Donna Allen - Eager naughty wife

He seemed to read her mind. "You seem surprised," he said.

She gazed at his prick and nodded. She tried to hide her disappointment. His cock lay nestled against his cock-bush. It was limp and lifeless looking. He hadn't been as excited by her strip as she'd thought.

"You're wondering why my cock isn't hard, aren't you?" he said.

She blushed. "Yes," she said.

"It'll get hard," he said. "It sometimes takes time."

They climbed onto the bed and he pulled her on top of him. She straddled his chest, her pussy-thicket tickling his chin and his chest hair tickling her ass. He reached up and parted her cuntlips, exposing her cunt-folds to his eyes. He extended his tongue and slithered it over her slit. When it touched her cunt, she felt an electric charge rage through her.

"My cock is getting hard," he said. "Feel it and see."

She moved her hand back and touched his prick. Sure enough it felt stiff and it stirred under her touch. She smiled down at him as he rubbed her cunt with his tongue-tip.

He slid his hands under her asscheeks and brought her pussy closer to his mouth. Again and again he tongued her clit and lashed her cunt.

She began wiggling her hips as her cunt became aroused.

"Take your hair down," he said.

Her tits jiggled when she raised her arms and pulled the hairpins out of her hair. Her long thick hair fell down her shoulders and fanned out over her tits.

"Later I'm going to wrap your hair around my cock," he said.

Suddenly he pushed her down onto her back and he straddled her. His cock hung over her mouth, and she wrapped her fingers around it and sucked his cockhead between her moist lips.

She pumped his cock skin while she tongued his knob. Ever since her affair with Lou Pryor, she more and more enjoyed giving head. Even Charlie noticed that she was better at it. She smiled when she thought of Lou's advice the first time they'd fucked. It'll be good for your marriage, he'd said. And it is! she thought defiantly. It is!

Now she ran a series of tiny kisses over Lance's fuck pole. It still wasn't totally hard, but it danced in her hand and spewed out fuck cream.

She brought his crimson cockhead to her lips and kissed it wetly before darting her tongue up and down his fuck-stalk.

"Stick your finger in my asshole!" he hissed.

She froze. "Your asshole?" she said, her fist closed around his cock-root.

"Stick your finger in my asshole!" he repeated.

What the hell did I get myself into? she thought as she reached around and snaked her fingers into his ass crack.

She found his bung and held her breath while she forced a finger into the puckered little hole. He grunted and his cock bounced against her nose as it twitched and stiffened in front of her eyes.

Suddenly his dick became enormous. It was now a thick pole of male-meat, and she opened her jaws wide and let him slide it over her tongue.

"I told you it would get big," she hissed.

She thrust her finger knuckle-deep into his brownie. She churned it around his velvety bowels and sucked half his fuck-stick into her mouth.

She felt his hand on her snatch and soon he turned around and they were in the classical sixty-nine position. He fastened his lips on her erected cunt and sucked it hungrily while she worked her tongue and lips over his dick. She moaned softly as he gnarled three fingers together and plunged them into her cunthole.

He held her cunt between his teeth and bit down gently as he finger-fucked her pussyhole. She sucked gluttonously on his prick as her cunt exploded in an orgasm.

He continued lapping her clit and fingered her gash while she finger-fucked his asshole and sucked and licked his dick. His tongue was everywhere at once and his fingers felt like a cock in her snatch.

She gasped with pleasure when he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and forced his tongue inside. She whimpered and released his dick from her mouth momentarily as the wild sensations of an orgasm raged through her.

He tongue-fucked her until she thought she'd faint from the wonderful sensations. She clawed his ass flesh and whimpered as he forced more of his cock into her throat.

Her powerful pussy-muscles gripped his tongue and pulled it deep inside her when she climaxed again. Finally he withdrew his tongue and chuckled. "You've been starved for it, haven't you, Miss Smith?"

She giggled happily. She no longer thought he was kinky. She liked him more and more. He had a talented tongue. She loved the way his horny fuck pole filled her mouth and she looked forward to having it in her cunt.

She trembled when he stroked her ass crease and stuffed his index finger into her bung. No one had ever done that to her before and the feeling was incredible.

He tongued her cunt while he fingered her asshole and the horny brunette came again. "I'll fuck you in the ass sometime," he said.

Her pussy-juice drenched his face. He lifted his ass and began fucking her face. "I can't take too much of this," he said. "I think we'd better fuck now before I blow it."

He stretched out on his back and told her to straddle him. "Get your pretty ass over here," he said.

She would have done anything he wanted at that moment. She planted her pussy over his cock and he arched upward when she fitted his cockhead into her pussy-socket.

And then he was inside her. She raised her ass and pushed down as his fuck-stick filled her twat. He held her hips and directed the thrusting, ramming his prick in and out of her hot juicy pussy.

His teeth pulled back and his eyes glittered as he rammed his dick into her gash. She bounced around over him, but he directed the fucking.

He grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard as he stroked his prick deep inside her snatch. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and she flattened her body over his as her pussy erupted.

She sobbed with pleasure as her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms. Her pussy gripped his prick and in a moment he shot his load into her depths.

When his limp dick slipped out of her cunt, she rolled onto the bed and he closed his arms around her. "That was some fuck," he said. "Don't go away before I pay you. You sure you're not a pro?"

She sat up and threw a pillow over his face. "Let's do it again, shall we?" she said.

Cheryl sat at the kitchen table nervously smoking a cigarette and sipping black coffee. She stared at the clock on the wall. It was her fifth cup of coffee and her tenth cigarette and it was only eleven o'clock.

She was a nervous wreck. She had an itch in her cunt that wouldn't go away. After Charlie left for work she spent an hour in bed masturbating, but it hadn't helped. Her pussy was horny for a cock. Nothing else would do.

She poured more coffee and glanced at the clock again. She crossed her legs ad toyed with the idea of getting dressed. An hour before she had telephoned Lou Pryor and told him she needed to see him right away. And, although he had hesitated a while, he'd promised to be there by eleven. Now here it was five after and he still wasn't there.

Six months had passed since she'd begun her affair with Lou. And her obsession with fucking was getting out of hand. She thought about sex twenty-four hours a day and instead of helping her marriage she was more discontent with Charlie than ever.

Damn that Lou! she thought as she puffed her cigarette. Where is he?

She thought about the boy in the grocery store where she stopped. She tried not to, but couldn't seem to help herself. She hadn't thought of him before except as a sweet kid. But lately she was noticing his firm young ass and the way his cock filled his jeans.

She noticed other young boys too. Boys half her age.

She jumped when the telephone rang, upsetting her coffee cup as she reached for it. "Yes?" she said.