Brian Layer

Ann_s boy hunger

CHAPTER ONE

Ann lame's body was pressed back into the plush leather seat as the twelve-cylinder engine revved and the Jaguar leaped forward. Her huge fits were flattened slightly against her chest from the acceleration and she felt the thrill of speed in her cunt. Under her skillful control, the sleek car turned up the ramp to the freeway. Ann refused to slow down even though the ramp was a tight, decreasing radius curve. The rear wheels began to slide to the side, and she listened to the squealing tires as she concentrated on the feeling of the cu's sideways movement. As the ramp straightened out and entered the freeway, Ann pressed the accelerator and the Jag tore forward.

It took ail her skill as a driver to negotiated the ramp at that speed and it set every nerve in her body on fire. Driving like that was Ann's secondfavorite thing in the whole world. Her first favorite was fucking and that's why she was in her car right now. She had been sitting around the house when the call came from Bill. He was home from college for the long weekend and wanted to see her. As soon as Ann heard his voice, her pussy began to drool There was no way that she could turn down a chance to get her hands on a firm young body like Bill's.

Ann was quite a bit older than Bill. In fact, she was old enough to be his mother. At thirty-six, she was celebrating her twentieth anniversary as a fucker. Bill was only nineteen. It seemed the older she got, the younger she liked her lovers to be. There was a time when she actually preferred older men, but that was only before she was twenty. Since then, the kids she saw playing in the streets and in the playgrounds started her body longing for the young cocks that they carried in their jeans. She had been responsible for initiating a number of kids into the world of sex and she was happy to be providing that service.

Ann felt good when she was behind the wheel and racing to a meeting with a young stud. Her blonde hair flew in the rushing breeze and the vibration of the road set her tits quivering. She had had a beautiful set of jugs since she was thirteen and since that time they have remained in excellent condition. The years had caused them to sag only the tiniest bit, and Ann liked the slight sag; it madethem look heavier, she thought. The globes were decorated with pink areolas the size of doughnuts and the nipples could always be seen pushing against the tight fabric that she wore over them. She wore a very short mini-skin, and the smooth leather of the car seat felt cool and nice on her bare thighs. A moist odor rose from under her skirt and was blown away by the rushing air that blew through the open windows of the car, but every once in a while, she got a whiff of the pungent smell of her hot cunt juice as it seeped out of her box and wet her inner thighs.

Her exit came up, and she maneuvered the Jag through the lines of traffic smoothly, taking the exit ramp with the same ease that she did everything else.

In a minute, she was in front of Bill's house. Bill must have been watching for her because as soon as the horn sounded, he came dashing out the door and ran to the car. He slid in beside her and leaned towards her, kissing her and squeezing her lit in one motion.

"Nice seeing you again, baby," she said as she gunned the engine. She couldn't wait until she was on the freeway again, and in fifth gear, so she would have a free hand.

"Nice seeing you, too," Bill said, and continued to massage her heaving tits.

While she drove, he kissed her neck and stuck his tongue in her ear. She tried to stop him from sticking his hand up her skirt because it would be impossible for her to drive with his fingers in her cunt. It had been a whole day since the last time she had any cock, so she was tremendously horny. They were on their way back to her place, but Ann didn't think she could wait that long.

Bill kept creeping under her mini and up her thighs. Finally, Ann swung the Jag to the right-hand lane and took the next exit. As soon as she could, she. pulled into a parking lot and stopped. With trembling fingers, she grappled with Bill's belt buckle and zipper. He was surprised to find her acting so wild right in a parking lot.

"Come on," she said. "You couldn't keep your hands off me when I was driving, now let's go.

His stiff cock flew from his pants when she freed it and Ann marveled at it. She had forgotten how big and beautiful it was. Without taking her eyes from the thing, she threw her legs up at him and leaned back on the door of the, car. Pulling her soaking panties off and spreading her legs, she urged Bill to lunge at her cunt.

Bill looked at the treasure that she was offering him. Under the hem of her skirt, he could see the hairy triangle of her pussy patch. The juicy lips of her cunt were spread, and the pink lining 'was glistening with her slick cream. The bottoms of her ass-cheeks. peeked out at him from beneath the wet mess of hair and reminded him of two white melons. The fragrance of her hot crotch rose and filled the car with its perfume.

Bill leaned his body over hers. The emergency brake dug into his thighs and there wasn't enough room for him to straighten his knees, but those were minor problems when the rewards were so great. Their lips met and they both opened their mouths. Two wet tongues intertwined and they drank each other's saliva. Ann grabbed his cock and could have taken his pulse by counting the violent twitches that were surging through it. Guiding the fat prick to her starving cunt, she inserted the bloated head between the outer lips and Bill did the rest.

He lowered his hips, forcing the pole up her twat cave. The hiss of her breath sucked suddenly between her, teeth told Bill that she was thrilled by the presence of his dong in her snatch. The head of the huge thing was touching the opening of her uterus and there wasn't a bit of cunt that wasn't full of cock-meat.

Bill grabbed a tit in each of his hands and squeezed. The spongy flesh compressed between his fingers and the nipples pressed into the sweaty palms of his hands. He began moving his hips back and forth, driving his flaming rod in and out of that oozing tunnel. Ann was using the muscles in her twat to grab his cock tightly with every thrust. Although he'd never tried it, Bill imagined that an automatic milking machine would feel very much like Ann's well-trained cunt. Their hips picked up

the rhythm and they moved in opposite directions with every thrust. Bill's balls swung wildly and crashed into the soft melons of Ann's ass.

"Oh, hick me, baby, fuck me," Ann moaned into his ear. "It's so good. Ah! Ab! Ohhh!"

"I'm going to c-come!" Bill gasped.

Ann felt hot charges of cum shooting into her. The white stuff that gushed from his rod filled her pussy and triggered her own climax. With her eyes tightly closed, Ann saw a sunburst in her mind as pure pleasure slithered through her body from her tingling cunt. Her mouth hung open and a wail of ecstasy filled the small car. Her body shook all over as she lost control of her muscles in the heat of a powerful orgasm.

When the pleasure subsided and her mind cleared, she became aware of her peculiar situation. She was lying under Bill's heavy body in her car in some parking lot that she had never even seen before. She felt his prick lying in her box. It was' no longer stiff but it still filled her and felt fine. Slowly it was shrinking to a soft handful of limp flesh.

Ann pushed Bill away from her and straightened up in her seat. As she reached for the ignition, she noticed an old man and woman with a cart full of groceries standing in front of the car, staring at them. They were holding onto each other and they had a shocked expression on their old faces. Ann and Bill smiled as they realized that their fuck hadgiven these old folks a good show. As the sports car zoomed by them, Ann waved a friendly good-bye to the old couple and hoped that the action they saw would give them the energy to have a go at it themselves when they got home.

Since they usually fucked more than a mere one time, Ann and Bill decided to go to Ann's apartment and continue their lascivious, pursuits. On the way, they talked about the time when they first met.

It was at a bar that was frequented by teenagers. Ann was there, cruising the young guys, and when she saw Bill, she was instantly attracted to him. His slim body and long, curly hair made her heart pound with sexual need. He was surprised when she asked him to dance. It was unusual to see a woman her age in the place, but she was so gorgeous that he was eager to get to know her. They didn't even finish the dance. After she bopped him a few times with her swinging tits, they danced right out into the parking lot and hopped into his back seat. They had a good laugh about it now, and Bill was still a little embarrassed when Ann reminded him how he had stared at her mammoth tits the first time he had seen them.

Once they arrived at Ann's place, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Ann suggested that they both take a shower to clean the residue of the last fuck from their.bodies before going at it again. They stripped and Ann turned on the water.

Bill followed her into the bathroom, his eyes glued to the round, firm and fully packed cheeks of her ass as they bounced gently with her every step. The deep crack between those mounds made Bill long to bury his face in their warmth.

It was sort of crowded in the shower with Bill's hard-on, but they managed to make the best of it. First, Ann scrubbed Bill's back and did an especially good job on his ass. She soaped his chest and belly, then wrapped her soapy hands mound his thick shaft. She washed the entire length of it carefully, so he wouldn't get too excited too soon. His bails were next, and they received the same tender scrubbing as the rest of him. When he was perfectly clean, Ann handed the soap to him.

Bill didn't know where to start, so he started at the top. He rubbed the bar of soap. over her neck and shoulders, raising a thick lather. Then he turned her around to do het back; he was saving the best parts for later. Her back was smooth and delicate. As he ran his hands over the skin, his prick, still hard, poked her soft ass. When he had scrubbed her from shoulders to waist, he turned her around so she was facing him again. The idea of washing those protruding fits made his cock even harder and the knob blew up like a balloon.

Bill began by rubbing her chest above the boobs and then, slowly, rubbed his way down to them. The hardness of her upper chest changed to softness as his hands descended to the cushioned tits. The jellied masses quivered and slipped around under his slippery hands. As he passed the bar from one tit to the other, her breasts were soon covered with white foam. Bill put the soap down and rubbed the swaying jugs with his bare hands. He lifted them and massaged7 the undersides of the heavy mounds, then let them slip from his palms and take their natural position on her chest where they quivered for a second before coming to rest again.

The nipples were soft, so Bill put his fingertips on them and held them firmly, twisting slightly. The pink flesh gathered into tight, puckered knobs right in his grip. Her tits took on a slightly different shape as the skin was drawn to the puckering nipples.

Bill continued down her belly. He skimmed the bar of soap over the area between her slightly sagging tits and the top of her beaver. With his index finger, he cleaned out her belly button. Before getting into the really good part, he washed her long, slender arms.

His breath became deeper as he began washing her delicious pussy. He soaped it up, then put the bar away and rubbed with his hand and fingers. With the tip of his fingers, he scrubbed the curly hair and then, more carefully, he slipped his fingers in the long slit and washed the interior up to the inner lips. As Bill's fingers moved over the bud of her clitoris, he felt a shiver run through Ann. He noticed that the soapy water was being diluted by the juice that seeped from the crack. How was he going to get her completely clean if she continued to secrete the slimy lubricant? He didn't want to move on too soon, and Ann seemed to be in no particular hurry, so he kept moving his finger around in the soap-filled gash. From the back to the front, on her cut and over the irregular ridge of her inner lips, his stroking fingers traveled. Bill put his other hand around her waist and pulled her fat tits to his hard, muscled chest. Their mouths met in a deep kiss. Ann had really meant to take a shower with this stud first, and then fuck again, but, after all, she was getting her cunt washed, so why shouldn't she give him a little kiss now? Before long, Ann had to admit to herself that the shower idea had gotten out of hand. If he tried to stop washing her pussy now, she would kill him.

She was going to come, there was no stopping now. Bill knew that she was on her way by the rising and falling of her tits as her breathing became bard and fast. He liked the idea of holding her in his strong arm while she squirmed in the grip of an orgasm. She was making those desperate sounds in her throat again, and Bill tightened his hold around her waist and increased the rubbing in her cunt.

Ann's hips began to pump back and forth involuntarily and Bill had to work very hard to keep his fingers within her snatch. Ann thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as her whole body began bucking wildly. He knew she was coming, and he kissed her back with equal force. Putting the tip of his middle finger on her tit, he pressed and vibrated the little bud as fast as he could.

The result was incredible. Ann seemed to go wild and Bill didn't know if he could hold onto her. He tried to make sure she didn't bang her head on the hard tile of the wall.

Ann continued to shake as if she were conducting a thousand-volt current, and Bill continued to diddle her cunt. Finally, she began to slow dawn and her muscles relaxed. When the climax had died down, she was so spent that Bill had to bold her to keep her from slumping to the floor of the shower. Her body was like a bowl of melting jello. He helped her sit down on a chair just outside of the shower and she sat there while she caught her breath.

"Oh, baby, that was fantastic," sh6 told him, and pulled him down on her lap.

Bill felt a little foolish sitting on her lap, but he began to feel better about it when she grabbed his prick and held it in her wet hands. She asked him to hand her the soap, and when he did, she rubbed it between her hands until they were covered with lather. Then she took his prick and slid her soapy hands up and down the shaft and over the big, round head. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, her hands moved over his rod. Bill sat on her lap and held her around the shoulder with one hand while his other caressed her wet tits.

Ann leaned her head back and, with lowered eyelids, looked at him. Her mouth sagged open slightly and, taking the hint, he pressed his lips to hers and they kissed again. The passion was rising in his body and her hands stroked his prick with increasing speed. Bill began to grunt without taking his mouth from hers. Ann's hands were a blur as they flew up and down on his rod. Suddenly a wad of jism shot out of his prick and high in the air. It was followed by several more spurts which didn't reach nearly so high. They both felt the first shot as it landed on both their faces, but they paid no attention to it and continued sucking at each other's mouths.

Bill's cum was running down over Ann's hands and she slowed tier pumping. When she felt his prick begin to deflate, she took her mouth from his and rested her head on his chest. They sat like that until they had enough energy to take another shower. After two orgasms apiece, they were ready to take a shower uninterrupted by fits of lust. But, by the time they got out of the bathroom, clean and refreshed, they were ready to lie down on the bed and see what would come up.

Bill snuggled up close to Ann's body and laid his head on her left tit and rested his hand on her hairy triangle. He turned his hips, and with a clever twisting motion, he flipped his soft cock up on

Ann's thigh. She reached down to pet.the soft sausage, but as,her hand drew near, it lifted its head a bit in an effort to show them both that there was still some life left in it.

Ann took the pecker in her hand and held it. The thing was even big when it was soft, and Ann took the opportunity to compliment him on his wonderful possession. As if to show its appreciation, the fleshy banana began to swell, forcing Ann's fingers to open. She felt the temperature rise in the cock as it filled with hot blood. At times like these, she understood why she was so attracted to young boys. They were so resilient; toy could fuck and fuck and still be ready for more. A man her own age would never be able to keep up with her insatiable sexual appetite.

Soon Bill's prick was hard and twitching in her hand. He turned his head and took one of her hardening nipples in his mouth and began sucking. Bill was doing good work on her nipple and Ann tugged the skin up and down over his boner.

Ann pulled her nipple from his mouth, end swivelled around on her as so that her head was near Bill's cock. Without having let the jerking dong out of her grip, she placed a kiss on the little slot and stuck the tip of her tongue in it. She nibbled at it gingerly while Bill moved his head between her thighs. Ann opened her legs to give him access to her still-hungry cunt.

The fragrant smell of a hot pussy filled his nose as his lips touched the bristling hair. Bill stuck out his tongue and found the pink slit. When the salty taste met his tongue, he licked the whole length of the opening, and with every lick, he stuck his tongue farther in. The inner lips felt willing to open and give him access to the deeper areas of her pleasure-pit. Pushing his face snugly against her mound, Bill stuck his tongue out as far as he could and slid it up her juicy cunt-hole. His nose was pressed on her cunt and his lower lip dug into bet asshole as he reached up her cave with his wiggling, wagging tongue. Ann moved her hips slowly from side to side and pressed her crotch dawn on his face. The warm cream flowing from her steaming twat ran down Bill's chin and neck.

As soon as Ann felt Bill's tongue enter her pussy, she opened her mouth and took the fat head of his prick inside. The spongy knob sat on her soft, wet tongue for a minute before she started swirling her tongue around the taut skin.

The feeling of her mouth clamped down softly but firmly on his cock excited Bill more than he thought possible after all the games they had played already that day. Somehow, there was nothing like sticking his prick in a woman's mouth for a great thrill, he realized.

When he began probing the depths of her snatch with his tongue, Ann responded by moving her head back and forth so that his cock slid to the back of her throat, then almost out of her mouth,

then back. The sensitive underside of his cock-head traveled over the slightly rough surface of her tongue while the rest of his prick bathed in her hot saliva. His cock was so fat that Ann wasn't able to avoid scraping it with her teeth, but the little pain it caused Bill only added to his excitement.

With Ann giving him one of her expert blow-jobs, Bill was inspired to do a good job eating her. He lashed the interior of her twat with all the strength in his tongue, and he could tell by the way Ann was moving her hips that his lapping was having its effects. Moving his tongue from the cunt-tube, he began licking her clit. He searched for the bud among the folds of her inner cunt-lips, and when he found it, he fluttered the tip of his tongue over the hard kernel. As soon as he started to work on her cunt, he felt Ann bite down on his rod. It was difficult for her to keep up the cock-sucking while he was flung her with such wild lust with his tongue.

To add a little spice to his cunt-lapping, Bill put his fingers between the firm cheeks of her ass and sought out the ring of her shitter. It was a tight fit, but he managed to wiggle his finger into her ass. The dry walls of that chamber gripped his finger with amazing tightness. Except for being tighter and drier, her asshole was just as smooth and nice as her cunt.

Ann always believed in equality, so she pushed her own middle finger up Bill's bung and massaged the prostate gland buried there. The added stimulations of having their assholes reamed accelerated their passion, and they both began feeling the first stirrings of orgasm. As their climaxes began to take form, they ate each other with increasing vigor until Bill's tongue was flailing her cunt crazily and Ann's heart was charging back and forth wildly on his long shaft.

It was impossible to tell who came first; it was close. Bill's cream shot into Ann's mouth with undiminished pressure. She began swallowing the goo, but she couldn't keep up with the copious flow, and it dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. Being in the middle of coming herself didn't make it any easier for her to do a neat job of gobbling up all his jism. At one point, the intense pangs of pleasure that emanated from her clit made her cry out, and as she opened her mouth, a huge gob of cum sagged out and landed on Bill's balls.

When he stopped shooting, and she had licked his prick clean, she lifted the spilled jism from his balls with her talented tongue, and swallowed it, making a good job of the whole process.

Bill had a hard time keeping his tongue in her cunt with an orgasm raging in him, and with the wild squirming of Ann's hips, but he managed to fire her body with one of her famous orgasms. He was proud that he was able tp keep up with this veteran fucker who was so many years older than him, and bring her off just as he came himself.

Once again, the two of them rested after their exertion. Ann was getting close to satisfaction, and she offered to drive Bill home. After a good start, she was ready to go out and see what she could find to finish off the day with. They dressed and, as they walked to the car, Ann noticed that Bill seemed a little unsteady on his feet. Was she getting to the paint where even a strong, young kid like him wasn't able to keep up with her tremendous sexual need?

CHAPTER TWO

After Ann dropped off Bill, she felt like a ride on the freeway. She put the top of the Jag down, and roared up an entrance ramp. The streaming lanes of traffic excited her as she merged into it in the right lane, and then, as soon as she could, pulled out into the faster lanes until she was in the fastest line of flow. Her hair was flying out behind her and the bumps in the road, through the stiff suspension of the gutsy car, sent a rumble of excitement into her cunt.

She hadn't put on any panties and she pushed the mini-skin out from under her ass so that it was just covering her crotch. The leather seat felt great on the bare cheeks of her ass and thighs. She held the gearshift 'knob as if it were a hard prick and goosed the gas pedal every once in a while. Even the fastest lane wasn't moving like she wanted to, so she began swerving through the lanes every time she saw an opening. The long, low English auto wound through and around the other traffic like a snake and Ann had to keep her attention on the crowded road.

When she neared the city limits, the traffic thinned out a bit, and Ann was able to drive even faster. The needle on the speedometer was climbing towards the ninety-five mark, and still she wanted to go faster. She could have driven out into the desert, but it wasn't as much fun to drive out there. She needed other cars around to pass and pull away from, so she took a ramp that would put her on a branch of the freeway that would take her along the edge of the city. There would be plenty of traffic to play with there.

As Hand came to a long stretch of straight, open road, she dropped her right hand between her thighs. Her fingers moved lightly over the smoothness of her soft, supple skin. It didn't take long for her to get wet as the lust gathered in her twat. With her left hand on the wheel, she guided the car from lane to lane as she zoomed through the traffic flow. Her right hand was creeping slowly towards her cunt, where there was a different sort of flow. The juice that accompanied the lust she felt, was flowing from her cunt and soaking into the leather of the seat. When her fingers finally reached the source of that slippery liquid, her pussy hair was a sopping mess.

Her fingers entered the slit and she slid them back and forth. From her cut to the rear corner of the horizontal smile, she rubbed the tender flesh inside her, Her lust mixed with the speed of the car, and the blend was intoxicating. Poking her middle finger into the mouth to her snatch made her head float with a mellow pleasure that always preceded getting really turned on. She stroked and drove, oblivious to everything but the traffic and her cunt.

Suddenly, her eye was caught by a form looming up in her rear-view mirror. A huge truck was following her only a few feet from her rear bumper. Looking closely in the mirror, she could see the driver, and she couldn't help noticing that he was grinning from ear to ear. It became clear to her slightly muddled brain that he had seen her jerking. off from his high cab, and now he was having a little sport. Hand was as fun-loving as anyone, and she was willing to play with this trucker.

She Jet him pull alongside of her on her right so he could get another good view. She didn't slow down the would have to keep up if he wanted to play with a fast chick like her. When the cab of the truck was even with her car, she looked up at the driver. He was glaring down at her and he stuck out his tongue in a curling motion that meant he wanted to eat her pussy. Hand merely continued rubbing herself and looked up at him from time to time with a passionate expression on her face. 'Hey pull over, baby!" the trucker yelled.

"I'd rather do myself!" she hollered back.

Pressing the accelerator down until the jag picked up five miles per, Hand began to pull away from the truck. She was doing a cool ninety-five when she noticed the truck catching up with her. She let him come alongside again, but she could tell that his diesel was straining. Looking up at him, she could see that he had an expression of lust on his face, too. Only one hand could be seen on his steering wheel where before there were two, and the truck was wandering around from side to side in the lane.

She knew what he was doing, and he knew she knew. They were both driving down the highway, jerking off! Hand had her head back against the headrest and her skirt had ridden up around her waist, giving the trucker a good view of her beaver. He could see that her fingers were shoved way up her pussy. Hand heard her voice above the pun of her engine and the roar of the laboring diesel beside her, as moans of lust escaped from her lips. Her orgasm was only seconds away as she rubbed her clit harder and shoved her finger farther up her cave. With eyelids at half-mast, she looked up at the guy in the truck again. He was wearing an expression of advanced passion and Hand could imagine his hand full of hard cock.

The truck began swerving crazily. The truckerwas obviously coming, and so was she. It took all her self-control to keep the car under control as her brain exploded with ecstasy. She had to fight herself to keep her eyes closed. When the truck and her car once again were traveling in a straight line, and when she felt her jack-off partner's eyes on her again, she pulled her fingers from her pussy, and slowly lifted them to her mouth. Taking the funky fingers inside, she sucked the tasty juice from them. While she still had her fingers in her mouth, she looked at her new friend. His eyes were like saucers. Suddenly, Hand pressed her foot to the floor and the Jag took off, leaving the truck as if it had stopped.

Hand chuckled to herself as she thought about the poor guy telling his fellow truckers about his experience. Would they believe him? she wondered. If they knew her, they would believe it! That had been a nice little game, but it was time to get down to business. If she was going to get something more than her own finger into her cunt before the day was over, she would have to get going. Her driving bad taken her to a corner of the city that she wasn't familiar with. Should she try to dig up some action here, or would she be better off heading back to neighborhoods she was more familiar with? New cocks could. always be found, and a change would do her good, she figured.

Giving the wheel a tug sent the car sailing across three lanes and up an exit ramp. Ann found herself in a barrio that she never even knew existed. The street she was driving down was lined with little shops, and men sat in front of them watching the traffic going by. Ann had had Spanish lovers before, and she knew what good fuckers they were. Letting the car slow to a crawl, Ann rolled down the Street and took in the sights. Her car attracted the attention of nearly everyone in sight, and as they stared at her, she stared back. There seemed to be a fair ratio of young men among the crowd on the sidewalks, and Ann was getting more interested by the minute. A few of the kids whistled and called out to her. The sound was music in her ears. As long as she could elicit those sorts of responses, she felt great, and, at thirty-six, she planned to be in shape to keep those whistles and yells coming for a long time.

She pulled the Jag into a parking spot and turned off the purring engine. Some of the kids who had watched her cruise down the street were walking towards her now, and when she swung her shapely legs from the car, there was a group standing on the opposite side of the street, ready to appreciate the view.

As she stood up, the coal air slid up her mini-skirt, along with the group of boys. Her tits bounced with, her movement, then settled into their perky position on her chest.

"Hey, honey, come over here!" one of the boys yelled. "What a body," said another. There were

other comments that Ann couldn't catch, and a whole chorus of whistles and cries.

Ann looked at the group for a second with a friendly expression on her pretty face, then started walking down the sidewalk. As she walked, she felt the weight of her tits as they bobbed up and down with every step. The fabric of her skirt slid over her swiveling, hips and ass as she exaggerated the motion of her swaying stride.

The group of boys followed her down the street and was joined by more and more horny young kids, who added their voices to the taunting din. Although they were at least twenty feet behind her, Ann could feel their desire on her body. The farce of their staring eyes wrapped around her legs mid crept towards her crotch. Her cunt was leaking again, as if they actually had their hands on her.

She stopped to look in the window of a shoe store. The styles were interesting to look at, but she stopped to give the bunch of kids another view of her. Ann was rather proud of her profile, and as she looked in the window, she stuck her tits out even more.

The boys stopped, keeping the same distance between themselves and her, and feasted on the sight. Not one of them failed to imagine how it would feel to rub his face between those boobs. Her ass, sticking out behind her, made a firm impression on them, too. The fun cheeks pressed against her tight skirt as the boys' stiff cocks were

pressed against their jeans.

Ann stepped back from the glass and saw her reflection in it. She liked what she saw and took the opportunity to adjust her clothing. Grabbing her blouse at the bottom, she tugged it down tighter over her bulging tits until the nipples could be clearly seen poking through the material. She smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt so the true shape of her hips and ass could be appreciated. Taking a last look at herself, she was attracted by something in the store. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light within, and she saw that she was being watched by a bunch of shoe salesmen in the store, as well as by everyone on the street.

She turned with a flourish, and continued on down the street. Some of the kids following her were good-looking studs, and she was wondering how she could weed out a few of them, and where she could take them. Maybe if she just hung around for a while, some of them might go away, and if the right ones stayed on, she would have that part of the problem licked.

A restaurant on the other side of the street caught her eye and she realized that she hadn't eaten a thing since she had swallowed Bill's load of cum and that was hours ago. She could go into the restaurant, order- some tacos and tortillas, and make plans. As she crossed the street, her entourage followed loyally.. When they saw her go into the restaurant, they were disappointed, butthey didn't give up. Spreading out, they lined up at the window and peered in.

Ann carefully picked her seat. She wanted to give the boys outside a good view. There was a stool at the counter that would enable her to tease them, and she sat down on it. Facing forward gave the boys at the window a view of her profile, but,by swiveling on the stool, she could show them her front or back. An older man waited on her, and as she gave him her order, she could feel the man's gaze caressing her tits.. He went to call her order through the opening that lead to the kitchen, then leaned on the sink behind the counter; and continued to stare at her. She appreciated his interest, but it was the young meat outside that she concentrated on. Rotating towards them, she crossed her legs. Her skirt fell up towards her waist, uncovering more of her milky thighs. She knew that if the boys were closer, they would be able to see the few pussy hairs that were sticking out from under her skirt. They would also be able to smell the odor of her twat juice, just as she could smell it.

Every once in a while, she would look at them through the window. She wanted to make sure that they were still there, and she wanted to let them know that she was aware of them and their interest in her. They seemed to be huddling together as if they were discussing something. Then they lined up at the window again, but two of them came into the restaurant. She figured that they probably had chosen two guys as a delegation to approach her.

As the two walked right over to her, she knew she had guessed correctly. They sat on either side of her. One of them was very tall, slim and dark. He wore his hair long, and it fell straight to his shoulders. The other was shorter than average, but also thin. He had an especially handsome face, and Ann was immediately attracted to both of them. She guessed that they were between fourteen and sixteen, and they probably were; Ann had become an expert at estimating young boys' ages.