Donna Allen - Hard up wife

She mewled and moaned. She groaned and gritted her teeth. The pleasure was intense, rising and falling in great waves of sensation – but there was no orgasm. She did not climax. Arthur Baines sucked like a madman, but he did not make her come.

After nearly an hour of it, they gave up. Arthur rose to his feet and used a towel to wipe off the cunt-juice covering his face. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his small shrunken cock that never grew hard. He began stroking himself, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his red cock-head.

"Show me your cunt again," he hissed. "Open it up?"

Leona complied, her fingers pulled open the wet flaps of her cunt. Without his cock ever getting hard, Arthur lurched forward and dribbled his hot white jism on her belly.

Although Arthur Baines failed to give Leona the orgasm she wanted, she was certain now that sooner or later she would find something that worked.

In the meantime, Leona was more turned on to cunt-sucking than ever before. She began looking at men with a new interest, studying the shapes of their mouths, imagining their faces buried between her thighs. Her fantasies of this or that man sucking her pussy forced her to jerk off two, three, or even four times a day. Her cunt-lips seemed to be endlessly swollen with desire.

As the weeks passed, Leona managed to get her husband into the habit of licking her pussy at least a few times a week. Even if she didn't come, she enjoyed it immensely. She had to be subtle about her demands, because she certainly did not want to reciprocate – the idea of taking his cock in her mouth disgusted her.

Bob gradually grew more adept at cunt-lapping, but he was nowhere near as good at it as Arthur Baines. Leona didn't mind – Bob at least was readily available, and whatever they did was sanctioned by a marriage contract.

By the time Christmas arrived, Leona had made Bob buy a tilting mirror for the bedroom so that she could lie on the bed and watch him eating her pussy. She was always the aggressive one, always the one who initiated things, at least as far as the sucking was concerned. Bob said he enjoyed doing it, but he was always shy about it, and Leona always had to get him started.

She liked it best when she was on top of him, squatting over his face, her dripping pussy pressed against his mouth. She would lean her hands against the headboard and roll and squirm her cunt over his nose. Sometimes she took his nose inside her cunt-hole as though it were a cock. Bob didn't object. In fact, he seemed to like it, and Leona gradually came to realize that the more aggressive she was, the more her husband seemed to enjoy their sessions together. When she told Gloria about it, Gloria was intrigued.

"He doesn't seem the type," Gloria said. "But I suppose you can never tell."

"Well, what do I do about it?"

"Nothing," Gloria said. "Stay with it. Enjoy yourself."

Leona sighed. "I'd enjoy myself much more if I had orgasms."

"I know, honey," Gloria said sympathetically.

"At least I'm not as inhibited as I used to be," Leona said. "There was a time when I wouldn't even talk about it. You've been a real friend, Gloria. I always feel relaxed with you. Maybe sometime soon I'll solve my problem. In the meantime, there's always my finger, isn't there? I suppose there are more women than anyone knows about who depend on the old reliable finger."

Gloria chuckled. "Oh, you can do better than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you ever tried a vibrator?"

Leona made a face. "I don't think I could go for anything like that."

"Don't be silly!" Gloria laughed. "Don't knock it until you've tried it. I've got one that I guarantee will send you to the moon. Come on upstairs with me and I'll show you how to use it."

Leona balked. "Oh, Gloria, I really couldn't!"

But Gloria was insistent, and Leona soon found herself being led upstairs to Gloria's bedroom. Once inside the room, Gloria locked the door and flashed a wry smile at Leona.

"Listen, honey," Gloria said. "I want you to know that I'm not a lesbian or anything like that. Let's just say we're educating each other. What ever happens will happen. We're just two friends letting it all hang out. Just this once, okay?"

Leona wasn't too sure what Gloria was talking about, but she nodded in agreement. A moment later, Gloria brought out a flesh-colored vibrator molded in the shape of a large cock. It had a fat mushroom-shaped head and thick veins along the shaft. It looked terribly real. Leona had heard about such things, but she had never seen one.

"This is my friend Big Mac," Gloria said, fondly caressing the long shaft. "When you turn this little switch on, it vibrates you to heaven, anytime and everywhere. Are you interested?"

"Yes," Leona breathed softly.

Gloria grinned. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Leona watched Gloria move toward the bed and put the vibrator down on the coverlet. Opening the snaps at her waist, Gloria slid her pants down over her lush hips and off her legs. Leona caught her breath when she saw that Gloria's pale green panties were damp at the crotch. Leona could see the blonde patch of cunt-fur outlined under the sheer material of the panties. Gloria began undoing the buttons of her blouse.

"Come on, honey," the blonde said. "Don't make me feel lonesome."

Leona nervously began stripping off her clothes. She had no need to look down to know that her panties were sopping wet. She tried to analyze what was happening. Was it the idea of doing something with another woman or just the idea of doing something forbidden that made her so excited? She decided it was a little of both. Even if she had no real lesbian interests, being intimate like this with another woman definitely turned her on. Maybe it was narcissism. Sex with another woman was, after all, like sex with yourself.

As Leona watched Gloria undress, she couldn't help but admire the blonde's gorgeous body. The afternoon sun sliced in through the blinds to cast a glow on Gloria's cunt-hair. Gloria's tits swayed back and forth lewdly. The blonde's wide pink nipples looked delicious. Gloria's luscious ass was full and firm and without any blemishes.

Pulling back the bed-cover, Gloria stretched out on the bed and watched Leona slipping out of her panties.

"God, you're beautiful, Leona," Gloria said softly.

Leona blushed. "I was thinking that about you."

"If I were a gay, I could fall for you."

A knot of fear tightened in Leona's stomach. "Please, don't," she said.

Gloria smiled. "Okay, honey. You know I don't mean anything by that. Get on the bed with me and let's play with Big Mac."

An old memory came back to Leona. At the age of fifteen she had slept one night at the house of a girl named Marie. The two girls had slept in the same bed. Marie was a year younger and fascinated by Leona's fully developed tits. Leona remembered Marie's small young breasts. She remembered how when Marie leaned over her young tits hung down like twin cones from her chest. Before the bight was over, the two girls had kissed and sucked each other's breasts, each one pretending the other was a boy.

There was no way to pretend Gloria Simpson was a boy. Leona crawled on the bed beside Gloria and ran her eyes over the soft swells and curving hollows of the blonde's luscious body.

Gloria moved the tip of the vibrator down over her belly and teased the nose of it between her thighs. She rolled her hips and opened her legs. For the first time ever, Leona had a good look at Gloria's cunt.

"Oh, God!" Leona whispered. "Look how wet you are!"

Encouraged by the fascination in Leona's eyes, Gloria pulled her knees back and opened herself to her friend's heated gaze.

"You've never really looked at another one, have you, honey?" Gloria said.