Her hand was grabbing at the cock, pulling it, trying to guide it up her leg to the cravings of her crotch. But Walter took his time and enjoyed mouthfuls of her small breasts and puckered nipples before crawling high enough to touch into the slickness of her cunt.
She was humping up at him eagerly, trying to wrap her screaming cunt around his shaft. 'Please! Please… Mr. Cunningham… Please put it in me!'
He kissed her mouth to silence her and grabbed down to hold each of her thighs with his hands. He lifted them up high and bent them back toward her shoulders. Her crotch was opened up to him fully, the crying lips of her juicy twat sat vulnerably before the flared head of his poised cock.
As he parted his lips from hers, Eileen managed to mouth the word, 'Please.'
The pulpy head of his rod pressed solidly into the wet lips of her cunt and they parted into a wide, tight clamp of moist flesh around him. He pushed and the cock-head stretched the opening wide enough to dig inside. Eileen sucked in a deep breath of air as she felt the straining mass of his cock bite its way inside.
The fantastic squeeze of her small twat embraced every entering inch of his cock as Walter steadily pushed deeper and deeper. The firm flesh of her body trembled under him as he sank his stick to full depth and heard the painful moan come from her gurgling throat,
'Ohhh…' she sighed.
It felt like his cock was wrapped with a thousand burning rubber bands as the muscles of her cunt started shuddering and clamping at him. The flowing liquids creamed around the large guest to welcome it, bathe it with gratitude, cry with happiness all around it.
The grate of his flared head inflamed the tissues of her box as he slowly pulled up and almost all the way out. The deep regions of her cunt felt terribly empty after the cock moved away. She squirmed and lifted up for more. Walter plunged down deep to refill the void with crashing cock and make her shuddering muscles shudder with climax.
Eileen strained up and let out a shrill cry as her belly collapsed and her hips jutted fiercely into the filling stab of his rod. Her insides began to shake and rumble, she grabbed at empty air with her toes, wrapped her arms possessively around his shoulders and kept heaving her glorying pussy up for more and more of the cramming cock.
Walter kept pumping, driving his meat deep and fast as her hole stuttered around it. The spasmodic grabs of her pussy walls tore at his pecker each time it moved. His legs flexed, his hips jerked, his rump dipped deep between her upraised thighs to chum his stick deeper and deeper into the delicacy of the climaxing cunt.
He reached down and grabbed her ass to hold her writhing torso steady as he plastered himself repeatedly in and out. She was young and hard, eager and willing, she took everything he could manage to shove inside her. His fingers pressed into the tender hole of her ass and she squirmed.
But he inserted his middle finger inside the tight ring and watched her surprised face look up with shock. Beads of sweat coated her upper lip, she tried to speak, to beg him not to probe her ass… but no words came out. Instead a deep sigh of great pleasure issued from her sweet lips, her large eyes were closed away behind the lids.
Walter twirled his finger around as he stabbed his cock faster into the cunt. Her climax had passed and now he could feel her working at him. She was trying to learn, trying to match his rhythm and tempo. As he shoved in she lifted up to catch his thrust. As he withdrew she lowered with a washing twist.
Walter slowed his pace and she caught onto the steady dance of his experienced cock. Steadily they pumped their hot organs in and around each other until Eileen's breath caught, she gasped, another climax was coming. Walter maintained the rhythm and she did her best to keep control.
But her rasping breath grew louder, she bent her head way back and groaned, 'Oh-Mr. Cunningham, it feels so wonderful, so great!'
His cock was melting with fire, the tip tingled and felt like it was going to explode. He could feel the sperm rising in his guts, the length of his cock felt electrically wired, the cream was about to come. He jammed his cock deep into the cunt just as it ignited into another surging climax of sucking muscles and jerking hips.
He cemented her cunt with sperm. It issued in thick, pasty spurts of pure white to coat the inside of her cunt with sticky, hot glue. Eileen felt her box filling with the boiling milk, the hot butter, the churning cream and she pulled his humping body down tight onto hers.
His hips ground with animal abandon between her legs as gush after gush of his cream was given to her. She was proud, honored to know that her pussy was filled with the mature sperm of this man she admired so much. Her legs wrapped around his to hold him in the position forever.
Walter relaxed and let his body revel in the sweet embrace of her thighs. His hips followed each spurt of jizm to plow the head of his cock deep inside her. She humped up happily to take each thrust fully.
The frantic nature of their fucking eased off and he slowly worked his cock in and out of the cream-smeared pussy until the hardness started to die away. Then he withdrew it and heard her moan with disappointment.
'All good things must come to an end,' he whispered into her ear.
'I know. But that was so good. I wish it could just go on forever,' she said.
Her face was glowing with the satisfaction of an accomplished woman. She no longer looked like a juvenile to him, she radiated her maturity, her ability to please and be pleased. Walter sat on the edge of the bed and said, 'I know, I'd like to do it once again but unfortunately I'll have to rest up a while.'
'Can we take a nap?' Eileen eagerly asked.
He shook his head. 'No, I have to get back to the party before I'm missed.'
'Oh.'
'Mrs. Cunningham might be through with her business in the office and wonder where I am,' he said.
'Oh,' she said with disappointment.
Impulsively, Walter turned to her and asked, 'What's going on between Teresa and that young lifeguard… what's his name?'
'Alan? What do you mean?'
'Are they still going out?'
Eileen shook her head. 'No, not anymore.'
'Why not?'
'Well…' she said, then stopped.
Walter looked down at her. 'You're not going to keep secrets from me now, are you?'
She smiled. There was no reason for her not to tell him, Teresa hadn't sworn her to secrecy. 'She was going out with him but Mrs. Cunningham didn't like it. She told Alan to stay away from Teresa… '
Walter's eyebrow lifted. 'Oh? And how did she manage to persuade him?'
Eileen's face flushed with embarrassment. 'Oh… I don't think I should say, Mr. Cunningham.'
He put his hand softly against her cheek and said, 'I think you should, Eileen. I'm only asking because I want to be sure Teresa is happy. I know about the affairs of my wife, I usually find out one way or another. But this is a new one and it smells fishy.'
'Fishy is right,' she emphatically said. 'Teresa really liked Alan and she was awfully mad when Mrs. Cunningham stole him from her!'
'Stole him? Is she sleeping with him?'
Eileen held nothing back. 'Yes. It got Teresa mad enough to make a play for Mrs. Cunningham's usual boyfriend.'
'The bartender? Johnny what's-his-name?'
'Carvel.' Eileen nodded. 'Yes, she wanted to show her mother that two can play the same game.'
Walter stood up and inhaled deeply. 'Well, I'd better straighten this mess out before it goes too far,' he mumbled.
'Do you want me to go with you?' Eileen asked.
'No,' he answered. 'You stay here and take a nap. After I have a talk with my wife she'll probably run home in a rage. I'll most likely feel like staying here for the night.'
Eileen slid under the luxurious covers of the bed. She liked the idea. 'Okay, I'll be waiting.'
'Fine.'
Walter dressed quickly and went to the bathroom. His mind was clear, the effects of the liquor were worn off. He knew what he had to do, something he didn't look forward to, but a necessity to maintain peace between the
