All three of them were groaning and panting, and in the confines of that little room, the noise was deafening. Sandwiched between her studs-in service, Ann came. The world disappeared and was replaced with a realm of solid gold passion. If she could have died on the spot and kept that feeling alive in her throughout eternity, she would gladly have done so.
For about thirty priceless seconds, Ann was out of her mind with her climax. When she began to come slowly back to earth, she felt the heat of the boys' cream radiating from her crotch and filling her body with its soothing balm. The intense pleasure they were feeling gradually subsided and turned into a nice, relaxed calm.
They held onto each other while they caught their breaths. Pedro's cock fell from Ann's cunt, but she had to pull her ass away from Jose to empty her butt of his limp and spent prick. Her climax left her ass light, and it hurt a little when his cock popped out.
"Well, guys, that was quite a fuck," she said. "Thanks a lot. I really needed that."
The boys didn't know what to: say, so they didn't say anything. Ann left the ladies' room first, and she told the boys to give her a minute before they came out. Ann smiled at the old man behind the counter as she walked out. He was looking at her with a curious expression, as if he had figured out what had happened, but couldn't quite believe it.
The group of boys was still standing around on the sidewalk, and followed her as she headed back to her car. The idea of taking on a few more of them occurred to her, but she decided against it. She could always find a stud, and she was ready to get back into her car and hit the road.
"Hey, what happened to Pedro and Jose?" she heard one of the bunch following her say.
"What did that bitch do to our friends?" another of them asked.
They seemed to be getting worried about their pals. Did they think she murdered them, or something? She wondered. Maybe they were just jealous. As she reached her car and was about to get in, one of them grabbed her arm.
"Where's Pedro and jose?" he demanded.
"The last time I saw them, they were in the ladies room in that taco joint, and they were googoo-eyed from being fucked like they've never been fucked before."
With that, Ann hopped into the car and started the motor. The boys' mouths fell open when they learned of their friends' fate. They obviously didn't expect such a blunt report, and it disarmed them long enough for her to get away without further hassles. As she gunned the engine, the Jag tore dawn the street. Ann noticed Jose and Pedro walking on wobbly legs towards their buddies, and gave them a good-bye wave. She couldn't tell if they saw her because she was already going too fast and she didn't feel like slowing down.
CHAPTER THREE
Back on the freeway, Ann was regaining her energy. She hadn't eaten the tacos, so her stomach was crying out for nourishment. It seemed like a good idea to head for home. She could make herself a nice leisurely dinner and decide what she wanted to do that evening.
Ann's apartment building was near the freeway, so the road took her almost to her door. Pulling into the parking lot, she felt that nice feeling she experienced when she arrived home after a good fuck.
The building was for single people. It had a pool and all of that sort of thing. There were always a lot of men around, and Ann had her choice of the. lot. She took advantage of their being around; it was convenient, but they were mostly too old to interest her very much.
The rent in these apartments was very expensive; that was obvious by the type of cars in the lot. There wasn't a finer collection of foreign sports and luxury cars in the city. The doorman said hello to her as she walked in, and he watched her as she walked down the hail and stepped into an elevator. He could feel his cock getting stiff, just as it always did when he watched Ann walk away from him. When he watched her walk towards him, he also got an erection, but being essentially an ass man, the rear view was his favorite.
Ann turned on her sound system as soon as she entered the apartment. She picked out a few records that would soothe her and get her in the mood for a relaxed dinner. Before preparing the food, she thought it would be a good idea to take a shower. Her crotch was a mess of leaked cum, and she was anxious to get clean. As soon as her body was ready to start over, she would feel horny again, she knew.
She let the hot water run until the bathroom was thick with steam. The private feeling she got when she couldn't even see herself through the thick cloud was very relaxing. Once under the water, Ann felt great. It had been a good day, and it wasn't even over. She had fucked her brains out with three different young kids, each quite a stud. As the water beat down on her, Ann rubbed a bar of fragrant soap over her body. When she rinsed it off, she felt like a new woman. She stayed in the shower and let the hot water massage her back.
Ann liked to think while she was in the shower, and she took a look at her life. She was fully aware of her position, and how lucky she was. Her father had made a fortune when he was still a young man, and Ann had never known anything but luxury and' the best of everything. She considered expensive cars and clothing to be part of the better life, but she knew that these things were relatively unimportant. What was important was that she didn't have to have a job. She couldn't understand how people could go without sex for so long every day. She knew that people often fucked on the job, but a lot of people didn't have the chance like bus driven and traffic controllers at busy airports.
It didn't matter to Ann if she were fucking at Vail or Acapulco. She didn't care if she were fucking in a Rolls or a Chevy pick-up, and taking ii in the cunt, ass, or mouth were all equally great; The only thing that she died for, cried for and needed every day, w~s young meat. Old men wouldn't do. She knew that money wasn't enough to guarantee a steady supply. However, she found that money and a gorgeous body, two, things she had plenty of, had, so far, enabled her to fuck thousands of young studs.
She got out of the shower and grabbed fluffy towel. As the steam began to clear, Ann blotted the drops of water that clung to her clean skin.
When she rubbed her beaver with the towel, she felt her need beginning to come back. There would be another young stud that evening, she knew. Her skin was still pink from the hot water and scrubbing, and she was already looking forward to getting covered with a fresh supply of cum and sweat. But what the hell, she could always renew herself with another quick shower.
Stepping into her bedroom, she felt the stirrings of arousal and knew she would have to diddle herself to another climax before she went on the prowl for young cock. With a little shiver she let her fingers glide down over her smooth belly to her heating gash.
Her index finger poked into her cunt while she pressed her middle finger on the puckered asshole. Slowly, the two fingers entered the holes of her crotch. Ann's legs began to shake as the sexual tension combined with the pull on her muscles that her bent-over position was causing.
Once she stuck her fingers in herself, Ann's mind began racing with the possibilities of novel masturbatory techniques. Ann had reached incredible heights of imagination when it came to jerking off. She always figured that if she weren't rich, she could make-her own fortune by devising unusual masturbation machines. Her fingers stayed in her sex-pits, increasing her excitement while she thought. It would be nice to have her pussy and asshole stuffed tightly, so she thought about things that she could stick up there.
She had a fantastic collection of dildos, and she went through a mental catalog of them. There were the used plastic vibrators and cock-shaped, standard dildos, besides her collection of antique and rare dildos. A large collection of bottles-and various objects d'art were also available. That was it, then, and she stood up, and with her fingers still in her-cunt and ass, she went to her dressing table and sat down on her hand. She opened the drawer in which she kept the perverted toys, and pawed through them. Finally. she selected a fat plastic prick for her snatch, and a cylindrical perfume bottle, with a string tied around the neck for easy retrieval, for her ass.