John Coles: Young And Willing

Sally bit her lip to stifle a laugh. "I'm afraid I do, Tim. Now, since we're going to be together today, tonight, and probably most of tomorrow, why don't you call me Sally?"

"Okay. Hey, can I go swimming in the pool?"

"Sure. In fact, I'll go with you. You can dress in there. That's the spare bedroom where you'll sleep tonight."

He galloped off and Sally went into her own room. From a drawer she pulled two swimsuits; one a skimpy bikini and the other a one-piece tank suit.

She giggled. "Wonder if there will be any men by the pool!"

The tank suit was skin tight. It showed off every curve of her voluptuous body. But the bikini did the same thing, and showed off a lot more flesh. She chose the bikini and replaced the tank suit in the drawer.

She tossed the skimpy suit on the bed and removed all her clothes. Thinking she would save herself a trip later, she decided to use the bathroom before going down to the pool.

Still naked, she opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. She had totally forgotten that the bathroom connected both bedrooms, and there stood young Timmy, also naked, with his cock in his hand.

Not hearing Sally enter, he shook his cock and reached over to flush the commode. His prick was still in his hand when he saw the voluptuously naked woman standing there staring at him, her eyes wide.

Sally stood in the doorway, hardly breathing, her eyes glued to the boy's cock. Suddenly, several realizations dawned on her. Timmy was a very big boy for his age; far from a child. She had no idea that boys matured as quickly as Timmy had obviously matured. It also hit her that the boy wasn't the least bit embarrassed at seeing her naked body. In fact, it was quite the opposite. His eyes roamed freely over her heavy, jutting breasts, drinking in the splendor of her huge, dark aureoles. Then they slowly dropped across her creamy belly and came to rest on the thick mat of dark pubic hair that didn't completely cover the pink, puffy lips of her pussy.

As his eyes studied every part of her, his hand started, involuntarily, to move up and down his prick. Sally knew that she should make some sort of excuse and back out of the room, but she couldn't. She was fascinated.

She tried to lift her eyes to his adoring face, but they kept returning to his cock and balls. His prick was nearly rigid now, the dark head oozing from the foreskin in front of his pumping hand.

"Timmy… I… "

"Gosh, you're beautiful," he gasped, cutting her off. "I never seen a pussy with hair on it before."

Sally almost fainted. What was he saying? What was she doing? Why didn't she get out of there?

Because she liked watching him pump his prick like that. That's why she stayed. She found herself wanting to reach out and do it for him.

His hand continued to flash up and down the rigid shaft, giving the older woman full view of his glistening prick. She watched, fascinated, as the boy pumped his cock into a bigger and thicker erection. The foreskin slid gradually back to reveal the bright red meat of his cockhead.

"Oh, Jesus," Sally moaned, feeling saliva gather in her mouth. The more she looked at his cock the more her pussy tingled. She could barely resist moving her hand down between her thighs and finger-fucking herself.

Then she gasped and blushed at the same time. Her pussy was dripping juice. She could feel the sticky fluid on her inner thighs.

It hit her like a rifle shot; she was getting turned on by the sight of a twelve year old boy playing with himself. It was depraved, Sally told herself. I'm depraved. And yet it's happening and I can't stop it!

She was imagining her own hand curled around that cock, her head being lowered until his throbbing meat severed her lips and slid easily into her throat. Her breath was coming in great gasps and she felt the lips of her pussy swell with hot desire.

Sally's naked body was having the same effect on the boy as his cock was having on her. He had fucked young girls before, but he had never seen anything to compare with Sally. She was an incredibly beautiful, voluptuous woman, with great, heavy tits and a big, beautiful pussy. He wanted to touch and suck her tits. He wanted to run his cock up and down in that dark forest of pubic fur.

God, he wanted her. He wanted to fuck her. And something in the way she stared at his cock told him that maybe she wanted to fuck him, too.

He started moving closer to her. She didn't move. She just stared at him as if she were afraid of him.

God, he thought, those tits. They were like huge, creamy pillows. He longed to touch them, suck them, play with them. He could almost feel and taste the tips of those long, dark nipples in his mouth.

What was he doing? Sally thought.

Then she knew.

Before she could stop him, he had lifted his hands and pulled her arms away from her breasts. She could almost see drool coming from the corners of the boy's lips as her heavy, swaying tits bounced forward toward his waiting lips.

He reached out and cupped one big melon in each hand. He squeezed them and used his thumbs to explore the soft, darker skin around the nipples.

"God," he gasped, as he felt the nipples grow even stiffer under his touch.

"Timmy… no… stop," Sally gasped, but couldn't make her body move away from his touch. "Please, this isn't right."

"I… I can't help it," the boy gulped. "You're so beautiful… and I'm so hot!"

He grasped the warm flesh of her big tits more firmly now. Sally closed her eyes as he massaged the huge globes. Her brain said no, but her body was going wild from his touch.

"Oh… ohhhh," the boy breathed. "My cock hurts, Mrs. Young… it hurts real bad."

"Stop, Timmy… please, stop!"

But instead of stopping, he released her tits and ran his hands down over the perspiring flesh of her belly. He combed his fingers through the thick fleece of her cunt hair and kept going until two fingers had parted the top of her oozing slit.

Sally squealed when his finger touched her clit. "No, Timmy… oh God, not there!"

Her words told the youth that he had struck gold. He touched the little nub of hot flesh and brought another cry from her lips. Suddenly he felt hot pussy juice pooling around his probing finger. There was no doubt in his mind now that she liked what he was doing.

He slid his exploring finger farther between her soft thighs and found hair-fringed, slick lips, plump and hot and wet. It wasn't hard for him to find her hole. It was big and prominent. His finger slid easily into the slick valley, up into the tight, hot hole.

Again, Sally moaned like an animal. His finger felt so good to her. He began to inch farther into her cunt. A flood of pussy juice poured out to soak the palm of his hand. She staggered back against the wall, trembling too much to trust her legs. He moved along with her, keeping his finger lodged in her steamy pussy. He came to rest with his face pressed against her great, firm tits. On impulse, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick and tease her erect pink nipples.

She had to stop him. She knew if she let it go any further, she would let the boy fuck her. And that couldn't be. She couldn't live with herself if she seduced her best friend's twelve year old son.

But what could she do?

"Timmy… TIM!"

"Yeah?" he gasped, working his fingers in and out of her cunt while he fisted his cock with the other.

"We've got to stop this!"

"I… I just can't! My prick hurts too much. Let me put it in your pussy. Please, let me fuck you!"

"NO!" Sally cried, and then lowered her voice to plead with him. "Listen, I'll make a deal with you if you promise never to tell anyone."

"I promise… I really do! I just want my cock to go off!"

"It will," Sally said, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into her bedroom.