Tom Allison

The wife_s hot itch

CHAPTER ONE

While she was still a child, it was apparent that Donna Burling would some day be one of the most fuckable girls in the county. Her face was already gorgeous and her tits had begun to bud. The bone structure of her hips, waist and shoulders promised a mature symmetry that would put starlets and beauty queens to shame.

By the time she turned sixteen, the apparent future had became a mouthwatering reality. Donna was stacked with a capital S. Her tits were huge, firm, creamy-white melons that jiggled when she walked and formed a provocative shelf under the most modest clothes. Donna's legs were long and shapely, and her ass was the tightest and sweetest in town. High-school boys got hard-ons just from watching her walk to class.

Donna longed to give her pussy to these boys as badly as they wanted to fuck her. An extremely high natural libido had developed along with her amply-endowed body. She fantasized stiff, spurting cocks constantly, and finger-fucked her burning cunt to sleep every night. But Donna's parents were unusually strict, and she graduated high school a frustrated virgin.

When she was twenty, Donna's parents finally allowed her to seriously date a young man. The lucky suitor was Roy, a level-headed thirty-four year old with a promising career in accounting. Donna's parents approved of him – Roy obviously wasn't just interested in Donna's body.

Unfortunately, her parents' approval was Donna's disappointment. It maddened her that Roy didn't try to get into her panties, even when they had the privacy to fuck for hours. She craved to stroke and suck his long, stiff prick, to feel the meaty shaft boring into her open cunt.

Soon they were married. On their wedding night, Donna's pussy moistened as she saw her new husband's lean body for the first time. It made her proud that she could give him her own voluptuous figure. But Roy only fucked her once that night, and in subsequent weeks he only fed her his dick every couple of days. Donna was more frustrated than ever. She wanted to fuck three or four times a night.

By the time she was twenty-one, Donna was horny as hell. Roy wanted her to stay at home and be a housewife, so she had all day to rub her pussy and dream about thrusting cocks. It had gotten to the point where the luscious brown-haired wife wanted to give a blow job to every man she saw on the street.

Finally, she decided that things had to change. Donna went to the store that day and blew sixty dollars on a transparent black negligee that barely covered her pussy and showed the fat, crimson nipples of her enormous tits. Another thirty dollars was spent on the best bottle of perfume from the nicest shop in the suburbs.

All evening she pampered her husband, preparing his favorite dinner and doting on him as he watched the tube. When their bedtime rolled around she slipped into the bathroom, put on the negligee and combed her lustrous, long brown hair until it shone. Then she padded barefoot into the bedroom, with her cunt throbbing and dripping with her need to get fucked.

"Surprise, darling," she purred.

Roy put down the magazine he was reading in bed and stared at her blankly. "Surprise, what?"

"Why, darling, don't you like my little outfit?" Donna asked huskily. She cuddled up to him and slid her fingers through the wiry hairs of his muscular chest. "I bought it just for you."

"Should have saved your money," Roy snorted. He retrieved his magazine and went back to his reading. "Cut out the crap, would you, honey? I just screwed you a couple of nights ago. Some other time."

Donna was too horny to be insulted by Roy's lack of enthusiasm, even though she knew any other man would have given up a month's salary to taste her pussy. Sighing, she pushed her hand under the blanket and groped for his big prick.

"Please be nice to tile, Roy," she whimpered hotly. "I want your cock so much…"

Donna cupped her fingers around his dick. His cock was soft, but she felt it swelling immediately as she wrapped her palm around the shaft. Roy fidgeted impatiently.

"God damn it, Donna, knock it off. I told you, some other night."

"Just let me such it, Roy," Donna begged shamelessly. "I'm so horny. You don't know how a woman can feel sometimes. I want to drink your cum so much."

Roy grunted and turned the page of his magazine. Donna knew he wasn't going to stop her. Happily she pushed the blanket down to the foot of the bed, revealing his naked cock.

He had a nice, big prick, with a thick shaft and a fat, rosy knob. On their honeymoon, when she'd first seen his dick in the raw, Donna had wanted to suck it all night. She loved the way his rod felt as it stiffened between her lips, the salty taste of his cum cream as it spurted down her throat.

It was too bad she always had to beg for it like this. Donna lazily stroked his swelling cock for a few minutes, squeezing the veined shaft and tickling his hairy, wrinkled balls. She rested her cheek on his hard stomach and stared intently at his growing dickhead as she jacked him off, occasionally teasing his cum slit with the tip of her tongue.

Roy continued to read his magazine. But his prick had grown to total stiffness, pulsing and twitching painfully with its engorgement of blood. He was getting horny in spite of himself, Donna thought. Maybe if she gave him a nice, juicy blow job, he'd even let her fuck him.

Donna slid her cheek down his stomach until the throbbing tip of his cock poked her chin. Then she opened her mouth wide and let the mushroom-shaped knob of his dick slide down her throat.

Her nipples stiffened through the sheer negligee as she savored the first taste of his hard-on. Her pussy was already as wet and sticky as a swamp. Groaning salaciously, Donna wrapped her lips in a tight circle around the shaft of his prick. Her cheeks puckered as she increased the suction in her mouth.

Then she started sucking, fast and hard. Slurping, gurgling sounds came from the back of her throat as she worked with shameless hunger on her husband's prick. Donna cupped his nuts protectively as she rolled her tongue all over the rosy knob.

"Ungghh," Roy grunted. He kept his eyes on the magazine, but his expression was beginning to cloud with lust. "Jesus, honey. Not so hard."

"What's the matter, darling? Am I making you hot?" Donna whispered teasingly around his saliva-slicked cockhead, then popped the spongy crown back into her mouth. Now she sucked harder than ever. Her cheeks reddened obscenely, as if she were intent upon tugging the meat of his prick out of its root.

His big cock twitched wildly as she darted her tongue into its slit, and she could feel his heavy balls swelling under her fingers. Donna's cunt ached as Roy's dick grew stiffer and stiffer. Wantonly she slipped her hand under her negligee, touching the curly-haired lips of her pussy.

It felt good to jack off as she sucked him. Donna ran her middle finger up and down her pouting, pink slit, feeling the wet stickiness of her fuck juices oozing from her open hole.

Then she rammed her finger all the way up her clasping cunt and began to pump it in and out, teasing her clit as her lips nursed at the thick shaft of Roy's dick.

The jism poured freely from his cockhead now, mingling with her saliva until her mouth was buttery wet. His prick jerked slightly every time she touched the knob with her tongue. Roy had no idea what he was reading now, Donna knew. She clasped his cock shaft in her fist and jerked him off violently as she sucked; that would stop him from being stubborn.

Roy finally dropped his magazine.

"Okay, you little bitch," he muttered savagely. He grabbed Donna's head in both hands and furiously bucked his lean ass off the mattress, pounding his cock down her throat. "You make my dick this stiff, now you get to take care of it. You hear me? Suck it, bitch, suck out my cream!"

Eagerly Donna opened her mouth wide so he could fuck her throat. Her luscious, creamy thighs splayed wide apart. She pumped three fingers into the clasping tunnel of her fuck slit, humping her ass so her stiff clit would brush her palm.

"Come for me," she burbled breathlessly. She sucked his cock as hard as she could, rhythmically puckering and bellowing her cheeks as she struggled to breathe around the thickness of his tool. "Come on, baby! I want to taste it! Shoot your load and let me gulp it down!"

"Ahh, ahh, ahhh," Roy gasped. Wincing, he pulled Donna's hair and hammered his ass off the bed in a driven frenzy of lust. "Okay, Donna! Oh shit, oh fuck, here it comes… nnnahhh."

Roy jerked his hip suddenly upwards, ramming every inch of his throbbing, jerking dick into the buttery wetness of his wife's throat. Donna nearly gagged around the thickness of his cock. But she managed to keep sucking harder than ever, anxious for the hot spurts of his cum.

A long stream of jism erupted from the knob of Roy's prick, shooting violently down Donna's throat. The first spurt pumped out so hard that she never had a chance to taste it. Then more cream flooded out of his dickhead, and Donna moaned with satisfaction as her mouth was deluged with thick, salty cum.

Roy held her head and continued to rock and buck his ass, wincing and swearing as the jism burned out of his cum slit. Greedily Donna gulped down every drop. Afterwards she held his still-pulsing meat in her fist and lovingly licked and kissed the swollen knob, refusing to allow even a single delicious drop to escape the swipes of her tongue.

"Now you get to fuck me," she purred. "Oh Roy, your prick's still so long and stiff. Now you get to ram it up my cunt."

"Unh-unh, baby," Roy muttered. He shook his head and pushed Donna away. "You already begged one come out of me, and that's all you're gonna get. I have to go to work tomorrow. I'm going to [missing text]."

"Awww, Roy!"

Roy shut his eyes and started to roll onto his side. Donna couldn't let it happen. Sucking his dick had made her unbearably horny. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing in her pussy, and her clit was so stiff it hurt. She had to pack Roy's dick up her cunt.

Thinking quickly, knowing she had to act before his cock softened, Donna climbed on top of him. Her knees dug into the mattress to either side of his hips, holding his ass flat on the bed. She grabbed the veined shaft of his cock and directed the bloated knob between the pouting lips of her dripping cunt.

"God damn it, Donna!" Roy muttered. He gaped at her, surprised that his young wife could be so bold. "Didn't you just hear what I…"

"I don't care!" Donna squealed. "You're going to fuck me! I need to get fucked!"

She bucked her round little ass in a downward, spiraling motion, forcing the first several inches of his cock up her aching cunt. Immediately she felt her pussy walls stretching to accept her husband's dick, the slit of her cunt gaping as it sucked around his invading shaft.

His prick felt so big and good. A flush spread over Donna's huge tits as new wetness coursed into her pussy. She leaned forward, gripping her husband's shoulders. Then she rhythmically pumped and humped her ass, forcing more and more, of his dick inside her burning cunt.

"For Christ's sake, Donna, would you cut out the crap?" Roy protested. "I'm not horny anymore! Can't you just, beat your meat or something? I got to get to sleep!"

"F-f-fuck meeee," Donna gurgled. She rested with all of his cock throbbing inside her, savoring the way it felt to have her cunt packed with hard dick. "Just fuck me… I'm so horny… fuck me haaaard!"

Donna started humping again, fast and hard, hammering her hungry pussy onto his dick. Roy started to respond in spite of himself.

His cock grew to total stiffness as her cunt muscles sucked around it, as if he'd never come at all. A shudder passed through his body. His expression glazed with lust. "Oh Donna," he sighed. "Your cunt… it's so tight. Oh fuck!"

"Fuck me," Donna pleaded persistently. Her stiff, crimson nipples brushed his chest as her mammoth tits swung with the motions of fucking. "Come on, darling! Make my pussy cream!"

"You little cunt," Roy swore savagely. "You always got to get what you want!"

Roy locked his powerful hands around the jiggling globes of his wife's ass. Then he began to buck his ass to meet her strokes, stabbing his bursting hard-on wetly through the grip of her sucking fuck tunnel.

"Unggghh! Harder, Roy, fuck me harder!" Donna shouted. She pistoned her ass so feverishly that the bed began to shake beneath them. "My pussy's getting hotter now! Oh yes, I love your stiff cock! I'm getting close, Roy, I'm gonna come!"

"Little bitch, little fucking bitch!" Roy repeated. He sounded furious with himself for giving in to Donna's desires. "Always horny, always want to get laid! Fucking nympho bitch!"

Donna didn't care what names her husband called her – his rage only made him fuck harder. Happily she pumped her pussy onto his driving prick, moaning and grimacing as the burning heat built in the depths of her cunt. Any moment, she thought. Any second oh yes… oh there… ahhhhh!

"Coming, Roy!" Donna gasped. She clawed his shoulders and fucked him as hard as she could, shrieking as the wetness of her pussy soaked his cock hairs with juice. "Awwww yes! Awwwww fuck, oh shit, Roy, fuck my cunt!"

The spasms exploded deep inside her fuck hole, making her clit tingle and her pussy clamp needfully around Roy's cock. Roy sighed in agony and stabbed his rock-hard dick as far into her cunt as he could.

The second load of jism cascaded from the tip of his dick, anointing her ravaged cunt with cum. Roy held onto her ass and kept pumping his rod into her pussy until all of the cream had drained from his swollen balls.

Roy pulled his wilted cock unceremoniously from Donna's pussy and rolled over, already preparing to sleep. Donna lay on her back and stared at the ceiling long after he'd begun to snore. Soon she began to finger-fuck herself, still shamefully horny for another climax.

She didn't want to cheat on him, she thought miserably. Donna loved her husband – why wouldn't he just give her enough fucking? Men propositioned her on the street all the time. Pretty soon she might take one of them up on it. She didn't want to, but she was so horny. She was horny all the time.

CHAPTER TWO

His cock… long and thick and stiff. It's throbbing, for me. He wants to stick it in my pussy – now… oh yes, all the way in… all the way up my juicy cunt…

Donna lay naked on her bed, deliriously finger-fucking herself to another come. It was two in the afternoon, but she hadn't gotten any housework done. Four days had passed since Roy had fucked her. She was hornier than ever.

He's fucking me now! Oh fuck, I can feel it, it's all the way inside! He's fucking my pussy… in and out… fast and hard! Oh God, I need it… I need to get fucked so bad… ummmmm…

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Swearing irritably, Donna withdrew her fingers from her sopping pussy and rose from the bed. She threw on a terrycloth bathrobe and headed impatiently to the door. Whoever it was would be gotten rid of in a hurry. Donna didn't like to be interrupted when she was about to come.

But her visitor turned out to be an unusually handsome man. Donna almost gasped when she opened the door. He was about forty, old enough to be her father, with a solid, masculine build, a square jaw and a full head of gray hair. The man was wearing a suit and carrying an enormous briefcase – a traveling salesman.

"Harry Townes, ma'am, representative of the Atlas Brush and Cleanser Company!" the man said brightly. "Mind if I invade your lovely home for a minute or two sand show you my wares?"

Donna was so flustered by Harry Townes' good looks that she forgot her resolve to send him away. "Why yes, of course," she replied awkwardly, and held open, the door. "Come right in."

The salesman grinned and walked straight past Donna into the living room, finding it as instinctively as a bloodhound following a scent. But as he passed her she saw him glance at her big, braless tits jiggling under the bathrobe, and she knew he'd become aware of the extreme voluptuousness of her young body.

Donna cursed herself as she closed the door and followed him into the living room. Her cunt was getting wet again. She was so horny that even a stranger's passing glance could turn her on.

"Have a seat anywhere, ma'am," Harry Townes said. He knelt on the floor, unbuckled his carrying case and started pulling out various brushes and bottles. "As long as you can see the Atlas presentation."

Donna sat on the couch and crossed her long legs demurely so Mr. Townes wouldn't be able to see her moist pussy bush between her luscious thighs. Townes continued to spread the bottles and brushes on the rug, prattling his way through his sales pitch. Then he stopped suddenly, lifted his head and sniffed the air as a lewd grin spread across his face.

"Uh, ma'am, I hope you don't mind a personal question, but would you mind telling me the origin of that captivating smell detected by these here nostrils?"

It took Donna a moment to understand what Townes had referred to. Then a hot blush spread through her cheeks, and she lowered her head in shame. The salesman could smell her cunt! She'd finger-fucked herself so many times that day that the whole house stunk of pussy?

"Just as I thought, ma'am. One'll get you ten your sticky fingers were dallying in a little afternoon delight when I knocked on your door!"

"What?" Donna gasped. She gaped at Townes' demonically lustful expression, unable to believe his boldness. "Why, Mr. Townes, how can you… I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I think you do, ma'am. You were masturbating, weren't you? It doesn't look like you've got one hell of a lot on under that bathrobe. Now I truly am sorry I interrupted you. Who wants to listen to some old salesman when you can enjoy a good come?"

"Why, Mr. Townes!"

Townes' grin broadened. Pushing the bottles and brushes out of the way, he waddled on his knees to Donna's couch. It took Donna a moment to realize he was making a pass at her. Then her cunt literally started throbbing, and she suddenly felt hornier than ever before in her life.

"But don't you fret, ma'am. Every salesman has to be a jack of all trades, in a way. I think there's something I can apply to that sweet pussy of yours that'll be considerably more gratifying than your finger."

Townes knelt oh the floor next to her legs and thrust his hands under her thighs, cupping the peach-shaped cheeks of her naked ass. Donna stared down at him with wide, disbelieving eyes, too shocked to do anything to stop him. Then he pulled apart the halves of her bathrobe, exposing the huge globes of her tits and her hairy cunt triangle.

"You wouldn't mind if I sucked your pussy, would you, ma'am?" Townes asked hoarsely. He spread her thighs and sighed as he saw the pouting lips of her dripping pussy. "Mmmm, does that ever look tasty! Awfully wet, too, if I do say so myself. No, I don't think you'll mind at all."

Again Townes dug his hands into the spongy cheeks of her ass. Then his head sank forward. He buried his face in the sopping wetness of her hairy cunt.