Annie wasn't in the mood for having a drink after work but her colleague Sandy had talked her into it. It was Good Friday tomorrow, and every body had a long weekend to look forward to. On Sunday Annie would be twenty one years old. So on reflection it seemed to be a good idea at the time.
Annie called home to let her mother know she would be back late and piled into the nearest pub with Sandy and three of their male work colleagues. All detectives from the same police station. It was already standing room only, several workers from nearby offices had the same idea. Old time rock and roll came over the speaker system with Elvis, Buddy, Little Richard and a host of others from the golden age that had changed teenagers forever.
The crush increased and the temperature rose, Annie removed her the jacket of her sensible work wear and strung it through the straps of her shoulder bag. The atmosphere was all goodwill, more like Christmas than Easter. Laughter rang out from all corners, peopled shouted to others they recognised from across the room.
Annie wasn't allowed to buy any drinks as it would be her birthday on the Sunday; they just kept on coming and disappearing. She wasn't a binge drinker normally and she realised she was tipsy. She unfastened a couple of her blouse buttons. Her colleagues were talking about their latest case, it didn't really interest Annie; she was clerical staff and not a police woman like her friend Sandy.
Annie felt her right buttock quickly squeezed, she turned her head quickly. Nobody looked guilty but the most obvious suspect was a tall fair haired guy standing just behind her. All the people had a sheen of sweat on their faces. Another double from the Detective inspector was pushed in her hand. There was another squeeze of her plump round buttock. She swung round to complain but the hand holding her glass struck the fair haired guy and slopped over his shirt; a damp stain quickly spreading.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry... somebody touched my...I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Accidents are bound to happen in this crowd." His eyes were smiley. "I suppose it was an accident and not an excuse to talk to me?"
"Certainly not."
"That's a pity. You're so pretty."
"Well, thank you." Annie simpered and smiled at him.
"At least you will let me get you another drink." he indicated a Latin looking guy, Spanish or Italian stock perhaps, "a good mate of mine." He disappeared towards the bar, weaving between celebrants with grace and aplomb. Annie had some trouble keeping her eyes focused on him, she had no idea how long she had been downing double vodkas.
"What's your name young miss?" asked Latino.
Annie told him and knocked back the remains of her drink and turned to find a table to place the glass down. It was swimming in beer. She turned back and staggered a little. A hand held her elbow to steady her, it was Blondie back. He handed her another double. "There you go girl get that down your pretty throat.
The two guys were funny and witty and constantly taking the piss out of each other; and eventually her; which she was bright enough to hold her own. She hadn't had such a good time in ages.
Annie's bra was killing her. She looked for the powder room and spotted the door across the far side of the room. She didn't want to run that gauntlet if she could help it; squeezing between all those men.
"Would you hold this please?" she asked Blondie. He took the drink of her and watched with amusement as she tried to reach the clips of the bra.
"Here," said Blondie handing her drink back, "let me do that for you." Annie looked into his smiling blue eyes and turned her back in consent. She enjoyed the feel of his palms stroking up her back, his fingers tips brushing up her rib cage. The unfastening of the back strap made no difference to her firm breasts; except her nipples were more prominent. Annie's ego enjoyed the attention she was receiving from her new friends.
Annie took a sip of her drink and turned to face her helper. His fingers delved into her blouse sleeves and hooked under the shoulder straps. She pulled each arm out in turn; switching her glass from one hand to the other. His hands slipped under the front of her blouse, as his fingers touched her swellings she moved away from his exploring hands with a giggle. "I can manage the rest myself, but thanks for your help." Annie tucked the discarded bra into her bag accepting another drink from Latino who stroked her bum and received a smile.
"How about a thank you?" He asked and lowered his face. Annie felt his tongue push between her teeth; she tongued him back.
Annie felt a tug on her arm. It was Sandy her face a little flushed from drink. "Come on Annie , time we where making a move," it sounded like an order.
Annie looked at her puzzled, "Move? Move where? What time is it?"
Sandy looked annoyed about something, "We are going for a meal somewhere. It's nearly nine," she hissed, "you are pissed and your behavior is attracting attention." Sandy tried to pull Annie away from her new friends.
Annie couldn't believe she had been in the pub three and a half hours. She shrugged off Sandy's hand annoyed. "Lighten up Sandy. The weekend starts here. Why the hell do you want to eat when we are having such fun." Sandy looked daggers at the two men; there was indecision in her eyes. "Go and have your pig out; I'll be here when you get back," said Annie.
Sandy was hesitant, "ok I'll be back soon, then we get on the tube and go home. And for Christ sake cover your self up." She spun and headed for the exit and the London night. Sandy was only five tears older than Annie, but Annie thought she sounded like her mother sometimes.
The room wasn't very steady when Annie announced to her friends, "got to visit the little girls room." They demanded and got a deep kiss before she was allowed to leave. She felt their hands on her flesh as they stroked her back; thumbs touching her breasts.
The two men watched her make her unsteady way across the room, pressing between men. They saw her buttocks squeezed twice and a hand come up for her nipple to brush across it. They looked at each other, grinned, nodded and toasted each other with their bottled water.
Annie looked in the vanity mirror after emptying her bladder. Her shoulder length copper hair needed a brush, her mascara was smudged with laughter and her lippy needed a touch up. She was surprised how flushed she looked. Then she saw what Sandy had been banging on about when she told her to cover up. her blouse was undone to below nipple level and gaping. She buttoned it up again, looked at the result, undid a button and giggled.
She ran the gauntlet back to the men to find another drink waiting for her. Latino put his arm around Annie's waist, Annie put hers around Blondie leaning against him. He seemed quite sober. Annie gulped at her drink.
"Tell you what Annie," said Blondie, "why don't you drink up and we can go on somewhere where we can dance?"
"I love dancing, I'm in the mood for dancing," was her eager answer.
They squeezed through the throng into the fresh cool night. The men helped her get her jacket on and each received a long kiss for their assistance. With their help she walked a few yards before a taxi was hailed.
She sat between them as the cab pulled away. Blondie's arm whent round her shoulder and he placed a soft lingering kiss on her lips. His hand slipped inside her blouse stroking her nipple. Annie pulled his hand away after a short interval only for Latino to kiss her and fondle her breast in the same manner. She pushed his hand away with a giggle. "You are naughty boys," Annie said. She thought she sounded a little slurred. The taxi was running through a part of London she didn't recognise.
The two guys kissed her in turn, she felt their hands moving slowly up her thighs, her knees where tightly together. When they reached the bare flesh between stocking tops and panties she grabbed their wrists and giggled, "don't the cabby will see what you are doing.' Blondie's fingers had crept inside her panties and were stroking her pubic hair when the taxi drew up.
Annie was led up a garden path, although the garden had long since disappeared and was covered in concrete with cars parked on it.
She watched in puzzlement as Latino stuck a latch key into a door.
"I thought we were going dancing," mumbled Annie.
"And so we are," replied Blondie. Latin American music filled the room almost immediately and she found she was holding a drink. Annie kick of her shoes, struggled out of her jacket and started to sway with the rhythm. Latino had his hands on her hips swaying with her. She saw Blondie pointing a camcorder at them as her hand went to the back of Latino's head and pulled him down for a kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Annie felt her back pushed against the wall as they continued to kiss. A pair of strong hands gripped and squeezed her plump buttocks inside her panties, she broke off the kiss and glanced down puzzled at the charcoal grey skirt that was round her ankles.
"My skirts dropped down, must pull it up, let me pull it up," said Annie.
"You have fabulous legs Annie. You should' t hide them." Blondie was smiling from behind the camera has he spoke.
"Have I really?" said Annie, "Do you really think so?"
She felt her panties pushed down her thighs. She camped her knees together, her hands grabbed the sides and tried to pull them up. She noticed her copper bush needed a trim. "No, you mustn't do that." Annie tried to squirm to one side, Latino's knee went between her legs keeping them open.
She felt Latino's hand stroking her pubic hair, a finger slid into her wet crevice. "I shouldn't be doing this." She gave a little gasp as the pad of his finger touched her clit. "This is wrong, I mustn't." Her back slid down the wall a little and her knees parted. Her mewing increased as Latino's fingers stroked and pleasured her."Oh God! Oh God!." Her hips were moving to meet his hand in time to the rhythm of the music.
"You are nicely wet Annie," commented Latino.
"You mustn't ...say those...things," she gasped, "you mustn't let you touch me." She felt his finger worm into her vagina seeking her 'G' spot.
"You are lovely and tight Annie."
"I can't...I can't." She orgasmed gasping and shaking her head.
When the orgasm had but all subsided, Latino swept her up in his arms and said,"take them off." She saw Blondie remove her panties completely. She was laid on the rug in front of the fire place, her eyes squinted in the glare of the bright ceiling light. Latino pushed her knees apart and signaled Blondie to move in for close up of her vulva. A tear trickled down the side of her face. She felt the buttons of her blouse undone and the panes pulled aside with a murmur of appreciation. The blouse was removed. Annie felt him push against her labi
Latino guided his sheathed cock to her entrance and plunged in up to his balls. Annie gasped and arched her back and shook her head. "God no...dont." Latino's thrusting was powerful and greedy. The jolts made her breasts wobble. The camera had gone in close again.
"God she's tasty," said Blondie,"what's she like?"
"Awesome, fucking awesome. As tight as that school girl we had," Latino gasped. His plundering of her body continued until with gasps and grunts the condom stopped him splattering his seed into her vagina. He kneeled between her legs panting from his efforts.
"Come on, move. It's my turn. take the camera." Blondie had stripped, his condom was in place. Annie looked at his cock through brimming eyes. It was bigger than Latino's and got thicker and thicker as it approached the root. She shook her head again,"no more, no more." His face dipped between her thighs and his tongue licked round the entrance to her vagina. His hands under her buttocks felt her tremble as his tongue slid up her cleft tasting her juices and the jerk of her hips as he reached her clit. His lips, teeth and tongue teased and delighted Annie far more than anyone had done before. She couldn't help responding to the joy she felt, her body betrayed her when her hips bucked at each touch to her ultra sensitive clitoris. She felt a finger enter her vagina and loud squeaks heralded the onset of her orgasm. She ruffled his hair and pressed his face into her labia. Squeaks turned to loud moans as the orgasm flooded in pleasuring her whole being. As the orgasm was subsiding and slowly drifting away she heard a mobile phone ring.
Blondie's fat, purple gland squeezed in. Annie parted her knees further. The penis slowly penetrated her going ever deeper, stretching her, until she was fully plugged. He stayed himself, feeling her soft flesh surrounding his hard. He gasped as he felt Annie grip him and her buttocks lifted of the rug. They smiled at each other.
Blondie started to fuck her, using the full length of his shaft. Her hips were moving to meet him. He heard her whimper as his shaft made contact with her clit. She was mewing with every deep thrust. She started to shudder. Her eyes opened suddenly as if surprised.
"Now...do it to me...harder...harder."
Blondie pushed himself up locking his arms straight and rammed himself into her brutally, his back flexing as he put all the power in his loins into the in-driving.
"Christ she's hot. We've hit the jackpot with her." said Latino peering through the view finder.
Annie's orgasm crashed in more powerful than she had ever experienced, lifting her to new heights of bliss. Blondie pounded on, drawing in great gasps of breath as he did his considerable best for her. Annie wept with joy as her massive orgasm continued. Her legs were shaking and her spine soaked up the jolting thrusts. Her hands gripped the rug to stop herself being pushed back. A door bell rang, ding dong.
Blondie gritted his teeth, the tendons on his neck stood out like ropes as the stirring in his balls generated harder and faster slamming. He felt the ultimate bliss of his cum rushing through his shaft as spurt after spurt jetted into the condom.
Annie rolled onto her face, legs slightly apart, arms above her head. The fibres' of the rug tickled her. She wallowed in the afterglow of her orgasm breathing deeply. A pair of hands started to kneaded her shoulders then worked their way down her back squeezing her buttocks. Annie gave a little sigh of contentment. The hands rolled her over on to her front in the full glare of the central light making her squint again.
Hands caressed her firm, swollen breasts, rolling and gently squeezing the hard nipples. A pair of legs moved between her damp inner thighs. "No more," she pleaded softly. It had been the first time she had been penetrated by two men in one night; or was it morning. She opened her eyes slowly and saw the white teeth and the whites of a pair of eyes set in a face the colour of bitter chocolate. Dread locks hung down. He was naked. "Who are you," asked the puzzled Annie.
"I'm the next door neighbour, came to complain about the noise. I'm glad I did, wouldn't want to pass up a chance of having a piece of you gorgeous."
There was something familiar about him. Annie looked down at his manhood. and was startled ar what she saw. It was impossibly huge and sticking out to her naval, rampant and ready. Circumcised and thick veined with a pair of balls that looked tiny by comparison. "No, I can't," Annie protested as his blck fingers wrapped around himself and guided himself to her pussy. He rubbed the huge purple gland in her crevice lubricating his knob with her plentiful juices. "You're too big, I can't, please."
"You all say that, but you all manage it."
Annie tried to sit up but was pushed back with ease. She felt the monster at her door. "No, no, I have to go." Annie screwed up her eyes against the light and the mounting pressure. She widen her legs to the maximum and drew her knees further back She heard somebody say, 'Jesus just look at that.' The camera was close to the action again, capturing the struggle for entry. She felt herself breached just as the exquisite stretching was becoming too uncomfortable.
His thick black shaft went deep nudging her cervix. The stud altered his position by planting his feet flat on the rug, bending her body back so her pussy pointed at the ceiling. In that manner they enjoyed each other. His thrusts were long and slow. Annie held her legs behind her knees and watched the pink inner lips of her vulva being drawn in by the friction. and pulled out on withdrawal. She was able to move her hips a little in unison with him. his fat knob came up against her pelvic bone, a bit like getting your head stuck in railings. he wouldn't be able to get it out until he was limp. She wondered why she had enjoyed Blondie more. She orgasmed twice before the studs gasps and change of tempo indicated his own climax.
"On your hands and knees Annie," ordered Latino, "Let's se how good it is in a different position." Annie complied without a murmur. And felt Latino plunge in to his balls. A fast and brutal fucking was delivered that made her tits wobble. Blondie offered his cock to her mouth which she sucked on greedily until Latino had finished with her. Two cocks at once, another first for Annie.
Blondie moved behind her. Again he seemed to be special to Annie, lifting her senses almost to a spiritual level. The big black weapon was pushed into her mouth when she would rather have concentrated on Blondie and joined in too please him. She was feeling sick and fought back the vomit.
The stud moved round behind her. "There's no condoms left," she heard Blondie say.
"I'll take the chance for this little beauty," was the studs reply. Once again Annie felt the exquisite discomfort of the black stud mounting her. But this time it was naked hard flesh caressing her own soft wetness. She watched the action between her legs of his glistening cock doing it's work.
Annie came round looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. The memories came flooding back. She sat up quickly, her head thumping and feeling nauseous. She was sitting on a strange bed, the soft snoring was Latino asleep next to her. She glanced at her watch, nearly two. The only light in the room came from the door leading to a landing, at least it wasn't two in the afternoon. She slipped carefully out of the bed and opened another door, she sighed with relief, it was an en suite.
Annie threw up in the bowl as quietly as possible and emptied her bladder. There was dried sperm on the tops of her ruined stockings. She looked in the mirror and was shocked at he sight. smeared lipstick, mascara streaked and her hair was a mess. She wet a towel and cleaned her face up as best she could. She left the en suite and headed for the landing.
There were no squeaky treads as she crept down stairs. The lounge door was open, the room in darkness as she peered in. Blondie was stretched out on the sofa and the black guy asleep in an armchair his legs out. The camera was on a tripod pointing at a table. Five knotted condoms were lying in the fire place. Annie spotted her skirt and blouse and put them on, the rustling sounded deafening to her. Her bra she stuffed in her bag, her jacket was still on the floor where she had dropped it with her shoes. She studied the black guy as she got dressed; it worried her; she had met him somewhere before. There was no sign of her panties, she would have to leave without them. She turned unsteadily to the door and caught sight of the camera. She removed the recording and stuck it in her bag.
Jenny opened the front door, the chill air feeling refreshing, she pulled the door to without engaging the noisy latch. She tottered down the path to the road looking up and down wondering which way to go. The road junction to her left seemed the busiest and the most likely to produce a cab. She staggered along hanging on to railings and shrubs until she reached the corner and glanced both ways. She nearly wept with relief when she saw the illuminated light of an underground station. Clapham South, she was south of the Thames but she could get home without a change. She was uneasy as the train jolted her to safety. It wasn't just the black stud, she was missing something other than her knickers. She relived the parts she had enjoyed which was most of it. The only real tinge of guilt had been when Latino had said, 'she may be a slut, but I envy her boyfriend having this darling on demand.'
Annie rummaged in her bag as she stood in front of her door and dragged out her keys. A sudden realisation made her rummage again. Her mobile phone was missing. Home numbers, work and friends were all on there and she had left it behind. The implications made Annie feel sick as she crept up her familiar staircase and pass her mother's room. She went straight into the bathroom and the shower and stuffed her tell-tale stockings in her bag and removed her bra and put it in for the wash. She had the water as hot as she could bear it, washing sperm off her body, her anus felt sore and there were vivid bruises on her inner thighs. She tried to scrub her sins away.
Annie towelled her self down roughly and, gathering up her clothes walk naked into her bedroom without turning on the light. She placed her bag on the bedside cabinet and slipped into bed. She snuggled up to her warm husband who grunted but continued to sleep. He was kind, warm hearted and wonderful. He had made the last five months the happiest of her life. She was still a bride, How could I do that to him', thought Annie, a tear trickled from her eyes. She suddenly remembered her wedding ring and finding it in her bag slipped it on without disturbing Grant. Her sleep didn't arrive quickly despite of her tiredness. The face and huge penis of the black guy swam through her brain.
Chapter 2.
Annie felt a hand shaking her shoulder, then she smelt coffee. "Wakey, wakey sleepy head," said Grant. She blinked her eyes open.
"What time is it darling?" She asked sitting up, the duvet falling away from her breasts.
"Nearly ten thirty." He replied with his lop-sided grin. He put a mug of coffee on the cabinet next to her bag, a hand stroked her breast once. Annie's memories hit her like a car crash. She felt the colour rush to her face. Grant mistook it for her reaction to his untypical intimate touch. "Mum's got your toast on." Annie's mother had sold her house in North London for a ridiculous profit and was waiting for the completion on the purchase of a bungalow on the Essex coast. She would be moving soon after Easter. Grant strolled out of the sunlight room.
Annie sipped her coffee, her head thumping. Her thoughts kept returning to her night with the three strangers. She didn't know a single name. Grant was not a demanding lover, truth be told he wasn't very good; not like Blondie. Had he been it wouldn't have happened. Annie had convinced herself that most of it was his fault. She would bluff it out if anybody asked questions.
Annie swung her legs out of the bed and groaned when she saw the bruising on her inner thighs. A pair of jeans would hide those. She was slipping a T shirt over her head when she remembered she had left her mobile phone behind. At the same moment a telephone rang down stairs. Annie froze, straining her ears in vain. She heard the phone replaced and Grant walking back up the stairs.
"That was...are you ok Annie? When I left you you were all pink, now you are quite pale."
"Got a hangover."
"Serves you right. That was Sandy on the phone. She's popping over to have a word so shake a leg."
Sandy, Grant's elder sister. She was the one who enticed Annie out for a drink last night, so it was partly he fault as well. Annie wondered if she should confess to some naughtiness before she got here. Sandy had no knowledge of the full extent of her depravity. Annie didn't know herself having passed out. She knew that they had continued to use her body for their pleasure while she was unconscious. There was no way that Grant must hear the full story, not in this lifetime. He didn't deserve that.
Annie walked into the kitchen where her mother had cereals and toast waiting. Annie had to admit the house and never been so well ordered and clean as it had been in the short time her mum had lived with them.
"Good morning Annie," she said, "where are your knickers?" Annie's mum didn't mince words.
"What are you talking about?" Annie glanced quickly around, Grant was in his beloved garden. The guilty reaction to the question didn't go unnoticed by her mum.
A suspicious look crossed her mother's face. "I've got the washing machine on, your undies are matching sets, I have your bra but you are short one pair of knickers, what have you done with them?"
Annie's brain tried to work but to no avail. her hands shook. She could not recall one instance when she had ever fooled her mother.
"Oh God Annie! What the hell have you done?"
Annie looked at her mother with pleading eyes, "please mum, leave it alone. Please"
Her mother looked shocked as the extent of her daughters behaviour dawned on her, "That explains you creeping in here a three in the morning and spending so long in the shower. Washing off his after shave and...and stuff."
"Don't say anything to Grant mum, he dosen't deserve that. Please mum."
Her mum fidgeted before replying, "I'll say nothing for Grant's sake, but I will not lie for you. If the balloon goes up, you are on your own." She paused, "how much is Sandra involved in this. Is that why she's on the way over?"
Annie shook her head, "I've no idea why she's coming over, we went our separate ways early in the evening."
Her mum sat at the table opposite Annie, her hands clasped. "Sensible girl that Sandy. You don't get to be a detective in the Met police without having your head screwed on right. But how she could leave you with a man at your age, you're only twenty. how drunk were you?"
"Sandy tried to drag me away but I wouldn't go. As for being drunk, very. I passed out at one point." Grant was wandering around the garden, he would be busy over Easter. "I am twenty-one tomorrow and I work for the Met myself."
"You are an office clerk. You passed out in a pub? Grant is sure to hear about that. What came over you Annie? You hardly ever drink."
"I didn't pass out in a pub." Annie wished she could bite her tongue off; the same tongue that had been licking strangers cocks.
"It must have been somewhere. He could have done anything to you." The disappointment on her face was hard for Annie to take. Grant's would be worse. "What's his name? Where does he live?"
Tell the truth and shame the devil, "I've no idea what his name is, I have some idea where he lives." Annie's voice was very quite. She took a couple of Paracetamol. Her mother's hand had gone to her mouth in disbelief. The door bell chimed, thank God.