Anal At Last Ch. 11

"Well... I guess you must be Andy" said a strange voice.

SHIT!

I leapt out of the chair, standing bolt upright, my hard-on bouncing in the air, to see an unknown woman standing by the door. I stared at her, and she smirked as she ran her eyes up and down me, raising her eyebrows in mild surprise when she took in my cock.

"Er..." I said, stunned. At that point, Angela walked in the room, took the situation in at a glance, and rolled her eyes at me, laughing.

She looked at her friend. "What did I tell you - he's a bloody animal. Permanent hard-on. Can't even wait for me to get in and have a cup of tea before he wants sex."

Her friend laughed, and looked pointedly at my still hard cock. "And you were right about something else as well."

And with that, she walked up to me and reached out, taking my cock in her hand. I froze, unable to speak, looking at Angela like a deer in the headlights.

The friend wanked me back and forth a couple of times, as Angela fought a smile back. "Mmmm, nice and firm," said the friend, as she looked me in the eye and licked her lips, still wanking me slowly.

I gulped, and the two girls laughed. The friend ran her hand up my cock all the way, then ran a fingertip round my moistened head. Then she lifted that finger to her lips, and sucked it in, running her tongue around it.

"Oh yum, tasty!" she said. The two girls burst out laughing as the friend reached up to shake hands. "Hi, I'm Charlie... Charlene to my parents... Charlie to everyone else." We shook hands, somewhat awkwardly. She looked down at my cock again. "I'm impressed - very impressed - but don't you want to take that beast upstairs and cover up, so that we can talk normally without me getting distracted."

I looked down at my cock. Then at her. Then at Angela. "Erm... I guess so... yes," and I walked out to go upstairs.

Charlie called after me. "Oh, and Andy.... nice arse." I bolted upstairs to the sound of the girls in hysterics downstairs.

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I dressed, came sheepishly downstairs, and put up with many, many digs from the two women as we chatted and I got to know Charlie. Now that I'd relaxed a bit, I remembered Angela mentioning Charlie a few times. Nothing specific, just comments like she was heading out with Charlie for a drink. I'd obviously assumed it was a bloke. Charlie was attractive: in her late twenties I guess, good figure, wavy brown hair, deep throaty laugh, and very self-assured for someone of her age.

She stayed for about an hour or so, and then left, parting with the comment, "Now Andy, if that's how you greet a stranger, I can't WAIT till we get to know each other a bit better," as she purposefully looked down at my cock, and shared another laugh with Angela.

When she'd gone, Angela came up to me, pushed me down on the sofa, and straddled me.

"Andy, Andy, Andy. What am I going to do with you? Couldn't you keep your cock in your pants even for a few hours? "

"Well, in my defence, you did say you always feel horny after a lunchtime drink. I thought it would be a nice surprise."

"Oh, it was. Just not as big a surprise as it was for Charlie," she said, grinning. "Do you know what she said when you were getting dressed? She said if we ever split up, or if I just need a break, she'll be glad to take you in hand. Would you like that? I could tell you find her attractive. She's a good looking girl, what man wouldn't find her sexy? So should we do that? Next time I'm away for work, shall I give her your address so that she can come over and relieve your frustrations?" She had started grinding her hips as she spoke. "That was all I could think about while we were talking. I kept imaging her in your bed, unable to believe how much you filled her, as you fucked her hard and fast. None of the slow teasing that we get, just a quick hard fuck."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you Angela? I'll bet you'll set me up - you won't actually be away. You'll secretly come into the house, just like you did with the photos, and sneak upstairs. You'd watch from the doorway, letting me see you but hidden from Charlie, as she straddles me and strains to get my cock into her." Angela's breath was coming a bit faster now, and she was kissing my neck and throat as I talked. "She'd groan a bit at the size of me, but she'd gradually force her way down onto me, eventually bottoming out, her bum cheeks pressing onto my thighs. Then she'd start to fuck me, and I'd sit up, run my hands down her back, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto me.

"You'd stand in the doorway, one hand in your pants playing with your clit, the other tweaking your nipples, begging me with your eyes to do it, to do the one thing you want to see...

"And then I'd do it... I'd run my hand down to the cheeks of her ass, and start to play with her hole." Angela groaned, rubbing herself on my jean-clad hard-on. "Charlie would shriek, shocked, and then as I carried on, she'd moan, telling me that I'm so dirty, but loving it, begging me to push my finger inside her ass."

Angela stood up, took off her trousers faster than I thought possible, and laid back on the sofa, thrusting her hand down her knickers to play with herself as I pulled my jeans off. I stretched out on top of her, and she reached down to pull my cock out of my boxers, aiming it at her cunt, pulling her knickers to one side.

"Fuck me Andy" she growled, and I pushed deep inside her. She was very wet, obviously the fantasy she'd been thinking about for the last hour had had its effect. "Oh, fuck, that's good. Fuck me, take me Andy, make me come."

I started fucking her good and proper, long, deep strokes, hard and fast. I used the arm of the sofa at my feet to get some leverage, allowing me to really push up into her. Just like the last time she did this, that drove her wild. There must be something about having the extra leverage that makes my cock rub in all the right places inside her. I kept my body raised up on my arms, in a kind of press-up position, letting her look down at my cock as it pulled in and out of her steaming hole.

"That's good baby, let me see you, let me see your big cock fuck me," she moaned, her hands grabbing my ass and pulling me deeper. We were both worked up, our breath coming faster already as we both approached our orgasms.

"That's it Charlie," I said, playing along with her fantasy. "Fuck back at me. Feel my cock in your cunt. I can't believe you came round here begging me to fuck you while Angela's away. You've wanted it... oh, fuck you're tight... ever since you touched my rock hard cock at Angela's place haven't you?"

"Yes, Andy. Fuck me. I'm bad. I saw what Angela had and I wanted it. I wanted to feel your cock split me apart as you fucked me. She's told me all about you... ah, so hard.... how you want sex all the time, how you've taken her up the ass, how you had sex with Peter watching.... I've wanted you inside me for a long time... oh, fuck, that's good, I'm going to come Andy... fuck me... give me your cock... oh, that's it... oh yes...." She came then, her entire body arcing to lift me bodily off the sofa, her hot cunt running with her juices, her breath stuck as her orgasm ripped through her. I kept on fucking her as best as I could, as I was getting close myself.

As she wound down from her come, my cock still pushing in and out, she said "Andy, sorry baby, I'm a bit sensitive...." I sighed, and pulled out of her, rolling onto my side. She waited a moment to get her breath back, and then slid off the sofa from underneath me. I thought I'd be left high and dry, but she knelt down and promptly took my cock in her mouth, even with it covered with her juices. In between her still fast breathing, she sucked my head, licked around the foreskin, ran her tongue up and down it's length, and finally started sucking on my balls as she started wanking me. I shifted position to give her easier access to my balls, as it felt great to have them sucked and licked whilst her hand was giving me a nice firm wank.

It didn't take long before I could feel my sperm boiling, and I told her I was ready to come. She lifted her head to take as much of my cock into her mouth as possible, more than before. Momentarily, I wondered if she had been practicing with Jules, as they mentioned in their emails, but I got distracted at how good it felt getting a blowjob. She ran a finger under my bum, and played with my ass a bit. She couldn't get it in, because of the position we were in, but it was enough to set me off. I came in her mouth, grabbing her head to hold her in place as my cum spurted down her throat. She kept on sucking, taking it all in, swallowing my juice, and wanking me with her hand, slowing down as I came down from my come.

She sucked the last of my come from me, and then slid back onto the sofa to kiss me, still slowly wanking me as the aftershocks ran through me. Again, the taste of my own come, with a hint of her flavour from when I'd been in her, was extremely erotic, and I kissed her back passionately, running my hand down her back and pulling her close.

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Later on that afternoon, around 4 o'clock, I popped out to the corner shop to get some milk, as we'd run out. On the way back, as I reached Angela's place, I saw someone, Peter I assume, coming out of his house. Now I could see him close up, I could see why Angela flirted with him. He was attractice, slim but not skinny, probably one of those people who will always look about 10 years younger than he actually is (once he gets older). He saw me coming, and kind of looked away, as if trying to avoid my gaze.

Do or die, Andy, I thought to myself.

"Hi, you must be Peter," I opened with.

He looked up sharply, surprised. I held out my hand to shake hands, which he did, still speechless.

"My name's Andy, I'm seeing Angela... next door."

"Oh... er.. Hi. Yes, I'm Peter. But... how did you know?"

"Angela thought that... that she heard noises this morning. She said that your parents had gone away, and she thought you had as well. Then I think she guessed you were still at home."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to be noisy."

"No, it wasn't noisy as such, such a thump or something, I think. I wasn't really playing attention, but obviously Angela was alert for noises coming from an empty house."

"Could you tell her it's OK, I'll be here all the time Mum and Dad are away."

"I could do... or you could come in yourself and tell her... but I guess you're off out somewhere?"

"Yes, just off to do a bit of shopping. Could you-"

"Well, why don't you come round after you come back and tell her. What time will that be, do you think?" I needed to push a bit harder than I would have done otherwise.

"Oh. Er. I guess in a couple of hours."

"Sorry, I'm being pushy," I said. "You've not got anything on later?" I needed to make sure he was free that night.

"Er. No. Just a sunday night in."

"Great. Tell you what. Come round about eight o'clock. We're spending the night in as well, just a bottle of wine, a pizza, and a movie. Why don't you join us for a glass and a bite to eat?" He started to protest, but I leapt in to interrupt. "Don't say another word. I know what it's like cooking for yourself when your parents are away. So come in, just stay for half-an-hour or something. " I paused, and looked at him. "It'll make Angela happy to know that you're OK. Just between you and I, I think she's got a bit of a soft spot for you and wants to know everything's alright. If she finds out I bumped into you today and didn't invite you over, I'll never hear the end of it. Please, for my sake, pop around and say hello." I put on my best grin.

"Er. OK. Just for a bit," he said, blushing a little.

"Great," I said enthusiastically. "See you around eight then." And then I left, quickly, before he could change his mind.

It should be an interesting night, I thought, my heart beating fiercely in my chest.