Tom Allison: The wife_s hot itch

Donna was so flustered by Harry Townes' good looks that she forgot her resolve to send him away. "Why yes, of course," she replied awkwardly, and held open, the door. "Come right in."

The salesman grinned and walked straight past Donna into the living room, finding it as instinctively as a bloodhound following a scent. But as he passed her she saw him glance at her big, braless tits jiggling under the bathrobe, and she knew he'd become aware of the extreme voluptuousness of her young body.

Donna cursed herself as she closed the door and followed him into the living room. Her cunt was getting wet again. She was so horny that even a stranger's passing glance could turn her on.

"Have a seat anywhere, ma'am," Harry Townes said. He knelt on the floor, unbuckled his carrying case and started pulling out various brushes and bottles. "As long as you can see the Atlas presentation."

Donna sat on the couch and crossed her long legs demurely so Mr. Townes wouldn't be able to see her moist pussy bush between her luscious thighs. Townes continued to spread the bottles and brushes on the rug, prattling his way through his sales pitch. Then he stopped suddenly, lifted his head and sniffed the air as a lewd grin spread across his face.

"Uh, ma'am, I hope you don't mind a personal question, but would you mind telling me the origin of that captivating smell detected by these here nostrils?"

It took Donna a moment to understand what Townes had referred to. Then a hot blush spread through her cheeks, and she lowered her head in shame. The salesman could smell her cunt! She'd finger-fucked herself so many times that day that the whole house stunk of pussy?

"Just as I thought, ma'am. One'll get you ten your sticky fingers were dallying in a little afternoon delight when I knocked on your door!"

"What?" Donna gasped. She gaped at Townes' demonically lustful expression, unable to believe his boldness. "Why, Mr. Townes, how can you… I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I think you do, ma'am. You were masturbating, weren't you? It doesn't look like you've got one hell of a lot on under that bathrobe. Now I truly am sorry I interrupted you. Who wants to listen to some old salesman when you can enjoy a good come?"

"Why, Mr. Townes!"

Townes' grin broadened. Pushing the bottles and brushes out of the way, he waddled on his knees to Donna's couch. It took Donna a moment to realize he was making a pass at her. Then her cunt literally started throbbing, and she suddenly felt hornier than ever before in her life.

"But don't you fret, ma'am. Every salesman has to be a jack of all trades, in a way. I think there's something I can apply to that sweet pussy of yours that'll be considerably more gratifying than your finger."

Townes knelt oh the floor next to her legs and thrust his hands under her thighs, cupping the peach-shaped cheeks of her naked ass. Donna stared down at him with wide, disbelieving eyes, too shocked to do anything to stop him. Then he pulled apart the halves of her bathrobe, exposing the huge globes of her tits and her hairy cunt triangle.

"You wouldn't mind if I sucked your pussy, would you, ma'am?" Townes asked hoarsely. He spread her thighs and sighed as he saw the pouting lips of her dripping pussy. "Mmmm, does that ever look tasty! Awfully wet, too, if I do say so myself. No, I don't think you'll mind at all."

Again Townes dug his hands into the spongy cheeks of her ass. Then his head sank forward. He buried his face in the sopping wetness of her hairy cunt.

Donna finally recovered herself enough to protest. "No!" she shrieked. Desperately she tried to get away from him, staring in horror at his head of gray hair between her legs. "Oh, Mr. Townes, you stop that! I'm going to call the police! I'm married, oh you filthy, I'm going to… I'm gonna… ohhh…"

Then his tongue touched her pussy, and the wards of protest died in her throat. Donna had never had her cunt sucked before. Her husband had said it was a perversion, something only whores and junkies did. Donna had fantasized about it a couple of times, but her husband's opinion had made her feel guilty. She'd never known before that cunt sucking felt so good.

Suddenly waves of hot, tingling pleasure coursed trough her pussy as Townes bathed it with his tongue. Her nipples hardened. Her freshly aroused clit rose from its protective hood.

Donna shuddered hard, then stiffened. For several seconds she froze in position on the couch, with her thighs spread and Townes lapping greedily away between them, neither encouraging nor discouraging the lustful salesman. Townes' moans were muffled as he worked between her soft young thighs; wantonly he licked up the pungent fuck juices oozing from her slit.

A thousand thoughts raced through Donna's mind. She couldn't cheat on her husband. It was wrong, she'd never fucked another man before, it was sinful, she was a good girl, she wasn't supposed to. But she was so horny, and it felt so good.

Almost involuntarily, unable to control herself any longer, Donna splayed her legs as far apart as they would go. She grabbed Townes' thick gray hair and pulled his face deeper onto the mushy wetness of her fuck hole. Then she began to buck and gyrate her hot ass off the edge of the couch, fucking her pussy all over his face.

"Suck it," she whimpered shamefully. "Oh Mr. Townes, you've got me so hot! Unh, unh Christ, I can't stop myself anymore! Eat my pussy now, make it wet, make me come!"

Townes giggled triumphantly. Then he applied himself to Donna's delicious pussy with new energy, determined to help her enjoy the hardest come of her life.

His tongue lapped smoothly up her hot pink slit, darting into the pink inner sheath of her fuck tunnel. Gradually he withdrew one hand from her bouncing asscheeks and slid it up the insides of her tender young thighs. He pushed two fingers into her clasping cunt and slowly started to jack her off, pounding his knuckles onto the plump, hairy mound of her pussy.

"Nhuuunhh!" Donna squealed. Her expression contorted obscenely as the heat of lust burned deep inside her cunt. "Suck it, Mr. Townes!" Locking her thighs around his temples, she humped her ass as fast and as hard as she could. "Suck it, oh fuck, you're making me come! Suck my pussy, oh please, oh God!"

Townes managed to push her thighs apart again and jacked her off harder, inserting a third finger into the curly-haired lips of her snatch. He moved his tongue up her cunt and flicked her swollen clit, knowing that it was probably the first time a man had ever applied direct pressure on the most sensitive nub of Donna's body.

"Awwwww fuck!" Donna shrieked. Her big tits jiggled as she squealed in ecstasy, grunting and biting her lip, almost unable to bear the sensations shooting through her pussy. "My pussy, oh God, suck my clit! I'm gonna come, Mr. Townes!"

Townes glued his lips to the stiffened bud of her clit. He sucked it hard, flicking his tongue on the pink tip. Donna was so horny that even her pink little asshole puckered in and out. Townes increased the sucking pressure on her clit and jammed his fingers as far up her cunt as they would go.

"Coming now, awwww yes, suck it!" Donna cried. The burning waves of pleasure burst suddenly through her fuck hole, forcing her clit to twitch and her pussy muscles to suck needfully around Townes' fingers. "Awwungghh! Oh yes, oh God, cooommmiiinnnggg!"

It was the hardest come she'd ever had in all her twenty-one years. Donna stopped breathing and furiously bit her lips. Her muscles locked. She pulled Townes' hair and lifted her ass off the couch in a tight bow. Again and again the spasms pounded through her cunt, until the juices of her drenched pussy flowed down her thighs.

Finally she collapsed spread-eagled on the couch, sweating and panting in exhaustion. Immediately Townes took his mouth from her steaming cunt. He began to slide up her body, kissing her soft flesh along the way, gluing his mouth to her huge tit and hungrily sucking the red, stiff, silver dollar-sized nipple.