John Coles: Young And Willing

Driving himself into her frantically, Brad felt his cum building steadily. The harder he thrust the more she groaned.

Damn, he thought, she does love it; the more she gets, the more she wants!

Fighting to pull his dick from her tensed pussy now, he settled for a series of short, close jabs. Sally, begging him for more cock, slammed herself back onto his dick with savage intensity.

As her climax built, she started to tremble all over. Brad, perspiration beading on his forehead, could no longer control his own come. As he quickened his pace, Sally felt the head enlarge in her belly, and knew he was about to shoot again.

Shit, she thought, not yet. She wanted at least one more good come before he was finished.

But the cock was relentless. It throbbed harder and harder against her cuntal walls and she knew there would be no holding back. Forcing her supple muscles to caress and milk his prick, she waited for his spewing jism to again fill her up.

It wasn't a long wait.

"Damn, baby," Brad shuddered at last, "you got a great pussy!"

His cum jetted into her hot cunt. He settled into a series of short, quick, almost painful jabs. Each one ended with a wad of cream being gushed deep into her belly.

"I can feel it… I can feel your stuff going into me!" she whimpered sensuously. "More, more… give me all of it!"

The sound of her voice acted as a catalyst. Thinking his climax was almost at an end, Brad found renewed strength and began pounding and shoving himself into her all over again.

"I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it!" Sally shrieked in ecstasy.

"Come, baby… COME!"

"Yes, yes… Yesssss!"

Her voice was a siren of released passion as her cunt spewed out its honeyed juices. It flowed in steady lines down her inner thighs and gushed outward around his cock to bathe in balls in its stickiness.

At last, with a groan of total defeat, Brad rolled to the far side of the bed. In seconds he was asleep.

Sally wasn't so lucky. She lay, unable to sleep, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Her body felt good, but still not totally fulfilled.

"What's wrong with me," she whispered aloud. "I've just gotten enough fucking to take care of any normal woman, and I've still got an itch! I just can't be normal!"

She felt Brad's cum oozing from her lower lips. When she slid from the bed it spewed out of her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs clear to her knees.

"Jesus," she whispered aloud again, and streaked for the bathroom.

She wiped herself clean. In the reflection from the mirror behind the bathroom door she studied her gaping pussy and marveled that it didn't look any different from any other pussy.

She bent over and examined her dripping cunt directly she fingered the pink inner flesh and combed her fingers through the dark mat of her thick pubic fur.

"Silly," she smirked at herself, "a mature, grown woman who has just been beautifully laid, standing in the John playing with her own pussy!

But she couldn't help it. As her fingertips traced the puffy wetness of her cuntlips, she felt renewed excitement surge through her body. She leaned back against the shower door and imagined a young, sturdy cock in her, a cock that never went soft, one that could fuck and fuck and come and come, until she would be completely satiated.

She let her fingers float down to her asshole and then back up to touch and massage her blood-filled clit. It wasn't as good nor as exciting as a big, hard cock, but it was still stimulating.

As she dipped two fingers deep into her cunt, she allowed her desires and feelings to seep through. Soon she was breathing hard and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop finger-fucking herself until she came again.

Finding her clit and flicking the tip of her finger back and forth over it, she soon had her cunt stoked with hot fires. Leaning against the shower door, oblivious to everything except the sensations she was setting off in her pussy, she allowed her fingers to move faster and faster. She found it hard to believe that she could again reach a climax so quickly after what Brad had done to her.

"Oh shit," she moaned and chanted, "come, come, come, COME!"

Faster and faster she moved her fingers, and suddenly she felt the blinding explosions bursting inside her head. Eyes tightly shut, breathing labored, she almost fell to the floor. She grabbed the seat of the John with her free hand to stabilize herself.

Then it was over, and for a moment Sally was sure she must be depraved. Breathing hard, she again cleaned herself. While she had been fingering herself, more of Brad's cum had seeped out of her hole.

Now to bed, she told herself; enough is enough.

She returned to the bedroom, drew a nightie over her naked body, and slipped into bed beside Brad. He moaned in his sleep and flopped an arm over her breasts.

"You okay, baby?" he mumbled.

"Yes, honey, I'm fine," she replied, and, in her mind, added, "now." Chapter 2 Sally had just kissed Brad goodbye at the door with a "see you next week," and started on the breakfast dishes, when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Guess who?"

"I give up."

"Your crazy brother! Do you mean after five years you don't even recognize my voice?"

"Reese, how are you? It's good to hear from you!"

The old familiar rumble started in the pit of her stomach when she heard her handsome brother's voice. God, she thought, has it been five years? Yes, it had. The last time she had seen Reese was at his wife's funeral. She had been injured in an auto accident and never regained consciousness.

"Listen, the kids have forgotten they even have an Aunt. Summer officially starts in a couple of weeks… why don't you plan on coming out and spending it with us?"

"Oh, Reese, thanks for asking. I'd love to… but… "

"But what? Don't tell me you got married again."

"God, you know better than that!"

"Then pack your bikini and come on out."

"Tell you what. I'll let you know in a week or so… all right?"

"The answer better be yes or I'll just come back there and pack you up myself."

They exchanged small talk for a few more minutes and then rang off. Sally finished the dishes with thoughts of that summer night so long ago when she and Reese had been two crazy kids together.

Thoughts of that night started to run deeper, to the point where Sally started reliving it, for the hundredth time. Then the phone rang again.

"Sally, it's Louise Dale."

"Hi, Lou."

"Honey, I know it's Saturday, and your probably tired from a hard week's work, but I desperately need a favor."

"What is it?"

"Well, I have to go to a dinner tonight and I'm afraid it'll be very late before I get back. One of the other girls at the office has agreed to take care of Lucy, but Timmy's a problem."

"Timmy? But he's twelve years old, Lou, and looks even older. Can't he take care of himself?"

"Yes, he really could, but I hate to leave him alone all night."

"All night?"

"Would it be a big imposition?"

Sally thought for a moment. She had been toying with the idea of going out tonight and perhaps casting around for a younger replacement for Brad. It was Saturday night and the clubs would be filled with eager, available young men. But Louise was her best friend.

"All right, Lou. Do you want me to pick him up?"

"Oh no, honey, I'll drop him off. See you in an hour!"

"An hour… " But it was too late. Louise had already hung up.

Sally had barely taken her bath and dressed when the doorbell announced the boy's arrival.

"Hello, Mrs. Young."

"Hi, Timmy," Sally said, letting him into the apartment and closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry about this," the boy said. "I'm old enough to take care of myself, but… you know mothers!"