Ted Leonard - Humping pumping housewife

"But I mean it. After all, you're here. One real girl is worth a hundred pictures."

Karen giggled and said, "That sounds like an old saying or something."

"Well, what do you say?" he prodded.

"About what?"

"Will you pose for me?"

Genuinely surprised, she said, "Why, Mr. King. Do you have a camera?"

"No," he said, staring at her half-naked tits. "But pose for me anyway."

She laughed lightly and her tits jigged for him.

"You sound like a dirty old man," she said. "An I safe down here with you?"

"Oh, I wouldn't touch you!" he hastened to say, and she didn't believe him for a minute.

She turned her back to him and cooed, "Unzip me."

His fingers trembled as he drew the zipper down her back to her ass. She faced him then, smiling, and got kind of excited as she slowly eased her dress from her silky smooth shoulders.

Her dress slipped a little on her tits. Just a little. Just enough to please her and tease him. There was something deliciously kinky about being in a dark cellar with a dirty old man.

Even so, she surprised herself, and for a moment she wondered how she'd come to this – cock-teasing a nice old guy like him. But the moment passed.

"Why don't you sit down, Mr. King," she said.

"Call me Ron. Mr. King makes me sound old."

She thought that was cute, and she liked him for it.

"Okay, Ron," she said. "I can see a little boy in your eyes anyway."

And she gave the horny little boy the show of his life. Teasing to please, she lowered her dress in front and let him stare at her firm, jutting tits in two small green patches of silk. Her father-in-law had destroyed her blue bra.

As he looked, she slowly peeled the little triangle aside, like the skins off of oranges, and exposed her round, pink-tipped tits to him. Smiling, she cupped them and teased her nipples till they spiked, and Ron licked his lips.

"Are my tits as nice as theirs?" she teased. He muttered something, and she pushed at her dress. It got over her hips and slipped all the way down to her feet. She stepped out of it and watched him watch her little panties move on her crotch.

She set her feet apart so he could see what she had seen in her mirror earlier – her furry young pussy visible in the sheer material of her panties.

He stared and muttered again and licked his lips again, and she felt good about this, like she was doing something special for a nice old guy.

With her desperate need for attention getting stronger, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slowly pushed them down, bending over to do so, and she stepped out of them.

In nothing but her little sandals, she posed for him, feeling a lot like a Goddess in front of a worshiper. In fact, he looked like he adored her. And that really felt good.

Drawn to him now, she moved closer and purred, "You can feel my pussy if you want to."

He wanted to. His big hand came up between her thighs and she parted them for him, and his fingers met her pussy and he felt it and stroked it and petted it. It purred.

Getting warmer, Karen lowered her tits and he leaned forward and kissed them and licked them and sucked her nipples real nice. And a big finger inched up into her pussy.

"Ohhmmm!" she moaned. "That feels good!"

Encouraged, he got two fingers up her pussy and fucked them in and out as he devoured her tits. Karen got hot.

Turned on, she got free of his mouth and fingers, and dropped to her knees between his. She opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was wet and thick, but limp. She looked up at him in wonder.

"What's wrong?" she said. "Don't I turn you on?"

"Sorry," he said, looking pained. "It's been this way for months now. Loretta can't get it up either."

"You poor guy," she said. "Does she suck it for you?"

"Loretta? Heck, no! We've never done that sort of thing. I guess we're pretty old fashioned."

"Well, that's the problem," she said. "Here, let me show you."

She lifted his cock up and gave it lots of licks and gentle sucks. She toyed with his big balls, and sucked his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around and around his cock-head.

His cock came alive and rose like a dead man from the grave.

"It's a miracle!" Ron gasped.

He chuckled with glee as she bobbed her pretty head up and down and sucked hotly on his erecting cock.

When it was big and stiff, she felt really proud of herself, like a nurse who had nursed her patient back to health.

Ron groaned and his body shook and his cock erupted like a volcano. Like hot lava, his cum gushed out and filled Karen's mouth. She gulped it down and got another mouthful. She swallowed fast to keep up with his spitting cock.

"Good Lord!" he choked, and pumped a healthy load of jism for her hungry, sucking mouth.

At the end, she jerked his big cock and ate all the cum his balls supplied, and that was a lot.

She left his cock the way she'd found it, wet and thick and limp. He gasped for breath as she licked it clean.

She settled back and gazed at his cock in her fondling hand.

"I have a feeling you're not going to be able to fuck me," she said. Then she brightened. "I'll tell you what. Get a good night's sleep and come over to my place tomorrow, and we'll see what we can do about that."

"You're not only sexy," he said. "You're smart. That's a great idea."

She was smarter than he knew.

"In the meantime," she purred, "you can eat my pussy. You don't need your cock for that."

So they changed places. She sat on the chair with her legs wide open, and he knelt in front of her to eat her pussy. Because he was old fashioned like he said, and kind of new at this, it felt like a little boy was eating her, but his eager licking and sucking and nibbling did the trick. She came a good one.

Just when she started to cum, she gasped, "Fuck your tongue in and out!"

As he did, she screwed her pussy around and humped it up and down, and she came wetly for a pretty long time. It was good.

When it was over, he sat in the chair again and watched her dress. She made it as exciting as when she undressed for him, and he liked it. She kissed him goodnight and left him there, gazing at his pictures on the wall.

Tom wasn't home, of course, so she got ready for bed, feeling pretty sexy. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she paused to giggle. Then she jumped into bed and finger-fucked herself to sleep.

She got a nice surprise the next morning. Tom no sooner left for work with his head in his hands when there was a knock at the door. It was Mr. King, grinning from ear to ear like a kid.

She invited him in for coffee, which they never got to. She was so touched by his eagerness that she opened her robe, smiling, and let it slip from her shoulders. Stark-naked and a little eager herself, she had him sit down on the sofa.

She knelt between his thighs and opened his pants and got his cock out. It looked young and fresh this morning. And when she got her mouth on it, it got stiff right away.

She moaned and he groaned as she milked it and jerked it and licked it and sucked it, and in no time at all, it was big and hot and throbbing.

"Ohhhhhh," she purred, watching it pulse like a young heart before her hot eyes. "Come here."

She took his hand and drew him from the sofa as she rolled onto her back on the floor, and he came down on top of her, as horny as a goat.

She reached down and gripped his big cock. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled it to her wet pussy-wet because she had finger-fucked herself awake this morning.

Her pussy opened for his cock and when the thick head of it was lodged in her small pussy mouth, she took her hands away and let him go at it.

To her delight, he fucked like a horny old goat. He sucked her tits like there was no tomorrow, and fucked her silly. He grunted and groaned a lot, but he powered all of his cock into her pussy with such force that she came like crazy.