Tom Allison - The wife_s hot itch

While she was still a child, it was apparent that Donna Burling would some day be one of the most fuckable girls in the county. Her face was already gorgeous and her tits had begun to bud. The bone structure of her hips, waist and shoulders promised a mature symmetry that would put starlets and beauty queens to shame.

By the time she turned sixteen, the apparent future had became a mouthwatering reality. Donna was stacked with a capital S. Her tits were huge, firm, creamy-white melons that jiggled when she walked and formed a provocative shelf under the most modest clothes. Donna's legs were long and shapely, and her ass was the tightest and sweetest in town. High-school boys got hard-ons just from watching her walk to class.

Donna longed to give her pussy to these boys as badly as they wanted to fuck her. An extremely high natural libido had developed along with her amply-endowed body. She fantasized stiff, spurting cocks constantly, and finger-fucked her burning cunt to sleep every night. But Donna's parents were unusually strict, and she graduated high school a frustrated virgin.

When she was twenty, Donna's parents finally allowed her to seriously date a young man. The lucky suitor was Roy, a level-headed thirty-four year old with a promising career in accounting. Donna's parents approved of him – Roy obviously wasn't just interested in Donna's body.

Unfortunately, her parents' approval was Donna's disappointment. It maddened her that Roy didn't try to get into her panties, even when they had the privacy to fuck for hours. She craved to stroke and suck his long, stiff prick, to feel the meaty shaft boring into her open cunt.

Soon they were married. On their wedding night, Donna's pussy moistened as she saw her new husband's lean body for the first time. It made her proud that she could give him her own voluptuous figure. But Roy only fucked her once that night, and in subsequent weeks he only fed her his dick every couple of days. Donna was more frustrated than ever. She wanted to fuck three or four times a night.

By the time she was twenty-one, Donna was horny as hell. Roy wanted her to stay at home and be a housewife, so she had all day to rub her pussy and dream about thrusting cocks. It had gotten to the point where the luscious brown-haired wife wanted to give a blow job to every man she saw on the street.

Finally, she decided that things had to change. Donna went to the store that day and blew sixty dollars on a transparent black negligee that barely covered her pussy and showed the fat, crimson nipples of her enormous tits. Another thirty dollars was spent on the best bottle of perfume from the nicest shop in the suburbs.

All evening she pampered her husband, preparing his favorite dinner and doting on him as he watched the tube. When their bedtime rolled around she slipped into the bathroom, put on the negligee and combed her lustrous, long brown hair until it shone. Then she padded barefoot into the bedroom, with her cunt throbbing and dripping with her need to get fucked.

"Surprise, darling," she purred.

Roy put down the magazine he was reading in bed and stared at her blankly. "Surprise, what?"

"Why, darling, don't you like my little outfit?" Donna asked huskily. She cuddled up to him and slid her fingers through the wiry hairs of his muscular chest. "I bought it just for you."

"Should have saved your money," Roy snorted. He retrieved his magazine and went back to his reading. "Cut out the crap, would you, honey? I just screwed you a couple of nights ago. Some other time."

Donna was too horny to be insulted by Roy's lack of enthusiasm, even though she knew any other man would have given up a month's salary to taste her pussy. Sighing, she pushed her hand under the blanket and groped for his big prick.

"Please be nice to tile, Roy," she whimpered hotly. "I want your cock so much…"

Donna cupped her fingers around his dick. His cock was soft, but she felt it swelling immediately as she wrapped her palm around the shaft. Roy fidgeted impatiently.

"God damn it, Donna, knock it off. I told you, some other night."

"Just let me such it, Roy," Donna begged shamelessly. "I'm so horny. You don't know how a woman can feel sometimes. I want to drink your cum so much."

Roy grunted and turned the page of his magazine. Donna knew he wasn't going to stop her. Happily she pushed the blanket down to the foot of the bed, revealing his naked cock.

He had a nice, big prick, with a thick shaft and a fat, rosy knob. On their honeymoon, when she'd first seen his dick in the raw, Donna had wanted to suck it all night. She loved the way his rod felt as it stiffened between her lips, the salty taste of his cum cream as it spurted down her throat.

It was too bad she always had to beg for it like this. Donna lazily stroked his swelling cock for a few minutes, squeezing the veined shaft and tickling his hairy, wrinkled balls. She rested her cheek on his hard stomach and stared intently at his growing dickhead as she jacked him off, occasionally teasing his cum slit with the tip of her tongue.

Roy continued to read his magazine. But his prick had grown to total stiffness, pulsing and twitching painfully with its engorgement of blood. He was getting horny in spite of himself, Donna thought. Maybe if she gave him a nice, juicy blow job, he'd even let her fuck him.

Donna slid her cheek down his stomach until the throbbing tip of his cock poked her chin. Then she opened her mouth wide and let the mushroom-shaped knob of his dick slide down her throat.

Her nipples stiffened through the sheer negligee as she savored the first taste of his hard-on. Her pussy was already as wet and sticky as a swamp. Groaning salaciously, Donna wrapped her lips in a tight circle around the shaft of his prick. Her cheeks puckered as she increased the suction in her mouth.

Then she started sucking, fast and hard. Slurping, gurgling sounds came from the back of her throat as she worked with shameless hunger on her husband's prick. Donna cupped his nuts protectively as she rolled her tongue all over the rosy knob.

"Ungghh," Roy grunted. He kept his eyes on the magazine, but his expression was beginning to cloud with lust. "Jesus, honey. Not so hard."

"What's the matter, darling? Am I making you hot?" Donna whispered teasingly around his saliva-slicked cockhead, then popped the spongy crown back into her mouth. Now she sucked harder than ever. Her cheeks reddened obscenely, as if she were intent upon tugging the meat of his prick out of its root.

His big cock twitched wildly as she darted her tongue into its slit, and she could feel his heavy balls swelling under her fingers. Donna's cunt ached as Roy's dick grew stiffer and stiffer. Wantonly she slipped her hand under her negligee, touching the curly-haired lips of her pussy.

It felt good to jack off as she sucked him. Donna ran her middle finger up and down her pouting, pink slit, feeling the wet stickiness of her fuck juices oozing from her open hole.

Then she rammed her finger all the way up her clasping cunt and began to pump it in and out, teasing her clit as her lips nursed at the thick shaft of Roy's dick.

The jism poured freely from his cockhead now, mingling with her saliva until her mouth was buttery wet. His prick jerked slightly every time she touched the knob with her tongue. Roy had no idea what he was reading now, Donna knew. She clasped his cock shaft in her fist and jerked him off violently as she sucked; that would stop him from being stubborn.

Roy finally dropped his magazine.

"Okay, you little bitch," he muttered savagely. He grabbed Donna's head in both hands and furiously bucked his lean ass off the mattress, pounding his cock down her throat. "You make my dick this stiff, now you get to take care of it. You hear me? Suck it, bitch, suck out my cream!"