines and then pouredus some more champagne. “We’d like some more lines, Miguel” Steve said. “And a joint would be nice.” “Si, Senor,” he replied, leaving with Pilar. They returned a few minutes later with the silver tray and Steve’s gold cigarette case. I was feeling pretty wired at that point, and I could only do one line. “What’s the matter, Annie?” Krystle asked. “I’ll never get to sleep tonight,” I said. “I’m supposed to get up early tomorrow. We’re going camping.” “I can give you something to help you get to sleep,” Steve said. “Knock you right out.” “Thanks,” I said. “Would you mind if I gave this line to Miguel?” “Not at all,” Krystle said. “He dips into our stash, anyway.” Miguel blushed and smiled sheepishly, and he took the tray, snorting half of the line and giving the other half to Pilar. “Su esposa?” I asked him as he lit the joint and passed it to Krystle. “Pilar es mi hermana,” he replied. The maid smiled and curtseyed. “What did he say?” Krystle asked me. “I asked him if she was his wife,” I said. “He said she’s his sister.””I could have told you that,” Steve said, taking a deep drag on the joint and passing it to me. “Miguel worked for our landscaping contractor,” Krystle said. “I thought he was too handsome to be pulling weeds all day. We hired him and Pilar to be our live-in help. He’s a wonderful cook with a beautiful cock.” She accepted the joint from me and took a deep drag. “Miguelito, show our guest your cock,” Steve said. “Si, senor,” he said, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down his zipper. Pilar helped him push his trousers and briefs down around his thighs. “It’s glorious,” Krystle said. “You’ll love it.” I’d only caught a glimpse of his member in the kitchen. Even flaccid, it was nice and thick, with a purplish head peeking out of the hood of his foreskin. “Ven aqui,” I said. Miguel came closer, stepping up on the platform that surrounded the tub. “May I?” I asked him, reaching out to touch his thick shaft. “Si.” As I began to stroke him back to life, Pilar came closer, watching ashe hardened between my fingers. I turned around so I was leaning onthe rim of the tub and ducked my head between his legs, taking him intomy mouth. I could feel Krystle’s and Steve’s hands on me, cupping my breasts, dipping between my nether lips, teasing my clit. Pilar gentlybrushed my hair away from my cheek as I sucked her brother’s cock, caressing my neck and shoulder. I heard movement behind me. It was Steve, his hands on my hips, his stubby prick pressing into me. Krystle reached under me and began to rub my clit, her full breasts pressing into my arm. As Steve began to slowly thrust inside me, Miguel rocked his hips to his rhythm, two hardcocks filling me, one in my mouth, the other pumping my tender hole. The only thing better than two cocks was three, I thought. I felt a finger probing my bottom, maybe Steve’s, maybe Krystle’s, as if my wishes had been answered. I felt so nasty, so slutty, a husbandfucking me while his wife watched and diddled my clit, and sucking ahandsome young man’s meat while his sister fondled his balls. Stevefelt bigger than he had before, his cock fatter, his thrusts harder. Whoever was fingering my ass had their whole digit inside me, up to theknuckle, sawing in and out in time with Steve’s stubby prick. I bathed Miguel’s cockhead with my tongue, stroking the portion of his shaft that my lips couldn’t reach, feeling that kernel of pleasure growing within my belly, spreading outward, making me tremble in the warm water. There were hands all over me, caressing, kneading, squeezing, and I began to come, releasing Miguel’s hardness from my mouth so I could give voice to my pleasure. Before I closed my eyes, Isaw Pilar take over, turning him so she could continue what I had started, hungrily gobbling her brother’s hard meat. “She’s a wild one,” Krystle said, pinching my clit and making me gasp with surprise and delight. “Fuck…yes…fuck me…fuck me…,” I moaned, urging Steve to pound meharder, faster, to send me over another peak of pleasure. I opened my eyes again and saw Pilar hoist her dress and lay down on one of the benches. Her brother squatted over her, tugged the crotch of her panties aside, pushed his hardness into her hungry hole, and they beganto fuck furiously as we watched from the hot tub. Suddenly, I felt Steve’s cock twitching in my snatch, erupting in a gusher of his hot seed, making me cry out as he filled my passage with his thick cream. His thrusting slowed as Miguel’s sped up, and soon the room echoed withPilar’s cries instead of my own. Steve slipped out of my slit and sat down again, reaching for his champagne and taking a sip to quench his thirst. I settled back downon the seat that ran around the inside of the hot tub, nestling into Krystle’s loving arms. She kissed me on the cheek and I turned myhead, seeking her lips with my own. As Pilar moaned and cried in thethroes of her climax, I reached between Krystle’s legs and began to pether down there, seeking out her swollen pearl with my fingertips. Shebegan to sigh, holding me close as I toyed with her sex, wanting her tofeel the pleasure I had experienced at the end of her husband’s cock. She came quickly for me, rocking her hips under the warm water, making little waves that splashed along the side of the tub. I heard Miguel start to grunt behind me, and we turned to watch himcome in his sister’s snatch, his copious emission making her pussy emitsoft sucking sounds as his thrusts began to slow. Then he pulled outof her and she sat up, licking his cum and her juices from hissoftening meat, kissing his purple glans when she was finished. Pilarhelped him pull his boxers and trousers back up, and he held out hishand to help her to her feet. “Thank you, Miguel, Pilar,” Steve said. “That will be all.” “Si, Senor. Gracias.” He and Pilar left, taking the tray with them. I heard Miguel say something that made his sister giggle as their footsteps receded down the hall. We relaxed in the tub for a while, sipping the last of the champagne. Krystle asked if she could open another bottle for me, but I declined. The coke was wearing off, and the warm water had started to make me drowsy. Steve helped me out of the tub and his wife dried me off witha plush terrycloth towel, wrapping it around me and leading me back upstairs to help me get dressed. Steve had gone into the living roomto pour himself a drink and light up a fresh cigar. “Thank you,” I said to her as I sat on the edge of their playroom bed while she rolled my stockings up my legs. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “You’re quite welcome, Anne,” she said. “We loved having you for dinner.” “Can I ask you a question?” I said. “It’s sort of personal.” “Sure,” she said, attaching my garter belt’s tabs to my stockings. “You and Steve, do you love each other?” “Of course we do, Annie?” she said. “Why would you think otherwise?” “I don’t,” I replied. “I was just curious. I mean, you both see otherpeople, right?” “Yes, Annie,” Krystle said. “We do.” “The people I live with in Boston, Bradley and Helen, sometimes they share their bed with other people. But they always do it together.” “Every marriage is different, Anne,” she said, leaning forward and planting a tender kiss between my breasts. “I guess Steve and I just have bigger appetites than most other people. But if we couldn’t see anyone else, I’d still be happy with him. He’s a sweet guy, a gentleman, and I do love him, Annie. I’m glad we have our ‘understanding’, that we can see other people, as long as it doesn’t jeopardize the love we have with each other. Does that answer your question?” “Yes, thanks,” I said. I kissed her on the lips and then she helped meto my feet, holding me steady while I slipped on my panties and steppedinto my heels. We stood together for a moment, just holding eachother. “Your father says that you might move in with him,” Krystle said. “I hope you do. We’d love to see more of you.” “I’d like that,” I said. We kissed again, and she led me back downstairs to the living room, where I’d left my bra and my dress. Steve was sitting in one of the armchairs, a towel wrapped around his waist, drink in hand, puffing on a cigar. He watched as I got dressed and then stood up to give me a kiss as Krystle zipped up my dress. “Can I give you a ride home?” he asked. “No thanks,” I said. “I’d like to walk. It’s not far.” “I hope we can see you again,” Steve said. “I’m flying home on Sunday, but I might be back for spring vacation,” Isaid. “I hope you can call this your home someday,” Krystle said. She and Steve gave me a hug and a kiss and then I left, stepping into the cool night air. The route I took home brought me past Jack’s place, and I stood outsidehis house trying to see if there was a light on inside. I’d been well and truly fucked by Steve, and Krystle had gone to town on my cunny,but I still had a yen for the feeling of Jack’s huge cock stretching mytender little hole. I waited a few minutes, trying to see if the bedroom light was on, but he must have been asleep, even though it was just past ten o’clock. I let out a little sigh of disappointment and walked back to the house. Schultzie was there to greet me at the door, wagging his tail, having heard my key in the lock. I gave him a friendly scratch behind the earand a pat on his furry flank, heading down the hall to Dana’s bedroom. Her door was open and the light was on, but she wasn’t in bed. I couldsee a light on in David’s room through the gap under his door, and I heard the sound of his unplugged guitar, a tortoise shell pick on steelstrings, the squeak of fingers on the neck. I heard a giggle and a hushed voice, Dana’s voice, coming from insidemy father’s den. I stood by the door and listened, and then I knocked softly. “Come in,” my father said. He was seated on the couch, wearing just a t-shirt and boxer shorts. Dana was on his lap, dressed only in her little pink cotton panties,her arm around his shoulder. There was a nearly-empty bottle oftequila on the floor in front of the couch, along with his instantcamera and a couple of dozen photographs. I sat down next to them. “I missed you, Annie,” Dana said, reaching out for a hug. “I missed you, too, baby,” I said, kissing her button nose. “How was dinner?” my father asked. “It was fun,” I replied. “Come on, Dana. It’s time for bed.” “But Daddy said I could stay up a little longer.” “It’s a school night, sweetie,” I said. “Wash up and brush your teeth and I’ll tuck you in, okay?” “Okay,” she said, and she left the room. As my father took a swig fromthe bottle, I leaned over and sifted through the pictures he’d taken, all of Dana in various stages of undress. In one shot, she’d pulled aside the crotch of her panties and exposed her bald little cunny. “I’m going to put her to bed,” I said to my father. “I’ll be back in aminute.” “Fine,” he said. After I helped Dana into her nightie and tucked her into bed, givingher a kiss on the lips before turning out the light, I went back intomy father’s office. He was still on the couch, flipping through the photographs, his erection tenting his shorts. “Where’s Mia?” I asked him. “She took something for her back and fell asleep.” “Dana’s too young for this, Daddy,” I said, looking at a picture of hersitting on the couch, her legs spread wide, her panties pulled tight over her labia. “I know, Annie,” he said. “I didn’t touch her. I just took some pictures.” “Dana’s curious about you, Daddy. She saw me suck you in her room thatnight,” I said, snuggling up to him. “She asked me if it would hurt.” “What would hurt?” “Your cock, Daddy.” I reached into his boxer shorts and fished out hiserection. My father put his arm around my shoulder, caressing my arm. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her,” he said. “I promise.” “Thank you, Daddy,” I said, slowly stroking his thick shaft. I felthim reaching behind me, unzipping my dress, slipping his hand insideand rubbing my back. “What did you do at Krystle’s?” “We had cocktails, and then dinner, and then we went upstairs.” “Steve fucked you?” “Twice.” “Was he good?” my father asked. “Not as good as you, Daddy,” I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. “That’s my girl,” he said, kissing me on the cheek. “Krystle told him.” “Told him what?” “About you and her,” I said. “She did?” my father said, surprised. “How did he take it?” “Okay, I guess. I think being with me sort of made up for it.” “I’ll bet,” he said. “Tell me about it. I want to hear.” “They have a whole room they call a ‘playroom’. Big bed, a chest full of toys and stuff, plastic sheets on the bathroom floor…” “Plastic sheets?” “They like to pee on each other. Didn’t you know that?” “I knew she was into some kinky stuff, but not this,” my father said. “So, she pissed on you?” “Actually, I did it on her.” My father had the bottle to his lips and was taking a sip, but he choked when he heard me say this, spewing tequila all over the place. “Let me get this straight,” he said. “You urinated on my boss. Isthat right? You pissed on the person who signs my paychecks?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said. “Are you angry?” “Angry? That’s the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, hugging me, kissing me on the cheek, handing me the bottle. I took a small sip and passed it back to him. I’d had plenty to drink that night, even though the cocaine kept me from feeling too drunk and drowsy. “So then what happened?” “We washed off and then Steve watched me and Krys for a while,” I said.”Then we went down to their hot tub.” I didn’t feel like getting intodetails, or telling him about Miguel and Pilar, or all the d**gs we’d done. It just didn’t feel right, like I was betraying a confidence. I’d told him just enough to satisfy his curiosity. “I wish I could have been there,” my father said. “Even as a fly onthe wall.” “Maybe some other time,” I said. “They want to have me back.” “I’m sure they do,” he said. “Who wouldn’t want to be with a pretty girl like you?” “Thank you, Daddy,” I said, gently squeezing his hard cock. “Take off your dress for me, baby,” he said. “I want to see whatyou’re wearing underneath.” I stood up and shrugged my black sheathdress off of my shoulders and stepped out of it, standing in front ofmy father in my lacy black undies and stockings. He pulled me close,running his hands over my thighs and bottom, leaning forward to kiss mybelly. I slowly got down on my knees, kneeling between his legs,taking his hardness in my hands again, stroking it, squeezing it,leaning forward and kissing the tip, parting my lips and engulfing him,swirling my tongue over his glans. My father stroked my hair, my shoulders, my back as I slowly suckedhim. I reached into his boxers and cupped his balls, fondling histesticles as I pleasured him with my mouth. I knew he was close to hisrelease as soon as my lips closed around his shaft. He must have beenhard all evening, as he snapped pictures of a nearly naked Dana posingon the couch. My father’s cock began to twitch in my mouth, a steadydrip of precum oozing from the tip. Suddenly he squeezed my shoulderand I felt him begin to throb, his glans flaring as he erupted in a biggusher of cum. It tasted sweeter than usual, and I knew he’d beenhitting the bottle all night. I swallowed his thick cream, milking himwith my lips until the last dribble of semen passed through his penis,keeping him in my mouth until he began to soften. Then he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me on the lips, his tongue seeking out his ownessence, his hands roaming over my skin. He yawned after our kiss, looking sleepier by the second. I sat in hislap for a minute or two, my arm around his shoulder, hugging him. ThenI kissed him on the lips again and got up, collecting my dress and Dana’s clothes from the floor. “Good night, Daddy,” I said. “‘night, Annie,” he replied. “I’ll get you up early tomorrow, okay?” “Okay, Daddy.” I blew him a kiss and left him in his office, as hetook another sip from the bottle. Dana was sound asleep, so I undressed as quietly as I could and went into the bathroom, wrapped in a plush towel. I remembered that Ineeded to moisturize my skin, which felt dry and scratchy from being inwater all day, three showers, a bath with Mia, the pool, the hot tub. There was a bottle of Jergen’s in the medicine cabinet, and I startedwith my arms, rubbing the soothing lotion into my skin. I could hearDavid, still awake, still playing guitar. I knocked on the door thatled to his room from the bathroom. David was sitting on his bed, theguitar in his lap, a book of sheet music open next to him. “Hey,” he said. “How’d it go tonight?” “It was fun,” I said. “Could you do me a big favor, Davy?” “Sure, anything.” “Could you rub this into my skin?” I said, handing him the bottle of lotion. “I’d love to,” he said, putting the guitar aside. I dropped my towel and laid down on his bed, on my back. David knelt next to me, squeezing moisturizer into his palm and rubbing his hands together. “Like this?” he asked, starting at my shoulders, gently working the lotion into my dry skin. “Perfect,” I said. “That really feels nice.” David massaged my shoulders and arms, and then he squirted more lotion on his hand and gently rubbed it into my breasts, leaning down to kiss my nipples, making them stand at attention. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his hands on me, his fingers sculpting thecurves and hollows of my body. He began to massage my belly, my hips,working down my thighs and calves, rubbing my feet, even my toes. “Roll over,” he said. “Let me do your back.” I turned over and heard David squeeze the bottle of lotion. It made a flatulent sound, and we both laughed at that. He pulled my hair away from my neck and began tomassage my shoulders. “You have such wonderful hands,” I said. “Strong and gentle at thesame time.” “Thanks,” David replied, working the lotion into the concave dips between my shoulder blades. “If you move in with us I’d do this every night for you.” “It’s a deal,” I murmured, feeling wonderfully relaxed as he rubbed my back. I heard another fart-like squirt of lotion and David began to knead my cheeks, giving me a tender kiss right on my tail bone. He stopped for a second and I heard the sound of clothes rustling, the vrrrrp of a zipper. I turned my head and saw him getting undressed,his lovely cock stirring between his legs. “I don’t want to get this stuff on my jeans,” he said, pouring more lotion on his palm and massaging the backs of my thighs. “Yeah, right,” I laughed. He worked his way down my legs, all the way to my ankles, and then I felt him straddle me, his hard penis nestledin my crack, his hands working up again, kneading the knots from myback and shoulders. “How was that?” David asked. “Heavenly,” I replied. He stretched out over my back and kissed me on the neck, nibbling my earlobe, kissing my cheek. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, too,” I said. “Put some lotion in my bottom, Davy.” He lifted himself off of my back and I heard another squirt from the bottle, feeling his slick fingers probing my crack, lubricating my nether hole. I didn’t have to tell him to be gentle this time; he knewexactly what to do, slipping one finger and then two inside me, moistening my tight hole, opening me, stretching me. I heard the soundof more lotion being applied, this time to his penis, that telltale slapping sound as he stroked himself. And then he was on top of me again, pressing the tip of his cock to my bottom, slowly pushing insideme. There was no resistance, no pain. All that coke and alcohol had deadened my senses, and his wonderful massage had left me in a state ofcomplete relaxation. His slick shaft slowly slipped inside me, and he stretched out on my back again, kissing my cheek as he filled mybottom. David reached for my hands, slipping his fingers between mine as he began to thrust, slowly pulling back and pushing forward, his sweet prick sliding in and out of my ass. I brought his hands down to my breasts, and he held on to them as he pumped my bottom, rubbing my nipples between his fingers. Reaching down under my belly, I slippedmy hand between my legs, toying with my cleft, teasing my button fromits hiding place. I was numb, though, from all the sex, from the d**gsand booze, and I knew it would take ages to come, if at all. I slippeda fingertip between my lips, feeling the remnants of Steve’s cream thatoozed from my passage. “I love you, Annie,” David whispered in my ear. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” His words had a galvanic effect on me, and I felt some sensation returning, a tingling between my legs. I scooped someof Steve’s semen from my slit and used it as a lubricant, rubbing itover my clit, frigging myself quickly as I pushed my ass back againstDavid’s hips. “Davy…my baby…my beautiful boy…” “Annie…” “Davy…” I felt my passion begin to rise, a tension in my belly that smoldered like an ember, a wave of heat that spread through my whole body. I rubbed myself furiously, trying to fan the flames, to spontaneously combust beneath David’s beautiful boycock, to find my release. It arrived sooner than I thought, and I began to shudder beneath him, squeezing his shaft with my bottom, the tension in my body erupting in an explosion of pleasure. I could feel his cock begin to throb inside me, the muscular ridge along the underside of his smooth shaft pulsing like a heartbeat. He caught his breath, a sharp inhalation that whistled past his lips and then he began to come inside me, filling my bottom with the heat of his emission, his warm seed flowing from thetip of his stem. His thrusts began to slow and stop, and he kissed meon the lips, gently nibbling them with his own. “Stay in me,” I whispered, bearing down on his rigid shaft, clamping mythighs together to trap him inside me. We rolled over on our sides,and somehow he didn’t slip out of my bottom. As he caressed my bellyand kissed my neck, I felt my exhaustion catch up with me, and Idrifted off to sleep, still connected to my beautiful stepbrother. * * * (

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