When Ann awoke, she was ravenous. A hard day's coming had given her a truck driver's appetite. Although she was covered with her own juices and sweat, she was too hung over to take another shower before she ate. With only her slippers on, she went into the kitchen and put together a quick meal.
After eating, Ann took another shower and promised herself that she wouldn't jerk off again before she got ready to go. It took some will-power to keep her hands off her cunt sometimes, but if she got boned down with her finger, she. would never get out and start fucking. She still hadn't decided what she was going to do that evening, but there was no hurry. Often she would get into her car and just drive until an idea struck her.
Once again Ann started dressing. This time she was able to get completely dressed and leave her apartment without getting lost in a sexual detour. As she Walked out of the building, she felt like she was walking on a cloud. The sky was still light in the west, and it was a perfect evening for picking up young studs.
Ann hopped in the Jag. A second later the engine roared, and she sped off. She didn't know where she was going, so when she, got to the freeway ramp, she let the car decide. That was one of her favorite tricks. She would speed up to the point where she wasn't sure if she could make the tighter right-hand ramp that led east. If she decided that she wasn't going to make it, she would bear off and take the. west ramp.
The Jag tore up the approach heading for the fork. Ann kept, one eye on the tachometer, not shifting until she was nearing the red line. As the turn got tighter, she began to hear the squeal of her rear tires slipping sideways. The ramp branched off just ahead, and Ann was still accelerating. She. knew she wouldn't see the fork until she was right on top of it, and her nerves were sharpened to the maximum.
It seemed that she was going faster than she ever had at that spot, and if she could make that tighter eastern ramp at that speed, it would be terribly exciting. A perfect start for a night of alley-catting.
Suddenly the fork was in sight. She was amazed at how fast it was rushing at her. She desperately wanted to make that turn. All the possible places that she could pick up young, virile boys if she made that east ramp, flashed through her head. Holding the wheel as far to the right as she could, she kept her eye on the concrete and steel structure that divided the road where the ramp split in two. The squeal of the wheels was rising in pitch and volume as she approached. The Jag was sliding away from the east ramp and she was afraid to turn the wheel any farther.- If she lost control now, the car would spin and crash into the steel guard rail. Ann didn't give up until the last second. There was no way that she was going to make the tight right-hand curve that lead to the east-flowing traffic. She let the wheel move towards the left, and the Jag began to grab the road with more assurance as it straightened out and flew up the west-bound ramp.
Oh, well, she didn't make it, but it didn't really matter. It was exciting enough to get her adrenalin flowing, and this direction was just as good as the other. Actually, this direction was better because there were fewer choices for her now. As long as she was heading in this direction, she would probably go to the Black Pearl. It was a lively bar, frequented by young kids. Ann had picked up some nice stuff there before, and since she hadn't been there for a while, it seemed to be a good idea to go then now.
Now that she knew where she was going, she began to feel horny. It was a fairly long drive, and her hunger would make it seem even longer. Ann began her usual driving method for making time. The sleek sports car began weaving in and out of the slower traffic. Ann got carried away, and was going.faster than she realized, and her weaving was getting outrageous. Still, she was surprised to see the flashing blue light in her rear-view minor. She hoped that the cop was after someone else, but she knew that he was coming for her. She slowed down and pulled to the jight. The cop pulled up alongside and motioned her to stop. Gravel flew as the Jag pulled off the road and came to a stop on the shoulder. The cop stopped right behind her.
Ann remembered reading somewhere that it was best to get out of the car and walk over to the cop if you wanted to avoid getting a ticket, and that's what she did. The cop had just stepped out of his car when she reached him. She could tell by the way he. looked at her that the best way for her to try to get out of getting a ticket would be to give this cop some of her special favors. He asked to see her driver's license, but his eyes were asking for something else.
Ann opened her purse and began fishing through it. She could feel his gaze on her tits. She was glad that she was wearing such a tight blouse. While searching through her wallet, she tried to figure out whether her nipples were showing through the thin fabric. As they stood at the side of the toad, the passing traffic kept Ann's body well-lit with flashing headlights. The cop was standing with his back to the traffic, and she couldn't see him very well.
As she handed him her license, she tried to determine his age. There were some young cops around; none young enough to really appeal to her, but in a pinch, she could fuck an older guy.
"Was I doing anything wrong, Officer?" she asked innocently.
"No except speeding, passing on the right, changing lanes without signaling and reckless driving," be answered.
'That sounds pretty serious," Ann said.
"Well, you could lose your license," the cop said.
"If I promise never to do it again, will you let me go?" Ann asked.
"Sorry, lady," he said.
"How about if I throw a blow-job in the deal?" Ann said in the most seductive voice she could manage.
The cop looked at her for a few seconds without saying anything. Then he told her he'd have to radio in a check on her car. It would only take a few minutes and she could sit in the patrol car with him if she wanted. Ann understood why he was being reluctant to answer her directly, so she got into his car with him. The cop began reading her license number and a description of her car over his two-way radio. Holding his microphone in one
hand, he began unzipping his pants and unfastening his belt with the other.
The car was illuminated by the traffic streaming past, and the sound of the cars rushing by created a strange atmosphere for sex. Ann lowered herself on the front seat with her head over the cop's opened pants. She stuck her hand in there and began fishing around. It didn't take her long to find the stiff billy-club that his cock had become.
Freeing the pole from his pants, Ann realized that she had made a good deal. This cop had a beautiful cock. She heard him talking over his radio as she brought her lips to the swollen head. She kissed the twitching knob as she held it around the thick shaft.
"Ann James, 549 Valley View, thirty-six, Caucasian female," she heard him saying into the microphone above her as she was kissing his other microphone.
Ann opened her mouth and took the fat dang into it. The taste of maleness filled her mouth and a rush.of sexual excitement ran through her. One of the cop's big, heavy hands descended on her side and slid around to her fit. He squeezed the huge handful a little too hard, and Ann grunted her discomfort, causing the guy to ease up a bit. She knew she had promised a blow-job and nothing else, but she was a perfectionist and wanted to give him her best.
Ann held his cock-head on her wet tongue.
Turning her head gave the bulb in her mouth friction. She moved her tongue back and forth under the head for a while, then all around it. Ann was just beginning, and she was looking forward to swallowing a big load of jism. Moving her head forward caused the cock to slide to the back of her throat, and then farther, until it was deep down her gullet. Ann slid th amp;rod in and out, from her lips to past her tonsils.
Moving her head slowly and deliberately, Ann was building up passion in her policeman lover. It was time to give him one of her best tricks, she thought. Swallowing his prick as far down as she could, she held her head still. Then she swallowed, so the muscles in her throat grabbed his prick and tried to force it down her throat. She did that several times, and could tell by the way he grabbed her tit and held it tightly, that her technique was getting to him. She couldn't breathe while she had his cock in her throat, so she had to lift her head and get the stiff dong out of her throat while she caught her breath. As she breathed through her nose, she played with his prick-head in her mouth. Then, when she had breathed enough for a while, she slid her head down towards his lap again, and the mushroom went down her throat. She gave him a few more swallow strokes, then lifted her head to breathe again..
Above her, she heard the owner of that cock begin to breathe hard.and noisily. It wouldn't be long, she knew. Increasing the speed of her head-plunges was sending his rod in and out with blinding speed. If she bobbed her head any faster, she might get a bum on her tongue. She felt the cop rise up off his seat, and she braced herself for
"Ah Uhhhhh!" she heard him groan as the first bullets of cum splashed into her mouth. Shot after shot bunt from his cock as she continued bobbing her head up and down. Swallowing as fast as she could, Ann drank the goo that was filling her mouth. His sperm was especially delicious. When he stopped spurting, she sucked him clean, and lifted her head. As his prick was collapsing, she kissed it lightly on the piss-slit.
"Well, lady, I've decided to let you go with a warning this time, but you'd better slow down," he said sternly. Then he added, "That was the greatest blow-job I ever had." Ann went back to her own car and drove off. She was lucky to get away with a reward for speeding rather than a fine. She was still anxious to get there, but she thought she better go slower. Delays like that were nice, though. Still, she was after younger game, and she would have to pay attention to what she was doing if she was going to get any.
Without further incident, she arrived at the bar, She parked her car and went in. It was dark inside, and the blaring music assaulted her ears. As hereyes became accustomed to the dim light, she began to see what was going on in there. There was a band at one end of the place. On either side of the band, and a little higher up on platforms, there were topless go-go dancers. Ann watched them, sizing up their bodies and comparing them to hers.
In front of the bandstand, a swarm of dancers moved to the beat of the primitive music. The dancers' bodies pulsed together like a living percussion instrument. Ann's body was responding to the beat and if no one asked her to dance soon, she would have to find a good-looking kid, and ask him. A long bar, with drinkers two deep, stretched along one side of the place. Ann made her way towards the bar to get a drink.
As she fought her way through the crowd, salacious comments were hurled at her by several men, and some very young ones, too. Ann had the feeling that she was in for a good time. Squeezing into the piles of people lining the bar she waved a five-dollar bill to attract the bartender's attention. As the men standing around her noticed her, they began to move back a little so they could get a look at her.
Ann got her drink, and stood there while she drank it. Her eyes scanned the sea of people, and several studs caught her eye. She quickly finished her drink, and called for another. With two or three drinks in her, she could be a wild woman, not that she was tame when sober.
She was attracting the stares of dozens of men, and some women, but she only encouraged the ones who looked like they were too young to be in the place. She saw three handsome studs sitting at a table, and smiling at them, she lingered near them, trading smiles and stares. Finally, one of them got up and walked to her, asked her to dance and led her to the dance floor when she accepted. The kid was a good dancer, and Ann let herself go, dancing up a storm.
When the music stopped, Ann didn't let the kid get away. She asked him to dance again, and he was more than willing. The dance floor was crowded, and Ann kept bumping people with her wildly swinging ass. No one minded, though.
After a few fast songs, the band began a slow, bluesy piece. The kid said he didn't know how to dance slowly, mid tried to lead her away, but Ann didn't let him get away with that. Telling him that she would teach him, she grabbed him and held his body to hers. As soon as he felt her tits press against his chest, he seemed eager to get a dancing lesson; Ann led him around the floor, and he was a fast learner.
The mass of her big jugs was squeezed between them, and her lower belly pressed on his crotch. As she expected, the bulge in his pants began growing and g4ting hard. When she felt it, she increased her movements until she was really.giving him a good rub-down. The boy clung to her as his passion increased. Ann was beginning to feel hot again, and she knew it was going to be easy to score this kid, and maybe his friends, too. All the couples on the dance floor were holding on to each other fervently, but somehow, Ann and her partner were attached more sensuously. Maybe it was the way she moved the boy around, but whatever it was, it didn't go unnoticed by the people watching. Guys all over the room were getting hard-ons just imagining how those huge melons must feel pressed against the lucky kid's chest.
When the song ended, Ann let the boy take her back to the table where his friends were. There was a drink waiting for her and she thanked them for it.
They all wanted to ask her who she was and what she did. All the usual questions. She told them her name, and as an explanation of what she did, she said she was a tactile sensualist. She could tell that that had the desired effect on them; they got an idea of what she meant, but weren't exactly sure. Out of a sense of protocol, she asked them what their names were and what they did, but she really didn't care, and when they told her, she forgot what they said immediately. All she cared about was that they were virile young men and that they wanted to fuck her.
The band had taken a break, and Ann decided to make small talk with this bunch until the music started again, have a few dances, and then, STRIKE. As she talked with them, she kept a roving eye scouting for other candidates for her hungry cunt. She figured she could handle this bunch in fifteen or twenty minutes, and since she was drinking and feeling very loose, her appetite was going to be huge.
As they all talked, Ann began to notice that the boys seemed to be starting a subtle competition for her. The one she danced with was hinting that the other should recognize his right to her, and they seemed to be trying to make their own claims. She knew that there were problems in dealing with young kids, but they made up for it so well, it was worth the trouble.
"Look, guys," she said to them with an authoritarian tone, "there's enough to go around, so stop squabbling. When the band comes back, we'll have a few dances, then I'll take you all on." She followed that announcement with a smile and wink.
The kids were flabbergasted, and Ann hoped that she hadn't scared them away. But remembering the stiffness of the cock that poked her in the belly as she danced, she knew that they would be ready when she was. It seemed that her admonishment worked; they stopped arguing, and sat quietly waiting for the band to return. Ann was able to sip her drink, look around and savor the coming fuck. Her cunt was moistening in anticipation.
The band came back, and started playing another rocker. Ann told the guys to came dance with her. She could handle all of them. The four of them wen! to the dance floor and started gyrating to the music. As they danced, Ann moved close to one of them and gave him a whack with her swinging tits. The weird attack made the boy open his eyes wide in surprise. Then she danced over to another of them and gave him a smack on the arm with her wrecking-ball knockers. Then the third kid got a taste of the same. The boys were beginning to realize what a mad woman they were dealing with.
When the music stopped, the boys stood and looked at Ann to see what she would do. but she didn't do anything. She merely waited for the band to start another number, then started dancing again. They were horny, and eager to get started on her, but she seemed to be more interested in dancing. Actually, Ann was enjoying herself dancing and she also enjoyed their impatience. She knew that a young stud kept waiting was turned into a wild animal, and the animal energy would be released on her when she decided it was time. The thought of being ravaged by these three kids, turned into horny maniacs by frustration, thrilled her and her pussy was soaking in anticipation.
They danced about three dances, then the band started a slow number. Ann looked at them, turned her back and started walking towards the door. Like a litter of puppies, they followed after her another rocker. Ann told the guys to came dance with her. She could handle all of them. The four of them wen! to the dance floor and started gyrating to the music. As they danced, Ann moved close to one of them and gave him a whack with her swinging tits. The weird attack made the boy open his eyes wide in surprise. Then she danced over to another of them and gave him a smack on the arm with her wrecking-ball knockers. Then the third kid got a taste of the same. The boys were beginning to realize what a mad woman they were dealing with.
When the music stopped, the boys stood and looked at Ann to see what she would do. but she didn't do anything. She merely waited for the band to start another number, then started dancing again. They were horny, and eager to get started on her, but she seemed to be more interested in dancing. Actually, Ann was enjoying herself dancing and she also enjoyed their impatience. She knew that a young stud kept waiting was turned into a wild animal, and the animal energy would be released on her when she decided it was time. The thought of being ravaged by these three kids, turned into horny maniacs by frustration, thrilled her and her pussy was soaking in anticipation.
They danced about three dances, then the band started a slow number. Ann looked at them, turned her back and started walking towards the door. Like a litter of puppies, they followed after her.
Their eyes were glued to her sensuously swaying ass, and the shapely legs that were exposed below her mini. As she led them out, she thought she could hear them panting behind her. The parade attracted a lot of attention, and as they strolled, a single-file, out the door, they were being watched by countless eyes.
"All right, which of you fuckers has the most comfortable car?" she asked.
The boys had a short discussion while Ann waited. When it was settled, they walked to the parking lot and climbed into a sleek van. Once inside, Ann couldn't help being impressed. It was totally lined with shag carpeting. There were big pillows all around, the lighting was low and soft, and one of the kids turned on the tape machine, so mellow music filled the van. The kid who owned it was grinning from ear to ear as he saw that Ann liked his van.
She made herself comfortable, leaning back on a fat pillow. The boys sat around her, watching, but not moving For a while they just sat there getting used to the atmosphere. One of the kids reached in his pocket and pulled out a joint of grass. He lit it and took a deep drag. He passed it to Ann, who took a hit. The joint was passed until it was gone. By then they each had had about three hits, which would be plenty. The music began sounding much better and Ann was floating.
Through drooping eyelids, she surveyed the crop of studs before her. Being high on the pot made her even more anxious to get things going. Picking one of them, she stared deeply into his eyes, then lifted her hand, and with a seductive come-here motion of her index finger, she summoned him. She reached out to him as he crawled towards her. They came together in a tight embrace and kissed. That seemed to be the signal for the other two to start in on her.
As she kissed the boy, she felt the others' hands on her thighs. She moved to the middle of the van to give them all better positions from which to feel her body. Six hands ran over her. Her fits were being massaged roughly and two hands were exploring her crotch. Making them wait was paying off. They were going at her with all the energy that they could muster. Ann could just lie there, enjoying their hands. They began unbuttoning her blouse, and she felt her skirt come loose around her waist, and pulled down her legs. She helped them remove her blouse. Before long, she was lying naked among the three horny kids who continued working on her.
Ann was having a ball lying there passively and letting the boys do all the work. Her marijuana-addled brain registered every kiss, every squeeze and every poke. There was a sucking boy on each of her fits, and the difference in their sucking technique was fascinating to her, not to mention incredibly erotic. Her cunt was holding about four or five fingers that belonged to all three of them. She wondered how they managed to get a good feel on her cunt with all the competition. Fingers were reaching way up her cunt-tunnel, and others were probing the outer regions of the wet gash.
Ann opened her eyes to see what was happening, and noticed that one of them was taking his clothes off. When he was naked, he cleared his friends from between her legs and lowered himself over her. She felt the round sponginess of his cock-head knocking at the door of her pussy. Ann spread her legs wide, and the kid's cock slid smoothly up her cunt-hole. Her body curled up slightly as the intense feeling flooded her pot-soaked consciousness. The horny fucker began pumping his rod in and out with all his teenage enthusiasm. His hard prick traveled the entire length of her tight hole.
The other kids were stripping their clothes off as they grew anxious to take their own turns. Ann was getting ecstatic with the strong fucking she was getting, and the thought that the two others would take over when her present fucker was spent, sent her to the gates of heaven. The prick in her twat was stirring up her ardor, and once again she was doing what she loved most in life.
The pot made Ann feel that she was outside her body, yet she could feel with heightened clarity everything that was happening to her.. She could see herself lying on the plush carpet with her legs spread, and the guy lying between them. She could see his ass rising and falling as he drove his prick in and out of her cunt. His balls were hanging below his ass, and with every plunge he made, they swung and crashed against her ass.
While she watched the action in her imagination, the feeling of his ram-rod-was very real. The flesh of her cunt lining was being pulled and pressed by the pistoning action of that hard and huge dick. Every time he brought his hips forward and plunged his dong in, the pubic bone pressed her clit, causing an additional wave of pleasure to emanate from her pussy.
The boy had a very nice way of fucking. All his movements were iii his hips, unlike some guys who moved their whole bodies up and down. He kept his body firmly pressed on her. His face was buried in the nape of her neck, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Ann used her cunt muscles to massage his cock as it slipped in and out. She made her cunt as tight as she could to increase the friction.
The boys watching Were getting excited, too. They sat on their haunches, their pricks stiff and sticking out into the crowded van. They waited for their friend to come so they could take his place.
They didn't have to wait long. With the milking motion of Ann's well-trained cunt, it didn't take long for her to bring the young boy to a climax.
She didn't want to draw it out, because she knew there was another hard prick in the wings. The kid on her began panting and grunting. Soon his jism was spurting into her snatch. As soon as his body stopped jerking with his orgasm, his buddies pulled him off her. Ann's body felt cool without the warmth of a hot stud lying on her, but she was soon warm again as one of the other kids climbed on her.
A new cock slipped into her cunt, and into the mixture of her twat juice and his friend's cunt. As the new mount began pumping, Ann was nearing her own climax. The boy felt her cunt contracting and clamping tightly on his cock as she came. The relatively small area of the van contained her desperate moaning, and made it sound very loud. With the boy still going strong, and another waiting, Ann knew that she was in for a long line of orgasms that would get better and better until she was out of her head with delight.
Her next climax came at the same time as her stud's, and as they came together, their bodies writhed in a dance of sexual ecstasy. The boy finished before Ann, but she held him tightly in her arms and bucked her hips. The wrung-out kid bounced like a rag doll on her as she completed her orgasm. When she let him go, he roiled off her and lay exhausted beside her while the last kid took his turn.
The last one bad the biggest cock by far, and although her pussy had been stretched by the last two pricks she had in there, Ann couldn't help crying out as he shoved the length of his fat cock up her drenched pussy. Ann wasn't quite ready for such a huge prick, and she began moaning in a combination of pain and ecstasy. She could feel every contour of that enormous dong as it raked the tender lining of her cunt. Having just fucked two other guys made her snatch even more sensitive than usual.
Ann's whole body reacted to the plummeting prick, and as he pumped it into her, she jerked convulsively. It seemed that the king-sized rod was going to impale her by going through her entire body. She imagined herself dangling on his cock, limp and spent, as he got up and walked away. As her pussy began stretching to conform to the size of the kid's prick, Ann relaxed and started enjoying it. The pain subsided, and the pleasure mounted.
The thick bead of the mammoth tool felt fantastic now, as it slid up her cave and hit the ye end of the line, then slid out until the cock-he spread her puffy cunt-lips wide. The boy was increasing the speed of his thrusts as his passion mounted, and the friction was heating Ann's cunt even mare than her own lust had heated it.
As she lay there under his onslaught, her body seemed to disappear. The only thing she was a ware of was her cunt, filled to the point where it was about to split, with the stud's plunging, enormous prick. Every stroke of his cock in her pussy sent a wave of intense rapture through her, and every wave was saved in a bank of pleasure in her brain until the well of ecstasy overflowed and she came.
The two other kids were fascinated by the sight before them. They knew that their buddy had a prize-winning prick, and were eager to see it in action. They could see by the expression on Ann's face that the big prick was more than she expected. They watched as her tortured features began to change to a look of unbelieving passion. Her mouth opened as if she were going to scream, but no sound was heard..
They noticed that her arms and legs were twisted grotesquely by her muscles which were tensed by extreme ecstasy. As their big-cocked friend sped up his bobbing, hips, they saw how Ann's body began jerking with the rhythm of his cock-shoving. It was a good show, and as they watched, their own pricks began inflating once again. They were getting eager to have another go at her.
The ecstasy that had been building up in Ann exploded. She was overcome with lust once again that day. Her body writhed and her voice once again rose in a howl of fulfillment. The huge cock in her had brought her off in a huge climax, and she was out of her bead with wild passion. She was so far gone that she couldn't even feel the ocean of jism that was spurting into her snatch. Her cunt was so full by this time that the gooey stuff was oozing down the smooth, round bottoms of her ass-cheeks and onto the carpet under her.
When the owner of the gigantic prick collapsed in a heap on top of her, Ann's body was still twitching with residual pangs of pleasure. The boy's friends had to drag him off to make room for themselves. The kid who had gone first climbed back on her, and before Ann had recovered from the last fuck, she was being plugged by another, albeit smaller, cock. Her brain didn't have a chance to unscramble from the eruption of her last charge of ecstasy, and now she was experiencing another build-up of passion. Her body began tensing in pleasure once again, and her fuse was on the verge of blowing.
She was in such a state of disoriented lust that she hardly heard the boy who was waiting his turn say, "Let's turn her over so we can both work on her." Nor was she really aware of it when they turned her over and setter up on all fours. The fucker had taken his cock out of her cunt long enough for that maneuver, than put it back in from the back, doggie-style. His friend kneeled in front of her face and stuck his stiff prick into her slack mouth. Almost unconsciously Ann began sucking his rod as an innate instinct was triggered by the touch of a cock on her lips.
Ann was floating on a cloud of sexual delirium. She had managed to get herself into another fantastic orgy, and if she could think straight, she would have congratulated herself. The two cocks sliding into her from each end were giving her all she needed to live a happy life. By now, she was in a perpetual state of orgasm. The pleasure of lust had risen in her and had gotten stuck. She was on a high plateau of pleasure.
The cock in her mouth was thrusting way down her throat and the one in her cunt was pushing deep into her body; the two pricks were almost meeting inside her. Ann had to grab what air she could when the prick in her mouth~ retreated enough to allow her to breathe.
"Mm! Mm! Mm!" she repeated on the prick in her mouth.
The boy behind her was moving steadily back and forth, driving his cock relentlessly in and out. His belly slapped against her rump with a loud slap every time he drove the plunging prick home. His balls swung wildly as he pumped, and with every thrust, they swung up and touched her pussy curls.
While his two friends were stuffing Ann with their pricks, the boy with the super-cock noticed a few guys he knew walking through the parking lot. He opened the door of the van and called to them. When he showed them what was going on in there, they climbed in and began pulling off their clothes Ann was obvious to what was going on but if she had known, she would have been very happy.
The boy with his prick in her mouth came with a surprising rush of cum, and Ann just barely managed to swallow it without drowning. As the spent boy fell away, he was replaced immediately by one of the new comers. He stuck his tool in Ann's mouth and she automatically began sucking it.
The boy behind her came, and he was replaced by the other new-corner. Ann hardly noticed the switch.
One of the boys who had just finished with her, threw his clothes on and, in a fit of generosity, went into the bar and told another guy he knew about the action in the van. Before coming out, he told someone else. Before long, the van was full of horny young kids who were taking their clothes off and trying to get their cocks stuck into one of Ann's gorgeous holes. It got through to her muddled brain that there were more kids pressing themselves on her than there had been before, and she smiled slyly when her mouth was free of a prick for a few seconds.
The van was being surrounded with young kids with hard-ons just dying for a chance to fuck the chick who was described as a horny kid's perfect wet-dream. The original three fuckers abandoned the van, and their new friend as the mob pressed in like a tidal wave.
Ann was fucked a thousand times. Her twat, ass and stomach were full of the spewing of countless pricks. It was hours before all the kids who were willing to wait their turn had had, their fill of her. Finally she was left, lying in the van in a puddle of spilled cum. There was a smile permanently etched on her face, and she was slowly coming down from a peak of sexual frenzy that she had rarely reached in her life.
When the kid who owned the van came back for it the next morning, she was gone. He wondered if it could have been a dream, a dream he shared with about a hundred other guys. In any case, it wasn't something that happened every day. It was quite an experience.
Ann had managed to get up and drive home. When the doorman saw her staggering up the walk, wrapped in her blanket, he ran out to help her. He couldn't quite decide if she needed help. Under the blanket she was naked he could tell because she kept dropping it and her hair was a mess. The expression on her face told him that she was content and very happy, though, so he 'led her up to her apartment and put her in bed. She thanked him in a soft, faraway-sounding voice. She kept smiling until she fell into a deep sleep.