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.