About Anna

It’s nearly 8 PM and I’m sitting here in a pissy mood. I agreed to go to the mountains with Jane and a couple of her friends this weekend. Jane’s sister has come down with the flu and needs help with the baby while her husband is away on a business trip. So here I am waiting for Peter and Anna to pick me up for a two hour drive to the mountains. What put me in a pissy mood is the fact that I don’t really like Peter and Anna. Well Anna is okay. She’s pretty and sweet, but Peter is absolutely boring. He’s 21, an ultra conservative and always has everything well planned. He and Anna have been going out since high school. They’ve come to the same college and are getting married this summer after graduation. I might as well be going off for a weekend with a 50 year old couple.

I could see his car approaching. In an instant my mood did a 180 degree turn. I could feel that little rush that runs up your spine and finishes in a smirk, joyful smile. A thought raced through my mind. I’d fuck Anna this weekend. No, I wouldn’t just fuck her, I was going to FUCK her.

As he pulled up, the trunk unlatched. I threw my bag in, and slid into the back seat behind Anna. We exchanged greetings and condolences about Jane. Then, as he started to drive, he told me about the weekend.

“Too bad Jane had to cancel, we’ll have a great weekend. We’ll head off tomorrow morning about 9:00 so we should be at the trail head by 10:00. It’s a good 3 hour hike to the summit but a bit faster coming down. So I figure we can hang out and have some lunch on the summit until 3:30. We should be back at the car by 6:00. I’ve reserved a table at the restaurant in town for 7:30 so we’ll have plenty of time to get back.”

Somehow I managed an inattentive response. “Great. Sounds like you have everything planned”.

I listened to him banter on about different topics while we drove to the cabin. Occasionally I’d try to engage Anna in a bit of conversation, but he always managed to turn the conversation back to the news, politics ot even worse – school. It really didn’t matter though. My thoughts were on how to separate him from Anna for a few hours so that I could separate Anna from her panties.

About 20 minutes after arriving at the cabin, Peter announced that they were headed off to bed so as to be well rested for the upcoming hike. It wasn’t even 10:30 and I was sitting alone in the living room. Obviously Peter was not going to make this easy for me. I decided to look for some ammunition. It didn’t take long to locate the liquor cabinet. The cabin belonged to an uncle of Peter so I had no reservations about drinking his scotch. There were several bottles of wine that looked like ammunition for tomorrows conquest. After a couple of scotches I was feeling better about going to bed early.

At 7:00 AM I was about to get out of bed when I heard a rhythmic squeaking noise from the bed down the hall and an occasional faint moan. Damn. I absolutely didn’t want to start the day listening to them fuck. Suddenly there was a grunt and everything stopped. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. Start to finish, it lasted less than 2 minutes. Poor Anna I thought. She has a lifetime of two minute fucking ahead of her.

Just before 10:00 we were on the trail. It was a gradual climb for the first 45 minutes. Then the trail became a little more rocky and a bit steeper. It didn’t take long for Peter to lag behind. While walking with Anna, I learned that, like me, she ran 3 or 4 days a week anywhere from 5 to 10 miles at a time. We were both in good shape for the climb, but Peter struggled.

We often had to stop either to wait for Peter to catch up or to let him rest. The 3 hour hike to the summit took us well over 4 hours. We should have let Peter rest more, but we knew that visibility would be a problem, so at 4:00 we started down the mountain.

We were in the car at 7:00. Anna and I had plenty of energy, but Peter was absolutely exhausted. I could hear opportunity knocking. When they sat us at the restaurant, I immediately ordered a bottle of wine knowing that it would hit Peter hard.

It was nearly 10:00 when we got back to the cabin. I asked Peter and Anna to join me as I opened another bottle of wine, but Peter wasn’t having any of it. In fact, he was off to bed. That’s the good news. The bad news is that Anna headed up the stairs after him. I knew that I had to find a way to get her back downstairs or the opportunity would be lost.

After about 10 minutes, the bedroom door opend. I looked up. Anna was at the top of the stairs in a pair of light cotton pajamas. I could see her tits bouncing under the loose fitting top as she made her way down the stairs. The pajama bottoms were shorts that came about half way down her thigh. She looked good. No, she looked great and her smile told me that she knew it.

As she sat on the sofa with me, I poured her a glass of wine. “Shall I pour a glass for Peter?” I slyly asked.

“No he’s already asleep. I think you could fire off a rocket tonight without him waking up.” she replied.

She produced a tube of lotion and spread a little on her foot. She was about to rub it in when I said, “Let me”. She gave me the lotion, then took her wine and slid back to the corner of the sofa. She stretched her leg out and rested her foot on my lap. I started to massage her feet. Occasionally she would reward me with an “Oh”, or “Ah that feels great”.

“If I lay on the sofa would you give me a bit of a massage?” she asked.

The thought occurred to me that maybe Anna was not as innocent as I suspected. “How can I resist an offer to put my hands on that body.” I responded. She gave me a startled look.

“Oops. Did I say that out loud?” I recovered.

“Yes you did” she laughed.

Sliding down the sofa, she rolled onto her stomach. I knelt on the floor next to her. I had just made it obvious that I wanted more than to enjoy a glass of wine with her. Now it was time to see how far she was willing to let me go.

I started massaging her legs, making my way up her thighs. When I reached the hem of of her pajama shorts, I slid my hands under the edge pushing it up towards her ass. She spread her legs so that my hands could slide further up her thighs. The green light lit in my head.

I massaged her thighs until the edge of my hand lightly brushed her pussy. My hands worked up and down her thighs. On each stroke, the edge of my hand pushed against her pussy a little more. Finally there was a soft moan of enjoyment. I grabbed the waistband of her pajama bottoms. As I gently rolled her pajamas over her ass, she raised her hips letting me slide her pajamas over her ass, then under her knees and finally over her ankles. Anna was bare ass laying on the sofa next to me. My cock took notice.

I put some more lotion on my hands and started massaging her gorgeous ass. I let my hand slide down the crack of her ass until my fingers brushed her pussy. I wanted to suck on her pussy and didn’t want the taste of lotion so I didn’t let my fingers slide into her. But as my hand withdrew, I made contact with her anus and and let my finger linger and press against it.

“Oh” she moaned. It was the moan of a woman experiencing a pleasurable touch and I wondered if it was the first time she had her asshole massaged.

I started massaging her back, pushing her pajama top up toward her shoulder. Finally she lifted herself up and pulled her top over her head. She was completely naked now. I kissed her for the first time and then let my tongue search out her nipples. After sucking on her tits, she pulled my head up so that our eyes met and said something that caught me completely off guard.

“I’ve never been with anyone other than Peter. I love Peter, but we’re getting married in three months and I don’t want to start our marriage wondering what it’s like to be with someone else.”

She looked at me for a few seconds and then kissed me passionately. Her body pressed against me. It was torrid. I sat her on the sofa and stripped off my clothes while she watched. I noticed her breath deeply as she caught sight of my hard cock. I knelt in front of her and spread her legs. My tongue slid up her thigh to her pussy. Immediately there was a deep moan and her hands slid through my hair.

I buried my head in her pussy. Her clit was enlarged and as I gently licked, sucked and teased it, I could hear soft moans of enjoyment. She grasped my head between her hands and guided me so that my tongue probed exactly where she wanted it. I felt her hips arch up toward my head and her body quiver. She lifted my head as her body convulsed in orgasm.

“Peter hardly ever does that to me.” It wasn’t a statement of disappointment but there was the unmistakable tone of longing. I rolled her onto her knees.

“I’ll bet Peter has never given you any of this.” I buried my head in her ass. My tongue stretched between her legs and found her pussy again. I drew my tongue across her pussy until it reached her anus. As I spread her ass and let my tongue probe her anus, the sweet sound of “Oh my”, “Oh my” tingled in my ear.

I tongue fucked her ass. When I came up for air I whispered to her “Massage your clit. I want you to cum with my tongue up your ass.” She complied and shortly later she obliged.

I rolled her over again and seated her on the edge of the sofa. Kneeling in front of her, I wondered how she would react to my tongue having just withdrawn it from deep in her ass. I leaned in to kiss her. She licked, probed and sucked my tongue like she was a heroin addict in withdrawal and I was offering her a fix. I grasped my cock in my hand and started rubbing her pussy and clit with it.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.” I quietly announced. I slid my cock about half way into her pussy. I was surprised at how tight she was. “When did you and Peter first have sex?” I asked. “Our freshmen year” she answered. Damn, Peter had been fucking her for over three years and her pussy was still incredibly tight. Her eyes widened and there was a notable gasp as I plunged the remainder of my shaft into her.

I settled into a steady rhythm. Her head was cocked forward as she watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy. “Do you like that?” I asked. She nodded. I grabbed her legs at the knees and spread her wide open. My rhythm quickened. Her breathing both deepened and quickened to keep pace.

I let one of her legs drop. With one leg still in the air, I stepped over the other knee. We were in a scissors position and now I was driving my cock into her at a considerable pace. She responded. “Oh”, “Oh”, “Oh”. I grabbed hold of her tits and squeezed.

Her hips started bouncing off the couch. Anna was a good fuck. “Do you like to suck cock?” She started to answer. “I’ve never” but didn’t complete the response. My cock was driving into her deeper and faster than ever. She was beyond conversation. I suppose I should have been surprised by the fact that I was fucking a 21 year old co-ed with a fiancee that had never sucked a cock. But actually I was pleased. “You’re going to suck one tonight though aren’t you?” Again she nodded. Anna was obedient and compliant beyond belief, and Peter had absolutely no inclination of the slut-fucking opportunity he was missing.

I pulled Anna onto the floor and positioned her on her knees. From behind her, I slid my cock back into her pussy. I let my arms fall to my side. Her elbows were on the floor and she was pushing her ass backwards into me. I didn’t have to do anything. Anna was fucking herself with my cock. She started gasping on each thrust. I slapped her ass. “Oh” she responded. I slapped her ass again and then again. Each time she responded.

I could feel a load of cum starting to build. It was time to really fuck her. Leaning forward, I asked “Did you come down stairs to fuck?” She managed to reply while inhaling a gasp of air. “Yes.” “Then lets fuck.” I responded. I grabbed her hips and started driving my cock into her as fast and hard as I could. Her arm reached back under her stomach to rub her clit. Peter really was knocked out. Between the slapping noise as I slammed against her ass and the moaning, we would have awakened an entire dormitory if we were on campus.

Her body started to shake as her hand dropped from her clit. I was on the verge of cumming myself. I pulled out my cock and pinched off the head to keep from cumming. Then I sat her on the floor and straddled her bringing my cock to mouth. “Open” I commanded as I grabbed her by the hair. Her mouth opened wide and I lowered my cock. When I released the head of my cock a load of hot cum spewed into her. I shook my cock to get a few more drops out. “Lick the head of my cock”. Her tongue stretched upwards to collect the last drop of cum. “Now swallow.”

One of the best things about being 21 is the short recovery time you need to get your cock hard again. I only needed 5 minutes. I sat on the floor opposite Anna and grabbed the glass of wine. We passed the glass back and forth, each taking a sip while we recovered.

“Peter and I have never had sex like that.”

“I know” was my response. She chuckled. “You don’t like Peter do you?” she inquired. “It’s not so much that I dislike him, but he’s a bit too conservative for us ever to be real friends.”

“I know” was her response and now it was my turn to chuckle.

“Are we going to do it again?” she asked.


I had her lay on her stomach on the sofa again. I squirted some of the lotion onto the cheek of her ass and then positioned myself so that I was kneeling next to her head. “Here, suck on this” Without hesitation, she started sucking my cock. As my cock hardened in her mouth, I reached over and started massaging her ass. I brushed the lotion onto her anus and started rubbing it in. She was a bit startled as my finger slipped into her ass. I added more lubricant and made sure to rim the inside of her asshole, spreading it as I did

With my cock fully erect, I withdrew from her mouth and lubed it with a hefty dose of lotion. I positioned her so that her left knee was on the floor, and her right knee on the sofa. With my left hand I spread her ass and drew the head of my cock up to her asshole. Slowly I started to work my cock into her ass. When the head of my cock was in her ass, I could feel her tighten. ‘Oh no, stop” she begged. I stopped. “I’ve never done this before. You’re too big. I don’t think I can.”

I started to massage her ass with my hands. “Relax your ass.” When her ass finally relaxed, I pushed my cock in until I has halfway up her ass. Her ass tightened again. “Stop. I can’t” she bemoaned. I started massaging her ass again. There was no way that I was going to take my cock out of her ass. This was a ripe virgin ass, and I was going to fuck it. I leaned forward to encourage her. “Peter will never fuck your ass. Do you want to go through life with a virgin ass? Never knowing the pleasure of having your ass fucked by a hard cock?”

After what seemed like several minutes she started to relax her ass again. Anna reached up to grab a pillow from the sofa. She buried her head in the pillow. With her ass fully relaxed again, I thrust my cock into her. Her scream was drowned in the pillow. I slowly worked my cock in and out. As her asshole widened and adjusted to my cock, I added more lubricate. She pulled her head out of the pillow and pushed herself up onto her hands. Her hips started rocking in motion with my rhythm. She was fucking.

It took a few more minutes to be fully comfortable but soon she was back down on one elbow with her other arm stretched under her as she massaged her clit one more time. I thought her pussy was tight, but her ass was unbelievable. It was like her ass grabbed hold of my cock and was squeezing it. When the moans started, I grabbed her hips once more. Soon we were at full throttle. I waited until her body started that now familiar spasm. She was at orgasm. I rammed my cock as hard as I could squirting a load of hot cum deep into her ass.

She waddled off to bed while I enjoyed one last glass of scotch.

In the morning, I was up and in the kitchen brewing some coffee. The kitchen is directly below the room where Peter and Anna slept. I heard the rhythmic squeaking noise from their bed, an occasional faint moan and then a few minutes later the recognizable grunt of Peter finishing. Thoughts of Anna started rumbling in my mind. She had put-out for Peter yesterday morning. She put-out for me last night, and here she was putting-out for Peter again this morning. I could feel my cock harden as I realized that Anna is a nymphet.

I heard the shower turn on upstairs. There was a shuffle of feet and I turned to see Anna walking into the kitchen. She was dressed in the same pajamas. I took her hand and walked her over to the kitchen table. “How long will Peter be in the shower?” I asked. “About 10 minutes, I guess” she responded with a puzzled look on her face.

I spun her around and bent her over the table. With my hand in the center of her back, her tits were pinned to the table. “Spread you legs” I ordered. “We can’t, Peter will hear” was her response. “He won’t hear anything for the next ten minutes” I answered. My cock was out and I was using it to push aside the crotch of her pajama bottoms as her legs spread wide open. I pushed my cock into her pussy. It was noticeably hot from having just been fucked by Peter.

I didn’t waste anytime. I started fucking her hard. She literally finished just seconds before the shower went off, but I still had my load and I needed relief. I let her up and had her squat in front of me. When I stuck my cock in her mouth, I wrapped by hands around her head. I knew I only had a few minutes before Peter showed up. It wasn’t a blow job. I was fucking her face, driving my cock deep into her throat. As the cum started shooting out of me, I pulled her head into me. With my cock deep in her throat, she gagged but I didn’t let her loose until I’d emptied my load.

She tidied herself up and announced that she was going upstairs to take a shower. I could see a residue of my cum on her lips. “Give Peter a big wet kiss” was the last thing I said as she disappeared from the kitchen.