John Coles: Young And Willing

When at last her body had calmed enough to make movement possible, she moved into the living room and poured herself a large tumbler of whiskey. She drank it in three long swallows and poured another.

A half-hour later the bottle was nearly half empty. Sally was giddy and still whimpering, but some of the edge had gone from her all-consuming passion; not all, but some.

She was pouring yet another drink when the door bell rang in her ear like the tolling of Big Ben. She set the bottle and glass on the nearest table and, barely taking time to knot the flimsy robe around her, ran to the door.

It might be Brad, she thought, or even, best of all, maybe it was Timmy. Maybe he had enough nerve to just come over and demand that she let him fuck her. Sally, in her present state, would almost welcome his petty attempts at blackmail. She didn't care about anything other than sex as she pulled the door wide.

"Mrs. Young… Sally Young?"

"Yes," Sally replied, stepping back, her mind racing.

"My name's Harry Field, Mrs. Young. I'm a junior at Lorimont College, and to help with my education I'm in a program concerning magazine subscriptions… "

He was young, handsome, and had a well-muscled, athletic body. At that point in time, at Sally's door, he could have been selling an icebox, and she could have been an Eskimo housewife; she would have bought one.

"Come in," she said. "Come right in!"

She led him into the living room. She picked up her half finished drink and turned to him. "What is it you're selling?

"Uh… magazine… " No more words would come from his mouth.

It had been dark in the hallway by the door. It was much lighter in the living room and the young man could now see the beautiful, mature woman who stood before him had absolutely nothing on under the thin robe she wore.

His body twitched and his mouth went dry as he traced the molded contours of her huge, melon-like breasts. The areolas, as round as silver dollars and as dark as bing cherries, were flashing at him through the gauzy material. The dark triangle of her cunt was so clearly outlined that he imagined that he could count every one of the wiry, curling pubic hairs.

"How much are they?" Sally said, draining her glass and setting it down with a thump on the table beside her.

"A… well, a… which ones?"

"All of them."

"All…?"

"That's what I said," Sally repeated, and pulled a checkbook and a pen from a drawer in the table.

"Well, all of them… I mean, if you-want all… "

"I do," Sally said, writing.

"It would be sixty-five dollars."

She scribbled, tore the check from the book, and handed it to him. "Harry Field was the name, wasn't it?"

"Yeah… yes, ma'am, that's right," he said, covering the space between them in two quick strides and lifting the check from her hand.

"And now," Sally said, reaching for the clasps that held her robe, "I would like to ask a favor of you, Harry."

She pulled the top of the robe open, letting her pendulous breasts burst free. She smiled at his sudden intake of breath and let the robe slither from her voluptuous body. She studied the reaction on his face; his eyes widened and his breathing got much heavier.

The gown passed her wide, womanly hips and revealed her dark triangle, now completely bare to his gaze.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned, and automatically adjusted his aching cock in his pants.

"Need I say more?"

"Oh, no. You said it all, lady."

"Follow me!" Sally said, her blood racing with the wanton brazenness of her act. When they were in the bedroom, she turned to him. "Kiss me," she said. "Kiss me and rub your cock against my pussy!"

Harry Field gave her a long, passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled as his hands kneaded her bare ass cheeks. One finger slid into the crease between them and gently worked its way into her rear hole.

Sally broke the kiss and smiled up at him. "Do you like to fuck there?"

"I like to fuck anywhere," he panted.

"Good. You will."

Sally proceeded to undress him slowly and carefully, hanging or draping each piece as she took it off. His prick throbbed during the process, jerking even harder when she knelt in front of him to pull his shorts, shoes, and socks off.

When he was stark naked, she opened a drawer in the dresser and took out a jar of thick cream. After skinning his cock back, she applied the lotion to the entire length of his pulsing rod, putting an extra dab on the tip.

After that was done, she moved to the bed. Positioning herself on her hands and knees, she pointed the gleaming cheeks of her ass towards him.

"Damn, your cunt and your ass are beautiful!"

"Fuck me, Harry. Hurry!" Sally moaned. "Crawl up behind me and shove your dick in a hole. I don't care which one!" She spread her knees wide and held her breath until she heard movement behind her.

The young man stepped up behind her and gripped her hips with shaking hands. Then, using her ass to guide his cock, he slid the dripping head up and down the dark crack of her ass until it was slippery with the cream.

Reaching down, he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pointed the head of his prick at her asshole. He pressed against it slowly, letting his big tool slide into her easily. When it was buried, he put his hands back on her hips and shoved hard.

"Ohhhhh," Sally groaned. "It's big…ohhh shit, fuck meeeee!"

"Christ," he gasped, "what an ass! Damn, that feels good!"

"Stick it in all the way," she urged. "All the way!"

He began hunching and pumping his shaft. She helped by swirling her ass around in a circle. She looked back between her legs and could see his balls swinging back and forth as he pumped his big tool into her.

"Swing it, baby… swing it high! Aaarrggghhhh! You're ass is so fucking tight! Beautiful!"

Sally undulated her hips faster, moving around on his dick as it plunged deep into her bowels. He bent over her and took a big tit in each hand, squeezing the huge breasts as he pounded her asshole with his rigid prick.

"Oh shit, you got me so fucking hot, I'm gonna come already!"

"DO IT! Cream my asshole. Harder, fuck it harder!" she shouted, her eyes still glued to the blur of his frantically swinging balls.

"There!"

She felt his warm fluid surge into her anal canal. He stopped his motions to let it spurt out while he gasped over her back. Then he stood up and pulled his rod out, his juice dripping on the floor from her rear hole as he withdrew it.

"I want more," Sally cried, her face contorted into a mask of lust as she rolled to her back on the bed. "I want a lot more!" She threw her legs high in the air and spread her thighs wide apart.

"Lady, you are somethin' else, but you came to the right man. Just gimme a minute or two to get it up again!"

"Eat me!"

"Huh?"

"Suck my cunt till you get hard again." She pried her lower lips apart until his eyes could feast on the gooey pink meat of her inner vulva.

He fell to his knees and buried his head eagerly between her thighs. Below her cunt his own jism was streaming from her asshole. He didn't care. He lapped that up too, along with the sticky fluids that oozed from between her cunt lips.

Sally's body wracked through a quick orgasm the second his tongue moved back up to massage her crack. "Ohhh, don't stop!" she shrieked. "Tongue-fuck me, you bastard!"

Her cunt opened like a flower to receive his driving tongue. He was like an animal devouring the succulent meat between her legs. His tongue wouldn't stop once it started. Cunt and asshole. He licked and sucked them both wildly, making each of them burn for more.

"Now… NOW, you cunt-sucker! Fuck me! Put your prick in my pussy and make me come off big! BRING ME OFF!"

Goddam, he thought, how lucky can a guy get? Maybe I'll quit school and just sell magazines for a living!