        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.