Ron Evans: Naughty young widow

Babs Foster was feeling particularly horny that day, so she dressed up in the briefest, tightest outfit she owned and walked the three blocks to the nearby shopping center. And she was indeed shopping, she told herself with a giggle. Shopping for a big hard cock!

At twenty-three, Babs was young to be a widow, but she'd married young and had had several happy years before her husband's sudden death in a plane crash three months before. She had invested his insurance money and it was now paying back a steady income. It wasn't a fortune, but it allowed her to live in a nice apartment, dress and eat well and spend her time as she wished without the necessity of taking a job.

As she left her apartment building and strolled down the street, she felt the thin fabric in the crotch of her shorts pulling in tightly against her moist young pussy mound, the seat of her shorts, she knew, was stretched taut over the rounded cheeks of her flaring asscheeks and the leg holes were snug around the tops of her long, shapely thighs. As she moved, her big, mouth-watering titty mounds jiggled around firmly inside her brief halter top. Her rose-colored nipples were stiff and pointy against the material.

By mid-morning, she had been at the shopping center for almost three hours, browsing through one shop after another. A lot of men had stopped to stare after her as she walked by, but so far no one had made a move. The constant feel of masculine eyes upon her had been exciting enough to make her horny cunt slit drool onto the front of her shorts, and she was getting impatient for someone to approach her and try out his line.

Finally, as she was standing at the counter of the mall's snack bar sipping a Coke, she became aware that one of the men at the counter was staring openly at her. He was just the type she'd been looking for. Tall, good-looking, in his mid-thirties, with wide shoulders and curly black hair. And more to the point, he had a very sizeable cock bulge in the front of his pants.

He realized that he'd been caught ogling her and grinned warmly. "When I first saw you, I thought you looked exactly like my sister," he said, moving closer to her. "But then I remembered I'm an only child. So I guess it must've been someone else's sister."

Babs giggled and said, "Or you're someone else's brother."

He moved even closer and introduced himself. "My name's Cal Harmon. And I just bet a beautiful girl like you has a beautiful name to match. Am I right?"

"How's Babs Foster?" she asked.

He pretended to consider it for a second. "Yes. I like it. It tits you. Well, Babs Foster, do you live around here?"

She pointed out her apartment building, thrusting up over the trees of the nearby park, and they chatted while Babs finished her Coke. She learned that he was the manager of one of the two department stores in the mall. He seemed very pleased when she mentioned she lived alone. When she'd finished her Coke, he smiled warmly.

"If you're going back to your apartment now, I could give you a ride."

"Well, I wouldn't want to take you out of your way…" she murmured, taking a deep breath and thrusting her full-blown tits out at him.

"Huh? Out of my what?" Cal stammered. "Oh! No, no, it's not out of my way at all. I've given myself the rest of the day off and I was going downtown anyway so I'll be going right by your building."

Matching his warm smile, Babs let him take her arm and lead her out to the parking lot. That line about the sister he suddenly remembered not having had delighted her. Besides, he'd been the only man in that whole damned mall who'd even tried to pick her up. After spending most of the morning parading all her goodies around for them to drool over, her cunt slit was so wet and so drippy she was sure he could hear her squish when she walked.

Cal was parked in a deserted corner of the lot, half hidden behind a corner. Once they were in even semi-privacy, Cal's cock bulge grew enormous. Babs giggled and smirked at the sight of it. She was displaying her own horniness by the sharp points her nipples were making against the thin material of her halter.

"Mmmmm," she cooed, licking her lips.

"That's quite a hard-on you've got there, Cal!"

For a second he looked startled by her directness, then he returned her lewd grin and helped her into the front seat of his car. As soon as he'd slipped in behind the wheel, Babs scooted across the seat and pressed her warm, bare thigh against his.

"I'm glad to see you've got such a nice big cock, honey," she whispered softly, reaching down with one hand and stroking and squeezing his throbbing cock meat through the crotch of his pants. "'Cause I've got a real horny little pussy and once we get to my apartment, you're gonna need every inch of it!"

Cal looked at her for a moment, measuring her with his eyes. Then he chuckled and brushed her hand away from his crotch. "Why wait till then, honey?" Quickly, he unbuckled his belt, tugged down his fly and pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees. "No one can see us back here. Help yourself!"

Babs gazed down at his prick as it thrust up from his hairy groin, long and thick and stiff as an iron bar. Its base was so fat that Babs knew she'd never be able to stretch her lips all the way around it, even if she could get something that long into her mouth.

"Ahhh, Cal, honey!" she squealed. "You're nicely hung!"

She squirmed closer to him, massaging his hard-on with both hands, caressing and kneading the solid shaft until it vibrated wildly against her palms. She reached down between his thighs and lifted out his balls. They were large and round in their tight pouch. She squeezed them gently between her fingers, jacking her other hand up and down on his massive cock pole.

"Are you gonna let me suck your great big cock?" she asked in her little-girl voice, looking up at him from beneath her silky lashes.

"You'd better," he told her, grinning broadly. "Or don't plan on gettin' out of this car!" He sprawled back against the seat, pushing his clothes down to his ankles and spreading his knees.

Babs stretched her mouth into as large a circle as she could and lowered her face down into his lap. By breathing through her nose, she managed to swallow the top two-thirds of his lengthy cock pole. The swollen crown of his prick pressed firmly against the back of her throat and the entire rock-hard shaft was throbbing in excitement. She struggled to control her gag reflex.

"Aahhh," Cal sighed as he felt his fleshy prick meat being surrounded by her warm, wet mouth. "God, you're good! Not many girls can get that much of my cock into their mouths."

Babs tried to tell him that she could believe that, but her words were lost in gurgling mumbles as his prick staff plugged her mouth completely. She sucked hungrily on his delicious prick, her checks pumping in and out with the strength of her suction. Her tongue curled and lapped around his bloated cock head. She had decided to prove to Cal that size was no problem for a talented cock-sucker and she was very talented cock-sucker!

"Ohhh, yeah, honey!" Cal moaned as her slippery lips rode up and down along the thick length of his cock shaft. "Ohhh, shit, honey! You're good! That's the best head I've had in a long time!"

Babs raised her mouth off his prick and leered up at him. "That's because I really enjoy suckin' cock!" she said. "And I especially like suckin' on a cock the size of this one!"

Then she lowered her face back into his lap and started licking at his fat prick meat, rolling her deft little tongue over his knobby cock head and slurping up and down along the sensitive underside of his huge prick rod.

His prick was delicious! Babs smacked her lips in approval as she rubbed her slobbering tongue over the warm, jutting tube of flesh. She still held his balls in the palm of one hand, and she was playing with them wantonly, skillfully building up his excitement.