Allan Taylor - Swap party campaign

"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" Her own taped voice cried into the stillness, and Ruth shuddered against the still-quivering thighs of her lover. Gradually his satiated cock was deflating in her mouth and she heard a great sigh of relief escape from his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall from her trembling lips.

"Oh… oh God…" she cried softly. She fell away from him, on the soft bed, spreading her legs lewdly, trying to cool the heat that burned out of control there.

"The… the tapes… both copies. I'll take them now!" she managed to stammer out. The taste of his cum was sweet and strong in her mouth, and she knew that her hair was a fright and her clothes a rumpled mess. But that really didn't matter. She would have time enough to fix that.

Dan looked at her in a manner that was both loving and grateful at once.

"May I say," he began politely, only panting the slightest bit after his powerful cum, "first of all, Mrs. Connors, you were magnificent! You surpassed my fondest dreams…"

"Never mind that!" Ruth screamed in heated frustration, and then lowered her voice in an effort to control herself. "The tapes… I'll have them now!"

"Well, I was about to explain. I'm afraid you'll have to come back. You see, I don't keep both copies here. But I can manage to have them for you… say… next week, at this same time?"

Ruth felt her heart lurch with elation; he was going to continue with this game! She was glad, she was enjoying herself immensely. Then she spoke. "Very well…" her voice broke, but she went on, "I will expect you then. Next Monday."

Dan cleared his throat, knowing that she was pleased.

Absurdly, Ruth focused on the stereo tape deck on the bedroom wall. There was a terrible aching in her temples, and she feared her legs would give way under her at any second if he didn't fuck her soon.

"It might be best for you to come here, Mrs. Connors. There's something else I want you to have before you leave. I think you'll like it a lot." He smiled wickedly, and she made her eyes wide with fear.

Ruth had never felt quite as aroused as she was now in her life, and the delicious taste of Dan's piquant cum juice seemed to filter through her flesh, teasing her nerves deep down between her legs.

Dan watched Ruth. He knew her well and could tell that she was more than ready to be fucked; he might have even teased her enough. He caught the almost imperceptible trembling of the young woman's muscles as she fought to control the fire in her body so that she would not spoil the act for him, and he looked down at her with love.

"Mrs. Connors…"

"Yes?" Ruth looked up, blinking in a dreamy stupor.

"I like fucking you."

"You like what!" She hadn't really heard what he'd said.

"Fucking you." Dan knew that she liked to hear all the obscenities when she was hot like this.

Ruth sucked in her breath with a shiver, getting tired of holding herself in check. "God. Do it, Dan. I can't hold out much longer. I need you."

Dimly the young woman was aware that her young lover was touching her arm with his hand now, lifting her up to a sitting position on the bed. She could smell the clean scent of his skin in her nostrils as he inched closer to her on the bed, and it quickened the pulse of her heart until she could hear it throbbing in her head. She felt his body press against her thigh in a comforting gesture, and her hugely billowing tits ached in swelling agony in the confines of her dress. God, her desire for him was worse than ever! When was he going to take care of it?

He pressed against her suddenly, planting wet, rapid kisses on her cheeks, and his tongue slipped through her open mouth in a passionate French kiss. Delicious little spasms of pleasure rippled unwanted through her belly and up to the rising nipples of her tits, and her breath grew rapidly quicker.

Dan noticed the change in her breathing as he broke away from kissing her and knew that the time was now. He raised his hand from her arm and pushed it gently against her huge, whitely billowing breasts, squeezing softly as he heard her moan in torment. He could feel her tits harden and swell under his sensuously massaging fingertips even as she tried to pull away.

Ruth shuddered at the heated touch upon her hotly quivering tits; the growing excitement in her cunt spread like wildfire, draining her of strength. She gasped for breath and squirmed against the mattress, pushing the wet lips of her hotly tingling pussy against it to try and quench the blaze that was burning out of control between her thighs, and her body responded with greater desire as his fingers groped at the zipper behind her back. She could feel the cool rush of air against her skin as he pulled the metal clasp all the way down to the tops of her smoothly curved asscheeks. Suddenly, the top half of her dress slipped from her arms to fall in a heap in her lap.

"Dan, listen, please, I mustn't…" she murmured brokenly, trying to hold on to the game a little bit, even though both of them knew it was an act, by trying to tear herself away from his welcome grasp. Teasingly, she jerked back away from his passionately searching hands and fell against the mattress, her tits jiggling wildly from the action. Fighting for breath, she giggled: "Dan, we can't do this! We just can't!"

"Oh, Mrs. Connors. Yes! Yes, I have to fuck you!" Dan cried out playfully. "I've got another load of cum in my balls now!"

"Dan… oh, Dan, please wait a minute…" she repeated as she dragged him down on top of her.

"No! No, I can't wait. I want to touch you and kiss you and fuck you. Right now. Please, Mrs. Connors, please, let's take our clothes off and fuck!"

He reached out with his arms for John's wife again, and Ruth struggled in his embrace weakly for another moment. Then all resistance ceased in her muscles and sinews; the game was over and it was time to get down to serious business.

Dan pushed her down into the softness of the mattress. Ruth's legs inadvertently opened, one foot unceremoniously kicking up in the air as her dress hiked up to her thighs. Dan sucked in his breath, his eager eyes seeing the crotch of her thin silk panties and the tiny copper tendrils of soft pussy hairs which curled out from around the edges of the elastic leg bands.

And then, as the mayor-to-be's wife stared upward in perverted anticipation, Dan began to undress. She watched him remove his tee-shirt, exposing his muscular chest within which his heart was beating as rapidly as a snare drum, then slowly, almost torturously, unbuckle his pants and slide them down over his legs and kick them off with his shoes. He rolled his undershorts down next, his fully recovered cock jutting out from his loins like a lance poised to fuck into her soft white belly without mercy.

"Oooohhhh God, yesssss…" Ruth murmured in a daze. She was dimly aware of his hands once more beginning to strip her of her clothing, his touch leaving burning paths of desire in their wake that burst out of control.

He slid the thin fabric of her dress sensuously down her softly trembling thighs and threw it on to the floor where it landed in a light frothy pile.

He raised up to his knees then between her quivering legs, and fumbled with the elastic waistband of her thin silk panties as she writhed in the paralyzing hold of her passion. It took a moment for him to be able to slide the fabric from her gently undulating asscheeks, but soon the cum-wet panties were added to the skimpy pile of clothing beside the bed.

There was nothing left. The mayor-to-be's wife lay before the lawyer, completely naked and smoldering with an overwhelming desire for him as he sat between her open thighs.

"Oooohhhh, Mrs. Connors," she heard him say mockingly, "I sure do want to fuck you!"