Ray Todd - Daughter was best

Fran Warner was filing her nails as she stood behind the counter in the small grocery store. It was a quiet morning with the kids in school and her husband out making the daily deliveries.

Fran was an attractive blonde of twenty-three and was married to the store owner who was twenty years her senior. The girl had married Tom Warner shortly after she met him two years ago. They had met when she came into his store, and the older man, who was a widower with two kids, was instantly attracted by the beautiful girl's youthfulness.

Fran was the daughter of the town drunk, and since her early teens she'd had absolutely no supervision – and was being laid by every young man in town. Hating to spend her evenings in their crummy shack with her drunken father, she spent them in the back seats of the local boy's cars where she received a thorough education in sex. As time passed, her young lovers took the nice girls of the town as their wives. At twenty-one, and with a reputation as the town slut, all the eligible men were married, leaving her desperate for a husband. That's when she'd met the widowed storekeeper and immediately set out to catch him.

Because of her sensuality and experience, she had no trouble wrapping the lonely older man around her finger. Tom Warner had led a spartan life with his kids since his wife died several years ago, and when Fran managed to seduce him, he begged the young girl to be his wife. All the townspeople snickered behind the older man's back for marrying the local whore, who was young enough to be his daughter, but they never made fun of him to his face.

When Tom first proposed to the girl, she saw it as her only means of security. The man was a hardworking storekeeper who'd saved his money and had no debts as most of the other local men did. Her only hesitation had been about taking over the responsibility of the man's two kids, but that had worked out well for them all. Now, after two years of marriage, Nancy, the eldest and Todd, her younger brother, treated her more like a big sister than a step-mother.

After her wild teen-aged years, Fran often found life at the store quite boring. But to her surprise, Tom had turned out to be a virile, big-cocked lover who always fucked her deep and hard. Although their hot fucking sessions were always more than satisfying, the overly sexed girl was always hankering to be fucked by more than one cock.

That's what she was thinking about as she sat in the store filing her nails. Watching through the window, she noticed the bakery truck pull up in front of the store. She was more than fascinated by Carl, the new driver the bakery had recently hired. Watching him through the window, Fran was intrigued by his muscular body as he stood stripped to the waist, unloading the trays of bread and pastries. He was a blond, deeply tanned young man of about twenty-five with perspiration gleaming on his broad back as he worked under the blazing sun.

Watching the young man, Fran was becoming more horny than usual as she thought about his prick and wondered how good it would feel up between her legs.

"Hi, Carl," she beamed when he entered the store.

"Hello, Mrs. Warner," he answered as he carried the loaded trays to the shelves. "It's sure hot today."

"Would you care for a drink?" she asked.

"I sure would," he beamed.

"How about some candy?" she continued, stepping in front of him.

"I don't think so," he smiled. "I don't go much for candy."

"Not even this kind of candy," she whispered, lifting her skirt until her hot pussy was completely exposed to him.

Carl could hardly believe his eyes when he glanced up and saw the soft golden hairs of her pussy between the girl's slightly parted thighs. Quickly averting his eyes so Fran wouldn't catch him staring, he could feel his cock starting to stir in his pants.

It pleased Fran to see how the young man reacted when he first glimpsed her pussy.

"Where do you come from, Carl?" she asked, trying to make light conversation.

"Up north," he stammered, taking another furtive look up between her legs.

"Is something wrong?" she teased, seeing the wild expression on his face.

"N-no," he stammered, glancing once more at her soft blonde cunt-bush. "Why do you ask?"

"You seem nervous," she giggled. "Are you afraid of my pussy?"

He was too stunned to answer, and just stood there staring at her lewdly exposed cunt as the girl blatantly spread her naked thighs wider apart.

"See," she whispered, reaching down and lightly rubbing the tip of her finger along the pink wet folds of her cunt-lips. "It ain't gonna bite."

Carl couldn't believe what was happening when the lovely blonde reached out and took his hand, guiding his finger up between her legs.

"Go ahead and touch it," teased the girl. "It loves to be petted."

Carl's cock began pounding wildly in his pants when Fran slipped his finger into the juicy hotness of her slippery cunt.

"D'ya like my pussy?" she whispered as the young man began fucking his finger around deep in her hotly aroused slit.

"Sure," grinned Carl.

"I'm glad," she whispered, leaning over and kissing him lightly on the cheek. "I sure feel horny today, and my husband won't be back for a couple of hours."

Without waiting for him to answer, Fran locked the front door, put out the closed sign, and led him to the living quarters in the back of the store. Taking him into the bedroom, she quickly removed her dress. Reaching out, Fran rested her hand on the big hard bulge that was pressing out against his tight jeans. She felt his big muscular body twitch as she gently caressed his sensitive cock through the material. Becoming more aroused, Fran could feel her sticky hot pussy-juices creaming around his finger as he wormed it deeper into her dripping slit. Quivering with anticipation, Carl slowly lowered his face to hers as Fran covered his lips with her hot open mouth, her sweet moist tongue entwining around his. Locked in a passionate kiss, the girl expertly lowered his fly, releasing his throbbing prick.

"Oh, sweet baby," she whispered at the feel of this new hot shaft of hard male meat pulsing in her fist. "This is a real beauty."

Carl began plunging his juice-slickened finger deeper and faster into her dripping slit as the girl skimmed the thick, rubbery foreskin up and down over his steel-hard cock-shaft. Becoming more excited by the minute, Carl buried his face in the delicately scented hollow between her big tits while his thick middle finger continued humming deliciously in and out of her steamy cunt.

Excited at the prospect of being fucked by a brand-new hard cock, the horny blonde lowered her wet open mouth down over the head of his bloated prick. God, how exciting it was to feel his thick cock-knob, slipping between her lips as it slithered deliciously over her tongue until his swollen cock-head nudged against the back of her throat. The meaty fullness of his throbbing prick filling her mouth was pure ecstasy to the girl. Fran hadn't touched or tasted a new cock for two years, and this one was absolutely delicious. Her entire young body was quivering with delight as she slid her tongue over and around every exciting sinew, lump and vein of the young man's big gnarly prickshaft.

Finally lifting her head, Fran began bobbing her mouth up and down over his hard male meat, feeling it sliding deliciously back and forth between her wet, sucking lips. The way Carl was lurching and jerking, his mounting excitement added even more pleasure to what she was doing to him.

Having sucked off almost every prick in town during the past years, Fran was sure that there was no cock-sucker more experienced than she was. She'd found through the years that pricks came in all assorted sizes, but she'd never sucked a cock that she hadn't enjoyed. And Carl's big thick dick was one of the tastiest she'd ever gone down on.