fingers wrapped around it felt so good that he didn't want to do that.
Ann squeezed his cock-head tightly but gently. Then she slid her hand down the length of the boner, her fingers raking softly over the 'veiny pole. When she reached the sac at the base of his tower, she took it in her outstretched hand and held it seductively. Her fingertips were spread around the circumference of the sac, way down under his crotch. She massaged the tender area under his balls, near his asshole. Her ball-holding was having a calming effect on the kid and he wasn't splashing around nearly as much.
Instead, he lay beside her and reached for her pussy. His large hand wrapped around the curve of her mound. He held the soft padding of her snatch tightly and squeezed the juice from it. Ann trembled slightly as the fatty tissues of her outer lips pressed her cut and sensitive inner lips in a tight bundle. Releasing his grip on the curved twat-mound, he slipped his middle finger into the slit. Ann was pleased to find that the kid knew his way around a cunt. He moved the probing fingertip over her~ gash, spreading it and releasing the copious fluid that was flowing down her tunnel.
His finger traveled all around with the gash, feeling, exploring and massaging. Ann threw one leg over the rim of the tub to spread her crotch wider. The warm bath water flowed into her snatch with the boy's finger. Ann moved her hand from his nuts, back to his- prick. She didn't want to be too rough with the throbbing rod, because she wanted to make him last as long as possible. She used all her talent to caress his prick with excitement, yet not get him too excited. Rather than jerk the skin of his cock up and down, or use any obvious type of stimulation, Ann tickled him with her fingertips, then squeezed his rod and made it vibrate in a frenzy of horny energy.
The boy slipped a finger past the inner mouth of her puny and entered the satin-lined chamber. The walls of her cave were oozing with warm lubricating fluid that covered his hand. He felt the contours of that pocket with his finger and was surprised when the walls compressed on his searching finger, as Ann used her clever cunt muscles to give him an encouraging squeeze. The kid added a few more lingers to the on already in there and by spreading them, he stretched the walls of her twat canal until it was a wide cavern. Ann gasped as he shoved his hand farther in her hole.
When lie had all four fingers in there, he put his thumb on her clit and wiggled it around. He. was. turning out to be a good lover. Ann was going wild with passion. The fingers in her pussy were stirring up her lust and it was showing in her fast, heavy breathing. They were still kissing; but suddenly he slid down and gabbed one of her hard nipples in his mouth. He sucked the whole thing in, and began sucking strongly on it. The hard nipple felt good on his tongue as he licked it with passion. His soft, warm tongue stroked the hard knob over and over. He could feel the bumpy skin of her areola around the protruding nipple on the moist surface of his tongue.
Ann wanted the kid to bring her to an orgasm with his finger, then fuck her. She would try for another orgasm with his prick as the stimulant, and come with him. She was nearing an orgasm already, and she still kept the kid relatively cool by not giving his prick too much friction. The pleasurable sensation his tit-sucking was sending through her, joined with the lust from her twat, and collected in a reservoir of sexual bliss.
'Ohh, that feels so good,' she said in a desperate voice. 'Suck me a little harder, yes, that's it. Ahh.' Her words spurred the boy on to better efforts. His lingers sped up their pussy-diddling and he worked his mouth on her nipple harder and greedier.
'I–I-I'm coming!' she gasped breathlessly. 'Ahhh! Ohh! OH!' her voice rose to an ear-shattering screw and the boy kept his mouth and ringers going until she began to quiet down and her tense body relaxed.
'Keep your fingers in there but take it easy,' she whispered to him.
She took his face away from her tit, turned his head and rested his cheek on her billowing breast. After a short rest, she would be ready to take his prick into her oven, but meanwhile, she held it in her hand and continued to massage it gently to keep it ready and able. The kid was getting impatient, she knew, and as soon as she could, she pulled him on top of her. He took his position and brought his twitching organ to the spread lips of Ann's pussy. With an aggressive thrust of his hips, the boy drove his prick deep into Ann's waiting cunt. Her body jerked with the shock of having her cunt nailed so quickly. The poor kid had been waiting far a chance to get into her for quite a while, so Ann couldn't blame him for not being gentle. As he began to pump his hips back and forth, Ann's just- spent passions came immediately to life. The feeling of a hard, teenage cock sliding in and out of her twat always had its effect on her, and this cock was doing its work very well. With every lunge, her cunt stretched over his driving rod. As he withdrew on the back stroke, the big knob on the end of his dong pulled at the silky sleeve that held it. All the juicy folds of her cunt were being twisted, stretched and squeezed by the battering ram the boy wielded. As his cock contorted her cunt, the clit, lying among the folds of pink flesh, was getting a real workout.
Once again the water was flying as they humped in the tub. The pair of them, gripping each other tightly, couldn't get hold on the porcelain of the tub so they slipped around on the smooth, wet surface' and had to work much harder to get friction between their organs. They were both huffing and puffing with the exertion, but they were also getting it on. The sound of grunts and moans of pleasure proved their rapturous delight. Ann was holding onto her lover with her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips. The boy was holding her tightly around her shoulders.
Ann's fits were flattened against the kid's chest and their bellies slapped together loudly with every forward thrust. The thick, long prick appeared between their crotches, under the water, and then disappeared up her snatch again about twice a second as they fucked with all their energy. The water in the tub was a maelstrom as their bodies churned it up. The walls and ceiling of the bathroom were dripping with water splashed from the tub. If someone walked into the room at that minute, they would think a naval battle was going an in the tub.
Ann heard the boy's grunts grow louder and she knew that he was about to shoot his load. Her own orgasm was near, too, and she hoped they could come together. There was nothing in the world as nice as coming, and holding someone in your arms who is also coming. On the threshold of their orgasms, the two fuckers were using every bit of their strength to make it a good climax. They held each other with all their might, while they pumped their hips back and forth, driving that huge cock in and out of Ann's pussy as fast as they could.
As they both cried out in ecstasy, they came. The boy's prick began spewing hot jism into Ann's sucking twat. She could feel the hot wads searing her cunt lining. As she orgasmed, her cunt convulsed and the muscles gripped the kid's prick with an irregular rhythm. They continued pounding away at each other until they both got every ounce of pleasure from the fuck. Then they stopped. Most of the water had been splashed out of the tub and they lay there, his body rag-like, draped over her, in a few inches of lukewarm water. Neither of them had the strength to move.
They didn't know how long it was that they lay there like that, but finally the boy said, 'Wow.' That was all he could manage.
'Yeah,' Ann agreed.
As the water cooled, they decided to get out. They climbed slowly out of the tub and stood on wobbly legs. The boy fumbled with his clothes and Ann went into the living room and sank down on the couch. When the boy came out of the bathroom, dressed in his soaking wet clothes, he thanked her and left. Ann — was too spent to do anything but wave. With a big effort, she staggered out on her terrace and lay down in the warm sunshine. The sun dried her while she rested.
Shit! she said to herself when she remembered her dinner engagement. How would she ever be able to get ready for that? She felt like she would need at least a week's rest.
CHAPTER EIGHT
If Ann knew she had to get up at a certain time, she would get up. As her body was recovering on the terrace, she suddenly woke and knew she would have to start getting ready for her dinner meeting with her sister. She could tell by the position of the sun that it was getting late. Her nap had done her a world of good and she knew that as soon as she got herself moving, she would begin to feel more energetic. The bard part was getting up in the first place.
She forced herself to her feet. She hadn't put anything on and it had gotten chilly outside. Since she received a letter from a woman across the way asking that she not hang around on her terrace without any clothes on, she tried not to spend too much time naked on the terrace, at least not standing up and in plain view; The woman who wrote the letter was probably having trouble with her husband, and although Ann liked the idea of having people
