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                 FREEWHEELING BARBARA TOYS WITH BOYS

                            Chapter Nine

 Steve slipped through the door and looked at Barbara hesitantly. He
 had been sitting in his room, wondering if he should pack and get a
 bus or  call his parents, but  he didn't know what  reason he could
 give for leaving a day early. It would hardly do to tell them Jerry
 had caught him  fucking his mother and kicked him  out. He was in a
 mess! The  only bright spot  was his recollection  of screwing Mrs.
 Anderson, and he had a feeling that  that made up for it all! Jerry
 had been gone for a long time. He hoped he wasn't being too hard on
 his mother. She was really a nice lady! He couldn't believe she had
 been nice enough to initiate him into sex. He'd always remember her
 with gratitude as  well as desire. He sighed.  If only Jerry hadn't
 come in on them, there was a lot of other stuff he would have liked
 to try with her!

 When Jerry  had come into  his room, he  had cowered back,  fearful
 that his  friend was still  mad. But Jerry  had grinned at  him and
 motioned him to get up.

 "Steve? Why  don't you go in  and see Mom again?  She'd really like
 you to."

 Steve  looked at  his friend  in consternation.  Jerry's eyes  were
 shining with a hot light and his face was flushed. And he was nude.
 Steve wondered  what was going  on. He wasn't  to be left  in doubt
 long for his friend urged him to follow.

 "I'm gonna take  a piss. You just go  on in - she's ready  for you.
 I'll be  in in a minute!"  Jerry left him at  the door to Barbara's
 room and disappeared into the bathroom.

 Steve followed him with his eyes. His mind boggled. If what he said
 was true, Jerry was telling him to go back in and screw his Mom and
 he'd join  them. Steve cautiously opened  the door, expecting Jerry
 to return at any moment and drag him out boldly.

 "Uh, Jerry  sent me, Mrs.  Anderson," he stuttered,  his eyes going
 over the reclining figure on the  bed. She was still dressed as she
 had been before, in garter belt  and hose. She just looked a trifle
 more disheveled. Her lips were bright  red and wet as she smiled at
 him, and  he saw the stains  of semen on her  auburn bush. So Jerry
 screwed her, too, he mused, his prick stirring at the thought.

 "Come here, dear," Barbara crooned,  raising her arms. "Jerry and I
 had  a   long  talk,  and  we   decided  to  include  you   in  our
 understanding. We're going to have a lot of fun together!"

 "You  bet!"  Steve  exclaimed,  his  eyes  glowing.  "Wow!  This is
 unreal!" He sat on the edge of  the bed gingerly and reached out to
 touch her swollen boobs. "Jerry said  he'd be here in a minute, for
 us to go ahead," he said. "Would you like me to lick your pussy for
 a while? I really liked the way it tasted before!"

 "Oh,  yes, darling,  lick my  cunt," Barbara  murmured, raising her
 hips and presenting her cunt in open invitation for his tongue.

 He  fell to  his knees  and advanced  his head  eagerly. His tongue
 darted into her  swollen hole. It was a  dirty, filthy thought, and
 the perversity made it the most exciting thing he could imagine. If
 anyone had ever  told him that the taste of  a boy's cum would turn
 him on, he would have hit him -  he was no queer! But eating out of
 a woman's cunt, the  taste of sperm mingled with  the sharp tang of
 pussy,  that  was  something  else!  He  licked  her  out  happily,
 swallowing fresh  pussy juice in  huge gulps, his  tongue vibrating
 against the slick walls of her cunt.

 "Oooooh, Stevie, suck  my cunt good. I love the  way your tongue is
 fucking me. Clean  it out, baby, clean my  kitchen, swallow my cum.
 Oh  yes, please,  suck it,"   she mumbled,  her hands  pinching and
 massaging  her swollen  tits. Her  whole body  felt light.  She was
 floating on  a cloud of  lust. She bucked  her hips into  the boy's
 sucking face, imprisoning his bobbing head with her firm thighs.

 Steve clamped his lips on her clitoris - it wobbled under his touch
 and  tried to  slip away,  but  he  pulled it  from its  sheath and
 nibbled on the  shiny head, causing her to  buck wildly. He bunched
 two  fingers  together  and  slid   then  into  her  pulsing  hole,
 finger-fucking her as he sucked on her clitoris.

 Barbara  groaned  in  lust.  Steve  was  learning fast, she thought
 crazily.  He sucked  her cunt  like he'd  been doing  it for years,
 expertly  rasping he  sensitive clit  with his  tongue, ramming his
 fingers into her  twat in perfect rhythm. She  looked down past her
 breasts. She could  see his head between her  thighs, his dark hair
 splashing against  her white thighs, tickling  them. She could even
 feel  his  nose  in  her  twat,  rubbing  back  and forth along her
 distended lips, sliding in her slippery groove. She wondered how he
 could breathe. Surely  he was choking from her  copious fluids! But
 he didn't  seem to mind. He  dug away unceasingly with  fingers and
 tongue, sending her over the brink into a crashing orgasm.

 "Oh, oh, oh!  I'm cumming Steve! Cumming in your  face! Oh, eat me,
 darling!  Eat my  cum!" she  screamed, her  hips bucking  under his
 face.  He sucked  harder and  faster, his  tongue flashing over the
 whole swollen surface,  his teeth clamped on her  clit, his fingers
 pounding in her cunt. As she  gushed, he pulled out his fingers and
 glued his mouth to her sticky slot, drinking in the sweet fluids of
 her cum. Finally he lifted his face and grinned at her, pussy juice
 trickling down  his chin, and, without  a pause, climbed on  top of
 her, sinking his hard dick into her still trembling hole.

 Barbara shuddered,  her pussy grasping eagerly  at the new invader,
 drawing his cock  into her spasming canal greedily,  sucking at him
 with greasy cuntlips. "Oh, yes, fuck me, now!"

 "I am,"  Steve said, feeling  her pussy engulf  him. The incredible
 sensation  of  her  still  quivering  cunt  grasping  his dick sent
 tremors of excitement  through his body. Her cunt  felt like it had
 fingers, fingers that clasped his dick and squeezed it, pulling him
 into a bottomless pit.

 "Give  it to  me hard,"  she begged,  looking up  at him with moist
 eyes.  She cupped  her breasts  together and  offered them  to him,
 hoping he would suck on the tender nipples.

 "I will, Mrs. Anderson," Steve promised.  "I'll fuck you as hard as
 I can!"  He bent  forward and  slipped her  nipples into his mouth,
 sucking on the turgid tips.

 Barbara shivered  as fire lanced  through her chest  and joined the
 molten blaze in her stomach. She  felt like she was burning up now,
 her whole body  smoldering, waiting to be ignited by  his cock to a
 consuming  blaze. She  kept her  heels flat  on the  bed, her  back
 arching  as she  undulated her  hips under  his attack.  His pecker
 zipped  in  and  out  of  her  steaming  hole.  It  was a delicious
 friction. She  wished he were a  little larger and could  reach the
 most sensitive places  in the back of her cunt,  but she knew Jerry
 would be  here soon to help  out, and she wouldn't  be unsatisfied.
 Besides,  her  body  still  glowed  from  her  orgasm under Steve's
 tongue, and his prick was doing  a good job of keeping her passions
 going. She raised her legs and put them over his shoulders, knowing
 that this would tighten her cunt, but it wasn't enough. She groaned
 in partial frustration and wished Jerry would hurry!

 Steve  was unaware  of Barbara's  frustration. He  pounded into her
 cunt, not  noticing that he  was a little  small for her  distended
 hole.  Her hole  was flabby,  puffed from  the successive screwings
 with salami and Jerry's bigger cock.  Steve didn't care. He was too
 relieved  at getting  his opportunity  to fuck  her again  to worry
 about minor details. He was  getting enough stimulation. He knew he
 was going to cum soon.

 "Steve, hold  it, darling. Let  me turn over.  You can go  in doggy
 style, from the back, it'll  be tighter," Barbara said finally. She
 didn't want him to stop, but it was maddening to her to be right at
 the brink of orgasm  and not be able to go over.  And she was tired
 of waiting for Jerry. It seemed  like he'd been away for hours! And
 she wanted a good, tight fuck now!

 "I don't wanna fuck your ass right now," Steve complained.

 "No, just go in my pussy from the back," Barbara explained, turning
 over quickly and sticking her butt up in the air.

 Steve stared at  her rear end. He could see  her pussy lips hanging
 down,  looking slightly  obscene and  bloated with  lust. He  was a
 little disgusted. He had never seen  a cunt from this angle, and he
 didn't like the way it looked, but  he was too excited to be picky.
 He felt between  her legs and located her  gaping hole easily, then
 brought his prick to the mark and  shoved it in. She was right - it
 was a lot tighter from this angle, and his prick hit some new areas
 he  couldn't  reach  before.  He  pumped  into  her, careful not to
 dislodge himself until they got a rhythm going.

 "Reach in there and grab my clit!" Barbara commanded hoarsely. This
 was more  like it. Her cunt  was much tighter around  his cock, and
 the curving angle  of his prick made it  hit excitingly against her
 canal. As the  boy's hand snaked between her  thighs and grabbed in
 her soppy cunt  for her clitoris, she shook  in passion. His finger
 touched the slippery button, and she squealed in pleasure.

 "That's the way,  oh fuck me, harder, harder! I'm  going to cum all
 over the place - God, I can feel it in my stomach!"

 Steve grimly clung to her churning ass, one hand wrapped around her
 hips, his fingers  clawing at her clit, the  other hand cupping one
 of her hanging tits, pinching  the nipple with his fingers. "That's
 the way, Mrs. Anderson, shake your  ass!" he crowed. "I'm gonna cum
 soon. I'm filling your fucking cunt."

 The  two humped  frantically on   the bed,  trying to  gain maximum
 stimulation from this position. Barbara's head was pressed into the
 mattress,  her body  bent like  a bow  from the  force of the young
 boy's  cock  thrusts.  She  panted  like  a  steam engine, her body
 quaking with each  blow, her insides churning as  she strove toward
 orgasm. Finally  she knew she was  there - a few  more strokes into
 her sensitive cunt and she'd make it!

 "Just a little more, Steve, fuck me hard!" she yelled.

 "I'm trying,  but I gotta cum  quick. My balls are  about to blow!"
 Steve  pumped violently  into her  sloppy cunt.  His cock  squished
 through her fleshy parts like  a knife through soft cheese, parting
 her dripping  membranes, slamming into  the back wall  of her cunt.
 Every time his cock hit the spot  near the opening of her womb, she
 spasmed around  his pole. But he  couldn't keep it up  much longer.
 The need for release was coursing  through him. "Hold on! I'M GONNA
 BLOW MY NUTS! HERE IT COMES! OH, FUCK, FUCK! CUMMING! OHHHHHH!" and
 his tube began  to spurt, sending a hot stream  of cum into her hot
 pussy.

 Barbara didn't mind. Her orgasm  had flooded her seconds before his
 announcement, and she was swept away  on a tide of pussy fluid, her
 stomach muscles convulsing with the strain, her cunt spasming.

 "Ohhh, cum in  me! Fuck your beautiful sperm  into me," she moaned,
 collapsing forward on the bed. The man fell with her, his shrinking
 prick slipping from her hole with a plop.

 "Beautiful," a voice said cheerfully.  "Move over, Steve, I want to
 get some of my Mom's cunt, too," Jerry said. He had arrived for the
 last of the  previous scene, and had restrained  an impulse to jump
 in. He  wanted to watch  for a  minute,  see how it  looked from an
 outside view. The  last time he had seen Steve  fuck his mother, he
 was too  pissed off to  observe closely. This  time he had  watched
 carefully with bated  breath, one hand stroking his  dick, his eyes
 glued to the  fucking bodies in amazement. He  had watched as Steve
 plunged his thin  pecker into his mother's rear.  For a minute he'd
 thought  he  was  going  in  her  bung  hole,  but  then he saw the
 distended lips of her pussy bulge  around his friend's cock. He had
 been especially turned on by the  action of his mother's hips. They
 had swung  in circles and  bumped up and  down as if  on well-oiled
 springs. Steve's prick  had looked like a dark  nail as it hammered
 in and  out of Barbara's  cunt, disappearing into  her recesses. He
 had noticed  how fluids ran down  her thighs and soaked  his balls,
 and when the  two came, that was the most  exciting part of all! He
 had  recognized Barbara's  orgasm by  the frantic  trembling of her
 body,  her skin  rippling over  her bunched  up muscles.  And a few
 seconds later  Steve had shot his  wad. He watched as  Steve's body
 smashed into his Mom's cunt and ground his hips furiously, screwing
 himself in to the root. When he pulled out his shrunken cock, semen
 dripped  from  Barbara's  open  cunt,  running  down  her  legs and
 puddling on the sheet. Jerry's cock was standing straight up, ready
 for action. He had watched enough!

 Barbara's heart leaped  as she heard her son's  voice. Her body was
 still on fire.  She had had two mind-blowing  orgasms and was ready
 for more! Her cunt exuded a dollop  of sperm and she rolled over on
 her back, smiling at Jerry. Steve lay beside her breathing heavily.

 "Wow, your Mom's really something," he told Jerry.

 "Yeah, well,  Mom, where do you  want it? I think  I'd like to have
 you give me  head." Without waiting for an  answer, Jerry straddled
 his mother's  chest, poising his  prick before her  mouth. It stuck
 straight out from his stomach, a  thick shaft of pulsing red topped
 with a  rosy head. His  mother's luscious lips  gladly received her
 son's love  shaft and sucked  him to orgasm.  Jerry smiled, knowing
 that he and Steve would have many more good times together with his
 Mom.

 The  advertisement in  the newspaper  was more  than interesting to
 Barbara. She had  been scanning the ads for days,  and here it was!
 The answer  to her problem. She  had decided she had  to get out of
 her present  lifestyle, have something  to do, something  more than
 bicycle  riding off  into the  hills every  so often  with Annette.
 Something to insure that she would not be at home when her son came
 home on his  future vacations. This terrible thing  had to stop. If
 she was home, uninvolved, it would  happen again and again. She had
 to get involved with something.

                        Business Opportunity

         BIKE SHOP, SALES AND  SERVICE. GOOD LOCATION. JUST
         OFF  COLLEGE  CAMPUS.  PLENTY  OF STUDENT TRAFFIC.
         QUALIFIED  STAFF  RUN  SHOP.  OWNER LEAVING STATE.
                          $15,000 HANDLES.

 But that wasn't the best part of it! The bike shop was just off the
 campus  where Jim  attended State  College! She  thought about Jim,
 thought  how wonderful  it would  be. "Bike  freak" is  what he had
 called himself. He  could work for her! It was,  if nothing else, a
 way out.

 Two  days later  she was  looking over  the shop.  They carried  an
 inventory of  every make of bike,  even had a few  mopeds. She gave
 the old man who owned the shop a certified check and said she would
 take over the business in one week.

 Barbara and  Annette pumped their bikes  up a steep hill.  "But why
 didn't  you tell  me what  you were  doing? I  could have been your
 partner, Barbara. Think of it, a bike shop!" Annette queried.

 "No, Annette, this has to be  something I do by myself. Besides, it
 won't interfere with  our bike jaunts. I only have  to be up at the
 shop two days a week. Doing the books and such."

 "But  we've always  been partners   in this  bike thing.  I'm hurt,
 Barbara, I  must tell you that."  They reached the top  of the hill
 and  coasted  downward.  And  Barbara  thought,  but I've had other
 partners besides you, sweet Annette. Oh! If you only knew!

 "We've only got two miles to  go," Annette called. "I can't wait to
 see your new bike shop."

 "Yes, well you  go on. I'll give you  the keys and you can  look it
 over. I have an errand to run first."

 "An errand? To where?" Annette asked quizzically.

 "Personal. It's a  call I have to make on  a friend at the college.
 The campus is off  to the left, the shop is off  to the right. I'll
 join you in an  hour or so. And Annette, I have  a present for you.
 When  you get  to the  shop pick  out whatever  bike you want, it's
 yours. After all, it's you who introduced me to the bike world."

 They did not  stop riding while Barbara handed  Annette the keys to
 the shop. Then Barbara turned off to her left, Annette attacking an
 up-grade to  the right, toward  the shop. The  up- grade was  not a
 problem, but she struggled to remember the address of the shop.

 "Sometimes  I  think  you're  crazy,  Barb,"  Annette yelled as she
 turned. Then  she puffed hard,  her legs working  and straining. "I
 think I'm getting old."

 Well, get old  by yourself, love. I never felt  younger in my life!
 Barbara thought as she headed into the campus grounds.

 It was just as Jim had described it, one block off campus, right on
 the beach,  a New Orleans  atmosphere with funny  little balconies,
 and  the freshman  girls pedaling  their bikes  down the  street in
 their little bikinis, no bras under their T-shirts.

 She  walked down  three steps  and  knocked  at the  door of  Jim's
 basement  apartment. There  was no  answer, so  she knocked  again.
 Still nothing. She tried the door and it was unlocked.

 Entering and  calling his name, she  came upon a small  living room
 with  a  floor  piled  high  with  books,  old  newspapers,  girlie
 magazines, and Playboy pinups on the wall, beer cans in the corner,
 and an odor of pot hanging heavy in the air.

 "Who the hell is it?" a voice came from the bathroom.

 "Barbara. Is that you, Jim?"

 "Barbara who?" The voice seemed strained.

 "Barbara, the bike freak," she laughed.

 "No shit? C'mon in."

 She opened the bathroom door and  saw him sitting in a wooden chair
 that was  placed directly below a  shower that poured water  on his
 head a shoulders. His body was perfectly tanned, beautiful muscular
 perfection.

 She had to smile. He looked so wonderfully young.

 "What in the world are you  doing? You'll ruin that chair. It looks
 like an antique."

 "Naw," Jim  said, his hair washed  flat down over his  face. "Early
 Salvation Army. These landlord gougers  give us shit for furniture,
 they figure they've  got a captive audience. Serves  'em right, the
 bastards."

 "But how long  have you been sitting there?  Your skin's shriveling
 up."

 "Big bash last  night. This is the best thing  for a hangover. Cold
 water, man. Cold water and then a hot woman. Cure you every time."

 "Oh? Well then you've got  both, haven't you." She started slipping
 out of her shorts.

 "Yeah,  awesome. I'm  just lucky,  I guess.  You like cold showers?
 Climb in. To  tell you the truth I've thought  about you a lot. You
 were some kinda lay, lady.  Hmmm.  That brings back some memories."

 Barbara was stark  naked now as she stepped  into the shower stall.
 She wasted no  time kneeling to her hot  young hunk. Barbara's lips
 and tongue were busy doing what they did best. In the middle of the
 heated session in the cold shower, the old chair broke.

 Neither the hot  sucking woman nor the young  horny college student
 cared. Barbara  hungrily continued blowing her  dream lover knowing
 that all her plans would work out.