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        Chapter Seven - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

      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 carying her
    green dress on one arm and she held it in front of her, covering
    some of the ravages.  "Where's Jerry?"
      "Uh, he went to the store, Mrs. Anderson," the boy 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 boy
    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," the boy said hurriedly.  They were
    face to face at the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways
    to let her go by, flattening against the wall.
      Barbara smiled at him in a dignified fashion and passed by him.
    Her chest brushed his, and he blushed beet red at the contact.
      "Ah, uh, I'll just go outside and take a swim," he gasped, not
    looking at her as he sidled by.  Barbara stood stock still, not
    believing the flash of lust that swept her body at the involun-
    tary contact.  My God, she thought severely.  Don't you ever get
    enough?  Screwing all afternoon and still wanting more?  She
    chastised herself: You're nothing but a perverted old woman ...
    God, this boy is younger than your son!  And you promised not to
    have anything to do with him!  She took a deep breath and walked
    upstairs, not looking back.  If she had, she would have seen her
    son's friend still standing at the foot of the stairs, his eyes
    glued to the sway of her buttocks.
      Holy cow! he thought.  Jerry didn't tell me his mom  looked
    like that!  He followed her with his eyes.  He was still a
    virgin, but he had two older brothers who had told him all about
    their conquests, and he could hardly wait to begin.  I wonder -
    naw - she's a grown lady.  And Jerry's mom!  But she sure is
    beautiful.  He heard the door slam upstairs and turned away
    sighing, knowing he wouldn't see any more for a while.  He went
    out to the pool, trying to put the sight out of his mind, trying
    to forget the sexy sway of those barely covered buttocks.  His
    penis was stirring in his trunks, and he sighed loudly, wishing
    he were older and could get into those white pants.  I wouldn't
    have a chance he told himself.  She wouldn't even think about a
    kid like me.  He dove into the pool, reviewing the luscious
    curves in his mind.

      Barbara was taking a shower, letting the hot water wash away
    all traces of sand and semen.  She moaned voluptuously as the
    water kneaded her tired muscles and soothed away the red marks
    left by Buddy and Skip's fingers, restoring her flesh to its
    normal pink sheen.  She soaped her breasts admiringly, noting how
    her resilient flesh bounded back into shape.  She had thought she
    would be squashed flat!  She laughed gaily, going over every
    detail of the afternoon in her mind.  At last she emerged from
    the steamimg shower, her body glowing with remembered lust and
    present satiation.
      "That should do it," she crowed silently, wrapping herself in a
    huge towel.  "I shouldn't want any sex for a while!"  She had
    conveniently forgotten her reaction to Steve's involuntary touch.
    She threw a robe around herself and padded downstairs to the
    kitchen, taking a cold drink from the refrigerator and sipping it
    thirstily.  She was hungry too, she decided, and made herself a
    sandwich.
      She munched thoughtfully, looking out the window to the pool.
    She could see Jerry's little friend vigorously swimming back and
    forth, and she smiled to herself at his innocent fun.  Her smile
    changed to a gasp as the boy climbed from the pool.  He was stark
    naked, having discarded his trunks, and his pecker stood straight
    up like a sword rising from the base of his belly.  She clutched
    the windowsill 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 the boy 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 a kid
     ... he's too innocent to know what he's doing," she told
    herself, already walking outside, the ache in her twat drawing
    her to the boy 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 immature 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 the boy's 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 boys 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 boys at school had
    laughed about it, and he had seen pictures.  But actually doing
    it was far different!  He held his pecker in his hand and pointed
    it at the gaping wet mouth of her pussy.  "I - would you help me?
    I'm not sure ... I've never done this before," he said miserably.
      "Oh, darling ... here, I'll help you," Barbara said.  She
    reached out, guiding his dick to her steamy hole.  "Just put it
    where your finger was and move it back and forth like you did
    your finger," she crooned, incredibly turned on by the thought of
    taking on a virgin.  She held herself in check, not wanting to
    scare him with a thrashing display of lust.  Let him get in
    first, she told herself, opening her hole for him with one hand
    and guided his turgid pecker with the other.
      "Aaaaaaggghhh," Steve groaned as the head of his pecker slipped
    into her cunt.  It was incredible, feeling her hot cuntlips
    grasping his pecker, drawing him into her hole.  With a grunt he
    thrust forward, his hips taking the sexual motion as second
    nature.  He sliced into her hot cunt, cleaving her passageway
    until he felt his balls smash against her ass, then drew it out
    again and pushed it forward.  In and out.  In and out.
      "I'm fucking!" he yelled.  "I'm doing it!  I'm fucking your
    cunt!"  He could feel his cum trying to flood the tube of his
    penis and resolutely restrained himself.  He knew that girls
    didn't want a guy to cum immediately.  They wanted to ride the
    dick for a while.  And he wanted to keep Mrs. Anderson happy.
    This was a thousand times better than jacking off, and he wanted
    to do again - and again!  And he knew he couldn't make her mad by
    cumming too soon, or she might not want to do it anymore!
      "That's it!" Barbara called encouragingly.  She allowed her
    hips to go with his motion, adding a twist or two along the way.
    She figured he was probably having trouble controlling himself,
    and she wanted to help him out as much as she could.  She bucked
    her hips up to his and rolled with him, feeling his pecker zip in
    and out of her hole.  It felt small compared to Skip's and
    Buddy's, but she rode it for all she was worth.  And the mental
    stimulation was terrific - she was almost cumming just from the
    perversity of seducing such a young boy.  "Fuck me, Steve!" she
    called.  "Give it to me hard!"

      Steve grunted with the effort not to cum.  His hands were
    clamped on her tits, using them as handles, and he flailed back
    and forth between her hot thighs.  He could feel her cunt
    clasping and unclasping around his pecker, and suddenly it
    grabbed him really hard, squeezing him unmercifully.  He felt his
    cum rising and knew there was nothing he could do about it.
      "I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into her cunt.  He felt her
    start to shake under him and wondered if she were having a fit,
    but his mind was blocked by the roar of orgasm.  His tight little
    balls lifted and blew, shooting his thick young semen into her
    spasming hole.  He felt like it was gushing out of his guts.  He
    couldn't remember cumming like this when he jacked off!  "Oh ...
    what's happening?  It won't stop, ohhh!" Steve fell against her,
    his hips still pumping weakly as he shot wad after wad into her.
      Barbara was still shaking from her first orgasm.  She knew that
    if Steve had been more experienced he could have brought her off
    several more times, but she wouldn't trade this tide of virgin
    cum for the world!  She shivered as she felt the endless flood
    splattering into her cunt, clinging to the slick walls like hot
    grease, filling her to the brim.  She put her arms around him as
    he collapsed on her chest, smoothing his hair, running her hands
    lasciviously over his slim young hips.  Mine ... she thought
    lewdly.  I have his first cum in a woman.  It's in me now, I can
    feel it sloshing in my cunt.  She squeezed her cunt together,
    trying to hold his penis in, but it slipped out with a plop,
    trailing a stream of semen.
      "Oh, Mrs. Anderson!  Wow - it was great!" Steve mumbled into
    her neck.  He was drained but happy!  He hadn't noticed the
    looseness of her cunt.  It was his first, and he thought he had
    had the best fuck in the world.  How it could be any better he
    couldn't imagine.
      Barbara lay back.  Her cunt was still burning.  She needed a
    lot more.  But she didn't want to force the boy.  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 boy and noticed how young he
    was, and it horrified her now instead of exciting her.
      "God!  What have I done!?" she murmured, diving under the
    water.  "He'll tell Jerry.  Oh, Lord,  I've got to put a stop to
    this right now!"  The cool water entered cunt, washing out the
    thick sperm and refreshing her hot insides, diminishing her
    desires.  She could still feel her lust coiled in the pit of her
    stomach, ready to spring, but it was quiet now, and she intended
    to take advantage of the fact.  She swam to the side of the pool
    and got out quickly, skirting the boy.  He looked at her
    sleepily.
      "I'll see you later, darling," she murmured.  "Now don't tell
    Jerry or anybody.  I've got some things to do.  You guys go out
    for supper or something.  I'll leave you some money.  It was
    really wonderful ... but don't tell anybody!"  She looked at him
    fiercely, trying to impress the importance of this on his mind.

      "Oh, I won't, not even Jerry!  I guess you wouldn't want him to
    know!" Steve laughed a little.  "But you will let me play with
    you some more, fuck you again, won't you?  I'm going home
    tomorrow."  He looked at her wistfully as Barbara's heart leapt
    in relief.  If she could just make it till tomorrow.  "Jerry
    wants to go over to my place for a couple of days."
      "I thought you didn't have any place to go for break," Barbara
    said, confused.  Surely Jerry had said ...
      "Oh no.  I was going home, but Jerry wanted me to come visit,
    and now he wants to go to my house," Steve said glibly, frowning
    a little.  "Maybe I can change his mind.  I'd sure rather stay
    here!"  He grinned at her confidingly, reaching up to touch her.
      Barbara moved back quickly.  "No, you better go home.  Your
    mother probably wants to see you." she babbled, wondering why
    Jerry had lied to her about Steve's situation.  "I'll see you
    before you leave - maybe we'll have a chance.  I don't really
    know," she said quickly, striding off without looking back.  She
    didn't want to see the boy's expression.  She might relent, and
    that would be fatal!
      It was late that night.  Barbara had dressed and gone out - and
    stayed out, sitting at one bar after another, not wanting to go
    home.  Several men tried to pick her up, but she was repelled by
    their leering faces and sagging bodies and waved them away in
    disgust.  Finally she couldn't stand it anymore, and returned
    home.
      "They'll be asleep by now," she told herself as she let herself
    in quietly and mounted the stairs.  "I'll get up early in the
    morning and stay away until I'm sure they're gone.  If I can just
    have some time to myself, I know I'll solve this before Jerry
    comes home gain.  I'll get married, see a psychiatrist -
    something.  But I can't think if I have to see them.  I want them
    too much!  Oh God - I'm abnormal ... nobody else feels like this.
    I've never heard of any mother lusting after her son, except in
    books.  And this is real ... too real."  She went into her room
    and shut the door quietly, noticing that there was no light under
    Jerry's door.  She breathed a sigh of relief and began unhooking
    her dress, stripping to bra and garter belt in the dark.  She had
    worn a bra for protection.  She didn't usually use one, but
    tonight she had donned all her armor.  She had on bra, slip, hose
    and garter belt.  She didn't turn on the light, knowing that she
    might inadvertently see her body and be aroused.  She had come to
    terms with her overwhelming sexuality, and her only thoughts were
    to keep it at bay.  She was turning down her bed and and
    preparing to don a robe to go to the bathroom when she heard the
    doorknob turn.  Her heart stopped.  A dark figure slipped into
    the room and stood facing her.
      "Mrs. Anderson.  It's me Steve," a small voice whispered.  "I
    was afraid you weren't gonna come home - and I wouldn't see ya
    again, like you promised."  There was a hint of petulance in the
    boy's tone.
      "Steve - ssshhh!" Barbara whispered frantically.  "Jerry."

      "Dead to the world," Steve said complacently.  He walked up to
    her, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and ran his hands over her
    hips boldly.  "What have you got on?" he asked curiously, his
    hands finding the straps of the garter belt and playing with
    them, then dipping lower.  Barbara gasped as his fingers brushed
    her pubic bush.
      "No!  No, go away," she muttered, wrenching free.  "You
    mustn't!"
      "Why not?  We did this afternoon," Steve said reasonably.
    "I've got some things I want to try.  I was looking at some
    pictures."
      Barbara groaned inwardly at the remembrance of the filthy
    pictures.  "Steve, I was carried away," she said earnestly.  "You
    have to forget about this afternoon.  Believe me, it's best.
    You're too young for me.  It's all wrong."
      "You didn't think so before," Steve persisted.  He sounded like
    he was about to cry, and Barbara's heart melted.
      "No, no, Steve.  I enjoyed it, really."
      "Then why can't we do it some more?" Steve burst out.  "You
    said we would.  I stayed up waiting for you!  You've just gotta
    help me ... my cock's hard and it hurts, Mrs. Anderson, really,
    it does.  It's been hard all night and I've gotta -" Steve
    babbled incoherently, his head buried in Barbara's stomach.  His
    hot breath fanned against her skin, and her nerves crawled.  She
    didn't know what to do, she was determined not to have sex with
    the boy again, but he was so unhappy.  If she turned him down
    he'd think it was because of the size of his cock and he might be
    scarred for life!  Besides, her insides were melting with longing
    to touch him just one more time.
      "All right, ssshhh.  We have to be very quiet.  But this is the
    last time, you hear me?  And you must never tell a living soul!"
      Steve nodded happily and followed her to the bed.  He was
    willing to agree to anything to get into her pussy again.  She
    turned on the bedside lamp and stretched langorously in the dim
    glow, her body showing in sharp relief.
      "Wow," he breathed, looking at her.  He had forgotten how
    beautiful she was.  Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra,
    forcing them upward in rich curves, spilling from the top of the
    cups, and her hips were encircled by a black lace garter belt,
    black silk stockings on her sleek legs.  He could see her red
    bush peeping out of the front of the garter belt, with a
    suggestion of the inner lips peeking through.  "Would you - take
    off your bra, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked.  "But leave that other
    thing on?  I like it."  He was dressed only in a bathrobe, and he
    let that fall to the floor and stood before her nude, his eager
    young prick jutting from his stomach.  She smiled at him and
    slowly unhooked her bra, letting it free her big breasts.  She
    dropped it on the bed and cupped her hands under her tits,
    rubbing them thoughtfully.
      "What is it you wanted to try, dear?" she asked, spreading her
    legs lewdly so that he could see her cunt.  "Would you like to
    put it in my mouth and have me suck it for you?"

      Steve nodded dumbly.  He was mesmerized by the wet place
    between her legs, his hands drawn to it like a magnet.  He thrust
    his hand between her legs and stuck his finger up her, whirling
    it around in the sticky softness.  "Sit on the bed," he muttered
    hoarsely.  "And I'll put it in your mouth."
      Barbara complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and licking
    her lips, looking at his cock avidly.  "If you like," she
    whispered.  "You can kiss me down there, too.  Boys 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 boy 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
    boy'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 boy 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!" the boy 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 the boy had learned to manipulate her, she mused.  He
    knew she'd do anything not to have Jerry find out.
      "Okay, Stevie, whatever you want.  What do you want to use?"
    She looked at him narrowly, hoping that he didn't really have
    anything ready.  He grinned back and slid off the bed.
      "Wait here," he said.  "I'll be right back."

      "Careful," she hissed.  "Jerry ..." But he was gone.  She
    rolled over on her stomach, deeply ashamed about the whole scene,
    but at a loss to know how to get out of it now.  To her
    amazement, she was actually excited at the prospect of being
    fucked with something weird.  She thought of the bottle and
    shivered, hoping it wouldn't be that big.  Steve returned,
    triumphantly waving a long salami.
      "Got it!" he whispered.  "I found this earlier tonight when I
    was waiting for you!"  He handed it to her and looked at her
    expectantly, his young eyes shining with lust.  "Well, go on, do
    yourself with it!"
      Barbara took the salami in her hands and stared at it.  It was
    fairly long and and thick, about the size of a grown man's prick.
    She looked at him pleadingly.  Really, this was the limit -
    fucking with a salami while this boy watched, waiting to be
    excited.  He held his pecker in his hands, obviously planning to
    jerk off with her.  "Go on, Mrs. Anderson!  Stick that salami in
    your cunt!  I wanna see it!"
      Barbara sighed and fitted the salami between her legs, probing
    for the opening to her cunt.  The end fitted nicely into her
    opening and she pressed firmly, forcing it into her.
      "Open you legs," the boy insisted, bending closer.  "I wanna
    watch it go in."
      Barbara opened her legs obediently, offering a good view of her
    twat.  Her pussy lips were stretched wide around the salami,
    which looked like a disembodied red prick gaining admittance.
    She raised her hips and slid it in, noticing that her insides
    were sopping wet.  Wet for a salami, she thought in disgust.  I'm
    really sunk now.  I'll fuck anything.  Really it didn't feel too
    bad.  The rough coating was scraping her insides in a pleasing
    fashion.  With a twist of the wrist she sent the whole salami
    inside her and took her hand away, showing the boy that it was
    all inside.
      "Wow," he breathed, his little hand moving fast on his pecker.
    "Better than the picture.  It's all inside.  Jeez!  Turn over on
    your hands and knees, Mrs. Anderson."  He knelt between her legs
    and peered through them.  Her cuntlips were distended several
    inches, holding the salami firmly inside her.  He positioned
    himself behind her and felt for the end of it, getting a firm
    grip and running it in and out of her gorged snatch.
      Barbara groaned in excitement and humiliation.  Here she was on
    her hands and knees, with a boy 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 the boys heavy
    breathing behind her as he fucked her brutally with the surrogate
    prick.  Suddenly, she felt something warm and wet on her ass.  He
    was licking crack!  She moaned at the new sensation, shivering as
    his tongue found her puckered pink asshole and swirled around in
    there.  It felt great - her ass was still sore from the
    afternoon's fucking, and his tongue was a soothing balm.
      "Oh yes, lick my asshole - rim me out," she called
    encouragingly.

      She bucked her hips against the salami, enjoying the feel of it
    now.  And then she felt his pecker probing at the ass entrance.
    With a lunge, he was buried in her shithole!  Fire rippled along
    her nerves and she moaned louder, forgetting her son down the
    hall.
      "Fuck my ass ... fuck my cunt ... oh, oh, oh, slam it in
    there," she babbled, twisting her ass against him, feeling his
    balls slap her butt.
      Steve sighed.  His cock felt like it was in a hot vise - much
    tighter than her cunt, much dryer, much hotter.  It was so hot he
    thought his prick might melt in there!  He jabbed in and out of
    her, fucking her twat with the salami at the same time.  He could
    feel the salami through the thin membrane that separated her cunt
    from her asshole, and he imagined feverishly that it was another
    cock, that another boy was fucking her cunt, prick to prick, and
    they'd fill her up at the same time!  "Oh, it's so hot!  So
    good!" he mumbled, thrusting into her creamy ass.  He was having
    trouble keeping his balance, her ass was churning so, but he
    valiently fucked on, never missing a stroke.  Then he had to drop
    the salami, leaving it wedged in her cunt, and hold on with both
    hands.  He felt his orgasm coming.  He shuddered and shot into
    her bowels, filling her ass with thick cum suds.
      "Oh ... I'M CUMMMING!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything
    but the fantastic sensation of cumming in her ass.  Her ass
    sucked at his prick, squeezing it like a vise, and he filled it
    with sperm.
      Barbara had grabbed the salami when he dropped it and fucked
    herself with it expertly, bringing herself off in a few strokes
    to join his orgasm.  Her sticky fluids gushed over her hands.
    She was delirious.  She couldn't believe she had cum so hard with
    a salami, but she had, though his spurting prick in her ass had
    certainly helped!  She sank forward in ecstasy, her cunt
    throbbing with fullfillment, her asshole clutching at his
    shrinking cock.
      And the light came on.