Carla Hadim - Wild And Willing

He looked at Jane and jenny and wanted to be able to kiss them from their eyes to their knees. If anything, Jenny's breasts were even nicer than Jane's. Probably the result of better nutrition when she was a child. Their bodies curved out at the hips, slanted down toward that fine mysterious place between their legs.

Jenny suddenly got tired of talking to her great-aunt's gigolo. "Oh hell," she said in her upper-crust accent, dismissing Rick's foibles as so much child play. "Jane, why should we give a damn whatever the hell he wants to do. It's his life to screw up. Come on." She took Jane by the arm. "Let's get acquainted."

Rick knew his chances by now of getting into jenny's pants were nil. He did feel that he had a small chance of getting into Jane's, so he said, "Jane, when you're ready to go I'd like a ride back to town."

Jane stopped moving away. She came back to stand in front of him. "I'll loan you a dime, if you need one. Maybe you can call Mrs. Cruise. Maybe she would like to give you a ride. Or is it Mrs. Simpson's turn tonight? Or somebody else's? Call them, Rick, not me." She walked away, arm in arm with jenny.

Jenny smiled back over her shoulder as only the rich can smile. "Tell Auntie hello for me, won't you, Rick? I'd appreciate it."

Rick stood fuming with anger as he watched them walk away.

He watched Jane's ass and imagined it naked again. He thought of calling after her and reminding her that one of her fits was smaller than the other, but he stopped himself when he realized that even he wasn't that much of a heel. Jane seemed to have gotten over her hang-up, so much so that she now felt strong enough to tell Rick Temple, famous lover, to go to hell.

And he watched Jenny Roman, the rich heiress, and tried mentally to strip her but she stubbornly kept her clothes on and he could only imagine her laughing at him as he struggled vainly with her buttons.

He imagined also Mrs. Witherdine, Auntie herself, fidgeting impatiently as she awaited his arrival. Well, he just wasn't going tonight. He wanted something young, something that would remind him that he himself was only twenty, and he went looking for it.

He saw Shawn Cruise on the edge of the party. Shawn was drinking beer and seemed morose and unhappy. Rick said to hell with him. He got himself another beer and it tasted even better than the first one had. He relaxed more, now that he had given up the idea of trying to force his way into Jane's panties. Instead of making him unhappy, it only freed him to make his way through the crush of young people, talk to this. girl or that one, and try to find one who would do all he wanted for tonight and would forget him in the morning.

He didn't have to look far.

Her name was Emma Buck. She was about seventeen, and her small frame made her seem frail but she stood well in her middie-blouse and jeans and smoked a cigarette as if she had been doing it for a year at least so Rick was confident he wasn't getting a virgin. He hoped she wasn't a virgin. He thought he was tired of virgins. They hoped for so much, and expected so much more. Emma's jeans came only part way up in front and her smooth stomach was exposed with its solitary eye of a belly button.

She had just finished high school, she said. She was going to the University of Rhode Island in the fall. This was her last summer of playing around, she explained, because come September she had to get serious, buckle down, study hard, and be a success. But until then she wanted to have fun., "You look like you're built kind of nice," she said, looking at Rick's frame, at the bulge in his tight pants. "Do you have plans for the rest of the night?"

"No." He took her by the arm and led her toward the door. "But I do have plans for right now."

She laughed. "Good. So do I."

Holding hands and laughing, they walked outside and down a path that led toward the small inlet from the bay. They stopped finally when they were away from the house, near a pile of driftwood.

Rick turned her to him in the dark and brought his lips down across her cool forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and at last to her mouth. She met him with parted lips and a tongue eager for his.

They could hear music from the house, distant and faraway. Occasionally cars passed over the highway bridge at the head of the inlet.

Rick's hands passed down her back, hovered for a moment where her ass began to swell, then he cupped her cheeks and pulled her to him. He: pressed his hardening cock against her crotch and she wriggled against him.

"Oh, I love it," she whispered into his mouth. "I love it.

Her breath was warm and moist, sweet, and she covered his mouth and cheeks with kisses and nibbles.

There were enough stars and a small crescent of a moon overhead that when Rick brought his hands from her ass to open her shirt he could see that her breasts were pointed, did not rise in soft maidenly curves but came almost to direct points and the nipples hid soft and invisible within their large brown circles. He kissed her neck, his hands again on her ass. He bent over and sucked her left breast into his mouth. The nipple rose fast and hard against the thrusting of his tongue. He caught it between his teeth and nipped very gently, then moved his lips across her chest to her other tit and brought its nipple also to a stand.

Emma did not bother, with Rick's shirt. Her hands slipped the end of his belt through the loops and expertly unhooked it. She touched his hard penis through his pants, squeezed it, passed her hands along its length. She unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down and pushed both her hands around his hips to ease his pants toward the sand.

Still holding her ass and kissing her tits, Rick tried to ease Emma down to the ground.

She resisted, but hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of his shorts and pulled them down too. Her cool hands found his cock and she held it against her bare stomach, pulling on it.

Her jeans were held up only by a short row of buttons in front and would have opened as easily as a box of popcorn, but when Rick tried to unbutton the first one she moved her body away. She brought her hand back to cradle his balls in their tight sack.

"You don't think I'm going to fuck here in this sand," she said.

Rick felt a little silly with his pants around his ankles, but her hands on his balls comforted him. "I did have that in mind," he said.

She brought both hands out the length of his prick. "You have a fine cock, it's very hard, isn't it?"

"Listen, Emma, you don't know how hard it can get. You've got fine tits, and I love the way the nipples come up hard when I kiss them. I love your belly button and the way your stomach is hard and tight and I'll bet your cunt is ready, I'll bet it's sweating right now for my cock, you could spread your legs and I could slip right inside you without the slightest problem."

"I know that's true," she whispered. She seemed to want to lean against him again, to thrust her hips against his, but she hesitated. She touched herself between her legs. "You know I'm ready. You know I'm wet for you."

She kneeled at his feet. "I don't want sand in my cunt. I'm simply not going to fuck out here in this sand." She held his cock with her fingers and kissed its tip, licked quickly across the tender underside.

He lifted her up. He didn't want a quick blow job like the kid inside the house. He wanted to fuck. Desperately. "Let's go inside then." He kissed her mouth.

"Hey, hey, big cock. Don't get in a hurry. I'll take you somewhere tonight that will blow your mind. You willing?"

Rick put her hand back on his dick. "You feel that and you know damn well I'm willing."

"Hey, you really want to go. I hoped you would as soon as I saw you at the party. You'd be good, I think. You look like you're all right in bed. Are you?"