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                                 BARBARA1.TXT

              Chapter One - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
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He had curly blonde hair, he was about nineteen years old and the look in his
eyes told Barbara that the young man had other thoughts in his mind 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 the past years, they had pedalled 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 Guinness 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 -ahh, 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 5:45am, 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've 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 knew 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 was 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.




                                 BARBARA2.TXT

               Chapter Two - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
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The morning practice ride with Annette had been uneventful. No, it had been
boring. They only did six miles, because Annette's husband had to leave early,
some meeting or something.

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

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

"If it only weren't so damn hot," she mused.

Really, this time of the year, it was too hot to do anything except lie around.
She sighed and turned on her back, wincing as the glare hit her eyes, feeling
the warmth of the sun as an almost physical presence. Barbara ran her hands
down her body, flicking the sweat away in large droplets, testing to see if she
was sufficiently greased with suntan lotion. She decided she could use some
more and rolled over to get the bottle, pouring some in her hand and beginning
to massage it into her body in quick strokes.

She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn't dared to wear to
the beach - a mere two scraps of cloth around her generous breasts and hips,
scarcely containing their bounty. She ran her oiled hand across the tops of her
exposed breasts and shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly and over her
firm-fleshed thighs. The touch of her own hand made her sigh again luxuriously
and she wished she could strip off the two tiny pieces of cloth and offer
herself nude to the sun, like some pagan goddess. She laughed at the thought,
wondering what her staid ex-husband or her present boyfriend would think if
they came upon her naked in the back yard.

"Of course, it is very private," she mused, playing with the thought and then
 rejecting it as too dangerous. "Still, I could lower my straps."

So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck and removed the straps, baring her
chest to the sun, her breasts swelling upward, only the nipples covered. She
ran her hand over her body again, admiringly, shivering at the sensations her
lazy hand evoked. She squinted around the yard. It was as if she were
completely alone in the world - the heat shimmered in the air and no sound
broke the stillness of the afternoon. She smiled to herself as her hand
continued its journey over her body, spreading the oil in a thin film and
massaging it deeply into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying her mind
of all but the sensations of her body. Her hand moved with a will of its own
now, caressing her breasts lightly, rubbing her belly in rounded circles,
touching her hips briefly in passing. One finger slipped under the tiny bit of
cloth circling her hips and teasingly touched her pubic hair. Barbara gasped at
the contact, but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give her hand
freer rein. She masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy the urges of
her healthy body and she 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 boyfriend, 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! 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 give 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 her 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 thought, "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 back yard in broad daylight, stark
naked, clasping an equally naked body in her arms. Anybody could see her, could
come in like he had!

"Oh!" she cried sharply. "Get up! Get off me!" She squirmed under him, trying
 to push his heavy body from her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" the 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 langorously 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 she 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 to shove forward.
He wanted her to take it in herself, but finally, it was too much and with a
strangled cry, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat.

Barbara gagged as his cock hit the tender muscles of her throat, then relaxed
and sucked greedily on the stick. She was in a dream of lust now, her body
pinioned beneath his, her secret places invaded by his lashing tongue.

As his penis slid in and out of her throat, she reached up and caught his balls
in her hands, squeezing gently, rubbing the base of his root with her thumb.
She could feel the cum in his balls, making them hard as marbles inside their
wrinkled sac. She held them gently, stirring them. Her slobber wet his cock and
ran over her chin and down her neck. She swallowed and gulped, trying not to
choke as his cock battered into her throat. She could feel orgasm bubbling in
her. She rubbed her cunt into his face, mutely urging him to suck harder, to
bring her cum.

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

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

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

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

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

Barbara felt herself cumming. The waves of orgasm swept over her, making her
shake and shudder. Her pussy convulsed, sending forth a thick stream of cunt
juice, filling the boy's mouth with her cum. She bucked against him, her body
gone berserk with passion. Her mouth clamped on his prick and she sucked with
all her might. She needed his semen flooding her mouth. She knew she would
spasm even harder when his jism hit her throat.

Skip suddenly began fucking her mouth with short quick jabs. His balls were
bursting ... his prick was on fire and ready to explode. Desperately, he fucked
her mouth, using it like a cunt, pounding into it, forcing her throat to open
and take him in. And then, the 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 own
 cum in there from when I screwed you before  ... really 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.