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CHAPTER TWO

After leaving Carlo and Nino, Benito headed for the Fairmont. He did not stop to wait for a cable car. With his trotting walk, he could get there faster on foot. To avoid the solid mass of tourists blocking the street which led from the cafe to the hotel, Benito ducked through a series of alleyways so narrow that they remained in almost permanent semi-darkness. They smelled of cafe kitchens and cats.

Christ! Benito thought, glancing at the gold watch he had recently acquired. Nearly two-thirty, and he'd promised to be at the hotel by two. Hannah would be angry with him. He couldn't help admiring the way the watch looked on his wrist. The solid gold bracelet band showed up well just beneath his shirt cuff. As he almost ran through the narrow alleys, Benito held out his left arm momentarily to admire the effect again. It occurred to him that he could do with a gold signet ring. Carlo had a beauty that looked very impressive. A businessman needed a signet ring, really. He'd have to explain about it to Hannah.

Benito did not check with the desk clerk at the hotel. The hotel staff all knew him by now. The first couple of times he had come in he had asked for his women clients by name, but he no longer bothered. As he ran toward the elevator, Benito saw out of the corner of his eye that the desk clerk had lifted the house phone. He would be telling Hannah that Benito was on his way up.

"Honey, whatever took you so long?" Hannah Stanford's voice did not quite succeed in concealing her irritation.

"My landlady asked me to help her. She wanted furniture moved," Benito lied quickly. He always told his women friends that he had a landlady. He never told them about his mother; it would not have seemed decent.

"You silly boy! You let people take advantage of you – you really do!" The older woman sounded happier already. "Now then, be an angel and get your poor Hannah a nice, long drink. I'm nearly dying of thirst. The gin's over there. And go easy on the ice cubes."

Benito handed the drink to her and noticed for the first time that she was dressed only in a lace negligee, her voluptuously preserved curves almost completely visible beneath it.

Oh God! thought Benito, she wants it now, and, man, am I tired!

"Come and sit beside me like a good, sweet lover-boy," Hannah said, patting the sofa.

Obediently, the chubby youth perched beside her. Although the shades were half-drawn over the window, enough sunlight filtered into the room for him to see that Hannah wore nothing underneath the flimsy garment; one of the woman's pink nipples was plainly visible pushing up through the expensive lace.

Suddenly he stood up and walked over to the window. From there, he said, "We shall be late. I wanted to take you to lunch in Tiburon today."

"Lunch, smunch! Who cares about food?" She waved her arm in the air and some of the gin slopped over onto the sofa. "Stop pacing about all the time, lover! You make me dizzy. For God's sake, come and sit down." Her voice took on its familiar whine. "Come and give poor Hannah a kiss."

With a quick, bird-like step, Benito was across the room and bending over to kiss the woman on the cheek. She clutched at his shoulders as he leaned over and forced his head around so that his lips were pressed against her mouth.

"There, that's better, isn't it?" she said in a satisfied tone, and then put a ring-burdened hand on Benito's leg. An upward movement, and then her hand began rubbing his thigh. For a moment, Benito disinterestedly watched her fingers massaging his flesh, and then the sparkle of the diamond rings reminded him. He took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips.

"You have beautiful hands," he said smoothly.

"Yeah, Art used to tell me that, too."

Benito had been told all about Art. He had been Hannah's husband for what she referred to, from the smugness of widowhood, as "twenty-five truly felicitous years." Mention of her husband's name made the youth nervous because it invariably started Hannah thinking about bed. Art, according to Hannah, had been able "to give it to me as often as I wanted it, and I always wanted it plenty!" And poor Art had died at forty-six, Benito reflected gloomily…

"I would like a signet ring, I think," he said bluntly. With the older woman in such a mood, he knew he was wasting his time being circumspect. "It would suit me, no?"

"You may be right. Show me your hand."

Benito held his hand out for her inspection. She stared at it for a moment.

"You could be right," she repeated. Then, without warning, she seized his hand and pressed it down hard between her thighs. With her other arm, she pulled the boy down hard on top of her.

"Take me, take me," she moaned into Benito's ear. "Like this, now! Quickly!"

Pulling himself away, he asked, "Don't you want to go into the bedroom?"

In answer, Hannah moaned even more demandingly, and her voluptuously mature body started to writhe beneath him. One of her hands groped at his fly.

"We can go into the bedroom later," she gasped, her face flushed and perspiring slightly as her fingers fumbled with Benito's clothes. "I can't wait for that now! Give it to me, baby, give it to me!"

Moments later, he was free of his clothing and she eagerly pulled him to the sofa. Her body was lost in the fire of the moment and every muscle was tensed as she strained her loins upward in an effort to capture the virile long shaft of flesh that pressed so tightly against the soft skin of her thighs. The nakedly chubby youth levered her legs up onto the cushions so that she lay full-length on the couch, then pried her thighs far apart and climbed up between them positioning his body over her eagerly writhing form.

Hannah could see the boy hovering over her through her lust-glazed eyes and she felt the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying against the full length of her impatiently quivering vaginal slit. The lurching head of his stone-hard cock was hot between her wide-spread buttocks, and was insinuating itself up and down the desire-moistened crevice in a lewd, teasing little motion that sent her hips twisting upwards in a desperate attempt to capture the hard, lust-engorged top that would fill her aching need. Her belly was screaming to be filled – she had to have it in her!

At last, in a panic of frustration, she reached her hands down between their bodies and grasped the full length of the rampantly searching prick. Her tightly-closed fist stroked up and down the thick hard shaft for a moment, feeling its heaving pulse against her soft palms and the warm sticky fluid that seeped in tiny white driblets from the blood-inflated head. Then, she guided it into her cuntal crevice, carefully positioning it between the moisture covered lips of her vagina. She steadied it there with one hand and placed the other on the youth's buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing hot heat that burned out of control in her belly. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt its first soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly hungering pussy, then she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she lay in utter wantonness beneath the youth, waiting for him to impale her on his massive rod of rigid, pulsating flesh.

"Oh God, hurry, baby! Hurry!" she pleaded, splaying her legs even wider to give him greater access to her open cunt.

In answer, Hannah felt her soft pubic hair and the lips around her throbbing vagina being pressured open by the thick head, and she moaned softly at the contact against the tight elastic opening of her cock-hungry pussy.

"Aaaaaaagh," she gasped as the huge tip slipped through the tight opening, stretching the vertical little mouth until she was certain that her thighs must be splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.

"Ooooooooooah, oooooooooh!" she cried out. "It's too much. Noooooooooo!" Her eyes jerked open in fear and she saw his lust-contorted face. The Italian youth was lost in the rapture of her body and did not realize how much he was hurting her as he ceaselessly pressed his long hard penis into the warm softness of her painfully stretching vagina.

Suddenly, his no longer innocent-looking face twisted into an evil leer as he looked down and saw the older woman helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the pulsating head of his cock disappearing into the soft curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward, his weight smashing her full rounded breasts tightly back against her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time with all the strength in his thighs and buttocks, and his long thick cock slid into her cunt like a driving piston, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in tiny rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud slap his balls slammed heavily down on the cheeks of her tightly-clenched ass. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his young muscular body, splaying out over the side of the couch and kicking futilely into the air as her deeply split buttocks screwed themselves deep into the cushions in a frantic attempt to escape the sudden impalement.

"Oooooooooooh! Oooooooooooooh!" she wailed beneath him. She had never felt so completely filled in her life and his heavy, rock-hard cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a million tiny shreds as he had speared into her narrow passage. The fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming up out of her throat as the lustfully inflated, mushroom-shaped head pressed hard back up against her cervix, the thick lengthy shaft filling her belly to the bursting point. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on the rock-hard, heavily-veined cock that she could not feel as the walls of her cunt clasped around the shaft as tightly as a hot moist glove. She lay trembling for a moment beneath him, trying to adjust to the presence of the monstrous intruding cudgel in her belly.

Then the young boy suddenly began a slow rocking motion between her wide-held thighs. As Hannah groaned helplessly beneath him, Benito could feel the narrow stretched pussy channel widening slightly with each short smooth stroke. He looked down and could see his curly pubic hair tangling tightly with hers each time the length of his thick fleshy rod burrowed deep into the pinkly throbbing furrow up between her legs. He could see the tight little lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around his wetly glistening shaft as it slowly plunged in and out of her.

Hannah twitched beneath him as her body rapidly became accustomed to the huge skewering prick and began to react to the slow, hypnotic rhythm of his cock pistoning into the sensitive opening of her vagina.

Benito felt her begin to thrash and fuck back up beneath him, and he quickened his thrusts, grabbing her flailing legs behind the knees and shoving them roughly back against her shoulders until her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. Her body was bent back almost double and the wetly gleaming pink plane of her pussy was presented up to his driving lunges. Staring down between their bodies, he slowly withdrew the deeply embedded instrument until just the tip of the head rested within the swollen wet lips of her pussy then rammed forward with all his youthful energy, driving the full, throbbing length of his lust-incited member deep into her helplessly exposed vagina. Then again, and again; each wet, flat smack of his hips thudding against her pelvis resounding through the room. His hands insinuated themselves between the cushions and the white full cheeks of her ass, and the young Italian cupped them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warmly soft flesh, pulling the white rounded globes far apart. His muscular shoulders pushing against the back of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that helpless position while he rammed his long fiery rod into her moistly dilated pussy, sweeping her buttocks wider and wider apart with each powerful forward lunge of his young straining loins.

Hannah groaned defenselessly beneath him, her flushed face showing a mixture of feelings – pain and pleasure. She was powerless to move as he buffeted her helpless body along the couch cushions, driving her up toward the arm of the sofa with every pounding lunge. Even her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs and she could feel the giant blood-filled head sliding up and down inside her warm viscous passage like a well-oiled piston. His sperm-bloated balls slapped loudly against her anus each time he crushed his loins down into the valley of her buttocks, and wafts of cool air rushed maddeningly between her wide-spread thighs every time he withdrew. His hands cupped her full heaving breasts, twisting and squeezing and tugging at the hard pink nipples until the older woman thought that they would surely burst from the youth's wild manipulation of them.

Suddenly her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. Her womb flared and the tightly resisting lips of her hair-lined vaginal furrow flowered open to receive the delicious ravishment of her secret genitals. She desperately forced her hands out from under her pinioned legs and wrapped them around his flexing young buttocks as her rotating hips slithered wetly upward to devour his lust-hardened penis. His heavy testicles smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her buttocks, making the whole sensitive area tingle and contract in response to the strange delightful sensation. Her nails clawed a red streaked path along his back as she pulled him deep and thrust her belly up harder to skewer herself completely on the driving hot flesh of his pumping shaft. Her body began to match his driving thrusts with her own rhythmic thrashings, and the straining spring of the couch squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The guttural sounds of deep panting grunts and groans filled the hotel room, mingling with the wet noises of sweat soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat soaked flesh… and the moist viscous slurp of Benito's pile-driving cock fucking madly in and out of her wetly sucking cunt.

"Oooooooh, yessss, ooooooooooh, yesssss," Hannah chanted over and over to herself as the boy ceaselessly slammed his throbbing, expanding prick deep into her white rounded belly with long hard lunges. The youth could feel the cum boiling inside his heated balls as they beat wildly against her upturned ass. He grunted savagely and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep until his massively pulsating cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the hardened nipples digging into his skin.

Nothing mattered to her now but the delicious waves of stormy feeling in her cunt as his thick impaling shaft drove in and out of her vagina, ramming in all the way until the blood-engorged head began bouncing repeatedly off her cervix.

Suddenly, the rich widow shivered under him! "Oh, God…! Yes, yesssss, I'm cummmmmming. Oh, God, I'm cummmmmmmmming, nowwwwwww!" With a deep-throated groan, her ripely mature body stiffened and began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum oozing from the throbbing passage and drowning the Italian boy's long impaling member with its sticky warmth.

Benito paused for a moment, then went berserk as she grunted out her climax against his matted pelvis, her body jerking spasmodically up against him. His harshly kneading hands pulled the wide-spread cheeks of her white globular buttocks hard up against his grinding pelvis, and he rammed his exploding cock all the way to the hilt into the velvet depths of her softly twitching cunt.

Hannah thought her insides were about to split as she felt the head of the deep-sunk penis flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear her belly. Then, suddenly, he erupted, his thick hot liquid shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing deliciously with the juices of her own sensuality. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the burning, powerful squirts surged deep inside her, filling her to overflowing with its hot sticky whiteness. The hot drenched walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped, working and sucking around his still driving prick, spilling down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks and flooding over his own testicles and the base of his cock as he continued to fuck relentlessly into her.

Reaching frantically under her squirming buttocks with both hands, she began to desperately milk at Benito's dancing balls pressed into the split of her behind. Her legs jerked out quivering insanely into the air around his shoulders. The giant prick still continued to throb and flex, jerking its completion in hot white spurts, filling her womb and soaking the soft matted pubic hair it was buried in.

"Oh, God, don't stop, don't ever stop," she pleaded dazedly. The starving pores of her cunt sucked at the lurching cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk and lay limp, far up inside her quivering belly.

Panting, Benito collapsed wearily across her body, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly deflating prick. At last, she too gave a final jerk and trembled to stillness, her legs splayed obscenely on either side of his heaving body. Her firm, sculptured body felt drained of everything, her belly filled to the bursting point with their hot, sticky-white juices.

Benito lay still for a moment, trying to recover his strength, then slowly pulled himself off Hannah's still form, his cock sliding slowly out of her battered cunt with a lewd wet sound. He could see the wet, matted furrow of her sex glistening in the fading afternoon light. The insides of her thighs were heavily smeared with the juices of love that had run in tiny rivulets out of her vagina to form a pearl-colored pool between her still wide-spread thighs. Smiling, Hannah looked up at Benito's satiated face.

"Now we can go into the bedroom," she sighed, devilishly.