Hilted In Hurley 3 (Patreon)

“GHHH!” Elizabeth gasped, louder this time. I sound like I’m orgasming in one of my sex scenes, she thought—the real howls she let loose at climax she would never do on camera. They’d make her sound like a nymphomaniac. Well, if the shoe fits, enjoy being shagged rotten…

Ridley seized hold of her left leg—Elizabeth worried he’d tear her apart like a wishbone, pulling her open so he could get at her cunt—only that wasn’t what he did at all. Bracing her foot against his body, he erected himself over her supine form and pushed her leg back, bending at the knee until her heel was against her buttock. He repeated the operation, drawing her leg to full extension, then scrunching it back into her body. The effect was so absurd, coming on the heels of the foreplay he’d already performed on her, that Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh.

“What are you doing?” she giggled.

“Helping you limber up,” he said. And it did remind her of what her personal trainer did with her, short of what she was wearing. Rather, not wearing. “Did I tell you I used to be a physical therapist before I was an actor?”

Elizabeth snorted with laughter. She just couldn’t help it. “Don’t you think I’ll need that after the sex, not before?”

“It always helps to do some warm-ups,” Ridley assured her, switching to her other leg and repeating the stretches. Elizabeth felt kinks being cracked out of her old bones, her muscles warming and undulating as they were readied for duty. Her tendons now felt crisp and tight as piano wire.

Despite the asexuality of what he was doing, it felt good to be manhandled so expertly. It really felt like he knew what he was doing, and the knowledge that he was priming her for sex gave his experienced movements a sensual edge that Elizabeth didn’t know what to do with. In all her life, she’d never been caressed quite like this…

“I have been meaning to get into yoga,” Elizabeth thought out loud. “But if you make me lick my own pussy, I’ll be very cross!”

“No worries about that; I’m not gentlemanly enough to let you have all the fun. But since you won’t look your age, I’m not going to have sex with you that way. I’m going to fuck you like a twenty-year-old. In fact, I’m going to breed you.”

“Oh?” Elizabeth queried, amused at the very idea. And aroused. Was it a turn-on or was she just so inwardly warm that anything not a turn-off would serve as more kindling for the fire?

“Yeah.” And he bent her legs back, rolling her up until her knees were digging into her breasts, her ankles shooting past her head. “It’s called a mating press.”

“Oh dear!” Elizabeth moaned, shocked at her own flexibility as she was folded virtually in half.

“I’ve always wanted a brother,” he told her, and climbed on top of her upturned buttocks, sandwiching her legs into place between his chest and hers.

Elizabeth couldn’t believe it. He really had her pretzeled up like a bloody porn star. And she’d thought the only position a woman her age was capable of was lying back and thinking of England.

Reaching down, Ridley took his cock in hand and led the purple head to Elizabeth’s slit. There, she immediately felt his length leaping and bolting like a colt at the starting gate.

“Oh my God! You’re being such a good boy for mummy!”

Elizabeth felt the unexpected slap of Ridley’s blackjack-like heft being rapped firmly against her twat. She thrust up reflexively, making his prick slide smoothly along her cleft. Not penetrating her, but delighting her nonetheless with the feel of his surging erection so close to her need.

“Please, Ridley, please, your mummy needs it!”

Ridley’s weight came down on her body. His chest closed on her tits, mashing them into her ribs, and he rolled his hips, letting Elizabeth feel the pulsing of his arousal all along her womanhood. One of her hands went down to cup Ridley’s smooth, muscular ass. The other pushed between them to find his cock, drenched in her own wetness as it kept sluicing into it, again and again, titillating her as she hoped to titillate him by jerking on his member. She was so turned on she couldn’t help but stroke him off even before she took him into her sex

“Is that what you need, mummy?”

“Oh YES!” Elizabeth cooed, the last of her inhibitions draining out of her. “It’s helping, but it’s making it worse too. You’re just making mummy need it even worse, dear. You need to give me what I want where I really want it, baby, where it’ll do the most—ahhhh!”

She sighed, guiding Ridley’s helmet into the gates of her pussy. His cockhead pushed between her juicy cuntlips and suddenly Ridley couldn’t take waiting anymore either. With a sudden surge, he drove his cock halfway into her. Took what he wanted and gave Elizabeth what she needed in one fell swoop.

“Oh LORD!” Elizabeth gasped, wrenching her head to the side into almost-denial of how much she’d just felt, was feeling. Her brow hit against the taut muscle of her own calf and it suddenly occurred to her how obscene, how pornographically she was positioned.

She would never do a love scene like this in a movie, even if it were a PG-13 flick where she somehow wore her bra and panties into sex. It just wasn’t done.

There was so much of him… so much of him in her… this dirty, filthy way of fucking had allowed him deeper into her than anyone had ever gone, and he had to have more to give her as well. More cock than any man she’d ever known.

Elizabeth wrenched upward with a sob, trying to take more, but there was nowhere to go. Her own legs seemed to lock her down on the bed and so she was just pinned in that inelegant position, taking him in, her long unused inner muscles opening and stretching and convulsing with the sudden presence of Ridley’s immense dick.

“Oh, darling, let me have all of it! Your prick feels just lovely, I have to have it, just have to have every inch—ohh, that’s it, let me have some more, let me be shagged totally bloody rotten by that blasted big prick… open me up until it’s all the way in… cock me until it’s coming out my mouth, YES!”

In a mixture of pain and ecstasy, Elizabeth wove herself up and down, impaling herself on his cock and then backing away from it, though there was nowhere to go. Only the give of the mattress allowed her any motion at all—otherwise, she was utterly skewered, a complete cock-sheath and nothing else. At Ridley’s mercy as he decided how much to give her and how much to withhold.

Grunting, Ridley crashed down on her, letting Elizabeth have every inch of his cock with all his weight behind it. He well and truly rammed his way into her. Elizabeth could see on his face that he hadn’t expected her snatch to be so tight, just as she hadn’t expected him to be so big. It felt like he was still growing—too big to fit!

Ridley kept hunching, only holding himself back a little out of fear he might hurt her. But Elizabeth wasn’t complaining. Her moans only urged him on, encouraging him as she couldn’t with words when her lust was so overwhelming. Soon she was convulsing on the inside, letting him in… somehow he seemed to slip right inside, like a key into a lock. Elizabeth felt like a bitch in heat, finally knotted.

They lay that way, Elizabeth’s toes twitching up over her fanned out hair. The two of them gasping at their success, at the rapture they’d managed to achieve, almost frightened of how good it felt to have male cock buried snugly inside of feminine sheath. It threatened orgasm for both of them. Ridley worried about an end to the fun. Elizabeth worried that her tired carcass wouldn’t be able to take multiple orgasms. She had in her youth, but nothing like what she could feel approaching now…

Then Ridley needed more. He pumped up and down, bouncing Elizabeth’s outstretched legs like a saddle. At first he went slowly, still acting in deference to any possible pain Elizabeth might feel, but that soon ceased to be a deterrent. As he got into the rhythm of fucking his screen mother, he moved with gathering eagerness. Elizabeth rewarded him with the coos and groans of a woman in utter transport.

“Anhh!” she cried, feeling dollops of her cream sloshing out of her, coming away with Ridley’s pistoning manhood as he ended one frantic thrust and pulled out to give her another. “Do it, fuck me hard, that’s it baby—ahh!—that’s right, hard and fast! Show mummy how big she makes your cock! Show her how much you want to breed her! Yes, yes, mummy loves being bred!”

She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore, only that her body tingled when she said it, and she felt Ridley shake with new lust and keep up his pummeling, heedless of how hard he was fucking her now. She wasn’t a frail old lady—she was young and vital. Hell, even when she’d been a debutante, she hadn’t gotten fucked this hard. He was treating her like nothing more than a hole to satisfy his aching cock in. Elizabeth could see it was literally making her toes curl to get reamed so thoroughly.

Her hands clenched his tensed buttocks, fingernails digging into the sweaty flesh. Elizabeth put her whole body into meeting every thrust he gave her. She took him so deep that she couldn’t imagine he wasn’t in her womb; when she looked down, she was honestly surprised not to see his cock bulging into her lower belly.

Ridley’s bloated balls crashed down on her ass like fists working at a punching bag. She felt their bristly hair tickle her creamy skin, while his pelt of pubic hair mashed through her matted thatch like he was cleaning it with steel wool. Yet there was no pain; she imagined that somehow, like a man cleaning the rust of old metal, he was scrubbing the years off of her. Stripping her bare of accumulated time until she was hurled back to her first sexual awakening.