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Wanderings 
 
 
(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I 
kept during these years.  



Chapter Five - Boston Toy Party  (Ff mf Mf toys group) 
 
The week passed in a blink of an eye.  I'd spent most of the day 
Thursday cooking a weekend's worth of meals for Ramon and my 
stepbrothers, taping notes to the casserole dishes with times and 
temperatures for heating them in the oven.  The laundry was done, I'd 
mopped the floors and cleaned the bathrooms, and I went to sleep that 
night feeling like Cinderella, waiting for her fairy godmother to take 
her to the ball in her silver Mercedes. 
 
Julia picked me up early so we'd arrive before noon.  She had a 2 
o'clock meeting downtown, and this would give us time to check into 
the hotel and have lunch.  I threw my overnight bag in the back seat 
and climbed in next to her, leaning over to give her a kiss. 
 
"Excited, dear?" 
 
"Yes, very," I replied.  Julia put the car in gear and we headed for 
the highway. 
 
It was a long drive, but it wasn't boring.  We talked the whole way, 
about everything and nothing.  I learned a lot about Julia, that she 
was born in London and her parents shipped her over to the U.S. in 
1940 because of the Blitz, how she'd lost her accent in boarding 
school, her college years at Radcliffe and the Sorbonne.  She met her 
husband while she was at Yale, working on her doctorate in French 
literature.  She married and never finished her thesis, having moved 
to Boston with her new husband instead. 
 
"You never had children?" I asked. 
 
"Sadly, no.  We went to a score of doctors and specialists, but it 
seems that I am 'barren', as they once called it." 
 
"I'm sorry," I said, reaching out for her hand. 
 
"No need to be," she said, "My husband was wonderful.  This was 
grounds for divorce back then, but he said he'd made a vow 'in 
sickness and in health'.  We'd meant to adopt someday, but he worked 
such long hours and I was always so busy with this charity or that 
foundation." 
 
I was about to say something, but the city appeared when we crested a 
hill, taking the words from my mouth. 
 
"It's a lovely view, isn't it?" she said. 
 
"Beautiful." 
 
"We'll be there soon enough." 
 
It was well past rush hour, and we were there in no time at all.  
Julia pulled up in front of the Ritz-Carlton and the doorman took our 
bags from the back seat, loading them on a tall brass trolley and 
taking them into the lobby.  Another man in a white shirt and black 
bow tie parked the car for us.  We walked into the lobby and Julia 
steered me towards the front desk. 
 
A few minutes later we were in our room.  The bellhop brought in our 
bags and graciously accepted Julia's tip, bowing crisply before 
shutting the door behind him. 
 
"It's beautiful," I said, looking over the room.  There was a 
marvelous view of the city with the Public Garden and the Commons 
spread out below.  Julia came up behind me and kissed my neck as I 
looked out the window. 
 
"Yes, it is," she said.  "Come, let's take some lunch.  There's a 
wonderful cafe that I'm sure you'll love." 
 
We dined outside at a sidewalk cafe a block away from the hotel and 
then took a taxi downtown to the law firm that served as legal counsel 
for one of the charitable foundations that Julia served as a trustee.  
I waited in the reception area while she disappeared down a long 
walnut-paneled corridor, accompanied by a secretary.  There was a 
panoramic view of the city, and I watched the sailboats on the Charles 
while I waited. 
 
Julia returned a few minutes later and we took a taxi back to the 
hotel so she could change from her charcoal-gray suit into something a 
bit more summery, a pale yellow dress and a broad-brimmed straw hat. 
 
"Let's go shopping," she said. 
 
We worked our way down Newbury Street, stopping at every store and 
boutique.  Even though I'd brought clothes for the whole weekend, 
Julia insisted on buying me three new outfits, shoes, lingerie, and 
even a sequined clutch purse, though I had nothing to put in it except 
my house keys and my diaphragm.  Laden with bags, we had to take a 
taxi back to the hotel. 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I said, as I unwrapped my new clothes and 
accessories.  I was holding an ivory silk chemise to my face, holding 
the cool, smooth fabric against my cheek.  Julia embraced me from 
behind and kissed the top of my head. 
 
"We have a couple of hours to relax, then we're having dinner at the 
Cabots'," Julia said, stepping out of her dress.  "Shall we have a 
bottle of wine sent up and take a nice hot bubble bath?" 
 
The bathtub was big enough for both of us, and I sat between her legs, 
her erect nipples rubbing against my back as she fondled my soapy 
breasts.  Her hands roamed lower, finding my sex and teasing my 
clitty.  I squirmed and moaned between her legs as she brought me to a 
climax in the warm, frothy bathwater. 
 
I wanted to return the favor, but we had to get dressed for dinner.  
Julia helped me into my first garter belt, a lacy black number that 
matched the bra and panty set she'd bought me that day, showing me how 
to attach the garter tabs to the tops of the stockings.  I slipped 
into my first pair of heels, walking a bit unsteadily at first.  I had 
just zipped up my new black cocktail dress when Julia reached into her 
suitcase and produced a small blue velvet box. 
 
"My late husband gave me these when we were still dating.  I'd like 
you to have them," she said, opening the box and pulling out a pearl 
choker.  Inside the box were matching pearl earrings. 
 
"Julia, I...I couldn't," I stammered.  "They're too nice." 
 
"You deserve them, then," she said, clasping the choker around my neck 
and helping me put on the earrings.  She stood behind me as I looked 
in the full-length mirror.  She wore a simple black sheath dress and a 
single strand of pearls. 
 
"They're beautiful.  Thank you, Julia." 
 
"You're beautiful," she said, brushing my hair back and kissing me on 
the neck. 
 
"Thank you," I repeated, turning around and kissing her on the lips. 
 
"Careful," she laughed, "we mustn't smear our lipstick.  Come, let's 
not keep the Cabots waiting." 
 
I wish I could say that dinner was exciting, but for the most part it 
was pretty tedious.  The Cabots were a blueblood couple in their 
nineties, ensconced in a Beacon Hill manse that could have doubled as 
a mausoleum.  Julia introduced me as her niece for propriety's sake, 
and we sat down to a nine-course meal, attended by manservants and 
maids in formal uniforms.   
 
As I picked at the main course, something that had once been a small 
bird I supposed, I tried to picture Ramon, Del, and Paco in this 
situation.  At that very moment, they were eating dinner, beef stew 
with rice and beans that I had prepared for them during the week.  Del 
would have made some snide remark about the fact that there were four 
forks, two knives, and three spoons at each placesetting.  Paco would 
have eaten the main course with his hands.  Ramon would have belched 
loudly and poured himself some more wine. 
 
Wine.  Maybe I looked older than thirteen in my cocktail dress, 
pearls, and makeup.  Maybe it didn't matter that I was thirteen.  The 
Cabots' servants kept filling my glass either way.  I felt giddy and 
light-headed, even though I'd drunk rum with Ramon before.  It was a 
good thing that the Cabots never addressed me directly; I would have 
tripped over my tongue.  Throughout dinner I just swilled my wine and 
looked at the paintings that lined the room. 
 
Coffee was served after dinner, and I began to sober up a bit.  Mr. 
Cabot retired to another room to smoke a cigar, while Mrs. Cabot took 
Julia into the "sitting room", whatever that was, to show off some 
expensive work of art she'd recently acquired.  I suppose I should 
have followed, but I needed another cup of coffee of I was going to be 
able to walk the four long blocks back to the Ritz.  Out of nowhere, a 
servant appeared with a carafe to refill my cup. 
 
Julia returned, along with the Cabots, and we bid farewell the them 
and their mausoleum.  I held Julia's hand to steady myself as we 
negotiated the brick sidewalks on the way back to the hotel.  Back in 
our room, Julia helped me out of my dress and I flopped down on my 
bed. 
 
"You had a bit much to drink, my dear," she said, slipping out of her 
dress and sitting on the edge of the bed.  Like me, she wore a black 
lace bra and panty set, with a matching garter belt holding up her 
stockings. 
 
"I'm sorry, Julia."  I felt ashamed.  I'd disappointed her. 
 
"Don't be, dear," she said, leaning down to kiss me on the lips.  "The 
Cabots are so dreadfully boring.  I did the same thing when I was a 
newlywed and attended my first dinner there.  But you held your wine  
well."  She kissed me on the forehead. 
 
"You're not angry?" 
 
"On the contrary," she said, "I'm proud of you.  You didn't end up 
swinging from the chandelier like I did." 
 
"Let's make love," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her and 
nibbling on her earlobe. 
 
"Let me have a glass of wine or two first.  I think I need to catch up 
with you," she said, laughing. 
 
Julia poured me a glass, too, but I had to promise to sip this one.  I 
caught a glimpse of our reflections in the full-length mirror on the 
wall, two women in black lingerie and heels, sipping wine in a room in 
the Ritz.  I felt as if I was crossing a threshold into the secret 
world of adults. 
 
"You look lovely in black lace," Julia said, embracing me as we gazed 
at our reflection. 
 
"I wish I looked as lovely as you," I said.  There was something about 
the way Julia walked, the way she carried herself, the way she entered 
a room that I envied.  Noble.  That was the word.  Queen Julia. 
 
I wanted to be her princess. 
 
There was nothing particularly noble about what we did next.  But it 
was satisfying all the same.  We slow danced to the music of the 
traffic that rose from the streets below and floated in through the 
open windows.  Taking off our bras, we swayed together, breast-to-
breast, sharing brief kisses that were like pearls on a string. 
 
Soon enough, we were both in bed, our discarded panties laying next to 
us, but still wearing our garter belts and stockings.  There was 
something about the way our legs felt when they touched, how the sheer 
black material gave us both a slippery second skin.  As I curled up 
between Julia's legs, my tender nipples slid across the insides of her 
stocking-clad thighs, sending a small shiver up my spine.  My lips 
lingered on the exposed part of her thighs, above her hosiery, before 
homing in on her sex. 
 
I draped her legs over my shoulders as I began to pleasure her, gently 
nipping at her labia with my teeth.  I parted her delicate flower with 
my tongue, probing her depths and tasting her sweet nectar before 
moving up to tease her pearl from its hiding place.  Julia's hips 
began their own slow dance as my tongue gently lashed her, and she 
began to give her passion a voice.  Her quiet sighs became a 
persistent moan, reaching a crescendo when she came.  I felt her 
thighs tense and relax, her hips speed up and slow down, and then she 
was still.  The dance was over. 
 
"Oh, Annie," she whispered, taking my hand in hers and gently pulling 
me on top of her. 
 
"Julia...," was all I could say before we kissed.  I wanted to say 
more, to pledge my undying love, but I was afraid it would break the 
spell, chase the magic feeling away.  I could only hope that her heart 
knew what my lips could not speak. 
 
Then it was her turn to make me sing.  I lay on my back as she teased 
my nipples, lightly grazing them with her teeth just as I had done 
with her petals.  I began to squirm with anticipation as her kisses 
moved down my body, feeling a fire in my loins that only she could put 
out.  She cupped my bottom in her hands and brought my sex up to her 
mouth, drinking from my chalice as if it contained some magic elixir. 
 
She began with small, delicate sips, shallow dips of the tongue and 
soft nibbles.  I began to feel as if I was floating above the bed upon 
a cushion of air.  Julia's hands roamed freely over my body, caressing 
my thighs, tracing the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts, her 
fingertips leaving a tingling wake behind them.  Her tempo increased 
almost imperceptibly, her tongue cantering and then galloping over my 
swollen button. 
 
It hit me like the waves that crashed against the rocky shore near 
Coopersport, without warning, no gentle build-up, just an orgasm that 
turned my vision a deep, dark red with silver sparkles.  My breasts 
heaved, my stomach rippled, my thighs pressed tight against her 
shoulders, but she didn't let up for a second.  Just as one wave 
follows another, it hit me a second time, making my hips shudder in 
her hands as I pressed my sex against her ravishing tongue.  I barely 
had time to catch my breath when my third climax arrived, less intense 
than the first two, but hard enough to nearly bring tears to my eyes. 
 
I reached down and took her hand, signaling that I'd had enough, more 
than enough.  Julia scooted up to lie next to me, cradling me in her 
arms as we kissed.  I could taste myself on her full, red lips. 
 
"I saw stars, Julia."  A tear rolled down my cheek. 
 
She said nothing, simply kissing the single tear that lingered on my 
face.  Her own eyes were glistening in the darkness, reflecting the 
city lights that shined through the windows.  Like stars.  Just like 
stars. 
 
Between the wine and our lovemaking, I was too tired to move.  Julia 
unsnapped my garters and rolled the stockings down my legs, kissing 
the newly exposed skin every few inches.  I wanted to do the same for 
her, but I couldn't find the strength to move.  I watched her as she 
sat on the edge of the bed and slowly took off her hosiery, almost a 
strip tease. 
 
We'd never slept together, really slept.  I'd nearly fallen asleep in 
her arms before, but this was the first time we were spending the 
night together.  Julia held me in her arms, gently rocking me to 
sleep, her breasts my pillow.  I closed my eyes, feeling like the 
luckiest girl in the world. 
 
I felt like a princess. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
I woke up before her, force of habit, I guess.  Julia lay next to me, 
and I watched her sleep for a while.  Even asleep, she had a regal 
bearing, a queen in repose. 
 
Watching her breasts rise and fall with her breathing, I had a sudden 
urge to touch them.  Gently, I grazed a nipple with my fingertip, 
watching it stiffen and the areola crinkle.  I leaned over and kissed 
it, slowly circling it with my tongue.  Julia seemed to stir, her 
thighs parting a few inches, but she didn't wake up. 
 
Emboldened, I slowly positioned myself over her and licked her other 
nipple, gently teasing it into tumescence.  As long as her rate of 
breathing didn't increase, I'd know she was still asleep.  I flitted 
between her nipples like a bee collecting nectar, pausing between them 
to see if she'd was still slumbering. 
 
Her legs drifted apart, almost inviting me to taste her.  Instead of 
kissing her thighs, I pursed my lips and caressed her skin with my 
breath.  When I reached her cleft, I paused for a moment to listen to 
her breathing.  Satisfied that she was still asleep, I extended my 
tongue and slowly began to part her labia.  Julia stirred again and 
murmured something I couldn't make out, but didn't wake up. 
 
I felt so mischievous as I teased her sex, gently tonguing her pearly 
clit and softly blowing on it as it emerged from its lair.  Looking up 
at her to see if she had awakened yet, I saw a smile forming on her 
face and the same slow rise and fall of her breasts.  I wondered what 
she was dreaming about as I pleasured her with small, delicate 
movements of my tongue. 
 
Suddenly her thighs closed around me.  I looked up and saw her eyes 
open, a confused expression momentarily crossing her face.  Then she 
smiled again. 
 
"Oh, Annie.  You naughty, naughty girl," she said. 
 
"Sorry, Julia.  I didn't mean to wake you," I said. 
 
"Don't be sorry, dear.  What a wonderful way to start the day," she 
said, reaching down to caress my cheek and smiling.  "Now, don't leave 
me hanging.  Finish what you've started." 
 
I gave her a smile and returned to her glistening sex, ravishing her 
with my lips and tongue.  Now that she was awake there was no need to 
be careful or subtle.  I probed her depths with my fingers as I lashed 
her clit, making her squirm with delight on the bed we shared.  She 
let out a piercing cry and arched her back when she came, pressing her 
sex against my mouth as I sucked and fingered her, coming again when I 
probed her bottom with a slick finger.  She sat up in bed and leaned 
over to kiss the lips that had just given her pleasure, her tongue 
seeking mine. 
 
"Come, let's shower and we'll have room service send up breakfast," 
she said.  "We have a long day ahead of us." 
 
I bounded out of bed after her, following her swaying hips into the 
bathroom.  We soaped each other up, our hands lingering over breasts, 
hips, and bottoms, our thighs intertwined as we let the warm water 
wash over us.  Julia held me from behind, her soapy hands roaming over 
my young body, finding the secret place between my legs.  Her slick 
fingers manipulated my sex, bringing me to a climax in the humid air 
of the shower.  My knees weakened, and I almost fell over, but she 
held me up as she kissed my neck and nibbled my earlobes.  We kissed 
again before rinsing off and drying each other with the soft hotel 
towels. 
 
A taxi took us across town, past the ball field and through a park, 
stopping at a museum that had once been a rich woman's mansion.  Julia 
paid the driver and we stepped out, dressed in our summer finery. 
 
We spent the morning strolling through the museum.  Julia seemed to 
know the name of every artist without looking at the small white cards 
next to each painting.  She held my hand as she talked about the 
Renaissance and Impressionism, perspective and proportion, brushes and 
palette knives, and the artists and the interesting lives they lived.  
There were so many beautiful things that my head started to swim. 
 
We took lunch in the courtyard, a string quartet playing in the 
background, before walking a few short blocks to another, bigger 
museum.  This one had more than just paintings and sculptures; there 
were old musical instruments, suits of armor, clothing, and even whole 
rooms from European castles and Colonial houses.  It fascinated me to 
see how people used to live, the rich ones anyway. 
 
It was late afternoon when we left the museum.  Julia flagged down a 
cab and we stepped inside. 
 
"Where are we going now?" I asked. 
 
"I thought we'd do a bit more shopping," she said. 
 
Instead of taking us back the street with all the expensive  
boutiques, the taxi took us into a funky neighborhood, with old brick 
row houses lining a broad avenue.  Julia directed the driver to a 
particular address, and he pulled up to the sidewalk in front of a row 
house that had a dark storefront in the basement level. 
 
"What is this place?" I asked as we stood on the sidewalk. 
 
"It's a surprise," Julia said, taking my hand and leading me down the 
short flight of stairs to the store.  There was no sign on the facade, 
just dark tinted glass.  Julia rang the doorbell and a young girl  
answered, opening the door to let us in.  She wore a short black 
dress, black fishnet stockings, black combat boots, and a spiked 
collar around her neck.  All the black eye makeup she wore reminded me 
of that "Addams Family" television show. 
 
"Julia Harrington to see Shelly, dear," Julia said. 
 
"Yes, ma'am," the girl said, leading us from the foyer and into a 
large, well-lit room.  My eyes went wide when I saw what it held. 
 
There were long display counters lining both sides of the room, filled 
with some things I recognized, like vibrators, dildos, and even 
handcuffs, and many things I didn't recognize or even imagine how they 
were used.  There were shelves containing books, films, and tapes, 
racks of clothing, and at the far end of the room, a three-way mirror 
like the boutiques had and a couple of small curtained dressing rooms. 
 
An older woman appeared, not quite Julia's age, tall and shapely with 
raven-black hair styled into a short page boy haircut.  The girl in 
black followed her, standing quietly as the older woman greeted us. 
 
"Mrs. Harrington, it's so good to see you again," she said. 
 
"Thank you, Shelly.  This is Annie," Julia said. 
 
"What a charming young lady," Shelly said, extending her hand.  She 
wore a long red silk robe, loosely tied. 
 
"Thank you," I said, exchanging a soft handshake. 
 
"What can we show you, Mrs. Harrington?" Shelly said. 
 
"Surprise us," Julia replied. 
 
"Why don't you come back to our private fitting room," Shelly said.  
"I have some items you might find interesting.  Margaret, fetch some 
tea for our guests." 
 
We followed Shelly down a hallway to a small room behind the dressing 
alcoves.  There were two leather recliners and a small table between 
them.  The only other piece of furniture was a straight-backed chair 
that faced the recliners.  Shelly handed us two red silk kimonos and 
departed. 
 
"Julia, what is this place?" I asked as we undressed. 
 
"A toy store," she replied.  "Does this make you uncomfortable?  We 
could leave if you'd like." 
 
"No, no.  I'd like to stay.  It's just...weird, that's all." 
 
When I saw Julia remove her bra and panties, I did the same, wrapping 
the kimono around me just as Margaret entered the room with two cups 
of tea on a black lacquered tray.  She placed it on the small table 
and began to hang our dresses and undergarments up on a pair of hooks 
near the doorway while we sipped our tea. 
 
"These are pretty," Margaret said, holding up my panties, a delicate 
white lace pair that Julia had bought me the day before.  When she 
spoke, I realized that she was even younger than I was, maybe not even 
twelve. 
 
Shelly returned with a stack of boxes, some plain, some decorated with 
Chinese characters.  Margaret removed the lacquered tray and Shelly 
placed the boxes on the table, selecting the top one and opening it. 
 
"This one just arrived yesterday," Shelly said, removing a long pink 
vibrator from the box.  It was remarkably life-like, with thick veins 
and a fat, knobby head.  It could have been modeled after Ramon's 
cock, except it lacked a foreskin.  "Care to try it?" Shelly said, 
handing the device to Julia. 
 
"We're shopping for Annie today," Julia replied, taking a sip of her 
tea. 
 
"We have some smaller items if you'd like," Shelly said, smiling and 
handing me the vibrator. 
 
"No, this is fine," I said.  The outer skin was amazingly soft and 
lifelike, and it seemed to warm up in my hand.  When I twisted the 
base it began to softly hum.  Twisting it further made it vibrate 
harder, so hard that I very nearly dropped it. 
 
"It has a variable speed control," Shelly said.  "Go ahead.  Try it." 
 
I looked at it for a second and brought the tip to my lips, moistening 
the fat knob with my tongue before opening my kimono and placing it at 
my moist slit.  Shelly pulled a lever on the side of the chair and it 
flattened out into something almost bed-like.  I glanced at Julia; she 
smiled and nodded her approval. 
 
Julia and Shelly watched as I pushed the vibrator into my pussy, 
working it in and out with shallow strokes until nearly half of it was 
inside me.  I twisted the knob on the base until I found a speed I 
liked, fucking myself with the big pink toy and feeling the vibrations 
coursing through my body.  I could have come right then, but I knew 
there were more toys waiting.  It glistened with my juices as I pulled 
it out. 
 
"Like that one?" Shelly asked, pulling a box of alcohol wipes from the 
small table and cleaning my juices from the toy. 
 
"Yes, very much," I replied. 
 
"Good, let's put it aside, then," she said, putting the big pink 
vibrator back in the box.  She selected another package from the stack 
and opened it, pulling out another long, veiny phallus. 
 
"This is a unique item, straight from Japan," she said, twisting the 
base to activate it.  Not only did it vibrate, but ripples began to 
form along the length of the shaft, making the veins bulge and 
contract.  She handed it to me, still purring, and it felt like a live 
animal in my hand.  The first vibrator had made me wet down there, so 
I slid this one inside me without licking it. 
 
"Oooh...it's so weird," I said, feeling it ripple inside me, massaging 
the walls of my pussy.  It wasn't unpleasant, but it just didn't do 
anything for me.  I pulled it out and handed it back to Shelly. 
 
"Not your cup of tea?" she said.  "Not everyone likes that one.  An 
acquired taste, I guess.  Margaret loves it, though." 
 
"Makes me come for hours," Margaret said, smiling.  I tried to picture 
this young girl, her pussy plugged with the big, rippling vibrator, 
her thighs quivering as she came.  It was an image that made me tingle 
down there. 
 
"This is another special from Japan," Shelly said, holding up another 
vibrator, this one with a pair of life-like testicles hanging from the 
base.  "You fill it up here, and then when you squeeze these..."  She 
cupped the balls in her hand and closed her fingers around them, 
giving them a gentle squeeze.  A thick white liquid spurted from the 
tip and oozed down the shaft.  I reached out and caught a drop on my 
finger; it looked like the real thing. 
 
"It's a special non-toxic, water-based fluid," Shelly said.  I tasted 
it.  It was sweet, like cake frosting. 
 
"Not as bitter as the real thing," she said, "and you can substitute 
water or glycerin if you'd like." 
 
"Do you have a strap-on like that?" I asked. 
 
"Not in stock, but we can do a special order if you'd like." 
 
I glanced over at Julia, and she smiled and took my hand, giving it a 
little squeeze. 
 
"I think we'd like that," she said. 
 
"Wonderful," Shelly said.  "It usually takes two to four weeks." 
 
"Do you like anal play?" Margaret asked me. 
 
"Excuse me?" I said.  I'd heard her, but there was something unreal 
about hearing those words delivered in her squeaky little girl voice. 
 
"Anal play," she repeated, "You know, putting things in your bottom." 
 
"Um, yes.  Yes, I do," I said. 
 
"We have some lovely anal specialties," Shelly said, opening another 
box.  Inside was a long, thin wand with a ball at the end.  The shaft 
was segmented like an earthworm.  She flicked a switch at the base and 
it came to life, purring in her hand. 
 
"Margaret?  Why don't you hop on that chair, dear."  Margaret kneeled 
on the chair, facing away from us, and leaned over the back as Shelly 
lifted her young assistant's dress and pulled down her fishnet tights.  
Underneath, Margaret wore a pair of white cotton panties with a 
cartoon character pattern printed on them.  Shelly pulled these down 
over Margaret's pale thighs. 
 
"For reasons of hygiene, we don't demonstrate our anal items on 
customers," Shelly said, squeezing a clear lubricant on the probe.  
"Margaret took an enema after lunch, so there shouldn't be a mess." 
 
Shelly placed the tip of the probe against the Margaret's anus, making 
her giggle and squirm. 
 
"I'm sorry, Maggie.  Is that too cold?" 
 
"No, it tickles," she replied. 
 
Shelly reached under the girl's belly and fingered her hairless slit, 
making the girl sigh and rock her thin hips back against the probe.  
The ball end disappeared inside her ass, and when half of the shaft 
was inside her, Shelly flicked the switch. 
 
"How's that, dear?" 
 
"Mmmm...so good," Margaret replied, thrusting her bottom back and 
forth as Shelly guided the probe deeper.  The girl seemed about to 
come when Shelly withdrew the probe and cleaned it off with an alcohol 
wipe.  Margaret exhaled a little sigh of disappointment. 
 
"Would you like to show them the beads, Margaret?"  The girl looked up 
at Shelly and nodded eagerly. 
 
"Beads?" I asked. 
 
"Very popular with some of our male clientele, but that doesn't mean 
women can't enjoy them, too," Shelly said, opening another box and 
producing a string of twelve plastic beads, each about a half an inch 
in diameter, and strung about an inch apart.  It reminded me of a 
plastic toy necklace I had when I was six. 
 
"Margaret loves the beads, don't you," she said, lovingly caressing 
the little girl's bottom.  Margaret nodded and looked back at me with 
a smile.  Shelly began to insert the beads in Margaret's bottom, one 
at a time.  At the end of the string was a plastic loop, and it 
dangled from Margaret's bottom like a tampon string. 
 
Shelly took the rippling vibrator and placed the tip against 
Margaret's hairless cunny.  The girl tried to spread her legs wider, 
but her panties and tights held her thighs together.  Despite this, 
Shelly pressed the vibrator into Margaret's tight slit and switched it 
on, making the young girl moan with pleasure.  She let the rippling 
motion of the vibrator work its magic in Margaret's pussy and slipped 
her finger through the loop at the end of the string of beads. 
 
"You can pop them out one or two at a time," she said, tugging on the 
string, "or you can pull them all out when you're on the verge of a 
climax.  Margaret likes it both ways."  Shelly demonstrated this by 
popping first one bead, then two, then a third.  Each time a bead 
appeared, Margaret moaned louder and squirmed harder against the 
vibrator inside her.  When the girl seemed about to come, Shelly 
pulled the rest of the beads out with a quick flick of her wrist, 
making Margaret convulse with pleasure over the back of the chair. 
 
Margaret had barely had a chance to catch her breath when the store's 
doorbell rang.  She pulled the vibrator from her puffy lips, climbed 
off of the chair, and pulled her panties and tights back up. 
 
"Throw these in the sink first, Margaret," Shelly said, handing her 
the beads that had just been in the young girl's bottom. 
 
"Yes, ma'am," Margaret said, smiling and curtseying for us before 
leaving the room. 
 
"What a charming young lady," Julia said.  "Isn't she, Annie?"  Julia 
reached for my hand and squeezed it, as if to assuage any nascent 
jealousy. 
 
"She's lovely," I said, "but she'd be prettier without all that 
makeup."  This elicited a chuckle from both Julia and Shelly. 
 
"It's the style these days, I suppose," Shelly said, shrugging her 
shoulders.  "What's a mother to do?" 
 
Shelly showed us a few more items, including an antique vibrator that 
fit over the back of the wrist with elastic straps and turned the 
whole hand into a sex toy, and a sample of a new line of translucent 
silicon jelly dildos that quickly warmed up to body temperature. 
 
Shelly excused herself and left to attend to her other customers and a 
minute later Margaret returned with a pair of warm washcloths on the 
lacquered tray.  We freshened up before getting dressed while Margaret 
stacked the boxes on the tray and left. 
 
"Tell me the truth, Annie," Julia said, doing the clasp on my bra.  
"Wouldn't you love to have a little sister like Margaret?" 
 
"The truth?" I said, turning to face Julia. 
 
"Yes, the truth." 
 
"I wish you were my mother," I said.  Julia's lower lip quivered for a 
moment and then her lips sought mine, her arms wrapping me, holding 
me, loving me. 
 
"Oh, Annie," she said.  "What I wouldn't give to have a daughter like 
you." 
 
We held each other for a while before getting dressed and leaving the 
private room.  Emerging from the hallway behind the dressing alcoves, 
we saw Margaret on her knees, affixing a leather band around the erect 
penis of a burly man with his pants around his ankles.  Another man, 
younger and thinner, stood by and watched.  Shelly was behind the 
counter, an assortment of leather straps spread out before her.  She 
saw us emerge from the back hallway and came out from behind the 
counter. 
 
"Have you decided, then?" she asked. 
 
"Annie?  What would you like?" Julia asked. 
 
I didn't answer immediately because I was fascinated with the sight of 
the big man's erect penis and the way it jutted out from his crotch 
while Margaret adjusted a strap that squeezed his shaved scrotum. 
 
"Annie?"  Julia snapped me from my reverie. 
 
"Sorry," I said, trying not to stare at the man's large penis.  I 
chose one of the life-like vibrators, the anal probe, and a silicon 
jelly dildo.  Julia wanted one of the antique back-of-the-hand 
vibrators, the anal beads, and the squirting strap-on.  The last item 
was a special order; Shelly would ship it to Julia's house in Maine 
when it arrived. 
 
While Julia paid for our purchases, I kept stealing peeks at the two 
men with Margaret.  She'd adjusted the straps to the burly customer's 
satisfaction and stood by while the thinner man knelt in front of his 
friend's crotch and examined the straps closely.  Then he did 
something unexpected: he leaned in and took his friend's cock in his 
mouth and started sucking.  My jaw dropped in amazement.  Margaret 
noticed my dumbfounded expression, smiling and winking at me. 
 
"Thank you, Mrs. Harrington," Shelly said, handing Julia a shopping 
bag and a receipt.  The bag bore the logo of a chain of upscale 
department stores. 
 
"Come, Annie," Julia said, taking my hand and leading me towards the 
door.  We passed the two men, oblivious to our presence, and Margaret 
walked us to the door, unlocking and opening it for us. 
 
"Bye, Annie," Margaret said.  "Have fun with your new toys."  She 
reached for my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. 
 
"Bye, Margaret," I said, somewhat flustered.  She winked again before 
closing and locking the door behind us.  We walked up the steps to the 
sidewalk and Julia flagged down a cab.  A few minutes later we were 
back at the hotel. 
 
"What's on your mind, dear?  You've been awfully quiet since we left 
Shelly's," Julia said, hanging up her dress in the closet.  She sat 
next to me on the bed and put her arm around me. 
 
"That was so weird," I said.  "Shelly and Margaret, those two guys..." 
 
"That's life in the big city, Annie," Julia said.  "Surely you must 
have seen gay men in Florida, right?" 
 
"Yeah, but..."  I remembered that night with Del, under the covers 
with a porn magazine and his flashlight, when he explained what a 
"maricon" was.  He barely understood it himself.  And the gay men I'd 
seen at the beach never did more than hold hands.  Even that was a 
daring act in public. 
 
"Remember this, Annie: the heart doesn't care about rich or poor, thin 
or fat, or male or female.  Follow your heart, Annie."  Julia placed 
her hand on the bodice of my dress and kissed me on the cheek.  I 
turned to her and sought her lips with mine. 
 
"Let's try out our new toys," I whispered. 
 
"Yes, let's," she said, kissing me again and helping me out of my 
dress. 
 
Maybe it was because we hadn't come at Shelly's.  Maybe it was the 
sight of that man sucking the other man's harnessed cock.  Maybe it 
was the touch of Julia's hand on my breast, the antique vibrator 
strapped to her wrist.  Whatever the reason, as soon as her vibrating 
palm cupped my tits I nearly jumped out of my skin.  By the time her 
hand was between my legs, I was reduced to a quivering mass of jelly, 
trembling and shaking beneath her as she made me come over and over 
again. 
 
Julia switched off the vibrator and held me while I caught my breath, 
her soft lips planting kisses on my breasts, my neck, the tip of my 
nose. 
 
Then it was my turn.  I strapped the device on the back of my hand and 
switched it on.  It hummed loudly and made my whole arm vibrate.  
Julia lay on her back and I knelt over her and gently touched her 
breasts.  She gasped as I fondled her, arching her back and closing 
her eyes.  She clutched the pillow behind her head as I worked my way 
down her body, lingering over her mons and dipping a finger in her 
moist pussy. 
 
When I touched her clitoris she went stiff as a board, lifting her 
bottom off the bed before falling back down, her hips pressing her sex 
against my hand.  I ran my vibrating fingers back and forth over her 
vagina, holding her quivering thighs in my lap.  I made her come once, 
then twice, then a third time before she reached for my hand, pulling 
it away from her dripping pussy.  When I turned off the vibrator, my 
whole arm felt tingly, like it had fallen asleep. 
 
"That was divine," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of 
pleasure.  "Did it make you feel that good, too?" 
 
"Yes, it was intense," I said, snuggling up next to her. 
 
"Let's rest for a while, then we'll get ready for dinner," she said. 
 
"Another dinner party?" I asked, remembering the tedium of the 
previous night at the Cabots'. 
 
"I think you'll find tonight to be a bit more interesting." 
 
We showered together, forgoing the usual soapy sex play.  That antique 
vibrator had wrung all of the sexual tension from our bodies.  Well, 
not all of it; I felt that tingly feeling down below when I kissed 
Julia and our soapy breasts pressed together.  She squeezed my ass and 
broke off the kiss. 
 
"Save something for after dinner," she said. 
 
We dried off and got dressed.  Julia wore a clingy black sheath dress 
that flattered her slim figure.  I wore one of the outfits she'd 
bought me the day before, a cherry red dress with a tight, shirred 
bodice and a flouncy skirt.  As we walked through the lobby, I felt 
everyone's eyes on us.  Even the doorman wore a goofy smile as he 
flagged down a cab for us. 
 
The taxi took us to a suburb about twenty minutes away, a neighborhood 
of large houses, wide green lawns, and tall shady trees that arched 
over the streets.  We pulled into the circular driveway of a big white 
house with four tall columns flanking the doorway.  Julia paid the 
driver and he drove off as we walked up to the double doors.  There 
was a polished brass doorbell.  A woman in a skimpy maid's uniform 
answered the door and ushered us inside. 
 
She led us through a series of spacious, luxurious rooms and out to 
the back yard.  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, talking and laughing in groups 
of two, three, four, and more.  A tall blonde woman in a slinky blue 
dress detached herself from a small group and walked over to us.  She 
and Julia hugged and exchanged kisses. 
 
"Helen, this is Anne.  Annie, this is my dearest friend, Helen," Julia 
said.  I noticed that she didn't bother introducing me as her niece.  
Helen took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. 
 
"What a lovely dress, Anne.  Come, let's get you a drink." 
 
There was a bar set up along one side of the large brick patio, 
attended by a young man in a white waistcoat and black bow tie.  He 
mixed a scotch and water for Julia and a Coke on ice for me.  I didn't 
want to get tipsy like the night before, at least not right away.  
While Julia and Helen exchanged small talk and pleasantries, I looked  
around for someone my own age. 
 
For the most part, everyone seemed to be at least in their thirties or 
forties, with a few people around Julia's age.  Then I noticed a young 
man sitting alone at a table by the pool, sipping a bottle of beer.  
He was blond, tanned, and looking deliciously handsome in a white 
dinner jacket and red bow tie.  I took a deep breath, gathered my 
courage, and made my way through the crowd to his table.  He noticed 
me approaching and stood up from his seat. 
 
"Hi, I'm Annie.  You look bored," I said, extending my hand. 
 
"Brad," he said, taking my hand.  "Nice to meet you." 
 
"You live here?" I asked. 
 
"Yeah.  How'd you guess?" 
 
"You look like you wouldn't be here if you didn't have to be," I said. 
 
"Well, it'll get more interesting later," he said, smiling. 
 
"What do you mean?" I asked.  He saw my puzzled expression and smiled 
again, a coy smile this time. 
 
"If you don't know, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise," he 
replied.  "Hey, wanna smoke a joint?"  I nodded and followed him into 
the house.  I glanced over at Julia and saw that she was holding 
Helen's hand while the other woman whispered something in Julia's ear 
that made her giggle and blush.  When Julia saw me follow Brad into 
the house, she smiled and winked. 
 
Brad's room was on the second floor, at the end of a long, carpeted 
hallway.  His room overlooked the back yard, and the sounds of 
conversation and ice clinking in glasses filtered through the window.  
I sat down on the edge of his bed while he dug through a desk drawer, 
pulling out a rolled-up plastic baggie and a packet of rolling papers. 
 
I looked around his room while he sat down next to me, an album cover 
in his lap, cleaning the seeds out and rolling a joint.  Along with 
the bed, desk, and a dresser, there was a guitar and amp in one corner 
of the room and posters for bands I'd never heard of on the walls.  A 
large stereo and television dominated one wall of the room. 
 
"So, you live in Boston?" he asked, twisting the rolling paper between 
his fingers. 
 
"No.  Maine.  Julia's my neighbor." 
 
"Oh, right.  Julia.  She and my mom go way back."  Brad lit the joint 
and took a deep pull before passing it to me.  He rolled two more 
joints and slipped them into his shirt pocket. 
 
"So, you're her new lover?" he asked.  The bluntness of the question 
made me cough up the smoke.  I reached for my soda, taking a big gulp 
before answering. 
 
"How did you know?"  I asked, passing the joint back to him. 
 
"Just a guess.  Julia likes them young and pretty.  Like you."  He 
took another drag on the joint and passed it back to me.  "Too bad my 
sister's not here.  She's in France right now.  I think you'd like 
her.  She was with Julia when she was your age." 
 
The pot was making my head swim.  I tried to imagine Julia with 
another girl.  I couldn't.  I got up and walked over to the window and 
spotted her with Helen.  They were holding each other around the waist 
and Helen was resting her head on Julia's shoulder. 
 
"So, do you like guys, too?" Brad asked, walking over to the window 
and coming up behind me.  I turned and faced him. 
 
"Yes, I do," I said, letting him kiss me.  His hands were on my waist, 
drawing me closer.  I could feel his erection growing in his trousers.  
Brad was a good kisser, but nothing like Julia. 
 
"Great," he said, breaking off the kiss.  "Let's finish this and head 
downstairs.  Dinner will be served soon."  He relit the joint and we 
smoked it before leaving his room.  I ducked into one of the bathrooms 
to fix my lipstick.  I was glad I had brought my diaphragm; the woman 
at the clinic in Florida made me promise to bring it everywhere. 
 
"It won't do you any good sitting on your dresser," she said.  I 
smiled at those prophetic words as I pulled down my panties and put my 
foot on the edge of the big marble bathtub, folding the latex disk and 
slipping it inside me.  I pulled my panties back up and washed my 
hands before rejoining the party. 
 
The bartender served me a glass of white wine without any question.  I 
sipped it slowly, mindful that the joint I'd smoked with Brad would 
make it go to my head quickly.  I caught Julia's eye and she came 
over. 
 
"Pace yourself, darling," she said, clinking her glass against mine. 
 
"Julia?" 
 
"Yes, dear?" 
 
"What kind of party is this?" 
 
Julia smiled and held me by the waist. 
 
"It's a gathering of people who enjoy each others' company," she said, 
patiently. 
 
"You mean...?" 
 
"Yes.  Does that bother you, Annie?  I don't want you doing anything 
you're uncomfortable with.  We could leave if you'd like." 
 
"No, no.  I want to stay," I said, my gaze falling on Brad, who was 
talking with a red-haired woman his mother's age.  The woman leaned in 
and kissed him, her hand reaching inside his dinner jacket to rest on 
his hip.  Julia saw me watching Brad kiss the older woman. 
 
"He's a handsome young man," she said.  "You'd make a lovely couple." 
 
I laughed nervously and blushed.  Julia hugged me and kissed my cheek. 
 
"Enjoy yourself tonight," she whispered in my ear.  "You're the 
youngest, prettiest girl here, the belle of the ball." 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I said, turning to kiss her on the lips, a long, 
slow kiss.  Afterwards, I noticed that Helen was watching us.  She 
smiled and winked at me, exactly as Julia had earlier. 
 
And then dinner was served.  People filtered inside, heading for the 
big formal dining room.  Just as at the Cabots' house, there were 
servants waiting on us, and an array of knives, forks, and spoons at 
each placesetting.  I was seated next to Brad, and he wasted no time 
in finding my thigh with his hand.  Julia was seated on the other side 
of me, and I reached out for her hand. 
 
Brad's father was seated at the end of the table, a handsome man with 
graying temples.  His name was Brad, too, though everyone addressed 
him as "Bradley".  Across from us was a couple in their thirties, 
Steve and Monica.  They were both attorneys, both rich, both 
beautiful.  Looking at Monica's long black hair, I felt self-
conscious, out of place among all these rich, perfect-looking people.  
 
Dinner was a broiled filet of sole and grilled vegetables instead of 
the dried-out game birds that the Cabots had served.  The 
conversation, however, was just as incomprehensible, as if everyone 
was speaking in a foreign language. 
 
"What are they talking about?" I whispered to Julia. 
 
"Money," she said.  "It's always about money." 
 
"Oh."  Brad must have seen my bored and bewildered expression and he 
leaned over to whisper in my ear. 
 
"Don't worry.  Dinner never lasts very long.  Then the fun begins."  
He squeezed my thigh and we held hands under the table. 
 
Brad was right: dinner went by quickly.  The servants cleared away the 
plates and served coffee and liqueurs, cigars were lit, a joint was 
passed around the table.  The cigar smoke reminded me of Ramon's 
family, portly men in guyabera shirts puffing fat cigars and drinking 
rum in our Florida living room.  What a different world.  I wondered 
what Del and Paco were doing right now.  Probably watching television 
with Ramon, a ball game or something.  I wondered what they would 
think if they could see me, I wondered if I could tell them about 
this.  They really didn't know the full extent of my relationship with 
Julia.  I wondered if they'd understand. 
 
People began to get up from the table, wandering out of the dining 
room and back to the patio where a crowd gathered around the bar.  I 
walked out with Brad, still holding his hand. 
 
"Time for the freak show," he said, chuckling.  As I waited while he 
went to get me a glass of wine, I saw Helen and Julia slow dancing on 
the patio.  Helen's dress was unzipped and Julia's hand rested on her 
tanned back.  When they kissed, I felt a tingling feeling in my 
stomach, part jealousy, part arousal.  I knew how those soft lips felt 
against my own. 
 
Brad returned with my drink, and we stood on the fringe of the crowd, 
his hand resting in the small of my back as we watched the gathering.  
As I sipped my wine, I watched Monica shrug off her little black dress 
and drop to her knees in front of Brad's father, fishing his long, 
tanned cock out of his trousers and guiding it to her lips.  Her 
husband knelt behind her and freed her breasts from her lacy black 
bra, kneading them while she sucked Bradley's cock. 
 
There was a splash from the direction of the pool; a few people had 
taken off all their clothes and were skinnydipping.  A forty-ish woman 
clung to the edge of the pool while a younger man penetrated her from 
behind.  Her ample breasts pressed against the side of the pool as he 
banged her. 
 
A woman approached us, blonde and petite, in her mid-thirties, and 
wearing a slinky pastel yellow dress.  She smiled as she looked me up 
and down. 
 
"Who's your pretty friend, Brad?" she said. 
 
"Laura, this is Anne.  She's Julia's friend." 
 
"Pleasure to meet you, Anne," she said, extending her hand and giving 
it a quick squeeze.  I squeezed back, thinking that this was some sort 
of secret handshake these people had.  Squeeze if you're interested.  
I was interested.  In the privacy of this big back yard, people were 
forming couples and threesomes, and the first moans of pleasure could 
be heard. 
 
"Are you two busy?" Laura asked.  I glanced at Brad. 
 
"Not yet," he replied. 
 
"Good!  I have a bet going with my husband," Laura said. 
 
"A bet?" I said.  Laura leaned over to me. 
 
"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?" I asked. 
 
"Two thousand dollars," she said.  "Come, I could use a new dress or 
two.  You too, Brad." 
 
I took her hand as she led us across the patio to where an handsome 
man was standing.  He looked to be the same age as his wife, but with 
the same graying temples as Brad's father.  He put out his hand, 
giving me the secret squeeze as Laura introduced us.  I squeezed back, 
getting a smile in return. 
 
"Anne, this is my husband Rob.  Rob, this is Anne," Laura said.  
Apparently he already knew Brad, giving the younger man a playful 
punch in the shoulder. 
 
"Let's go inside, away from the crowd," he said.  Brad and I followed 
Rob and Laura back into the house.  On the way, I exchanged my nearly 
empty wine glass for a full one from a maid holding a tray.  She 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 like one of Ramon's sisters.  She smiled as she 
took my glass, and I thought she'd have squeezed my hand if she wasn't 
holding the tray of glasses. 
 
We entered the living room, a large space with a fireplace at one end 
and two huge leather couches in the middle.  Two women lay on one of 
the couches, kissing and fondling each others' breasts.  Brad and Rob 
took off their jackets, folding them over the back of the couch before 
taking a seat.  Laura guided me over to stand in front of them. 
 
"Ready to lose some money, dear?" Laura asked her husband.  He smiled 
and took a sip from his glass, some kind of amber liquid on ice. 
 
I felt Laura unzip the back of my dress and rest her hand on my skin, 
lightly grazing me with her long nails and sending chills up my spine. 
 
"Relax, Annie.  We're all friends here," Laura said, feeling me 
shiver.  She gently kissed my cheek.  I reached up for the bodice of 
my dress and slowly pulled it down, revealing my red strapless bra. 
 
"Aha!" Laura said.  "Pay up, dear." 
 
"Hey, we said panties, not bra," he protested. 
 
"Double or nothing?" she said. 
 
"Deal," he replied. 
 
Laura caressed my back as I slowly pulled my dress down towards my 
waist.  First my red garter belt appeared and finally my lacy red 
panties.  I let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it, 
smiling inwardly as Brad looked me over, a hungry expression on his 
face. 
 
"Pay up, dear," Laura said, tugging on the waistband of my panties and 
letting them snap against my hips. 
 
"I'll write you a check later," Rob said, reaching into his pocket.  
"In the meantime, here's a little something for you."  He peeled off 
four bills from a thick wad of cash and tucked them into my garter 
belt.  I looked down: they were hundred dollar bills. 
 
"I can't..." I started to say.  Laura silenced me with a kiss. 
 
"Take the money, Annie," she said.  "That's just pocket change for 
him.  Buy yourself some more pretty lingerie, okay?" 
 
"Who wants to do a line?" Rob asked, pulling a small silver case from 
his pocket.  Even the two women kissing on the other couch stopped 
what they were doing and looked up.  Laura turned around so I could 
unzip her dress.  Underneath her pale yellow dress she wore a bra and 
panties of the same pastel hue.  She sat me down on the couch next to 
her husband. 
 
"Candy?  Kathy?  Care to join us?" she said to the two women.  As Rob 
opened his case and emptied the contents of a vial on the glass coffee 
table, the two women got up from the couch and sat on the carpet next 
to the table.  Introductions were made, hands shaken and squeezed. 
 
Candace was a blonde like Laura, roughly the same age, but voluptuous 
instead of petite.  Katherine 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 us, their hands intertwined. 
 
"May I?" Laura said, her hand on the clasp of my bra.  I nodded, 
letting her remove it. 
 
"Lovely," she said, reaching over to cup my small breasts.  "Aren't 
they beautiful, Rob?"  He looked up from the pile of white powder he 
was chopping with a shiny silver blade. 
 
"Wonderful," he said, looking over before returning to the white 
powder.  While he separated the pile into a series of lines, Laura 
played with my breasts and leaned down to kiss my stiff nipples.  I 
looked over at Brad, who sat on the other side of Rob.  He smiled back 
at me and reached across the back of the couch for my hand.  Laura's 
lips felt great, but I wished they were Brad's lips instead. 
 
"Honey?  You go first," Rob said, handing Laura a rolled-up $100 bill.  
As she leaned over the coffee table, he held her hair back behind her 
head. 
 
"Thanks, dear," she said.  Holding the bill to her nose, she 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 me.  "Annie?" 
 
I took the bill and gathered my hair back, snorting a line just as she 
had.  Suddenly, it seemed like the room got brighter, the music 
louder.  The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt a 
numbness spread from my nose to the back of my throat.  My eyes 
started to water and I reached for my wineglass. 
 
"Good stuff," Rob said, taking the bill from me and snorting a line.  
He handed it to Brad and he did the same, passing it to Kathy when he 
was done.  Candy and Kathy held each others' hair as they did their 
lines.  Candy passed the bill back to Rob. 
 
"Next round's on Annie," he said. 
 
"But I don't have any..." 
 
"That's not what he means, silly," Laura said.  "Here, scoot around 
sideways."  She tugged at my legs, pulling them into her lap and 
laying me down so my back rested on Rob's thighs and my head ended up 
in Brad's lap. 
 
"Hold still, sweetie," Rob said, scooping up some of the white powder 
with a credit card and dumping it between my breasts.  "This round's 
on you.  Literally." 
 
As Rob divided the lines with the card, Brad leaned over to kiss me.  
I could feel his cock growing in his trousers, pressing against the 
back of my head.  I wanted to press my head against it, but Rob was 
holding me still as he formed the cocaine into lines between my 
titties. 
 
Laura was the first to lean over and inhale a line from my breast.  
She licked the remainder and gave my nipple a quick suck before 
passing the bill to Rob.  He cupped one of my breasts in his hand as 
he leaned over to snort.  Brad went next, licking one of my nipples 
afterwards, just as Laura had done.  Then Candy and Kathy came over.  
Candy went first, and instead of giving me a quick lick, she leaned 
over and kissed me.  Then Katherine did her line, kissing me just as 
Candy had, only deeper and longer, her deep blue eyes lingering on my 
face afterwards. 
 
"We didn't forget you, Annie," Rob 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 me two tries to snort it all.  My eyes 
didn't water as much as before, but I had this feeling of 
exhilaration, like I could have jumped on my bike and pedaled fifty 
miles, just like that. 
 
"Let's get these off," Laura said, tugging at my red panties.  I stood 
there in front of everyone as she pulled them down over my thighs, but 
my self-consciousness was gone.  I felt ecstatic to be with these 
beautiful people, beautiful people who found me to be attractive. 
 
"Ooh, she's hairless," Candy said. 
 
"She's shaved like you," Kathy said.  I turned around and noticed that 
Rob had unzipped his trousers, and his half-hard cock was exposed.  
Laura sat me down on the couch and gently guided my hand to his 
crotch.  I took his cock in my hand, feeling it grow between my 
fingers. 
 
"Go ahead, Annie," Laura urged.  I lowered my head in his lap and 
guided his stiffening cock into my mouth.  I felt Laura's hands 
between my legs, curious fingers seeking my sex, probing my wetness 
and finding my clit.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Candy 
and Kathy return to the couch where they had been kissing, undoing 
their bras and peeling off their panties, and laying head to toe, 
their heads wedged between each other's thighs. 
 
I reached past Rob for Brad, not wanting him to feel left out, and 
found his hand in his lap.  He guided it to his young cock, and I 
began to stroke it while I sucked Rob's cock.  I suddenly realized 
that both of them were circumcised.  I'd seen pictures of circumcised 
cocks before, but I'd never seen one in person.  Now I was sucking one 
and stroking another.  I wondered how they would feel inside me. 
 
I found out soon enough.  Rob lifted me off his cock and stood up to 
remove his shirt and trousers while Laura fingered my moist snatch.  
Then he sat down on the couch and Laura helped me straddle his lap, 
even guiding her husband's cock inside me.  I settled down on his 
hardness and felt it stretch me inside, the fat ridge of flesh on his 
cockhead pressing against the walls of my cunt.  As I began to move up 
and down on his hard cock, there was no foreskin moving up and down 
inside me, just the delicious feeling of his veiny shaft rubbing the 
walls of my cunny.  He pulled me closer and began to suckle my 
breasts, his hands cupping my bottom and urging me to fuck him faster. 
 
Brad stood up and got undressed, walking behind the couch and offering 
his cock for me to suck.  I leaned over Rob's shoulder and took Brad's 
young tool in my mouth, hungrily sucking it while I bounced up and 
down in Rob's lap.  Laura caressed my back while I fucked her husband, 
then she called Brad over.  I felt a twinge of disappointment when he 
pulled his hard cock out of my mouth and came over to Laura, who was 
leaning over the back of the couch, presenting her ass to Brad.  She 
reached back and guided him into her pussy, starting to moan almost 
immediately as the young man began to briskly pound her from behind. 
 
I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of this man's cock inside me, 
someone I'd just met, someone who had tucked a few hundred dollars in 
my garter belt, plied me with cocaine, and was now fucking me on a 
couch next to his wife, who had a teenager's cock buried in her 
snatch.  I felt my climax start to rise, starting in my thighs and 
creeping up my belly.  I felt sexy, like the women in those magazines 
I used to read with Luci and my brothers, back when we still thought 
those photos were real and not just models posing for the camera. 
 
I bounced faster in Rob's lap, seeking my release.  He squeezed my 
ass, guiding it up and down, impaling me with his rock-hard tool.  I 
cupped my breasts together, pinching my nipples with my fingers, the 
sensation of pain and pleasure mixing and triggering my orgasm.  I 
clenched myself around Rob's tool, hoping to make him come, wanting to 
feel his sperm splashing against the walls of my cunt.  He just 
squeezed my ass harder, urging me on to a faster pace while I writhed 
in his lap. 
 
"It takes me a while to come after a couple of lines," he said.  "Why 
don't I drive for a while?"  He helped me off of his lap and I kneeled 
on the couch, leaning against the back next to Laura.  I was just 
about to lean over and kiss her when Rob speared me from behind, 
making me gasp with pleasure. 
 
"Feels wonderful, doesn't it?" Laura said, leaning over for that kiss 
while Brad kept pumping her from behind.  "I'm lucky to have a stud 
like Rob for a husband." 
 
"Yes...oh, yes," I gasped, feeling his fat cockhead touch me in places 
no one had, not even Ramon.  When Rob leaned over my back and began to 
rub my swollen clit, I lost it again, holding on to the back of the 
couch for dear life as another orgasm took control of my body, making 
me shake and spasm. 
 
Behind us, I could hear Candy and Kathy, their moans muffled by each 
other's sex.  Laura was about to have her second orgasm and neither 
Brad nor Rob seemed like they were about to come.  I wondered how long 
they could keep it up. 
 
"Fill her up, Rob," Laura cooed.  "Fill her with your cum so I can 
lick it out of her yummy little slit." 
 
"She's tight, hon.  Tight like that slutty little babysitter," he 
said, his teeth clenched.  His cock slammed into me faster and harder, 
nearly knocking the wind out of me.  I felt his big balls hitting my 
ass with each stroke. 
 
"How's my pussy, Brad?  Tight enough for you?" Laura asked the young 
man fucking her. 
 
"Just fine, ma'am," he said. 
 
"What a polite young man you are," Laura said.  "Now, fill me with 
your spunk."  Brad leaned over her back, his hands reaching for her 
tits, his hips a blur as he pounded Laura's pussy. 
 
Just then I felt Rob's cock start to twitch inside me, feeling him 
grow harder and bigger, his cockhead flaring like a cobra's hood.  He 
gripped my hips and gave one last deep thrust and I felt him flooding 
me with his cum, hot spurts of his love juice filling my pussy. 
 
It wasn't until Rob pulled out of me that I realized it was Kathy 
kneeling behind him and tonguing his ass that had made him finally 
come.  Candace was kneeling behind Brad doing the same thing, making 
the young man grunt and spurt his hot load in Laura's dripping snatch.  
Kathy saw me wrinkle my nose at that; I could finger someone's ass, 
but I couldn't imagine licking it. 
 
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," she said, seeing my expression 
of mild disgust.  "Besides, we want some more lines."  Rob laughed at 
this and presented his cock, dripping with his cum and my juices, to 
Kathy, who cleaned it off with her tongue.  "Mmmm...you taste really 
good, Annie." 
 
Just as she promised, Laura laid me down on the couch and began to 
clean her husband's semen from my pussy while Rob cut some more lines.  
Her tongue probed me, her hands groped me, and she drank from my slit, 
leaving me wanting more. 
 
We did another round of lines and then Brad pulled a joint from his 
shirt pocket, lighting it up and passing it around. 
 
"Chaser," he said.  I was about to pull him down into my lap when 
Kathy sat down on the couch next to me. 
 
"So, you're here with Julia?" she said.  I nodded. 
 
"Well, we have something in common.  I used to spend weekends at her 
place in Maine when I was your age," she said.  "She was good friends 
with my aunt.  We had such good times in her garden."  Kathy put her 
arm around me and looked at me with those blue eyes.  I forgot all 
about Brad. 
 
"Your eyes..." I started to say, mesmerized by her gaze.  She leaned 
in and kissed me, her lips as soft as clouds. 
 
"I wish I had pretty green ones like yours," she said.  "Maybe someday 
they'll invent some contact lenses that..." 
 
"No, don't.  They're beautiful," I said.  I could have stared into 
them for hours. 
 
"Aw, you're so sweet.  Lay back for me, angel.  I want to taste you." 
 
I let her have her way with me, gently laying me back on the couch 
while she ravished my sex with her tongue, her blue eyes looking up at 
me, holding me in her spell.  What Laura had started, Katherine 
finished, drinking Rob's sperm and my juices, making my body convulse 
with pleasure as I came again and again.  When she had finished, she 
leaned over me and kissed me, her face moist with my fluids. 
 
"I've got to find Candy.  Maybe I'll see you again.  Take care of 
Julia for me.  She's still close to my heart."  She kissed me again 
and walked off.  I called after her, wanting to make her come, too.  
But she was gone. 
 
Brad was gone, too.  Only Rob and Laura were left in the living room 
and they were busy coupling on the floor, oblivious to my presence.  I 
found my panties stuffed between cushions in the couch, slipping them 
through my garter belt and snorting a quick line before leaving them 
to their pleasure.  There was a half of a joint on the coffee table 
and I grabbed it and went looking for Brad. 
 
"Need a light for that?"  I heard a voice behind me as I walked 
through the kitchen.  It was Brad's father. 
 
"Yes, please," I said.  He grabbed a pack of kitchen matches and lit 
one.  We passed the joint back and forth.  I took a sip of his drink: 
scotch on ice.  It took the edge off of the cocaine and relaxed me. 
 
"I saw you with Brad earlier," he said. 
 
"He's cute," I said, suppressing a giggle.  I wanted to find him and 
fuck him silly. 
 
"Yes, I guess he is," he said.  "So are you." 
 
"Thank you," I said, passing the joint to him. 
 
"Would you mind?" he said, taking a pull from the joint and placing it 
on the kitchen counter.  I knew what he wanted from the look in his 
eyes, and I smiled and nodded, letting him hoist me up on to the 
counter and kiss me.  I ran my fingers through his graying hair as he 
hoisted my legs over his shoulders and kissed me on my sex, his tongue 
probing me, seeking out my clit and teasing it.  He pleasured me 
almost as well as Julia, as his tongue darted about, finding all my 
most sensitive places, and making me come on the kitchen counter. 
 
I wanted to return the favor, to take his cock in my mouth and make 
him spurt his seed, but he kissed me and squeezed my hand and walked 
away before I could thank him.  I picked up what was left of the joint 
and resumed my search. 
 
The back yard was a sea of naked, writhing bodies.  Couples, 
threesomes, and moresomes squirming on cushions on the patio, on the 
lush grass, in the pool.  It seemed as if there was twice as many 
people as had been seated at dinner.  The waiters and waitresses 
looked on amused, and a few of them had been drawn into the action.  
The young  Hispanic maid I'd seen earlier was kneeling next to the 
pool as two men penetrated her from both ends, making her squirm with 
pleasure. 
 
"Scotch, please," I said to the bartender.  He was young, early 
twenties perhaps, with a thick mane of black hair that was slicked 
back with some sort of gel or mousse. 
 
"Neat, water, soda, or on the rocks?" he said. 
 
"Ice, please." 
 
"On the rocks," he said, filling a glass with ice and scotch and 
handing it to me.  I took one of the bills from my garter belt and 
handed it to him as a tip. 
 
"Miss?  This is a hundred dollar bill!" 
 
I just smiled at him and walked away, sipping my drink, looking for a 
familiar face in the tangle of bodies around the pool.  A woman with 
long gray hair was surrounded by men; she had a cock in each orifice 
and two more in her hands.  I edged closer to the writhing mass of 
flesh, wondering if Julia was at the center.  It wasn't. 
 
I couldn't find Julia anywhere, but Brad emerged from the pool.  He'd 
been fucking someone, an older woman his mother's age.  His cock 
glistened with pool water and her juices as he dried himself off with 
a towel and found his shirt. 
 
"Let's go to my room," he said, taking my hand and leading me back 
into the house. 
 
Alone in his room, sitting on his bed, he pulled the last joint from 
his shirt pocket and lit it, taking a drag and handing it to me.  I 
inhaled the smoke and washed it down with a sip of my drink. 
 
"What do you think?  About all this, I mean," he said.  He sucked on a 
bottle of beer between hits. 
 
"I really don't know what to think," I said.  "This is so strange." 
 
"Yeah, I know," he said.  "So many different people." 
 
"I thought sex was something shared by people in love," I said, taking 
another hit from the joint and passing it to him.  "But all these 
people..."  I told him about our afternoon in Shelly's shop. 
 
"Wow, what a trip," he said.  His cock stirred in his lap, barely 
hidden by his shirt.  He leaned over and kissed me. 
 
"You're really cute," I said.  I thought I'd blush when I said that, 
but I didn't.  Instead, I pushed him back on his bed and took his cock 
in my mouth, ravishing it with my tongue.  He was a bit bigger than 
Del, and almost as thick, even without a foreskin.  When he was hard I 
straddled his hips and guided him inside me.  He reached up to cup my 
breasts and I leaned down, seeking his lips with mine, my hips moving 
against his, his young cock filling my sex. 
 
We fucked slowly, passing the joint back and forth while we did it.  
The cocaine had worn off and the pot took over, and instead of a 
thousand different thoughts per second rushing through my mind, there 
was just the feeling of skin on skin, hip bone against hip bone, cock 
and pussy and lips and tongues and hands. 
 
Brad's young cock wormed inside me as I rode him, my hips thrusting 
against his.  I merely moaned when I came instead of my usual cry of 
pleasure; the evening's activities had taken their toll, dulling my 
senses a bit.  Brad's hips rose and fell as he filled me with his 
sperm.  Afterwards we lay together, connected, exchanging gentle 
kisses. 
 
There was a knock on the door and it opened.  Julia and Helen, both 
half-dressed, bra and panties and stockings.  Helen knelt by the bed 
and gave her son a tender kiss as Julia caressed my back. 
 
"Ready to go, dear?" she said. 
 
"They look so lovely together," Helen said. 
 
"You're welcome to come visit us in Maine," Julia said, her hand 
around Helen's waist.  As they kissed, I climbed off of Brad, his 
softening cock slipping out of me.  I pulled my panties from my garter 
belt and slipped them on, pulling them tightly against my crotch to 
catch his oozing cum. 
 
"He'd like that," Helen said, giving Julia a kiss as passionate and 
deep as the one she'd given her son. 
 
"Would you like that, Annie?" Julia said. 
 
"Yes," I replied, leaning down to give Brad a quick kiss.  I drained 
the rest of my drink before following Julia from the room, looking 
back to see Helen sitting on the edge of Brad's bed, taking his young 
cock, still wet with my juices, in her mouth. 
 
We found the rest of my clothes where I had left them, in the living 
room.  Rob and Laura were nowhere to be found, nor were Kathy and 
Candy.  I put on my bra and slipped on my dress, taking the three 
remaining $100 bills from my garter belt and slipping them in my 
purse.  There was a rolled up bill on the coffee table and a half of a 
line of coke.  While Julia went to say goodbye to Brad's father, I 
snorted the line. 
 
As the cab took us back to our hotel, I leaned my head on Julia's 
shoulder, her arm around me.  Despite that last line of coke, I was 
exhausted.  I had to lean on Julia when we emerged from the cab and 
walked into the hotel.  It was late and the lobby was deserted. 
 
She helped me get undressed, hanging up my dress for me, taking off my 
stockings and undies, helping me remove my makeup and wash my face. 
 
"Drink some water, dear," she said.  "Otherwise you'll feel awful in 
the morning."  She watched while I downed two full glasses of ice 
water and took an aspirin, and showed me how to use the bidet to clean 
myself, something I'd never done before.  Then she half-carried me to 
bed and got undressed. 
 
"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked me, climbing into bed next to 
me. 
 
"Yes," I said, "but it was so strange." 
 
"How so?" 
 
"Everyone was so...it seemed like...it seemed like everyone was so 
intent on having fun that it became like work." 
 
"Yes, that happens sometimes, especially with the younger crowd," 
Julia said, "younger" in this case referring to the couples in their 
thirties, not Brad and I. 
 
"It's not always like that?" 
 
"No," she said.  "Only the larger gatherings, like tonight." 
 
As we lay together in bed, Julia told me how it all started years 
before.  She and her late husband and Helen and Brad decided to switch 
partners one night.  It became a regular thing, and instead of going 
off to separate bedrooms, the four of them began to share the same 
bed.  The circle widened as other couples and single women became 
involved.  Then it became a circuit, a gathering at a different house 
each weekend.  Even after Julia's husband passed away, she was still 
welcome to attend, making an appearance about once each month. 
 
I tried to process what I had seen tonight.  In light of what Julia 
had told me, I realized that the sex and pleasure were secondary to 
the social aspect.  The same way Ramon's family gatherings were 
centered around rum and cigars and big casseroles of food, baseball on 
the television and salsa music on the radio, these people had sex, 
drugs, alcohol, and more sex.  It seemed so shallow until I remembered 
what my relationship with Ramon, Del, and Paco was like before I 
started to sleep with them.  Sure, I loved them, but was there really 
any difference? 
 
"Julia?" 
 
"Yes, Annie?" 
 
"There's something I should tell you." 
 
"Can it wait until morning?" she said.  She was tired, too. 
 
"Yes, I guess." 
 
"Good night, dear."  She kissed me and pulled me closer. 
 
"Good night, Julia." 
 
My body was drained of energy, but my brain was still awake.  I 
replayed the events of the day in my mind until I fell asleep. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
I had a bizarre dream that night.  I was back at Bradley and Helen's 
house, laying spread-eagle on a padded table in the living room, my 
arms and legs bound with silken sashes, surrounded by a crowd of 
people.  Brad was on top of me, his hard cock pumping in and out of my 
pussy, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.  When he erupted inside 
me, everyone applauded.  He pulled out of me and rotated the table so 
that all could see the semen oozing out of my slit. 
 
Then it was Del on top of me, fucking me, filling me with his seed, 
another round of applause when he finished.  Then Brad's father, his 
big cock stretching my sex as he entered me, then Ramon, his fat cock 
feeling even larger than usual.  Rob followed, inhaling a line of coke 
from between my breasts as he pounded my twat.  Then the bartender.  
Then one of the men I'd seen in the pool.  I looked past him and saw a 
line of men formed behind them, all of them waiting their turn, 
waiting to fuck me, waiting to fill me with their seed. 
 
"Where's Paco?" I cried out. 
 
Then I realized that I didn't have my diaphragm in me, and I began to 
worry that I'd get pregnant and I wouldn't know who the father was 
with all these men spurting their cum inside me. 
 
"Don't worry, dear," Julia said, stroking my hair as another man 
climbed on top of me, his throbbing cock disappearing between my legs.  
"We'll take care of it." 
 
I didn't know what she meant by that, and I wanted to ask her, but 
after the man came and climbed off me, Helen stepped forward and 
lowered her face to my sex, drinking from the river of semen that 
flowed from my pussy.  Then she stepped aside and Julia took over, her 
tongue scooping the sperm into her mouth, her hands on my breasts, her 
eyes looking into mine. 
 
And then I woke up and felt a tongue inside me and hands on my 
breasts.  I looked down into Julia's eyes, and she stopped licking me 
and smiled. 
 
"I loved the way you woke me yesterday, Annie.  Shall I continue?" 
 
I smiled and nodded, closing my eyes and losing myself in the pleasure 
she was giving me, letting the dream I'd had dissipate like a wisp of 
smoke.  I felt a bit sore down there from the night before, but 
Julia's tongue soothed me, aroused me, and finally, brought me to a 
climax.  I wanted to return the favor but she stopped me with a kiss. 
 
"We slept a bit late this morning," she said.  "If we hurry, we can 
catch brunch and come back to the room for a bit of pleasure before 
checkout time."  We kissed again, took a quick shower, and got 
dressed, heading down to the hotel's dining room where brunch was 
served. 
 
A little over an hour later, we were back in our room, undressed and 
on the bed, the toys we'd bought the day before scattered around us.  
I had my face buried between Julia's legs, teasing her clit with my 
tongue as I penetrated her bottom with the anal probe.  She writhed 
with pleasure as I lashed her clit and turned the probe on its highest 
setting, slowly pushing the probe in and out until she came. 
 
After she'd caught her breath, Julia had me lay face down on the bed, 
my ass propped up with a couple of pillows, while she inserted the 
anal beads in my bottom.  Strapping the antique vibrator to the back 
of her hand, she massaged my pussy, homing in on my clit with her 
vibrating fingers.  Every time she'd pop a bead out of my ass, I'd 
moan and squirm, and just as I was about to come, she quickly pulled 
the rest out of me, making me scream and grind my hips, pressing my 
sex against her fingers as I climaxed.  I felt something wet between 
my ass cheeks and realized that she was tonguing me back there.  The 
nastiness of what she was doing made me come again, and when I 
imagined myself licking her back there I came a third time. 
 
"What was it you were going to tell me last night?" she asked as we 
were laying together. 
 
"Oh, nothing," I said.  Last night it seemed like a good idea to tell 
her about me and Ramon and my brothers, but now I wasn't so sure. 
 
"You can tell me, Annie." 
 
"Well..."  I wasn't sure what she'd think of me.  I knew I could trust 
her with our secret, but I desperately wanted her respect. 
 
"Is it about last night?" she asked. 
 
"No.  It's about my family.  My stepbrothers and my papi and I..."  
This was all I had to say.  I could see it in her eyes, a knowing 
expression.  I felt my eyes well up and a tear formed, slowly rolling 
down my cheek 
 
"For how long?" she asked. 
 
"Since I was ten with my brothers.  We just started fooling around.    
With Ramon, after my mother died.  I wanted to see him happy again." 
 
"I thought I sensed something between you and Del.  He's the older 
one, right?"  She kissed me on the cheek where the tear had left a wet 
trail. 
 
"Yes," I replied.  "Is this a bad thing?" 
 
"Do you think it's a bad thing?"  She stroked my hair. 
 
"No.  I love them very much." 
 
"And they love you?" 
 
"Yes, of course." 
 
"And it gives you pleasure?" she said. 
 
"Yes." 
 
She kissed me again, letting me draw my own conclusions.  I turned in 
her arms to face her. 
 
"You don't think any less of me?" 
 
"Quite the contrary," she said, placing her hand on my breast.  
"You're a young girl with a big heart, filled with love for everyone 
in your world.  Don't hoard it, don't let it go to waste.  Give your 
love and it will come back in many ways." 
 
"Julia, I..."  She cut me off with a kiss. 
 
"I know, dear.  I know." 
 
I felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted from me.  I felt as if 
I could have flown over the city on gossamer wings of joy.  I felt 
closer to Julia than I'd ever felt to anyone since my mother's 
passing.  As I lay in her arms, my head laying against her breast, her 
heartbeat thrumming in my ear, I wanted to preserve this moment 
forever, to make time stop and spend the rest of my life in her arms. 
 
Unfortunately, I couldn't stop the clock.  Checkout time loomed, and 
we had to get dressed and pack, a long drive home ahead of us.  The 
bellhop brought our bags to the lobby and the valet brought Julia's 
car around.  As she returned the room key to the front desk, the 
concierge approached us with a bouquet of red roses. 
 
"Anne?" he asked. 
 
"That's me," I replied. 
 
"These arrived for you just now," he said, handing me the flowers. 
 
"Thank you," I said.  Julia handed him a tip, and he bowed slightly 
and turned on his heel. 
 
"They're lovely, dear," Julia said.  "Is there a card?" 
 
I found a small handwritten note between the stems. 
 
"Thinking of you," it read. 
 
"It's from Brad," I said. 
 
"What a well-mannered young man," she said.  "Come, they've brought 
the car around." 
 
I floated out of the lobby, my feet barely touching the ground.  No 
one had ever given me flowers before.  I held them on my lap the whole 
way home, sniffing their sweet fragrance every ten miles or so. 
 
We pulled into the driveway of my house and Julia helped me bring my 
things inside.  Del and Paco were watching television in the living 
room.  Ramon was down at the docks, doing maintenance on the fishing 
boat.  I greeted my brothers with hugs and kisses as Julia looked on, 
and then I walked her out to the car. 
 
"Don't forget to put those flowers in water," she said, kissing me on 
the cheek. 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I said, returning her kiss with one on the lips.  
"Thank you so much for this weekend." 
 
"You're welcome, Annie.  I've got to go back in a couple of weeks," 
she said.  "I'd love for you to join me again."  We kissed again, and 
I watched her drive off before going back into the house.  After three 
days in the lap of luxury, it seemed so dreary and worn. 
 
I brought my new clothes upstairs to my room, carefully hanging up my 
new dresses and putting my new toys away in my bedside table, and then 
changing into shorts and a t-shirt.  I went back downstairs to the 
kitchen to put dinner in the oven before joining Del and Paco on the 
couch.  There was a ball game on the television. 
 
"So, how was Boston?" Del asked. 
 
"Wonderful," I replied, reaching out for his hand.  Paco snuggled up 
to me, leaning his head on my shoulder. 
 
"We missed you," he said. 
 
"Yeah," Del added.  "Papi did too." 
 
"That's sweet," I said, kissing Del and then Paco on the cheek. 
 
I heard a key in the front door lock; it was Ramon.  He gave me a big 
hug and a kiss before flopping down on one of the living room chairs, 
exhausted from working on the boat. 
 
"You have fun in Boston?" he asked. 
 
I told him about the museums and shopping, leaving out the visit to 
the sex toy store and the orgy in my account.  I didn't want to risk 
making Ramon jealous.  I wanted to be able to go there again with 
Julia in a couple of weeks. 
 
After dinner I slipped on the ivory silk chemise Julia had bought me 
and went into Ramon's bedroom.  He was waiting for me on the bed, 
dressed only in his boxers.  I climbed into bed next to him and we 
kissed, a faint trace of rum on his lips. 
 
"The boys missed you," he said. 
 
"And you?" 
 
"I did, too." 
 
I kissed him again and tugged on his shorts.  He lifted his ass up 
from the bed so I could pull them down before curling up between his 
legs and taking his fat cock in my mouth, feeling it grow between my 
lips.  After all the strange penises I'd seen the night before, 
Ramon's thick tool seemed familiar, comforting.  As soon as he was 
hard enough, I climbed on top of him, lifting the hem of my chemise 
and guiding him inside me. 
 
He held me gently as I rode his stiff prick, pulling the chemise over 
my head so he could plant tender kisses on my breasts.  I missed the 
way he held my hips in his strong hands, guiding me up and down on his 
cock, my ass bouncing against his thighs with each stroke.  There were 
some big cocks at that party, but none could match Papi's thickness, 
filling my hungry pussy and grinding against my swollen clit.  His 
hands cupped my ass, urging me to fuck him faster, bringing us closer 
to our release. 
 
That familiar feeling began to take hold of me, starting at my clit 
and radiating outward through my thighs and belly, making my toes curl 
and my nipples stiffen and crinkle.  I closed my eyes and savored this 
feeling, trying to tighten my pussy muscles around my papi's hard 
cock.  My orgasm began with a flushed feeling in my face and a 
tightness in my belly, the tension inside me building until it snapped 
like a watch spring.  I collapsed against Ramon's chest, holding him 
close as I shuddered on top of him, my thighs clamping against his.  
He held me to his chest, moving his hips when I could no longer move 
mine, pushing his cock deep inside of me with each stroke.  I felt his 
cock twitch inside of me and heard him let out a soft groan.  There 
was a flood of warmth inside me as he filled me with his hot cream, 
his hips slowing and finally coming to rest beneath me. 
 
"You really did miss me," I said, reaching down to feel the river of 
cum that leaked from my pussy.  I rested my head on his chest, feeling 
loved as he kissed me and stroked my hair. 
 
"Your brothers missed you too, you know," he whispered.  I kissed him 
again and pulled myself off his cock, letting more of his cream leak 
from my messy snatch and run down my thigh.  I grabbed his boxers and 
held them between my legs to stop the flow. 
 
"I'll be back," I said, kissing him again.  I picked up my chemise 
from the bed and left his bedroom, holding his cummy boxers between my 
legs. 
 
"We need a bidet," I thought to myself, heading to the bathroom.  I 
cleaned myself as best as I could, leaving the sticky boxers in the 
hamper.  Then I walked up to the third floor, to Del's bedroom.  He 
was sitting on his bed, reading a comic book.  I grabbed him by the 
hand and led him to Paco's room.  Paco happened to be looking at a 
porn magazine; his cock was out as if he was about to jerk off. 
 
"Put that down," I said.  "I've got something better for you."  I took 
my brothers down to my bedroom and helped them get undressed.  Del 
laid down on his back atop my bed, already erect, and I climbed on top 
of him, just as I had done with his father only a few minutes before, 
feeling his young cock easily slip inside sloppy pussy. 
 
"Paco, get the lotion from my dresser," I said.  He happily complied, 
lubing up his stiffy and climbing into bed behind me. 
 
"Slow down, Annie," he whispered, his hands on my bottom, trying to 
steady my moving hips long enough to pierce my bottom with his pole. 
 
"Sorry, Paquito.  Try it now," I said, pausing my humping long enough 
for him to enter my tight bottom.  He pushed inside me, letting out a 
satisfied sigh when his cockhead passed through the tight ring of 
muscle. 
 
Del liked to set the pace when we did this, holding my hips while Paco 
had his hands on my waist, barely moving as my ass moved up and down 
on his cock.  Del's hips moved against mine, and I could feel their 
poles pressing together inside me, separated by a thin wall of flesh. 
 
What I liked most of all was the feeling of being sandwiched between 
them, feeling their skin against mine, their muscles flexing and 
relaxing, their hearts beating against me, within me.  I savored the 
feeling of these two young men, eager to please me, eager to take 
their pleasure within me, their smooth hard cocks piercing my tender 
holes.  I closed my eyes and thought how lucky I was to have them. 
 
My mind began to wander as I lay between them.  I wondered if they had 
ever fooled around with each other, trying to imagine them laying 
side-by-side in bed, stroking each other's hard cock.  I tried to 
picture Paco on his knees, taking Del's organ in his mouth, like the 
two men in the sex shop.  I knew it would have never crossed their 
minds; even at their age they had a well-developed sense of machismo.  
But the mental image served to arouse me even more, and in my mind's 
eye I could see Del's hard cock pressing against Paco's little 
asshole, impaling his younger brother on his erection. 
 
It was a potent trigger, and the pleasure welled up within me again, 
making me moan and buck and squirm between my brothers' pumping cocks 
as I came.  I began to bear down on the two rigid members inside me, 
seeking the extra friction that came from tightening myself around 
their tools.  As was usually the case, Paco came first, his cock 
plunging into me again and again and spurting a warm jet of cum in my 
ass.  His movements slowed, and he lingered inside me for a minute 
before slipping out of me, kissing me tenderly on the back and heading 
to the bathroom to wash himself off. 
 
That left me and Del, our hips grinding against each other, making my 
bed squeak as we fucked.  Our lips met and melted together, our 
tongues meeting halfway, his hands roaming over my body.  I broke off 
the kiss to let out a gasp, feeling another climax coming on.  Del's 
lips found my breast, and he suckled me as I came, his teeth lightly 
grazing my stiff nipple, his hands on my ass, urging me to hump him 
faster.  I felt his cock stiffen and twitch inside me, and he lifted 
his hips off of the bed, burying himself in my hungry snatch as he 
flooded me with his sperm.  He fell back to the bed with a sigh, 
caressing my back as I lay on top of him. 
 
We lay like that for a while, until his cock softened and slipped out 
of me.  I rolled off of him, reaching for a towel to blot the river of 
spunk that flowed from my cunny and ass.  Del kissed me and went back 
to his room.  When the flow of cum subsided, I put on an old pair of 
cotton panties and returned to Ramon's bedroom.  He was asleep 
already, so I climbed into bed next to him and watched him for a while 
before falling asleep next to him. 
 
 
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