Ted Leonard - Humping pumping housewife

She shocked herself. She was not one to flirt with other men, much less think what she was thinking now. She'd had daydreams about other men, but she never ever thought about acting on them. Until now.

She inched her shoulders back a little and the V of her robe sort of widened and showed a little more of her jutting tits, just like she knew it would. But Bob tore his eyes away.

"I'd better be going," he said, and she could tell by his voice that he was thinking the same way she was. But he was a nice guy.

"Please stay a few minutes," she said. "I just need somebody to talk to."

She pleaded with her eyes. They could both hear Tom snoring.

"Well… a few minutes," he said, nice guy that he was, and she raced to the kitchen for the coffee.

She felt like a foolish virgin, making coffee for him trying to keep him with her, like a silly teenager with a crush on a guy. But she couldn't stop herself.

She carried the tray with two cups of coffee on it and set it down on the coffee table as she sat down on the sofa next to him.

"Do you use cream or sugar?" she wanted to know.

"No," he said, and his eyes remained on her almost-naked tits.

She swallowed nervously, trying not to look at his lap, but when she passed his coffee to him, her hand trembled so much that the cup raffled on the saucer.

Bob took it and set it down on the table. He looked right at her tits and said, "You've got it bad, haven't you?"

Karen thought she'd die. Her lower lip quivered, and her breath got hot. Her tits quivered, and her pussy got hot.

"Oh, God," she moaned as his mouth moved over to hers.

Her eyes fluttered and then closed as he kissed her, and she couldn't keep her mouth closed or her tongue still. A huge shiver ran through her body when his big, hot hand moved into her robe to feel a firm, thrusting tit.

She strained toward him and moaned through the tonguey kiss, and her tit strained in his feeling, squeezing, fondling hand. Her nipple spiked so hard that she thought it would squirt milk for him.

Trapped in her own desires, she dropped a hand to his thigh and her reaching fingers found his hard-on, big and stiff and throbbing in his pants. Her fingers trembled on it a moment, then squeezed it as she gave his tongue some hot sucks. Her message was clear.

Bob eased her down onto the sofa and opened her robe wide, and devoured her tits and pussy with his eyes first.

"You must think I'm terrible," she panted, writhing under his hot gaze.

"I think you're beautiful," he said, unzipping his pants. "And I want to fuck you."

"Ohhh!" she moaned, and spread her legs wide apart for him.

And then he was on her and in her. He kissed her wet mouth hotly as he wedged his thick cock into her wet pussy. Tongue-fucking her sucking mouth, he crushed her tits under his chest, and fucked her sucking pussy with the biggest, strongest cock she'd felt in a long time.

It didn't take many strokes of his cock to get her off, and once she started, she never stopped cumming. She swooned as she came and came on his long, plunging cock.

Her eyes rolled and her fingers clutched at his arms, and her tits ached and her ass twisted and her pussy screwed on his cock. She saw stars as he powered all of his cock in and out of her clenching pussy, as if he knew how important it was for her to fuck and cum.

She broke the kiss to gasp for air, and she pushed his mouth down to her straining, reaching tits as she humped her ass and twisted her pussy on his drilling cock. It was fantastic as he sucked her tits and fucked her pussy hard and fast.

She was still cumming when he groaned into her tits and shot his load. And she came even more when his cock swelled up in her pussy and gushed big globs of jism into her belly. She whimpered with pleasure as he fucked all of his cum deep inside her pussy.

Then she clung to him and her pussy clung to his cock, and she rasped, "Ohhh, you don't know how much I needed that!"

But she gave him a pretty fair idea. She wouldn't let the poor guy go, even after a fantastic fuck like that. She didn't want him to leave yet.

So, when she had her breath back, and he'd drunk his coffee, she rolled off the sofa, out of her robe, and got between his knees.

She lifted his cock up in a hand and licked all the cum off it, his and hers. Gazing up at bun through her long lashes, she said, "It's been so long since I've done this."

And she took his cock in her mouth. Between her milking fist and her swirling tongue, she had his cock hard again in no time. It was much more responsive to her than Tom's. Much bigger, too.

"Ummmm!" she hummed on it, liking it a lot when it was really stiff, when she was sure he wouldn't go yet, she opened his pants and pulled them and his shafts down to his ankles.

Grasping his cock again, filled with gratitude, she said, "I'm going to suck your cock like it's never been sucked before."

And she did. Whether it was her gratitude or her lust, or both, she didn't know, but she treated him to a blow-job to end all blow-jobs. She was hot for it.

She kissed his cock all over first, then licked it all over, then sucked it into her horny mouth. She pumped it and sucked it at the same time till it was a stiff column of throbbing meat.

Then, doing something she'd never done with Tom or any other guy, she lifted his balls in gentle fingers and kissed them, too. Then she licked them all over, and took one into her mouth and gently sucked on it. Then she did the other one.

By the time she finished toying with and sucking his balls, his cock was immense and aching. It was so big and stiff that he fell back and groaned.

Karen was proud of herself as she slipped her lips over his bulging cock-head to lick it and suck it. Bob groaned like a wounded animal as she sucked him off.

She moaned herself, carried away by his cock, and she finger-fucked her hot pussy as she bobbed her mouth up and down on it. Her pussy humped hotly on her probing fingers as her mouth got fucked by his big cock. She came like crazy.

So did Bob. His cock loomed larger, swelling up in her mouth, then it gushed so hard and fast that Karen had to gulp and gulp to keep up with it. Even so, cock-cream squirted from the corners of her mouth.

She whimpered with pleasure as she finished him off, and she licked his cock clean, then licked her fingers and lips. Then she sighed with pleasure, feeling all creamy-dreamy now, filled with sucky, fucky feelings that Tom couldn't give her any more.

Gently fondling his heavy cock, she said, "I wouldn't be doing this if Tom didn't make me."

"You don't have to explain," he said. "I understand."

"You do, don't you?" Then she sighed. "Can you understand why I want you to eat my pussy?"

Whether he understood or not, he came off the sofa and pushed her down on the floor and buried his face in her hot crotch.

Karen gasped at how hungry he was for her pussy, hungry like Tom used to be. He gripped her firm asscheeks and lifted up, and drilled his tongue into her wet pussy.

And when he had her humping for more, he caught her quivery little clit in his mouth and tongued it and sucked it and nibbled it till she came like a wildcat. Then he sucked her clit and finger-fucked her pussy at the same time, and she saw stars as she came.

She grasped her tits and mauled the hell out of them as she fucked her horny, wet pussy on his face. Wave after wave of cummy pleasure washed through her and left her writhing on the floor, long after Bob stopped eating her.

All she could do was bathe in her pleasure with her eyes closed and mouth agape for air. She felt good all over now. She had been fucked at last. She had sucked a huge cock. And a handsome guy had eaten her pussy. She felt young and beautiful again.

She was still gasping and breathing hard when she heard Bob move away from her. By the time she got her breath and sight back, he was at the door. She smiled at him, still writhing her soaked pussy.