Ann's boy hunger
Ann James' body was pressed back into the plush leather seat as the twelve-cylinder engine revved and the Jaguar leaped forward. Her huge tits 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 car'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 second favorite 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 made them 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-skirt, 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 tit 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, fuck me, baby, fuck me," Ann moaned into his ear. "It's so good. Ah! Ah! 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 had given 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 balls 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 her 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 tits 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 massaged 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 clit 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 hard 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," she 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; boys 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 to 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-skirt 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 Ann 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 clit 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. Ann was as fun-loving as anyone, and she was willing to play with this trucker.
She let 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. Ann 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, Ann 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! Ann 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. Ann heard her voice above the din 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 Ann could imagine his hand full of hard cock.
The truck began swerving crazily. The trucker was 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, Ann pressed her foot to the floor and the Jag took off, leaving the truck as if it had stopped.
Ann 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 had 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 force of their staring eyes wrapped around her legs and 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, but they 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 Jose had taco juice running down his chin. Ann sipped her Coke and watched the boys. She lifted her feet and put them on the seat across from her, next to Pedro's side. She wondered if 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 his seat, 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 running 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 her crotch, 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 clit, 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 reached 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. When 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 arms around Pedro's neck, and lifted her legs to his waist, taking him into a scissor-like 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. Ann 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 it in the cunt, ass, or mouth were all equally great. The only thing that she died for, cried for and needed every day, was 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 cunt 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 gua
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