Jeff Collins: Swinging sister

"I've got to fuck you now, Sherry," he panted. "I just got to!"

"Yesss, yes, baby, now you'll fuck me!" To her new husband's surprise, Sherry flipped over onto her hands and knees and waved the dark crease of her ass and her fur-lined pussy between her butt-cheeks in his face. "But I want it in my asshole! I told you I wanted everything tonight, and right now I want to get fucked in my butthole. I can't help it if I shock you, but I want it every which way I can get it… tonight, and forever… from you!"

Don was amazed, but he was so hard and throbbing that anywhere she begged him to put it was all right with him.

Sherry closed her eyes and lay with one cheek against the pillow, her hair fluffed around her face. Her legs were spread widely, and she could feel his cock-head sliding up her slit until it was probing at her asshole. His stiff cock throbbed so tightly with blood that, to Sherry, it felt brittle.

"Oh, darling, my dearest, you're all man!" she cried. "Fuck me, fuck my asshole with your big meat!"

"I feel like I'm all cock now," he groaned, breathing heavily. "My dick's so full it feels like it's gonna bust!"

"Then fuck me with it… send it into my ass!"

Don did just that, in one vicious, hard driving plunge. A gasp erupted from his throat as he looked down at the full length of his big meat sliding effortlessly into her asshole. She was tight, and wild. It turned him loose.

Voluptuous sensations came to him from his cock as her tight ass-ring circled it. Harder and harder he pumped into her. Her flesh grabbed at him suckingly. He groaned and arched forward, driving his big prick again and again to its maximum possible length in her asshole.

"Ohhhhh, you stallion, you're wonderful!" Sherry shrieked. "You fucking bull! Do it to me!"

"Jesus, hot, hot, hat," he hissed and chanted, as he jabbed fiercely into her asshole.

He kept fucking her fast, feeling his cock swell painfully inside her bowels. He couldn't help himself; he knew he was about there. Sensing this, Sherry threw her own hips into frenzied motion, cramming her hot asshole back over his meat as their bodies crashed together. She furiously sawed against his plunging cock.

"Yesssss!" she panted. "Oh, God… fuck! Oh, Don, screw me… screw me… screw me, screw me! Ooohhhhhhhh!"

She got there just as he let go, and they quaked and heaved, the cum spurting out of him as her hot asshole convulsed. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he clenched his fists as the thrill of the intense come shook him to the marrow of his bones.

They fucked steadily the whole first week of their honeymoon, pausing only to go out now and then to eat. Then it was right back to bed and each other's bodies.

It was Sunday night, going into the second week of their glorious honeymoon, when Sherry had the first indication of things to come. She awoke just before dawn, with her ass against her husband's lap. In her sleep, she had wriggled against him until his dick was ramrod stiff. Now it lay nestled in the crease of her ass. He was awake.

"I love you, honey, I really do," he said softly.

"I know you do, darling, I know you love me," Sherry whispered into the darkness.

Then his voice became solemn. "Yes, I don't think there's any doubt of it, after all."

"What the hell does that mean?" she giggled.

"Oh, nothing, baby. It's just that, first thing in the morning, I have to be gone for a little bit… business."

Sherry didn't think anything of it; she assumed he meant a few hours. "Then fuck me now, darling! Ram your beautiful prick right up my ass!"

He found her ass-channel with his throbbing cock-head and shoved. He took her easily in her ass, and reached around with his hand to stroke the button of her clit. They both came gloriously in just a few lunges, and then drifted back to sleep.

It was mid-morning when Sherry awoke. She was alone in the bed. She scampered to the bathroom; no Don.

And then she saw the note: "Honey, I'll see you tonight. It may be late… don't wait up for me. Love always, Don."

Sherry thought noting of it, until, six days later, and he still hadn't fucked her again. She couldn't figure out what was going on, until Don explained that half of the honeymoon was pleasure, and the other half was business.

It soon became evident that, business took up a great deal of time, and soon Sherry was being left alone most of every day and every night. She was furious. She wanted Don. She wanted cock!

It was then she met Rico Dietz.

Thirty times! At least thirty times she and Don had had sex during the first week of their honeymoon. During the second week? Once! Just once! Sherry was disgusted. And she was totally frustrated. She was willing to do anything to break the boredom and put out the fire in her hot pussy – the fire that her husband had started but hadn't totally extinguished.

It was the last day of their honeymoon, the last evening, in fact. And, once again, Don had insisted that his business had to come first. He left, telling her that she would have to eat alone in the hotel dining room.

Instead of the dining room, however, Sherry chose the bar.

Inside the bar were lights and people and noise, and immediately Sherry felt her loneliness and boredom begin to slip away. A small dance band at one corner of the room played popular music. The whole room was made of panels of veined glass, running from the floor to the ceiling. It was dim, comfortable. There were stools at the bar, and three men sat at one end, tall glasses before them, deep in conversation.

Sherry paid no attention to them and slipped onto a stool nearest the door, the one farthest away from the three men. The last thing she wanted to do was advertise herself as a pickup, even if that might be what she was there for.

She finished her first drink and signaled the bartender for a second. He was just setting it in front of her when a voice sounded in her ear.

"Let me buy the little lady's drink."

Sherry whirled on the stool. "No, thanks, I can buy my… oh, my God! Rico Dietz!"

"Hello, beautiful. How's married life?" The tall, handsome Global Airlines First Officer slid onto the stool beside her.

"Married life is married life," Sherry said, wrinkling up her nose. "It's both good… and bad."

"I told you," the pilot said. "You aren't cut out for it, honey."

Sherry looked back at her drink, her forehead wrinkling. She wouldn't admit to Rico that he was right. Out of the corner of her eyes, she checked his wide shoulders and long, tall, masculine body. On overnight trips, she'd spent a lot of time in bed with Rico. Her pussy juiced a little when she thought of how long and thick his beautiful cock was… how it had felt in her ass and in her pussy all those times. Rico was a wild one, married, but he never let that stop him.

"When did you start the Bermuda run?" Sherry asked, shifting around until her knees were between the pilot's spread thighs.

"This is my first trip down. Lucky me, running into you on your honeymoon. Ain't that the shits?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sherry laughed.

"It means that all the stews on this run are either professional virgins or dogs," Rico chuckled, dropping his hand to her knee.

"You mean, the great Rico Dietz isn't scoring tonight?" Sherry said, letting her eyes roll down to the bulge in the front of his pants.

Rico's hand tightened, on her knee. He smiled, somehow reading the message in her eyes. "I don't know, Sherry. Is he?"

Twenty minutes later, they were in a rented car heading for the outskirts of the city. Rico had suggested that they just go up to one of their rooms, but Sherry vetoed that immediately. She told him there was no way she would dare to do it in the hotel, even in his room. She didn't want her husband, or any of his business acquaintances, to see her coming out of another room. And her room was out of the question. Ergo, they get a car and find an out-of-the-way motel.