Ted Leonard - Humping pumping housewife

As the gigantic cock slipped wetly in and out of her ass, she and Jim were cheek to cheek, and every once in a while they'd whisper.

"I can't believe it's all in me! You cock is so big!" she moaned. "Ohhh, I think my ass is gonna cum!"

"God, your ass is tight! How can Tom neglect this?" he groaned. "I'm going to bust my nuts in you!"

That was okay with her. At this point she wanted to feel his cock get bigger and shoot like a cannon up her hot ass.

"Give it to me! Shoot in me! Fuck it into my ass! Ohhh, I'm cumming, tooooo!"

For a sweet young thing who rarely said dirty words, she surprised herself. It surprised her, too, when she deliberately humped and made her asshole clench on his cock to force lots of cum out of it.

How kinky, she thought, as his cock pumped jism into her fucking ass. But she gave his cock all the credit. If it wasn't so big and strong in her ass, she wouldn't feel this way. She whimpered with pleasure as he fucked all of his cum into her.

The ass-fucking was something she'd never forget. She knew that even as his drenched cock slipped out of her ass. At the end, the sheer tightness of her clenching asshole forced his cock-head out. There was a slurpy, sucky sound that made her giggle. It tickled.

"You're the first man to ever fuck me there. I used to dream about it. When I married Tom, I thought he'd want to fuck my ass, too, but he never did. If I had known it would feel this good, I would have asked him to. Isn't that wicked of me?"

She couldn't get her mind off it. Fondling his big cock all she could think about was that it had actually been up her ass. And her whole ass was still buzzing pleasantly. Even after she kissed him goodnight, her ass was alive and vibrant with fuck-feelings that she liked.

She lay in her bed next to Tom, just thinking about it as she pet her purring pussy. And she let a naughty fingertip slide to her asshole where such a big cock had been. She diddled it and tickled it, and had good feelings toward Jim. She heaved a sigh of pleasure as she thought about him, and she was glad now that Eleanor had told tales out of school.

Just before she dozed off, she had the crazy thought that maybe she should thank Tom. If it wasn't for him and his heartbreaking behavior, she never would have gotten fucked by Bob, much less by her own father-in-law. In a funny way, Tom was the cause of all her pleasure.

She was awakened the very next morning by Jim in a very special way. She came awake slowly, aware of a big cock between her legs, right up against her pussy. It was Jim's.

"Dad!" she gasped, as her clit woke up too. "Where's Tom?"

"He went to work, sick and hung over."

They were on their sides, facing each other, and her nipples stiffened against his hairy chest as her clit stiffened against his very pleasing cock. She smiled at him.

"Mmmm," she purred. "I wish Tom would wake me up every morning just like this. Boy, would I be a happy housewife!"

They laughed together, but not for long. Their laughter turned to moans and groans as they fucked. She raised her leg and Jim pushed his cock up into her open, wet pussy. Mouth to mouth and cock-in-pussy, they fucked hotly. That really woke her up.

It was a glorious way to start her day, the first time since her honeymoon that she'd been awakened like that. But it wasn't her last. Not with Jim around the house.

They sucked and fucked all day, pausing only for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And each night Tom went out, they sucked and fucked some more.

They both got what they needed – her some release of pent-up fuck-feelings, and him some hot times with a young and vibrant centerfold doll.

When it was time for Jim to go back home – Eleanor had called twice and was getting bitchy – Karen felt great, and she told Jim so.

"I'm glad I could be of some help," he said as they hugged and kissed at the door. "If you need me again, just call."

"Oh, I will!" Karen rasped, and gave his big cock a little squeeze. Then she kissed him goodbye and heaved a sigh as he left.

After a visit like that, she floated on air for almost a week, totally ignoring Tom's lack of feeling for her. She didn't care if he came home or not, got drunk or not.

Still humming with warm fuck-feelings, especially in her ass, she paid no attention to him. Then one night he came home drunk and raped her.

He stumbled in, not quite passed out, saw Karen in her sexy little robe, and suddenly had the urge to fuck her. She gave him a run for his pussy – around the sofa, into the kitchen, around the table, into the bedroom – until, finally, he caught her and pushed her down across the bed.

He tore her robe open, chewed on her tits, and drilled all of his cock into her pussy without so much as a kiss or a lick or a suck. It was ugly. He smelled terrible, and he fucked like an animal. She didn't want to, but she came on his plunging, spitting cock.

He shuddered and groaned, and groveled at her tits as he shot a load of cum into her belly. It might not have been so bad, except that all through the violent fucking, he kept calling her Judy. When he passed out on her body, she shoved him off and let him sleep on the floor.

By the end of the week, the thrill was gone. Her pussy was horny, and that old desperation started creeping in again. She got bitchy with Tom a lot, and even got miffed with the old couple next door for parking in her driveway.

She felt bad about that later, and went next door to apologize. She took some cookies she'd baked as a peace offering. It was only nine o'clock, but Mrs. King was already going to bed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Karen said. "I didn't know you'd be going to bed. Forgive me for snapping at you before. Please take these."

The woman exclaimed over the cookies, and invited Karen inside, and Karen said, "I don't know what's come over me lately. I seem to be on edge all the time."

"Now, don't worry yourself," Mrs. King said. "We all get out of sorts now and then."

"I know," Karen said. "But I'm not really like that. I'm usually an easy-going person. At least, I was."

She looked round and said, "Is Mr. King already in bed? I wanted to apologize to him."

"Oh, no," she said. "He never goes to bed early. He's down in the cellar, puttering around. Why don't you take a few of these down to him?"

Karen went down the wooden steps to the dimly lit cellar, and saw Mr. King at a work bench.

"Mr. King?" she said.

He turned. His old eyes ran up and down her curvy young body, half-naked in a minidress that was getting much too small for her.

"Well, hello," he said, eyeing the thrust of her tits.

"I've brought you some cookies," she said.

"And I'd like to apologize for the way I acted today. I haven't been myself lately."

As he set the cookies down and accepted her apology, she looked beyond him at the wall. It was plastered with full-color pictures of naked girls. It was a little disturbing to see so many naked pussies all at once.

She tore her eyes away, but the damage was already done. Her pussy got hot, as if it wanted to be out like all the others in the room.

She didn't know if it was the effect of the photos or her own desperation, or both, but before she realized it, she was flirting with a man old enough to be her grandfather.

"That's quite a collection," she cooed, too sweetly for words.

He looked at the pictures. "Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes," she said. "They're very pretty girls."

"Loretta hates them," he said. "She won't even come down here."

For some reason Karen found that nice to know, and she said, "I think I'm as pretty as they are, don't you?"

"Prettier," he said. "If I had some pictures of you, I'd throw all these away."

"Why, Mr. King," she cooed. "You're flirting with me."