2015 Teaser 01 - Annie Babysits the Kids 08

The first in my series of teasers to give everybody a hint at all the stories I'm working on.  Some of them are going to be short--as I may not have a lot written down and some stories currently only being outlines and such--but I hope it gives a fair representation of the stories so everybody can see I'm not just sitting around on my ass, LOL.

This first one (going alphabetically) is an excerpt from the beginning of Annie Babysits the Kids 08.  It is the day after the infamous Pool Party...

Annie woke up Monday morning actually surprised she was alone in bed.  Her dreams had been filled with images from the pool party—completely naked except for her high-heeled shoes, kneeling on a lounge chair as Rick shoved his cock into her mouth while the other guys—Tom, Greg, Stan, and Brent—took turns fucking her, her body having non-stop orgasms.  The scenes in her head had  been relived over and over as she slept—Rick cumming down her throat, then his cock being replaced by Jerome’s, black cock sliding between her red lips while she eagerly sucked him off as well, completely overcome with lust. 

Then there were the porn actors who had been at the party, having their way with her like the others—using her as if she was simply some party slut hired for the men’s pleasure.

Had she really done all that yesterday?  Had she really behaved like a wanton slut, letting not only her fiancé’s friends, but complete strangers, have their way with her?

As she stretched her body in bed, the soreness between her thighs and the tenderness of her breasts were proof enough of her unadulterated use, an affirmative answer to her doubts and questions.

No, she had not simply dreamed it.

How could she have betrayed Bob’s trust like that, being a total whore for his very own friends?  And what kind of friends blackmailed and fucked their best friend’s fiancée?

Her world was turned completely topsy turvy, first Brian and William’s debasement of her, and now Bob’s friends.

Her thoughts returned to the love of her life.  Bob had urged her to be more ‘open’ with the guys, even telling her to allow them to cop a feel of her ass or tits if she was willing—and hinting at more.  To her shame, that and more had happened.  Would her fiancé really be all right knowing she had been willingly gangbanged at the pool party while he was innocently away, leaving her alone, trusting not only herself but his friends concerning her wellbeing? 

Her biggest concern—even above the thoughts of Rick and the gang’s betrayal of Bob’s trust—was her own betrayal.  Not only had everything she had dreamed happened, but she had allowed it, and in fact, enjoyed it.  She may have protested and stated no at first, but in the end she was as much a willing participant as any of the guys there.

Had she really begged and pleaded for them to fuck her?

Her only glimmer of hope was that as exciting and carnal as her use at the party had been, nothing compared to the gentle sensual lovemaking with Bob afterwards.  Although she had been used continuously, her biggest orgasms had been in her own fiancé’s arms, feeling more content than she ever had when he had been inside her.  She had no doubts about her enjoyment of the uninhibited use by the other guys, but her session with Bob transcended even that—with Rick and the gang it had been pure unadulterated physical lust, but with Bob it had been something meaningful.

Bob had always stated his beliefs on the difference between love and lust, that fucking and lovemaking were two entirely separate things, and although both could happen together, they also could be done separately.  Although they were all sex in the broadest of terms, the mindset and circumstances, even the freedom provided by both, were different.  Perhaps he was right.

Sitting up in bed, she looked down at her inner thighs, expecting to see herself covered with bruises based upon how tender she was, but her legs were smooth and unharmed.  She was also surprised to see no bruising or blemishes upon her breasts, also tender from all the man-handling they had endured.

In fact, her entire body had a wonderful dark tan—a benefit of being completely naked most of the afternoon.

Contrary to the flawless glow of her body, her mind was in complete turmoil, a storm of thoughts, questions, and doubts flying through her head faster than she could grasp them.  Had everything really happened?  Had she allowed Rick and the gang to have their way with her, slacking their lust upon her?  And had she really not been reluctant, but actually eager to be used by them?  And what about Bob?  How could he condone the betrayal of not only his friends, but of his own fiancée?  Could he really be comfortably knowing his friends had used her over and over?  Would he really understand it had been an act of lust, not love?

When they had first started dating, Bob had asked her to dress more provocatively.  She had done it for him, thinking he was turned on by her beauty and showing it to him; however, it had not taken long for her to discover his primary purpose was not to enjoy her for himself, but to show her off to his friends.  Dressing like a slut in front of his friends had made him so happy, she had followed his requests, even when she was uncomfortable, dressing and acting like a slut whenever they went out with Rick and the gang during high school—even living with the reputation for being a cock tease. 

And Bob had been pleased with her; however, this last year she had discovered he fantasized about his friends being even more intimate with her—instead of having her on display, he apparently wanted to share.

At first she had been appalled, thinking Bob did not love her, merely seeing her as a piece of meat, some commodity to pass around to his friends; however, over the years she had been amazed at the depth of love he gave to her, not wanting to debase her, but to have her enjoy herself.  She was starting to wonder if he truly believed a person could satisfy their lust upon one person—or persons—while being in love and devoting their life to another.

She was completely confused. 

Once again she through about her continuous orgasms from her use by the other guys paling in comparison to the mind-blowing release she had felt in Bob’s arms.