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From: [e-mail] (Aaron Noel Hughes)
Subject: Barbara

                      Barbara


     He had curly blond hair, he was about nineteen years old,
and the look in his eyes told Barbara that the young man had
other thoughts in his minds than the eggs Benedict he was eating.
Look how his tongue curls around the bacon, the woman thought.
Like it could curl around my...

     He stared at her.  Then he smiled.  A shy, young smile. What
was she thinking of, anyway.  How silly!  Here she was a mature
woman watching a teen-age young man eat his breakfast, getting
damp between her legs as she did, not knowing why, narrowing her
eyes in a lust-filled response to his lewd smile.  She hoped
Annette didn't notice.  She directed her attention toward her
partner, Annette.  Her partner.  How foolish that sounded.  Oh
well.

     No, Annette hadn't noticed.  Good.
     Barbara leaned away from her cheese omelet and glared at the
thick slices of French toast buried beneath a mountain of fresh
strawberries and whipped cream on Annette's breakfast plate.
     "That's disgusting, Annette, how can you eat like that?  she
said.  "Here, I'll help you."  And she scooped up a bite,
glancing back at the young man at the other table as she rather
obviously rolled it around on her tongue, lips slightly parted.
     The two women had just finished an eleven-day, 638-mile
bicycle tour down state.  In past years they had peddled
thousands of miles together, 150 miles in one stint, 500 in
another.  They were already planning a bike tour across Europe
that might very well get them into the Guiness Book of Records.
They had both often agreed that it was their mutual "visions of
hotcakes" that made them dedicated cyclists.
     The two women never allowed themselves breakfast until they
had gone 20 or 25 miles.  They had long before agreed, "We'll
have to be starving first, and then we will both agree that it
was the best breakfast we ever ate."  And every night they would
have the best shower they ever had.  But that seemed to be it.
No great sex, just a great shower.

     The two women had been biking together for years.  They had
met four years before when a mutual friend, a real estate agent,
introduced them, saying that, "Annette will be great for you!
She will help you decorate your home."  Annette had, and now the
two houses looked exactly alike.
     Their first long ride together had taken them some twelve
miles, to meet their husbands for dinner at the beach.  As they
approached the restaurant Annette had called out, "That's twelve.
Thirteen is a luckier number!"  So the two women circled a car
wash, next to the restaurant, about fifteen times to make up the
mile difference.
     The difference between them, Barbara had finally decided,
was that Annette was a record-breaker idiot.  There was something
else about cycling that Barbara loved, screw the records, the
distance and all that.  She loved the wind in her hair, her face,
the coolness of it.  And her legs pumping, sometimes aching...and
she associated that thought, strangely enough, with sex.  The
moment of exhaustion was not unlike the moment of orgasm.
     But then how would Barbara know?  She was in her
mid-thirties, and except for a little side-trip of sexual
adventure, had never experienced true sexual fulfillment.  And
that had been a mind-bending experience.
     And of course it had been with the young man who had stared
over his eggs Benedict at her during breakfast that morning at
the little roadside motel.  A soul-filled look in his eyes, that
was what it had been that turned her on so.  She had had a
husband and many other men in her life--so why was this youth's
look so different, so exciting?  Perhaps it was a case of Monday
Morning Quarterbacking--he had satisfied her.  Oh, did he ever
satisfy her!
     She had become sick to death of Annette's bribes of "Tell
you what, Barbara, a big luscious hot fudge sundae if we push on
for another three miles, what say?"  Annette was obsessed.
Annette was a nut.
     There had been the feedback from friends.  "You two will
kill yourselves."  Actually, there had been few mishaps.  The two
women had prepared thoroughly for their long-distance runs, and
both had worked themselves into demons for conditioning.
Barbara, in her first burst of enthusiasm after meeting Annette,
had taken a semester-long course on bicycling at a local Junior
college, and the whole thrust of it had been safety.  Safety was
something Barbara was sick to death of.  The young man's
eyes--ah, there was danger, a much spicier dish than safety.

     Annette had insisted they have their bikes checked out
before each and every trip, and then they would train, leaving
home before 5:45 a.m., getting in 12 or 20 miles of vigorous
cycling.  Always, though, they were back before 7:45 in time for
Annette to cook breakfast for her husband.  Barbara had become
jealous of that.  She had no one except her son Jerry to even
think about breakfast for.  And her son Jerry, at this point in
his life, anyway, needed a bicycling mother like he needed a hole
in the head.
     But the conditioning had paid off.  She was slim, tight of
body, didn't pant, even when cycling up a continuous twenty-five
mile hill.  Maybe it had all put her in condition for the very
young man who was to be her first satisfying lover.
     In his arms, she was to forget the challenges of roads that
had no shoulders, logging trucks and sawdust trucks whizzing by,
hills to pump up.
     But, in young Jim's arms, Barbara, a bit late in life,
realized the wonderful exhilaration of another kind of uphill
pumping, her mind screaming to itself, "Look what your body is
doing now!"

     "Hi!"  he had said to her as she sat outside her motel room
door.  She and Annette always had their own room, no matter where
they were cycling to or from.  It had been Annette's husband's
idea.  "If you do break any mileage records, people will get to
talking, and the next thing you know you'll have reputations as
being lesbians.  I don't mind the bike rides off into nowhere,
but I don't think I can hack the lesbian talk bit," he had
declared.  Both women agreed immediately, for that was not their
game.
     Barbara now lifted her sun glasses and looked into the young
man's handsome face.  She said nothing, but did manage a smile.
     "You and your girlfriend are bike freaks too, eh?"  he said.
     "Freaks?  I don't like to think of it exactly that way,"
Barbara replied, crossing her legs, a subconscious protective
measure--against her own compulsions, not against the young man
who had approached her.
     "Sorry.  No offense.  I call myself a bike freak.  I biked
up here all the way from State College.  There are bike freaks
and there are bike freaks, see?"  He pulled up a deck chair next
to her.  His body was tight, compact, tanned.  "I live on a
particular street down at college.  It's off campus, actually,
and I have a basement apartment.  Anyway, this street is known
for bachelor parties, and out on the street and on the balconies,
anywhere.  Sort of like New Orleans.  And the girls that live
there in the dorms...freshmen, mostly...they ride their bikes by
this street every morning, see.  It's like a beauty parade.  They
know that only studs that are seniors and have some bread can
afford apartments on the street.  Not that the apartments are so
great--mine was flooded knee deep last year during the rains--but
then I got a basement two-roomer, the rent's cool.  Anyway, these
freshies ride by, and whoever doesn't have a hangover from a bash
the night before watches.  Good watching, too.  They purposely
wear these little bikinis and no bras under their T-shirts, so
their boobs bounce and all."
     Barbara smiled, and reddened a bit.  He's so young, she
thought, so fresh, so ready to attack life.  I wish I was like
that.  I was once.
     He grinned, and his teeth were very young and white and
square.
     "So there they go, pedaling along, dozens of them, up and
down the street.  Their boobs bounce, and sometimes when I look
up from my basement window I can almost see the balconies above
bouncing in the same cadence.  Lots of horny dudes, see.  Anyway,
like I was saying, there's bikers and then there's bikers.  Those
girls are not bikers.  You and your friend, you're bikers.  I
could tell.  Bikes oiled, everything in balance."  He looked down
at her breasts.  "And nothing bouncing."
     He wore nothing but blue satin bathing trunks, and her eyes
fell on the thick bulge, the almost invisible throb at the skimpy
center.
     She looked back up into his eyes.  And she knew.  They both
knew...

     Later, in her motel room that night, while Annette obtained
her necessary "health sleep, eight hours, no less!", the young
man named Jim stared again into Barbara's eyes.
     Running his middle finger over the crispy curling strands of
her pubic hair, he hissed down at her his teeth bared in an
animalistic mask of lust.  "Don't worry," he told her.  "I'm
going to give you the fucking of your life!"
     "Oooooooooh!"  moaned Barbara.  "Yeeeeeees!"
     His obscene words triggered still more excitement in her
wildly impassioned body, and she groaned louder, "Do it to
me...fuck me as hard as you can!"  Her small ringed hand
tightened about the shaft of his pulsing penis as she spoke, and
her naked white ass-cheeks began to rotate in wanton little
circles on the mattress as she felt his prodding finger swirling
around and around the sensitive little bud of her clitoris.
"Aaaaaaah," she cried.
     Her new lover's penis lurched violently and he new he could
not wait any longer.  Suddenly inspired by her lewd gyrations and
wanton pleadings, he decided what his plan of attack would be
with the woman.  He wanted to shove his bursting cock up inside
her tight little belly, and he wanted the salacious view of her
jouncing breasts and her lust-contorted face as he did so.  There
was only one way to do it.
     "Get on top of me!"  he commanded, and before Barbara had a
chance to protest or to consent, she felt herself being pulled up
over his passion-fevered loins.
     Her husband had never made love to her this way, and she was
not quite sure of what to do.  She stared down with wide
wondering eyes, afraid he was going to do something else that
would only satisfy his own needs instead of giving her the
fucking she needed.  Her breath came in quick labored gasps, and
she only wished he would put his penis inside her aching pussy
quick!  It felt as though her cunt were on fire, and the spirit
of licentious liberation from all inhibitions drove her to
heights of wanton desire which she had never before known.
     "Like this, baby," explained the youth whose fingers were
clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of her resilient buttocks and
positioning her temptingly small cuntal mouth directly above his
throbbing hardness.  A lewd little smile lighted his face as he
noted the half-fearful, half-lustful gleam in her eyes as she
stared greedily down at the size of his penis.
     "Is it big enough?"  he asked lecherously, his eyes
gleaming. "This what your hot cunt is needing?"
     Barbara could hardly answer.  The sight of his rigid pulsing
flesh rising straight up from his hairy loins to her unprotected
pussy made the lustful woman almost faint with desire.
     But it's so big, she thought in terror.  It will surely tear
me apart.  Suddenly her lust was forgotten in a flood of terror.
"No!"  she gasped.  "Stop!  Let go of me!"
     Forgotten now, in the moment of truth, were all the other
massive penises that she had thought too big for her.  But there
was no stopping now.  The panting youth was quite sure that she'd
like his big thick cock well enough once it was firmly ensconced
within her trembling cunt.
     "Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt," he ordered,
too impatient to pay attention to the cock-teasing woman's
objections.
     "No!"  she wailed.  "I can't!  I'm afraid!  I won't!"

     Oh God in heaven, thought Barbara, he is surely going to
tear me to pieces.  But she was helpless against his every wish.
Her body ceased to struggle and strain, and much to her
astonishment the needles of desire and thrills of excitement
began again, prurient flames of eroticism flooding through her
loins.
     "Now you put my cock in your pussy and hurry up about it,"
commanded the boy who lay below her, still leering.
     Oh God.  How did I ever get in a position like this?  But
she obediently reached out her hand and guided his lust-distended
hardness toward the small quivering mouth of her vagina.  As she
somewhat gingerly parted her soaked vaginal lips to guide the
blunt-nosed shaft up into the depths of her belly, her earlier
passion began to return.
     Unable to wait another second, the lusting youth with the
big penis flicked his muscular hips upward and plunged his aching
hardness deep into her open cunt without thinking whether he was
hurting her or not.
     Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through her impaled
body.  The boy's massive thickness was thrust inside her. His
mammoth hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of her
stretched cunt.

     And then before she realized what she was doing, she began
to undulate her own firm-fleshed ass-cheeks around the obscenely
impaling rod of hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing
until she was floating in between hurt and happiness, between
pain and pleasure, far away from reality. Something was so
erotic, so forbidden about being fucked half to death by a
stranger, far away from her son, far away from home.  A powerful
wave of pleasure rippled through her over-stimulated body.
     "Oh, yes," she breathed.  "Yes, fuck me like that."
     Eager to oblige the lust-ridden woman the youth began to
fuck his pulsating thickness hard up into her heated vagina with
smooth straight strokes that sank all the way to her spongy
cervix.  At the same time, he teased his thumb wildly at the
sensitive bud of her throbbing clitoris.
     Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from Barbara's lushly
parted lips, and her ripe body squirmed in orgiastic ecstasy.
She felt his hand attack her vulnerable anus with savage
insistence, as the outstretched finger wormed its way up into her
clenching rectum, to move back and forth in time to the wild
fucking strokes of the youth beneath her.  She felt herself
floating higher and higher, far removed from space and time.
     Then, suddenly, the long desired climax hit her like a
jackhammer.  Unexpectedly it came over her aroused flesh and she
howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of incredible
pleasure stormed through her overloaded nervous system.  And at
precisely the same moment, the plunging penis that brought her to
such heights, came also, expanding to spurt its hot load of semen
deep into her convulsing body.
     Maddened by the pungent aroma of sexual release, Barbara
fucked harder and wilder down upon his stiff exploding penis.
Orgiastic liquid poured from her own convulsing body and
overflowed upon the bed below them.  She swallowed in the
delights of orgasm and the slippery warm cum.

     The morning practice ride with Annette had been uneventful.
No, it had been boring.  They only did six miles, because
Annette's husband had to leave early, some meeting or something.
     Barbara did not listen as Annette had given her the details.
They had passed numerous youths on their way to school as they
peddled along.  She thought many things to herself, but said
nothing to Annette.  Once at home, she slipped into her swim suit
and jumped into the pool.  That seemed to cleanse her of the lewd
thoughts that had controlled her mind during their entire ride.
     Barbara Anderson squirmed languorously in the hot afternoon
sun as she tried to decide whether a dip in the pool or a cool
drink would be more refreshing.  She was lying in her back yard,
letting the sun's rays bake her as she weighed the pros and cons
of this decision.  Her normally quick mind felt sluggish in the
heat, and she finally decided it would be too much effort to do
either.

     "If it only weren't so damn hot," she mused.  Really, this
time of the year it was too hot to do anything except lie around.
She sighed and turned on her back, wincing as the glare hit her
eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun as an almost physical
presence.  Barbara ran her hands down her body, flicking the
sweat away in large droplets, testing to see if she were
sufficiently greased with suntan lotion. She decided she could
use some more, and rolled over to get the bottle, pouring some in
her hand and beginning to massage it into her body in quick
strokes.
     She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn't
dared to wear to the beach--a mere two scraps of cloth around her
generous breasts and hips, scarcely containing their bounty.  She
ran her oiled hand across the tops of her exposed breasts and
shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly and over her
firm-fleshed thighs.  The touch of her own hand made her sigh
again, luxuriously, and she wished she could strip off the two
tiny pieces of cloth and offer herself nude to the sun, like some
pagan goddess.  She laughed at the thought, wondering what her
staid ex-husband or her present boyfriend would think if they
came upon her naked in the backyard.
     "Of course, it is very private," she mused, playing with the
thought and then rejecting it as too dangerous.  "Still, I could
lower my straps."  So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck
and removed the straps, baring her chest to the sun, her breasts
swelling upward, only the nipples covered. She ran her hand over
her body again, admiringly, shivering at the sensations her lazy
hand evoked.  She squinted around the yard.  It was as if she
were completely alone in the world--the heat shimmered in the
air, and no sound broke the stillness of the afternoon.  She
smiled to herself as her hand continued its journey over her
body, spreading the oil in a thin film and massaging it deeply
into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying her mind of all
but the sensations of her body.  Her hand moved with a will of
its own now, caressing her breasts lightly, rubbing her belly in
rounded circles, touching her hips briefly in passing.  One
finger slipped under the tiny bit of cloth circling her hips and
teasingly touched her pubic hair.  Barbara gasped at the contact,
but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give her hand
freer rein.  She masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy
the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she could
please herself far better than her ex-husband ever had.
     Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away from
the thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her present
lover, who had not so far gotten up the nerve to do more than
kiss her good night.  Except one...her thoughts strayed
unwillingly to the one perfect sexual encounter in her life--an
experience that had left her weak and shaking with release.  She
tried to stop thinking about him, but the feelings evoked by her
hand were too strong and her mind stayed stubbornly fixed on the
image of her one-time lover.
     Tanned, youthful, magnificent young Jim.  Oh why haven't you
at least phoned me, Jim?  Am I just an old prune that you found
interesting for one lonely night?  Is that all I meant to you?
So you have your college co-eds--you told me about them,
remember?  But don't you see?  I love you, that's the difference.
Those young girls can't be to you what I can be to you!  Remember
what you said, cuddled in my arms?  That you really didn't know
what you would do after you graduated?  I can help you, Jim.
Help you do anything you want.
     Anything you want.  Oh, don't you remember what you wanted
to do to me that day?  And did.  I can never forget it.
     She remembered how his strong body pumped in even strokes to
enter her roughly, making her writhe and heave under him as she
soared to the pinnacles of desire.

     Remembering, her finger slipped inside her bikini and dug at
her pubes.  She moaned and opened her legs, letting the finger
slide into her moist canal.  Oblivious to anything but her own
recollections of lust and present need, she fingered herself
brutally, hoping to giver herself the release she needed.  Her
finger slipped easily into her cunt, sliding back and forth,
around and around, sending twinges of pleasure through her
nerves.  Barbara closed her eyes against the sun, feeling it
press against her.  It was almost like being fucked by the sun,
she thought in a daze, as her body responded to her finger and
her hips began to buck up and down in the movements of
intercourse.  Her lover's face swam before her eyes, behind
closed eyelids. She could see his youthful face, contorted with
lust, as he had plunged into her body, giving her joy that she
hadn't known possible.  She had left the next morning and had
never seen him again.  Barbara Anderson mourned her lost lover as
she masturbated frantically in her back yard, her body quaking
with remembered lust.  She could feel her orgasm coiling in the
pit of her stomach, ready to explode and flood her.  She gritted
her teeth and slid another finger into her bikini, searching for
the extended nub of her clitoris.  As she touched it, her body
shivered and her cunt poured forth a quantity of pussy juices,
drenching her fucking hand.
     "Oh...fuck...fuck me, Jim...oh...God!  Fuck meee..."  She
strummed her clitoris with her finger.  Waves of heat engulfed
her as her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing the walls,
scraping her insides and making her shudder with orgasm.  She
bucked against his hand, imagining it to be her young lover's
prick, wishing with all her heart that it was.  She needed a man
inside her--a real man, not a drunken lout like her husband.  She
groaned in dismay, feeling her orgasm subside and dissipate
leaving her strangely empty inside.  She had cum--the physical
motions had all been there--but something was missing.
     I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back
yard, her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her cunt.
She was exhausted, drained.  With a great effort, she opened her
eyes and squinted around, wondering dazedly what time it was.
Her eyes passed over the husky young man standing in the doorway,
then returned.  She stared at him a minute in complete horror, a
cold snake of fear hitting her vitals at the discovery.  She
wondered feverishly who he was--for a minute, she thought it was
Jim, but it couldn't be...and he was staring at her so oddly.
     God!  she though, he saw me jerking off...stood right there
and watched.  Suddenly realizing that her hand was still inside
her pants, she jerked it out as if it burned her and hid it
behind her, childishly.
     "Who...what are you doing here?  Who are you?"  she managed
to croak, wishing she could hide.  It was bad enough to jerk off
in your own yard remembering the past without people coming in to
stare at you!
     She looked at the man, trying to arrange her features in a
mask of severity as she demanded for him to explain his presence.
She drew herself up and tried to regain her dignity.  Then she
noticed that he wasn't paying any attention to what she was
saying--he was just staring at her, a peculiar light in his eyes.
Her mind flew back--he was looking at her in the exact same way
her lover at the motel had, his eyes glued to her body.  He
started toward her.

     "Hey!  What are you doing?"  she called out.  She looked at
the man in alarm, comparing him inadvertently to her other lover.
They were both about the same age, but this one was larger,
huskier, with broad shoulders that were bronzed from the sun.  He
had longish blond hair that curled around his face and blue eyes
that were probably intelligent when not glazed with lust.  For
that was what gave them their strange sheen--there was no
mistaking it.
     Barbara drew back as the man approached, feeling a stab of
excitement despite her fear.  "I'll scream if you don't leave,"
she promised.  The man didn't seem to notice--he walked over to
her and stared down at her, his body casting a shadow over her.
She squinted at him, trying to see his face against the sun.
"What do you want?"  she managed to croak, her hand going to her
throat.  God, she thought.  I'm all alone.  He'll probably rape
me.  She shifted her weight, trying to ignore the pang of lust
that coursed through her at the lewd thought.  One part of her
urged her to let him, to open her thighs to this stranger,
welcoming him to her recesses.
     It'll be the last time...I need it so bad...no one will ever
know.  No--it's evil, perverted.  He's too young for me--once was
enough, her thoughts ran around and around.  "Please," she
murmured, looking up at him.  He reached out his hand in answer
and ran it over her breasts.  "No, don't," she breathed.  The man
looked at her blankly and dropped his hand lower, gliding over
her oily belly and resting on her raised pubic mound.  Through a
haze of confusion, Barbara felt his fingers squeeze her,
tentatively at first, then strongly.
     "Please, don't!  I'll give you money.  Please leave me
alone," she groaned, her body beginning to melt at his touch.  So
strong...if only I could...God it would be good to be fucked, she
thought crazily.  "No..."  she murmured, willing herself to move,
to jump up and run.  But her body refused to move--she felt like
she was weighed down by a huge hand, forcing her to remain
motionless as the strange man caressed her.  She looked at his
crotch, which was even with her eyes, and shivered as she saw the
bulge of his penis.  She felt a wild urge to see his prick, to
tear his pants off and feast her eyes on him.  She rolled her
head aside, moaning weakly, knowing that her body was betraying
her.  The man glanced at her face momentarily and smiled, then
plunged his finger into her pants.  She groaned, her resistance
weakening as the man's finger slid into her pussy.  It was still
wet from her self-induced orgasm, and his digit slipped in
easily.  "No," she said again, but the man only grinned at her
and sank his finger in deeper.  She knew her protests sounded
silly against the evidence of her sopping crotch, which so
eagerly sucked in his finger.
     "Who...who are you?"  she gasped, her body beginning to move
his finger.
     "Skip.  I've seen you around a lot," the man muttered.  He
was staring at his hand, now immersed in her cunt.  He could
catch a glimpse of his finger sliding in and out of her
cunt-lips, and he wanted to see more.  He pulled her pants down
with his other hand and watched his fingers in fascination,
wondering how her cunt could take it so easily, wondering how his
cock would feel in there.  He swallowed. He had been delivering a
package, and when there was no answer, had walked through the
unlocked door.  He had thought he heard a voice in the back, and
had followed the sound...and had seen this beautiful woman
jacking off in the open yard.  After that, things were a blur.
His body had taken over, and here he was, one hand deep in her
cunt.  And she was enjoying it--he had had just enough girls to
know that!  Her cunt was sopping wet and was grasping at his
finger like a clutching hand, her face was flushed, and her
breasts were heaving with her ragged breathing.  He gently pulled
down the top of her suit and exposed her tits, never ceasing his
fingering of her pussy.  He caught his breath as he saw her
breasts--they were big and sweetly formed, rising to a point
tipped with coral nipples that were erected in lust.  He dropped
to one knee and lowered his head to her breasts, sucking her tit
into his mouth, running his tongue over the raised nipple,
rolling it between his teeth.

     "Oh," Barbara gasped as the sensation of a wet mouth on her
tit engulfed her.  "Suck it..."
     Skip complied.  He pressed her breasts together, bobbing his
head from one to the other, laving both her nipples with his
tongue.  His hand dug deeper into her crotch, her juices making
entrance even easier.
     Barbara wanted to see him.  She wanted to see his cock.  She
had to!  She reached out and unzipped his jeans, freeing his
erection.  She gasped at the size of it.  She circled it with her
hand lovingly, staring at it, looking at his pulsing shaft topped
with a rosy head.  Blood pulsed through the distended veins,
making it jump in her hand.  She stroked it cautiously, running
her fingers up and down the shaft, delicately under the sensitive
head, hearing the man groan as she excited him.  "Take off your
pants," she said hoarsely, scarcely recognizing her own voice.
Gone were all scruples--she was an animal now, wanting only to
give her body to the male, wanting him inside her.  "Fuck me,"
she commanded.  "Please...oh please fuck me!"
     Skip hurriedly shed his pants.  He didn't want her to change
her mind, he thought looking at the lush body before him. This
was like a dream--wonderful dream.  He couldn't quite believe
that he was going to fuck her...but he certainly wasn't going to
stop!  Not now...not with his dick hard as an iron bar, jerking
with the need to bury itself in warm cunt.
     "Sure, lady...I'll fuck you blind!"  he promised, kneeling
between her widespread legs.  He pulled her pants completely off
and stared at her cunt.  The lips were red and swollen, and, as
she spread her legs even wider, he could see the entrance to her
pink-lined canal.  The hole was pulsing slightly.  "God," he
whispered.  He sank his finger into her again, then pulled it
out.
     "Fuck me!  Your cock!  Put it in!  Stick me!"  moaned
Barbara, aching with the need to be filled.  She pushed her hips
against his finger, grinding them in a circular motion, drawing
his finger in up to the knuckle.  "Put it in!  Fuck me!"  she
said fiercely.
     Skip poised his cock at the entrance to her womb, rubbing
his cock-head over her slit, teasingly.  She moaned as the head
hit her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.
     "Now!  Fuck me now!"  she cried in anguish, her whole body
tensed with desire.  If he doesn't put it in soon, I'll die!  she
thought, her hips rising, trying to force him to enter her.
     Skip grinned and lowered himself carefully, the head of his
cock sliding between her hot, wet cunt-lips, probing for her
canal.  He thrust forward and slid into her completely, filling
her, his balls squishing against her ass.
     "Ohhhhh..."  groaned Barbara.  She could feel his prick
opening her insides, pushing aside her quivering membranes,
feeling like a red hot poker as it burned its way into her
snatch.  "It's sooo bigggg...I can feel it in my stomach!  Oh,
baby...fuck me," she moaned, twisting lewdly beneath him, seeking
to draw him even farther into her cunt.
     Skip smiled down into the flushed face of the older woman,
then covered her mouth with his, sucking her tongue into the warm
cavity.  As she groaned and writhed beneath him, he pounded
steadily into her, twisting his hips on each stroke to hit the
walls of her cunt.  She was sucking back on his tongue now,
frantically gurgling into his mouth.  He dropped his head
suddenly and captured one of her tits, fastening his lips on the
nipples and sucking.
     Barbara shivered violently as the man's tongue touched her
tit.  It hardened and thrust into his mouth like a tiny penis,
begging to be sucked.  Fire shot through her veins and she bucked
up against the boy.  "More!  Harder!"  she cried, wrapping her
long legs around him and straining against him.  "Deeper, fuck me
deeper!"
     Skip thought he was about as deep as he could go--he felt
like he was in a bottomless burning pit.  His balls slapped
against her ass with each stroke.  He loved the way she was using
her cunt--muscles clamped on his cock like tiny fingers, milking
him, making him want to shoot his load. But he held back, gaining
even more pleasure the longer he waited, watching her flop
beneath him, hearing her hoarse voice exhort him to more.  He
felt wildly triumphant--he had conquered this beautiful woman
without a word--with only his cock!  He could feel her hot juices
bathing his plunging dick, showing plainly her answering lust.
     "Beautiful," he muttered against her breast.  "Beautiful,
lady."
     Barbara's hips ground even more furiously, rising and
falling with his strokes, twisting and churning against him. With
each stroke she gasped in delight, feeling her body bounce with
the force.  Sweat poured from her as thrill after thrill coursed
through her.  She felt faint with the force of her lust, and
spots of light danced behind her closed eyelids.  She was riding
the crest of her orgasm, every jab of his cock bringing her
nearer to fulfillment. She raised her hips and presented her
pussy to him, offering herself to his plunging dick.  She was
swimming in a sea of lubrication, pussy juice flowing from her
recesses and turning her cunt into a river of lust.  There was a
little pain with each stroke of his large penis, but this served
to heighten her pleasure.  She wanted to be pounded into the
patio floor, smashed under his body.
     "Give it to me, fuck me!  Oh...God, I can...fuck me with
your hot dick," she babbled.  "Oh, uh, please...harder..."  She
never wanted it to end.  She wanted to fuck forever, coming under
his pounding prick.  She felt the wave of orgasm break around
her, drawing her with it until her body felt like it was in a
whirlpool.  Her hips shook...her pussy gushed again and
again...her whole body trembled in the wind of lust.
     Feeling her body shake beneath his, feeling her cunt grab
his cock and squeeze it in convulsive tremors, he cried, "I'm
gonna cum, too.  I'm gonna CUM!"  He raised slightly and began
pumping in and out jerkily, his sperm boiling in his balls.  He
felt the violent urge to cum...to let his balls burst forth their
sticky fluid to run through his cock and spurt into her waiting
vagina.  In and out he pounded frantically into her, feeling her
legs squeeze him, holding him firmly in place.  "I'm gonna
cum--uh--uh--uh--fuck me lady!  Here it comes, feel it!  FEEL
IT!"  He yelled as he felt his semen gush from the buried head of
his prick, spurting out in thick gobs, rope after rope of jism
splattering the walls of her cunt.
     Barbara felt his cock swell and spurt in her hole as the
last spasms of her own orgasm hit her, her cunt drenching his
prick in juices.
     "More," she whispered, grinding against him, forcing herself
over the edge into another cum.  As his semen splattered into her
wet canal, she convulsed again, her mind blacking out as she fell
over into the throes of her orgasm, letting herself be carried
away on the wings of lust.  "I love it...I'm cumming again...cum
in me, give me 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 backyard in broad daylight, stark
naked, clasping an equally naked body in her arms.  Anybody could
see her, could come in like he had!
     "Oh!"  she cried sharply.  "Get up!  Get off me!"  She
squirmed under him, trying to push his heavy body from her.
     "Hey, what's wrong?"  the man asked, holding her down and
looking at her.  "What's the matter?"
     "You've got to go!  Hurry up!  Now," Barbara said
frantically.
     "Why?  You sure didn't want me to leave a minute ago!"  Skip
lowered his head and licked lazily at her sweat-covered breasts,
making her gasp and move against him.
     No, Barbara thought.  It isn't possible.  Stop it!  Her body
still wanted more!  She pushed at the boy again.  "Go away,
please, somebody might come and see us," she pleaded.
     "Expecting anybody?"  Skip asked, his head gliding lower.
     "No, but...please don't!  This is all wrong!"  Barbara
moaned.  She didn't know what to do--her body, so long deprived
of sex, was responding again to his touch.
     "What the hell?  Don't worry about it.  No one's gonna come
in, and we're just getting started!  I'm still hot for you, lady,
and I betcha you are, too.  Just lie back and enjoy it!"

     Barbara relaxed.  There was nothing else to do.  She was too
weak with longing to move except feebly--and all her instincts
were to draw the man to her, not push him away!  She sighed
languorously as his tongue licked her belly in swirling circles,
and a hot flutter of desire made her legs open in anticipation.
He was going to lick her, he was going to lick her cunt!  Barbara
moaned in lust as his raspy tongue dipped lower.  She had only
had her cunt eaten once or twice--and only after begging her
husband.  And this boy was going to do it now.  He didn't need
any urging.  In fact, he was forcing her to lie still so that he
could administer the tongue lashing!  He paused between her
widespread legs and she could feel his cool breath on the hot
lips of her cunt.
     "Don't stop!  Please--don't stop," she moaned, raising her
hips so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face, trying
to urge him to hurry.
     "Oh, I won't," promised Skip, gently opening the lips with
his fingers and letting his breath play over her.  "This is gonna
be great, eating...I won't stop!"  He held her twat open wide,
staring into the red-lined interior, watching the tiny entrance
to her vagina open and close.  "Wow!"  he said.  He had never
seen a cunt like this one, so fully developed.  The pussies of
his young girl friends were just slick little pink slits, nothing
like this!  He feasted his eyes on the luxuriant growth of pubic
hair, curling in reddish swirls over her snatch and down between
her legs, almost concealing the fat lips of her cunt, which were
dark red with lust.  As he watched, the whole cunt moved and a
drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing hole.  He dropped his
head and covered the whole vulva with his mouth, sucking in like
a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out more the fluid.
     "Oh God!"  Barbara muttered through clenched teeth.  The
waiting had been almost unendurable--she had thought he would
never start.  "Suck it.  Stick your tongue in...honey," she
sobbed, feeling the familiar darts of lust tear at her vitals.
"I need it...stick your tongue in there.  I want it!"

     Skip was in no real hurry.  He was thoroughly enjoying this.
His cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg as he tasted
the pungent juices.  He felt a great surge of power as he excited
this older woman with his tongue, making her beg for it.  He
wanted her screaming and moaning under his mouth...then he would
give his throbbing cock some release.  He was going to shove it
in her throat and make her suck him, too!  He groaned at the
thought of sliding into her wet mouth and redoubled his efforts
at her crotch. He nipped gently with his teeth at the engorged
nub of her clitoris and ran his tongue up and down the length of
her slit.
     Barbara squealed as his tongue hit her clit, sending waves
of pleasure through her.  She bucked her hips against his face,
trying to engulf his whole mouth, trying to force his tongue into
her.  She could hardly believe the feelings that shot through
her.  She was on fire, her whole body churning and quaking with
lust.
     "Eat me, harder, stick it in there!"  she moaned, her head
thrashing from side to side, her hips undulating under his face.
She smashed her pussy into his mouth, her juices filling his
mouth and running down his chin.  He slurped and gulped noisily,
draining her dry as fast as she could secrete.  He reached up
with both hands and grasped her tits, squeezing the mounds of
flesh between his fingers, rolling the nipples between his thumb
and forefinger.  At the touch, Barbara shook all over, threads of
fire radiating from her nipples throughout her body.
     "I'm going crazy.  I can't stand it.  Eat me, honey, stick
your tongue in there, make me cum!"  Barbara screamed, no longer
caring if anyone could hear or not.  Her whole being was
concentrated in the patch between her legs.  Her vagina was a
hungry demanding hole, aching for release.  Suddenly she felt a
wild urge to take him in her mouth--to suck him as he was sucking
her, to feel his hard dick filling her throat.  "Cock--gimme
cock," she mumbled.  "Stick it in my mouth--I want your hot dick
in my mouth!"

     Skip grinned as the lewd words burst from the woman's mouth.
He had her now.  She would do anything he asked, anything at all
to keep his tongue in her hot box, whipping her to orgasm.
"Sure, lady," he mumbled through a mouthful of cunt.  "Anything
you say."  He swung his body lithely on top of her, positioning
his rampant cock over her mouth.  "Go to it--gimme some head," he
commanded, lifting his mouth for a minute, then plunging again
into the swampy marsh of her pussy.
     Barbara eagerly grasped the shaft of the pulsing cock,
bringing it to her mouth.  She stuck out her tongue and ran it
over the head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the
slit, then sliding it under the lip of the cap, hitting the most
sensitive nerves.  She felt his legs tremble as she licked the
sensitive head, swirling her tongue around and around, and smiled
to herself.  The feel of his dick in her mouth intensified her
pleasure.  She could feel his mouth gnawing at her cunt with even
more intensity.  She was being filled at both ends, fucked in the
mouth and cunt, and her body quivered with pre-orgasmic shivers.
As she let the head of his penis slip between her lips, she felt
his tongue finally enter her vaginal canal.  It lashed at the
walls, boring into her like a drill, opening her insides, licking
up every drop of fluid.  She fucked her hips against it.  She
wished she had a thousand openings, and they were all filled with
cock or tongue!
     She sucked in more of his dick, relaxing her throat muscles
to let him probe more deeply.  As her lips inched greedily on his
shaft, swallowing more and more of the turgid length.  Skip tried
to hold back.  He tried not shove forward.  He wanted her to take
it in herself, but finally it was too much, and, with a strangled
cry, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat.
     Barbara gagged as his cock hit the tender muscles of her
throat, then relaxed and sucked greedily on the stick.  She was
in a dream of lust now, her body pinioned beneath his, her secret
places invaded by his lashing tongue.
     As his penis slid in and out of her throat, she reached up
and caught his balls in her hands, squeezing gently, rubbing the
base of his root with her thumb.  She could feel the cum in his
balls, making them hard as marbles inside their wrinkled sack.
She held them gently, stirring them.  Her slobber wet his cock
and ran over her chin and down her neck.  She swallowed and
gulped, trying not to choke as his cock battered into her throat.
She could feel orgasm bubbling in her.  She rubbed her cunt into
his face, mutely urging him to suck harder, to bring her cum.
     Skip did.  His face was buried in her cunt.  He could hardly
breathe through the overwhelming odor of excited pussy...and he
loved it!  He loved the way her cunt grabbed at his tongue,
trying to pull it in deeper.  He loved the smell, the taste of
pussy cum, and he sucked even harder, drawing it all in his
mouth.  His teeth clamped on her clitoris and he began strumming
the excited organ with his tongue, clasping it firmly when it
tried to retreat into its sheath. Barbara churned against him.
     He slipped one hand under her bucking ass and searched for
her asshole.  She tensed as she realized what he was going to do,
then relaxed as feeling swept her.  She didn't care...she had
never had her asshole violated, but she didn't care!  She wanted
his finger in there!  She took a deep breath around his penis and
began probing for his asshole, too.  At the same time both
fingers found their marks.  As his digit invaded her tiny
shithole, hers shot up his ass!  She gasped as the new sensation
hit her--it felt like a tiny red hot poker was reaming her out,
stabbing into her vitals!

     She groaned and rammed her finger up him to the knuckle,
turning it from side to side, screwing his ass!  She gobbled his
prick, feeling it harden between her lips, swelling as his cum
threatened to burst.  She drew her lips over her teeth, making a
ridge, and jacked up and down the length of his shaft, twirling
her tongue over the head on each stroke.  She knew he was very
near orgasm now.  She gulped eagerly, wanting to feel the hot
flood of his sperm in her throat.
     Skip pounded into her mouth, his mind a blur of intense
feeling.  Her finger in his shithole massaged his prostate,
sending sharp twinges of desire through him.  He could feel her
other hand cupping his balls, squeezing them gently, urging his
cum.  He stuck his tongue full length up her vaginal canal,
wanting to bring her off at the same time.  He could feel her
legs clamped around his neck in a stranglehold, and he knew by
the way they were shaking that her orgasm was near.  He caught
her jumping clitoris between his teeth and bit down fairly hard.
Ordinarily this would cause pain, but at this point it merely
added to her lust, hastening her cum.
     Come on, baby, he thought.  Cum in my fucking face, I can't
hold off much longer.  Come on...let me taste you cum!  He
stabbed his finger in and out of her ass.
     Barbara felt herself cumming.  The waves of orgasm swept
over her, making her shake and shudder.  Her pussy convulsed,
sending forth a thick stream of cunt juice, filling the boy's
mouth with her cum.  She bucked against him, her body gone
berserk with passion.  Her mouth clamped on his prick, and she
sucked with all her might.  She needed his semen flooding her
mouth.  She knew she would spasm even harder when his jism hit
her throat.
     Skip suddenly began fucking her mouth with short quick jabs.
His balls were bursting...his prick was on fire and ready to
explode.  Desperately, he fucked her mouth, using it like a cunt,
pounding into it, forcing her throat to open and take him in.
And then the man came.  He spurted wildly into her open mouth,
his pecker jumping with the force of the orgasm that ripped
through him.  He came and came...gob after gob of thick, gooey
sperm gushed from the head of his prick, splattering into her
mouth, hitting the walls of her throat.
     Barbara gulped wildly, swallowing the creamy sperm her own
final cum convulsing her.  She sucked and sucked, drawing every
drop of jism from his dick, swallowing it all and wanting more.
She wanted to drink endlessly from this fountain of cum...the
taste and texture of the thick drink excited her to a new plateau
of lust.  Frantically she drained the softening penis.  She
gulped down the last mouthful and lay back.  Her body still
twitched with the last of her orgasm.  Skip cleaned her out with
his tongue, tenderly licking the still engorged pussy, cleaning
off the last traces of cum.  Finally he raised his head and slid
his body off hers.  His limp penis slipped from her mouth, and
she reached after it, wanting to keep it in her mouth.  He swung
around so he faced her and smiled at her.  His lips and chin were
smeared with pussy cum, and she raised her head to kiss him,
wanting to taste her juices.
     "Wow...you give some fantastic head," he said approvingly.
"And your pussy, well, that tastes great!"  He smacked his lips
happily.  "I could taste my cum in there from when I screwed you
before...something, huh?"  He grinned at her.  This had sure
turned out to be some afternoon.  He had seen the sexy woman
around town and had fantasized over her, but he had never dreamed
he would actually fuck her and then eat her out and have her blow
him.  He smiled at her, feeling all the power of his young
manhood at conquering her.  "You've got a great body, too. I
mean, you're really something special!  You're beautiful!"  He
looked at her, visions of fucking her in every conceivable
position running through his mind.  He could come here every day.
He wanted to do things to her he had never even thought of
before--fuck her in the ass, between the breasts, the list was
endless!
     Maybe he could get it up again...he'd sure love to put it in
her once more.  He shivered, remembering how tight and hot it had
been around his finger.  He could almost feel it around his dick.
That'd really be something, he thought avidly, picturing himself
pounding into her creamy ass.
     Barbara was just lying there.  She was covered with sweat
and exhausted, but her body was satisfied.  She purred like a
kitten sunning itself.


     "Jerry!" she gasped.  "I thought you were at school!  How--
what are you doing here?"
     "I got all A's so I didn't have to take exams," Jerry
explained.  "Aren't you glad to see me, Mom?"
     "Of course I am.  I'm just a little surprised," Barbara
answered.  Surprise wasn't the word for it.  What if he'd come
five minutes sooner?  she thought grimly, picturing her son's
horror-stricken face.  She trod water, trying to compose her
mind, trying to still her pounding heart.  Guilt flooded her.
How could she have succumbed to her lust--right here in her own
home, with her son only minutes away. She closed her eyes.  She
felt like she wa going to faint.

     "Are you okay, Mom?" Jerry asked worriedly, looking at his
mother's flushed face.  "You look kinda weird."
     "Oh, I'm fine.  Just the heat.  Thought I'd cool off in the
pool..."  Barbara became aware that she was babbling and pulled
herself together.  "Well, I think it's wonderful you're home.
Let's see, what time is it?  Maybe we could go out for supper."
She clambered out of the water and stood beside her son.  She
glanced down at her body--all in order, no telltale signs of
passion.  "Would you like that?"
     "Sure, Mom," Jerry answered.  He looked at her out of the
corner of his eye.  It had been some time since he'd seen his
mother in a bikini, and he'd been too young before to appreciate
her beauty.  For the first time he looked at her as a woman and
not his mother.  He was slightly embarrassed at his feelings, and
he tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nearly nude
flesh.  He hadn't seen many girls in brief bathing attire this
close.  He and his buddies at school occasionally sneaked up the
hill and spied on the local bathing beauties at the beach...but
that was at a distance.  He swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes
on the ground.  Unbidden, he thought of the pictures in his
suitcase.  An older boy had given them to him, and he hadn't
dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory.  He felt
a sudden urge to run get them and take them to his bedroom to
peruse them in private.  He was aware of a breathlessness--a
tightening in his groin that occurred when he was stimulated.
     "Well, Jerry?  That okay?  I've got a date later on, but we
can go to the pizza place or something first."  Barbara looked at
her son anxiously.  Now he was looking odd.  Maybe the sun was
getting him, too.  All the worried mother now, all thoughts of
her former lust erased, Barbara put out one hand and stroked her
I GUESS son's forehead.
     Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot.  "Yes, that'll be great,
Mom.  I'll--I'll just run my bags upstairs."  He pulled away.
     "Why don't you lie down and rest for a while?  You look a
little pale.  I know that bus trip is murder!"  Barbara smiled at
her son.  "And I am glad you're home early.  You just startled me
earlier.  I wasn't expecting anyone."
     "The door was open, so I just came on in," Jerry answered.
"I think I will go lie down..."  He looked at his mother, trying
to appear sick.  If she'll leave me alone for an hour or so, I
can look at my pictures, he thought feverishly. The desire to
gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an obsession.  He
licked his lips slightly and glanced at his mother again,
wondering if she suspected anything.  No, she wasn't even looking
at him.  She was staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny
look on her face.  He shrugged.  "See ya in a while, Mom," he
said, turning and running upstairs.
     Barbara followed him more slowly.  I guess he didn't suspect
anything, she mused.  He did look a little strange for a minute--
he was staring at me...but it was probably the heat.  I think
I'll take a shower, too...must get on with things.  I have to
forget that boy--that must never happen again.  I wonder how old
he is--nineteen?  He looks mature for his age.  As she remembered
the most mature part of his body, she blushed vividly and thrust
down the thought.  Never again.  I'll have to be sure to keep the
door locked from now on.  Anyhow, now that Jerry's home for
break, he won't bother me again.  I'll keep so busy with Jerry I
won't have time to think about horrible lewd things.  Filled with
resolution, Barbara disappeared into her bedroom.  God!  My own
son will be nineteen next week!  And here I was with a boy his
own age!

     Jerry sprawled on the bed.  He had closed his door and felt
quite safe.  His Mom never came in when the door was closed. She
was a great believer in privacy.  He spread the pictures in front
of him and began to look at each one carefully.  He had pulled
his pants off in preparation for his jack-off session.  He
figured that if he came really good, it would wipe out the
thoughts he'd had looking at his mother.  Jerry knew how awful it
was to have thoughts like that about your mother--it was a major
sin.  Not only that, if anyone found out they'd probably put him
in a home or something.  Someplace for perverted, evil boys.  He
shivered and resolved never to look at his mother again.  He
concentrated on the pictures.
     There were seven of them.  The first was of a buxom blonde.
She was naked except for a garter belt and black nylons, and she
was staring at the camera with a lascivious expression on her
face, her tongue protruding from her full lips.
     Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to
kiss her on those full wet lips.  As his eyes slowly took in the
rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his hand dropped
to his penis, which was hardening against his leg.  He grasped it
between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking it.  He
looked at the woman's pictured breasts for a long time, his
breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the
picture, imagining how those big boobs would feel under his hand.
"Oh, baby," he breathed.  "What a set!"  He breathed harder,
picturing his lips fastened on the erect nipples.  Almost
unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther down.

     The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding her
cunt open with one hand, showing the treasures inside.  A thick
growth of bushy curls covered her twat, curling along the
extended lips of her open cunt.  Jerry could just make out the
ridges and convolutions of the slit.  He peered closer.  It
looked wet.  It almost glistened in the picture, seeming to
beckon him nearer.  He stroked it with a trembling finger,
fantasizing that he was running his digit over a real, wet cunt.
He had touched a cunt before--the gardener's daughter let the
boys at school feel her for a dollar.  But she didn't have one
like this.  Hers was sparsely furred and the slit was tiny,
nothing like this fleshy abundance.  Jerry could see a tiny knob
of flesh at the top of the opening.  He wondered if that was the
thing the boy who had given him the picture had told him about.
Supposedly you could just press on this nub of flesh and the girl
would let you do anything you wanted.  Jerry's hand moved faster
on his pecker as he imagined what he would do.  He put the
picture aside and went on to the next.
     In this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a guy
off.  The girl's body wasn't as full as the other woman's--her
breasts were small and tilted upwards.  Jerry thought they looked
like ripe fruit and wished he could bite into them.  Her body was
bent over, showing her luscious ass, and the contrast of her long
red hair against the white ass made Jerry's heart stop.  But the
interesting thing was--her mouth was completely full--her lips
distended around this enormous dick she was trying to swallow
whole.  Jerry looked at the man's genitals appreciatively and
wondered if his would ever be that size.
     The man's root was huge.  It sprang from a nest of dense
black curls, pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused.  The
head and about half the shaft were buried in the red head's
sucking mouth.  Her cheeks puffed out and around it, trying to
accommodate the rod.  One of the man's hands was caught in the
girl's hair, holding her head steady, the other was squeezing one
of her breasts.  Her hands were cupped under his balls, one of
them disappearing under his bottom.  Jerry wondered what she was
doing, then it came to him!  She was feeling the guy's asshole!
He shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a lady sucking
on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same time.  His
hand stroked up and down his pecker in short quick strokes, then
slowed.  He could feel his cum building up, and he wanted to look
at the rest of the pictures before he came.  He flipped to the
next one, his hand keeping a steady rhythm on his penis.

     "Hoo, boy!" he breathed.  This was the best one yet.  In
this picture a busty brunette was lying spread-eagled on the bed,
her heavy breasts hanging to the side, her widespread thighs
facing the camera.  Above her, his dick still spurting, a man
knelt.  He had apparently just fucked her, for gobs of semen
clung to her open vagina and dripped from the head of his
softening prick.
     The photographer had caught the moment perfectly.  The
woman's face was glazed with lust, her nipples still turgid with
passion.  Her open cunt seemed to quiver with its load of fresh
sperm.  Her twat hairs were coated with the sticky stuff--it was
running down her legs and over her stomach.  "Wow--he must've
really shot a wad," Jerry breathed.
     He wished it were his sperm that was dripping down the
woman's outspread legs.  He wondered how it felt to spurt into a
cunt--to cover a woman with cum.  His hand was moving furiously
now.  He wanted to cum--to pretend he was spurting all over the
woman in the picture.  "God...fuck me, baby," he said hoarsely,
squeezing at his prick as he thought a cunt would.  "I'm gonna
shoot all over your twat!"  The lewd words coming from his mouth
excited him even more and he hurriedly turned to the next
picture.

     There were three people in this one.  A woman knelt in the
center, her full breasts hanging down loosely.  Behind her, a
dark man was plunging into her ass, his dick cleaving her
buttocks neatly, his balls smashed against the full roundness of
her buttocks.  He was reaching under her with one hand, feeling
her twat.  In front of her another man was thrusting his turgid
prick into her open mouth.  He was holding her by the hair and
pinching her breasts with his free hand.  The woman seemed in an
ecstatic trance, her mouth wide to receive the giant prick, her
buttocks spread to accommodate the man behind her.  Jerry
couldn't decide which guy he'd rather be, the one with his prick
buried in that hot asshole, or the one with his dick in the wet
sucking mouth.
     "Wow...shake it, baby," he murmured to the woman, feeling
his pecker buried in the convulsing asshole.  "Give me a ride!"
He thrust wildly into his hand.  He could feel his balls
tightening and lifting, and knew he couldn't hold off any longer.
The other pictures would have to wait.  He jacked off furiously,
his eyes glued to the lustful threesome, his mind whirling with
the stimulus he had received.  "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm
cumming...suck it baby...I'm gonna shoot!  I'm cummingggg!!"  His
young penis began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum
jerking from the head in an endless stream, gushing through his
hand, landing on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread.
Jerry couldn't remember ever cumming so much--it seemed like it
would never end.  Unbidden, a picture of his mother in her bikini
flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured balls
giving up the last burst of sperm.  "Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled,
turning over, rolling toward the edge of the bed.
     And then he saw her.  His mother.  Standing in the doorway,
her eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange expression on her
face.
     "Mom!" he gasped in horror.  Of all the things he had
imagined, he had never thought of his mom catching him jacking
off.  "Oh no, Mom!"  He stared at her in abject amazement.  He
couldn't think what to do next.  It was perfectly obvious what he
had been doing--there was no way to hide his cum-smeared young
hard-on and the assortment of pictures.  Jerry wondered how long
she had been standing there.  Had she actually seen him cum?
Through the embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware
of a twinge of lust at the thought of his lovely mother watching
him jack off.
     "It's okay, dear...nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara said.
"I'm sorry--I knocked, but I thought you said come in.  It's
perfectly normal.  I didn't realize you were growing up so fast."
Barbara smiled at her son, hoping her emotions were well hidden.
For what she felt was not motherly at all--she was suffused with
sudden lust!  She had knocked at the boy's door--that was
true--but she had heard his voice crying out lewd words,
accompanied by grunts and moans.  She hadn't been able to resist
opening the door quietly, driven by curiosity and something else
she couldn't name.  And she had seen her son, his hand wrapped
around his prick, jerking off as he writhed on the bed, his eyes
fixed on a picture he held in his other hand.  She blushed,
remembering the picture--a woman being screwed in the ass while
she blew another guy.  Part of her wondered how it would feel to
take on two men at once--but she quickly squelched that thought.
     Her eyes had been full of her son's jumping dick.  She
couldn't move--couldn't force herself away.  As he neared
completion, her hand had strayed inside her robe and found her
cunt dripping with moisture.  When he came, she had plunged her
finger into herself, frigging her clitoris desperately.  She
hadn't had time to cum, and she was in a state of aroused
passion, her body aching with lust as she tried to calmly
reassure herself that masturbation was normal.

     Maybe that is, but what I'm feeling is perverted--wrong--
immoral, she thought to herself.  Screwing this afternoon was bad
enough--this--this, this is a sin.  No mother should think this
way about her son.  It's impossible...I must be insane!  She drew
her robe closely around her, as if she could shut away her
depraved desires.  "Don't worry about it, dear.  I'll never come
in your room and disturb you again.  And please, don't worry.
We'll forget about the whole episode.  I'm going to get dressed
for supper now. Pizza okay?"  She smiled brightly at her son and
backed out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.
     Jerry still sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in
turmoil.  He hadn't believed it when his mother had walked in on
him.  He still didn't in fact.  But she had been real nice about
it.  She hadn't seemed too shocked or anything.  Jerry blushed
again.  He didn't see how he could look her in the face again
after what she'd seen!  And if she knew that he'd been thinking
about her when he came...  Jerry winced.  Still, she hadn't
seemed horrified.  In fact her expression had reminded him of
someone.  He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the first
picture, the one with the big blonde, her face glazed with lust.
He stared at the picture wondering how it could remind him of his
mom as she had stood in the doorway, then shrugged.  He'd do what
she had suggested--forget the whole thing, pretend it had never
happened.  But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of his
buddies to spend break with him.  For some reason, Jerry didn't
want to be in the house alone with his mother.  Not if she was
going to keep running around in bikinis and bathrobes!
     Jerry clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a
T-shirt.  "Okay, Mom, ready to go!" he sang out.
     Barbara got up slowly from the couch and smiled at her son.
She was dressed in a green dress with a low neckline, and as
Jerry saw the twin swell of her breasts, his resolve hardened.
He just couldn't stay alone with her, not thinking the thoughts
he did!  If Steve of Richard was here he could control himself
better, could go off with them and try to ignore this sexy
creature who happened to be his mother.
     "Hey, Mom, would it be all right if I called up Steve and
asked him to spend break with me?  He didn't have anywhere to go.
He's still at school.  I told him I'd ask you and he could come
up later if it was okay with you.  He'll be finished with exams
by tomorrow."

     "Sure, hon," Barbara answered, aware of a pang of
disappointment at not having her son to herself.  "Call him right
away...tell him I'd be glad to have him visit.  I know you boys
don't want to be around us old folks all the time!"  She smiled
at him lovingly, wishing she could see him without visualizing
his young pecker spurting his hot, tasty-looking cream.
     "Oh, it's not that, Mom!  You're sure not old.  I mean, it's
just that I promised Steve...that is, he's all alone at school."
Jerry floundered in explanation, hoping he hadn't hurt his mother
by intimating that he didn't want to be around her.
     "I understand, Jerry.  Why don't you call him now, and then
we'll go out for supper.  I have a date with Mr. Greenway
tonight.  Will you be all right by yourself?  I didn't know you
were coming home, or I'd surely stay.  I can break the date if
you'd rather have me stay."
     "Oh no.  I mean...I'll be fine.  Got some reading to do--
wouldn't be good company anyhow," Jerry stuttered, completely
unnerved by the prospect of his mother remaining home.
     "I guess so.  You're a big boy now, after all," Barbara
looked at her son, and they both flushed and looked away as they
remembered what a big boy he was.
     No, not a boy.  He was almost a man now.  Why did this
thought hurt?  Her own age?  Life slipping away from her.  Was
this why she peddled that damned bicycle mile after tortuous
mile?  To somehow, some way, hold on to her youth?
     She looked at her legs.  They were tanned and muscular.
"Bike freak," she said to herself, using the same intonation that
young Jim had that day at the motel.  But what could the damned
bike do when her chin began to sag, or the crow's feet began to
spider around her eyes?  When would that be, five years, six
years?  What would she end up, a little old gray-haired lady with
a trim, tight body that didn't match her false teeth?
     She had read an advertisement in today's newspaper.  A
plastic surgeon saying he understood, the dilemma of the "aging
woman."  Eyelid lifts, chin lifts, brow-creases eliminated.  No.
She wasn't to that yet.  But how long would a lousy two-hundred
dollar bicycle keep her young?  Not long.  Not long...

     Barbara sat in the dark bar with Jason Greenway, trying to
smile and nod at the appropriate places in the conversation, but
her thoughts were elsewhere.  She was remembering her young lover
of the afternoon, dwelling on his powerful physique and boyish
face, recalling how expertly he had brought her smoldering
passions into flame.  She shivered slightly as she pictured her
uninhibited enjoyment of the boy's advances, and a drop of
moisture welled in her vagina.  She pressed her legs together.
     "Isn't that so, Barbara?" asked Jason Greenway.
     "Oh.  Yes, of course.  You're absolutely right," Barbara
murmured.  Her cunt was itching and burning with repressed desire
now, and she felt that she couldn't stand sitting here listening
to him much longer.  I don't want to be here, she thought boldly.
I want to enjoy myself--dance--I want to fuck somebody--anybody.
Her thoughts strayed to the exciting picture of her young son
jerking off, and she moaned faintly as she tried to banish the
wicked thought.
     "I say, are you all right?"  Jason peered at his companion's
face worriedly.  She had seemed strange all evening--abstracted.
He remembered that her son had come home unexpectedly and
wondered if that was disturbing her.  "Are you worried about
Jerry?  He'll be fine.  He's a grown man now, and you said his
friend would be here tomorrow morning."
     "Yes, I mean, no, I'm not worried," Barbara said, laughing
wildly.  If he only knew how worried I am!  she thought to
herself.  "I'm fine."
     "Well, if you don't mind my saying so, you look a trifle
under the weather," Jason Greenway continued.  "If you'd prefer
to go home..."
     "No, no, I want to dance!" Barbara said suddenly, standing
up.  "Come on, Jason, dance with me."  Actually, she wanted to
ride a bike!
     "Certainly, my dear," Jason replied ponderously, sliding
back his chair and joining her.  He led her to the floor and put
his arms about her correctly, leading her in a slow step.
     Barbara felt the music enter her, and she swayed to the
rhythm gracefully.  She pressed close to her partner.  Jason held
himself stiffly as the woman pressed into him.  He couldn't
imagine what had gotten into her.  She was practically embracing
him in the middle of the dance floor!  He drew back slightly.
This would never do...mauling each other like a pair of horny
teen-agers!  "Barbara..."  He pushed her away from him firmly and
took charge again, leading her in correct steps.  He sighed
faintly with relief.  He wanted her, certainly, but he preferred
to court her slowly, in keeping with his age and station.  And a
proper courtship certainly didn't include getting an erection on
the dance floor!
     Barbara sighed in disappointment.  No use, she thought.
He's an old stick-in-the-mud.  I wonder if he'll ever do anything
at all with me, or just wait until we both die of old age!  Out
loud she said, "Jason, perhaps you're right.  I'm not feeling
very well at all.  I guess we'd better go home."
     "Certainly, my dear," Jason replied, relieved.  Maybe he had
imagined the wanton way she had pushed herself at him, after all,
she was ill.  He felt a slight twinge of regret as he led her to
the car.  Maybe he should speed things up a bit.  She had had
plenty of time to get over her unfortunate divorce.  He resolved
to go a bit farther than the customary kiss tonight.  After all,
he was a man, and getting tired of buying sex from the whores
downtown!  Perhaps he and Barbara could become engaged soon.  He
smiled at her benignly and opened the door.  Barbara got in and
sat morosely at the far side, next to the door.  She didn't know
what was wrong with her.  First she'd fucked a boy young enough
to be her son, then she watched her own son jack off and been
terribly aroused by it, and now she practically attacked her
staid boyfriend.  All because of that tormenting itch between her
legs.  Angrily she chastised herself.  Jason wasn't rejecting
her--he was just trying to show how much he respected her.  But I
don't want to be respected, she thought.  I want to be fucked!
If only he'd satisfy me--get rid of these horrible, sinful
yearnings.  She looked appealingly at the man sitting next to
her.
     Jason reached over and slid an arm around Barbara's
shoulders, then lowered his head and kissed her firmly on the
lips.  She stiffened, then relaxed against him, murmuring,
kissing him back, using her teeth and tongue, sticking her soft
wet tongue into his mouth and running it over his lips.  His arms
tightened around her, and he slid one hand down to cup her breast
through the thin fabric of her dress.  Instantly, the nipple
hardened and pressed against his palm.
     She isn't wearing a bra, he thought in confusion.  Nice
women didn't act like this, according to his experience. His
ex-wife certainly hadn't.  She had been cold and stiff from the
day he married her to the day she died.  He had resigned himself
to the fact, and had bought his sexual pleasures from willing
young women.  When Barbara had divorced her husband and he had
begun to see her as his future wife, he had treated her as
befitted a nice woman, and she had never shown any signs of
wanting anything else.  Until now.  Unbelieving, he massaged the
warm breast in his hand, hearing the quickened breathing of the
woman in his arms.  She was squirming against him now, her dress
hiked up over her thighs, inviting his hand to travel lower.  In
a daze, he dropped his hand, reaching under the hem of her dress
and probing gently at the mound of her groin, covered with damp
nylon.  As his finger carefully snaked itself under the edge of
her panties and crept into the damp warmth between her thighs,
Barbara trembled convulsively and squirmed even nearer to him,
her free hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
     "Oh, Jason.  Touch me, please..." she moaned, unzipping his
pants and capturing his penis.  He jumped at the shock of her
touch.  He couldn't believe any of this.  He hadn't felt up a
girl in the car since high school!  His thick penis was hardening
slowly in her hand and he pushed his finger into her damp crotch,
amazed at the wetness.

     "Barbara, maybe we should wait," he muttered.  "Take you to
my house."
     "No!  Here!  Fuck me here!"  Barbara hissed, pulling him
against her.  Her pulse was pounding.  She had no other thought
than to get his prick inside her twitching cunt.  She jerked her
skirt up around her waist, exposing her belly and nylon covered
twat to his gaze.  "Take off my panties and stick it in," she
cried lewdly bumping her hips so that his finger slipped all the
way in.  "It feels so good, darling."  He pulled her panties down
her long legs and finger-fucked her methodically.  His mind was
awhirl with lust now.  He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He didn't care who she was or where they were...he hadn't been so
excited in years.  Grunting, he pulled his pecker free from her
hand and hunched over her in the seat, not even bothering to pull
down his trousers.

     "All right, if that's what you want," he muttered,
positioning himself at the opening of her womb.
     "Hurry up, fuck me!  I need it!" Barbara squealed, opening
her thighs wide.  Her head was mashed against the arm rest, and
the steering wheel was digging into her legs, but she wanted to
be fucked--now!  She pulled him on top of her, opening wide for
the invasion of his prick.  She shut her eyes, every nerve
trembling with the anticipation of having her hole filled.
     "Hey, Mac!  Cut it out...can't do that here!" a sharp voice
interrupted.  A flashlight swept the interior of the car,
revealing Barbara, with her skirt bunched around her waist and
her pussy bare.  Jason hurriedly withdrew to one side of the car,
trying to push his penis inside his pants.  "Cover yourself," he
hissed at Barbara.  He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
Imagine him, Jason Greenway, being caught in a parking lot with
his pants down like some kid.
     "Gimme your identification, buster," the policeman
continued.  Jason handed him his driver's license without a word.
As the cop perused the license, he jerked Barbara's skirt over
her thighs, glaring at her.  She was just sitting there in a
trance, her eyes unseeing.  Jason felt his anger at her for
getting him into this mess.
     He patted her hand sympathetically.  Barbara stared at him.
She was furious.  Just as she had been about to get a prick
inside her this happened!

     "Don't worry dear...I'm so sorry for this, couldn't control
myself, never happen again," he soothed her.  He was willing to
believe now that he had taken advantage of her. After all that's
how it should be.  He squared his shoulders and patted her hand
as she sobbed in rage and frustration.
     "Okay, Mr. Greenway," the cop said, reluctantly handing back
the papers.  "Just don't let it happen again.  Take the young
lady somewhere else next time!" He leered at Barbara knowingly,
then snapped off his flashlight and departed.
     They drove off.  Both were silent on the way home.  As they
drew up in front of her house, Barbara gathered up her purse,
preparing to depart.
     "I can't tell you how sorry I am," Jason began, detaining
her.  "I was carried away by your--ah, beauty.  Perhaps it's best
we were stopped.  I wanted our first time to be perfect...not
fumbling in a car like two kids!  I'll call you tomorrow dear."
     "Good night," Barbara said shortly, scrambling out of the
car.  Yeah, I'm sorry too, she thought furiously.  Another
minute...her pussy was still dripping wet and tingling with the
need to be fucked.  Oh well, I'll just go in and masturbate, she
thought.  Tomorrow...she felt the breeze hit her dripping twat
and suddenly realized that her panties still lay in Jason's car.
At the thought of his shock when he found them, she giggled and
felt better.

     Jerry felt better now.  He had gone to bed early the night
before, and hadn't even heard his mother return from her date.
Steve would be here at around lunch time, and he could forget all
about the day before.  He fixed himself a bowl of cereal and
consumed it methodically.  His mother was still asleep upstairs,
and he had no wish to see her yet anyway.  He figured he'd take a
swim after breakfast and then read until Steve got here.
     Barbara staggered into the kitchen, stopping short at the
sight of her son.  She felt like she had a hangover.  Her body
was heavy and unfulfilled, and her masturbation having brought no
relief the night before.  Her cunt throbbed dully, aching.
     "Oh.  Jerry," she mumbled, keeping her eyes away from him.
"Want anything else to eat?"
     "No, Mom, that's okay," Jerry said nervously.  He hadn't
been prepared for the sight of his mother.  She was wearing a
thin blue bathrobe, and her hair was angled down her back. In the
second before he turned away, he had seen the unfettered swell of
her breasts against the robe, and his pulse jumped alarmingly.
"I'm gonna take a swim.  Steve will be here in a couple of hours.
See ya!" Jerry jumped up from the table and rushed from the room,
leaving his cereal unfinished.

     Barbara stared after him.  The sight of her son hadn't
aroused her in any way.  Relieved, she pushed her hair back and
fixed herself a cup of coffee.  She drank her coffee slowly,
thinking of how nice it would be to have a husband to quell her
lust, a good, strong man to depend on.  I don't know what came
over me yesterday, but it'll never happen again, she promised
herself.  I think I'll even take a swim with Jerry, to show it
was all nonsense!  I must have imagined all those things.  I
couldn't seriously want to fuck my son!  She laughed at her
fantasies, secure now that she would soon have a way out of her
difficulties.
     Jerry clattered down the stairs dressed in his bathing
trunks.  He could see his mother in the kitchen, drinking her
coffee, and he breathed a sigh of relief as she rinsed out her
cup and disappeared upstairs.
     "Now if she'll just stay away this morning, I'll be okay,"
he muttered to himself, diving into the pool.  He didn't
understand his reactions of yesterday.  He knew his mother was a
fine, pure woman who would have been horrified at his evil
fantasies.  He would always be grateful for her calm acceptance
of his masturbation, though, he decided, swimming around the
pool.
     He swam vigorously, determined to live up to the image he
imagined his mother had of him.  As he began his fifth lap, he
looked up and saw his mother approaching the pool.  She had on a
white bathing suit, different from yesterday's, but no less
revealing.  Her full breasts spilled out of the top, and the
bottom threatened to fall from her rounded hips at any moment.

     Oh, wow, Jerry thought wildly, staring.  She looked a
hundred times better than any of the girls in the pictures. And
she was here.  Right in front of him.  He took a deep breath and
dove under water, trying to ignore the involuntary hardening of
his prick.  He swam under the water with bursting ears and tight
loins, wondering miserably how the hell he was going to get out
of the pool with a hard-on. Finally he surfaced and regarded her
warily from the far side of the pool.
     "Hope you don't mind me joining you!" Barbara called gaily.
     "Oh no, Mom, fine," Jerry replied, treading water, trying to
keep the lower part of his body turned away from her.  It was
under water, but the pool was crystal clear, and his pulsing
erection could plainly be seen.
     Barbara dove cleanly into the water and surfaced shaking her
head like a puppy.  "Whew!  Feels good!" she cried, swimming over
to her son.  He turned his back to her and inched away from her,
trying not to be too obvious.  The cool water was having
absolutely no effect on his erection.  It throbbed unceasingly
between his legs, growing bigger by the minute.
     "Wanna race?" he croaked.
     "Sure!  Five laps?" Barbara said vivaciously.  The water was
soothing her jangled nerves.  She looked fondly at her son,
wondering how she had ever entertained such lustful thoughts
about him.  Why, he's just a little boy, she assured herself.
"Let's go!"  She struck off, turning her head briefly to insure
that Jerry was racing with her, then settled down to swimming in
earnest.  As she finished the last lap, she pulled herself onto
the side of the pool.  Her exhilaration faded as she watched her
son swimming slowly toward her.  His face was contorted in a
grimace as he swam jerkily.  She stood up, worried.  Jerry was an
excellent swimmer and should have beat her hands down.
     "Are you all right, dear?" she called.  Maybe he has a
cramp!  She thought, diving back into the pool and swimming to
her son.

     "I'm okay, Mom, leave me alone," Jerry gasped.  Barbara put
her arm around him as he paddled slowly to the shallow end.  "For
Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing off her arm.  "I'm okay."
     Barbara stared at her son, puzzled.  Her glance went over
him and rested on his groin, as if drawn by a magnet.  The magnet
of his pulsing erection pushing out the thin material of his
trunks.
     "Oh, Jerry," she whispered.  Her mind wavered.  She reached
out a hand and gently touched the lump at his crotch, her fingers
stroking.  Her hand had a will of its own.  She watched dazed, as
she squeezed her son's penis.  The scene blurred before her eyes
as an electric thrill ran through her.  She caressed Jerry's
rock-hard projection, staring at him, her eyes glazed, her mouth
open.  Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing and
the burning in her cunt spread through her body, making her legs
weak and shaky.
     "Mom!" Jerry cried in anguish.  He didn't know what was
happening.  One minute he had been swimming painfully, impeded by
his arousal, the next his mother was stroking him, staring at him
with a strange expression in her eyes.  His prick jumped under
her fingers and his hands burned to grasp her heaving breasts.
     At his voice, Barbara shook herself, emerging from a dream
of lust to reality.  Her hand dropped, she floundered backwards
in the water as she plunged to shore.  Her only thought was to
get out of here--away from the scene of her betrayal.  God, what
am I doing?  Evil--wicked--oh my Lord!  INCEST! she thought,
horrified.  She left her son without a word, stumbling from the
pool, racing upstairs.

     Jerry just stood there.  "Mom, come back," he called
forlornly.  Somehow he had to comfort her--to let her know it was
all right.  He had never seen such a look of terror on anyone's
face before.  He jumped out of the pool and ran after her--too
late.  He heard the car roar off outside and slumped against the
front door, oblivious of his wetness.  His prick still throbbed.
It wanted back the hand that had stroked it so lovingly.  He
shook his head and went back inside dispiritedly to wait for his
friend Steve.  He wanted desperately to be a child again.  He
didn't know what he was going to say to his mother, or do about
this situation, but he did know that he had grown a lot older in
the last half hour.  Grown from the touch of his mother's hand...

     Barbara drove wildly through traffic, not knowing where she
was going.  Etched in her mind was an indelible picture of
stroking her son's prick.  She admitted to herself now that she
had deliberately flaunted her body before him, inviting his
response, and then had run from him, terrified.  Horror at her
perverse desires suffused her, dimming out not overwhelming the
aching of her frustrated cunt.  Her twat was burning--it wanted
to be fucked--it didn't have any scruples about who did the
fucking.  She swerved around a car, horn blaring, and tried to
think.  She could call Jason at the office.  She laughed aloud,
picturing his reaction if she stumbled in, dripping wet, and
attacked him.  Or the boy from yesterday--Skip--she remembered
telling him that she'd meet him at six...but that was too long!
She needed it now.

     "I'll go to the store he works for.  He makes deliveries for
Smith's Department Store," she said feverishly.  How she was
going to get him to leave work and come with her she dismissed as
unimportant.  If she could just see him.  She pulled into the
parking lot of the store and jumped out of the car, looking
around wildly.  "Ah, Delivery Entrance," she muttered.  She ran
to the door, and finding it open, walked in.  A man looked at her
disinterestedly.
     "Yeah, lady?"
     "Skip.  Skip, is he here?"  She peered around.
     "Yeah, he's in the back.  You his mother?"
     "Yes.  Can you get him?  It's very important, an emergency,"
Barbara said.  She felt very odd--her hair dripped down her neck,
wetting her back.
     "Sure, why don't ya sit down?  You don't look so good," the
man answered kindly.
     "Oh, I'm fine.  Just get Skip, please.  Hurry!"
     "Okay, lady, calm down."  The man was getting slightly
annoyed.  He wasn't used to wet, distraught ladies bursting into
his office to see his delivery boys.  He strolled to the inside
door and yelled, "Hey, Skip!  Your Ma's here, says it's an
emergency."
     Skip's voice came clearly.  "Ma?  I don't...hey, wait a sec!
You say she's here?  Okay."  Barbara clenched her hands together
and took a deep breath as Skip entered the room. He grinned at
her and winked slowly.  "Yeah, what's the trouble, Ma?"
     "Uh, ah...I need your help," Barbara stuttered.  She hadn't
realized how tall he was, and she hadn't remembered his shoulders
as being so broad.  He walked over to her, still grinning and
took her arm.
     "Mr. Johnson.  I'll go help my Ma.  I'll be back in a while,
okay?"
     "Well, I suppose so," the man said dubiously, looking at the
strange pair.  "She is your mother..."
     "Oh yes, sir, she certainly is," Skip answered.  "Come on,
Ma." He led Barbara firmly outside.  She clung to his arm weakly.
Now that she had him, she was tongue-tied.  "Where's the car?" he
asked.  She showed him, and he steered her to it, unlocking the
door and pushing her inside.  She collapsed on the seat and
looked at him helplessly.
     "So, what's the emergency?  Couldn't wait, huh?"  He grinned
at her again.  She shuddered at the cocksure tone.  He reached
over and pulled up her skirt roughly, sinking his finger into
her.
     "No," she whispered, pulling away.  "I wanted...I mean..."
     "Don't play coy now, lady" he said.  "You want it bad,
don'tcha?  So bad you hafta come get me from work...well, where
do you want it?  Here, or your place?"  He stroked her cunt
smoothly, his finger sliding in and out.  He felt a surge of
power as he realized how much this woman wanted him.  It was an
intoxicating feeling.
     "No, can't go home, my son's there...just drive to the
beach," Barbara stuttered.  Her body was on fire from his
finger-fucking and she knew she had to get out of here before she
succumbed in broad daylight in the parking lot.

     "Can't drive, lady.  I lost my license," Skip said.  His
teeth showed in a broad grin as he watched her.  She was flushed
and breathing hard already, just from his finger in her twat.
     Finally Skip said, "Hey, let's go!  I ain't got all day.
Let's go down to the beach.  I know a place."
     Barbara backed the car out and followed his instructions.
     It was a bright, hot day, and the beach was crowded, but
Skip directed her down a side road to a deserted point.  She
pulled to a stop and stared at him questioningly.  He was all
business now.
     "Got a blanket?  No?  Guess this hit you unexpected, huh?
Well, I'm always willing to help a lady.  Take your dress off.
Lemme see if your bod's as good as I remember.  Do it nice and
slow, now, give me a good show so I can get ready for you.
Though I don't need much," he said, looking down at his pants and
seeing the hard bulge.  "Get my prick out first," he commanded.
"Then give me a show."  He sat back against a sand dune, legs
widespread and motioned her to him.  "Come on...take it out!
     Barbara knelt in front of him and, hand shaking, unzipped
his pants.  His massive pecker sprang out, already engorged. She
moaned slightly and reached for it, but he slapped hand away.
"No, strip for me, lady.  Let's see how good you are," he
commanded, circling his prick with his thumb and forefinger.
"Make it good and hard, and I'll fuck you!  If you don't do a
good job, well..." he shrugged.
     Barbara put her hands behind her neck and unzipped her
dress, trying to remember how the stripper she had seen in Vegas
did it.  She moved her hips slightly to an imagined bump and
grind routine and slowly let the dress fall to the ground.  She
was still in her white bathing suit, and she revolved slowly in
front of him, thrusting out her pelvis, bending so he could see
the swell of her breasts.  She unhooked the top of the suit in
back and let one breast fall free, still holding it to her other
boob, teasing him.  She gathered the material in her hands and
pressed it to her chest, rubbing her tits with it, then let it
fall to the ground, revealing the full swell of her tits.  She
cupped her hands under her breasts and let her fingers trail over
the creamy surface, pinching the nipples until they stood erect.

     "Oh, yeah, that's good.  Rub'em, honey," Skip gasped,
hypnotized by the action of her hands.  He rubbed his prick
slowly, savoring the strip tease.  "The pants.  Take off the
pants.  Let me see your cunt."

     Barbara smiled.  She felt in control now as she excited the
young man.  It was obvious he wanted her badly now, and she
proposed to make him frantic with lust before she let him enter
her.  She turned her back to him and bent over, pulling the white
bikini pants off her full ass, revealing the twin moons of her
buttocks to his view.  She ran her hand over the cheeks of her
ass, parting the crack, showing a brief glimpse of her puckered
asshole, bending over so he could see the shadow of her cunt from
behind.  She straightened and turned again, facing him, hooking
her thumbs in the top of her pants and inching them down,
revealing a few reddish curls.  She looked him full in the eyes,
licking her full lips with her wet tongue.
     "Like it, Skip?  Want to see more of my cunt?" she asked
softly.
     "Yeah.  Show me your twat, baby.  Take of the pants and show
it to me!" Skip grunted.  He had pulled off his jeans now, and he
sat before her naked, his cock jerking with excitement.

     Barbara slowly slid the panties off, revealing her luxuriant
pubic bush, and stepped out of them.  She stood before him nude,
her hands covering her bush, smiling at him lewdly. She was
unbearably excited.  She could feel the moisture trickling from
her overheated cunt.  She walked in front of him, moving her
hands and spreading her legs so he could gaze at her.  One hand
held apart the fleshy lips of her cunt.  She was only inches away
from him now, and her female odor reached his nostrils.  They
twitched at the enticing smell, and he grabbed upward, bringing
her cunt against his mouth, inhaling the musky odor, lapping
fiercely at the dripping cunt.
     "Oh--yes...suck it," she squealed, her knees buckling. She
slumped onto him, her twat mashing into his face.  He licked up
and down, his nose bumping against her clitoris, sending waves of
pleasure through her.  "Eat me out, darling, eat my cunt!" she
moaned, squatting over him.  Her body writhed as it sought the
satisfaction denied since yesterday, her hips twisting and
undulating on his tongue, her cunt dripping pussy nectar down his
willing throat.  And Skip complied, doing his best to swallow the
flood of juice, slurping valiantly at the demanding cunt,
sticking his tongue into her hole and twirling around, nibbling
at the nub of her clitoris.  She came quickly, spasming wildly,
gushing into his mouth.  She fell on the sand beside him.
     "Oh, that was fantastic.  You're a great cunt lapper," she
babbled, not quite believing she had finally found the release
she had craved so violently.

     "Turn over," Skip said roughly.  He was extremely aroused--
her strip tease had almost made him shoot and he had controlled
himself with difficulty as he ate her cunt.  He wanted something
else--something he had promised himself to have yesterday.  He
wanted to plunge his pecker into the steaming depths of her ass!
He turned her over and spread her cheeks, staring enraptured at
the puckered rose of her asshole.  "Oh baby, this is gonna be
great!" he muttered, bending down and licking the crack of her
ass.  It tasted salty, not at all unpleasant.  His tongue found
the tiny hole and bored in, licking the tight dry walls,
lubricating them for his entrance.
     "Wha--what are you doing?" Barbara hissed.  "Not there. In
my cunt.  Do it in my cunt."
     "Hell no, baby.  I'm gonna cornhole you," Skip answered,
spitting in one hand and greasing his pole.  "Just relax."
     "No--no."  Barbara struggled to no avail.  She was pinned
firmly under his weight, her head pressed into the sand. Her ass
stuck up in the air, the cheeks already spread by his hand.
Unbelieving she had felt his tongue rim her, feeling like a hot
rasp.  She knew it was going to hurt terribly.  His finger had
hurt yesterday when he stuck it there!  She knew his massive
pecker would rip her in two!  "Please don't, not there," she
moaned, twisting her hips away from him.
     "Hold still, damn it," Skip muttered through clenched teeth.
"Or I will hurt you, Goddamn it!  I said hold still!"  He
punctuated his words with a sharp slap on her posterior and
Barbara subsided.  She held herself tensely, terrified of the
pain she knew would rip through her.
     Skip positioned his penis at the entrance-way to her bowels
and pressed gently.  The head slipped halfway in, stretching the
membranes and causing her to moan feebly and squirm in pain.
"Hold still!" he repeated, taking a firm grip on her and pushing
forward.  The head of his prick slipped inside the distended
hole, opening the ring of sphincter muscles for entrance.  Skip
felt the tight ring of muscles clamp against his prick and he
almost came on the spot from the exciting pressure.  He gritted
his teeth and shoved mightily.  His dick thrust into the virgin
asshole, tearing the membranes with a burst.  He slumped against
her, his cock buried in her asshole, his balls crushed against
her ass, and rested a moment, soaking in the dark warmth.  It was
a lot hotter and tighter than any cunt he'd ever been in, and dry
too!  He moved slightly, then pulled out a ways and began pumping
into her.

     Barbara stayed perfectly still.  The pain was unbearable.
She could feel the entire length of his cock inside her bowels
like a red hot poker.  Her whole ass was on fire, she could feel
the battered muscles contorting with pain as he pumped steadily
into her.  He's killing me, she thought. She groaned loudly as
pain lanced through her bowels, making her feel violently sick.
I deserve it--this is my punishment--I deserve to be treated like
this, her mind chanted to her.
     "Move it!" Skip snapped suddenly.  "You know how.  Move your
ass up and down, baby, so I can get all the way in you!"  He slid
one hand beneath her and groped for her sticky cunt, thrusting
his finger into her.  In and out.  In and out. His finger kept
perfect time with his cock and Barbara was surprised to find the
pain receding as the pleasure radiated from her cunt.  Suddenly,
she wanted him to fuck her ass.  The feelings his cock evoked
were exciting beyond belief!  She moved her hips tentatively at
first, then boldly, pushing his prong into her depths.
     "That's it!  Shake your ass!"  Skip cried exultantly as the
movement transmitted to his pecker.  Her ass muscles were sucking
at him now, pulling him deeply into her hot dry shithole,
squeezing the head of his dick until he felt his balls would
burst.  His balls smashed against her ass with each stroke,
squishing in the moisture that dripped from her excited twat.
     "Oooo, yes, fuck my ass!  Shit, baby, ram it home and ream
me out!" Barbara cried, bucking her ass up and down, then
whirling it in circles, screwing herself onto his pole. "Cram me
full of cock.  Give it to me!  Harder!  Fuck me harder!  Stick
your hand in my cunt, give it to me!"
     Skip smiled grimly and continued to thrust strongly into the
bouncing ass.  "I knew you'd like it!" he crowed.  "You love it,
don'tcha?  You love me fucking your ass!  Yeah, move it! Clench
your muscles.  Use your ass to make me cum.  Move it good.  So
good, hot mother.  Good fucking," he cried.  He could feel his
cum burning in the pit of his stomach and he clutched at the
slippery flesh of her posterior with trembling fingers, one hand
still buried deep in her twat.  He could tell she was cumming,
too--the juices spurting over his hand and drenched his balls.
"Yeah, I'm gonna cum in your fucking ass!" he cried.
     Barbara tensed at his words.  She wanted to feel the hot
flow of semen flood her battered asshole.  She moved wildly under
him, her tits bouncing, her cunt gripping his hand. She felt her
ass suck at his pounding cock.  She squeezed her muscles and felt
the rigid flesh of his prick swell and grow hotter as he gave one
last heave and wedged himself firmly in her ass.  His balls
tightened and burst, sending spurt after spurt of hot semen into
the dark recesses of her bowels, spattering the dry walls of her
bunghole with thick white cream.  She shuddered beneath him, her
orgasm overtaking her at the same moment, her cunt convulsing and
gushing onto his digging hand.  She could feel his pecker still
spitting inside her ass, softening now and slipping out.  Her ass
muscles grabbed at it futilely, trying to keep it inside her, but
it slipped out and the boy rolled sideways onto his back.
Barbara stayed on her hands and knees, her ass stuck in the air,
gobs of sperm dripping from her asshole and running down the
backs of her legs.  She was too weak to move.  Her ravaged rear
throbbed dully, but her cunt was satisfied for a time.  But she
still wanted something in there.  Something good and hard in her
twat.  She thought suddenly of Jerry's pictures, the one of the
woman being screwed in the ass while she sucked another guy off.
She wondered if the guy in her mouth had transferred to her cunt
after the cock finished in her ass.  And she wondered how it
would feel to be screwed in the front and back at the same time.

  As she realized what she was thinking, she moaned.  One
isn't enough for you?  You're damn lucky you got this, she told
herself, quelling her perverted thought.  This is bad enough--
picking up a delivery boy to fuck you so you won't think about
fucking your son.  And now thinking about that! You're evil,
wicked!
     "You okay?" Skip asked rolling over and looking at her.  She
hadn't moved.  He hoped that he hadn't hurt her--he had smashed
into her awfully hard.  "Hey--say something."
     Barbara shivered as his hand stroked her ass.  She rolled
over and faced him, saying in a small voice, "Do you think you
could get hard again and screw me in my cunt?"

    Skip stared at her, his mouth open.  Here he had thought he
had ruptured her ass and she wanted more!  He grinned admiringly.
"Sure, lady, anything you want!"  He laughed in relief.  "You'll
have to suck it to a stand though.  I can't get it up alone."  He
laughed again with all the assurance of a youth who knew he had
years of fucking before him.  He felt like he could screw her all
day and night and never get tired.  She was far and away the best
piece of tail he'd had in his young life.
     Barbara scrambled to him, wincing as her still painful ass
touched the ground.  She knelt before him and lifted his limp
prick with one hand.  "While I blow you, why don't you tell me
about some of the other women you've screwed," Barbara asked,
knowing the recollections would hurry his erection.  And besides,
she had a perverse desire to hear of his sexual encounters.  She
had never imagined a man so young would be so experienced.  He
was only a year older than her son, and Jerry was obviously a
virgin.  She shuddered at the thought of her lust for her son,
and continued hastily.  "Tell me about your first time...tell me
all about your girl friends," she urged hotly.  "I'll suck you
off while you tell me, and then you can fuck my cunt!"
     "Well," Skip began slowly.  "I've never had a chick like
you--that's for sure.  You're really outasight!  A far out
fucking lady!"  He ran his fingers through her hair possessively.
     "Tell me about your other girls," Barbara urged, lowering
her head to his groin and licking around the base of his penis.
She cleaned his pole thoroughly, from the root to the tip,
licking daintily along the whole surface.  She was gratified to
notice that it was swelling slightly, hardening under her tongue.
     "Okay.  Well, my first time was when I was a kid.  I was
always big for my age, a lot bigger than the other boys.  I
started playing with myself when I was about nine, but it was a
while before I got into a real cunt!  My sister is a couple of
years older than me.  I used to watch her undress at night
through the keyhole and then jerk off afterward.

     "Anyhow, one night she had a girl friend spend the night
with her, and I was watching them.  They didn't do anything for a
long time, just sat around and yakked, and I was getting tired of
waiting, when my sister started to undress. She and her friends
had been talking about boys at school--what kind of girls they
went for and all--and my sister pulled off her clothes and
pointed out her tits and ass to her friend, laughing as she
described how the boys had played with her tits and cunt!  She
rubbed her little titties until they stood straight up and pulled
her cunt open and showed it to her friend.  The other girl
stripped, too.  She was older than my sister, and her body was
fully developed.  She had big sized tits that swing when she
walked and a real bush of hair on her twat!  You better believe I
was one horny kid, watching all that action!  I started jerking
off right there in the hallway--and my parents were both gone, so
I didn't have to worry about them.  Anyhow, I stood there in the
hallway, my eye glued to the keyhole, my hand jerking at my pud!
I watched those two girls compare tits and cunts, holding up each
other's tits to feel the weight, running there fingers in and out
of each other's cunts.  Finally I realized they had stopped
playing. They were kissing each other right on the mouth, mashing
their breasts together, squishing their cunts together!  I had
never imagined girls doing that.  I couldn't believe it! But it
was great--wow, it was fucking fantastic!  I was about to cum all
over the door, just from watching those two chicks get it on!
They went into a sixty-nine.  I didn't know what it was called
then--but it looked like great fun.  They mouthed away at each
other's twats, slurping up the juices.  It was really far out
watching that blonde head ramming into the dark cunt, and the
other way, too."  His voice trailed off in a stream of
remembrance.

     "Well, then what happened?" Barbara asked impatiently,
raising her head from his cock.  It had gotten completely stiff
during the telling of his story, and Barbara chewed on the tip
gently as she waited for him to continue.  Her twat was steaming
now, aroused by the picture of the two girls. She wanted to hear
the end of the story!
     "Oh, just keep sucking, honey.  I'll try to make it short so
we can get down to business.  Anyhow, I must've been puffing like
a steam engine on the other side of the door, because my sister
raised her head from her friend's steaming crotch and listened.
I couldn't stop, I was grunting with my cum. I was just about to
shoot, and I couldn't move!  I kept jacking off, hoping my sister
wouldn't come to the door, but I was helpless to stop!  She got
up and opened the door just as I blew my nuts!  All over her!
She just stood there staring at me, my sperm splattering against
her!  I was really scared, man!  I didn't know what to do!  She
laughed...and then took me by the hand and led me into the room.
'Look what I found!' she told her friend.  'My little brother, all
grown up!' She pulled my hand and gently to me to the bed.
     " 'God!' her friend said.  'How old is he?  It's a big one.'
She reached out and grabbed my pecker.  It was almost five
inches, and she rolled it in her hand.  'Do you like to watch
girls?' she asked gently.
     "I stammered out something.  I couldn't believe the whole
thing.  Anyhow, she took my little prick in her mouth and gave me
my first sucking.  It stood right up and she giggled as she asked
my sister if she thought I was ready to fuck!  And my sister
helped her.  She guided me into that hole, placing my legs,
positioning me atop her friend.  Once I was there I knew what to
do!  It was like second nature.  I poked in and out of her.  I
must've gone five strokes before I shot my wad!"  He laughed,
remembering his wild excitement at the feel of a cunt engulfing
his prick.  "Anyhow, they taught me a lot, the two of them!  I
fucked that chick once a week for a couple of years, and then she
moved away.  And my sis--she'd never let me cum in her cunt, but
she taught me how to eat a pussy, and she blew me whenever I
wanted!  I guess I was lucky, getting an early start like that.
I'll always remember that broad..."  He was silent.
     Barbara thrust down a surge of jealousy.  She should be
grateful for that girl, teaching her lover all that.  Why, he was
as experienced as a grown man and had the resilience of youth
besides!  His young prick stood at full attention now as she
bobbed her head up and down on it.  Her pussy was dripping wet
with excitement, wanting to be filled.  She raised her head and
said hoarsely, "Fuck me, Skip...get on me and stick it in my
cunt!"  She lay back in the sand, opening her legs to welcome
him.

     Skip poised himself before her, kneeling between her
out-spread thighs.  He looked at her wet, glistening cunt and
licked his lips, remembering the salty taste of her cum juice.
He stroked his hand up and down the length of his pecker.
     "Hurry up, I can't stand it," Barbara moaned, raising her
hips to him.  Her whole body was a mass of trembling, quivering
nerves.  The sand rasped against her backside, which was still
sore from the cornholing.  She could feel every separate grain of
sand digging into the bruised flesh, and she ground her hips
masochistically into the rough surface, relishing every stab of
pain.  The sun beat down on her unprotected body.  She could feel
heat washing over her inside and out.  She closed her eyes
against the glare, rubbing her head back and forth in the coarse
sand.

     "You really want it, don'tcha, lady?" Skip grunted.  "Tell
me how much you want my prick in you."  He rubbed the head
teasingly over her distended cunt-lips, relishing her moan of
excitement.  He was unbearably excited himself, but he wanted to
prolong the time before he plunged into her hot box as long as he
could, until he couldn't stand it any more.  A drop of pre-cum
oozed from the head of his prick and slid over the engorged
surface, glistening in the sun.  "Tell me what you want.  Tell me
just how you like it," he repeated, his eyes running over her
firm body that lay so abjectly before him.
     "Oh, please, fuck my cunt, Skip!  Stick your big hard dick
into my pussy and screw me!  God, how I want it!  Poke me, ram
me, please!  Put it in my cunt and twist it around and screw me
into the sand.  Ohhhh, I can't stand it!  I'll die from wanting
you!" Barbara cried wildly, her lewd words exciting her further.
Her hands crept up and massaged her tits, squeezing her nipples
between her fingers until they almost popped.  A thin sheen of
sweat gleamed on the tanned surface of her body now, compounded
of heat and lust.  She arched her body up, presenting her cunt to
Skip's fascinated gaze, and executing a series of slow bumps and
grinds, simulating the sex act, urging himself to bury himself in
her twat, "Please...stick it in there."
     "What?" Skip asked innocently.  He was enjoying himself.
This was almost as good as the actual screwing--watching a
beautiful woman flaunt her pussy at your eyes, begging you to
enter her!  "What do you want in your cunt, baby?"
     "Stick your finger in there...cram your goddamn hand in my
pussy!" Barbara almost screamed.  "Get it all hot and juicy and
then give me your cock!"

     Skip grinned.  It already looked pretty juicy to him, but he
was willing to play around a little longer, until the urge to
fuck drove everything else from his mind.  He put two fingers
stiffly together and jammed them into her steamy box, sinking
through the hot flesh and churning around.  "Is that good?" he
asked, breathing heavily as he watched his fingers fuck her twat.
He flicked the clitoris with his thumb and smiled at the tremor
that went through her.  Her skin rippled under its thin coating
of sweat as she hunched frantically against his fingers.  "How do
you like that, baby?  Do you like me finger-fucking your snatch?"
Skip muttered to her.
     Barbara looked down past her breasts to the hairy mound of
her cunt, watching his fingers dig in and out.  Her hips moved
furiously against the fucking hand as he drew it out. Her hips
moved furiously against the fucking hand as she tried to get more
of his hand inside her.  She felt like her cunt was a mile wide
and could take anything!  She sucked her muscles around his
fingers and bore down with all her strength.  She couldn't
believe the sensations that were flooding her with every stroke
of his arm.  She quivered and bucked with lustful tremors, her
pussy gushing lubrication around his hand.  "Put your whole hand
in.  Fuck me with your arm, cram it in there!" she cried.

     Skip hesitated.  He had never heard of putting a whole hand
inside a woman's cunt.  Surely it was way too big!  He hooked his
fingers inside and stretched the walls experimentally.  They
stretched around his probing digit accommodatingly.  He shrugged.
He was willing to try anything...and if she thought she could
take it.  Carefully he inserted another finger alongside the two
already in her steamy hole.  She moaned slightly, but didn't stop
the tempo of her hips.  He drew his hand out and bunched his
little finger with the others and rammed it again into her.
"That good?" he breathed, watching her cunt stretch in
fascination.
     "Oooohhhh!  Yes!  Yes, darling, give it to me!  Put your
fist in my cunt!  Fist-fuck me!  I want it, God, I want it!"
Barbara bucked against him.  Her cunt was stretched to the limit
now--crazily she wondered how far it would go before it ripped.
She didn't care, she wanted him to put his whole fist inside her.
The depravity of the action further stimulated her.  She could
see him between her legs, his four fingers stiffly extended,
pumping in and out of her.  She wanted to feel his hand--to clamp
down on his wrist with her cunt!  "Go on, please, your fist," she
whimpered.
     "Okay, lady, you asked for it," Skip laughed.  The novelty
of the scene was getting to him, turning him on immeasurably.  He
doubled his thumb under his other fingers and thrust into her
warm crotch, twisting his wrist as he drove in so that his entire
fist slid through the muscles surrounding her vaginal canal.  And
he was in!  He flexed his fingers carefully inside the tight
passageway--the slick walls of her cunt vibrated beneath his
fingertips and clutched wildly at his hand.  "Feel it?  I've got
my fist in your cunt!" he whispered hoarsely.  He pulled out
slightly and began stroking her with quick jabs of his arm.
Barbara had tensed as he sought entry to her hole, and forced
herself to relax so he could get in.  She hadn't really thought
it possible--but it had happened--he was in her up to the wrist!
She could feel each one of his fingers like it was a separate
cock, probing and bunching at the entrance of her womb.  With a
loud cry, she arched her back and drove her hips at him, forcing
his hand as far as it would go.  She felt a frantic wave of
orgasm come crashing around her.  Her legs went limp, her body
quaked as she pounded against his fist.  She could feel every
part of her body, in her ears a dull roaring drowned out the
sound of her screaming, her eyes blurred and shards of color
danced before them.

     "I'm cummmmmiinnnggg!" she squealed.  "All over your hand,
oh God, I'm cumming!  Help me!  Stop!  Stop!  It's too much!  I
can't stand it!"  As she shuddered through her orgasm, Skip
withdrew his hand slowly...her cunt made a squishing noise as he
pulled out.  As folds slipped together and returned to normal
size he stared at his hand again in amazement.  It was unreal
that he had had his fist inside that tiny hole.  He looked down
at his prick.  It was standing straight up and pulsing
furiously--he could see the blood flowing in the enlarged veins
that stood out all over the surface.
     He brought his cock to the still dripping hole and pressed
in gently, feeling the puffy flesh give under his pressure.
"Ready for it now, baby?" he murmured.  "Ready for some fucking?
I'm gonna really give it to ya.  I know you can take it now," he
promised.

     Barbara shivered as the smooth head of his cock probed her
cunt.  She had been really turned on by the fist fuck.  The
novelty and the wildness of it had made her cum violently, but
there was nothing like the feel of a hard cock cleaving her
opening!  She smiled lasciviously at him and opened her legs even
wider, giving him a perfect target.  "Yeah, I'm ready!" she
answered, matching his tone.  "Give it to me--hard and fast,
lover!  Fuck me like I was meant to be fucked.  Ram it into my
cunt!  I'm waiting for you.  My pussy's begging for it.  Give it
to me!" She drew in her breath and held it as he stirred in her
outer chambers, then let out in a whoosh as he plunged suddenly
into her depths. Her flesh parted easily under his thrust, but
closed around his prick with the tenacity of rubber, enclosing
him in a vise of sticky flesh.
     "God!  It's still tight!" he grunted wonderingly as he felt
the action of her muscles.  He had thought his fist might have
stretched her beyond repair, but her resilient cunt snapped back
into action like a spring.  He fucked in and out of her cuntal
hole, feeling his balls squish against her ass with each stroke.
Her legs were wrapped around his back and he suddenly raised them
around his neck, pulling her almost straight up against his
prick.  Her arms were tight around his neck, too.  He held her
bent double against him as he drove into her.
     Barbara could hardly move in this position, but that didn't
matter as his prick hit new depths plumbing her canal to the
bottom.  He thrust into her like a pile driver, in mighty lunges.
With every blow of his prong Barbara shuddered violently, her
cunt clutching at his smooth rod.  She could feel him all the way
in her stomach.  It felt like he was fucking her guts!  She
tightened her legs and arms around his neck and shook and
shuddered under his pumping penis, feeling her orgasm begin to
sweep her in a series of undulating waves, each one higher than
the one before.  She was being buffeted by a sea of lust.  Her
body rolled with the waves and surfaced, then rolled off again in
a crashing peak.

     "O--uh--uh--uh!  FUCK ME!  I'M CUMMING!  Oh...God, I'm
cumming again!  Harder...don't stop...fuck me!  Give it to me!
Cum in me--I WANT YOUR CUM:  PLEASE...I'M CUMMING AGAIN, FUCK
ME!!" she screamed, not knowing or caring what she said or did.
     Skip gritted his teeth and hung onto the convulsing body
beneath him, never ceasing his relentless plunges into her
spasming flesh.  He knew she was gripped in a series of multiple
orgasms.  He could feel her cunt clasping and unclasping on his
prick as she flopped like a fish impaled on a spear.  He loved
fucking her--he loved the fantastic action of her active pussy on
his cock, the smooth movement of her hips beneath his changing to
the jerks of orgasm.
     "Get ready...I'm cumming," he warned.  "Hold on.  NOW!  FEEL
IT!  JESUS!  I'M CUMMING, BABY!" he screamed at her, forcing
himself fully into her, grinding and twisting his prick into her
cunt.  It swelled even larger and grew even more sensitive.  He
could feel every tremor of her cunt through the nerves in the
head.  He twisted and turned into her cunt, and then he was
spurting.  A flood of semen burst from the head of his cock,
shooting from his balls through his prick to splatter into
Barbara's twat, filling her canal with hot semen.
     "AAAggghhh!!"  Barbara squealed as the hot column of sperm
flooded her sensitive cunt.  She could feel it gushing into her,
burning hot on the walls of her cunt, filling her to overflowing,
running out of her slot and down her thighs. She hadn't thought
there was that much sperm in the world, she thought crazily as
Skip pumped weakly against her, flinging out his last drops of
semen.  Her cunt sucked hungrily at his softening prick, milking
his balls for every ounce of cum.  She shuddered against him a
final time as the last of her orgasm fluttered through her.  Her
legs slid down his back and she lay back flat on the ground, her
eyes closed, a beatific smile on her face.  Skip slumped beside
her, his head on his arms.  He was exhausted--the last two fucks
had really taken it out of him.  He laughed weakly, glancing at
her sperm-coated thighs, realizing how much it had taken out of
him!

     "Goddamn great fucking," Skip muttered.  "You really know
how to ball.  You're the best piece of ass I've ever had, no
shit!"  He meant every word.  He had been with some horny chicks
after his start with his sister and her friend--but never had he
had a grown woman at the peak of her desires!  He shook his head.
No wonder they always said an older woman was the best lay!  He
wondered how the hell a guy her age would keep up with her.  He
was wearing out, and he was only eighteen!  A very experienced
and mature eighteen, but still a young boy with supposedly
endless sexual prowess. He sighed.  He knew he could bring her
off again and again...with his tongue, his hands and his cock,
but he didn't want to wear himself out completely!  He figured
she could take on another guy easy.  Hell, she could probably
take on an army and come back for more!  He felt the thrill of
pride in his insatiable mistress.  He was proud of her raging
appetite as well as her luscious body.  If he had realized that
it was he who had unlocked her lust and brought forth her
insatiable appetite, he would have been prouder still.  But he
didn't know that until yesterday she had been a frigid woman,
frozen by her uncaring husband and inept lover.  He had come
along at exactly the right time and opened a new world to her.
     Barbara lay flat on the sand, her body glowing with the
warmth that only comes from being well-fucked.  She reached for
Skip's hand and held it.  Whatever happened, whatever she did
because of her new emotions, she would always be grateful to him
for showing her how it felt to be a woman. She had found sexual
release and satisfaction now.  It remained for her to learn to
control her desires.

     For a woman of thirty-five, at the height of her sexual
potential, to suddenly come from the cavern of frigidity into the
white hot light of sensuality was a little too extreme--her mind
had to catch up to her body.  She knew that she wanted sex
constantly now.  She had been deprived too long, and her body was
making up for lost time.  She smiled at her young lover, studying
him covertly, reveling in the sleek beauty of his firm bronze
limbs, wishing he were hard again and could fuck her some more.
     She needed to be fucked steadily for a week, she thought to
herself, smiling.  If Jason could see me now...or my ex-husband,
she mused.  Perhaps if her husband had taken the time to
indoctrinate her into sex, to lead her along until she was ready
for this.  She shook her head violently.  There was no use
mourning the past and what might have been!  She was here, now,
she was lucky enough to have been awakened before it was too
late, and she meant to make the most of her awakening.
     She would do everything she could to satisfy her appetite
and to keep at bay her incestuous desires for her son!  Because
she knew that was wrong.  Every moral scruple cried against it.
She was afraid of incest to the fibers of her being.  She had to
get completely fucked out before she went home.  She couldn't
have a repeat of the scene in her pool.  She needed more fucking.
Every day until he left at the end of the week.

     As if he read her mind, Skip turned to her.  "You're a
fantastic lady," he murmured.  "Really far out.  I just had a
great idea.  You might like it.  Well, I have a friend who lives
right down the beach.  He's a little older than me, and I hang
out there once in a while.  What say we buzz over and take a
shower and rest a while?  This sun's hot as shit!"  He grinned at
her engagingly, watching her reaction. He wanted to show her off
to Buddy.  Buddy really dug older chicks.  He was always bragging
about the ones he'd had and how they could fuck circles around
teenyboppers.  Maybe they could all get it on.  Skip would love
to see Buddy's face when he walked in with this fantastic lady.
They could smoke a little--relax.  Who knows what might happen
then? He shivered slightly as a picture flitted through his mind,
Barbara blowing him and taking Buddy in her cunt at the same
time.
     "Well, if you're sure he won't mind us busting in like
this," Barbara said warily.  She didn't know if she wanted to
meet another guy or not.  Maybe he'd laugh at her for being over
thirty!
     Her doubt must have shown on her face because Skip laughed
and stroked her hair.  "He'll love you.  Really!  Any guy would.
You're a really beautiful lady!  Come on and get dressed.  Wipe
off some of the cum if you can--aw shit!  We need a towel to get
all this!  I must have cum a bucketful!"
     Laughing, the two dressed their sticky bodies in their sandy
clothes and piled in the car, Barbara driving.
     "Where to?"

     "Just go out the way we came in and turn left.  He lives
about a mile down," Skip said.  He leaned back in the seat,
letting the wind ruffle his long hair.  He gazed appreciatively
at his mistress.  She looked even more beautiful with her red
hair tangled and full of sand and her cheeks flushed with sun and
loving that she had before.  He leaned back, admiring the pretty
picture she made as she laughed happily at him.
     "I don't even remember how we got here," she giggled.  "I
was so hot for you I couldn't see straight!"  She looked at him
fondly, her heart full of satisfaction and her mind filled with
plans.

     Buddy opened the door to his shack and stared out foggily.
He was stoned out of his mind and he didn't recognize the woman
who stood in his door, looking at him uncertainly.  He stared at
her, his eyes going over her tanned body in the skimpy white
bikini, her disheveled red hair, her flushed face.  He didn't
know who she was but he liked what he saw!  He narrowed his eyes
and looked her over again, his eyes dwelling on her full breasts
and the tender curve of her waist flaring into rounded hips, the
white strip of cloth only emphasizing the mound of her pubis.

     "Wow," he breathed.  "I must be really fucked up.  You gotta
be a vision.  Goddamn, I wish all my hallucinations were like
this!"
     "She's real, man!" Skip crowed from behind her.  Buddy
focused his eyes and saw his friend.  He hadn't noticed him
before.  He had been too wrapped up in Barbara's charms.
     "Hey, Skip!  Jesus.  I thought I was tripping or something!
What a fucking beautiful chick.  What's her name?"  He stood back
motioning them inside.
     "Barbara Anderson," Barbara murmured.  She was slightly
embarrassed.  She knew she was a mess, and the slender boy was
staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive!  She looked at
him out of the corner of her eye.  He was taller than Skip, but
much more slender, with long straight dark hair curling wildly
around his head and over his shoulders. He was burned very dark
by the sun, and he was only wearing a pair of faded cut-offs that
did nothing to hide the bulge at his crotch.  He saw where she
was staring and laughed unself-consciously.
     "Well-come in, Barbie, babe.  You, too, Skip!"  He took her
arm and led her into his dark two-room shack.  "Sit down.  Want a
beer?  Coke?  To drink that is!"  He laughed, showing white teeth
in his tanned face.
     Barbara looked around warily.  She had never been in any
place like this before.  As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she
could see that one end of the room was covered with pillows.
This was apparently bed and couch.  A candle glimmered faintly on
the shelf, providing the only illumination, and a strange smell
floated on the air.  The room was thick with smoke, and Barbara
peered through it, making out a few brightly colored posters on
the walls.  An old refrigerator stood in one corner with a hot
plate beside it, and a curtained door led to the other room.
     "I need a shower, Buddy," Skip said.  "Wanna join me,
Barbara?"

     Barbara looked at him, realizing it was the first time he'd
called her by her name.  She blushed vividly, glad that the dark
hid her burning cheeks.  She was embarrassed at his calm
assumption that she'd take a shower with him.  It pointed out the
relationship between them.  She looked at Buddy to see how he was
taking it.  He didn't seem perturbed at all.  He padded to the
refrigerator and took out a beer.  Probably used to guys coming
over with their-chicks, she told herself, wondering briefly how
many girls Skip had brought here.  But it doesn't matter, I'm
here now!  She smiled brazenly at both boys.  "Sure," she
answered easily.
     Skip sighed in relief.  He'd been afraid she would freeze on
him for a minute.  But she was smiling widely at him, picking her
way through the dark to his side.
     "Should be a towel in there," Buddy said non-committally,
plopping onto the cushions and balancing his beer beside him.
"I'll roll a couple of J's for us.  Don't take all day in there."
     Barbara watched in fascination as he extracted a plastic
baggie from behind the cushions and began to tap some of the
contents onto a piece of paper.
     "Damn shit's fulla seeds," Buddy grumbled, intent on his
task.
     "Come on, honey, you heard the man!  Let's hurry," Skip
said, giving her a friendly whack on the buttocks.  They went
through the curtained door into a tiny bathroom.  A limp towel
hung on a nail.  Barbara looked at the room in horror.  There was
a puddle of water on the floor, and the towel was obviously far
from fresh.  But she stepped into the shower, shedding her clammy
swim suit, determined not to make any disparaging remarks.
     You asked for it, she told herself grimly.  As the lukewarm
water hit her body, she relaxed, sighing.  She realized that she
would put ups with this and much more to feel Skip's dick inside
her.  When you have great sex, the outer trappings are
unimportant.  "Is there any soap?" she asked timidly, adjusting
the spray.

     "Should be some up here," Skip replied, stepping into the
tiny cubicle and reaching onto the window ledge.  "Here you go.
You wash me and I'll do you."  He handed her the bar of soap.
     Barbara took it in her wet hands, rubbing it, building up
lather.  She started on his chest, swirling the soap over his
firm muscles.  They were pressed close together in the small
shower, the water pouring over their heads.  Her nipples brushed
against his chest as she soaped him, and shivered as hot points
of fire radiated through her body. She felt something pushing
firmly into her belly and glanced down.  His prick was rising,
jamming into her stomach.  She grinned up at him and ran her
hands over his flat stomach, feeling him suck in his breath
sharply at her touch. Teasingly, she slid her hands lower,
lathering under his balls and along the length of his shaft,
slipping her hands between his legs and running her finger in the
crack of his ass.  He was breathing heavily now, his prick
standing at rigid attention at the touch of her hands.

     "Oh, baby, beautiful," he whispered, nuzzling at her damp
face.  She raised her mouth to his and they exchanged a
passionate kiss, tongues meshing, the water pouring over their
heads.  She lifted herself on tiptoe and pressed into him,
mashing her breasts against his slippery chest, grinding her
pelvis against his erection.  His hands cupped under her
ass-cheeks, bringing her against him, his fingers probing her
twat from behind.  His fingers played with her puffy cunt-lips,
sliding into her groove and inflaming her passion.
     "Yes, darling," she hissed into his mouth.  "Oh, God, it's
so good...I love it."  She kissed him fiercely, drinking in his
breath, grinding her lips against his.  His hand was between
their bodies, sliding over her breasts, rubbing her stomach,
dipping lower and feeling inside her slippery cunt, tweaking the
tender flesh until she thought she'd scream. The water beat
against her sensitive flesh.  It seemed like a thousand hands
were probing her body, demanding admittance.  She spread her legs
wide and braced herself against the shower wall.
     "Take me, Skip.  Fuck me, here," she gasped, lust flooding
her.  Gone was any embarrassment, any uncertainty about the
situation.  Her flesh wanted his cock and that was enough.
     Skip backed her against the tiles, pushing against the wall.
He fitted the cheeks of her ass into his hands and lifted her
against him, his prick sliding into her canal as if it were
greased.  And it was.  Her pussy was pouring forth copious
lubrication.  She was ready for him.  She felt his pecker slide
into her little by little, until she was completely impaled on
the hot pole.  Skip smiled at her and she returned the smile,
tightening her muscles around his cock to show him how much she
loved it.

     "That's it, baby, all the way in," Skip wheezed, pulling her
firmly against him.  He braced her against the tiles and began
fucking in and out with long slow strokes.  The water felt cool
now in comparison to their burning bodies.  Barbara's skin was
hot to the touch, and inside her cunt Skip's pecker felt like it
was burning off, encased in the fiery vise of her pussy.  It was
slick and wet inside with the consistency of soft butter, except
when she clenched her muscles.  He drove into her, grunting
beneath his breath.
     "Uh-uh-uh...fuck me, baby.  Use that cunt!  It's like a
fucking hand on my cock.  Oh Jesus...good hot fucking mama."
     Barbara rode his prick, sliding back and forth.  Her
backside banged against the wall with every stroke.  Her breasts
shook under the force of his strokes, and the water pouring over
them made it seem like a dream--a beautiful dream of endless
fucking!  She rotated her hips on his plunging shaft, rubbing her
clit against his pubic bush. The scratchy sensation on that
sensitive organ was driving her fast to orgasm.  Another minute--
she bounded against him, mashing her cunt against him, screwing
herself up and down his pole.
     "I'm gonna cum, baby," Skip warned.  "Hold tight.  Fuck me
good, hot mama, show me how you can shake that ass!"  He pumped
into her violently, and she felt the familiar tremor in his shaft
that preceded orgasm.  She rubbed violently against him, forcing
herself to hurry.  He'd be cumming any minute, and she had to
make it.

     "Oh, don't stop!  Just a little more," she pleaded, feeling
her orgasm fluttering in the pit of her stomach, flinging
tendrils of heat along her nerves.
     "I'll try," Skip grunted, his hands squeezed her buttocks
mercilessly.  His finger found the entrance to her back end and
plunged in, stabbing her asshole.  He felt her spasm against him
and thankfully let go.  He pounded into her, his ass moving in
quick short jabs, then he burst inside her, his jism rushing up
the long tube of his cock and gushing into her as she came in a
flood of pussy juice.
     "Ohhhh..." she groaned as his semen hit her, soothing her
battered insides.  She felt like she could fuck for hours, it was
so good!  He slipped out of her and they slumped against the wall
of the shower, grinning at each other weakly.
     "Hot stuff!" he said teasingly, flicking her nipples.
"Can't even take a shower without turning on!  You're really one
sexy lady.  I don't know what I'm gonna do with you!"  He took
the soap from her hands.  Somehow, she had held it throughout
their fierce bout!  "Now hold still while I wash you.  And try to
control yourself!"  He laughed at her and began soaping her
breasts.
     "Yes, sir," she answered happily.  She closed her eyes.
     "Hey you guys!  Hurry it up," Buddy called.  "Don't fuck all
day.  Save it for a while!"
     Skip and Barbara smiled at each other.  "Don't worry, Buddy,
she can fuck all day and then some!" Skip answered.  Barbara
blushed, then giggled at her young lover.
     I don't care she thought fiercely.  I don't care what people
think or what happens--I'm just going to have fun!
     "Well, you heard the man!" she told Skip, repeating his
earlier words teasingly.  "Let's hurry and see what he's up to."
     "As if I didn't know," Skip grumbled, turning off the
shower.  "Oh, well, cast aside.  Here, lady, dry yourself on this
if you can!"  He handed her the towel gingerly, grinning widely.
"Hey, Buddy!  Don't you have another towel in this dump?"
     Buddy appeared through the curtain and threw Skip a red
cloth.  "Use the bedspread.  I need to get some more towels. I
used to have some, but they're gone now."  He grinned comically,
lounging in the doorway.  "God the floor's sopping wet.  You must
have fucked up a storm in here!"  He looked at Barbara, his eyes
taking in all of her damp body.  "Wow, you're really a beautiful
chick," he said sincerely.

     Barbara was embarrassed in spite of herself.  She wasn't
used to this completely matter-of-fact acceptance of sex.  She
was determined to brazen it out, to act as if this were an
everyday occurrence for her.  She smiled at Buddy, reaching up
and fluffing her wet hair with her fingers, knowing that the
movement of her arms brought her breasts into full globes.  Her
nipples were still erect from her recent lovemaking, and they
stuck out of her brownish areolae.  "Thank you, Buddy," she
answered demurely.  "Glad you approve," She brought the towel
between her legs and rubbed back and forth against her damp
snatch, watching his face.
     "Jesus!  I can't stand it!"  Buddy said, watching her
admiringly.  "Where did you find her?  No, don't tell me, I'd
rather guess.  She's gotta be some kind of food for the gods!"
He kissed her fingers extravagantly.
     "Don't mind Buddy.  He's crazy," Skip offered.  He threw the
red bedspread into a damp corner and turned to his mistress.
"Wanna beer or something?  I'm thirsty as shit!"
     "Sure," Barbara replied, tossing her towel on top of his and
stepping out of the shower stark naked.  "Lead me to it!"  She
walked through the door, her breasts bobbling, brushing casually
against the boy lounging in the doorway.  As she entered the
other room, she looked back at the two guys. "Well?  Don't keep a
lady waiting!  she said.
     "You heard the lady!" both boys said together, looking at
each other and bursting into laughter.  Skip went over to Barbara
and threw an arm around her waist, leading her to the pile of
cushions and pulling her down.  They fell in a heap, giggling,
arms and legs entwined.  Buddy dropped beside them and lay back,
rummaging around until he found the cigarette that he had rolled
earlier.  He struck a match and lit it, drawing the smoke deep
into his lungs and passing the joint to Barbara.
     "I don't smoke," she said, reclining against Skip and
wondering what was going to happen now.  She was a little peeved.
She had expected both men to fall on her when they hit the
cushions, and Buddy had just lain back and lit a cigarette!  She
wondered when they'd get down to business.
     "Go on, honey, take a drag.  It's grass.  You won't believe
how it is to fuck on grass," Skip told her.
     Barbara shrugged.  Why not, she thought.  I've done
everything else.  I may as well try this too.  She took the stick
gingerly between thumb and forefinger and brought it to her lips,
drawing the smoke into her lungs.  She coughed violently, her
eyes watering.
     "Hold the smoke," Buddy said, patting her on the back. "Just
a couple of drags'll do it.  This is dynamite weed."
     Barbara gamely drew some more smoke into her lungs and held
her breath until she thought her ears would burst, then let it
out.  She was surprised to see only a small puff of smoke issue
from her mouth.  She looked at Buddy for approval.
     "Far out," he said nodding.  "You and Skip share that one,
I'm fucked up already."  He was lying back in the nest of
cushions, one hand lazily stroking his penis.  Barbara stared at
him.  Somehow, he had removed his cut-offs and was as nude as she
and Skip.  She watched him fixedly, mesmerized by the action of
his hand on his cock. Everything seemed slowed down, heightened.
She took another drag from the joint Skip offered, never taking
her eyes off Buddy's penis.

     It's longer than Skip's, and thinner, she thought dreamily.
And his balls are huge.  Suddenly she heard her voice saying.
"You've got a beautiful cock, Buddy, I'd like to suck it.  I'd
love to taste your dick!"  She was surprised.  It didn't sound
like her voice at all.
     "Sure, baby," Buddy said lazily.  "Come here.  Are you
feeling good now?"
     "Oh yes...soooo goood...I want to blow you.  It'll taste so
good," Barbara murmured, crawling towards him.  Finally, after
what seemed like an eternity she reached him, sliding beside him,
her face inches away from his cock.  She lapped at it, swirling
her tongue through his coarse bush of hair, nuzzling at the base
of his cock.  She made little mewling sounds as she licked around
his cock, sliding her tongue up one side and down the other,
licking under the head, sticking the tip of her tongue in the
hole.  She sucked gently on the tip, drawing his pre-cum fluids
into her mouth, slobbering all over the head of his prick,
drawing it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, her mouth slid
lower, drawing his long thin prick into the wet cavern of her
mouth until it hit the back of her throat, then relaxing her
muscles and taking it in full length, down to the balls.  She
choked a little, but continued sucking, her cheeks caving in with
the pressure, exerting an even pressure on the whole shaft.
     "Jesus!  What a chick.  She's taking the whole thing," Buddy
groaned, twining his fingers in her hair and smashing her face
against him.  Her nose was buried in his hair and she snuffled as
she fought for breath, but the incredible pressure did not stop.
"God!  She's like a fucking vacuum!"

     "Yeah," Skip agreed.  He was watching Barbara blow his
friend, noting the way her head bobbed up and down as she took it
all in, watching her lips gripping firmly on the shaft.  "It's in
her throat, Buddy.  Jeez!  Look at her go!" Skip slid nearer to
get a better view, sliding his hand between Barbara's legs as he
did.  "She's dripping wet already!" he cried.  "Shit.  I think
I'm gonna eat me some pussy," he mumbled, probing at Barbara's
slit.  She was kneeling in front of Buddy, busy with his cock,
and didn't notice as Skip slid his head between her legs from
behind. He cupped his hand over her ass and pulled her dripping
twat into his face, inhaling the odor of excited pussy.  She
jumped as his tongue snaked into her, then hunched violently into
his face, mashing herself into his mouth.  She was bobbing her
head up and down on Buddy's prick now, using her lips and teeth
as a ridge, exerting maximum pressure.
     Buddy pumped up into her mouth.  He could see Skip's hands
grasping her ass as his friend lapped her pussy.  "Yeah, eat her
out, Skip," he called.  "Sit on his face, honey, and suck me
good.  Goddamn, that's some action...far out!  Fantastic!  Suck
me, sugar...milk my balls.  Squeeze my balls, baby.  Yeah, man!
That's it!"  He watched his pecker sink into her mouth, feeling
the rasp of her tongue.  "The head.  Suck the head harder, baby.
Yeah!  Get it on!"
     Skip slurped up Barbara's juices, running his tongue up and
down her slot, nibbling at her clitoris, sucking the whole vulva
into his mouth with smacking noises.  She seemed to be coming
constantly, pouring a flood of sticky fluid down his throat,
trembling under his hands.  His prick was erect again, pulsing
between his legs, but he was too intent on eating her cum to
bother about it now.

     Barbara sucked at Buddy's dick like a candy stick.  Spittle
ran out of her mouth, dripping down his shaft and matting in his
pubic hair.  She felt like she'd been eating him for hours.  Her
tongue knew every ridge of his prick by heart and titillated the
most sensitive areas knowingly.  She was in a continuous flow of
orgasm, unbearably excited by Skip's tongue in her twat and
Buddy's cock in her mouth.  She wanted him to cum.  She wanted to
taste his thick sperm.  She sucked harder, digging her finger
under him to probe his asshole, grinding her cunt into Skip's
face.  His lips had clamped onto her clit now, and he was
thrumming it with his tongue, sending incredible flashes of
pleasure through her.  She shook in the grasp of endless orgasm.
It was going on forever.  Time stood still as the three bodies
writhed on the cushions, pleasuring each other with hand and
tongue.  Skip thrust a finger up her asshole and massaged her
there, his other hand joining his tongue in her cunt, two fingers
sliding into her distended hole.  She bucked against his hand,
sending his fingers up the slick canal, her cunt spasming and
gushing.  She slid her hand under Buddy's ass and rammed her
forefinger into his asshole, massaging his prostate, while her
thumb probed at the sensitive spot at the base of his prick.  She
felt his balls lift and harden in their wrinkled sac and knew
that he was near orgasm.  She held her mouth steady and he fucked
upwards into it, using it like a cunt.
     "Hold on, baby.  That's it!  Jesus!  I'm gonna shoot!  Here
it comes!  Drink my cum, baby, AHHHH!  Uh-UH-Uh-SHIT!  HERE IT
COMES!" Buddy yelled, twisting his hips, screwing his pecker into
her mouth.  At the last moment she felt his prick jerk and swell
against her teeth, then it was jerking wildly, spewing a fountain
of cum down her throat.
     She swallowed greedily, drinking in every bit of the gooey
stuff, gargling it around her mouth, feeling the texture with
teeth and tongue.  As she raised her head, smiling mistily and
licking her lips, Skip pulled his head from under her cunt and
positioned himself behind her.
     Buddy lay back on the bed, his prick relaxed against his
leg.  A few last droplets of jism oozed from the head of the
penis, and Barbara dipped her head and lapped them off, cleaning
him carefully.
     "Mmmm," she murmured to him.  "Tastes good, lover, I love
the taste of cum!"  She grinned at him loosely, showing her teeth
and tongue which had given him such pleasure.
     "Yeah.  You're one fantastic little cock-sucker, for sure,"
Buddy replied fondly, running his hands over her face and hair,
touching her lips, inserting the tip of his finger between them.
She licked his finger, running her tongue over it as if it were a
cock.
     "Hey, Buddy," Skip grunted.  "Hold her for me.  I'm going in
the back door."  He was kneeling behind Barbara, his prick in his
hand, spreading her cheeks with the other.  He stuck one finger
up her asshole and Barbara wiggled against it, looking back over
her shoulder and smiling encouragingly.
     "Hey, man, she digs cornholing, too?  Buddy asked, watching.
He knew that not many women were really turned on by sodomy, and
he was eager to see one who really enjoyed it.
     "This chick digs every fucking thing you can do to her,
don'tcha baby?  Skip grinned.  He screwed his finger in and out
of her anal passage and Barbara moaned and ground against him.

     "Oh, yes, yes--anything you want.  Fuck me anywhere, any
way.  Just stick your beautiful cock in me," she babbled.  She
was really turned on.  Her pussy was running continuously from
the constant stimulation.  Her head spun.  She had never imagined
sex could be like this, one experience after another, one
wrenching cum after cum from tortured insides.  And she didn't
want to stop--ever!  "Just ram it in dry, honey...don't bother to
spit on it.  Just give it to me!"  She shuddered, anticipating
the delicious pain.  Her eyes were fixed on Buddy now, watching
his reactions.  She wanted to see his face while his friend
cornholed her.  His watching made it even more exciting.  "Play
with my tits, Buddy honey," she asked.  "Rub'em good while Skip
fucks my ass!"
     Buddy obligingly slid down and grasped her hanging tits in
both hands, squeezing the nipples between his fingers, feeling
the weight of them in his palms.  "Beautiful tits," he whispered,
his breath mingling with hers.  "I could really go for you big,
honey.  You're a far out chick."  He bent down and kissed her
open lips,lashing his tongue into her mouth, sucking her breath
wit his.  Barbara kissed him back noisily, slurping his saliva
greedily.  As Skip fitted the head of his cock in the tiny hole
of her bowels, she pushed out like she was shitting, opening
herself to him. He tensed his muscles and with one mighty shove,
ripped into her dry ass, tearing aside the tender membranes.  She
screamed silently into Buddy's mouth, his lips muffling her cry
of pain.  He pulled at her tits fiercely, mauling the sensitive
flesh unmercifully, and pulled his head from hers, looking up to
see Skip enter her ass.

     "Far fucking out," he breathed, seeing her flesh crumple
under Skip's attack.  "Get in there, Skip, give the lady a ride!"
     "I am, man, I am!" Skip grunted between thrusts.  "It's hot
as shit in here.  My Goddamn cock's burning off!  Whooee! Fuck my
rod!"  He clutched her sweaty ass for support and pounded into
her, cleaving her ripe buttocks with powerful strokes.
     Barbara was moving her ass lustily against him now, her pain
forgotten and swept away by an intense flood of lust.  She ground
her hips in circles, screwing herself up and down the flailing
pole that flashed in and out of her chute.  "Faster!" she cried.
"Harder!  Fuck me harder!  I wanna feel it in my guts...yes, yes,
that's it!  I'm full of your cock.  It's so fucking big!  It's
splitting me in two!"  She braced herself on hands and knees,
giving herself totally to the feeling of being fucked in the ass
by his youthful prick.  She was a mass of nerve endings...the air
seemed to burn her skin.  She could vaguely hear a sloshing sound
as Skip pounded into her, and her twat lubricated furiously.  She
wished something was in there too.  She wanted to be fucked
everywhere.
     Barbara looked into Buddy's face, a few inches from hers. He
was intent on the lascivious sight of Skip fucking her rear, and
his hands were pressing and massaging her hanging tits.  She
glanced down at his penis.  It was half hard again, but not hard
enough to penetrate her.  She groaned in frustration.
     "Buddy," she whispered.  "Put something in my cunt.  I've
gotta have something in there!  It's so fucking empty!"  Her
voice rose to a whine.  "Please, fuck my pussy.  It's so ready
for it."
     Buddy ran his hand down her stomach, over her sopping bush
and whistled between his teeth.  "I'll say.  You're wet as a
river!" He looked at his cock and shook his head slightly. It
wasn't quite ready yet, and she needed it now.  She squirmed
against his hand pleadingly and he glanced around the room.  His
wandering gaze lit on a long slender-necked wine bottle.  "Wait a
minute, honey.  I've got it," he muttered, grabbing the bottle in
one hand.  It was a little dusty and he rubbed it off on the
pillows, shining it. "Just the thing!  This'll send you off!" he
promised.
     "Stick your fist in her," Skip wheezed, slowing his strokes
as he watched this by-play.  "She can take your whole goddamn
fist!" As he saw his friend take up the bottle, a slow grin
spread over his features.  He steadied himself against her ass.
     Barbara watched in partial fear.  She wasn't sure how the
inanimate glass bottle would feel inside her.  "Be careful. It
might break," she warned.
     "Don't worry, sugar.  Buddy'd never hurt that cunt," Buddy
replied.  He was getting excited at the thought of sinking the
bottle into her warm flesh now.  He slid under her sideways,
bottle in hand.  "Open up.  Here comes!" He located her pussy
entrance with his finger and fitted the lip of the bottle into
her.  The bottle was shaped like a flask.  It bellied out from a
thin neck into a round bottom. The end slipped in easily, and he
teased her clitoris with his fingers to make her relax.
     "Oooo!  It's cold!" Barbara squealed.  She had never felt
anything like this before.  She was slightly ashamed that she was
so excited at being fucked with a bottle.  Because she was
excited, the perversity only added to her lust.  Her cunt
hungrily sucked at the bottle, drawing it in.  It slipped easily
for a ways, then stopped as the bottle grew too thick.

     "That's all she'll go, baby," Buddy said, disappointed.  He
had wanted to see the whole bottle slide past her fleshy lips,
but it seemed it was too big.  He didn't want to hurt her.  He
drew it out halfway and fucked it back and forth into her,
rasping her sensitive lips with cold glass.
     "Aw, shit, Buddy, shove it in.  She can take it!" Skip
cried.  He stroked into her ass a few times, warming her up.
"It's a bottomless pit in there.  I had my hand in past the wrist
and she wanted more!"
     Buddy shrugged.  He squinted his eyes in the dim light up at
Barbara's cunt.  The lips were fitted snugly around the bottle
neck, and it seemed to him they were trying to crawl down
farther, taking in more.  Moisture dripped from her crack, and
the glass surface was greasy with her secretions. Barbara rocked
back and forth between the cock in her asshole and the bottle.
The bottle did help to fill the void in her cunt, but she wanted
more.
     "Put it all in," she whispered in a tiny voice, half hoping
he didn't hear her.  It seemed so dirty to beg someone to shove a
bottle in your cunt.  And it would hurt, she knew it would, but
she had to have it.  Her head spun from the grass she had smoked
and the whole scene took on a wavering unreality.  She couldn't
believe she was actually kneeling on a pile of cushions in a
dirty shack, with one man stuck up her ass and another ramming a
bottle in her cunt.  She hesitated.  Maybe she should pull free
and run.  It was wrong and perverted, she knew that.  Barbara's
lust had cooled a little now.  Skip had only been fucking her
lazily for the last few minutes, saving himself, and the shock of
the bottle in her cunt had sobered her slightly.  She squirmed
trying to free herself.

     "I'm going to leave now," she stuttered trying to get loose.
But Buddy had anticipated her action.  He knew how chicks
sometimes got cold feet in the middle of a kinky scene.
     "Oh no you're not," he snarled at her.  Barbara froze at the
note in his voice.  "I'm gonna ram this bottle in your cunt. You
asked for it, and you're gonna get it!  And I'm not through yet
by a long shot.  Relax and enjoy it, baby, you ain't going
anywhere!"  He screwed the bottle menacingly into her cunt.  "And
if you try anything else I will break it!"
     With this final threat, Barbara's resistance crumbled.  She
hadn't really wanted to leave anyway, she told herself, tears
starting in her eyes.  She obligingly relaxed her cunt muscles
and Buddy started pushing the bottle slowly past her distended
lips.  As it hit the spot where he had stopped before, he paused,
then, with a brutal shove, buried the whole wine bottle in her
twat.
     Barbara groaned as the object burst through her ring of
muscles and entered the corridor of her womb canal.  She was
stretched to the limit, her groaning muscles expanded around the
slick surface of the bottle with protest, but they did expand.
     "Oh God!" she screamed.  Skip plunged wildly into her rear
at the same time the bottle hit the bottom of her cunt, and her
hips moved automatically with his thrust.  Despite herself, her
body took the double invasion and reveled in it, seesawing back
and forth between the two.  She didn't know which hole felt more
distended, the tiny passageway in her ass, or her bottle-filled
cunt.  She felt like a sausage--stuffed at both ends, and she
groaned loudly, half in lust, half in pain as she shuddered under
the assault.

     "She's got the whole motherfucker in her cunt!" Buddy cried
to Skip.  "You should see it, man, her lips are puffed out like
you wouldn't believe!  I've never seen a cunt like this one.
You're right, she'll fuck anything!  Jesus!"  Buddy rammed the
bottle in and out of the wide open cunt.  Her juices ran out of
the distended hole and trickled down his arm as he pinched her
clitoris with his free hand.
     "I can feel it from here!" Skip screamed suddenly.  "God!  I
can feel the bottle in her cunt!  Oh, man.  Fuck her with that
bottle!  It's hard as a rock against my prick!  I'm gonna cum
soon, I can't stand this shit!"  He held tight onto Barbara's
quaking ass and pumped into her.  His eyes were closed as he
concentrated on the weird sensation of feeling something in her
cunt while he fucked her ass!  Colors danced behind his closed
eyelids as he built up to a mind-bending orgasm.
     "I'm gonna cum in your ass, baby!" he cried.  "All in your
hot little ass!  Pull it out of me, milk my fucking balls!
They're gonna bust--I've gotta cum AAAggghhh!  I'M
CUMMINNNGGG!!!"
     With a last lunge, he fell on her back, his cock twitching
and jerking in the dank recesses of her bunghole as he shot his
wad into her vitals.  As he came, Barbara hunched down wildly on
the bottle, almost taking in Buddy's hand in the process.
     "Fuck me harder," she moaned.  "I want to cum, too!  Oh God!
Cram that thing in my cunt and make me cum!"
     But Buddy had other plans.  His cock was hard now, and he
wanted in on the action.  He pulled the bottle out with a loud
plop and jerked her forward against him, jerking her off of
Skip's cock.  As the stream of shit-stained semen poured from her
empty asshole, he drew her onto him, lying back.  "Okay,
sweetheart, climb aboard," he grinned.  "Ride my cock and fuck me
good."

     Barbara felt the cool air hit her cunt as the bottle was
extracted.  She didn't want that, her orgasm was fluttering in
the base of her stomach and she needed to reach it.  She eyed his
cock hungrily as it stood straight up from his belly and then
straddled him, lowering herself.  As the head entered her, she
sighed, thinking that nothing felt like a stiff prick in the
cunt.  She loved it all--in her mouth, ass being eaten--even
being fucked with a bottle--all were grist for her sexual mill.
But nothing beat a cock in her dripping cunt.  She slid down onto
his stiff pole, her lips munching down the shaft like a greasy
mouth, engulfing him.
     "Ride me, hot mama," Buddy replied, reaching out and
grabbing her hanging tits.  "Bounce that ass on my balls!  Fuck,
that's great.  You got the best cunt action in town!  That's how
to fuck baby!"  He twisted her tits in both hands and lay almost
still, letting Barbara take the lead in balling him.
     And she did.  She leaned forward and started an exciting
circular movement with her pelvis, her hips moving like a
well-oiled piston.  She could feel him deep inside her, and it
turned her on and inspired her to even more dexterous movements.
Up and down she rose and fell on his stiff standing rod, screwing
her cunt onto him.  Lewd sounds burst from her open lips as she
led the fuck, twisting her hips so that the extended nub of her
clitoris rubbed against him and mashed into his pubic hair.  The
small nub of flesh had become highly sensitized.  Every rasp of
hair shot a new thrill through her.  She needed her motions, her
cunt was beginning to spasm.

     "She's starting to cum!" Skip called.  His voice penetrated
the lustful daze of the other two.  Buddy looked at his friend
and grinned.  "She's too fucking much, man," he grunted.  "She's
riding my cock like a cowgirl!"  He was moving now in
synchronization with the woman, his hips rising to meet hers and
thrust his cock to the depths.
     Skip felt around on the bed.  He knew Buddy had dropped the
bottle somewhere.  His searching fingers encountered the cold,
cum-smeared glass and drew it to him, not letting on what he was
going to do.  He knelt behind the fucking pair and slowly fit the
neck of the bottle between her ass-cheeks as she bent forward.
     Barbara jumped as she felt the cold neck hit her asshole.
He wasn't!  He couldn't!  "NO!  NO!" she cried in terror.  But
her protests died under a flood of orgasm that swept her as her
wave of cum broke over her.
     He rammed the neck of the bottle into her rear.  He knew it
wouldn't go in all the way like it had in her cunt, but he shoved
it as far as it would go.  Through a mist of thrashing cum,
Barbara felt the sharp pain in her rear, and then it was gone,
only adding another sensation to the ones sweeping her.
     "I've got the bottle in her ass!" Skip called to Buddy.
     "Jesus!" Buddy screamed, unbearably excited by the thought.
He could feel the presence of some foreign object pressing
against his prick inside her.  "I feel it!  Holy shit!"  His
pecker jumped and his balls burst forth a flooding tide of hot
semen, gushing into Barbara's overheated cunt, spattering the
walls and clinging to them in gooey lumps.  "I'm cumming!  Oh,
God, am I cumming!  Feel it, baby, feel my hot fucking cum!" he
yelled, picturing her shithole distended around the bottle.  He
opened his eyes and saw her contorted face as she spasmed through
orgasm after orgasm, impaled on his prick and Skip's bottle.

     "OOOOHHHH!!!  FUCK!  SHOOT IN ME!" she squealed.  The hard
bottle in her rear end made her convulse again as Skip slammed it
home.  She could feel Buddy slipping out of her, and still she
came, her tortured insides quivering as spasm after spasm
wrenched her.  She felt like the top of her head was blowing off
and cum was shooting out of her brains. Finally her asshole
twitched and she felt an overwhelming urge to shit.  Just as she
pressed with all the force on her bowels, Skip pulled out the
bottle.
     "I think I've had enough," she whispered.  And for the
moment, she had.  Her body was satisfied, her pussy weak and
flabby feeling.
     "Man, I think we're all fucked out," Buddy quipped.  "As
well as fucked up!"  He laughed hollowly.  "I don't believe this
chick.  She's a fucking machine!"  He stroked Barbara's red head
tenderly.  "You guys want a beer or some more weed? I gotta rest
for a while."
     "No.  No, I have to leave," Barbara murmured.  "It's getting
late.  I'm exhausted, anyhow.  And I don't need any more of that
stuff!"
     "Hey, you bring her back soon, you hear me?  I wanna see a
lot of this lady.  And, Barbara, if you're ever down this way by
yourself, I'm here usually.  And if I've got anybody else here,
I'll kick them out if you want.  You're the living end.  I mean
it."  Buddy looked at her sincerely.  He was too pooped to get
up.  "Kiss me good-bye."  Barbara rolled off the pile of cushions
and kissed him on the mouth.
     "Sure, Buddy, it was really fantastic.  I'll be back," she
promised.
     "Far out, baby.  Anytime.  You're a whole trip in itself,"
Buddy said, closing his eyes.  "Take good care of her, Skip."
     "Oh, I will, Buddy, she's a special lady," Skip grinned,
tousling her hair.

     Barbara wearily pulled her car into the driveway.  She had
dropped Skip back at the store and came straight home, promising
to meet him the next day.  She wondered what his boss had thought
when he came in after four hours, disheveled, reeking of sex and
pot.
     "Oh well, he's a fast talker.  He'll get out it," she
assured herself, parking the car and walking into the house. She
hoped she could get upstairs and clean up before her son or his
friend saw her, but one of the boys was coming downstairs as she
opened the front door.  He stopped dead and stared at her.
     "Hi.  It is Steve, isn't it?" Barbara said lamely, aware of
her messed up hair and sweat stained bikini.  She was carrying
her green dress on one arm and she held it in front of her,
covering some of the ravages.  "Where's Jerry?"
     "Uh, he went to the store, Mrs. Anderson," the young man
replied nervously.  "I'm expecting a call from my mom, so I
stayed here.  He said to tell you he'd be back in an hour or so."
     "Well, that's fine dear.  Just make yourself at home.  I'm
going to freshen up a bit.  I've been at the beach all day," she
explained, feeling a need to justify her appearance to the man
who was staring at her.  She flushed, feeling his eyes go over
her, resting on her partially covered breasts and sliding away in
embarrassment.

     "Sure, nice to meetcha," he said hurriedly.  They were face
to face at the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways to let
her go by, flattening against the wall.
     Barbara smiled at him in a dignified fashion and passed by
him.  Her chest brushed his, and he blushed beet red at the
contact.

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

     Holy cow, he thought.  Jerry didn't tell me his mom looked
like that!  He followed her with his eyes.  He was still a
virgin, but he had two older brothers who had told him all about
their conquests, and he could hardly wait to begin.  I wonder--
naw--she's a grown lady.  And Jerry's mom!  But she sure is
beautiful.  He heard the door slam upstairs and turned away
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 steaming shower, her body glowing with remembered lust and
present satiation.
     "That should do it," she crowed silently, wrapping herself
in a huge towel.  "I shouldn't want any sex for a while!"  She
had conveniently forgotten her reaction to Steve's involuntary
touch.  She threw a robe around herself and padded downstairs to
the kitchen, taking a cold drink from the refrigerator and
sipping it thirstily.  She was hungry too, she decided, and made
herself a sandwich.

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

     "Oh no," she whispered to herself.  "Not again...not now!"
But her body continued to burn inflamed by the sight of an erect
dick.  She pressed her legs together, trying to stop the
tormenting itch, but knew it was no use.  Once she was in the
grip of lust she was no longer responsible for her actions.  As
if in a dream, she watched him as he lay back on the patio, his
dick standing up.  He surrounded it with both hands and began to
jerk it slowly.
     "How can he?  Right here in my house!  How does he know I
won't come downstairs?" she asked herself wildly, her lips
parting as if to drink in the sexy scene.  Her hand slipped under
her robe and she stroked the moist cunt, sliding her finger into
her groove and tickling her clit.  "No, this is wrong.  He's
young...he's too innocent to know what he's doing," she told
herself, already walking outside, the ache in her twat drawing
her to him like a magnet.  She stood above him, staring down, her
lips pursed in an O.  He didn't see her.  He was intent on what
he was doing, rubbing his prick between his fingers, a half smile
on his tender lips.
     "Ah," Barbara breathed involuntarily.  Steve heard her and
looked up, consternation crossing his features.
     "Mrs. Anderson!" he cried, covering himself with his hands.
     "No, don't stop," the sex-crazed woman breathed.
     He noticed that her robe hung open and she was stark naked
beneath it, her big tits swelling free.  His eyes traveled down
her body and he saw her red thatch of hair, with one of her
fingers buried in it!  He gulped noisily, wondering what to do
now.  He had never in his wildest dreams imagined a beautiful
woman standing over him while he jerked off, her hand sunk in her
own snatch.

     "Gosh," he breathed, staring at her.  "Wow!" his gaze was
locked on her reddish pussy.  As he watched, she spread her legs
slightly and opened the lips of her cunt, revealing the juicy
interior.
     "Have you...have you ever seen a cunt before, Steve?"
Barbara asked, her voice hoarse.  She felt an electric thrill of
excitement at exposing herself to the boy, watching his eyes
glaze with desire.
     "No...no, ma'am, just in pictures," the boy stuttered.  "Can
I..." he stopped.  She's probably just teasing me, he thought.
And if I do anything she'll kick me out.  He was confused.  He
had never heard of a woman doing things like this one was doing.
     Barbara knelt beside him, her tits dangling in his face.
"These are my titties, Steve," she murmured to him, cupping them
in one hand.  "Would you like to feel them?  They're soft and
nice.  You'll like the way they feel," she urged.

     "Yes.  Yes I would," Steve said boldly, burning his bridges.
He wanted to feel her up.  He didn't care what happened to him
afterwards.  He wasn't going to miss this opportunity to touch a
real live woman.  He stretched out one hand and ran it over the
curved surface of the offered breast.
     "Squeeze the nipples, dear.  Tweak them in your fingers,"
Barbara whispered to the boy.  He complied, and she groaned at
the fire that ran through her veins.  "Suck them, honey, kiss my
tits.  You'll like that, baby...sucking my tits."  She moaned as
his lips clamped on her turgid nipple and drew it into his hot
mouth.  He sucked wildly, bobbing his head back and forth between
her breasts, laving the tits with his raspy tongue.  Barbara
shivered and lay back, no longer caring if it were wrong or not.
It's my duty, she thought in confusion.  Teach him about sex--no
one will know--I'll make sure he doesn't tell Jerry.  Oh, God.
I'm evil and perverted but I have to have it.  I want him to
stick his finger up me and bring me off.  I want his dick in me.
     "Steve, look at my cunt, Steve," she commanded.  The boy
stopped sucking her nipples and they stood straight up, cooled by
the sucking they had had but craving more.  She held her fleshy
twat open with her hands and directed his gaze to the pit of
pleasure.  "That's my pussy, dear.  Why don't you stick your
finger in it and see how it feels.  You'll like it.  All boys
do."  She squirmed on the patio floor, raising her hips so Steve
could see her fully.
     "Golly--it's all wet!" Steve said.  He was kneeling forward
and peering up into her twat with the greatest concentration.
His 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
cunt-lips grasping his pecker, drawing him into her hole. With a
grunt he thrust forward, his hips taking the sexual motion as
second nature.  He sliced into her hot cunt, cleaving her
passageway until he felt his balls smash against her ass, then
drew it out again and pushed it forward.  In and out.  In and
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, Ohhhh!"  Steve fell
against her, his hips still pumping weakly as he shot wad after
wad into her.
     Barbara was still shaking from her first orgasm.  She knew
that if Steve had been more experienced he could have brought her
off several more times, but she wouldn't trade this tide of
virgin cum for the world!  She shivered as she felt the endless
flood splattering into her cunt, clinging to the slick walls like
hot grease, filling her to the brim. She put her arms around him
as he collapsed on her chest, smoothing his hair, running her
hands lasciviously over his slim young hips.  Mine...she thought
lewdly.  I have his first cum in a woman.  It's in me now, I can
feel it sloshing in my cunt.  She squeezed her cunt together,
trying to hold his penis in, but it slipped out with a plop,
trailing a stream of semen.
     "Oh, Mrs. Anderson!  Wow--it was great!" Steve mumbled into
her neck.  He was drained but happy!  He hadn't noticed the
looseness of her cunt.  It 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 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 languorously in the dim
glow, her body showing in sharp relief.

     "Wow," he breathed, looking at her.  He had forgotten how
beautiful she was.  Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra,
forcing them upward in rich curves, spilling from the top of the
cups, and her hips were encircled by a black lace garter belt,
black silk stockings on her sleek legs.  He could see her red
bush peeping out of the front of the garter belt, with a
suggestion of the inner lips peeking through.  "Would you--take
off your bra, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked.  "But leave that other
thing on?  I like it."  He was dressed only in a 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 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 cunt-lips were distended
several inches, holding the salami firmly inside her.  He
positioned himself behind her and felt for the end of it, getting
a firm grip and running it in and out of her gorged snatch.
     Barbara groaned in excitement and humiliation.  Here she was
on her hands and knees, with a man pounding a sausage into her
from behind--and she loved it!  There was no doubt that she loved
it!  Her cunt snapped hungrily at the salami, drawing it inside
her, 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
valiantly fucked on, never missing a stroke.  Then he had to drop
the salami, leaving it wedged in her cunt, and hold on with both
hands.  He felt his orgasm coming.  He shuddered and shot into
her bowels, filling her ass with thick cum suds.  "Oh...I'M
CUMMMING!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything but the
fantastic sensation of cumming in her ass.  Her ass sucked at his
prick, squeezing it like a vise, and he filled it with sperm.
     Barbara had grabbed the salami when he dropped it and fucked
herself with it expertly, bringing herself off in a few strokes
to join his orgasm.  Her sticky fluids gushed over her hands.
She was delirious.  She couldn't believe she had cum so hard with
a salami, but she had, though his spurting prick in her ass had
certainly helped!  She sank forward in ecstasy, her cunt
throbbing with fulfillment, her asshole clutching at his
shrinking cock.
     And the light came on.

     "What's going on!  Mom?  Steve?" Jerry cried in anguish,
staring at the scene on the bed.
     Steve stared at his friend with blank eyes.  His cock
slipped out of Barbara's relaxed asshole with a plop and lay
along his leg.  He looked dully at it.  It was limp with a string
of semen still hanging from the head.  "Uh, Jer--"
     "Get out of here.  You fucked my mother!" Jerry screamed
wildly, clenching his fists.  He was aware of a wild surge of
rage and jealousy.  She hadn't pulled away from Steve leaving him
with an aching erection like she had with him!  "Go away!"
     Steve slid off the bed hurriedly, keeping his eyes away from
the recumbent figure of Mrs. Anderson.  She was lying perfectly
still, her head pressed into the pillows.  He noticed something
beside her.  The salami!  Guiltily he sidled out of the room,
keeping away from Jerry.
     "Well, Mom?" Jerry asked, a sneering note in his voice.
"Turn over and look at me!"
     Barbara turned over and crouched against the end of the bed,
bringing her knees up before her breasts to hide them, then
realized that the motion exposed her inflamed cunt to her son's
eyes.  Vainly, she tried to shield herself.  She felt sunk.
     "Can't I even look?  Steve got to touch--touch, hell!  He
fucked you!"  Jerry advanced on her, his fists balled up.
     "Jerry...I can explain.  Let me tell you--" Barbara babbled.
     Jerry waved his hand at her, indicating her disarranged
state.  "Explain what!?  That you are a whore?  Jesus...look at
you!" he said in disgust.  "I saw you this afternoon with that
kid, kissing him in the parking lot!  What is it?  You just fuck
kids?  Is that it?  Well...move your hands.  I wanna look at what
everybody else fucks!"  He grabbed her hands and moved them away
from her tits.  He was furious at her for lowering herself from
her pedestal--at himself for wanting her.  He remembered when she
had watched him jack off, when she had touched him in the pool
and left him aching.  She hadn't left anyone else in that state.
Just him.

     "Jerry," Barbara whispered.  "I don't know what's wrong with
me.  I've never been like this before.  The last few days have
been a nightmare.  I can't control myself, I even touched you, my
own son!  And that's evil."  She looked at him earnestly, willing
him to understand.  He had to understand.  She felt like her
heart was breaking.  Her little boy--her son--looking at her with
hate in his eyes.  She moaned softly and she began to entice him
in the only way she knew, with her body.  She wanted to show him
how it was, how it was to want sex so bad that it hurt. That
you'd do anything to ease that pain.  "I have to have it, Jerry."
     "But with kids!  Kids my age!  Why not me?  Why not?  You've
fucked every kid in town, probably, why can't I get it, too?
Don't you like my cock?  Isn't it big enough for you?  It's
bigger than Steve's!  I saw you looking at it before, well, you
can have it now!"  Jerry squealed in a high voice.  He held his
dick like a weapon, pointing it at her.  "Here, suck it like you
did his!  You're gonna do everything with me you did with him,
and then I'm gonna leave you and never come back!"  He advanced
on her, pointing his cock at her mouth.  "Open your mouth and
suck my cock, whore!" he shouted grabbing her by the hair.  "You
love it so much...go on, then!  Suck your son's dick!"

     "Oh, Jerry...don't let it be like this.  Don't hate me,"
Barbara mumbled.  Her voice was choked off as Jerry rammed his
prick into her mouth choking her.  Her nose was buried in his
sparse hair, her nostrils full of the scent of him. She gagged
and coughed, then clamped on his cock.  If he wanted it, she'd
give it a good sucking!  She wanted him to know how sex was,
well, this was her chance!  She sucked deeply on his cock,
running her tongue around the head, drawing him into her mouth,
yielding before him and taking him in.
     Jerry gasped as his prick sank into his mother's mouth.  It
was a wonderful feeling.  Her tongue hit all the most sensitive
spots and made his blood race.  He hadn't imagined it would be
this good, looking at the pictures and hearing the other guys
talk.  He had heard quite a few stories about girls who gave
head, but the reality far surpassed any story.  Her lips were
nibbling up and down the surface of his prick and she sucked it
with an ecstatic expression on her face, as if it were the most
delicious thing in the world!  Her mouth felt like a hot wet
cavern, just made for sucking his cock.  He dipped into her and
pulled out again, feeling the incredible suction as her cheeks
caved in around it.
     "Oh, suck it good," he murmured, looking at his mother's
face.  He wound his fingers in her red hair, the same color as
his, and pumped into her mouth.  Her teeth lightly scraped the
ridges of his turgid cock, sending thrills of pleasure through
him.  He hunched forward, driving into her mouth.  He couldn't
stop.  The whole world was a sucking mouth, pulling him into it!
He twisted and turned his hips, slamming into her face, trying to
hurt her, and she gave with every stroke, sucking him in,
greedily licking his rod, wanting more.
     Barbara sucked at her son's cock in delight.  It seemed that
everything else had just been leading up to this, this last
perversity.  She pulled on him avidly, remembering how tiny his
peter had been when he was a baby, and contrasting it to its
present length.  It tasted wonderful, the salty tang of his
pre-cum filled her mouth, tantalizing her, making her want to
taste his hot semen on her tongue.  She cupped her hand under his
balls and rolled them in their wrinkled sac, feeling them churn
like hard slick marbles in her palm.
     "Oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum!  I can't help it!  I'm gonna cum!"
Jerry grunted, pumping furiously into her open mouth.  He twisted
violently against her lips, feeling his sperm foam in his balls
and rise in his cock to burst in her mouth.  "I'M CUMMING!  IN
YOUR MOUTH!"
     Barbara sucked vigorously at the hot flow of her son's
sperm, drinking from the spurting fountain of his prick.  It
seemed like it would never quit.  She gulped and swallowed a
bucket of frothing jism.  Finally she fell back on the pillows
and Jerry's cock slid from her lips.  He stared at her, a strange
light in his eyes.
     "That was great," he admitted, slightly ashamed of his lust.
     "Do you see how it is now?  Did you want me to stop sucking
you?" Barbara asked.  "Could you stop yourself...once you were
fucking my mouth?"
     "No, no I couldn't," Jerry admitted.  "No way...  It was
unreal, it was like I was just a cock and I had to cum..." his
voice trailed off.

     "Would you like to fuck me?" Barbara asked casually,
watching his face.  She wanted him desperately.  She wanted his
cock in her twat, and she also wanted him to experience the whole
of sex.  She had to show him how powerful sex was--how the more
you got, the more you got, the more you wanted.  She didn't want
him to think of her as a whore. She wanted to show him how great
sex was and how it got control of a person.  She still felt it
was wrong to fuck and suck her own son, but she was committed
now.  She promised herself that tomorrow she would take care of
it all--tomorrow.  Right now she wanted to fuck her son.  "God
yes, Mom...I guess I've wanted to for a long time," Jerry
admitted, looking at her squarely.  "I was so jealous of those
other guys, I wanted to hurt you...but now, I'd love to fuck you,
if you want me to."  He looked at her pleadingly, his eyes going
over her lush body, her full breasts tipped with coral, her
slender waist and flaring hips encircled by the black garter
belt, her bright auburn pussy hair covering her mound of delight.
     "Oh yes, Jerry, I want you to," Barbara breathed.  "Come up
here.  You can suck my titties if you like...suck the nipples
good, son, and I'll love it!  And touch my pussy.  Just slide
your hand down there."  She guided his hand to her pubic area and
opened her legs, letting him slip his fingers in.
     "Gosh, our hair's the same color down there," Jerry said,
laughing nervously.  He felt his mother's cunt open invitingly
under his fingers as he probed.  He sank his middle finger in to
the knuckle, feeling around her cunt, sliding it in and out of
the canal.  He was amazed at the pressure her twat exerted on his
finger.  He wondered how his cock would feel in that tight,
sucking well and shivered in anticipation.  His young pecker was
erect again, standing straight out from his stomach in an arching
curve, out of his soft nest of reddish curls.
     "It's wet," he confided, diddling her with his fingers,
smiling as she quivered.  He knew he was turning her on, and he
was proud.  His mother was quivering and trembling under him,
wanting him to stick his cock in her cunt.  "It's all wet and
squishy in there."
     Thank God Steve didn't cum in my cunt, Barbara thought
fervently.  She wouldn't want her son's first fuck to be sloppy
seconds!  Out loud she murmured, "That's because I want you so,
darling!  I love your finger in my cunt, fucking me!  Do it
harder...make me cum on your hand!  That's it!  Yes, oooohhhh
yes...finger-fuck me, baby, fuck your mama with your hand!  Make
me cum."  She flopped around, impaled on his fingers like a fish
on a hoop, her orgasm causing her to shimmer and shake.  Her
pussy gushed, wetting his hand.
     "Did you pee on my hand, Mom?" Jerry asked as the warm, hot
fluid gushed over his fingers.  Barbara was silent as her orgasm
subsided, then said hoarsely, "No, darling, that was my cum--
that's how a girl cums.  Now fuck me, for God's sake, get on me
and fuck me!  Put your cock in my hole and fuck your mama!"
     Jerry scrambled on top of his mother.  She raised her hips,
presenting her pussy in a blatant invitation.  He sank his prick
between her legs, searching for the wet, warm hole he had
imagined receiving him.  And then he found it.  With a cry of
triumph he sank into her, his cock plunging into the vagina that
had given birth to him eighteen years ago.  "I'm in, Mom, I'm in
your cunt!" he cried.
     "Yes, oh yes, you are!  Your beautiful prick is in my twat--
deep--so deep--and good--oh God!  It's driving me wild!" Barbara
cried, wrapping her legs around her son's back and rocking under
him.  She felt her insides melt into a mass of sex crazed flesh,
her twat opening under his forceful plunges.  She could imagine
no greater thrill than this, fucking her son, receiving his sperm
in her cunt!  The depravity and perverseness excited her even
more.  She drummed her heels against his legs as she lifted and
churned beneath him, using her pussy like a vise to clamp him to
her.  She never wanted it to end.  She wanted to go on and on in
this lustful dream, floating on a cloud of desire, her body
spasming and convulsing in a powerful orgasm.
     "Fuck me, fuck me, Jerry!" she cried wildly.  She was
smashed into the bed with each lunge of his prick.  She wished
she could engulf him completely, take his whole body back into
her womb.  She felt his balls smashing against the distended lips
of her cunt, and she crazily tried to open them, to pull him all
inside.

     "I am fucking you, Mom, oh, MAMA!  I'M FUCKING YOUR CUNT!
It's fantastic!  I love to fuck you.  OH MOM!  I LOVE IT!" Jerry
screamed.  He thrust furiously into the sucking maw of his
mother's twat, feeling his cock sink to the hilt in the swampy
marsh.  He was swimming in a sea of cunt.  He felt like he was
surrounded by it.  He could smell the odor from their clashing
sex orgasm mingle with the smell of their sweat and he loved it.
He loved the way her cunt gripped his penis, sending waves of
pleasure through his body.  He could feel it to the tips of his
toes.  His leg muscles twitched with the sensation.  He bent
forward and grabbed her tits in both hands, wrapping his fingers
around the creamy globe and squeezing roughly.

     Barbara rolled with each thrust.  His pecker was a hot rod
of iron, stoking the fire in her twat.  Sweat poured from her
thrashing body, making her skin meet his with a sucking noise.
The air was filled with the suckings and gurglings of sex.  Her
pussy plopped each time he thrust into her, emitting a squishing
noise.  The slap of their sweaty bodies and their mingled grunts
and groans of pleasure filled the air.  "Give it to me faster,
faster, harder," she muttered.  She pulled his head to hers and
their open mouths met in a passionate kiss, tongues mingling and
thrashing.  She sucked in his breath eagerly.  She felt like his
tongue was a prick in her mouth, stabbing away at the soft
insides in unison with his jabbing pecker.  She drank his saliva
avidly, swallowing, imagining it was jism from a spurting cock.
     Jerry increased his tempo...his balls were bursting and he
knew he had to cum soon.  He pounded lustily into his mother.
"I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna shoot my wad in your pussy, Mom!" he
warned.  "I'm gonna cum all in your hot cunt!"
     "Yes, darling, cum in your mother, let me have your sperm!"
Barbara screeched.  She was beside herself with lust.  All she
wanted to feel her son's hot semen bursting inside her aching
cunt.  She knew it would bring her off again.  She wanted to feel
it!  "Cum in me, fuck me, cum, cum," she chanted in rhythm to her
son's strokes.
     His pecker zipped in and out of her cunt with increasing
speed.  His lithe young hips flailed tirelessly above her,
driving the shaft of his penis into her waiting cunt.  He could
feel the texture of her canal change as she rode the crest of her
orgasm.  It tightened as she came, then felt loose and flabby,
then tightened in an endless cycle of lust.  "Here it comes!  OH
GOD!  HOT SHIT!  FEEL IT, MOM...FEEL ME CUMMING IN YOU...  I'M
CUMMING..."  With a loud cry Jerry fell onto Barbara's body, his
knees buckling as his orgasm ripped through him.  He felt like
his head was blowing up.  His guts twisted as his balls burst.
"I'M BLOWING MY NUTS!"  Rope after rope of semen gushed from the
head of his prick, inundating Barbara's womb with her son's
sperm.
     "Ooooh-h, yessss.  I FEEL YOUR CUM!  IT'S SO HOT!" Barbara
cried, bucking against son, swallowing his prick with her
spasming cunt, gripping tightly with her legs, imprisoning him in
her hot box.  He didn't seem to want to escape.  He lay against
her, his cock jerking weakly as the last bits of semen oozed from
the shrinking tube.  He raised his head and grinned at her.
     "Just lie still, honey," she said.  "Let your cock soak in
my twat.  I'm going to bring it to a stand again inside me. Just
don't move, or it'll slip out!"  She bore down on his limp penis,
holding it firmly inside her with her cunt-lips.
     "Okay, Mom," Jerry answered, lying against her, his head
pillowed on the soft cushions of her breasts.  He had never heard
of such a thing.  But she was his mom, and he'd do what she
asked.  She certainly seemed to know a lot about sex!  He thrust
down a pang of jealousy and lay quiescent on her breast, feeling
her twat muscles caress his tired prick.
     "Can you feel it, dear?" Barbara asked, concentrating.  She
tried to imagine his limp prick resting inside her and clenched
her muscles about it, thinking of her cunt as a stroking hand,
bringing him to erection.
     "Yeah.  You're squeezing me down there with your cunt,"
Jerry said excitedly.  He could feel her cunt gently kneading his
penis, and he thought he could feel a spark of life as it raised
its head in the dark cavern.

     "Don't move, son," Barbara cautioned.  "I read about
this...how it's possible to fuck this way without even moving,
just using your muscles.  Hindus or somebody do it this way." She
repressed a bump of excitement as she definitely felt Jerry's
pecker move inside her.  "I can feel you moving in me," she
confided.  "Your cock's swelling up..."  She worked her cunt on
his prick, rippling the muscles up and down.  She could almost
see his prick in her mind--growing slowly inside her canal!  Her
cunt exuded moisture as the excitement of her success got to her,
and as she grew aroused, her muscle action grew stronger, pulling
silently at Jerry's hidden prick.
     "Oh, boy, I can really feel it now!" Jerry cried in
excitement.  He hadn't thought it possible, but it was happening!
His soft prick was hardening and lengthening inside his mother's
cunt, gaining new strength with each stroke of her talented
pussy.  "It's getting hard.  I can feel my balls filling up
again!  Wow!"
     "Yes, yes, I can feel it, too," responded his mother.  "It's
filling me up--getting big again.  Jerking around, oh, Jerry,
it's wonderful!"  She smiled mistily up at the face of her son.
This was a new experience for her, this slow filling of her womb!
She was suffused with love as her vagina filled with her son's
growing prick.  She had never felt so close to any of her lovers
before.  This was an incredibly fulfilling experience.  She
wondered if they could really fuck to orgasm this way--just using
their muscles.  She was determined to try.  "Don't move your
hips," she told her son as he started to move involuntarily.
     He looked at her in amazement.  He was hard again and ready
to fuck now.  That was the point wasn't it?
     "We'll just keep on like this--use our muscles and cum that
way," his mother told him.

     "Like the Hindus?" Jerry laughed, catching on.  "Okay, if
you want--it feels great right now, though I don't see how
anything could be better than plain old fucking!"  He forced his
hips to remain still and pressed more deeply into his mother.
Maybe, maybe I can make it jerk around in there, he thought.  The
idea of muscle control was a new one to him, but he could see how
it would improve regular fucking if he could make his prick jerk
at will.  He carefully tightened his ass muscles and was
gratified to find his penis jerked in accord.  "Did you feel
that, Mom?" he cried.
     "Yes, dear, that's the way.  Now let's just quietly lie here
and do that to each other.  Let's try to move in rhythm," she
answered, giving a few quick jabs with her twat.  They lay
together, tightly clasped in each other's arms, letting their sex
organs mesh together in harmony.  As he jerked his prick inside
her, she rippled her cunt along his shaft.  She could feel him
filling her whole cavity now, his dick pushing against the
pulsing walls of her cunt.  As her pussy juices flowed, she felt
an unbearable urge to grind her hips beneath him, hastening her
orgasm, but she restrained herself, merely increasing the
pressure.
     For an inexperienced man, Jerry was doing a great job.  He
used his ass and pelvic muscles, causing his prick to bounce
inside his mother.  He could feel his balls lifting in their sac
and climbing up, hardening and tightening.  He wanted desperately
to rise up and fuck in and out as hard as he could.  His hips
quivered under the strain.  "Oh, Mom, I can't stand it!  I gotta
move!" he groaned.

     "Just a little more, son, try to relax," Barbara grated
through clenched teeth, trying to follow her own advice.  But it
was too late.  Jerry's hips suddenly shook and ground into her,
pulling and shoving with age-old motions of intercourse.  She
sighed and moved with him, letting herself be carried off, her
orgasm breaking over her in a whirl of feeling.  "That's okay.
Fuck me harder now, son, give it to your mother," she called
encouragingly.
     Jerry pounded into her.  He had wanted to finish the other
way, but he couldn't.  He just couldn't stand it!  The tide of
lust swept over him, forcing his hips to plow into his mother's
cunt desperately.  "I'm gonna cum.  I waited so long, I can't
help it.  Hold me, Mom.  I'm fucking you..."
     Barbara held her son tight, her body churning under his,
ready to receive his second cum without withdrawing.  He had mad
a valiant effort to do the muscle fuck, and she would reward him
by giving him a good cum!  She reached behind him, bypassing his
sweaty balls, and probed for his asshole--finding it, she pressed
through the opening and buried her finger in him.  As she sank
her digit into his buttery ass, she felt his prick spasm and
burst inside her, splattering her cunt walls with hot thick
sperm.
     "AAAGGGHHH!  FUCK!  I'M CUMMING!  HOLD ME, MOMMA!" Jerry
screamed.
     Mother and son convulsed in each other's arms, holding each
other for dear life, cunt and cock cumming in perfect unison.
Finally they fell apart, Jerry's cock slipping from Barbara's
cunt.
     "I tried, Mom," he said weakly, laughing a little.  "I guess
those Hindus practice a lot."
     "I guess they do," Barbara answered fondly, stroking her
son's head.
     "We'll have to practice, too," he said boldly, looking at
her from the corner of his eye.  "Whenever I'm home from
school..."
     Barbara accepted the inevitable.  "Yes, we'll practice," she
whispered.  She wasn't going to tell him again what a dreadful
sin this was.  She would bear the load of guilt herself.  She had
brought this incestuous affair on herself, and she alone would
pay the consequences, she resolved. What was she going to do
while Jerry was away at school, she had no idea.  She didn't want
to go on as she had, seducing every young man she could get her
hands on.  She sighed, putting it from her mind.  Something would
happen and solve her problem.
     Jerry looked at his mother.  She was lying back, relaxed,
her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing.  He ran
his hand over her tits lovingly.  They were soft now, their
turgid nipples slowly subsiding into the twin brown aureolae.
She smiled back at him as his hand caressed her sweat-slick
flesh.
     "It was great, Mom, I never knew how wonderful it could be,"
he admitted.  "I think I understand it now.  You just can't help
yourself, can you?  And I guess just one guy isn't enough for
you."  He looked at her longingly, wishing he alone could satisfy
her hunger, but knowing he couldn't.
     "No, I guess not," Barbara admitted.  It was a big admission
for her, and contrary to everything she had previously believed.
Everyday morality dictated that one man should be sufficient for
one woman, and, until the last few days, she had believed it.
But now she wasn't too sure that society was right.  Hadn't her
actions proved that she needed almost constant sex?  And what one
man could satisfy that?

     "I bet you could go again easy," Jerry continued.  "If you
want, well, would you like me to get Steve in here?  Maybe the
two of us could keep you happy, for a while at least."  He
frowned, wishing he didn't have to go back to school.
     Barbara's heart leaped.  She couldn't believe her son was
suggesting this solution.  "You wouldn't mind?" she breathed, her
body already tingling at the thought of taking on the two men.
Why, they can fuck me in the ass and cunt at the same time, she
thought.  She had wanted to try that since this afternoon, when
Skip and Buddy had used the bottle on her empty orifice.  Imagine
what two cocks could do.  She shuddered.
     "Well, I do mind in a way," Jerry admitted.  "But," he got a
mental picture of he and his friend plowing simultaneously into
his mother's trembling body, "anything for you.  I wouldn't be
jealous--I know you need it!"  He grinned at her, not admitting
even to himself that his prime motive was a selfish desire.
     "Oh, Jerry darling, I love you!  You're so understanding. Go
get your friend," Barbara said excitedly.  "I'd love to have you
both.  Of course you'll always be first," she added comfortingly
as a shadow of doubt crossed her son's face.
     "Okay, Mom," Jerry said, jumping off the bed, stark naked.
"Just a second.  I'll get him!"  He walked out of the room.
     Barbara lay back on the bed, scarcely about to breathe for
excitement.  Both of them at once, doing what I want.  God, she
mused, her mind full of lascivious pictures.  She hugged herself
in anticipation, rocking back and forth on the bed.

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