Donna Allen - Wide-open wife

"You like my cock?"

She laughed. "It's a nice one," she said.

"Turn around," he said.

She turned her back to him again. He sank to his knees and damped both hands on her hips. He pulled her backwards and plunged his face between her ass cheeks. He licked and kissed and sniffed, wallowing in a frenzy of uncontrolled lust. His tongue moved down and she trembled. She bent over to expose her cunt to his mouth. He promptly covered her with his face. His tongue pushed into the wet crack. He gathered her meat into his mouth and sucked on it until she quivered and moaned.

Abruptly straightening up, he told her to lean still further forward. She spread her legs wide and bent over. He kissed all along the curve of her spine from her ass to the back of her neck. Then he pulled her ass cheeks apart and poked a thick finger at her asshole. When she pulled away, he jerked her back.

"Take it easy." He chuckled. "It's not your ass I'm after."

He pushed her toward a chair. She grabbed the back of it and bent over with her hips thrust out. Gasping her thighs, he curved his fingers into the soft flesh and forced her to lift her ass higher. She offered no resistance now. His hands slid up over her stomach and cupped her heavy tits. He leaned on her with his belly pressing against her lower back and his cock pushing into the crack between her ass cheeks. He briefly rested his face between her shoulder blades. His fingers pinched her nipples until she winced.

"You ever had it this way?"

"No," she said.

She tightened her grip on the chair back. Prying open her cunt with his forefinger and thumb, he guided his cock into the mouth of her steaming cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned. The sensations accompanying the entry were exquisite. He grabbed her thighs again and dug his fingers into her flesh. Grunting, he pushed forward and drilled his cock into the hot grip of her juicy hole.

Joanna wriggled her hips, forcing her cunt back onto his rampant cock. He shifted his hands to her ass and spread open her ass cheeks so that he could watch his cock stroking in and out of her hairy cunt-mouth.

Joanna groaned. The fucking was wonderful, much better than she'd expected. He was crude and rough. Doubling over to offer a man her cunt from the rear was about the lewdest position she could imagine. The feel of his thick cock cleaving into her belly caused an explosion of lust to rattle her bones. She almost sobbed with the intensity of her feeling. She pushed her ass back against him. With each stroke, his belly slapped against her ass with a wet noise. He rammed her mercilessly, but she held tightly onto the chair and withstood his delicious pounding.

The channel of her cunt was now filled with juice, and his cock pistoned in and out with hardly any friction. Each time he rammed into her body, his fat glans butted against the opening of her womb. His head was thrown back, his body arched, his knees slightly bent. Joanna could hardly breathe. Sweat trickled down her face, and she felt beads of moisture gathering between her shoulder blades and in her crotch and in the crack of her ass. Her cunt seemed stretched out of all normal proportions, widened to the limit, a gaping, red gash that squelched and sucked and clung.

She was coming now. Her legs felt weak and rubbery. The ache in her stooped back was becoming intolerable. She began to work her pelvis back and forth in an unrestrained fucking movement. She wanted to help him get to the end. She cried out and whipped her head from side to side. Her body suddenly convulsed, and then she could feel his cock filling her twitching, quivering cunt with a flood of milky cum. He kept pumping and spurting, grunting each time he released a load.

He remained in the same stance with his feet apart and his legs planted solidly on the floor. He gazed down at the wet crack between the cheeks of her ass. He slid his softening cock in and out of her slimy, drenched cunt with short stabbing movements. His cock finally fell out and hung down, jerking but spent. Only then did he stand erect.

"You're a good fuck," he said.

Joanna slowly straightened up. She drew her legs together and sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked at his glistening, limp cock. Extending her hand, she curled her fingers under his heavy balls and pulled him forward.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "That's the way, baby."

She opened her mouth and sucked in his soft, slimy cock. She sucked and slobbered and slurped, cleaning him off, washing away the mixture of their juices. She tugged at his balls, squeezing them gently. When she finally released his cock, it was completely coated with her saliva. Her eyes lidded, she studied the dangling shaft and the fat knob. It was a handsome cock and she'd had pleasure from it. There were, other docks in the world, some better and some worse. If she could have her way, she'd have them all.

The moment Joanna walked into the Red Rooster Cocktail Lounge, she was certain she'd made a mistake. She had no experience with places like this. She'd been downtown paying some bills and it was just too hot to go on. She needed a cold drink and an hour of cool air.

The air in the place had a sharp, musty odor. There was soft lighting, almost too soft. The beat of sensuous rock music vibrated around the walls. A woman giggled and glasses tinkled. The young bartender looked at Joanna with a knowing smile.

"I'll have a daiquiri," Joanna said. Down the bar, a long-haired man with dark, brooding eyes smiled at her. She didn't smile back. Not here. You never knew about places like this. But the idea that he was interested turned her on. She settled down on the stool and crossed her legs. She flexed her thighs and made her cunt quiver. She felt lewd and wanton. Housewife Joanna Barton was sitting in a sleazy bar. Maybe it wasn't so sleazy. The people certainly looked decent enough. The women could be any of her friends. The men looked interesting, especially the one down the bar who was smiling at her again. She felt the heat in her crotch. She denied it. She ignored it. She pretended it wasn't there.

After the first drink, she went to the ladies' room. She walked into a booth and closed the door. She was bare-legged, just panties, a skirt and a blouse. She found a wide stain of white, sticky fluid in the crotch of bet panties. Her cunt had been dripping like a faucet. She cursed and scrubbed at the spot with toilet paper. After a long pee, she wiped herself carefully, not wanting to touch her swollen, hungry clit. She touched it anyway and moaned softly. She finally clenched her teeth and pulled her hand away from her hot pussy. She'd be damned if she'd beat off in a public toilet. She flushed the bowl and left the booth. She washed her hands and nearly ran out of the rest room.

"Hello doll."

The man who'd been eyeing her at the bar blocked the narrow little passageway outside the restrooms.

"Let me pass," Joanna said.

"What's your hurry, doll? Don't you want a little company?"

"No," she said. She tried to push around him, but there wasn't enough room. She suddenly felt his hands on the cheeks of her ass. They were standing in a public place filled with people, but no one seemed to care about what was happening.

"Please," she said. "Take your hands off me and let me go. I just came in here to cool off."

He smiled at her. He was tall. He had long hair and a moustache. He had an arrogant, sensual face and blazing eyes.

"Let me buy you a drink," he said. The clutching of hands on her ass caused her pussy to quiver and she finally yielded.

"At the bar," she said. At least the bartender would be there to protect her.

He let her pass and walked behind her with his hands on her ass, maneuvering her through the crowd. By the time they got to the bar, he had his hand inside the waistband of her skirt. "Don't do that," she said.