Annie Girl

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The woman next door was a doctoral candidate at the university I’d graduated from two years earlier. One of my windows showed the courtyard of the apartment complex, and I’d see her sometimes, leaving in the morning or returning in the late afternoon. I didn’t know her much, enough to chat a little if we passed in the courtyard. She was Ann, plain and pretty in spots. Her boyfriend was a big Sioux Indian with lots of scars from knife-fights on the reservation. The cops had show up at her unit a couple times. It wasn’t my business, not even when I went over to borrow a bread pan one afternoon in the summer.

I knocked on the screen door and a moment later I heard her voice calling out, asking who was there? I said, “Alex.” After a moment’s hesitation she called out again, telling me to come in. I stepped inside, looking around as the door closed noisily behind me on a spring.

“I’m in the bathroom,” she yelled.

It was a smallish apartment. The bathroom was to the right of the kitchen and the bedroom was left. The bathroom door was partly open and I stood there for moment wondering about it.

“Are you still there,” she called.

“Yes,” I said.

“I’m in the bathroom,” she repeated.

I hesitated again and then stuck my head past the door thinking, OK.

“Hello, Alex.” she said. “Just gonna stand there?”

I stepped inside the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid. She was lying in the tub, of course. The water was halfway up and had the remnants of a bubble bath. She wasn’t smiling. Instead, she had a diabolic Escort Bayan expression on her face– measuring my thoughts, maybe. My first impressions were that she was either crazy or simply one of the uninhibited types.

“Close the door,” she said. I pushed it shut with my foot.

“Do you like me?” she asked.

“What’s not to like?” I said, “You’re pretty.”

She pushed her hips out of the water. “Is this pretty?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “it’s pretty.”

She relaxed back in the water, and then reached out with a bar of soap.

“Show me how pretty.” She said.

I took the soap from her hand as she pushed her hips back up.

“Do it nice,” she said, “not too rough.”

She was bold, and I had nothing better than to follow her instructions, so I started rubbing the soap on her crotch. She slapped my forearm suddenly.

“Nice!” she said.

At this point her crotch was completely lathered and she dropped her hips back in the water. She grabbed my wrist and shook it and I dropped the soap.

“My boyfriends’ coming over in twenty minutes,” she said. “We’re going to see a movie, so get fucking out of here.”

“Fine by me,” I said, getting up and thinking– as they say– that she had screw loose.

Just then I heard the spring on the screen door; I didn’t figure it for anyone but the Indian. She might have been lying about his show-up time or he might be early. Either way, the situation was changed. I’d just had a handful of her twat, and he’d probably be coming Escort through the door while I still had the soap on my hands.

I’d run into him maybe a week earlier. He’d been sitting in the courtyard, sucking down a forty ounce beer and he’d caught hold of my arm as I walked by and pulled me down next to him. He wanted to share so I took a couple slugs off the bottle, and then sat around listening to him ramble. The topper came when a kitten wandered by and he scooped it up, sticking its head in his mouth. I was dumbstruck and worried until he spat it out unharmed, its head matted with saliva.

“The kitten is my brother,” he said, “I share my air with him.”

I told, Lea, I had to be on my way and started for town, knowing I wouldn’t soon forget what I’d just witnessed.

He came towering and staggering into the bathroom and I sat reflexively back on the toilet lid. The air picked up a boozy odor as he stood swaying in the tiny room, looking blearily from Ann to me, and then back to Ann with a bemused expression. He shifted his position, stood over me while unbuckling his Levis and looking over at Ann.

“Is this your new man for stroking your ass?” He said.

He pulled his cock out, and I turned my face away, feeling it brush my cheek. I started to stand but he grabbed my shoulders with his meat-hooks and shoved me back down.

“Knock it off,” said Ann, looking bored.

“No–no,” said Lea, “This is the man who wants to stroke my woman’s ass. You wanna do that, little man, stroke her ass, suck on her Bayan Escort a little?”

“Man,” I said, “all I want is to get out of here.”

“Knock it off, Lea!” Yelled Ann.

“I’ll knock you off.” He said, turning toward her with his half-hard cock hanging out.

Ann gazed at him for a couple seconds, and then stretched herself out over the edge of the tub saying, “Want me to suck it?”

That defused him, but then he pointed at me, as if suddenly remembering something.

“You get off that fucking seat and I’ll cut your face open. Yeah, lover, you can suck it,” he said, moving up to get his dick in her face. She made all sorts of wet blow-job noises, but spit his cock out after a couple minutes.

“Man, you can’t even get it up,” she said, disgustedly. “I wanna do him.” she said, motioning toward me with a flip of her head.

“Yeah?” he said, “OK, lover.”

Meanwhile, he was dragging me off the toilet and pushing me toward her from behind. I could feel his weight and the muscle of his chest against the back of my neck. He reached around me and started pulling my pants open and fumbling for my cock. It was hard from watching and listening while she’d been sucking his numb dick. He pulled it out and started jerking me off in her face.

“There’s your cock, lover,” he yelled! “Suck it, tramp!”

“I don’t mind if I do,” she said with a sneer, and then started plunging her mouth over the head while he jerked me faster.

“Give it to me!” she yelled, with the head of my cock between her teeth. “Gimme some cum!”

She slapped the Indian’s hand away, tightened her mouth around my cock and started wiggling her tongue with a vengeance. A tingle ran up the back of my legs, and then shot through my ass and balls as I started squirting.

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