Jane Allison - A hungry bride

"Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhhh." With her little remaining strength, Jane lifted Matt's weight on her back and raised her head to scream. "Matt… I'm cunmmmmmiiinnnggg… aaaaauuugggghhhh!"

Matt's arms reached under her tapering waist and held her buttocks completely off the ground as he fucked up into her tight convulsing rectal passage with every ounce of energy he could summon, rocking his loins back and forth with a savage motion as he buried his wildly ejaculating penis in her asshole. One more deeply plunging lunge… then another, and finally his white hot eruption splattered deep up inside her, flooding her with its powerfully jetting spurts of sperm. Through a mindless haze of pleasure, Jane could feel everything, a hot flood of cum that filled her insides to bursting, mingling with Larry's semen already pumped there a few minutes before… and the jab… a rapture… which was so sweet and powerful that it shorted out all her senses and she felt herself falling… and falling into a warm oblivion.

Jane didn't know how long she and Matt lay exhausted in front of the licking fireplace before the figures in the room began to move again. One by one they seemed to be taking turns to use the shower, and someone turned on the radio. She looked up to see Larry Leyton pouring another drink. He offered some to Mona but she waved him away, wagging her head sleepily.

Jane closed her eyes, Matt was dozing against her naked back, and she wanted to enjoy this moment to the fullest because it might be the last. God knows what her husband would think of her now!

"You've certainly changed," he whispered unexpectedly.

"So have you," she replied.

"Come on, you guys," Mona was saying, "didn't I tell you that a swap was like a shot in the arm?"

Jane and Matt smiled at each other wordlessly, knowing she was right.