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Freewheeling Barbara toys with boys #5
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Chapter Five - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
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 valiently 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 entranceway to her bowels and
pressed gently. The head slipped halfway in, stretching the
membranes and causing her to moan feebly and squirm in pain.
"Hold still!" he repeated, taking a firm grip on her and pushing
forward. The head of his prick slipped inside the distended
hole, opening the ring of sphincter muscles for entrance. Skip
felt the tight ring of muscles clamp against his prick and he
almost came on the spot from the exciting pressure. He gritted
his teeth and shoved mightily. His dick thrust into the virgin
asshole, tearing the membranes with a burst. He slumped against
her, his cock buried in her asshole, his balls crushed against
her ass, and rested a moment, soaking in the dark warmth. It was
a lot hotter and tighter than any cunt he'd ever been in, and dry
too! He moved slightly, then pulled out a ways and began pumping
into her.
Barbara stayed perfectly still. The pain was unbearable. She
could feel the entire length of his cock inside her bowels like a
red hot poker. Her whole ass was on fire, she could feel the
battered muscles contorting with pain as he pumped steadily into
her. He's killing me, she thought. She groaned loudly as pain
lanced through her bowels, making her feel violently sick.
I deserve it - this is my punishment - i deserve to be treated
like this, her mind chanted to her.
"Move it!" Skip snapped suddenly. "You know how. Move your
ass up and down, baby, so I can get all the way in you!" He slid
one hand beneath her and groped for her sticky cunt, thrusting
his finger into her. In and out. In and out. His finger kept
perfect time with his cock and Barbara was surprised to find the
pain receding as the pleasure radiated from her cunt. Suddenly,
she wanted him to fuck her ass. The feelings his cock evoked
were exciting beyond belief! She moved her hips tentatively at
first, then boldly, pushing his prong into her depths.
"That's it! Shake your ass!" Skip cried exultantly as the
movement transmitted to his pecker. Her ass muscles were sucking
at him now, pulling him deeply into her hot dry shithole,
squeezing the head of his dick until he felt his balls would
burst. His balls smashed against her ass with each stroke,
squishing in the moisture that dripped from her excited twat.
"Oooo, yes, fuck my ass! Shit, baby, ram it home and ream me
out!" Barbara cried, bucking her ass up and down, then whirling
it in circles, screwing herself onto his pole. "Cram me full of
cock. Give it to me! Harder! Fuck me harder! Stick your hand
in my cunt, give it to me!"
Skip smiled grimly and continued to thrust strongly into the
bouncing ass. "I knew you'd like it!" he crowed. "You love it,
don'tcha? You love me fucking your ass! Yeah, move it! Clench
your muscles. Use your ass to make me cum. Move it good. So
good, hot mother. Good fucking," he cried. He could feel his
cum burning in the pit of his stomach and he clutched at the
slippery flesh of her posterior with trembling fingers, one hand
still buried deep in her twat. He could tell she was cumming,
too - he juices spurting over his hand and drenched his balls.
"Yeah, I'm gonna cum in your fucking ass!" he cried.
Barbara tensed at his words. She wanted to feel the hot flow
of semen flood her battered asshole. She moved wildly under him,
her tits bouncing, her cunt gripping his hand. She felt her ass
suck at his pounding cock. She squeezed her muscles and felt the
rigid flesh of his prick swell and grow hotter as he gave one
last heave and wedged himself firmly in her ass. His balls
tightened and burst, sending spurt after spurt of hot semen into
the dark recesses of her bowels, spattering the dry walls of her
bunghole with thick white cream. She shuddered beneath him, her
orgasm overtaking her at the same moment, her cunt convulsing and
gushing onto his digging hand. She could feel his pecker still
spitting inside her ass, softening now and slipping out. Her ass
muscles grabbed at it futilely, trying to keep it inside her, but
it slipped out and the boy rolled sideways onto his back.
Barbara stayed on her hands and knees, her ass stuck in the air,
gobs of sperm dripping from her asshole and running down the
backs of her legs. She was too weak to move. Her ravaged rear
throbbed dully, but her cunt was satisfied for a time. But she
still wanted something in there. Something good and hard in her
twat. She thought suddenly of Jerry's pictures, the one of the
woman being screwed in the ass while she sucked another guy off.
She wondered if the guy in her mouth had transferred to her cunt
after the cock finished in her ass. And she wondered how it
would feel to be screwed in the front and back at the same time.
As she realized what she was thinking, she moaned. One isn't
enough for you? You're damn lucky you got this, she told
herself, quelling her perverted thought. This is bad enough -
picking up a delivery boy to fuck you so you won't think about
fucking your son. And now thinking about that! You're evil,
wicked!
"You okay?" Skip asked rolling over and looking at her. She
hadn't moved. He hoped that he hadn't hurt her - he had smashed
into her awfully hard. "Hey - say something."
Barbara shivered as his hand stroked her ass. She rolled over
and faced him, saying in a small voice, "Do you think you could
get hard again and screw me in my cunt?"
Skip stared at her, his mouth open. Here he had thought he had
ruptured her ass and she wanted more! He grinned admiringly.
"Sure, lady, anything you want!" He laughed in relief. "you'll
have to suck it to a stand though. I can't get it up alone." He
laughed again with all the assurance of a youth who knew he had
years of fucking before him. He felt like he could screw her all
day and night and never get tired. She was far and away the best
piece of tail he'd had in his young life.
Barbara scrambled to him, wincing as her still painful ass
touched the ground. She knelt before him and lifted his limp
prick with one hand. "While I blow you, why don't you tell me
about some of the other women you've screwed," Barbara asked,
knowing the recollections would hurry his erection. And besides,
she had a perverse desire to hear of his sexual encounters. She
had never imagined a man so young would be so experienced. He
was only a year older than her son, and Jerry was obviously a
virgin. She shuddered at the thought of her lust for her son,
and continued hastily. "Tell me about your first time ... tell
me all about your girl friends," she urged hotly. "I'll suck you
off while you tell me, and then you can fuck my cunt!"
"Well," Skip began slowly. "I've never had a chick like you -
that's for sure. You're really outasight! A far out fucking
lady!" He ran his fingers through her hair possessively.
"Tell me about your other girls," Barbara urged, lowering her
head to his groin and licking around the base of his penis. She
cleaned his pole thoroughly, from the root to the tip, licking
daintily along the whole surface. She was gratified to notice
that it was swelling slightly, hardening under her tongue.
"Okay. Well, my first time was when I was a kid. I was always
big for my age, a lot bigger than the other boys. I started
playing with myself when I was about nine, but it was a while
before I got into a real cunt! My sister is a couple of years
older than me. I used to watch her undress at night through the
keyhole and then jerk off afterward.
"Anyhow, one night she had a girl friend spend the night with
her, and I was watching them. They didn't do anything for a long
time, just sat around and yakked, and I was getting tired of
waiting, when my sister started to undress. She and her friends
had been talking about boys at school - what kind of girls they
went for and all - and my sister pulled off her clothes and
pointed out her tits and ass to her friend, laughing as she
described how the boys had played with her tits and cunt! She
rubbed her little titties until they stood straight up and pulled
her cunt open and showed it to her friend. The other girl
stripped, too. She was older than my sister, and her body was
fully developed. She had big sized tits that swing when she
walked and a real bush of hair on her twat! You better believe I
was one horny kid, watching all that action! I started jerking
off right there in the hallway - and my parents were both gone,
so I didn't have to worry about them. Anyhow, I stood there in
the hallway, my eye glued to the keyhole, my hand jerking at my
pud! I watched those two girls compare tits and cunts, holding
up each other's tits to feel the weight, running there fingers in
and out of each other's cunts. Finally I realized they had
stopped playing. They were kissing each other right on the
mouth, mashing their breasts together, squishing their cunts
together! I had never imagined girls doing that. I couldn't
believe it! But it was great - wow, it was fucking fantastic! I
was about to cum all over the door, just from watching those two
chicks get it on! They went into a sixty-nine. I didn't know
what it was called then - but it looked like great fun. They
mouthed away at each other's twats, slurping up the juices. It
was really far out watching that blonde head ramming into the
dark cunt, and the other way, too." His voice trailed off in a
stream of remembrance.
"Well, then what happened?" Barbara asked impatiently, raising
her head from his cock. It had gotten completely stiff during
the telling of his story, and Barbara chewed on the tip gently as
she waited for him to continue. Her twat was steaming now,
aroused by the picture of the two girls. She wanted to hear the
end of the story!
"Oh, just keep sucking, honey. I'll try to make it short so we
can get down to business. Anyhow, I must've been puffing like a
steam engine on the other side of the door, because my sister
raised her head from her friend's steaming crotch and listened.
I couldn't stop, I was grunting with my cum. I was just about to
shoot, and I couldn't move! I kept jacking off, hoping my sister
wouldn't come to the door, but I was helpless to stop! She got
up and opened the door just as I blew my nuts! All over her!
She just stood there staring at me, my sperm splattering against
her! I was really scared, man! I didn't know what to do! She
laughed ... and then took me by the hand and led me into the
room. 'Look what I found!' she told her friend. 'My little
bother, all grown up!' She pulled my hand and gently to me to
the bed.
" 'God!' her friend said. 'How old is he? It's a big one.'
She reached out and grabbed my pecker. It was almost five
inches, and she rolled it in her hand. 'Do you like to watch
girls?' she asked gently."
"I stammered out something. I couldn't believe the whole
thing. Anyhow, she took my little prick in her mouth and gave me
my first sucking. It stood right up and she giggled as she
asked my sister if she thought I was ready to fuck! And my
sister helped her. She guided me into that hole, placing my
legs, positioning me atop her friend. Once I was there I knew
what to do! It was like second nature. I poked in and out of
her. I must've gone five strokes before I shot my wad!" He
laughed, remembering his wild excitement at the feel of a cunt
engulfing his prick. "Anyhow, they taught me a lot, the two of
them! I fucked that chick once a week for a couple of years, and
then she moved away. And my sis - she'd never let me cum in her
cunt, but she taught me how to eat a pussy, and she blew me
whenever I wanted! I guess I was lucky, getting an early start
like that. I'll always remember that broad ..." He was silent.
Barbara thrust down a surge of jealousy. She should be
grateful for that girl, teaching her lover all that. Why, he was
as experienced as a grown man and had the resilience of youth
besides! His young prick stood at full attention now as she
bobbed her head up and down on it. Her pussy was dripping wet
with excitement, wanting to be filled. She raised her head and
said hoarsely, "Fuck me, Skip ... get on me and stick it in my
cunt!" She lay back in the sand, opening her legs to welcome
him.
Skip poised himself before her, kneeling between her out-spread
thighs. He looked at her wet, glistening cunt and licked his
lips, remembering the salty taste of her cum juice. He stroked
his hand up and down the length of his pecker.
"Hurry up, I can't stand it," Barbara moaned, raising her hips
to him. Her whole body was a mass of trembling, quivering
nerves. The sand rasped against her backside, which was still
sore from the 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 cuntlips, relishing her moan of excitement.
He was unbearably excited himself, but he wanted to prolong the
the time before he plunged into her hot box as long as he could,
until he couldn't stand it any more. A drop of pre-cum oozed
from the head of his prick and slid over the engorged surface,
glistening in the sun. "Tell me what you want. Tell me just how
you like it," he repeated, his eyes running over her firm body
that lay so abjectly before him.
"Oh, please, fuck my cunt, Skip! Stick your big hard dick into
my pussy and screw me! God, how I want it! Poke me, ram me,
please! Put it in my cunt and twist it around and screw me into
the sand. Ohhhh, I can't stand it! I'll die from wanting you!"
Barbara cried wildly, her lewd words exciting her further. Her
hands crept up and massaged her tits, squeezing her nipples
between her fingers until they almost popped. A thin sheen of
sweat gleamed on the tanned surface of her body now, compounded
of heat and lust. She arched her body up, presenting her cunt to
Skip's fascinated gaze, and executing a series of slow bumps and
grinds, simulating the sex act, urging himself to bury himself in
her twat, "Please ... stick it in there."
"What?" Skip asked innocently. He was enjoying himself. This
was almost as good as the actual screwing - watching a beautiful
woman flaunt her pussy at your eyes, begging you to enter her!
"What do you want in your cunt, baby?"
"Stick your finger in there ... cram your goddamn hand in my
pussy!" Barbara almost screamed. "Get it all hot and juicy and
then give me your cock!"
Skip grinned. It already looked pretty juicy to him, but he
was willing to play around a little longer, until the urge to
fuck drove everything else from his mind. He put two fingers
stiffly together and jammed them into her steamy box, sinking
through the hot flesh and churning around. "Is that good?" he
asked, breathing heavily as he watched his fingers fuck her twat.
He flicked the clitoris with his thumb and smiled at the tremor
that went through her. Her skin rippled under its thin coating
of sweat as she hunched frantically against his fingers. "How do
you like that, baby? Do you like me finger-fucking your snatch?"
Skip muttered to her.
Barbara looked down past her breasts to the hairy mound of her
cunt, watching his fingers dig in and out. Her hips moved
furiously against the fucking hand as he drew it out. Her hips
moved furiously against the fucking hand as she tried to get more
of his hand inside her. She felt like her cunt was a mile wide
and could take anything! She sucked her muscles around his
fingers and bore down with all her strength. She couldn't
believe the sensations that were flooding her with every stroke
of his arm. She quivered and bucked with lustful tremors, her
pussy gushing lubrication around his hand. "Put your whole hand
in. Fuck me with your arm, cram it in there!" she cried.
Skip hesitated. He had never heard of putting a whole hand
inside a woman's cunt. Surely it was way too big! He hooked his
fingers inside and stretched the walls experimentally. They
stretched around his probing digit accommodatingly. He shrugged.
He was willing to try anything ... and if she thought she could
take it ... Carefully he inserted another finger alongside the
two already in her steamy hole. She moaned slightly, but didn't
stop the tempo of her hips. He drew his hand out and bunched his
little finger with the others and rammed it again into her.
"That good?" he breathed, watching her cunt stretch in
fascination.
"Oooohhhh! Yes! Yes, darling, give it to me! Put your fist
in my cunt! Fist-fuck me! I want it, God, I want it!" Barbara
bucked against him. Her cunt was stretched to the limit now -
crazily she wondered how far it would go before it ripped. She
didn't care, she wanted him to put his whole fist inside her.
The depravity of the action further stimulated her. She could
see him between her legs, his four fingers stiffly extended,
pumping in and out of her. She wanted to feel his hand - to
clamp down on his wrist with her cunt! "Go on, please, your
fist," she whimpered.
"Okay, lady, you asked for it," Skip laughed. The novelty of
the scene was getting to him, turning him on immeasurably. He
doubled his thumb under his other fingers and thrust into her
warm crotch, twisting his wrist as he drove in so that his entire
fist slid through the muscles surrounding her vaginal canal. And
he was in! He flexed his fingers carefully inside the tight
passageway - the slick walls of her cunt vibrated beneath his
fingertips and clutched wildly at his hand. "Feel it? I've got
my fist in your cunt!" he whispered hoarsely. He pulled out
slightly and began stroking her with quick jabs of his arm.
Barbara had tensed as he sought entry to her hole, and forced
herself to relax so he could get in. She hadn't really thought
it possible - but it had happened - he was in her up to the
wrist! She could feel each one of his fingers like it was a
separate cock, probing and bunching at the entrance of her womb.
With a loud cry, she arched her back and drove her hips at him,
forcing his hand as far as it would go. She felt a frantic wave
of orgasm come crashing around her. Her legs went limp, her body
quaked as she pounded against his fist. She could feel every
part of her body, in her ears a dull roaring drowned out the
sound of her screaming, her eyes blurred and shards of color
danced before them.
"I'm cummmmmiinnnggg!" she squealed. "All over your hand, oh
God, I'm cumming! Help me! Stop! Stop! It's too much! I
can't stand it!" As she shuddered through her orgasm, Skip
withdrew his hand slowly ... her cunt made a squishing noise as
he pulled out. As folds slipped together and returned to normal
size he stared at his hand again in amazement. It was unreal
that he had had his fist inside that tiny hole. He looked down
at his prick. It was standing straight up and pulsing furiously
- he could see the blood flowing in the enlarged veins that stood
out all over the surface.
He brought his cock to the still dripping hole and pressed in
gently, feeling the puffy flesh give under his pressure. "Ready
for it now, baby?" he murmured. "Ready for some fucking? I'm
gonna really give it to ya. I know you can take it now," he
promised.
Barbara shivered as the smooth head of his cock probed her
cunt. She had been really turned on by the fist fuck. The
novelty and the wildness of it had made her cum violently, but
there was nothing like the feel of a hard cock cleaving her
opening! She smiled lasciviously at him and opened her legs even
wider, giving him a perfect target. "Yeah, I'm ready!" she
answered, matching his tone. "Give it to me - hard and fast,
lover! Fuck me like I was meant to be fucked. Ram it into my
cunt! I'm waiting for you. My pussy's begging for it. Give it
to me!" She drew in her breath and held it as he stirred in her
outer chambers, then let out in a whoosh as he plunged suddenly
into her depths. Her flesh parted easily under his thrust, but
closed around his prick with the tenacity of rubber, enclosing
him in a vise of sticky flesh.
"God! It's still tight!" he grunted wonderingly as he felt the
action of her muscles. He had thought his fist might have
stretched her beyond repair, but her resilient cunt snapped back
into action like a spring. He fucked in and out of her cuntal
hole, feeling his balls squish against her ass with each stroke.
Her legs were wrapped around his back and he suddenly raised them
around his neck, pulling her almost straight up against his
prick. Her arms were tight around his neck, too. He held her
bent double against him as he drove into her.
Barbara could hardly move in this position, but that didn't
matter as his prick hit new depths plumbing her canal to the
bottom. He thrust into her like a pile driver, in mighty lunges.
With every blow of his prong Barbara shuddered violently, her
cunt clutching at his smooth rod. She could feel him all the way
in her stomach. It felt like he was fucking her guts! She
tightened her legs and arms around his neck and shook and
shuddered under his pumping penis, feeling her orgasm begin to
sweep her in a series of undulating waves, each one higher than
the one before. She was being buffeted by a sea of lust. Her
body rolled with the waves and surfaced, then rolled off again in
a crashing peak.
"O - uh - uh - uh! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! Oh ... God, I'm
cumming again! Harder ... don't stop ... fuck me! Give it to
me! Cum in me - I WANT YOUR CUM: PLEASE ... I'M CUMMING AGAIN,
FUCK ME!!" she screamed, not knowing or caring what she said or
did.
Skip gritted his teeth and hung onto the convulsing body
beneath him, never ceasing his relentless plunges into her
spasming flesh. He knew she was gripped in a series of multiple
orgasms. He could feel her cunt clasping and unclasping on his
prick as she flopped like a fish impaled on a spear. He loved
fucking her - he loved the fantastic action of her active pussy
on his cock, the smooth movement of her hips beneath his changing
to the jerks of orgasm.
"Get ready ... I'm cumming," he warned. "Hold on. NNOW!
FEEL IT! JESUS! I'M CUMMING, BABY!" he screamed at her, forcing
himself fully into her, grinding and twisting his prick into her
cunt. It swelled even larger and grew even more sensitive. He
could feel every tremor of her cunt through the nerves in the
head. He twisted and turned into her cunt, and then he was
spurting. A flood of semen burst from the head of his cock,
shooting from his balls through his prick to splatter into
Barbara's twat, filling her canal with hot semen.
"AAAggghhh!!" Barbara squealed as the hot column of sperm
flooded her sensitive cunt. She could feel it gushing into her,
burning hot on the walls of her cunt, filling her to overflowing,
running out of her slot and down her thighs. She hadn't thought
there was that much sperm in the world, she thought crazily as
Skip pumped weakly against her, flinging out his last drops of
semen. Her cunt sucked hungrily at his softening prick, milking
his balls for every ounce of cum. She shuddered against him a
final time as the last of her orgasm fluttered through her. Her
legs slid down his back and she lay back flat on the ground, her
eyes closed, a beatific smile on her face. Skip slumped beside
her, his head on his arms. He was exhausted - the last two fucks
had really taken it out of him. He laughed weakly, glancing at
her sperm-coated thighs, realizing how much it had taken out of
him!
"Goddamn great fucking," Skip muttered. "You really know how
to ball. You're the best piece of ass I've ever had, no shit!"
He meant every word. He had been with some horny chicks after
his start with his sister and her friend - but never had he had a
grown woman at the peak of her desires! He shook his head. No
wonder they always said an older woman was the best lay! He
wondered how the hell a guy her age would keep up with her. He
was wearing out, and he was only eighteen! A very experienced
and mature eighteen, but still a young boy with supposedly
endless sexual prowess. He sighed. He knew he could bring her
off again and again ... with his tongue, his hands and his cock,
but he didn't want to wear himself out completely! He figured
she could take on another guy easy. Hell, she could probably
take on an army and come back for more! He felt the thrill of
pride in his insatiable mistress. He was proud of her raging
appetite as well as her luscious body. If he had realized that
it was he who had unlocked her lust and brought forth her
insatiable appetite, he would have been prouder still. But he
didn't know that until yesterday she had been a frigid woman,
frozen by her uncaring husband and inept lover. He had come
along at exactly the right time and opened a new world to her.
Barbara lay flat on the sand, her body glowing with the warmth
that only comes from being well-fucked. She reached for Skip's
hand and held it. Whatever happened, whatever she did because of
her new emotions, she would always be grateful to him for showing
her how it felt to be a woman. She had found sexual release and
satisfaction now. It remained for her to learn to control her
desires.
For a woman of thirty-five, at the height of her sexual
potential, to suddenly come from the cavern of frigidity into the
white hot light of sensuality was a little too extreme - her mind
had to catch up to her body. She knew that she wanted sex
constantly now. She had been deprived too long, and her body was
making up for lost time. She smiled at her young lover, studying
him covertly, reveling in the sleek beauty of his firm bronze
limbs, wishing he were hard again and could fuck her some more.
She needed to be fucked steadily for a week, she thought to
herself, smiling. If Jason could see me now ... or my ex-
husband, she mused. Perhaps if her husband had taken the time to
indoctrinate her into sex, to lead her along until she was ready
for this. She shook her head violently. There was no use
mourning the past and what might have been! She was here, now,
she was lucky enough to have been awakened before it was too
late, and she meant to make the most of her awakening.
She would do everything she could to satisfy her appetite and
to keep at bay her incestuous desires for her son! Because she
knew that was wrong. Every moral scruple cried against it. She
was afraid of incest to the fibers of her being. She had to get
completely fucked out before she went home. She couldn't have a
repeat of the scene in her pool. She needed more fucking. Every
day until he left at the end of the week.
As if he read her mind, Skip turned to her. "You're a
fantastic lady," he murmured. "Really far out. I just had a
great idea. You might like it. Well, I have a friend who lives
right down the beach. He's a little older than me, and I hang
out there once in a while. What say we buzz over and take a
shower and rest a while? This sun's hot as shit!" He grinned at
her engagingly, watching her reaction. He wanted to show her off
to Buddy. Buddy really dug older chicks. He was always bragging
about the ones he'd had and how they could fuck circles around
teenyboppers. Maybe they could all get it on. Skip would love
to see Buddy's face when he walked in with this fantastic lady.
They could smoke a little - relax. Who knows what might happen
then? He shivered slightly as a picture flitted through his
mind, Barbara blowing him and taking Buddy in her cunt at the
same time.
"Well, if you're sure he won't mind us busting in like this,"
Barbara said warily. She didn't know if she wanted to meet
another guy or not. Maybe he'd laugh at her for being over
thirty!
Her doubt must have shown on her face because Skip laughed and
stroked her hair. "He'll love you. Really! Any guy would.
You're a really beautiful lady! Come on and get dressed. Wipe
off some of the cum if you can - aw shit! We need a towel to get
all this! I must have cum a bucketful!"
Laughing, the two dressed their sticky bodies in their sandy
clothes and piled in the car, Barbara driving.
"Where to?"
"Just go out the way we came in and turn left. He lives about
a mile down," Skip said. He leaned back in the seat, letting the
wind ruffle his long hair. He gazed appreciatively at his
mistress. She looked even more beautiful with her red hair
tangled and full of sand and her cheeks flushed with sun and
loving that she had before. He leaned back, admiring the pretty
picture she made as she laughed happily at him.
"I don't even remember how we got here," she giggled. "I was
so hot for you I couldn't see straight!" She looked at him
fondly, her heart full of satisfaction and her mind filled with
plans.
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