ANN'S BOY HUNGERby Brian Layer
CHAPTER ONE
Ann lame's body was pressed back into the plush leather seat as the twelve-cylinder engine revved and the Jaguar leaped forward. Her huge fits were flattened slightly against her chest from the acceleration and she felt the thrill of speed in her cunt. Under her skillful control, the sleek car turned up the ramp to the freeway. Ann refused to slow down even though the ramp was a tight, decreasing radius curve. The rear wheels began to slide to the side, and she listened to the squealing tires as she concentrated on the feeling of the cu's sideways movement. As the ramp straightened out and entered the freeway, Ann pressed the accelerator and the Jag tore forward.
It took ail her skill as a driver to negotiated the ramp at that speed and it set every nerve in her body on fire. Driving like that was Ann's secondfavorite thing in the whole world. Her first favorite was fucking and that's why she was in her car right now. She had been sitting around the house when the call came from Bill. He was home from college for the long weekend and wanted to see her. As soon as Ann heard his voice, her pussy began to drool There was no way that she could turn down a chance to get her hands on a firm young body like Bill's.
Ann was quite a bit older than Bill. In fact, she was old enough to be his mother. At thirty-six, she was celebrating her twentieth anniversary as a fucker. Bill was only nineteen. It seemed the older she got, the younger she liked her lovers to be. There was a time when she actually preferred older men, but that was only before she was twenty. Since then, the kids she saw playing in the streets and in the playgrounds started her body longing for the young cocks that they carried in their jeans. She had been responsible for initiating a number of kids into the world of sex and she was happy to be providing that service.
Ann felt good when she was behind the wheel and racing to a meeting with a young stud. Her blonde hair flew in the rushing breeze and the vibration of the road set her tits quivering. She had had a beautiful set of jugs since she was thirteen and since that time they have remained in excellent condition. The years had caused them to sag only the tiniest bit, and Ann liked the slight sag; it madethem look heavier, she thought. The globes were decorated with pink areolas the size of doughnuts and the nipples could always be seen pushing against the tight fabric that she wore over them. She wore a very short mini-skin, and the smooth leather of the car seat felt cool and nice on her bare thighs. A moist odor rose from under her skirt and was blown away by the rushing air that blew through the open windows of the car, but every once in a while, she got a whiff of the pungent smell of her hot cunt juice as it seeped out of her box and wet her inner thighs.
Her exit came up, and she maneuvered the Jag through the lines of traffic smoothly, taking the exit ramp with the same ease that she did everything else.
In a minute, she was in front of Bill's house. Bill must have been watching for her because as soon as the horn sounded, he came dashing out the door and ran to the car. He slid in beside her and leaned towards her, kissing her and squeezing her lit in one motion.
"Nice seeing you again, baby," she said as she gunned the engine. She couldn't wait until she was on the freeway again, and in fifth gear, so she would have a free hand.
"Nice seeing you, too," Bill said, and continued to massage her heaving tits.
While she drove, he kissed her neck and stuck his tongue in her ear. She tried to stop him from sticking his hand up her skirt because it would be impossible for her to drive with his fingers in her cunt. It had been a whole day since the last time she had any cock, so she was tremendously horny. They were on their way back to her place, but Ann didn't think she could wait that long.
Bill kept creeping under her mini and up her thighs. Finally, Ann swung the Jag to the right-hand lane and took the next exit. As soon as she could, she. pulled into a parking lot and stopped. With trembling fingers, she grappled with Bill's belt buckle and zipper. He was surprised to find her acting so wild right in a parking lot.
"Come on," she said. "You couldn't keep your hands off me when I was driving, now let's go.
His stiff cock flew from his pants when she freed it and Ann marveled at it. She had forgotten how big and beautiful it was. Without taking her eyes from the thing, she threw her legs up at him and leaned back on the door of the, car. Pulling her soaking panties off and spreading her legs, she urged Bill to lunge at her cunt.
Bill looked at the treasure that she was offering him. Under the hem of her skirt, he could see the hairy triangle of her pussy patch. The juicy lips of her cunt were spread, and the pink lining 'was glistening with her slick cream. The bottoms of her ass-cheeks. peeked out at him from beneath the wet mess of hair and reminded him of two white melons. The fragrance of her hot crotch rose and filled the car with its perfume.
Bill leaned his body over hers. The emergency brake dug into his thighs and there wasn't enough room for him to straighten his knees, but those were minor problems when the rewards were so great. Their lips met and they both opened their mouths. Two wet tongues intertwined and they drank each other's saliva. Ann grabbed his cock and could have taken his pulse by counting the violent twitches that were surging through it. Guiding the fat prick to her starving cunt, she inserted the bloated head between the outer lips and Bill did the rest.
He lowered his hips, forcing the pole up her twat cave. The hiss of her breath sucked suddenly between her, teeth told Bill that she was thrilled by the presence of his dong in her snatch. The head of the huge thing was touching the opening of her uterus and there wasn't a bit of cunt that wasn't full of cock-meat.
Bill grabbed a tit in each of his hands and squeezed. The spongy flesh compressed between his fingers and the nipples pressed into the sweaty palms of his hands. He began moving his hips back and forth, driving his flaming rod in and out of that oozing tunnel. Ann was using the muscles in her twat to grab his cock tightly with every thrust. Although he'd never tried it, Bill imagined that an automatic milking machine would feel very much like Ann's well-trained cunt. Their hips picked up
the rhythm and they moved in opposite directions with every thrust. Bill's balls swung wildly and crashed into the soft melons of Ann's ass.
"Oh, hick me, baby, fuck me," Ann moaned into his ear. "It's so good. Ah! Ab! Ohhh!""I'm going to c-come!" Bill gasped.
Ann felt hot charges of cum shooting into her. The white stuff that gushed from his rod filled her pussy and triggered her own climax. With her eyes tightly closed, Ann saw a sunburst in her mind as pure pleasure slithered through her body from her tingling cunt. Her mouth hung open and a wail of ecstasy filled the small car. Her body shook all over as she lost control of her muscles in the heat of a powerful orgasm.
When the pleasure subsided and her mind cleared, she became aware of her peculiar situation. She was lying under Bill's heavy body in her car in some parking lot that she had never even seen before. She felt his prick lying in her box. It was' no longer stiff but it still filled her and felt fine. Slowly it was shrinking to a soft handful of limp flesh.
Ann pushed Bill away from her and straightened up in her seat. As she reached for the ignition, she noticed an old man and woman with a cart full of groceries standing in front of the car, staring at them. They were holding onto each other and they had a shocked expression on their old faces. Ann and Bill smiled as they realized that their fuck hadgiven these old folks a good show. As the sports car zoomed by them, Ann waved a friendly good-bye to the old couple and hoped that the action they saw would give them the energy to have a go at it themselves when they got home.
Since they usually fucked more than a mere one time, Ann and Bill decided to go to Ann's apartment and continue their lascivious, pursuits. On the way, they talked about the time when they first met.
It was at a bar that was frequented by teenagers. Ann was there, cruising the young guys, and when she saw Bill, she was instantly attracted to him. His slim body and long, curly hair made her heart pound with sexual need. He was surprised when she asked him to dance. It was unusual to see a woman her age in the place, but she was so gorgeous that he was eager to get to know her. They didn't even finish the dance. After she bopped him a few times with her swinging tits, they danced right out into the parking lot and hopped into his back seat. They had a good laugh about it now, and Bill was still a little embarrassed when Ann reminded him how he had stared at her mammoth tits the first time he had seen them.
Once they arrived at Ann's place, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Ann suggested that they both take a shower to clean the residue of the last fuck from their .bodies before going at it again. They stripped and Ann turned on the water.

Bill followed her into the bathroom, his eyes glued to the round, firm and fully packed cheeks of her ass as they bounced gently with her every step. The deep crack between those mounds made Bill long to bury his face in their warmth.
It was sort of crowded in the shower with Bill's hard-on, but they managed to make the best of it. First, Ann scrubbed Bill's back and did an especially good job on his ass. She soaped his chest and belly, then wrapped her soapy hands mound his thick shaft. She washed the entire length of it carefully, so he wouldn't get too excited too soon. His bails were next, and they received the same tender scrubbing as the rest of him. When he was perfectly clean, Ann handed the soap to him.
Bill didn't know where to start, so he started at the top. He rubbed the bar of soap. over her neck and shoulders, raising a thick lather. Then he turned her around to do het back; he was saving the best parts for later. Her back was smooth and delicate. As he ran his hands over the skin, his prick, still hard, poked her soft ass. When he had scrubbed her from shoulders to waist, he turned her around so she was facing him again. The idea of washing those protruding fits made his cock even harder and the knob blew up like a balloon.
Bill began by rubbing her chest above the boobs and then, slowly, rubbed his way down to them. The hardness of her upper chest changed to softness as his hands descended to the cushioned tits. The jellied masses quivered and slipped around under his slippery hands. As he passed the bar from one tit to the other, her breasts were soon covered with white foam. Bill put the soap down and rubbed the swaying jugs with his bare hands. He lifted them and massaged7 the undersides of the heavy mounds, then let them slip from his palms and take their natural position on her chest where they quivered for a second before coming to rest again.
The nipples were soft, so Bill put his fingertips on them and held them firmly, twisting slightly. The pink flesh gathered into tight, puckered knobs right in his grip. Her tits took on a slightly different shape as the skin was drawn to the puckering nipples.
Bill continued down her belly. He skimmed the bar of soap over the area between her slightly sagging tits and the top of her beaver. With his index finger, he cleaned out her belly button. Before getting into the really good part, he washed her long, slender arms.
His breath became deeper as he began washing her delicious pussy. He soaped it up, then put the bar away and rubbed with his hand and fingers. With the tip of his fingers, he scrubbed the curly hair and then, more carefully, he slipped his fingers in the long slit and washed the interior up to the inner lips. As Bill's fingers moved over the bud of her clitoris, he felt a shiver run through Ann. He noticed that the soapy water was being diluted by the juice that seeped from the crack. How was he going to get her completely clean if she continued to secrete the slimy lubricant?  He didn't want to move on too soon, and Ann seemed to be in no particular hurry, so he kept moving his finger around in the soap-filled gash. From the back to the front, on her cut and over the irregular ridge of her inner lips, his stroking fingers traveled. Bill put his other hand around her waist and pulled her fat tits to his hard, muscled chest. Their mouths met in a deep kiss. Ann had really meant to take a shower with this stud first, and then fuck again, but, after all, she was getting her cunt washed, so why shouldn't she give him a little kiss now?  Before long, Ann had to admit to herself that the shower idea had gotten out of hand. If he tried to stop washing her pussy now, she would kill him.
She was going to come, there was no stopping now. Bill knew that she was on her way by the rising and falling of her tits as her breathing became bard and fast. He liked the idea of holding her in his strong arm while she squirmed in the grip of an orgasm. She was making those desperate sounds in her throat again, and Bill tightened his hold around her waist and increased the rubbing in her cunt.
Ann's hips began to pump back and forth involuntarily and Bill had to work very hard to keep his fingers within her snatch. Ann thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as her whole body began bucking wildly. He knew she was coming, and he kissed her back with equal force. Putting the tip of his middle finger on her tit, he pressed and vibrated the little bud as fast as he could.
The result was incredible. Ann seemed to go wild and Bill didn't know if he could hold onto her. He tried to make sure she didn't bang her head on the hard tile of the wall.
Ann continued to shake as if she were conducting a thousand-volt current, and Bill continued to diddle her cunt. Finally, she began to slow dawn and her muscles relaxed. When the climax had died down, she was so spent that Bill had to bold her to keep her from slumping to the floor of the shower. Her body was like a bowl of melting jello. He helped her sit down on a chair just outside of the shower and she sat there while she caught her breath.
"Oh, baby, that was fantastic," sh6 told him, and pulled him down on her lap.
Bill felt a little foolish sitting on her lap, but he began to feel better about it when she grabbed his prick and held it in her wet hands. She asked him to hand her the soap, and when he did, she rubbed it between her hands until they were covered with lather. Then she took his prick and slid her soapy hands up and down the shaft and over the big, round head. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, her hands moved over his rod. Bill sat on her lap and held her around the shoulder with one hand while his other caressed her wet tits.
Ann leaned her head back and, with lowered eyelids, looked at him. Her mouth  sagged open slightly and, taking the hint, he pressed his lips to hers and they kissed again. The passion was rising in his body and her hands stroked his prick with increasing speed. Bill began to grunt without taking his mouth from hers. Ann's hands were a blur as they flew up and down on his rod.  Suddenly a wad of jism shot out of his prick and high in the air. It was followed by several more spurts which didn't reach nearly so high. They both felt the first shot as it landed on both their faces, but they paid no attention to it and continued sucking at each other's mouths.
Bill's cum was running down over Ann's hands and she slowed tier pumping. When she felt his prick begin to deflate, she took her mouth from his and rested her head on his chest. They sat like that until they had enough energy to take another shower. After two orgasms apiece, they were ready to take a shower uninterrupted by fits of lust. But, by the time they got out of the bathroom, clean and refreshed, they were ready to lie down on the bed and see what would come up.
Bill snuggled up close to Ann's body and laid his head on her left tit and rested his hand on her hairy triangle. He turned his hips, and with a clever twisting motion, he flipped his soft cock up on
Ann's thigh. She reached down to pet .the soft sausage, but as ,her hand drew near, it lifted its head a bit in an effort to show them both that there was still some life left in it.
Ann took the pecker in her hand and held it. The thing was even big when it was soft, and Ann took the opportunity to compliment him on his wonderful possession. As if to show its appreciation, the fleshy banana began to swell, forcing Ann's fingers to open. She felt the temperature rise in the cock as it filled with hot blood. At times like these, she understood why she was so attracted to young boys. They were so resilient; toy could fuck and fuck and still be ready for more. A man her own age would never be able to keep up with her insatiable sexual appetite.
Soon Bill's prick was hard and twitching in her hand. He turned his head and took one of her hardening nipples in his mouth and began sucking. Bill was doing good work on her nipple and Ann tugged the skin up and down over his boner.
Ann pulled her nipple from his mouth, end swivelled around on her as so that her head was near Bill's cock. Without having let the jerking dong out of her grip, she placed a kiss on the little slot and stuck the tip of her tongue in it. She nibbled at it gingerly while Bill moved his head between her thighs. Ann opened her legs to give him access to her still-hungry cunt.
The fragrant smell of a hot pussy filled his nose as his lips touched the bristling hair. Bill stuck out his tongue and found the pink slit. When the salty taste met his tongue, he licked the whole length of the opening, and with every lick, he stuck his tongue farther in. The inner lips felt willing to open and give him access to the deeper areas of her pleasure-pit. Pushing his face snugly against her mound, Bill stuck his tongue out as far as he could and slid it up her juicy cunt-hole. His nose was pressed on her cunt and his lower lip dug into bet asshole as  he reached up her cave with his wiggling, wagging tongue. Ann moved her hips slowly from side to side and pressed her crotch dawn on his face. The warm cream flowing from her steaming twat ran down Bill's chin and neck.
As soon as Ann felt Bill's tongue enter her pussy, she opened her mouth and took the fat head of his prick inside. The spongy knob sat on her soft, wet tongue for a minute before she started swirling her tongue around the taut skin.
The feeling of her mouth clamped down softly but firmly on his cock excited Bill more than he thought possible after all the games they had played already that day. Somehow, there was nothing like sticking his prick in a woman's mouth for a great thrill, he realized.
When he began probing the depths of her snatch with his tongue, Ann responded by moving her head back and forth so that his cock slid to the back of her throat, then almost out of her mouth,
then back. The sensitive underside of his cock-head traveled over the slightly rough surface of her tongue while the rest of his prick bathed in her hot saliva. His cock was so fat that Ann wasn't able to avoid scraping it with her teeth, but the little pain it caused Bill only added to his excitement.
With Ann giving him one of her expert blow-jobs, Bill was inspired to do a good job eating her. He lashed the interior of her twat with all the strength in his tongue, and he could tell by the way Ann was moving her hips that his lapping was having its effects. Moving his tongue from the cunt-tube, he began licking her clit. He searched for the bud among the folds of her inner cunt-lips, and when he found it, he fluttered the tip of his tongue over the hard kernel. As soon as he started to work on her cunt, he felt Ann bite down on his rod. It was difficult for her to keep up the cock-sucking while he was flung her with such wild lust with his tongue.
To add a little spice to his cunt-lapping, Bill put his fingers between the firm cheeks of her ass and sought out the ring of her shitter. It was a tight fit, but he managed to wiggle his finger into her ass. The dry walls of that chamber gripped his finger with amazing tightness. Except for being tighter and drier, her asshole was just as smooth and nice as her cunt.
Ann always believed in equality, so she pushed her own middle finger up Bill's bung and massaged the prostate gland buried there. The added stimulations of having their assholes reamed accelerated their passion, and they both began feeling the first stirrings of orgasm. As their climaxes began to take form, they ate each other with increasing vigor until Bill's tongue was flailing her cunt crazily and Ann's heart was charging back and forth wildly on his long shaft.
It was impossible to tell who came first; it was close. Bill's cream shot into Ann's mouth with undiminished pressure. She began swallowing the goo, but she couldn't keep up with the copious flow, and it dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. Being in the middle of coming herself didn't make it any easier for her to do a neat job of gobbling up all his jism. At one point, the intense pangs of pleasure that emanated from her clit made her cry out, and as she opened her mouth, a huge gob of cum sagged out and landed on Bill's balls.

When he stopped shooting, and she had licked his prick clean, she lifted the spilled jism from his balls with her talented tongue, and swallowed it, making a good job of the whole process.
Bill had a hard time keeping his tongue in her cunt with an orgasm raging in him, and with the wild squirming of Ann's hips, but he managed to fire her body with one of her famous orgasms. He was proud that he was able tp keep up with this veteran fucker who was so many years older than him, and bring her off just as he came himself.
Once again, the two of them rested after their exertion. Ann was getting close to satisfaction, and she offered to drive Bill home. After a good start, she was ready to go out and see what she could find to finish off the day with. They dressed and, as they walked to the car, Ann noticed that Bill seemed a little unsteady on his feet. Was she getting to the paint where even a strong, young kid like him wasn't able to keep up with her tremendous sexual need?



CHAPTER TWO
After Ann dropped off Bill, she felt like a ride on the freeway. She put the top of the Jag down, and roared up an entrance ramp. The streaming lanes of traffic excited her as she merged into it in the right lane, and then, as soon as she could, pulled out into the faster lanes until she was in the fastest line of flow. Her hair was flying out behind her and the bumps in the road, through the stiff suspension of the gutsy car, sent a rumble of excitement into her cunt.
She hadn't put on any panties and she pushed the mini-skin out from under her ass so that it was just covering her crotch. The leather seat felt great on the bare cheeks of her ass and thighs. She held the gearshift 'knob as if it were a hard prick and goosed the gas pedal every once in a while. Even the fastest lane wasn't moving like she wanted to, so she began swerving through the lanes every time she saw an opening. The long, low English auto wound through and around the other traffic like a snake and Ann had to keep her attention on the crowded road.
When she neared the city limits, the traffic thinned out a bit, and Ann was able to drive even faster. The needle on the speedometer was climbing towards the ninety-five mark, and still she wanted to go faster. She could have driven out into the desert, but it wasn't as much fun to drive out there. She needed other cars around to pass and pull away from, so she took a ramp that would put her on a branch of the freeway that would take her along the edge of the city. There would be plenty of traffic to play with there.
As Hand came to a long stretch of straight, open road, she dropped her right hand between her thighs. Her fingers moved lightly over the smoothness of her soft, supple skin. It didn't take long for her to get wet as the lust gathered in her twat. With her left hand on the wheel, she guided the car from lane to lane as she zoomed through the traffic flow. Her right hand was creeping slowly towards her cunt, where there was a different sort of flow. The juice that accompanied the lust she felt, was flowing from her cunt and soaking into the leather of the seat. When her fingers finally reached the source of that slippery liquid, her pussy hair was a sopping mess.
Her fingers entered the slit and she slid them back and forth. From her cut to the rear corner of the horizontal smile, she rubbed the tender flesh inside her, Her lust mixed with the speed of the car, and the blend was intoxicating. Poking her middle finger into the mouth to her snatch made her head float with a mellow pleasure that always preceded getting really turned on. She stroked and drove, oblivious to everything but the traffic and her cunt.
Suddenly, her eye was caught by a form looming up in her rear-view mirror. A huge truck was following her only a few feet from her rear bumper. Looking closely in the mirror, she could see the driver, and she couldn't help noticing that he was grinning from ear to ear. It became clear to her slightly muddled brain that he had seen her jerking. off from his high cab, and now he was having a little sport. Hand was as fun-loving as anyone, and she was willing to play with this trucker.
She Jet him pull alongside of her on her right so he could get another good view. She didn't slow down the would have to keep up if he wanted to play with a fast chick like her. When the cab of the truck was even with her car, she looked up at the driver. He was glaring down at her and he stuck out his tongue in a curling motion that meant he wanted to eat her pussy. Hand merely continued rubbing herself and looked up at him from time to time with a passionate expression on her face. 'Hey pull over, baby!" the trucker yelled.
"I'd rather do myself!" she hollered back.
Pressing the accelerator down until the jag picked up five miles per, Hand began to pull away from the truck. She was doing a cool ninety-five when she noticed the truck catching up with her. She let him come alongside again, but she could tell that his diesel was straining. Looking up at him, she could see that he had an expression of lust on his face, too. Only one hand could be seen on his steering wheel where before there were two, and the truck was wandering around from side to side in the lane.
She knew what he was doing, and he knew she knew. They were both driving down the highway, jerking off! Hand had her head back against the headrest and her skirt had ridden up around her waist, giving the trucker a good view of her beaver. He could see that her fingers were shoved way up her pussy. Hand heard her voice above the pun of her engine and the roar of the laboring diesel beside her, as moans of lust escaped from her lips. Her orgasm was only seconds away as she rubbed her clit harder and shoved her finger farther up her cave. With eyelids at half-mast, she looked up at the guy in the truck again. He was wearing an expression of advanced passion and Hand could imagine his hand full of hard cock.
The truck began swerving crazily. The truckerwas obviously coming, and so was she. It took all her self-control to keep the car under control as her brain exploded with ecstasy. She had to fight herself to keep her eyes closed. When the truck and her car once again were traveling in a straight line, and when she felt her jack-off partner's eyes on her again, she pulled her fingers from her pussy, and slowly lifted them to her mouth. Taking the funky fingers inside, she sucked the tasty juice from them. While she still had her fingers in her mouth, she looked at her new friend. His eyes were like saucers. Suddenly, Hand pressed her foot to the floor and the Jag took off, leaving the truck as if it had stopped.
Hand chuckled to herself as she thought about the poor guy telling his fellow truckers about his experience. Would they believe him? she wondered. If they knew her, they would believe it!  That had been a nice little game, but it was time to get down to business. If she was going to get something more than her own finger into her cunt before the day was over, she would have to get going. Her driving bad taken her to a corner of the city that she wasn't familiar with. Should she try to dig up some action here, or would she be better off heading back to neighborhoods she was more familiar with? New cocks could. always be found, and a change would do her good, she figured.
Giving the wheel a tug sent the car sailing across three lanes and up an exit ramp. Ann found herself in a barrio that she never even knew existed. The street she was driving down was lined with little shops, and men sat in front of them watching the traffic going by. Ann had had Spanish lovers before, and she knew what good fuckers they were. Letting the car slow to a crawl, Ann rolled down the Street and took in the sights. Her car attracted the attention of nearly everyone in sight, and as they stared at her, she stared back. There seemed to be a fair ratio of young men among the crowd on the sidewalks, and Ann was getting more interested by the minute. A few of the kids whistled and called out to her. The sound was music in her ears. As long as she could elicit those sorts of responses, she felt great, and, at thirty-six, she planned to be in shape to keep those whistles and yells coming for a long time.
She pulled the Jag into a parking spot and turned off the purring engine. Some of the kids who had watched her cruise down the street were walking towards her now, and when she swung her shapely legs from the car, there was a group standing on the opposite side of the street, ready to appreciate the view.
As she stood up, the coal air slid up her mini-skirt, along with the group of boys. Her tits bounced with, her movement, then settled into their perky position on her chest.
"Hey, honey, come over here!" one of the boys yelled. "What a body," said another. There were
other comments that Ann couldn't catch, and a whole chorus of whistles and cries.
Ann looked at the group for a second with a friendly expression on her pretty face, then started walking down the sidewalk. As she walked, she felt the weight of her tits as they bobbed up and down with every step. The fabric of her skirt slid over her swiveling, hips and ass as she exaggerated the motion of her swaying stride.
The group of boys followed her down the street and was joined by more and more horny young kids, who added their voices to the taunting din. Although they were at least twenty feet behind her, Ann could feel their desire on her body. The farce of their staring eyes wrapped around her legs mid crept towards her crotch. Her cunt was leaking again, as if they actually had their hands on her.
She stopped to look in the window of a shoe store. The styles were interesting to look at, but she stopped to give the bunch of kids another view of her. Ann was rather proud of her profile, and as she looked in the window, she stuck her tits out even more.
The boys stopped, keeping the same distance between themselves and her, and feasted on the sight. Not one of them failed to imagine how it would feel to rub his face between those boobs. Her ass, sticking out behind her, made a firm impression on them, too. The fun cheeks pressed against her tight skirt as the boys' stiff cocks were
pressed against their jeans.
Ann stepped back from the glass and saw her reflection in it. She liked what she saw and took the opportunity to adjust her clothing. Grabbing her blouse at the bottom, she tugged it down tighter over her bulging tits until the nipples could be clearly seen poking through the material. She smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt so the true shape of her hips and ass could be appreciated. Taking a last look at herself, she was attracted by something in the store. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light within, and she saw that she was being watched by a bunch of shoe salesmen in the store, as well as by everyone on the street.
She turned with a flourish, and continued on down the street. Some of the kids following her were good-looking studs, and she was wondering how she could weed out a few of them, and where she could take them. Maybe if she just hung around for a while, some of them might go away, and if the right ones stayed on, she would have that part of the problem licked.
A restaurant on the other side of the street caught her eye and she realized that she hadn't eaten a thing since she had swallowed Bill's load of cum and that was hours ago. She could go into the restaurant, order- some tacos and tortillas, and make plans. As she crossed the street, her entourage followed loyally.. When they saw her go into the restaurant, they were disappointed, butthey didn't give up. Spreading out, they lined up at the window and peered in.
Ann carefully picked her seat. She wanted to give the boys outside a good view. There was a stool at the counter that would enable her to tease them, and she sat down on it. Facing forward gave the boys at the window a view of her profile, but ,by swiveling on the stool, she could show them her front or back. An older man waited on her, and as she gave him her order, she could feel the man's gaze caressing her tits.. He went to call her order through the opening that lead to the kitchen, then leaned on the sink behind the counter; and continued to stare at her. She appreciated his interest, but it was the young meat outside that she concentrated on. Rotating towards them, she crossed her legs. Her skirt fell up towards her waist, uncovering more of her milky thighs. She knew that if the boys were closer, they would be able to see the few pussy hairs that were sticking out from under her skirt. They would also be able to smell the odor of her twat juice, just as she could smell it.
Every once in a while, she would look at them through the window. She wanted to make sure that they were still there, and she wanted to let them know that she was aware of them and their interest in her. They seemed to be huddling together as if they were discussing something. Then they lined up at the window again, but two of them came into the restaurant. She figured that they probably had chosen two guys as a delegation to approach her.
As the two walked right over to her, she knew she had guessed correctly. They sat on either side of her. One of them was very tall, slim and dark. He wore his hair long, and it fell straight to his shoulders. The other was shorter than average, but also thin. He had an especially handsome face, and Ann was immediately attracted to both of them. She guessed that they were between fourteen and sixteen, and they probably were; Ann had become an expert at estimating young boys' ages.
She smiled at one, then the other. They smiled back, but were shyer than she expected. They didn't say anything at first, but after they ordered a taco a piece, the taller one said, "That's a nice car you have, lady."
"Thanks," she said. "My name's Ann, what's yours?"
"I'm Jose and this is Pedro," he said.
Ann noticed that they were both moving their eyes up and down her body. Their dark eyes flashed at the sight, and their nostrils flared as the increasing odor of her juices rose to their faces. The man brought her food and set it down in front of her. By that time, her appetite. had gown, but her tastes for tacos and tortillas had changed to a craving for these young kids' hot cocks.
"I don't seem to be very hungry. I don't know why I ordered all this food," she said. "Can you guys eat it for me? I'll just have a few bites."  When the waiter brought the boys' tacos, she divided her dinner up for them and suggested that they sit in one of the booths near the back of the place. Jose and Pedro thought that was a good idea and they picked up the plates and moved.
Ann saw the boys turn their heads towards the window with sly smiles on their faces. She understood hew they felt about being in there with her, while the others were fill outside.
Ann slid into the booth and Jose sat beside her, with Pedro across the table. They began to eat the steaming food, but their eyes stayed on her body. It was comical to Watch them trying to eat the tacos and tortillas and keep looking at her. Pedro was sticking his fork everywhere but in his mouth and ipse had taco juice running down his chin. Ann sipped her Coke and watched the boys. She lifted her feet and put them on She seat across from her, next to Pedro's side. She wondered it' the boy would have the nerve to touch her leg. If he didn't; she would have to be more aggressive. Jose was looking down into her lap, where her skirt had once again risen to within an inch of her bare cunt.
Ann dropped a hand into her lap and stroked her creamy inner thighs. She could feel Jose's temperature rise as he continued staring down at her lap. Pedro was so transfixed by her rising and falling tits that he hadn't noticed her legs up on hisseat, so she gave -him a nudge. It was hard for her not to laugh at the way he jumped when he felt her foot tap his leg, but it had the desired effect He put his hand on her leg, and began finning it from her sensitive ankle to her well-shaped knee.
Now one of the kids had his hands on her, and she would get Jose's hands on her a soon as he put that taco down. He didn't put it down at all, but it didn't take him long to eat it, and before he could pick up mother, Ann grabbed his arm and dragged his hand down to her lap. She placed it right on the smooth skin below her cunt, and then put her hand on his thigh.
It only took Jose about two seconds to find that she didn't have any underpants on. While Pedro was stroking her leg, his buddy next to her had stuck his finger right in her crotch. He didn't even seem surprised to find that her pussy was naked. Ann gasped a the boy's fingertip, touched the pink lining of her twat. She was already wet, and his finger slid right into the slit. He was making it obvious that he had some experience massaging cunts.
His fingers slid back and forth over the inner lips, and then, slowly, he entered them. Ann's body shook with lust as his fingertips went deeper and deeper into her cunt. The slick liquid was drooling from her twat-lips and soaking Jose's hand as he probed farther up her tunnel.
Pedro could see that something was going on across the table. He peeked under the table, and when he saw his friend's hand in Ann's cunt, he got so excited that he banged his head on the table's edge. It didn't seem to bother him at all; he was trying to figure out how to share some of the hair-pie with his partner. Ann saw him staring at the two of them with desperation on his face, then his head disappeared under the table again as if he hadn't believed what he had seen the first time. He stayed out of sight for a while and Ann was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to surface.
While Jose's fingers were at work in her crotch, she moved her hand to the bulge in his pants and felt the stiff pole trapped in there. She could feel the head of the dong, and the ridge that bordered it. Its heat radiated through the cotton of his pants, and into her fingers. Ann began fumbling with his fly in an effort to free the prick trapped in there. As soon as Jose realized what she was trying to do, he helped her unzip his pants and pulled the twitching rod out in the open. She stared down at his lap now with as much hunger as he had shown while staring into hers. The giant prick was sticking above the level of the- table, and to keep their game a secret from the guy behind the counter, she grabbed it and held it out of sight.
Ann had forgotten about Pedro, who still was out of sight. When she felt another pair of hands on her crotch, though, she was reminded of him.
He had crawled under the table and was delving into her cunt from under there. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have minded the more fingers in her snatch the better she liked it but she didn't want to cause a commotion that would spoil her chances to get everything she wanted out of these young fuckers.
"Listen, you guys, Pedro, can you hear me?" she asked the kid under the table. "I'll go into the ladies' room, and you both join me in there, okay?"  They agreed, but were reluctant to take their fingers out of the wet, hot folds of her cunt. She managed to extricate herself, and she slipped but of the booth, pushing Jose in front of her. His prick was still out, and it waved in the air as she pushed him out of her way. If the old guy noticed what was happening, he might throw the kids out, and that would break Ann's heart at that point.
"Give me a minute and then come in," she whispered at them as she went to the rest room.
The ladies' room was small, but there was room enough for what she had in mind. She hoped the boys could carry it off. What if they didn't follow her directions? She had been in there for twenty seconds and they hadn't come. Just as she was about to look out the door, someone knocked. Opening the door a crack, she saw the two of them out there. She opened the door and they rushed in. It was nice and snug with three people in them as she took both boys in her arms.
Jose pressed his still-free cock against her belly, and he kissed her hotly on the mouth. Their tongues came together between their opened mouths. Ann felt a pair of bands on each of her tits, and the lust she had been feeling blossomed,. fully ripe, in her. A hand touched her thigh, and immediately slid up to her crotch. A finger entered her gash and began reaming the sleeve of her pussy. As that finger wiggled around in her, another hand slipped into her crotch, and more fingers were suddenly in her pussy.
She felt her blouse open, and her tits were exposed to Pedro's kissing. While she was tongue wrestling with Jose, Pedro kissed her tightening nipple. Ann backed up, and leaned on the sink as her knees began to feel weak from passion, as all her strength was directed to her cunt and tits.
Reaching down, she took Jose's thick rod in her band, and ran her fingers over it. As she played with the tool, it grew even larger and stiffened even more. Could anything be as hard as the hard-on on a young stud? she wondered.
Jose began moving his hips as if he was fucking her, and his rod moved in and out of her grasp. She didn't want to waste his orgasm on a simple hand-job; she had something more interesting in mind, so she moved her hand from the stem to the root, and took his swinging balls in her firm grip.
Another band joined the two already in hercrotch, but this one came from behind. It caressed the bottoms of her ass-cheeks with a skillful touch before one finger pushed into the crevice, and found her bung. Ann grew dizzy as the finger screwed itself up her asshole. The gorgeous feeling of being ravaged by two young studs filled her body and reminded her why she spent so much time and energy looking for these kids, and getting herself into these weird situations. This waft what she lived for, and it was an exciting life.
The ringers in her cunt and ass wiggled, stroked and stretched her insides. These boys had long, strong fingers and were giving Ann a real workout. She gasped for breath as her body writhed involuntarily on the impaling spikes of their fingers. One of them had his thumb pressed on the bud of her cut, and as her hips twisted and humped, the thumb dug into the sensitive kernel, driving her into even wilder convulsions.
The muscles in her cunt were contracting rhythmically on the fingers stuffed in it. Her asshole was doing the same. As she came, the boys had to hold her tightly to keep her from wiggling right out of their embrace. Ann could hear her own voice rising in a wail of ecstatic passion. That was the only thing she was aware of beside the blinding rapture of coming. Jose's tongue was still in her mouth and his cheeks puffed out with the powerful gasps that Ann was blowing into his mouth.
Pedro and Jose kept up their fingering with undiminished energy until Ann's body stopped vibrating. Her muscles melted into relaxed satisfaction, and the two studs held her up between their hard bodies. Gradually, her head cleared and she regained her coordination. As she came back to normal, she resumed her stroking on the cock that was still in her hand. With her other hand, she unzipped Pedro's fly, and with his help, fished his prick out. Now she had a cock in each fist, and felt like a Wild West gunslinger, ready to take on a town full of desperados.
Ann turned her face to Pedro, and kissed him. He had a gentler way of kissing than his friend, and the difference was the important thing. With two lovers, Ann found that the pleasure was more than doubled. Her tits were crowded with squeezing, petting fingers as they let her cunt cool off. Ann could smell the odor of her cunt on the hands that were moving over her tits, and she was sure the boys were aware of the fragrance, too. Her inner thighs felt cool from the drying pussy' liquor. She. would soon warm them up again with a fresh outpouring.
The two pricks in her hands were getting a nice rubdown. Without stopping the stimulation she was giving them, she led Pedro around in front of her, while guiding Jose to her back. She pushed him back to the edge of the sink, and lifted the hem of her skirt with the head of his cock. It didn't take Jose long to figure out what she wanted, and he helped her by taking his hands from her tits and putting them on her ass-cheeks. He spread the firm, smooth hillocks, and Ann leaned back on his bloated cock-head. The knob on the end of his prick touched the puckered target, and as she continued to lean back, the bole opened slightly and began swallowing his prick.
It was a tight fit, but they finally managed to get that thick sausage stuffed into her asshole. Ann gave him a squeeze with her sphincter muscles to tell him that it felt fine. Jose put his hands back to her tits, and kneaded them powerfully. Ann's mouth was hanging open with mounting lust as she pulled Pedro to her by his twitching tool. Leaning back against Jose, Ann positioned her hips to take Pedro's cock up her wet cunt. Pedro followed his cock as Ann brought it to the hungry lips of her pussy. Pedro noticed that her eyebrows were wrinkled with concentration as she felt for his prick in the folds of her cunt. When the bulb of his cock was at the entrance, Ann leached out to him, and he shoved his prick up her oozing snatch.
The bulk of Jose's cock in her ass made her cunt even tighter than usual, but there was room enough for Pedro's beautiful prick. Whew both cocks were comfortably placed in her, she let the studs begin pumping. They thrust and withdrew their tools with a jazzy Latin rhythm, and Ann was immediately on her way to heaven again. The boys kept a different beat, and although at first they were thrusting in unison, soon they were pumping in opposite directions. Pedro plunged his cock up her twat as Jose was drawing his prick from her ass, and as he stroked it back in, Pedro was retreating.
Ann's cunt lining was grabbing and stroking Pedro's cock with appreciation. His prick was very thick; that was a factor in Ann's choosing him for her front door, and her cunt-mouth had to open wide to admit it. The ridge that circled the collar of his cock-head was causing the lining of her tunnel to gather around his rod and flow up and down with it, in waves of thrilling pleasure.
Jose's prick in her ass was providing a fantastic counterpoint to Pedro's plunging prick. Her asshole was stretched to near splitting, and her sphincter was pulled taut. Her asshole took each attack of his ram-rod with a combination of pleasure and pain, but the pleasure was the sweetest imaginable, and the pain made her realize how good its opposite pleasure was.
Ann wrapped her arns around Pedro's neck, and lifted her legs to his waist, taking him into a scissorlike grip. The cocks in her were bringing her to the dizzying heights of ecstasy once again. Both of the young- fuckers working on her were beginning to breath heavily and their cocks were moving in and out with greater speed and force; Ann knew that it wouldn't be long before she would be pumped full of their hot jism.
With every stroke, in and out, of their pricks, Ann closed in on her orgasm. Her chest heaved with the struggle to get the additional oxygen she needed to reach the peak of orgiastic happiness. Pedro and lose were grunting with pangs of joy. Aim was soon out of control in the jaws of lust. Again, her body writhed and twisted. A cold sweat broke out on her back as the hot twat juice ran down Pedro's shaft and over his swinging balls.
All three of them were groaning and panting, and in the confines of that little room, the noise was deafening. Sandwiched between her studs-in service, Ann came. The world disappeared and was replaced with a realm of solid gold passion. If she could have died on the spot and kept that feeling alive in her throughout eternity, she would gladly have done so.
For about thirty priceless seconds, Ann was out of her mind with her climax. When she began to come slowly back to earth, she felt the heat of the boys' cream radiating from her crotch and filling her body with its soothing balm. The intense pleasure they were feeling gradually subsided and turned into a nice, relaxed calm.
They held onto each other while they caught their breaths. Pedro's cock fell from Ann's cunt, but she had to pull her ass away from Jose to empty her butt of his limp and spent prick. Her climax left her ass light, and it hurt a little when his cock popped out.
"Well, guys, that was quite a fuck," she said. "Thanks a lot. I really needed that."
The boys didn't know what to: say, so they didn't say anything. Ann left the ladies' room first, and she told the boys to give her a minute before they came out. Ann smiled at the old man behind the counter as she walked out. He was looking at her with a curious expression, as if he had figured out what had happened, but couldn't quite believe it.
The group of boys was still standing around on the sidewalk, and followed her as she headed back to her car. The idea of taking on a few more of them occurred to her, but she decided against it. She could always find a stud, and she was ready to get back into her car and hit the road.
"Hey, what happened to Pedro and Jose?" she heard one of the bunch following her say.
"What did that bitch do to our friends?" another of them asked.
They seemed to be getting worried about their pals. Did they think she murdered them, or something? She wondered. Maybe they were just jealous. As she reached her car and was about to get in, one of them grabbed her arm.
"Where's Pedro and jose?" he demanded.
"The last time I saw them, they were in the ladies room in that taco joint, and they were googoo-eyed from being fucked like they've never been fucked before."
With that, Ann hopped into the car and started the motor. The boys' mouths fell open when they learned of their friends' fate. They obviously didn't expect such a blunt report, and it disarmed them long enough for her to get away without further hassles. As she gunned the engine, the Jag tore dawn the street. Ann noticed Jose and Pedro walking on wobbly legs  towards their buddies, and gave them a good-bye wave. She couldn't tell if they saw her because she was already going too fast and she didn't feel like slowing down.
CHAPTER THREE
Back on the freeway, Ann was regaining her energy. She hadn't eaten the tacos, so her stomach was crying out for nourishment. It seemed like a good idea to head for home. She could make herself a nice leisurely dinner and decide what she wanted to do that evening.
Ann's apartment building was near the freeway, so the road took her almost to her door. Pulling into the parking lot, she felt that nice feeling she experienced when she arrived home after a good fuck.
The building was for single people. It had a pool and all of that sort of thing. There were always a lot of men around, and Ann had her choice of the . lot. She took advantage of their being around; it was convenient, but they were mostly too old to interest her very much.
The rent in these apartments was very expensive; that was obvious by the type of cars in the lot. There wasn't a finer collection of foreign sports and luxury cars in the city. The doorman said hello to her as she walked in, and he watched her as she walked down the hail and stepped into an elevator. He could feel his cock getting stiff, just as it always did when he watched Ann walk away from him. When he watched her walk towards him, he also got an erection, but being essentially an ass man, the rear view was his favorite.
Ann turned on her sound system as soon as she entered the apartment. She picked out a few records that would soothe her and get her in the mood for a relaxed dinner. Before preparing the food, she thought it would be a good idea to take a shower. Her crotch was a mess of leaked cum, and she was anxious to get clean. As soon as her body was ready to start over, she would feel horny again, she knew.
She let the hot water run until the bathroom was thick with steam. The private feeling she got when she couldn't even see herself through the thick cloud was very relaxing. Once under the water, Ann felt great. It had been a good day, and it wasn't even over. She had fucked her brains out with three different young kids, each quite a stud. As the water beat down on her, Ann rubbed a bar of fragrant soap over her body. When she rinsed it off, she felt like a new woman. She stayed in the shower and let the hot water massage her back.
Ann liked to think while she was in the shower, and she took a look at her life. She was fully aware of her position, and how lucky she was. Her father had made a fortune when he was still a young man, and Ann had never known anything but luxury and' the best of everything. She considered expensive cars and clothing to be part of the better life, but she knew that these things were relatively unimportant. What was important was that she didn't have to have a job. She couldn't understand how people could go without sex for so long every day. She knew that people often fucked on the job, but a lot of people didn't have the chance like bus driven and traffic controllers at busy airports.
It didn't matter to Ann if she were fucking at Vail or Acapulco. She didn't care if she were fucking in a Rolls or a Chevy pick-up, and taking ii in the cunt, ass, or mouth were all equally great; The only thing that she died for, cried for and needed every day, w~s young meat. Old men wouldn't do. She knew that money wasn't enough to guarantee a steady supply. However, she found that money and a gorgeous body, two, things she had plenty of, had, so far, enabled her to fuck thousands of young studs.
She got out of the shower and grabbed  fluffy towel. As the steam began to clear, Ann blotted the drops of water that clung to her clean skin.
When she rubbed her beaver with the towel, she felt her need beginning to come back. There would be another young stud that evening, she knew. Her skin was still pink from the hot water and scrubbing, and she was already looking forward to getting covered with a fresh supply of cum and sweat. But what the hell, she could always renew herself with another quick shower.
Stepping into her bedroom, she felt the stirrings of arousal and knew she would have to diddle herself to another climax before she went on the prowl for young cock. With a little shiver she let her fingers glide down over her smooth belly to her heating gash.
Her index finger poked into her cunt while she pressed her middle finger on the puckered asshole. Slowly, the two fingers entered the holes of her crotch. Ann's legs began to shake as the sexual tension combined with the pull on her muscles that her bent-over position was causing.
Once she stuck her fingers in herself, Ann's mind began racing with the possibilities of novel masturbatory techniques. Ann had reached incredible heights of imagination when it came to jerking off. She always figured that if she weren't rich, she could make-her own fortune by devising unusual masturbation machines. Her fingers stayed in her sex-pits, increasing her excitement while she thought. It would be nice to have her pussy and asshole stuffed tightly, so she thought about things that she could stick up there.
She had a fantastic collection of dildos, and she went through a mental catalog of them. There were the used plastic vibrators and cock-shaped, standard dildos, besides her collection of antique and rare dildos. A large collection of bottles-and various objects d'art were also available. That was it, then, and she stood up, and with her fingers still in her-cunt and ass, she went to her dressing table and sat down on her hand. She opened the drawer in which she kept the perverted toys, and pawed through them. Finally. she selected a fat plastic prick for her snatch, and a cylindrical perfume bottle, with a string tied around the neck for easy retrieval, for her ass.
She took the toys over to her bed, and adjusted the mirror on the headboard. Hopping on the bed and piling pillows under her head, she got into position I She could see the gaping holes, stretched by the recent occupancy of her fingers, and waiting for the dildos. Her ass would be first. She took the bottle and dipped it into her cunt to lubricate it. Her inner lips stretched over the cool glass as the cylinder picked up a coating of her slippery juice. A vacuum was formed as she pulled the bottle out, and it slipped free with a loud pop.
Now that the bottle was greased, she pressed it to the dark spot that was her bung, and carefully pushed. She bore down with her sphincter muscle, and the perfume bottle began to slide up her asshole. Once the asshole was opened wide enough, it went all the way in easily, and her shitter closed over it, leaving the string hanging out. The feeling of having her ass-chamber filled with the bulk of that bottle sent Ann on her way to heaven. Before doing anything else, she lay on the bed and wiggled her hips around. What a delicious feeling, she thought.
With her ass stuffed, and her mint drooling, it was time for the dildo. It was flesh-colored and shaped like a prick. It even had blue veins running through it. If it had been attached to a man, it would have been indistinguishable from the real thing. It was about nine inches long and four inches in circumference. A wooden handle stuck out of the back. Ann picked it up reverently, and brought it to her lips. She kissed it and stuck it in her mouth. The size and shape reminded her of earlier that day when she had the real thing in her mouth, cunt and ass. But this dildo was always available and she could make it do wonderful things.
When she Warmed the fake cock to human temperature in her mouth, she slid it over her tits and down her belly. The head plowed through her pussy curls. Holding the handle tightly, Ann spread the labes with the warm plastic cock-head. It was colored a shade of pink that was yew close to the color of her cunt lining. As the thing touched the sensitive flesh in her pussy, Ann began to breathe heavily. The fat head came closer and closer to the entrance of her cunt. Lining the shaft up with her tunnel, she thrust it home. Her cunt stretched and opened, wrapping around the huge fake prick.
Ann's breath rushed out with a whoosh, and her head swam as the machine of her body began gearing up for sex. When her cunt was holding the toy cock comfortably, she began pulling and pushing on the handle, drawing the dildo out and shoving it back in. The torpedo pumped in and out, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Her cunt tried to hold onto it as she pulled on it, and tried to fight it as it slid back in.
Ann looked into the mirror and watched the artificial dong plowing her cunt. She could see the shining coat of cream on the pink plastic every time it became visible, before disappearing again. She grabbed the string and tugged gently on the bottle up her ass while she stroked the dildo in and out of her cunt. Her passion mounted with every stroke. The body that she had just scrubbed was once again wet with sweat, and her crotch was leaking its liquor into her hairy triangle and over the skin of her thighs and ass.
It was getting difficult for her to hold her head up, but Ann didn't want to miss seeing what was going on in the mirror. The sight of her cunt accepting that long, fat dildo added to her lust. Watching the inner lips grabbing at the plastic shaft and swallowing it seemed very beautiful to her.
Finally, she was too overcome with passion to hold her head up any longer, and she let it drop back on the pillows, her mouth wide open and her eyelids drooping.
Her right hand plunged the counterfeit prick in and out of her cunt as fast as she could, and with her left, she tugged the string that made the bottle in her ass move about. Her crotch was aflame with blazing pleasure. Her voice rose in an ecstatic moan and her body began twitching and convulsing as her orgasm exploded within her. She kept up the motion of both her busy hands as long as she could, but finally, her cunt was too sensitive to take another onslaught of the toy. At the last minute, she pulled the bottle from her ass and the sudden pain it caused increased the intensity of her climax.
When she took the fat dildo from her cunt, her body began to cool down. Holding the dick with bath hands, she brought it .up to her face and began licking it like a lollipop. The warm slime from her twat tasted delicious to her after coming. If she only had a snack of jism to go along with it, she thought, it would be perfect.
Well, now she would have to take another shower, she thought, as she lay quietly on her bed and rested. Her chin was resting on the dildo. Ann didn't want to do anything while her body, which had given her so much pleasure that day, was recuperating. She slipped into a light sleep and dreamed about young boys and the beautiful, cocks they had banging between their legs. While she dozed, the vital fluids were replenishing themselves in her. She would awaken ready and willing to fuck her head off again.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Ann awoke, she was ravenous. A hard day's coming had given her a truck driver's appetite. Although she was covered with her own juices and sweat, she was too hung over to take another shower before she ate. With only her slippers on, she went into the kitchen and put together a quick meal.
After eating, Ann took another shower and promised herself that she wouldn't jerk off again before she got ready to go. It took some will-power to keep her hands off her cunt sometimes, but if she got boned down with her finger, she . would never get out and start fucking. She still hadn't decided what she was going to do that evening, but there was no hurry. Often she would get into her car and just drive until an idea struck her.
Once again Ann started dressing. This time she was able to get completely dressed and leave her apartment without getting lost in a sexual detour. As she Walked out of the building, she felt like she was walking on a cloud. The sky was still light in the west, and it was a perfect evening for picking up young studs.
Ann hopped in the Jag. A second later the engine roared, and she sped off. She didn't know where she was going, so when she, got to the freeway ramp, she let the car decide. That was one of her favorite tricks. She would speed up to the point where she wasn't sure if she could make the tighter right-hand ramp that led east. If she decided that she wasn't going to make it, she would bear off and take the. west ramp.
The Jag tore up the approach heading for the fork. Ann kept, one eye on the tachometer, not shifting until she was nearing the red line. As the turn got tighter, she began to hear the squeal of her rear tires slipping sideways. The ramp branched off just ahead, and Ann was still accelerating. She. knew she wouldn't see the fork until she was right on top of it, and her nerves were sharpened to the maximum.
It seemed that she was going faster than she ever had at that spot, and if she could make that tighter eastern ramp at that speed, it would be terribly exciting. A perfect start for a night of alley-catting.
Suddenly the fork was in sight. She was amazed at how fast it was rushing at her. She desperately wanted to make that turn. All the possible places that she could pick up young, virile boys if she made that east ramp, flashed through her head. Holding the wheel as far to the right as she could, she kept her eye on the concrete and steel structure that divided the road where the ramp split in two. The squeal of the wheels was rising in pitch and volume as she approached. The Jag was sliding away from the east ramp and she was afraid to turn the wheel any farther.- If she lost control now, the car would spin and crash into the steel guard rail. Ann didn't give up until the last second. There was no way that she was going to make the tight right-hand curve that lead to the east-flowing traffic. She let the wheel move towards the left, and the Jag began to grab the road with more assurance as it straightened out and flew up the west-bound ramp.
Oh, well, she didn't make it, but it didn't really matter. It was exciting enough to get her adrenalin flowing, and this direction was just as good as the other. Actually, this direction was better because there were fewer choices for her now. As long as she was heading in this direction, she would probably go to the Black Pearl. It was a lively bar, frequented by young kids. Ann had picked up some nice stuff there before, and since she hadn't been there for a while, it seemed to be a good idea to go then now.
Now that she knew where she was going, she began to feel horny. It was a fairly long drive, and her hunger would make it seem even longer. Ann began her usual driving method for making time. The sleek sports car began weaving in and out of the slower traffic. Ann got carried away, and was going.faster than she realized, and her weaving was getting outrageous. Still, she was surprised to see the flashing blue light in her rear-view minor. She hoped that the cop was after someone else, but she knew that he was coming for her. She slowed down and pulled to the jight. The cop pulled up alongside and motioned her to stop. Gravel flew as the Jag pulled off the road and came to a stop on the shoulder. The cop stopped right behind her.
Ann remembered reading somewhere that it was best to get out of the car and walk over to the cop if you wanted to avoid getting a ticket, and that's what she did. The cop had just stepped out of his car when she reached him. She could tell by the way he. looked at her that the best way for her to try to get out of getting a ticket would be to give this cop some of her special favors. He asked to see her driver's license, but his eyes were asking for something else.
Ann opened her purse and began fishing through it.  She could feel his gaze on her tits. She was glad that she was wearing such a tight blouse. While searching through her wallet, she tried to figure out whether her nipples were showing through the thin fabric. As they stood at the side of the toad, the passing traffic kept Ann's body well-lit with flashing headlights. The cop was standing with his back to the traffic, and she couldn't see him very well.
As she handed him her license, she tried to determine his age. There were some young cops around; none young enough to really appeal to her, but in a pinch, she could fuck an older guy.
"Was I doing anything wrong, Officer?" she asked innocently.
"No except speeding, passing on the right, changing lanes without signaling and reckless driving," be answered.
'That sounds pretty serious," Ann said.
"Well, you could lose your license," the cop said.
"If I promise never to do it again, will you let me go?" Ann asked.
"Sorry, lady," he said.
"How about if I throw a blow-job in the deal?" Ann said in the most seductive voice she could manage.
The cop looked at her for a few seconds without saying anything. Then he told her he'd have to radio in a check on her car. It would only take a few minutes and she could sit in the patrol car with him if she wanted. Ann understood why he was being reluctant to answer her directly, so she got into his car with him. The cop began reading her license number and a description of her car over his two-way radio. Holding his microphone in one
hand, he began unzipping his pants and unfastening his belt with the other.
The car was illuminated by the traffic streaming past, and the sound of the cars rushing by created a strange atmosphere for sex. Ann lowered herself on the front seat with her head over the cop's opened pants. She stuck her hand in there and began fishing around. It didn't take her long to find the stiff billy-club that his cock had become.
Freeing the pole from his pants, Ann realized that she had made a good deal. This cop had a beautiful cock. She heard him talking over his radio as she brought her lips to the swollen head. She kissed the twitching knob as she held it around the thick shaft.
"Ann James, 549 Valley View, thirty-six, Caucasian female," she heard him saying into the microphone above her as she was kissing his other microphone.
Ann opened her mouth and took the fat dang into it. The taste of maleness filled her mouth and a rush .of sexual excitement ran through her. One of the cop's big, heavy hands descended on her side and slid around to her fit. He squeezed the huge handful a little too hard, and Ann grunted her discomfort, causing the guy to ease up a bit. She knew she had promised a blow-job and nothing else, but she was a perfectionist and wanted to give him her best.
Ann held his cock-head on her wet tongue.
Turning her head gave the bulb in her mouth friction. She moved her tongue back and forth under the head for a while, then all around it. Ann was just beginning, and she was looking forward to swallowing a big load of jism. Moving her head forward caused the cock to slide to the back of her throat, and then farther, until it was deep down her gullet. Ann slid th&rod in and out, from her lips to past her tonsils.
Moving her head slowly and deliberately, Ann was building up passion in her policeman lover. It was time to give him one of her best tricks, she thought. Swallowing his prick as far down as she could, she held her head still. Then she swallowed, so the muscles in her throat grabbed his prick and tried to force it down her throat. She did that several times, and could tell by the way he grabbed her tit and held it tightly, that her technique was getting to him. She couldn't breathe while she had his cock in her throat, so she had to lift her head and get the stiff dong out of her throat while she caught her breath. As she breathed through her nose, she played with his prick-head in her mouth. Then, when she had breathed enough for a while, she slid her head down towards his lap again, and the mushroom went down her throat. She gave him a few more swallow strokes, then lifted her head to breathe again..
Above her, she heard the owner of that cock begin to breathe hard .and noisily. It wouldn't be long, she knew. Increasing the speed of her head-plunges was sending his rod in and out with blinding speed. If she bobbed her head any faster, she might get a bum on her tongue. She felt the cop rise up off his seat, and she braced herself for
"Ah Uhhhhh!" she heard him groan as the first bullets of cum splashed into her mouth. Shot after shot bunt from his cock as she continued bobbing her head up and down. Swallowing as fast as she could, Ann drank the goo that was filling her mouth. His sperm was especially delicious. When he stopped spurting, she sucked him clean, and lifted her head. As his prick was collapsing, she kissed it lightly on the piss-slit.
"Well, lady, I've decided to let you go with a warning this time, but you'd better slow down," he said sternly. Then he added, "That was the greatest blow-job I ever had."  Ann went back to her own car and drove off. She was lucky to get away with a reward for speeding rather than a fine. She was still anxious to get there, but she thought she better go slower. Delays like that were nice, though. Still, she was after younger game, and she would have to pay attention to what she was doing if she was going to get any.
Without further incident, she arrived at the bar, She parked her car and went in. It was dark inside, and the blaring music assaulted her ears. As hereyes became accustomed to the dim light, she began to see what was going on in there. There was a band at one end of the place. On either side of the band, and a little higher up on platforms, there were topless go-go dancers. Ann watched them, sizing up their bodies and comparing them to hers.
In front of the bandstand, a swarm of dancers moved to the beat of the primitive music. The dancers' bodies pulsed together like a living percussion instrument. Ann's body was responding to the beat and if no one asked her to dance soon, she would have to find a good-looking kid, and ask him. A long bar, with drinkers two deep, stretched along one side of the place. Ann made her way towards the bar to get a drink.
As she fought her way through the crowd, salacious comments were hurled at her by several men, and some very young ones, too. Ann had the feeling that she was in for a good time. Squeezing into the piles of people lining the bar she waved a five-dollar bill to attract the bartender's attention. As the men standing around her noticed her, they began to move back a little so they could get a look at her.
Ann got her drink, and stood there while she drank it. Her eyes scanned the sea of people, and several studs caught her eye. She quickly finished her drink, and called for another. With two or three drinks in her, she could be a wild woman, not that she was tame when sober.
She was attracting the stares of dozens of men, and some women, but she only encouraged the ones who looked like they were too young to be in the place. She saw three handsome studs sitting at a table, and smiling at them, she lingered near them, trading smiles and stares. Finally, one of them got up and walked to her, asked her to dance and led her to the dance floor when she accepted. The kid was a good dancer, and Ann let herself go, dancing up a storm.
When the music stopped, Ann didn't let the kid get away. She asked him to dance again, and he was more than willing. The dance floor was crowded, and Ann kept bumping people with her wildly swinging ass. No one minded, though.
After a few fast songs, the band began a slow, bluesy piece. The kid said he didn't know how to dance slowly, mid tried to lead her away, but Ann didn't let him get away with that. Telling him that she would teach him, she grabbed him and held his body to hers. As soon as he felt her tits press against his chest, he seemed eager to get a dancing lesson; Ann led him around the floor, and he was a fast learner.
The mass of her big jugs was squeezed between them, and her lower belly pressed on his crotch. As she expected, the bulge in his pants began growing and g4ting hard. When she felt it, she increased her movements until she was really .giving him a good rub-down. The boy clung to her as his passion increased. Ann was beginning to feel hot again, and she knew it was going to be easy to score this kid, and maybe his friends, too. All the couples on the dance floor were holding on to each other fervently, but somehow, Ann and her partner were attached more sensuously. Maybe it was the way she moved the boy around, but whatever it was, it didn't go unnoticed by the people watching. Guys all over the room were getting hard-ons just imagining how those huge melons must feel pressed against the lucky kid's chest.
When the song ended, Ann let the boy take her back to the table where his friends were. There was a drink waiting for her and she thanked them for it.
They all wanted to ask her who she was and what she did. All the usual questions. She told them her name, and as an explanation of what she did, she said she was a tactile sensualist. She could tell that that had the desired effect on them; they got an idea of what she meant, but weren't exactly sure. Out of a sense of protocol, she asked them what their names were and what they did, but she really didn't care, and when they told her, she forgot what they said immediately. All she cared about was that they were virile young men and that they wanted to fuck her.
The band had taken a break, and Ann decided to make small talk with this bunch until the music started again, have a few dances, and then, STRIKE. As she talked with them, she kept a roving eye scouting for other candidates for her hungry cunt. She figured she could handle this bunch in fifteen or twenty minutes, and since she was drinking and feeling very loose, her appetite was going to be huge.
As they all talked, Ann began to notice that the boys seemed to be starting a subtle competition for her. The one she danced with was hinting that the other should recognize his right to her, and they seemed to be trying to make their own claims. She knew that there were problems in dealing with young kids, but they made up for it so well, it was worth the trouble.
"Look, guys," she said to them with an authoritarian tone, "there's enough to go around, so stop squabbling. When the band comes back, we'll have a few dances, then I'll take you all on." She followed that announcement with a smile and wink.
The kids were flabbergasted, and Ann hoped that she hadn't scared them away. But remembering the stiffness of the cock that poked her in the belly as she danced, she knew that they would be ready when  she was. It seemed that her admonishment worked; they stopped arguing, and sat quietly waiting for the band to return. Ann was able to sip her drink, look around and savor the coming fuck. Her cunt was moistening in anticipation.
The band came back, and started playing another rocker. Ann told the guys to came dance with her. She could handle all of them. The four of them wen! to the dance floor and started gyrating to the music. As they danced, Ann moved close to one of them and gave him a whack with her swinging tits. The weird attack made the boy open his eyes wide in surprise. Then she danced over to another of them and gave him a smack on the arm with her wrecking-ball knockers. Then the third kid got a taste of the same. The boys were beginning to realize what a mad woman they were dealing with.
When the music stopped, the boys stood and looked at Ann to see what she would do. but she didn't do anything. She merely waited for the band to start another number, then started dancing again. They were horny, and eager to get started on her, but she seemed to be more interested in dancing. Actually, Ann was enjoying herself dancing and she also enjoyed their impatience. She knew that a young stud kept waiting was turned into a wild animal, and the animal energy would be released on her when she decided it was time. The thought of being ravaged by these three kids, turned into horny maniacs by frustration, thrilled her and her pussy was soaking in anticipation.
They danced about three dances, then the band started a slow number. Ann looked at them, turned her back and started walking towards the door. Like a litter of puppies, they followed after her another rocker. Ann told the guys to came dance with her. She could handle all of them. The four of them wen! to the dance floor and started gyrating to the music. As they danced, Ann moved close to one of them and gave him a whack with her swinging tits. The weird attack made the boy open his eyes wide in surprise. Then she danced over to another of them and gave him a smack on the arm with her wrecking-ball knockers. Then the third kid got a taste of the same. The boys were beginning to realize what a mad woman they were dealing with.
When the music stopped, the boys stood and looked at Ann to see what she would do. but she didn't do anything. She merely waited for the band to start another number, then started dancing again. They were horny, and eager to get started on her, but she seemed to be more interested in dancing. Actually, Ann was enjoying herself dancing and she also enjoyed their impatience. She knew that a young stud kept waiting was turned into a wild animal, and the animal energy would be released on her when she decided it was time. The thought of being ravaged by these three kids, turned into horny maniacs by frustration, thrilled her and her pussy was soaking in anticipation.
They danced about three dances, then the band started a slow number. Ann looked at them, turned her back and started walking towards the door. Like a litter of puppies, they followed after her.
Their eyes were glued to her sensuously swaying ass, and the shapely legs that were exposed below her mini. As she led them out, she thought she could hear them panting behind her. The parade attracted a lot of attention, and as they strolled, a single-file, out the door, they were being watched by countless eyes.
"All right, which of you fuckers has the most comfortable car?" she asked.
The boys had a short discussion while Ann waited. When it was settled, they walked to the parking lot and climbed into a sleek van. Once inside, Ann couldn't help being impressed. It was totally lined with shag carpeting. There were big pillows all around, the lighting was low and soft, and one of the kids turned on the tape machine, so mellow music filled the van. The kid who owned it was grinning from ear to ear as he saw that Ann liked his van.
She made herself comfortable, leaning back on a fat pillow. The boys sat around her, watching, but not moving For a while they just sat there getting used to the atmosphere. One of the kids reached in his pocket and pulled out a joint of grass. He lit it and took a deep drag. He passed it to Ann, who took a hit. The joint was passed until it was gone. By then they each had had about three hits, which would be plenty. The music began sounding much better and Ann was floating.
Through drooping eyelids, she surveyed the crop of studs before her. Being high on the pot made her even more anxious to get things going. Picking one of them, she stared deeply into his eyes, then lifted her hand, and with a seductive come-here motion of her index finger, she summoned him. She reached out to him as he crawled towards her. They came together in a tight embrace and kissed. That seemed to be the signal for the other two to start in on her.
As she kissed the boy, she felt the others' hands on her thighs. She moved to the middle of the van to give them all better positions from which to feel her body. Six hands ran over her. Her fits were being massaged roughly and two hands were exploring her crotch. Making them wait was paying off. They were going at her with all the energy that they could muster. Ann could just lie there, enjoying their hands. They began unbuttoning her blouse, and she felt her skirt come loose around her waist, and pulled down her legs. She helped them remove her blouse. Before long, she was lying naked among the three horny kids who continued working on her.
Ann was having a ball lying there passively and letting the boys do all the work. Her marijuana-addled brain registered every kiss, every squeeze and every poke. There was a sucking boy on each of her fits, and the difference in their sucking technique was fascinating to her, not to mention incredibly erotic. Her cunt was holding about four or five fingers that belonged to all three of them. She wondered how they managed to get a good feel on her cunt with all the competition. Fingers were reaching way up her cunt-tunnel, and others were probing the outer regions of the wet gash.
Ann opened her eyes to see what was happening, and noticed that one of them was taking his clothes off. When he was naked, he cleared his friends from between her legs and lowered himself over her. She felt the round sponginess of his cock-head knocking at the door of her pussy. Ann spread her legs wide, and the kid's cock slid smoothly up her cunt-hole. Her body curled up slightly as the intense feeling flooded her pot-soaked consciousness. The horny fucker began pumping his rod in and out with all his teenage enthusiasm. His hard prick traveled the entire length of her tight hole.
The other kids were stripping their clothes off as they grew anxious to take their own turns. Ann was getting ecstatic with the strong fucking she was getting, and the thought that the two others would take over when her present fucker was spent, sent her to the gates of heaven. The prick in her twat was stirring up her ardor, and once again she was doing what she loved most in life.
The pot made Ann feel that she was outside her body, yet she could feel with heightened clarity everything that was happening to her. . She could see herself lying on the plush carpet with her legs spread, and the guy lying between them. She could see his ass rising and falling as he drove his prick in and out of her cunt. His balls were hanging below his ass, and with every plunge he made, they swung and crashed against her ass.
While she watched the action in her imagination, the feeling of his ram-rod-was very real. The flesh of her cunt lining was being pulled and pressed by the pistoning action of that hard and huge dick. Every time he brought his hips forward and plunged his dong in, the pubic bone pressed her clit, causing an additional wave of pleasure to emanate from her pussy.
The boy had a very nice way of fucking. All his movements were iii his hips, unlike some guys who moved their whole bodies up and down. He kept his body firmly pressed on her. His face was buried in the nape of her neck, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Ann used her cunt muscles to massage his cock as it slipped in and out. She made her cunt as tight as she could to increase the friction.
The boys watching Were getting excited, too. They sat on their haunches, their pricks stiff and sticking out into the crowded van. They waited for their friend to come so they could take his place.
They didn't have to wait long. With the milking motion of Ann's well-trained cunt, it didn't take long for her to bring the young boy to a climax.
She didn't want to draw it out, because she knew there was another hard prick in the wings. The kid on her began panting and grunting. Soon his jism was spurting into her snatch. As soon as his body stopped jerking with his orgasm, his buddies pulled him off her. Ann's body felt cool without the warmth of a hot stud lying on her, but she was soon warm again as one of the other kids climbed on her.
A new cock slipped into her cunt, and into the mixture of her twat juice and his friend's cunt. As the new mount began pumping, Ann was nearing her own climax. The boy felt her cunt contracting and clamping tightly on his cock as she came. The relatively small area of the van contained her desperate moaning, and made it sound very loud. With the boy still going strong, and another waiting, Ann knew that she was in for a long line of orgasms that would get better and better until she was out of her head with delight.
Her next climax came at the same time as her stud's, and as they came together, their bodies writhed in a dance of sexual ecstasy. The boy finished before Ann, but she held him tightly in her arms and bucked her hips. The wrung-out kid bounced like a rag doll on her as she completed her orgasm. When she let him go, he roiled off her and lay exhausted beside her while the last kid took his turn.
The last one bad the biggest cock by far, and although her pussy had been stretched by the last two pricks she had in there, Ann couldn't help crying out as he shoved the length of his fat cock up her drenched pussy. Ann wasn't quite ready for such a huge prick, and she began moaning in a combination of pain and ecstasy. She could feel every contour of that enormous dong as it raked the tender lining of her cunt. Having just fucked two other guys made her snatch even more sensitive than usual.
Ann's whole body reacted to the plummeting prick, and as he pumped it into her, she jerked convulsively. It seemed that the king-sized rod was going to impale her by going through her entire body. She imagined herself dangling on his cock, limp and spent, as he got up and walked away. As her pussy began stretching to conform to the size of the kid's prick, Ann relaxed and started enjoying it. The pain subsided, and the pleasure mounted.
The thick bead of the mammoth tool felt fantastic now, as it slid up her cave and hit the ye end of the line, then slid out until the cock-he spread her puffy cunt-lips wide. The boy was increasing the speed of his thrusts as his passion  mounted, and the friction was heating Ann's cunt even mare than her own lust had heated it.
As she lay there under his onslaught, her body seemed to disappear. The only thing she was  a ware of was her cunt, filled to the point where it was about to split, with the stud's plunging, enormous prick. Every stroke of his cock in her pussy sent a wave of intense rapture through her, and every wave was saved in a bank of pleasure in her brain until the well of ecstasy overflowed and she came.
The two other kids were fascinated by the sight before them. They knew that their buddy had a prize-winning prick, and were eager to see it in action. They could see by the expression on Ann's face that the big prick was more than she expected. They watched as her tortured features began to change to a look of unbelieving passion. Her mouth opened as if she were going to scream, but no sound was heard..
They noticed that her arms and legs were twisted grotesquely by her muscles which were tensed by extreme ecstasy. As their big-cocked friend sped up his bobbing, hips, they saw how Ann's body began jerking with the rhythm of his cock-shoving. It was a good show, and as they watched, their own pricks began inflating once again. They were getting eager to have another go at her.
The ecstasy that had been building up in Ann exploded. She was overcome with lust once again that day. Her body writhed and her voice once again rose in a howl of fulfillment. The huge cock in her had brought her off in a huge climax, and she was out of her bead with wild passion. She was so far gone that she couldn't even feel the ocean of jism that was spurting into her snatch. Her cunt was so full by this time that the gooey stuff was oozing down the smooth, round bottoms of her ass-cheeks and onto the carpet under her.
When the owner of the gigantic prick collapsed in a heap on top of her, Ann's body was still twitching with residual pangs of pleasure. The boy's friends had to drag him off to make room for themselves. The kid who had gone first climbed back on her, and before Ann had recovered from the last fuck, she was being plugged by another, albeit smaller, cock. Her brain didn't have a chance to unscramble from the eruption of her last charge of ecstasy, and now she was experiencing another build-up of passion. Her body began tensing in pleasure once again, and her fuse was on the verge of blowing.
She was in such a state of disoriented lust that she hardly heard the boy who was waiting his turn say, "Let's turn her over so we can both work on her." Nor was she really aware of it when they turned her over and setter up on all fours. The fucker had taken his cock out of her cunt long enough for that maneuver, than put it back in from the back, doggie-style. His friend kneeled in front of her face and stuck his stiff prick into her slack mouth. Almost unconsciously Ann began sucking his rod as an innate instinct was triggered by the touch of a cock on her lips.
Ann was floating on a cloud of sexual delirium.  She had managed to get herself into another fantastic orgy, and if she could think straight, she would have congratulated herself. The two cocks sliding into her from each end were giving her all she needed to live a happy life. By now, she was in a perpetual state of orgasm. The pleasure of lust had risen in her and had gotten stuck. She was on a high plateau of pleasure.
The cock in her mouth was thrusting way down her throat and the one in her cunt was pushing deep into her body; the two pricks were almost meeting inside her. Ann had to grab what air she could when the prick in her mouth~ retreated enough to allow her to breathe.
"Mm! Mm! Mm!" she repeated on the prick in her mouth.
The boy behind her was moving steadily back and forth, driving his cock relentlessly in and out.  His belly slapped against her rump with a loud slap every time he drove the plunging prick home. His balls swung wildly as he pumped, and with every thrust, they swung up and touched her pussy curls.
While his two friends were stuffing Ann with their pricks, the boy with the super-cock noticed a few guys he knew walking through the parking lot. He opened the door of the van and called to them. When he showed them what was going on in there, they climbed in and began pulling off their clothes Ann was obvious to what was going on but if she had known, she would have been very happy.
The boy with his prick in her mouth came with a surprising rush of cum, and Ann just barely managed to swallow it without drowning. As the spent boy fell away, he was replaced immediately by one of the new comers. He stuck his tool in Ann's mouth and she automatically began sucking it.
The boy behind her came, and he was replaced by the other new-corner. Ann hardly noticed the switch.
One of the boys who had just finished with her, threw his clothes on and, in a fit of generosity, went into the bar and told another guy he knew about the action in the van. Before coming out, he told someone else. Before long, the van was full of horny young kids who were taking their clothes off and trying to get their cocks stuck into one of Ann's gorgeous holes. It got through to her muddled brain that there were more kids pressing themselves on her than there had been before, and she smiled slyly when her mouth was free of a prick for a few seconds.
The van was being surrounded with young kids with hard-ons just dying for a chance to fuck the chick who was described as a horny kid's perfect wet-dream. The original three fuckers abandoned the van, and their new friend as the mob pressed in like a tidal wave.
Ann was fucked a thousand times. Her twat, ass and stomach were full of the spewing of countless pricks. It was hours before all the kids who were willing to wait their turn had had, their fill of her. Finally she was left, lying in the van in a puddle of spilled cum. There was a smile permanently etched on her face, and she was slowly coming down from a peak of sexual frenzy that she had rarely reached in her life.
When the kid who owned the van came back for it the next morning, she was gone. He wondered if it could have been a dream, a dream he shared with about a hundred other guys. In any case, it wasn't something that happened every day. It was quite an experience.
Ann had managed to get up and drive home. When the doorman saw her staggering up the walk, wrapped in her blanket, he ran out to help her. He couldn't quite decide if she needed help. Under the blanket she was naked he could tell because she kept dropping it and her hair was a mess. The expression on her face told him that she was content and very happy, though, so he 'led her up to her apartment and put her in bed. She thanked him in a soft, faraway-sounding voice. She kept smiling until she fell into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER FIVE
Ann didn't wake up until the middle of the next afternoon. When she did, the events of the night before came back to her slowly. Her cunt reminded her that she must have been only semiconscious, because she didn't remember as many cocks as it must have taken to make her cunt as sore as it was. She lay in the warmth of her bed and let her mind drift back to the night before. The bar, the van and all those boys came back to her. She remembered getting fucked until she was in a state of numb ecstasy. It had been great.
An hour went by before Ann was able to getup the energy to do anything. Slowly she climbed out of bed and into the shower. The cleansing and soothing effects of the streaming hot water on her body made her feel like a new woman, but her cunt was still sore, and she knew that she would have to give it a rest; for at least a day she would have to forego fucking. Of course that didn't mean that she couldn't do a lot of other things in the meantime. She would just have to keep big cocks out of her box for a while.
Ann thought she would go back to bed after her shower, but when she stepped out of the bathroom, she felt so good and renewed that she wanted to start a new day and see what it would bring. It was a little difficult to walk normally with a sore and sensitive pussy, so she made her way slowly around the apartment and fixed herself a nice breakfast. With a clean body and a full stomach, Ann was ready to go out and see what should dig up in the way of excitement.
Big-cocked boys were definitely out until her snatch felt better, so she thought about other possibilities. Suddenly she thought about Rose, an old friend. She hadn't seen her for a while and she was always a lot of fun. Ann dressed especially for Rose, knowing how much clothes, especially underwear, meant to hen Ann was getting excited about visiting her old friend, but she had to take it slowly or her cunt would hun. It did seem to be getting better, though, and Ann hoped that it would be ready for action again soon.
Ann drove quickly to Rose's place; and as she climbed out of her Jag, she noticed Rose's beat-up MGA in the lot. Then she was home, great. Ann would have been very disappointed if she missed her, but Rose spent most of her time at home with her hobbies. As Ann walked up the four flights of stain to Rose's apartment, she thought about their l6ng friendship. The two of them met when they were teenagers. It was Rose who introduced Ann to the side of sex that she hadn't tried yet at the ripe ages of sixteen lesbianism. She would be eternally grateful to this woman for opening up that wonderful realm to her. She knocked softly on Rose's door. From inside the apartment, she could hear an old Bessie Smith record playing.
The door swung open and Ann feasted her eyes on her old friend. Rose stood there decked out in her usual outlandish style. She wore jeans as tight as her skin and an old jersey with the words "Camp Wanakeoski" on the front. The words ' deformed as the jersey stretched over her big sagging tilt Rose was about the same age as Ann, but didn't have Ann's youthful look. The old girl looked her age, and maybe even older. Her face was pleasant though, and her figure was nice, a bit on the heavy side but not fat by any means. Mound her neck hung about a dozen necklaces, all of them heavy and gaudy. She wore even more bracelets than necklaces, and when she moved, she sounded like a cement mixer filled with empty beer bottles on a bumpy road.
"Well, look who's here!" Rose yelled in excitement when she saw Ann. "Come on in, you old whore."
"Hi, sweetie," Ann said. "What ya been up to?" "The same old thing, sucking as many pussies as I can get my hands on," Rose said.
Ann looked around the place. There were tons of antique knick-knacks. Tables with old lamps were everywhere and all the tables also held piles of old costume jewelry, little beaded purses, old perfume bottles and thousands of other miscellaneous pieces of junk. The walls were covered with old pictures of movie stars and views of natural beauty in the most awful colon that Ann had ever seen. The place was a museum of unwanted artifacts, and Rose was the most curious exhibit of all.
"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee? A doughnut? Can I eat you out?" Rose was a perfect hostess..
"I'll have a cup of tea, thank you," Ann said with mock politeness, "and, yes, my dear, you may eat me out, but later. My cunt. is quite sore from a marathon tucking."  Both women laughed and Rose went to put some water on. Ann followed her into the kitchen. The kitchen was full of stacked-up dishes that Rose hadn't been able to pass up at all the flea markets that she habitually attended. As Rose busied herself with pots and jars of exotic teas, Ann cleared off a chair and sat down.
"How's the MG running?" Ann asked.
"Pretty good, but when are you going to be through with that Jag?"
Ann had given the MG to Rose when her father; gave her the Jag for her birthday a few years back, and she promised the Jag to her when her father gave her a new car, as he did every now and then. The two veteran fuckers talked about old times, new times and future hopes. Drinking tea and eating Rose's home-made doughnuts in the cluttered kitchen made Ann feel really nice, and she was forgetting about her sore cunt.
"I've got some new thing I want to show you," Rose said.
"I figured that you would," Ann said.
When they finished the snack, they went into the living room. Rose disappeared into the bedroom and came out with her arms full of silky garments. She threw the pile on the floor in front of Ann. Ann looked through the pile. There were aid corsets, underpants of various sizes and shapes and brassieres. There were also some black panties without crotches and bras with holes where the nipples would poke through.
"Nice stuff," Ann said as she held some of the garments up for a better look.
"I've got a great idea," said Rose.
"I know, you want us to try this stuff on," Ann said, and laughed at the way Rose broached the subject, as if it were a new idea. They had been dressing up in ridiculous outfits for years.
"Well, what do you say, sweet-cunt? Rose asked eagerly."Sounds like fun," Ann said.
They both began undressing, throwing their clothes all over the room. In a few seconds Ann was standing in her underwear and Rose was staring at her with eyes as big as her tits. Ann had put on a special costume for Rose, and Rose was really enjoying it. Under her jeans, Ann wore a pair of black net stockings that were held up by a black, lacy garter belt. Ann was also wearing a pair of black panties like one of the ones that Rose had in her collection, with no crotch. Her furry muff stuck out between the nylon lips of the perverted undies. Around her chest, she wore a black cupless bra. It consisted of shoulder straps and a strap that went around her body, but instead of cups, there were little platforms that sat under her heavy tits and held them high and away from her body.
"Wow, baby, you look so good my cunt's as wet as Moby Dick!" Rose hollered, and rubbed her hands together greedily. "Don't let me touch you yet, it'll spoil all the fun. If I get my hands on you now, I won't be able to let go," Rose said as she walked towards Ann.
Ann began retreating from the big dyke's menacing approach. Both women were laughing at the game. Rose held her hands out and opened and closed her fists in a grasping motion as she pursued Ann around the room. Ann backed up, her laughter making it difficult to get away. Rose lunged and grabbed Ann around the waist. Ann howled with surprise as Rose lifted her over her shoulder.
"The mean dyke captures the fair maiden and carries her to her cave!" Rose yelled as she carried Ann around the room.
"It's okay with me, but I thought you wanted to play with your pile of underwear!" Ann hollered back.
"Okay, baby, I can wait," Rose said and put Ann down.
Rose pulled her clothes off until she was naked. Her figure was solid but shapely. Her tits were even bigger than Ann's, but they didn't have the springiness and firmness of Ann's. Rose had a layer of padding under her smooth white skin, but it was spread around nicely and didn't hang off her body as it would have if she wasn't in such good physical condition. Her hips were ~wide, her ass was full and had a sag that matched that of her fits. When Ann looked at her friend's hairy crotch, her mouth began to water with the memory of sucking that juicy slice of pie.
Rose watched with bulging eyes as Ann took off her sexy undies and kept her eyes on her as Ann walked around the room. As her tits rose and fell heavily with her movements, Rose had to restrain herself from running over to her and grabbing those bobbing jugs.
The two lezzies began pawing through the pile of underwear. Ann picked out a pair of old-style panties. They were made of pink silk, and fit her loosely. Aim began modeling the panties for Rose, who watched her with rapt attention. Ann walked one way, then the other with her hands on her hips. She turned her back on Rose and gave her a good view of her back and ass. The pink silk hung over Ann's firm, round ass, giving it a half-hidden, but sexy look. Then Ann walked to the couch and sat on the arm, drawing one leg up. The loose pant leg exposed Ann's curly pussy hair . to Rose's lascivious gaze. Ann noticed the effect she was having on her lesbian lover and played the role to the hilt. Getting up, she held her tits in her hands and walked towards Rose. When she saw that Rose was about to. leap at her, she backed away.
Ann began to do a dance as she scuffled away from Rose's grasp. She shook her hi and Rose could see her ass-cheeks quivering under the silk of. the undies, Ann moved her shimmy up her body so her hips stopped and her tits started. The big globes vibrated and slapped against each other. Without stopping her dance, Ann pulled the panties off and put on a different pair. These were a pair of bikini panties that were too tight for her. She stopped dancing and pulled them up tight against her crotch. They dug into her sides and ass, creasing Ann's soft hips. Rose was struck dumb at the sight.
Ann walked around the room in the tight undies and enjoyed the way they squeezed her. She looked at herself in a minor that hung on a wall. She could see her cunt outlined clearly under the sheer fabric. Hairs stuck out of the leg holes.. Turning, Ann looked over her shoulder at her nylon-encased ass. The panties compressed her checks like sausages in a tight casing. The material stretched taut over the crack between those cheeks. Ann grabbed the waistband of the garment and pulled them up as she squatted down, causing the crotch of them to slip into the crack of her cunt and ass. She felt the twisted rope of nylon crotch material pressing on her clit and cunt-lips. Her face reflected the wave of passion that the feeling in her cunt sent through her. She pressed her asshole out and felt the cool nylon on the puckered opening.
Looking at Rose told Ann that the sight of her wearing those too-tight panties in that weird way was giving her as much pleasure as she was getting from wearing them that way. Rose stared at Ann's cunt-lips spread on each side of the nylon crotch, and licked her lips. Ann stripped them from her suddenly and threw them into Rose's face. Rose caught the tiny panties, pressed them to her mouth and nose, and inhaled deeply. The funky odor of her friend's pussy filled her head. The warm, wet crotch moistened her lips with the juice picked up in Ann's cunt.
As Rose was miffing the wet undies, Ann was once again looking through the pile on the floor, looked at herself in a minor that hung on a wall. She could see her cunt outlined clearly under the sheer fabric. Hairs stuck out of the leg holes.. Turning, Ann looked over her shoulder at her nylon-encased ass. The panties compressed her checks like sausages in a tight casing. The material stretched taut over the crack between those cheeks. Ann grabbed the waistband of the garment and pulled them up as she squatted down, causing the crotch of them to slip into the crack of her cunt and ass. She felt the twisted rope of nylon crotch material pressing on her clit and cunt-lips. Her face reflected the wave of passion that the feeling in her cunt sent through her. She pressed her asshole out and felt the cool nylon on the puckered opening.
Looking at Rose told Ann that the sight of her wearing those too-tight panties in that weird way was giving her as much pleasure as she was getting from wearing them that way. Rose stared at Ann's cunt-lips spread on each side of the nylon crotch, and licked her lips. Ann stripped them from her suddenly and threw them into Rose's face. Rose caught the tiny panties, pressed them to her mouth and nose, and inhaled deeply. The funky odor of her friend's pussy filled her head. The warm, wet crotch moistened her lips with the juice picked up in Ann's cunt.
As Rose was miffing the wet undies, Ann was once again looking through the pile on the floor.
This time she picked out an old corset. As she pulled it up, it seemed that it would never stop coming; it was a long piece of heavy material covered with buttons and snaps, and miles of laces hung from it. Rose rushed over and helped Ann put it on. It was designed to be a bra and a girdle, and it covered everything in between. The bra part of it was way too small, but Ann tried to stuff her tits into it anyway. They overflowed the confines of the old thing and she managed to keep her nipples just within it.
Rose started lacing it up her back and Ann inhaled so she could draw it tight. As she laced it down, the corset hugged Ann's body from her tits to her crotch. When Rose finished lacing it up, she stepped back to look at it. Ann turned slowly in a circle, giving them both a good look at her in it. Ann stared at her comet-clad body in the minor. She saw her tits bulging out of the top, her nipples rising like the sun over the horizon. The comet held her tightly and made her look a lot thinner than she really was. The garment flared with her hip but held her belly in and her ass was held solid and immobile. The bottom of her pubic triangle could be seen below the bottom of the comet. With her. back to the mirror, Ann looked over her shoulder and saw the round bottoms of her ass-cheeks peeking out from under the strange outfit.
Rose came up to her and ran her hands over the thick material of the comet, feeling Ann's body wrapped within. She put her arms around Ann and held her lightly against her body. She kissed her passionately. Ann kissed her back with equal vigor. There tongues came together in a wrestling match between their open lips. Ann felt Rose's fingers on the bottoms of her ass that hung out under the girdle. Her fingers crept closer and closer to the oozing gash between her legs. Ann's body began trembling with lust.
Rose let her lover go, ran over to the pile and searched through it. Finally she picked out a few things and began putting them on. Ann watched while the pulled a black nylon pair of undies over her wide hips, and then strapped herself into a fight, elastic bra. Rose opened a drawer in a near-by table and pulled out a pair of scissors. Grabbing the bra by the tip of the cup, she pulled on it and cut it off. Ann was afraid she might cut her nipple off, too, but was relieved when she saw Rose's large brown nipple sticking out of the hole she had just cut. She did the same to the other cup, then walked back over to Ann with her nipples sticking out of the bra. Ann had to admit that she looked sexy as hell.
Again they embraced and kissed. It was strange to have someone in your arms and not be able to feel them directly, only through a thick layer of elastic. Ann was getting yew wet and anxious for Rose to get on with it.
She didn't have long to wait. Rose led her to a couch and sat her down. Ann lifted her legs and placed one up on either side of Rose's head. Rose knelt down in front of her and stand into her crotch. The hem of the corset framed the picture. Rose spread Ann's legs farther apart She looked at Ann's cunt and her mouth watered. Ann's cunt-lips were spread and the crooked ridges of the inner lips showed the shine of the love cream that coated the cunt interior. The cunt stuck out of the point where the inner lips came together. The dark cave was opened slightly and seemed to beckon to Rose. Beneath her  pussy, her puckered asshole was tucked away between the mounds of her buns.
Rose kissed one of Ann's knees lightly, then the other. Gradually, she began kissing the tender skin inside her thighs, getting closer and closer to her steaming crotch. Ann sat there, as still as she could, while Rose's kisses sent tingling, erotic sensations up her spine. She couldn't help shivering as Rose's lips neared her twat.
When Rose did near her cunt, she stuck her tongue way out and ran the tip through the crease between her upper thigh and the soft mound of her cunt. She did that on both sides several times, then carefully stuck her tongue in the pink opening and very lightly touched the wet, flesh in there. Her tongue tip traveled over the slick skin just inside the opening from the front corner to the back. Ann's bristling hair tickled her nose and chin as she ran her tongue around the cunt-lips, getting closer to it with each trip around. Every time Rose's tongue passed over Ann's cut, a shiver ran through her.
While Rose was tickling her twat, Ann was playing with her own fits. She grabbed one in each hand and pulled them out of the comet. She moved them around in unison with the circles that Rose was making with her tongue in Ann's cunt. Her nipples were hard as rocks and pressed into her palms.
As Rose centered her licks on Ann's clit, Ann lifted one of her tits and sucked the hard, brown circle of tightly drawn flesh into her own mouth. Her head began to float, on the clouds of sexual pleasure. The soreness of her pussy was forgotten as Rose's soft and soothing tongue pressed into the wet folds of her cunt.
Ann wrapped her legs around her friend's head as Rose sent her tongue deeper into her cunt. Her tongue was reaching up the dark cave, licking the tender, drooling walls. Around and around the strong tongue lapped and twisted while the heavy cream ran down Rose's throat.
Rose put her hands under Ann's thighs and lifted them higher. This brought Ann's asshole out from the valley it had been hiding in. The tightness of the corset seemed to squeeze the puckered hole out. Rose moved her mouth down Ann's gash towards the distended bung. Her lips met the puckered flesh and her tongue came out and touched the center of the ring. As Ann held her breath in gripping lust, Rose forced her tongue up the tight sleeve of her asshole. She stuffed her tongue as far in as she could and began wiggling it around as fast and wildly as the tight confines of that chamber would allow.
Ann's moans were muffled by the tit which she was still sucking as Rose's tongue drove her wild. She worked the muscles in her ass with as much energy as Rose was exerting on her ass through her tongue. Ann tried to stick her asshole out even farther than it already was so Rose could get her tongue higher up the funky tube. Rose's teeth were already pressing into the flesh surrounding the brown hole.
When Rose instinctively knew that she had brought Ann as far as she could by way of her asshole, she withdrew her tongue and went to work on her cunt once again. Ann was moaning steadily and loudly by this time, and Rose was going to bring her to a crashing climax. She covered the squirming pink interior of her cunt with broad, powerful swipes of her tongue, lapping her like a horse lapping a salt lick. Each wipe of her tongue covered the whole soaking mess of her cunt meat. The inner lips were pressed and stroked up to her dit, which was petted roughly by the lashing tongue.
Ann's face was screwed up in an expression of advanced ecstasy. She had dropped her tit as she lost control of her muscles and her entire body quivered. Her breath charged in and out of her lungs as her chest heaved and strained against the tight wrapping of the comet.
"Ah! AAHHH!" Ann's voice rose in a crescendo of lust.
Rose gave Ann her best and Ann exploded in a burst of joy. Her body jerked, and Rose eased up on her lapping. Rose got up and sat don on the couch next to her limp lover. Putting her arms around Ann, she held her while she recovered from the strain of coming. Ann wanted to return the cunt-lapping, and soon she was ready.
Ann pushed Rose into a reclining position and sank down between her legs. She rested her cheek on the nylon panties that covered Rose's crotch. Ann had a sense of style and she knew what Rose liked, so she slowly stuck her fingers into the crotch of the panties and grabbed the wet material in her fist. Then., with a mighty tug, she ripped the crotch right out of the garment, leaving the top of it around Rose's waist, hanging in tattered shreds around her belly and ass.
Ann heard Rose gasp in shocked surprise at her violent outburst. To keep things ever-changing, she once again became docile and tender. Ann rubbed her lips on the coarse pile of pubic hair that covered Rose's plump cunt-mound. The mist of evaporating cunt squeezings rose from her hot gash and covered Ann's face with its warmth. Ann slowly brought her mouth to that oozing cunt-mouth and stuck her tongue in it.
Ann was every bit as good at pussy-eating, as Rose, and she gave her as thorough a job as she had received. It was a slow starting, but rapidly increasing tongue-lashing that left Rose gasping and wailing in senseless ecstasy.
When both of them had had enough for a whi1e, they lay on the couch in each other's arms and talked. Rose offered to make dinner for both of them, and they decided to take in a movie that evening.
Rose made a delicious dinner and they polished off a bottle of wine with it. They sat on the couch once again and browsed through the entertainment section of the newspaper. There were several new porno flicks in town, and they finally picked one out. Before they left, Rose rolled a few fat joints to smoke on the way to the show. They got into the Jag, and the two sped off to the movies, their hands on each other's crotches and the joint of pot passed back and forth.
CHAPTER SIX 
Ann was excited about seeing the movie. After a lot of flicking and sucking, it was nice to relax and watch other people doing it for a while. Once in a while she even picked up a new trick, but not terribly often. After all, when a woman has devoted the last twenty years of her life to sex, there wasn't too much she hadn't tried at least once. Still, sex technique was an infinite art, and there was always something new.
The theater was fairly crowded, but they found two seats near the front. They both liked sitting close to the screen so they could see every hair and every gone bump. The movie started and the two women settled down to watch. The characters were young and good-looking, and Ann didn't have any trouble getting into the spirit of the film. She imagined herself playing every role. Rose was a     more vociferous movie fan, and she whistled and yelped and applauded at everything in the film that turned her on, mainly the perky chicks.
As they sat watching a scene that showed a man fucking two young girls, Ann was so engrossed that she imagined she felt the man's hand on her hip. The illusion was so real that she couldn't believe it. On closer examination, it turned out that there really was a hand on her hip. It belonged to the guy sitting next to her. At first she didn't know what to do. She thought of telling Rose about it and having her punch the guy out, but she didn't want to act rashly. She looked over at the guy and found that he was a nice-looking and relatively young stud. Maybe she should take advantage of the situation, she thought.
She let the guy was her side for a while, then leaned towards Rose so she could lift the ass-cheek near the guy, giving him access to her bottom, if he wanted to take advantage of it.
He did. Taking Ann's movement as an invitation, he slipped his hand under her and felt the warm fullness of her ass. Ann was beginning to enjoy the guy's attention and her cunt was dampening her pants. She wondered if the guy could feel the moisture through her clothing.
She had put her crotchless panties on again before leaving Rose's place, and she was flying to figure out bow she could manage to get this guy's fingers in her pussy. He was pushing his fingers against her cunt and it felt peat, but that wasn't enough for her; she wanted to feel his fingers in the wet fold of her snatch.
Slyly, she unfastened her pants and loosened the waistband. Tugging the top of the pants down on the side where the guy was sitting, she provided an entrance for his hand. He didn't fail to notice, and in a second, he pulled his hand out from under her and stuck it in her pants.
There wasn't much room in her tight-fitting jeans and the guy had to wiggle his hand around and shove hard to get to the region of her cunt. When he did, though, and found that her underpants had no crotch, he dove right in with his strong fingers.
Ann gasped as she felt him enter her twat. He knew what to do with a hot cunt and Ann started getting the rewards of her generosity immediately. Ann lifted the leg near the guy and put her foot on the back of the seat in front of them so he had a little more room to maneuver in. He was sticking one finger after another in her until he had all four fingers tucked in her soaking twat. He had to leave his thumb out considering the difficulty of the situation.
Ann wanted to spread the joy, so she reached for Rose's belt and unfastened it. In another minute, her fingers were creeping into her girl friend's match. She copied every move the boy made in her cunt, in Rose's. When he slipped his middle finger up her tunnel, she did the same to Rose. Meanwhile, they were getting off on the movie, too.
With the visual excitement of the film and the tactile stimulation she was getting from the guy's fingering and the thrill of fingering Rose, Ann was having a ball. Electric waves of pleasure were rising in her and she knew she would have to have this guy bring her off. Being fair about it, she put her hand in his lap and felt the hard bone in his pants. The guy unzipped his fly and she pulled his rod out. Then, as he massaged the interior of her cunt, she stroked his prick. She pulled the loose skin up and down with a steady rhythm. Now both her hands were busy giving sexual rapture to two different people. It made Ann feel great to be handing out so much pleasure. The fingers in her cunt were making her feel pretty good, too.
Rose wanted to repay Ann and reached for her cunt. When she began probing, though, she found the area taken care of. She looked at Ann and they smiled gleefully at each other. The owner of the fingers in Ann's cunt looked to see who was trying to move in and saw what Ann was doing to Rose. So, a copy-cat, he noticed. Well, that was okay. When they til knew what was going on, they sat back and watched the film and kept their fingers at work.
Ann and Rose began feeling their lust rising to the point where it was getting difficult keeping quiet. Ann could hear the guy next to her begin to grunt, too. The three of them were making muffled sounds of ecstasy and they wondered if the people around them could hear what was going on. Every now and then, a gasp or moan would escape unmuffled and everyone in the theater could hear that something as going on over there, near the front. If anyone looked in their direction, they would have seen three people squirming around in their seats with passionate sensuality.
>From the corner of her eye, Ann saw a white pearl leap high in the air over the prick she was stroking, and a second later felt the hot wetness seep over her hand. The guy was trying, without much success, to be quiet about his ecstasy, but his groans of pleasure could be heard clearly.
Ann and Rose, were moaning in harmony as they began to come. The ringers in Ann's cunt had positioned themselves skillfully to give her the maximum mount of pleasure. Two fingers wen stuck up her cunt cave and two others were nabbing her clit.  She was using her fingers in the same way on Rose's cunt. Rose grabbed Ann's other hand and they squeezed their hands together as they came.
When her climax was completed, her aggressive neighbor removed his hand. Ann leaned over and thanked him, then offered him some of her popcorn. She didn't want it any more, because she wanted to enjoy licking both her hands clean. As she watched the cocks on the screen spurting and the cunts drooling, she could taste the flavors of the real thing on her own hands. After the movie, Ann and Rose talked about it and about the finger-fucking they both received. They giggled and laughed like they did when they were teenagers. The two of them always had a good time together and that night was one of the best.
Ann dropped Rose off and found herself on the freeway once again. She was on her way home after another great day. She had a lot of fun and managed to keep big pricks out of her cant to let the poor thing recover from the night before. When Ann crawled in bed that night, she thought about how lucky she was to be able to pursue her hobby full-time. A lot of money and a beautiful body had made life very pleasant for her.      CHAPTER SEVEN The next morning Ann woke up feeling great The sunlight was streaming through her bedroom window and she knew it was going to be a beautiful day. Stretching lazily, Ann decided to treat herself to a long, lazy tub bath.
Ann lay in the tub for a long time. When the water began to cool off, she turned on the hot faucet and heated it up again. Her skin was turning pink and wrinkly and her muscles were turned to icily, but she still didn't want to get out of the tub. As she soaked, the phone rang. Ann picked up her bathroom extension.
It was Jane, her sister. She was going to be in town for a few days and waned to see her. She was with her husband and their son. They made arrangements to meet for dinner.
Ann was glad that her sister and her family were in town. They didn't see each other often and Ann. liked her sister. It seemed that families were always splitting up these days, and Ann thought that was too bad. Well, she would have to get put of the tub before dinner time, anyhow. Until then, though, she could lie there and soak. For a while she even actually fell asleep. When she woke up, she realized that she would have to get out of the tub anyhow; she was getting hungry.
Her hunger overcoming her laziness, she got out of the tub and threw her robe on. As she prowled around the kitchen looking for food, she decided to go out for lunch. It was that or peanut butter and after-dinner mints. She would have to do some shopping soon. When she went into the bedroom to get dressed, she found her wardrobe in the same condition as her pantry: depicted, nothing clean. There was another possibility, though, and it might turn out interesting. If it worked out, she could have her cake, or in this case, her pizza, and eat it, too.
She called her local pizza parlor and ordered their biggest pizza with everything on it. She wrote a note that said, "Please come right in with the pizza," and put it on her door. Then she hopped back in the tub, congratulating herself on her ingenuity. When she was in the tub again, there was nothing to do but soak and wait for her lunch.
Before long, she heard someone enter the front door.  "I'm in here," she hollered.
She heard someone walking around and she called out again. Finally a young kid stuck his head in the open bathroom door. He was good-looking but seemed reluctant to come in. She had to tell him to put the pizza down on the table that held a vase full Of flowers. The boy was obviously shy, but he kept stealing glances at her. Her huge tits floating in the tub were quite a sight.
"I don't have any money on me," she said. "Will you be a dear and bring me my purse?" She told him where he would find it.
The boy looked bewildered but interested. Ann could tell he -was drinking up the water from the tub in his imagination to get a better look. She was glad she hadn't used any bubble bath this lime and the water was crystal clear. The boy came back and handed her the purse. Ann gave him money and a big tip. She could feel his gaze on her submerged body.
"Would you like to stay and help mc eat. the pizza?" she asked.
"Gee I just ate a whole one myself a little while ago," he said sadly.
"Well in that case, I guess there's no reason for you "But I guess I could eat a little more," he interrupted. She knew he wasn't going to leave if he didn't have to.
Ann sent him into the kitchen to get a couple of  beers. When he came back they began eating the pizza. Between bites, Ann asked him about himself and they carried on a casual conversation. The poor kid had trouble keeping track of what was  being said. Ann's naked body was a big distraction. She knew exactly what was going on in his mind, of course, because she had the same thing in her mind. With her experience she was able to remain in control and the boy was about to go nuts. Ann enjoyed his frustration and knew she was going to make it up to him.
She ate piece after piece of pizza while the delivery boy was nibbling on his first piece. Ann sent him after another bottle of beer for each of them. She was in no hurry. When she was full, she wiped her mouth daintily with a napkin.
"Delicious," she said. She looked at the boy and could see that he didn't want to leave. He didn't say anything, but kept glancing at her tits.
"Would you like to hop in the tub with me?" Ann asked nonchalantly, and almost laughed when she saw the boy's reaction. His eyes opened wider than she would have thought possible and his jaw dropped to his chest.
When he just stood there dumbfounded, Ann repeated her invitation.
"S-Sure," he finally stammered, and began pulling off his clothing.
When he pulled d6wn his pants, and his stiff prick sprang into view, Ann was pleased with herself once more for thinking up the idea of ordering a pizza. I had a beautiful prick standing out from his crotch, twitching in the allegro rhythm of lust. He stepped into the water and sat facing her, with his back against the opposite end of the tub. They intertwined their legs. The boy's prick-head broke the surface of the water.
Ann slipped her foot into the boy's crotch and touched his balls with her toes. Lightly, she jostled the floating gonads. She felt his foot wiggle its way to her pussy and poke the hairy mound with his big toe. As they goosed each other with their feet, they looked at each other with smiles on their faces. When the foot work was getting tiring, Ann motioned with her finger for the kid to join her on her end of the tub. With a lot of splashing, the kid moved beside her. The tub wasn't quite wide enough for them to sit comfortably side by side, so they turned on their sides facing one another.
Ann put her arms around the boy's neck and pulled herself tightly against him. As her tits pressed into his flat, hard chest, their lips met. With opened mouths and lashing tongues, they kissed wildly. All the horny passion that had been mounting in the youth as he sat watching Ann in the tub, began to flow from him via grasping hands and a devouring kissing style. His lust was contagious, and Ann was getting crazy, too. Her juices were mingling with the bath water.
The boy was becoming more enthusiastic by the second. He was handling her tits roughly, squeezing them and bouncing them around. The firm tit-flesh was being kneaded like a big lump of dough that refused to take the shape of a loaf and teased the baker into trying harder. Her nipples were hard and sticking out from the ends of her jugs at least an inch. The kid pinched the gum-drop nipp1es and poked them into the pillow of tit, then let them pop out again.
He was wrapping his legs around hers and his cock poked her in the thigh and belly. They were rolling around wildly in the tub as water splashed
fingers wrapped around it felt so good that he didn't want to do that.
Ann squeezed his cock-head tightly but gently. Then she slid her hand down the length of the boner, her fingers raking softly over the 'veiny pole. When she reached the sac at the base of his tower, she took it in her outstretched hand and held it seductively. Her fingertips were spread around the circumference of the sac, way down under his crotch. She massaged the tender area under his balls, near his asshole. Her ball-holding was having a calming effect on the kid and he wasn't splashing around nearly as much.
Instead, he lay beside her and reached for her pussy. His large hand wrapped around the curve of her mound. He held the soft padding of her snatch tightly and squeezed the juice from it. Ann trembled slightly as the fatty tissues of her outer lips pressed her cut and sensitive inner lips in a tight bundle. Releasing his grip on the curved twat-mound, he slipped his middle finger into the slit. Ann was pleased to find that the kid knew his way around a cunt. He moved the probing fingertip over her~ gash, spreading it and releasing the copious fluid that was flowing down her tunnel.
His finger traveled all around with the gash, feeling, exploring and massaging. Ann threw one leg over the rim of the tub to spread her crotch wider. The warm bath water flowed into her snatch with the boy's finger. Ann moved her hand from his nuts, back to his- prick. She didn't want to be too rough with the throbbing rod, because she wanted to make him last as long as possible. She used all her talent to caress his prick with excitement, yet not get him too excited. Rather than jerk the skin of his cock up and down, or use any obvious type of stimulation, Ann tickled him with her fingertips, then squeezed his rod and made it vibrate in a frenzy of horny energy.
The boy slipped a finger past the inner mouth of her puny and entered the satin-lined chamber. The  walls of her cave were oozing with warm lubricating fluid that covered his hand. He felt the contours of that pocket with his finger and was surprised when the walls compressed on his searching finger, as Ann used her clever cunt muscles to give him an encouraging squeeze. The kid added a few more lingers to the on already in there and by spreading them, he stretched the walls of her twat canal until it was a wide cavern. Ann gasped as he shoved his hand farther in her hole.
When lie had all four fingers in there, he put his thumb on her clit and wiggled it around. He. was. turning out to be a good lover. Ann was going wild with passion. The fingers in her pussy were stirring up her lust and it was showing in her fast, heavy breathing. They were still kissing; but suddenly he slid down and gabbed one of her hard nipples in his mouth. He sucked the whole thing in, and began sucking strongly on it. The hard nipple felt good on his tongue as he licked it with passion. His soft, warm tongue stroked the hard knob over and over. He could feel the bumpy skin of her areola around the protruding nipple on the moist surface of his tongue.
Ann wanted the kid to bring her to an orgasm with his finger, then fuck her. She would try for another orgasm with his prick as the stimulant, and come with him. She was nearing an orgasm already, and she still kept the kid relatively cool by not giving his prick too much friction. The pleasurable sensation his tit-sucking was sending through her, joined with the lust from her twat, and collected in a reservoir of sexual bliss.
"Ohh, that feels so good," she said in a desperate voice. "Suck me a little harder, yes, that's it. Ahh."  Her words spurred the boy on to better efforts. His lingers sped up their pussy-diddling and he worked his mouth on her nipple harder and greedier.
"I-I-I'm coming!" she gasped breathlessly. "Ahhh! Ohh! OH!" her voice rose to an ear-shattering screw and the boy kept his mouth and ringers going until she began to quiet down and her tense body relaxed.
"Keep your fingers in there but take it easy," she whispered to him.
She took his face away from her tit, turned his head and rested his cheek on her billowing breast. After a short rest, she would be ready to take his prick into her oven, but meanwhile, she held it in her hand and continued to massage it gently to keep it ready and able. The kid was getting impatient, she knew, and as soon as she could, she pulled him on top of her. He took his position and brought his twitching organ to the spread lips of Ann's pussy. With an aggressive thrust of his hips, the boy drove his prick deep into Ann's waiting cunt.  Her body jerked with the shock of having her   cunt nailed so quickly. The poor kid had been waiting far a chance to get into her for quite a while, so Ann couldn't blame him for not being gentle. As he began to pump his hips back and forth, Ann's just-spent passions came immediately to life. The feeling of a hard, teenage cock sliding in and out of her twat always had its effect on her, and this cock was doing its work very well. With every lunge, her cunt stretched over his driving rod. As he withdrew on the back stroke, the big knob on the end of his dong pulled at the silky sleeve that held it. All the juicy folds of her cunt were being twisted, stretched and squeezed by the battering ram the boy wielded. As his cock contorted her cunt, the clit, lying among the folds of pink flesh, was getting a real workout.
Once again the water was flying as they humped in the tub. The pair of them, gripping each other tightly, couldn't get hold on the porcelain of the tub so they slipped around on the smooth, wet surface' and had to work much harder to get friction between their organs. They were both huffing and puffing with the exertion, but they were also getting it on. The sound of grunts and moans of pleasure proved their rapturous delight. Ann was holding onto her lover with her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips. The boy was holding her tightly around her shoulders.
Ann's fits were flattened against the kid's chest and their bellies slapped together loudly with every forward thrust. The thick, long prick appeared between their crotches, under the water, and then disappeared up her snatch again about twice a second as they fucked with all their energy. The water in the tub was a maelstrom as their bodies churned it up. The walls and ceiling of the bathroom were dripping with water splashed from the tub. If someone walked into the room at that minute, they would think a naval battle was going an in the tub.
Ann heard the boy's grunts grow louder and she knew that he was about to shoot his load. Her own orgasm was near, too, and she hoped they could come together. There was nothing in the world as nice as coming, and holding someone in your arms who is also coming. On the threshold of their orgasms, the two fuckers were using every bit of their strength to make it a good climax. They held each other with all their might, while they pumped their hips back and forth, driving that huge cock in and out of Ann's pussy as fast as they could.
As they both cried out in ecstasy, they came. The boy's prick began spewing hot jism into Ann's sucking twat. She could feel the hot wads searing her cunt lining. As she orgasmed, her cunt convulsed and the muscles gripped the kid's prick with an irregular rhythm. They continued pounding away at each other until they both got every ounce of pleasure from the fuck. Then they stopped. Most of the water had been splashed out of the tub and they lay there, his body rag-like, draped over her, in a few inches of lukewarm water. Neither of them had the strength to move.
They didn't know how long it was that they lay there like that, but finally the boy said, "Wow." That was all he could manage.
"Yeah," Ann agreed.
As the water cooled, they decided to get out. They climbed slowly out of the tub and stood on wobbly legs. The boy fumbled with his clothes and Ann went into the living room and sank down on the couch. When the boy came out of the bathroom, dressed in his soaking wet clothes, he thanked her and left. Ann -was too spent to do anything but wave. With a big effort, she staggered out on her terrace and lay down in the warm sunshine. The sun dried her while she rested.
Shit! she said to herself when she remembered her dinner engagement. How would she ever be able to get ready for that? She felt like she would need at least a week's rest.
CHAPTER EIGHT
If Ann knew she had to get up at a certain time, she would get up. As her body was recovering on the terrace, she suddenly woke and knew she would have to start getting ready for her dinner meeting with her sister. She could tell by the position of the sun that it was getting late. Her nap had done her a world of good and she knew that as soon as she got herself moving, she would begin to feel more energetic. The bard part was getting up in the first place.
She forced herself to her feet. She hadn't put anything on and it had gotten chilly outside. Since she received a letter from a woman across the way asking that she not hang around on her terrace without any clothes on, she tried not to spend too much time naked on the terrace, at least not standing up and in plain view; The woman who      wrote the letter was probably having trouble with her husband, and although Ann liked the idea of having people looking at her naked body, one had to try to get along with one's neighbors.
Before she began dressing, she combed her hair. When it was smooth and silky, she put it up in her best imitation of a fancy hair-do. Ann refused to spend time in a hot, . stuffy beauty parlor. She brushed her teeth, threw some perfume on and put on a little make-up. Trying not to get distracted, she, put on a pair of sexy bikini undies and resisted the temptation to look at herself in the mirror. Deciding against wearing a bra, Ann hoped her nipples would show through the material of the gown and give her that wanton look.      Her sister and her brother-in-law were going to pick her up any minute. She planned to give them a drink and a chance to relax before they left, but she wanted to be ready when they came. She had just barely finished when the doorbell rang.
She opened the door and there was her company. Jane rushed into her arms and they embraced. They told each other how glad they were to see each other and how good the other looked. Next, Ann kissed Bob, Jane's husband. Then, suddenly there was a good-looking, young kid standing then. Could this be Billy? Ann hadn't seen her sister and her family for over two years. The last time, Billy was a little boy; now, he was a stud.
"Well, Billy, you certainly have grown since I saw you last," Ann said as she stood back and gave him a good looking-over.
"He's grown so fast, I can hardly believe it myself," Jane said.
Ann couldn't take her eyes off the boy, and she had that feeling deep in her belly that told her she would have to fuck him before they left town again. This was going to be more interesting than she had hoped.
"Let me get you all a drink before we leave. How about a glass of sherry?" They all agreed, and Ann went to get it but had difficulty taking her eyes off her nephew long enough. She did a little arithmetic and concluded that the boy must be almost sjxteen. A nice age her favorite.
While Ann sipped her sherry, she looked at her sister, brother-in-law and, most of all, that sexy kid of theirs. As they talked about all the things they all have been doing since they saw each other last, Ann tried to learn all she could about Billy. The more she knew about him, the easier it would be to get comfortable with him, and the easier to seduce him. Billy was a slim but strong boy with fashionably long hair covering his ears. His hair was straight, fine and honey-colored, and when it fell into his eyes, he threw his head back and sent the hair flying back where it belonged. That movement drove Ann wild. He didn't say much, but it was obvious that he was paying attention to the conversation; he laughed at everything that was amusing, even though the humor was on an adult level. His brown eyes burned with intelligent awareness.
When they had drained their glasses, they left for the restaurant. Ann knew that all kids Billy's age were interested in cars and she wasn't going to miss a chance to get closer to him by getting to him through her car.
"Would you like to drive with me in the Jag, Billy, and we can follow your parents to the restaurant?" she asked him.  The effect of the offer was just as she suspected. His face lit up with joy. He asked his father if it would be all right and, getting his okay, they climbed into the sleek Jag. Ann staffed the engine and revved it up, causing the crisp roar of the engine to assault their ears and start their adrenalin flowing. They had agreed on a restaurant that was a fairly long drive on the freeway, and Ann started without waiting for Bob and Jane. Ann drove more carefully than usual with another person in the car, but she gave him an exciting ride.
They both felt the thrust of gravity in their bodies as she took corners on two wheels and accelerated like an arrow. Billy, who hadn't said much until then, started telling her how anxious he was to turn sixteen so he could get his driver's license.
"You've grown so much since the last time I saw you, Billy, that I hardly recognized you," she told him. "I'll bet the girls are after you all the time. Do you have a steady girl friend?"
"Not exactly. There is a girl that I take to all the dances, but I spend most of my time with the guys. I'm on the baseball team at school."
"I'm sure a boy your age is interested in girls, though, aren't you?" she persisted.
"Yeah, sure. But it doesn't do you much good. All the girls at school are virgins and they want to stay that way, it seems," he said.
"Weil, young girls are very often like that. Don't you know any older ones?" she asked, trying not to sound too obvious.
"No," was all he said.   Ann let the subject drop for the time being. If he wasn't her sister's kid, she N would have pulled over to the side of the road and attacked him. He sounded like a virgin himself, and they were getting rare these days. Ann loved to break in young boys. And a kid as good-looking as Billy would be a real prize. The slippery liquid was seeping out of her pussy again as she thought about the possibilities that lay ahead with her nephew.
They  parked in the lot at the restaurant and waited for Bob and Jane to show up. They had to wait quite a while and Ann told Billy not to tell them how quickly they got there. As they walked to their table, all eyes were on Ann. Her bulging tits and swinging ass always attracted attention. She made sure she sat opposite from Billy, so she could watch him watching her. He seemed to be interested in the soft flesh that was squeezed out the top of her gown. Ann kicked off her shoes under the table and played footsies with the young boy. At first, he looked shocked, but Ann gave him a friendly wink and he seemed to relax and enjoy the foot that was sneaking up his pant leg.
Her under-the-table footwork, seemed to be having some effect on the boy. He began staring at her cleavage more often and more intently. As they ate dessert, Ann's alcohol-muddled mind was working on a way to get this beautiful young stud alone. It wasn't easy to plot a scheme in her condition, but this was important and she tried her best.
"There's a little theater company in town that puts on terrific plays. The one they're doing now is supposed to be fantastic," she said "I have a friend we can leave Billy with. I'll call now for tickets, if you're interested."
Ann knew that her sister was an avid playgoer and wouldn't be able to resist the idea; When Jane said she would like that very much, Ann got up carefully and went to the phone. She made reservations for three but told the person on the phone that he should only save two tickets if someone else really wanted to buy hers and it looked like they might sell out. On her way back to the table, Ann felt that her plan was going to work.
When they left the restaurant, it was time to head for the theater. As they walked to their cars, Ann suddenly announced that she was getting a headache and thought she better not go to the play after all. She suggested that she take Billy home with her and the two of them could spend a quiet evening together. As she explained this, she began to feel the excitement that always preceded a sexual adventure with a young hacker.
Bob and Jane said they were very sorry that she felt bad, but under the circumstances, it sounded like a good idea for her to go home and take it easy. For a second, Ann was afraid that someone might suggest that Billy go to the play since Ann  wasn't going to use her reservation; but, fortunately, no one suggested it. She and Billy got into the Jag. This time she started the engine without racing it, as she thought she would if she really had a headache, for Bob and Jane's benefit.
On the way back to her place, Billy was quiet, as if he really believed her story about a headache.
"Can you keep a secret?" she asked him, at last.
"Sure.."
"I didn't really have a headache. I just didn't feel like seeing a play suddenly, and since I was the one who suggested it, I would have felt foolish just changing my mind," she told the boy and felt good about revealing the truth, or at least part of it, to him. Maybe she could reveal the rest to him afterwards.
When they got to her place, Ann asked him if he wanted, anything. He seemed . confused by the question, so she let it drop for the time being. As she suspected, she would have to be the aggressive on in the coming action.
"I'm going to change," she told him. "You can turn on the TV, or put on a record. Make yourself at home.
Ann went into the bedroom and slipped out of her gown. She hadn't closed the door and she knew that one side of the room could be seen from the living room. She walked back and forth with only her undies on and her bare boobs bouncing around on her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she  watched to see if Billy had seen her. Finally she noticed him in the other room, in eyeshot of her. She stopped and pretended to look through a drawer that was in sight of him, and pretended not to notice him watching.
Billy stared at her gorgeous body. His cock began stirring in his pants as his body reacted to the view. There was his aunt, leaning over a drawer with her tits hanging down and swaying gently like huge wrecking balls. He couldn't help imagining those jugs swinging his way and crashing into his face. Her stomach was thin and flat, with only a few small folds of flesh on her belly due to the say she was leaning forward. Her ass stuck out in such a beautiful curve that he would have given anything to have been able to run his hands over the surface of the firm mounds. He could almost feel his fingers sinking into the softness of those cheeks. Below her ass, the profile of her legs tapered down nicely to her thin ankles.
Billy was going wild. He hadn't seen a naked woman in the flesh before. This beautiful creature looked sexier than any of the women in his collection of nudie magazines that he kept hidden under his mattress, and this woman was real flesh and blood, not a piece of paper covered with ink. As he stared longingly at her, she suddenly stood up and looked at him. He didn't know what to do.
Rather than getting embarrassed and running away, Ann smiled at him and said, "Ah hah, caught  you peeking, didn't I?" Then she walked out of sight and threw her robe over her, She smiled to herself when she realized what a powerful effect the sight of her naked body had had on him, and the effect was clearly showing on his face.
When she came out of the bedroom, Billy was looking through her record collection., and didn't look up at her. She could see his cheeks were burning bright red.
"Don't be embarrassed, Billy. I know you weren't intentionally peeking at me," she said, feeling her way slowly. "Haven't you ever seen a flaked woman before?"  She asked him in a voice that told him she wasn't teasing him, but that she really wanted to know and that she was interested in him. Ann really was interested. Not only was he her nephew, but she felt a genuine concern for young boys who didn't get the sex they needed. A boy like Billy could be distracted to obsession with, the unfulfilled need for a good fuck, and if she could do this service for humanity, she would while she was feeding her own insatiable desires.
"Only in pictures," the boy admitted in a soft voice.
"That's really too bad," she said compassionately. "Would you like to see more of me?"The boy looked up in amazement. It was obviously the first such offer he'd had in his young life. "S-Sure," he stammered in disbelief.  Ann had walked over to him as she spoke and was just a few feet from him as he knelt down at her record shelf. Standing over him, she untied the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. She waited a second before removing the garment completely. As it hung open, Billy could see her hairy beaver in the semidarkness of the robe. Following the opening upwards, he saw her belly button and then the valley between her tits.
With a sudden movement, Ann threw the robe off her. Billy was almost bowled over by the sight. She was so close, he could feel the moist heat from her body and smell her fragrance, a mixture of perfume and female juices. From the vantage point Billy had below her, her tits seemed to stick out incredibly far. He could see every contour of her body as the light in the room wrapped around the curves that formed her fantastically sexy figure. The pussy hair on her mound was just above eye level, and Billy could see the hairs reflecting light and shining like a chandelier. The crack of her twat was seen as a pink line buried in the curls. He could even see the smooth bottoms of her ass-cheeks sticking out under and behind her crotch.
Her thighs were like pillars of flesh holding up the rest of her body. The massiveness of her hips changed to the delicate, narrow waist. The plane of her belly was punctuated with the deep, dark pit of her navel. Her rib cage was well-padded with a thin layer of feminine fat, but she wasn't really fat at all. Her magnificent tits stood out proudly. Billy could see that there was a thin line of shadow under each one, where they sagged the slightest bit and rested on her chest;  The undersides of those knockers were creamy and inviting. He saw the large nipples that decorated the tips of her tits and his, mouth watered at the thought of sucking on one of those knobs. From way up there, Ann was looking down at him with a warm smile on her face.
"Come over to the couch with me and I'll let you explore, Ann said, and held out her hand lo the boy.
He took her hand and they went to the couch and sat side by side. He hadn't taken his eyes off her. Ann took his hand and put it on her tit. Then she picked up his other hand and put it on the same tit. She could see the boner in his pants pressing its outline on the taut material for bet to see. He was well-hung, and she was eager to get that prick into her cunt, but not in suck a hurry that she wanted to miss sharing this youngster's joyful amazement as he learned his first lesson in female anatomy. He began squeezing her tit gently; then, as he found it didn't break, more strongly.~He felt the nipple and watched as it grew hard and puckered, right in his hand. Lifting the mass of tit-flesh, he weighed it. Then he moved it around and watched how it quivered and shook, always coming to rest in the beautiful sloping curve that he had lint seen.
Taking one tit in each hand, he brought them together and formed a tightly closed area between them. He brought his face to the right one and rubbed his lips over the protruding nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. Hearing Ann gasp, he drew his bead back suddenly. She looked at him to see what was the matter.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked with a worried look on his face.
"No!" Ann said with a laugh in her voice. "It felt so good I couldn't help gasping."  Reassured, he continued tasting her nipple. After doing everything he could think of with his mouth on her puckered nipple, he let it slip out of his mouth and rested his cheek on the soft pillow of her tilt His hands traveled down to the region of her crotch.
Ann felt his fingers moving towards the opening that was waiting so impatiently for him. His fingers reached her beaver and combed through it. When he reached the slit, he lost no time in getting his fingers wet. Ann arched her back and drew her breath in noisily between her teeth as she felt his fingers enter her twat. He looked at her face and saw that her features were wrinkled in intense pleasure.
Billy had never had the experience of causing a woman to curl up in intense pleasure before, and he found that it gave him a good feeling. The thought that he could have such power over this woman who was old enough to be his mother, thrilled him and made him feel like a king. Besides that, he was more excited than he'd ever been before in his life. The thought that he had his fingers in a real, live cunt was too much to believe. He'd been thinking and dreaming of this moment for years, and here it was. Every time he jerked off, which was almost every day, he wished he had a cunt to stick his cock and now there was a drooling twat waiting for him.
A cunt was something like he'd imagined it, but better. The boys were always talking about it. Its juiciness didn't surprise him. He knew there was a long tube that opened in the cunt and led up into a woman's belly, but he didn't know about the various pairs of lips or the location of the clitoris. With his fingers, he explored the wet folds of satiny flesh, but he wanted to see what it was really like in there.
He lifted his head from Ann's tit and moved down between her legs. Ann was used to inexperienced boys wanting to look in her snatch, and she enjoyed showing them what was going on down there. She spread her legs wide and her aunt opened and was filled with light. Billy put his fingers on each side of the crack and spread the labes. He stared at the glistening pink interior with excited fascination. He saw the ridge of the inner lips where they began near the front corner of the outer lips. The skin gathered around the little button of her clit, which he could see, and divided in two lips and ran down the length of her crack, coming together again in the rear of the opening where the inner lips and outer lips became one. Between the inner lips, towards the back of the crack, there was a dark opening. Billy spread the folds of the inner lips arousing that entrance and peered up the deep tunnel. The walls of that chamber were whitish pink and shone with the thick, clear fluid that oozed down them.
Billy was thrilled and amazed, but most of all he was incredibly excited. The sight of his aunt's pussy right before him and the odor of that cunt, were driving him wild. Ann knew how horny the kid was and guessed that he was dying to fuck her. Naturally, she was almost as eager.
"Would you like to try it on?" she asked him.
He looked up at her. She had purposely phrased the question in a strange way because she enjoyed the boy's inexperience and wanted to keep him a bit unsure of the situation. The look an his face showed that he desperately hoped that lie was interpreting her question correctly. At the same time he was hesitant to assume too much.
"Do you mean?" he said slowly and painfully.
"Do you want to fuck me, is what I mean," Ann said gently.
The boy jumped up and began puffing off his clothes without saying another word. Ann lay back with a smile on her lips and watched him undress. The air in the room felt cool on her wet and exposed cunt, and she was anxious for him to stuff his hot piece of meat into it. When Billy pulled his underpants down, Ann saw his cock spring out like a jack in the box. The young prick was big and powerful. It stood out from his body and Ann thought she could have hung a full bucket of water from the end of it and it wouldn't even stop twitching. She didn't have long to look at it, though, because as soon as he was naked, he jumped on her.
He felt the soft mounds of her tits cushioning his chest as he lay over her. The nipples were still hard and they poked him warmly on his hard chest. Their flat bellies hardly, touched at all. Ann wrapped her arms around his body and held tightly as she moved his hips around until his cock-head found the wet slit. Feeling his way, he pushed his hard cock up her cave its full length, until their pubic bones came together.
Before he started pumping, he let his cock lie still in the heat of her tightly gripping cunt. He had tried to imagine how it would feel to have his tool sunk into a cunt, but he never came close to realizing the full glory of the sensation. The lining of her cunt conformed to the shape of his prick and fit like a glove. It was hot and wet in there and he never felt anything so wonderful. Having Ann's   huge tits under him and added another dimension of pleasure.
He began lifting and lowering his hips and the boner slipped in and out of that soft cock-sock. As he moved his prick in her, his aunt grabbed at his dick with the muscles that lined her cuntal cave. Every stroke was faster than the last until he was flicking with fantastic speed. As the ecstasy rose in him, he realized what he had been missing for so long. This was as different from jerking offs night from day.
As he fucked her, he heard sounds coming from her the likes of which he'd never heard before. With every thrust of his prick, she let out a high-pitched "OH!" The sounds were coming out with her fast and deep breaths.His lover's body was grabbing at him and her back was arching, sending her hips up towards him as if she were trying to swallow his whole body up her snatch.
Ann began bucking her hips furiously, causing his rod to jerk back and forth in her cunt wildly. She was bowling and her body. was writhing under him. The cum bad begun to boil in his balls and his brain was spinning with sexual ecstasy. As Ann began orgasming, he shot a burst of sperm in her. Ann felt load after load shoot into her pussy as the muscles in both their organs convulsed together.
As their passion subsided, their bodies calmed down and Billy found himself lying limply on his aunt. So that was what it was like to fuck, he  thought. It was the greatest thing in the world, of that there could be no doubt. He still couldn't believe what had happened to him, but he knew he couldn't have dreamed anything so fantastic.
"That was great," Ann told him.
"Oh, Aunty kin, that was the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. I can't believe how good it feels," he said.
"Well, I'm really glad to be the one to turn you on to fucking. I'm sure now that you know what it's, all about, you won't have trouble convincing your girl friends to share the joy with you."
"I hope not. I'd hate to have to go back to jerking off after this," he said.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with jerking off either. As a matter of fact, you'll probably find yourself getting tired of fucking from time to time, and you'll jerk off just for a change of' pace. Every form of sex is beautiful. I jerk off all the time."  
"Do you really?" he asked in astonishment.
"Sure," she said, "but I fuck a few times a day, boy was flabbergasted by this world of sex that he was entering. There was so much pleasure to be had from so many sources. Now that he had broken the ice with his, aunt, he felt that that world would be opened to him.
He rolled off his aunt's body and lay snuggled up against her. His big prick was soft again, and he pressed it stickily against her side as he played gently with her tits. As they lay there, they talked about sex and Ann told him of some of her early experiences. He wouldn't have believed them if she hadn't shown him what a far-out chick she was by fucking him like she had.
As he listened to her stories, his prick began growing again. Ann figured her stories would have that effect on hint. She put her hand on his prick and fingered it sensuously as she continued talking. Billy slipped his fingers back into her cunt, too, and felt around in the mess of love juice and jism. They talked and diddled each other until they were lily recharged. Billy's prick was hard is a rock again and he was straining at the bit. Ann's cunt was flowing again, too.
She wanted to give him Mother lesson in love rather than repeat the first one over. They kissed for a long time while their hands were busy at each other's crotches. Ann broke the kiss and began moving down Billy's body. When he realized what she was about to do, his cock began vibrating with uncontrolled lust. He had never seen his prick react that way before, but he'd never had a lusty bitch like his aunt kidding her way down his body on the way to his prick with a blow-job for him.
When Ann's face was looking him directly in the piss-slit of his cock, she took the dong in both hands and kissed the tip. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the bulbous head all' over. The taste of dried cum and her own juices filed her  mouth. Opening wide, she took the dick into her mouth and sucked gently on it. Billy thought it was the greatest thing he'd ever experienced when he put his prick in her cunt, but this was even better. Ann managed to keep her teeth out of the way and her mouth felt like a soft, wet, hot envelope that was specifically designed to hold a cock. Her tongue was well-trained and she swirled it around his cock.
Billy  couldn't. help writhing in pleasure as his aunt gave him one of her famous blow-jobs. She teased his prick until he was going crazy with building passion. When Ann had him moaning from the lascivious pressure in him, she began moving her head back and forth on his prong. She slid the cock-head down her throat, then brought it into her mouth again.
As he was about to come, Billy looked down at her body. He noticed that she had one hand on her own crotch and he could see her middle finger moving back and forth. When he realized that she was playing with herself while giving him a blow-job, his excitement doubled. That was just the kinky sort of thing that really turned on more experienced lovers, and for a kid like Billy, it was mind-shattering. Thp delicious sensations she was creating in his cock with her mouth were magnified by her simultaneous masturbation.
Billy dug his fingers in Ann's hair and held her head while it bobbed back and forth on his  soon-to-explode prick. His mouth was wide open and his breath was rushing in and out in passionate. grunts of pleasure. The taut skin on his cock. was tingling and the nerves leading through his belly were carrying high-voltage ecstasy. Her tongue on the underside of his cock-head was rubbing the skin with so much friction that Billy knew he would have to come soon or faint. His body trembled as in a fit, and he climaxed.
He filled Ann's mouth with his hot fuck-cream. The second orgasm was always more intense when he jerked off, and he found it true for tucking, too,except that his climaxes with Ann were ten times as powerful as the ones he induced himself. As his cock emptied its jism into her mouth, Ann gulped it down her throat. Once again, Billy's prick was limp. This time, though, he was so spent and his cock so completely polished oft that he had to collapse on the couch immediately. He couldn't even talk. Neither could Ann, who was in the grip of an orgasm herself.
Having her mouth filled with his sweet juice just at the moment that she was bringing herself off with her finger, had sent her into the depths of sexual madness. Billy looked down at her when he heard her desperate moans of pleasure. He saw his aunt as he had never seen her before. She was on the other end of the couch. Her hand was still on her cunt and her body was thrown back over the ann of the couch. She was jerking every now and  then with no particular rhythm. There was a trickle of his jism coming from one corner of her mouth and running down her chin. Every time she jerked, her tits quivered wildly. She had been howling loudly, but she was beginning to calm down.
Soon Ann was as spent as Billy, and they snuggled up with each other again. Ann sent Billy for a few drinks and she put on a stack of records. It was turning out just as she hoped it would, and she hoped Bob and Jane were having a good time at the play. She would have to watch the time; she didn't want Billy's parents showing up while they were lying naked on the couch. After they sipped down a few drinks, Ann suggested that they get dressed. She hated to see him cover up that wonderful equipment of his, but if they had to start scrambling with their clothes while Bob and Jane were knocking on the door, it wouldn't look too good. Ann knew that her chances of getting Billy between her legs again would be much better if Jane had no suspicions.
Ann and Billy were lying on the couch, fully dressed, when the doorbell rang. Ann opened it and her sister and brother-in-law came in. They asked how she was feeling, she told them better.
"Billy and I have had a nice quiet evening right here. How was the play?" Ann said.
"It was very good. I'm glad you suggested it to us," Bob answered, and proceeded to tell Ann all  about it.
The four of them sat in the living worn sipping coffee that Ann had brewed. She warned Billy to watch what he said and not to mention that she had given him drinks. After the talk about the play died down, they spoke of other things. When they finished their coffee, Bob said that they bad to be going. They were leaving early the next morning and they invited Ann to visit them soon. She said she would and looked at Billy with a smile.
"Maybe Billy could come here and spend some time with me," she said.
They all agreed that that would be a good idea.
They all kissed Ann and said good-bye. When they left, Ann felt nice to be alone after a busy day. Billy had turned out to be quite a stud, and she was proud of him. Ann lay down on the couch again and thought about her day. As she thought about Billy and his big cock, she could feel her cunt begin to glow again.
Ann relived the episode, playing over each detail in her mind. That, and other sex-filled subjects occupied her mind that night. Very often Ann would give herself to contemplation of past [ticks for a few hours before she went to bed. When she got into bed that night, her mental activity had gotten her ready for a leisurely finger-fucking session. That would relax her completely.
Lying on her stomach, with her hand under her pubic bone so her fingers stuck dawn between her  thighs, she inserted her middle finger in the crack of her cunt. She had purposely left Billy's cum in there, and now it oozed around her finger as she rubbed her clitoris. She moved her hips so her cunt ground into her finger as the finger wiggled on the bud. Her last orgasm that day was as nice as all the others, and as it leveled off and disappeared, she fell asleep.       
CHAPTER NINE
A few days later, Ann was on the prowl again. It was Saturday and the playgrounds and parks would be full of talent. Ann' went about the task of getting dressed and making breakfast, but her brain was hard at work deciding how to go about getting her cunt filled with young cocks. Finally, she decided not to think about it any longer. She would go to the park and just let things happen. That was the best policy and always worked.
When she was all set, she got into the Jag and drove to the biggest park in town. There were all sorts of recreational facilities and young boys were everywhere, playing ball, throwing frisbees, and sitting around strumming guitars. When she got to the park, she drove through a few times to get an over-all picture of what was happening. Then she parked and began strolling.     The park was beautiful and Ann was so impressed with the display of nature that she was in no hurry to take care of the other aspect of nature that she had come there looking for. The trees high overhead swayed in the breeze and the sound they made soothed Ann and filled her with peace. Other people were strolling around and they all seemed to be in the same calm condition.
Ann walked along the shore of the lake and watched the swans gliding over the surface of the smooth water. She was so fascinated by their graceful movements that she sat down on the grass and, watched them. The musk of out-of-tune guitars drifted through the warm air. On the opposite bank two bays were throwing a frisbee between them. Ann watched the red, plastic disk soar through the air from one to the other. It wasn't long before her attention was caught on the kids themselves and the frisbee was forgotten. She watched their nimble bodies cavorting on the lawn as they caught and threw the disk. They were very accurate and never missed a toss. They began showing off, catching the saucer behind their backs and throwing from between their legs.
Suddenly there was a voice coming from very near her ear. She was so engrossed, in the boys across the lake that she hadn't even noticed the guy who had walked up to her.
"Can I sit here?" he was asking.
Ann looked up and saw a handsome man about  her own age. He was about twice as old as the type she preferred, but Ann was always friendly and she nodded to the man.
"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" he said.
"It sure is," she replied. "I keep forgetting how nice it ir to sit here on a nice day."  The two of them made pleasant conversation and the man introduced himself. His name was Sam. Ann told him her name and they continued talking. Ann thought that she wouldn't mind flicking this guy if that was what he had in mind. He wasn't exactly young, but he was good-looking and as well-preserved as she. He asked her what she was doing in the park.
"I'm just enjoying the beautiful day," she said. "How about you?"
"I'm waiting for my Scouts," he told her, and when he saw that she didn't seem to understand, he added, "I'm a Boy Scout pack leader. We're taking a nature hike today and I'm going to meet the boys here."
Suddenly Ann was more interested. She could just picture all those young boys in their olive-green outfits walking around identifying trees and weeds and all that nature that the park was full of.                                                          She considered herself part of nature, too, and the sexual function was pure nature. The more she thought about it the more she wanted to go along with the pack.
"Gee, that sounds really exciting," she said. "I never was a Girl Scout or anything like that and I feel that I've missed a lot. I don't even know the difference between a maple tree and an oak."
"Well, you can come along with us if you'd like," Sam offered.
"I'd love to. It sounds so exciting," she said.
She was excited, but she didn't imagine that Sam understood why. They sat and made small-talk while they waited for the Scouts. Soon they started arriving. They came in twos and threes and the more boys that showed up, the more excited Ann became. When the whole pack was there and they were ready to go, Ann counted sixteen boys and they were all between the ages of fifteen and seventeen, she guessed. Sam introduced her to the boys and told them that, she would be going along with them.
As they walked through the wooded part of the park, Ann felt like she was in a fairy tale. It was as if she were Snow White walking through a dark forest with a bunch of dwarfs. The group stopped every now and then, and Sam pointed out a certain tree or rock formation. Ann found- it all very interesting, but her main concern was those boys. As they walked, Sam kept up a conversation with her, but Ann's thoughts were elsewhere. She was trying to figure out how hi get these kids out of his sight fora while.
As they hiked, Ann began dropping back into the crowd of kids, and Sam assumed she wanted to  be just another Scout. She listened to the boys and picked up bits of their conversation. They were trading about her and she guessed that she was causing a lot of stiff cocks among this bunch of horny kids. She heard comments about her tits and ass and how much this or that kid would like to do this or that to her. If only they knew that she had the same things in mind, she thought, they would gladly run off into the woods with her.
Suddenly she noticed two kids who looked especially appetizing to her. Just as she looked their way, one of them said to the other, "Did you see the way her tits bounced when. . Although she couldn't hear everything they said, she'd heard enough. She made her way through the marching boys to those two. When they saw her getting closer to them, she smiled lasciviously at them. They returned her smile but then looked away, too shy to keep their eyes on her.
She maneuvered behind them and got between them. "Did I hear you guys make a crack about my tits?" she asked them.
Both of them swung their heads around and looked at her in amazement. They didn't know if she were angry or what. When they saw that she was still smiling, they were really flipped out. Ann herded them to the edge of the group and they slowed down. When she was sure none of the others would see her, she moved her body in a playful move, bopping one of the kids in the head with one of her tits. Then she jumped back, inviting them into a game of tag. The boy who took the blow leaped at her and grabbed at the weapon she had assaulted him with.
She kept backing away from them, but her playful expression urged them to keep trying. Soon she had led them off the path and into a clump of trees. That was where she let them catch her. The. one she had given the smack to grabbed her tit and backed her against a tree. The other boy rushed up and grabbed her other tit. With a surprise move, Ann lifted her jersey and those huge masses of jellied flesh popped out at them. At first the kids backed away in surprise. Their eyes were glued to the massive tits that were pointing' their erect nipples at them.
"You're not going to stop now, are you?" she asked them as they stood frozen by the sight.
Her question brought them back to life and they rushed up and grabbed the globes again. With one kid on each tit, she was giving them a real lesson in nature. They handled the boobs with curiosity. One of them put his mouth to the nipple and sucked it roughly. Ann grabbed the other boy and kissed him long and hard. She sank to the soft floor of the woods and the kids went down with her. Her hand went to the crotch of the one who was sucking her tit. She felt the hard boner under the material of his-Boy Scout pants. Her pussy was running with hot juice and she was wishing she'd  worn a skirt.
When she began unfastening one of their belts, the boy began unfastening hers. When he had her jeans loosened, she pulled them down and so did the boy. Ann saw his prick sticking out into the air in front of her and she had to get him inside her cunt as soon as she could. She got down on her knees and leaned forward, sticking her ass out provocatively. The Scout didn't have any trouble catching on. He scrambled behind her and, holding his cock in his hand, guided it to the hair-surrounded hole that peeked out from between the tops of her thighs. Ann closed her eyes as she felt the kid's thick shaft slide up her pussy.
The other boy stood watching with his mouth hanging open.. Ann motioned him to her and started clutching at his belt as soon as he was within reach. He helped her and they soon had his prick out. She pulled him down and took the twitching rod in her mouth. With one kid fucking her cunt, she soon had the second one fucking her face.
They were both as horny as she suspected and spent a tremendous amount of enthusiasm shoving their pricks in and out of each end of her. The kid behind her was cramming his dong up the entire length of her twat with every stroke and he bumped his hips into her rump, causing her to jerk forward. His belly was slapping the firm cheeks of   her ass loudly and the sound mingled with the chirping of birds and the wind in the trees as another sound of nature. Soon, Ann's blissful moans joined the other sounds.
While the kid was giving her cunt a good work-out, the cock in her mouth was throbbing more energetically as she sucked hard on it. She was really, clamping down on the prick in her mouth and giving it as much friction as she could. She sucked the loose skin up over the head, then let it slip back while she covered the head with a lick of her tongue. She repeated this motion over and over and a bit faster each time. The boy attached to the cock was going nuts with the feeling that he probably hadn't experienced before.
The boy on her tail was about to come and was whipping his hips back and forth so fast that Ann was almost knocked over. The kid whose cock she. was sucking had grabbed her head and began pumping his rod deep in her throat. Aim crouched down and held still and let the kids do the work. She let them fuck her while she concentrated on the feeling of lust that they were sending through her nervous system.
The kid in her cunt came first. She felt his cream spurt into the chamber of her pussy, making it feel all hot and squishy. The boy seemed reluctant to let his cock slip out of her. She didn't blame him. It was a rare occurrence, she supposed, for one of these kids to get into a chick like her. While his  prick reposed in her twat, the cock in her mouth let out a mighty shot that hit her in the back of her throat. Load after load exploded from his cock until Ann had a mouthful. She swallowed the cream in a huge glob. It felt good sliding down her throat.
She held the spent dong in her mouth until she had sucked every trace of jism from it. When she let it out and sat up, the cock that had been resting in her twat slipped out, too. Ann felt great and there was still a bunch of Scouts to go after.
"Well, kids," she said to the boys, "did you learn anything?"
"Yeah, but we might forget if we don't get another lesson," one of them told her.
"Oh, a wise guy, huh?" she said as she pulled her pants up. "Only one lesson per Scout at least until all the others have had theirs."
Ann chased the boys back to the group, which had stopped to examine some lichens. A few of the Scouts noticed them returning, and Ann assumed that most of them hadn't even missed them. Soon they were tramping through the trees again. Ann stayed away from Sam. If he had noticed that she had slipped away with two of his charges, he might ask questions.
She noticed that the two she had seduced were busily whispering to all the others, who in turn stared at her with an expression of not disbelief but hope. It would make it easier for her if they all knew what was going on. Now all she would have to worry about was getting away 'with only a few of them at a time.
Two other boys who had gotten the word who were bolder than the others, came towards her They walked along with her, one on each side. Not wanting to make it too easy on them, she didn't say anything and made them ask for what they wanted.
"Joey said you tacked him and Ron," one of them really said.
Ann was always amused at the lines that these inexperienced kids used. She loved to tease them, but not to the point where there was a chance that she might discourage them.
"Oh, yeah?" she said in an imitation of the tone young boys so often take. "What's it to you?' As she said that, she began walking with an exaggerated swing in her tits and ass. In the corners of her eyes she could see how they were following the heavy swinging of her tits. The poor kid didn't know what to say and she thought she might have to patch things up.
"He said it was great, the best fuck he'd ever had," the boy said.
Now they were on the right track. Ann liked to teach kids how to treat a woman when they wanted a favor from her. Flattery was always a good path.
"It would have been the best flick you would  have bad, too," she said, not quite ready to stop teasing even though her cunt was string for this kid's prick.
"Prove it," he answered.
That did it. The kid was bold enough to deserve a crack at her crack. She put her arms under the arms of both boys and led them into the brush. They had fallen behind the group, but now there was a lot of interest in her and the three were noticed by several pairs of eyes. When they were hidden from view, Ann sat down under a tree. The two boys sat down beside her.
While they watched, she unfastened her belt and lowered her pants again. She pulled one leg out of the jeans and left them hanging hound her left thigh, so she could spread her legs. 'The two Scouts stand at her pussy so intently that Ann thought she could feel their gaze, and they pulled down their own pants. Once again she was treated to the sight of two prize-winning, teenage pricks.
She slid down the tree until only her head and shoulders were supported. The rest of her was stretched out on the ground, her legs spread and her knees lifted. She pulled her jersey up like she had the time before. The kid who had done all the talking, immediately got between her legs and took her nipple into his mouth and grabbed her cunt. Ann held her hand out towards the other boy and he walked over and put his stiff prick in the outstretched hand. Ann pulled his cock to her face  and took . the fat head into her mouth. She squeezed the pulsing knob between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Then she began moving her head back and forth on the prick. The other boy stuck his fingers in her snatch and continued sucking her tit. Ann's passion was mounting again and her cunt was flowing copiously.
"Get in," she urged the boy, taking her mouth from his friend's cock for just long enough.
The boy scrambled to get into position and slid his prick into her cunt. The boy whose prick she was sucking was kneeling beside her and she put one hand around his hip and brought her fingers to the crack of his ass. Her middle finger wiggled into the tight entrance she found between his muscular ass-cheeks. As she was taking care of' these two, she thought she heard voices. All she could see was the brown pubic hair of the kid whose prick she was sucking, but she could guess what had happened.
Her finger in the boy's ass helped bring him off fast. When she had swallowed his load and licked him clean, she let his cock out of her mouth and looked around. Just as she expected, there were several Scouts standing around shyly watching the proceedings. She was thrilled to see them there. Not only did she love to be watched, but she was in the mood for a good gang-bang. This would save her the trouble of going back to the group to recruit more boys.
The void in her mouth was soon filled by  another prick and she took up where she left off, sucking steadily. The boy between her legs was about to come and Ann concentrated on feeling his ejaculation. She felt her pussy suddenly lined with heat as his sperm gushed into her and mixed with the juices of the last boy. The kid was pulled from between her legs by others who were waiting a turn. Her crotch felt cool when it was suddenly empty, but it was warmed up again by another Boy Scout sticking his rod into the syrupy pit of her cunt.
Ann took a succession of young pricks in her pussy and mouth and she realized that she had most of the pack gathered around the display of nature that was her body. She didn't think about it much, but she was marginally aware that something was going to happen to end her party. When it happened, she found that she wasn't the least bit surprised.
"What the heck is going on here?" she heard Sam yelling. What did he think? Ann wondered. After all, if it was a choice between her naked and willing body or a tree, these healthy young studs were going to choose her.
Sam continued to yell at the boys and Ann found herself abandoned by the kids who had been swarming over her like flies. She was lying against the tree, her tits hanging out and her legs spread, exposing her twat, matted with spilled jism. There was fuck cream on her chin, too. Sam was standing  over her, looking down in amazement.
"Just showing the kids a little nature she said with a wan smile on her face. Then she lifted her arms towards the Scout leader.
After a moment's hesitation, Sam began unbuckling his belt. In another second he was on top of her where one of his Scouts had been so recently.. As he slipped his cock in her cunt, Ann recognized the mare experienced movements of an older man. What he lacked in breathless enthusiasm, he made up with the controlled sensuality of an experienced fucker. His stroke was long and deep. Even' time he pushed his rod deep within her cunt, he hesitated for a second, then withdrew it at a slightly different angle. In that way he gave her cunt-hole a thorough rubdown with his bulging cock-head. In a while he changed his stroke to a sideways pull and push. When he did this, Ann's body shook slightly every time he moved the base of his prick from one side to the other.
She had had a bunch of orgasms with the boy's, but the one she was building to now was going to be a bigger and better one. She heard Sam taking increasingly deeper breaths and she was breathing in the same crescendoing pattern. As he lay on tap of her, he held her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them as if trying to squeeze liquid passion from them.
Ann grabbed his head and turned his face to hers. Her mouth attacked his in a desperate kiss  and she screwed her tongue into his hot mouth. Her legs rose around his hips and moved as if she were trying to climb up his body. Meanwhile, he kept moving his prick in and out of her grasping cunt in the way that drove her into a fit of greedy lust.
When Sam felt her cunt contracting spasmodically on his tool, he knew she was about to come. He was on the threshold himself. Suddenly the woods were full of the sound of Ann's passion-filled moans punctuated by Sam's grunts of climactic rapture. Their bodies continued to jerk and twitch for a long time after they both bit their peak because of the tremendous force of the orgasms.
"I hope you're not mad at me for giving you competition for the boys' attention," she told him when she had caught her breath.
"Well, I guess I was, but I have to admit you gave them a more interesting lesson than I could have. You gave me a pretty good lesson, too."  Sam slowly got out of her and stood up. As he pulled up his pants, he said good-bye and asked her if she were going to stay there like she was.
"Yes, I think I'll just lie here and relax and enjoy the peace of the forest," she said. "Besides, you can never tell when another troop of Scouts will pass through."  Sam waved and walked away to gather up his boys. Ann remained lying against the tree with her  treasures exposed to the cool air. It was a long time since she had flicked in the woods, and she found that it was the nicest place to recover from a gang-bang. It was a very remote part of the park and after a while she gave up on the idea of any other candidates for her lust to come by. Eventually, she got up and got herself together and left the cozy spot, but she made sure she would be able to find it again.
As she left the park, she felt even more relaxed than she had when she entered. What a wonderful idea it was to have these parks all over the cities, where people could come and find a bit of the simpler things of life, she thought. As she drove away in the Jag, though, the excitement of city life filled her once again as she raced the other traffic on the road and zipped in and out of the flowing lanes.     
CHAPTER TEN
That night while Ann was finger-fucking in front of the television, her phone rang. She wasn't so excited by her diddling that she couldn't answer. It was her mother. After exchanging pleasantries and the latest news, her mother said that she was taking a vacation with Ann's father and they would like her to go along.
"Where are you going?" Ann asked.
"A cruise to the Galapagos Islands," her mother said.
Ann had been on cruises with her parents before. They were mainly for older people and Ann had- fucked every member of the crew about a dozen times before the trip ended. Her mother thought a cruise would be a good way for Ann to catch' a husband, though, and was always trying to get her to go on one. If only Ann could tell her      mother that she wasn't interested in a husband unless he was sixteen years old. But she couldn't. She told her mother that she would call her back later, and went back to her cit-rubbing.
Before she was able to bring herself off, the phone rang again. This time it was Peter, an old friend from college who liked to come over once in a while and have Ann jerk him off with her feet. He was a weird guy, but Ann liked him. She wasn't too eager to see him that night, but she didn't have the heart to say no. He said that he would be over at eight.
Once again she began leisure1y tickling her clitoris, and once again the phone rang. She decided to let it ring unanswered, but whoever it was was very persistent and the phone kept on ringing. The ringing disturbed her masturbatory efforts and she picked up the receiver. It was another old friend. Clark was a traveling salesman who called Ann when he was in town. He wanted to see her that night, too, and she invited him over. It would be more interesting if there was someone besides Peter around, she figured. Besides, Clark had a few odd habits that Ann enjoyed. This time, rather than hanging the phone up, she left the receiver off the hook. She wanted to get back to television and her clitoris. She was watching a nature show about black bears. It was nice to watch the big animals lumbering around, but if she weren't jerking off simultaneously, it wouldn't have been very exciting.
When a commercial came on, Ann put her finger squarely on the swollen love bud and wiggled it vigorously. The motion she applied to her clit was amplified and played back by her whole body as she shook with lust. She closed her eyes and put her head back, frying to make the sensations last as long as possible. When the bliss ended, she thought about the coming evening.
Peter the foot freak and Clark would make it a fairly interesting night, but she wanted morn. If she could arrange for a few more guests, she could have a real orgy. Ann began to think about various people with various tastes who could be invited. A whole rogues' gallery marched through her mind as she recognized some of the people she had fucked with in the last year. The more she thought about it, the better it seemed and she went to the phone and started calling.
Some of the people she called she hadn't seen in a long time, and they turned out to have disappeared from the scene, but about half the people she tailed she was able to talk to. When they heard that she was giving a party that night, most of them were eager to come. They knew that a party thrown by a chick like her would have to be a hot time.
Ann was really excited by the plan. She took a tower and called up the local deli. She had them bring over a whole feast, and the delivery boys figured into her plans, too. At about eight o'clock things began happening. Boys from the deli bringing in boxes of food, beer and snacks. Peter showed up, and as he was making himself comfortable, more people wandered in.
Soon there was music, people were milling around and few couples, triples and singles were involved in various forms of sexual play here and there around the apartment. Ann sat in her usual chair like a queen of sex surrounded by her court of perversion. She noticed that Peter had Sara, a lesbian hooker, cornered and was pulling off her shoes. Sara wasn't paying any attention to him, though, because she was watching Betty masturbate with a bottle of wine. When Betty pulled the bottle from her cunt, Henry, an old character who always managed to show up at all the orgies, grabbed the battle and took a big pull of wine from it. A group of young boys whom Carol brought in were sitting around watching Rose, Ann's old lezzie lover, sucking Mary's cunt.
Bertha, as usual was dancing near the record player and taking her clothes off seductively. Every time she threw a garment from her, Clark picked it up and used it to adorn his naked body. He had a pair of nylon stockings hanging from his stiff prick and was wearing a slinky pair of bikini panties like a surgical mask. A slim, masculine-looking woman was helping Bertha unfasten her bra.
The couch was covered with naked bodies entwined in a huge knot. There were so many people in the knot that they were spilling over onto the floor. Here and there in the human pile, there could be seen some pumping action and a face in an ecstatic expression stuck out from various places. Ann-- could see that some people in the heap were connected to as many as four others. Drops of cum and cunt-,juice were seeping out from between the bodies.
Ann was sitting in her crotchless undies and nippleless bra. She had been watching the action until then, when a guy she hadn't seen before came over to her. He kneeled in front of her and stuck out his tongue in a curling motion. Ann slid forward until her cunt had passed the edge of the chair, and the guy stuck his face between her thighs and began lapping her pussy. He was a talented cunt-sucker and Ann enjoyed the show while her cunt was well taken care of.
A young boy was tying Silvia, an old friend of Ann's, to the bookcase in a spread-eagle position, and Ann concentrated on Silvia's cunt. Her inner lips stuck out of her gash and Ann remembered sucking on that protruding pink piece of cunt. Someone wanted to kneel on tht arms of Ann's chair and stick his cock in her mouth, but she didn't want to have her view spoiled and she explained that to the guy nicely. He understood and went looking for a more willing mouth.
The head between Ann's thighs was wagging back and forth as his tongue whipped over the interior of her cunt. She looked at other faces that were showing extreme rapture, as she felt her own face tighten in a grimace of ecstasy. Here and there sounds of pleasure could be heard competing with the music. Ann added her own voice to the din as her new friend brought her off. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the slim woman who had helped Bertha undress, being carried around the room by Dick. She had her back to him and it was obvious that his cock was up her ass. She was sticking her legs out in front of her and they were spread wide. Another guy with a big prick sticking up from 'his crotch walked between her legs and slipped his rod into her snatch. With two pricks in her, the two men held her between them and bounced her up and down on their cocks.
A woman was resting on the floor when a young boy came to her and lowered himself between her legs, sticking his face into the crack buried in her beaver. It wasn't long before a sexy bitch lay down beside him and took his prick into her mouth. As Ann watched, that chain grew as a chick, then a guy would go down on the last link. It soon became the longest daisy chain that Ann had ever seen. She went and joined it herself. Dropping to the floor, she took someone's prick into her mouth and began her famous blow-job on it. A link was soon attached to her, too. Not being satisfied to give a regular blow-job, she stuck her finger up the guy's ass and massaged his prostrate. Although she wasn't in a hurry, the guy began spewing his seed into her mouth. Even though the guy had come, Ann continued tonguing his prick until the daisy chain broke up.
Ann got up and looked around. She wanted to make sure that her party was going to be a success.  Everywhere she looked, she saw crowds of people in sexual outrages. Even the food was in on the action. Beth, a wild fucker and a professional, was sticking cocktail wieners up her cunt and having different men, pull them out with their teeth. Another chick had stuffed her twat with olives and was standing on the table as a line of men passed by. With her talented cunt muscles, she dropped one olive in each of their mouths. Someone else was using chip dip to lubricate a woman's asshole for a little buggering.
As Ann looked around, she got a warm feeling. How nice it was to be able to throw a party for friends and have every one have such a good time. Yes, life had been good to her. Even though she was rich and beautiful, the things she liked most in life were free. Things like fucking and sucking and giving orgies for her friends. As she thought about these things, she felt a hand on her ankle. She was being pulled into a pile of fucking people. She didn't resist and let herself be drawn into the heap.
Warm, self bodies engulfed her. She was soon  encased in a human sandwich. A prick could be felt probing her pussy and there was a mouth doing very nice things to her right lit. She founds a stiff cock and began to massage it, although she couldn't reach it with her mouth. Instead she sucked on a cunt that was near her face. She could tell by the taste that a few different pricks had left their loads in it. Another prick began bumping into her ass in an attempt to enter the hole, and Ann wanted him to get in there, but all she could do was wish the guy good luck. It was impossible for her to have helped him in the position she was in.
The cock in her cunt was having its effect and she was about to come. She gave the cunt she was sucking on a few good strokes as her passion overcame her. When she knew what was happening again, she felt the guy behind her moving his prick back and forth between the cheeks of her ass and another guy had made a sandwich-of her tits with his cock as. the filler. It seemed that everyone at the orgy must be in this pile of fucking, sucking people. She Couldn't see light anywhere and every square inch of her body was occupied in some way. So this is what it must feel like to die and go to heaven, she said to herself as her body became one with the rest of bliss-seeking humanity. 
THE END