Donna Allen - Wide-open wife

Squirming her crotch over his cock, Joanna was finally able to position the mouth of her cunt-hole over his cockhead. She slipped over him like a well-oiled glove, sliding down until she had the whole shaft inside the steaming channel of her cunt.

She pumped her ass up and down with a rapid rhythm. Their bellies slapped against each other. Her tits rolled on his hairy chest. He wrapped his arms around her and took hold of her hips to pilot her movements.

"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "I love it!"

She hissed as he forced her to rub her slimy cunt up and down his cock. She wiggled her ass over him. She churned her wet pussy against his turgid pole. Her meaty thighs gripped him in a plush vise at his flanks. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as though she were clinging for dear life to a bucking bronco. Her body quaked as she jumped up and down on his cock. She was soon convulsed by the throes of a shattering orgasm. The strong, rhythmic contractions of her cunt muscles quickly brought him off. A fountain of hot jism gushed into the burning channel of her cunt.

They lay on the floor panting, their bodies covered with sweat and their crotches covered with a mixture of their juices.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Joanna said. "The floor's uncomfortable."

"You're a great fuck," Finch said.

He was on his back, propped up on some pillows, his legs splayed wide and bent at the knees, his long meaty cock extended against his belly.

Joanna was sitting on the bed facing his hairy crotch. She stared at big cock and balls with glazed eyes.

"This is sort of my show," Finch said. "I mean you'll do whatever I tell you to, won't you."

Joanna nodded. "That's the bargain," she said.

Finch grinned. "You're a bitchy cunt, Joanna. You were always a little stuck-up with me, weren't you?"

"Yes, I suppose I was," she said. "What I'd like right now is a rim-job." She looked at him with puzzled eyes. "I don't know what that is," she said.

He laughed. "It means you tickle my asshole with your tongue, Joanna. You ever do that to your husband?"

A flush of heat and lust washed over her body. "No," she said.

"Would you like to do it to me? Let me hear you say it."

She stared fixedly at the meaty cock now twitching over the heavy balls. "I'd like to rim you," she whispered.

Finch chuckled. He cupped a hand around his hairy, pink ball-sac. He lifted the baggy sac up against the base of his cock and exposed his hair-fringed, puckered asshole. "Be my guest," he said.

Bending forward, Joanna moved her face to the waiting shit-hole. She craned her neck. Extending her pink tongue, she licked at the wrinkled grommet of Finch's ass.

His cock twitched. He vented a short grunt and pushed up his ass against her face.

She pushed her tongue-tip into the tight hole. His asshole opened like a tiny flower, and soon she had the entire length of her tongue wriggling inside. Her wide-open mouth sucked at the ring of his asshole. Her nose pressed into the loose skin between his large, egg-shaped balls.

"Oh, yeah!" Finch hissed. "Go to it, baby! Give it to me! You keep that up and you'll get a load in your face!"

Pulling her mouth away, Joanna looked up at him. "Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want to come in my mouth?"

His teeth pulled back in a grimace of lust, Finch moved away from her. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Oh, yes," Joanna groaned. "That's what I want. Fuck me, honey. Fuck me hard!"

The juice oozing out of her cunt had thoroughly coated the insides of her thighs. Finch gazed at the raw, gaping meat of her cunt. Sliding a hand down to her crotch, she pried open her cuntlips and showed him the brimming wet hole.

"Fuck me!" she hissed.

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her hand away from her quivering cunt. "I'm going to screw your little asshole," he said. "I'm going to put my cock right where your tongue was. Would you like that? You ever had it in there? Does Mike ever fuck your ass?"

"I've done it before," Joanna said. "But you'll be careful, won't you?"

Finch chuckled. "Sure, baby. You get some lotion and grease up my cock yourself. We'll do it nice and easy. I've been thinking about fucking your sweet little ass for a long time."

Joanna blushed. "Have you?"

"Show it to me," he said.

"What?"

"Show me your asshole," he commanded. "Show me the shit-hole."

The lewdness of the request send a wild shiver up her spine. She turned her back to him and crouched on her knees with her ass in the air.

"Open it up," he said.

Trembling now, she reached her hands back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"Sweet little asshole," he said. He stared at the smooth white globes lifted high in the air. He ran a finger in between the open juicy cunt and the small tight asshole. "Okay," he said. "Get the Vaseline."

She had some on the night table. A moment later she was spreading the clear jelly over his cock until it glistened like a greased drumstick. Lubricating the meat that would soon be shoved into her ass was exciting. After she finished, he had her push a gob of grease into her ass with her finger. Having him watch her while she fingerfucked her asshole was delicious.

He knelt, clutching his cock like a dagger. "Turn over," be said.

She did as he asked, burying her face into a pillow. He climbed behind her and pushed his fat cockmeat at the ring of her asshole. With the help of the Vaseline, he slid easily into the opening. Her asshole looked like a wrinkled toothless mouth swallowing down an oversized hotdog.

Joanna wiggled her ass. She grunted with each thrust as he rammed her bowels. Her body rocked back and forth beneath the attack of his rampant cock.

"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck my ass!"

"That's just what I'm doing," Finch hissed. "You've got a sweet little shit-hole, Joanna."

She reached her own hand below her belly to massage her clit. She rhythmically rotated her ass to the tempo of his strokes. He plowed into her in a fury. The ring of her asshole was a tight band around his cock, sucking him into its oily depths. His hairy balls slapped against her wet cunt with each stroke…

When he twisted his hand down to finger her cunt, Joanna pulled her own hand away and let him take over. She moaned when he pushed his middle finger into the gaping hole of her cunt.

Their connected bodies made the slurping sounds of fucking, the smacking noise of belly against ass, the muffled gurgle arising from Joanna's cunt as he pumped his finger in and out of her dripping hole.

Finch pounded away, oblivious to all but the tension building up in his balls, the tight asshole straining and sucking his bloated cock, the hot greasy cunt quaking on his fingers.

Joanna gyrated her ass back and forth to increase the power of his thrusts. Her body slick with sweat, her cunt gushing juice, her asshole clamping down on the penetrating cock-meat, she groaned and wheezed and mewled in a high-pitched voice.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

His breath rasping, his eyes popping, Finch fucked like a machine run rampant. His legs suddenly locked and he jammed his cock in to the root. He caught his breath and a tremendous spasm shook his body. He gave a series of jerks as he shot his load, and then he finally fell on top of Joanna with his cock still speared in her ass.

Joanna squirmed her rump beneath him. "I didn't come yet," she whimpered. "Make me come!"

He robed off her. His soft cock slid out of her asshole with a popping noise.

"Turn over," he said.

She rolled over and looked up at him. "You've got to fuck me," she said. "Fuck my cunt."

Raising himself up on an elbow, Finch nodded toward his limp cock. "Clean it off," he said.

Joanna looked down at his shit-smeared prick and groaned. She made a move to get up. "Where do you think you're going?" Finch said. She turned to him with a confused look. "To the bathroom to get a washcloth."