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Anna

By: JustLikeEwe



This story involves a young man who is a virgin, and a woman over three times his age. Therefore, this is both a "first time" story and a "mature" tale.

*

This wasn't the way that most guys my age want to spend the summer before heading off to college, I recall thinking as I looked out the kitchen window to the tiny yard and the postage stamp lawn that might take me all of a minute to mow tomorrow.

The house and the yard had belonged to my grandmother, who had been in and out of the hospital for the last couple of years, and had finally succumbed to a variety of illnesses last week at the ripe old age of 82.

While much of the rest of my family had abandoned Grandma, I had continued to visit her in her declining years, which was how I ended up with the dubious honor of going through her stuff and shutting the house down so that it could be sold.

It was while I was taking a break from the house cleaning that I saw the woman who had lived next door for as long as I could remember, puttering around in her back yard. All I really knew about her was her name, Anna.

She was a tiny woman who lived alone in the modest bungalow at the end of the street, nestled between the woods and my Grandma's place. She looked older than I remembered when I had seen her last year, her black hair now more streaked with grey and pulled back in a bun.

When she saw me, she gave a timid wave before heading over to the fence. I went out to meet her. After she expressed her condolences about my grandmother's passing, she asked about what was going to happen to the house.

"I don't know," I said. "They just sent me here to try and make sense out of her belongings. My folks and the rest of the vultures will take what they want, and then I guess the place will get sold."

"New neighbors," Anna said, shuddering visibly. "Just the thought of that bothers me. I was so used to your grandmother. She was such a nice lady. I guess we got along pretty well because we were alike in many ways. She loved you very much, but you know that. She always said that Tommy was her favorite - the only one that would bother with her."

"Oh, I don't know about that," I mused, but had to admit that Anna was right.

"It was good that she had someone that cared about her," Anna said softly. "Being alone is..."

Anna left the sentence unfinished, but I sensed that she knew what being alone was all about. I had never seen anybody besides her next door, and while I recall Grandma saying something about her being married at one time, I gathered that her husband had passed away.

After we chatted for a few more minutes, Anna asked me if she would like to come over for dinner. I had mentioned that I had been depleting Grandma's cupboards during my stay, and when the tiny woman invited me, I realized I had backed myself into a corner and so I accepted.

***

Much like my grandmother's house was, Anna's felt like a museum to me, with all of these little nick-knacks and doilies all over the place. I had gotten as dressed up as the limited wardrobe I brought here would allow, and after Anna complimented me on how I looked, she brought me into the kitchen for dinner.

Gradually, my nervousness faded as we began conversing. We kept the topics light and avoided talking about my Grandma, and after I helped my hostess with the dishes she brought me into the living room.

At that point, I have to admit that I was trying to figure out the most graceful way to end the evening. Anna was very nice and all, but I figured she had to get to bed early like Grandma always did.

"Do you have any children?" I asked as we sat on her couch, which was probably older than I was, and found my eyes going to Anna's legs for some reason

The pale limbs were very slender, and the fact that they weren't all that bad for a woman her age probably got my attention for longer than they should have, because she caught me looking at her as she answered.

"No, I - we couldn't have children," Anna said sadly. "I wanted children so badly. My husband - he did too. That why we - he left me."

"Oh," I answered, regretting that I had picked the wrong topic for conversation. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Not your fault," Anna replied, patting me on the arm and giving my limb a little squeeze. "Anyway, I suspect that you must be a very responsible young man, seeing as how they left you in charge of gathering everything up and all."

"If anybody suspected that Grandma had anything of value, I'm sure the vultures would have swooped in," I opined. "So far, I've found about a dollar in pennies and about a dozen empty bottle of seltzer water."

"Don't spend it all in one place," Anna suggested, and I shared in her laughter.

Anna had an adorable laugh, as petite as the woman it came out of, and as we talked I found myself getting more attracted to her. I wanted to ask her how old she was, because it was hard to tell from her appearance. I suspected that she could be anywhere from 55 to 75, although the fact that she still worked made me lean toward the lower end of that scale.

There weren't very many pictures around, but there was one of Anna when she was very young, probably in her twenties. She was a cute woman back then even if the picture looked like something from the twenties. Even then Anna had her hair in that little bun, which made her look a bit like a spinster.

"What grade are you going to be in next fall?" Anna asked when the conversation turned to me, and when I told her that I was going to be a sophomore in college she got flustered.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Anna said apologetically when I told her I was going to be 20 next winter.

"I know I look like a kid," I offered, knowing that my nerdish appearance made my age tough to figure out.

"No, it isn't that," Anna said. "It's just that your grandmother - the way she spoke about you, I always got the impression you were still a child."

"I don't think Grandma ever understood that I was getting older," I admitted. "I was always afraid that for Christmas she would give me something like those pink bunny pajamas that Ralphie got in The Christmas Story."

Anna started giggling at that, and squeezed my arm as she leaned against me, coming so close that I could smell the ancient perfume she used, a pleasant scent but something that seemed from around era.

"As a matter-of-fact," Anna said when she stopped laughing. "The way you act - you're very mature. It's almost like you're older than your years."

Anna had a point there, I admitted to her, because I always seemed to relate well to people older than me.

"I'm square," I confessed. "Maybe I was born too late, because I don't like the stuff I'm supposed to like. Stuff guys my age are into, like rap music and reality television - things like that. I'd rather watch MASH or The Honeymooners than any of the junk that's on the tube these days."

"There's nothing wrong with being square," Anna told me, motioning toward the television that looked as old as me. "I hardly ever turn it on, except for the news. So, do you have a lady friend?"

"Me? No," I said.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so nosy," Anna said. "I mean, you might not even be..."

"Interested in girls?" I said in finishing her thought. "No, I'm very interested in girls."

"Good," Anna said blushing. "I mean, whatever you like is fine, but you never know these days."

"That's okay. No, I like girls but the feeling is not nearly as mutual as I would like," I confessed.

What would she say if she knew that the only memorable relationship I had ever been in was with my science teacher, a woman who had been twice my age. A woman as plain and shy as I was, and she was about to take my virginity when she suddenly felt guilty. Her getting cold feet at the last minute was a crushing blow that I still hadn't gotten over.

"I'm sure you'll find the perfect girl someday, Tommy," Anna said softly. "There's still a place for good-hearted and considerate guys, no matter what you might think. Not all of us like the 'bad boys', you know."

I happened to look at the clock, and when I asked Anna whether that was the right time, she seemed as surprised as I was that it was just past midnight.

"Silly me," Anna said. "I've been babbling away all night, and you've been so sweet to sit there and put up with me."

"I've had a great time," I assured Anna, and I wasn't lying, because what I had feared might be torture was instead a fun evening. "Really."

"Will you be heading home tomorrow?" Anna asked, and the more I thought about it, the less good that idea sounded.

"I think I'll probably be here at least for a couple more days," I said, stretching the truth a bit when I added, "There's a lot of stuff I still haven't gone through yet."

"Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night then?" Anna said, and immediately realized how excitedly she had offered the invitation.

"I mean, if you'd like to, that is," Anna added. "I promise not to keep you so late tomorrow."

"It's a date," I said as I went to the door, and when I opened it I paused, thanking Anna for a great night.

"Thank you, Tommy," Anna said, and when I gave her a little hug she not only returned it, but gave me a little peck on the cheek, reaching up as high as her head could reach to press her lips to my cheek.

So tiny, I thought as I squeezed her and felt her frail form, although the press of her breasts against my stomach got my attention. When I got back to my grandmother's house I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

There I was, a 19 year old geek not only spending an evening with a woman who, if she hadn't reached senior citizen status yet, could see it from where she was, and not only did I enjoy myself, I even got a hard-on from hugging her.

"You're a sick fuck, Tommy Baldwin," I said aloud as I went into the kitchen for a drink of water.

After quenching my thirst, I realized that I was not going to get to sleep right away, so I did a little housekeeping, bringing a few empty boxes into the spare bedroom that I always stayed in. On my way in, I happened to glance out of the window that faced Anna's house as I reached for the light switch, and found myself setting the boxes down and not turning on the light.

Instead, I moved through the dark room like a cat when I saw the light on in the house next door. The curtains were open, with only the sheers shielding my eyes from an unimpeded view of Anna Hayward's bedroom.

***

"Sick sick sick," I heard myself muttered as I looked over at the woman who I had just shared my evening with, and when I first glanced over I saw Anna in the process of putting her nightgown on, which meant that I had arrived just a little bit late.

It was a very plain nightgown that revealed little, but with the house less than ten feet away it was almost like being there, with the sheer curtains giving Anna's bedroom the look of an old-time movie.

Her china white arms were so slender and pale, yet were surprisingly trim, with little of the sagging of skin that many women get as they age, and I would have seen it since she was busily brushing her hair after freeing it from the bun.

Sitting at what looked like a little make-up table, Anna worked the brush through her wiry hair with her right hand as she used her left hand to hold it down. My mother used to brush her hair 100 times each night, and I hoped that Anna did as well.

She looked a little like Katherine Hepburn, so fragile and feminine looking despite tiny wisps of dark hair that sprouted from under her arms. The unusual sight of a woman with unshaven armpits did not offend me, and in fact the effect of seeing the little patches of fur was just the opposite as I stood there peeking though the blinds like a pervert while she did what was likely a nightly routine.

Five minutes later the light in Anna's bedroom went out, and the sudden darkness seemed to break me out of the trance I was in, leaving me to assess what I would look like had Anna been looking over this way.

Nothing unusual here, I thought. Just Tommy Baldwin with his jeans and underwear down around his ankles, his right hand still pulling on his deflating dick while his left hand was filled with the end result of his orgasm. 

Perfectly normal. Nothing I hadn't done countless times before, except this time the target of my deviant thought was a perfectly charming and innocent mature woman who, if she had ever see what I was doing, would have been just as disgusted with me as I was with myself.

***

I ended up at Anna's again the next night, and I found myself having a great deal of trouble looking her in the eye as we ate dinner. Anna asked me if I had a productive day and I lied and said I did. I wonder what she would have thought about me had she known what I did?

"Let's see," I could imagine myself saying if I was pumped full of truth serum. "Last night when I got back to my grandmother's house I thanked you for you kindness and hospitality by peeking at you through the blinds as you got ready for bed. Violated your privacy in a way that I'm sure has never been done to you before.

I masturbated while watching you brush your hair, and then after I woke up the next morning I was looking out the front windows when you left the house to catch the bus to go to work. Did it again - jerked off I mean - while watching you walk past the house, wishing that your dress was shorter so I could see more of your legs."

I could not imagine what this sweet old lady - and there was no denying that Anna Hayward qualified for that word - would think about such a confession. Yet as I finished another nice meal I couldn't at least say something.

"Uh - you know Anna," I said as I leaned back from the table. "When my grandmother's house gets sold, you might want to, you know, like in the back..."

"I'm sorry Tommy," Anna said after trying to decipher what I was trying to say. "I don't understand."

"I mean, your bedroom," I stammered, wishing I hadn't started this but was too far in to stop now. "From the spare room in back, you can see into your bedroom."

"Oh dear," Anna said when she finally figured out what I was saying. "The curtains - I leave them open for the sun - oh no!"

"I'm sorry," I mumbled when I watched Anna's pale complexion turn crimson. "Just thought you should know, like for the future."

"Yes, thank you," Anna said before excusing herself and scurrying out of the room.

I knew where she was going. She was running back to her bedroom and closing those curtains after looking out to see exactly what I had seen. So much for the hope, the crazy thought that she had opened those curtains for me to look at her through.

"There," Anna said when she returned, trying to act like nothing had happened.

"I hope you aren't mad at me," I said.

"Mad? Oh my no," Anna said as I helped her clear the table. "Can you imagine what someone just moving in would think? Glancing over at seeing a 63 year old woman prancing around naked?"

That answered the question about how old Anna was, but once again I couldn't shut up.

"I didn't see you naked," I said.

"That's good," Anna sighed. "You wouldn't have come over for dinner if you had."

"I wished I had," I blurted out. "Seen you naked I mean. You had just put on your nightgown when I noticed your curtains were open."

"Oh."

"You sat down at your dressing table and brushed your hair," I continued.

"That must have been something to see," Anna said as she dropped a saucer in the sink, clearly confused at what I was saying.

"It was. I watched you brush your hair until you got up and turned out the light," I admitted, leaving out the other part. "You looked so beautiful that it looked at I was having a dream."

Anna put her hand on the edge of the sink, steadying herself, and she looked as if she was going to faint.

"Tommy, you..." she started to say and then stopped. "You're a sweet boy but I know what I look like now. If I was 50 years younger, you might have gotten a more pleasant sight."

"I didn't wish you were younger. Maybe I wished I was older," I said, making little sense. "I better go before I make an even bigger fool of myself."

"Don't go," Anna said, clutching my forearm with her weathered hand. "I don't - would you sit on the couch with me for a moment?"

I nodded and helped her into the living room, sitting next to her on the couch and asking her if I could get her something.

"No, just sit with me for a minute," Anna said, our knees touching.

The only sound in the room was the ticking of a clock somewhere behind us, and as Anna seemed to regain her composure I got relieved.

"I'm really fine," Anna assured me after I asked again. "That was a lot of things to digest at once."

"I shouldn't have said anything," I said. "I just felt guilty about spying on you like I did. Even if I didn't set out to do it, I still could have just turned away when I first saw you, but I didn't." 

"No wonder your grandmother loved you so," Anna said, her eyes watering. "I wish I had met someone like you when I was young. Those things you said, no matter how crazy they sounded, I still loved hearing them. Nobody has said I was beautiful in - I don't know how long ago."

"You are beautiful," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Guess you can tell I've got a crush on you."

Anna giggled at that, and squeezed my hand with hers as she looked at me.

"You're going to make somebody a wonderful husband someday," she said.

"I don't think so," I said. "I don't belong here - I don't mean here - I mean in the 21st century. Girls my age just don't do anything for me. Someone like you I can spend hours talking to and listening to, but girls my age? I listen to them babbling about stuff I don't care about for two minutes and I'm tearing my hair out."

I went on to tell Anna my entire life story when it came to girls, and because there was so little to tell and the tales were so tame, even Anna didn't flinch.

"I was crazy about her," I said of my science teacher and of her last second guilty conscience, and then I told Anna something that I never shared with anyone before or after.

I shared with Anna the story of my dating Jill, and how when it finally got to the point that guys dream about, this time it was my fault it didn't happen.

"We got naked and when she saw me - my - you know, she giggled," I confessed, the memory still as fresh as if it was last night instead of last year. "I'm - It's kinda small."

"That sort of thing doesn't matter," Anna said softly. "Maybe she was just nervous or something."

"Yeah, maybe," I agreed, although in my mind I saw it differently. "After she laughed when I tried, I couldn't - you know." 

"So you're a virgin," Anna concluded, and I nodded. "It's nothing to be ashamed of you know. Even I was one once myself."

We laughed at that, but then Anna continued.

"I was a child of the 60's," Anna explained. "Back then I was probably just as silly as the girls of today are. Smoking grass and drinking Boone's Farm wine."

"You did?"

"I did indeed," Anna declared. "I wasn't as crazy as a lot of people my age, but I was no wallflower either. If I told you how I met my husband you would die."

"Tell me."

"I couldn't," Anna said. "Let's just say that it wasn't something I'm all that proud of now."

I kept after her, reminding her that I had just told her every one of my many humiliating experiences with the opposite sex, and finally she gave in.

"I went to a concert at the Aerodrome with a girlfriend of mine," Anna explained. "This was in Schenectady, New York, and there was this group that had just came out called Led Zeppelin."

"Led Zeppelin?" I said - shouted. "You're kidding!"

"No. My friend Peggy was a little older and knew more about music than I did, so I went along with her. Hitchhiked and ended up sitting on the floor of this old bowling alley or whatever it was, about 15 feet away from these really skinny guys with long hair who I had never heard of."


Anna



"Amazing."

"Anyway, the show was over and we had to hitchhike home, but Peggy had been talking to this guy on the way out the door, and she gets us a ride. We're in a VW bus that's more primer than paint with these two guys we didn't know. One thing leads to another, and we end up making out with these guys in the back of the van after they get us buzzed."

"That's how you met your husband?" I asked. "That sounds so cool."

"Actually, to be honest I didn't end up with the guy I made out with," Anna admitted. "My future ex-husband was the guy Peggy was with. He said that once he looked over at me and saw me... well, never mind."

"Saw you what?" I asked, while Anna covered her face with her hands and kept saying no.

"Okay," Anna said after she stopped giggling, and then she whispered her secret in my ear.

"So there!" Anna said, her face flushed after dropping that bomb on me and watching my reaction when she admitted that her future husband loved the way she was performing fellatio on his friend. "I wasn't always the little old spinster brushing her hair by herself."

"I love you," I said, and when that didn't seem to register as Anna stared at me like I had just clubbed her over the head, I repeated it, taking her face in my hands and kissed her.

Anna was obviously stunned when I started kissing her, but it wasn't resistance that made it an awkward moment. Necking was something that I hadn't had much practice at, and besides, Anna was on my right side, while in my limited experiences I had always been more comfortable with the girl on my left. 

Anna finally eased herself away from me, and when I realized how aggressive I had been I braced myself for a well-deserved slap in the face. A slap that didn't come.

"Easy Tommy," Anna said, her lightly weathered and gently wrinkled face still there, and her hazel eyes full of understanding. "Easy."

Anna took my face in her hands and kissed me, a kiss that was every bit as passionate as my amateur efforts, but so much more erotic. Anna's lips were soft and warm, and when her tongue slipped into my mouth I was startled but responded in kind.

My hands went up and down her back as I hugged her, and that kiss hardly ended when the next one began. I was leaning Anna into the back of the couch, with her steadying influence keeping my animal urges in check somewhat.

Anna had taken her glasses off at some point, and as we kissed I brought my hand around to her chest. Anna did not protest but only groaned when my hand found her breast through her dress and brassiere. The flesh underneath was very soft and pliant as I groped her breast roughly. I was a bit shocked at the size of her breasts, and it was as if she was pushing herself into my hand as we necked.

It was then that I felt Anna's hand on my lap, her fingers clutching as she searched for my dick through my slacks. I was hard as a rock, but it still took her a while to find my boner, which says a lot about the size of it.

"Ohh," Anna cooed in my ear when she found my dick, and then her fingers were taking down my zipped and reaching inside the fly of my pants.

"Ooh," we said in unison after her fingers slid under my underwear and took hold of my penis and pulled on it as best she could given the snug surroundings.

"You're not small, Tommy," Anna sighed into my ear, giving me a sweet lie as she lightly stroked the slender five inches I was blessed with. before reaching lower and rolling my balls in her palm. "Nice to feel a man again. It's been so long."

My hands were all over Anna, running my hands all over the petite five foot frame through her clothing. Anna was breathing heavily in my ear all the time, and when I tried to work my hand under her dress she stopped my hand.

"Tommy," Anna said, her cheeks flushed as she caught her breath. "Are you sure..."

"I want you so bad," I said, hoping that just because my words came out with an excess of emotion that she didn't think I was lying, but it was just a case of me wanting her to know how excited I was.

Anna nodded and got up off the couch, taking my hand and leading me down the hall.

"Here," Anna said as she led me into her bedroom, a small cube full of knick-knacks and crocheted things of all kinds. "I'll be right back."

I stood in the semi-darkness of her bedroom, wondering what I should do. In the end, I took my clothing off, even my socks, and after I folded them and set them aside I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the dresser.

"Oh brother," I muttured as my eyes began to adjust the the dim light provided by the moonlight that made it though the drawn curtains.

My skinny frame was hardly the kind that women drooled over, and as for the sad spout that stuck out in front of me like a thumb when my eyes went lower, I cringed. Why couldn't I be like those guys in those websites, with their big schlongs waving around while they stood their smugly? No wonder Jill had giggled. I was pretty pathetic.

The more I waited for Anna, the more I worried. My erection disappeared and then my dick started to attempt to crawl into my intestines as I thought about every possible thing that could go wrong. Anna? Where did she go? Did she get cold feet like my science teacher had?

Then the bedroom door opened, and Anna was in the doorway, the light from the hallway forming an aura around her briefly before she stepped inside and closed the door behind herself.

"Tommy?" Anna said, her eyes probably not as adjusted as mine were.

"I'm here Anna," I whispered as I stood a few feet in front of her.

"I'm scared," Anna said.

"You're scared?" I said with a nervous laugh. "I thought you took off on me."

"No," Anna said softly, jumping a little when my hands touched her shoulders.

Anna had let her hair down, out of that tight little bun, and as I ran my hands through her wiry black and silver locks she eased herself into my body.

Anna was wearing a bathrobe, and when I slipped my hands inside the lapels of the garment I could tell she was naked underneath. I gently parted the robe and then it was sliding to the floor behind Anna, exposing her pale and petite body.

Anna shuddered as my hands slid down her arms, and I knelt before her as I buried my face between her breasts. Her breasts were larger than I had expected, perhaps because of the way they hung down loosely. They were like baseballs hanging in stretching bags, and as my hands came underneath them and took them in my palms, Anna let out a moan that had a bit of vibrato to it.

Banana boobs - that was what my friend Zach called the tits of this girl at school that never wore a bra, and I guess Anna's breasts fit that description. The spongy orbs felt incredible in my hands though, and I could feel her nipples get stiff the more I played with them.

We somehow got over to the bed, and as Anna eased onto the bed my hand went between her legs. The hair was sparse down there, and she was very wet when I touched her sex, a sort of oily moisture.

"I haven't been - my husband - it was over 20 years ago," Anna said to me as I felt was had to be some kind of lubricant, something she must have applied to combat the dryness that comes with age.

I hadn't been born. It struck me that the last time she had sex, I hadn't been born, and probably hadn't even been thought of yet. Now, there I was.

"Easy honey," Anna whispered as I climbed between her skinny thighs, with my stiff dick in hand.

"No," I muttered as I fumbled around the lubricated opening, and the more I fumbled, the more I thought. The more I thought, the more all the these horrible scenarios came into my mind.

"Sorry," I practically cried as I tried to push what had become little more than a peanut into Anna's pussy, and I was on the verge of actually starting to cry when I realized this was going to be just like the time with Jill, only I didn't cry with her because she meant little to me. Not like Anna.

"It's okay," Anna was saying, reaching up and running her fingers down the side of my face with her right hand while her left hand went down.

"It's okay, Tommy," Anna sighed, taking my limp dick in her hand and pulling on it. "We're both nervous. It's going to be okay. See. You're getting harder already."

I didn't think I was, but Anna was so reassuring, and her touch was so sweet, that I started to believe her. This WAS going to be alright, and as my dick really did start to get hard I started to relax.

"That's it, Tommy," Anna cooed. "Yes! You're so big and hard!" 

This time, Anna didn't wait to see if I would screw up, and simply took my dick into her. As I slid into the snug fold, my cock grinding into the tight membrane, Anna cried out loud. So loud, that if my hard-of-hearing Grandma was still next door she would have been calling the police by the time Anna's guttural wail subsided.

We were both laughing and crying as I moved in and out of her, the glorious feeling of being inside of a woman even better than my wildest fantasies. Anna was kissing me while squeezing my arms, and I was starting to figure things out okay myself, or at least that was how it seemed.

Suddenly, Anna's eyes bugged out wildly, and her already tight grip on my arms became almost savage, with her tiny little fingers seizing me in what seemed like a death grip. The look on her face was so foreign and so erotic that I could not look at her for fear of cumming.

As Anna arched her neck and cried out again, her body spasmed, and then my dick got crushed by a series of seizures that made me cum, her muscles almost forcing my orgasm out of me as we came together.

When I finally stopped squirting my seed deep into Anna's womb, I looked back down at my little lover, and the look on her face must have mirrored my own, because we embraced each other and held on tight for a long long time.

***

It was way past midnight when I woke up from a very light sleep, apparently having drifted off in Anna's arms for a second, and now as I looked down toward the foot of the bed, I was treated to a sight that had to be real because it was far beyond my wildest dreams.

Anna was down there, laying across my thigh as she held my erect cock straight up, while her tongue worked along the underside. When she peeked up at me from behind my dick - a dick, by the way, that didn't look so little anymore to me - she giggled and apologized to me for waking me up.

"Just in case it takes me another 20 years to lure a man into my boudoir," Anna chirped before breaking into her little giggle.

Her tongue played with the tip of my manhood, and then she let her lips slide down slowly, all the way until her nose was in my pubic hair, and then went back up.

After a couple more trips up and down, she got up to her knees and lifted her right leg gingerly over my crotch while rubbing my boner up and down the opening of her sex.

"Mmm," I said as I enjoyed the sensation, reaching up to brace Anna, holding her under her arms while her worked me into her.

Anna giggled when my thumbs stroked the sparse spray of hair nestled deep in the pockets of her moist armpits, fur which she had profusely apologized for earlier but I found as erotic as the rest of her mature little body.

"Ah!" Anna sighed as my dick went in her to the hilt, and as she started rocking on me my hands went to the banana boobs which had begun to swing wildly in front of me, morsels too tempting to ignore.

"Oh!" Anna said as she grimaced with her movements. "I'm going to regret this in the morning."

"It is morning," I reminded her.

"Then I guess I was wrong," she cackled as her thrusts become harder. "Because it still feels good!"

***

I've gone back to school since that magical summer night, but Anna is still on my mind. When I go home for winter break, I've already invited myself to Anna's house to spend a week or so.

Actually, it was Anna that suggested I would be welcome to stop some night when recess came, and when I told her that I thought maybe a week would be nicer, she seemed really excited about the prospect. So excited that she said she was going to take that week off from work, so we could enjoy each other all we could.

After I got back to school, I happened to get a date with a girl who worked at the cafe on campus. She invited me to go home with her, and late that night we went to bed.

She didn't giggle, and I didn't go limp, and she seemed to cum really well both times we had sex. We see each other from time to time, but to be honest, she's fun and pretty, but she isn't Anna.

I told Sandy - that's her name - that I had a girl back home that I was in a relationship with, and she seemed fine with that. I didn't mention that the "girl" was over 40 years older than her. Don't know how she would have taken it, let alone if she knew that a lot of times when we're making love, I'm thinking about Anna.

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Anna



I am a night-shift systems administrator for a large company in town. I just can't believe I let them rope me into this. I had a wonderful day job and I let them talk me into this. Ain't that just wonderful. 

Anyway, I was sitting in my office alone. I was a little irritated and a LOT bored, so I fired up my IRC client and went surfing for some cyber. Hell, I have the whole 2 story, 8,000 square foot building to myself...why not? So, I'm surfing through IRC looking for a likely candidate when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I shut down the IRC program and just as I stuck my head out the door, Anna got to the top of the stairs.

"Hi, Anna" I said. "What are you doing here? It's..." I looked at my watch, "11:30."

"Yeah, but tomorrow is my last day. I forgot a few things in my desk. I also knew that you would miss me. So I want to give you something that I KNOW you won't ever forget."

I gulped at the possibilities. Anna is a 36-year-old divorcee with brown hair past her shoulders, absolutely GORGEOUS brown eyes. I've wanted her since she started work here. Tonight, she was wearing a light sun dress (it had been an oddly sunny day) and some white spike heels. Those heels were showing off her impressive legs. Don't even get me started on her tan. Needless to say, at this point I had a raging hard-on. Most men would be somewhat embarrassed about that. However, my normal mode of dress spares me that discomfort. I usually wear plain Levi's jeans and a T-shirt.

Hiding my hopes, I thought "dear god, PLEASE let it be what I think it is!"

At the same time, I was saying "Oh, that's cool. You didn't have to get me anything."

"It isn't something I got for you. Its something I always had," she said with a smile.

She slowly reached up and slid the shoulder straps for her dress off of her shoulders. The light dress fluttered to the ground around her, revealing her gorgeous body. She was a tennis player, so she had excellent muscle tone everywhere. And one other thing...NO TAN LINE!

When I started stammering like an idiot, she stepped toward me, pulled me in close and whispered in my ear.

"All you ever had to do was ask."

Suddenly, her hand was on my zipper. She fondled my cock for a few seconds before unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I kicked off my shoes, then stepped out of my pants. She got on her knees and slipped my underwear off. 

Gently, she took my swollen member into her mouth while she carefully cupped my swelling balls in her hands. Ever so slowly, she took more and more of me into her mouth. Her tongue licked every square millimeter of my shaft. Suddenly, I felt my dick hit the back of her throat. She looked somewhat disappointed when she saw that there were still 2 inches to go. She paused for a moment, then backed off of my staff. She stood up and said "You taste so good. But I need more. Come on!"

She led me to the empty office across the hall. It used to be the MIS manager's office, so it had the big desk and the big windows. She laid on her back on the desk, allowing her head to hang over the edge. She then pulled me closer, guiding my cock into her mouth. Slowly, I pushed further and further in until, once again, I felt the back of her throat. She just reached up, grabbed my ass and pulled me in the rest of the way so that my nuts were bouncing off her nose. Then, when I thought she couldn't possibly take any more, she opened her mouth even wider and took my balls, also. I thought I was in heaven until something even better happened. She started swallowing. The muscles in her throat massaged my prick like a well practiced set of hands. 

"Oh God...I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum," I panted.

I shot my load right down her throat. Load after load of my spunk flowed down into her stomach. I came so hard that, for a moment, I thought I would pass out.

I pulled my dick out of her mouth and sat down in the nearest chair before I fell over. She sat up and looked at me with a small pout. "You aren't through are you?" She asked.

I smiled at her and said "Not if you arent!"

"Good. I've got plenty of time."

With that, she hopped up off of the desk and began to massage my dick back to life. In no time at all, the sergeant was standing at full attention.

I stood up and gently pushed her backwards on to the desk. She sat down, then I gently laid her down. I got down on my knees and put her legs over my shoulders. I have GOT to say...at that moment, I was face to face with the most perfect, shaved pussy it has EVER been my honor to eat. I started slowly, just licking at her soft mound. Then I started to build momentum. I started licking harder and faster. When she started moaning, I pressed my tongue into her slit, grabbed her clitoris with it, and started sucking on it like a milk shake from a truck stop (for those of you who know what I mean). She started bucking, humping her hips up into my face. Then, with no warning at all, I stopped. She sighed at first, expecting me to continue shortly When I didn't, she started getting mad.

"Dammit! Finish what you started! I need to cum!! PLEASE!"

I just sat there for a few moments until she calmed down, before I started all over again. This time, however, the progression was MUCH faster. As she approached orgasm this time, I took her right to the edge and stopped again. Now she's just downright pissed.

"GOD DAMMIT, you BASTARD! FINISH..."

She started to cuss me, but just as she did, I stood up, took careful aim, and rammed my prick all the way into her up to my balls in one long, powerful stroke.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she screamed as she let go of her first orgasm for the night. "Oh GOD! YES! Fuck me! PLEASE fuck me", she begged.

I backed up so that only the extreme tip of my cock stayed in her. She wiggled her ass around, trying to find more cock. I rammed all the way into her once more before settling into a comfortable orgasm generating pace. Soon, she was matching me, stroke for stroke. Then she did something that no woman had EVER done to me before. She started flexing the walls of her pussy, milking my cock for its load of cum. Soon, I felt my balls swell up, and I knew that there was no way I could hold on much longer.

"I'm...(huff)...gonna cum! (puff)..OH GOD!"

"YES! Do it in me! Shoot your load in my pussy. Make it yours! Come on! Give it to me!"

Hearing her talking like that sent me right over the edge. I shot my load deep into her. It was so intense that my knees almost buckled. As I sent stream after stream of hot cum splashing into her pussy, she started her second orgasm. 

After we both took a few minutes to rest up, we got started again. Over the course of the following 6 hours, we made up for a couple of years working together. There are 200 cubicles in this building, and we did something lewd, disgusting and, most importantly, FUN in each and every one of them. Oddly enough, my boss never did say anything about the cum stains we left on his desk.

We still get together every now and then, although neither of us works for that company any more.



Anna



IT ALL started one hot summer day when my master was taking a leave of absence. I will be calling him my master from the start ‘coz he was my master even then. My employer, my superior, from whom I took orders.

At that time, to me sex and intercourse were vague ideas of wicked things some guy did to his girl; something nasty yet fascinating to my virgin mind. My quarter was quite separated from the main flat where my master lived but the sound girls made in his bedroom was clear enough to tease my imagination.

Right from the start, from the first moment I laid my eyes on him, I was quietly worshipping my master. He had dark hair and eyes, was silent most of the time and went about with an unspoken devil-may-care attitude.

As time went by, a sense of bizarre comfort seemed to develop between us and I would sometime catch a glimpse of him not fully dressed.

Lean, gorgeous body.

That was what I was thinking that day as I walked in on him lounging in the living room, wearing only a pair of shorts, looking sulky.

Now, although it had already passed as something for granted, still I usually slinked away and tried not to crow around whenever my master was half naked.

That day, though, he didn’t give me a chance. Didn’t give me a choice.

“Anna.”

“Yes, sir?” I had called him ‘sir’ from the first time and he never asked me to rephrase it.

He turned a frowning face around and motioned me to come. I hesitated and his frown turned deeper. He beckoned me with a sharp gesture of his hand and when I was within reach, he pulled me forward and sat me down next to him.

“Anna. You have always called me ‘sir.’ I take it you see me as your superior.” His head inclined slightly, “Am I correct?”

I’d never been any closer to him then I was then. I could hear him breathing, slow and steady, as my eyes fixed on his forearms. His beautiful, sculpted forearms.

“Yes, yes,” I hastily answered when he gave another little gesture of impatience.

“Your master?” His voice was still the same but something in it made me give an involuntary start and my eyes flew instinctively to meet his. He held my gaze steadily and waited. Somehow, I looked down and nodded, as if hypnotized. He caught my chin and made me look at him again.

“You will take my order?” it was more of a statement and, still in the unknown weakness, I nodded. “Do everything I say, any time I want?”

“Yes,” I spoke, almost inaudibly.

He made a curt nod, I imagined it meant something like ‘good,’ or ‘very well.’ Then he turned slightly away, leaning back to the couch. He was not exceptionally burly but he was strongly built. Beautiful muscles flexed easily as he moved.

“Sir...?”

He turned again and caught me into his arms, kissing me on the lips, hard. He sucked lustfully and as he weighed on me, I fell backward into the couch.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered between sucks. “Open your mouth, Anna.”

I did as told and he crushed me deeper, tounge shoving into my mouth. My hands were trapped between our bodies and, as he continued enjoying my mouth, my master took them and secured me by the wrists, pinning them high over my head.

It was my first kiss. I’d had kisses on the lips before, had opened my mouth for few guys but certainly not like this. While those other guys were merely tasting me, my master was making love into my mouth. His hard chest made my breast yielded underneath and as I grew weaker under his kiss, I felt his naked thigh pushing my legs apart.

He broke the kiss to feel my legs with his hand, his hips glued to mine; his throbbing erection pushing against me.

“Take off your clothes.”

He withdrew and sat back, watching me. “Lie back down,” he nodded when I’d shed everything. “Open your legs.”

I again did as told, spreading my thigh open, burning under the scrutinising look he gave to my pussy. The shame and embarrassment only made it more wet and my master locked his eyes there as he pushed off his shorts.

I gave a little gasp. Although I wouldn’t confess to know everything about sex then, I did know what to put where. And at that time, I thought, it can’t be! No way that... thing is going into me. It’s too darn big...!

But it’s what my master proceeded to do. He sank on his knees before me, between my open legs and lowered himself slowly, his huge cock pointing toward my sodden pussy. I closed my eyes when its monstrous head touched my entrance, lining up slowly to open.

He gave a push and it popped in. I felt my inside stretched a little and it continued to do so as my master leaned over me, pushing more inches inside.

“You’re a virgin.”

His voice came suddenly, cold and flat. I looked up, taut and breathless, not sure if I’d done something wrong. Over mine, his face was dark and set.

“You will bear for me a little pain, Anna?” again came a question in a flat tone; my master reached out and stroke my cheek. Quickly, I nodded my head. My pussy was quivering hard, hungry for his suspended cock to push all the way in.

My master gave another shove and although I could feel his cock moving a little, it eventually stuck. He withdrew and tried it again. I bit my lips and spreadt as wide as possible.

Finally he broke me and the pain was surprising. I never imagined it’d hurt that bad. I gave a cry and my master pushed further until he was all in. And then he waited, dead silent as I grimaced underneath, straining to bear the ache.

As surprising as it came, the sore rapidly vanished and my ragged breaths turned into heavy sighs of pleasure as I relished the feel of being stuffed up by my master’s huge cock. It throbbed urgently inside me as he started withdrawing, out and in and out... He locked his eyes with mine and kept my hands still over my head as he fucked me. Dazed, I shamelessly stared back, savouring every feature of his handsome face... especially the lips... the tight, wet lips... My master was pounding into me now, his big cock shoved into my tight cunt, barging in and out. The couch was wet under my ass, our juices made a splashing noise with each banging my master gave me.

Although he was then gave me a hard, rapid fuck, I soon found myself thrusting up to meet his shove. Something was swiftly building inside me, something intensified with every single movement my master and I did.

“Ooohhhh...” I held fast to whatever nearest, screwing my eyes tightly; recognising my pitieous, whimpering cry as the sound other girls had made inside my master’s bedroom.

Only now I knew for sure it wasn’t out of pain or fright.

I was then squeezing my master by the waist; my legs draping around it and clutching for dear life. Another wave of pleasure swept yet again as I felt a load pouring out of me, making a stark sloshing sound in rhyme with my master’s fucking.

I lied throbbing deliciously, couldn’t move an inch though I was aware still of him hammering me down the couch. I felt another rush coming and edged a little; he seized me immediately, groaning like a brute and shoved one last thrust.

He exploded into me, litres of hot cum spraying inside me. It felt so good, I squeezed for more and my master moaned heavily as I sucked his cock into me. Panting and sweating, he caught my mouth into his again, lingering as the naive me pumping innocently for more of his cum.

Finally, spent and out of breath, I stopped and felt him slumped on top of me. His tounge was still playing inside my mouth and he slurped me up slowly, leisurely.

“Come on.”

I looked up as he rose, for the life of me couldn’t think of anything else any of us could be doing after such an exhausting session. My master scooped me up off the couch and carried me down the corridor toward his bedroom.

I only got a vague idea of what his concept of slave was and as my master carried me away, I looked up in longing, wondering if I could touch his face and kiss that irresistible mouth of his.

He caught my eyes when he was lowering me into bed. “What d’you want?”

When I hesitated, he spoke again, “You may ask, although I will have all the saying here.”

“Please, sir, may I... may I kiss you?”

A flash crossed his eyes. “Yes, you may.”

I continued to stare and he said, “Go on.”

“Touch you?”

“Yes.”

I ran a tentative hand across his cheek, down the strong jaw, lower to caress his neck and then lifted up my head for his firm, wet mouth... My master remained silent the whole time, which might’ve discouraged me but I was too mesmerised by the fact that I could caress him the way I always wanted to care much about his reaction.

His lips tasted so good, I cupped his head stronger and sought fervently for his tounge. His breaths grew harsh but my master steeled himself, apparently wanting to see what I’d do next.

I withdrew, not sure myself and looked at him. My master sighed and fell back into bed.

“Get on top of me, Anna.”

I did as told. My master shifted a little and I found my ass banked on his once again erect cock. I gave an involuntary whimper and he grabbed my buttocks, lifting it up to plunge me down on him.

Another cry escaped me though it wasn’t for pain, since none was existant. I was surprised and anxious but soon, the cry turned into moans. His big, thick cock felt like a baseball bat sticking into me and I was drenched before I knew it. Keeping a tight grip on my ass, my master started pumping into me, thrusting upward into my furiously throbbing cunt.

It was nothing like what I felt before, which was of course not much. And nothing at all like anything I might’ve imagined. There he was, my handsome master, lying naked in his bed, moving as if nonchalantly while I, impaled and tortured, was rocked hard on top of him, moaning and begging him to fuck me harder.

“Beg me, plead me,” he murmured.

“Please, master, pleaseeeeeee...”

“What d’you want, Anna?” he whispered, still maintaining that rhythmic, slow pace as I flooded his cock with pre-cum. “You wanna cum, beautiful slave?”

I moaned harder, “Yesss... master, yes... please...”

“Ah, but before you kissed me just now I was going to talk,” he said. “You have to listen to some directives first.”

“Oh, ohh...” I cried shamelessly and managed, “Yes, master, yes.”

“OK., first, as you’re my slave now, everything I say goes,” he said, moving as if automathically beneath me while he pondered out. “Whenever I want it, you’re to strip for me, suck my cock, open your legs for me to fuck you, open your mouth for me to kiss you or to fuck your face. You understand that?”

“Yes – ”

“From now on, no more underwear, unless I specifically tell you to wear them.”

I nodded, breathless and barely able to speak.

“You’re to wear certain clothes I will instruct you to, display yourself any old time I want, any way I please.” He waited for my acknowledgement before proceeding. “In short, you will do exactly as I tell you, the moment I instruct you to. Clear?”

“Yes, master.”

“Now ride me, slave,” he ordered, lying still in waiting. I wasn’t sure but my greed for my master overcame me and I managed to do what he wanted. I rode my master and watched as his eyes glazed out of focus. His cock swelled incredibly and throbbed hard inside me. I moaned and moved even furiously.

“Stop. Stop, I said.”

Stunned, I did as told, quivering madly. “Master...?”

“Suck my cock now. Get off and suck me.”

I shivered out of disappointment, I was so near to climax but my master had denied me of it. But I got down and positioned myself between his legs. He sat up and took hold of my head.

“Open your mouth.”

I did and he lead me down to his bathed cock. I took in the head of it and he pushed me further down. I wanted to moan, to plead because I was scared but he stuffed me good with his meat and as all 9 inches of it forced its way inside, I felt gagged and started to squirm.

My master held me still and moaned as he’s stuck completely in.

“Suck me.”

I complied, cautiously first. It’s supposedly similar to sucking a lollipop but this wasn’t something on which you could plunge up and down easily. My master was too big for me to manoeuver around inside my mouth. Instead I slid my tounge around and suckled at that thick, hard flesh.

He gave a small moan and, holding my head, started pushing me up and down the length of his cock. His juice trickled anew down his rod and as I went up and down, my tounge flicked out hungrily for it.

“Hmmm...” my master then held me steady as he begun pumping up into my mouth. Slowly at first, before he breathed harsher and started fucking my face hard. I was helpless in his tight grip and was electrified with the sensation of his fat meat shoving into me as I lied naked between his legs.

Suddenly he flipped me over and with me lying on my back, my master straddled me and proceeded to fuck into my willing, open mouth. In the end, he clung to the headboard and simply pounded me into bed. His cum, hot and flooding, sprayed into me and I licked every drop I could get.

My master seemed to fall asleep afterward and I, exhausted, slumped down there for a while, thinking that as soon as I could move again, I would get up silently and went back to my room.

When I did, my master surprised me by grabbing my wrist and pulling me back into bed with ease. “Where’re you going?”

“Uh, my room, master.”

“Did I tell you to do that?”

“No, master,” I looked down, realising that I wasn’t supposed to do that. “I’m sorry, sir...”

“You’re to be punished then.”

I looked up with anxiety flooding in my eyes as he advanced almost menacingly. “Spread.” Too scared to decipher what he said, I just stared at him.

“Spread your legs.”

As soon as I caught it, I hastily complied, spreading both my thigh open for him. “Lie back, put your hands over your head.”

I did as told as my master fixed his dark eyes on my naked, used body. He then turned and went to the corner of the room, retrieving something I later saw as a polaroid.

“Stay still,” he told me, taking one picture from the foot of the bed. Then he came to my side, taking the picture of my exposed, high raised boobs. Pausing afterward, he put the camera down and without warning, closed his mouth on one of my nipples and nursed it, hard.

It instantly became erect, flushing with rush of blood underneath the milky skin as my master continued suckling, biting around the tip before pulling away again. He quickly took the camera back and flashed another exposure.

I was wetter than ever, due to my denied orgasm before and now this... but my master was punishing me now and I didn’t know if he would give me pleasure or just merely take his.

He was now between my legs, pushing my knees up and spreading me even wider. “Stay that way.” He clicked for a series of picture depicting my juicy cunt, rubbing it in between takes to make my pussy puff up even more.

Then I felt his tounge there and a low, deep moan escaped me as I instantly pushed my hip down toward his warm mouth, wanting for more. Alas, my master only licked a single stroke before he stood up again.

By that time, I was whimpering from craving. Later I would learn to be patient but then I was freshly fucked for the first time and I wanted his cock so bad, I was shameless and brash.

My master kneeled over me, one hand rubbing my tits while the other passingly teased my swollen pussy. I was writhing beneath him, my mouth pleaded silently. He caught it as if it was an offering, pleading, willingly open mouth. He sucked my tounge hard into his mouth, massaging it with his own. I moaned hard inside when his slid a finger into my hungry cunt.

I writhed and trashed under him, asking for more but my master let his digit stayed still while he tortured my boobs – seemingly compensating for his hand inside my pussy.

Then he started moving the finger, ever so slowly that I started screaming, begging for satisfaction. My master prolonged with inserting another finger, and then another, then another until he was fisting into me... I was gagged then but still his movement was excruciatingly s-l-o-w...

“Master, master, please... I beg you...”

My master ignored me and continued that slow torture of his. I didn’t know just how terrific an orgasm you could get from such treatment; when it seized me mightily, I thought my lower body was melting away, so long and satisfying the climax was...

When I came back to earth, his hand had already been replaced by his thick, hard cock, sliding forcefully into my flooding tunnel. A single cry escaped me but my master proceeded to pound into my cunt, screwing me into bed.

I felt another climax approaching fast while my master humped me, panting on top of me. I whimpered when he suddenly pulled away, roughly flipped me over and entered me from behind. Weakly kneeling under him, I stayed in position as he banged into me; driving his huge cock over and over into my slippery pussy. My master nuzzled up my neck, his big hands cupped my breast lustfully as he continued his relentless fucking.

My cum dripped and flowed down my thighs, I slumped down, wracked with pleasure just as my mastersprayed his load too, falling exhausted on my back.



Anna



She lay on her bed, exhausted. She’s been there for a while. Tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable spot. Her clothes have long ago been removed and tossed on the chair by the bed. Her blankets are wrapped around her forming a warm cocoon and still she cannot sleep. Her head is filled with erotic images and slowly her thoughts have created a dull throbbing between her legs. 

Frustrated, she pounds her pillow into renewed fluffiness and slams it into the mattress. Used to getting what she wants when she wants it she is irritated by the longing she feels in her sex. She reaches behind her and grabs one of several books hidden behind the mattress. She flips through the pages looking for a sex scene. Finding one, she holds the book with one hand and rubs her clit with the other. 

Jasmine lay on the bed, her long blond hair spilling over the pillows. Her head thrashes back and forth as Ariel gently licks the folds between her legs. Down her crack and back up to her throbbing nub, never resting in one place. Jasmine reaches up and grabs her large breasts in her hands. She rubs her thumbs lightly over her taut nipples, squeezing gently. Ariel’s long fingers are working their way into her wet pussy. Jasmine arches her back and pushes up trying to get more of the digits into her, but Ariel pulls back, teasing. 

Slowly she rubs her wet fingers over Jasmine’s clit, pinching the flesh softly between her thumb and forefinger. When Jasmine is once again laying flat on the mattress she again inserts the tips of her fingers into her pussy. Ever so slowly she pushes them in until two are up as far as they can go. Jasmine rotates her hips and pushes against the fingers. “Please Ariel. Lick my clit some more. I want more.” 

Bored, but still fingering her own wet pussy, Anna throws the book down and reaches for another. Hopefully this one is a little less tame. Again she flips through the pages until she finds a scene that looks entertaining. 

Shaunna’s hair is dripping with sweat and her knees getting slowly bruised from kneeling for so long. Her juices run down her legs, tickling her thighs. Trembling with longing she looks under her lashes at the couple in front of her. Careful not to let them see her looking she gazes hungrily at them. Looks covetously at her Mistress’ breasts as they bobble back and forth while her Master fucks her.

Their moaning incites her further and she sways on her knees as her ravenous body is filled with tremors. Her arms ache from being tied behind her back and she longs to be untied. More than she wants to be untied, she wants to be doing what they are doing. In any position. She just wants a hard cock inside her pussy, pounding away into her. Lost in her thoughts and personal torments, Shaunna shakes her curly auburn hair out of her face so that she can see them better. 

As she looks at them longer, she forgets to be meek and her gaze becomes bolder. Her eyes devour them hotly. She wants to hate them for leaving her like this. Alone. Her body filled with yearning. But she knows she can’t. Could never. They’ve taught her so well. Punished her so well. She closes her eyes and remembers her earlier punishment. Her Mistress watching while her Master spanked her over his knee. Mistress allowing Shaunna to lick her pussy as Master spanked her reddening cheeks. Masters cock came to life against her stomach and she could feel it hardening and throbbing as he continued endlessly smacking his open palm on her ass. Mistress was just beginning to writhe and moan when Master stopped the punishment and cruelly pushed Shaunna off his lap and onto the floor. 

When she hit the floor she made a small sound and that was how she ended up here. Bound and gagged. Wildly she wishes that she were blindfolded too. Watching them ravish each other is an entirely different kind of torment. Master’s thrusts are getting faster and any hope that Shaunna had that he would forgive her and fuck her next is ruined when he gives a final thrust and shudders to a stop. 

Anna’s mind is with the slave and her hand rubs vigorously on her swollen clit. Knowing it won’t be enough she puts down the book and gets a long double ended dildo out of the drawer beside her bed. She puts one end near her mouth. Pretending it’s the real thing, she licks the tip and slowly brings as much as she can inside until it touches the back of her throat. Swirling her tongue around it, she moves it in and out of her mouth. When it is thoroughly wet, she moves it down to her needy cunt. One hand still rubbing her swollen clit, the other rubs the dildo back and forth against her wet opening. 

Her head pushes further into the pillow and her mind conjures enticing images. Pictures of raging hard cocks flash behind her closed eyes. Her fingers work her clit feverishly as she pushes the dildo slowly into her pussy. Her hips raise to meet it and soon it is embedded deeply inside. 

Her thoughts take her to yesterday when her own Master’s hard cock first entered her. She was standing, leaning over the back of the sofa. His hands held her hips while his dick slammed into her. Her breasts swayed with every movement, her nipples rubbing the rough cushions. Her arms alternating between trying to hold her up and dangling forgotten beside her head. 

Her body jerked back and forth with his every movement. Moaning was coming from behind her closed mouth, noises made deep in her throat. Her toes barely touch the floor and she uses them to push herself back to meet his cock. He slows and pushes deeper inside her until, almost completely enveloped, he touches the wall inside her. Pushing harder, he pulls her legs up and plunges into her the rest of the way. Her body jerks and she cries out. Instantly he removes himself from her and grabs a handful of hair. Using it, he pulls her to her feet. 

Angrily, he growls at her, “I did not say you could speak!” “Master, please. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” “Well, you can certainly help it now, and yet you are still speaking.” Realizing her folly she looks at him in astonishment. He’s right. Dammitt. How does her get her to disobey. She tries so hard and then she just forgets. And God, she just wants his cock back in her.

Still using her hair to control, he pushes her to her knees. Standing in front of her he thrusts his hard, cock into her mouth. It tastes of herself. She sucks vigorously, hoping to be forgiven quickly and fucked some more. His cock moves back and forth in her mouth. He uses his hips to control the timing. He won’t even let her have that much control. She opens her mouth and throat for him, letting him use it all. Please God, let him take me again soon is all she can think. Over and over he thrusts into her mouth. 

Too late Anna remembers how that ended yesterday. With her on her knees swallowing mouthfuls of hot cum. Her body unfulfilled. Being punished for her continued disobedience. She moves the dildo around inside her some more, her other hand cupping her mound. Frustrated, she shoves it in harder and uses her palm to rub her clit. It’s not enough, but she doesn’t know how she could get more. 

Her body is straining, looking for release. Images flash across her closed lids. Her nipples being squeezed until sharp tingles run through her body. Nipples being twisted and pulled. Her Master’s hand coming down with a resounding smack on her tight ass. 

Being tied with her hands over her head, body dangling from the open beamed ceiling. Her toes try to catch the ground and support her, taking some pressure off her arms. She has barely regained her balance when another smack quickly jerks her body. Her feet again come out from under her as He slaps her with the flat wooden paddle. Sobbing, tears streaming down her face, she begs to be released. When she again regains her balance, she hears the swoop of the paddle before it comes down on her cheek again. Her entire body jerks in pain. 

Dangling helplessly, her cries fall on unsympathetic ears. She knows she will be spanked until her ass glows bright red, but always she forgets how long it takes. Each smack striking at a different spot, He can make it last forever. Sometimes He spanks over and over in the same spot, but not today. Today He is having too much fun watching her struggle. 

She has no time to gain her footing when the paddle comes down again. Her ass feels like it is sticking out farther than it should. More aware of it than usual, it feels swollen beyond anything. She loses count of the times she is paddled and then loses her footing entirely, too tired anymore to try to balance on her toes. She sways at the end of the rope and barely notices when He unties her. 

He catches her before she can fall to a heap on the ground and carries her to the leather covered ottoman in the middle of the room. Laying her face down across it, He kneels behind her and gently rubs her rosy ass cheeks. He spreads her legs and enters her wet pussy from behind. Moaning she grinds back into Him, pushing to take as much as possible inside. 

He fucks her vigorously, holding her hips and plunging His hard cock repeatedly into her cunt. Hands on her warm ass, He pulls out and rubs His hard cock up her crack. His thumbs spread her cheeks and he spits a glob of warm saliva into her back hole. He guides his cock to the entrance and pushes slowly into her. Once past the outer muscle, He plunges deeply into her ass and she lets out a long, low moan. 

Moved into action by her thoughts, Anna takes the dildo out of her and pushes the wet end to her own ass hole. The other end of the dildo, she shoves into her pussy. Carefully she pushes the wet end slowly into her ass. Holding it with one hand she uses the other to once again rub her clit. Muscles straining, she rubs her fingers back and forth. The walls of her pussy are throbbing and knowing she is close to completion, she shoves the dildo in as far as it can go both ways. 

Her entire body tense and all her muscles straining, she rubs her clit vigorously. Her other hand pulls the dildo in and out, plunging it into her. Harder and harder she pushes and rubs. Her entire body rigid, she screams out as her cunt squeezes the dildo, jerking convulsively as waves of orgasmic pleasure engulf her. She lays quietly while the throbbing ebbs and exhausted finally falls into a long deep sleep.



Anna, A Perfect Match



Chapter One

Anna looked into the mirror and gave herself a nod of approval: the dark Porsche glasses nicely finished her disguise job.

Normally, Anna didn't mind some attention, or even bucket loads of attention. In fact, she couldn't live without it for extended periods of time. But sometimes, discretion was in place. Today was one of those "undercover" days. Few realised how good she actually was in going undercover, since it usually didn't make it onto the cover of tabloids!

To begin with, she had gathered up her hair in a surprisingly compact tuft. Who would suspect her famous long golden tresses hidden in there! Then there was the LA-Lakers T-shirt. She had never worn it before, and it would blend her perfectly into the crowd. With no bra underneath it, her firm tits could do well without, at least when she wasn't bouncing around a court. With the minuscule shorts, she accentuated her nicely rounded ass, but she tied a sweater around her waist to cover that delicious asset for the time being. Panties weren't needed today. Anna loved the special feeling of a free-breathing pussy anyway. It helped her to get in the right mood, especially having people around who had NO IDEA about the nudity underneath her thin layer of clothes. And what about the shapely legs? Oh well, you can't have everything! This hot summer day would quickly become a torture if she had to hide THOSE also.

After a last once-over, Anna left her room. She checked out at the desk, smiling at the receptionist when he failed to recognize her under the false name. It was only after stepping into the non-descript rental car that she felt completely at ease, though. It was just very hard for her to avoid being watched, whether deliberately downgraded from goddess to anonymous chick, or not.

After all, that's why she had chosen the grey Buick; any help to tone down her splendid brilliance was more than welcome.

With the printed road planner directions spread out on the passenger seat, she set off to cruise the LA highways. At the top of the first printed page, it read:

DESTINATION: LAKERS HEALTH SOUTH TRAINING FACILITY

As she left the parking lot, Anna's thoughts drifted to memories about the last few months.

This adventure had started way back, when Anna went to watch the LA Lakers in the NBA finals last year. Enrique had been able to fix some tickets for exorbitantly expensive seats, about as close as possible to the field. He saw it as a great investment in public visibility. It was still hot between them back then, she remembered. But thinking back, it also struck her that it could actually have been that very same day that things began to go downhill. The smile on her face only fainted momentarily. Anna had found out more than enough reasons in the mean time to realize that their current, temporary break-up wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Anyway, as they were watching the match, after about ten minutes our Russian beauty had experienced a "revelation." Not a religious one, but an *erotic* revelation. The man who joined the game at that moment had literally made her jaw drop and made her feel strange in her belly. Most of the players were big and powerful, but THIS guy was in a class of his own. He awakened feelings in Anna that she had never expected to be there. Feelings that even shocked her to some degree. His colossal appearance, one big black shiny block of muscles, reminded her of... It reminded her of something she barely dared to think of, and it wasn't human for sure!!

The next hour or so, Anna concentrated on his muscles in motion. The cables that were running over his arms and legs. His powerful charges with which he blew away any opponent, sometimes three in one go! It was an awesome display of force and power. A man who made a girl feel SAFE. Not some wimpy Latino Casanova-wannabe!!

From time to time, he would return to the bench, sitting just a few feet from her. He seemingly covered almost her entire field of vision with his impressive bull-neck.

Anna didn't remember who won the game that night. But in her mind, there was no doubt! 

Obtrusive honking of a car-horn forced Anna back into the present. Annoyed, she looked at the car in the lane next to her.

"Olé chica! Oleeeeey! Aye caramba, want to join our little party?"

A bunch of Latino machos, all but the driver hanging half out of the car windows, were cheering and whistling at her. They were clearly piss drunk as hell. She had concealed her identity, but certainly not her divine looks! She still looked as nubile as they come. And it worked like syrup works for all kinds of flying vermin...

That's how things always went when she ended up in yet another traffic jam. The LA roads were no different from Florida in that respect. At least, at home she had the Porsche. But the powerhouse in the back that she so often used to get rid of morons like these wasn't of any use in a traffic jam anyway. 

"You lookin' lonely, senorita. Why not come with us? You like! Tequila, tequila!"

What a bunch of retarded morons! Almost as she decided to go into "total ignore" mode, she realized she had to take the first upcoming exit. Immediately, Anna's mischievous side took the upper hand and came up with a naughty plan.

"Caramba, baby! Your gringo is one lucky bastardo! Hahaha."

Some temperaments were seriously overheating. Time to blow their fuses!

After checking that the exit was completely free, Anna made sure to remain side by side with the car of the annoying gang. Instead of acting like they didn't exist, she played the card of provocation; the guys burst out in ever louder cheering when she turned towards them and suggestively licked her lips.

"Hmmmm..."

"MADRE DIOS. Come play with us, senorita!"

Then, at the very last moment, Anna not only lifted her shirt up, but immediately afterwards also took off her glasses, and winked!

It was comical how the tough bunch silenced completely in utter astonishment.

Anna stuck out her tongue as the final number of her little show and yanked her steering wheel to the right. With full throttle, she left the highway behind. In the rear-view mirror, she could see how one of the guys landed with his face flat on the blacktop. 

"WHAHAHAHAHA..."

She couldn't help bursting out in laughter, barely able to breathe! It was good for the poor guy that they were almost standing still when he lost balance, hanging out of the window.

When her belly finally calmed down, she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Damn that was fun. That was REALLY fun."

Even if the rest didn't work out as planned, she would still have enjoyed her share of thrills today.

"Yup Murzik baby, you still have a naughty side!" she spoke to herself. "Maybe you should do this more often."

If it wouldn't have been so awkward, she would have loved to even flash them her pussy. Now THAT would have been something. As for the risk of it getting public, it was so surrealistic that nobody would believe them anyway.

Anna knew all too well that she was one hot little number, and she had always enjoyed a tease. She loved to tan topless in the backyard when her cousin Iwan was on visit. To watch him drool all over her each time was a delight. One could swear the bulge in his swimming pants got bigger with every next family visit! One day, she would put him out of his misery, she pondered. But first he had to simmer a little longer in his own boy-cum. He was still a bit too young, but once he would reach the age of some of the ball boys she had seduced, it would be rather unfair to not grant a family member the same as them, wouldn't it? (*note: read the author's first Anna story to learn more)

Back to the Lakers...

After that exciting evening in LA, she had found out that she wasn't the only female with secret fantasies about this awesome hunk. For example, the ladies on the exhibition tour she was playing, because of her injury, turned out to be surprisingly well informed about him; many a giggle was exchanged in the dressing rooms while they talked about his 7"1 and 340 lbs. About his big, skilful hands and fingers, and his athletic abilities. All properties that made these girls nervously chuckle with a glimmer of desire in their eyes. Assumptions about "certain" body parts got the biggest share of discussion, though. Picture those scenes as a bunch of fisherwomen boasting about the size of their biggest catches... 

Every girl wanted Shaquille O'Neal, the imposing center of the LA Lakers. 

And Shaq wanted every girl. It was the perfect symbiosis. Free market economy at its best.

But none of the other players had any real ambition to go beyond just dreams and fantasies. That's where Anna was different. Anna was ambitious in everything. And Anna usually got what she wanted: either through money, with a smile, or just with her looks and a "if you help me with this, you might make a chance" attitude. The Russian had also the benefit that at her level, her sport had taught her to work meticulously towards a goal.

Indeed, her determination often stunned people who only knew her superficially. It was a determination that had its roots in more than just one breeding ground. One could point to how her parents raised her, and undoubtedly also to some genetic influence. It was not John Doe who had the guts to move from Moscow to Florida. Parents Alla and Sergey had shown great courage and persistence to endure the horrific bureaucracy. It was both an example for their daughter, and a proof of predestination.

Once the dollars of prize money and, foremost, endorsements and photo-shootings started to flood in, yet another factor became involved. All the success and idolization threatened to turn the young Anna into a spoiled brat. When you're used to getting everything, everyone and everywhere by merely issuing a command, venting a wish or faking a smile, a "no" becomes hard to swallow.

Although Anna was already a few years beyond this almost inevitable phase in the life of a young celebrity, she still suffered from some leftover conditioned behavior. She tried hard and honestly to not lose her temper when things didn't go her way. But the nagging feelings of frustration deep inside, she couldn't eliminate completely yet. She was determined to get exactly what she wanted, no less!

Not that she was often in such a position. Her natural charm and beauty were spearheaded by a cute smile that made men, bar none, melt on the spot. Not only figuratively, but sometimes also literally, since some seemed to actually PRODUCE a spot in her presence. As a result, she was treated like a princess, and words like "no", "difficult" and "impossible" were almost extinct in Anna Kournikova-land.

Nearly the same had happened to the word "wish."

Anna still used it, but somehow it had become an empty word for her. Whereas ordinary people reserved the term for really special occasions or desires (and had an abundance of unfulfilled ones), the Russian had a hard time to still come up with one. Whenever she saw a falling star, she just gave up trying after a few minutes!

It had dawned on her only a few months ago. One day, she was surfing the Net when she stumbled upon a list of things people absolutely loved to experience, at least once in their lives. #1 on the list was, by quite some margin, "swimming among dolphins." An eerie feeling struck her when reading this. It was precisely what she had done a few years ago already, at the age of 17, in the Melbourne Zoo. Yet another sponsor gift during a Grand Slam. Could this be any more symbolic?

She had also flown a MIG jet airplane. She had petted a tiger. She had met the President of the United States in person. She had worked with the best photographers in the world in the most exotic locations. She had worn creations of the top couturiers. She had driven an Indy car and even a bob sledge. The list went on and on...

Had she ALREADY consumed the icing on the cake of life?

There had been plenty of examples of other people, in such a position, who had reverted to drugs or even suicide in extreme cases. Strange things can happen in the heads of people who thought they had seen it all.

And indeed, the months that followed hadn't been the happiest in Anna's young life. Those few targets she had still set, like winning a tournament for once, seemed elusive now that she was hit by injuries and the evolution in women's tennis. Objectively speaking, there was still hope. But since she had attached herself to 'Latin Lover' Enrique Iglesias, it had become harder to focus on her game. She had unconsciously scrapped a tournament victory from her list of remaining wishes. Instead, she now focused on... Yes, on what? Nobody, including Anna herself, seemed to have a clue sometimes. But in the new biotope Enrique dragged her into, this seemed the norm. Spicing up celebrity parties and 'being noticed' in general, raised your status in those circles.

Indeed, she seemed to focus on her fame instead of her game.

For a while she had joined her new flame in that artificial rollercoaster, but it was hardly satisfying in the long term. It only made her mind go number and number, her joy in life becoming smaller and smaller. Smiles were still there, but only in front of the camera and after considerable effort.

But then, there was that night at the Lakers...

For the first time in a long period, Anna had felt her heartbeat speed up. Her hand palms became sweaty. A blush of excitement appeared on her puffy cheeks... and between her legs it got rather soppy!

That's when she realized, in a flash, that the Internet poll had only covered the 'politically correct' desires. There was ANOTHER list, in the back of the heads of people. She knew all too well she figured on many of those lists herself. And the top entry on her personal secret wish list was parading in front of her, on the field.

What she also realized was that this wish was not a matter of simply asking or demanding from her staff. This had to be WORKED for. This needed a PLAN. FOCUS. A new challenge to put her teeth into. JUST what she needed.

Chapter Two

Anna stopped for traffic lights and tried to concentrate on the directions. That's harder than you think when you're horny! On days like this, when she had her mind set on sex, almost anything seemed to trigger her. Recalling memories about Shaq, her little adventure with the Latino gang, combined with the stimulating feeling of her bare pussy against the fabric of her shorts had all accumulated and started to improve the blood circulation around certain private areas. And Anna felt her blood was not the only body juice that was streaming well.

This girl was glowing in anticipation! Even on a cold winter's day she would have been sweating.

The fact that one of those Latinos on the freeway had, from a distance, actually resembled Enrique a bit (or was it her sexed-up mind playing tricks?) didn't help. Yeah, they had decided to give each other a little freedom. But she had fallen for his looks in the first place and still had a soft spot for his type. Taste, even BAD taste, doesn't change overnight!

Her crush on her newfound Black Stallion was of a different order still; while she could at least IMAGINE Enrique as the father of her offspring, her new obsession was merely the work of the Selfish Horny Gene inside her.

Soon after her desire had started materializing, she had worked out her strategy and undertaken the first steps. That was after discarding her initial idea to infiltrate the "Lakers Girls," the traditional cheerleader club of the Lakers. She realized she was too famous to make THAT plan work. And besides, she probably would be fucked by all the other players, too, in that case. She wouldn't really mind with most of them, but still...

But it was via those Lakers Girls that Anna got the bulk of the information that she was going to need. Naturally, she started attending as many Lakers' games as possible, and took every opportunity to socialize with the unofficial players' harem. They turned out to be quite nice girls, really. They couldn't quote Shakespeare or name two South American countries, let alone dance, but they were great at smiling artificially and giving head! They also sucked at saying "NO." Careful interrogations showed Anna that every single one of them had joined the Girls via the same procedure. Now all she had to do was to follow the same recipe...

And it looked like she was a perfect ingredient.

Step one consisted of showing up to cheer the players' cars after a training or match, in scanty textile. Usually, there would be a large group of semi-naked girls crowding around the exit of the Lakers' training centre parking lot. The parade of limos, Rolls, SUVs and Italian sports cars would then drive by at a snail's pace and invite chicks by stopping at their height. One simply had to look plain gorgeous and/or sluttish enough to be noticed.

That part couldn't go wrong in her eyes.

Step two? Step two took place in the backseat and was for most not only a means, but also the eventual goal. Naturally, Anna was no different in that respect, and again had no doubts about the positive outcome. She just had to make sure that only the front car would stop, since this was the Shaqmobile, of the man who had naturally imposed himself to draft his fuck toys first in line.

"SHIT. Why are these damn printouts always so confusing!"

Anna had pulled the car to the side of the road and was trying to locate landmarks on her map... in vain! Normally she was driven wherever she went and didn't have to figure out directions on her own. And it looked like she didn't have much talent for it, either. Or maybe it was just the usual female lack of orientation in our complex 3-D universe. The 2-D map proved challenging enough already, as illustrated by her frustrated sighs.

The sound of ticking against the windshield made her look up.

"Having problems, miss?"

A police officer was peeking inside, through the open window, and probably also into her loose shirt. That was just a guess though, because of the dark glasses he was wearing.

"You know you can't park here, darling."

Anna loved his condescending tone. NOOOOT!

"Oh, hi officer. I'm sorry but I..."

"WAIT! DON'T say anything. Give me your lovely hand, if you don't mind, miss, please?"

"But... what?"

"No worries. Chief McNamara just wants to read your hand. A little hobby of mine."

"Eh, sure... Why not, eh?" [What a moron!]

Chief McNamara pulled Anna's hand through the window and started "reading," with far more stealthy desire than Anna found decent for a law enforcer. He looked more like a hand-fetishist to her, the way he was gently stroking the back of her hand and her palm.

"Miss..?"

"Gradenko."

"Right... Miss Gradenko has no secrets for me. Your lines tell me that you're here to become a Lakers Girl. Am I right or not?"

Anna looked stunned, and didn't need to answer.

"And she is lost. She needs to turn around and go left at the previous crossing if she wants to find the training center."

"How..?"

"Have a good day, miss. The lines look promising; just make sure to always cover your back!"

He turned around before Anna would notice the fun he was having. Little did she know that he brought this act here just about every Wednesday. Each and every week he had to drive out to pick up stranded blondes (not that anybody FORCED him to), like kids that had gotten lost at the beach. And bring them to the Lakers Gods when they descended from their Olympus.

But he wasn't jealous. Every once in a while, he could get a piece of the pie. The Lakers not only brought a lot of money to the city, but also a lot of sex.

Anna drove off, still wondering about the hows and why's, but soon found the right route now. Only minutes later, she mixed with an army of other girls who were going into battle.




Anna, A Perfect Match



As the parade of player-cars approached, the road was lined with a seething tapestry of bright bikini colors, and skin tones from the palest pink to the deepest black. An ear-deafening wave of cheers built up the closer they came, as collective hysteria took hold of the crowd. Girls seemed to lose their minds, some even (intentionally?) their bikini-tops as the first cars drove by, slowing down to better inspect the assorted meats. The sound and excitement were soon becoming almost unbearable, and started to pull more and more girls into downright delirium.

Anna stood out, as she remained calm and composed. She was tried and tested against several kinds of hysteria, mostly involving hordes of teenage boys. It all passed above her head, and she felt superior to the chaotic armada of bimbos and cheap amateur whores around her. She had everything to be a true beacon of class and natural beauty in a turbulent sea of future also-rans.

This was going to be easier than she could have hoped!

Although it may have looked like a formality, tennis had taught Anna to take no chances. Among chickens, a peacock doesn't need to unfold its tail, but nevertheless he does it anyway! Likewise, she released her long blonde tresses to reveal an awesome golden waterfall, dropped the sweater to better display her tight ass and fit upper legs, and put on her famous bright smile.

With all weapons on edge, nothing could go wrong.

Thus, Anna was only *slightly* worried when the lead car stopped the first time well ahead of her area. She knew it was her target's car. A big black modified van, the license plate started with "SHAQ". The windows were blinded, but she imagined him with his nose pressed against them on the inside, licking his lips while checking out the goods on display.

Surely he had good taste and an eye for quality? There was no reason to panic, Anna told herself.

Nevertheless, she became a little restless next, as a window was pulled down and a pair of ultra-sluttish, large-breasted black bimbos went totally crazy. Apparently, His Greatness was signaling THEM to join him inside!

Anna couldn't believe her eyes when the driver stepped out, with the engine still running, walked around the car and let the hysterical pair into the back. Their exciting screams filtered out of the cacophony as soon as the door closed behind them.

The van quickly picked up speed again and whizzed by... past a dumbfounded and speechless Anna!

Immediately, the Russian could feel the usual frustration build up inside. It looked like she wasn't going to get what she wanted, and this could mean only ONE thing: she was going to SCREAM it out!!

"YOU STUUUUUPID BASTARD!!!"

Anna's head looked like a red beet. It was an outbreak of helpless anger, devoid of any hope. She had traveled all that far, for NOTHING. What a nightmare this day was turning into! What a pitiful life she had! And those NBA stars were all just primitive cavemen!

But about 30 yards further, the van suddenly came to a halt in a cloud of burning rubber, the screeching of brakes ripping through the air. Still in a state of shock, Anna witnessed how the door on the other side was opened and the busty couple was thrown out, protesting loudly. A second later, the driver put the car in reverse and delivered it right in front of our girl.

Once more, the heavy door swung open. This time there was no hysteria and no confusion; as soon as the two babes had entered Shaq's van, the crowd had concentrated on the next in line, leaving Anna alone at her spot.

Had Shark Shaq bitten the bait after all?

As the door opened, the loud tones of a typical second-rate rap song joined the chugging exhaust and the roaring engine. Then everything got silent. For a second or two, Anna stared into the empty blackness. Then she cut the knot and jumped inside, engulfed in total darkness as the door closed behind her.

Chapter Three

Gradually, her eyes started adjusting to the lack of bright daylight. First, two shiny white rows of teeth, the symmetry broken by a single gold one, materialized. Then she picked up a variety of flashy gold plated necklaces and rings. Finally, the gaps were filled in by an enormous silhouette.

It spoke...

"Welcome to the Shaqmobile, young lady!"

The welcoming speech, short and to the point, was followed by a CLICK. Suddenly the interior bathed in atmospheric pinkish light, revealing the identity of the jewelry shop next to her. It was, indeed, the one and only Shaquille O'Neal himself, who saw his grin reflected in his young pickup's dark glasses.

Anna let her eyes wander around; the interior of the back of the van seemed completely adjusted to its owner's scale and decadence. On the backside was a luxury brown leather seat over the entire width. Then, facing it, there was another single seat on the driver's side. The leather was hemmed up with gaudy purple material, stitched to it with gold wire. Behind the passenger seat, a fridge and bar were installed while the gap in the middle contained a flat screen with apparently a computer connected to it (at least there was a mini-keyboard visible).

Shaq himself was sitting on the skin of some close-to-extinction feline. Apart from the jewelry, he was stripped to the waist, wearing only a reversed baseball cap and boxer shorts. Both were in the well-known Lakers colors. With his albatross-arms stretched out on top of the back seat, his torso seemed to fill the interior completely. That's what they call 'wall-to-wall'!

Anna tried to catch her breath, her mouth half-open. The strong impression Shaq made on her right now, from this close, surprised even her. She should have realized that something that looks so big, even from a distance, turns out to be intimidatingly giant when you get anywhere up close.

Startled, she was looking for words to break the silence.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce yourself to Shaq and his buddy Wilson? Sweetie, meet Wilson, my personal driver. Wilson, this is...?"

Only now that the basketball legend pointed at him, Anna noticed the driver peeking between the two front seats.

"Hello, miss!"

Somehow, the idea of having the company of a third person, seemed to comfort the otherwise so extrovert girl and loosen up her tongue.

"Anna, my name is Anna. Glad to meet you, Wilson."

She did her best effort to hide her disdain with a smile. The big guy who's warm and sticky hand she was shaking, reminded her of one of those cliché fat rappers. The type that hired lingerie models for their videos, in the hope to turn the shootings into filthy orgies.

Wilson was BIG indeed. For most, it was difficult to believe that he and Shaq once formed a reputable basket-duo as youngsters in the slums. Drafting them for the neighborhood championships was an assurance against defeat. Shaq had gone on to become an NBA legend, but Wilson had apparently lacked the talent and character. Or maybe it was that every time his mate got a vertical adolescent growth spurt, Wilson seemed to get a horizontal one.

It hadn't managed to drive them apart though. After all those years, they still got along with each other as if nothing had happened since their childhood. They were hand in glove. Shaq had no problem sharing some of his success with his buddy, who he had adopted as his driver/personal security guard. While Wilson only allowed the Chosen Chicks to approach Shaq, Shaq did him favors back. His $65 million-contract with Reebok, for example, contained a special clause. And so it happened that Wilson appeared in his very own donut commercial.

"Enough formality. What can Shaq do for this lovely lady?"

The silhouette turned towards Anna and landed a big warm paw on her left knee. Humming the tune of "Crazy in Love", he drummed along with his fingers and slowly crawled up Anna's thigh. His eyes lustfully focused on the area where her soft skin tunneled into the loose shorts.

"HOLD IT, BIG BOY!"

Shaq froze, clearly surprised.

"Are you afraid to look me in the eyes, or what?"

Anna pointed at the dark glasses she was still wearing. Shaq laughed, a bit relieved. For a second there, he thought it was again one of those annoyingly late "NO"-girls. There should be a federal law against that kind of cruel teasing! As a girl, you knew what to expect when you boarded the Shaqmobile.

"Of course not! You're right; it's no style to keep those enchanting eyes hidden. Let me help you."

His hand left Anna's thigh (already she longed after the return of his warm touch) and lifted the glasses from her face... only to drop them instantly on the floor!

"By the God Almighty Wilt Chamberlain!"

Wilson joined his boss in his surprise. The girl with the sheepish grin on her face was now finally recognized by both as the world-famous tennis babe.

"To be more precise: Kournikova, Anna Kournikova. But friends call me 'Murzik'."

She enjoyed the amazement she caused in the two men. Anna craved little ego-boosts like these. Even more so because Shaq was probably a lot harder to amaze than ordinary guys.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" Now she also gave him a taste of his own medicine...

Surprisingly, it was Wilson who recovered first.

"Gee... Welcome, Miss Kournikova. Something in the back of my mind had already recognized you. I've heard a lot about you, and I am even a bit of a fan! Welcome aboard our little driving sanctuary."

"Euh, yeah! Pleased to meet you," Shaq now also contributed.

"Glad to hear that I'm welcome." (It would have been earth-shattering for Anna to find out that she was NOT welcome somewhere!)

"Certainly, certainly! Wow, you can say that it's a bit of a surprise. Why not just pay me and the mates a visit in the dressing rooms after a match? I mean, I've noticed you in the stands quite often lately. We don't BITE, you know. And just about everyone in the team is a fan."

"Ah, you know all too well how it would go in that case. The media would be all over it. We wouldn't be able to do the things we want to do, or talk about what we really want to talk about, would we? It's much better like this, incognito, in the privacy of your own van."

A strange atmosphere settled itself now. Shaq was acting rather reserved and stiff, not sure how to behave himself. Each word he spoke gave away a growing disinterest and apathy. Not only didn't he associate this place with normal conversations, he was also puzzled about the Russian's intentions. In any case, he didn't expect much exciting to happen, so his libido was put to sleep, at least temporarily.

As for Anna, she found out reality can be slightly more complex than the simple scenarios developing themselves in a horny girl's brain. Her numerous nightly fantasies, hands between legs, had never contained a Wilson. They DID contain a horny and "energetic" Shaq, not a lethargic bear in hibernation.

While chatting, she was trying to figure out how to elegantly bridge this gap between fantasy and reality. And how to write the Fat Pig out of the scenario, as he ruined her appetite!!

"So, doesn't it sometimes get too much, all this over-the-top behavior of your fans?" Anna nodded in the general direction of the hysterical mass.

"I know *I* sometimes feel like having a break."

"Oh, of course it can be annoying at times. But they are my fans, so I try my best to always treat them with respect. I'm sure you try too?"

"Yeah, I know the struggle. Especially the ball boys can be quite pushy at times. You wouldn't *believe* some of the silliness I've experienced with them. Sometimes they expect more than a signature, if you know what I mean."

She gave Shaq a naughty wink.

Whatever she was going to come up with, it was important to keep him at least lukewarm, so he would be easy to get up to working temperature. She had to keep the conversation going, and try to throw out some bait in the process.

"Oh yeah, fans can be really obtrusive at times, you don't have to tell me! 

"Say, I was wondering what went wrong with the two ladies you let out?"

"Oh... they... didn't go in the same direction as we in the end."

"Were they trying something? Did they bother you?"

"How do you mean? No, no... They expected a lift to the city, but we were heading straight to Shaq's Palace, outside town."

"Ah good... You know, when I saw you sitting there without a T-shirt, the first idea I had was that they were hunting memorabilia with a bit too much enthusiasm," she grinned. "You know I once had a fan pull down my mini-skirt, while I was entering a practice-court through a thick row of spectators. That was a bit of a scare, I can tell you. And quite embarrassing how I was standing there in my panties."

"I'd kill if anyone did that to me!" Shaq chuckled. He looked like he was loosening up a bit already. Anna's female intuition told her Shaq had already effectively pulled down her panties in thoughts.

"He he, I guess it depends when it happens, and who does it."

"Hmmm??"

"With a bit of bad luck, I would have lost my panties as well! Since that day, I've doubled my bodyguard staff. A body like mine needs to be guarded well, it seems. I'm sure, with a Hercules-frame like yours, you can take care of yourself?"

Anna made sure to inject an unmistakable tone of desire into that last comment. At the same time, her eyes were practically eating "Hercules" alive. For the moment, she kept her hands to herself though.

"Hahaha! Thanks for the compliment. I guess you can say that. But when there are as many as on days like this, they could overpower even Shaq. No, the only time when I have trouble handling fans is when they ask for money."

"How's that?"

"Well, last week for example I had this kid asking me to pay the kidney-transplant of his brother. They just know I can't say 'NO'. Good that I signed that $65 million contract last year!"

"You WHAT???"

Shaq repeated, with an intonation as if he was talking about the weather: "Like I said, I signed a $65 million dollar contract with Reebok last year. Or was it 67? Can't remember."

Immediately, Anna fell out of her role; the careful teasing, the suggestion... it was wiped out of her brain by genuine shock and indignation.

She had always been proud about being one of the best-paid people in the sports world. In fact, sometimes she put more energy and determination into THAT than into her game. And now she was - seriously - overpowered in that area by some lousy basketball player.

"You're JOKING, right? Nobody can wrest THAT much money!" 

"Shaq never jokes about money. And he's paid according to his value. His TRUE value."

"Ah, come on! I'm in the spotlights on AND off the court, ALL the time. AND Mister, in an INDIVIDUAL sport, where matches often take almost two hours!"

"YOUR matches also?" Shaq produced an evil grin.

Anna didn't pay attention and droned on: "... while you play a stupid team sport. And still you would make more than double of what I do? That's just not honest! What did I say? It's downright IMMORAL!"

"Hahaha! Don't make me laugh. It's perfectly normal for Shaq to have everything that other people have, but BIGGER. It seems you still have to get used to my scale, young lady!"

"So you think, because you're bigger, you're BETTER at everything, eh? Or maybe because you're a *man*, even?"

Anna, competitive as she was, couldn't just take that. She was going to show him!

"Well, let me ask you THIS: did anyone ever write a SONG about you, eh? I have my own SONG, buddy!"

Shaq didn't utter a word, but instead he turned on the stereo again and put the volume on 10. The same ordinary rap tune as before rang out of the speakers, torturing Anna's eardrums.

"Yeah, blaq supaman (blaq supaman) Everybody know yeah, yeah (Shaq supaman) Future above them all Barney Rubble (everybody know) (Shaq supaman) future flex T.W.IsM. the world is mine (everybody know) all mine (Shaq supaman) yeah, yeah Uh (Shaq diesel) yeah (everybody know) Yeah (Shaq supaman) "

Shaq shouted to get on top of the unbearable racket.

"DO YOU HEAR THIS? THIS IS MY SONG, I WROTE AND SANG IT MYSELF."

Then he opened up a small drawer in the middle console and took out three CD cases. He waved them right before Anna's eyes and turned down the music.

"... and these are the three CD's that I produced thus far. 750,000 sold presently. Not bad eh?"

Anna tried to say something, but at first the words remained stuck. She was growing beet-red again.

"BIG DEAL! That 'music' is always the same boring shit. Latino Rock, on the other hand... Anyway, I bet you don't have a decent website. MINE is one of the most-visited on the web. The computer guy told me last week that they had upgraded to a 69-bit machine because the old one couldn't keep track any longer!"

Shaq kept smiling. He couldn't help thinking by himself that he wouldn't mind a bit of 69 with this "girl of 69-bit"... Again, he remained silent. But now he fetched the wireless keyboard and put it on his knee.

He tapped a few keys, and the flatscreen lit up. A browser window appeared, and five seconds later Anna was staring at the front page of Shaq.net over a satellite connection. It was just as flashy, and had just as many useless features focused on selling stuff as her site.

The deep tan of Anna's face had acquired a distinctive red shine. For a stubborn and proud girl like her, all this humiliation almost equaled a declaration of war! She had meanwhile completely forgotten about what she was here for with Shaq.

Agitated, she snatched the keyboard from "that moron"'s hands, and typed the address of Octagon, her agency. As if it was her own homepage, she purposefully navigated through some pages until a list of "estimated revenues for 2003" appeared.

With a triumphant look in the eyes, she pointed to the top of the list;

"What does that read, Mr. Shaq?"

"KOURNIKOVA A.W TENNIS$150,000,00040%"

"I practically keep the whole business running on my own. I have RESPONSIBILITIES, Mister!"

Against her expectations, Shaq's smile still didn't fade for a single moment. Instead it only got wider! He calmly took the keyboard back on his lap and used the trackball to click through a few more links.

"Before you continue bragging, maybe better read this?"

THIS page also contained a list...

OCTAGON SHAREHOLDERS

====================

1. O'NEAL INDUSTRIES 51%

2. ..."

It took Anna a few seconds to realize what she had just read on the first line. But Shaq had no trouble identifying the exact moment that it got through to her, as her bottom lip started trembling.

It was clear that she could burst out (into tears?) any second now. Right under that lovely surface was a volcano of frustration waiting. It definitely gave her something sexy, Shaq noticed. Anna became twice as attractive when she developed a pout. Or, to be more precise, when her continuous pout got more pronounced.

Meanwhile she had arrived at a point where she would do ANYTHING to avoid defeat. Or to at least momentarily paint an expression of astonishment over the irritating smile on his mug.

With unconcealed amusement, Shaq watched how she finally snatched the keyboard back once more. He was curious also, about what would be her next move in this silly battle of egos.

Anna's pretty face was one big thundercloud as she rammed the keys with remarkable aggression. After a good number of visits to the backspace key, she had typed a URL:

http://ffleetwebspace.free.fr/tmfu/index.htm

"Money is one thing, but when it comes to honest and true devotion by fans, I wipe the floor with you, matey!"



"WHAT THE F... I mean, JEZUS CHRIST! Is that YOU???"

Slowly, the screen filled itself with Anna Kournikovas in varying degrees of nudity, ranging from rather tame men's magazine type of stuff, to the filthiest XXX-footage.




Anna, A Perfect Match



"Of course not, innocent toddler that you are! These are photo-manipulations by some of my biggest fans. The ones who truly appreciate my qualities."

There was not a hint of irony in her voice.

"But, but... Aren't you going to sue them or something?"

Just seconds ago, Shaq had been determined to remain stone cold, whatever Anna was going to throw at him. But when you're shocked, you're shocked! The wonder and astonishment splattered from his face, making Anna instantly feel much better again.

It was really refreshing to actually hear him STUMBLE for once.

"Oh well... I've talked about it with my lawyers. But it would be such a hassle, and they don't make money with it. It would create even more attention for something that I can't possibly officially endorse. Even though I quite like some of them myself! Just look at the one where I sit on the car; the color of the Porsche is the only thing he got wrong. But isn't it funny?"

"The ONLY thing?"

Staring right into the spread-open pussy on the pic, Shaq had to swallow.

While he was staring at the screen, totally fascinated, Anna's eyes inadvertently wandered to his groin area, attracted by a subtle movement under the yellow-purple fabric. Something was growing in there. Something BIG. That was the little hint she needed to refocus her thoughts on her mission. A mission that suddenly seemed well under way by this time. Remarkable how the natural flow of things sometimes helps you out when you don't know how to handle a situation!

"Huh?"

The feeling of a delicate female touch on his bare chest got Shaq out of his trance. It made him look away from the arousing images on the computer screen, right into the naughty look Anna was throwing at him. This promised MORE than just a simple chat! He answered her touch with the broadest of smiles. At last the complicated situation cleared up. As a man, impossible to misinterpret lighthouse signals were what he needed. Girls who came with a manual didn't last long on board the Shaqmobile.

Anna continued rubbing, and circled her fingers around Shaq's nipples, sending shivers throughout his entire chest, and lower...

Chapter Four

Behind his steering wheel, Wilson adjusted the rearview mirror to watch the scene in the back. His grin was possibly even broader than his boss's. He had seen enough already.

In the end, all girls are born equal. That much he had learned since he was driving for Shaq. Black or white, red or yellow, voluptuous or hard bodied, rich or poor, young or old... You name it. Over time he had observed them ALL on that backseat, and they ALL were after just one thing: BLACK COCK. In ample size please, thank you. Wilson could now add one entry to his list: "Famous, or a nobody."

In the absence of other thoughts, the amateur anthropologist within him often pondered about what it was with girls. Did they get up in the morning with the image of big black penises in their minds, or was it only while eating a banana? Whatever, it meant that being Afro-American had at least ONE advantage in the end. Michael Jackson had to be MORE nuts than nuts!

On the backseat behind him, Anna meanwhile bent over towards Shaq until they were cheek-to-cheek. Her luscious lips almost touched his earlobes when she whispered:

"You've seen already most of me now. So, when are you going to show it?"

"Show what??"

"Your ebone-er of course," she added with an arch smile, and quick as a weasel she gave the ridge in his pants a gentle queeze.

Shaq was caught by surprise and made a little jump in his seat. Yes, his cock had been touched and handled many, many times before in this car, on this seat. Even without shorts around it! But never unanticipated like this.

Anna sniggered.

"A-HAA! Did I find your Achilles' heel?" she laughed.

Then, with a roguish look in her eyes: "I'll promise not to tell anybody. IF we can have some fun together, that is!"

Shaq's eyes continued growing wider; since the very second when the sexy blonde had transformed into Anna Kournikova by putting off her glasses, he had switched from "fuck"-mode to "conversation"-mode, which was not to his liking, so he had forced a wry smile all the time (Anna was much better at faking it for the camera).

No, he didn't mind meeting Anna, far from. But his agenda for this afternoon had originally contained a good solid fuck and that was the last thing he expected from her. Yeah, it had been often talk-of-the-day in the dressing rooms, after yet another match where she had shown up as spectator. They jokingly speculated about when she was going to join the Lakers Girls. Not one single player didn't want to fill her every hole, it seemed. But that was guy talk, and this was REALITY. Lakers stars fucked cheerleaders or candidates, but that's as far as their privileges reached. Girls like Anna, or Beyoncé for example, remained elusive even for them. Even NBA stars can still dream. Or you had to get very lucky.

And Shaq started to realize that maybe he HAD gotten very lucky!

"Hey, are you ASLEEP or what?"

If it hadn't dawned on him yet by now, Anna was soon going to make sure it would; she didn't wait for Shaq to answer, but playfully pushed him with his back against the seat and mounted his right knee, wrapping her athletic legs around his enormous thigh. She kicked off her slippers and shifted higher up, rolling up his boxers as she moved close enough to whisper into his ear again. Her loose shorts got stuck between them and exposed her bare pussy ever so slightly. A slick trail was left as her damp pussylips dragged over Shaq's hairy skin.

"Why don't you suggest to Wilson he park the van and take a breath of fresh air. What do you think?" she purred.

Shaq's brain needed a second to process that she didn't wear any panties; oh boy, did it make his erection jerk!

"Good idea!" he immediately responded, surprising himself with the loudness of his own words. He also had to clear his throat before continuing.

"Wilson?" Shaq shrugged again.

"Yes, Mr. O'Neal?" (In the presence of important people, Wilson reverted to more formal communication.)

"We have been driving for a while now, and it's still some way to go. So I suggest we pull out at the next parking area, and you take a walk to inhale a breath of fresh air."

"Not a bad idea, sir."

"I'll page you with the mobile when you've cleared your head."

Anna chuckled; they all, no doubt Wilson included, knew full well what exactly was going on, underneath a thin layer of make-pretend. But each played the role expected from him or her. So, Wilson was going to "take a breath of fresh air" until his "head was clear again."

And Wilson wasn't to object. Usually, Shaq's fuck toys didn't care in the least whether he watched, recorded things on video or even threw in his own $0.02. But he accepted that the Kournikova girl was a different breed. This was not a mongrel. This was a thoroughbred! And she needed to be handled accordingly.

"As you wish, sir." He would hear the raunchy details later.

Shaq meanwhile realized he was not only talking loud but also breathing rather heavy and jagged. He was really and truly becoming excited, it seemed! These routine backseat fucks had become a bit of a rut over the years. The highs, represented by a few favorite girls who returned from time to time, were becoming fewer and fewer among the usual mediocrity. It was almost auto-pilot most of the time, a "compulsory act." But now, it was different. Here he was sitting, mounted by a girl who actually matched his excellence, in her own territory, with beauty and downright hotness. Was it *respect* he was feeling? It was awe, and a deep awareness of the unique chance he was offered. He was going to screw Anna Kournikova, and he was going to love every single second of it!

Hopefully for Anna, who was wiggling her saddle wet, he would leave some seconds for her, too.

Chapter Five

Wilson took the first small road that looked suitable and parked in a spot that seemed rarely frequented by pedestrians, yet not a weird place to halt your car.

He looked over his shoulder, to face the contrasting couple, "ebony and ivory." Even though Anna had a delicious tan all over her body, the difference was quite obvious.

"Have fun while I take a breath of fresh air," he grinned.

Then he took his mobile and got out. Shaq immediately activated the central door lock. He hadn't even pulled his arm back when Anna was all over his body with her hands, driven by an inextinguishable lust.

"My Goooooood, you're so...so strong!!! They feel almost like steel! Let me TOUCH them!"

She eagerly traced the contours of his massive shoulders, squeezed his biceps and encouraged him to puff them up.

"Like I said... Hercules, man. Hercules!"

She put her hands behind his head and tried to pull, only to find out that it was steady as a rock. She wandered all over his chest with her hands, sucking up the body heat that was radiating from its surface, tugging his curly chest hair. She balled her fists and thumped them forcefully into his chest. Judging by how her tongue was flicking unconsciously over her full lips all the time, she was having a ball doing it! Each of her explorative actions confirmed and amplified what she had expected - and hoped - all that time: Shaq was an ANIMAL. He could snap her in two, he could crush her every bone if he wanted. One solid block of primal brute force. 

If he suddenly decided to rape her, she probably wouldn't stand a chance, and wouldn't survive it. Maybe it was this idea of DANGER that got her adrenalin running. One of the few things she could still get a kick out of. But of course, considering he was a public person and not a nutcase (as far as his behavior suggested), the danger was merely an illusion anyway. Or was it?

Still, the idea of being in the presence of it, so close that she was completely in its power, had an almost perverse effect on Anna. She had been able to keep cool, and cover up all these effects thus far (except that she was juicing up). But now the excitement was bubbling up unrestricted. She almost lost control of herself.

"1,2,3..." She let her index finger glide over Shaq's washboard. Her heart was beating wildly.

"Shaquille, you're a hunk, did you know that? I mean, my God, you're strong as... as a horse. Yeah, that's it!! A horse."

Anna was glad she was finally able to properly word what she meant. She loved horses; from when she was just a little kid, she had always felt strongly attracted towards them. Whenever she saw the chance, she tried to ride one as a relaxing pastime. Was she expecting the same from Shaq? At least he was a decent match in terms of sheer power and size.

Her black stallion gladly put up with her pawing, wearing a silly smile on his face. Sure he understood by now that Anna only saw him as a lust object. But after all, the feeling was mutual. At this moment he didn't see her as much more than a pleasure toy to wrap around his dick, either. A sentiment that he didn't expect to evolve much over the next couple of hours.

After she had had her first good look and feel, Anna backed off and nestled herself on his knee. Immediately, her eyes were drawn towards the yellow-purple boxers again, right in the center of her view.

"Oh, damn!"

Her mouth fell open. It had to be a truly magnificent piece of equipment that was now slowly unfolding itself in there. Focusing her eyes on the swelling, she got that same tingly feeling again in her belly and underbody, only much more intense now than while watching Shaq on the field.

"Are you sure you stopped growing already??"

Shaq laughed with the witty remark, but Anna kept a stony face. She was totally mesmerized.

Pale spots appeared on her bottom lip as her teeth pushed the blood out of it. And with a hungry look in her eyes, she relaxed her tense fists, planning to release the mythical Thing that most girls could only talk about.

She reached out, questioning eyes directed at Shaq.

"M-may I? Can I?"

"Hehe.. Whatever you say, darling. Be my guest."

He gladly cooperated by slightly lifting his back while Anna grabbed the waistband and pulled down shorts and panties in one go. She stood up momentarily to pull them beyond his knees, and drop them on the floor. To augment the tension even more, her eyes remained closed while doing all this. Shaq's mammoth dick in itself seemed not enough for Anna! She was after maximum shock effect.

After taking a deep breath, it was time to face her destiny. She settled her hot little ass on his knee again and slowly opened her eyes...

"Oh h-holy sh..."

Anna had thought she had prepared herself, but still skipped a heartbeat when she established first contact. Spontaneously, her hand moved up to cover her pout, and her eyes grew wide.

It was bigger. It had to be bigger than what they all - seriously - considered "probable."

Although she didn't really trust her judgment skills under these circumstances, Shaq's balls looked like chicken eggs, and the huge purple head on top seemed laid by an even bigger bird! The tip was already wet. Anna seemed to break eggshells by merely looking at them. The length remained inconclusive for the time being. Shaq was holding the base with one hand, slowly stroking with the other.

"Meet Johnson," he grinned while he looked up at her.

Anna smiled back; why was it that all men gave their penis a name? She had never given her pussy one. But it sure was funny and got her in a more relaxed, playful mood.

"And Johnson is MINE!" she growled. And like an attacking tiger, she reached out with her claws to catch it, firmly clamping her fists around it.

Like a predator guarding its prey, she didn't intend to let go of it anytime soon! Her delicate female touch made it look as if someone was pumping air into an inflatable boat. That's how fast it seemed to grow, to her! She chuckled nervously, as soon, she could grip it with both hands together, and still she didn't touch his balls or cock head.

"Mpfff... Oh yeah, knead me, baby!"

Shaq slightly shifted his position and grunted as Anna carefully squeezed his meat pole a first time. It felt warm and a little spongy. She took a deep breath and squeezed again, with a bit more force. By the time she repeated this a third time, it no longer gave a flinch! She really used considerable force (maybe not quite as hard as she COULD, but certainly as hard as her confidence allowed), and still she barely made a dent in it!

"How? I..."

For a moment, she looked a little startled, and a sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. The tiger was far gone, all of a sudden. Would she ever be able to accommodate THIS?? Where oh where along the way had this crazy plan settled itself in that silly mind of her?

Shaq was watching - and enjoying - her every move and recognized her hesitation.

"You wanted to drive Shaq's Little Red Corvette, but does Anna Kournikova have what it TAKES to drive Shaq's Little Red Corvette?" he teasingly whispered.

Anna chuckled. Little? Yeah right...

But she never refused a gauntlet that was thrown at her. Challenges like these were exactly what she needed to get going. She didn't answer with words, but with deeds; without loosening her grip, she stood up from Shaq's lap and then slowly pulled Johnson towards her.

"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

Her eyes remained focused on Shaq's face and she kept grinning evilly all the way. He liked her naughty! He had to move with her, sinking deeper into the seat. Until his rigid pole ended up right between her slender legs, almost touching her shorts.

Without saying another word, Anna used one hand to pull her left trouser leg wide, and bent through her knees. Teasingly slow, she let Shaq watch his dick crawl under the fabric towards Ground Zero. When she felt the enormous hot head plant itself against her pussylips, she bent a fraction further still to steady it, and then used both hands to stretch her cunny open as far as possible.

She puffed, and her breaths shortened while she continued bending.

The shorts were covering things up, but Shaq could do without pictures; he could feel her pussy slowly nibble down on him, like eating a big veined sausage for lunch. Once her meaty labia were pushed aside, Anna let them close themselves back around his bulky mushroom. Once more she took a deep breath, and continued lowering herself further on her lover. But with every inch, more doubts crept into her mind.

"Ooh God... help me..."

She gritted her teeth and was fighting the tears; this phase was far from comfortable. Trying to reorganize internally to adjust around Shaq proved a little more challenging than hoped for! Over a minute of fruitless gymnastics must have passed, after which STILL more than half of Shaq's battering-ram was sticking out. The undeniable conclusion was, that there was no progress to speak of.

With tears running down the cheeks of her red face, Anna finally shouted in frustration.

"Arghhhh! It DOESN'T WORK!"

Disillusioned she stood up, guided his dick out with her hands, and stepped aside.

The horny teen had lusted so long after him. She had gone through so much planning and effort to spend some quality time with the dangerous big teddy bear of her dreams. And now it turned out he was of a different scale!

"I'm so sorry. What was I thinking, what was I THINKING? I should have known right from the start that you are just too big."

She was almost sobbing in impotence.

"This was just not meant to be. But the dildo I practiced with was the biggest they sold; what more could I do? TELL ME!"

"Now, now, now..." Shaq replied in a fatherly tone.

"Don't tell me our tennis star is already giving up! I wanna fuck you today, sweetie. Just relax and leave this to Shaq."

His voice was calm and confident.

He flashed his pearly white teeth, and the golden one. It served to divert Anna's attention while he secretly piloted one hand through the curtain of hair she had draped over his chest. She gave a little squeal of surprise as she felt his warm fingers slide over her flank, by touch searching for her (too) tight pussy. She smiled through her tears when she understood, and adjusted her position to help his seeking hand; in response, he flattened it and smoothly slid it into the shorts.

Anna got goose bumps from the sudden shell of heat over her sex. A pleasant and comforting feeling. Almost immediately fingers started to wriggle, tickling at her mound. It made her pant in anticipation.

"Dr. Shaq thinks he recognizes your condition, and will now proceed with the standard treatment."

It sounded almost official!

A shiver crawled up Anna's back when the strong guy suddenly lifted his hand into the cleft of her legs, with such incredible force that she almost became weightless.

"Ooohh... SHIT!"

It was not all that clear for her what exactly was going on down there. But it felt as if, under gravity's pull, his knuckles were slowly swallowed by her fat labia like in quicksand. Next, something that couldn't be anything else but his middle finger got deployed, poking into her. Using the knuckles as extra support to carry her weight, Shaq then started finger-fucking the Russian. Like a small but very rigid dick, his digit stimulated all the right spots inside her.

At least SOMETHING of Shaq that fit into her!

"Mmmmmmmhh... Yeah! Whoa!"

Anna's breathing got heavier and she was panting through her cute little pouted lips while Shaquille kept probing into her. Again and again he lifted her up, putting her on the tips of her toes and making her raise her ass as high in the air as possible.

"S-Steady... Hooo!"

She could barely keep her balance by holding onto Johnson during the entire ride on Shaq's Shovel.

Her heat was really rising quickly under his expert touch, coming up with new surprises every minute. A comprehensive anthology from his oeuvre of inventive pussy-poking, circling and stretching. And was that his thumb circling around her clit? Whatever it was, it turned up the volume of her moaning and enticed her to eagerly knead the dick in her hands.




Anna and Elizabeth



We live in what is a typical western town of the day I suppose. Big enough that you wouldn't know everyone, yet it seemed somehow that everyone managed to know what everyone else was doing. The railroad finally reached us a few years back and moved beyond. Business was expanding faster than the sawmill could make the boards. So many new people were arriving every day there was hardly place for them. And of course along with them came the undesirables with their saloons, drinking, fights and bawdy houses. The churches tried to keep up but there was only so much that could be done other than petition the town council to keep them in the lower part of town. Not to say there wasn't a good side. So many things we needed now came on the train. New bolts of material, furniture, and other wished for goods that we have done without for so long.

Many wonderful people arrived and new jobs were everywhere. Sam Wallace, the owner of the General Store was building on to his business. Elizabeth, his wife, is my dearest friend. She is much stronger of will and steadfastness. My husband, Thomas, an excellent carpenter, was doing the work and had more work impatiently awaiting him when that was finished. Buildings were going up faster than men and supplies were available.

We both had sons that had just finished learning their numbers and letters and would now be leaving school, ending their further education against my most ardently spoken wishes, and joining their Fathers in their business. 

Oh my, I am prattling on. I believe in good faith, should I have any yet to appeal to, that I write selfishly looking for a reason, some excuse perhaps, to forgive myself, to elucidate these new feelings with some desperate hope of stifling or repressing them. I cannot continue. Yet, I fear I cannot stop them for in leisure moments from my housework, they consume me. My dear Elizabeth, my confidante, tries to console, advise, yet she has her own... aberrant feelings, velleity... I suppose, to suppress. She has grasped the cross, yet I willingly followed in our folly. Oh what our penance for our meddling.

As I have already said my husband, Tom, is putting an addition on Sam's store. I walked down to the store taking chance of the dust and the sun with my parasol as I am fragile and fair of skin. I had need to pick up some flour and cinnamon and thought I might tarry to see my dear Elizabeth. Oh, yes, I am Anna.

I believe here I must step back and let my fingers, pen and inkwell continue this alone as my thoughts are fraught with the emotions all this has brought about. It is as best as I perceived it to have happened knowing the events as I do now. 

As I came upon the dusty boardwalk it was quiet of hammering and I stepped into the front door. There wasn't anyone about and I walked to the drygoods counter. Hearing voices from the back I walked closer and, I must make clear without intent or purpose, overheard Sam talking to my Tom.

I stepped back hearing mention of earlier sexual adventures of which I had no part and no wish to hear of. I believe I am no prude and I bear up to all of my husband's wishes. Though I fear I did not feel the intenseness that he does, his goodness and devotion to his family has earned my most willing submission to his needs whenever he wishes. He is my husband... and admittedly I take some inner pride in acceding to and providing for his pleasure. 

Yet, at the sound of them speaking of my son I stepped closer.

"Tom, them boys are growed up now. They'll be startin work with us. They're done with their schoolin now and I think we ought to give 'em a little celebration to make 'em men. What do you think?"

"Sam, I think Tommy's ma would skin me alive if I figure what you're thinking."

"Yeah well, her and Elizabeth don't need to know now do they. Me and you, Tommy and Jimmy, we could make a little party out of it. Play some cards, have a few drinks and I'll get a couple girls from one of the saloons over at Carsonville. It's a big town and nobody will much know us or them. Hell Tom, we'll have it right here in the back room of my place after closing and dusk. I got a couple good feather beds in the loft I can bring down and put in the new store room you built. It's still empty."

"I don't know Sam, I'd sure hate for Anna or Elizabeth to find out. There would sure be hell to pay. You know them two are thick as molasses. They'll both be wantin to get them boys married off in a few years."

"You let me take care of that Tom. We'll set it up fer next Saturday night. Elizabeth and your Anna will be at the Women's Club meetin."

Anna quickly slipped out the front door and scurried to see Elizabeth.

"ELIZABETH... ELIZABETH... oh my God we have to stop this," she cried breathlessly.

Elizabeth looked up from her kitchen table curiously as Anna hurried through the screen door.

"For heavens sake, sit down sit down. Stop what Anna?"

"Oh Liz," she cried in a panic. "Our husbands, you won't believe what they are about to do. Our sons, oh my God our dear babies, they are going to get them mixed up with some saloon floozies. I overheard them at the store. It's to be this Saturday when we are at our meeting."

"What ever for Anna? Why would they do such a thing?"

"They said to celebrate becoming men. Oh Liz, they can't, they just can't. Who knows what kind of awful saloon girl they'll get. They could get some dreadful disease or something, they're so dirty. Oh my God Liz, we have to do something. If anyone finds out, none of the good girls will have them for husbands," she cried as she dropped into a chair holding her head.

"Are you sure? This has to be Sam's idea. That man. It would be like him. Oh I'm so sorry Anna. We have to think of something, someway to stop this. Our Saturday meeting is out."

"Oh please Elizabeth, you are so good at thinking of things, what can we do?"

She clasped Anna's hands in hers, "I'll think of something, I promise, we won't let this happen to our boys. I know I can outwit Sam. Look, Sam will be home soon. Go home and act as if nothing has happened. Don't worry Anna, some how we'll take care of this."

Anna quickly made her way home becoming furious at her husband for allowing such a thing. No flour, no cinnamon, so no desert tonight for him. Nothing else either, she would have a terrible headache. That would be certain.

Elizabeth turned to her work, fixing the evening meal. "Well Sam my husband, you devil. What have you done?" Elizabeth thought smiling to herself. Her thighs tightened as little shivers slipped through her nicely rounded hips. "There must be some way..." a wary smile on her lips as she pondered Anna's words. Sam was a wonderful provider, husband and Father, yet she knew, there was something more... missing.

Sam closed up the store and went home. Soon enough his mercantile would be twice the size with Tom's good work. It would be as big as the ones at Carsonville. Which reminded him of what he needed to do.

"LIZ, ELIZABETH, I'm home dumplin. What we got fer supper tonight? I'm so hungry I could bite a runnin heifer right in th.."

"SAM... NOT ANOTHER WORD IN THIS HOUSE!"

"Now, did you have a good day?" she asked giving him a peck on the cheek. She wiped her hands and finished setting the table.

"Good enough." Sam grunted, thinking a man can't say a word in his own home.

"We're having some white beans, sweet cornbread, ham bits, green onions and some fried potatoes. I've made a rhubarb-strawberry pie for desert. Jimmy should be in soon. Go yell for him and I'll finish up here."

Sam grunted and pushed his way back from the table. He just couldn't get over how Liz could put together somethin so good. Never figured what such a good lookin woman seen in him. Her long dark curls hiding naturally tan skin. He shook his head to clear the obvious salacious thoughts nudging in at the corners. 

"Jimmy, you'll have to mind the store for awhile tomorrow. I have to run in to Carsonville to look at some new hardware."

"Sam, I'll ride with you. I want to look at some things that we should probably stock in the store when Tom is finished with it."

"Well, we'll get there and you can go north and I'll head south and meet up back at the wagon."

"Oh yeah, this Saturday me and Tom and the boys are goin to go huntin while you women are at your meeting."

The evening passed and Elizabeth hurried to Anna's early the next morning after Sam went to open the store.

"Anna, Anna," Liz breathed in hushed tones. "Listen, as awful as this is don't say no right away and talk me out of it. I've been all night over this and I've convinced myself I can do it. Don't get moralistic on me. This is not the time. The Lord knows I'll have my days in purgatory over this. We will have to compromise our virtue but I just don't know of any other way. I've worried over it all night. It will be just terrible but I don't know what else to do. Just hear me out and if you have a better idea, please please tell me of it."

"Sam is going to Carsonville today and I know while he is there he is going to arrange for some of those trollops to spoil our sons. I'm going with him and will espy to see who they are. Then before we return I will slip away and beseech them to keep the payment Sam has made and not to come."

"But, but Liz, the men will be expecting them to arrive Saturday evening. What will happen?"

"Anna... sit down, please... listen, please. Do you really want to stop this? To stop our husbands from getting some saloon girls for our sons?"

"Yes, yes, Liz we must. We can't let them do this."

"And you're willing to do anything we must to stop them?"

"Yes, yes I will."

"Then the girls will come Anna. They will surely come, but it will be us."

"What? What ever do you mean Liz? How do you mean it will be us?"

Elizabeth grasped Anna's hands, "Us, Anna, us, you and I, it will be us."

"But, they will know, and we can't... oh no Liz... how? I don't understand."

Liz squeezed tighter and closed her eyes, "Anna, we will disguise ourselves and we will take their place."

"ELIZABETH, NO... You mean... us... our sons? No... oh no Liz, oh my God, I can't, we can't. We'll just tell them, no, they can't, I won't allow it. We simply cannot allow it. I will put my foot down. How could you think of such a thing?"

"Anna, oh Anna would it be so easy to just tell them, but then they will just sneak away when we don't know. Or they will take the boys to Carsonville with them. They're men and we can't stop them if they insist on doing it. We only have our wiles to outwit them. It's all we have Anna. We must."

"Listen Anna, if you agree, I will be with Tommy, you'll have be with my Jimmy. We'll wear disguises and talk in a low whisper or something for our voices. We'll try not to say much. Oh Anna, I just don't know of another way so soon and you are the only one I would ever trust my little Jimmy with. I promise I will be so careful with Tommy. Oh Anna, I just don't know of anything else to do. Please, help think of something else. There is so little time."

Elizabeth bowed her head as tears slipped down her cheeks and her shoulders trembled with her sobs. Anna quickly held her to share her distress. Elizabeth knew she must take care to have Anna share in her scheme. It would be the only way to trust her silence. The imagining of being with Tommy, gave her little goose bumps and tingles inside.

"Oh Liz, I'm so sorry. I am so sorry. You have struggled with this and I have been of no help. It's just, oh I don't know how I will be able... how shall I face the day. How shall I face Jimmy when he is here? But I will, I must, we must. Dear Elizabeth, somehow, I will make myself do this, for our sons. What can I do to help?"

Elizabeth looked up dabbing at her eyes, `"Disguises, make us disguises Anna, while I am in Carsonville with Sam. Something to cover our eyes and noses, most of our faces. I'll slip us some net stockings and gaudy material from the stock to make us a quick wrap. That with some make-up and we'll look like a couple tawdry strumpets. Hopefully it will be dark enough in the back of the store... well, we have to hope. They won't expect us until after dark anyway."

"I have to hurry back. Sam should be ready to leave by now."

They hugged tightly, conspiratorially, for better or worse, they had now set out upon a course.

Elizabeth fairly wished to skip with delight back to her home sure that she had Anna's assent.

Later in the day Anna once more walked to the mercantile for the flour and cinnamon. The thought of Jimmy being there while Liz and Sam were in Carsonville escaped her.

Her hand trembled and her stomach did little flips as she looked at Jimmy over the counter. He was a young, strong handsome boy much like her Tommy. She tried hopelessly to push from her thoughts the upcoming day. On her way home her heart beat wildly and she near fainted realizing that she would have to... with Liz's son. But as her dear friend said, there was no other way.

Elizabeth was careful, acted the indignant Mother and had little problem talking the Madam that Sam had engaged into keeping the money and not sending any girls. When she returned home she pulled the material from the store stock to make the dresses. Anna had made the masks of black material to cover their eyes, nose and upper part of their face leaving only the mouth and cheeks easily visible. The blouses tied in the front and the skirts were full and loose such that they needn't be removed to accomplish their mission.

The week wore on with Anna trying to put it out of her mind, yet as both Elizabeth and Anna lay in bed at night, each could not completely shut out the thoughts of being intimate with the boys. Wondering how they would react or feel. How they would live with it. One with anticipation, one with dread. 

Sam called Tom down from the rafters and told him it was all set up for Saturday evening just at dusk. He should bring Tommy over with their hunting rifles and he would close the shutters on the store and have everything ready.

Saturday evening Anna sat on her porch dreading what she knew she must do. After pacing the porch many times and darkness approaching she went to Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth, I'm sorry, I can't do this, oh I just can't."

Elizabeth with her heart sinking took her hand, "Come with me, come in here."

She took her to her bedroom and quickly slipped out of her clothes as Anna looked away. Anna had always thought of Elizabeth as being so lovely, with the long legs and height so many women wished for. While Anna was petite, not quite thin, but slight. Liz pulled on the skirt, slipped her arms in the loose blouse and tied it low in the front so her breasts fairly swung loose, pendulously, as she was well endowed with large well rounded breasts. She then slipped the mask on that Anna had worked so hard over. She put some make up on far darker and heavier than she ever would normally have done. A ribbon quickly tied her hair up with a much darker piece woven in.

"Anna, Anna look, look at me."

"Oh my God, oh Elizabeth, I don't believe I would ever recognize you, especially in dim light. Not if I didn't suspect. Oh my God, you look like... oh Liz," she laughed, "You look like one of those girls."

"ANNA, that's the idea remember? Now come here and I will help you get ready."

Giggling they quickly slipped Anna from her things and dressed her in much the same fashion. Looking in the mirror they did indeed look fairly unrecognizable.

"Oh Liz, I'm afraid my breasts just aren't quite up to yours."

"Oh Anna, I've always thought you're just lovely. You're so petite and pretty." 

Liz flipped out Anna's blouse lightly ruffling the edges as her fingertips brushed across her nipple.

"Anna, you have these... My God Anna, you have really large nipples. Just leave your blouse loose and remember to bend over and twist around enough so they keep trying to see them instead of looking more closely at us."

"Anna, we have to cover your light hair. Here, let me pull this dark piece on and weave it in abit. Here, a touch of perfume behind our ears and between our breasts and we're ready. Oh, wait, just wait one moment. We have a little time yet."

Elizabeth ran from the room and returned with two large glasses of amber liquid. 

"This is some of Sam's best bourbon. Drink it. I know I know Anna, don't even... just drink it. This drink is to be the least of our sins and will be sorely needed."

Lips turned to a grimace as they both forced the burning liquid down feeling it quickly warm their insides.

They hugged each other tightly for a moment and Elizabeth whispered trying to keep the excitement out of her voice, "Okay Anna, it's time, it's dark. We can do it. Be strong."

Hands clasped tightly with each other they walked the short distance to the General Store, both feeling an unknown excitement, Elizabeth's, an excitement of the adventure.

The men and boys had been playing some cards and drinking for about an hour or more. Several other friends had joined them to celebrate.

"Here they are," Sam grinned. "Tom, go let them in afore anyone sees them."

Opening the door Tom ushered them quickly into the dark store.

"Well, you two girls look good, real good. What's with the getup?"

Elizabeth quickly stepped forward allowing Anna to slip a little behind her.

Elizabeth whispered in a low voice, "We work over in Carsonville, but that doesn't mean we live there now does it? So, we like a little disguise. Besides... a little mystery will make it nicer... Now, where are these two young boys you want us to make men of?"

"Well, they're in back, come on in."

"We are here just for the boys and really must get back."

"Uh... here... hey boys, Sam, come in here."

They all came pouring through the counter batwings.

Anna and Elizabeth stepped back, "Wait, who are all these, no... no, just the two young men.

"Hey boys," Sam hollered, waving his arms. "Now this is just fer Tommy and Jimmy. Let's not scare off the nice young ladies. You all go back a playin cards. We'll be right there."

"Here ladies, this here one is Tommy and this one is Jimmy. Here girls have a drink. This is some of the finest whiskey in these parts. Good bourbon from Kentucky itself. Not that stuff they sell over in the saloon."

Elizabeth and Anna looked at each other and quickly took big drinks drawing tears to their eyes.

Elizabeth whispered smiling seductively, "Well now, you two look like a couple big strong men, not a couple little boys like they described you to be."

"Okay, we been awaitin for you so lets get these boys goin," Sam laughed putting his hand out to steady himself on the store counter.

The women glanced at each other and took deep breaths both grateful for the darkness and the warm feeling of the alcohol coursing through their blood and now relaxing them. They knew there was no way they could have gone this far without the help of the strong drink they had both had.

Anna was feeling slightly dizzy and held onto Elizabeth's arm to steady herself. 

Jimmy looked at Tommy, "Hey, I want the tall one with the big titties."

Tommy laughed, "I don't care, I like the little one. She's just my size."

Anna looked at Elizabeth with sudden panic in her eyes, her hand squeezing painfully into Elizabeth's.

"Aw come on boys," Elizabeth whispered in a low husky murmur. "I like Tommy there. I bet he could really make me sing."

She stepped closer and rubbed her breasts against his arm her lips nuzzling his throat as she pulled him away, "Come on Tommy, I think I can take care of that big problem you have there."

"No Ma'am, I mean, I think you're really nice but Jimmy wants you and that suits me cause I kinda have a yearnin for the little one there." 

"Well, that settles it," grinned Tom as he stepped in and took Elizabeth's arm and gently pulled her toward Jimmy. You and Jimmy can go over to that side of the store. Ole Sam has you all set up. Tommy and little missy here can use the new store room right over there. Sam has things set up in there."