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Subject: {ASSM} Wanderings - Chapter Twelve - Insatiable  (Mf Ff Fm inc group) [Final Chapter]
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Wanderings 
 
 
(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I 
kept during these years. 


 

 
Chapter Twelve - Insatiable  (Mf Ff Fm inc group) 
 
 
September 1980 
 
 
The days just flew by.  Julia and I spend just about all our time 
together, either in her garden reading or up in her bedroom, trying 
out the new toys Shelly had brought us that weekend.  By the time 
Friday had rolled around, we'd tried all of them: the vibrators, the 
strap-ons, the butt plugs, the dildos, the flavored lubricants and 
exotic oils.  I tried to take it easy on Thursday, because I knew 
Ramon and the boys would be horny when they returned. 
 
And they were.  Back in port early on Friday morning, Ramon, Del, and 
Paco offloaded their catch by noon, picked me up at Julia's, and had 
barely dried off from their showers before they had me naked on 
Ramon's bed, filling me with their three hard cocks.  They lasted a 
bit longer the second time, taking me one after the other instead of 
all at once.  By the third time, we were a sweaty mess, my jaw ached, 
my pussy was sore, my ass was stretched out, I was covered in semen, 
and I'd lost count of how many times I'd come.   
 
I almost wished I could stay home that weekend, but I'd been looking 
forward to going to Boston with Julia again.  Ramon took us out to 
dinner -- I was too exhausted to cook -- and we spent the evening in 
bed, just me and Ramon.  He made love to me slowly, gently.  I missed 
the feeling of his body covering mine, his warm breath on my neck, his 
thick cock filling my sex. 
 
"I missed you, Papi," I whispered, after he pulled out of me. 
 
"I missed you, too.  I wish you could stay here this weekend." 
 
"I know.  I'll be back Monday night.  You'll be here?" 
 
"Yes, I'm not going out for another week.  School starts for Del and 
Paco soon and I need to hire a crew," he said.  I'd forgotten about 
school.  It had been such a wonderful summer, I didn't even think 
about it ending.  I felt a twinge of anxiety over going to a new 
school, new teachers, new faces.  Ramon felt the tension in my body. 
 
"Something bothering you?" he asked. 
 
"It's nothing," I said. 
 
"Tell me." 
 
"School," was all I had to say. 
 
Ramon held me closer, kissing me on the forehead.  He'd really become 
my father, growing more affectionate over the years.  I remembered his 
indifference to me when he first married my mother.  Now he was 
loving, gentle, protective.  My anxiety over school melted away as I 
fell asleep in his strong arms. 
 
The next morning I woke up before him, slipping out of his arms and 
walking upstairs to Del's bedroom.  My stepbrother was lying on his 
back, his sheets bunched around his waist, exposing his morning 
erection.  I slid into bed with him, gently grasping his penis and 
stroking it.  He stirred for a moment, a smile spreading over his 
sleeping face.  I curled up next to him and took his cock into my 
mouth. 
 
"Annie," he whispered, caressing my back as I slowly sucked him. 
 
"Good morning, Del," I cooed as I stroked his shaft.  He sighed as I 
took him back in my mouth, swirling my tongue over his manhood, 
feeling his cock twitch between my lips as I sucked him.  As I bathed 
his shaft with my tongue, he began to rock his hips, gasping as I 
gently squeezed his balls.  He didn't last long, and I'd only been 
sucking him for a couple of minutes before his penis began to spasm in 
my mouth, spurting his hot seed.  I let him soften between my lips, 
milking him with my tongue before releasing him.  Del surprised me by 
kissing me immediately afterwards, when the taste of his cum was still 
on my lips. 
 
"I dreamed about you, Annie," Del said.  "I dreamed you were on the 
boat with me." 
 
"And I wasn't seasick?" 
 
"No.  You were a mermaid," he said. 
 
"A mermaid?" 
 
"Hey, you already taste like fish," he laughed, poking me in the ribs.  
I flinched, almost falling out of his bed, but I struck back, tickling 
him under his arms, his most sensitive spot. 
 
"Maricon," I taunted. 
 
"Puta," he shot back.  We wrestled in his bed and he ended up on top 
of me, kissing me again as we laughed together. 
 
"Lemme up, Del.  I've got to wake up Paco." 
 
"Okay.  But I wanna watch," he said. 
 
Del followed me next door to his brother's room.  Paco was already up, 
already hard, rubbing his stiffy as if he was expecting me.  I knelt 
next to his bed and lowered my head into his lap, sucking his young 
cock as his brother watched from the doorway.  Paco didn't last long 
either, spurting a couple of warm jets of semen in my mouth when he 
came.  Unlike his brother, he didn't kiss me on the lips afterwards, 
and he wiped off his forehead when I kissed him there. 
 
I was going to wake up Ramon the same way, but he was already up and 
in the shower.  Fortunately, the bathroom door was unlocked.  I pulled 
the shower curtain aside and stepped into the bathtub with him. 
 
"Let me scrub your back, Papi." 
 
Ramon smiled and handed me the soap, turning around so I could lather 
his broad back and massage his muscles.  I soaped up my breasts and 
pressed them against him, rubbing them all over his skin, even 
kneeling so I could rub his buttocks.  I reached around his thighs and 
lathered up his fat cock and hairy balls, feeling him harden in my 
hands.  He turned around and pulled me up against his chest, cupping 
my bottom and lifting me off my feet.  As I wrapped my arms around his 
shoulders and my legs around his waist, he impaled me on his cock, 
filling me with his soapy hardness. 
 
As the warm water washed over our bodies, Ramon bounced me in his 
hands, driving me up and down on his fat prick.  Then he turned and 
pressed me against the wall, grunting as he rocked his hips, squeezing 
my cheeks as he pumped me. 
 
"Papi...yes...fuck me..." I gasped as the wonderful feeling of his 
pounding cock sent waves of pleasure through my body.  After a weekend 
with Shelly and Margaret and a week spent with Julia and a collection 
of sex toys, this is what I craved, what I needed: a slow, powerful, 
steamy fuck from a big man who held me in his strong arms.  When I 
began to come I lost my grip, falling even further on to Ramon's 
pounding tool.  He tightened his hold on my ass, pushing into me 
faster until I felt him begin to twitch inside my spasming pussy, his 
cock pulsing, the head flaring as he filled me with his hot sperm. 
 
Ramon let me down gently, kissing me as we rinsed off the soap that 
coated our bodies.  I could feel his semen dripping down my thighs and 
pooling around our feet as we stood under the shower.  He turned off 
the water and we dried each other, a shiver running through my body as 
he gently blotted me between the legs with a towel. 
 
After breakfast I went back to my room to pack for the weekend, a 
couple of nice dresses, two skirts and blouses, jeans and a t-shirt, 
underwear and hosiery, and a couple of bathing suits.  A bit much for 
a three day weekend, but I wasn't sure how everyone else would be 
dressed and I wanted to look nice but not overdressed.  Julia had 
mentioned a dinner party tonight, a barbecue tomorrow, and a brunch on 
Monday, but she didn't say what I should wear. 
 
I had just finished packing when I heard Del answer the door.  Julia 
came up to my room and helped me with my bags, clothes in one, 
cosmetics and toiletries in a smaller case.  She greeted Ramon with a 
friendly kiss, and I said goodbye to him and my brothers.  Then we 
were on the road to Boston in her silver Mercedes.  Ramon's semen was 
still oozing out of my pussy as we reached I-95 South. 
 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
It was early afternoon when we pulled into the big circular driveway 
of Helen's house.  The maid answered the door and ushered us inside as 
Helen came in from the back yard to greet us.  She greeted Julia with 
a hug and a long kiss and then she turned to me. 
 
"Anne, you're looking lovely today," she said, embracing me. 
 
"Thank you, ma'am," I replied.  I was wearing one of my mother's 
sundresses, pastel pink with a shirred bodice.  I'd altered it myself, 
taking up the hem so it showed plenty of thigh. 
 
"Call me Helen, please," she said, kissing me on the cheek.  She led 
us upstairs to the guest bedroom and we unpacked our bags before 
heading downstairs to the patio where lunch was being served.  I half 
expected to see Brad there, but he was already off at school.  
Instead, Brad's older sister, Carrie, was there.  She was a lissome 
girl in her late teens, with big brown eyes, long blonde hair, and a 
slight resemblance to her brother.  Helen introduced us. 
 
"So you're the girl from Maine that Brad couldn't stop talking about," 
she said, taking my hand in hers and leaning over the table to kiss my 
cheek.  "You're cute," she whispered into my ear.  I blushed as she 
squeezed my hand. 
 
As we sat down to lunch all I could think about was what she said: 
"...Brad couldn't stop talking about".  The conversation washed over 
me as her words echoed in my ears: "...Brad couldn't stop talking 
about."  Julia looked over at me and gave me a knowing smile. 
 
After lunch I went upstairs to Brad's room.  I sat on his bed, 
remembering the time we'd first met, and I picked up his pillow and 
held it to my face, trying to pick up a trace of his scent.  Suddenly, 
the door opened; it was Carrie. 
 
"Don't mind me, Annie.  I'm just looking for his stash," she said, 
walking over to his desk and rummaging through his drawers.  "Ah, here 
it is.  He never takes it up to school.  Wanna smoke a joint?" 
 
"Sure," I said.  Carrie sat next to me on the bed, stretching out her 
long legs and reaching for an album cover. 
 
"Brad really likes you," she said, twisting up a joint and lighting 
it. 
 
"He hasn't written yet," I said.  I expected at least one letter, even 
a postcard. 
 
"The beginning of the term is busy.  He'll write.  He's usually pretty 
good about that sort of thing," Carrie said, handing me the joint.  I 
leaned back on the bed and took a big hit before passing it back to 
her. 
 
"Why don't you write something and leave it with me," she said.  I'm 
going up to visit in a couple of weeks and I could bring it to him." 
 
"Thanks."  She handed me the joint and I took another toke.  Carrie 
put her hand on my thigh, stroking it as her hand edged under the hem 
of my dress.  "How's Julia been?  It seems like years since I've seen 
her." 
 
"She's fine," I replied, laying back on Brad's bed as his sister began 
to pet me through my panties.  She leaned over and kissed me, exhaling 
pot smoke into my mouth as her tongue sought mine.  Carrie put down 
the joint and began to feel me up, running her hands over my belly, my 
hips, cupping my breasts through the shirred bodice of my dress.  I 
began to explore her lithe body, slipping my hands under her t-shirt, 
caressing her back, unclasping her bra. 
 
"Good idea," she whispered.  "Let's get a bit more comfortable."  She 
pulled her t-shirt over her head and shrugged her bra from her 
shoulders, lifting her hips off of the bed to pull down her short 
skirt.  I slipped my dress over my head and reached back to unhook my 
bra.  We kicked off our sandals and embraced again, clad only in our 
panties. 
 
"Nice titties," she said, cupping my breasts. 
 
"Thanks.  You too," I said.  She wasn't much bigger than me on top, 
but she had puffy nipples that stuck out like two cones.  I leaned 
over to taste them and the tips began to stiffen in my mouth.  Carrie 
moaned and pushed her thigh between my legs, pressing her sex against 
my skin.  I could feel her heat through her panties as she slowly 
humped my thigh, pressing her leg against my cleft. 
 
I let her take the active role, as if she wanted to take her brother's 
place between my legs.  I felt her slide her hand under the waistband 
of my panties and dip a finger in my moist slit.  She pulled her hand 
out and tasted the moisture on her finger. 
 
"You got fucked this morning, didn't you?" she said, laughing.  "Who 
with?" 
 
"No one you know," I said.  I wanted her to put her hand back where it 
had been, to finger me while we lay in her brother's bed. 
 
"C'mon, tell me," she insisted. 
 
"My papi." 
 
"Your who?" 
 
"My stepfather.  I took a shower with him and he held me in his arms 
and fucked me." 
 
"Wow, you're a hot one," she said, smiling. 
 
"That's not all.  I woke my stepbrothers up this morning with a blow 
job." 
 
"Sheesh.  How old are they?" 
 
"Paco's twelve and Del is almost fourteen." 
 
"What a slut!" she laughed.  Then she realized what she'd said.  "I 
didn't mean..." 
 
"I know," I said, pulling her down for a kiss.  "I like to get 
fucked." 
 
"You like to get eaten, too?" 
 
"Try me," I said. 
 
Carrie didn't bother with the trail of kisses down the body, or with 
thigh worship, or toe sucking, or tittie nibbling.  She pulled off my 
panties and went straight for my cunt, lapping up my juices -- and 
Ramon's sperm -- like a kitten with a bowl of cream.  She held my 
thighs open and concentrated on my center, her tongue playing a 
Baroque sonata on my clitoris: trills, arpeggios, staccato notes and 
slurs.  I quivered and quavered on Brad's bed, grabbing his pillow and 
holding it to my breasts, and biting it when I started to come.  At 
the very peak of my climax, Carrie lightly grazed my clit with her 
teeth, making me sit up and shriek, a divine mixture of pleasure and 
pain. 
 
"Too hard?" she asked, looking up from my glistening sex, her face 
moist with my juices. 
 
"No, that was great," I said, casting the pillow aside and pulling her 
on top of me.  It was strange to taste Ramon's cum on Carrie's full 
red lips. 
 
"Show me what Julia's taught you," she said, skinning off her panties 
and moving up to straddle my shoulders.  Her pussy was neatly trimmed 
so that only a thin strip of hair, like a punk Mohawk, remained.  
Carrie stuffed the pillow behind my head so that my face was but an 
inch from her sex.  I reached behind her to cup her bottom, bringing 
her pussy closer to my lips.  She leaned over, bracing herself against 
the wall as I began to probe her cleft with my tongue.  Carrie had a 
sweet, fresh taste, with a hint of something that reminded me of her 
brother's creamy love juice. 
 
"Ooh, yes...do me...lick me, Annie," she urged, moving her hips back 
and forth.  I ravished her pussy, from her juicy slit to her pearly 
clit, swollen and glistening as it emerged from its hood.  As I 
tongued her tasty sex, I alternated between caressing and squeezing 
her firm bottom, making her gasp as I pressed a fingertip into her 
tight ass.  Carrie's tits bounced as she humped my face, her eyes 
closed tight and her mouth open in a silent "o".  She rocked back and 
forth faster and I glued my lips to her slit, sucking her clit as hard 
as I could as I lashed it with my tongue.  This drove her over the 
edge, making her scream with delight as she rode my mouth, her whole 
body shaking with the force of her orgasm. 
 
"Wow, she did teach you well," Carrie said, dismounting me and 
stretching out on top of my body.  "I'll bet you suck a mean cock." 
 
"I only suck nice ones," I said, eliciting a laugh from her. 
 
"There'll be plenty of nice ones here tonight," she said, giving me a 
kiss.  We finished off the joint and got dressed, joining Julia and 
Helen by the pool.  Helen poured us both a glass of wine, her sly 
smile telling me that she'd heard our cries of pleasure all the way 
outside. 
As we sat by the pool and sipped our wine, Helen's husband, Bradley, 
came out of the house, dressed in a plush white terry-cloth robe, a 
glass of scotch in his hand.  He greeted his wife and daughter with 
kisses. 
 
"Julia, Annie.  So nice to see you again," he said. 
 
"How was golf, dear?" Helen asked. 
 
"Don't ask," Bradley replied, slugging back the remainder of his drink 
and shrugging off his robe.  He hadn't bothered with a bathing suit, 
and as he dived into the pool I caught a glimpse of his fat cock and  
hairy balls dangling between his legs.  Bradley swam the length of the 
pool underwater, surfacing at the other end and swimming back to the 
near side. 
 
"That felt good," he said, smoothing his wet hair back from his face.  
"Why don't you join me?" 
 
"Julia and I have an appointment with my hairdresser," Helen said.  
"But I'm sure Carrie and Annie would like to join you." 
 
"The water does look pretty inviting," I said.  "I'm going to go 
upstairs and change into my bikini." 
 
"Don't bother with a suit," Carrie said, pulling off her t-shirt and 
unzipping her skirt.  She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her 
panties, diving into the water over her father's head. 
 
"Go ahead, Annie," Julia said.  Not that I needed much in the way of 
encouragement.  I pulled my dress over my head and took off my bra and 
panties, walking over to the pool and dipping my toe in the water.  I 
could feel Bradley's eyes on me as I tested the water temperature.  
Sure enough, when I looked over at him, he was staring at my breasts, 
his gaze travelling down my body and coming to rest on my shaved 
pussy. 
 
"Water's fine," he said.  "Just dive right in." 
 
"Here goes," I said.  I leaned over and dived into the pool, doing the 
breast stroke as I swam to the far side, touching the wall and doing a 
back stroke back to the place where I'd started.  I clung to the edge 
next to Bradley. 
 
"Good swimmer," he said, diving under the surface and swimming between 
my legs, his back brushing against my thighs.  He came up behind me 
and I could feel his hardness pressing between my ass cheeks.  Carrie 
swam over to us and clung to the pool next to me. 
 
"That's not all she's good at, Daddy," Carrie said, her hand brushing 
against my breasts.  The cool water had made my nipples stiffen, and I 
shivered at her touch. 
 
"Cold, Annie?" Bradley asked. 
 
"No, not really," I said. 
 
"She's hot, Daddy," Carrie said, her hand reaching down between my 
legs.  She edged closer until I was sandwiched between father and 
daughter, her breasts pressing against mine, his cock stiffening 
between my cheeks.  I tilted my head and kissed her, feeling her 
father's lips on my neck, softly biting me like a vampire.  As we 
clung to the edge of the pool, I felt Carrie grasp her father's cock 
and press the tip against my sex. 
 
"Wait...I'm wearing a diaphragm.  Won't the water...?" I said, 
pressing my legs together and locking Bradley's hard cock between my 
thighs. 
 
"Bradley's had a vasectomy," Helen said.  She and Julia were still 
seated by the pool, sipping their wine and watching us.  "Enjoy him, 
dear." 
 
I parted my legs and released Bradley's penis, letting his daughter 
guide his thick shaft inside me.  As he filled me with his hard meat, 
he kicked off from the side of the pool, heading toward the center.    
This part of the pool was shallow enough for Bradley to stand in, but 
too deep for me, so I had to depend on his hands and his cock to keep 
me afloat as he penetrated me from behind.  Carrie followed us into 
the middle of the pool, ducking underwater to suckle my breasts while 
her father began to slowly thrust. 
 
Other than a bath or shower, I'd never made love in the water.  It was 
a collection of strange feelings: not being able to touch the bottom 
made me feel almost helpless.  The water pressure compressing my lungs 
kept me short of breath.  I hadn't done much swimming in fresh water, 
and the buoyancy felt different from the ocean.  Last but not least, 
the water diluted my vaginal juices, making the friction of Bradley's 
veiny shaft against the walls of my cunny all the more intense. 
 
As her father thrust inside me from behind, Carrie pressed close to me 
again, her nipples rubbing against mine, her fingers manipulating my 
clit.  I rested my head on her shoulder, keeping my face above the 
surface of the pool, holding her by the waist as Bradley fucked me. 
 
"She's close, Daddy," Carrie said, as I began to moan in her ear and 
breathe harder.  She was right; I was close to coming.  Her father's 
fat cockhead kept hitting that certain spot inside me, and as her 
fingers danced over my clit, I began to convulse as my climax seized 
control of my body.  My head submerged for a moment as Carrie fought 
my quivering limbs, but she managed to pull me back up before I 
swallowed too much water. 
 
"Is she all right?" Julia asked, getting up from her chair. 
 
"I'm okay," I said, coughing and gasping at the same time.  Still 
connected by his flesh, Bradley edged over to the shallow end of the 
pool where a series of steps led up to the edge.  There I supported 
myself on my hands and knees as Bradley, his hips unencumbered by the 
dampening effects of the water, began to pound my little pussy from 
behind.  Once I'd caught my breath, I tightened my muscles around his 
pole and was rewarded with a powerful jet of his hot semen. 
 
"Good girl," he said, leaning over my back to kiss my neck.  Even 
before he'd softened, he pulled out of me, leaving me on the steps of 
the pool, his diluted semen dripping down my thigh.  Carrie swam over 
and kissed me on the lips, the kiss her father should have given me.  
 
"Let me clean you, Annie," Carrie whispered, after her father had  
walked back into the house for another drink.  She brought me over to 
a chaise lounge next to the pool and knelt between my thighs, licking 
her father's cum from my sex.  I had a mini-orgasm as she cleaned me 
with her tongue, and afterwards I sat up and kissed her, tasting the 
chlorine and sperm on her lips. 
 
"We're off to our appointment," Julia said.  "You'll be okay here?" 
 
"I'll be fine," I said, reaching for her hand and squeezing it. 
 
"Okay, we'll be back soon," she said, heading back inside the house 
with Helen.  I heard a car drive off just as Bradley came out of the 
house with a fresh drink.  He walked over to where his daughter and I 
were laying. 
 
"I think I owe you this," he said, leaning down and kissing me on the 
lips.  "Helen can watch me screw a dozen women a night, but she can't 
stand to see me kiss anyone else on the lips." 
 
"Oh.  I see," I said.  I didn't really understand, but I liked to be 
kissed, so I let it pass. 
 
Carrie disappeared into the house, returning with a joint and another 
bottle of wine.  She lit the joint and passed it to her father before 
refilling my glass.  Between the pot, the wine, the sun, and the sex, 
I began to feel sleepy.  Since I didn't want to fall asleep outside 
and risk a painful sunburn, I excused myself, picked up my clothes, 
and went inside for a nap. 
 
"Can I join you?" Carrie asked, following me inside. 
 
"Sure," I said.  "But I really want to nap.  I've been up since six 
and it's going to be a long night." 
 
"Yeah, me too," she said, trying to hide her disappointment.  I headed 
towards the guest room but Carrie steered me to her bedroom. 
 
"My bed's more comfortable," she said.  "It's a waterbed." 
 
"I like this," I said as I laid down on her bed, feeling it gently 
undulate beneath my body. 
 
"Yeah, it's nice," Carrie said, draping her arm across my waist as she 
laid down next to me.  "My parents bought it for my sixteenth 
birthday." 
 
She moved her hips slightly, causing another set of waves to travel 
through the bed.  I thought I'd start to feel seasick, but instead it 
felt soothing.  Carrie gently kissed my cheek as the motion of the bed 
lulled me to sleep. 
 
Julia woke me up with a kiss, while on the other side of the bed, 
Helen was waking Carrie with a gentle caress.  I followed Julia to the 
guest room and took a quick shower, rinsing the pool's chlorine from 
my hair and skin.  Julia was nearly dressed when I emerged from the 
bathroom, wrapped in a towel.  I zipped up her black sheath dress and 
clasped the string of pearls around her neck. 
 
"Beautiful," I whispered, turning her around and kissing her.  I let 
the towel drop to the carpet, standing naked as she embraced me. 
 
"I wish we had more time," she said, glancing at the clock.  "Let me 
help you dress." 
 
Julia helped me into my black lace bra and panties, clasping the 
garter belt behind my waist and rolling the sheer black hosiery up my 
leg.  After she helped me with my makeup, I put on the black cocktail 
dress I'd worn to the Cabots' dinner, sheer sleeves over a silk bodice 
and a short, flouncy chiffon skirt.  Once the finishing touch had been 
applied, the strand of pearls she'd given me, I felt like an elegant 
young woman instead of a thirteen-year-old girl. 
 
The caterers had already started setting up in the kitchen and 
additional servers and bartenders were beginning to arrive.  Helen 
stood in the middle of the kitchen, trying to create order out of this 
chaos. 
 
"Let's stay out of her way," Bradley said, steering Julia and I into 
the living room.  He poured us some wine and we went out to the patio, 
watching the bustle of caterers and maids through the big glass door.  
Two bartenders were setting up next to the pool, an older black 
gentleman with a graying mustache and a younger white man with 
slicked-back black hair.  I recognized the younger one from the last 
party; he was the one to whom I gave a $100 tip for a scotch on the 
rocks.  He caught me looking at him, smiling and winking as he pulled 
liquor bottles from a case. 
 
Carrie came out of the house dressed in a white crepe sheath dress, 
tight and clingy in all the right places.  She'd put her hair up in a 
French twist, showcasing her dangly diamond earrings and the diamond 
necklace that adorned her long, shapely neck. 
 
"That's a lovely dress, Carrie," Julia said.  "Isn't it, Annie?" 
 
"It's beautiful," I said, wishing I had Carrie's long legs. 
 
"Thank you," Carrie said.  "I picked it up in Paris last month." 
 
Bradley went over to talk to the bartenders while Julia, Carrie, and I 
sat down by the pool.  Helen soon joined us, bringing out a glass of 
wine for Carrie and a martini for herself.  She hadn't dressed for 
dinner yet and was still wearing a pale yellow pantsuit, a frazzled 
expression on her face from dealing with the caterers. 
 
"I swear," she said, "it's so hard to find good help these days." 
 
"Would you rather do it yourself, Mother?" Carrie asked. 
 
"Heavens no!" Helen laughed.  "I'd be cooking for a week." 
 
She drained her martini and went back in to dress for dinner while we 
sat by the pool, watching the sun set over the trees that sheltered 
the patio from prying eyes and nosy neighbors.  We'd just finished our 
drinks when Helen returned, wearing white like her daughter, except 
her  silk dress was longer and slit up the side, almost to her hips.  
The neckline dipped provocatively, revealing her deep cleavage and 
plenty of tanned skin.  She had the bartenders mix her another martini 
and then joined us by the pool. 
 
"Everything okay, Mother?" asked Carrie. 
 
"Fine, dear," she replied.  "I think I can relax now.  Do you have any 
pot?  I'd love to smoke some." 
 
Carrie opened her white sequined clutch purse and extracted a pack of 
cigarettes, pulling a joint from among the Marlboro Lights.  She lit 
it and passed it to her mother, who took a deep drag before passing 
back.  As the four of us smoked and sipped our drinks, I noticed the 
young bartender glancing at us. 
 
"Hey, Carrie," I whispered in her ear.  "Can you do me a big favor?" 
 
"Sure," she said. 
 
"Do you have another joint I can have?" 
 
"Yes, I've got plenty," she said, reaching into the cigarette pack.  
She noticed me glancing over at the young bartender.  "He's a hunk, 
isn't he?  Here," she said, handing me a joint. 
 
"Thanks.  I'll be back in a few minutes," I said, discreetly spilling 
out the wine that remained in my glass into the grass next to the 
pool.  I stood up and walked my empty glass over to the bar, timing it 
so that the older bartender was away, leaving the younger one by 
himself. 
 
"What can I do you for?" he asked. 
 
"White, please."  I watched as he uncorked a fresh bottle of Chablis, 
pouring a small amount into my glass.  I'd seen this done in a 
restaurant once: I brought the glass to my nose, sniffing the bouquet, 
and then took a small sip.  I had no idea whether the wine was good or 
not, but I nodded my approval anyway and he filled the rest of my 
glass. 
 
"Got a light?" I asked, holding the joint up like a cigarette.  He 
produced a gold lighter from the pocket of his white waistcoat, 
touching the blue flame to the end.  I took a drag, tilting my head 
back as I exhaled, and passed it to him. 
 
"Not here.  I don't want my boss to see," he said, looking around. 
 
"Come with me, then," I said, walking behind the bar and taking him by 
the hand, leading him around to the side of the house, behind the 
garage.  A large pine tree and a small free-standing shed formed a 
quiet corner. 
 
"Patrick," he said, extending his hand as he puffed on the joint. 
 
"Annie," I replied, as he passed it back to me. 
 
"How old are you, Annie?" 
 
"Sixteen," I said, trying to lie convincingly. 
 
"Really?"  He looked me over, suspiciously. 
 
"Fourteen?"  I was a terrible liar.  "Okay, fourteen this December." 
 
"I would have guessed seventeen," he said, taking a drag on the joint. 
 
"Thank you," I said.  I wondered when I'd trade wanting to look older 
for wanting to look younger; ten more years, I guessed. 
 
"I never got to thank you for that tip you gave me," he said.  "That 
was pretty generous of you.  Thanks."  He put his hand on the small of 
my back and I felt drawn to him.  I leaned closer, tilting my head up 
and closing my eyes, feeling his lips against mine.  We kissed in the 
dark corner between the garage and the shed, lips pressed together, 
tongues intertwined.  I felt him begin to grow beneath his trousers, 
his hardness throbbing against me. 
 
"Take off your jacket, Patrick," I said.  He looked puzzled for a 
moment and then complied.  I took it from him and laid it on the 
ground at his feet, lining side down, and then I knelt on it.  As I 
reached for his zipper, I could still feel the prickly pine needles 
under the jacket, but at least they wouldn't ruin my fine stockings.  
I fished his penis out from his pants and boxers; not too big, not too 
small, with a bulbous purplish head that just begged to be sucked. 
 
"Annie, you shouldn't..." he began to say.  The feeling of my tongue 
swirling over the head of his cock cut him short.  He sighed as my 
lips sank down his veiny shaft and my tongue bathed the underside of 
his rigid tool.  I'd left a lipstick mark two inches from the base of 
his cock, and with each trip down his shaft I tried to get more of him 
in my mouth, stopping when I felt his spongy cockhead hit the back of 
my throat and nearly trigger my gag reflex.  After that, I backed off 
and didn't try to deep throat him. 
 
I looked up at him while I slowly sucked his prick, enjoying his 
blissful expression as much as I savored the taste of his precum.  He 
looked down and caressed my cheek as I fellated him, his hips moving 
slightly in time with my rhythm, his cock tensing and relaxing between 
my lips. 
 
Just as I reached into his trousers to fondle his balls, I felt his 
penis twitch on my tongue, and I heard him gasp as he began to spurt 
his hot cum in my mouth.  I kept him between my lips, milking him dry 
before releasing him and gently stuffing him back in his trousers.  He 
pulled me to my feet and kissed me. 
 
"Thanks for the drink," I said, licking my lips. 
 
"Was that my tip for tonight?" Patrick said, brushing the pine needles 
from his jacket. 
 
"Unless I win another bet, I suppose it is." 
 
"Another bet?" 
 
As we finished off the joint, I explained to Patrick how at the last 
party two of Helen's friends, Laura and Rob, had bet each other over 
the color of my underwear, and how I ended up with $400 in the 
process. 
 
"These people are crazy," he laughed, "but it's a good crazy." 
 
Before we left our private little spot, we checked each other for 
telltale stains and, finding none, we returned to the patio.  I gave 
Patrick a discreet pat on his cute butt and returned to where Julia 
and Carrie were seated.  As I washed down the taste of Patrick's semen 
with Chablis, I noticed that a few guests had already arrived. 
 
"Thanks for the joint," I said to Carrie.  She leaned over and kissed 
me on the lips, her tongue washing over mine. 
 
"Mmmm...cum kiss," she said, squeezing my thigh. 
 
"Having fun already?" Julia asked.  I smiled and took her hand, 
squeezing it. 
 
"I always have fun when I'm with you," I said. 
 
"You're so sweet, Annie," Julia said, leaning over to kiss me.  "Come, 
let's freshen our drinks and mingle." 
 
We walked over to the bar, where the older bartender poured us some 
more Chablis, giving me a wink in the process.  I smiled at him and 
glanced over at Patrick, who was mixing another martini for Helen.  A 
pair of maids in skimpy uniforms were circulating with trays of hors 
d'oeuvres as newly arrived guests wandered out to the patio. 
 
"Annie!"  I heard a familiar voice and turned to see who it was. 
 
"Laura!"  She walked over with her husband, giving me a friendly hug 
and a kiss on the cheek.  Rob kissed me on the lips, reaching behind 
me to squeeze my bottom. 
 
"We have another bet going, but I'm not going to tell you what it is 
until later," he said. 
 
"Not the color of my undies again, is it?" I asked. 
 
"No, Annie.  That's easy enough to guess," Laura said, reaching for my 
shoulder to tuck my exposed bra strap back under the neckline of my 
dress.  It must have slipped out while I was sucking Patrick's cock. 
 
"Oops," I said, blushing. 
 
"It's your special night," she said. 
 
"You know?"  I'd almost forgotten what was about to happen here. 
 
"Just about everyone does," she said.  "Nervous, dear?" 
 
"No, not really," I said, though that wasn't really true. 
 
"Relax, sweetie.  Everyone here wants you to enjoy yourself." 
 
"I guess," I said.  Laura kissed me again, on my lips this time, 
before heading to the bar with Rob to get a drink. 
 
I was nibbling on a shrimp from the buffet when I caught a glimpse of 
a pair of deep blue eyes gazing back at me.  It was Katherine, and we 
gravitated towards each other through the gathering crowd. 
 
"Annie."  She smiled at me, her blue eyes twinkling. 
 
"Kathy."  She took my hand and squeezed it before leaning over to kiss 
me, her raven hair tickling my arm.  "That last party, I wanted to..." 
 
"I know," she said.  "You remember Candy, don't you?" 
 
"Hi, Annie."  Candace kissed me on the cheek.  She'd dyed her long 
blonde hair red since the last party.  Bradley saw the three of us 
together and came over, a glass of scotch in his hand. 
 
"Blonde, redhead, or brunette," he said.  "Decisions, decisions." 
 
"You know you could have all three of us, Bradley," Candace said. 
 
"True, true," he replied. 
 
I stood there while Kathy caressed my back, not really listening to 
their conversation, just sipping my wine and enjoying Kathy's light 
touch.  I felt another pair of hands encircle my waist. 
 
"Hands off her, she's mine," Carrie said, laughing. 
 
"I guess I'll have to fight you for her," Kathy chuckled. 
 
"We'll fill the pool with jello after dinner and you two can wrestle 
over her," Bradley quipped. 
 
"Sounds like fun," Candace said. 
 
"Annie!"  Margaret ran up to me from the house and gave me a hug.  
Shelly was right behind her. 
 
"Hi, sweetie," I said, kissing Margaret.  For once she wasn't in 
black, wearing a flouncy pink satin party dress tied in back with a 
big bow.  "You look lovely," I said. 
 
"The dress is from the vintage clothing store next door to my place," 
Shelly said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and another on the lips.  I 
introduced her to everyone, though she knew Candace, who'd been to her 
shop. 
 
"Bring anything interesting?" she asked Shelly. 
 
"Nothing that could fit in this, unfortunately," Shelly said, holding 
up a small black clutch purse that matched her vintage beaded dress. 
 
We chatted for a while and then Carrie and I wandered off to smoke 
another joint, sharing it with Steve and Monica, the couple who had 
sat across from me during Helen's last dinner party.  Then Carrie 
introduced me to a score of different people, their names going in one 
ear and out the other as I walked around in a haze of wine and pot 
smoke. 
 
Helen announced that dinner was served, and we wandered inside with 
the crowd, gathering around the table in the big formal dining room.  
I was seated between Julia and Carrie, with Rob and Laura opposite us.  
Dinner -- grilled swordfish -- went by quickly, and the conversation, 
as before, was all about money, the election, money, the hostages in 
Iran, and money.  Money, money, money.  I looked over at Carrie from 
time to time and she seemed as bored as I was. 
 
"It'll all be over soon," she said, lighting another joint as the 
servants cleared away the dishes and brought coffee.  She squeezed my 
thigh under the table.  I took a deep drag on the joint and passed it 
to Julia, who took a hit and passed it on.  After coffee and liqueurs 
were served, the guests began to filter out to the patio, forming a 
small crowd at the bar. 
 
"That was boring," Margaret said, finding me at the bar as I was 
getting another glass of wine. 
 
"Things will get more interesting," I said.  "Trust me." 
 
Just as I said that, I saw a tall blonde woman, whose name I couldn't 
recall, stepping out of her dress and kneeling in front of a man whose 
name might have been George, pulling his trousers down and pouncing on  
his cock like a lioness, nearly knocking him off his feet as she 
sucked him. 
 
"Icebreaker," Carrie said.  Margaret just stared.  She'd seen plenty 
of men blow each other, but had never seen a woman fellate a man. 
 
"Want to take a closer look?" Shelly said to her daughter.  Margaret 
nodded, and Shelly led her by the hand to where the woman was hungrily 
sucking the cock of He-Who-Might-Be-Named-George.  They were out of 
earshot, but I could tell that Shelly was giving her daughter a "blow-
by-blow" explanation of what was going on, commenting on the blonde's 
technique. 
 
I felt a pair of hands encircle my waist, a familiar set of lips 
nibbling on my neck.  "Julia," I whispered. 
 
"Come upstairs and we'll get you ready," she said.  Helen was with 
her, and they led me inside the house and upstairs to Helen's bedroom.  
Julia unzipped my dress and slipped it off my shoulders, and then she 
pulled my panties down my thighs, holding my hand as I stepped out of 
them. 
 
"Have a seat, Annie," Helen said, directing me over to her vanity.  
While she touched up my makeup, Julia applied rouge to my nipples and 
labia, coloring my sex a deep shade of crimson that matched my 
lipstick and nails.  After Julia brushed out my hair, Helen produced a 
pair of black crotchless panties, a skimpy lace confection that 
covered nothing at all, and slid them up my legs. 
 
"What do you think," Julia asked her. 
 
"Perfect," she replied. 
 
I looked in the mirror, hardly recognizing my reflection.  I looked 
five years older, almost Carrie's age. 
 
"Ready, baby?" Julia asked me. 
 
"I guess," I replied.  I could hear the sound of voices and ice 
clinking in glasses wafting up from the patio, water splashing in the 
pool, a cork being popped. 
 
"Having second thoughts?" Helen asked.  "It's never too late to change 
your mind." 
 
"No.  Let's do this," I said.  I was about to act out a fantasy, to 
live a dream made real.  Opportunities like that don't come along 
every day. 
 
"That's my girl," Julia said, kissing me on the cheek, mindful of my 
freshly applied lipstick.  They led me back downstairs and out to the 
patio, where a hush fell over everyone.  Someone began to clap their 
hands, and this became a smattering of applause punctuated with a few 
appreciative whistles and hoots.  As Julia and Helen led me into the 
crowd of people, I began to feel as if I was moving in slow motion, 
that my feet were floating above the patio tiles, that if Julia and 
Helen had let go of my hands I would have slowly flown away, over the 
crowd, over the trees, up and away into the moonless sky. 
 
Next to the pool was a padded table, roughly three feet tall and about 
the size of an office desk.  It was slightly tilted, with a pillow on 
the high end and a crescent-shaped cutout on the lower end.  Helen and 
Julia led me over and helped me hop up on to the table, positioning me 
so my legs were dangling from the low end and the pillow was under my 
head. 
 
"Comfy?" Helen asked. 
 
"Yes, thanks," I said.  The padding was a bit thin in a few places, 
but it wasn't uncomfortable.  With the pillow behind my head I'd be 
able to see everything, everyone.  Already some of the men were 
undressing, and some of the women were lending a hand or a mouth in 
order to get them ready for me.   I felt butterflies in my stomach, a 
tingle of anticipation between my legs, and my heart began to beat a 
bit faster.  I could see Margaret sitting on her mother's lap.  She 
had her pretty pink dress hiked up around her waist and Shelly's hand 
was moving inside her frilly panties.  She whispered something in her 
daughter's ear, something that made Margaret's smile. 
 
"Are you ready, Annie?" Julia asked me. 
 
"Could you...?  You know..."  I found it hard to say the words in 
front of a crowd of people, but Julia knew what I wanted.  She kissed 
me first, a passionate kiss on the lips, before kneeling between my 
legs and kissing my crimson sex.  Her skillful tongue teased my 
clitty, making it swell, making my juices flow.  As Julia ravished my 
pussy, Helen began to caress my breasts, leaning over me to suckle my 
stiff nipples.  I began to forget about the crowd, losing myself in 
the process, letting Julia and Helen carry me towards my release.  I 
was getting close, very close, really, really close. 
 
And then they stopped. 
 
"Hey, Annie."  That voice... 
 
"Brad!"  I looked up to see Julia moving aside to make room for him 
between my legs.  He was naked, his lovely cock was hard and 
throbbing, and it was the most wonderful sight I could wish for.  He 
leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, his penis pressing against 
my cleft. 
 
"I thought you were away at school," I whispered. 
 
"I caught a ride back for the weekend," he said, reaching down and  
pressing the tip of his cock up against my hungry slit.  "I didn't 
want to miss the party." 
 
"Take me," I whispered, reaching out to pull his body against mine.  
He entered me with a powerful thrust, burying his cock to the hilt 
with a single stroke.  I began to cream beneath him as the climax that 
Julia's tongue had started suddenly bubbled over.  I quivered beneath 
him, my pussy spasming around his beautiful cock, my fingers digging 
into his back as my pleasure seized control of my limbs. 
 
"I'm not gonna last," he groaned, his cock twitching inside me as he 
pounded my pussy fast and hard, keeping me atop my orgasmic plateau. 
 
"Let go, baby," I moaned.  "Come for me." 
 
Brad grunted as his hips began to stutter.  His glans seemed to flare 
inside me like a cobra's hood, and I felt a sudden warmth as his cock 
erupted, filling me with his cum.  As his thrusts slowed, I caressed 
his smooth, strong back, wishing he could stay inside me all night. 
 
"May I have this dance?"  It was Brad's father, tapping on his son's 
shoulder. 
 
"Sure, Dad.  Just don't wear her out," Brad said, pulling his cock out 
of me.  His father was about to mount me when Helen stopped him. 
 
"Waste not, want not," she said, sliding a stainless steel bowl into a 
recess in the table under the crescent-shaped cutout right between my 
legs.  Already, the first drip of Brad's semen that oozed from my 
snatch fell into the bowl with a "ping". 
 
"Carry on," Helen said, kissing her husband and stroking his thick 
cock.  She guided him inside my pussy, smiling at me as Bradley 
(Senior) began to thrust, churning up the mess that Brad (Junior) had 
made in my cunny.  He leaned down as if to kiss me, but he whispered 
in my ear instead. 
 
"I love sloppy seconds, especially if my son goes first," he said.  I 
laughed with him, clenching my pussy around his hardness as he fucked 
me.  That's when I began to relax, my nervousness evaporating, looking 
around and smiling at the people who were watching me.  Not everyone 
had their eyes on me: there were couples and threesomes engaged in 
various activities around and in the pool, and a few people had 
wandered inside, no doubt to snort a line or find a more private spot. 
 
"Feel good, hon?" Helen asked her husband.  She stood next to him, 
caressing his back as she watched him fuck me. 
 
"Fantastic," he said, as he began to pump my pussy faster.  Helen's 
hand dipped between Bradley's cheeks, and I could tell by the way his 
cock stiffened inside me that she was fingering his ass.  "Gawd, that 
feels great," he groaned. 
 
"You like my husband's cock, Annie?" Helen asked.  I smiled and 
nodded, tightening my pussy around his thick tool.  Bradley's face 
began to redden, and he grunted as his cock began to spasm inside me, 
filling my cunny with his hot, thick cream.  He didn't wait until he 
softened before pulling out, and as his seed oozed out of me, Helen 
knelt at his feet and cleaned his sticky prick with her mouth. 
 
I felt suddenly empty without a cock in me, stranded half-way to 
another orgasm.  Suddenly, an older gentleman appeared, sixtyish, with 
thinning gray hair, and dressed in a white dinner jacket.  He greeted 
Julia by kissing her hand. 
 
"Madame," he said.  She gave him a coquettish smile. 
 
"Burton," Julia replied, "This is Annie.  Annie, this is Burton, an 
old friend." 
 
"What a charming young lady," he said, kissing the back of my hand.  
He stood between my legs and dropped his trousers.  Burton's cock 
wasn't the biggest, but it certainly had the fattest head I'd ever 
seen.  "May I?" he asked. 
 
"Please," I replied, gasping as the big mushroom-shaped glans wormed 
inside my messy snatch. 
 
"Ahhhh," he sighed, "sweet youth."  Before he started thrusting, he 
doffed his dinner jacket and draped it over the back of a chair.  Then 
he leaned over and kissed me on the lips, gently caressing my breasts 
as his hips began to move back and forth at a stately pace.  The fat 
head of his penis acted like a plunger inside me, sloshing around the 
semen that Brad and his father had deposited in my snatch.  The thick 
fleshy ridge of his glans pressed against my sensitive inner spot, 
putting me back on the road to Cumville. 
 
"So...big..." I gasped as Burton's fat cockhead reamed out my pussy.  
"You...should...try...this..." 
 
"Perhaps I will," Julia said, watching his veiny shaft disappear 
inside my cleft.  She began to rub my clit, sending me over the edge 
and making me buck and thrash on the table as I came.  Seeing me in 
the throes of an orgasm and feeling my pussy spasm around his cock had 
the desired effect on Burton, and he gave me a few last thrusts before 
filling me with his seed.  Before he pulled out he leaned over and 
gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. 
 
"Mmmm...thank you," I whispered. 
 
"It is I who should thank you," he said, kissing me on the forehead as 
he withdrew.  Almost immediately, another man took his place, younger, 
naked, erect. 
 
"My name's Gary," he said, introducing himself as he plunged his cock 
into me.  He began to thrust quickly right from the start; short, fast 
strokes that made my little titties jiggle.  When he came it seemed 
like he'd never stop, endless jets of semen that I could almost taste.   
 
When he was done, Rob was there to take his place.  He gave me some 
cocaine from a brown glass vial with a little silver spoon.  Rob  
passed the spoon and vial to his wife, who took a seat next to the 
table, across from Julia.  Laura snorted coke as her husband mounted 
me, his rigid tool jackhammering my tender pussy.  I could tell he'd 
done a line or two because he took so long to come.  By the time he 
was done, I'd had my third orgasm, and there were a half dozen men 
waiting their turn. 
 
"You look like my granddaughter," a portly older man said as he 
screwed me.  He had coarse gray pubic hair that tickled my labia every 
time he buried his tool inside me, and when he came he tenderly 
caressed my cheek, making me feel like he actually could have been my 
grandfather. 
 
Patrick the bartender was next.  He handed me a scotch on the rocks 
first, and I took a few sips as he fondled my breasts, his hardness 
resting on my shaved mound. 
 
"I thought you were working," I said. 
 
"I'm on break," Patrick replied. 
 
"Back to work," I said as I reached down to guide his cock inside me.  
He laughed and began to thrust; long, slow strokes with a slight twist 
of the hips, just like Del.  I pulled him closer for a kiss, feeling a 
spark as our tongues met.  I was thinking of how I could take both 
Patrick and Brad to bed when I began to come again, each bump and 
ridge on Patrick's veiny shaft sending waves of pleasure through my 
body.  I squeezed his cock with my spasming pussy, milking the cum 
from his heavy balls. 
 
"Let me know when you want a refill," he said, kissing me as he pulled 
out. 
 
"My drink or my pussy?" 
 
"Both," he said, laughing and pulling up his trousers.  Patrick 
returned to the bar and I looked up to see George, stroking his cock 
while he waited. 
 
"George?" 
 
"Geoff.  But you were close," he said. 
 
"Sorry," I said. 
 
"Don't worry about it," he replied.  "Would you mind sucking me 
instead?" 
 
"Sure."  He walked around to the head of the table and presented the 
cock that I'd seen the pretty blonde woman suck earlier in the 
evening.  I'd just taken his glans in my mouth when Margaret appeared, 
her mother in tow.  She'd shed her dress and was clad only in her 
ruffled panties and a pair of lacy ankle socks. 
 
"You're going to suck George?" Margaret asked. 
 
"Geoff," he said. 
 
I nodded, unable to speak with my mouth full of cock. 
 
"Can I watch?"  she asked.  I nodded again.  As I concentrated on 
Geoff's big cock, someone I couldn't see stood between my legs, 
caressing my thighs.  I felt the fleshy tip of a hard penis pressing 
into my messy hole, a thick shaft filling my pussy again.  I closed my 
eyes and kept ravishing Geoff's tool with my tongue, trying not to see 
who was pounding my pussy.  I felt like such a nasty little slut not 
knowing who it was. 
 
Geoff took me by surprise, his cock filling my mouth without warning, 
not even a twitch.  I gulped down his seed, milking him with my lips, 
and he withdrew, a thin string of sperm hanging between the tip of his 
penis and my lips. 
 
"Who are you?" I asked the stranger who was pounding my pussy with his 
cock.  He was younger than most of the men here, closer to Brad's age, 
with a thick, unruly mop of red hair. 
 
"Danny," he said, "I drove Brad down from school."  He held my thighs 
and folded my legs against my body, leaning over me as he began to 
fuck me harder.  I could feel the sperm gushing from my pussy with 
each stroke, oozing between my cheeks and dripping into the bowl. 
 
Danny didn't take very long to add his contribution to the ocean of 
cum in my cunny, and he looked a bit sheepish as he kissed me 
afterwards, furtively glancing around to see if Brad was watching.  
Stepping up to take his place was the black bartender. 
 
"Think you can handle this?" he asked, dropping his trousers and boxer 
shorts, revealing his thick ebony cock, the biggest one I'd ever seen. 
 
"Try me," I said, spreading my legs wider.  People began to gather 
around the table, eager to see if I could accommodate the man's huge 
organ.  I reached down to feel his cock.  He was rock hard, a tear of 
precum forming at the tip.  I pulled him closer, rubbing his fat glans 
over my messy snatch, using the sperm that leaked out of my slit as a 
lubricant.  He began to push his cock inside me, slowly stretching my 
tender hole. 
 
"Fuck, you're huge," I gasped. 
 
"My name's John, not 'Fuck'," he laughed. 
 
"John, you're huge," I said, giggling. 
 
"Should I stop?" 
 
"No, keep going," I gasped.  His thick penis displaced much of the cum 
that had been spurted inside me, and it dripped out of my pussy and 
into the bowl between my legs. 
 
"How does it feel?" Margaret asked, watching with fascination as the 
bartender drove his fat cock into my hungry hole. 
 
"Amazing," I said through clenched teeth.  It took a minute for John 
to fill me completely.  He paused for a moment before beginning to 
thrust. 
 
"Damn, you're tight," he said.  "Ready?" 
 
I nodded, and he held my hips as he began to thrust.  It felt like a 
telephone pole was sawing in and out of me.  I looked down to watch 
the progress of his cock as it disappeared inside me and reappeared, 
coated with semen.  I laid back on the table, savoring the feeling of 
John's huge member as it stretched my well-used cunny.   
 
John had just begun to speed up his thrusts, sending little wavelets 
of pleasure through my belly, when he suddenly grunted and stopped 
moving.  I felt his cock spurting inside me, replacing the semen that 
had been churned out of my pussy by his thick shaft. 
 
"Sorry," he said as he pulled his softening cock from my pussy, "It's 
been a while." 
 
"That's okay," I said.  "Come back later." 
 
After John's monster of a cock, the next few that followed seemed to 
suffer by comparison.  It wasn't until Bradley returned for a second 
helping that I came again.  He couldn't match John in length, but he 
was nearly as thick, and he did manage to last longer as well. 
 
Over the course of two and a half hours I was taken by just about 
every man at the party, some of them twice.  I'd sucked a few of their 
hard cocks and swallowed their cream, but the majority had used my 
pussy, spurting their cum inside me.  I lost track of how many cocks 
I'd had, but I came about a dozen times before my cunny began to get 
sore. 
 
"How are you feeling, dear?" Julia asked me. 
 
"I think I've had enough," I said. 
 
"One last thing, Annie," Helen said.  She pulled the stainless steel 
bowl from its recess within the table.  There had to be at least a 
pint of semen, cum that had mixed with my juices and dripped out of my 
pussy. 
 
"I have to drink it?" 
 
"Every drop," she said. 
 
I held the bowl in my hands, swirling it around and picking out a 
couple of pubic hairs that floated in the bowl.  The white fluid had 
an almost bluish tint to it, and it clung to the sides of the bowl 
like buttermilk.  I brought the bowl to my lips, aware of the crowd 
that was watching me, as I tilted it and let the contents slide down 
my throat.  I choked it down, trying not to gag from the bitterness.  
Once I had drained the bowl, I chased it with the remains of my scotch 
on the rocks. 
 
"Congratulations, Annie," Helen said, kissing my cum-glazed lips.  She 
gently pushed me back on the table, and as Julia kissed me I felt 
Helen's lips on my pussy, licking my messy slit.  Though my hole was 
sore from all the hard cocks that had been crammed inside it, my clit 
felt fine, especially when Helen's tongue swirled around it. 
 
The men had enjoyed my body; now it was the women's turn.  They 
crowded around me, kissing me, caressing me, stroking my hair and 
cupping my breasts, offering me their nipples to suckle, their lips to 
kiss.  Helen's lips left my sex, making room for someone else.  I 
couldn't see who it was as I was awash in a sea of flesh and someone's 
breasts were blocking my line of sight.  All I knew was that I was 
coming again, and again, and again. 
 
"Pretty Annie," someone said.  It was Katherine, her beautiful blue 
eyes shining as she kissed me.  "You're one of the girls now." 
 
"So young," someone else said.  "I'm surprised she lasted so long." 
 
"I knew she could do it," said another familiar voice.  It was Laura, 
and she seemed giddy, grinning broadly as she leaned over to kiss me. 
 
"I bet Rob that you'd last more than two hours," she whispered in my 
ear.  "Thanks, doll." 
 
"How much?" 
 
"I'm getting a new Jaguar," she said, pulling a wad of cash from her 
clutch purse.  "Here.  Take this."  She pressed the money into my hand 
and kissed me, disappearing into the crowd before I could protest. 
 
Julia and Helen helped me from the table, holding me up until I could 
stand on my own.  My legs were rubbery and my pussy felt numb, like 
someone had rubbed cocaine into it.  Julia accompanied me to the 
bathroom, just to make sure I didn't pass out on the toilet.  Before 
we rejoined the party, I counted the wad of cash Laura had given me 
and slipped it into my bag: $2,000.  My heart skipped a beat when I 
counted it again. 
 
I was starting to feel a little woozy from everything: the sex, the 
booze, and the pot, so I headed down to the living room where I knew 
Rob would be holding court.  Sure enough, he was there with Laura, 
laying out lines on the glass coffee table.  Katherine was there, too, 
as was Candace. 
 
"Here's our girl," he said.  "Come here, Annie.  Have a line." 
 
Rob scooted over on the couch to make room for me, and I sat between 
him and Laura.  As he cut a few more lines, Laura began to gently 
massage my back. 
 
"How do you feel, Annie?" she asked. 
 
"Just a bit sore," I said. 
 
"This'll make you feel better," Rob said, handing me a rolled up bill.  
I snorted the line of coke he'd cut for me, perking up as the 
alkaloids entered my bloodstream.  After the second line, I felt like 
I could spend another two hours on the table getting fucked. 
 
"There you are," Brad said, walking into the living room with his 
friend Danny.  "I was looking for you." 
 
"Have a line, kids," Rob said, opening another brown glass vial and 
pouring the contents on the glass coffee table.  He cut a few more 
lines for everyone.  Suddenly, the room seemed to get much brighter, 
the noise of the party louder, and I didn't feel as sore down there.  
I got up from the couch and sat on the floor next to Brad, reaching 
between his legs to stroke his beautiful cock. 
 
"Feeling better, I see," he whispered.  I giggled and pushed him back 
on the carpet, straddling his hips and guiding his cock inside my 
pussy.  There was just a brief twinge of pain as he entered me, but   
Brad let me set the pace, moving his hips ever so slightly against 
mine. 
 
I had just mounted Brad when I felt a warm, wet feeling between my 
cheeks.  It was Katherine, licking me back there, probing my bottom  
with her tongue.  She smiled when she saw me looking over my shoulder 
and then went back to rimming me. 
 
"Don't stop," I said when she paused.  She crawled out from behind me 
and kissed me on the lips, penetrating my mouth with the tongue that 
had just been in my ass. 
 
"I'm just getting you ready for Rob," Katherine said.  She kneeled 
next to me and put her hands on my cheeks, spreading them.  Suddenly, 
I felt the top of a cock pressing against my slippery anus, pushing 
inside me.  I stopped humping Brad for a moment to let Rob's cock 
penetrate my ass, gritting my teeth against the pain. 
 
"Are you okay?" Brad asked. 
 
"Don't you have some lubricant?" I said to Katherine.  She shook her 
head. 
 
"Here," Laura said, reaching into her purse for a small tube of KY 
Jelly.  She handed it to Katherine, who squirted some on Rob's rigid 
shaft and smeared it around his pole.  The pain began to abate as Rob 
eased his slick penis inside me.  I began to rock my hips, my pussy 
gripping and releasing Brad's cock as Rob began to fuck my tight 
bottom. 
 
"I can feel him," Brad said, moving his hips against mine.  I leaned 
down and kissed him, looking up afterwards to see Danny kneeling by my 
head, offering his cock for me to suck.  I gladly obliged, parting my 
lips to take his penis in my mouth and swirling my tongue over his 
veiny shaft.  Now I had three cocks inside me, and though I'd done 
this with Ramon and my brothers, this was the first time I'd pleasured 
three fully grown male members.  I closed my eyes and savored the 
wonderful feeling of being stuffed full of hard meat. 
 
I felt hands on my breasts; Candace and Katherine were cupping my 
titties and pinching my nipples while Brad, Rob, and Danny filled me 
with their cocks.  Another pair of hands caressed my back.  I could 
only guess that it was Laura.  With Danny's thick tool in my mouth I 
couldn't turn my head to look. 
 
The cocaine had numbed my body, and I wondered if I could even have 
another orgasm after all I'd been through that evening.  It almost 
didn't matter at this point; I wanted to make Brad come most of all, 
and I could tell from the way his cock was twitching inside me that he 
was getting close.  I started to clench my pussy around his thrusting 
tool, urging him to his climax. 
 
Danny was the first to come, his cock twitching and spurting in my 
mouth as soon as Katherine began to finger his ass.  I swallowed his  
hot seed, trying to keep it from dripping on Brad, though he didn't 
seem to mind when a couple of drops fell on his chest.  As soon as 
Danny pulled his softening cock from my mouth, Katherine kissed me, 
eager to taste his essence on my lips. 
 
That left Brad and Rob, their hard cocks pistoning in and out of my 
two tender holes, separated only by the thin wall of flesh between my 
ass and my pussy.  I clenched my muscles around both of their poles, 
anticipating the feeling of their cocks spurting inside me, filling me 
with their cum.  Just thinking about this was a source of intense 
arousal, and little wavelets of pleasure began to ripple out from my 
center. 
 
"You're close, aren't you?" Laura asked, seeing my face begin to 
flush.  As she kissed me on the lips, Candy and Kathy began to suckle 
my breasts, their tongues flicking over my stiff little nipples.  I 
loved this feeling, being in the locus of five peoples' attention, two 
stiff pricks, three hungry mouths, ten hands and fifty fingers gliding 
over my flesh.  I thought I wouldn't come, but I did, my body 
quivering and shaking on top of Brad as my orgasm hit me, an intense 
climax that spurred him on to fuck me harder. 
 
As I came, I clenched my bottom hard around Brad and Rob, the two 
cocks assaulting my tender pussy and tight ass.  Brad's cock stiffened 
in my cunny, filling me with warmth as he let go of his seed.  My 
pussy tightened around his spasming cock, almost as if by reflex.  As 
soon as he'd begun to soften inside me, I felt Rob begin to spurt in 
my bottom, blasting a hot jet of semen in my ass.  His thrusting 
slowed and stopped, and as soon as he pulled out of me, I felt a 
tongue swirling up my crack and enter my bottom.  It was Katherine 
again, lapping up the semen Rob had left in my ass. 
 
"That was fun," Rob said, sitting on the couch again.  "More lines?" 
 
We snorted some more coke, and I laid down on the carpet so Candace  
could lick Brad's cum from my pussy.  As she cleaned my cunny with her 
tongue, Katherine sat on my face and I finally got my chance to suck 
and lick her lovely sex. 
 
"You should come visit me and Candy some time," Katherine said, 
leaning over to kiss me after I'd made her come.  "We could have a lot 
of fun." 
 
"I'd like that," I said as she helped me to my feet.  My legs were 
still a little weak, but I was pretty wired from the cocaine.  I gave 
Rob and Laura both a kiss and headed out to the patio with Brad and 
Danny to get another drink at the bar. 
 
"John's been looking for you," Patrick said, serving me a scotch on 
the rocks. 
 
"Where is he?" I asked. 
 
"He's on break right now.  I think he's behind the garage." 
 
I told Brad that I'd catch up with him later.  He smiled and kissed 
me, heading off towards the pool with Danny.  I walked around the side 
of the house, heading for the garage.  John was back there, smoking a 
cigarette and drinking a soda.  He heard me approaching and looked up. 
 
"Haven't you had enough?" he asked. 
 
"Of this?" I said, holding up my drink and smiling. 
 
"You know what I mean." 
 
"No, I don't," I said, taking a sip of my drink and brushing up 
against him.  I could feel his cock growing through his trousers as I 
rubbed my thigh between his legs. 
 
"You're cock crazy, girl," he said. 
 
"I guess I am."  I set my drink down on the trunk of the car John was 
leaning against and sank to my knees.  The bulge in his lap was level 
with my eyes as I unzipped his pants.  He was too big for me to fish 
out, so I just pulled his trousers and boxers down around his legs, 
freeing his massive penis.   
 
I hadn't had a chance to see it up close before, so I took a good 
look, sliding his foreskin back, gently stroking him, giving the 
purplish head a little lick.  He sighed as I tried to get his penis in 
my mouth.  He was just too big; I could only manage the head and about 
two or three inches of his thick shaft.  Even so, I swirled my tongue 
around his fat glans, tasting the precum that oozed from the tip. 
 
"Aw, yeah.  Suck it girl," John crooned.  He began to move his hips, 
fucking my mouth with his big black tool.  "You got a sweet mouth." 
 
"I want you in my ass," I said, looking up at him.  His glistening 
ebony shaft throbbed in my hands. 
 
"Hell no," he laughed.  "I'd split you wide open." 
 
"Fuck my ass," I insisted.  "Bitch me." 
 
John shook his head as I got down on all fours and presented my ass to 
him.  The pine needles pricked my palms and knees, but I hardly felt 
them.  All I could feel was John's huge member pressing against my 
bottom.  I reached between my legs and began to massage my clit as his 
thick shaft slowly stretched my bottom. 
 
"Someone did you already?" John asked, leaning over me.  I nodded, and 
he began to push inside me faster, the leftover traces of KY and Rob's 
semen easing the progress of John's cock into my anus.  He kept 
pushing into me, and I began to think that it would never end, that 
for every inch he slid inside me, his cock would grow two more.  My 
clit began to tingle with excitement as his shaft filled my bottom.  
Finally, I felt the tight curls of his pubic hair brushing against my 
ass cheeks. 
 
"It's in me?" I asked, reaching further between my legs and cupping 
his big balls. 
 
"All of it," John said, gently kissing my shoulder.  He began to 
thrust, slowly and carefully, just an inch at a time.  "Damn, you're 
hot." 
 
"Damn, you're big," I whispered.  He felt huge inside me, and I wished 
my pussy wasn't so sore.  Good thing my clit didn't hurt, as I was 
frigging it hard while John fucked my tender bottom.  I began to 
realize that if I hadn't had so much to drink and smoke and snort over 
the course of the evening, this thick shaft in my ass would feel like 
torture.  I had the feeling that tomorrow I'd have to pay for all this 
debauchery, but that didn't really matter at the moment.  All that 
mattered were my fingers on my clitty and John's hardness in my ass, 
pistoning in and out faster and harder. 
 
"Fuck me...fuck me with that big cock," I urged him as I stuck three 
fingers in my aching pussy.  Even though I was sore and numb at the 
same time, it would have been nice to have another cock in there while 
John banged my bottom.  The thought of taking two cocks the size of 
the monster in my ass pushed me over the edge, and I came hard on my 
busy fingers, clenching my tender bottom around John's big pole and 
moaning like a cat in heat. 
 
"Shit, girl.  Here it comes," John said, his cock seemingly growing 
bigger inside me.  "Fuck," he gasped, letting loose a torrent of 
thick, hot semen in my ass.  It felt like he had gallons of cum saved 
up in his balls, spurt after spurt filling my belly.  I fell forward 
on to the bed of pine needles, John on top of me, kissing my neck as 
his cock twitched in my ass. 
 
"No, stay in me," I cried as his cock slipped out of me.  I felt his 
juices oozing out of my bottom. 
 
"I got to get back to the bar," he said, wiping his cock off with a 
handkerchief.  "Thanks."  John slipped his pants and boxers back on, 
leaning down to kiss me on the lips, his mustache tickling my nose. 
 
I was still sprawled out on the ground, flat on my belly and trying to 
gather my strength when Patrick appeared. 
 
"Hold that pose," he said, unzipping his trousers and kneeling behind 
me.  "Shit, he came a lot."  I felt Patrick's hard cock at my back 
entrance, and he slipped inside me easily.  He laid on my back as he 
humped my well-used bottom, his hard cock pistoning in and out of my 
messy ass. 
 
I just laid there, spent and exhausted as Patrick took his pleasure in 
my ass, filling my bottom with even more sperm.  Afterwards, he helped 
me to my feet, brushing off the pine needles that clung to me.  My 
stockings were torn, shredded around the knees, my lipstick was 
smeared, and I was a sticky mess between my legs.  I made a half-assed 
attempt to straighten myself up before rejoining the party, but it was 
futile.  I really looked as if I'd been fucked by two dozen hard, 
throbbing cocks. 
 
And I didn't care. 
 
I downed the rest of my drink and Patrick held me up as I wobbled on 
my feet.  Kicking off my heels helped, but only a little.  With 
Patrick's help, I made my way to the table by the pool where Brad, 
Danny, and Carrie were seated.  Patrick returned a minute later with 
another drink, kissing me on the cheek before he returned to the bar. 
 
"You're leaking, Annie," Carrie said, blotting some semen from my 
thigh with a napkin. 
 
"I need a shower," I said.  Brad lit a joint and passed it to me, and 
I took a deep toke before unhooking my tattered stockings from my 
garter belt and rolling them down my legs. 
 
"Take a dip in the pool," Carrie said.  "We're about to jump in 
ourselves." 
 
We finished the joint and I downed my drink, diving into the swimming 
pool, barely missing a couple who were fucking near the edge.  The 
cool water was invigorating and cleansing, and I felt refreshed.  I 
noticed Margaret sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in 
the water.  Shelly was sitting behind her, and they were both naked.  
I swam over, surfacing between Margaret's legs. 
 
"Hi, Annie," she said. 
 
"Hi, sweetie.  Having fun?" I asked.  I noticed that her hairless 
little cunny was dripping semen. 
 
"Yes, lots of fun," she said.  "A couple of nice ladies licked me and  
Brad's daddy fucked me real good." 
 
"I see.  Can I lick you, Maggie?" 
 
"Sure," she said, scooting closer to the edge of the pool and 
spreading her legs.  I nestled my head between her thighs, extending 
my tongue and licking Bradley's semen from her pussy.  Margaret 
caressed my shoulders as I licked her, leaning back against her 
mother's breasts, closing her eyes and sighing as I swirled my tongue 
over her babyclit. 
 
As I brought Margaret to another climax, I felt someone behind me, 
holding me by the hips, hard flesh pressing between my legs, finding 
my ass and entering me.  I gasped as this person began to slowly fuck 
my bottom and reach around my waist to finger my swollen clit.  
Looking up from Margaret's now-clean pussy, I twisted around to see 
Brad holding me from behind as he pumped my ass with his hard cock. 
 
"I love your sweet ass," he whispered. 
 
"Mommy, can I do what Annie's doing?" Margaret asked her mother. 
 
"Sure, sweetie.  Let's go find a cock for that pretty little bottom of 
yours," Shelly said.  Margaret leaned down to kiss me before she left 
the edge of the pool with her mother, in search of a suitable penis.  
They didn't have to go very far, finding an older gentleman with a 
long, thin cock who was sitting by the pool stroking himself as he 
watched people fucking and sucking in various positions.  While Shelly 
went to fetch some lubricant, Margaret took the man's erection in her 
mouth and began to ravish it with her tongue. 
 
I don't know what had a greater effect on me, Brad's cock in my bottom 
and his fingers on my clit or the sight of Margaret on all fours, 
wiggling her little bottom as the gray-haired man mounted her and 
pushed his penis into her ass.  She was certainly no stranger to 
things in her bottom, having enjoyed a wide variety of toys and butt 
plugs, but this was her first taste of live flesh in her ass.  Seeing 
her start to rock her hips, pleasuring the older man's cock with her 
tiny tush had a galvanic effect on me, and I tried to match her 
vigorous thrusts, gripping and releasing Brad's manhood as he strummed 
my clit. 
 
"Fuck me...fuck my ass hard," I urged him.  Brad obliged, pounding my 
bottom as fast as the water allowed, pinching my clit between his 
fingers and making me come as I hung on the edge of the pool.  I 
screamed so loudly when he pinched my button that even Margaret turned 
her head.  I clenched my bottom around Brad's pounding cock and he 
began to twitch inside me, rewarding me with his hot creamy sperm. 
 
Brad and I floated together at the side of the pool, still connected 
as we watched Margaret writhing on the grass, a hard cock in her 
bottom and her mother's fingers in her cunny.  The man who was 
pounding her little bottom suddenly stiffened as he buried his tool in 
her ass, his buns tensing as he filled her with his seed.  He stayed 
inside her until her climax subsided, giving her a tender kiss before 
his softening cock slipped out of her backside.  He gave Shelly a kiss 
as well, then he stood up and headed for the bar. 
 
Brad and I climbed out of the pool and I headed over to where Margaret 
and Shelly were sitting while Brad went to get us another drink.  
Shelly was wiping her daughter's cummy bottom with a napkin. 
 
"Did you like that, Maggie?" I asked. 
 
"It felt really good," she said.  "Better than any toy." 
 
Brad returned with our drinks and another joint, and we sat on the 
grass with Shelly and Margaret, watching everyone as we smoked and 
drank.  I saw Julia in the pool with Burton between her legs, nuzzling 
her perfect breasts as he slowly fucked her with his mushroom-headed 
cock.  Carrie and Danny were next to them, floating near the edge of 
the pool as he took her from behind.  Laura had taken my place on the 
padded table, with a group of men watching John the bartender plow her 
pussy with his huge member.  Rob was laying lines of coke out on her 
belly and breasts as she sucked his cock, inviting the men who were 
watching to snort a line while they waited their turn.  Another group 
of people had formed a daisy chain on the grass across from us, heads 
buried between quivering thighs, moans and sighs muffled by cock and 
cunt. 
 
When we'd finished the joint, I took Brad by the hand and we wandered 
into the house.  Steve and Monica were coupling on the kitchen floor 
with another pair, the women riding each other's husbands as they 
leaned over and kissed. 
 
Helen was in the living room with Katherine, Candace, and two other 
women, entertaining some of the servants and caterers.  A young Latina 
maid, her skimpy uniform half off, was writhing in ecstasy as Helen 
ravished her pussy with her mouth.  Candace was sandwiched between two 
hunky waiters while Katherine rode her darting tongue. 
 
Brad and I went upstairs and I cleaned off his cock with a washcloth 
before we went to his room and climbed into bed.  I was dead tired but 
I was insatiable, wanting to feel him inside me one more time before 
we slept.  We laid side by side and he held me from behind as he 
entered me, fucking me with slow, gentle motions, nibbling my earlobe 
and kissing my neck.  Despite my soreness, he felt wonderful inside 
me, and I had one last orgasm before falling asleep in his arms. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
"Ow, shit."  I felt a sharp pain between my legs and a dull ache in my 
head. 
 
"What's wrong?" 
 
"It hurts," I said, clamping my legs together.  We must have fallen 
asleep before he pulled out, and Brad was hard again, his morning 
erection buried in my sore pussy. 
 
"Let go and I'll pull out slowly." 
 
"Okay, slowly."  I closed my eyes, locking out the harsh morning light 
as he gradually withdrew, inch by excruciating inch. 
 
"What can I do?"  Brad asked. 
 
"Ice.  Aspirin.  Water.  Quick." 
 
Brad got out of bed slowly, his erection bobbing as he bounded out of 
his bedroom.  He returned a few minutes later with some pills, a glass 
of water, and a handful of ice cubes in a washcloth.  I downed the 
pills, drained the glass, and stuck the ice between my legs, rolling 
on to my belly and holding the cold compress to my sex. 
 
"What were those pills?" 
 
"Percodan," Brad said, climbing back into bed.  "You'll feel better in 
a few minutes." 
 
He was right; that was good stuff, better than aspirin.  The pain in 
my pussy and the ache in my head subsided, and I started to feel 
really, really good.  It was only when I tried to walk to the bathroom 
that the pain between my legs returned.  On the way back to Brad's 
room, I ran into Julia. 
 
"How are you feeling?" she asked, noticing the icepack I was holding 
between my legs. 
 
"Really shore," I said, slurring my words.  I'd never had a percodan 
before, and two on an empty stomach were hitting me hard. 
 
"Poor baby," she said, embracing me.  My legs began to buckle, and I 
dropped the ice, melting cubes scattering all over the hallway.  "Let 
me help you back to bed." 
 
"What did you give her?" Julia asked Brad after I fell into bed.  I 
felt dizzy but the pain had pretty much disappeared. 
 
"A couple of percs.  She was in pain," he said. 
 
"Just two?" 
 
"Yeah." 
 
"Okay, stay with her.  I'm going to make some coffee."  Julia left 
Brad's bedroom. 
 
"I'm really, really, really glad you're here," I said to Brad.  I 
suddenly felt drunk again and it wasn't even noon yet. 
 
"Yeah, me too," he said.  As we embraced in his bed, his erection 
pressed against my thigh. 
 
"Shcrew me, shweetie"  My head was spinning from the narcotics. 
 
"I don't think that's such a good idea," he said.  "I don't want to 
hurt you." 
 
"Then I'll shuck you," I said, slithering down his body and taking his 
beautiful cock in my mouth. 
 
"Annie, relax.  You don't have to..." 
 
"Shhhh..."  I began to suck him, slobbering over his cock, making it 
glisten with my saliva.  I felt like my tongue and lips were out of my 
control, and I had to concentrate to keep from grazing his shaft with 
my teeth.  As I gobbled his tool, my head bobbing in his lap, the tip 
of his cock penetrated my throat.  It was as if my gag reflex had been 
suppressed, and I took advantage of this temporary condition.  Brad 
gasped as I deep throated his manhood, holding my shoulders as I took 
all of his cock in my mouth.  His pubic hair had started to grow back 
from that weekend when Julia and I shaved him, fine blond hairs that 
tickled my nose as I sucked him. 
 
As Brad's hips rocked back and forth, I cupped his balls, trying not 
to squeeze them too hard.  They were slick with the saliva that had 
dripped down his shaft, making his puckered anus slick and easy to 
penetrate with my fingertip.  As I throated his hardness, I slipped a 
digit into his bottom, all the way to my first knuckle.  Brad took a 
deep breath and grunted, his twitching cock erupting in my mouth, 
sending a gusher of hot semen down my throat.  I had just finished 
swallowing his sweet cream when Julia returned with a cup of black 
coffee. 
 
"I see you're feeling better, Annie," she said.  I looked up and 
smiled, trying to focus my vision.  I was seeing two Julias where 
there    should have been only one.  She put the cup of coffee in my 
hand and helped me sip it without spilling the hot liquid.  Even 
though I drank the whole cup, I felt sleepy again, and as soon as I 
laid back on the bed I fell dead asleep. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
"Annie?  Wake up, baby." 
 
It was Julia, holding another cup of coffee and an ice pack.  The 
soreness had returned and I reached for the ice, holding it between my 
legs. 
 
"How long have I been asleep?" 
 
"Just an hour," she said.  "Here, take this.  Just one this time." 
 
I took the pill she offered me and washed it down with the coffee.  As 
I lay in Brad's bed, waiting for the drugs to take effect, Julia 
tenderly kissed my forehead and caressed my belly.  As soon as I was 
able to walk, Julia helped me into the bathroom.  The big marble tub 
was filled with warm, soapy water, and Julia joined me in the bath, 
washing my hair and scrubbing me. 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I said, leaning back against her soapy breasts. 
 
"I love to take care of you, Annie," she whispered.  "How do you feel, 
baby?" 
 
"Hungry," I said.  "All I've had since dinner is coffee and sperm." 
 
"Let's rinse off and we'll get you some breakfast." 
 
Helen's cook fixed me a plate of bacon and eggs, and after more coffee 
I felt awake enough to get dressed and join everyone on the patio.  
Helen and Carrie were sitting by the pool with Julia, sipping mimosas 
and chatting.  The Sunday paper was spread out on a table, and I 
picked up the comics and sat down on a lounge chair by the pool to 
read them. 
 
"How are you feeling, Annie?" Helen asked. 
 
"Fine, thank you," I replied.  "Where's Brad?" 
 
"Playing a quick round of golf with his father.  They should be back 
in a couple of hours," she said. 
 
I spent the afternoon by the pool, too stoned to move, my pussy aching 
and throbbing when I did get the energy to budge from the chair.  
Thankfully, Helen's maid was there to bring drinks and snacks out to 
us, and Julia was happy to indulge my needs.  The ice packs I pressed 
against my sex helped, as did another warm bath after lunch.  By the 
time Bradley returned with Brad and Danny, I was walking without too 
much discomfort. 
 
Late in the afternoon, Brad's father fired up the barbecue grill:  
steak, shrimp, corn on the cob, and grilled vegetables, a veritable 
feast.  I took another painkiller after dinner, washing it down with 
some wine, and I was finally able to walk without wincing.  I even 
felt well enough for a swim after dinner, but a late-summer 
thunderstorm drove us inside. 
 
We gathered in the living room, and Brad helped his father move the 
couches so that they faced the entertainment center that dominated one 
wall of the room.  Helen and Julia brought a bottle of wine and some 
glasses from the kitchen as Bradley turned on the projection 
television and slotted a tape in the video cassette recorder.  I'd 
never seen one of these before; home video was still pretty new in 
1980.  When the credits began to appear on the large television 
screen, I realized why Bradley and Helen had this expensive system. 
 
"Aw, yeah.  My favorite," Brad said.  He lit a joint and passed it 
around as Helen poured glasses of wine for everyone. 
 
"'Deep Throat'?  What's that?" I asked. 
 
"A funny movie.  I think you'll like it," Bradley said, taking a hit 
of the joint and passing it to his wife.  I sat on the couch between 
Brad and Julia, sipping my wine as I watched the movie. 
 
It wasn't that funny, at least not as funny as a Mel Brooks or Woody 
Allen movie, but the basic premise, a woman with a clitoris in her 
throat, was good for a chuckle.  I didn't mind the lack of outright 
humor, though, because this was the first pornographic movie I'd ever 
seen and it made me horny as hell.  It was like one of those magazines 
that Luci had come to life.  All the women were beautiful and all the 
men were hung like horses. 
 
I could tell that Brad liked it, seeing the bulge in his shorts 
growing as he watched Linda Lovelace suck Harry Reems's big tool.  She 
was pretty good at it, and I took mental notes on her technique as I 
slipped my hand in Brad's shorts to give him some manual relief.  
Julia snuggled up to me on the couch and slipped her hand in my 
blouse, cupping my breasts as I gave Brad a hand job. 
 
"How about some head?" Brad asked, slipping off his shorts. 
 
"After the movie," I said.  "I want to watch this." 
 
"Okay," he said, disappointed.  As I stroked him, keeping his lovely 
cock hard, I felt Julia's hand slipping under my skirt, rubbing my 
swollen clit through my panties. 
 
"You're damp, sweetie," she whispered in my ear.  "Enjoying the 
movie?" 
 
"Yes, very much," I replied.  I wasn't the only one.  Carrie was on 
her hands and knees on the carpet and Danny had entered her from 
behind, screwing her slowly as they watched the movie.  Helen must 
have seen the movie before, because her head was bobbing up and down 
in Bradley's lap, his glistening tool disappearing between her lips. 
 
I wanted to suck Brad's cock, but I was fascinated with the movie, and 
Julia's fingers on my clit gave me another reason to stay put on the 
couch.  When the movie finally ended, my panties were soaked and I was 
close to coming.  I leaned over and kissed Julia before slipping 
between Brad's thighs and taking his meat in my mouth.  As I lowered 
my lips over his shaft, I felt Julia on the floor behind me, unzipping 
my skirt and pulling my panties down over my ass.  Her tongue probed 
my wet slit as I began to ravish Brad's beautiful penis with my mouth. 
 
I pretended I was Linda Lovelace, taking Brad's cock deep in my mouth, 
trying to hit an imaginary clit at the back of my throat while Julia's 
tongue swirled over my real clitty, sending tingles through my body.  
Brad's hips began to lift off the couch, pushing his pole deeper into 
my mouth, nearly choking me.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on 
breathing through my nose, letting my throat open the way it had that 
morning.  I felt his glans slipping down my throat and when my lips 
touched the base of his cock I realized that I'd taken all of him into 
my mouth. 
 
The feeling of his cock penetrating my tight throat triggered Brad's 
orgasm, and I felt him swell in my mouth before he began to spurt his 
hot cream down my gullet.  I reflexively tried to swallow, but with 
his cockhead wedged in there I could only gag, nearly biting his shaft 
as I coughed and gasped.  Releasing him from my mouth, I felt ropy 
jets of semen splashing on my face as I fell back into Julia's arms. 
 
"Shit, I'm sorry," Brad said.  "You okay?" 
 
"Yeah," I coughed, wiping a blob of sperm from my eye.  Julia began to 
wipe the cum from my face with a napkin. 
 
"Wait, let me do that," Helen said.  Bradley had already come in her 
mouth, and as he got up to rewind the tape, she knelt next to me, 
kissing me before she began to lick her son's semen from my face. 
 
"I've never tasted his cum," she said. 
 
"Never?" I asked. 
 
"We don't...I mean, we've never..." she said. 
 
It never occurred to me that this horny family hadn't ever played 
together.  I knew Brad and his sister had fooled around, and I assumed 
that this extended to the rest of the members.  After all, they 
watched each other have sex all the time. 
 
"How does it taste?" I asked. 
 
"Sweeter than his father's," Helen laughed. 
 
"Must be all that junk food," Bradley said.  He pressed the play 
button and another tape started.  This one was different, with no 
title or credits, no soundtrack, and what little dialogue there was 
sounded like German or Dutch.  There was no pretense of a plot, 
either: the sex started immediately, about a dozen men and women going 
at it in a forest somewhere. 
 
I wanted to watch this movie, but I wanted to come, too.  Julia must 
have sensed my need, and a moment later we were naked and entwined on 
the carpet, licking and sucking each other, spurred on to consummate 
our passion by the sounds of sex coming from the movie's audio track.  
Julia's expert tongue soon had me adding my own voice to the sensual 
symphony, and once I had come I redoubled my efforts, licking her 
delicious slit and lashing her swollen clit, giving her the pleasure 
she'd so often given me. 
 
As we sat up on the carpet to kiss, I saw that Helen was kneeling 
between her son's legs, bringing life back to his cock with her lips, 
and Carrie had assumed the same position with her father, sucking his 
fat cock while Danny kept plowing her from behind.  Julia and I knelt 
next to Helen and undressed her, pulling her lacy panties down and 
unhooking her bra, fingering and caressing her as we revealed her sex 
and unharnessed her breasts. 
 
"How does it feel?" I asked Brad.  "Does she suck as good as I do?" 
 
"Shit, I can't answer that," he groaned. 
 
"That's okay," I said, sitting on the couch next to him and giving him 
a kiss.  I ran my hand over his smooth chest as I watched his cock 
disappear into his mother's loving mouth.  On the other couch, Carrie 
was moaning around her father's thick tool as Danny's plunging cock 
pushed her closer to her climax.  Bradley was caressing his daughter's 
face as he watched her ravish his tool when suddenly, she released his 
cock from her mouth and began to scream as she came, trembling as she 
ground her ass against Danny's hips.  He must have come as well, 
because his thrusts sped up and then stopped, his buns tensing up and 
his balls twitching between his legs. 
 
Carrie wanted to continue sucking her father's fat prick, but he had 
other ideas, pulling her up on to the couch so that she was straddling 
his lap.  She settled down on her father's thick shaft, holding him 
around the neck and kissing him as she began to move up and down on 
his cock.  Danny's semen dripped out of her messy snatch and coated 
Bradley's pistoning cock. 
 
"Mom..." Brad said, his erection glistening with Helen's saliva. 
 
"I know, sweetie," she said, pulling his penis from her mouth with a 
loud 'slurp'.  Helen pulled herself up and straddled her son's lap, 
bringing her breasts level with Brad's mouth.  While he hungrily  
suckled her nipples, she reached down and guided her son's penis into 
her moist sex, slowly lowering herself on his manhood. 
 
"Oh, Daddy, you feel so good," Carrie moaned as she rode her father's 
thick pole.  "Why haven't we done this before?"  Bradley said nothing, 
preferring to squeeze his daughter's bottom and nuzzle her bouncing 
breasts instead. 
 
While Julia sat with Helen and Brad, stroking her friend's back while 
she watched them make love, I poured another glass of wine, sat down 
next to Danny, and watched both the movie and the action taking place 
in the room.  He pulled a joint from his pack of cigarettes and lit 
it, taking a drag before passing it to me. 
 
"Enjoying the show?" he asked, idly stroking his cock. 
 
"Very much," I replied, reaching into his lap and taking over for him.  
By the time we finished the joint he was hard again.  I put down my 
glass of wine and climbed into his lap, mounting his hips and guiding 
his hardness inside me.  I was still a bit sore from the night before, 
but as long as I went slowly it felt fine.  More than fine, actually.  
I looked over at Helen and Brad; she was humping her son's hardness, 
her eyes closed as she moaned, seemingly on the verge of an orgasm. 
 
I hadn't noticed that Julia had left the room, but she soon returned, 
wearing a strap-on and holding a tube of lubricating jelly.  She 
greased up the tip of the dong and knelt behind Helen's bouncing ass, 
pressing the plastic phallus against her friend's anus.  Helen gasped 
as Julia pushed the strap-on into her bottom, leaning forward to make 
entry easier. 
 
"Yes...fuck me...please," Helen moaned, as her son and her friend 
penetrated her tender holes, squirming and writing between them as she 
began to come.  Julia set the pace, her hips rocking as the dong 
between her legs pistoned in and out of Helen's bottom, making her cry 
with pleasure.  I could see that the pressure of the anal invader was 
having an effect on Brad, too, tightening his mother's pussy as it 
spasmed around his cock.  He groaned and buried his face between his 
mother's breasts, his hips lifting off the couch as he came.  As their 
pace slowed to a halt, Julia pulled out of Helen's ass and gave her 
friend a loving kiss before walking over to where Carrie was riding 
her father's thick cock. 
 
Carrie and Bradley had watched Helen take the strap-on in her bottom 
and knew that she was next.  Bradley spread his daughter's cheeks, 
exposing her puckered brown bud, and after Julia squirted some more 
lubricant on the tip of the strap-on, she thrust it inside Carrie's 
tight hole, making her moan as the toy disappeared into her bottom.  
Between the thick plastic prick and her father's fat cock, Carrie was 
completely filled, and she gasped as the two poles impaled her 
orifices.  Bradley let go of his daughter's cheeks and began to 
squeeze her breasts, cupping them and bringing her nipples to his 
mouth as she bounced up and down in his lap. 
 
"Omigod...I'm gonna...I'm gonna," Carrie cried, bucking and thrashing 
on her father's lap as Julia assaulted her bottom.  She collapsed into 
her father's chest, her hair covering both of their faces as she 
climaxed, her breasts heaving against him.  Bradley grunted once as he 
embraced his daughter; I knew this was a telltale sign that he'd come, 
filling his teenage daughter's pussy with his seed.  As with Helen and 
her son, their movements slowed and stopped, and Julia pulled out of 
Carrie's bottom. 
 
I'd been slowly moving on Danny's cock, letting his shaft rub against 
my swollen clit, trying not to move too quickly else the soreness in 
my pussy return.  Julia came over to where we were fucking, the pink 
strap-on glistening with lubricant. 
 
"Feel up for this?" she asked, kissing me on the shoulder.  I nodded 
and she squatted behind me, pressing the tip of the phallus against my 
ass.  I relaxed and let it enter me, feeling it fill my bottom the way 
Danny's cock filled my pussy.  I loved the way being sandwiched 
between two people felt, my nipples grazing Danny's chest as Julia's 
breasts pressed against my back, two pairs of hands caressing me, two 
cocks filling me.  Danny sought my lips with his own, and we kissed as 
I slowly squirmed in his lap. 
 
Julia reached around my hips, seeking my clit with her fingers as she 
pumped my bottom.  I gasped as she rubbed my button, moving my hips 
faster against the two rigid shafts that pierced me.  My pleasure 
began to rise, anticipation gnawing at my belly, gradually building 
into a brief but intense orgasm that made me tighten around Danny's 
cock and Julia's strap-on.  She buried the pole inside my ass as my 
pussy spasmed, squeezing Danny's tool and urging him to come.  He was 
more than happy to oblige, his cock and balls twitching as he filled 
me with his hot spunk. 
 
We laid together on the couch and watched the rest of the movie before 
calling it a night and heading upstairs to bed.  Danny spent the night 
with Carrie, Julia with Bradley and Helen, and Brad and I slept in his 
room, but only after I sucked him until he was hard again and took him 
in my ass.  Tired and satisfied, I fell asleep in his arms, his sticky 
cock nestled between my cheeks. 
 
I was hardly sore at all when I woke up the next morning, much to 
Brad's delight.  We showered together and I had the pleasure of taking 
his soapy cock in my pussy one last time.  Julia and I had to leave 
for Maine after brunch, so we made the most of the time we had left.  
We fucked once more before we ate and I gave him a quick suck after 
brunch while I was packing my things. 
 
"I'm gonna miss you," Brad said, kissing away a drop of his semen from 
the corner of my mouth. 
 
"I'm going to miss you, too," I said, seeking a longer, deeper kiss.  
"I'll write you.  I promise." 
 
"I will, too," he said.  I knew he wouldn't, but it was nice to hear 
the words anyway. 
 
"Ready, Annie?" Julia asked. 
 
"Yes," I said, kissing Brad one last time.  On the way out I said my 
goodbyes to Carrie, Danny, and Brad's parents, getting squeezes, hugs,  
and kisses in return. 
 
Helen's next party wouldn't be until Halloween, almost two months 
away.  After a weekend in the lap of luxury, I wondered how it would 
feel to go back to the semi-squalor of our house in Maine.  As we 
pulled out of the long circular driveway, I took a last look at the 
house, its four pillars flanking the double doors, the tall trees and 
lush green lawn.  I had a feeling of dread, as if I'd never see this 
place again. 
 
"Are you okay, Annie?" Julia asked.  We'd been on the road for over an 
hour and I hadn't said a word. 
 
"I wish this summer would never end," I sighed. 
 
"I do, too," she said, reaching for my hand.  "My days will be empty 
without you." 
 
"Thank you, Julia.  For everything." 
 
"It's been my pleasure, Annie." 
 
I snuggled closer to Julia, leaning my head on her shoulder as she 
guided the car north, heading back to Coopersport, her garden, my 
family, a new school, a new season, and my old life.  I'd learned so 
much from her, about the world and art and love, and about myself.  
School would be mind numbing and tedious by comparison. 
 
I wanted to stay in her garden forever. 
 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
Epilogue 
 
 
I always look back on that summer and the preceding years as the 
happiest time of my life, my mother's death notwithstanding.  I can't 
reveal much of what followed without stealing the thunder from an 
account not yet written; suffice to say that my life took a Dickensian 
turn or three.  That I have survived to write this tale is a matter of 
sheer luck. 
 
 
 
 
                              END 
 
 

(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html

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