Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

"Hard, Ted! Harder!" She battled him, struggling under his powerful body. "I'm creaming. Creaming your cock!"

Foamy pussy-cream poured from her cunt. Each driving thrust of Ted's cock gushed cum out over his nuts and down the cheeks of her ass. It flowed freely, greasing his squirting prick for more speed.

Ted hammered her wriggling body back into the squeaking mattress. He lunged, crushed her twisting body and groaned. His hips jerked fast, with short, punching jabs, pounding Eileen into a screaming babbling mass of exploding flesh.

Her plump tits quivered and shook. She garbled something, the words lost in her throat. A shrill scream followed. "I'm creaming… so fuckin' much!"

The buttery pool of cunt-cum and jizz thickened inside her cunthole. She moaned, then another loud scream escaped her throat.

"I can't stop creaming you. Your cock, oooo!" She rocked her head from side to side, orgasms bombarding her constantly.

The ache in Ted's nuts grew worse. Her twisting, humping body and hot, clenching cunt made him insane. More cum churned out from his nuts, splattering the hot, spongy depths of Eileen's cunt. His pisser dilated and a thick load squirted out.

Eileen's hips moved wildly. Her cunt overflowed. Her ass cheeks pounded the bed, jiggled each time she lunged up. "More, Ted. More!"

"You're fabulous," He groaned weakly, his short, punching strokes beginning to slow. His nuts were about empty. "Unnnn, baby you're great!"

Eileen moaned, swirling back from the dizzy heights Ted's cock had taken her to. "Oooo, so are you," she sighed. Her tits glistened with beads of sweat. She caressed his face and arms. "Mmmm, so are you."

Ted rammed her one last time and she squealed as the last of his cum dribbled from his pisser. He eased back, spent, sated.

"Mmmmmm," she hummed. She stopped moving. Only her cunt muscles were active.

They pulsed erratically against his shrinking shaft. "Take it out slow, Ted."

Ted grunted, then eased back until his prick popped from her pussy. "Christ!" He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

Eileen trembled inside. A smile crossed her face. She took Ted's hand and rubbed it over her sweaty tits. "I'm glad your car broke down."

"So am I," he said.

The doorbell chimed. They looked at each other, their naked, tired bodies tight, quickly filling with tension. The bell chimed again.

"It's not my husband," Eileen said. She giggled, throwing herself into Ted's arms. "Besides, I don't care." She showered him with kisses, crushing him with her naked body.

"C'mon, baby," Ted groaned, "cut the shit."

Eileen laughed and rolled over on her back. "It's probably someone from the garage. You get dressed. I'll go down and answer the door."

"Sure, baby," Ted said. "Tell him I'll meet him at the car."

Eileen grabbed a robe and as she hurried down the stairs to the front door, she pulled it on. "Hi," she purred. She was going all the way. "Are you from the garage?"

Jim Fields gawked. "Yeah," he said, eyeing Eileen's lush body and beautiful face. "I got a call about a car needing a jump."

"You got the right place," she purred, boldly looking into his face. "He's upstairs getting dressed." She winked, licked her lips. "You almost got here too soon, if you know what I mean."

He grinned. "I know," he said. He stared at the creamy flesh of her partially exposed tits. "Your husband's a lucky guy."

"Oh," Eileen said. "He isn't my husband. We just met." She was flaunting it, taunting the man standing at the door. "He just stopped by to use my phone."

Ted had come down the stairs, stopping as he finished buttoning his shirt. He was staring at Eileen in the doorway, the sun shining through her robe, silhouetting her long, sexy legs.

"Whewww," Ted said. "Definitely my lucky day." Ted saw the mechanic grinning at Eileen as they talked. "Maybe his, too."

Eileen turned. "It's the man from the garage, Ted. He's here to give you a jump." She giggled and leaned into Ted as he came to the door. "I was telling him how he almost showed up too soon." She smeared her moist lips over his mouth.

With Jim ogling, Ted ran his hand down Eileen's back and cupped the cheeks of her ass. "I had a great time."

"Ummmmmm, so did I, Ted." She looked at the mechanic. "I never got your name."

"It's Jim."

"Hi, Jim. You take care of my new friend." She leaned out the door and brushed her lips against Jim's cheek. "I hope you're as good at getting things started as I am?"

"I've never had any complaints," Jim said. "I can tell," she purred. She draped herself in the doorway and watched them walk down the path to the street. "Bye." She waved, her tits swinging, almost popping out completely.

She closed the door and leaned against it for support. "Oh, God. What am I becoming?" She shook her head, shaking the thoughts from her mind. "It doesn't matter. Nothing matters… I'm a whore." She rushed up the stairs.

In the shower, the water beating against her flesh, Eileen washed herself. She rinsed her pussy, her whole body tingling, cleansing herself of Ted's thick white cum.

"Oh, God," she moaned. She leaned back against the tile, water spraying her tits, making the nipples hard. She smiled, imagining the conversation between the two men.

"Oooooo," she sighed, turning around. She parted the cheeks of her ass and enjoyed the spray against her asshole. She remembered the feel of Ted's stabbing fingers in her asshole and started to cream.

Clean, her pussy rinsed and ready for more action, Eileen stepped out of the shower. She wrapped the silky robe around her body. The silk clung to her wet flesh. Her tits and ass looked almost as if she were wearing nothing at all.

With her hair piled in curls atop her head, Eileen left the bathroom. Out in the hall, she spotted her dress. Laughing, she kicked it into a corner.

She wandered downstairs. Avoiding the living room, she went into the kitchen and found a bottle of vodka.

"Why not?" she said. "Whores can drink anytime they want." She laughed and poured a healthy amount of vodka into a glass.

"Whewwwww," she gasped, sipping the patent liquid. "Christ!"

She grabbed some ice cubes from the freezer and plunked them into the glass. A few moments later, the vodka chilled, she sipped it again. "Mmmmm, much better."

She wandered back through the living room, ignoring the mess. The doorbell chimed. Her heart skipped. Maybe it was Ted coming back for a second helping? It made her eager.

She rushed to the door, threw it open. Surprise filled her face. "Jim! What brings you back here? You have trouble getting Ted started?"

"No trouble at all," he said. "You going to invite me in?"

Eileen winked. "Your truck break down?" She stepped aside.

Jim brushed by her, his arm bumping into her tits. "Nice place."

"Thanks. I was just having a drink. Care to join me?"

"Sure." He followed her through the living room, leering at her ass swinging beneath the clinging robe. "Whewwww," he said when he spotted the messy living room. "What happened here?"

Eileen poured him a drink. "We had a party last night. Things got carried away."

He took the drink. "Looks like you had an orgy."

"I wish," she said, leaning against the counter. "It was fun though." She stared at him, imagining him shoving his cock up into her pussy. The thought made her dizzy.

Jim sipped his drink, his eyes flowing over her lush body. He fixed his gaze on her tits. Beneath the robe, they looked delicious, the nipples outlined erotically. "Ted told me you're a real friendly lady."

"I can be," she said, her violet eyes holding his gaze. "It depends."

"On what?" Jim said.

Eileen smiled hotly. "Oooo, a lot of things." She walked by him and went back into the living room.