"Are those hooves?" the young woman asked the stranger.
^^^ Ten days before^^^
Marty pulled into his driveway, parked his bicycle, and unstrapped two pizzas from a rack. The thirty-three-year-old entered the front door of a small bungalow house and shouted, "Dinner!"
The front door opened into the living room. The room was decorated in the style of second-hand chic. The shabby furniture came from The Salvation Army or it was rescued off the street from people who were throwing it away.
Nothing matched.
The unifying element that defined the room was clutter. There were dirty dishes, trash, and empty beer cans everywhere.
"Do you have a Hawaiian?" Annie asked.
"Yes. With ham and bacon. Just like you like it," Marty said. He placed it on the wobbly coffee table in front of the sofa. The skinny blonde sat up, smiled, and opened the box. She hollered, "Timmy, get paper plates and napkins."
A short, bespectacled guy went into the kitchen to get plastic utensils and other stuff.
"Is the other pepperoni?" the black guy asked.
"You know it," Marty said.
The motley crew of Millenials chowed down with little conversation; music blasted out of large speakers.
As soon as Marty finished eating, he rolled a joint. They all smoked. It took two fat ones for them to forget about their crummy lives, dead-end jobs, and the squalor they lived in.
Annie got up to pee. When she returned, she stopped by the front door. The previous owner had put up a dog-themed rack where people could hang their keys. There were five hooks below the pictures of dogs. The last image was of a doghouse, and it said, 'You're in the doghouse'.
She moved her keys out of the doghouse and put them under the 'Momma' dog picture. It was her way of telling the guys, 'I'm not on my period. I'm available for sex.'
Marty saw her move her keys and said, "Great. Babe, come here. I'm horny."
She stripped. It was easy since she was barefoot, braless, and pantiless. She only had to deal with two articles of clothing: a top and a skirt. She'd left her underwear in the bathroom, knowing someone would want to fuck her after five days of abstinence.
The twenty-nine-year-old pulled her top off and exposed her perky little tits. She shimmied out of her skirt and revealed a blonde bush. Her pubes were slightly darker than the hair on her head.
Her breasts were small. God compensated her by giving her long, slender legs and a nice ass.
Annie was nonchalant about nudity and sex. She was a former crack whore. She ran away from home when she was eighteen because her mother's boyfriend demanded she sleep with him.
She left a bad situation and fell into an abysmal life on the street. She got hooked on drugs. Every day at least one man beat her: a crazy, drunk, or angry customer or her pimp.
She was arrested for prostitution.
It was the best thing that happened to her. The judge sent her to a rehab program. There she met Marty. A DUI had put him in the program. She got off crack and moved in with Marty when they completed the program.
Annie worked part-time at a pet store for fun. She got free room and board at Marty's place. The deal was she'd stay off hard drugs, have sex with her three male roommates, and clean the house.
She was good at the first two requirements. No one had high expectations for the third.
She accepted the deal because it was an improvement over the arrangement she had with her pimp. Instead of being with ten to twenty guys a day, at most, she was with three. Another plus was there was no violence, and she could take time off for her period.
Annie swayed and danced to the music. She worked her way to Marty, removed his pants, knelt by the sofa, and sucked his dick.
Marty looked like your typical 'stoner'. He was unkempt; he needed a shave and a haircut. His eyes were always red. He was more than slim. He was skinny because he'd rather smoke dope than eat, sleep, or exercise.
The thirty-three-year-old manchild had barely graduated high school. He got his first job at age sixteen as a pizza maker. Today, he still made pizzas. He had no ambition. All he wanted to do was get high on marijuana.
He'd be homeless if when his Uncle died, he didn't inherit this small six-room house. The bungalow had a loft upstairs. There were two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a family room downstairs.
The house had a detached garage where Marty's beat-up car was parked. After his DUI, he stopped driving his vehicle because he could not afford insurance.
Timmy lived in the cramped, low-ceiling loft. Buck and Marty had a bedroom. Annie rotated, sleeping with one of the guys.
Timmy watched his friend getting a BJ and smoked.
Buck, the black guy, stood, removed his tee shirt, and came over to the sofa. He said, "Annie, get on your hands and knees and I'll lick your pussy."
Annie pulled off Marty. Buck lay on the floor. She straddled the black guy's head, placed her snatch on his face, and resumed blowing the pizza maker.
Marty reached out and tweaked her little nipples.
Smoke curled and rose to the ceiling from Timmy's joint.
Moans, groans, and sighs came from the threesome by the sofa.
Buck crawled out from under Annie when she was thoroughly wet. He shoved his ample dick into her vagina and fucked her from behind.
It was a savage attack.
She took it like the pro she used to be and didn't for a second neglect Marty.
"OH!" Buck cried out as he came. His dick wilted. He withdrew and sat on the floor for a few seconds to rest. Then got up to get a beer.
Annie looked Timmy in the eyes and flicked hers toward her backside.
Timmy got the gist. She was offering him a turn. He shook his head.
"Timmy, you're passing on Annie's sweet pussy?" Marty teased the shy younger dude.
He laughed at him and slid off the sofa. Annie rested her forearms on the sofa while Marty circled her and shoved his cock into her soiled hole.
He wasn't as rough as Buck. He gave her a good solid fucking. The pair screamed and came.
Marty collapsed and sat beside her. The couple enjoyed their blissful feelings.
Buck watched his friends have sex. He saw their big finale: the simultaneous orgasms.
After giving them time to compose themselves, Buck said, "Marty, the only reason you got Annie to cum was because I laid the groundwork. I gave her oral, and then my BBD worked its magic."
Annie laughed.
Marty snorted and said, "What big black dick? Your cock is the same size as mine. Right, Annie?"
"You both have nice dicks," she said. "My pimp, he had a weapon between his legs. Eight inches and as thick as my arm. The girls and I called it the 'Punisher'. Even when he wasn't mad at you, that BBD pommelled your pussy and left you dazed and sore."
Annie looked at the third man in the room and said, "Timmy, if you want some, can we do it now? I don't want to clean up twice."
The shy man looked at her and nodded.
