From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Free Wheeling Barbara (Fm+, slut)[1/9]
Date: 17 Feb 1996 15:23:24 GMT

A partial version of the following was posted under the title Barbara
by Ole Joe. The following seems to be complete, but it lacks any
authorial attribution, which is typical of rdragon posts.

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			     Chapter One

	He had curly blond hair, he was about eighteen years old, and
the look in his eyes told Barbara that the young man had other
thoughts in his minds than the eggs Benedict he was eating. Look how
his tongue curls around the bacon, the woman thought. Like it could
curl around my...

	He stared at her. Then he smiled. A shy, young smile. What was
she thinking of, anyway. How silly! Here she was a mature woman
watching a teenage young man eat his breakfast, getting damp between
her legs as she did, not knowing why, narrowing her eyes in a lust-
filled response to his lewd smile. She hoped Annette didn't notice.
She directed her attention toward her partner, Annette. Her partner.
How foolish that sounded. Oh well.

	No, Annette hadn't noticed. Good.

	Barbara leaned away from her cheese omelet and glared at the
thick slices of French toast buried beneath a mountain of fresh
strawberries and whipped cream on Annette's breakfast plate.

	"That's disgusting, Annette, how can you eat like that? she
said. "Here, I'll help you." And she scooped up a bite, glancing back
at the young man at the other table as she rather obviously rolled it
around on her tongue, lips slightly parted.

	The two women had just finished an eleven-day, 638-mile
bicycle tour down state. In past years they had peddled thousands of
miles together, 150 miles in one stint, 500 in another. They were
already planning a bike tour across Europe that might very well get
them into the Guinness Book of Records. They had both often agreed
that it was their mutual "visions of hotcakes" that made them
dedicated cyclists.

	The two women never allowed themselves breakfast until they
had gone 20 or 25 miles. They had long before agreed, "We'll have to
be starving first, and then we will both agree that it was the best
breakfast we ever ate." And every night they would have the best
shower they ever had. But that seemed to be it. No great sex, just a
great shower.

	The two women had been biking together for years. They had met
four years before when a mutual friend, a real estate agent,
introduced them, saying that, "Annette will be great for you!

	She will help you decorate your home." Annette had, and now
the two houses looked exactly alike.

	Their first long ride together had taken them some twelve
miles, to meet their husbands for dinner at the beach. As they
approached the restaurant Annette had called out, "That's twelve.

	Thirteen is a luckier number!" So the two women circled a car
wash, next to the restaurant, about fifteen times to make up the mile
difference.

	The difference between them, Barbara had finally decided, was
that Annette was a record-breaker idiot. There was something else
about cycling that Barbara loved, screw the records, the distance and
all that. She loved the wind in her hair, her face, the coolness of
it. And her legs pumping, sometimes aching... and she associated that
thought, strangely enough, with sex. The moment of exhaustion was not
unlike the moment of orgasm.

	But then how would Barbara know? She was in her mid-thirties,
and except for a little side-trip of sexual adventure, had never
experienced true sexual 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 - ahh,
there was danger, a much spicier dish than safety.

	Annette had insisted they have their bikes checked out before
each and every trip, and then they would train, leaving home before
5:45 a.m., getting in 12 or 20 miles of vigorous cycling.

	Always, though, they were back before 7:45 in time for Annette
to cook breakfast for her husband. Barbara had become jealous of that.
She had no one except her son Jerry to even think about breakfast for.
And her son Jerry, at this point in his life, anyway, needed a
bicycling mother like he needed a hole in the head.

	But the conditioning had paid off. She was slim, tight of
body, didn't pant, even when cycling up a continuous twenty-five mile
hill. Maybe it had all put her in condition for the very young man who
was to be her first satisfying lover.

	In his arms, she was to forget the challenges of roads that
had no shoulders, logging trucks and sawdust trucks whizzing by, hills
to pump up.

	But, in young Jim's arms, Barbara, a bit late in life,
realized the wonderful 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 new he could
not wait any longer. Suddenly inspired by her lewd gyrations and
wanton pleadings, he decided what his plan of attack would be with the
woman. He wanted to shove his bursting cock up inside her tight little
belly, and he wanted the salacious view of her jouncing breasts and
her lust-contorted face as he did so. There was only one way to do it.

	"Get on top of me!" he commanded, and before Barbara had a
chance to protest or to consent, she felt herself being pulled up over
his passion-fevered loins.

	Her husband had never made love to her this way, and she was
not quite sure of what to do. She stared down with wide wondering
eyes, afraid he was going to do something else that would only satisfy
his own needs instead of giving her the fucking she needed. Her breath
came in quick labored gasps, and she only wished he would put his
penis inside her aching pussy quick! It felt as though her cunt were
on fire, and the spirit of licentious liberation from all inhibitions
drove her to heights of wanton desire which she had never before
known.

	"Like this, baby," explained the youth whose fingers were
clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of her resilient buttocks and
positioning her temptingly small cuntal mouth directly above his
throbbing hardness. A lewd little smile lighted his face as he noted
the half-fearful, half-lustful gleam in her eyes as she stared
greedily down at the size of his penis.

	"Is it big enough?" he asked lecherously, his eyes gleaming.
"This what your hot cunt is needing?"

	Barbara could hardly answer. The sight of his rigid pulsing
flesh rising straight up from his hairy loins to her unprotected pussy
made the lustful woman almost faint with desire. But it's so big, she
thought in terror. It will surely tear me apart. Suddenly her lust was
forgotten in a flood of terror.

	"No!" she gasped. "Stop! Let go of me!"

	Forgotten now, in the moment of truth, were all the other
massive penises that she had thought too big for her. But there was no
stopping now. The panting youth was quite sure that she'd like his big
thick cock well enough once it was firmly ensconced within her
trembling cunt.

	"Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt," he ordered,
too impatient to pay attention to the cock-teasing woman's objections.

	"No!" she wailed. "I can't! I'm afraid! I won't!"

	Oh God in heaven! thought Barbara, he is surely going to tear
me to pieces. But she was helpless against his every wish. Her body
ceased to struggle and strain, and much to her astonishment the
needles of desire and thrills of excitement began again, prurient
flames of eroticism flooding through her loins.

	"Now you put my cock in your pussy and hurry up about it,"
commanded the boy who lay below her, still leering.

	Oh God. How did I ever get in a position like this? But she
obediently reached out her hand and guided his lust-distended hardness
toward the small quivering mouth of her vagina. As she somewhat
gingerly parted her soaked vaginal lips to guide the blunt-nosed shaft
up into the depths of her belly, her earlier passion began to return.

	Unable to wait another second, the lusting youth with the big
penis flicked his muscular hips upward and plunged his aching hardness
deep into her open cunt without thinking whether he was hurting her or
not.

	Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through her impaled body.
The boy's massive thickness was thrust inside her. His mammoth
hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of her stretched cunt.

	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 A 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.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Free Wheeling Barbara  (Fm+, slut)[2/9]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 03:02:20 GMT

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			     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 langorously in the hot afternoon sun
as she tried to decide whether a dip in the pool or a cool drink would
be more refreshing. She was lying in her back yard, letting the sun's
rays bake her as she weighed the pros and cons of this decision. Her
normally quick mind felt sluggish in the heat, and she finally decided
it would be too much effort to do either.

	"If it only weren't so damn hot," she mused. Really, this time
of the year it was too hot to do anything except lie around. She
sighed and turned on her back, wincing as the glare hit her eyes,
feeling the warmth of the sun as an almost physical presence.

	Barbara ran her hands down her body, flicking the sweat away
in large droplets, testing to see if she were sufficiently greased
with suntan lotion. She decided she could use some more, and rolled
over to get the bottle, pouring some in her hand and beginning to
massage it into her body in quick strokes.

	She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn't
dared to wear to the beach - a mere two scraps of cloth around her
generous breasts and hips, scarcely containing their bounty.

	She ran her oiled hand across the tops of her exposed breasts
and shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly and over her firm-
fleshed thighs. The touch of her own hand made her sigh again,
luxuriously, and she wished she could strip off the two tiny pieces of
cloth and offer herself nude to the sun, like some pagan goddess. She
laughed at the thought, wondering what her staid ex-husband or her
present boyfriend would think if they came upon her naked in the back
yard.

	"Of course, it is very private," she mused, playing with the
thought and then rejecting it as too dangerous. "Still, I could lower
my straps." So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck and removed
the straps, baring her chest to the sun, her breasts swelling upward,
only the nipples covered. She ran her hand over her body again,
admiringly, shivering at the sensations her lazy hand evoked. She
squinted around the yard. It was as if she were completely alone in
the world - the heat shimmered in the air, and no sound broke the
stillness of the afternoon. She smiled to herself as her hand
continued its journey over her body, spreading the oil in a thin film
and massaging it deeply into her skin. She lay back and relaxed,
emptying her mind of all but the sensations of her body. Her hand
moved with a will of its own now, caressing her breasts lightly,
rubbing her belly in rounded circles, touching her hips briefly in
passing.

	One finger slipped under the tiny bit of cloth circling her
hips and teasingly touched her pubic hair. Barbara gasped at the
contact, but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give her
hand freer rein. She masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy
the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she could please
herself far better than her ex-husband ever had.

	Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away from the
thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her present lover, who
had not so far gotten up the nerve to do more than kiss her good
night. Except one... her thoughts strayed unwillingly to the one
perfect sexual encounter in her life - an experience that had left her
weak and shaking with release. She tried to stop thinking about him,
but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong and her mind
stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her one-time lover.

	Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away from the
thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her present lover, who
had not so far gotten up the nerve to do more than kiss her good
night. Except one... her thoughts strayed unwillingly to the one
perfect sexual encounter in her life - an experience that had left her
weak and shaking with release. She tried to stop thinking about him,
but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong and her mind
stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her one-time lover. Tanned,
youthful, magnificent young Jim. Oh why haven't you at least phoned
me, Jim? Am I just an old prune that you found interesting for one
lonely night? Is that all I meant to you? So you have your college
co-eds - you told me about them, remember? But don't you see? I love
you, that's the difference. Those young girls can't be to you what I
can be to you! Remember what you said, cuddled in my arms? That you
really didn't know what you would do after you graduated? I can help
you, Jim. Help you do anything you want. Anything you want. Oh, don't
you remember what you wanted to do to me that day? And did. I can
never forget it.

	She remembered how his strong body pumped in even strokes to
enter her roughly, making her writhe and heave under him as she soared
to the pinnacles of desire.

	Remembering, her finger slipped inside her bikini and dug at
her pubes. She moaned and opened her legs, letting the finger slide
into her moist canal. Oblivious to anything but her own recollections
of lust and present need, she fingered herself brutally, hoping to
giver herself the release she needed. Her finger slipped easily into
her cunt, sliding back and forth, around and around, sending twinges
of pleasure through her nerves. Barbara closed her eyes against the
sun, feeling it press against her. It was almost like being fucked by
the sun, she thought in a daze, as her body responded to her finger
and her hips began to buck up and down in the movements of
intercourse. Her lover's face swam before her eyes, behind closed
eyelids. She could see his youthful face, contorted with lust, as he
had plunged into her body, giving her joy that she hadn't known
possible. She had left the next morning and had never seen him again.

	Barbara Anderson mourned her lost lover as she masturbated
frantically in her back yard, her body quaking with remembered lust.
She could feel her orgasm coiling in the pit of her stomach, ready to
explode and flood her. She gritted her teeth and slid another finger
into her bikini, searching for the extended nub of her clitoris. As
she touched it, her body shivered and her cunt poured forth a quantity
of pussy juices, drenching her fucking hand.

	"Oh... fuck... fuck me, Jim... oh... God! Fuck meee... " She
strummed her clitoris with her finger. Waves of heat engulfed her as
her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing the walls, scraping her
insides and making her shudder with orgasm. She bucked against his
hand, imagining it to be her young lover's prick, wishing with all her
heart that it was. She needed a man inside her - a real man, not a
drunken lout like her husband.

	She groaned in dismay, feeling her orgasm subside and
dissipate leaving her strangely empty inside. She had cum - the
physical motions had all been there - but something was missing.

	I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back yard,
her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her cunt. She was
exhausted, drained. With a great effort, she opened her eyes and
squinted around, wondering dazedly what time it was. Her eyes passed
over the husky young man standing in the doorway, then returned. She
stared at him a minute in complete horror, a cold snake of fear
hitting her vitals at the discovery. She wondered feverishly who he
was - for a minute, she thought it was Jim, but it couldn't be... and
he was staring at her so oddly.

	God! she though, he saw me jerking off... stood right there
and watched. Suddenly realizing that her hand was still inside her
pants, she jerked it out as if it burned her and hid it behind her,
childishly.

	"Who... what are you doing here? Who are you?" she managed to
croak, wishing she could hide. It was bad enough to jerk off in your
own yard remembering the past without people coming in to stare at
you!

	She looked at the boy, 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
boy 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 boy approached, feeling a stab of
excitement despite her fear. "I'll scream if you don't leave," she
promised. The boy 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 boy 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
boy 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 boy glanced at her face momentarily and smiled,
then plunged his finger into her pants. She groaned, her resistance
weakening as the boy'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 boy 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 boy 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 cuntlips, 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 would have thought a boy this age would
have an immature pecker, but this one. 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 boy 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
cockhead 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 cuntlips, 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 boy'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 jizm 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.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Freewheeling Barbara (Fm+, slut)[3/9]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 03:02:55 GMT

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			    Chapter Three

	"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 jizm.

	"Wow! What a fuck," he muttered, feeling the frantic need
leave his body as his prick softened inside her.

	Barbara lay still, clasping the boy to her. She could still
feel his cock inside her, soaking in her. She didn't want to move.
She wanted to lie here forever, the glow of being well fucked
pervading her body, the boy's prick still in her. She sighed gently as
reality invaded her mind... she looked around and gasped. Here she
was, in the back yard in broad daylight, stark naked, clasping an
equally naked body in her arms. Anybody could see her, could come in
like he had!

	"Oh!" she cried sharply. "Get up! Get off me!" She squirmed
under him, trying to push his heavy body from her.

	"Hey, what's wrong?" the boy 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 boy to her, not push him away! She sighed langorously as
his tongue licked her belly in swirling circles, and a hot flutter of
desire made her legs open in anticipation.

	He was going to lick her, he was going to lick her cunt!
Barbara moaned in lust as his raspy tongue dipped lower. She had only
had her cunt eaten once or twice - and only after begging her husband.
And this boy was going to do it now. He didn't need any urging. In
fact, he was forcing her to lie still so that he could administer the
tongue lashing! He paused between her widespread legs and she could
feel his cool breath on the hot lips of her cunt.

	"Don't stop! Please - don't stop," she moaned, raising her
hips so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face, trying to
urge him to hurry.

	"Oh, I won't," promised Skip, gently opening the lips with his
fingers and letting his breath play over her. "This is gonna be great,
eating... I won't stop!" He held her twat open wide, staring into the
red-lined interior, watching the tiny entrance to her vagina open and
close. "Wow!" he said. He had never seen a cunt like this one, so
fully developed. The pussies of his young girl friends were just slick
little pink slits, nothing like this! He feasted his eyes on the
luxuriant growth of pubic hair, curling in reddish swirls over her
snatch and down between her legs, almost concealing the fat lips of
her cunt, which were dark red with lust.

	As he watched, the whole cunt moved and a drop of moisture
oozed from the pulsing hole. He dropped his head and covered the whole
vulva with his mouth, sucking in like a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw
out more the fluid.

	"Oh God!" Barbara muttered through clenched teeth. The waiting
had been almost unendurable - she had thought he would never start.
"Suck it. Stick your tongue in... honey," she sobbed, feeling the
familiar darts of lust tear at her vitals. "I need it... stick your
tongue in there. I want it!"

	Skip was in no real hurry. He was thoroughly enjoying this.
His cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg as he tasted the
pungent juices. He felt a great surge of power as he excited this
older woman with his tongue, making her beg for it. He wanted her
screaming and moaning under his mouth... then he would give his
throbbing cock some release. He was going to shove it in her throat
and make her suck him, too! He groaned at the thought of sliding into
her wet mouth and redoubled his efforts at her crotch. He nipped
gently with his teeth at the engorged nub of her clitoris and ran his
tongue up and down the length of her slit.

	Barbara squealed as his tongue hit her clit, sending waves of
pleasure through her. She bucked her hips against his face, trying to
engulf his whole mouth, trying to force his tongue into her. She could
hardly believe the feelings that shot through her. She was on fire,
her whole body churning and quaking with lust.

	"Eat me, harder, stick it in there!" she moaned, her head
thrashing from side to side, her hips undulating under his face.

	She smashed her pussy into his mouth, her juices filling his
mouth and running down his chin. He slurped and gulped noisily,
draining her dry as fast as she could secrete. He reached up with both
hands and grasped her tits, squeezing the mounds of flesh between his
fingers, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. At the
touch, Barbara shook all over, threads of fire radiating from her
nipples throughout her body.

	"I'm going crazy. I can't stand it. Eat me, honey, stick your
tongue in there, make me cum!" Barbara screamed, no longer caring if
anyone could hear or not. Her whole being was concentrated in the
patch between her legs. Her vagina was a hungry demanding hole, aching
for release. Suddenly she felt a wild urge to take him in her mouth -
to suck him as he was sucking her, to feel his hard dick filling her
throat. "Cock - gimme cock," she mumbled. "Stick it in my mouth - I
want your hot dick in my mouth!"

	Skip grinned as the lewd words burst from the woman's mouth.
He had her now. She would do anything he asked, anything at all to
keep his tongue in her hot box, whipping her to orgasm. "Sure, lady,"
he mumbled through a mouthful of cunt. "Anything you say." He swung
his body lithely on top of her, positioning his rampant cock over her
mouth. "Go to it - gimme some head," he commanded, lifting his mouth
for a minute, then plunging again into the swampy marsh of her pussy.

	Barbara eagerly grasped the shaft of the pulsing cock,
bringing it to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over the
head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit, then
sliding it under the lip of the cap, hitting the most sensitive
nerves. She felt his legs tremble as she licked the sensitive head,
swirling her tongue around and around, and smiled to herself. The feel
of his dick in her mouth intensified her pleasure. She could feel his
mouth gnawing at her cunt with even more intensity. She was being
filled at both ends, fucked in the mouth and cunt, and her body
quivered with pre-orgasmic shivers.

	As she let the head of his penis slip between her lips, she
felt his tongue finally enter her vaginal canal. It lashed at the
walls, boring into her like a drill, opening her insides, licking up
every drop of fluid. She fucked her hips against it. She wished she
had a thousand openings, and they were all filled with cock or tongue!

	She sucked in more of his dick, relaxing her throat muscles to
let him probe more deeply. As her lips inched greedily on his shaft,
swallowing more and more of the turgid length. Skip tried to hold
back. He tried not shove forward. He wanted her to take it in herself,
but finally it was too much, and, with a strangled cry, he buried
himself to the hilt in her throat.

	Barbara gagged as his cock hit the tender muscles of her
throat, then relaxed and sucked greedily on the stick. She was in a
dream of lust now, her body pinioned beneath his, her secret places
invaded by his lashing tongue.

	As his penis slid in and out of her throat, she reached up and
caught his balls in her hands, squeezing gently, rubbing the base of
his root with her thumb. She could feel the cum in his balls, making
them hard as marbles inside their wrinkled sac. She held them gently,
stirring them. Her slobber wet his cock and ran over her chin and down
her neck. She swallowed and gulped, trying not to choke as his cock
battered into her throat. She could feel orgasm bubbling in her. She
rubbed her cunt into his face, mutely urging him to suck harder, to
bring her cum.

	Skip did. His face was buried in her cunt. He could hardly
breathe through the overwhelming odor of excited pussy... and he loved
it! He loved the way her cunt grabbed at his tongue, trying to pull it
in deeper. He loved the smell, the taste of pussy cum, and he sucked
even harder, drawing it all in his mouth. His teeth clamped on her
clitoris and he began strumming the excited organ with his tongue,
clasping it firmly when it tried to retreat into its sheath. Barbara
churned against him.

	He slipped one hand under her bucking ass and searched for her
asshole. She tensed as she realized what he was going to do, then
relaxed as feeling swept her. She didn't care... she had never had her
asshole violated, but she didn't care! She wanted his finger in there!
She took a deep breath around his penis and began probing for his
asshole, too. At the same time both fingers found their marks.

	As his digit invaded her tiny shithole, hers shot up his ass!
She gasped as the new sensation hit her - it felt like a tiny red hot
poker was reaming her out, stabbing into her vitals!

	She groaned and rammed her finger up him to the knuckle,
turning it from side to side, screwing his ass! She gobbled his prick,
feeling it harden between her lips, swelling as his cum threatened to
burst. She drew her lips over her teeth, making a ridge, and jacked up
and down the length of his shaft, twirling her tongue over the head on
each stroke. She knew he was very near orgasm now. She gulped eagerly,
wanting to feel the hot flood of his sperm in her throat.

	Skip pounded into her mouth, his mind a blur of intense
feeling. Her finger in his shithole massaged his prostate, sending
sharp twinges of desire through him. He could feel her other hand
cupping his balls, squeezing them gently, urging his cum. He stuck his
tongue full length up her vaginal canal, wanting to bring her off at
the same time. He could feel her legs clamped around his neck in a
stranglehold, and he knew by the way they were shaking that her orgasm
was near. He caught her jumping clitoris between his teeth and bit
down fairly hard. Ordinarily this would cause pain, but at this point
it merely added to her lust, hastening her cum.

	Come on, baby, he thought. Cum in my fucking face, I can't
hold off much longer. Come on... let me taste you cum! He stabbed his
finger in and out of her ass.

	Barbara felt herself cumming. The waves of orgasm swept over
her, making her shake and shudder. Her pussy convulsed, sending forth
a thick stream of cunt juice, filling the boy's mouth with her cum.
She bucked against him, her body gone berserk with passion. Her mouth
clamped on his prick, and she sucked with all her might. She needed
his semen flooding her mouth. She knew she would spasm even harder
when his jizm 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 boy 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
jizm 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.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Free Wheeling Barbara  (Fm+, slut)[4/9]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 03:05:40 GMT

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			    Chapter Four

	"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 eighteen next week! And here I was with a boy
almost 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 spreadeagled 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 or 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 grey-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...

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Freewheeling Barbara (Fm+, slut)[5/9]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 03:05:53 GMT

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			    Chapter Five

	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 almost 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
teenagers! "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 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 atremble 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."

	"Goodnight," 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!" The boy 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...

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Free Wheeling Barbara (Fm+, slut)[6/9]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 03:07:02 GMT

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			     Chapter Six

	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 the boy 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. No 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 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 - 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 boy 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.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Free Wheeling Barbara (Fm+, slut)[7/9]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 03:07:04 GMT

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			    Chapter Seven

	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.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Free Wheeling Barbara (Fm+, slut)[8/9]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 03:08:00 GMT

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			    Chapter Eight

	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
unselfconsciously.

	"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 asscheeks, bringing her against him, his
fingers probing her twat from behind. His fingers played with her
puffy cuntlips, 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 jizm 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
areoles. "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 boys 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.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Free Wheeling Barbara (Fm+, slut)[9/9]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 03:09:50 GMT

		 Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
			    Chapter Nine

	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 jizm 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 cocksucker, 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 boy
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 dextrous 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 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 asscheeks 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 goodbye." 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. He wasn't as wrung out as the other two, and he
wondered if he could get Barbara to stop off and blow him before she
went home. He looked at her. She was exhausted, but she smiled at him
and winked, as if reading his mind.