Brian Layer - Ann_s boy hunger

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.

She took the toys over to her bed, and adjusted the mirror on the headboard. Hopping on the bed and piling pillows under her head, she got into position I She could see the gaping holes, stretched by the recent occupancy of her fingers, and waiting for the dildos. Her ass would be first. She took the bottle and dipped it into her cunt to lubricate it. Her inner lips stretched over the cool glass as the cylinder picked up a coating of her slippery juice. A vacuum was formed as she pulled the bottle out, and it slipped free with a loud pop.

Now that the bottle was greased, she pressed it to the dark spot that was her bung, and carefully pushed. She bore down with her sphincter muscle, and the perfume bottle began to slide up her asshole. Once the asshole was opened wide enough, it went all the way in easily, and her shitter closed over it, leaving the string hanging out. The feeling of having her ass-chamber filled with the bulk of that bottle sent Ann on her way to heaven. Before doing anything else, she lay on the bed and wiggled her hips around. What a delicious feeling, she thought.

With her ass stuffed, and her mint drooling, it was time for the dildo. It was flesh-colored and shaped like a prick. It even had blue veins running through it. If it had been attached to a man, it would have been indistinguishable from the real thing. It was about nine inches long and four inches in circumference. A wooden handle stuck out of the back. Ann picked it up reverently, and brought it to her lips. She kissed it and stuck it in her mouth. The size and shape reminded her of earlier that day when she had the real thing in her mouth, cunt and ass. But this dildo was always available and she could make it do wonderful things.

When she Warmed the fake cock to human temperature in her mouth, she slid it over her tits and down her belly. The head plowed through her pussy curls. Holding the handle tightly, Ann spread the labes with the warm plastic cock-head. It was colored a shade of pink that was yew close to the color of her cunt lining. As the thing touched the sensitive flesh in her pussy, Ann began to breathe heavily. The fat head came closer and closer to the entrance of her cunt. Lining the shaft up with her tunnel, she thrust it home. Her cunt stretched and opened, wrapping around the huge fake prick.

Ann's breath rushed out with a whoosh, and her head swam as the machine of her body began gearing up for sex. When her cunt was holding the toy cock comfortably, she began pulling and pushing on the handle, drawing the dildo out and shoving it back in. The torpedo pumped in and out, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Her cunt tried to hold onto it as she pulled on it, and tried to fight it as it slid back in.

Ann looked into the mirror and watched the artificial dong plowing her cunt. She could see the shining coat of cream on the pink plastic every time it became visible, before disappearing again. She grabbed the string and tugged gently on the bottle up her ass while she stroked the dildo in and out of her cunt. Her passion mounted with every stroke. The body that she had just scrubbed was once again wet with sweat, and her crotch was leaking its liquor into her hairy triangle and over the skin of her thighs and ass.

It was getting difficult for her to hold her head up, but Ann didn't want to miss seeing what was going on in the mirror. The sight of her cunt accepting that long, fat dildo added to her lust. Watching the inner lips grabbing at the plastic shaft and swallowing it seemed very beautiful to her.

Finally, she was too overcome with passion to hold her head up any longer, and she let it drop back on the pillows, her mouth wide open and her eyelids drooping.

Her right hand plunged the counterfeit prick in and out of her cunt as fast as she could, and with her left, she tugged the string that made the bottle in her ass move about. Her crotch was aflame with blazing pleasure. Her voice rose in an ecstatic moan and her body began twitching and convulsing as her orgasm exploded within her. She kept up the motion of both her busy hands as long as she could, but finally, her cunt was too sensitive to take another onslaught of the toy. At the last minute, she pulled the bottle from her ass and the sudden pain it caused increased the intensity of her climax.

When she took the fat dildo from her cunt, her body began to cool down. Holding the dick with bath hands, she brought it.up to her face and began licking it like a lollipop. The warm slime from her twat tasted delicious to her after coming. If she only had a snack of jism to go along with it, she thought, it would be perfect.

Well, now she would have to take another shower, she thought, as she lay quietly on her bed and rested. Her chin was resting on the dildo. Ann didn't want to do anything while her body, which had given her so much pleasure that day, was recuperating. She slipped into a light sleep and dreamed about young boys and the beautiful, cocks they had banging between their legs. While she dozed, the vital fluids were replenishing themselves in her. She would awaken ready and willing to fuck her head off again.

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.