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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 fullfillment. 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 exhileration 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.
Chapter Two – Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
The morning practice ride with Annette had been uneventful. No,
it had been boring. They only did six miles, because Annette’s
husband had to leave early, some meeting or something.
Barbara did not listen as Annette had given her the details.
They had passed numerous youths on their way to school as they
peddled along. She thought many things to herself, but said
nothing to Annette. Once at home, she slipped into her swim suit
and jumped into the pool. That seemed to cleanse her of the lewd
thoughts that had controlled her mind during their entire ride.
Barbara Anderson squirmed langorously in the hot afternoon sun as
she tried to decide whether a dip in the pool or a cool drink
would be more refreshing. She was lying in her back yard,
letting the sun’s rays bake her as she weighed the pros and cons
of this decision. Her normally quick mind felt sluggish in the
heat, and she finally decided it would be too much effort to do
either.
“If it only weren’t so damn hot,” she mused. Really, this time
of the year it was too hot to do anything except lie around. She
sighed and turned on her back, wincing as the glare hit her eyes,
feeling the warmth of the sun as an almost physical presence.
Barbara ran her hands down her body, flicking the sweat away in
large droplets, testing to see if she were sufficiently greased
with suntan lotion. She decided she could use some more, and
rolled over to get the bottle, pouring some in her hand and
beginning to massage it into her body in quick strokes.
She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn’t
dared to wear to the beach – a mere two scraps of cloth around
her generous breasts and hips, scarcely containing their bounty.
She ran her oiled hand across the tops of her exposed breasts and
shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly and over her firm-
fleshed thighs. The touch of her own hand made her sigh again,
luxuriously, and she wished she could strip off the two tiny
pieces of cloth and offer herself nude to the sun, like some
pagan goddess. She laughed at the thought, wondering what her
staid ex-husband or her present boyfriend would think if they
came upon her naked in the back yard.
“Of course, it is very private,” she mused, playing with the
thought and then rejecting it as too dangerous. “Still, I could
lower my straps.” So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck
and removed the straps, baring her chest to the sun, her breasts
swelling upward, only the nipples covered. She ran her hand over
her body again, admiringly, shivering at the sensations her lazy
hand evoked. She squinted around the yard. It was as if she
were completely alone in the world – the heat shimmered in the
air, and no sound broke the stillness of the afternoon. She
smiled to herself as her hand continued its journey over her
body, spreading the oil in a thin film and massaging it deeply
into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying her mind of
all but the sensations of her body. Her hand moved with a will
of its own now, caressing her breasts lightly, rubbing her belly
in rounded circles, touching her hips briefly in passing.
One finger slipped under the tiny bit of cloth circling her hips
and teasingly touched her pubic hair. Barbara gasped at the
contact, but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give
her hand freer rein. She masturbated quite frequently, trying to
satisfy the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she
could please herself far better than her ex-husband ever had.
Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away from the
thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her present lover,
who had not so far gotten up the nerve to do more than kiss her
good night. Except one … her thoughts strayed unwillingly to
the one perfect sexual encounter in her life – an experience that
had left her weak and shaking with release. She tried to stop
thinking about him, but the feelings evoked by her hand were too
strong and her mind stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her
one-time lover.
Tanned, youthful, magnificent young Jim. Oh why haven’t you at
least phoned me, Jim? Am I just an old prune that you found
interesting for one lonely night? Is that all I meant to you?
So you have your college coeds – 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 fullfillment. She raised her hips and presented her
pussy to him, offering herself to his plunging dick. She was
swimming in a sea of lubrication, pussy juice flowing from her
recesses and turning her cunt into a river of lust. There was a
little pain with each stroke of his large penis, but this served
to heighten her pleasure. She wanted to be pounded into the
patio floor, smashed under his body.
“Give it to me, fuck me! Oh … God, I can … fuck me with your
hot dick,” she babbled. “Oh, uh, please … harder …” She
never wanted it to end. She wanted to fuck forever, coming under
his pounding prick. She felt the wave of orgasm break around
her, drawing her with it until her body felt like it was in a
whirlpool. Her hips shook … her pussy gushed again and again
… her whole body trembled in the wind of lust.
Feeling her body shake beneath his, feeling her cunt grab his
cock and squeeze it in convulsive tremors, he cried, “I’m gonna
cum, too. I’m gonna CUM!” He raised slightly and began pumping
in and out jerkily, his sperm boiling in his balls. He felt the
violent urge to cum … to let his balls burst forth their sticky
fluid to run through his cock and spurt into her waiting vagina.
In and out he pounded frantically into her, feeling her legs
squeeze him, holding him firmly in place. “I’m gonna cum – uh -
uh – uh – fuck me lady! Here it comes, feel it! FEEL IT!” He
yelled as he felt his semen gush from the buried head of his
prick, spurting out in thick gobs, rope after rope of jism
splattering the walls of her cunt.
Barbara felt his cock swell and spurt in her hole as the last
spasms of her own orgasm hit her, her cunt drenching his prick in
juices.
“More,” she whispered, grinding against him, forcing herself over
the edge into another cum. As his semen splattered into her wet
canal, she convulsed again, her mind blacking out as she fell
over into the throes of her orgasm, letting herself be carried
away on the wings of lust. “I love it … I’m cumming again …
cum in me, give me you cum!” she mumbled, pulling him against
her, her hips still twitching under his. He fell against her,
panting with exertion, his penis buried deep in her still jerking
weakly as it spurted the last big drop of jism.
“Wow! What a fuck,” he muttered, feeling the frantic need leave
his body as his prick softened inside her.
Barbara lay still, clasping the boy to her. She could still feel
his cock inside her, soaking in her. She didn’t want to move.
She wanted to lie here forever, the glow of being well fucked
pervading her body, the boy’s prick still in her. She sighed
gently as reality invaded her mind … she looked around and
gasped. Here she was, in the back yard in broad daylight, stark
naked, clasping an equally naked body in her arms. Anybody could
see her, could come in like he had!
“Oh!” she cried sharply. “Get up! Get off me!” She squirmed
under him, trying to push his heavy body from her.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” the 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
languorously as his tongue licked her belly in swirling circles,
and a hot flutter of desire made her legs open in anticipation.
He was going to lick her, he was going to lick her cunt! Barbara
moaned in lust as his raspy tongue dipped lower. She had only
had her cunt eaten once or twice – and only after begging her
husband. And this boy was going to do it now. He didn’t need
any urging. In fact, he was forcing her to lie still so that he
could administer the tongue lashing! He paused between her
widespread legs and she could feel his cool breath on the hot
lips of her cunt.
“Don’t stop! Please – don’t stop,” she moaned, raising her hips
so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face, trying to
urge him to hurry.
“Oh, I won’t,” promised Skip, gently opening the lips with his
fingers and letting his breath play over her. “This is gonna be
great, eating … I won’t stop!” He held her twat open wide,
staring into the red-lined interior, watching the tiny entrance
to her vagina open and close. “Wow!” he said. He had never seen
a cunt like this one, so fully developed. The pussies of his
young girl friends were just slick little pink slits, nothing
like this! He feasted his eyes on the luxuriant growth of pubic
hair, curling in reddish swirls over her snatch and down between
her legs, almost concealing the fat lips of her cunt, which were
dark red with lust. As he watched, the whole cunt moved and a
drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing hole. He dropped his
head and covered the whole vulva with his mouth, sucking in like
a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out more the fluid.
“Oh God!” Barbara muttered through clenched teeth. The waiting
had been almost unendurable – she had thought he would never
start. “Suck it. Stick your tongue in … honey,” she sobbed,
feeling the familiar darts of lust tear at her vitals. “I need
it … stick your tongue in there. I want it!”
Skip was in no real hurry. He was thoroughly enjoying this. His
cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg as he tasted the
pungent juices. He felt a great surge of power as he excited
this older woman with his tongue, making her beg for it. He
wanted her screaming and moaning under his mouth … then he
would give his throbbing cock some release. He was going to
shove it in her throat and make her suck him, too! He groaned at
the thought of sliding into her wet mouth and redoubled his
efforts at her crotch. He nipped gently with his teeth at the
engorged nub of her clitoris and ran his tongue up and down the
length of her slit.
Barbara squealed as his tongue hit her clit, sending waves of
pleasure through her. She bucked her hips against his face,
trying to engulf his whole mouth, trying to force his tongue into
her. She could hardly believe the feelings that shot through
her. She was on fire, her whole body churning and quaking with
lust.
“Eat me, harder, stick it in there!” she moaned, her head
thrashing from side to side, her hips undulating under his face.
She smashed her pussy into his mouth, her juices filling his
mouth and running down his chin. He slurped and gulped noisily,
draining her dry as fast as she could secrete. He reached up
with both hands and grasped her tits, squeezing the mounds of
flesh between his fingers, rolling the nipples between his thumb
and forefinger. At the touch, Barbara shook all over, threads of
fire radiating from her nipples throughout her body.
“I’m going crazy. I can’t stand it. Eat me, honey, stick your
tongue in there, make me cum!” Barbara screamed, no longer
caring if anyone could hear or not. Her whole being was
concentrated in the patch between her legs. Her vagina was a
hungry demanding hole, aching for release. Suddenly she felt a
wild urge to take him in her mouth – to suck him as he was
sucking her, to feel his hard dick filling her throat. “Cock -
gimme cock,” she mumbled. “Stick it in my mouth – I want your
hot dick in my mouth!”
Skip grinned as the lewd words burst from the woman’s mouth. He
had her now. She would do anything he asked, anything at all to
keep his tongue in her hot box, whipping her to orgasm. “Sure,
lady,” he mumbled through a mouthful of cunt. “Anything you
say.” He swung his body 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!
TO BE CONTINUED..
