YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/barbara2.txt

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            Chapter Two - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Barbara's hips ground even more furiously, rising and falling
    with his strokes, twisting and churning against him.  With each
    stroke she gasped in delight, feeling her body bounce with the
    force.  Sweat poured from her as thrill after thrill coursed
    through her.  She felt faint with the force of her lust, and
    spots of light danced behind her closed eyelids.  She was riding
    the crest of her orgasm, every jab of his cock bringing her
    nearer to fullfillment.  She raised her hips and presented her
    pussy to him, offering herself to his plunging dick.  She was
    swimming in a sea of lubrication, pussy juice flowing from her
    recesses and turning her cunt into a river of lust.  There was a
    little pain with each stroke of his large penis, but this served
    to heighten her pleasure.  She wanted to be pounded into the
    patio floor, smashed under his body.

    "Give it to me, fuck me!  Oh ... God, I can ... fuck me with your
    hot dick," she babbled.  "Oh, uh, please ... harder ..." She
    never wanted it to end.  She wanted to fuck forever, coming under
    his pounding prick.  She felt the wave of orgasm break around
    her, drawing her with it until her body felt like it was in a
    whirlpool.  Her hips shook ... her pussy gushed again and again
     ... her whole body trembled in the wind of lust.

    Feeling her body shake beneath his, feeling her cunt grab his
    cock and squeeze it in convulsive tremors, he cried, "I'm gonna
    cum, too.  I'm gonna CUM!"  He raised slightly and began pumping
    in and out jerkily, his sperm boiling in his balls.  He felt the
    violent urge to cum ... to let his balls burst forth their sticky
    fluid to run through his cock and spurt into her waiting vagina.
    In and out he pounded frantically into her, feeling her legs
    squeeze him, holding him firmly in place.  "I'm gonna cum - uh -
    uh - uh - fuck me lady!  Here it comes, feel it!  FEEL IT!"  He
    yelled as he felt his semen gush from the buried head of his
    prick, spurting out in thick gobs, rope after rope of jism
    splattering the walls of her cunt.

    Barbara felt his cock swell and spurt in her hole as the last
    spasms of her own orgasm hit her, her cunt drenching his prick in
    juices.

    "More," she whispered, grinding against him, forcing herself over
    the edge into another cum.  As his semen splattered into her wet
    canal, she convulsed again, her mind blacking out as she fell
    over into the throes of her orgasm, letting herself be carried
    away on the wings of lust.  "I love it ... I'm cumming again ...
    cum in me, give me you cum!" she mumbled, pulling him against
    her, her hips still twitching under his.  He fell against her,
    panting with exertion, his penis buried deep in her still jerking
    weakly as it spurted the last big drop of jism.

    "Wow!  What a fuck," he muttered, feeling the frantic need leave
    his body as his prick softened inside her.

    Barbara lay still, clasping the boy to her.  She could still feel
    his cock inside her, soaking in her.  She didn't want to move.
    She wanted to lie here forever, the glow of being well fucked
    pervading her body, the boy's prick still in her.  She sighed
    gently as reality invaded her mind ... she looked around and
    gasped.  Here she was, in the back yard in broad daylight, stark
    naked, clasping an equally naked body in her arms.  Anybody could
    see her, could come in like he had!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Barbara relaxed.  There was nothing else to do.  She was too weak
    with longing to move except feebly - and all her instincts were
    to draw the boy to her, not push him away!  She sighed
    languorously as his tongue licked her belly in swirling circles,
    and a hot flutter of desire made her legs open in anticipation.
    He was going to lick her, he was going to lick her cunt!  Barbara
    moaned in lust as his raspy tongue dipped lower.  She had only
    had her cunt eaten once or twice - and only after begging her
    husband.  And this boy was going to do it now.  He didn't need
    any urging.  In fact, he was forcing her to lie still so that he
    could administer the tongue lashing!  He paused between her
    widespread legs and she could feel his cool breath on the hot
    lips of her cunt.
    "Don't stop!  Please - don't stop," she moaned, raising her hips
    so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face, trying to
    urge him to hurry.

    "Oh, I won't," promised Skip, gently opening the lips with his
    fingers and letting his breath play over her.  "This is gonna be
    great, eating ... I won't stop!"  He held her twat open wide,
    staring into the red-lined interior, watching the tiny entrance
    to her vagina open and close.  "Wow!" he said.  He had never seen
    a cunt like this one, so fully developed.  The pussies of his
    young girl friends were just slick little pink slits, nothing
    like this!  He feasted his eyes on the luxuriant growth of pubic
    hair, curling in reddish swirls over her snatch and down between
    her legs, almost concealing the fat lips of her cunt, which were
    dark red with lust.  As he watched, the whole cunt moved and a
    drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing hole.  He dropped his
    head and covered the whole vulva with his mouth, sucking in like
    a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out more the fluid.

    "Oh God!" Barbara muttered through clenched teeth.  The waiting
    had been almost unendurable - she had thought he would never
    start.  "Suck it.  Stick your tongue in ... honey," she sobbed,
    feeling the familiar darts of lust tear at her vitals.  "I need
    it ... stick your tongue in there.  I want it!"

    Skip was in no real hurry.  He was thoroughly enjoying this.  His
    cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg as he tasted the
    pungent juices.  He felt a great surge of power as he excited
    this older woman with his tongue, making her beg for it.  He
    wanted her screaming and moaning under his mouth ... then he
    would give his throbbing cock some release.  He was going to
    shove it in her throat and make her suck him, too!  He groaned at
    the thought of sliding into her wet mouth and redoubled his
    efforts at her crotch.  He nipped gently with his teeth at the
    engorged nub of her clitoris and ran his tongue up and down the
    length of her slit.

    Barbara squealed as his tongue hit her clit, sending waves of
    pleasure through her.  She bucked her hips against his face,
    trying to engulf his whole mouth, trying to force his tongue into
    her.  She could hardly believe the feelings that shot through
    her.  She was on fire, her whole body churning and quaking with
    lust.

    "Eat me, harder, stick it in there!" she moaned, her head
    thrashing from side to side, her hips undulating under his face.
    She smashed her pussy into his mouth, her juices filling his
    mouth and running down his chin.  He slurped and gulped noisily,
    draining her dry as fast as she could secrete.  He reached up
    with both hands and grasped her tits, squeezing the mounds of
    flesh between his fingers, rolling the nipples between his thumb
    and forefinger.  At the touch, Barbara shook all over, threads of
    fire radiating from her nipples throughout her body.

    "I'm going crazy.  I can't stand it.  Eat me, honey, stick your
    tongue in there, make me cum!"  Barbara screamed, no longer
    caring if anyone could hear or not.  Her whole being was
    concentrated in the patch between her legs.  Her vagina was a
    hungry demanding hole, aching for release.  Suddenly she felt a
    wild urge to take him in her mouth - to suck him as he was
    sucking her, to feel his hard dick filling her throat.  "Cock -
    gimme cock," she mumbled.  "Stick it in my mouth - I want your
    hot dick in my mouth!"

    Skip grinned as the lewd words burst from the woman's mouth.  He
    had her now.  She would do anything he asked, anything at all to
    keep his tongue in her hot box, whipping her to orgasm.  "Sure,
    lady," he mumbled through a mouthful of cunt.  "Anything you
    say."  He swung his body lithely on top of her, positioning his
    rampant cock over her mouth.  "Go to it - gimme some head," he
    commanded, lifting his mouth for a minute, then plunging again
    into the swampy marsh of her pussy.

    Barbara eagerly grasped the shaft of the pulsing cock, bringing
    it to her mouth.  She stuck out her tongue and ran it over the
    head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit,
    then sliding it under the lip of the cap, hitting the most
    sensitive nerves.  She felt his legs tremble as she licked the
    sensitive head, swirling her tongue around and around, and smiled
    to herself.  The feel of his dick in her mouth intensified her
    pleasure.  She could feel his mouth gnawing at her cunt with even
    more intensity.  She was being filled at both ends, fucked in the
    mouth and cunt, and her body quivered with pre-orgasmic shivers.
    As she let the head of his penis slip between her lips, she felt
    his tongue finally enter her vaginal canal.  It lashed at the
    walls, boring into her like a drill, opening her insides, licking
    up every drop of fluid.  She fucked her hips against it.  She
    wished she had a thousand openings, and they were all filled with
    cock or tongue!

    She sucked in more of his dick, relaxing her throat muscles to
    let him probe more deeply.  As her lips inched greedily on his
    shaft, swallowing more and more of the turgid length.  Skip tried
    to hold back.  He tried not shove forward.  He wanted her to take
    it in herself, but finally it was too much, and, with a strangled
    cry, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Skip suddenly began fucking her mouth with short quick jabs.  His
    balls were bursting ... his prick was on fire and ready to
    explode.  Desperately, he fucked her mouth, using it like a cunt,
    pounding into it, forcing her throat to open and take him in.
    And then the boy came.  He spurted wildly into her open mouth,
    his pecker jumping with the force of the orgasm that ripped
    through him.  He came and came ... gob after gob of thick, gooey
    sperm gushed from the head of his prick, splattering into her
    mouth, hitting the walls of her throat.

    Barbara gulped wildly, swallowing the creamy sperm her own final
    cum convulsing her.  She sucked and sucked, drawing every drop of
    jism from his dick, swallowing it all and wanting more.  She
    wanted to drink endlessly from this fountain of cum ... the taste
    and texture of the thick drink excited her to a new plateau of
    lust.  Frantically she drained the softening penis.  She gulped
    down the last mouthful and lay back.  Her body still twitched
    with the last of her orgasm.  Skip cleaned her out with his
    tongue, tenderly licking the still engorged pussy, cleaning off
    the last traces of cum.  Finally he raised his head and slid his
    body off hers.  His limp penis slipped from her mouth, and she
    reached after it, wanting to keep it in her mouth.  He swung
    around so he faced her and smiled at her.  His lips and chin were
    smeared with pussy cum, and she raised her head to kiss him,
    wanting to taste her juices.

    "Wow ... you give some fantastic head," he said approvingly.
    "And your pussy, well, that tastes great!"  He smacked his lips
    happily.  "I could taste my cum in there from when I screwed you
    before ... something, huh?"  He grinned at her.  This had sure
    turned out to be some afternoon.  He had seen the sexy woman
    around town and had fantasized over her, but he had never dreamed
    he would actually fuck her and then eat her out and have her blow
    him.  He smiled at her, feeling all the power of his young
    manhood at conquering her.  "You've got a great body, too.  I
    mean, you're really something special!  You're beautiful!"  He
    looked at her, visions of fucking her in every conceivable
    position running through his mind.  He could come here every day.

    He wanted to do things to her he had never even thought of before
    - fuck her in the ass, between the breasts, the list was endless!

    Maybe he could get it up again ... he'd sure love to put it in
    her once more.  He shivered, remembering how tight and hot it had
    been around his finger.  He could almost feel it around his dick.

    That'd really be something, he thought avidly, picturing himself
    pounding into her creamy ass.

    Barbara was just lying there.  She was covered with sweat and
    exhausted, but her body was satisfied.