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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

   If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't
know why you have opened this one.  Maybe to be offended, so you can
complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this.  If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help.  You need it.  If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue.  But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

   A great thanks to Terry Steyaert for patient editing.





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   Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.



   Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me.  Part 9

   Martin's doubts grew as Saturday approached.  He had managed to convince
himself that he would hurt Sandra if he called it off, but guilt was
nagging him along with a growing fear of what would happen if Anna found
out.  Anna had her doubts, too; not because she knew anything about
Martin's plans, but because she was beginning to feel better in the morning
and less sleepy in the evening.  Martin had been so considerate and caring
the last week or so and now that she finally began to feel like having sex
again, she left him the whole weekend.

   Anna rushed to get home Friday afternoon.  She wanted to be home before
Martin to make coffee for him, but train was late, she had to run to catch
the bus.  Martin was already home when she arrived, her shirt sticking to
her skin.  It was just about to make her cry, but Martin had the same plan
and had already made coffee.  He cheered her up and they had coffee, but
she still felt sweaty and damp.

   "I think I'll take a bath.  Do you wanna join me," she invited.

   Martin's first thought was what impact it would have on his ability to
perform the next day and this made him really mad at himself.  It had been
a long time since they had showered together and he missed it.  He pushed
all thoughts of Sandra aside.

   "Of course I will,"

   It was great to shower together.  They teased each other, licking and
sucking each other to make sure there were no traces of soap left.  When
they were dry, Anna asked if he would apply lotion on her breasts and
stomach.

   "It should be a good way to prevent stretchmarks," Anna said with a
wicked smile, handing him the lotion.

   "Then I better be thorough."

   Anna was standing in front of the mirror over the bathroom sink.  Martin
stood behind her and began spreading the lotion on her stomach.  She leaned
against him and they looked each other in the eyes in the mirror.  He
gradually moved up and when he spread a copious amount of lotion over her
breasts she looked down.

   "You're using way too much.  The skin can't absorb it."

   "Then I'll have to work a little extra to rub it in."

   Anna watched his hands in the mirror.  He watched her eyes, the
expression on her face, and her reactions when he squeezed her nipples,
letting them slip through his fingers.  She had such lovely breasts and
nipples.

   It took a long time before the lotion absorbed.  Anna was breathing
deeply and heavily.  Martin's cock had been nestled between her soft
buttocks and Martin had an idea of how to continue.

   "Bend over.  I think we better give your buttocks a treatment as well,
just in case."

   "Do you think there is a risk of stretching?"

   "There is definitely an imminent risk."

   Anna put her hands on the sink and leaned over it, still looking at
Martin in the mirror.

   "Uhmmm, it's been so long.  You'll have to go slow."

   "I will."

   He knelt behind her and spread some lotion on her buttocks and while he
kneaded her arse, his tongue traced the cease between her buttocks all the
way down to her pussy, briefly lingering over her arsehole.  He licked her
clit a little before returning to her arse.  Alternating between her clit
and arse he drove her just to the brink but not over.  Just before she was
about to come he stopped and applied lotion to her arse.

   Martin looked at her in the mirror.  It was as if he was standing next
to her, seeing her with somebody else.  The anticipation in her eyes when
his cock touched her seemed different; maybe it was because she was unaware
of him looking at her face.  The quick flash of pain as his head slipped in
was the same.  She always told him she liked the sting of the first
penetration and he believed her.  She had never tried to hide it from him,
even though he had been a little worried the first couple of times they did
it.

   He reached down between her legs, still watching her in the mirror.  Her
eyes were closed, her mouth open.  He observed every little twitch around
her eyes and lips as he penetrated her deeper.  When his stomach touched
her buttocks she sighed, content, and a smile crossed her lips.

   He paused for a moment until he felt her pushed back against him,
wriggling to nudge him closer.  Her tight grip forced the blood to the head
of his cock as he pulled back; at least it felt that way.  The slow pumping
motion and his hand between Anna's legs made her face change again.  She
was concentrating, her mouth whispering incoherent words.  The sounds grew
louder and the rest of her body began to respond as well.  Her hands
gripped the sides of the sink harder and she pushed back against him with a
vengeance, soft movements at first but just before she came they became
rigid.

   Seeing her face as she came was the best; a smile, suddenly replaced by
a contorted expression, a look that could be considered as a sign of pain
under different circumstances.  Martin was so focused on her face that he
fell out of her when her legs gave in.  He just managed to hold her up with
the hand still between her legs.

   "I think we need to shower again," Anna said when she turned and looked
at Martin.  Anna hadn't had time to prepare properly and consequently
Martin's cock was a little soiled.

   Their lovemaking had been quiet and passionate for a long time and they
both liked that, but they also both missed the uninhibited sex they had
indulge in before Anna's pregnancy put a damper on it.  This Friday
afternoon the spark returned.  Anna turned off the water and knelt in front
of Martin.  She took the lotion and applied a little to her index finger.

   Martin leaned back against the wall.  If he had been in front of the
mirror he might have been able to see her finger disappear into him.  As it
was, he could only feel it, but he could see how she slowly took his cock
into her mouth.  She knew exactly what to do to make him go nuts and she
loved to do it.  Every now and then she released him and licked his shaft,
prolonging the inevitable.

   When he finally exploded in her mouth she let his cum drip from her
mouth down on her breasts.  With a lewd expression she spread it over her
breasts.  "It's rich in protein.  Maybe it is good for the skin.  I've
never heard about a woman with stretchmarks around her pussy or mouth."

   They cooked dinner and washed the dishes afterwards, but then they were
back in bed for the rest of the evening.  Around ten they fell asleep,
exhausted and satisfied.

   The next morning Martin helped Anna pack and saw her off in a taxi.  It
was only after she had gone and the phone rang that he remembered Sandra.

   "Yes?"

   "Martin, it's Sandra.  I'm so sorry but I've been sick all night.  I
think I've caught the flu.  We have to cancel."

   "I'm so sorry.  Are you all right?  Do you have everything you need?"

   "Yeah.  All I need is to lie down and sleep.  We'll have to find another
day."

   Martin felt the guilt grow again.  "I don't think I can, Sandra.  Anna
isn't home this weekend, so I didn't have to lie to her about my
whereabouts.  I don't want to lie to her.  I don't want to get into all
that messy business and get caught"

   Sandra was silent for a while.  "I understand.  Maybe it will happen one
day, just by coincidence."

   "Yeah, maybe.  If it is meant to happen, it will."

   "I'll talk to you.  Say hello to Sis from me."

   "I will.  Take care and get well."



   Martin felt relieved and disappointed at the same time, but in the end
he knew it was probably the best thing that could happen.  There would be
another chance if it was meant to be.





   To be continued...











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