Anya

I slammed my cock back and forth into Anya's pussy. I'd been waiting for this for months. Her tits shook underneath my chest. She bit her lip, eyes closed, as if she was fantasizing about someone else. But she was gasping, her legs trembling.

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "Right there. Right . . . there!"

"Yeah." I reared back, my cock surging. "Take it, take it! Oh fuck!"

I came, pouring my cum into her body. Finally. After months of watching Anya in her bar, buying her drinks, flirting with her, trying to kiss her, she'd finally invited me to her apartment. For sex.

Anya's body squirmed beneath me. "Okay. Okay." She patted my shoulder. "Get off me now."

My dick was still dripping as I stood up. I gazed at Anya's tits, flushed and sweaty. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah." She rolled over on the bed. "Just give me—get me a drink, all right?" She ran her hands over her face. "There's some wine in the kitchen."

"What about your mother?"

"She doesn't care."

* * *

I'd met her in the neighborhood bar. Anya was a little bit older than me. She bought and sold real estate, and she was pretty good at it. I was unemployed, but I had enough money to get by.

Anya always wore what I thought of as a ninja outfit: Black tights that hugged her hips and legs, and a tight black shirt that didn't give an inch to her big tits. In the summer she wore a little tennis skirt, and I'd try to sit near her to check out her slim, athletic legs.

We chatted. I tried to flirt. She ignored it, but she'd let me give her a kiss on the cheek.

"I was married three times," Anya told me one summer afternoon, after a couple of glasses of wine. "I'm just not cut out for marriage."

"Okay." I finished my beer and ordered another. I was ready to go home, but I wanted to keep talking to her. And gazing at her legs. "I get that. What did they do wrong?"

"Not them. Me." She swallowed the last of her wine and ordered a new one. "My first one? Let's see . . . I was right out of college, and the sex was good, but he wanted to go for his Ph.D., and after three years he wasn't getting any closer to it. Then . . ."

Anya leaned back and smiled. "Then I married Roger. He was a hedge fund manager. Lots of money. We lived in a big condo with a view of the lake, and he threw these lavish parties. We had a lot of fun for a few years, but then he started doing cocaine in the morning. And all day. So I got out."

She sat forward, her elbows on the bar. "Then Carlos. " She ran her fingers through her short blond hair and laughed. "That was a big mistake. Two months of great sex, and then he hit me. That's when I realized . . ." She gulped some wine. "I just left. Walked out. Asshole."

I nodded. "So that's it on marriage?"

Anya laughed. "Nowadays? I just work. And work out." She stretched her legs. "And the rest of it is none of your business." She smirked.

I shrugged. "Right. Not trying to pry. Sorry."

"What about you?" Anya sipped her wine. "Married? Girlfriend? Gay?"

I leaned back on the barstool. "None of the above. No offense."

"None taken." She tapped her fingers on the bar. "Are you going anywhere right now?"

"Uhh . . . just home for dinner."

She licked the wine from her lips, as if making a decision. "Want to come home with me?"

* * *

Anya stripped off her top. Her boobs pushed at a tight black sportsbra. She pulled it over her head, and her big tits flopped out.

I grinned, staring at her big nipples. I was going to enjoy this.

"Well?" She planted her hands on her hips like Wonder Woman, her tits jiggling. "Let me see your dick if I'm going to do this."

"O-okay." I pulled my T-shirt off and dropped my jeans. My prick was already stretching my boxers.

Anya pulled her short skirt down to her ankles and kicked it away. Her panties were pink and tight. I pushed my boxers down, suddenly nervous, even with a naked woman watching me.

But my cock rose as I gazed at Anya's tits. She smiled.

"Okay." She dropped down onto a leather couch, lifted her legs, and tossed her panties at my face. "Lick my clit."

The apartment was fancy. A big-screen TV, a state of the art stereo, actual artworks on the walls—but all I cared about with Anya's pussy, right in front of my face.

"Not my pussy, my clit." Anya sighed as I flicked my tongue. "That's right. Oh, you know what to do, don't you?" She planted a hand on my neck, pressing me down. "Right . . . there."

I slid my hands up and down her legs, the legs I'd been looking at for months. She leaned back, gasping, and slung one leg over my shoulder.

I pushed my tongue into Anya's moist slit. She tasted salty and sweet. "Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned as my cock throbbed.

"Oh fuck." Anya moaned. "It's been such a long time . . . do it, do it, do it!"

I dug my hands into her ass, pulling her up to push her pussy into my face. I chuckled, swirling my tongue back and forth as she moaned.

Then the door opened.

"Oh yes!" Anya pushed her thighs tight around my neck, leaned back, and grabbed my shoulders as she came. "Yes, yes, yes!"

I kept licking her, ignoring whoever was behind me. Anya moaned, kicking her feet against my back. Finally she sagged down, gasping. And then she looked over my shoulder. "Oh, hi, mom."

I lurched up, my dick throbbing. Wait, her mother? I grabbed for my boxers.

Anya's mother was seventy or so, a little hunched over, with gray hair and a crooked smile as she gazed at my cock. "Oh, don't bother. I've seen them before. But yours looks nice." She flicked a tongue over her upper lip.

"Mom?" Anya sat up. "You're supposed to call from downstairs."

"I had all these bags, so the doorman just let me in." She planted two grocery bags on the table. "I got those cookies you like."

Anya stood up, stark naked, as her mother started unpacking her bags. Apples, celery, soup, nuts, cereal . . . "Mom, I'm busy here."

Her mother smirked. "I can see that. You just do what you're doing. I won't get in the way."

"Fine." Anya grabbed my wrist. "Come on."

Anya pulled me into her bedroom. Her bed had four high posts and thick blankets. She pulled them back, then knelt on the carpet and pulled my jeans down.

"Sorry about that." She licked her lips, gazing at my drooping cock. "My mom works for me. I didn't think she'd be coming back right now."

"She doesn't seem too, uh, shocked." I shivered as Anya ran her fingers over my balls.

Anya licked at my cock. "It's not the first time. I mean . . ." She leaned back, looking up at me. "She knows I get horny. One time I had two of my clients here, all night, and the next morning one of them walked out in his boxers while my mom was cooking breakfast. That wasn't so bad." She giggled as she stroked my cock. "The other one was a woman. Stark naked. That kind of made my mother wonder about me."

"Okay." I didn't care right now, as long as her mother wasn't going to walk in on us again. Although the thought of Anya in a threesome—with another woman—helped get me harder than ever. "Can you . . .?"

"Sure." Anya leaned in and took my cock between her lips. "Mmm . . ."

My legs shook. My cock was squirming. I looked over my shoulder to make sure the door was closed. Then I rested my hand on Anya's shoulder, groaning. "Ohh . . . ohh . . ."

She squeezed my ass. I bit my lip, trying not to cum down her throat. Anya seemed to sense that I was close, so she backed away, licking her tongue over the tip of my cock, and looked up at me. "You ready?"

Anya lay back on her bed, spreading her thighs wide. "Come on. I'm ready."

I reared up. "I've been ready for this for months."

"Really?" She smiled. "I didn't—I just thought—oh, yes! Yes!"

I plunged my cock into her pussy, deep and hard. Anya leaned back, her eyes wide, gazing up at me. Her tits shook as I took my first thrust.

"Oh." She groaned. "That's good. That's—so hard." She smiled. "How long?"

"Just—about—maybe seven inches." I clutched her hips. "Depends."

She laughed, squirming under my body. "No, you asshole. How long did you want to—do it? Do this? Do it! Oh, do it!"

I pounded my cock down. "That one day. I was watching you. For weeks. You always—looked hot. Always in black. Then last summer you wore a little skirt, a little white skirt . . ."

I had to slow down or I'd cum too fast. I stared down at her boobs, smiling. "It was your legs. I just wanted . . . okay, I liked your legs."

"Mmm." Anya ran her hands over my chest and sweaty shoulders. "I never thought—I mean, you're a nice guy, but I never thought . . . " She leaned back, her eyes glazed with lust.

"Thought what?" I grinned, staring down at her bare tits. "That you'd be fucking me someday?" I moved my cock in and out, slow and sure.

"It's just been so long." Anya moaned. "Months. The last time . . . oh, right there, right there!"

I slammed my cock back and forth into Anya's pussy. I'd been waiting for this for months. Her tits shook underneath my chest. She bit her lip, eyes closed, as if she was fantasizing about someone else. But she was gasping, her legs trembling.

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "Right there. Right . . . there!"

"Yeah." I reared back, my cock surging. "Take it, take it! Oh fuck!"

I came, pouring my cum into her body.

Anya's body squirmed beneath me as she came. She sighed. "Okay. Okay." She patted my shoulder. "Get off me now."

My dick was still dripping as I stood up. I gazed at Anya's tits, flushed and sweaty. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah." She rolled over on the bed. "Just give me—get me a drink, all right?" She ran her hands over her face. "There's some wine in the kitchen."

"What about your mother?" My clothes were still in the living room.

"She doesn't care." Anya rolled over. "We're not done yet."

* * *

I opened the door. Anya's mother was watching TV—some reality show. I took a deep breath and walked through the living room naked.

Wine in the refrigerator. I'd always seen Anya drinking rosé in the bar, so I grabbed a bottle and found two glasses in a cabinet.

"Mmm." Anya's mom stared at my dick. "Not the biggest. That was a black guy named Ozzie. He had her screaming all night. Two months ago. But I guess you'll do."

"Sorry." I didn't care, but I didn't want to be rude to Anya's mother. "I'll just go back--"

"Wait." She silenced the TV and held out a hand. "Give me some wine. I'll tell you a story."

I glanced at the door. "Anya's waiting for me."

"She can wait. This will get you nice and hard for her." She gazed at my prick.

* * *

"She was 18." Anya's mother sipped her wine. "I kicked her father out when she was 14. I knew she liked boys. And girls. But one night I came back home from working at the restaurant, and I found her in the middle of a bunch of naked bodies—girls, boys, one old man. Music blaring."

She wiped her eyes. "I just stood there. I couldn't move. No one noticed me. I closed the door and went to a neighbor. The next morning I came back, and everything was normal. But I knew nothing would be normal again."

I didn't know what to say. But I still wanted to go into the bedroom with Anya. "Are we okay here?"

"Go." She drained her glass and picked up the remote. "Make Anya happy."

* * *

Anya lay on the bed, legs wide, playing with her pussy. She sat up as I closed the door. "That took long enough. Did my mother talk to you?"

I poured wine. "She told me a story."

"Bitch." She swallowed the wine. "No, I don't mean that. She's been through a lot. She came in on me when I was having an orgy—is that what she told you? It was high school graduation. A bunch of my friends. And one teacher, Mr. Saunders. We barely got the grades to get through. So we had a big party, and we all ended up naked. And it was good."

I filled her glass. "Good."

Anya giggled. "Did she tell you the other part?"

I sat on the bed next to her. "What other part?"

"Where she dragged a guy away and then she fucked him." Anya shook her head. "I'd like to forget ever seeing that. But there she was, up and down over a guy named Kevin, her big ass wobbling back and forth, and Kevin pushing his cock into her like she was some great MILF." She laughed. "He even yanked out and came all over her tits. It was disgusting."

I stroked my cock. It was an impulse. "She said she just went to a neighbor."

"Right." Anya leaned over to take my prick. "You almost ready?"

"Sure." This encounter was getting weird. I didn't want to leave, but my cock had been up and down with all these stories. Anya . . . her mother . . . I closed my eyes.

Anya rubbed her hand up and down my shaft. "How about this? When I was 20, I was at the beach . . ."

* * *

In her bikini on the beach, on a hot day. Anya was horny, but she'd broken up with her last boyfriend two weeks ago. A bunch of college boys were willing to hook up with her, but even though she wasn't looking for a long-term relationship, she didn't want any more quick fucks from boys who only wanted to get off and then go home.

Anya lay on the sand, thinking about her dildo back in her room. The sun felt good. Maybe in an hour or two—

"Hey, Anya!" It was Becky, a girl in her Lit class, carrying blankets and a big bag. She wore shorts and a loose T-shirt. "Can I sit here?"

The beach wasn't exactly crowded, but Anya didn't mind. She sat up. "Sure."

Becky dropped her bag, rolled out her towel, and then pulled out off her T-shirt. "Great sun, isn't it?"

Anya gulped. Becky wore a tight yellow bikini top that barely held her tits. And a slim thong.

Anya tried not to stare at her pussy as Becky pulled her shorts down and plopped on the blanket. "I've got wine coolers."

Anya took one, trying not to gaze at Becky's tits. "So, what about Dickens, huh? I really liked Great Expectations."

"Oh, yeah." Becky grinned. "I just really wished there was more sex in it. Do you want me to put some sunscreen on you? You're getting kind of red."

Suddenly Anya knew where this was going. And she didn't mind at all. She rolled over. "Okay."

Becky's hands rubbed her shoulders. Then she unhooked Anya's bikini top to spread the lotion all over her back. "Is this okay?"

"Yeahhh . . ." Anya sighed. "Right there—in the middle of my back. Ohhh!"

"Mmm." Becky rubbed the lotion in, and then she pulled Anya's bikini bottom down. "Let's get in here, all right?"

"Oh fuck." Anya leaned up on her elbows. "What are you doing, Becky?"

Becky laughed. "I'm trying to seduce you. Is it working?"

"Y-yes." Anya groaned. "I like it. But . . . why?"

Becky slapped Anya's ass. "I've been watching you in Lit for two months. Remember that time you wore those black shorts and I moved to sit next to you?"

Anya moaned quietly. "I just thought—I just thought you liked me." Her pussy squirmed.

"I do like you." Becky kissed Anya's cheek. "You want to do it here? On the beach? With everyone watching?"

"Yes. No. Wait." Anya turned her head to kiss Becky's lips. "Fasten me up. We can--"

A man and a woman walking across the beach with their feet in the water looked at them. The man looked away. The woman, in a dark blue one-piece swimsuit, gave them a thumbs-up.

Anya stood up, quivering with excitement. "Let's go."

* * *

"We spent the whole weekend naked." Anya ran her hands across my back as I kissed her nipples. "Oh, that's nice . . . I licked her, Becky licked me, we came and we came and we came . . ."

I just wanted to suck Anya's nipples. But the story had gotten me hotter than before. My cock was rigid and pulsing.

Anya's body shuddered as I licked her tits. "I've been dreaming about this," I murmured. "Every time you come into the bar in that tight black outfit . . . I just wanted to strip it off of you and do this." I ran my tongue over her boobs.

"Well, I never thought of you that way." She held my bare shoulders. "I mean, you're good looking, but—sorry, that came out wrong . . ." Anya shivered. "This is good."

"Okay." I pulled back, still gazing at Anya's wobbling tits. "We ready?"

"Oh fuck, yes." Anya rolled over, knees against the bed. "This way? It's my favorite. I can really--"

"Fine." I grabbed her hips, tired of talking. "Take this. Take it . . ."

I slammed my cock into Anya's tight pussy again. She moaned. "Yes, okay, yes, yes!"

Yeah. Finally I was in here, after months of dreaming about her pussy. My cock was inside her, and Anya was gasping with lust as I filled her up.

"Oh fuck." Anya moaned, my cock buried deep inside her pussy. "Give it to me. Give it, shove it, do it . . . oh, oh, oh!"

I bent down, my hand on her shoulder. "Oh yeah," I muttered. "Take it—take it!"

Anya groaned. Her legs shook. "Hard . . . harder . . ." She laughed. "Very hard."

"Yep." I dug my fingers into her ass. "Very hard. Oh, oh yeah . . ."

For a minute we were silent, enjoying the sensation of our bodies locked together—my cock inside Anya's tight pussy, her ass bouncing against my hips, one hand on her shoulder as I rubbed her round butt. I wished I could see her tits, bouncing back and forth. But I concentrated on slamming my cock back and forth, listening to Anya groan with each hard thrust.

"Oh--" Anya moaned. "That's it. Don't stop. Keep going. Keep—cumming! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeahhh . . ."

I let go, spurting inside her, my cock throbbing as her pussy shook and clenched around my shaft. I reached around her body to grab one of her tits as her face fell onto the mattress.

"Oh yes." Anya groaned, her legs limp. "That was good."

I backed away, my cock still dripping. Anya's butt trembled. I gave her ass a squeeze, and then sank down onto the floor, gasping.

"Okay." Anya rolled over and sat up, smiling. "I needed that."

"Me too." I looked up at her. Gazing at her tits, shaking as she caught her breath. "More wine?"

"Maybe tomorrow." She stood up. "See you at the bar?"

I crawled to my feet and kissed her. Her nipples pressed against my chest. "I'll be there."