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Title: 	Anna's Story Chapter Eight
Author:  Paco Andante
Keywords: Fsolo exhib facial oral mmmF

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     Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to
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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,
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     Batteries and Kleenex not included.

	Anna's Story
	Paco Andante
	
	Chapter eight (of Nine)
	5764 words

When she awoke the next morning, Anna was confused. Did the events of
last evening really happen, or were they figments of a raunchy dream?
They seemed real; the memory of his hard cock in her mouth, and of his
sperm oozing down her face, seemed so clear, but could she really have
done those things? But then she saw the skimpy gypsy blouse and those
racy palazzo pants still draped over the chair and her panties casually
kicked in a corner. It had been real, alright.

And then she remembered that she had a train to catch this morning, so
even though reluctantly, she got up, hurried through her morning
toilet, and returned quickly to her room to dress and pack. She was
just finishing her final inspection, making sure she had not forgotten
anything, when the breakfast bell tinkled downstairs. She had a moment
of disquiet, wondering how Peti would behave, but then shrugged her
shoulders and picked up her suitcase. She paused a moment, looking back
into her room from the open door remembering; the room where last
night's remarkable events had occurred. Then, with a sigh, she
proceeded downstairs.

Either as a goodbye for Anna or to make up for her early departure last
night, or perhaps both, Mrs. Szabó had prepared a special breakfast;
waffles with English style ham and eggs. The Némeths wanted to hear all
about the party the others had attended last night and Ilona and Margit
were all too pleased to fill them in, with occasional additions by
György and Csaba. Even young Dori joined in.

Anna had rather expected that Peti would display a smug and arrogant
attitude, but to her relief, he remained quietly polite aside from a
couple of knowing glances in her direction, glances that Anna was
careful not to return.

With breakfast finished, the table cleared and the adults enjoying
their second cup of coffee, the conversation turned to Anna's
departure.

"It has been so wonderful to get to know you this week," Zsófia said.
"I hope you had a nice stay."

"You sure did get the tan you wanted," László grinned. "Your friends in
the Capital will no doubt be jealous."

He must have been thinking of how she had looked playing billiards last
night, for there was little to see of her tan in the baggy jeans and
floppy sweatshirt that were her travel clothes. But Anna smiled her
acknowledgment.

"Thank you, Aunt Zsó, Uncle Laci. I have enjoyed my week very much, and
you have been a great help. I will miss you both."

The caretakers, Attila and Mrs. Szabó made their appearance from the
kitchen area.

"We hope you enjoyed your time with us," Attila said.

"You have been wonderful hosts," Anna smiled, "Thank you for
everything, especially your cooking, aunt."

"Can we look forward to your company again next year?" the older woman
asked.

"I would like that. We will see what circumstances next year brings."

"We haven't been around very much," Csaba said apologetically, "with
our explorations and all, but your company was so very nice in the
evenings, and at the badminton game."

"I hope we'll meet again, Anna," Margit added.

"Thank you. Yes, that would be very nice," Anna responded.

Dorottya, the Szakály daughter impulsively hugged Anna and said, "If I
write to you, will you write back?"

"Oh, sure. Well, as long as it's not every day!" she responded.

"Say," Ilona interjected, "why don't we all exchange addresses? And,
really, you must all come visit sometime. It must get really dreary in
The Capital in winter, and we live in a nice little suburb."

"Why, yes! You know, our town has one of the best hot mineral spas.
Just let us know in advance, any of you," György added, getting out a
pen.

A pad of paper was found, and soon everyone had everyone else' address.
As the exchange was going on, Anna looked around for Peti to see his
reaction, but he was not to be seen. She wondered at that, given the
events of last night. Was he being bashful?

In any case, the handshakes and cheek kissing was soon done, even the
cordial hug from "uncle" László that lasted a bit longer than
necessary. Anna picked up her suitcase, said a smiling goodbye to all,
and departed. She paused at the foot of the steps to turn and wave.

She found Péter waiting at the end of the driveway.

"I'll walk with you to the bus," he said.

"OK."

"Let me take that for you," reaching for her suitcase.

"No, there's no need; it's not heavy, but thanks."

They walked a few steps before Peti began, "I want to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Well, yeah. About last night."

"Oh, really?"

"You looked so beautiful!"

"Even with your spunk all over me?" she laughed.

"Especially then. And when your gorgeous knockers were wrapped around
my cock."

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"God, yes! And... and touching you. All over."

Her smile faded. They walked in silence, each thinking their own
thoughts.

"It was so fantastic!" he finally blurted out.

"And must never happen again."

The restrained side of Anna was in charge again. Her words seemed to
deflate Peti's eagerness, and they walked in awkward silence a bit
further.

"Would it be OK if sometimes I sent you email?" he blurted out, jumping
ahead of her and walking backwards.

"Why?"

"Well I... I'd like to."

"I don't think so, Peti."

"Awww, but..."

They had reached the bus stop and stopped a few meters away from the
other people waiting.

"I... I guess you're saying I wasn't very good?" he said in a meek
voice, kicking a pebble.

"Look, Peti. Last night really was special. No, it's true. You were
fine. If you're wondering, it was special for me, too. I'm glad it
happened. All of it. But it has to be a one-time thing. You must
understand; it's not you- it's that I'm much too old for you."

"But..."

"No 'buts,' Peti. And here comes the bus."

He reached up and kissed her, a kiss that, though brief, spoke of his
ache. Fortunately, the other passengers were intent on the opening
doors of the bus and didn't notice. But the inner "wicked" Anna was
stirred, nevertheless, and she briefly experienced a flare of passion.

"Goodbye, Peti," she said, the modest Anna back in charge, and she
hurried to join the others getting on the bus.

Peti stood with his hands in his pockets looking down the road long
after the receding vehicle had passed out of sight.

---

The bus and train trip back to Budapest was uneventful and boring.
Despite what she had said, and despite what the guarded side of her
felt, the remembered scenes of last night's events kept intruding,
insinuating themselves on her thoughts. Even after arriving in The
Capital, the familiar streets of the city seen through the windows of
the bus back to her neighborhood did little to dispel them.

Over the next days and weeks, the return to her familiar daily life and
routine helped to drive away those images, but even so, in an unguarded
moment, even sometimes during her lunch break with her coworkers, a
stray memory would trespass on her thoughts. As the days turned into
weeks, such intrusions became less frequent. But even then, eating a
banana would trigger a memory of his cock throbbing on her tongue, or
seeing a young girl's face splashed at a drinking fountain would remind
her of his first spurt landing on her forehead.

Then, one day, a letter came. She recognized, but at first could not
identify the return address. She carried it, along with the usual
collection of junk mail and stuff, into her place, but did not have the
opportunity to open it until later.

It was from Dorottya. She wondered how Anna was, and shared the events
and concerns typical in the life of a ten-year-old girl. Anna smiled,
remembering her own early years, and how, in those days, she would have
liked to have had an older friend. So she wrote a reply, sharing some
trivialities from her own life, and giving some benign words about
Dori's concerns.

A week later another letter arrived. This time Anna recognized the
return address and the handwriting on the envelope. With a smile, she
brought it inside to read it and write an answer. So, for a couple of
weeks, they exchanged letters.

Two days after one of those, another letter came with the same return
address, but the handwriting was different and unfamiliar, so Anna was
curious. It was bolder and more angular than Dori's. But again other
things demanded her attention until later in the evening.

When she finally opened the envelope she was surprised at the contents.

       Dear Anna,

       I noticed that you were writing to my sister. I got
       your address from the envelope of one of your
       letters. You seem to have become her friend, by mail
       at least. Please forgive my being bold, but I want
       to be your friend, too.

       I would like the chance to explain in person. It's so
       much better in person than in a letter, you know? And
       besides, like my mom said, it must get kinda dreary in
       the city, so why don't you come out to my town for a
       day or so. On a weekend, maybe. There's a really good
       spa here that you might enjoy anyway. And it's not very
       far by train.

       Please let me know when you're coming out.

       Your friend, I hope
       Szakály Péter


Her first reaction was to ignore his request, and in fact ignore the
whole letter. But then she re-read it and thought that it wasn't fair
of her to single out the daughter whom she had barely known that summer
while completely ignoring the son with whom she had shared that
astonishing evening. So she began to think of an answer. She wanted to
refuse the invitation- or better said, her restrained side did. But her
"other half" argued that a trip away from the city and into the suburbs
to a nice hot spa would be very pleasant. And how could it hurt to
listen to his explanations after all?

So she found herself writing an affirmative reply. After consulting her
appointment calendar and a railroad timetable, she called the spa and
made a reservation for a small room. Then she wrote, "I will arrive a
week from Saturday at 10:04 AM."

But after mailing the letter, she firmly put the matter out of her
mind. Or so she thought.

A few nights later she wore her her satin baby doll pajamas, something
she did at times to bask in the elegant feel and the sexy smoothness of
it. And she had a dream. Though she only partly remembered it in the
morning, it left a lingering and vivid memory of repeated jets of
thick, white goo impinging on her face and squirting into her hair. And
of penises. Many erect penises, of different sizes and shapes, all
aiming at her, surrounding her, closing her in. Pointed at her face and
breasts. Had her tits been bared? She couldn't be sure, but she thought
so.

Wide awake, though still lying in bed, she pondered about the dream.
Although the other parts of it were vague and cloudy, those particular
images stood out in clarity and detail.

"Of course," she rationalized to herself. "The letter from Peti
triggered memories of the things that happened this summer and must
have set off the dream."

But why more than one cock? Why not just the one; his? That was
disturbing to her. It frightened her, but at the same time it excited
her. She felt that familiar, peculiar sensation in her pussy and when
she investigated with her hand, she discovered that she was wet. And
her nipples tingled where they contacted the cool smoothness of the
satin.

"No, I wont!" the restrained Anna declared in defiance of her body's
obvious state. She sat up and swung her feet to the floor. She striped
off her panties, meaning to go take a shower, but then suddenly tumbled
back down on her side and clenched her pillow tightly between her naked
thighs. Her hands began teasing her nipples and abusing her breasts
through the silken top. She turned her face into the mattress to muffle
her little grunted cries as her hips gyrated and her hands clenched and
unclenched repeatedly, mauling and squeezing her boobs. Her thighs and
groin battered her pillow as her muscular buttocks clenched and
relaxed, clenched and relaxed. Tremors began to wrack her belly and she
rolled onto her front, her weight now adding to the pressure her
fingers exerted on her tits and of her pelvis on the captive pillow.
The pelvic undulations grated her mound and clit on the hapless
cushion. Despite her heaving breaths, she kept her face buried in the
mattress. The writhing of her body increased; mounted as though she
were wrestling with the outmatched pillow. Her ass-cheeks danced. Her
hips heaved and gyrated. Her movements became frenzied, quivering,
mounting to a peak. At last her head shot up, her mouth opened as
though in a silent scream, and her buttocks clenched hard. The spasms
began. Anna came.

The orgasm, releasing days of pent-up and hidden feelings, was massive.
Unaware of the passage of long seconds, unaware in fact of anything but
the constrictions and waves of pleasure coursing through her body, Anna
once again buried her face to muffle her soft cries in the mattress.

When it was done, it left her panting and sweaty, spent but somehow
energized. She giggled and whispered to herself, "Oh well, I guess I
did after all."

---

For the next few days Anna went on with her day to day activities and
was not bothered by any further strange dreams. Life was good. The days
passed quickly, and then it was Friday night before her journey. She
went with friends to a club and enjoyed the show, then went home and
packed for her trip. There was not a lot to pack. She was only going
overnight, after all. Instead of her "travel clothes," Anna planned to
wear "nice" clothes, pack a spare set to come home in, and a bathing
suit in case she decided to sample the mineral waters.

Looking out of the window as the train pulled into the quaint little
station, Anna was impressed with the clean simplicity of the building.
Obviously constructed before the communist era, it was a long, narrow
structure that paralleled the tracks, with a low, red roof and tan
stucco walls. And in the shadow of those walls stood a young man.
Dressed in blue jeans, a checkered shirt and a light tan jacket, he was
lounging against a post, watching the train come to a stop.

Anna quickly put on her coat and grabbed her overnight bag, and made
her way to the car's exit. As she stepped off the train, the young man
hurried to her. It was Peti, of course.

His eager words of greeting were swallowed by the hoot of the train as
it began to move out of the station, but the smile on his face spoke
for him.

"Szia, Peti," she said. "You look well. Taller, I think."

"You look great! Beautiful as always! How have you been?"

"Fine, thanks. But let's not stand here at the station. I need to check
into the spa hotel before they give my room away," she smiled.

"Oh, of course. Then I'll show you around town."

The short walk to the hotel was very pleasant. The trees arching over
the road were wearing their autumn colors, and though the air was cool,
the sun was warm. The hotel was not far from the station.

As they entered the hotel, Anna feared that he might cause a scandal by
sticking to her like fly paper, but Peti waited discreetly in the lobby
while Anna checked in and deposited her small suitcase in her room. She
took just a moment to freshen up, then returned to the lobby.

"You'll really like our town," the youngster began, nervously guiding
Anna out the large doors. "It's not so crowded like the Capital, but
there are lots of nice shops and things."

They walked into the town proper, Péter sounding like a tour guide,
pointing out things he thought would interest her. An old church, the
pastry shop; "the best in all of Hungary!" and other local "points of
interest."

When at last he led Anna to a bench in the town square, to sit almost
in the shadow of a statue of Petöfi Sándor, he obviously was gathering
the courage to ask her something. He fidgeted and kicked a pebble under
the bench. He looked at the sky, glanced at Anna, then up at the
statue. A bemused smile began to creep onto her face, and she was about
to ask him to just say it when he began.

"I really want to be your friend, like I wrote in the letter."

"Peti," she began, but he interrupted.

"No, listen. I understand that..." he looked away for a moment before
going on, "that I can't be your boyfriend."

Anna nodded but didn't speak.

"I really want to be your friend. Just a friend. But you see, the guys
at school... well, they always ride me."

He stood up and paced for a moment, then sat back down next to her.

"So, one day when they were going at it with me, I told them I had a
girlfriend. They didn't believe it, saying, 'why don't we ever see
her?' so I told them she lived in Budapest and that I met her on
vacation."

Anna nodded and suppressed a smile. She remembered how merciless
youngsters can be with one another. Then, thinking how boys like to
brag, she felt ice in her stomach.

"So! What have you told them about... me?"

"Only that you're tall and blonde and beautiful." Then suddenly
realizing what Anna might think, he blurted, "I didn't say anything
about... what happened!"

"Good," was all she replied, but her relief was clear.

"But, see, I... I want to ask you a big favor. Just for today, and just
so they'll leave me alone, will you be my girlfriend?"

Anna felt that she should have seen the question coming, but she
hadn't. That he might ask her advice, perhaps, but this? What a shock!

"What would it involve? What would I have to do?" she asked, fearing it
would be something humiliating and thinking of ways to say no.

"Only to be seen with me. Maybe walk arm in arm. Or... or hold my hand.
Maybe let me put my arm around you. Where they would see it."

Anna thought about his request. It seemed harmless enough. No one in
this town knew her after all, or that she was almost twice his age. And
even if they guessed, people might think she was his cousin or
something. But what a feather in his cap to have a beautiful
girlfriend. And one that was a little older than he. She could lie and
say she was eighteen, maybe even seventeen...

"All right. I will. But remember it is a part I will be playing,
nothing more."

"Oh, thank you! Oh, that's wonderful! Just let me call János, he's the
ringleader. I want to be sure he sees us!"

"Wait!" Anna said, taking hold of his arm as he produced a cellular
phone. "You're too excited. Calm down first, or he might not believe
you."

"Yeah, you're right," he responded.

"Why don't you show me the shops down that way? Consider it a
'rehearsal.' Just for a few minutes. I need to get used to the idea,
too!"

So they proceeded once more to walk up the main street, Peti pointing
out the shops, but this time with Anna taking his arm. They looked into
shop windows and walked hand in hand. Peti even bought Anna a pastry at
the shop he called "the best in all Hungary." They both relaxed and
dropped into their roles. As they strolled, each with an arm about the
other's waist, they looked, if not like boyfriend/girlfriend, certainly
like people fond of each other.

When they returned to the benches at the town square, Peti said, "I'll
make that call now."

Anna agreed.

She only heard his side of the conversation since the phone was pressed
to his ear.

"János?  . . .  It's Szakály Péter.  . . .  Yeah. I just thought you'd
like to see me with my girlfriend; maybe meet her.  . . .  Yeah, I told
you she lives in the Capital, she came out on the train.  . . .  Well,
sure the spa. And to see me.  . . .  Yeah, she's with me now, downtown.
.. . .  What?  . . .  Why?  . . .  Well, sure, she'd go with me.  . . .
OK.  . . .  All right."

He ended the call and put the phone away.

"He wants to meet us outside of town. In a place where we often hang
out."

"What? Why?"

"He said if you're really my girlfriend, you'd come with me. You'd
wanna see where we hang out."

"I won't go into some bombed out building or anything!"

"Oh, no! It's not like that. No, no, outdoors. We used to play 'Cowboys
and Indians' there when we were kids. It's not far, just up the road."

So they walked up the main street again. Past the shops, past the
private homes and into the countryside. The pavement gave way to
hard-packed dirt and gravel, bushes grew close to the road and the
single track railway alongside it. Both the trees and the brush were
turning to colors. The sun felt warm and the light breeze had died
away.

In short order they came to a place where a highway flyover crossed the
road and the rail, it's arch above forming a kind of roof over a brush
enclosed clearing on the side opposite the track. An occasional rumble
shook the air as a heavy vehicle passed overhead. Four boys were
lounging in the shadow of the pylons supporting the highway above.

As Anna and Peti, holding hands, stepped into the clearing, one of the
boys exclaimed, "Holy shit! Lookit what's with Szakály!"

Another produced a low whistle, and they all stood up. The tallest of
them came closer, leading the others and Anna surmised that this was
János.

"Hey, guys," Peti said, "this is Anna, my girl. Anna, these are János,
István, Márton and Zoltán."

The boys all seemed to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, and
were all shorter than Anna, except for János, who was about her height.
Anna was grateful that she had worn flat shoes, not only for comfort in
walking, but that in heels she would have towered over them all.

"So this is your girl, hunh?" János said, looking Anna over. "I don't
believe it. I bet she's your cousin or something."

"No, I'm not," Anna said, determined that their little ruse would work.
For emphasis she hugged Peti to her side, slipping an arm around his
waist.

"Hunh!" János snorted, "I could believe it if you was geeky-looking
like him, but you're a babe! What's a babe like you doin' with a twerp
like him?"

"He's not geeky," she responded, snuggling even closer. "OK, I wish
he'd get another pair of glasses, that don't look so... so Harry
Potter!"

Summoning up his courage and the dominant side of his personality,
egged on by the relentless goading by János, Peti turned to face her,
took her full in his arms, said, "Kiss me!" and pressed his kips to
hers.

Shocked at first by his sudden move, but at the same time, herself
incensed by the other boy's sneering attitude, Anna returned the kiss.
At first she feigned passion, playing her role. However, in seconds,
once again as at the lake, a shockingly strong feeling of pride and
arousal went to war with her sense of propriety and decency- pride to
oppose János' arrogance, and arousal from the only half-hidden memories
of what she and Peti had done together that summer. As though to
punctuate the moment, a truck whirled by on the unseen roadway
overhead, splitting the air with its exhaust note and the rumble of its
passing.

With her body pressed up against his, she could clearly feel his member
rise, the mounting firmness stabbing against her thigh. And was her
pussy getting warm? Wet, perhaps? Her arms clasped about his neck.

As the kiss went on, becoming more involved and passionate, cat-calls
and hooting from the other boys began. Márton and Zoltán moved in
closer to the clenched pair and István stepped up next to the leader on
their other side. Anna was only dimly aware of the audience and their
rapt attention, but oddly (or so it seemed to her "decent" side) it
only fed fuel to the fire growing in her.

When Peti filled his big hands with the globes of Anna's ass-cheeks,
grinding her pelvic region against his, and Anna's response was to mash
her sweater-covered breasts against his chest, even János breathed a
quiet "Whoahh!"

Anna's more conservative part won for a moment, and she broke the kiss
and pushed Peti back slightly. But by then her insides were already
inflamed.

"Nice show," János sneered, recovering his doubting attitude. "But it
still is hard to believe."

Covering it by putting his arms on her shoulders as another carrier
rumbled by above them, Peti whispered in her ear, "Maybe if you could
show a little skin, make it seem like it's meant just for me..."

The ordinary, day-to-day Anna would have been mortified at the
suggestion, but Anna was both turned on by the events and indignant at
János' unyielding denial.

"You make me so hot," she murmured at Peti, but loud enough for the
boys to hear, and then she pulled off her sweater and tied it by the
sleeves around her waist. The cool air in the shadow of the flyover had
an immediate effect on her nipples, an effect that was obvious through
the thin cotton of her blouse. An effect that Anna did nothing to hide.
In fact, she unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse, disclosing
abundant cleavage.

Although the sharp intake of breath from three of the boys indicated
their appreciation, János affected a cool response. "No big deal," he
muttered.

Anna became hot, not with lust but with outrage. "How dare he call my
boobs 'no big deal'," she thought, and undid another button, then two
more. And then, to the incoherent sounds of her audience, she swept the
undone front of her blouse aside, completely unmasking her breasts, and
throwing her shoulders back, presented them to the astonished Peti. The
young man recovered his poise quickly, and smiling, took her treasures
in his hands.

The effect of these actions on the onlookers was immediate as they
clustered close beside Peti, vying with one another for a good view.
Had Anna been concerned about the gaze of any stray passersby, she
needn't have been, for they were well screened by the enraptured boys.

The effect on Anna was not quite so immediate, but perhaps more
profound, as the erotic sensitivity of her breasts took hold of her
already awakened "wicked" part. The combination of her pique with János
and Péter's manipulations, coming as they did on her already aroused
state, completely overshadowed her more conservative aspect. She began
to moan and to press her tits harder against his hands. And was there
just a bit of exhibitionism there as well as submissiveness? The
presence of the other boys seemed only to fuel her fires!

In any case, she gave in to her lascivious nature and groped at his
crotch. She was not disappointed, for the action had also produced a
predictable result on him; his erection was hard and straining at the
material of his pants.

"It isn't fair," her logical side argued, "I'm on display to all these
boys, while he isn't."

Then her defiant side thought, "If I give him a hand job in front of
them all, it should shut that arrogant bastard, János' mouth! And
assure Peti a high place in their pecking order for some time!"

And also her aroused side felt, "How nice it'd be to hold his hardness
in my hand, while he massages my tits."

So she zipped open his fly and hauled out the hot and throbbing object
from within. And it was Peti's turn to moan as she encircled the fleshy
cylinder with her hands.

The audience gasped in unison, Márton breathed a subdued "Holy shit!"
and János was utterly silent for once.

Péter had evidently learned a thing or two in the weeks since Balaton,
for his squeezing and teasing of Anna's boobs and nipples quickly
brought her to a state of high arousal and had her breathless.
Meanwhile he, although highly aroused as well, grew more prideful and
domineering.

"Your jugs are so great!" he whispered, "Yes! Stroke it. Show me how
much you love my dick!"

The well-buried, day-to-day "proper" Anna shuddered at the crass way he
spoke to her, but nevertheless, she stroked and caressed it, lovingly
drawing the foreskin back and forth. And all the while, Peti' hands
worked on her boobs, their ministrations growing harder and more
forceful. Anna's whole body felt as though on fire from that mauling.
The muscles in her belly and groin began to contract and relax in time
to the squeezes, all by themselves it seemed. She was vaguely aware
that her panties were becoming wet.

"Do you love my cock?" he asked her.

"I love your cock. Yes, I love your cock." she mumbled.

He lifted one of his hands from her "jugs" and placed it on her
shoulder, gently pressing down.

"Oh, no," the submerged prim Anna cried, but the quivering, lewd girl
remembered his cock in her mouth and thought, "Wanking him is great,
but how much more of an impact it would make if I blew him?"

And her aroused body remembered how his cock had responded in her mouth
that summer.

Slowly, she sank to her knees, and his hands resumed their lascivious
chafing of her breasts. With both her hands firmly on his member, she
guided it's head to her open mouth, to kiss the exposed tip of his
glans. She tongued it, then held it up and licked it root to tip. Then
gasps and murmurs of incredulity and lust broke from the crowding boys
as she proceeded to engulf more than half his shaft.

Anna was absorbed in her own growing stimulation and in the pleasure
she was providing, so absorbed that she didn't notice when István, the
tallest of the boys, took out his own penis and began to masturbate.
One by one, as their level of excitement rose, János and the other boys
followed suit, their breath rasping as they wanked themselves into a
frenzy.

Between the erotic massage he was giving her ever more sensitive boobs
and the action she was performing, her own level of excitement had
risen as well. Risen to fine, quivering point.

Then Anna sensed Peti beginning to move reflexively, his pelvic muscles
tightening, so she took his throbbing member out of her mouth and,
holding it with one hand, pumped it furiously with the other. And when
the expected eruption came, it was she that aimed the thick stream at
her own face.

The first jet struck her nose, almost going up a nostril. As he jetted,
Peti grabbed and pulled Anna's nipples hard, hard enough to have caused
pain under any other circumstance, but under these conditions it pushed
Anna over the edge herself, and as his second discharge began to erupt,
she came. Her mouth opened in a rictus of pleasure and the stream
landed on her tongue. As the spasms shook her, and she clamped tightly
on the instrument in her hand, his subsequent eruptions painted her
cheeks, her forehead, even placing a thick wad in her hair.

But the tale is not done, for the other boys, seeing the scene unfold
before their widened eyes, achieved their own culminations within
seconds of Peti and Anna's, and while Anna still quivered in her own
orgasmic throes, added massively to the sticky mass all over her face,
neck and breasts. Márton, the youngest of them, produced a surprising
quantity, landing several of his spurts in Anna's left ear. István's
contribution decorated Anna's neck and upper chest, Zoltán her right
cheek and eyebrow, the thick glob dripping down across her eyelid. And
János, with a massive grunt, repeatedly targeted her chin, the tail
ends dripping between her breasts.

Then it was done. The boys, spent and in disbelief, sat down heavily on
the ground. Had Anna not been holding onto his shrinking penis still,
Peti might have collapsed as well. She let go and he simply stood,
dazed.

Shaken by what had just transpired, Anna suddenly realized that she had
nothing with which to clean herself. No towel, no handkerchief,
nothing. Not bothering to see what Peti or any of the boys would do,
she stood, shakily, and wandered back to the road to town. How to get
into the hotel, with her face plastered with spunk? They had not walked
by a stream or any body of water she might use to wash it off. She
could not walk into town like this!

Anna walked mechanically, as though in a daze. Her clothing was in
disarray, with her skirt a bit askew, her blouse unbuttoned to a degree
she would never ordinarily allow, and massive remains of cum was drying
on her neck and chest, sliding, dripping between her breasts, staining
her blouse.

"How had it come to this?" she wondered, plodding on, setting one foot
in front of the other.  She hardly saw the dusty, brush lined road,
leading back to town and the spa where her room waited, where she could
clean up her body, and get into clean clothes. But what could she do
about the stain on her soul? How will she justify her abasement with
her enjoyment of it?

    ***

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