Jason Cannon - Stripper wife

"You son-of-a-bitch," she suddenly croaked, her hand reaching and squeezing his cock. "I want you. C'mon."

She was out of the car in an instant. When she turned back to him he could see her face clearly in the moonlight. Her eyes were blazing with lust and her mouth was slack with passion.

"Goddamn you," she hissed, "I need you, C'mon."

Never turn down a lady, Barry thought, and slid from the car, gently closing the door behind them. Betty ran up a path and, under some trees, with Barry close behind her. When they were just out of sight of the car, she stopped suddenly and turned. He ran right into her arms.

She pulled him closer to her. The covered ends of her breasts brushed against his chest, her mouth touched his face. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips, tracing the contours of his mouth, then drove inside.

"What are you waiting for, you bastard?" Her words were like lascivious spears of passion, and they found their mark in his excitement.

"You want it, huh?"

"Yesss," she hissed.

"With your clothes on?"

"Damn you," she spat. "Help me!"

Her hands tore at the, ties to her halter while his hands opened the button and zipper of her shorts. Her bare breasts were like mountains, of ice cream with cherries at their tops… hard, succulent cherries.

The shorts dropped to the ground. She slid her fingers under the cloth of her panties and pushed them down over her hips. The elastic widened to pass over her hips, then narrowed again as the hips tapered to thighs, calves, and finally ankles.

His hand cupped the fullness of her ass cheeks and pulled her body forward until her belly was, pressed against his lips. His tongue roved over the satin skin and her hands curled in his hair.

"You dirty, no good, filthy bastard," she groaned. "Bite me! Eat me up! I'm yours!"

His hands clenched on her full buttocks. He felt the spongy flesh compress as his fingers dug deep into the softness.

"That's it! Hurt me!" Her hips thrust her eager pussy hard against his lips.

His lips and tongue roved over her body. Her fingers in his hair yanked hard as she shoved his head to her. His cheeks brushed the trembling softness of the insides of her thighs as his lips found her hot cuntal flesh.

"Oh you bastard," she groaned. "Eat it. Suck my pussy!"

His tongue dipped into the groove of her auburn muff and laved the satiny smoothness it found there. She gurgled with joy as the tip found her clitoris and worried it until her pussy gushed its juice onto his chin.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "Suck it up! Suck it all up!"

Ellie heard the snap of the car door and popped her eyes open. She saw the retreating bodies go up the path and rolled her head to her two companions in the seat beside her.

They were both sound asleep. Natalie had rolled against her in her sleep and let her hand crawl up beneath Ellie's skirt until her fingers were lightly pressed against her pussy.

Ellie knew what Barry and Betty would soon be doing. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the seat to sleep. It did no good. She found herself thinking of Barry's huge cock sliding between Betty's thighs and parting the straining lips of the redhead's cunt.

She found herself spreading her own thighs and wriggling her ass forward to try and shove Natalie's fingers into her own cunt.

It wouldn't work.

She thought of awakening Natalie and making love. But she knew that wouldn't work, either. Then the vision of Barry's big cock again floated across her mind and she suddenly knew what she would do.

Carefully and quietly she slid from the car and padded on bare feet up the path behind the couple.

With Betty's help, Barry had removed all his clothes. She was now lying on the ground with his naked form standing above her. His prick bounced, rigid and ready, in front of his naked groin.

She was beautiful in the moonlight, with her thighs spread wide so that the moonlight could catch the juicy sheen on her cuntal lips and inner thighs.

For a moment he stood looking down at her naked body, open and writhing, her eyes glazed with passion, her arms reaching for him.

"Come," she whispered. "Fuck me."

He lowered himself upon her as she arched to meet him. They came together with the soft slap of flesh against flesh as his huge cock easily skewered her willing pussy. Her belly ground against him and her tits flattened up against his chest.

Her thighs locked around his hips and they quickly settled into the hard, panting rhythm of lustful fucking.

"Barry," she cooed against his ear, her hands running wildly up and down his tensed back. "Deep… hard, hard, hard! Make it hurt…hurt me with your cock!"

He lowered his head to her breasts and sucked as he withdrew his cock until only the hard-ridge was tickling her outer cunt lips.

"I'm on fire," she pleaded. "Oh God, I can't stand it… put it back in!"

His face was pressed against the softness of her breasts, her left nipple trembling between his lips. He could feel her heart beating inside her chest, racing like a trip hammer.

She arched her chest, up toward him and her hand slipped between their bodies to grasp his cock. Still he held back and lashed at her nipple with his tongue, while groans of frustration came from her lips.

He let her pull him closer, moved his knees to get leverage, then thrust savagely.

"Argghhh!" she screamed. "Ooooohhhh," she moaned as he moved away.

Then he was beating his cock into her, savagely plunging and withdrawing. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her head rolled from side to side as waves of delight washed over her. Her mouth was slack and a thin stream of spittle ran down from the corner.

Her eager body met him stroke for stroke. Her long nails raked his back and ass cheeks. And fluttery, rhythmic waves of contractions rolled through the muscles of her belly and pussy.

"Now, now!" she cried. "Harder… more! I'm there, I'm there!"

And she was. She came like a dam bursting. But still she didn't stop. If anything, she fucked her cunt up harder over his cock. She was a woman who obviously loved to fuck, and she was giving Barry the ride of his life.

"Ohhhh, it always feels so good when the first come is passed and I can concentrate on pure fucking."

Barry didn't answer her. She was driving both him and his prick wild and he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

As their pelvic bones ground together, Betty squeezed harder with her thighs.

She lifted her ass from the ground and started to gyrate it in ever-widening circles. The movement drove his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt, making the bulbous head rub up against different spots deep up inside her belly. It made her feel good and she was slowly able to excite herself all over again.

There was something primitive about fucking outdoors under the stars and the trees, and she was loving it. She was aware of the sounds of the birds, the animals, but most of all, she was aware of Barry's hard, thick, driving cock meat digging hard and fast into her cunt hole.

With a wrench of his body, Barry rolled over so that she found herself sitting on top of him. Different sensations flooded throughout her body as she closed her eyes and rotated her steaming pussy from side to side.

Barry was gagging with the lust in his choked throat. He reached up and cupped, then tore at, her heaving, swaying breasts. He pinched her nipples hard, making them stand out as he plunged upward, driving his cock in wildly impaling thrusts in and out of her pussy.

She held the thick shaft and fucked herself down, pleading telling him with her hips, her buttocks, her tight nipping pussy, to drive the whole of his loving prick up her cunt.

Betty couldn't speak. The fire from the tip of his rod had reached her throat.