Jerry Jones - Wife's Anal Perversion

The erotic frenzy that she felt had her trembling. With determined cock stabs they went on screwing. Donna pressed her big bosoms against hers. And she had to confess that she enjoyed it. Donna immediately picked up on this. For her nipples became erect.

"Fuck me, lover," she begged her. "Give it to me. Oh, I love this. Come on, baby, fuck it."

The beautiful pleasure was appealing to her at this point.

"That's the way I like it," she told her. "Fuck it. Come on, fuck."

Reaching for Donna's buttocks, Carla supplied great pleasure to her. Carla's finger slipped up Donna's ass-hole. Donna enjoyed being finger fucked while she drove her dildo rapidly into her pussy. Pressing her lips against Carla's lips, Donna soon found herself Frenching with her.

"Baby, you're beautiful," she whispered enticingly. "I love it. Just like that. Now you're doing it. Oh, sweetheart, love me."

The two women were discovering each other.

It was easy to see that Carla could be twisted this way and that.

"I'm gonna climax in a minute," Donna said. "Oh, baby, shoot it to me."

At this point Carla couldn't stand it any longer. The thrusting plastic penis brought her to a juicy, sticky climax. Carla threw her legs over Donna's legs. Donna pumped her pelvis forward and the dildo went in smoothly. Then she came, too. The two women clutched each other as they juiced.

No sooner had Donna pulled the dildo out of Carla's pussy than she covered her mound with her face.

"Eat me," she begged anxiously. "Yes, baby, yes, I love that. Now you're doing me. Suck me. Oh, baby, love me."

The erotic fascination that they found with each other was quite surprising. For Carla discovered that Donna's tongue swung into her pussy better than any of the men who had sucked her snatch.

"Do me, darling," she begged frantically as she threw her legs over Donna's shoulders.

"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered enticingly, "I love it. Just like that. Now you're doing it, darling. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, love me. Love me. The two women clutched and strained at each other. It was an erotic moment for them both.

"Oh, baby," Donna panted as she finished sucking her snatch, "you're delicious."

Donna withdrew her tongue from Carla's pussy. Carla lay there full of guilt.

"I feel awful," she told her. "I really do."

"You don't have to," Donna insisted. "It's perfectly normal if you say so."

"That's a good way of looking at it," Carla assured her, "but I'm not so sure my dear husband Freddy would find your attitude pleasing."

"Forget Freddy," Donna told her. "Has he been good to you?"

"I think he loves me, Donna. I really do. Of course, he's been unfaithful, but most men have."

"You bet your fucking ass they have," Donna agreed. "I divorced my husband Tim. He was terrible. He used to bring other women home and expect me to watch him carry on with them. Can you think of anything more sick?"

"No, that was dreadful," Carla agreed.

"I had to divorce him," she shivered. "I hated to, really. Even though it proved profitable, of course."

"Yes, Tim was well fixed," Carla agreed. "And I suppose you wound up with a good settlement. Then, of course, your current business has kept you in the chips."

"Exactly, love," Donna nodded. "Did you ever think of divorcing Freddy? It might be a better deal for you."

"Don't try to pull me away from Freddy," Carla told her. "I think the world of him. I really do."

"Then you'd better hurry home, honey," Donna quipped sarcastically, "and fix your dear, faithless husband his dinner. I'm sure he will be outraged if he isn't served a gourmet meal every night. I'm so glad I washed my hands of that crap."

At first when Donna spoke this way, Carla thought it was terrible. But when she got home and had to hustle through preparing dinner, she began giving Donna's words a lot more thought. Did faithless Freddy actually appreciate her? She worked plenty. He never did get her a washer and dryer. She had to go to the corner laundromat. More that that, she was expected to wax her own floor and clean the house. Many women on the street had help. She had nothing. After she had been a housekeeper, a cook, she was supposed to suck like a whore in the bedroom. At least, she was good at that.

After dinner, Freddy looked at her.

"I'd rather have fun with you in bed than look at TV tonight," he told her.

"There's my favorite show on tonight," Carla insisted, "and I want to look at it. Mary Hart-man."

"I don't care for the worthless program," he told her, "but I know what I'd like to do to you tonight."

"Don't you ever think of anything besides sex?" Carla demanded.

"Not when your beautiful body is enticing me," he confessed.

Freddy slapped her on the ass. Her ass felt sore from all the afternoon sex. She hoped that Freddy wouldn't try to screw her, too.

"Honey," she told him, "do you mind if I take a rain check?"

Freddy figured that for one reason or another she felt it best not to screw. However, he didn't see why her ass-hole wouldn't be available.

"Maybe it's the perfect night to slip it up your ass," he said, with a delighted smile playing about his eyes.

She let out with a heavy sigh. "You men are miserable," she told him frankly. "You can't get enough sex. It's a good thing that I have common sense and prevent you from overdoing it."

"Overdoing it my ass," he quipped. "You know you want it. Don't be difficult."

"I'm just being realistic," she told him. "You know you shouldn't screw so much. It isn't good for you."

"Look, the national average is three times a week," he told her. N

That made her shudder.

"You mean three times a night, a week, or a month."

"I sure don't fucking mean a year," Freddy laughed. "Baby doll, I said a week. But I'm better than most men, so I could make it four times a week. How does that grab you?"

"My ass-hole is getting sore just thinking about it," she told him. "Ever since you've become uninhibited, you won't let my ass alone." "I know, sweetheart," Freddy apologized, "but I never knew your ass was so tight. So ripe. Now that I've discovered it, I want to make up for lost time."

"And I've got to suffer a sore ass-hole," she complained.

"Baby, I'm gonna use butter," he told her. "I think it's worth the luxury of using butter on my pecker."

"All right, I guess you can stick it up there," she told him.

She went into the bedroom and Freddy immediately took off his clothes. When she slid out of her panties, she observed that he couldn't take his eyes off her ass cheeks.

"What makes my ass so appealing?" she asked.

"I don't know," Freddy confessed. "But I do know this. When I look at you I get this strong urge to touch you and fuck you."

"All right," she agreed, "Let's fuck."

Freddy wasted no time. He could hardly wait to slide his long penis up her hot, tight ass-hole. She got in the middle of the bed as Freddy buttered his cock.

"I think it's a little unlady-like," she commented, "for me to be up here like a fucking dog, on all fours."

"Look," he told her, "I enjoy screwing your pussy. But I need something different. A guy gets bored doing it just one way."

Freddy was mounting her. He clasped her buttocks and gently eased his long, buttery cock between her ass cheeks. With a hard jab forward he was fucking her ass.

"Fuck it," he told her eagerly, "fuck, baby. That's the way I want you to do it. Fuck. Fuck!"

With deep, penetrating cock stabs he continued fucking her. She enjoyed the sensation of his cock slipping up her ass-hole.

"I love it," she confessed, "oh, baby, that's beautiful. Fuck me."

With determined, hard strokes he continued thrusting into her. She was enjoying every erotic moment of it.

"Baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."