anny howard

HOW WE SEE IT

ANNY THE SEX MANIAC

"we are it."

barbaralba

 

chapter 07

"Led Zeppelin."

A few people looked at Uncle Bill. Dad hugged him and his wife Betty and Jane and Franny.

"Anny, you've become a young lady. Did you here Led Zeppelin is back together."

"That sounds like good news."

"I've been telling people for 30 years I'd like to go to a Led Zeppelin concert, see the master Jimmy playing guitar like no one else. Like he came from Planet Guitar. I saw Page and Plant once. He smiled like a kid at Christmas with the first present in his hand. His guitar. His magic wand, with which he would enchant millions. And he has. They're real guys and real living legends."

Jane smiled at her Dad. She loved to see him charged up.

With six people and suit cases packed in the family car. Big black German Monster. All the official people drove one. We had a station wagon. Dad worked for the CIA. Least that's what Bill told me.

There was a little fresh and wet snow on the road on our way home from the airport. Traffic was a little Amox and when we finally got home, the first talk was of bed. And that was the program. Jane would have to share my bed or sleep on the sofa, which was plenty big enough, but we always slept together and had long pillow talks.

"Tell me what's new, Anny."

"I've become a Sex Maniac. Puberty fucked up my head. I need sex."

Jane put her hand on my hip. I leaned my head up to kiss her neck. She moved a little closer and I continued to kiss her neck until she turned her head to have her lips meet mine. We heard someone walk by in the hall and we stopped moving for a second, then laughed at each other.

"I can't believe I'm having my tit's licked by my little cousin Anny."

"Should I stop."

"No, we can't chance that the universe ends tomorrow and I didn't have sex with my kissing cousin."

I kissed her belly and she closed her eyes. I kissed her hips and licked the inside of her leg and watched her spread them slowly so that I could get between them and get my tongue and lips on her cunt. She didn't take long to have an orgasm. And then she was done. I kissed her a few times while she talked about the airport in Vancouver. The traffic to get there. The hot steward on the plane.

"Did you do him in the bathroom."

"No. What, with my family wondering where I was for and hour and everyone else their dinner."

"Maybe tomorrow we can have a threesome."

"Franny would not find this amusing."

"Kate would."

"Who's Kate."

"A good friend who also enjoys sex. We were friends first. We do other things too."

"Okay. Tomorrow I'll be fit."

chapter 08


"We'll be back before midnight Mass."

Bill was only on paper Catholic and Betty was on everything and everyone, Baptist. Jane knew she was an animal. I was clear on that. Franny was still trying to please her mother. Jane was certain she would outgrow it.

"Only really spaced out teenagers go to church in Canada."

"Only really spaced out people go to any of the religion sanctuaries. Mad apes. And I'll tell you what I think. They cut down the forests and jungles to cripple us. Rob us of the magic of a majestic forest."

"Not likely with intent but it is the effect."

"I think they should stop lying. It's an ugly smoke screen."

"Keep 'em dumb and make them work."

When we got to Kate's, she was in a bath robe and Monster Magnet was blasting on her father's stereo.

"Led Zeppelin is back together."

Kate smiled.

"I'm Jane."

"Hi, Jane."

Kate tested her seduction talent out on Jane. It seemed like an extra animal. Or a different department of the Kate institution. And it was an old department. Older than Kate. Something that had its feet still in the ocean.

"Evolution is God. And we are this part of it."

They both looked at me.

"I'd like to have sex."

We looked at each other for a little while wondering how to start. I undid Kate's robe and opened it so we could see her skin. Skin from head to toe. Soft and firm. Light brown like a Pocahontas.

We moved over to the sofa and laid Kate out wide and kissed each of her feet. Up her legs and Jane beat me to her sweet smiling cunt so I sucked on her tits and kissed her. Then I made her get up so that I could lick her from behind while Jane licked her from the front.

Her asshole was made for licking. And she tried, or her muscles did, to kiss my tongue. Jane's hand was on my bush. Beaver. 10-4. Aside went my underwear and in slid her fingers.

We were like genitalia addicted primates in a genitalia heaven that had just opened for the first time in our city.

"Let's go downtown shopping and make men cum where they are."

chapter 09

"The tower of Babel story is backwards. It wasn't a grand structure out of stone. It was a superstructure made on illusion. It wasn't God that was upset about people working on one project together. It was the War Lords who created the Law of God. Babylon will fall when we see that it is not real."

We decided on the Smithsonian. There were many places where one could stand next to a man and take out his cock and casually jerk him off with the unsaid understanding that it was an obvious break of the code of normal public conduct.

But there was the penis to think about. It was an important part of the man. Man knew it. Women knew it. The penis was a good thing to take in hand.

The first man I found was looking at some stuffed rodents with no one in sight of him. I walked up beside him and asked him if I could touch his penis.

He kept staring at the animals and seemed to be working on the plausibility that he had heard me right.

Maybe I had said to feed them some peanuts.

Whatever he was deciding, it wasn't, get the fuck away from me you under aged Catholic whore. So I touched his jeans and felt his penis slowly grow into a cock. When it seemed caught on his leg, I pulled down his zipper and pulled his underwear aside and made room for Mr. Penis to pop up to the hand that took him out of his dark warm cell of constant friction. And out into the light. If it could see, it would enjoy the stuffed animals. Thinking he was one of them, not knowing anything beyond the need to be stroked in rhythm until the nerves compounded its sense overload.

And sperm is forced out. The first squirt made it to the dry grass of the dry exhibition of water creatures and water plants.

Foot steps were heard behind us so I took a step away from the man and watched him put his foot over the biggest bit of cum.

Then I went to look for the next one.

The next one was a high school boy. He had his hockey sweeter on. 17. Hutchenson.

"Come to the handycapped toilet with me."

He looked at me. Was about to tell me to fuck off until he felt my hand on his dick. Then he looked to see who was looking. Then he crossed the floor to the big door. I went in a few seconds later.

"Take your sweater off. And your t-shirt."

I helped him out of his shoes, socks, jeans and underwear. And took his limp penis in my mouth and licked and sucked until it was a cock. When it was mighty and prepared for its mission, I sat up on the counter and pulled his cock up to my already very wet cunt.

We both watched it slide in. Then we watched until it was two creatures communicating at the most basic level. Cock in cunt. The crown and throne of evolution.

I could tell he would cum quickly. It was okay with me. I could cum later. His frantic pounding felt brutal and beautiful.

Someone tryed the door handle just as my hockey boy started his grand climax. He twisted out of me, sperm on my leg, on the counter, on the floor. The bit that was left hanging on his heroic prick, I licked off. I sucked a little on his cock until the door was tried again.

"We'll be out in a minute."

The boy let a little laugh out but held the volume low.

When we had arranged ourselves and clothed ourselves, we left our animal sex world and returned to the outside.

A little girl saw us come out but no one else noticed. And no one noticed when I went back in with the captain of a different team.


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