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CHAPTER THREE

"You must be a weight-lifter," Barbara said. She was sitting in her office in the boutique.

The shop was closed and she had a young stud with her. His name was Ricky. A sharp young stud with muscles. In the morning, he'd delivered a load of clothes to the store and she'd flirted with him. Now he was back. They'd had a drink and, at her invitation, he was taking his clothes off.

He smiled at her as he tossed his tee-shirt

aside. "Yeah, I work out with weights."

"You look it. You've got a gorgeous body." What she wanted was a quick fuck before leaving the shop. He looked capable. She sat back and watched him as he finished undressing. Finally, he was down to his white Jockey shorts. He did have a gorgeous body. Wide shoulders and strong thighs. And that lovely bulge in the front of his shorts. Lots of goodies in there. He also had a nice suntan. He couldn't be more than twenty.

She called him over. He came forward with a grin and a slight swagger. He was so sure of himself. When he was in front of her, he stopped. She gazed directly at the bulge in the crotch of his briefs. Then she touched him. She ran her fingers over the cock-bulge. Just lightly, her fingertips grazing. She could make out the shape of his cockhead through the cotton.

"Go on, take it out," he said.

"Don't be so impatient."

He snickered. "Okay, I'll wait."

He was older than the boys she usually fucked with. But she liked his looks.. He reminded her of Clay. More muscles, but the same eyes. He had the same type face as Clay. She was turned on. It always turned her on when they reminded her of Clay. Now she pulled at the waistband

of his Jockey shorts. She pulled the shorts down to expose his cock and balls.

His prick was only half hard. He had a thick cock and a fat pair of balls. Hardly any foreskin. His cock-knob was clean and pink.

"Very nice."

"Jesus, lady, it's a cock."

Barbara laughed. "It sure is. And a nice one."

She ran a fingertip over the veins in his cockshaft. Then she took his prick in her hand and gently squeezed it. She loved playing with them, teasing their fuck-meat until they begged for more. His cock quickly stiffened as she toyed with it. He had a substantial prick with a cute curve and a juicy-looking knob. His piss hole was already dripping pre-cum onto her fingers.

He groaned. "You're teasing me." "I'm playing."

"Come on, suck it!"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, that's what I want."

She smiled; She amused herself with his hairy balls, testing their weight on her palm, lifting them and pushing them against the underside of his cockshaft.

Finally, she covered his cockhead with her mouth, and closed her lips around the groove

behind the rim of his cock-knob. His cock was hot in her mouth. His pre-cum dribbled on her tongue. He groaned as she sucked his prick. She rolled her tongue around his cockhead, tickling the underside and then around the rim. He was tasty. She gripped his balls with one hand and held his cockshaft with the other hand. She could feel him throbbing. She still had just his cockhead in her mouth. He pushed at her face. He wanted more of his cock in her mouth.

She pulled her lips away. "I don't want you shooting off in my mouth."

"Don't worry, I won't. Just suck it some more."

"Are you sure?"

"I promise."

She took his cock in her mouth again. This time, she went beyond his cock-knob. She took about half the length of his prick. She relished the feel of his hot prick on her tongue. Then she pushed forward. She took more cock. She filled her mouth with his hot cock flesh. He grunted with pleasure. He pushed forward. She opened her throat to take his prick-knob. He started muttering. He loved it. She felt him tremble as she gripped his cockhead with her throat muscles.

Finally, she pulled her mouth back. She

couldn't suck him with his cock in her throat. She started moving, her mouth fucking back and forth on his thick cock. She savored the taste and feel of his cockmeat. She had his funky smell in her nose. She told herself she was a bad girl. She liked cock too much. She liked cocksucking too much. His balls felt so big in her hand. She told herself she ought to be spanked. Most women her age wouldn't dare fuck a boy like this.

Well, you haven't fucked him yet-all you're doing is sucking him, she thought. But she'd fuck him soon. Oh boy, would she fuck him! She told herself she ought to be ashamed of herself for making it with a sweaty stud like this one. He'd been working hard all day, and he smelled like it. His balls felt like apples in her hand.

She pulled her mouth away again and told him to sit in a chair.

"I don't have too much time. If we're going to fuck, let's do it now," she said.

The boy shrugged and sat down. Barbara rose and started getting her clothes off. She was very quick undressing. She wouldn't fuck him with her clothes on. She stripped off everything and then went to him. She smiled at the lust in his eyes. He gawked at her lush body. She hefted

her tits in her hands and pointed her nipples at his eyes.

"I think you like me," she said.

"You're a knock-out!"

"Let's find out what that crowbar can do." His cock was indeed like a crowbar. Like iron. She straddled him. She poised her crotch over his swollen prick. Using her fingers, she stuffed his cock-knob inside her cunt hole and sat down on his cock. He groaned as his prick filled her cunt. She wiggled a bit and pushed down farther. In a moment, she had all of his cock. She had his fat prick packing her cunt channel, and it felt wonderful.

She shoved one of her tits in his mouth and started fucking him. It was lovely. He had a beautiful prick. Young and hard. There wasn't anything better. She fucked him, riding up and down, taking her pleasure at her own pace. One thing she'd learned was to always please herself. She was fucking him to please herself. She reached behind her ass to squeeze his balls. She fucked up and down on his hard cocklance. What a nice fuck he was! The juice poured out of her cunt, drenching his cock and balls, churning into a lather as she continued fucking him. He still had her tit in his mouth. He looked so hungry for it. She giggled softly as she fucked

up and down.

Then, finally, she made it. She groaned and humped and brought herself off on his cock. She tossed around on his prick until she had him on the edge. Then she fucked hard, pounding up and down, fucking his cock to get the jism out of his balls.

He shot off. He groaned as the hot cum gushed out of his piss hole. She took his cumload in her cunt, watching his face, getting off on his pleasure. She could feel the wetness in her cunt and she loved it.

When she finally climbed off him, she grabbed a tissue and stuffed it in her pussy to keep his jism inside.

She sent the bay away. He seemed a bit put out that she had no interest in him anymore. As he put his clothes on, he talked about coming back again some other time. She wouldn't promise him anything. Finally, he was gone and she was glad to be rid of him. All she'd wanted was his cock and his cum-load in her cunt. All she'd wanted was a quick hot fuck.

She went to the John near the office. She sat down on the toilet and let his jism rim out of her pussy. Then she washed her cunt gash. She kept washing her pussy until she was sure it was clean, until she had all of his cum out of her.

She went back to the office and put her clothes on. She really didn't like fucking in the office. It was too awkward. They always knew where she was. Sometimes they came back and bothered her. A motel was much better. In a motel she could just fuck them and forget about them. This one would be back. He'd make another delivery, and he'd want to fuck her again. Maybe she would and maybe she wouldn't.

Finally she locked up the boutique and walked round to the parking lot to get her car. Today was the day Clay played softball, and she always picked him up after the game. She guessed he ought to be ready by now. She drove across town, feeling good about the day. A good day in the shop, a lovely fuck in the office, and now she'd go home and have a drink and a bath and relax.

Clay was waiting for her when she arrived. He smiled at her when he climbed in.

"Hello, Mom."

"Hello, honey. Nice game?" "We won by five runs."

"That must be fun."

They drove off. She smiled at him. She loved him so much. He was all sweaty from the softball game. She could smell his sweat, and it

turned her on. She was amused at how nasty she was. Less than an hour ago, she'd been fucking a boy the same age as Clay, and now she was thinking about sex again.

She glanced at Clay's lap, at the cock-bulge in his jeans. He was so adorable! If he wasn't her son, she would certainly fuck him. She knew he was well-hung. She'd seen him often enough in his underwear. What a lovely fuck he'd make. It wasn't the first time she'd amused herself thinking about him like that. Sometimes she was jealous of his girlfriends. Oh, of course it wasn't possible, but what harm was there in thinking about it? How could she help it? With a boy like Clay around the house, how could she help thinking about fucking him?

You're a naughty girl, Barbara. Not a girl anymore, but a woman. With a grown son. With a handsome grown son.

They finally arrived home. She had a drink and a bath. They had an uneventful diner, then they watched a television show together. Early in the evening, she said she was turning in.

"Too busy today. I need to get into bed and relax," she said.

"Go on, Mom. I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher."

"You're a honey. Just a kiss, and I'm off to

bed."

She went to her bedroom and closed the door. She tossed her robe away and walked naked into the bathroom. She posed in front of the mirror, turning right and left, studying her figure. Her body was holding out. Her tits and ass were still good. She was restless. She pulled at her nipples with her fingers. Then she squeezed out some lotion on her palms and rubbed it over her tits. She knew she was turning herself on. Playing with her tits always excited her. She was still horny.

A quick fuck was never enough for her. She'd fucked a boy at six o'clock, and now she was horny all over again. She'd have to masturbate in order to relax. She never had qualms about finger-fucking. She liked her body and she liked the pleasure it gave her. She hated people who disliked sex. They were dried-up like prunes. Sex was healthy. She decided that tonight she would use her vibrator. The big whammy. She never failed to get off with that machine.

She made herself ready for it. She brought the vibrator into the bathroom and cleaned the rubber head. Then she took the baby oil out of the medicine cabinet and brought it to the bed. Before long, she was on the bed with her knees up and the vibrator plugged in. She waited. Let

the anticipation build a bit. She toyed with her nipples. She spread her cuntlips apart to look at her clit. She opened her legs. She could see herself in the mirror opposite the bed. A woman with a dark hairy cunt. Attractive? She was still something to look at.

Now she oiled her cunt with the baby oil, squeezing the plastic bottle to get the oil between her cuntlips. She put the oil away and turned the vibrator on. She pushed the big round head against her cunt hole and groaned.

The head was too big to fit inside, but the top of it just grazed her clit when she held it this way. It was wonderful. Right on the button. Something pushing at the mouth of her cunt hole, and that lovely buzzing on her clit.

The first orgasm occurred quickly. She put the vibrator away to rest a moment. She picked up a magazine and started turning the pages. Then she put the magazine down. She was too restless. She glanced at her image in the mirror. What do you want, Barbara? What does anyone want?

She opened her legs. Her cunt showed as a dark trench in the mirror. She debated with herself about how many more orgasms she would have. She could come over and over again with the vibrator. She thought she looked

so wanton in the mirror. She was still a good-looking woman. But at the moment, she looked like a horny slut. Her legs wide open, her cunt exposed.

She picked up the vibrator again. She turned it on and pressed it against her open cunt. Oh, dear God, it was good! She came in a rush. She kept the head pushing against her pussy. She had two orgasms in a row, and she told herself she had to quit soon. She'd make a wreck out of herself with the damn vibrator. She turned it off and put it down on the bed beside her.

Then suddenly she heard a noise on the terrace. Or she thought she heard a noise. Was it Clay? He was never on the terrace at night. No, it couldn't be him. She noticed the shade was up an inch or two. She was amused.

Maybe Clay was peeping at her.

No, that was crazy. Clay wouldn't do that. Then she amused herself by imagining it. Suppose he was out there spying on her. He could see everything. She avoided looking at the window again. She looked at the mirror in front of her, instead. She imagined Clay was on the terrace. She turned a bit so that he might see her cunt better. The whole thing was stupid, because he certainly wasn't out there. Maybe the noise had been a bird or something. Sometimes

they had pigeons on the terrace.

She continued to pretend Clay was watching her. The idea of it turned her on. She would give him a show. She picked up the vibrator again and turned it on. She put the head of the vibrator directly on her clit. Bingo, there it wad She threw her head back as the climax hit her. She slid a hand down under her ass and found her asshole with a fingertip. The baby oil had gone everywhere. She had no trouble getting her finger in her ass. Then she used two fingers of the same hand in her cunt. She finger-fucked both holes at the same time while she had the vibrator on her clit. It was wild. She came two more times. Her cunt was flooded with juice.

She put the vibrator aside. She kept her fingers in her cunt and ass, and she used the other hand to spread her cunt juice over her nipples. Finally she came again, this time using her fingers, pinching her clit. tugging at it until she brought herself off.

She heard the noise again. Now she looked. She went stone cold. There was a face out there. Clay's face! Then it was gone. He'd seen everything.

She fell back on the bed. She looked at the window again, but there was nothing but darkness. Had she really seen him? She was certain

of it. It Was Clay. They were ten stories off the ground, and it couldn't be anyone else.

She picked up the vibrator again. Now she was really hot, thinking about Clay watching her. She turned the vibrator on and had a big one. Big and fast and hard.

She suddenly heard a crash in his room. He'd stumbled over something. Maybe after climbing in from the terrace. She was certain now he'd been out there all along, watching her. And how many nights before this? There wasn't anything he hadn't seen. She liked to masturbate with the lights on. She liked to watch herself in the mirror opposite the bed.

The little bastard! She was shocked that he'd been spying on her. Then the excitement of it hit her again.

After a while, she put her robe on. She left her room and walked down the hall to Clay's door. She hesitated a moment. She could forget it. She could pretend it hadn't happened.

No, she couldn't do that. She knocked on his door.

"Clay? I think there's something we have to talk about."