Leslie Duncan had always thought funerals were supposed to be sad, but there was no grief in her heart as she watched her husband's coffin being lowered into the ground . . .
And why should there be grief? The rotten son of a bitch had beat her almost daily during the ten years of their marriage. And when he wasn't home, beating up on her, he was off somewhere, chasing after other women. After promising her a life of roses and honey, he had given her ten fucking years of misery. Under those circumstances, why should she grieve?
She hadn't found it easy, being married to the town drunk, the town bully and the town idiot all rolled into one man. The ugly shouting matches that went on long into the night, the strange earrings and women's shoes found more than a few times underneath her bed, the many times money she had been saving in her dresser drawer suddenly disappeared-all of these things and more had turned her marriage into a joke. So it wasn't with sorrow and dismay that she had accepted the news of her husband's fatal heart attack. Far from it!
It was more like relief that had filled every muscle and nerve in her body when the policeman at the door told her what had happened. She felt as if a dark cloud had been lifted from her, freeing her, enabling her to breathe and see and think for the first time since her wedding day. She was ready to throw her arms around the policeman and give him a big kiss, except that she was only wearing a bathrobe at the time-and a very short one at that -and she doubted if the policeman would have understood . . .
The preacher's words hummed in her ears as she sat staring at the long white coffin. Friends, neighbors, and well-wishers also stood and sat around, paying their last respects. Some were even crying. What did they know? They didn't have to live with the jerk.
She knew most of them, and one in particular caught her attention. He was a tall muscular young man, with curly blonde hair and a narrow nose.
She recognized him as her husband's business partner. In the last five years he had made no less than a hundred passes at her, and she had rejected each one. And even now he was eyeing her wickedly, his deep-set blue eyes exploring the curves of her black dress, even falling down upon her black stockings. The thought behind the smile on his thin lips was unmistakable. He wanted to fuck her.
Leslie watched him through the black veil that hid her happy face. At any other time she would have turned her nose up at him, but now she found a strange sort of pleasure in his attentions. Strange and dirty! Where before she would have just pretended he wasn't there, now she found herself studying him in return. Her large black eyes feasted upon his lean body. He was dressed neatly in a black suit. She licked her lips slowly as her eyes fell over his partly hidden cock-bulge. Its size sent a shiver up her back.
Leslie looked alternately at Bob Ford's cock-bulge and her husband's coffin. After what she had gone through, it would serve her husband right if she were to throw herself on top of the coffin, hike up her funeral dress, and fuck the shit out of Bob Ford in plain sight of everyone. Hell, just the thought of fucking him made her hot pussy tingle.
Though Leslie had no intention of doing such a thing, it was something to think about. Or rather, the freedom for her to do such a thing was something to think about. A smile, hidden from the crowd by her veil, curled her lips as she thought about what her husband's death really meant to her.
No more having to suffer through accusing questions or suspicious glances whenever she came home late from work. No more having to wear her hair tied up in a bun. No more worn and too-long dresses. No more having to be afraid to talk to other men. With the lowering of the coffin, her chains and shackles vanished.
These ideas were still drifting through her head when she said her good-byes to the crowd and drove back to the apartment. And already she had decided that there would be plenty of changes made. Colorful drapes. Thicker carpets, new furniture and wallpaper. All paid for with her dead husband's insurance money. What an irony!
But all that could come later, she decided. Right now she needed some rest; it had been a long day. She stripped off her dress, hat and veil, and hung them up in the closet. Then she kicked off her shoes, leaving them in the middle of her bedroom floor. Now wearing only a bra, panties, garter, and stockings-all black-she threw herself across the large bed and drifted off to sleep.
Two hours later she was awakened by a loud knocking on her door. In fact, the knocking was unusually loud, and as she struggled to clear away the cobwebs from her mind, she wondered why they didn't use the doorbell. When her eyes opened at last, she saw why-to her astonishment. s
"Mr. Camper! What are you doing at my bedroom door? What are you doing in my apartment!"
Leslie quickly pulled a sheet over her half-naked body, but she wondered just how long her resident manager had been standing there. From the size of the cock-bulge in his tight jeans, she figured it must have been quite some time.
"Not your apartment," said the tall, powerfully built man. "My apartment. You rent from me...remember?" The top buttons of his white shirt were open, and a thick crop of black chest hair filled the gap. Thick wavy hair also fell down over his forehead, while a sly grin showed beneath his thick mustache.
"All right, all right," said Leslie, drawing the sheet up to her neck, and at the same time shifting around until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. "It's your apartment. But you still have no right to come in here without knocking. And knocking on my bedroom door doesn't count. And as long as I pay my rent you'll respect that."
"Yes, well, that's what I came up here to discuss with you. Now that your husband is dead, how am I going to get my rent?"
"What are you talking about, Mr. Camper! The rent isn't due until the first of the month. I have my job, and soon I'll have the insurance money."
"Sorry, Mrs. Duncan, but you don't earn enough from your job to pay for this apartment, and the insurance money you're talking about probably won't come for another two months. And as for the rent being due on the first of the month, you're wrong about that too. Your husband-the deadbeat-died owing me three months' back rent. Now what are you going to do about it?" He stood with his hands on his hips, awaiting the widow's answer.
Leslie fumbled for words, not knowing what to say. Now she knew where her late husband was getting so much money for drinking and gambling. The son of a bitch hadn't been paying the rent. Now what was she to do?
"I don't know what to say," she answered, her body suddenly going limp. "I just don't know what to say. Can't you give me more time?"
"Shit, lady, I have to pay my bills too. Maybe if you could make it worth my while, I might consider waiting. Otherwise, out you go."
"Make it worth your while?" said Leslie, lifting her solemn eyes, which resembled large coal-black marbles.
"That's right, baby. Hell, your husband is gone. What does it matter now? You're going to need a man. It may as well be me."
Leslie didn't particularly like the way the man spoke, but she had to admit he was good looking. And he could make things easier for her. Hell, she needed time to get the insurance money. She had nowhere else to go. And what were those feelings she had had at the cemetery? Feelings of freedom. Well, now was as good a time as any to exercise that freedom.
"Well, Mr. Camper," said Leslie, suddenly smiling, "I was faithful to my husband during my entire marriage. But I buried the son of a bitch this morning-so I guess it's all right to fuck another man. Why don't you come and join me? This bed is too big for one person, anyway." The widow then threw back the sheet and exposed her half-naked body.
Mr. Camper was out of his clothes in seconds and then joined the widow on her bed while she was still gasping at his big prick. Never had she seen a cock that big. It dwarfed her husband's. She giggled excitedly as she allowed him to push her back on the mattress. She could only imagine what joys awaited her.
The landlord stripped the widow's bra and panties from her long slim body, but he left her garter and stockings in place, for, as he explained to her, they really turned him on. She couldn't have cared less. If her black silk stockings made his prick harder, then by all means leave them on!
He next undid her tightly wrapped hair and freed the long black strands. They spread out over the mattress, providing a soft shiny nest for her narrow white face. She looked up into his eyes and spread her long legs, wanting him to free the rest of her body as well.
"What a bitch!" shouted Mr. Camper as he looked down at the widow's narrow waist, shapely hips and thighs, and smooth flat belly. "And to think you've been shacked up with that drunken mother-fucker all these years. Oh, what a waste!"
"Well, you're here now, Mr. Camper. Show me what a good landlord you are. Show me what I've been missing all these years."
Like a runner warming up before a race, Mr. Camper started out with a few hot kisses to the widow's lips and cheeks. Then he moved down to her neck and made her gasp with joy. Leslie grasped the man's broad shoulders and began writhing on the bed.
Her ass shook the bedsprings as she thrust her tits toward the landlord's lips. She imagined her husband was somewhere watching her, and the thought made her even more wicked in her behavior.
Mr. Camper sucked at her tit mounds, moving his puckered lips from one tit to the other. He made her soft tit meat swell and burn, and he covered her tits with his spit. Soon her pink color grew redder, and her gasps grew louder, and he knew he was making her feel damned good.
As he sucked, his hard prick slid up and down her soft inner thigh, leaving a thin trail of slime.
"Ooooh! Eeee!" she squealed, shaking her head blissfully. "Oh my, Mr. Camper! What hot lips you have! Mmmmm!"
Mr. Camper then proceeded to show the widow what sharp teeth he had as well. He seized small lumps of her tits between his teeth and began nibbling on them. His teeth pinched the soft tit meat hard and made her cry out, but she made no effort to dislodge her aching tit flesh; instead, she just tightened her hold on the back of his neck and moaned in his ear.
Mr. Camper apparently loved the taste of the widow's tits. He moved his mouth from one to the other, taking more and more bites. Soon both of her tits were covered with tiny red bruises, and the heat began to grow in intensity.
Leslie had never known her tits to throb so. She wrapped her long legs around the man's waist, pushed her big tits closer to his mouth-so close that her fleshy tit mounds nearly smothered him and begged him to bite her tits harder.
But Mr. Camper had had enough of the widow's firm, pointed tits. He released them and started running his lips down her soft belly. Leslie had no idea what he was up to; she had never had a man do this to her before. But as he moved lower and lower, she had a strange feeling that he was in for a good time. Finally his lips struck home.
"Eeeee! Ahhh!" she howled, and she immediately spread her legs wide to give the man more room.
Mr. Camper crawled between the widow's legs and, with his head lowered, began to eat out her pussy. His long fat tongue slithered up and down the length of her pussy lips, parting the thick black cunt hairs and making them very wet. She squealed and bucked and squealed some more as wild sensations shot through her fuck hole.
His tongue flicked here and there as he fought his way through the thick black cunt hairs to her delicate cunt meat. She lifted her ass a little to make things somewhat easier for him, and he responded by snaking his tongue along her cunt crack and jolting the hell out of the many nerves that lined it.
"Eeeee!" she squealed, and she grabbed hold of the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair.
Mr. Camper slobbered over the widow's pussy lips and a lewd manner. Spit dripped from his mouth and trickled through her pussy hairs. Heat waves escaped her fuck hole and blasted his face. As his lust intensified, he pushed her legs even farther apart and worked his tongue into her open pussy gash.
"Ohhh!" howled Leslie when she felt the rough surface of his tongue on her tender pussy folds. "Uungh! Shiiyyiit!"
The widow arched her back and rolled her eyes as the slippery tongue delved deep into her fuck hole. Spasms rocked her cunt almost immediately, and she was forced to clamp her cunt muscles around the man's tongue in order to keep from climaxing. She had never known getting her cunt licked could be so much fun.
Mr. Camper didn't let a few cunt muscles get in his way. He fucked his tongue in the widow's pussy in spite of the tightly clinging cunt muscles.
His fat tongue stretched her cunt walls this way and that, and jolted the many nerves lining them. Her loud screams and violent bucking told him that he was hitting the right spot. He continued his tongue-fucking, finding the widow's fuck hole a tasty treat.
Pussy juice began to coat his lips, chin, and nose as he worked his tongue in all directions. He left none of her pussy unlicked, and within a matter of seconds he had greatly increased the temperature inside her cunt.
Pussy hairs clogged his nostrils as he attempted to reach the deepest limits of her pussy hole. But the widow was a mature woman and her pussy hole was like a bottomless pit. He tried in vain to reach the end, and soon had to withdraw his tongue, gasping for air.
After swallowing the pussy juices that coated his tongue, Mr. Camper began to flick his tongue over the widow's swollen clit. Her sudden cries were music to his ears, but he had a hard time controlling her wild bucking. He was forced to move his head up and down and from side to side just to keep up with her bouncing clit.
"Aaiieee!" shouted Leslie, her eyes wild. "My clit! I'm on fire! Dammit, man, I'm on fire!"
Leslie, sweat dripping from every pore, dug her heels into her landlord's shoulders and clawed at his hair. Lightning bolts racked her cunt hard. Rockets exploded in her head. She worked her cunt muscles feverishly, enjoying the magnificent tongue-job.
"Ohhh!" she howled, her face twisted passionately. "I'm so fucking hot! I don't know what's happening to me! Shiiyyiit!"
Mr. Camper kept lapping at her clit, his tongue knocking the fiery fuck button back and forth. The woman's clit swelled and throbbed dangerously, and she was soon racked with uncontrollable spasms.
"Ahhh!" she cried, her body shaking violently. "You're making me come, you pussy-eating bastard! Oh, shit, yeah!" The widow's eyes rolled back. Her mouth fell open. Her pussy was twitching madly. Then she came and flooded her landlord's face with hot pussy juice. "Ahhh!"
Mr. Camper slurped happily as the hot cunt jizz oozed from the woman's fuck hole. He behaved like a starved youth and soon had his fill, getting his face sopping wet from his efforts.
"Wow!" said Leslie, stretching out on the bed in a sleepy, satisfied manner. "You really popped my cunt juices that time, Mr. Camper. I feel so fine. What do you want to do next?"
"It's your turn to do me now," he said. And with that he stretched out on his back and beckoned her to his stiff cock.
Leslie was no stranger to cock-sucking. Her good-for-nothing husband used to stick his prick in her mouth at every opportunity. She had learned to tolerate it early in her marriage, but she had never learned to enjoy cock-sucking. Now, however, things were different. The landlord's prick was much longer, much fatter, and much more pleasant looking. She was sure she would have no trouble enjoying sucking his cock.
With an excited laugh, Leslie crawled up to the man's stiff prick and lowered her head to taste it. Her thick black hair, now resembling a lion's mane, fell down and caressed the man's thighs and belly, while her shapely ass jutted up in the air.
The strong cock smell filled her nostrils, but she was not in the least disgusted. On the contrary, she reveled in the pungent aroma, even seizing the cock and rubbing the fat cock shaft all over her cheeks and forehead. She seemed possessed as she smeared a thin film of cum over her white skin.
After her introduction to the man's big prick, she calmed down and began to run her tongue up and down the long fat prick shaft, from the heavy balls to the swollen cock head. She explored every bulge and vein. It wasn't long before the prick was glistening with her spit.
"Ahhh!" moaned Mr. Camper, and he reached down and stroked the widow's soft face. "That's the way, bitch. Keep it up."
Leslie's fingers glided through the man's crotch hair as she continued to lick his prick. She explored his hard muscles and rough skin, and she found herself admiring the power he had in his hips. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have those powerful hips pounding into her own.
Her tongue traced a path of fire and spit along the man's cock shaft. She could feel the blood pulsing through his prick growing fatter and redder. She was happy to have such a wonderful fuck tool all to herself.
She reached up to his swollen prick head and flicked her red tongue against his piss hole. A drop of pre-cum rolled down into her mouth and she swallowed it happily. Enjoying the taste, she searched for more drops.
The tip of her tongue assaulted his piss slit, stretching and parting the tiny opening in search of pre-cum. The landlord groaned and writhed beneath her as his sensitive nerves were jolted mercilessly.
She knocked the big cock back and forth and round and round in her efforts to reach inside the piss hole. More ropes of pre-cum rolled down into her mouth, and they were just as tasty as the first. Before long, the landlord was howling at the top of his voice.
"I'll give you something to howl about," said Leslie, lifting her head. "You haven't seen anything yet."
The slim brunette then opened her mouth wide and engulfed the whole cock. She surprised even herself as she worked her lips down to the man's hairy balls with very little difficulty. When she finally came to the base of the cock, she realized that his cock knob was now pressing into the back of her throat.
"Ohhh!" cried Mr. Camper, no longer able to see his cock. "Ah, shit! Suck it, baby. Suck it."
With the man's balls snug against her lips, Leslie massaged the thick prick shaft with her teeth and tongue. She moved the prick from one side of her mouth to the other, licking it and biting it. The big fuck pole throbbed against the roof of her mouth.
The widow's sharp teeth tested the big fucker for some time, while Mr. Camper groaned deliriously. But then, as if deciding not to bite the prick off after all, Leslie relaxed her grip and began to work her lips up and down the mighty cock shaft.
The widow's head bobbed up and down, slowly but surely. Her thick hair danced about her shoulders. Her tits jiggled like gelatinous stalactites. Even her big asscheeks shook seductively. She was really enjoying the blow-job.
Spit trickled from the corners of her mouth as she tasted every inch of the cock. Her lips, stretched like a taut rubber seal, glided up and down with regular strokes. The cock rammed deep, withdrew halfway, then rammed deep again.
"Mmmmmm!" moaned Mr. Camper, and he clutched a handful of the woman's hair and guided her sucking mouth. "That's wonderful, baby. You're a great cock-sucker."
Her mouth being too full to thank him for the compliment, Leslie just grunted. Her hot sucking had speeded up the flow of blood through his cock, and now the prick was as red as a beet and as fat as a sausage. But she wasn't complaining as she sucked his cock in and out of her mouth.
Mr. Camper began to squirm frantically. At the same time, he reached down and grabbed both of the widow's tits, one in each hand, squeezing them tightly.
Leslie was grateful for the pressure the man was applying to her tits. It was just the thing to satisfy the itch in them. She grunted louder and louder as the man's fists tightened.
But she didn't forget about his cock. The stiff fucker was bulging her cheeks, stretching her lips, and burning her tongue and gums. She kept sucking his cock.
With her tits throbbing beneath her, Leslie raced her hot lips up and down the stiff cock shaft. Her head bobbed furiously. Her hair flew in all directions, like a black banner in a strong wind. Sucking noises filled the air around them. Spit ran down on his thighs and belly. She choked and gasped and sucked as she did her best to take him over the edge.
But just when his prick started to throb dangerously, just when his piss hole began to flare, just when his cum started to rise to the surface-there was a loud, ear-piercing shriek at the bedroom door. Startled, Leslie yanked her head up, like a grazing animal suddenly aware of danger.
A big redhead, wearing tight jeans and an even tighter sweater, blocked the doorway. She had her hands on her hips, and a scowl on her face. "Oh, shit! Mrs. Camper!" cried Leslie. "It's you!" The widow tried to cover her nakedness quickly.
"That's right, you fucking bitch! What in the hell are you doing with my husband? Jim, get your ass out of that bed right now! Of all the goddamned nerve! It's a good thing I came up here. I had a feeling you'd try something like this. Hell, her husband ain't even cold in the ground yet."
"Honey!" shouted Mr. Camper, rolling out of bed and reaching for his clothes. "Damn! I knew I should have locked that front door again after I unlocked it. But look, this isn't my fault. This bitch practically raped me. You've got to believe me."
"Why should I?" asked Mrs. Camper, still frowning.
"Yeah, why should she?" said Leslie, surprised to hear her landlord's words. "You know that's not true."
"Honey, it is true. You've got to believe me. You know I could never be interested in any other woman. Hell, how can I make you believe me?" he struggled into his trousers.
"Evict the bitch!" shouted the redhead. "I don't want her here. I don't want any single woman living here. I mean it, Jim. Either she goes or I go."
"All right, honey. Whatever you say. She's gone."
"What do you mean? You can't just evict me for no reason."
"I can and I am. I'm sorry, but I've got no choice. You'll have to move out within a couple of days, Leslie. I'm really sorry."
CHAPTER TWO
Feeling betrayed by her landlord, Leslie didn't wait a couple of days. She packed her suitcases that evening and left her apartment, the only home she had known in the past ten years. Since her furniture was old and worn, she decided to leave her landlord with the burden of disposing of it. Serves him right, she told herself as she descended the iron steps on the outside of the building for the last time.
Bob Ford was the first person to pop into her mind. The good-looking stud had been trying to fuck her for a while now. He was unmarried and had a nice house on the outskirts of town. As things were, she would have to go to Bob Ford, spread her legs for him, and then hope that he would enjoy her pussy enough to let her stay on with him.
As she got into her sedan she refused to think of what would become of her if Bob Ford tossed her out. She had no relatives that she knew of, who might give her a place to stay. And her two or three friends barely had enough room for themselves and their families. She certainly didn't want to impose on them. All she could do was cross her fingers as she drove off toward Bob Ford's neighborhood.
The home of her late husband's business partner was a neat two-story brick building, with a slanting roof, a side porch, and a well-manicured front lawn. Neatly trimmed hedges bordered the single pathway to the tree-framed front door. Leslie was so nervous as she made her way up the path that she nearly stumbled.
Her two suitcases contained everything she had accumulated during her ten years of marriage: old clothes, cheap jewelry, personal items, and various sentimental objects. On her body were her new sexy undies and her black funeral dress, the best dress she owned. Bob had looked her over good at the funeral. Perhaps he would do more now.
After the second ringing of the chimes, the front door opened. Bob Ford stood tall in his pajamas and robe and slippers. A questioning look on his face melted into a wide grin, and he beckoned the widow into his home.
"So, you finally realized that you couldn't live without me," he said as he took her suitcases from her. "I knew you'd come to your senses sooner or later. Too bad it took you so long to make up your mind. Just think of all the fun we could have been having."'
"Look, Bob, I'm not going to lie to you. I got into a little trouble with my landlord and I've been evicted from my apartment. I have no money and no place to live. Now you've been chasing after my ass for a long time, so I figured-"
"You figured that you'd just come over here and hop in the sack with me, and your troubles would be over. Am I right?"
"You don't have to put it that way, Bob. After all, you've been trying to get me into that sack of yours often enough."
"So I have. And can you blame me? You've got one of the nicest asses I've ever see on a woman."
"How do you know? You've never seen my ass in the raw. How do you know I don't have padding underneath my dress? What you now see could be all fake."
"Well, baby, there's one way to find out. Come on upstairs with me."
The man led her up to the second floor and then down the hallway. Leslie nervously followed. A large bed dominated the room. It had satin sheets and huge fluffy pillows. Leslie at once got the feeling that the bed had seen a lot of fucking. She wondered how she would measure up.
Putting down the suitcases, Bob walked up to her, seized the hem of her dress, and yanked it up to her waist, exposing her big asscheeks. Leslie did not resist; she just leaned forward and let the handsome stud see for himself that her sexy ass was for real.
"Damn!" he said, running his free hand over her tightly stretched panties and feeling her juicy ass meat. "What an ass! It's just the way I imagined it. Oh, baby, am I going to put you to the test!"
"To the test?" she asked.
Bob Ford yanked the widow's panties down to her knees and began to explore her white ass. His rough hand moved at will, caressing her silky stockings and plucking at her garter strap. He pinched the backs of her thighs and slapped her big asscheeks. Leslie moaned and winced as her ass began to heat up.
"Mmmmm!" he said, holding her dress up with one hand and fondling her ass with the other. "Real nice. Yes, indeed."
"Oooooh!" Leslie moaned, and she spread her legs wider in order to better brace herself.
Bob's hand moved round and round the widow's plump ass, squeezing and massaging the firm ass flesh. He soon turned the white ass meat rosy red, and the widow moaned approvingly. But Leslie wondered how long she would have to remain in this standing, bent-over position.
Then Bob began to spank her, not hard but just enough to make her flesh jiggle. The jiggling coursed through her asscbeeks and down the backs of her thighs. She whimpered at the slight sound of the blows, but she was feeling no real pain.
Suddenly the spanking stopped and Leslie was aware of a rustling movement behind her. She soon realized that Bob war dropping his pajama bottoms. But even though she knew what to expect, she was still surprised when the man's long hard cock poked into her ass crack.
"Eeeee!" she squealed, jumping forward. "Oooooh! That thing is hot! You're not going to plug up my shitter, are you?"
"I sure as hell am. Any objections?"
Leslie thought for a second, remembered that she had no place to call home, then said: "Not a one. Enjoy yourself."
Before fucking his big prick into her asshole, Bob got into position directly behind her and took a firm hold on her waist. Holding her steady to keep her from jumping, he guided his prick deeper into her ass crack, intent on fucking her ass.
Leslie, her thick black mane falling down over her eyes, trembled with anticipation. She could feel his cock sliding closer and closer to her asshole, and she could feel her asscheeks being stretched wider and wider apart. The suspense was nerve-racking to her, and she wondered if Bob was going to ass-fuck her savagely, as her late husband used to do, caring only for himself-or whether he was going to take his time and make the fuck enjoyable for them both.
She soon got her answer.
Bob, as soon as he felt his cock head make contact with the woman's ass ring, slammed his hips forward and fucked his fat kock-knob right through the meaty barrier. Luckily, the tiny sphincter yielded in time to prevent serious injury to Leslie, but the tall widow was still filled the pain. She was sure she was going to die.
"Ohhh!" groaned Bob, throwing back his head in bliss. "I love it! Nice and tight! Yeeoow!"
The tall blonde stud then fucked into the widow again and drove his prick deeper. Her buttery asshole yielded to his thick cock, then closed around it again and set his fucker afire. The heat became so intense that he considered withdrawing his cock for a while and giving it time to cool off. But then he just fucked his cock even deeper. Before he knew it, his balls were resting on the widow's asscheeks.
"Ohhh!" moaned Leslie, finding herself plugged tight. "You really know how to nail a girl, don't you?"
"I've had plenty of practice, bitch. Now hold onto the bedpost-I'm going to take you for a ride."
Bob began fucking Leslie's asshole with his big prick. He slammed his prick deep, withdrew it halfway, then slammed it deep again. His hard fuck-thrusts shook her ass meat like jelly and made her cry out loudly. He seemed to enjoy his absolute domination over her.
"Ahhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "Oh, my sore ass!"
Bob's cock head speared her buttery asshole walls from every direction, driving them this way and that, and jolting her ass guts. His thick cock root stretched her shitter ring to its limit and sealed off escaping shit juices. His big balls hammered her asscheeks brutally and turned them red.
Leslie pushed her ass back into him as the fire bolts reached up to her belly. She couldn't believe the intense pressure she was experiencing in her tightly plugged shit chute. The man's cock was obviously too big for her asshole, and she was really paying the price.
Shit juices popped and squished lewdly. Slapping noises filled the air. Whimpers and gasps escaped her lips. This was much more savage than fucking had ever been with her husband.
"Ohhh!" howled Bob, grinning triumphantly. "I love your hot ass, bitch! I'm going to fuck the shit out of it!"
Judging from the greasy slime now dripping down her ass crack, Leslie was sure Bob had already fucked the shit out of her. But she could do nothing to prevent him from having his way; he was just too damned strong. Each fuck-thrust rocked her to and fro, bouncing her big tits, jarring her ass, and nearly breaking her grip on the bedpost. She could only hope he climaxed soon.
But Bob seemed far from coming. His fat cock fucked in and out of the widow's shit tube, stretching her shitty asshole walls until they seemed about to split. Each of his fuck-thrusts was right on target, and Leslie began to fear that he would truly split her open.
Leslie could almost feel his cock in her belly. She tried to wriggle her ass from side to side in an effort to relieve some of the pain and pressure. Her asshole continued to throb and swell with each fuck-stroke of his cock.
"Ungh!" she moaned, shaking her head. "You're killing me! Oh, what a big cock you have! Eeeee!"
"The better to fuck you, my dear," said Bob with a grin, and he immediately slammed his hips forward brutally, causing her to lose her grip on the bedpost.
Leslie howled in agony as she fell forward into the bed. She landed on her belly, and Bob landed on top of her, his prick still buried deep inside her asshole. She didn't enjoy this position any better than the first, but again, there was nothing she could do about it.
Bob, his weight burying Leslie into the mattress, laughed at what he had just done, and continued to fuck his cock in and out of her greasy shitter. The bedsprings creaked with each fuck-thrust, and the widow howled, but he was determined to spill his jizz inside of her tight asshole.
"Ohhh! I'm dying! I'm dying! Please take it out! You're going to knock my turds right out of my mouth!" She raised her head and spread her arms and legs wide in an attempt to accommodate the big fuck pole. "Wouldn't you rather fuck my cunt, Bob? I can take your prick much better in my cunt."
"Oh, is that so? You think you can take my prick better in your cunt, do you? Well, we'll see about that."
Bob fucked his cock balls-deep one more time, grinding his balls into her asscheeks. Then, with a deep groan, he yanked his cock out of her asshole. A loud suctioning noise filled the air, and Leslie was convinced that her asshole had been turned inside out.
"Before I fuck your pussy, I want you to suck all this shit off my cock. C'mon, bitch! Forget about your ass-concentrate on my prick!"
Leslie had reached back to rub her sore ass and to make sure that everything was in place. But Bob would not even give her time to do that. He grabbed a fistful of her black hair and pulled her mouth to his stiff, dripping cock. At the same time, he rolled over on his back and propped himself up on one elbow.
"Oh, shit no!" cried Leslie, now leaning over his cock. "You don't really want me to suck that filthy thing, do you? It's so awful! Ugh! Did all that shit come out of my ass?"
"Where the hell do you think it came from, slut? Now get down there and suck! Shit! I wasn't good enough for you when your husband was alive. Now that he's dead you come crawling over here to offer me your body, expecting me to take you in. Well, you'll have to show me what you can do first."
Bob then forced Leslie's mouth down on his cock. The widow frowned at the awful smell, then closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the shitty prick. But she knew she would have to suck it; otherwise, the man would never let her stay with him.
With great reluctance, Leslie moved her lips down to the cock's root, deep-throating the big fucker. She couldn't remember the last time her lips had been stretched so wide, nor could she remember ever tasting anything so horrible. But she did what was expected of her, for she needed a place to stay.
Her stretched lips raced up and down the long thick cock shaft, gathering cum and shit juice. She cleaned the prick in no time, and even made it shine. The man's prick veins swelled up from the intense sucking, and his cock started to throb.
"Ohhh!" cried Bob, guiding the widow's sucking mouth. "Do it, bitch! Make my prick burn!"
Sucking noises filled the air as Leslie slobbered over Bob's cock. Her cheeks bulged, receded, then bulged again. She swallowed the cock, spit it out, then swallowed it again. Bob moaned and grunted, and Leslie soon accepted the shitty mess.
She massaged every bump and ridge on the slimy cock shaft, spreading spit and fire. Her hot lips caused the blood to gush through the prick veins, causing the prick to turn red. She wondered how such a fat cock could have ever fucked into her asshole.
Her head bobbed up and down with increasing speed. Her hair flew in all directions, the ends getting smeared with spit and cum. The cock head speared the back of her throat repeatedly. She choked and gasped and moaned as she made the cock burn.
"Wait a minute, slut!" shouted Bob. "I don't want to come just yet. What are you trying to do, anyway, suck my prick off? Here, just lick the fucking thing for a while." Then he showed her he meant business by yanking her head back.
"Ouch!" cried the widow, not understanding Bob at all.
Hell, she was giving him one of her best blow-jobs. What more did he want? Maybe he just wanted to keep his prick hard so he could fuck her pussy the same way he had fucked her asshole. She wondered if he even cared about her at all.
But in spite of what she was thinking, Leslie obediently licked the man's cock. Her long red tongue slithered up and down the immense prick shaft, from the hairy root to the swollen bulb. She lapped noisily, eager to please the man who could provide her a home.
"Ahhh!" moaned Bob, still holding her hair in his fist. "Now that's more like it, you big-titted slut."
Bob reached for her bulging tits and cupped them through her dress. His fingers sank into the hot tit flesh as if it were quicksand, and Leslie cried out sharply. But Bob ordered her to keep licking his cock and to not pay any attention to what he was doing.
She moved her tongue up to his prick head and began to explore the purple bulb. She licked the sloping surface as if it were an ice cream cone. She snaked the tip of her tongue into his flaring piss slit and plucked out a drop of jizz. She circled his cock knob again and again, tantalizing the many nerves.
She soon had him bucking.
As his fingers mashed her tits, Leslie moved her tongue back down his cock and started licking it eagerly. She lapped at the cock so hard it began to sway back and forth. Jolts of heat raced through Bob's loins, and he knew that if he didn't stop the widow soon, he would blow his wad without ever getting a chance to fuck her pussy.
"All right, bitch, that's enough! Roll over and spread your fucking legs! Hurry, my prick is stiff as a board!"
Her mind reeling from the passionate blow-job, Leslie slowly rolled over onto her back, drew her knees up to her shoulders, and reached out for Bob with open arms. However hard he fucked her, she knew her big pussy would be able to take it. Besides, how much longer could he go before coming?
Bob, still playing with her tits, climbed on top of her and used his hips to force her thighs even farther apart. When he was satisfied, he thrust his hips and fucked his prick head into her open cunt-hole. Leslie gasped at the sudden contact, then raised her ass.
"Ohhh!" groaned Bob, and he reached down with both hands and took a firm hold on the widow's ass. "Let's go for a ride, slut."
Holding her ass up off the mattress, Bob fucked his cock balls-deep and speared the deepest region of her cunt hole. Hot cunt flesh gripped his prick shaft, while her stretched cunt lips clung to his cock root. He held his prick deep for some time so he could enjoy the terrific heat.
"Ahhh!" moaned the widow, shaking her head. "Your big cock feels so nice. I could fuck you forever, Bob."
"Is that so, slut? Well, then, let's fuck!"
Bob then sank his nails into her juicy asscheeks and started fucking her pussy. He started off slowly, getting the feel of her slippery cunt. But after a few fuck-strokes that sent shivers up his spine, he began tearing into her cunt with all his might, as if determined to fuck her right through the mattress.
"Ohhh!" howled Leslie as the man fucked her. "Shit, what are you doing? Oh, fuck!"
The man's big prick plowed in and out of her cunt like a piston, jolting the hell out of her pussy walls. She could feel her pussy lips being driven apart, and she could hear wet suction noises emanating from her cock-stuffed cunt hole. Bob was fucking like a madman, and once again she had fears of being split open.
Bob fucked the shit out of the widow. His hard fuck-thrusts shook her whole body and tested the strength of the bed. Giving her all he had, Bob flattened her big tits with his powerful chest. He could feel the heat of her tits right through her dress, and he had no misgivings about not taking the time to remove the garment.
His prick head drove her cunt walls in all directions, and filled them with fire. His balls hammered her stretched cunt lips and the backs of her thighs. His cock root tortured her throbbing clit and made her eyes roll.
After all this time, Bob Ford was finally getting his wish.
Leslie, her dress hiked up above her waist, her stocking-clad legs now wrapped around Bob's back, bucked up to meet his hard-driving cock. She fucked wildly, smashing her groin into his, swallowing up his cock with her pussy and flattening his balls. She wanted to see if he could take it as well as give it.
Bob saw her plan and decided to tame her. He grabbed hold of her thighs and forced her knees all the way back to her tits. Then, towering over her, he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt hole as if he were battering down a thick door. The widow howled but Bob didn't give a damn.
"Shit, bitch! You feel my prick now, don't you? Soon you'll be feeling my cum!" His nails dug into her thighs as he fucked her.
"Iieee! Oh, my sore pussy!" Leslie shook her head back and forth and rolled her eyes crazily as wave after wave of bliss shot through her cunt. In spite of the painful fucking, she was feeling pretty good and figured that it wouldn't be long before her pussy juices spilled over.
Bob was feeling the fire. His cock jerked and throbbed as he fucked the widow's hot cunt. Knowing he was about to come, he slammed his prick as deep as he could and then began to grind his hips against her.
His heavy balls rolled over her cunt lips, rubbing her cunt hairs. His thickly swollen cock forced her cunt walls wide apart. His cock hair scratched her smooth belly.
"Ahhh! Oh, shit, bitch! That's it! I'm going to blow!" Bob then blew his wad deep into Leslie's sore cunt hole, soaking her tender cunt. "Ohhh! Yeesss! Iiieee!"
His cock erupted again and again, filling her gaping pussy with hot jizz. He pumped and bucked, determined to empty his cock inside of her pussy. His mind spun dizzily as he fed the cock to her hungry cunt.
"Ohh! Nooo!" cried Leslie when the man finally collapsed on top of her. "I didn't get a chance to come. You didn't even satisfy me."
She worked her cunt muscles in an effort to milk his shrinking cock but, try as she might, she couldn't bring herself off. All she got for her efforts was a sticky pussy.
Leslie was glad when Bob rolled off her and withdrew his limp prick. She felt cheated in some way. He had fucked her so brutally and yet hadn't made her come, but he had taken care of himself just fine. She had his jizz leaking out of her pussy to prove it.
"Well, well, Leslie," Bob said at last, sitting up in bed and pulling his robe closed. "I finally fucked your ass. I hope I didn't hurt you too much, but I had to make up for lost time. Shit, I really fucked the shit out of you, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. Too bad you couldn't have made me come, too. You left me high and dry. Now my pussy is red and swollen and still horny. And just look at my dress-it's all wrinkled and full of cum. I suppose I'll have to change now."
"Stop complaining, slut. No one forced you to come here. Besides, you'll get plenty of opportunities to have orgasms. I'm sure one of your customers will satisfy you."
"Customers? What customers? What are you talking about?" Her face twisted up the way it always did when she was confused.
"I'm talking about you coming to work for me, bitch. Hell, you need a place to stay, don't you?"
"Yes, but-"
"All right, then. You don't expect to live here for nothing, do you? You're going to work for your room and board. I have half a dozen girls working for me. I'm sure you'll fit in nicely, what with that hot ass of yours. Hell, you ought to be able to taken on at least five customers a night. And at twenty bucks a John you'll more than pay your way."
"Wait a minute," said Leslie, sitting erect on the bed. "Do you mean to tell me that you're a pimpand you expect me to be one of your call girls?"
"Of course, doll, hell, I had to do something when your husband died. I couldn't run the business by myself. Now I'm making good money running girls, and with you in my stable I should make a lot more. Yes, indeed, I'm really glad you showed up here tonight. I can set you up with a John in less than an hour."
"Why, you worthless son of a bitch! You must be out of your fucking mind to think that I would agree to be a call girl. Hell, I only came here because you've been chasing after me all this time. I really thought you cared for me. Now I see that you're just a rotten mother-fucker. I'll find a place to live somewhere else."
"Where? You said yourself that you don't have any money."
"Never mind. I'll find a place. Somewhere far away from you, you bastard. You just used me, you jerk!"
Leslie didn't even bother to change. She just pulled on her panties, straightened out her stockings and dress as best she could, and fled Bob Ford's house. She didn't even look back.
CHAPTER THREE
The tires on Leslie's car screeched as she raced away into the night. She didn't even care if she was arrested for speeding. Nor would she be surprised, the way things were going. With a sore ass and wrinkled clothes, she found a quiet side street on the other side of town and spent the night in her car. At daybreak, she changed into a blue skirt and white blouse.
After a cup of coffee at a local fast food restaurant, she drove to work, deciciding not to let her problems interfere with her work. It was difficult enough to sell shoes without being burdened by a troubled mind. Later this evening would be soon enough to worry about where she would live. She was convinced that everything would work out.
The morning went by quickly, and Leslie was doing just fine. And she would solve her problem herself.
However, she did allow one of her co-workers to treat her to lunch. His name was Tom, and she had known him for over a year. He had always been so shy and timid before, so she was surprised when he offered to take her down to the store's cafeteria for a bite to eat. But since she realized that he was just trying to be nice to her in her time of grief, and since she was very hungry and very poor, she agreed to go with him.
Tom was young and handsome and had a nice build, and his conversation was so refreshing that their lunch hour went by quickly. Leslie couldn't remember when she had enjoyed lunch more, but she realized that Tom was married and, therefore, off limits to her. She had no intention of breaking up a marriage.
"You sold quite a few shoes this morning," he said to her as they returned to the shoe department. "I was wondering if you could spare a few minutes to help me back in the stockroom."
"Oh, sure, I'll be happy to help you. It's the least I can do. I don't think it was fair of Miss Crawford to make you do all that work by yourself, anyway. I swear, she's the meanest supervisor I've ever worked for. She even got mad when I took the day off yesterday to attend my husband's funeral."
"Yes, I know she's mean," said Tom, adjusting his tie. "And it's a shame, because she's not a bad-looking woman. In fact, if she'd just smile a little more, she'd be quite attractive."
Leslie, almost a head taller than Tom, followed the dark-haired young man across the crowded sales floor, past the cashier's desk, and through the narrow doorway that led into the stockroom. The place was like a maze. Dark and dusty aisles wound their way through the multitude of steel shelves, which were piled high with shoe boxes. Two ladders stood against one wall. A table, loaded with damaged shoes and shoes without mates, rested against another wall. A salesman, his arms full, walked past Leslie on his way back out to the sales floor. There seemed to be no one else around.
"I'm working all the way in the back," Tom said, walking ahead. "Just follow me."
Leslie did, but when she reached the last aisle and stopped beside him, she saw no unfinished work. The guy had lied to her .The widow saw no reason at all for her being back here, and she grew confused.
"Hey, what's going on?" she asked. "You don't need any help at all."
"Oh, but I do," he said, and he threw his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him. "I need plenty of help. And you're just the one to help me, Leslie. I've wanted you for so long, but you were married and I didn't want to complicate your life. When I heard that your husband died, I realized that this was my chance to get you. All these months of admiring your lovely body and wanting to tear your clothes off. Now I can finally have my chance."
"Oh, no you can't. What about your wife? What would she say? Hell, I'm not a home-breaker."
"Don't worry about my wife, Leslie. She's sick. She can't fuck. She hasn't been able to fuck in six months. Hell, can you imagine what I've been going through? Please, don't turn me down. I need you so much. I practically worship you. Let me have some pussy-no one will see us back here. C'mon, baby."
"But it isn't right, Tom. You're still a married man."
"Don't say no, baby. Please don't say no."
Tom held the widow tighter, pressing his cock-bulge into her cunt mound. His weight forced her up against a shelf, and his chest flattened her big tits. He kissed her cheeks and lips as he begged for her cunt.
"I shouldn't," said Leslie in a low, not very convincing voice. "It isn't right. Oh, shit, your lips are so hot. Mmmmmm! But we might get caught. Then what? Oh, fuck, your cock-bulge is so hard. Oooooh!"
Leslie knew she would hate herself later, but she felt compelled to surrender to this man. She believed his story about his sick wife, which made her feel sorry for him. She also pitied his small size and realized how difficult it must be for him to get laid. But what really helped make up her mind was the fact that Bob Ford had left her unfulfilled the night before, and now her pussy was quickly warming up to Tom's pressing cock-bulge.
"Are you sure we won't be seen back here?" she asked as Tom lifted her skirt all the way to her waist. "I'm nervous."
"Don't be. This is all out-of-style stock back here. No one will come back to get any of it. There's no need to be nervous. What a pussy! What hips! Mmmmm!"
Leslie couldn't help but smile at Tom's reaction to her body. He probably had never seen one as stacked as hers. With nothing on below her waist but a garter strap and a pair of stockings, she leaned back against the shelf and spread her long slim legs.
Tom was quick to lower his trousers and shorts; then he loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and leaned into her. His stiff prick speared her cunt crack at once and made her shiver, but he reached around her and grabbed hold of her ass to keep her steady.
"Ohhh!" moaned Tom, stepping still closer. "What a pussy! I'm going to fuck your damned brains out!"
Leslie smiled at the young man, whose head only came up to her tits. But in spite of his small body size, he had a very thick cock that was quite capable of stretching her pussy. Anxious to feel his cock, Leslie wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders and pulled him tightly to her bulging tits.
Tom sank his nails into the widow's soft asscheeks as he guided his hard prick into her cunt crack. Leslie pressed her hips forward to make it easier for him, and immediately his cock head slipped inside her pussy. The sensation was so intense both of them gasped aloud.
Tom fucked his cock deeper into the widow's cunt, aware that he was stretching her cunt lips far apart. The slippery cunt lips burned the hell out of his cock shaft while the thick black cunt hairs tickled him. He knew from instinct that he was in for a very hot fuck.
Leslie rolled her eyes as the man's cock fucked deeper and deeper. She worked her cunt muscles against the bumpy cock shaft, but she couldn't slow its progress, nor did she want to. After her frustrating fuck with Bob, she was ready for some red-hot fucking.
When she finally felt the man's balls bang into her stretched cunt lips, she knew she had all of his cock inside her pussy. The fit was nice and tight, just the way she liked it, and she sighed happily, now glad that she had let him have his way.
Tom started fucking his cock in and out of her stretched fuck hole. Holding her ass, he pumped his hips in slow but steady rhythms. His cock head speared her cunt walls from all directions. His cock shaft scraped against her tender cunt nerves. His balls slapped noisily against her cunt lips. Jolts of fire raced through both their loins, and they whimpered softly.
As the man's cock fucked in and out of her pussy hole, Leslie unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bra-covered tits. But the bra was so flimsy that most of her tit meat was bulging above the thin material, and it was upon this pillow of steaming tit flesh that Tom rested his head.
But he was far from sleepy. His thick fingers tightened around her luscious ass, and his fuck-thrusts increased in speed and force. Each time he fucked his big prick into her he drove her ass into the shelf behind her. Leslie groaned and moaned as her joy mounted.
"Ahhh!" she cried, feeling delicious heat in her tit mounds. "Mmmmm! Fuck me, dammit! Make me feel your big prick!"
Tom now knew he had a hot one. He slammed his hips from every direction, driving her cunt walls every which way. He fucked the hell out of her, making her buck and cry out. He tortured her tiny clit until it swelled up and began to throb.
Leslie could only babble incoherently.
Tom sucked on the widow's tit flesh as he fucked her cunt. His lips tugged on her white tit meat in many places, leaving a pattern of red bruises. The throbbing and the swelling in her tits increased, and she could feel spit dripping down her cleavage.
"Ungh!" groaned Tom, smacking his lips and pumping his prick. "You're a real hot bitch! Oh, fuck, widow lady! Fuck you for making my prick burn so!"
Tom fucked his prick deep and began to grind it into her cunt hole. His hips slid round and round, forcing her ass back into the shelf. His cock shaft pummeled her juicy pussy, and his cock hair tortured her smooth belly.
Leslie was breathless. The widow reached down and clutched his hard ass in both hands. Then she guided his rotating hips. At the same time, she began moving her plugged-up pussy in circles, matching his movements exactly. It wasn't long before the friction inside her cunt hole built up to unbearable limits.
Soon her cunt juices began to squish and pop as her cunt grew very wet. Flashes of bliss burst through her head. Her lips quivered, and spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Then her eyes began to dance crazily.
"Ahhh!" she howled, suddenly shaking all over. "Oh, you sweet man! You're making me come!"
Pussy juice exploded inside her pussy as her orgasm swept through her. Spasms rocked her from head to toe. Strange sounds escaped her throat. Her pussy muscles gripped Tom's cock shaft. It was all she could do to keep from falling to the floor.
Tom, his groin soaked, continued to fuck the widow. With her shapely thighs clamped around his waist, he drove his prick in and out of her sloppy fuck tube, jarring her pussy muscles. He fucked into her cunt so violently the whole shelf shook.
"Ungh! Ungh!" grunted Leslie. "Don't you ever get enough? You made me come already. Now make yourself come. Hurry, I want to feel your hot jizz in my pussy." Leslie could already feel her own cum oozing down her inner thighs.
"I don't want to come in your pussy, baby. I want to come in your mouth. When I yank my prick out of you, I want you to drop to your knees and suck my cock. Okay, baby?"
Leslie, her pussy sore and swollen, nodded in agreement. She was so hot she would have agreed to anything.
Tom pulled his cock out as quick as he could, and a loud plop followed. Then he released the widow's ass so she could fall to her knees. His prick was long and fat and red and wet, and it jutted out only inches from her mouth.
Leslie, her pussy muscles still quivering, leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the man's dripping cock head. She had tasted her own pussy juices before, plenty of times, but this was the first time she had tasted Tom's cock and she was excited. She was so excited she completely forgot where they were.
Her tongue slithered round and round the red cock knob, gathering pussy juice and pre-cum. She gulped the slimy mess down and then reached out for more. This time her tongue glided up and down the sloping top of the prick head.
"Ohhh!" moaned Tom, and he reached down and caressed her pretty face. "That feels good, baby. Keep up the good work."
Leslie opened her mouth and engulfed the fat cock head next. Clamping her lips down on the flaring rim, she sucked on the cock tip and drew out a few drops of pre-cum.
She smacked loudly on the fat cock head, cleaning it of all fuck juices. Her hot sucking jolted the many nerves on the rim, and soon Tom was teetering. The aisle was filled with lewd sucking noises and loud moans and whimpers.
When she had sucked his cock clean, Leslie worked her greedy lips farther down the thick cock shaft. She swallowed the prick, inch by inch, and soon her cheeks were bulging.
"Aaagh!" moaned Tom, now holding the widow's hair in his fists. "Eat my prick, you bitch! Make it disappear!"
Leslie kept sucking in more of the man's cock. She had to breathe through her nose to keep from suffocating. When she finally had it all, her lips were stretched to their limits, while her nose was buried in the man's thick black cock hair.
"Ahhh! That's more like it! I love it, bitch!" Tom held her head in place as he leaned forward and fucked her mouth.
She groaned and slobbered the whole time the cock was inside her mouth. The taste and the smell weren't too bad; it was only the gagging that was killing her.
"All right, baby," he told her, relaxing his grip on her hair. "Now suck on my prick! Go on, move your sweet lips!"
Obediently, with her knees resting on the cold concrete floor and with her skirt now covering her pussy once again, Leslie moved her sucking lips up and down the swollen cock shaft. She swallowed all of the remaining fuck juices, sending them to her belly. Then she began to make the blood flow through his cock veins.
She sucked eagerly, her clinging lips massaging the prick's many bumps and ridges. Spit soon replaced the fuck juices, and the prick grew redder and shinier.
The man's cock started to throb between her lips. She knew his cum-load was ready to blow so she started sucking faster, hoping for a mouthful of hot cum. As she sucked, she reached up and fondled the man's heavy balls.
Her head bobbed back and forth so furiously that her hair flew in all directions, like streamers blowing in the wind. Lewd sucking noises emanated from her mouth. Spit dripped from the corners of her mouth. Bushy cock hair tickled her mouth. She thoroughly enjoyed each stroke.
While her lips burned his cock shaft and while her fingers toyed with his balls, Tom reached down and grabbed two handfuls of tit meat. He didn't care that she still had on her bra, for the heat was so great he didn't even notice the flimsy garment. He just squeezed hard on the throbbing, swollen mounds until tit meat began to ooze between his fingers.
"Ungh!" grunted Leslie, her mouth stuffed with hot prick.
Cock hair delved into her nostrils repeatedly as she made the cock shaft disappear again and again. More spit escaped her tightly sealed lips, and soon her face was sopping wet. But she didn't mind any of it because she could feel the increase in throbbing and she knew what that meant.
"Ohhh!" cried Tom, his face sweaty, his body teetering. "I'm on fire! You're burning the shit out of my cock! Eeeee!"
Tom quickly reached up and seized the back of Leslie's head with both hands, pinning her lips tightly against his balls. Then he began slamming his hips forward, fucking his cock head into the back of her throat. Leslie grunted and gulped, and he moaned and groaned.
The man's fat cock burned the roof of her mouth, as well as her tongue and cheeks. She knew it was going to blow, and she knew she was going to have to swallow the thick jizz or drown. The man's tight grip on her head would leave her no other choice.
"Ahhh!" cried Tom, his prick out of sight. "I can't hold back any longer! Take it, bitch! Swallow my jizz!"
Tom slammed his hips forward one more time, jarring the widow's head, then he blew his wad against the back of her throat. His cum shot forth in thick spurts. He kept a firm grip on the back of her head the whole time so she would be forced to swallow the cum.
"Ohhh!" he groaned, leaning into her.
His balls rested against her lips and chin, while his cock shaft bucked and jerked inside her mouth. The cum continued to flow, and the widow's throat muscles continued to work furiously.
Leslie sucked and swallowed cum willingly until the cock finally stopped spurting. But since Tom maintained his firm grip on her head, she went ahead and milked his shrinking cock dry. Lewd sucking noises filled the air around them as she gulped down the last of his cum.
When there was no more cum to eat, Tom released her and stepped away. His limp cock slipped out of her sticky mouth like a snake crawling out of its hole, and he was amazed to see how red his prick was.
"Oh, poor baby," said Leslie, seeing his cock. "Did I do that? Here, let me lick your prick to make it better."
"No. I've had enough of your mouth. My prick just needs some rest now, that's all. Maybe we should get back out on the selling floor before we're missed."
"Good idea. My mouth is sore anyway." Leslie stood up and turned around to gather her panties off the floor. When she bent over, Tom got a good view of her sexy white ass beneath her skirt. "This was really fun," she said. "I'd like to do it again sometime."
"You know," he said, still eyeing her deep ass-crack, "maybe I was a bit hasty. It's not that late. Why don't you let me rest my prick in your ass-crack for a while? I'm sure that'll make it better."
"All right, if you really want to. I don't suppose there's any danger. I mean, your cock is too limp to do my asshole any damage. Here, I'll spread my asscheeks for you, and you just shove your little cock in there."
Leslie, standing straight and tall with her back to Tom, reached down and spread her asscheeks. Her deep ass crevice opened wide to reveal her puckered asshole. The little brown ring of ass meat was like the bulls-eye on a target, and Tom aimed his cock for it as he stepped up close to her.
He had to hike her skirt up higher on her hips so he could reach the target, but once he did that, his soft cock fit into her hot asscrack perfectly. When the prick was resting against her asshole, she released her asscheeks and let them slam shut on his limp cock, like a bun on a hot dog.
"Mmmmm!" she said in a soft voice. "That feels so nice. Your soft cock can have a home in there for as long as it wants."
"Ahhh! Yes, that does feel a lot better. Your ass heat is just what my sore prick needs. Hell, even my balls are enjoying your ass." Then he started rubbing her asscheeks and hips.
It was while Leslie was enjoying the man's warm cock and light caresses that she noticed a shadow on the floor. The shadow grew larger and larger, and Leslie turned her head just in time to see Miss Crawford step from behind a shelf. The supervisor, all business in her blue suit and thick black eyeglasses, wore a frown that said more than any words could.
"Oh, shit!" shouted Leslie. "We've been caught!" Shaking with fear, the widow wriggled her ass until Tom's cock popped out. Then she pulled down her skirt to hide her nakedness.
"Miss Crawford!" gasped Tom, looking back over his shoulder. "Oh, hell! I'm-I'm sorry. I-I don't know what to say." He quickly pulled up his shorts and trousers, then fastened his shirt and straightened his tie. When he was decent, he turned to face his supervisor. "Miss Crawford, I hope you won't let a little thing like this upset you too much. Leslie and I were just having a little fun, that's all. It wasn't any big deal."
"Having a little fun, you say? On company time?" The dark-haired woman wasn't smiling. In fact, the look she gave Leslie could have killed. "Look, Tom, I like you an awful lot. You've always been one of my best employees. The one person I thought I could trust. And now I catch you making whoopee with the merry widow. Hell, what does she have that I don't have?"
"Why, nothing," said Tom, confused. "You're-you're an attractive woman, Miss Crawford. Really, you are."
"Then get down here and eat my pussy, if you think I'm attractive. C'mon, lover boy, eat my pussy or go work someplace else." The supervisor then propped one foot up on the shelf and raised her skirt high. She was wearing no panties. "Hurry, Tom, my pussy is hot for your lips. Get down on your knees and eat me. Leslie, you keep your ass right where you are. I want you to watch Tom eat me."
Leslie watched in amazement as Tom dropped to his knees in front of the supervisor. The woman's bushy cunt mound was soon covered by the man's mouth, and a loud squeal escaped her throat. Leslie was embarrassed by the whole affair, but she didn't dare leave.
Tom ran his tongue up and down the supervisor's cunt lips, tantalizing her sensitive cunt meat and dampening her thick cunt hairs. The strong aroma of pussy filled his nostrils, and the many pussy hairs tickled his nose. But he found the woman's cunt as pleasurable as he had found the widow's, and he wasn't about to get fired for turning the hot supervisor down.
His tongue became bolder and soon began exploring Miss Crawford's narrow cunt crack. It was all the woman could do to keep her balance.
"Eeeee!" squealed Miss Crawford. "Oh, shit! What a tongue!"
The horny supervisor reached down with both hands, seized her thick cunt lips and spread them apart, opening the door for Tom's long red tongue. When his tongue slipped into the pink, blue-veined pussy gash, she nearly hit the ceiling. Leslie was sure the woman was going to faint.
"Ahhh!" cried Miss Crawford. "Eat meeeee! I haven't had it in so long! Oh, I'm so horny!"
As Miss Crawford thrust her open cunt against Tom's face, the man reached up and used his tongue to scrape the juicy sides of her pussy gash. Pussy juice ran down into his mouth, while jolts of fire raced up into her fuck hole.
Tom licked the hell out of her tender cunt flesh, each stroke of his tongue causing more hot blood to gush through her pussy veins. Soon her pussy was red and swollen and very hot. But it was obvious the woman was not yet satisfied.
With pussy heat blasting his face, Tom fucked his tongue up into the supervisor's pussy tube and reached as deep as he could. He stretched her cunt walls out of shape, jolted more tender nerves, and lapped up more pussy juice. Miss Crawford caressed his hair and at the same time spread her legs wider.
"Ahhh!" she moaned, throwing her head back. "That's the way, Tom. Make your supervisor happy. Ream my fuck hole!"
Tom tried to do just that. He worked his tongue round and round the woman's gaping pussy hole. Each of her squeals and bucks brought a smile to his lips and made him want to lick harder.
When he did lick harder, pussy juice flowed down his tongue like a river, and he had to gulp madly to keep from choking. The supervisor probably hadn't had a man in years, so he knew his work was cut out for him.
As his tongue raced around in circles, Miss Crawford pumped her cunt muscles hungrily. The resulting friction almost blew her mind, and she cried out for mercy, unable to take the intense fire. Leslie could see that the woman was near an orgasm.
"Ungh!" grunted Miss Crawford. She shook her head back and forth and licked her lips. One hand fumbled with her skirt, and the other caressed Tom's hair. "I can't believe what's happening to me! I feel crazy! Oh, fuuuuck!"
The supervisor began drooling and babbling deliriously. Her blue eyes rolled. Her breathing became very erratic and very loud. Suddenly she began screaming.
"Ahhh! I can't take any more! Oh, shit! Tom, honey, you're making me crazy! I'm coming! Ohhh!"
Tom held her ass tightly as he opened his mouth and gulped down her flooding pussy juices. He could feel her body shaking violently, and he could feel her pussy muscles contracting again and again. But he kept his lips sealed around her fuck hole and ate her cunt thoroughly. The noises he made were disgusting.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned at last, her pussy still twitching. "Oh, shit, that was good. I loved every bit of it. You're so sweet, Tom. I'm going to promote you. From now on you're my assistant. You'll share my office with me so we can be together all the time. I have a lot of fucking to catch up on."
"May I go back to work now?" asked Leslie, sighing in relief.
"Hell no, bitch! You're fired! Now get out and leave us alone!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Leslie was near tears as she pulled out of the parking lot and merged into traffic. She couldn't believe that Miss Crawford had promoted Tom and fired her. Hell, Tom was really responsible for what had happened, not her. The bitch just wanted Tom for herself, thought Leslie.
The widow drove to the bank and cashed the last paycheck she would ever receive from her employer. Then she withdrew what was left of her savings. All together she had one hundred dollars, and she figured that would at least keep her in gasoline and food for a few days-until she could get another job.
But where to stay? She didn't want to risk sleeping in her car another night. Too fucking dangerous! No telling who might see her in there all alone and decide to take advantage of the situation. She had enough troubles; she didn't need to be raped, too.
No, she had to have a place to stay. And the only places she could now afford were the flophouses on the other side of town. As she drove across town, Leslie couldn't help but feel bitter about the path her life had been taking during the last twenty-four hours. Losing her apartment had been bad enough, but then to be fired from her job as well! Shit, she deserved better than that. A lot better!
The flophouses were located in a sleazy neighborhood. Two were for men only; the other, for women only. That suited Leslie just fine. She found a parking space just outside the building. Then, carrying her two suitcases and her purse, she went inside to register.
From the second she entered the building, it was obvious to her that the owners used none of the money they brought in to keep up appearances. What little paint there was faded or peeling. The stairway that led up to the sleeping quarters was about ready to collapse. Leslie crossed her fingers as she climbed it. The walls and the ceiling were cracked in many places. The floor upstairs was filthy and scratched and stained with old wax. A graying old lady snapped up Leslie's two dollars, and the widow quickly found a place among the half-dozen other women who called this rat's nest home.
Her bed was nearest the far wall, and she wasted no time in setting down her luggage and examining the sheets. Everything looked clean enough there, unlike the house itself, and so she decided that, for now, this would be her home.
Two women soon joined her. One was a tall big-bodied blonde, with long straight hair, blue eyes, and a smooth young face. The dress she was wearing was short and tight, barely containing the woman's shapely thighs and big tits. Everything jiggled when she sat down beside Leslie. The other woman was a little redhead. Her hair was long and bushy, her face thin, her green eyes like saucers. The cut-off jeans and tee shirt she wore showed a nice ass, lovely thighs, a slim waist, and plump tits. It was the redhead who spoke first.
"Hey, neighbor-welcome to the penthouse. My name's Dolly and this is Becky. Just thought we'd come over and get acquainted. Planning on staying long?"
"I'm not sure," said Leslie, returning their smiles. "I'm sort of down on my luck right now, and I have no other place to go. But I hope I can get my life straightened out and be out of here before long. Until then, I suppose I'll have to make the best of it."
"Don't we all," said Becky. "What's your name, hon?"
"Leslie, Leslie Duncan."
"Is that Miss or Mrs.? "
"Well, it's Mrs., but I'm no longer married. You see, my husband died last week and I buried him yesterday."
"I'd like to bury mine," said Becky. "The son of a bitch threw me out of the house a few days ago, and I had no other choice but to come here. I tell you, it's a real bummer."
"I left my husband," said Dolly. "The bastard started getting real kinky so I just moved out. And here is where I ended up."
"Kinky?" asked Leslie. "What do you mean?"
"Well, if you're really interested, I'll tell you."
"Please do," said Leslie. "There's nothing else to do around here but talk. Go on, I'm all ears."
"Oh, there are a few other things to do besides talk," said Dolly, and she and Becky exchanged sly grins. "But since we just met, I guess we should talk. That's the best way to become acquainted, I suppose." Then she said: "Well, let's see now, I'll start from the beginning. The first two years of my marriage were pretty good. But about a year ago my husband started taking me to strange parties every weekend. I never knew any of the people there. I don't even think he knew any of them. I believe he just answered some ad in the back of a magazine. Anyway, every Saturday night we would wind up at some stranger's house, always a different house. But what happened inside was always the same. First the drinks and the loud music. Then the undressing. And before I knew it, everyone was stark naked-and fucking like crazy."
"That must have been pretty weird," said Leslie.
"Damn right, it was," said Dolly. "The first two parties I attended, I didn't do anything. I just sat in a corner and watched. But Jerry, my husband, was eager as hell. He'd go around all night, fucking his cock into everything in sight. I resented it, of course, but he just accused me of not wanting to have fun. I guess he made me feel guilty or something, because the very next weekend I joined in the activities. And believe me, it was one of the most memorable nights I've ever had."
"What happened to you?" asked Leslie, becoming impatient.
"Just about everything," answered Dolly, placing one hand on Leslie's knee and drawing closer to the widow. "Five of the men there stripped off my clothes and then took turns fucking the hell out of me. They fucked me from every position, and they fucked me in every hole I own. Sometimes I had three of them fucking me at the same time. Let me tell you, it's hard to do anything when you've got a cock in your cunt, your asshole, and your mouth at the same time."
, "Sounds like fun to me," said Becky, smiling.
"It would," said Dolly. "But that's not what upset me so much. What really made me leave my husband was what happened during the week following that party. My husband apparently became so aroused by watching those five men fuck the shit out of me that he decided to let the same thing happen every night, just so he could watch. Do you know that he made arrangements for the delivery boy, the television repairman, the plumber, the newsboy, the postman, and about a dozen others to come over and fuck me? Sometimes he would tie me to the bed and allow some big-cocked stud to ravage me for an hour or more. Well, enough was enough! One day I just got tired of always waking up with a sore pussy, so I packed my bags and left the bastard. And here I am."
"That was wrong," said Leslie. "What happened to me was awful, but not as awful as what happened to you."
"And probably not as awful as what happened to me, either." Becky was now ready to tell her story. Sitting on the other side of Leslie, she also placed her hand on the widow's knee and then snuggled closer. "Like I said, the son of a bitch threw me out of the house a few days ago. I didn't even have a chance to pack my clothes or anything. All I've got in the world is what I'm wearing. I don't even have the money to get to my friend's house upstate. If I could only get there, I'd be all right. She has a job waiting for me. A spare room, too."
"Well, I have some clothes in my bags," said Leslie. "I'll be glad to give you something to wear.
I'm a little thinner than you are, but you should be able to squeeze into one of my dresses. But tell me, why did your husband throw you out?"
"Because I love to fuck, that's why. Whenever he was at work or at night school, I'd cheat on him. I fucked the whole neighborhood. Every man on our block knew the color of my pussy hair. Even their teenaged sons couldn't wait to get home from school and fuck me. And believe it or not, there were one or two housewives who couldn't wait until their husbands went off to work, so they could sneak over and share my bed. I'm telling you, not a day went by when my cunt wasn't stuffed with either a hot cock or a long fat tongue."
"So what happened?" asked Leslie. "Did your husband find out what you were doing? Is that why he threw you out?"
"He found out what I was doing, but that's not why he threw me out. He came home early one day and caught me in bed with the neighbors' son. After tossing the kid out, he told me that since I was going to fuck other people, I might as well fuck someone who could do him some good. So he ordered me to fuck his boss, hoping his boss would thank him by promoting him. Well, I told my husband that I wasn't going to fuck an ugly old man. I told him that I choose my own partners. That's when he got mad and threw me out. Boy, was he mad!"
"That's a shame," said Leslie. "And now you're stuck here with no money and no clothes.
I'm so sorry...let me tell you how I ended up here."
Leslie went on to tell the two women how she was evicted from her apartment, double-crossed by Bob Ford, and then fired from her job, all within twenty-four hours. When her story was finished, she suddenly realized that she and Dolly and Becky shared a common bond.
The three laughed and joked and told each other stories for the rest of the evening. The few other women in the room formed their own groups, and did not try to mingle with Leslie and her two new friends. By the time the lights went out, Leslie and Dolly and Becky were well acquainted with one another.
"I guess it's time to hit the sack," said Leslie. "We can talk some more tomorrow." The widow then began to unbutton her blouse, intending to wear her nightie to bed.
"Why wait until tomorrow?" asked Dolly. "This bed is large enough for the three of us. We can all just snuggle up together and be nice and cozy. Won't that be fun, Leslie?"
"Here," said Becky, reaching for the widow's buttons. "Let me do that for you. Mmmmm! You know, your tits are bigger than any I've ever seen -except my own, of course. Not even the housewives I used to fuck had tits like these."
Becky removed Leslie's blouse and then hung it across the bedpost. Leslie did not know what to say; only the darkness kept her from becoming extremely self-conscious.
"I'll remove your bra for you," said Dolly. "Sometimes those snaps can be hard to reach. Just hold still, dear, and we'll have you naked in no time, and then we can all snuggle up together in this warm bed. You know, I'm really glad we met you."
Leslie didn't know why she didn't protest. Perhaps it was because she was feeling so depressed. Perhaps she liked the attention they were showing her. Whatever the reason, Leslie just sat on the edge of the bed and allowed Becky and Dolly to strip her naked.
"Mmmmm!" said Becky, falling to her knees. "Now for your panties. You have such nice thighs and hips. Black panties and stockings really do you justice." The big blonde yanked them all off, even the widow's garter belt. Soon the only things Leslie had on her body were the women's hands.
"She's a real beauty," said Dolly. "I'd love to rub cunts with her. Oh, boy, would I."
"Well, let's get naked too," said Becky. "Then maybe she'll let us. She looks like she needs a little cheering up."
Leslie sat there in the darkness and watched the women undress in front of her. Not since her high school gym class had she seen another woman strip down. It was a strange sight, but one which fascinated her.
When the two were naked, Leslie couldn't help but stare at their big tits, narrow waists, and luscious hips and asses. She had to admit that she was sexually attracted to them. In fact, it was her idea to lie between them.
"I just have to taste those tits," said Becky, and she lowered her head and engulfed one rubbery nip.
"Lie still," said Dolly. "I'll suck your other tit and make you feel simply wonderful. I guarantee you, this will be one night you'll not soon forget."
Leslie lay on her back while Becky and Dolly sucked her tits. She stroked their cheeks and hair as they tugged gently on her brown nipples. Delightful sensations raced through her upper body, and she soon found herself whimpering.
Becky's puckered lips smacked softly around the hot nip. Spit trickled from the corners of the woman's mouth and dripped down the sloping tit mound. Becky behaved like a thirsty child, and her eagerness made the widow squirm.
While the blonde sucked on Leslie's nip, she caressed the widow's flat belly and shapely thighs. Her deft fingers roamed at will, pinching and squeezing and fondling the soft titflesh. She was obviously fascinated by Leslie's body.
Dolly, too, was hot for the sexy widow. She moved her lips all over Leslie's left tit mound, kissing the warm tit meat. She made Leslie gasp and jerk as she spread warm spit over the brunette's big tit.
The little redhead had one shapely leg crossed over the widow's left leg, and she began rubbing her red-haired cunt up and down Leslie's thigh. Leslie wasn't sure which was nicer, the woman's lips or the woman's hairy pussy. Both were soft and sweet, and both made her flesh tingle.
Soon Leslie felt a hand on her tit. Becky had moved her hand up from her belly to play with her tit. The blonde pinched the fat mound of tit meat between her fingers, all the time sucking on the throbbing tip. It was almost more than Leslie could stand.
Becky squeezed the tit in her fist so as to make the nip protrude even farther. Holding the tit, she sucked hard and fast on the swollen nipple, hard enough to make Leslie moan. Becky knew she was turning the widow on, so she sucked even harder.
Dolly, hearing her friend's passionate sucks, was not to be outdone. The little redhead began biting the widow's tit, as if sampling the tit's flavor. Her mouth moved round and round the tit mound, seizing and nibbling on the hot flesh. She sank her teeth into the tit meat until Leslie cried out; then she released that portion and moved to another place, repeating the process. She soon covered the widow's tit with tiny red bruises and gobs of spit.
"Ohhh!" moaned Leslie, her ass bouncing up and down on the hard mattress. "You two are driving me crazy. Oh, wow! I don't believe this! Your teeth are so sharp, and so are your fingernails."
"Let's really give her something to scream about," Dolly said to Becky. "Let's eat out her pussy. I'm just dying to taste that big juicy fuck slit."
"All right," said the big blonde. "I'll give you a helping tongue. Between the two of us, we ought to really make her jump."
Leslie watched as the two women crawled down to her cunt, pushed her legs wide apart, and then, while on their knees, lowered their heads to her open pussy hole. Dolly's was the first tongue to slither up her tender pussy lips, and she bucked up immediately. Then Becky's tongue joined in, and Leslie soon felt two tongues sliding up and down her cunt mound.
"Eeeee!" squealed the widow, moving her ass all around. "Oh, fuck! Lick me, you bitches!"
Dolly parted Leslie's pussy hair as she tasted the brunette's hot cunt meat. Her tongue delved boldly, covering the cunt lips in rapid strokes.
Becky did her share to make the widow squeal. Her long red tongue slithered here and there, soaking the cunt hairs and tantalizing the sensitive cunt meat. She often licked Dolly's tongue in her search for pussy, and between them, they made Leslie's pussy sopping wet.
"Shiiyyiit! Oh, you two pussy-eaters are wonderful! I'm going out of my mind!"
Leslie drew her knees back to her tits in an effort to give the women more room to lick. She knew it was crowded down there, but if the women wanted to lick her pussy at the same time, she sure as hell wasn't going to stop them. r
She writhed seductively, her ass making the cheap springs creak. She was aware of other springs creaking on the other side of the room, and she wondered if they were having as much fun as she was.
Leslie reached down and caressed the women's faces as they licked her pussy. She watched their determined strokes, their heads moving this way and that, their asses jutting up behind them. It was all so unreal, just like everything else that had happened to her lately. Any moment now, she expected to wake up from this dream.
With the widow's pussy so completely vulnerable, Dolly and Becky explored it at will. They knocked the big pussy lips every which way with their flicking tongues. Hot blood began to flow through the pussy's veins, and the cunt meat began to swell.
Dolly took time to torture Leslie's little clit. She rolled the fuck knob around in circles. She knocked it up and down. She covered the clit with her spit. Soon it began to throb, and Leslie went out of her mind.
"Iiieeee!" she screamed, flailing her long slim legs. "You sweet-lickin' bitch! Aaaaagh!"
While Dolly kept up her exquisite torture, Becky snaked her tongue inside Leslie's damp pussy crack. Her tongue's thickness forced the hairy cunt lips apart, giving her plenty of room to lick. She wasted no time, either, her tongue lapping up the pussy juices that coated both sides of the cunt crack.
Dolly, not wanting the clit to explode, abandoned the fiery fuck button and joined her friend licking Leslie's pussy crack. Her tongue rolled over Becky's in her haste to devour some pussy juice. She jolted the tender pussy lips with rapid strokes. The blood flowed faster. The membranes turned red. The throbbing intensified. She could barely stand the heat.
But the horny little redhead was not about to get out of the pussy crack, heat or no heat. She licked long and hard, cleaning the deep red gash of pussy juice and depositing her spit. In her eagerness, she filled the air with lewd lapping noises.
Becky, kneeling cheek to cheek with Dolly, let the redhead have the widow's pussy crack; she went for the gaping fuck hole. Her tongue slithered inside, like a worm entering its hole, and she was immediately blasted with intense pussy heat.
"Ohhh!" cried Leslie, jumping up. "Eeeee! My pussy!"
The widow gasped as the big blonde twisted her head this way and that in an effort to taste every square inch of the pussy hole. Bursts of hot breath burned Leslie's delicate pussy flesh. Hot tongues jolted her nerve endings. Deft fingers massaged her soft inner thighs. And silky strands of hair brushed against her smooth groin and belly, racking her senses.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, shaking her head and bouncing her ass. "Oh, sweet mother-fucker! Eat my pussy, you bitches! I love it!"
The bed creaked loudly as Becky and Dolly both worked their tongues up and down Leslie's big pussy hole. Leslie had never known anything so wonderful. One tongue had always blown her mind; now she had two and it was impossible for her to keep her ass still.
Slurping sounds and sharp squeals filled the air. Becky and Dolly licked hungrily, each apparently trying to outdo the other. They fucked their tongues into every part of Leslie's cunt hole, stretching her cunt walls out of shape and igniting her pussy. They competed for the pussy juices that dripped down the fuck tube, each determined to get her share. They forced the cunt lips far apart and caused the swollen clit to burn. Their double licking made Leslie's pussy juices flow freely.
"Ahhh!" cried the widow, her eyes dancing crazily. "I can't take much more! I'm dying! Oh, shit!"
With pussy hairs delving into their nostrils and pussy meat engulfing their mouths, the two women licked the shit out of the tall slim brunette. They knew her swollen pussy was ready to blow, and they eagerly awaited her slick cunt cream.
Leslie shivered from head to toe as the tongues fucked her cunt repeatedly. The longer the women licked, the hotter she got. It wasn't long before she started losing control.
Her eyes rolled. Her lips quivered. Spit dribbled down her chin. Spasms overtook her and she jerked and bucked uncontrollably. She knew she was going to come.
"Ahhh!" she cried, pumping her cunt muscles around the two fucking tongues. "That's all she wrote, gals! I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Yeesssss!" She then bucked up and flooded the two women with hot cunt cream.
Becky and Dolly again competed for the widow's flowing cunt juices. They slurped and lapped and slurped some more, cleaning out her pussy. Their throat muscles worked feverishly. Their lips smacked and slobbered lewdly. Their hands kept the widow under control. In a short time their thirst was satisfied, and they slowly lifted their dripping faces.
"Wow!" said Dolly, licking her lips. "That was fantastic! I haven't sucked a pussy like that in a long time."
"What about mine?" asked Becky, jokingly. Then she said: "You were great, Leslie. Just great. Now how are you at fucking?"
"I don't know," said Leslie, still breathing heavily. "I've never fucked another woman before."
"Well, there's a first time for everything," said Becky, and the big-titted blonde threw herself on top of Leslie and mashed the brunette into the mattress.
"Ungh!" grunted the widow as she threw her arms around the blonde's shoulders. "Wow! You're so hot you're burning my cunt and tits! I love it-go on and fuck the hell out of me."
Becky grinned as she took hold of the widow's hips and began moving into position. She pressed her yellow-haired cunt right up against Leslie's black-haired cunt, and the contact made them both shiver. Then Becky started thrusting her hips, gently at first, in an effort to create a friction between their pussies. Dolly just sat back and watched.
"Eeeee!" squealed Leslie, and she spread her legs wide. "Ohhh! I feel your pussy rubbing against mine. It's fantastic!"
Becky sank her teeth into the widow's shoulder and continued to move her big hips this way and that. She caused their cunt hairs to intermingle. She forced Leslie's cunt lips apart. Her thick cunt hairs even scratched the widow's inner thighs. It was obvious to Leslie that hers wasn't the first cunt Becky had fucked.
Becky worked her pussy up and down Leslie's drooling pussy, spreading pussy juice along both cunts. The blonde's ass rose and fell between Leslie's spread thighs. Her huge tits flattened Leslie's and made Leslie's tits burn. Her long yellow hair fell down and caressed Leslie's soft face. Completely overpowered, the widow just hung on and enjoyed the fucking.
"Ahhh!" cried Leslie, shaking her head hard. "Your hot pussy is almost as nice as a cock. Fuck me, dammit, fuck me!"
Leslie reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Becky's firm ass, holding the asscheeks tightly as they bounced up and down. Then the widow began thrusting up into the blonde, meeting Becky's fuck-thrusts. Their hips and groins slapped together noisily, and their wet cunts hammered one another brutally. Leslie couldn't believe the bliss she was feeling.
"Shiiyyiit!" howled Becky, sinking her nails deeper into Leslie's soft hips. "You're learning fast, sweetie. Oh, yeah!"
Beads of sweat formed on their bodies as the two women slid and bounced against one another. Greasy slime formed between their pussies.
"Ohhh!" grunted Leslie, her hair in tangles beneath her. "I'm on fire! Oh, my pussy! My pussy!"
"Ungh!" grunted Becky, drooling. "You're a hot bitch, Leslie! A real hot bitch! I'm going to wear your ass out!"
Becky started humping with all her strength. She drove Leslie into the mattress repeatedly. She made the widow's pussy swell and throb. She almost knocked the breath out of the woman.
Leslie clawed the blonde's wildly humping ass as she bucked up into the big woman. Her sore pussy dealt as much punishment as it received, and soon she could feel Becky's cunt throbbing. As the fire raged down below, she cried and whimpered for relief.
But it wasn't only her pussy that was burning. Leslie's big tits, now flat as pancakes, throbbed from the fiery friction of Becky's bouncing tits. Her nipples were jolted again and again. Her fleshy tit mounds were scraped and jarred and knocked about. Her tits were forced together, pushed apart, and twisted in every way, and she was powerless to do anything about it.
"I don't know how much more I can take!" cried Leslie, her head spinning. "You're really doing a job on me! Oh, fuuuuck!"
"It won't be long, baby," said Becky, gasping loudly. "I'm about ready to blow, too. My pussy juices are boiling."
Becky slammed her pussy into the widow's pussy as hard as she could. Sweat flew from both their bodies on impact. Asses jiggled. Tits bounced. Thighs quivered. Leslie had never been fucked so intensely in her life.
"Ahhh!" cried the widow, her voice shaky. "That's all! I'm-I'm coming! I'm coming! Ohhhh!"
Gripped in orgasmic spasms, Leslie shook from head to toe. She held the blonde tightly as wave after wave of hot bliss swept through her. She drooled and grunted and gasped for air; then finally her pussy cream erupted and flooded the other woman's sweaty cunt lips.
"Oh, fuck!" howled Becky as the widow's hot pussy cream raised her own temperature. "You're making me come now! Oh, yes! I feel it! I feel it! Ahhhhh! I'm coming!"
The blonde humped furiously and flooded the widow's groin with fuck juices. Her big body shook spasmodically. Her eyes rolled crazily. Her lips quivered and her nostrils flared. When she finally collapsed, she was breathless.
"What a fuck," said Dolly. "You two look like a couple of greased pigs. I've never seen so much sweat and fuck juice in my life-not even from those five men who fucked me that night. Hell, what a couple of hot bitches!"
"Well, now it's your turn to get greasy," said Becky, rolling off the widow's limp body. "Go on, fuck this bitch! She's ready for another cunt. Just look at her. She's never had it so good."
Leslie lay on her back, her arms and her legs outstretched. Her tangled hair was spread out beneath her head. Her tits, red and swollen, rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her pussy, also red and swollen, quivered between her legs as a thin stream of cunt juice oozed from her open pussy crack. She just stared up at the ceiling, enjoying the delightful bliss.
"Hell," said Dolly. "You did too good a job on her. She's all,fucked out. I think I'll just sit on her face and let her eat my little pussy."
Dolly grinned as she straddled Leslie's face, making sure to fit her pussy snugly against the widow's open mouth. With her knees resting on either side of Leslie's head, she began moving her pussy up and down and from side to side in an effort to get Leslie to lick her cunt slit.
"Come on," she said, rubbing her own tits.
"Lick my cunt. Let me feel that tongue of yours."
Leslie came to her senses as the smell of hot pussy grew stronger. She looked up at the woman's red pussy hair and at her thin pussy lips and at her creamy inner thighs, and she remembered watching Tom eat out Miss Crawford. She decided now was a good time to find out for herself what a pussy tasted like.
Leslie reached up and grabbed the little redhead's asscheeks in order to hold her steady. Then she lifted her head, thrust out her tongue, and speared the woman's pussy crack.
"Eeeee!" squealed Dolly, and she tried to jump up into the air. "Oooooh! What a hot tongue! Mmmmm!"
Leslie kept the woman still as she fucked deep with her tongue and tasted all of the woman's pussy crack. Her tongue raced up one side and down the other side, gathering pussy juice and setting fire to the juicy cunt flesh. Intense heat blasted Leslie's face, while red pussy hairs tickled her nose.
Pussy juice flowed into the widow's mouth, and she gulped it down hungrily. The taste wasn't too bad, she decided, and so she continued licking the hot cunt crack, loving the way she made Dolly howl.
Jolts of pleasure shot through the redhead's pussy, and she rubbed her tits harder in her effort to cope with the mind-blowing sensations. She was already hot from watching her friend fuck the widow; now she was getting even hotter.
Leslie licked the deep pussy gash clean then licked up into the woman's fuck hole and started exploring that, too. Her tongue stretched Dolly's pussy walls out of shape as it fucked deeper and deeper. Leslie soon found her tongue engulfed in hot pussy.
The tip of Leslie's tongue speared the deepest regions of the redhead's cunt hole, while the root jolted the hell out of the woman's tiny clit and forced her cunt lips far apart. Dolly rolled her eyes and gasped as the friction filled her cunt with intense heat.
"Ahhh!" Dolly moaned, moving her head and her tits in circles. "I'm on fire! I can't take much more of your tongue!"
Leslie, after lapping up more pussy juice from the slippery cunt hole, started tongue-fucking the woman. She fucked her tongue in and out of the narrow pussy tube, driving the pussy walls this way and that. She tortured the throbbing clit, tantalized the many nerves, and jarred the woman's senses.
"Eeeee!" squealed Dolly, bouncing up and down. "Yeesss! I love it, you pussy-eating bitch! Don't ever stop!"
With Dolly's tits and asscheeks bouncing seductively above her, Leslie did her best to please the woman. She started reaming the redhead's cunt, her tongue sliding round and round in the juicy fuck tube. Dolly seemed to like this new method just as much, and she passionately told the widow so so.
Leslie did not let up. She reamed the fuck hole eagerly. At the same time, she snorted pussy hairs out of her nostrils and gulped down pussy juice. She soon made things unbearable for Dolly.
"Ohhh!" cried the woman, squeezing her own tits in her fists. "I'm going crazy! Something's happening to me! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!"
Dolly trembled hard as pussy cream erupted from her cunt and flooded the widow's open mouth. She babbled incoherently and threw her head far back. Her orgasm was intense, and she knelt there for several seconds while her pussy cream drained into Leslie's mouth. Then she collapsed onto the bed.
Leslie could hear her two friends snoring in a short time. Their warm bodies were leaning against hers in the overcrowded bed. But she didn't care, for they had shown her pleasures she had never thought possible, and she was grateful. A few minutes later, she too was asleep . . .
When Leslie awoke, the two women were gone, and so were her two suitcases and her purse. Leslie was all alone. Dazed, she wrapped a sheet around herself and ran through the building, searching. Then she ran out into the street and discovered what she feared the most-her car, too, was gone.
CHAPTER FIVE
The bastards had stolen everything but Leslie's blue skirt, white blouse, and black heels. They didn't even leave her with a pair of panties. She borrowed two dimes then used the phone beside the door to inform the police of the theft. The women had cleaned her out, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back. All she could think of now was her husband's life insurance policy. The money meant everything to her. She had to know when she would be receiving it.
Perhaps a phone call would speed things up. She used her last dime.
"Leslie Duncan? Calling about your husband's insurance policy? Just a moment, I'll check the files." Then: "Hello, Mrs. Duncan?"
"Yes, I'm here. I'd like to know how soon I can collect on my late husband's insurance policy. Very soon, I hope."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Duncan, but you won't be collecting anything, ever. You see, your husband, before he died, borrowed money against the policy but never paid the loan back. I'm terribly sorry, but we assumed you knew about it. Now if you'd like to purchase more insurance from us, we'd be happy to send a man out to your home to talk to you. Just give me your-"
Leslie let the phone slip from her hands, then she made her way down the stairs and out into the street. She had no money to spend another night at the flophouse. Besides, she now hated the place as much as she hated Becky and Dolly and Miss Crawford and all the others. She was happy to be out of there.
So, her husband had borrowed money from the policy without telling her. No doubt for his gambling expenses. Well, that was that! It seemed as if her husband just refused to stay dead. There were always ugly surprises popping up to haunt her.
She made her way to the park and found a bench, then settled back to watch the pigeons, the dog walkers, and the chess players. At least the weather was fine. And at least she was still alive. That was something, anyway. But she knew she had a lot of thinking to do-serious thinking.
A breeze blew between her legs and tickled her naked pussy, reminding her of how exposed she was. She was careful to keep her legs crossed, after that, for she didn't want to give the impression that she was sitting there trying to pick up a man. That thought was farthest from her mind. She had more important things than fucking to worry about.
It was while she was worrying that she noticed a newspaper resting beside her on the seat. Since no one was nearby to claim it, she picked it up and began browsing. She barely paid attention to what she was reading until she came to the section advertising jobs. Now that was what she needed!
When her eyes fell on a small ad at the bottom of the page, she suddenly sat up straight. This could be just what she needed. She read the ad over and over, each reading boosting her spirits. The ad was for a mature woman to do housecleaning and cooking for an active family of four...must be good with kids...free room and board . . .
Perfect, thought Leslie. She knew a job like this could provide her with a place to stay and a decent salary until she could get back on her feet. And since the family only lived a couple of blocks away, she saw no reason why she shouldn't go over right away and apply for the position. With any luck at all, she would be sleeping on a soft mattress tonight, not a hard bench.
A brisk walk brought her to the family's front door. The house was of modest size and rested on the corner of a residential block. And though it was obvious none of the families were rich, this neighborhood was a far cry from the flophouse district she had just left. Not a bad place to live and work, she told herself.
Leslie knocked loudly and a small blonde-haired woman, dressed in cut-off jeans and a white tee shirt, answered. Leslie introduced herself and explained why she had come, and the woman invited her inside.
"I'm Susan Piatt. I put the ad in the paper. I live here with my husband, son, and daughter. We're an active family as I mentioned in the ad. We're in and out all the time. And I have several hobbies that keep me busy most of the day. That's why we wanted to hire someone who could help out with the housework and cooking. I've talked to several people already. But, so far, I haven't found anyone acceptable."
"Well," said the widow, "I hope you find me acceptable. I really need the job. You see, I lost my husband recently and now I'm in a little financial difficulty."
"Have you ever done this type of work before?" asked Susan. "I usually like to hire experienced people."
"Only for my husband and myself. But I'm a great cook, and I get along well with kids."
"Well, my kids are well behaved, you shouldn't have any problems with them. Sarah and Jimmy are both teenagers. My husband and I are proud of them...look, here comes my husband now. I'll let him decide, but you seem all right to me."
Leslie heard footsteps behind her, but as she turned around, she kicked over some magazines that were stacked on the floor against the wall. Instinctively, she bent over to stack them, remembering too late that she was wearing no panties. Although she straightened up again as soon as she could, she knew that Mr. Piatt had gotten a splendid peek at her asscheeks, the backs of her thighs, and her hairy cunt mound. However, Leslie was lucky because Mrs. Piatt was standing in front of her and could not see what her husband saw.
"John," said Susan, "this is Leslie Duncan. She's been recently widowed and is looking for work. She says she's an excellent cook and great with children, and I believe her. What do you think? Should we give her the job?"
Leslie turned to face the tall, dark-haired man. She was a little embarrassed as she looked into his eyes, but apparently he had liked what he saw beneath her skirt, for there was a sly grin on his handsome face, a grin that Leslie well knew.
"Sure, why not," said the man, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his tight jeans. "She looks capable. It's the least we can do for a poor widow."
He grinned again, and this time Leslie grinned back. What else could she do? For now, her problems were solved. She had a home, a job, and perhaps even new friends.
"I've got to run, honey," said Susan, heading for the door. "Why don't you show Leslie around the house, make her feel at home? She can even start dinner if she wants. Oh, and see if there's a uniform to fit her." Then, to Leslie, Susan said: "I'll talk to you later when I get home. We can go over everything then. I sure hope you like it here."
"I'm sure I will," said Leslie as the little blonde closed the door behind her.
"Do you have any luggage?" asked John, now looking the widow up and down.
"No, nothing. Everything was stolen from me by a couple of crooks. That's why I'm so happy to get this job. You people really helped me a lot. I can always buy some more clothes with my first paycheck."
"Yes, but until then, I'd better get you a pair of my wife's panties. You can't go around bare-assed, I don't care how lovely your ass is. And I'll find you a uniform too, so you won't have to work in your own clothes. C'mon, follow me. I'll show you around the place. I'm sure you'll like it."
Leslie liked the house very much. Upstairs were three bedrooms that belonged to the family, and another that had once been the attic. This was hers, and she followed John up the short stairway that led to it.
"You'll find this room nice and comfortable, Leslie. It has the same carpeting, the same nice furniture, and the same soft bed as the other bedrooms. But I guess it'll be a while before you'll need all that closet space. Or that big dressing mirror."
"That's all right. I'm glad to have them. This room is just perfect. And I'll try to do my best to earn it. I promise you, you won't have any reason to complain about my work."
"I'm sure I won't." Then he said: "Here, let's see if this uniform hanging over here fits. It belonged to the last housekeeper we had. If the thing doesn't fit, we can always buy you another one."
John went over and got the black garment with the white lace. It seemed a bit flimsy, but Leslie would rather wear it than risk damaging her only skirt and blouse. Besides, there were black stockings to match, and a cap too, all clean and silky.
"Why don't you try it on?" said John. "Here, I'll help you." He reached for the buttons of her blouse.
"You'll do nothing of the kind," said Leslie, stepping back. "What kind of woman do you take me for?"
"Oh, all right," said John. "While you're changing, I'll go and get some panties for you. But remember, I'm your boss now. You should be nice to me."
Leslie thought about that as she changed into the uniform. Now that she had what she wanted most, a home and a job, it would be silly to risk losing everything just to protect her reputation. John had obviously liked what he saw beneath her skirt, and now he wanted more than to just look. If she spread her legs for him, it could guarantee her a home for a long time.
Hell, she told herself, look at the people I did fuck in the last couple of days. They all did me dirty, afterwards.
Now here was a man who had already done her a lot of good. She owed him a good hard fuck. Besides, didn't she tell herself at her husband's funeral that she was going to enjoy life from then on? She sure as hell did, and what better time than right now,, with the wife and kids out?
She admired herself in the mirror. The dress was very tight and very short, much shorter than her skirt. Her tits bulged out of the low neckline, and she knew very well what else would bulge out if she ever bent over. Even standing, she could see the tops of her black stockings and her black garter straps. Oh, well, she would wear the outfit for now as a joke, but she knew damned well Susan Piatt would never allow her to prance around the house in it. Not with a husband and a teenaged son around!
The white lacy apron added the finishing touch, and Leslie thought the uniform was very pretty, if not well fitting. She sat down on the edge of the bed to await her new boss.
"I don't think Susan will miss these," said John as he strode into the room. "I hope you like black-that's all I could find. I love them, myself.
I think they make women more sexy." Then he looked her over. "But I doubt if anything can make you more sexy than you are right now. Damn, that uniform is just perfect. You'll wear it every day, and that's an order."
"You don't think it's too small?" she asked, standing up so he could get a better look. "Just watch what happens when I bend over." She did just that, reaching down to touch her toes. The hemline rose to her waist, and John got another peep show.
"Damn!" he said, licking his lips. "Those are some juicy apples. What an ass!"
Leslie, bent over, looked between her widespread legs at the tall, muscular man. With his denim shirt open halfway to reveal his thick black chest hair and with his tight jeans revealing his large cock-bulge, John was some hunk. She could see the horny look on his face, and her pussy started quivering hotly.
"My pussy is dripping," she suddenly said, remaining in her bent-over position. "You'd better plug it up before I ruin your carpet." Then she reached back and patted her bare ass.
"Now that's more like it," said John, happy with the invitation. "I'm glad you thought it over. An employee should be nice to her boss."
John tossed the panties he was holding onto the bed for now. Then he took off his jeans and shorts, unbuttoned his shirt, and stepped up to the widow's open cunt. Leslie could feel his heat even before he grabbed her hips and pressed his cock head in between her thighs.
"Eeeee!" squealed the widow when the man's fat cock head came into contact with her tender cunt lips. "Ooooooh!"
"Just as I thought. Your pussy is red hot. It's going to be fun, having you with us all the time, you're much more cooperative than the last housekeeper we had. Now just hold steady while I slip my prick inside your pussy."
John didn't exactly slip his prick inside the widow's fuck hole; he slammed his cock into her cunt. He fucked his prick into her so hard he nearly knocked her over. Leslie gasped and grunted, but held her ground, knowing that there would be another hard fuck-thrust shortly.
"Ahhh!" howled John, his fat cock half buried in the widow's pussy tube. "Oh, shit! Here we go again!"
The big man thrust his hips once again and fucked his big dick balls-deep. He spread her pussy lips wide apart. He stretched her pussy walls. He speared the deepest parts of her pussy hole. When his prick was where he wanted it, he kept it there.
Leslie, trembling from the pressure and the heat, held on to her knees as she remained bent over. With her long legs spread widely, she was able to keep her balance in spite of the big cock wedged into her cunt crack. Not only was she able to take it, but she looked back over her shoulder and encouraged her new boss to fuck the hell out of her.
"Now you're getting the spirit," he told her, and he tightened his grip on her hips. "I knew when I hired you that you were just the type of housekeeper we needed. Yes, indeed, we're all going to be one happy family. You'll see-this job will be better than any you've ever had."
John began to fuck his cock in and out of the widow's cunt hole. His prick fucked deep, pushing through bushy cunt hairs and hot cunt flesh, glided halfway out, smearing her thighs with pussy juicy, then slammed deep again, jolting her pussy. Leslie shivered with excitement.
John sank his fingers deep into her fleshy hips and took a step closer. Her ass looked just fine to him as it stuck out from beneath the flimsy uniform, as did the backs of her thighs. He kept his eyes glued to her jiggling ass flesh as he began to pummel her pussy with brutal fuck-thrusts of his cock.
His prick head drove her pussy walls every which way. His balls slapped noisily against the backs of her thighs. His hairy cock root scorched her aching clit. He towered over her bent-over body as he gave her her first lesson in caring for the Piatt family.
"Ungh!" grunted Leslie, straining to see behind her. "Oh, fuck! Your cock is really driving me wild! I've never had it so good! Pound me, boss! Let me feel that prick even deeper!"
Leslie's thick mane of hair fell down over her eyes, while beads of sweat formed on her body. Heat waves soared through her cunt and raced up her spine to her brain. She dug her heels into the thick carpet to maintain her balance as the bliss in her cunt increased to unbearable limits.
"Yeesss!" howled John, his head thrown back. "You bitch! I'm going to tear your pussy up! Oh, shit, yeah!"
John's cock was throbbing as he fucked it in and out of the widow's stretched pussy tube. Sweat covered his face and glistened on his chest hairs. He fucked her hard, his hairy ass moving rapidly back and forth.
"Ahhh!" he cried, straining every muscle. "Oh, help, baby! Your cunt is killing me!"
Soon pussy juices began to squish, and the lewd fucking noises filled Leslie's ears. She smiled dreamily, knowing her pussy was sopping wet and ready to blow. She looked forward to the explosion.
John kept fucking, giving her every inch of his cock. He churned her pussy juices into creamy froth, and white bubbles formed on his cock shaft, coating its entire length. But he kept hammering her, his eager fuck-thrusts spraying the froth all over her thighs and cunt lips.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, shaking her head wildly. "I'm on fire! Your cock is so fucking hot, it's like a branding iron! Shiiit!"
He fucked her pussy so hard he made her teeth rattle and her asscheeks jiggle. He also made his cum boil. As he gave her all he had, his cock jizz boiled over and spurted into the widow's swollen pussy hole.
"Ohhh!" he cried, gritting his teeth and pumping his hips. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Feel my cum, bitch! Feel my cum!"
"Ahhh!" cried Leslie, her eyes wide and staring straight ahead. "Oh, fuuuck! Your jizz is burning the hell out of me!"
John kept fucking his prick in and out of her, determined to blow all of his cum into her fuck hole. He blasted her pussy walls again and again with thick wads of jizz. He soon filled her pussy to the brink with cum, but still he wasn't satisfied.
With fiery liquid searing her tender pussy, the widow pumped her cunt muscles and milked the man's prick dry. She gathered every drop of jizz he had into her cunt, and soon the cum began to overflow. The cum oozed from her cunt hole and ran down the backs of her thighs.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, looking back over her shoulder. "That was wonderful. And your cock is still hard. Why don't you keep on fucking? I was just getting used to your big cock."
Leslie wanted the man to continue his hard pounding of her pussy because she hadn't come yet. He had left her high and dry. She kept working her cunt muscles on his thick prick, hearing squishing jizz and feeling bolts of fire. But her cunt cream would not boil over.
"Enough fucking for a while," he said, and he yanked his big dripping prick out of her cunt hole. "I want you to suck on my cock now. Turn your ass around and start sucking. And hurry. You have to start cooking dinner in a few minutes."
Leslie obediently turned around to face the man. He stood straight and tall, and his cock was flat and red and wet. She instantly fell to her knees and reached up to cup the man's hard ass.
Although her pussy was still oozing cum, Leslie kept her full attention on the big cock in front of her. She reached out with her tongue and lapped up a drop of jizz off the piss hole. Liking the taste, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the entire prick head.
"Ahhh!" cried John, and he started stroking her cock-stuffed cheeks. "Mmmmmm! Good girl! You really know how to clean house, don't you? Much better than the last housekeeper."
Leslie took the man's words as a compliment, and she started smacking loudly on the prick head wedged between her lips. Her greedy lips were puckered in a lewd manner, and spit trickled from the corners of her mouth.
Leslie, her knees digging into the lush carpet, moved her stretched lips farther down the cock shaft, engulfing all of his cock meat. She deep-throated the big fucker right there in the middle of the floor, and John began to teeter.
"Ahhh!" he howled, stroking her bulging cheek with one hand and fondling her bulging tits with the other. He obviously was not going to let her uniform keep him from enjoying her tits. "Suck me, baby! Make me even more glad that I hired you!"
Leslie, indeed grateful, started moving her lips up and down the giant cock shaft. She spread fire and spit throughout its length, and soon cleaned his cock of all fuck juices. It wasn't long before her boss's cock was shining like a piece of ripe red fruit.
Leslie's head moved back and forth as she repeatedly swallowed John's cock. One moment the cock knob was throbbing between her lips, and the next it was pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged and slobbered and gulped as the cock's length and thickness tested her sucking skills.
"Go, baby, go! You wanted to cook for us, now cook my prick!" John leaned forward and gave her more of his swollen prick to suck.
Leslie met the challenge boldly. Her head bobbed back and forth steadily as she tasted all of the cock shaft. She sucked the cock so well the friction became very intense and the cock grew hotter and hotter. She couldn't believe that this throbbing cock had emptied its cum-load into her cunt only moments ago.
Guessing that her boss had an enormous amount of jizz, the widow did what she had to do in order to make the cock erupt once more. She reached up and cupped the man's balls, holding on tightly. Then she started working her lips furiously, burning a wicked trail up and down the big prick.
"Ahhh!" howled John, still sweating. "Oh, shit, what a pair of lips! I'm going to blow! I feel it! My cum is rising!"
Leslie urged him on, time and again burying her nose in his thick cock hair. Her lips bulged, receded, then bulged again. Each lip-stroke raised the temperature in his cock shaft, until blood began to gush through his prick veins.
"Ungh! Yes! Yes! Yeessss! I'm coming! You did it, you cock-sucker! You made me come!" Thick wads of jizz spurted from his piss hole and blasted the roof of her mouth.
Leslie gulped the creamy jizz down as fast as she could. She worked her throat muscles on the cum-spurting cock, intent on milking it dry. Though most of the cum ran down into her belly, a lot of it leaked from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin. Leslie kept sucking for as long as the cock spurted. She filled the air around her with lewd sucking and gulping noises. When the prick finally went limp, she let it slip from her mouth then quickly licked her lips clean.
"Yeesss!" moaned John, his face looking tired. "Not bad for a start. I knew you were a hot bitch the moment I saw you."
"The moment you saw me," said Leslie, slowly climbing to her feet, "I was bent over with my back to you. The only thing you could possibly have seen of me was my bare ass and cunt bush."
"That's what I mean. You weren't wearing any panties. I was so turned on when I saw that cute ass of yours that I was determined to have you come and work for me, whatever the cost. And so far everything has worked out perfectly."
"Well," said Leslie, running a hand through her boss's chest hair, "I just hope the rest of the family likes me. If they do, then I won't mind staying here at all. In fact, it'll be fun."
"More fun than you can imagine," said John. "And I mean it. Now why don't you wash up, slip on a pair of my wife's panties, and go start dinner? I want to take a nap before I eat."
Leslie did just that, but she soon found out that her ass was much larger than Susan's. The tiny panties, stretched as they were, barely covered anything. Leslie would have to do her work in a uniform that left much of her tits and asscheeks exposed.
CHAPTER SIX
Susan returned just when Leslie was ready to serve dinner. The little blonde had with her, her son and daughter, and she was eager to introduce Leslie to them. Leslie had never seen such beautiful teenagers before.
The girl, Sarah, was tall and thin, with her mother's yellow hair and attractive looks. The white dress she wore was almost transparent, and as she stood in the light, Leslie had no trouble seeing her black bra and panties and garters. A nice piece of ass, Leslie thought as she shook the girl's hand; the boys in the neighborhood were probably crazy about her.
The boy, Jimmy, was tall like his father and sister, he had a muscular body, curly black hair, and a boyish face that showed cute dimples when he smiled. He was smiling quite a bit when Leslie shook his hand. And Leslie didn't know which was nicer, the dimples on his face, the dark chest hairs that showed through the open neck of his shirt, or the enormous cock-bulge in his tight jeans.
"Didn't I tell you they were fine kids?" said Susan. "I told them you were our new housekeeper and cook, and they were thrilled. I hope the three of you become good friends."
"I'm sure we will," said Leslie. "I'm the easiest person in the world to get along with. Now why don't you all go and sit down, and I'll bring in dinner. We'll talk some at the table."
"Whatever you say, Leslie," said Jimmy, taking a good look at the widow's sexy uniform. "I'm dying to get to know you. I was good friends with our last housekeeper, and she never had any complaints. I hope I can say the same about you in the days to come."
"Yes, well, we'll see," said the widow, realizing the youth's eyes were all over her. Like father like son, thought Leslie.
They had a nice dinner, and Leslie soon got to know them all better. She discovered that Sarah was working as a waitress in a local restaurant, hoping to earn some extra spending money before returning to high school in the fall. The girl was quite popular in the neighborhood, and had a pleasing disposition. Her brother was a high school athlete and was spending his summer vacation playing baseball in a local league. He had hopes of winning a college scholarship. He too was well known in the area. Susan, the kids' mother, spent her time playing tennis or going shopping with the neighborhood wives. She was also active in charity drives. The woman's husband, John, was employed as a sales manager for a downtown firm, and when he wasn't fucking the housekeeper, he was very busy at his job. Leslie liked them all and soon felt like part of the family.
The next morning, she was made to feel even closer . . .
Up early to prepare breakfast for the others, Leslie was surprised by Jimmy, who entered the kitchen, dressed in a bathrobe and slippers. She thought he was just eager for food, so she told him to sit at the table and she would get him something. But instead of sitting, he walked up to her and threw his arms around her, pressing his cock-bulge into her ass.
"I couldn't sleep a wink last night," he said, nibbling on her ear. "All I could think of was you in this teeny uniform, with your tits and ass jutting out. Oh, shit, you're torturing me! I didn't think my parents could possibly hire a housekeeper as nice as our last one-but obviously I was wrong.
The only question is, are you as friendly as our last one? She was ready for anything, anytime, anyplace."
"Well, I don't want to be thought of as unfriendly. What would you like? Where would you like it? And when would you like it?" Leslie showed him her best smile and even pushed her ass back against his cock-bulge. The youth was really turning her on.
"Wonderful, baby. I'd like to fuck your hot ass. Right there against the kitchen table. Right this minute."
"Sounds fantastic," said Leslie, in her sexiest voice. "Let's hurry before the others awake. I can't wait to feel that young cock deep inside my asshole. Just the thought of it is enough to make my pussy drip."
Leslie bent over the round wooden table, resting her elbows and her tits on the' polished surface. Behind her, Jimmy pushed her hemline up above her waist so he would have a clear view of her panty-clad ass. Then he stripped the flimsy panties down her long legs and free of her ankles, leaving her smooth round ass completely exposed.
"Mmmmmm!" moaned the widow, looking back over her shoulder. "You really mean business, don't you? Well, that's just fine because I love a man who means business. Now ram that big prick home, you young stud. Show the little widow what you can do."
Jimmy opened his robe to reveal to Leslie's eyes his hairy body, laden with rippling muscles. She liked what she saw, especially his long hard cock and shiny black cock hair.
Leslie spread her legs wide. Her ass was now jutting out magnificently, ready to be fucked. She kept looking back as she reached behind her, took hold of her asscheeks with both hands, and spread the smooth mounds apart.
"There's what you want," she told the boy. "See my little shitter? Go on and fuck it. Let me feel your cock."
Jimmy, excited by the terrific view of the woman's asshole, stepped forward with his cock in one hand and guided the big fuck pole up against the widow's asshole. His cock head began to pulsate. He pushed forward and worked his prick knob through the clinging ring of ass meat.
"Eeeee!" squealed Leslie as her ass ring was spread. "Yes! I love it! Fuck your hot prick deeper!"
Leslie, her mind spinning, held her asscheeks apart and began bouncing on her toes. The heat of the youth's cock was soaring up her shit tube, burning her ass guts. She shook her head and pumped her ass.
Jimmy, his prick head engulfed in burning ass flesh, kept pushing with his hand and his hips, and soon fucked his prick balls-deep in the widow's juicy shit hole. Now his entire cock shaft was in the grip of her asshole walls, and the fire was raging through him. He had to hold onto her ass to keep steady.
"Oooooh!" howled Leslie, now feeling the boy's balls throbbing against the backs of her thighs. "You really fucked it in deep, didn't you? My asshole is about as tightly plugged as an asshole can be. Now go on, fuck me as hard as you can. Don't stop until you spill your jizz into my ass!"
Leslie had all the security she needed now and could concentrate on having fun for the first time in her life, as she had promised herself on the day she buried her husband. With that thought in mind, she arched her back, let her plump asscheeks slam shut on the boy's cock, and started wriggling her ass seductively.
Jimmy was aroused by the widow's squirming ass. He began to fuck his cock in her ass, stretching her ass ring out of shape. His cock knob speared the deepest parts of her shit tube. His balls hammered her asscheeks mercilessly. Leslie loved it.
"Ahhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "What a cock! Oh, fuck! I'm going crazy!"
Jimmy held onto her waist as tightly as he could and continued to slam his cock home. He sent heat waves coursing up to her ass guts. He made her asshole membranes swell and throb. He turned her asscheeks red. The kitchen was filled with squishing fucking sounds, slapping sounds, and deep grunts.
The youth churned the widow's shit juices into soup. Soon the messy fuck froth coated his prick shaft and made his cock fuck easier in and out of her ass. But the friction was still great, as was the pressure inside her ass, and Leslie moaned passionately.
"Your asshole is so fucking tight!" cried Jimmy, sweat running down his face. "It feels more like a furnace than a fuck pit!"
Leslie's elbows slipped and slid repeatedly as the youth fucked the shit out of her. Her ass and thighs jiggled wildly. She leaned forward even more, so that her tits were flattened beneath her, and then she closed her eyes.
Leslie could almost feel the youth's cock head in her belly. His cock was so deep she wondered if the youth intended to split her ass open. Hoping he didn't, she arched her back deeper and spread her legs a little wider.
Jimmy's balls slammed into her asscheeks again and again, filling the air with lewd slapping noises. She began to push back into him, meeting his forward fuck-thrusts with her own backward fuck-thrusts. This increased the slapping noises, and also the grunts and moans.
The force of the blows made the table creak and made Jimmy's balls ache. But he was strong and he continued to fuck her shitty asshole, each thrust right on target. Leslie took the punishment as best she could, at the same time delivering her own punishment. She knew she was making the boy pay for his boldness.
"Ahhh!" cried Jimmy, his chest hairs now glistening with sweat. "My prick is on fire and you're bursting my balls! Ohhh!"
"My asshole is sore and swollen!" cried Leslie. "And your hairy thighs are rubbing into my cunt mound and making that itch! Hell, I'm hot all over! Satisfy me, kid! Show me how much of a man you are!" Leslie continued to fuck her ass back and forth.
Jimmy slammed his hips to the left and then to the right in an attempt to spear all parts of the widow's juicy shit hole. In the process, he set her shitter afire and threatened to rip apart her clinging asshole muscles. Leslie bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly as the hard fuck-thrusts took her breath away.
But then, while Leslie was bent over the table, trying desperately to make the boy blow his wad deep in her asshole, the kid stepped back and pulled his big prick out of her widely stretched asshole. His fucker popped out loudly, dripping with shit juice and cum, and an unwanted feeling of emptiness swept through the widow's body. She was so disappointed she reached back with hand and tried to shove his cock back into her asshole.
"I want to fuck your cunt for a while," he told her, breathing heavily. "You have such a hot pussy, I'm dying to get my prick into it." As he talked, he stroked her cunt lips with his cock tip.
"All right," said Leslie, her uniform bunched up around her waist. "If you want my pussy, take it. But please, don't stop fucking until I tell you to."
Jimmy smiled and then stepped forward once" again, this time taking aim on the widow's open cunt hole. He pushed his fat prick head in between the woman's thick cunt lips and forced them even wider apart, his cock fucked deeper and deeper, seemingly swallowed up by the brunette's hungry pussy hole.
"Ohhh!" moaned the youth as his prick fucked in all the way. "You're hot there too! Oh, hell, I'm on fire!"
"You're on fire?" shouted the widow, trembling excitedly. "That hot prick of yours is burning the fuck out of my tender cunt meat! Shit, I'm glad you changed fuck holes on me. Now fuck my pussy hard, too-and make me one happy widow. I want to come, dammit!"
Jimmy, his balls snug against the widow's cunt lips, began to fuck his cock in and out of the woman's deep, gaping cunt hole. He drove her clinging cuntal folds wide apart with each inward thrust; then he gasped as her pussy closed around his cock shaft and burned the shit out of it on each backward pull.
Leslie, loving the way her pussy was repeatedly stretched by the youth's hard-fucking cock, began to pump her cunt muscles on the fat prick shaft. This increased the fire in her pussy and in the boy's cock, and soon lightning bolts seemed to rifle through her. She drooled and moaned as the bliss filled her brain.
Jimmy found it more and more difficult to keep a steady rhythm. The fire bolts that shot through his cock and up into his loins rocked him hard. He began to thrust his cock from many directions, and very erratically, determined not to let the older woman make a fool out of him.
"Ungh!" groaned Leslie, gritting her teeth. "Your prick is like a heated spear! Oh, and you're fucking the hell out of me!"
His balls hammered her cunt lips and the backs of her thighs. Soon her thigh meat was as red as her asscheeks. The youth's hairy groin scratched her tender fuck meat and made her shiver.
She rolled her eyes and wagged her tongue as the youth made her feel damned good. Even her tits were throbbing, and the hard tabletop was jolting the hell out of them. As the heat inside her pussy increased and her pussy juices began to rise, she started bouncing excitedly on her toes.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her voice shaky, her pussy bouncing. "Fuck meeeee! Give my pussy a bath of hot jizz! Oh, please, come inside me! I need your hot cum!"
Jimmy leaned into her, fucking madly. His hot breath blew across her shoulder. His nails dug into her hips. He fucked her so hard he nearly bounced her right up onto the table.
Leslie loved it all. She loved the way the youth's cock suddenly swelled up and began throbbing. She loved the way his cock root scraped against her clit and jolted the hell out of her. She loved the way his balls burned her cunt lips. She continued to fuck and groan, her mind spinning with bliss.
"Ohhh!" howled Jimmy, spit dribbling past his lips. "I can't take much more! I'm about to blow!"
"Just a little longer," cried Leslie, looking back over her shoulder. "I'm almost there! Just a few more strokes!"
"I can't wait! I'm coming now! I'm coming!" shouted Jimmy, and he blew his wad into the widow's steaming cunt hole.
Hot gobs of cum blasted the walls of Leslie's cunt,' searing her tender cuntal flesh. She felt as if she were being cooked inside out. She pumped her cunt muscles around the cum-spurting cock as waves of bliss soared through her body.
"Ohhh!" howled Jimmy, pumping out the last of his cum-load. "You bitch! You bitch! You've got it all now!"
The fiery cum triggered Leslie's orgasm, and she began to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled. Strange sounds escaped her throat. She threw her head back and clawed at the tabletop as her pussy juices suddenly boiled over and flooded the boy's cock and balls.
"Ahhh!" she cried, using her cunt muscles to drain Jimmy's prick. "You made me come, you sweet boy. you popped my dam. Oh, I've never had it so good."
Leslie, using her sore cunt muscles, milked the boy's cock until the fuck pole went limp. Then she wriggled her pussy and spit the cock out. No feeling of emptiness swept through her this time; she was feeling too much joy from her orgasm.
Straightening up, she said: "Wow, Jimmy, you've really got some good moves. I thought you were going to turn my asshole inside out. Then I was afraid you were going to split my pussy in half. Boy, for a kid, you've got one hell of a cock. And, more important, you know how to fuck!"
"I usually do my best," said the kid, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "But you really put me to the test. Our last housekeeper use to come almost as soon as I shoved my prick into her cunt. But I sure had to do some hard fucking to bring you off."
"Well, you know what they say-the best things don't come easy. You have to fuck hard to get them."
While Leslie and Jimmy were standing beside the kitchen table, she with her uniform in disarray and he with his robe opened wide, his mother entered the kitchen. Susan seemed surprised at first to see them together in such a manner, but then she broke out in a smile and walked up between them. Leslie, almost a head taller than the boy's mother, wasn't sure what to say.
"I just came down to see how breakfast was coming," said Susan, running a hand through her long blonde hair. She was wearing a bathrobe, but it was so short it barely reached down over her plump ass.
"Oh, it's coming just fine," said Leslie, a little embarrassed. "Only a few minutes longer, then we can all eat. In fact, I'll go up right now and wake the others."
"Not so fast," said Susan, grabbing the widow's arm. "First I want you to serve me my juice. I simply can't start the day without a belly full of hot juice."
"Hot juice?" asked Leslie. "Don't you mean cold juice?"
"I mean hot juice, you sweet bitch!" Susan dropped to her knees and shoved her head beneath Leslie's uniform.
Leslie was shocked at first; but when she felt the woman's tongue lapping at her cunt, she just spread her legs wide, leaned back against the table, and served up some hot pussy juices. Jimmy watched with interest as his mother ate out the housekeeper.
Susan snaked her tongue up and down the widow's hairy cunt lips, lapping up Leslie's pussy juice and Jimmy's jizz. She tantalized the tender fuck meat and soaked the cunt hairs with her spit. Leslie shivered from heat to toe, loving every tongue-stroke.
Susan caressed Leslie's asscheeks with both hands as she fucked her tongue into the woman's cunt crack. Her tongue slopped up more fuck juices, both the housekeeper's and her son's, and she swallowed every drop.
The little blonde's tongue forced Leslie's cunt lips far apart, and Leslie trembled excitedly. Then the long red tongue poked into the widow's cunt hole and fucked deep. Leslie stifled a scream, but she couldn't stop her cunt muscles from clamping down on the woman's eager tongue.
"Ahhh!" moaned the widow, and she reached down and caressed Susan's blonde hair. "Mra-mmm! Go on, eat my pussy juices."
Susan worked her tongue up and down Leslie's gaping pussy hole, cleaning out all the fuck juices and swallowing them. She wasn't stopped by Leslie's cunt muscles nor by the intense pussy heat that blasted her face. Nothing was going to stop her from tasting that juicy well-fucked cunt.
Susan slurped and slobbered for several minutes longer, pushing Leslie's pussy walls every which way. Then she finally withdrew her greedy tongue and pulled her head out from under Leslie's uniform. She had left Leslie's pussy sparkling clean.
"Ohhh!" moaned the widow, her mind reeling. "Thank you, Susan. I needed that. Your son really got me wet."
"And I imagine you got him pretty wet, too," said Susan, and she turned on her knees to face her son. "But don't worry, I'll soon have him cleaned up."
"Eeeee!" squealed the youth when his mother leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cock head. "Oooooh!"
Susan smacked loudly on the limp cock and milked out a few more drops of jizz, which she swallowed. She also sucked up the fuck juices that were on the outside of his cock. Enjoying the taste of the sticky cock cream, she worked her stretched lips all the way down the cock shaft, with the intention of cleaning the big prick thoroughly.
Jizz leaked from the corners of her mouth as she buried her nose in her son's cock hair. She sucked the big cock clean, replacing the fuck juices with her spit. Then she began running her lips up and down the limp cock, making sure she didn't miss any cum at all.
"Ahhh!" groaned Jimmy, teetering. "Oh, Mom! You do that so well!"
Susan bobbed her head back and forth as she sucked the hell out of her son's cock. She made the prick disappear again and again. She covered the cockshaft with spit. She burned all the nerves and veins, and she smoothed out all the cock hairs. Jimmy just stood there, rolling his eyes and babbling incoherently.
Lewd sucking noises filled the kitchen, mingling with the dirty sounds of the boy's balls slapping against the woman's chin. Leslie watched the little blonde suck cock and became fascinated, not only with the woman's bulging cheeks and spit-soaked, lips, but also with her round ass and shapely thighs, which were unveiled when the woman's bathrobe slipped up to her waist.
Leslie, staring, wanted to get down there on the floor with Susan and show the little blonde bitch a thing or two about pussy-eating, but she realized this wasn't the time. Already she could hear
Susan's husband and daughter moving around upstairs. Soon they would all be down here in the kitchen, ready to eat breakfast. Leslie would have to put off her pussy-eating until another time.
Apparently, Susan heard the commotion upstairs too, for she gave her son a few more strokes then spit out his cock and rose to her feet. After adjusting her robe and wiping her face clean, she took a seat at the table as if nothing had just happened. Jimmy closed his robe and joined his mother at the table.
"Not a bad way to begin a day," said the woman. "Now we'll eat, Leslie. I hear my family stirring upstairs." Then she said: "Oh, and Sarah is giving a little lunch party for a few of her friends later today. I want you to whip up something special for them."
CHAPTER SEVEN
By noon everyone had gone off somewhere, except Leslie and Sarah. Leslie was dusting the living room, getting everything ready for Sarah's lunch party, while Sarah was upstairs in the tub. When the widow heard the water splashing and the young girl singing, she too began to sing, for she was indeed happy.
But it wasn't until Leslie had finished her dusting and was ready to prepare the sandwiches that she decided to go up and have a talk with the teenager.
Leslie wanted to know exactly how many people would be coming, so she could be sure to have enough food for them all. She wanted everything to be perfect.
"Six," said Sarah, sitting back in the tub with her legs spread wide and her arms resting on the sides. "They should be here in an hour."
Hot soapy water hid everything below her belly button, but Leslie, standing in the doorway, had a wonderful view of the girl's plump round tits and their big pink nipples.
"Fine," said Leslie, now feeling the steam creeping up between her thighs. "I'll go and get started."
"No, wait. You've got plenty of time. I want you to scrub my back for me right now. It'll only take a few minutes. Please!"
"Of course, child. I don't mind." Leslie took the scrub brush from its hanger on the wall, then sat down on the edge of the tub and waited for Sarah to get into position.
Sarah got up on her knees and squirmed forward a little, so Leslie could reach her back more easily. The girl's tits jutted out beautifully, while her cute ass could be seen at the surface of the water. Leslie admired the girl's smooth youthful skin, and for a moment thought about ripping off her own clothes and jumping into the tub with the girl.
"I'm ready now," said Sarah. "Scrub me gently. That brush feels so good on my back."
Leslie twisted around on the edge of the tub and pulled the girl's long yellow hair out of the way. Then she began scrubbing the child's back, gently, with long slow strokes. Leslie didn't seem to care that her uniform's hemline was once again bunched up around her waist. After all, there was no one but Sarah around to see her shapely thighs and hips, and black undies.
"Oooooh!" moaned Sarah. "That feels so good. Whatever you do, don't stop." Sarah then reached up and started rubbing her firm tits, her thin hands moving round and round.
Amazed by what the girl was doing, Leslie stared intently, taking her mind off the scrubbing. The widow grew more excited by the moment, and soon she was pushing the scrub brush all the way down to the girl's ass crack. Sarah shivered at the unexpected contact, but she didn't protest.
"Mmmmm! I didn't know my ass crack was so dirty," said Sarah, smiling. She then winked at Leslie.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry," said the widow. "I'll keep the brush on your back."
"No, I think I like it where it is. Go on, scrub out my ass crack. Make my little shitter tingle."
Leslie dutifully obeyed. She shoved the brush farther down the young girl's ass gash and forced the big asscheeks apart. Then she started working the brush up and down, scraping the sides of the tender asscheeks. Sarah was so happy at the tingling sensations that shot through her body that she reached back and spread her asscheeks wide to give the widow more room.
Leslie kept at it, stroking the youth's soft ass meat. The brush's bristles were very flexible and did not cut into the girl's flesh. The bristles glided up and down her ass meat, tantalizing her nerve endings and making her tremble. Leslie couldn't believe the girl's sensitive reactions.
The widow brushed the ass crack thoroughly. Leslie even scraped the brush against the tender shit hole a few times and tortured it. Every move the brunette made brought a shiver and a moan from the young girl.
"You're really sensitive, Sarah. Are you like that all over, or just in your ass crack?"
"Oh, all over," said the girl. "I've always been like that."
"Hell, what do you do when a boy shoves his cock into you? It's a wonder you don't faint."
"Sometimes i do. But mostly I just buck and scream a lot. Because of that, I rarely fuck the same boy more than once. They become too afraid of me. They call me the wild woman."
"I can imagine. Well, enough with your ass crack. I'm sure it's clean now. Why don't I scrub your tits for a while?"
Leslie moved forward a little and started rubbing the long-handled brush up and down the girl's left tit. Leslie jolted the tender tit mound, and she tortured the rubbery nipple. She soon had the tit rock hard and throbbing with intense heat.
"Eeeee!" squealed Sarah, and she began rubbing her pussy. "Oooooh! I love that even better. Make both tits burn."
Leslie moved the brush round and round Sarah's throbbing tit, jolting nerves with each stroke. She made the blood gush through the tit's veins, and soon the tit was like a ripe apple. When the girl's cries became hysterical, Leslie moved the brush to her other tit.
The widow treated this tit the same. She scraped the bristles all along the soft white tit meat. Then she started brushing the swollen nipple, and Sarah splashed the soapy water to a froth.
With both of the girl's tits red and swollen and throbbing hotly, Leslie ran the brush down the girl's belly, all the way to her cunt mound. Sarah moved her hands out of the way as the bristles dipped between her luscious thighs. Leslie wondered how the girl would react upon contact with her pussy.
"Iiieeee!" screamed Sarah, and she started splashing around in the tub. "Oh, my pussy! You're killing me!"
Leslie began moving the bristles up and down the girl's cunt lips. Sarah found it impossible to keep still. The bristles scraped against her open cunt crack, tantalizing her pussy and making her head spin crazily. To Sarah, the brush was the same as a cock.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, shaking her head and squeezing her tits. "I'm on fire! Oh, shit! Have mercy!"
Leslie began working the brush in different directions so as to stroke every part of the girl's cunt. Sarah urged her on, loving the blissful waves of heat that were shooting up her fuck hole. As Leslie watched the girl's tits bouncing and jiggling, she was glad that her new employers were a hot-fucking family.
"I'm dying!" cried Sarah, shaking her head. "Turn that brush around and shove the handle up my pussy hole. Please do it!"
"No, child," said Leslie, taking the brush away and hanging it up on the wall again. "The hell with the brush. Your sweet young body has made me horny as shit. I'm going to fuck you, myself. You're going to feel my clit in your pussy, not the brush."
Leslie quickly stripped off her uniform. Everything was piled in a heap on the floor, including her stockings, garter, and cap. When she was naked, she climbed into the tub with the young girl and forced her onto her back.
"Ungh!" grunted Sarah as Leslie climbed on top of her. "Don't drown me, Leslie. I'm horny, but not that horny."
"Don't worry, child. I know what to do."
Leslie let Sarah's head rest against the sloping back of the tub, just above the waterline. Then the widow got into position, pressing her cunt into Sarah's and flattening the girl's tits with her own big tits. Sarah just spread her legs widely and threw her arms around the housekeeper's shoulders.
Leslie gasped as the hot soapy water burned her tits and cunt. But she soon grew used to the hot water and began to concentrate on the young girl's sexy body. She ground her bushy cunt against the girl's silky cunt, and Sarah moaned deliriously.
Jolted with fire bolts, Leslie moved her ass this way and that in an attempt to pulverize the child's young pussy. Her thick cunt lips moved Sarah's thin pussy lips every which way, forcing them apart then closing them up again. Leslie's clit even delved inside Sarah's cunt crack and wreaked havoc throughout the many nerves along the child's cunt slit.
"Ahhh!" cried Sarah, digging her nails into the widow's shoulders. "Your pussy is hotter than any cock I've ever had. Fuck me, Leslie! Drown me if you like!"
Sarah fucked up and down in the tub. Water splashed all over the floor. Steam rose up and clouded the air.
The young girl was almost delirious from the passionate fucking. Sarah screamed from the intense bliss she was feeling. Her pussy throbbed hotly. Her tits, flattened like pancakes, were also throbbing. She shook her head this way and that, not caring that her hair was soaked and that the widow's hot lips were brushing against hers.
"Ungh!" moaned the girl, her eyes dancing. "Fuck me, you tall bitch! Hammer the shit out of my clit!"
Following orders, Leslie worked her hips expertly, the way the girls in the flophouse had taught her, and she rammed her clit into the child's pussy. Spasms of joy shot through their cunts, and Sarah began screaming uncontrollably. Leslie was shaking all over.
"Shiiyyiit!" moaned Leslie, sinking her nails into the girl's plump hips. "My pussy is cooking! I can feel my clit inside your fuck hole, and it's driving me wild! Ohhh!"
With water splashing all over, Leslie began to move her cunt in circles, pushing her bared clit round and round the child's fuck hole. She tantalized the nerves in Sarah's pussy, and she smeared pussy juice all over Sarah's pussy lips. The girl's screams could not stop the widow from fucking the shit out of her.
Leslie's ass moved round and round between Sarah's open thighs. Foamy water splashed against the widow's ass. Suction noises formed between their bodies. Leslie knew she was near an orgasm, but she didn't want to come before the child.
Leslie rubbed her clit against Sarah's clit as hard as she could. Then she started thrusting savagely, intent on taking the girl over the edge. Sarah screamed and bucked as the lightning bolts streaked through her body. Then she came.
"Ahhh!" cried the girl, rolling her eyes. "I'm coming! You made me come with your clit! Iiieeee!"
Spasms rolled through Sarah's body as pussy cream poured from her fuck hole. She gurgled and sobbed and begged for mercy as the intense orgasm controlled her brain. With all her strength, she strained against the widow's cunt and tits and flooded Leslie with hot cunt cream.
"Ahhh!" howled Leslie, feeling the fire of the girl's orgasm. "Now you're making me come! Oh, yes! Yes! Yeessss! I'm coming!"
Leslie trembled uncontrollably as the fire raged through her pussy. Her breathing became ragged. Her voice became shaky. She jerked and grunted and clawed the girl's ass. Then she cried out one more time and flooded the young girl with hot pussy cum.
The two cling to one another for several minutes as their orgasmic spasms rolled through them. Then they pulled away and sat up in the tub, their tits red and swollen, their lips bruised, their hair in wet tangles. After a moment's silence, they started laughing as if they didn't care about anything.
"That was some fuck," said Leslie, wiping her hair out of her eyes. "But it's getting late, I'd better get my ass downstairs and start making those sandwiches. Your guests will be here shortly." The widow then climbed out of the tub, her ass jiggling from the effort.
"All right," said Sarah. "I'll be down just as soon as I do something about my hair and face. I don't want all the kids to know that I just had the shit fucked out of me." Then she said: "Hey, Leslie! Maybe later you can eat my pussy for me!"
"Sure thing," said the widow, returning the girl's smile.
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Leslie mopped her brow with the back of her hand, then picked up the tray of sandwiches and carried them into the living room. Sarah's friends were like starved animals. This was the third tray of food that she had had to take into them, and they had only been here an hour and a half. Leslie wondered where they put it.
But there was a good side to her role of food bearer. It gave her the opportunity to study the four young boys among the six guests. They were all dressed in tight jeans and tee shirts, and their muscular bodies and large cock-bulges were very evident. Leslie drooled silently each time she leaned over and offered a sandwich to one of the well-hung boys.
As she drooled over the boys, the widow couldn't help but notice the two girls also. One was a big redhead. She was wearing tiny cut-off jeans and a halter, and Leslie had a hard time believing the girl was only a teenager. Her name was Karen, according to Sarah, and she lived up the street. Leslie was convinced that Karen could take on all four of the boys at the same time.
The second girl was also well built, but with long brown hair and big brown eyes. She was wearing long jeans and a white blouse, and her legs were crossed in such a fashion that Leslie could see the outline of the girl's cunt mound. Her name was Cindy, and she too was a neighbor.
Nice neighbors, thought Leslie. She wouldn't mind rubbing cunts with either of the girls. And she sure as hell wouldn't mind swallowing one or two of the cocks, either in her mouth or her cunt. But since the kids were only sitting around, eating and talking, the widow had to content herself with just eyeing them hungrily and giving them glimpses of her ass and cleavage in return.
"That's some uniform you've got there," said one of the boys, a tall muscular redhead. "Hell, every time you bend over, my prick gets hard. I can barely eat my food."
"I'll give you something to eat," said Leslie, placing her hands on her hips. "What's a young kid like you doing looking up my dress, anyway? You keep it up, and you're likely to see something that'll scene the hell out of you."
"Oh, yeah?" said the kid, looking around at his friends. "Well, here's something that'll scare the hell out of you." The youth then unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, to the cheers of the other kids.
"Not bad," said Leslie, smiling down at the long fat prick. "But it doesn't scare me-it just makes me hungry." Seh then licked her lips very slowly and gave the youth a sexy wink.
"Go on and eat it then," said the red-haired youth. "Let me feel those hot lips of yours. You know you want to."
"I'd Jove to, but I'd just ruin Sarah's party if I start sucking cocks. Maybe some other time."
"No," said Sarah. "It's all right. You won't ruin my party. Things are sort of boring, anyway. We were just talking about ways to liven the party up. And what better way than to have a little fuck show? Please, Leslie, give him some head so we can all watch."
"Yeah, Leslie," said one of the other boys. "Get down and give him a blow-job. You're making all of us horny with that little uniform you're wearing. It's the least you can do."
Leslie looked around at the horny young faces and then back down at the boy's hard cock. By now he had his pants down to his knees, and she could see a thicket of red cock hair growing around his fuck tool. She shrugged her shoulders and then fell to her knees between the boy's wide-spread legs.
"Ahhh!" moaned the youth as he watched the housekeeper engulf his cock head. "Oh, shit, your mouth is hot!"
Leslie sealed her lips around his cock very tightly and started sucking hard. The boy sat up straight then and reached out for her cock-stuffed cheeks. With his gentle caresses and soft moans, he encouraged her to make his prick burn.
The widow, with her knees digging into the lush carpet and with her panty-clad ass jutting out behind her, smacked greedily on the boy's cock. She drew out a few drops of cum from his piss hole and gulped them down. Finding their taste pleasing, she sucked some more, hoping to gather bigger drops.
"Ahhh!" howled the youth. "My prick is on fire already!"
Leslie burned the shit out of the nerves that lined the youth's cock head. At the same time, she ran her tongue round and round the slick cock knob and tantalized the tender underside. Her lips and tongue were so exciting the kid found it impossible to keep his ass still on the sofa.
Leslie fondled the boy's balls with one hand and stroked his cock root with the other as she tasted his swollen prick. She knew her uniform was up above her waist and that the other kids could easily see her jutting ass and the backs of her thighs, but she didn't care. She was only too happy to please them, and she hoped she would have the chance to do more for them all than just show them her ass.
When blood started gushing through the cock veins, causing the hot rubbery cockmeat to throb against the roof of her mouth, she opened her mouth wider and worked her lips farther down the cock shaft. She took the whole prick in her mouth, not stopping until her nose was buried in the boy's red cock hair. By then, she had a mouth full of hot prick.
"Ohhh! Ungh!" groaned the kid, now pulling on Leslie's black mane. "Eat my prick, you bitch! You're not a housekeeper, you're an alley cat!" His twisted face showed the degree of his lust.
Leslie started sucking his cock right away. She moved her lips up and down the long fat cockshaft, massaging every bump and vein. She explored every inch of the prick and caused the boy's prick veins to swell with boiling blood. Her hot cock-sucking filled the air with lewd noises that all could hear.
Spit trickled from the corners of her stretched mouth as her head bobbed up and down. She smeared the red prick shaft with her spit. She soaked his red cock hairs as well. She had all the kids gasping.
It was while her head was bobbing up and down with blinding speed that the cock swelled up and began to throb hotly. Burning her tongue, the prick felt like a lit candle. But she was not about to spit the prick out just yet. Wild horses couldn't take that cock away from her.
The widow spread spit and fire up and down the red-hot cock. She slobbered over the flaring cock bulb, and she choked on the hairy cock root. She banged her chin against the hard balls, and she burned her tongue on the muscular prick shaft. But she knew she would soon get her reward.
"Ahhh!" cried the youth, running his hands through her hair. "I'm burning! I can't take any more! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! I'm coming!"
Hot creamy jizz spurted from the youth's cock and blasted the roof of the widow's mouth. The boy's cock jerked and bucked, spilling its heavy cum-load in rhythmic spurts. Leslie smacked her lips and gulped as fast as she could in an effort to get all of the cum down into her belly. But there was just too much cum.
"Ungh!" he moaned, shaking his head and biting his lower lip. "I'm dying! Your hot lips are killing me!"
Leslie sucked on the cum-spurting cock until it ceased to spurt. Then she milked out the last remaining drops of cum. Dirty sucking noises filled the air around her as she turned the boy's magnificent cock into a limp mass of cock meat.
"Mmmmm!" moaned the youth when Leslie finally spit out his cock. "Oooooh!" He then lay back on the sofa and rested.
"Shit!" called a big dark-haired youth, already with his jeans and shorts pushed down to his knees. "Come over here and do that to my prick, bitch! I've got a heavy load of cum for you to swallow! Hurry, dammit, before I come all over myself!"
With cum dripping down her cheeks, Leslie crawled across to where the youth sat in a chair. She could feel all eyes on her big, jutting asscheeks, which bulged out of her too-small panties. But her eyes were on the kid's big hard prick, which was standing straight up, surrounded by black cock hair.
Leslie crawled up between the youth's legs, grabbed his cock with her right hand, and started licking his cock head. He twisted around in the chair as soon as he felt her wet tongue, but he couldn't escape the tongue. Leslie didn't let him.
The widow held the cock root tightly and ran her tongue up and down the cock shaft, from her fingers to his piss hole and back again. She made the prick very wet and very hot, and soon her own fingers were burning.
"Ahhh!" cried the youth, stroking the widow's hair. "You do that so well. What kind of housekeeper are you, anyway?"
"The kind that my family needs," said Sarah, her blue eyes fixed on the widow's lapping tongue.
Leslie continued to run her long red tongue up and down the muscular cock shaft. She stroked the swollen cock veins and felt the blood rushing through them. She tugged on the cock hairs and straightened out their curls. She oiled the entire length of the prick, and soon her tongue traveled much easier.
"Mmmmm!" moaned the boy. "I love it! Your tongue feels so fucking fantastic! Oh, what a great cock-licker you are!"
Leslie, after burning the cock shaft mercilessly, brought her tongue up to the boy's fat cock-knob and began flicking at the piss hole. She used her tongue tip like a feather and tantalized the boy's sensitive piss hole until he cried out. Then she circled her tongue around the rim and tantalized some more nerves. She soon had the boy gasping for air.
The rubbery cock head was made shiny and slippery by the widow's hot tongue. Cries and whimpers reached her ears, telling her that she was torturing the poor kid.
"Ungh!" he groaned, his face strained. "Oh, shit, what a tongue! I don't believe what you're doing to me. No one has every made my prick feel like this."
"Thanks a lot!" said Karen, frowning at the boy.
Leslie started playing with the youth's balls, using her hands to bounce the hairy balls around. As she did that, she snaked her tongue back down the cock shaft and bounced that around with some hard licking.
"Ohhh!" cried the youth. "I can't take much more! Your tongue is boiling my jizz!" He bounced his hairy ass up and down on the seat cushion as the widow's tongue jolted his senses.
Leslie, wanting to taste another load of jizz, working her tongue round and round the mighty cock shaft. Soon the cock swelled up and began to throb as if ready to explode.
"Ahhh!" cried the youth. "That's all I can take! No more! No more! Shiiyyiit! I'm coming!" The boy bucked up off the chair cushion and blew a thick wad of cum into the widow's face. "Shiiyyiit!"
Leslie held out her tongue as the boy's cock spurted again and again. Wad after wad of creamy jizz blasted her cheeks and forehead and nose. Some cum smacked against her lips, and she even managed to catch a little jizz on her tongue. She held onto the cock's hairy root as the fuck pole emptied its cum-load.
When the prick went limp, she sucked it into her mouth and drained it completely. Then she spit the prick out again and crawled away from the exhausted boy, looking for someone else. As she looked around at the other amazed teenager, she licked her lips clean.
"I'll take her on now," said a big blond stud, his cock-bulge nearly popping his zipper. "But I don't want a blow-job. I want some pussy! Now get those fucking panties off. Hell, get that uniform off, too."
The boy dropped his jeans and shorts to his ankles, then stepped out of them, kicking off his loafers at the same time. Wearing only his white tee-shirt, he approached Leslie in the middle of the floor, right in front of the others. His prick jutted out long and fat, and was surrounded by yellow cock hair. Leslie liked what she saw so much she couldn't take her eyes away.
"C'mon, bitch!" he said, getting down on the carpet with her. "Get this uniform off. I'm going to stretch that cunt of yours. I'm going to have you screaming your fucking head off!"
The blond-haired youth stripped off the woman's uniform and then the tiny pair of panties. He decided to leave her stockings and garter in place since they were not in the way of his cock. She was glad that he did, for she had grown used to fucking in them.
With her big white tits tumbling down, Leslie knelt on all fours and arched her back deeply. Then she looked back over her shoulder at the boy and swung her ass from side to side to tease him. She could see that he was very aroused.
"That's right, bitch! On your hands and knees! I'm going to fuck you like a dog! And I hope I split your body right in half!"
With everyone watching, the blond kid mounted Leslie from behind and shoved his big prick in between her wet cunt lips. He forced her cunt lips apart and then fucked his cock into her cunt hole, taking care that his aim was accurate.
"Mmmmm!" Leslie moaned, licking her lips passionately. "Young and hard, just the way I like them. Keep pushing, stud!"
The youth, his body towering over Leslie's, fucked his prick into the widow's cunt hole up to the hilt. He had to force her cuntal membranes out of his way so his cock could enter her fuck hole, but as soon as his cock was completely buried, the buttery cunt meat closed back around his prick shaft. The heat made him gasp and tremble.
"Oooooh! Eeeee!" moaned the widow, shaking her lowered head. "So good! So fucking good! What a big cock you have!"
"Your pussy is murder!" cried the youth, just now finding out what it was like to fuck a grown woman.
Leslie smiled and continued to swing her ass this way and that. She could feel the boy's cock shaft throbbing against her pussy walls, and she could feel his hairy balls bouncing against the backs of her thighs. Loving the blissful sensations, Leslie threw back her head and started pumping her cunt muscles.
The kid almost came as soon as he felt her cunt muscles tighten around his prick shaft. But knowing it was too soon, he fought back the temptation and began to fuck his cock in and out of the woman's tightly gripping cunt hole. By degrees, the friction in Leslie's cunt hole increased.
The youth fucked through the woman's hard-pinching cunt muscles to spear her pussy walls in many places. He forced her pussy walls every which way with his hard fuck-thrusts, and jolted the hell out of her tender nerves. Each thrust of his cock into her damp cunt made her tremble.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, shaking her head again. "The fire in your prick is killing me! Oh, I don't believe how hot it is!"
The kid, his blond hair dancing about, slammed his prick deep into her fuck pit repeatedly. His cock burned her juicy cunt flesh. His cock shaft tortured her little clit. His big balls hammered her cunt lips and the backs of her thighs. He fucked into her pussy so hard he actually drove her forward on the carpet.
"You're a bitch!" he howled as her pussy meat burned his prick. "You're a real hot bitch! Oh, how sweet it is!"
His hairy groin scratched her asscheeks, and his nails dug into her soft hips. He completely dominated her with his muscular body, and Leslie had to strain to keep from being pounded into the carpet. But she wasn't complaining one bit.
The widow bit her lower lip and braced herself as her thighs and ass and pussy absorbed the youth's hard fuck-thrusts. Waves of bliss soared up her fuck tube. Lightning bolts rocked her clit. Her head spun crazily. She babbled incoherently as the big prick jarred her whole body.
The kid, his hairy ass rising and falling behind Leslie's smooth ass, reached under the widow and grabbed her hanging tits in both hands. He squeezed the big mounds of tit flesh tightly for support as he fucked her sloppy cunt hole. Leslie was too delirious to say anything.
"Ungh!" she grunted, her face twisted in blissful agony. "My pussy is going to blow soon! Oh, sweet mother-fucker!"
The kid's big prick, as it fucked in and out of her, began to churn her dripping cunt juices into froth. Squishing noises soon filled the air, followed by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Leslie knew the other kids were getting a good show.
Creamy white pussy bubbles were soon sprayed onto Leslie's cunt lips and groin by the fucking cock. She winced and gasped as the fiery sensations went directly to her brain. She knew it wouldn't be long before the real stuff was flowing down her fuck hole.
The young man sank his nails into Leslie's big tits as he fucked her. He also pulled and tugged on the hot tit mounds. He used them as if they were reins, and he rode her pussy hard.
Fire bolts shot through the brunette's tits, and they swelled up and began to throb. The boy's sharp nails turned the tits red. Leslie groaned and frowned at the rough treatment, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
"Ahhh!" she howled, her senses reeling. "You're making me awfully wet and hot! I'm going to flood your cock now!"
"Do it, big-tits! Let me feel your fuck honey! You're damned sure going to feel mine! Oh, I can feel my cum boiling!"
His cock swelled up and erupted. Gooey wads of cum splashed against her cunt walls and clit, burning the hell out of her sensitive fuck meat. The youth fucked into Leslie harder, determined to spill every drop of his jizz into her cunt.
"Ahhh!" cried Leslie, howling at the ceiling. "I'm on fire for sure! Oh! Ohhhhh! I'm coming, too! I'm coming!"
The youth's hot jizz triggered Leslie's orgasm, and she began shaking from head to toe. Spit ran from her open mouth. Her eyes rolled back. Then, with another loud scream, she blew her pussy cream out of her fuck pit and flooded the boy's cock and balls.
"Ohhhh!" howled the kid, feeling the widow's cunt juices. "Too much! Too fucking much! Iiieeee!"
He kept fucking, and soon his prick was empty of cum. As his cock slowly began to shrink, he pulled it from her dripping fuck tube and then dismounted. It was obvious he was through for the afternoon.
"Mmmmmm!" moaned Leslie as she stretched out on the carpet. "My pussy meat is swimming in fuck juice. I can feel the slimy cum oozing out of my pussy hole. Won't someone please plug up my cunt? C'mon, I need one more cock. I'm still horny."
"I guess I'm next," said a dark-haired youth with a fuzzy chin. "You've worn out all the others. Roll your ass over, I'll plug your pussy up."
The kid stripped off all his clothes then walked over to the naked widow with his big prick jutting out of a forest of cock hair. His muscles rippled as he walked, and his chest hair glistened. He seemed to be in good shape, but Leslie was determined to wear his young ass out, just like all the others.
As she rolled over on her back, Leslie spread her legs widely and reached out for the lean youth. She welcomed him into her arms and then drew his head to her big swollen tits for a quick suck. The boy was eager.
"Ooooooh!" moaned Leslie when the youth wrapped his lips around her swollen nip. "Eeeee! Mmmmmm! I love it, honey!"
He sucked on her nip as if he were a baby. In his eagerness, he pulled the nip outward from her tit mound and made her cry out. He rolled it around between his teeth and made her groan. He smacked his lips on her tit and made her squeal with joy.
In front of her audience, Leslie wrapped her long legs around the youth and dug her heels into the small of his back. Then she threw back her head and surrendered her tits to him completely. She didn't care what he did to her tits.
The youth sucked on her nip for several more minutes. But when he realized that he wasn't going to draw out any milk, he moved his puckered lips to other parts of her tit. He kissed and tugged on her tender tit mound, making the big tit wet and hot. He took little bites on the hot tit flesh and left red teeth marks scattered all over.
Leslie closed her eyes and drooled. The youth nibbled the hell out of her tit, and when he was finished with it, the tit was hard and wet and red. He examined the tit for a second, then lowered his head to the other tit.
"Eeeee!" squealed the widow when her other tit was seized. "Oooooh! You're a hungry boy, aren't you? You love to suck big tits, don't you? Well, hurry up and suck the damned thing. I need to be fucked real soon."
The youth finished with the tit in record time. But in that short time he practically mangled the hot sucker. When he finally did lift his head, spit was dripping from his lips, and blood was gushing through the tit's veins. Leslie couldn't believe the intense throbbing and swelling she was experiencing in her tit, but instead of complaining, she just quietly hoped that the kid would give her pussy the same harsh treatment.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned when she felt the boy move into position to fuck her. "That's right, son, mount your horsie and ride the hell out of her. Show her who's boss. Fuck me, kid, fuck me!"
The youth reached under Leslie and grabbed two handfuls of asscheeks. Holding onto the ass meat tightly, he pushed his fat prick head in between her cunt lips and into her fuck hole. The widow gasped as the prick head entered her cunt, then she let out a long sigh.
The boy kept pushing, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into the widow's gaping fuck hole. Her hot buttery cunt stretched to make way for his thick cock, then slammed shut around the boy's fucker. The snug fit reminded him of a hot rubber glove.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried, grimacing. "You're trying to make me come! I know you are, bitch! But it won't work-I'm not going to come until I've fucked your damned brains out!"
With that, the youth slammed his prick balls-deep and made the widow grunt. His prick head speared the deepest parts of her pussy hole. His thick cock root drove her pussy lips far apart, nearly splitting her pussy open. His big balls pressed into her crotch. Leslie rolled her eyes as the fire reached to her brain.
"Ohhhhh!" cried the widow, and she bucked her ass up off the lush carpet. "Iiieeee! My pussy is on fire, damn you!"
The widow began to slam her pussy up into the boy, determined to find out how much of a man he really was. She clawed his shoulders and punished his spine with her heels as she did so. All she could think of was the huge prick stretching her cunt repeatedly and the muscular chest flattening her tits mercilessly.
The dark-haired kid met the widow's challenge bravely. His hairy ass rose and fell between her wide-spread thighs. His prick fucked balls-deep, withdrew halfway, then fucked balls-deep again. The pain in his balls was immense, but he was determined to show her who was boss.
Their groins slapped together lewdly, filling the air with wet disgusting noises. Pussy juice sprayed every which way. Her ass jiggled enticingly. She banged his balls as much as she could with her cunt lips, knowing by his cries that he was burning.
"Ungh!" she moaned, her head shaking from side to side. "You're nailing me real good, honey. I want you to nail me right to the fucking floor. Do it, son, do it!"
Grunts and groans and wet slapping noises continued to fill the air as the two on the floor fucked one another senseless. The boy's cock fucked deep time and again, stretching the woman's cunt walls and stirring her cunt juices. The woman's cunt muscles strained against the plunging cock to bring the cock's jizz nearer to the boiling point. The others watched in awe, waiting for the explosion that had to come.
"Ohhhhh!" moaned the youth, his balls aching fiercely. "You ball-busting bitch! I'm going to come! I'm going to drown your mother-fucking pussy! Feel my jizz, slut!"
"Ohhhhh!" cried the widow, her mouth opened wide, her face strained. "I feel it, you sweet-fucking boy! Now feel my cunt juice! I'm going to flood your big prick!"
"Ahhhhh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" he yelled.
"Me too, you son of a bitch! I'm coming too!"
Pussy cream and prick jizz exploded and burned them mercilessly. Their groins were soaked by the fuck juices. The hot fuck cream made their head spin and made them thrash wildly even after their orgasms. They continued to fuck until their fuck juices were drained.
Leslie clung to the young boy, enjoying his jizz, his sweat, and his spit. She could tell from his heavy breathing that he had had as much fun as she. As his cock slowly shrank to normal, she used her cunt to milk out the last few drops of jizz.
When the two finally separated, there was a damp spot on the carpet. But neither cared; they were feeling too good to be worried about anything. Leslie licked the boy's prick clean then pulled herself to her feet and plopped down on the sofa beside Sarah and Karen and Cindy. It then dawned on her that she had fucked out all four of the boys.
"Sorry, girls, I didn't mean to be greedy. It's just that I couldn't pass up all that young cock meat. If I ruined your plans, I'm truly sorry, really
I am."
"No, not at all," said Sarah. "It was fun watching you at work. You're a real pro. I've never seen anyone fuck and suck like that. Not even my mother, and she loves to fuck and suck."
CHAPTER EIGHT
As if on cue, Mrs. Piatt walked through the front door, and right behind her was her husband. When they came into the living room, it only took them a second to see what was going on.
"This is some lunch party you're having, Sarah," said the little blonde. "At first guess, I'd say you girls won."
"Leslie won," said Sarah. "She wore out all four of them. The rest of us never even got wet."
"Well, is that so, Leslie? You have been a busy little housekeeper today, haven't you?"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Piatt. I just got carried away. I guess my mouth and pussy are too much for young boys."
"Maybe so, but there's no need to apologize. I probably would have done the same thing if I were in your place." Then, looking around at the four fucked-out boys, Susan said: "In fact, I'm sure I would have done the same thing. Those are some mighty good-looking studs. Too bad I missed all the fun. Well, carry on, Sarah. Your father and I are going upstairs, and we don't wish to be disturbed."
"All right, mother. We'll try to keep the noise down. It'll probably be another half hour or so before any of the boys are in condition to make us girls scream. Until then, we'll just quietly lick each other's cunt."
"And don't worry," said Leslie. "I've finished all my housework. But let me know if you or your husband want anything to eat. It'll only take me a second to prepare it."
"As a matter-of-fact, we would like something to eat. Wouldn't we, John?"
"Of course, honey," said the man, grinning.
"Fine," said Leslie, standing. "I'll just get dressed and go back into the kitchen and see what I've got."
"We know what you've got," said John, rubbing his cock-bulge. "Yes," said Susan, taking the widow's hand.
"And you won't need your clothes or the kitchen to serve it to us. Come upstairs with us, darling. The three of us are going to do some real hot cooking-on your bed!"
* * *
Leslie stared up at the ceiling as the two naked people at her side ran their hands up and down her smooth body. Susan was obviously fascinated with her big tits, and John seemed excited over her hairy pussy lips. But Leslie wasn't complaining, for the two were making her feel damned good.
"Let's try something," said Susan, crawling down between the widow's wide-spread legs. "I want to see if you can take my husband's big cock and my long hot tongue at the same time. But don't worry-they won't be in the same place."
Susan then pushed the widow's legs farther back and lowered her blonde head to the woman's black-haired cunt mound. Leslie gasped when she felt the woman's wet tongue on her tender fuck meat, but then the gasp turned into a grunt when John straddled her tits, placing his knees on either side of her body.
"While my wife eats out your pussy, I'm going to fuck your tits," the big dark-haired man told her. Just relax and enjoy."
Leslie was not able to relax. Susan's tongue slithered up and down her pussy lips, tantalizing her fuck meat and soaking her thick cunt hairs.
Jolts of delight raced up the widow's cunt tube, and she began to writhe.
John, after telling her to relax, reached down and grabbed two handfuls of tit meat. He massaged the big tit mounds like a madman, pinching and squeezing and probing. He closed his fists as tightly as he could, mashing the big tits and causing tit meat to squeeze between his fingers.
"Ahhhhh!" cried Leslie, wincing. "You're torturing me! Oh, shit! I don't know which is worse, your hands or your wife's tongue! I just know I'm on fire!"
Susan snaked her tongue into Leslie's cunt crack and licked its entire length. As she licked, her tongue's thickness forced the pussy lips farther apart, while her tongue's bumpy surface jolted the hell out of Leslie's tender cunt.
Susan lapped noisily, gathering pussy juice and spreading spit. She jolted the fuck meat so much she caused the blood to gush through the many veins, and soon the woman's cunt meat was red and swollen. But she didn't let that stop her; she kept licking, burying her nose and lips into Leslie's hairy cunt, until the widow started bucking her ass wildly.
Meanwhile, John's rough massage made her tits swell up and begin to throb. When that happened, the man released his grip and then placed his cock in between the two red-hot tit mounds. Leslie grunted when she felt the man's long fat pricks resting in her cleavage.
John, wincing from the heat, then grabbed the woman's tits once again and pressed them together against his cock. He created a lot of pressure on his prick, and his fucker began to throb hotly. In the midst of all that heat, John held her tits together and started fucking his big prick in and out of the tit sandwich.
"Ohhhh!" he groaned, throwing his head back. "That's some hot stuff! Wow, what a way to fuck!"
"You're telling me!" shouted Leslie, shaking her head. "My tits feel like they're on fire! Oh, your prick is murder wherever you stick it."
Leslie looked down at the big fat cock fucking back and forth between her tits. The cock's red color and flaring piss hole excited her, and she stuck out her tongue, hoping the cock head would reach her mouth eventually. Even though it never did, she still enjoyed the strong cock aroma that filled her nostrils.
While the cock burned her tit meat and teased her hungry mouth, Susan's tongue delved deep into her fuck hole. The widow shivered all over as the greasy licker stretched her cunt walls and jarred her senses. The bliss was almost more than she could stand.
Susan's hot breath blew into Leslie's cunt hole and added to the fire that was raging there. Susan twisted her head this way and that in an effort to reach all parts of the widow's cunt hole. With pussy hairs clogging up her nostrils and hot pussy meat enveloping her mouth, the little blonde slurped and lapped passionately.
"Eeeeee!" squealed Leslie, lifting her ass up off the mattress. "Eat meeee! Oh, shit! That bitch must be hungry!"
"We all are," said John, slamming his hard cock in and out between the woman's pressed-together tits. "We're hungry for your hot body." He thumbed her nips as he fucked her tits hard.
Leslie's fat tits burned the shit out of John's cock. Waves of bliss filled his loins. Rockets burst in his head. His face became sweaty; his voice hoarse. He knew his cock would soon be spurting cum all over those hot tits.
Susan repeatedly stabbed Leslie's cunt hole with her tongue. She tasted the hot cuntal folds and found them yummy. She drank the housekeeper's cunt juices and loved every drop. She massaged the soft cunt meat in her efforts to bring the tall widow off.
But it wasn't until Susan reached for the widow's swollen clit that she really made Leslie jump. The little blonde seized the pink fuck knob between her teeth and rolled it around as if it were a drop of candy. As she rolled the clit around, she tongued it, smearing the clit with spit.
"Iiieeee!" howled Leslie, her eyes rolling and her tongue wagging. "Ohhhhh! Shiiyyiit! My cliiiitt!"
The bedsprings started creaking as the two made the widow burn. John fucked his cock between her tits repeatedly, his cock knob stopping just short of her mouth. Susan chewed on her clit brutally, her sharp teeth injecting lightning bolts that rocked Leslie hard. The two worked in unison to get their housekeeper's pussy juices flowing.
"Ahhhhh!" cried Leslie. Her pussy was growing wetter, and lewd slurping noises reached her ears. Her tits were growing hotter as the friction increased.
Suddenly Leslie saw John's cock swell up, and then she felt an intense throbbing. She watched the flaring piss slit closely, as if expecting something to blow out of it. When the man's fuck-thrusts increased and he began screaming, Leslie opened her mouth widely and forced her face as close to the cock as she could.
"Ahhhhh!" howled John, his face twisted. "Your tits are too hot for me! I can't hold back any longer! Ahhhh! I'm coming!"
His nails sank deep into the soft tit meat as his cock blew a thick wad of jizz up into the widow's face. The creamy white cum smacked her in the forehead and then was followed by another wad that landed near her nostrils. Leslie groaned, bracing herself for more wads of cum.
"Ohhhh!" cried John, still thrusting his cum-spurting prick. "I want you to have it all, bitch! Eat my fucking cum!"
More thick cock cream blew out of the man's piss hole and shot up into Leslie's face. The white cum soon covered her cheeks and eyes. Some jism even landed on her tongue, making her very happy. She held her tongue out, catching more and more of the flying cum, until the prick finally stopped spurting. By then, her face was a mess.
"Ooooooh!" groaned John, his body still, his breathing rapid and erratic. "Your tits are almost as nice as your cunt." , As the man rested on top of her, with his dripping prick now oiling her tits and making them very slippery, Susan continued to torture her cunt. The blonde made the brunette's pussy juices drip, and she made the woman's clit flare up, ready to explode. Leslie couldn't describe the fiery sensations she was feeling.
"Ahhhh!" cried the widow, licking her face and rubbing her sopping tits. "My pussy! My pussy! I can't take much more!"
Finally, with lapping noises filling the air, Leslie started trembling out of control. Spasms overtook her body and made her completely helpless. She gurgled and groaned, all the time bouncing her plugged-up pussy every which way.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried, sweat pouring down her cum-splattered face. "Shiiit! Oh, I'm coming! Yeesss! I'm coming! Eat my cum, bitch!"
Leslie grabbed hold of her jizz-smeared tits and squeezed them hard as her pussy juices erupted and flooded Susan's little mouth. The fire she felt was unbelievable; she was experiencing an intense orgasm. She continued to jerk and thrash, all the time spilling her pussy cream.
Susan sucked in as much cunt cum as she could. Her belly was soon full of the creamy cunt juice. But she continued to lap and slurp in an attempt to make the woman's cunt clean again.
"Eeeeee!" squealed Leslie, feeling Susan's tongue. "Oooooh! You never get enough, do you? What a horny pussy-eater!"
Susan made Leslie's cunt meat and cunt hairs sparkle with spit. Then the little bitch lifted her head and crawled back up to the widow's face. She had a gleam in her eye that Leslie could not understand.
Leslie rested for a second, long enough to let her spinning mind settle. Her tits and face were coated with cum, and her cunt was oozing pussy juice. Her body was still tingling from her orgasmic spasms, and she knew it would be some time before the blissful sensations left her completely. Even so, Susan and John were changing positions, ready for another round of fucking.
"Come on, Leslie," said Susan, now lying on her back, with her legs spread wide. "You're not tired, are you? I want you to eat my pussy now. Come on, return the favor. Show me what a great cunt-licker you are."
"Yes," said John, pushing the widow over on her belly. "Get up on your knees. I want to fuck your ass while you're eating my wife's cunt. My prick is still hard even though I gave you a full load of jizz."
Breathing deeply, Leslie did as they wanted, jutting her big ass up into the air while lowering her head to taste the blonde's pussy. As she did so, she thought about how lucky she was to belong to such a great family. Here, she would have a home, a job, friends, and lovers. And she would never be down and out again, spending her time on a park bench. The awful things that had happened to her since her husband's death, and even during her marriage, were history now.
"Eeeeee! Oooooo!" she squealed as John's big prick plunged balls-deep into her hot asshole. "I love it! I love you both!"
Then she lowered her head and started slurping on Susan's golden-haired pussy.
