She even forgot that her husband might be fucking another woman at that very moment. The only thing that mattered was getting off on Don's expert tonguing. She felt him folding back the golden-furred lips of her cunt-bush and fully exposing her engorged clit.
"Yes, honey, lick me there," she panted. "That's the best place of all!"
Don didn't really need any encouragement. Joan suspected he had a natural hunger for pussy-cream. He started raking his tongue back and forth over her joy clit, lapping up her juice and eating it as fast as he could get it.
Joan writhed and whimpered with pleasure. Thick hot cream spurted from her pussy-hole, soaking Don's face. Her clit was the most sensitive and responsive part of her body, and his tongue was right on it, teasing and lashing. She bared her teeth in a lusty snarl and teetered on the brink of orgasm.
"Shit, that's good," she moaned, "so fuckin' good!"
Then Don surprised her. He suddenly jammed his lips around her throbbing clit and started sucking it. Joan almost flew off the bed. She gave a hoarse scream of pleasure, and molten juice coursed down her ass-crack and puddled on the bed.
"Oooooh, baby, oooooooh!" she howled.
Nothing could feel better than this. She sobbed with bliss as Don sucked hard and hungrily on her clit. No way could she keep from coming now. The explosion started from the base of her clit and thundered through her whole body.
"Unnnnhhhh, God… Yesssssss – aaaahhhhhhh!" she wailed.
Her body went into violent pleasure spasms, and Don couldn't keep his lips on target. He rose to his knees, watching her with lust-glazed eyes as she rolled around and sobbed with relief. At last she went still and looked at him.
Her eyes went right to his cock. It was about to batter its way out of his pants. She could actually see it bucking and throbbing through his clothes. All she could think of was getting that huge hard-on into her starved little cunt. She made a grab for him, pulling him down on top of her.
"Come on, Don, honey, fuck me," she panted. "God, I need it so bad I could scream!"
But to her surprise and disappointment, Don wrenched himself out of her frantic embrace. "No, Joan, I just couldn't do that to Frank and Vicky."
Joan could have howled with frustration. She wished she could take him over to his house and show him Frank and Vicky fucking. That would change his mind in a hurry. But she and Vicky had agreed not to reveal their plan to the men.
Then she thought of something else. "You've never cheated on Vicky?" she asked slyly.
Don turned scarlet. He should have, too, because that very day he'd been making it with Shelly. How could he justify fucking her and not Joan? But Joan knew all too well – Frank was his buddy, and he wouldn't fuck his buddy's wife.
But his buddy's wife was about to kill for a decent fuck. Joan couldn't control her hunger. She grabbed for the zipper of his pants and tried to pull it open. Don grabbed her hands, and they started a wrestling match.
"Damnit, Joan, no," he panted. "I won't fuck you. I'll do anything else, but not that."
"Anything else?" Joan grinned.
"Yeah, you name it," he said.
"Then how about going down on me again?" she said.
"Sure, great," he said with relief.
Joan had an idea. If she could just get him hot enough, he might forget his marriage vows. He'd gotten wildly aroused from going down on her, and now she was going to get him even hotter. She flopped onto her back and opened her legs.
Don made a dive for her, and the next thing she knew, he was shoving his tongue up her cunt. It felt fantastic. She wailed with pleasure and drenched his face with a helpless flood of steaming pussy-cream.
"Oh, yeah honey, fuck me with your tongue," she moaned.
Don's long thick tongue hammered in her cunt, giving her hot stabs of pleasure. Joan adored it, of course, but she was also hoping it would give him ideas. He might start to want his cock in there instead of his tongue.
She made it tantalizing for him, using her cunt-muscles to squeeze and tug at his tongue. Her pussy was tight, smoking, and velvet-lined. Don had to be thinking how terrific it would feel to cram his cock in there.
"Unnnhhhh, give it to me as hard as you can, baby!" Joan wailed, "Make me come!"
Don groaned and tongue-fucked her with lightning speed, and she closed her eyes and rocketed to the brink of orgasm. She could come so easily this way. It was just a matter of seconds. She felt another violent climax erupting from the fiery depths of her pussy and shaking her whole body.
"Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhh, you did it to me, I'm comingggggg!" she screamed. She lost track of time as she writhed and bucked in ecstasy. But at last she went limp and panting, shivering with the delicious aftershocks of her orgasm. Don leaped off her and stood up.
"What are you doing, honey?" she asked dizzily.
"I'm going home," he said grimly. "I'm going home to my wife where I belong."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, no, you don't!" Joan cried, leaping off the couch and tackling him. Don yelped with surprise as the slim blonde knocked him to the carpet and sat on him.
She couldn't let him go. She needed him too badly. And if he went home, he'd find Vicky in bed with Frank. All hell would break loose. Joan had to do everything in her power to keep him with her.
"Joan, damnit, let me up!" Don growled.
Joan paid no attention to him. She just grabbed his zipper and tugged it open. She seized his pants and shorts and pulled them off. His cock sprang free, standing up stiff and drooling. Joan whimpered lustily at the sight of it.
"Now listen, Joan," Don snarled, "I'm telling you for the last time, I'm not going to bed with you, so you might as well – ahhhhhhhh!"
As he was protesting, Joan dipped her head way down, opened her lips, and slid her hot wet mouth down around his cock. Don gave a helpless groan of lust as she began sucking his cock-meat. The big man shivered and writhed.
"Unnnnnhhhh, Christ, stop that," he babbled hoarsely. "It isn't right, Joan – unnnnhhhh."
He could protest till he was blue in the face, but Joan wasn't quitting. Now that she had his big throbbing prick in her mouth, her excitement reached the boiling point and she couldn't think of anything but that throbbing column of cock-meat.
"Mmmmmmm, uuummmmmmm," she moaned.
She sucked hard and hungrily on his cock. It had been so long since Frank had let her give him a blow-job. He was always too busy, too tired. Joan was absolutely starved for the taste of cock, and she showed it now.
Don stopped babbling and just groaned and panted as the cock-starved young housewife sucked loudly and greedily on his prick. Joan soon realized that the fight had gone out of him. He groaned in bliss each time she sucked on his prick.
Maybe he thought this was as far as she'd go. After all, he'd considered it okay to go down on her and relieve her horniness, and now she was just returning the favor. But if he thought he was leaving without fucking her, he was wrong.
Joan worked her hot juicy mouth up and down the hard, throbbing shaft of his prick, sucking up the thick salty cream that oozed from his piss-hole. Don watched her with hot lusty eyes, his nostrils flared. He was red with excitement, his face twisted into a lusty grimace. He was going out of his mind with excitement, and that was just what Joan wanted.
She drew her cheeks in farther, making her mouth tight and searing hot. As she worked her juicy lips up and down the hugely engorged shaft of his cock, Don's eyes almost bugged out, and he snorted with excitement.
"Yeah, baby, that's it, suck!" he roared.
Joan instantly drew her head back and let his spit-soaked cock snap free. He groaned in frustration. She sat astride him with a mocking smile, while he stared mournfully at his nearly exploding prick.