Renee Stevens: Driven Into Swapping

Every moment was more exciting and more delicious than any be had ever had before.

"Oh wow!" he panted, "I love it."

His penis juices were beginning to shoot.

"I'm cuming," he cried as he gripped her tightly.

"So am I, darling," she whispered.

She came, in multiple orgasms.

As their bodies pitched to the climax together, Johnny said, "You're a real good grind."

"Oh, Johnny baby," she said, "you've got to come back and fuck me again."

"I will if your husband doesn't mind," he chuckled.

"He won't mind," she laughed gaily. "He'll never know."

"Good for you, honey," he said. "What a husband doesn't know doesn't hurt him."

"You said it, sweetie," she said, as her hands gripped his asscheeks again and kneaded them once more.

When he finally pulled his penis out of her pussy, he was dripping.

"Don't drip on the floor, Johnny," she warned him.

It was too late. Some of his sperm juice was on her blue carpeting.

She went to the bathroom quickly, and got a towel.

"Wipe it up good," he said. "Every wife should."

"Johnny," she said, "you wanted to ball me today, didn't you?"

"Sure I did," he smiled.

She suggested that he take a shower with her but Johnny was worried. He had his work to do, and be didn't know how he would ever get it done I he was fucking all the time.

"Johnny," she suggested with a Smile, "would you like to take a shower with me?"

"Well, if you don't take too long, I guess I could," he told her. "As you know, I'm working."

"You call this work?", she said, as she reached down and felt herself.

"Well, that's not work," he admitted, "but there's a lot of work that I should be doing out there in your yard."

"That can wait, honey," she said. "My pussy is on fire it can't wait."

"Alright," he smiled.

She was still determined to be the man in the act. She wanted to get on top of his tool and ride. Getting into the shower, she felt she would have an opportunity to get him stimulated again.

"Did you ever have a woman wash your penis?" she asked him, with that caressing tone that always got him excited.

"Well no," he said. "Not since I was a baby, anyway.

"Well, it wouldn't excite you then," She said, "but I bet it would now."

Reaching out, she gripped his huge tool. Then she applied the bar of soap to him and washed him instantly Johnny felt himself stiffening.

"You'd better not play around with that," he said. "You're going to get it hard again."

"Well, that's the general idea," she smiled.

As he became harder and hotter, she became more eager for action. Reaching down, she toyed with his testicles.

"Do you mind if I wash your bosoms?' he smiled.

"I'd love it, dear," she assured him.

He reached for the bar of soap and began massaging its soapy lather into her breasts.

"Oh, that's so nice, honey," he said, "and they're soft as silk."

"They are nice, aren't they?" she grinned.

"Sure, baby, sure," he said, as he went on wandering around with the bar of soap down to her vagina.

Now she was happy as she was sure she would get him to do it once more.

"This time, honey," she suggested, "I would like to ride your cock."

"You're so determined to do it," Johnny observed. "Why?"

"Because, baby," she explained, "a woman doesn't always like to be passive. I'd like to be a little different."

"Alright," he agreed. "If that's what you want, that's what you get."

When they had finished showering and dried off, they went beck to the bedroom.

Johnny wanted to make sure that she was satisfied this time, so he asked her quite frankly, "What position do you want me in?"

Trudy explained quickly.

"Now, honey," she told him, "lie on your back. Then I'll just slip my pussy down over that great big cock of yours."

"That's o.k. with me," he assured her.

Then, she straddled him. Grasping his penis in her hot band, she slid down over it smoothly.

"Oh, you're an easy slider," he laughed.

"You bet I am, Johnny," she said. "I'm what you call a ball of fire."

"Well, I'm going to expect fire out of your pussy," he said. "I'm going to really ram it to you this time."

"I wish you would, honey," she said. "That's what I need. Someone to really give me a good fuck."

"Well you're going to get it, baby," be said, "you're going to get it from here to there."

With a forceful thrust, he jabbed it forward. As she felt it sliding into her, she became more intensely excited. He reached up to grip her breasts and play with them while she wiggled her pussy around. The vigorous movements of her vagina, gripping at his stabbing cock, teased him enormously.

"This is a pretty good way to make it, baby," he told her. "I really like this."

"So do I, Johnny," she said. "Fuck away."

He fucked vigorously now, and she became more and more excited every second.

Panting and sweating, their bodies slapped together as they worked toward a climax.

"Fuck it," she begged, "ram it in there. Oh yes, baby, all the way up. Let me feel it."

Johnny was enthusiastic. He had had fucks, but unfortunately the chicks he had made it with weren't quite this turned on. Realizing that perhaps an older woman was better, he enjoyed every moment of his new experience.

"Come on, Johnny," she urged, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Passionately he pumped into her.

"Oh," she panted, "that's too much. Fuck, baby, fuck, Johnny, fuck!"

As the giant cock stabbed away, both of them looked at each other. The passion that was igniting in his eyes inflamed her anew to sexual heights. What waves of erotic delight swept over them, as they continued their wild, abandoned fucking.

"Give me that cock," she cried eagerly. "Give me that cock."

He gave it to her alright, and she loved every inch of it. Gripping it tightly within her vagina, she felt as if it was hers. She clasped it to her as if she could never let it go.

She deplored the fact that her husband was limp and could never please her. It made her furious to think of Vince coming home, and wanting to ball her.

"Doesn't your husband take care of you?" Johnny asked.

"No, he doesn't," she laughed. 'But I don't give a damn now. I'm liberated. I'm free."

"You're a liberated woman alright," he said, "and you come on like gangbusters.

Fuck, baby, fuck."

Faster and faster he rode into her. And his hands worked effectively on her breasts every second. She loved the feel of his hands grasping and clutching at her breasts, but didn't particularly appreciate the fact that he was a little rough with the nipples.

"Those are sensitive," she said. "Take it easy, honey."

"I get so turned on," he said, "I don't know what I'm doing."

"Well, pull back, baby," she laughed. "I don't want your fingernails making them bleed."

"Don't worry about it," he smiled, as he pinched them, making it a point not to use his fingernails on the nipple.

Suddenly he jabbed at her hard and shot his gun off.

"I'm juicing," he said, "I'm creaming, baby."

"Me too," she cried. "Right on target. I'm cuming in multiples."

Johnny was doing things for her that no cock had done for her in years. When she thought of Harry's mild penis and her husband's limp cock, she realized she was being shortchanged.

"Oh, Johnny," she gasped hotly, "What a stud."

"You think I'm o.k., huh?" he smiled.

"Yes, baby," she told him, "you're enough to make two women happy."

"I could that," he said. "I'd like to eat a pussy, while a chick blew me. That would be sensational."

Instantly she realized that Johnny was like all other males, never completely satisfied, and always angling for more action.

"Oh, that would be real nice," she told him.

"I think so," he said. "I need to get me a lot of that pussy."