Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

"Aggghhhh!"

He was atop her, propping himself up by flattening his hands on the bed. Muscles stood out on his thick forearms. She threshed beneath him, mouthing little cries. Her eyes were now tightly closed and her hand went to search for the stiff penis.

"Ooooo! Mine, all mine, every millimeter of it is mine!"

She stroked the aching weapon; winding her fingers about the fat base. Her legs fluttered and her arms beat the bed.

"Easy now… I am going into you." He wedged a hand under her rounded bottom, bringing it up simultaneously as his body was lowered.

"Easy… easy… I am almost in, almost all… the way.., into you!"

His tool was partially in. Then he gave a slight wriggle, encouraging her to swing her legs up, then down. The motion was-swift, and the rigid penis was in, causing the girl to gasp and sigh and scream, all from an unbelieved pleasure.

"Man! You are squeezing me!"

He started off immediately, giving it to her, pasting himself so close that his pubic hairs and her muff were as one. She whined as he placed a hand on either side of her twisting hips and went at her swiftly, using the strength of his hips and thighs.

The woman groaned, her face contorted with lust, her nostrils flaring and spittle flying out of her mouth. "Oooohh, no, ohhh no, no, no, noooo!"

He rammed her hard and she loved it. She squirmed, spread her legs wide apart, pulled them up high, bent them at the knees and urged him to make her happy.

He did. And a shrill sound emerged from her mouth. Her fluid bubbled up out of the opened slit, washing around the probing tool. soaking his hairs and even the sac of balls.

"I came," she shouted, "ohhh, did I come!"

When he finally reached the state of orgasm he sounded like a bull. He made the girl scream and climax again, for he was really screwing her primitively, like someone out of a, dark jungle who thrust her hard and harder and burst her apart.

"Gee, gee, geeeoooooow!" She yelled.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," the man fought to hold on to his breath as the stuff squirted out of his penis.

Later, she opened her eyes wide and put a hand to her mouth. He felt drugged and crawled to his knees, still between the lovely, outstretched thighs.

"I hope that I made you happy because you made me damned happy!"

Around midnight, when the moon was bright over the sands of San Remo, people entered the villa and suddenly lights were on. Hugh, lying in bed with Claudia, heard the sound of voices. Claudia slid out of bed and crossed the floor, breasts and buttocks bouncing to push the door closed. She twisted the knob and searched the dark with her fingertips for the key.

"Damn it. They might burst in and discover us."

"So what? Maurier knows we've become lovers."

"It's that woman who worries me, she has lesbian tendencies."

"Come back to bed."

In the darkness her body gleamed like alabaster and the reddish hair tumbling down about her broad shoulders seemed black as ink. As she leaned over the bed her lush breasts thrust forward. Instinctively he reached up to pull her down against him.

She writhed, fighting like a tigress, but he gripped her with his strength, exercising powerful muscles, and soon her supple, warm body adhered to his. His kisses and fondlings fanned the flames of desire and with a few brief seconds Claudia's fears vanished.

She forgot about her employer and the woman he had returned to the villa with. Every spare portion of her curvaceous body fitted against Hugh's. She parted her rounded thighs to sink down and suck the upright penis into her trembling vagina.

"Uhh, uh, uhhh!"

It would have taken scant minutes for the lovers to reach mutual orgasm, but suddenly the door of the bedroom was flung back and light from the outside hall bathed their locked, throbbing bodies.

Still joined, they turned their heads to see Maurier and a tall, blond woman. At once they broke free, Claudia rising and fighting to catch her breath.

The blond woman gazed upon Hugh's body and his still upright penis. "O Ia, la! Maurier, you have indeed hired a chauffeur."

"Let them screw themselves into the grave." Maurier was drunk; he swayed on unsteady feet.

Claudia leaped from the bed, rushed past the night visitors into the room next door. She slammed the door hard and there followed the sound of a chair being placed against it.

The woman advanced into the room and lightly touched the pole of a penis which glistened from the stuff of Claudia's. pussy. "Ooooh, how wonderful! Abh, Maurier, I fear I shall have little time for you with this marvelous young man around."

"Fuck him if you want. Now, if he's willing."

Hugh rolled over, presenting the woman with his back. "Get out, both of you."

"Pity." The middle-aged blond sighed and followed Maurier out. "But perhaps tomorrow we might get better acquainted."

The next day, under a brilliant sun, Hugh stood in the garden washing down the Mercedes Benz. He was bone-weary. The encounter with Claudia the previous night, plus being spied upon by Maurier and the blond woman, it was too weird a set-up. Only a few minutes ago he had gone through two huge cups of black coffee and still he felt weak and giddy.

Perhaps, he considered as he rubbed a sponge over the already gleaming hood of the car, he was overdoing the sex bit with Claudia. True, she was a dream, but her sexual appetites were colossal, her energy in-credible. His virility had never before been challenged, but how much longer could he satisfy a woman who believed in non-stop passion? And that blond bitch, how old was she anyway, fifty, fifty-five? She wanted to slot his cock two seconds after Claudia had wormed it out. The Countess, Maurier had called her. Some Countess!

He paused in his work for a moment, wiped hot perspiration from his brow and viewed the surrounding area. No two ways about it; this country was beautiful Maurier was out to have the best that life can offer.

Close by on a hill there was an arrangement of stucco cottages, red-roofed and picturesque. Beyond, m the distance, the sea was beautifully blue and endless. Across the way on a sloping hillside there were privately owned villas and several pensioners. Everything was tranquil under the hot sun and as he gazed up at the skies Hugh was momentarily at peace with the world.

There was movement within his range of view and a door slammed. The Countess came swinging down the path. She wore a vividly colored shirt with short sleeves, a silk scarf, chartreuse beach shorts and leather sandals.

Looking at the platinum blond woman Hugh wondered how she managed to squeeze herself into those shorts. They were too tight, and the legs coming out of them were long and brown and covered by a fine down of golden hair with the calves as muscular as a dancer's.

"Good morning, young man."

"Hi."

"Up early, aren't you?"

"So are you."

Hugh busied himself with the automobile. He twisted the chamois cloth, snapped it several times in the faint breeze and started to wipe down the fenders.

The Countess posed, one hand fastened to her hip, the other hand rising and falling, making brief circles. "Do you like this Mercedes?"

"Damned good car. One of the best in the world. At the price few compare with it."

"And my car, that white Alfa Romeo sports convertible? Cheaper than this, half the price in fact, and yet it serves me as well."

"It's in a different class. As a Volkswagen is different."

The woman smiled, changing the subject. "I learned how you were hired on the spot, without even supplying Maurier with references."

Now what in hell was all this leading up to? "So?' "So, it seems that Manner exercised wonderful judgment."

Hugh looked into her eyes, seeing them at times blue, then green, and swiftly checked out her body. He would have preferred Claudia any day if it came to a choice, but all the same this woman, despite her age, was well-curved.