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Chapter One
He had curly blond hair, he was about nineteen 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 teen-age young man eat his breakfast, getting damp between
her legs as she did, not knowing why, narrowing her eyes in a
lust-filled 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 Guiness 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 alike.
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
unlike 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 mind-bending
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
satiisfied 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--ah, 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 trucks and sawdust trucks 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...freshmen, 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,
thesee 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 T-shirts, 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 knew 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 letcherously, 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 astonishment 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 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 languorously 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 firm-fleshed 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 backyard.
"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
continuued 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 evokeed 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 co-eds--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 youu 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 give
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 her 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 heer 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 man, 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 hher 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
man 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 man approached, feeling a stab of
excitement despite her fear. "I'll scream if you don't leave," she
promised. The man 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 faace 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 man 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 man
caressed her. She loooked 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 man glanced at her face momentarily and
smiled, then plunged his finger into her pants. She groaned, her
resistance weakening as the man'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 man 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
around his finger.
"Skip. I've seen you around a lot," the man 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 cunt-lips, 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, hher 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 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 man 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. "Pleasse...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
cock-head 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 cunt-lips, 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 man'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 evven 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 hhis prick, spurting out in thick gobs, rope after rope
of jism 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.
"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
your 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 jism.
"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
backyard 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 man 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 man to her, not push him away! She sighed languorously as his
tongue licked her bellly 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 inn
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 lightly 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 sack. 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 jism 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 man
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 jism
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 Three
"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 horror-stricken 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 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 nineteen next week! And here I was
with a boy 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
perveerted, 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 aat the man's
genitals appreciatively and wondered if his would ever be that size.
The man's root was huge. It sprang from a 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 wooman 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 aagain, 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 beenn 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 outt 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 withh
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 shoulld 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 speend 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 T-shirt.
"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 Four
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 worrieed about Jerry? He'll be
fine. He's 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 teen-agers! "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 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 trembling wiith
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 kidss! I'll call you tomorrow dear."
"Good night," 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!" Jerry 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. Shee 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 Five
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 he 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 finger-fucking and
she knew she had to get out of here before she succumbed in broad
daylight in the parking lot.
"Can't drive, lady. I lost my 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 sometthing
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 entrance-way 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
punishment--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 man 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
friennd, 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 swung 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 their 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 wwent 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
watchhing 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 brother, 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.
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 out-spread
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 cunt-lips, relishing her moan of excitement. He was
unbearably excited himself, but he wanted to prolong 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 herr. 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 inn 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, proobing 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 odanced 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 mee--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 jjerks of orgasm.
"Get ready...I'm cumming," he warned. "Hold on. NOW! 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 muuch 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 herr 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 ex-husband, 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 aand 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 Six
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
unself-consciously.
"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
up 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 cunt-lips, 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 jism 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 aureoles. "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 men 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.
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 jism oozed from the head of the penis, and
Barbara dipped her head and lapped them off, cleaning him carefully.
"Mmmm," 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 cock-sucker, 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 oon. 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 with 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 man
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 motherfucker 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 llips
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 well-oiled piston.
She could feel him deep inside her, and it turned her on and inspired
her to even more dexterous 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, 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, cum-smeared
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 good-bye."
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.
Chapter Seven
Barbara wearily pulled her car into the driveway. She had dropped
Skip back at the store and came straight home, promising to meet him
the next day. She wondered what his boss had thought when he came in
after four hours, disheveled, reeking of sex and pot.
"Oh well, he's a fast talker. He'll get out it," she assured
herself, parking the car and walking into the house. She hoped she
could get upstairs and clean up before her son or his friend saw her,
but one of the boys was coming downstairs as she opened the front
door. He stopped dead and stared at her.
"Hi. It is Steve, isn't it?" Barbara said lamely, aware of her
messed up hair and sweat stained bikini. She was carrying her green
dress on one arm and she held it in front of her, covering some of the
ravages. "Where's Jerry?"
"Uh, he went to the store, Mrs. Anderson," the young man replied
nervously. "I'm expecting a call from my mom, so I stayed here. He
said to tell you he'd be back in an hour or so."
"Well, that's fine dear. Just make yourself at home. I'm going
to freshen up a bit. I've been at the beach all day," she explained,
feeling a need to justify her appearance to the man who was staring at
her. She flushed, feeling his eyes go over her, resting on her
partially covered breasts and sliding away in embarrassment.
"Sure, nice to meetcha," he said hurriedly. They were face to
face at the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways to let her go
by, flattening against the wall.
Barbara smiled at him in a dignified fashion and passed by him.
Her chest brushed his, and he blushed beet red at the contact.
"Ah, uh, I'll just go outside and take a swim," he gasped, not
looking at her as he sidled by. Barbara stood stock still, not
believing the flash of lust that swept her body at the involuntary
contact. My God, she thought severely. Don't you ever get enough?
Screwing all afternoon and still wanting more? She chastised herself:
you're nothing but a perverted old woman...God, this man is as young
as your son! And you promised not to have anything to do with him!
She took a deep breath and walked upstairs, not looking back. If she
had, she would have seen her son's friend still standing at the foot
of the stairs, his eyes glued to the sway of her buttocks.
Holy cow, he thought. Jerry didn't tell me his mom looked like
that! He followed her with his eyes. He was still a virgin, but he
had two older brothers who had told him all about their conquests, and
he could hardly wait to begin. I wonder-- naw--she's a grown lady.
And Jerry's mom! But she sure is beautiful. He heard the door slam
upstairs and turned away sigghing, knowing he wouldn't see any more
for a while. He went out to the pool, trying to put the sight out of
his mind, trying to forget the sexy sway of those barely covered
buttocks. His penis was stirring in his trunks, and he sighed loudly,
wishing he were older and could get into those white pants. I
wouldn't have a chance he told himself. She wouldn't even think about
a kid like me. He dove into the pool, reviewing the luscious curves
in his mind.
Barbara was taking a shower, letting the hot water wash away all
traces of sand and semen. She moaned voluptuously as the water
kneaded her tired muscles and soothed away the red marks left by Buddy
and Skip's fingers, restoring her flesh to its normal pink sheen. She
soaped her breasts admiringly, noting how her resilient flesh bounded
back into shape. She had thought she would be squashed flat! She
laughed gaily, going over every detail of the afternoon in her mind.
At last she emerged from the steaming shower, her body glowing with
remembered lust and present satiation.
"That should do it," she crowed silently, wrapping herself in a
huge towel. "I shouldn't want any sex for a while!" She had
conveniently forgotten her reaction to Steve's involuntary touch. She
threw a robe around herself and padded downstairs to the kitchen,
taking a cold drink from the refrigerator and sipping it thirstily.
She was hungry too, she decided, and made herself a sandwich.
She munched thoughtfully, looking out the window to the pool. She
could see Jerry's little friend vigorously swimming back and forth,
and she smiled to herself at his innocent fun. Her smile changed to a
gasp as the boy climbed from the pool. He was stark naked, having
discarded his trunks, and his pecker stood straight up like a sword
rising from the base of his belly. She clutched the window sill with
both hands, feeling a tide of warmth envelop her stomach at the sight
of his penis.
"Oh no," she whispered to herself. "Not again...not now!" But
her body continued to burn inflamed by the sight of an erect dick.
She pressed her legs together, trying to stop the tormenting itch, but
knew it was no use. Once she was in the grip of lust she was no
longer responsible for her actions. As if in a dream, she watched him
as he lay back on the patio, his dick standing up. He surrounded it
with both hands and began to jerk it slowly.
"How can he? Right here in my house! How does he know I won't
come downstairs?" she asked herself wildly, her lips parting as if to
drink in the sexy scene. Her hand slipped under her robe and she
stroked the moist cunt, sliding her finger into her groove and
tickling her clit. "No, this is wrong. He's young...he's too
innocent to know what he's doing," she told herself, already walking
outside, the ache in her twat drawing her to him like a magnet. She
stood above him, staring down, her lips pursed in an O. He didn't see
her. He was intent on what he was doing, rubbing his prick between
his fingers, a half smile on his tender lips.
"Ah," Barbara breathed involuntarily. Steve heard her and looked
up, consternation crossing his features.
"Mrs. Anderson!" he cried, covering himself with his hands.
"No, don't stop," the sex-crazed woman breathed.
He noticed that her robe hung open and she was stark naked beneath
it, her big tits swelling free. His eyes traveled down her body and
he saw her red thatch of hair, with one of her fingers buried in it!
He gulped noisily, wondering what to do now. He had never in his
wildest dreams imagined a beautiful woman standing over him while he
jerked off, her hand sunk in her own snatch.
"Gosh," he breathed, staring at her. "Wow!" his gaze was locked
on her reddish pussy. As he watched, she spread her legs slightly and
opened the lips of her cunt, revealing the juicy interior.
"Have you...have you ever seen a cunt before, Steve?" Barbara
asked, her voice hoarse. She felt an electric thrill of excitement at
exposing herself to the boy, watching his eyes glaze with desire.
"No...no, ma'am, just in pictures," the boy stuttered. "Can I..."
he stopped. She's probably just teasing me, he thought. And if I do
anything she'll kick me out. He was confused. He had never heard of
a woman doing things like this one was doing.
Barbara knelt beside him, her tits dangling in his face. "These
are my titties, Steve," she murmured to him, cupping them in one hand.
"Would you like to feel them? They're soft and nice. You'll like the
way they feel," she urged.
"Yes. Yes I would," Steve said boldly, burning his bridges. He
wanted to feel her up. He didn't care what happened to him
afterwards. He wasn't going to miss this opportunity to touch a real
live woman. He stretched out one hand and ran it over the curved
surface of the offered breast.
"Squeeze the nipples, dear. Tweak them in your fingers," Barbara
whispered to the boy. He complied, and she groaned at the fire that
ran through her veins. "Suck them, honey, kiss my tits. You'll like
that, baby...sucking my tits." She moaned as his lips clamped on her
turgid nipple and drew it into his hot mouth. He sucked wildly,
bobbing his head back and forth between her breasts, laving the tits
with his raspy tongue. Barbara shivered and lay back, no longer
caring if it were wrong or not. It's my duty, she thought in
confusion. Teach him about sex--no one will know--I'll make sure he
doesn't tell Jerry. Oh, God. I'm evil and perverted but I have to
have it. I want him to stick his finger up me and bring me off. I
want his dick in me.
"Steve, look at my cunt, Steve," she commanded. The boy stopped
sucking her nipples and they stood straight up, cooled by the sucking
they had had but craving more. She held her fleshy twat open with her
hands and directed his gaze to the pit of pleasure. "That's my pussy,
dear. Why don't you stick your finger in it and see how it feels.
You'll like it. All boys do." She squirmed on the patio floor,
raising her hips so Steve could see her fully.
"Golly--it's all wet!" Steve said. He was kneeling forward and
peering up into her twat with the greatest concentration. His
foreffinger stroked along the fat lips and diddled in the outer
chambers.
"That means I want you--it means my cunt wants to be filled up,"
Barbara wheezed. She didn't know if she were explaining it right or
not. Her bodyy was on fire and she had to have something in her twat.
"Put your finger in!" she snapped suddenly. "Don't be afraid--it
won't bite! Shove your finger into my cunt, Steve!" He hesitated and
she grasped his wrist and pushed his finger into her, sighing.
"There! Now pull it in and out, twist it around in there!"
Steve felt the squishy flesh engulf his finger. It seemed to be
sucking at it! With more enthusiasm he pumped his finger in and out,
watching it disappear into the pink hole. "That's where I put my
thing, isn't it, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked innocently. "In there?"
"Yes, darling...your cock. That's where you put your cock--in my
cunt," Barbara muttered, her hips twisting under his finger. The
thought that she was corrupting him had ceased to boother her. Now it
turned her on! She thought of herself as a fat spider, luring young
men into the web of her twat, and the perverted thought made her groan
with lust. "Go on, Stevie, put it in. Put your cock in my cunt! And
then you can fuck me, darling."
Steve knelt between her thighs uncertainly. He knew what to do.
His brothers had told him, and the guys at school had laughed about
it, and he had seen pictures. But actually doing it was far
different! He held his pecker in his hand and pointed it at the
gaping wet mouth of her pussy. "I--would you help me? I'm not
sure...I've never done this before," he said miserably.
"Oh, darling...here, I'll help you," Barbara said. She reached
out, guiding his dick to her steamy hole. "Just put it where your
finger was and move it back and forth like you did your finger," she
crooned, incredibly turned on by the thought of taking on a virgin.
She held herself in check, not wanting to scare him with a thrashing
display of lust. Let him get in first, she told herself, opening her
hole for him with one hand and guided his turgid pecker with the
other.
"Aaaaaaggghhh," Steve groaned as the head of his pecker slipped
into her cunt. It was incredible, feeling her hot cunt-lips grasping
his pecker, drawing him into her hole. With a grunt he thrust forward,
his hips taking the sexual motion as second nature. He sliced into
her hot cunt, cleaving her passageway until he felt his balls smash
against her ass, then drew it out again and pushed it forward. In and
out. In and
"I'm fucking!" he yelled. "I'm doing it! I'm fucking your
cunt!" He could feel his cum trying to flood the tube of his penis
and resolutely restrained himself. He knew that girls didn't want a
guy to cum immediately. They wanted to ride the dick for a while.
And he wanted to keep Mrs. Anderson happy. This was a thousand times
better than jacking off, and he wanted to do again--and again! And he
knew he couldn't make her mad by cumming too soon, or she might not
want to do it anymore!
"That's it!" Barbara called encouragingly. She allowed her hips
to go with his motion, adding a twist or two along the way. She
figured he was probably having trouble controlling himself, and she
wanted to help him out as much as she could. She bucked her hips up
to his and rolled with him, feeling his pecker zip in and out of her
hole. It felt small compared to Skip's and Buddy's, but she rode it
for all she was worth. And the mental stimulation was terrific--she
was almost cumming just from the perversity of seducing such a young
man. "Fuck me, Steve!" she called. "Give it to mee hard!"
Steve grunted with the effort not to cum. His hands were clamped
on her tits, using them as handles, and he flailed back and forth
between her hot thighs. He could feel her cunt clasping and
unclasping around his pecker, and suddenly it grabbed him really hard,
squeezing him unmercifully. He felt his cum rising and knew there was
nothing he could do about it.
"I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into her cunt. He felt her
start to shake under him and wondered if she were having a fit, but
his mind was blocked by the roar of orgasm. His tight little balls
lifted and blew, shooting his thick young semen into her spasming
hole. He felt like it was gushing out of his guts. He couldn't
remember cumming like this when he jacked off! "Oh...what's
happening? It won't stop, Ohhhh!" Steve fell against her, his hips
still pumping weakly as he shot wad after wad into her.
Barbara was still shaking from her first orgasm. She knew that if
Steve had been more experienced he could have brought her off several
more times, but she wouldn't trade this tide of virgin cum for the
world! She shivered as she felt the endless flood splattering into
her cunt, clinging to the slick walls like hot grease, filling her to
the brim. She put her arms around him as he collapsed on her chest,
smoothing his hair, running her hands lasciviously over his slim young
hips. Mine...she thought lewdly. I have his first cum in a woman.
It's in me now, I can feel it sloshing in my cunt. She squeezed her
cunt together, trying to hold his penis in, but it slipped out with a
plop, trailing a stream of semen.
"Oh, Mrs. Anderson! Wow--it was great!" Steve mumbled into her
neck. He was drained but happy! He hadn't noticed the looseness of
her cunt. It wass his first, and he thought he had had the best fuck
in the world. How it could be any better he couldn't imagine.
Barbara lay back. Her cunt was still burning. She needed a lot
more. But she didn't want to force him. She wanted him to rest and
think about his first fuck for a minute before she tried again. She
slid out from under him and headed for the pool. As she slipped into
the cool water, some measure of sanity returned. She looked back at
the man and noticed how young he was, and it horrified her now instead
of exciting her.
"God! What have I done!?" she murmured, diving under the water.
"He'll tell Jerry. Oh, Lord, I've got to put a stop to this right
now!" The cool water entered her cunt, washing out the thick sperm
and refreshing her hot insides, diminishing her desires. She could
still feel her lust coiled in the pit of her stomach, ready to spring,
but it was quiet now, and she intended to take advantage of the fact.
She swam to the side of the pool and got out quickly, skirting the
boy. He looked at her sleepily.
"I'll see you later, darling," she murmured. "Now don't tell
Jerry or anybody. I've got some things to do. You guys go out for
supper or something. I'll leave you some money. It was really
wonderful...but don't tell anybody!" She looked at him fiercely,
trying to impress the importance of this on his mind.
"Oh, I won't, not even Jerry! I guess you wouldn't want him to
know!" Steve laughed a little. "But you will let me play with you
some more, fuck you again, won't you? I'm going home tomorrow." He
looked at her wistfully as Barbara's heart leapt in relief. If she
could just make it till tomorrow. "Jerry wants to go over to my place
for a couple of days."
"I thought you didn't have any place to go for break," Barbara
said, confused. Surely Jerry had said...
"Oh no. I was going home, but Jerry wanted me to come visit, and
now he wants to go to my house," Steve said glibly, frowning a little.
"Maybe I can change his mind. I'd sure rather stay here!" He grinned
at her confidingly, reaching up to touch her.
Barbara moved back quickly. "No, you better go home. Your mother
probably wants to see you." she babbled, wondering why Jerry had lied
to her about Steve's situation. "I'll see you before you leave--maybe
we'll have a chance. I don't really know," she said quickly, striding
off without looking back. She didn't want to ssee the boy's
expression. She might relent, and that would be fatal!
It was late that night. Barbara had dressed and gone out-- and
stayed out, sitting at one bar after another, not wanting to go home.
Several men tried to pick her up, but she was reepelled by their
leering faces and sagging bodies and waved them away in disgust.
Finally she couldn't stand it anymore, and returned home.
"They'll be asleep by now," she told herself as she let herself in
quietly and mounted the stairs. "I'll get up early in the morning and
stay away until I'm sure they're gone. If I can just have some time
to myself, I know I'll solve this before Jerry comes home again. I'll
get married, see a psychiatrist-- something. But I can't think if I
have to see them. I want them too much! Oh God--I'm
abnormal...nobody else feels like this. I've never heard of any
mother lusting after her son, except in books. And this is real...too
real." She went into her room and shut the door quietly, noticing
that there was no light under Jerry's door. She breathed a sigh of
relief and began unhooking her dress, stripping to bra and garter belt
in the dark. She had worn a bra for protection. She didn't usually
use one, but tonight she had donned all her armor. She had on bra,
slip, hose and garter belt. She didn't turn on the light, knowing
that she might inadvertently see her body and be aroused. She had
come to terms with her overwhelming sexuality, and her only thoughts
were to keep it at bay. She was turning down her bed and preparing to
don a robe to go to the bathroom when she heard the doorknob turn.
Her heart stopped. A dark figure slipped into the room and stood
facing her.
"Mrs. Anderson. It's me Steve," a small voice whispered. "I was
afraid you weren't gonna come home--and I wouldn't see ya again, like
you promised." There was a hint of petulance in the boy's tone.
"Steve--ssshhh!" Barbara whispered frantically. "Jerry."
"Dead to the world," Steve said complacently. He walked up to
her, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and ran his hands over her hips
boldly. "What have you got on?" he asked curiously, his hands finding
the straps of the garter belt and playing with them, then dipping
lower. Barbara gasped as his fingers brushed her pubic bush.
"No! No, go away," she muttered, wrenching free. "You mustn't!"
"Why not? We did this afternoon," Steve said reasonably. "I've
got some things I want to try. I was looking at some pictures."
Barbara groaned inwardly at the remembrance of the filthy
pictures. "Steve, I was carried away," she said earnestly. "You have
to forget about this afternoon. Believe me, it's best. You're too
young for me. It's all wrong."
"You didn't think so before," Steve persisted. He sounded like he
was about to cry, and Barbara's heart melted.
"No, no, Steve. I enjoyed it, really."
"Then why can't we do it some more?" Steve burst out. "You said
we would. I stayed up waiting for you! You've just gotta help
me...my cock's hard and it hurts, Mrs. Anderson, really, it does.
It's been hard all night and I've gotta--" Steve babbled
incoherently, his head buried in Barbara's stomach. His hot breath
fanned against her skin, and her nervess crawled. She didn't know
what to do, she was determined not to have sex with the boy again, but
he was so unhappy. If she turned him down he'd think it was because
of the size of his cock and he might be scarred for life! Besides,
her insides were melting with longing to touch him just one more time.
"All right, ssshhh. We have to be very quiet. But this is the
last time, you hear me? And you must never tell a living soul!"
Steve nodded happily and followed her to the bed. He was willing
to agree to anything to get into her pussy again. She turned on the
bedside lamp and stretched languorously in the dim glow, her body
showing in sharp relief.
"Wow," he breathed, looking at her. He had forgotten how
beautiful she was. Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra,
forcing them upward in rich curves, spilling from the top of the cups,
and her hips were encircled by a black lace garter belt, black silk
stockings on her sleek legs. He could see her red bush peeping out of
the front of the garter belt, with a suggestion of the inner lips
peeking through. "Would you--take off your bra, Mrs. Anderson?" he
asked. "But leave that other thing on? I like it." He was dressed
only in a bathrobbe, and he let that fall to the floor and stood
before her nude, his eager young prick jutting from his stomach. She
smiled at him and slowly unhooked her bra, letting it free her big
breasts. She dropped it on the bed and cupped her hands under her
tits, rubbing them thoughtfully.
"What is it you wanted to try, dear?" she asked, spreading her
legs lewdly so that he could see her cunt. "Would you like to put it
in my mouth and have me suck it for you?"
Steve nodded dumbly. He was mesmerized by the wet place between
her legs, his hands drawn to it like a magnet. He thrust his hand
between her legs and stuck his finger up her, whirling it around in
the sticky softness. "Sit on the bed," he muttered hoarsely. "And
I'll put it in your mouth."
Barbara complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and licking her
lips, looking at his cock avidly. "If you like," she whispered. "You
can kiss me down there, too. Men really love to do that, kiss a
girl's cunt while she sucks their cock! Why don't you try it?" She
squirmed in anticipation, wondering if she could get him to eat her.
She knew there was often an initial resentment to the act. Her
husband had never lapped her cunt! "If you do, I'll do anything you
want," she promised. "I love it when a man sucks my cunt...please do
it!"
Steve looked at her doubtfully. He didn't particularly want to
stick his face there--but, if it'd keep her happy, and get her mouth
on his cock... He stretched out beside her, his face next to her
twat, his hhips by her head, and carefully opened her cunt with his
fingers, looking into the depths. Now that he was here, he grew
excited at the notion of sucking her. She looked so beautiful down
there, the black garter belt against the white of her thighs and the
auburn bush of her pubic hair. He gazed into the depths of her cunt,
looking into the pink-lined hole.
"Kiss it, darling!" Barbara cried, squirming her hips. She felt
that if he didn't do something soon she'd go crazy.
Steve looked at the fat lips close up; it looked like a mouth! He
pursed his lips and advanced his mouth to her cunt. She could feel
his hot breath on her wet twat...closer, closer, his tongue stuck out
like a snake and darted into her hot box. Barbara moaned. The
feeling was fantastic! The tentative touch of "That's it!
Oooo! Lick my hole! Stick your tongue in my slit! Yes! Yes! Oh
God, I'm going insane. Lick it in and out, honey!" Barbara moaned,
trembling under the boy's tongue. He was getting into it now,
plunging his tongue into her depths like a miniature cock,
tongue-fucking her furiously. "Now suck! Suck it all into your
mouth!" Barbara instructed, looking down past her breasts, watching
the boy's dark head dip into her twat. He covered her entire snatch
with his mouth and drew it in with a loud gurgling noise. His
wandering tongue inadvertently hit her clit and her body shook. Steve
was a quick learner. He returned to the nub of flesh that had
produced such a reaction and clamped his mouth on it, tickling it with
his tongue.
"Oh God!" Barbara screamed, muffling her voice in the pillow.
Incredible flashes of feeling shot through her as the boy sucked her
clit. Then she felt him raise his head. "Don't stop!" she hissed in
panic. "Please...that's great, do it some more and I'll cum in your
mouth!"
Steve rubbed her clit with his fingers and said calmly, "Would you
take my cock in your mouth now, Mrs. Anderson? I'll suck you good if
you will." As if to demonstrate, he lowered his head again and rasped
his tongue over the tender nub of flesh.
"Oh, oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot," Barbara bubbled, reaching for
his small pecker. As her hand enfolded it lovingly, she wondered how
she could have possibly forgotten it. It was so smooth, so excited,
with the veins pulsing with excitement. She formed her lips into an O
and slipped them over the head, sucking gently on the mushroom cap,
licking the exposed nerves under the edge of the cap. Slowly, she
sucked the whole shaft into her mouth, right down to the balls. As
her nose buried itself in his pubic hair, she sniffled deeply,
inhaling the musky odor of sex, and gently cupped his balls in her
hand. Pulling him atop her, she positioned her lips so he could fuck
down into her mouth, using it like a cunt. She felt his pecker hit
the back of her throat, tickling her palate, and she loosened her
throat muscles to let him enter.
Steve had kept almost still as his pecker sank into the warm
cavern of Barbara's mouth. It was an entirely new sensation. He
could feel her teeth scraping gently at his flesh as her lips pulled
him in. He moaned and fucked down into her wet mouth, feeling the
softness of her throat give way under his thrust. Her hand was under
his balls, squeezing gently, probing the sensitive area at the base of
his prick. And one finger was curved up the crack of his ass,
probing. He felt the scratch of her fingernail as she found his
youthful bum hole and pressed. His flesh resisted, then gave way and
her finger shot into his rear, massaging his prostate.
"Aaaggghhh!" he grunted into her cunt. The smell of her arousal
filled his nostrils as he dug his face into her snatch. His busy
tongue cleaned out her canal, slurping up the juice as fast as she
made it. He tasted the hot salty fluid and loved it. He realized it
was her equivalent of cum, and he slurped the thick fluid happily. He
could feel her whole cunt vibrating against his mouth as she gushed,
her twat grabbed at his tongue and squeezed it like a hand, sending
thrill after thrill through him. He was really aroused now...his cock
was pumping in and out of her mouth like a pile driver, flashing
between her lips.
Barbara's cheeks caved in as she sucked the boy's cock. She was
in the throes of orgasm now, her cunt spasming and gushing, her skin
crawling as her muscles rippled and knotted with cumming. She sucked
avidly at the dick in her mouth, wriggling her finger in his little
asshole, prodding him to cum. She wanted to taste his youthful
semen--she wanted to feel it gushing down her throat.
Steve tensed. His marble-shaped balls lifted and hardened, then
collapsed, shooting a gush of sperm through his jerking cock into
Barbara's mouth. Her finger in his asshole was like a red hot wand,
stirring his prostate, massaging the back of his prick, forcing him to
cum. He twisted into her face and lay still, screwing his cock in one
final turn as his cum burst from the head, filling her mouth. He felt
like the top of his head was coming off. He swallowed convulsively,
choking on a mouthful of pussy cum as his dick shot wads of thick
white goo into her mouth. He shuddered convulsively and was still.
Barbara cleaned his cock lovingly, licking off the delicious
sperm. It seemed to her the sweetest drink she'd ever had, this man's
thick semen. She could feel his mouth still sucking gently at her
dripping mound, performing the same service for her. She raised her
head finally, letting his prick slide from her mouth, smiling at him.
He looked at her, too, his face glistening with pussy cum. "Was
it good, Mrs. Anderson? Did I do it right?" he asked, pleased with
himself. He knew the answer from the way her body had responded, but
he wanted to hear her tell him.
"Oh, yes, you're a real little cunt lapper," she said. "Come up
here and kiss me. I want to taste my cum on your lips!"
He shivered at the dirty sound of the words--it was perverse, he
felt, for her to want to taste her own cum, and that made it even more
exciting. He scrambled beside heer and planted a wet noisy kiss on
her lips, imparting the musky taste of pussy to her. He drew back and
grinned.
"I think it tastes great," he confided. "How does mine taste?"
Barbara smiled at his curiosity. "Like, like," she stopped,
helpless, unable to describe the taste of semen. "Anyway, it's good!"
"Are you ready now?" he asked, eyeing her speculatively.
"Ready for what?" Barbara asked nervously.
"Well, you said you'd do anything I wanted, didn't you?" he asked,
smiling at her innocently.
"Oh yes, darling, what is it you want?" she smiled at him,
wondering what such an inexperienced man could know about sex.
"I saw some pictures," he started hesitantly. "Jerry has them.
Well, there was one that I really liked. There was this lady, lady,
and she--well she was sticking this thing up her--you know--up her
cunt, and this guy was doing it in her rear. I'd really like that,
Mrs. Anderson! Really I would! I know my cock's small for your cunt.
I'd really like to try that!"
Barbara looked at him in consternation, remembering the boys
sticking the bottle in her this afternoon. She couldn't understand
this male fascination with sticking strange objects up her. It seemed
filthy and perverted to her.
"Why don't you just put it back in my cunt again, honey," she said
soothingly. "Or maybe in my rear if you want. I like that, too."
"No!" he said stubbornly. "I want to see you put something like
a--I dunno--a cucumber or a bottle or something up there while I get
ready. If you don't let me, I'll go tell Jerry!" He stared at her
commandingly, then collapsed. "It'll be okay, really it will. The
lady in the picture looked like she really liked it."
Barbara sighed, lying back on her bed. Really, it was amazing how
quickly he had learned to manipulate her, she mused. He knew she'd do
anything not to have Jerry find out.
"Okay, Stevie, whatever you want. What do you want to use?" She
looked at him narrowly, hoping that he didn't really have anything
ready. He grinned back and slid off the bed.
"Wait here," he said. "I'll be right back."
"Careful," she hissed. "Jerry..." But he was gone. She rolled
over on her stomach, deeply ashamed about the whole scene, but at a
loss to know how to get out of it now. To her amazement, she was
actually excited at the prospect of being fucked with something weird.
She thought of the bottle and shivered, hoping it wouldn't be that
big. Steve returned, triumphantly waving a long salami.
"Got it!" he whispered. "I found this earlier tonight when I was
waiting for you!" He handed it to her and looked at her expectantly,
his young eyes shining with lust. "Well, go on, do yourself with it!"
Barbara took the salami in her hands and stared at it. It was
fairly long and thick, about the size of a grown man's prick. She
looked at him pleadingly. Really, this was the limit-- fucking with a
salami while this man watched, waiting to be excited. He held his
pecker in his hands, obviously planning tto jerk off with her. "Go
on, Mrs. Anderson! Stick that salami in your cunt! I wanna see it!"
Barbara sighed and fitted the salami between her legs, probing for
the opening to her cunt. The end fitted nicely into her opening and
she pressed firmly, forcing it into her.
"Open you legs," the boy insisted, bending closer. "I wanna watch
it go in."
Barbara opened her legs obediently, offering a good view of her
twat. Her pussy lips were stretched wide around the salami, which
looked like a disembodied red prick gaining admittance. She raised
her hips and slid it in, noticing that her insides were sopping wet.
Wet for a salami, she thought in disgust. I'm really sunk now. I'll
fuck anything. Really it didn't feel too bad. The rough coating was
scraping her insides in a pleasing fashion. With a twist of the wrist
she sent the whole salami inside her and took her hand away, showing
the boy that it was all inside.
"Wow," he breathed, his little hand moving fast on his pecker.
"Better than the picture. It's all inside. Jeez! Turn over on your
hands and knees, Mrs. Anderson." He knelt between her legs and peered
through them. Her cunt-lips were distended several inches, holding
the salami firmly inside her. He positioned himself behind her and
felt for the end of it, getting a firm grip and running it in and out
of her gorged snatch.
Barbara groaned in excitement and humiliation. Here she was on
her hands and knees, with a man pounding a sausage into her from
behind--and she loved it! There was no doubt that she loved it! Her
cunt snapped hungrily at the salami, drawing it inside her, fiilling
her cuntal passageway. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her
as he fucked her brutally with the surrogate prick. Suddenly, she
felt something warm and wet on her ass. He was licking her crack!
She moaned at the new sensation, shivering as his tongue found her
puckered pink asshole and swirled around in there. It felt great--her
ass was still sore from the afternoon's fucking, and his tongue was a
soothing balm.
"Oh yes, lick my asshole--rim me out," she called encouragingly.
She bucked her hips against the salami, enjoying the feel of it
now. And then she felt his pecker probing at the ass entrance. With
a lunge, he was buried in her shithole! Fire rippled along her nerves
and she moaned louder, forgetting her son down the hall.
"Fuck my ass...fuck my cunt...oh, oh, oh, slam it in there," she
babbled, twisting her ass against him, feeling his balls slap her
butt.
Steve sighed. His cock felt like it was in a hot vise--much
tighter than her cunt, much dryer, much hotter. It was so hot he
thought his prick might melt in there! He jabbed in and out of her,
fucking her twat with the salami at the same time. He could feel the
salami through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her
asshole, and he imagined feverishly that it was another cock, that
another boy was fucking her cunt, prick to prick, and they'd fill her
up at the same time! "Oh, it's so hot! So good!" he mumbled,
thrusting into her creamy ass. He was having trouble keeping his
balance, her ass was churning so, but he valiantly fucked on, never
missing a stroke. Then he had to drop the salami, leaving it wedged
in her cunt, and hold on with both hands. He felt his orgasm coming.
He shuddered and shot into her bowels, filling her ass with thick cum
suds. "Oh...I'M CUMMMING!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything but
the fantastic sensation of cumming in her ass. Her ass sucked at his
prick, squeezing it like a vise, and he filled it with sperm.
Barbara had grabbed the salami when he dropped it and fucked
herself with it expertly, bringing herself off in a few strokes to
join his orgasm. Her sticky fluids gushed over her hands. She was
delirious. She couldn't believe she had cum so hard with a salami,
but she had, though his spurting prick in her ass had certainly
helped! She sank forward in ecstasy, her cunt throbbing with
fulfillment, her asshole clutching at his shrinking cock.
And the light came on.
Chapter Eight
"What's going on! Mom? Steve?" Jerry cried in anguish, staring
at the scene on the bed.
Steve stared at his friend with blank eyes. His cock slipped out
of Barbara's relaxed asshole with a plop and lay along his leg. He
looked dully at it. It was limp with a string of semen still hanging
from the head. "Uh, Jer--"
"Get out of here. You fucked my mother!" Jerry screamed wildly,
clenching his fists. He was aware of a wild surge of rage and
jealousy. She hadn't pulled away from Steve leaving him with an
aching erection like she had with him! "Go away!"
Steve slid off the bed hurriedly, keeping his eyes away from the
recumbent figure of Mrs. Anderson. She was lying perfectly still, her
head pressed into the pillows. He noticed something beside her. The
salami! Guiltily he sidled out of the room, keeping away from Jerry.
"Well, Mom?" Jerry asked, a sneering note in his voice. "Turn
over and look at me!"
Barbara turned over and crouched against the end of the bed,
bringing her knees up before her breasts to hide them, then realized
that the motion exposed her inflamed cunt to her son's eyes. Vainly,
she tried to shield herself. She felt sunk.
"Can't I even look? Steve got to touch--touch, hell! He fucked
you!" Jerry advanced on her, his fists balled up.
"Jerry...I can explain. Let me tell you--" Barbara babbled.
Jerry waved his hand at her, indicating her disarranged state.
"Explain what!? That you are a whore? Jesus...look at you!" he said
in disgust. "I saw you this afternoon with that kid, kissing him in
the parking lot! What is it? You just fuck kids? Is that it?
Well...move your hands. I wanna look at what everybody else fucks!"
He grabbed her hands and moved them away from her tits. He was
furious at her for lowering herself from her pedestal--at himself for
wanting her. He remembered when she had watched him jack off, when
she had touched him in the pool and left him aching. She hadn't left
anyone else in that state. Just him.
"Jerry," Barbara whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me.
I've never been like this before. The last few days have been a
nightmare. I can't control myself, I even touched you, my own son!
And that's evil." She looked at him earnestly, willing him to
understand. He had to understand. She felt like her heart was
breaking. Her little boy--her son--looking at her with hate in his
eyes. She moaned softly and she began to entice him in the only way
she knew, withh her body. She wanted to show him how it was, how it
was to want sex so bad that it hurt. That you'd do anything to ease
that pain. "I have to have it, Jerry."
"But with kids! Kids my age! Why not me? Why not? You've
fucked every kid in town, probably, why can't I get it, too? Don't
you like my cock? Isn't it big enough for you? It's bigger than
Steve's! I saw you looking at it before, well, you can have it now!"
Jerry squealed in a high voice. He held his dick like a weapon,
pointing it at her. "Here, suck it like you did his! You're gonna do
everything with me you did with him, and then I'm gonna leave you and
never come back!" He advanced on her, pointing his cock at her mouth.
"Open your mouth and suck my cock, whore!" he shouted grabbing her by
the hair. "You love it so much...go on, then! Suck your son's dick!"
"Oh, Jerry...don't let it be like this. Don't hate me," Barbara
mumbled. Her voice was choked off as Jerry rammed his prick into her
mouth choking her. Her nose was buried in his sparse hair, her
nostrils full of the scent of him. She gagged and coughed, then
clamped on his cock. If he wanted it, she'd give it a good sucking!
She wanted him to know how good sex was, well, this was her chance!
She sucked deeply on his cock, running her tongue around the head,
drawing him into her mouth, yielding before him and taking him in.
Jerry gasped as his prick sank into his mother's mouth. It was a
wonderful feeling. Her tongue hit all the most sensitive spots and
made his blood race. He hadn't imagined it would be this good,
looking at the pictures and hearing the other guys talk. He had heard
quite a few stories about girls who gave head, but the reality far
surpassed any story. Her lips were nibbling up and down the surface
of his prick and she sucked it with an ecstatic expression on her
face, as if it were the most delicious thing in the world! Her mouth
felt like a hot wet cavern, just made for sucking his cock. He dipped
into her and pulled out again, feeling the incredible suction as her
cheeks caved in around it.
"Oh, suck it good," he murmured, looking at his mother's face. He
wound his fingers in her red hair, the same color as his, and pumped
into her mouth. Her teeth lightly scraped the ridges of his turgid
cock, sending thrills of pleasure through him. He hunched forward,
driving into her mouth. He couldn't stop. The whole world was a
sucking mouth, pulling him into it! He twisted and turned his hips,
slamming into her face, trying to hurt her, and she gave with every
stroke, sucking him in, greedily licking his rod, wanting more.
Barbara sucked at her son's cock in delight. It seemed that
everything else had just been leading up to this, this last
perversity. She pulled on him avidly, remembering how tiny his peter
had been when he was a baby, and contrasting it to its present length.
It tasted wonderful, the salty tang of his pre-cum filled her mouth,
tantalizing her, making her want to taste his hot semen on her tongue.
She cupped her hand under his balls and rolled them in their wrinkled
sac, feeling them churn like hard slick marbles in her palm.
"Oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum! I can't help it! I'm gonna cum!" Jerry
grunted, pumping furiously into her open mouth. He twisted violently
against her lips, feeling his sperm foam in his balls and rise in his
cock to burst in her mouth. "I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH!"
Barbara sucked vigorously at the hot flow of her son's sperm,
drinking from the spurting fountain of his prick. It seemed like it
would never quit. She gulped and swallowed a bucket of frothing jism.
Finally she fell back on the pillows and Jerry's cock slid from her
lips. He stared at her, a strange light in his eyes.
"That was great," he admitted, slightly ashamed of his lust.
"Do you see how it is now? Did you want me to stop sucking you?"
Barbara asked. "Could you stop yourself...once you were fucking my
mouth?"
"No, no I couldn't," Jerry admitted. "No way... It was unreal,
it was like I was just a cock and I had to cum..." his voice trailed
off.
"Would you like to fuck me?" Barbara asked casually, watching his
face. She wanted him desperately. She wanted his cock in her twat,
and she also wanted him to experience the whole of sex. She had to
show him how powerful sex was--how the more you got, the more you
wanted. She didn't want him to think of her as a whore. She wanted
to show him how greaat sex was and how it got control of a person.
She still felt it was wrong to fuck and suck her own son, but she was
committed now. She promised herself that tomorrow she would take care
of it all--tomorrow. Right now she wanted to fuck her son. "God yes,
Mom...I guess I've wanted to for a long time," Jerry admitted,
llooking at her squarely. "I was so jealous of those other guys, I
wanted to hurt you...but now, I'd love to fuck you, if you want me
to." He looked at her pleadingly, his eyes going over her lush body,
her full breasts tipped with coral, her slender waist and flaring hips
encircled by the black garter belt, her bright auburn pussy hair
covering her mound of delight.
"Oh yes, Jerry, I want you to," Barbara breathed. "Come up here.
You can suck my titties if you like...suck the nipples good, son, and
I'll love it! And touch my pussy. Just slide your hand down there."
She guided his hand to her pubic area and opened her legs, letting him
slip his fingers in.
"Gosh, our hair's the same color down there," Jerry said, laughing
nervously. He felt his mother's cunt open invitingly under his
fingers as he probed. He sank his middle finger in to the knuckle,
feeling around her cunt, sliding it in and out of the canal. He was
amazed at the pressure her twat exerted on his finger. He wondered
how his cock would feel in that tight, sucking well and shivered in
anticipation. His young pecker was erect again, standing straight out
from his stomach in an arching curve, out of his soft nest of reddish
curls.
"It's wet," he confided, diddling her with his fingers, smiling as
she quivered. He knew he was turning her on, and he was proud. His
mother was quivering and trembling under him, wanting him to stick his
cock in her cunt. "It's all wet and squishy in there."
Thank God Steve didn't cum in my cunt, Barbara thought fervently.
She wouldn't want her son's first fuck to be sloppy seconds! Out loud
she murmured, "That's because I want you so, darling! I love your
finger in my cunt, fucking me! Do it harder...make me cum on your
hand! That's it! Yes, oooohhhh yes...finger-fuck me, baby, fuck your
mama with your hand! Make me cum." She flopped around, impaled on
his fingers like a fish on a hook, her orgasm causing her to shimmer
and shake. Her pussy gushed, wetting his hand.
"Did you pee on my hand, Mom?" Jerry asked as the warm, hot fluid
gushed over his fingers. Barbara was silent as her orgasm subsided,
then said hoarsely, "No, darling, that was my cum--that's how a girl
cums. Now fuck me, for God's sake, get on me and fuck me! Put your
cock in my hole and fuck your mama!"
Jerry scrambled on top of his mother. She raised her hips,
presenting her pussy in a blatant invitation. He sank his prick
between her legs, searching for the wet, warm hole he had imagined
receiving him. And then he found it. With a cry of triumph he sank
into her, his cock plunging into the vagina that had given birth to
him eighteen years ago. "I'm in, Mom, I'm in your cunt!" he cried.
"Yes, oh yes, you are! Your beautiful prick is in my
twat--deep--so deep--and good--oh God! It's driving me wild!" Barbara
cried, wrapping her legs around her son's back and rocking under him.
She felt her insides melt into a mass of sex crazed flesh, her twat
opening under his forceful plunges. She could imagine no greater
thrill than this, fucking her son, receiving his sperm in her cunt!
The depravity and perverseness excited her even more. She drummed her
heels against his legs as she lifted and churned beneath him, using
her pussy like a vise to clamp him to her. She never wanted it to
end. She wanted to go on and on in this lustful dream, floating on a
cloud of desire, her body spasming and convulsing in a powerful
orgasm.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Jerry!" she cried wildly. She was smashed into
the bed with each lunge of his prick. She wished she could engulf him
completely, take his whole body back into her womb. She felt his
balls smashing against the distended lips of her cunt, and she crazily
tried to open them, to pull him all inside.
"I am fucking you, Mom, oh, MAMA! I'M FUCKING YOUR CUNT! It's
fantastic! I love to fuck you. OH MOM! I LOVE IT!" Jerry screamed.
He thrust furiously into the sucking maw of his mother's twat, feeling
his cock sink to the hilt in the swampy marsh. He was swimming in a
sea of cunt. He felt like he was surrounded by it. He could smell
the odor from their clashing sex orgasm mingle with the smell of their
sweat and he loved it. He loved the way her cunt gripped his penis,
sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel it to the
tips of his toes. His leg muscles twitched with the sensation. He
bent forward and grabbed her tits in both hands, wrapping his fingers
around the creamy globe and squeezing roughly.
Barbara rolled with each thrust. His pecker was a hot rod of
iron, stoking the fire in her twat. Sweat poured from her thrashing
body, making her skin meet his with a sucking noise. The air was
filled with the suckings and gurglings of sex. Her pussy plopped each
time he thrust into her, emitting a squishing noise. The slap of
their sweaty bodies and their mingled grunts and groans of pleasure
filled the air. "Give it to me faster, faster, harder," she muttered.
She pulled his head to hers and their open mouths met in a passionate
kiss, tongues mingling and thrashing. She sucked in his breath
eagerly. She felt like his tongue was a prick in her mouth, stabbing
away at the soft insides in unison with his jabbing pecker. She drank
his saliva avidly, swallowing, imagining it was jism from a spurting
cock.
Jerry increased his tempo...his balls were bursting and he knew he
had to cum soon. He pounded lustily into his mother. "I'm gonna cum.
I'm gonna shoot my wad in your pussy, Mom!" he warned. "I'm gonna cum
all in your hot cunt!"
"Yes, darling, cum in your mother, let me have your sperm!"
Barbara screeched. She was beside herself with lust. All she wanted
to feel her son's hot semen bursting inside her aching cunt. She knew
it would bring her off again. She wanted to feel it! "Cum in me,
fuck me, cum, cum," she chanted in rhythm to her son's strokes.
His pecker zipped in and out of her cunt with increasing speed.
His lithe young hips flailed tirelessly above her, driving the shaft
of his penis into her waiting cunt. He could feel the texture of her
canal change as she rode the crest of her orgasm. It tightened as she
came, then felt loose and flabby, then tightened in an endless cycle
of lust. "Here it comes! OH GOD! HOT SHIT! FEEL IT, MOM...FEEL ME
CUMMING IN YOU... I'M CUMMING..." With a loud cry Jerry fell onto
Barbara's body, his knees buckling as his orgasm ripped through him.
He felt like his head was blowing up. His guts twisted as his balls
burst. "I'M BLOWING MY NUTS!" Rope after rope of semen gushed from
the head of his prick, inundating Barbara's womb with her son's sperm.
"Ooooh-h, yessss. I FEEL YOUR CUM! IT'S SO HOT!" Barbara cried,
bucking against her son, swallowing his prick with her spasming cunt,
gripping tightly with her legs, imprisoning him in her hot box. He
didn't seem to want to escape. He lay against her, his cock jerking
weakly as the last bits of semen oozed from the shrinking tube. He
raised his head and grinned at her.
"Just lie still, honey," she said. "Let your cock soak in my
twat. I'm going to bring it to a stand again inside me. Just don't
move, or it'll slip out!" She bore down on his limp penis, holding it
firmly inside her with her cunt-lips.
"Okay, Mom," Jerry answered, lying against her, his head pillowed
on the soft cushions of her breasts. He had never heard of such a
thing. But she was his mom, and he'd do what she asked. She
certainly seemed to know a lot about sex! He thrust down a pang of
jealousy and lay quiescent on her breast, feeling her twat muscles
caress his tired prick.
"Can you feel it, dear?" Barbara asked, concentrating. She tried
to imagine his limp prick resting inside her and clenched her muscles
about it, thinking of her cunt as a stroking hand, bringing him to
erection.
"Yeah. You're squeezing me down there with your cunt," Jerry said
excitedly. He could feel her cunt gently kneading his penis, and he
thought he could feel a spark of life as it raised its head in the
dark cavern.
"Don't move, son," Barbara cautioned. "I read about this...how
it's possible to fuck this way without even moving, just using your
muscles. Hindus or somebody do it this way." She repressed a bump of
excitement as she definitely felt Jerry's pecker move inside her. "I
can feel you moving in me," she confided. "Your cock's swelling
up..." She worked her cunt on his prick, rippling the muscles up and
down. She could almost see his prick in her mind--growing slowly
inside her canal! Her cunt exuded moisture as the excitement of her
success got to her, and as she grew aroused, her muscle action grew
stronger, pulling silently at Jerry's hidden prick.
"Oh, boy, I can really feel it now!" Jerry cried in excitement.
He hadn't thought it possible, but it was happening! His soft prick
was hardening and lengthening inside his mother's cunt, gaining new
strength with each stroke of her talented pussy. "It's getting hard.
I can feel my balls filling up again! Wow!"
"Yes, yes, I can feel it, too," responded his mother. "It's
filling me up--getting big again. Jerking around, oh, Jerry, it's
wonderful!" She smiled mistily up at the face of her son. This was a
new experience for her, this slow filling of her womb! She was
suffused with love as her vagina filled with her son's growing prick.
She had never felt so close to any of her lovers before. This was an
incredibly fulfilling experience. She wondered if they could really
fuck to orgasm this way--just using their muscles. She was determined
to try. "Don't move your hips," she told her son as he started to
move involuuntarily.
He looked at her in amazement. He was hard again and ready to
fuck now. That was the point, wasn't it?
"We'll just keep on like this--use our muscles and cum that way,"
his mother told him.
"Like the Hindus?" Jerry laughed, catching on. "Okay, if you
want--it feels great right now, though I don't see how anything could
be better than plain old fucking!" He forced his hips to reemain
still and pressed more deeply into his mother. Maybe, maybe I can
make it jerk around in there, he thought. The idea of muscle control
was a new one to him, but he could see how it would improve regular
fucking if he could make his prick jerk at will. He carefully
tightened his ass muscles and was gratified to find his penis jerked
in accord. "Did you feel that, Mom?" he cried.
"Yes, dear, that's the way. Now let's just quietly lie here and
do that to each other. Let's try to move in rhythm," she answered,
giving a few quick jabs with her twat. They lay together, tightly
clasped in each other's arms, letting their sex organs mesh together
in harmony. As he jerked his prick inside her, she rippled her cunt
along his shaft. She could feel him filling her whole cavity now, his
dick pushing against the pulsing walls of her cunt. As her pussy
juices flowed, she felt an unbearable urge to grind her hips beneath
him, hastening her orgasm, but she restrained herself, merely
increasing the pressure.
For an inexperienced man, Jerry was doing a great job. He used
his ass and pelvic muscles, causing his prick to bounce inside his
mother. He could feel his balls lifting in their sac and climbing up,
hardening and tightening. He wanted desperately to rise up and fuck
in and out as hard as he could. His hips quivered under the strain.
"Oh, Mom, I can't stand it! I gotta move!" he groaned.
"Just a little more, son, try to relax," Barbara grated through
clenched teeth, trying to follow her own advice. But it was too late.
Jerry's hips suddenly shook and ground into her, pulling and shoving
with age-old motions of intercourse. She sighed and moved with him,
letting herself be carried off, her orgasm breaking over her in a
whirl of feeling. "That's okay. Fuck me harder now, son, give it to
your mother," she called encouragingly.
Jerry pounded into her. He had wanted to finish the other way,
but he couldn't. He just couldn't stand it! The tide of lust swept
over him, forcing his hips to plow into his mother's cunt desperately.
"I'm gonna cum. I waited so long, I can't help it. Hold me, Mom.
I'm fucking you..."
Barbara held her son tight, her body churning under his, ready to
receive his second cum without withdrawing. He had made a valiant
effort to do the muscle fuck, and she would reward him by giving him a
good cum! She reached behind him, bypassing his sweaty balls, and
probed for his asshole--finding it, she pressed through the opening
and buried her finger in him. As she sank her digit into his buttery
ass, she felt his prick spasm and burst inside her, splattering her
cunt walls with hot thick sperm.
"AAAGGGHHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING! HOLD ME, MOMMA!" Jerry screamed.
Mother and son convulsed in each other's arms, holding each other
for dear life, cunt and cock cumming in perfect unison. Finally they
fell apart, Jerry's cock slipping from Barbara's cunt.
"I tried, Mom," he said weakly, laughing a little. "I guess those
Hindus practice a lot."
"I guess they do," Barbara answered fondly, stroking her son's
head.
"We'll have to practice, too," he said boldly, looking at her from
the corner of his eye. "Whenever I'm home from school..."
Barbara accepted the inevitable. "Yes, we'll practice," she
whispered. She wasn't going to tell him again what a dreadful sin
this was. She would bear the load of guilt herself. She had brought
this incestuous affair on herself, and she alone would pay the
consequences, she resolved. What was she going to do while Jerry was
away at school, she had no idea. She didn't want to go on as she had,
seducing every young man she could get her hands on. She sighed,
putting it from her mind. Something would happen and solve her
problem.
Jerry looked at his mother. She was lying back, relaxed, her
breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. He ran his hand
over her tits lovingly. They were soft now, their turgid nipples
slowly subsiding into the twin brown aureolae. She smiled back at him
as his hand caressed her sweat-slick flesh.
"It was great, Mom, I never knew how wonderful it could be," he
admitted. "I think I understand it now. You just can't help
yourself, can you? And I guess just one guy isn't enough for you."
He looked at her longingly, wishing he alone could satisfy her hunger,
but knowing he couldn't.
"No, I guess not," Barbara admitted. It was a big admission for
her, and contrary to everything she had previously believed. Everyday
morality dictated that one man should be sufficient for one woman,
and, until the last few days, she had believed it. But now she wasn't
too sure that society was right. Hadn't her actions proved that she
needed almost constant sex? And what one man could satisfy that?
"I bet you could go again easy," Jerry continued. "If you want,
well, would you like me to get Steve in here? Maybe the two of us
could keep you happy, for a while at least." He frowned, wishing he
didn't have to go back to school.
Barbara's heart leaped. She couldn't believe her son was
suggesting this solution. "You wouldn't mind?" she breathed, her body
already tingling at the thought of taking on the two men. Why, they
can fuck me in the ass and cunt at the same time, she thought. She
had wanted to try that since this afternoon, when Skip and Buddy had
used the bottle on her empty orifice. Imagine what two cocks could
do. She shuddered.
"Well, I do mind in a way," Jerry admitted. "But," he got a
mental picture of he and his friend plowing simultaneously into his
mother's trembling body, "anything for you. I wouldn't be jealous--I
know you need it!" He grinned at her, not admitting even to himself
that his prime motive was a selfish desire.
"Oh, Jerry darling, I love you! You're so understanding. Go get
your friend," Barbara said excitedly. "I'd love to have you both. Of
course you'll always be first," she added comfortingly as a shadow of
doubt crossed her son's face.
"Okay, Mom," Jerry said, jumping off the bed, stark naked. "Just
a second. I'll get him!" He walked out of the room.
Barbara lay back on the bed, scarcely about to breathe for
excitement. Both of them at once, doing what I want. God, she mused,
her mind full of lascivious pictures. She hugged herself in
anticipation, rocking back and forth on the bed.
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Chapter One
He had curly blond hair, he was about nineteen 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 teen-age young man eat his breakfast, getting damp between
her legs as she did, not knowing why, narrowing her eyes in a
lust-filled 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 Guiness 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 alike.
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 camera held still and focused on her as waves
of wondrous pleasure washed through her body. Jim, her father,
continued to lick his tongue up through her slimy slit, though very
slowly and not nearly as hard. The man knew it
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