3 comments/ 35387 views/ 13 favorites Annie's Weekend of Discovery Ch. 01 By: FantasiesR4Real Part 1. I awoke in the dark to the glow from my clock radio. It was only 5 AM, and I still had 30 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I started thinking about my upcoming business trip, and the days and nights I'd be spending apart from the naked beauty sleeping next to me. Not wanting to waste the little time I had left, I rolled to my right and wrapped my arms around Annie's body, cupping one breast in my hand as my nose nuzzled the hair that covered her ear, and my bare flesh pressed against hers. I moved her hair from her neck and started kissing and licking, and she almost immediately started to awaken, moving her hand to cover mine and squeeze it more tightly around her breast. Instinctively, I started a slow thrusting motion against her as the excitement started to build in me and my erection grew more solid between us. She lifted her hand and reached over her shoulder to my neck, encouraging me to keep kissing her neck and shoulders. My hand shifted to her other breast, and I could feel her nipple harden under my fingers. I squeezed gently but firmly and felt her purr as she enjoyed my touch. She reached between her legs and found my hard shaft, sliding back and forth outside her already wet lips. Sensing that she was moist enough to accept me, she pointed my hard cock at her opening and pressed back against me as I slid quickly inside her. I pressed hard against her in reply, and squeezed her breast even harder as the intense pleasure reached all the way through me. My thrusts came deep and steady, increasing rapidly as I lost myself in the sensations she was bringing me. Her moans turned to cries of pleasure as I thrust as deeply and steadily as I could, until I had to catch my breath. Wanting to enjoy the taste of her lips and the pleasure of feeling her naked chest pressed against me, I rolled her onto her back and crawled between her legs. I lowered myself down and kissed her deeply, loving how she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I slid back inside of her without even trying, and resumed the thrusting as her kisses turned to muffled moans. I shifted my weight so that I could press against both her swollen clitoris and her G-Spot as I thrust into her, and lifted myself up so I could look into her eyes as the final moments before her climax ticked away. Her eyes opened, and then closed in a near tearful expression before she gasped in a deep breath and erupted into a loud cry of ecstasy. She convulsed hard, clutching at my back while her spasms caused her to lose control. I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock as she climaxed, and as it always happens, that caused me to come as well. I let out a large bear growl and collapsed on top of her as the hot white cum gushed out of me, filling her insides and spilling down her crack to the sheets. Neither of us could move as we caught our breath. When we did, I kissed her and looked silently into her eyes. She said, "I'm going to miss you...I hate it when you're gone." "I know, Baby," I replied. "I'll only be gone a few days. We can celebrate when I get back." I reluctantly crawled out of bed, showered and got dressed. I closed up my suitcase, and before I left, I sat next to her on the bed and brushed the hair away from her face. I leaned in for another kiss, and then said, "I don't want you to have to spend these next few days alone. I've made some plans for you, and I left you a note downstairs on the kitchen table. You MAY NOT look at the card until after I leave, and you don't have to take me up on this offer if you don't want to...it's 100 percent your choice." The look on her face was a combination of confusion, surprise, and excitement. "You did WHAT? Are you serious?" she asked. "Yep! I think you'll like my plan—but again, it's up to you," I said with a smile. One more kiss goodbye, and off I went, downstairs and through the kitchen door toward the garage. I listened, and immediately heard her racing down the stairs to see what I'd concocted for her. As I drove away, Annie found the note, right where I said she would. She opened it excitedly, and read, "Dear Annie, I'm sorry I have to leave you alone for the next few days...but you don't have to spend the time alone if you don't want to. Here's what you should do: Go to the Stonehouse Hotel tonight at 7 pm. Sit at the bar at the restaurant and wait. Someone will meet you there and explain the rest of the plan to you. Have fun...and wear something that makes it abundantly clear to everyone there that you do not intend to leave the hotel alone tonight. I love you. Robert." Her heart raced as she read the note again and again. She wondered aloud, "What in the WORLD does he mean by all of this?" A steady whirlwind of excitement, wonder and confusion wracked her brain. Finally, she sent me a text message that simply said, "Are you serious?" "Of course. Enjoy!" came my reply. She spent the rest of the day planning and wondering. What to wear? Who would be there? What was going to happen? Why is this day taking so DAMN LONG? She remembered my instructions, and picked out her favorite and most daring little black dress. Soft and slinky, this little number accentuated her large breasts and showed her curves in the best way possible. Finally, it was just short enough to let everyone see what amazing legs she has, especially when she wears the right shoes. She picked out my favorite black high heels and stockings that went up her long legs just higher than the hem of her skirt. The questions kept flying through her mind as she showered, got dressed, drove to the hotel, and walked in from the parking lot. Once or twice, she almost turned around and went back to the car, but the excitement and anticipation overcame and strengthened her, and she walked slowly into the bar and sat down. She ordered a drink and pensively scanned the bar. She had attracted quite a bit of attention when she walked in and sat down, but there were mostly couples and large groups scattered around the bar. As she drank, she noticed one or two people looking her way...one of them being quite handsome, yet unfamiliar to her. His gaze lingered until she blushed and turned her head demurely. When she worked up the courage to look back, he was looking to the side, but was looking her way again in no time. "Is this the guy I'm supposed to be meeting tonight?" she wondered, hopefully. Her heart started to race again as he got up and walked around the bar toward her, with a big smile on his face. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice behind her. "Annie! How are you doing?" She shrieked in surprise, and spun around to see a familiar face. "Michael! Wow, you startled me!" she said in a loud voice. Michael was an old friend of ours, whom she hadn't seen for at least three months. She was happy to see him, but panicked a bit, wondering if he would see her leaving with her "special friend" for the night, whoever it was. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm happy to see you. In fact, I was looking for you...and THIS guy, too!" he said as he reached past me and shook the hand of...the man Annie was trading glances with! "Hey Michael, how are you doing?" the stranger said with a smile. "I'm great! It's been a long time, but you look great! Oh...Tom, have you met Annie yet?" was his reply. "Not yet...was just on my way over when you walked in!" came his reply. Annie was now supremely confused. Her old friend Michael was there, looking for her, and he knew this stranger who had caught her eye just a few minutes earlier. "Wait...you KNOW each other? What are you doing here?" she asked. Michael reached into his sports coat and pulled out...an envelope. It looked remarkably like the one she had found on our kitchen table that morning, with her instructions. Tom did the same thing. Annie blushed with embarrassment and almost fell back onto her bar stool. "It seems your husband wanted you to spend some time with one or both of us this weekend...if you want to," Michael said with a grin. With that, he handed her his envelope. Inside, she found a note that said, "Dear Annie, Michael and Tom have agreed to keep you company all weekend, if you're interested. You've known Michael forever, and Tom is an old friend from school. I trust them both completely, and you should, too. You can leave any time, or stay as long as you want to...and anything you want to do is fine with me. ANYTHING. Have fun. I love you, and will see you on Tuesday. Love, Robert." Annie and I had never engaged in any activity that we considered to be true "swinging." We had gone skinny-dipping with friends, and let our friends watch us having sex while we watched them in return. We'd even planned weekend getaways with other couples where we explored the boundaries of our sexual freedoms, but we had never shared direct sexual contact with anyone else since we'd met. She took a minute to assess what she'd just read and make sense of it. "Robert says it's okay if I spend the weekend with you?" she said in a confused voice. "Yep. But only if you want to. It's totally your call," Michael said. "My company put me into a luxury suite upstairs, Annie. We can all go up there after dinner if you want, or you can walk out of here any time. I can even leave you and Michael alone if that's what you want," Tom said. Annie flushed as she imagined the possibilities. Here she was with two handsome men, with her husband's permission to enjoy the weekend with one or both of them. It scrambled her brain, but it also sounded intriguingly fascinating. "Well, I think we should have dinner and spend some time talking before we figure out what comes next!" Annie replied. Dinner seemed to fly by, aided by several rounds of drinks for all. By the time the tab came, all three were laughing out loud joking, and flirting openly. Tom paid the bill, and they got up from the table and walked to the lobby together. There was an air of uncertainty and apprehension, until Annie said, "Well, we may as well all go check out that luxury suite of yours, Tom!" and headed briskly toward the elevator. Tom and Michael followed quickly, and they fell into the first elevator to open its doors. As if on cue, both men wrapped their hands around Annie's waist and leaned in for a kiss as an elderly couple approached the closing elevator doors, just in time to see Annie's eyes close in a mischievous smile. The ride to the 10th floor could not have been fast enough, and the three friends raced to Tom's suite. Tom slid the key card through the slot and yanked the door open, pulling Annie in behind him, followed immediately by Michael. Annie immediately kicked off her heels as both men pressed her back against the closed door and started kissing and groping her. She wrapped her arms around their necks and took turns kissing each one as their hands slid up and down her body, squeezing her breasts and teasing her stomach. She gasped, "Just a minute..." and waited until they'd given her a few inches of space before she reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. She slowly and seductively lowered the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, then down to the floor, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and thigh-high hose. The two anxious men eagerly drank in the view, and without hesitation, they both closed in on her again, kissing, touching, tasting and feeling. The touch of their hands and lips on her left her tingly, and it showed in many ways: the goose bumps, the bright red flush of her skin, the rapid breathing, and most notably, her erect nipples that practically burst through her bra. She kissed them and reveled in their touch until she needed to catch her breath, at which time she pushed them aside, grabbed them each by their belts, and led them to the bedroom. Once there, she shoved Tom to the bed, and turned Michael toward her. She pulled his shirt open so roughly that she ripped the buttons clean off. She unbuckled his belt, and slid his pants to the ground. She then pushed him onto the bed next to Tom, and moved her attention over to her other guest. She boldly straddled Tom and removed his shirt in the same manner, buttons flying in the process. In a second, he was wearing only his boxer-briefs. Annie knelt between her two escorts. She ran her hands gently from their knees up their inner thighs. She then reached behind her and unfastened her bra, removing it seductively and tossing it across the room. They stared at her amazing breasts as she smiled in return. She then reached back down to tease some more, and to assess the "qualities" of the two men who would have her tonight. Michael had a strong build, and his briefs bulged with what she found to be a larger-than-average and semi-erect cock. He moaned audibly as she squeezed and sized him up with her hand as he swelled fully. In one swift move, she removed his boxers, grabbed his shaft again, and shifted her attention to Tom. Taller and more athletic that Michael, he also had a bulge in his boxers—but not like Michael's. She could tell just from looking that there was more to this surprise, and she was right. Annie almost gasped when she tried to wrap her fingers around Tom's girth, and found that she could not. Fully erect, there was plenty of skin left between her middle finger and thumb as she tried to encircle him with her hand. There was no bending him, either. This was going to be the best weekend EVER. Annie's Weekend of Discovery Ch. 02 Annie was trying to imagine how this scenario was going to play out. She was kneeling between two eager and nearly naked men, and they were hers for the weekend—and she, theirs. She slowly stroked both cocks, feeling them harden to almost unbelievable firmness in her hands. She bent over and gently kissed Michael's stomach and hips, and then did the same to Tom. Tom moaned softly, and raised up to her mouth just a bit, showing his excitement about the treatment he was receiving. Annie reached down and wrapped the fingers of both hands in the waistband of Tom's boxer-briefs, and slowly but deliberately slid them down his legs and past his feet. She threw the briefs aside and examined every inch of his naked body, thinking of the things she wanted to do with him over the next couple days and nights. She then repeated that process, casting aside Michael's boxers in similar fashion, and enjoyed the sight of his naked body as well. Annie planned to spend a few minutes tasting both of her play toys, but she had been outvoted. Both men reached up and pulled her onto the bed between them, and rolled toward her. They flipped her onto her back, and lavished her body with kisses, licks and nibbles while she closed her eyes and melted into the bed. Strong hands pulled her panties past her knees and off her feet. While Tom kissed her mouth and teased her breasts with his fingers, Michael started kissing his way down her belly. Though he could not wait to taste her already glistening pussy, he took his time getting there. The goose bumps popped across her skin as she became more and more sensitive to all the touches she was feeling, and every touch made her tingle even more. Michael next moved between her legs and placed his face just inches from her aching pussy. Instinctively, she lifted her legs and rested them on his back, anticipating Michael's assault on her most sensitive spots. Annie could feel his breath on her wet and rapidly swelling lips. He kissed within inches of his target, moving incrementally closer each time. When she couldn't stand the teasing any more, she reached her hand down and wrapped her fingers in Michael's hair and pulled him into her flesh. He quickly opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around her pussy, sucking her into his mouth as she let out a muffled shriek into Tom's mouth, which was locked onto hers. Her free hand moved to Tom's hard shaft, and she squeezed and rubbed her hand slowly up and down the full length of his cock as she reveled in Michael's licking and sucking. Again, she marveled at the sheer girth of his cock, trying to imagine how she'd be able to handle it with anything other than her hands. Michael settled into a steady pattern of licking, sucking and flicking with this tongue, and listened to Annie's moans to determine what was working best. When he used his lips to encircle the top half of her vagina, and introduced a slight amount of suction while he flicked his tongue across her clitoris, she let out an audible gasp and dug her heels into Michael's back so abruptly that it startled all three of them. She pushed Tom away and started inhaling deeply and moaning as if she'd lost control of her breathing. Tom leaned down and started sucking on her nipple while cupping her other breast with his hand, and Michael continued his licking and sucking as he grasped hold of her legs to keep her from bouncing off the bed as she started to buck and convulse. In just a few seconds, she took in one more deep breath, and then let out a long, high-pitched shriek as her heels dug into Michael's back. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and she lost the ability to continue stroking Tom's cock, but squeezed as hard as she could in her weakened state. When he was able to move his mouth without setting Annie into more convulsions, Michael slowly worked his way past her hips and belly, kissing and nibbling all the way. Tom leaned back enough to make room for Michael as he fell onto Annie and kissed her deeply as his hard cock teased her sensitive lips. Annie reached between them and pointed the tip of his shaft at her swollen and drenched pussy, and begged him to fuck her. "I need to feel you inside of me, Michael...please don't tease me any more!" she pleaded. Michael leaned forward, slowly sliding into Annie's hot, wet pussy inch by explosive inch. She gulped in a quick breath as he started to fill her, and let out a long exhale as he continued to slip deeper and deeper into her. She squeezed him involuntarily, causing him to moan out loud. "Oh, GOD, Annie...you feel amazing!" he whispered, his lips touching her ear. "You do, too, Michael!" she replied, lifting her knees to Michael's ribs, and wrapping one arm around his neck while cupping his ass with the other hand. She gently rolled her hips, generating some motion between them, communicating without words what she wanted. "Now quit making me wait, Michael. Just fuck me!" she whispered back. Their lips locked together again, and Michael started a slow, steady motion, pulling back so that the head of his cock was barely touching her lips, then plunging back in until he was fully inside of her. In unison, they moaned every time he reached the deepest part of the strokes, and Annie could already feel another climax welling up inside of her as he tickled her G-Spot. Imperceptibly, Michael's rhythm picked up speed, and he reached one hand underneath Annie to clutch her ass cheek as he thrust into her faster and faster. Annie reached both hands over her head and found Tom still sitting there. She used both hands to hold onto his still-swollen cock, and started to call out as her second orgasm struck in less than ten minutes. The convulsing and squeezing was more than Michael could handle, and he immediately arched his back and moaned loudly toward the ceiling as he felt his own climax erupting inside of her. They both felt his warm cum filling her up, blast after blast splashing into her. He collapsed back on top of her, and they both tried to catch their breath for a few moments as he rolled to his side and lay next to her. Tom eagerly took his place on the other side of the bed, next to Annie. As he snuggled up next to her, she turned to him and kissed him, while reaching down with her hand to find his monster cock again. Even in a half-aroused state, he was still bigger than she could hold with one hand. She kept kissing and touching him until she could feel him back to his full state of arousal, and wondered if she would really be able to accommodate his size or length...but she was definitely going to give it her best try. Annie rolled away from Tom, and then backed herself toward him, using her hand to guide his enormous shaft between her legs. He wrapped an arm around her and cupped her breast, feeling her impossibly hard nipple with the palm of his hand. Annie moaned as he gently squeezed and kneaded her full breast, teasing her nipple with his fingers while he kissed her neck and shoulder. She rubbed the head of his cock along her already swollen and drenched pussy lips until she was sure he was as wet as possible, and prepared herself for what was sure to be a new experience. Annie then placed the head of Tom's hard cock against her wet opening and took a slow, deep breath. Tom whispered, "Are you ready?" Annie replied, "As ready as I'll ever be...let's do this!" Removing his hand from her breast and placing it firmly on her hip, Tom started to lean into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. As the first two inches or so of his rod slid into her, Annie let out a loud, "Holy FUCK!" and gasped loudly, trying to take in more air. Tom paused momentarily, not wanting to cause her any discomfort, but she cried out, "No...no...keep going," and pressed back against him. She had never felt this much pressure, and started to wonder if she'd really be able to do this. Tom withdrew a fraction of his cock, and then slowly resumed his assault on tight Annie's pussy. He found this next stroke to be a little easier, as if she were stretching as necessary to let him in. He paused, however, when she gasped again, and he felt resistance at the tip of his cock, as if he had found the forward wall of her vagina. Again he paused, while Annie took a series of fast, shallow breaths and pressed her hand back against Tom's hip momentarily. When her breathing slowed, she started a gentle rocking motion, inviting Tom to resume thrusting. Slowly, Tom moved his hips back, and then forward again. He used his hand on her hip to control her movements as the depth and speed of his motions increased. Annie let out a muffled cry with each thrust, the volume and pitch of her voice increasing noticeably every time Tom's cock slid into her. When it was obvious that Annie was handling him comfortably, Tom moved his hand between her legs and laid his fingers across her swollen pussy, and felt the full length of his shaft sliding in and out of her body. He gently teased her lips, and marveled at her wetness and the fullness of her clitoris. As he withdrew on one stroke, he dipped two fingers into her wet pussy, and covered them with her natural lubricant before sliding effortlessly back inside of her. He then used his wet fingers for to tease her clitoris to another screaming climax, and then followed suit less than a minute later while she continued to convulse and shake on his enormous rod. Tom's hot cum nearly squirted out of Annie's pussy when he thrust into her after depositing what felt like a pint of warmth inside of her, and Annie called out in ecstasy one more time. Annie lay silently trying to catch her breath, and didn't say a thing until Tom withdrew from her. "Oh, my GOD, Tom...at first I didn't think I'd be able to take all of you inside of me, but then I couldn't get enough!" she said while trying to re-wet her lips. Tom kissed her neck one more time, gave both of her breasts a friendly squeeze, and then rolled onto his back as he caught his own breath. Utterly exhausted for the time being, Annie climbed to the middle of the bed and pulled the covers up to her ribs, leaving her breasts on display while saying, "I don't know about you two, but I am BEAT! How about a little nap?" Michael took his position on one side of her, and Tom jumped up to turn out the lights and open the blinds before taking his place to Annie's other side. Annie kissed both of her friends goodnight, and the lights of the city illuminated the room just enough to let them look at each other and smile, thinking about tomorrow. Annie's Weekend of Discovery Ch. 03 Annie awoke to the sound of the shower. The morning sun was streaming through the open curtain over the sliding door to the tiny patio, and she strained to open her eyes in the bright light. She quickly decided it was not worth the effort, and laid her head back on the pillow. Memories of the night before came flooding back to her. It was a night of firsts for her, and she smiled, knowing her weekend was not yet over. She slid her hand under the sheet, past her bare belly and between her legs. As she suspected, her vagina still tingled from the previous night's raucous activities. It was a good tingle...a delicious sensation. She could feel someone lying next to her. The other side of the bed was empty. Without opening her eyes, she reached her hand to the side where her nude bed mate lie sleeping. "Which one is this?" she wondered. Her hand slid down his naked flesh until she found a very large—though mostly flaccid—cock. "Tom," she thought to herself and smiled. Annie rolled toward the man, and gently kissed his shoulder as she squeezed and stroked his shaft. Though he didn't appear to be waking up, she felt him swell steadily in her hand. She kissed her way down his arm and across to his stomach, and scooted down his body until she could rest her head on his belly. She wanted to have a close-up look at the monster cock that had stretched her beyond anything she had ever experienced the night before. She wanted to lick it and taste his pre-cum...maybe even feel what it tasted like to have him fill her mouth with the same kind of load he'd filled her pussy with earlier. She stared at the head of his cock, and watched as his foreskin moved up and over the tip as she pulled and squeezed. Imperceptibly, Tom started moving beneath her, gently thrusting his hips toward her with each stroke. Annie watched as a tiny drop of clear liquid oozed from the tip of his cock. She moved closer and slid her tongue across it, and gathered the drop on the tip of her tongue. It tasted wonderful, so she engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth. The sheer size of Tom's now fully erect cock prevented her from taking very much of it in her mouth, but her movement, coupled with her firm strokes and Tom's shallow thrusts, was having the desired effect. Tom, now fully awake yet still in a daze, slid his hand across Annie's naked back and ran his fingers through her hair until his fingers were wrapped across the back of her head. He was amazed at Annie's skill...it was as if she knew exactly what he wanted. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could for several strokes, then switched to swirls with her tongue and gentle sucking with her lips until she was ready for his thrusts again. Annie listened to Tom's breathing, and as it became more shallow and broken, she knew he was close. She raised up onto her knees and kept up her sucking and rubbing, more vigorously every second as she sensed Tom's pending climax. He lifted his knees and gently grabbed Annie's hair as he went over the edge, unleashing a huge load of hot cum right into Annie's hungry mouth. She tried to capture all of it, but she felt she might drown if she didn't let it spill out from between her lips. She did gulp down a mouthful when the surges subsided, and couldn't remember ever tasting anything so delicious. She continued licking and sucking as the rest of his load dribbled down his shaft and across her hand, which she kept stroking up and down the log between his legs. Before Tom's breath even returned to normal, he sat up and grabbed her by the arms, and pulled her down on top of him as he lay back down on the bed. He pulled her mouth to his, and could not help but taste himself on her lips and tongue. They kissed passionately for what seemed like several minutes, while Annie straddled him and rubbed her naked body against his. She felt his still-hard cock between their bellies, so she reached between them and positioned the tip at the entrance to her now drenched and still tingling pussy. Tom took charge, and pulled her hands around her body and wrapped his own arms around her, holding her hands firmly behind her back. His big hands easily controlled both of her arms, and he used his other hand to cup her rounded ass cheek as he thrust hard upward, sliding instantly deeper than he had been able to reach the previous night. Annie called out loudly, and almost fainted when her pussy swallowed that cock. She buried her mouth in his neck and moaned with every stroke, feeling the familiar sensation of him stretching her past what she thought was possible just 12 hours earlier. Tom was a driven man. He released her hands and wrapped his arm around her waist, still cupping and squeezing her ass with the other hand. His thrusts were getting longer...deeper...more intense. Annie knew she could not stop him, even if she wanted to—which she most definitely did not. Tom reached his other hand down to her ass, and pulled her cheeks apart as he thrust into her, just as Michael emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel following his shower. The sight of Tom's huge, glistening cock sliding in and out of Annie's tight pussy made him wish he'd waited to take that shower. But not wanting to change the dynamic playing itself out in front of him, Michael simply dropped the towel and moved a chair into position at the end of the bed, where he could watch the end game without disturbing them. Annie's moans turned to cries as she started to climax, and she clutched at Tom's neck and dug her teeth into his chest as she started to convulse inside. She let out a long, steady cry of pleasure as she shook, feeling Tom's thrusts grow deeper and faster until he called out that he was cumming again. He thrust so hard that she almost fell off him, and then held onto her as he filled her pussy with more cum. They were both breathing as if they'd run a 100-yard sprint, and Michael started clapping his approval. "Bravo, Bravo!" he chuckled. Tom and Annie, immediately overcome by a twinge of embarrassment at knowing they hadn't even sensed his presence, realized there was no need to be shy, and joined in with the laughter. "That was some kind of show! I wish I'd been here to take part!" he teased. "I'm sure you'll get your chance...just not at this moment!" Annie replied. "I'm pretty well used for a little bit. Rain check?" she asked. "Most definitely! Let's all get cleaned up and dressed, and then we can go out for a while," Michael replied. "We can pick things up where we left off later." Annie noticed that Michael was also naked, and aroused from the show. "I'm taking the first shower," she said. "But I will need help washing my back. Want to give me a hand, Michael?" she asked, with a sly grin on her face. "My pleasure!" he replied, standing up as she walked past him to the shower. For good measure, she wrapped her hand around his cock and led him to the bathroom. Tom lay motionless on the bed as he recovered from his morning calisthenics. He heard the shower curtain slide open, then the sound of water coming from the spigot and then the showerhead. He heard muffled voices as the shower curtain pulled closed behind them. Covered in warm water, Michael pulled Annie toward him, and wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her deeply. She threw her arms around his neck and returned the kisses as their slippery bodies moved together. He moved his hands all over her body, spreading warm water everywhere he touched. Annie pulled back and turned Michael to face the water. She took the soap in her hands, wet them, and lathered up. She rubbed her soapy hands all across his back and shoulders, and then over his ass and all the way down his legs. Michael used his outstretched hands to brace himself against the wall as he leaned forward. As her hands moved slowly back up his legs, she reached between them and found his balls and his hard cock. She stroked gently, sliding her arm between his legs almost to her elbow while she nibbled on his ass cheeks. Again, she turned him around to face her while she knelt before him. She lathered her hands again, and bathed from his feet up past his knees and to his thighs. Annie then took hold of his hard cock and stroked it firmly with her soapy hands, using both hands to squeeze and tug on him. Michael had to brace himself, because he felt his knees weakening. Annie stood, and soaped her hands one more time, before pushing her naked body against Michael's, and wrapped both hands around his cock so she could finish him off. She pressed her breasts against his chest, and leaned in to kiss him as she moved her hands expertly up and down his shaft, faster and faster, until he broke the kiss and cried out as he blasted a flood of hot cum between them. She felt the jets of warmth hitting her stomach and up to her ribs for what must have been ten convulsions. Michael didn't seem to inhale for almost a minute, and then sucked in a lungful of much-needed air as he quivered in the warm water. Annie gently turned Michael toward the shower again, and used her soapy hands to clean him off. She then switched positions with Michael to clean herself off. Coming out of his trance, Michael took the soap from her, and carefully washed her naked flesh. He covered her back and shoulders with his soapy hands, and turned her to rinse off. He turned her again, soaped up his hands, and meticulously bathed the back of her legs before standing and running his hands slowly across her naked ass cheeks. He rubbed and kneaded her round cheeks, and then ran a soapy finger down the crack of her ass to her puckered asshole. Annie moaned and imitated his earlier stance, leaning forward while resting her hands on the wall while the water washed down her face and neck. Michael's finger circled Annie's asshole and teased the opening as her moans became louder and more distinct. He rested his fingertip against her asshole, and felt her sphincter relax as he teased her. Without hesitating—or even asking—Michael pressed his finger inside her, just to the first knuckle. She was tight, but willing, and did not resist or complain as he pressed ahead to the next knuckle. Annie exhaled and took some deep breaths as Michael slid his finger in and out. "Tell me, Annie...have you ever been fucked in your tight little asshole?" Michael hissed in her ear. "No, I haven't...but I think it might be worth trying," she replied. "Sounds like we have something to plan for later," Michael suggested, as his finger moved faster and faster inside her. "Oh, yes...we definitely need to work that into this weekend's activities," she breathlessly whispered. The thought of having her ass fucked by one or both of her weekend escorts became more than Annie could handle, and she started to quiver and shake as her first-ever anal orgasm overtook her. She squeezed his finger tightly, and he held her with his free arm until her convulsions subsided to save her from falling over. When she had regained control of her balance, Annie let Michael finish bathing her, and then himself. They got out of the shower and dried off, as Annie announced to Tom, "We're going to need to do some shopping!"