Donna Allen - Eager naughty wife

"Here!" she hissed, cupping her tits and directing them at his mouth. "Suck these before I change my mind!"

She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. His prick stuck out of his fly and he leaned over and closed his lips over one of her tits.

She clasped her hands around his neck and held his mouth firmly against her love-starved jugs. The sound of his vigorous sucking filled the room and sent shock waves of excitement racing through her.

She tensed up when she felt his fingers on the waistband of her panties. He sucked gluttonously on her boobs while he rolled her panties down to her thighs.

The horny housewife felt his fingers tremble as they lingered over her butt. He snaked them into her ass crack and held her asscheeks in both hands before sliding her panties down to her feet.

She stepped out of them and inhaled sharply when he slid his hands around to her cunt mound. She stepped out of her panties while his mouth remained glued to her tits.

"Suck my cunt!" she hissed, her voice quavering with excitement. She shoved his head down until his lips touched her cunt muff.

She spread her legs further apart and in a moment his face was buried against her steaming gash. She held his head firmly as he lashed his tongue up and down her gaping slit. She jumped down onto the bed and he fell on top of her, his talented tongue licking her horny snatch.

Waving her legs in the air, she moved her hands under her asscheeks and raised up her crotch to give him total access to her cunt. He lay between her thighs, his lips and tongue and teeth lapping her cunt and sucking her turgid tissues.

"My cunt! My cunt!" she hissed. "Bring me off!"

He used his tongue-tip on the throbbing organ, relentlessly licking it until the hot cunted brunette climaxed. She thrashed her legs in the air and clamped her thighs against his head as her pussy convulsed.

He pulled his face away from her gash and wiped his lips. She lay back and gasped for breath. She noticed he was still fully dressed and told him to take his jeans and shorts off.

The young man grinned as he struggled out of his clothes. His hips were narrow and his chest was lean, but his prick was lovely. She gazed at his body and it looked so young and vulnerable she had second thoughts about what she was doing. But not for long.

If they're big enough, they're old enough, she thought as she forced him down on his back and straddled him. Her tits hung over his thighs and she held his cock in her hand while she squeezed his dick-root. She dropped down and pressed his prick against her moist lips and wrapped her arms around his ass.

She rubbed his juicy cockhead over her flushed face. When his prick reached her mouth, she sucked it inside for a moment and then licked his stiff shaft.

She moved one hand behind his dick to caress his almost-hairless balls. His nuts felt so fragile and sweet. She draped his legs over her shoulders and moved one hand to his ass crack. His eyes were shut tight and he folded his hands over his chest as she rubbed his asshole and licked his prick-knob.

She didn't push her finger into his asshole the way Lance had taught her to do. She didn't want him getting too excited and shooting off before they had a chance to fuck. Her pussy was still horny. Being sucked was nice, but she needed a good hard fucking too.

She moved his pink cock skin up and down his cockshaft, careful not to give it too much friction. He grimaced when she rolled off his body and stretched out on her back.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" he said.

"Let's fuck!" she said.

"I could have come and then fucked," he whined.

He mounted her, his cheeks pink and his eyes glittering as she held her legs open and showed him the crimson interior of her gash. He grinned at her lewd position.

"You're not mad, are you?" she giggled.

"Shit, no!" he said.

"Come to mommy," she teased, pulling her knees back to her tits and humping her ass up off the bed.

She knew her garter belt and stockings framed her cunt sexily. She was grateful to Lance. He was a little kinky, but he'd taught her a lot.

"I like to look at a girl's ass when I fuck her," Joey said.

"Oh, Christ!" Cheryl giggled as she rolled onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass in his face. "Go to it, honey!"

"Jesus, you've got a great ass, Mrs. Dickinson," he said.

She craned her neck and watched the young man fit his prick into her pussy. "It's a tight fit, huh?" she smiled.

"I like it that way," he croaked.

"I can take more!" she gasped. "Stick it all the way in!"

"Oh, God, you're so damn tight!" he grunted, plunging his entire fuck pole into her clutching hole.

She pressed her cheek into the mattress and stroked her tits while the young man began whip ping his dick in and out of her snatch.

His balls slapped her butt-flesh and his cock lunged in and out of her depths. She'd never had a cock so deep inside her before and the force of his thrusts took her breath away.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she panted. "Oh, dear God, this is too much!"

She came after another dozen strokes and brought the boy off with her. They rolled around on the bed and Cheryl cradled him against her.

When the telephone rang, the young man sat up. "That's probably my dad," he said.

"Oh, fuck!" Cheryl breathed. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, what now?"

One day her girlfriend Cindy Fields phoned and invited her over for lunch.

"I've got something to ask you," the blonde said.

"What is it?" Cheryl said.

"Let's talk after you get here."

"Whatever," Cheryl shrugged.

She hung up the phone and got dressed. Cindy lived a short distance away and they frequently met for lunch and shopping. Once in a while one of them fixed lunch and they spent the afternoon gossiping. Cheryl enjoyed those days. Cindy was not only a lot of fun, but the two friends confided their innermost thoughts to each other.

"What's up?" Cheryl said when she arrived.

"Here," Cindy said, putting a glass of white wine in her hand. "Cheers."

Cheryl accepted the drink and gulped half of it down as they walked into the living room of the Fields' home. "What did you want to ask me?" she said.

"I think I'm in love," Cindy said.

Cheryl blinked. "In love?"

"Yes, in love," the blue-eyed blonde said, her face tight and her voice serious.

"Well, that is something, isn't it?" Cheryl. "Maybe I'll have a little more wine."

The blonde refilled their glasses and Cheryl gazed at her as she described her lover. "He's nothing like Lloyd," the blonde said. She smiled then, revealing two deep dimples. "Thank God he's nothing like Lloyd."

Cheryl leaned back against the sofa. Everyone knew that Lloyd was never home and no one blamed Cindy for cheating on him. He was married to his job and traveled ninety percent of the time, with plenty of action of his own on the road.

Now Cheryl realized that Cindy was weeping. "He's got a real strong personality," she said. "And I'm afraid I'm going to lose him if I don't make him happy."

"Why would you lose him?" Cheryl said. "With your looks and body, he's lucky to have you."

"You don't know," the lush-titted blonde sobbed. "He can have any woman he wants. He's incredible in bed."

"That good, huh?" Cheryl said.

"Better," Cindy said.

"So, what's the problem?" Cheryl said. Cindy licked her lips and seemed to be forcing herself to meet Cheryl's eyes. "He likes… kind of kinky things sometimes."

"Kinky things in bed?" Cheryl said. Cindy nodded. "Well, let me tell you about this guy named Lance I've been seeing," Cheryl giggled. "Talk about kinky!"

"No," Cindy said, wiping her eyes with a tissue. "You've told me about Lance. Marty is different. He doesn't have any problems in the sack. He just likes variety."