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Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
at henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Terry Steyaert for patient editing.



Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.

Copyright Henrik Larsen 2004.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 9

Martin's doubts grew as Saturday approached. He had managed to convince 
himself that he would hurt Sandra if he called it off, but guilt was nagging 
him along with a growing fear of what would happen if Anna found out. Anna 
had her doubts, too; not because she knew anything about Martin's plans, but 
because she was beginning to feel better in the morning and less sleepy in 
the evening. Martin had been so considerate and caring the last week or so 
and now that she finally began to feel like having sex again, she left him 
the whole weekend.

Anna rushed to get home Friday afternoon. She wanted to be home before 
Martin to make coffee for him, but train was late, she had to run to catch 
the bus. Martin was already home when she arrived, her shirt sticking to her 
skin. It was just about to make her cry, but Martin had the same plan and 
had already made coffee. He cheered her up and they had coffee, but she 
still felt sweaty and damp.

"I think I'll take a bath. Do you wanna join me," she invited.

Martin's first thought was what impact it would have on his ability to 
perform the next day and this made him really mad at himself. It had been a 
long time since they had showered together and he missed it. He pushed all 
thoughts of Sandra aside.

"Of course I will,"

It was great to shower together. They teased each other, licking and sucking 
each other to make sure there were no traces of soap left. When they were 
dry, Anna asked if he would apply lotion on her breasts and stomach.

"It should be a good way to prevent stretchmarks," Anna said with a wicked 
smile, handing him the lotion.

"Then I better be thorough."

Anna was standing in front of the mirror over the bathroom sink. Martin 
stood behind her and began spreading the lotion on her stomach. She leaned 
against him and they looked each other in the eyes in the mirror. He 
gradually moved up and when he spread a copious amount of lotion over her 
breasts she looked down.

"You're using way too much. The skin can't absorb it."

"Then I'll have to work a little extra to rub it in."

Anna watched his hands in the mirror. He watched her eyes, the expression on 
her face, and her reactions when he squeezed her nipples, letting them slip 
through his fingers. She had such lovely breasts and nipples.

It took a long time before the lotion absorbed. Anna was breathing deeply 
and heavily. Martin's cock had been nestled between her soft buttocks and 
Martin had an idea of how to continue.

"Bend over. I think we better give your buttocks a treatment as well, just 
in case."

"Do you think there is a risk of stretching?"

"There is definitely an imminent risk."

Anna put her hands on the sink and leaned over it, still looking at Martin 
in the mirror.

"Uhmmm, it's been so long. You'll have to go slow."

"I will."

He knelt behind her and spread some lotion on her buttocks and while he 
kneaded her arse, his tongue traced the cease between her buttocks all the 
way down to her pussy, briefly lingering over her arsehole. He licked her 
clit a little before returning to her arse. Alternating between her clit and 
arse he drove her just to the brink but not over. Just before she was about 
to come he stopped and applied lotion to her arse.

Martin looked at her in the mirror. It was as if he was standing next to 
her, seeing her with somebody else. The anticipation in her eyes when his 
cock touched her seemed different; maybe it was because she was unaware of 
him looking at her face. The quick flash of pain as his head slipped in was 
the same. She always told him she liked the sting of the first penetration 
and he believed her. She had never tried to hide it from him, even though he 
had been a little worried the first couple of times they did it.

He reached down between her legs, still watching her in the mirror. Her eyes 
were closed, her mouth open. He observed every little twitch around her eyes 
and lips as he penetrated her deeper. When his stomach touched her buttocks 
she sighed, content, and a smile crossed her lips.

He paused for a moment until he felt her pushed back against him, wriggling 
to nudge him closer. Her tight grip forced the blood to the head of his cock 
as he pulled back; at least it felt that way. The slow pumping motion and 
his hand between Anna's legs made her face change again. She was 
concentrating, her mouth whispering incoherent words. The sounds grew louder 
and the rest of her body began to respond as well. Her hands gripped the 
sides of the sink harder and she pushed back against him with a vengeance, 
soft movements at first but just before she came they became rigid.

Seeing her face as she came was the best; a smile, suddenly replaced by a 
contorted expression, a look that could be considered as a sign of pain 
under different circumstances. Martin was so focused on her face that he 
fell out of her when her legs gave in. He just managed to hold her up with 
the hand still between her legs.

"I think we need to shower again," Anna said when she turned and looked at 
Martin. Anna hadn't had time to prepare properly and consequently Martin's 
cock was a little soiled.

Their lovemaking had been quiet and passionate for a long time and they both 
liked that, but they also both missed the uninhibited sex they had indulge 
in before Anna's pregnancy put a damper on it. This Friday afternoon the 
spark returned. Anna turned off the water and knelt in front of Martin. She 
took the lotion and applied a little to her index finger.

Martin leaned back against the wall. If he had been in front of the mirror 
he might have been able to see her finger disappear into him. As it was, he 
could only feel it, but he could see how she slowly took his cock into her 
mouth. She knew exactly what to do to make him go nuts and she loved to do 
it. Every now and then she released him and licked his shaft, prolonging the 
inevitable.

When he finally exploded in her mouth she let his cum drip from her mouth 
down on her breasts. With a lewd expression she spread it over her breasts. 
"It's rich in protein. Maybe it is good for the skin. I've never heard about 
a woman with stretchmarks around her pussy or mouth."

They cooked dinner and washed the dishes afterwards, but then they were back 
in bed for the rest of the evening. Around ten they fell asleep, exhausted 
and satisfied.

The next morning Martin helped Anna pack and saw her off in a taxi. It was 
only after she had gone and the phone rang that he remembered Sandra.

"Yes?"

"Martin, it's Sandra. I'm so sorry but I've been sick all night. I think 
I've caught the flu. We have to cancel."

"I'm so sorry. Are you all right? Do you have everything you need?"

"Yeah. All I need is to lie down and sleep. We'll have to find another day."

Martin felt the guilt grow again. "I don't think I can, Sandra. Anna isn't 
home this weekend, so I didn't have to lie to her about my whereabouts. I 
don't want to lie to her. I don't want to get into all that messy business 
and get caught"

Sandra was silent for a while. "I understand. Maybe it will happen one day, 
just by coincidence."

"Yeah, maybe. If it is meant to happen, it will."

"I'll talk to you. Say hello to Sis from me."

"I will. Take care and get well."


Martin felt relieved and disappointed at the same time, but in the end he 
knew it was probably the best thing that could happen. There would be 
another chance if it was meant to be.



To be continued...






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