Staci Peters - Every Man For Anne

"Pretty well," replied Silke.

Anne ran forward and dived down onto the couch.

"Now you've vanished!" Silke called out.

Anne's face suddenly appeared right in front of the mirror as she jumped up from the chesterfield.

Her lips splayed on the glass as she kissed her own reflection. Then, without warning she crossed her eyes and Silke collapsed laughing.

Anne pushed herself away from the wall and rejoined her friend in the bedroom. "Let's get those hooks firmly in place."

She selected the most appropriate spot and scratched it with the drill bit. As she was sinking the holes, Anne and Silke discussed all the new possibilities that the discovery of the one-way mirror opened up. This was going to be much more fun than the original plan.

Anne pulled her weight against the first hook. It was solid as a rock. She slipped the end of the chain on it and closed it tight with a pair of pliers.

"That's secure enough," she said, and proceeded to drill, the second hole directly above the head of Silke's bed. Silke went upstairs and returned with the plastic shopping bag from Eve's Garden. She removed the crotchless panties.

"Oo, la la," she exclaimed as she spread them across the front of her jeans. "Very appealing."

She tossed them onto the foot of the bed and pulled out the dildo and the vibrator. Silke stood them up on the dressing table. She pensively fingered the plastic flesh which sheathed the vibrator. "You know, I don't think this is very much bigger than Greg's."

Although the two girls had swapped some pretty intimate details, this was the first time either of them had commented directly on their boyfriends' measurements. Anne instinctively felt that she ought to offer a similar confidence. "It's longer than Bill's. And anyway, his kind of bends to the left. Of course, I couldn't be sure of the comparison until I tried swallowing that beautiful machine."

They both laughed.

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Silke commented, as she traced a pattern on the shaft with her fingernail. "Still, it'll never replace the real thing."

"Oh, I don't know," said Anne. "It does have one very real advantage."

"What's that?"

"It'll never go limp," answered Anne with a throaty chuckle. "There. That fixes the chain in."

She slipped the leash around it and now gave a good tug. It was absolutely right for the purpose.

Silke placed the other delectable lingerie in the top drawer of her dressing table. All that was left were the magazines she'd bought at the cigar store.

"How do they look?" Anne asked.

"Very suitable," Silke said as she held up a double-page spread of a black man with his face burrowing into some blond chick's pussy. "Here, I've got some thumb tacks. We can stick them up on that cork walling all alongside the bed."

"I think my brother had some posters down here too."

"They're in the top of the cupboard," said Silke.

"I've never even taken them down to look."

Anne fetched out the posters while Silke bent back the staples and disassembled the first magazine.

"No wonder they call it Pretty Maids," said Silke as she held up a picture for Anne's inspection.

It showed a striking brunette, with shoulder length hair not unlike Anne's, sitting out on a sunny balcony, dressed only in a torn pair of denim cut-offs. She obviously had nothing else on for as she was sitting with her legs drawn up the crotch of her ragged pants clung to every outline of her pussy. She had a long banana stuffed into her mouth and she was gazing with lascivious eyes straight into the camera.

"Great," said Anne. "What a good idea! We'll leave a bowl of fruit down here… with some yummy bananas in it."

"Your imagination is very fertile, young lady," said Silke. "But you're right, it's a super idea."

They pinned up the first picture.

"Look at this," exclaimed Silke. "Indulge your every whim, it says."

It was an advertisement for a New York mail order firm. An inset picture showed a one-piece pair of nylons with a gaping hole to reveal all of their wearer's charms.

"I've got some just like that," Silke said with a smile.

"Why don't you model them for me," Anne invited saucily. "Put on a little fashion show just for one."

"I might just do that later," Silke responded, adding, "but only if you're very, very good."

"Lucky girl," said Anne, pointing at another picture. A honey blond was kneeling before her man. She had just slipped his black hipster briefs down a fraction to reveal seven stiff inches of uncircumcised pleasure. The next photo was a close-up of her eager smile as, in the foreground, she peeled back the skin from his knob. In the next shot, she was bending forward over the back of an armchair. The girl was reaching back to spread her cheeks as the fellow stood behind her with his rampant cock glistening slickly with oil. The final picture in the layout showed the guy buried deep within her and throwing his head back as if with a groan of pleasure.

Anne gave a little shudder: "Lucky girl indeed I can almost feel it."

"It doesn't much look like they're faking it, does it?"

"Look at the smile on that girl's face. That's for real. She's getting the ass screwed off her right in front of the camera."

They put up some more of the photos. Silke undid the second glossy magazine and cut out some more pictures to join the array pinned up on the cork wall.

"How's that look?" she asked.

There was no reply from Anne. She was lying front down on the bed, her chin propped up in both hands, as she stared at the picture layout in front of her. Silke sat down beside her to examine what her friend was so absorbed in.

It was a three-way tumble between a big black stud, a white jock-type, and a redhead. Well, at least the hair on her head was a rich auburn. One picture showed her sitting, with legs spread wide open, in a leather lounging chair. The white guy was on his knees, gobbling at her cunt, while the black dude half-knelt on the arm of the chair as the girl took just the tip of his cock in her mouth.

In the next shot, she wearing a shiny black slip which contrasted enticingly with her creamy skin, and this time the two guys were standing on either side of the chair while she grasped both their cocks.

"Whew, how would you decide?" Anne commented as she turned the page.

Now the girl was naked again but she was kneeling astride the big black guy as he lay back in the chair. She had her back to him as she swallowed the other fellow who stood in front of them both. Her lips were stretched tight as she gulped down as much of his distended cock as she could.

The final picture was of the same setup but in this one the black model was holding her by the shoulders and bucking his hips forward as he shot his load into her. She was holding the jock just a few inches from her face as he hosed thick globs of spunk over her lips, her cheeks and even into the hair which framed her totally satisfied face.

"Wow," gasped Anne as she threw the magazine spinning onto the floor. "That's enough to make anyone horny."

Silke already had her hand resting on Anne's pert ass, and now she slipped it under the hem of the cotton dress and rested it lightly on the crack between her thighs. Anne said nothing but lay flat out on the bed. She moved her legs apart to facilitate Silke's stroking action.

"My, my, you are wet," Silke told her, as she hooked her fingers inside Anne's pants.

"Well, that was enough to make anyone's juices flow."

Sue buried her finger in Anne's cunt. She moved it rapidly for a few moments as Anne ground her weight back onto Silke's hand. Then she withdrew her finger and held it up as if for inspection. It glistened with Anne's honeyed flow.

Very deliberately Silke opened her mouth and inserted the finger, licking it off.