Slowly, the spasms subsided, and Annette drooped onto the bed in exhaustion. Her young body was not used to such frenzied activities as these. She felt her uncle withdraw his fuck tool, and felt empty as the softening prick popped out of her asshole with a sucking, plopping noise. She really had wanted to continue fucking, and could hardly wait for another fuck session. She squeezed her asshole shut, and enjoyed the sensations she felt as the slightly sore hole squeezed and contracted. It was gratifying to her to know that she had pleased her uncle as well as herself, and her enlarged asshole was positive proof of the fact that pleasure had been gained by both parties.
It had happened that way almost every night thereafter for the remainder of Uncle Steve's two-week vacation. Every time they could get away long enough to ass-fuck, they did so. Any place would do, as long as they could remain undetected. Happily, no one ever suspected what was going on.
CHAPTER TWO
As Annette was reminiscing about the past, her fingers were busy playing with her sensitive clit. Once again her pussy was flooded with climax and she came against her expert hand, bucking her hips back and forth against it, legs spread widely as he leaned back against the bathroom sink.
When the spasms subsided enough for her to look around and think more clearly, she realized that she was once again hot and nasty, and therefore in need of another swift rinse in the tub. Sitting down in the perfumed water, she rinsed herself, with careful attention being paid to her cunt and asshole.
Being so hot, she had decided to have a little fun on the job tonight.
Finished, Annette got out of the tub and dried herself. She lightly ran the towel up and down her sleek skin, over her tits, down her belly, up between her thighs, down between her luscious ass cheeks. As the towel contacted her clit, Annette had an urge to finger-fuck herself again. It was only with supreme difficulty that she resisted the urge, consoling herself with the thought that tonight she would most likely have a stiff cock to play with that would more than likely be fucked into her eager asshole again and again. She smiled to herself as she thought of the pleasure she would receive from a good stiff cock plugging her tight asshole.
Not wishing to delay any longer, Annette finished drying off and began dressing. She picked up a pair of black nylon bikini panties and held them up to the light. The light shone through the sheer material, giving an indication that if she wished to hide something, these were the wrong panties to be wearing. She slipped them on.
Wearing only the sheer black panties, Annette opened the bathroom door and entered her bedroom, which directly adjoined the bathroom. Walking over to her dresser, she picked up a pair of flesh-tone nylons and a black garter belt. Carefully, she rolled the nylon stockings up her legs, making sure they clung to her legs like a second skin. Satisfied, she put on the garter belt and fastened the stockings to it.
She stood and walked over to her closet to choose a dress to wear. Realizing that it didn't really matter which dress she wore, because she looked good in anything, she picked out a satiny green affair that, while modest, could do nothing to conceal her charms. The dress was cut just low enough to display a tiny glimpse of cleavage, enough to tantalize the viewer with thoughts of what was just a little bit farther down.
Annette carried the dress to her bed and set it down, while she went over to her dresser to apply a touch of make-up. She knew how to apply just enough to highlight her fine features, while not appearing artificial. Finished, she walked over to the dress and stepped into it. She walked over to her full-length mirror to survey her appearance. Turning this way and that, she could find no defect.
A few minutes later, she heard a honk which signaled the arrival of Mr. Long to take her to his home, where she would babysit for little Johnny, while eighteen-year-old Tom was out with his buddies and Mr. and Mrs. Long went to their weekly bridge club.
She walked outside and climbed into Mr. Long's late-model Chevy, where they exchanged friendly greetings.
Mr. Long smiled at her. "How are you doing, Annette? You're looking very nice tonight." He looked over her charms.
"Fine, Mr. Long. Thank you. How have you been? And how's little Johnny?" She flushed slightly at his frank admiration.
"I've been doing okay. Johnny is quietly watching television, and I hope he won't be any trouble tonight."
"I'm sure he won't be. He's such a good child and never causes me any problems."
"That's good. Well, let's go."
Mr. Long pulled away from the curb and began the short drive to his home a half mile away. He was a healthy thirty-five years old, with brown hair and a youthful face. Well built, he kept in shape through regular exercise in a small exercise room he maintained in his home for the purpose. Though fairly young, he was already a vice president of marketing at a large retail chain of department stores.
They made the drive in silence. As they arrived at the Long residence, Mr. Long told her to send out Mrs. Long when she went inside. Annette got out of the car and went up to the door of the house.
"Hello, Annette. It's so good to see you again," Jane Long was a good-looking woman of thirty-three with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a trim body with large, heavy tits which had not yet begun to sag with age and child rearing. Her ass, while still superbly shaped, was slightly well padded.
"Hi, Mrs. Long. Hope you enjoy yourself. Mr. Long told me to send you out."
Mrs. Long gracefully walked to the car and got in. They left, as Annette walked into the house and shut the door.
She went into the den and saw little Johnny lying on the floor watching the television. The child gave a squeal of delight when he saw Annette, who was his favorite babysitter. Annette couldn't help but smile at the obvious pleasure with which he greeted her.
Johnny sat in her lap and they watched television together for an hour. Since it was getting late, Annette told Johnny it was his bedtime, and he accompanied her to his bedroom, where she tucked him into bed.
Annette went out and closed the door, pleased that there had been no trouble. Not that she was expecting any. Johnny was a good kid and rarely became disagreeable with her.
Later, the Longs' other child, eighteen-year-old Tom, came in with a friend of his, Matt Cobb. Tom and Matt exchanged glances as they saw the luscious Annette. They all greeted each other, but not as intimately as Tom and Matt wished. Tom and Matt had frequently talked of how they would like to get into Annette's panties. She was the object of many a jack-off fantasy.
Annette was not unaware of the amorous yearnings she inspired in the boys. But, for once, she thought that she just might allow them to fulfill their fantasies with her. She began thinking how it would feel to have two men at once. It was a situation that she had often thought about, but had never had the chance to act out. Now that the opportunity had presented itself, she gave the matter more serious attention.
They sat around the television, but none were paying much attention to it. All were aware that each was thinking of fucking. It was Tom who finally suggested that the television was getting a little bit boring and that they ought to find something more exciting to do. Something like a little strip poker would surely stimulate their minds.