This is the continuation of Annie’s Addiction. I got a lot of positive feedback and requests to continue Annie’s exploration of her newfound addiction to cocks and how they can make her feel. I hope you like it and I welcome your thoughts.

I can’t believe it was only two weeks ago that I experienced my first real cock, and what a cock it was. If you are interested, read about it in Annie’s Addiction. After that fateful night, I vowed to learn as much as I could about the allusive cock and what they could do to me and for me. And learn I did. These past couple of weeks have been quite a learning experience. I learned three important lessons. One, the big muscular guy in my Chemistry class did NOT have as large a cock as I thought a guy that size would have. Two, the black guy on the floor above me in my dorm taught me that not all black guys have large cocks. Three, when you are a relatively attractive woman in college, you don’t have to try very hard to get cock. That third lesson is by far the most important one that I learned, LOL. It is also the lesson which started me on a path to see just how many cocks I could sample. My goal in three words, ALL OF THEM.

I know I can’t try all of them, LOL. But a girl can dream. Can’t she? And right now, I am dreaming about that hunky blonde guy across the bar at a table with his two friends. Well, to be completely honest, I am dreaming about the guy AND his two friends. My GOD, did I just think that??? Could I do that? Would I do that? Hmmm, these are all good questions. I guess the only way to find out is to try. “There is no try, only do or do not...” Get out of my head Yoda!!! Looking down at my 36DDs, which are looking amazing in this top, while being pushed up and out by and equally amazing bra, I think, “Yes, the force is DEFINITELY with me.”

As I walk over to my possible party of three, I wonder if I can actually go through with this. How does one go about asking a group of guys if they want to share me like an order of hot wings? Ouch, probably not a good analogy. I can only imagine the burn if I got hot sauce in my cootchie. Although, I wonder how a cock would taste with some tasty Buffalo sauce on it? Stop thinking Annie!!! Keep your mind on the prize ... prizes ... three cocks, no waiting...

The hunky guy that I have been trading glances with for the last half hour, is watching me like a hawk, the whole way over. His knowing grin has me a bit distracted. He clearly is a guy that has never had a problem picking up girls, and this is definitely not the first time a girl has made the first move and approached him. That fucking grin is sort of pissing me off a little and is probably what makes me change my approach tactic and lean into a very possibly disastrous course of action.

“Hi, I’m Annie, the girl you are going home with tonight,” I say, as I throw my hand out for him to shake. He stands there stunned, looking from my hand to my face and back down to my hand. I smile to myself, that I am able to throw him off his stud game.

Finally, he is able to recover his composure, and he takes my hand, telling me, “Nice to meet you. I am James, the guy that is going to rock your world.”

“DAMN, I love and hate this guy’s confidence,” I think to myself, as I smile and jump up on the empty stool at their table. As I mount the stool, I ensure that my short skirt flips up just enough that the guys across from me can easily see the tops of my thigh high stockings and the straps of my black lace garter.

James introduces his two friends, Dave and Charles, then the three of them spend about 15 minutes telling my boobs all about themselves and what they are majoring in. I guess it’s my own fault. I did dress with the intent of presenting them, so to speak. Of the three of them, Charles is by far the most obvious about staring at my chest. Of course, as I start thinking more about them staring at my tits, the more I am getting excited about it. My nipples respond in the way they always do. I actually see Charles’ eyes get wide with surprise, as my nipples get VERY hard and VERY big in my tight top.

Addressing the elephant in the room, I tell them all, “If you think they look big now, just wait until you see them with my bra off.” The looks on their faces are priceless. I can see that I have shocked them, and that they are a little embarrassed, feeling like they got busted (yes, pun intended) staring at my tits. I can also see that they are clearly intrigued that I may seriously be offering to show them my girls.

I wish I could blame my brazen slutiness on too much alcohol, but honestly, I had been milking the same beer for quite a while. So, I am damn near stone cold sober, when I clarify, “Yes, you can see ... you can feel them even ... if you are interested...” Deciding to go all in, I elaborate, “We can sit here all night and you can spend a lot of money buying me drinks, hoping ONE of you can take me home, or we can all just leave now and go someplace private, where ALL of you can help me fulfill a fantasy...”

Obviously shocked, James asks, “Seriously??? All of us??? Right now???”

Running my hand up to cup my left breast and tease the obviously hard nipple with my finger and thump, I ask them, “Do these nipples look like they lie?” Then I tell them, “The offers on the table ... Take it now or I start looking for another attractive group of guys ... The night is still young...”

They are falling all over themselves grabbing their coats, as James goes to the bar to settle the bill. I am not gonna lie, I am unsteady on my heels as I walk between Charles and Dave to the door. Seeing me teetering on my heels, they each reach an arm around me and hold me steady. I would say that this is a gentlemanly gesture, if each of them isn’t “accidentally” crowding my boobs.

As the cool outside air hits my VERY hot and flushed face, I wonder, “What the FUCK are you doing Annie????” My fight or flight response is kicking in HARD. The hands now cupping each of my boobs, makes flight seem unlikely, and the size of these three men makes fighting equally unlikely. I realize that this expression is not complete as most people know it. I realize that for me it is fight or flight or fuck ... and fuck sounds soooooo much better than the other two options.

We stop at the corner of the building and wait for James to catch up. I notice that there is an alley between the bar building and the one next door. I think it is one of those touristy gift shops. Well, who really cares? It is the dark scary alley that really interests me. On a whim, I suggest, “You know, we don’t have to go all the way to your house, when we have such a nice, secluded alley right here,” I say as I point down the alley.

They all look at each other and the grins are infectious. Each clearly likes the idea of getting down to some nasty business right away. I think my feet actually lift off the ground as they whisk me into the darkness. I actually think those words “whisked into the darkness”. I am wondering if this is merely descriptive or metaphorical. Then I realize, “Who fucking cares?”

To be honest, it is not completely black here in the alley. In fact, right above where we stop, there is a bare light beaming down on me. It makes me feel like I am a stripper on the main stage with a spotlight on me. Going with that vibe, I start to sway my hips, which swings my skirt around my exposed legs, very nicely. I run my hands over my body suggestively, dancing to music only I can hear. Yes, in my head I am picturing Jammie Lee Curtis dancing in “True Lies”. As if I could be half as sexy as she was.

I must be doing a pretty good job though, because I look up and see three sets of eyes wide open looking at me like they are starving, and I am a mouthwatering steak. Mmmm, I sure hope they eat me like they are starving ... To increase their appetite, I teasingly grab the hem of my top and shimmy it up my tight stomach, giving them repeated underboob glimpses of my black lace bra. I love watching their eyes follow my top up and down ... up and down ... each time going just a little bit higher ... each time promising more and more black lace encased boobs. Then with a quick flip up of my arms, I pull my top all the way up, exposing my impressive rack. This would have been incredible sexy, if my head hadn’t gotten caught in my top, causing me to flail around blindly, trying to get the damn thing off.

Thank God none of them laughed out loud and they had the good sense to not be grinning like jackals, when I finally freed myself. Frustrated, I toss the top on the top of a closed dumpster. Trying to recover my dignity ... Can one be dignified while stripping for a group of guys in a dirty alley? Well, let’s assume one can ... So, to recover my dignity, I turn my back to them and make a sexy show of unbuttoning my skirt and slowly, seductively lowering the zipper. It must be working because I hear one of them say “Fuck YEAH,” when the back of my skirt opens, and the waist strap of my garter belt and the small triangle of my black lace thong reveal themselves. I wiggle my rather full round butt, as I peel the skirt open and over my hips. After letting it hang there for a moment, just flashing the nice visible gap between my thighs, I drop it, letting it fall to the dirty floor of the alley.

Spreading my legs, I bend at the waist to pick my skirt up. The cool air on my wet thong strap causes JOLTS of shivers to shoot from my rapidly swelling pussy lips and puckered butt hole STRAIGHT through my abdomen. “My GOD this is exciting. I could DEFINITELY get hooked on this feeling,” I think to myself. Then I think, “If this is what strippers feel when they are dancing for a crowd of guys, I definitely need to think about trying that.”

Turning around, I feel like my audience is getting antsy, so I suggest, “Maybe one of you can help me getting this bra off...” They actually shove each other as they each try to get to me first. James, clearly the Alpha of this pack of wolves, asserts his right, and pulls me towards him. He actually slams me against his chest, as he reaches around to unclasp my bra. My GOD his chest is hard and muscled and I may have leaked just a little right now, thinking about the sheer masculine dominance of this man taking what he wanted like that.

While I am slightly stunned and lost in my momentary lust filled moment of submission, he steps back and releases my bra. The straps slid down my arms and the cups almost POP off of my full tits. The feeling of the sudden cool air on my VERY hot and VERY sensitive nipples gives me electric shocks of pleasure, and if it is humanly possible, my nipples actually get harder and larger.

Crossing my arms under them, I cup each of my tits with my hands, and hold them up for my adoring audience. I tease my nipples with my thumbs, as I wink at them and ask, “Well, are you just going to stare, or would you rather feel them for yourself? Maybe see how they taste?” I ask as I raise my right tit up until I can suck the nipple into my mouth. Still looking at them, I bite my nipple and GASP, as I realize just how fucking great that feels right now, and how much I want to feel all of their hands and mouths and teeth on my tits and nipples.

Charles, my boobs biggest fan from earlier, decides to make the first move. Apparently he is a BIG fan of boobs in general and he DEFINITELY knows his way around a pair of tits. He is a blur as his hands and mouth move over my tits and sensitive nipples. He is doing this suck and blow and suck and BITE thing to my nipple that actually made me SCREAM out in pleasure. Yes, I actually came from him doing, whatever the FUCK that was, to my tits.

I must have been lost in what Charles doing because I don’t even remember James sliding my thong aside and slipping his fingers in my slippery pussy. He is full on finger fucking me, as he grabs my right hand and places it on his large and very exposed cock. “When did he get that out???” I wonder, just before I realize, “My GOD that thing is BIG ... It is such a hand full, I can’t touch my palm with my fingers.” I weigh it in my small hand and SQUEEZE around it. James must like this because he rewards me by fingering me faster and harder.

Through blurry eyes, I look over at poor Dave, who is hesitant to join the party. With my free hand, I reach out and give him a come-hither motion with my finger. He decides to come hither, LOL. I don’t even wait for him to get his head in the game, I reach for his zipper and fumble it down and clumsily reach in to release his hound. I am pleased with what I find in his pants. “That dog will DEFINITELY hunt,” I think as I pull his well above average cock out and stroke it to its fully hard size.