Donna Allen: Naughty nympho wife

She heard a woman moaning somewhere. When Al broke the kiss, Candice turned her head and looked across the room. Despite the dim light, she could still make out what was going on. The girl she'd been looking at before, the one with the net stockings, was on the rug with a man's head between her legs.

"Oh God," Candice whispered to Al.

He chuckled. "Turn you on?"

"I didn't think the party would be like this!"

"What's the difference? People do what they want these days. As long as it doesn't harm anyone, what's the difference. I'd like to boff you just like that. I bet you taste as good as an ice cream sundae!"

"Oh Al."

He chuckled again. He had her bra loose now, her tits naked in his hands. He whispered in her ear, told her he liked the hang of her tits, the weight of them. He said he'd like to paint her nude, maybe the lower part of her body draped in a towel, her shoulders forward to show the weight of her tits.

"I like it when they hang a little," he said. "Come on, let's find a bed somewhere."

"No, we can't. Listen, Al, we can't. We really [missing text]."

He paid no attention to her. He leaned down and took one of her nipples between his teeth. He held her tit in his hand and sucked on her nipple. She moaned. It felt so good. Yes, she would go to bed with him. She knew she would. She would do anything he wanted. As he sucked her tits, she slipped her hand into his lap and searched around for his cock. A quiver went through her when she found it. Al Gorman's cock. It seemed so crazy to have her hand on Al Gorman's cock!

She was turned on. She squeezed his prick through his pants, feeling the hardness of it, his knob, the length of his cock-shaft. She could tell he had a big prick. She liked big ones, big thick cocks. She liked them circumcised, his cock-knob clean and shaped like a helmet, his piss-hole leaking fuck-juice when they were hot. But of course they were all nice, cut or uncut. Men thought too much about cocks. For a woman it was enough for a cock to be hard and thick enough to stretch her cunt-hole. In any case she had Al Gorman's cock twitching in his pants and it felt lovely.

She finally agreed to go with him to a bedroom. It was either that or have him force her to do something right there in front of everyone. She wasn't that brave. She wasn't like that girl in the net stockings. Candice saw that the girl was getting fucked now. The guy who'd been eating her now had his body between her legs. The others were watching, grooving on it as they sipped their drinks and fondled each other. Candice was annoyed that no one had warned her the party would be this wild. But she couldn't do anything about it now. Al was pulling her out of the room and she was as hot as he was to find a bed. She needed fucking and Martin was a thousand miles away.

Al found an empty bedroom, led Candice inside and closed the door. She was thankful he left the lights off. She felt too guilty to have the lights on while they were fucking.

In a moment they were on the bed together. They kissed again, a hungry wet kiss that brought a moan to her throat. Al's hand moved between her legs for the first time. He stroked her thighs through her pantyhose, and then her pussy. His fingers danced over the nylon covering her cunt-flesh. He tried peeling her pantyhose down and he had some trouble. She had to help him. She raised her ass so he could strip her pantyhose and panties down and off her feet.

"The unveiling," he said with a chuckle. "Candice unveiled!"

Even in the dark, she was embarrassed. She knew how wet she was. Her fuck-juices always flowed heavily when she was turned on and she knew what he would find down there. She groaned as his fingers touched her. He worked his fingertips through her sopping cunt.

"Like Niagara Falls," he said.

"I shouldn't be doing this."

"Never mind that crap. Go on, take my cock out. Unzip my fly and take it out."

Yes, she did want to. As he stroked her pussy, she unzipped his fly, fished inside for his cock and brought it out. His cock snapped to attention when it came out. She fingered his cockhead and found that he was uncircumcised. She liked the other kind better but this was a nice one. She rolled his foreskin back and forth over his cock-knob.

He licked her ear. "Nice?"

"You're big."

"Yeah, I'm big. Big fat salami for this wet pussy. I bet you like them big."

She said nothing. She was excited. She loved the feel of his hot cock beneath her fingers.

"I want to eat you," he said. "I can't let all this fuck-juice go to waste. Do you like having your pussy sucked? Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like ft." She was sure he was teasing her. How could a woman pot like it? She always came like crazy when Martin went down on her.

Al slipped away from her. The room was dark but she could see him moving around. He peeled his pants and shorts off. Then he was on the bed again with his head between her legs. She groaned as he pushed her knees back. She groaned again when he clamped his mouth over her cunt.

She was sorry now she couldn't see him. She wanted to see what he looked like naked. He had a strong body and she guessed he would look very masculine because of all the hair.

His tongue felt so marvelous. He licked up and down, pushing between her cunt-lips, sucking at her fuck-juices. Niagara Falls, he called it. Well, if he was thirsty he would get enough of it. She wanted to scream with happiness each time his tongue rasped against her clit. She never had any trouble coming when she had her pussy eaten. She could feel it working now, the pleasure building, that tingling feeling and then the beginning of the rush. She pumped her ass as she came. Al kept her knees pushed back, but she pumped her ass as she went off.

Finally he came up for air. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and leaned over her to kiss her. "I sure got a mouthful."

She quivered. "I get very wet. I'm sorry."

He chuckled in her ear. "I like it. You get wet and I get hard. That's a good match, isn't it?"

She pulled away from him and twisted her body around to get her head on his belly. Al sighed as he lay flat on the bed. She ran her fingers around his crotch, over his belly and thighs and then close to his cock. Yes, he was hairy. All that curled hair down there. And she could smell him. She had the male smell of him in her nose. She moved her face closer to his cock and balls and sniffed at them. She loved the smell of a man's crotch. Martin never knew how much she loved it. Just smelling Martin's balls always made her crazy with lust.

Extending her tongue, she started licking around the thick base of Al's cock. His cock was on its side. She moved it with her fingers so that it lay straight up along his belly. This exposed the underside of his cock and now she licked it up and down. At the same time she ran her fingertips over his hairy ball-bag. She felt the big balls in there. She felt each egg with her fingers. She lifted the whole bag in her hand and rolled his balls around.

"Christ, get your mouth on it!" he said.

She giggled quietly and finally took his cock knob between her lips. Men were always so anxious to get sucked. She could feel Al's cock throbbing in her mouth. The heat of it was lovely, the heat and the taste and the smell of his balls. She took more and more of his cock in her mouth, all the way down until she had most of it inside. Then she pulled back slowly, pulling at his cock-skin with her lips, pulling his foreskin over the rim of his cock-head.

She was turned on by his cock. It felt good in her mouth. Big and fat, the skin so soft, almost like silk, and yet underneath was the hard muscle to ream out a cunt-hole. She'd been crazy about cocks ever since the first time she touched one. Crazy about touching them and crazy about sucking them.