Will Power

Author: Michael O’Connor

Jackie was an arousing sight, her buxom young figure bursting from a tight, sky blue mini dress. She and Erik had been reliving times past for over an hour. Less than one year earlier, the nineteen-year-old had stormed out of Erik’s life after four blissful months as his mistress, A mysterious letter had brought her rushing back to the racing driver. He looked so healthy, it was hard to believe he was on his deathbed, a mysterious virus ticking like a time bomb inside his brain.

Jackie uncrossed her dark stockinged legs and reached over to pull the satin sheet off Erik’s body. Underneath he was naked, a fat, nine inch erection standing hard and proud from his thick black bush.

“There’s a better way to say goodbye,” Jackie smiled.

The big-breasted blonde was out of her dress and black lace panties in a matter of seconds. Erik helped her to straddle him, cupping her firm round globes. She lowered herself onto him, opening her legs wide. He slipped one hand between her thighs to feel the hot stickiness buried in a thick blonde tuft. Her open mouth found his and he moved his damp fingers around to clasp her ass. She expelled a soft moan as she impaled herself on his shaft.

Erik rolled her onto her hack and began to pound into her with long, deep thrusts. She was as manic as he remembered her, bucking against him, clawing and biting like a wildcat.

“Oh boy, you drive that fucker as good as ever!” she yelled ecstatically.

Erik responded by concentrating every ounce of energy into his thrusts.

Jackie was an abandoned young animal, when she had a cock inside her. Their naked bodies thrashed in the heat of lust. Erik felt her body gradually become more tense. This was her signal. Suddenly she shuddered and her cunt muscles contracted, squeezing the thick meaty cock inside her. They climaxed together, his hot cum flooding her depths in thick globs. Jackie held him inside her until every last drop had been milked from him. Then they rolled apart, their bodies soaked in perspiration.

“You can’t really be dying,” she whispered, after a while. “No dying man could fuck like that.”

“The experts say I haven’t got long,” Erik assured her, with a grin. “I guess I’m just resigned to my fate and making the most of what time is left.”

“Can’t you have an operation?” she asked anxiously.

“Possibly,” he replied, “But there’s a ninety percent chance of ending up paralyzed and I don’t like those kind of odds. I’ve had a good life crammed into fifty. Better to go out with a bang.”

Jackie smiled and stroked his satisfied limpness. “Don’t forget me, Erik. I wish we could have had more time together.”

As she dressed to leave, Erik allowed himself a congratulatory smile. While he had been in hospital with a broken arm and leg from a skiing accident, Jackie had become bored and found herself a new playmate. She had already been remembered and Erik felt no remorse.

On the train journey home, Jackie read the note a gain.

DEAR JACKIE. I HAVE LEFT THAT BASTARD ERIK FOR GOOD. I’VE TOLD HIM I WANT NOTHING FROM HIS DAMNED WILL. THE SOONER HE IS DEAD AND GONE, THE BETTER.
    HOWEVER, AS A PAST VICTIM OF HIS, YOU MUST SURELY FEEL ENTITLED TO A SLICE OF HIS FORTUNE. I WOULD STRONGLY ADVISE YOU TO VISIT HIM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, IF YOU WISH TO INFLUENCE MATTERS IN YOUR FAVOR. I TELL YOU THIS BECAUSE I WOULD RATHER YOU PROFITED FROM HIS ESTATE THAN ONE OF THOSE OTHER BITCHES HE HAS SCREWED.
             LISA.
   
Jackie felt elated. Getting back into the millionaire’s good books had   been a most pleasurable experience. She had left him satisfied, secure in the knowledge that in doing so she was ensuring her long term benefit.
   
Early the following afternoon, Erik received his second visitor. He felt nothing but contempt for Elaine, but she was still a welcome sight, in an expensive purple silk suit that was perfect for a sexy blonde woman of forty-three.

They chatted about the state of her marriage and the two hectic years they had spent as lovers. Elaine casually glossed over her reasons for leaving him, the moment he had lost his world championship crown.

“Why did Lisa walk out on you?” she asked. “I mean, at a time like, this.”

“How did you find out she had?” Erik demanded.

Elaine coughed, struggling for an answer. She could hardly tell him about the note she had received from Lisa.

“Word travels,” she said and kissed him softly on the lips. “Where did we go wrong, Erik?”

“Post mortems are a taboo subject,” he replied. “And it doesn’t really matter anyway. Now that I’m alone, you could join me in bed and make me very happy.”

He pushed the sheet down, revealing nakedness and a swelling cock.

Elaine stripped slowly, removing each item of clothing as tantalizingly as in her days on stage. Free of a bra, her huge breasts were like succulent, overripe fruit. Her body was still in perfect shape, even if she had gained a few pounds. Very slowly, she slid her peach silk panties down over her thighs. The dark furry mass between her legs reached almost to her navel.

Rampant with desire, Erik pulled her down onto the bed. She parted her thighs and he buried his face in the musky coarseness, She was drooling from her pink, puckering slit. Erik plunged his tongue into the fleshy wet cunt hole, savoring her strong taste and smell.

As he licked her to ecstasy, Elaine lifted one of her heavy breasts to her mouth and sucked on the hard brown nipple. She climaxed, begging for his cock inside her. He guided her onto all fours and slid his shaft into her from behind. It was the way she had always liked it best.

It was a slow and expertly paced fuck and Elaine worked her hot, wet cunt to the very limit. As his climax approached, Erik banged her like a man possessed. Elaine pressed her face hard against the mattress and moaned loudly, finally feeling his cock tremble inside her.

Erik came with an intensity that blurred his vision. He felt a horrible weakness as his cock spouted hot cream into the depths of her tunnel. For a moment he feared his time had really come and his plan was wrecked.

Spent at last, he relaxed and felt some of his strength return. Elaine brought her head up to rest on his chest,

“Why did you come here?” he asked.

She raised her head in surprise.

“I came to say goodbye, darling. Had I known, I would have come sooner. I could never let you go without letting you know I still care.” Then, she smiled. “To be honest, I did have an ulterior motive. I was hoping you would still want to fuck me.”

“I’ll bet,” Erik murmured caustically.

He suspected Vicky would not turn down a golden opportunity either and he was right. Three days after Elaine’s visit, the slim, bronze skinned young model was sitting by his bed.

“Paris is so near, yet I have left you alone for so long,” she purred seductively. “If only I had known sooner.”

Erik patted her silk stockinged knee forgivingly. His head throbbed a little less than usual. Bitch, he thought. When my career was crumbling and I couldn’t fuck you for the anxiety, you were so understanding. You stayed with me regardless. For two whole weeks!