Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

"Ahhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Ahhhhhhh!"

She hadn't imagined anything could feel so great. She moaned hoarsely, steadily, and kept jamming her shapely ass right into his hot sweaty face, literally feeding her pussy to him. She creamed furiously, helplessly, drenching his face. She knew she was making a lewd spectacle of herself, but she just couldn't help it. Harold's expert wicked tongue was driving her crazy She felt the thick rough organ tickling the drooling mouth of her cunt, and she gave a shrill squeal of anticipation. Damn, it would feel great if he got his tongue right in there, right up her seething horny twat.

"Yes, Harold," she panted, "put your tongue in me, darling. I'd like that. Oh, God,yes!"

Harold obliged her, ramming his thick red tongue deep into her cream-soaked little cunt-hole.

Lynn groaned hoarsely and spread her thighs wider, letting him penetrate her cunt right to the root of his wet long tongue. He began to probe and tickle inside her fuck-hole, and she lost control completely.

"Eeeeeeee!" she squealed. "Yes, yes, eat me, eat my cunt!"

Harold's long fat tongue flew in and out of her steamy little twat, and Lynn simply couldn't keep her mind on his cock and balls any more. She dropped them and clawed the table in her dizzying joy. She wailed and panted, and she thought she must be drowning Harold with her flooding cunt-juice.

Just as she was on the point of coming, Harold slipped his tongue out of her drenched cunt. Lynn gave a moan of disappointment-but she wasn't disappointed for long. Harold's wicked tongue crept swiftly lower, till it tickled and rimmed the tight wrinkled brown mouth of her asshole.

"Ohhhhh, Harold, you mustn't!" Lynn gasped.

She felt his slick steamy tongue tip easing right up her asshole. It was a terrible, dirty thing to do-and she'd never felt such violent pleasure in her life. Her protest was feeble, and in a moment she was wailing and clawing the table again.

"Yesssss!!" she screeched.

Harold wriggled his long hot slick tongue all the way into her tight little shitter, right down to the root. Lynn felt the searing penetration clear to her bowels. He began to probe and tickle, and the pleasure washed over her in powerful waves.

"Ummmmm, yesss!" she sobbed. "Yesssss, lick my ass! Ohhhhhhh!"

The orgasm hit her unexpectedly. She hadn't dreamed she could come from-well, from a tongue up her ass. But she did. It was a violent climax, and her rocking body shook the table. Her voice was hoarse and lewd as she screamed her joy.

Blushing, she looked around at Harold, who had now taken his tongue out of her asshole. He was grinning proudly. All his shyness seemed to be gone.

"You liked that, didn't you, Lynn?" he said.

"Yes," she admitted, blushing deeply.

"Good," said Harold. "That's what I like to do most. That's why I come to these places. I was too shy to ask you, so I just went ahead and did it. I'm glad it was good for you.

Lynn couldn't help laughing. If he came back again, he certainly wouldn't have to beg her permission!

"But what can I do for you, Harold?" she said. "I'm supposed to please you, not vice versa."

He reddened. "Well, I really hate to ask, Lynn," he said nervously. "You might not want to. But-but I could really dig it if you sucked me off."

Lynn colored deeply. My God, she'd never taken a cock in her mouth before! She'd thought only whores did that… But, then, wasn't she a whore? And Harold had used his mouth on her. It was only fair that she reciprocate.

She tried to sound eager. "Why, Harold, I'd love to," she said.

He gave a deep sigh and lay back, ginning.

Lynn eyed his tiny limp prick. She shuddered at the thought of taking it into her mouth, sucking on it-but it was only fair. Shivering, she picked up the doughy pale little dick and brought it to her lips. Could she actually do such a wicked thing?

She had to. She didn't let herself think about it any longer. She slipped the soft warm cock between her lips and closed gently around it. It lay on her tongue like a sleepy worm. She began to suck.

"Ahhhhhh," Harold sighed. "Oh, yes, Lynn… That feels so nice."

Well, she'd been trying all evening to get his cock hard, and now she'd done it. Almost the moment his cock touched her wet hot tongue, Harold achieved a fierce erection. The tiny prick lurched sharply in her mouth, grew stiff as a board. She felt: the pointy tip jabbing the roof of her mouth. His cock-juice began to flow. To her relief, it tasted rather nice.

Lynn sucked strongly and swiftly on his rigid little dick. It was no chore. His rod was so small, she could get all of his swollen meat inside her mouth, and it didn't even stretch her lips. In fact it was kind of fun sucking Harold's fat little sausage. How she wished Bill would let her do this to him…

"Awwwwwwww," Harold bawled, "that's great, Lynn! Suck me, oh, suck me! Yes, harder!"

Lynn's glossy head bounced over Harold's crotch as she did her best to please him. Now that she'd started enjoying her work, it wasn't hard to obey. She filled her mouth with steamy saliva and let her sucking get lewdly slurpy and squishy, sensing that the obscene noise would excite him even more.

She was right. Harold squealed shrilly and began humping his bony hips, feeding his stiff little dick in and out of her mouth. His juice dribbled thickly onto her tongue, and she swallowed it with actual pleasure.

My God, if only she'd known years ago what fun it was to blow a man… She and Bill had missed out on so much. It was partly his fault, his silly belief that a good little wife shouldn't do such things. But it was her fault, too, for not working harder to change his mind.

But she didn't think about Bill very long. She was getting too excited. Cock-sucking was a sensual pleasure, a real turn-on. She got a kick out of exciting Harold into a humping, squealing frenzy. His homely horsy face was contorted in a lewd grin of lust.

"Ohhh, golly," he panted, "I'm gonna come, Lynn. Please, eat my cum.

She hadn't thought about that. Of course, if she kept his cock in her mouth, she was going to get a blast of jism. The thought revolted her-but before she could act, Harold was coming, his steamy sperm squirting right down her throat. She had to swallow it or choke.

And she found that she liked it. The whole evening, Harold eating her pussy, she sucking his dick-had been a huge turn-on.

Harold's shyness returned when he crawled off the table to get dressed. He bashfully pressed a ten-dollar tip into her hand and fled from the room. Lynn grinned after him.

Hell, this wasn't such a bad job after all. She awaited her next customer with real excitement…

Bill watched his wife getting ready for work. It seemed to him that she dressed awfully casually- just jeans and shirt and jacket. "Honey," he said, "you don't wear those things to wait on the customers, do you?"

Lynn laughed. "Of course not. I have a costume."

Bill frowned. "What sort of costume? It's not-well, indecent, is it?"

"Bill!" said Lynn. "What kind of place do you think I'm working for? Of course it's not indecent. I'm well covered."

She hated to lie to him like that, but she knew Bill would have a fit if he ever found out what she really did for a living. Still he seemed anxious. He hovered around her as she prepared for work.

"Would you like me to drive you to work, Lynn?" he asked.

"No, I'll take the other car," she said. "If you drove me, you'd have to pick me up at one o'clock in the morning, remember?"

What had gotten into the man? Why was he suddenly so concerned about her? Lynn went off to work wondering.

In fact Bill was not concerned about his wife. He was concerned about himself If he was left alone with Tina again, there was no telling what would happen. He couldn't seem to control himself around the girl.