Donna Allen: Horny young housewife

Using one hand to hold his prick, he jabbed at her bung with his cockhead. She threw her head bock and wiggled her butt. In a moment, the knob of his prick was inside her well-lubricated asshole.

His fingers dug into her hips and he leaned over her back and dropped his prick all the way into her shit-chute. Soon the entire length of him was inside her bowels.

She was startled when he pulled out of her asshole and rather abruptly shoved his cock into her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

"Variety is the spice of life," he said.

"Vaginal infections aren't," she said, wriggling her ass and trying to expel him, from her cunt.

"Take it easy," he said. "I wiped it off."

She decided to worry about infections later. Now she was too excited to think about it. His talented prick was buried in her curt and it felt wonderfully good.

She rotated her hips and felt her cuntlips tighten around his prick-shaft. Tiny spasms of pleasure raged through her. George pulled halfway out and then plunged in. His cock felt like a baseball bat inside her.

He moved one hand under her tits and clutched one of her massive globes. He pulled on her nipples and slammed his cock into her cunt. His balls slapped her flesh and she felt the electricity from his body to hers.

She arched her back and thrust herself at him. Every time his cock entered her, she felt a fire burn in her cunt.

Disappointment flooded her when he pulled out. She watched him stretch out on his back, his arms under his head.

"Suck it, babe," he said, reaching for a cigarette from her pack.

She liked the idea of sucking his cock after he'd been in both her holes. Without a moment's hesitation, she lay down on her belly between his legs and took his prick in her fist.

She buried her face in his crotch, relishing the smell and taste and feel of him. She used her hands to caress his balls and even moved one hand to his ass to rub his asshole.

She took his big cock between her lips and flicked her tongue over the tip. The taste of her own juices mixed with his fuck-cream. She liked the combination.

She began sucking frantically on his cock. She was satisfied at this point and didn't care if he shot off in her mouth.

"Wanna take a mouthful?" he said, inhaling deeply.

"It's okay with me," she said, swirling her tongue from the root of his prick to his cock tip.

"It's tempting to go back into your sweet little pussy." He crushed the cigarette out and smiled at her.

"It's your decision as long as you do what you came here to do."

"The beater," he grinned and she nodded vigorously.

She made a ring of her lips and used it like a cunt on his prick. She bobbed her head up and down, mouth-fucking him.

"Turn over, I wanna finish up in your cunt," he said.

She spit his prick out and knelt on her haunches. "Why don't you suck me first?"

"Another time," he said. "Get down there and let me fuck you from behind."

It's still a man's world, she said to herself as she rolled onto her belly. Actually she liked it that way. She was a strong woman and she liked a man to boss her around.

Now George cupped the lush cheeks of her ass and pulled her up to the right position for his prick. The next thing she felt was his tongue on her ass and between her legs. It felt very good to the hot housewife.

"You're very sweet, Mrs. Mellon," he said.

"It's crazy for you to call me Mrs. Mellon when you're licking my ass," she said.

His tongue-tip nudged her pussy and flicked over her clit.

"I'm still working for you," he said. "When I'm through, I'm gonna have to give you a bill."

"I don't mind," she said. Sweet Jesus, his tongue felt good on her pussy!

He spread her cuntlips open. He shoved his tongue inside her and licked all the surrounding flesh.

He tried to ram his tongue inside her cunthole, but was unsuccessful. Suddenly she had a mad desire to have his cock inside her. She turned her head and frantically pushed her cunt at his mouth.

"I'd rather be fucked," she gasped.

His saliva dripped into her ass crack. He chuckled, and then a moment later she felt his cock enter her. She bucked her ass and used her cunt-muscles to clutch him tightly.

"Fucking tight cunt!" he hissed.

"Make it hard and deep," she said.

When the telephone rang, she ignored it. She was on fire and George was doing a lovely job as a fireman.

"Are you almost there?" he said.

"Almost?" She hated to be asked that. A man should know when a woman was there.

George drilled his prick deep inside the cunt. Then [missing text].

Her head slammed into the pillow from the force his thrust. She fell as if she were being split in two with his prick and she didn't mind in the least. She came again when he and the sensations were better than their last fuck. At the end, he collapsed on top of her and her tits were crushed against the bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm gonna go down to the basement," he said a while later when they climbed wearily out of bed and began dressing.

Toni glanced at the clock on the bureau. Four o'clock. Oh, damn, she'd promised Cliff a special dinner tonight. She hadn't even shopped for groceries and there was nothing in the house to cook. She hadn't planned on spending the entire afternoon in bed with George. Where did the time go?

Two weeks later Toni arose when the alarm sounded. She found a job, and even though it meant rising earlier than she liked, she looked forward to what the day would bring.

Unfortunately this was one of those days when Cliff awakened with a hardon and he insisted she take care of it.

She knew it was a ploy to keep her at home. It was strictly psychological and Cliff wasn't conscious of his motivations, but she knew in her heart that his hard-on was a result of his resentment of her job.

She climbed to her knees and began take his cock in her mouth. A quick blow-job wouldn't hurt her. If he wanted something fancier, he could go to hell. She didn't warn to be late at the boutique. It was a dream job and she had no intention of jeopardizing it.

"Why the long face?" Cliff said, yawning and stretching as she took his cock in her mouth.

"I don't want to be late for work."

"Too bad, sweetie," he said good naturedly. "You can work, but you take care of the old man first."

She thought about what she would wear today. She liked to dress up for work. The boutique catered to men and was located in one of the best hotels in town. Their customers were mainly businessmen and her boss liked his girls, as he called the saleswomen, to look their best at all times. He didn't allow them to wear pants unless they were skin-tight. And he preferred they show a lot of tit and thigh.

Since she'd been working there Toni had bought several new dresses with her salary. Because Cliff wouldn't allow her to spend her money on the house, it worked out well. Toni was happier than she'd been in a long time. It was fun to work with men. Except for Angel she didn't much like women. And the men were high-class too. Lawyers and executives with companies. A few had asked her out. Her boss encouraged his girls to go out with customers so there was no problem there.

Now she jerked Cliff's prick while she sucked it. Despite herself, her pussy moistened, but she didn't want to take time to relieve herself so she didn't tell him.

She tilted her bare ass up in the air and took his hugely swollen prick into her throat. Her heart pounded and she sucked hard and fast on his tasty meat.

Almost forgetting her job, she became involved in the sucking. Her saliva boiled around his fuck-stick and he grunted softly. A few drops of pre-cum juice oozed onto her tongue. And then he came and filled her mouth with his fuck-glue.