Nick Eastwood - Widow on the make

"Ooooooooh," Dotty squealed.

"You like that?" he grinned.

"Mmmmmmm, yessss," the innocent girl murmured.

"Open your legs wider, honey," he said hoarsely. "Then I can really make you feel good."

Dotty obeyed. She'd never been shy about her body. Hank used one stiff finger to rub her juicy pussy lips, and she creamed all over his hand. She'd never felt anything so exciting in her life. Her slit was supersensitive, and she loved even his lightest touch.

"Ohhhhh, Hank, that's so good," she gurgled.

"You'll like this even better," he rasped.

He found the little nub of her clit, the most sensitive spot of all, and began kneading it between his fingers. Dotty moaned and creamed a heavy molten flood of juice. She'd never known such fierce, intense pleasure. She began to whimper as Hank expertly worked her toward climax.

"Unnnnhhhh, yes, yessss!" she cried.

She closed her eyes and heard Hank's harsh breathing as he went on kneading her joy button. All this was brand-new to Dotty. She felt the pleasure building steadily in her pussy, till she was squirming and writhing with it.

"Hank, my gosh, what are you doing to me?" she moaned.

"Just relax, honey," he rasped, "go with it." She did as he suggested, lying back limp and submissive, while he worked her clit faster and faster between his fingers. She felt like she couldn't contain the powerful pleasure any longer, that her body was about to explode.

"Ohhhh, God, ohhhh, whaahhhhhh!" she wailed.

Her body really was exploding, wracked by violent spasms of pleasure. Thick hot cream spurted from her virgin cunt and soaked Hank's hand. The convulsions went on for almost a minute, leaving the surprised girl breathless and glowing.

"What happened to me?" she breathed.

"You came, honey," Hank said. "You had a climax. There's nothing better than that." Dotty had to agree. She hadn't dreamed that such powerful sensations existed. And Hank had done it all with just his fingers. She looked up at him adoringly. She'd do anything this man wanted. Nobody else had ever made her feel so good.

"DO it to me again, Hank," she pleaded.

He chuckled. "You're hot-blooded, all right," he said. "Just my kind of girl. We'll do it again, sugar, but this time we'll do it like grownups."

He rolled on top of her. Dotty instinctively opened her legs wide and let him sink down between them. She didn't have the slightest idea what was happening, even when she felt something big and hard pressing against the mouth of her virgin cunt.

"Easy," Hank crooned, "relax."

Dotty was already relaxed. She melted for him, creaming all over the massive hard head of his stiff cock. He cupped her ass and pulled her up against him, then began easing his huge boner into her untried box. It felt enormous, yet terribly exciting.

"Hank, what are you doing?" she gurgled.

"I'm fucking you, honey," he groaned.

Just like the animals, Dotty thought. People did it the same way. It seemed perfectly natural to her, and she stayed relaxed and excited as Hank patiently worked his wrist-thick cock into her tiny fever-hot pussy.

At first it seemed kind of funny, but then it started to feel really nice. Dotty felt every inch of her cunt being crammed by his throbbing prick, and she wriggled and creamed and panted. Yes, she was going to like this a lot. Hank's cock slid up against her womb, and she moaned with pleasure.

"Jesus," he panted, "you really were a virgin."

"Not any more," Dotty giggled.

"Right," he grinned. "Now I'm gonna make you into a woman."

His big hot hands gripping the firm globes of her ass, he started fucking her very slowly and deeply, letting her untried cunt get used to the sensation. Gradually her narrow cunt expanded and juiced to take his huge rock-hard prick.

"Mmmmmm," Dotty moaned, "ummm."

"Feel good, honey?" Hank rasped.

"Yes," she whimpered, "real good!"

She'd never felt any pain or fright as he took her cherry. He aroused her so much, she just wanted more and more. Now her natural horny instincts took over and guided her, making her move her hips to his rhythm. The innocent but lusty girl fucked right back at him.

"Jesus," Hank groaned, "you're something else, baby!"

Dotty clung to him, clawing his shoulders and nibbling his neck. More and more sizzling cream boiled up in her cunt, making his way slick and easy. He gradually fucked her faster, seeing how much she could take, and she never complained.

He speeded up to a normal rhythm, fucking her in quick horny jabs. Dotty proved she could take it. Her hips matched his speed, and she kept soaking his pistoning cock with blasts of cream. Her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace as she enjoyed the deep hard thrusts of his massive cock.

"Unnnnh, honey, I love it!" she wailed.

Her unashamed lust just spurred him into harder action. He fucked into her furiously, and their bodies slapped together. Dotty wasn't afraid of his lusty frenzy. She fucked back at him eagerly, loving the hot friction between her cunt and his cock.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, this is great," she sobbed. "Don't stop, Hank, don't ever stop."

He raised himself a little and started sawing his stiff cockshaft over her clit. Dotty felt searing pleasure, and she squirmed and writhed and moaned with it. She was rocketing toward another hot climax, and she couldn't have stopped it even it she'd wanted to.

"Unnnnnhhhh, you're gonna make me come," she wept.

"Yeah, baby, come," Hank groaned, "come with me!"

Dotty felt a sudden deluge of molten juice in her cunt. Hank flopped down on her and fucked her with lightning speed as he boiled his load into her. The searing bath set her off, and she began to convulse and scream.

"Ahhhhhh, yes, you're doing it to meeeee!" she wailed. "I'm cominggg, whaahhhhhh!"

"Take my load, baby, aaaagggghhhh!" Hank roared.

This climax was even better than her first one. It went on and on, shaking her body with searing jolts of pleasure. Dotty loved feeling Hank come inside her. Her greedy pussy sucked up his cream till he collapsed, drained and satisfied.

He rolled off her and grinned at her. "You're way too young for me," he said, "but I want you anyway. I been looking for a girl like you all my life, and I'm not letting you go. How about marrying me?"

"Oh, yes, Hank, yes," Dotty exclaimed.

Things would be perfect with Hank, she thought. She was all set for the rest of her life.

That had been ten years ago, and now Dotty Evans was a widow. She and Hank had had a wonderful decade together before he was killed in a car wreck. Widowed only a few months, Dotty just didn't know what to do with herself.

She was in her late twenties, still blonde and gorgeous, but her whole life had been Hank, and she'd counted on being married to him right to the end. She'd never looked at another man, and she'd never considered a career for herself.

That was just the problem – Dotty had no job skills at all. Hank had wanted her to stay home and care for him, and she'd loved doing it, but now she wasn't prepared to support herself. Hank had left only a little money, and now it was gone.

So one day Dotty found herself out looking for work. There wasn't much she could do, just cook and clean and shop, but she had to get a job. The refrigerator was almost empty, the rent was due, and her bank account was a joke.

After a couple of hours of walking around the city, she saw a sign in a cafe window, "Waitress Wanted." She had no experience, but she had to try. She went in and asked the cashier about the job, and the woman directed her to the chef. Dotty made her way timidly to the back of the cafe.

The chef's name was Antonio, and he was working all alone. This obviously wasn't a very big operation. Antonio was a big, powerfully built man in his thirties, balding, with biceps like basketballs. He glared at Dotty.