Allan Taylor - Swap party campaign

"Mmmmmmm… yesssss… yessssssss…" John was moaning. There was nothing that made his day more than a call from his beautiful wife and a wild fucking session with her in his campaign headquarters.

Ruth brought herself slowly down as she faced her lewdly excited husband. She bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness of John's cock touching against her naked cunt flesh. She let herself remain poised upon its hotly quivering tip; her lewdly trembling pussy lips pulsing against his massively throbbing cock… and then she began to move. Pressing her softly trembling tits beneath her loosely cut dress against his chest, her slick, wet outer cuntlips were beginning to slip up and down the length of his cock, though he had not yet entered her.

John began to daydream… thinking of all the times he had fucked his lovely wife, and aside from that one night, which had been the best of all, each succeeding time was better than the last. All these things went through his head as his cock grew harder and harder. His exciting wife was moving faster and faster, building up a friction in the external area of her widespread pussy, feeling her young husband's cock throb and tremble against her. She slowed her pace and began to ride slowly and sensuously over it. The huge prick between her legs felt good to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth beneath the lewd pressuring, and finally the heavily pulsing head became a huge mass against the mouth of her hungry pussy. She knew it was time then.

Her John's wonderful cock! she thought to herself. She smiled at him as she panted above him and then planted small kisses on his lips. Her ecstatically quivering tits nudging into his chest, her soft sweet breath in his nostrils, her wetly quivering cunt on his cock… he was in heaven!

Ruth's creamy white thighs spread outward and the pink slit of hotly seeping cunt nestled lovingly now against his heavily throbbing cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his pants. John moved his arms around his beautiful wife and she put hers up around his neck. Her tightly gripping pussy slid tenderly up and down along the huge shaft of his cock, and her body began to jerk wildly. His passionate wife was deep in an erotic trance. She could not voice her pleasure because it seemed to fill her body and rob her of all but the lewd feeling of his cock nudging her cunt.

She reached her hand down and spread her aching pussylips with her fingers as much as possible and then let his cock fit up inside their cum-slick circumference.

Unable to stand any more of it, John cried out and bucked his hips forward and upward as hard as he could. Ruth could hardly keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the huge cunt-splitting cock fucked slowly upward into her tightly gripping cunt. Slowly it wormed its way up into her, and she worked her hips down upon it, filling herself with its hugeness, loving it, and wanting it with all her seething flesh.

He began to fuck upward higher and higher into the wet darkness of his wife's hungry cunt.

"Oh yeah… oh yeah… oh yeah…" he murmured. "Yes, yes, YES!"

Ruth wanted to scream out to him as she sometimes did when they were alone at home. Oh fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, John. Fuck me good and hard!

The young husband had begun a steady fucking rhythm up into her hungrily devouring pussy, his cock pushing, sliding, racing farther up into her. His cock throbbed between the wetly clinging cuntlips, the tightness of them sending fiery thrills through him as he began to fuck his hips hard up and down. He felt her alternately relax and tighten on his advancing and retreating cock.

Ruth's naked asscheeks, trembling and white, slid up and down upon her husband's legs as she felt herself ramming open mouthed down upon his prick. She had freed his cum-laden balls from his pants, and they wormed up into the tightly clenched crack between her eagerly trembling thighs. Her hot, velvety, hair-fringed cunt clung to the huge thickness of his deeply fucking cock, the wet, pink mouth spreading wide to admit every inch. In spite of herself, she began to emit low, heated moans of passion as her huge billowing tits heaved and her lips twisted with erotic passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as her voluptuously writhing body broke out in a thin film of perspiration. Her head rolled from side to side, her copper-red hair swaying, as her sensuously flaring hips began a slow, demanding roll above her husband's heavily screwing cock. And then suddenly, with an erotically wet, sluicing noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed itself nakedly down even more tightly against him and John was forced to clench his teeth in a desperate effort not to cry out.

Meanwhile, Ruth, who lewdly straddled John's huge cock, had entered another world. Her lush, sensuous body was bursting with lust as every atom of it responded to John's pussy-stretching cock, and in a wildly untamed manner she rode him relentlessly. Her body screaming inside with agonizing delight, she gurgled softly as the licentiously mounting sensations overtook her right there in her husband's headquarters with a bevy of vote-getting volunteers outside in the front office. Out the window she could see the tree-lined street of Pleasureville, and all along she was being magnificently fucked by her darling young husband! Nothing else mattered but the incredible licentious feelings racing inside her totally filled and churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as the huge, blunt cock sped hotly in and out of her steaming cunt.

The hot, wet pussy flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically around John's lust-driven cock as the startling tide of the cum struck him.

A scalding flood of cum juices gushed deep up into the softly yielding flesh of her cunt that surrounded his throbbing cock as he fucked on into both of their cums. They seemed to cum forever, his hot, slick juice ricocheting wildly against her desperately contracting womb. Her hands grabbed onto John's dark hair as they writhed together on the chair and choked back the moans that threatened to pour forth from both their lips, and John knew that Ruth was cumming not once but several times in rapid succession. Her eyes were totally lost, turned upward into their sockets as a glistening bit of saliva formed upon her lips. John could see that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. She was wriggling this way and that, moving her nakedly spread pussy up and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of hotly gushing juice from his wildly cumming cock. Her mouth bit down hard on his suddenly, and John felt everything inside him lurch toward her. He was giving her his all, and this wild, mind-blowing cum was his reward. It spun through his system, creating turmoil in every nerve ending, and the young husband felt the receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking pressure of his wife's tight, hair-lined cunt passage on his still wildly fucking cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from his forehead as Ruth slumped at last into his arms. There was a lewd pool of wetness where their naked flesh still touched, and John was glad that he always kept a change of clothes in his headquarters office. He would need it today.

Jesus! he thought. Jesus Christ!

Ruth lifted herself up from her young husband's slowly deflating cock. She felt weak and drained, but somehow uplifted. She had a meeting with Dan in half an hour and she could only guess what game he would play with her this afternoon. She looked adoringly at her young husband as she began to hurriedly adjust her clothes.

"Got to go now, darling," she murmured against his hair. "I've got to meet Dan in a few minutes. You know how he hates to be kept waiting." She stepped into her thin silk panties and headed for the door. She turned around, then looked lovingly at her husband.

"Lunch tomorrow with Andrew Blaine?"