L Anne Carrington

If there’s one thing I really love, it’s L Anne fiction. She is SUCH a good writer, and has such an authentic voice. Really captures every moment, so true to life. It’s just stunning some publishing house hasn’t snapped her up already, the world is missing out on an important work.

So, onto part two of the delicious fan fic she wrote and posted on Constantine boards. You know you’re dying to read this.

As it turned out, both Anne and Stacy were glad they had decided to hang together. What a post-show night it would be!

Both were not really drinkers, and they’d gotten a bit more tipsy than they should have by the time Constantine had spotted them in the lounge.

“You girls enjoying yourselves?” he asked, staring sexily at Anne.

“No complaints,” Stacy grinned. “We got ditched by our guys, so we decided to have our own party.”

“Their loss,” Constantine said. “But I know a good party.”

Stacy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Where?”

“Upstairs. You, me and the lovely Mrs. Christensen here.”

Anne looked at him, startled. “You couldn’t find anyone else with that army of women out there?”

“Not really,” he said huskily. “So you girls want to go?”

“What the hell,” Stacy said, grinning at her friend. “Zan and Billy are probably in one of their stupid poker games and piss ass drunk anyway.”

He grabbed Anne by the hand. “Well, come on, then.”

Anne knew exactly what he had in mind, but couldn’t say anything to Stacy then.

When they got to the room–more like a suite–Stacy was awed by it and sat on the expensive leather couch. Neither she nor Anne had never sat in so much comfort. After a few minutes of relaxing on the couch, Constantine had come over and sat in the middle of the couch beside Stacy as Anne used the bathroom.

“Anne drinks too much,” Stacy had giggled in her tipsy haze.

Soon after that, Anne came out.

“So what do you think?” she said, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a sexy wink. “Now you have me and Stacy together. Think you can still handle this, Greek boy?”

“My God, you are still sexy,” he blurted out. Long ago, she had accepted the behavior of the average horny male, and she loved the kinky side of him. As long as it wasn’t TOO weird nor painful, she was for it.

“What about me?” Stacy said with a mock whine and leaned over and kissed him a few times on the neck and cheek.

“Come on, Stace,” Anne said, “Let me have my fun.”

Having said that, she pulled out a deck of cards from her bag, a game she had normally played with Zander. Anne then sat in the middle of the room and Stacy had joined her, instructing Constantine to do the same. They were now sitting in a circle around a deck of cards. “Let’s start the action with a little game.”

“Now what the deal is,” Anne said, staring into his eyes, “is that we each draw a card, and then whoever has the highest card is in command. Whoever gets the lowest card gets to be the slave, and the person who gets the middle card just gets to enjoy the night without obligation to anyone.”

She cut the deck in a very specific way. Constantine drew the first card and didn’t look to see what card he got. The two women drew in turn. All at once, they then showed their cards.

Constantine had gotten the highest card, but the girls seem really surprised that Stacy had gotten the lowest card. In a way, Anne was hoping she would instead. As far as she knew, Stacy had never done anything too nutty, much less a threesome.

“I guess I’m stuck as the slave,” Stacy said.

Anne had disappeared for a minute. When she had returned, she had a long scarf with her. She sat behind her friend and put it around Stacy’s neck, but not tight enough that Stacy would be injured or become too frightened.

“She is yours to command,” Anne said, handing Constantine the free end.

“All righty,” he said with a grin. “French kiss Anne, Stacy.”

The two of them looked at each other and hesitated for a second, but Stacy moved in closer. Stacy’s hands lightly held Anne on her neck and pressed her lips against hers.

Anne’s tongue started to probe her friend’s mouth as Stacy went in for the kill. Their eyes were closed and they seemed to be enjoying the kiss despite the initial reluctance. Constantine started to get excited at the sight of the two of them.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, they separated. Stacy came and sat at his feet, awaiting his next command. Constantine’s cock was tingling at the possibilities.

“Stacy, I want you to undress,” he commanded.

She stood up facing him and slipped the straps of her slip fall off her shoulders and she was now standing naked in front of him. She returned to her position at his feet.

Anne came and sat beside Constantine on the leather couch and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She lifted her arms and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it.

“Stacy, suck Anne’s tits,” he commanded.

Stacy crawled up to Anne and engulfed Anne’s superb tits, massaging one in her mouth and the other with her hand. Anne was in ecstasy; it turned out that Stacy was a master of sucking tits–and she‘d thought Zan and Constantine had been great!

Anne looked over to him with pure lust in her eyes. Her hands reached over to his pants and unzipped them. Her hands wrapped around Constantine’s dick and started pump. Anne was close to orgasm; her face was flush and she was breathing hard. She was now pumping his cock with a furious force.

Suddenly, she stopped giving him a hand job and bent over and started sucking him instead. Stacy was having a hard time keeping her mouth on Anne’s tits.

“Stacy, help your friend,” he commanded, feeling ecstasy.

Stacy stopped sucking Anne’s tit and turned to his cock. Now he had both women sucking his rod with a determination that had never been seen. They both looked really turned on to be sharing a cock. It wasn’t long before he blew his load on the two of them.

Constantine just couldn’t believe what had happened. He had two of what he thought of the hottest women on the tour suck him and he got to blow his load on them. They just sat there in front of him with their tits glistening with his cum.

They took a break for awhile, before Anne started to tease him again. He wasn’t sure where the half-shy woman from the year before had gone, but he was certainly grateful for this “new” Anne.

He was hard within minutes. But as much as he wanted to fuck the shit out of Anne, he didn’t mind getting a turn at Stacy first. She was the “slave”, after all.

“Stacy,” he said. “Come here and lay on the bed.”

Stacy climbed up onto the bed, where he tied her hands to the bed in spite of her protests.

“Quiet, slave,” he commanded.

Anne was now very interested in what was unfolding in front of her. She took a better place on the couch where she could watch them.

Billy would have had an aneurysm for sure if he knew Stacy was tied up and about to get fucked by the guy Billy himself was jealous of!, Anne had thought, amused.

Constantine and Stacy certainly didn’t waste any time getting down to `business.’

“Oh… oh… oh… oh… ohhhhh yes… ohhhhhhhhhh God, FUCK ME!” she cried out as his cock plunged into her slammed in and out as her long blond mane flew everywhere over the bed.

Meanwhile, Anne lay back on the sofa, not taking her eyes off Constantine and Stacy, and began rubbing the clit of her own drenched cunt as she watched Stacy getting fucked harder, with cries of one orgasm after another escaping her lips.

“Deeper,” Stacy panted to him, not caring if she had abandoned her ’slave’ status for a moment. “Fuck deeper! Oh yes! YES!”

He happily complied, shoving his cock deeper inside her as each thrust made her huge tits bounce up and down and both of them grunting and sighing in unison during their sexual tryst.

He motioned Anne over, not missing a stroke in and out of Stacy‘s snatch.

“Spread your legs over Stacy,” he sighed before Stacy dove her head between them. Stacy wasted no time tongue fucking her in time to the cock slamming in and out of her own pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Stace!” she cried out. “That’s so good!”

Apparently seeing Stacy’s hot mouth working on Anne’s slit had turned him on even more, as he began to speed up the fucking he had been giving her even more. Her muffled cries of orgasm hummed against Anne’s pussy as she continued to work on her with her tongue inside Anne’s hole.

Anne’s own body began to quiver as she came, sending a flood of her own cunt juices all over Stacy’s face as she reached her own climax and Stacy begun to cum yet again from the force of Constantine’s cock.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” he finally called out after twenty minutes of them going at it like that. “I’m cumming, baby!”

He then let out an animalistic grunt, slamming several times into Stacy as he sprayed stream after stream of cum deep inside her while Anne reached down to finger her clit at the same time, sending Stacy into possibly the hardest orgasm Anne had ever seen anyone have.

Spent after he’d cum, Constantine slowly pulled his limp cock out of her, collapsing on the bed, and Stacy sighed with satisfaction as they untied her.

“Jesus, Anne, you didn’t tell me he was this fucking good!” she called out happily.

He smiled back and ordered Stacy to now get Anne off.

Stacy complied, turning to Anne. Time to give our Idol a show, Anne thought.

Anne went back into a lying position, spreading her legs and rubbing her clit some more before Stacy put her head between her milky, thick thighs and suctioning Anne’s own wet cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” she moaned as Stacy drove her tongue deeper inside Anne. “That’s it baby, right there!”

Anne looked out of the corner of her eye as Stacy ate her and saw Constantine, obviously very turned on with what the two women were doing, stroking his hard-again cock.

Seeing him so hard and horny turned her on even more as Stacy slid two fingers of one hand inside of her while the other played with Anne’s tits.

“Yeah, yeah , yeah baby, fuck! Fuck me!” Anne cried out in encouragement.

Anne’s cunt and body tightened; she was about to cum. Within minutes of Stacy working her fingers even deeper inside her as she ate Anne’s pussy, she quivered and soaked Stacy’s tongue and lips with her orgasm.

“Stacyyyyyyyyyy,” she called, “I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmming! Fuck me, baby!”

As she continued to cum, Stacy worked on both lapping up every drop of her climax and nibbled her clit as Constantine stroked his dick even more, no doubt aching to get in on the action himself. But Anne was Stacy’s for the moment.

Her body then began to relax, the familiar sign that she had indeed cum and was very satisfied with the performance Stacy had given her. Anne then fingered Stacy for a bit, licked her index finger in front of both her and the now very- horny Constantine, tasting Stacy’s sweet cunt on it.

By this time, he had gotten up and, still jacking his huge pole, went to get behind Stacy and attempted to push her back and enter her again. His attempt at fucking Stacy was blocked when she suddenly closed her legs and constricted her pussy shut.

Fuck being the slave, Stacy thought. She wanted to see him take Anne. Or Anne take him. Whatever.

Now.

They had pretty much abandoned that ’slave’ game now anyway.

As if she knew what Stacy had been thinking, Anne had pulled him over and devoured his cock in one gulp.

“Fuck!” he called out. “Yeah, love…suck that cock!”

Stacy began rubbing her own slit as she watched Anne take down every inch of his hard meat, her head bobbing wildly as she sucked him.

“Oh yeah, suck it, work that dick…suck it…damn, you know how to suck a cock!”

There was no question that Anne had been loving taking down his throbbing prick now, but then she had popped his dick out of her mouth and licked her lips.

“You feel so good in my mouth, baby, but I can’t keep this nice hard dick to myself,” she smiled, looking over at Stacy. Stacy knew then Anne wanted her to join in on getting him off orally again.

Stacy went over beside Anne, taking his cock in her own mouth and sucking him as Anne licked his balls and fingered his ass. In the throes of ecstasy, he began bucking his hips above them as they both worked his cock and balls over.

They then switched as Anne licked his shaft and balls while his tool bobbed in and out of Stacy’s hot mouth, both stopping only to deeply kiss in between taking turns of sucking his cock.

“Ohhhhhh God,” he groaned. “That’s it…work that cock. Both of you suck me…suck that cock, you nymphos!”

They happily complied, still going back and forth between his cock and nutsack as he face fucked them during each turn at his excited member, thrusting even harder into Stacy’s mouth as his cum worked his way up into his cock.

“Who wants it?” he panted as he was about to cum. “Who wants to take down my cum?”

Stacy then guided his dick into Anne’s own mouth, where he shot off the first loads of hot seed that Anne swallowed every drop of before passing his cock back to Stacy, who swallowed down the remaining seed that streamed from his prick until the last drop of cum escaped from him.

“Damn…” he grinned as he pulled out of Stacy’s mouth when he finally finished. “You two are something else!”

“Well, you certainly weren’t complaining,” they teased back as Stacy licked the last drops of his load from her lips before kissing Anne again, their tongues entwining.

“Mmmmm…I loved that. Your guys are some lucky bastards, I’ll say that.”

“Ha! I don’t think Billy ever got the memo!” Stacy quipped.

Wasn’t that just the greatest writing in the history of the universe? And I am SURE you are ALL thrilled that there’s a part three. As I said in part one, I couldn’t unleash this entire, magnificent tale on you all in one hit because it’s too glorious to take in one go.

You’re welcome.