0 comments/ 14536 views/ 5 favorites Oral Annie By: standingstones My friends are a wild and crazy bunch. They love to drink and smoke and carry on. Quite a few of them are bikers. I guess I am the oddball of the bunch. Yes I like to party but I don't own a motorcycle and I am on the quiet side. Our friend Ron was throwing a party at his house. A number of us were sitting in the living room having a good time when down the stairs comes Sonny. Sonny is short and wiry but you didn't want to mess with him in a fight. "Any one wants to come upstairs, I am up there with Annie," he says. Sonny trots back up the steps. I look at Ron and he has a scowl on his face. I quickly tell Ron I will go up and check to see what is going on. Ron gives me a nod and I walk up the steps to the second floor. I walk down to one of the spare bedrooms and there is Sonny and his girlfriend. Sonny is stripping out of his clothes and Annie is naked on the bed. "You might as well get out of your clothes Kyle, Annie is needing it bad today," he tell me. Fuck, I walked right into something I didn't want to be involved in. Sonny and I always got along. He likes to tell stupid jokes and I always laughed at them. I didn't want to piss him off right now. I undressed as Sonny flipped Annie around on the mattress. She now had her head hanging off the front of the bed. Sonny gets positioned over Annie's face and he pushes his dick past her lips. There was only one other option available. I got onto the bed and I climbed in between Annie's legs. Annie was on the thin side with long, straggly hair. Her pussy was shaved bald as I took my cock and started to rub it across her slit. I could tell Annie was getting into it although her mouth was full of Sonny's cock. Annie was pushing back against my mushroom. I was getting hard pretty quickly and I slipped my rod inside Annie's tight hole. Sonny was mouth fucking Annie and I had her pussy to myself. I place my arms on either side of her body and we got into a fucking motion. Annie sure did love cock. Her muscles were wrapped tightly around my dick. I could hardly believe what I had gotten myself into. Sonny was fucking like some sort of a possessed man. He was telling Annie to take all of his rod down to the root. Meanwhile, I had my dick buried inside Annie. I could never admit to Sonny that his girlfriend was one hot fuck. Her pussy was going into these convulsions. It felt like someone was holding my cock in a tight fist and squeezing it. It was hot that day in the upstairs bedroom. Sweat was pouring from all three of us. Maybe a half hour had passed and Sonny let out this loud grunt. I looked over to see him pouring his hot cum down Annie's throat. I guess that made me lose control. A few more strokes and I unloaded inside Annie's hot quim. I had a big load stored up that day. I kept fucking Annie and she squeezed ever drop of my loving from my dick. I had to admit this was one wild fucking I was participating in. I wasn't even sure I was supposed to pull out or give Annie my seed. Annie must have taken a good ten minutes to work every drop of my spunk from my cock. When Sonny and I both pulled away Annie looked spent. She was using her lips and tongue to lick Sonny's cock clean. I got a little embarrassed and I quickly got dressed. "She's a pretty good fuck, don't you think Kyle?" I just nodded my head and I walked back down to the first floor. When I saw Ron I said to him,"everything is fine upstairs." I couldn't bring myself to tell him that Sonny and I had given Annie our hot loads of cum. I went into the kitchen and got myself a beer. It wasn't long before Sonny and Annie showed up. No one said a word. Sonny got into his routine of laughing and getting loud as he drank one beer after another. Annie walked up to me in the kitchen. "That was so good Kyle, you made me orgasm three good times." I think my face got red. I just hoped no one heard Annie telling me that she got off being fucked by me. The party couldn't have ended soon enough. As I was leaving to go home, Annie came over to me one more time. "Why don't you stop over some day when Sonny is at work," she said. I didn't give her any commitment that I was going to do that. I got home and I showered. Afterwards I got into bed, my mind was on one thing, Annie. I know it was stupid but I wanted to fuck her again. Especially if Sonny wasn't around. I did have a day off that next week. Like a fool I drove over to where Sonny and Annie lived. Sonny's pickup truck wasn't there. I pulled in and walked up to the door. Annie answered and pulled me inside. "I was hoping you would show up Kyle." Annie was soon all over me. She knelt down and she worked my pants free. I was now experiencing Annie's oral tricks. She took hold of my cock and she held it up. Annie would then use her tongue to lick on the underside of my dick. She also deep throated me. Annie took me right down to the root. I had to control myself so I wouldn't cum right then and there. It never got to that. Annie soon stopped and then she got totally undressed. I pulled off the rest of my clothes. Annie put her arms around my neck and I hoisted her up. I was holding her thighs when I found her pussy and I shoved my dick up into her hot tunnel. It was maybe better than the first time we fucked. I backed Annie up against one of the walls. I began to pound her with my cock as hard as I could. Annie didn't have a cock in her mouth this time. You should have heard her telling me what she needed. "Your cock feels so much better than Sonny's," she told me. I didn't mention that Sonny had a stubby cock. My cock was around eight inches in length and Annie seemed to need my fat prick deep in her wet pussy. To be honest, I had never held a woman up like that before. I had always wanted to try that position and Annie seemed to like being held against the wall and taking my cock. Annie did have a tight grip on my erection. She held me like my cock was in a vise. I kept feeding her cock until Annie had a big orgasm. "Oh Fuck!" She cried out. "Keep going Kyle." I wasn't stopping but I was so worked up I was getting to the point of letting go. I rammed her pussy until I felt my nuts starting to pinch. I blasted Annie with another load of my cream. When Annie felt my cum streaming into her body she screamed. That made me squirt even more of my hot load into her thin body. It took some minutes until I was finally empty. I let Annie back down onto the floor. I thought she might fall down. Annie was wobbling as she got herself together and went to the bathroom to clean up. After a few minutes she walked back into the room. I had already gotten dressed. "I'm going to feel your cum inside me for the next few days," she told me. Sonny was going to be home in the next hour or so. Annie wanted my phone number so I gave it to her. She kissed me as I went out the door. Driving back home I thought of how stupid I had been. I doubt Sonny would want me to be fucking his girlfriend on the side. No matter what happened at Ron's house I should have been more careful. It was later that night when I got a text message. It was Annie. "You make me crazy when you cum in me like that Kyle. I need to see you again soon. Let me know when you are free...Annie" Well I have put myself in a difficult position. I still want to fuck Annie but I need to be damn careful now. Maybe I can come up with a plan so I can see Annie at someplace discreet. I do know I need to fuck Sonny's girlfriend again and again. Oral Annie O'Donnell I was thirty-one, single, and running an upscale shopping center in Washington, D.C. I was also in a long-distance relationship with my French-Polish girlfriend, Yvonne, who was almost a decade younger than me, finishing up her undergraduate studies at Princeton in Central Jersey. Yvonne and I were able to get together, on the average, about every other weekend. When we did, our fucking sessions made bunnies envious. We never visited the site of the nation's capital, nor toured the stately Ivy League campus. We just fucked and sucked. And I couldn't help but notice that with each passing weekend, Yvonne's oral skills were becoming more and more talented. Not that I minded, after all, I was the recipient. But I couldn't help but wonder where, and on whom, she was practicing her new-found oral skills. For those of you who don't pay attention to such matters, the District of Columbia, by any measure, is a great place for a young, single guy to reside. The area has a greater ratio of single women to single men than any other metropolitan market in the country. I have my own theory on why, and granted, it's a bit simplistic, and it's not just the transient nature of the government-based job market. So many of these women are career-oriented first and foremost. They are upwardly mobile to the point of being one-dimensional. Sex, in many cases, is an afterthought to them. They are busy honing networking and honing their crafts and worrying about getting on the next A-list party invitations. Then there was Annie O' Donnell. Annie was pretty much singularly interested in furthering her craft as an accomplished cock sucker. She was savvy enough to realize that in a city of Magna Cum Laudas and prima donnas, men ultimately didn't care about a woman's political ladder-climbing. No matter how rich or powerful they may be, men only really want a woman who would suck the phallic symbol that is the Washington Monument. So that brings me to how Annie and I, um, met. My marketing director in the Mall had recently hired a third-party concierge vendor to run our customer service office, which was placed in a vacant shop in the common area. I let the marketing people attend to all the details, and it wasn't until the second week of the concierge's operation that I even noticed Annie. I was down the hall in the conference room of our office on the lower level when I saw the mini-skirted redhead with the great gams walk into the copy room. I only saw her from behind at first, but that was a good enough view to make me muse, "Well, what have we here? Where the fuck did THIS come from?" I could have easily gone and introduced myself, but instead, I went down the hall and whispered to our office manager, Carolyn, an older black woman with a matronly manner, "Um, who is that in the copy room?" She smiled at me in that knowing way that older women have when they know that a man is interested in another woman. "I was wondering when you were going to get around to asking." Carolyn called down the hall, "Oh, Annie, could you come here a moment, please? I'd like you to meet our Mall Manager." Giving Carolyn a dirty look, I turned and saw the front view. It was even better this way. Annie's bountiful tits were bouncing happily through a cranberry blouse, which attractively augmented her short, strawberry locks and crystal blue eyes. Oh, and freckles. Annie had freckles that made her look like a porn-style version of Little Orphan Annie. I couldn't help but notice that those freckles continued down her neck and onto her chest, which was framed by a push-up bra and three open buttons on the blouse. She smiled at me in a very confident way. "Hello, Mr. Grabowski, I've been looking forward to meeting you. I understand you're originally from Philadelphia. So am I. Go Eagles!" She waved her arms like a cheerleader holding imaginary pom-poms while her real titty pom-poms jiggled up and down. I wasn't much of an Eagles fan, but in that moment, I became a bigger one. Carolyn saw my reaction and the look in my eye and quickly made sure that no one was going to do anything stupid here. Carolyn held out Annie's left hand and displayed the tiny diamond engagement ring on her finger. "Annie just got engaged, just last week, isn't that right, Annie?" Annie smiled the smile of a newly-engaged woman who liked being the center of conversation. "Yep, but we haven't set a date yet." Annie looked at me with those birds-egg-blue eyes. "See, my Bradley lives in Raleigh and I don't get to see him that much. He's school. So we only see each other maybe once a month, twice at most." She then surprised me by knowing my personal romantic situation. "I understand you're in a long-distance relationship, too, Mr. Grabowski. Any wedding plans in the future?" Carolyn looked at me with a raised eyebrow. She was curious to hear my answer, too. "No, I, uh, I don't think so, Annie. We'll see how that goes. Annie, please, call me John. You're making me feel old." I went back to my office, aware that I was half-hard. I loved redheads with big tits and nice legs. I'm sure that doesn't exactly put me in a minority, but if I had a type, well, Annie was the poster girl. I was pondering this when she stuck her head into my office. "I'm going down to the Washington Harbor after work today for a drink. It's such a lovely day, and I won't be seeing Bradley this weekend." Was that a hint? She looked at me intently, almost hungrily, her sunny demeanor turning sultry. Or was it my imagination? Her voice was hushed now as she peeked back over her shoulder to make sure no one could overhear. "Come with me. I want you to come." I smiled at her, my curiosity not being the only thing that was rising. "You'd like me to come, eh? Why is that?" She almost whispered her response, pushing a strawberry lock off of her forehead, her eyes blazing into mine. "Don't worry. I can be very discreet. And I really want you to.....come." She emphasized that last verb, letting it linger in the air. It lingered in my mind for the rest of the day. I was more than intrigued as to what she pledged she could be discreet about, so, by six-thirty on a gorgeous September evening, I was searching the crowd at the outdoor bar of Tony and Joe's when I saw her in a corner, surrounded by two young lobbyist-looking types. Annie had one knee raised and bent backwards, bracing herself against the outdoor wall of the restaurant which had a large roped-in bar area that sat along the banks of the Potomac River. The young hawks swooped in like they had found their meal for the evening, and Annie's large eyes lit up in a mixture of relief and surprise when she spotted me. "Mister Gra.....I mean, John!" She squealed and burst through the yuppies and rushed towards me, gripping me in a tight bear hug. Before I knew it, Annie's hot and long tongue was snaking down my throat. After my initial shock, I realized she was letting go any time soon and I started kissing back. Hard. Annie could kiss, she had a great mouth. She released the kiss looked me in the eyes, our faces just inches apart. She glanced over her shoulders to see the young future Congressmen slump their shoulders in resignation. Annie smiled and nuzzled on my ear, pressing her chest into mine. "Thank you for rescuing me. I'm so glad you decided to....." She hesitated again, her eyes shining. "........Come........." She leaned into me again and opened her mouth. This time I was not only expecting it, but welcoming it. Our mouths danced and out tongues entwined and she pressed her nubile body into mine. We were smack in the middle of a packed bar and I, for one, was not oblivious to our audience, but neither did I care. We continued to kiss with escalating passion while a crowd gathered around us, alternately egging us on and mocking us. "Get a room", came one cry. "Yeah, man, do her right here," came another. Reluctantly, I had to push her mouth away. We were both almost panting. Sheepishly, I looked around and held up my palms. "Show's over, folks, this is my cousin. We haven't seen each other in a while and we're a very close family." This served the purposes of amusing the throng and we were soon forgotten as the masses went back to their primary task of getting picked up themselves. Annie was still clinging to the lapel of my suit jacket, and pushing her hip into my swiftly growing crotch with less than subtle gyrations. I brushed her hair out of her eye and chuckled to her. "So much for discreet." "You're right," she cooed in a sexy, come-put-me-to-bed-Daddy, little girl voice. "Let's go." She tugged at my hand and tried to pull me through the crowd. "Whoa, whoa," I called out through the loud music. "I just got here. Where are you taking me?" She stopped and leaned back and snuck her tongue between my lips again. Damn, what a mouth, what a kisser, I thought. She pulled off with a wicked grin that held no duplicity. "Somewhere more discreet. Did you drive down? Are you parked in the garage?" I nodded and she led me through the exit as the bouncers called out merrily, "Have a good night, folks!" They had seen the act and one of the muscle boys patted me on the shoulder. "You're wise to get out of here, dude. That is one hot redhead there." The Washington Harbor had an adjacent multi-level garage. As we waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor, we kissed again, this time with my hands roaming over Annie's soft, ample buttock. Although she was shapely and curvy, Annie had a rather broad backside for a twenty-five-year-old. But as a friend of mine once said, "Where big tits are, big asses soon follow." The doors opened and a big crowd of bar goers stumbled out, but Annie didn't miss a beat, her tongue still tickling my tonsils as she moaned into my mouth with escalating fever. We were alone in the cab for the time being, and Annie wrapped her calf around mine, essentially hooking her torso into my own like a Lego piece. I was parked on the top level, and on Level Three, four women got on the elevator. They were heading down, but hadn't noticed that this car was going up. In more ways than one. Annie never wavered, still kissing me with a fiery intensity that only a horny redhead can evoke. My eyes were open now, and I surveyed the women. One was hotter than the next, and they were interested spectators to this public display of affection. "Ooh, yeah, baby," said the leader of the pussy pack, as she observed Annie's hand grazing against my bulge. "You go, girl! I always wanted to do it in an elevator. Don't let us stop you. We won't tell." The women hooted and hollered and one the leader, the hottest one, a comely brunette, a Jennifer Love Hewitt look-alike, even smacked me on the ass as we reached the top floor. "You sure you need to get off?" She yelled as the door closed. "Maybe we all want a piece, too!" Annie winked at me when she heard this. "Now that's an interesting proposition, isn't it?" I filed that comment away for future consideration, but for now, I had momentarily lost my bearings. I searched for the car and finally located it to the far right. "Um, can I ask where we're going?" Annie was still entwined on me like a strand of ivy on a tree. She giggled, tugging me behind a large cement column that partially obscured the view from the rest of the parking level. "Right here, for now. This will have to do for discretion." She squatted in front of me and licked her lips. The look in her eyes was of a woman who needed to eat. And I was the meal. Before I legitimately could fathom what was happening, Annie had unzipped the trousers of my suit pants and had extracted my cock, which was now harder than the cement pillars. My dick flopped out and smacked her on her rosy cheeks, and she purred like a content kitten as she swirled her face all around my shaft. "Ohhhh, I think I'm in love." She gripped my pole in one manicured hand tightly and spit on my tip. I'd never had a woman do this before. She licked the saliva around the cock head and brought her head backwards so that a long strand of spittle dangled from my purple head to her bright pink lips. "As if I didn't want you enough already, you have to be hung like a horse. I'm a lucky girl......" With that proclamation, Annie's full lips enveloped half of the length of my shaft in one hot sucking motion. I watched disbelievingly as her cheeks expanded and contracted as my cock pounded the inside of her mouth. She moaned and spit on my cock again. This was beyond heaven. Her mouth was simply magical, an oral contortionist, her tongue and lips flexing and massaging my shaft in incredibly pleasurable sensations. A sound of a backfiring car snapped me back into the reality of where we were. Although Annie was blissfully unaware, there were cars passing by a few feet away. Inevitably, those drivers would find parking spots and they'd have to walk right by us. We'd be visible in the other direction. So, for perhaps the first time in my life, I grabbed the skull of a woman and pulled her OFF of my cock. Annie looked at me forlornly like a puppy who had just had her chew toy taken away. "Did I do something wrong?" she whimpered. "Don't you like it?" I pulled her up gently by her armpits. "Annie, it's...well, it's tremendous, but look around, we're out in the wide open." Annie wiped the excess saliva from her chin and shrugged. "Can we go to your place then?" Laughing at this unabashed display of oral enthusiasm, I led her to my car. I couldn't help but ask her as she slid into the passenger seat. "What about your fiancee? Didn't you just get engaged last week?" Annie maneuvered herself over the gap between the seats and lowered my zipper again, much to my disbelief. She was insatiably persistent. "I figure three things. One, blow jobs aren't really cheating. Two, the more practice I get on someone I like, the more it will benefit my Bradley in the long run. And three, who's to know? I won't tell anybody if you won't. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, and you never even knew I existed." I backed the car out of the space and wound our way down the spiral exit ramp. Annie again peeled my still-hard cock from my zipper hole and greased up her palm, stroking it to full hardness. She leered at me before going down on me. "I'll bet you'll give me the time of day now, won't you?" We were approaching the toll booth. "Annie. Annie!! I need to pay the ticket. The collector will see us." Annie's response was to suck on me with even greater intensity. I shrugged and eased up to the booth where a thin black woman was taking the money. I had no choice, I couldn't back up. There was a line behind me. The woman didn't seem to notice at first as she collected the ticket. It wasn't until she handed me my change that her eyes widened as she saw Annie's red curls bobbing up and down on my lap like a jack-in-the-box. She gasped audibly, which Annie took as a cue to introduce herself. "Hi," Annie said cheerily, raising her head. She pointed down proudly to my exposed tool, held tight in her grip, coated with a sheen of spit. "Isn't this a great dick?" I have to admit, I was hooked at that point. Not only was it a turn-on that I had never realized to be watched while getting a hummer, it was also the fact that Annie expressed such admiration for my penis. Although we fucked each other raw every other weekend or so, Yvonne never made any mention at all about her enjoyment of my equipment. I knew I was no slouch in the size department, and it was an ego boost to have it articulated to me by such an obvious connoisseur of cock. I navigated my way down the traffic of M street while Annie continued to consume my dick like a ravenous feline. Her hair swished wildly, attracting the attention of more than one nearby vehicle. Annie was nonplussed, however. It was beginning to dawn on me that she actually welcomed an audience. More critical information to file for later. I finally came while crossing over the 14th Street Bridge. Annie slurped every drop into her talented mouth, proving that she was efficiently tidy with her craft. That was another thing Yvonne never did. Swallow. I had always tried to rationalize it by thinking that it really didn't matter where the cum landed. It was the thought and the action that evoked the cum that mattered. But, it matters. If you find a girl who swallows, you guys know that it matters. It's another rush that she loves to drink your cum. Annie never brought her head up even after I came. She continued to stroke me and purr contentedly even as my dick shrank back to a flaccid state. Again, Annie won big-time points with her next comment. "Even when you're not hard, you're still bigger than just about any cock I've seen." I noticed while glancing down, trying to keep my attention on the perilously notorious Route 395 in Northern Virginia. Do you mind if I suck it back to life?" No, somehow, I didn't mind. The only sound in the car was her slurping and moaning. It was apparent that she was an aficionado of mobile blow jobs as I referred to them. (Again, something that Yvonne eschewed in the supposed name of safety. More bonus points for Annie O.) As we motored past Glebe Road, I was almost fully resurrected. Annie murmured, "Is it true that guys lose their sense of direction when they're getting a blow job while driving?" "If it were, Annie, we might end up in Alaska with as good as you are." My compliment was sincere. I'd had more than my share of blow jobs, but when a woman clearly enjoys it the way that Annie does, well, it doesn't get better than this. She raised her head again to smile at me, a glazed angelic look in her eye. "Thank you, that's sweet. I AM good, aren't I?" There's nothing sexier than a cock-sure cock sucker. Somehow I made my way to my townhouse in Alexandria, off of Duke Street. I lived on the third floor and Annie and I groped and kissed as we stumbled up the stairs, her hand never leaving my cock, which was still pulled halfway out of my zipper hole. I fumbled with the key while Annie's hand rambled over my pocket. When the door mercifully popped open, Annie spied the bathroom and raced there. "Gotta pee, be right back." She stopped before shutting the bathroom door. "You might as well get undressed. I'm going to be sucking your dick for awhile, in case you hadn't guessed." Yeah, I had taken a wild guess. I lay down on my queen-sized bed with the brass headboard. I made note of all the notches in the wall behind it which occurred while I was doing my best to bang Yvonne's brains out on a bi-weekly basis. My neighbor next door, polite middle-aged divorcee that he was, once told me he always knew when I had "company." I think he was jealous. My dick twitched like a flag in a stiff breeze as Annie took her time in the bathroom. I could even hear her gurgling with my bottle of mouthwash. Twice. She finally emerged wearing only her pink bra, which tenuously held what I estimated to be a big, floppy pair of 36D breasts, and a matching set of panties that barely covered a tangle of crimson pubic hair. The curtains definitely matched the drapes. Mind you, this was 1992, long before the era of things or shaved pussies. Annie covered up her stomach bashfully. It was rather fleshy, she carried maybe about fifteen extra pounds of what I affectionately called "baby fat". So to distract me and focus my attention on her most impressive natural assets, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra hooks, and two massive pink missiles sprung from their holders. She mashed the puppies together, emphasizing the softness and fullness. "What do you think of THESE?" she asked as she bounced to the bed. I watched her pink panti-clad ass writhe on my mattress as her hips bucked violently while she sucked me. It appeared as if she was trying to dry hump herself to orgasm while she wriggled her head underneath my scrotum and began sucking on my balls while stroking my shaft with both hands. Oral Annie O'Donnell "Can I lick your 'taint?", she asked demurely, placing her index finger on the ultra-sensitive spot where the base of my pubic bone pressed against my skin just above my anus. With such a polite request, I'd be something less than a gentleman if I denied it. "Please do," I replied, gesturing towards the promised land. She soon had me about as hard and long as I could possibly get, sensing just where to stimulate my perineum by applying just the right amount of pressure, pressing her palm on the spot directly beneath my testicles. I was a man held captive. Yvonne who? This orally-fixated redheaded vixen was rocking my world like I'd only dreamed. I tried to reach down and play with her pussy as she rolled over on her side to gain better access to my entire private region, but she insistently slapped my hand away. "Don't touch," she chastised. "I need to concentrate." Silly me, interrupting a maestro. I didn't have to advise her of my impending release. She felt it bubbling from deep within as the thick vein that ran up my shaft began to quiver and pulsate, like Vesuvius announcing a mighty eruption. With a look in her eye of a wildcat on the prowl, she stuck out her tongue and caught each jet of semen, like a bullfrog snatching flies on a lily pad. I flopped back on the bed, completely sated, and groaned incomprehensible praise and thanks to the Lord Jesus Christ. After all, Annie O' Donnell was a good Philly Catholic school girl, so I'm sure she could appreciate the gratitude I was expressing to the blow job gods. She crawled up next to me, and opened her mouth, illustrating a mouthful of sticky seed. With an exaggerated gulp, she closed her mouth and then opened it, showing she had taken her medicine. "All gone," she said merrily, smacking her lips. "And yummy, too. I love a protein snack. That's two today. And I'm still thirsty." I pawed at her panties, but she kept slapping me away. "Not yet, not yet, you need to be a good boy. Remember, you can't fuck me, but eating isn't cheating. Promise?" I figured I could negotiate later. I was in no condition to fuck for the next hour or so anyway, I reasoned. "Deal, promise," I crossed my heart, hoping to die. If I did, what a way to go. She leaned in close to me and looked at me with those flaming eyes. "What's my name?" "What?" I asked. "What do you mean?" I thought maybe she wanted me to call her by some unknown pet nickname or something. She crawled on top of me, pinning me down, holding my wrists over my head. She was surprisingly strong. "WHAT'S my name? You ignored me for two weeks. I want to make sure I have your undivided attention now. So, again, what's my name, John?" I kind of liked being restrained, although I knew I could get out of her grip. At least, I thought I could........ "Annie. Annie O'Donnell." I hoped the questions wouldn't get any more complicated. I hate pop quizzes. "Very good," she smirked. She was sitting on my chest now. "Who's gives the best blow jobs you've ever had?" This was an easy one. I didn't hesitate. "You do, Annie. God, you are un-fucking believable." "You're goddamned right I am," said the good Catholic girl. "And don't you forget it." She lifted up her ass and snaked her pussy on top of me, pulling the cotton material to the side. I could see her puffy, swollen flaps hover over my face. I inhaled her natural scent. She smelled incredibly fresh, like a bouquet of Springtime flowers. Her labia were huge, distended and bright pink. A trickle of her juice oozed out of her slit and dripped onto my nose. "And also don't forget you can never fuck me. That's only for my Bradley." I was in no position to quibble at the moment, so I nodded consent. She lowered herself onto my mouth like a helicopter coming in for a gentle landing. "But eatin' isn't cheating." "So, eat me. Lick my pussy. I'm told it's very tasty." Oh, it was tasty alrighty. There's something about a true redhead's pussy that is distinctly unique from any other woman. I know, I know, refute it if you must, but I can only speak from personal experience. And as much as I love to give oral myself to a woman, well, when it's a redhead, I consider it a feast. And the closest edible treat I could compare Annie to was strawberry sorbet. A scrumptious rich, creamy, milky delicacy with just the right amount of tartness. This particular position that Annie chose was especially fortuitous, because as I nibbled and ever so softly chewed on her thick labia minora, Annie's vulva puffed outwardly, allowing a steady stream of nectar to emit from inside her folds. I swirled her juicy cunt lips around on my tongue as I enjoyed the vantage point of gazing directly upward. Annie rocked on me urgently and pulled on her full salmon-hued nipples, which appeared to extend from her generous areolas at least a half an inch. I consider myself a bit of a cunnilingus connoisseur, I truly love pleasing a woman with my mouth and tongue. To me, there's nothing sexier. And just as Annie wanted to use my cock for "practice", well, the more I licked Annie the more I realized I wouldn't want to stop for quite awhile. I buried my nose against Annie's mound and buried my long tongue deep into her slit, tongue-fucking her cunt about two inches deep, which is where the most sensitive nerve endings seem to be anyhow, from my personal experience. She was bucking on me almost violently now, groaning and emitting language that they don't teach in Cathecism class (it's a Catholic thing, work with me here). Realizing I had her on the precipice of sweet release, I licked as long as I could as I watched her soft tummy tremble and felt her vaginal muscles constrict on my tongue. And then I sloooowly wrapped my lips around her clitoral hood, sucked in gently.......and hummed. A gush of clear, warm foam spat from Annie's bright pink tunnel like a spigot had been opened. From my vantage pint directly underneath her, it was the first time I could clearly see a woman's ejaculate spurt from her inner regions. Her sweet cunt literally gurgled its delight as she leaked cum on me for what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality probably closer to a solid forty-five seconds. Annie wailed and grabbed my head like it was beach ball that she was intent on popping. Having no particular desire to have my popped nor to be smothered and she grinded her cunt on my face, I lifted her hips clean off the mattress and flipped her onto her back. Now I had a different perspective of her full torso. Her skin was flushed and rather pale, a prototypical redhead's hue, but her pussy seemed to take on a darker fuschia-like color. I knelt down between her legs for a closer examination of this curious phenomenon, and figured while I was in the neighborhood, why not pry her cunt apart with my fingers and confirm my suspicion. Once her flaps were separated, I did indeed see that her inner channel was indeed a deeper red, almost a light purple now. I assumed it was from the blood that had rushed to her pussy in this heightened state of arousal. I decided to see what would happen to the fascinating vaginal kaleidoscope if I again sucked on her pearl-like clit. She came. She came hard. She wrapped her legs over my shoulders and pounded her fists on the pillow and generally writhed about on the bed so hard that the headboard banged against the wall repeatedly. "Geez, he must have company again," I could imagine my neighbor saying forlornly, turning up the audible on his TV remote control to block out the sounds. I amused myself watching Annie's pussy changing colors like autumnal leaves for about thirty minutes, all the while fingering and sucking her until she begged for mercy. And besides, I was duly erect again, and ready to bravely volunteer for another of Annie's oral clinics. Admittedly, though, it was fascinating, and certainly excellent practice. I calculated a half-dozen somewhat "normal" orgasms for her, and at least two monster ones. So, by my reasoning, she was ahead about eight to two. Time for me to catch up. I gave Annie a hint that I wished she would resume sucking me by standing up and kind of dragging her by the legs like a caveman and cave woman so that her head dangled over the side of the bed. Not coincidentally, she was within close proximity of my cock. She reached up over her head and took my shaft with one hand and my balls with the other. Before she took me inside, though, she hesitated before inserting into her lips by paying me my props. "Thank you," she said, her blue eyes sparkling with sincere gratitude. "My Bradley has never eaten me like that. No one has, actually." I echoed her own words from earlier. "Thank you. I AM good, aren't I?" She giggled, realizing she was being mocked. "You're fun. You look so conservative at work. I didn't know you'd be so.........well, funny." I pointed downward, refocusing her attention. One thing I had noticed about Annie that she liked to chit-chat a lot while fellating. "Ya know what would be really fun, Annie? If you sucked my cock upside down like this. Now THAT would be fun." She squealed her agreement and wiggled so that her mouth was directly underneath my balls. "I've always wanted to try this position. I've seen it in some porno movies. I've never done it before. Fun, agreed! Face-fucking, right, is that what they call it?" I reached down to cup and massage her jiggly tits with one hand and cradled her head in the other. I wasn't sure who THEY were exactly, but the description was accurate. Face-fucking. How apt. I looked down and watched as my cock split Annie's full lips and left small indentations in her throat. I'd never done it in this position, either, and guess what? It WAS fun. To add a little variety, I stepped closer to the edge of the bed so that my cock nestled in between Annie's globes. She caught on instantly and held her bouncy jugs together tightly as my cock fit snugly in between. My balls dangled over her face, and her tongue snaked up to tickle my 'taint again, and I jumped in surprise when I felt her rim my anus. "Wow, whoa, that's a first, too," I exclaimed. "Which part?" Annie asked, her mouth still suckling all around my perineum and ass hole. "The tit fucking or the ass rimming?" She posed this question with a calm curiosity considering our position. It was almost like casual conversation between acquaintances, except my dick was between her tits and she was tossing my salad. "Uh, the ass licking, actually." "Do you like it?" she queried, almost casually. In case she needed visual evidence, I grabbed her globes and began to thrust my shaft between the incredibly soft boobs that were essentially serving as mittens for my cock. "Well, what would the size of my cock indicate? Have you noticed it's about as hard as titanium?" Before we could carry on this dialogue, the phone on my night stand rang. I looked at the clock next to the phone. Eleven o'clock already? Time flies when you're having your ass hole licked, I mused. The display flashed the familiar number in the 609 area code. Yvonne. She was probably home down from whoever she had been practicing on tonight. That rationalization somehow made me feel less guilty (although guilt is mitigated when there's a busty redhead's tongue up your ass). "Hey, baby," I said into the mouthpiece. I was interested to see Annie's reaction when she realized it was my girlfriend. Annie's reaction was to cease licking my ass, which was not unexpected. What WAS unexpected, though, is that she rolled on her side and began to attack my mouth from the side. "I can get a better angle this way," Annie stage-whispered as I cupped the phone with my hand and shushed her. "Don't worry, I won't tell. Discretion, remember. Keep talking and I'll keep sucking." I think I fell in love with Annie at that minute. Or maybe it was the next minute, when, still blowing me eagerly, Annie stretched her body so that she could reach Yvonne's picture in the photo frame, which was also on the night stand. She looked at while holding the frame in one hand and my dick in the other, never for a second slowing down on the hummer. "She's gorgeous," Annie whispered. Then she added, snickering, "I'd do her." This comment almost made my knees buckle. "What's that, baby?" I said into the phone, desperately trying to hold it together and somehow try to concentrate on what Yvonne was babbling on about. "No, I'm listening, um, I was just distracted for a minute. Yes, I'm listening. How was your night, baby?" Yvonne lied to me, some bullshit about going out to dinner with her sister. But I knew, and kinda hoped, she was sucking some professor's cock somewhere. Annie rolled on her stomach now while still holding Yvonne's photo with one hand and stroking me furiously with the other. Ambidextrous, too, what a woman. (What did the NBA player once say? "I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous." But I digress.) Annie's sucking had me at the boiling point, and she knew it. She smirked up at me with an evil leer and a mouthful of fat, rigid cock ready to bust a nut. I replied to Yvonne's question. "My night? Oh, I just went down to the Harbor for a little bit with some people from work." I paused while Yvonne asked if I picked up any women. How did women know this shit, even if I knew she was kidding? Their intuition is amazing. Or, maybe Yvonne was trying to rationalize her own cheating, I thought. So I played along with the ruse. "Oh, yeah, the usual. I got picked up by some horny redhead who wanted to give me a blow job. But don't worry, baby, I didn't let her fuck me." Yvonne found this funny. So did Annie when I came in her mouth at that exact instant. While still spurting cum into Annie's mouth, Yvonne and I said our goodnights and promised to fuck each other silly next weekend. Annie was still licking me clean when I hung up. "You're bad," I chastised her. "You're worse," she countered. "But you are fun. I think it's time you took me home, though. I live in Bethesda, is that OK?" I nodded, my dick shrinking after blowing load numero tres tonight. "But, um, ya know, you could stay the night if you wanted and I could take you back in the morning." Annie reached for her clothes. "No, I have to work in the morning. Besides, that'd be cheating, sleeping over." I shrugged, conceding her point, warped though it was. As she snapped her bra hooks back into place, Annie said, "But if you're up for it, would you mind if I gave you another blow job on the ride home?" And she did. I came in her mouth for the fourth time that night while sitting in the parking lot of her apartment complex in the Pooks Hill section of Bethesda. Before going inside, she hesitated for a second and asked, "What do you think Yvonne would say if you asked her if she wanted to have a threesome with me? "After all, I want to practice on a woman, too, and as long as you don't fuck me, well, technically, it wouldn't be cheating." I tried not to act surprised, but couldn't help but to ask her, "What would your Bradley think of such a thing? Didn't you just get engaged?" She wiped the excess cum off of her chin and shrugged. "I wouldn't tell him, would you? Discretion, remember? I'm going to be married a long time, so I'm going to experiment while I can. He'll benefit from my experience in the long run." I laughed what was left of my rocks off. "Well, since neither Bradley or Yvonne are in town this weekend, why don't we get together tomorrow night and talk about it? I'll take you out to dinner in Old Town." She tucked my cock back in my zipper after kissing the tip a fond goodnight. "That sounds....fun. Can I suck you on the ride there?" **************** That was the first of my many adventures with Oral Annie O'Donnell. Perhaps I should write more about the others....?