5 comments/ 30465 views/ 4 favorites Sandi's Fantasy By: WSchnotz Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters or events that are vaguely familiar to you are completely coincidental. Might I add that if anyone you know is as vague as the characters in this story that you may want to get out more. Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older, and yes, even the cat. Author's note: First submission! This is the very first story that I have completely put in writing and shared with anyone. Of course, instead of looking to family and friends for support and criticism, I am anonymously submitting it to the world in the hopes that I am not torn to shreds. Constructive feedback is certainly welcome. W. Schnotz, 2011 * Chapter 1 What she said had been on my mind for the last two months or so. Was it a request? Was it a suggestion? Was it real? It was really eating at me and I had finally made up my mind. I was going to make the move that day. I could have alienated a coworker. I could have gotten fired. My stomach was churning and my heart raced fast. I felt like I was pouring sweat, but upon wiping my hand across my forehead, it was dry. I took my lunch late that day. Part of this plan was all timing. I headed for the break room. If Anna was in there I was going to act. What the hell was I doing? As I walked into the breakroom I hoped, deep, deep down inside that she wouldn't be there; it would be an excuse for failure and proving the absurdity of this venture. Anna was there, sitting across the room at one of the tables alone. She was absently dipping corn chips into what looked like baby vomit and, of course, eating it. Yuck! It wasn't too busy in there at the time; it was mid afternoon and kind of ended up being before lunches on some shifts and after lunches for other shifts. I was pretty sure she had just started her lunch. "Hey Anna." I said as I approached the table, "What's going on?" "Craig," she acknowledged. "Just eating corn chips and hummus." Yuck, it doesn't matter what it's called, it still looks the same. "Would you like some?" "Nah," I replied. "I can't stand the stuff." Anna shrugged. She dipped another chip, took a bite and went for another dip with the rest of the chip. She stopped part way as if determining if the rest of the chip was big enough to be worth dipping. Apparently it wasn't; she just tossed it in her mouth. "When's you lunch over?" I asked. "I just started, probably forty-five or fifty minutes." We had hour lunches. I liked that better than the halves you'd get at some places. With an hour you had time to go somewhere, or you could just take your time eating and BS-ing with the group, or inhale your food like you only had a half hour and then nap it off like you wished you could with only a half hour. "Cool," I replied. "I wanted to show you something in receiving and get your opinion." This should have been a red flag for her. I do merchandising and inventory auditing. Anna worked up front at customer service. There is no reason someone in my position would be asking for someone in her's for an opinion. She shrugged, "Sure." She dipped one more chip(I shuddered) and put the lid on the hummus. I watched her as she stood up and went to the refrigerator. Anna was a little thick, she had a little muffin top, but she was on the tall side and actually wore the extra pretty well. My gaze fell where it always does, to her hugemongous breasts. Every time I see them I want to do a Homer Simpson ecstasy shudder. She put her stuff away and we headed toward the back of the store. * * * I let Anna leave the breakroom first. Guys don't do that out of courtesy. We do it to check out the gal's ass and figure. Of course I jest...a little. Anna and I had worked at this place for about the same number of years. It was a grocery warehouse outlet. Generally restaurants and other hospitality services come here to purchase, or placed orders for delivery, but we were open to the public, just most people don't need to buy twenty-four heads of lettuce at a time. She and I certainly weren't strangers, but we also weren't buddies either. I was really nervous on how I was gong to pull this off. I knew she wasn't a prude; one time we actually ended up having a discussion on Sasha Grey's retirement from porn. That of course brought up topics like whether having a loose asshole gave one any benefits with standard video productions or if being able to swallow eleven inch cocks to the balls was an outright marketable skill. Anna had also been in a couple relationships over the years but I was pretty sure she wasn't in one now. But, that didn't mean that she'd be up for this. On the way back to receiving we chatted a bit. We talked about spending the rest of our lives at this place, the new general manager, I found out that her aunt had recently passed away. I nodded to a few coworkers along the way. When we got back to receiving I headed towards the restrooms. This receiving area had a strange design. There were definitely restrooms in the receiving area for use by people in receiving. But there were two other restrooms that were off to the side a little ways that people hardly used. Everyone knew they were there, but they were behind a wall that a big cooler case for product was and down this, sort of, half hallway. I thought it might have been for customers, but it is easier just to go the main receiving restrooms. Maybe it was a remnant from prior remodel. * * * I stopped at the first door. My heart was pounding and my stomach was knotted up. This was it. I was probably going to go home with a red hand print on my face and fired. There wasn't really time, or a way that I had or could think of to work up to this and maybe sugar-coat it. I just blurted it out. "Ever fuck at work?" I hoped the tone of my voice wasn't all strange from nerves. I hoped that outwardly my cool was still cool. Anna was, of course, shocked. "You're joking, right?". I opened the bathroom door and held it open. "Ladies first," I snickered to myself. There, I was relaxing finally. "I knew something was up. It was too strange that you'd need me back here," she said. "I'm serious." I glanced at my cell phone, "We have about forty minutes to be up front at the time clock." "Craig, I...We...," she trailed off. "This is...I don't...What about Sandi?" Crap! Sandi is my girlfriend. I was doing this for her. At least I thought I was doing this for her. I looked at the ground, more so to avoid eye contact, but I guess it also would have looked like she might have hit a nerve, "Something happened several weeks ago. I don't really want to talk about." It was true that something happened, but I was certainly weaving a grossly misleading story. I started to look up. That explanation could have been problematic. Anna may have thought that that was just going to be a revenge fuck or a pathetic-desperate-misery fuck. Either way, it was probably clear that it was going to be a one time thing. Anna's eyes went dark as she pondered it. The gears were really grinding in her head, it was taking forever, then finally rationalizing it, she smirked(was that mischief?). She walked into the bathroom. I flipped up the light switch, pushed against the strength of the resistant hinge of the slam-free door to close it, and turned the lock. I turned around to see Anna unbuttoning her polo shirt and starting to pull the shirt off. I rushed to her, locked lips, and pushed her against the wall. I pulled my mouth away, "Oh God do I want to see those. I want knead and jiggle and bury my face in your tits. We don't have a ton of time to deal with clothes, though." Our breathing was getting rapid as we twirled our tongues around the other's and I started unfastening my belt and pants as she worked on hers, "Let's just cut to the chase." Pants down, I could see that she was wearing boyshorts. They were of an older style that sat higher on the waste than newer styles do. In comparison Sandi's underwear collection were all pretty low rise. Anna's were super sexy on her fuller figure. I spun her around and could see her ass hanging out the back. God bless boyshorts! The back of her underwear came to a point and a string that went through the bottom of her crack. Since there was little material between the legs, there was easy access. I ran the edge(thumb side up) of my left hand between her legs. There was definitely moisture there, Anna knew this was bad and she liked it; I sensed a shudder in her breath as my hand passed. I had to test the water and casually sniffed my hand. I wasn't really concerned, I figured she took care of herself, but I did give a slight sigh of relief when I smelled sex and not funk. I looked at my cock and stoked it a couple of times. I pulled my foreskin back and could see the head glistening. I aimed my cock between Anna's legs. Pointed upward, I ran the head along her slit a couple of times, she widened her stance as much as the pants around her ankles allowed, and then I pushed in. Hot knife in warm butter; oh, and warm it was. I slid in and out slowly a few times and leaned against Anna. My head was over her right shoulder and my breath was alongside her ear. She turned her head and twisted her body a little so our lips could touch. Leaning my weight against her, I ground my hips in a gyrating motion, never really pulling out at all. My theory was that with my weight on her while she was pressed against the wall would cause difficulty in breathing. That in turn would give a similar high, due to lack of oxygen, as collapsing the carotid arteries without the danger of choking and death. Sometimes I amaze myself. I don't know if any of that horeshit was actually working, but Anna called out, "Oh GOd, yeah. Fuck yeah!", and then pushed away from the wall and just leaned against her the top of her head. She tightened up a little and I felt a few shudders around my cock. "Fuck your cock feels so good. It's so big. Big!" As much as a guy loves compliments about his equipment, I had to put her straight. I didn't want a bunch of rumors going around that I couldn't stand up to, "It really isn't that big. It's pretty average, nothing special." "You're funny. I can feel it so deep." "Average length is four to seven inches. Really, I'm nothing special." Anna turned back and looked at me, "What the fuck? An average is a single number not a range!" Ah, I love an educated gal. "Hey, I'm just telling you what the Internet said. Who am I to argue with the Internet? There are a lot of men out there in that four to seven range that want to be above average." Anna shook her head. Truth be told, I don't think it's more than six inches, but it is pretty thick, thicker than others that I've seen. It might even be a challenge to Sasha Grey; but then again Sandi doesn't have any trouble with it so Sasha would probably be bored. My mind wandered into the absurdness of Sasha Grey frowning at me with my pants off and then Anna groaned and it dawned on me that time was at stake here. I tried to refocus my mind and started pumping in and out as Anna repositioned her arms against the wall for support. I felt that I could get some kneading in and leaned forward and slid my hands up her shirt. Her tits were confined to her full bra, but I could tell that gravity was pulling them down. I pressed them together and squeezed and kneaded. Anna let out a moan. I was surprised that her breasts had a firm feel; I thought they'd have a more sagging feel and be super malleable; maybe it was the bra. My hand found two bumps. "Holy crap!" I thought. The bumps were, of course, her nipples, but they were huge. I was sure that there was some sort of visual disconnect, like feeling a tooth with your fingers and then later seeing the tooth to be smaller than it felt. I knew what Sandi's nipples felt like when they were hard; they became very defined, but nowhere near as big as Anna's. I pinched and rubbed and pulled her nipples through her bra while I sped up my rhythm. Anna let out a long, low moan as she tensed up and started having little convulsions. "Shhhh!", I tried to remind her that we were still at work. I was pulling outward and almost lost my balance because my cock wasn't following. Anna had clamped down on it. She calmed down and I started moving again. I wasn't going to last much longer. I leaned over her shoulder, "I'm going to cum inside." I wasn't really presenting a choice, it was part of the bigger plan, but if she objected I would have obliged. Between breaths she responded with, "I'm on the pill. Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in me Craig!" Well, that was enough for me. I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled her toward me as I slammed my cock in as deep as it could go. I felt the surge through my body, my skin felt cold like the sweat had flash evaporated. My cock pulsed as I ejaculated. Anna's walls were constricting as my head swelled, trying to break its confines. I regained my composure and caught my breath. I slid my softening rod in and out for a couple more minutes, mixing our cum up. * * * I looked at my cell phone as Anna pulled away; making good time. "Craig, that was fucking awesome." Anna looked worn out. She half squatted, half leaned to pull her pants up. I moved up to her, straightened her up and started making out. "Were you done? We have twenty-five minutes. I say we make the most of this." She smiled. I moved my hand between her legs. It found her clit easily. "Egads girl! This thing is huge!" Her nipples were big, her clit was big, wow! Anna responded, "I know. It's actually all a little annoying because clothes often chafe against it." I rolled her clit between my fingers. She stumbled slightly backward and leaned against the wall. She slid a little as her knees went rubbery. "Oh, that's sensitive," she breathed. Now being lower, she had a better view of my rod. "Pull my wiener," I said. I thought of that saying, "There's nothing stupider than a naked man with an erection." We certainly can be suave. She reached out and started sliding her hand up and down along my shaft. As it became more rigid, I pulled Anna upright and positioned it between her legs. I slid my cock in and started railing her. Every thrust in she let out a sharp, short exhale. She had her arms wrapped around my ribs. All I could see were the whites of her half closed eyes; her head swayed, a little unsteady. I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me, and she squeezed her arms tighter around me. My breathing was rapid, I was pouring sweat. Her giant breasts were pressing against me. "Fuck. Fuck Anna, you are so tight." "Har-er Crai-! Fuck -- har-er, I wan- -ou in m-." Anna was a bit incoherent. "Squeeze Anna, squeeze," I called to her. We needed to wrap this up. "Oh God yeah, tighter, oh yeah!" Our mouths were all over the other's. My cock head became super sensitive and I was feeling the rush at the base of my pole. I squeezed Anna close, "I'm coming!" My knees were weak too. I ran my cock in one last time. I'm sure my pubes were "chafing" her clit. Anna's walls clenched as I released. When I was done we slowly collapsed straight down into, what must have been, a bizarre looking heap. Luckily this bathroom was cleaned regularly and rarely used. I checked my phone once more, "We have ten minutes. Actually with our window you should have about twelve or fifteen. I think that I must have clocked out five minutes after you." "I'll trade you name badges," Anna said. We use our name badges to clock in and out. She was trying to get a few more minutes. We stood up. Anna went and sat on the toilet to squeeze some of me out of her. I looked at my cock. It was slick. I pulled my foreskin back and saw a pearly bead of our cum around the crest of the head. I stroked my cock a couple of times. "Awesome, that should work," I thought to myself. As I was pulling up my pants Anna asked, "Aren't you going to clean that up a little?" Crap! That would've certainly made sense. "Uh, I'll probably end up getting water on my pants and it'll look like I had an accident. I'm almost off and will get a shower at home," I covered. Anna gave me a funny scowl and then went back to finishing up. We straightened our clothes, washed are faces, and yes our hands too. Employees must wash hands before returning to work. I almost gave Anna a long parting kiss, but this was to be a discrete one time thing and I also figured it was more of a conditioned post coital desire. I unlocked and opened the door, turned off the light and we went our ways. * * * Since I had a couple more minutes before I needed to clock in, I went back to the breakroom and got a couple of Gatorades from one of the vending machines. On my way back to the floor I stopped by customer service to pass one of the beverages off to Anna, "Would you like orange electrolytes or yellow electrolytes?" Anna just started laughing and held out her hand. She got yellow. As I walked away I heard Cynthia, one of the other customer service reps, ask Anna something and Anna just continued to laugh. I had hoped that wasn't going to be a problem. Needless to say the rest of the day dragged on. I had taken my lunch late and actually only had about an hour and a half left, but it was excruciatingly slow. I also had to stop at the cleaners and at the chinese food restaurant before heading home. I hoped that Sandi called the order in so it would be ready to pick up. I hoped that she was going to order the Salt and Pepper Chicken; she has a tendency to get creative and I end up having to hang around anyway to get something edible.   Chapter 2 I walked into the apartment, went to the kitchen, and unloaded the food on the counter. I left Sandi's dry-cleaning in the car for the time being. "What took you so long?" I heard her pout from behind me. I turned around to see Sandi standing in the kitchen doorway. She had her shoulders rolled forward and her best pouty face on. "I think you ordered cat liver, bear testicles, and soup that looked like loogies were floating in it," I exaggerated a little. "I had to wait for some food that I could actually eat." "You should be more adventurous!" exclaimed Sandi. She went from pouty to animated in .24 seconds; I had thought that she might be faking the pout. I took a look at my girl. She was almost a head shorter than me and had her light reddish hair spiked today, the tips were bleached which was remnant of when she was a platinum blonde. She was wearing a tight wife-beater, that showed off her small breasts well, and white low rise briefs with light blue, horizontal stripes. A slight midriff was showing. Sandi was going through an Anime phase, which actually happened three to five times a year, so she had a motif with her fashion. I'm wasn't going to complain. The underwear was pretty hot for being so simple. I guess I was a perverted Japanese man deep down. Sandi sauntered over to me, slowly swaying her hips back and forth as she walked. She reached her arms around my shoulders and neck and stood on her toes to kiss me. "I missed you. I want to play." "I missed you too," I responded. We swapped several quick pecks. "This was a very long day." I knew what "wanting to play" meant, at least how it started. I started to unfasten my pants. When I had loosened them and they dropped to the floor, Sandi lowered herself. She let her hands drag down my chest as she kneeled down, her eyes never strayed from mine as I watched. She pressed the side of her face against my thigh as she rubbed my package through my trunks. "Mmmm," she let out a short, low moan. She pulled my shorts down. That was it, that was where I was going to find out if I had understood her correctly and if my plan was worth it. I could feel her warm breath, her inhale and exhale on my groin. While she still was pulling down my shorts, she grabbed my cock with her mouth and started sucking. Actually it was more like she was swallowing as her tongue took my soft cock entirely into her mouth. Sandi's Fantasy I was a bit worried and wasn't hardening up really quickly. Surely she could tell what I had done earlier that day, after all, that was the idea. She continued to suck and I could feel her stud against the bottom of my cock as she rolled her tongue around my member. Eventually I relaxed a bit and could feel myself become a little more rigid in her mouth. Sandi, however, didn't let that continue. Sandi pulled away, letting my cock fall from her mouth. "You son of a bitch!" she blurted after she had swallowed. I looked down at her. Apparently I had goofed, this was not going to work out well. "Who was it?" I stared down at her blankly, the mood had totally inverted and I had gone from worrisome to calm to shock. "Don't give me that look! Who the fuck did you fuck?" she was sounding unhappy. "Anna," I said flatly. "Anna, Anna..." she searched her memory. She didn't see the folks I worked with with any regularity. I'm sure she knew the name, Anna and I had worked there for a long time, and I am sure she knew the face, but Sandi wasn't matching the two. "Works up front at customer service. Has the..." Sandi cut me off and finished. "...the huge boobs," she smiled and my cock was back in her mouth. She was just fucking around with me! About two months earlier we were in bed. I was reading and she was doing her best to distract me. She was naked and was crawling around on the bed and making little purring noises. She would put her face really close to mine and stare for a couple of minutes and then turn around and present her ass to me. This continued for a while and then she finally laid down, somewhat perpendicular to me with her head on my belly, and traced her finger around my chest. Her finger would run down the center and the back up and across my pecks. She also ran her finger nail across my nipples, pushing the nail gently around the indentation of my nipples. She won, I finally closed the book that I was reading and she said, "I've been having this fantasy. You'd get home and I'd go down on you and you'd totally smell and taste of another girl." Sandi was totally wild that night. My cock was stiffening again as Sandi was working it. I watched my cock disappear as she ran her petite mouth down my shaft. She would continue sucking and rubbing her tongue and then pull up and suck on the head. I have no idea how she does it without also using her hands, but while working on the head, she'll get her tongue under my foreskin. My foreskin being stretched like that borders on discomfort, but the texture of her tongue mixed with the slipperiness of her saliva totally makes up for that. That in and of itself is an incredible sensation and then every now and again her tongue stud will rub against the edge of my hood; that sends shivers up my whole body. Sandi stood up and put her arms around my neck again. I pulled her close to me. I could smell what was left over of Anna and me on Sandi's breath. While there was still that alluring, intoxicating air about the scent of our sex, it also reeked. Stewing in my shorts for a couple of hours did no good for it. Sandi kissed me and, needless to say, it tasted bad too. "That really tastes pretty gross," I said to her. Sandi smiled and said, "It's totally nasty." We made out for a bit, swapping saliva and left overs, and I realized that my thigh was getting wet. She had straddled my leg and was rubbing her groin up and down my upper leg. I made a little space between us, pulling my leg away, and ran my hand down to her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet and I could feel that the insides of her thighs were as well. I moved my hand lightly between her legs a couple of times and Sandi dropped her weight, mostly holding on by her arms around my neck, let out a low moan and shuddered. I steadied her and she said, "Tell me about it. I want to hear about you fucking Anna." Sandi then knelt back down and continued sucking my meat. I stood there in bliss for a minute or two. I came out of that really quick when Sandi, with my whole pole in her mouth, brought her teeth down on the base with a sharp, short jab. "Speak," she demanded after pulling away. Sobered a bit, I started telling my story. I recounted taking my lunch later, hoping that I'd see Anna in the breakroom based on what time I thought she came in that day. I could feel Sandi's lips stretch into a smile when I told her about needing Anna's opinion in the back and when I asked if she had ever fucked at work. Sandi made a satisfied "Mmmm" and grabbed hold of my ass when I described the feel of Anna's breasts. "Did you get to see them?" she asked. She made a disappointed whine when I told her that Anna's top was covered the whole time. Sandi's eyes were closed while experiencing her fantasy come real. She was still mouthing my cock and kneading my butt. I watched her while I was retelling what happened earlier. Sandi was wriggling her little round ass around while rubbing her thighs together. She practically started jumping, she was squirming so much, when I described how much control Anna had and tight her hole was. Sandi started squirming again and I could feel another smile when I told how I let Anna know that I was going to cum inside of her and that her response was that she was on the pill. When I mentioned that Anna started to get dressed, Sandi stood up and started kissing me. "I want yo..." I cut her off."You wanted to hear the story. Do you want me to finish?" Sandi looked at me questioningly. "You don't think I fucked her just one time, do you?" I smirked. She smiled and made an excited laugh. She was so antsy that she was practically running in place; she wanted to be dicked bad. She also liked stories and knew that the rest wouldn't be good later, once it wasn't fresh, if she got to hear it at all. It was my turn to tease her. She had to make a choice. "Ooh, fine. I guess it was stupid to think you wouldn't take advantage of the situation. What happened next?" "Well, I inquired if she was really done since we had about a half hour left," I continued my story. Sandi heard how our mouths were locked most of the time and how Anna's huge breasts were squeezed between us. "I want big boobs like that," Sandi pouted as she cupped her own petite breasts. I flicked the nipples poking through her wife-beater a couple of times. "You'd look stupid with Anna's tits," I replied. "You're too short and don't have the shoulders." Sandi pouted some more. "Girl, your bod is awesome. I wouldn't want it changed for anything, well, maybe for Sasha Grey," I smirked. Sandi stuck her tongue out with a sneer then and I continued with my story. I forgot to mention Anna's clit and went back to that. Sandi's eyes went wide. I held my little finger and covered all of it but the last joint with my other hand, "About that big" I said. "No way," she replied. I might have exaggerated a little. "And so during the rest of my break I grabbed a couple of Gatorades and handed the yellow one to Anna. A little while later I got home and you started sucking our cum off of my dick," I finished my story. "OK, now," she kissed me, "fuck me. Pound me like you pounded Anna!" I spun Sandi around. There weren't any walls in the kitchen that weren't blocked by counters, so I pushed her over the counter. I could see that the complete inside of her thighs were glistening. Her underwear was soaking wet, almost up to the waist. I pulled the fabric aside to reveal her smooth slit and ran my cock head along the length. Sandi kicked her feet. "Stop teasing me," she moaned. I pushed into her with almost no resistance. As I made my motions, an audible squelching noise could be heard; I had never seen her this wet and had never heard this that loud before. I just stared at her round ass while my cock disappeared between her legs, it was hypnotic, though it also was a little silly looking with her wet underwear bunched and pulled to the side. She moaned as I pulled out and pushed again. Because of all of the servicing that Sandi had already given me and because of how slick she was, I wasn't going to last much longer. I leaned over to her ear, and repeating the earlier events with Anna, I whispered, "I'm gonna cum inside." There was a couple of moments delay and then Sandi blurted out as she remembered, "I'm on the pill!" The timing was off and the tone of her voice did not match the mood. It sounded like really bad ADR from a movie where you know there was originally no one speaking, or you could tell they had originally said something else. It was comical. I laughed. For some reason that excited me to inevitability. I grabbed Sandi's hips and pulled, feeling her slip from the counter a bit, while I thrust my hips forward. Her depths constricted while my rod swelled as we reached out climaxes together. When I was spent, I continued pumping slowly, mixing our cum, to reenact the earlier events. I was exhausted, I was still in my work clothes and they were sticking to me like Saran Wrap sticks to itself. I looked at Sandi as I pulled out. Her briefs hadn't gotten any dryer and her shirt was transparent from sweat. Her mound quivered a little and some of my pearly ejaculate trickled out. She turned around, leaning on the counter for support, and smiled at me. Her hair was no longer spiked. Through the now transparent shirt, I could see her swollen areolae and nipples poking through. She was so sexy. Sandi started to straighten the little clothing that she was wearing and started moving away. "You weren't finished, were you?" I asked. I looked at my cock and had regretted the question. It was red and tender, probably almost raw, from the rough use. I wasn't sure I was going to get it up again. I closed the distance between us and pulled her to me. We kissed for a bit and Sandi was rubbing my balls. "Will you be able to do it?" she asked. "I don't have a choice, right? That's part of the game." Sandi smirked and held up her middle finger like she was flipping me off. She put the length of it in her mouth and slowly pulled it out and slid it back in. She then put her finger to my mouth and I sucked on it for a few moments before she took it back to her mouth. Her hand made it's way between my legs and her finger slid up my crack, rubbed my sphincter a bit, and pushed in. We were looking in each other's eyes and Sandi wore a sly smirk. My eyes rolled back as she slid her finger around my prostate and continued to rub my balls; I let out a moan. "Mmmm, that seems to be working," she said as she moved her hand from balls to shaft. "That feel good?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. My heart rate was picking up again. With renewed vigor I pulled her hands away, Sandi gasped. I wriggled her wet underwear down close to her knees, revealing a fiery tuft of hair about as big as my thumb tip right above her slit, positioned my pole and pushed it into her quim. We both moaned as we made contact again. Sandi threw her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms, in a bear hug, around her slight frame. It was an incredible contrast to fucking Anna; Anna had some girth to her build and those gigantic tits, Sandi was scrawnier muscle and bone. Sandi was breathing heavy pants while pulling on my lower lip with her teeth while I rammed her. I was grunting like a pig sniffing for truffles. To this day I have not actually heard a pig sniffing for truffles, but I'm pretty sure of what it sounds like. Sandi worked her underwear down and kicked it to the hall and I hoisted her up and planted her ass on the counter. She wrapped her legs around me like a vice. The two of us were grinding our hips together. The cat walked into the kitchen and started screaming about something. We ignored her. I shuddered and bucked my hips as I unloaded into her. My body trembled, like I hadn't eaten in three days, but I kept hold of Sandi while she rocked her hips to reach her peak. When done, we froze for a while to catch our breath and necked a bit. * * * We separated and washed up a little using the kitchen sink. I cleaned the counter and Sandi put the tepid food on the table in the nook and put some food out for the cat. I had kicked my pants off to Sandi's stripes, but left my shorts on. Sandi sat bare-assed on a chair. "You should have put some plastic down," I teased. "Shut up," she jabbed back. Sandi dug into her loogie soup and cat liver, I went for my salt and pepper chicken and rice. She made a funny face when she started eating what I was calling bear balls and decided to mooch off of my mu xu pork. I agilely blocked her chopsticks with mine stating that she had had enough pork for the day. We both laughed and then slumped over the rest of our food in relative silence. While cleaning up, Sandi came up behind me and put her arms around me. "Thanks, that was fun," she said. I smiled, wrapped my arm around her and roughed up her still sweat soaked hair. We took a long shower together; making out, playing a little with each other's tender spots, playing with the water temperature, and making sure there was no dirt low-shoulder blade. Afterward we headed to bed, had a long, slow I-love-you-fuck and went to sleep.   Chapter 3 The week progressed without much ado. I, of course, saw Anna at work and we talked a little here and there, like nothing had happened. Neither of us brought up the encounter, which was how it was supposed to work. It appeared that Anna hadn't talked about it with anyone else. The other customer service folks didn't eye me awkwardly or behave any differently when I was around. Sandi was finalizing the negotiations for editing a biweekly historical magazine. She was an author by trade, and had written an incredible amount of stuff; many short stories that were published in various magazines and anthologies; commentaries on books, movies, world events, and even video games that she didn't even play; she had ghostwritten two biographies for two local politicians that no one cared about. I read one of the biographies and it was pretty good, though you wouldn't believe any of the stuff in there if you knew that guy's personality, but it was supposedly true. She did excel in writing, without fluff, about subjects she new little about; perhaps saying that she was a professional researcher would be more accurate. I didn't really get how it all worked out, it seemed kind of absurd, but she had somehow gotten a probationary period of three months with this magazine. If they liked her, they'd continue the contract for the rest of the year and then see what happens after that. Anyway, a somewhat steady income from her was certainly welcome. Many of the things she wrote weren't for pay, and that was a bit of an economic disappointment. My paycheck was nothing to brag about, but it came every other week like clockwork. Sandi's contributions were far between, but usually a sizable sum at one time. I woke up one morning early. I had a couple of hours until I had to be at work. That was odd, I usually pushed the time a little on the short side. Sandi was laying at my side and apparently waiting for my eyes to open like a dog would wait. Before I really had come to my senses, she had rolled onto and straddled me. She was rubbing my chest while she leaned forward a bit, adding pressure. "Can I brush my teeth first?" I asked. Her reply was surprising, "Craig, I want you to bring Anna home." "Um, what is this about?" "You want to fuck her again, right? I want to watch you fuck her." "Are you screwing around without my knowledge?" I asked. It might have sounded like an odd question, but in truth we had both fooled around in the past. We had been together since high school, for around twelve years, and known each other a bit longer. When we got to our twenties, we started experimenting some. For the most part we knew what the other was up to when we were screwing around, that was part of the agreement of our open relationship. Most of those occasions Sandi had brought a girl home with her, though I did on a couple of occasions and she brought a guy home once. There were two occasions within as many years where we had a tiff, not solely because of the extra-relational affairs, and didn't speak to the other for about four months. The second one was about five and a half years prior and we had been straight since then. "No," she replied with a faux-hurt face like she couldn't believe I would think something like that. "I thought it would be fun." "Do you miss our old days or something?" I inquired. "It's not that," she said. It seemed like she was avoiding something. She sighed, "You've seemed kind of dark and down lately. I thought that maybe you were bored." I smiled, "Bored with you?" "Yeah, maybe, I don't know. A little change would be good anyway, right?" "How could I be bored with you? You're my mate, my other half. You're bright and chipper; you're like the smartest person I know, yet have that ditzy, free spirited personality I adore. You're the star that lights my way, a star that I want fly to. I'm never bored with you. I don't need a change." Sandi smiled and I saw a couple of tears run from her eyes. She fell over me and I put my arms around her. "That was pretty corny Craig," she said, "I suppose that you are the dark brooding earth that keeps me grounded, though." "I apologize that I had you concerned. I guess my head's been in the mud lately; work, money, state of the world, and the like." I then remarked facetiously, "I have to take care of it all, you know, the world's counting on me." Then I added, "Can I brush my teeth now?" "Will you invite Anna over?" "Are you bored with me?" I asked. "No, I am not bored with you, but I do want something a little different." "So this is really about you and not me." I stated. "No, it is about you. I thought, by twisting it, whatever apprehension you have might be swayed. I want to see you smile" "I don't think she'll want to do it. It was a silent understanding that it was a one time thing. We haven't talked about it. I don't know how I'll even bring it up." "You'll think of something, you're good at thinking of something." "I can't guarantee when I'll be able to talk to her and that she'll say yes." "Will you do it?" "When I am able. Can I brush my teeth?" Sandi rolled off of me and we went about our days. * * * A good opportunity to talk to Anna didn't come up quickly. Talking to her at work, in the middle of a shift, seemed inappropriate. Then, probably twelve days after Sandi's request, opportunity presented itself. Anna and I walked into work and clocked in at the same time. "Just getting here?" I asked. "Yeah, it's a little earlier than usual, but I guess it will be nice not having to close out the tills and log the complaints for once," she said. I exchanged a few words with her at break, but left the building at lunch. If I encountered her at lunch I didn't want her to think something was suspicious if I was becoming chatty with her. And I purposely took my last break late, being pretty sure hers would be on time. This was going to be a timing game again. I needed to be leaving the building when she did. As luck would have it, I met her at the time clock on the way out. We chatted a bit while leaving the building. There was a new movie that two groups of coworkers had seen and Anna inquired if I had seen it yet. It was a movie I really had no interest in and I repeated a rant Sandi had given me about how that crap is a detriment to society. After we left the building I brought the subject up, "Hey, I wanted to talk." "OK," she said with some hesitation. "Well, about Sandi, she was talking..." Anna interrupted, "It's OK. I know it was a one time thing, I had fun. I'm glad you were able to get back with her. You two are a cute couple, lots of folks think so." Sandi's Fantasy "No, it's not that...well it is," I stammered all over the place. "Wait, let me start this...really, lots of people think we're a cute couple? How does that ever come up?" Anna replied, "Well, you two have come to a few of the holiday parties. There was always good chemistry with you two. And that time you two came to the halloween party as pirates; you two reeked of the sea. The girls all gossip about that stuff." "Yeah," I let out a little laugh, "we might have gone overboard there. We buried our clothes at the beach where they'd get hit by high-tide for two days. Then we let our clothes hang in the sun for about ten days. Hmmm," I was distracted as I thought about the high school classification of me and Sandi that had just been revealed to me. Sandi would probably like that. I went back to topic, "Let me start over. This sounds bad, but Sandi and I never broke up or had any rocky incident." Anna's eyes darkened. "What the hell was that about then? Wait, I don't even want to know." She turned and started off. Great! I had pissed her off. "Wait, Anna. Can you hear me out?" She turned around and glared at me. "Sandi had a fantasy that I acted out on. It involved you. You should have been in on it. I apologize, I acted impulsively." This wasn't going well. "Sandi has extended an invitation for you to come over." "What, are you just a couple of pervs? Are you that whipped that you just do anything she says?" Anna spat. "Somewhat pervs and I'm quite smitten by her, so yes." I answered. Then I added, "The cutest couple likes you and would like for you to come over." Shaking her head, Anna gave a smirk of disbelief. "Whatever," she walked away. "Wait!" I called to her. I was quickly scribbling on a scrap of paper. "On the chance that the Ninth Circle of Dante's Hell becomes an Inferno and you want to have some fun, here's my number." I stuffed the paper in her hand. She crumpled it and walked away. "Oh well," I thought to myself. * * * I got home, threw my keys, change, wallet, and phone on the kitchen counter near the front door. I found Sandi in our room typing away and swaying to something of Voltaire's non-country, non-kiddie works. She was wearing a ridiculously short plaid skirt and a tight, plain, pink t-shirt that said on the front, "Good Girls Go To Heaven, Bad Girls Go Down". She was also wearing a hairband that had cat ears on it. The cat was weaving around her legs. "Well, I goofed pretty bad," I said. She spun in her chair to look at me. "Anna's pretty pissed. Pigs will fly and Tea Partiers will be sane before she talks to me again," I sighed, Sandi looked a bit bummed. I had been getting a little hyped about Anna and was, therefore, feeling bummed too. "On a lighter note, we have apparently been best couple for the last several years." "Huh?" "We were noticed at the holiday parties that we attended. It would have been quite distressing for the hens if we had broken up like I led Anna to believe we had." "Hens? What are you talking about?" Sandi asked. "The gossips at work. We are quite an item." Sandi smiled and came over and hugged me. She had a really light scent of vanilla and orange about her. "That's pretty cool, besides being twelve or so years late to care about it." She said. "Were you eating ice cream?" I asked. "No. Why?" "You smell like vanilla and orange checkered ice cream." "That's what this fragrance is supposed to be," she smiled. I laughed as I headed for the bathroom, "That's awesome. I think I know what I want for dessert. Right now I'm going to hit the shower, though. What's for dinner?" "Bear balls," Sandi called back. I groaned, "I'll skip straight to dessert." * * * I dried off, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed out to the kitchen. Sandi was throwing together some pasta and jarred sauce. I pulled the parmesan out of the fridge and put it on some buttered sourdough slices to throw in the oven for a couple of minutes. Oh yeah, quality meal right there. My phone buzzed on the counter. I didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" I answered. After hearing the reply I covered the microphone and whispered to Sandi, "Turn the TV on. Someone in the Tea Party said something intelligent." Sandi put her hands in front of her, describing large tits. I nodded in response. She smiled and did a faux ballerina twirl; she was getting hyped. "Right, right," I acknowledged to Anna. "Really, I feel bad...No we're just hanging around, no plans. We were just going to eat some all American jarred food." Anna reiterated that she had had fun with me and over and over again mentioned that Sandi and I were asses and then stated she was game and wanted to come over. "Yeah, tonight's fine. What time frame are you looking at?" Sandi walked by and blurted out, too loudly, "Tell her to clean her ass." "No, no, ignore her. That's not what she's implying, she's kidding...right, that's what she's thinking about...unless you're up for it. I swear, our place is surprisingly normal," I tried to cover for Sandi as I glared at her, what a little pisser. "Yeah, we're at the Commonwealth Apartments, right, how did you know?" I was a little surprised. "Oh, that's right. Our number is 2A. The complex is kind of odd, the big numbers are in front, we'll be towards the back. Park in any of the non-covered spots" Sandi was putting our food on plates and threw the bread in the oven. "OK, we'll see you then. Hey, I have a request since your mobile, if you don't mind? Could you stop at the store and get some vanilla and orange checkered ice cream?" * * * "When is she coming over?" Sandi asked and took a bite of our parmesan toast. She was giggling and quite giddy. "She said around ten," I replied. I was wearing a smile too. While it was all too easy for Sandi to get excited like this, it certainly lightened the air and was fun to watch. I was also getting excited for tonight. "You're brightening up." Sandi observed. "I'm sorry. It shouldn't be because another girl is coming over." "Don't worry. It's going to be fun. We're going to have fun. Ten is getting kind of late, isn't it?" "Yeah, Anna suggested calling in tomorrow." Sandi smiled. "If she mentions your fantasy, she was part of it from the get go, OK?" I enforced in Sandi one thing I had told Anna that wasn't quite true. The next couple of hours went by a little on the slow side. Sandi cleaned up and came out with the same outfit including the cat ears. She teased me through my shorts; she thought it would be funny if I answered the door with my boner stretching them out. I told her to cut it out. She went back to typing and I checked The TV to see if anything had indeed happened. Either the news stations had not yet gotten the news or things were still kind of dim; probably the latter. "Dipshits." I thought to my self. * * * Finally there was a knock at the door. Sandi was at the door before the knocks ended. When I approached, the door was opening and Sandi was somewhat hidden behind the door as it opened. "Hi Anna." I greeted. "Wow, automatic door?" she asked. "No," I glanced at Sandi, "not quite." Anna was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nothing fancy. The t-shirt was snug and showing off her curves. "You're not leaving much to the imagination." Anna observed as she scoped my underwear and t-shirt that I was in. "Well, I am at home and just lounging." I replied. Sandi poked her head out from behind me, as a child might when they were meeting a stranger. "Wow," she whispered as she scoped Anna's bod. "I brought your ice cream. I hope you're planning something straight with it." Anna stated. I took it from her, "Just planning on eating it, had a craving. Come in. You remember Sandi?" I took the ice cream to the freezer. I heard the door close and then a startled laugh. Going back to the entry I saw Sandi had come up behind Anna and reached around to fondle her breasts. "Wow Craig look at these! You're right, they are firm. Is that just your bra?" Sandi asked. Anna made a shy laugh, "No, I had a lift done a few years ago. In clothes, they don't look too much different," she placed one of her hands over Sandi's and shook her breasts, "but they hang better now when loose." "Can I get you anything? Water, milk, bear balls, tequila?" "No, I finished a bottle earlier and brought another," she held up a bottle of shiraz that I somehow missed. "Bear balls?" I just ignored the question, better to leave the bear balls a mystery. "Do you want to open that up?" "Unless you guys want some now, I have had enough for now." I then noticed that her voice did have an ever-so-slight slur to it and her face was flushed. I put the wine on the counter and took Anna's hand and led her to the bedroom. Sandi was holding and kneading the whole time while giggling. Had she hit the tequila when I wasn't looking? I pointed out the living room that was just past the kitchen entry, you could get to it through the entry hall or through the other side of the kitchen. We went down the little hall to the bedroom, "It's a one bedroom, but it has a master and hall bathroom. It's a pretty cool setup." The cat flew out of the bedroom, batted at my feet as I walked, jumped and turned 180 degrees mid-air, and tore back into the room. "What the hell was that?" Anna asked. "Akuma." Sandi responded with an air of foreboding mystery. We entered the bedroom. "King bed," I smiled as pointed out. Sandi spun off of Anna, in one of her faux ballerina spins, and made her way to the bathroom. I heard teeth being brushed shortly after. Anna sat on the bed and hung her head a little. "Are you all right?" I asked She looked up at me, "Yeah, I'm a little nervous and a little tipsy. Sandi's going to join?" "Her original request was to watch, but I imagine she'll join in. Is that all right?" "It feels kind of weird. I haven't ever fooled around with another girl. It's not something I ever desired or thought I would." Anna replied. "I also had an asshole ex that was a little too pushy for me to try." "For real, don't do anything you're uncomfortable with. We're pretty lax. I mean look," I pointed upward, "for pervs, we don't even have a mirror on the ceiling." I laughed, "And Sandi can be shooed if need be." Anna smiled. I sat down next to her on her left. I turned and moved my left hand softly across her belly, wrapped around her opposite side and kissed her. She responded in kind and put her left arm around my back. The bed shifted as Sandi hopped on. I pulled away from Ann, "You heard?" referring to Anna's concern. "Yeah." * * * Anna and I made out for a while. Sandi eventually came up behind and wrapped her arms around me. She rubbed one hand over my chest and the fingers of her other through my hair and sometimes I felt her chin on my shoulder as she watched, other times she was kissing and sucking on my neck. She sometimes goes through a vampire phase and bites. I was glad she wasn't doing that that night. She also has caps that she puts on her canines that go with that phase. I was also glad that she didn't have those in. Eventually we parted mouths and I started to work on Anna's shirt, Sandi still clung behind me and watched. Anna helped out with her shirt. The sight was impressive. She was wearing a black bra with emerald green trim and embroidery. It gave full cover, exposing very little flesh. There was practically no gap between fabric and breast and the bra was not biting into her flesh causing that weird double boob look. The band was wide all around back. Bras that fit were hot. I never cared for the look of the ones biting into the chest or the ones that were more bra than boob. As a guy it looked uncomfortable, I couldn't imagine how the gal felt. "Wow." Sandi said lowly, right next to my ear. I turned my head toward Sandi's and smiled in agreement. I reached my hands over and lifted and squeezed. Anna looked down and watched. She had a slight smile. Sandi reached one of her hands out and tentatively touched Anna's left breast. Anna didn't object and Sandi just lightly rubbed her fingers over the curve, just feeling the fabric. She giggled a little and shifted anxiously behind me. Other than occasionally wearing a spandex-like sports bra, Sandi didn't wear them. She didn't really have need, most of them just gave that too much bra, not enough boob look on her small frame. I guessed that bras were a novel idea for her. Anna put an arm behind her back and unclasped her confines. She then did a little bit of a tease while holding her front with one arm and slipping the other arm out of its strap and then swapping. When she was done she pulled her arms away and her bra stayed in place. I smiled, I was memorized. A few seconds passed and Sandi batted the bra off, it fell to the floor. Anna let out a laugh in response to Sandi's motion. Anna's nipples weren't at attention, they were practically smooth. Her areolae had to be close to three inches in diameter. "Wow," both Sandi and I said in unison. Yeah, if it wasn't obvious, we are titpigs. I went back to shifting and squeezing. Sandi stayed clinging to me, probably feeling that touching raw boob might be pushing the comfort boundary at that moment. Anna's skin was soft and smooth and cool to the touch. I closed my eyes for a second and flashed back to when I fucked her at work. I had seen so little then, and I was kind of recreating the scene with the new imagery available. "I seem to remember something about face burying." Anna's statement brought me back from my reverie. I must have had a shit-eating grin on my face as I looked at Anna. My cock had been at attention for a little while now, and I could feel a wet spot forming where precum had finally emerged in response to that statement. She smiled back and I pushed her shoulder gently and she lowered herself backward. I didn't spend too much time observing how her tits flattened a little and jiggled as she laid back, I just pounced. Anna was squeezing here tits in an undulating fashion, I could feel the jiggle against my face. I rocked my face back and forth. I felt my stubble brush across her smooth skin and wondered how that felt to her. Anna wasn't complaining. Sandi had sat back and was no longer clinging while I faced planted into Anna's chest. I heard her giggle some more as I brought my head up and mouthed Anna's nipples. "Awww, does Craig miss his momma?" Sandi teased. Anna's head rocked to the side as she looked away laughed. It appeared that she was probably more embarrassed from Sandi's jest than I would ever be. Anna let out a couple of quite moans as I was coaxing her nipples up. They weren't quite what I felt before, but again it could be that visual disconnect. I felt the bed shift as Sandi got off and then felt her hands near my side as she unfastened Anna's belt. Anna shifted her weight and lifted her hips after the sound of a zipper and Sandi was wiggling her jeans off. I pulled away from Anna's pillows to see what Sandi had uncovered. I absently had a hand cupped over Anna's breast while I rubbed my thumb back and forth over her nipple. She was wearing the same style boyshorts as before. These matched her bra, black with emerald trim. Sandi was behind me again, looking over my shoulder. She was rubbing my dick through my shorts. I moved my hand down to Anna's leg and rubbed the length of her thigh and then rubbed inside the thigh and back out again. I teased a little, being careful not to touch her sweet spot. I watched my hand on the curve of her leg and then looked back to her face. Anna's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. "Let me play with you cock." Anna requested. I stood up, Anna sat up, and Sandi stayed kneeling on the bed. They both watched as I pulled my clothes off; it felt odd to be the center of attention like that. I pulled my shirt off and then my shorts. I kept a close legged stance and as I pulled my shorts down I tucked my cock and balls between my legs. I stood up and stretched and I heard a couple of giggles. There was that stupid naked man with an erection again. "OK, magic trick's over mister." Sandi said as she patted my ass a couple of times. I took a normal stance and my pole popped up prominently. "You're right, it is nothing special." Anna commented with a smirk. I gave her a sour look, "It's OK if I make fun of my junk, it isn't if someone else does. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." Sandi laughed and said theatrically, "I've always been blinded by my love for him, but now that you mention it Anna..." I turned and glared at Sandi. They both laughed. Anna shifted her panties down. Sandi hopped off of the bed, let her skirt drop after unzipping it, and kicked it across the room to where the cat was cleaning the inside of her rear leg. Akuma jumped with a start and leaped out of the room making a stuttered, irritated meow. Sandi was wearing really low rise butt floss. The front left little to the imagination and was so low that the tip of her already minimal fuzz was showing. She pulled her shirt off, exposing her swollen areolae and firm nipples. I turned to Sandi and put my arms around her, squeezing her ass. I leaned forward and kissed her. "You don't really deserve that after what you said." She smirked and I stepped away. She looked down at herself and rubbed two fingers along her belly where I had left a mark. Sandi stepped close and put those two fingers in my mouth. I could definitely taste the metallic alkaline flavor of my precum. Sandi pulled her fingers out of my mouth and I hopped on the bed. I laid on my side and had my head near Anna's crotch and my cock near her head. She grabbed me instantly and started stroking. Sandi hopped back on the bed and crawled over to where Anna was working and started rubbing my balls. I heard them both giggle again. I rubbed my hand around Anna's thighs and groin. I put my index and middle fingers on either side of her slit and rocked them back and forth. The dick stroking stopped and she let out a long moan. "Hey Sandi, take a look at Anna's hair." She had what, I think, is called a flame cut. Anna's hair was dark, so there was a lot of contrast from the center to where it thinned outward. Sandi was spooning me almost instantaneously with her head over my shoulder. "Cool, looks like a lot of work." "I do put a little time into it." Anna said. "Wow, you weren't kidding about her clit. Her nipples either." Sandi said. She reached her hand to Anna's crotch and then pulled her hand back before making contact, again probably thinking about boundaries. We went back to our caressing. Sandi watched what I was doing. I ran my middle finger along Anna's snatch, the whole length running along her eraser tip clit, and the cock stroking stopped again. I smiled. "Fuck." Anna said softly. It didn't really sound like an ecstatic "Fuck," it sounded more like a resigned "Fuck". I chose to ignore it to see what played out and I continued on Anna's nether. Anna's hand stopped again on my cock and was moving between my legs. I wasn't sure what she was up to, but it became clear that she wanted me to lift my leg. I propped my leg up and I could feel her hand working behind me. At first I thought she was being very adventurous with me, but I realized that she wasn't making direct contact with me and then Sandi made a loud squeal in my ear. Sandi shuddered and kicked and latched onto me around my right arm and shoulder. I could guess what had happened, but I was in disbelief. I looked down towards Anna's head and could then see that she was definitely looking at and playing with Sandi between my legs. Sandi calmed down, propped her leg too and she let out soft laughs interspersed with soft moans while teething my shoulder. Well, at least it wasn't biting.