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                 FREEWHEELING BARBARA TOYS WITH BOYS

                            Chapter Seven

 Barbara wearily pulled  her car into the driveway.  She had dropped
 Skip back  at the store and  came straight home, promising  to meet
 him the  next day. She wondered  what his boss had  thought when he
 came in after four hours, disheveled, reeking of sex and pot.

 "Oh  well, he's  a fast  talker. He'll  get over  it," she  assured
 herself, parking the car and walking  into the house. She hoped she
 could get  upstairs and clean up  before her son or  his friend saw
 her, but  one of the boys  was coming downstairs as  she opened the
 front door. He stopped dead and stared at her.

 "Hi.  It is  Steve, isn't  it?" Barbara  said lamely,  aware of her
 messed up hair and sweat stained  bikini. She was carying her green
 dress on one arm and she held  it in front of her, covering some of
 the ravages. "Where's Jerry?"

 "Uh, he  went to the store,  Mrs. Anderson," the young  man replied
 nervously. "I'm expecting a call from  my mom, so I stayed here. He
 said to tell you he'd be back in an hour or so."

 "Well, that's fine  dear. Just make yourself at  home. I'm going to
 freshen up a  bit. I've been at the beach  all day," she explained,
 feeling a need to justify her appearance to the man who was staring
 at her. She  flushed, feeling his eyes go over  her, resting on her
 partially covered breasts and sliding away in embarrassment.

 "Sure, nice to meetcha," he said  hurriedly. They were face to face
 at the  bottom of the stairs  and he turned sideways  to let her go
 by, flattening against the wall.

 Barbara smiled at him in a dignified fashion and passed by him. Her
 chest brushed his, and he blushed beet red at the contact.

 "Ah,  uh, I'll  just go  outside and  take a  swim," he gasped, not
 looking  at her  as he  sidled by.  Barbara stood  stock still, not
 believing the  flash of lust  that swept her  body at the  involun-
 tary  contact. My  God, she  thought severely.  Don't you  ever get
 enough?  Screwing  all  afternoon   and  still  wanting  more?  She
 chastised  herself: You're  nothing but  a perverted  old woman ...
 God, this man is as young as your son! And you promised not to have
 anything  to  do  with  him!  She  took  a  deep  breath and walked
 upstairs, not  looking back. If  she had, she  would have seen  her
 son's friend  still standing at  the foot of  the stairs, his  eyes
 glued to the sway of her buttocks.

 Holy  cow! he  thought. Jerry  didn't tell  me his  mom looked like
 that! He followed her with his eyes.  He was still a virgin, but he
 had two older brothers who had  told him all about their conquests,
 and he could hardly  wait to begin. I wonder - naw  - she's a grown
 lady. And Jerry's mom! But she sure is beautiful. He heard the door
 slam upstairs and turned away  sighing, knowing he wouldn't see any
 more for a while. He went out  to the pool, trying to put the sight
 out of  his mind, trying  to forget the  sexy sway of  those barely
 covered  buttocks. His  penis was  stirring in  his trunks,  and he
 sighed loudly, wishing he were older and could get into those white
 pants. I wouldn't have a chance  he told himself. She wouldn't even
 think about  a kid like  me. He dove  into the pool,  reviewing the
 luscious curves in his mind.

 Barbara was  taking a shower, letting  the hot water wash  away all
 traces  of sand  and semen.  She moaned  voluptuously as  the water
 kneaded her  tired muscles and soothed  away the red marks  left by
 Buddy and  Skip's fingers, restoring  her flesh to  its normal pink
 sheen. She soaped her breasts  admiringly, noting how her resilient
 flesh  bounded  back  into  shape.  She  had  thought  she would be
 squashed flat!  She laughed gaily,  going over every  detail of the
 afternoon  in  her  mind.  At  last  she  emerged from the steamimg
 shower,  her   body  glowing  with  remembered   lust  and  present
 satiation.

 "That  should do  it," she  crowed silently,  wrapping herself in a
 huge  towel.  "I  shouldn't  want  any  sex  for  a while!" She had
 conveniently forgotten  her reaction to  Steve's involuntary touch.
 She  threw  a  robe  around  herself  and  padded downstairs to the
 kitchen, taking a  cold drink from the refrigerator  and sipping it
 thirstily.  She was  hungry too,  she decided,  and made  herself a
 sandwich.

 She munched thoughtfully,  looking out the window to  the pool. She
 could see Jerry's little friend vigorously swimming back and forth,
 and she smiled to herself at his innocent fun. Her smile changed to
 a gasp as the boy climbed from the pool. He was stark naked, having
 discarded his trunks, and his pecker stood straight up like a sword
 rising from  the base of  his belly. She  clutched the window  sill
 with both  hands, feeling a tide  of warmth envelop her  stomach at
 the sight of his penis.

 "Oh no," she whispered to herself. "Not again ... not now!" But her
 body continued to burn inflamed by  the sight of an erect dick. She
 pressed her legs together, trying  to stop the tormenting itch, but
 knew it  was no use. Once  she was in the  grip of lust she  was no
 longer responsible for  her actions. As if in  a dream, she watched
 him  as  he  lay  back  on  the  patio,  his  dick  standing up. He
 surrounded it with both hands and began to jerk it slowly.

 "How can he? Right here in my  house! How does he know I won't come
 downstairs?" she  asked herself wildly,  her lips parting  as if to
 drink in  the sexy scene. Her  hand slipped under her  robe and she
 stroked  the moist  cunt, sliding  her finger  into her  groove and
 tickling  her clit.  "No, this  is wrong.  He's young  ... he's too
 innocent  to  know  what  he's  doing,"  she  told herself, already
 walking outside,  the ache in  her twat drawing  her to him  like a
 magnet. She stood above him, staring down, her lips pursed in an O.
 He didn't see her. He was intent  on what he was doing, rubbing his
 prick between his fingers, a half smile on his tender lips.

 "Ah," Barbara  breathed involuntarily. Steve  heard her and  looked
 up, consternation crossing his features.

 "Mrs. Anderson!" he cried, covering himself with his hands.

 "No, don't stop," the sex-crazed woman breathed.

 He noticed that her robe hung  open and she was stark naked beneath
 it, her big tits swelling free. His eyes traveled down her body and
 he saw  her red thatch of  hair, with one of  her fingers buried in
 it! He  gulped noisily, wondering what  to do now. He  had never in
 his  wildest dreams  imagined a  beautiful woman  standing over him
 while he jerked off, her hand sunk in her own snatch.

 "Gosh," he breathed, staring at her.  "Wow!" his gaze was locked on
 her reddish pussy. As he watched,  she spread her legs slightly and
 opened the lips of her cunt, revealing the juicy interior.

 "Have  you ...have  you ever  seen a  cunt before,  Steve?" Barbara
 asked, her voice hoarse. She  felt an electric thrill of excitement
 at  exposing  herself  to  the  boy,  watching  his eyes glaze with
 desire.

 "No ...  no, ma'am, just  in pictures," the  boy stuttered. "Can  I
 ..." he stopped. She's probably just teasing me, he thought. And if
 I do anything  she'll kick me  out. He was  confused. He had  never
 heard of a woman doing things like this one was doing.

 Barbara knelt beside him, her tits dangling in his face. "These are
 my titties, Steve," she murmured to  him, cupping them in one hand.
 "Would you  like to feel them?  They're soft and nice.  You'll like
 the way they feel," she urged.

 "Yes.  Yes I  would," Steve  said boldly,  burning his  bridges. He
 wanted  to  feel  her  up.  He  didn't  care  what  happened to him
 afterwards.  He wasn't  going to  miss this  opportunity to touch a
 real  live woman.  He stretched  out one  hand and  ran it over the
 curved surface of the offered breast.

 "Squeeze the  nipples, dear. Tweak  them in your  fingers," Barbara
 whispered to the boy. He complied, and she groaned at the fire that
 ran through her veins. "Suck them, honey, kiss my tits. You'll like
 that, baby ... sucking my tits."  She moaned as his lips clamped on
 her turgid nipple and drew it into his hot mouth. He sucked wildly,
 bobbing  his head  back and  forth between  her breasts, laving the
 tits  with his  raspy tongue.   Barbara shivered  and lay  back, no
 longer caring if it were wrong or not. It's my duty, she thought in
 confusion. Teach him about sex - no  one will know - I'll make sure
 he doesn't tell  Jerry. Oh, God. I'm evil and  perverted but I have
 to have it. I want him to stick  his finger up me and bring me off.
 I want his dick in me.

 "Steve,  look at  my cunt,  Steve," she  commanded. The boy stopped
 sucking  her nipples  and they   stood straight  up, cooled  by the
 sucking they  had had but  craving more. She  held her fleshy  twat
 open with her  hands and directed his gaze to  the pit of pleasure.
 "That's my  pussy, dear ... Why  don't you stick your  finger in it
 and see how it feels. You'll like it. All boys do." She squirmed on
 the patio floor, raising her hips so Steve could see her fully.

 "Golly -  it's all wet!"  Steve said. He  was kneeling forward  and
 peering  up  into  her  twat  with  the greatest concentration. His
 forefinger  stroked along  the fat  lips and  diddled in  the outer
 chambers.

 "That means I want  you - it means my cunt wants  to be filled up,"
 Barbara wheezed. She didn't know if she were explaining it right or
 not. Her  body was on  fire and  she  had to have  something in her
 twat. "Put your finger in!"  she snapped suddenly. "Don't be afraid
 - it  won't  bite!  Shove  your  finger  into  my  cunt, Steve!" He
 hesitated and she grasped his wrist and pushed his finger into her,
 sighing. "There! Now pull it in and out, twist it around in there!"

 Steve felt  the squishy flesh  engulf his finger.  It seemed to  be
 sucking at  it! With more  enthusiasm he pumped  his finger in  and
 out, watching it disappear into the  pink hole. "That's where I put
 my  thing,  isn't  it,  Mrs.  Anderson?"  he  asked innocently. "In
 there?"

 "Yes, darling ... your cock. That's where you put your cock - in my
 cunt," Barbara  muttered, her hips  twisting under his  finger. The
 thought that she  was corrupting him had ceased  to bother her. Now
 it turned  her on! She thought  of herself as a  fat spider, luring
 young men into the web of  her twat, and the perverted thought made
 her groan with lust. "Go on, Stevie, put it in. Put your cock in my
 cunt! And then you can fuck me, darling."

 Steve knelt between her thighs uncertainly. He knew what to do. His
 brothers had told him, and the guys at school had laughed about it,
 and he had seen pictures. But  actually doing it was far different!
 He held  his pecker in  his hand and  pointed it at  the gaping wet
 mouth of her pussy.  "I - would you help me? I'm  not sure ... I've
 never done this before," he said miserably.

 "Oh, darling  ... here, I'll  help you," Barbara  said. She reached
 out, guiding his  dick to her steamy hole. "Just  put it where your
 finger was  and move it back  and forth like you  did your finger,"
 she crooned,  incredibly turned on  by the thought  of taking on  a
 virgin. She held herself in check,  not wanting to scare him with a
 thrashing display of lust. Let him  get in first, she told herself,
 opening her hole for him with one hand and guided his turgid pecker
 with the other.

  "Aaaaaaggghhh," Steve  groaned as the  head of his  pecker slipped
  into  her  cunt.  It  was  incredible,  feeling  her  hot cuntlips
  grasping his  pecker, drawing him into  her hole. With a  grunt he
  thrust  forward,  his  hips  taking  the  sexual  motion as second
  nature. He sliced into her hot cunt, cleaving her passageway until
  he felt  his balls smash against  her ass, then drew  it out again
  and pushed it forward. In and out. In and out.

 "I'm fucking!" he yelled. "I'm doing it! I'm fucking your cunt!" He
 could  feel his  cum trying  to  flood  the tube  of his  penis and
 resolutely restrained himself. He knew that girls didn't want a guy
 to cum immediately.  They wanted to ride the dick  for a while. And
 he wanted  to keep Mrs. Anderson  happy. This was a  thousand times
 better than jacking off, and he wanted to do again - and again! And
 he knew he couldn't make her mad  by cumming too soon, or she might
 not want to do it anymore!

 "That's it!" Barbara called encouragingly.  She allowed her hips to
 go  with his  motion, adding  a  twist  or two  along the  way. She
 figured he was probably having trouble controlling himself, and she
 wanted to help him out as much as she could. She bucked her hips up
 to his  and rolled with him,  feeling his pecker zip  in and out of
 her hole.  It felt small  compared to Skip's  and Buddy's, but  she
 rode  it for  all she  was worth.  And the  mental stimulation  was
 terrific  - she  was almost   cumming just  from the  perversity of
 seducing such a  young man. "Fuck me, Steve!"  she called. "Give it
 to me hard!"

 Steve grunted with the effort not to cum. His hands were clamped on
 her  tits, using  them as  handles, and  he flailed  back and forth
 between  her  hot  thighs.  He  could  feel  her  cunt clasping and
 unclasping around  his pecker, and  suddenly it grabbed  him really
 hard, squeezing him  unmercifully. He felt his cum  rising and knew
 there was nothing he could do about it.

 "I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into her cunt. He felt her start
 to shake under  him and wondered if she were  having a fit, but his
 mind  was blocked  by the  roar of  orgasm. His  tight little balls
 lifted and blew,  shooting his thick young semen  into her spasming
 hole.  He felt  like it  was gushing  out of  his guts. He couldn't
 remember  cumming like  this when   he jacked  off! "Oh  ... what's
 happening? It won't  stop, ohhh!" Steve fell against  her, his hips
 still pumping weakly as he shot wad after wad into her.

 Barbara was still  shaking from her first orgasm.  She knew that if
 Steve  had been  more experienced   he could  have brought  her off
 several more times, but she wouldn't  trade this tide of virgin cum
 for  the  world!  She  shivered  as  she  felt  the  endless  flood
 splattering  into her  cunt, clinging  to the  slick walls like hot
 grease, filling her to the brim. She  put her arms around him as he
 collapsed  on  her  chest,  smoothing  his  hair, running her hands
 lasciviously over his slim young hips. Mine ... she thought lewdly.
 I have his  first cum in  a woman. It's  in me now,  I can feel  it
 sloshing in my cunt. She squeezed her cunt together, trying to hold
 his penis in, but it slipped out  with a plop, trailing a stream of
 semen.

 "Oh, Mrs.  Anderson! Wow -  it was great!"  Steve mumbled into  her
 neck. He was drained but happy!  He hadn't noticed the looseness of
 her cunt. It was his first, and he thought he had had the best fuck
 in the world. How it could be any better he couldn't imagine.

 Barbara  lay back.  Her cunt  was still  burning. She  needed a lot
 more. But she didn't want to force  him. She wanted him to rest and
 think about his first fuck for a minute before she tried again. She
 slid out  from under him  and headed for  the pool. As  she slipped
 into the  cool water, some  measure of sanity  returned. She looked
 back at the man and noticed how  young he was, and it horrified her
 now instead of exciting her.

 "God!  What have  I done!?"  she murmured,  diving under the water.
 "He'll tell Jerry.  Oh, Lord, I've got to put  a stop to this right
 now!" The cool water entered cunt,  washing out the thick sperm and
 refreshing  her hot  insides,  diminishing  her desires.  She could
 still  feel her  lust coiled  in the  pit of  her stomach, ready to
 spring, but it was quiet now, and she intended to take advantage of
 the fact.  She swam to  the side of  the pool and  got out quickly,
 skirting the boy. He looked at her sleepily.

 "I'll see you later, darling,"  she murmured. "Now don't tell Jerry
 or anybody. I've got some things to  do. You guys go out for supper
 or something.  I'll leave you  some money. It  was really wonderful
 ... but don't tell anybody!" She  looked at him fiercely, trying to
 impress the importance of this on his mind.

 "Oh,  I won't,  not even  Jerry! I  guess you  wouldn't want him to
 know!" Steve laughed  a little. "But you will let  me play with you
 some more, fuck you again, won't  you? I'm going home tomorrow." He
 looked at her wistfully as Barbara's  heart leapt in relief. If she
 could just  make it till  tomorrow. "Jerry wants  to go over  to my
 place for a couple of days."

 "I  thought you  didn't have  any place  to go  for break," Barbara
 said, confused. Surely Jerry had said ...

 "Oh no.  I was going home,  but Jerry wanted me  to come visit, and
 now  he wants  to go  to my  house," Steve  said glibly, frowning a
 little. "Maybe I  can change his mind. I'd  sure rather stay here!"
 He grinned at her confidingly, reaching up to touch her.

 Barbara moved  back quickly. "No,  you better go  home. Your mother
 probably wants  to see you."  she babbled, wondering  why Jerry had
 lied to her about Steve's situation. "I'll see you before you leave
 - maybe  we'll  have  a  chance.  I  don't  really  know," she said
 quickly, striding off without looking  back. She didn't want to see
 the boy's expression. She might relent, and that would be fatal!

 It  was late  that night.  Barbara had  dressed and  gone out - and
 stayed out,  sitting at one  bar after another,  not wanting to  go
 home. Several  men tried to  pick her up,  but she was  repelled by
 their  leering faces  and sagging   bodies and  waved them  away in
 disgust. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore, and returned home.

 "They'll be asleep by now," she  told herself as she let herself in
 quietly and mounted  the stairs. "I'll get up  early in the morning
 and stay away until I'm sure they're  gone. If I can just have some
 time  to myself,  I know  I'll solve  this before  Jerry comes home
 gain. I'll get married, see a psychiatrist - something. But I can't
 think if  I have to see  them. I want them  too much! Oh God  - I'm
 abnormal ... nobody  else feels like this. I've  never heard of any
 mother lusting after her son, except in books. And this is real ...
 too  real." She  went into  her  room  and shut  the door  quietly,
 noticing that there was no light under Jerry's door. She breathed a
 sigh of relief and began unhooking  her dress, stripping to bra and
 garter belt  in the dark.  She had worn  a bra for  protection. She
 didn't usually use  one, but tonight she had  donned all her armor.
 She had on bra, slip, hose and  garter belt. She didn't turn on the
 light,  knowing that  she might  inadvertently see  her body and be
 aroused. She had come to terms with her overwhelming sexuality, and
 her only thoughts were to keep it  at bay. She was turning down her
 bed and and preparing to don a  robe to go to the bathroom when she
 heard the doorknob  turn. Her heart stopped. A  dark figure slipped
 into the room and stood facing her.

 "Mrs.  Anderson. It's  me Steve,"  a small  voice whispered. "I was
 afraid you weren't  gonna come home - and I  wouldn't see ya again,
 like  you promised."  There was  a hint  of petulance  in the boy's
 tone.

 "Steve - ssshhh!" Barbara whispered frantically. "Jerry."

 "Dead to the world," Steve said  complacently. He walked up to her,
 his eyes  adjusting to the  dark, and ran  his hands over  her hips
 boldly.  "What have  you got   on?" he  asked curiously,  his hands
 finding the straps  of the garter belt and  playing with them, then
 dipping  lower. Barbara  gasped as  his fingers  brushed her  pubic
 bush.

 "No! No, go away," she muttered, wrenching free. "You mustn't!"

 "Why not? We did this  afternoon," Steve said reasonably. "I've got
 some things I want to try. I was looking at some pictures."

 Barbara groaned inwardly at the remembrance of the filthy pictures.
 "Steve,  I was  carried away,"   she said  earnestly. "You  have to
 forget  about this  afternoon. Believe  me, it's  best. You're  too
 young for me. It's all wrong."

 "You didn't think  so before," Steve persisted. He  sounded like he
 was about to cry, and Barbara's heart melted.

 "No, no, Steve. I enjoyed it, really."

 "Then why can't we do it some  more?" Steve burst out. "You said we
 would. I stayed  up waiting for you! You've just  gotta help me ...
 my cock's hard  and it hurts, Mrs. Anderson,  really, it does. It's
 been hard all  night and I've gotta -"  Steve babbled incoherently,
 his head buried in Barbara's stomach. His hot breath fanned against
 her skin, and  her nerves crawled. She didn't know  what to do, she
 was determined  not to have sex  with the boy again,  but he was so
 unhappy. If  she turned him down  he'd think it was  because of the
 size of  his cock and  he might be  scarred for life!  Besides, her
 insides were melting with longing to touch him just one more time.

 "All right, ssshhh. We have to be  very quiet. But this is the last
 time, you hear me? And you must never tell a living soul!"

 Steve nodded happily and followed her to the bed. He was willing to
 agree to  anything to get into  her pussy again. She  turned on the
 bedside lamp  and stretched langorously  in the dim  glow, her body
 showing in sharp relief.

 "Wow," he breathed, looking at  her. He had forgotten how beautiful
 she was. Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra, forcing them
 upward in rich  curves, spilling from the top of  the cups, and her
 hips  were  encircled  by  a  black  lace  garter  belt, black silk
 stockings on her sleek legs. He  could see her red bush peeping out
 of the  front of the  garter belt, with  a suggestion of  the inner
 lips  peeking  through.  "Would  you  -  take  off  your  bra, Mrs.
 Anderson?" he asked. "But leave that other thing on? I like it." He
 was dressed only  in a bathrobe, and he let  that fall to the floor
 and stood before  her nude, his eager young  prick jutting from his
 stomach. She smiled at him and  slowly unhooked her bra, letting it
 free  her big  breasts. She  dropped it  on the  bed and cupped her
 hands under her tits, rubbing them thoughtfully.

 "What is it you wanted to try, dear?" she asked, spreading her legs
 lewdly so that he could see her  cunt. "Would you like to put it in
 my mouth and have me suck it for you?"

 Steve nodded dumbly. He was mesmerized by the wet place between her
 legs,  his hands  drawn to  it like  a magnet.  He thrust  his hand
 between her legs and stuck his finger up her, whirling it around in
 the sticky softness.  "Sit on the bed," he  muttered hoarsely. "And
 I'll put it in your mouth."

 Barbara complied,  sitting on the edge  of the bed and  licking her
 lips,  looking at  his cock  avidly. "If  you like," she whispered.
 "You can kiss me down there, too.  Men really love to do that, kiss
 a girl's cunt  while she sucks their  cock! Why don't you  try it?"
 She squirmed in anticipation, wondering if she could get him to eat
 her. She knew there was often an initial resentment to the act. Her
 husband had never lapped her cunt! "If you do, I'll do anything you
 want," she promised. "I love it when a man sucks my cunt ... please
 do it!"

 Steve  looked at  her doubtfully.  He didn't  particularly want  to
 stick his  face there -  but, if it'd  keep her happy,  and get her
 mouth on his cock ... He stretched out beside her, his face next to
 her twat, his hips by her  head, and carefully opened her cunt with
 his fingers, looking into the depths. Now that he was here, he grew
 excited at the notion of sucking  her. She looked so beautiful down
 there, the  black garter belt against  the white of her  thighs and
 the auburn bush of her pubic hair.  He gazed into the depths of her
 cunt, looking into the pink-lined hole.

 "Kiss  it, darling!"  Barbara cried,  squirming her  hips. She felt
 that if he didn't do something soon she'd go crazy.

 Steve looked at  the fat lips close up; it  looked like a mouth! He
 pursed his lips and advanced his  mouth to her cunt. She could feel
 his hot breath on her wet twat ... closer, closer, his tongue stuck
 out like a  snake and darted into her hot  box. Barbara moaned. The
 feeling was fantastic! The tentative  touch of the boy's tongue was
 really turning her on. He stuck it in there, sliding it up and down
 the groove, opening her cunt with his fingers.

 "That's it! Oooo! Lick my hole!  Stick your tongue in my slit! Yes!
 Yes! Oh God, I'm going insane.  Lick it in and out, honey!" Barbara
 moaned, trembling  under the boy's  tongue. He was  getting into it
 now,  plunging his  tongue into  her depths  like a miniature cock,
 tongue-fucking  her furiously.  "Now suck!  Suck it  all into  your
 mouth!" Barbara instructed, looking down past her breasts, watching
 the boy's dark head dip into her twat. He covered her entire snatch
 with  his mouth  and drew  it in  with a  loud gurgling  noise. His
 wandering  tongue inadvertently  hit her  clit and  her body shook.
 Steve was a quick learner. He returned to the nub of flesh that had
 produced such a  reaction and clamped his mouth  on it, tickling it
 with his tongue.

 "Oh  God!"  Barbara  screamed,  muffling  her  voice in the pillow.
 Incredible flashes  of feeling shot  through her as  the boy sucked
 her  clit. Then  she felt  him raise  his head.  "Don't stop!"  she
 hissed in panic. "Please ... that's great, do it some more and I'll
 cum in your mouth!"

 Steve rubbed her clit with his  fingers and said calmly, "Would you
 take my cock  in your mouth now, Mrs. Anderson?  I'll suck you good
 if you will."  As if to demonstrate, he lowered  his head again and
 rasped his tongue over the tender nub of flesh.

 "Oh, oh  yes, I'm sorry,  I forgot," Barbara  bubbled, reaching for
 his small  pecker. As her  hand enfolded it  lovingly, she wondered
 how  she could  have possibly  forgotten it.  It was  so smooth, so
 excited,  with the  veins pulsing  with excitement.  She formed her
 lips into  an O and slipped  them over the head,  sucking gently on
 the mushroom cap, licking the exposed  nerves under the edge of the
 cap. Slowly, she sucked the whole  shaft into her mouth, right down
 to  the balls.  As her  nose buried  itself in  his pubic hair, she
 sniffled deeply, inhaling the musky  odor of sex, and gently cupped
 his balls  in her hand.  Pulling him atop  her, she positioned  her
 lips so  he could fuck down  into her mouth, using  it like a cunt.
 She  felt his  pecker hit  the  back  of her  throat, tickling  her
 palate, and she loosened her throat muscles to let him enter.

 Steve had kept almost still as his pecker sank into the warm cavern
 of Barbara's mouth. It was an entirely new sensation. He could feel
 her teeth scraping  gently at his flesh as her  lips pulled him in.
 He moaned and fucked down into  her wet mouth, feeling the softness
 of her  throat give way  under his thrust.  Her hand was  under his
 balls, squeezing gently, probing the  sensitive area at the base of
 his  prick. And  one finger  was curved  up the  crack of  his ass,
 probing. He  felt the scratch  of her fingernail  as she found  his
 youthful bum  hole and pressed.  His flesh resisted,  then gave way
 and her finger shot into his rear, massaging his prostate.

 "Aaaggghhh!"  he grunted  into her  cunt. The  smell of her arousal
 filled his  nostrils as he dug  his face into her  snatch. His busy
 tongue cleaned out her canal, slurping  up the juice as fast as she
 made it. He tasted the hot salty fluid and loved it. He realized it
 was her equivalent of cum, and  he slurped the thick fluid happily.
 He could  feel her whole  cunt vibrating against  his mouth as  she
 gushed, her twat grabbed at his tongue and squeezed it like a hand,
 sending thrill after thrill through  him. He was really aroused now
 ...  his cock  was pumping  in and  out of  her mouth  like a  pile
 driver, flashing between her lips.

 Barbara's cheeks caved in as she  sucked the boy's cock. She was in
 the throes of  orgasm now, her cunt spasming  and gushing, her skin
 crawling  as  her  muscles  rippled  and  knotted with cumming. She
 sucked avidly at the dick in her mouth, wriggling her finger in his
 little  asshole,  prodding  him  to  cum.  She  wanted to taste his
 youthful semen - she wanted to feel it gushing down her throat.

 Steve  tensed. His  marble-shaped balls  lifted and  hardened, then
 collapsed, shooting a  gush of sperm through his  jerking cock into
 Barbara's mouth. Her finger in his asshole was like a red hot wand,
 stirring his prostate, massaging the back of his prick, forcing him
 to cum. He  twisted into her face and lay  still, screwing his cock
 in  one final  turn as  his cum  burst from  the head,  filling her
 mouth.  He  felt  like  the  top  of  his  head  was coming off. He
 swallowed convulsively, choking  on a mouthful of pussy  cum as his
 dick  shot wads  of thick  white goo  into her  mouth. He shuddered
 convulsively and was still.

 Barbara cleaned his cock lovingly, licking off the delicious sperm.
 It  seemed to  her the  sweetest drink  she'd ever  had, this man's
 thick semen. She  could feel his mouth still  sucking gently at her
 dripping mound, performing the same service for her. She raised her
 head finally,  letting his prick  slide from her  mouth, smiling at
 him.

 He looked at her, too, his  face glistening with pussy cum. "Was it
 good, Mrs.  Anderson? Did I  do it right?"  he asked, pleased  with
 himself. He  knew the answer from  the way her body  had responded,
 but he wanted to hear her tell him.

 "Oh, yes,  you're a real  little cunt lapper,"  she said. "Come  up
 here and kiss me. I want to taste my cum on your lips!"

 He shivered at  the dirty sound of the words  - it was perverse, he
 felt, for her to  want to taste her own cum, and  that made it even
 more exciting. He scrambled beside her and planted a wet noisy kiss
 on her  lips, imparting the  musky taste of  pussy to her.  He drew
 back and grinned.

 "I think it tastes great," he confided. "How does mine taste?"

 Barbara  smiled  at  his  curiosity.  "Like,  like,"  she  stopped,
 helpless,  unable to  describe the  taste of  semen. "Anyway,  it's
 good!"

 "Are you ready now?" he asked, eyeing her speculatively.

 "Ready for what?" Barbara asked nervously.

 "Well, you said you'd do anything  I wanted, didn't you?" he asked,
 smiling at her innocently.

 "Oh  yes,  darling,  what  is  it  you  want?"  she  smiled at him,
 wondering what such an inexperienced man could know about sex.

 "I  saw some  pictures," he  started hesitantly.  "Jerry has  them.
 Well, there was one that I really liked. There was this lady, lady,
 and she - well  she was sticking this thing up her  - you know - up
 her cunt,  and this guy was  doing it in her  rear. I'd really like
 that, Mrs.  Anderson! Really I  would! I know  my cock's small  for
 your cunt. I'd really like to try that!"

 Barbara  looked  at  him  in  consternation,  remembering  the boys
 sticking the bottle in her  this afternoon. She couldn't understand
 this  male fascination  with sticking  strange objects  up her.  It
 seemed filthy and perverted to her.

 "Why don't you just put it back  in my cunt again, honey," she said
 soothingly. "Or maybe in my rear if you want. I like that, too."

 "No!" he said stubbornly. "I want to see you put something like a -
 I dunno - a cucumber or a bottle  or something up there while I get
 ready. If you  don't let me, I'll go tell  Jerry!" He stared at her
 commandingly, then  collapsed. "It'll be okay,  really it will. The
 lady in the picture looked like she really liked it."

 Barbara sighed, lying  back on her bed. Really,  it was amazing how
 quickly he had learned to manipulate  her, she mused. He knew she'd
 do anything not to have Jerry find out.

 "Okay, Stevie,  whatever you want.  What do you  want to use?"  She
 looked at him narrowly, hoping  that he didn't really have anything
 ready. He grinned back and slid off the bed.

 "Wait here," he said. "I'll be right back."

 "Careful," she hissed. "Jerry ..." But he was gone. She rolled over
 on her stomach, deeply ashamed about the whole scene, but at a loss
 to  know how  to get  out of   it now.  To her  amazement, she  was
 actually  excited at  the prospect  of being  fucked with something
 weird. She thought  of the bottle and shivered,  hoping it wouldn't
 be that big. Steve returned, triumphantly waving a long salami.

 "Got it!"  he whispered. "I found  this earlier tonight when  I was
 waiting  for  you!"  He  handed  it   to  her  and  looked  at  her
 expectantly,  his young  eyes shining  with lust.  "Well, go on, do
 yourself with it!"

 Barbara  took the  salami in  her hands  and stared  at it.  It was
 fairly long and  and thick, about the size of  a grown man's prick.
 She looked at him pleadingly. Really,  this was the limit - fucking
 with a  salami while this  man watched, waiting  to be excited.  He
 held his pecker  in his hands, obviously planning  to jerk off with
 her. "Go on, Mrs. Anderson! Stick that salami in your cunt! I wanna
 see it!"

 Barbara sighed and fitted the  salami between her legs, probing for
 the opening to her cunt. The end fitted nicely into her opening and
 she pressed firmly, forcing it into her.

 "Open you legs,"  the boy insisted, bending closer.  "I wanna watch
 it go in."

 Barbara  opened her  legs obediently,  offering a  good view of her
 twat. Her pussy  lips were stretched wide around  the salami, which
 looked like a disembodied red  prick gaining admittance. She raised
 her hips  and slid it  in, noticing that  her insides were  sopping
 wet. Wet for a salami, she thought in disgust. I'm really sunk now.
 I'll  fuck  anything.  Really  it  didn't  feel  too bad. The rough
 coating  was scraping  her insides  in a  pleasing fashion.  With a
 twist of  the wrist she sent  the whole salami inside  her and took
 her hand away, showing the boy that it was all inside.

 "Wow,"  he breathed,  his little  hand moving  fast on  his pecker.
 "Better than the picture. It's all  inside. Jeez! Turn over on your
 hands  and knees,  Mrs. Anderson."  He knelt  between her  legs and
 peered through  them. Her cuntlips  were distended several  inches,
 holding the salami firmly inside  her. He positioned himself behind
 her and felt for the end of  it, getting a firm grip and running it
 in and out of her gorged snatch.

 Barbara groaned in excitement and  humiliation. Here she was on her
 hands and knees, with a man pounding a sausage into her from behind
 - and she loved it! There was no  doubt that she loved it! Her cunt
 snapped hungrily at the salami,  drawing it inside her, filling her
 cuntal passageway. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her as
 he fucked her brutally with the surrogate prick. Suddenly, she felt
 something warm and wet on her ass. He was licking crack! She moaned
 at the  new sensation, shivering  as his tongue  found her puckered
 pink asshole and  swirled around in there. It felt  great - her ass
 was still sore  from the afternoon's fucking, and  his tongue was a
 soothing balm.

 "Oh yes, lick my asshole - rim me out," she called encouragingly.

 She bucked  her hips against  the salami, enjoying  the feel of  it
 now. And then she felt his pecker probing at the ass entrance. With
 a lunge,  he was  buried in  her shithole!  Fire rippled  along her
 nerves and she moaned louder, forgetting her son down the hall.

 "Fuck my ass  ... fuck my cunt ...  oh, oh, oh, slam it  in there,"
 she babbled, twisting  her ass against him, feeling  his balls slap
 her butt.

 Steve  sighed. His  cock felt  like it  was in  a hot  vise -  much
 tighter than  her cunt, much dryer,  much hotter. It was  so hot he
 thought his prick might melt in there! He jabbed in and out of her,
 fucking her  twat with the salami  at the same time.  He could feel
 the salami through  the thin membrane that separated  her cunt from
 her asshole, and  he imagined feverishly that it  was another cock,
 that another boy  was fucking her cunt, prick  to prick, and they'd
 fill  her up  at the  same time!  "Oh, it's  so hot!  So good!"  he
 mumbled,  thrusting  into  her  creamy  ass.  He was having trouble
 keeping  his balance,  her ass  was churning  so, but  he valiently
 fucked on, never missing a stroke.  Then he had to drop the salami,
 leaving it wedged in her cunt, and hold on with both hands. He felt
 his orgasm coming.  He shuddered and shot into  her bowels, filling
 her ass with thick cum suds.

 "Oh ...  I'M CUMMMING!!!" he  screeched, forgetting everything  but
 the fantastic  sensation of cumming in  her ass. Her ass  sucked at
 his prick, squeezing it like a vise, and he filled it with sperm.

 Barbara  had  grabbed  the  salami  when  he  dropped it and fucked
 herself with it expertly, bringing herself  off in a few strokes to
 join his orgasm.  Her sticky fluids gushed over  her hands. She was
 delirious. She couldn't believe she had  cum so hard with a salami,
 but she  had, though his  spurting prick in  her ass had  certainly
 helped!  She  sank  forward  in  ecstasy,  her  cunt throbbing with
 fullfillment, her asshole clutching at his shrinking cock.

 And the light came on.