Tom Allison - The wife_s hot itch

Bobby squeezed her tits and reamed out her cunt harder than ever, moaning as the last drops of jism burned from the crown of his hard-on. Donna shuddered as the familiar tingling, aching heat built to a crescendo in the depths of her pussy. Then she was coming too, shooting off all over her young brother's thrusting cock.

When the spasms finally subsided Donna pulled away from her brothers fuck-wilted cock, unable to stand any more titillation of her ravaged pussy. Together they lay naked on the bathroom floor, panting with the exhaustion of a good, hard fuck.

Donna knew she was going to keep on giving him her pussy. She'd tried to resist, but it was impossible. How could she walk away from the most satisfying fuck of her life? Now the only problem was her husband. If he found out about their fuck sessions, Donna was afraid to think of what he might do.

"When do I get to fuck you again?" Bobby asked bluntly.

Donna giggled, then sighed. "If you're careful, any time you like."

At eleven that night, Donna went to bed with her husband. She waited until she was sure Roy was asleep, then slipped off the covers and crept upstairs to join Bobby in his room.

They fucked several times, grunting and groaning and humping feverishly as they brought each other from one climax to the next. At two in the morning, Bobby had finally had enough. Donna tip-toed downstairs and snuck quietly back into her bedroom.

She would never have tried to fuck Bobby while Roy was home if she hadn't been sure she could get away with it. Ordinarily Roy was a very sound sleeper. She had a hard enough time awakening him when he had to go to work in the morning. But this time, he turned and switched on the lamp on the night stand as Donna was trying to get back into bed.

Donna froze. She was naked. Bobby's saliva and tooth marks were still visible on her fat, red nipples. Her pussy hairs were matted with his cum, and traces of her brother's jism still shone on her damp silt. Roy turned from the lamp and stared at her darkly. Already Donna knew she was in serious trouble.

"Why, R-r-roy," she stammered. "I didn't mean to wake you up, honey. You're ordinarily such a sound sleeper."

"I know I am," Roy interrupted. "Now where the fuck were you?"

Roy's expression was so menacing that Donna was sure he knew the answer to his question. But she was so frightened that she couldn't stop herself from lying.

"Well, I… I went to the bathroom, Roy. I had to pee. I mean, is that all right? Can't a girl even get up to go?"

"You been out of this bed for three hours, honey. That's the longest pee I ever heard."

Donna blushed and gulped. A small, sadistic smile cracked Roy's lips.

"Hey, Donna, what was that sound I heard upstairs? That creaking noise, like a mattress. It sounded like it came from Bobby's room. Damn if I can figure it out. It's been keeping me awake for the past three hours."

Donna felt her face going pale. "I don't think… I don't know what you're talking about, Roy. I didn't hear anything, honest."

Roy chuckled. "I guess you didn't, especially when you were the one making the racket. Next time remember to oil the bedsprings when you want to sneak around. I've been lying here for the past three hours listening to you fucking your brains out with your kid brother."

"Roy, please don't say such things to me," Donna whispered meekly. "I'd never do anything like that!"

"You lying little cunt!"

His rage was sudden, as if he'd suppressed it deliberately to let it simmer and come out all at once. Snarling, he raised his arm and thrust his fingers, roughly into Donna's dripping cunt.

Donna blushed and bowed her head in shame. Roy's grin became savage as he felt the creamy wetness in her pussy hairs and slit.

"So you been in the bathroom, huh?"

"Roy, please… I can explain."

"You can explain shit! You been upstairs fucking him! Don't try to deny it! I heard you. The one thing I told you not to do, the one thing so sick that I thought even you had the fucking morals, you dirty little…"

Roy stopped, in mid-sentence, threw off the covers and leapt out of bed. Donna bolted towards the door in an effort to get away from him. His face was so contorted with anger that she thought she might kill him.

"No, you don't!" Roy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to the bed. "I told you I was gonna tan your ass if you fucked him! I'm gonna give you what you deserve!"

"Awww, stop it, Roy!" She screamed as he pulled her to her knees before him, desperately struggling to get away. "Let me go."

"Now you're gonna get it." Roy held her hair with one hand and quickly untied his pajama bottoms with the other. "You want some prick, huh? Well, I'm gonna give you all the dick you need."

His pajama bottoms slid down his thighs, revealing his naked cock. Donna was stunned to see how totally hard it was, twitching and jerking before her eyes. Again the knowledge of his wife's adultery had turned him on.

"Suck it, cunt!" Roy grabbed her by the ears and jerked his hips, thrusting his spongy cockhead between her lips. "I'm gonna fuck your face!"

There was no point in trying to resist her husband when he was this angry. Submissively, Donna opened her mouth wide and tilted her chin, gurgling as he jammed his throbbing hard-on down her throat.

"Does that taste good?" Cruelly he pulled her hair and grinned at the spectacle of his wife's face stuffed with the veined shaft of his cock. "You love giving head, don't you? Especially to cute little boys like your brother! Well, now I'm gonna let you suck as much prick as you want! So do it, honey, suck it hard!"

Obediently, Donna clasped her lips around the center of his swollen dick. Already she could feel the wetness returning to her hairy cunt slit, and her nipples stiffening with her growing arousal. It made her ashamed to admit it to herself, but her husband's savage treatment of her was turning her on.

His cockhead oozed cum as he forced it down her throat, stretching her lips into a wide, tight circle around the circumference of his big cock. Donna sucked his dick frantically, puckering and puffing her cheeks to increase the suction in her mouth. She prayed his anger would be calmed by a good, hard come.

"What's the matter, bitch? Can't you take all of my dick? You deep-throated little Bobby, didn't you? Come on, Donna, suck it all the way down!"

Roy tightened his fingers in her hair. Then he violently bucked his ass, cruelly ramming his pulsing cock shaft as far down her throat as he could.

"Ummffff," Donna gurgled. She gagged as her throat passage was blocked by the knob of his dick, and her cheeks reddened as she struggled for air. But she forced herself to breathe through her nostrils and kept sucking relentlessly. Donna knew she had to do what Roy told her to do. He'd beat her if she didn't.

"That's good, Donna. You're getting it now. That's right, take all of my cock. Oh yesss."

Every inch of his dick was down her throat now, so that her nose brushed the thick, wiry hairs over the base of his cock. Donna made loud sucking, slurping sounds as she struggled to accommodate all of his hard-on. Her pussy was throbbing. She could hardly believe how horny it made her feel to be abused.

Roy retracted his dick, pulling back his hips until only the bloated knob soaked in the buttery wetness of his wife's mouth. Then he viciously started fucking her face, slamming his swollen hard-on all the way in and out of her throat.

"Stop it?" Donna burbled. She kept gagging and suffocating as he pumped his cock through the wet circle of her lips. "Ummff Roy… unngggg!"

"You can do it!" Roy said happily. He mouth-fucked her faster and harder, wincing as the cum churned deep inside his balls. "Any whore ought to be able to take a good face fucking. Come on, Donna, don't you want to drink my cum?"