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.