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.
Toni met her in the alcove. "Oh, hello, darling!" the blonde said. "I'm glad you're here. The party got going a little early!"
And when Sherry followed Toni into the living room, it looked like the party had started very early. The room was filled with the smell of smoke – both the straight kind and the more acrid kind. The liquor had obviously been flowing like water, and no one she saw seemed sober.
A cheer went up from all the men when Sherry entered the room and she was spotted. She would soon discover that every beautiful woman who entered was greeted this way.
"Just mill around, honey, and make yourself at home," Toni said, as someone shoved a drink in her hand and pulled her away to talk about something that couldn't wait.
Sherry shrugged and headed for the bar. There was no bartender, so she mixed herself a strong drink. Then she found a relatively quiet corner and looked the crowd over. They were the kind of people she had expected – loud, happy, and bursting with life and exuberance. Most of the snatches of conversation she overheard were about either flying or fucking, and most of the people were drunk. Yet it seemed to her that these people were enjoying themselves more at this one party than she and her friends had enjoyed themselves at all their parties.
Most of the girls were stewardesses, and even the ones who weren't tried to look like stews on the make… the wide smiles, the "What can I get for you?" eyes. And all of them wantonly displayed and used their bodies. The dancing was nothing less than vertical intercourse.
There wasn't much time for Sherry to see any more. Harry Partlin found her in her corner and whisked her out, onto the dance floor. In no time, she found herself doing what all the other girls were doing. And she liked it.
"You want to fuck me now or wait 'til later?" Harry laughed in her ear.
Sherry returned the laugh. "Dance with me some more and rub that big meat against me, and I'll tell you!"
They never got that far. During the second dance, a stranger cut in. Harry left her, with a pat on her ass, and whispered, "Live a little, honey, and have a good time!"
The new man dancing with Sherry was about forty, handsome and very self-assured.
He danced exactly as Harry had.
"I'm Paul Clemons, your host."
"I know who you are, Sherry," he laughed, running his tongue along her earlobe. "I've heard all about you. And I could hardly wait 'til you arrived."
With all the gorgeous girls in the room, Sherry knew his line was bullshit. But, nevertheless, she loved it, and ran her pussy ever harder over his stiffening cock as they danced.
By the end of the dance, Sherry was hot and he was hard. And they both knew it. Again, he leaned close to her ear.
"Want to smoke?"
Sherry nodded, and Paul pulled her across the room to a door that opened into a bedroom. She balked at first, until, in the dimmer light, she saw that there were at least two other couples in the room.
She moved inside, and Paul closed the door behind them. From a box on a table at the head of the bed, he drew out a thin cigarette made of brownish paper and yellowish tobacco. The others were variously seated or sprawled around the room, some of them smoking, others simply staring at the ceiling.
It was then that Sherry saw that all the men were totally nude, and the women were down to their panties. There was a sharp, sweet smell to the air in the room that Sherry recognized as pot.
They passed the joint back and forth until it was almost gone. By that time, Sherry was hotter than ever and she could feel her head swimming. More of her reticence disappeared as she watched one girl on the floor lean over and take a man's cock into her mouth. It really turned Sherry on. She wasn't totally high yet, but she knew that when the time came, she would give herself to Paul Clemons with virtually no resistance.
Suddenly, Paul seemed like a very old friend, someone she had known for years.
Then she was aware that the music from the other room had become louder, and the driving rhythm seemed to be reverberating inside the hollows of her body, inside the already seeping flesh of her hot pussy.
Her breathing quickened and her pulse kept time with the music. Now she was aware of the pleasure of pot and was greedy for more. Paul brought her another stick, which they shared and she flew even higher. Now the music was coming from inside her skull and it was nicer music than before. Much better.
Standing up, leaning against the wall of the bedroom, became too much of a drag. She relaxed and allowed herself to slide, down to the floor. Paul came down beside her, his swarthy face split by the whiteness of his teeth.
The sliding down had raised Sherry's skirt to the tops of her thighs, but it was too much trouble to pull down. Besides, why pull it down? Who was here to see her naked thighs? Only friends were here. Only warm wonderful people whom she loved.
The music was louder. She couldn't tell if it was the music inside her head or the music from the other room. All she knew was that it was the most magnificent music she'd ever heard… tom-toms. Every beat found echo inside her body. At first it was a generalized reaction. But as the music continued, she began to feel individual parts of her body responding.
The flesh of her tits seemed to swell and pulse with every beat, and her body broke out in a sweat. And when the music increased in volume and tempo, it was as if invisible fingers were prodding the secret curves of her cunt and ass, making the muscles twitch and jerk spasmodically, making the flesh swell against the bonds of the clothing.
Her skin seemed to be burning and her lips were dry. Suddenly, there was a hand against her skin, above the inside of the knee, adding more heat to her already seething flesh. She opened her eyes, located the hand, dark against her whiteness, hairs bristling from the backs of the fingers. She followed that hand to the arms to which it was attached, then up that arm to the shoulder, across the shoulder to the neck, and up the neck to the face. It was Paul, and he was smiling so nicely at her. She returned the smile and moved her legs to give him freer access to her pussy and inner thighs.
The calluses of his hand made her flesh tingle and her nerve ends screamed with delight as he brushed up and down against the silky flesh. Then his smoothly shaven cheek was pressed into the hollow of her throat and his lips were tracing lines of fire down to the swells of her tits.
One of his hands moved from her thighs to her tits. The fingers insinuated themselves beneath the material of her bra and lightly caressed the pebbly flesh surrounding her nipples.
Everything he did seemed right. Each touch of his hands and lips not only brought pleasure, but seemed like the only thing in the world to do under the circumstances. She had a body and he had hands and, obviously, they belonged together.
"I want to take your clothes off," he growled into her ear, wet from the tip of his tongue. "I want to undress you, and thee I want to fuck you."
"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Sherry chanted, spreading her long legs even wider.
She moaned aloud as she felt the fabric of her dress loosen around her chest. The next sensation was even greater as she felt the elastic of her bra drop away, and her huge tits burst into the coal air.
Then a hand completely covered the swollen and aching mound of her tit.
Paul rolled against her and Sherry, even in her drugged haze, realized that somehow he had gotten all his clothes off. He was totally naked, and the rigid hardness of his cock was pressed against her thigh.
"I want your body, Sherry," he hissed. "I want your cunt."
"Take it," she groaned. "Take my pussy and fuck it!"
Now the groaning and writhing from the other couples in the room came to Sherry's ears. She turned her head around to see the girl who had been sucking the man's cock beside them now on her back. Her legs were thrown high and wide in the air, with her ass held by the man's hands. His face was between her thighs, greedily slurping and licking her gyrating pussy.
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.
Sherry felt herself slipping. There was nothing she could do about it. And, suddenly, she knew it. She choked and started playing with her tits, thrusting them out to her audience, taunting them all with her voluptuous body. As she admitted it to herself, she became what she wanted to be… totally uninhibited. Suddenly, there was no fear or humiliation – there was only desire. She was as much a beast as they. A whore hell-bent on getting fucked by as many cocks as she could.
She saw all the rigid pricks around her as a huge challenge. There were suddenly no threat at all.
"Spread your legs, honey," Harry ordered gently. "Show us all your beautiful hot pussy!" He pushed her back, intending that she stay flat on the bed. But Sherry propped herself up on her elbows and smilingly watched as Harry proceeded to spread and display her pussy.
As the big man spread her legs wide apart and, in turn, her cunt, someone shoved another joint between Sherry's lips. She dragged deeply on the cigarette, holding the smoke as long as possible in her lungs. It helped. It helped so much that she helped Harry, and stretched her cunt as wide as she could.
He separated the soft, pink lips of her pussy so that everyone could appreciate the glistening, cum-dripping flesh. The erect clit at its top was still excited, and stood out beyond the lips, straining to be touched and massaged.
Then Harry was bending his head between her thighs. Even wider his fingers opened her hot slit. Sherry's body jumped at the touch of his tongue and raised itself off the bed at the shock of the contact.
She moaned a long sigh as his talented tongue delved between the parted lips of her pussy. He licked the inner edges of her cuntlips, his hot tongue occasionally touching on the fingers that held her pussy apart. Sherry began to swivel her ass under his eager mouth, pushing her excited clit up into his face.
She closed her eyes and sighed again. She needed this… wanted it more than anything in the world. Just as she needed every fucking she had ever gotten. But this time it was different. She was free… not driven to lust but plunging into it with no holds barred. She flexed the muscles of her ass so that her pussy mound jerked up and down erotically.
"My clit!" she cried suddenly. "Lick my clit, you damn cunt-lapper!"
The hard stub was on fire with excitement, and when Harry touched it with the curled tip of his tongue, it felt like balls of flame were bursting inside her.
"Ohhhhh, yes, yesssss," she grunted. "Oh, lick me, eat me! It feels so good!"
He licked and massaged the tender bud, rolling it with his tongue and pushing it back and forth and finally using his teeth to seize it and gnaw at its hard tip. He locked his mouth over it and sucked it up between his teeth, stretching it until Sherry screamed that she couldn't stand any more.
She panted and pumped her hot pussy up and down into his face. Her body was wholly absorbed by the erotic impulses Harry's mouth was shooting into her. Abruptly, his head withdrew from between her legs. She felt the shock of cool air on her overheated meat. She held her lips open so that her cunt gaped like a hungry mouth waiting to be fed.
"Ohhhh, don't stop!" she cried. "Eat me, suck me! Anything,please!"
For a moment, no one moved. Then a short, dark man came forward. Sherry's eyes went immediately to his cock. It stood out stiff and hard from between his massive legs. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. The man was built like a Goddamn horse! Even in her drugged state, Sherry knew she couldn't take it. The head alone was a massive knob as big as her fist. She wanted to be fucked… to be totally stuffed with cum and cock… but what confronted her now was frightening. It could split her apart. Her hands slid between her legs.
Her intent was to protect herself from this giant. But in her movement, her sharp nails raked across her incredibly aroused clit.
"Shit! Oh, shit, shit, shit!" she yelled wildly. Horse-cock or not, her pussy burned and throbbed from the sucking it had just received. It was impossible to stop now. She needed a cock… any cock. She looked back up at the short, stocky man hovering over her.
"Okay, come on, horse-cock!" she chided. "Get on with it!"
The man with the elephant-size prick hastily climbed on the bed and kneeled between her legs. He gripped the base of his heavy meat and held it poised above her waiting slit.
Sherry writhed in anticipation. "Hurry up!" she hissed. "Get on with it, you bastard. Fuck me!" Her ass joggled up and down beneath him.
Slowly and carefully, he guided his giant tool toward her cunt hole. Sherry felt its hot, rough surface as it contacted the wet lips of her pussy, and her body thrilled to the touch of it.
She anticipated his first lunge. She knew the cock was capable of splitting her wide open, but she wanted it nevertheless. She reveled in the thought of the pain it would bring her.
She felt the huge head butt into her, and then, with a sudden surge, it was inside, its huge head buried in the depths of her cunt, straining against her sides, as if it would push the shit right out of her.
It couldn't possibly go any farther, she thought, but still it continued to penetrate. She went wild with pain. Even the pot was ineffective as the enormous cock bore into her, relentlessly stretching and forcing her cunt flesh to yield.
She was positive she could take no more of it, and she begged him to stop. He only grunted and pushed in. The others laughed and urged him on.
Sherry looked down between her legs, and hysterically screamed at him again. He was only half-way in!
He stopped then, and flexed the huge rod, making the mammoth head swell and then recede. Along with the withdrawal, Sherry's pain also receded. Slowly, very slowly, she became re-stimulated as he eased the huge tool in and out of her with short, stroking motions. He was more gentle now, and the cum dripping from his dick lubed her cuntal track so that what was once too much for her soon became not enough.
Gradually, he fed her more and more of the incredible cock until, at last, she was taking the whole prick and fucking it.
Never had Sherry been fucked like this. The huge cock pressed so full and so hard against her cuntal walls that her whole lower body felt stuffed.
And each stroke of the mighty piston drove her higher into fuck-heaven.
"Ohhhhh,fuck my ass off, stuff my cunt, fuck my pussy raw!"
Sherry screamed, as she fucked at a maddening pace against the giant rod embedded inside her.
She writhed and hunched her over-filled pussy back and forth over his horse-cock. She answered every thrust with one equal to his. He fucked her faster and faster, until it was at a furious tempo, ramming his huge meat in and out of her slit as if determined to cum in her throat.
Sherry squealed with fuck-madness and locked her legs around his thick waist, bumping and spinning her ass around the massive cock-stump. She felt like she was going to take off. She thrashed against him, trying to take him with her. Her pelvis collided with his in resounding smacks. Their bodies crashed together and pulled apart only long enough to get leverage and additional momentum.
Sherry screamed and sobbed.
He grunted like a rutting animal. Sweat poured off his body, dripping frequently into her mouth. To her it was an aphrodisiac, and the taste and smell of their body-juices spurred her to greater heights.
Her arms clutched at him and her long nails dug and raked at his back as he pounded his great prick into her again and again, up and down her gooey cunt-hole.
She felt as if the giant cock were pounding against her tits, so far was it into her now, and she could feel tremendous heat surge through her tits. Her mouth gaped open. She gasped convulsively.
And then she came.
When she came, it was like a bomb exploding in her gut. A raging inferno spread through her body, scorching every nerve ending it touched. She shrilled crazily. As though her scream was a signal to come, he responded with a jetting tidal wave of jism and flooded her cunt, finally cooling her fiery pussy.
Sherry lay exhausted. Her pussy still felt magnificent… tired but satisfied. She lay there staring up, happily spent and still doped up enough not to notice the developing soreness in her body.
The man dismounted and his big cock popped out of her cunt with a loud sucking sound, leaving a round hole in its place. A milky fluid rolled out from between her legs. The animal scent mingled with her juice made nostrils flare and impatient cocks bob and spit cum.
Dimly, Sherry became aware of the others about her… of the many swollen cocks still pointing at her. She studied them. The realization of what they wanted, intended having, overcame the influence of the pot. It was impossible to think that they might want more of her than she'd already given.
But they did. And they got it!
The pain nearly made her faint. A heavy thrust of cock, and she was giving in willingly once more. She was turned into an insatiable whore.
She took them all on… one by one.
Then at last, she was down to the last three, and all three of them were fucking her, all at once. She had a cock in her cunt, a cock in her asshole, and a huge cock shoved all the way down her throat which she lovingly and loudly sucked.
Sherry was completely suspended off the bed now by the two pricks being driven into her cunt and shit-hole. She was shuddering as the waves of agony and bliss tore through her cunt and asshole. She was shuddering as the waves of pain ripped through her, her belly puffed and swollen, filled with the gigantic cocks.
Slowly, they fucked into her with long, hard strokes. Holding her by the hips, they fucked her up and down. She was only a mass of quivering flesh, begging to be fucked. Her hips lurched up and down on the swollen hunks of male meat, screaming at them to fuck her harder, to ram deeper, ever deeper into her body. Her head twisted wildly from side to side, her hair whipping crazily around the cock she sucked, as her climbing orgasm tortured her body.
Suddenly, there was a wild, wailing cry from all four of them, and Sherry's body accepted the cum from all three pricks as her pussy exploded in a nerve-shattering orgasm.
It was then that she passed out.