Donna Allen - Hard up wife

McPherson suffered to have his cock abandoned while the women undressed. Intrigued by the revelation of Maude's body, Leona kept her eyes on Maude as she stripped off her clothes.

Removing her skirt, Maude tossed it on a chair. She peeled off her blouse and her small braless tits swung loose, big rose-colored nipples poking rigidly from the girlish white orbs. Leona was fascinated by the contrast between Maude's long, fat nipples and her small breasts.

Maude's eyes raked up and down Leona's nude body and finally came to rest on the brunette's heavy, pear-shaped breasts.

"I'm not a lesbian," Maude smiled, "but you do have luscious tits!"

"And an ever more luscious mouth!" McPherson bellowed. "Enough of this bullshit! Leona, get down here and suck my cock!"

Instead of sucking his cock, this time she sucked his balls. Then she released his ball-bag lathered with her saliva and slithered her tongue underneath to his asshole.

"Oh, fuck, that's good!" McPherson groaned. "Look at her, Maude! Have a good look at what the bitch is doing to me!"

"I'm looking!" Maude hissed. "I have eyes, haven't I?"

Leona drilled her tongue into the puckered, pulsing mouth of McPherson's asshole. Groaning again, McPherson pulled up his legs and tilted up his crotch to give her more room. The clear fluid oozing out of his cock-head dribbled down on Leona's hair. Her tongue reaming his musky shit-hole one last time, she finally pulled her face away and looked at Maude with pleading eyes.

Maude smiled. "Yes," she said. "It's time, Alistair. Take her on the rug. Fuck her from behind. Mount her like a dog, like the dripping bitch she is. Show me her cunt split open by your cock!"

As Leona maneuvered herself, kneeling down on the rug, she felt drops of sweat rolling off her body. Her mind was in a haze. Fingers were soon probing her cunt-hole and asshole, but she had no idea whose they were.

Then she felt the first touch of McPherson's cock-head at the opening of her greedy cunt-mouth, and she no longer cared.

Bob Crawford's affair with Gloria Simpson rolled merrily along. He knew that playing around with one of his wife's friends – her best friend, at that – was a dangerous game, but the moments with Gloria were thrilling enough to make the danger worthwhile.

The strangest thing of all was that his sexual relationship with Gloria was completely different from the one he had with Leona. Gloria had turned out to be a very submissive bed partner, doing whatever he wanted, anytime he wanted it. The more forceful and demanding he was, the more she seemed to like it. Things were always different with Leona, and he had no idea why. Gloria was much more fun, much more satisfying. It was too bad he couldn't have Gloria's brand of sex with Leona, but it seemed impossible to arrange. That's what he thought – until one day Gloria showed him how to do it.

One afternoon Bob and Gloria had a rendezvous at the Carousel Motel on Route 20. Bob arrived early and rented the room. By the time Gloria showed up, he was primed for a session of torrid sex.

"I could use some special treatment," he said.

Gloria giggled as she stripped off her blouse and bra and held up her heavy tits like two melons in her hands. "Like what?" she said.

"Like some deluxe head," Bob replied with grin.

Unzipping his pants, he made her sit down in front of him on the edge of the bed. He grabbed her head and pulled it to his open fly.

"Fish out my cock," he said.

She reached up a hand, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Use your mouth, baby. You've got a talented mouth, you ought to be able to do it without hinds."

She looked at him blankly, and then her expression gradually changed and a deep flush colored her checks. When he glanced down at the milk-white globes of her swaying tits, he could see the juicy pink nipples hardening with her arousal.

She went to work. It wasn't easy, but eventually she was able to get, her lips around his cock and pull it out of his pants. Opening his belt, he dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles. He had a full erection, his cock long and thick and dripping.

"Now suck it nice and easy," he said. "And watch those teeth. Nothing ruins a good blow-job like too much teeth."

"You've never complained before," she said tartly.

"Don't talk," he said. "Just suck."

She began a hungry sucking of his throbbing cock. The exciting thing about Gloria was that she liked sucking cock almost as much as fucking.

She started off slowly, licking up and dawn his turgid cock-shaft with the tip of her tongue. Then she lapped her tongue over his swollen cock-head and jabbed her tongue-tip into the slit of his piss-hole.

He let his fingers run idly through her hair, guiding her head over his thick shaft. Her mouth finally moved down to the base of his cock and she began licking his hairy balls. She sucked each ball in turn into her mouth and squeezed it gently.

"You're doing fine," he said. "Keep sucking."

She moved her fingers behind his balls and caressed ass.

"Yeah," he said. "Stick tour finger up my ass."

A groan came out of his throat as she pushed her finger deep into his shit-hole. She put the full length of his hard cock back into her mouth and wiggled the finger in his ass. Sliding her mouth up and down his cock, she fucked his asshole with the same rhythm.

"Christ!" he groaned. "You really know how, don't you? You're a great cock-sucker, Gloria! The best! You'd better stop it now or I'll drop the load down your throat!"

She pulled her mouth off his cock and flopped down on the bed an her belly. Leaning over, he pulled up her dress to uncover her creamy thighs and her plump naked ass.

"No panties," he chuckled. "You came prepared, didn't you, baby?"

She giggled and squirmed her ass under his eyes. The two gorgeous globes swelled out from under her dress in perfect symmetry. He sat there a moment and enjoyed the lovely sight. Then he ran his fingertips over the smooth cheeks and down into the shadowy crack between them. He finally lowered his head and began lapping the crack of her ass with his tongue.

She moaned softly. As his tongue slipped down between her thighs to brush lightly over her asshole and cunt-lips, she wriggled her hips with a gentle, easy rhythm.

"You like that?" he asked.

"God, yes!" she hissed.

He could feel the muscles in her thighs tense with her arousal. The one thing he'd never done was fuck a woman in the ass. He'd never wanted to. Now, however, with Gloria's luscious ass so ready for the taking, the idea came into his head like a burning challenge.

"Listen, Gloria," he said, "has anyone ever fucked you in the ass?"

She was silent a long moment. Then she said: "You can do it, if you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't talk about it, just do it!"

He climbed up and straddled her, letting his cock glide over her slippery skin. His thick red prick danced over her asscheeks and slid in and out between her thighs. She lay there meekly, her head buried in the pillow, moaning softly and swaying her meaty ass back and forth.

"Let me have my purse," she said.

Puzzled, he reached over, picked up her purse and gave it to her. Still lying on her belly she searched inside and finally handed back to him a small tube of Vaseline.

"Use that," she said. "And try to be careful."

He squeezed out some Vaseline on his index finger and began working it up her asshole. Her knew there was no way to get his thick cock up her ass without lubricating her hole. When his finger slipped up the tight channel as far as his knuckle, Gloria shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Please, go easy!" she moaned.

Instinct told him to keep his greased finger moving slowly in and out of her asshole. Using his free hand, he smeared a gob of Vaseline over the head and length of his cock, and then he pulled his finger out gently and replaced it with the tip of his cock-head.