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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

                              # # #

  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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