Archive-name: Family/barbara9.txt
Archive-author: A. Green
Archive-title: Freewheeling Barbara - 9
Also-title: Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys - Chapter Nine
Keywords: also 3plus, First
Steve slipped through the door and looked at Barbara hesitantly. He
had been sitting in his room, wondering if he should pack and get a bus
or call his parents, but he didn't know what reason he could give for
leaving a day early. It would hardly do to tell them Jerry had caught
him fucking his mother and kicked him out. He was in a mess! The only
bright spot was his recollection of screwing Mrs. Anderson, and he had
a feeling that that made up for it all! Jerry had been gone for a long
time. He hoped he wasn't being too hard on his mother. She was really
a nice lady! He couldn't believe she had been nice enough to initiate
him into sex. He'd always remember her with gratitude as well as
desire. He sighed. If only Jerry hadn't come in on them, there was a
lot of other stuff he would have liked to try with her!
When Jerry had come into his room, he had cowered back, fearful that
his friend was still mad. But Jerry had grinned at him and motioned
him to get up.
"Steve? Why don't you go in and see Mom again? She'd really like
you to."
Steve looked at his friend in consternation. Jerry's eyes were
shining with a hot light and his face was flushed. And he was nude.
Steve wondered what was going on. He wasn't to be left in doubt long
for his friend urged him to follow.
"I'm gonna take a piss. You just go on in - she's ready for you.
I'll be in in a minute!" Jerry left him at the door to Barbara's room
and disappeared into the bathroom.
Steve followed him with his eyes. His mind boggled. If what he said
was true, Jerry was telling him to go back in and screw his Mom and
he'd join them. Steve cautiously opened the door, expecting Jerry to
return at any moment and drag him out boldly.
"Uh, Jerry sent me, Mrs. Anderson," he stuttered, his eyes going over
the reclining figure on the bed. She was still dressed as she had been
before, in garter belt and hose. She just looked a trifle more
disheveled. Her lips were bright red and wet as she smiled at him, and
he saw the stains of semen on her auburn bush. So Jerry screwed her,
too, he mused, his prick stirring at the thought.
"Come here, dear," Barbara crooned, raising her arms. "Jerry and I
had a long talk, and we decided to include you in our understanding.
We're going to have a lot of fun together!"
"You bet!" Steve exclaimed, his eyes glowing. "Wow! This is
unreal!" He sat on the edge of the bed gingerly and reached out to
touch her swollen boobs. "Jerry said he'd be here in a minute, for us
to go ahead," he said. "Would you like me to lick your pussy for a
while? I really liked the way it tasted before!"
"Oh, yes, darling, lick my cunt," Barbara murmured, raising her hips
and presenting her cunt in open invitation for his tongue.
He fell to his knees and advanced his head eagerly. His tongue
darted into her swollen hole. It was a dirty, filthy thought, and the
perversity made it the most exciting thing he could imagine. If anyone
had ever told him that the taste of a boy's cum would turn him on, he
would have hit him - he was no queer! But eating out of a woman's cunt,
the taste of sperm mingled with the sharp tang of pussy, that was
something else! He licked her out happily, swallowing fresh pussy
juice in huge gulps, his tongue vibrating against the slick walls of
her cunt.
"Oooooh, Stevie, suck my cunt good. I love the way your tongue is
fucking me. Clean it out, baby, clean my kitchen, swallow my cum. Oh
yes, please, suck it," she mumbled, her hands pinching and massaging
her swollen tits. Her whole body felt light. She was floating on a
cloud of lust. She bucked her hips into the boy's sucking face,
imprisoning his bobbing head with her firm thighs.
Steve clamped his lips on her clitoris - it wobbled under his touch
and tried to slip away, but he pulled it from its sheath and nibbled on
the shiny head, causing her to buck wildly. He bunched two fingers
together and slid then into her pulsing hole, finger-fucking her as he
sucked on her clitoris.
Barbara groaned in lust. Steve was learning fast, she thought
crazily. He sucked her cunt like he'd been doing it for years,
expertly rasping he sensitive clit with his tongue, ramming his fingers
into her twat in perfect rhythm. She looked down past her breasts.
She could see his head between her thighs, his dark hair splashing
against her white thighs, tickling them. She could even feel his nose
in her twat, rubbing back and forth along her distended lips, sliding
in her slippery groove. She wondered how he could breathe. Surely he
was choking from her copious fluids! But he didn't seem to mind. He
dug away unceasingly with fingers and tongue, sending her over the
brink into a crashing orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh! I'm cumming Steve! Cumming in your face! Oh, eat me,
darling! Eat my cum!" she screamed, her hips bucking under his face.
He sucked harder and faster, his tongue flashing over the whole swollen
surface, his teeth clamped on her clit, his fingers pounding in her
cunt. As she gushed, he pulled out his fingers and glued his mouth to
her sticky slot, drinking in the sweet fluids of her cum. Finally he
lifted his face and grinned at her, pussy juice trickling down his
chin, and, without a pause, climbed on top of her, sinking his hard
dick into her still trembling hole.
Barbara shuddered, her pussy grasping eagerly at the new invader,
drawing his cock into her spasming canal greedily, sucking at him with
greasy cunt-lips. "Oh, yes, fuck me, now!"
"I am," Steve said, feeling her pussy engulf him. The incredible
sensation of her still quivering cunt grasping his dick sent tremors of
excitement through his body. Her cunt felt like it had fingers,
fingers that clasped his dick and squeezed it, pulling him into a
bottomless pit.
"Give it to me hard," she begged, looking up at him with moist eyes.
She cupped her breasts together and offered them to him, hoping he
would suck on the tender nipples.
"I will, Mrs. Anderson," Steve promised. "I'll fuck you as hard as I
can!" He bent forward and slipped her nipples into his mouth, sucking
on the turgid tips.
Barbara shivered as fire lanced through her chest and joined the
molten blaze in her stomach. She felt like she was burning up now, her
whole body smoldering, waiting to be ignited by his cock to a consuming
blaze. She kept her heels flat on the bed, her back arching as she
undulated her hips under his attack. His pecker zipped in and out of
her steaming hole. It was a delicious friction. She wished he were a
little larger and could reach the most sensitive places in the back of
her cunt, but she knew Jerry would be here soon to help out, and she
wouldn't be unsatisfied. Besides, her body still glowed from her
orgasm under Steve's tongue, and his prick was doing a good job of
keeping her passions going. She raised her legs and put them over his
shoulders, knowing that this would tighten her cunt, but it wasn't
enough. She groaned in partial frustration and wished Jerry would
hurry!
Steve was unaware of Barbara's frustration. He pounded into her
cunt, not noticing that he was a little small for her distended hole.
Her hole was flabby, puffed from the successive screwings with salami
and Jerry's bigger cock. Steve didn't care. He was too relieved at
getting his opportunity to fuck her again to worry about minor details.
He was getting enough stimulation. He knew he was going to cum soon.
"Steve, hold it, darling. Let me turn over. You can go in doggy
style, from the back, it'll be tighter," Barbara said finally. She
didn't want him to stop, but it was maddening to her to be right at the
brink of orgasm and not be able to go over. And she was tired of
waiting for Jerry. It seemed like he'd been away for hours! And she
wanted a good, tight fuck now!
"I don't wanna fuck your ass right now," Steve complained.
"No, just go in my pussy from the back," Barbara explained, turning
over quickly and sticking her butt up in the air.
Steve stared at her rear end. He could see her pussy lips hanging
down, looking slightly obscene and bloated with lust. He was a little
disgusted. He had never seen a cunt from this angle, and he didn't
like the way it looked, but he was too excited to be picky. He felt
between her legs and located her gaping hole easily, then brought his
prick to the mark and shoved it in. She was right - it was a lot
tighter from this angle, and his prick hit some new areas he couldn't
reach before. He pumped into her, careful not to dislodge himself
until they got a rhythm going.
"Reach in there and grab my clit!" Barbara commanded hoarsely. This
was more like it. Her cunt was much tighter around his cock, and the
curving angle of his prick made it hit excitingly against her canal.
As the boy's hand snaked between her thighs and grabbed in her soppy
cunt for her clitoris, she shook in passion. His finger touched the
slippery button, and she squealed in pleasure.
"That's the way, oh fuck me, harder, harder! I'm going to cum all
over the place - God, I can feel it in my stomach!"
Steve grimly clung to her churning ass, one hand wrapped around her
hips, his fingers clawing at her clit, the other hand cupping one of
her hanging tits, pinching the nipple with his fingers. "That's the
way, Mrs. Anderson, shake your ass!" he crowed. "I'm gonna cum soon.
I'm fill your fucking cunt."
The two humped frantically on the bed, trying to gain maximum
stimulation from this position. Barbara's head was pressed into the
mattress, her body bent like a bow from the force of the young boy's
cock thrusts. She panted like a steam engine, her body quaking with
each blow, her insides churning as she strove toward orgasm. Finally
she knew she was there - a few more strokes into her sensitive cunt and
she'd make it!
"Just a little more, Steve, fuck me hard!" she yelled.
"I'm trying, but I gotta cum quick. My balls are about to blow!"
Steve pumped violently into her sloppy cunt. His cock squished through
her fleshy parts like a knife through soft cheese, parting her dripping
membranes, slamming into the back wall of her cunt. Every time his
cock hit the spot near the opening of her womb, she spasmed around his
pole. But he couldn't keep it up much longer. The need for release
was coursing through him. "Hold on! I'M GONNA BLOW MY NUTS! HERE IT
COMES! OH, FUCK, FUCK! CUMMING! OHHHHHH!" and his tube began to
spurt, sending a hot stream of cum into her hot pussy.
Barbara didn't mind. Her orgasm had flooded her seconds before his
announcement, and she was swept away on a tide of pussy fluid, her
stomach muscles convulsing with the strain, her cunt spasming.
"Ohhh, cum in me! Fuck your beautiful sperm into me," she moaned,
collapsing forward on the bed. The man fell with her, his shrinking
prick slipping from her hole with a plop.
"Beautiful," a voice said cheerfully. "Move over, Steve, I want to
get some of my Mom's cunt, too," Jerry said. He had arrived for the
last of the previous scene, and had restrained an impulse to jump in.
He wanted to watch for a minute, see how it looked from an outside
view. The last time he had seen Steve fuck his mother, he was too
pissed off to observe closely. This time he had watched carefully with
bated breath, one hand stroking his dick, his eyes glued to the fucking
bodies in amazement. He had watched as Steve plunged his thin pecker
into his mother's rear. For a minute he'd thought he was going in her
bung hole, but then he saw the distended lips of her pussy bulge around
his friend's cock. He had been especially turned on by the action of
his mother's hips. They had swung in circles and bumped up and down as
if on well-oiled springs. Steve's prick had looked like a dark nail as
it hammered in and out of Barbara's cunt, disappearing into her
recesses. He had noticed how fluids ran down her thighs and soaked his
balls, and when the two came, that was the most exciting part of all!
He had recognized Barbara's orgasm by the frantic trembling of her
body, her skin rippling over her bunched up muscles. And a few seconds
later Steve had shot his wad. He watched as Steve's body smashed into
his Mom's cunt and ground his hips furiously, screwing himself in to
the root. When he pulled out his shrunken cock, semen dripped from
Barbara's open cunt, running down her legs and puddling on the sheet.
Jerry's cock was standing straight up, ready for action. He had
watched enough!
Barbara's heart leaped as she heard her son's voice. Her body was
still on fire. She had had two mind-blowing orgasms and was ready for
more! Her cunt exuded a dollop of sperm and she rolled over on her
back, smiling at Jerry. Steve lay beside her breathing heavily.
"Wow, your Mom's really something," he told Jerry.
"Yeah, well, Mom, where do you want it? I think I'd like to have you
give me head." Without waiting for an answer, Jerry straddled his
mother's chest, poising his prick before her mouth. It stuck straight
out from his stomach, a thick shaft of pulsing red topped with a rosy
head. His mother's luscious lips gladly received her son's love shaft
and sucked him to orgasm. Jerry smiled, knowing that he and Steve
would have many more good times together with his Mom.
The advertisement in the newspaper was more than interesting to
Barbara. She had been scanning the ads for days, and here it was! The
answer to her problem. She had decided she had to get out of her
present lifestyle, have something to do, something more than bicycle
riding off into the hills every so often with Annette. Something to
insure that she would not be at home when her son came home on his
future vacations. This terrible thing had to stop. If she was home,
uninvolved, it would happen again and again. She had to get involved
with something.
Business Opportunity
BIKE SHOP, SALES AND SERVICE.
GOOD LOCATION.
JUST OFF COLLEGE CAMPUS.
PLENTY OF STUDENT TRAFFIC.
QUALIFIED STAFF RUN SHOP.
OWNER LEAVING STATE.
$15,000 HANDLES.
But that wasn't the best part of it! The bike shop was just off the
campus where Jim attended State College! She thought about Jim,
thought how wonderful it would be. "Bike freak" is what he had called
himself. He could work for her! It was, if nothing else, a way out.
Two days later she was looking over the shop. They carried an
inventory of every make of bike, even had a few mopeds. She gave the
old man who owned the shop a certified check and said she would take
over the business in one week.
Barbara and Annette pumped their bikes up a steep hill. "But why
didn't you tell me what you were doing? I could have been your
partner, Barbara. Think of it, a bike shop!" Annette queried.
"No, Annette, this has to be something I do by myself. Besides, it
won't interfere with our bike jaunts. I only have to be up at the shop
two days a week. Doing the books and such."
"But we've always been partners in this bike thing. I'm hurt,
Barbara, I must tell you that." They reached the top of the hill and
coasted downward. And Barbara thought, but I've had other partners
besides you, sweet Annette. Oh! If you only knew!
"We've only got two miles to go," Annette called. "I can't wait to
see your new bike shop."
"Yes, well you go on. I'll give you the keys and you can look it
over. I have an errand to run first."
"An errand? To where?" Annette asked quizzically.
"Personal. It's a call I have to make on a friend at the college.
The campus is off to the left, the shop is off to the right. I'll join
you in an hour or so. And Annette, I have a present for you. When you
get to the shop pick out whatever bike you want, it's yours. After
all, it's you who introduced me to the bike world."
They did not stop riding while Barbara handed Annette the keys to the
shop. Then Barbara turned off to her left, Annette attacking an up-
grade to the right, toward the shop. The up-grade was not a problem,
but she struggled to remember the address of the shop.
"Sometimes I think you're crazy, Barb," Annette yelled as she turned.
Then she puffed hard, her legs working and straining. "I think I'm
getting old."
Well, get old by yourself, love. I never felt younger in my life!
Barbara thought as she headed into the campus grounds.
It was just as Jim had described it, one block off campus, right on
the beach, a New Orleans atmosphere with funny little balconies, and
the freshman girls pedaling their bikes down the street in their little
bikinis, no bras under their T-shirts.
She walked down three steps and knocked at the door of Jim's basement
apartment. There was no answer, so she knocked again. Still nothing.
She tried the door and it was unlocked.
Entering and calling his name, she came upon a small living room with
a floor piled high with books, old newspapers, girlie magazines, and
Playboy pinups on the wall, beer cans in the corner, and an odor of pot
hanging heavy in the air.
"Who the hell is it?" a voice came from the bathroom.
"Barbara. Is that you, Jim?"
"Barbara who?" The voice seemed strained.
"Barbara, the bike freak," she laughed.
"No shit? C'mon in."
She opened the bathroom door and saw him sitting in a wooden chair
that was placed directly below a shower that poured water on his head a
shoulders. His body was perfectly tanned, beautiful muscular
perfection.
She had to smile. He looked so wonderfully young.
"What in the world are you doing? You'll ruin that chair. It looks
like an antique."
"Naw," Jim said, his hair washed flat down over his face. "Early
Salvation Army. These landlord gougers give us shit for furniture,
they figure they've got a captive audience. Serves 'em right, the
bastards."
"But how long have you been sitting there? Your skin's shriveling
up."
"Big bash last night. This is the best thing for a hangover. Cold
water, man. Cold water and then a hot woman. Cure you every time."
"oh? Well then you've got both, haven't you." She started slipping
out of her shorts.
"Yeah, awesome. I'm just lucky, I guess. You like cold showers?
Climb in. To tell you the truth I've thought about you a lot. You
were some kinda lay, lady. Hmmm. That brings back some memories ..."
Barbara was stark naked now as she stepped into the shower stall.
She wasted no time kneeling to her hot young hunk. Barbara's lips and
tongue were busy doing what they did best. In the middle of the heated
session in the cold shower, the old chair broke.
Neither the hot sucking woman nor the young horny college student
cared. Barbara hungrily continued blowing her dream lover knowing that
all her plans would work out.
T H E E N D
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Okay, folks, that's the end of Barbara's Freewheeling adventures. I
hope you enjoyed it. Unfortunately Barbara has been forced into
permanent retirement by some Jerry Falwell supporters. So please be
advised that all BARBARA?.TXT files will be purged on June 10th.
If any of you have suggestions as to where Barbara could continue her
adventures (ie. adult BBS), please write:
A. Green
1601 West 2nd Street #C4
Brooklyn, New York
11223
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