Donna Allen - Eager naughty wife

"Get your mouth on her cunt, cunt," Marty snickered.

Cindy rubbed her lips over Cheryl's inner thighs and pistoned her finger in and out of her gushing pussy-pocket. She moved her mouth closer to Cheryl's cunt-jungle and her seething hole.

She pulled her finger out of Cheryl's tight hot sex-cave and lifted her thighs. She moved her mouth over her hairy triangle and pressed her lips against her passion-patch.

Cheryl tilted her ass up and gasped as Cindy's tongue explored her snatch. She closed her eyes and pawed her tits. She forgot it was a woman sucking her cunt. The tongue wiggling around her velvety gulch could have belonged to a professional. She didn't care a damn.

Cindy lapped her tongue up and down the middle of Cheryl's slit. She licked her cunt and her hairy outer flaps. Cheryl tossed her head from side to side in a delirium of lust.

"Give her asshole a workout," Marty said. Cheryl had forgotten for a few moments that he was watching. Now she glanced up and noticed he had a piece of rope in his hands.

"What's that for?" she said.

"You'll see," he said.

Cheryl forgot about it when Cindy moved her searching tongue from her cunt to her asshole and back again. She pulled her nipples when the blonde fluttered her tongue over her brownie. Soon Cindy positioned her tongue tip over the puckered ring.

Her tongue popped inside Cheryl. She shoved it in root-deep and Cheryl's first quivering of an orgasm. Cindy's fingers weren't idle. She shoved two digits into Cheryl's pussy-hole while she tongued her butt-hole. Waves of perverted pleasure coursed through Cheryl's body.

Cheryl clawed at her tits and gyrated her hips as the blonde devoured her asshole and finger-fucked her cunt. When Cindy stopped tonguing her butt and began attacking her cunt, the overheated brunette went wild.

She shrieked when her pussy exploded… She felt her orgasm in her pussy and asshole, her throat and her toes. She'd never had a more overwhelming climax in her life and it seemed to last forever.

When she finally regained her senses, Marty had joined them on the bed. He still held the length of rope in his hand and he and Cindy were arguing.

"But I promised her she didn't have to!" Cindy hissed.

"Fuck that!" Marty said. "Come on, Cheryl! Wake up and get your mouth on Cindy's twat."

Cheryl's eyes popped open. "Oh, no!" she said, sitting up on the bed. "No way!"

But Marty was too fast for her. He grabbed her wrists in an iron-grip and pushed her back down on the bed. He tied the rope deftly and tightly over her wrists, behind her back.

"I'm sorry, Cheryl," Cindy said, patting her hair. "I told him you didn't want to, but he just won't listen."

"Damn!" Cheryl said, but she knew she was helpless against him.

"Now, the main course," Marty snickered nastily as he pushed Cindy down on her back and forced Cheryl's face down over her snatch.

Her arms were tied behind her back and she gazed down at her friend's gulch. Her heart sank when she realized she had no choice but to suck Cindy's cunt.

"You bastard," she said to Marty softly. "I'll get you for this."

And with that she lowered her lips to Cindy's cunt and licked it. She tentatively nibbled her blonde cunt-muff and stuck her tongue delicately into her pussy-hole.

She felt a strange sensation in her own gash when she ran her tongue around the hairy rim of Cindy's slit. Marty chuckled as she dug her tongue into Cindy's twat and sucked gluttonously.

"Now you're talking," he said. He lay on his side and watched as Cheryl forced her tongue into Cindy's pussy-hole.

When Cindy came, Cheryl's cunt exploded too. Finally Marty untied her wrists, and Cheryl giggled as she wedged her mouth against Cindy's cunt and continued sucking.

Lance phoned one day and asked her if she was interested in something different.

"How different?" she giggled, rubbing her ass. She'd had her ass-hole reamed for the past week and it still felt sore.

"Have I ever disappointed you?" he said. "Why not just say yes and let me handle every thing?"

She thought about it for a moment and agreed not to ask any more questions. Lance had never done anything to hurt her. To the contrary, except for a few minutes the first time they fucked, he'd brought a great deal of excitement to her life.

"Yes," she said, and for the next few minutes they finalized their plans.

He would pick her up in his car and they would drive to some mysterious location where they would meet some friends. He told her to wear a tight sweater and skirt and no panties or bra.

"I'll get arrested for going around with these big things bouncing," she giggled.

"Be serious for once," he said. "Remember. No panties and no bra."

When he picked her up, he honked the horn of his Mercedes and she climbed into the car. "Now will you tell me what the scene is?" she said.

He gunned the motor and he grunted. "You'll see."

They were soon pulling into the driveway of a high-rise building not far from where he'd taken her the day they'd met in the coffee shop.

The apartment was furnished simply, but elegantly. The door was no sooner closed then Lance pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "I've missed you," he said.

She melted against him. "But we were together last week."

"But I still missed you," he said.

She returned his kisses, pressing her crotch against him and rubbing herself against his cock. As usual it hardly stirred, but she had come to enjoy working to make his dick hard. It was a challenge she liked.

Sometimes her mouth got tired from all the sucking it took to turn him on. But once his cock was up, he lasted longer than most men she knew and he always gave her a good hard fucking.

"Take your sweater off," he said as he released her. "I'll open some wine."

He went to the kitchen for the wine and glasses and she peeled her sweater off and tossed it onto a chair. When he returned she was sitting on the sofa, her huge tits wobbling as she accepted a glass from the tray.

His eyes glittered as he sipped his wine, put his glass down on the coffee table and turned to her. He put both hands over her tits and caressed her nipples.

"I don't want you to be frightened by the people who are joining us," he said.

"Should I be?"

"They're not exactly the kind of people I normally associate with," he said.

"You know, you were only the second man I cheated with in my life," she said.

He lowered, his mouth to her tits and brushed his moist lips over her creamy globes. He bud her tits tightly and went from one to the other, swirling his tongue over the mound and nibbling her nipples.

"I remember how frightened you were when you thought I might be a dangerous pervert," he said.

She giggled and caressed his hair. "I was such a dummy then," she said.

He pressed his face into her cleavage and she reached over and picked up her wine glass. She sipped the expensive liquid while he sensuously licked and lapped her boobs.

"Let me suck your cock," she said after a while.

"Sure, honey, sure," he said, kissing her on the lips and unzipping his fly. "You have the best mouth for cocksucking of any woman I know."

"I never used to like it," she said as she crouched between his legs.

She picked up his limp dick and balls and ran her tongue over his cockhead. "When you told me to strip, I'll admit I thought you were kinky," she said. "And when you made me pretend to be a hooker."

He chuckled softly as his prick came to life in her mouth. "It takes less and less time for you to get it up, doesn't it, Cheryl?" he said.

She couldn't answer because her mouth was stuffed with his half-stiff prick. He held her head in both hands and slid his cock in and out of her eager mouth.