Anal At Last Ch. 15

I looked at her, and grinned, running my cock up and down her cunt lips, saying "I'll come in your back door anytime". She winced again, and pushed me away. "That's pathetic, even for you. Go. See your little girl. Make her pleasure you."

Then, louder, I guess in case Sam was listening. "Andy, I'm so sorry... My hands sore as well, from too much typing today... Could you, well, could you go up to the bathroom and finish yourself off? Sorry honey, I'll make it up to you tomorrow morning before I leave for work."

I headed upstairs after making some out-loud comment about women who always leave men high and dry, and snuck into Sam's room. She was sat on the bed, still wearing just her bra. I could smell her arousal in the air. Had she been watching or listening to us again?

I walked up to her, and saw her looking at my erect and glistening cock. "Sam, honey... I need you. I guess you heard Angela and I have sex down there. She came, but she's sore now, and, well, you can see how I am. Will you help me honey?"

She looked at me, then down at my cock again, but saying nothing. I looked down at her groin, where I could see dewdrops of her juice clinging to her hairs. I reached for her, sliding my hand up her thigh. She opened her legs a bit, a soft sigh escaping, and I pushed on till my fingers were grazing her cleft. Yes, she was still very wet, more so than if she'd just sat in her room calming down while Angela and I had sex downstairs.

"Oh Sam honey, you're still so wet... Have you been playing with yourself while you listened downstairs? ... Did you come when you heard us fucking?" She paused, and then silently shook her head. I pushed a finger inside her, and she moaned. "Oh poor Sam, you must be as frustrated as I am... Do you want me to finish you off? Do you want me to make you come?"

She nodded, so I pushed another finger inside her. She flopped back on the bed, her legs wide, giving me full access, as she reached up to undo her bra, throwing it on the floor. I knelt beside her, facing her, one hand still in her cunt, the other wanking myself, making sure to pull my foreskin back and forth all the way, exposing myself in all her glory as she watched me.

"Sam, before I forget... Angela still doesn't know you're here, but she's sitting up tonight to talk to you -" She suddenly looked frightened, and opened her mouth to say something. I interrupted before she could. "Sshh, Sam, it's OK, she doesn't suspect anything. She said something about an update on your secret plan?"

Sam smirked, and blushed.

"What are you two up to?" I asked, still fingering her.

"We're ... Oh Andy that's good... we're keeping it secret... It's a woman thing. Nothing to do with you."

"I know how to make you tell me..." I curled my fingers up and started rubbing her g-spot.

She groaned as I did so, saying "I'll never talk", dropping one of her hands down to press my hand harder against her clit, the other playing with her nipples.

"Another time then," I said. "Anyway, she'll be downstairs waiting for you. I'll need to distract her so that you can come in the back door or something.... What I'll do is put some music on, and settle down for a nice cuddle, laying on the sofa. That way, she won't be able to see you as you come down the stairs. You can then sneak out the back door and come round the front."

"OK," she said. "Are you sure she doesn't suspect?"

"Absolutely," I affirmed.

I went back to wanking her, rubbing her clit, pushing my fingers in and out of her, running them up and down her wet and swollen lips. She hadn't shaved, I noticed. "Oh, Sam, Sam, I'm disappointed. I said I wanted you shaved tonight for when I next went down on you, and you've not done it, have you? Am I going to have to punish you? Am I going to have to tie you down and shave you myself? Will you enjoy that? Will you enjoy being at my whim, knowing that all the time I'm shaving you, my tongue will be mere inches away from your clit, your juices flowing at the thought of me just leaning in and running my tongue up your slit? Knowing that I'll be getting turned on, and that if I decided to slide up you and push my hard cock inside your cunt, there would be nothing you could do? Is that what you want Sam? Is that what all this teasing is about? Do you want me to tie you up and fuck you hard, so that you can claim it wasn't your fault, that you couldn't help it, that you tried to stay a virgin but I overpowered you? After all, once you've lost your virginity, you might as well have sex a lot after that, mightn't you? You could come over here every day while I'm working, on your way to university, and lean over my desk, begging me to fill you up, make you come. Then you'd go to uni with a smile of your face and my come leaking from your lips, teasing all the boys in your classes, flashing your wet knickers at them, letting them see your erect nipples, teasing them and you all day long, and then coming back to me on the way back home, knowing I won't be able to resist you, and begging me to fuck you in the ass and fill you with my come again, then turning round and going down on me till I came one last time, swallowing my come, before going home to your dad with my come in all your holes, pretending to be sweet little Sam again. Then lying in your bed at night, wanking yourself at the thought of fucking me again the next day. Is that what you want Sam?"

She groaned, "Oh god yes". She reached up to kiss me again, her hot tongue entering my mouth, seeking mine. We kissed passionately for a few moments, and then she flopped back on the bed, her breath coming fast. She looked up at me, a picture of wantonness, as she whispered, "Andy, did you mean it?"

"Did I mean what?"

"You said you... er... you wanted to ... well, to be in my rear."

"Yes. Does that bother you?"

She looked away, then a few moments she looked back, biting on her lower lip. She grabbed my hand, bent her legs at her knees, and lifted her hips a bit, pushing my hand down and underneath her. I started rubbing her asshole, as she let go of my hand and started to finger herself. She looked me right in the eye, and nodded. "No... I think... I think I want it too..."

Oh sweet Jesus, I've died and gone to heaven.

"But not yet... Though soon. I don't want to wait till I get married... I saw how much Angela loved having you in her... And I want... I want to feel the same... but I still want to save myself for marriage. I guess I'll still be a virgin this way... won't I?"

Only in name, by the time I'm finished with you, I thought

"Yes Sam, I guess so. Certainly, this is one way for saving something precious for your husband. He should appreciate it."

"But I'm so scared Andy..."

I bent over, and kissed her passionately, my tongue fencing with hers as she returned the kiss, my finger now probing into her ass, my other hand still wanking me. I broke the kiss. "It's OK Sam, we'll take it slow... Angela had never done it before me, so she was scared as well. We'll take it at your pace.... Oh baby, I can't wait. It's all I've dreamed about since I first saw you that night in your new clothes. Even when I fuck Angela in the ass, I'm thinking about you.... You'll love it Sam, just like Angela does. The fact that you wanted my finger there now says that you'll be OK. Better than OK... Ah shit Sam, just thinking about it is getting me so excited... I think I'm gonna come... Oh Sam... Here it comes..."

She surprised me then, half-sitting up, turning towards me, grabbing a hold of my cock and pulling it towards her. Then she opened her mouth, and took me in, my whole head in her mouth just as my muscles pumped my come out. I grunted my pleasure, holding her head down, not letting her go as she sucked the come from me. At the same time, I saw her let go of my cock now that she had a good grip with her mouth, and she dropped her hand back to her cunt and started strumming her clit real fast. She choked a bit on my come, and I could tell she was swallowing frantically, but even in the middle of that, she started to come.

I helped her through it, sliding my finger in and out of her ass as she rode the waves of her orgasm. She flopped back, letting go of my cock, and it slapped back against my belly. I lay down beside her, my finger still in her ass, and started kissing her, on the mouth, tasting my own come on her lips. She tried to fight it, but I kept going, and she started kissing me back, her tongue entering my mouth and sharing the taste of my come with me, gasping for breath between kisses.

When we broke the kiss, she said "You kissed me, after I...." and tailed off.

I bent my head, kissing her neck, her chest, her cleavage, licking around where her bra exposed her flesh. "Yes... I do that sometimes. It's extremely... erotic. If you ever want me to get back in the saddle and treat you nicely when I've just come, that's all you need to do: kiss me with the taste of me still on your lips."

As I spoke, I thought about her taking my come in her mouth. Had the act of swallowing my come set her off? Fuck me, she really WAS a nymphomaniac. Oh lucky, lucky me! I laughed quietly, and she asked what was funny.

"You! One minute, your a demure young girl, studying hard, dressed like my gran. Next minute, you're swallowing my come, without me even asking you to, and it made you come as well."

She looked embarrassed. "I know Andy, I didn't expect it to be quite so... exciting."

"It's funny," I said, "I've heard about girls - sorry, women - who get off on bringing a man to orgasm with their mouth, but I thought it was an urban myth. Then again, I suppose this helped..." I added, emphasizing the fact that I still had my finger in her ass.

She looked down, and pushed my hand away. "Sorry! I forgot."

I laughed again. "How can you forget I had a finger in your ass?" I lowered the tone of my voice, murmuring into her ear as I started kissing and licking it. "Excuse the bluntness, but I think you'll be a natural ass fuck Sam, and it'll be my pleasure to teach you, and then hand you over to your future husband so you can teach him all the exciting things we've done with each other, but you'll still be a virgin to more normal sex. I think your husband will be delighted that he's got a beautiful blushing young virginal bride, who also knows how to give good head." I grinned at her. "And then, if you still want anal sex and he doesn't like the idea, well you know where to find me..."

She looked shocked.

"Joking Sam, I'm joking. I wouldn't expect you to cheat on your husband.... I might dream about it, but..." At that point, I beat a hasty retreat for the door under a flurry of blow from her pillow. I whispered to her, "Remember, wait till you hear the music come on, and then come down quietly."

I left the room, and went back down to Angela. I brought her up to date on Sam swallowing my come, at which she was extremely pleased. I said that we're to put the music on and hide behind the sofa.

"Damn," said Angela. I looked at her quizzingly. "If I wasn't quite so nippy after that amazing fuck, that would be a great opportunity. I could be... oh, I don't know... kneeling on the sofa, facing the back, while you do me doggy style. We'd be keeping it quiet so as not to wake up Daniel, and I could accidentally knock the remote and put MTV on or something. She'd come downstairs, see us, I could invite her to watch, she'd get all excited and start fingering herself, then come over and start kissing me, and - "

"OK, OK, I got the point. Jesus, you two women are killing me. I know most blokes would kill to be in my situation, but a guy's gotta have a rest sometimes. Couldn't we just do what I said and have a cuddle? Please?"

She laughed at me, and then stretched out on the sofa. I put my clothes back on, and spooned in beside her. As soon as we were settled, she grabbed my hand and slid it under her blouse to cup her breast. I left it there, just enjoying the feel of her soft flesh, not trying to make it sexual or turn her on.

"Did you mean what you said about the twelve women? Charlie? Jules? Sam?" I asked.

"Absolutely Andy. It's the best way, as I said. You still get to have sex, so that the lack of sex between us is no longer an issue, and you don't get attached to anyone else, so the competition is not an issue. And Charlie and Jules will make sure you and the women behave."

"You're absolutely sure?" She murmured her agreement. "What about you? Are you allowed twelve men?"

"Well, I think it's only fair, don't you? Although I think perhaps twelve people is a better definition. I might fancy some female company."

That made me curious of something else. "Have you and Charlie ever gotten together? I mean, she's pretty good looking. Or what about Jules? I know I've never seen her, but I'm guessing she's a stunner, after all, she -"

I stopped myself just in time from blurting out about her gym-boy habits, remembering that I wasn't supposed to have read Angela's mail.

"She what?"

"Well, she's your good friend by the sounds of things, and I guess that makes her good looking?"

Angela laughed deeply. "Oh Andy, you don't know the half of it.... No, Jules and I have never gotten it on. She's definitely into men and men only. And no, Charlie and I haven't. She does actually swing both ways, indeed, that's how we met. We were both at a party hosted by a mutual lesbian friend of ours. But for some reason we hit it off instantly, but not sexually. Don't get me wrong, she's a good-looking girl, sexy, attractive, and everything, but ... Well, I guess I got on with her SO well that I didn't want to make it a sexual thing. And so it's just never happened. Just because we're friends, doesn't mean I try it on with them, surely you know that?"

"I know, I know, I'm not dumb. I was just wondering."

"Fantasising you mean!"

"Well, OK, just a little bit. I thought if I get to have Charlie, then maybe the three of us could get together. Oh, I take it she's agreed to her being the first?"

"She insisted. It seems when she felt you, you made quite an impression. I only hope you live up to her expectations."

"I'm sure I won't have any problems," I said smugly.

"Don't get cocky Andy, it's very off-putting in a bloke, especially one that's only so-so in bed."

"So-so? I seem to remember me saying that the fuck I just gave you was one of your best?"

"No, I don't think so. I'm sure I said one of your best, but that's not really a big complement. Anyway, the one important point is that Charlie, like Sam, doesn't have to be a one-month only thing. I trust you and her enough to know that you won't fall for each other, so I'm happy if you keep using each other for company all the time I'm away. Same goes for Jules as well, if she takes your fancy. And Sam as well.... My, that'll be quite a little harem you'll have, won't it?"

"Every mans dream," I muttered as I reached across for the TV remote, and flicked it through the music channels till I found something slow and sensual. I turned the volume up to ensure Sam could hear it upstairs.

"So," continued Angela, "anyone in mind that you've always fancied making a play for?"

"Not really. I think if there was anyone like that, I would have made a play before you appeared on the scene. Although...."

"Yes?"

"Well, Simone - you remember Simone right? She's recently separated from her hubbie. Maybe in a few months when she's over the worst... Ah, who knows. She is sexy, but I'm not sure that a recent divorcee is a good thing to start getting involved in."

Angela snuggled into me. "What split them up? Sex? Money? Children? Careers?" I said I thought it was sex, and explained the little that I knew about Ken having an affair. "Well," continued Angela, "maybe she'll need someone to just give her good hard sex to get her over it, so that she can move on and find someone decent." She laughed softly, and said "Maybe you've got a friend who can give her good sex, have you?"

"Ha-ha," I responded sarcastically.

"Remember Andy, I want to hear all about it, and I expect to see a lot as well... Isn't Simone the one with the fake tits?"

"Oh, don't you start on that as well. I get enough of that from Sam. I think they're real, just very well formed."

"Well, maybe you can use that as a chat up line. 'Hello Simone. Mind if I cop a feel of your tits? It's just that me and the beginnings of my harem have got a bet on as to whether they're real or not?'... That'll work, I think."

I started playing with her breasts. "Real or fake, at least they're a bit more of a handful than these fried eggs."

"Friend eggs?! You cheeky bastard. Just because you can't get that monster cock of yours between them for a good titty-fuck, and you need giant boobs like Sam's to get off, doesn't mean - "

There was a loud gasp from behind the sofa. We both sat up to see Sam standing in the door. She looked great, just a thin cardigan on top, tight and hugging her tits, undone quite low for some good cleavage, and by the looks of things, no bra. A little bit of flesh showing underneath, just the point where her hips started to flare out to her hips. And a pair of pale blue jeans. She wasn't quite facing us directly, so I could see how tight the jeans were round her round, curvaceous ass. Jesus, I nearly came in my pants.

"Oh. Hi Sam, I didn't hear you come in," I said cheerfully.

Angela leaped in to the fray, realizing that Sam must have overheard her comments about fucking Sam's tits. "Oh Sam, sorry honey, you must have heard me talk about Andy getting off on your tits? Listen, it's just an ongoing joke between us... Andy has obviously noticed you're better endowed than I am in that department, and whenever we talk about... well, about a tit-fuck, Andy always says I'm too small, and that he needs a bigger pair. It's just become habit for me to say that yours are about the right size, but I don't mean he should try it on with you. It's just you're a good example for a bigger-breasted woman. Sorry Sam, it's a bit tasteless, we'll stop saying it."

Sam relaxed a little bit, obviously thinking that Angela knew nothing about the prior events.

I joined in. "Yeah, sorry Sam. I didn't mean to be rude about you. Actually it's a complement, I mean, I did kind of notice your figure after the fashion show the other week, so it was hard to not mention how I'd not noticed your size in those baggy old clothes. And I guess we went a bit too far down that road. Honest, we won't say it again."

Sam looked at me, then at Angela, and smiled a little smile. Still smiling at Angela, with a knowing look on her face, Sam said "Actually Andy, I had noticed you looking at me a few times, especially in my bikini the other week, and I felt quite flattered. Oh Angela, sorry, had Andy mentioned that he caught me sunbathing? It was a bit embarrassing actually, but I figured that he was bound to see me in that new swimsuit at some point when I went swimming with him and Daniel, so I just went with it." Then she looked at me directly in the eye. "I hope you liked what you saw Andy?"

"Oh, er, yes, I guess so. Like I said, you've got a good figure."

"As have I, right Andy?" Angela said, with a fake insulted look on her face.

"Oh, of course, Angela. Both of you are lovely."

"But," continued Angela, now with a sly look on her face, "which one of us has the best figure?"

"Oh, no, I'm not going there. There's no way I'm comparing you two, because no matter what I say, I'll get slapped by the other one. I never answer loaded questions like that."

Angela pouted at me, then stood up. "Sam, I've got some things I want to discuss with you. Let's go open the wine. It's girl to girl Andy, so you're not invited." The two girls flounced into the kitchen.