Anna


What happens when your ultimate fantasy is realized? ff, mf, mff


Chapter One: In the Shed

I’m Anna, 16, and a sophomore at the Delmar Alternative High
school. I’m a hair under 5 feet, small in most ways, but firm and
tight. Good proportions. I have no need to wear underwear and
probably never will have to. I’m blonde and one of those people
who is aggressively open to suggestion, which has gotten me both
into trouble and also into many kinds of paradise. I was the
first in my class (eighth grade) to give a blow job, have anal
sex, and sleep with girls (although there wasn’t much sleeping
involved).

Delmar High created its alternative program so that oddballs like
me can graduate. My classmates are a queer assortment (literally
and figuratively), including those who cannot deal with
structure, authority or other people. My own difficulty was that
I would rather read than study, which gave me a great vocabulary
and a D average. But that was nothing really. I have classmates
who never speak, who seldom move and geeks who live entirely in
their game players. Included in this group, though, are several
of the beautiful people. Primary among these was Finley (Called
Finn) Styles. Finn, a junior, was my ultimate sexual fantasy,
neck and neck with Jessica Alba (a wonderful image, that). A
brunette, she was about 5’6”, with breasts and proportions so
perfect they made everyone in her near vicinity clear their
throats, try to look elsewhere, and not follow their immediate
reaction, which was to leap on her. When she took a shower after
gym, many nipples hardened; when guys shared a class with her,
they hardened. She was entirely straight as far as I knew, with a
boyfriend—Bart—who was a senior and just as beautiful as she was.
He was dark, brooding, a kind of alternative school James Dean.


This story is about Finn and me and some very special times.


I was sitting in the shed behind the alternative school smoking a
joint when I saw Finn walking toward me. The shed was about 50
yards from the alternative school, and I was very happy to watch
her walk my way. Her normal Spring wear was a tight T-shirt or
leotard top and jean shorts with holes in them. These holes
ranged in size from tiny to the size of half dollars. It was
plain to all concerned that she never wore underwear. There are
many ways the human body could bounce, most not pleasant to
watch, but her breasts bounced with a firmness that made my heart
race. Not for the first time with her, I wished I had a video
camera.

Finn had been out of sorts lately, crabby, and no one could
really say why. So when she got to the shed and had that furrowed
brow, I immediately said, “Hey Finn—looks like you could use a
toke.” And I passed her the joint. She said, “You’re absolutely
right” and took two massive hits. After the second one, her brow
unfurrowed and she looked more like her old self. Finn was
wearing a black leotard top so tight that I could see three small
moles between her breasts. I was trying hard to remember how to
breathe: in, out, etc. She sat down in an overstuffed armchair.

After she had settled a bit, her eyes glazing, I asked her,
”Finn, it’s none of my business but lately you’ve seemed a little
out of sorts. Is it anything you can talk about?”

Finn considered for a second before saying, ”It’s not really a
big deal. Bart went to a family reunion in California and he is
going to be there for nine days. He’s been gone three days and
I’m trying hard to be a good girl but….”

“I understand—it’s really not your nature. I’m there as well. So,
let’s see: you’re very horny but if you get off with another guy,
you’ve crossed the moral line?”

“Yeah—but some of these guys—even the geeky ones—are starting to
look very good to me.”

“If you could get off without it being a moral issue—that would
solve your problem, right?”

"God yes. But masturbation just isn't the same."

"Of course. But I wasn't talking about masturbation. I was
talking about me getting you off."

(Long Pause) "I didn’t know you were a lesbian."

"Why would you think that?"

"Let’s see…because you just offered to get me off?"

"I consider myself an equal opportunity lover. I love guys. They
can be delicious. I love girls, and, most of the time, they are
more delicious."

Finn considered my offer, her head tipping from side to side as
she debated within herself. I could almost hear mental gears
turning. She finally said, “You do realize that I’ve never even
kissed a girl before?”

I suspected as much. I forced my face into a very serious look
and said, “Finn—I promise not to kiss you. I wouldn’t want to
push you into homosexual panic.”

Finn snorted in laughter. And then she said, “OK, smartass. What
exactly would you do?”

I could see lust had won. I was stunned but I was still able to
get my mouth working. “Well, the simplest would be for you to
drop those shorts a bit. Or we could latch the door to the shed
and get more elaborate…”

"Which would you suggest?"

It was the first time I had ever moved at the speed of light,
latching the shed door and then zipping back to unsnap, lower and
remove her shorts. She was wearing the leotard top, which I
unsnapped at her crotch. And there was the promised land, open to
possibilities—and other things.

I dragged my finger up her slit. She arched her back a bit.

"Judging how wet you are, you’re not seeing this as a totally
perverted experience."

"Just keep moving that finger around…please."

"Oh I can do way better than that."

Finn's chair was large enough for her to put each leg over an
arm. I knelt, my head moving quickly to the slit my finger had
just caressed. It seemed as if my tongue were getting hard. Soon
I was inches away from her crotch, surrounded by that wonderful
woman aroma. At the top of her slit sat a jutting mound of flesh.
I assumed that this would have to be pulled apart to get at her
clitoris, but found it did not pull apart—it was all her
clitoris. So I started an upsweeping tongue motion, which I
repeated three times and then sucked on her clitoris.  Almost
immediately her breathing became irregular and I could see a red
tinge starting on her neck. She really was horny. Can there be
anything better than bringing a gorgeous woman and watching her
while it happens?

I kept with the upsweep/suck and Finn’s breathing got even
rougher. I watched her shut her eyes and then, beneath her lids,
her eyes rolled upward. And within five minutes she started to
climax. She fought to keep from making too much noise but in the
end, she shouted, “Unnnnnhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh God. Damn.
Girl.“  I noticed that as she came, she kept her eyes shut and
wiggled her fingers in an odd little wave. She didn’t move for
several minutes. And then she looked down at me and said, “Thank
you so much. That was amazing. I really needed that.”

“Actually I could tell”—and we both laughed—“but you’re acting as
if that was it. It’s only an appetizer.”

Finn smiled broadly at that and lay back again, her legs still
spread. She said, “If you can do that again, I’ll marry you.”

“Be very careful what you say. “

And once more I leaned forward. This time I licked up and then
swirled my tongue around her clitoris twice, sucked and then,
every so often, put my tongue as far in her vagina as I could. In
about 45 seconds, her labored breathing returned and she began to
slowly turn her head from side to side as she got progressively
more excited. Occasionally I would do something that would cause
her legs to come together and there I was, my head trapped
between those oh-so-tight bare thighs. I can’t even begin to tell
you how wonderful that was. She also reached down several times
and pulled my head deeper into her. OK—if she wanted it harder, I
could do that. And I started to lick, suck and dip harder, until
she would ease up on my head and I would go back to going more
slowly. But still, after only eight or nine minutes my tongue
started to pick up vibrations of coming contractions. And this
time she shouted out about seven distinct times as she came and
came. I remember thinking that I could do this for the rest of my
life.

Finn lay back, breathless, quiet, and then she finally said,
“OK—where should we get married?” And we both laughed. I told her
to take off her leotard top and she did immediately, arching her
back as she pulled it over her head. Her breasts bounced
deliciously. I wanted to lick every inch of her. As she lay back
now, I could see the light sheen of sweat on her breasts and her
taut stomach, which now was as flushed as her neck was. I noticed
the fine down that moved from her belly button and ended in the
curls that were tickling my nose. I said,” OK—this time we go
slower.”

Finn said, “I can do that” and I said, “we’ll see.”

This time everything was slower and much more deliberate. I would
lightly swirl my tongue over her clitoris and would bring it up
and down lightly on her slit. I did that maybe ten times and Finn
started to moan. She put her hands on my head and pulling but I
kept moving slowly, lightly. Her moans now included a note of
frustration.

And then something happened for which I was unprepared. She
opened herself even more. It is hard to describe. It was as if
her lust somehow allowed her to move her legs and hips farther
apart. Some kind of sexual hinge? Whatever it was, it seemed
miraculous. All of a sudden, I no longer had to hold her vaginal
lips apart. Her clitoris rose like a blooming flower. I put my
now-free hands on her breasts, rolling her hard nipples and
caressing that wonderously tight flesh. Finn got more and more
carried away. She was making louder sounds of frustration at the
same time she started bucking into my mouth.  We’d been going at
it for about fifteen minutes and she was pulling very hard on my
head but I kept moving slowly, delicately. I started to put my
hand into Finn's vagina, discovering that I could easily insert
all four fingers inside her--up and over the knuckles. While I
filed this for future use, I started to lightly rub the sides of
her vagina and saw that she was like me—her vaginal walls were
exquisitely sensitive. I moved my hand slowly in, caressing her
left vaginal wall with my fingers and palm and then moved my hand
to the right wall, lightly caressing it as I pulled my hand out.
I repeated those motions slowly for another five minutes.

Finn was now thrashing around and was moaning for me to bring
her. I kept going slowly and then she went over the edge. This
time there was no initial yelling. Finn arched her back and kept
silent for about ten seconds and then her body and voice
exploded. I could feel the contractions as they came. I had my
fingers deep inside her and noticed that with each contraction
her vagina was creating tight little muscular circles around my
fingers. I had felt these before in other girls although they
were not as violent as Finn’s. I’m not sure how many times she
contracted but at the end, she was silent and seemingly spent.
She was quiet for several minutes and then finally opened her
eyes and looked down on me.

“How many children should we have? And WHAT WAS THAT you were
doing?”

“I was just doing what I did before but slower and lighter. Takes
a little longer to stoke the fire up but once it catches, it
burns bright, doesn’t it?”

“Oh my God yes.” She was still breathing heavily, her nudity
spread before me, her legs open and her glistening slit radiating
heat. ‘I’m not sure there’s anything left in me.”

"Oh yeah? I can tell you you’re wrong. Girls can go all night if
they want to. That’s one of their joys. You don’t have to wait
for them to get hard."

“I’ll take your word for it but this time I have a request.”

"OK."

“This time don't draw it out. Bring me fast.”

“Sounds like fun to me.”

And once more I lowered my head to her now doubly-open body. I
started to lick lightly, and then harder. I could feel her thigh
muscles starting to tense and grip my head. And as I licked
harder, I stuck my four fingers into and up her vagina and then
rubbed her G-spot back and forth with my four fingers. Again her
back arched and within several minutes (the whole thing took us
no longer than five minutes) she started contracting again. I
kept my hand inside her and she climaxed again and again,
shouting and making little mewing noises. I’m not sure how many
time she came, but when she was done, she was silent for a good
five minutes. During the sex, I was also a little noisy, because
at the peak of her climax, I had climaxed as well. That was a new
experience for me but then I had never had a fantasy come to
life.

”What-on-earth-did-you-do-to-me? Jesus God.”

“It’s a sexual secret which I will share at some future time.
Have you released enough sexual tension or should we continue?”

“Uncle, Uncle.” She laughed, reached down and lifted me up into
her arms.

She looked at me and said, “What are we gonna do with you?”

“You might start by seeing what you taste like.”

She put her hand behind my head and moved it until our lips
sealed and she started twirling her tongue around mine. It was
like being kissed by a big—and very sexy—hummingbird. We must
have kissed for a good three or four minutes. And  I couldn’t
help noticing that she showed no signs of homosexual panic.

I did not know whether this was a one-time thing—whether I was
being used (although I loved it)—or there was any way we could
start a friends-with-benefits relationship. Finn was very new at
this. While I was wondering, Finn said, “Thank you thank you
thank you. Today is Thursday. Why don’t you come to my house
tomorrow night and we can have a sleepless slumber party?” I
laughed but there was nothing I wanted to do more than again feel
her thighs around my head, shuddering in release.


Chapter Two—At Finn’s House


On Friday night I showed up at Finn’s house, ready for anything
and very curious. We went immediately to Finn’s bedroom, which
contained a round bed the size of a heliport, mirrors on two
sides. Finn closed her bedroom door. I was not quite sure what
would happen. Was she just asking me over so I could get her off?
In her mind, was I some sort of female stud muffin? Or was she
about to be sexually generous? Was it to be just doer and doee or
would we become, as I hoped, a relationship?

Finn said, “What do you think we should do first?”

Several hundred possibilities shot through my brain.

“How about a shower?”

“OK,” and with that Finn dropped her shorts, took off her T-shirt
and headed for the bathroom.

I said, “Whoa—who else is in the house?”

“My mom, who won’t care, and my stepdad, who would be thrilled if
he caught us. No problem.”

So we strolled, naked as newborns, into the hall. The second our
door opened, a door at the other end of the hall opened, and
there, presumably, was her stepfather, who stepped back, drank it
all in, and said, as we went into the bathroom, “I really like
your outfits, young ladies.”

Once in the bathroom, I said, “Well, you really called that one
right. Not a bad line, either. Are you sure you want to be
flashing him?”

"Hey—that was no flash—it was more lingering—and yes, I do."

"Why?"

"Because he’s fun to tease and because he has great hands."

"And you know this because?"

"One Saturday afternoon Mom was gone and I was out on the back
porch sunbathing. I was on my stomach wearing my sun bikini
bottom only, which is about a three-inch triangle. Take an inch
off either side of the bottom and it would be a thong. There was
no one else in the house so I yelled for Jason (her stepdad) to
come out on the porch. He showed up and I asked him if he would
put sun tan lotion on my back. Boy did he. After forty-five
minutes every quarter inch of skin on my back was very well
lotioned and I came close to climaxing two or three times."

"Every square inch?"

"Yeah. He worked on each of my toes, feet, legs, inner thighs and
back for I don’t know how long. By the time he got to my ass, I
would have let him do anything he wanted. He had gotten his hands
under my bikini bottom on the way up and then, when he did my
back, he reached under from that direction as well. The bow on
the right side of my bikini bottom somehow got untied, which
allowed him to rub me from my shoulders, down my ass and to my
feet. He must have done that ten times. Each time he would move
over my ass, his finger would linger over my asshole. He showed
me there might be something to anal sex."

"Why? What did he do?"

"Oh, nothing major, he just lightly rubbed lotion on my asshole
and I could feel that there was some very fine nerves there,
connected to other fine nerves."

"And when he was done?"

"He asked me if he could do my front next time and I came very
close to just rolling over but sense prevailed and I just said,
‘Maybe.’ He thanked me and then I thanked him. He’ll never know
how close I was to coming."

We stepped into the shower. So: how much fun do you think it was
for me to rub soap over that body? My hands soaped those
astounding breasts, raising the fifty-cent-sized nipples, as well
as wondrous hairy nooks and crannies. One thing I can tell you is
that some of Finn's body parts got a great deal cleaner than
others. One thing I liked a great deal was that she soaped me as
vigorously as I soaped her. For a straight girl she was awfully
thorough with the soap.

And as we showered, I turned her body so I could get beside her,
leaned over and said, “Let me show you something.” I then took my
very soapy index finger and slowly put it in her asshole—maybe an
inch. Her ass immediately clamped down and I said, “See if you
can relax that muscle.” She did a pretty good job at this—I was
finding her physical control superb—so I said, “There is no
delicate way to say this. Act like you are shitting—it loosens
other muscles inside. I could feel her insides change and
suddenly I was able to slowly push deeper into her and then
slowly pull out. I watched her close her eyes and consider the
sensation. She made no face of disgust or pain so I did the slow
in and out four or five more times. I could see this warranted
more experimentation. We played with each other until the water
started to turn cold, which happened far more quickly than either
of us wanted it to.

As we got out of the shower, I asked, “Why don’t you just try
anal sex with Bart? I’ve never heard a guy say, ‘No—I don’t want
to fuck you in the ass.’”

“That would be impossible.”

"Why?"

“Because Bart’s cock is huge. If he got it in even a little ways,
it would probably split me apart.” I filed that factoid away.

After we dried each other, we walked through the bathroom door.
Again Jason appeared and ogled us. He said, “So, what’s on the
agenda now?”

Finn moved closer to me and turned us so that our sides were
facing Jason. Finn gave me a long, lingering kiss and, while
kissing, she moved her fingers up and down on my sex. Then, as
Jason seemed to be hyperventilating, we turned, walked through
her bedroom door, and closed it behind us.

Finn said, “The shower was great. What would you suggest now,
bisexual wonder?”

"You make me sound like a superhero."

"Well. You certainly felt like a superhero to me yesterday in the
shed."

"What my suggestion would be duplicating what your stepdad did to
you outside, although this time we won’t bother with a bikini
bottom. Lie on your stomach.”

“My stomach? Are we going to be naughty here?”

“Absolutely. Any problem with that?”

“No—you’ve never taken me anywhere with a bad end—so to speak.”

“Do you have any moisturizing lotion?”

“Several dozen bottles.”

“Do you have any that doesn’t taste like nuclear waste?”

"Try the blue bottle. It tastes pretty decent. I’ll sometimes
give Bart a handjob with it and then a blow job. Sometimes the
other way round."

“OK. Now lay flat on your stomach and spread those legs.”

I was still thrilled that she was letting me control her body.
She flipped over, her legs opening, her sex revealed as a split
hump below her ass crack.  I couldn't help noticing that it was
already gleaming. I was sitting beside her on the bed, my right
leg resting beside her body. I had to switch sides to rub her
feet and legs.

I started with her toes, which were very sensitive, and then
worked up both calves. I then moved my two hands down from each
knee and finishing by squeezing each foot together with my hands.
Judging by the red flush that appeared on her back, she liked
that. Then I did her arms, then her back, and then I started on
her ass. This promised-land rear end took a good ten minutes. I
rubbed from her back, across her asshole, down to her feet again.
 I would squeeze her feet again and then bring my two hands back
to her asshole. Then I moved my right hand under her so my
fingers were now resting on her clitoris. I then moved my left
hand up to her now very-well-lubricated asshole.

I used what I think of as the swirl approach, where I would rub
her clitoris counterclockwise in a tight circle so as to make it
feel as if her most sensitive part had a little top. I continued
circling, knowing this is usually a very intense way to be
stimulated. I watched for any sign that it was too much for her
but those signs never happened. Finn had a high pleasure
threshold indeed. As she began to moan a little I started very
slowly pressing my left index finger into her asshole.

Finn’s breathing was now in the choppy stage and the moans were
coming faster. I watched her raised rear end rise and fall with
her breathing. Her hips were now not only thrusting down on my
right hand but also thrusting up into my sinking index finger. So
instead of continuing to let her back onto my finger, I started
moving my finger in and out in her asshole and rubbing her
clitoris even harder. Very quickly, she half-yelled,
“UUUnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God” and the like for about fifteen
seconds. Not only her stepdad but probably half the neighborhood
heard Finn’s cries—it sounded as if she were being tortured. She
stretched out on the bed, her body lengthening. I stopped rubbing
her clitoris but my finger was still moving in and out of her
asshole. After about a minute, she looked over at me with a
glazed expression.

“Boy, you sure know how to throw a party.”

I didn’t bother replying. I just rolled her on her back and went
down on her, determined to try something I'd been thinking about.
I started slowly, caressing and sucking. I happened to look up
and saw her eyes locked on mine. She hadn’t done this before; it
was very intimate feeling, like falling into each other’s souls.
I could see that Finn was a bit of a voyeur as well as an
exhibitionist. I kept licking, stroking, and she started
thrashing her head back and forth. Under my mouth, that wonderful
thing happened again where she suddenly opened herself up even
more. We were going to have to explore this flexibility. I slowed
down because I did not want her to come at that moment. She
moaned a little in frustration but went along with me. I started
to lick her clitoris lightly and slowly moved my right hand into
her, lightly touching the sides of her vagina. This time—just
like the last time I had tried this—I was able to easily move my
four fingers inside her. And then I started to work her a little
harder, my tongue pushing down on her pleasure center. When I
could see that she was not too far from liftoff, I moved my
entire hand into her, clenched it and started twisting my fist
inside her. And Finn erupted, thrusting out at an almost
impossible angle and letting out a shriek so loud that I was
afraid someone might call 911. I continued twisting my fist as
she came and I was again amazed at her vaginal strength. Several
times I found it hard to twist my hand. It was clear that her
vagina had been well exercized. She continued to be noisy and
then, gripping behind her knees with her hands, she raised her
legs over her body so that I could move my fist more deeply 
inside her. She got less noisy and then suddenly acted as if her
strings had been cut, collapsing in the bed. I continued to twirl
my fist but I could see it was now too much for her, so I slowly
brought my hand out of her body.

Several minutes passed before she was able to turn her head and
say, “That was the best climax I ever had. What exactly did you
do? “

"Anther secret technique. I can’t share all secrets immediately
or I would be kicked out of the bisexual wonder league."

“God—what I’ve been missing. I don’t think I could take any more
on top of that, but I do know what I can do.” And with that, she
reached out and pivoted our bodies so that I was lying on my back
underneath her. She moved her head down my body, spread my legs,
and I could suddenly--and excitingly--feel her warm breath on my
crotch. I was about to find out what happened when one of my
greatest sexual fantasies comes alive. Her tongue started at the
bottom of my slit and moved upward. I was afraid I would drown
her with the liquid that I felt pouring from me.

I began falling backward into my Finn fantasies, surrendering
myself to the moment and the incredible sensations her tongue was
producing. It occurred to me fleetingly that—when our positions
had been reversed—she had watched my head movements so as to copy
them.  Some time later--seconds? minutes? hours? I came out of
fantasy and found myself climaxing noisily into her sucking
mouth. Finn took me in her arms and gave me a lingering
toe-curling kiss. If at that point the Big Thumper decided to
remove me from this earth, I would have said, “OK—I'll accept
that. Nothing could ever be better than this.”

As it happened, I was wrong. A few minutes after I had climaxed,
she started on me again. I cannot recall having any contact with
reality for a long long time after that. There were just
sensations moving among good, great, and unbelivable. After that,
I can’t really recall who did what to whom but I do know that
tongues and fingers were flying, that we got noisy again and
again, and that neither of us got any sleep. Close to dawn, I
remember kissing her and together we slipped into coma. We got up
at the crack of noon, with Finn's fingers moving inside me.

Now we had a clear 'friends with benefits' kind of
relationship—at least until Bart came home. But I couldn’t
control that so over the next six days we did everything together
that we could think of. We tried 69 three or four times and
finally decided that, while it felt great, it was too hard trying
to concentrate on the other person when they were lapping at our
most sensitive spots. We found, to our great pleasure, that our
anatomies allowed us to hold hands, cross legs, and scizzor each
other perfectly. This is not always the case with two women so we
celebrated by doing that again and again. I got some toys from my
friends and we experimented with dildos, vibrators, harnesses,
ropes (which neither of us cared that much for). It was amazing
to me how flexible Finn was and how much more amenable to anal
sex she was becoming. What was also wonderful was how much more
aggressive Finn was becoming in what we both now saw--and
described--as love making.

Those days were a cornucopia of sex. As we came closer and closer
to Bart’s returning, our lovemaking turned a little more
desperate, neither of us wanting to think about not seeing each
other. The Friday night before Bart’s arrival, I asked Finn if I
should be saying “Goodbye” to her and our relationship. I
remember tearing up at the thought. Finn stroked my face, gave me
a kiss and told me not to worry—there was no way she was going to
forego what it was we had together. She said, “Now that you have
“turned” me bisexual, I’m not going back to being monosexual ever
again." She told me she had to think about how to bring Bart into
our relationship (not, I noticed, how to include me in their
relationship, which I saw as an excellent sign.).


Chapter Three: The Birthday Party

Bart came back on a Saturday. I knew that he spent his next 24
hours in Finn’s bed and I felt a totally unreasonable jealousy. I
wanted to rip his heart out. But I played it as cool as I could,
having unsatisfactory sex with my hand. Finn called me late on
Sunday to see how I was doing and to share with me her plan to
bring Bart into our bed.

Finn asked me a direct question: “Anna—how would you like to be
my birthday present to Bart?”

Truth be told, Bart was one of the two or three people at the
alternative school that I found very desirable. He was
Mediterranean, dark, brooding with a body that could have been
sculpted by Michelangelo. The idea of being in bed with both of
them make me glow and drip.

"I have no problem at all with that at all (the greatest
understatement ever spoken). Have you ever done a threesome with
Bart?"

“Nope—when he asked about it once I said, ‘Who would the other
guy be?’ And then he stopped asking. This will be a real surprise
for him.”

"OK—when is his birthday?"

"Not for another six months, but this will be a special
celebration."

“You tell me where and when and me and my ass will be there.”

“I definitiely want your ass there.This coming Saturday at 7:00.
My place."

"Finn, don’t you think we should get together and practice? I’m
afraid we might be rusty."

"After screwing each other’s brains out for a week, you're afraid
we may have forgotten something?"

"You can never tell. Practice makes perfect."

"I don’t think you could get much more perfect. How about
Wednesday night?"

"Done."

On Wednesday Finn and I fell on each other as if we hadn’t seen
each other for six months instead of four days. This was one of
those evenings where we grabbed each other's hands, brought our
crotches together and scizzored for a good fifteen minutes
because both of us immediately wanted to drive the other crazy.
We brought each other once and then twice and then three times.
And then we clung to each other like barnacles with fingers and
mouths. We had to turn the tv up because we got so noisy. We were
now hard wired for each other, knowing exactly what to do to
drive the other one over the edge. And each of us went over the
edge more than a few times. The next morning I felt as if my
nervous system had been vacuumed out. We were late to school but
neither of us had any regrets.

Came Saturday night. I showed up about 6:45 and went right to
Finn’s room. There was Finn in a negligee that made me swallow
hard. I’m not sure of the material but it fit her like a coat of
baby oil, accentuating the areas it was supposed to cover. Her
nipples made my heart flip. She was wearing nothing beneath it. I
wanted to leap on her right there and then, but she held me off.

“Easy Tiger. Relief will be coming soon. I want you to get nude
and hide under the sheets until Bart arrives. Then I will
announce you, uncover you, and I think we should give him a
little show first and see what develops. “

At that point I would have agreed to torture if it gave me access
to Finn.

From under the covers I could hear Bart arrive. I could hear a
long kiss at which I bristled but then regained control of
myself. I could hear his belt buckle hit the ground and his shirt
being pulled over his head. I could then hear Finn's negligee
moving across her back, the sound of silk against flesh. Then
something happened because I could hear squishing sounds and Bart
gave a low moan. Finn stood up and said, “Bart, I have a special
birthday present for you.....meet Anna.” (Bart knew who I was but
we had never spoken.)

And with that, she pulled the sheet back to reveal my naked
glory. I was lying on my side so that he could see everything but
my ass. Bart and I eyed each other. I don’t know what he saw but
what I was looking at was pure gold. Chiseled musculature, long
dark hair, and a cock that was very wide and very long, almost
out of proportion to his body. It was so gorgeous that I wanted
to put it in me--and quickly. But Finn jumped on the bed, spread
her legs, lightly touched my slit and I turned toward her,
burying my head between those tanned thighs. I wanted to put on a
good show and so I lapped at her very essence. I wasn't quite
sure what Bart would do but at that moment I didn't much care. I
licked and Finn responded. As she moved closer to climax, her
breathing began to break up and Bart must have recognized the
sounds because he suddenly pushed me out of the way and buried
that wonderful cock inside her, thrusting home. I thought briefly
that he wasn't used to sharing but then I thought, why would he
be?  Because Bart was screwing her with his back arched, I was
able to move my hand between them. As Bart drove into her,
tightening his great ass, I caressed her clitoris. Shortly
thereafter Finn came with abandon, pulling Bart's ass closer to
her so he could go more deeply in her body. He then looked
around, pulled his cock out and looked at me.

I knew what to do. I knelt on the floor in front of him--he
quickly moved to sit on the side of the bed-- and took him--still
hard--into my mouth. I first licked him clean and then started to
move and suck in earnest. I looked up and saw Finn with a
questioning look on her face. I motioned her off the bed so we
were both kneeling in front of Bart. After a number of nice deep
thrusts in my mouth, I moved Finn so that she now took him in her
mouth. I watched as her cheeks turned concave and Bart moaned and
twisted, his gaze somewhere in the middle distance. It was a tag
team blowjob and both of us looked directly into Bart's eyes as
we did it. Two submissive slave girls wanting to bring their
master off. Well--submissive to a point. Bart happened to come in
my mouth, at which point my cheeks imploded and I inserted my
index finger in his asshole. Judging by his surprised shout of
pleasure, that wasn't something he and Finn did.

Bart lay back--still hard--and I hopped on top of him, telling
him not to move. As I slowly lowered my crotch onto his cock, I
felt it start to move into me. I felt delightfully impaled. By
the time I had gotten all of him into me (what was normally a
quick process was understandably more drawn out with Bart) I felt
full in a way I never had. Bart had as many physical gifts as
Finn.

Here was another case of a fantasy come to life. So I rocked and,
from a long way off, I could feel my climax moving toward me. He
and I were head to head,  me on top. I motioned Finn to mount his
face. She did that facing me and he started to work on her as I
worked on him. Finn's eyes rolling back in her head made it clear
that Bart had talents other than his cock. And that position
allowed me to kiss Finn, which I did immediately. I was fighting
to hold off the climax that was now barreling toward me because I
wanted Finn to catch up. And catch up she did. In one of those
golden glorious moments, all three of us came at the same time.
And then we collapsed on the bed. I reached over to touch Bart's
cock--still hard--and found Finn's hand there before me. We
joined our hands to lightly stroke him up and down.

Orgy followed. Someone was always doing something to somebody
else and everyone was very happy--again and again. And
Bart--miracle of miracle--was always hard. I wondered if I should
notify the Guinness Book of World Records.

Several hours into this, all three of us had semi-crashed on the
bed and were gathering our energy. I was lying on my stomach next
to Bart, who was idly stroking my ass, bringing his fingers
lightly up my crack and getting my motor started. I turned my
head and said, "You like my ass?" and he said, "Sure do." And I
said, "Would you like to fuck my ass?" This took both Bart and
Finn by surprise but Bart managed to say "Sure would."

"OK--but this happens by my rules because I've never done this
with a cock that big. First we start with a condom." Bart wasn't
thrilled at that but if that was the way to my ass, so be it. I
happened to have several in my purse (you never know). "Then
let's get some lubricant. Finn, do you have any?"

"I've never needed the stuff but I know Mom and Jason have some."


"Go get it."

Finn, wearing only earrings, immediately headed for her Mom's
bedroom, probably giving Jason another thrill because when she
stood up, she started dripping down her thigh.  I was sure Jason
would look at her carefully and I'm also sure he had heard all
the noise (Helen Keller could have heard all the noise) and would
know something big was going on.

She returned with the lubricant and I asked her to put some in
me. I wanted her to feel the size of my asshole. She was only too
happy to cover me thoroughly--inside and out. Bart was standing
at attention (the man was a wonder). I said, "OK--we're going to
go slow on the first thrust. Don't try to push into me. I'm going
to be moving back on you."

I got on all fours slightly under Bart, who was bracing himself
on my lower back. He put his cock at my asshole and I started to
slowly push back against him, so that my ass had a chance to get
used to the idea of having a bat shoved up it. I kept pushing and
suddenly he had it home. Or so I thought. I kept pushing to find
that I had to rethink my entire notion of home. My God. Again he
filled me. I moved my hips to feel all of him inside me. I slowly
started to pull off him, my breathing getting heavier. When I got
to the point that he was several inches into me, I said, "OK,
start thrusting. Go slow and then go your own speed."

Bart did just that, providing some very satisfying physical
sensations. Within about three minutes he was thrusting all the
way into me with the same abandon he had already shown Finn. Finn
helped me here by lying beside me, reaching under me and rubbing
my clitoris (my only regret with anal sex is that it doesn't
bring me). Because my ass was tighter than either of our vaginas,
Bart was moving swiftly toward climax. Finn could see and hear
what was happening and moved her fingers more quickly over and
into me. Bart came first in a noisy climax and then fell off me.
That gave Finn enough room to bring me. And she did. I washed up
with Bart (another of my rules). He put on his shorts to go to
the bathroom but I didn't bother to cover up--I was somehow now
into giving Jason thrills. And then we returned to Finn's bed or,
as I was coming to think of it, Disneyland.

I was then given the absolute treat of watching the two of them
make love, magnificent bodies with outstanding physical control.
It was like watching young gods couple. At one point Bart was
driving into Finn while Finn had her ankles up on Bart's
shoulders. This sounds clumsy but it was anything but. Finn was
so flexible and Bart so powerful that it seemed as if he were
pushing against a coiled, perfectly formed human spring. The
squishing noise of him pushing into her added to the soundtrack
of moaning, grunting and finally yelling.  At the end I was as
exhausted as they were. And then, almost immediately Finn got a
chance to watch Bart with me, seeing angles of our bodies she had
never seen before. Bart and I started creating our own
soundtrack. One fleeting thought I had before I lost all sense of
myself was how wonderful it would be to film the two of them.

I'm sure there are some things that toyless men and women do
together that we didn't do that night. But nothing comes readily
to mind. Somehow we were all able to dance together. I had been
in threesomes where there was awkwardness, hesitation and a
self-consiouness that killed the moment. None of that here.
Everyone got what they wanted again and again and when we finally
crashed, the three of us spooned together, comatose. It seemed to
me a perfect threesome. And all of us looked forward to the next
time we could do this. Which turned out to be Sunday morning
after an exciting--and overfilled--shower. Bart threw on his
shorts for this but they could not hide his erection, which
jutted out the bottom, bless him. Our church that morning had
communion, although the wafers were larger than normal and the
wine flowed from each of us in turn. God was mentioned several
times in loud voices. All in all, we felt transformed. Dipped in
the blood of the lust. I'd better stop before I get hit with a
lightning bolt.

That birthday party was the first of our naked weekends.


Chapter Four: Days After/the Future Beckons

What started then was a life of fantasy fulfilled and then some.
If you would have told me six weeks ago that I would be in Finn
and Bart's bed, I would have laughed and shook my head--it just
couldn't be true. But it was. Finn and I would get together some
nights, Bart and Finn would get together other nights and we
would all get together for naked weekends. And once when Finn was
gone, Bart and I got together for a night of
my-god-can-this-be-real? sex. This was at his apartment, which
was strewn with dirty clothes and seemed to me to be the "House
of Testosterone," with the gamy ambiance somehwere among old jock
straps, sperm, and tobacco. I briefly thought that if I stayed in
this room for a week, I'd start to grow hair on my chest. I could
see why Finn preferred her room to this, but once he threw me
down on the bed, I didn't mind it at all.  Dealing with all of
that sexual energy was like riding a volcano. I used every
opening I had with him.

And there were, of course, a few changes in the three of us and
some inklings as to where we might be headed.

Jason stopped hanging around in Finn's hall. I never heard what
happened but I know Bart spoke to him and probably gave him one
of those patented
"I-will-pound-you-into-hamburger-if-you-don't-leave-us-alone"
looks. But when Finn and I got together, we still always gave
Jason a thrill or two. One afternoon Finn's mother was at a
clients and we were going to sunbathe on her back porch in our
bikini underwear. I suggested that we have Jason put lotion on
us. We yelled for him, told him what we wanted and we stretched
out on our stomachs. He did have excellent hands, and by the time
he had finished both of our backs, neither of us was wearing
anything or caring much about it. Good thing the porch was
shielded on either side. This time, when he asked if he could put
lotion on our fronts, I simply flipped over, as did Finn. He was
just as skilled with the lotion on our fronts, and ended up
bringing each of us several times. Each of us got so turned on
listening to the other one come. It was hard to say who was
breathing harder when we came--him or us. By the time we left, he
was bent over in lust. I said that was kind of mean so we
resolved to bring him release at some appropriate moment. I know
he was in his bedroom a long time after that.

After begging and pleading (if I lost my dignity while achieving
my end, so be it) I finally got Finn and Bart to agree to taping
themselves. They had resisted before because they didn't want to
suddenly appear on the internet. But one evening I took my
digital recorder over and filmed them making love. And it was
easily the hottest sex tape never released. This was not fucking.
There was no cheesy music or cum in the face or a woman
screaming, "Fuck me harder baby." There was no doubt that someone
was climaxing--usually both at the same time--but their bodies
and faces told the story, not a gush of semen (do porn watchers
have no imagination?). This subtlety made the sex all the realer
and hotter. It was mesmerizing to watch Finn's back snake up and
down on top of Bart's body, her ass pushing Bart's cock deep
within her. When they were done, I put the tape in the player and
sat back with Bart and Finn to watch on Finn's bed. Bart was now
looking at what seemed to be two other people with magnificent
bodies, watching perfect asses rising and falling, those
outstanding nipples, those thighs, a muscular back thrusting into
Finn, bothfaces twisted in climax. I looked over, noted that Bart
had gotten hard--very hard--again. I motioned to Finn and we both
knelt and ministered to Bart for the rest of the tape. Amazingly
he seemed to get bigger in our mouths. If that tape were put on
sale, it would have put every porn seller out of business.
Because this was true reality tv, not a cheap staged copy. From
that point, taping was not a problem.

Our tape library then grew large with unbelievable scenes--with
Finn keeping all the masters--except one. Finn knew she could
trust me and so the first time Bart filmed us, I got to keep the
master. I've never seen myself as a film star but I have to
admit, I am very good at sex and Finn's climaxes were my Oscars.
I'm not sure how many times I have looked at that tape, but for
the first six months, it was the only tv I watched. During the
tape, there were eight climaxes, four each. For the first few
weeks I had the tape, when the film Anna climaxed, so would the
real one (without touching myself). It was that powerful.

And then all of us started to get better with the camera. There
were so many hot videos. There was a burning tape of Bart taking
Finn in the ass for the first time. Our practice paid off. As he
thrust into that perfect rear, she thrust that perfect rear right
back onto him, smiling in a seductive way when she did so. The
only downer here was that I had to film so I couldn't bring her.
But she was okay with that. There was a great film of me fisting
Finn as she pulled my arm and fist further into her body,
screaming. There were some long filmed climaxes from all of us
that get me horny just thinking about. And one weekend afternoon
we filmed each other masturbating. Bart could clearly have made a
fortune is porn. And then it was Finn's turn. And I suddenly
found out how flexible she really was.

Finn handed me the camera and said, "Film me." She lay on her
back and started by pulling her legs up by her knees until they
were over her head, her toes touching the bed well above her
head. That was amazing enough but then she did something I
thought impossible. On each side she managed to get her arm and
shoulder up and over each leg so her mouth was now no more than
an inch away from her clitoris. That inch disappeared as she
started licking and sucking herself. If I hadn't seen this, I
would not have believed any human could do it. I taped and
watched, stupefied, as she brought herself.

After she came and I stopped filming, Finn said that she had
always been able to do this and did not see it as a big deal. She
said the only trouble with the position was that it was sometimes
hard to breathe. I could certainly see why that might be so
because I was having trouble breathing just thinking about having
watched her. But it made for very hot viewing. I brought myself
next and because my mind was still seeing Finn sucking herself to
climax, I gave a very spirited performance.

And there were quiet moments, images of Finn and Bart that pop up
in my mind. On one tape, Finn was on her bed, head toward me,
lying down on her stomach, spent. I was standing up beside the
bed and took a shot of Finn's body, from head to feet. From that
angle, Finn's backbone moved down to the two dimples and then her
ass looked like a perfect cleft peach. And there was a film of
Bart, seriously stretching out and bulging every muscle that he
had (including his cock). I have never seen a  male body that
looked as gorgeous as at that moment.

And Finn was changing in some delightful ways. She is, for
example, now looking at girls in a whole new way. Several times
she caught herself looking back at a girl who had passed her and
then noticed that several guys--and I--were doing the same thing,
She just laughed. She even tentatively asked me about other women
that we might have sex with. She knows me well enough to enough
to understand that I would never tell about us unless she wanted
me to. I had a similar arrangement with my other friends with
benefits. So I told her I would have to ask some people if I
could share their sexuality with her. I got permission from my
first choice, Debby Taunton, a 6'1" all-state volleyball and
basketball player, perfectly proportioned--a kind of very tall
Finn. She would have been the favorite in any
longest-legs-on-earth contest. I told her we would be making love
with someone so amazing she wouldn't believe it. She trusted my
taste (after all, I had come to her first) and she said to go
ahead. When I went back to tell Finn, she couldn't believe that
Debby was gay. But then she said, "So that's the reason she won't
go out with the hundreds of guys who've asked her. Wow. I thought
she had a boyfriend in college?"

"That's what she tells guys who ask her out. When girls ask her
out, it's a very different story."

When I went back to tell Deb about me and Finn, she was more
thunderstruck than Finn had been. She knew Bart and Finn slightly
(they were very hard to ignore) and simply refused to believe
that Finn was into girls. I remember telling her that if she
kissed me, she could smell Finn. Which she did. And then she
blushed and looked at me with a very wide smile indeed.

Another interesting development was with Bart and anal sex. Bart
now really enjoyed it when we stuck our fingers in him when he
came. If we forgot, he did it himself. As Finn had learned, Bart
now knew there were some great nerves there. Once when Finn and I
were alone in bed, I said, "How much would you still like to have
a threesome with Bart and another guy?"

She seemed bemused at the question, saying, "How could I lose?"

"Exactly. I'm pretty sure we can bring it off--so to speak."

"I just can't see Bart having sex with another guy. He's too
masculine."

"And having sex with a guy would somehow make him less
masculine?"

"I think in his own mind, yes."

"What if I were to tell you that one of Bart's closest friends is
bi-sexual?"

"WHAT?" I watched her mentally pull up the four or five guys that
Bart hung with and run them over in her mind.

"You're not going to pick him out. All I can tell you is that
this guy feels about Bart the way I used to feel about you--an
unattainable fantasy."

"I still don't think Bart is ready to have sex with a guy."

"Finn, look back. As you were walking to the shed that wonderful
afternoon, were you ready to have sex with girls? Had the notion
even crossed your mind?"

"No--I was not ready. Hadn't even had fantasies. The idea didn't
exist in my brain."

"And yet you seemed to get used to the notion fairly quickly."

She sighed in acceptance and then said, "And you think we can do
something similar to Bart?"

"Of course."

"This should be good. What's your plan?"

"I think we'll start by asking him how come we are the only one
to take it in the ass?  Over six weeks we could introduce him to
various kinds of anal toys and then finally the harness. That's
the physical part. Second is the psychological part. How would
Bart be if he didn't have sex for a week?"

"A week? Jesus, he'd be looking for knotholes to screw."

"OK. Let's assume Bart had no sex for a week and we gave him some
cocaine."

"My God, he'd screw his own grandmother--and now I get it. You
are a wily one."

"I can't guarantee that it will work but I wouldn't bet against
me...."

Our sexual future now seemed rife with promise.