Donna Allen - Wide-open wife

She pulled her knees back to offer the puckered ring of her asshole to his mouth. He'd obviously never done anything like it before. She was thrilled at the idea that her ass would be the very first to receive the attention of his mouth.

His head bobbed and tossed. His tongue lapped all over her crotch. He bathed her in warm saliva. She cupped the back of his head and pulled his mouth down to press against her cunt and asshole. She bucked her hips against his face as he tongue-fucked her cunt. A flood of juice gushed out of her hole to ooze over his mouth and chin. He ate her cunt like a hungry puppy. He licked and slurped as if he couldn't get enough of it.

"Do my ass!" she hissed.

With a low growl, he forced her to roll over onto her belly. She reached back with her hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Garner stared clown transfixed at the winking brown grommet of her asshole.

"Suck it!" she cried. "Eat my asshole out and make me come again!"

He swooped down. He cleaned the juice out of her cunt, scooping it up and running it into the crack. He licked her asshole, his tongue plucking at the rubbery ring and pushing inside.

"That's it!" she hissed. "Get it in there! God, it's lovely!"

He squirmed the entire length of his tongue into the grip of her shithole. Instinctively, he began fucking his tongue in and out of her ass. A shattering orgasm welled and lifted and crashed down around her.

"Fuck my ass, damn you!" she groaned. "Fuck my ass!"

He croaked and stammered. He made all the noises of a man who was being pushed too far. But then he gripped her ass cheeks and pressed his rigid cock against her saliva-slick asshole. With a deep grunt, he pushed his bloated cockhead into the grip of her shit-tube.

Joanna gyrated her ass, whipping it in circles, milking his cock by clenching her ass cheeks. She reached a hand down to stroke her cunt. She rolled his balls with her fingers until he began groaning to a climax.

His cock jetted and spewed a load of hot jism up her ass. She wailed into the pillow and came at the first feel of it. Gasping, her head swimming, she whipped around and grabbed his cock before it could go limp. She stuffed it into her mouth and began fucking it with her lips, cleaning it and sucking on it until he whimpered.

He cried out when she took his cock down her throat and made him come again. His sperm oozed from the tip of his cock and dribbled down her throat in a slippery string. She rose up on her knees over him. She put her hands on her hips and watched him gasping and sucking her breath.

Lifting a leg over him, she moved along his body until her crotch was above his face. Spreading her ass cheeks with her hands, she squatted down.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

"Eat my ass!" she hissed. "Make me come again!"

Her eyes glittering, Joanna eased her jism filled asshole down over his waiting mouth.

She soon had him whimpering like a baby. He loved every minute of it. She squirmed around on his face until she succeeded in getting his nose into her cunt-hole. She rode out the rest of the evening like that – his nose in her cunt and his tongue in her ass. At the end of it, she had a huge orgasm and pissed on his face.

Joanna never saw much of her neighbors. A cantankerous old widower lived in one side of I the house, and a quiet middle-aged couple on the other side. Joanna had always thought the Lathams were quiet. Then one evening, as Joanna was sitting alone on the back porch, there was an unmistakable wild giggle coming from one of the Latham windows. It was a woman's voice, and Joanna guessed it belonged to Betty Latham. It was hard to imagine Betty giggling like that and Joanna found herself dying of curiosity. Mike was out of town again and Joanna was just too bored to sit still.

Joanna moved silently off the porch and crossed the short piece of ground to the Latham house. She stepped carefully up to the open window from which the giggle had come.

The Lathams were sitting on a sofa. Betty Latham had her heavy tits hanging out of her dress, and Ernie Latham was busy sucking at one of her fat, juicy nipples.

At least the nipples looked juicy. The unoccupied one was wet, so Joanna reasoned Ernie had recently had his mouth on it. Joanna thought how funny it was you could never tell anything about people until they had their clothes off. Betty Latham had always seemed so shy, and yet here she had these gorgeous, fruity tits. The Lathams had probably just been out for the evening and they were at the beginning or a carefree, intimate fuck. Joanna's heart raced when she realized she might be able to watch them in action.

Ernie was now hefting Betty's tits with his hands, squeezing and rubbing the milky white globes. He hauled her tits completely out of her dress and cupped them in his hands. He lowered his face and began lapping at the dark crease between them. His long tongue ran over the huge nipples with broad, wet strokes.

Betty moaned. She obviously loved having his mouth on her tits. She cupped his face with her hands, holding him to her tits, urging him on with soft words and gasps. She trembled and gurgled with excitement. She reached a hand down to grab the bulge at his crotch. Then she raised her arms, reached behind her neck, and began unzipping her dress. She giggled when Ernie playfully tongued her armpit.

"Let me get my dress off," she said. The dress opened. Betty shrugged it from her shoulders and unclasped the bra which had slipped down beneath her tits. She tossed it aside. The wispy bra fluttered down to the carpet. Her dress was bunched up at her hips now. Lifting her ass, she squirmed out of it, raised her legs, and, kicked it off her feet. All she wore now were bikini panties, a garter belt, and beige stockings.

Ernie grinned and leaned back to look at her. "You're still something to look at," he said.

Betty smiled and hefted her tits in her hands. "After all these years?"

He cupped his hand over her crotch and moved his mouth down to her tits. Her nipples were hard and swollen. He took a long, thick nipple into his mouth and worked his lips over it. His fingers dug into the flesh of her skin through the material of her panties. He pressed the nylon into the wet slit. The bikini panties drew into a tight wedge as the crotchpiece was sucked up into her pussy. Her drooping, pink cuntlips were exposed. Joanna could see them working like a mouth around Ernie's fingers. Betty's belly quivered and her hips twisted from side to side. She clamped a hand behind Ernie's head and rubbed her tits up and down against his wet mouth.

Betty's oilier hand slipped down to Ernie's crotch. She drew the zipper down. His fly gaped open. She reached in and found his cock. She pulled it out and held it with her fingers. His fuck-meat quivered and pulsed in her hand.

Joanne smiled at the sight of Ernie's prick. Her pussy gushed out a gob of hot cuntjuice to wet the insides of her thighs. She found herself making comparisons with other cocks she'd seen. Ernie's cock was wide and fat. The swollen knob was plum-shaped. A thin trickle of fluid ran clown out of the slit, Betty's hand closed around the thick shaft, and Joanna could see the fluid welling up against the web of skin between Betty's thumb and forefinger. Bucking up his hips. Ernie pistoned his cock through his wife's clenched hand.

Joanna bit her lip to stifle a moan. She pressed her hand against her throbbing cuntmound. She hoped Betty would suck him – she'd love to see something like that.

Betty now had both hands wrapped around Ernie's cock. She slowly stroked the shaft. His cockjuice flowed out in a thick stream. Her eyes narrowed, Betty watched the throbbing of her husband's bloated cockhead. Bending sideways, she brought her face down and kissed the slimy tip.