Anonymous
Barbara
Chapter One
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 continued its journey over
her body, spreading the oil in a thin film and massaging it
deeply into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying her
mind of all but the sensations of her body. Her hand moved
with a will of its own now, caressing her breasts lightly,
rubbing her belly in rounded circles, touching her hips
briefly in passing. One finger slipped under the tiny bit
of cloth circling her hips and teasingly touched her pubic
hair. Barbara gasped at the contact, but did not stop, only
arching her hips slightly to give her hand freer rein. She
masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy the urges of
her healthy body, and had found that she could please
herself far better than her ex-husband ever had.
Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away
from the thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her
present lover, who had not so far gotten up the nerve to do
more than kiss her good night. Except one...her thoughts
strayed unwillingly to the one perfect sexual encounter in
her life--an experience that had left her weak and shaking
with release. She tried to stop thinking about him, but the
feelings evoked by her hand were too strong and her mind
stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her one-time lover.
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
you what I can be to you! Remember what you said, cuddled
in my arms? That you really didn't know what you would do
after you graduated? I can help you, Jim. Help you do
anything you want.
Anything you want. Oh, don't you remember what you
wanted to do to me that day? And did. I can never forget
it.
She remembered how his strong body pumped in even
strokes to enter her roughly, making her writhe and heave
under him as she soared to the pinnacles of desire.
Remembering, her finger slipped inside her bikini and
dug at her pubes. She moaned and opened her legs, letting
the finger slide into her moist canal. Oblivious to
anything but her own recollections of lust and present need,
she fingered herself brutally, hoping to giver herself the
release she needed. Her finger slipped easily into her
cunt, sliding back and forth, around and around, sending
twinges of pleasure through her nerves. Barbara closed her
eyes against the sun, feeling it press against her. It was
almost like being fucked by the sun, she thought in a daze,
as her body responded to her finger and her hips began to
buck up and down in the movements of intercourse. Her
lover's face swam before her eyes, behind closed eyelids.
She could see his youthful face, contorted with lust, as he
had plunged into her body, giving her joy that she hadn't
known possible. She had left the next morning and had never
seen him again. Barbara Anderson mourned her lost lover as
she masturbated frantically in her back yard, her body
quaking with remembered lust. She could feel her orgasm
coiling in the pit of her stomach, ready to explode and
flood her. She gritted her teeth and slid another finger
into her bikini, searching for the extended nub of her
clitoris. As she touched it, her body shivered and her cunt
poured forth a quantity of pussy juices, drenching her
fucking hand.
"Oh...fuck...fuck me, Jim...oh...God! Fuck meee..."
She strummed her clitoris with her finger. Waves of heat
engulfed her as her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing
the walls, scraping her insides and making her shudder with
orgasm. She bucked against his hand, imagining it to be her
young lover's prick, wishing with all her heart that it was.
She needed a man inside her--a real man, not a drunken lout
like her husband. She groaned in dismay, feeling her orgasm
subside and dissipate leaving her strangely empty inside.
She had cum--the physical motions had all been there--but
something was missing.
I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back
yard, her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her
cunt. She was exhausted, drained. With a great effort, she
opened her eyes and squinted around, wondering dazedly
what time it was. Her eyes passed over the husky young man
standing in the doorway, then returned. She stared at him a
minute in complete horror, a cold snake of fear hitting her
vitals at the discovery. She wondered feverishly who he
was--for a minute, she thought it was Jim, but it couldn't
be...and he was staring at her so oddly.
God! she though, he saw me jerking off...stood right
there and watched. Suddenly realizing that her hand was
still inside her pants, she jerked it out as if it burned
her and hid it behind her, childishly.
"Who...what are you doing here? Who are you?" she
managed to croak, wishing she could hide. It was bad enough
to jerk off in your own yard remembering the past without
people coming in to stare at you!
She looked at the 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 her lover at the
motel had, his eyes glued to her body. He started toward
her.
"Hey! What are you doing?" she called out. She
looked at the 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
face against the sun. "What do you want?" she managed to
croak, her hand going to her throat. God, she thought. I'm
all alone. He'll probably rape me. She shifted her weight,
trying to ignore the pang of lust that coursed through her
at the lewd thought. One part of her urged her to let him,
to open her thighs to this stranger, welcoming him to her
recesses.
It'll be the last time...I need it so bad...no one will
ever know. No--it's evil, perverted. He's too young for
me--once was enough, her thoughts ran around and around.
"Please," she murmured, looking up at him. He reached out
his hand in answer and ran it over her breasts. "No,
don't," she breathed. The 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 looked at his crotch, which was even
with her eyes, and shivered as she saw the bulge of his
penis. She felt a wild urge to see his prick, to tear his
pants off and feast her eyes on him. She rolled her head
aside, moaning weakly, knowing that her body was betraying
her. The 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 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, her face was flushed, and her
breasts were heaving with her ragged breathing. He gently
pulled down the top of her suit and exposed her tits, never
ceasing his fingering of her pussy. He caught his breath as
he saw her breasts--they were big and sweetly formed, rising
to a point tipped with coral nipples that were erected in
lust. He dropped to one knee and lowered his head to her
breasts, sucking her tit into his mouth, running his tongue
over the raised nipple, rolling it between his teeth.
"Oh," Barbara gasped as the sensation of a wet mouth on
her tit engulfed her. "Suck it..." Skip complied. He
pressed her breasts together, bobbing his head from one to
the other, laving both her nipples with his tongue. His
hand dug deeper into her crotch, her juices making entrance
even easier.
Barbara wanted to see him. She wanted to see his cock.
She had to! She reached out and unzipped his jeans, freeing
his erection. She gasped at the size of it. She 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. "Please...oh please fuck me!"
Skip hurriedly shed his pants. He didn't want her to
change her mind, he thought looking at the lush body before
him. This was like a dream--wonderful dream. He couldn't
quite believe that he was going to fuck her...but he
certainly wasn't going to stop! Not now...not with his dick
hard as an iron bar, jerking with the need to bury itself in
warm cunt.
"Sure, lady...I'll fuck you blind!" he promised,
kneeling between her widespread legs. He pulled her pants
completely off and stared at her cunt. The lips were red
and swollen, and, as she spread her legs even wider, he
could see the entrance to her pink-lined canal. The hole was
pulsing slightly. "God," he whispered. He sank his finger
into her again, then pulled it out.
"Fuck me! Your cock! Put it in! Stick me!" moaned
Barbara, aching with the need to be filled. She pushed her
hips against his finger, grinding them in a circular motion,
drawing his finger in up to the knuckle. "Put it in! Fuck
me!" she said fiercely.
Skip poised his cock at the entrance to her womb,
rubbing his 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 even more pleasure the
longer he waited, watching her flop beneath him, hearing her
hoarse voice exhort him to more. He felt wildly
triumphant--he had conquered this beautiful woman without a
word--with only his cock! He could feel her hot juices
bathing his plunging dick, showing plainly her answering
lust.
"Beautiful," he muttered against her breast.
"Beautiful, lady."
Barbara's hips ground even more furiously, rising and
falling with his strokes, twisting and churning against him.
With each stroke she gasped in delight, feeling her body
bounce with the force. Sweat poured from her as thrill
after thrill coursed through her. She felt faint with the
force of her lust, and spots of light danced behind her
closed eyelids. She was riding the crest of her orgasm,
every jab of his cock bringing her nearer to fulfillment.
She raised her hips and presented her pussy to him, offering
herself to his plunging dick. She was swimming in a sea of
lubrication, pussy juice flowing from her recesses and
turning her cunt into a river of lust. There was a little
pain with each stroke of his large penis, but this served to
heighten her pleasure. She wanted to be pounded into the
patio floor, smashed under his body.
"Give it to me, fuck me! Oh...God, I can...fuck me
with your hot dick," she babbled. "Oh, uh,
please...harder..." She never wanted it to end. She wanted
to fuck forever, coming under his pounding prick. She felt
the wave of orgasm break around her, drawing her with it
until her body felt like it was in a whirlpool. Her hips
shook...her pussy gushed again and again...her whole body
trembled in the wind of lust.
Feeling her body shake beneath his, feeling her cunt
grab his cock and squeeze it in convulsive tremors, he
cried, "I'm gonna cum, too. I'm gonna CUM!" He raised
slightly and began pumping in and out jerkily, his sperm
boiling in his balls. He felt the violent urge to cum...to
let his balls burst forth their sticky fluid to run through
his cock and spurt into her waiting vagina. In and out he
pounded frantically into her, feeling her legs squeeze him,
holding him firmly in place. "I'm gonna
cum--uh--uh--uh--fuck me lady! Here it comes, feel it!
FEEL IT!" He yelled as he felt his semen gush from the
buried head of his prick, spurting out in thick gobs, rope
after rope of 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 belly in
swirling circles, and a hot flutter of desire made her legs
open in anticipation. He was going to lick her, he was going
to lick her cunt! Barbara moaned in lust as his raspy
tongue dipped lower. She had only had her cunt eaten once
or twice--and only after begging her husband. And this boy
was going to do it now. He didn't need any urging. In fact,
he was forcing her to lie still so that he could administer
the tongue lashing! He paused between her widespread legs
and she could feel his cool breath on the hot lips of her
cunt.
"Don't stop! Please--don't stop," she moaned, raising
her hips so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face,
trying to urge him to hurry.
"Oh, I won't," promised Skip, gently opening the lips
with his fingers and letting his breath play over her.
"This is gonna be great, eating...I won't stop!" He held
her twat open wide, staring into the red-lined interior,
watching the tiny entrance to her vagina open and close.
"Wow!" he said. He had never seen a cunt like this one, so
fully developed. The pussies of his young girl friends were
just slick little pink slits, nothing like this! He feasted
his eyes on the luxuriant growth of pubic hair, curling in
reddish swirls over her snatch and down between her legs,
almost concealing the fat lips of her cunt, which were dark
red with lust. As he watched, the whole cunt moved and a
drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing hole. He dropped
his head and covered the whole vulva with his mouth, sucking
in like a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out more the fluid.
"Oh God!" Barbara muttered through clenched teeth.
The waiting had been almost unendurable--she had thought he
would never start. "Suck it. Stick your tongue in...honey,"
she sobbed, feeling the familiar darts of lust tear at her
vitals. "I need it...stick your tongue in there. I want
it!"
Skip was in no real hurry. He was thoroughly enjoying
this. His cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg
as he tasted the pungent juices. He felt a great surge of
power as he excited this older woman with his tongue, making
her beg for it. He wanted her screaming and moaning under
his mouth...then he would give his throbbing cock some
release. He was going to shove it in her throat and make
her suck him, too! He groaned at the thought of sliding
into her wet mouth and redoubled his efforts at her crotch.
He nipped gently with his teeth at the engorged nub of her
clitoris and ran his tongue up and down the length of her
slit.
Barbara squealed as his tongue hit her clit, sending
waves of pleasure through her. She bucked her hips against
his face, trying to engulf his whole mouth, trying to force
his tongue into her. She could hardly believe the feelings
that shot through her. She was on fire, her whole body
churning and quaking with lust.
"Eat me, harder, stick it in there!" she moaned, her
head thrashing from side to side, her hips undulating under
his face. She smashed her pussy into his mouth, her juices
filling his mouth and running down his chin. He slurped and
gulped noisily, draining her dry as fast as she could
secrete. He reached up with both hands and grasped her
tits, squeezing the mounds of flesh between his fingers,
rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. At
the touch, Barbara shook all over, threads of fire radiating
from her nipples throughout her body.
"I'm going crazy. I can't stand it. Eat me, honey,
stick your tongue in there, make me cum!" Barbara screamed,
no longer caring if anyone could hear or not. Her whole
being was concentrated in the patch between her legs. Her
vagina was a hungry demanding hole, aching for release.
Suddenly she felt a wild urge to take him in her mouth--to
suck him as he was sucking her, to feel his hard dick
filling her throat. "Cock--gimme cock," she mumbled. "Stick
it in my mouth--I want your hot dick in my mouth!"
Skip grinned as the lewd words burst from the woman's
mouth. He had her now. She would do anything he asked,
anything at all to keep his tongue in her hot box, whipping
her to orgasm. "Sure, lady," he mumbled through a mouthful
of cunt. "Anything you say." He swung his body lithely on
top of her, positioning his rampant cock over her mouth.
"Go to it--gimme some head," he commanded, lifting his mouth
for a minute, then plunging again into the swampy marsh of
her pussy.
Barbara eagerly grasped the shaft of the pulsing cock,
bringing it to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and ran
it over the head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that oozed
from the slit, then sliding it under the lip of the cap,
hitting the most sensitive nerves. She felt his legs
tremble as she licked the sensitive head, swirling her
tongue around and around, and smiled to herself. The feel
of his dick in her mouth intensified her pleasure. She
could feel his mouth gnawing at her cunt with even more
intensity. She was being filled at both ends, fucked in the
mouth and cunt, and her body quivered with pre-orgasmic
shivers. As she let the head of his penis slip between her
lips, she felt his tongue finally enter her vaginal canal.
It lashed at the walls, boring into her like a drill,
opening her insides, licking up every drop of fluid. She
fucked her hips against it. She wished she had a thousand
openings, and they were all filled with cock or tongue!
She sucked in more of his dick, relaxing her throat
muscles to let him probe more deeply. As her lips inched
greedily on his shaft, swallowing more and more of the
turgid length. Skip tried to hold back. He tried not shove
forward. He wanted her to take it in herself, but finally
it was too much, and, with a strangled cry, he buried
himself to the hilt in her throat.
Barbara gagged as his cock hit the tender muscles of
her throat, then relaxed and sucked greedily on the stick.
She was in a dream of lust now, her body pinioned beneath
his, her secret places invaded by his lashing tongue.
As his penis slid in and out of her throat, she reached
up and caught his balls in her hands, squeezing gently,
rubbing the base of his root with her thumb. She could feel
the cum in his balls, making them hard as marbles inside
their wrinkled 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 your
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, hi tting 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 Two
"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 tred water, trying to
compose her mind, trying to still her pounding heart. Guilt
flooded her. How could she have succumbed to her lust--right
here in her own home, with her son only minutes away. She
closed her eyes. She felt like she was going to faint.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Jerry asked worriedly, looking at
his mother's flushed face. "You look kinda weird."
"Oh, I'm fine. Just the heat. Thought I'd cool off in
the pool..." Barbara became aware that she was babbling and
pulled herself together. "Well, I think it's wonderful
you're home. Let's see, what time is it? Maybe we could go
out for supper." She clambered out of the water and stood
beside her son. She glanced down at her body--all in order,
no telltale signs of passion. "Would you like that?"
"Sure, Mom," Jerry answered. He looked at her out of
the corner of his eye. It had been some time since he'd
seen his mother in a bikini, and he'd been too young before
to appreciate her beauty. For the first time he looked at
her as a woman and not his mother. He was slightly
embarrassed at his feelings, and he tore his eyes away from
the tempting display of nearly nude flesh. He hadn't seen
many girls in brief bathing attire this close. He and his
buddies at school occasionally sneaked up the hill and spied
on the local bathing beauties at the beach...but that was at
a distance. He swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes on the
ground. Unbidden, he thought of the pictures in his
suitcase. An older boy had given them to him, and he hadn't
dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory. He
felt a sudden urge to run get them and take them to his
bedroom to peruse them in private. He was aware of a
breathlessness--a tightening in his groin that occurred when
he was stimulated.
"Well, Jerry? That okay? I've got a date later on,
but we can go to the pizza place or something first."
Barbara looked at her son anxiously. Now he was looking odd.
Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried mother
now, all thoughts of her former lust erased, Barbara put out
one hand and stroked her I GUESS son's forehead.
Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot. "Yes, that'll be
great, Mom. I'll--I'll just run my bags upstairs." He
pulled away.
"Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look
a little pale. I know that bus trip is murder!" Barbara
smiled at her son. "And I am glad you're home early. You
just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone."
"The door was open, so I just came on in," Jerry
answered. "I think I will go lie down..." He looked at his
mother, trying to appear sick. If she'll leave me alone for
an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought
feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had
now reached an obsession. He licked his lips slightly and
glanced at his mother again, wondering if she suspected
anything. No, she wasn't even looking at him. She was
staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny look on her
face. He shrugged. "See ya in a while, Mom," he said,
turning and running upstairs.
Barbara followed him more slowly. I guess he didn't
suspect anything, she mused. He did look a little strange
for a minute-- he was staring at me...but it was probably
the heat. I think I'll take a shower, too...must get on
with things. I have to forget that boy--that must never
happen again. I wonder how old he is--nineteen? He looks
mature for his age. As she remembered the most mature part
of his body, she blushed vividly and thrust down the
thought. Never again. I'll have to be sure to keep the
door locked from now on. Anyhow, now that Jerry's home for
break, he won't bother me again. I'll keep so busy with
Jerry I won't have time to think about horrible lewd things.
Filled with resolution, Barbara disappeared into her
bedroom. God! My own son will be 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 perverted, evil boys. He shivered
and resolved never to look at his mother again. He
concentrated on the pictures.
There were seven of them. The first was of a buxom
blonde. She was naked except for a garter belt and black
nylons, and she was staring at the camera with a lascivious
expression on her face, her tongue protruding from her full
lips.
Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel
to kiss her on those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took
in the rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his
hand dropped to his penis, which was hardening against his
leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and began
slowly stroking it. He looked at the woman's pictured
breasts for a long time, his breath coming in ragged puffs
as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how those
big boobs would feel under his hand. "Oh, baby," he
breathed. "What a set!" He breathed harder, picturing his
lips fastened on the erect nipples. Almost unwillingly, he
slid his eyes farther down.
The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding
her cunt open with one hand, showing the treasures inside.
A thick growth of bushy curls covered her twat, curling
along the extended lips of her open cunt. Jerry could just
make out the ridges and convolutions of the slit. He peered
closer. It looked wet. It almost glistened in the picture,
seeming to beckon him nearer. He stroked it with a
trembling finger, fantasizing that he was running his digit
over a real, wet cunt. He had touched a cunt before--the
gardener's daughter let the boys at school feel her for a
dollar. But she didn't have one like this. Hers was
sparsely furred and the slit was tiny, nothing like this
fleshy abundance. Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at
the top of the opening. He wondered if that was the thing
the boy who had given him the picture had told him about.
Supposedly you could just press on this nub of flesh and the
girl would let you do anything you wanted. Jerry hand moved
faster on his pecker as he imagined what he would do. He
put the picture aside and went on to the next.
In this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a
guy off. The girl's body wasn't as full as the other
woman's--her breasts were small and tilted upwards. Jerry
thought they looked like ripe fruit and wished he could bite
into them. Her body was bent over, showing her luscious
ass, and the contrast of her long red hair against the white
ass made Jerry's heart stop. But the interesting thing
was--her mouth was completely full--her lips distended
around this enormous dick she was trying to swallow whole.
Jerry looked at the man's genitals appreciatively and
wondered if his would ever be that size.
The man's root was huge. It sprang from a nest of
dense black curls, pointing straight up, obviously fully
aroused. The head and about half the shaft were buried in
the red head's sucking mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and
around it, trying to accommodate the rod. One of the man's
hands was caught in the girl's hair, holding her head
steady, the other was squeezing one of her breasts. Her
hands were cupped under his balls, one of them disappearing
under his bottom. Jerry wondered what she was doing, then it
came to him! She was feeling the guy's asshole! He
shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a lady sucking
on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same time.
His hand stroked up and down his pecker in short quick
strokes, then slowed. He could feel his cum building up,
and he wanted to look at the rest of the pictures before he
came. He flipped to the next one, his hand keeping a steady
rhythm on his penis.
"Hoo, boy!" he breathed. This was the best one yet.
In this picture a busty brunette was lying spread-eagled on
the bed, her heavy breasts hanging to the side, her
widespread thighs facing the camera. Above her, his dick
still spurting, a man knelt. He had apparently just fucked
her, for gobs of semen clung to her open vagina and dripped
from the head of his softening prick.
The photographer had caught the moment perfectly. The
woman's face was glazed with lust, her nipples still turgid
with passion. Her open cunt seemed to quiver with its load
of fresh sperm. Her twat hairs were coated with the sticky
stuff--it was running down her legs and over her stomach.
"Wow--he must've really shot a wad," Jerry breathed.
He wished it were his sperm that was dripping down the
woman's outspread legs. He wondered how it felt to spurt
into a cunt--to cover a woman with cum. His hand was moving
furiously now. He wanted to cum--to pretend he was spurting
all over the woman in the picture. "God...fuck me, baby,"
he said hoarsely, squeezing at his prick as he thought a
cunt would. "I'm gonna shoot all over your twat!" The lewd
words coming from his mouth excited him even more and he
hurriedly turned to the next picture.
There were three people in this one. A woman knelt in
the center, her full breasts hanging down loosely. Behind
her, a dark man was plunging into her ass, his dick cleaving
her buttocks neatly, his balls smashed against the full
roundness of her buttocks. He was reaching under her with
one hand, feeling her twat. In front of her another man was
thrusting his turgid prick into her open mouth. He was
holding her by the hair and pinching her breasts with his
free hand. The woman seemed in an ecstatic trance, her
mouth wide to receive the giant prick, her buttocks spread
to accommodate the man behind her. Jerry couldn't decide
which guy he'd rather be, the one with his prick buried in
that hot asshole, or the one with his dick in the wet
sucking mouth.
"Wow...shake it, baby," he murmured to the woman,
feeling his pecker buried in the convulsing asshole. "Give
me a ride!" He thrust wildly into his hand. He could feel
his balls tightening and lifting, and knew he couldn't hold
off any longer. The other pictures would have to wait. He
jacked off furiously, his eyes glued to the lustful
threesome, his mind whirling with the stimulus he had
received. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming...suck it
baby...I'm gonna shoot! I'm cummingggg!!" His young penis
began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from
the head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand,
landing on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread.
Jerry couldn't remember ever cumming so much--it seemed like
it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of his mother in
her bikini flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his
tortured balls giving up the last burst of sperm. "Oh, oh,
good!" he mumbled, turning over, rolling toward the edge of
the bed.
And then he saw her. His mother. Standing in the
doorway, her eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange
expression on her face.
"Mom!" he gasped in horror. Of all the things he had
imagined, he had never thought of his mom catching him
jacking off. "Oh no, Mom!" He stared at her in abject
amazement. He couldn't think what to do next. It was
perfectly obvious what he had been doing--there was no way
to hide his cum-smeared young hard-on and the assortment of
pictures. Jerry wondered how long she had been standing
there. Had she actually seen him cum? Through the
embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware of a tw
inge of lust at the thought of his lovely mother watching
him jack off.
"It's okay, dear...nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara
said. "I'm sorry--I knocked, but I thought you said come in.
It's perfectly normal. I didn't realize you were growing up
so fast." Barbara smiled at her son, hoping her emotions
were well hidden. For what she felt was not motherly at
all--she was suffused with sudden lust! She had knocked at
the boy's door--that was true--but she had heard his voice
crying out lewd words, accompanied by grunts and moans. She
hadn't been able to resist opening the door quietly, driven
by curiosity and something else she couldn't name. And she
had seen her son, his hand wrapped around his prick, jerking
off as he writhed on the bed, his eyes fixed on a picture he
held in his other hand. She blushed, remembering the
picture--a woman being screwed in the ass while she blew
another guy. Part of her wondered how it would feel to take
on two men at once--but she quickly squelched that thought.
Her eyes had been full of her son's jumping dick. She
couldn't move--couldn't force herself away. As he neared
completion, her hand had strayed inside her robe and found
her cunt dripping with moisture. When he came, she had
plunged her finger into herself, frigging her clitoris
desperately. She hadn't had time to cum, and she was in a
state of aroused passion, her body aching with lust as she
tried to calmly reassure herself that masturbation was
normal.
Maybe that is, but what I'm feeling is
perverted--wrong-- immoral, she thought to herself.
Screwing this afternoon was bad enough--this--this, this is
a sin. No mother should think this way about her son. It's
impossible...I must be insane! She drew her robe closely
around her, as if she could shut away her depraved desires.
"Don't worry about it, dear. I'll never come in your room
and disturb you again. And please, don't worry. We'll
forget about the whole episode. I'm going to get dressed
for supper now. Pizza okay?" She smiled brightly at her
son and backed out of the room, closing the door gently
behind her.
Jerry still sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in
turmoil. He hadn't believed it when his mother had walked
in on him. He still didn't in fact. But she had been real
nice about it. She hadn't seemed too shocked or anything.
Jerry blushed again. He didn't see how he could look her in
the face again after what she'd seen! And if she knew that
he'd been thinking about her when he came... Jerry winced.
Still, she hadn't seemed horrified. In fact her expression
had reminded him of someone. He thought a minute, then his
eyes lit on the first picture, the one with the big blonde,
her face glazed with lust. He stared at the picture
wondering how it could remind him of his mom as she had
stood in the doorway, then shrugged. He'd do what she had
suggested--forget the whole thing, pretend it had never
happened. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of
his buddies to spend break with him. For some reason, Jerry
didn't want to be in the house alone with his mother. Not
if she was going to keep running around in bikinis and
bathrobes!
Jerry clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a
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 of 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 Three
Barbara sat in the dark bar with Jason Greenway, trying
to smile and nod at the appropriate places in the
conversation, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She was
remembering her young lover of the afternoon, dwelling on
his powerful physique and boyish face, recalling how
expertly he had brought her smoldering passions into flame.
She shivered slightly as she pictured her uninhibited
enjoyment of the boy's advances, and a drop of moisture
welled in her vagina. She pressed her legs together.
"Isn't that so, Barbara?" asked Jason Greenway.
"Oh. Yes, of course. You're absolutely right,"
Barbara murmured. Her cunt was itching and burning with
repressed desire now, and she felt that she couldn't stand
sitting here listening to him much longer. I don't want to
be here, she thought boldly. I want to enjoy
myself--dance--I want to fuck somebody--anybody. Her
thoughts strayed to the exciting picture of her young son
jerking off, and she moaned faintly as she tried to banish
the wicked thought.
"I say, are you all right?" Jason peered at his
companion's face worriedly. She had seemed strange all
evening--abstracted. He remembered that her son had come
home unexpectedly and wondered if that was disturbing her.
"Are you worried about Jerry? He'll be fine. He's 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 with the anticipation of
having her hole filled.
"Hey, Mac! Cut it out...can't do that here!" a sharp
voice interrupted. A flashlight swept the interior of the
car, revealing Barbara, with her skirt bunched around her
waist and her pussy bare. Jason hurriedly withdrew to one
side of the car, trying to push his penis inside his pants.
"Cover yourself," he hissed at Barbara. He had never been
so embarrassed in his life. Imagine him, Jason Greenway,
being caught in a parking lot with his pants down like some
kid.
"Gimme your identification, buster," the policeman
continued. Jason handed him his driver's license without a
word. As the cop perused the license, he jerked Barbara's
skirt over her thighs, glaring at her. She was just sitting
there in a trance, her eyes unseeing. Jason felt his anger
at her for getting him into this mess.
He patted her hand sympathetically. Barbara stared at
him. She was furious. Just as she had been about to get a
prick inside her this happened!
"Don't worry dear...I'm so sorry for this, couldn't
control myself, never happen again," he soothed her. He was
willing to believe now that he had taken advantage of her.
After all that's how it should be. He squared his shoulders
and patted her hand as she sobbed in rage and frustration.
"Okay, Mr. Greenway," the cop said, reluctantly handing
back the papers. "Just don't let it happen again. Take the
young lady somewhere else next time!" He leered at Barbara
knowingly, then snapped off his flashlight and departed.
They drove off. Both were silent on the way home. As
they drew up in front of her house, Barbara gathered up her
purse, preparing to depart.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am," Jason began,
detaining her. "I was carried away by your--ah, beauty.
Perhaps it's best we were stopped. I wanted our first time
to be perfect...not fumbling in a car like two kids! I'll
call you tomorrow dear."
"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 low 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 herangled nerves. She looked fondly at
her son, wondering how she had ever entertained such lustful
thoughts about him. Why, he's just a little boy, she
assured herself. "Let's go!" She struck off, turning her
head briefly to insure that Jerry was racing with her, then
settled down to swimming in earnest. As she finished the
last lap, she pulled herself onto the side of the pool. Her
exhilaration faded as she watched her son swimming slowly
toward her. His face was contorted in a grimace as he swam
jerkily. She stood up, worried. Jerry was an excellent
swimmer and should have beat her hands down.
"Are you all right, dear?" she called. Maybe he has a
cramp! She thought, diving back into the pool and swimming
to her son.
"I'm okay, Mom, leave me alone," Jerry gasped. Barbara
put her arm around him as he paddled slowly to the shallow
end. "For Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing off her arm.
"I'm okay."
Barbara stared at her son, puzzled. Her glance went
over him and rested on his groin, as if drawn by a magnet.
The magnet of his pulsing erection pushing out the thin
material of his trunks.
"Oh, Jerry," she whispered. Her mind wavered. She
reached out a hand and gently touched the lump at his
crotch, her fingers stroking. Her hand had a will of its
own. She watched dazed, as she squeezed her son's penis.
The scene blurred before her eyes as an electric thrill ran
through her. She caressed Jerry's rock-hard projection,
staring at him, her eyes glazed, her mouth open. Her
breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing and the
burning in her cunt spread through her body, making her legs
weak and shaky.
"Mom!" Jerry cried in anguish. He didn't know what was
happening. One minute he had been swimming painfully,
impeded by his arousal, the next his mother was stroking
him, staring at him with a strange expression in her eyes.
His prick jumped under her fingers and his hands burned to
grasp her heaving breasts.
At his voice, Barbara shook herself, emerging from a
dream of lust to reality. Her hand dropped, she floundered
backwards in the water as she plunged to shore. Her only
thought was to get out of here--away from the scene of her
betrayal. God, what am I doing? Evil--wicked--oh my Lord!
INCEST! she thought, horrified. She left her son without a
word, stumbling from the pool, racing upstairs.
Jerry just stood there. "Mom, come back," he called
forlornly. Somehow he had to comfort her--to let her know it
was all right. He had never seen such a look of terror on
anyone's face before. He jumped out of the pool and ran
after her--too late. He heard the car roar off outside and
slumped against the front door, oblivious of his wetness.
His prick still throbbed. It wanted back the hand that had
stroked it so lovingly. He shook his head and went back
inside dispiritedly to wait for his friend Steve. He wanted
desperately to be a child again. He didn't know what he was
going to say to his mother, or do about this situation, but
he did know that he had grown a lot older in the last half
hour. Grown from the touch of his mother's hand....
Chapter Four
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 something else--something he had promised himself
to have yesterday. He wanted to plunge his pecker into the
steaming depths of her ass! He turned her over and spread
her cheeks, staring enraptured at the puckered rose of her
asshole. "Oh baby, this is gonna be great!" he muttered,
bending down and licking the crack of her ass. It tasted
salty, not at all unpleasant. His tongue found the tiny
hole and bored in, licking the tight dry walls, lubricating
them for his entrance.
"Wha--what are you doing?" Barbara hissed. "Not there.
In my cunt. Do it in my cunt."
"Hell no, baby. I'm gonna cornhole you," Skip
answered, spitting in one hand and greasing his pole. "Just
relax."
"No--no." Barbara struggled to no avail. She was
pinned firmly under his weight, her head pressed into the
sand. Her ass stuck up in the air, the cheeks already spread
by his hand. Unbelieving she had felt his tongue rim her,
feeling like a hot rasp. She knew it was going to hurt
terribly. His finger had hurt yesterday when he stuck it
there! She knew his massive pecker would rip her in two!
"Please don't, not there," she moaned, twisting her hips
away from him.
"Hold still, damn it," Skip muttered through clenched
teeth. "Or I will hurt you, Goddamn it! I said hold still!"
He punctuated his words with a sharp slap on her posterior
and Barbara subsided. She held herself tensely, terrified
of the pain she knew would rip through her.
Skip positioned his penis at the 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 a t 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 h er
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 friend, laughing as she described how the boys
had played with her tits and cunt! She rubbed her little
titties until they stood straight up and pulled her cunt
open and showed it to her friend. The other girl stripped,
too. She was older than my sister, and her body was fully
developed. She had big sized tits that swing when she
walked and a real bush of hair on her twat! You better
believe I was one horny kid, watching all that action! I
started jerking off right there in the hallway--and my
parents were both gone, so I didn't have to worry about
them. Anyhow, I stood there in the hallway, my eye glued to
the keyhole, my hand jerking at my pud! I watched those two
girls compare tits and cunts, holding up each other's tits
to feel the weight, running there fingers in and out of each
other's cunts. Finally I realized they had stopped playing.
They were kissing each other right on the mouth, mashing
their breasts together, squishing their cunts together! I
had never imagined girls doing that. I couldn't believe it!
But it was great--wow, it was fucking fantastic! I was about
to cum all over the door, just from watching those two
chicks get it on! They went into a sixty-nine. I didn't
know what it was called then--but it looked like great fun.
They mouthed away at each other's twats, slurping up the
juices. It was really far out watching that blonde head
ramming into the dark cunt, and the other way, too." His
voice trailed off in a stream of remembrance.
"Well, then what happened?" Barbara asked impatiently,
raising her head from his cock. It had gotten completely
stiff during the telling of his story, and Barbara chewed on
the tip gently as she waited for him to continue. Her twat
was steaming now, aroused by the picture of the two girls.
She wanted to hear the end of the story!
"Oh, just keep sucking, honey. I'll try to make it
short so we can get down to business. Anyhow, I must've
been puffing like a steam engine on the other side of the
door, because my sister raised her head from her friend's
steaming crotch and listened. I couldn't stop, I was
grunting with my cum. I was just about to shoot, and I
couldn't move! I kept jacking off, hoping my sister
wouldn't come to the door, but I was helpless to stop! She
got up and opened the door just as I blew my nuts! All over
her! She just stood there staring at me, my sperm
splattering against her! I was really scared, man! I didn't
know what to do! She laughed...and then took me by the hand
and led me into the room. 'Look what I found!' she told her
friend. 'My little bother, all grown up!' She pulled my hand
and gently to me to the bed.
" 'God!' her friend said. 'How old is he? It's a big
one.' She reached out and grabbed my pecker. It was almost
five inches, and she rolled it in her hand. 'Do you like to
watch girls?' she asked gently.
"I stammered out something. I couldn't believe the
whole thing. Anyhow, she took my little prick in her mouth
and gave me my first sucking. It stood right up and she
giggled as she asked my sister if she thought I was ready to
fuck! And my sister helped her. She guided me into that
hole, placing my legs, positioning me atop her friend. Once
I was there I knew what to do! It was like second nature.
I poked in and out of her. I must've gone five strokes
before I shot my wad!" He laughed, remembering his wild
excitement at the feel of a cunt engulfing his prick.
"Anyhow, they taught me a lot, the two of them! I fucked
that chick once a week for a couple of years, and then she
moved away. And my sis--she'd never let me cum in her cunt,
but she taught me how to eat a pussy, and she blew me
whenever I wanted! I guess I was lucky, getting an early
start like that. I'll always remember that broad..." He was
silent.
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 ar m. She quivered
and bucked with lustful tremors, her pussy gushing
lubrication around his hand. "Put your whole hand in. Fuck
me with your arm, cram it in there!" she cried.
Skip hesitated. He had never heard of putting a whole
hand inside a woman's cunt. Surely it was way too big! He
hooked his fingers inside and stretched the walls
experimentally. They stretched around his probing digit
accommodatingly. He shrugged. He was willing to try
anything...and if she thought she could take it. Carefully
he inserted another finger alongside the two already in her
steamy hole. She moaned slightly, but didn't stop the tempo
of her hips. He drew his hand out and bunched his little
finger with the others and rammed it again into her. "That
good?" he breathed, watching her cunt stretch in
fascination.
"Oooohhhh! Yes! Yes, darling, give it to me! Put
your fist in my cunt! Fist-fuck me! I want it, God, I want
it!" Barbara bucked against him. Her cunt was stretched to
the limit now--crazily she wondered how far it would go
before it ripped. She didn't care, she wanted him to put his
whole fist inside her. The depravity of the action further
stimulated her. She could see him between her legs, his
four fingers stiffly extended, pumping in and out of her.
She wanted to feel his hand--to clamp down on his wrist
with her cunt! "Go on, please, your fist," she whimpered.
"Okay, lady, you asked for it," Skip laughed. The
novelty of the scene was getting to him, turning him on
immeasurably. He doubled his thumb under his other fingers
and thrust into her warm crotch, twisting his wrist as he
drove in so that his entire fist slid through the muscles
surrounding her vaginal canal. And he was in! He flexed his
fingers carefully inside the tight passageway--the slick
walls of her cunt vibrated beneath his fingertips and
clutched wildly at his hand. "Feel it? I've got my fist in
your cunt!" he whispered hoarsely. He pulled out slightly
and began stroking her with quick jabs of his arm. Barbara
had tensed as he sought entry to her hole, and forced
herself to relax so he could get in. She hadn't really
thought it possible--but it had happened--he was in her up
to the wrist! She could feel each one of his fingers like it
was a separate cock, probing and bunching at the entrance of
her womb. With a loud cry, she arched her back and drove her
hips at him, forcing his hand as far as it would go. She
felt a frantic wave of orgasm come crashing around her. Her
legs went limp, her body quaked as she pounded against his
fist. She could feel every part of her body, in her ears a
dull roaring drowned out the sound of her screaming, her
eyes blurred and shards of color danced before them.
"I'm cummmmmiinnnggg!" she squealed. "All over your
hand, oh God, I'm cumming! Help me! Stop! Stop! It's too
much! I can't stand it!" As she shuddered through her
orgasm, Skip withdrew his hand slowly...her cunt made a
squishing noise as he pulled out. As folds slipped together
and returned to normal size he stared at his hand again in
amazement. It was unreal that he had had his fist inside
that tiny hole. He looked down at his prick. It was
standing straight up and pulsing furiously--he could see the
blood flowing in the enlarged veins that stood out all over
the surface.
He brought his cock to the still dripping hole and
pressed in gently, feeling the puffy flesh give under his
pressure. "Ready for it now, baby?" he murmured. "Ready for
some fucking? I'm gonna really give it to ya. I know you
can take it now," he promised.
Barbara shivered as the smooth head of his cock probed
her cunt. She had been really turned on by the fist fuck.
The novelty and the wildness of it had made her cum
violently, but there was nothing like the feel of a hard
cock cleaving her opening! She smiled lasciviously at him
and opened her legs even wider, giving him a perfect target.
"Yeah, I'm ready!" she answered, matching his tone. "Give it
to me--hard and fast, lover! Fuck me like I was meant to be
fucked. Ram it into my cunt! I'm waiting for you. My
pussy's begging for it. Give it to me!" She drew in her
breath and held it as he stirred in her outer chambers, then
let out in a whoosh as he plunged suddenly into her depths.
Her flesh parted easily under his thrust, but closed around
his prick with the tenacity of rubber, enclosing him in a
vise of sticky flesh.
"God! It's still tight!" he grunted wonderingly as he
felt the action of her muscles. He had thought his fist
might have stretched her beyond repair, but her resilient
cunt snapped back into action like a spring. He fucked in
and out of her cuntal hole, feeling his balls squish against
her ass with each stroke. Her legs were wrapped around his
back and he suddenly raised them around his neck, pulling
her almost straight up against his prick. Her arms were
tight around his neck, too. He held her bent double against
him as he drove into her.
Barbara could hardly move in this position, but that
didn't matter as his prick hit new depths plumbing her canal
to the bottom. He thrust into her like a pile driver, in
mighty lunges. With every blow of his prong Barbara
shuddered violently, her cunt clutching at his smooth rod.
She could feel him all the way in her stomach. It felt like
he was fucking her guts! She tightened her legs and arms
around his neck and shook and shuddered under his pumping
penis, feeling her orgasm begin to sweep her in a series of
undulating waves, each one higher than the one before. She
was being buffeted by a sea of lust. Her body rolled with
the waves and surfaced, then rolled off again in a crashing
peak.
"O--uh--uh--uh! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! Oh...God, I'm
cumming again! Harder...don't stop...fuck me! Give it to
me! Cum in me--I WANT YOUR CUM: PLEASE...I'M CUMMING AGAIN,
FUCK ME!!" she screamed, not knowing or caring what she said
or did.
Skip gritted his teeth and hung onto the convulsing
body beneath him, never ceasing his relentless plunges into
her spasming flesh. He knew she was gripped in a series of
multiple orgasms. He could feel her cunt clasping and
unclasping on his prick as she flopped like a fish impaled
on a spear. He loved fucking her--he loved the fantastic
action of her active pussy on his cock, the smooth movement
of her hips beneath his changing to the jerks of orgasm.
"Get ready...I'm cumming," he warned. "Hold on. 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 much it
had taken out of him!
"Goddamn great fucking," Skip muttered. "You really
know how to ball. You're the best piece of ass I've ever
had, no shit!" He meant every word. He had been with some
horny chicks after his start with his sister and her
friend--but never had he had a grown woman at the peak of
her desires! He shook his head. No wonder they always said
an older woman was the best lay! He wondered how the hell a
guy her age would keep up with her. He was wearing out, and
he was only eighteen! A very experienced and mature
eighteen, but still a young boy with supposedly endless
sexual prowess. He sighed. He knew he could bring her off
again and again...with his tongue, his hands and his cock,
but he didn't want to wear himself out completely! He
figured she could take on another guy easy. Hell, she could
probably take on an army and come back for more! He felt the
thrill of pride in his insatiable mistress. He was proud of
her raging appetite as well as her luscious body. Had he had
realized that it was he who had unlocked her lust and
brought forth her insatiable appetite, he would have been
prouder still. But he didn't know that until yesterday she
had been a frigid woman, frozen by her uncaring husband and
inept lover. He had come along at exactly the right time
and opened a new world to her.
Barbara lay flat on the sand, her body glowing with the
warmth that only comes from being well-fucked. She reached
for Skip's hand and held it. Whatever happened, whatever
she did because of her new emotions, she would always be
grateful to him for showing her how it felt to be a woman.
She had found sexual release and satisfaction now. It
remained for her to learn to control her desires.
For a woman of thirty-five, at the height of her sexual
potential, to suddenly come from the cavern of frigidity
into the white hot light of sensuality was a little too
extreme--her mind had to catch up to her body. She knew that
she wanted sex constantly now. She had been deprived too
long, and her body was making up for lost time. She smiled
at her young lover, studying him covertly, reveling in the
sleek beauty of his firm bronze limbs, wishing he were hard
again and could fuck her some more.
She needed to be fucked steadily for a week, she
thought to herself, smiling. If Jason could see me now...or
my 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 and taking Buddy in her cunt at the same time.
"Well, if you're sure he won't mind us busting in like
this," Barbara said warily. She didn't know if she wanted
to meet another guy or not. Maybe he'd laugh at her for
being over thirty!
Her doubt must have shown on her face because Skip
laughed and stroked her hair. "He'll love you. Really!
Any guy would. You're a really beautiful lady! Come on and
get dressed. Wipe off some of the cum if you can--aw shit!
We need a towel to get all this! I must have cum a
bucketful!"
Laughing, the two dressed their sticky bodies in their
sandy clothes and piled in the car, Barbara driving.
"Where to?"
"Just go out the way we came in and turn left. He
lives about a mile down," Skip said. He leaned back in the
seat, letting the wind ruffle his long hair. He gazed
appreciatively at his mistress. She looked even more
beautiful with her red hair tangled and full of sand and her
cheeks flushed with sun and loving that she had before. He
leaned back, admiring the pretty picture she made as she
laughed happily at him.
"I don't even remember how we got here," she giggled.
"I was so hot for you I couldn't see straight!" She looked
at him fondly, her heart full of satisfaction and her mind
filled with plans.