Donna Allen - Horny young housewife

The first thing she did was masturbate. She had a few hours before Steve arrived home and she needed a little more sex. Her old boyfriend had satisfied her, but when she was nervous her pussy was insatiable.

She pulled her panties down and climbed into bed. She spread her legs and unbuttoned her blouse. She played with her wet cunt and rubbed her nipples until they stiffened. She sniffed her fingers and licked up the cuntjuice. Then she moved her finger back into her gulch.

She used one finger to probe her clit and with her free hand she caressed her cunt folds. Her fingers felt exquisite and she managed to get her blouse open and her bra unhooked while she masturbated.

Tonight she would fuck Steve's brains out. She would suck his cock until he begged for mercy. He always loved the way she blew him. She would let him fuck her asshole and she would let him piss inside her ass. That drove him crazy and she liked it too.

The thing about men is that they have to be managed, she thought. Even Cliff. Cliff loved Toni, but Angel had him mesmerized sexually in a way that Toni never had. She didn't know why she had that effect on men, but she did and she was glad of it. Steve's crush on Toni would dissipate and everything would be okay in her world. She hoped.

She fondled the sensitive sheath of her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Damn, it felt good! Oh, yes, fuck! she said to herself as she let her thighs sprawl open.

She thrust two fingers into her cunthole. Deep inside. Oh, yes, it felt good. Not as good as a prick, but nice. She used her thumb on her clit and caressed her tithes. Damn Toni for having the biggest tits around! It always bothered Angel. She basically liked Toni, but she'd always been jealous of those damn big knockers.

She wiggled her ass on the bed and fingered herself. Tonight she would pull no punches. She would fuck Steve better than Toni ever could. She knew how. She had a tight cunt even after two kids. And more important she had a snapping pussy. That was the secret of her success. Few women had the talent, but she did and it made sex especially marvelous. In olden times men paid dearly for snapping pussies. All she wanted was to keep her family intact and by God she would if it killed her.

Now she thought about Steve and her cunt flowed so abundantly she soaked the sheets. She reached into a drawer next, to the bed and brought out a candle.

Angel didn't especially like dildos, but occasionally a nice thick candle felt good when she masturbated. She laid the blunt tip against her cunthole and pushed it in. She thrust it in and out, using it like a cock while she manipulated her clit.

She knew some women used dildos all the time. It was the electronic age, after all, and electric vibrators were a boon to women. She was proud that she didn't need that sort of nonsense. Just give me a prick and a nice pair of balls. Matching bookends, she thought with a giggle. And soon I'll be over the moon.

Still, she plunged the candle in and out of her clutching cunt and enjoyed it immensely. One time she masturbated in front of Cliff. He found it incredibly exciting. She was a little hurt that Cliff hadn't fallen in love with her. He loved to fuck her, but he'd made it clear it was Toni he loved.

She moved the candle more slowly, relishing the teasing feel on her clit every time she pulled it out. The wax melted slightly because her pussy was so hot and juicy. She closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow, moaning softly as the entire length of the candle crawled up into her hot cunt.

"Lover, fuck me!" the hot-blooded blonde moaned. "Oh, lover, fuck me good!"

She rocked her hips and gyrated her ass. On an impulse she rose up from the bed and moved to the dresser for a hand-mirror. She brought it back to the bed and propped it up between her knees.

Now she watched herself in the mirror. A woman's pussy was such a strange thing. Every one was different, just like snowflakes. A pussy looked like a flower, at least hers did. It was all so complicated. She wondered if men really liked pussies the way women loved cock. She doubted it. She'd never met a man who liked to suck her cunt the way she loved to suck a prick.

She watched her cuntlips spread open as she thrust the candle into her gulch. Her outer lips caressed her clit as she fucked herself. Nature was a miracle. It was amazing how nature planned a cock to excite a cunt.

She forced herself to keep her eyes open as she masturbated. Watching herself in the mirror and seeing what was happening to her was a kick.

Steve would be home soon and she would continue with him what she'd started now. She didn't want to bring herself off. She wanted to be very hot and very juicy when they fucked. He'd have no reason to turn to Toni if she seduced him the way she did in the old days. Toni wouldn't have a chance next to Angel if Angel gave it everything she had.

Now she slowly stroked the candle into her pussy and churned it around inside her. She trembled with excitement and felt the need to climax. Could she wait until Steve came home? It wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to do it.

She watched the mirror intently. Her cunt meat was reddish purple with passion. Normally her pussy was pink, but when she was aroused it became dark with engorged blood.

She trembled and left the candle imbedded inside her for a moment. Fuck me, lover! she moaned to herself. Oh, you fucker, love me!

As her excitement mounted she knew she would have to let herself have one orgasm.

The candle was slippery and somewhat soft from the heat and moisture of her pussy. She was glad she lubricated heavily. That was another thing that men loved. A nice wet cunt, sticky wet and gushing with sex-juice. Lubrication was a sign of a woman's sexuality. She was certain of it.

She worked the candle in and out of her gash and watched the wanton sight in the mirror. She was mesmerized by the sight. Her clit was very hard and swollen, almost angry looking. Aching to be relieved of the blood swelling it to twice its normal size.

As her orgasm approached, she kept her eyes on the mirror. She wanted to see what happened to her cunt when she came. But of course at the moment of orgasm her eyes closed tight and she rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. Despite her resolve to stop after one climax, she used both hands to plunge the candle all the way into her snapping pussy. She dropped the mirror and concentrated on her need, her insatiable need for more and more sex.

When she'd exhausted herself, when she had lot count of her orgasms, she lay back and tried to catch her breath. The room was dark. The sun had gone down while she was masturbating. Steve would be home any minute and she was a mess. Her clothes were a mess and her golden hair was wild. She raised herself on one elbow anti touched herself one more time before she rose up and moved to the bathroom.

She was peeing when Steve arrived home and walked into the bedroom. She heard him moving around, but he said nothing.

He snapped on the television to the national news and she called out. "I'm in here, honey."

Without speaking, he walked into the bathroom and gazed at her. His face looked serious and Angel had a moment of panic.

"Hi, darling," she said, wiping herself and rising up from the toilet to embrace him. "I must look a mess. I was just changing and about to make dinner. We'll have something special. What do you feel like? Pizza? Ribs? I'll order in or you can go and pick it up while I change."

She chattered on and he said not a word.

After a while she became aware that he hadn't spoken. She was determined not to let him get into a serious discussion. A serious discussion could only mean trouble. She would not let him tell her about Toni and their affair. She would no hear it.