Ron Evans - Daughter was hotter

When he started spewing his gooey jism into her shuddering cunt hole, Penny writhed her body against his, wallowing on his muscular frame. Her feet kicked into the air and beat wildly against the mattress. Craig arched his back, thrusting his cum-gushing fuck tool deeply into her buttery cunt. She clasped her pussy lovingly around his embedded cock shaft and sucked at his prick meat with the walls of her fuck tube.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" he howled, his cock head hammering into her with short, savage jerks.

"Ohhhhh, yes, lover! Cum in me! Fill me right up with that hot jizz! Ooooohhhh!"

Penny felt his thick, creamy jism splash into her, knowing that her pussy walls were soaking it up greedily. She clamped down on his shuddering prick, milking every last drop of that sweet cream.

Finally, his balls were empty and she felt his cock meat start to shrivel and withdraw limply from the warm embrace of her cunt. Penny rolled off him and sprawled on her back, trying to catch her breath, one hand reaching down between her thighs to finger her hot clit.

"Uuuuhhh, shit! That was great!" Craig sighed. Then he sat up and looked down at her. "But I think I'd best be getting out of here. Your mother should be home any time."

"Awwwww, Craig, don't go! It's early yet!" She scooted over and sat in his lap, wiggling her ass against his slimy cock shaft. "If you stay a while longer," she cooed softly in his ear, "I'll let you fuck me up the ass! Remember how tight and hot my ass was the last time? And remember how much you enjoyed it?"

"Yeah! I remember!" Craig grinned. "Okay, it's a deal! But you'll have to get me hard again!"

Penny giggled. "That'll be a pleasure, lover!"

It was early afternoon, exactly one week to the day after Sam Wheeler had left ton. Ellen's pussy was tingling and itching with horny frustration. Ellen had always taken her lovers on one at a time, and now with Sam gone, she knew she was in for a long lonely time until she found another big stiff-cocked stud to take his place.

She had just taken a long cool shower, trying to case the ache in her oozing cunt, and was just stepping out of the stall when she heard the doorbell ring. Still damp, she grabbed up a robe and threw it on over her body. Checking through the front window, she saw an attractively husky young man in a business suit. He was black-haired and tall, with wide shoulders, and appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He was holding a large briefcase in one hand.

Ellen opened the door and smiled warmly at him.

"Hello there!" he said. "My name's Keller. Burt Keller. I'd like to show you our new line of kitchen utensils if I may."

Usually Ellen didn't bother with door-to-door salesmen. But today wasn't a usual day. She was alone, Penny wouldn't be home from school for hours yet, and she was bored out of her skull. She welcomed any change in the monotony. If nothing else, he'd be someone to talk to for a while.

"Sure. Come on in," she said, stepping back a little to let him pass. "I'm Ellen Adams."

She led him into the living room, and they sat on the sofa with his sample case spread out on the coffee table in front of them. He began telling her all about various potato peelers and knife sharpeners and a newly developed, fully patented corkscrew that operated on a revolutionary theory of hydrology or something. Ellen wasn't quite sure because she wasn't really paying any attention to his sales pitch. To her annoyance, if not her surprise, her horniness was starting to increase as she sat next to him on the sofa.

As she watched Burt Keller demonstrating an orange squeezer, her clit started to stiffen and warm, oily cunt cream began oozing out through the twitching lips of her pussy. She found herself wondering if Burt was as well hung as the rest of him indicated.

Burt noticed her vacant stare after a while. Suddenly he laughed and said, "I can see I'm not getting anywhere, Ellen. You're not exactly thrilled to death by any of this, are you?"

"Welt no, I guess I'm not. I'm sorry, uh, Burt. I guess I just wanted someone to talk to."

"A lovely woman like you must have plenty of people to talk to," he said.

His gaze slowly traveled down from her face. Her bathrobe was floor-length and long-sleeved, but the top had pulled open as she sat there, and he could now see the smooth cleavage between her big meaty tits. The bottom had fallen open a little, too, revealing her long curvaceous legs and half of her shapely thighs. Ellen made no move to adjust her robe.

She just sat there and let him ogle her body to his heart's content, half-hoping he might decide to do something about it.

Usually she didn't approve of casual sex. She preferred to move slowly and find out a little about a man before she let him fuck her. But right now she was in no condition to be so fussy. She'd been horny to start, and she was getting hornier by the second. Even if he was a complete stranger and she never saw him again, this handsome young salesman was here, right now. Why not take advantage of that fact?

As his gaze returned to her face, Ellen gave him a dazzling smile and murmured, "Sometime I need someone to do mote than just talk – if you know what I mean."

She didn't have to say any more. Burt's eyes glinted lustfully as he re-packed his sample case, closed and fastened it carefully, then set it on the floor on the other side, of the coffee table. Turning to her, he suddenly took her into his arms, pulling her tightly against him.

"Ooooh, Burt!" Ellen squealed, lifting her face to his. He kissed her thoroughly, running his tongue into her mouth, licking against hers. Ellen returned his kiss with shameless eagerness, wiggling her tongue into his mouth, squirming her billowing tits against his chest.

Finally, he pulled his mouth off hers and smiled hotly into her flushed face. "Do you really prefer sofas, Ellen, or do you have a nice comfortable bed somewhere?"

"Well, I have a bed," Ellen giggled, bouncing lightly to her feet. "But it's really me that makes it comfortable!"

Burt was acting as though this sort of thing happened all the time. Maybe it did, Ellen thought. A handsome young stud like him probably scores on a lot of bored housewives and lonely widow ladies. She found herself excited by that thought. It would mean that he'd be sure of himself, experienced. A vigorous, forceful man who could give her what she needed so badly!

Once in the bedroom, she turned to face him and pushed her robe back over her shoulders. She stood there, completely nude, almost posing for his approval.

He gave it whole-heartedly. "Damn, Ellen! You're beautiful!"

Ellen smirked wickedly at him and moved over to the bed while he started taking off his clothes. She stretched out full-length down the center of the bed, hands under her head. She crossed her ankles, but let her knees fall open a little, giving him a teasing glimpse of the wet, pink-lipped pussy slit between her soft thighs. She watched him undressing, her eyes glowing lustfully when he pushed down his shorts and she got a look at his cock.

He was beautifully hung! A long, thick tube of tasty looking prick meat jutted straight out from a patch of bushy hair. His balls were large and swollen, the crinkly sac furred lightly. Ellen felt a fresh supply of hot pussy juice seeping out of her cunt slit as he came over to the bed, his fuck tool so stiff that it bobbed back and forth in front of him.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, licking her lips as he climbed onto the bed and reached for her.

Her hot, slobbering cunt slit brushed against the tip of his stiff throbbing prick, sending a little shiver of lusty excitement through her. She felt her cunt cream oozing from her overheated pussy. It had been exactly one week since she'd had a stiff prick up her hungry cunt, and that week had seemed like a year.