Brad and Ann have worked together for years. They have gone on business trips together, but never to Austin, When Brad tries to slip away for his usual afternoon dip at Hippie Hollow, Ann is determined she is coming along. Their very professional relationship turns into something else. Join in the fun as they work out their midlife crises in a week of sexual abandon.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental
“YOU OKAY?” BRAD was still working on his ribs. Trying to eat them in a refined manner was taking forever. He’d gone through a few more beers in the process.
“I’m fine.”
“You ran off and then you were gone for a while. I thought maybe you were sick. From all the booze.”
“I had to pee, really badly. Then Sam took me into a back room and he fucked me. Up the ass. So it wouldn’t break the fucking rules.”
“Yeah, right.” Brad waved an empty bottle. He was getting hammered. Not that she was anyone to talk. He didn’t believe her. Maybe it was for the best. She wondered if she was still gaping, if she should give him a little peek at how she had been impaled.
“Tell you what. You can come back to the same room and we’ll do the same thing, if you don’t believe me.”
“Should have said that a few beers ago.”
What a lame fucking excuse. “Come dance with me at least.”
“You want me to dance? You must be really wasted.”
“Come on.” She tugged him out onto the dance floor. And he could dance, after all. Nothing fancy, but his rhythm was fine. Of course he was a musician. She kept herself in check this time and they danced with each other, letting her lead. “You’re not bad.”
“It takes a lot of booze. Want some dessert?”
She glanced at her watch. “Is that shop going to close?”
“At dawn.”
“Okay.”
“Another beer?” The bartender was still there. “Here’s your purse honey. I didn’t think you wanted it on the stool like that.”
“Oh thanks. I think we’re ready for dessert.”
“Sure thing.” He handed them the dessert menu.
“I’ll have the bourbon pecan pie. And coffee.”
“Ice cream?”
“No thanks.”
“Baileys?”
“No thanks.”
“And you honey?”
“I’ll have the chocolate martini.”
“Excellent choice.”
Brad was glaring at her.
“What?”
“I’m going to have to carry you home.”
“You’re a fine one to talk.” Her drink came, a huge martini glass filled with brown fluid and topped with whipped cream.
“Oh my God.” Brad started to laugh. “It’s like the tomato soup with gin sauce I got over in Germany one time. We were over there for a user meeting and somehow I wound up at a table with the Scots. They were the only ones I had trouble understanding, their accent was so thick. Anyway, we’d already had a couple of rounds of beer by the time the menu arrived. There was this soup, tomato soup with gin sauce, and I thought they boiled off the gin. But no, they poured it in at the end. It was like a huge hot Bloody Mary with the beer chaser.”
“It’s good. Want to try some?”
“No thanks.” He had already finished the pie. “Want to get going?” They paid up, splitting it. More than the meal limit, that was for sure. No more blowout dinners this week. Worth it though.
“Enjoy your meal?” the bartender asked as they were leaving.
“To the hilt.” Ann said, and she gave a little wink.
“I’m not going to make it to the hotel without peeing.” As soon as he stood up Brad realized how full his bladder was.
“This way.” Ann led him back to the restrooms. She was ready for another stop. Especially, if they were going to spend some time at the adult store. Her butt was sore. Had she done it some damage, pushing back harder and harder, until suddenly that huge cock had breached some inner barrier and vanished within her? No bleeding, that was a good sign. More cum still working its way out. God, she was a slut. Who was he? She pulled the card out of her skirt pocket and gave a little gasp. How many pretty girls had gone before her? Hundreds, maybe thousands. She might not even be the only one this evening. But he liked her enough to give her his card, to tell her where he was staying. He wanted to see her again. That had to be special. Very special.
“Come on, I want to show you something.” She grabbed Brad’s arm, dragged him down to the door of the privacy room. But it was locked. What would have happened if it had been locked before? “Oh, never mind. Let’s get going.”
To the adult store then, which was open, but almost empty. “Go look at the tapes. I want to look at the toys.” There was a get lost tone to that. Okay. Whatever. Brad was in no mood for a tape tonight, but who knew what tomorrow would bring? Might as well grab one. Anal Adventure. Yeah, that sounded like it would suit his mood. He went back to pay to find Ann holding a bag.
“What’d you get?”
“None of your beeswax.” She grabbed the tape and snorted. “Figures.”
So they went through their respective doors into their respective rooms, and Brad locked his side of the side door to make sure it stayed that way. He looked at the clock by the bed. It wasn’t all that late, He wasn’t all that sleepy. Okay, maybe he would watch some of the tape, maybe take his clothes off which he was going to do anyway to rinse off. He loaded the tape. It wasn’t even rewound properly, starting in the middle. Oh well, what did it matter? He wasn’t watching for the plot. And the dialog was mostly fuck me, fuck me harder, with a lot of moans. Trashy, even for a porn flick. Still, he was transfixed. A tiny white girl, taking a huge black cock. Up the ass, of course. Had Ann really done that, her flesh somehow stretching to that enormous width, her bowels somehow taking in that huge rod? He was playing with himself, not that it would do any good. He was way too drunk for that.
There was a knock on the side door. “What?” He went over to it. The fact that he was naked and at least semi aroused did not faze him as he cracked it open. “What?”
“I heard the tape playing. You were saying it was more fun to watch with company.”
Okay, maybe they’d just sit side by side and she could bring herself off. That wouldn’t be so far out of bounds. The fact that he was naked, that the part of her he could see through the half opened door was naked … well hadn’t they been naked on the beach? And they had watched each other? He probably could even lick her pussy and how different would that be from what his wife had done?
“Well, are you going to let me in or not?” She more or less shoved her way into the room.
“What the fuck?” She wasn’t completely naked after all. She was sporting a large strap-on dildo. A really large one.
“It’s a surprise. For you.”
“Oh. You want me to fuck you with that thing?”
“Other way around.” There was an ottoman in front of the easy chair. She pulled it over to the TV, draped the towel he had left on the chair over it. “Bend over this.” She looked at the tape, started to rub herself behind the harness for the dildo. Yes, it had been just like that, what she had seen in the mirror. Suddenly she knew she needed to do it again. Soon. “Let’s go back a bit. Okay, now you’re going to pretend you’re in the movie.”
“As the guy?”
“No, as the lady. What is she feeling as she gets it up the ass? As it enters her flesh.” She pressed the dildo against his little pucker and nothing happened. Damn, this wasn’t going to work after all. But he reached back to spread his cheeks and voila. Had he done this before? Not something she was going to ask, not right now. “As it plunges into her.” Just like it had with Sam, the thing stuck part way in. But he was reacting to it, gasping a little with each stroke. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. Go faster.”
With that, she pressed harder, until he gave a little yelp as her pelvis slammed into his butt. Damn him. She was going to fuck the shit out of the bastard. Every once in a while Evan would be like that, pounding into her as hard as he could. Not often enough for her taste. “Like that?”
“Go faster.” He was almost coming, strangely, from behind his balls. But not quite, not quite. He tried to reach underneath his belly to find his penis. Useless, squashed and shriveled.
“Don’t do that!” She gave him a slap on the butt to deter him, and he sighed in pleasure.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” She pulled his butt up so she could crouch over him, putting her full weight into each thrust. Not that it was much, probably half of what Sam had been able to use on her. She pulled out most of the way, and slammed back into him as hard as she could. Again, and again. God, what was the matter with him? This wasn’t fun any longer. Her arms were aching. Her pubic bone was getting bruised.
“Okay. That’s enough.”
Finally. She pulled out and went back to his sink to rinse things off. “Here.” She handed him a wet wash cloth. “Wipe yourself up.”
He frowned at how it came back with brown stains, and went over to the sink to rinse it.
“That was interesting. Like a whole body orgasm, and it lasted forever.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
“You okay? You want something?”
“Dear heart, my butt is sore. My clit is chafed. I know you aren’t going to fuck me in my pussy because that would be breaking the fucking rules.”
“What about your tits?”
“What about them?” Useless things, except to show off some cleavage. Guys liked to stare at them, but that was about it. Maybe if she had a baby they’d be good for something.
“You never tried to come that way? Well, always a first time.” He urged her over to the bed, on her side, and began to play with her nipples. It had been a long time since anyone had paid her boobs that much attention. Back in high school, it had been a big deal, until she let Evan get at her pussy and that was the end of that. His mouth was on one breast, one hand on the other, the other hand running lightly up and down her spine. Her clit was twitching, as if it were being nibbled, but without irritating the chafing. And her spine was tingling, more and more, as his hand worked its way down to her butt. It touched her tail bone and she started to shiver. “Take your time,” he whispered. “Let it build.” The hand was below her tailbone, teasing.
“Please, please.”
“Please what? Do this?” He ran a finger gently around the puckered ring of muscle, and she came.
“That was different. Wow.”
“Under other circumstances I’d continue.” He didn’t have to explain what would happen next. “Not tonight.”
“I think I’ve had enough. This is more sex than I get in a month.” Ann stretched lazily. “Time to call it a night. Breakfast when?”
“Seven?”
She glanced at the clock. It was already after midnight. “Make it seven thirty.”
* * * * *
SEVEN THIRTY SHARP there was a knock on the side door. Brad opened it and there was the old Ann, meticulously coiffed, demurely dressed, very businesslike. She had put the genie back in the bottle, for the moment. Had she been like this all along? Hiding her wild side, at least at work?
“Just how do you think you come across, dear heart?” She was reading his look. “So very very upright, so respectable.”
“Creeping respectability. The curse of middle age.”
Middle age? No. Middle aged men had bald heads and beer bellies. Both of which Evan was starting to sport in his early thirties.
“I brought stuff for the lake. Figured we could go straight to work.” She opened a tote bag to show a cover up, a pair of water shoes.
“Can I use your bag?” He retrieved the tee shirt and jogging shorts he had dumped on the AC, the slip on sneakers beneath them on the floor, and dumped his sweaty slimy stuff on top of her nice clean cover up. “What?”
“Nothing.” Typical male. How long does it take to domesticate one of these slobs? Apparently twenty years is not enough.
One advantage of coming down later, the breakfast area was nearly empty. Still, they were a few minutes late getting to the office.
“Tough night?” Ned was looking at them with a twinkle in his eye.
“The night was fine,” Brad answered. “It’s the morning after the nice night that’s the problem.”
“Ain’t that the truth. What about you, honey?”
“Too many Zombie Revenges.”
“Yeah I heard you two went over to the Bayou.”
He’d heard? Someone from work had seen them there? Had seen her dancing?
“Hear you’re quite a dancer,” Ned added, and she was ready to look for a hole in the floor to crawl into. Well, hadn’t she announced that she was going off to Hippie Hollow? What was worse about being seen in the nightclub?
“College cheerleader.”
“Really? My daughter was a cheerleader in high school and she wanted to do it in college, but man oh man. If you were a cheerleader you were expected to help recruit. Know what I mean? And the coaches wanted you to audition.”
“Our school wasn’t that way. At least, not that I know of. Oh, hi Katie.”
“Hi Ann. Want to get some coffee?” That was her clue to escape. Brad could hear the two of them giggling before they had reached the elevator.
“So Brad ol’ buddy, tell me. Did I do you a favor? Did she actually go to the lake with you?”
“Yep.”
“Take her clothes off?”
“That’s what you do there.”
“With you there?”
“I parked her with a friend while I went swimming.”
“What’s she look like naked?”
“Skinny. Great abs. Boobs don’t need a bra. All over tan. She likes to sunbathe nude.”
“Really? Little lady’s got a wild side.”
“Definitely.”
“Nate said he was over at the Bayou. Said she was dressed like a hooker and dancing like a stripper.”
“Yep, she definitely was letting out her inner slut.”
“And you were a good little boy?” That was enough to provoke a blush. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“So tell me what happened.” Katie had steered Ann to the furthest corner of the cafeteria. They were leaning together, whispering. “Did you get him to fuck you?”
“I fucked him. Up the ass. With a strap-on.”
“You what? Oh the bastard, serves him right.”
“No he loved it. Wore me out.”
“Oh I bet his butt is sore.”
“So is mine.”
“What? He did fuck you, after all? Up the ass?”
“Not him.” Ann pulled the little card out her purse.
“Oh my God! Sam! I actually did it with him, a couple years ago. Not up the ass, though. No way in hell. I can’t believe you let him do that to you.”
“I asked him to.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Do tell.”
“Well, I was going in to Brad’s room to tell him I was ready for dinner.”
“You had his room key?”
“No, we were next door to each other. There was one of those side doors. The kind that locks from both sides. I told him to leave his side unlocked.” She saw the smirk on Katie’s face. “Well, after being together at the lake, there wasn’t that much point in modesty, was there?”
“He gets you rooms together like that?”
“Never. He even tries to make sure we’re on a different floor. But I moved mine.”
“Before you went to the lake.”
“Yesterday. The other one was too noisy. Right by the elevator.”
“And you just happened to move to the room next to his. With an inner door. You know what, Ann, you are one conniving little bitch.” Katie started to giggle.
“Really, I didn’t mean it like that.” Ann sighed. “Well anyway, I get the door cracked open a bit, and I realize he’s on the phone. With his wife.”
“Oh boy, I bet he had some explaining to do.”
“Well it seems she did also.”
“Ooh, this is getting really juicy. Do tell, do tell.”
“Well, the first thing I heard was him saying if it’s not a cock in your pussy it’s not breaking the rules.”
“He said that, to his wife?”
“He did. So I think that was in the back of my mind. Then he said don’t worry about Ann. She’s like a sister, a daughter.”
“He said that?”
“Yep. You know what Sam said, when I told him that?”
“What?”
“There’s such a thing as incest. He really helped me out. He’s the one who gave me the idea to buy the strap-on. At the adult store.”
“Sounds like you had quite a night.”
“Oh there’s more, lots more. Let’s just say I had more sex last night than I get in a month.”
“You really want to marry this guy, if he’s already such a dud?”
“I don’t know. I thought it was just the way things were. But you know what Brad told me? He and his wife have sex every night they’re together. After twenty years.”
“And he goes for a swim every afternoon.”
“You mean he might just be that systematic? No, I saw him in action yesterday. He has quite a sex drive.”
“Oh. Do tell, do tell.”
But Ann glanced at her watch. It was time to try to get some work done. They got up. As they got back into the elevator, she remembered the thing she really wanted to know. “Katie, did Sam give you a card like mine?”
“No. I’ve never heard of that happening. He must have really liked you.”
As the afternoon progressed it got more cloudy. By the time they got out of work there was a light drizzle. “I’m not going over to the lake,” Ann said. “Not in this.”
“Don’t want to get wet?” As far as Brad was concerned it was still swimming weather. Well into the nineties, no wind, no thunder. “Okay, what do you want to do then?”
“Just drop me off at the hotel. Give a call when you get back, or I’ll leave you a message if I’m doing something else for dinner.”
“Something else?” No answer to that one. In fact, Ann was very distant on the drive back. She took her stuff out of the trunk and went into the lobby. He hung around long enough to see her going to the front desk. What was up? Well, none of his beeswax, as she would say. He gave a little sigh, and set off to go back to the lake. There was a little sliver of blue in that direction. Maybe the sun would come out after all.
* * * * *
“THERE’S NO ONE by that name staying at the hotel.” The desk clerk was almost frosty, dismissing Ann.
“He gave me his card. He said he was staying here.”
“He gave you his card? Let me see. Just a minute. Where did you meet him?”
“At the Bayou. Last night.”
The clerk got on the phone. “Your name, honey?”
“Ann.”
“Ann. Says she met him at the Bayou last night. Look, you can ask her that question. He gave her a card. She showed it to me. Okay.” The clerk turned back to Ann, handed her a gold key card. “Use this to get up to the penthouse. They’ll be waiting for you.”
What am I getting myself into? She had visions of a huge orgy, Sam lolling naked by the penthouse pool surrounded by groupies. But when the door opened at the penthouse level there was an older woman in a black suit waiting to greet her. “Hello, I’m Rachel. And you are?”
“Ann. Ann Lindsen. You aren’t what I expected.”
“Well you aren’t either honey. You don’t look like his type at all. You two weren’t talking business over at the Bayou?”
“No. We were dancing and fucking. I wasn’t dressed like this.”
“Imagine not. Well, we do try to keep a handle on what ol’ Sam is up to. Not that there’s much hope of it. As long as you’re here you might as well fill out some paperwork. Save us the trying to track you down. Come on in.”
They went into what looked like a very ordinary office. “Since you’re here, you might as well give the answers to me and I’ll just get them directly into the computer. Is there an 'e' in your first name?”
“No.”
“L i n d e n?”
“With an s.”
“White? Obviously. Lutheran?”
“Good guess.”
“Married?”
“No.”
“Good choice, as far as I’m concerned. And your age?”
“Thirty-three.”
“Really.”
“I don’t think he had any idea I was that old. I wasn’t acting too mature last night.”
“Well honey, we all have nights like that. The girls we deal with have all had a night like that.”
“I guess.”
“So you had sex with Mr. Minton.”
“Yes.”
“What kind? Oral, vaginal, anal, other?”
What would other be? Ann remembered what Brad had done with her breasts and butt. “Just anal.”
“Honey, you are definitely an outlier. This happened where?”
“Over at the Bayou. In the privacy room.”
“Last night what time?”
“Maybe ten to ten thirty?”
“And the sex was consensual.”
“Yes.”
Rachel pushed a button and there was the sound of a printer. “Here hon, sign this. We try to get as many of these as possible, although it’s a hopeless task.”
Ann looked at the paper. It was a release. By now she was getting really, really depressed. Why hadn’t she just gone to the lake? The fucking sun was coming out and here she was. Chasing the fucking impossible.
“He did give me his card. He told me he was staying in the hotel.”
Rachel gave a little sigh. “Mr. Minton lives in the moment. He pays us to let him do that. Look, if I can get his attention, which I can’t promise, I’ll let him know you were here. You’re staying in the hotel? Okay. Till when?”
“Friday morning.”
“You coming back?”
“Maybe. This is the first time Brad let me come along to Austin. The way it’s going it may be the last.”
“I’ve got to tell you honey, Sam does not like complications. One and done, that’s the way he does it. You must have something, not sure I see it, if he gave you that card. But don’t get your hopes up. Maybe we can give you a little somethin’ to remember him by. Hey Marty, did the Bayou stuff from last night come in yet?”
“It’s up.”
“Okay, let’s see what we got here. There’s Sam. That you dancin’?” Rachel motioned Ann over to look at the computer screen.
“Yep.”
“I would never have guessed it. You’re flashing pussy there. Want that shot?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Okay let’s see what we’ve got from the back room.”
“What the fuck?”
“Honey, those mirrors are all one way. There are even cameras under the floor.”
“Damn.”
“Okay, we don’t want one with Sam’s face in it. Here, what about this?” It was what Ann had seen looking down at the reflective floor. His hand in her pussy, his cock in her ass. But at a little wider angle so part of her face was showing.
“That’d be good.”
“Okay then.” The printer whirred again and Rachel produced a piece of paper with the two photos on it. Not nice quality photo paper, but the images were sharp enough. She scrawled something under them – Bayou, 6/15/91 RAJ and stapled on a business card. “Your reward for giving us the release so nicely.
“You trust me?”
“I do. You’re as honest as they come.”
“One of my best friends called me a conniving little bitch this morning. And you know what, I deserved it.”
“For what?”
“For trying to seduce my other best friend, my mentor, the manager who believed in me, the one,” Ann paused, choking back tears, “who loves me like a sister, a daughter. I heard him say that to his wife. Well not the love part. He’s not going to tell his wife he loves me, is he? But we’re really good friends, we travel together a lot.”
“This him?” Rachel scrolled back a few frames. “Sitting next to you? Honey, I got to tell you, you two look like a couple of movie stars.”
“Oh, his wife is very pretty. And bright like him. All these years he’s never paid a bit of attention to me. Or anyone else. Then yesterday at the lake things started to get a little crazy and I was telling myself it was just fortune, good or bad, just something we had stumbled into. But then Katie, that’s my other best friend, pointed out that I had moved my room next to his the day before. Why did I do that?”
“Why did you do that?”
“I went to the front desk to complain about the elevator noise and they said they only had three rooms left open. One of them was also near the elevator, one way the hell on the other side of the hotel and up two floors. And that one. So I was thinking to myself how convenient, and I got one of those guilty thrill tingles, know what I mean?”
“In your pussy?”
“Yeah, that kind. And I said give me that one. And they did. And then we went to the lake, and we saw each other naked.”
“First time?”
“Definitely.”
“How did that go?”
“He said I put the skinny back in skinny dipping. I decided he needed some work on his abs, and his cock looked really small, but it’s just the kind that shrivels up. It’s pretty big once he gets going. Not like Sam, but pretty big.”
That provoked a chuckle from Marty, who had drifted closer and closer as the story had gone on. “Honey, sounds like you had yourself quite a night.”
“You could say that. How did you two wind up as Sam’s babysitters?”
“We run the business,” Rachel said. “But like you say, we spend a lot of time babysitting. Sam is like the goose that laid the golden egg. Everything we do depends on him. But keeping him doing it …. Your guy like that? He’s got that look.”
“No. Brad is very disciplined.”
“Oh. A boy scout?”
“That’s what I used to think.”
“What about you? You have a slutty side?”
“Not that I knew of. I guess I do.” Hard to deny, with the evidence of those images. “I guess I let the genie out of the bottle.”
“You gonna put it back in?”
“Not right away.”
“Well honey, let me give you some advice. What do you know about Sam? That he’s a smooth operator with a really big cock. With your looks you can find plenty of guys who match that de***********ion. So don’t waste your time pining away for something that’s not gonna happen. Same with your business guy.”
“I know a lot about Brad.”
“And there’s a lot you don’t know, I’m willing to bet.”
“I used to think he was really admirable, but dull as the day is long. Now I know he has a wild side, and a really high sex drive. Which he never lets out away from home. Well, he watches porn flicks. But that’s about it. Oh, and he flirts a lot and he goes to Hippie Hollow.”
“It’s all look but don’t touch?” That provoked a little giggle from Ann. “Well, honey, why are you here, mooning away at Sam?”
“Maybe she likes that big black cock,” Marty chuckled.
“You are such an asshole. What is it, ten years?”
“Twelve.”
“You’d think he grow up.”
“Because this morning he had hit the reset button. Maybe I had too. It was as if it had never happened.” She didn’t bother elaborating on what “it” was. “He was determined he was going to get his swim in, even if the weather was crappy. That was much more important than doing anything with me.”
“Did you offer him that choice?”
“What do you think? He can fuck me or whatever at his convenience, after the sun goes down. He needs to get in his fucking swim while it’s still daylight. Really, that’s the way he thinks. So I thought maybe I’d use the time to look up Sam.” She wasn’t going to tell them about the porn flick with the white girl and the black guy. Not that they weren’t all like that. The image Rachel had printed out for her had only reinforced her obsession.
“Even if there is a second time, honey, it won’t be the same. What you had was perfect. Take my advice and leave it at that.”
Sam walked into the office. He looked as if he’d been playing golf, of all things. “I need to get into that pool. With a few beers.” He realized there was a second lady. “Hello, I’m Sam.”
Ann took his huge sweaty hand. The one that had been buried in her pussy. “Ann. From last night.”
“Really? Well you sure do clean up nice, honey. Care for a little dip before dinner?”
This time Ann didn’t bother to say anything about getting a bathing suit. “Sure.”
She could sense Rachel’s eyes rolling as they went back out to the hallway. Sam pointed to a room with a lady symbol on it. “You can leave your clothes in there. Freshen up if you need to. Don’t worry, we’ve got this whole level to ourselves.”
She hurried to hang her work clothes in one of the lockers, to strain to purge herself so she wouldn’t be so messy this time, then to rinse off in the shower. When she went out the pool door, it was just as she had imagined. Except no groupies, just Sam and Rachel and Marty, the three of them naked, in long chairs positioned so that they were all in easy reach of the beer. Without that black suit hiding everything, Ann could see what a beauty Rachel had been once, still was, really. Long and narrow, but with big breasts, and a swelling butt that was a perfect counterpart to them. Her short dark hair, almost boyish, belied the sensuality of those breasts and butt cheeks. Marty had revealed a wiry body and a cock almost as large as Sam’s.
“Well, well, well. Come on over honey and we’ll get acquainted.”
“Rachel and I talked for a while.”
“Ain’t talkin’ about that way, honey. Maybe you and Rachel were thinkin’ about doin’ more than just talk?”
Well the thought had not occurred to Ann. Not with the business lady in the business suit. Now though it did not seem so improbable. Rachel pushed up to the back of the chair and spread her legs out to each side. She had thick, dark lower lips, the pucker beneath them almost black. More than just a heavy tan. What was she? Part black, Semitic, Indian, maybe Latino or Polynesian. Whatever she was, it was a look in complete contrast to Ann. What did she taste like? Musky, pungent, sour. Ann hardly knew what her own taste was. Once or twice a girl had plunged a tongue into her mouth that was coated with it, but by that time her taste was mingled with another. Rachel had a really big clit to go along with those thick lips. Almost like a little penis. “Suck it honey, just like a cock.” That was Marty behind her, giving her that advice, and, it seemed, something else, a big something else trying to work its way into a butt that was still sore from the night before.
“Try my pussy first.”
“Thought you didn’t want it in the pussy.” That was Sam.
“I realized that was Brad’s rule, not mine.”
“Well okay honey. Let’s try that pretty little pussy.”
Marty wasn’t as big as Sam. It was the right hole. It should have been easy, but it wasn’t.
“Try sittin’ on it honey.”
That meant she had to give up on Rachel, who sat on Marty’s face instead, the two ladies facing each other as Ann tried to impale herself. What about Sam? Was he going to fuck Rachel? No, he was heading behind Ann.
“Oh my God! You gotta be kidding.”
There wasn’t room. It was going to spit her apart. Be careful what you wish for. Was she going to live out a fantasy, or was it going to kill her?
“Isn’t this what you wanted, honey?” Rachel grabbed her shoulders and pushed her further onto Marty. Oh my God, there wasn’t enough room, and Sam was working his way into her other opening.
“Ever do this, honey?”
“With girls. Dildos weren’t this big though.” Oh my God, how could she be making more room? How could there be so much pressure, so much sensation?
“That’s it honey, just relax and enjoy the ride.” Sam pulled out and moved between the ladies. Oh my God, was it messy? But he was pressing his cock into Rachel’s mouth. Ann had seen that once on a porn tape one girl’s shit going into another girl’s mouth. Even her cheerleader sisters hadn’t come up with something as depraved as that. She couldn’t believe she was watching it happen right in front of her eyes, so close she could smell it, almost taste it. Then he went behind Rachel. What was he doing? The same thing he’d done to Ann. So what was next? Pretty obvious. There was no way she was going to lick up Rachel’s shit.
Well, hadn’t she and a girlfriend licked each others assholes once? This was different though. Sam was going balls to butt with Rachel. Of course. They probably did some variation of this all the time, with or without a guest. Groupie, she was just another groupie, ready to do anything for a chance to fuck a celebrity. Except she hadn’t realized Sam was groupie bait, not exactly. Smooth, confident, experienced, yes, but really he didn’t have that God’s gift to women air about him. Just like Brad never puffed himself up as the super consultant. What had Brad been like in his single days? Jane must have been quite a prize, beautiful and brilliant. She was so lost in her reverie she absentmindedly opened her mouth. The same musky taste as Rachel’s pussy, more on the pungent side. Not bad, really.
“Nasty girl,” Sam purred. And he came, spewing cum into her throat, so that she was sputtering, trying not to choke. Then it was Marty probing at her lips, eyes wide as she let him slide down her. No way she was going to try to deep throat Sam, but Marty was not nearly as thick. Okay, time to do Rachel, finish the job off. She started by plunging her tongue into what Sam had left gaping open. And that was the end of it. The ring of muscle trapped her as Rachel gasped.
“Want a beer?” Marty offered her a bottle from the bucket. Yeah, a beer would be the thing to wash everything down.
“You’re good,” Rachel said. “Ever think of turning pro?”
“A hooker?”
“No, movies. I can tell the camera loves you, just from those shots from the Bayou.”
“Too old?”
“Tell me Sam, how old do you think Ann here is?”
“Oh come on, Rachel. You know that’s one question a gentleman will never answer.”
A gentleman. Yes, in some odd way Sam was that. He could stick his cock up your ass in a very polite way.
“She’s already told me. Ann, you got any problem if I tell Sam how old you are? He can look it up anyway, if he’s got the ambition.”
“Fine with me.”
“Okay, how old is she? Not that it matters, honey.”
“No, you have to tell me first how old you think she is.”
“”Well, I would have said late teens, early twenties, until I saw her all dressed up this afternoon. Now I’m not so sure.”
“Early thirties.”
“Well don’t that beat all. Honey you don’t look it at all. You’re like the car that only went to church on Sunday.”
“Tell you what hon, you’re going to be here a couple more days? How ‘bout I set you up for a little shoot Thursday? No need for an audition. This time good for you?”
“Not if the weather’s nice. We’ll be at the lake..”
“We could do it over there. No? Well, later in the evening then. Just tell your buddy you’ve got a date. Close enough to the truth. Or he can come watch, if you like. If you’d feel safer.”
“We have husbands come along to watch their wives,” Marty added. “Turns them on. ’Course then they see wifey doing all this stuff she never did at home.”
“You guys make porn flicks? That’s your business?”
“We do it more as a hobby. Not that much money in it. We’ve produced a couple of regular movies, too. But it’s mostly the music.”
“You a singer, honey?” That was from Sam.
“Not really. Church choir, that’s about it.” That was enough to make Ann blush. What was she going to tell her choir ladies?
“We get some nice ladies,” Rachel said. “It’s something that they can do while hubbie’s off at work, the kids are in school.”
“Like Belle de Jour.” Ann sighed. She could tell she was headed for that with Evan. The little sex they were having now would be no sex at all by the time they had a couple kids.
“Okay honey, tell you what. Give us a call when you get back from the lake. Believe me, you’re better off doing this before you have your dinner. We’ll find some nice young studs for you. Not these two old rattletraps.”
“You ladies ready for another go ‘round with the rattletraps?” Sam asked.
“Are we ready? I’m always ready. What about you, hon?”
Well, not exactly. There wasn’t much left of her that didn’t feel over used. Sore, chafed, bruised, aching. It was hard to find all the adjectives needed to describe how unready her flesh was.
“Just teasin’,” Sam chuckled. “Just wanted to see the look on your face. Don’t want you to go from being the appetizer to being the entree, know what I mean?”
“What was I the last time, dessert?” No answer, and maybe it was just as well. “Well, I should get going. I told Brad I’d meet him at the happy hour. Thanks all. That was fun.”