John Coles - Young And Willing

He was waiting at her door when she arrived.

"Oh, baby," he gasped, after kissing her long and hard, "how I've missed you!"

"I want you," she rasped.

"C'mon. Hurry!" he said, fumbling the door open. "I have to leave this afternoon. We'll only have time for a quickie, but we'll make it a good one!"

Sally's heart sank, but she needed a cock so badly that she beat him getting undressed and to the bedroom. He grabbed her and kissed her as they both fell back onto the bed.

"I thought you said you were in a hurry."

"I… am," he panted.

She smiled, just a little disgusted with both herself and Brad; she was playing the whore for him again, throwing herself in his already married arms and he didn't even have a hard-on.

Sally rolled over on top of him and went straight for his cock with her mouth. Suddenly, with his limp cock getting hard in her throat, she realized that it wasn't much bigger than Timmy's after all. Besides that, for some reason, it didn't taste as good.

Dammit, her mind screamed at her, quit thinking about that kid!

She shrugged her shoulders and concentrated on what she had; Brad's firm, well-shaped prick. After all, didn't she like the way this cock fit in her mouth? Sure she did.

Then he was rock hard and the thrust of his dick in Sally's head made her forget everything but the moment. She worked her tongue all around the ridge of the cock. She ran it down his sperm tube, sucked on his hairy balls, and then back up to the swollen cockhead again. She worked her tongue all around it, not letting one spot go untouched.

Spasms of joy shot through her whole body as she increased her pressure. She felt his hand probing the soft folds of her moist cunt and went all soft inside. He pulled her over on top of him so that her cunt came right down on his long, pointed tongue. She trembled violently as she felt it enter her.

Pressing down on top of him as hard as she could, she wondered if it might be possible to smother him to death. It didn't matter. As long as she could feel his tongue still moving, she knew he was still alive. In and out it went, each time causing her fluids to flow more freely. She was drenched inside, her hot juices already pouring all over his face.

"Do it harder," she moaned, going after his balls and asshole, working them both over till they were on fire.

She opened her thighs wide. It made her cunthole gape so wide open that it was impossible for him to miss it with his thrusting tongue. Then, when his tongue was deep inside her pussy, and his face was pressed against the musk of her cuntal lips, she snapped her thighs shut again.

She did it again, and then again, until it continued as a steady movement. At the same time, her mouth was hungrily feeding on his saliva-coated, throbbing prick. Her head was like a piston as she furiously bobbed it up and down. She took his hefty cock to the hilt in her throat on each downward swing.

Brad cried out, his body tensed, and then he screamed out his come. "Oh shit fuck… Sally, I'm cominggggg!"

He came in jetting spurts, sending his hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. She licked at his milk like a greedy cat.

Brad gave her a tumble so that she was suddenly lying on her back. She was so excited she couldn't stand it any longer. She spread her legs wide, feeling his hands massaging her cunt. He was on his knees, leaning over, his tongue licking her thighs. Slowly, he moved up to her pussy. His hands were wrapped tightly around her ass, hurting her as he drove his face harder and harder into her, sucking out her cunt with an intensity he had never shown before.

Sally gyrated slowly, clutching at his hair, then his ears, then reaching down, trying to grip his meaty tongue. Then he pulled her legs up, running his hands up and down the backs of her thighs, rubbing his face between her legs, then lifting her and licking her ass.

She tingled all over and could feel his hard, huge cock pressing against her leg. She whimpered, pushing herself up to a sitting position. She bent over him, finding his cock again with her mouth, wetting it with her saliva, then sucking on it wildly, sliding up and down its thick, firm sides, nibbling on the head, probing the opening with the tip of her tongue.

She clasped at his balls, sending him into a frenzy, pulling the skin back and forth. She felt one of his fingers worm its way into her pussy and one of them go its way into her ass. One finger applied to her cunt and the other deep in her ass. She went insane now, taking his whole cock in her mouth, making it explode again and again.

They seemed to be rolling all over the bed in every direction at once. She refused to let go of his prick. It was firm in her mouth, and that was where she wanted it to stay. He was nursing her clitoris, making it harder and larger. With each inward thrust of his tongue, she went into complete spasms.

Finally, she rolled away from his body, but only so that he could mount her. Her pussy was hot and more than ready, and she shook with joy when he drove his throbbing meat into her cunt. It filled her to the brim, driving her even further into complete abandonment. They rolled over so that now she was on top. She sat up straight, letting his cock go even further in than it already was.

She rocked back and forth on the rigid prick, bending backwards and closing her eyes as he thrust his pelvis up and down. He grabbed at her tits, pulling on them until they swelled beyond their normal size, aching with passion. Neither one could contain themselves. It was the first time they had ever been this way with each other, and they both wanted it to last as long as possible.

But it didn't last. Brad came again, all too soon.

He had barely drained the last of his balls when he pulled his cock from her still-clutching pussy and rolled off the bed.

"Brad… what's the matter?"

"Nothing, baby."

"Then, my God, Don't stop now!"

"I got to, honey," he replied, hurriedly climbing into his clothes and running a comb through his hair.

"You son-of-a-bitch!"

"Baby, you got to understand. I got an important meeting!"

"Fuck your meeting!" Sally screamed, tears in her eyes, her fingers clawing at her pussy as if they could put out the raging fire he had placed there.

He smiled, a typically male smile of total confidence, and leaned over to kiss her. "Maybe tonight."

One hand flew up and delivered a smack across his face that rocked his head clear over to his shoulders.

"You bastard!"

"What the hell did you do that for?"

"Because I want you to fuck me!" He started for the door, a look of fear in his eyes. "I told you, fuck me again!"

"I just did fuck you."

Sally followed him into the hall, throwing the thin, see-through peignoir around her body as she trotted behind him. "You prick… you bastard!"

"I told you, dammit," he hissed, pausing at the front door, "maybe tonight!"

"There won't be any more nights," she spat directly into his face, "if you don't come back upstairs with me right now!"

The door was open and Brad stood, facing her, one foot on each side of the jamb. "If that's the way you feel about it, then I guess there won't be any more nights."

He turned and walked away.

"You asshole… man!" Sally screamed after him and slammed the door.

She leaned against it and cried soundlessly. The tears rolled down her cheeks and dripping from her chin onto her bare, heaving breasts as her whole body shook with rage, frustration, and sexual need.

"Damn," she groaned, one hand clutching and kneading a breast while she pried apart her cunt lips with the fingers of the other. "Hurts… aches… I need it… Oh Shit, I need it!"

It was some minutes before she coaxed her pussy to a mini-climax standing right there in the hall, leaning against the door with her legs spread wide.