Sheela Dyan - The neighborhood orgy

She could take no more! Her twitching clit shot bolts of frantic, frenzied excitement sparking up her leaking twat and she exploded, blasted, burst! Her hot cum lathered his stabbing, thrusting, humping cock to a gushy foam! Her hips moved eratically, missing his every slam in of hard, throbbing, beating cock! She moaned, groaned and gasped for air! She had to have air! Her breasts heaved frantically while his hot mouth devoured her titties in his torridly hot mouth. She thrashed around in heated rages of spastic passion as Stanley heaved and humped her gurgling, dribbling snatch! "Oh, fuck,I'm cumminnnggg!!Cumming nooowww!!!" She grabbed his big shoulders in ravished passion and then pushed him away in anguish! She wanted him close and if he was, she was going to die of his smothering heat! Her cunt splashed her lavish flood of cum and the squishing, suctioning sounds of his cock as it rammed, slammed, socked into her clutching hole, drove her ringing ears to near deafness. The pumping of her pounding heart filled her dizzy head until she thought she was floating, drowning in the mighty surges of waves in the waterbed. She was rocked into sexual oblivion! She smelled her own cum as it dripped out of her sopping, leaking hole from around his throbbing, pulsating cock as he socked it to her hard and heavy! She couldn't take anymore! Her gush of cum drained and her spastic vaginal muscles were dead. She couldn't move a muscle since her fantastic, raging, flaming orgasm…

Stanley rammed his thick, fat cock into her squishy twat, feeling her matted, blonde, curly hair brush against his dark, bushy pubic hair. His ramming cock slammed across her beaten clit everytime he stuffed her slobbering, hot, boiling snatch with his thickly veined erection. He felt his surge of sperm electrify his cockhead and he shot a jetting stream of thick, creamy cum into her drenched snatch! His body jerked and jiggled as he wracked in orgasmic pleasure. He pushed his shooting cock to a grinding thrust up her slobbering twat and gushed his ammonia-smelling cum into her fiery, boiling furnace! His big, hammy hands groped all over her sweat-slick body as he moaned and grunted!

His surge of flowing cum thrilled Jan beyond belief. She felt the hot spray of thick cream coat her highly sensitive vaginal walls. She sighed as she fell into an exhausted haze of heavenly bliss. She weakly squeezed his rubbery whang with her cunt muscles to get every last drop of his deliciously warm liquid.

"Will you come to our next swap meet? Only leave your wife at home. All I want is your cock! We don't need any more women. Will you?" Jan begged.

"God, I don't know if I can get away…" he moaned.

"Think of a way. You've got such a nice fucking rod, I'd hate to have it not used at one of our parties. God, you're a good fucker…" she moaned.

"After all these years I never thought I'd ever go bed with you. I guess I figured you were happily married or something," he moaned.

"I am happily married, just like all the rest of the world. Put up a good front and die of boredom. Man, you are a thrill and a half!"

She felt his stiff cock go limp in her gushing hole. She was saddened by the distressing condition. But she knew her milkman had to get back to work. She knew he would find a way to their party and if he didn't, tough shit! Now he knew she would fuck him at home anyway and was a damned good fucker. Maybe she didn't want to share him with the others anyway. That wouldn't be fair. Barbie was already bitching because Jan took all the cocks. It was only fair that Jan contribute to the cause and furnish an extra cock or so. And, God damn, Stanley had one hell of a fine cock and he knew what to do with it!

Stanley crawled out of the sloshing waterbed, leaving Jan with her dripping cunt. He agreed to try and get to the party and he left.

Jan smiled. Chalk up one more cock for the swap! He was one fuck the girls wouldn't forget.

Barbie was dead set to find a cock! If she could find two cocks all the better. She was furious at Jan for hogging all the cocks at the last party! Never again would a shooting cock be jerked out of her mouth and shoved into Jan's! Barbie would not stand for it! It had all been such a surprise to her that she had fallen rather easily for being pushed off Jim's shooting cock. Now Barbie knew not to trust Jan with a hard cock no matter who had it!

So Barbie was going cock-shopping. No more shortage of prick. She knew it would be difficult to just walk up to a guy and ask him if he wanted to go to a wife swapping party and please not to bring his wife. There was only to be the three wives. So they were gluttons for cock, so what? Maybe Barbie didn't have to look for a married man at all. A single one would do since he couldn't bring a wife he didn't have. Still she shuddered at the thought of asking a man if he wanted to go to a fucking party. Why should she? Men asked women all the time. It was about time some of the tables were turned and the men got raped, attacked, and asked to orgies. What was women's lib invented for? Poor excuse, but better than none.

Barbie would think about it as she sat by the pool in her apartment building. She got into her red bikini and brushed her sultry dark hair, grabbed a towel and padded downstairs to the pool. The sun was hot and she basked in its warmth. She must have dozed off because she was pulled back to reality by a masculine voice asking if the lounge next to her was being used.

Barbie sat up and shaded her brown eyes with her tanned hand and looked into the eyes of a blue eyed surfer. She told him it was vacant and lay back on her lounge.

"Do you live here?" he asked. "I've never seen you around the pool before."

"I don't come down too often, but I've never seen you around either," she said.

"That's because I don't live here," he chuckled.

"Visiting friends?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Nope. I just drop by and use the pool," he said, laughing.

"Do the managers know this? That sort of thing isn't allowed, you know. There are rules and regulations," she said, blinking at the young man about her own age. She had been settled down for so long it was a pleasure to look at a free spirit, a surfer, an untied bird, a loner.

"Do you always go according to the rules?" he mimicked.

Barbie shook her head and smiled. She remembered the wife swapping and knew there had been no rules, just a "let happen" sort of thing. She liked that sort of happening best. No planning, no plotting, just do her own thing. She had not been able to do that since she married Bob. He was a steady worker, stuck on routine and boredom. Now this guy was something else. Just the opposite of her dependable husband.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Does it matter? You can call me anything you like. What do you think my name should be? For you, I'll be that person," he said and patted her hand warmly.

She trickled with excitement at his warm touch. For her it would be difficult to imagine a name for this blond guy with the clear blue eyes. She was used to routine, numbers, paydays, set times for this and that. The only sparkling event in her life lately had been the orgy the other night. She was losing her originality. She was becoming a stereotyped housewife with nothing much to think of except whether to go to the market or sit by the pool. Another thrilling part of her life was to determine whether to bake a roast or make sandwiches and a salad for dinner. Even that wasn't her own decision, it depended upon whether the weather was hot or cold and if the air conditioner worked or not.

She wracked her brain to think, for the first time in years. She shrugged her slim shoulders.

"I can't think of a name for you. You'll have to tell me," she said, disgusted with herself.

"No way, chick, you think of what you want to call me," he smiled and his blue eyes twinkled.