Kathy Andrews - The widow_s horny family

"Thank you," he replied and followed her to the kitchen.

Paul leaned against the sink as he sipped at his coffee, his eyes gazing boldly at her. Peggy felt like blushing. She had not felt this way in a long time, but that was what he made her feel like doing. She could not resist a peek at the front of his pants. Paul was dressed in a pair of old faded pants that he used to work about the house in and a shirt open almost to his waist. His chest, she noted, was quite hairy.

She had the distinct sensation that he could look right through her dress, see her tits and hairy cunt. The sensation was nice, a warm feeling. She nervously wrung her hands, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly he placed his cup on the sink and was reaching for her. Before she knew what was happening, Peggy was in his arms and kissing him desperately, sucking at his tongue as it snaked into her mouth. She rammed her hips against his, and felt his cock pressing against the lower part of her stomach. She flung her arms about his neck and stood on tiptoe, her head back and lips writhing as she sucked his tongue.

She trembled with bubbling desire when she felt his hands slide down her back and cup the tightening cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the resilient flesh. She bumped her cunt against him, drawing his head down to smash her lips tighter against his. She felt him arch his cock harder into her lower stomach, and she began to grind and whimper as desire burst into a roaring flame.

Paul worked her dress up in back, and, as he closed his hands over her naked creamy ass cheeks, he grunted with satisfaction. Mewling against his mouth, Peggy sucked his tongue deeply, then released it. Still with her cunt pressing hard against him, she looked up into his face, her green eyes shimmering with heat.

"Does Grace know where you are?" she asked in a throaty voice.

He nodded. "I told her I wanted to see for myself first."

She stepped from him, posing with her shoulders back and tits arching out, her nipples molded by the tight sheath. She placed a hand on one hip and smiled seductively at him. "Well, do you like it?"

"I liked it before." He grinned at her. "I've been watching you, Peggy. I won't deny I haven't. In fact, Grace and I have enjoyed some damned hot fantasies concerning you."

"Don't you think it's time to stop fantasizing?" she teased.

"Take your dress off," he said, but his voice was not demanding.

"Here? In the kitchen?"

He didn't reply but looked steadily at her. A glance down at his pants told Peggy the man had a wonderful hard-on now. His cock bulged out, but she could not really see the size or shape of his prick because of the loose pants. She began to pull the skirt of her sheath upwards, slowly, deliberately tantalizing Paul. She stopped when she had it up far enough to reveal her smooth, shapely thighs.

"Higher," he said, his voice trembling with desire.

"That's all you see until you show something in return," she replied, her green eyes flicking toward his cock significantly.

His hands moved to his pants which had buttons instead of zippers, and he had them open swiftly. She watched him shove his hand into his pants, then he lifted out his cock and balls at the same time. His prick stood very hard, at a forty-five degree angle to his stomach. His cockhead was huge and bright pink with a delicious-looking piss hole that was bubbling fuck juice. His prickshaft was thick and long, and she could see his cock pulsate. His balls, quite large, were hairy, but not too hairy. There was a pulsating fire igniting about her cunt, her clit distending even more than when she had been rubbing against him.

"Ooooo," she mewled with delight as she gazed upon his cock. "That is… is beautiful, Paul."

With a gesture of his hand, she slipped her dress higher for him. She watched a glaze come into his eyes when he saw the thick curls of her cunt, triangled perfectly, the dimple of her belly button. Peggy spread her feet about a foot apart on the floor, arching her hips forward so he could see her readiness.

"Now your tits," he said, his voice gruff but not demanding. "Let's see those sweet tits, Peggy."

She had to release her skirt to reach behind her neck to pull the zipper. But the skirt clung to her hips teasingly. Shrugging her shoulders, the sheath fell to her waist, and her rounded, luscious tits were exposed to him. Her nipples were tingling and hard, throbbing with the need for his hands to be on them.

"Are we just going to stand here and play show-and-tell, Paul," she murmured, "or did you have something else in mind?"

"Do you suck cock?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied.

"Do you take it up the ass?"

She looked at him quizzically. "Why all these questions? Why don't you find out for yourself?"

"It's important," he said, his cock jerking up and down, with the moisture becoming more pronounced.

"Like I said, why don't you find out instead of talk about it?"

She reached out for his hand. Turning, she led him from the kitchen to her bedroom. There, she removed her sheath completely, climbing onto the bed, looking at him over her shoulder with glowing eyes.

She lay there, legs wide, watching him undress. He was all man, she was pleased to see. His shoulders were wide and his chest full. His hips were narrow and his thighs were muscular. But the important thing to Peggy was his cock. His prick was the size of a nice cucumber, and her cunt was fiery with greed.

She writhed her naked ass on the bed as she waited for him to climb onto her. Her tits arched up, nipples swollen.

When Paul was on the bed with her, he stood on his knees at her head. When he reached down and placed his hand on the back of her head, Peggy eagerly opened her mouth to take in that thick, long cock. Her lips stretched around his cock as he slowly, shoved more between them. She felt her mouth full of his hard cock, stuffed until she could take no more. She did not even have room to lick with her tongue. But he began to gently fuck back and forth into her mouth, being gentle with her.

Peggy's eyes glazed over with ecstasy as her lips burned and stretched. She raised a hand to cup his dangling hairy balls, holding them tenderly as he fucked back and forth.

He held her head up with his strong hand, looking down at her as she sucked on his cock. Peggy's eyes flashed happily up at him, making soft, gurgling sounds of delight. She was thrilled with the way his thick cock stretched her lips, and she realized Paul's cock was larger than her husband's, certainly bigger than her son's.

"That's enough right now," he said, removing his cock from her hot, wet mouth. "You can suck me off later."

She waited with steaming anticipation as he moved between her spread thighs, his cock sliding along the sensitive inner surface of one thigh, leaving a moist, searing trail on her flesh. She lifted her head and tried to watch his cock as his prick brushed the hair-lined lips of her wet cunt. She felt him press the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, and she hissed in ecstasy, her hips lifting from the bed as more of that long thick cock fucked her clutching cunt.

Paul stretched out on top of her, his hairy chest smashing her tits. She ran her hands down his back and clawed at his ass cheeks, lifting her legs and bending them at the knees, holding her thighs tightly to his now-moving hips.

They did not speak, but the soft grunts and moans coming from them was enough to tell the other of the heated ecstasy each felt.

Peggy's cunt, like her mouth, seemed stuffed to the limits as his cock fucked back and forth. Her swollen clit scraped along the hardness of his prick as he fucked her, sending her body and mind into rippling pleasure. As usual, her cunt began to grip and flex, suck and draw on his extremely hard cock. She banged her ass up and down, fucking him as though she were insatiable. Paul continued to fuck up and down slowly.