Bob Wallace: Overeager orgy wife

Fred marveled at her. He hauled his prick out and rubbed his cock shaft against her belly. "You want my prick inside your pussy?" he rasped, his aroused tone adding to her past passionate state.

"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Fred, please fuck me. I need fucking so bad." She grabbed his prick and jabbed it between her legs, her mind in a whirl.

"Bend over, honey. I can fuck my cock in nice and easy that way." He was caught up in her fiery passion; his own fuck-lust had been ignited by hers. "Hold onto the tree and I'll take away your misery."

Barbara stumbled as she turned around. The tree gave her balance when she bent over and circled its narrow trunk with her arms. "Do it, Fred. Fuck me good. Let me feel your cock inside my pussy!"

"If you keep your voice down." He glanced quickly around to see if anyone was nearby. "You're getting too loud."

She moaned, doing her best to keep from screaming for his cock. "Fuck me, damn it, and I won't scream!" She shook her hips from side to side, her long legs parted and stiff. She prepared herself for the initial plunge. "Fuck me!"

Fred grinned at her wriggling ass and hips and moved closer, his cock at the cheeks other ass. "Hold still, honey. I got it right here." He dragged his prick through her seeping wet cunt greasing his cock with her creamy pussy froth. "Right here." He lunged sinking his cock deep with one forward fuck-thrust.

"Ahhhhh!" she growled, trying to keep her voice down.

She hugged the tree, her face smack up against the bark. She was getting fucked outdoors while hugging a tree; it seemed bizarre. Her pussy was adjusting to the throbbing hunk of cockmeat, and she swooned in utter delight.

She was incapable of completing a thought. His fucking cock was robbing her of her sanity.

"Unnnnn, you're dynamite, Barbara." His cock was being eaten alive by her gabbing pussy. He eased her dress up higher, feasting his eyes on her flared hips. He began fucking her juicy tender pussy with long hard jabbing fuck-strokes. "Unnnnnnnnn, honey, whatta pussy…"

Barbara held onto the tree for dear life. Her hips pushed and met his demanding fuck thrusts, her ass cheeks cushioning each blow. "Harder, Fred, harder! God Almighty! Fuck me harder!" She needed fucking; she had waited too long; the pleasure from Jeff's cock had long since worn off. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

"You got it," Fred growled.

He fucked with brute force, his prick slicing into her soft cushiony pussy. He made Barbara moan with each long stabbing fuck-lunge. He gripped her hips, spanning the curve, his fingertips sinking into her. In the limited light, he could see her jiggling ass meat. His thumbs spread the cheeks, of her ass, and he watched his cock fuck through her cunt lips and into her gulping pussy.

Shaking, Barbara lifted her head, her tits swaying, aching painfully from the passion scorching her body. One of her tits rubbed and scraped against the rough bark of the tree, irritating the smooth sensitive skin. She whimpered, the pleasure inside her pussy overwhelming her.

Her knees buckled as a lightning spasm ripped through her cunt. She quickly recovered, her mind soaring. In the deep recesses of her passion-dulled brain, she was trying to figure out how to keep from crashing to the ground when she climaxed. She couldn't think straight.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she squealed, her mind and body working together to explode.

Fred groaned; his cock swelled. With every fuck plunge, his spearing prick was greeted by a hot bubbling vat of pussy juice and greedy pulsating pussy muscles.

Barbara was into her orgasm. She almost collapsed from the fierce sensations, but she held, on. She felt like a fiery ball swimming in space, growing hotter and hotter, spinning faster and faster.

"I'm cumming…cumming… cumminggggg!" She was shrieking. She had forgotten where she was; her passion had been too overpowering and intense for her mind to reason. "I'm crrreamingggg You!"

In the midst of her horrendous orgasm, she clutched the tree, her body jerking, her ass lunging back, her tits crushed by the tree was if they were soft pillows. Her pussy continued to explode in a myriad of sensations was Fred's squirting cum filled her cunt.

Fred held onto her pounding hips, riding her storm, feeding her orgasm with his boiling cum. He fucked hard and forced his prick to fuck through the soft velvety folds of her pussy, his cockhead spearing the way.

"Jessssssssus!" he hissed through tightly clenched teeth, trying not to shout like the hot screaming bitch he was fucking.

He fucked her hard, his cock bathed in pussy cum was he squished inside the caldron of her exploding cunt. His knees weakened first, then his entire body; her pussy was draining him, drinking his cum and gulping his cock.

Barbara moaned back. She leaning against the man who had given her the only satisfaction she'd had in a week. "If you play drums like you fuck, you've got to be the greatest drummer around."

She tried her legs to see if they could support her, flexing them, then standing up straight for the first time without the aid of Fred or the tree. She trembled for a minute, the surging blood returning to her legs.

"God," she moaned, "I was screaming my damn head off, and the worst part of it was I couldn't stop myself." She fixed her dress and smoothed it down her body.

"I think we might have drawn a crowd. I was pretty loud myself." He squinted to see if anyone was around.

"I doubt it," Barbara said. "I must have been louder than you. Besides, with the music blasting inside, they couldn't hear us out here." She rubbed her tits and fucked them back in the green silk dress, hooking the little clasp. "Maybe you ought to go and relieve Steve?"

"You want me to send him back out here?" He shoved his cummy prick back in his pants.

"No, I've had it for tonight. You go ahead. I'll be all right."

Fred gave her a kiss. "If you're gonna be here tomorrow night, the band's playing again. Maybe the three of us can make it together, huh?"

"Tonight was my only excursion into this kind of shit," she said, and she gave Fred a serious look. "You might not believe this, but I'm really not like this at all."

"I believe it. You're a classy woman, and I'm glad I happened to be around when you decided to fuck." He winked. "Maybe I'll see you again." He left.

Barbara stayed in the wooded area to think. For a few minutes, she collected her thoughts, breathing in the fresh night air, smoothing her hair back in place, and idly picking a few pieces of bark off the tree. She took a final deep breath and headed for the club and her husband, a smile on her lips.

"I was looking for you," Carl said when Barbara returned. "Where have you been hiding?"

"Just taking a walk," she said smugly. "Why were you looking for me? Can't you find any young girls to dance with?" She glanced up at the bandstand, seeing Steve grinning down at her and Fred behind him, puffing on a cigarette.

"C'mon, Babs, don't be an old stilt." His eyes wandered to a young girl strolling by.

"I'm tired of your remarks," she said in annoyance, following her husband's line of vision to the pretty young girl. "Ask her to dance. I'm tired. I'm too old to be dancing this late at night." Angrily, she brushed by him swinging her ass at him, her large tits bouncing under her dress. "I'm going to get drunk."

Carl looked quizzically at his wife. She had been acting strange all week… and now this. He shrugged it off and started for the pretty girl who was standing alone. Hell, maybe I can get her outside and give her a quick fuck. She looks eager.

Barbara stood with a drink in her hand, watching her husband putting the make on the young girl. "Go ahead," she muttered under her breath. "I've already been outside and had mine." Tears filled her eyes as she spoke, and she turned her head away, taking a greedy gulp of the potent liquor.