Donna Allen - Boys for the wife

"Like this?"

"Yes, that's good. You can stick your finger in there if it turns you on. I like having a finger in my ass."

Suddenly he yanked her panties down.

"Jesus, what a feast this is!"

"Get your mouth on it. I'll bet that damn fool woman is listening at the door."

"You've got a beautiful pussy."

"You told me that before. You wanted to suck it, so get moving. I don't have all day."

He lapped his tongue tentatively over her cuntslit.

"You ought to see how your clit is standing up."

She reached down and felt her clit.

"I know what it looks like. Don't you think I've used a mirror? Come on, Brad, baby, it needs kissing. Give it a kiss and suck my clit. Then we'll fuck and take Miss Smith out other misery."

Her cunt felt inflamed. Brad had come on strong she thought he'd be an experienced cocksman. Now she realized he had a lot to learn. She didn't mind teaching him, but right now she wanted to get laid, period.

She knew she was intimidating him, but she couldn't worry about that. She grabbed his head and shoved his face right into her trench. She closed her thighs around his head to imprison him. Moving her hips in a circular motions, she urged him on.

"You're a good little cunt-lapper," she whispered, toying with his ears. "Mmmmm, baby, I like what you're doing with your tongue."

"You've got a gorgeous cunt!" he mumbled.

"How many have you actually seen?"

"Plenty."

His warm breath, coupled with his wet tongue, made her more anxious than ever to get fucked.

"Is your cock good and hard?" she said.

He snickered, his face still imprisoned inside her thighs.

"What do you think?"

"I think it's very hard. I think it's time it was inside me, screwing me. What do you say?"

When she opened her thighs and released his head, he straightened up. His face was wet with her juices and his eyes were wild and glittering.

She sat up, ran her hand over his crotch and felt the hardness of his cock.

"Take it out," she said, rolling into her hands and knees and shoving her bare ass out.

"You want me to come in from behind?" He seemed surprised at her position.

"Of course. It's a very good position for a woman."

"Jesus, you're something," he murmured, climbing onto the sofa behind her.

"Stick it in."

"I'm trying."

He worked his stiff cock into her wildly twitching hole. She wriggled her ass to encourage him. He fed more of his cock into her hot sucking hole and she heard him shudder.

Jessie giggled. "You mean who else have I been fucking?"

"Of course, darling."

"A high school boy."

"Bully for you! Is he delicious?"

"Of course. Aren't they always?"

"Does he have a friend?" Molly demanded. "Better yet, we can share him sometime."

"Speaking of sharing…"

Her words hung in the air.

Jessie knew what she was referring to. The two friends had been making it together for years.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Jessie said. "Yes, and today would be good for me."

"The kids?"

"They're with my mother."

"You sound horny."

Molly sighed and lowered her voice. "It's easy for you. You don't have two toddlers under foot listening to every word you say and suspicious of everyone who comes to the house."

"You wanted to be a mother."

"I still do, but those little prying eyes!"

"Tell me about your latest." One of the games they played was describing their latest lovers in minute detail.

"His name is Roger and he only fucks ass."

"You're kidding!" Jessie squealed.

"Well, let me tell you a girl's asshole can get sore pretty damn quick."

"I'll bet. Tell me more."

"He comes over here last week, see and the kids are at my mother's so everything's cool. So we go up to my bedroom and get undressed. Well, before I know it he's sawing away in my butt and the phone rings."

"Did you answer it?"

"Yeah, it's instinctive. I always answer the phone."

"Go on."

"It was my mother. Toby fell and had a nose bleed. Roger's still fucking me in the ass and my mother is yelling and I feel myself starting to come. Listen, it's a wonder Roger didn't get turned off, but he didn't. I managed to tell my mother I'd be over to get the kids in a half-hour and to put a wet towel over Toby's nose. Then Roger finally came and I tell you, or do I have to, there's nothing like a jizz-enema."

"You're crazy," Jessie giggled. "Has Roger been back?"

"No, but my ass was getting sore anyway. Say, did I tell you about Sam?"

"No, but all this talk is turning me on."

"Me too. Your place or mine?"

"You sound funny suddenly. Are you jerking off?"

"Yeah, a little. I can't pull anything on you."

"What does a little mean?"

"I've got my fingers in my pussy." Jessie squirmed round, lifted her leg and touched herself.

"Now, you've got me doing it."

"How'd you like my tongue down there?" Molly's voice was excited.

"Come here. Come here and make my day."

"You're on. Be there in half an hour." Molly slammed the phone down. She arrived in twenty minutes and the two friends embraced. As usual Jessie was struck by Molly's vibrant good looks. Even after giving birth to two children her figure was sensational. Molly stalked into the living room, bristling with energy and sexuality.

"I've been thinking about us a lot lately." Jessie followed her, carrying a six-pack and two glasses. "What about?"

Their lesbian relationship was dear to Jessie, even though they didn't have sex more than four or five times a year.

Molly was sprawled put on the sofa. Her tits spilled out of her low-necked sweater and her eyes sparkled.

"I've missed that sweet pussy of yours." When Jessie sat down, Molly took her into her arms. As they kissed, their tits mashed together. The old special magic returned. Jessie sighed.

"Sometimes you just hit the spot," Jessie said.

"And as I remember, that's some spot you have."

"Yours is pretty big too."

"I was thinking in terms of sensitive."

"Oh, Molly, let's take our clothes off. Did I tell you that Chuck never got undressed?"

"Sounds like he knows where it's at."

They took the beer upstairs to the master bedroom and undressed. Jessie was delighted to see that Molly had no panties or bra on. She was naked under her sweater and skirt.

Jessie took a perverse delight in balling Molly on the bed she shared with John. John was so damn laid-back and casual about sex. She liked doing kinky things where he put his head.

Usually the two friends took turns being dominant and passive. Today Jessie felt like being aggressive. Molly quickly understood.

"Take me, I'm yours," the redhead giggled, holding her arms limply at her sides.

"Let me suck those gorgeous tits," Jessie said, her lips already close to one of Molly's pink nipples.

"Mmmmmm, you can suck my tits anytime."

"You're just happy not to be taking it in the ass for a change."

"You're so right."

Jessie moved her mouth from one tit to the other. Molly toyed with her hair and murmured endearments. Jessie's hands weren't idle. They were all over Molly's lush ass and between her velvet-soft thighs.

"You never have any trouble finding my clit, do you?" Molly giggled.

"How could I?" Jessie mumbled, her lips fastened to the redhead's tit.

Molly squatted slightly, opening herself to Jessie's probing fingers.

"Please," she moaned. "It's been days since I've had anything in my pussy."

"What about Robert?" Robert was Molly's husband.

Molly sighed. "He's in a celibate mood."

"Not again?"

"Yes, he says it cleanses his soul."

"Oh, God!"

"Mmmmm, I like what you're doing with your tongue."