Donna Allen - Hard up wife

"Keep sucking!" Gloria hissed. "Give it a workout!"

He jammed his tongue into her cunt again, licking up along her pulpy silt, wriggling through her juicy folds. Her hips lurched as she mashed his nose into her crotch. His tongue suddenly sank into the deep hole of her cunt and hot liquid poured over his face.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she gasped. "Keep doing it! Oh, God, it's good!"

He was smothered in the smell of sex, his nose grinding into her pussy-hair as he lapped at her cunt. She whimpered and whined as he ate her juicy folds, as he worked his jaw against her steaming crotch. He was trapped, unable to escape. Her hands kept his face jammed into her mushy, dripping cunt. He licked and slurped at her steaming pussy until he thought he would drown in her juices.

"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming! Oohhh!"

His face was suddenly flooded with fluid as she climaxed. He kept sucking and slurping and swallowing her juices, until finally he managed to pull his face away and he rolled over onto his back.

Gloria, however, was far from finished with him. She crawled after him and squatted over his lace, holding the headboard to balance herself, the lush slit of her cunt directly over his mouth. Her thick pink cunt-lips were stretched wide from all the sucking he'd done. Her thick cunt-juice was glistening in all the folds and crevices. Her cunt-hole gaped like a hungry fish-mouth. The red bud of her clit looked swollen and abused. For the first time now, he had a good look at her asshole.

"You're a cunt-lover," she said triumphantly. "I can tell."

Before he had a chance to respond, she lowered her hips and mashed her cunt against his face. This time she was interested in more than sucking. No woman, not even Leona, had ever crouched over his face like this. He felt kinky being under her this way, but at the same time there was something exciting about it. She began grinding her crotch over his mouth and nose, using his face to massage her pussy with a deliberate rhythm. She was thoroughly wet again, and she smeared him with her slippery cunt-juice. She began widening the movements of her crotch, and then suddenly she hooked her cunt-hole on his nose and pressed her asshole against his lips. She pushed down until she had his nose deep inside her cunt.

"I haven't fucked a guy's nose in years!" she rasped. "You like doing this, don't you, darling? Is my pussy juicy enough for you? I saw you sniffing me before, but now you've got your nose all the way inside and you don't have to sniff anymore. Christ, it's good! If I just rock back and forth like this, it's as good as fucking!"

She pulled herself off his face as quickly as she had sat down on it. She made him stand up while she undressed him. She crooned and giggled as her fingers fumbled at his belt and unzipped his fly. His cock was rock-hard. She sat him down in a chair and he raised himself slightly from the seat as she pulled his pants and shorts down around his hips.

When his swollen cock sprung free, she ran her lips and nose over the huge knob. She trembled at the rank male smell of him and the tiny drops of hot fluid oozing from his piss-hole.

"It's a gorgeous cock!" she said, her eyes fixed on his throbbing cock-head. She lowered her mouth to it, and as she peeled the foreskin down from the hot stem, she fucked her tongue lightly around his cock-head to lap the salty fluid that had oozed from the tip.

He moved his hips, trying to shove his cock up into her mouth, but she avoided it. She teased him by licking her way around the hard surface of his cock-shaft. Then she took his balls, one by one, into her warm mouth.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "No one's ever done that before!"

Popping his balls out of her mouth, she looked up at him with gleaming eyes. "Let me suck you off," she said. "We can fuck the ordinary way later, if you want, but let me have the first load down my throat."

He had no chance to discuss it. She closed her mouth over his cock-head with a slurping noise. With one hand she cupped his balls and rolled them gently around, while at the same beginning a bobbing motion of her head and rubbing her lips up and down his turgid shaft. She took his knob and shaft deeper and deeper into her throat, bobbing her head faster and faster, until he groaned and lurched and blew his load in a geyser of hot white jism.

Afterward, as he leaned back in a daze, she wiped the cum off her mouth with a fingertip and licked her finger with her tongue.

"Don't worry, honey," she said. "Your balls will make more. We've got all afternoon!"

Although Leona was aware that her sexual life had greatly improved, she was very uneasy about it. The way things were going, Bob might find out about her escapades and face her with the prospect of a divorce. She did not want that at all. She wanted very much to stay married.

It was out of fear, then, that she decided they ought to see a marriage counselor. She talked to Bob about it, hinting that they needed a counselor because their sex-life wasn't all that satisfactory, but he adamantly refused to have anything to do with the idea. He was also angry that she had not told him before that she was dissatisfied.

"I'm not dissatisfied," Leona lied. "I just think things could be better."

"Screw it!" came the reply. "I'm not going!"

So she went herself. She found a marriage counselor in the telephone book and made an appointment for the next day. The counselor turned out to be a middle-aged man with a cute beard and twinkling blue eyes. He had half a dozen diplomas of one sort or another hanging on his office wall, and Leona thought he looked very distinguished. His name was Alistair McPherson.

"Call me Al," he smiled.

Leona was uneasy during the first few minutes, but McPherson quickly made her feel relaxed.

"Talk to me like you talk to an intimate friend," ha said. "You can tell me everything. In this office we don't hide anything. We let it all hang out, if you know what I mean."

Leona blushed. She was wearing a clinging low-cut dress and she knew her tits were bulging at the revealing neckline. She wondered if his reference to hanging things out might refer to her tits.

"I think my husband and I have a sexual problem," she said bravely.

McPherson bit into a cigar and nodded. "Most people have a sexual problem," he said. "Some people know it and some people don't. What's the problem?"

Leona squirmed on her chair. "Well, I suppose you could say it's about what goes on in bed."

McPherson chuckled. "You mean you have a problem about fucking, don't you? Oh, don't look so shocked. It's only a word, you know. In this office we talk directly, if you know what I mean. So you have a problem about fucking. What's the problem? You don't get enough? Don't be bashful, talk to me like an intimate friend."

This time Leona was sure he was ogling her tits. She didn't mind she always found it pleasant to be looked at by men. Squirming on the chair once more, Leona crossed her nylon covered legs and was thankful she'd been smart enough to dress up a little for the occasion. It wasn't like going to her gynecologist she always dressed up for him but McPherson was cute and it was nice to look her best. She liked the idea of talking frankly. She wasn't used to it, but she liked it. Using dirty words was shocking, but it was titillating. Her pussy had distinctly quivered when he'd said the word "fucking".

"It's not that I don't get enough," she said. "At least not exactly."

"Tell me more."

"I don't know how, really I don't. It's too embarrassing."

"You have to promise to stop being a prude, Mrs. Crawford. Can you promise me that? You can promise me that, can't you?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good!" he said. "Do you have orgasms?"