Carla Hadim - Wild And Willing

Jane may have been inexperienced, but she was a willing student and while he kissed her nipples Jane kissed his hair while her hands began to, roam over his body. She touched his nipples, down to his belly button, along his thighs and back to the balls she once had considered the finest pair she had ever touched. She held his penis in her hand and felt the blood begin to surge back into it.

His mouth kissed under her breasts and he held her hips with both hands, then straightened out her legs until she was lying beside him with his face over her stomach. His tongue searched out her belly button while his hands touched her thighs and slightly spread them. He tried to ignore what she was beginning to do to his crotch, but it was impossible not to be aware of at least some of her actions.

Her fingers traced the crack of his ass, held the cheeks, then walked back across his hips. He felt her lift his prick. It was at full stand now and he was aware when her mouth was near it because he felt her breath across its tender underside. She touched it with her lips. "Oh Rick," she began. "Rick, it's going to be so nice." He felt her tongue slide between her lips and tenderly, shyly, touch the underside of his cock, almost at the tip.

He spread her thighs and kissed along her stomach, from her navel to the beginning of her curly hair. He was happy that she did not resist him as so often girls who had never allowed themselves to be eaten thought they had to do. She raised her right leg to allow him to reach around her hip, past her ass, and to her cunt with his right hand.

He thought she smelled fresh, especially after her ocean swim, but still funky enough to be a rich cunt, one ripe and beginning to flow with the juices so necessary to good fucking.

He did not pet her cunt, nor try to stimulate her with his fingers. He merely spread her lips with the very tips of his fingers and went gently into her with his tongue. She tasted salty, of the sea and of fuck. She moved her left leg up so that she could be opened further for him and when she did so his tongue stroked her hard little shaft and her ass moved closer to him, her back curling so he could dive in even further.

He sensed, in the back of his mind, that the end of his cock was in her virgin mouth. He sensed, rather than felt, her lips pressing along his shaft. He sensed her fingers weighing his balls, holding his cock, and he felt, at last, her mouth beginning to suck him. His cock swelled in her mouth and she slid further over it and took more inside and as she started sliding up and down his stiff rod her saliva poured along his throbbing veins as her own cunt began pouring juices against Rick's mouth.

He stroked a finger into her, his long middle finger. He felt the tight walls of her cunt. He followed it as far as he could with his tongue, thrusting in and out quickly, flicking her clit, forcing her ass to move from side to side. He heard her beginning to moan, the sounds coming out of her mouth around his cock.

He removed the wet finger from her cunt and brought it a little to the rear and he found her tight little brown hole and worked in up to the first joint. Nellie had liked that the night before and Rick thought that Jane might like it even more. She did.

He removed his finger and wiped it again through the fluids pouring from her cunt and went back to her hole and worked it inside again, this time as far as the second joint. As his tongue stroked her cunt, he began moving his finger in and out of her ass. He slid it in past the second joint, then joined it with his index finger as far as the first joint.

He pushed and his middle finger slid into her tight, ever so tight ass as far as the knuckle. He began fucking her with it, at the same time as his tongue was sucking her slit, and he felt her thighs tensing as she neared her orgasm. He subsided, slacked off in her ass and felt her muscles relax slightly. He took his tongue from her clit and rammed it into her cunt and then began slowly, ever so slowly, to fuck her ass again with his finger, bringing her slowly and steadily up to the high cliff again of which this time he would push her over.

She had taken nearly all of his cock down her throat. She let him go when he relaxed with her and she let the shaft slide out, keeping only the head in her mouth. But she sucked hard on the head and when Rick began fucking her ass with both fingers again she started sucking all of his cock back into her mouth.

He pumped a little faster with his fingers. He felt her muscles tightening again. She sucked on him harder, using her gums and tongue instead of her cunt and clit, her hands squeezing what she could not get into her mouth, her fingers holding tight against his balls, pressing against that hard part of his shaft just behind his balls and ahead of his ass. Rick's thighs began pumping as he moved his tongue back to her clit and he stroked faster and faster in and out of her ass.

Her moaning began again, beginning somewhere in the bottom of her stomach and emerging with her breath through her nostrils.

Rick felt himself gathering in his thighs, his stomach, and his hips began to thrash involuntarily as he mounted past his own breaking point. Jane held tight to his balls, his cock. She sucked hard, not flinching at all as Rick started to come but thrusting her own hips up toward Rick's mouth, driving her clit against his tongue as his fingers fucked far up her ass.

Her orgasm started just a second before his. The grasping of her thighs, the thrusting of her feet, broke Rick over his own edge and he started pumping his come out of his balls, spurting his jism deep into Jane's throat as she mouthed `his cock, squeezed his balls for more, as her own pent-up emotions broke against his mouth and her floodgates burst open to anoint Rick's tongue and mouth with the sweet perfumes of her body.

After a long while, during which they lay curled in each other's arms, they swam again, then fucked slowly, longingly, Rick's cock probing further into her than his tongue ever could have. Her back was curled under him and her ankles hooked over his shoulders so he could thrust as far up her cunt as any man had ever fucked. Rick touched the boat only with his hands and his feet as Jane expertly brought him to another breaking point and then rode over the top with him.

After they had sailed back to shore, after dark, Rick took Jane to her own room above the restaurant, kissed her good night and good-bye. He spent the night alone in his own room, sleeping like a man who had lifted a heavy weight off his own shoulders.

In the morning, before he left for his university, he mailed a heavy package to Jane. Inside was more than $3000, the entire sum of Rick's earnings as a gigolo. He enclosed a note:

Jane, For the best sailing lesson I have ever had, you have been awarded a scholarship to the university of your choice. The money is sour for me, but it should not be for you. If you use it to go to school, I know you will not look for Easy Street because you are smart enough to know that such a place does not exist.

Love from me.

The campus was almost deserted. Rick saw a few caretakers he recognized, and a few students were hanging around taking summer courses to catch up on what they had missed during the winter.

He enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere after the hectic pace at the resort. No reveled in the wide open spaces, the vast lawns and sloping hills, the trees loaded with leaves and the calm warmth that seemed to permeate even the buildings. He looked forward to the movements of the fall when students would return and the pace would increase a thousandfold, but as of now he was content to lounge in the room which during the school year he shared with a roomie. But now, during the summer, the roomie was working with a surveying gang near Topeka, Kansas and Rick felt that living alone in the room was much like having a private apartment on an estate on which he did not even have to pay the gardeners. He got up early and walked to breakfast at the student union under a chorus of birds. He spent most of every morning in the college library, discovering volumes that had not been checked out since the 1930s. He usually ate lunch off campus at a small diner and returned to his room to read some of the books, to reread some of his textbooks from last term, or to watch a late afternoon movie on his portable TV. During the evening, he strolled downtown to watch a film, hang around the well-lighted bookstore half-flirting with the salesgirls. Or just walk.