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Chapter 8

Anne awoke earlier than usual on Saturday morning. The hectic activities of the previous evening had done nothing to dull the edge of her anticipation for their plans for today. She lay, for a few moments daydreaming of Greg's thick cock pulsing within her oven as Silke had lapped at her cunt with a wickedly knowledgeable tongue. Just thinking about it made her all juicy again. I adore fucking, she thought, and today is going to be something special. I wonder how Bill will like making up a foursome? He always enjoys the group scenes in those swinging movies. Well, tonight he'll get his chance to join in one for real. It should be quite a spectacle for John. Inwardly she chuckled, Maybe I could try to get both the guys to fuck me at the same time. Anne sandwich. A delicious thought.

She slipped out of bed without disturbing Silke. Anne went down to the kitchen and fixed breakfast. She laid out a tray with orange juice, cornflakes and cream, and a slice of toast. The bright early morning sun streamed in through the kitchen window. She looked out at the back lawn while she waited for the kettle to boil, I must remember to turn the sprinkler on. Her father had left very explicit instructions for the care of the lawns; it had taken him quite awhile to achieve their impressive nap finish. Anne made a pot of tea and added two cups to the tray before taking it down to the basement apartment.

John was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head. He nodded at Anne in reply to her bouncy greeting.

"Sleep well?" she enquired.

"As well as could be expected."

"You mean after that little bout you witnessed last night?"

"I mean as well as could be expected while I'm trussed up like this. I tried to turn over in my sleep and nearly, strangled myself."

"Now that would have been most inconsiderate of you. We don't want you to miss today's demonstration."

"I think you made your point last night," John said. "Isn't it time you let me go?"

"Let you go?" Anne cried out in wide-eyed innocence. "But I thought you were enjoying it?"

Anne had placed the tray on the bedside stand and was sitting on the carpet with her back to the dressing table.

"Nice legs," said John.

Anne casually allowed her robe to slip open just a touch more. "The question is, how much have you learned so far?"

"… that I'd forgotten just how much pleasure there is in the human body."

"That's pretty good for a start."

"And that, although I spend much of my tithe with young people, I've simply lost touch with their daring and excitement."

"That's good too," said Anne as she sipped at her tea. "Do you admit that my paper is probably an accurate reflection of what this town gets up to?"

"I guess I'd have to," John groaned. He ate only half of the toast. "After what I've seen, I'd believe almost anything."

"Why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves? There's nothing wrong with a little healthy exercise," Anne said. She lit a cigarette.

"Hey, steady on. I wasn't moralizing," John defended himself. "Do you mind if I had one of those?"

"Sure." She tossed the package across to him. "Well, you didn't sound very approving."

He lit his cigarette. "I thought I'd managed to give these damn things up… "

"Like you gave up sex?"

"I didn't… " John began to protest,"… no, you're right. It's not only Joannah's fault. We've both let it become so mechanical. The fun, the enjoyment, seems to have drained out of it. You do have to use your imagination. Sex should never become stale."

"Well, at this rate, you'll soon deserve to be let free."

John looked at her imploringly. She stubbed out her cigarette, replaced the ashtray on the corner of the dressing table, and moved toward him. "Not quite yet, though."

Anne picked up the breakfast tray and turned for the door.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to take a snooze until you two girls decide you've played this game long enough."

He: lay back on the bed and turned his head away from her. Anne took the tray back up to the kitchen. It's gorgeous out there, she thought. It would be a pity to waste it. Anne and Silke rarely let slip any opportunity to sunbathe. She rinsed the few breakfast things under the tap and then went up to her bedroom.

Silke was still fast asleep. Anne picked up the paperback she'd been reading and walked through to her parents' bedroom. It won't disturb Silke if I run the water in their bathtub, she thought. Maybe If I take a good long soak, Silke will wake up and feel like going Out into the garden. Anyway, her folks' bathroom was equipped with a pulsating water-jet attachment which was a lot of fun to play with. She turned on the taps and fiddled around until the temperature was just right. As it filled up she tossed in some bright blue bath-beads.

Towel, book… damn. I left my cigarettes downstairs, she cursed under her breath. She turned the bath on, slipped on her robe, and went downstairs again. John appeared to be sound asleep. She tiptoed over to the bedside table where he'd put down the cigarette packet.

Just as she picked it up, his hand snaked out and clamped round her wrist. With one jerk, he pulled the surprised girl down onto the bed. Anne let out a squeal.

"Scream as hard as you like," he reminded her "no one will hear you."

She struggled to break free of his grasp. John twisted around until she was half-pinned underneath him.

"Now where's that key?" he demanded. He felt in her pockets. Nothing. They were both empty. Her robe had been opened wide in their short tussle, revealing all of her supple body. His chest hairs were brushing against her nipples. She no longer struggled but wriggled beneath him suggestively. His left thigh lay between her legs, which she clamped together; with rhythmic pelvic thrusts she began rubbing her pussy against him.

Neither of them spoke a word. Gently he brushed the hair back from her shoulders. He squeezed the ripe fullness of her breasts in his hand. John lowered his face over hers, and they kissed passionately. His desire so whetted, he wanted her badly now. He needed her body.

"Anne," he murmured.

She withdrew the arm he had been lying on and started to caress his balls. She cupped her hands and weighed them in her palms. Anne ran the very tips of her fingernails in a delicate tracery along the underside of his shaft. His cock was straining rigid at her touch. She released the grip her thighs had exerted on his leg and twisted so that they were each lying sideways. She bent his prick forward and slipped it between her legs, then she closed them over him.

They rocked their hips as they lay there. He was not in her pussy, but his prick was rubbing along the length of her moist crevice. Each stroke drew

John's cock sliding across the stiff button of her clitoris. He couldn't take much more of it; he had to invade her.

Anne placed restraining hands against him. She grazed across his chest and sucked on his nipples. She snuggled down lower and, with the tip of her tongue, she traced a path down his taut stomach. He lay on his back. She wriggled lower. John spread his legs wide. She crouched between them. Anne now held his cock upright. A tiny droplet of semen leaked from its tip. In one smooth movement she licked right up its length. Her eyes never left him.

"Now, like you did it for Silke's boyfriend last night." John pleaded in a husky whisper. "Suck it for me!"

Anne bent lower, her mouth wide open to receive him. Then she moved in a blur of speed.

"Not quite yet," she shouted out, as she somersaulted onto the floor. With one bound she'd jumped clear off the bed and halfway across the room. John groaned.

"No fair. You shouldn't have grabbed me."

"You little minx!" he exploded. She grinned and ran for the door.

"It was a nice try, though."

"You can't leave me like… " The sentence was cut short as Anne scampered from the room, slamming the door behind her. She smiled at the thought of John nursing his aching balls. She was still smiling when she settled down in the blue bathwater. Anne still didn't have her cigarettes, but she wasn't going back just yet for another try.

That little frolic with John had made her randier than she wanted to admit. That was a mean trick, she thought. Maybe I'll make up for it late. She relaxed in the soft soapy water. Anne felt drowsy. She didn't bother with her paperback, but instead reached for the head of the water pulsator. She rested the back of her neck against the plastic bath pillow and, opening her thighs, she aimed the gentle stream of warm water against the lips of her cunt.

The surface of the blue-tinted water churned in little eddies and whirlpools as the tiny jets played with a delicately tingling sensation on her vulva. She reached down under the water and used two fingers to stretch open her furry crevice to expose the growing bud of her clit. It was stimulating and relaxing all at the same time. For a moment she concentrated on the thrills it aroused in her, then she let her mind drift off… her imagination wandered.

She was in a room. Looking into another room. Where was she? A room, someone was with her. Silke's bedroom. She was looking through the mirror-window. Her brother was in the lounge. Who was that with him? It was Larry with Maryjane Moore. He was in T-shirt and jeans. She was wearing her most eye-catching cheerleader's outfit. White socks. A tiny pleated white skirt. A scarlet sweater which she barely fitted into. What was he saying to her? Their mouths opened and closed, but no sound was carried into the bedroom.

A body beside her shifted expectantly. It was Paul. He was the organist with her brother's band.

She sensed that the dark shape to her right was the base player, Mark. From behind someone whispered vague, promising obscenities in her ear. She'd recognize the voice anywhere. It was Jim Cavendish, the drummer. They were all standing behind the glass watching Larry with Maryjane.

She was sitting on his lap in the old armchair.

The outfit she was wearing made her look like a little girl. The matching scarlet lipstick and heavy eye makeup only accentuated her doll-like appearance. Larry had one hand up the back of her sweater, the other he rested lightly on her skirt.

They were kissing. Nothing heavy. Maryjane seemed coyly hesitant.

Larry kissed her again. Anne could see he was forcing his tongue into her mouth Maryjane resisted. Larry switched his attention to her neck and then nibbled his way up to her earlobe. He pursed his lips then pulled on it gently. He blew softly in her ear and poked her there with the point of his tongue. Maryjane wriggled with delight Anne felt someone doing it to her. Her breathing was becoming irregular.

This time Maryjane offered him only token resistance before letting him push his tongue between her lips. She began sucking on it as Larry caressed the smooth skin up her spine. Gradually Larry raised his hand, slipped it beneath her sweater, and groped for her big girl tits. She snuggled up to him, putting her hands behind his head in order to pull him down even closer while allowing his fingers more room to manipulate her rapidly stiffening nipples.

Anne felt someone reach around and grasp her own tits. What had she on that made it so easy? A nylon nightie, pale blue like the bathwater, the front slipped open. Jim rolled the hard rosy tips between his fingers. She never took her eyes off her brother in the room beyond. Larry was whispering in the girl's ear. Maryjane flushed. Again, Larry kissed her. This time she opened her mouth wide as his lips fastened on hers. She had pearly white teeth in vivid contrast to her lipstick. Now as Larry probed with his tongue, he rolled her sweater up beneath her armpits.

A boy beside her gasped. It sounded like Paul. Anne didn't turn her head. Maryjane had large mauvish discs adorning each breast; she cradled Larry's head as he bent to suck at her like a cat with a saucer of cream. Anne could feel the hard bulge of Jim's cock pressing against her ass through the flimsy material of her nightdress. Her head jerked back involuntarily with pleasure as he squeezed on her nipples. He was kissing the back of her neck. Paul was breathing huskily in her ear, saying exactly what he'd always wanted to do with her, while. on the other side she could feel the wet swirling of Mark's tongue. An electric thrill shivered through her.

When she looked back through the glass, Maryjane was still lying sideways across the old armchair but Larry was kneeling in front, sucking on one teat while massaging the other round and round. There was a dreamy look in Maryjane's eyes as she played her fingers through his shaggy mane.

The vivid sweater lay in a discarded heap on the floor. Larry switched around. His right hand moved up to play on the glistening peak of her breast, while the other strayed down to rub softly on the flesh above her knee where it was crooked over the arm of the chair. He kissed her again deeply as if to stifle any possible denial of the liberties he was taking with her young body. Anne watched with fascinated curiosity as Larry wandered farther up her thigh. Her view was blocked by the appearance of Paul's face before hers. He clamped his mouth roughly against hers. Two pairs of hands were now groping her body.

After Paul withdrew his tongue, Anne watched her brother working on Maryjane. As he gave her deep probing soul kisses, his fingers forced their way under the elastic of the frilly white panties. She wriggled as if to stop his advance but knowing full well it only gave him easier access to her tight little quim. The crotch of her panties was warm and damp. Larry ran his fingertip along the silky fringe of Maryjane's slit.

Seemingly to consolidate his rapid progress, Larry removed his hand and reached up to stroke back the dark errant curls of her hair. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek. Sucked again at her nipples which were now puffed with excitement. He whispered lovingly in her ear all the promises she so wanted to hear. He reached with both hands beneath her skirt. Maryjane trembled and shook her head. Again, Larry murmured something. Almost reluctantly, she arched her hips as he tugged the lacy white panties off in one smooth movement Larry resumed his indirect approach. He fondled her breasts some more and kissed her again. As he ran his tongue around the back of her teeth, he maneuvered her hand down and stroked it against the front of his jeans. When he released his grip, so Maryjane also-removed her hand. Larry was in no hurry. He didn't pressure her. Anne could feel Jim's hand reaching around under her ass, his finger probing along the sticky slit of her cunt. She reached sideways with both hands and was immediately aware of the jutting manhood tilt Paul and Mark simultaneously offered her. Anne felt droplets of juice trickle down the inside of her thigh. One of the fellows beside her twisted his fingertips in the tangled fur triangle that surmounted the squishy lips of her puss.

She saw Maryjane turning about in the chair. Larry took the opportunity to shuck off his T-shirt. Anne breathed in deeply at the sight of her brother's bulging chest, built up by years of working out in the gym. She had never been turned on by the sight of him like this before. Maryjane sat forward nuzzling him as she ran her fingers over the ridges of muscle. Larry then pushed her gently back in the chair. He propped her legs up over the wide slope of his shoulders. Her white woolen socks were crumpled around her ankles, and she sucked on her thumb as Larry lifted up the short pleated skirt and folded it back on the soft curve of her belly. A thicket of dark ringlets formed a broad wedge pointing down to the purple gash of her cunt. Maryjane appeared to concentrate on the thumb in her mouth as Larry kissed and nibbled a. track along the inside of her leg. Anne thought she could smell the sweet but pungent odor of Maryjane's expectation but smiled when she realized it was more likely her own. Jim had slipped his finger up her by now, and Mark was holding her hand to his prick. They paused for a moment to watch the scene before them.

Very slowly, as if not to alarm her, Larry placed the tips of his thumbs on the lips of her cunt. Maryjane closed her eyes and wriggled her bum in the seat to thrust her hips even more squarely before him. Exerting the gentlest of pressure he peeled back the folds of skin, with their darkly fringed curls, to open her furrow wide. Anne could hardly believe her eyes. The boys with her gasped.

Maryjane's clit popped forward like a miniature cock. The stiff little joint protruded from the notch of her inner lips. Larry bent forward and flicked his tongue across it. Maryjane squirmed with obvious delight. Larry pursed his lips and rolled her distended clitoris between them. She shuddered again. Keeping his teeth well shielded by his lips he lightly nipped it. Maryjane's hands shot forward and clasped his head to her naked gash. A tiny drop of pearly dew formed in the notch below her cunt hole and dribbled down into the crack beneath. Larry licked the flat of his tongue up and down the engorged shaft of her magnificent clit. He shuffled on his knees to make himself more comfortable. His prick threatened to burst.

Anne and the boys in the bedroom couldn't remove their eyes; they feasted on this arousing spectacle. Maryjane was grinding her hips against Larry's pliant mouth. Gone was the "little girl lost" look; her brow was banded with beads of perspiration which trickled down the side of her face. She was bucking even more wildly in the chair. A tiny rivulet of sweat dribbled down the deep channel between her heaving breasts. It ran down to be soaked up by the waistband of her cheerleader's skirt. Maryjane was breathing rapidly; each time she exhaled she emitted an "aah" of wanton delight. With an abandoned wail she was lost in a frenzied kaleidoscope of sensation.

"I'm coming… I'm coming… I'm coming," she repeated breathlessly. Anne could clearly read her lips. Maryjane slumped back in the chair with her hips still twitching spasmodically. Larry lifted his head and smiled at her. His chin was sopping wet. A pink, glowing suffusion colored her cheeks, then she smiled back at him. "Oh, Larry," she breathed, "that was fantastic."

Larry could wait no longer. He got up off the floor and stood in front of her. He popped open his jeans and ran down the zipper. Maryjane struggled upright in the chair. She tucked her legs under her and sat back on her heels as if startled by this turn of events. Larry murmured something reassuring and stripped off his briefs. When he stood up again, so did his cock, like a huge throbbing pole in front of him. Anne caught her breath. Of course, they'd bathed together as little children, but what was this monstrous growth that sprang from his loins? A knotty web of veins twisted and curled up the awesome length of the shaft to feed the huge, almost purple, knob which crowned it. Larry could grip both hands around it and still it extended beyond his grasp. He worked the skin back and forth with a casual jacking motion. Maryjane sat transfixed as if kneeling before some awesome cobra. Larry kept up the rhythmic jerking massage. Maryjane sat, mouth gaping wide, her jaw slack with surprise at this bestial weapon. Larry stepped toward her. The battering ram was only inches from her face…

Jim put his hand on Anne's shoulder and spun her around.

"There's plenty of cock here for you," she heard him say. "Move over here."

Anne watched as Paul and Jim unbuckled their belts and dropped their trousers. Jim spat on his hand and rubbed it along the length of his thick rigid cock. Anne heard Mark stripping off his pants too. Her nipples were hard with excitement as Jim ordered her to bend over. Mark fell on his knees behind her and reached up to spread her cheeks. She could feel his hot tongue lapping her crease, then the stiff point pushing and probing the tight ring of muscle that protected her rear entrance.

Jim pushed his friend to one side and, while Anne was still bent forward, he inserted his fleshy tool in her quim. With short, almost-savage thrusts, he drove himself deep into her. Paul stood in front of them, his cock straining before her eyes. She wiped her tongue over her lips then took him in her mouth. As Jim rocked forward against her hips, she swallowed Paul's throbbing penis. Anne rocked with them, being fucked at both ends. Both of them were so horny from the display they'd seen Larry put on, they were soon moaning and Anne could feel they were about to come. Jim shot off his load in the hot channel of her cunt. She sucked greedily on Paul's huge dong. The excitement surged through him and a hot gush of semen sprayed down her throat.

Jim withdrew and flung himself down on the bed. He lay on his back, his erection undiminished. "Too much, little sister," he exclaimed. "How about giving me a suck now?"

Anne felt compelled to obey him. She knelt between his open legs. Jim reached forward to fondle her teats as she went down on him. He was still sticky from the spunk he'd splashed inside her.

"Hey, how about me, Annie?" asked Mark. Anne kept her mouth glued to Jim's prick but waggled her fanny hi the air in reply to his plaintive request.

Mark crouched behind her. He dipped the head of his prick into her sopping slit. There was a delicious slurping sound as he withdrew it. Mark spread her cheeks wide open and lodged the slick point of his prick against her rear entry. Jim was ram-rodding his hard, pulsing cock down her throat. Sharp, anxious sensations swept through Anne's stomach as Mark pushed and probed against her asshole. Inch by inch he lodged his cock into the narrow channel. Anne felt no shame at this violation. She forced herself to let go, to relax the virginal ring of muscle that gripped so tightly round Mark's throbbing dong.

He gripped Anne by the hips and lunged forward. She burst through a pain barrier in a colored explosion of doubled sensation. She moved her pelvis in time with Mark's ass-fucking and worked her mouth up and down Jim's tool with the same rhythm. Mark covered her back with kisses. The climax, when it came, was more intense than anything she'd felt before. Jim was groaning too. He was going to come again.

Anne sucked the sperm up his stem; it boiled over in her mouth. She was drowning in a sea of sudsy liquid. Gasping, gurgling for air, Anne shook her head… the bathwater was slopping in her mouth. She spat out the soapy water and sat up. Cripes, she thought, I almost went under! She picked up the water jet and switched it off.

A towel was draped over the stool by the end of the bath. She wiped off her hands and dabbed her face dry. Anne picked up her book and lay her head back on the plastic pillow. Boy, I could really do with a cigarette.