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Title: 	Anna's Story Chapter Seven
Author:  Paco Andante
Keywords: mF hand titfuck facial oral Fsolo

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     Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to
reality is completely accidental.  Be warned that this story may
involve explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some
that may be considered off the beaten track.  Do not read this story
if you believe fictional stories should not depict unusual situations,
are less than the age of consent in your social group or if such
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     Batteries and Kleenex not included.

	Anna's Story
	Paco Andante
	
	Chapter seven (of Nine)
	5883 words

She was in turmoil. She felt guilty for having allowed such a
transgression of her usual "acceptable" behavior, and blamed her
perverse mood brought on by the afternoon's events for allowing such a
thing to occur. And with a boy so young! Why had she allowed him to
fondle her in such a blatant manner? And in circumstances where
discovery was so near? Why had she signaled him as she started up the
stairs? And if she didn't really want to continue the adventure, why
had she left the door to her room ajar? Why had she turned only a low
lamp on? She should have simply taken care of her own needs, in
privacy, behind a locked door. Yet at the same time, she felt an
elation, an exquisite thrill.

The events of the afternoon and evening replayed themselves over in her
mind, and even now, her breasts tingled with the remembered tender
mauling they had received. Even though she felt horrified to have been
involved in such a blatant act, her nipples were still poking out,
dimpling the cloth of the gypsy top. And there was a curious tingling
in her belly. Agitated, she alternately sat and paced the floor, though
she didn't know whether it was in anticipation of the young man's
appearance at her door or in dread of it.

"Is he coming, or has he chickened out?" she asked herself, wondering
which she preferred.

Twice, as she paced, she went to the door meaning to shut and lock it,
but did not. The tingling in her belly and breasts grew perversely
stronger with each minute of waiting.

After what seemed to her like an hour or more, but could only have been
a few minutes, she heard the approach of footsteps in the hall.
Quickly, she seated herself at the foot of the bed and struck a
devil-may-care pose, arranging the blouse high on one shoulder and very
much off the other.

Without knocking or otherwise announcing his entrance,
thirteen-year-old Peti pushed the door open and stepped in. He stood a
moment at the portal, drinking in the sight of her, the tented front of
his shorts giving evidence of his continued arousal.

"Well, come in or leave, but close the door either way," Anna heard her
voice say.

The youngster grinned and stepped inside, closing and locking the door.
He could not believe that she had actually invited him into her room!
And that he was alone behind a locked door with such a beautiful woman,
a woman whose delectable tits he had so recently been holding and
squeezing.  Was it, in fact as the porn sites implied, that all things
were possible to the bold?

"So, how did you like seeing my boobs this afternoon?" Anna whispered,
hardly believing that she had asked it.

"Uh, you mean you knew I was watching?"

"Oh, yes. And judging from what happened downstairs, I'd guess you
liked them."

"Well, yeah! You've got real nice jugs."

"Thanks, I think."

Peti was losing his anxiety and stepped away from the door, but Anna
was flushed and conflicted, even though she had opened the
conversation.

"I really want to see them again, but up close," he said, eagerly
stepping further into the room.

"Do you, now?"

He stepped closer to where she sat, and nodded, placing a hand on her
bare shoulder.

She hesitated, her sense of propriety and decency at war with a
shockingly strong feeling of pride and arousal at what he was
suggesting. Then her libidinous side won out, and almost casually, she
pulled the little top up. For just a moment her mounds caught on the
elastic bottom, then they fell free and jiggled as she drew the cloth
over her head. Peti's eyes became large behind his glasses, as did the
bulge in his shorts, as Anna tossed the top away and thrust her chest
forward.

"Those knockers are really great!" he breathed. "They look even better
up close!"

All the lustful feelings that she had been trying so hard to deny
surged up, and the outcome of it was that her attitude became one of
surrender, of powerlessness, helplessness to do anything but to submit
passively. She sat, naked from the waist up, gazing up at him as he
gazed down at her tits.

"So nice," he breathed after a while, and sat on the bed next to her.

At first Anna thought he would be satisfied with that, since he only
sat and stared at her. But then he reached out and cupped one of her
boobs in his hand.

"So very nice,"he added, savoring its texture.

It seemed to her that he might leave it at that. He, however,
immediately burst the facade of social conformity by asking her for
more.

"You've got super jugs and your whole body looks great. I want to see
more, not just these nice tits. Show me all of you naked."

"Oh no. I couldn't." she murmured.

Anna was outraged at his forwardness, but underneath was a shockingly
strong feeling of arousal at the image of what he was suggesting.

"Oh? And why not? No one needs to know. We're alone. And I know you
want to show me everything. After the way you showed your titties this
afternoon... knowing I was watching."

"That was different!" she maintained.

The young man flashed a knowing smile and continued to fondle her
breast. And not just fondle; he captured an already-distended nipple
between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth. Anna
gasped, for it felt as though a hot brand had been thrust, not merely
into her bosom, but also into her middle. The "acceptable" Anna, by now
a diminishing part of her, wanted to protest this treatment, to tell
him to leave and have done with it. But at the same time, she was
enveloped in the already familiar conflict with a shockingly strong
feeling of lustful arousal.

"Was it?" he whispered, drawing the nipple out, stretching her breast.
"Then what about downstairs?"

His other hand had begun sliding over her back, feeling the silky
smoothness of her skin. His touch felt cool, soothing, yet full of
excitement. She found her own hand migrating toward her other breast.
His wandering hand reached around her to clutch the other tit, his arm
maintaining intimate and possessive contact with her shoulders and
back.  And as that hand began to squeeze its prize, her hand moved to
overlay his, and even helped to tighten his grasp.

"No," she whispered.

But she didn't herself know whether it was denial of the act being
performed, or revocation of her previous statement. Anna thrilled,
thrilled at the "smuttiness" of what he was doing, thrilling exactly
because it was so smutty, and that she was allowing it.

Seated as they were, the difference in their height was minimized, the
difference in ages cloaked, and it seemed to her almost that she had
become the little girl and he the man in charge. She felt thrillingly
powerless, and surrendering to this surge of lust, she mumbled
acceptance of his suggestion; "Yes, OK. I'll show you what you want-
all of me."

She stood then, to face him. The young man released her and sat back to
watch, himself awe-struck by what was happening. She drew the ends of
the palazzo's soft knotted belt open, and twirled them for a moment.
Then she caught the waistband of the diaphanous blue trousers with her
thumbs, slowly drawing them down over her hips and allowing them to
fall to the floor. Clad only in her panties, she demurely squatted to
retrieve the cloth and then stood, turning to place it on the nearby
chair.

"That's a great ass you have, too," he commented. "But don't stop
there!"

Still half-turned away from the bed, the slender blonde teased her
panties part way over her rear cheeks, but smiling coyly, drew them
back up, a sudden sluttish urge overtaking her. She looked over her
shoulder.

"And what about you?" she asked demurely, but with a gleam in her eyes.
"Am I to get naked while you still have all your clothes on?"

Without a word of answer, the young man shucked off both T-shirt and
shorts. As he pulled off the shorts his erection snapped up from his
sparse patch of curly black hair. He carelessly tossed the clothes to
the floor.

"So, 'zat better?" he grinned.

Still standing half-turned, Anna was again overtaken by her internal
struggle, since she was fully aware that her recent trimming had left
very little of her bush to hide the tender folds of her sex. But she
made a show of slowly drawing her panties down over her rounded butt
and stepping out of them. Then, despite her rapidly beating heart, she
made a slow turn to face the youngster lounging on her bed. And with
that the "socially acceptable" Anna was trodden under, ridden down by
the twin horsemen of carnality and forbidden adventure.

"Awesome," he quipped, "come closer."

Anna ambled to stand over him, her hips swaying in a sultry fashion.
His geeky eyeglasses at the level of her navel, he looked her up and
down as she stood, her legs immodesty apart and her hands behind her
back. Anna felt a surge of lasciviousness at his close inspection. She
felt both sullied and elated, both shamed and exalted, vulnerable and
powerful at the same time.

The three white triangles that adorned her otherwise tanned body, one
on each of her breasts, the other at her mount of Venus, commanded
Peti's riveted stare as his eyes cycled between them. Though he had
scanned many photos and viewed numbers of videos on his porn-site
adventures, never had he seen a live, beautiful, naked woman. Though he
knew how women were built, he had never gazed directly at the intimate
morsel now so close before his eyes. Never had he inhaled the musky
female fragrance that now incited him to Himalayan levels of lust.

"You're really something else. Turn around, slowly," he said.

As the vanishing remnant of the "respectable" Anna silently howled in
outrage, she turned, slowly revealing all of her body to his regard.
She could almost feel his staring eyes as they examined every inch of
her. Although her conventional side was repelled, she nonetheless was
excited and aroused by his attention. So when she had turned to face
away from him and he commanded that she bend over, she complied.

"Oh, how disgusting," her now nearly silent self thought. "I'm letting
him look right at my most private parts! All of them, even my rear
opening! Like those awful women whose pictures are on those degrading
web sites. Now I am just like one of them."

Yet her body seemed not to agree. The excitement in her breasts and
belly only grew stronger the more she allowed herself to submit to his
demands. To her mortification, but at the same time experiencing a
randy, exhibitionist pleasure, she felt his hands caressing the peaches
of her behind, massaging and squeezing them for what seemed a long
while. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs. She began
to get a bit light-headed, standing like that.

"I just knew you'd look fabulous all over," he said.

Then, at his command, she straightened and continued her pirouette,
facing him once more. And right there before her, where she could no
longer ignore it, stood his cock! She had expected it to be small and
immature looking, even after having seen the bulge in his trousers
earlier and after seeing it snap up as he shucked off his short pants
before. But now, seen so close up, it was indeed adult-looking. Though
not large, about one and three quarter hand-breadths long but
respectably thick and firm. The very tip of the bulging head was
exposed.

His hands had remained on her as she turned, running over her hips, and
now venturing to her thighs, first caressing them on their outsides,
delighting in their smoothness. Then his hands ventured to the insides
of her thighs, running up and down them, bringing even greater tingles
to her core. The sensation was both stimulating and somehow
humiliating, with one so young and nearly a stranger as its cause. Yet
she didn't object, not even when one hand moved to cup and caress the
swollen damp lips of her womanhood. In fact, to her own surprise, she
widened her stance to allow him easier access.

His other hand grasped his own sex and drew the foreskin back,
revealing the corona. It seemed to Anna both entrancing and ominous.
She watched mutely as he slowly stroked the shaft.

"Do you like this?" he whispered, holding it out toward her.

"It's... nice," she heard herself say.

"Why don't you hold it? Wrap your hand around it?"

Anna felt no love or romantic inclination toward this young man, so she
could not vindicate her actions on the basis of such feelings. But she
found herself bending down, her hand reaching down to enclose the warm
cylinder of flesh that he offered her. But despite the lack of such
feelings- or perhaps because of it- she felt a thrill course from her
hand into her body.

She was uncomfortable bent over, so she knelt down between his spread
knees. Her other hand joined the first, and they mimicked the action of
his own hand, drawing the skin taught. As she knelt, the hand in
contact with her sex had to release it, and wandered to one of her
boobs instead.

"Like this?" she asked, innocently, though she knew quite well.

As she took firm hold of his member, he released it and grasped the
twin mounds adorning her chest with both hands and squeezed and pulled
on the nipples.

"Oh, that's good! I love those udders," he said breathlessly.

The "inner" Anna was outraged at his words. "Jugs" and "knockers" were
bad enough, but now "udders?" Was she then a cow? "They're not THAT
big," she thought.

Yet she didn't speak, didn't object, and repeatedly released then drew
back the foreskin, an action that brought forth a groan from him. Never
had anyone, let alone so attractive a woman, touched his erect manhood,
never had anyone held, fingered and teased it. And when a drop of
pre-fluid appeared, using a fingertip, Anna smeared it around the
crown. She felt the shaft move involuntarily as she did.

"Is that good?" she asked unnecessarily.

Then he moved forward on the bed and took his cock from her hands to
rub it against her boobs. He pressed the length of it against first
one, then the other, stroking it on their smoothness. Then, with the
exposed end of the head, poked at and glided around the nipples.
Grinning, he slapped his cock against her breasts, first gently, but
then with increasing force. When she looked up at him in surprise he
slapped his cock against her face and rubbed it on her cheek.

Rather than be revolted at this intimate and blatant act, Anna lifted
her breasts with her hands, presenting them almost like a gift to his
attentions. Then, when he slid to the edge of the bed to put his cock
between her tits, she took it and held it tightly against her
breastbone.

All Peti's knowledge of sexuality had been derived from watching porn
on the internet, and he had long dreamed of mimicking the acts he had
seen performed there. He had long wanted to rub his cock between a nice
pair of boobs, wanted it almost as badly as he wanted to bury it in a
warm, wet pussy. He began to thrust as he squeezed Anna's soft mounds
around his cock, watching in fascination as the head became hooded as
it retreated between them, then to reappear exposed and glistening.

"Oh, my God," he breathed. "How soft and silky they are."

She was reminded of her reaction on reading the first story in the book
she had selected yesterday; "I would never do that!" But here she was,
participating in acts she would have called degrading. But her hands
moved to replace his, squeezing her breasts around his cock, smiling
coquettishly at him as he took his pleasure between them.

Suddenly, with a moaning grunt, his cock, almost hidden in the valley
between her tits, was squirting, jets of seed flooding between her
tits. Anna could feel the pulsations of the shaft, watched the spasms
wrack his young body, felt the hot, viscous liquid deluge first her
breasts, then her neck as he jabbed the jetting appendage between her
hummocks. She felt an elation and a strange sense of both power and
powerlessness as he emptied onto her. Simultaneously she felt relief
that it was over and a sense of loss at his coming so soon.

After his last spurt and when his body ceased jerking, Anna released
his deflating cock and leaned back. She covered the sticky stuff on her
neck with her fingers and watched as his cock shriveled.

"God," he managed to whisper as his panting subsided, "That was so
amazing! You're such a good slut. I never thought..."

"You never thought what?"

"That I would... and that you..."

"Your fantasy come true?"

"Um."

There was a moment of silence, with the two regarding each other, each
lost in thought.

"You look so beautiful, especially with my cum all over your front."

She started to get up, reaching for a towel to wipe herself off.

"Leave it," he said, his voice low, trying to sound like the porn stars
he had seen, though the bravado was ruined by his voice cracking at the
end. But he went on regardless, "Don't you want more? Why don't you lie
down here?"

And his statement was not simply empty words, for with the resilience
and stamina of extreme youth, his cock was already rising. The part of
Anna that had been relieved was shocked at Peti's speed of recovery but
even more so that her "other half" was pleased. But she did as he
asked, getting on the bed on her side, the rivulets of his ejaculate
streaming down her neck glistening in the low lamplight like a
necklace. Grinning ear to ear, the youngster followed. He lay down on
his side facing her, his revitalizing erection flopping between them,
his ball-sack over his leg. He hugged her as his cock, aided by her
tickling it, became fully engorged once again.

He kissed her. At first his kisses were rough, no doubt influenced by
his porn viewing, but gradually softened and became more sensuous. The
tingle in her loins that had never completely subsided, grew once more.
Peti pressed his chest to hers and writhed against her breasts,
flattening them and pressing them back and forth with his hairless
chest, smearing the drying streaks of his semen on her chest over both
of them. She could feel runnels running around her neck and onto the
bed sheets.

"You looked so good out on that dock," he said, "I really liked
watching you lie there, wishing I could touch you. Roll over on your
tummy."

Again with some trepidation, she moved to comply. Anna felt suddenly
very vulnerable, her back and rump exposed, her legs wide, and her
hands not effectively able to prevent any actions she might not want.
With her legs apart as he knelt up between them, she felt as exposed as
she had when she had bent over before him, but now was unable to block
or evade any assault of his. But the compliant, submissive side of her
delighted in her condition.

"You got one great ass on you," he said, his hands running over and
squeezing her buns. How he had wanted to run his hands all over her!
None of his porn-watching experience came close to actually touching
her body everywhere.

Then the hands ran up her back, to her shoulders, massaging along her
spine, returning slowly to her waist, then back to her ass. The
manipulation felt good, even relaxing to her, and as his hands repeated
the trip she wondered how a person so young would have learned to work
such magic. Then Peti leaned forward, squeezed and spread her cheeks,
and then blew air directly onto her exposed anus. Anna's muscles
tightened involuntarily and she gasped an "Ooh!" of surprise. The
youngster chuckled. In spite of herself, she had to laugh at her own
reaction, and had to admit to herself that it had felt very erotic,
very erotic indeed.

His eyes and hands moved up the insides of her thighs. Her calves
lifted and spread, as though of their own accord, as his fingers began
to explore the mysteries at the juncture of her thighs. He spread her
open, gazing enraptured at what he saw, his fingers feeling the warm
dampness of her folds. Anna once more felt that strange mixture of
power and powerlessness; power since the young man was obviously
enraptured, powerlessness since she could not seem to deny his
impertinent scrutiny of her most intimate parts. But Anna found the
sensation both relaxing and erotic. Whether he intended that or was
simply enjoying her normally hidden delights, the exotic sensations
renewed that curious tingling in her center.

"I want to fuck you now," he asserted suddenly.

"No," she said with an air of authority she hadn't known she still
possessed, half turning to stare him down.

"No? Why not?" he croaked, sounding hurt.

"Because I'm not protected. And besides, you're too young. And most
important, because I don't want to."

Even though she had denied his wish, Anna's carnal side was dismayed to
see his erection, having risen to a fine hardness, begin to flag at her
words. Along with her unsatisfied arousal and the memory of how good it
had felt to be touched in such intimate ways, she wanted to see just
how far she might go in allowing him to dominate her, although she
wanted to remain short of the act itself.

"I'm sure you can think of other things," she whispered, reaching
behind her to caress his cock back to life before lying flat again.

But then he arranged his cock directly into the crevice between her
cheeks, and Anna had a moment of fear; she had denied him penetration
of her vagina, would he now attempt to invade her nether opening? She
was about to object when she felt him begin to stroke his cock up and
down in that valley, as he had between her breasts, with no hint of
attempted invasion. For a long while he simply rubbed his cock slowly
against her, while gently pressing and squeezing her peaches. Anna had
to admit to herself that the unusual sensation as he stroked the shaft
against her nether regions was thrilling.

Then he lay down full length on her back, his cock still between her
cheeks, and nuzzled her ear, whispering, "You feel so good, so good all
over. I love the feel of your skin."

As though to punctuate his words, he wriggled and squirmed over her
back. Despite feeling squashed, Anna noticed how profoundly aware of
his body she felt, writhing on her back. He resumed rubbing his cock
between her buttocks, its base now heaving against her anus, teasing
the most unusual and erotic sensations from it.

Then he rolled off her and sat up, saying, "But it's so hot looking at
you, your tits and stuff. Lemme see 'em."

She complied, rolling onto her side to face him again. He grinned and
unceremoniously grabbed her breasts. He lifted them, squeezed them,
massaged them, and rubbed his thumbs over her hard nipples. With one
hand still firmly mauling a breast, his other hand slipped along her
ribs, down to her hip, then rearward to grab a rear cheek, drawing her
to him.

Fearful that he might attempt to penetrate her in defiance of her
proscription, she hung onto his cock with one hand and sought his
dangling balls with the other. She gently kneaded his scrotum and this
proved to be a source of new pleasure for him. For quite some time he
gasped and quietly moaned his appreciation as she tickled, massaged and
carefully pulled on them while holding his cock to one side, out of the
way. He continued to knead both her tit and her ass, moaning his
delight at what she was doing.  She grasped his cock more firmly,
squeezing it in time to his squeezing of her.

He moved his hand from her backside to her front, cupping it over her
pussy. He began to rub, savoring the light bush of her hair, with
enthusiasm but with no skill, missing the best parts and giving her
only the mildest pleasure. He looked directly into her eyes, an
expectant look on his face as he slipped one finger into her warm
wetness. Perceiving that what he wanted was to see her come, she opened
her eyes up wide and gave a small grunt. Part of her wanted to educate
him, show him just how and where to stimulate her, but the "wicked"
part said, "let him learn with someone else."

He increased the pressure and speed of movement, still without skill,
but she rolled her head back and forth, mewling and twitching her body
in imitation of an orgasm.

He smiled in satisfaction and murmured, "Oh, yeah!"

When she smiled back at him, he knelt up and leaned back to allow her a
more direct grasp. She knit her fingers together and with the palms of
both hands massaged his throbbing member.

"Oh, God yes," he mumbled. "Kiss it!"

So she did. Pursing her lips, she kissed the tip, then licked all over
the corona, pushing the skin back with her lips. Gently, making her
lips soft and enveloping the head with them, she sucked it into her
mouth. She paused, laving the underside of the head and the roll of
skin behind it with her tongue. Then she withdrew slowly, drawing the
skin back over the head.

"Oh, that's so good! Don't stop!"

Holding the cock with two hands, she pulled on it, drawing the skin
even further out. Making her tongue into a point, she poked it into the
small tube his foreskin  made and ran her tongue onto the crown hidden
within. He gasped, and with her eyes on his, she ran her tongue into
the sheath and over the corona within. Then she opened her mouth and
captured the sheathed head with her lips and slowly drew back, ending
with the tube tip stretched between her lips and his shaft.

Words seem to have left him, for he only groaned his pleasure, his eyes
wide. Still holding his member in her hands, she knelt up and sat back
on her heels, then leaned forward to take him in her mouth once more.
As she did she pushed on the shaft with her hand, tightening the skin
and pushing the sheath with her lips until it had exposed the head,
then slowly engulfed more than half, touching it only with her lips,
then closing down, worrying it with the flat of her tongue.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, sending vibrations into his core.

She coated his throbbing erection with saliva. She took it out of her
mouth and rubbed the glistening, naked head against her cheek, and
against the side of her nose. She saw his eyes become lidded.

A soft, cool breeze suddenly entered the window. After the silken
warmth of her mouth, the cool on his wet shaft sent shivers up his
spine. She noticed, smiled and gently blew on it, bringing a groan from
his lips.

"Is that good?" she asked, unnecessarily, for his head was thrown back,
a groan of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

The dim light of the one lamp in her room threw erotic silhouettes onto
the wall as she plunged back onto him, encasing him in the warmth and
wetness of her mouth, tormenting him as she sucked her cheeks in
against it. She stroked it, sucked it, licked it from root to tip, and
tickled the head with the tip of her tongue. She kissed the tip of the
head and then ran her soft lips sideways over it. An observer might
think she was worshiping it.

"Oh, how wicked I am," she thought, enjoying every lick and touch.

Having already experienced release, he was able to last in defiance of
his youthful temperament, quietly moaning his pleasure as his cock
jerked and twitched with the extreme sensations of pleasure that she
gave him. Never had his hand, his only previous experience, felt so
good. His only thought, his only desire was for this experience to go
on and on.

She smiled up at him, holding his throbbing, hard cock in her hand, and
began to gently pump it.

But, even with her skillful and sensitive drawing his pleasure out, he
began to tremble uncontrollably. His need for release became immediate,
and at nearly the very last moment, he took his throbbing member from
her. Placing one hand behind her head, the other seeking to finish what
she had been doing, he commanded, "Hold still," his voice strained.

She held still, her eyes expectantly watching his member.

With a strangled cry, "Ah!" the first jet appeared. She flinched, but
it had already landed on her forehead, part of it in her hair, the tail
trailing down her nose. Another grunt, and the second spurt, even
larger than the first, cascaded against a closed eyelid, its force
surprising her. Her mouth opened to exclaim her surprise, and the third
jet took her square on the lips and tongue. It felt warm and tasted
salty. The fourth splattered her cheek, a part of its sticky mass
landing in her ear. The next took her on the chin, the trailing part
dribbling down her neck.

"Will he never stop?" she thought as more streams landed in her mouth,
still open in astonishment, then against the corner of her mouth and
cheek, then yet another coursed over her other cheek. Just when she
thought that they were finished, another forcefully shot into her hair
and trailed down her nose. Some of it entered her mouth before she
closed it.

When the violent jets ended, he thumped his now oozing cock against her
cheek and her nose. He rubbed it over her lips, still seeping pulses of
hot semen, groaning the whole time.

He croaked, "Gonna swallow it?"

For answer she only smiled, swallowed noisily and opened her mouth to
show that it was empty. He lost no time putting his shaft back into the
opening that, it seemed to him, she had offered. She could taste the
last drops clinging to it. Even as is began to deflate, she felt one
more jet strike the roof of her mouth. She coddled and sucked the
shrinking mass and swallowed again.

when he completely softened, she finally released him, sat back and
said, "God! You still had a lot left after that first time!"

"This was just unbelievable! God, what you did to me! And I love the
way you look, with my stuff all over your face; even in your hair."

She felt a glob of the sticky stuff run down her cheek to drip off her
chin and onto a tit. She giggled. He knelt up between her knees,
putting both hands behind her head, and drew her face back toward his
crotch.

"Open up," he said, but gently.

She opened her mouth and took in his now shrunken cock and swirled it
around.

"I bet you can get me back up again."

And in spite of herself, she would have attempted it, but just then,
from down below on the ground floor, they heard his mother, Ilona's
voice calling, "Petike! Peti, where are you?"

"Shit," the boy exclaimed as Anna spat out his sausage.

"You had better put your clothes back on and go. Quickly! Before she
comes looking upstairs!"

And so he did, almost forgetting to zip up his fly. She cracked the
door open and he peered out. Seeing no one, he left rapidly and she
closed and relocked the door behind him as quietly as she could. She
heard him thundering down the stairs calling, "I'm here, mom!"

She walked to the mirror, still naked and dripping cum, and looked at
herself. Strings of white goo clung to her chin, pools of it were
settling in her hair, a mass still clung to her right eyelid. There was
a wet trail leading down one tit to a glob trembling to fall off her
nipple. And there were drying traces all over her neck, upper chest and
in the valley between her boobs.

"I'm a mess," she giggled at her reflection, her lewd half delighting
in the sight, her "decent" half revolted. Her hand went up to rescue
the glob on her breast before it dripped off, and began to smear it
around. She liked the feel of it, so she gathered more from her cheek
and eyelid and spread it around as well, then over her other breast
too. Her already primed up body reacted to the stimulation, and she
squeezed harder, gathered more goo and rubbed it in. She vividly
remembered the sight of the jets spurting out of the cock and onto her
and the hot feel of them as they spattered on her skin. Her hands, now
coated with the stuff, squeezed and pinched, squeezed and pinched. Her
thighs, of themselves it seemed, rubbed against one another and the
anatomy between them that he had failed to excite. She pinched her
nipples harder. She watched the reflection of the writhing, naked girl
with cum in her hair, a rosy blush growing on the tips of her ears. Her
hands coursed over her whole body, though avoiding her sex since they
were still coated with cum. But always they returned to her
super-sensitized, tingling tits, remembering the feel of the spurting
cock nestled between them.

Biting her lip so as not to cry out, but nevertheless making cat-like
mewings, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Anna came, right
there, standing before her mirror and watching her own orgasm. She
watched as her reflection shuddered and bent, shuddered and twisted,
again and again as her hands busily mauled her cum-covered tits. She
watched with half-closed eyes as spasms racked the body of the girl in
the mirror, over and over.

At last it was over, and she staggered back to sit heavily on her bed.
After a little, she felt a chill and put on her bathrobe.

"I have to get cleaned up," she thought, "but how can I go down the
hall like this?"

But she grabbed some towels and put one over her head to hide the
evidence of her recent activity. She peeked into the hall, and seeing
no one, she hurried to the showers.

Back in her room, cleaned up and warm, she thought about the evening's
events, and began to feel guilty. The acts she had performed with him,
the fact that he was so very young, all played over and over again in
her mind; why did all the sex acts they had performed seem so right, so
spicy, when they were happening, but seem so perverse and nasty,
afterward? Yet, a part of her was glad of it, replaying the sights and
sensations even as she fell off to sleep.

     ***

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