"My husband left me," she said quietly.
Harry nodded in understanding. "I had a wife who skipped out on me years ago," he lied, hoping to gain the woman's confidence. She was shaking so hard, she needed to be fucked and fucked bad.
"Then you do know how I feel!" she cried. "Oh, how could you bear it… but then, you're a man, you wouldn't have to worry."
"You mean about finding somebody to fuck?"
She looked at him, embarrassed. "Yes," she admitted quietly. "Oh, my cunt is so horny. It seems like forever since I've had a good hard prick inside me." She collapsed to her knees, sobbing.
"You poor thing," Harry said, hurrying to her side. "Don't you worry another minute about your cunt. Ol' Harry will take care of it. Now, honey, what's your name?"
"Angie."
"Angie, I want you to get undressed for me. Your cunt is going to get the reaming you deserve."
"Oh, Harry," she sobbed happily, "do you mean it?" She read the look of lust in his eyes and she knew that this was indeed her lucky day. She had been so horny, she had scarcely been able to walk without rubbing her thighs together. Now, she was going to be able to fuck a hot, prick to ease the ache in her cunt.
Her hands reached out timidly, fumbling with the zipper of his trousers. Harry did not reach down and help her. He decided that she wanted to undress him. He was only too happy to oblige.
He inhaled sharply as her hand moved against his naked flesh. She had pulled down his zipper and stuck her hand inside his fly. He shuddered and moaned at the hot contact of her fingers.
"Oh, it is a prick! A hot thick prick!" Angie sobbed. "It's been so long!" One by one, her fingers curled around the throbbing length of Harry's prick. She pulled it away from the confines of his trousers, watching with lewd fascination as his rock-hard prick stuck out straight from his fly.
She began to jerk his prick savagely up and down. Her fingernails trailed sensuously along its length. She stroked him rapidly, moving up and down, up and down, from the hairy base of his balls to the tip of his cockhead. Her sweaty, eager palm was moist and slippery against his throbbing flesh.
"Oh, it feels so good to touch a prick again! So damned good! I can't wait to feel it reaming out my cunt! Oh, God, look at this thick, meaty cock!"
Closing his eyes, Harry savored the pumping pleasures Angie was bringing to his twitching prick. She gripped him with a firmness he found remarkable. Her strokes were long and deep. She pulled from the root to the bulbous head of his cock.
"Get undressed, Angie," he hissed, then stepped back for a moment to watch her. He smiled as she unveiled her tits, one at a time. The firm thrusting nipples were twin peaks of desire. Her cunt muff had a teasing, welcoming look about it that would drive any man wild.
He reached out and wrapped his hands around her firm, high set tits. She went back to stroking his hardened prick. He enjoyed the weight of her tits in his hands. He lifted them, pulled them, squeezed them together. Her nipples begged for more.
"I want to watch your prick," Angie whispered. "I want to watch your prick while I'm jerking you off."
Harry moved back a little, reluctantly releasing his grip on her tits. His only contact point with her now was her grip on his prick. He wanted to watch her stroking ministrations to his prick, too.
His cock was swollen and throbbing. The thick red length of his prick contrasted sharply with Angie's pale white fingers. She stroked it with smooth, fluid motions. He could feel his prick growing hotter, harder, thicker.
"Oh, I'm so hot!" she gasped. "Jerking your cock is setting my cunt on fire."
She resisted the almost overwhelming urge to sink to her knees and take his thickened prick between her lips. Her cunt needed relief.
"Would you lick my cunt for me, Harry?" she asked. "Please, would you lick my cunt?"
She didn't wait for his answer. She lay down on the carpeted floor and spread her legs wide. One look at her gaping, creaming cunt was all the incentive Harry needed. He dropped to his knees between her legs.
"Make me come, Harry!" she begged.
Harry leaned toward her fired-up cunt, his naked cock throbbing wildly. His breath was coming in heady gasps. She was more than he had bargained for. Her legs were spread lewdly, invitingly. He licked his lips in anticipation.
"Lick me! Lick me, Harry, please!"
Her cunt lurched upward, ramming itself into Harry's open mouth. He could smell the oozing wetness of her pussy. He was highly aroused by the enticing aroma.
"Lick my cunt 'til I come, Harry!" she pleaded. "Oh, God, it's been so long since I came!"
Harry ran his tongue up and down, licking at Angie's cunt. He could feel her body reacting to his touch. Her cunt gushed more wetly.
Her belly jerked spasmodically.
"Oh, that's it!" Angie cried. "Oh, that feels so shittin' good!"
She grabbed his hair and forced him to probe deeper into her pussy with his tongue. Her thighs scissored together around his neck, and she began to hump up and down against his licking tongue. She rocked and bucked.
"Oh, I almost forgot how good a tongue can feel in my cunt," she moaned. "Oh, lick me, Harry. Lick my clit! Lick my cunt!"
His nose nuzzled her muff hair, pressing against her clit. Her whole body jerked as he came in contact with her clit. In a sudden wet thrust, he stuffed his tongue up her cunt hole.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Angie gasped. "That is incredible!"
She ground her cunt against his mouth in a slow, torturous circle, screwing her body along the length of his tongue. His mouth was sealed against her crotch, his tongue inside her pussy, his lips kissing the lips of her cunt.
"Lick me, Harry!" she shrieked. "Lick me hard and deep. I want your friggin' tongue to blast me off!"
Harry rolled his tongue from side to side, jamming it against the trembling wall of her cunt hole. His tongue was straining through his teeth, pressed deeply into the soft moistness of her cunt. Angie's cunt muscles contracted, as if her intention was to snap his tongue off by the root and leave it wiggling inside her. He pulled his tongue back, escaping her crushing cunt.
She moaned with disappointment. She reached out frantically and pulled him back against her. She ground her hips, smearing the wetness from her cunt all over his face. He cupped his hands under her tensed ass muscles, allowing him greater access to her cunt without fear of being smothered. He lapped eagerly, tonguing her clit until a convulsive, shuddering moan ripped through her.
"I'm going to come, Harry!" she screamed.
Harry continued to stab at her clit, aware of the intensity of her pleasure from the shudders that were shaking her body. He pressed her clit hard, forcing it to retreat into the folds of her slippery cunt until only the very tip – the most super-sensitive part of her clit – was exposed to his seeking tongue. He began to stroke it savagely, fanning it in a wild rhythmic beat that sent quivers of ecstasy shooting through Angie.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "Ooohhh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her hips drove at him, as he continued to batter her clit. He licked it, lashed it, lapped it, laved it. He felt it explode under his slopping caress.
"I've come!" she groaned. "I've really come at last! Oh, Harry, oh, oh, oh!"
Her body quivered from the tip of her head to the bottom of her toes. Harry could feel the contractions sweep through her. The tide of her orgasm broke the dam in her cunt. She tensed, stiffened, then relaxed, and stiffened again. Her cunt shot forth a ceaseless gush of cum juice.
"Keep me coming, Harry!" she begged. "Oh, please, keep your tongue in my cunt and keep me coming!"
He could taste the sweetness of her cunt juice and slurped it up eagerly. Her pussy was delicious! His mouth was filled with the glory of her orgasm. He stroked his cock in and out of her, pulling his tongue all the way back until it was lodged between her cuntlips. Then he thrust forward, refilling her contracting fuckhole.