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
