Donna Allen - Wide-open wife

Moving around on the bed, he worked on the other stocking in the same way. Then he backed up, gripped both stocking tops and peeled them completely off her legs. Joanna moved her thighs apart and looked at him between her knees. She loved showing herself to him. It thrilled her to have him look at her cunt.

"It's a beautiful cunt," he said. He stroked gently with his fingertips. Wet and open, her cunt quivered under his touch. "Roll over," he said.

She turned over aid wondered what was coming next. She groaned when he took firm hold of her rubbery, plump ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She shivered at the knowledge that he was gazing at her exposed asshole. Then she felt his hot breath against her ass crack. Her asshole puckered in response. A moment later she cried out as she felt the wet surface of his tongue licking the ring of her shit-hole.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she moaned.

He licked at her asshole with a wet, slurping sound. She slowly rotated her ass against his face. He gripped her hips to hold her motionless and spread her ass cheeks even further apart. His tongue pressed against the muscular ring.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, dear God!"

His tongue popped through the muscular sphincter and pushed into the depths of her ass. The realization that Henry Claxton had his tongue in her ass was almost too much to handle. The feel of it was pure heaven! Her anal muscles spasmed wildly as he moved his hot tongue in and out of her asshole. He thrust and withdrew and thrust again with a deliberate fucking rhythm. He rotated his tongue, reaming her shit-hole, making it softer and wider. She shivered and whimpered. He had her so exposed and vulnerable, he could easily jump on top of her and ram his cock up her ass.

But Claxton had no intention of fucking her up the ass. He popped his tongue out of her asshole and ordered her to roll over on her back. Instead of doing so, she sat up. Her eyes gleaming with lust and her mouth slack, she bent over his crotch. She gripped his stiff cock in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. Her hair fell against his thighs as he sat back on his heels. She clamped her wet mouth on as much of his cock as she could take in and began to suck on him with a slurping noise.

His cockhead throbbed and swelled as her hot tongue lapped over it. She tightened the ring of her lips behind the flared rim. His fat cockhead filled her mouth like a huge, juicy plum. She sucked and licked and drooled saliva over the knob and shaft of his rampant cock. He began pistoning his fuck-meat in and out of her mouth, and she answered by bobbing her head and fucking him back.

Claxton groaned. He thought of emptying a full load of cream into her mouth. He liked watching a woman's face when she was swallowing his jism. They always looked so hungry, as if their lives depended on getting that last drop of cum. But shooting off in Joanna's mouth could wait – he wanted to fuck her cunt.

He gripped her bobbing head and lifted it off his fat red cock. His cock-shaft swayed and jerked in front of her face.

"Fuck me now!" she crooned. "I need it!"

He made her stretch out on her back. Holding his cock in his hand, he mounted her. She groaned when he probed the head of his cock between her meaty cuntlips. The swollen knob pushed at the elastic cunt-mouth.

"Ready for it?" she hissed. "Fuck me!"

"Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock! Give me your cock!"

He lurched his hips forward to sink his long thick cock deep into the steaming channel of her slime-drenched cunt.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

"Good?"

"It's wonderful!" He rested a moment to let his cock throb and soak in her pussy. His balls flattened against her crotch. She could feel the hair on his ball-sac tickling her ass.

He began to fuck. He used long, slow strokes, sinking deep each time, and then pulling out almost all the way before plunging in again. Joanna panted and writhed, pressing her eager cunt up to receive each powerful stroke.

Claxton supported his weight on his arms and watched the jiggling of her tits as she squirmed on his cock. Her thick nipples stood out long and hard. He liked the look of passion on her face as she panted through wet, parted lips. Her eyes were smoldering. She grunted each time he smacked his balls against her crotch. Her cunt was wet enough to make a sucking, slurping noise with each stroke.

"You want it now?"

"Yes!" she cried. "Let me have it! Make me come!"

Raising up her legs, she locked her ankles around his back. He began pistoning her cunt with a series of powerful, rapid strokes. Within moments, they were grunting and gurgling together as he emptied his balls into the hot mouth of her quivering cunt.

"Listen," Gilbert Finch said, "it's a favor. You want me to do something for your husband and I want you to do something for me."

"I'm doing something for you," Joanna said. She was licking his balls. He had his pants and shorts off, and he was sitting on the top of his desk with one leg raised up so that she could get at him with her tongue. Finch's cock was only half hard, but his balls were big and tight. Joanna thought there was nothing more delicious than a heavy pair of balls in a tight sac. Careful not to miss a spot, she diligently covered his hairy balls with a coating of spit.

"I'm talking about taking care of Bert Garner," Finch said. "I'm your husband's boss, but Garner is my boss. He's the national sales manager and I want you to take care of him. You'll be a good little girl and do it, won't you, Joanna?"

Joanna was amused that anyone would call her a good little girl. She was almost thirty. Good little thirty-year-old girls didn't lick the balls of men who weren't their husbands. They didn't lick the balls of their husbands, either. Joanna decided that good little girls had boring lives. Maybe it was because she was slightly drunk after the double martini Finch had insisted she drink. She didn't care. She popped one of Finch's fat balls into her mouth and sucked on it as thought it were a juicy plum.

"That's nice," Finch said. "I like when you do that. My wife never sucks my balls."

Joanna pulled away and looked up at him. "Is your wife a good little girl?"

"My wife's a bitch."

Joanna giggled. "I always thought she was a good little girl."

"Are you going to take care of Garner?"

"Yes," Joanna said. "I don't have any choice, do I?"

If she had any choice, she didn't care to exercise it. In any case, Bert Garner turned out to be more fun that she expected. Three days after she'd agreed to be a good little girl, she and Bert were standing in a motel room stripped down to their skins.

His eyes wide, Garner fondled and hefted her heavy tits. "God, you're wild and exciting," he said. "I had my eyes on you at the convention last year."

Joanna kissed him on the mouth. Her tits mashed against his chest. She was turned on by the dark hair covering his arms and legs. Her hand jacked up and down his cock and made it throb and jerk.

"How would you like to fuck?" she said. "Tell me what you want."

He sucked in his breath and stated at her as if he couldn't believe it was really happening. He put his hand on the back of her head and hesitantly urged her down.

Joanna smiled at his cock. She ought to have guessed he'd want his meat in her mouth. She'd give him a good sucking – all the way. His wife was probably too stuffy to even dream of such a nasty thing.

Pursing her lips, she made them soft and wet with her tongue. She pointed his cock toward her mouth. He groaned when she lightly kissed the tip of it. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head. She sucked him deeply into her wide mouth and then drew back with her tongue vibrating along the underside of his jerking shaft. She smiled up at him.