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Subject: {ASSM} Wanderings - Chapter Ten - Homecoming  (Ff mf Mf Fmm inc)
Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 08:10:03 -0400
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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 Ten - Homecoming  (Ff mf Mf Fmm inc) 
 
 
Julia woke me up the next morning in the usual manner: her soft lips 
on my own, her hand lightly grazing my breasts. 
 
"I thought I'd get you up a little early," she whispered.  I looked at 
the clock; there were still a couple of hours before Brad had to catch 
the bus home. 
 
"Thanks," I said, kissing her.  She smiled and headed downstairs. 
 
While Brad slept, I put my diaphragm back in and climbed back into 
bed, stretching out against him as I laid head-to-toe.  His slumbering 
penis was inches from my lips and I hoped his soreness had disappeared 
while we slept.  I wanted to feel him inside me one more time before 
he left. 
 
I kissed the tip of his cock, extending my tongue and scooping his 
column of flesh into my mouth, slowly sucking him as he slept.  As his 
penis stiffened between my lips I felt his hands caressing my thighs, 
gently parting them, his lips finding my sex and kissing my sensitive 
clit. 
 
"Still sore?" I asked him as I stroked his hardness. 
 
"Naw, it feels great," he said, smiling at me from between my legs.  
As he went back to pleasuring me with his mouth, I took his cock back 
in my mouth, bathing his shaft with my tongue as I played with his 
smooth, hairless balls.  We licked and sucked each other, our hands 
roaming over each other's bodies, fondling, squeezing, caressing.  
Brad ate me well, working me into a pre-orgasmic frenzy as my breasts 
heaved against his firm stomach. 
 
"Take me, Brad.  I want to feel you in me," I said, releasing his 
glistening tool from my mouth.  He gave my wet pussy a kiss and sat up 
on the bed. 
 
"How would you like it?" he asked, his face wet with my juices. 
 
"On the floor, from behind.  Fuck me hard like you did in the garden." 
 
I climbed out of bed and got on my hands and knees, presenting my ass 
to him like a bitch in heat.  Brad knelt behind me, his cock poised at 
my entrance.  Suddenly, he rammed it inside me, filling me with one 
quick thrust that nearly knocked the air from my lungs.  I felt him 
lean over my back as he began to thrust, his hips banging against my 
bottom with enough force to make his balls swing against my pussy.  He 
grabbed my hips and pulled me against him with every stroke, pumping 
me fast and hard on the guest room rug. 
 
Brad's hands found my budding breasts, squeezing them as he pounded me 
from behind.  His hips moved quickly as his cock pistoned in and out 
of my hungry hole, stirring up my juices and filling the room with the 
smell of sex.  I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of our 
coupling: my squishing pussy, Brad's heavy breathing, his hips 
slapping against my bottom. 
 
Suddenly Brad wrapped his hands around my wrists and pulled my hands 
behind my back, dropping my head and shoulders to the floor as he 
restrained me, his thrusts growing faster and harder.  I began to 
struggle against him but that only spurred him on as he started to 
pound me quicker and deeper.  Finally, I stopped resisting and let him 
possess me completely. 
 
"Too rough?" he asked, nearly out of breath.  I shook my head, barely 
able to speak as he pounded my tender pussy.  He released my wrists 
and pushed me flat on my belly, pushing my thighs together and 
clamping his legs against them, making his cock seem bigger, harder, 
fatter, almost like Ramon's thick tool.  Brad laid on top of my back 
and humped me, lightly biting my shoulder as we fucked. 
 
The feeling of submitting to him, to be taken so savagely inflamed my 
passion, bringing me to a blinding orgasm.  I squirmed under him, 
moaning and clawing at the carpet but he held me fast as he assaulted 
me with his manhood, spearing my sex repeatedly on the hard floor.  I 
screamed as I climaxed again, probably loud enough to be heard 
downstairs, maybe even outside.  My orgasmic cries and the sobs that 
followed triggered Brad's release, and he uttered a guttural grunt as 
he pushed his cock in me with one last hard thrust, spurting his hot 
seed against the latex barrier of my diaphragm. 
 
He collapsed on my back, our fingers intertwined as he kissed me 
through the tangle of blonde hair that covered my face.  I began to 
feel the effects of our coupling, a slight case of rug burn on my 
knees and elbows, a layer of sweat that coated us both. 
 
"Hurt you?" he said, still panting and out of breath. 
 
"No, I loved it," I said.  He kissed me again, brushing the hair from 
my face. 
 
By the time we'd finished our shower, our last one together, Julia had 
breakfast ready.  Afterwards, I helped Brad pack his things and we 
drove to town, where the bus was waiting.  Brad and I kissed and held 
each other until the bus driver made his last call for departure. 
 
"Annie, I..." Brad said. 
 
"I know," I whispered, cutting him off.  I knew it.  He didn't have to 
say it.  Hearing those words would have just made me cry.  I didn't 
feel like crying; I wanted to see him off with a smile and a kiss.  
"Good bye, Brad." 
 
"I hope to see you soon," he said, kissing me again.  I fought my 
tears as he shouldered his backpack and headed for the bus.  Just 
before he stepped aboard, he smiled and waved.  I blew him a kiss, 
waving again as the door closed and the bus left, trailing a cloud of 
diesel smoke.  Julia came up behind me and held me. 
 
"You'll see him again soon," she said, caressing my shoulders.  I 
turned in her arms and she held me as I sobbed against her breasts.  
She dried my eyes with a tissue and we got back in her car, driving to 
the docks to sit and watch the sea. 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I said as we sat together and held hands. 
 
"It's been my pleasure, Annie," she said.  "You looked so lovely 
together.  You're still glowing." 
 
"If we were just a few years older..." I said. 
 
"You're young and beautiful.  There will be plenty of handsome young 
men in your life." 
 
"I guess," I said.  But I wanted Brad.  I could feel his juices 
seeping out of me, soaking into my panties.  I was tempted to stick a 
finger in my pussy, to scoop out a drop of his cum and taste it, but 
there were too many people around, even on a Sunday morning.  People 
were walking to church, fishing boats were arriving and departing, 
summer tourists were strolling around. 
 
"Annie?  Isn't that your stepfather's boat?"  Julia pointed towards 
the entrance of the harbor, where a fishing boat was passing a bobbing 
buoy. 
 
"I'm not sure...I think so," I said.  The boat was too far away to 
tell, but it looked like his.  As it motored closer, heading for the 
fish pier, I could see Ramon on the flying bridge, Del and Paco 
standing next to him.  My heart leapt in my chest, and I sprang to my 
feet, running towards the dock, Julia close behind.  From the depths 
of my sorrow over seeing Brad leave, I was suddenly elated that my 
papi and my brothers were home, safe and sound. 
 
"Papi!" I yelled out when they were within earshot.  Del and Paco 
waved and Ramon tooted the boat's air horn.  The boat sidled up to the 
dock, Del leaping off the forecastle to handle the mooring lines.  
When the boat was secured, he ran to me and hugged me. 
 
"I missed you, chica," he said, giving me a brotherly kiss on the 
cheek and squeezing my ass in a less fraternal manner. 
 
"Damn, isn't there a shower onboard?" I asked.  He reeked of fish, 
sweat, and diesel fuel. 
 
"We had to save water," he replied.  "The engines kept overheating." 
 
Paco ran up to me and gave me a big hug.  If anything, he smelled even 
worse, and his clothes were covered with dried fish blood and scales.  
Ramon was talking to a man in greasy overalls, a local mechanic, and 
came over when he'd finished. 
 
"Anita," he said, wrapping me in his arms and kissing my cheek. 
 
"Papi."  I held him and planted a kiss on his stubbly cheek.  "I 
missed you." 
 
"I missed you, too baby," he said.  By now, my dress was almost as 
filthy as their clothes, but I didn't care.  I was happy to have them 
back. 
 
"Thank you for taking care of Annie," Ramon said, taking Julia's hand 
and giving her a friendly peck on the cheek. 
 
"It's been my pleasure," she said.  "We had a wonderful time." 
 
Ramon and the boys couldn't come home right away; they had to offload 
their catch first, clean up the boat, and give the mechanic a chance 
to look at the balky cooling system.  It would be a long day's work, 
but they'd be home in time for dinner.  Ramon gave Julia some fresh 
fish filets, a token of his appreciation for looking after me. 
 
"What would you like for dinner, Papi?" I asked him. 
 
"Anything but fish," he laughed.  "I've been dreaming about pork 
chops, though.  How about that?" 
 
"Anything you want, Papi," I said, kissing him.  Julia and I headed 
back to her car. 
 
"I'd love you to join us for dinner," I said. 
 
"I wouldn't want to intrude," she said.  "I'm sure you'll be busy."  
She gave me a sly smile and squeezed my hand. 
 
"You can join us anyway," I said. 
 
"Let me think about it," she said. 
 
Back at Julia's house, I helped her with the housework, doing the 
breakfast dishes and throwing two sets of stained sheets in the 
laundry.  She fried up some of the fish Ramon had given her for lunch 
and we spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden, basking in the 
warm summer sun.  Brad had left a joint for me, and I smoked it with 
Julia, washing it down with some white wine. 
 
"How about it?" I asked her as we sunbathed in the nude on a big towel 
spread out on the grass.  "Will you have dinner with us?" 
 
"Yes," she said, leaning over and kissing me.  "I must admit that I've 
been curious about you and your family." 
 
"I knew it," I said, cupping her tanned breast with my hand, feeling 
her nipple engorge beneath my palm. 
 
"I just want to watch.  Do you think they'd mind?" 
 
"You can do more than watch," I said.  "And no, they won't mind." 
 
"Good," she said, holding my hand against her breast.  "Let me dress 
you and do your hair before dinner.  We'll make it a special 
homecoming." 
 
"I'd love that," I said.  We kissed again and went inside to take a 
shower.  I packed up the clothes and personal items I'd brought and we 
drove to my house.  Julia had brought some clothes and cosmetics, and 
I helped her bring them up to my room before going back downstairs to 
the kitchen to start dinner. 
 
While the pork chops thawed on the kitchen counter, I went back 
upstairs to my bedroom.  Julia had browsed through my wardrobe and had 
selected a sexy outfit that she'd laid out on my bed: a short black 
cocktail dress that had been my mother's, black lace bra and panties, 
a garter belt and stockings, and a pair of black heels that she'd 
bought for me in Boston.  She'd brought a similar outfit for herself, 
a black sheath dress that flattered her slim figure.  I sat in front 
of my vanity mirror as she brushed out my hair and did my face.  When 
she was done, I looked like an elegant 18-year-old debutante instead 
of a skinny girl of thirteen. 
 
"Lovely," she said, kissing me on the neck.   
 
"Thank you," I said, reaching up to caress her soft cheek.  "I should 
get dinner started." 
 
"I'll get dressed and help you," she said. 
 
Pork chops and mashed potatoes wasn't part of Julia's gourmet 
repertoire, so she busied herself by setting the table with my 
mother's best china, lighting candles she'd brought with her, and 
opening a bottle of wine.  Dinner was almost done when I heard Ramon's 
van pulling into the driveway.  I took off my apron, poured a glass of 
rum, and greeted my papi and the boys at the door. 
 
"Julia's going to join us for dinner," I said, handing him the glass.  
"Is that okay?" 
 
"No, not at all," he said.  "But I'd really like to..." 
 
"I know," I said, giving him a knowing wink.  Julia came out of the 
kitchen, a glass of wine in her hand.  She looked lovely in her black 
dress, a simple strand of pearls around her neck, her silver tresses 
falling over her shoulders.  She greeted Ramon and the boys with a 
smile and a kiss on the cheek.  Del couldn't take his eyes off of me 
and Paco seemed not to recognize me at first.  He'd never seen me 
wearing makeup. 
 
"I hope you don't mind," she said, placing her arm around my waist. 
 
"Not at all," Ramon said, smiling as the reason for her presence 
dawned on him.  "Let's get cleaned up for dinner," he said to Del and 
Paco. 
 
"Leave your laundry outside the bathroom.  I'll do it tomorrow," I 
called after them as they trooped upstairs. 
 
They came back downstairs just as dinner was done, freshly showered, 
wearing clean clothes.  Ramon had one of his nice guyabera shirts on 
and he'd shaved the stubble from his face.  He poured another glass of 
rum and sat down to dinner. 
 
The boys dug into their meal as if they hadn't eaten for a month, 
asking for seconds when they'd cleared their plates.  Fortunately, I'd 
made plenty of food, expecting that they'd be hungry.  Ramon didn't 
have much to say about the week at sea, only how boring it was when 
they weren't working. 
 
"I really missed your cooking," he said. 
 
"It's delicious, Annie," Julia said, sipping her wine. 
 
"She's a great cook," Ramon added.  Julia said something to Ramon in 
flawless Spanish, surprising Ramon as well as me.  I'd had no idea she 
spoke the language.  Ramon replied in kind. 
 
"What are they saying?" I whispered to Del, who was seated next to me.  
It was as incomprehensible to me as the dinner conversation at Helen's 
dinner part had been.  Ramon had made it a point to speak English 
exclusively in the house, and the only Spanish I'd picked up over the 
past few years were names of body parts and sex acts. 
 
"She's saying that you're a lovely girl and it's been a joy to look 
after you, that she'd be honored to do it again," he said. 
 
"Oh."  I got up from the table and began to gather the dishes. 
 
"Let me do that, Annie," Julia said.  "I insist." 
 
"Nonsense, you're a guest in our house," Ramon said.  "The boys can do 
that." 
 
As Del and Paco cleared the table, Julia and I joined Ramon in the 
living room, settling down on the couch with our drinks.  I snuggled 
up to him, resting my head on his chest, savoring the familiar scent 
of his after shave. 
 
"What a lovely family you have," Julia said. 
 
"Thank you," Ramon replied.  "It would be nice if they had a mother, 
perhaps a lovely woman like you." 
 
"I'm afraid that I'm a bit old for that job," she said.  "But you're 
right." 
 
"It's a good thing that you can show Annie the finer things in life," 
he said.  "When she came back from the trip to Boston, I'd never seen 
her so happy." 
 
"And I'd never seen her happier than when she saw your boat enter the 
harbor this morning," she said. 
 
"Is that true?" he asked me. 
 
"I missed you, Papi," I said, squeezing his thigh.  "Del and Paco, 
too." 
 
"They missed you, too, and not just your cooking," he said, holding me 
close.  "You look beautiful tonight." 
 
"Thank you, Papi," I said.  I ran my hand up his thigh, feeling the 
bulge that was forming in his lap.  "I hope you're not too tired." 
 
"I've been looking forward to this all week," he said, laughing and 
taking a sip of rum.  "Almost as much as your cooking." 
 
I started to unbutton his shirt, running my hand over his bare chest.  
He'd gotten a deep tan on the boat, and a few gray hairs showed amid 
the thick black thatch on his chest.  He leaned over and gave me a 
long, deep kiss, the taste of rum lingering on his lips.  Julia sipped 
her wine and watched us with interest. 
 
As Ramon shrugged off his shirt, I unzipped his trousers and unbuckled 
his belt, fishing his hardening cock from his briefs.  I heard Julia 
gasp as I stroked Ramon's fat prick to an erection. 
 
"Annie, how do you manage to get that inside you?" she laughed.  Julia 
looked flushed as she stared at his thick tool. 
 
"It feels good," I said, sliding his foreskin back to reveal the fat 
purple head. 
 
Ramon stood up so I could pull his slacks and briefs down and help him 
take them off.  He settled back on the couch and I kneeled between his 
legs.  Gone was the funky scent he'd carried off the boat; he smelled 
of fresh soap and talcum powder.  I leaned into his lap and took his 
fat cock between my lips, sucking him slowly, languorously, savoring 
the taste of his precum. 
 
"Ah, baby," he sighed, caressing my arms as I fellated him.  I felt 
someone tug at the zipper of my dress; it was Julia.  I recognized her 
light touch on my bare skin, caressing my back as I sucked Ramon.  She 
kissed my neck and knelt next to me, watching me make love to Ramon's 
big tool with my mouth. 
 
I knew Ramon wouldn't last long, and he didn't.  No sooner had I taken 
his shaft in one hand, cupped his big balls with the other, and 
swirled my tongue over his swollen glans when he erupted in my mouth, 
filling it with his hot spunk.  There was so much semen spurting from 
his twitching cock that I nearly gagged as I tried to swallow it all.  
Julia held her hand under my chin, catching the drops that escaped 
from my mouth as I gulped the rest of Ramon's heavy load.  I milked 
his spurting cock with my lips and released it from my mouth.  He 
settled back into the couch, sighing contentedly. 
 
"Wow, you really did miss me," I said, licking my lips. 
 
"Tastes spicy," Julia said, sampling the drops of cum she'd caught 
with her hand. 
 
"All that Cuban cooking," I said, licking Ramon's semen from her palm.  
She was right: after three days of feasting on Brad's sweet cream, 
Ramon's cum did taste piquant. 
 
"Let's get that lovely dress off so it doesn't get stained," she said, 
standing me up and helping me slip my short black dress over my hips, 
holding my hand as I stepped out of it.  She turned around so I could 
undo her zipper and it was my turn to help her disrobe.  Clad in our  
lacy black lingerie, stockings, and heels, we stood in front of Ramon 
and embraced, Julia's lips seeking my own for another taste of his 
tangy sperm. 
 
Del and Paco came in from the kitchen, having finished washing the 
dinner dishes.  They stopped short when they saw Julia and me kissing 
in front of Ramon, who sat naked on the couch as he watched us.  He 
motioned for them to join him on the couch, and he poured a couple of 
glasses of rum for them. 
 
"Why don't you get comfortable?" I said to Del and Paco as I held 
Julia in my arms.  Without taking their wide eyes off of us, they 
began to unbutton their shirts and undo their pants, pulling off their 
briefs to reveal a pair of erect penises, pulsing with anticipation. 
 
"Why, Del!  You're such a lovely young man," Julia said, moving to 
kneel in front of him as he sat next to his father.  He smiled, 
basking in her attention as she placed her hands on his thighs.  
"You're going to grow up to be as handsome as your father." 
 
I knelt in front of Paco and kissed him.  His lips, like his father's, 
tasted of rum. 
 
"You've grown while you were away, Paquito," I said, making him blush.  
Ramon smiled and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder as I reached 
for his young cock, stroking it gently.  I glanced over at Julia, who 
was kissing Del, her hand slowly moving back and forth in his lap as 
she masturbated him.  Ramon put his arms around his sons' shoulders, a 
proud expression on his face. 
 
Julia's kisses traveled down Del's body, pausing at his nipples and 
his taut stomach before stopping at his lap.  She gave me a sly smile 
as she parted her lips and took his cock in her mouth, slowly sucking 
his hardness.  I kissed Paco again, running my hands over his smooth 
skin and down his slender hips, spreading his thighs so I could take 
his stiffy in my mouth.  He gasped as my tongue swirled over the tip 
and bathed his smooth shaft, squirming on the couch as I fondled his 
hairless balls. 
 
As I sucked Paco's young dick, I could hear Julia's lips smacking over 
Del's hardness and see Ramon stroking his semi-erect cock as he 
watched us.  Paco's slim hips began to move up and down, spearing my 
mouth with his smooth cock.  I clamped my lips around his shaft, 
increasing the amount of suction while I held still and let him fuck 
my face.  He placed his hands on my shoulders and bounced his bottom 
on the couch, letting out a delighted little shriek as my tongue 
bathed his shaft.  Suddenly he gasped and I felt his cock begin to 
twitch in my mouth, spurting a couple of jets of his salty semen. 
 
"Thank you, Annie," he said, after I'd milked his stiffy dry and 
kissed the tip.  I gave him a loving kiss on his lips, making him 
shiver when I stroked his half-hard boycock. 
 
"That was yummy, Paco."  I kissed him again and caressed his smooth 
cheek before moving over to watch Julia pleasure Del.  Ramon pulled me 
into his lap, his fingers dipping under the waistband of my lacy black 
panties to cup my bottom. 
 
Julia's head bobbed between Del's firm thighs, her hands busily 
stroking his shaft and fondling his balls.  Del's mouth was agape, his 
head tilted back on the couch as he submitted to her oral 
ministrations.  His breathing grew heavier, his chest began to heave, 
and he started to moan as Julia worked him over with her tongue and 
lips.  All of a sudden, he gasped and lifted his ass from the couch, 
his thighs tensing and relaxing as he erupted in Julia's loving mouth.  
She gulped it down, swallowing twice, a tiny pearl of Del's semen 
appearing at the corner of her mouth. 
 
I slid off of Ramon's lap and knelt next to her, kissing away the drop 
of Del's sperm that lingered on her lips.  Our lips met again, and we 
shared what was left, our tongues intertwined, tasting of semen and 
wine. 
 
As eager as Julia was to see Ramon's fat cock buried inside my cunny, 
I knew he and my stepbrothers were curious about the things we did 
together.  I decided to put on a little show for them, and I reached 
around Julia's back to unhook her bra, freeing her perfect breasts 
from their lacy confines.  When my tongue flicked over her pebbly 
nipples, she gasped and tilted her head back, her long fingers running 
through my hair, fingernails lightly grazing the back of my neck, 
making me shiver with delight. 
 
I felt Julia unclasp my bra, her fingers dancing over my breasts, 
making my nipples stiffen and engorge.  She lifted my face from her 
breasts and kissed me, her lips heading lower, down my neck and 
shoulders, suckling my breasts just as I had done hers. 
 
She stood up, bring me to my feet and embracing me, her hands running 
up and down my back, coming to rest on my bottom.  I felt her tugging 
at my panties, pulling them down my thighs, kneeling at my feet as she 
placed a gentle kiss on my mound.  I stepped out of my panties and she 
sat me down on the coffee table.  Ramon leaned forward to move the 
bottle of rum out of the way as I lay back, cupping my breasts as 
Julia parted my thighs. 
 
"Annie has the sweetest pussy," Julia whispered as she leaned forward 
and kissed my sex.  Her hands roamed over my stocking-clad thighs as 
she touched my cleft with the tip of her tongue, parting my nether 
lips and licking the length of my slit.  Paco came around from where 
he'd been sitting and knelt on the floor next to Julia, watching 
intently as she teased my clitty from its hiding place. 
 
"Do you like to lick your sister's pussy, dear?" she asked Paco.  He 
nodded, which wasn't exactly true, but I wasn't going to call him on 
it. 
 
"Let me see you do it, baby," Julia said, moving back to give him room 
between my legs.  I looked down to see his head duck between my 
thighs.  Del shifted on the couch to get a better view, and even Ramon 
leaned over for a better look.  I felt Paco's tongue penetrate me, 
fucking me like a little cock. 
 
"A little higher, Paco," Julia said.  "See that pearly bump?  Swirl 
your tongue around it."  He followed her instructions, making me gasp 
as his tongue found my clit.  "That's right, baby.  See how she likes 
it?" she said.  I felt his tongue run up and down my slit as he 
nodded. 
 
Julia coached Paco as he ate me, her hands running over my belly and 
cupping my breasts.  She leaned over and kissed me, finding my tongue 
with hers, probing my mouth as Paco probed my slit.  I rocked my hips, 
pressing my sex against Paco's tongue, feeling my pleasure start to 
build.  I was just about to come when Julia broke off our kiss. 
 
"That's fine, Paco.  You've almost brought her off.  It's Del's turn 
now," she said.  Paco stood up and grinned, his face wet with my 
juices, and he went back to the couch, washing down my taste with a 
sip of rum.  Del stood up and Julia guided him between my legs, 
caressing his smooth back as he approached my center.  He looked up at 
me and smiled, gently kissing my shaved mons before taking his 
brother's place between my legs.  I gasped again when his tongue 
teased my clit, swirling around it and sucking it with his lips. 
 
"That's right, you know what to do," Julia said, seeing the effect he 
had on me.  Del had gotten good at this, and this time he pulled out 
all the stops, making me squirm on the polished wooden coffee table.  
He alternated between circling my nubbin and lashing it directly, 
pausing occasionally to suck my labia and probe me with his tongue.  I 
felt my pleasure rising, nearing my climax, when Julia made him pause, 
leaving me on the edge. 
 
"Ramon?  Your turn," she said. 
 
"No, I can't..." he said. 
 
"Of course you can.  Come here," Julia said in a form tone of voice, 
sounding like a schoolteacher.  He looked at me with a sheepish 
expression on his face and I nodded and looked down between my legs.  
Reluctantly, he put down his glass and got up from the couch, taking 
Del's place between my thighs. 
 
Unlike Julia or my brothers, Ramon's tongue felt rough like an 
animal's.  He lapped my pussy with long, heavy strokes, cupping my 
bottom to bring my sex to his mouth, sucking me hard and nearly 
chewing me with his teeth.  I flinched and started to move back and 
away form his mouth. 
 
"Gently, gently," Julia said.  "It's not a piece of beef jerky."  
Ramon eased off, using his tongue instead of his teeth, following 
Julia's instructions as she showed him the proper way to perform 
cunnilingus.  I felt my pleasure begin to return, and though Ramon was 
still a little rough, it was a good rough, making me moan and shudder 
in his strong hands. 
 
"Ungh...yes...Papi...yes," I gasped, feeling my climax approach.  He 
looked up at me, seeing me cupping my breasts, my mouth agape, and he 
started to get into it, playing with my clitty as Del had done.  My 
ass began to quiver in his grip and my thighs clamped around his 
shoulders as I came, waves of pleasure flowing from the place where 
Ramon was ravishing me.  I had to push his face away or he'd have kept 
going all night.  He looked up at me, smiling with satisfaction that 
he'd brought me off.  He released his grip on my bottom and I sat up, 
seeking his wet lips for a kiss. 
 
"Oh, Papi.  That was so good," I said. 
 
"I could learn to like this," he laughed, kissing me again.  Julia 
knelt next to me, running her fingers through my hair and stroking my 
back. 
 
"Let's give him his reward," she said.  "I'm dying to see him inside 
you, dear."  She kissed me and brought Ramon to his feet, his semi-
erect cock level with my face.  I leaned forward and took it in my 
mouth, slowly sucking him until he was fully erect.  Julia gently laid 
me back on the coffee table and Ramon kneeled again, his fat cock 
poised at my glistening entrance.  She held it in her hand, encircling 
it with her fingers and guiding it inside me, watching with 
fascination as I took my papi's thick tool in my dripping snatch. 
 
"Amazing," Julia said, seeing Ramon sink his fat cock inside me.  "How 
does it feel, baby?" 
 
"Wonderful," I gasped, wrapping my legs around Ramon's waist.  He held 
my stocking-clad thighs and slowly began to thrust, working his knob 
in and out of my hungry hole.  Julia leaned over to kiss me, fondling 
my breasts and flicking my stiff nipples as our tongues met and melted 
together.  As Ramon's hardness began to make me moan, she kissed my 
forehead and stood up. 
 
"Come here, Paco.  I'd love to feel that beautiful boycock inside me," 
she said, stepping out of her panties and walking over to the couch.  
"You too, Del.  Let's see if we can stuff both of you inside me at the 
same time." 
 
Julia arranged Del and Paco on the couch with Paco's thighs on top of 
his brother's, their balls pressed together as they lay on their 
backs, their two stiff cocks pointing towards the ceiling.  Julia 
knelt by the couch and leaned into their laps, taking both of their 
young spears in her mouth at the same time.  Ramon had a look of 
amazement on his face, and he began to pound me faster as we watched 
her. 
 
Julia looked up from the boys' lap and smiled at me, holding their 
glistening tools in her hand.  She stood up and kicked off her heels, 
straddling the boys' hips and guiding their two cocks towards her sex.  
She faced towards Del, and his longer penis entered her first.  She 
adjusted her hips slightly to accommodate Paco's stiffy, and his 
smooth cock disappeared inside her as well. 
 
"Julia...that...looks...so hot..."  I said, gasping between my papi's 
pounding thrusts.  Even though I loved the way Ramon's big pole felt 
as it pistoned in and out of my sex, I couldn't wait to try taking 
both of my stepbrothers at once.  And to think she'd been so reluctant 
to take Brad's lovely cock inside her.  Something within her had been 
unleashed. 
 
"It feels wonderful," she moaned, encouraging Del to reach up and 
fondle her breasts.  Paco's hands were all over her bottom as she 
rocked her hips back and forth, engulfing and releasing their 
glistening cocks. 
 
Meanwhile, Ramon's cock began to work its magic on my pussy, his thick 
shaft worming in and out of my tight cunny, grinding against my clit 
with each stroke.  I reached out for his hands, placing them on my 
little breasts, encouraging him to fondle and knead them.  He leaned 
over and kissed me as he began to thrust faster. 
 
"Fuck me hard, Papi," I whispered.  "I missed having your big cock 
inside me."  This was true, and despite how many times Brad had fucked 
me or how well he did it, he was no match for Ramon when it came to 
size and strength.  Maybe in a few years he'd be as big and strong as 
my papi, but right now he was no match for Ramon, whose pounding prick 
was quickly reducing me to a quivering pile of jelly. 
 
"I missed you, my pretty baby," he whispered, grinding his hips 
against my thighs.  His skin felt wonderful against the silky fabric 
of my stockings, and I wrapped my legs around his waist again, 
spurring him on with my heels, urging him to drive me hard and fast. 
 
I looked over at Julia, seeing her hips move faster, her pussy 
swallowing two young cocks at once.  My brothers' hands were all over 
her, caressing and squeezing her lovely figure as she pleasured them 
with her pussy. 
 
Ramon began to fuck me with long, even, powerful strokes, twisting his 
hips as he plunged deep inside me.  The waves of pleasure returned, 
centered this time on the fat head of his cock as it plowed within me 
instead of my swollen clit.  I held him tightly, bringing my hips up 
against his with each deep stroke, his thick tool almost sucking the 
wind out of me as he pumped my pussy.  It didn't take long before he 
brought me off again, and though I wanted to keep watching Julia, my 
eyes closed involuntarily as my orgasm seized control of my body.  I 
trembled and shuddered on the coffee table, squirming beneath Ramon's 
cock as I came, my pussy spasming and clenching around his thick 
shaft. 
 
"Come for me, Papi," I cooed, returning to my senses.  I could hear 
Julia's moans and cries, knowing she was getting close to where I'd 
just been as she humped my brothers' hard cocks.  Ramon kissed me 
again and I felt his cock begin to twitch, hot jets of semen spurting 
inside my hungry hole, filling me with a warmth that spread through my 
whole body.  His powerful thrusts tapered off as I felt him soften 
inside me.  I caressed his strong back, savoring the afterglow of our 
coupling until he slipped out of me and stood up.  Before he had a 
chance to reach for his glass of rum, I knelt at his feet, holding his 
hips as I cleaned off his sticky cock with my mouth. 
 
"Annie," he said, looking down at me and caressing my cheek as I 
released him from my lips. 
 
"Papi," I said, looking up at him and smiling.  He helped me to my 
feet and held me by the waist as we went to retrieve our drinks.  
Ramon sat on the coffee table and sipped his rum as he watched his 
sons' cocks disappear between Julia's legs.  I stood behind the couch, 
seeking Julia's lips with my own, and we kissed as she humped Del and 
Paco, her soft moans muffled by my wine and semen flavored lips. 
 
"How does that feel?" I asked, curious to know the sensation of taking 
two cocks at once. 
 
"Divine," she said.  "I'm in heaven."  Suddenly she gasped, and I 
could tell by the flush on her face, spreading across her freckled 
chest, that she was close to her release.  I reached out for her 
breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples, trying to push her 
over the edge.  She moaned and gasped again, her hips speeding up, and 
then she fell against Del's tanned chest, pressing her lips against 
his as she came.  Paco nearly slipped out of her, but he managed to 
stay inside her sex, pushing his hips against her bottom as he ground 
his shaft against his brother's cock.  He gave out a little cry and 
trembled on the couch, his stiff little dick slipping from her pussy 
and spurting his semen in the crack of her ass, the thin, milky liquid 
dripping over Julia's brown bud. 
 
Alone in Julia's snatch, Del began to thrust faster, his hips rising 
off the cushions of the couch as his balls tightened and his shaft 
twitched.  When Julia gasped again, I knew he was shooting his cum 
inside her.  His hips slowed to a halt as his semen began to drip from 
her vagina, coating his cock and balls.  He cupped her breasts as she 
kissed him again, a long, deep, passionate kiss that lasted until his 
waning erection slipped out of her. 
 
As Julia sat upright and dismounted the couch, I sought her lips with 
mine again, happy to share the pleasure of my stepbrothers' cocks with 
her. 
 
"What a lovely family," she said, sitting on the coffee table next to 
Ramon and sipping her wine. 
 
"Thank you," he said, putting his arm around her.  Del and Paco sat up 
on the couch, making room for me to sit, and we watched Julia and 
Ramon kiss as we relaxed together. 
 
After a while we moved to the bedroom.  Ramon and the boys watched as 
Julia and I removed each other's stockings and lay on the bed head-to-
toe, licking and sucking the cum from each other's pussy.  That got 
Ramon pretty horny, and he wanted to fuck me again, but I insisted 
that Julia take her turn with his thick tool.  I wanted to try taking 
Del and Paco in my pussy at the same time, just as she had.  Alas, 
after a number of attempts, I couldn't get them both inside me.  I was 
too tight down there, despite having had Ramon's cock stretch me out 
earlier.  I settled for riding Del's hardness and having Paco take my 
ass from behind while we watched Julia squirm under Ramon's pumping 
body.  Her cries of passion were like music to my ears, triggering my 
own climax as I rode my brothers' hard flesh. 
 
We laid in bed afterwards, a tangle of arms and legs, enjoying the 
cool night breeze that caressed our overheated bodies.  Ramon and the 
boys fell asleep quickly, even though the lights were still on.  I 
felt a hand caressing my thigh; it was Julia's light touch.  She 
started to get out of bed, moving slowly so as not to wake anyone up. 
 
"Julia, please stay," I whispered, reaching for her hand. 
 
"I'd love to, but I can't, sweetie.  I have a conference call with the   
trustees scheduled for 7:30 tomorrow morning," she said, leaning over 
and kissing me. 
 
"Can I meet you for lunch?" 
 
"I'd love that," she said.  I extricated myself from the tangle of 
flesh on the bed, put on one of my papi's robes, and helped her with 
the things she'd brought over.  I walked her out to her car and we 
shared a kiss under the stars.  After I watched her drive away, I went 
back inside, removed the makeup she'd lovingly applied, and climbed 
back into bed with Ramon, Del, and Paco, turning out the lights and 
snuggling up in my stepfather's arms.  I fell asleep almost instantly. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
Ramon didn't have to go back to sea for a few days.  The boat's 
engines needed repairs, and there was other work to be done.  The 
week's catch had been good, though, and he could afford the downtime.  
I caught up on the housework I'd missed over the weekend, and there 
was plenty of laundry to be done.  I was just hanging a load of wet 
clothes on the line when Julia drove up to the house.  After I changed 
out of my cutoff jeans and tank top and into a sundress, we drove into 
town for lunch. 
 
"Thank you for the wonderful dinner last night," Julia said, sipping 
her coffee as we lunched in the town's only outdoor cafe. 
 
"I hope you had fun last night," I said, reaching for her hand. 
 
"I did," she replied.  "I could barely walk this morning."  She gave 
my hand a gently squeeze. 
 
"I know it sounds crazy, but I wish you could live with us," I said.  
Julia smiled, but then her expression turned serious. 
 
"Ramon's a lovely person, and he seems to be a good father, but I like 
my solitude, my garden, my own personal Walden," she said.  "Besides, 
do you really think I'm his type?  Or he's mine?  I'm fifteen years 
older than he." 
 
"You're right, but..." 
 
"Annie, you're an angel," she said, cutting me off.  "Wanting everyone 
in your life to be happy.  So generous with your love, such a big 
heart.  But not everything can be tied up into a neat little package." 
 
"But Julia..."  In my heart I knew she was right.  Still... 
 
"No buts, Annie.  Ramon is still young.  I'm sure he'll find someone." 
 
"But I want you.  I want to be your daughter." 
 
"And I'd love to have you as my daughter.  But they need you," she 
said. 
 
"Don't you need me?" 
 
"Yes, Annie," she said.  "I do need you.  I treasure every moment 
we're together, and when we're apart I count the minutes until I can 
see you again.  I do need you.  But they depend on you.  And that's 
more important, isn't it?" 
 
She was right.  I'd stepped into my mother's shoes, doing everything 
she had done and more.  I was wife, mother, lover, Ramon's child 
bride.  I wondered how I'd feel when Ramon met someone who'd take my 
place.  Would it be jealousy?  Or relief?  I didn't mind the housework 
so much, but school was going to start soon, and between that and the 
cooking, housework, and laundry, I had long days ahead of me. 
 
And then there was college.  I hadn't thought about it until I met 
Julia.  The things she knew, about art, poetry, and the world; it had 
lit a spark within me.  There was money from my mother's life 
insurance settlement held in trust for me, enough to send me to a 
state university.  If I worked hard and got a scholarship, there was 
the chance of getting into a better school.  I didn't want to be a 
bank teller or a fisherman's wife like my mother.  I wanted to follow 
Julia's path through the world. 
 
"You're right," I said.  "It was a silly idea." 
 
"Not silly, dear," she said, smiling and squeezing my hand.  "I'm just 
not the right person." 
 
I tried to pay the check, but she wouldn't let me, even though I still 
had most of the money that Rob had given me at the party for losing 
his bet with his wife.  As we left, Julia told me she had to go back 
to Boston for a few days.  No parties this time, just business.  That 
had been the reason for the early morning conference call. 
 
"Helen's next get-together is over Labor Day weekend.  She'd love us 
to be her guests.  I hope you can make it," she said as we drove back 
to her place. 
 
"I'd love that," I said.  Too bad Brad wouldn't be there, but I'd have 
fun anyway.  I thought of Katherine, the woman with the piercing blue 
eyes, and Brad's father, who had eaten me on the kitchen counter.  All 
the beautiful people, the bar, the pool, the luxurious house.  It was 
a different world, but it was one I wanted to live in someday. 
 
We went back to Julia's house and made love in her garden, lying on 
the grass and looking up at the clouds afterwards.  Julia held me in 
her arms, caressing me with her soft hands. 
 
"I love you, Julia."  I finally said it.  After all these weeks I 
finally said it.  I felt her pulling me on top of her.  Her eyes were 
moist, reflecting the clouds above us. 
 
"I love you too, Annie."  She pressed her lips against mine and we 
kissed for an eternity, our tears mingling and falling to the grass 
like drops of rain.  We made love again, slowly, carefully, 
languorously, the sounds of our passion blending with the birds 
singing in the trees, the wind rustling the leaves.  Afterwards, we 
laughed like children as we picked the grass from our hair and brushed 
the dirt from our thighs.  We took a shower and Julia drove me home. 
 
"I'll see you in a couple of days," she said, bringing my hand to her 
lips and kissing it. 
 
"I'll be counting the minutes," I said, seeking her lips with my own. 
 
I watched as she drove off, elated that I'd finally told her how I 
felt about her.  I knew she loved me, and she knew I loved her, but 
saying it meant so much more, even though our only witnesses were the 
trees in her garden and the birds in their branches, the flowers, and 
the patch of grass that was our bed.  My heart pounded with joy as I 
went inside to finish the laundry and start dinner. 
 
The next day Ramon had to go to Portland to get parts for the boat, 
and since I'd caught up with the housework and Julia wasn't around, I 
persuaded him to take me along.  Portland was a dingy looking city, 
dirty sidewalks and old brick buildings, but there were some 
interesting stores.  Ramon parked the van in front of a marine supply 
warehouse and let me and Del explore the city on our own while he took 
Paco in with him. 
 
"Let's go in here, Del," I said, pulling him into an old bookstore.  
Stacks and shelves of musty volumes dominated the place, presided over 
by an old gentleman in a flannel shirt, smoking a pipe, who kept an 
eye on us as we browsed through the books.  Del wasn't interested in 
anything, but I had my eye out for a gift for Julia.  An old leather-
bound book entitled "The Love Songs of Sappho" caught my eye, and I 
pulled it from the shelf to leaf through the pages.  On the same shelf 
was another book, "Ancient Greek and Roman Dress".  I pulled that one 
down as well, poring over the pictures, trying to figure out if I 
could sew any of the cloaks and dresses.  They looked simple. 
 
"See anything you like, missy?"  The man in the flannel shirt stood 
next to me, puffing on his pipe, eyeing me suspiciously.   
 
"I'd like to buy these," I said, opening my purse to pay.  The sight 
of money softened his expression and he smiled around the stem of his 
pipe. 
 
"Is there anything else you'd like?" he said, ringing up my purchase. 
 
"Del?  See anything you want?"  We'd been in the store for only a few 
minutes and already he looked bored, his hands buried in his pockets. 
 
"Got any comic books?" he asked.  The old man's expression soured. 
 
"Three doors down, there's a store," he said, placing my books in a 
paper bag and handing me my change. 
 
"Is there a store that sells fabric?" I asked the proprietor.  He 
thought for a moment, puffing on his pipe. 
 
"There's one down on Fore Street, by the corner of Union," he said.  
"About four blocks south, by Long Wharf." 
 
"Thanks," I said, taking Del's hand and leading him out.  We stopped 
off at the store that sold comics, and while he browsed through the 
racks I pulled out "Ancient Greek and Roman Dress" and started 
reading.  The names of the garments were strange: chiton, himation, 
peplos.  And the diagrams and drawings made them seem easy enough to 
make, but  I knew that getting the folds and drapes right would be a 
difficult task. 
 
"Let's go," Del said, walking over to where I was sitting.  He was 
emptyhanded. 
 
"You're not going to buy anything?" I asked. 
 
"No money." 
 
"Here," I said, pulling a $20 bill from my purse.  "Get something for 
Paco, too." 
 
"You sure?" 
 
"Yeah." 
 
"Thanks," he said, heading back to the racks.  I flipped through the 
pages of the book until Del brought a small stack of comics to the 
cashier and paid for them.  We left the store and headed towards Long 
Wharf. 
 
"I got some change back," he said. 
 
"Keep it." 
 
"Where'd you get all this money?" he asked.  "From Mrs. Harrington?" 
 
"I can't tell you." 
 
"C'mon, tell me," he insisted. 
 
"Del, I can't.  It's a secret." 
 
"I wanna know, Annie.  Tell me." 
 
"Okay, but you've got to promise not to tell anyone, not Paco, not 
Papi." 
 
"Promise," he said. 
 
As we walked to the fabric store, I told him about Helen's party.  
Almost everything: the house, the pool, the dinner, the drinks, the 
sex, the drugs, and the bet Laura had made with her husband over the 
color of the underwear I had on.  Everything except Brad. 
 
"You made $400 for wearing red panties?" Del said, incredulous. 
 
"Yup." 
 
"And how much was the bet?" 
 
"$2,000, but they went double-or-nothing after I showed them my bra." 
 
"Crazy people," Del said. 
 
"Yup." 
 
The lady who ran the fabric shop could have been the bookseller's 
sister.  Stooped and frail, wearing a wool cardigan on a warm summer's 
day, but with a much sweeter disposition.  She smiled when I showed 
her some of the drawings in the book of Greek costume. 
 
"I have the perfect fabric for this," she said, leading me back 
through a labyrinth of shelves stacked with bolts of cloth.  I bought 
a few yards of fine imported white linen and a skein of blue satin 
ribbon for trimming and girding.  Del stood by patiently, reading a 
comic book while I paid for my purchases.  We headed back to the van. 
 
On the drive back to Coopersport, I tried to decide what to make, 
settling on a simple Ionic chiton, tied beneath the breast.  When we 
arrived home, I wanted to get started on it, but there was dinner to 
start and a few more loads of laundry to do.  Ramon took Del down to 
the boat in the van to unload the parts and supplies while I started 
cooking, and Paco planted himself in front of the television, a new 
comic book in his lap. 
 
After dinner I sat in the sewing room and studied the drawings of 
chitons, laying the linen on the floor and carefully cutting the 
fabric.  I'd just started sewing some temporary stitched by hand when 
Ramon came in to the room. 
 
"Whatcha doing?" he asked. 
 
"I'm making an Ionic chiton," I said. 
 
"Oh.  I see." 
 
"It's a gift for Julia." 
 
"She's a nice lady," he said.  "A little old for me, though." 
 
"I know.  I'm not trying to get you together.  I just thought it would 
be fun." 
 
"It was," he said, kissing me on the cheek.  "We're going back out 
tomorrow.  Two weeks this time." 
 
"You are?  You just got back." 
 
"The engine is fixed.  The boat's not making any money tied up at a 
pier." 
 
"Can't you wait a couple of days?  Julia's in Boston until Thursday," 
I said. 
 
"Sorry.  I guess you'll have to be by yourself 'til she gets back," he 
said. 
 
I put aside what I was doing and we went to his bedroom, undressing 
each other and climbing into bed.  We made love three times that night 
and I fell asleep in his arms, a river of his semen oozing from my 
satisfied pussy.  As much as I hated to see him go, I knew he'd be 
really horny when he got back.  At least it was something to look 
forward to. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
I woke up the next morning alone in his bed.  Wrapping myself in my 
papi's robe, I padded around the house, hoping they hadn't left yet.  
The house was empty, and I felt a twinge of disappointment that I 
hadn't had a chance to give my brothers a little going-away present.  
Not even a blow job.  I took a long, hot bath and washed away the 
residue of the previous night's activities. 
 
There was a note on the kitchen table from Ramon, plus some cash for 
groceries.  The note said he'd check in every few days on the radio if 
possible, but that I shouldn't worry if I didn't hear from him.  
Reading this, I really began to feel alone, not to mention worried. 
 
I ate breakfast and did the dishes, going up to the sewing room 
afterwards and picking up where I'd left off the night before.  By 
lunchtime, I'd finished the temporary stitches.  Instead of making 
something to eat, I got on my bike and rode into town to have lunch at 
the outdoor cafe where Julia and I had dined a couple of days before. 
 
On my way back I stopped at Julia's house, hoping that perhaps she'd 
come back earlier than expected.  Her car wasn't there, so I went 
around to the back of her house and sat in her garden for a while, 
wishing she'd been there with me.  There was a chill in the air, a 
portent of autumn, and the trees made a dry rustling sound when the 
wind blew through the leaves. 
 
I headed back to the house and sat down at the sewing machine, making 
the first permanent stitches in my gift to Julia.  Concentrating on my 
work was a struggle; working the treadle of the sewing machine with my 
feet sparked a fire between my legs.  I fought my horniness and worked 
through the afternoon and past dinner time.  It was dark outside when 
I stopped to open a can of soup. 
 
It was quiet in the house.  I watched a little television, had a few 
sips of Ramon's rum, and went back upstairs, sewing for a couple of 
hours until I started to feel sleepy.  Then I washed up and went to 
bed. 
 
Despite my tiredness, sleep didn't come easily.  There was no one to 
hold me while I slept, no warm body to snuggle against.  The house 
made sounds I never noticed before; creaks, knocks, whistles.  After 
about an hour I reached into my bedside table and grabbed a vibrator, 
the big  one Julia had bought me.  I pulled my blanket aside and 
skinned off my panties, licking the tip of the vibrator and placing it 
at the entrance of my sex before turning it on. 
 
I imagined it was Julia's tongue between my legs as I circled my clit 
with the tip of the vibrator.  All that sewing with the antique 
treadle-powered machine had left me wet, and the vibrator slipped and 
slid over my sex, making me shiver and tremble with delight.  I 
flicked my nipples with my free hand, feeling them stiffen under my 
fingers.  I liked my pert little breasts, but this was one of those 
times I wished they were bigger, just so I could bring my nipples up 
to my lips and suckle myself. 
 
I pressed the vibrator into my slit, feeling it stretch me like my 
papi's big cock.  I arched my back as I pushed it inside me with one 
hand, rubbing my clit with the other.  Spreading my legs wider, I 
fucked myself with the purring toy, rocking my hips back and forth and 
making the bed quietly creak.  Between the humming of the vibrator, 
the sound of the bedsprings, and my breathing, I barely noticed all of 
the noises this old house made at night. 
 
I was twisting the vibrator in my pussy, trying to simulate the way 
Del's hips corkscrewed when he fucked me, when I began to come, 
clenching my pussy around the toy and nearly expelling it from my 
cunny.  I held it in place while I convulsed on my bed, my whole body 
resonating with the vibrations of the plastic phallus. 
 
Other than a couple of gasps and a soft moan, I barely made a sound.  
There was no one but myself to hear.  When I switched off the vibrator 
and slowly pulled it out of me, there was only silence.  I licked the 
tip of the vibrator, tasting my own juices, and set it on my night 
table before pulling the blanket back up and falling asleep. 
 
I always had strange dreams, even before my mother was killed.  That 
night I dreamed that I was back in the hotel in Boston, the Ritz-
Carlton, laying naked in the big comfortable bed.  I wasn't alone.  
Julia was with me, as was my mother, and they were naked, too.  They 
were both holding me, cradling me in their arms, petting me and cooing 
over me as if I were a newborn baby.  Margaret, the little girl from 
the sex shop was there, sitting in a chair facing the bed, dressed 
only in her little white cotton panties with the cartoon character 
print.  She smiled at me as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband 
of her panties. 
 
And then Ramon was kneeling between my legs.  I looked down and saw 
two penises hanging between his legs, a pair of thick, hard cocks 
pointing at my sex.  He penetrated my sex with one, my bottom with the 
other, and when he leaned over to kiss me, there was a third penis 
where his tongue should have been, not a fat cock like the ones 
between his legs, but a smooth little boycock like Paco's.  I sucked 
it as his hips began to move... 
 
"Papi!"  His name was on my lips as I bolted upright in bed, wide 
awake.  The sun was up and the birds were singing in the trees.  My 
heart was pounding as I glanced at the clock.  It was just past six. 
 
I took a shower, got dressed, and made breakfast.  There was no more 
laundry to do today, so I busied myself with my gift to Julia.  It 
wasn't as hard to make as I thought it would be, and by lunch time I'd 
nearly finished it, even the trim and the ribbon that tied it beneath 
the breasts.  I put it on and stood before the mirror.  Julia was 
taller than me and a bit more buxom, so it didn't quite fit my skinny 
figure.  But it draped in all the right places, and when I compared it 
with the drawings in the book, I felt a sense of satisfaction.  I just 
hoped that she would like it. 
 
After lunch I realized that there was quite a bit of linen and ribbon 
left over.  I thought about making another garment for Julia, perhaps 
a veil or a himation, the sash-like garment that draped over the arm.  
I was flipping through the pages when I happened upon a drawing of a 
Spartan virgin, wearing a short chiton that was held up by a brooch 
over the shoulder, exposing a single breast.  I decided to make one 
for myself. 
 
It didn't take long, as I left it untrimmed and ungirted, just simple 
white virginal linen.  I fastened it over my shoulder with a safety 
pin and wrapped a wide sash around the waist; it looked just like the 
drawing, exposing my right breast and most of my thighs. 
 
I had brought my mother's jewelry box with me.  There was a gold 
brooch, a sunburst, and this replaced the safety pin.  Back in front 
of the mirror, I gathered my hair in my hands and held it on top of my 
head.  The short chiton exposed the crotch of my panties when I held 
my arms up, and after I took off the garment I consulted the book to 
find out what sort of undergarments the ancient Greeks wore.  They 
didn't. 
 
After dinner, I wrapped up my presents to Julia, the chiton and the 
book of Sappho's poems, and spent the evening in front of the 
television, watching a baseball game.  Some of the players were pretty 
cute.  I always loved the way those tight uniforms hugged their butts.  
The shortstop for one of the teams looked like a young Ramon, except 
not quite as tall.  But he had a bulge in the crotch of his uniform 
that suggested the possibility of a decent sized package.  During the 
commercials, I fantasized about having him take me, laying me down in 
the outfield grass, pulling off his jock strap and fucking me.  I 
could almost smell the liniment and feel the muscles in his back. 
 
Horny again, I poured myself a glass of Ramon's rum and went to my 
bedroom to get my vibrators and some lotion.  Spreading a towel on the 
couch, I undressed and sat in front of the television, legs up on the 
coffee table, rubbing the big pink vibrator over my clit as I worked 
the thin anal probe into my bottom.  I began to imagine both teams 
lining up on the field to take their turn with me in front of a sell-
out crowd, even the coaches and umpires, dozens of hard cocks of all 
shapes and sizes. 
 
I half-watched the game through hooded eyes, trying to picture what 
was inside each uniform and imagining how it would feel in my cunny, 
my mouth, my ass.  The right fielder - he'd have a big black dick and 
low-hanging balls that would hit my chin as he stuffed his meat in my 
mouth.  The third base coach - long and thin, maybe circumcised, lots 
of bushy pubes that would tickle my bottom as he slowly pushed into my 
ass.  The second base umpire - he looked like a fatherly type, gray 
hair, a bit of a beer belly, the kind of man that would tenderly 
caress my cheek as he pounded my messy snatch with his short but fat 
cock. 
 
I brought myself off twice on the couch, the vibrators humming in my 
hungry holes, imagining how I'd feel after they'd all taken me, their 
thick semen oozing from every orifice and covering my face, breasts, 
belly, and thighs, 30,000 people standing up and applauding us.  
Wiping myself off with the towel, I poured another glass of rum and 
got pretty tipsy that night. 
 
There wasn't anything worth watching after the game, so I finished my 
glass of rum and went upstairs to bed.  Julia would be back the next 
day and I wanted to get a good night's sleep.  My baseball fantasy was 
still on my mind, and I fingered myself to one last climax before 
falling asleep. 
 
I woke up early the next morning, a dull ache in my head from the rum 
I'd drunk the night before.  A couple of aspirin, a shower, and a cup 
of coffee cleared my head, and after breakfast I busied myself with 
preparations for Julia's return.  It had only been three days, but I 
missed her terribly. 
 
I packed a picnic basket with a jar of olives, some dried figs, two 
containers of yogurt in a bag of ice, and a bottle of wine Consuela 
had left behind, foods that I'd seen pictured in the book of ancient 
Greek clothing.  I slung the basket over my handlebars, tucked my 
gifts under my arm, and managed to pedal over to Julia's house without 
falling off my bike.  I hid my bicycle behind her garage, took off my 
jeans, t-shirt, and panties, and slipped on the short chiton.  While I 
waited for Julia to arrive, I pinned my hair up and made a garland of 
ivy and flowers from her garden, using a window as a makeshift mirror.  
All I needed was a lyre or a flute to complete my costume.  "Maybe 
next time," I thought. 
 
I waited in Julia's garden, gazing at the sky, smelling her flowers, 
enjoying the way the cool breeze wafted up my chiton and caressed my 
body.  I cupped my exposed right breast and lightly circled my nipple 
with a fingertip, sending a delightful chill through my body.  I was 
about to lay down in the grass and finger myself when I heard Julia's 
car pull into the driveway.  I waited in her garden, the picnic basket 
and the box of gifts laying next to me in the grass.  I heard the car 
door close, the front door opening, a light going on in the kitchen. 
 
Julia didn't emerge from the house until a few minutes later.  My 
heart pounded as I watched the back door open and Julia step out, 
dressed in a black pantsuit and pearls, a tall glass of iced tea in 
her hand.  She didn't notice me at first, but when she spotted me in 
the grass she gasped in surprise and walked over. 
 
"Annie!  You scared the wits out of me," she said.  "I wondered why 
there was no answer when I phoned your house."  She sat on the grass 
next to me and kissed me, her hand cupping my bare breast. 
 
"My name is Gongyla, dear lady," I said, directing my gaze downward. 
 
"Gongyla.  What a lovely name, what a pretty little nymph you are," 
she said, gently lifting my face, her soft lips pressing against mine.  
The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, and I felt tingles of 
anticipation in my belly. 
 
"Thank you," I said.  "I've brought you gifts, an offering of my love.  
I hope you find them worthy, dear lady." 
 
"How kind of you, dear nymph," she said, playing along with my little 
charade.  "Seeing you in my garden is the greatest gift of all."  I 
handed her the box, wrapped in gold coated paper and tied with a blue 
satin ribbon.  She carefully opened it, trying not to tear the paper.  
On top of the chiton I'd sewed for her was the book of Sappho's poems.  
She opened the cover and read the inscription I'd written: 
 
 
                       For Julia, 
 
                       I breathe for you, 
                       My heart beats for you, 
                       You are my sun, my moon, 
                       My stars, my sky. 
 
                       I love you. 
 
                       Annie 
 
 
Julia's eyes clouded with moisture as she put the book down and 
embraced me, her tears falling on my shoulder, her body trembling 
against mine. 
 
"Oh, Annie," she whispered.  "Oh, Annie." 
 
We kissed again, our lips locked together, tongues joined as one, 
holding each other tight.  I didn't want to let go of her; I wanted to 
stay in her arms forever. 
 
I handed Julia a napkin from the picnic basket to dry her eyes.  She 
pulled the chiton I'd made for her from the box and stood up, holding 
it against her body. 
 
"It's beautiful," she said. 
 
Julia unbuttoned her pantsuit and kicked off her shoes, turning around 
so I could unclasp her bra.  After she stepped out of her panties, she 
put on the chiton, slipping it over her head and letting it fall, 
draping her body in folds of soft linen.  I tied the ribbon that 
girded the garment right below her breasts and we embraced again.  I 
could see our reflection in the kitchen window; we looked as if we had 
stepped out of antiquity, two figures from a Greek vase, our chitons 
rippling in the gentle breeze. 
 
"I love it," she said, kissing me.  "Thank you." 
 
I pinned Julia's hair up and decorated it with flowers like mine, and 
then we had a picnic lunch in her garden, enjoying a late summer's 
day.  After lunch I laid my head in her lap while she read Sappho's 
poems out loud, leaning over to kiss me after each one. 
 
Then she quietly closed the book and laid it aside and drew my chiton 
over my waist, her fingers finding my sex, probing my wetness, parting 
my lips.  As she leaned over to taste me, I slowly raised her hem, 
exposing her flower, and gently kissed her cleft, drawing a moan from 
her that I could feel through my belly.  We lay together on the grass, 
goddess and nymph, our beflowered heads nestled between each other's 
thighs, drinking from each other's chalice, until we both found our 
release. 
 
"I missed you so much," I whispered.  It had only been three days, but 
it seemed like a year. 
 
"I missed you, too," she said, tightening her embrace.  "Oh, dear.  I 
forgot about your gift." 
 
"What gift?" I asked. 
 
"I brought some things back from Boston.  Come," she said, getting up 
from the grass and helping me to my feet.  "They're inside." 
 
I packed up the picnic basket and followed Julia into the house and up 
to her bedroom.  She hadn't unpacked her suitcase, so I helped her 
hang up her pantsuit and dresses.  Under her clothes was a box wrapped 
in plain brown paper.  She handed it to me and I ripped it open.  
Inside was the squirting strap-on we'd seen at Shelly's and an antique 
vibrator just like Julia's, the kind that strapped on to the back of 
the hand and turned fingers and thumb into sources of exquisite 
pleasure. 
 
"Oh, Julia!  Thank you, thank you!" I blurted out, hugging her and 
passionately kissing her. 
 
"I stopped by Shelly's store while I was in the city," she said.  
"She's coming up for a visit this weekend." 
 
"Margaret, too?" 
 
"Yes, both of them.  But I'll tell you more about that later.  Let's 
try out your new toys." 
 
We took off our ancient Greek garb, leaving the flowers in our hair.  
Julia filled the strap-on's reservoir with the bottle of special fluid 
Shelly had provided and I helped her strap it on her hips.  Like hers, 
there was a stub that pressed against her clit.  The toy jutted 
obscenely from her hips, eight inches of pink silicone that warmed to 
the touch.  I knelt at her feet and took the tip in my mouth, wetting 
it with my tongue. 
 
"That's probably not necessary," Julia said, squeezing the fake 
scrotum that hung from the base of the strap-on.  A small amount of 
faux semen squirted into my mouth.  I laughed so hard I nearly choked.  
It had the consistency of semen but it was sweet, like condensed milk. 
 
Julia placed a couple of towels on the bed and I laid on top of them, 
on my back, my legs spread wide to welcome my lover home.  She knelt 
between my thighs and placed the tip of the strap-on against my sex, 
slowly pushing forward and penetrating my slit.  She squeezed the 
scrotum again, and I felt a spurt of fluid inside me, lubricating my 
cunny, allowing the big silicone dong to slip in easily. 
 
"How does it feel?" she asked.  Julia lay over me, her nipples lightly 
grazing mine. 
 
"It feels softer than the other one.  Warmer, too," I said.  It didn't 
feel as good as a real penis, but it was better than cold plastic.  
Julia began to slowly thrust, leaning down to kiss me, our breasts 
pressing together.  She paused for a moment to tighten one of the 
straps and then continued, her hips finding a steady rhythm as she 
kissed me again. 
 
The strap-on had a flared head with a prominent ridge on the top, and 
each time it passed the sensitive spot on the top wall of my vagina I 
gasped and held Julia tighter, my legs lifting off the bed to wrap 
around her back.  She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her 
breath a warm cloud on my shoulder as she nuzzled me.  I could hear 
her soft moans as the stub end of the strap-on pressed against her 
clit with each thrust. 
 
"Fuck me, Julia...fuck me," I cooed, moving my hips against hers, 
matching her rhythm.  Even without the strap-on I would have come, 
just from the feeling of our breasts pressing together, her soft skin 
against mine, the way she gently nibbled my ear lobe, her tender 
kisses.  When my climax arrived, wavelets of pleasure radiating from 
between my legs and making my thighs quiver against her hips, Julia 
reached down and squeezed the strap-on's scrotum, filling me with warm 
jets of fluid, pushing my orgasm to a higher plateau. 
 
"I'm coming...Mommy...I'm coming," I screamed, thrashing and squirming 
on the bed beneath Julia's body.  She held me tighter and started 
pounding my cunny harder.  I could hear her heavy breathing over my 
cries of pleasure and feel her heart pumping in her chest as she 
fucked me.  And then she came, her body shuddering on top of mine, a 
flush spreading over her freckled chest.  She gave the strap-on's bulb 
one big squeeze as her thrusts began to slow to a halt, filling me 
with the rest of the fluid and giving me a post-orgasmic shiver. 
 
Julia pulled out of me, wiping the tip of the strap-on with the corner 
of one of the towels.  She undid the harness and slipped it off, lying 
next to me on the bed and wrapping her arms around me.  As we kissed, 
I felt the thick fluid dripping from my pussy, pooling on the towel 
between my legs. 
 
"You called me 'Mommy' when you came," she whispered. 
 
"I'm sorry," I said.  I hadn't even noticed. 
 
"Don't be," she said.  "I'm honored." 
 
I told Julia about the dream I'd had, the one where she and my mother 
held me while Ramon climbed on top of me, how he had three cocks, how 
Margaret, Shelly's daughter was watching.  Then I told her about the 
fantasy I'd had while watching the baseball game, how the team, the 
managers, and even the umpires took me in the middle of the field 
while thousands of people watched. 
 
"Heavens," she said.  "You have quite the imagination, Annie." 
 
"What did my dream mean?" I asked. 
 
"Sometimes they don't mean anything," she said.  "There was a famous 
psychiatrist who wrote that dreams were a manifestation of 
subconscious desires.  He would have found your dream quite rich with 
symbolism.  Margaret would have symbolized your innocence, but you 
know she's not exactly chaste.  And if you've been sleeping with your 
stepfather, having him make love to you in your dream isn't exactly a 
'subconscious desire'." 
 
"Oh," I said, barely understanding what Julia had said.  "What about 
the baseball team?" 
 
"That's different," she said.  "You were awake and conscious, right?" 
 
"Yes, but I had some rum.  I guess I was a little drunk." 
 
"Alcohol suppresses one's inhibitions.  Even so, you've had dreams 
like that, haven't you?" 
 
"Yes," I said. 
 
"Is that something you'd like to do?" 
 
"I don't know.  I haven't thought about it," I said, feeling my 
arousal build up as I recalled the dream I'd had in the hotel room, 
the one where every man at Helen's party was lined up to take me. 
 
"I can arrange something like that if you wish," Julia whispered, her 
hand stroking my smooth belly, dipping lower towards my cleft. 
 
"Let me think about it," I said, feeling her finger gently probe my 
wet cunny.  She brought her finger to my lips and I sucked the sweet 
fluid that coated it.  "Mmmm...it's your turn, Julia." 
 
I refilled the squirting strap-on and Julia helped me affix it to my 
hips.  She laid down on the towels she'd spread out on the bed and I 
knelt between her thighs, giving the strap-on's bulb a gentle squeeze 
and squirting some of the fake semen on her pussy to lubricate her 
passage.  As I rocked my hips, pressing the silicone dong inside her, 
I closed my eyes and thought about that dream, the line of men at 
Helen's house, how she and Julia lapped up the juices that flowed from 
my well-used pussy.  The stub end of the strap-on pressed against my 
slippery clit, making me come even before Julia had climaxed.  I kept 
pumping until she found her release, reaching between my legs to 
squeeze the rubber scrotum and fill her spasming pussy with the sweet 
fluid.  After I pulled the glistening toy from her sex, I cleaned her 
with my tongue, sucking the sticky liquid from her cleft and bringing 
her to another climax. 
 
We laid in bed for the rest of the afternoon and then took a bath 
together before heading out to dinner.  When we returned to her house, 
we put on our nightgowns and sat together on her living room couch, 
sipping wine and reading Sappho to each other. 
 
"Julia?" 
 
"Yes, Annie?" 
 
"The men...this would be at Helen's house?" 
 
"Yes, dear.  Just like your dream," she said. 
 
"It's happened before?" 
 
"Once or twice each year," she said.  "Usually it's a couple that's 
new to the group, an initiation of sorts." 
 
"Oh," I said.  I laid my head in her lap and she gently stroked my 
hair. 
 
"Think about it, dear.  Some fantasies aren't meant to come true." 
 
I couldn't stop thinking about it, even after we went up to her 
bedroom and climbed into bed, cuddling up to each other under the cool 
sheets.  The thought of a couple of dozen men taking me in front of a 
crowd was both highly arousing and terrifying.  I fell asleep trying 
to imagine how I'd feel after five cocks, ten cocks, twenty cocks had 
pressed inside me and filled me with their spunk. 
 


 
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