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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 Nine - About a Boy  (Ff mf mFf cd) 
 
 
Julia woke me up the next morning, a cup of hot coffee in her hand. 
 
"Sleep well?" she asked. 
 
"Yes, thanks." 
 
"Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes," she said, gently kissing 
me on the forehead.  She left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.  
I sipped some coffee and went to the bathroom to wash up.  The welts 
on my wrists and ankles were gone. 
 
The smell of frying bacon drew me downstairs.  I wanted to help Julia 
with breakfast, but she insisted that I sit down and let her cook for 
me, handing me a tall glass of orange juice.  I watched her bustle 
around the kitchen, her silk robe loosely tied around her waist. 
 
"Here you go, dear," she said, placing a plate of bacon, eggs, and 
toast in front of me.  "Would you like preserves or butter?" 
 
"Butter, please," I said. 
 
She turned to get the butter from the counter, but I reached for her 
waist, pulling her towards me. 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I said, kissing the soft swell of her belly.  She 
ran her fingers through my hair and leaned down to kiss me. 
 
"My pleasure, Annie.  I love to take care of you." 
 
After breakfast I took a shower, alone unfortunately, as Julia had 
taken one before I woke up.  As I soaped myself up, lathering my 
breasts and pinching my nipples, my thoughts wavered between Brad and 
Julia.  I ran my fingers over my cleft, teasing myself almost to 
orgasm, stopping right at the edge. 
 
Julia was already dressed when I emerged from the bathroom, wearing a 
powder blue sundress and sandals.  I put on a short yellow dress I'd 
brought from home, and we drove to town in her Mercedes.  Brad's bus 
wouldn't arrive for another hour, so we passed the time by sitting in 
the town square, just watching people. 
 
"It's almost time," Julia said, looking at her watch.  "Excited?" 
 
"Yes, very," I replied, giving her a quick hug. 
 
Brad stepped off the bus, his backpack slung over his shoulder, 
looking cool and sexy as he lowered his sunglasses and looked around.  
I got out of Julia's car and waved, his name on the tip of my tongue 
when he spotted me.  He smiled and walked over to us. 
 
"Hey, Annie," he said, giving me a kiss and a quick squeeze. 
 
"Hi," I said, an unexpected shyness taking hold.  Julia greeted Brad 
with a kiss on the cheek, taking his knapsack and putting it in the 
trunk.  It was already past noon, and he was hungry, so we stopped at 
the cafe for lunch.  I watched with rapt attention as he wolfed down a 
cheeseburger.  I barely touched my salad; the butterflies in my 
stomach felt like a flock of geese flapping their wings.  I had such a 
crush on Brad that I gasped and almost spilled my iced tea when his 
foot touched mine under the table. 
 
"Why don't you two take a walk by the water," Julia said after we'd 
finished lunch.  "I have some shopping to do.  We can meet back here 
in an hour and go back to the house." 
 
I kissed her on the cheek and whispered "Thanks" in her ear.  She 
smiled and squeezed my hand.  "See you soon," I said. 
 
Brad and I walked along the docks, holding hands and talking, stopping 
to kiss every so often.  His lips felt so soft, his breath so sweet, 
and the way his hands felt on my waist as we kissed felt divine, 
making my heart beat so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest.  
I wanted him to take me right there, behind a fisherman's shack, but 
there were too many people around.  There would be plenty of time for 
that later. 
 
We walked back to the cafe and met Julia and she drove us back to her 
house.  It was mid-afternoon, the sky was cloudless and blue, and the 
air was dry and fresh.  It was a perfect day. 
 
"Why don't you two sit in the garden while I start dinner," Julia 
said.  "I'll bring out some drinks in a few minutes."  I took Brad's 
hand and led him through the kitchen and out to the back yard.  We sat 
under a shady tree, watching the breeze blow through the flowers. 
 
"Here you go," Julia said, placing a tray on the bench next to us.  
I'd expected iced tea, but instead there were two glasses of white 
wine.  She handed them to us and turned to leave. 
 
"Smoke a joint with us, Julia?" Brad asked, pulling a small brass case 
from his pocket. 
 
"Yes, thank you.  Let me get my glass first," she said, surprising me.  
I had no idea that she'd ever smoked pot.  Julia took the tray back 
into the house and returned with her glass of wine.  Brad lit the 
joint and passed it to me first, and I took a deep hit before passing 
it to Julia. 
 
"I didn't think you smoked," I said to her. 
 
"I don't make a habit of it, but I find it relaxing," she said, taking 
a small toke and passing it to Brad.  "Though I can't smoke too much.  
It'll make me too scattered to cook dinner." 
 
After a couple of hits, Julia excused herself and returned to the 
house.  I finished the joint with Brad and we sipped our drinks.  
Between the wine and the pot, I began to feel comfortable in his 
presence, no longer anxious.  He put his arm around me and I rested my 
head against his shoulder and my hand on his thigh, caressing his leg 
through his jeans.  I turned to face him and his lips met mine, our 
tongues melting together in a long, deep kiss. 
 
"It's nice and private here," I whispered, slowly unbuttoning his 
shirt.  His hand found my bare thigh, slowly creeping under the hem of 
my dress, his fingers lightly grazing my panties as I ran my hand over 
his tanned chest.  Even though he was nearly seventeen, he had the 
barest growth of hair on his chest, just a fringe of downy blond 
fleece rimming his nipples.  I leaned over and kissed his pecs, taking 
a nipple in my mouth and suckling it, making him softly gasp. 
 
"Lay back," I whispered, gently pushing him back on the bench.  He 
swung his leg over and lay along the length of the weathered wooden 
planks, and I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, fishing his 
beautiful cock from his briefs.  There was something special about his 
circumcised penis, a fierceness, the prominent head and sheathless 
shaft reminding me of an arrow.  I straddled the bench between his 
legs and lowered my head into his lap, taking his hardening tool into 
my mouth. 
 
His cock stiffened in my mouth as I licked his shaft and swirled my 
tongue over the head, reaching further into his briefs to gently 
squeeze his balls.  As I sucked him his hips began to move, making the 
old bench rock back and forth on the garden's flagstones.  His 
breathing grew heavier and his cock began to twitch in my mouth, the 
muscle that ran along its length tensing and relaxing as I swirled my 
tongue along his shaft. 
 
"Annie, I'm..." he groaned, and before he could finish the sentence he 
came, his cock spurting his hot spunk in my mouth.  It seemed like 
he'd never stop coming, and I had to swallow twice to keep it all from 
spilling out of my mouth.  I milked his penis with my lips, extracting 
the last few drops of his sweet sperm before releasing him from my 
mouth. 
 
"Give me a cum kiss," he said as he sat up.  Our lips met and his 
tongue probed my mouth, seeking the traces of his own essence that 
lingered there.  "I like the way you do that," he said. 
 
"I like the way you taste," I replied, kissing him again. 
 
"Your turn," he said, helping me lift my dress over my head.  I 
reached back and unsnapped my bra, and as soon as my breasts were free 
Brad began to fondle them, leaning in to lick and suck my nipples.  I 
held his head in my hands as he ravished my tits, squeezing them with 
his strong hands, his tongue flicking over my stiffening nipples.  I 
lay back on the bench as his lips kissed a trail down my body, lifting 
my hips off the rough wood so he could pull my panties down and off.  
I felt his breath on my sex, his tongue lightly touching my labia, 
parting them and probing my slit. 
 
With his strong hands he cupped my ass, bringing my pussy closer to 
his mouth, his tongue finding my swollen clit and attacking it, parry 
and thrust, parry and thrust.  I ran my fingers through his sandy 
blond hair as he pleasured me with a skill nearly as sharp as Julia's.   
I wondered how he'd become so experienced a cunny licker until I 
remembered that he participated in his parents' parties.  Perhaps it 
had been Helen, his own mother, who had instructed him, or even Julia 
herself. 
 
Regardless of who had schooled him in the oral arts, he seemed to know 
exactly what I liked: the indirect approach with my clitoris, the 
knuckle pressing against the top of my vagina, the finger probing my 
bottom.  It didn't take long for him to make me come, making my hips 
rise off the bench to press against his mouth as he lashed my clit 
with his tongue.  After my climax he gently lowered me back to the 
bench and stood up to strip off his pants and underwear.  His cock was 
hard again, an arrow of flesh waiting to pierce my sex. 
 
"Let's do it on the grass," he said, taking my hand and helping me up.  
I pressed my naked body against his, feeling his cock throbbing 
against my thigh as I kissed him, tasting my own juices on his lips. 
 
"You have to catch me first," I said, breaking our embrace and running 
through the garden.  He ran after me, laughing, chasing me between the 
flowerbeds and around the trees.  He caught me on a patch of tall 
grass, wrapping his arms around my waist and tackling me.  We rolled 
around in the soft grass and then came to rest under a maple tree, our 
lips meeting and our hands exploring each other's body. 
 
"Fuck me like an animal," I said, getting up on my hands and knees and 
presenting my ass to him.  "Like a dog." 
 
"Woof," he said, laughing, burying his nose between my legs and 
inhaling deeply.  He climbed on to my back, holding my breasts in his 
hands as I reached between my legs and guided his hard cock into my 
dripping snatch. 
 
Brad didn't start slowly.  As soon as he was inside me he began to 
thrust hard, fast, and deep, nearly knocking the wind out of me.  I 
pushed my ass back against his hips, meeting him with each stroke, his 
hands squeezing my titties every time his cock pushed into my pussy. 
 
"Yes...Brad...yes..." I gasped as he pounded my slit.  Without the 
extra flesh of a foreskin, I could feel every vein and tendon in his 
penis, the ridge of flesh on his cockhead sliding through my sugar 
walls, the prominent muscle that ran along the bottom of his shaft 
pressing against the sensitive spot on the roof of my vagina. 
 
Brad pressed his lips against my shoulder and lightly bit me there, 
making me gasp and bear down on his hardness.  I felt my pleasure 
begin to rise, the power of his thrusts making me burn with raw 
desire, making me moan like a rutting animal, a moan that became a 
howl when I came, a howl that flushed a flock of birds from the trees. 
 
The sound of my cries spurred him on, and he fucked me faster, pushing 
me down on the grass and flat on my belly.  He held my wrists, 
restraining them as he pounded my pussy from behind, his hips hitting 
my cheeks with each stroke with a sharp slapping sound.  I knew he 
could be gentle, like that first night we'd met, but I loved this 
roughness, this savageness.  I tried to struggle against him, to 
release my arms from his grip, but this only inflamed his passion and 
his thrusts sped up, bringing me to a second, more intense climax. 
 
As my pussy spasmed around his cock, he groaned and slammed into me 
one last time, his hips pressed against my ass, as his cock twitched 
inside me, filling my cunny with his hot spunk.  I scissored my legs 
against his, trying to keep him inside me as I convulsed with pleasure 
under him.  The spurts of come tapered off into a warm dribble, and he 
collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and shoulders as we lay in the 
grass. 
 
"Was that too rough?" he whispered. 
 
"No, no.  I liked that," I said, turning my head and smiling.  He 
released my wrists and our fingers intertwined as we kissed, his 
softening cock still buried inside me.  "I don't think I've ever been 
fucked that hard," I whispered. 
 
"You're so nice and tight," he said.  "And that thing you do, that 
squeeze." 
 
"This?" I said, tightening my pussy around him.  I felt his cock 
twitch, a bit of life returning to it as it stiffened inside me. 
 
"Yes, that," he said, kissing me again.  "Where did you learn that?" 
 
"From a book," I said.  It was something I had learned from the 
marriage manual Luci had given me, tensing a certain muscle as if 
trying to stop the flow of urine.  I couldn't remember the name of the 
muscle, just that it rhymed with "bagel". 
 
As we lay on the grass, I squeezed his cock, feeling it grow and 
harden until he was fully erect again.  This time he fucked me slowly, 
with long even strokes, planting light kisses on my back and shoulders 
as he thrust his cock in and out of my messy snatch.  He brought me to 
another climax, a quieter one, before filling my cunny with his seed. 
 
After he slipped out of me and rolled off my back, he put out his 
hands to help me up, but instead I knelt at his feet and licked his 
sticky cock clean, greedily slurping up the mixture of his sperm and 
my juices that coated his beautiful penis.  Then he helped me to my 
feet and kissed me before we walked back to the bench, holding hands. 
 
I could feel his semen dripping out of me, so I put my panties back on 
to catch the flow.  We sat together on the bench, our arms around each 
other, sipping our wine under the clear blue sky.  About an hour 
later, Julia came out and joined us with the bottle of wine, refilling 
our glasses. 
 
"Enjoying yourselves?" she asked. 
 
"Yes, ma'am," Brad said.  I smiled and reached for her hand, pulling 
her over to the bench to sit beside me.  I put my arm around her, 
holding both Julia and Brad. 
 
"Why don't you take these off?" she asked, tugging at my white satin 
panties, a lacy pair she'd bought me in Boston. 
 
"I'm leaking a little," I said. 
 
"Then let me clean you up," she whispered.  I thought she wanted to 
take me inside and bathe me again, but instead she stood me up, 
pulling the panties down over my thighs and off my legs, and sat me 
down on the bench again, making me straddle it like I had earlier when 
Brad and I ate each other.  As I laid my head in Brad's lap, Julia 
lowered her head between my thighs and began to lick the semen that 
dripped from my slit.  I began to squirm with delight, feeling his 
cock harden behind my head. 
 
As Julia greedily licked and sucked Brad's semen from my cunny, I 
looked up at him and put my finger in my mouth, sucking it like a 
little cock.  He smiled, knowing what I wanted, and he got up, gently 
laying me back down on the bench.  His penis was hard again, jutting 
out from a nest of downy blond hair.  Brad straddled the bench and 
squatted over my head, pressing his cock downward and aiming it at my 
open lips.  I sucked him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the 
rubbery glans, locking my lips around his swollen shaft.  It was 
awkward for me to lift my head, so he began to bend his knees 
slightly, dipping his cock into my hungry mouth. 
 
While Brad fucked my mouth, Julia paused her licking for a moment to 
unbutton her dress, step out of it, and remove her bra and panties.  
When she was as naked as we were, she resumed her oral ministrations 
with a purpose, ravishing my pussy with her lips and tongue.  Brad's 
semen was already long gone, but that didn't matter to her.  What did 
matter was the pleasure she was giving me, to make me moan and squirm 
on the bench, to make me come again. 
 
Brad's balls were level with my eyes, bouncing back and forth as he 
dipped his lovely cock into my mouth.  I reached for them, holding 
them in my hands, caressing the soft skin beneath the downy blond hair 
that covered them.  He'd already come three times that afternoon, and 
I wondered if there was anything left in them for me. 
 
Julia lifted my legs on to her shoulders, her tongue swirling over my 
clitty, rekindling the fire within my loins.  My climax began to 
mount, building up from a glowing ember between my legs to a raging 
fire that consumed my whole body.  My cries of passion and pleasure 
were muffled by Brad's plunging cock, and when he felt my stifled 
moans, he began to move faster.  I reached up for his ass, squeezing 
his tight buns and urging him to shoot his yummy cream in my wanton 
mouth. 
 
Julia pressed her mouth to my sex, sucking my swollen clit, and I 
began to come really hard.  I was afraid that I was going to bite down 
on Brad's lovely cock, but he kept dipping it into my mouth.  Suddenly 
I felt his ass tense up in my hands, his balls began to twitch, and 
his cock started to spasm and spurt, shooting his cream down my 
throat.  I clamped my lips around his cock, accepting his sweet sperm.  
It wasn't as thick as his first load, and there wasn't much left, but 
I eagerly swallowed it, milking his cock with my fingers until he 
began to soften.  He pulled his cock from my mouth and kneeled next to 
the bench, leaning over to kiss me. 
 
"All clean," Julia said, looking up from between my legs.  "Oh dear.  
I've missed a spot."  She leaned over me and licked a drop of Brad's 
semen from my chin, kissing me afterwards, the taste of his cum on her 
lips. 
 
"Thank you, Julia." 
 
"My pleasure," she said, reaching for her wine glass and taking a sip. 
 
"What time is it?" I asked her as I sat up on the bench.  I wanted to 
be home at five to talk to Ramon on the radio. 
 
"Don't worry.  You have an hour left," she said. 
 
"Are you leaving?  I thought we were going to have dinner here 
together," Brad said, sitting next to me. 
 
"Just for a few minutes.  I'm expecting a call,"  I said, taking his 
hand in mine.  Brad looked relieved when he heard this, as if the 
thought of not spending the night with me was a big disappointment. 
 
When the sun began to fall in the sky, chasing the shade from our 
spot, we carried our clothes and wine glasses inside.  The aroma of 
the roast in the oven filled the house, piquing my appetite.  Julia 
poured us some more wine, and Brad and I went to sit in the living 
room, rather, lay together on the couch, skin against skin.  As five 
o'clock approached I finished my wine and got dressed. 
 
"Meet me out by the car, dear.  I'll just be a second," Julia called 
out from the kitchen. 
 
I gave Brad a kiss and headed for the driveway. 
 
Five minutes had passed and still Julia hadn't come out to the car.  I 
was about to go inside when Brad appeared, her keys in his hand. 
 
"Where's Julia?" I asked.  I was hesitant to let Brad see my shabby 
old house.  Compared to the luxurious home he lived in, mine was a 
dump.  I began to panic, and tears started to form in the corners of 
my eyes. 
 
"She forgot about the potatoes so she asked me to drive you home and 
back," he said.  I'd been leaning on the car while I waited; Brad came 
up close, pressing his body against mine, his lips against my lips.  
Then he noticed my trembling, my tears.  "What's wrong?" 
 
I pulled away from him, choking up, unable to speak. 
 
"Annie!" he said, reaching for my arm, pulling me close, holding me.    
"What is it?" 
 
"I'm sorry, I can't..."  I leaned my head on his chest and quietly 
sobbed in his arms. 
 
"Tell me," he said softly.  I looked up at him and he kissed me again, 
first on the lips and then on my tear-stained cheeks. 
 
"It's my house.  It's awful.  I didn't want you to see it," I said.  
He began to smile. 
 
"Don't be silly.  How bad could it be?  Come on, let me drive you.  
You're gonna be late if we don't leave now."  He opened the car door.  
Reluctantly, I got inside.  He got in the driver's side and started 
the car. 
 
A minute later we were pulling into the driveway of my house, only a 
quarter-mile away. 
 
"This is it?" Brad asked.  My blood froze.  I felt so ashamed. 
 
"Yes," I said meekly, my hands folded in my lap. 
 
"Wow, cool.  We used to live in an old Victorian like this," he said. 
 
"Really?"  My shame began to melt. 
 
"Yeah, when I was really young.  C'mon.  Let's go in." 
 
I let him into the house.  I began to think that our house wasn't that 
bad, not as bad as I'd thought.  At least it was clean. 
 
Brad wandered around the place while I talked to Ramon and the boys.  
They were no less bored than the day before, and the day's catch 
hadn't been so good.  Ramon sounded a bit down.  He talked about 
coming back to port in a few days, sooner than he expected.  I told 
him I loved him, and to be safe. 
 
After I'd signed off, I noticed Brad standing in the doorway.  He came 
up behind me and kissed me on the neck. 
 
"Your father?" 
 
"Stepfather," I said. 
 
"Oh, right.  My mom mentioned something about that." 
 
I wondered how Helen knew that.  Did Julia tell her? 
 
"What else do you know?" I asked him, getting up from the chair 
putting my arms around him. 
 
"That you're beautiful," he said, kissing me.  I wanted to have him 
right then, on the floor of the sewing room.  I know he wanted it too: 
the bulge in his jeans said as much.  I pressed my crotch against it, 
feeling his heat through the blue denim. 
 
"We should get back.  Julia will have dinner ready soon," I said, 
trying to control my lust for this sixteen-year-old blond Adonis.  
"We'll have all night." 
 
He kissed me again and we left the house, driving back to Julia's. 
 
"That was quick," she said, opening another bottle of wine, red this 
time, and greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. 
 
"Didn't want to miss dinner," I said, pouring a glass of wine for 
myself. 
 
"I see," Julia said, giving me a knowing look.  "Help me set the 
table, dear." 
 
We ate dinner by candlelight, Julia seated at the head of the table, 
Brad seated across from me, playing footsie with me and making me 
giggle and blush. 
 
After dinner, I cleared the table and washed the dishes while Julia 
took Brad upstairs.  She wouldn't tell me why or for what, just 
kissing me and saying "Shhh...it's a surprise."  By the time I had 
finished cleaning up after dinner, she'd returned, leading me upstairs 
to her bedroom.  On the bed she'd laid out the white satin corset, the 
gossamer lace panties, and the white lace top stockings.  Julia helped 
me out of my dress and underwear, dressing me in the pretty white 
lingerie she'd laid out.  After I slipped into her white heels she 
took me by the hand and led me out of her bedroom towards her guest 
room. 
 
There must have been at least a hundred candles burning in the guest 
room.  Brad was laying naked on the bed, a bed strewn with rose petals 
from Julia's garden, white, pink and red. 
 
"Beautiful," was all Brad said when he saw me.  Julia led me to the 
bed, sitting me down on the edge and leaning down to kiss me. 
 
"Enjoy yourselves," she said.  "If you need anything, just ring this 
bell."  She gestured to a brass bell on the bedside table, kissed me 
again and left the room, closing the door behind her. 
 
"She's a wonderful person," Brad said.  "You're so lucky to know her." 
 
"I know," I said, leaning across his body, seeking his lips with my 
own.  "I'm lucky to know you, too." 
 
"Annie, there's something you should know," he said.  My heart froze.  
Was it a girlfriend? 
 
"What?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat. 
 
"I leave for school in two weeks," he said.  "Boarding school.  
Deerfield Academy.  This might be the only time I see you for months." 
 
"Then we'll have to make the most of the time we have," I said, 
kissing him again.  I laid down next to him and we kissed and caressed 
each other.  As I reached for his hard cock, gently stroking it, I 
felt his hands between my legs, petting my pussy through the delicate 
lace panties.  His fingers slipped under the legband, parting my lips, 
and dipping inside my moist snatch. 
 
"You're very wet," he whispered. 
 
"And you're very hard," I said.  "Screw foreplay.  I want you in me."  
I rolled over on my back, untying the silk ribbons that held the 
panties to my hips, and spread my legs for him.  He kneeled between my 
thighs and lovingly gazed at me.  A pearl of precum on the tip of his 
cock glistened in the candlelight.  He leaned down and kissed me 
again. 
 
"Take me now," I said, reaching for his hard penis, gently pulling it 
closer to my sex, guiding it inside me. 
 
"Annie..." he whispered, kissing me as his cock pressed inside me, 
filling me.  I held his hips as he began to thrust, and we began our 
horizontal slow dance. 
 
"It feels so good," I whispered, his hardness filling the tight sheath 
of my sex.  Brad fucked me slowly, his hips turning with a corkscrew 
motion, just like Del.  He began to kiss my shoulders and neck, and I 
reached down to free my breasts from the corset so he could kiss them, 
too.  I held his head in my hands, running my fingers through his hair 
as he suckled my nipples. 
 
"Brad, oh Brad..." I began to moan, the steady pace of his thrusting 
making my pleasure mount.  He switched to a cyclical motion, pressing 
his hardness against the bottom of my slit on the in stroke, grinding 
his shaft against my clit on the out stroke.  I ran my hands down his 
back, squeezing his buns, urging him to move faster, harder. 
 
Brad clamped his lips on mine, our tongues meeting and melding 
together as he began to speed up.  My pussy was soaking wet, making 
squishing sounds around his cock as he plunged into me repeatedly.  He 
fucked me masterfully, pulling out until only the tip of his penis 
remained in me, teasing me, and then pounding me hard, his cock 
impaling me.  I began to come, my moans of pleasure becoming a cry of 
surrender as Brad pounded my spasming pussy. 
 
Brad grimaced, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and I thought 
he was about to come, too, but he didn't.  He reached for my ankles 
and pulled my legs over his shoulders, placing his hands under my ass,  
pumping me hard and deep.  Every time he banged me his balls slapped 
against my upturned ass, making a soft "thwack" sound with every 
stroke. 
 
Brad kept it up for a while, holding my ankles while he plunged deep 
inside my pussy, bringing me to another intense orgasm that nearly 
brought tears to my eyes.  I wondered if he'd ever come, and I began 
to feel a soreness down there.  I reached down to feel his pistoning 
shaft; it was nearly dry. 
 
"Brad, come for me, baby," I cooed.  I wanted to feel his soothing 
cream inside me.  My expression changed as his cock began to chafe. 
 
"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing my discomfort. 
 
"I'm all fucked out," I whispered.  "I'm so sorry." 
 
"That's okay, Annie," he said, pulling his reddened cock out of me and 
letting my legs fall to the bed.  He lay on top of me and kissed me, 
his hardness pressing against my thigh. 
 
"Take me from behind," I whispered.  "I want you in my ass.  Let me 
make you come that way."  I looked into his eyes and kissed him.  
"Please?" 
 
Brad smiled at the thought of fucking my tight hole, kissing me again 
and squeezing my breasts.  I opened the drawer in the bedside table, 
looking for something to use as a lubricant.  There was a bottle of 
baby oil, and I spread some on my hand and rubbed it into Brad's 
beautiful cock. 
 
"Now do me," I said, handing him the bottle of oil and rolling over on 
to my belly.  Brad gently probed my bottom, working the oil into my 
tight sphincter and loosening me with his finger.  Then he set the 
bottle down on the bedside table and kneeled between my legs, the 
rubbery head of his tool pressing against my anus.  I took a deep 
breath and let it out, relaxing my ass, letting his cock push inside 
my bottom.  He did it slowly, gently, painlessly, sliding his shaft 
into my ass until his soft pubes tickled my cheeks. 
 
"You're so tight," he whispered, nibbling my earlobe as he began to 
thrust.  I pushed my ass against his hips, tightening my sphincter 
around his hard pole.  From the sound of his breathing I could tell he 
wasn't going to last very long, and he didn't.  It was barely a dozen 
strokes before he came, his cock twitching and spurting his cream into 
my bottom.  Brad settled down on my back, sighing contentedly and 
gently kissing my cheek. 
 
"Stay in me," I whispered.  "Forever." 
 
"Forever," he repeated, reaching for my hand, our oily fingers 
intertwined.  I felt so relaxed that I fell asleep with my corset and 
stockings on, Brad's cock still plugging my hole. 
 
I woke up in the middle of the night.  Brad had rolled over and 
slipped out of me, most of the candles had burned out.  I quietly got 
out of bed, took off my lingerie and hosiery, and tiptoed into the 
bathroom for a washcloth.  I returned to the guest room and gently 
cleaned Brad's flaccid penis, careful not to wake him up.  Then I blew 
out the rest of the candles and got back into bed, slowly placing his 
arm over my waist, snuggling against him so his cock nestled between 
my cheeks, and falling asleep again. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
"Wake up, children."  Julia gently roused us from our slumber with 
kisses.  She'd brought breakfast on a tray, orange juice, eggs and 
toast, and coffee, serving us in bed.  "It's going to be a hot one 
today.  Let's spend it at the beach." 
 
After breakfast, Brad and I showered together, soaping each other up, 
and rubbing our lathered bodies together.  We didn't do much more than 
tease each other; I stroked his soapy cock while he slipped a finger 
inside me.  We rinsed off and dried each other, put on our swim suits, 
and went downstairs to meet Julia, who drove us to the beach. 
 
She was right: the day turned out to be a scorcher, and even the 
onshore breeze didn't give much relief.  That I was horny from our 
shower didn't help either.  The beach was crowded and there was no 
chance of finding a quiet place behind a dune or on the rocks for a 
quick screw.  As Brad rubbed suntan lotion into my back, I wondered if 
we could do it in the water standing up, or maybe in the back seat of 
Julia's car.  She glanced over at me from time to time, smiling as if 
she knew what I was thinking. 
 
"Anticipation is delicious, isn't it?" she whispered, seeing the 
expression on my face as I watched Brad run into the water to cool 
off, his bathing suit hugging his tight buns. 
 
"If I don't get it soon I'm going to explode," I said, reaching for 
her hand.  She smiled and squeezed it. 
 
When Brad came out of the water, I reapplied his suntan lotion, 
"accidentally" brushing against his crotch with my hand and feeling 
him stiffen inside his suit.  He blushed and looked around to see if 
anyone saw his inadvertent boner, getting his revenge by reaching 
behind my neck and untying my halter bikini top, making my breasts 
spill out of my suit.  I quickly retied it and chased him back into 
the water, wrestling with him in the surf, which did nothing to make 
his erection recede. 
 
After lunch, we stayed at the beach for a few more hours, until nearly 
four o'clock before packing up for the short drive home.  The ice cold 
shower at the beach bathhouse did nothing to cool our ardor, and as we 
headed back to my place so I could radio Ramon's boat, Brad and I sat 
together in the back seat of Julia's car, making out like two kids at 
a drive-in movie. 
 
There was still time before Ramon was due to check in, so I invited 
Brad and Julia inside for a soft drink.  I was in my room changing out 
of my bikini when Brad sneaked in and came up behind me. 
 
"How about a quick one in your bed," he whispered, pressing his 
bulging swim suit against my bare bottom. 
 
""We'll be back at Julia's in a little while," I said, turning around 
to kiss him. 
 
"I can't wait," he said. 
 
"We have to," I replied.  "Julia's waiting downstairs.  Still..."  I 
dropped to my knees and pulled down his bathing suit.  His hard member 
sprung free and I parted my lips, sucking it into my mouth.  He 
groaned as I began to slowly suck him, swirling my tongue over his 
veiny shaft, feeling a few stray grains of sand on his penis.  I kept 
him on the edge, glancing over at my alarm clock every so often.  As 
five o'clock approached, I released him from my mouth with a loud 
"slurp" and kissed the tip of his glistening penis.  Brad helped me to 
my feet and kissed me, watching as I got dressed.  I put on a short 
pink sundress over my white cotton panties, and tied my hair up into 
ponytails. 
 
"Hey, little girl," Brad said as he grabbed me from behind, his hands 
reaching under my dress and into my panties, feeling the wetness 
between my legs. 
 
"Wouldn't you like a younger sister like me?" I asked, grinding my ass 
into his crotch. 
 
"Aw, yeah," he said, his hands reaching for my breasts and cupping 
them.  I hadn't bothered putting on a bra; I wanted to be accessible 
for him. 
 
"Not yet," I said, reaching back to squeeze his hard cock. 
 
"Okay, I can wait," he said, "But not long." 
 
Brad went back downstairs to keep Julia company while I raised Ramon 
on the radio.  He seemed to be in a happier mood than the day before, 
and the fishing had been better, though he still planned on returning 
on Sunday.  We spoke for a while and I signed off, heading back 
downstairs to join Julia and Brad. 
 
We weren't in Julia's house more than 30 seconds before Brad took me 
by the hand and nearly dragged me upstairs to the guest room.  Within 
five seconds, he'd peeled off his bathing suit, tossed me on the bed, 
had my dress off, and was pulling my panties off.  As soon as I was 
totally nude, he dived between my legs and went straight for my pussy, 
lashing my swollen clit with his tongue.  The direct approach. 
 
"Ungh...yessss," I hissed, running my fingers through Brad's thick 
blond hair.  I was as horny as he was, even before I'd sucked him in 
my bedroom back at my house.  I'd been looking forward to this since 
breakfast.  "Fuck me, Brad.  Fuck me now." 
 
I'd barely finished my sentence when Brad was on top of me, his lips 
pressing against mine, his hips already moving even though he hadn't 
penetrated me yet.  I reached for his hard cock, stroking it, pulling 
it, guiding it into my hungry snatch.  He filled me with one quick 
stroke, pulling out slowly, pushing back in fast. 
 
"I'm gonna come, Annie.  I'm gonna come quick," Brad said through 
clenched teeth.  I could tell he was trying hard to hold it back, but 
I could feel his cock beginning to twitch inside me. 
 
"Go ahead, baby.  Let go.  Fill me with your cum," I whispered.  That 
sent him over the edge, triggering his climax, and he began to 
ejaculate inside me.  I had a pre-orgasmic shiver as his thrusts 
slowed to a halt. 
 
"Sorry," he said, sheepishly. 
 
"Don't be," I said, stroking his back.  "You made me come so much 
yesterday."  I kissed him and he relaxed in my arms.  "Stay inside 
me," I whispered. 
 
"You're so cool," he said. 
 
There was a knock on the door.  It was Julia, wearing the gauzy white 
dress I'd made her.  Sunlight through a hallway window silhouetted 
her, making her look like an angel.  She walked into the guest room 
and sat on the edge of the bed. 
 
"I'm afraid there's a problem with dinner: the chicken didn't thaw in 
time.  Let's go out instead, okay?"  She gently stroked my cheek, 
placing her other hand on the small of Brad's back. 
 
"That sounds fine," I said.  Brad smiled and nodded. 
 
"You look so sweet together," she said, gently stroking Brad's smooth 
back.  "I'll leave you two alone until dinner."  Julia leaned over and 
kissed me on the forehead. 
 
"Stay with us," I said, reaching for her hand.  "Join us." 
 
"I couldn't...I'd be intruding," she said. 
 
"Please?"  The thought of sharing a bed with his mother's friend must 
have appealed to Brad; I could feel him start to harden again, his 
cock growing inside me. 
 
"We'd like that," he said.  "Stay with us." 
 
"Well, it would be impolite of me to turn down such a heartfelt 
invitation," Julia said.  She stood up and pulled the dress over her 
head, reached back to unclasp her bra, and stepped out of her panties.  
Then she climbed into bed with us, cradling my shoulders with her arm.  
She gently cupped my breast and we kissed.  I felt Brad's cock become 
fully erect as he watched us, and he began to slowly thrust.  I was in 
heaven, with Julia's soft lips on mine, and Brad's hard cock inside 
me. 
 
"Suckle me, sweetie," Julia said, bringing her nipple to my lips.  I 
licked and sucked it like a baby, and I felt Julia straddle my thigh 
with her legs, pressing her sex against me, feeling hot and moist 
against my skin.  As Brad slowly fucked me, his thigh pressed mine 
against Julia's steamy pussy.  I took a hand off of Brad's pumping 
hips and slipped two fingers into Julia's slit, pressing her swollen 
clit between them. 
 
As I released Julia's nipple from my mouth, I could see that she had 
her arm around Brad's waist, holding him while she cradled my 
shoulders, feeling us move against each other.  Her arm moved lower, 
and as the pace of Brad's rhythm increased, I could tell that she was 
squeezing his firm ass, urging him to move his hips faster and making 
his cock penetrate my hungry pussy deeper. 
 
"Fill her with your manhood," she urged him.  "Make her come for me." 
 
Her words were hardly necessary, as a day's worth of horniness and 
deferred pleasure began to flow through my limbs, an electric surge 
that took my breath away as I came.  I had one hand tightly gripping 
Brad's back, the other buried in Julia's pussy as I climaxed, and I 
could feel her pressing her sex against my fingers, seeking her own 
release.  She suckled my nipples, trying to keep me atop this plateau 
of pleasure, trying to make my orgasm last forever. 
 
Brad hadn't come yet, and he kept thrusting inside me, pounding me 
with a strong, steady rhythm.  Julia pulled my hand from her sex and 
began to suck her juices from my fingers, her legs wrapped around my 
thigh, humping it as Brad's thrusts pushed it against her cleft.  Just 
as she kissed me, sharing the taste of her pussy that she'd licked 
from my fingers, she began to moan, her own climax approaching.  Her 
legs tightened around mine, and I could feel her hips start to spasm 
as she came.  I held her trembling body close to mine, seeking her 
soft lips with my own. 
 
"Let me finish you with my mouth," I said to Brad.  Though my pussy 
hadn't gotten dry like the night before, I was still feeling a bit 
sore down there.  Brad kissed me and slowly pulled out of my sex, 
sitting down at the foot of the bed, his glistening cock pointing 
towards the ceiling.  I scooted around so my face was in his lap, the 
tip of his cock barely an inch from my mouth.  As I parted my lips and 
began to suck him, I felt Julia move between my legs, her long hair 
grazing my thighs, her lips closing in on my cleft.  She began to lick 
me, drinking the mixture of Brad's semen and my juices, the same 
flavor that coated the cock in my mouth. 
 
"Suck me, Annie," Brad whispered as my head bobbed in his lap.  As my 
tongue swirled over his head and shaft, I stroked him with one hand 
and cupped his balls with the other.  Unlike the slow suck I'd given 
him in my bedroom, I fellated him quickly, urging him to spurt his 
seed in my mouth rather than keep him on the edge.  As I sucked him, 
Julia's tongue found my clit, dancing over and around it, making me 
squirm with pleasure as she licked me from behind. 
 
"I'm coming, Annie.  I'm com..."  Brad hadn't even finished the 
sentence when the head of his cock flared, his balls began to twitch, 
and he erupted in my mouth, filling it with his thick, sweet cum.  
Even though he'd come before, he seemed to spurt for a while before 
tapering off to a trickle of semen.  I milked him with my lips, my 
hands gently squeezing his balls, until he was empty, his cock 
softening in my mouth.  I released him from my mouth and rolled over, 
giving Julia free access to my swollen clit.  She smiled at me, 
reaching up to smear away a drop of sperm that lingered on the corner 
of my mouth, returning to my pussy after licking her finger. 
 
"Thanks," he said, holding me in his arms, my head in his lap.  I 
looked up at him and smiled as he leaned over to give me an upside-
down kiss.  As Julia ravished me with her tongue, Brad gently cupped 
my breasts, fingering my nipples with his fingers.  It wasn't long 
before Julia began to bring me off, her skilled tongue and probing 
fingers sending me into a delirious climax, making my whole body 
tremble with delight.  She kissed me afterwards, letting me taste the 
nectar she found so intoxicating, the flavor of my own young pussy. 
 
We relaxed together for a while, Brad and Julia sandwiching me between 
them, their hands running all over my body, caressing me.  It was a 
heavenly feeling to be trapped between my lust for Brad and my love 
for Julia and not having to decide between them, to be able to share 
tenderness and pleasure with both. 
 
We dressed and went out for dinner by the waterfront, taking a walk 
through town afterwards.  Brad and I held hands as we strolled through 
the square, Julia walking a few steps behind us.  It was a warm, humid 
night and she treated us to ice cream before we returned to her house. 
 
Once we were back home, Julia poured us some wine and Brad lit a 
joint.  We shed our clothes, and though it would have been cooler in 
the garden, the mosquitoes kept us indoors.  Instead, we stayed in the 
living room, Brad and I sitting on either side of Julia on her couch, 
passing the joint back and forth as we sipped our wine. 
 
"Let's get Brad upstairs and tie him to the bed," I whispered in 
Julia's ear.  She gave me a mischievous grin and nodded. 
 
"What are you two whispering about?" Brad asked.  Instead of answering 
him, we each took an arm and dragged him upstairs to Julia's bedroom.  
He made a half-hearted attempt to struggle, but didn't try to break 
free.  While I pinned him to the bed, Julia dug the restraints from 
the steamer trunk. 
 
"Hey!  What are you...?" he yelled when he saw the leather cuffs.  I 
cut off his protests with an aggressive kiss, seeking his tongue with 
my own.  His cock began to rise to the occasion as Julia attached the 
restraints to his wrists and ankles, tightly chaining them to the 
bedposts. 
 
"You're our prisoner, Brad.  Isn't that right, Julia?" 
 
"Yes, Annie.  And we're going to torture you.  But I think you'll like 
it," she said.  As Brad struggled against the bonds, Julia and I held 
each other and kissed.  We stood next to the bed so Brad could watch 
us grope each other, our thighs intertwined, our lips locked together. 
 
"Fuck!  Let me go!"  Brad rattled the chains but they held him fast. 
 
"Let's go back downstairs and finish our wine, dear,"  Julia said. 
 
"Good idea."  We left Brad alone in the bedroom while we went 
downstairs and discussed a plan of action, returning in a few minutes 
with the wine, a joint, and a bucket of ice. 
 
"Here, put this on him," Julia said, handing me the blindfold.  I 
slipped it over Brad's head and lowered it over his eyes.  Then I gave 
him a kiss, softer and gentler this time. 
 
"Relax, baby.  We won't hurt you," I whispered.  "You'll love this." 
 
Brad smiled weakly, even though he wasn't too pleased at being forced 
into a passive role.  Still, he stayed erect. 
 
We started with the feather, teasing his nipples, tickling his taut 
stomach, running it over his thighs and his swollen shaft.  He 
struggled against the chains when we tickled him, but soon he relaxed 
and submitted to the teasing feather.  As a reward, I took the head of 
his cock in my mouth and gently sucked the tip, making him gasp in 
surprise. 
 
Brad was perspiring from his struggles, so the ice was next.  I made 
him gasp again when I touched his nipple with a cube and followed this 
by sucking the watery melt from his skin.  I slowly drew the ice cube 
down his body, circling his navel, inching closer to his manhood, but 
avoiding it, running the ice over his thighs instead. 
 
I handed the feather to Julia, who used it to tease him while I 
slipped her antique vibrator over the back of my hand.  She surprised 
me by taking Brad's cock in her mouth as she teased his balls with the 
feather, making him groan and pull against the chains. 
 
I turned the vibrator on, making my whole hand tingle and hum, dipping 
a finger into my sex and sending a shiver through my whole body.  
Julia got up from the bed and we kissed again, our breasts pressed 
against each other, nipples rubbing together.  I ran my vibrating hand 
down her back to the top of her cleft, feeling her shudder with 
pleasure in my arms as I cupped her bottom and probed between her 
cheeks.  We embraced for a moment before turning our attention back to 
Brad. 
 
There was a puzzled expression on his face from the unfamiliar sound 
of the old electric vibrator.  His expression changed when I grazed 
his nipple with my fingertip, and his body went taut as a chill ran 
down his spine.  I sat on the bed next to him and leaned over to kiss 
him as my hand moved down his belly, edging slowly towards his crotch. 
 
"Ungh...yes..." he grunted when I cupped his balls.  I stroked his 
shaft with my vibrating hand, making a drop of precum appear at the 
tip.  Julia was quick to lap this up, leaning over the bed to kiss me 
and share the taste of his young cream.  As I returned my hand to his 
balls, she took his cock in her mouth and slowly sucked him, swirling 
her tongue over his hard shaft, making his hips buck as she lovingly 
fellated him. 
 
There was a tube of lubricant on the bedside table, and I got up from 
the bed to apply some to my finger.  As Julia kept sucking Brad's hard 
cock, I slipped my finger into my own ass, feeling the vibrations 
travel up my spine and throughout my body.  It felt delicious.  I 
applied more lubricant and sat down on the bed again.  Julia paused 
her sucking for a moment so I could lift Brad's balls and probe the 
crack of his ass.  When I had found his tight hole, I slipped my 
greasy finger inside it and turned the vibrator up to its highest 
setting. 
 
"Hey, what are you...?"  Brad arched his back and rocked his hips from 
side to side as he felt my finger invading him, but the vibrations in 
his ass and Julia's tongue on his cock got the best of him.  He began 
to gasp and moan, his chest heaving as his breathing grew heavier, his 
beautiful face contorted into a grimace of pleasure.  I wormed my 
finger deeper, feeling his ass contract around it as I pushed past the 
tight ring of muscle. 
 
"Mmmph!"  Julia got a mouthful of cum but kept her lips clamped 
tightly around his spasming organ.  Semen began to spill from the 
corners of her mouth and she had to let go of him as she swallowed his 
seed.  His cock kept pumping out a nearly clear stream of sperm, 
covering his belly and dripping down his sides.  I leaned over to take 
his twitching cock in my mouth, keeping my finger in his ass as I 
sucked him.  The stream of cum kept flowing, with no sign of letting 
up. 
 
"I think you hit his prostate, Annie," Julia said, wiping Brad's semen 
from her chin with a tissue.  "Do you feel something the size of a pea 
in there?" 
 
I answered with a nod as Brad kept filling my mouth with his cream.  
When I pressed against the pea-sized nodule he began to spurt harder, 
though his offering began to grow thin.  When I pulled my finger form 
his ass, the flow stopped, only to start again when I reinserted it, 
making Brad grunt and moan even harder than before. 
 
"Stop, stop, please stop," he pleaded.  I pulled my finger out of him 
and released him from my mouth even though he was still hard. 
 
"Too much?" I asked him, switching off the vibrator and unstrapping it 
from my hand.  I straddled his hips, pressing my pussy against his 
cock. 
 
"I've never felt anything like that in my life," he said, his voice 
hoarse. 
 
"Let's see if you have anything left for me," I said, guiding his cock 
inside me and settling down on it.  As I caressed his shaft with my 
pussy, I leaned over and kissed him, the pool of semen covering his 
belly and chest gluing us together. 
 
I hadn't even noticed that Julia strapped the vibrator to her hand and 
lubricated her finger, and I jumped in surprise when she slipped her 
greasy digit into my bottom and switched on the vibrator, making 
Brad's cock slip out of me.  I felt her guide him back inside me as 
her oscillating finger slipped deeper in my ass, giving me a taste of 
what Brad had felt.  My pussy tightened around his pole as my whole 
body seemed to vibrate, a sensation that made me unable to move for a 
moment.  Brad started to rock his hips, thrusting inside me as best as 
he could, considering he was still tied hand and foot. 
 
Just as I began to come, Julia slipped her finger out of my bottom and 
into Brad's ass, making his cock vibrate inside me.  She must have 
found his prostate because he gasped, his cock twitching and spraying 
a steady stream of semen inside my pussy.  The sudden flood of warmth 
pushed me over the edge, and I began to gyrate my hips as I climaxed, 
tensing and releasing my cunny around his hardness. 
 
Brad's head tilted back, his mouth open in a silent moan as he finally 
climaxed, though I was making enough noise for both of us, bucking and 
thrashing on top of him as I rode his spurting cock, mewling like a 
cat in heat.  When Julia finally switched off the vibrator, I 
collapsed on top of Brad's chest, exhausted, a veritable river of 
semen leaking around his softening tool.  It took all my effort to 
pull the blindfold off his face and kiss him.  Brad looked drained, as 
if he'd run a marathon, and when Julia untied him he hardly had the 
strength to put his arms around me. 
 
"You two are a mess," Julia said, sitting next to us on the bed and 
stroking my back.  "I'll draw a nice hot bath.  The tub's big enough 
for both of you."  She leaned over and kissed us both before heading 
off to the bathroom. 
 
"That was incredible," Brad whispered.  His cock had softened and it 
slipped out of me, followed by a stream of his cum that washed over 
his balls and pooled on the sheets.  I didn't reply; instead, I kissed 
him again and again. 
 
Brad's knees were weak, his legs rubbery, so Julia and I had to help 
him into the bath, just as she had on the night she tied me up.  I got 
into the bathtub with him, sitting across from him and gently 
scrubbing the semen from his chest and belly with a washcloth.  Julia 
brought us some wine, a glass of ice water for Brad, and lit the joint 
as she knelt next to the tub and helped me wash him. 
 
"My bedroom smells like a sperm bank," Julia said, "and my sheets are 
soaked." 
 
"Sleep with us tonight," I said.  "I think Brad's done for the night."  
He was half asleep, lulled by the warm water, the pot, and the gentle 
touch of our hands.  We had to wake him up to get him out of the tub 
and dry him off, taking him by the arm and steering him into the guest 
room.  As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.  
Julia and I got into bed and held each other while he softly snored. 
 
"Thanks, Julia.  For everything," I whispered. 
 
"My pleasure, Annie.  I love to see you happy."  She hugged me and we 
kissed while Brad slept next to us.  I felt compelled to show her my 
gratitude, gently rolling her on her back and bathing her neck and 
shoulders with kisses. 
 
"Don't wake him up," she whispered as my kisses traveled down her 
body. 
 
"He's fast asleep.  I don't think a bomb could wake him," I said, 
parting her thighs.  Julia smiled and settled back on the bed as I 
parted her flower with my tongue, teasing her pearly clit to life, 
making love to her slowly, gently.  Other than a soft gasp, she barely 
made a sound when she came.  I lingered between her quivering thighs, 
drinking her fragrant juices and tenderly kissing her sex before 
returning to her embrace. 
 
As we lay together in each other's arms, I felt Brad roll over behind 
me and drape his arm around my waist.  He was still asleep, and soon I 
was, too. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
The sound of rain on the window woke me up.  I looked over at Julia 
and Brad; they were still asleep.  I slowly crawled from under Julia's 
arm, and woke Brad with a kiss. 
 
"Shhh," I said, touching my fingertip to his lips.  "Come with me." 
 
We headed to the bathroom together, and I held Brad's cock while he 
peed.  It took a while, as he kept getting hard and I didn't help 
matters by stroking him. 
 
"Your turn," he said after he flushed the toilet.  I sat down to pee 
and Brad stood in front of me, his hardness pointing straight in my 
face. 
 
"Just a sec," I said, blotting a drop of urine from the tip of his 
cock.  I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, slowly sucking him 
as I emptied my bladder.  I remembered one of those magazines Luci 
had, a German one that showed men and women pissing on each other.  
The thought still disgusted me, but what we'd just done had a 
nastiness that aroused me.  It was such an intimate act, and one that 
I'd never dreamed of sharing. 
 
Brad turned on the shower and stepped inside while I put my diaphragm 
back in and then I joined him.  Unlike the day before, we didn't stop 
at teasing each other: Brad fucked me from behind while he kneaded my 
soapy breasts, making me come buckets and then filling me with his hot 
cream.  Afterwards, I let him wash my pussy while I cleaned our juices 
off his penis.  We rinsed off, dried each other, and checked in on 
Julia.  She was still asleep. 
 
"Go strip the sheets off her bed while I start breakfast," I said.  
Brad kissed me and headed for her bedroom while I went downstairs to 
the kitchen.  I put on a pot of coffee and made toast and scrambled 
eggs. 
 
"What do you want to do with these?" Brad asked, holding the sheets 
we'd stained the night before.  I had him keep an eye on the stove 
while I went down to the basement and threw them in the washer.  When 
I returned to the kitchen, Brad had the toast buttered and poured a 
glass of orange juice.  After the eggs were done, I placed everything 
on a tray and had Brad carry it up to the guest room. 
 
Julia was still asleep, so I woke her the same way I woke Brad, with a 
gentle kiss. 
 
"Annie?" she murmured.  "What's that?" 
 
"Breakfast in bed, m'lady," Brad said, bringing over the tray. 
 
"For you, Julia.  Today's your day," I said. 
 
"How sweet of you," she said, hugging me.  "Too bad you can't stop the 
rain." 
 
"I'll try to think of something," I said, giving her a kiss.  "Now, 
enjoy your breakfast.  We'll be back up in a while." 
 
I cooked breakfast for Brad and myself, all the while pretending that 
I was his wife.  I knew it was a corny little fantasy, but I was 
thirteen and I'd had more sexual experience than most women twice my 
age, so I dreamed of this sort of cozy domesticity all the time. 
 
"Go get Julia's tray while I clean up," I said after we'd finished 
breakfast.  Brad kissed me on the cheek and headed upstairs while I 
cleared the table and started washing our breakfast dishes. 
 
Ten minutes later he still hadn't returned.  I went down to the 
basement to throw the sheets in the dryer and headed upstairs to the 
guest room. 
 
Brad was in bed, laying on his back, and Julia was kneeling between 
his legs, his hard cock in her mouth, greedily sucking it.  I stood in 
the doorway and watched them for a while before they noticed me.  
Julia looked up, an expression of surprise on her face. 
 
"Annie.  I'm...I'm so sorry..." she stammered.  I walked to the bed 
and sat next to them. 
 
"Don't be," I said, leaning down and kissing her.  I could taste his 
precum on her lips.  "I'm not jealous.  Keep going.  I want to watch." 
 
Julia smiled and kissed me.  Brad looked like he couldn't be happier 
as she took his cock back in her mouth and began to ravish his tool.  
I leaned over to kiss him, feeling his hands reach for my breasts, 
cupping them, his fingers dancing over my nipples. 
 
"Is she good?" I asked him. 
 
"Oh, yes," he said, groaning as her head bobbed between his legs.  "It 
feels so..."  Brad gasped and his hips rose off the bed.  I could tell 
he was coming, filling Julia's mouth with his seed.  I heard her 
swallowing his semen, milking him dry with her mouth. 
 
"Bring the dishes downstairs," I said to him.  "I'll wash them later.  
Then come back and join us." 
 
"Okay," he said, kissing me and taking the tray downstairs. 
 
"You liked that, didn't you," I said to Julia, getting a cum kiss in 
return. 
 
"It took so long for Thomas to persuade me to suck him," she said.   
"I was such a prude when we married.  Can you believe that I was a 
virgin until our honeymoon?" 
 
"No!"  I couldn't believe it.  I'd lost my virginity to that vibrator 
Luci's mother owned, a toy I still had.  Del had taken what was left.  
I couldn't imagine not losing it until I was in my twenties. 
 
"Yes.  It's true.  It hurt so much that first time," she said.  "I 
thought I'd have to go to the hospital, and I cried so much.  There 
wasn't a lot of blood, but nobody ever told me what to expect." 
 
"Oh, Julia," I said, holding her in my arms and kissing her. 
 
"Don't feel sorry for me, dear.  The next night it was better, and the 
night after that was pure ecstasy.  I woke up the couple in the suite 
next door with my cries of passion."  Julia's eyes shined as she 
recounted her honeymoon on Cape Cod. 
 
"Tell me more," I said. 
 
"Thomas was circumcised.  He was Jewish, you know, and it looked so 
strange when I first saw him in the nude.  I'd seen my brother's penis 
when I was younger, so I expected this little thing in a 'coat'.  It 
was quite a surprise." 
 
"Was he big?" I asked. 
 
"Not huge.  Above average, I suppose," she said.  "But the head was 
nice and thick.  It felt so good going inside me."  Julia blushed 
slightly as she remembered this long-lost detail. 
 
"You don't mind talking about this?" 
 
"Not at all," she said, gently kissing me. 
 
"Would you want Brad...?" 
 
"I'm tempted," she said, staring off in the distance.  "He does remind 
me of...no, I shouldn't.  I made a promise to myself." 
 
"I understand," I said.  "But I'd love to see..." 
 
"I know, dear.  But I'll content myself with the vicarious thrill of 
watching him take you," she said. 
 
Brad returned from downstairs, climbing into bed to join us.  He held 
me from behind and I could feel his cock begin to stir as he nestled 
it between my cheeks.  As Julia and I kissed, he held us both, his 
hands roaming over our bodies, his hardness returning.  I felt Julia's 
fingertips grazing my sex, parting my labia and teasing my clit. 
 
"You're very wet," she whispered.  "Lay between my legs.  I want to 
hold you while he takes you." 
 
I moved between Julia's legs and she positioned me so that my tailbone 
pressed against her sex.  While she cupped and fondled my breasts, 
Brad knelt next to me, offering his penis for me to suck.  When he was 
glistening and hard, he kneeled between my legs and I guided him 
inside me.  As he began to thrust, I felt Julia pressing her sex 
against me, her hips moving in time with Brad's as if they were 
fucking by proxy with my body sandwiched between them. 
 
Brad leaned over and kissed me, his tongue finding mine as Julia ran 
her fingers through his hair.  The three of us moved as one, Brad's 
tool slowly pistoning in my pussy, Julia's sex feeling warm and moist 
against my back.  I loved the way her legs pressed against me, holding 
me in place as Brad began to thrust faster.  She licked her fingers 
and found my nipples, rolling them between her slippery fingers, 
making me gasp when she lightly pinched them. 
 
"Fuck her, Brad.  Fuck her hard.  Make her come for me, baby," she 
cooed.  Her words spurred him on, and he pumped my hungry snatch 
harder.  I ran my hands over his smooth back, feeling his muscles 
dance beneath his skin, feeling his pounding cock inside me.  My 
pleasure began to rise as Julia fondled my breasts, and I could hear 
her start to moan as Brad's thrusting pressed my tailbone against her 
clit. 
 
Julia's breasts heaved against my back, her pebbly nipples pressing 
into my skin, her thighs beginning to quiver as they clamped around 
me.  I could feel her moaning through my skin, and I began to join 
her, singing a duet of pleasure as Brad pumped my pussy. 
 
"Make her come, Brad.  Make her scream," she urged, squeezing my 
breasts and holding me tighter, her own orgasm rising from her cleft.  
I grabbed Brad's cheeks, trying to take him deeper, as if I could make 
him fuck through me and into Julia.  He groaned and pounded me harder, 
his cock beginning to twitch inside me.  As Julia began to gasp and 
shudder behind me I felt my climax approaching, making my whole body 
vibrate. 
 
Julia came first, her thighs quivering and pressing against me, her 
pussy hot and wet against my back.  She cupped my breasts in her 
trembling hands, burying her face in my hair to muffle her cries of 
pleasure.  This triggered my own orgasm, my violent convulsions 
threatening to collapse the bed.  My pussy spasmed around Brad's 
pumping tool, squeezing it, bringing forth an eruption of sperm as he 
came.  Brad's thrusts began to slow as he spurted his seed inside me, 
and he collapsed on top of me, nearly knocking the wind out of Julia. 
 
"Am I too heavy for you?" he asked her. 
 
"No, you're fine," she said, caressing his back. 
 
"Stay in me," I whispered, holding his hips as he started to pull out.  
I liked being the filling in this flesh sandwich, and I wanted to stay 
between them forever.  I squeezed Brad's cock with my cunny, getting a 
final dribble of sperm as a reward. 
 
"Is this what 'vicarious thrill' means?" I asked Julia. 
 
"Yes, dear," she said, kissing the top of my head.  Brad chuckled, 
making his cock twitch and nearly slip out of me, but I clamped down 
on it, feeling it start to stir.  I wanted to get him hard again, but 
Julia had to go to the bathroom, and all the weight pressing on her 
bladder added an urgency to the situation.  Brad climbed off me, 
pulling his half-hard cock from my snatch, leaving me feeling empty 
inside.  I got up from the bed, letting Julia sprint to the bathroom, 
and put on a pair of cotton panties to absorb the semen that was 
oozing from my pussy.  I'd have taken Brad again, but we had all day 
and all night, and I decided that I shouldn't wear him out too soon. 
 
We went downstairs and he helped me do the dishes.  As Julia showered, 
we put fresh sheets on her bed and then went back downstairs, sitting 
together in the living room, watching the rain.  A few minutes later, 
Julia joined us, wrapped in a comfortable terrycloth robe. 
 
"Bored already?" she asked. 
 
"Not really," I said. 
 
"Just resting up between rounds," Brad added, squeezing my thigh. 
 
"I see," Julia said.  "How's your sister, Brad?" 
 
"Carrie's fine," he said.  "She'll be back from Europe in a couple of 
weeks.  I'll be at school by then, so I won't see her until 
Thanksgiving." 
 
"Ever fool around with her?" I asked. 
 
"You ever fool around with your brothers?"  he countered. 
 
"I asked you first," I said.  Brad started to blush. 
 
"Yeah, we did."  His cock stirred as the memories came back. 
 
"Tell me," I said, eager to hear about it. 
 
"You tell me: did you ever fool around with your brothers?" 
 
"Yes," I said. 
 
"Both of them?" 
 
"Yes." 
 
"At the same time?" 
 
"Yes," I said.  Now it was my turn to blush. 
 
"Cool.  Tell me," he said. 
 
"You first." 
 
"Okay," he said, hesitating.  "When I was really young, my sister 
caught me." 
 
"How young?  Caught you doing what?" I asked. 
 
"I was ten, she was twelve, and she caught me jerking off in the 
bathroom." 
 
"So?  That doesn't seem so bad," I said.  Del and Paco used to jerk 
off every night in the bedroom we shared back in Florida.  It didn't 
seem like such a shameful act. 
 
"We shared a bathroom, and when she caught me I was using a pair of 
her panties I'd dug out of the hamper to do it," he said, blushing 
beet red.  Julia and I started laughing hysterically, and I couldn't 
get the image of a preteen Brad rubbing his stiffy in his sister's 
cotton panties out of my mind. 
 
"I'm sorry for laughing, Brad.  That's just too funny," I said. 
 
"So, what happened next?" Julia asked, leaning forward in her seat.  I 
was eager to know as well.  But before Brad could continue, I skinned 
off my panties and wrapped them around his penis, stroking him with 
the soft cotton. 
 
"Feel familiar? I asked, making Julia laugh and Brad blush again.  
Even though he was embarrassed, he began to grow hard in my hand. 
 
"That feels good," he said, putting his arm around me.  "Anyway, she 
took the panties from me and threw them back in the hamper, and she 
brought me into her room and had me take off the rest of my clothes." 
 
"You weren't wearing pants?" I asked. 
 
"No, just shoes and a shirt.  Anyway, I'm naked on her bed and she 
starts to dress me up." 
 
"In her clothes?"  I asked, stroking him faster. 
 
"Yeah." 
 
"What did she make you wear, dear?" Julia asked. 
 
"An old dress of hers," he said. 
 
"That's all?" I asked.  "No panties?" 
 
"Yes, panties, too."  Brad gasped as I tightened my grip on his penis, 
sliding my panties along his shaft. 
 
"And a bra, dear?" Julia asked.  She'd shed her robe and sat on the 
couch next to Brad, placing her hand on his thigh. 
 
"One of her old training bras," he said through clenched teeth. 
 
"Then what happened?" I asked. 
 
"She began to rub me through the panties.  They felt so soft, so good.  
And then..." 
 
"And then?"  I knelt between his thighs and began to stroke him 
faster, cupping his balls with my other hand. 
 
"She pulled them down and started sucking me," he said.  Suddenly he 
groaned, his cock twitched in my hand, and he began to spurt his hot 
cum in my panties.  Brad relaxed against the back of the couch, and I 
unwrapped the panties from his softening cock, leaning down to clean 
his sticky penis with my tongue.  The panties were soaked with his 
semen, but I put them back on and sat in his lap. 
 
"Did she do that often?" I asked. 
 
"Almost every day until I was twelve.  Then I started boarding 
school." 
 
I looked at Julia, getting a knowing smile and a nod in return. 
 
"Come," I said, getting up from Brad's lap and holding out my hand. 
 
"You're not going to tie me up again, are you?" he asked, slowly 
getting up off the couch. 
 
"No, dear," Julia said.  "We're going to play dress-up." 
 
"No way," he said, digging his heels into the living room rug. 
 
"Come on," I pleaded, "It'll be fun." 
 
"No fucking way," he repeated.  "And you haven't told me about your 
brothers." 
 
"I'll tell you if you let us dress you up," I said.  "I promise." 
 
Brad relented, letting us take him upstairs.  Instead of going 
straight to Julia's bedroom, we steered him into the bathroom.  I 
started to fill the bathtub with warm water while Julia put a fresh 
blade in her razor. 
 
"What are you doing with that?" Brad shouted. 
 
"Relax, baby.  We just want your skin to be nice and smooth," I said. 
 
"It's not going to grow back in time for school!" he protested. 
 
"Your body hair is so sparse and blond that no one will notice," Julia 
said. 
 
Brad resigned himself to his fate, letting us bathe him and shave his 
legs, his underarms, and even his crotch and the downy hairs around 
his nipples.  By the time we'd finished shaving him, drying him off, 
and moisturizing his skin, he was erect and throbbing. 
 
While Julia took Brad into her bedroom, I went into the guest room and 
stripped off the cum-soaked cotton panties I'd been wearing, changing 
into a lacy white bra and panty set that Julia had bought me.  After 
I'd wrapped the garter belt around my waist and fastened the tabs to a 
pair of sheer white stockings, I joined them. 
 
Julia had sat Brad down at her makeup table and was brushing out his 
shoulder-length blond hair. 
 
"You have such wonderfully delicate features," she said.  "You're 
going to look just like your sister." 
 
"What do you think, Julia?" I asked, rummaging through her underwear 
drawer and holding up a pair of pink satin briefs. 
 
"They'll look lovely on him, Annie.  There's a matching bra somewhere 
in there." 
 
Brad sat quietly as Julia did his face, applying just enough makeup to 
transform him into a pretty young woman without making him look like a 
slut.  I helped him into the pretty pink panties and bra, brushing 
against his satin-clad cock, feeling it grow inside the briefs.  Julia 
shrugged off her robe and donned a black lace bra and matching 
panties, and helped me stuff nylons in Brad's bra, giving him a 
simulated b-cup. 
 
"It's almost too pretty to hide under a dress," she said after we'd 
rolled stockings up his legs and fastened them to his garter belt.  
The only problem was that his feet were too big for any of Julia's 
heels, but we weren't going anywhere on this rainy day, except to bed. 
 
"How does that feel?" I asked him as I ran my hands over his stocking 
clad thighs. 
 
"It feels...weird," he said.  He was still hard inside his panties, 
and there was a small spot of wetness on the shiny satin from his 
precum. 
 
"Good weird or bad weird?" I asked, pulling down the waistband of his 
panties, freeing his cock, and stroking it. 
 
"Good weird," he said. 
 
I sat him down on the bed and knelt between his legs, guiding his 
hardness into my mouth, making him gasp as I slowly sucked it.  Julia 
sat next to him and ran her hands over his smooth skin, leaning over 
to press her lips against his, smearing the lipstick she'd just 
applied on him. 
 
"Help me with this," I asked Julia.  She kneeled next to me and helped 
me pull Brad's panties down a bit further, revealing his freshly 
shaved balls.  While she licked and sucked his veiny shaft, I took his 
soft sac in my mouth, gently tonguing it. 
 
"Ungh!  Don't stop...don't stop," he said when I looked up to see if 
he was enjoying this.  Julia and I took turns with his cock and balls, 
swapping his glistening shaft between our mouths.  I was swirling my 
tongue over his glans and Julia was sucking his nuts when he groaned 
and erupted in my mouth, his sweet cum sliding down my throat as he 
shuddered.  After I released him from my lips, Julia and I kissed, 
swapping the remnants of his offering from tongue to tongue.  Brad sat 
up and watched us, gently grazing the back of my neck with his 
fingertips, making me shiver. 
 
"You promised to tell me about you and your brothers," he said, 
leaning over to kiss us both. 
 
"Okay," I said.  "Let's get lunch started and I'll tell you." 
 
Julia and I helped Brad up from the bed, pulling his panties back up 
over his flaccid cock.  I gave him a playful slap on the fanny as we 
went back downstairs for lunch. 
 
"Okay, so what about your brothers?" he asked, picking at his salad. 
 
"Well, it started when my best friend found some porno magazines in 
her mother's closet," I said.  I began to recount my earliest 
experiences with Luci, the magazines, the vibrator, the marriage 
manual her mother had, the first time we'd kissed. 
 
"What's that got to do with...?" Brad asked. 
 
"I'm getting to that," I said.  I explained how I'd shown the 
magazines to Del and Paco, how they'd jerk off every night in bed, and 
the time I had Del translate the captions in the Spanish language one. 
 
"You shared a room with them?" he asked. 
 
"Yes," I replied.  I continued my story, recalling the first time we'd 
touched each other, the time Luci licked Paco's stiffy, the first time 
I'd sucked them, all the things Luci and I did together, and the gifts 
she'd given me when she moved away: the marriage manual and the sex 
toys her mother had thrown out.  My voice wavered as I recalled that 
last part and a lump began to form in my throat. 
 
"You still miss her, don't you," Julia said, reaching for my hand.  
I'd told her most of these things, but never in such great detail. 
 
"Yes, I do," I said.  "Tina, too." 
 
"Who's Tina?" Brad asked. 
 
"I'm getting to that," I said. 
 
I told them about the hole in the closet, how we'd watched our parents 
make love, and the first time my brothers had fucked me.  Brad and 
Julia listened quietly as I talked about Tina and how we'd almost been 
caught on her bed.  After I recalled how she and I would fool around 
with my brothers, my voice caught in my throat again. 
 
"That's when my mother was killed," I said, swallowing hard. 
 
"I'm sorry," Brad said.  He leaned across the table and kissed away 
the tear that fell from the corner of my eye.  Julia squeezed my hand 
again and I continued. 
 
"Then I started to go to my papi's room at night and crawl into bed 
with him," I said.  "He was so sad after my mother died.  I wanted to 
make him feel better." 
 
"Your stepfather?" Brad asked,  "Did you...?" 
 
"Not at first.  I'd suck him and then go back to my room and get into 
bed with Del and Paco.  It wasn't until late last year, after I turned 
thirteen." 
 
"Wow," he said.  "I've seen my parents do it dozens of times, all 
those parties, you know?  I never thought about..." 
 
"I bet you think I'm a real slut," I said. 
 
"No," he replied, reaching for my hand. 
 
"Annie is an angel of mercy," Julia said, softly. 
 
I sat quietly at the table, holding both their hands, listening to the 
pouring rain. 
 
"Why don't you two go upstairs.  I'll take care of the dishes," Julia 
said, breaking the silence.  Brad got up and took me by the hand, 
leading me up the stairs. 
 
"Help me wash this stuff off," he said, heading for the bathroom.  We 
scrubbed the makeup off his face and I helped him out of the pink 
lingerie he'd been wearing.  We headed for the guest room and Brad 
gently laid me on the bed and kissed me. 
 
"What a weird life you've had," he whispered. 
 
"I know.  I wonder what a normal life is sometimes," I said, unhooking 
my bra so Brad could kiss and fondle my breasts. 
 
"I couldn't tell you," he said, making me laugh for the first time 
since before lunch.  I put my arms around him and held him, running my 
hands over his smooth skin. 
 
"I wish you didn't have to leave," I whispered. 
 
"Me neither.  It'd be cool to have you as a neighbor or something." 
 
"Or a sister?" I said, laughing. 
 
"Yeah," he replied, "That would be nice."  He began to suckle my 
breasts, his hands roaming over my body, caressing my thighs, brushing 
against the crotch of my panties.  He tugged at them, pulling them 
down over my thighs and off my legs, exposing my sex.  Brad laid on 
top of me, his hardness pressing against my cleft, and I wrapped my 
stocking-clad legs around him, pulling him closer. 
 
"Do me slowly," I whispered, reaching down to press the tip of his 
cock against my wet slit.  He slipped inside me easily, making me gasp 
as his hard tool slowly wormed its way into my pussy.  I held his 
hips, trying to keep his thrusts from speeding up.  He controlled 
himself well, plunging into me with slow, even strokes, planting a 
bouquet of kisses on my neck and shoulders as he fucked me.  I looked 
up at him, seeing affection in his eyes as he pressed his lips against 
mine. 
 
"So beautiful," he whispered.  I pulled him closer, seeking his lips 
again.  The kiss lit a fire within me, a kernel of pleasure that 
started between my legs and radiated outward, making my toes curl and 
my fingers tingle.  I let go of his hips, allowing him to pick up the 
pace of his strokes ever so slightly, making that kernel of pleasure 
expand until it took over all of my senses.  I felt nothing and 
everything, as if the bed had disappeared from under me and the rain 
had stopped and nothing in the world was left but my pussy and Brad's 
veiny shaft pumping in and out. 
 
As I began to convulse under him, Brad began to pound me faster, 
seeking his own release, to join me in my ecstasy.  I wrapped my legs 
around him tighter, my heels digging into his thighs, urging him to 
possess me completely, totally.  I began to take short, shallow 
breaths, growing dizzy and lightheaded as my climax washed over me, 
nearly passing out from the intensity.   
 
Brad's strokes matched the rhythm of my breathing, his hardness 
pounding my spasming pussy with quick, even thrusts.  Suddenly he 
lurched deep inside me, his cock twitching and pulsing as he came, 
filling my slit with his hot semen.  A sensation of warmth spread 
through my whole body and I relaxed, letting the world, the bed, the 
rain flood back into my senses. 
 
"Ow," Brad said when I squeezed his cock with my cunny. 
 
"What's wrong?" I asked. 
 
"Feels sore," he said.  "I think it's my turn to be all fucked out." 
 
"Poor baby," I cooed, kissing him again.  "I'll let you rest for a 
while."  He slowly pulled out of me, and lay next to me, gathering me 
in his arms and holding me from behind.  We nestled like spoons and 
fell asleep, lulled by the sound of the falling rain. 
 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
"Wake up, Annie."  Julia sat on the edge of the bed and kissed me 
again.  "It's almost five." 
 
I sat up in bed.  The rain had stopped and the sun had come out, 
golden rays piercing the dark clouds. 
 
"I don't have to check in with Ramon," I said, rubbing the sleep from 
my eyes.  "They'll be back tomorrow." 
 
"Oh, good," she said.  "Do you want to nap some more?" 
 
I shook my head and looked over at Brad, still asleep next to me.  I 
wanted to make the most of the time we had left together. 
 
"Okay, I'm going to start dinner," Julia said, kissing me again and 
walking out of the room.  I looked over at Brad again, sound asleep on 
his back, his flaccid penis laying across his thigh.  I crawled around 
on the bed and lowered my face into his lap, sucking the head of his 
cock into my mouth.  He stirred but didn't wake up as his flesh 
hardened between my lips.  I sucked him quietly, gently, mindful of 
the soreness that followed our last coupling. 
 
"Annie," he whispered, his hand caressing my cheek as I looked up at 
him.  I tried to smile with a mouthful of meat, making him laugh as he 
began to wake up. 
 
"Still sore?" I asked, pulling his cock from my lips. 
 
"Just a bit," he said. 
 
"I'll be gentle, then," I said, straddling his hips and guiding his 
glistening pole inside me.  I settled down on it and lay on top of 
him, seeking his lips with my own, slowly grinding my hips against 
his.  Brad cupped my breasts while we kissed, his fingers circling my 
areolas and making my nipples emerge.  His hands roamed over my body 
as we slowly coupled, down my back, cupping my bottom, caressing my 
thighs, and coming to rest on my hips.  He slipped his fingers under 
my lacy garter belt, regulating my movements as I humped his stiff 
prick. 
 
"Slow down, Annie," he whispered.  "Make it last." 
 
I kissed him again and let him guide my hips up and down on his pole, 
even though I was on top.  Though I wanted to feel him pound me fast 
and hard, forcing myself to keep to a slow, steady pace created a 
delicious tension.  I swiveled my hips, stirring my pussy with his 
cock like a wooden spoon in a saucepan, feeling every vein and ridge 
in his shaft as it glided in and out of my slit. 
 
Brad bucked his hips up off the bed, plunging his cock deep inside me 
and making me gasp.  He squeezed my bottom as he began to take control 
of our movements, and the tension I'd felt melted into a wave of 
pleasure that coursed through my veins.  I closed my eyes to savor 
this feeling and felt Brad's lips on my breast, his tongue flicking 
over my engorged nipple.  My climax began to build, finally breaking 
like an ocean wave when I felt him probing my bottom with his finger.  
As I began to convulse on top of him, he released my nipple from my 
mouth, planting a hard kiss on my neck as I shuddered against his 
chest. 
 
Brad's finger pushed deeper inside my bottom, making my pussy tighten 
around his cock, extending the length of my orgasm.  I felt him start 
to twitch inside me, but he didn't come; he just kept rocking his hips 
back and forth. 
 
"Come for me," I whispered. 
 
"I don't know if I can," he said. 
 
"What's wrong?" 
 
"I'm a bit numb," he replied.  "It happens sometimes." 
 
"Should I finish you with my mouth?" 
 
"I don't know if that'll do it." 
 
"What about my ass?" I asked. 
 
"We could try," he said. 
 
I pulled myself off of his pole, and it popped out of me with a 
squishing sound.  I'd gotten really wet while we were fucking, and his 
cock was glistening with my juices.  I positioned myself on my hands 
and knees, presenting my ass to Brad while he kneeled behind me on the 
bed. 
 
"Lube?" he asked. 
 
"Just do it," I said.  "I want you in my ass." 
 
I expected to feel his cock press against my tight hole, but I felt 
something softer and wetter: Brad was licking me first, his tongue 
probing my bottom, moistening me for his spear.  I gasped as an 
orgasmic aftershock passed through my body, having barely come down 
from my climax.  Reaching under my belly, I rubbed my swollen clit as 
Brad pressed the tip of his cock against my anus. 
 
"Ready?" he asked.  I nodded, feeling his hardness penetrate my tight 
little hole.  He pushed inside me slowly, mindful of any sign of 
discomfort.  Despite the lack of lubricant, it felt wonderful as his 
cock impaled me, and I pushed back against his hips, eager to feel his 
manhood fill my bottom. 
 
It felt exquisite, a delightful friction as his firm penis wormed into 
my ass.  Brad held me by the waist, working his cock in and out of my 
bottom with slow, steady strokes.  I clenched my muscle against his 
tool, trying to augment his pleasure, wanting to feel him come inside 
me.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julia standing in the open 
doorway, watching as Brad took me from behind. 
 
"You look a little dry, sweetie," she said, walking over to the bed.  
"Should I get some oil?" 
 
"A little bit might feel good," I said, wiggling my bottom as Brad 
impaled me with his cock.  Julia reached into the bedside drawer and 
pulled out a bottle of baby oil, squirting some on Brad's pistoning 
tool.  The friction diminished somewhat, but not the pleasure as 
Brad's cock began to slide inside me easier.  Julia sat on the bed 
next to us and poured some oil on her palm, reaching beneath me to 
massage my breasts and belly.  Between her caresses and Brad's cock in 
my bottom, I began to come again, my moans rising to a crescendo as 
Julia's oily fingers found my swollen clitty. 
 
I looked over my shoulder and saw that Julia was caressing Brad as 
well, cupping his buns as they tensed and relaxed with his thrusts.  
She must have done something -- I couldn't see what -- because all of 
a sudden Brad gasped, let out a little grunt, and his cock began to 
twitch and spurt inside me.  I pushed back against his hips one last 
time, feeling his hardness fill my hungry ass as Brad collapsed on my 
back, kissing my neck and shoulders. 
 
"You've got time to clean up in the shower before dinner," Julia said, 
leaning in to kiss both of us on the cheek.  She gave my breast a 
gentle squeeze with her oily fingers before getting up and heading 
back downstairs. 
 
I wanted Brad to stay inside me, but we were covered with baby oil.  
Brad pulled out of my bottom and I felt a trickle of semen start to 
ooze out of me, dripping down my thigh.  We headed for the bathroom 
and washed off the lubricant in the shower, lathering each other up 
with plenty of soap and warm water.  After drying off we got dressed, 
just panties for me, a pair of boxers for Brad. 
 
Julia had made chicken cordon bleu for dinner, with a dry white wine 
to accompany the rich meal.  She insisted on serving us when we 
offered to help, so Brad and I sat at the table and played footsie 
while we sipped our wine.  After dinner we persuaded her to let us 
clean up, and I found out what a pain in the ass it is to get chicken 
cordon bleu out of a baking dish. 
 
"All done?" Julia asked.  She'd been sitting in the living room, 
reading and sipping her wine. 
 
"Yes, ma'am," Brad said. 
 
"Come with us," I said, taking her hand. 
 
Julia stood up and I led her upstairs, Brad close behind us carrying 
the bottle of wine.  We entered her bedroom, and as I embraced and 
kissed her, Brad unhooked her bra while I freed her perfect breasts 
from their lacy confines.  He held her from behind while I kissed her 
and caressed her breasts. 
 
"The last three days have been wonderful," I said.  "We'd like to 
thank you for all you've done for us." 
 
"Oh, Annie," she said, kissing me again.  "Seeing you happy has been 
its own reward." 
 
"You're so sweet," I whispered.  Brad and I led her to the bed and 
gently laid her down, quickly skinning off our undies.  He gave her a 
passionate kiss as I pulled her lacy black panties down and off her 
legs and climbed into bed next to her.  With Brad on the other side of 
Julia, we took turns kissing her, suckling her nipples, caressing her 
flat belly and the curve of her hips.  Julia gasped with delight as I 
planted a trail of kisses down her body, lightly grazing her thighs 
with my fingertips as I slowly parted them. 
 
"Oh, Annie," she whispered as I homed in on her sex, parting the 
petals of her flower as my tongue found her clit.  Brad concentrated 
on her breasts, fondling them as he sucked her pebbly nipples, while I 
glued my mouth to her sweet pussy, probing her slit with my fingers 
and lashing her clit with my tongue.  I could feel Julia's thighs 
begin to shake and quiver as her pleasure mounted, knowing her climax 
was approaching as her juices began to flow around my fingers. 
 
When she started to moan I looked up from between her legs.  Brad's 
head blocked my view of her face as he continued to ravish her 
breasts, but I could see that she'd reached under his belly and was 
gently  stroking his beautiful cock, making it twitch against her 
fingers.  She reached for his hairless balls, cupping them in her hand 
and gently squeezing them. 
 
I concentrated on Julia's clit, alternately circling it with my 
tongue, swirling over it directly, and then sucking it like a tiny 
penis, making it swell from its hood and gleam like a pearl.  As her 
pleasure began to build, Julia's hips started to move back and forth, 
making her moist quim engulf and release my probing fingers.  When I 
pressed a wet finger against the brown bud below her flower, she began 
to convulse, her thighs clamping against my shoulders and her breasts 
heaving against Brad's busy lips.  He managed to hang on as she bucked 
and thrashed on the bed, clamping his mouth to one nipple as he cupped 
her other breast in his hand, ravishing her bosom as she came. 
 
I kept my mouth glued to her clit until I felt her hand on my cheek, 
gently pulling me up from between her legs, coaxing me to lay my head 
on her still-heaving belly.  I laid like that for a few minutes, 
listening to her breathing return to normal as she stroked my hair. 
 
"Thank you, Annie.  That was wonderful," she said.  "You too, Brad."  
Julia gave him a tender kiss and held him close to her breast.  His 
hard cock was pressing against her thigh, and I reached for it, gently 
stroking it.  Then I reached for Julia's hand and placed it on Brad's 
hardness, feeling her fingers curl around it. 
 
"I know what you're thinking, Annie," she sighed.  "But I can't." 
 
"It's been ten years, Julia," I said, looking into her eyes. 
 
"I know, I know.  But a promise..." 
 
"A promise you made to yourself," I reminded her.  Brad listened to 
this exchange with interest, even though he wasn't aware of what was 
at stake.  "Ten years," I repeated.  "Is it really any different than 
making love to me?" 
 
"I suppose you're right, Annie.  I'm just being stubborn," she said, 
caressing my cheek.  "Come on, Brad.  It's time to see if you've got 
anything left for me." 
 
Brad had the cutest expression of bewilderment on his face as I 
positioned him between Julia's legs and guided his hardness to the 
entrance of Julia's sex.  I kissed him and helped him enter her, 
watching as his beautiful cock disappeared into Julia's hungry slit. 
 
"It's been ten years since Julia's been with a man," I explained.  
"Show her what she's been missing."  He smiled and kissed me again as 
he began to rock his hips back and forth, moving his cock deeper 
inside Julia's sex with each stroke.  I laid down next to Julia, 
holding her by the shoulders as I caressed Brad's smooth back, 
watching the progress of his young cock as he filled Julia's hungry 
hole. 
 
"How does it feel?" I asked her, cupping her breast as Brad began to 
slowly thrust. 
 
"I've missed this so much," she gasped, "He feels wonderful inside 
me."  She hooked her hand behind Brad's neck and brought his lips to 
hers, kissing him passionately as he impaled her with his hard flesh. 
 
"Make her come, baby," I cooed, squeezing Julia's breast.  "Make her 
come for me."  Brad smiled as he pumped Julia's hungry sex, leaning 
over to kiss me. 
 
Julia turned her head and took one of my nipples in her mouth, 
greedily sucking it as I watched her pussy engulf Brad's hard cock.  
It was such an arousing sight to see his beautiful penis, glistening 
with her juices, pistoning in and out of her luscious slit.  I reached 
between my legs and felt my own heat and wetness, my pearly clit 
swollen with lust and delight. 
 
As Julia and Brad coupled, their hips rocking against each other and 
making the bed squeak, I reached into the bedside table and found 
Julia's strap-on.  The pink plastic was cold and dry, but that was 
nothing a bit of sucking couldn't fix.  I slipped the tip into my 
mouth and began to lick it, making it slippery and wet with my saliva. 
 
"Annie...let me...suck..." Julia gasped.  I pulled the pink plastic 
phallus from my mouth and placed it at her lips.  She took it into her 
mouth, closing her eyes and sucking on it while Brad pumped her messy 
snatch.  When the plastic toy was wet enough, I pulled it from Julia's 
hungry mouth and kissed her as I guided the tip into my wet pussy, 
slowly pressing it inward until it filled me completely. 
 
I began to fuck myself with the strap-on, trying to match Brad and 
Julia's rhythm, hoping to bring myself off at the same time.  The 
plastic toy lacked the feel of Brad's lovely cock, but the size and 
prominence of its veiny shaft made up for that to a degree.  I pumped 
it in and out of my slit, wishing that there was some way that Brad 
could fuck both of us at the same time. 
 
Julia saw what I was doing and smiled, turning her head to take my 
nipple in her mouth again.  She sucked my breast, lightly grazing my 
areola with her teeth and sending a delightful chill down my spine.  I 
could feel gooseflesh rising on my arms and thighs and I gripped the 
dildo tighter, plunging it into me faster, hoping to catch up with 
them. 
 
Alas, I had started too late.  Julia's moans get louder and louder, 
building up to a scream of pleasure that forced her to release my 
nipple from her lips.  She clung to me with one arm, bringing Brad's 
head down to her heaving bosom with the other, and I felt her whole 
body tense and relax as she came. 
 
Brad's hips began to slow, but he didn't stop thrusting and he didn't 
seem close to his release.  I wondered if he was getting sore from all 
the screwing we'd done over the last three days. 
 
"Come for me, Brad," Julia urged. 
 
"I don't think I can," he said. 
 
"Are you...?" I asked. 
 
"Yeah, I think I'm numb again," he said.  I looked down at his cock as 
it disappeared between Julia's legs; it was starting to turn red as if 
it was sunburned. 
 
"Would you like to come in my ass?" I asked him. 
 
"Yeah," he said, smiling. 
 
"Wait," Julia said.  "Let's try this."  As Brad pulled his crimson 
cock from her pussy, she took the strap-on from me and knelt on the 
bed as I helped her harness it to her hips.  Then she laid down on her 
back again, the pink plastic phallus standing at attention.  As Brad 
applied lubricant to his sore cock, I straddled Julia's hips and 
impaled myself on the strap-on.  Julia began to move her hips, pulling 
me close so our breasts pressed together, her lips finding mine for a 
passionate kiss.  She reached down and grabbed my bottom as Brad 
climbed back into bed, spreading my cheeks to make his entry easier. 
 
I felt the greasy tip of Brad's penis press against my tight hole, 
forcing its way into my bottom.  He held me by the waist as he moved 
his hips back and forth with shallow strokes, worming his cock a 
little deeper into my ass with each thrust.  Soon he was fully inside 
me, holding on to my shoulders and gently kissing the back of my neck 
as he began to fuck my tender hole.  Julia matched his rhythm with the 
strap-on, grinding her hips against mine, filling my pussy with the 
thick pink phallus. 
 
"I can feel it...I can feel it moving inside you," Brad said, as the 
strap-on in my pussy pressed against the membrane that separated my 
two holes.  I loved this sensation, having two cocks inside me, even 
if one was artificial.  A real one would have been nice, but the 
feeling of Julia's breasts pressing against my own more than made up 
for it.  She and Brad held me between them, kissing and caressing me 
as they both fucked me.  I felt my pleasure begin to build, a wave of 
warmth spreading from my cunny and ass. 
 
"How's that feel, baby?" Julia asked. 
 
"Wonderful," I whispered.  "I'm gonna come...I'm gonna...ungh!" 
 
My climax surprised me, sneaking up and seizing my body, making me 
convulse with pleasure between their pumping bodies.  Brad held me 
tighter, moving his hips faster as he sought his own release.  Julia's 
hips moved with a purpose, the bumpy stub at the other end of the 
strap-on grinding against her clit as she undulated beneath me.  She 
squeezed my breasts, triggering a second orgasm, and making me clench 
my ass muscles around Brad's cock. 
 
Brad pumped my bottom even harder, every thrust of his hips pressing 
the other end of the strap-on against Julia's clit, bringing her to 
another climax under my trembling body.  The tightness of my ass and 
the sound of two women coming beneath him must have been too much even 
for his numb tool, and I heard him grunt loudly as he began to spurt 
his seed in my bottom, filling my belly with a spreading warmth.  He 
collapsed against my back, spent from all the exertion, the last drops 
of semen left in his balls dribbling from his tool. 
 
We lay like that for a while, perspiration cooling on our skin.  Brad 
pulled his softening cock from my bottom and I pulled myself off of 
Julia's strap-on, heading for the bathroom on rubbery legs to get a 
washcloth.  When I returned, Brad was helping Julia out of the strap-
on's harness, the pink plastic tool shining with my juices.  I gently 
cleaned Brad's cock and then my dripping ass and sticky thighs.  As 
Brad and I lay on either side of Julia, her arms around us, our hands 
caressing her soft skin, I thought it would have been nice for Brad to 
come in her pussy.  I really wanted to lick his sperm from her slit 
and taste the mixture of their juices. 
 
It was still early in the evening, and the rain was long gone, so we 
dressed and went into town for ice cream, sitting by the docks as we 
ate our treats.  The moon was full, leaving a silver trail that 
reflected on the water, a trail I hoped would lead Ramon safely back 
home.  Though the last three days with Brad had been heavenly, my papi 
and my stepbrothers were always in the back of my mind. 
 
Back at the house we had a couple of glasses of wine and then went to 
bed.  Julia came into the guest room and gave us both good night 
kisses before heading off to her bedroom, leaving me and Brad alone on 
our last night together.  After we turned out the lights, he held me 
from behind, his arms around me, kissing the back of my neck. 
 
"I'm going to miss you," he whispered. 
 
"I'll miss you, too.  You'll write me, won't you?" 
 
"I promise," he said. 
 
Contented, I closed my eyes and fell asleep in his loving arms. 
 
 

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