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                 FREEWHEELING BARBARA TOYS WITH BOYS

                             Chapter Two

 The morning practice ride with  Annette had been uneventful. No, it
 had been boring. They only did six miles, because Annette's husband
 had to leave early, some meeting or something.

 Barbara did not  listen as Annette had given  her the details. They
 had passed numerous  youths on their way to  school as they peddled
 along.  She thought  many things  to herself,  but said  nothing to
 Annette. Once  at home, she slipped  into her swim suit  and jumped
 into the pool. That seemed to cleanse her of the lewd thoughts that
 had controlled her mind during their entire ride.

 Barbara Anderson  squirmed langorously in the  hot afternoon sun as
 she tried to decide whether a dip in the pool or a cool drink would
 be more  refreshing. She was  lying in her  back yard, letting  the
 sun's  rays bake  her as  she  weighed  the pros  and cons  of this
 decision. Her  normally quick mind  felt sluggish in  the heat, and
 she finally decided it would be too much effort to do either.

 "If it only  weren't so damn hot," she mused.  Really, this time of
 the  year it  was too  hot to  do anything  except lie  around. She
 sighed and turned  on her back, wincing as the  glare hit her eyes,
 feeling  the warmth  of the   sun as  an almost  physical presence.
 Barbara ran  her hands down  her body, flicking  the sweat away  in
 large  droplets, testing  to see  if she  were sufficiently greased
 with suntan lotion. She decided she could use some more, and rolled
 over to get  the bottle, pouring some in her  hand and beginning to
 massage it into her body in quick strokes.

 She was clothed in a very  brief bikini, one which she hadn't dared
 to  wear to  the beach  - a  mere two  scraps of  cloth around  her
 generous breasts  and hips, scarcely  containing their bounty.  She
 ran  her oiled  hand across  the tops  of her  exposed breasts  and
 shoulders, down  the sleek curve  of her belly  and over her  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 back yard.

 "Of  course,  it  is  very  private,"  she  mused, playing with the
 thought  and then  rejecting it  as too  dangerous. "Still, I could
 lower my straps." So thinking, she  untied the suit at her neck and
 removed  the  straps,  baring  her  chest  to  the sun, her breasts
 swelling upward,  only the nipples  covered. She ran  her hand over
 her body  again, admiringly, shivering  at the sensations  her lazy
 hand evoked.  She squinted around the  yard. It was as  if she were
 completely alone in the world -  the heat shimmered in the air, and
 no  sound  broke  the  stillness  of  the  afternoon. She smiled to
 herself as her hand continued  its journey over her body, spreading
 the oil in  a thin film and massaging it  deeply into her skin. She
 lay back and  relaxed, emptying her mind of  all but the sensations
 of her body.  Her hand moved with a will  of its own now, caressing
 her breasts lightly, rubbing her belly in rounded circles, touching
 her hips briefly in passing.

 One finger  slipped under the tiny  bit of cloth circling  her hips
 and  teasingly  touched  her  pubic  hair.  Barbara  gasped  at the
 contact, but did  not stop, only arching her  hips slightly to give
 her hand  freer rein. She  masturbated quite frequently,  trying to
 satisfy the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she could
 please herself far better than her ex-husband ever had.

 Or  anyone else,  Barbara mused,   her mind  jumping away  from the
 thought of  her spouse and  dwelling briefly on  her present lover,
 who had  not so far  gotten up the  nerve to do  more than kiss her
 good night. Except one ...  her thoughts strayed unwillingly to the
 one perfect sexual  encounter in her life -  an experience that had
 left her weak and shaking with  release. She tried to stop thinking
 about him, but the feelings evoked  by her hand were too strong and
 her  mind stayed  stubbornly fixed   on the  image of  her one-time
 lover.

 Tanned,  youthful, magnificent  young Jim.  Oh why  haven't you  at
 least  phoned  me,  Jim?  Am  I  just  an  old prune that you found
 interesting for  one lonely night? Is  that all I meant  to you? So
 you have your college coeds - you told me about them, remember? But
 don't you see? I love you, that's the difference.

 Those young  girls can't be to  you what I can  be to you! Remember
 what you said, cuddled in my arms? That you really didn't know what
 you would do after you graduated? I  can help you, Jim. Help you do
 anything you want.

 Anything you want. Oh, don't you  remember what you wanted to do to
 me that day? And did. I can never forget it.

 She remembered how his strong body  pumped in even strokes to enter
 her roughly, making her writhe and heave under him as she soared to
 the pinnacles of desire.

 Remembering, her  finger slipped inside  her bikini and  dug at her
 pubes.  She moaned  and opened  her legs,  letting the finger slide
 into  her   moist  canal.  Oblivious   to  anything  but   her  own
 recollections  of  lust  and  present  need,  she  fingered herself
 brutally,  hoping  to  giver  herself  the  release she needed. Her
 finger slipped easily into her cunt, sliding back and forth, around
 and around, sending twinges of pleasure through her nerves. Barbara
 closed her eyes  against the sun, feeling it  press against her. It
 was almost like being fucked by the  sun, she thought in a daze, as
 her body responded to her finger and  her hips began to buck up and
 down in the movements of  intercourse. Her lover's face swam before
 her eyes, behind  closed eyelids. She could see  his youthful face,
 contorted with  lust, as he had  plunged into her body,  giving her
 joy that she  hadn't known possible. She had  left the next morning
 and  had never  seen him  again. Barbara  Anderson mourned her lost
 lover  as she  masturbated frantically  in her  back yard, her body
 quaking with remembered lust. She  could feel her orgasm coiling in
 the pit of her stomach, ready to explode and flood her. She gritted
 her teeth  and slid another  finger into her  bikini, searching for
 the  extended nub  of her  clitoris. As  she touched  it, her  body
 shivered  and her  cunt poured  forth a  quantity of  pussy juices,
 drenching her fucking hand.

 "Oh ... fuck  ... fuck me, Jim ...  oh ... God! Fuck meee  ..." She
 strummed her clitoris  with her finger. Waves of  heat engulfed her
 as her hand sank deeper into  her cunt, probing the walls, scraping
 her insides and making her  shudder with orgasm. She bucked against
 his hand, imagining it to be  her young lover's prick, wishing with
 all her  heart that it  was. She needed  a man inside  her - a real
 man, not  a drunken lout like  her husband. She groaned  in dismay,
 feeling  her orgasm  subside  and  dissipate leaving  her strangely
 empty inside. She had cum - the physical motions had all been there
 - but something was missing.

 I need a man,  she thought to herself, lying in  her back yard, her
 legs  spread,  her  fingers  still  inserted  in  her cunt. She was
 exhausted, drained.  With a great  effort, she opened  her eyes and
 squinted  around,  wondering  dazedly  what  time  it was. Her eyes
 passed  over the  husky young   man standing  in the  doorway, then
 returned. She  stared at him  a minute in  complete horror, a  cold
 snake  of fear  hitting her  vitals at  the discovery. She wondered
 feverishly who he  was - for a minute, she  thought it was Jim, but
 it couldn't be ... and he was staring at her so oddly.

 God! she  though, he saw me  jerking off ... stood  right there and
 watched.  Suddenly realizing  that her  hand was  still inside  her
 pants, she jerked it out as if it burned her and hid it behind her,
 childishly.

 "Who  ... what  are you  doing here?  Who are  you?" she managed to
 croak, wishing  she could hide.  It was bad  enough to jerk  off in
 your  own yard  remembering the  past without  people coming  in to
 stare at you!

 She looked at the boy, trying to  arrange her features in a mask of
 severity as she demanded for him  to explain his presence. She drew
 herself up and  tried to regain her dignity.  Then she noticed that
 he wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying - he was just
 staring at her, a peculiar light in  his eyes. Her mind flew back -
 he was looking at her in the  exact same way her lover at the motel
 had, his eyes glued to her body. He started toward her.

 "Hey! What are you doing?" she called out. She looked at the boy in
 alarm, comparing  him inadvertently to  her other lover.  They were
 both about  the same age,  but this one  was larger, huskier,  with
 broad  shoulders that  were bronzed  from the  sun. He  had longish
 blond  hair that  curled around  his face  and blue  eyes that were
 probably intelligent when  not glazed with lust. For  that was what
 gave them their strange sheen - there was no mistaking it.

 Barbara  drew  back  as  the  boy  approached,  feeling  a  stab of
 excitement despite her fear. "I'll  scream if you don't leave," she
 promised. The boy didn't seem to notice - he walked over to her and
 stared  down  at  her,  his  body  casting  a  shadow over her. She
 squinted at him, trying to see his face against the sun.

 "What do  you want?" she  managed to croak,  her hand going  to her
 throat. God,  she thought. I'm  all alone. He'll  probably rape me.
 She  shifted her  weight, trying  to ignore  the pang  of lust that
 coursed through her at the lewd  thought. One part of her urged her
 to let him,  to open her thighs to this  stranger, welcoming him to
 her recesses.

 It'll be the  last time ... I need  it so bad ... no  one will ever
 know. No  - it's evil, perverted.  He's too young for  me -once was
 enough, her thoughts ran around and around. "Please," she murmured,
 looking up  at him. He  reached out his  hand in answer  and ran it
 over her breasts. "No, don't," she  breathed. The boy looked at her
 blankly and dropped his hand lower, gliding over her oily belly and
 resting  on her  raised pubic  mound. Through  a haze of confusion,
 Barbara felt  his fingers squeeze  her, tentatively at  first, then
 strongly.

 "Please, don't!  I'll give you  money. Please leave  me alone," she
 groaned, her body beginning to melt  at his touch. So strong ... if
 only I could ... God it would  be good to be fucked ... she thought
 crazily. "No ..." she murmured, willing herself to move, to jump up
 and  run. But  her body  refused to  move -  she felt  like she was
 weighed down  by a huge hand,  forcing her to remain  motionless as
 the strange boy  caressed her. She looked at  his crotch, which was
 even with her eyes, and shivered as she saw the bulge of his penis.
 She felt a  wild urge to see his  prick, to tear his pants  off and
 feast her eyes  on him. She rolled her  head aside, moaning weakly,
 knowing that  her body was  betraying her. The  boy glanced at  her
 face  momentarily  and  smiled,  then  plunged  his finger into her
 pants. She  groaned, her resistance  weakening as the  boy's finger
 slid into her pussy. It was still wet from her self-induced orgasm,
 and his digit slipped in easily.  "No," she said again, but the boy
 only grinned  at her and  sank his finger  in deeper. She  knew her
 protests sounded silly against the  evidence of her sopping crotch,
 which so eagerly sucked in his finger.

 "Who ... who  are you?" she gasped, her body  beginning to move his
 finger.

 "Skip.  I've seen  you around  a  lot,"  the boy  muttered. He  was
 staring at  his hand, now  immersed in her  cunt. He could  catch a
 glimpse of  his finger sliding in  and out of her  cuntlips, and he
 wanted to  see more. He pulled  her pants down with  his other hand
 and  watched his  fingers in  fascination, wondering  how her  cunt
 could  take it  so easily,  wondering how  his cock  would feel  in
 there.  He swallowed.  He had  been delivering  a package, and when
 there was no  answer, had walked through the  unlocked door. He had
 thought he  heard a voice in  the back, and had  followed the sound
 ... and had seen this beautiful woman jacking off in the open yard.
 After that, things  were a blur. His body had  taken over, and here
 he was, one hand deep in her cunt. And she was enjoying it - he had
 had just  enough girls to know  that! Her cunt was  sopping wet and
 was  grasping at  his finger  like a  clutching hand,  her face was
 flushed, and her breasts were heaving with her ragged breathing. He
 gently pulled down the top of  her suit and exposed her tits, never
 ceasing his fingering of her pussy.  He caught his breath as he saw
 her breasts -  they were big and sweetly formed,  rising to a point
 tipped with coral nipples that were  erected in lust. He dropped to
 one knee and lowered his head  to her breasts, sucking her tit into
 his mouth,  running his tongue  over the raised  nipple, rolling it
 between his teeth.

 "Oh," Barbara  gasped as the  sensation of a  wet mouth on  her tit
 engulfed her. "Suck it ..."

 Skip complied.  He pressed her  breasts together, bobbing  his head
 from one to the other, laving both her nipples with his tongue. His
 hand dug  deeper into her  crotch, her juices  making entrance even
 easier.

 Barbara wanted to see him. She wanted  to see his cock. She had to!
 She reached out  and unzipped his jeans, freeing  his erection. She
 gasped at  the size of  it. She would  have thought a  boy this age
 would have  an immature pecker, but  this one. She circled  it with
 her  hand lovingly,  staring at  it, looking  at his  pulsing shaft
 topped with a rosy head.  Blood pulsed through the distended veins,
 making it jump in her hand.  She stroked it cautiously, running her
 fingers up and down the shaft, delicately under the sensitive head,
 hearing the  boy groan as she  excited him. "Take off  your pants,"
 she said  hoarsely, scarcely recognizing  her own voice.  Gone were
 all scruples - she was an animal now, wanting only to give her body
 to  the male,  wanting him  inside her.  "Fuck me,"  she commanded.
 "Please ... oh please fuck me!"

 Skip hurriedly  shed his pants.  He didn't want  her to change  her
 mind, he thought looking at the lush body before him. This was like
 a dream -  wonderful dream. He  couldn't quite believe  that he was
 going to  fuck her ... but  he certainly wasn't going  to stop! Not
 now ...  not with his  dick hard as  an iron bar,  jerking with the
 need to bury itself in warm cunt.

 "Sure, lady ... I'll fuck you blind!" he promised, kneeling between
 her widespread legs. He pulled  her pants completely off and stared
 at her cunt. The lips were red  and swollen, and, as she spread her
 legs even wider, he could see the entrance to her pink-lined canal.
 The  hole was  pulsing slightly.  "God," he  whispered. He sank his
 finger into her again, then pulled it out.

 "Fuck me! Your  cock! Put it in! Stick  me!" moaned Barbara, aching
 with the need to be filled. She pushed her hips against his finger,
 grinding them in a circular motion, drawing his finger in up to the
 knuckle. "Put it in! Fuck me!" she said fiercely.

 Skip  poised his  cock at  the entrance  to her  womb, rubbing  his
 cockhead over her  slit, teasingly. She moaned as  the head hit her
 clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.

 "Now! Fuck  me now!" she  cried in anguish,  her whole body  tensed
 with desire. If  he doesn't put it in soon,  I'll die! she thought,
 her hips rising, trying to force him to enter her.

 Skip grinned  and lowered himself  carefully, the head  of his cock
 sliding between  her hot, wet  cuntlips, probing for  her canal. He
 thrust forward and slid into her completely, filling her, his balls
 squishing against her ass.

 "Ohhhhh ..." groaned Barbara. She  could feel his prick opening her
 insides, pushing aside her quivering  membranes, feeling like a red
 hot poker as  it burned its way into her  snatch. "It's sooo bigggg
 ... I can feel it in my stomach! Oh, baby ... fuck me," she moaned,
 twisting lewdly beneath him, seeking  to draw him even farther into
 her cunt.

 Skip smiled  down into the  flushed face of  the older woman,  then
 covered  her  mouth  with  his,  sucking  her  tongue into the warm
 cavity. As she groaned and writhed beneath him, he pounded steadily
 into her, twisting his hips on each  stroke to hit the walls of her
 cunt. She was sucking back  on his tongue now, frantically gurgling
 into his  mouth. He dropped his  head suddenly and captured  one of
 her tits, fastening his lips on the nipples and sucking.

 Barbara shivered violently as the  boy's tongue touched her tit. It
 hardened and thrust into his mouth like a tiny penis, begging to be
 sucked. Fire shot  through her veins and she  bucked up against the
 boy. "More! Harder!"  she cried, wrapping her long  legs around him
 and straining against him. "Deeper, fuck me deeper!"

 Skip thought he was about as deep as  he could go - he felt like he
 was in a bottomless burning pit.  His balls slapped against her ass
 with each stroke. He loved the way she was using her cunt - muscles
 clamped on his cock like tiny fingers, milking him, making him want
 to shoot his load. But he held back, gaining even more pleasure the
 longer he waited, watching her flop beneath him, hearing her hoarse
 voice  exhort him  to more.  He  felt  wildly triumphant  - he  had
 conquered this beautiful woman without a word - with only his cock!
 He  could feel  her hot  juices bathing  his plunging dick, showing
 plainly her answering lust.

 "Beautiful," he muttered against her breast. "Beautiful, lady."

 Barbara's hips ground even more  furiously, rising and falling with
 his strokes,  twisting and churning  against him. With  each stroke
 she  gasped in  delight, feeling  her body  bounce with  the force.
 Sweat poured from  her as thrill after thrill  coursed through her.
 She  felt faint  with the  force of  her lust,  and spots  of light
 danced behind her  closed eyelids. She was riding  the crest of her
 orgasm, every jab of his  cock bringing her nearer to fullfillment.
 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  you cum!" she mumbled,  pulling him against her,  her hips
 still  twitching  under  his.  He  fell  against  her, panting with
 exertion, his penis  buried deep in her still  jerking weakly as it
 spurted the last big drop of 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  back yard in broad daylight,  stark naked, clasping an
 equally naked body  in her arms. Anybody could  see her, could come
 in like he had!

 "Oh!" she cried  sharply. "Get up! Get off  me!" She squirmed under
 him, trying to push his heavy body from her.

 "Hey, what's wrong?" the boy asked, holding her down and looking at
 her. "What's the matter?"

 "You've got to go! Hurry up! Now," Barbara said frantically.

 "Why? You sure didn't want me  to leave a minute ago!" Skip lowered
 his head and licked lazily at her sweat-covered breasts, making her
 gasp and move against him.

 No,  Barbara thought.  It isn't  possible. Stop  it! Her body still
 wanted  more!  She  pushed  at  the  boy  again.  "Go away, please,
 somebody might come and see us," she pleaded.

 "Expecting anybody?" Skip asked, his head gliding lower.

 "No, but ... please don't! This  is all wrong!" Barbara moaned. She
 didn't know  what to do  - her body,  so long deprived  of sex, was
 responding again to his touch.

 "What the hell?  Don't worry about it. No one's  gonna come in, and
 we're  just getting  started! I'm  still hot  for you,  lady, and I
 betcha you are, too. Just lie back and enjoy it!"

 Barbara relaxed.  There was nothing  else to do.  She was too  weak
 with longing to move except feebly  - and all her instincts were to
 draw the boy to her, not  push him away! She sighed 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 sac. She held
 them gently, stirring  them. Her slobber wet his  cock and ran over
 her chin and down her neck. She swallowed and gulped, trying not to
 choke as his  cock battered into her throat.  She could feel orgasm
 bubbling in her.  She rubbed her cunt into  his face, mutely urging
 him to suck harder, to bring her cum.

 Skip did. His face was buried  in her cunt. He could hardly breathe
 through the overwhelming odor of excited pussy ... and he loved it!
 He loved the way her cunt grabbed  at his tongue, trying to pull it
 in  deeper. He  loved the  smell, the  taste of  pussy cum,  and he
 sucked even harder, drawing it all  in his mouth. His teeth clamped
 on her clitoris  and he began strumming the  excited organ with his
 tongue,  clasping  it  firmly  when  it  tried  to retreat into its
 sheath. Barbara churned against him.

 He  slipped one  hand under  her bucking  ass and  searched for her
 asshole. She tensed  as she realized what he was  going to do, then
 relaxed as feeling swept her. She didn't care ... she had never had
 her asshole violated, but she didn't care! She wanted his finger in
 there! She  took a deep breath  around his penis and  began probing
 for his  asshole, too. At  the same time  both fingers found  their
 marks. As  his digit invaded  her tiny shithole,  hers shot up  his
 ass! She gasped as the new sensation  hit her - it felt like a tiny
 red hot poker was reaming her out, stabbing into her vitals!

 She groaned and rammed her finger up him to the knuckle, turning it
 from side to side, screwing his ass! She gobbled his prick, feeling
 it  harden between  her lips,   swelling as  his cum  threatened to
 burst. She drew her lips over her teeth, making a ridge, and jacked
 up and down  the length of his shaft, twirling  her tongue over the
 head  on each  stroke. She  knew he  was very  near orgasm now. She
 gulped eagerly, wanting  to feel the hot flood of  his sperm in her
 throat.

 Skip pounded  into her mouth, his  mind a blur of  intense feeling.
 Her  finger in  his shithole  massaged his  prostate, sending sharp
 twinges of desire through him. He could feel her other hand cupping
 his  balls, squeezing  them gently,  urging his  cum. He  stuck his
 tongue full length  up her vaginal canal, wanting  to bring her off
 at the same time. He could feel her legs clamped around his neck in
 a stranglehold, and he  knew by the way they  were shaking that her
 orgasm was near.  He caught her jumping clitoris  between his teeth
 and bit down fairly hard. Ordinarily  this would cause pain, but at
 this point it merely added to her lust, hastening her cum.

 Come on, baby, he thought. Cum in my fucking face, I can't hold off
 much  longer. Come  on ...  let me  taste you  cum! He  stabbed his
 finger in and out of her ass.

 Barbara felt herself  cumming. The waves of orgasm  swept over her,
 making her shake and shudder.  Her pussy convulsed, sending forth a
 thick stream of  cunt juice, filling the boy's  mouth with her cum.
 She  bucked against  him, her  body gone  berserk with passion. Her
 mouth clamped on his prick, and  she sucked with all her might. She
 needed his semen flooding her mouth.  She knew she would spasm even
 harder when his 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
 boy came. He spurted wildly into her open mouth, his pecker jumping
 with the force  of the orgasm that ripped through  him. He came and
 came ... gob  after gob of thick, gooey sperm  gushed from the head
 of his prick, splattering into her  mouth, hitting the walls of her
 throat.

 Barbara gulped  wildly, swallowing the  creamy sperm her  own final
 cum convulsing  her. She sucked  and sucked, drawing  every drop of
 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.