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Archive-name: Family/barbara7.txt
Archive-author: A. Green
Archive-title: Freewheeling Barbara - 7
Also-title: Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys - Chapter Seven

Keywords: also 3plus, First


  Barbara  wearily pulled her car into the driveway.  She  had  dropped
Skip  back at the store and came straight home, promising to  meet  him
the  next day.  She wondered what his boss had thought when he came  in
after four hours, disheveled, reeking of sex and pot.
  "Oh  well,  he's  a  fast talker.  He'll get  out  it,"  she  assured
herself,  parking  the car and walking into the house.  She  hoped  she
could  get upstairs and clean up before her son or his friend saw  her,
but one of the boys was coming downstairs as she opened the front door.
He stopped dead and stared at her.
  "Hi.   It  is  Steve, isn't it?" Barbara said lamely,  aware  of  her
messed  up hair and sweat stained bikini.  She was carrying  her  green
dress on one arm and she held it in front of her, covering some of  the
ravages.  "Where's Jerry?"
  "Uh,  he  went to the store, Mrs. Anderson," the  young  man  replied
nervously.   "I'm  expecting a call from my mom, so I stayed  here.  He
said to tell you he'd be back in an hour or so."
  "Well,  that's fine dear.  Just make yourself at home.  I'm going  to
freshen  up  a bit.  I've been at the beach all  day,"  she  explained,
feeling a need to justify her appearance to the man who was staring  at
her.   She  flushed,  feeling  his eyes go over  her,  resting  on  her
partially covered breasts and sliding away in embarrassment.
  "Sure,  nice to meetcha," he said hurriedly.  They were face to  face
at  the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways to let her  go  by,
flattening against the wall.
  Barbara  smiled at him in a dignified fashion and passed by him.  Her
chest brushed his, and he blushed beet red at the contact.
  "Ah,  uh,  I'll  just go outside and take a  swim,"  he  gasped,  not
looking  at  her  as  he sidled by.  Barbara  stood  stock  still,  not
believing  the  flash of lust that swept her body at  the  involuntary-
contact.   My  God, she thought severely.  Don't you ever  get  enough?
Screwing all afternoon and still wanting more?  She chastised  herself:
You're nothing but a perverted old woman ... God, this man is as  young
as  your  son!  And you promised not to have anything to do  with  him!
She  took a deep breath and walked upstairs, not looking back.  If  she
had, she would have seen her son's friend still standing at the foot of
the stairs, his eyes glued to the sway of her buttocks.
  Holy  cow!  he thought.  Jerry didn't tell me his  mom   looked  like
that!   He followed her with his eyes.  He was still a virgin,  but  he
had two older brothers who had told him all about their conquests,  and
he  could  hardly wait to begin.  I wonder -naw - she's a  grown  lady.
And  Jerry's mom!  But she sure is beautiful.  He heard the  door  slam
upstairs and turned away sighing, knowing he wouldn't see any more  for
a  while.  He went out to the pool, trying to put the sight out of  his
mind, trying to forget the sexy sway of those barely covered  buttocks.
His penis was stirring in his trunks, and he sighed loudly, wishing  he
were  older  and could get into those white pants.  I wouldn't  have  a
chance  he told himself.  She wouldn't even think about a kid like  me.
He dove into the pool, reviewing the luscious curves in his mind.
  Barbara  was  taking a shower, letting the hot water  wash  away  all
traces of sand and semen.  She moaned voluptuously as the water kneaded
her  tired  muscles and soothed away the red marks left  by  Buddy  and
Skip's  fingers,  restoring her flesh to its normal  pink  sheen.   She
soaped  her breasts admiringly, noting how her resilient flesh  bounded
back  into  shape.  She had thought she would be  squashed  flat!   She
laughed  gaily, going over every detail of the afternoon in  her  mind.
At  last  she emerged from the steaming shower, her body  glowing  with
remembered lust and present satiation.
  "That should do it," she crowed silently, wrapping herself in a  huge
towel.   "I shouldn't want any sex for a while!"  She had  conveniently
forgotten  her reaction to Steve's involuntary touch. She threw a  robe
around  herself  and padded downstairs to the kitchen,  taking  a  cold
drink  from the refrigerator and sipping it thirstily.  She was  hungry
too, she decided, and made herself a sandwich.
  She  munched  thoughtfully, looking out the window to the  pool.  She
could see Jerry's little friend vigorously swimming back and forth, and
she smiled to herself at his innocent fun.  Her smile changed to a gasp
as the boy climbed from the pool.  He was stark naked, having discarded
his  trunks, and his pecker stood straight up like a sword rising  from
the  base of his belly.  She clutched the window sill with both  hands,
feeling a tide of warmth envelop her stomach at the sight of his penis.
  "Oh no," she whispered to herself.  "Not again ... not now!" But  her
body  continued  to burn inflamed by the sight of an erect  dick.   She
pressed her legs together, trying to stop the tormenting itch, but knew
it  was  no use.  Once she was in the grip of lust she  was  no  longer
responsible  for her actions.  As if in a dream, she watched him as  he
lay  back  on the patio, his dick standing up.  He surrounded  it  with
both hands and began to jerk it slowly.
  "How can he?  Right here in my house!  How does he know I won't  come
downstairs?" she asked herself wildly, her lips parting as if to  drink
in the sexy scene.  Her hand slipped under her robe and she stroked the
moist  cunt, sliding her finger into her groove and tickling her  clit.
"No, this is wrong.  He's young ... he's too innocent to know what he's
doing," she told herself, already walking outside, the ache in her twat
drawing  her to him like a magnet.  She stood above him, staring  down,
her lips pursed in an O.  He didn't see her.  He was intent on what  he
was  doing, rubbing his prick between his fingers, a half smile on  his
tender lips.
  "Ah," Barbara breathed involuntarily.  Steve heard her and looked up,
consternation crossing his features.
  "Mrs. Anderson!" he cried, covering himself with his hands.
  "No, don't stop," the sex-crazed woman breathed.
  He  noticed that her robe hung open and she was stark  naked  beneath
it, her big tits swelling free.  His eyes traveled down her body and he
saw  her red thatch of hair, with one of her fingers buried in it!   He
gulped noisily, wondering what to do now.  He had never in his  wildest
dreams  imagined  a beautiful woman standing over him while  he  jerked
off, her hand sunk in her own snatch.
  "Gosh,"  he breathed, staring at her. "Wow!" his gaze was  locked  on
her  reddish  pussy.  As he watched, she spread her legs  slightly  and
opened the lips of her cunt, revealing the juicy interior.
  "Have you ...have you ever seen a cunt before, Steve?" Barbara asked,
her  voice  hoarse.   She  felt an electric  thrill  of  excitement  at
exposing herself to the boy, watching his eyes glaze with desire.
  "No ... no, ma'am, just in pictures," the boy stuttered.  "Can I ..."
he  stopped.  She's probably just teasing me, he thought. And if  I  do
anything she'll kick me out.  He was confused.  He had never heard of a
woman doing things like this one was doing.
  Barbara  knelt beside him, her tits dangling in his face. "These  are
my  titties,  Steve," she murmured to him, cupping them  in  one  hand.
"Would you like to feel them?  They're soft and nice.  You'll like  the
way they feel," she urged.
  "Yes.   Yes  I  would," Steve said boldly, burning  his  bridges.  He
wanted to feel her up.  He didn't care what happened to him afterwards.
He  wasn't going to miss this opportunity to touch a real  live  woman.
He  stretched  out one hand and ran it over the curved surface  of  the
offered breast.
  "Squeeze  the  nipples, dear.  Tweak them in your  fingers,"  Barbara
whispered  to the boy.  He complied, and she groaned at the  fire  that
ran  through her veins.  "Suck them, honey, kiss my tits.  You'll  like
that, baby ... sucking my tits."  She moaned as his lips clamped on her
turgid  nipple  and  drew it into his hot  mouth.   He  sucked  wildly,
bobbing  his head back and forth between her breasts, laving  the  tits
with his raspy tongue. Barbara shivered and lay back, no longer  caring
if  it  were  wrong or not.  It's my duty, she  thought  in  confusion.
Teach him about sex - no one will know - I'll make sure he doesn't tell
Jerry. Oh, God.  I'm evil and perverted but I have to have it.  I  want
him to stick his finger up me and bring me off.  I want his dick in me.
  "Steve,  look  at my cunt, Steve," she commanded.   The  boy  stopped
sucking  her nipples and they stood straight up, cooled by the  sucking
they had had but craving more.  She held her fleshy twat open with  her
hands and directed his gaze to the pit of pleasure.  "That's my  pussy,
dear  ... Why don't you stick your finger in it and see how  it  feels.
You'll  like  it.   All boys do."   She squirmed on  the  patio  floor,
raising her hips so Steve could see her fully.
  "Golly  -  it's all wet!" Steve said.  He was  kneeling  forward  and
peering  up  into  her  twat  with  the  greatest  concentration.   His
forefinger  stroked  along  the  fat lips  and  diddled  in  the  outer
chambers.
  "That  means  I want you - it means my cunt wants to be  filled  up,"
Barbara  wheezed.  She didn't know if she were explaining it  right  or
not.   Her body was on fire and she had to have something in her  twat.
"Put  your  finger in!" she snapped suddenly.  "Don't be  afraid  -  it
won't bite!  Shove your finger into my cunt, Steve!"  He hesitated  and
she grasped his wrist and pushed his finger into her, sighing.  "There!
Now pull it in and out, twist it around in there!"
  Steve  felt  the squishy flesh engulf his finger.  It  seemed  to  be
sucking  at it!  With more enthusiasm he pumped his finger in and  out,
watching  it  disappear  into the pink hole.  "That's where  I  put  my
thing, isn't it, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked innocently. "In there?"
  "Yes,  darling ... your cock.  That's where you put your cock -in  my
cunt,"  Barbara  muttered,  her hips twisting under  his  finger.   The
thought  that she was corrupting him had ceased to bother her.  Now  it
turned  her on!  She thought of herself as a fat spider,  luring  young
men into the web of her twat, and the perverted thought made her  groan
with lust.  "Go on, Stevie, put it in.  Put your cock in my cunt!   And
then you can fuck me, darling."
  Steve knelt between her thighs uncertainly.  He knew what to do.  His
brothers had told him, and the guys at school had laughed about it, and
he  had  seen pictures.  But actually doing it was far  different!   He
held  his pecker in his hand and pointed it at the gaping wet mouth  of
her  pussy.  "I - would you help me? I'm not sure ... I've  never  done
this before," he said miserably.
  "Oh,  darling  ... here, I'll help you," Barbara said.   She  reached
out,  guiding  his dick to her steamy hole.  "Just put  it  where  your
finger  was and move it back and forth like you did your  finger,"  she
crooned,  incredibly  turned on by the thought of taking on  a  virgin.
She  held herself in check, not wanting to scare him with  a  thrashing
display  of lust.  Let him get in first, she told herself, opening  her
hole for him with one hand and guided his turgid pecker with the other.
  "Aaaaaaggghhh," Steve groaned as the head of his pecker slipped  into
her  cunt.  It was incredible, feeling her hot cunt-lips  grasping  his
pecker, drawing him into her hole.  With a grunt he thrust forward, his
hips taking the sexual motion as second nature.  He sliced into her hot
cunt, cleaving her passageway until he felt his balls smash against her
ass, then drew it out again and pushed it forward.  In and out.  In and
out.
  "I'm  fucking!" he yelled.  "I'm doing it!  I'm fucking  your  cunt!"
He  could  feel  his  cum trying to flood the tube  of  his  penis  and
resolutely restrained himself.  He knew that girls didn't want a guy to
cum  immediately.   They wanted to ride the dick for a while.   And  he
wanted  to keep Mrs. Anderson happy. This was a thousand  times  better
than  jacking off, and he wanted to do again - and again!  And he  knew
he couldn't make her mad by cumming too soon, or she might not want  to
do it anymore!
  "That's  it!" Barbara called encouragingly.  She allowed her hips  to
go with his motion, adding a twist or two along the way. She figured he
was probably having trouble controlling himself, and she wanted to help
him out as much as she could.  She bucked her hips up to his and rolled
with him, feeling his pecker zip in and out of her hole.  It felt small
compared to Skip's and Buddy's, but she rode it for all she was  worth.
And  the mental stimulation was terrific - she was almost cumming  just
from  the perversity of seducing such a young man.  "Fuck  me,  Steve!"
she called.  "Give it to me hard!"
  Steve grunted with the effort not to cum.  His hands were clamped  on
her tits, using them as handles, and he flailed back and forth  between
her hot thighs.  He could feel her cunt clasping and unclasping  around
his  pecker,  and suddenly it grabbed him really  hard,  squeezing  him
unmercifully.   He  felt his cum rising and knew there was  nothing  he
could do about it.
  "I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into her cunt.  He felt her  start
to shake under him and wondered if she were having a fit, but his  mind
was  blocked by the roar of orgasm.  His tight little balls lifted  and
blew,  shooting his thick young semen into her spasming hole.  He  felt
like it was gushing out of his guts.  He couldn't remember cumming like
this  when  he jacked off!  "Oh ... what's happening?  It  won't  stop,
Ohhhh!"  Steve  fell against her, his hips still pumping weakly  as  he
shot wad after wad into her.
  Barbara  was still shaking from her first orgasm.  She knew  that  if
Steve  had been more experienced he could have brought her off  several
more  times,  but she wouldn't trade this tide of virgin  cum  for  the
world!  She shivered as she felt the endless flood splattering into her
cunt,  clinging to the slick walls like hot grease, filling her to  the
brim.   She  put  her arms around him as he  collapsed  on  her  chest,
smoothing his hair, running her hands lasciviously over his slim  young
hips.   Mine ... she thought lewdly.  I have his first cum in a  woman.
It's  in me now, I can feel it sloshing in my cunt.  She  squeezed  her
cunt  together, trying to hold his penis in, but it slipped out with  a
plop, trailing a stream of semen.
  "Oh,  Mrs.  Anderson!  Wow - it was great!" Steve  mumbled  into  her
neck.   He was drained but happy!  He hadn't noticed the  looseness  of
her cunt.  It was his first, and he thought he had had the best fuck in
the world.  How it could be any better he couldn't imagine.
  Barbara  lay  back.  Her cunt was still burning.  She  needed  a  lot
more.   But she didn't want to force him.  She wanted him to  rest  and
think  about his first fuck for a minute before she tried  again.   She
slid  out from under him and headed for the pool.  As she slipped  into
the  cool water, some measure of sanity returned.  She looked  back  at
the man and noticed how young he was, and it horrified her now  instead
of exciting her.
  "God!   What  have I done!?" she murmured, diving  under  the  water.
"He'll  tell  Jerry.  Oh, Lord,  I've got to put a stop to  this  right
now!"   The  cool water entered cunt, washing out the thick  sperm  and
refreshing  her hot insides, diminishing her desires.  She could  still
feel her lust coiled in the pit of her stomach, ready to spring, but it
was  quiet  now, and she intended to take advantage of the  fact.   She
swam to the side of the pool and got out quickly, skirting the boy.  He
looked at her sleepily.
  "I'll  see you later, darling," she murmured.  "Now don't tell  Jerry
or anybody.  I've got some things to do.  You guys go out for supper or
something.  I'll leave you some money.  It was really wonderful ... but
don't tell anybody!"  She looked at him fiercely, trying to impress the
importance of this on his mind.
  "Oh,  I  won't,  not even Jerry!  I guess you wouldn't  want  him  to
know!" Steve laughed a little.  "But you will let me play with you some
more, fuck you again, won't you?  I'm going home tomorrow."  He  looked
at her wistfully as Barbara's heart leapt in relief.  If she could just
make  it  till  tomorrow.  "Jerry wants to go over to my  place  for  a
couple of days."
  "I thought you didn't have any place to go for break," Barbara  said,
confused.  Surely Jerry had said ...
  "Oh no.  I was going home, but Jerry wanted me to come visit, and now
he  wants  to go to my house," Steve said glibly,  frowning  a  little.
"Maybe I can change his mind.  I'd sure rather stay here!"  He  grinned
at her confidingly, reaching up to touch her.
  Barbara  moved back quickly.  "No, you better go home.   Your  mother
probably  wants to see you." she babbled, wondering why Jerry had  lied
to her about Steve's situation.  "I'll see you before you leave - maybe
we'll have a chance.  I don't really know," she said quickly,  striding
off without looking back.  She didn't want to see the boy's expression.
She might relent, and that would be fatal!
  It  was  late  that night.  Barbara had dressed and gone  out  -  and
stayed  out, sitting at one bar after another, not wanting to go  home.
Several men tried to pick her up, but she was repelled by their leering
faces  and sagging bodies and waved them away in disgust.  Finally  she
couldn't stand it anymore, and returned home.
  "They'll  be asleep by now," she told herself as she let  herself  in
quietly and mounted the stairs.  "I'll get up early in the morning  and
stay away until I'm sure they're gone.  If I can just have some time to
myself, I know I'll solve this before Jerry comes home gain.  I'll  get
married, see a psychiatrist -something.  But I can't think if I have to
see them.  I want them too much!  Oh God - I'm abnormal ... nobody else
feels like this. I've never heard of any mother lusting after her  son,
except  in books.  And this is real ... too real."  She went  into  her
room and shut the door quietly, noticing that there was no light  under
Jerry's  door.  She breathed a sigh of relief and began  unhooking  her
dress,  stripping to bra and garter belt in the dark.  She had  worn  a
bra  for protection.  She didn't usually use one, but tonight  she  had
donned all her armor.  She had on bra, slip, hose and garter belt.  She
didn't turn on the light, knowing that she might inadvertently see  her
body  and  be  aroused.  She had come to terms  with  her  overwhelming
sexuality,  and  her  only thoughts were to keep it at  bay.   She  was
turning  down  her  bed and and preparing to don a robe to  go  to  the
bathroom when she heard the doorknob turn.  Her heart stopped.  A  dark
figure slipped into the room and stood facing her.
  "Mrs.  Anderson.   It's me Steve," a small voice whispered.   "I  was
afraid you weren't gonna come home - and I wouldn't see ya again,  like
you promised."  There was a hint of petulance in the boy's tone.
  "Steve - ssshhh!" Barbara whispered frantically.  "Jerry."
  "Dead  to the world," Steve said complacently.  He walked up to  her,
his eyes adjusting to the dark, and ran his hands over her hips boldly.
"What  have  you  got on?" he asked curiously, his  hands  finding  the
straps  of the garter belt and playing with them, then  dipping  lower.
Barbara gasped as his fingers brushed her pubic bush.
  "No!  No, go away," she muttered, wrenching free.  "You mustn't!"
  "Why  not?  We did this afternoon," Steve said reasonably. "I've  got
some things I want to try.  I was looking at some pictures."
  Barbara  groaned inwardly at the remembrance of the filthy  pictures.
"Steve,  I was carried away," she said earnestly.  "You have to  forget
about this afternoon.  Believe me, it's best. You're too young for  me.
It's all wrong."
  "You  didn't think so before," Steve persisted.  He sounded  like  he
was about to cry, and Barbara's heart melted.
  "No, no, Steve.  I enjoyed it, really."
  "Then  why can't we do it some more?" Steve burst out.  "You said  we
would.  I stayed up waiting for you!  You've just gotta help me ...  my
cock's  hard and it hurts, Mrs. Anderson, really, it does.   It's  been
hard  all night and I've gotta -" Steve babbled incoherently, his  head
buried  in Barbara's stomach.  His hot breath fanned against her  skin,
and her nerves crawled.  She didn't know what to do, she was determined
not  to  have sex with the boy again, but he was so  unhappy.   If  she
turned  him down he'd think it was because of the size of his cock  and
he  might be scarred for life!  Besides, her insides were melting  with
longing to touch him just one more time.
  "All right, ssshhh.  We have to be very quiet.  But this is the  last
time, you hear me?  And you must never tell a living soul!"
  Steve nodded happily and followed her to the bed.  He was willing  to
agree  to  anything  to get into her pussy again.  She  turned  on  the
bedside  lamp  and  stretched langorously in the  dim  glow,  her  body
showing in sharp relief.
  "Wow,"  he breathed, looking at her.  He had forgotten how  beautiful
she  was.  Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra,  forcing  them
upward in rich curves, spilling from the top of the cups, and her  hips
were encircled by a black lace garter belt, black silk stockings on her
sleek legs.  He could see her red bush peeping out of the front of  the
garter  belt,  with  a suggestion of the inner  lips  peeking  through.
"Would  you - take off your bra, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked.  "But  leave
that  other thing on?  I like it."  He was dressed only in a  bathrobe,
and he let that fall to the floor and stood before her nude, his  eager
young  prick  jutting from his stomach.  She smiled at him  and  slowly
unhooked  her bra, letting it free her big breasts.  She dropped it  on
the bed and cupped her hands under her tits, rubbing them thoughtfully.
  "What  is it you wanted to try, dear?" she asked, spreading her  legs
lewdly so that he could see her cunt.  "Would you like to put it in  my
mouth and have me suck it for you?"
  Steve nodded dumbly.  He was mesmerized by the wet place between  her
legs, his hands drawn to it like a magnet.  He thrust his hand  between
her legs and stuck his finger up her, whirling it around in the  sticky
softness.  "Sit on the bed," he muttered hoarsely.  "And I'll put it in
your mouth."
  Barbara  complied,  sitting on the edge of the bed  and  licking  her
lips, looking at his cock avidly.  "If you like," she whispered.   "You
can kiss me down there, too.  Men really love to do that, kiss a girl's
cunt  while she sucks their cock!  Why don't you try it?" She  squirmed
in  anticipation, wondering if she could get him to eat her.  She  knew
there  was  often an initial resentment to the act.   Her  husband  had
never  lapped  her cunt! "If you do, I'll do anything  you  want,"  she
promised.  "I love it when a man sucks my cunt ... please do it!"
  Steve looked at her doubtfully.  He didn't particularly want to stick
his face there - but, if it'd keep her happy, and get her mouth on  his
cock  ... He stretched out beside her, his face next to her  twat,  his
hips  by  her  head, and carefully opened her cunt  with  his  fingers,
looking into the depths.  Now that he was here, he grew excited at  the
notion  of sucking her.  She looked so beautiful down there, the  black
garter belt against the white of her thighs and the auburn bush of  her
pubic  hair.   He gazed into the depths of her cunt, looking  into  the
pink-lined hole.
  "Kiss it, darling!" Barbara cried, squirming her hips.  She felt that
if he didn't do something soon she'd go crazy.
  Steve  looked  at the fat lips close up; it looked like a  mouth!  He
pursed his lips and advanced his mouth to her cunt.  She could feel his
hot  breath  on her wet twat ... closer, closer, his tongue  stuck  out
like a snake and darted into her hot box. Barbara moaned.  The  feeling
was  fantastic!   The tentative touch of the boy's  tongue  was  really
turning  her  on.   He stuck it in there, sliding it up  and  down  the
groove, opening her cunt with his fingers.
  "That's  it!   Oooo!  Lick my hole!  Stick your tongue  in  my  slit!
Yes!   Yes!   Oh God, I'm going insane.  Lick it in  and  out,  honey!"
Barbara moaned, trembling under the boy's tongue.  He was getting  into
it  now,  plunging his tongue into her depths like  a  miniature  cock,
tongue-fucking  her  furiously.   "Now suck!  Suck  it  all  into  your
mouth!" Barbara instructed, looking down past her breasts, watching the
boy's  dark head dip into her twat.  He covered her entire snatch  with
his  mouth  and drew it in with a loud gurgling noise.   His  wandering
tongue  inadvertently  hit her clit and her body shook.   Steve  was  a
quick learner.  He returned to the nub of flesh that had produced  such
a reaction and clamped his mouth on it, tickling it with his tongue.
  "Oh  God!"  Barbara  screamed,  muffling her  voice  in  the  pillow.
Incredible  flashes of feeling shot through her as the boy  sucked  her
clit.   Then she felt him raise his head.  "Don't stop!" she hissed  in
panic.  "Please ... that's great, do it some more and I'll cum in  your
mouth!"
  Steve  rubbed her clit with his fingers and said calmly,  "Would  you
take  my cock in your mouth now, Mrs. Anderson?  I'll suck you good  if
you will."  As if to demonstrate, he lowered his head again and  rasped
his tongue over the tender nub of flesh.
  "Oh, oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot," Barbara bubbled, reaching for  his
small  pecker.  As her hand enfolded it lovingly, she wondered how  she
could  have possibly forgotten it.  It was so smooth, so excited,  with
the  veins pulsing with excitement.  She formed her lips into an O  and
slipped them over the head, sucking gently on the mushroom cap, licking
the  exposed nerves under the edge of the cap.  Slowly, she sucked  the
whole  shaft  into  her mouth, right down to the balls.   As  her  nose
buried  itself  in his pubic hair, she sniffled  deeply,  inhaling  the
musky  odor of sex, and gently cupped his balls in her  hand.   Pulling
him  atop her, she positioned her lips so he could fuck down  into  her
mouth,  using it like a cunt.  She felt his pecker hit the back of  her
throat, tickling her palate, and she loosened her throat muscles to let
him enter.
  Steve  had kept almost still as his pecker sank into the warm  cavern
of  Barbara's mouth.  It was an entirely new sensation.  He could  feel
her  teeth scraping gently at his flesh as her lips pulled him in.   He
moaned and fucked down into her wet mouth, feeling the softness of  her
throat  give  way  under  his thrust. Her hand  was  under  his  balls,
squeezing gently, probing the sensitive area at the base of his  prick.
And  one finger was curved up the crack of his ass, probing.   He  felt
the  scratch of her fingernail as she found his youthful bum  hole  and
pressed. His flesh resisted, then gave way and her finger shot into his
rear, massaging his prostate.
  "Aaaggghhh!"  he  grunted into her cunt.  The smell  of  her  arousal
filled his nostrils as he dug his face into her snatch. His busy tongue
cleaned  out her canal, slurping up the juice as fast as she  made  it.
He  tasted  the hot salty fluid and loved it. He realized  it  was  her
equivalent  of cum, and he slurped the thick fluid happily.   He  could
feel her whole cunt vibrating against his mouth as she gushed, her twat
grabbed at his tongue and squeezed it like a hand, sending thrill after
thrill through him.  He was really aroused now ... his cock was pumping
in and out of her mouth like a pile driver, flashing between her lips.
  Barbara's  cheeks caved in as she sucked the boy's cock.  She was  in
the  throes  of  orgasm now, her cunt spasming and  gushing,  her  skin
crawling  as her muscles rippled and knotted with cumming.  She  sucked
avidly  at  the dick in her mouth, wriggling her finger in  his  little
asshole, prodding him to cum.  She wanted to taste his youthful semen -
she wanted to feel it gushing down her throat.
  Steve  tensed.   His marble-shaped balls lifted  and  hardened,  then
collapsed,  shooting  a  gush of sperm through his  jerking  cock  into
Barbara's  mouth.  Her finger in his asshole was like a red  hot  wand,
stirring his prostate, massaging the back of his prick, forcing him  to
cum.  He twisted into her face and lay still, screwing his cock in  one
final turn as his cum burst from the head, filling her mouth.  He  felt
like  the top of his head was coming off.  He  swallowed  convulsively,
choking on a mouthful of pussy cum as his dick shot wads of thick white
goo into her mouth. He shuddered convulsively and was still.
  Barbara  cleaned his cock lovingly, licking off the delicious  sperm.
It  seemed to her the sweetest drink she'd ever had, this  man's  thick
semen.   She could feel his mouth still sucking gently at her  dripping
mound,  performing  the  same service for her.   She  raised  her  head
finally, letting his prick slide from her mouth, smiling at him.
  He  looked at her, too, his face glistening with pussy cum.  "Was  it
good,  Mrs.  Anderson?   Did I do it right?"  he  asked,  pleased  with
himself.   He knew the answer from the way her body had responded,  but
he wanted to hear her tell him.
  "Oh, yes, you're a real little cunt lapper," she said.  "Come up here
and kiss me.  I want to taste my cum on your lips!"
  He  shivered  at the dirty sound of the words - it was  perverse,  he
felt, for her to want to taste her own cum, and that made it even  more
exciting.  He scrambled beside her and planted a wet noisy kiss on  her
lips,  imparting  the musky taste of pussy to her.  He  drew  back  and
grinned.
  "I think it tastes great," he confided.  "How does mine taste?"
  Barbara  smiled  at  his  curiosity.   "Like,  like,"  she   stopped,
helpless, unable to describe the taste of semen.  "Anyway, it's good!"
  "Are you ready now?" he asked, eyeing her speculatively.
  "Ready for what?" Barbara asked nervously.
  "Well,  you said you'd do anything I wanted, didn't you?"  he  asked,
smiling at her innocently.
  "Oh yes, darling, what is it you want?" she smiled at him,  wondering
what such an inexperienced man could know about sex.
  "I saw some pictures," he started hesitantly.  "Jerry has them. Well,
there was one that I really liked.  There was this lady, lady, and  she
- well she was sticking this thing up her - you know - up her cunt, and
this  guy  was  doing  it in her rear.   I'd  really  like  that,  Mrs.
Anderson!  Really I would!  I know my cock's small for your cunt.   I'd
really like to try that!"
  Barbara looked at him in consternation, remembering the boys sticking
the  bottle in her this afternoon.  She couldn't understand  this  male
fascination with sticking strange objects up her.  It seemed filthy and
perverted to her.
  "Why  don't you just put it back in my cunt again, honey,"  she  said
soothingly.  "Or maybe in my rear if you want.  I like that, too."
  "No!" he said stubbornly.  "I want to see you put something like a  -
I  dunno  - a cucumber or a bottle or something up there  while  I  get
ready.   If  you don't let me, I'll go tell Jerry!"  He stared  at  her
commandingly,  then  collapsed.  "It'll be okay, really it  will.   The
lady in the picture looked like she really liked it."
  Barbara  sighed, lying back on her bed.  Really, it was  amazing  how
quickly he had learned to manipulate her, she mused.  He knew she'd  do
anything not to have Jerry find out.
  "Okay,  Stevie,  whatever you want.  What do you want  to  use?"  She
looked  at  him narrowly, hoping that he didn't  really  have  anything
ready.  He grinned back and slid off the bed.
  "Wait here," he said.  "I'll be right back."
  "Careful," she hissed.  "Jerry ..." But he was gone.  She rolled over
on her stomach, deeply ashamed about the whole scene, but at a loss  to
know  how  to get out of it now.  To her amazement,  she  was  actually
excited  at  the prospect of being fucked with  something  weird.   She
thought  of  the bottle and shivered, hoping it wouldn't be  that  big.
Steve returned, triumphantly waving a long salami.
  "Got  it!"  he whispered.  "I found this earlier tonight when  I  was
waiting  for you!"  He handed it to her and looked at her  expectantly,
his young eyes shining with lust.  "Well, go on, do yourself with it!"
  Barbara took the salami in her hands and stared at it.  It was fairly
long  and and thick, about the size of a grown man's prick. She  looked
at  him pleadingly.  Really, this was the limit -fucking with a  salami
while  this man watched, waiting to be excited.  He held his pecker  in
his  hands,  obviously  planning to jerk off with her.   "Go  on,  Mrs.
Anderson!  Stick that salami in your cunt!  I wanna see it!"
  Barbara  sighed and fitted the salami between her legs,  probing  for
the  opening to her cunt.  The end fitted nicely into her  opening  and
she pressed firmly, forcing it into her.
  "Open you legs," the boy insisted, bending closer.  "I wanna watch it
go in."
  Barbara opened her legs obediently, offering a good view of her twat.
Her pussy lips were stretched wide around the salami, which looked like
a  disembodied  red prick gaining admittance. She raised her  hips  and
slid  it  in, noticing that her insides were sopping wet.   Wet  for  a
salami,  she  thought  in disgust.  I'm really  sunk  now.   I'll  fuck
anything.   Really  it  didn't feel too bad.   The  rough  coating  was
scraping her insides in a pleasing fashion.  With a twist of the  wrist
she  sent the whole salami inside her and took her hand  away,  showing
the boy that it was all inside.
  "Wow,"  he  breathed,  his little hand moving  fast  on  his  pecker.
"Better  than the picture.  It's all inside.  Jeez!  Turn over on  your
hands and knees, Mrs. Anderson."  He knelt between her legs and  peered
through them.  Her cunt-lips were distended several inches, holding the
salami  firmly inside her.  He positioned himself behind her  and  felt
for the end of it, getting a firm grip and running it in and out of her
gorged snatch.
  Barbara  groaned in excitement and humiliation.  Here she was on  her
hands  and knees, with a man pounding a sausage into her from behind  -
and  she  loved  it!  There was no doubt that she loved  it!  Her  cunt
snapped  hungrily  at the salami, drawing it inside  her,  filling  her
cuntal passageway.  She could hear his heavy breathing behind her as he
fucked  her  brutally  with the surrogate prick.   Suddenly,  she  felt
something  warm and wet on her ass.  He was licking crack!  She  moaned
at  the new sensation, shivering as his tongue found her puckered  pink
asshole and swirled around in there.  It felt great - her ass was still
sore from the afternoon's fucking, and his tongue was a soothing balm.
  "Oh yes, lick my asshole - rim me out," she called encouragingly.
  She bucked her hips against the salami, enjoying the feel of it  now.
And then she felt his pecker probing at the ass entrance. With a lunge,
he  was buried in her shithole!  Fire rippled along her nerves and  she
moaned louder, forgetting her son down the hall.
  "Fuck my ass ... fuck my cunt ... oh, oh, oh, slam it in there,"  she
babbled, twisting her ass against him, feeling his balls slap her butt.
  Steve sighed.  His cock felt like it was in a hot vise - much tighter
than  her cunt, much dryer, much hotter.  It was so hot he thought  his
prick  might melt in there!  He jabbed in and out of her,  fucking  her
twat  with  the  salami at the same time.  He  could  feel  the  salami
through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole, and
he  imagined feverishly that it was another cock, that another boy  was
fucking  her cunt, prick to prick, and they'd fill her up at  the  same
time!   "Oh,  it's so hot!  So good!" he mumbled,  thrusting  into  her
creamy  ass.   He was having trouble keeping his balance, her  ass  was
churning so, but he valiantly fucked on, never missing a stroke.   Then
he  had to drop the salami, leaving it wedged in her cunt, and hold  on
with  both  hands.  He felt his orgasm coming.  He shuddered  and  shot
into her bowels, filling her ass with thick cum suds.
  "Oh ... I'M CUMMMING!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything but  the
fantastic  sensation  of  cumming in her ass.  Her ass  sucked  at  his
prick, squeezing it like a vise, and he filled it with sperm.
  Barbara had grabbed the salami when he dropped it and fucked  herself
with  it  expertly, bringing herself off in a few strokes to  join  his
orgasm.   Her sticky fluids gushed over her hands. She  was  delirious.
She  couldn't believe she had cum so hard with a salami, but  she  had,
though  his spurting prick in her ass had certainly helped!   She  sank
forward  in ecstasy, her cunt throbbing with fulfillment,  her  asshole
clutching at his shrinking cock.
  And the light came on.

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