3 comments/ 144074 views/ 30 favorites Annie's Ass By: dannyohale "I just don't' know what to do anymore. She doesn't return any of my calls," my girlfriend Karen lamented as we talked on the phone. "We used to call each other every five minutes. Now all she wants to do is sleep." "Give her time," I responded, in my usual comforting, but unhelpful way. Karen was complaining about her best friend Annie, who'd been depressed ever since her boyfriend Rick broke up with her three weeks ago. Apparently Karen missed the good old days when they wasted every moment of their spare time giggling on the phone together. "I'm gonna get going honey. I love you," I said. "Awww. I love you too. Goodnight." Karen was probably the best girlfriend a guy could hope for. She had a gorgeous face and beautiful blonde hair that hung down past her shoulders. She was barely five feet tall and she allowed me to smack her on the ass whenever I felt like it. She liked the feeling of my hand on her behind as much as I did. I could guarantee getting plenty of action by just slapping and groping her ass a little bit, even when she wasn't in the mood. Sooner or later she would rip my pants off and go down on me. I'd been with seven girls before Karen, but she gave the first good blowjob that I ever had. She was a natural cocksucker. To top it all off, Karen was a very supportive, nice person who was wild for me. But as much as I loved Karen, I could barely control my lust for other women. I am 24, the tail end of the age where a man feels he should be ejaculating 12 times a day, but at the beginning of the age where he's in control enough to get a lot of women to sleep with him. Lately I've been staring at every pair of tits and every short skirt that walks by. Some of the women are offended when they see me staring, but many of them take it as a compliment. I've been offered a few phone numbers, but I never accepted because I don't want to cheat on Karen. I never cheated on anyone and I always told myself I never would. I hung up the phone and laid back on my bed, letting the conversation seep into my brain. Poor Annie was too depressed to get out of bed anymore. Annie was dating my best friend Rick, who dumped her for some big-titted secretary at his office, who is actually 10 years older than him. Annie didn't know about the secretary. She thought Rick just wanted some space. I have fantasized about Annie for a long time. She is a daddy's-girl who dresses conservatively from the waist up, but routinely wears bottoms that accentuate her eye-popping ass. It's the kind of ass that causes involuntary erections. Every time she, Rick, Karen and I would walk through the mall together the men who were coming toward us just saw a normal 20-year-old girl on a shopping trip, which is what Annie looked like from the front. The guys who followed behind us invariably had their eyes glued on Annie's swaying buns and they were all trying to conceal their boners. There always seemed to be a lot more guys walking behind us than there were in front of us. Rick never seemed to think much of Annie's butt, except for that she had a "nice ass." That's the understatement of the century. The only reason her ass was attainable for him was because she was only an above average looking girl from the front and she spent her whole life in an all-girls boarding school, so she didn't know that with an ass like hers, she could probably hold out for a rich oil billionaire. As I laid on my bed I thought about what a shame it would be when Annie gets over Rick and tests the dating market. She'll never be available again. I don't know if I could ever cum hard again without having the sight of Annie's round butt swaying seductively back and forth to work me up. There were times I would think of Annie while Karen was sucking me off, especially if Annie was walking in front of me earlier. It was quite a show. Last summer, Annie got drunk at a party and Rick put her to bed in a room upstairs. Rick came back down to party and Karen and I slipped upstairs to fool around. Annie was lying on the bed on her side, with her ass facing the door. She had only a purple thong and bra on. Rick must've undressed her and put her under the covers. The covers had apparently come off when she rolled onto her side. Karen was horny and didn't care that her passed-out friend was in the room. We fooled around for 20 minutes and soon she was sucking my dick. I stared at Annie's beautiful butt crack while Karen pumped her lips on my shaft. I wanted to reach out and slap that thong-clad ass while Karen worked my balls, but I knew Karen would get upset. Instead I leaned forward, as if I wanted Karen to approach things from a different angle, and put my face less than a foot away from Annie's ass. I almost lost control and started rubbing my face on it, but instead I casually rested my palm on her cheeks. I was cumming in seconds. I was so excited I forgot to tell Karen I was cumming, and I shot loads of jizz all over her face. It was the hardest I'd ever cummed in my life. A really immoral thought came to my mind. I picked up the phone and dialed Annie's number. Maybe I could find a way to satisfy my craving for Annie's ass without Karen knowing about it. Annie wasn't stupid, but she could easily be talked into something. Annie answered the phone. "Hello." "Uh Annie, it's Tim." "Oh. Hi," she said monotonously. I think she wanted to stay as far as possible from me, Karen or anyone else that reminded her of Rick. That was probably why she wasn't talking to Karen much. "How are you feeling?" "Fine," she said. An obvious lie. "I know you're not feeling fine, Annie. I know what it's like to go through a bad breakup. I've been through six of them." Annie remained silent on the other end of the phone. It wasn't an angry silence. It was a "I don't know what to say or what to do with myself" silence. "Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked her. "No. No thank you." "Do you want some company. It's not healthy for you to just lay around by yourself in that empty house all day. Do you want me to have Karen come over?" "I think I'd just rather be by myself." "Why don't you talk to Karen anymore?" "I just talked to her Tuesday." "That was three days ago. You guys used to talk all the time." I paused. "Look, I'm gonna come over there and check up on you. I think I know something that can make you feel a little better." "No don't. I'm in my pajamas already." "That's okay. I'll be over in 20 minutes." I hung up the phone. Annie was renting a room from a family for the summer and they were away on a month-long vacation. She was working two days a week and the rest of the time she sulked. I hopped in the car and made the 15-mile drive to Annie's house. The porch lights were on when I got there. I knocked on the door and Annie opened it in her pink pajamas. She opened the door and gave me a fake smile as she whisked me in. I asked her how she was doing and she said "good" without pondering the question. Her ass grazed my leg as she turned around and locked the door. I watched her and then followed her into the living room. I almost developed an erection instantly, but I tried to calm down as I walked behind her. That was almost impossible because she was wearing the tightest pair of pajama bottoms I'd ever seen. They were see-through if you looked hard enough. I could see her panty line. It formed a frame around her wiggling ass as she strutted in front of me. Her top wasn't revealing, but her B-cup breasts stretched the fabric slightly. Her tits bounced slightly as she walked, which they didn't usually do, so I guessed she didn't have a bra on. My eyes were fixated on her butt. I watched the panty line bend, straighten and then bend again repeatedly. She turned her head when she reached the living room and caught me staring at her ass. I casually looked up and slipped my hands into my pockets in a desperate attempt to hide my boner. She'd caught me looking at her ass before and she never made a big deal about it. We'd make awkward eye contact and then let it go. I didn't want her to catch me with an erection though. She might freak out, and that would ruin my plan. "Um. Nice pajamas," I stammered. "Thanks." "So you're really doing okay?" "Yeah," she said with a half-frown. "Doesn't look like you are." "I don't know" "This is your first break up isn't it." "It is," she said. She let out a laugh and a tear at the same time. "I didn't think it would be this hard." She started crying quietly. I tried to comfort her with some cliches about dating, but I got no response. Rick was her first boyfriend and the first guy she'd done anything more than kissing with. She was still a virgin, although she'd done everything short of having sex with Rick. Even though she was sexually naïve, Annie was used to attention. She was her father's little angel back at home. When she got to college, a few guys paid attention to her and Rick was very attentive to her needs. My guess was her current pissy mood was due more to lack of attention than genuine heartache. If someone out of the ordinary showed her some attention, I thought she'd snap out of her depression. I was out of the ordinary, but someone she was comfortable with. I had an idea that would make her feel better and make me feel like I was in heaven, but I had to be assertive. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug. She continued crying, but I could tell she welcomed the contact. She eventually stopped sobbing and tried to dry her tears while I hugged her. I snuck a peek at her voluptuous ass when I looked over her shoulder. It looked like she had a little "fuck me" sign planted in the middle. "You're depressed. Nothing seems happy or interesting when you're depressed, but I know a way for you to get over it," I said. "What?" she asked, still in my arms, but not hugging back. "Well, it's going to sound strange, but I know it works. Just do what I tell you." "Um... okay." "You'll just have to trust me on this one. Now relax. You're tense. Relax your muscles and pretend you don't have a care in the world." I massaged Annie's shoulders. She closed her eyes and let loose. I started kissing her cheek and she put her hand up and stopped me. "This isn't right. Did you forget about Karen, the girl you're probably going to marry someday. Don't you think I'd tell her if we did anything together," Annie said. "I'm not hitting on you. It's all part of the massage," I said. "I'm trying to make you feel better. Now no more questions." Annie didn't know whether to stop and walk out disgusted or to listen and let me continue. She opted to let me continue. I kept rubbing her shoulders and slowly worked my way down to her middle back. I lightly kissed her cheek and her neck. Annie just stood there, unresponsive to the massage. I wasn't discouraged though, because I was working up to something. In a couple minutes my hands would be all over her curvaceous ass. I kept kissing her neck and dropped my hands down to her lower back, near the line of her pajama bottoms. I worked my fingers over her skin, trying to time my move to her butt perfectly. By now Annie's breathing was a little irregular. I slid my hands down to the top of her ass and pushed it in with my fingers. I made little circles, which made the bottom of her ass jiggle, much to my delight. I continued kissing her cheeks, neck and forehead as I lowered my hands and groped her ass through her pajama bottoms. I had two tight orbs of flesh cupped in my hands and my dick became rock hard. It pressed up against her pussy and she tried to push away from me. "Relax," I ordered. "It's okay. Don't think, just relax." I stopped kissing Annie and started to fondle her ass more violently. I squeezed and let go and squeezed again, making it my mission to grope her harder than she'd ever been groped before. I alternated squeezing her bottom with rubbing it. I rubbed her ass quickly, like sandpaper on wood. She seemed a little uneasy that I was playing with her backside so much, but she didn't say anything. I kept rubbing her ass the same way, but now I ended every couple of strokes with a smack. I wanted to let her know who the boss of her ass was. After a few smacks I grabbed her by the arm and turned her around, so her back was facing me. I cupped her butt and started rubbing it again. My cock twitched with desire each time I ran my hands over her pajama-covered ass. Now when I spanked her I thrust my pelvis forward too. My dick pushed up against her bottom each time. Annie's butt cheeks swallowed the tip of my dick briefly once. I thought I was going to cum in my pants. While I fondled her, I whispered in her ear "I'm going to take your pants off." I expected her to put up a fight, but she didn't respond. I slid my thumbs into the waistband of her bottoms and yanked the tight pants off of her, along with her orange panties. I pulled the clothing all the way down over her feet and left the pajamas on the ground. I grabbed the panties and stuffed them into my pants pocket. Then I turned my attention to Annie's naked ass. I instinctively gave Annie a slap on the butt. Her buns jiggled like they were made of jello. I felt like getting down on my knees and kissing her butt cheeks while I fondled them, but I didn't want her to forget I was in charge. Instead I sat down on the couch and pulled Annie over my knee. I felt wet heat touch against my bare knee. That surprised me because Annie didn't seem that enthusiastic about what I was doing to her. Once she was secure, I started lightly spanking her right ass cheek. Then I worked over the left one. The smacks didn't seem to hurt her much. The sight of her creamy white ass jiggling at my will got my dick rock hard. I alternated slapping her left and right ass cheeks, softly, but hard enough for her to feel it. My dick poked up between her bare legs. It was no good trying to conceal it anymore. I squeezed Annie's ass with both my hands and then pinched it. She flinched like she'd been stung by a bee. When she flinched she accidentally rubbed both her legs up and down the length of my penis, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through my body. At one point while I was greedily fingering her ass, I thought my fingertips were going to have an orgasm of their own. The sight of Annie's buns, the feel of her skin and the smell of her moistening cunt was a sensory overload. Now I felt like giving her a real spanking. I stopped slapping her ass and gave it a quick rub with both my hands. Then I pulled my right hand up and brought it down hard on her orgasmically beautiful butt cheeks. SMACK!!!! Annie jerked up violently. "Owww! What the fuck Tim!" I didn't even acknowledge her. SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! "Stop it!," Annie said, trying to wiggle out of my grasp. I held her down with my left hand fairly easily. "I'm teaching you a lesson. You're not so high and mighty," I told her as I continued to spank her. "You're just a play toy. Don't expect every guy to fall in love with you." Annie needed to learn this. I figured if I could make her a little less uptight and a lot more submissive I'd be doing her a favor. I knew she was submissive at heart and the reason she wasn't finding the right kind of guys was she came off as a prude. Annie started to concentrate on absorbing my hard spanks so much that she couldn't respond coherently. I kept working on those reddening buns. SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! Annie was now having a tough time handling the pain. She started thrashing her legs back and forth, rubbing my excited dick in the process. It felt like I was fucking her thighs. It was better than a hand job. Annie's legs went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. My right knee was wet with Annie's love juices. "Who owns your ass?" I asked Annie as she inadvertently masturbated me. She didn't say any thing, so I decided to startle her. "WHO OWNS YOUR ASS, BITCH!" I shouted as I gave her the hardest slap of the night. "Owww! You do! You do! You do!" Annie said quickly. "Say it again!" "You own my ass!" "I can do whatever I want to your sexy little ass, can't I? You teased me long enough with those tight shorts you wear and skimpy bathing suits. You're lucky I've never spanked you before." SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! I stopped spanking Annie for a second and told her to get up. I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants with the way her thighs were jerking me off. She quickly popped up off my knee and started rubbing her ass. It was a hot sight. I even felt a little bit of pre-cum drip onto my boxer shorts while I watched her move her delicate hands over her luscious behind. "Bend over." Annie rubbed her ass a little bit more and bent over. I had seen her bend over in tight jeans a million times and had a detailed mental picture of each one, but the sight of her bending over naked, with her pussy and asshole exposed was so stimulating I almost lost control of myself. I walked up behind Annie and smacked her right in the middle of her ass. I rubbed her round bottom a little bit and then slapped it again. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't stick my dick in your pussy," I said. "Because I'm a virgin," Annie said. "You're lucky you are or I would be fucking the shit out of you right now." I noticed Annie moved her head up a little to answer me, causing her ass to droop a little. "And keep your ass up!" Annie arched her back even more. Her ass rose to the level of my dick. "You're lucky I have some morals or you wouldn't be an ass virgin anymore." I gave Annie a few more smacks and then unbuckled my shorts. I had to pull the boxer shorts over my throbbing member. Annie heard me undo my shorts, but remained in the bent over position I assigned to her. I walked up to her and pressed my dick into her left ass cheek. She let out a gasp when she realized what was touching her, but didn't say anything. I rubbed her right ass cheek feverishly as I pushed my meat against her flesh. I could barely take the stimulation anymore. I told Annie to get up and I grabbed her arm, dragging her to the middle of the room. I placed her near a full-length mirror, allowing me to face her, but still oggle her gorgeous butt. I pulled her shirt over her head and discovered that I was correct, she wasn't wearing a bra. "Suck my dick until I cum," I commanded. "I'm not good at it." "You will be, because I'm going to spank you more if you slow down." Annie gently clasped my penis in her right hand and stroked it. She bent her knees to bring her mouth to my cock. "Keep your ass in the air," I said as I reached down and spanked her. She brought her knees back up and bent her back instead. She put her mouth on my cock and bobbed up and down on it. I stared at the reflection of her naked butt. Her mouth was warm and I could feel the cum gathering in my balls. I was on the verge of an orgasm almost immediately, but her technique was such that every time I neared the point of no return, she slowed down. I stood there on the threshold of filling her 20-year-old throat with my semen for about 10 minutes. I bent forward slightly and started spanking her with my right hand and groping her tits with my left hand. She sped up as the frequency of my spanks increased. She started sucking with the confidence of a porn star and I was ready to blow my load. I had the urge to fuck something right before I came though. Her ass and pussy were out of question for now, so I put both of my hands on her head and steadied it. I then started pushing my dick in and out of her mouth, much harder than she could do it herself. Annie's Ass "I'm fucking your face, slut!" I said as I pumped my dick into her gorgeous mouth. I pushed hard enough to move her entire body, causing her tits and ass cheeks to wiggle. The sight of that did it for me. I felt the cum race from the base of my dick to the tip of my head and ejaculate into Annie's warm mouth. I spanked her ass as I was cumming, which caused even the smallest drop of semen to come flying out. Annie pushed me away to try to get some air and the last bit of cum landed on her tits and face. Annie fell to the ground and gasped for breath, swallowing my salty load in the process. She was stunned by how aggressive I was, but she didn't seem scared. I walked over to the couch and laid down. Annie was still sitting up on the ground, with her arms clutched around her knees. My dick softened into a semi-erection. I was exhausted, but the sight of Annie naked still stimulated me enough to keep me from going limp. I laid on the couch for a couple of minutes without moving. I could see Annie's pink pussy lips and one of her tender nipples. When Annie finally started to stir, I got up. "Do you feel any better?" I asked her. "I don't know." "You will in a few hours." Annie got up and hopped into her pink pajama bottoms again. Her ass cheeks wiggled slightly when she pulled the tight fabric around her thighs. That gave me an erection again. Annie finished slipping her pants over her ass crack and looked down at my boner in disbelief, wondering if I would try to fuck her mouth again. I hovered over Annie and spoke. "You're not going to tell anyone about our little therapy session are you?" I asked as my naked dick pressed against the side of her hips. "No." "Damn right you won't." I gave her ass a hard swat with my right hand. My cock stood straight up. "I ha... have to go to bed now. I have to be at work really early in the morning tomorrow," Annie said, trembling slightly. "I'll bet you do," I said as I rubbed her butt with both of my hands. "I really do, so you'll have to get going." I decided to let Annie go to bed. There was probably a better chance she wouldn't tell Karen about our affair if I didn't try to spank her and fuck her mouth a second time anyway. I carefully pulled my pants over my erect penis and zipped up. Annie pulled her shirt back on. "Walk me out," I commanded. Annie walked to the t.v. room doorway and waited for me to pass her. "Walk in front of me." Annie stepped into the hallway and I lowered my eyes to her swaying hips and fuckable ass, like I did when I came in. Only this time I was less shy. I cupped both my hands on her jiggling buns, which caused her to walk quicker. I followed quickly behind her and spanked both of her butt cheeks a couple of times. We finally reached the door, just as I felt the desire to fuck her ass or pussy reach uncontrollable heights. I stood in the doorway and groped Annie's ass violently in full view of any neighbors who might have stayed up late. I moved my left hand to her tits and rubbed my raging dick on her cotton-protected pussy. Annie opened the storm door while I was busying myself. "It's time to go. Goodnight," Annie said as she pushed me out the door. I felt like breaking back in and trying to fuck her, but even in my present state that was a little over the top, I thought. Instead I walked quickly to my car and got in. I zipped down my pants and pulled Annie's pretty orange panties out of my pocket. I wrapped the silky fabric around my aroused dick and pumped up and down like a repressed teenager. I pictured Annie's ass vibrating after each time I smacked it and fantasized about taking her virginity. The fabric of the panties felt good on my sensitive dick. After about 30 seconds I was shooting loads of cum onto my shirt. I wiped the cum up with Annie's panties and drove home. I woke up the next morning with a bad feeling. I checked my cell phone and sure enough I had two voicemails, two from Karen and one from Annie. I was sure I was busted. I listened to the first one from Karen. All she said was "wake up sleepy head." The second one was a bit more discouraging. "Hello jerk! Give me a call back to talk about Friday. I am soooo mad at you right now." The third one was a surprise. It was Annie asking me to come over that night at 9 p.m. Were they going to confront me? It didn't sound like it based on the tone of her voice, but it was certainly possible. I called up Karen expecting the worst. "Hey Karen, it's Tim." "Hi honey. What's up?" "Nothing. You?" "Nothing... Oh! Except you're a big jerk!" "A big jerk? Why?" "Because you haven't told me what you want to do Friday." "Friday?" "For your birthday, silly." "Oh. My birthday." "Yeah. Of course you know I'll let you do whatever you want to me." "Oooh. Sounds hot," I said. After work I checked my voicemail again and found Annie had called again. She was pleading with me to come over again. I smiled knowing that in four hours my hands would be all over the hottest ass I'd ever seen, while my cute girlfriend sat at home planning my birthday party. Maybe I'll bring my condoms this time. Annie's Awakening George, the Dean of Theology and Philosophy, aged 45, lived within walking distance of his college in a large detached house which he would not have been able to afford if it was not for income from a family trust. In fact, he was able to employ staff as required to maintain his lifestyle. Ten years earlier he had employed Angus and Annie as gardener/handyman and cook/housekeeper; Angus died within a year of their employment but Annie remained. Four years George's junior, Annie was a dour woman, her clothing may have come from a Plymouth Brethren charity shop, her greying hair was tied back severely and she was a stranger to makeup, smiling, shoes with heels, and any kind of frivolity. However, she was dedicated to George, hardworking, reliable, an amazing cook and George couldn't imagine life without her. Most weekends, Annie went off to stay with her sister leaving George to cope with the house but free to entertain faculty, students and friends many of whom stayed overnight. Although he had never married, George could be described as a serial monogamist in the girlfriend department and he often shared his bed over the weekend. George and Annie had never exchanged a cross word until one fateful Monday morning when he heard a shriek from upstairs. Annie came down the stairs holding a wastepaper basket which she thrust at George for inspection. "Look what I found in the back bedroom, there's been some disgraceful behavior going on in my absence over the weekend, I don't know that I can continue my employment in this house of sin." At the bottom of the wastepaper basket George saw a used and knotted condom. "So that's what all the fuss is about? What exactly is the problem?" "How do I know what sort of parties you have here at the weekend, unmarried students fornicating for all I know?" "For all you know it might have been a visiting Bishop and his legally married wife. Whoever it was could have done a better job of disposing of the evidence." Annie huffed and said she would take some convincing that she was not working in a house of ill repute, and stormed off to resume her work. Later that evening, George was reading in his favourite arm chair when he heard a tap at the sitting room door. Annie came in with tea for two on a tray. "I owe you an apology for my silly behaviour today. I've made tea but I'll take mine to my room if you have seen enough of me for one day." "Please have a seat, let me pour," offered George. "Now, what does my most indispensable person have on her mind?" "Well I made an awful fuss today about something that was none of my business but I do think the world is going to ruin with all this premarital you-know-what I read about in the papers. It's all so unbiblical." "You are quite entitled to your views but I can correct you on your biblical knowledge. Trust me, there's not a word in there about premarital sex." He continued, "I do admit there are a lot of warnings regarding fornication but that is defined in a numbers of ways. Theologians have various interpretations and definitions." "My God is a happy god and he wants us to have joy in our hearts. I might be wrong about my beliefs but I'm betting on my interpretation. The things I stay well away from include the sackcloth brigade and those with fanatical fundamentalist views that are not open to discussion," finishing his little sermon. Annie smiled a little, which was unusual. They both stood up, George approached her and took her hands, leaned forward and kissed her on both cheeks. Annie colored up and smiled even more, "You know only a short time ago I would have recoiled from you if you attempted to kiss me or even hold my hand. Your advice is enlightening and those kisses went through me like an electric shock. I don't know what is happening, can I beg you for another kiss, this time on the lips." George complied with the request and they spent the rest of the evening holding hands on the sofa with very little conversation, but feeling mutually contented, until Annie retired to her room. George had been in his bed for thirty minutes when there was a gentle knock on the door. Of course, it could only have been Annie, so he called her in. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, but I'm not going to sleep a wink until I have clarified a few thoughts." "Sit down on the edge of the bed, if you wish, and talk your heart out," and George patted the spot where she was to sit. "I have led a very sheltered life dominated by opinionated and dogmatic people. My late husband was a wonderful man but sadly lacking in the romance department. On Friday night, I would turn the lights off in our bedroom, he would say, (Annie changed her soft Scottish accent to full blown Glaswegian to imitate Angus) 'lift ye linen lass' and I would haul up my full length nightgown so he could get on top of me and relieve himself." "I can't believe I told you that but it represents everything I know about sex, romance and relationships." Annie started to sob and was inconsolable. George held her hands until the sobbing stopped and then asked her if she would like to be kissed again. "I can't believe I'm in a man's bedroom, sitting on his bed, but I can't resist your kisses." Separated by the bedclothes, George's pyjamas and Annie's night dress, they kissed until they fell asleep. Neither could remember how it happened but they woke up under the covers in the morning, Annie's nightdress was on the floor. The next morning, a very cheerful Annie served George his breakfast and asked if she could spend the morning in town for errands and shopping. George told her that he had to leave the house in ten minutes and was talking the train to give a lecture at another college, she could do as she pleased; he was quite sure that the house wouldn't fall down while they were both gone. Getting home at seven that evening, George was flabbergasted. There was a new Annie in the kitchen with her hair down and resplendent in new, fashionable clothing. "Are you going to introduce yourself and whoever you are, will you marry me?" "Very funny, you would make a reasonable comedian but hang on to your day job for now. I went to a clothing store and told them I needed to transition slowly to better clothing so as not to shock too many folks. Same at the hairdresser, one step at a time." "Very wise, where do you fancy for our honeymoon, somewhere hot, the Mediterranean, a cruise, I'll let you choose but can we stay away from cathedrals and museums for the most part?" "One day someone will take your banter seriously George and that will get you in to a heap of trouble," Annie using his first name rather than Mr. for the first time ever. "I'm having an early night about nine Annie; will you be in for a kiss?" "If you try to keep me from my kisses I will cause that door some serious damage," Annie surprised herself with her forwardness. Annie walked in the George's room without knocking. He turned down the covers to invite her to the bed. The previous night her robe and night dress looked like prison camp issue but now she was just wearing fairly short, translucent and delicate night wear. "Make a wish!" invited Annie. "I want to see you naked with the lights on." Annie wriggled out of her night dress and tossed it on the floor, reached to turn on a lamp, but kept the covers up to her neck. George ducked under the covers to explore her body, first he passionately kissed her breasts, "You did come in for a kiss, didn't you?" He moved down and applied his kisses to her clitoris and lapped hungrily in the grooves between her inner and outer labia. "No point in preserving my modesty now, "Annie said as she threw down to covers to display her body in all her glory." "Who did you say you were?" George asked, trying to reconcile the beauty before him with the image of his frumpy housekeeper. Annie took hold of his cock and gave it a few kisses, "You are going to have to show me what to do with this, I always thought that oral sex was talking about it." "Perhaps I should look for a tasteful porn video, if there is such a thing, to demonstrate the key elements of giving blow jobs, but I don't want to rush you. Who would have thought just hours ago that we would be discussing or practising fellatio and cunnilingus?" "I've so much to learn, now let's cuddle and kiss." George suddenly stopped kissing and fondling Annie, "I'm in, my cock is in your pussy, it slipped in on its own, you are well lubricated, oh, this feels so good." Recovering from his surprise he settled in to a slow thrusting motion and resumed the kissing and exploration of her body. "I don't know what my Angus did wrong but I found intercourse a painful bother; you feel like you belong in there." "The key to this is communication, something a little more than, 'lift your linen, lass,' if you are uncomfortable or not having fun say so and we will change what we are doing." "I think you are so skillful and so considerate that I am guaranteed a fun and pleasant time but I'll keep the communication up too. "When we are married, Annie my sweet, people are going to assume we have been sleeping together since you were widowed." "They can think whatever they want, I have had enough of conforming to other people's expectations, now is that cock of yours ready for another round or do I have to get my lips round it to stand it to attention?"