John Coles - Young And Willing

Their cum blended together, flooding her cunt, washing over his cock like a hot shower. He continued hunching until his climax subsided, while her pussy kept squeezing, milking all his juice from him.

Finally, they fell apart, gasping and gulping air. "Hurry," Reese said, "let's get dressed."

"Why?"

"We're going home. I want to get there before the folks get back. I want to fuck you on a real bed!"

They raced home, stripped, and rolled into bed together.

"Let me suck you a little," Sally said, licking the hair on his belly. "Let me suck your cock like you ate my pussy!"

Reese sighed and moaned softly, leaning his head back and propping himself up with his elbows. He sighed heavily as her hot breath came into contact with the head of his cock.

Cupping his balls with one hand and holding the base of his shaft with the other, she went down on his prick, her mouth enclosing it like a warm glove. Her tongue played around his meat, her mouth sucking and caressing. She closed her jaws around his prick gently and began gnawing at the flesh of his rod. Sally sucked feverishly until she was drooling from the sides of her mouth. The mixture of saliva and clear liquid ran over her hands, down over his balls, and over his thighs.

Reese lay there smiling, eyes closed, lost in bliss. "Jesus, you really know how to suck cock!"

"I'm not quite the little girl you thought I was," Sally said, lifting her head momentarily from his dick. She moved her tongue up his slippery shaft and began nibbling and biting his inflamed knob. Her tongue flicked and encircled it, tracing the outlining ridge of the mushroom-shaped head.

"That's enough… oh shit, that's enough… I'm gonna come!" Reese suddenly shouted. "Let me put it back in you now!"

He pulled her on top of him and lurched his cock, to the hilt, in her straining pussy. They both came. Then Sally blew him hard again.

This time, at Sally's insistence, he fucked her in the ass.

It was a wild night, and an even wilder week that followed. Then Reese went back to school and eventually Sally went away to a college in another part of the country.

They both had misgivings about what they had done, but they both buried the experience in their subconscious minds. They never mentioned it again, nor did they ever do it again.

And now they were both alone, except for the kids, and Sally was on her way to visit.

What would happen? she wondered, as she brought her bags into the living room and poured a last drink before leaving the apartment. Would it somehow all start over? Would she let it? Did she want it to start again?

Sally honestly didn't know, but, in the back of her mind, she knew there was a little imp that had given her some form of freedom, sexual freedom… and she knew she was going to start to really live for the first time in her life.

She answered the door with a smile on her face.

"Cab, lady?"

"Yes, Those are the bags right there. I'm going to the airport." Chapter 9 His name was Carl Fisher. He was a salesman and he struck up a conversation with Sally right after takeoff. Sally felt a little guilty about being so open, so quickly taken with a total stranger, but he was handsome, warm, friendly, and she was determined not to let her inhibitions deprive her as she had before the affair with the youngster, Timmy.

Perhaps, if she let her impulses guide her desires, she could be satisfied by men, she reasoned, and another unfortunate occurrence like the one with the boy could be avoided.

After drinks and a light snack, the flight attendant came around with light blankets and pillows. Soon after that the lights dimmed. For Sally, it was very sexy and romantic. When Carl took her hand in his, she didn't stop him.

"You're very beautiful," he whispered in her ear when she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you," she replied, closing her eyes and basking in his male nearness.

But the mood of the moment soon demanded more than just holding hands. Carl turned his face toward hers and their lips met in a warm, wet kiss. As their tongues met and entwined around each other, he pulled her hand into his lap. He left it there, with her fingers lightly touching the hard ridge of his rising cock.

What the hell, Sally thought, if I'm ever going to do it, now's the time.

Brazenly, she grasped his thick prick through his trousers. He gasped as she squeezed it hard and ran her soft hand up and down its length, testing its huge girth and hardness.

"Mmmm, you've got a nice cock," she whispered in his ear.

He kissed her again and arched his cock harder into her hand. His tongue penetrated her mouth. Together they sucked each other's tongues, rotating them and stabbing them back and forth.

His hand slid under her skirt and up between her thighs, until his fingertips were pushing at the puffy lips of her cunt through her panties. Sally could feel her pussy juicing like a fountain. It had already saturated her panties and threatened to seep through and soak her skirt.

"Jesus," he panted, "you're as hot as I am!"

"I know," Sally breathed. "I wish we could do something about it!"

"Maybe we can," he said, edging one of his fingers under the crotchband of her sheer panties.

"I'd like to suck that big dick of yours, but it's just light enough in here that someone might see us." Sally spread her thighs and wriggled around in the seat until she managed to slide her cunt over two of his probing fingers. She shuddered with desire as she clamped her cunt muscles over them and leaned forward so her clitoris could get some of the contact.

"I think I know how we can do it," Carl rasped, trying to finger-fuck her anxious pussy without giving them away. "Go back to one of the restrooms and go inside. Close the door behind you, but don't lock it. I'll wait until no one notices, and then go in and join you."

Sally's heart went into her mouth. It was a crazy, daring stunt; but it just might work. His fingers felt so good in her cunt; they had made her pussy so hot for his cock that she was almost willing to try anything.

"Okay," she agreed, "but hurry! I want to fuck you like crazy!"

Carl removed his hand from between her legs and stood up to let her out of the seat. She hurried up the aisle toward the restroom with the feeling that all eyes were on her seeping, hot pussy.

Inside the tiny restroom, she waited. It was nearly five minutes later when Carl squeezed through the door, closed it, and locked it behind him.

Sally was seated on the stool. He leaned his face close to hers. "Kiss me, baby," he whispered, his voice husky with lust and need.

Their mouths coupled and their tongues again searched each other out and entwined like snakes. Sally sucked feverishly on his tongue, their saliva mixing as their mouths made soft slurping noises. Her hand began stroking his leg, and soon met the bulbous tip of his erection. He moaned into her mouth and her hand came to rest on the erect shaft. He responded by gripping a breast and giving it a squeeze. Her tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, then traced his lips, moistening them with her saliva.

"Oh shit, you got me hot, honey," he hissed.

"No hotter than I am," Sally replied, her hand wildly massaging the hose-like length of her pulsating cock.

"Let's get some clothes off!"

"Do we dare?" she said, a little startled at his suggestion.

"Honey, we can dare anything, just by being in here together."

He started unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while the other continued pinching her huge nipple through the soft material. His hand stole around her back and unfastened her bra, releasing her mammoth breasts. He kissed her mouth, cheek, and then traced down her neck with his hot tongue, sending bolts of electricity through her entire body. Her hand was working on his erect meat, stroking up and down through the fabric of his pants.