He had curly blond hair, he was about eighteen years old, and the look in his eyes told Barbara that the young man had other thoughts in his minds than the eggs Benedict he was eating. Look how his tongue curls around the bacon, the woman thought. like it could curl around my.. .
He stared at her. Then he smiled. A shy, young smile. What was she thinking of, anyway. How silly! Here she was a mature woman watching a teenage young man eat his breakfast, getting damp between her legs as she did, not knowing why, narrowing her eyes in a lustfilled response to his lewd smile. She hoped Annette didn't notice. She directed her attention toward her partner, Annette. Her partner. How foolish that sounded. Oh well.
No, Annette hadn't noticed. Good.
Barbara leaned away from her cheese omelet and glared at the thick slices of French toast buried beneath a mountain of fresh strawberries and whipped cream on Annette's breakfast plate.
"That's disgusting, Annette, how can you eat like that? she said. "Here, I'll help you." And she scooped up a bite, glancing back at the young man at the other table as she rather obviously rolled it around on her tongue, lips slightly parted.
The two women had just finished an eleven-day, 638-mile bicycle tour down state. In past years they had peddled thousands of miles together, 150 miles in one stint, 500 in another. They were already planning a bike tour across Europe that might very well get them into the Guinness Book of Records. They had both often agreed that it was their mutual "visions of hotcakes" that made them dedicated cyclists.
The two women never allowed themselves breakfast until they had gone 20 or 25 miles. They had long before agreed, "We'll have to be starving first, and then we will both agree that it was the best breakfast we ever ate." And every night they would have the best shower they ever had. But that seemed to be it. No great sex, just a great shower.
The two women had been biking together for years. They had met four years before when a mutual friend, a real estate agent, introduced them, saying that, "Annette will be great for you!
She will help you decorate your home." Annette had, and now the two houses looked exactly a-like.
Their first long ride together had taken them some twelve miles, to meet their husbands for dinner at the beach. As they approached the restaurant Annette had called out, "That's twelve.
Thirteen is a luckier number!" So the two women circled a car wash, next to the restaurant, about fifteen times to make up the mile difference.
The difference between them, Barbara had finally decided, was that Annette was a record-breaker idiot. There was something else about cycling that Barbara loved, screw the records, the distance and all that. She loved the wind in her hair, her face, the coolness of it. And her legs pumping, sometimes aching.. . and she associated that thought, strangely enough, with sex. The moment of exhaustion was not un-like the moment of orgasm.
But then how would Barbara know? She was in her mid-thirties, and except for a little side-trip of sexual adventure, had never experienced true sexual fulfillment. And that had been a mindbending experience.
And of course it had been with the young man who had stared over his eggs Benedict at her during breakfast that morning at the little roadside motel. A soul-filled look in his eyes, that was what it had been that turned her on so. She had had a husband and many other men in her life so why was this youth's look so different, so exciting? Perhaps it was a case of Monday Morning Quarterbacking he had satisfied her. Oh, did he ever satisfy her!
She had become sick to death of Annette's bribes of "Tell you what, Barbara, a big luscious hot fudge sundae if we push on for another three miles, what say?" Annette was obsessed. Annette was a nut.
There had been the feedback from friends "You two will kill yourselves." Actually, there had been few mishaps. The two women had prepared thoroughly for their long-distance runs, and both had worked themselves into demons for conditioning.
Barbara, in her first burst of enthusiasm after meeting Annette, had taken a semester-long course on bicycling at a local Junior college, and the whole thrust of it had been safety. Safety was something Barbara was sick to death of. The young man's eyes ahh, there was danger, a much spicier dish than safety.
Annette had insisted they have their bikes checked out before each and every trip, and then they would train, leaving home before 5:45 a.m., getting in 12 or 20 miles of vigorous cycling.
Always, though, they were back before 7:45 in time for Annette to cook breakfast for her husband. Barbara had become jealous of that. She had no one except her son Jerry to even think about breakfast for. And her son Jerry, at this point in his life, anyway, needed a bicycling mother like he needed a hole in the head.
But the conditioning had paid off. She was slim, tight of body, didn't pant, even when cycling up a continuous twenty-five mile hill. Maybe it had all put her in condition for the very young man who was to be her first satisfying lover.
In his arms, she was to forget the challenges of roads that had no shoulders, logging tfucks and sawdust tfucks whizzing by, hills to pump up.
But, in young Jim's arms, Barbara, a bit late in life, realized the wonderful exhilaration of another kind of uphill pumping, her mind screaming to itself, "Look what your body is doing now!"
"Hi!" he had said to her as she sat outside her motel room door. She and Annette always had their own room, no matter where they were cycling to or from. It had been Annette's husband's idea. "If you do break any mileage records, people will get to talking, and the next thing you know you'll have reputations as being lesbians. I don't mind the bike rides off into nowhere, but I don't think I can hack the lesbian talk bit," he had declared. Both women agreed immediately, for that was not their game.
Barbara now lifted her sun glasses and looked into the young man's handsome face. She said nothing, but did manage a smile.
"You and your girlfriend are bike freaks too, eh?" he said.
"Freaks? I don't like to think of it exactly that way," Barbara replied, crossing her legs, a subconscious protective measure against her own compulsions, not against the young man who had approached her.
"Sorry. No offense. I call myself a bike freak. I biked up here all the way from State College. There are bike freaks and there are bike freaks, see?" He pulled up a deck chair next to her. His body was tight, compact, tanned. "I live on a particular street down at college. "It's off campus, actually, and I have a basement apartment. Anyway, this street is known for bachelor parties, and out on the street and on the balconies, anywhere. Sort of like New Orleans. And the girls that live there in the dorms.. . freslimen, mostly.. . they ride their bikes by this street every morning, see. It's like a beauty parade.
They know that only studs that are seniors and have some bread can afford apartments on the street. Not that the apartments are so great mine was flooded knee deep last year during the rains but then I got a basement two-roomer, the rent's cool. Anyway, these freshies ride by, and whoever doesn't have a hangover from a bash the night before watches. Good watching, too. They purposely wear these little bikinis and no bras under their Tshirts, so their boobs bounce and all."
Barbara smiled, and reddened a bit. He's so young, she thought, so fresh, so ready to attack life. I wish I was like that. I was once.
He grinned, and his teeth were very young and white and square.
"So there they go, pedaling along, dozens of them, up and down the street. Their boobs bounce, and sometimes when I look up from my basement window I can almost see the balconies above bouncing in the same cadence. Lots of horny dudes, see. Anyway, like I was saying, there's bikers and then there's bikers. Those girls are not bikers. You and your friend, you're bikers. I could tell. Bikes oiled, everything in balance." He looked down at her breasts. "And nothing bouncing."
He wore nothing but blue satin bathing trunks, and her eyes fell on the thick bulge, the almost invisible throb at the skimpy center.
She looked back up into his eyes. And she knew. They both knew.. .
Later, in her motel room that night, while Annette obtained her necessary "health sleep, eight hours, no less!", the young man named Jim stared again into Barbara's eyes.
Running his middle finger over the crispy curling strands of her pubic hair, he hissed down at her his teeth bared in an animalistic mask of lust. "Don't worry," he told her. "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"
"Oooooooooh!" moaned Barbara. "Yeeeeeees!"
His obscene words triggered still more excitement in her wildly impassioned body, and she groaned louder, "Do it to me.. . fuck me as hard as you can!" Her small ringed hand tightened about the shaft of his pulsing penis as she spoke, and her naked white ass-cheeks began to rotate in wanton little circles on the mattress as she felt his prodding finger swirling around and around the sensitive little bud of her clitoris. "Aaaaaaah," she cried.
Her new lover's penis lurched violently and he new he could not wait any longer. Suddenly inspired by her lewd gyrations and wanton pleadings, he decided what his plan of attack would be with the woman. He wanted to shove his bursting cock up inside her tight little belly, and he wanted the salacious view of her jouncing breasts and her lust-contorted face as he did so. There was only one way to do it.
"Get on top of me!" he commanded, and before Barbara had a chance to protest or to consent, she felt herself being pulled up over his passion-fevered loins.
Her husband had never made love to her this way, and she was not quite sure of what to do. She stared down with wide wondering eyes, afraid he was going to do something else that would only satisfy his own needs instead of giving her the fucking she needed. Her breath came in quick labored gasps, and she only wished he would put his penis inside her aching pussy quick! It felt as though her cunt were on fire, and the spirit of licentious liberation from all inhibitions drove her to heights of wanton desire which she had never before known.
"like this, baby," explained the youth whose fingers were clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of her resilient buttocks and positioning her temptingly small cuntal mouth directly above his throbbing hardness. A lewd little smile lighted his face as he noted the half-fearful, half-lustful gleam in her eyes as she stared greedily down at the size of his penis.
"Is it big enough?" he asked lecherously, his eyes gleaming. "This what your hot cunt is needing?"
Barbara could hardly answer. The sight of his rigid pulsing flesh rising straight up from his hairy loins to her unprotected pussy made the lustful woman almost faint with desire. But it's so big, she thought in terror. It will surely tear me apart. Suddenly her lust was forgotten in a flood of terror.
"No!" she gasped. "Stop! Let go of me!"
Forgotten now, in the moment of truth, were all the other massive penises that she had thought too big for her. But there was no stopping now. The panting youth was quite sure that she'd like his big thick cock well enough once it was firmly ensconced within her trembling cunt.
"Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt," he ordered, too impatient to pay attention to the cock-teasing woman's objections.
"No!" she wailed. "I can't! I'm afraid! I won't!"
Oh God in heaven! thought Barbara, he is surely going to tear me to pieces. But she was helpless against his every wish. Her body ceased to struggle and strain, and much to her astonisliment the needles of desire and thrills of excitement began again, prurient flames of eroticism flooding through her loins. "Now you put my cock in your pussy and hurry up about it," commanded the boy who lay below her, still leering.
Oh God. How did I ever get in a position like this? But she obediently reached out her hand and guided his lust-distended hardness toward the small quivering mouth of her vagina. As she somewhat gingerly parted her soaked vaginal lips to guide the blunt-nosed shaft up into the depths of her belly, her earlier passion began to return.
Unable to wait another second, the lusting youth with the big penis flicked his muscular hips upward and plunged his aching hardness deep into her open cunt without thinking whether he was hurting her or not.
Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through her impaled body. The boy's massive thickness was thrust inside her. His mammoth hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of her stretched cunt.
And then before she realized what she was doing, she began to undulate her own firm-fleshed ass-cheeks around the obscenely impaling rod of hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing until she was floating in between hurt and happiness, between pain and pleasure, far away from reality. Something was so erotic, so forbidden about being fucked half to death by a stranger, far away from her son, far away from home. A powerful wave of pleasure rippled through her over-stimulated body.
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Yes, fuck me like that."
Eager to oblige the lust-ridden woman the youth began to fuck his pulsating thickness hard up into her heated vagina with smooth straight strokes that sank all the way to her spongy cervix. At the same time, he teased his thumb wildly at the sensitive bud of her throbbing clitoris.
Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from Barbara's lushly parted lips, and her ripe body squirmed in orgiastic ecstasy. She felt his hand attack her vulnerable anus with savage insistence, as the outstretched finger wormed its way up into her clenching A rectum, to move back and forth in time to the wild fucking strokes of the youth beneath her. She felt herself floating higher and higher, far removed from space and time.
Then, suddenly, the long desired climax hit her like a jackhammer. Unexpectedly it came over her aroused flesh and she howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of incredible pleasure stormed through her overloaded nervous system. And at precisely the same moment, the plunging penis that brought her to such heights, came also, expanding to spurt its hot load of semen deep into her convulsing body.
Maddened by the pungent aroma of sexual release, Barbara fucked harder and wilder down upon his stiff exploding penis. Orgiastic liquid poured from her own convulsing body and overflowed upon the bed below them. She swallowed in the delights of orgasm and the slippery warm cum.
CHAPTER TWO
The morning practice ride with Annette had been uneventful. No, it had been boring. They only did six miles, because Annette's husband had to leave early, some meeting or something. Barbara did not listen as Annette had given her the details.
They had passed numerous youths on their way to school as they peddled along. She thought many things to herself, but said nothing to Annette. Once at home, she slipped into her swim suit and jumped into the pool. That seemed to cleanse her of the lewd thoughts that had controlled her mind during their entire ride.
Barbara Anderson squirmed langorously in the hot afternoon sun as she tried to decide whether a dip in the pool or a cool drink would be more refreshing. She was lying in her back yard, letting the sun's rays bake her as she weighed the pros and cons of this decision. Her normally quick mind felt sluggish in the heat, and she finally decided it would be too much effort to do either.
"If it only weren't so damn hot," she mused. Really, this time of the year it was too hot to do anything except lie around. She sighed and turned on her back, wincing as the glare hit her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun as an almost physical presence.
Barbara ran her hands down her body, flicking the sweat away in large droplets, testing to see if she were sufficiently greased with suntan lotion. She decided she could use some more, and rolled over to get the bottle, pouring some in her hand and beginning to massage it into her body in quick strokes.
She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn't dared to wear to the beach a mere two scraps of cloth around her generous breasts and hips, scarcely containing their bounty.
She ran her oiled hand across the tops of her exposed breasts and shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly and over her firmfleshed thighs. The touch of her own hand made her sigh again, luxuriously, and she wished she could strip off the two tiny pieces of cloth and offer herself nude to the sun, like some pagan goddess. She laughed at the thought, wondering what her staid ex-husband or her present boyfriend would think if they came upon her naked in the back yard.
"Of course, it is very private," she mused, playing with the thought and then rejecting it as too dangerous. "Still, I could lower my straps." So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck and removed the straps, baring her chest to the sun, her breasts swelling upward, only the nipples covered. She ran her hand over her body again, admiringly, shivering at the sensations her lazy hand evoked. She squinted around the yard. It was as if she were completely alone in the world the heat shimmered in the air, and no sound broke the stillness of the afternoon. She smiled to herself as her hand continued its journey over her body, spreading the oil in a thin film and massaging it deeply into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying her mind of all but the sensations of her body. Her hand moved with a will of its own now, caressing her breasts lightly, rubbing her belly in rounded circles, touching her hips briefly in passing.
One finger slipped under the tiny bit of cloth circling her hips and teasingly touched her pubic hair. Barbara gasped at the contact, but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give her hand freer rein. She masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she could please herself far better than her ex-husband ever had.
Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away from the thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her present lover, who had not so far gotten up the nerve to do more than kiss her good night. Except one.. . her thoughts strayed unwillingly to the one perfect sexual encounter in her life an experience that had left her weak and shaking with release. She tried to stop thinking about him, but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong and her mind stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her one-time lover.
Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away from the thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her present lover, who had not so far gotten up the nerve to do more than kiss her good night. Except one.. . her thoughts strayed unwillingly to the one perfect sexual encounter in her life an experience that had left her weak and shaking with release. She tried to stop thinking about him, but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong and her mind stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her one-time lover. Tanned, youthful, magnificent young Jim. Oh why haven't you at least phoned me, Jim? Am I just an old prune that you found interesting for one lonely night? Is that all I meant to you? So you have your college coeds you told me about them, remember? But don't you see? I love you, that's the difference. Those young girls can't be to you what I can be to you! Remember what you said, cuddled in my arms? That you really didn't know what you would do after you graduated? I can help you, Jim. Help you do anything you want. Anything you want. Oh, don't you remember what you wanted to do to me that day? And did. I can never forget it.
She remembered how his strong body pumped in even strokes to enter her roughly, making her writhe and heave under him as she soared to the pinnacles of desire.
Remembering, her finger slipped inside her bikini and dug at her pubes. She moaned and opened her legs, letting the finger slide into her moist canal. Oblivious to anything but her own recollections of lust and present need, she fingered herself brutally, hoping to giver herself the release she needed. Her finger slipped easily into her cunt, sliding back and forth, around and around, sending twinges of pleasure through her nerves. Barbara closed her eyes against the sun, feeling it press against her. It was almost like being fucked by the sun, she thought in a daze, as her body responded to her finger and her hips began to buck up and down in the movements of intercourse. Her lover's face swam before her eyes, behind closed eyelids. She could see his youthful face, contorted with lust, as he had plunged into her body, giving her joy that she hadn't known possible. She had left the next morning and had never seen him again.
Barbara Anderson mourned her lost lover as she masturbated frantically in her back yard, her body quaking with remembered lust. She could feel her orgasm coiling in the pit of her stomach, ready to explode and flood her. She gritted her teeth and slid another finger into her bikini, searching for the extended nub of her clitoris. As she touched it, her body shivered and her cunt poured forth a quantity of pussy juices, drenching her fucking hand.
"Oh.. . fuck.. . fuck me, Jim.. . oh.. . God! Fuck meee.. . " She strummed her clitoris with her finger. Waves of heat engulfed her as her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing the walls, scraping her insides and making her shudder with orgasm. She bucked against his hand, imagining it to be her young lover's prick, wishing with all her heart that it was. She needed a man inside her a real man, not a drunken lout like her husband.
She groaned in dismay, feeling her orgasm subside and dissipate leaving her strangely empty inside. She had cum the physical motions had all been there but something was missing.
I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back yard, her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her cunt. She was exhausted, drained. With a great effort, she opened her eyes and squinted around, wondering dazedly what time it was. Her eyes passed over the husky young man standing in the doorway, then returned. She stared at him a minute in complete horror, a cold snake of fear hitting her vitals at the discovery. She wondered feverishly who he was for a minute, she thought it was Jim, but it couldn't be.. . and he was staring at her so oddly.
God! she though, he saw me jerking off.. . stood right there and watched. Suddenly realizing that her hand was still inside her pants, she jerked it out as if it burned her and hid it behind her, childishly.
"Who.. . what are you doing here? Who are you?" she managed to croak, wishing she could hide. It was bad enough to jerk off in your own yard remembering the past without people coming in to stare at you!
She looked at the boy, trying to arrange her features in a mask of severity as she demanded for him to explain his presence. She drew herself up and tried to regain her dignity. Then she noticed that he wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying he was just staring at her, a peculiar light in his eyes. Her mind flew back he was looking at her in the exact same way her lover at the motel had, his eyes glued to her body. He started toward her.
"Hey! What are you doing?" she called out. She looked at the boy in alarm, comparing him inadvertently to her other lover.
They were both about the same age, but this one was larger, huskier, with broad shoulders that were bronzed from the sun. He had longish blond hair that curled around his face and blue eyes that were probably intelligent when not glazed with lust. For that was what gave them their strange sheen there was no mistaking it.
Barbara drew back as the boy approached, feeling a stab of excitement despite her fear. "I'll scream if you don't leave," she promised. The boy didn't seem to notice he walked over to her and stared down at her, his body casting a shadow over her. She squinted at him, trying to see his face against the sun.
"What do you want?" she managed to croak, her hand going to her throat. God, she thought. I'm all alone. He'll probably rape me. She shifted her weight, trying to ignore the pang of lust that coursed through her at the lewd thought. One part of her urged her to let him, to open her thighs to this stranger, welcoming him to her recesses.
It'll be the last time.. . I need it so bad.. . no one will ever know. No it's evil, perverted. He's too young for me-once was enough, her thoughts ran around and around. "Please," she murmured, looking up at him. He reached out his hand in answer and ran it over her breasts. "No, don't," she breathed. The boy looked at her blankly and dropped his hand lower, gliding over her oily belly and resting on her raised pubic mound. Through a haze of confusion, Barbara felt his fingers squeeze her, tentatively at first, then strongly.
"Please, don't! I'll give you money. Please leave me alone," she groaned, her body beginning to melt at his touch. So strong.. . if only I could.. . God it would be good to be fucked.. . she thought crazily. "No.. . " she murmured, willing herself to move, to jump up and run. But her body refused to move she felt like she was weighed down by a huge hand, forcing her to remain motionless as the strange boy caressed her. She looked at his crotch, which was even with her eyes, and shivered as she saw the bulge of his penis. She felt a wild urge to see his prick, to tear his pants off and feast her eyes on him. She rolled her head aside, moaning weakly, knowing that her body was betraying her. The boy glanced at her face momentarily and smiled, then plunged his finger into her pants. She groaned, her resistance weakening as the boy's finger slid into her pussy. It was still wet from her self-induced orgasm, and his digit slipped in easily. "No," she said again, but the boy only grinned at her and sank his finger in deeper. She knew her protests sounded silly against the evidence of her sopping crotch, which so eagerly sucked in his finger.
"Who.. . who are you?" she gasped, her body beginning to move his finger.
"Skip. I've seen you around a lot," the boy muttered. He was staring at his hand, now immersed in her cunt. He could catch a glimpse of his finger sliding in and out of her cuntlips, and he wanted to see more. He pulled her pants down with his other hand and watched his fingers in fascination, wondering how her cunt could take it so easily, wondering how his cock would feel in there. He swallowed. He had been delivering a package, and when there was no answer, had walked through the unlocked door. He had thought he heard a voice in the back, and had followed the sound.. . and had seen this beautiful woman jacking off in the open yard. After that, things were a blur. His body had taken over, and here he was, one hand deep in her cunt.
And she was enjoying it he had had just enough girls to know that! Her cunt was sopping wet and was grasping at his finger like a clutching hand, her face was flushed, and her breasts were heaving with her ragged breathing. He gently pulled down the top of her suit and exposed her tits, never ceasing his fingering of her pussy. He caught his breath as he saw her breasts they were big and sweetly formed, rising to a point tipped with coral nipples that were erected in lust. He dropped to one knee and lowered his head to her breasts, sucking her tit into his mouth, running his tongue over the raised nipple, rolling it between his teeth.
"Oh," Barbara gasped as the sensation of a wet mouth on her tit engulfed her. "Suck it.. . "
Skip complied. He pressed her breasts together, bobbing his head from one to the other, laving both her nipples with his tongue. His hand dug deeper into her crotch, her juices making entrance even easier.
Barbara wanted to see him. She wanted to see his cock. She had to! She reached out and unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection. She gasped at the size of it. She would have thought a boy this age would have an immature pecker, but this one. She circled it with her hand lovingly, staring at it, looking at his pulsing shaft topped with a rosy head. Blood pulsed through the distended veins, making it jump in her hand. She stroked it cautiously, running her fingers up and down the shaft, delicately under the sensitive head, hearing the boy groan as she excited him. "Take off your pants," she said hoarsely, scarcely recognizing her own voice. Gone were all scruples she was an animal now, wanting only to give her body to the male, wanting him inside her. "Fuck me," she commanded. "Please.. . oh please fuck me!"
Skip hurriedly shed his pants. He didn't want her to change her mind, he thought looking at the lush body before him. This was like a dream wonderful dream. He couldn't quite believe that he was going to fuck her.. . but he certainly wasn't going to stop! Not now.. . not with his dick hard as an iron bar, jerking with the need to bury itself in warm cunt.
"Sure, lady.. . I'll fuck you blind!" he promised, kneeling between her widespread legs. He pulled her pants completely off and stared at her cunt. The lips were red and swollen, and, as she spread her legs even wider, he could see the entrance to her pink-lined canal. The hole was pulsing slightly. "God," he whispered. He sank his finger into her again, then pulled it out.
"Fuck me! Your cock! Put it in! Stick me!" moaned Barbara, aching with the need to be filled. She pushed her hips against his finger, grinding them in a circular motion, drawing his finger in up to the knuckle. "Put it in! Fuck me!" she said fiercely.
Skip poised his cock at the entrance to her womb, rubbing his cockhead over her slit, teasingly. She moaned as the head hit her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.
"Now! Fuck me now!" she cried in anguish, her whole body tensed with desire. If he doesn't put it in soon, I'll die! she thought, her hips rising, trying to force him to enter her.
Skip grinned and lowered himself carefully, the head of his cock sliding between her hot, wet cuntlips, probing for her canal. He thrust forward and slid into her completely, filling her, his balls squishing against her ass.
"Ohhhhh.. . " groaned Barbara. She could feel his prick opening her insides, pushing aside her quivering membranes, feeling like a red hot poker as it burned its way into her snatch. "It's sooo bigggg.. . I can feel it in my stomach! Oh, baby.. . fuck me," she moaned, twisting lewdly beneath him, seeking to draw him even farther into her cunt.
Skip smiled down into the flushed face of the older woman, then covered her mouth with his, sucking her tongue into the warm cavity. As she groaned and writhed beneath him, he pounded steadily into her, twisting his hips on each stroke to hit the walls of her cunt. She was sucking back on his tongue now, frantically gurgling into his mouth. He dropped his head suddenly and captured one of her tits, fastening his lips on the nipples and sucking.
Barbara shivered violently as the boy's tongue touched her tit. It hardened and thrust into his mouth like a tiny penis, begging to be sucked. Fire shot through her veins and she bucked up against the boy. "More! Harder!" she cried, wrapping her long legs around him and straining against him. "Deeper, fuck me deeper!"
Skip thought he was about as deep as he could go he felt like he was in a bottomless burning pit. His balls slapped against her ass with each stroke. He loved the way she was using her cunt muscles clamped on his cock like tiny fingers, milking him, making him want to shoot his load. But he held back, gaining even more pleasure the longer he waited, watching her flop beneath him, hearing her hoarse voice exhort him to more.
He felt wildly triumphant he had conquered this beautiful woman without a word with only his cock! He could feel her hot juices bathing his plunging dick, showing plainly her answering lust.
"Beautiful," he muttered against her breast. "Beautiful, lady."
Barbara's hips ground even more furiously, rising and falling with his strokes, twisting and churning against him. With each stroke she gasped in delight, feeling her body bounce with the force. Sweat poured from her as thrill after thrill coursed through her. She felt faint with the force of her lust, and spots of light danced behind her closed eyelids. She was riding the crest of her orgasm, every jab of his cock bringing her nearer to fulfillment. She raised her hips and presented her pussy to him, offering herself to his plunging dick. She was swimming in a sea of lubrication, pussy juice flowing from her recesses and turning her cunt into a river of lust. There was a little pain with each stroke of his large penis, but this served to heighten her pleasure. She wanted to be pounded into the patio floor, smashed under his body.
"Give it to me, fuck me! Oh.. . God, I can.. . fuck me with your hot dick," she babbled. "Oh, uh, please.. . harder.. . " She never wanted it to end. She wanted to fuck forever, coming under his pounding prick. She felt the wave of orgasm break around her, drawing her with it until her body felt like it was in a whirlpool. Her hips shook.. . her pussy gushed again and again.. . her whole body trembled in the wind of lust.
Feeling her body shake beneath his, feeling her cunt grab his cock and squeeze it in convulsive tremors, he cried, "I'm gonna cum, too. I'm gonna CUM!" He raised slightly and began pumping in and out jerkily, his sperm boiling in his balls. He felt the violent urge to cum.. . to let his balls burst forth their sticky fluid to run through his cock and spurt into her waiting vagina.
In and out he pounded frantically into her, feeling her legs squeeze him, holding him firmly in place. "I'm gonna cum uh uh uh fuck me lady! Here it comes, feel it! FEEL IT!" He yelled as he felt his semen gush from the buried head of his prick, spurting out in thick gobs, rope after rope of jizm splattering the walls of her cunt.
Barbara felt his cock swell and spurt in her hole as the last spasms of her own orgasm hit her, her cunt drenching his prick in juices.
CHAPTER THREE
"More," she whispered, grinding against him, forcing herself over the edge into another cum. As his semen splattered into her wet canal, she convulsed again, her mind blacking out as she fell over into the throes of her orgasm, letting herself be carried away on the wings of lust. "I love it.. . I'm cumming again.. . cum in me, give me you cum!" she mumbled, pulling him against her, her hips still twitching under his. He fell against her, panting with exertion, his penis buried deep in her still jerking weakly as it spurted the last big drop of jizm.
"Wow! What a fuck," he muttered, feeling the frantic need leave his body as his prick softened inside her.
Barbara lay still, clasping the boy to her. She could still feel his cock inside her, soaking in her. She didn't want to move. She wanted to lie here forever, the glow of being well fucked pervading her body, the boy's prick still in her. She sighed gently as reality invaded her mind.. . she looked around and gasped. Here she was, in the back yard in broad daylight, stark naked, clasping an equally naked body in her arms. Anybody could see her, could come in like he had!
"Oh!" she cried sharply. "Get up! Get off me!" She squirmed under him, trying to push his heavy body from her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" the boy asked, holding her down and looking at her. "What's the matter?"
"You've got to go! Hurry up! Now," Barbara said frantically.
"Why? You sure didn't want me to leave a minute ago!" Skip lowered his head and licked lazily at her sweat-covered breasts, making her gasp and move against him.
No, Barbara thought. It isn't possible. Stop it! Her body still wanted more! She pushed at the boy again. "Go away, please, somebody might come and see us," she pleaded.
"Expecting anybody?" Skip asked, his head gliding lower.
"No, but.. . please don't! This is all wrong!" Barbara moaned. She didn't know what to do her body, so long deprived of sex, was responding again to his touch.
"What the hell? Don't worry about it. No one's gonna come in, and we're just getting started! I'm still hot for you, lady, and I betcha you are, too. Just lie back and enjoy it!"
Barbara relaxed. There was nothing else to do. She was too weak with longing to move except feebly and all her instincts were to draw the boy to her, not push him away! She sighed langorously as his tongue licked her belly in swirling circles, and a hot flutter of desire made her legs open in anticipation.
He was going to lick her, he was going to lick her cunt! Barbara moaned in lust as his raspy tongue dipped lower. She had only had her cunt eaten once or twice and only after begging her husband. And this boy was going to do it now. He didn't need any urging. In fact, he was forcing her to lie still so that he could administer the tongue lashing! He paused between her widespread legs and she could feel his cool breath on the hot lips of her cunt.
"Don't stop! Please don't stop," she moaned, raising her hips so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face, trying to urge him to hurry.
"Oh, I won't," promised Skip, gently opening the lips with his fingers and letting his breath play over her. "This is gonna be great, eating.. . I won't stop!" He held her twat open wide, staring into the red-lined interior, watching the tiny entrance to her vagina open and close. "Wow!" he said. He had never seen a cunt like this one, so fully developed. The pussies of his young girl friends were just slick little pink slits, nothing like this! He feasted his eyes on the luxuriant growth of pubic hair, curling in reddish swirls over her snatch and down between her legs, almost concealing the fat lips of her cunt, which were dark red with lust.
As he watched, the whole cunt moved and a drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing hole. He dropped his head and covered the whole vulva with his mouth, sucking in like a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out more the fluid.
"Oh God!" Barbara muttered through clenched teeth. The waiting had been almost unendurable she had thought he would never start. "Suck it. Stick your tongue in.. . honey," she sobbed, feeling the familiar darts of lust tear at her vitals. "I need it.. . stick your tongue in there. I want it!"
Skip was in no real hurry. He was thoroughly enjoying this. His cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg as he tasted the pungent juices. He felt a great surge of power as he excited this older woman with his tongue, making her beg for it. He wanted her screaming and moaning under his mouth.. . then he would give his throbbing cock some release. He was going to shove it in her throat and make her suck him, too! He groaned at the thought of sliding into her wet mouth and redoubled his efforts at her crotch. He nipped gently with his teeth at the engorged nub of her clitoris and ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit.
Barbara squealed as his tongue hit her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She bucked her hips against his face, trying to engulf his whole mouth, trying to force his tongue into her. She could hardly believe the feelings that shot through her. She was on fire, her whole body churning and quaking with lust.
"Eat me, harder, stick it in there!" she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her hips undulating under his face.
She smashed her pussy into his mouth, her juices filling his mouth and running down his chin. He slurped and gulped noisily, draining her dry as fast as she could secrete. He reached up with both hands and grasped her tits, squeezing the mounds of flesh between his fingers, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. At the touch, Barbara shook all over, threads of fire radiating from her nipples throughout her body.
"I'm going crazy. I can't stand it. Eat me, honey, stick your tongue in there, make me cum!" Barbara screamed, no longer caring if anyone could hear or not. Her whole being was concentrated in the patch between her legs. Her vagina was a hungry demanding hole, aching for release. Suddenly she felt a wild urge to take him in her mouth to suck him as he was sucking her, to feel his hard dick filling her throat. "Cock gimme cock," she mumbled. "Stick it in my mouth I want your hot dick in my mouth!"
Skip grinned as the lewd words burst from the woman's mouth. He had her now. She would do anything he asked, anything at all to keep his tongue in her hot box, whipping her to orgasm. "Sure, lady," he mumbled through a mouthful of cunt. "Anything you say." He swung his body lithely on top of her, positioning his rampant cock over her mouth. "Go to it gimme some head," he commanded, lifting his mouth for a minute, then plunging again into the swampy marsh of her pussy.
Barbara eagerly grasped the shaft of the pulsing cock, bringing it to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over the head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit, then sliding it under the lip of the cap, hitting the most sensitive nerves. She felt his legs tremble as she licked the sensitive head, swirling her tongue around and around, and smiled to herself. The feel of his dick in her mouth intensified her pleasure. She could feel his mouth gnawing at her cunt with even more intensity. She was being filled at both ends, fucked in the mouth and cunt, and her body quivered with pre-orgasmic shivers.
As she let the head of his penis slip between her lips, she felt his tongue finally enter her vaginal canal. It lashed at the walls, boring into her like a drill, opening her insides, licking up every drop of fluid. She fucked her hips against it. She wished she had a thousand openings, and they were all filled with cock or tongue!
She sucked in more of his dick, relaxing her throat muscles to let him probe more deeply. As her lips inched greedily on his shaft, swallowing more and more of the turgid length. Skip tried to hold back. He tried not shove forward. He wanted her to take it in herself, but finally it was too much, and, with a strangled cry, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat.
Barbara gagged as his cock hit the tender muscles of her throat, then relaxed and sucked greedily on the stick. She was in a dream of lust now, her body pinioned beneath his, her secret places invaded by his lashing tongue.
As his penis slid in and out of her throat, she reached up and caught his balls in her hands, squeezing gently, rubbing the base of his root with her thumb. She could feel the cum in his balls, making them hard as marbles inside their wrinkled sac. She held them gently, stirring them. Her slobber wet his cock and ran over her chin and down her neck. She swallowed and gulped, trying not to choke as his cock battered into her throat. She could feel orgasm bubbling in her. She rubbed her cunt into his face, mutely urging him to suck harder, to bring her cum.
Skip did. His face was buried in her cunt. He could hardly breathe through the overwhelming odor of excited pussy.. . and he loved it! He loved the way her cunt grabbed at his tongue, trying to pull it in deeper. He loved the smell, the taste of pussy cum, and he sucked even harder, drawing it all in his mouth. His teeth clamped on her clitoris and he began strumming the excited organ with his tongue, clasping it firmly when it tried to retreat into its sheath. Barbara churned against him.
He slipped one hand under her bucking ass and searched for her asshole. She tensed as she realized what he was going to do, then relaxed as feeling swept her. She didn't care.. . she had never had her asshole violated, but she didn't care! She wanted his finger in there! She took a deep breath around his penis and began probing for his asshole, too. At the same time both fingers found their marks.
As his digit invaded her tiny shithole, hers shot up his ass! She gasped as the new sensation hit her it felt like a tiny red hot poker was reaming her out, stabbing into her vitals!
She groaned and rammed her finger up him to the knuckle, turning it from side to side, screwing his ass! She gobbled his prick, feeling it harden between her lips, swelling as his cum threatened to burst. She drew her lips over her teeth, making a ridge, and jacked up and down the length of his shaft, twirling her tongue over the head on each stroke. She knew he was very near orgasm now. She gulped eagerly, wanting to feel the hot flood of his sperm in her throat.
Skip pounded into her mouth, his mind a blur of intense feeling. Her finger in his shithole massaged his prostate, sending sharp twinges of desire through him. He could feel her other hand cupping his balls, squeezing them gently, urging his cum. He stuck his tongue full length up her vaginal canal, wanting to bring her off at the same time. He could feel her legs clamped around his neck in a stranglehold, and he knew by the way they were shaking that her orgasm was near. He caught her jumping clitoris between his teeth and bit down fairly hard. Ordinarily this would cause pain, but at this point it merely added to her lust, hastening her cum.
Come on, baby, he thought. Cum in my fucking face, I can't hold off much longer. Come on.. . let me taste you cum! He stabbed his finger in and out of her ass.
Barbara felt herself cumming. The waves of orgasm swept over her, making her shake and shudder. Her pussy convulsed, sending forth a thick stream of cunt juice, filling the boy's mouth with her cum. She bucked against him, her body gone berserk with passion. Her mouth clamped on his prick, and she sucked with all her might. She needed his semen flooding her mouth. She knew she would spasm even harder when his jizm hit her throat.
Skip suddenly began fucking her mouth with short quick jabs. His balls were bursting.. . his prick was on fire and ready to explode. Desperately, he fucked her mouth, using it like a cunt, pounding into it, forcing her throat to open and take him in.
And then the boy came. He spurted wildly into her open mouth, his pecker jumping with the force of the orgasm that ripped through him. He came and came.. . gob after gob of thick, gooey sperm gushed from the head of his prick, splattering into her mouth, hitting the walls of her throat.
Barbara gulped wildly, swallowing the creamy sperm her own final cum convulsing her. She sucked and sucked, drawing every drop of jizm from his dick, swallowing it all and wanting more. She wanted to drink endlessly from this fountain of cum.. . the taste and texture of the thick drink excited her to a new plateau of lust. Frantically she drained the softening penis. She gulped down the last mouthful and lay back. Her body still twitched with the last of her orgasm. Skip cleaned her out with his tongue, tenderly licking the still engorged pussy, cleaning off the last traces of cum. Finally he raised his head and slid his body off hers. His limp penis slipped from her mouth, and she reached after it, wanting to keep it in her mouth. He swung around so he faced her and smiled at her. His lips and chin were smeared with pussy cum, and she raised her head to kiss him, wanting to taste her juices.
"Wow.. . you give some fantastic head," he said approvingly. "And your pussy, well, that tastes great!" He smacked his lips happily. "I could taste my cum in there from when I screwed you before.. . something, huh?" He grinned at her. This had sure turned out to be some afternoon. He had seen the sexy woman around town and had fantasized over her, but he had never dreamed he would actually fuck her and then eat her out and have her blow him. He smiled at her, feeling all the power of his young manhood at conquering her. "You've got a great body, too. I mean, you're really something special! You're beautiful!" He looked at her, visions of fucking her in every conceivable position running through his mind. He could come here every day.
He wanted to do things to her he had never even thought of before fuck her in the ass, between the breasts, the list was endless! Maybe he could get it up again.. . he'd sure love to put it in her once more. He shivered, remembering how tight and hot it had been around his finger. He could almost feel it around his dick. That'd really be something, he thought avidly, picturing himself pounding into her creamy ass.
Barbara was just lying there. She was covered with sweat and exhausted, but her body was satisfied. She purred like a kitten sunning itself.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Jerry!" she gasped. "I thought you were at school! How what are you doing here?"
"I got all A's so I didn't have to take exams," Jerry explained. "Aren't you glad to see me, Mom?"
"Of course I am. I'm just a little surprised," Barbara answered. Surprise wasn't the word for it. What if he'd come five minutes sooner? she thought grimly, picturing her son's horrorstricken face. She trod water, trying to compose her mind, trying to still her pounding heart. Guilt flooded her.
How could she have succumbed to her lust right here in her own home, with her son only minutes away. She closed her eyes. She felt like she was going to faint.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Jerry asked worriedly, looking at his mother's flushed face. "You look kinda weird."
"Oh, I'm fine. Just the heat. Thought I'd cool off in the pool.. . " Barbara became aware that she was babbling and pulled herself together. "Well, I think it's wonderful you're home. Let's see, what time is it? Maybe we could go out for supper."
She clambered out of the water and stood beside her son. She glanced down at her body all in order, no telltale signs of passion. "Would you like that?"
"Sure, Mom," Jerry answered. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. It had been some time since he'd seen his mother in a bikini, and he'd been too young before to appreciate her beauty. For the first time he looked at her as a woman and not his mother. He was slightly embarrassed at his feelings, and he tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nearly nude flesh. He hadn't seen many girls in brief bathing attire this close. He and his buddies at school occasionally sneaked up the hill and spied on the local bathing beauties at the beach.. . but that was at a distance. He swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes on the ground. Unbidden, he thought of the pictures in his suitcase. An older boy had given them to him, and he hadn't dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory. He felt a sudden urge to run get them and take them to his bedroom to peruse them in private. He was aware of a breathlessness a tightening in his groin that occurred when he was stimulated.
"Well, Jerry? That okay? I've got a date later on, but we can go to the pizza place or something first." Barbara looked at her son anxiously. Now he was looking odd. Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried mother now, all thoughts of her former lust erased, Barbara put out one hand and stroked her I GUESS son's forehead.
Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot. "Yes, that'll be great, Mom. I'll I'll just run my bags upstairs." He pulled away.
"Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look a little pale. I know that bus trip is murder!" Barbara smiled at her son. "And I am glad you're home early. You just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone."
"The door was open, so I just came on in," Jerry answered. "I think I will go lie down.. . " He looked at his mother, trying to appear sick. If she'll leave me alone for an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an obsession. He licked his lips slightly and glanced at his mother again, wondering if she suspected anything. No, she wasn't even looking at him. She was staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny look on her face. He shrugged. "See ya in a while, Mom," he said, turning and running upstairs.
Barbara followed him more slowly. I guess he didn't suspect anything, she mused. He did look a little strange for a minute he was staring at me.. . but it was probably the heat. I think I'll take a shower, too.. . must get on with things. I have to forget that boy that must never happen again. I wonder how old he is nineteen? He looks mature for his age.
As she remembered the most mature part of his body, she blushed vividly and thrust down the thought. Never again. I'll have to be sure to keep the door locked from now on. Anyhow, now that Jerry's home for break, he won't bother me again. I'll keep so busy with Jerry I won't have time to think about horrible lewd things.
Filled with resolution, Barbara disappeared into her bedroom. God! My own son will be eighteen next week! And here I was with a boy almost his own age!
Jerry sprawled on the bed. He had closed his door and felt quite safe. His Mom never came in when the door was closed. She was a great believer in privacy. He spread the pictures in front of him and began to look at each one carefully. He had pulled his pants off in preparation for his jack-off session. He figured that if he came really good, it would wipe out the thoughts he'd had looking at his mother. Jerry knew how awful it was to have thoughts like that about your mother it was a major sin. Not only that, if anyone found out they'd probably put him in a home or something. Someplace for perverted, evil boys. He shivered and resolved never to look at his mother again. He concentrated on the pictures.
There were seven of them. The first was of a buxom blonde. She was naked except for a garter belt and black nylons, and she was staring at the camera with a lascivious expression on her face, her tongue protruding from her full lips.
Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss her on those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in the rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his hand dropped to his penis, which was hardening against his leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking it. He looked at the woman's pictured breasts for a long time, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how those big boobs would feel under his hand.
"Oh, baby," he breathed. "What a set!" He breathed harder, picturing his lips fastened on the erect nipples. Almost unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther down.
The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding her cunt open with one hand, showing the treasures inside. A thick growth of bushy curls covered her twat, curling along the extended lips of her open cunt. Jerry could just make out the ridges and convolutions of the slit. He peered closer. It looked wet. It almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer.
He stroked it with a trembling finger, fantasizing that he was running his digit over a real, wet cunt. He had touched a cunt before the gardener's daughter let the boys at school feel her for a dollar. But she didn't have one like this. Hers was sparsely furred and the slit was tiny, nothing like this fleshy abundance. Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at the top of the opening. He wondered if that was the thing the boy who had given him the picture had told him about. Supposedly you could just press on this nub of flesh and the girl would let you do anything you wanted. Jerry's hand moved faster on his pecker as he imagined what he would do. He put the picture aside and went on to the next.
In this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a guy off. The girl's body wasn't as full as the other woman's her breasts were small and tilted upwards. Jerry thought they looked like ripe fruit and wished he could bite into them. Her body was bent over, showing her luscious ass, and the contrast of her long red hair against the white ass made Jerry's heart stop. But the interesting thing was her mouth was completely full her lips distended around this enormous dick she was trying to swallow whole. Jerry looked at the man's genitals appreciatively and wondered if his would ever be that size.
The man's root was huge. It sprang from a nest of dense black curls, pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused. The head and about half the shaft were buried in the red head's sucking mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and around it, trying to accommodate the rod. One of the man's hands was caught in the girl's hair, holding her head steady, the other was squeezing one of her breasts. Her hands were cupped under his balls, one of them disappearing under his bottom. Jerry wondered what she was doing, then it came to him! She was feeling the guy's asshole!
He shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a lady sucking on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same time. His hand stroked up and down his pecker in short quick strokes, then slowed. He could feel his cum building up, and he wanted to look at the rest of the pictures before he came. He flipped to the next one, his hand keeping a steady rhythm on his penis.
"Hoo, boy!" he breathed. This was the best one yet. In this picture a busty brunette was lying spread-eagled on the bed, her heavy breasts hanging to the side, her widespread thighs facing the camera. Above her, his dick still spurting, a man knelt. He had apparently just fucked her, for gobs of semen clung to her open vagina and dripped from the head of his softening prick.
The photographer had caught the moment perfectly. The woman's face was glazed with lust, her nipples still turgid with passion. Her open cunt seemed to quiver with its load of fresh sperm. Her twat hairs were coated with the sticky stuff it was running down her legs and over her stomach. "Wow he must've really shot a wad," Jerry breathed.
He wished it were his sperm that was dripping down the woman's outspread legs. He wondered how it felt to spurt into a cunt to cover a woman with cum. His hand was moving furiously now.
He wanted to cum to pretend he was spurting all over the woman in the picture. "God.. . fuck me, baby," he said hoarsely, squeezing at his prick as he thought a cunt would. "I'm gonna shoot all over your twat!" The lewd words coming from his mouth excited him even more and he hurriedly turned to the next picture.
There were three people in this one. A woman knelt in the center, her full breasts hanging down loosely. Behind her, a dark man was plunging into her ass, his dick cleaving her buttocks neatly, his balls smashed against the full roundness of her buttocks. He was reaching under her with one hand, feeling her twat. In front of her another man was thrusting his turgid prick into her open mouth. He was holding her by the hair and pinching her breasts with his free hand. The woman seemed in an ecstatic trance, her mouth wide to receive the giant prick, her buttocks spread to accommodate the man behind her. Jerry couldn't decide which guy he'd rather be, the one with his prick buried in that hot asshole, or the one with his dick in the wet sucking mouth.
"Wow.. . shake it, baby," he murmured to the woman, feeling his pecker buried in the convulsing asshole. "Give me a ride!" He thrust wildly into his hand. He could feel his balls tightening and lifting, and knew he couldn't hold off any longer. The other pictures would have to wait. He jacked off furiously, his eyes glued to the lustful threesome, his mind whirling with the stimulus he had received. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming.. . suck it baby.. . I'm gonna shoot! I'm cummingggg!! " His young penis began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from the head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand, landing on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread. Jerry couldn't remember ever cumming so much it seemed like it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of his mother in her bikini flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured balls giving up the last burst of sperm. "Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled, turning over, rolling toward the edge of the bed.
And then he saw her. His mother. Standing in the doorway, her eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange expression on her face.
"Mom!" he gasped in horror. Of all the things he had imagined, he had never thought of his mom catching him jacking off. "Oh no, Mom!" He stared at her in abject amazement. He couldn't think what to do next. It was perfectly obvious what he had been doing there was no way to hide his cum-smeared young hard-on and the assortment of pictures. Jerry wondered how long she had been standing there. Had she actually seen him cum? Through the embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware of a twinge of lust at the thought of his lovely mother watching him jack off.
"It's okay, dear.. . nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara said. "I'm sorry I knocked, but I thought you said come in. It's perfectly normal. I didn't realize you were growing up so fast."
Barbara smiled at her son, hoping her emotions were well hidden. For what she felt was not motherly at all she was suffused with sudden lust! She had knocked at the boy's door that was true but she had heard his voice crying out lewd words, accompanied by grunts and moans. She hadn't been able to resist opening the door quietly, driven by curiosity and something else she couldn't name. And she had seen her son, his hand wrapped around his prick, jerking off as he writhed on the bed, his eyes fixed on a picture he held in his other hand. She blushed, remembering the picture a woman being screwed in the ass while she blew another guy. Part of her wondered how it would feel to take on two men at once but she quickly squelched that thought.
Her eyes had been full of her son's jumping dick. She couldn't move couldn't force herself away. As he neared completion, her hand had strayed inside her robe and found her cunt dripping with moisture. When he came, she had plunged her finger into herself, frigging her clitoris desperately. She hadn't had time to cum, and she was in a state of aroused passion, her body aching with lust as she tried to calmly reassure herself that masturbation was normal.
Maybe that is, but what I'm feeling is perverted wrong immoral, she thought to herself. Screwing this afternoon was bad enough this this, this is a sin. No mother should think this way about her son. It's impossible.. . I must be insane! She drew her robe closely around her, as if she could shut away her depraved desires. "Don't worry about it, dear. I'll never come in your room and disturb you again. And please, don't worry.
We'll forget about the whole episode. I'm going to get dressed for supper now. Pizza okay?" She smiled brightly at her son and backed out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.
Jerry still sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in turmoil. He hadn't believed it when his mother had walked in on him. He still didn't in fact. But she had been real nice about it. She hadn't seemed too shocked or anything. Jerry blushed again. He didn't see how he could look her in the face again after what she'd seen! And if she knew that he'd been thinking about her when he came.. . Jerry winced. Still, she hadn't seemed horrified. In fact her expression had reminded him of someone. He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the first picture, the one with the big blonde, her face glazed with lust.
He stared at the picture wondering how it could remind him of his mom as she had stood in the doorway, then shrugged. He'd do what she had suggested forget the whole thing, pretend it had never happened. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of his buddies to spend break with him. For some reason, Jerry didn't want to be in the house alone with his mother. Not if she was going to keep running around in bikinis and bathrobes!
Jerry clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a Tshirt. "Okay, Mom, ready to go!" he sang out.
Barbara got up slowly from the couch and smiled at her son. She was dressed in a green dress with a low neckline, and as Jerry saw the twin swell of her breasts, his resolve hardened. He just couldn't stay alone with her, not thinking the thoughts he did!
If Steve or Richard was here he could control himself better, could go off with them and try to ignore this sexy creature who happened to be his mother.
"Hey, Mom, would it be all right if I called up Steve and asked him to spend break with me? He didn't have anywhere to go. He's still at school. I told him I'd ask you and he could come up later if it was okay with you. He'll be finished with exams by tomorrow."
"Sure, hon," Barbara answered, aware of a pang of disappointment at not having her son to herself. "Call him right away.. . tell him I'd be glad to have him visit. I know you boys don't want to be around us old folks all the time!" She smiled at him lovingly, wishing she could see him without visualizing his young pecker spurting his hot, tasty-looking cream.
"Oh, it's not that, Mom! You're sure not old. I mean, it's just that I promised Steve.. . that is, he's all alone at school." Jerry floundered in explanation, hoping he hadn't hurt his mother by intimating that he didn't want to be around her.
"I understand, Jerry. Why don't you call him now, and then we'll go out for supper. I have a date with Mr. Greenway tonight. Will you be all right by yourself? I didn't know you were coming home, or I'd surely stay. I can break the date if you'd rather have me stay."
"Oh no. I mean.. . I'll be fine. Got some reading to do wouldn't be good company anyhow," Jerry stuttered, completely unnerved by the prospect of his mother remaining home.
"I guess so. You're a big boy now, after all," Barbara looked at her son, and they both flushed and looked away as they remembered what a big boy he was.
No, not a boy. He was almost a man now. Why did this thought hurt? Her own age? Life slipping away from her. Was this why she peddled that damned bicycle mile after tortuous mile? To somehow, some way, hold on to her youth?
She looked at her legs. They were tanned and muscular. "Bike freak," she said to herself, using the same intonation that young Jim had that day at the motel. But what could the damned bike do when her chin began to sag, or the crow's feet began to spider around her eyes? When would that be, five years, six years? What would she end up, a little old gray-haired lady with a trim, tight body that didn't match her false teeth?
She had read an advertisement in today's newspaper. A plastic surgeon saying he understood, the dilemma of the "aging woman." Eyelid-lifts, chin lifts, brow-creases eliminated. No. She wasn't to that yet. But how long would a lousy two-hundred dollar bicycle keep her young? Not long. Not long.. .
CHAPTER FIVE
Barbara sat in the dark bar with Jason Greenway, trying to smile and nod at the appropriate places in the conversation, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She was remembering her young lover of the afternoon, dwelling on his powerful physique and boyish face, recalling how expertly he had brought her smoldering passions into flame. She shivered slightly as she pictured her uninhibited enjoyment of the boy's advances, and a drop of moisture welled in her vagina. She pressed her legs together.
"Isn't that so, Barbara?" asked Jason Greenway.
"Oh. Yes, of course. You're absolutely right," Barbara murmured. Her cunt was itching and burning with repressed desire now, and she felt that she couldn't stand sitting here listening to him much longer. I don't want to be here, she thought boldly. I want to enjoy myself dance I want to fuck somebody anybody. Her thoughts strayed to the exciting picture of her young son jerking off, and she moaned faintly as she tried to banish the wicked thought.
"I say, are you all right?" Jason peered at his companion's face worriedly. She had seemed strange all evening abstracted. He remembered that her son had come home unexpectedly and wondered if that was disturbing her. "Are you worried about Jerry? He'll be fine. He's almost a grown man now, and you said his friend would be here tomorrow morning."
"Yes, I mean, no, I'm not worried," Barbara said, laughing wildly. If he only knew how worried I am! she thought to herself. "I'm fine."
"Well, if you don't mind my saying so, you look a trifle under the weather," Jason Greenway continued. "If you'd prefer to go home.. . "
"No, no, I want to dance!" Barbara said suddenly, standing up. "Come on, Jason, dance with me." Actually, she wanted to ride a bike!
"Certainly, my dear," Jason replied ponderously, sliding back his chair and joining her. He led her to the floor and put his arms about her correctly, leading her in a slow step.
Barbara felt the music enter her, and she swayed to the rhythm gracefully. She pressed close to her partner. Jason held himself stiffly as the woman pressed into him. He couldn't imagine what had gotten into her. She was practically embracing him in the middle of the dance floor! He drew back slightly.
This would never do.. . mauling each other like a pair of horny teenagers! "Barbara.. . " He pushed her away from him firmly and took charge again, leading her in correct steps. He sighed faintly with relief. He wanted her, certainly, but he preferred to court her slowly, in keeping with his age and station. And a proper courtship certainly didn't include getting an erection on the dance floor!
Barbara sighed in disappointment. No use, she thought. He's an old stick-in-the-mud. I wonder if he'll ever do anything at all with me, or just wait until we both die of old age! Out loud she said, "Jason, perhaps you're right. I'm not feeling very well at all. I guess we'd better go home."
"Certainly, my dear," Jason replied, relieved. Maybe he had imagined the wanton way she had pushed herself at him, after all, she was ill. He felt a slight twinge of regret as he led her to the car. Maybe he should speed things up a bit. She had had plenty of time to get over her unfortunate divorce. He resolved to go a bit farther than the customary kiss tonight. After all, he was a man, and getting tired of buying sex from the whores downtown! Perhaps he and Barbara could become engaged soon. He smiled at her benignly and opened the door. Barbara got in and sat morosely at the far side, next to the door. She didn't know what was wrong with her. First she'd fucked a boy young enough to be her son, then she watched her own son jack off and been terribly aroused by it, and now she practically attacked her staid boyfriend. All because of that tormenting itch between her legs. Angrily she chastised herself. Jason wasn't rejecting her he was just trying to show how much he respected her. But I don't want to be respected, she thought. I want to be fucked! If only he'd satisfy me get rid of these horrible, sinful yearnings. She looked appealingly at the man sitting next to her.
Jason reached over and slid an arm around Barbara's shoulders, then lowered his head and kissed her firmly on the lips. She stiffened, then relaxed against him, murmuring, kissing him back, using her teeth and tongue, sticking her soft wet tongue into his mouth and running it over his lips. His arms tightened around her, and he slid one hand down to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Instantly, the nipple hardened and pressed against his palm.
She isn't wearing a bra, he thought in confusion. Nice women didn't act like this, according to his experience. His ex-wife certainly hadn't. She had been cold and stiff from the day he married her to the day she died. He had resigned himself to the fact, and had bought his sexual pleasures from willing young women. When Barbara had divorced her husband and he had begun to see her her as his future wife, he had treated her as befitted a nice woman, and she had never shown any signs of wanting anything else. Until now. Unbelieving, he massaged the warm breast in his hand, hearing the quickened breathing of the woman in his arms. She was squirming against him now, her dress hiked up over her thighs, inviting his hand to travel lower. In a daze, he dropped his hand, reaching under the hem of her dress and probing gently at the mound of her groin, covered with damp nylon.
As his finger carefully snaked itself under the edge of her panties and crept into the damp warmth between her thighs, Barbara trembled convulsively and squirmed even nearer to him, her free hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
"Oh, Jason. touch me, please.. . " she moaned, unzipping his pants and capturing his penis. He jumped at the shock of her touch. He couldn't believe any of this. He hadn't felt up a girl in the car since high school! His thick penis was hardening slowly in her hand and he pushed his finger into her damp crotch, amazed at the wetness.
"Barbara, maybe we should wait," he muttered. "Take you to my house."
"No! Here! Fuck me here!" Barbara hissed, pulling him against her. Her pulse was pounding. She had no other thought than to get his prick inside her twitching cunt. She jerked her skirt up around her waist, exposing her belly and nylon covered twat to his gaze. "Take off my panties and stick it in," she cried lewdly bumping her hips so that his finger slipped all the way in. "It feels so good, darling." He pulled her panties down her long legs and finger-fucked her methodically. His mind was awhirl with lust now. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He didn't care who she was or where they were.. . he hadn't been so excited in years. Grunting, he pulled his pecker free from her hand and hunched over her in the seat, not even bothering to pull down his trousers.
"All right, if that's what you want," he muttered, positioning himself at the opening of her womb.
"Hurry up, fuck me! I need it!" Barbara squealed, opening her thighs wide. Her head was mashed against the arm rest, and the steering wheel was digging into her legs, but she wanted to be fucked now! She pulled him on top of her, opening wide for the invasion of his prick. She shut her eyes, every nerve atremble with the anticipation of having her hole filled.
"Hey, Mac! Cut it out.. . can't do that here!" a sharp voice interrupted. A flashlight swept the interior of the car, revealing Barbara, with her skirt bunched around her waist and her pussy bare. Jason hurriedly withdrew to one side of the car, trying to push his penis inside his pants. "Cover yourself," he hissed at Barbara. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Imagine him, Jason Greenway, being caught in a parking lot with his pants down like some kid.
"Gimme your identification, buster," the policeman continued.
Jason handed him his driver's license without a word. As the cop perused the license, he jerked Barbara's skirt over her thighs, glaring at her. She was just sitting there in a trance, her eyes unseeing. Jason felt his anger at her for getting him into this mess.
He patted her hand sympathetically. Barbara stared at him. She was furious. Just as she had been about to get a prick inside her this happened!
"Don't worry dear.. . I'm so sorry for this, couldn't control myself, never happen again," he soothed her. He was willing to believe now that he had taken advantage of her. After all that's how it should be. He squared his shoulders and patted her hand as she sobbed in rage and frustration.
"Okay, Mr. Greenway," the cop said, reluctantly handing back the papers. "Just don't let it happen again. Take the young lady somewhere else next time!" He leered at Barbara knowingly, then snapped off his flashlight and departed.
They drove off. Both were silent on the way home. As they drew up in front of her house, Barbara gathered up her purse, preparing to depart.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am," Jason began, detaining her. "I was carried away by your ah, beauty. Perhaps it's best we were stopped. I wanted our first time to be perfect.. . not fumbling in a car like two kids! I'll call you tomorrow dear."
"Goodnight," Barbara said shortly, scrambling out of the car. Yeah, I'm sorry too, she thought furiously. Another minute.. . her pussy was still dripping wet and tingling with the need to be fucked. Oh well, I'll just go in and masturbate, she thought. Tomorrow.. . she felt the breeze hit her dripping twat and suddenly realized that her panties still lay in Jason's car. At the thought of his shock when he found them, she giggled and felt better.
Jerry felt better now. He had gone to bed early the night before, and hadn't even heard his mother return from her date. Steve would be here at around lunch time, and he could forget all about the day before. He fixed himself a bowl of cereal and consumed it methodically. His mother was still asleep upstairs, and he had no wish to see her yet anyway. He figured he'd take a swim after breakfast and then read until Steve got here.
Barbara staggered into the kitchen, stopping short at the sight of her son. She felt like she had a hangover. Her body was heavy and unfulfilled, and her masturbation having brought no relief the night before. Her cunt throbbed dully, aching.
"Oh. Jerry," she mumbled, keeping her eyes away from him. "Want anything else to eat?"
"No, Mom, that's okay," Jerry said nervously. He hadn't been prepared for the sight of his mother. She was wearing a thin blue bathrobe, and her hair was angled down her back. In the second before he turned away, he had seen the unfettered swell of her breasts against the robe, and his pulse jumped alarmingly.
"I'm gonna take a swim. Steve will be here in a couple of hours. See ya!" The boy jumped up from the table and rushed from the room, leaving his cereal unfinished.
Barbara stared after him. The sight of her son hadn't aroused her in any way. Relieved, she pushed her hair back and fixed herself a cup of coffee. She drank her coffee slowly, thinking of how nice it would be to have a husband to quell her lust, a good, strong man to depend on. I don't know what came over me yesterday, but it'll never happen again, she promised herself. I think I'll even take a swim with Jerry, to show it was all nonsense! I must have imagined all those things. I couldn't seriously want to fuck my son! She laughed at her fantasies, secure now that she would soon have a way out of her difficulties.
Jerry clattered down the stairs dressed in his bathing trunks. He could see his mother in the kitchen, drinking her coffee, and he breathed a sigh of relief as she rinsed out her cup and disappeared upstairs.
"Now if she'll just stay away this morning, I'll be okay," he muttered to himself, diving into the pool. He didn't understand his reactions of yesterday. He knew his mother was a fine, pure woman who would have been horrified at his evil fantasies. He would always be grateful for her calm acceptance of his masturbation, though, he decided, swimming around the pool.
He swam vigorously, determined to live up to the image he imagined his mother had of him. As he began his fifth lap, he looked up and saw his mother approaching the pool. She had on a white bathing suit, different from yesterday's, but no less revealing. Her full breasts spilled out of the top, and the bottom threatened to fall from her rounded hips at any moment.
Oh, wow, Jerry thought wildly, staring. She looked a hundred times better than any of the girls in the pictures. And she was here. Right in front of him. He took a deep breath and dove under water, trying to ignore the involuntary hardening of his prick. He swam under the water with bursting ears and tight loins, wondering miserably how the hell he was going to get out of the pool with a hard-on. Finally he surfaced and regarded her warily from the far side of the pool.
"Hope you don't mind me joining you!" Barbara called gaily.
"Oh no, Mom, fine," Jerry replied, treading water, trying to keep the lower part of his body turned away from her. It was under water, but the pool was crystal clear, and his pulsing erection could plainly be seen.
Barbara dove cleanly into the water and surfaced shaking her head like a puppy. "Whew! Feels good!" she cried, swimming over to her son. He turned his back to her and inched away from her, trying not to be too obvious. The cool water was having absolutely no effect on his erection. It throbbed unceasingly between his legs, growing bigger by the minute.
"Wanna race?" he croaked.
"Sure! Five laps?" Barbara said vivaciously. The water was soothing her jangled nerves. She looked fondly at her son, wondering how she had ever entertained such lustful thoughts about him. Why, he's just a little boy, she assured herself.
"Let's go!" She struck off, turning her head briefly to insure that Jerry was racing with her, then settled down to swimming in earnest. As she finished the last lap, she pulled herself onto the side of the pool. Her exhilaration faded as she watched her son swimming slowly toward her. His face was contorted in a grimace as he swam jerkily. She stood up, worried. Jerry was an excellent swimmer and should have beat her hands down.
"Are you all right, dear?" she called. Maybe he has a cramp!" she thought, diving back into the pool and swimming to her son.
"I'm okay, Mom, leave me alone," Jerry gasped. Barbara put her arm around him as he paddled slowly to the shallow end. "For Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing off her arm. "I'm okay."
Barbara stared at her son, puzzled. Her glance went over him and rested on his groin, as if drawn by a magnet. The magnet of his pulsing erection pushing out the thin material of his trunks.
"Oh, Jerry," she whispered. Her mind wavered. She reached out a hand and gently touched the lump at his crotch, her fingers stroking. Her hand had a will of its own. She watched dazed, as she squeezed her son's penis. The scene blurred before her eyes as an electric thrill ran through her. She caressed Jerry's rock-hard projection, staring at him, her eyes glazed, her mouth open. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing and the burning in her cunt spread through her body, making her legs weak and shaky.
"Mom!" Jerry cried in anguish. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he had been swimming painfully, impeded by his arousal, the next his mother was stroking him, staring at him with a strange expression in her eyes. His prick jumped under her fingers and his hands burned to grasp her heaving breasts.
At his voice, Barbara shook herself, emerging from a dream of lust to reality. Her hand dropped, she floundered backwards in the water as she plunged to shore. Her only thought was to get out of here away from the scene of her betrayal. God, what am I doing? Evil wicked oh my Lord! INCEST! she thought, horrified. She left her son without a word, stumbling from the pool, racing upstairs.
Jerry just stood there. "Mom, come back," he called forlornly. Somehow he had to comfort her to let her know it was all right. He had never seen such a look of terror on anyone's face before.
He jumped out of the pool and ran after her too late. He heard the car roar off outside and slumped against the front door, oblivious of his wetness. His prick still throbbed. It wanted back the hand that had stroked it so lovingly. He shook his head and went back inside dispiritedly to wait for his friend Steve.
He wanted desperately to be a child again. He didn't know what he was going to say to his mother, or do about this situation, but he did know that he had grown a lot older in the last half hour. Grown from the touch of his mother's hand.. .
CHAPTER SIX
Barbara drove wildly through traffic, not knowing where she was going. Etched in her mind was an indelible picture of stroking her son's prick. She admitted to herself now that she had deliberately flaunted her body before him, inviting his response, and then had run from him, terrified. Horror at her perverse desires suffused her, dimming out not overwhelming the aching of her frustrated cunt. Her twat was burning it wanted to be fucked it didn't have any scruples about who did the fucking.
She swerved around a car, horn blaring, and tried to think. She could call Jason at the office. She laughed aloud, picturing his reaction if she stumbled in, dripping wet, and attacked him. Or the boy from yesterday Skip she remembered telling him that she'd meet him at six.. . but that was too long! She needed it now.
"I'll go to the store he works for. He makes deliveries for Smith's Department Store," she said feverishly. How she was going to get him to leave work and come with her she dismissed as unimportant. If she could just see him. She pulled into the parking lot of the store and jumped out of the car, looking around wildly. "Ah, Delivery Entrance," she muttered. She ran to the door, and finding it open, walked in. A man looked at her disinterestedly.
"Yeah, lady?"
"Skip. Skip, is he here?" She peered around.
"Yeah, he's in the back. You his mother?"
"Yes. Can you get him? It's very important, an emergency,"
Barbara said. She felt very odd her hair dripped down her neck, wetting her back.
"Sure, why don't ya sit down? You don't look so good," the man answered kindly.
"Oh, I'm fine. Just get Skip, please. Hurry!"
"Okay, lady, calm down." The man was getting slightly annoyed. He wasn't used to wet, distraught ladies bursting into his office to see his delivery boys. He strolled to the inside door and yelled, "Hey, Skip! Your Ma's here, says it's an emergency."
Skip's voice came clearly. "Ma? I don't.. . hey, wait a sec! You say she's here? Okay." Barbara clenched her hands together and took a deep breath as Skip entered the room. He grinned at her and winked slowly. "Yeah, what's the trouble, Ma?"
"Uh, ah.. . I need your help," Barbara stuttered. She hadn't realized how tall the boy was, and she hadn't remembered his shoulders as being so broad. He walked over to her, still grinning and took her arm.
"Mr. Johnson. I'll go help my Ma. I'll be back in a while, okay?"
"Well, I suppose so," the man said dubiously, looking at the strange pair. "She is your mother.. . "
"Oh yes, sir, she certainly is," Skip answered. "Come on, Ma." He led Barbara firmly outside. She clung to his arm weakly. Now that she had him, she was tongue-tied. "Where's the car?" he asked. She showed him, and he steered her to it, unlocking the door and pushing her inside. She collapsed on the seat and looked at him helplessly.
"So, what's the emergency? Couldn't wait, huh?" He grinned at her again. She shuddered at the cocksure tone. He reached over and pulled up her skirt roughly, sinking his finger into her.
"No," she whispered, pulling away. "I wanted.. . I mean.. . "
"Don't play coy now, lady" he said. "You want it bad, don'tcha? So bad you hafta come get me from work.. . well, where do you want it? Here, or your place?" He stroked her cunt smoothly, his finger sliding in and out. He felt a surge of power as he realized how much this woman wanted him. It was an intoxicating feeling.
"No, can't go home, my son's there.. . just drive to the beach," Barbara stuttered. Her body was on fire from his fingerfucking and she knew she had to get out of here before she succumbed in broad daylight in the parking lot.
"Can't drive, lady. No license," Skip said. His teeth showed in a broad grin as he watched her. She was flushed and breathing hard already, just from his finger in her twat.
Finally Skip said, "Hey, let's go! I ain't got all day. Let's go down to the beach. I know a place."
Barbara backed the car out and followed his instructions.
It was a bright, hot day, and the beach was crowded, but Skip directed her down a side road to a deserted point. She pulled to a stop and stared at him questioningly. He was all business now.
"Got a blanket? No? Guess this hit you unexpected, huh? Well, I'm always willing to help a lady. Take your dress off. Lemme see if your bod's as good as I remember. Do it nice and slow, now, give me a good show so I can get ready for you. Though I don't need much," he said, looking down at his pants and seeing the hard bulge. "Get my prick out first," he commanded. "Then give me a show." He sat back against a sand dune, legs widespread and motioned her to him. "Come on.. . take it out!"
Barbara knelt in front of him and, hand shaking, unzipped his pants. His massive pecker sprang out, already engorged. She moaned slightly and reached for it, but he slapped hand away.
"No, strip for me, lady. Let's see how good you are," he commanded, circling his prick with his thumb and forefinger. "Make it good and hard, and I'll fuck you! If you don't do a good job, well.. . " he shrugged.
Barbara put her hands behind her neck and unzipped her dress, trying to remember how the stripper she had seen in Vegas did it.
She moved her hips slightly to an imagined bump and grind routine and slowly let the dress fall to the ground. She was still in her white bathing suit, and she revolved slowly in front of him, thrusting out her pelvis, bending so he could see the swell of her breasts. She unhooked the top of the suit in back and let one breast fall free, still holding it to her other boob, teasing him. She gathered the material in her hands and pressed it to her chest, rubbing her tits with it, then let it fall to the ground, revealing the full swell of her tits. She cupped her hands under her breasts and let her fingers trail over the creamy surface, pinching the nipples until they stood erect.
"Oh, yeah, that's good. Rub'em, honey," Skip gasped, hypnotized by the action of her hands. He rubbed his prick slowly, savoring the strip tease. "The pants. Take off the pants. Let me see your cunt."
Barbara smiled. She felt in control now as she excited the young man. It was obvious he wanted her badly now, and she proposed to make him frantic with lust before she let him enter her. She turned her back to him and bent over, pulling the white bikini pants off her full ass, revealing the twin moons of her buttocks to his view. She ran her hand over the cheeks of her ass, parting the crack, showing a brief glimpse of her puckered asshole, bending over so he could see the shadow of her cunt from behind. She straightened and turned again, facing him, hooking her thumbs in the top of her pants and inching them down, revealing a few reddish curls. She looked him full in the eyes, licking her full lips with her wet tongue.
"like it, Skip? Want to see more of my cunt?" she asked softly.
"Yeah. Show me your twat, baby. Take of the pants and show it to me!" Skip grunted. He had pulled off his jeans now, and he sat before her naked, his cock jerking with excitement.
Barbara slowly slid the panties off, revealing her luxuriant pubic bush, and stepped out of them. She stood before him nude, her hands covering her bush, smiling at him lewdly. She was unbearably excited. She could feel the moisture trickling from her overheated cunt. She walked in front of him, moving her hands and spreading her legs so he could gaze at her. One hand held apart the fleshy lips of her cunt. She was only inches away from him now, and her female odor reached his nostrils. They twitched at the enticing smell, and he grabbed upward, bringing her cunt against his mouth, inhaling the musky odor, lapping fiercely at the dripping cunt.
"Oh yes.. . suck it," she squealed, her knees buckling. She slumped onto him, her twat mashing into his face. He licked up and down, his nose bumping against her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her. "Eat me out, darling, eat my cunt!" she moaned, squatting over him. Her body writhed as it sought the satisfaction denied since yesterday, her hips twisting and undulating on his tongue, her cunt dripping pussy nectar down his willing throat. And Skip complied, doing his best to swallow the flood of juice, slurping valiantly at the demanding cunt, sticking his tongue into her hole and twirling around, nibbling at the nub of her clitoris. She came quickly, spasming wildly, gushing into his mouth. She fell on the sand beside him.
"Oh, that was fantastic. You're a great cunt lapper," she babbled, not quite believing she had finally found the release she had craved so violently.
"Turn over," Skip said roughly. He was extremely aroused her strip tease had almost made him shoot and he had controlled himself with difficulty as he ate her cunt. He wanted something else something he had promised himself to have yesterday. He wanted to plunge his pecker into the steaming depths of her ass!
He turned her over and spread her cheeks, staring enraptured at the puckered rose of her asshole. "Oh baby, this is gonna be great!" he muttered, bending down and licking the crack of her ass. It tasted salty, not at all unpleasant. His tongue found the tiny hole and bored in, licking the tight dry walls, lubricating them for his entrance.
"Wha what are you doing?" Barbara hissed. "Not there. In my cunt. Do it in my cunt."
"Hell no, baby. I'm gonna cornhole you," Skip answered, spitting in one hand and greasing his pole. "Just relax."
"No no." Barbara struggled to no avail. She was pinned firmly under his weight, her head pressed into the sand. Her ass stuck up in the air, the cheeks already spread by his hand.
Unbelieving she had felt his tongue rim her, feeling like a hot rasp. She knew it was going to hurt terribly. His finger had hurt yesterday when he stuck it there! She knew his massive pecker would rip her in two! "Please don't, not there," she moaned, twisting her hips away from him.
"Hold still, damn it," Skip muttered through clenched teeth. "Or I will hurt you, Goddamn it! I said hold still!" He punctuated his words with a sharp slap on her posterior and Barbara subsided. She held herself tensely, terrified of the pain she knew would rip through her.
Skip positioned his penis at the entranceway to her bowels and pressed gently. The head slipped halfway in, stretching the membranes and causing her to moan feebly and squirm in pain.
"Hold still!" he repeated, taking a firm grip on her and pushing forward. The head of his prick slipped inside the distended hole, opening the ring of sphincter muscles for entrance. Skip felt the tight ring of muscles clamp against his prick and he almost came on the spot from the exciting pressure. He gritted his teeth and shoved mightily. His dick thrust into the virgin asshole, tearing the membranes with a burst. He slumped against her, his cock buried in her asshole, his balls crushed against her ass, and rested a moment, soaking in the dark warmth. It was a lot hotter and tighter than any cunt he'd ever been in, and dry too! He moved slightly, then pulled out a ways and began pumping into her.
Barbara stayed perfectly still. The pain was unbearable. She could feel the entire length of his cock inside her bowels like a red hot poker. Her whole ass was on fire, she could feel the battered muscles contorting with pain as he pumped steadily into her. He's killing me, she thought. She groaned loudly as pain lanced through her bowels, making her feel violently sick.
I deserve it this is my punisliment i deserve to be treated like this, her mind chanted to her.
"Move it!" Skip snapped suddenly. "You know how. Move your ass up and down, baby, so I can get all the way in you!" He slid one hand beneath her and groped for her sticky cunt, thrusting his finger into her. In and out. In and out. His finger kept perfect time with his cock and Barbara was surprised to find the pain receding as the pleasure radiated from her cunt. Suddenly, she wanted him to fuck her ass. The feelings his cock evoked were exciting beyond belief! She moved her hips tentatively at first, then boldly, pushing his prong into her depths.
"That's it! Shake your ass!" Skip cried exultantly as the movement transmitted to his pecker. Her ass muscles were sucking at him now, pulling him deeply into her hot dry shithole, squeezing the head of his dick until he felt his balls would burst. His balls smashed against her ass with each stroke, squishing in the moisture that dripped from her excited twat.
"Oooo, yes, fuck my ass! Shit, baby, ram it home and ream me out!" Barbara cried, bucking her ass up and down, then whirling it in circles, screwing herself onto his pole. "Cram me full of cock. Give it to me! Harder! Fuck me harder! Stick your hand in my cunt, give it to me!"
Skip smiled grimly and continued to thrust strongly into the bouncing ass. "I knew you'd like it!" he crowed. "You love it, don'tcha? You love me fucking your ass! Yeah, move it! Clench your muscles. Use your ass to make me cum. Move it good. So good, hot mother. Good fucking," he cried. He could feel his cum burning in the pit of his stomach and he clutched at the slippery flesh of her posterior with trembling fingers, one hand still buried deep in her twat. He could tell she was cumming, too the juices spurting over his hand and drenched his balls.
"Yeah, I'm gonna cum in your fucking ass!" he cried.
Barbara tensed at his words. She wanted to feel the hot flow of semen flood her battered asshole. She moved wildly under him, her tits bouncing, her cunt gripping his hand. She felt her ass suck at his pounding cock. She squeezed her muscles and felt the rigid flesh of his prick swell and grow hotter as he gave one last heave and wedged himself firmly in her ass. His balls tightened and burst, sending spurt after spurt of hot semen into the dark recesses of her bowels, spattering the dry walls of her bunghole with thick white cream. She shuddered beneath him, her orgasm overtaking her at the same moment, her cunt convulsing and gushing onto his digging hand. She could feel his pecker still spitting inside her ass, softening now and slipping out. Her ass muscles grabbed at it futilely, trying to keep it inside her, but it slipped out and the boy rolled sideways onto his back.
Barbara stayed on her hands and knees, her ass stuck in the air, gobs of sperm dripping from her asshole and running down the backs of her legs. She was too weak to move. Her ravaged rear throbbed dully, but her cunt was satisfied for a time. But she still wanted something in there. Something good and hard in her twat. She thought suddenly of Jerry's pictures, the one of the woman being screwed in the ass while she sucked another guy off.
She wondered if the guy in her mouth had transferred to her cunt after the cock finished in her ass. And she wondered how it would feel to be screwed in the front and back at the same time.
As she realized what she was thinking, she moaned. One isn't enough for you? You're damn lucky you got this, she told herself, quelling her perverted thought. This is bad enough picking up a delivery boy to fuck you so you won't think about fucking your son. And now thinking about that! You're evil, wicked!
"You okay?" Skip asked rolling over and looking at her. She hadn't moved. He hoped that he hadn't hurt her he had smashed into her awfully hard. "Hey say something."
Barbara shivered as his hand stroked her ass. She rolled over and faced him, saying in a small voice, "Do you think you could get hard again and screw me in my cunt?"
Skip stared at her, his mouth open. Here he had thought he had ruptured her ass and she wanted more! He grinned admiringly.
"Sure, lady, anything you want!" He laughed in relief. "you'll have to suck it to a stand though. I can't get it up alone." He laughed again with all the assurance of a youth who knew he had years of fucking before him. He felt like he could screw her all day and night and never get tired. She was far and away the best piece of tail he'd had in his young life.
Barbara scrambled to him, wincing as her still painful ass touched the ground. She knelt before him and lifted his limp prick with one hand. "While I blow you, why don't you tell me about some of the other women you've screwed," Barbara asked, knowing the recollections would hurry his erection. And besides, she had a perverse desire to hear of his sexual encounters. She had never imagined a boy so young would be so experienced. He was only a year older than her son, and Jerry was obviously a virgin. She shuddered at the thought of her lust for her son, and continued hastily. "Tell me about your first time.. . tell me all about your girl friends," she urged hotly. "I'll suck you off while you tell me, and then you can fuck my cunt!"
"Well," Skip began slowly. "I've never had a chick like you that's for sure. You're really outasight! A far out fucking lady!" He ran his fingers through her hair possessively.
"Tell me about your other girls," Barbara urged, lowering her head to his groin and licking around the base of his penis. She cleaned his pole thoroughly, from the root to the tip, licking daintily along the whole surface. She was gratified to notice that it was swelling slightly, hardening under her tongue.
"Okay. Well, my first time was when I was a kid. I was always big for my age, a lot bigger than the other boys. I started playing with myself when I was about nine, but it was a while before I got into a real cunt! My sister is a couple of years older than me. I used to watch her undress at night through the keyhole and then jerk off afterward.
"Anyhow, one night she had a girl friend spend the night with her, and I was watching them. They didn't do anything for a long time, just sat around and yakked, and I was getting tired of waiting, when my sister started to undress. She and her friends had been talking about boys at school what kind of girls they went for and all and my sister pulled off her clothes and pointed out her tits and ass to her friend, laughing as she described how the boys had played with her tits and cunt! She rubbed her little titties until they stood straight up and pulled her cunt open and showed it to her friend.
The other girl stripped, too. She was older than my sister, and her body was fully developed. She had big sized tits that swing when she walked and a real bush of hair on her twat! You better believe I was one horny kid, watching all that action! I started jerking off right there in the hallway and my parents were both gone, so I didn't have to worry about them.
Anyhow, I stood there in the hallway, my eye glued to the keyhole, my hand jerking at my pud! I watched those two girls compare tits and cunts, holding up each other's tits to feel the weight, running there fingers in and out of each other's cunts. Finally I realized they had stopped playing. They were kissing each other right on the mouth, mashing their breasts together, squishing their cunts together! I had never imagined girls doing that.
"I couldn't believe it! But it was great wow, it was fucking fantastic! I was about to cum all over the door, just from watching those two chicks get it on! They went into a sixty-nine. I didn't know what it was called then but it looked like great fun. They mouthed away at each other's twats, slurping up the juices. It was really far out watching that blonde head ramming into the dark cunt, and the other way, too." His voice trailed off in a stream of remembrance.
"Well, then what happened?" Barbara asked impatiently, raising her head from his cock. It had gotten completely stiff during the telling of his story, and Barbara chewed on the tip gently as she waited for him to continue. Her twat was steaming now, aroused by the picture of the two girls. She wanted to hear the end of the story!
"Oh, just keep sucking, honey. I'll try to make it short so we can get down to business. Anyhow, I must've been puffing like a steam engine on the other side of the door, because my sister raised her head from her friend's steaming crotch and listened.
"I couldn't stop, I was grunting with my cum. I was just about to shoot, and I couldn't move! I kept jacking off, hoping my sister wouldn't come to the door, but I was helpless to stop! She got up and opened the door just as I blew my nuts! All over her!
"She just stood there staring at me, my sperm splattering against her! I was really scared, man! I didn't know what to do! She laughed.. . and then took me by the hand and led me into the room. 'Look what I found!' she told her friend. 'My little bother, all grown up!' She pulled my hand and gently to me to the bed.
"'God!' her friend said. 'How old is he? It's a big one.' She reached out and grabbed my pecker. It was almost five inches, and she rolled it in her hand. 'Do you like to watch girls?' she asked gently.
"I stammered out something. I couldn't believe the whole thing. Anyhow, she took my little prick in her mouth and gave me my first sucking. It stood right up and she giggled as she asked my sister if she thought I was ready to fuck! And my sister helped her. She guided me into that hole, placing my legs, positioning me atop her friend. Once I was there I knew what to do! It was like second nature. I poked in and out of her. I must've gone five strokes before I shot my wad!"
He laughed, remembering his wild excitement at the feel of a cunt engulfing his prick. "Anyhow, they taught me a lot, the two of them! I fucked that chick once a week for a couple of years, and then she moved away. And my sis she'd never let me cum in her cunt, but she taught me how to eat a pussy, and she blew me whenever I wanted! I guess I was lucky, getting an early start like that. I'll always remember that broad.. . " He was silent.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Barbara thrust down a surge of jealousy. She should be grateful for that girl, teaching her lover all that. Why, he was as experienced as a grown man and had the resilience of youth besides! His young prick stood at full attention now as she bobbed her head up and down on it. Her pussy was dripping wet with excitement, wanting to be filled. She raised her head and said hoarsely, "Fuck me, Skip.. . get on me and stick it in my cunt!" She lay back in the sand, opening her legs to welcome him.
Skip poised himself before her, kneeling between her outspread thighs. He looked at her wet, glistening cunt and licked his lips, remembering the salty taste of her cum juice. He stroked his hand up and down the length of his pecker.
"Hurry up, I can't stand it," Barbara moaned, raising her hips to him. Her whole body was a mass of trembling, quivering nerves. The sand rasped against her backside, which was still sore from the cornholing. She could feel every separate grain of sand digging into the bruised flesh, and she ground her hips masochistically into the rough surface, relishing every stab of pain. The sun beat down on her unprotected body. She could feel heat washing over her inside and out. She closed her eyes against the glare, rubbing her head back and forth in the coarse sand.
"You really want it, don'tcha, lady?" Skip grunted. "Tell me how much you want my prick in you." He rubbed the head teasingly over her distended cuntlips, relishing her moan of excitement.
He was unbearably excited himself, but he wanted to prolong the the time before he plunged into her hot box as long as he could, until he couldn't stand it any more. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the head of his prick and slid over the engorged surface, glistening in the sun. "Tell me what you want. Tell me just how you like it," he repeated, his eyes running over her firm body that lay so abjectly before him.
"Oh, please, fuck my cunt, Skip! Stick your big hard dick into my pussy and screw me! God, how I want it! Poke me, ram me, please! Put it in my cunt and twist it around and screw me into the sand. Ohhhh, I can't stand it! I'll die from wanting you!" Barbara cried wildly, her lewd words exciting her further. Her hands crept up and massaged her tits, squeezing her nipples between her fingers until they almost popped. A thin sheen of sweat gleamed on the tanned surface of her body now, compounded of heat and lust. She arched her body up, presenting her cunt to Skip's fascinated gaze, and executing a series of slow bumps and grinds, simulating the sex act, urging himself to bury himself in her twat, "Please.. . stick it in there."
"What?" Skip asked innocently. He was enjoying himself. This was almost as good as the actual screwing watching a beautiful woman flaunt her pussy at your eyes, begging you to enter her! "What do you want in your cunt, baby?"
"Stick your finger in there.. . cram your goddamn hand in my pussy!" Barbara almost screamed. "Get it all hot and juicy and then give me your cock!"
Skip grinned. It already looked pretty juicy to him, but he was willing to play around a little longer, until the urge to fuck drove everything else from his mind. He put two fingers stiffly together and jammed them into her steamy box, sinking through the hot flesh and churning around. "Is that good?" he asked, breathing heavily as he watched his fingers fuck her twat. He flicked the clitoris with his thumb and smiled at the tremor that went through her. Her skin rippled under its thin coating of sweat as she hunched frantically against his fingers. "How do you like that, baby? Do you like me finger-fucking your snatch?" Skip muttered to her.
Barbara looked down past her breasts to the hairy mound of her cunt, watching his fingers dig in and out. Her hips moved furiously against the fucking hand as he drew it out. Her hips moved furiously against the fucking hand as she tried to get more of his hand inside her. She felt like her cunt was a mile wide and could take anything! She sucked her muscles around his fingers and bore down with all her strength. She couldn't believe the sensations that were flooding her with every stroke of his arm. She quivered and bucked with lustful tremors, her pussy gushing lubrication around his hand. "Put your whole hand in. Fuck me with your arm, cram it in there!" she cried.
Skip hesitated. He had never heard of putting a whole hand inside a woman's cunt. Surely it was way too big! He hooked his fingers inside and stretched the walls experimentally. They stretched around his probing digit accommodatingly. He shrugged.
He was willing to try anything.. . and if she thought she could take it.. . Carefully he inserted another finger alongside the two already in her steamy hole. She moaned slightly, but didn't stop the tempo of her hips. He drew his hand out and bunched his little finger with the others and rammed it again into her.
"That good?" he breathed, watching her cunt stretch in fascination.
"Oooohhhh! Yes! Yes, darling, give it to me! Put your fist in my cunt! Fist-fuck me! I want it, God, I want it!" Barbara bucked against him. Her cunt was stretched to the limit now crazily she wondered how far it would go before it ripped. She didn't care, she wanted him to put his whole fist inside her.
The depravity of the action further stimulated her. She could see him between her legs, his four fingers stiffly extended, pumping in and out of her. She wanted to feel his hand to clamp down on his wrist with her cunt! "Go on, please, your fist," she whimpered.
"Okay, lady, you asked for it," Skip laughed. The novelty of the scene was getting to him, turning him on immeasurably. He doubled his thumb under his other fingers and thrust into her warm crotch, twisting his wrist as he drove in so that his entire fist slid through the muscles surrounding her vaginal canal. And he was in! He flexed his fingers carefully inside the tight passageway the slick walls of her cunt vibrated beneath his fingertips and clutched wildly at his hand. "Feel it? I've got my fist in your cunt!" he whispered hoarsely. He pulled out slightly and began stroking her with quick jabs of his arm. Barbara had tensed as he sought entry to her hole, and forced herself to relax so he could get in. She hadn't really thought it possible but it had happened he was in her up to the wrist! She could feel each one of his fingers like it was a separate cock, probing and bunching at the entrance of her womb.
With a loud cry, she arched her back and drove her hips at him, forcing his hand as far as it would go. She felt a frantic wave of orgasm come crashing around her. Her legs went limp, her body quaked as she pounded against his fist. She could feel every part of her body, in her ears a dull roaring drowned out the sound of her screaming, her eyes blurred and shards of color danced before them.
"I'm cummmmmiinnnggg!" she squealed. "All over your hand, oh God, I'm cumming! Help me! Stop! Stop! It's too much! I can't stand it!" As she shuddered through her orgasm, Skip withdrew his hand slowly.. . her cunt made a squishing noise as he pulled out. As folds slipped together and returned to normal size he stared at his hand again in amazement. It was unreal that he had had his fist inside that tiny hole. He looked down at his prick. It was standing straight up and pulsing furiously he could see the blood flowing in the enlarged veins that stood out all over the surface.
He brought his cock to the still dripping hole and pressed in gently, feeling the puffy flesh give under his pressure. "Ready for it now, baby?" he murmured. "Ready for some fucking? I'm gonna really give it to ya. I know you can take it now," he promised.
Barbara shivered as the smooth head of his cock probed her cunt. She had been really turned on by the fist fuck. The novelty and the wildness of it had made her cum violently, but there was nothing like the feel of a hard cock cleaving her opening! She smiled lasciviously at him and opened her legs even wider, giving him a perfect target. "Yeah, I'm ready!" she answered, matching his tone. "Give it to me hard and fast, lover! Fuck me like I was meant to be fucked. Ram it into my cunt! I'm waiting for you. My pussy's begging for it. Give it to me!" She drew in her breath and held it as he stirred in her outer chambers, then let out in a whoosh as he plunged suddenly into her depths. Her flesh parted easily under his thrust, but closed around his prick with the tenacity of rubber, enclosing him in a vise of sticky flesh.
"God! It's still tight!" he grunted wonderingly as he felt the action of her muscles. He had thought his fist might have stretched her beyond repair, but her resilient cunt snapped back into action like a spring. He fucked in and out of her cuntal hole, feeling his balls squish against her ass with each stroke.
Her legs were wrapped around his back and he suddenly raised them around his neck, pulling her almost straight up against his prick. Her arms were tight around his neck, too. He held her bent double against him as he drove into her.
Barbara could hardly move in this position, but that didn't matter as his prick hit new depths plumbing her canal to the bottom. He thrust into her like a pile driver, in mighty lunges.
With every blow of his prong Barbara shuddered violently, her cunt clutching at his smooth rod. She could feel him all the way in her stomach. It felt like he was fucking her guts! She tightened her legs and arms around his neck and shook and shuddered under his pumping penis, feeling her orgasm begin to sweep her in a series of undulating waves, each one higher than the one before. She was being buffeted by a sea of lust. Her body rolled with the waves and surfaced, then rolled off again in a crashing peak.
"O uh uh uh! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! Oh.. . God, I'm cumming again! Harder.. . don't stop.. . fuck me! Give it to me! Cum in me I WANT YOUR CUM: PLEASE.. . I'M CUMMING AGAIN, FUCK ME!! " she screamed, not knowing or caring what she said or did.
Skip gritted his teeth and hung onto the convulsing body beneath him, never ceasing his relentless plunges into her spasming flesh. He knew she was gripped in a series of multiple orgasms. He could feel her cunt clasping and unclasping on his prick as she flopped like a fish impaled on a spear. He loved fucking her he loved the fantastic action of her active pussy on his cock, the smooth movement of her hips beneath his changing to the jerks of orgasm.
"Get ready.. . I'm cumming," he warned. "Hold on. NNOW! FEEL IT! JESUS! I'M CUMMING, BABY!" he screamed at her, forcing himself fully into her, grinding and twisting his prick into her cunt. It swelled even larger and grew even more sensitive. He could feel every tremor of her cunt through the nerves in the head. He twisted and turned into her cunt, and then he was spurting. A flood of semen burst from the head of his cock, shooting from his balls through his prick to splatter into Barbara's twat, filling her canal with hot semen.
"AAAggghhh!! " Barbara squealed as the hot column of sperm flooded her sensitive cunt. She could feel it gushing into her, burning hot on the walls of her cunt, filling her to overflowing, running out of her slot and down her thighs. She hadn't thought there was that much sperm in the world, she thought crazily as Skip pumped weakly against her, flinging out his last drops of semen. Her cunt sucked hungrily at his softening prick, milking his balls for every ounce of cum. She shuddered against him a final time as the last of her orgasm fluttered through her. Her legs slid down his back and she lay back flat on the ground, her eyes closed, a beatific smile on her face. Skip slumped beside her, his head on his arms. He was exhausted the last two fucks had really taken it out of him. He laughed weakly, glancing at her sperm-coated thighs, realizing how much it had taken out of him!
"Goddamn great fucking," Skip muttered. "You really know how to ball. You're the best piece of ass I've ever had, no shit!"
He meant every word. He had been with some horny chicks after his start with his sister and her friend but never had he had a grown woman at the peak of her desires! He shook his head. No wonder they always said an older woman was the best lay! He wondered how the hell a guy her age would keep up with her. He was wearing out, and he was only eighteen! A very experienced and mature eighteen, but still a young boy with supposedly endless sexual prowess. He sighed. He knew he could bring her off again and again.. . with his tongue, his hands and his cock, but he didn't want to wear himself out completely! He figured she could take on another guy easy. Hell, she could probably take on an army and come back for more! He felt the thrill of pride in his insatiable mistress. He was proud of her raging appetite as well as her luscious body. If he had realized that it was he who had unlocked her lust and brought forth her insatiable appetite, he would have been prouder still. But he didn't know that until yesterday she had been a frigid woman, frozen by her uncaring husband and inept lover. He had come along at exactly the right time and opened a new world to her.
Barbara lay flat on the sand, her body glowing with the warmth that only comes from being well-fucked. She reached for Skip's hand and held it. Whatever happened, whatever she did because of her new emotions, she would always be grateful to him for showing her how it felt to be a woman. She had found sexual release and satisfaction now. It remained for her to learn to control her desires.
For a woman of thirty-five, at the height of her sexual potential, to suddenly come from the cavern of frigidity into the white hot light of sensuality was a little too extreme her mind had to catch up to her body. She knew that she wanted sex constantly now. She had been deprived too long, and her body was making up for lost time. She smiled at her young lover, studying him covertly, reveling in the sleek beauty of his firm bronze limbs, wishing he were hard again and could fuck her some more.
She needed to be fucked steadily for a week, she thought to herself, smiling. If Jason could see me now.. . or my exhusband, she mused. Perhaps if her husband had taken the time to indoctrinate her into sex, to lead her along until she was ready for this. She shook her head violently. There was no use mourning the past and what might have been! She was here, now, she was lucky enough to have been awakened before it was too late, and she meant to make the most of her awakening.
She would do everything she could to satisfy her appetite and to keep at bay her incestuous desires for her son! Because she knew that was wrong. Every moral scruple cried against it. She was afraid of incest to the fibers of her being. She had to get completely fucked out before she went home. She couldn't have a repeat of the scene in her pool. She needed more fucking. Every day until he left at the end of the week.
As if he read her mind, Skip turned to her. "You're a fantastic lady," he murmured. "Really far out. I just had a great idea. You might like it. Well, I have a friend who lives right down the beach. He's a little older than me, and I hang out there once in a while. What say we buzz over and take a shower and rest a while? This sun's hot as shit!" He grinned at her engagingly, watching her reaction. He wanted to show her off to Buddy. Buddy really dug older chicks. He was always bragging about the ones he'd had and how they could fuck circles around teenyboppers. Maybe they could all get it on. Skip would love to see Buddy's face when he walked in with this fantastic lady.
They could smoke a little relax. Who knows what might happen then? He shivered slightly as a picture flitted through his mind, Barbara blowing him and taking Buddy in her cunt at the same time.
"Well, if you're sure he won't mind us busting in like this," Barbara said warily. She didn't know if she wanted to meet another guy or not. Maybe he'd laugh at her for being over thirty!
Her doubt must have shown on her face because Skip laughed and stroked her hair. "He'll love you. Really! Any guy would. You're a really beautiful lady! Come on and get dressed. Wipe off some of the cum if you can aw shit! We need a towel to get all this! I must have cum a bucketful!"
Laughing, the two dressed their sticky bodies in their sandy clothes and piled in the car, Barbara driving.
"Where to?"
"Just go out the way we came in and turn left. He lives about a mile down," Skip said. He leaned back in the seat, letting the wind ruffle his long hair. He gazed appreciatively at his mistress. She looked even more beautiful with her red hair tangled and full of sand and her cheeks flushed with sun and loving that she had before. He leaned back, admiring the pretty picture she made as she laughed happily at him.
"I don't even remember how we got here," she giggled. "I was so hot for you I couldn't see straight!" She looked at him fondly, her heart full of satisfaction and her mind filled with plans.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Buddy opened the door to his shack and stared out foggily. He was stoned out of his mind and he didn't recognize the woman who stood in his door, looking at him uncertainly. He stared at her, his eyes going over her tanned body in the skimpy white bikini, her disheveled red hair, her flushed face. He didn't know who she was but he liked what he saw! He narrowed his eyes and looked her over again, his eyes dwelling on her full breasts and the tender curve of her waist flaring into rounded hips, the white strip of cloth only emphasizing the mound of her pubis.
"Wow," he breathed. "I must be really fucked up. You gotta be a vision. Goddamn, I wish all my hallucinations were like this!"
"She's real, man!" Skip crowed from behind her. Buddy focused his eyes and saw his friend. He hadn't noticed him before. He had been too wrapped up in Barbara's charms.
"Hey, Skip! Jesus. I thought I was tripping or something! What a fucking beautiful chick. What's her name?" He stood back motioning them inside.
"Barbara Anderson," Barbara murmured. She was slightly embarrassed. She knew she was a mess, and the slender boy was staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive! She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was taller than Skip, but much more slender, with long straight dark hair curling wildly around his head and over his shoulders. He was burned very dark by the sun, and he was only wearing a pair of faded cut-offs that did nothing to hide the bulge at his crotch. He saw where she was staring and laughed unselfconsciously.
"Well-come in, Barbie, babe. You, too, Skip!" He took her arm and led her into his dark two-room shack. "Sit down. Want a beer? Coke? To drink that is!" He laughed, showing white teeth in his tanned face.
Barbara looked around warily. She had never been in any place like this before. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see that one end of the room was covered with pillows. This was apparently bed and couch. A candle glimmered faintly on the shelf, providing the only illumination, and a strange smell floated on the air. The room was thick with smoke, and Barbara peered through it, making out a few brightly colored posters on the walls. An old refrigerator stood in one corner with a hot plate beside it, and a curtained door led to the other room.
"I need a shower, Buddy," Skip said. "Wanna join me, Barbara?"
Barbara looked at him, realizing it was the first time he'd called her by her name. She blushed vividly, glad that the dark hid her burning cheeks. She was embarrassed at his calm assumption that she'd take a shower with him. It pointed out the relationship between them. She looked at Buddy to see how he was taking it. He didn't seem perturbed at all. He padded to the refrigerator and took out a beer. Probably used to guys coming over with their-chicks, she told herself, wondering briefly how many girls Skip had brought here. But it doesn't matter, I'm here now! She smiled brazenly at both boys. "Sure," she answered easily.
Skip sighed in relief. He'd been afraid she would freeze on him for a minute. But she was smiling widely at him, picking her way through the dark to his side.
"Should be a towel in there," Buddy said non-committally, plopping onto the cushions and balancing his beer beside him.
"I'll roll a couple of J's for us. Don't take all day in there."
Barbara watched in fascination as he extracted a plastic baggie from behind the cushions and began to tap some of the contents onto a piece of paper.
"Damn shit's fulla seeds," Buddy grumbled, intent on his task.
"Come on, honey, you heard the man! Let's hurry," Skip said, giving her a friendly whack on the buttocks. They went through the curtained door into a tiny bathroom. A limp towel hung on a nail. Barbara looked at the room in horror. There was a puddle of water on the floor, and the towel was obviously far from fresh. But she stepped into the shower, shedding her clammy swim suit, determined not to make any disparaging remarks.
You asked for it, she told herself grimly. As the lukewarm water hit her body, she relaxed, sighing. She realized that she would put ups with this and much more to feel Skip's dick inside her. When you have great sex, the outer trappings are unimportant. "Is there any soap?" she asked timidly, adjusting the spray.
"Should be some up here," Skip replied, stepping into the tiny cubicle and reaching onto the window ledge. "Here you go. You wash me and I'll do you." He handed her the bar of soap.
Barbara took it in her wet hands, rubbing it, building up lather. She started on his chest, swirling the soap over his firm muscles. They were pressed close together in the small shower, the water pouring over their heads. Her nipples brushed against his chest as she soaped him, and shivered as hot points of fire radiated through her body. She felt something pushing firmly into her belly and glanced down. His prick was rising, jamming into her stomach. She grinned up at him and ran her hands over his flat stomach, feeling him suck in his breath sharply at her touch. Teasingly, she slid her hands lower, lathering under his balls and along the length of his shaft, slipping her hands between his legs and running her finger in the crack of his ass. He was breathing heavily now, his prick standing at rigid attention at the touch of her hands.
"Oh, baby, beautiful," he whispered, nuzzling at her damp face.
She raised her mouth to his and they exchanged a passionate kiss, tongues meshing, the water pouring over their heads. She lifted herself on tiptoe and pressed into him, mashing her breasts against his slippery chest, grinding her pelvis against his erection. His hands cupped under her ass-cheeks, bringing her against him, his fingers probing her twat from behind. His fingers played with her puffy cuntlips, sliding into her groove and inflaming her passion.
"Yes, darling," she hissed into his mouth. "Oh, God, it's so good.. . I love it." She kissed him fiercely, drinking in his breath, grinding her lips against his. His hand was between their bodies, sliding over her breasts, rubbing her stomach, dipping lower and feeling inside her slippery cunt, tweaking the tender flesh until she thought she'd scream. The water beat against her sensitive flesh. It seemed like a thousand hands were probing her body, demanding admittance. She spread her legs wide and braced herself against the shower wall.
"Take me, Skip. Fuck me, here," she gasped, lust flooding her. Gone was any embarrassment, any uncertainty about the situation. Her flesh wanted his cock and that was enough.
Skip backed her against the tiles, pushing against the wall. He fitted the cheeks of her ass into his hands and lifted her against him, his prick sliding into her canal as if it were greased. And it was. Her pussy was pouring forth copious lubrication. She was ready for him. She felt his pecker slide into her little by little, until she was completely impaled on the hot pole. Skip smiled at her and she returned the smile, tightening her muscles around his cock to show him how much she loved it.
"That's it, baby, all the way in," Skip wheezed, pulling her firmly against him. He braced her against the tiles and began fucking in and out with long slow strokes. The water felt cool now in comparison to their burning bodies. Barbara's skin was hot to the touch, and inside her cunt Skip's pecker felt like it was burning off, encased in the fiery vise of her pussy. It was slick and wet inside with the consistency of soft butter, except when she clenched her muscles. He drove into her, grunting beneath his breath.
"Uh-uh-uh.. . fuck me, baby. Use that cunt! It's like a fucking hand on my cock. Oh Jesus.. . good hot fucking mama."
Barbara rode his prick, sliding back and forth. Her backside banged against the wall with every stroke. Her breasts shook under the force of his strokes, and the water pouring over them made it seem like a dream a beautiful dream of endless fucking!
She rotated her hips on his plunging shaft, rubbing her clit against his pubic bush. The scratchy sensation on that sensitive organ was driving her fast to orgasm. Another minute she bounded against him, mashing her cunt against him, screwing herself up and down his pole.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," Skip warned. "Hold tight. Fuck me good, hot mama, show me how you can shake that ass!" He pumped into her violently, and she felt the familiar tremor in his shaft that preceded orgasm. She rubbed violently against him, forcing herself to hurry. He'd be cumming any minute, and she had to make it.
"Oh, don't stop! Just a little more," she pleaded, feeling her orgasm fluttering in the pit of her stomach, flinging tendrils of heat along her nerves.
"I'll try," Skip grunted, his hands squeezed her buttocks mercilessly. His finger found the entrance to her back end and plunged in, stabbing her asshole. He felt her spasm against him and thankfully let go. He pounded into her, his ass moving in quick short jabs, then he burst inside her, his jizm rushing up the long tube of his cock and gushing into her as she came in a flood of pussy juice.
"Ohhhh.. . " she groaned as his semen hit her, soothing her battered insides. She felt like she could fuck for hours, it was so good! He slipped out of her and they slumped against the wall of the shower, grinning at each other weakly.
"Hot stuff!" he said teasingly, flicking her nipples. "Can't even take a shower without turning on! You're really one sexy lady. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you!" He took the soap from her hands. Somehow, she had held it throughout their fierce bout! "Now hold still while I wash you. And try to control yourself!" He laughed at her and began soaping her breasts.
"Yes, sir," she answered happily. She closed her eyes.
"Hey you guys! Hurry it up," Buddy called. "Don't fuck all day. Save it for a while!"
Skip and Barbara smiled at each other. "Don't worry, Buddy, she can fuck all day and then some!" Skip answered. Barbara blushed, then giggled at her young lover.
I don't care she thought fiercely. I don't care what people think or what happens I'm just going to have fun!
"Well, you heard the man!" she told Skip, repeating his earlier words teasingly. "Let's hurry and see what he's up to."
"As if I didn't know," Skip grumbled, turning off the shower.
"Oh, well, cast aside. Here, lady, dry yourself on this if you can!" He handed her the towel gingerly, grinning widely. "Hey, Buddy! Don't you have another towel in this dump?"
Buddy appeared through the curtain and threw Skip a red cloth.
"Use the bedspread. I need to get some more towels. I used to have some, but they're gone now." He grinned comically, lounging in the doorway. "God the floor's sopping wet. You must have fucked up a storm in here!" He looked at Barbara, his eyes taking in all of her damp body. "Wow, you're really a beautiful chick," he said sincerely.
Barbara was embarrassed in spite of herself. She wasn't used to this completely matter-of-fact acceptance of sex. She was determined to brazen it out, to act as if this were an everyday occurrence for her. She smiled at Buddy, reaching up and fluffing her wet hair with her fingers, knowing that the movement of her arms brought her breasts into full globes. Her nipples were still erect from her recent lovemaking, and they stuck out of her brownish areoles. "Thank you, Buddy," she answered demurely. "Glad you approve," She brought the towel between her legs and rubbed back and forth against her damp snatch, watching his face.
"Jesus! I can't stand it!" Buddy said, watching her admiringly.
"Where did you find her? No, don't tell me, I'd rather guess. She's gotta be some kind of food for the gods!" He kissed her fingers extravagantly.
"Don't mind Buddy. He's crazy," Skip offered. He threw the red bedspread into a damp corner and turned to his mistress.
"Wanna beer or something? I'm thirsty as shit!"
"Sure," Barbara replied, tossing her towel on top of his and stepping out of the shower stark naked. "Lead me to it!" She walked through the door, her breasts bobbling, brushing casually against the boy lounging in the doorway. As she entered the other room, she looked back at the two guys. "Well? Don't keep a lady waiting! she said.
"You heard the lady!" both boys said together, looking at each other and bursting into laughter. Skip went over to Barbara and threw an arm around her waist, leading her to the pile of cushions and pulling her down. They fell in a heap, giggling, arms and legs entwined. Buddy dropped beside them and lay back, rummaging around until he found the cigarette that he had rolled earlier. He struck a match and lit it, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs and passing the joint to Barbara.
"I don't smoke," she said, reclining against Skip and wondering what was going to happen now. She was a little peeved. She had expected both boys to fall on her when they hit the cushions, and Buddy had just lain back and lit a cigarette! She wondered when they'd get down to business.
"Go on, honey, take a drag. It's grass. You won't believe how it is to fuck on grass," Skip told her.
Barbara shrugged. Why not, she thought. I've done everything else. I may as well try this too. She took the stick gingerly between thumb and forefinger and brought it to her lips, drawing the smoke into her lungs. She coughed violently, her eyes watering.
"Hold the smoke," Buddy said, patting her on the back. "Just a couple of drags'll do it. This is dynamite weed."
Barbara gamely drew some more smoke into her lungs and held her breath until she thought her ears would burst, then let it out. She was surprised to see only a small puff of smoke issue from her mouth. She looked at Buddy for approval.
"Far out," he said nodding. "You and Skip share that one, I'm fucked up already." He was lying back in the nest of cushions, one hand lazily stroking his penis. Barbara stared at him. Somehow, he had removed his cut-offs and was as nude as she and Skip. She watched him fixedly, mesmerized by the action of his hand on his cock. Everything seemed slowed down, heightened. She took another drag from the joint Skip offered, never taking her eyes off Buddy's penis.
It's longer than Skip's, and thinner, she thought dreamily. And his balls are huge. Suddenly she heard her voice saying.
"You've got a beautiful cock, Buddy, I'd like to suck it. I'd love to taste your dick!" She was surprised. It didn't sound like her voice at all.
"Sure, baby," Buddy said lazily. "Come here. Are you feeling good now?"
"Oh yes.. . soooo goood.. . I want to blow you. It'll taste so good," Barbara murmured, crawling towards him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she reached him, sliding beside him, her face inches away from his cock. She lapped at it, swirling her tongue through his coarse bush of hair, nuzzling at the base of his cock. She made little mewling sounds as she licked around his cock, sliding her tongue up one side and down the other, licking under the head, sticking the tip of her tongue in the hole. She sucked gently on the tip, drawing his pre-cum fluids into her mouth, slobbering all over the head of his prick, drawing it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, her mouth slid lower, drawing his long thin prick into the wet cavern of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, then relaxing her muscles and taking it in full length, down to the balls. She choked a little, but continued sucking, her cheeks caving in with the pressure, exerting an even pressure on the whole shaft.
"Jesus! What a chick. She's taking the whole thing," Buddy groaned, twining his fingers in her hair and smashing her face against him. Her nose was buried in his hair and she snuffled as she fought for breath, but the incredible pressure did not stop.
"God! She's like a fucking vacuum!"
"Yeah," Skip agreed. He was watching Barbara blow his friend, noting the way her head bobbed up and down as she took it all in, watching her lips gripping firmly on the shaft. "It's in her throat, Buddy. Jeez! Look at her go!" Skip slid nearer to get a better view, sliding his hand between Barbara's legs as he did.
"She's dripping wet already!" he cried. "Shit. I think I'm gonna eat me some pussy," he mumbled, probing at Barbara's slit.
She was kneeling in front of Buddy, busy with his cock, and didn't notice as Skip slid his head between her legs from behind. He cupped his hand over her ass and pulled her dripping twat into his face, inhaling the odor of excited pussy. She jumped as his tongue snaked into her, then hunched violently into his face, mashing herself into his mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down on Buddy's prick now, using her lips and teeth as a ridge, exerting maximum pressure.
Buddy pumped up into her mouth. He could see Skip's hands grasping her ass as his friend lapped her pussy. "Yeah, eat her out, Skip," he called. "Sit on his face, honey, and suck me good. Goddamn, that's some action.. . far out! Fantastic! Suck me, sugar.. . milk my balls. Squeeze my balls, baby. Yeah, man! That's it!" He watched his pecker sink into her mouth, feeling the rasp of her tongue. "The head. Suck the head harder, baby. Yeah! Get it on!"
Skip slurped up Barbara's juices, running his tongue up and down her slot, nibbling at her clitoris, sucking the whole vulva into his mouth with smacking noises. She seemed to be coming constantly, pouring a flood of sticky fluid down his throat, trembling under his hands. His prick was erect again, pulsing between his legs, but he was too intent on eating her cum to bother about it now.
CHAPTER NINE
Barbara sucked at Buddy's dick like a candy stick. Spittle ran out of her mouth, dripping down his shaft and matting in his pubic hair. She felt like she'd been eating him for hours. Her tongue knew every ridge of his prick by heart and titillated the most sensitive areas knowingly. She was in a continuous flow of orgasm, unbearably excited by Skip's tongue in her twat and Buddy's cock in her mouth. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to taste his thick sperm. She sucked harder, digging her finger under him to probe his asshole, grinding her cunt into Skip's face. His lips had clamped onto her clit now, and he was thrumming it with his tongue, sending incredible flashes of pleasure through her. She shook in the grasp of endless orgasm.
It was going on forever. Time stood still as the three bodies writhed on the cushions, pleasuring each other with hand and tongue. Skip thrust a finger up her asshole and massaged her there, his other hand joining his tongue in her cunt, two fingers sliding into her distended hole. She bucked against his hand, sending his fingers up the slick canal, her cunt spasming and gushing. She slid her hand under Buddy's ass and rammed her forefinger into his asshole, massaging his prostate, while her thumb probed at the sensitive spot at the base of his prick. She felt his balls lift and harden in their wrinkled sac and knew that he was near orgasm. She held her mouth steady and he fucked upwards into it, using it like a cunt.
"Hold on, baby. That's it! Jesus! I'm gonna shoot! Here it comes! Drink my cum, baby, AHHHH! Uh-UH-Uh-SHIT! HERE IT COMES!" Buddy yelled, twisting his hips, screwing his pecker into her mouth. At the last moment she felt his prick jerk and swell against her teeth, then it was jerking wildly, spewing a fountain of cum down her throat.
She swallowed greedily, drinking in every bit of the gooey stuff, gargling it around her mouth, feeling the texture with teeth and tongue. As she raised her head, smiling mistily and licking her lips, Skip pulled his head from under her cunt and positioned himself behind her.
Buddy lay back on the bed, his prick relaxed against his leg. A few last droplets of jizm oozed from the head of the penis, and Barbara dipped her head and lapped them off, cleaning him carefully.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured to him. "Tastes good, lover, I love the taste of cum!" She grinned at him loosely, showing her teeth and tongue which had given him such pleasure.
"Yeah. You're one fantastic little cocksucker, for sure," Buddy replied fondly, running his hands over her face and hair, touching her lips, inserting the tip of his finger between them. She licked his finger, running her tongue over it as if it were a cock.
"Hey, Buddy," Skip grunted. "Hold her for me. I'm going in the back door." He was kneeling behind Barbara, his prick in his hand, spreading her cheeks with the other. He stuck one finger up her asshole and Barbara wiggled against it, looking back over her shoulder and smiling encouragingly.
"Hey, man, she digs cornholing, too? Buddy asked, watching. He knew that not many women were really turned on by sodomy, and he was eager to see one who really enjoyed it.
"This chick digs every fucking thing you can do to her, don'tcha baby? Skip grinned. He screwed his finger in and out of her anal passage and Barbara moaned and ground against him.
"Oh, yes, yes anything you want. Fuck me anywhere, any way. Just stick your beautiful cock in me," she babbled. She was really turned on. Her pussy was running continuously from the constant stimulation. Her head spun. She had never imagined sex could be like this, one experience after another, one wrenching cum after cum from tortured insides. And she didn't want to stop ever! "Just ram it in dry, honey.. . don't bother to spit on it. Just give it to me!" She shuddered, anticipating the delicious pain. Her eyes were fixed on Buddy now, watching his reactions. She wanted to see his face while his friend cornholed her. His watching made it even more exciting. "Play with my tits, Buddy honey," she asked. "Rub'em good while Skip fucks my ass!"
Buddy obligingly slid down and grasped her hanging tits in both hands, squeezing the nipples between his fingers, feeling the weight of them in his palms. "Beautiful tits," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers. "I could really go for you big, honey. You're a far out chick." He bent down and kissed her open lips,lashing his tongue into her mouth, sucking her breath wit his. Barbara kissed him back noisily, slurping his saliva greedily. As Skip fitted the head of his cock in the tiny hole of her bowels, she pushed out like she was shitting, opening herself to him. He tensed his muscles and with one mighty shove, ripped into her dry ass, tearing aside the tender membranes. She screamed silently into Buddy's mouth, his lips muffling her cry of pain. He pulled at her tits fiercely, mauling the sensitive flesh unmercifully, and pulled his head from hers, looking up to see Skip enter her ass.
"Far fucking out," he breathed, seeing her flesh crumple under Skip's attack. "Get in there, Skip, give the lady a ride!"
"I am, man, I am!" Skip grunted between thrusts. "It's hot as shit in here. My Goddamn cock's burning off! Whooee! Fuck my rod!" He clutched her sweaty ass for support and pounded into her, cleaving her ripe buttocks with powerful strokes.
Barbara was moving her ass lustily against him now, her pain forgotten and swept away by an intense flood of lust. She ground her hips in circles, screwing herself up and down the flailing pole that flashed in and out of her chute. "Faster!" she cried.
"Harder! Fuck me harder! I wanna feel it in my guts.. . yes, yes, that's it! I'm full of your cock. It's so fucking big! It's splitting me in two!" She braced herself on hands and knees, giving herself totally to the feeling of being fucked in the ass by his youthful prick. She was a mass of nerve endings.. . the air seemed to burn her skin. She could vaguely hear a sloshing sound as Skip pounded into her, and her twat lubricated furiously. She wished something was in there too. She wanted to be fucked everywhere.
Barbara looked into Buddy's face, a few inches from hers. He was intent on the lascivious sight of Skip fucking her rear, and his hands were pressing and massaging her hanging tits. She glanced down at his penis. It was half hard again, but not hard enough to penetrate her. She groaned in frustration.
"Buddy," she whispered. "Put something in my cunt. I've gotta have something in there! It's so fucking empty!" Her voice rose to a whine. "Please, fuck my pussy. It's so ready for it."
Buddy ran his hand down her stomach, over her sopping bush and whistled between his teeth. "I'll say. You're wet as a river!"
He looked at his cock and shook his head slightly. It wasn't quite ready yet, and she needed it now. She squirmed against his hand pleadingly and he glanced around the room. His wandering gaze lit on a long slender-necked wine bottle. "Wait a minute, honey. I've got it," he muttered, grabbing the bottle in one hand. It was a little dusty and he rubbed it off on the pillows, shining it. "Just the thing! This'll send you off!" he promised.
"Stick your fist in her," Skip wheezed, slowing his strokes as he watched this by-play. "She can take your whole goddamn fist!"
As he saw his friend take up the bottle, a slow grin spread over his features. He steadied himself against her ass. Barbara watched in partial fear. She wasn't sure how the inanimate glass bottle would feel inside her. "Be careful. It might break," she warned.
"Don't worry, sugar. Buddy'd never hurt that cunt," Buddy replied. He was getting excited at the thought of sinking the bottle into her warm flesh now. He slid under her sideways, bottle in hand. "Open up. Here comes!" He located her pussy entrance with his finger and fitted the lip of the bottle into her. The bottle was shaped like a flask. It bellied out from a thin neck into a round bottom. The end slipped in easily, and he teased her clitoris with his fingers to make her relax.
"Oooo! It's cold!" Barbara squealed. She had never felt anything like this before. She was slightly ashamed that she was so excited at being fucked with a bottle. Because she was excited, the perversity only added to her lust. Her cunt hungrily sucked at the bottle, drawing it in. It slipped easily for a ways, then stopped as the bottle grew too thick.
"That's all she'll go, baby," Buddy said, disappointed. He had wanted to see the whole bottle slide past her fleshy lips, but it seemed it was too big. He didn't want to hurt her. He drew it out halfway and fucked it back and forth into her, rasping her sensitive lips with cold glass.
"Aw, shit, Buddy, shove it in. She can take it!" Skip cried. He stroked into her ass a few times, warming her up. "It's a bottomless pit in there. I had my hand in past the wrist and she wanted more!"
Buddy shrugged. He squinted his eyes in the dim light up at Barbara's cunt. The lips were fitted snugly around the bottle neck, and it seemed to him they were trying to crawl down farther, taking in more. Moisture dripped from her crack, and the glass surface was greasy with her secretions. Barbara rocked back and forth between the cock in her asshole and the bottle. The bottle did help to fill the void in her cunt, but she wanted more.
"Put it all in," she whispered in a tiny voice, half hoping he didn't hear her. It seemed so dirty to beg someone to shove a bottle in your cunt. And it would hurt, she knew it would, but she had to have it. Her head spun from the grass she had smoked and the whole scene took on a wavering unreality. She couldn't believe she was actually kneeling on a pile of cushions in a dirty shack, with one boy stuck up her ass and another ramming a bottle in her cunt. She hesitated. Maybe she should pull free and run. It was wrong and perverted, she knew that. Barbara's lust had cooled a little now. Skip had only been fucking her lazily for the last few minutes, saving himself, and the shock of the bottle in her cunt had sobered her slightly. She squirmed trying to free herself.
"I'm going to leave now," she stuttered trying to get loose. But Buddy had anticipated her action. He knew how chicks sometimes got cold feet in the middle of a kinky scene.
"Oh no you're not," he snarled at her. Barbara froze at the note in his voice. "I'm gonna ram this bottle in your cunt. You asked for it, and you're gonna get it! And I'm not through yet by a long shot. Relax and enjoy it, baby, you ain't going anywhere!" He screwed the bottle menacingly into her cunt. "And if you try anything else I will break it!"
With this final threat, Barbara's resistance crumbled. She hadn't really wanted to leave anyway, she told herself, tears starting in her eyes. She obligingly relaxed her cunt muscles and Buddy started pushing the bottle slowly past her distended lips. As it hit the spot where he had stopped before, he paused, then, with a brutal shove, buried the whole wine bottle in her twat.
Barbara groaned as the object burst through her ring of muscles and entered the corridor of her womb canal. She was stretched to the limit, her groaning muscles expanded around the slick surface of the bottle with protest, but they did expand.
"Oh God!" she screamed. Skip plunged wildly into her rear at the same time the bottle hit the bottom of her cunt, and her hips moved automatically with his thrust. Despite herself, her body took the double invasion and reveled in it, seesawing back and forth between the two. She didn't know which hole felt more distended, the tiny passageway in her ass, or her bottle-filled cunt. She felt like a sausage stuffed at both ends, and she groaned loudly, half in lust, half in pain as she shuddered under the assault.
"She's got the whole mother-fucker in her cunt!" Buddy cried to Skip. "You should see it, man, her lips are puffed out like you wouldn't believe! I've never seen a cunt like this one. You're right, she'll fuck anything! Jesus!" Buddy rammed the bottle in and out of the wide open cunt. Her juices ran out of the distended hole and trickled down his arm as he pinched her clitoris with his free hand.
"I can feel it from here!" Skip screamed suddenly. "God! I can feel the bottle in her cunt! Oh, man. Fuck her with that bottle! It's hard as a rock against my prick! I'm gonna cum soon, I can't stand this shit!" He held tight onto Barbara's quaking ass and pumped into her. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on the weird sensation of feeling something in her cunt while he fucked her ass! Colors danced behind his closed eyelids as he built up to a mind-bending orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum in your ass, baby!" he cried. "All in your hot little ass! Pull it out of me, milk my fucking balls! They're gonna bust I've gotta cum AAAggghhh! I'M CUMMINNNGGG!! ! "
With a last lunge, he fell on her back, his cock twitching and jerking in the dank recesses of her bunghole as he shot his wad into her vitals. As he came, Barbara hunched down wildly on the bottle, almost taking in Buddy's hand in the process.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned. "I want to cum, too! Oh God! Cram that thing in my cunt and make me cum!"
But Buddy had other plans. His cock was hard now, and he wanted in on the action. He pulled the bottle out with a loud plop and jerked her forward against him, jerking her off of Skip's cock. As the stream of shit-stained semen poured from her empty asshole, he drew her onto him, lying back. "Okay, sweetheart, climb aboard," he grinned. "Ride my cock and fuck me good."
Barbara felt the cool air hit her cunt as the bottle was extracted. She didn't want that, her orgasm was fluttering in the base of her stomach and she needed to reach it. She eyed his cock hungrily as it stood straight up from his belly and then straddled him, lowering herself. As the head entered her, she sighed, thinking that nothing felt like a stiff prick in the cunt. She loved it all in her mouth, ass being eaten even being fucked with a bottle all were grist for her sexual mill. But nothing beat a cock in her dripping cunt. She slid down onto his stiff pole, her lips munching down the shaft like a greasy mouth, engulfing him.
"Ride me, hot mama," Buddy replied, reaching out and grabbing her hanging tits. "Bounce that ass on my balls! Fuck, that's great. You got the best cunt action in town! That's how to fuck baby!" He twisted her tits in both hands and lay almost still, letting Barbara take the lead in balling him.
And she did. She leaned forward and started an exciting circular movement with her pelvis, her hips moving like a welloiled piston. She could feel him deep inside her, and it turned her on and inspired her to even more dextrous movements. Up and down she rose and fell on his stiff standing rod, screwing her cunt onto him. Lewd sounds burst from her open lips as she led the fuck, twisting her hips so that the extended nub of her clitoris rubbed against him and mashed into his pubic hair. The small nub of flesh had become highly sensitized. Every rasp of hair shot a new thrill through her. She needed her motions, her cunt was beginning to spasm.
"She's starting to cum!" Skip called. His voice penetrated the lustful daze of the other two. Buddy looked at his friend and grinned. "She's too fucking much much, man," he grunted. "She's riding my cock like a cowgirl!" He was moving now in synchronization with the woman, his hips rising to meet hers and thrust his cock to the depths.
Skip felt around on the bed. He knew Buddy had dropped the bottle somewhere. His searching fingers encountered the cold, cumsmeared glass and drew it to him, not letting on what he was going to do. He knelt behind the fucking pair and slowly fit the neck of the bottle between her ass-cheeks as she bent forward.
Barbara jumped as she felt the cold neck hit her asshole. He wasn't! He couldn't! "NO! NO!" she cried in terror. But her protests died under a flood of orgasm that swept her as her wave of cum broke over her.
He rammed the neck of the bottle into her rear. He knew it wouldn't go in all the way like it had in her cunt, but he shoved it as far as it would go. Through a mist of thrashing cum, Barbara felt the sharp pain in her rear, and then it was gone, only adding another sensation to the ones sweeping her.
"I've got the bottle in her ass!" Skip called to Buddy.
"Jesus!" Buddy screamed, unbearably excited by the thought. He could feel the presence of some foreign object pressing against his prick inside her. "I feel it! Holy shit!" His pecker jumped and his balls burst forth a flooding tide of hot semen, gushing into Barbara's overheated cunt, spattering the walls and clinging to them in gooey lumps. "I'm cumming! Oh, God, am I cumming! Feel it, baby, feel my hot fucking cum!" he yelled, picturing her shithole distended around the bottle. He opened his eyes and saw her contorted face as she spasmed through orgasm after orgasm, impaled on his prick and Skip's bottle.
"OOOOHHHH!! ! FUCK! SHOOT IN ME!" she squealed. The hard bottle in her rear end made her convulse again as Skip slammed it home. She could feel Buddy slipping out of her, and still she came, her tortured insides quivering as spasm after spasm wrenched her. She felt like the top of her head was blowing off and cum was shooting out of her brains. Finally her asshole twitched and she felt an overwhelming urge to shit. Just as she pressed with all the force on her bowels, Skip pulled out the bottle.
"I think I've had enough," she whispered. And for the moment, she had. Her body was satisfied, her pussy weak and flabby feeling.
"Man, I think we're all fucked out," Buddy quipped. "As well as fucked up!" He laughed hollowly. "I don't believe this chick. She's a fucking machine!" He stroked Barbara's red head tenderly. "You guys want a beer or some more weed? I gotta rest for a while."
"No. No, I have to leave," Barbara murmured. "It's getting late. I'm exhausted, anyhow. And I don't need any more of that stuff!"
"Hey, you bring her back soon, you hear me? I wanna see a lot of this lady. And, Barbara, if you're ever down this way by yourself, I'm here usually. And if I've got anybody else here, I'll kick them out if you want. You're the living end. I mean it." Buddy looked at her sincerely. He was too pooped to get up. "Kiss me goodbye." Barbara rolled off the pile of cushions and kissed him on the mouth.
"Sure, Buddy, it was really fantastic. I'll be back," she promised.
"Far out, baby. Anytime. You're a whole trip in itself," Buddy said, closing his eyes. "Take good care of her, Skip."
"Oh, I will, Buddy, she's a special lady." Skip grinned, tousling her hair. He wasn't as wrung out as the other two, and he wondered if he could get Barbara to stop off and blow him before she went home. He looked at her. She was exhausted, but she smiled at him and winked, as if reading his mind.
