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Archive-name: Family/barbara2.txt
Archive-author: A. Green
Archive-title: Freewheeling Barbara - 2
Also-title: Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys - Chapter Two

Keywords: also 3plus, First


  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
co-eds - 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 man, 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 man 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 man approached, feeling a stab of excitement
despite her fear.  "I'll scream if you don't leave," she promised.  The
man  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 man 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
man  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 man glanced at her face momentarily  and  smiled,
then  plunged his finger into her pants.  She groaned,  her  resistance
weakening  as the man'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 man 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  man  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  cunt-lips,  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 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 man  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  cock-
head  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 cunt-lips, 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 man'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 fulfillment.  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 man 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  man  to  her, not push him away!  She sighed  langorously  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 man  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.  She  purred  like  a  kitten
sunning itself.

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