旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � � � This Adult Text File From � � � � T H E T I T A N I C B B S � � � � "For the finest in Adult text and photos" � � � � 305-971-6118 � � � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸 Chapter Nine - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys 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 cuntlips. "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. 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