Staci Peters
Every Man For Anne

Chapter 1

Bill couldn't take his eyes from the screen. His girlfriend, Anne, was quite forgotten. Wow, this was fantastic! He'd never seen a movie as good as this before. They sure didn't come any hotter…

All three of them were lying on the bed: the therapist, his pretty young nurse, and the even more attractive patient who was getting a practical demonstration she hadn't bargained for. Still, she didn't seem to mind as she lay there in Julie's arms, returning the nurse's French-kisses measure for measure. Julie leaned away from Katy and began rubbing the doctor's legs and balls.

She wriggled lower. "Frank, I swear you've got the longest prick I've ever seen."

"And I bet you've seen a few in your job," Katy giggled, really getting into the swing of things.

Frank just smiled as Julie opened her mouth and swallowed the top of his distended cock Katy moved down too, so that she could have a clearer view of the action.

"You see, Katy," he said, "there's nothing to worry about. My prick won't eat you… you're the one who does the eating!"

"I knew you could get me over this silly hang-up," she said. "No wonder my husband Jack told me to come and see you."

Julie ran her fingers through Katy's hair and as she did so she gently pressured Katy's head down until her lips were touching the bottom of Frank's shaft.

"Here," said Julie, as she used both hands to point his cock at Katy's face. Hesitantly she took a large mouthful and slowly began to swirl her tongue around the rim of his knob. Even as she sucked a little more greedily, Katy looked up at the doctor for approval. Frank beamed with satisfaction.

Julie was still working her fingers on the shaft, and now she withdrew the tip of Frank's cock from Katy's mouth and slipped it back into her own. Katy rolled over between Frank's legs, and without any further bidding, she ducked down and began licking the short ridge behind his balls and fried to force her tongue round into his crack. As she surfaced for breath, Julie slipped his cock back between her lips. Then Julie took it again. The two of them swapped sucking each time they took it in a little deeper.

Now the two girls were kissing each other with the head of Frank's cock between their mouths. They were tonguing each other and licking his prick at the same time. Frank sighed with sheer pleasure.

"I want it all," murmured Katy, and bent over Frank as she swallowed his cock as far down her throat as it would go. She took one more gulp of air then throat-fucked him to a climax. Frank shuddered as he came and spurt after spurt of his burning spunk shot down Katy's insides.

"Fuck!" said Bill. "No wonder they call this movie Deeper and Deeper. Just look at that."

He still couldn't take his eyes off the screen where Katy was now French-kissing Frank while the nurse sucked out the very last drops of come.

"Wow," Bill said again, "would you look at that!" He glanced over at his girlfriend.

Anne was calmly jotting something down in a large notebook and it seemed as if she'd paid little attention to the cock-sucking session which had really turned her boyfriend on.

"What the hell… " Bill said with a disappointed edge in his voice, "Can't you pack that up?"

"Sorry, Bill," Anne smiled at him. "I just wanted to note something down. I didn't want to forget it, that's' all."

"Well, I still think it's a crazy idea for your term paper. Anyway, I'd rather you took note of what's happening up there on the screen."

"Oh, come on, let's not go over it again. I think the Bronco Drive-in is a perfect microcosm of the whole town. It's a great story."

Bill pushed in the cigarette-lighter and pulled out a Salem while he waited for it to heat up.

"I don't think Professor Martin's going to like it," he commented. "What are you going to describe? How Sue-Ann is sucking on Richard's cock in the back of his father's Oldsmobile?" He pointed at the car in front of them.

"Sure, why not?" said Anne. "At least my paper will be an accurate reflection of life around us and not just some stupid daydream."

She indicated the dark shadow of the Plymouth parked by the last speaker in the rear row. "Do you think Jimmy Nash really risked bringing Alex Wilson's wife to the drive-in so they could actually watch Deeper and Deeper and… what was that first one, High school Jailbait?"

"I guess not," Bill laughed. He took a deep drag on his cigarette. "And I doubt if old Professor Wright really came out for his sociological interests." He pointed over at the old Chevy to their left. "I bet he's jacking off all over the steering wheel."

"That's what I was telling you," said Anne. "This is one Creative Writing assignment John Martin's never going to forget."

"So you think you'll shock him into giving you a good grade, eh?"

"I just hope it works out that way. For Silke's sake too."

"Why, what's Silke writing?' asked Bill?

Silke was the girl who lived in the basement apartment at Anne's house. She was Anne's best friend.

"Oh, she's doing a sort of jet-set sex story. How she got seduced and screwed on the plane coming over here front Munich."

"I've never heard that story."

"Well, there's lots of stories you never get to hear of, Bill. Girls do keep some things to themselves, you know."

As Bill stubbed out his cigarette, the sound of heavy breathing through the speaker by his ear jerked his attention back to the screen.

Katy was busy practicing her new-found confidence on her husband Jack. She was munching away at his big fat cock and deftly rolling her tongue around and around it. Jack lay there with his hands behind his head reveling in his heightened pleasure. As Katy began sucking him rhythmically in and out, she reached down and started to finger-fuck herself. There was a close-up of her fingers buried deep in her cunt as the love juices flowed down over her hand.

"I'm going to shoot my wad right now," said Bill.

Anne chucked the notebook and pencil onto the back seat, then reached over and unzippered his fly. She slipped her hand inside and pulled.the front of his pants down. His cock, suddenly released, sprang out at rigid attention. She put her left arm round his shoulder and hall-dragged him round toward her, while with her right hand she played lightly with his balls.

She opened her mouth and wagged the tip of her tongue, Bill needed no second invitation but clamped his lips to hers and pushed deeply into her mouth. Anne sucked on his tongue as she jacked him off with increasing speed. Bill grunted as Anne now pushed her tongue into his mouth and ran it behind the back of his teeth. She moved her hand right over the top of his cock as his hips bucked and he came again and again into the palm of her hand.

Anne broke of the kiss and Bill gasped for air as she held her hand up. Her palm and fingers were covered in sticky strings of his sperm. She grinned and slowly began to lick her hand clean. She put the tip of her tongue in the center of her hand and then r it all the way up her index finger.

"Mmm," Anne murmured. "That's why I love going to the drive-in. I get such lovely hot-dogs here."

Silke too, would have been at the Bronco Drive-in that evening if her boyfriend Greg had had anything to do with it. As it was she had decided to stay home alone and finish off the rough draft of her term paper.

It was a warm summer night that felt even closer down in her basement apartment But she thought the air-conditioning made her feel too cool, so she switched it off and slipped on a thin cotton robe. Silke sat cross-legged on a large comfortable cushion. Sheets of paper were scattered over the coffee table in front of her.

It was all going surprisingly well. It was amazing how much her vocabulary had grown in the fourteen months she'd been in America. She was writing out the story of her flight over the Atlantic. Silke told it from a third-person viewpoint and had called the central character Maria; this wasn't just to disguise herself; it also had the advantage of avoiding the mental pronunciation of her real name. Professor Martin always called her "Silker" when, in fact, it was pronounced Silky. Otherwise, the story was all pretty much the way it had happened.

Her father, a successful manufacturer, had treated her to a first-class ticket on a mid-week jumbo jet. The plane was only a quarter lull and the first-class bar was almost deserted. The only other passenger there, Russ Randell, a jet-set business executive, insisted on getting her another drink. Mmm, Silke had thought as he walked across the cabin toward her, he's pretty good-looking. Silke picked up her pencil again.

"Maria was feeling pretty light-headed after two Lufthansa martinis. She smiled up at the tall dark man who had put his drink on the bar next to hers and was looking down at her with undisguised admiration.

"My name's Russ," he said. "That glass looks empty. Can I get you another drink, Miss…?"

"Maria. Thanks, I wouldn't mind another martini."

She leaned forward a little, resting one elbow on the bar, so that he could clearly see her full breasts straining at the flimsy fabric of her blouse. A tiny bead of perspiration trickled down the deep, inviting cleft revealed by the low-cut neckline.

"Are you traveling alone?" His husky voice had a decisive undertone. It was the voice of a man who always got what he wanted. He moved a bit closer and Maria caught the heady scent of expensive cologne mingled with raw masculinity. She felt the lips of her cunt contract and grow moist as she thought of what it might be like being dominated by such a man.

"Yes, I'm going to America to study," she replied. Her voice trembled with anticipation as she glanced down at the bulging front of his slacks. She shifted slightly on the bar stool, letting one leg slide down toward the floor to reveal her soft thighs.

Russ turned to the barman. "Get us another round of martinis, would you… and don't hurry back." He slipped a couple of bills across the bar. The barman quickly slid them out of sight, winked knowingly at Russ, then disappeared through the interconnecting door at the far end.

Maria turned toward the window and gazed down at the clouds far below them. Russ was close behind her.

"They're so beautiful," she whispered, "like creamy white mountains."

"You could say that" replied Russ, "and I don't mean the clouds."

Maria leaned back against him as he slipped his hands down the front of her blouse and gently ran his fingers around her breasts. Her nipples hardened into firm points under his Insistent touch, and she sighed with pleasure. He continued his exploration of her body. While one hand lightly tickled her left nipple, the other slid past the waistband of her skirt and caressed her warm stomach. His fingers twisted in the springy curls of her bush, pulling lightly at the thick hair. Maria squirmed excitedly, feeling the hot juices soak her thin panties and a droplet trickle down the inside of her thighs.

She pushed her backside hard against his groin, grinding her hips against him. The bulge had swollen to a full hard-on, and she felt his prick thrusting at her ass. His arms lightened about her. He ran his tongue around her ear, lightly tickling the inside.

"Oh, Russ," she murmured, "do it now. Hurry, before he comes back."

Quickly he took his hands out of her blouse. With one hand he unzipped his fly while the other slipped her panties down to her knees. Maria reached round and hitched her skirt up to her waist then grabbed his throbbing cock and shoved it against her buttocks,

His rod slipped easily from her moist crack and into her cunt. Maria moaned softly as she felt the sharp pang of penetration. She stood on tiptoe to make it easier for him, putting one hand against the window for support. Her fingers rubbed urgently against his wet shaft as he thrust in and out. He squeezed her lightly, kneading her breasts and rubbing his face against her hair.

Suddenly she felt an explosion of warmth inside her as they both came. Her body quivered in ecstasy, and she squeezed her legs together to hold him in as long as she could. For a few moments they stood locked together, gasping for breath. Then Russ took a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it to her cunt as he pulled himself out of her. There was a squelching sound as he withdrew, and they both laughed. Maria wiped the creamy come from the lips of her pussy, then quickly put her clothes back in place. As Russ was doing up his fly, the barman came back with two martinis, He gave them a lecherous grin, and put the drinks down on the bar.

"Hope you're enjoying the flight," he said knowingly. "We may be Lufthansa, but we try to fly united…"

Here Silke paused. She had to admit to herself that recalling her high-altitude fuck was really making her feel randy. Wow. If Anne's paper was half as explicit they were going to blow Martin's mind. The girls hadn't compared notes since they'd discussed their original ideas. They had agreed to wait until both of them had each completed the first draft. If originality counted for anything in Creative Writing 241 then they were cinches for an A grade.

Silke got up and crossed to the refrigerator in the kitchen alcove. She brought an Icy can of root beer back to the coffee table and flopped down full length on the chesterfield.

She felt down between her thighs. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet. Silke arched her hips and tugged the sodden wisp of nylon off. One leg dropped to the floor, the' other was bent up on the couch cushions. Her fingers played with the blonde curls of pussy hair. Silke allowed them to wander lower and ran the fingertips along the juicy slit of her cunt.

Silke reached back: with her left hand and clicked off the lamp on the side table behind her. She lay there in the darkened room lightly fingering herself. She reached inside her cotton robe and massaged her right breast. The nipple hardened under the light rolling motion she applied. And her clit became a firm little button in response to her probing fingers. She drifted into the twilight world of her imagination. Here it was her turn to dominate Russ.

She was in a hotel room with him. Somewhere luxurious. Maybe the exclusive penthouse of a posh New York hotel. They were playing cards. His jacket and trousers were carelessly crumpled on the floor beside them. It must have been strip poker.

I'm sifting cross-legged on the floor, thought Silke. She leant back on her elbows so that Russ could get a clear view, of her snatch: blond curls peeked out from either side of the narrow strip of lace that barely covered her juicy cunt. Russ had a massive erection. "I suggest we up the ante and play for higher stakes," Silke told him. He rose to the bait but lost the next deal.

"Now it's my turn to call the shots, and I order you to remove everything but your jockey shorts and go lie on the bed." As soon as he was in position she bound his arms and legs lightly with the cords from their bathrobes. Now Russ had to lie helpless as she teased him unmercifully. She flipped on the radio and magically the music was "The Stripper." She saw herself slowly peeling off her remaining clothes.

When she had only her bikini pants on she moved closer to the bed. She rubbed her hands between her thighs as lewdly as she could. "What's this?"

"Cunt," gasped Russ.

"Whose cunt?

"Silke's cunt."

"What sort of cunt?"

"A silky cunt. A juicy cunt." Russ was unbearably excited by now.

Silke slipped off the flimsy panties. She held them under his nose.

"Open up," Silke commanded him.

Russ opened his mouth and Silke screwed the moist panties into a tiny bail which she slowly pushed into his mouth. She crossed the room to the table on which were the remnants of their private candlelight dinner. She picked up one of the long yellow candles and came back to Russ.

Silke tugged down his Y-fronts and held his rigid cock between two fingers. "Why, you don't even measure up to this candle."

There was a chair by the bedside and Silke flopped into it. She straddled one leg over each arm and displayed her slick pussy before the frustrated Russ.

"Now watch carefully, she ordered. Slowly she inched the candle up her cunt. She threw her head back and ground her hips in the chair. Russ mumbled tough the delicious stuffing in his mouth. He pleaded to be allowed to fuck her. Silke paid no attention. Her stomach muscles were taut with anticipation. Her climax came with a shudder that trembled through her whole body. She wanted it never to stop.

Silke rocked her hips even faster as the orgasm exploded within her. Suddenly she was back… she was lying on the chesterfield… she had two fingers working in her cunt while with the other hand she rubbed her clit. Silke removed her fingers and almost absent-mindedly began licking them. That was good, she thought but I wish I was sucking a big, long cock right now.

She reached back behind her and clicked on the light. She placed the phone on the coffee table and flopped back on the couch, then she dialed Greg's number.

"Hello," he answered after two rings.

"Hi, Greg… it's Silke."

"How are things going?!"

"Pretty well. I finished that paper I was working on."

"Great. Do you want to go out now? Or is it too late?"

"Well, why don't you come over here?"

"Sure… be there in ten minutes."

Silke hung up. She was enjoying college life in America. This seemed to be one place where you could have your cake and eat it too.