Robin Peters - Nasty daydreams

“Oh, Kay, baby, you’re jacking off! That’s beautiful! Just keep doing that.”

“Feels good, darling. It makes me feel good all over. Are you getting lots of nice pictures?” Her excitement was growing rapidly.

Here she was, out in the wide open, naked, lying on a rock in the middle of a creek, jacking off while her husband took pictures of her. And God only knew what he was going to do with them.

It was all simply too much! Her cunt throbbed with ecstasy as she came. She Tolled around on the rock, cumming, thrashing her legs, cumming, moaning and yelling, and cumming some more. Roger’s camera recorded all of it.

Roger ran out of film before she stopped. She lay on the rock for a few more minutes, resting, then went back to the creek bank and got a bar of soap. She grinned shyly and blew Roger a kiss.

“I hope you’re satisfied-taking pictures of your wife while she lies on a rock and jacks off. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Her voice was light and playful and still held a hint of passion.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going to take a bath. Which is what I was going to do before you led me astray.”

She trotted to the creek, fits and ass bouncing and twisting. Roger watched as she waded back into the water and hurriedly splashed the cold water over her body.

As she was applying the soap, she called out to him, “Come on in, honey. You need a bath, too.”

By the time he was undressed Kay was rinsed off and was standing on the creek bank briskly rubbing the water from her body. Roger was in and out of the water before she finished drying.

“Brrr, I’m freezing!” Kay said. “Join me by the fire and get me warm.”

Roger dried quickly and ran to the blankets. He crawled under the top one by Kay and hugged her to him. She pushed her hand between their bodies and grasped his cock.

“I thought you wanted to get warm,” he said teasingly.

“Do you know a better way? I’m still turned on from watching that couple in the woods.”

“You’re getting kind of bold, aren’t you?”

“Want me to stop?”

“Hell, no! What I really want is to fuck you from behind.”

She didn’t take that to mean with her lying on her side. “You do, huh?” She pushed the blanket back and got on her hands and knees, her ass up in the air and her tits dangling under her.

Roger was surprised by her quick, easy agreement. His lovely wife was giving him all sorts of surprises lately. Not only had she agreed to pose nude, she had jacked off while doing so. Now she was agreeing to fucking dog-fashion without an argument, which she had seldom done in the past. What would she do next?

Kay wasn’t sure what had come over her. Watching that couple fuck had done something to her. Really!

Roger knelt behind Kay and looked at his wife’s beautiful, up-turned ass. He held his stiff cock in his hand and probed into her hair-lined slit. She was sopping wet. When he had the head properly positioned, he put his hands on her full hips and gently pushed forward. He felt the hot, tight tunnel of love open to admit him.

Little more than the head of his prick was inside of her cunt when Kay slammed her body back at him, forcing his cock fully into her body.

“Pound it into me, lover! Give me a good fuck!”

Roger didn’t have time to think about her bold words. His hard cock and her hot cunt demanded all of his attention. He fucked her with short, rapid strokes, his lower belly slamming in to her firm butt. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was open, the tip of her tongue running over her lips as her passion mounted.

Her breathing became more labored. His hands slipped under her and cupped her dangling, full fits. Her worked the hard nipples and kneaded the firm, heavy mounds.

“Pinch my nipples, lover! Pound my pussy!

Oh, yes, baby, fuck me good!”

One of her hands flew to the patch of hair between her legs. Her finger slid into the top of her slit and settled on her clit. She put her head down on her folded arm and pushed her ass upward to receive his throbbing, pumping shaft.

She spread her legs farther apart and worked her clit in time with his hard thrusts. He moved his hands back to her hips when she lay down on her arm.

Every muscle in her body was tense as his cock slid in and out of her and her finger flashed over her clit.

Kay let out a harsh, strangled cry as her body went into the trembling spasms of orgasm.

“Oh, lover, it’s so good! So fucking good!

Going to cum now, lover. Fuck me good. Oh, oh, I’m there! I’m cumming!”

Roger quickened the pace of his fucking as her writhing movements became convulsive. Her body bucked and jerked violently. She raised herself on her hands again, and began rocking her body back and forth with such forge he had to hold her hips tightly to keep from being knocked away.

If she could suddenly get vocal, so could he. “Take my cock, baby. Take all of it,” he grunted. “Gonna fill your sweet pussy full of hot jism. Here it is, baby! Here it comes!”

His orgasm started and he came in deep, throbbing spurts as she rocked her body violently back and forth, fucking him. She kept on wailing and screaming as she bucked and heaved, fucking him as hard as she could.

His body went rigid, hips thrust forward to keep his cock buried in her cunt.

His steamy spunk filled her, back-blowed around his shaft, and ran down the insides of her thighs. She continued slamming her ass back into him until she felt his cock begin to soften. Then she fell forward onto her stomach.

“God, my throat’s dry! And sore.”

“No wonder. The way you scream would ruin anyone’s throat.”

“Oh, I’m all sticky. Sure doesn’t do any good for a girl to bathe when you’re around. Your cum is all over my thighs.”

“Why are you bitching? You’re the one who started this.”

“Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I? But you sure went along easily enough. Does it bother you when I initiate things?”

“God, not I was just wondering…”

“I don’t know, either, lover. Maybe I just decided it was time to be the way you want me to be. A little bit, anyway.”

A few days after their camping trip, Roger handed Kay a plain white envelope as they were getting ready for bed.

“What’s this?” she asked. “You’ll see. Open it.”

Kay hesitated. Her heart fluttered. “It’s the pictures, isn’t it? Are they good?”

“Everyone of ‘em. You look great. The one’s where you’re jacking off are fabulous.”

Kay opened the envelope and started looking at the pictures. They were really good. The sight of her wide open pussy, and what her hands were doing to it, made her blood run hot. Moisture seeped into her hole.

Then it dawned on her that someone else, most likely a man, had seen them.

Roger didn’t know beans about developing pictures. One of his friends had to have done the work for the simple reason that a regular processing place wouldn’t handle such lewd, suggestive work. She felt a hard tingle deep in her pussy.

“Do you like them?” Roger asked, almost holding his breath for her reaction.

“Yeah, they’re pretty good.” She giggled shyly. “They’re the best pictures that have ever been taken of me.”

“I take good pictures.”

“You’re good at other things, too. Give me a kiss.”

Roger leaned over and kissed her pussy. She didn’t struggle, not even weakly.

Her legs fell open as she lay back on the bed. If he wanted to kiss her pussy instead of her mouth, that was fine with her. She liked it. Very much. And she was already so damned hot, her pussy ached. A good orgasm was just what she needed.

Kay was already turned on from looking at the pictures and thinking about who else had seen them. Especially who else had seen them. Displaying herself so lewdly to the eyes of another man excited her.