Chapter 2: Ana Takes the Plunge
That night Ana lay awake, unable to sleep. She was scared, scared of what she was becoming.
Since first witnessing the Harris family making love a week ago, Ana thought of almost nothing but sex. She enjoyed sex and had no problems or hang ups about it, but it didn't consume her life. And over the course of this past week that's what sex had been doing to her. She thought about it constantly. She patrolled the house, hoping to catch the Harrises going at it. Watching television in her room, she found that she wasn't paying attention to what was on the tube, but was thinking about sex.
She figured that there were three ways this would play out. One, she would turn into a sex-addled maniac. Two, she would come out of this hyper-sexed state and return to normal once the novelty wore off. Or three, she would have to quit her job.
She didn't want to quit. Not only was the money great and the work light, but she liked the Harrises. It wasn't just the sex; they were nice people and good bosses. Not stuck up or condescending like so many of the rich people whose homes she had cleaned.
Then she thought that maybe her problem was that watching all that sex was getting her worked up, but she wasn't getting the right kind of release. Masturbation was fine, but it wasn't the same thing as flesh on flesh, that surrendering of control to another person. When she touched herself, she was in control, able to bring herself to orgasm or prolong it as she wished. But with another person, you were never in total control, and that made all the difference. It wasn't planned or mechanical; it was uncertain and very human. That made it more exciting.
But she knew that she couldn't very well just dive into bed with all five Harrises. That would be too much too quickly. She wouldn't know what to do, and while that dom-sub play was fun to watch, she wasn't sure if she'd enjoy actually doing it, like that time her boyfriend and she had tried anal sex. Sometimes the idea of doing something is more enjoyable than actually doing it, especially when you don't know how to do it right.
So no group sex and no dom-sub stuff, at least not to start. Maybe she could invite Tanya back to her bedroom. The cook had all but said that was willing to sleep with her, and it wouldn't be like fucking the boss. But she didn't know the first thing about pleasuring a woman. And face it, while she was open to the idea of sex with a woman, she wasn't naturally inclined in that direction. She was firmly in the attracted-to-men camp. So no Tanya. And that also meant she wouldn't be hitting on Mrs. Harris or Amanda, at least not at first.
That left Mr. H and Ryan. Both were hot. But Mr. H was the boss and married, and despite all that she had seen there was still the irrational notion floating around her brain that she would get fired if she fucked the boss. Ryan was closer in age—his eighteen to her twenty-seven—unattached, and less intimidating.
So she resolved to pay a visit to Ryan's room the next night. And with that, she drifted off to a sleep filled with dreams of being fucked by a couple of manly Harris studs.
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The next day the Harrises were all out, so Ana had the house to herself. Tanya was there, and they chatted a bit over coffee, but Ana couldn't bring herself to tell the cook of her resolution. What if she chickened out and couldn't go through with it? Eventually, though, Tanya needed to go grocery shopping and begin to prepare dinner, so Ana left her alone. She tried to watch television in her room, but found she wasn't paying attention.
What was wrong with her? It was just sex with a guy. She hadn't been this worked up over sex since high school. She wandered the house again, and found that Ryan had just returned. He was walking down the hall to his bedroom when Ana saw him.
Ana almost let him pass before saying anything.
"Ryan?"
"Yeah."
"I was wondering..." She found she just couldn't say it.
"What is it, Ana?" asked Michael when it was clear that she wasn't going to speak.
"I was wondering if you, if you wanted to sleep with me."
"Oh, yeah. Of course. I've wanted to sleep with you since I first saw you. I would have asked, except Mom said to let you join us in your own time."
A wave of relief swept over Ana. "Well come on, then. Let's go back to my room," she said, taking his hand and leading him back to her apartment. Ryan followed happily.
Once in the apartment, she closed the door and leaned against it. She didn't think any of the other family members would come into her room, but she didn't want to give the appearance of inviting them in. For this first time she wanted it to just be Ryan.
She looked into Ryan's eyes, and the boy took the hint. He leaned in, and they began kissing. It was almost chaste at first, just a brushing of their lips together. Then he pressed a bit more firmly, and she opened her lips just a bit. His tongue swept across her lips, not quite entering her mouth. Then unable to stand the teasing anymore, Ana grabbed his head and pulled him hard into her, plunging her own tongue into his mouth and wrapping one leg around his body, pinning herself between the door and his body.
Ryan's mouth was sweet, and he was a good kisser. As they kissed, Ana could feel him growing hard against her belly.
She broke the kiss, pushed him away, and began unbuttoning her blouse. Again Ryan took the hint and enthusiastically shed his clothes. As soon as the two were naked, Ana threw herself into Ryan's arms. He swept her up, carried her into the bedroom, and deposited her on the bed, throwing himself down next to her.
From there the pair took it more slowly. They started kissing again, more gently but still insistently, as their hands explored each other's body. Ana shivered at the feel of his hard body. It was so good to feel a naked man next to her. It had been weeks. She let the back of her hand brush against his semi-hard cock. Then she took it in hand, and gently started to rub it into hardness. It grew to full length, almost eight inches and nicely thick. His mother was right, this was indeed a very nice cock.
For his part, Ryan ran his hands over her breasts, circling the nipples with his finger. That felt delightful to Ana. Then his hand drifted south, gently caressing her belly before finding its way to her sex, which was already glistening with a hint of wetness.
The pair stayed locked in embrace. Ryan broke the kiss for a while to suck on Ana's nipples, before returning his attention to her mouth. Ana did the same for him, noticing that he shivered as she flicked her tongue across his nipples. Evidently, he liked it.
The eighteen-year-old's inexperience, or perhaps it was his experience as a sub to his mom and sister, showed. He didn't move to the next level. Ana was used to the guy taking charge during sex, but she suddenly realized that she was almost ten years older than the boy and that she would have to take the initiative. She already had his cock in her hand, so she positioned it at the opening to her vagina, rubbing the head back and forth along her lips to lubricate it with her juices. Ryan took the hint and pushed forward, entering her.
Ana gasped. She wasn't used to anything this big. The teen stopped, fearing that he had hurt her.
He hadn't. Ana grabbed his buttocks and pressed him closer, forcing him further inside. He slipped into her sheath fully, down to the hilt. Ana marveled at the fullness. Just having him all the way inside her was a pleasure. Then he started sliding in and out, and Ana experienced a pleasure that she had never felt before. Ryan's cock wasn't so big that it was uncomfortable having him inside her, but it was big enough that it stimulated her clit with each stroke. No other man she had been with had done that for her. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and let him rock her to orgasm. It was a pleasant journey that took a while, but the pleasure slowly mounted with each stroke until after some ten minutes she could take it no longer. Pleasure like burning fire stabbed through her with every stroke, then she went over the edge.
The pain of the pleasure became unbearable. She shoved Ryan away from her, unable to be touched down there, and convulsed as her orgasm rocked her. Usually Ana liked to touch herself throughout the orgasm, maintaining the stimulation until she was done, but she couldn't touch herself now. She tried to touch her nipples, but they were too sensitive as well, as if a wire ran from her clit to her nipples and then straight into the reptilian pleasure-center of her brain.
