See someone lurking away into the garage.

As you work the dishes away you hear movement on the stairs and some scuffling coming your way. You dry your hands and see Anne creeping past on her tip toes, and seems to not notice you inside the kitchen. Her eyes are on the hallway in front of her and she sneaks past the doorway in a quiet fashion. You feel intrigued by her behaviour and walk silently over to peer out the doorway after her. She’s walking towards the back of the house and she moves while listening with her for movement it would seem. She yelps in whisper and seems to drop something on the floor, as she leans to pick them up you see her t-shirt ride up and her bare bottomed ass stick out white and perky right in your gaze. Your eyes play with the vision before you, and she takes quite a time to pick up what she needs, and before she bends up properly her other hand reaches behind to her ass. As you expect her to cover herself up, you get another shock when she pulls her cheek and dips a finger in her pussy. After doing that two or three times, she slips the finger up a notch and it glides right into her bum. She again yelps, and with a soft raspy moan she gets back up and walks further in, only if a bit more gangly. Slowly she disappears down the hallway and into the garage, and probably the laundry room further in.

You pick up the laundry basket that you have here in the kitchen for lazy mornings and kitchen towels, and stride down the hallway to the garage. The lights are on in there, as they do from movement sensors and the same one will work in the laundry room as well. You find a somewhat confused Anne standing in the doorway to the laundry room, looking in.

“Looking for something?”

“yes…well I…” she trails off, and I notice her bikini is in her hands.

“You thought I was in here?”

“Yes…yes,” she grips at the words.

“And what’s that?” you ask nodding at what’s in her hands.

“My…uh…my bikini.”

“So you came in here where you knew I’d be, without anything on under that t’shirt?”

“Yes….what? no…” she burst of confusion.

“Yes you are,” you say firmly and you turn her around to the side and lift her shirt up to reveal her bare ass. She’s blushing a lot suddenly, which is uncommon for Anne.

“I…no….I just thought it save time.” She grasps for ideas.

“And meeting me here in the back of the house alone like this was not what you had planned? Hoping I would find out your predicament, maybe?”

“No…yes…uh…” she fumbles her words.

“Then you are just a naughty girl, but one who doesn’t want to show her ass around then?”

“…yes.” She thinks she answered correctly.

“Tsk,” you say and you lead the stiff girl into the laundry room.
“And now you lie, because I saw you finger your bare pussy in my hallway.”

“But I,” she looks red and humiliated.

“You were baring your ass at me, and fingering your hole,” and as you say this you lean push the girl against the dryer and the bench above it. She stays there bent over, looking at you with a confused and demure look on her face. You lift her t-shirt back over her ass, and when she tries to speak, you slap your hand on her now exposed cheek. She shrieks in a small withheld face and does not try to speak again, and you start stroking her ass. She starts to breathe heavy at this and but won’t take her eyes off you.

“Fingering this hole in my clear vision,” you say as your finger dips inside her pussy. Her face is a mixture of horror and pleasure as her mouth hangs open in a frozen protest. You keep your finger sawing in her soaking wet slit three deep times, before taking them out and smearing her pussy in her juice.

“And then I see this naughty girl push a finger in her other hole,” and you circle your finger around her asshole. She’s still not saying anything, but just stares at you with lust burning in her eyes and a look of shock on her face. As you push into her ass, she tries to move away from the invading digit, but she can’t get very far, and soon you have her up against the dryer and the finger going deep in her ass. She cries out a deep moan as a tear run down her face. You move in closer and slip your hand up inside her shirt to pinch at her nipple. She moans yet again, and you lean over and kiss her.

“You came in her hoping I would take you, didn’t you?” you ask in fierceness you didn’t know you had in you, and she just looks at you for a quiet moment.
“Didn’t you?” You pinch her nipple again, and she cries out a moan.

“Yes!” she whispers hoarsely.

“You hoped I would assert once more what I could have had out in the pool?”

“Yes..no…I...,” she looks away,
“I don’t know.”

“You don’t? So you don’t want this?” you ask and grab one of her hands gripping the bench and place it on your raging hard on.

“Yes…No…” she was groping at the cock though.

“Why don’t you take it out?”

“I can’t,” she whispers, but you just pull slip your ring finger out to poke at her wet slit, while your index is still deep in her ass. She moans as you do this and looks at you with a plea in her eyes, but her hand keeps stroking your cock. You dip your finger in deep in her pussy as well, and she caves and pulls down your trunks.

“See, you want it.” You start sawing in and out of her holes.

“Noo…” she coos as her hand strokes your cock.

“You don’t want this?”

“N-no…” she speaks in a demure whisper that just did not fit the smile or her body language.

“Then maybe you want more then,” you say firm, and as you slip your fingers out of her holes, you walk away from her hand to stand behind her. She says nothing for a while, just tilts her head to peer at you with a gnawing doubt on her face. You grab you instrument and stroke its large head against her tiny slit. She moans and tries to wiggle away, you hold her more firm with the other hand and slid you head between her oily lips. She tries to jerk away, but it’s already been established that she’s not getting very far that way.

“Please….don’t” and you hear a more serious tone in her plea.

“You want this in your pussy?”

“No.”

“No? Then how come you are soaking wet?”

“I…uh…no…” she answers uncertainly, and when I start pushing she pleads once more,
“d-don’t.”

“Maybe you want it in your other hole then?” you tease and still your cock lingers pressing against her soft pussy.

“n-no…”

“Don’t you want this cock? Don’t you want to feel it?” she just shudders and doesn’t answer.
“Haven’t you craved it inside you all day since you saw it?”

A low soft whisper of “yes,” can be heard.

“So where do you want it? Pussy or ass?” and as you ask this you slip your cock back and forth between her lips, dipping against her opening with your tip, pushing just a bit more each time. She does not seem to answer so you try pushing once more.

“So you just want me to push it in here then?”

“No.” she whispers

“So you want it in your ass, you want to feel this monster inside your ass then?” you are not waiting for an answer as you remove your slick and juicy cock from her pussy and lift it up to her ass. She once more wiggles a bit, but you soon find your mark and your tip is pressed against her rectum. She squirms as you push your tip to open her up, but she does not fight. Again and again you push so it opens her up to feel the size of your head, trying to get even half of it in. She moans and screams louder now and another tear goes down her face. You slip back up and push back in, and she grunts in the motion of feeling her backside open. Her voice become loud and hectic, with pleas of “No,” and “Don’t,” so you find a pair of clean socks nearby and put them to her mouth. She bites down on it after having you hold it there for a while and she keeps on increasing her cries.

Soon you have nearly the entire head inside, and you stop to marvel at the little white ass having her little hole stretched by your massive manhood. You feel ready to push past that last border, and to ram her full of your cock, but one small moment of clarity is needed to make sure of something.

“You want this big rod?” she still shakes her head.
“You want me stop and let you go?” she stops for a moment, and demurely shakes her head.
“Then tell me, what should I do with this large cock against your ass?”

She still has the pair of socks in her head, but when she looks back at you, water in her eyes and a lust burning behind them, you can still hear her clearly.

“Fuck my ass!”

You grab her hips and while holding her firmly you press you rod inside her ass, and as you head pop past her ring she throws her head back in a scream of pain and pleasure. Her cries intensify and her begging never stops as you start to firmly move in and out of her ass. She bucks her ass and shakes her head, which only makes her move more on your cock, and when you feel you are half way you stop, and grab her breasts in your hands. ¨

“Want more?” she just breathes and shudders in your hands.
“Here comes the other half!” she makes a start when she realises she only have got half of it, and you pinch her nipples as you press firmer inside her. Her moans and screams intensify once more and you note that one of her hands is not on the bench anymore and something is tickling your balls that hang by her pussy. You pull back out, all the way, and she mews and sighs as her ass pops you out. But her begging goes back fast enough when you spit a flow in your hand to smear on your cock, and she soon have it posed at her back entrance again. You lunge inside her, and her head snaps in a scream again, and with two more pushes you suddenly feel her ass firmly against your pubes, and a frantic hand moving by your balls, over her own clit.

“You have my whole cock inside your ass, Anne,” you whisper in her ear.
“How does that feel this?” you pull back just a bunch and ram it in her full again, and she screams once more. But this time the scream is of pure pleasure as her body shakes and her voice cracks. The girl before you cries tears from her eyes and trembles in your arms, before falling down against the bench once more. I pull out of that sweet ass, not wanting to overdo her little game or her little ass, and she just lies there with a giant smile on her tear stained face. Her asshole looks red and raw, her little slit looks soaked with juices, and she’s wet down her thighs.

“Hope you learned your lesson.” You smirk.

“Yes, sir,” she pants, “Please don’t do that again,” and she says those words with a happy smile, but her voice is back to that of the little demure girl, which has now been taken from her.

She rises back up and slips her t-shirt back over her parts again. As she straightens up and brushes the tears off her face, she looks at you, then leans over and slips you a little kiss on the lips once more, before quickly scurrying back into the house. You sigh as you smile, pulling your trunks back on and getting the laundry where it belongs, and you are soon back in the house seeing that all the 4 girls still sit by the Tv, like nothing has happened. You shrug your shoulders and head back to finish what’s in the kitchen.