Ann: A Love Story Ch. 92

"You look like a slut," I grinned.

"I'd look like a slut without the oil. I AM a slut. Now please, Neil, come over here and fuck me like one. I can't stand it anymore."

"Sure you can. You love being there, waiting for a man to come fuck you. You love that feeling of being wet and dripping, your pussy on fire for a hard cock."

"You're not fucking my pussy," she groaned.

"I know. Just wanted to say it so you'd be thinking about it while I fuck your ass," I snickered.

"Oh...damn," she sighed, the truth ringing in her ears as I stepped over toward her, handing her the bottle of baby lotion.

"Here. Coat my cock and balls...and ONLY my cock and balls," I instructed.

Nancy pulled up, her shiny tits swaying as she took the bottle and squeezed out some oil into her hands. I made her take a few minutes making sure my crotch was covered, more because I loved how it felt than to draw out the moment. In truth, I was horny, but was also running on fumes. I wasn't going to make it much longer.

Moving in behind her, I grabbed my cock and eased it slowly into her ass until the head made it past her tight anal ring. She let out an audible gasp, but it was obvious that she was experienced at being taken anally. Very experienced, in fact. I grabbed hold of her slippery hips, digging my fingers into her skin for extra grip as I fired my pelvis forward, burying my cock deep inside her.

"Oh...fuck that burns!" she howled into the mattress as she lowered her upper body, but also increasing the angle from the very start.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her back up onto her hands because I knew the other angle would make me cum faster than I wanted. Sure, I was tired, but after all she and I had been through, this was our one shot. I was going to get my money's worth, and she deserved the same thing.

The truth was, for all I knew this was the last time I'd ever fuck anyone other than Ann. Yes, we had a standing agreement that we'd hook up with Carol again after we were married, but that was talked about as a couple about to get married. There was no guarantee that she wouldn't change her mind about it once we actually walked down the aisle. I figured it was unlikely, but that didn't stop me from fucking Nancy like it was the last piece of ass I'd ever get before getting married, which was kind of the point of a bachelor party fuck.

Plus, I was literally getting a piece of ass, and a damn tight one at that. Stroking inside her, I was suddenly very glad she'd insisted on the baby oil, because the combination of wine and the natural lube of her cum wasn't going to be enough. Her ass was just too tight, the way her walls gripped at my cock making me moan as I stretched them wider.

Fucking her oiled up like she was had me working harder. Gripping her or holding her was next to impossible. Pulling or twisting her nipples was out of the question. I could paw her tits, which I did often, but the oil made it much more difficult to fuck her roughly like she wanted.

At the same time, it was an incredible experience because I was trying to give her what she wanted and her slick skin felt amazing against mine. My nails dug into her skin more than normal trying to hold on, making her growl. Yet she loved it when she felt them clawing at her tits. She widened her eyes, baring her teeth like an animal, but then she'd buck back into me, begging me to fuck her harder.

The other thing she loved was when I'd spank her ass while I fucked it. The sting of my hand against her coated skin made her screech between her clenched teeth, but it always made her fuck harder and faster, making her big tits flop back and forth with such force they were making their own slapping sounds.

I held onto her hair, pulling it like it was a rein and she was the animal I was riding. When I called her a slut, she started cursing and calling herself other names, telling me how dirty and filthy she was and how she needed to be fucked. It was a side of her that I'd never seen before, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't know it existed. I was sure of it, actually. And there she was, not only letting me see that part of her life, she was letting me bring it out and fuck it like there was no tomorrow.

Letting go of her hair, I grabbed her hips once again, trying to pull her into me as I rammed forward. Her upper body slumped to the mattress; her head twisting back and forth as she reached back to finger her clit, her other hand grasping at the sheet.

"Oh my God! Fuck me Neil. Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass!" she chanted, her words jammed together like our bodies. She was frigging her clit faster, desperate to find another orgasm.

So was I, my balls starting to ache as they churned inside their sack. They'd been banging up against her, building up one last big load. As she came, I knew I wasn't going to be far behind her, and that had me using all my remaining energy to fuck her harder, hoping to close the gap between her orgasm and mine.

Looking at her tan body, all oiled up and shiny, it was made my lust boil over. She was an incredible woman, one with many gifts and talents. Just like Ann, one of those just happened to be sex. I watched her press her tits into the mattress as her back arched, making her ass tilt up as I fucked it. Her thighs and calves stiffened; toes curling as she pointed them straight out, all caused by the violent orgasm that was tearing though her body.

Her mouth was wide open, and yet nothing was escaping other the air rushing out of her lungs. She tried to scream, but it came out more like a growling gasp, her eyes tearing up in pleasure.

The way her body was practically convulsing under me, I couldn't take any more. My cum raced up my shaft from my balls, and I let out a growl of my own as I started spewing into her like I'd done to Sarah just a few hours before.

"AAAAAGGGHHHHH!" I yelled out as I held my cock deep inside, feeling Nancy's walls milking my shaft.

"Oh...YEEESSSSS," she hissed, just before I collapsed on top of her.

She fell to the mattress, my body landing on top of her and then sliding off to the side because of her slick skin. Turning to her side so my cock wouldn't slip out, she reached behind to play with my ass. Moving my arm over her side, I gripped her right breast, hugging her as we shared our first tender moment together.

After a few minutes, she sighed. "You were every bit the man I knew you'd be."

Squeezing her breast, I chuckled and asked, "What does that mean?"

"I always knew you were more than everyone at the plant gave you credit for, Neil. But beyond all that, you're a man. You know when to be a gentleman. You know when to be a businessman. You know when it's okay to kick back and have fun. All of that seemed pretty evident to me."

"And your point is?"

"My point is in how all that translates into the bedroom. You know how to please a woman. You know how to be gentle and tender, and you're also not afraid to take charge and give a woman a good hard fucking the way she really needs it. Most importantly, you smart enough to know the difference and can tell which one she's in the mood for. I've been with a lot of guys, Neil. But I've been with very few men."

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The steamy water felt good again. But I wasn't looking to revive myself. I just wanted to get cleaned up so I could go to bed. It had seemed like forever since I'd left West Virginia although it hadn't even been 24 hours, and I'd spent most of those awake. I was rushing to get out of the shower, not only because I was tired, but because my clothes had made the room smell too much like smoke.

Nancy had put them into a plastic bag so she could take a long shower, scrubbing all the oil off her body. While she did that, I changed the sheets on bed. Thankfully when she'd turned down the bed before we started, she'd only pulled down the bedspread and blanket, leaving the sheet on top of the fitted one underneath. That meant that the oil on her body didn't seep through to the mattress pad, although it was close. If she'd been on her back the entire time, it likely would have. The same couldn't be said for the wine. There were a couple of stained spots, but at least they were no longer wet.

Throwing the soiled sheets in the corner, I found another set in a hall closet and made the bed. When she finally finished washing herself off, we passed each other in the hallway. She stopped and gave me a long, sexy kiss, thanking me again for a wonderful evening.

"Now go get cleaned up, Neil. We've got to get some sleep. I'll meet you in bed," she said as she patted me on the ass.

After drying off, I slowly made my way to the bedroom. It was slow because the lights were off. I wasn't sure if she was already asleep, but I knew she was certainly tired like I was. Tip-toeing through an apartment I didn't know that well, I used the walls to guide me to the doorway. Once I made it to the bedroom, I took baby steps in the direction I knew the bed was in, feeling around with my hands trying to find the edge of the mattress.

Crawling under the covers, I realize that she had moved to the side against the wall, which made it much easier for me to get in with her. Getting settled, I closed my eyes, hoping to relax and go to sleep fast. But something was weighing on my mind and I knew I couldn't fall asleep if I didn't take care of it first.

Very quietly in case she was asleep, I whispered, "Goodnight, Nancy."

It wouldn't have been polite of me to ignore her. I was sharing a bed with her and we'd just shared a lot more than that. It was part of being the gentleman she'd referred to earlier. It didn't surprise me that she didn't answer with words. Instead, she let out a long, contented purr in response.

Turning my back to hers, I nodded off shortly afterward, the exhaustion from an amazing day finally catching up to me.

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I'd woken up a couple times during the night, unable to fall into the deep sleep I desperately needed. It was one of those things where I was so tired, yet I couldn't quite get comfortable. Part of it was being in a strange bed that was far better suited for fucking that it was for sleeping. And part of it was my mind replaying all the things that had happened during my bachelor party. I couldn't find a way to turn my brain off.

Plus I was worried that all my movement was going to wake Nancy up. Yet that's almost what I wanted, or maybe even needed. I needed something to calm me, and if it had been Ann next to me instead of her, I would have just rolled over and snuggled with her. Being able to hold Ann in my arms always calmed me down.

Nancy must have sensed my restlessness. She rolled over, scooting closer to me. Draping an arm over my side, she started running her fingers over my chest to calm me.

When I started to say something, she simply went, "Sshhhhhh."

It was exactly what I need to hear...and to feel.

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It was light outside when I finally woke up. I'm not sure if it was the warm rays of the sun coming through the window, or Nancy's hand rubbing across my chest that woke me, but at least I felt rested. My hand joined hers as I lay there, our fingers lacing together, mine riding on top, letting hers wander wherever it wanted to go.

I didn't know what time it was, but I knew I have to be anywhere soon. Actually the only thing I had to do was go to the wedding rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner that would follow, and the first of those wouldn't be until 6 o'clock that night. I knew it wasn't anywhere near that late in the day. Besides, I couldn't go anywhere until Matt, or whomever, came by for Nancy. She didn't have any clothes with her, and I wouldn't feel right leaving her that way even though I was close enough to walk home.

So, I let her play around with my chest as much as she wanted, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin against my back as she played with me. It didn't bother me that her hand started wandering down toward my abdomen a short time later, carrying mine along for the ride, her ring nestled between the cracks of my fingers. I was already hard, having woken up with an erection like I almost always did, so it's not like she might think I was getting turned on again. Plus, I really didn't think she was thinking that way.

That is until her hand made its way to my shaft. I lifted mine the moment her fingers wrapped around my hard cock, looking down as she started to slowly jack me off. I went into a bit of a panic in my head. As harsh as it sounded, I really didn't want to do anything else with her. In my mind, we'd had a good time and I fulfilled the promise I'd made at one time that we'd hook up. Of course, I'd said that days before Ann and I became engaged, and she understood how that changed things, but now I'd lived up to it and it was a going to be a great memory.

Yet I was also bothered by the idea that I might insult her, and ruin that same memory. She had been amazing, even going so far as to help me fall asleep by holding me during the night. To spurn her advances the next morning didn't sit well with me. Torn between my feelings of wanting to move on and go see Ann, and those of guilt for not wanting to upset Nancy, I lay there frozen, watching that delicate hand glide back and forth over my now pulsing shaft.

I must have watched for a minute or two, my body reacting to the stimulation as it always did. When she squeezed the shaft, forcing precum to ooze out of the tip, I had to admit that it felt incredible. It wasn't until she started to spread the clear liquid around the tip of my cock that I grabbed her wrist, pulling it away.

I sat up on my elbow, staring first at my flinching cock and then to the hand that had made it feel so good, studying her fingers. Actually, I was looking at just one finger; the one with the ring on it. As it turned out, it was a very familiar ring.

"Good morning, baby," Ann's voice sang out from over my shoulder.

Flipping over quickly, I almost fell out of the bed when I saw her lying next to me, her naked body looking so warm and inviting.

Taking her into my arms, I hugged her closely, squeezing her tighter than I ever had before.

"Relax, Neil," she laughed.

"Ann! What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was about to make my fiancé cum, if that's all right with you. Would you like me to keep masturbating you, or would you rather have a blowjob?"

"What?" I asked, confused by how she was lying next to me naked to begin with.

"I'm asking you how you'd like me to help you cum. We're not going to fuck again until we're married, so those are pretty much your options," she giggled.

"Ann...how did you get in bed with me?" I asked again, my eyes narrowing as I tried to come to grips with what was going on, hoping that my heart wouldn't leap out of my chest from beating so hard.

She gripped my cock once more; stroking it as her other hand ran along my chest, playing with a nipple. "Technically, you got in bed with me," she said as she kissed me.

When she broke off the kiss, I let out and exasperated, "HUH?"

"I was here when you were in the shower. Nancy let me in as soon as you two were done. Soooo, I was the one in bed when you climbed in last night," she giggled again.

"What? Where'd Nancy go?"

"She went home, silly."

"Naked?"

"Yeah, but her car was outside, so she wasn't in view that long."

"So she drove home naked," I said shaking my head.

"Sure. She was going to go back to her place to mess around with Jill and Mark today anyway. She told me that was your idea...that they could stay with her and have a threesome. Did you really say that?"

I thought back to that conversation from months before. Mark had always been turned on by Nancy's sexy voice whenever he'd called the plant to talk to me. I'd told him that she was just as sexy in every other way, and he developed a little fantasy about her. When he called while she was actually in my office, under my desk giving me a blowjob, that fantasy expanded.

Nodding, I smiled. "Yeah, I may have suggested it."

"Jill seemed more excited about it than Mark, so I'm pretty sure they'll have a great time. Now, is there anything else you'd like to talk about, or would you like to cum now," she winked.

That was a lot tougher question than I would have thought. The idea of her doing anything to make me cum had my head spinning. So did the thought of just being able to talk with her. She had found yet another way to surprise me and with that I had a hundred questions floating through my mind. I really could have answered either way. But this was Ann and her big brown eyes were telling me what I supposed to say.

I didn't have to say anything at all. She kissed me, her hand reaching down to fondle my balls as she grazed her tongue across my lips. "I love you, Neil," she whispered as she kissed around my face, her foot rubbing softly along my inner calf.

"God, I love you too, babe," I sighed, my fingers lightly stroking her lower back.

Pressing her hand into my shoulder, she pushed me onto my back, climbing on top of me. "I'm going to make you forget all about last night," she giggled as she started kissing down my body, heading toward my cock.

She stopped at my chest, spending an inordinate amount of time sucking and playing with my nipples. Her pussy was hovering over my crotch, her lower legs pressed against my thighs as she straddled me. But I knew she wasn't going to fuck me, no matter how much she wanted to. She'd already drawn that line in the sand, so I had to be happy with her giving me a blowjob. When I thought of that, I actually let out a little chuckle.

"What's so funny?" she grinned as she licked around my nipple, trying not to touch it with her tongue.

"I just love how you find ways to do this. I was thinking that we weren't going to have sex again until we're married and here you are lying naked in bed with me."

"Do you want me to get dressed?" she snickered.

"No, but that might make it easier for you to keep from fucking me," I grinned as I looked at how close her pussy was to my throbbing shaft.

"I'll be fine, baby. I came plenty last..." Her voice trailed off as she caught herself. She almost said something about what she'd done during her bachelorette party. I was a little surprised that she started blushing, and I was afraid she was going to tear up. But she quickly pulled herself together, taking a deep breath. "If you want to fuck me, Neil, I'm not going to say no," she said, biting her lip nervously.

Pulling her up so I could kiss her, I held her in my arms. "I think I'm done fucking Ann Franklin," I smiled. "I can wait until tomorrow...when I get to fuck Ann Thomas."

She started giggling happily, her feet wiggling in delight as she heard me call her that. "Ann Thomas? I hear she's a real slut," she winked.

I patted her on her perfect ass. "I hope so. I really, really hope so."

"How about you give me one last chance to show you what kind of a slut Ann Franklin can be?"

"Would you like me to do anything for you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No...not right now. Maybe later. Right now I just want to suck your cock," she said, not waiting for a response.

Moving down, she didn't waste any more time on talk. Holding my shaft, she started licking at my balls, rolling them around on her tongue as she gently stroked me. Soon she was sucking on them, taking each into her mouth and delicately playing with them.

"Mmm...I love that you shave for me," she whispered to no one in particular. I mean, she was talking to me I suppose, but she could have easily been talking to my cock the way she was looking at it.

Slurping sounds filled the room, along with her moans. I moaned too, which only made her more energetic in her efforts. She started licking my shaft, starting at the base and moving all the way to the tip. But she'd only go in that direction, moving back to start again. Flattening her tongue, she'd try to cover as much of my cock as she could with each swath up my shaft.