Donna Allen - Ever horny wife

She insisted on crawling between his legs and licking his prick while he rested. As he had promised, his cock quickly came to life. Opening her jaws wide, she filled her mouth with his fuckmeat.

Wayne had never expected the brunette to be such a sexpot. Usually the big-busted ones who exuded raw sex were a flop in the sack. But this one was different. She gave as good as she got. And she couldn't seem to get enough of any of it.

He lay back and immersed himself in her sucking mouth and groping hands. Her hot mouth felt like a cunt. Again his prick swelled up to its full dimension under her ministrations.

Melanie was in heaven. There was nothing better than a mouthful of cock to set her pussy humming. She slid the ring of her lips up and down his prickshaft and flicked her tongue over his most sensitive spots.

He gripped her head and thrust forward, sending his cock soaring into her throat. Melanie felt her cunt grow warm and wet again. Soon they would fuck. That was always the highlight of the sex act to the faithless wife.

Her sucking grew noisier as she worked her tongue and lips in a frenzy. As she goaded him to greater excitement, she herself became a seething mass of sexual need.

His cock was good as new, stiffer than before he came. Her mouth was slick and juicy, like a cunt.

Now for a good fuck, Melanie thought, rolling onto her back and holding her arms out.

"Fuck me," she said. "Climb into the saddle and fuck me."

Wayne hovered over her and cupped his mouth over her tits. He ran his tongue over her nipples, sending shivers of delight through her body.

As he sucked and licked her stiff nipples, one hand was exploring her hot wet bush. He stroked it with his open palm, running his fingers through the bristly hairs.

Each time he touched a new spot on her cunt, Melanie moaned and strained against him. He was making her wait. That was good. When he finally fucked her, it would be better for having waited.

Finally he nestled against her. Their bodies fit well together. They kissed, tonguing each other and exchanging saliva.

She clawed at his arms and shoulders. "Why don't you stick it in? You do fuck, don't you?"

He nuzzled her neck. "No, I only suck."

"That big salami that's poking into me tells me something different."

Slipping down and moving his arms under her ass, he raised her pelvis. Then he fitted his cock to the mouth of her cunt.

Melanie felt the energy emanate from his prick to her pussy. Her heart pounded so fast she had trouble breathing. She thought she might faint from the sweet anticipation. She was obsessed with having his big cock inside her. Why wouldn't he put it in? Maybe he wasn't kidding when he said he didn't fuck.

Suddenly, when she least expected it, he lunged forward and sent his pulsating cock into her with one glorious thrust.

She shrieked. "You do fuck. You're in so deep I can taste it."

"Oh, you sweet pussy, you," he murmured, giving her only his cockhead at the mouth of her cunt.

He teased her clit with the tip of his prick and always when she least expected it he entered her again.

"Give me all of it!" she cried when he withheld himself for more than a minute. "Give me your whole cock, you bastard! Fuck me!"

He began pumping vigorously and non-stop. Her juices welled up, drenching him. They writhed and twisted and squirmed. He muttered obscenities and she yelled and strained against him.

At one point Melanie thought he would split her in two with his surging cock. It felt like a piece of steel inside her cunt-silt.

When he rolled her over onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind, he was able to penetrate her even more deeply.

"My God! My God!" she gasped, sobbing with joy. "It's so damn good!"

"Keep fucking," he said. "Keep fucking back at my cock. Keep it going. I can go on forever. Keep it going and fuck that cock."

He pumped her non-stop for what felt like an hour or more. She came so many times she lost track.

His cock never lost its starch. When she heard him growl, he stopped thrusting for a while and simply left his cock embedded inside her until he recovered his control.

At intervals he reached around and caressed her hanging tits. Her nipples felt like two bullets, they were so hard.

And she wanted more and more and more. She cried out for it, begged for it, and he gave it to her. His cock no longer felt like flesh and blood. It reached into her farther than any cock ever had.

"You fuck me so good," she panted. "You fuck me so damn good."

"Come again," he said.

"I'm packed so full! I don't think I can come again. I'm so full of your cock."

"Give me one more," he coaxed.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Don't stop!"

Her body was wracked with a passion she had never experienced before when she came. He sent a gusher of thick come into her cunt and she felt herself drowning in her own ecstasy.

Her pussy muscles sucked the come out of his balls as he pounded her. He grunted as she finished up, making animal sounds deep in his throat.

"That was some fuck," he said later when they were dressing. "I feel a lot better now."

Melanie stepped into her three inch pumps and giggled. "I know exactly what you mean."

He smiled shyly. "Did I say anything before that turned you off?"

He had changed back into the sweet earnest young man who had first approached her in the restaurant.

"You did everything right, sweetie. And I mean everything."

For days Melanie thought about Wayne. He had excited her tremendously and she wanted more adventures and less ordinary sex.

She began to think about other kinds of sex and her thoughts drifted to an old friend from high school who she hadn't seen for months.

Maggie O'Brien was a natural leader. In high school she was always the first to try new things and there was nothing that frightened her.

It was Maggie's influence that had made Melanie lose her virginity at the age of thirteen. And it was Maggie who had tried to talk her into making love girl-style. At the time Melanie had refused. Now, thinking about it again, she had an urge to try it. They saw each other occasionally, but nearly a year had passed since Melanie had seen her old friend.

Instead of phoning ahead she decided to surprise Maggie and drop in without warning. She drove to Maggie's apartment complex and took the elevator to the sixteenth floor.

As she pounded on the door, it suddenly occurred to her that Maggie might not be alone.

Let her still be sleeping, she thought, let her still be sleeping and alone.

In a moment the door opened, and Maggie stood there in a sheer robe looking sexier than ever. She yawned, scratched her head and threw her arms around Melanie.

"Mel, honey," she said as they embraced, tits rubbing and lips touching. "You're lucky I don't have some dude here with me."

"I came over on an impulse," Melanie said. "I felt like being with you."

Maggie gazed at her for a long moment. A tiny smile lit her face. "I'll make some coffee and we'll talk about it."

Melanie was glad to have the strong hot coffee. The two women sat down in Maggie's cluttered living room to chat.

Maggie had never married and Melanie could see she was still the same old hippie. Her apartment reflected her personality. Nothing matched, there were wild paintings on the walls and nothing on the wooden floor but huge velvet pillows.

Maggie dropped down on a bean-bag chair and yawned again. Her hair was blonde and it hung down her back to her waist. In the old days she had ironed it. Now it hung down in frizzy curls, suiting her mature looks perfectly.

"Still with Barry?" she said.

Melanie took a long swallow of her coffee. "Yes, but I'm swinging." The two friends had always been very open with each other. Melanie felt no compunction about confiding in Maggie.