She bent one knee, took the hem of her skirt in both hands, and very slowly lifted it up her thighs. Andy stared, starting to grin with realization. She drew her skirt up above her hips and pushed her belly out.
She wore no panties.
Anna seldom wore panties.
For one thing, no sooner had she put a pair on than, seeing an attractive man, she creamed in them. It was uncomfortable to have her crotch sheathed in damp pants – much better to let the cunt juice run down her thighs.
For another thing, she had often found it to her advantage to be able to accidentally give a fellow a glimpse of her pussy when she crossed her legs or bent over.
And most important of all, she enjoyed getting fucked by strange men while she was standing on a crowded streetcar or subway train. That often happened to Anna. A man would rub his hard dick against her ass or hip – she guessed that men of that persuasion were fairly common – and she would wink at him and he would just slip it up her. She really enjoyed that, standing there letting the motion of the train sway them about and bring them off. She enjoyed the thrill of getting dorked in the midst of an unsuspecting crowd.
Once a man had taken her out on a date and, cheap fellow, they had gone by public transport. Anna had held her date's hand and gazed lovingly into his eyes – while the man behind her fed her some prick. What a thrill that had been! Some day she hoped to do it in church. And the absence of underpants made it much easier. It was possible for a man to slip his cock into her crotch through the leghole of a pair of panties, certainly, but that meant pulling the crotchpiece aside and it was more awkward and less subtle.
So for all those reasons, Anna seldom sheathed her sexy loins in panties and she wore none now, as she pushed her pelvis out towards Andy and let him have an enlightening look at her pussy.
Her pubic thatch was dark and bushy and luxuriant, a curly wedge that stretched out towards her hipbones at the sides and sent a slender line of tresses up almost to her belly button at the top. Her hips were slim, her belly flat, but her cunt was a prominent mound, as if it had been slapped on as an after thought – as if natural selection, realizing that a slender girl with nymphomaniacal tendencies had been created, had fitted her lean pelvis with a cunt designed for a fat girl.
Andy looked fondly upon that snatch.
Anna saw that she was not going to have any trouble about mopping his face, for he had already started to run his tongue across his lips hungrily.
She tilted her loins and parted her thighs so that he could see her slit.
Her cunt was parted, the lips unfurled like the petals of a rosy blossom, the slot filled with cunt juice, the clit stiff and vibrant. Like her pubic thatch, her cunt itself was over-sized, a heavy-duty twat designed to stand up to plenty of vigorous use and the pounding of manifold cocks in succession.
She smiled at Andy, pleased at the interest he showed in her vital parts.
He gulped. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down and his brow glistened with perspiration – a damp sheen that, she thought, was badly in need of some mopping up.
She ran her hand up the inside of her thigh and slipped her fingers into her gash, running them along the slot and across her clit. She fondled and stroked her pussy getting it ready for his face and, as he watched, getting his face eager for it, as well.
Tilting her wrist, she slowly fingerfucked up into her hole with two fingers.
Andy sank to his knees and tilted his head back, like a beggar seeking alms.
She moved to him. Her slim thighs straddled his upturned face. She pushed her belly out. His tongue came out, too, lapping at the air.
Then Anna slowly bent her knees and lowered her creamy cunt down to his face.
He began to tongue her hole greedily.
She lowered herself more, clamping her twat over his face.
His tongue shot right up her smoldering hole and his lips came into play, sucking hungrily on her cunt lips and clit while he tongue-fucked her slot.
Cunt juice flowed from her, running in a thick, ivory stream down into his mouth and throat. He gulped it down ravenously and sucked for more. The precious cream dripped down his chin and bubbled on his lips. A few errant ribbons escaped his mouth and trickled down her slender thighs. Andy tilted his face to the side and used his tongue to gather these oily drops up, not wanting to waste any of the delicious nectar. He licked her thighs clean and then clamped his mouth to her tangy twat once more, opening his lips so wide this time that he had the whole thing in his mouth – so that no further cream could escape his greed.
Anna was rotating her pelvis from side to side and pushing her belly in and out as she mopped his face thoroughly.
His hands stroked her thighs, rubbed her flanks, then glided around to cup her taut ass, holding her crotch to his upturned face as if it were a carnal bawl from which he was drinking the creamy delight.
Her soft thighs tightened around his head, relaxed, tightened again. Each time those legs clamped over his face, he shot his hot tongue as far up her hole as it would go. As they loosened, his tongue curled back into his mouth, like a pliable spoon delivering a load of cunmt juice to his palate.
He had gone suck crazy.
Although he had eaten out plenty of pussy in his time, Andy had never before sucked one as juicy and as tasty as Anna's. He wondered, vaguely, if her cunt was so delicious because it had simmered so long and been basted in such a load of various gentlemen's jism. It seemed likely. It was far juicier than the run-of-the mill pussy and the flavor was sweet and spicy at the same time. She was always hot and her cunt had been steamed to a delicate, tender perfection through the years.
His cock began to rise again. But he was enjoying his tasty treat far too much to heed the demands of his dick, at the moment.
Anna began to moan and wail.
Her hips danced and her belly humped. She threw her bead back, twisting her face from side to side in a grimace of desire. She bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowed, her tits heaved as she gasped for breath.
Her cunt melted.
The thick pussy cream fairly poured from her, filling his mouth with the delicious nectar of lust and Andy gulped it down voraciously.
She swayed. She felt limp and her legs felt weak.
He sucked away, milking her to the dregs.
She slowly sank to the floor, her crotch drawing away from his face, and they knelt belly to belly. His cock, fully erect again, bumped against her belly.
She thought: I guess it's my turn to suck him off again, and she licked her lips at the thought.
But then she frowned, thinking: But if I do that, then I'll get randy again and he will have to eat me put and that will make him hot again and… and it could be a vicious circle. We might spend the whole evening alternating that way, sucking each other off in turn.
The idea was not unpleasant.
Far from it – there were few ways in which the oversexed girl would rather spend a night than sucking and being sucked in turn.
But this was a different occasion, for she did not want to miss out on the party. She had planned to fuck plenty of executives in the course of the evening, and it would be a shame to miss out on a chance for promotion and pay and a Guiness Book of Records entry for most cocks milked at an office party.
She decided that the only way to break the chain was for both of them to have a simultaneous orgasm.
'Let's fuck now,' she whispered.
Andy grinned and nodded. His cock was pressing into her belly like a hot branding iron, stamping her with the design of his lust.
The mopping had been done – now it was time to get the plumbing done.
She rose up slightly. Andy dipped down, sitting back on his haunches so that his pecker slipped down from her belly, rustled through her pubic thatch and then jabbed into her sodden crotch.
Anna squirmed down upon it.
They needed no manual guidance. His cock was bolt upright and hard as a rock and her cunt was wet and open. She squirmed slowly onto it and went down until his prick was buried in her pussy to the hilt. They knelt face
