Donna Allen - Hard up wife

As she stepped carefully down the gravel path on the arm of Ray, Leona decided things might have been worse. These two boys were certainly nicer than either Arthur Baines or Tom Halloway. They were clean-cut, all-American kids and they reminded her of all the boys she had dated before her marriage to Bob. She wondered if anything would even get started. Maybe they would do nothing but drink and tell funny stories and have a good time without any sex. Inside the room, Leona still thought it was possible the party would be tame when she went off to the bathroom to pee. When she came out again, her illusions were abruptly shattered. Gloria was kneeling on the floor sucking Gary's cock.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Leona groaned.

Leona's eyes riveted on the tight ring of Gloria's lips sliding smoothly up and down the fleshy pole of Gary's cock. Gary was standing, his fly open, his cock jutting out like a spear, his tight balls exposed and quivering. Gloria was sitting on the bed in front of him with her hands gripping the cheeks of his ass.

"Sweet Jesus!" Leona repeated. Moving toward the bed, woozy from all the alcohol she'd had, Leona sat down beside Gloria. Gloria pulled back her head, tossed Leona a welcoming smile, and returned to the work of sucking the boy's cock.

The sight of it churned up Leona's insides until her heart pounded with her excitement. The raw, crude sexuality of it was overwhelming. At intervals, saliva drooled out of Gloria's mouth and dribbled down the turgid shaft of the boy's cock. Leona imagined how it must feel to have his throbbing fuck-meat in her mouth. She trembled with lust.

When Ray came to stand in front of Leona, there was no doubt in her mind about what he wanted. She considered refusing. She could get up and go out of there, go home and resume the routine of her life. Instead, she reached up and undid Ray's belt.

She soon discovered he was hung like a horse. His cock was only half-hard, but already it was bigger than any she'd ever known. A few drops of fluid dribbled out of the fat, spongy tip. She thought how full he must be, how much lovely juice he had in his balls, his hot fuck-juice waiting to erupt like a geyser.

When he spoke to her, his voice was low and commanding. "Suck it," he said. She stared helplessly at his throbbing cock-head and saw another small spurt of fluid pulse out at the end.

"Come on!" he grunted. "Get it in your mouth and start sucking!"

He pushed forward, and the end of his cock smeared over her soft lips. She glanced up and saw the insistent lust in his eyes. She opened and pursed her lips, and immediately his cock slid far into her mouth.

Ray groaned. He'd been ready to shoot his load for a long time, but he'd held himself back. His cock was completely hard now, like a huge club that pulsed and throbbed and demanded his due. The first time he'd seen this woman, back in the cocktail lounge, he'd imagined what it would be like to have her lips wrapped around his cock. He began slowly pumping his hips back and forth.

Leona rolled her tongue around Ray's cock as he fucked her mouth. She decided she liked it better like this when the man did the work. It was more exciting, as if her mouth had turned into a cunt. She heard him moan. She felt his cock throb threateningly against the back of her throat. A burst of flavor rushed through her mouth as some of his juice leaked out. She decided the taste wasn't bad – it was something she could learn to like.

As Ray continued pumping his huge cock in and out of her mouth, Leona worked his pants and shorts down to his knees. She ran her hands over the muscles of his thighs and then the cheeks of his hard little ass. She moved her fingers into the deep crack between his asscheeks. She felt his momentary pause, the expansion of his cock toward the back of her throat, and the the gush of juice leaking from his cock-head as she pushed her finger into the rubbery grip of his tight asshole.

His cock vibrated. She sucked on it hard, relishing the feel of his meat stuffing her mouth. She heard his gasp, and then a moment later he lurched forward and began shooting his load. His cum flooded in slippery jets, bolting down her throat as she swallowed. The spurting kept on and on as he grunted out his orgasm. The flood of jism seemed endless. It turned her on. She found the mouth-fucking, and now his shooting off, terribly exciting. She heard a whimper bubble up from inside her, and she began sucking harder, rotating her soft mouth around his cock in a totally shameless manner. When the last spurts of his load had vanished into her belly, she pulled her finger out of his asshole and her mouth off his juicy cock-head.

She looked up at his face and blushed. He patted her head as if she were a child and grinned.

"Super head!" he said.

Is that what they called it these days? She had always known it as cock-sucking, and now she was a cock-sucker. She had swallowed every drop of his slimy jism and she had no idea who he was or where he came from.

Gloria and Gary were now on the bed, and Gloria was squatting over his middle while she guided his cock toward her pussy. Leona stared, fascinated by the spectacle. She watched Gloria's swiveling ass descend as Gary's cock disappeared into the throat of her cunt. Gloria rocked and twisted and moaned. She pulled at her nipples and began fucking him wildly.

Leona stared mesmerized at the juicy junction of cock and cunt. Waves of hot lust shot through her as her pussy quivered and dripped. The insides of her thighs were sopping wet. She finally tore her eyes away from Gloria and Gary and looked at Ray. His cock was hard again. He had his hand on his cock shaft, slowly pumping his meat. Biting her lip, Leona lay back on the bed and opened her thighs.

"Fuck me!" she hissed.

Slowly stroking his long cock, Ray looked down at her and smiled. "On your knees, baby! I know all about what you need."

Leona blushed crimson. "What do you mean?"

"Gloria told me," Ray chuckled. "You're a back-door lady."

She said nothing for a long moment. Then she turned over. She knelt on the bed with her head down on the mattress and offered him her asshole.

There was pain, a real pain, a deep pain that brought tears to her eyes. He had a huge cock and the pain was worse than anything she'd imagined but after the pain was gone there came in its place hot ecstasy.

Bob Crawford considered himself a lucky man. He had a good job, a rosy future, and, above all, a pretty wife. Leona had a great body. She was five-feet-six but looked taller. He always marveled at the sculptured perfection of her breasts. Her tits were chiseled exactly right, heavily nippled, set close together and sloping straight ahead, not swaying out at angles, and with just a hint of a sag to give them a sense of voluptuousness.

Then why do I keep looking at other women? he thought. Maybe it was because there were so many gorgeous women around. Maybe it was because this new kick that Leona had, this new aggressiveness in bed, was making him think about sex all the time. He hadn't really been all that experienced before marriage. He'd always been shy with women, particularly when it came to doing anything a little freaky.

Although Leona didn't know it, until the first time with her a few months before, he'd never gone down on a woman. He'd thought about doing it to Leona more than once, but he'd never had the nerve. Now that he'd done it, he'd discovered how wonderful it was! He liked it best when Leona played the dominant role and more or less ordered him to do it. There was a special thrill in that. Outside the bedroom he was the real boss, but it was fun to relax for a change and let Leona take over. It turned him on to service a woman like that. There were times when he couldn't look at a strange woman without wondering what it would be like to have his mouth on her pussy.