Storiesonline.net ------- Atlanta by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2005 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: Introducing Annie, a college dean from Minneapolis, who is visiting Atlanta for the weekend. She's horny, takes a cab ride that is so good that she looks the cabbie up the next night, and goes to a wild swinging party. Codes: MF FF Mult cons bi swing ------- ------- Copyright© 2005 ------- Chapter 1: Annie Bradford & Mal Content Annie Bradford, a highly respected College Dean from Minneapolis, Minnesota, was visiting some colleagues at Emory University in Atlanta in hope of enticing one of them to accept a position at her university. Annie was a very young 40 and divorced with no children. Her husband had left her for a younger woman 4 years before and, heart broken, she'd thrown herself into her work. We meet her while as she's just finished watching a porno movie in her hotel room and she's horny and almost desperate for sex, not having had a sexual partner for almost eleven months. She almost never masturbated, and had used all her will power to refrain from doing so during the movie. Now, prowling the room like a jungle cat, she realized she had to get out before jilling herself to sleep. Annie left her hotel in the Buckhead section of Atlanta and hailed a cab. As the cab slowed to a stop Annie had the door open and was getting inside before it had rolled to a complete stop. "Christ I haven't felt this horny in years," she thought after mentally raping the young doorman as he signaled for the nearest taxi in the waiting line to pull up. Once inside the cab Annie glanced at the driver and caught him checking her out in the rearview mirror. Glancing at his license she noted his name was Mal Content and Annie wondered if it had a somewhat different pronunciation than that she had given it. "Driver, I'm curious. How do you pronounce your last name?" "Content, as in satisfied with one's lot." He said, and then glanced over his shoulder for another look at his passenger. Annie, not used to this type scrutiny, squirmed around in the back seat, providing Mal with a wonderful view of her legs as her dress worked its way up her legs. "He called out to her, his eyes watching her in the mirror, and asked the time honored question, "Where to, lady?" She didn't respond, instead she met his gray eyes in the mirror and made her decision. "Have you driven a cab for a while?" "Seven years now, six days a week, 'cept for vacation and some holidays." "Then... can you take me someplace sexy?" "Sure I can," he replied, meeting her eyes in the rear-view mirror instead of looking away as she thought he would. "How so?" Annie asked, as a demur smile flitted across her lips. 'He probably could, ' she said to herself. "Now that depends." "On what... I'll be generous with my tip... ?" The driver remained silent, thinking about the possibility of the city sending a woman out to entrap him in some rule violation and get him suspended for a week or two. It dawned on Annie that his silence bore a meaning and she realized her mistake. "Oh, should I tell you what I'm looking for?" "It would help." She decided that having gone this far she might as well be totally honest with him and said bluntly, "Anyplace you know of I can watch someone having sex?" Mal laughed. Embarrassed to a degree, Annie haughtily asked, "What's so funny?" "Well," he said as he stopped for a red light, "we could find what you're looking for right here. I mean in the cab." A tingle shot from her groin to her nipples and back again. "Um, I said I wanted to watch." Mal laughed again, then said, "So I'll jerk off for you, how's that?" Then it was Annie's turn to laugh. "You've got a very nice laugh, lady, very nice. Um, so what about my offer?" "How much?" Annie asked her voice sober, but bearing a revealing quiver. "For you lady, no charge. But if you don't mind. I'll let the meter run; you know, just to keep the company happy." She laughed again and replied, "All right, but not right here." "Oh, sure, right, I understand." His voice had grown husky in tone and Annie found herself growing excited as he continued on. "Got just the place where we won't be bothered by anyone." He drove for another five minutes, taking turn after turn as they weaved their way into a heavily industrial section of Atlanta. To Annie it appeared deserted, for not a building they passed had a single light on. Mal turned right and drove through the entrance of what had to be a moderately large manufacturing plant and parked in its lot far away from the main entry. "Here?" Annie asked apprehensively. "Yeah, it's perfect. This place don't have any them cameras panning the area; and they're too cheap to hire a night watchman. I know, my brother-in-law was the last one they had and they fired him four months ago." A moment later he joined her in back seat. Revealing her apprehension to him, Annie said tersely, "If you touch me I'll file rape charges against you; you know that don't you?" Raising his hands defensively, Mal quickly came back with, "Hey, lady, alright, I won't touch you." And then he repeated his words with added emphasis, "I won't touch you." Seeing Annie relax somewhat, Mal threw in, "But you can touch me if you want." "Understood, now show it to me," she hissed. Mal thrust his groin at her and slowly pulled downward on the zipper. Annie licked her lower lip in anticipation. She hoped he had something in there of consequence and not a little doodle like the one Casmir, her last lover had had. Suddenly her eyes widened as Mal's eight inches slithered forth. "It's impressive," she said, noting that it curved like a banana, leaning to the right. "Thanks, want to touch?" "No. Not right now." She licked her lower lip again and felt herself growing wet at her crotch. My name's Mal," he said. "Mal Content, and that's for real, my father had a weird sense of humor." "Has it cost you much grief?" she asked as he paused to shed his pants and then his shorts. "Every fuckin' day of my life," He said halting his undressing for a moment. "But if you remember that Johnny Cash song called "A Boy Named Sue," then you'll see how I had some benefit as well. 'Cause I had to fight every mother fucking tough guy in school, and after that I had to waste most of my youth chasing after girls who wouldn't have any thing to do with me and just because of my name." She wondered if he was going to strip completely, but he ended then, leaving his shirt, socks and shoes on. Mal looked down at his manhood; then slowly stroked it. "Thought about changing it, too," he said lightly and captured Annie's attention to his words and away from his penis. "Almost did, but Cathy changed my mind. We met in a bar and she invited me home. "Cause we fucked each others brains out, but that wasn't the big thing about Cathy. Nope, she was seeing this shrink and had gone on to read a lot of psychology; and she told me how to deal with my name. It helped me a lot." He paused, seemingly not satisfied with something. Annie recoiled as he spat into his hand and then rubbed the saliva over the head, lubricating it and then began his masturbation. When Mal stopped talking and concentrated on jerking off for her, Annie found herself casually slipping off her shorts and then her underwear; kicking them against the door on Mal's side of the cab. Annie followed by tugging her halter top off and tossing it onto her underwear without even glancing in that direction. Her eyes were fixed on Mal's growing erection and she was very pleased with herself for leaving the hotel. Mal watched her intently as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floorboard in front of her. Her nipples, already hard, began to ache for attention and she unconsciously took one between her fingers and pulled on it. Mal groaned and squeezed his cock hard, but maintained a controlled masturbatory stroke. Annie twisted the nipple and hissed at the sensation it wrought. She felt her heart beating faster. She discovered that she had to concentrate on holding her breath. Then she had to deliberately focus on calming her nerves. Her hands were shaking badly from the pent up excitement. She could feel the warmth inside her spreading; the sudden realization of power that she held over him and he over her as he continued jerking himself off for her benefit. Annie would have been stunned to know that Mal felt approximately the same about her. For he had no sooner exposed himself to her than she had begun to strip. Now she was totally nude, except perhaps if one considered her shoes; jilling herself off while watching him. And so they watched one another. Mal slowed down considerably; for he intuitively knew she would want him one way or the other before they finished with each other. He watched her through narrowed eyes as she moved her hand lower; fingers spread as she felt the soft flatness of her tummy. As for Annie, she could feel the heat inside her; the furnace fired by her desire. She felt the light fur of her pubis, the soft swell of her mons as she reached lower, desperately wanting to feel the need between her legs. Mal spit onto the tip of his prick once again, then rubbed the moisture over the head and crown, then renewed his slow masturbation, pausing only to show this strange woman his testicles and demonstrated how he wanted her to touch them when her turn came. In turn, Annie cupped her sex, feeling the wetness already starting; and then came the hard throb of her small clit as it pressed against her palm. She deftly moved her fingers in a small circle, around and around the soft foldsof flesh. Then closed her eyes and imagined his cock in her mouth, bringing her relief from the emptiness inside her. Her breath was becoming ragged, uneven and the soft walls of the cab began to close in on her, tightening around her probing fingers, sucking at them as they moved quickly in and out, back and forth. Her heart threatened to burst as it pumped hot blood through her body, filling her with a sudden lust to be embraced. She let out her breath in a long soft whoosh and suddenly focused on the all but forgotten cabbie. Annie stared at him... then moaned as the rush of her orgasm swept through her. Wise enough to halt what he was doing, Mal waited patiently for his passenger to come down from wherever she was and when she did, Annie wrapped both hands slowly around his rigid member, leaned down and kissed it where his precum oozed from the tip. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks and her nose all over the head, then murmured," I'd love to suck it, and I want to see if I can take it all. You can come in my mouth. I'll drink your come." Mal nodded in agreement and a moment later Annie's warm, wet mouth was stretched around his cock head, sucking him with all the vigor she could muster. He discovered as she fellated him that her breasts sagged a bit. But not much as they weren't very big, he estimated them as 34's, perhaps a B-cup. Taking them in his hands as she drew his full length down her throat, her gave them a not too gentle squeeze and heard her moan appreciatively. Mal's hands gradually explored her body cavities and he was pleased to find Annie had a full, thick bush of dark hair that glistened in several places and that it was already matted with her juices. The scent of her arousal slowly filled the cab. The only sound was that of her relentless sucking. Mal relished her odor; even moving his nose to within an inch of her pussy before taking a prolonged sniff. But Annie was oblivious to his actions for she was so taken with the pleasure his cock was bringing to her tongue and taste buds that she lost all sense of what was transpiring about her. And when she took him from her mouth and gave a lusty, uninhibited laugh, Mal mistook it as coming from a woman of great experience. Annie was anything but that, having been with only one man prior to this. Then when his mouth descended upon her, she went slightly crazy, for although she had heard of "going down" she had never experienced it. She went off like a rocket when he sucked her clit while stroking her G spot. But Mal, a practiced lover, didn't let her rest, but continued gnawing at her labia and clit and soon pushed her over the edge again. Ten minutes later, after having come some eight or nine times, Annie pulled his head from between her legs and kissed him tenderly, tasting herself for the first time. She thoroughly enjoyed the taste and vowed to do so again, 'the sooner the better, ' she told herself as an after thought. "Your cock," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I need your cock in me now." "Do you now?" Mal said smiling down at her. "C'mon, big guy, give it to me!" She pleaded and there was no mistaking her urgency. Mal was in no particular hurry, knowing that after he'd made her come she was putty in his hands. The very fact that she was pleading with him to fuck her confirmed it. Getting even with all the women who had fucked over him in his life, he slapped Annie in the face with his boner. "Tell me exactly what you want," he demanded. Annie winced at the blow, but felt no pain, for it was a light smack. But the next blow stung her lower lip and for a moment she thought that he'd drawn blood. And for the first time, Annie began to have reservations about continuing with the cabbie. But she wanted him, desperately. And when he did it again she tried to catch his manhood but missed. In retaliation, Mal pinched her nipple hard and she cried out in pain. "Stop!" "Tell me what you want," he said once again. "Your cock," she answered. "I want your big cock." He smacked her lips again with his solid erection; much harder this time. She licked her lip, sure that she was now bleeding, but didn't taste any blood. "Where do you want it?" "I want you in me. My pussy, I want it in my pussy," she said and then began to cry from fear and relief. "Spread 'em for me!" Moving quickly, before she gave herself any chance of changing her mind, Annie lay back and parted her thighs. Mal glanced at the rear-view mirror and got a view of Annie waiting impatiently for him, and then taking his cock in hand, placed it at her juicy hole. A split second later, as he entered her, Annie emitted a satisfied groan. A moment later Mal groaned as well and told her, ""God, you're so wet and warm in there. You feel wonderful!" "Fuck me good, driver," she crowed, elated with the feel of him surging into her as his hips churned against her pelvis each time she raised her pelvis to meet him. Annie laid her arms on the door shelf, thereby raising her midsection and pressed her breasts into his face. "Oh, yeah!" She gloated, loving the texture of his velvety cock caroming against her vaginal walls. Then Annie was into her own rhythmic fucking motion, with Mal sucking and licking at her tits. As she continued to grind herself against his throbbing red hot cock. "Suck my boobs. Bite those nipples!" She growled, urging him on. Her hips started moving faster as another climax neared. Mal's knees were becoming raw from the friction generated by his fucking on the grainy cab seat covers; and the whole cab began to rock with the rhythm of their fucking. "Fuck me! Bite my nipples!" He did, and still she complained. "Harder! Bite it a little harder!" He was only to glad to oblige her, concerned only that he may get carried away and remove a nipple with his teeth. "Yeah, that's it!" She bellowed as the pain merged with the pleasure and she began to come once more. God, that's it!" She screamed, thrusting her hips off the seat, for she was now completely impaled on Mal's cock; then she let out a loud, teeth clenching moan and started to shake with her climax. Mal pumped like a jackrabbit and exploded into the depths of her sex. The two of them stayed hooked together as they relaxed in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm. As his cock began to subside in her cunt, his ejaculate began to run out of her onto his balls. Mal reached under the seat and pulled out a dirty rag and handed it to Annie. Mal said, "Here, I think you're going to need this." Annie accepted it and without looking at it wiped herself clean of their commingled juices. Slowly they drew apart and then she put her head in Mal's lap and licked their combined juices off his balls and cock. After she had finished with her mouth, she dried him off with the rag. "That was great," she told him and he smiled and then kissed her. "Do you need to get back on duty?" Annie inquired after a while. "No, in fact I'm getting hard again. Wanna do it again?" "Of course I do," she said and laughed giddily. "Just a second," he told her. "Lay back, close your eyes, and hold your legs high and wide." Annie started to sit up, but he intervened and turned her away from him so that she was kneeling and looking out at the deserted warehouse. During the course of the evening Annie's hair had come undone and now hung down covering half her face. Mal thoughtfully swept some from her neck and kissed her there as he stroked her right breast. He found both nipples rock hard and pulled on them in turn. After a minute or so he said, "Want it up you kiester this time?" "What?" She said not understanding. "Your ass, I wanna fuck your ass." "Okay, but get me lubed up good." Annie had enjoyed anal penetration with her husband early on in their marriage and Mal wasn't sporting a gigantic cock, possibly 6 inches or so and she felt that she could accommodate him easily enough. Mal spat on his palm and wet a finger, then spat on her puckered asshole. He slowly inserted the wet finger into her and began to work on loosening her up. He added a lot more saliva to the mix and was soon thrusting two fingers easily in and out of her as Annie grunted with satisfaction. Annie moaned, and then impatiently croaked, "Put that fucking thing in me!" He spat on his palm again, then rubbed it over his cockhead then leaned in to her and held it right at the hole. He shoved forward and went in about two inches. "Aaah!" Annie groaned. "Did that hurt?" He asked with some concern. "No, but it felt good, so good. Let's have some more of that hose, huh?" Heartened by this news, Mal renewed his efforts, not waiting the usual period to ensure maximum comfort for his partner. Several hard thrusts later he was in to the root. Mal savored the feel of her hot sheath while also enjoying the familiar feeling of pain/pleasure that Annie emitted as he entered her. To his surprise when he attempted to back out, Annie's rectal muscles clamped down on him, holding him in place. He almost hurt himself yanking his dick out of her. She laughed at him. "Nothing like a tight hole, is there?" Mal looked at her, fire in his eyes. Then he realized she was teasing him and he recentered his cock on her starfish and shoved it in to the max. Annie grunted with pleasure. And he adjusted to her ass fucking style of allowing him in easily and tightening up on him as if not wanting to part with his cock at all on the outstroke. But the fact of the matter was that her ass was so tight there was no way for Mal to prolong the fuck. He came hard and Annie moaned with pleasure at the force of his hot semen lacing her inner walls. They lay there huffing and puffing from the exertion. "I wonder," he whispered into her ear, "if you'd be agreeable to have another couple play with you. She's really hot. Not quite as tall as you and I think her breasts are smaller. He's good-looking maybe 36 or so, definitely under 40 and well hung. Have you sucked his cock? How's he taste?" she asked, pissed off that he would try to pawn her off on some strangers. He answered honestly. "I haven't, so I wouldn't know... unless, well I've eaten his wife after he's fucked her, but I honestly can't say how he tastes, but you can find out. What do you say?" "It's a little late for more partying," she replied. Heartened by her response, Mal added, "Not tonight, tomorrow. I can pick you up and take you to their place." "I don't know," Annie replied thinking furiously about her appointments for the following day. Mal kept talking. "Of course, you wouldn't be allowed to come - not for the longest time. His words had Annie humping the air in front of her for the images he evoked in her mind had gotten to her. She knew her meeting ended at around four and that she might excuse herself from dinner by telling them she wanted to visit a relative in the city. "She might let you tongue-fuck her asshole," he whispered and she came picturing herself licking some woman's ass. "All right!" she gasped. What time?" Give me a phone number, I'll check with them and get back to you." "When? I'll be at meetings all day." "You have a cell phone?" "Of course I do, but I don't want you calling me any time you want." "Really? You think I'd call you any old time to see if you want a quick fuck?" "I mean I don't live in Atlanta. I mean I don't want to know that you can reach me anytime you choose to." "I won't call you but the one time. I give my word on that. I'd also say that you'll enjoy yourself and probably make another trip to Atlanta once you meet the Cloninger's." "The Cloninger's, that's their name?" "Yup," he said as he tucked his wilted cock back into his trousers. She gave him her cell number and he drove her back to the hotel and when they stopped, Annie gave him a long tongue kiss goodnight. "See you tomorrow, lover," she said and stepped lithely out of his cab and walked into hotel never looking back. ------- Chapter 2: Annie Meets the Cloninger's Annie met Mal at seven sharp and he quickly left the front of the hotel behind them. He drove to the same warehouse parking lot that they had parked in the night before. "Why here, Mal? I thought we were going to party." But Annie knew full well why they had returned to this particular parking lot. Mal had turned to face her and she'd seen the look in his eyes. "You're going to the party. I'm not invited. Sorry, I'm sorrier than you can imagine." "In that case, I don't think I want to go. It's weird, with me a single woman going to a party and with no ride back. I'm not comfortable with it. " So he wanted a going away present, she told herself. "Talk to me, Mal." "Look, the Cloninger's -- they're good people. I know them. They'll treat you good and will provide a ride back to the hotel. That I guarantee." "Guarantees mean nothing these days and you know it," she replied brusquely. He didn't reply, but opened his door and quickly joined her in the backseat. "Looking for a free sample, Mal?" The eagerness in her tone told him she wanted him as much as he her. But Mal was accustomed to playing games, and replied. "Well, I thought that... maybe you'd blow me... you know, for old times sake." "Old time's... Christ, Mal, we only met last night." Annie felt herself growing wet at his close proximity. "Show it to me," she said her voice already husky with sensuality. "If it's big enough I'll bite, if not, I'll throw it back." He looked at her, trying to understand where she was coming from, then decided he had been right in his initial assessment. He took out his dick and displayed his erection to her. "Nice cock," she purred. "Then suck it," Mal hissed excitedly, and reached up to press down on Annie's shoulders. Annie scampered to her knees as Mal encouraged her face toward his throbbing penis. Her eyes were wide with excitement and she moaned with unbridled pleasure and opened her mouth to engulf him. "Aaah," he sighed, and gave himself over to her talented tongue; opening his eyes briefly to peek at her mouth as it stretched to accommodate his cock; watching with fascination as it slid in and out of her tightly sealed lips. Then it was Annie's turn to peek as Mal worked her head back and forth with his hands. She saw his saliva-coated cock as it came out of her mouth and listened with unbridled glee to the soft sucking pop resulting when she removed it from between her lips. "Can I suck cock or what, baby?" "Oh, yeah, that's it baby, suck my cock! God, you sure can suck cock, baby!" The nasty repartee took its toll on Annie and she took his balls in her hands and studied them for a moment, then began to suck on one while caressing the other. "Suck me off!" He cried, knowing that time was short. He had to get her delivered to the Cloninger's before the orgy started. Annie took hold of him and began to pump him furiously while at the same time wildly tonguing his knobby tip. 'He's going to cum," she told herself. I'd better swallow or the dumb fuck will cum on my dress.' "That's it... that's it," Mal hissed as he pushed forward and pulled her head toward his shaft. "Aaaahhh!" he groaned, "Here I come!" Annie was caught by surprise at the force of his ejaculate. Her cheeks bulged out as her mouth quickly filled with his cum. She swallowed and managed to rid her mouth of the first rope, but then the second and third quickly followed even though she had stopped fellating him. She felt herself starting to come and lost control, opening her mouth to gasp out her pleasure at the unexpected experience. She had never come from sucking a cock before, but thought fleetingly, 'There's a first time for everything. The night's already worthwhile and it's only starting!' As she moaned, Mal's cock spurted twice more and he did manage to leave a slimy trail of semen across the front of her dress, just across her left nipple. Annie didn't notice the residue until after she had cleaned his cock with her mouth and swallowed the remainder of his sperm. Then she cursed him soundly and demanded that he take her to wherever the hell the party was without further delay. A well-sucked Mal Content was happy to oblige her and told her a little about the Cloninger's as they rode. "Swingers," he said, glancing over his shoulder to admire her magnificent legs, perhaps for the last time. "They been swingin' for maybe four years now. Joe, he's a lawyer, maybe mid-thirties; made a ton of money with a couple class action suits against the tobacco companies. Barbara, his wife, teaches at the local high school. She's early thirties, be my guess." Curious, Annie asked, "And the guests?" "Couldn't say," he told her. "I've been to a couple parties with them and their guests always seemed to be all right. Especially the women; I mean, guys I don't bother with, ya know?" Annie nodded, understanding only too well. Five minutes later, the cab pulled into a long driveway in the Buckhead section, and Annie saw a large white-brick home looming out behind a thick cluster of oak trees. Then they drove past a huge deep green lawn that seemed perfectly manicured, before halting on a brick paved circle. Annie got out and gave Mal a soft, wet kiss before turning away to walk to the bright red double doors. A light-skinned black woman in a skimpy maid's uniform answered the door and greeted Annie by name and invited Annie inside. She led Annie through a series of spacious, luxuriously furnished rooms and out to the backyard. There were a couple of dozen impeccably dressed people gathered there next to a long swimming pool; sipping drinks and holding small plates of hors d'oeuvres as they talked and laughed among themselves. No one seemed to pay her any attention and Annie headed to the bar and asked for and received a strong martini. As she turned from the bar, a tall blonde woman in a slinky dark blue dress detached herself from a small group and walked over to her. She held out her hand and said, "You must be Annie. Mal has told me so much about you." Annie shook her hand and was pleasantly surprised at the electrical current that passed between them. "I'm Barbara Cloninger, welcome to my home." "Mal..." Annie took a gulp of her martini before continuing. "Mal, err, told you about me?" "Oh, yes. He was quite verbal for Mal." "May I ask, um, just what he said?" "Oh, let's see... you like sucking cock and love it up the ass... shall I go on?" "No! No, that's quite vivid. I gather you two spoke for a while." "I confess we did. After all, I was curious about this stranger wanting to party with Joe and I." "It's all Mal's doing. I mean we had a short... relationship. I... I'm in Atlanta on business. I'm from Minneapolis and..." "Do you happen to know the Marcolina's? That would be Jim and Val. They live in Minneapolis and are dear friends of ours. We met them while skiing in Aspen two years ago. We go skiing with them every year." "I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure," Annie said and took another sip of her drink. "Then I'll make arrangements for you to meet. If you enjoy this evening with us, you'll love spending some time with them back home." Annie nodded dumbly and felt inferior for a second. Then regrouped, telling herself that they may have more money than she, but she was as good as them any day. Besides, they wanted to fuck her and she them... well, maybe, ' she thought hedging her bets for the moment. "Come on, let me introduce you around," Barbara said gaily and ushered Annie into the midst of the gathering. "Everybody!" she called out loudly enough to get everyone's attention. This is Annie. Annie's from Minneapolis and no, she hasn't met the Marcolina's." "Annie, this is my dearest friend, Jackie," Barbara said. Jackie took Annie's hand and gave it a little squeeze and stared at her breasts. "You have a little stain here," she said to Annie. "Oh, let me help clean it off." Then Jackie pulled a hanky from a small purse and began to rub Annie's left breast. Pulling a small mirror from her purse, Annie held it out and saw to her chagrin the stain was Mal's ejaculate. It took her another moment to realize that Jackie was lightly massaging her nipple and not the stain. "That's fine," Annie stammered and took a step back. "It happens. The dry cleaners will get it out." "Now that's what Monica Lewinsky said," Jackie laughed, "and look what happened to her." Barbara came to Annie's rescue, saying, I've really got to introduce Annie around." "See you later, I hope," Jackie yelled to Annie as they walked away. "I see Mal prevailed upon you before dropping you off. He's insatiable at times." "You're so right Barbara, and thanks for intervening on my behalf." "Oh you've not seen the last of Jackie. She'll want to get into your pants as much as any man here tonight. Do you go both ways? I apologize for asking, but it will help as we move about." "I... I've limited experience with women. An affair in college and one in high school, that's about it." "That's fine. We like teaching novices. It's almost virginal, you know? Now aside from the stain, that is a lovely dress. Come on; let's meet some of the others." As they maneuvered through the crowd, it was obvious that Barbara wanted her to meet a certain person. Annie took stock of the ages of the guests and decided that almost everyone was either in their thirties or early forties and that suited her. Barbara steered them toward a handsome man sitting alone at a table sipping an imported beer. He was blond, tanned, and wore a white dinner jacket and red bow tie. He promptly stood up as they approached. Barbara smiled, then said, Annie, this is my husband, Joe. Joe, Annie." "Nice to meet you, Annie," he said and she knew he meant it." Turning to include Barbara, Annie said, "You have a remarkably beautiful home. I don't believe I've ever been in one a beautiful." "Thank you Annie," they said together as if they'd practiced it. They made light chatter about current events and then Joe said, "It gets more interesting later on, if that's what you're thinking." "You must be a mind-reader," she said off-handedly and the Cloninger's laughed. "In the meantime," Barbara said, would you care for a joint?" Annie nodded and followed Joe into the next room. Barbara went with them to the doorway and stopped. "I'm afraid I've got to see to our guests, enjoy each other darlings," she said and began walking away. Annie waved a feeble goodbye to her hostess and entered the master bedroom. It was enormous, completely mirrored, floor to ceiling - and the ceiling was mirrored as well. "Have a seat," Joe said, indicating the edge of the bed. She sat carefully, aware that she was making an indentation in the carefully made-up bed. Joe dug through a desk drawer and extracted a plastic baggie and a packet of rolling paper. She looked on with interest as he deftly rolled a joint and handed it to her. Her eyes found his and Annie thought she detected a wry smile in them. He lit her joint and then rolled one for himself. Annie inhaled and held it, thinking, 'Where I come from, I'd be sharing the damn thing not having it all to myself. I guess that's the difference between being middle class and rich.' Joe took a strong hit on his toke and holding it down, asked, "So how did you and Mal meet?" Exhaling, Annie felt the rush and didn't answer him for a full minute. "I'm in town for a conference. I'm a college dean. Quite frankly, I got horny sitting in the hotel room and I hailed a cab. I thought I'd ask him... well, in fact, I did ask him... to show me a hot spot." "AH, that's our Mal," he said knowingly as he too exhaled. "Yes, that's Mal. He asked if I wanted a show. I said sure, as long as it was more than just naughty. He asked me if I wanted to see him jerk off. It seemed highly erotic at the time and I said sure. He masturbated and I got... very hot." "Very hot, eh?" Joe whispered. "Yeah, I... I sucked him. You know if it weren't for this weed, I wouldn't be telling you this." "I know," he said kindly. "Weed loosens tongues. Speaking of which, did he tongue you?" "Yes and I'll save you the trouble of asking more. I blew him, we fucked and then he screwed me up the ass and I blew him again tonight on the way here. That's how the god damned stain got on my dress." "Poor baby," he whispered in her ear, and then tongued her there. Annie found his voice so sensual that she felt compelled to drain the rest of her martini. She took another drag on her joint and her head began to swim. "I'm going to kiss you Annie. Is that all right with you?" "You're too damn polite. Of course it is c'mere!" He kissed her softly, with a gentleness she was not sure she'd ever felt before and her knees went weak. Annie could feel his erection growing in his trousers and readied herself to accept him. She imagined him to be larger than most men and was looking forward to having him fill her with his thickness. To her chagrin, he ended the kiss and said, "You're a good kisser. Now let's finish this joint and join our guests. Dinner will be served soon." He relit both joints and they smoked them before leaving his bedroom. On the way to the dining room, Annie ducked into one of the bathrooms, ostensibly to repair her lipstick. But the fact was that she was somewhat unnerved by his actions. She also felt the need to pee, and did so, then pulled her panties back up and washed her hands before rejoining the party. The bartender served her a glass of white wine as she entered the large dining room. In some places a room this size would be called a banquet room. Annie sipped it slowly, mindful that the joint she'd smoked with Joe would make it go to her head quickly. And then dinner was served and Annie found herself seated next to Joe, who wasted no time in finding her thigh with his hand. Barbara was seated on the other side of Annie and soon reached out under the table and found Annie's hand and squeezed it lovingly. Annie noticed that the others at the table were acting in similar fashion, in that few ate anything, but kept their hands busy under the table, groping and caressing the person beside them. Joe saw the bewildered expression on Annie's face and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry. Dinner never lasts very long. Then the fun begins." He squeezed her thigh and they held hands under the table. Soon the servants were clearing away the plates and served coffee and liqueurs, cigars were lit; and a giant joint reminiscent of the one in the classic Cheech and Chong comedy, passed around the table. A few minutes' later people began getting up from the table, apparently having already paired off, and made their way to what Annie assumed were predetermined rooms throughout the mansion. Annie left the room still holding Joe's hand. He stopped to get her another glass of white wine and Annie caught a glimpse of Barbara and Jackie slow dancing on the large patio. The back of Jackie's dress was unzipped and Barbara's hand rested on her tanned back; and when she saw them kiss Annie felt a tingling feeling in her stomach; part jealousy, part arousal. She allowed herself to ponder the softness of each woman's lips and grew eager to feel them on her own. Joe returned with her wine and they stood on the fringe of the group still sequestered around the bar with his hand resting in the small of Annie's back as they watched the gathering. Annie sipped her wine and watched a woman named Elise shrug off her little black dress and drop to her knees in front of a handsome blond man in a white dinner jacket. She fishing his long, tanned cock out of his trousers and guided it to her lips. Another man, balding, but probably only in his late twenties, knelt behind her and freed her breasts from her lacy black bra, kneading them while she sucked the blond-haired man. Annie heard a splash and turned in the direction of the pool. Over to her left a good-looking redhead clung to the edge of the pool while a thirtyish man hugged her generous breasts. 'Was he fucking her from behind already?' Annie wondered. As she studied the woman's facial expression, Annie concluded that he was indeed inside her. A blonde, petite woman approached Annie and Joe. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, and was wearing a slinky pastel-yellow dress. She smiled as she looked Annie up and down. "Who's your pretty friend, Joe?" she said. "Bea, this is Annie. She's a new friend." "It's my pleasure to meet you, Annie," she said, extending her hand and giving it a quick squeeze. Annie squeezed back, thinking that this was some sort of secret handshake these people had. Squeeze if you're interested. Well, she was definitely interested. The first moans of pleasure could be heard from poolside. Annie turned to see how Elise was doing with her blowjob, and saw her deep-throating the blond haired man. "Are you two busy?" Bea asked, following Annie's eyes. Annie glanced at Joe for guidance. "Not yet," he replied. "Good! I have a bet going with my husband," Bea said. "A bet?" Annie inquired, suddenly very interested. Bea leaned over her and said, "I bet my husband that you were wearing red panties under that pretty dress. He bet that you were wearing virginal white cotton, but I know better," she whispered. "How much did you bet?" Annie asked as her body tingled with excitement. "Two thousand dollars," she said. "Will you show me? I could use a new dress or two." "All right," Annie replied. "Shall I hike my dress up here?" "No, let's go over there by the man with the grey beard." Bea led them across the patio to where a handsome grey bearded man stood watching them. Annie thought he might be about ten years older than Bea. He put out his hand, and Annie took it and felt a tingle of electricity shoot up her wrist to her nipples. 'Whatever it was, ' she decided, 'he had it.' "Annie, this is my husband Perry. Perry, dear, this is Annie, isn't she just lovely?" "I'm pleased to meet you," Perry said. "You've heard about our little wager?" "Yes... I have. And you're wagering $2000 on what color undies I'm wearing, right?" "That's correct," he replied with a beneficent smile. "Suppose I'm not wearing any?" "Well then, the bet would be off." "But we still want to see... for ourselves, that is," Bea hastened to add. "Well then, this is as good a place as any," Annie said, as the redhead climbed up and out of the pool and straddled the blond-haired man and they began humping away like a pair of rabbits. "Oh no," Perry said anxiously, not here. "Let's go inside, away from the others." And he led them back into the house. On the way, Annie exchanged her nearly empty wine glass for a full one from a maid holding a tray. The maid was wearing an abbreviated uniform, lacy petticoats peeking out from her hem, her legs clad in fishnets, the bodice of her uniform accentuating her cleavage. She was young, with a dark complexion; big brown eyes and thick black hair. She smiled at Annie as she took her glass, and Annie made a note to find out if the maid was fair game for later in the evening. Annie found herself in the den, a large space with a fireplace at one end and two huge leather couches in the middle. Two women whom Annie hadn't seen before lay on one of the couches, kissing and fondling each others' breasts. Joe and Perry took off their jackets, folding them over the back of the couch before sitting down on the other couch. Bea deftly guided Annie over to stand in front of them. "Ready to lose some money, dear?" Bea inquired of her smug-faced husband. He nodded, eager to see what lay beneath Annie's dress. Annie grew wet as Bea slowly unzipped the back of her dress, then rested her hand on Annie's skin, lightly grazing her shoulder blades with her long nails and sending chills up Annie's spine. Annie slowly reached up for the bodice of her dress, stopping short of exposing her breasts to them. "Go on, Annie," Perry gasped, his erection highly evident. "Certainly," she said, then smiled lewdly at the three of them. "Umm, I just want to take a second to ask one tiny question." "Yes, Annie?" Bea asked, her hand now rubbing her pussy through her yellow frock. "What's in this for me? You two have bet money on the outcome, but what about little old me?" "What do you want?" She licked her lips, 'dare she ask?' she wondered, and then expressed her desire. "I want the three of you to take me simultaneously." "Done!" Joe said. Agreement had formed on the lips of both Bea and Perry as well, but went unspoken. "All right then," Annie said and raised her dress to her waist. Her purple thong seemed to sparkle in the dimly lit den. The bet was a draw, but Annie now had three lovers all to herself. ------- Chapter 3: Three on One The bet was a draw, but Annie now had three lovers all to herself. Joe seemed surprised at this turn of events. He glanced at Perry Dunlap, caught his eye and said, "Who wants to do a line?" "I do," Bea replied immediately. "Good idea," Perry quickly followed. "It's fine with me," Annie said, making it unanimous. Joe pulled a small silver case from a secret drawer built into the fireplace. The two women kissing on the other couch stopped what they were doing and looked up. Bea turned around so Annie could unzip her dress. Underneath the pale yellow dress she wore a bra and panties of the same pastel hue. She and Annie sat down on the couch next to her husband. "Maria? Connie? Care to join us?" Joe asked the two women on the couch. They got up from the couch and sat on the carpet next to the glass coffee table. Joe nodded at them and opened the case emptying the contents of a vial on the table. Introductions were made, hands shaken and squeezed. Maria was a blonde like Bea, roughly the same age, but voluptuous instead of petite. Connie was a slender woman with raven black hair, slightly older, with creamy skin that bore only a hint of makeup. There was something striking about her, a chiseled nose, a delicate chin, and deep blue eyes that seemed to look right through you. The two women sat across from the others, their hands intertwined. "May I?" Bea asked her hand on the bodice of Annie's dress. Annie nodded her approval and Bea removed the dress from Annie's lithe body, leaving her in only the purple thong. "Lovely," she said, reaching over to cup Annie's breasts. "Aren't they beautiful, Perry?" Joe looked up from the pile of white powder he was chopping with a shiny silver blade. "Wonderful," Perry said and Joe's eyes lingered upon Annie's perfect globes before returning to the white powder. While he separated the pile into a series of lines, Bea played with Annie's breasts and leaned down to kiss the stiff nipples. Annie looked over at Joe, who smiled back at her and for a moment Annie furtively wished it were his lips at her breast instead of Bea's. Joe signaled with a wave of his hand that the coke was ready. "Honey? You go first," Perry said, handing Bea a rolled-up $100 bill. Then, as she leaned over the coffee table, he held her hair back behind her head. "Thank you darling," she said, and holding the bill to her nose, placed the other end next to one of the lines and loudly snorted it. She chased it with a sip of wine and handed the bill to Annie. "Annie?" Annie took the bill and gathered her hair back and snorted a line just as Bea had. Suddenly, it seemed like the room got brighter to Annie. The music became louder, clearer; the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she felt a sort of numbness spread from her nose to the back of her throat. Her eyes started to water and she, like Bea, reached for her wineglass. "Good stuff," Perry said, taking the bill from where Annie had dropped it and snorted a line. He handed it to Joe who did the same, passing it to Connie when he was done. Maria and Connie held each others' hair as they did their lines. Maria passed the bill back to Perry. "Next round's on Annie," he said. "But I don't have any..." "That's not what he means, silly," Bea said. "Here, scoot around sideways." She tugged at Annie's legs, pulling them into her lap and lay her down so that Annie's back rested on Perry's thighs and her head ended up in Joe's lap. "Hold still, my purple-thonged beauty," Perry said with a wry laugh, then scooped up some of the white powder with a credit card and dumped it between her breasts. "This round's on you. Literally." As Perry divided the lines with the card, Joe leaned over to kiss her. Annie could feel his cock growing in his trousers, pressing against the back of her head. She wanted to press her head against it, but Perry was holding her still as he formed the cocaine into lines between her tits. Bea was the first to lean over and inhale a line from her breast. She licked the remainder and gave her nipple a quick suck before passing the bill to Perry. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand as he leaned over to snort. Joe went next, licking one of Annie's nipples afterward, just as Bea had done. Then Maria and Connie approached. Maria went first, and instead of giving Annie a quick lick, she leaned over and kissed her. Then Connie did her line, kissing Annie just as Maria had, only deeper and longer; her deep blue eyes lingering on Annie's face afterward. "We didn't forget you, Annie," Perry said, separating a line of coke from the pile on the coffee table. It was twice as long as the ones he'd cut before, and it took Annie two tries to snort it all. Her eyes didn't water as much as before, but she had this feeling of exhilaration; as if she could have jumped on her bike and pedaled fifty miles, just like that. "Let's get these off," Bea said, tugging at Annie's thong. Annie stood shyly in front of everyone as she pulled them down over her thighs, but her self-consciousness was gone. She was ecstatic to be with these beautiful people, beautiful people who found her so attractive. "Oh, what a lovely pussy," Maria said. "She's shaved her bush the way you do, leaving some hair but not so much as to be troublesome," Connie said. Annie turned around and noticed that Perry had unzipped his trousers, and his half-hard cock was exposed. Bea's hand guided Annie to the couch and Annie sat down. Bea wasn't done with her just yet and guided Annie's hand to Perry's crotch. She took his cock in her hand, feeling it grow between her fingers. "Go ahead, Annie," Bea urged. Annie lowered her head in his lap and guided his stiffening cock into her mouth. She felt Bea's hands between her legs; curious fingers seeking her sex, probing into her wetness, finding her emerging clit. Out of the corner of her eye Annie could see Maria and Connie return to the couch where they had been kissing, undoing their bras and peeling off their panties, then laying head to toe, their heads wedged between each other's thighs. Annie reached past Perry for Joe, not wanting him to feel left out, and found his hand resting in his lap. He guided her hand to his stiffened cock, and Annie began to stroke it as she sucked Perry's cock. She realized that both men were circumcised. She had seen pictures of circumcised cocks, but these were the first she ever seen in person. Now she was sucking one and would soon be sucking the other. Her mind wandered and she wondered if somehow they would feel different inside her. That was answered soon enough as Perry wrested his erection from between her suctioning lips and stood up in order to remove the remainder of his clothing. Bea insured Annie would remain wet by fingering her until Perry sat back down on the couch and Bea helped Annie straddle his lap, even guiding her husband's cock inside her. With a happy grunt, Annie settled down on his hardness and felt it stretching her inside; the fat ridge of flesh on his cockhead pressing against the walls of her cunt. Annie's fingers deftly lingered over his balls, first cupping and then gently rubbing. As Annie began to move up and down on his ever hardening prick, she realized that she felt no sign of any foreskin moving up and down inside of her, just the delicious feeling of his thickly veined cock rubbing the walls of her pussy. Perry pulled her closer and began to suckle her breasts, his hands cupping her bottom and urging her to fuck him faster. Joe stood up and unhurriedly undressed, watching Annie's pussy cling tightly to Perry's cock as it advanced and retreated from her constricted sheath. When he finished undressing, he casually walked behind the couch and offered his cock for Annie to suck. Annie leaned over Perry's shoulder and took Joe's tool in her mouth, hungrily sucking it while she bounced up and down on Perry's lap. Bea caressed her back as Annie continued fucking her husband. Bea called Joe over to her. Annie felt a twinge of disappointment when Joe pulled his hard cock out of her mouth and went directly to Bea, who was leaning over the back of the couch, presenting her ass to Joe. Annie looked on as Bea reached back and guided him into her pussy; moaning almost immediately as Joe began to briskly pound her from behind. Annie was into it now, thoroughly enjoying the feel of Perry's cock inside her. 'What a party Mal found for me, ' she thought, 'Cocaine, shit I haven't done any in years, and here I am getting royally screwed right next to a guy's wife -- who incidentally, has Joe's dick buried in her snatch.' She felt herself getting ready to cum and began bouncing faster on Perry's lap, trying to hurry her wonderful release. Perry squeezed Annie's ass, helping to guide it up and down on his impressive, impaling weapon. Annie grew closer to her climax and clenched herself around his pulsing member, wanting to make him come with her. He responded by squeezing her ass all the harder, urging Annie on to an even faster pace. The coke helped her to reach back and summon the energy to do so and the sounds of her grunting filled the den. Perry leaned in close to her ear and whispered, ""It takes me a while to come after a couple of lines. Why don't we screw in a different position for a while?" That said, Annie scooted from his lap, moaned softly as his erection emerged from her cunt and knelt on the couch leaning against its back, right beside Bea. Annie was about to kiss Bea when Perry speared her from behind, making her gasp with pleasure. "It's a wonderful feeling isn't it?" said Bea, who closed in for a brief kiss once Annie had recovered her equilibrium. Annie glanced down and noted Joe's glistening cock pumping in and out of Bea's shaven pussy. "Isn't my guy a stud?" Bea asked proudly. "Umm, yes!" Annie gasped as Perry's prick reached the deepest parts of her center. She was almost there; and when Perry leaned over her back to rub her swollen clit, she exploded, having to grasp the back of the couch to keep from falling to the floor. Through the sexual delirium of her orgasm, Annie distinctly heard Maria and Connie's muffled moans; the sounds diminished by the fact that their respective mouths were sealed upon the others sex. Bea was squealing loudly as she too reached her peak and came hard. Since Perry kept driving his prick into her at an ever increasing speed, Annie began to understand that neither Joe nor Perry had come and marveled at their staying power before attributing it to the cocaine. "OH! OH!" Bea gasped as Joe pummeled her pussy with pile driving strokes, causing her to climax on the heels of her previous orgasm. "Fill her up, Perry!" Empty your balls into her, baby!" Bea cooed to her husband. "Fill her with your cum so I can lick it out of her yummy little slit." "She's tight, Bea, baby. Tight like that slutty little babysitter you hired last month," he spat out through clenched teeth. Annie felt another orgasm rushing in on her as his testicles slapped her ass with each and every stroke of his cock. "How's my pussy, Joe?" Bea asked Joe. "Tight enough for you?" "You're still tight as Tessie's twat, Bea," Joe growled. "Let me have it, lover, c'mon blast off!" Just then, Annie felt Perry's cock start to swell and twitch within her, Perry gripped her hips gave one last deep thrust and she felt him flooding her with his load, hot spurt after hot spurt, virtually filling her cunt. As Perry withdrew his flaccid prick from Annie's hole, she realized that Connie had been kneeling behind him, tonguing his ass and that more than anything else had caused him to ejaculate. Maria was giving Joe exactly the same treatment. Seconds later, Annie saw his grimace as he came, emptying himself into Bea's waiting cunt. Connie caught Annie wrinkling her nose in disgust at her actions and called to her, "You should try it, you never know, you might love it." Annie found herself replying, "I'll put a finger up there but not my tongue." But before they could have an earnest conversation on the subject, Bea had her face between Annie's thighs, lapping away at her pussy devouring her husband's sperm as she had promised she would do. Kneeling in front of the coffee table, Joe and Perry were cutting several more lines of coke. Bea's tongue brought Annie close to another orgasm, but she eased back on the tongue throttle before Annie got there. They called a time out from the cunnilingus and knelt at the coffee table beside the men to snort another line or two. Then Joe produced two joints, lighted them and passed them around. Annie was as stoned as she'd ever been and was now willing to try anything. For some reason, sticking her tongue up someone's ass had taken a priority in her short list of sexy things to do. Connie sat down on the couch next to Annie. "So, who did you come here with, Annie?" "Me, myself and I," she replied and giggled inanely. Joe answered for her. "Mal brought her; then left after vouching for her. Annie's from Minneapolis, visiting our fair city of Atlanta for the weekend." "And glad to be here... too," Annie added after a slight pause. "That's interesting," Maria chimed in, "I summered with an aunt in Minneapolis when I was in my early teens." She closed her eyes as if to summon forth the memory. "She had such a lovely garden." Then in an aside to Connie, she said, "Of course that's where I met Angie. She introduced me to pussy love." "Oh," Connie replied, "the answer to a young girl's dreams?" "Well, mine anyway," Maria grinned and then the two embraced. When it ended, Annie said, "I feel I must tell you something Connie." Connie licked her lips, and knowing what was coming, glanced at Maria for approval and apparently got it. Then said, "And what is that?" "Your eyes..." Annie began, but halted, transfixed by the very blue eyes she was trying to extol. The raven-haired Connie took Annie by the shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her on her half-opened lips. Annie thought Connie's lips were as soft as a cloud and sent her tongue into the woman's mouth, searching for the same tongue that had revolted her only minutes before by probing and licking at Joe's asshole. When the kiss ended, Connie's husky voice commanded Annie, "Lay back for me, baby, I have to taste you." Annie lay back on the couch, one leg twisted under her, the other lifted so that it came to rest on the top of the couch's cushions. She had effectively spread herself as wide as possible in offering her pussy to Connie's questing mouth. Only seconds after Connie began, Annie was convulsing with pleasure as she came and came again. Her orgasms were heightened by the influx of cocaine and marijuana in her blood stream.She ground her hips from side to side as Connie licked and probed. Her woman's scent was so intoxicating, that Connie's nose kept sliding on her moistness. Still, she continued sucking Annie's folds gently into her mouth, tasting them, savoring them; moving inward to the inside of her thighs especially the area of skin between the insides of her thighs and her outer labia. Annie cried with joy as Connie licked all around her folds and slit, purposely staying away from her clitoris to prolong the pleasure. With a devilish smirk she licked Annie's pee hole and all the way up to the top of her slit, tasting and exploring with Annie moaning her way toward another climax. Connie moved closer to Annie's clit, probing the hood, lifting it up with her tongue, nipping it gently with her teeth. Then she found Annie's clitoris. It was distended and swollen when she brushed it with her tongue. Annie's hips rose instinctively, thrusting her clitoris into Connie's mouth. Annie was writhing and squirming. Her juices were flowing freely, the activity turning it into a frothy cream-like substance that Connie went for as though it were caviar. Connie pushed a finger into her, then another, and a third. Annie contracted her cuntal muscles, released them and tightened them again around Connie's fingers. "Oh my God!" Annie blurted out as her hips bucked wildly. Then she went stiff, holding her clitoris firmly pressed to Connie's mouth. Connie's fingers wriggled incessantly inside her. "Stop, stop! I can't take it any more. It's too good! It's too much!" She pushed Connie's head away from her with her hands. Both women managed to sit upright and stared at one another. A broad smile lit up Connie's face as Annie fanned her face with her hands. Then she opened her arms, inviting Connie into them. "C'mere you wonderful thing!" Annie said, and they embraced and kissed for a long time before parting. Maria joined them and kissed first Connie, then Annie. They switched off; plying tender kisses on one another for the next twenty minutes or so. Then Annie felt another person next to her and opened her eyes to find Joe, or rather, his erection hovering inches from her mouth. "Gotta get me some of that!" she croaked, then began licking his shaft from its base to its tip. As she ran her tongue over his superb testicles, the others seemed to rejoin their group, having finished whatever they were doing previously. Connie and Marie drifted into another sixty-nine on the couch. Joe led Annie away to the bedroom and he lay on his back as she climbed over him. Joe's eyes widened at the sight of Annie's breasts hanging free as she bent to capture his testicle in her mouth. Perry and Bea followed them into the room; and stood next to them watching. Bea held Perry's member in her hand, giving it little squeezes as she sought to revive him. "Throat him baby!" Bea called out in encouragement. Annie strove to do just that and since Joe was about seven inches in length, she managed to accomplish the feat. Then holding him like a trophy in one tiny fist, she saw the long string of her saliva hanging from his tip to her wrist. Letting her eyes take in the others observing her fellatio, she gave them a lewd leer and sucked the strand into her mouth and swallowed it as one would a long piece of spaghetti. "Bravo!" Perry yelled out. Yeah, you go get him girl!" Bea shouted. Annie began to laugh and had to remove Joe's cock from her mouth until she had brought herself under control. Then she eagerly allowed him to fill her mouth once more, rolling her tongue around his corona with obvious pleasure and deliberately making loud slurping noises for the others benefit. Joe was laughing with her as he pried his cock from between her tightly sealed lips. "C'mon woman, I have to get a fuck in here someplace," he said with some urgency. "Oh, yeah," she responded dully as he pulled her to her feet and had her sit in the armchair several feet from the bed. Feeling sluttish, Annie draped her legs over the sides of the armchair opening her up to everyone in the room. Through half-lidded eyes, Annie noted that several others had entered the bedroom. She recognized Joe's wife, Barbara, her friends, Jackie and Elise, the blond haired guy and the maid, among others, but soon forgot they existed as Joe went down on her after coating her cunt with a goodly amount of coke. The cocaine made her labia sizzle. His tongue lapping it up made her even hotter. She didn't come, but it was as if she were. The sensations were incredible and all she could do was lean back and moan while lifting her pelvis higher and higher trying to get his marvelous mouth tighter against her cunt. Annie came hard the second Joe's finger touched her asshole. From a far away place Annie heard Elise's voice, yelling, "Joe! Joe! Make her cum!" In the dim recesses of her mind, Annie thought, 'Don't they know that I'm coming like crazy?' But when Joe's finger began rubbing over her G she knew for the first time that she had never cum like this before. The tidal wave of orgasm smashed into her, brought her to the highest of highs - then threw her into oblivion and she blacked out, rather than lose her mind to the inconceivable sensations that were devouring her. ------- On awakening, Annie saw Perry and Bea fucking casually on the bed several feet away oblivious to her presence. She got up, tottered a couple feet before regaining her sense of balance and left the bedroom to wander around the house. Annie found her purple thong wedged between the cushions of the couch in the living room and clutched them in her left hand. She saw a line of coke on the coffee table and decided to help herself to it. 'I just wanted to get laid, ' she thought. 'Did I ever. Who would believe me back in Minneapolis?' She laughed dryly, for her throat hurt. 'Too many cocks tonight, ' she thought. Then she smiled wryly. 'Like who the fuck would I tell about this night?' She spied a pack of Winston's on another small table and shook one out. "Need a light for that?" A voice behind her said. Annie turned, holding the cigarette halfway to her lips. "Yes, thank you," she said to a total stranger who was making no pretense of taking in her physical attributes. He was an older man, at least sixty, distinguished looking and unlike most everyone else, he was fully dressed. He lit her cigarette with a solid gold lighter and glanced at the purple thong Annie still clutched in her fist. "Are you putting it on, or taking it off?" "She exhaled and smiled at him. "I just found it again. Lucky I guess." "Indeed," he said, "with all the naked people running about I should thing recovering ones under garments might present a major problem, not to mention one's outer garments as well." "You're right," she replied. "I'm Annie, by the way." "Lewis." He said, "Lewis Cloninger. I'm Joe's father." "Oh, really? How do you do?" "I take it that you're enjoying yourself?" "You could say that, yes." "I gathered as much. "I saw you with Joe earlier," he said. "He's very nice." She told him. "He screwed my brains out. "Actually he ate you out. You have lovely breasts. Quite lovely actually." Annie remained silent. He looked pretty good for someone as old as he appeared to be. Still, Joe's father... 'The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree, or something like that, ' she told herself. They wandered into the kitchen and she thought he had to be hung as least as well as Joe was, and that was all to the good. Without saying a word, Lewis hoisted her up onto the counter and kissed her. He had a minty taste that Annie liked. She ran her hands through his graying hair as he hoisted her legs over his shoulders and placed a gentle kiss upon her cunt. His tongue, an artful digger if ever there was one, tormented her clit, darting over and around it with almost no pressure placed upon the tender nub. Still highly aroused from her earlier encounter with Joe and Connie, she came quickly. Lewis kissed her once on the mouth and thanked her in a pleasant fashion. He caught her off guard by taking his leave as she was reaching for him, wanting to taste his cock, which she had not even seen. Annie went into the bathroom, peed and then cleansed herself in the shower. Leaving the shower without toweling off, she wandered out to the pool area finding a sea of writhing bodies in the water, or so it seemed. Actually only four couples were going at it in the pool itself. Two other couples were making out at the far end on some lounges, and three people were having drinks and smoking pot while waiting for the men to revive sexually. Annie recognized the maid on the grassy lawn beyond the pool covered with the semen of two gentlemen who were just finishing their dual masturbation and emptying their cocks upon her face and chest. She thought about having another drink, but decided against it. "Not a good idea after all the cocaine," she said to herself aloud. To her left she saw Bea, sitting on the third step leading into the pool. The blond-haired guy was slowly pumping a very impressive cock into her. Annie surmised that it was about 10 or 11 inches and thought about joining them. She scanned the rest of the pool area and noted Jackie Rawls blowing Perry Dunlap and Elise going down on Barbara Cloninger, but where was Joe? A woman with long gray hair was surrounded by men. She had a cock in each orifice and two more in her hands. Annie edged closer to the writhing mass of flesh, wondering who the woman was. She had not seen her before and concluded that people were still coming and going - 'No pun intended, ' she thought. She turned to leave and bumped into Joe. He'd been fucking an older woman, perhaps his mother's age. Her tits sagged, but all in all, she was holding up rather well. "I should look that good at her age," Annie muttered. Joe's cock glistened with their commingled fluids. He took Annie's hand, thanked the older woman and led Annie back into the house. Alone in what she took to be his bedroom, he asked, "What do you think? About all this, I mean," he said. He sucked on a bottle of beer. "I really don't know what to think," Annie replied. "I mean, I like it. I haven't had such great sex... ever." "Yeah, I know," he said. "So many different people, so many variations. And they know what they're doing... most anyway." He laughed and then finished the beer and put it down." His cock stirred in his lap. He leaned over and kissed her. "You, Annie, are a breath of fresh air." She laughed at that, said, "You're lucky I just showered. Otherwise I'd smell like a whorehouse on wheels." They both enjoyed a laugh at that. Then Annie pushed him backward onto the bed and took his cock in her mouth, ravishing it with her teeth and tongue. When he was hard she straddled his hips and guided him inside her. He reached up to cup Annie's breasts and she leaned down, seeking his lips as her hips churned against his seeking even more pleasure. They fucked slowly, savoring the varied sensations it brought. Annie knew the cocaine had worn off for there was only the feel of skin on skin, hip bone against hip bone and lips and tongues and nipples and balls... but not the thousand different thoughts per second that the cocaine caused to rush through one's mind. Still this was good. It was very good. Perhaps because they were savoring the moment, taking their time, exploring one another that made all the difference. When she came it was with a soft moan. Joe moved more quickly then and a moment later she felt his seed hot against her vaginal walls and came again. Afterward they lay together, staying connected, exchanging gentle touches and kisses. His wife, Barbara knocked on the door and entered. Joe kissed her too. "The party's over," she said wistfully. "Oh," Annie said and sat up. "Actually there's no urgency to leave. Everyone's fucked out and they're getting dressed. If they can find their clothes, that is." Barbara laughed at that. Joe smiled. "If you can't find your stuff, or something suitable, help yourself to anything in my wardrobe there," she pointed to one of two walkin closets. "You're welcome to come visit me in Minneapolis," Annie said. "Yes, we will. We have your address and number, right?" "Yes, by the front entry there was a bowl, I left my card there." "And Jim & Valerie Marcolina, do call them," Barbara said. "If I locate my purse I have their address. I will certainly call them. If their entertaining is half as good as yours I'm in for a treat." "Treatment is more like it," Joe said softly, caressing her arm and sending a wave of tingling right to her pussy. Annie left them on the bed and moved into the living room. People were in various stages of dress. Elise had gotten short-tempered, looking for her dress and was cursing the maid. The maid, who had been eaten out by Elise at least twice during the evening responded curtly, saying," You took it off, how the hell should I know where?" "Bitch!" Elise spat out, only to have the maid slap her across the face. Annie thought a cat fight would ensue, but Elise apparently mollified by the blow, apologized to the maid and went off in search of her dress. Annie found her dress, but a plump blonde was wearing it. Annie wasn't heavy by any means, but the dress on the blonde was stretched to a point that Annie let her pass without saying a word. She found her shoes, then her purse and returned to Barbara's bedroom to take her up on the offer of a dress to wear home. Barbara, wearing a strap-on cock was fucking her husband anally. Joe's face was buried in a pillow as Barbra pummeled his bottom with the instrument. She shook her head in recognition and sweat went flying all over the room. Annie didn't speak, but went to the closet and selected the first dress she saw and slipped it on. She gave Barbara a wave and left her slamming the strap-on into Joe who was groaning loudly. Perry and Bea, who were to give her a ride back to her hotel, were nowhere to be found. Nor were Connie and Maria. Annie called for a cab and sat down to wait. A minute later, she dialed her hotel and had them check her out. The cab arrived and she told the driver to take her to the airport. "The sooner I get home, the sooner I can call the Marcolina's," she muttered under her breath. "God, I'm getting horny already." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-05-25 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------