Jeff Collins - Swinging sister

Beyond them, on the edge of the bed, Sherry saw the second couple. The girl was screaming for the man to fuck her in the ass as she knelt with her knees on the floor and her elbows on the bed. Behind her, the man gently cased his prick into her ass-channel an inch or two, and then lunged forward, burying his cock to the hilt.

Sherry smiled. She could almost hear the man's balls splat against the girl's pussy below as he ruptured her asshole with his hard meat.

And then Sherry's attention was brought back to her body as Paul Clemons slid between her quivering thighs.

"How do you want it the first time, baby?" he growled.

"Straight and hard," Sherry rasped.

He took one of her hands and moved, it down to his swollen, throbbing meat. She closed her fingers over the giant prick, squeezing first and then moving her hand in a slow up-and-down rhythm on the shaft.

"You're huge!" she breathed. "So huge! I can hardly wait to feel it inside my pussy, Paul! Oh, Paul, fuck me with it… fuck me with your big beautiful cock! Now!"

Paul groaned and lunged forward, shoving his dick up her hole. With a loud cry of pleasure, he rammed all the meat he had up Sherry's crack. He shoved and shoved until his knob touched something at the end of her cunt.

He fucked her swiftly and thoroughly, exciting her with the hard, rhythmic thrust of his cock. Her insides became sopping wet and she gasped loudly, moving in tempo with him, bucking spasmodically when he shot a wad of juice into her.

"You came?" she cried. "Oh, you came too quickly, but, my God, I'm coming, too!" Spasms of passion racked her luscious body. She reacted like a woman gone crazy, almost violently crushing him with the vise of her thighs, tightening her cunt so that his prick was squeezed almost painfully.

"One more?" he grinned down at her.

"Yes, oh, yes! But let's do it another way. Ohhhh, I love the way your dick rises, just like a pole, straight up!"

"Get on top of me!"

Paul lay back while Sherry straddled him, bringing her hot body flush with his, raking his face with her slick-wet lips. He felt the cushions of her heavy tits, felt the sensual rhythm of her hips.

Sherry aimed his cock, rested her hairy cunt directly atop it, gathered her breath and sinking down.

He parted her easily, neatly, bringing a deep sigh from her lips. She lowered herself, taking it all in, more and more, until the lips of her pussy came to the base of his prick and juice overflowed, leaking along his balls.

"Oh, shit, this is paradise!" she gasped.

He fucked into her, straining himself to rise, feeling her juicy, hot cunt swallow all he had to offer, feeling the muscles within her oily pussy gripping and milking his prick. It was paradise for him, too.

"Fuck me, Paul! Fuck my ass off! Oh, God, I'm leaking like a river!"

"I'll fuck you, baby. I'll fuck the living ass off you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked!"

She was giving his cock a bath in her hot flesh. She could feel the juicy effects of her fucking spewing from the lips of her pussy to soak his balls and pubic hair.

She groaned as she felt the flow of her come build deep in her belly and start for her clit. Paul felt it, too, as he curled and sloshed his prick in her cunt with ever-increasing depths and speed.

"Oh, shit, baby, I'm gonna come… I'm comin' real good!" he cried.

"Me, too!" Sherry shrieked, reaching around her squirming body to fondle and squeeze his balls. "Pound your prick up into me, Paul! Hurt me with your wonderful cock!"

His prick was pulsing on toward a devastating orgasm as her boiling pussy pounded up and down his shaft. He could feel great gushes of hot liquid searing the base of his dick as Sherry started her come.

Her thighs slapped his. She braced herself for the overpowering onslaught of released passion. A great gasp erupted from her throat and her thighs flew apart, even wider. Paul burrowed deeper into the gooey folds of her cunt-flesh, his cock vibrating wildly to bring her off.

And it happened for both of them.

He shoved his prick tight up into her seething pussy. One long stroke and then another. Then an explosion racked both of their bodies. It was a frantic, leaping stroke that cracked in Sherry's pussy like a whip and sent his cum rocketing solidly up her hole.

When she felt his jism cascading into her, she reached her own climax. His cock stuck deep in her and she gripped it tightly. At the same time, she threw her legs wide on either side of his body and began a series of wild, bicycle-like gyrations that rotated her pelvis in every direction at once.

Paul bellowed aloud at the overwhelming and excruciating pleasure that raced through the head of his cock as she throbbed and cried her way through her come.

Sherry kept up her manipulations until his prick was soft enough to slip from her grasp. Then she rolled over and sighed contentedly.

Her mind was still in a drug-filled haze, and her pussy was still hot for more cock. She reached over and grasped Paul's now-deflated meat. It was no good, she could feel it. He would need time to recuperate. But she couldn't wait. She didn't want to wait!

And then she heard a voice at the door. Toni's voice.

"Hey, gang, come on!" she called into the other room. "It looks like the party's in here!"

Sherry heard feet approaching her on the floor, and then hands were picking her up, carrying her. Gently, her body was placed on the bed, and she sensed someone beside her. She opened her eyes for just a second and rolled her head to the side. It was Toni, smiling at her. And already a tall blond man was working wildly above Toni's equally blonde body, shoving his dick with relentless fury in and out of her pussy.

"Don't you just love to fuck?" Toni giggled to her friend.

Sherry could only nod as she felt another body join hers on the bed. She looked down through slitted eyes. It was Harry again. He hovered between her thighs, with his rigid meat pointing directly at her pussy. He was grinning at her as his eyes roamed around the bed. Sherry's eyes followed his gaze, and she saw several more men waiting their turn.

Her foggy mind suddenly comprehended theirs intent. They were all going to fuck her!

No! she thought. Oh, no, that's not the way it should be. One cock at a time, yes, but not a horde of them!

She tried to writhe away from Harry's grasp, but two of the men grabbed her arms and held them fast above her head.

"What's the matter, Sherry, honey?" Harry chuckled. "You wanted some cock, didn't you? Well, you're going to get it, baby!"

Suddenly Sherry felt self-conscious about her nakedness, and wished there was somewhere she could hide. Her tits heaved as her breathing quickened. Her heart beat double-time, and she could feel the sweat breaking out on the palms of her hands. She hadn't counted on this. Suddenly she was afraid of them. They seemed more like beasts than men. They studied her like animal waiting for the kill, their eyes cruel and their mouths twisted into leers. She could feel the searing glares as they dissected her body, ripping at her tits and pulling away the furry mat of hair that covered her cunt.

Uselessly, she tried to defend herself from them by tightening her legs. Harry only laughed and spread them again.

Then she saw their cocks… all hard and all pointed at her.

Harry was speaking. "Gentlemen, I give you Sherry Marshall, and all her charms! Believe me, she's as lovely a piece of ass as you'll ever stick a dick into! First of all, notice her tits. What fine plump melons they, are! Look how the rosy nipples rise at the slightest provocation!"

No! Sherry's mind screamed. No, no, no! Not this way! I don't want it to happen this way. I'm a woman… not a piece of meat!

But the men were playing with her tits, her ass, her thighs. And Harry was running the huge knob of his hard dick up and down her slit, pausing now and then to grind it against her erect clit.