|
Barbara and Annette's adventures
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Chapter One
He had curly blond hair, he was about nineteen 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 teen-age 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
Guiness 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 fulfillment. And
that had been a mind-bending experience.
And 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 Quarterbacking--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--ah, 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 exhilaration 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 knew 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
letcherously, 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.
And 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.
Chapter Two
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
languorously 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 backyard.
"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 her 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 backyard
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
languorously as his tongue licked her
belly in swirling circles,
and a hot flutter of desire made her
legs open in anticipation.
He was going to lick her, he was going
to lick her cunt! Barbara
moaned in lust as his raspy tongue
dipped lower. She had only
had her cunt eaten once or twice--and
only after begging her
husband. And this boy was going to do
it now. He didn't need
any urging. In fact, he was forcing
her to lie still so that he
could administer the tongue lashing!
He paused between her
widespread legs and she could feel his
cool breath on the hot
lips of her cunt.
"Don't stop! Please--don't stop,"
she moaned, raising her
hips so that the mound of her pussy
came up to his face, trying
to urge him to hurry.
"Oh, I won't," promised Skip,
gently opening the lips with
his fingers and letting his breath play
over her. "This is gonna
be great, eating...I won't stop!" He
held her twat open wide,
staring into the red-lined interior,
watching the tiny entrance
to her vagina open and close. "Wow!"
he said. He had never
seen a cunt like this one, so fully
developed. The pussies of
his young girl friends were just slick
little pink slits, nothing
like this! He feasted his eyes on the
luxuriant growth of pubic
hair, curling in reddish swirls over
her snatch and down between
her legs, almost concealing the fat
lips of her cunt, which were
dark red with lust. As he watched, the
whole cunt moved and a
drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing
hole. He dropped his
head and covered the whole vulva with
his mouth, sucking in like
a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out
more the fluid.
"Oh God!" Barbara muttered
through clenched teeth. The
waiting had been almost
unendurable--she had thought he would
never start. "Suck it. Stick your
tongue in...honey," she
sobbed, feeling the familiar darts of
lust tear at her vitals.
"I need it...stick your tongue in
there. I want it!"
Skip was in no real hurry. He was
thoroughly enjoying this.
His cock began to throb and lengthen
against his leg as he tasted
the pungent juices. He felt a great
surge of power as he excited
this older woman with his tongue,
making her beg for it. He
wanted her screaming and moaning under
his mouth...then he would
give his throbbing cock some release.
He was going to shove it
in her throat and make her suck him,
too! He groaned at the
thought of sliding into her wet mouth
and redoubled his efforts
at her crotch. He nipped gently with
his teeth at the engorged
nub of her clitoris and ran his tongue
up and down the length of
her slit.
Barbara squealed as his tongue hit
her clit, sending waves
of pleasure through her. She bucked
her hips against his face,
trying to engulf his whole mouth,
trying to force his tongue into
her. She could hardly believe the
feelings that shot through
her. She was on fire, her whole body
churning and quaking with
lust.
"Eat me, harder, stick it in
there!" she moaned, her head
thrashing from side to side, her hips
undulating under his face.
She smashed her pussy into his mouth,
her juices filling his
mouth and running down his chin. He
slurped and gulped noisily,
draining her dry as fast as she could
secrete. He reached up
with both hands and grasped her tits,
squeezing the mounds of
flesh between his fingers, rolling the
nipples between his thumb
and forefinger. At the touch, Barbara
shook all over, threads of
fire radiating from her nipples
throughout her body.
"I'm going crazy. I can't stand
it. Eat me, honey, stick
your tongue in there, make me cum!"
Barbara screamed, no longer
caring if anyone could hear or not.
Her whole being was
concentrated in the patch between her
legs. Her vagina was a
hungry demanding hole, aching for
release. Suddenly she felt a
wild urge to take him in her mouth--to
suck him as he was sucking
her, to feel his hard dick filling her
throat. "Cock--gimme
cock," she mumbled. "Stick it in my
mouth--I want your hot dick
in my mouth!"
Skip grinned as the lewd words
burst from the woman's mouth.
He had her now. She would do anything
he asked, anything at all
to keep his tongue in her hot box,
whipping her to orgasm.
"Sure, lady," he mumbled through a
mouthful of cunt. "Anything
you say." He swung his body lightly 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 sack.
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.
Chapter Three
"Jerry!" she gasped. "I thought
you were at school! How--
what are you doing here?"
"I got all A's so I didn't have to
take exams," Jerry
explained. "Aren't you glad to see me,
Mom?"
"Of course I am. I'm just a
little surprised," Barbara
answered. Surprise wasn't the word for
it. What if he'd come
five minutes sooner? she thought
grimly, picturing her son's
horror-stricken face. She trod water,
trying to compose her
mind, trying to still her pounding
heart. Guilt flooded her.
How could she have succumbed to her
lust--right here in her own
home, with her son only minutes away.
She closed her eyes. She
felt like she was going to faint.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Jerry asked
worriedly, looking at his
mother's flushed face. "You look kinda
weird."
"Oh, I'm fine. Just the heat.
Thought I'd cool off in the
pool..." Barbara became aware that she
was babbling and pulled
herself together. "Well, I think it's
wonderful you're home.
Let's see, what time is it? Maybe we
could go out for supper."
She clambered out of the water and
stood beside her son. She
glanced down at her body--all in order,
no telltale signs of
passion. "Would you like that?"
"Sure, Mom," Jerry answered. He
looked at her out of the
corner of his eye. It had been some
time since he'd seen his
mother in a bikini, and he'd been too
young before to appreciate
her beauty. For the first time he
looked at her as a woman and
not his mother. He was slightly
embarrassed at his feelings, and
he tore his eyes away from the tempting
display of nearly nude
flesh. He hadn't seen many girls in
brief bathing attire this
close. He and his buddies at school
occasionally sneaked up the
hill and spied on the local bathing
beauties at the beach...but
that was at a distance. He swallowed
nervously, fixing his eyes
on the ground. Unbidden, he thought of
the pictures in his
suitcase. An older boy had given them
to him, and he hadn't
dared to examine them closely in the
crowded dormitory. He felt
a sudden urge to run get them and take
them to his bedroom to
peruse them in private. He was aware
of a breathlessness--a
tightening in his groin that occurred
when he was stimulated.
"Well, Jerry? That okay? I've
got a date later on, but we
can go to the pizza place or something
first." Barbara looked at
her son anxiously. Now he was looking
odd. Maybe the sun was
getting him, too. All the worried
mother now, all thoughts of
her former lust erased, Barbara put out
one hand and stroked her
I GUESS son's forehead.
Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot.
"Yes, that'll be great,
Mom. I'll--I'll just run my bags
upstairs." He pulled away.
"Why don't you lie down and rest
for a while? You look a
little pale. I know that bus trip is
murder!" Barbara smiled at
her son. "And I am glad you're home
early. You just startled me
earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone."
"The door was open, so I just came
on in," Jerry answered.
"I think I will go lie down..." He
looked at his mother, trying
to appear sick. If she'll leave me
alone for an hour or so, I
can look at my pictures, he thought
feverishly. The desire to
gaze at the forbidden pictures had now
reached an obsession. He
licked his lips slightly and glanced at
his mother again,
wondering if she suspected anything.
No, she wasn't even looking
at him. She was staring at a damp spot
beside the pool, a funny
look on her face. He shrugged. "See
ya in a while, Mom," he
said, turning and running upstairs.
Barbara followed him more slowly.
I guess he didn't suspect
anything, she mused. He did look a
little strange for a minute--
he was staring at me...but it was
probably the heat. I think
I'll take a shower, too...must get on
with things. I have to
forget that boy--that must never happen
again. I wonder how old
he is--nineteen? He looks mature for
his age. As she remembered
the most mature part of his body, she
blushed vividly and thrust
down the thought. Never again. I'll
have to be sure to keep the
door locked from now on. Anyhow, now
that Jerry's home for
break, he won't bother me again. I'll
keep so busy with Jerry I
won't have time to think about horrible
lewd things. Filled with
resolution, Barbara disappeared into
her bedroom. God! My own
son will be nineteen next week! And
here I was with a boy his
own age!
Jerry sprawled on the bed. He had
closed his door and felt
quite safe. His Mom never came in when
the door was closed. She
was a great believer in privacy. He
spread the pictures in front
of him and began to look at each one
carefully. He had pulled
his pants off in preparation for his
jack-off session. He
figured that if he came really good, it
would wipe out the
thoughts he'd had looking at his
mother. Jerry knew how awful it
was to have thoughts like that about
your mother--it was a major
sin. Not only that, if anyone found
out they'd probably put him
in a home or something. Someplace for
perverted, evil boys. He
shivered and resolved never to look at
his mother again. He
concentrated on the pictures.
There were seven of them. The
first was of a buxom blonde.
She was naked except for a garter belt
and black nylons, and she
was staring at the camera with a
lascivious expression on her
face, her tongue protruding from her
full lips.
Jerry drew a deep breath,
wondering how it would feel to
kiss her on those full wet lips. As
his eyes slowly took in the
rest of the picture, his breathing
quickened and his hand dropped
to his penis, which was hardening
against his leg. He grasped it
between thumb and forefinger and began
slowly stroking it. He
looked at the woman's pictured breasts
for a long time, his
breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran
his finger over the
picture, imagining how those big boobs
would feel under his hand.
"Oh, baby," he breathed. "What a set!"
He breathed harder,
picturing his lips fastened on the
erect nipples. Almost
unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther
down.
The woman's legs were widespread,
and she was holding her
cunt open with one hand, showing the
treasures inside. A thick
growth of bushy curls covered her twat,
curling along the
extended lips of her open cunt. Jerry
could just make out the
ridges and convolutions of the slit.
He peered closer. It
looked wet. It almost glistened in the
picture, seeming to
beckon him nearer. He stroked it with
a trembling finger,
fantasizing that he was running his
digit over a real, wet cunt.
He had touched a cunt before--the
gardener's daughter let the
boys at school feel her for a dollar.
But she didn't have one
like this. Hers was sparsely furred
and the slit was tiny,
nothing like this fleshy abundance.
Jerry could see a tiny knob
of flesh at the top of the opening. He
wondered if that was the
thing the boy who had given him the
picture had told him about.
Supposedly you could just press on this
nub of flesh and the girl
would let you do anything you wanted.
Jerry's hand moved faster
on his pecker as he imagined what he
would do. He put the
picture aside and went on to the next.
In this picture a young red-headed
woman was sucking a guy
off. The girl's body wasn't as full as
the other woman's--her
breasts were small and tilted upwards.
Jerry thought they looked
like ripe fruit and wished he could
bite into them. Her body was
bent over, showing her luscious ass,
and the contrast of her long
red hair against the white ass made
Jerry's heart stop. But the
interesting thing was--her mouth was
completely full--her lips
distended around this enormous dick she
was trying to swallow
whole. Jerry looked at the man's
genitals appreciatively and
wondered if his would ever be that
size.
The man's root was huge. It
sprang from a nest of dense
black curls, pointing straight up,
obviously fully aroused. The
head and about half the shaft were
buried in the red head's
sucking mouth. Her cheeks puffed out
and around it, trying to
accommodate the rod. One of the man's
hands was caught in the
girl's hair, holding her head steady,
the other was squeezing one
of her breasts. Her hands were cupped
under his balls, one of
them disappearing under his bottom.
Jerry wondered what she was
doing, then it came to him! She was
feeling the guy's asshole!
He shivered, wondering how it would
feel to have a lady sucking
on his dick and fingering his shithole
at the same time. His
hand stroked up and down his pecker in
short quick strokes, then
slowed. He could feel his cum building
up, and he wanted to look
at the rest of the pictures before he
came. He flipped to the
next one, his hand keeping a steady
rhythm on his penis.
"Hoo, boy!" he breathed. This was
the best one yet. In
this picture a busty brunette was lying
spread-eagled on the bed,
her heavy breasts hanging to the side,
her widespread thighs
facing the camera. Above her, his dick
still spurting, a man
knelt. He had apparently just fucked
her, for gobs of semen
clung to her open vagina and dripped
from the head of his
softening prick.
The photographer had caught the
moment perfectly. The
woman's face was glazed with lust, her
nipples still turgid with
passion. Her open cunt seemed to
quiver with its load of fresh
sperm. Her twat hairs were coated with
the sticky stuff--it was
running down her legs and over her
stomach. "Wow--he must've
really shot a wad," Jerry breathed.
He wished it were his sperm that
was dripping down the
woman's outspread legs. He wondered
how it felt to spurt into a
cunt--to cover a woman with cum. His
hand was moving furiously
now. He wanted to cum--to pretend he
was spurting all over the
woman in the picture. "God...fuck me,
baby," he said hoarsely,
squeezing at his prick as he thought a
cunt would. "I'm gonna
shoot all over your twat!" The lewd
words coming from his mouth
excited him even more and he hurriedly
turned to the next
picture.
There were three people in this
one. A woman knelt in the
center, her full breasts hanging down
loosely. Behind her, a
dark man was plunging into her ass, his
dick cleaving her
buttocks neatly, his balls smashed
against the full roundness of
her buttocks. He was reaching under
her with one hand, feeling
her twat. In front of her another man
was thrusting his turgid
prick into her open mouth. He was
holding her by the hair and
pinching her breasts with his free
hand. The woman seemed in an
ecstatic trance, her mouth wide to
receive the giant prick, her
buttocks spread to accommodate the man
behind her. Jerry
couldn't decide which guy he'd rather
be, the one with his prick
buried in that hot asshole, or the one
with his dick in the wet
sucking mouth.
"Wow...shake it, baby," he
murmured to the woman, feeling
his pecker buried in the convulsing
asshole. "Give me a ride!"
He thrust wildly into his hand. He
could feel his balls
tightening and lifting, and knew he
couldn't hold off any longer.
The other pictures would have to wait.
He jacked off furiously,
his eyes glued to the lustful
threesome, his mind whirling with
the stimulus he had received. "Oh,
fuck, fuck me, I'm
cumming...suck it baby...I'm gonna
shoot! I'm cummingggg!!" His
young penis began spurting wildly, gobs
of thick creamy cum
jerking from the head in an endless
stream, gushing through his
hand, landing on the pictures, on his
stomach, on the bedspread.
Jerry couldn't remember ever cumming so
much--it seemed like it
would never end. Unbidden, a picture
of his mother in her bikini
flashed into his mind and he convulsed
again, his tortured balls
giving up the last burst of sperm.
"Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled,
turning over, rolling toward the edge
of the bed.
And then he saw her. His mother.
Standing in the doorway,
her eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a
strange expression on her
face.
"Mom!" he gasped in horror. Of
all the things he had
imagined, he had never thought of his
mom catching him jacking
off. "Oh no, Mom!" He stared at her
in abject amazement. He
couldn't think what to do next. It was
perfectly obvious what he
had been doing--there was no way to
hide his cum-smeared young
hard-on and the assortment of pictures.
Jerry wondered how long
she had been standing there. Had she
actually seen him cum?
Through the embarrassment and fear that
filled him, he was aware
of a twinge of lust at the thought of
his lovely mother watching
him jack off.
"It's okay, dear...nothing to be
ashamed of," Barbara said.
"I'm sorry--I knocked, but I thought
you said come in. It's
perfectly normal. I didn't realize you
were growing up so fast."
Barbara smiled at her son, hoping her
emotions were well hidden.
For what she felt was not motherly at
all--she was suffused with
sudden lust! She had knocked at the
boy's door--that was
true--but she had heard his voice
crying out lewd words,
accompanied by grunts and moans. She
hadn't been able to resist
opening the door quietly, driven by
curiosity and something else
she couldn't name. And she had seen
her son, his hand wrapped
around his prick, jerking off as he
writhed on the bed, his eyes
fixed on a picture he held in his other
hand. She blushed,
remembering the picture--a woman being
screwed in the ass while
she blew another guy. Part of her
wondered how it would feel to
take on two men at once--but she
quickly squelched that thought.
Her eyes had been full of her
son's jumping dick. She
couldn't move--couldn't force herself
away. As he neared
completion, her hand had strayed inside
her robe and found her
cunt dripping with moisture. When he
came, she had plunged her
finger into herself, frigging her
clitoris desperately. She
hadn't had time to cum, and she was in
a state of aroused
passion, her body aching with lust as
she tried to calmly
reassure herself that masturbation was
normal.
Maybe that is, but what I'm
feeling is perverted--wrong--
immoral, she thought to herself.
Screwing this afternoon was bad
enough--this--this, this is a sin. No
mother should think this
way about her son. It's impossible...I
must be insane! She drew
her robe closely around her, as if she
could shut away her
depraved desires. "Don't worry about
it, dear. I'll never come
in your room and disturb you again.
And please, don't worry.
We'll forget about the whole episode.
I'm going to get dressed
for supper now. Pizza okay?" She
smiled brightly at her son and
backed out of the room, closing the
door gently behind her.
Jerry still sat on the edge of the
bed, his thoughts in
turmoil. He hadn't believed it when
his mother had walked in on
him. He still didn't in fact. But she
had been real nice about
it. She hadn't seemed too shocked or
anything. Jerry blushed
again. He didn't see how he could look
her in the face again
after what she'd seen! And if she knew
that he'd been thinking
about her when he came... Jerry
winced. Still, she hadn't
seemed horrified. In fact her
expression had reminded him of
someone. He thought a minute, then his
eyes lit on the first
picture, the one with the big blonde,
her face glazed with lust.
He stared at the picture wondering how
it could remind him of his
mom as she had stood in the doorway,
then shrugged. He'd do what
she had suggested--forget the whole
thing, pretend it had never
happened. But maybe it wouldn't be a
bad idea to get one of his
buddies to spend break with him. For
some reason, Jerry didn't
want to be in the house alone with his
mother. Not if she was
going to keep running around in bikinis
and bathrobes!
Jerry clattered down the stairs,
dressed in jeans and a
T-shirt. "Okay, Mom, ready to go!" he
sang out.
Barbara got up slowly from the
couch and smiled at her son.
She was dressed in a green dress with a
low neckline, and as
Jerry saw the twin swell of her
breasts, his resolve hardened.
He just couldn't stay alone with her,
not thinking the thoughts
he did! If Steve of Richard was here
he could control himself
better, could go off with them and try
to ignore this sexy
creature who happened to be his mother.
"Hey, Mom, would it be all right
if I called up Steve and
asked him to spend break with me? He
didn't have anywhere to go.
He's still at school. I told him I'd
ask you and he could come
up later if it was okay with you.
He'll be finished with exams
by tomorrow."
"Sure, hon," Barbara answered,
aware of a pang of
disappointment at not having her son to
herself. "Call him right
away...tell him I'd be glad to have him
visit. I know you boys
don't want to be around us old folks
all the time!" She smiled
at him lovingly, wishing she could see
him without visualizing
his young pecker spurting his hot,
tasty-looking cream.
"Oh, it's not that, Mom! You're
sure not old. I mean, it's
just that I promised Steve...that is,
he's all alone at school."
Jerry floundered in explanation, hoping
he hadn't hurt his mother
by intimating that he didn't want to be
around her.
"I understand, Jerry. Why don't
you call him now, and then
we'll go out for supper. I have a date
with Mr. Greenway
tonight. Will you be all right by
yourself? I didn't know you
were coming home, or I'd surely stay.
I can break the date if
you'd rather have me stay."
"Oh no. I mean...I'll be fine.
Got some reading to do--
wouldn't be good company anyhow," Jerry
stuttered, completely
unnerved by the prospect of his mother
remaining home.
"I guess so. You're a big boy
now, after all," Barbara
looked at her son, and they both
flushed and looked away as they
remembered what a big boy he was.
No, not a boy. He was almost a
man now. Why did this
thought hurt? Her own age? Life
slipping away from her. Was
this why she peddled that damned
bicycle mile after tortuous
mile? To somehow, some way, hold on to
her youth?
She looked at her legs. They were
tanned and muscular.
"Bike freak," she said to herself,
using the same intonation that
young Jim had that day at the motel.
But what could the damned
bike do when her chin began to sag, or
the crow's feet began to
spider around her eyes? When would
that be, five years, six
years? What would she end up, a little
old gray-haired lady with
a trim, tight body that didn't match
her false teeth?
She had read an advertisement in
today's newspaper. A
plastic surgeon saying he understood,
the dilemma of the "aging
woman." Eyelid lifts, chin lifts,
brow-creases eliminated. No.
She wasn't to that yet. But how long
would a lousy two-hundred
dollar bicycle keep her young? Not
long. Not long...
Chapter Four
Barbara sat in the dark bar with
Jason Greenway, trying to
smile and nod at the appropriate places
in the conversation, but
her thoughts were elsewhere. She was
remembering her young lover
of the afternoon, dwelling on his
powerful physique and boyish
face, recalling how expertly he had
brought her smoldering
passions into flame. She shivered
slightly as she pictured her
uninhibited enjoyment of the boy's
advances, and a drop of
moisture welled in her vagina. She
pressed her legs together.
"Isn't that so, Barbara?" asked
Jason Greenway.
"Oh. Yes, of course. You're
absolutely right," Barbara
murmured. Her cunt was itching and
burning with repressed desire
now, and she felt that she couldn't
stand sitting here listening
to him much longer. I don't want to be
here, she thought boldly.
I want to enjoy myself--dance--I want
to fuck somebody--anybody.
Her thoughts strayed to the exciting
picture of her young son
jerking off, and she moaned faintly as
she tried to banish the
wicked thought.
"I say, are you all right?" Jason
peered at his companion's
face worriedly. She had seemed strange
all evening--abstracted.
He remembered that her son had come
home unexpectedly and
wondered if that was disturbing her.
"Are you worried about
Jerry? He'll be fine. He's a grown
man now, and you said his
friend would be here tomorrow morning."
"Yes, I mean, no, I'm not
worried," Barbara said, laughing
wildly. If he only knew how worried I
am! she thought to
herself. "I'm fine."
"Well, if you don't mind my saying
so, you look a trifle
under the weather," Jason Greenway
continued. "If you'd prefer
to go home..."
"No, no, I want to dance!" Barbara
said suddenly, standing
up. "Come on, Jason, dance with me."
Actually, she wanted to
ride a bike!
"Certainly, my dear," Jason
replied ponderously, sliding
back his chair and joining her. He led
her to the floor and put
his arms about her correctly, leading
her in a slow step.
Barbara felt the music enter her,
and she swayed to the
rhythm gracefully. She pressed close
to her partner. Jason held
himself stiffly as the woman pressed
into him. He couldn't
imagine what had gotten into her. She
was practically embracing
him in the middle of the dance floor!
He drew back slightly.
This would never do...mauling each
other like a pair of horny
teen-agers! "Barbara..." He pushed
her away from him firmly and
took charge again, leading her in
correct steps. He sighed
faintly with relief. He wanted her,
certainly, but he preferred
to court her slowly, in keeping with
his age and station. And a
proper courtship certainly didn't
include getting an erection on
the dance floor!
Barbara sighed in disappointment.
No use, she thought.
He's an old stick-in-the-mud. I wonder
if he'll ever do anything
at all with me, or just wait until we
both die of old age! Out
loud she said, "Jason, perhaps you're
right. I'm not feeling
very well at all. I guess we'd better
go home."
"Certainly, my dear," Jason
replied, relieved. Maybe he had
imagined the wanton way she had pushed
herself at him, after all,
she was ill. He felt a slight twinge
of regret as he led her to
the car. Maybe he should speed things
up a bit. She had had
plenty of time to get over her
unfortunate divorce. He resolved
to go a bit farther than the customary
kiss tonight. After all,
he was a man, and getting tired of
buying sex from the whores
downtown! Perhaps he and Barbara could
become engaged soon. He
smiled at her benignly and opened the
door. Barbara got in and
sat morosely at the far side, next to
the door. She didn't know
what was wrong with her. First she'd
fucked a boy young enough
to be her son, then she watched her own
son jack off and been
terribly aroused by it, and now she
practically attacked her
staid boyfriend. All because of that
tormenting itch between her
legs. Angrily she chastised herself.
Jason wasn't rejecting
her--he was just trying to show how
much he respected her. But I
don't want to be respected, she
thought. I want to be fucked!
If only he'd satisfy me--get rid of
these horrible, sinful
yearnings. She looked appealingly at
the man sitting next to
her.
Jason reached over and slid an arm
around Barbara's
shoulders, then lowered his head and
kissed her firmly on the
lips. She stiffened, then relaxed
against him, murmuring,
kissing him back, using her teeth and
tongue, sticking her soft
wet tongue into his mouth and running
it over his lips. His arms
tightened around her, and he slid one
hand down to cup her breast
through the thin fabric of her dress.
Instantly, the nipple
hardened and pressed against his palm.
She isn't wearing a bra, he
thought in confusion. Nice
women didn't act like this, according
to his experience. His
ex-wife certainly hadn't. She had been
cold and stiff from the
day he married her to the day she died.
He had resigned himself
to the fact, and had bought his sexual
pleasures from willing
young women. When Barbara had divorced
her husband and he had
begun to see her as his future wife, he
had treated her as
befitted a nice woman, and she had
never shown any signs of
wanting anything else. Until now.
Unbelieving, he massaged the
warm breast in his hand, hearing the
quickened breathing of the
woman in his arms. She was squirming
against him now, her dress
hiked up over her thighs, inviting his
hand to travel lower. In
a daze, he dropped his hand, reaching
under the hem of her dress
and probing gently at the mound of her
groin, covered with damp
nylon. As his finger carefully snaked
itself under the edge of
her panties and crept into the damp
warmth between her thighs,
Barbara trembled convulsively and
squirmed even nearer to him,
her free hand fumbling with the zipper
of his pants.
"Oh, Jason. Touch me, please..."
she moaned, unzipping his
pants and capturing his penis. He
jumped at the shock of her
touch. He couldn't believe any of
this. He hadn't felt up a
girl in the car since high school! His
thick penis was hardening
slowly in her hand and he pushed his
finger into her damp crotch,
amazed at the wetness.
"Barbara, maybe we should wait,"
he muttered. "Take you to
my house."
"No! Here! Fuck me here!"
Barbara hissed, pulling him
against her. Her pulse was pounding.
She had no other thought
than to get his prick inside her
twitching cunt. She jerked her
skirt up around her waist, exposing her
belly and nylon covered
twat to his gaze. "Take off my panties
and stick it in," she
cried lewdly bumping her hips so that
his finger slipped all the
way in. "It feels so good, darling."
He pulled her panties down
her long legs and finger-fucked her
methodically. His mind was
awhirl with lust now. He wanted her as
much as she wanted him.
He didn't care who she was or where
they were...he hadn't been so
excited in years. Grunting, he pulled
his pecker free from her
hand and hunched over her in the seat,
not even bothering to pull
down his trousers.
"All right, if that's what you
want," he muttered,
positioning himself at the opening of
her womb.
"Hurry up, fuck me! I need it!"
Barbara squealed, opening
her thighs wide. Her head was mashed
against the arm rest, and
the steering wheel was digging into her
legs, but she wanted to
be fucked--now! She pulled him on top
of her, opening wide for
the invasion of his prick. She shut
her eyes, every nerve
trembling with the anticipation of
having her hole filled.
"Hey, Mac! Cut it out...can't do
that here!" a sharp voice
interrupted. A flashlight swept the
interior of the car,
revealing Barbara, with her skirt
bunched around her waist and
her pussy bare. Jason hurriedly
withdrew to one side of the car,
trying to push his penis inside his
pants. "Cover yourself," he
hissed at Barbara. He had never been
so embarrassed in his life.
Imagine him, Jason Greenway, being
caught in a parking lot with
his pants down like some kid.
"Gimme your identification,
buster," the policeman
continued. Jason handed him his
driver's license without a word.
As the cop perused the license, he
jerked Barbara's skirt over
her thighs, glaring at her. She was
just sitting there in a
trance, her eyes unseeing. Jason felt
his anger at her for
getting him into this mess.
He patted her hand
sympathetically. Barbara stared at
him.
She was furious. Just as she had been
about to get a prick
inside her this happened!
"Don't worry dear...I'm so sorry
for this, couldn't control
myself, never happen again," he soothed
her. He was willing to
believe now that he had taken advantage
of her. After all that's
how it should be. He squared his
shoulders and patted her hand
as she sobbed in rage and frustration.
"Okay, Mr. Greenway," the cop
said, reluctantly handing back
the papers. "Just don't let it happen
again. Take the young
lady somewhere else next time!" He
leered at Barbara knowingly,
then snapped off his flashlight and
departed.
They drove off. Both were silent
on the way home. As they
drew up in front of her house, Barbara
gathered up her purse,
preparing to depart.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am,"
Jason began, detaining
her. "I was carried away by your--ah,
beauty. Perhaps it's best
we were stopped. I wanted our first
time to be perfect...not
fumbling in a car like two kids! I'll
call you tomorrow dear."
"Good night," Barbara said
shortly, scrambling out of the
car. Yeah, I'm sorry too, she thought
furiously. Another
minute...her pussy was still dripping
wet and tingling with the
need to be fucked. Oh well, I'll just
go in and masturbate, she
thought. Tomorrow...she felt the
breeze hit her dripping twat
and suddenly realized that her panties
still lay in Jason's car.
At the thought of his shock when he
found them, she giggled and
felt better.
Jerry felt better now. He had
gone to bed early the night
before, and hadn't even heard his
mother return from her date.
Steve would be here at around lunch
time, and he could forget all
about the day before. He fixed himself
a bowl of cereal and
consumed it methodically. His mother
was still asleep upstairs,
and he had no wish to see her yet
anyway. He figured he'd take a
swim after breakfast and then read
until Steve got here.
Barbara staggered into the
kitchen, stopping short at the
sight of her son. She felt like she
had a hangover. Her body
was heavy and unfulfilled, and her
masturbation having brought no
relief the night before. Her cunt
throbbed dully, aching.
"Oh. Jerry," she mumbled, keeping
her eyes away from him.
"Want anything else to eat?"
"No, Mom, that's okay," Jerry said
nervously. He hadn't
been prepared for the sight of his
mother. She was wearing a
thin blue bathrobe, and her hair was
angled down her back. In the
second before he turned away, he had
seen the unfettered swell of
her breasts against the robe, and his
pulse jumped alarmingly.
"I'm gonna take a swim. Steve will be
here in a couple of hours.
See ya!" Jerry jumped up from the table
and rushed from the room,
leaving his cereal unfinished.
Barbara stared after him. The
sight of her son hadn't
aroused her in any way. Relieved, she
pushed her hair back and
fixed herself a cup of coffee. She
drank her coffee slowly,
thinking of how nice it would be to
have a husband to quell her
lust, a good, strong man to depend on.
I don't know what came
over me yesterday, but it'll never
happen again, she promised
herself. I think I'll even take a swim
with Jerry, to show it
was all nonsense! I must have imagined
all those things. I
couldn't seriously want to fuck my son!
She laughed at her
fantasies, secure now that she would
soon have a way out of her
difficulties.
Jerry clattered down the stairs
dressed in his bathing
trunks. He could see his mother in the
kitchen, drinking her
coffee, and he breathed a sigh of
relief as she rinsed out her
cup and disappeared upstairs.
"Now if she'll just stay away this
morning, I'll be okay,"
he muttered to himself, diving into the
pool. He didn't
understand his reactions of yesterday.
He knew his mother was a
fine, pure woman who would have been
horrified at his evil
fantasies. He would always be grateful
for her calm acceptance
of his masturbation, though, he
decided, swimming around the
pool.
He swam vigorously, determined to
live up to the image he
imagined his mother had of him. As he
began his fifth lap, he
looked up and saw his mother
approaching the pool. She had on a
white bathing suit, different from
yesterday's, but no less
revealing. Her full breasts spilled
out of the top, and the
bottom threatened to fall from her
rounded hips at any moment.
Oh, wow, Jerry thought wildly,
staring. She looked a
hundred times better than any of the
girls in the pictures. And
she was here. Right in front of him.
He took a deep breath and
dove under water, trying to ignore the
involuntary hardening of
his prick. He swam under the water
with bursting ears and tight
loins, wondering miserably how the hell
he was going to get out
of the pool with a hard-on. Finally he
surfaced and regarded her
warily from the far side of the pool.
"Hope you don't mind me joining
you!" Barbara called gaily.
"Oh no, Mom, fine," Jerry replied,
treading water, trying to
keep the lower part of his body turned
away from her. It was
under water, but the pool was crystal
clear, and his pulsing
erection could plainly be seen.
Barbara dove cleanly into the
water and surfaced shaking her
head like a puppy. "Whew! Feels
good!" she cried, swimming over
to her son. He turned his back to her
and inched away from her,
trying not to be too obvious. The cool
water was having
absolutely no effect on his erection.
It throbbed unceasingly
between his legs, growing bigger by the
minute.
"Wanna race?" he croaked.
"Sure! Five laps?" Barbara said
vivaciously. The water was
soothing her jangled nerves. She
looked fondly at her son,
wondering how she had ever entertained
such lustful thoughts
about him. Why, he's just a little
boy, she assured herself.
"Let's go!" She struck off, turning
her head briefly to insure
that Jerry was racing with her, then
settled down to swimming in
earnest. As she finished the last lap,
she pulled herself onto
the side of the pool. Her exhilaration
faded as she watched her
son swimming slowly toward her. His
face was contorted in a
grimace as he swam jerkily. She stood
up, worried. Jerry was an
excellent swimmer and should have beat
her hands down.
"Are you all right, dear?" she
called. Maybe he has a
cramp! She thought, diving back into
the pool and swimming to
her son.
"I'm okay, Mom, leave me alone,"
Jerry gasped. Barbara put
her arm around him as he paddled slowly
to the shallow end. "For
Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing off
her arm. "I'm okay."
Barbara stared at her son,
puzzled. Her glance went over
him and rested on his groin, as if
drawn by a magnet. The magnet
of his pulsing erection pushing out the
thin material of his
trunks.
"Oh, Jerry," she whispered. Her
mind wavered. She reached
out a hand and gently touched the lump
at his crotch, her fingers
stroking. Her hand had a will of its
own. She watched dazed, as
she squeezed her son's penis. The
scene blurred before her eyes
as an electric thrill ran through her.
She caressed Jerry's
rock-hard projection, staring at him,
her eyes glazed, her mouth
open. Her breasts rose and fell with
her labored breathing and
the burning in her cunt spread through
her body, making her legs
weak and shaky.
"Mom!" Jerry cried in anguish. He
didn't know what was
happening. One minute he had been
swimming painfully, impeded by
his arousal, the next his mother was
stroking him, staring at him
with a strange expression in her eyes.
His prick jumped under
her fingers and his hands burned to
grasp her heaving breasts.
At his voice, Barbara shook
herself, emerging from a dream
of lust to reality. Her hand dropped,
she floundered backwards
in the water as she plunged to shore.
Her only thought was to
get out of here--away from the scene of
her betrayal. God, what
am I doing? Evil--wicked--oh my Lord!
INCEST! she thought,
horrified. She left her son without a
word, stumbling from the
pool, racing upstairs.
Jerry just stood there. "Mom,
come back," he called
forlornly. Somehow he had to comfort
her--to let her know it was
all right. He had never seen such a
look of terror on anyone's
face before. He jumped out of the pool
and ran after her--too
late. He heard the car roar off
outside and slumped against the
front door, oblivious of his wetness.
His prick still throbbed.
It wanted back the hand that had
stroked it so lovingly. He
shook his head and went back inside
dispiritedly to wait for his
friend Steve. He wanted desperately to
be a child again. He
didn't know what he was going to say to
his mother, or do about
this situation, but he did know that he
had grown a lot older in
the last half hour. Grown from the
touch of his mother's hand...
Chapter Five
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--the 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 cornholing. 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 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. NOW! 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.
Chapter Six
Buddy opened the door to his shack
and stared out foggily.
He was stoned out of his mind and he
didn't recognize the woman
who stood in his door, looking at him
uncertainly. He stared at
her, his eyes going over her tanned
body in the skimpy white
bikini, her disheveled red hair, her
flushed face. He didn't
know who she was but he liked what he
saw! He narrowed his eyes
and looked her over again, his eyes
dwelling on her full breasts
and the tender curve of her waist
flaring into rounded hips, the
white strip of cloth only emphasizing
the mound of her pubis.
"Wow," he breathed. "I must be
really fucked up. You gotta
be a vision. Goddamn, I wish all my
hallucinations were like
this!"
"She's real, man!" Skip crowed
from behind her. Buddy
focused his eyes and saw his friend.
He hadn't noticed him
before. He had been too wrapped up in
Barbara's charms.
"Hey, Skip! Jesus. I thought I
was tripping or something!
What a fucking beautiful chick. What's
her name?" He stood back
motioning them inside.
"Barbara Anderson," Barbara
murmured. She was slightly
embarrassed. She knew she was a mess,
and the slender boy was
staring at her like he wanted to eat
her alive! She looked at
him out of the corner of her eye. He
was taller than Skip, but
much more slender, with long straight
dark hair curling wildly
around his head and over his shoulders.
He was burned very dark
by the sun, and he was only wearing a
pair of faded cut-offs that
did nothing to hide the bulge at his
crotch. He saw where she
was staring and laughed
unself-consciously.
"Well-come in, Barbie, babe. You,
too, Skip!" He took her
arm and led her into his dark two-room
shack. "Sit down. Want a
beer? Coke? To drink that is!" He
laughed, showing white teeth
in his tanned face.
Barbara looked around warily. She
had never been in any
place like this before. As her eyes
adjusted to the dark, she
could see that one end of the room was
covered with pillows.
This was apparently bed and couch. A
candle glimmered faintly on
the shelf, providing the only
illumination, and a strange smell
floated on the air. The room was thick
with smoke, and Barbara
peered through it, making out a few
brightly colored posters on
the walls. An old refrigerator stood
in one corner with a hot
plate beside it, and a curtained door
led to the other room.
"I need a shower, Buddy," Skip
said. "Wanna join me,
Barbara?"
Barbara looked at him, realizing
it was the first time he'd
called her by her name. She blushed
vividly, glad that the dark
hid her burning cheeks. She was
embarrassed at his calm
assumption that she'd take a shower
with him. It pointed out the
relationship between them. She looked
at Buddy to see how he was
taking it. He didn't seem perturbed at
all. He padded to the
refrigerator and took out a beer.
Probably used to guys coming
over with their-chicks, she told
herself, wondering briefly how
many girls Skip had brought here. But
it doesn't matter, I'm
here now! She smiled brazenly at both
boys. "Sure," she
answered easily.
Skip sighed in relief. He'd been
afraid she would freeze on
him for a minute. But she was smiling
widely at him, picking her
way through the dark to his side.
"Should be a towel in there,"
Buddy said non-committally,
plopping onto the cushions and
balancing his beer beside him.
"I'll roll a couple of J's for us.
Don't take all day in there."
Barbara watched in fascination as
he extracted a plastic
baggie from behind the cushions and
began to tap some of the
contents onto a piece of paper.
"Damn shit's fulla seeds," Buddy
grumbled, intent on his
task.
"Come on, honey, you heard the
man! Let's hurry," Skip
said, giving her a friendly whack on
the buttocks. They went
through the curtained door into a tiny
bathroom. A limp towel
hung on a nail. Barbara looked at the
room in horror. There was
a puddle of water on the floor, and the
towel was obviously far
from fresh. But she stepped into the
shower, shedding her clammy
swim suit, determined not to make any
disparaging remarks.
You asked for it, she told herself
grimly. As the lukewarm
water hit her body, she relaxed,
sighing. She realized that she
would put ups with this and much more
to feel Skip's dick inside
her. When you have great sex, the
outer trappings are
unimportant. "Is there any soap?" she
asked timidly, adjusting
the spray.
"Should be some up here," Skip
replied, stepping into the
tiny cubicle and reaching onto the
window ledge. "Here you go.
You wash me and I'll do you." He
handed her the bar of soap.
Barbara took it in her wet hands,
rubbing it, building up
lather. She started on his chest,
swirling the soap over his
firm muscles. They were pressed close
together in the small
shower, the water pouring over their
heads. Her nipples brushed
against his chest as she soaped him,
and shivered as hot points
of fire radiated through her body. She
felt something pushing
firmly into her belly and glanced down.
His prick was rising,
jamming into her stomach. She grinned
up at him and ran her
hands over his flat stomach, feeling
him suck in his breath
sharply at her touch. Teasingly, she
slid her hands lower,
lathering under his balls and along the
length of his shaft,
slipping her hands between his legs and
running her finger in the
crack of his ass. He was breathing
heavily now, his prick
standing at rigid attention at the
touch of her hands.
"Oh, baby, beautiful," he
whispered, nuzzling at her damp
face. She raised her mouth to his and
they exchanged a
passionate kiss, tongues meshing, the
water pouring over their
heads. She lifted herself on tiptoe
and pressed into him,
mashing her breasts against his
slippery chest, grinding her
pelvis against his erection. His hands
cupped under her
ass-cheeks, bringing her against him,
his fingers probing her
twat from behind. His fingers played
with her puffy cunt-lips,
sliding into her groove and inflaming
her passion.
"Yes, darling," she hissed into
his mouth. "Oh, God, it's
so good...I love it." She kissed him
fiercely, drinking in his
breath, grinding her lips against his.
His hand was between
their bodies, sliding over her breasts,
rubbing her stomach,
dipping lower and feeling inside her
slippery cunt, tweaking the
tender flesh until she thought she'd
scream. The water beat
against her sensitive flesh. It seemed
like a thousand hands
were probing her body, demanding
admittance. She spread her legs
wide and braced herself against the
shower wall.
"Take me, Skip. Fuck me, here,"
she gasped, lust flooding
her. Gone was any embarrassment, any
uncertainty about the
situation. Her flesh wanted his cock
and that was enough.
Skip backed her against the tiles,
pushing against the wall.
He fitted the cheeks of her ass into
his hands and lifted her
against him, his prick sliding into her
canal as if it were
greased. And it was. Her pussy was
pouring forth copious
lubrication. She was ready for him.
She felt his pecker slide
into her little by little, until she
was completely impaled on
the hot pole. Skip smiled at her and
she returned the smile,
tightening her muscles around his cock
to show him how much she
loved it.
"That's it, baby, all the way in,"
Skip wheezed, pulling her
firmly against him. He braced her
against the tiles and began
fucking in and out with long slow
strokes. The water felt cool
now in comparison to their burning
bodies. Barbara's skin was
hot to the touch, and inside her cunt
Skip's pecker felt like it
was burning off, encased in the fiery
vise of her pussy. It was
slick and wet inside with the
consistency of soft butter, except
when she clenched her muscles. He
drove into her, grunting
beneath his breath.
"Uh-uh-uh...fuck me, baby. Use
that cunt! It's like a
fucking hand on my cock. Oh
Jesus...good hot fucking mama."
Barbara rode his prick, sliding
back and forth. Her
backside banged against the wall with
every stroke. Her breasts
shook under the force of his strokes,
and the water pouring over
them made it seem like a dream--a
beautiful dream of endless
fucking! She rotated her hips on his
plunging shaft, rubbing her
clit against his pubic bush. The
scratchy sensation on that
sensitive organ was driving her fast to
orgasm. Another minute--
she bounded against him, mashing her
cunt against him, screwing
herself up and down his pole.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," Skip
warned. "Hold tight. Fuck me
good, hot mama, show me how you can
shake that ass!" He pumped
into her violently, and she felt the
familiar tremor in his shaft
that preceded orgasm. She rubbed
violently against him, forcing
herself to hurry. He'd be cumming any
minute, and she had to
make it.
"Oh, don't stop! Just a little
more," she pleaded, feeling
her orgasm fluttering in the pit of her
stomach, flinging
tendrils of heat along her nerves.
"I'll try," Skip grunted, his
hands squeezed her buttocks
mercilessly. His finger found the
entrance to her back end and
plunged in, stabbing her asshole. He
felt her spasm against him
and thankfully let go. He pounded into
her, his ass moving in
quick short jabs, then he burst inside
her, his jism rushing up
the long tube of his cock and gushing
into her as she came in a
flood of pussy juice.
"Ohhhh..." she groaned as his
semen hit her, soothing her
battered insides. She felt like she
could fuck for hours, it was
so good! He slipped out of her and
they slumped against the wall
of the shower, grinning at each other
weakly.
"Hot stuff!" he said teasingly,
flicking her nipples.
"Can't even take a shower without
turning on! You're really one
sexy lady. I don't know what I'm gonna
do with you!" He took
the soap from her hands. Somehow, she
had held it throughout
their fierce bout! "Now hold still
while I wash you. And try to
control yourself!" He laughed at her
and began soaping her
breasts.
"Yes, sir," she answered happily.
She closed her eyes.
"Hey you guys! Hurry it up,"
Buddy called. "Don't fuck all
day. Save it for a while!"
Skip and Barbara smiled at each
other. "Don't worry, Buddy,
she can fuck all day and then some!"
Skip answered. Barbara
blushed, then giggled at her young
lover.
I don't care she thought fiercely.
I don't care what people
think or what happens--I'm just going
to have fun!
"Well, you heard the man!" she
told Skip, repeating his
earlier words teasingly. "Let's hurry
and see what he's up to."
"As if I didn't know," Skip
grumbled, turning off the
shower. "Oh, well, cast aside. Here,
lady, dry yourself on this
if you can!" He handed her the towel
gingerly, grinning widely.
"Hey, Buddy! Don't you have another
towel in this dump?"
Buddy appeared through the curtain
and threw Skip a red
cloth. "Use the bedspread. I need to
get some more towels. I
used to have some, but they're gone
now." He grinned comically,
lounging in the doorway. "God the
floor's sopping wet. You must
have fucked up a storm in here!" He
looked at Barbara, his eyes
taking in all of her damp body. "Wow,
you're really a beautiful
chick," he said sincerely.
Barbara was embarrassed in spite
of herself. She wasn't
used to this completely matter-of-fact
acceptance of sex. She
was determined to brazen it out, to act
as if this were an
everyday occurrence for her. She
smiled at Buddy, reaching up
and fluffing her wet hair with her
fingers, knowing that the
movement of her arms brought her
breasts into full globes. Her
nipples were still erect from her
recent lovemaking, and they
stuck out of her brownish aureoles.
"Thank you, Buddy," she
answered demurely. "Glad you approve,"
She brought the towel
between her legs and rubbed back and
forth against her damp
snatch, watching his face.
"Jesus! I can't stand it!" Buddy
said, watching her
admiringly. "Where did you find her?
No, don't tell me, I'd
rather guess. She's gotta be some kind
of food for the gods!"
He kissed her fingers extravagantly.
"Don't mind Buddy. He's crazy,"
Skip offered. He threw the
red bedspread into a damp corner and
turned to his mistress.
"Wanna beer or something? I'm thirsty
as shit!"
"Sure," Barbara replied, tossing
her towel on top of his and
stepping out of the shower stark naked.
"Lead me to it!" She
walked through the door, her breasts
bobbling, brushing casually
against the boy lounging in the
doorway. As she entered the
other room, she looked back at the two
guys. "Well? Don't keep a
lady waiting! she said.
"You heard the lady!" both boys
said together, looking at
each other and bursting into laughter.
Skip went over to Barbara
and threw an arm around her waist,
leading her to the pile of
cushions and pulling her down. They
fell in a heap, giggling,
arms and legs entwined. Buddy dropped
beside them and lay back,
rummaging around until he found the
cigarette that he had rolled
earlier. He struck a match and lit it,
drawing the smoke deep
into his lungs and passing the joint to
Barbara.
"I don't smoke," she said,
reclining against Skip and
wondering what was going to happen now.
She was a little peeved.
She had expected both men to fall on
her when they hit the
cushions, and Buddy had just lain back
and lit a cigarette! She
wondered when they'd get down to
business.
"Go on, honey, take a drag. It's
grass. You won't believe
how it is to fuck on grass," Skip told
her.
Barbara shrugged. Why not, she
thought. I've done
everything else. I may as well try
this too. She took the stick
gingerly between thumb and forefinger
and brought it to her lips,
drawing the smoke into her lungs. She
coughed violently, her
eyes watering.
"Hold the smoke," Buddy said,
patting her on the back. "Just
a couple of drags'll do it. This is
dynamite weed."
Barbara gamely drew some more
smoke into her lungs and held
her breath until she thought her ears
would burst, then let it
out. She was surprised to see only a
small puff of smoke issue
from her mouth. She looked at Buddy
for approval.
"Far out," he said nodding. "You
and Skip share that one,
I'm fucked up already." He was lying
back in the nest of
cushions, one hand lazily stroking his
penis. Barbara stared at
him. Somehow, he had removed his
cut-offs and was as nude as she
and Skip. She watched him fixedly,
mesmerized by the action of
his hand on his cock. Everything seemed
slowed down, heightened.
She took another drag from the joint
Skip offered, never taking
her eyes off Buddy's penis.
It's longer than Skip's, and
thinner, she thought dreamily.
And his balls are huge. Suddenly she
heard her voice saying.
"You've got a beautiful cock, Buddy,
I'd like to suck it. I'd
love to taste your dick!" She was
surprised. It didn't sound
like her voice at all.
"Sure, baby," Buddy said lazily.
"Come here. Are you
feeling good now?"
"Oh yes...soooo goood...I want to
blow you. It'll taste so
good," Barbara murmured, crawling
towards him. Finally, after
what seemed like an eternity she
reached him, sliding beside him,
her face inches away from his cock.
She lapped at it, swirling
her tongue through his coarse bush of
hair, nuzzling at the base
of his cock. She made little mewling
sounds as she licked around
his cock, sliding her tongue up one
side and down the other,
licking under the head, sticking the
tip of her tongue in the
hole. She sucked gently on the tip,
drawing his pre-cum fluids
into her mouth, slobbering all over the
head of his prick,
drawing it into her mouth, sucking,
sucking, her mouth slid
lower, drawing his long thin prick into
the wet cavern of her
mouth until it hit the back of her
throat, then relaxing her
muscles and taking it in full length,
down to the balls. She
choked a little, but continued sucking,
her cheeks caving in with
the pressure, exerting an even pressure
on the whole shaft.
"Jesus! What a chick. She's
taking the whole thing," Buddy
groaned, twining his fingers in her
hair and smashing her face
against him. Her nose was buried in
his hair and she snuffled as
she fought for breath, but the
incredible pressure did not stop.
"God! She's like a fucking vacuum!"
"Yeah," Skip agreed. He was
watching Barbara blow his
friend, noting the way her head bobbed
up and down as she took it
all in, watching her lips gripping
firmly on the shaft. "It's in
her throat, Buddy. Jeez! Look at her
go!" Skip slid nearer to
get a better view, sliding his hand
between Barbara's legs as he
did. "She's dripping wet already!" he
cried. "Shit. I think
I'm gonna eat me some pussy," he
mumbled, probing at Barbara's
slit. She was kneeling in front of
Buddy, busy with his cock,
and didn't notice as Skip slid his head
between her legs from
behind. He cupped his hand over her ass
and pulled her dripping
twat into his face, inhaling the odor
of excited pussy. She
jumped as his tongue snaked into her,
then hunched violently into
his face, mashing herself into his
mouth. She was bobbing her
head up and down on Buddy's prick now,
using her lips and teeth
as a ridge, exerting maximum pressure.
Buddy pumped up into her mouth.
He could see Skip's hands
grasping her ass as his friend lapped
her pussy. "Yeah, eat her
out, Skip," he called. "Sit on his
face, honey, and suck me
good. Goddamn, that's some
action...far out! Fantastic! Suck
me, sugar...milk my balls. Squeeze my
balls, baby. Yeah, man!
That's it!" He watched his pecker sink
into her mouth, feeling
the rasp of her tongue. "The head.
Suck the head harder, baby.
Yeah! Get it on!"
Skip slurped up Barbara's juices,
running his tongue up and
down her slot, nibbling at her
clitoris, sucking the whole vulva
into his mouth with smacking noises.
She seemed to be coming
constantly, pouring a flood of sticky
fluid down his throat,
trembling under his hands. His prick
was erect again, pulsing
between his legs, but he was too intent
on eating her cum to
bother about it now.
Barbara sucked at Buddy's dick
like a candy stick. Spittle
ran out of her mouth, dripping down his
shaft and matting in his
pubic hair. She felt like she'd been
eating him for hours. Her
tongue knew every ridge of his prick by
heart and titillated the
most sensitive areas knowingly. She
was in a continuous flow of
orgasm, unbearably excited by Skip's
tongue in her twat and
Buddy's cock in her mouth. She wanted
him to cum. She wanted to
taste his thick sperm. She sucked
harder, digging her finger
under him to probe his asshole,
grinding her cunt into Skip's
face. His lips had clamped onto her
clit now, and he was
thrumming it with his tongue, sending
incredible flashes of
pleasure through her. She shook in the
grasp of endless orgasm.
It was going on forever. Time stood
still as the three bodies
writhed on the cushions, pleasuring
each other with hand and
tongue. Skip thrust a finger up her
asshole and massaged her
there, his other hand joining his
tongue in her cunt, two fingers
sliding into her distended hole. She
bucked against his hand,
sending his fingers up the slick canal,
her cunt spasming and
gushing. She slid her hand under
Buddy's ass and rammed her
forefinger into his asshole, massaging
his prostate, while her
thumb probed at the sensitive spot at
the base of his prick. She
felt his balls lift and harden in their
wrinkled sac and knew
that he was near orgasm. She held her
mouth steady and he fucked
upwards into it, using it like a cunt.
"Hold on, baby. That's it!
Jesus! I'm gonna shoot! Here
it comes! Drink my cum, baby, AHHHH!
Uh-UH-Uh-SHIT! HERE IT
COMES!" Buddy yelled, twisting his
hips, screwing his pecker into
her mouth. At the last moment she felt
his prick jerk and swell
against her teeth, then it was jerking
wildly, spewing a fountain
of cum down her throat.
She swallowed greedily, drinking
in every bit of the gooey
stuff, gargling it around her mouth,
feeling the texture with
teeth and tongue. As she raised her
head, smiling mistily and
licking her lips, Skip pulled his head
from under her cunt and
positioned himself behind her.
Buddy lay back on the bed, his
prick relaxed against his
leg. A few last droplets of jism oozed
from the head of the
penis, and Barbara dipped her head and
lapped them off, cleaning
him carefully.
"Mmmm," she murmured to him.
"Tastes good, lover, I love
the taste of cum!" She grinned at him
loosely, showing her teeth
and tongue which had given him such
pleasure.
"Yeah. You're one fantastic
little cock-sucker, for sure,"
Buddy replied fondly, running his hands
over her face and hair,
touching her lips, inserting the tip of
his finger between them.
She licked his finger, running her
tongue over it as if it were a
cock.
"Hey, Buddy," Skip grunted. "Hold
her for me. I'm going in
the back door." He was kneeling behind
Barbara, his prick in his
hand, spreading her cheeks with the
other. He stuck one finger
up her asshole and Barbara wiggled
against it, looking back over
her shoulder and smiling encouragingly.
"Hey, man, she digs cornholing,
too? Buddy asked, watching.
He knew that not many women were really
turned on by sodomy, and
he was eager to see one who really
enjoyed it.
"This chick digs every fucking
thing you can do to her,
don'tcha baby? Skip grinned. He
screwed his finger in and out
of her anal passage and Barbara moaned
and ground against him.
"Oh, yes, yes--anything you want.
Fuck me anywhere, any
way. Just stick your beautiful cock in
me," she babbled. She
was really turned on. Her pussy was
running continuously from
the constant stimulation. Her head
spun. She had never imagined
sex could be like this, one experience
after another, one
wrenching cum after cum from tortured
insides. And she didn't
want to stop--ever! "Just ram it in
dry, honey...don't bother to
spit on it. Just give it to me!" She
shuddered, anticipating
the delicious pain. Her eyes were
fixed on Buddy now, watching
his reactions. She wanted to see his
face while his friend
cornholed her. His watching made it
even more exciting. "Play
with my tits, Buddy honey," she asked.
"Rub'em good while Skip
fucks my ass!"
Buddy obligingly slid down and
grasped her hanging tits in
both hands, squeezing the nipples
between his fingers, feeling
the weight of them in his palms.
"Beautiful tits," he whispered,
his breath mingling with hers. "I
could really go for you big,
honey. You're a far out chick." He
bent down and kissed her
open lips, lashing his tongue into her
mouth, sucking her breath
wit his. Barbara kissed him back
noisily, slurping his saliva
greedily. As Skip fitted the head of
his cock in the tiny hole
of her bowels, she pushed out like she
was shitting, opening
herself to him. He tensed his muscles
and with one mighty shove,
ripped into her dry ass, tearing aside
the tender membranes. She
screamed silently into Buddy's mouth,
his lips muffling her cry
of pain. He pulled at her tits
fiercely, mauling the sensitive
flesh unmercifully, and pulled his head
from hers, looking up to
see Skip enter her ass.
"Far fucking out," he breathed,
seeing her flesh crumple
under Skip's attack. "Get in there,
Skip, give the lady a ride!"
"I am, man, I am!" Skip grunted
between thrusts. "It's hot
as shit in here. My Goddamn cock's
burning off! Whooee! Fuck my
rod!" He clutched her sweaty ass for
support and pounded into
her, cleaving her ripe buttocks with
powerful strokes.
Barbara was moving her ass lustily
against him now, her pain
forgotten and swept away by an intense
flood of lust. She ground
her hips in circles, screwing herself
up and down the flailing
pole that flashed in and out of her
chute. "Faster!" she cried.
"Harder! Fuck me harder! I wanna feel
it in my guts...yes, yes,
that's it! I'm full of your cock.
It's so fucking big! It's
splitting me in two!" She braced
herself on hands and knees,
giving herself totally to the feeling
of being fucked in the ass
by his youthful prick. She was a mass
of nerve endings...the air
seemed to burn her skin. She could
vaguely hear a sloshing sound
as Skip pounded into her, and her twat
lubricated furiously. She
wished something was in there too. She
wanted to be fucked
everywhere.
Barbara looked into Buddy's face,
a few inches from hers. He
was intent on the lascivious sight of
Skip fucking her rear, and
his hands were pressing and massaging
her hanging tits. She
glanced down at his penis. It was half
hard again, but not hard
enough to penetrate her. She groaned
in frustration.
"Buddy," she whispered. "Put
something in my cunt. I've
gotta have something in there! It's so
fucking empty!" Her
voice rose to a whine. "Please, fuck
my pussy. It's so ready
for it."
Buddy ran his hand down her
stomach, over her sopping bush
and whistled between his teeth. "I'll
say. You're wet as a
river!" He looked at his cock and shook
his head slightly. It
wasn't quite ready yet, and she needed
it now. She squirmed
against his hand pleadingly and he
glanced around the room. His
wandering gaze lit on a long
slender-necked wine bottle. "Wait a
minute, honey. I've got it," he
muttered, grabbing the bottle in
one hand. It was a little dusty and he
rubbed it off on the
pillows, shining it. "Just the thing!
This'll send you off!" he
promised.
"Stick your fist in her," Skip
wheezed, slowing his strokes
as he watched this by-play. "She can
take your whole goddamn
fist!" As he saw his friend take up the
bottle, a slow grin
spread over his features. He steadied
himself against her ass.
Barbara watched in partial fear.
She wasn't sure how the
inanimate glass bottle would feel
inside her. "Be careful. It
might break," she warned.
"Don't worry, sugar. Buddy'd
never hurt that cunt," Buddy
replied. He was getting excited at the
thought of sinking the
bottle into her warm flesh now. He
slid under her sideways,
bottle in hand. "Open up. Here
comes!" He located her pussy
entrance with his finger and fitted the
lip of the bottle into
her. The bottle was shaped like a
flask. It bellied out from a
thin neck into a round bottom. The end
slipped in easily, and he
teased her clitoris with his fingers to
make her relax.
"Oooo! It's cold!" Barbara
squealed. She had never felt
anything like this before. She was
slightly ashamed that she was
so excited at being fucked with a
bottle. Because she was
excited, the perversity only added to
her lust. Her cunt
hungrily sucked at the bottle, drawing
it in. It slipped easily
for a ways, then stopped as the bottle
grew too thick.
"That's all she'll go, baby,"
Buddy said, disappointed. He
had wanted to see the whole bottle
slide past her fleshy lips,
but it seemed it was too big. He
didn't want to hurt her. He
drew it out halfway and fucked it back
and forth into her,
rasping her sensitive lips with cold
glass.
"Aw, shit, Buddy, shove it in.
She can take it!" Skip
cried. He stroked into her ass a few
times, warming her up.
"It's a bottomless pit in there. I had
my hand in past the wrist
and she wanted more!"
Buddy shrugged. He squinted his
eyes in the dim light up at
Barbara's cunt. The lips were fitted
snugly around the bottle
neck, and it seemed to him they were
trying to crawl down
farther, taking in more. Moisture
dripped from her crack, and
the glass surface was greasy with her
secretions. Barbara rocked
back and forth between the cock in her
asshole and the bottle.
The bottle did help to fill the void in
her cunt, but she wanted
more.
"Put it all in," she whispered in
a tiny voice, half hoping
he didn't hear her. It seemed so dirty
to beg someone to shove a
bottle in your cunt. And it would
hurt, she knew it would, but
she had to have it. Her head spun from
the grass she had smoked
and the whole scene took on a wavering
unreality. She couldn't
believe she was actually kneeling on a
pile of cushions in a
dirty shack, with one man stuck up her
ass and another ramming a
bottle in her cunt. She hesitated.
Maybe she should pull free
and run. It was wrong and perverted,
she knew that. Barbara's
lust had cooled a little now. Skip had
only been fucking her
lazily for the last few minutes, saving
himself, and the shock of
the bottle in her cunt had sobered her
slightly. She squirmed
trying to free herself.
"I'm going to leave now," she
stuttered trying to get loose.
But Buddy had anticipated her action.
He knew how chicks
sometimes got cold feet in the middle
of a kinky scene.
"Oh no you're not," he snarled at
her. Barbara froze at the
note in his voice. "I'm gonna ram this
bottle in your cunt. You
asked for it, and you're gonna get it!
And I'm not through yet
by a long shot. Relax and enjoy it,
baby, you ain't going
anywhere!" He screwed the bottle
menacingly into her cunt. "And
if you try anything else I will break
it!"
With this final threat, Barbara's
resistance crumbled. She
hadn't really wanted to leave anyway,
she told herself, tears
starting in her eyes. She obligingly
relaxed her cunt muscles
and Buddy started pushing the bottle
slowly past her distended
lips. As it hit the spot where he had
stopped before, he paused,
then, with a brutal shove, buried the
whole wine bottle in her
twat.
Barbara groaned as the object
burst through her ring of
muscles and entered the corridor of her
womb canal. She was
stretched to the limit, her groaning
muscles expanded around the
slick surface of the bottle with
protest, but they did expand.
"Oh God!" she screamed. Skip
plunged wildly into her rear
at the same time the bottle hit the
bottom of her cunt, and her
hips moved automatically with his
thrust. Despite herself, her
body took the double invasion and
reveled in it, seesawing back
and forth between the two. She didn't
know which hole felt more
distended, the tiny passageway in her
ass, or her bottle-filled
cunt. She felt like a sausage--stuffed
at both ends, and she
groaned loudly, half in lust, half in
pain as she shuddered under
the assault.
"She's got the whole motherfucker
in her cunt!" Buddy cried
to Skip. "You should see it, man, her
lips are puffed out like
you wouldn't believe! I've never seen
a cunt like this one.
You're right, she'll fuck anything!
Jesus!" Buddy rammed the
bottle in and out of the wide open
cunt. Her juices ran out of
the distended hole and trickled down
his arm as he pinched her
clitoris with his free hand.
"I can feel it from here!" Skip
screamed suddenly. "God! I
can feel the bottle in her cunt! Oh,
man. Fuck her with that
bottle! It's hard as a rock against my
prick! I'm gonna cum
soon, I can't stand this shit!" He
held tight onto Barbara's
quaking ass and pumped into her. His
eyes were closed as he
concentrated on the weird sensation of
feeling something in her
cunt while he fucked her ass! Colors
danced behind his closed
eyelids as he built up to a
mind-bending orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum in your ass, baby!"
he cried. "All in your
hot little ass! Pull it out of me,
milk my fucking balls!
They're gonna bust--I've gotta cum
AAAggghhh! I'M
CUMMINNNGGG!!!"
With a last lunge, he fell on her
back, his cock twitching
and jerking in the dank recesses of her
bunghole as he shot his
wad into her vitals. As he came,
Barbara hunched down wildly on
the bottle, almost taking in Buddy's
hand in the process.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned. "I
want to cum, too! Oh God!
Cram that thing in my cunt and make me
cum!"
But Buddy had other plans. His
cock was hard now, and he
wanted in on the action. He pulled the
bottle out with a loud
plop and jerked her forward against
him, jerking her off of
Skip's cock. As the stream of
shit-stained semen poured from her
empty asshole, he drew her onto him,
lying back. "Okay,
sweetheart, climb aboard," he grinned.
"Ride my cock and fuck me
good."
Barbara felt the cool air hit her
cunt as the bottle was
extracted. She didn't want that, her
orgasm was fluttering in
the base of her stomach and she needed
to reach it. She eyed his
cock hungrily as it stood straight up
from his belly and then
straddled him, lowering herself. As
the head entered her, she
sighed, thinking that nothing felt like
a stiff prick in the
cunt. She loved it all--in her mouth,
ass being eaten--even
being fucked with a bottle--all were
grist for her sexual mill.
But nothing beat a cock in her dripping
cunt. She slid down onto
his stiff pole, her lips munching down
the shaft like a greasy
mouth, engulfing him.
"Ride me, hot mama," Buddy
replied, reaching out and
grabbing her hanging tits. "Bounce
that ass on my balls! Fuck,
that's great. You got the best cunt
action in town! That's how
to fuck baby!" He twisted her tits in
both hands and lay almost
still, letting Barbara take the lead in
balling him.
And she did. She leaned forward
and started an exciting
circular movement with her pelvis, her
hips moving like a
well-oiled piston. She could feel him
deep inside her, and it
turned her on and inspired her to even
more dexterous movements.
Up and down she rose and fell on his
stiff standing rod, screwing
her cunt onto him. Lewd sounds burst
from her open lips as she
led the fuck, twisting her hips so that
the extended nub of her
clitoris rubbed against him and mashed
into his pubic hair. The
small nub of flesh had become highly
sensitized. Every rasp of
hair shot a new thrill through her.
She needed her motions, her
cunt was beginning to spasm.
"She's starting to cum!" Skip
called. His voice penetrated
the lustful daze of the other two.
Buddy looked at his friend
and grinned. "She's too fucking much,
man," he grunted. "She's
riding my cock like a cowgirl!" He was
moving now in
synchronization with the woman, his
hips rising to meet hers and
thrust his cock to the depths.
Skip felt around on the bed. He
knew Buddy had dropped the
bottle somewhere. His searching
fingers encountered the cold,
cum-smeared glass and drew it to him,
not letting on what he was
going to do. He knelt behind the
fucking pair and slowly fit the
neck of the bottle between her
ass-cheeks as she bent forward.
Barbara jumped as she felt the
cold neck hit her asshole.
He wasn't! He couldn't! "NO! NO!"
she cried in terror. But
her protests died under a flood of
orgasm that swept her as her
wave of cum broke over her.
He rammed the neck of the bottle
into her rear. He knew it
wouldn't go in all the way like it had
in her cunt, but he shoved
it as far as it would go. Through a
mist of thrashing cum,
Barbara felt the sharp pain in her
rear, and then it was gone,
only adding another sensation to the
ones sweeping her.
"I've got the bottle in her ass!"
Skip called to Buddy.
"Jesus!" Buddy screamed,
unbearably excited by the thought.
He could feel the presence of some
foreign object pressing
against his prick inside her. "I feel
it! Holy shit!" His
pecker jumped and his balls burst forth
a flooding tide of hot
semen, gushing into Barbara's
overheated cunt, spattering the
walls and clinging to them in gooey
lumps. "I'm cumming! Oh,
God, am I cumming! Feel it, baby, feel
my hot fucking cum!" he
yelled, picturing her shithole
distended around the bottle. He
opened his eyes and saw her contorted
face as she spasmed through
orgasm after orgasm, impaled on his
prick and Skip's bottle.
"OOOOHHHH!!! FUCK! SHOOT IN ME!"
she squealed. The hard
bottle in her rear end made her
convulse again as Skip slammed it
home. She could feel Buddy slipping
out of her, and still she
came, her tortured insides quivering as
spasm after spasm
wrenched her. She felt like the top of
her head was blowing off
and cum was shooting out of her brains.
Finally her asshole
twitched and she felt an overwhelming
urge to shit. Just as she
pressed with all the force on her
bowels, Skip pulled out the
bottle.
"I think I've had enough," she
whispered. And for the
moment, she had. Her body was
satisfied, her pussy weak and
flabby feeling.
"Man, I think we're all fucked
out," Buddy quipped. "As
well as fucked up!" He laughed
hollowly. "I don't believe this
chick. She's a fucking machine!" He
stroked Barbara's red head
tenderly. "You guys want a beer or
some more weed? I gotta rest
for a while."
"No. No, I have to leave,"
Barbara murmured. "It's getting
late. I'm exhausted, anyhow. And I
don't need any more of that
stuff!"
"Hey, you bring her back soon, you
hear me? I wanna see a
lot of this lady. And, Barbara, if
you're ever down this way by
yourself, I'm here usually. And if
I've got anybody else here,
I'll kick them out if you want. You're
the living end. I mean
it." Buddy looked at her sincerely.
He was too pooped to get
up. "Kiss me good-bye." Barbara
rolled off the pile of cushions
and kissed him on the mouth.
"Sure, Buddy, it was really
fantastic. I'll be back," she
promised.
"Far out, baby. Anytime. You're
a whole trip in itself,"
Buddy said, closing his eyes. "Take
good care of her, Skip."
"Oh, I will, Buddy, she's a
special lady," Skip grinned,
tousling her hair.
Chapter Seven
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 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 languorously 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 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.
Chapter
Eight
"What's going on! Mom? Steve?"
Jerry cried in anguish,
staring at the scene on the bed.
Steve stared at his friend with
blank eyes. His cock
slipped out of Barbara's relaxed
asshole with a plop and lay
along his leg. He looked dully at it.
It was limp with a string
of semen still hanging from the head.
"Uh, Jer--"
"Get out of here. You fucked my
mother!" Jerry screamed
wildly, clenching his fists. He was
aware of a wild surge of
rage and jealousy. She hadn't pulled
away from Steve leaving him
with an aching erection like she had
with him! "Go away!"
Steve slid off the bed hurriedly,
keeping his eyes away from
the recumbent figure of Mrs. Anderson.
She was lying perfectly
still, her head pressed into the
pillows. He noticed something
beside her. The salami! Guiltily he
sidled out of the room,
keeping away from Jerry.
"Well, Mom?" Jerry asked, a
sneering note in his voice.
"Turn over and look at me!"
Barbara turned over and crouched
against the end of the bed,
bringing her knees up before her
breasts to hide them, then
realized that the motion exposed her
inflamed cunt to her son's
eyes. Vainly, she tried to shield
herself. She felt sunk.
"Can't I even look? Steve got to
touch--touch, hell! He
fucked you!" Jerry advanced on her,
his fists balled up.
"Jerry...I can explain. Let me
tell you--" Barbara babbled.
Jerry waved his hand at her,
indicating her disarranged
state. "Explain what!? That you are a
whore? Jesus...look at
you!" he said in disgust. "I saw you
this afternoon with that
kid, kissing him in the parking lot!
What is it? You just fuck
kids? Is that it? Well...move your
hands. I wanna look at what
everybody else fucks!" He grabbed her
hands and moved them away
from her tits. He was furious at her
for lowering herself from
her pedestal--at himself for wanting
her. He remembered when she
had watched him jack off, when she had
touched him in the pool
and left him aching. She hadn't left
anyone else in that state.
Just him.
"Jerry," Barbara whispered. "I
don't know what's wrong with
me. I've never been like this before.
The last few days have
been a nightmare. I can't control
myself, I even touched you, my
own son! And that's evil." She looked
at him earnestly, willing
him to understand. He had to
understand. She felt like her
heart was breaking. Her little
boy--her son--looking at her with
hate in his eyes. She moaned softly
and she began to entice him
in the only way she knew, with her
body. She wanted to show him
how it was, how it was to want sex so
bad that it hurt. That
you'd do anything to ease that pain.
"I have to have it, Jerry."
"But with kids! Kids my age! Why
not me? Why not? You've
fucked every kid in town, probably, why
can't I get it, too?
Don't you like my cock? Isn't it big
enough for you? It's
bigger than Steve's! I saw you looking
at it before, well, you
can have it now!" Jerry squealed in a
high voice. He held his
dick like a weapon, pointing it at her.
"Here, suck it like you
did his! You're gonna do everything
with me you did with him,
and then I'm gonna leave you and never
come back!" He advanced
on her, pointing his cock at her mouth.
"Open your mouth and
suck my cock, whore!" he shouted
grabbing her by the hair. "You
love it so much...go on, then! Suck
your son's dick!"
"Oh, Jerry...don't let it be like
this. Don't hate me,"
Barbara mumbled. Her voice was choked
off as Jerry rammed his
prick into her mouth choking her. Her
nose was buried in his
sparse hair, her nostrils full of the
scent of him. She gagged
and coughed, then clamped on his cock.
If he wanted it, she'd
give it a good sucking! She wanted him
to know how sex was,
well, this was her chance! She sucked
deeply on his cock,
running her tongue around the head,
drawing him into her mouth,
yielding before him and taking him in.
Jerry gasped as his prick sank
into his mother's mouth. It
was a wonderful feeling. Her tongue
hit all the most sensitive
spots and made his blood race. He
hadn't imagined it would be
this good, looking at the pictures and
hearing the other guys
talk. He had heard quite a few stories
about girls who gave
head, but the reality far surpassed any
story. Her lips were
nibbling up and down the surface of his
prick and she sucked it
with an ecstatic expression on her
face, as if it were the most
delicious thing in the world! Her
mouth felt like a hot wet
cavern, just made for sucking his cock.
He dipped into her and
pulled out again, feeling the
incredible suction as her cheeks
caved in around it.
"Oh, suck it good," he murmured,
looking at his mother's
face. He wound his fingers in her red
hair, the same color as
his, and pumped into her mouth. Her
teeth lightly scraped the
ridges of his turgid cock, sending
thrills of pleasure through
him. He hunched forward, driving into
her mouth. He couldn't
stop. The whole world was a sucking
mouth, pulling him into it!
He twisted and turned his hips,
slamming into her face, trying to
hurt her, and she gave with every
stroke, sucking him in,
greedily licking his rod, wanting more.
Barbara sucked at her son's cock
in delight. It seemed that
everything else had just been leading
up to this, this last
perversity. She pulled on him avidly,
remembering how tiny his
peter had been when he was a baby, and
contrasting it to its
present length. It tasted wonderful,
the salty tang of his
pre-cum filled her mouth, tantalizing
her, making her want to
taste his hot semen on her tongue. She
cupped her hand under his
balls and rolled them in their wrinkled
sac, feeling them churn
like hard slick marbles in her palm.
"Oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum! I can't
help it! I'm gonna cum!"
Jerry grunted, pumping furiously into
her open mouth. He twisted
violently against her lips, feeling his
sperm foam in his balls
and rise in his cock to burst in her
mouth. "I'M CUMMING! IN
YOUR MOUTH!"
Barbara sucked vigorously at the
hot flow of her son's
sperm, drinking from the spurting
fountain of his prick. It
seemed like it would never quit. She
gulped and swallowed a
bucket of frothing jism. Finally she
fell back on the pillows
and Jerry's cock slid from her lips.
He stared at her, a strange
light in his eyes.
"That was great," he admitted,
slightly ashamed of his lust.
"Do you see how it is now? Did
you want me to stop sucking
you?" Barbara asked. "Could you stop
yourself...once you were
fucking my mouth?"
"No, no I couldn't," Jerry
admitted. "No way... It was
unreal, it was like I was just a cock
and I had to cum..." his
voice trailed off.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
Barbara asked casually,
watching his face. She wanted him
desperately. She wanted his
cock in her twat, and she also wanted
him to experience the whole
of sex. She had to show him how
powerful sex was--how the more
you got, the more you got, the more you
wanted. She didn't want
him to think of her as a whore. She
wanted to show him how great
sex was and how it got control of a
person. She still felt it
was wrong to fuck and suck her own son,
but she was committed
now. She promised herself that
tomorrow she would take care of
it all--tomorrow. Right now she wanted
to fuck her son. "God
yes, Mom...I guess I've wanted to for a
long time," Jerry
admitted, looking at her squarely. "I
was so jealous of those
other guys, I wanted to hurt you...but
now, I'd love to fuck you,
if you want me to." He looked at her
pleadingly, his eyes going
over her lush body, her full breasts
tipped with coral, her
slender waist and flaring hips
encircled by the black garter
belt, her bright auburn pussy hair
covering her mound of delight.
"Oh yes, Jerry, I want you to,"
Barbara breathed. "Come up
here. You can suck my titties if you
like...suck the nipples
good, son, and I'll love it! And touch
my pussy. Just slide
your hand down there." She guided his
hand to her pubic area and
opened her legs, letting him slip his
fingers in.
"Gosh, our hair's the same color
down there," Jerry said,
laughing nervously. He felt his
mother's cunt open invitingly
under his fingers as he probed. He
sank his middle finger in to
the knuckle, feeling around her cunt,
sliding it in and out of
the canal. He was amazed at the
pressure her twat exerted on his
finger. He wondered how his cock would
feel in that tight,
sucking well and shivered in
anticipation. His young pecker was
erect again, standing straight out from
his stomach in an arching
curve, out of his soft nest of reddish
curls.
"It's wet," he confided, diddling
her with his fingers,
smiling as she quivered. He knew he
was turning her on, and he
was proud. His mother was quivering
and trembling under him,
wanting him to stick his cock in her
cunt. "It's all wet and
squishy in there."
Thank God Steve didn't cum in my
cunt, Barbara thought
fervently. She wouldn't want her son's
first fuck to be sloppy
seconds! Out loud she murmured,
"That's because I want you so,
darling! I love your finger in my
cunt, fucking me! Do it
harder...make me cum on your hand!
That's it! Yes, oooohhhh
yes...finger-fuck me, baby, fuck your
mama with your hand! Make
me cum." She flopped around, impaled
on his fingers like a fish
on a hoop, her orgasm causing her to
shimmer and shake. Her
pussy gushed, wetting his hand.
"Did you pee on my hand, Mom?"
Jerry asked as the warm, hot
fluid gushed over his fingers. Barbara
was silent as her orgasm
subsided, then said hoarsely, "No,
darling, that was my cum--
that's how a girl cums. Now fuck me,
for God's sake, get on me
and fuck me! Put your cock in my hole
and fuck your mama!"
Jerry scrambled on top of his
mother. She raised her hips,
presenting her pussy in a blatant
invitation. He sank his prick
between her legs, searching for the
wet, warm hole he had
imagined receiving him. And then he
found it. With a cry of
triumph he sank into her, his cock
plunging into the vagina that
had given birth to him eighteen years
ago. "I'm in, Mom, I'm in
your cunt!" he cried.
"Yes, oh yes, you are! Your
beautiful prick is in my twat--
deep--so deep--and good--oh God! It's
driving me wild!" Barbara
cried, wrapping her legs around her
son's back and rocking under
him. She felt her insides melt into a
mass of sex crazed flesh,
her twat opening under his forceful
plunges. She could imagine
no greater thrill than this, fucking
her son, receiving his sperm
in her cunt! The depravity and
perverseness excited her even
more. She drummed her heels against
his legs as she lifted and
churned beneath him, using her pussy
like a vise to clamp him to
her. She never wanted it to end. She
wanted to go on and on in
this lustful dream, floating on a cloud
of desire, her body
spasming and convulsing in a powerful
orgasm.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Jerry!" she
cried wildly. She was
smashed into the bed with each lunge of
his prick. She wished
she could engulf him completely, take
his whole body back into
her womb. She felt his balls smashing
against the distended lips
of her cunt, and she crazily tried to
open them, to pull him all
inside.
"I am fucking you, Mom, oh, MAMA!
I'M FUCKING YOUR CUNT!
It's fantastic! I love to fuck you.
OH MOM! I LOVE IT!" Jerry
screamed. He thrust furiously into the
sucking maw of his
mother's twat, feeling his cock sink to
the hilt in the swampy
marsh. He was swimming in a sea of
cunt. He felt like he was
surrounded by it. He could smell the
odor from their clashing
sex orgasm mingle with the smell of
their sweat and he loved it.
He loved the way her cunt gripped his
penis, sending waves of
pleasure through his body. He could
feel it to the tips of his
toes. His leg muscles twitched with
the sensation. He bent
forward and grabbed her tits in both
hands, wrapping his fingers
around the creamy globe and squeezing
roughly.
Barbara rolled with each thrust.
His pecker was a hot rod
of iron, stoking the fire in her twat.
Sweat poured from her
thrashing body, making her skin meet
his with a sucking noise.
The air was filled with the suckings
and gurglings of sex. Her
pussy plopped each time he thrust into
her, emitting a squishing
noise. The slap of their sweaty bodies
and their mingled grunts
and groans of pleasure filled the air.
"Give it to me faster,
faster, harder," she muttered. She
pulled his head to hers and
their open mouths met in a passionate
kiss, tongues mingling and
thrashing. She sucked in his breath
eagerly. She felt like his
tongue was a prick in her mouth,
stabbing away at the soft
insides in unison with his jabbing
pecker. She drank his saliva
avidly, swallowing, imagining it was
jism from a spurting cock.
Jerry increased his tempo...his
balls were bursting and he
knew he had to cum soon. He pounded
lustily into his mother.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my wad
in your pussy, Mom!" he
warned. "I'm gonna cum all in your hot
cunt!"
"Yes, darling, cum in your mother,
let me have your sperm!"
Barbara screeched. She was beside
herself with lust. All she
wanted to feel her son's hot semen
bursting inside her aching
cunt. She knew it would bring her off
again. She wanted to feel
it! "Cum in me, fuck me, cum, cum,"
she chanted in rhythm to her
son's strokes.
His pecker zipped in and out of
her cunt with increasing
speed. His lithe young hips flailed
tirelessly above her,
driving the shaft of his penis into her
waiting cunt. He could
feel the texture of her canal change as
she rode the crest of her
orgasm. It tightened as she came, then
felt loose and flabby,
then tightened in an endless cycle of
lust. "Here it comes! OH
GOD! HOT SHIT! FEEL IT, MOM...FEEL ME
CUMMING IN YOU... I'M
CUMMING..." With a loud cry Jerry fell
onto Barbara's body, his
knees buckling as his orgasm ripped
through him. He felt like
his head was blowing up. His guts
twisted as his balls burst.
"I'M BLOWING MY NUTS!" Rope after rope
of semen gushed from the
head of his prick, inundating Barbara's
womb with her son's
sperm.
"Ooooh-h, yessss. I FEEL YOUR
CUM! IT'S SO HOT!" Barbara
cried, bucking against son, swallowing
his prick with her
spasming cunt, gripping tightly with
her legs, imprisoning him in
her hot box. He didn't seem to want to
escape. He lay against
her, his cock jerking weakly as the
last bits of semen oozed from
the shrinking tube. He raised his head
and grinned at her.
"Just lie still, honey," she said.
"Let your cock soak in
my twat. I'm going to bring it to a
stand again inside me. Just
don't move, or it'll slip out!" She
bore down on his limp penis,
holding it firmly inside her with her
cunt-lips.
"Okay, Mom," Jerry answered, lying
against her, his head
pillowed on the soft cushions of her
breasts. He had never heard
of such a thing. But she was his mom,
and he'd do what she
asked. She certainly seemed to know a
lot about sex! He thrust
down a pang of jealousy and lay
quiescent on her breast, feeling
her twat muscles caress his tired
prick.
"Can you feel it, dear?" Barbara
asked, concentrating. She
tried to imagine his limp prick resting
inside her and clenched
her muscles about it, thinking of her
cunt as a stroking hand,
bringing him to erection.
"Yeah. You're squeezing me down
there with your cunt,"
Jerry said excitedly. He could feel
her cunt gently kneading his
penis, and he thought he could feel a
spark of life as it raised
its head in the dark cavern.
"Don't move, son," Barbara
cautioned. "I read about
this...how it's possible to fuck this
way without even moving,
just using your muscles. Hindus or
somebody do it this way." She
repressed a bump of excitement as she
definitely felt Jerry's
pecker move inside her. "I can feel
you moving in me," she
confided. "Your cock's swelling up..."
She worked her cunt on
his prick, rippling the muscles up and
down. She could almost
see his prick in her mind--growing
slowly inside her canal! Her
cunt exuded moisture as the excitement
of her success got to her,
and as she grew aroused, her muscle
action grew stronger, pulling
silently at Jerry's hidden prick.
"Oh, boy, I can really feel it
now!" Jerry cried in
excitement. He hadn't thought it
possible, but it was happening!
His soft prick was hardening and
lengthening inside his mother's
cunt, gaining new strength with each
stroke of her talented
pussy. "It's getting hard. I can feel
my balls filling up
again! Wow!"
"Yes, yes, I can feel it, too,"
responded his mother. "It's
filling me up--getting big again.
Jerking around, oh, Jerry,
it's wonderful!" She smiled mistily up
at the face of her son.
This was a new experience for her, this
slow filling of her womb!
She was suffused with love as her
vagina filled with her son's
growing prick. She had never felt so
close to any of her lovers
before. This was an incredibly
fulfilling experience. She
wondered if they could really fuck to
orgasm this way--just using
their muscles. She was determined to
try. "Don't move your
hips," she told her son as he started
to move involuntarily.
He looked at her in amazement. He
was hard again and ready
to fuck now. That was the point wasn't
it?
"We'll just keep on like this--use
our muscles and cum that
way," his mother told him.
"Like the Hindus?" Jerry laughed,
catching on. "Okay, if
you want--it feels great right now,
though I don't see how
anything could be better than plain old
fucking!" He forced his
hips to remain still and pressed more
deeply into his mother.
Maybe, maybe I can make it jerk around
in there, he thought. The
idea of muscle control was a new one to
him, but he could see how
it would improve regular fucking if he
could make his prick jerk
at will. He carefully tightened his
ass muscles and was
gratified to find his penis jerked in
accord. "Did you feel
that, Mom?" he cried.
"Yes, dear, that's the way. Now
let's just quietly lie here
and do that to each other. Let's try
to move in rhythm," she
answered, giving a few quick jabs with
her twat. They lay
together, tightly clasped in each
other's arms, letting their sex
organs mesh together in harmony. As he
jerked his prick inside
her, she rippled her cunt along his
shaft. She could feel him
filling her whole cavity now, his dick
pushing against the
pulsing walls of her cunt. As her
pussy juices flowed, she felt
an unbearable urge to grind her hips
beneath him, hastening her
orgasm, but she restrained herself,
merely increasing the
pressure.
For an inexperienced man, Jerry
was doing a great job. He
used his ass and pelvic muscles,
causing his prick to bounce
inside his mother. He could feel his
balls lifting in their sac
and climbing up, hardening and
tightening. He wanted desperately
to rise up and fuck in and out as hard
as he could. His hips
quivered under the strain. "Oh, Mom, I
can't stand it! I gotta
move!" he groaned.
"Just a little more, son, try to
relax," Barbara grated
through clenched teeth, trying to
follow her own advice. But it
was too late. Jerry's hips suddenly
shook and ground into her,
pulling and shoving with age-old
motions of intercourse. She
sighed and moved with him, letting
herself be carried off, her
orgasm breaking over her in a whirl of
feeling. "That's okay.
Fuck me harder now, son, give it to
your mother," she called
encouragingly.
Jerry pounded into her. He had
wanted to finish the other
way, but he couldn't. He just couldn't
stand it! The tide of
lust swept over him, forcing his hips
to plow into his mother's
cunt desperately. "I'm gonna cum. I
waited so long, I can't
help it. Hold me, Mom. I'm fucking
you..."
Barbara held her son tight, her
body churning under his,
ready to receive his second cum without
withdrawing. He had mad
a valiant effort to do the muscle fuck,
and she would reward him
by giving him a good cum! She reached
behind him, bypassing his
sweaty balls, and probed for his
asshole--finding it, she pressed
through the opening and buried her
finger in him. As she sank
her digit into his buttery ass, she
felt his prick spasm and
burst inside her, splattering her cunt
walls with hot thick
sperm.
"AAAGGGHHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!
HOLD ME, MOMMA!" Jerry
screamed.
Mother and son convulsed in each
other's arms, holding each
other for dear life, cunt and cock
cumming in perfect unison.
Finally they fell apart, Jerry's cock
slipping from Barbara's
cunt.
"I tried, Mom," he said weakly,
laughing a little. "I guess
those Hindus practice a lot."
"I guess they do," Barbara
answered fondly, stroking her
son's head.
"We'll have to practice, too," he
said boldly, looking at
her from the corner of his eye.
"Whenever I'm home from
school..."
Barbara accepted the inevitable.
"Yes, we'll practice," she
whispered. She wasn't going to tell
him again what a dreadful
sin this was. She would bear the load
of guilt herself. She had
brought this incestuous affair on
herself, and she alone would
pay the consequences, she resolved.
What was she going to do
while Jerry was away at school, she had
no idea. She didn't want
to go on as she had, seducing every
young man she could get her
hands on. She sighed, putting it from
her mind. Something would
happen and solve her problem.
Jerry looked at his mother. She
was lying back, relaxed,
her breasts rising and falling with her
deep breathing. He ran
his hand over her tits lovingly. They
were soft now, their
turgid nipples slowly subsiding into
the twin brown aureolae.
She smiled back at him as his hand
caressed her sweat-slick
flesh.
"It was great, Mom, I never knew
how wonderful it could be,"
he admitted. "I think I understand it
now. You just can't help
yourself, can you? And I guess just
one guy isn't enough for
you." He looked at her longingly,
wishing he alone could satisfy
her hunger, but knowing he couldn't.
"No, I guess not," Barbara
admitted. It was a big admission
for her, and contrary to everything she
had previously believed.
Everyday morality dictated that one man
should be sufficient for
one woman, and, until the last few
days, she had believed it.
But now she wasn't too sure that
society was right. Hadn't her
actions proved that she needed almost
constant sex? And what one
man could satisfy that?
"I bet you could go again easy,"
Jerry continued. "If you
want, well, would you like me to get
Steve in here? Maybe the
two of us could keep you happy, for a
while at least." He
frowned, wishing he didn't have to go
back to school.
Barbara's heart leaped. She
couldn't believe her son was
suggesting this solution. "You
wouldn't mind?" she breathed, her
body already tingling at the thought of
taking on the two men.
Why, they can fuck me in the ass and
cunt at the same time, she
thought. She had wanted to try that
since this afternoon, when
Skip and Buddy had used the bottle on
her empty orifice. Imagine
what two cocks could do. She
shuddered.
"Well, I do mind in a way," Jerry
admitted. "But," he got a
mental picture of he and his friend
plowing simultaneously into
his mother's trembling body, "anything
for you. I wouldn't be
jealous--I know you need it!" He
grinned at her, not admitting
even to himself that his prime motive
was a selfish desire.
"Oh, Jerry darling, I love you!
You're so understanding. Go
get your friend," Barbara said
excitedly. "I'd love to have you
both. Of course you'll always be
first," she added comfortingly
as a shadow of doubt crossed her son's
face.
"Okay, Mom," Jerry said, jumping
off the bed, stark naked.
"Just a second. I'll get him!" He
walked out of the room.
Barbara lay back on the bed,
scarcely about to breathe for
excitement. Both of them at once,
doing what I want. God, she
mused, her mind full of lascivious
pictures. She hugged herself
in anticipation, rocking back and forth
on the bed.
|
|
