Staci Peters - Every Man For Anne

"Mm," she said, "very juicy!"

Anne watched her friend feasting on her pussy dew. Suddenly she sat up and knocked Silke back on the bed.

"Let's see how you're feeling," she cried out in fun. "I'll just bet your cunny's running over."

She tugged Silke's jeans off and her underpants went with them. Silke sat in a reclining position, propped up by two pillows, as Anne dived down for her snatch. Anne didn't miss a stroke of her fervent licking as Sue reached over her and tugged her dress up. She sat up and shrugged it off and then immediately resumed her feast.

Silke bumped her hips to the rhythm of Anne's insistent tongue. Anne is such an eager learner, she thought, this is going to be the best summer ever… the daydream disintegrated into an explosion of colored lights as the orgasm gripped her whole body and mind.

She didn't even hear herself cry out in joyous ecstasy for the next thing she was aware of was Anne's open mouth pressing against her lips. She sucked greedily at her tongue, the pressure tugging it into her mouth. It was quite a few moments before she recovered her senses. Anne was nuzzling her neck.

"That," she declared, "deserves very special repayment"

"Promises, promises," murmured Anne.

"You'll see," Silke assured her. She gently set her friend to one side as she got up from the bed. She stumbled slightly on her way to the dressing table.

"My God, I feel quite wobbly after that."

She looked over her shoulder at Anne. The American girl was now lying there completely undressed. Her legs were open and with two fingers of her left hand she spread her cunt open, while with the right hand she manipulated her stiffening clit. The two girls looked at each other with frank admiration.

"You have…" they both began together before bursting out laughing.

"I was going to say… you have a gorgeous body, Anne."

"Thank you. I was going to tell you the same thing," replied Anne, then added quite shamelessly, "I love exploring it."

Silke fetched out the dildo and a jar of sweet jelly. She delicately rubbed it along the length of the dildo's shaft. As Silke strapped it on, she ordered: "I want you to kneel on the edge of the bed, Anne. Bend right over."

Anne eagerly took up the position. Her elbows rested on the bed cover while her hips thrust into the air. Silke approached her from behind. Her fingers were still slick with the jell, which she rubbed lightly into the furred crevice Anne presented.

"You're going to like this, Anne. I think you're going to like this very much."

Anne groaned with tingling anticipation. "Oh, give it to me, Silke. I want it all. Now."

"This is the day," said Anne, as she poured a second cup of coffee and lit yet another Pall Mall.

"I've never seen you smoke more than one cigarette after lunch," Silke commented. "Nervous?"

"Not at all." Anne sounded taken aback. "Well, maybe just a little. Actually I'm rather excited, aren't you?"

Silke nodded.

"You do think he's going to be there, don't you?"

"That's the third time you've asked me, Anne. All I remember is that Carol once told me that he often drops by the Corner Bar for a beer before he goes home," Silke shrugged. "So if he doesn't show today, maybe he'll be there tomorrow."

"Let's just hope that John Martin is a creature of habit. Tomorrow's Friday, the last day of term… Oh Lord, I do hope he's feeling thirsty tonight."

"Is everything ready? Let's check over it again."

"The padlock," Anne exclaimed. "I must fit the padlock. Go and fetch the collar, will you please?" Silke ran downstairs and brought back the heavy dog collar. Anne had gone out to the work shed and returned with a leather punch.

"Mom did some evening classes in leatherwork last year." She punched a hole through the end of the collar strap and right through the second layer underneath. "Now I'll just do this up… the two holes are aligned… and I can slip this padlock hinge right through."

Anne clicked together the clasp of the small brass padlock. She tugged at it a couple of times: "Seems quite solid."

"For goodness sake, don't lose the key," warned Silke.

Anne undid the padlock and, with a theatrical flourish, dropped the key into her purse. "Don't worry so. We may as well leave it all together downstairs."

The girls went and checked everything in Silke's apartment.

"That'll hold a horse," said Anne as she tugged on the chain strung between the two walls and hanging in a slight curve over Silke's bed.

"I don't think John Martin's that much of a stallion," chuckled Silke. "Lots of food and drink. And you can reach the bathroom O.K.."

Anne raised an eyebrow.

"I checked it out this morning before you got up," Silke confessed. "Just wanted to make sure everything worked according to plan."

"Do you doubt my organizing ability?" Anne queried with mock indignation. "Are all the accessories to hand?"

"Aye, aye, Sir!" Silke opened and shut the top drawer of the dresser. "And the picture's back in place ready for the little surprise to be revealed whenever we like."

"And plenty of reading material so he won't get bored."

"I think he's going to be anything but bored."

"What do you think of the decorations?"

"Very stimulating," assured Silke. "That is, if he's not a raving queer."

"Maybe that's why he hated our… " Anne pursed her lips. "No, it couldn't be."

Silke laughed at her friend's sudden doubts.

"Don't be silly. He's as red-blooded as the next guy, I'm sure. He just has to be reminded of what it's all about."

"It would be hard to resist getting turned on by that," commented Anne, peering closely at a photo they'd tacked to the cork wall behind the bed.

"Let me see that," said Silke.

The picture showed a girl with long black hair flowing down over her shoulders. She was kneeling at the side of a bed with her weight supported on her elbows. She had her rear to the camera. As she was slightly twisted to the left, the deep curve of her generous breast was revealed. All she was wearing were a pair of black nylons, a wet-look satin garter belt to match, and a pair of spiked-heel silver shoes. Her knees were quite some distance apart which spread her cheeks to display the tiny darkish hole above, with its puckered ring of brownish-mauve flesh, and below that the bulging fronds of her pussy lips. Curling around, reaching from the front, was a. mass of silky black ringlets.

"How would you like that for lunch?" Anne nudged the German girl in the ribs.

She smacked her lips together with a slurping sound, "Only if I could have you for seconds."

"Let's hope it has the same effect on him," said Anne. "Don't forget your baby-dolls. We may as well take them upstairs now."

"O.K. But will I need them?" said Sue. "Can't I cuddle you if it gets chilly in the night?"

"We'll see about that. Let's go up and mix the magic potion."

Silke folded her see-through baby-dolls and placed them on Anne's bed cover, then went to find her friend in her, parents' bedroom. Anne came out of the private adjoining bathroom carrying a plastic pill bottle.

"Here we are," said Anne. "Mother's little helpers! Actually, I think she only takes them from time to time."

"How strong are they?"

"Pretty powerful. I tried them once or twice and they just knocked me out. Slept like a log."

Anne twisted off the child-proof cap and shook out two of the bright orange capsules. Then she extracted one more, "No harm in being sure."

"What are you going to carry them in?"

"Here," said Anne, pulling a package of cigarette papers from her pocket. "No dope, but I've still got some papers."

She pulled one out and smoothed it down on the glass top of her mother's bedside table. Next, Anne pried open each of the sleeping capsules and deposited their powdery contents onto the cigarette paper. Finally, she twisted it up and held it in front of Silke.