Jason Cannon - Secretary for swapping

So that evening they planned a cookout on a grassy hillside beside a stream that flowed.

After a light dinner and several drinks, Trixie slyly suggested that the youngest member of the group, female member that is, do a strip to start off the evening's entertainment.

"Don't do it, Gloria," Mike chimed in her ear.

"Why not?" the young wife countered. "I want to!"

"Well, I don't want you to."

"You've…" Gloria said. "You've fucked nearly every girl here and I've fucked nearly every man, except the boy. Why be a hypocrite? I'm going to do it!"

"I don't… please I…"

But her husband couldn't stop her. Gloria jumped up when Trixie found something sexy on the radio and started dancing.

Mike watched her with clenched jaws. He knew he shouldn't be angry. His wife was becoming exactly what he wanted; a way sexy lady. But he somehow didn't want her being sexy in front of everybody else!

Gloria moved around the soup. Her dress seemed to be a part of her, clinging in all the right places. At last she moved back toward her own husband. The sight of her animal-like gyrations was giving Mike a hard-on that swelled painfully in his swim trunks.

In perfect time with the music, she gyrated her hips, humping her cunt mound towards his face. Coyly her lips pursed and formed the words, "Eat me," as she squeezed and kneaded her red-tipped tits, clearly visible under the thin material.

Slowly the bits and pieces of clothing melted from her body. The music gave way to a steady rhythmic beat. She moved sensually, leaning far back, her hips arching towards the sky, thighs corded tautly, supporting her weight. He could see the outline of her mass of matted pussy hair, and he remembered the many times he had spread those ample thighs and the thought made his prick tingle.

Suddenly, Gloria was on the ground, writhing before her husband. Her voice was screeching, begging and imploring him to fuck her.

The others in the circle took up the chant. His eyes found the juicy, fur-lined lips of her cunt and his prick ached.

She wants it, he thought, she really wants my cock! But no, not in front of all these people!

"C'mon, you phony bastard!" Gloria was screaming. "You always said I never wanted to fuck you enough. Well, now I do! Fuck me, or somebody else will! Fuck meeeee!"

"No… no, I won't!"

"Yes!" Gloria hissed defiantly. "You wanted pussy – this pussy! Now fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me just the way you've fucked ail these other women all afternoon!"

"Fuck her, Mike! Fuck her, Mike!" shouted the others.

Mike remained frozen in place, refusing to believe that this was really happening. Then he heard snickering laughter and looked down. It was Paul.

"If you don't fuck her," the boy said, "I will. I haven't fucked her yet, and she's almost my age!"

That was too much for the young husband. Rage filled his mind and body. In one tremendous yank, he bared his hard cock and fell to his knees. With fingers like talons, he grabbed Gloria's thighs.

"Open your legs," he snarled. "Open your legs as far as they go, you fucking slut!"

Gloria's whole body was alive with uncontrollable passion. The young wife spread her sensually curved legs wide apart so he could kneel up in between her creamy thighs. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the roused girl, he was finally in position over her.

His rock-hard cock was poised only inches away from the gaping entrance to her pussy. He looked down and saw her lips pulsing and hungry for fulfillment.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed, sending chills of excitement rippling up his spine. God, she was acting like a whore… a beautiful, passionate whore who loved to fuck.

"You fucking bitch, cunt, whore!" he screamed, as the others started narrowing the circle around them.

In spite of her husband's rage, tingling sensations of savage desire were dancing and rippling through Gloria's belly. She needed a hard, throbbing cock inside her pussy, a long stiff cock that would split her hungry little cunt apart like a log. She had to have it, had to have Mike's thickly pulsing prick.

"Ram it in my pussy, damn you!" she shrieked, her head thrown back, her arms straining to support herself as her hair flowed over the ground.

Mike lurched forward into the vee of her widespread legs and guided the pulsing head of his long, thick hardness into her sopping cuntal slit. He held it between the juicy lips as they hungrily clasped around it.

"Get inside me! Stick your cock in my pussy!" Gloria wailed frantically, bucking her hips up and down in a dance of uninhibited desire.

Mike's cock quivered with excitement at the wet entrance to his wife's wide-gaping cunt. Then the young husband was unable to hold back any longer. Almost viciously, he reached beneath her naked buttocks and dug his fingers into the softly yielding flesh. At the same time, he suddenly shoved his hips forward, spurred on by her bare heels digging into his back, and rammed his rigid shaft hard into her waiting pussy.

"Yaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she screamed deliriously, her buttocks churning in delight against his embedded cock, her thighs coming together and wrapping around his neck like a vise.

His huge prick barreled inside her cunthole which began to twitch and pulse around it like a hungry animal. She arched her back and began grinding her hips up and down in a sexual frenzy as he fucked rhythmically in and out of her throbbing young pussy.

Nothing mattered any more except getting that exquisitely pulsating mass of flesh inside her craving belly. She was desperate for it, desperate for it to explode all through ha belly. God, it was thick, and it was her husband's! He had never been this turned on before, and she was determined to enjoy it to the hilt.

"Get it inside me. Ram it!" she cried obscenely, gritting her teeth, her whole body twitching with lewd passion. He moved forward slightly, shoving his cockhead just a little deeper, unable to control the shudders of pleasure rippling up and down his spine as her cuntlips worked around it. He let it rest there a second in the warm nest of her pussy, feeling complete mastery over her.

"You sadistic bastard," she hissed. "Oh, how I hate you! Fuck me!"

In desperation, she dug her heels between his buttocks, spurring and kicking him to make him move. God, she couldn't stand it a second longer. She needed his cock now, needed it more than anything she had ever desired in her life.

Mike was poised to ram his prick deep into his wife's quivering belly when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye.

He saw the young boy, Paul, crawling quickly across the ground, his naked cock rigid in his hand.

Mike could only stare in awe as he watched the boy kneel over his wife's face.

Grinning lewdly, Paul poised his cock inches away from her open mouth.

"Put it in my mouth," she moaned frantically. "Yes! Let me suck your cock!"

She could see every inch of the underside of his rigidly bulging meat. She wanted it inside her throat. She wanted to lick and suck it as her husband fucked his own wonderfully hard prick into her hotly churning cunt.

Paul reached down and circled his hands around the back of her head, lifting it up as his fingers locked together. He squeezed his legs tight to support her, and her arms suddenly circled around his naked young buttocks.

Mike's cheeks blushed with anger at the spectacle. Damn, she really was nothing but a gutter slut now, and he was going to treat her like one. He was going to fuck her so powerfully that she wouldn't be able to walk for a week!

A deep burst from his chest as he slammed his hips forward, driving his thick cock inside her clasping cunt to the hilt. His buttocks flexed and hollowed as he began ramming in and out, creating sucking noises in her pussy and groans of pleasure from her lips.