Jeff Collins - Swinging sister

But the crazy, insane way they were fucking was a totally new and different experience. His prick had entered a whole new world of slippery, sliding warmth and wetness. The farther he shoved it, the better it got.

"Oh, fuck!" Toni muttered, writhing and groaning, massaging Harry's cock and Sherry's stiff clit at the same time. "Fuck, fuck, three-way fuck! aaaggg hhhh, fuuuuuuuccccckkk!"

Harry's dick was in Toni's pussy all the way to the root now, his balls squeezing against the hot lips of Sherry's cunt. He never wanted to pull it out again. Toni was driving him wild with lust as she rubbed and tickled and squeezed. Her juices ran from her hot hole, scalding the length of his sensitive meat. Sherry bent down to suck one of the gorgeous blonde's tits into her mouth. The effect on her cunt was immediate, and she began licking and sucking on a nipple as if her life depended on it. It got even hotter and wetter, until her cunt was a slippery, squirming cauldron of liquid lust.

And then Harry was alternating between Sherry's pussy and Toni's pussy. He would take a few strokes in one, pull out, and then ram into the other. It was wild, wonderful, beautiful.

"Just make us both come, Harry, that's all we ask!" Sherry grunted, humping her ass up and down to take the most advantage of the strokes from his hot, hard cock.

Harry began to alternate faster and faster, flipping his dick from one to the other after only a few short, fast strokes, each plunging deeper inside the two girls.

"Suck my tits, Toni! Suck my titmeat while Harry bangs us!"

Sherry screamed, while she rubbed her gorgeous breasts against Toni's tight nipples.

Somehow, Sherry's words penetrated the lovely blonde's sex-crazed brain. Toni slowly lowered her head to Sherry's creamy tit and began sucking the full, perfect breast into her mouth.

"Ohhhh, it's good! Yes, suck my tits!" Sherry crooned, loving the way Toni was pumping her lips against her swollen breasts.

Now Harry wasn't paying any attention to what the two girls were doing. He was too busy fucking them, flipping his dick from one to the other so fast that it seemed to Sherry that he was hardly missing a stroke in her cunt. His hands were busy, too, kneading and stroking Toni's golden flesh and Sherry's creamy skin wherever he could grab a convenient handful. Toni was close to a climax now. Her skin was flushing pink, covered with a glistening coating of sweat, as her breath around the tit in her mouth became shallow and gasping. She was grinding her ass around to rub her pussy as hard as she could against Sherry's clit and Harry's cock.

She was moving around so much that it was difficult to hit the luscious target with his prick whenever it slid out of Sherry's cunt. Her pussy contracted around his cock with an incredible burst of strength. Toni was holding him inside her hole tightly, milking his prick with the slippery walls of her pussy, pulling it and sucking it and making him grind into her even deeper than before.

In no time, Harry let out a yell of pleasure as he felt himself coming like he'd never come before. He poured a flood of hot juice into Toni's cunt that seemed to have no end. It was being sucked up right out of the depths of his balls by her hungry pussy, sucked down the hot length of his prick, and then swallowed in her moist meat.

"Ohhh, Harry,me! Me, too!" Sherry cried, whose cunt was now being left out of the action.

"I can't help it, baby," he rasped. "She's got me trapped inside her pussy. Oh, Jesus, I'm coming again!" Then he was pumping more juice into Toni's pussy, and the girl was groaning louder, incoherent now, obviously in the grip of a wild come.

"Fuck me, ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" Toni cried.

The excitement around her was too much for Sherry – the kneading of Harry's hands on her tits and ass, the rubbing of Toni's clit, which had reached a new height of intensity as Harry fucked her more and more vigorously. Sherry felt herself coming, too, and she shrieked with joy as she ground her pussy even tighter against Toni's hot cunt.

And then all three of them were exploding with wild intensity, until, at last, they rolled to their sides, gasping and breathing out their fulfillment.

Minutes later, Toni raised on one elbow. She looked down at Sherry as her tits fell across the girl's red hair. "You know, Sherry, that if you were still flying you could do this any time you wanted to… anywhere in the world."

Sherry nodded. She knew only too well the truth of Toni's words. But how in hell could she pull it off?

Every morning for the following week, Sherry braced herself to tell Don that she was going back to flying. And each morning it as the same result – she couldn't do it.

And then along came another weekend, and a call from Toni.

"Party tonight, darling. Gobs of wild, crazy people doing what we love to do best!"

"I'm not sure I can, Toni."

"Oh, don't be a drag, Sherry. Besides, Paul Clemons will be there. The party's at his house!"

"Paul…"

"Head of stew personnel," Toni replied. "I told you about him. Sherry, you said you wanted to fly again. Well, to get the job, you have to go through Paul. All the flight schedules are full, but be nice to Paul and I'm sure you could get on."

"Oh, Toni, I don't know…"

"Oh, come on! Believe me, Sherry, Paul is very easy to be nice to! God, what a lover he is! And, on top of that, it's my going-away party."

"Your what?"

"My going-away party," Toni replied. "I didn't tell you? I'm working out of London starting next month."

It was a blow to Sherry. Suddenly, she realized how much she had come to rely on the fuck-sessions at Toni's apartment. They had given her an outlet for her frustrations, and they had actually seemed to help her marriage. Don seemed calmer around her, now that Sherry wasn't constantly in need of his sex.

What would she do without Toni? Would she start cruising bars, picking up men? Would she try the relative safety of lesbian bars and replace the thrills she got from Toni with another woman? Or, worst of all, would she resume the dangerous liaison with the young man, Bill Watson?

"Well, Sherry?"

"What time does the party start?"

"Eight-thirty or thereabouts. And, remember, it's an all-weekend affair!"

"I'll be there."

Sherry rang off and quickly fumbled in her book for her brother's number.

"Ken?"

"Hi, Sis."

"I need a favor. Fay is sick and you want me to take care of her over the weekend."

Ken laughed. "Sherry, my wife hasn't been sick a day in her life."

"She is now, Ken. I have to get out of the house for the weekend."

"Ohhhh, got ya, kid. Sure, no problem."

She then called Don.

"Wow, honey, that's short notice. Can you get a flight?"

"I've already got one," Sherry replied, breathlessly. "Eight o'clock."

"Okay. Want me to drive you to the airport?"

"No! I mean… no, it's alright. I'll drive and just leave my car in long-term parking."

Then it was a long shower and meticulous care with her hair and makeup. At seven she packed a bag and left the house, wearing a severe business suit just in case any of the nosy neighbors remembered and would voice, to Don, how strange it was that his wife would board an airplane in an evening gown that revealed nearly all of her voluptuous tits down to their dark nipples.

From the look on the gas station attendant's face when Sherry walked from the restroom, now dressed in the gown, be thought it was strange.

But Sherry didn't give a shit about him.

It was almost eight-thirty when Sherry set the parking brake and switched off the ignition. The house was ablaze with light, and when she opened her car door she could hear the stereo blasting away. Her heart quickened and her tits swelled as she entered the house, full of anticipation. She knew that, within the hour, she would be soundly fucked.