Ron Evans - Naughty young widow

Babs cooed and giggled at the feel of his cum shooting into her sucking little pussy. It spurted and squirted and streamed. She was sure he was going to go on filling her up until it overflowed and leaked out her ears.

Cal continued to hump his exploding cock head up into her cum-drenched little pussy tunnel until his balls were drained dry. Only then did he slump back against the seat with a long, happy sigh of contentment.

Babs tightened her cunt lips around his cock-meat as it slowly shrank and withdrew from her pussy. She squeezed one last cock-length wad of jism out of his prick then relaxed on his lap, her cheek resting against his shoulder, her gooey cunt mound squirming on his lap.

They never did get to her apartment, not that day, anyway. Cal was just starting out of the parking lot when he spotted his assistant manager signaling him wildly from the mall. The store detective had just caught a shoplifter in the jewelry department and there was a long distance call for him from the home office.

"Sure lucky I caught you before you'd left, huh, Cal?" the man said, glancing at Babs in the front seat beside his boss.

"Yeah, Jake, well done," Cal told him. "Keep up the good work and you're fired." He turned to Babs and shrugged regretfully. "Sorry, honey, but you see how it is. Nobody in that damned store can go potty without Big Daddy around to wipe their ass." He scribbled on a piece of paper and fucked it into the front of her halter. "Here's my address and phone number. Give me a call later tonight and we'll get together."

He was out of the car and following his assistant back into the mall before Babs could say a word.

"Shit!" was what she finally did say, climbing out of the car and striding away angrily. Now she was left with a hungry pussy and nothing to fill it with. She was really no better off now than when she'd started. That one brief fuck in the front seat of Cal's car had only served to whet her appetite for more.

Then she suddenly thought of Pat Gillman and her frown turned to a lewd smirk. She fished Cal's address and phone number out of her halter-top and slipped it into a side pocket of her shorts. She'd save that for later, she told herself, but right now there was Pat Gillman to look forward to!

Pat lived in the same apartment building, just two floors below her. They'd known each other for years and he was one of her most favorite fuck-mates. Pat had been a close friend of her late husband's. In fact, it was just dumb luck that Pat hadn't been on that same plane when it crashed since the death of her husband and his best friend, Babs and Pat had grown very close, at first because of their sense of shared loss, and then because of the was his big cock tit so nicely into her little cunt.

They'd spent a lot of nights together in the last few months, but not newly as many as either of them would have liked. Pat worked five nights a week, from eight to three in the morning, as a lighting technician at a downtown rock club. She hadn't thought of him this morning because she knew that he'd be still asleep. But now it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, and he should be up.

If not, Babs thought with a giggle, I know a nice way to wake up a tired man!

At her apartment building, she went directly to Pat's apartment and rang the bell. When he didn't answer, she rang several more times, and still he didn't answer. On impulse, she tried the door and found it unlocked. She tiptoed across the living room and found Pat in the bedroom, lying on the bed, sound asleep, naked, with just one corner of the sheet covering his crotch.

Not even considering simply leaving, she moved silently over to the side of the bed, staring at the thick bulge of his prick rod outlined by the sheet. Suddenly, he shifted it his sleep, throwing his arms up over his head and kicking one leg out. The sheet pulled away from his porn and Babs licked her lips at the well-remembered sight of his revealed prick. It was every bit as big and handsome as any girl had a right to expect!

She stood there for a moment, looking up and down his body. Pat appeared to be in his early forties, although he was actually almost fifty. His chest and shoulders were still broad and strong, however, and his belly was as hard and tight as a man half his age. Thick, curly hair covered him from crotch to chest. But it was that generous hunk of cock meat that had always attracted her to him. Even only half hard, as now, it was a big, rugged-looking beauty. And, as Babs knew all too well, once it got really excited, it could give her a fucking to remember!

Finally deciding that she had to do something, she knelt down beside the bed and reached out. She ran the tip of her middle finger down along the rubbery cock shaft, moving it lightly from the thick base to the swollen crown. She shivered a little at the warm contact. When she looked up at his face, she was momentarily startled to see that his eyes were wide open and he was staring back at her. Also, she noticed small grin curling the corners of his mouth.

"Did I leave that door unlocked again?" he asked. His voice was calm and matter-of-fact, as though he woke up every morning to find a beautiful girl fingering his cock.

Babs giggled and said, "I was mixing up a love potion and would you believe, I found I'm completely out of creamed owl. So I dropped in to see if I could borrow a cupful."

"Sorry. I haven't had a chance to get to the store all week."

"Ohhh, darn!" Babs sighed and started to get to her feet. "I'll just have to make do with lizard's leg, I guess."

Laughing, Pat gripped her wrist and pulled her down onto the edge of the bed. "No, don't go." His eyes had been roaming freely over her succulent little body and Babs was glad she was still wearing her shorts and halter top. "It's time I was getting up, anyway. And," he added, glancing down to where his cock was starting to rise jerkily, "some of me is already getting up!"

Babs giggled and reached down with one hand. She cupped the underside of his cock, lifting it on her palm and moved her hand up and down without closing her fingers. His cock pole lurched and twitched excitedly against her moist palm. Babs felt her hot little clitty throbbing in time with the jerking flutters that were racing along the length of his prick staff. The crotch band of her pasties was getting soaked for the second time that day as her ever-ready young pussy oozed its juices.

"Mmmmm," she purred, smacking her lips.

"Go ahead," Pat invited. "Take a taste! It wouldn't be the first time!"

"Well, I guess that love potion can wait."

"You don't need it, anyway. You're your own love potion!"

Babs leaned over his crotch, taking a deep breath and filling her lungs with the strong, musky aroma rising from his cock and balls.

"Yeah, just a little taste," she muttered, almost to herself. "A little suck on this nice big cock…"

She let her voice drift off as she opened her lips and lowered them down around the delicious hardness of his cock pole. Swiftly she dropped her face down into his lap, swallowing as much of his prick as she could possibly cram into her greedy young mouth. Her juicy lips slid smoothly over the veined shaft. With the bulbous head of his cock nuzzled against the back of her throat, she cupped his heavy in one hand and rolled them abound in the crinkly sac.

Pat gasped loudly, pleased as always with her enthusiasm and skill at gobbling his fleshy prick rod. He bucked his ass up off the bed, slamming his huge cock head even tighter against the back of her throat. He sat up and gripped her under the arms, hauling her up on to the bed and spreading his hairy legs. Babs curled up comfortably between his thighs and twirled her wet little tongue around on his throbbing cock head.

"Ohhh, Babs, honey!" Pat groaned, propping his head up on the thick bed pillows and smiling down at her. "You're good! I've always said that you're the best little cocksucker in the whole world."