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.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ann didn't wake up until the middle of the next afternoon. When she did, the events of the night before came back to her slowly. Her cunt reminded her that she must have been only semiconscious, because she didn't remember as many cocks as it must have taken to make her cunt as sore as it was. She lay in the warmth of her bed and let her mind drift back to the night before. The bar, the van and all those boys came back to her. She remembered getting fucked until she was in a state of numb ecstasy. It had been great.
An hour went by before Ann was able to getup the energy to do anything. Slowly she climbed out of bed and into the shower. The cleansing and soothing effects of the streaming hot water on her body made her feel like a new woman, but her cunt was still sore, and she knew that she would have to give it a rest; for at least a day she would have to forego fucking. Of course that didn't mean that she couldn't do a lot of other things in the meantime. She would just have to keep big cocks out of her box for a while.
Ann thought she would go back to bed after her shower, but when she stepped out of the bathroom, she felt so good and renewed that she wanted to start a new day and see what it would bring. It was a little difficult to walk normally with a sore and sensitive pussy, so she made her way slowly around the apartment and fixed herself a nice breakfast. With a clean body and a full stomach, Ann was ready to go out and see what should dig up in the way of excitement.
Big-cocked boys were definitely out until her snatch felt better, so she thought about other possibilities. Suddenly she thought about Rose, an old friend. She hadn't seen her for a while and she was always a lot of fun. Ann dressed especially for Rose, knowing how much clothes, especially underwear, meant to hen Ann was getting excited about visiting her old friend, but she had to take it slowly or her cunt would hun. It did seem to be getting better, though, and Ann hoped that it would be ready for action again soon.
Ann drove quickly to Rose's place; and as she climbed out of her Jag, she noticed Rose's beat-up MGA in the lot. Then she was home, great. Ann would have been very disappointed if she missed her, but Rose spent most of her time at home with her hobbies. As Ann walked up the four flights of stain to Rose's apartment, she thought about their l6ng friendship. The two of them met when they were teenagers. It was Rose who introduced Ann to the side of sex that she hadn't tried yet at the ripe ages of sixteen lesbianism. She would be eternally grateful to this woman for opening up that wonderful realm to her. She knocked softly on Rose's door. From inside the apartment, she could hear an old Bessie Smith record playing.
The door swung open and Ann feasted her eyes on her old friend. Rose stood there decked out in her usual outlandish style. She wore jeans as tight as her skin and an old jersey with the words 'Camp Wanakeoski' on the front. The words ' deformed as the jersey stretched over her big sagging tilt Rose was about the same age as Ann, but didn't have Ann's youthful look. The old girl looked her age, and maybe even older. Her face was pleasant though, and her figure was nice, a bit on the heavy side but not fat by any means. Mound her neck hung about a dozen necklaces, all of them heavy and gaudy. She wore even more bracelets than necklaces, and when she moved, she sounded like a cement mixer filled with empty beer bottles on a bumpy road.
'Well, look who's here!' Rose yelled in excitement when she saw Ann. 'Come on in, you old whore.'
'Hi, sweetie,' Ann said. 'What ya been up to?' 'The same old thing, sucking as many pussies as I can get my hands on,' Rose said.
Ann looked around the place. There were tons of antique knick-knacks. Tables with old lamps were everywhere and all the tables also held piles of old costume jewelry, little beaded purses, old perfume bottles and thousands of other miscellaneous pieces of junk. The walls were covered with old pictures of movie stars and views of natural beauty in the most awful colon that Ann had ever seen. The place was a museum of unwanted artifacts, and Rose was the most curious exhibit of all.
'Would you like a cup of tea or coffee? A doughnut? Can I eat you out?' Rose was a perfect hostess..
'I'll have a cup of tea, thank you,' Ann said with mock politeness, 'and, yes, my dear, you may eat me out, but later. My cunt. is quite sore from a marathon tucking.' Both women laughed and Rose went to put some water on. Ann followed her into the kitchen. The kitchen was full of stacked-up dishes that Rose hadn't been able to pass up at all the flea markets that she habitually attended. As Rose busied herself with pots and jars of exotic teas, Ann cleared off a chair and sat down.
'How's the MG running?' Ann asked.
'Pretty good, but when are you going to be through with that Jag?'
Ann had given the MG to Rose when her father; gave her the Jag for her birthday a few years back, and she promised the Jag to her when her father gave her a new car, as he did every now and then. The two veteran fuckers talked about old times, new times and future hopes. Drinking tea and eating Rose's home-made doughnuts in the cluttered kitchen made Ann feel really nice, and she was forgetting about her sore cunt.
'I've got some new thing I want to show you,' Rose said.
'I figured that you would,' Ann said.
When they finished the snack, they went into the living room. Rose disappeared into the bedroom and came out with her arms full of silky garments. She threw the pile on the floor in front of Ann. Ann looked through the pile. There were aid corsets, underpants of various sizes and shapes and brassieres. There were also some black panties without crotches and bras with holes where the nipples would poke through.
'Nice stuff,' Ann said as she held some of the garments up for a better look.
'I've got a great idea,' said Rose.
'I know, you want us to try this stuff on,' Ann said, and laughed at the way Rose broached the subject, as if it were a new idea. They had been dressing up in ridiculous outfits for years.
'Well, what do you say, sweet-cunt? Rose asked eagerly.'Sounds like fun,' Ann said.
They both began undressing, throwing their clothes all over the room. In a few seconds Ann was standing in her underwear and Rose was staring at her with eyes as big as her tits. Ann had put on a special costume for Rose, and Rose was really enjoying it. Under her jeans, Ann wore a pair of black net stockings that were held up by a black, lacy garter belt. Ann was also wearing a pair of black panties like one of the ones that Rose had in her collection, with no crotch. Her furry muff stuck out between the nylon lips of the perverted undies. Around her chest, she wore a black cupless bra. It consisted of shoulder straps and a strap that went around her body, but instead of cups, there were little platforms that sat under her heavy tits and held them high and away from her body.
'Wow, baby, you look so good my cunt's as wet as Moby Dick!' Rose hollered, and rubbed her hands together greedily. 'Don't let me touch you yet, it'll spoil all the fun. If I get my hands on you now, I won't be able to let go,' Rose said as she walked towards Ann.
Ann began retreating from the big dyke's menacing approach. Both women were laughing at the game. Rose held her hands out and opened and closed her fists in a grasping motion as she pursued Ann around the room. Ann backed up, her laughter making it difficult to get away. Rose lunged and grabbed Ann around the waist. Ann howled with surprise as Rose lifted her over her shoulder.
'The mean dyke captures the fair maiden and carries her to her cave!' Rose yelled as she carried Ann around the room.
'It's okay with me, but I thought you wanted to play with your pile of underwear!' Ann hollered back.
