Willow 3

Hi folks, Dylan's wife, Annie here. I guess technically I would consider myself Willow's wife and Randy's other wife too.... Yes I know there are other combinations but you get what I'm talking about, right?

To pull the band-aid off and get it out of the way, I'm 5"6" tall. Blonde hair and blue eyed. I usually weigh somewhere in the neighborhood of one hundred and eighty to one hundred and ninety pounds. Needless to say, I have a fairly big butt, kind of a belly and as Randy once said after a couple of drinks "Big Ass Boobies."

I met the three of them through my Grandmother... sort of.

My Grandmother was getting old, I was staying with her to look after her, sort through her things and help her get her house sold, so she could move to a retirement village in Florida.

Willow, Randy and Dylan had bought the house two doors down from Grandma and were universally hated by my Grandmother and pretty much all the other "Ancients" that lived around them.

There were varying rumors floating around about them... All stemming from the old folks trying to figure out how three people in their thirties could afford the Johnston's old house... According to them they were drug dealers, tax swindlers, witness protection, distributing pornography and my personal favorite from Sid; they invented Velcro and were living off the residuals.

I won't bore you with all the details of how hard I crushed on Dylan from the moment I met him or the ways I made sure to "accidentally" cross paths with him anytime I saw he was in their front yard or working on something in the garage.

We talked quite often, usually over a couple of beers. He was funny and always friendly, but he never tried to step it up between us.

One Saturday morning after seeing Dylan and Randy drive off together, I decided to try and get some advice.

"Hi," Willow said when she answered the door. "Just to let you know, Dylan's not here right now so he won't be able to come out and play."

"I'm that oblivious?"

"To everyone but Dylan," she laughed, stepping aside so I could enter.

"Actually, I saw them drive off," I told her. "I came over to talk to you."

"About Dylan, right?" she said in an exasperated tone.

"Yeah," I told her feeling myself blush.

"Sure, why not?" she laughed. "All I ever hear from him anymore is Annie this, Annie that... Annie's so cute... I love Annie's smile... Do you want coffee?"

I nodded as I blushed a little deeper.

"So why hasn't he...?"

"Dylan has a certain way he sees and reacts to the world," Willow said, guiding me to their back patio. "And a certain set of rules he lives by... I'm starting to sound like an old western... His biggest stumbling block with you is..."

Damn it! She had to pick that moment to take a drink of coffee.

"... Your age," she said finally.

"Oh," I said, exhaling. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. "I thought you were going to say my weight."

"No on that front, you're pretty perfect," she smiled. "Trust me, I've watched him around a lot of women and he definitely likes... bigger girls."

"That's nice to know," I told her.

"Answer a question honestly for me."

"Of course," I assured her.

"Are you into Dylan because he's Dylan," she started. "Or are you just trying to add a 'fucked an older guy' check mark on some bucket list?"

"I really like him," I told her honestly.

A sign on the gazebo caught my eye:

*Clothing Optional Beyond This Point!*

"Wanna get naked?" Willow saw me looking at it and asked. "We're nudists."

"Seriously?" I asked, intrigued and interested.

As an answer, Willow stood, grabbed the hem of her beach cover up and pulled it over her head.

Her skin was a perfect bronze. Not a tan line to be found. Hard dark nipples, belly button ring, smooth pussy, shapely legs... She looked statuesque.

My interest and intrigue waned, compared to this goddess in front of me, I looked like a bowl of oatmeal. But I tried to never back down on a challenge or experience.

The plan in my mind was shoes then socks and work my way up. It was a good plan, a nice, slow reveal and it gave me a chance to back out if I... chickened out...

Nope wasn't going to let myself do that.

Off went my tank top... Unhook the bra, set the girls free... Unbutton my shorts... Down with the shorts and panties in one move, then worry about socks and shoes...

And there I sat, tan shoulders, fish belly pale boobs and hips, tan legs and let's not forget the belly rolls I wanted desperately to hide with my arms.

"Hmmm Dylan's going to love you," Willow smiled.

"Really?"

"Trust me," she said looking down at my feet. "How do you feel about kinky sex?"

"That depends," I answered, suddenly feeling confident about myself. "Are you peeing on me or am I peeing on you?"

"What? No? Wait you've done that?"

I nodded.

"Let's get back to that later," she laughed. "Not quite that kinky. I was thinking more on the lines of group stuff."

A light went on in my head... They were into...

"I like it," I answered.

"You've?"

"I once had a threesome with twins," I told her.

"That's seriously hot," she said. "Were you able to tell them apart?"

"It was easy," I answered. "Molly was a redhead and Paul had a dick."

"You're fucking with me, right?"

"Nope," I told her.

"Did they...?"

"Yep," I answered.

Now it was my time to instigate a drink of coffee pause.

"Are you going to tell me about it?" Willow finally cracked.

"I thought you'd never ask..."

It's a simple story, really. Growing up, Molly and Paul were my best friends. The three of us hung out all the time and I guess because of that proximity, our first... Paul and me and Molly and me... sexual experimentations happened with each other.

Paul and I were each other's firsts for everything. First kiss right up to losing our virginities to each other.

On the bi side of life, Molly and I were each other's firsts from first girl kiss to sloppy, sweaty sixty nines.

They both knew about each other, they had very few secrets and they were pretty much happy about the arrangement. I on the other hand, was greedy and wanted more.

One night when we were nineteen, Molly and I were at her house. We were in for the night so both of us had stripped down to t-shirts and panties. We'd been drinking, smoking pot and off and on making out together. Both of us were horny, but not quite to the ripping each other's clothes off and face riding point when Paul came home.

"Is this a private party?" he asked.

"It's an underwear party," Molly told him. "You're overdressed. So if you want to join, lose those duds, cowboy."

Paul quickly pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants.

His erection was straining against his tight bikini underwear.

"Those look uncomfortable," Molly commented. "Take them off."

Shocked and incredibly excited by what was unfolding, I watched as Paul lowered the waistband of his underpants past his erection and down his legs.

His cock was six and a half inches long, had a big mushroom head and was pointed directly at me.

She beckoned him to her with a crooked finger.

"You're so hard," she said as she reached out and stroked his erection.

He and I both gasped as she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

This wasn't the first time I'd seen a dick in Molly's mouth. She and I had done some threesomes together before. It was pretty obvious; watching the two of them together, that it wasn't the first time Molly had her lips wrapped around her brother's penis.

I had a lot of questions, but decided I would wait until we were done.

Paul smiled when I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head. He ran his hand over my butt when I turned my back to him and bent over while taking off my panties. Once they were off I turned back around to let him fondle my boobs and suck my hard nipples.

"Take care of these for me," I said, handing him my soaking wet panties before giving him a kiss. "I'm going to see if Molly needs help."

My tongue traced Molly's ear lobe the second I knelt down beside her, sending a tremor through her body. She moaned deeply around her brother's cock as my dripping wet tongue pushed deep in her ear... Don't ask me why she likes that. Hell Molly doesn't even know... but more than once a sloppy tongue in the ear has pushed her over the cliff and down into climax land.

"Share," I demanded my mouth beside hers.

Letting Paul's cock slide from her mouth, she kissed me deeply, grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down on Paul's cock.

With her fingers gripping my hair she fucked Paul's cock with my mouth.

"Don't make him cum," she warned before standing up. "I want him to fuck me."

My mouth kept bobbing up and down on his shaft as Molly pulled her shirt over her head and her panties down her legs.

"Want to sniff mine too?" she asked Paul, bending to retrieve her silky thong.

The way his dick throbbed in my mouth, I guess he liked his sister's and my combined scents.

"Get me ready for him?" she ordered, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me off of Paul's cock.

Lying on floor, she spread her legs and pulled my face into her wet slit.

I moaned into her pussy as Paul knelt behind me and started rubbing his cock against my upturned ass.

I had one of those heightened ecstasy moments as the reality of having my face buried in a girls pussy while her brother watched as he humped my butt hit me... My clit throbbed and my pussy gushed... I gave my butt a little wiggle, hoping Paul would take the hint.

I let out a grunt as that big, flaring head of Paul's cock drove deep inside me.

"Are you fucking her?" Molly asked the obvious as Paul pulled back and slammed his rod in my hole a second time.

"Yes," he moaned as his cock deep inside me.

She moaned as I slid two fingers into her wet hole.

"She's gonna make me cum," Molly panted.

Molly's belly began to twitch and shake as he pussy clamped tighter around my fingers. The second her climax took her over the edge, I roughly yanked my fingers out of her. A moment later, Molly let out a garbled shriek and sprayed my mouth with her... I'd love to say "sweet juices" here but Molly was more on the lines of salty and tangy... Either way, I loved drinking and feeling her nectar splash across my face.

Part of me wanted Paul to keep fucking me... make me cum all over his rod... Feel it swell and throb as he filled me with cum... then sixty nine so I could taste myself on his cock while he cleaned his jizz from my soggy pussy.

But there was a bigger part of me couldn't resist watching sibling sex.

"You need to fuck Molly," I told him, over my shoulder.

Paul, bless him, displayed the proper amount of reluctance exiting the hottest, wettest, tightest (if I do say so myself) pussy in the world.

His cock, hard as a rock, pointing straight up, glistening with Annie cream, looked good enough to eat.

"Don't wipe it off," Molly and I both shouted the second we figured out why he'd grabbed one of our tee shirts from the floor.

"She likes cocks a little dirty," I explained.

That stemmed from Molly and my first threesome together. We were comparing notes on the experience and admitted her surprising big turn on was when the guy we fucked went from my pussy to hers... She really got off on it.

Paul moved between his sisters spread legs, dragged the head of his cock up and down her slit. He proved he was nothing if not predictable, by bopping her swollen clit lightly with the tip before plunging it deep inside her, the same way he'd done it to me, countless times.

I was content, at least for a while, to play with myself watching the two of them fuck. I loved seeing Molly's boobs bounce as Paul's cock thrust in and out of her wet pussy. I loved watching Paul's ass tense and flex as he pumped his cock in her. I loved the squishy sound her pussy was making and the way she moaned as she strummed her clit.

"You just going to sit there perving on us?" Molly finally asked. "Or are you going to join in?"

I knee walked over to them and kissed Paul. Moving my mouth lower, I swirled my tongue around then sucked first his left, then his right nipple.

I love looking at, licking and sucking nipples. Doesn't matter if they're girl nipples, guy nipples or my nipples, I love them all.

"Ready to finally see your big sister eat my pussy?" I asked Paul.

Molly was an hour and a half older than Paul and she never let him forget it.

But back to straddling my best friends face... Watching his sister eat me was one of Paul's biggest fantasies. He loved it when I told him about Molly and my encounters almost as much as I loved watching him stroke his cock while I described how good it felt when his sister teased my clit with the tip of her tongue... or how hard I came when she ate my pussy in the dressing room at Target...

Without bothering to see if Molly wanted me to, I threw a leg over her head and settled my hairy little muff on to her mouth. The moan she let out as her tongue touched my clit a the same time as my fingers touched hers, told me she didn't mind a little Annie snack in the least.

"Look at her tongue on my pussy," I said as I hovered over Molly's mouth, making her reach for my clit. "Is it how you pictured it?"

"Yes," he croaked.

I pulled him forward until his mouth latched on to my nipple. Molly ground on his pubic bone as he sucked and mauled my nipple.

Her body began to shake. Her moans as she climaxed, vibrated through my pussy.

I could tell Paul wasn't going to last much longer, so I decided to help him along.

"Watch me," I whispered pulling myself off of Molly's face.

Paul continued driving his cock in and out of his sister as I sat down beside them and spread my legs wide. He started thrusting faster when I cupped my boobs, brought them up to my mouth and licked both nipples.

"... He started to cum when I sucked both of them into my mouth," I said, finishing the story for Willow.

"That's absolutely wild," Willow muttered as she eyed her coffee cup.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You're going to ask if there's something going on with Dylan and me, right?" she asked, reading my mind.

I nodded.

"I'm going to need something a little stronger," she said eyeing her coffee cup. "Would you like a drink or do you want a coffee refill?"

I chose a drink.

My eyes were drawn to the chair Willow had been in, of course this was after watching the sexy bounce her bottom was making as she walked back into the house. After telling her tales of my kinky past, I was pleased to see a very noticeable wet spot on the towel she'd been sitting on, it was nice to see I wasn't the only one to dampen a towel that morning.

There were two urges I had to suppress while she was gone; the first and most obvious was putting my hand between my legs and rubbing off some of the pressure I'd built telling Willow about Paul and Molly. The other... and I blame Paul's bad influence... It was all I could do not to push my nose into Willow's towel and inhale her scent.

I almost succumbed to the masturbating in a strangers backyard with the possibility of getting caught urge when Willow came back out holding a try with two glasses, a bucket of ice and a bottle of vodka... Silly me, I thought she was talking about a nice glass of wine.

"Rocks?" she asked as she set down the tray.

I nodded.

She poured a rather stout amount in my glass and an even healthier one for herself before sitting back down on the chair with one leg over the armrest.

"Please don't take offense," I started; my pussy creaming as I stared at her smooth and noticeably wet pussy spread out in front of me. "But I feel like I've been auditioning here."

"You are," she told me before pausing for a long drink from her glass. "Or at least you were... I wanted to see how you would fit in around here. Dylan is crazy about you and I'm thinking you feel the same way about him. Putting it bluntly, as far as I'm concerned, you're in. If after you hear what I'm about to tell you, you still want to join our little tribe and I'll be more than happy to let you fuck one or both of my husbands."

"Husbands?" I asked.

"My eyes are up here, Missy," she laughed, catching me staring between her legs. "Yes husbands..."

After another long pull on her drink, she told me everything.... Her trying to have an affair with Dylan, how becoming nudists saved Randy and her sex lives, how Randy had been bi curious, the role playing, their first threesome and how much it turned her on to watch Dylan and Randy get each other off and how they ultimately became a three way family... I was also warned never to utter the word "throuple" in her presence.

"... Still interested?" she asked

I nodded.

"A lot of women have practically thrown themselves at Dylan," she continued. "But so far you're the only one he's ever had any interest in."

"But... how?... Why?" I asked.

"Are you fishing for compliments or do you want to know the truth?" she asked.

"The truth."

"Okay, but compliments first," she laughed. "You're not hideous to look at. I might have even said you're really pretty... If you weren't trying to steal one of my husband's... You have a great personality and Dylan really loves spending time with you. On the truth side, Dylan has always loved bigger women and when he talks about you, I can see he thinks you're just about perfect."

"See?" I asked.

"So pretty, but not too bright," she chuckled. "When a boy gets excited about a girl, blood rushes to his penis and it becomes erect... didn't they teach that to you in health class? Being we're nudists, there's no hiding it... So tell me something. Does he have the same effect on you?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Me too," she admitted. "So cards on the table... If you are interested in Dylan, I'll nudge him towards taking the next step. If you're interested in turning our threesome into a foursome, after talking to you, I think it would be fantastic. If you want to be selfish and take Dylan away from us, in all honesty, I won't be thrilled but it will make him happy and that makes me happy."

"Thanks," I said after downing the rest of my drink. "I appreciate it... What now?"

"Come over for dinner tonight," she suggested. "We can hang out and see how we all get along."

I agreed and decided it would be a good idea to head back to my Grandmothers before she came looking for me.

I reluctantly, but quickly got dressed and Willow walked me to the front door.

Once home, I let Grandma know I was meeting up with friends and would be back late if at all. Thank fully she didn't ask who I was hanging out with.

A huge part of me wanted to lock myself in my room, get naked and get myself off a few times. Instead I busied myself around Grandmas house for a few hours.

When the time came, I showered quickly, shaved the week and a half shadow from my legs, pits and considered briefly doing away with my bush but decided I'd leave that look to Willow and stay on the natural side.

While Willow had been clear, assuring me I was being invited over for the three "F's" food, friendship and fun... and the fourth "F" would be totally up to me, whether it was Dylan and me one on one or, as she put it; A right proper orgy. But anything that happened would happen at my speed and by my request.

What hadn't been clear was the dress code. I didn't know if this was a naked evening or clothed. I ended up putting on a light summer dress, wanting to look nice if we remained clothed, easy to get out of if it was a naked party and easy to grab in the unlikely event I felt I needed to make a quick exit.

After throwing a quick coat of neon pink polish on my toes, I stepped into a pair of flip flops and walked over to their house.

There was a privacy hedge that blocked their front door from the street. They'd planted it there, as Willow put it when I left earlier, "so the neighbors don't see my asshole when I bend down to pick up deliveries."

Deciding to be a little daring, I pulled my dress off before ringing the doorbell. Regret started nagging at me as soon as my finger pressed the button. It quickly turned into full on embarrassment when Randy answered the door... In a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hello Annie," Randy said, not missing a beat. "Did you come over here like that?"

"No," I answered, holding up my dress. "I'm sorry, I feel really stupid..."

I started putting my dress back on.

"Hold up," he stopped me. "The only reason we're dressed is because Willow thought you might want to ease into it. I'd rather not be wearing clothes so if you're good with it so am I."

"I'm good with it," I put up a brave front and told him.

He led me into the house and hung my dress on the coat rack by the door.

"Dylan," he called out. "Your girlfriend is here."

I turned to correct Randy and saw he'd already taken off his shirt and dropped his shorts.

"How did you do that so quickly?" I asked, trying not to stare.

"Lots of practice."

"You're naked," Dylan said when he entered the living room.

"Yeah, imagine my surprise, opening the door and finding a naked beauty on the porch," Randy told him.

He stepped over to me to greet me with our usual hug... Our relationship had at least progressed that far.

"Nope," I said, extending my hand to stop him. "I want a proper hug."

Taking the hint, he stripped out of his shirt and shorts.

I liked what I saw. He was muscular, but not in a gym rat way. Just the right amount of hair on his chest and stomach and the most... I may be a little biased... perfect looking penis I'd ever seen.

Then he hugged me. Best hug ever! Without sounding geeky about it, feeling his body, skin to skin against mine made me feel safe and warm... We just fit together perfectly and I'd be remiss if I didn't admit, feeling his cock pressed and starting to stir against my tummy was a turn on.

"Dude, it's not nice to point," Randy said eyeing Dylan's swelling penis.

"Oh shit!" Dylan exclaimed, trying to cover it with his hand. "I am so sorry."

"Well, I'll let you two sort this out," Randy said as he left the room laughing.

Yes I checked out Randy's butt as he walked away. Definitely the second nicest butt I'd seen that day.

"Just give me a minute," a very embarrassed Dylan said as he reached for his shirt to cover himself.

This was my moment.

"Stop," I told him. "It's the best compliment you could ever give me. I feel very self conscious being naked around the three of you...."

I grabbed my belly and gave it a shake for emphasis.

"... You getting aroused seeing me naked makes me feel good about myself."

While Dylan was embarrassed, his penis acted like it didn't have a care in the world... It was so hard it was pointing up towards the ceiling.

"I want to touch it," I told him. "But we need to get some things out of the way first."

"Sure," he said, leading me over to the couch.

"I feel like this is going to sound real Jr. High School here," I started. "With the exception of being nude... But I want to be your girlfriend.... Now before you say anything, Willow told me that you liked me and I... well... I like you a lot too. She told me you were worried about our age difference. For me that won't be a problem if we don't make it one. She also told me you were worried about how being with me would affect the dynamic between the three of you... I guess it depends on how they feel about me or how you'd feel about sharing me, but I'd love to be a part of it. I'm ready to jump into that with both feet."

"Wow," he said, almost as a sigh. "Okay."

"Okay as in you understand English?" I asked. "Or okay as in you want to be my boyfriend."

"Both," he answered.

"I'm glad you understand English," I laughed. "But a girl does like to be asked."

"Anna, I have been crazy about you from the moment I met you," he started. "You're beautiful; I love talking and spending time with you. I want to wake up every morning and have your face be the first thing I see. I want to feel you against me as the last thing I do every night... I would love having you be my girlfriend."

"That worked for me," I told him. "Now is the part where you kiss me."

God I needed that kiss from him.

Our mouths touched, our lips gently parted, our tongues touched and I went a little crazy... My tongue drove its way into his mouth. My body pressed against him hard. He ended up on his back and I was on top of him, grinding my hips against his body.

"Whoa," I said as I came to my senses and we parted.

Without saying a word, Dylan moved to the floor and knelt in front of me.

The head of his hard cock brushed and teased my pussy as we kissed. There were a few times it pressed deeper, parting my lips... penetrating me, just a little bit before pulling away, leaving me wanting.

The kisses on my mouth turned into kisses and licks on my neck. His strong hands gently caressed and massaged my boobs. My moans got louder and his tongue found my rock hard nipples and lightly licked and teased them.

I got a little cringy as he travelled down my body to my tummy. I started getting self conscious and my mind started running riot with over thoughts... He saw and had sex with Willow and her hard body all the time... How could he not find my belly full of jelly disgusting compared to her almost washboard stomach?

However, my mind quieted down just enough to hear his soft moaning as he licked and kissed every inch of my tummy... Willow wasn't joking, Dylan was a chubby chaser. He was never going to make a snide or derogatory comment about my body.

As corny as it sounds, that was when I knew I was going to fall in love with him.

Stepping away from "love" talk and jumping back into lust... After a final kiss, just under my belly button, Dylan's mouth moved lower.

"Sorry, I was going to shave it for you, but I ran out of time," I said as he kissed his way through my... we'll say "robust" bush.

"Ewww, why would you do that?" he stopped kissing and asked.

"I saw Willow shaved and figured you liked it that way," I answered.

"Willow and Randy like the shaved look," he said, giving me a kiss right on the clit. "I like the hairy look... it's two to one, so..."

He gave me another loud, vibrating kiss on the clit again.

"I'll throw my razor away," I assured him.

"Now, if you're done bothering me," he said. "I'd like to get back to what I was doing."

Without waiting for a response, Dylan hooked his arms under my legs, threw them over his shoulders and... Destroyed me.

Earlier that day, Willow assured me that Dylan's oral skills were next level, claiming that his mouth had taken her places she didn't know existed. I politely nodded and told her I was excited to find out sometime... but did weigh her statement against the fact that she'd only been with two men and didn't exactly have a big well of experience to draw from.

Oh my God, I was wrong!

The only way I could begin to describe what he did to my... or more directly my pussy is that it was like having three people munching my muff at the same time... each psychically connected with me and each other.

At first his tongue was feathery soft, floating up and down my slit, just barely grazing my clit each time he got to the top.... My pussy gushed and my clit throbbed... Just as I was about to ask him to lick a little harder... he surprised me and did it... Forcing a low and long moan from me... He eased his tongue inside me and wiggled it... Something I love and it made me moan again.... He trapped my swollen clit between his lips and sucked hard while flicking his tongue over the tip... I shrieked, moan and writhed... He'd made me climax faster and harder than anyone ever had.

I owed Willow an apology for doubting her and a promise I'd never doubt her again.

The best part... He didn't stop there.

His tongue gently played and teased my lips... slid in and out of my wet hole and found some tingly spots on my inner thighs as he waited for my post climax, overly sensitive clit to calm her shit down...

I was just about to tell him it was okay to lick me there again, when his tongue softly circled around the throbbing button... My moan spurred him on to keep working it... He licked up and down, side to side, circles around it... all while his middle finger pumped in and out of my pussy... I was well on my way to climax number two, when his finger eased out of me and followed the trail of juices that had leaked out of me, down to my butthole... I was just about to tell him my hairy little pucker was a no go zone, when his finger was replaced by his tongue.... I decided to let him trespass for a while.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations as Dylan lightly strummed my button with his thumb and his tongue circled around and sometimes in my anus.

"It's nice seeing the kids getting along, don't you think?" Willow's voice jarred me back to reality.

Willow and I have talked about it and we both agree, even after all this time, getting caught/walked in on during sex is a little jarring.

My panic lessened when I saw her hand wrapped around and stroking Randy thick erection and his fingers rubbing away at her pussy.

Still holding his hard shaft, she led him to the couch and sat down next to me.

"Good isn't he?" she asked as Randy knelt between her legs.

"His tongue is in my butt," I mumbled. "No one's ever..."

"I said the exact same thing the first time he did it to me," she laughed. "Feels good doesn't it?"

Our faces were only a few inches apart. I needed to feel her mouth on mine... I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep, wet kiss. Our tongues met... mine was in her mouth before our lips had even touched.

Her hand found my boob and more importantly, her fingers found my nipple... The rolling and pinching from her fingers, her slippery tongue now in my mouth, Dylan's thumb grinding my clit and his tongue lapping away at my butthole.... Mmmm I moaned and grunted into Willow's mouth as the second climax of my day crashed over me.

"Stand up," I told Dylan.

Loving that I had an audience, I opened my mouth and eased Dylan's hard cock in. Wrapping my hand around the thick shaft I stroked it as I bobbed my head up and down.

"He's not going to last long if you do that," Willow commented as I got into a rhythm of sliding my hand all the way over his wet cock, rubbing the head with my palm then letting my lips follow my hand back down.

"Good," I told her, before going back to sucking my new boyfriend.

He moaned as I wet my middle finger, eased my hand between his legs and teased his asshole. There was no protest, so I eased my finger inside.

"He's going to cum," Willow whispered.

I stroked and sucked harder and faster.

"Annie," Dylan groaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Don't swallow it all," was Willow's request right before the most massive load of cum I have ever seen, swallowed or heard about filled my mouth.

I coughed, choked, drooled some of it out on my tits... But I there was still a good portion in my mouth.

Having a good idea as to why she wanted me to save Dylan's load, I turned and pressed my mouth against Willow's... We passed Dylan's cum back and forth with it ending up in Willow's mouth. She leaned forward, her mouth hovering over Randy, who was still kneeling on the floor and drooled it into his open mouth, before kissing him deeply... Randy pulled away from Willow and moved towards me. He and I had our first kiss... What little was left, I held in my mouth before pulling Dylan back down to his knees and kissing him.

I wanted... no needed to get fucked. I needed to get fucked by my new boyfriend. I needed to feel that cock of his, pounding away at my pussy.

Unfortunately the incredibly fantastic blow job I'd given him left his cock soft and dangly instead of hard and pointy.

Thankfully my new best friend, Willow shared the secret of how to put some starch in that noodle.

"Willow told me you like looking at my feet," I said, placing them on his chest. "Would you like to do more than just look?"

In my mind, I'd pictured slowly raising my foot in front of him, tantalizing him by wiggling my toes before scrunching them tight and making my soles wrinkly... I didn't get it, but Willow assured me it was a huge turn on for him... then softly tracing his lips with my big toe... letting his tongue drag against it...

Dylan had other ideas. As soon as they were offered, he had my toes in his mouth.

His tongue rolled over the tips. He licked and sucked each toe. His tongue slipped between them, over them, around them. He licked up and down my soles, from my heel to the tip of my big toe.

I didn't hate it.

The moans he made as his lips clamped my toes sent very pleasurable tingles up and between my legs. His enthusiasm as he practically devoured my digits was nice. But the huge turn on was watching his cock start to stir and get hard.

"Stop!" I told him, pulling my big toe out of his mouth. "I want that in here."

I shoved my middle finger into my pussy for emphasis.

The head of his cock teased my lips as he leaned in to kiss me. Reaching down he held his shaft and teased my pussy further but rubbing the head against the tip of my clit.

"Stop fucking around," I said pulling my mouth away from his. "And fuck me!"

Ask and ye shall receive!

I made sounds that I'd never made or knew I could make as his fat cock drove inside me. I grunted and moaned as my pussy tried to stretch around his shaft.

"Fuck me!" I demanded when he hesitated, making sure I was alright. "Just fuck me, Babe."

I closed my eyes and soaked in the pleasure, pain (just a little) of feeling the rhythm of his big cock pounding my pussy.

My legs were on his shoulders, my boobs were in his hands and his fingers were squeezing my nipples as our bodies crashed together.

I was a little startled, feeling a third hand caressing my bouncing tummy... It's not like I'd forgotten Willow and Randy were still there, my mind had been on other things.

I opened my eyes to Willow's face hovering over mine as her hand eased towards my pussy.

Our mouths and tongues met, just as her fingers found my clit.

"I love kissing you," Willow said.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," I replied.

"You're the only one," she told me. "The first girl I've kissed and the first pussy I've ever played with."

She kissed me again.

Oh fuck that got me! Her tongue swirling in my mouth... Her fingers swirling on my clit and Dylan's cock pumping in and out of me... Boy did I cum! I came right down to my soul!

"I'm cumming on your cock..." I moaned. "So.... good..."

Randy had moved and was standing beside Dylan. For a moment, I thought they were going to do some sort of tag team on me... not that I would have minded that in the least... I was totally shocked when Dylan turned and took Randy's cock into his mouth.

Willow had told me the guys were bi. My pussy definitely got wet and squishy at the thought of seeing the two of them sucking and fucking each other. I had no idea my body would react the way it did... To this day I don't know if it was three back to back to back orgasms or if it was one long, big one.... Either way; Wow!

I started cumming when Dylan had about half of Randy's thick rod in his mouth... I came again when Dylan pulled back and slithered his tongue over the swollen head and a third time when Randy held Dylan's head and fucked his mouth, like Dylan was fucking my pussy.

I needed a breather... but I also needed to get my boyfriend off.

"I want you to cum inside me, Babe," I pleaded.

I could tell he was close to cumming and just needed that little something to push him over the edge. I grabbed my right ankle, pulled my foot to my face and ran my big toe the length of my nose... I have no idea why I did that, I just did... okay?

I made a show of kissing each of my toes and he started thrusting faster. I slid my lips over my big toe, slurping and sucking like it was a small cock and his thrust started getting deeper. Willow joined me, we passed my toe back and forth and his thrust started getting erratic. Willow gave me a wet, moaning kiss around my toes and Dylan lost it... He let out a sexy moan as his cock creamed deep inside me.

I laid back and relaxed, feeling his wonderful cock soften inside me.

"Move!" Willow ordered, pushing Dylan aside and diving between my legs.

I gasped as, starting at my butthole and moving up she used her tongue to collect Dylan and my combined juices. I bore down, trying to force his jizz into her mouth as she loudly licked me from asshole to clit... up and down... again and again.

For her first time going down on another girl, she wasn't half bad.

Poor Randy hadn't cum yet.

"Come here," I beckoned.

Randy knelt on the couch beside me. I gripped his shaft and eased it into my mouth... Wow he was thick! I was only able to swallow half of it, so with my hand stroking I worked him as much as I could.

Replaying images in my mind of Dylan sucking that same cock only minutes before filled my head as my tongue licked and teased Randy's hairless balls, I wanted him to join me.... But he was busy.

When I turned to get his attention, I found him behind Willow, holding her cheeks open with his hands eating her pussy and her butt.

Deciding not to interrupt Willow's pleasure, I turned my attention back to the hard cock in my hand.

Getting it as wet as I could, I stroked in a twisting motion, letting my palm glide over the head as I sucked. As I got used to his girth, I was able to take him deeper and deeper almost with each stroke.

Reaching between his legs with my free hand, I teased his smooth pucker with my middle finger.

"Annie you need to stop," Randy moaned, pulling away from me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing at all," he assured me. "I just don't want to cum yet."

It gave me an out, as Willow, for her first time eating pussy was... enthusiastic, but not real good at it. I was nowhere near cumming.

"Me either," I said. "I need a break."

The four of us broke for dinner; needless to say, we ate quickly as we were all eager to get back to our fun.

"Lay down," I told Willow when our little party moved to their bedroom.

With a couple of pillows behind her back, she sat facing me.

"Spread your legs," I ordered. "Show me your pussy."

During dinner, Randy had taken me aside and told me Willow's "I like to be treated like a slut but not called one" kink.

Putting the soles of her feet together, she spread her knees wide.

"You have a beautiful pussy," I said, looking at her dewy, wet lips. "I..."

I swear I had a plan. I wanted to make her display herself for us and have her perform... Rubbing her clit, fingering her hole, licking her fingers clean... But... I'd been looking at and wanting to eat her pussy, pretty much all day... I couldn't resist. I had to taste her.

"You taste good," I said after a few swipes with my tongue.

I danced my tongue over her clit, coming so very close to touching it... licked up one side then down the other... I let my light touch circle around her smooth pucker... I mean why not? All three of them seemed to be into it and truth be told, I kind of liked doing it. It made me feel like I was doing something forbidden.

Lost in my own little world, teasing and tasting Willow, I jumped a little when I felt finger tips glide over my butt cheeks. It was Randy and the way he was caressing me felt nice but hesitant.

"I think your husband wants to fuck me," I stopped licking to alert Willow.

I went back to teasing her clit with my tongue.

"I don't blame him," she took her mouth off of Dylan's to reply.

That was all Randy needed.

I moaned into Willow's bald pussy as her husband's thick rod slowly... and I mean ever so slowly, filled me.

I clamped my lips around Willow's swollen button and licked as Randy's thrusts moved me back and forth.

Dylan had shifted lower, kissing and sucking on Willow's rock hard nipples.

Randy's hold on my... we'll say ample hips, tightened at the same time Willow's hands gripped my head... Randy hammering his cock in and out of me from behind... Willow grinding her wet pussy against my mouth... Both of them using me for their pleasure... I loved it!

I was the first to cum. Randy's big cock; fucking me doggy style worked and rubbed my g-spot to perfection.

Willow was next. My moans on her pussy... Dylan biting and sucking her nipples and her husband telling her how tight and wet my pussy felt around his cock, was all she needed to make her mouth moan and her pussy gush all over my face.

Willow scooted out from under me after she came, leaving Dylan to kiss and lick her juices from my mouth and chin.

I could hear Randy and her kissing as he continued ramming that fat rod into me... A wet finger circled and teased my butthole... I got a little nervous, remembering our earlier conversation when Willow told me how much she loved it when the guys fucked her and finished in her butt...

"I can't wait to see you fuck her ass," Willow told Randy.

I went from nervous to full on panic attack!

But it was all for nothing... She'd said it because she knew it would get him off... and it worked.

Randy slammed deep inside me... his cock throbbed and filled my pussy with what felt like a gallon of cum.

He pulled his softening cock out of me, or maybe he was pushed out of the way. As soon as it was out, Willow's mouth was on, greedily sucking and slurping our combined juices.

I heard kissing sound from behind me when she was done. I assumed, correctly I might add, that she'd kissed Randy. When she was done with him, she pulled Dylan's mouth away from mine and planted a gooey, Randy, Annie and probably a little Dylan juice kiss on him. Saving the best... that would be me, by the way, for last she parted from Dylan and gave me a deep, long, wet one too.

Dylan was hard again and I knew Willow was wet... because I made her that way, so it seemed like a good match.

"I want to see you two," I said between Willow kisses.

"Not tonight," she said, shutting me down. "I get them all the time, so tonight they're all yours. We'll work out the sharing thing when you come back tomorrow."

We took a break. It was nice, sitting outside and naked in my boyfriend's arms, just hanging out letting them get to know me.

Dylan and I finished off our night with me having countless orgasms, riding his big cock as Randy and Willow kissed and caressed us.

The four of us fell asleep cuddled with our respective partner on their king size bed.

It was just before dawn when I work up to find Dylan watching me sleep.

"You're beautiful," he whispered before giving me a soft kiss.

"I need to get home before Grandma wakes up," I whispered back.

We quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I had enough time to have a cup of coffee with him, so we kissed and made each other promises I hoped we'd keep.

With our coffee drank, it was time for me to go home.

Reluctantly I went to the living room, found my discarded dress and put it on.

"You don't have to do that," I told him as he got dressed. "It's only two houses and I'm pretty sure I won't get lost."

"Sorry, I was raised better than that," he replied. "Mom used to say 'Hookers you can kick to the curb, but girlfriends get walked home'."

"She didn't say that, did she?"

"Actually yes she did."

"Sounds like an interesting lady," I said. "I can't wait to meet her."

"And I hope you never have to."

Hand in hand, he walked me to Grandma's front porch. Once there, he gave me a kiss and told me he was looking forward to seeing me later.

As I watched him walk back to his house, I started working out how I was going to keep this all a secret from Grandma for the next three months.