Wild Child - part 3

A few minuets later they had arrived at Anthony’s place.  The beach looked more than just inviting, there were well-tanned bodies all over.  Some clad, but most not.  1

Angie climbed out the Limo and headed for the beach where she found Chanette chatting to a very interesting looking couple.  The woman had short red hair, big breasts, and longest legs that Angie had ever seen. He had dark eyes, dark hair, and was well tanned.2

“Hi Angie, I’m glad to see that you finally made it.” Chanette commented sarcastically.  “This is Virginia and Derek,” looking at the couple next to her she introduced, “Virg, Derek, this is Angie.”
“Hi,” they responded in unison.
“Pleased to meet you,” turning to Chanette Angie asked, “Where’s Ant?”
“Probably in the house with one or five other women, you know how he gets at these parties!”
“Lucky man,” Angie commented making her way toward the huge beach house in search for Anthony.
Anthony was a typical surfer, big, blonde and robust, he also had the most amazing blue eyes that you could drown in.  Chanette and Anthony inherited their father’s estate when he passed away, neither of them had to work a day in their lives if they so chose.  Chanette had her own lingerie line and Anthony’s heart lay in teaching.  If he was not teaching some young lass to surf, he would be guiding another down the alpine slopes.  Angie walked through the house towards the Spa, if it was one thing she knew about Anthony, it was to find him in the Spa.  To her surprise he was alone, sipping a glass of champagne.  “Hi stranger, why all alone?”
“I was waiting for you my sweet!” he responded, and poured her a glass of bubbly.
“Flattery will get you exactly what you want, and you know it!”  Angie teased.
“I know, so what are you waiting for, get in.”
“But kind sir, my swimsuit is still in the Limo.” She mocked him.
“Who said anything about a swimsuit?  Strip and get in!”  He demanded.  Angie dropped her dress to her ankles and stepped into the spa.  “So, what have you been up to?” he asked her
“You know, a little of this, a lot of that.” She responded.
“And I’m sure a lot of in betweens!”
“Who Moi?  Never!  I’m a good little girl.”  She shot back at him.
“Yeah, good at what bad girls do!  Angie the last time you were good was when you were what, thirteen?”
“Don’t be facetious Anthony, it doesn’t become you!  Besides which, being good at what bad girls do is the only way to be!” she commented as she closed her eyes and relaxed in the bubbling water.  When she opened her eyes, Anthony had disappeared and left her with her thoughts.  Shutting her eyes again she thought back to her first encounter with Anthony. . .3

Chanette had arranged a surprise party for her brother and invited Angie along.  Chanette was a few years older that Angie, but somehow they had landed in the same class.  Angie came from a very prudish family and was not allowed to go anywhere without a suitable chaperone.  So when the night of the party arrived, she sneaked out of her bedroom window to meet Chanette who was waiting at the bottom of the garden for her.  This was the first time that she had ever gone against the wishes of her parents, and the adrenaline was pumping though her veins, it also wouldn’t be the last time.  It was two months before her sixteenth birthday and Angie felt she was ready for anything.  They ran to where Chanette had parked the car and headed off to the party.4

“Who all will be there?” Angie asked nervously.
“A lot of people you don’t know, but don’t panic, I’ll be there and you know me.”  Chanette tried to reassure her.
“Will your parents be there?”
“Like No Angie, do you really think that they will allow me to throw a party like this in their house?”
“Party like what?”  Angie asked innocently.
“Angie baby, relax a little and enjoy the ride, you ask way too many questions.”
She sat back and anxiously waited the moment they would arrive at Chanette’s house.  By the time they had reached their destination, the party was well under way.
“So come on now, I want you to meet my Brother.”  Chanette yelled over the deafening music.  Angie followed tensely, not knowing what to expect.  Chanette came to a sudden stop, “Angie, this is my brother Anthony, or Ant for short.  Ant, this is Angie.”
“So you are the famous Angie!  Shanz can’t stop talking about you, and now I know why.”  With that Anthony reached out, took her hand and kissed her fingertips.  Angie was dumbfounded, and totally in love.
“Angie, sit, and I’ll get you something to drink.”  Angie heard Chanette tell her before walking toward the bar.  Angie was suddenly all alone in a strange place with even stranger people.  Chanette had gotten sidetracked and disappeared from view.  Amongst all the noise and confusion Angie felt a hand on her thigh, she grabbed it and followed the arm up to its owner, only to find Anthony hiding behind her chair with a bottle of champagne.  “Would you like some?” he asked persuading.
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?  Tell me Angie do you know if you are old enough to be here?”  Anthony asked her scornfully.
“Of course I am, and yes I would like some!”  She shot back, grabbing the bottle from Anthony she downed almost half the bottle in one swig.
“Cool it, I would have given you a glass.  We don’t want to get you drunk.”
“I - I won’t get drunk,” she stuttered.  She was already feeling light headed from the champagne.  She snapped.
Anthony took her hand and guided her toward the house.  Once inside Anthony headed for what looked like the bathroom, but was in fact the sunroom fitted with a giant sized Jacuzzi.
“And now, why did you bring me here?  I’ve already had a bath.” She said very matter of fact.
“No my sweetness, you are not going to have a bath, I thought you may enjoy to sit in the Jacuzzi where it is a little quieter, and sip your champagne, rather than outside amongst all the noise.”
“Where’s Shanz?”
“Don’t worry about Shanz, she’s probably picked up the waitress that she has the hots for.”
“Waitress?”  Angie asked confused
“Yes my dear innocent one, waitress.  Has Shanz told you nothing?”
“About?”  Angie felt even more confused.
“What, or rather who, she likes?”
“Not exactly.”
“Okay, let me fill you in on your best friend.  There are a couple of things that you should know.  Shanz likes women.  And I can see why she speaks so much about you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Shanz fucks women, now do you understand?”
Angie stood there in total disbelief, how could someone she thought she knew so well, be someone she didn’t know at all.  Anthony sensing her unease commented, “don’t be scared, she’ll never try anything with you.”
“Why?”  Angie asked feeling hurt.
“Simply because you are so young and naďve.  But me on the other hand can and will try all I want.”  Two women walked past them and stepped into the Jacuzzi.  “Hi ladies, this is Angie, Shanz’s friend.”
“Hi Angie, I’m Pat, and this is Lindsey.”  The one woman introduced them.
“Hello,” Angie managed to mumble.
“Are you getting in Ant?”  Lindsey inquired.
“What do you think?” Anthony replied as he started stripping.
“And you love?  Are you getting in?”  Pat questioned Angie.
“I don’t think so, I haven’t got my suite or anything.”  
“Who said anything about wearing a suit?” mocked Anthony, as he came over to where she was standing.  He put his hand around her neck and loosened the tie of her halter-neck, then slowly bringing his hands to the front undid the zip, and slipping it over her arms he threw it aside.  Her skirt was next on his agenda.  He positioned his hands under the elastic and lowered it to the floor where he helped her step out of it.  Anthony then placed his hands on the budding breasts, making her nipples tingle at the sudden attention.  Lowering his head he kissed her on the mouth, descended to her neck.  Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he began teasing her youthful nipples with his tongue, lowering his head further, he gripped her panties in his teeth tugged at them and pulled them off her quivering body.  He then picked her up in his strong arms and stepped into the Jacuzzi.  Once in the warm water, he lowered her delicate body into it.  5

Pat and Lindsey stepped into the Jacuzzi, went over to where they were sitting and handed her a glass of champagne.  Angie took to the glass from Pat and downed the bubbling liquid.
“There is no need to be scared,” Anthony informed her, “I’m not going to hurt you.  If you feel uncomfortable with anything I do, tell me and I promise I will stop.  Is that a deal”?
“Yes.” She whispered.
Anthony’s hand, which was rested on her knee, worked its way up her thigh and stopped on her virgin mound.  He slid his finger into the wet crevice making Angie’s hormones suddenly wake up and burn with desire.  Anthony then guided Angie to lie on the edge of the Jacuzzi and positioned his mouth at the opening of her love tunnel.  He devoured the virgin juices that flowed from within.  “Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“No.” She lied.  Suddenly Angie could feel more than just Anthony’s hands on her body.  When she opened her eyes she realised that both Pat and Lindsey were caressing and fondling her body.
“Do you want me to carry on?”  Anthony asked Angie.
“Yes.” She replied.
“Ladies, I think we should show this young specimen the pleasures of group sex.” Anthony mused as he lifted Angie into a sitting position.  Pat and Lindsey took that as their cue and began caressing Angie’s body, their hands and mouths were all over her virgin skin.  Lindsey’s tongue was darting around Angie’s nipples slowly moving up towards her mouth. Before Angie knew it Lindsey was kissing her on the mouth. Angie’s body suddenly leapt to life.  She knew that kissing a woman was not ‘normal’ but this was turning her on, making every inch of her throb.  Pat took Angie’s hand and guided it to her crotch.  Instinctively Angie found herself fingering Pat’s love tunnel.  When she opened her eyes she saw that Pat had Anthony’s member in her mouth, and Lindsey had descended between her spread legs.  “I think she is ready for you Ant,” Lindsey suggested.  Anthony swapped places with Pat and placed the head of his cock at opening of her tight pussy, he moved further into her virginity stretching her pussy walls to their limit.  He thrust himself in further still, until Angie felt as though he was in her throat.  Skilfully he moved her hips, rotating her pelvis around his erection.  Lindsey and Pat poured the rest of the champagne over Angie’s body and licked it off, caressing and fondling all the time.  Angie could feel the beginnings of her first orgasm. Anthony picked up on her need and increased his speed, penetrating her deeper and faster.  Angie’s body began to shake and convulse in a frenzied climax.  Anthony thrust in as deep as possible shooting his load straight into her.  Pulling out, Pat and Lindsey immediately began licking him, then turned their attention to Angie.  They worked their way up her body, licking her nipples, neck, enticing her tongue out of her own mouth and into their cum tasting ones.
“Thank you and see you later.” Pat and Lindsey said as they climbed out of the Jacuzzi and left the sunroom.  Anthony helped her climb back in the tub, turned the jets on and let her relax in the bubbling water.  He then left her to unwind.6