Archive-name: Family/barbara5.txt
Archive-author: A. Green
Archive-title: Freewheeling Barbara - 5
Also-title: Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys - Chapter Five

Keywords: also 3plus, First


  Barbara  drove  wildly  through traffic, not knowing  where  she  was
going.   Etched  in her mind was an indelible picture of  stroking  her
son's  prick.   She admitted to herself now that she  had  deliberately
flaunted  her body before him, inviting his response, and then had  run
from  him,  terrified.  Horror at her perverse  desires  suffused  her,
dimming  out not overwhelming the aching of her frustrated  cunt.   Her
twat was burning - it wanted to be fucked - it didn't have any scruples
about who did the fucking. She swerved around a car, horn blaring,  and
tried  to  think.   She could call Jason at the  office.   She  laughed
aloud,  picturing  his reaction if she stumbled in, dripping  wet,  and
attacked  him.   Or  the boy from yesterday -  Skip  -  she  remembered
telling him that she'd meet him at six ... but that was too long!   She
needed it now.
  "I'll go to the store he works for.  He makes deliveries for  Smith's
Department Store,"  she said feverishly.  How she was going to get  him
to  leave work and come with her she dismissed as unimportant.  If  she
could  just see him.  She pulled into the parking lot of the store  and
jumped out of the car, looking around wildly.  "Ah, Delivery Entrance,"
she muttered.  She ran to the door, and finding it open, walked in.   A
man looked at her disinterestedly.
  "Yeah, lady?"
  "Skip.  Skip, is he here?" She peered around.
  "Yeah, he's in the back.  You his mother?"
  "Yes.  Can you get him?  It's very important, an emergency,"  Barbara
said.  She felt very odd - her hair dripped down her neck, wetting  her
back.
  "Sure,  why  don't  ya sit down?  You don't look so  good,"  the  man
answered kindly.
  "Oh, I'm fine.  Just get Skip, please.  Hurry!"
  "Okay,  lady,  calm down." The man was getting slightly  annoyed.  He
wasn't  used to wet, distraught ladies bursting into his office to  see
his  delivery boys.  He strolled to the inside door and  yelled,  "Hey,
Skip!  Your Ma's here, says it's an emergency."
  Skip's  voice came clearly.  "Ma?  I don't ... hey, wait a  sec!  You
say she's here?  Okay."  Barbara clenched her hands together and took a
deep  breath  as Skip entered the room.  He grinned at her  and  winked
slowly.  "Yeah, what's the trouble, Ma?"
  "Uh,  ah  ...  I  need your help,"  Barbara  stuttered.   She  hadn't
realized  how tall he was, and she hadn't remembered his  shoulders  as
being  so  broad.  He walked over to her, still grinning and  took  her
arm.
  "Mr. Johnson.  I'll go help my Ma.  I'll be back in a while, okay?"
  "Well, I suppose so," the man said dubiously, looking at the  strange
pair.  "She is your mother ..."
  "Oh  yes, sir, she certainly is," Skip answered.  "Come on,  Ma."  He
led Barbara firmly outside.  She clung to his arm weakly.  Now that she
had him, she was tongue-tied.  "Where's the car?" he asked.  She showed
him,  and  he  steered her to it, unlocking the door  and  pushing  her
inside.  She collapsed on the seat and looked at him helplessly.
  "So,  what's the emergency?  Couldn't wait, huh?"  He grinned at  her
again.  She shuddered at the cocksure tone.  He reached over and pulled
up her skirt roughly, sinking his finger into her.
  "No," she whispered, pulling away.  "I wanted ... I mean ..."
  "Don't play coy now, lady" he said.  "You want it bad, don'tcha?   So
bad  you  hafta come get me from work ... well, where do you  want  it?
Here, or your place?"  He stroked her cunt smoothly, his finger sliding
in  and  out.  He felt a surge of power as he realized  how  much  this
woman wanted him.  It was an intoxicating feeling.
  "No,  can't  go home, my son's there ... just drive  to  the  beach,"
Barbara  stuttered.  Her body was on fire from his  finger-fucking  and
she  knew  she  had to get out of here before she  succumbed  in  broad
daylight in the parking lot.
  "Can't drive, lady.  I lost my license," Skip said.  His teeth showed
in a broad grin as he watched her.  She was flushed and breathing  hard
already, just from his finger in her twat.
  Finally  Skip said, "Hey, let's go!  I ain't got all day.   Let's  go
down to the beach.  I know a place."
  Barbara backed the car out and followed his instructions.
  It  was  a  bright,  hot day, and the beach  was  crowded,  but  Skip
directed  her  down a side road to a deserted point.  She pulled  to  a
stop and stared at him questioningly.  He was all business now.
  "Got  a blanket?  No?  Guess this hit you unexpected, huh? Well,  I'm
always willing to help a lady.  Take your dress off. Lemme see if  your
bod's as good as I remember.  Do it nice and slow, now, give me a  good
show  so I can get ready for you. Though I don't need much,"  he  said,
looking down at his pants and seeing the hard bulge.  "Get my prick out
first,"  he  commanded. "Then give me a show."  He sat back  against  a
sand dune, legs widespread and motioned her to him.  "Come on ...  take
it out!
  Barbara knelt in front of him and, hand shaking, unzipped his  pants.
His  massive pecker sprang out, already engorged.  She moaned  slightly
and reached for it, but he slapped hand away. "No, strip for me,  lady.
Let's see how good you are," he commanded, circling his prick with  his
thumb  and forefinger. "Make it good and hard, and I'll fuck  you!   If
you don't do a good job, well ..." he shrugged.
  Barbara put her hands behind her neck and unzipped her dress,  trying
to  remember how the stripper she had seen in Vegas did it.  She  moved
her hips slightly to an imagined bump and grind routine and slowly  let
the dress fall to the ground.  She was still in her white bathing suit,
and  she  revolved slowly in front of him, thrusting  out  her  pelvis,
bending so he could see the swell of her breasts.  She unhooked the top
of  the suit in back and let one breast fall free, still holding it  to
her  other boob, teasing him.  She gathered the material in  her  hands
and pressed it to her chest, rubbing her tits with it, then let it fall
to  the ground, revealing the full swell of her tits.  She  cupped  her
hands  under  her  breasts and let her fingers trail  over  the  creamy
surface, pinching the nipples until they stood erect.
  "Oh,  yeah, that's good.  Rub'em, honey," Skip gasped, hypnotized  by
the  action  of her hands.  He rubbed his prick  slowly,  savoring  the
strip tease.  "The pants.  Take off the pants.  Let me see your cunt."
  "Barbara  smiled.  She felt in control now as she excited  the  young
man.  It was obvious he wanted her badly now, and she proposed to  make
him  frantic  with lust before she let him enter her.  She  turned  her
back to him and bent over, pulling the white bikini pants off her  full
ass, revealing the twin moons of her buttocks to his view.  She ran her
hand  over  the cheeks of her ass, parting the crack, showing  a  brief
glimpse  of  her  puckered asshole, bending over so he  could  see  the
shadow  of  her cunt from behind.  She straightened and  turned  again,
facing him, hooking her thumbs in the top of her pants and inching them
down, revealing a few reddish curls.  She looked him full in the  eyes,
licking her full lips with her wet tongue.
  "Like it, Skip?  Want to see more of my cunt?" she asked softly.
  "Yeah.   Show me your twat, baby.  Take of the pants and show  it  to
me!" Skip grunted.  He had pulled off his jeans now, and he sat  before
her naked, his cock jerking with excitement.
  Barbara  slowly slid the panties off, revealing her  luxuriant  pubic
bush,  and stepped out of them.  She stood before him nude,  her  hands
covering her bush, smiling at him lewdly.  She was unbearably  excited.
She  could feel the moisture trickling from her overheated  cunt.   She
walked  in front of him, moving her hands and spreading her legs so  he
could  gaze at her.  One hand held apart the fleshy lips of  her  cunt.
She was only inches away from him now, and her female odor reached  his
nostrils.  They twitched at the enticing smell, and he grabbed  upward,
bringing  her cunt against his mouth, inhaling the musky odor,  lapping
fiercely at the dripping cunt.
  "Oh  -  yes  ... suck it," she squealed,  her  knees  buckling.   She
slumped  onto  him, her twat mashing into his face.  He licked  up  and
down, his nose bumping against her clitoris, sending waves of  pleasure
through her.  "Eat me out, darling, eat my cunt!" she moaned, squatting
over him.  Her body writhed as it sought the satisfaction denied  since
yesterday,  her  hips twisting and undulating on his tongue,  her  cunt
dripping  pussy  nectar down his willing throat.   And  Skip  complied,
doing his best to swallow the flood of juice, slurping valiantly at the
demanding cunt, sticking his tongue into her hole and twirling  around,
nibbling  at  the  nub of her clitoris.   She  came  quickly,  spasming
wildly, gushing into his mouth.  She fell on the sand beside him.
  "Oh,  that was fantastic.  You're a great cunt lapper," she  babbled,
not quite believing she had finally found the release she had craved so
violently.
  "Turn over," Skip said roughly.  He was extremely aroused - her strip
tease  had  almost made him shoot and he had  controlled  himself  with
difficulty as he ate her cunt.  He wanted something else - something he
had promised himself to have yesterday.  He wanted to plunge his pecker
into the steaming depths of her ass! He turned her over and spread  her
cheeks,  staring enraptured at the puckered rose of her  asshole.   "Oh
baby,  this is gonna be great!" he muttered, bending down  and  licking
the  crack  of her ass.  It tasted salty, not at all  unpleasant.   His
tongue  found the tiny hole and bored in, licking the tight dry  walls,
lubricating them for his entrance.
  "Wha - what are you doing?" Barbara hissed.  "Not there.  In my cunt.
Do it in my cunt."
  "Hell no, baby.  I'm gonna cornhole you," Skip answered, spitting  in
one hand and greasing his pole.  "Just relax."
  "No  -  no." Barbara struggled to no avail.  She  was  pinned  firmly
under his weight, her head pressed into the sand.  Her ass stuck up  in
the  air,  the cheeks already spread by his hand. Unbelieving  she  had
felt  his  tongue rim her, feeling like a hot rasp.  She  knew  it  was
going to hurt terribly.  His finger had hurt yesterday when he stuck it
there!   She  knew his massive pecker would rip her  in  two!   "Please
don't, not there," she moaned, twisting her hips away from him.
  "Hold  still, damn it," Skip muttered through clenched teeth.  "Or  I
will  hurt  you, Goddamn it!  I said hold still!"   He  punctuated  his
words  with  a sharp slap on her posterior and Barbara  subsided.   She
held herself tensely, terrified of the pain she knew would rip  through
her.
  Skip  positioned  his  penis at the entrance-way to  her  bowels  and
pressed gently.  The head slipped halfway in, stretching the  membranes
and  causing  her to moan feebly and squirm in pain. "Hold  still!"  he
repeated,  taking a firm grip on her and pushing forward.  The head  of
his  prick  slipped  inside the distended hole,  opening  the  ring  of
sphincter  muscles for entrance.  Skip felt the tight ring  of  muscles
clamp  against  his  prick  and he almost came on  the  spot  from  the
exciting pressure.  He gritted his teeth and shoved mightily.  His dick
thrust into the virgin asshole, tearing the membranes with a burst.  He
slumped against her, his cock buried in her asshole, his balls  crushed
against  her ass, and rested a moment, soaking in the dark warmth.   It
was  a lot hotter and tighter than any cunt he'd ever been in, and  dry
too!  He moved slightly, then pulled out a ways and began pumping  into
her.
  Barbara stayed perfectly still.  The pain was unbearable.  She  could
feel  the  entire length of his cock inside her bowels like a  red  hot
poker.  Her whole ass was on fire, she could feel the battered  muscles
contorting with pain as he pumped steadily into her.  He's killing  me,
she  thought.   She groaned loudly as pain lanced through  her  bowels,
making her feel violently sick. I deserve it - this is my punishment  -
i deserve to be treated like this, her mind chanted to her.
  "Move  it!" Skip snapped suddenly.  "You know how.  Move your ass  up
and  down,  baby, so I can get all the way in you!"  He slid  one  hand
beneath  her and groped for her sticky cunt, thrusting his finger  into
her.   In and out.  In and out.  His finger kept perfect time with  his
cock  and  Barbara  was  surprised to find the  pain  receding  as  the
pleasure radiated from her cunt.  Suddenly, she wanted him to fuck  her
ass.   The feelings his cock evoked were exciting beyond  belief!   She
moved  her  hips tentatively at first, then boldly, pushing  his  prong
into her depths.
  "That's  it!  Shake your ass!" Skip cried exultantly as the  movement
transmitted  to his pecker.  Her ass muscles were sucking at  him  now,
pulling him deeply into her hot dry shithole, squeezing the head of his
dick  until he felt his balls would burst.  His balls  smashed  against
her  ass with each stroke, squishing in the moisture that dripped  from
her excited twat.
  "Oooo,  yes, fuck my ass!  Shit, baby, ram it home and ream me  out!"
Barbara  cried,  bucking  her  ass up and down,  then  whirling  it  in
circles, screwing herself onto his pole.  "Cram me full of cock.   Give
it  to me!  Harder!  Fuck me harder!  Stick your hand in my cunt,  give
it to me!"
  Skip smiled grimly and continued to thrust strongly into the bouncing
ass.  "I knew you'd like it!" he crowed.  "You love it, don'tcha?   You
love  me fucking your ass!  Yeah, move it!  Clench your  muscles.   Use
your  ass  to make me cum.  Move it good.  So good, hot  mother.   Good
fucking,"  he cried.  He could feel his cum burning in the pit  of  his
stomach  and  he clutched at the slippery flesh of her  posterior  with
trembling  fingers, one hand still buried deep in her twat.   He  could
tell  she  was  cumming, too - he juices spurting  over  his  hand  and
drenched  his  balls.  "Yeah, I'm gonna cum in your  fucking  ass!"  he
cried.
  Barbara  tensed  at his words.  She wanted to feel the  hot  flow  of
semen flood her battered asshole.  She moved wildly under him, her tits
bouncing,  her  cunt gripping his hand.  She felt her ass suck  at  his
pounding  cock.  She squeezed her muscles and felt the rigid  flesh  of
his  prick swell and grow hotter as he gave one last heave  and  wedged
himself  firmly  in her ass.  His balls tightened  and  burst,  sending
spurt  after spurt of hot semen into the dark recesses of  her  bowels,
spattering  the dry walls of her bunghole with thick white cream.   She
shuddered  beneath him, her orgasm overtaking her at the  same  moment,
her cunt convulsing and gushing onto his digging hand.  She could  feel
his  pecker still spitting inside her ass, softening now  and  slipping
out.  Her ass muscles grabbed at it futilely, trying to keep it  inside
her,  but  it slipped out and the boy rolled sideways  onto  his  back.
Barbara  stayed on her hands and knees, her ass stuck in the air,  gobs
of  sperm dripping from her asshole and running down the backs  of  her
legs.  She was too weak to move.  Her ravaged rear throbbed dully,  but
her  cunt was satisfied for a time.  But she still wanted something  in
there.   Something good and hard in her twat.  She thought suddenly  of
Jerry's  pictures, the one of the woman being screwed in the ass  while
she  sucked another guy off. She wondered if the guy in her  mouth  had
transferred  to her cunt after the cock finished in her ass.   And  she
wondered  how it would feel to be screwed in the front and back at  the
same time.
  As she realized what she was thinking, she moaned.  One isn't  enough
for  you?  You're damn lucky you got this, she told  herself,  quelling
her  perverted thought.  This is bad enough -picking up a delivery  boy
to  fuck  you  so  you won't think about fucking  your  son.   And  now
thinking about that!  You're evil, wicked!
  "You  okay?" Skip asked rolling over and looking at her.  She  hadn't
moved.   He  hoped that he hadn't hurt her - he had  smashed  into  her
awfully hard.  "Hey - say something."
  Barbara  shivered as his hand stroked her ass.  She rolled  over  and
faced  him, saying in a small voice, "Do you think you could  get  hard
again and screw me in my cunt?"
  Skip  stared  at  her, his mouth open.  Here he had  thought  he  had
ruptured  her ass and she wanted more!  He grinned  admiringly.  "Sure,
lady,  anything you want!" He laughed in relief.  "you'll have to  suck
it to a stand though.  I can't get it up alone."  He laughed again with
all  the assurance of a youth who knew he had years of  fucking  before
him.   He felt like he could screw her all day and night and never  get
tired.   She  was far and away the best piece of tail he'd had  in  his
young life.
  Barbara  scrambled to him, wincing as her still painful  ass  touched
the  ground.  She knelt before him and lifted his limp prick  with  one
hand.  "While I blow you, why don't you tell me about some of the other
women  you've screwed," Barbara asked, knowing the recollections  would
hurry his erection.  And besides, she had a perverse desire to hear  of
his sexual encounters.  She had never imagined a man so young would  be
so  experienced.  He was only a year older than her son, and Jerry  was
obviously  a virgin.  She shuddered at the thought of her lust for  her
son, and continued hastily.  "Tell me about your first time ... tell me
all  about  your girl friends," she urged hotly.  "I'll  suck  you  off
while you tell me, and then you can fuck my cunt!"
  "Well," Skip began slowly.  "I've never had a chick like you  -that's
for  sure.  You're really outasight!  A far out fucking lady!"  He  ran
his fingers through her hair possessively.
  "Tell me about your other girls," Barbara urged, lowering her head to
his  groin and licking around the base of his penis.  She  cleaned  his
pole  thoroughly, from the root to the tip, licking daintily along  the
whole  surface.   She  was gratified to notice  that  it  was  swelling
slightly, hardening under her tongue.
  "Okay.   Well, my first time was when I was a kid.  I was always  big
for  my age, a lot bigger than the other boys.  I started playing  with
myself  when I was about nine, but it was a while before I got  into  a
real  cunt!  My sister is a couple of years older than me.  I  used  to
watch  her  undress  at night through the keyhole  and  then  jerk  off
afterward.
  "Anyhow,  one night she had a girl friend spend the night  with  her,
and I was watching them.  They didn't do anything for a long time, just
sat  around  and yakked, and I was getting tired of  waiting,  when  my
sister started to undress.  She and her friends had been talking  about
boys  at  school - what kind of girls they went for and all  -  and  my
sister  pulled off her clothes and pointed out her tits and ass to  her
friend, laughing as she described how the boys had played with her tits
and  cunt!  She rubbed her little titties until they stood straight  up
and  pulled her cunt open and showed it to her friend.  The other  girl
stripped,  too.  She was older than my sister, and her body  was  fully
developed.   She  had big sized tits that swing when she walked  and  a
real bush of hair on her twat!  You better believe I was one horny kid,
watching  all  that action!  I started jerking off right there  in  the
hallway  -  and my parents were both gone, so I didn't  have  to  worry
about them.  Anyhow, I stood there in the hallway, my eye glued to  the
keyhole, my hand jerking at my pud!  I watched those two girls  compare
tits  and  cunts,  holding up each other's tits  to  feel  the  weight,
running  there  fingers in and out of each other's  cunts.   Finally  I
realized they had stopped playing.  They were kissing each other  right
on  the  mouth, mashing their breasts together, squishing  their  cunts
together!   I had never imagined girls doing that.  I couldn't  believe
it!  But it was great - wow, it was fucking fantastic!  I was about  to
cum  all over the door, just from watching those two chicks get it  on!
They  went into a sixty-nine.  I didn't know what it was called then  -
but it looked like great fun.  They mouthed away at each other's twats,
slurping  up  the juices.  It was really far out watching  that  blonde
head  ramming  into the dark cunt, and the other way, too."  His  voice
trailed off in a stream of remembrance.
  "Well,  then what happened?" Barbara asked impatiently,  raising  her
head from his cock.  It had gotten completely stiff during the  telling
of  his story, and Barbara chewed on the tip gently as she  waited  for
him to continue.  Her twat was steaming now, aroused by the picture  of
the two girls.  She wanted to hear the end of the story!
  "Oh,  just keep sucking, honey.  I'll try to make it short so we  can
get  down  to business.  Anyhow, I must've been puffing  like  a  steam
engine on the other side of the door, because my sister raised her head
from her friend's steaming crotch and listened. I couldn't stop, I  was
grunting with my cum.  I was just about to shoot, and I couldn't  move!
I  kept jacking off, hoping my sister wouldn't come to the door, but  I
was helpless to stop!  She got up and opened the door just as I blew my
nuts!   All  over  her! She just stood there staring at  me,  my  sperm
splattering against her!  I was really scared, man!  I didn't know what
to  do!  She laughed ... and then took me by the hand and led  me  into
the room. 'Look what I found!' she told her friend.  'My little bother,
all grown up!'  She pulled my hand and gently to me to the bed.
  "  'God!'  her friend said.  'How old is he?  It's a  big  one.'  She
reached out and grabbed my pecker.  It was almost five inches, and  she
rolled  it  in  her  hand.  'Do you like to  watch  girls?'  she  asked
gently."
  "I  stammered  out something.  I couldn't believe  the  whole  thing.
Anyhow,  she  took my little prick in her mouth and gave  me  my  first
sucking.   It stood right up and she giggled as she asked my sister  if
she thought I was ready to fuck!  And my sister helped her.  She guided
me  into  that hole, placing my legs, positioning me atop  her  friend.
Once  I  was there I knew what to do!  It was like  second  nature.   I
poked in and out of her.  I must've gone five strokes before I shot  my
wad!"   He  laughed, remembering his wild excitement at the feel  of  a
cunt  engulfing his prick.  "Anyhow, they taught me a lot, the  two  of
them!  I fucked that chick once a week for a couple of years, and  then
she  moved away.  And my sis - she'd never let me cum in her cunt,  but
she taught me how to eat a pussy, and she blew me whenever I wanted!  I
guess  I  was  lucky, getting an early start like  that.   I'll  always
remember that broad ..."  He was silent.
  Barbara thrust down a surge of jealousy.  She should be grateful  for
that girl, teaching her lover all that.  Why, he was as experienced  as
a  grown man and had the resilience of youth besides!  His young  prick
stood  at full attention now as she bobbed her head up and down on  it.
Her pussy was dripping wet with excitement, wanting to be filled.   She
raised  her  head and said hoarsely, "Fuck me, Skip ... get on  me  and
stick  it in my cunt!"  She lay back in the sand, opening her  legs  to
welcome him.
  Skip  poised  himself  before her, kneeling  between  her  out-spread
thighs.   He  looked at her wet, glistening cunt and licked  his  lips,
remembering  the salty taste of her cum juice.  He stroked his hand  up
and down the length of his pecker.
  "Hurry  up,  I can't stand it," Barbara moaned, raising her  hips  to
him.   Her whole body was a mass of trembling, quivering  nerves.   The
sand  rasped against her backside, which was still sore from the  corn-
holing.   She could feel every separate grain of sand digging into  the
bruised  flesh, and she ground her hips masochistically into the  rough
surface,  relishing  every  stab of pain.  The sun  beat  down  on  her
unprotected body.  She could feel heat washing over her inside and out.
She closed her eyes against the glare, rubbing her head back and  forth
in the coarse sand.
  "You  really  want it, don'tcha, lady?" Skip grunted.  "Tell  me  how
much you want my prick in you."  He rubbed the head teasingly over  her
distended   cunt-lips,  relishing  her  moan  of  excitement.  He   was
unbearably  excited  himself,  but he wanted to prolong  the  the  time
before  he  plunged  into her hot box as long as  he  could,  until  he
couldn't  stand it any more.  A drop of pre-cum oozed from the head  of
his  prick and slid over the engorged surface, glistening in  the  sun.
"Tell  me what you want.  Tell me just how you like it,"  he  repeated,
his eyes running over her firm body that lay so abjectly before him.
  "Oh,  please, fuck my cunt, Skip!  Stick your big hard dick  into  my
pussy and screw me!  God, how I want it!  Poke me, ram me, please!  Put
it in my cunt and twist it around and screw me into the sand.  Ohhhh, I
can't stand it!  I'll die from wanting you!" Barbara cried wildly,  her
lewd  words exciting her further.  Her hands crept up and massaged  her
tits,  squeezing  her  nipples between her fingers  until  they  almost
popped.   A  thin sheen of sweat gleamed on the tanned surface  of  her
body  now,  compounded  of  heat and lust.  She  arched  her  body  up,
presenting  her cunt to Skip's fascinated gaze, and executing a  series
of  slow  bumps and grinds, simulating the sex act, urging  himself  to
bury himself in her twat, "Please ... stick it in there."
  "What?"  Skip asked innocently.  He was enjoying himself.   This  was
almost  as  good as the actual screwing - watching  a  beautiful  woman
flaunt  her pussy at your eyes, begging you to enter her! "What do  you
want in your cunt, baby?"
  "Stick your finger in there ... cram your goddamn hand in my  pussy!"
Barbara  almost screamed.  "Get it all hot and juicy and then  give  me
your cock!"
  Skip  grinned.   It already looked pretty juicy to him,  but  he  was
willing  to play around a little longer, until the urge to  fuck  drove
everything else from his mind.  He put two fingers stiffly together and
jammed  them  into her steamy box, sinking through the  hot  flesh  and
churning  around.   "Is that good?" he asked, breathing heavily  as  he
watched  his  fingers fuck her twat. He flicked the clitoris  with  his
thumb and smiled at the tremor that went through her.  Her skin rippled
under its thin coating of sweat as she hunched frantically against  his
fingers.   "How do you like that, baby?  Do you like me  finger-fucking
your snatch?" Skip muttered to her.
  Barbara looked down past her breasts to the hairy mound of her  cunt,
watching his fingers dig in and out.  Her hips moved furiously  against
the  fucking hand as he drew it out.  Her hips moved furiously  against
the fucking hand as she tried to get more of his hand inside her.   She
felt like her cunt was a mile wide and could take anything!  She sucked
her  muscles  around his fingers and bore down with all  her  strength.
She  couldn't believe the sensations that were flooding her with  every
stroke  of his arm.  She quivered and bucked with lustful tremors,  her
pussy  gushing lubrication around his hand.  "Put your whole  hand  in.
Fuck me with your arm, cram it in there!" she cried.
  Skip hesitated.  He had never heard of putting a whole hand inside  a
woman's cunt.  Surely it was way too big!  He hooked his fingers inside
and  stretched  the walls experimentally.  They  stretched  around  his
probing  digit  accommodatingly.  He shrugged. He was  willing  to  try
anything  ...  and if she thought she could take it  ...  Carefully  he
inserted  another finger alongside the two already in her steamy  hole.
She  moaned slightly, but didn't stop the tempo of her hips.   He  drew
his  hand out and bunched his little finger with the others and  rammed
it again into her. "That good?" he breathed, watching her cunt  stretch
in fascination.
  "Oooohhhh!   Yes!  Yes, darling, give it to me!  Put your fist in  my
cunt!   Fist-fuck  me!   I want it, God, I  want  it!"  Barbara  bucked
against  him.   Her cunt was stretched to the limit  now  -crazily  she
wondered  how far it would go before it ripped.  She didn't  care,  she
wanted  him  to  put his whole fist inside her. The  depravity  of  the
action further stimulated her.  She could see him between her legs, his
four  fingers stiffly extended, pumping in and out of her.  She  wanted
to  feel his hand - to clamp down on his wrist with her cunt!  "Go  on,
please, your fist," she whimpered.
  "Okay,  lady,  you asked for it," Skip laughed.  The novelty  of  the
scene was getting to him, turning him on immeasurably.  He doubled  his
thumb under his other fingers and thrust into her warm crotch, twisting
his  wrist  as  he drove in so that his entire fist  slid  through  the
muscles  surrounding her vaginal canal.  And he was in!  He flexed  his
fingers carefully inside the tight passageway - the slick walls of  her
cunt  vibrated beneath his fingertips and clutched wildly at his  hand.
"Feel  it?  I've got my fist in your cunt!" he whispered hoarsely.   He
pulled out slightly and began stroking her with quick jabs of his arm.
  Barbara had tensed as he sought entry to her hole, and forced herself
to  relax so he could get in.  She hadn't really thought it possible  -
but  it had happened - he was in her up to the wrist!  She  could  feel
each  one  of  his fingers like it was a  separate  cock,  probing  and
bunching  at the entrance of her womb. With a loud cry, she arched  her
back and drove her hips at him, forcing his hand as far as it would go.
She  felt a frantic wave of orgasm come crashing around her.  Her  legs
went limp, her body quaked as she pounded against his fist.  She  could
feel every part of her body, in her ears a dull roaring drowned out the
sound  of  her screaming, her eyes blurred and shards of  color  danced
before them.
  "I'm  cummmmmiinnnggg!" she squealed.  "All over your hand,  oh  God,
I'm  cumming!   Help me!  Stop!  Stop!  It's too much!  I  can't  stand
it!"   As  she  shuddered through her orgasm, Skip  withdrew  his  hand
slowly ... her cunt made a squishing noise as he pulled out.  As  folds
slipped  together  and returned to normal size he stared  at  his  hand
again in amazement.  It was unreal that he had had his fist inside that
tiny  hole.  He looked down at his prick.  It was standing straight  up
and pulsing furiously - he could see the blood flowing in the  enlarged
veins that stood out all over the surface.
  He brought his cock to the still dripping hole and pressed in gently,
feeling  the puffy flesh give under his pressure.  "Ready for  it  now,
baby?" he murmured.  "Ready for some fucking?  I'm gonna really give it
to ya.  I know you can take it now," he promised.
  Barbara shivered as the smooth head of his cock probed her cunt.  She
had  been  really  turned on by the fist fuck.   The  novelty  and  the
wildness  of it had made her cum violently, but there was nothing  like
the feel of a hard cock cleaving her opening!  She smiled  lasciviously
at  him  and opened her legs even wider, giving him a  perfect  target.
"Yeah,  I'm ready!" she answered, matching his tone.  "Give it to me  -
hard  and fast, lover!  Fuck me like I was meant to be fucked.  Ram  it
into  my cunt!  I'm waiting for you.  My pussy's begging for it.   Give
it  to  me!"  She drew in her breath and held it as he stirred  in  her
outer  chambers, then let out in a whoosh as he plunged  suddenly  into
her  depths.   Her  flesh parted easily under his  thrust,  but  closed
around  his prick with the tenacity of rubber, enclosing him in a  vise
of sticky flesh.
  "God!   It's  still  tight!" he grunted wonderingly as  he  felt  the
action  of her muscles.  He had thought his fist might  have  stretched
her beyond repair, but her resilient cunt snapped back into action like
a  spring.  He fucked in and out of her cuntal hole, feeling his  balls
squish  against her ass with each stroke. Her legs were wrapped  around
his  back  and  he suddenly raised them around his  neck,  pulling  her
almost  straight up against his prick.  Her arms were tight around  his
neck, too.  He held her bent double against him as he drove into her.
  Barbara could hardly move in this position, but that didn't matter as
his  prick hit new depths plumbing her canal to the bottom.  He  thrust
into  her like a pile driver, in mighty lunges. With every blow of  his
prong  Barbara  shuddered violently, her cunt clutching at  his  smooth
rod.   She could feel him all the way in her stomach.  It felt like  he
was fucking her guts!  She tightened her legs and arms around his  neck
and  shook  and shuddered under his pumping penis, feeling  her  orgasm
begin  to  sweep her in a series of undulating waves, each  one  higher
than  the  one before.  She was being buffeted by a sea of  lust.   Her
body  rolled  with the waves and surfaced, then rolled off again  in  a
crashing peak.
  "O  - uh - uh - uh!  FUCK ME!  I'M CUMMING!  Oh ... God, I'm  cumming
again!  Harder ... don't stop ... fuck me!  Give it to me!  Cum in me -
I WANT YOUR CUM: PLEASE ... I'M CUMMING AGAIN, FUCK ME!!" she screamed,
not knowing or caring what she said or did.
  Skip gritted his teeth and hung onto the convulsing body beneath him,
never ceasing his relentless plunges into her spasming flesh.  He  knew
she  was  gripped in a series of multiple orgasms.  He could  feel  her
cunt  clasping and unclasping on his prick as she flopped like  a  fish
impaled  on  a spear.  He loved fucking her - he  loved  the  fantastic
action of her active pussy on his cock, the smooth movement of her hips
beneath his changing to the jerks of orgasm.
  "Get  ready ... I'm cumming," he warned.  "Hold on.  NNOW!  FEEL  IT!
JESUS!   I'M CUMMING, BABY!" he screamed at her, forcing himself  fully
into  her, grinding and twisting his prick into her cunt.   It  swelled
even  larger and grew even more sensitive.  He could feel every  tremor
of her cunt through the nerves in the head.  He twisted and turned into
her  cunt, and then he was spurting.  A flood of semen burst  from  the
head of his cock, shooting from his balls through his prick to splatter
into Barbara's twat, filling her canal with hot semen.
  "AAAggghhh!!" Barbara squealed as the hot column of sperm flooded her
sensitive cunt.  She could feel it gushing into her, burning hot on the
walls of her cunt, filling her to overflowing, running out of her  slot
and  down her thighs.  She hadn't thought there was that much sperm  in
the  world,  she  thought crazily as Skip pumped  weakly  against  her,
flinging out his last drops of semen.  Her cunt sucked hungrily at  his
softening  prick,  milking  his  balls for every  ounce  of  cum.   She
shuddered against him a final time as the last of her orgasm  fluttered
through her.  Her legs slid down his back and she lay back flat on  the
ground,  her eyes closed, a beatific smile on her face.   Skip  slumped
beside  her,  his head on his arms.  He was exhausted -  the  last  two
fucks  had really taken it out of him.  He laughed weakly, glancing  at
her sperm-coated thighs, realizing how much it had taken out of him!
  "Goddamn  great  fucking," Skip muttered.  "You really  know  how  to
ball.   You're the best piece of ass I've ever had, no shit!" He  meant
every  word.  He had been with some horny chicks after his  start  with
his  sister and her friend - but never had he had a grown woman at  the
peak of her desires!  He shook his head.  No wonder they always said an
older  woman was the best lay!  He wondered how the hell a guy her  age
would keep up with her.  He was wearing out, and he was only  eighteen!
A  very  experienced and mature eighteen, but still a  young  boy  with
supposedly endless sexual prowess.  He sighed.  He knew he could  bring
her  off again and again ... with his tongue, his hands and  his  cock,
but  he  didn't want to wear himself out completely!   He  figured  she
could  take on another guy easy.  Hell, she could probably take  on  an
army  and  come  back for more!  He felt the thrill  of  pride  in  his
insatiable  mistress.  He was proud of her raging appetite as  well  as
her luscious body.  If he had realized that it was he who had  unlocked
her lust and brought forth her insatiable appetite, he would have  been
prouder still.  But he didn't know that until yesterday she had been  a
frigid  woman, frozen by her uncaring husband and inept lover.  He  had
come along at exactly the right time and opened a new world to her.
  Barbara  lay flat on the sand, her body glowing with the warmth  that
only  comes  from being well-fucked.  She reached for Skip's  hand  and
held  it.   Whatever  happened, whatever she did  because  of  her  new
emotions,  she would always be grateful to him for showing her  how  it
felt to be a woman.  She had found sexual release and satisfaction now.
It remained for her to learn to control her desires.
  For a woman of thirty-five, at the height of her sexual potential, to
suddenly come from the cavern of frigidity into the white hot light  of
sensuality  was a little too extreme - her mind had to catch up to  her
body.   She  knew  that she wanted sex constantly now.   She  had  been
deprived  too  long,  and her body was making up for  lost  time.   She
smiled at her young lover, studying him covertly, reveling in the sleek
beauty  of his firm bronze limbs, wishing he were hard again and  could
fuck her some more.
  She needed to be fucked steadily for a week, she thought to  herself,
smiling.   If Jason could see me now ... or my ex-husband,  she  mused.
Perhaps if her husband had taken the time to indoctrinate her into sex,
to  lead  her along until she was ready for this.  She shook  her  head
violently.   There  was no use mourning the past and  what  might  have
been!   She was here, now, she was lucky enough to have  been  awakened
before  it  was  too  late,  and she meant to  make  the  most  of  her
awakening.
  She would do everything she could to satisfy her appetite and to keep
at  bay her incestuous desires for her son!  Because she knew that  was
wrong.  Every moral scruple cried against it.  She was afraid of incest
to  the  fibers  of her being.  She had to get  completely  fucked  out
before  she went home.  She couldn't have a repeat of the scene in  her
pool.  She needed more fucking.  Every day until he left at the end  of
the week.
  As  if  he read her mind, Skip turned to her.   "You're  a  fantastic
lady,"  he murmured.  "Really far out.  I just had a great  idea.   You
might  like it.  Well, I have a friend who lives right down the  beach.
He's  a  little older than me, and I hang out there once  in  a  while.
What  say we buzz over and take a shower and rest a while?  This  sun's
hot as shit!"  He grinned at her engagingly, watching her reaction.  He
wanted  to show her off to Buddy.  Buddy really dug older  chicks.   He
was  always  bragging about the ones he'd had and how they  could  fuck
circles  around  teenyboppers.  Maybe they could all get it  on.   Skip
would  love to see Buddy's face when he walked in with  this  fantastic
lady.  They could smoke a little - relax.  Who knows what might  happen
then?   He  shivered slightly as a picture flitted  through  his  mind,
Barbara blowing him and taking Buddy in her cunt at the same time.
  "Well, if you're sure he won't mind us busting in like this," Barbara
said warily.  She didn't know if she wanted to meet another guy or not.
Maybe he'd laugh at her for being over thirty!
  Her  doubt  must  have shown on her face  because  Skip  laughed  and
stroked  her hair.  "He'll love you.  Really!  Any guy would. You're  a
really beautiful lady!  Come on and get dressed.  Wipe off some of  the
cum  if  you can - aw shit!  We need a towel to get all this!   I  must
have cum a bucketful!"
  Laughing, the two dressed their sticky bodies in their sandy  clothes
and piled in the car, Barbara driving.
  "Where to?"
  "Just go out the way we came in and turn left.  He lives about a mile
down," Skip said.  He leaned back in the seat, letting the wind  ruffle
his  long hair.  He gazed appreciatively at his mistress.   She  looked
even more beautiful with her red hair tangled and full of sand and  her
cheeks  flushed  with sun and loving that she had  before.   He  leaned
back,  admiring the pretty picture she made as she laughed  happily  at
him.
  "I don't even remember how we got here," she giggled.  "I was so  hot
for you I couldn't see straight!"  She looked at him fondly, her  heart
full of satisfaction and her mind filled with plans.

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