Ted Leonard - Humping pumping housewife

But that wasn't all of it. Fred knelt on the pool table and fed his stiff cock into her gaping, gasping mouth. Then she really knew what it was like to be thoroughly fucked. Every hole in her body was filed with cock.

With her mouth, pussy and ass all sucking cocks at the same time, she came so much that it felt like her body was melting between the two men. Half-crazed with intense cummy pleasure, she sucked hotly on Fred's cock, fucked her pussy on Bob's cock, and squirmed her asshole on Sam's cock.

She grabbed Fred's cock in her fist and pumped it vigorously as she slipped her wet mouth back and forth on it. Sucking and moaning, she twisted her hips around and around, and her asshole and pussy strangled Bob's and Sam's cocks. It felt fantastic to her.

But the best was yet to come. Bob and Sam kept hunching their haunches, driving their cocks up into her ass and pussy. They bent their knees a little and lunged upward, and their cocks drilled into her body, over and over again.

All three cocks got very big and angry. Three cock-heads swelled up, and Karen knew they were going to shoot. The thought thrilled her all over, and she shuddered with anticipation.

It seemed to happen all at once. First Sam's cock in her ass, then Bob's in her pussy, then Fred's in her mouth, all spitting and gushing so wildly that she thought she was being fucked by a dozen cocks.

Her mind whirled as she gulped cum and fucked cum all at once. She trembled all over as she swallowed and humped, humped and swallowed. The big cocks spurted so much jism that she thought she was just one big pussy getting fucked by one big cock. It was mind-bending.

Her whole body vibrated with cummy pleasure. Her lips and pussy and asshole all buzzed as the cocks jolted and gushed for her. She shivered from head to toe and gasped for breath on Fred's spitting cock. Cum dribbled down her chin.

When the men finally removed their cocks from her hot holes, she sank to the floor in a heap, a mass of hot, writhing female flesh, gasping and panting for air.

Her hands flew to her buzzing tits and purring pussy, and she rubbed them as she rocked back and forth in her sea of pleasure.

When she could open her eyes, she gazed up at the men who had given her so much pleasure, and she smiled at Bob who was nearby. Sam was behind the bar, and Fred was on his stool, next to her snoring husband.

"You okay?" Bob wanted to know. He looked concerned.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." Then she giggled. "I've never felt better in my life."

"That's good," Bob said, and knelt next to her so he could pet her pussy for her.

She liked that. He was very considerate.

She gave him a nice smile and said, "Will you help me get Tom home?"

"And tuck you in?" he teased, fingering her pussy.

"Uh-huh," she laughed.

So he did.

Karen rode between him and a sleeping, drunken Tom, so Bob could play with her pussy all the way home. It felt really nice because her pussy was still buzzing from all the fucking.

It was still buzzing when she got naked on the sofa. Smiling, purring, she stretched out and opened her legs real wide for him. He got naked, too, since Tom was conked out on his bed.

"I'll be your husband for the night," he chuckled lewdly, pushing his cock into her hot pussy.

"Ummm, I like that," she cooed, and gave her pussy a little twist on his stiff cock.

As he fucked her, he asked her how she liked what had happened at the bar, and she humped her pussy on his big cock and said, "I loved it! I never dreamed a girl could be fucked like that. It was just what I needed. But you know that. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be sex-starved."

He did a push-up and looked into her eyes as he fucked her.

"Me?"

"Yes," she rasped hotly, turning on to his cock. "You're the first man I ever cheated with."

"I am?"

"Uh-huh. Remember that night you brought Tom home? That was my first time."

Bob chuckled and said, "That makes me feel like I got a virgin."

She laughed with him, screwed her pussy on his drilling cock.

"In a way, you did. If Tom wasn't the way he is, I'd never fuck another guy. Never!"

"Then I'm glad he's a drunk," he said, burying all of his cock in her hot pussy.

"Oh, don't say that," she objected. "You don't know what it's like to live with a guy like him. I get so horny sometimes I feel like screaming. My pussy gets so hot that I think I'll fuck anybody!"

Talking about her hot pussy only made it hotter, and she suddenly cried out.

"Oh, Bob! Fuck me!"

Then their mouths met and they fucked like animals, thrashing on the sofa, and they didn't need words any more. Cock and pussy did all the talking.

She sucked his tongue and flicked his cock with mounting passion. Her eyes closed in rapture and her tits strained up against his hairy chest. Her hot young ass churned and twisted, and her horny pussy humped and screwed on his powerful cock. She came wetly.

Cumming like a girl who really needed it, she clung to him and fucked hotly for him, giving her all as if he truly was her loving husband.

Her hot pussy quivered as she came on his relentless cock, a cock that seemed to want and need her pussy.

"You make me cum so good! If you only knew how much I need this!" she gasped. "Ohhh, don't stop, don't stop! Fuck me all you want! Oh, Bob, I wish you could fuck me like this every night!"

As it was, they fucked till dawn, much to her cummy pleasure, and she would have gone on fucking, but Tom would be getting up for work.

"Bob," she panted, humping her pussy on his cock, "I know this is greedy of me, but could you stay with me?"

"How can I do that?"

"Hide in the bedroom closet until Tom is gone," she said.

He laughed and she giggled. Her idea was wicked, but juicy. He went for it, and she hid him in her bedroom closet. Then she woke Tom up – it took a cold washcloth in his face – and fixed his breakfast and lunch box.

He didn't even remember the night before, and Karen was doubly glad that he didn't fuck her. A girl likes to be remembered. Bob was another story. He remembered so well that he wanted more of her. That pleased her down to her toes.

Tom left the house grumbling, and the minute he was gone, Karen dropped her robe and ran to the bedroom closet. Bob was on the floor, asleep, and she laughed, and woke him up by sucking on his cock.

"Take me to bed," she said hotly, milking his cock. "We can sleep together later."

He got up and laughed and carried her naked, curvy body to the bed. She threw the covers back so they'd have lots of freedom, and then they kissed and played and stroked and licked and sucked and then fucked. It was hours before they conked out, as drunk on sex as Tom had been on booze.

When she awoke later, Bob was gone, so she finger-fucked her pussy and just daydreamed about his big, always stiff cock. She felt very lucky to know a guy like him at a time like this. She really liked him.

So it came as a terrible shock when he called that afternoon to say what he had to say. Her ears burned and it struck her speechless.

"I'm sorry, Karen," he said. "But I can't see you any more. This is getting too serious, and I'm not the marrying kind. I'm not your husband, and I don't want to pretend to be that. We've had our fun, but it's over. I'm going away for a while before I fall in love with your pussy."

"But, Bob," she cried. "I want you too! I tried to make it good for you! Don't you even like me a little? I mean, you've fucked me everywhere, in every hole I've got! You've fucked me more than Tom has! How can you do this to me?"

But Bob hung up, and that was that. Karen thought she'd die on the spot. She sank to the sofa and cried like a broken-hearted teenager.

To make matters worse, Arnie, the mailman, told her he could fuck her only on Tuesdays, one day a week, because he needed the other days to service the other horny housewives on his route. Karen was devastated. It felt like she was right back where she started – desperately horny.