Carla Hadim - Wild And Willing

Even though Elizabeth Cruise had sucked him to a stand-still, Rick had not actually believed he would be able to perform at his best for a woman of Mrs. Witherdine's age. He had thought the sight of her fading body, her probably dry cunt, would turn him off.

But Mrs. Witherdine, by making him stand naked and watch her perform upon herself, had done the impossible. She had made him want her.

He would not have believed it possible before. He actually wanted her. He wanted to fuck her. Previously he had simply been doing his duty as part of his new profession as gigolo, but Mrs. Witherdine had treated him with such expertise that he wanted nothing more now than to get his cock as far up in her as he could to please both of them. Ile leaned toward. her slightly.

She recognized his feelings. With her voice coming from deep within the pillows, her fingers still probing her wet cunt, she asked, half whispering, "Will you fuck me?"

Before she finished the sentence Rick leaned over her to catch her breasts where they were pushed up between her upper arms. He sucked the hard nipple of the left tit between his teeth, then kissed her chest over to her other nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth. His hands found her belly button and he rested one hand lightly against her abdomen, the tips of his fingers barely skimming the top of her pubic hair.

Her fingers left her cunt and stroked his prick as he climbed onto the bed. Spreading her legs to accept him, she raised her cunt to press against his thighs as he rolled over her.

His mouth found hers and as his tongue stroked into her mouth he felt his balls being weighed in her hands and his cock being pointed forward and he felt her touch it against the moist lips of her cunt and suddenly, with only the slightest pressure of his hips, he was inside her.

Almost without reason or acknowledgment of it, Rick felt he had as suddenly slipped all the way into every forbidden woman in the world, his mother, his sisters, every older woman who had petted him as a child, his aunts, all the women as he was growing who had said they would have liked to have eaten him up. And as soon as the thought flashed through his mind it disappeared and he was in Mrs. Witherdine's cunt as far as he could reach and his balls were bumping blissfully against her ass.

She was strong inside and went directly for what she wanted. Her knees came up under Rick's arms and her thighs gripped him, stroked his waist as she pumped. She pumped hard, her mouth gasping, her orgasms coming almost instantly, one after another.

Rick's cock swelled, he shoved hard into her, and felt a wave of his own orgasm pass over him. He held onto it, though, as he felt her comings subside, as she settled down to a long, slow fuck if Rick could hold off long enough. He thought he could, and he wanted to, so he slacked off himself, drew his organ almost completely out of her slick, soaking cunt and let it rest a few seconds, the head still inside her, the shaft pumping and gorged with blood but under control, cooling and settling, as Mrs. Witherdine flexed her muscles and squeezed the head.

Rick lowered himself again, sliding slowly back into her.

Mrs. Witherdine rolled her head from side to side. She held onto Rick's ass with her heels, pulling him tighter against her loins. Reaching down between his legs, she found his balls and stroked them, fingered them, put her finger around the shaft of his cock where it disappeared into her soaking hole.

Rick spread his legs and took firm hold on the bed with his toes and his knees and the palms of his hands. He worked over her.as he had never worked over anyone. She was his ticket to stardom. He would do her better than he did Elizabeth Cruise, because Mrs. Witherdine was more important, could open so many more doors. His cock thrust far up her and she wriggled on it like he was pinning her to the bed, she fought it as nobody had ever fought his cock before.

It seemed to Rick that ripples passed over her body, starting at her crotch and working up to her scalp and back down. Up and down her body. He felt detached almost, as if he were merely an interested bystander, and he might have been able to detach himself completely except that an irresistible impulse began to gather in his thighs, in his lower abdomen, as if he were slowly being set on fire.

He thought it would be wonderful if he could spend the entire afternoon in Mrs. Witherdine's bed, always just on the verge of coming but not quite as Mrs. Witherdine writhed and gasped under him, her brain set afire by the cold, calculated actions of the cock thrusting far up inside her, the cock she had never seen mere minutes before and now was inside her private person turning her into an animal.

He sucked a fit into his mouth, the nipple hard and firm.

Quickly, without warning her, he grabbed her around her waist and rolled over with her riding his cock and he humped himself up into her. Her old arms circled his neck as if she might fall off the edge of the world if Rick let go. Her legs swung loose but rhythmically along his sides as he thrust her higher and higher, her ass wide open and swinging above him, rising and falling with the bursts of his body. Then he was as suddenly kneeling, holding her up by the cheeks of her ass, lifting her on and off his cock that still seemed to grow and stiffen, more and more,,and Mrs. Witherdine's moan turned into sobs, a cry.

"Oh, Oh Oh Rick, Rick, Ricky, Ricky my baby, my baby, my man, fuck me hard, far up fuck me, Ricky; Oh, Oh." She held his head between both hands and sucked his tongue out of his mouth.

As he thrust his tongue far into her mouth, he laid her on her back again with his hands still pulling at the cheeks of her ass.

She pulled his hair and as far as Rick was concerned that did it. His fingers probed at her ass. He was in every orifice of her body and the burning sensation around his balls grew, burst out of control. His lower body was enflamed from his knees to his belly. The head of his cock swelled as he pumped and he began to come in short, hard, heavy spurts.

Mrs. Witherdine took it all, rode with him through his orgasm, gripping his head with her hands and his ass with her heels. As he finished she gripped his cock with her cunt muscles to milk the last of his come. She felt him sink against her, the weight of his body relaxing as his spasm passed.

"Oh, my God, she said at last. "Why didn't you tell me you could do that?" His prick was still inside her hot cunt, and she enjoyed the feel of it softening. She squeezed it again. "Your prick is fine, wonderful. You come so strong, so good."

Rick buried his face in her fits. He began to say, "It was a… " but found he was out of breath. In a moment he said, "It was a nice beginning."

Looking down at her, he did not think she seemed anymore like the strong, officious, direct woman he had encountered hardly half an hour before. She seemed more like a woman who had just been well fucked, satisfied. She had softened. She was more like a woman resting under her man, gathering her blood for another fuck. She reached under 'them to pet his balls again, then his ass and his back and shoulders.

Rick was surprised to find her cunt so full of juices. She had been as flowing, once she got started, as young Jane on the boat. She had been a finer fuck than Mrs. Cruise, who seemed to have some Pilgrim blood spoiling her from really and truly enjoying a young cock riding up, inside her. Mrs. Witherdine, being wealthy enough, could ignore all that and just enjoy it. Rick had not thought an old woman could summon such juice out of her loins, could enjoy fucking as much as Mrs. Witherdine obviously just had; he thought he still had a lot to learn about the very rich.

Just then a bell rang. Not a harsh warning bell, not one to jangle the nerves during or after a satisfying screw, but a soft, tinkling, gentle bell suggesting that there might be something else that needed doing.