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Chapter One - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
He had curly blond hair, he was about ninteen years old, and the look in
his eyes told Barbara that the young man had other thoughts in his minds
than the eggs Benedict he was eating. Look how his tongue curls around the
bacon, the woman thought. Like it could curl around my ...
He stared at her.Then he smiled.A shy, young smile. What was she thinking
of, anyway. How silly! Here she was a mature woman watching a teenage young
man eat his breakfast, getting damp between her legs as she did, not knowing
why, narrowing her eyes in a lust-filled response to his lewd smile. She
hoped Annette didn't notice. She directed her attention toward her partner,
Annette. Her partner. How foolish that sounded. Oh well.
No, Annette hadn't noticed. Good.
Barbara leaned away from her cheese omelet and glared at the thick slices
of French toast buried beneath a mountain of fresh strawberries and whipped
cream on Annette's breakfast plate. "That's disgusting, Annette, how can you
eat like that? she said. "Here, I'll help you." And she scooped up a bite,
glancing back at the young man at the other table as she rather obviously
rolled it around on her tongue, lips slightly parted. The two women had just
finished an eleven-day, 638-mile bicycle tour down state. In past years they
had peddled thousands of miles together, 150 miles in one stint, 500 in
another.They were already planning a bike tour across Europe that might very
well get them into the Guinness Book of Records. They had both often agreed
that it was their mutual "visions of hotcakes" that made them dedicated
cyclists. The two women never allowed themselves breakfast until they had
gone 20 or 25 miles. They had long before agreed, "We'll have to be starving
first, and then we will both agree that it was the best breakfast we ever
ate." And every night they would have the best shower they ever had.But that
seemed to be it. No great sex, just a great shower.
The two women had been biking together for years. They had met four years
before when a mutual friend, a real estate agent, introduced them, saying
that, "Annette will be great for you! She will help you decorate your home."
Annette had, and now the two houses looked exactly alike. Their first long
ride together had taken them some twelve miles, to meet their husbands for
dinner at the beach. As they approached the restaurant Annette had called
out,"That's twelve. Thirteen is a luckier number!" So the two women circled
a car wash, next to the restaurant, about fifteen times to make up the mile
difference. The difference between them, Barbara had finally decided, was
that Annette was a record-breaker idiot. There was something else about
cycling that Barbara loved, screw the records, the distance and all that.
She loved the wind in her hair, her face, the coolness of it. And her legs
pumping, sometimes aching ... and she associated that thought, strangely
enough, with sex. The moment of exhaustion was not unlike the moment of
orgasm.
But then how would Barbara know? She was in her mid-thirties, and except
for a little side-trip of sexual adventure,had never experienced true sexual
fullfillment. And that had been a mind-bending experience. Of course it had
been with the young man who had stared over his eggs Benedict at her during
breakfast that morning at the little roadside motel. A soul-filled look in
his eyes, that was what it had been that turned her on so. She had had a
husband and many other men in her life - so why was this youth's look so
different, so exciting? Perhaps it was a case of Monday Morning Quarter-
backing - he had satisfied her. Oh, did he ever satisfy her!
She had become sick to death of Annette's bribes of"Tell you what,Barbara,
a big luscious hot fudge sundae if we push on for another three miles, what
say?" Annette was obsessed. Annette was a nut.
There had been the feedback from friends - "You two will kill yourselves."
Actually, there had been few mishaps. The two women had prepared thoroughly
for their long-distance runs, and both had worked themselves into demons for
conditioning.Barbara,in her first burst of enthusiasm after meeting Annette,
had taken a semester-long course on bicycling at a local Junior college, and
the whole thrust of it had been safety.Safety was something Barbara was sick
to death of. The young man's eyes-ahh, there was danger, a much spicier dish
than safety. Annette had insisted they have their bikes checked out before
each and every trip,and then they would train,leaving home before 5:45 a.m.,
getting in 12 or 20 miles of vigorous cycling.Always, though, they were back
before 7:45 in time for Annette to cook breakfast for her husband. Barbara
had become jealous of that. She had no one except her son Jerry to even
think about breakfast for. And her son Jerry, at this point in his life,
anyway, needed a bicycling mother like he needed a hole in the head.
But the conditioning had paid off. She was slim,tight of body,didn't pant,
even when cycling up a continuous twenty-five mile hill. Maybe it had all
put her in condition for the very young man who was to be her first
satisfying lover.In his arms, she was to forget the challenges of roads that
had no shoulders, logging trucks and sawdust trucks whizzing by, hills to
pump up. But, in young Jim's arms, Barbara, a bit late in life, realized the
wonderful exhileration of another kind of uphill pumping, her mind screaming
to itself, "Look what your body is doing now!" "Hi!" he had said to her as
she sat outside her motel room door. She and Annette always had their own
room, no matter where they were cycling to or from. It had been Annette's
husband's idea. "If you do break any mileage records, people will get to
talking, and the next thing you know you'll have reputations as being
lesbians. I don't mind the bike rides off into nowhere, but I don't think I
can hack the lesbian talk bit," he had declared. Both women agreed
immediately, for that was not their game.
Barbara now lifted her sun glasses and looked into the young man's
handsome face. She said nothing, but did manage a smile. You and your
girlfriend are bike freaks too, eh?" he said.
"Freaks? I don't like to think of it exactly that way," Barbara replied,
crossing her legs, a subconscious protective measure - against her own
compulsions, not against the young man who had approached her.
"Sorry. No offense. I call myself a bike freak. I biked up here all the
way from State College. There are bike freaks and there are bike freaks,
see?" He pulled up a deck chair next to her. His body was tight, compact,
tanned. "I live on a particular street down at college. "It's off campus,
actually, and I have a basement apartment. Anyway, this street is known for
bachelor parties, and out on the street and on the balconies, anywhere. Sort
of like New Orleans. And the girls that live there in the dorms... freshmen,
mostly .. they ride their bikes by this street every morning, see. It's like
a beauty parade. They know that only studs that are seniors and have some
bread can afford apartments on the street. Not that the apartments are so
great - mine was flooded knee deep last year during the rains - but then I
got a basement two-roomer, the rent's cool. Anyway, these freshies ride by,
and whoever doesn't have a hangover from a bash the night before watches.
Good watching, too. They purposely wear these little bikinis and no bras
under their T-shirts, so their boobs bounce and all."
Barbara smiled, and reddened a bit. He's so young, she thought, so fresh,
so ready to attack life. I wish I was like that. I was once.
He grinned, and his teeth were very young and white and square. "So there
they go, pedaling along, dozens of them, up and down the street. Their boobs
bounce, and sometimes when I look up from my basement window I can almost
see the balconies above bouncing in the same cadence. Lots of horny dudes,
see. Anyway, like I was saying, there's bikers and then there's bikers.Those
girls are not bikers. You and your friend,you're bikers. I could tell. Bikes
oiled, everything in balance." He looked down at her breasts. "And nothing
bouncing." He wore nothing but blue satin bathing trunks, and her eyes fell
on the thick bulge, the almost invisible throb at the skimpy center. She
looked back up into his eyes. And she knew. They both knew ...
Later, in her motel room that night, while Annette obtained her necessary
"health sleep, eight hours, no less!", the young man named Jim stared again
into Barbara's eyes. Running his middle finger over the crispy curling
strands of her pubic hair, he hissed down at her his teeth bared in an
animalistic mask of lust. "Don't worry," he told her. "I'm going to give you
the fucking of your life!"
"Oooooooooh!" moaned Barbara. "Yeeeeeees!"
His obscene words triggered still more excitement in her wildly
impassioned body, and she groaned louder, "Do it to me ... fuck me as hard
as you can!" Her small ringed hand tightened about the shaft of his pulsing
penis as she spoke, and her naked white ass-cheeks began to rotate in wanton
little circles on the mattress as she felt his prodding finger swirling
around and around the sensitive little bud of her clitoris. "Aaaaaaah," she
cried. Her new lover's penis lurched violently and he new he could not wait
any longer. Suddenly inspired by her lewd gyrations and wanton pleadings, he
decided what his plan of attack would be with the woman. He wanted to shove
his bursting cock up inside her tight little belly, and he wanted the
salacious view of her jouncing breasts and her lust-contorted face as he did
so. There was only one way to do it.
"Get on top of me!" he commanded, and before Barbara had a chance to
protest or to consent, she felt herself being pulled up over his passion-
fevered loins. Her husband had never made love to her this way, and she was
not quite sure of what to do.She stared down with wide wondering eyes,afraid
he was going to do something else that would only satisfy his own needs
instead of giving her the fucking she needed. Her breath came in quick
labored gasps, and she only wished he would put his penis inside her aching
pussy quick! It felt as though her cunt were on fire, and the spirit of
licentious liberation from all inhibitions drove her to heights of wanton
desire which she had never before known.
"Like this, baby," explained the youth whose fingers were clasping the
satin-smooth cheeks of her resilient buttocks and positioning her temptingly
small cuntal mouth directly above his throbbing hardness.A lewd little smile
lighted his face as he noted the half-fearful,half-lustful gleam in her eyes
as she stared greedily down at the size of his penis. "Is it big enough?" he
asked lecherously, his eyes gleaming. "This what your hot cunt is needing?"
Barbara could hardly answer. The sight of his rigid pulsing flesh rising
straight up from his hairy loins to her unprotected pussy made the lustful
woman almost faint with desire. But it's so big, she thought in terror. It
will surely tear me apart. Suddenly her lust was forgotten in a flood of
terror. "No!" she gasped. "Stop! Let go of me!" Forgotten now, in the moment
of truth, were all the other massive penises that she had thought too big
for her. But there was no stopping now.The panting youth was quite sure that
she'd like his big thick cock well enough once it was firmly ensconced
within her trembling cunt.
"Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt," he ordered, too impatient
to pay attention to the cock-teasing woman's objections.
"No!" she wailed. "I can't! I'm afraid! I won't!" Oh God in heaven!
thought Barbara,he is surely going to tear me to pieces.But she was helpless
against his every wish. Her body ceased to struggle and strain, and much to
her astonishment the needles of desire and thrills of excitement began again
prurient flames of eroticism flooding through her loins.
"Now you put my cock in your pussy and hurry up about it," commanded the
boy who lay below her, still leering.
Oh God. How did I ever get in a position like this? But she obediently
reached out her hand and guided his lust-distended hardness toward the small
quivering mouth of her vagina. As she somewhat gingerly parted her soaked
vaginal lips to guide the blunt-nosed shaft up into the depths of her belly,
her earlier passion began to return.
Unable to wait another second,the lusting youth with the big penis flicked
his muscular hips upward and plunged his aching hardness deep into her open
cunt without thinking whether he was hurting her or not.
Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through her impaled body. The boy's
massive thickness was thrust inside her.His mammoth hardness throbbed within
the suffering walls of her stretched cunt. Then before she realized what she
was doing, she began to undulate her own firm-fleshed ass-cheeks around the
obscenely impaling rod of hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing
until she was floating in between hurt and happiness, between pain and
pleasure, far away from reality. Something was so erotic, so forbidden about
being fucked half to death by a stranger, far away from her son, far away
from home. A powerful wave of pleasure rippled through her over-stimulated
body. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "Yes, fuck me like that."
Eager to oblige the lust-ridden woman the youth began to fuck his
pulsating thickness hard up into her heated vagina with smooth straight
strokes that sank all the way to her spongy cervix. At the same time, he
teased his thumb wildly at the sensitive bud of her throbbing clitoris.
Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from Barbara's lushly parted lips, and her
ripe body squirmed in orgiastic ecstasy. She felt his hand attack her
vulnerable anus with savage insistence, as the outstretched finger wormed
its way up into her clenching rectum, to move back and forth in time to the
wild fucking strokes of the youth beneath her. She felt herself floating
higher and higher, far removed from space and time. Then, suddenly, the long
desired climax hit her like a jackhammer. Unexpectedly it came over her
aroused flesh and she howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of
incredible pleasure stormed through her overloaded nervous system. And at
precisely the same moment, the plunging penis that brought her to such
heights, came also, expanding to spurt its hot load of semen deep into her
convulsing body.
Maddened by the pungent aroma of sexual release, Barbara fucked harder and
wilder down upon his stiff exploding penis. Orgiastic liquid poured from her
own convulsing body and overflowed upon the bed below them. She swallowed in
the delights of orgasm and the slippery warm cum.
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