This is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. It is not intended for minors.


Stacy Lancaster: Stacy's First Swing (MMFFF, anal, toys, fist)
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)



Synopsis: Stacy and her husband swing for the first time. The wild night makes Stacy concerned for her own self control. The two men supply some warm cock but the women spend a lot of time working each other over.




Stacy Lancaster was working on her makeup when she heard her husband’s cell phone ring. She didn’t think anything of it. She was a bit preoccupied.

Stacy usually didn’t wear makeup. Even at work where she was an office manager she only wore a little lipstick and skipped that half the time. She had become reasonably proficient with blush and eye-shadow, occasionally using it in moderation for important business events.

This evening, she was going for a different effect and had spent the last hour trying to get it right. She didn’t want to look like a hooker... not a cheap one anyway.

In an odd way, the last hour of focus interspersed with frustration and occasional amusement at her results had had a calming effect on her. She’d been nervous about this night for the last week. She was about to meet some of her husband’s friends for the first time. Some of the people he had known in his life before they married.

Swingers.

Stacy usually felt silly using the word.

For the past week the twenty-six year old woman had careened wildly between being nervous to the point of nausea and being uncontrollably horny. The last hour had managed to take her mind off that for a bit. But, she was finally satisfied with her face. She thought she had managed give her plain but clear, slightly round-looking face a bit of structure and maybe a little exotic allure. She pouted at the reflection in the mirror, trying to plump up her usually thin lips.

Her husband came into the bathroom. He was already dressed in a dark blue shirt and classic beige slacks. She turned to him. "Well, what do you think?"

Jared’s response wasn’t encouraging. "Uh... love the dress. I’ve always liked that dress." She was wearing her black dress with the deep back and the plunging neckline. It was a little longer and probably cut looser than the classic "little black dress" but it hung from her slightly wide, square frame nicely. The open back displayed her pale, shapely back to excellent effect. She couldn’t wear a bra with it... which was part of its attraction for her husband.

"I know you like the dress. That wasn’t what I meant." She raised an eyebrow at him. Was he squirming?

He changed the subject. "That was Frank on the phone."

Oh. Frank and Helen Pollard were the couple they were... meeting tonight. "Is something wrong?"

Jared looked a bit uncomfortable. He had wanted the night to go well but a snag had cropped up. "Helen can’t make it. Frank says she’s going to be stuck in surgery all night." Helen was a forty-five year old heart surgeon. Her husband was three years older and a researcher at the same hospital.

"Oh no! So they have to cancel?" Stacy was surprised at just how disappointed she was at the prospect of their plans falling through. After all the anxiety and fantasies and...

Jared read the disappointment in his wife. Hopefully she would be happy with the solution Frank had come up with. "No. Frank said we could still get together." Stacy scowled. She had really wanted another woman there... they had decided on an older couple because Jared thought it would be less awkward for his wife. Jared continued before Stacy could vent her dissatisfaction. "But it won’t just be the three of us. Frank called another friend... a woman we’ve both known quite a while. She said she’d be happy to join us."

Stacy just sat there, not knowing what to think. She had never met Helen so it wouldn’t really matter to her if the woman was some other person. Would it? "Who is it?"

"I’m pretty sure I’ve told you about her before. It’s Betty Sutton. Uh, I think she’s thirty-five or six or something..." Jared trailed off waiting for his wife to respond.

Stacy was thinking. Her husband had often told her of his adventures in swinging and the people he had been with. It never failed to excite her. But he had also confessed to her that he thought that a lot of swingers were kind of wrong in the head... damaged goods trying to disguise one brand of misery or another with sex. Not all of them, but enough that it had eventually turned Jared off the experience. But Jared had vouched for the Pollards, telling his wife that they were just mature people who were comfortable in their relationship and loved sex.

"Isn’t Betty the one you said kind of burned out for a few years?"

"Right," her husband replied. "She was kind of messed up in her twenties. She says she started to hate herself. So, she was out of circulation for a number of years. Betty says she was even celibate for a while." Jared realized his description wasn’t helping matters. "But she’s in a much better place now and, you know, has her act together. She started showing up at parties again once in a while about the time I got started."

"And Frank called her? Are they close?"

Jared shrugged. "I guess. It’s hard to tell with these things. But I think Betty is a good choice. She really has everything in perspective now. I think you’ll like her."

"Of course, you haven’t seen any of these people for four or five years, right?"

"Well, yeah. But I talked with Frank and Helen for quite a while, we sort of caught up." He stopped talking. He had run out of words and his wife was looking almost scared now. He had watched her through the highs and lows of the last week and this was a definite low. He knelt by her in front of the mirror and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Honey, you know there’s absolutely no pressure on you. If you want to back out, I won’t say a word. We can wait for another time or just forget the idea completely. But you know I’m going to watch out for you. These are good people and you know what? They are both very good at making women like you cum their ass off."

Stacy laughed, sputtering through her lips. Well, she did trust her husband’s judgment. And she was really really fond of getting fucked. "Okay, Frank and Betty it is then." She looked him square in the face. "Now, buster, what do you think of my makeup."

Jared pulled away. "Uh... well, we should be leaving pretty soon. Can you wash that stuff off and put your usual office-meeting face on in the next ten minutes?"

Stacy opened her mouth at him, her eyes wide in shock. Her husband retreated to the doorway. They were always honest with each other and not prone to playing "does this dress make me look fat?" games but, well, she really thought the makeup had turned out pretty well. She turned back to the mirror. "It’s not that bad, is it?" She thought she looked fine.

"No, not bad. I wouldn’t say bad. It’s just... not as good. Really honey, the dress is great and we do want to look nice for the dinner and all but..." he trailed off again. "I think you need more practice with that stuff. Actually I think it’s pretty cool that you’re not the kind of woman that covers her face in paint. I want you to be yourself, maybe more so tonight than any other night." He stopped talking, holding his breath.

Stacy grabbed a hairbrush and flung it at him. He fled, but laughed as he did so. The burning in her eyes as she glared at him had held a lot more mirth than anger. "Fuck you, you little shit!" She yelled at him. Her husband continued laughing. "It’s not funny. I think it looks fine. Better than fine!"

Realizing that his wife wasn’t really mad, Jared grabbed his cell phone. "No, wait hon. Hold on a sec. Let me get a picture before you take it off." He was holding the camera lens up towards her. "Come on babe, smile for the camera."

She snarled at him as she buried her face in a wash cloth. "Beat it you nitwit, before I throw something bigger at you."

Jared did as he was bid.



It was less than ten minutes later when Stacy walked into the living room where Jared was pretending to read the paper. "Well, better?"

Her husband looked up. He smiled. "Yes. You look like my wife now." He let his eyes scan her delectable form. "And I am a lucky, lucky man."

"And don’t you forget it." Stacy was not runway material. Her five-foot-eight frame gave a slightly stocky impression. Her shoulders and hips were broad, her waist less so but by no means wasp-like. She kept her dull brown hair on the short side and refused to color it. But her creamy white skin was flawless and what her body lacked in blatant curves it made up for in firm, sleek lines.

Jared rose and took her into his arms. He noted that she was wearing her two-inch heals, the highest she owned. This made her slightly taller than he as they were virtually identical in height. He kissed her on the lips, gently but with feeling. He felt tension in her body.

Releasing her, Jared picked up a small overnight bag. "Ready to go?"

"As ready as I’ll ever be. What’s in the bag?"

"Nothing important. Just some basic essentials."

"Oh...kay. Should I be bringing anything?"

Jared shook his head, "Nope, I’ve got it all taken care of. Come on, we don’t want them to have to wait."

Stacy was quite during the drive. Jared tried to sneak occasional glances at his wife’s breasts. The firm, perfectly-shaped B-cups were a very reliable barometer of her mood. When aroused, her areloae protruded dramatically. And he knew from experience that the dress she was wearing tonight would allow their shape to show through enticingly. But right then, her nubs appeared to be flat. Whatever was going through his wife’s mind had her more anxious than aroused.

Well, there would be time for that later.

The restaurant was Italian, nice but not extravagant. It was dim but each table was bathed in a pool of warm light. When Jared inquired about the Pollard party, they were told that the other couple had already been seated. They followed a waitress to their table.

Jared watched his wife as they approached the table. She was obviously anxious to meet the people she would soon be intimate with and just as obviously trying not to show it. Jared was used to understated confidence from his wife... seeing her nervous and uncertain (and knowing the cause) was kind of exciting in its own right.

Betty and Frank were sitting next to each other at a round table for four, heads bent close to each other in quiet conversation. Betty was a classic aging beauty... or aging sex pot if you prefer. Long blond hair extended half way down her back and was dark at the roots. She was a large woman, nearly six feet tall and built thickly. Her dark blue dress was rather conservative but couldn’t conceal her ample breasts. Her face was made-up no more heavily than Stacy’s though it arguably could have used more help. She had certainly been pretty once and was still attractive but there were signs of wear. Probably more wear than most women her age, former beauties or otherwise. Fortunately, that wear was not evident in the wide, genuine smile that spread across it when she spied Jared approaching. She nudged Frank, "There they are."

Frank was a tall, square man. He looked more like a ranch hand than a medical researcher. His skin was tanned and weathered looking, his full head of black hair was gray at the temples and his face had a rough look to it. The total effect was one of rugged masculinity; mature but virile. He rose to shake Jared’s hand, "Jared, so good to see you. And Stacy. We’ve heard quite a bit about you."

Stacy blushed predictably. Given the circumstances, she knew full well what sort of description Jared had provided... he would have been quite explicit.

"Thank you. I’ve heard quite a bit about... well, a lot of things too." The older couple chuckled. Jared held a chair for his wife and they both sat down.

The dinner was quite and rather uneventful. The restaurant was small and the neighboring tables close; they were all reserved in the topics of their conversation. They talked about careers and recent vacations. And they all spent time studying one another. Stacy found herself blushing several times as she realized how closely all three of her companions were watching her.

In due course, the meal was finished. Betty and Jared had had some wine and Frank a cocktail. Stacy stuck with ice-tea as she had never been fond of the taste or effects of alcohol. Regardless, everyone stayed more or less sober. And finally, it was time to leave.

As they exited the restaurant together, Betty suggested that she ride with the younger couple and take an opportunity to get to know Stacy. Jared agreed and Stacy nodded nervously. Frank waved goodbye and told them to let him have a head start... he’d get the house opened up and ready for company.

At the car, Betty placed a hand on Stacy’s shoulder. "Why don’t we girls ride in back and let stud-muffin here be our chauffeur?" Stacy acquiesced and the two women settled in next to one another.

After the car was underway, Betty took the younger woman’s hand in a clasp of concern. "Are you doing okay honey?"

Stacy nearly stuttered as she tried to respond. "I’m fine. Nervous, I guess."

"I can see that. You know, I was thrilled when Frank called and told me what you all had planned for tonight. Jared was always one of my favorite partners."

Stacy smiled, trying to settle her nerves. "I guess he used to cut a pretty wide swath."

Betty smiled back, bouncing their hands on her knee. "He most certainly did. But I wanted to talk to you before things kicked off tonight. Are you really okay? Do you think you’re going to be happy with what happens tonight? That’s what I want for you and I’m sure that’s what Jared is hoping for." Jared could hear the women clearly but chose to remain silent.

"Oh, yes. I mean, it seems like I’ve been thinking about this sort of thing for my entire life. I just don’t know if I really believed it would ever happen..."

Betty gently kept the pressure on. "But you’re just nervous, right? Not scared or angry or anything?"

Stacy shook her head adamantly. "No. I want this to happen. I mean, I’m nervous now but over the past week or so, I’ve been getting crazy horny about it."

"That’s good to hear. What I’ve heard third hand is that crazy horny is a pretty good description for you. I’m glad you and Jared found each other.

"Me too."

Jared felt obligated to interject. "Damn straight."

Betty’s concerned features softened and a bit of mischief shaded her expression. "So Stacy, did your husband tell you what we woman used to call him?"

Stacy shook her head, "No, I don’t think so."

"The L-M-S."

Jared turned his head briefly to look at Betty. "I remember hearing that but never knew what you meant."

"Oh, poor dear. Well, it’s probably for the best." She paused, drawing out her answer. "I’m sure your wife will understand. It meant ‘Last Man Standing.’"

Stacy tried to cover a laugh, sputtering through her hands. Then she gave up and laughed out loud. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I mean, I don’t have tons of experience but Jared has never left me hanging like a lot of other guys did."

"Exactly girl. Your man is amazing. And I mean, he was almost always literally the last man standing. Well of course, standing isn’t really the right word. His legs give out before his cock does." Stacy sputter-laughed again.

"You’re making me blush." Jared said. "And you’re also making me very hard."

Betty shook her head. "Cut the crap, Jared. I saw your hard bulge when you walked into the restaurant. You’ve been hard the entire time." Jared didn’t deign to respond.

The older woman studied Stacy again. "You’re looking better." Stacy shrugged and nodded.

Jared tried to peer at something through the rear-view mirror. "Check out her nipples. When she puffs up like the top of a soufflé, you know she’s in the mood."

Betty giggled and craned her head around to look at the younger woman’s charms. "Oh really? Hmm... why yes, I do believe I see some life." Without hesitation, she pushed a hand in through the plunging neck of Stacy’s dress and cupped one pert mound. "Oh yes, there’s definitely some swelling there." Stacy shuddered briefly but didn’t move to pull away. "Oh wow Jared. Too bad you missed that. I felt goose bumps and her nipple throbbed under my hand. She really is hot to trot."

"That’s my bride. And here we are. There’s Frank’s house."

Betty released her breast and Stacy tried to control her breathing. In short order, her nervousness had vanished to be replaced by overpowering lust. Stacy had always had a sort of sideways appreciation for the sexuality of other women. She was not attracted to them directly but the sight of beautiful women had always led Stacy to imagine how a man would react to them. In that way, she had sometimes, under the right circumstances, become aroused by the sight of other women. But this was different. The immediate prospect of making love to another woman... or at least making love in the company of another woman... was flooding her senses with a roar of expectation. Amazingly, she felt her mouth water and her pussy throb. Before Stacy had time to fully absorb what was happening and react to it, they had parked and Betty had already gotten out of the car. Otherwise, Stacy would likely have flung herself on top of the other woman in much the same manner as she had her husband so many times before.

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Betty opened the door to the Pollards’ house without knocking. The Pollards were a very successful couple and the house reflected this. Betty led the younger pair through a foyer and into the front living room. "Frank? We’re here, babe." The little group moved into the room.

Stacy looked around. The room was quite large and open. Two walls were lined with multiple couches and over-stuffed chairs and a couple ottomans. The front wall was dominated by a large picture window, its heavy drapes firmly shut. The largest TV screen Stacy had ever seen outside of a store or a stadium hung from the final wall.

She also didn’t overlook the thick and well padded carpet. "Nice place."

"Thanks. It was designed for entertaining." Frank replied as he walked into the room. He had changed his cloths.

Stacy was taken slightly aback although she knew she really shouldn’t be. Frank was now wearing a dark-green satin robe that extended down to mid-thigh. It had not been tied shut and beneath it he wore matching silk boxers. His chest was bare, very broad and covered in a light coat of grizzled black hairs. The smile he directed at her was warm and understanding and not at all predatory... though there was a gleam in his eyes that might have been.

Despite his age, Frank Pollard was definitely someone Stacy could let herself feel attracted to. The butterflies that had repopulated her stomach as she entered the house changed the pattern of their dance from nervousness to eagerness.

However, right at that moment she was speechless.

She felt Betty slide up behind her and rest her hands on her shoulders. She also sensed her husband drift off to the side as if seeking a better vantage point.

Betty was considerably bigger than Stacy; the taller woman’s nose just rising above the crown of her head. The larger woman grasped Stacy in what was no doubt meant to be a reassuring manner and addressed Frank. "Well Frank, eager as always I see." She gently guided Stacy closer to the tall, older man.

"I don’t know about always but I do have high hopes for tonight." He replied, his eyes roaming over Stacy’s body.

Very quietly, though both men could probably hear, Betty whispered in her ear. "We can slow down if you want." She let her hands begin to drift down the trembling younger woman’s body. "But I don’t think you want to." Then she licked Stacy’s earlobe.

Both men watched as the older woman’s hands explored Stacy’s body. One hand slid down to her hip while the other crossed over her body to embrace her stomach. For a moment or two they stayed there, gently stroking Stacy through her dress.

Stacy’s own hands were balled up at her sides, her entire posture stiff. But her face was flushed with excitement and here nostrils flared, signs Jared recognized as arousal.

The men remained silent and watching as Betty continued to feel up the younger woman. One hand began gather up the fabric of her dress, trying to make its way under the skirt. The other repeated its journey through the dress’s neckline to cup a breast. "Oh, you are such a pretty little thing. Jared was right, these tits are just perfect."

Her right hand gave up trying to find its way under the dress. She also withdrew her left and returned them both to Stacy’s shoulders. The younger woman didn’t have long to wonder what would happen next. Betty gently smiled in Frank’s direction. "You just have to see these."

Betty pulled the dress’s shoulders away from Stacy’s body and slid them down her arms. The loose and open garment simply fell away from her body, leaving her exposed with nothing but her panties on. Somehow, this act released a lot of the tension in Stacy’s body. A final shudder passed through her body. Her hands relaxed and she shifted into a more comfortable posture, one leg slightly bent at the knee. She made no move to cover herself but stared directly into Frank’s eyes.

Jared noted the change in his wife and celebrated silently. He recognized the signs and knew that his wife had surrendered control to her passion. He found himself holding his breath, waiting to see how she would express it.

Frank was drinking in the vision before him. While not a tiny woman, Stacy seemed quite petite standing in front of Betty. Form-fitting sky-blue panties hugged her loins, her light brown bush visible as a shadow. Her skin was pale and flawless save for a pink flush rising across her chest and up her neck. Stacy’s stomach was not an image of flat, toned perfection but its slight softness only served to deepen the shadow of her inviting navel.

Stacy’s breasts were modest but everything that had been promised. Above they were smooth slopes of snowy perfection. Beneath, they were rounded and firm. Each mound was crowned by delicate pink areolas which were currently swollen into dramatic domes. Minute peaks similar to goose bumps ringed each and in the center, a tightly swollen little nipple, red with focused passion.

Frank actually stared for several long heartbeats. When his eyes finally rose, he was greeted by a crooked little smile from the young woman. The nervous, trembling girl seemed to be gone. A lock of hair hung before her left eye as her gaze seized is. They were rather ordinary looking really, just a simple dark brown, but somehow they conveyed a depth of lust that promised the world.

Stacy moved away from Betty and gracefully stepped out of the pool of her dress as well as her shoes. She made a show of working her toes into the soft carpet and sighed gently. Then she approached Frank.

He was nearly a full head taller than Stacy. Her breasts came to rest at the base of his rib cage and her nose was even with the boney cup at the base of his throat.

She let the tips of her tits brush his skin. Her right hand danced along his waist inside the robe, gently running her fingernails along his flank. Her other hand began tracing lines through his chest hair.

"Is this what you want Frank? Do you like what you see?" Her voice was casual and innocent. Her right hand was slowly moving closer to the front of his boxers. "Fresh meat. Is that what you’re so eager for?" Frank didn’t have any response.

Her hand found his cock through the silky material. She stroked it gently and then cupped it. It was still mostly soft but she felt it pulse and stir under her hand. She made a noise deep in her throat. "Hmmm, Jared promised me a big one. It feels nice." It was Frank’s turn to tremble. The experienced swinger had been taken off guard by Stacy’s sudden show of seductive confidence. She continued to speak in a quiet, conversational voice that somehow seemed seductive and inviting.

"Well, I guess I am fresh meet to you. But you do understand that I’m not a virgin, right?" She continued to stroke him. "I’ve been around the block enough times to know what I like... what I need. I like meat too."

She released Franks cock and turned her back to him. Taking hold of his forearms, she guided his hands to her tits. Instinctively he began to cup and rub them. "That feels nice. Do you like the way my tits feel, Frank?"

"Yeah, they’re great." Was all he could think to say and that came out as little more than a croak.

"I’m glad you like them. If you’re gentle, you can pinch my nipples. I like that." Frank did so, treating them with care. He had been with women, including his own wife, that liked it rough but knew that most favored the soft approach. "Oh that feels so fucking good. I think I am going to like you Frank. You know how a treat a woman."

She let him pleasure her for a little while longer, her soft mounds engulfed in his large hands. She glanced at her husband and noticed his rapt attention. Then she focused on Betty. The older woman was still fully dressed and had a fascinated look on her face. The two women made eye contact briefly and Stacy gave her a wink and then that crooked smile was back.

Stacy’s hand snuck behind her back and found Frank’s cock again. "Well, lover, it feels to me like you’re about ready to give me what I need."

"I will give you anything you want."

"That’s sweet." She again paused as if in though. "But you know, that brings something else to mind. I already told you I’ve been around a bit..." She let her words trail off as her eyes settled on Betty. "But I confess, I’ve never fooled around with another woman before."

Without warning she ducked between Frank’s hands and quickly but gracefully closed on the older woman. Without hesitation, she pressed her body against her and encircled her arms around her waist. "Can I fool around with you, Betty?" Her hand found the zipper to the older woman’s dress and began to lower it.

"I like you girl. I think I like you a lot." The older woman began to shuck the dress. "You’ve got style. And even though it might be just a bit cruel to leave Frank hanging like that, sometimes we have to remind these men who’s boss."

Stacy’s hands were busy. As the dress lowered, they fastened themselves to Betty’s large breasts. They were encased in a bra of black lace and red satin, each substantial globe held high in its cup. Stacy squeezed then and jiggled them. "I’ve never worried about the size of my tits much, but these are pretty awesome."

Betty worked her feet free of the dress and reached behind her back to release her bra. "Oh honey, ten years ago they were awesome." She sighed as the clasp released and the flesh of her breasts flowed forward and downward. "Now look at them."

Still in panties, garters, stockings and heals, Betty was nude from the waist up. Stacy could see that her hips were very well fleshed but had not gotten out of control. And no doubt the older woman wished for a more defined waist. But if not actually beautiful, Betty was still definitely desirable and Stacy recognized all the traits that made men lust for a woman.

The more experienced woman’s breasts had indeed fallen significantly when the support of the bra was removed. They hung heavily, the nipples pointed downward. Stacy examined her new friend’s bosom, feeling the flesh shift beneath her hands. "I bet they still turn men into drooling idiots."

Betty chuckled. "Well, yes. But that’s no great feat." Her laughter sent ripples across her chest. She let the younger woman handle her tits for a minute or so and then moved her forcefully to one of the couches. "Come on, off with those panties and let’s all see that pussy."

Stacy wriggled out of her panties without much fanfare and plopped down onto the couch. A moment later, her husband sat down next to her, grinning like an idiot. He was still fully dressed. She chose to ignore him.

Betty knelt in front of the other woman and used her hands to spread her legs. "As should come as no surprise to anyone in this room, you have a lovely snatch, honey." She gently brushed the thatch of light brown hair as if petting it. "Soft and curly, just the way it should be." She stroked her hand down along the slit. "And wetter than a dog’s nose."

"Hey," Stacy responded with mock offense, "I don’t think I like that comparison!"

"Tough. Now scoot forward so I can get in there. I’m going to show you how a woman can, as you said, give you what you need." As Stacy scrunched forward, the older woman addressed Jared, "Why don’t you show your wife that you love her while I show her what I love."

With that prompting, Stacy deigned to notice her husband. She turned to him, smiling softly. Silently, she mouthed the words "Thank you". Her husband bent to kiss her strongly, their tongues meeting in a familiar game of tag. With one hand, he cupped a breast, gently twisting her nipple.

Betty watched the exchange briefly before sinking her face into the delicate folds of the younger woman’s damp grotto. Stacy trembled as the experienced slut planted her first gentle kiss on the mound above her clit. Stacy’s arms gripped her husband’s head tightly as she assaulted his mouth with greater force.

Betty ran a couple fingers down Stacy’s slit. It was damp and swollen with arousal. Gently with one fingernail, she tickled the skin at the base of the slit, just at the entrance to Stacy’s honey hole. Stacy growled softly into her husband’s mouth.

Betty pulled away momentarily and grabbed Stacy’s thighs, pulling her closer and presenting the young snatch at a better angle. Then she reached under and around her new friend’s thighs until she could press her palms on Stacy’s pale abdomen, her thumbs resting in the soft thatch at the base of her stomach. Cunt now properly positioned, Betty dove forward.

Frank had moved closer to the action, gently stroking his now fully engorged member through his boxers. He watched the lady swinger spear her tongue as deep as it would go into the younger woman’s eager pussy. Stacy gasped, finally pulling away from her husband’s mouth. She stared wide-eyed at the top of Betty’s head as the bleached blond skillfully explored the contours of Stacy’s sex with her tongue. Jared turned to watch as well though he split his attention between Betty’s demonstration of proper muff diving and the expressions crossing his wife’s face.

"Oh fuck, that feels unbelievable." Stacy’s voice was horse with lust. Betty had pressed her face forcefully into her muff, her nose buried in her slit and her tongue probing deep into Stacy’s inner passage. When Betty smiled in response to Stacy’s exclamation, the younger woman could feel the movement of her lips and cheeks. A shuddering sort of chuckle shook Stacy’s body. "Jared promised me that you people would make me cum my ass off."

As if taking that as a cue, Betty’s hands descended onto Stacy’s clitoris. Her eyes locked on the little nubbin only an inch or two away. Both the hood and the clit itself were quite small but it throbbed with excitement as her talented fingers went to work. As she strummed it like a guitar string, Stacy gasped again and jumped. "Oh fuck yes. Make me cum."

Both men were watching the young woman’s body with focused lust. Stacy showed no inhibitions as she reacted to the older slut’s assault. As Betty slurped and probed Stacy’s nether regions with her mouth and tongue, her broad, long-fingered hands twisted and rubbed her clit and played with her thick pussy lips. It was a full court press and Stacy was reacting almost violently. Jared pulled back a few inches to watch his wife tremble and thrash on the couch, tension building in her body. Her stomach crunched tightly, her tits were swollen and a flush extended from her chest to the roots of her hair. She began to pant.

Jared smiled as his wife’s exclamations became louder and dirtier. Earlier in the night he had quietly let her know that nasty talk was strongly encouraged. While not entirely involuntary or instinctive, Stacy had always liked to indulge in a certain amount of... forceful language. It always managed to arouse her to even greater heights and seemed to stoke her husband’s fires as well. "God damn it you bitch, make me cum. Eat my fucking pussy."

Stacy broke off as her panting overwhelmed her ability to talk and she was reduced to grunts. Betty could tell that she was very close to popping off and the younger woman’s talk had gotten to her. This little woman was definitely a slut at heart and deserved all the pleasure she could possibly handle.

Stacy cried in dismay as Betty briefly pulled her mouth away from her hole but then screamed in ecstasy a second later as the older woman speared her cunt deeply with two long fingers from her right hand. She hooked her fingers upward as if trying to press against her clit from the inside.

As Betty attacked her sex with both hands, the building wave of ecstasy within Stacy crashed down in climax. Stacy let herself wail and scream and her orgasm wracked her body. In truth, it wasn’t actually one of her strongest climaxes but the swinger had been able to bring her off a lot faster than she would have believed possible.

Jared too recognized the signs of what was for his wife a moderately powerful orgasm. She had a broad range, from pleasurable little sighs to earth shattering cataclysms that left her in a daze. Stacy’s panting and grunts indicated something a little better than mid-range. Jared also knew that this meant that in a matter of about half a minute, his wife was going to be desperate for more stimulation. That was what made his wife such an amazing fuck. The more she came the hornier she got and the hornier she got, the more aggressive and uninhibited she was.

Of course, that was only a good thing if you could keep up with her demands.

Betty’s hands were covered with the little slut’s juices. As Stacy’s orgasm subsisted, Betty sat back on her heals. "That was pretty wild. You taste delicious by the way."

"I know" Stacy responded. Betty raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, both at the matter of fact admission that the woman knew what her own pussy tasted like and at the calmness in the voice. The little firecracker seemed to have recovered quickly. Betty also noted an alert lustiness in her eyes. Those eyes seemed to lock on something and Betty turned to see what had caught her attention.

Frank had been impressed by the show but figured things would pause for a bit. So he was surprised when Stacy rose fluidly from the couch and stepped over Betty. Stacy’s eyes were locked on the tent that had been pitched in his boxers. Without preliminaries and with no comment beyond a little grunting sigh of eagerness, Stacy stripped his shorts down his legs, freeing his cock.

Jared, her husband of over three years, was not the biggest man Stacy had ever been with. Frank’s cock, however, was a contender. As she gripped his rod at the base, she estimated it to be nearly nine inches long. It was a proportionally thick, dark-red shaft with only traces of veins. Its head was spear-shaped, a little more pointed than most of the male members she had encountered. This in particular was a strong contrast with her husband’s cock as it had the most bulbous, dramatically flared crown she had ever seen.

Stacy gently stroked the organ for a minute or so, picking up a sheen of pre-lube as she did. She seemed to be studying it as a child might a new toy. Finally, she kissed its tip and briefly popped its head into her mouth. She licked and sucked it gently for a few moments and then released it. She stood, looking up into Frank’s eyes through her bangs.

It was probably at this point that the last shred of doubt or concern fled Stacy’s lust-soaked mind. Her first orgasm of the night had started something that simply couldn’t be stopped. The reign on her appetite for sex had been yanked free by her climax and now nothing would get in the way of what she needed.

She grinned at him crookedly and reached up to encircle his neck with her arms. He bent forward as she opened her mouth to welcome his kiss. Frank himself was hesitant at first but the little woman’s tongue slithered past his teeth and began stroking his own as if it owned the place.

Of their own accord, Frank’s hands embraced the pale woman. A few moments later Stacy broke the lip lock but kept her face near his. One hand briefly descended to touch his cock as if checking to see if it was still there. Then it returned to his neck. She spoke softly, "Are you ready to give me what I need? Betty was wonderful and," she licked her lips, "I really should return the favor later. But right now, I need cock."

Betty had climbed onto the couch and was sitting next to Jared as they watched the pair. She worked to help Jared off with his pants but they both kept their eyes glued to the scene before them. Stacy shifted her feet and playfully wiggled her ass like a kitten about to pounce. Then she leapt up into Frank’s arms.

Frank had just barely realized what she planned to do in time. He braced himself as she jumped and pulled herself to him. In a single motion she plunged downwards. Her hot, open pussy unerringly found its target and she continued her downward lunge as his cock impaled her. Without hesitation and without any sign of discomfort, Stacy took his entire length and her pelvis impacted the root of his cock with considerable force. Without conscious though, Frank’s hands met her backside as she bottomed out. They paused, Frank in shock and Stacy silently reveling in ecstasy. Frank’s massive tool had opened her up and filled her tightly. It was exactly what she needed. She leaned back, stretching her body and neck in an arch until she could see Betty and Jared on the couch. "Oh god. Now that’s a cock." She hung back like that for a moment or two, watching her husband’s reaction. He was the least stunned of the three... his wife’s methods of getting what she wanted were no mystery to him... but even he was surprised at her aggression.

She pulled her body back in against Frank’s broad chest. She felt the hair there and rubbed her sensitive breasts across the prickling strands. "Now fuck me. I need to be fucked long and hard. Make me cum over and over again."

Frank’s pride as an experienced swinger demanded action. This little woman was displaying a confidence that stunned him and a hunger that aroused him. "That’s exactly what you’re going to do you little slut. My big cock is going to pound your cunt right through this fucking floor."

Holding the young woman’s body firmly to his, still bottomed out on his long cock, Frank managed to drop to his knees without falling over or breaking anything. He laid her down on the thick-padded carpet, kissing her quickly but deeply. Then he sat back slightly and surveyed the sight before him. Stacy’s hair was in disarray and her eyes were wide and intent. There was a hint of challenge in her smirk.

Even laying on her back, Stacy’s small breasts stood proud, their tips swollen with arousal. Below, Frank saw his own thick cock protruding from her light brown bush. Through it, her deep pink pussy lips were plainly visible, open wide around his meat. Both he and Stacy could feel his cock jerk and throb in arousal.

Stacy was impatient and Frank was taking too long to appreciate her charms. "I hope that big cock of yours of good for something besides just sitting there." She squeezed his meat with her internal muscles, once again surprising the swinger. Her pussy had a powerful grip that promised to milk him for everything he was worth.

"I’ll show you what a big fat cock is good for" he answered, allowing a little anger to enter his voice and also drive his actions. This little cunt wanted to challenge him? He’d show her a thing or two.

He pushed her legs back towards her shoulders and pinned them back there as he placed his hands to either side of her head. He slowly pulled his meat from her depths. He went far enough that his head actually popped out of her hole but he left it there, nestled against the entrance. Then he plunged back into her depths, burying himself all the way. God she was tight. And wet and pliable and deep and eager and welcoming. Their groins slapped together. He pulled out again and repeated the process.

"Now we’re talking," Stacy exclaimed, her voice breaking once as Frank hit bottom again. She saw the swinger looking down at her body as he fucker her. She grabbed at her own tits, squeezing them into taller peeks and pointing them at Frank. "God I’m so fucking horny. Make me cum. You gott’a make me cum or I’ll just go nuts."

It was at about that time that Betty and Jared arrived at the scene. Jared led the now-nude, curvaceous woman over to the other pair and laid her down beside his wife. Eyes intent on the coupling duo, he spread Betty’s thick thighs wide, echoing his wife’s position. He exchanged a happy, horny glance with Betty and plunged his cock into her.

In his swinging days, Jared had been best known for his staying power. But the women he serviced also appreciated other qualities he brought to the party. Aside from being friendly and attentive to their needs, his cock was exceedingly pleasing. He wasn’t the largest guy around... his cock was just a little over seven inches long which was more than adequate but not what could be called huge. And his shaft was probably a bit on the thin side. However, Jared’s cock head swelled enormously out from his shaft, seemingly two sizes too big. Aside from bringing a little extra stretching action to a woman’s nether lips, the dramatically raised ridge his large head sported rippled along their channels in unusual and pleasing ways.

Betty cried out in joy as he plunged into her. "Welcome back Jared!"

For several long minutes, grunts and wet squelches and the slap of colliding bodies were the only sounds in the room. Both men fucked the women steadily. Stacy had been primed by the orgasm she experienced at the hands of Betty while the older woman had been deeply aroused by the performance of the younger woman. Their powerful, experienced lovers were driving each toward climax.

Stacy’s hot, wet vice was also working its magic on Frank. Her powerful muscles milked his big piece of meat in a way that made his own climb to orgasm impossible to resist.

Frank changed tactics. He let her legs fall down to her sides. Keeping the head of his cock lodged in her sex, he stepped each leg to the outside of hers and then coaxed her legs together. Her thighs squeezed together around his manhood. He shifted his body forward, pressing his shaft against the bead of her clit. He pushed deeply into her once again, sawing his dick against her little bundle of joy. "Oh fuck, guy. You’ve got me stretched so good. That’s right, work my clit." Stacy wrapped her arms around him and screamed into his face. "Make me cum god damn it!"

Frank withdrew part way and then pounded himself back into the young woman. Where his strokes were forceful before, they became violent now. He repeated the pounding lunges over and over again. "God damn horny little bitch, you’re really going to get it now."

Jared was being driven wild by his wife’s performance. This was to Betty’s benefit. Unlike Frank, who now had his wife pressed flat on the floor, Jared was pushing Betty farther and farther back on her neck. He was forced to rise to his feet as he continued pounding the older sluts sopping pussy. With each impact of their bodies, a fine spray of her fluids splashed down onto her. Jared’s hands were locked in a death grip on her meaty thighs.

Betty was on the verge orgasm and Jared knew it. His right hand released her thigh and reached down to where her massive tits were hanging into her face. He slapped one bag of sensitive flesh twice and then a third time. Each slap connected broadly with his entire hand, cracking out loudly. He buried his cock deeply into her cunt, pressing his groin against hers. He stirred her depths with his iron-hard rod. The fingers of his right hand latched onto a nipple and pulled.

Betty went over the edge abruptly, her orgasm sending shivering convulsions through her body. She only had a chance to shout "Oh Fuck!" before she lost the ability to speak. Jared had to fight her body as it attempted to stiffen, threatening to push him away. As her cunt spasms attempted to milked his cock, he pounded her hard several more times, driving her through her orgasm.

Her husband’s performance and the uninhibited cries of the woman he was fucking drove Stacy over the edge of her own climax. She snarled and her pussy clamped down on Frank’s cock with more strength than her body should be able to produce. As a strange, strangled sort of sound slipped out of the older man’s lips, Stacy shouted at him, "Oh god damn it yes. Oh fuck, I’m cumming."

Betty came down from her orgasm and Jared took a moment to rest, letting her ass fall back down to the carpet and then stretching out across her body, his hard cock still clasped in the embrace of her cunt. They both had time to stare at the climatic events taking place next to them.

While her pussy convulsed and milked its welcome intruder, the rest of Stacy’s climaxing body seemed to have a mind of its own. As Frank attempted to continue fuck the young slut through her orgasm, Stacy’s arms wrapped around his body. Still in the throes of climax, perhaps given strength by those rampaging hormones, she forced Frank’s legs apart as she spread her own. Then, she heaved the big man off her body, rolling with him as he fell onto his back.

With his hotly throbbing cock still in the grip of her cunt, Stacy somehow got her legs clear of his and she straddled his sweating body. "You’re going to make me cum again you bastard. Your magnificent cock is going to make be fucking cum again."

Stacy began riding the swinger. Unsatisfied with the movement available to her from a kneeling position, she stood, briefly releasing Franks tortured shaft. It was red and throbbing, glistening with her juices. She squatted, balancing briefly with one hand on his chest as she grabbed his member with the other and pointed it at her open, dripping hole. "Fuck" she screamed as she impaled herself on his shaft once more, her ass slapping loudly against his thighs. She immediately bounced back up, riding his cock like a pogo stick.

Using both hands now for balance, her calves and thighs flexing and straining, Stacy proceeded to pound the man every bit as violently as he had fucked her. She was using every ounce of her weight and strength as she churned her pussy on his stick.

Betty and Jared were hypnotized by the spectacle. They lay in each other‘s arms, bodies still and his cock throbbing in her depths. The visuals they were soaking in were nearly as stimulating as any gymnastics they might spend the time performing themselves.

Frank was hanging on by a fingernail. He’d been with women with strong streaks of domination but they had always been about control. Their demands were for obedience. He’d been with women that were enthusiastic and fit and eager. But Stacy was something else. The demands she was making of him clearly stemmed from a single thing... the desire to be fucked. For Stacy, it was *all* about the sex. Cock in pussy.

Stacy was becoming hyper-stimulated. Her latest orgasm had still been throbbing through her body as she re-mounted Frank and she was trying to push herself straight into her next. She could tell that Frank was becoming overwhelmed. His big cock felt great and some part of her knew that the performance she had been putting on would have had most men creaming long ago. But right then, that didn’t matter. Frank was about to shoot his wad, damn it, and Stacy needed to get another orgasm out of him.

She pulled one hand away from his chest and attacked her clit, rubbing it forcefully. "God damn it, you need to make me cum! Grab my tits, fuck my cunt and make me cum. Then you can fucking shoot and fill me up."

Frank grabbed the mad woman’s tits. Fuck the gentle stuff. He squeezed them hard. With one hand, he mauled the meat of one tit while the fingers of his other hand grabbed at a nipple. He twisted, having just enough presence of mind to not squeeze hard enough to actually bruise her... probably.

Stacy came. She let out a long, guttural scream, flinging her arms outwards as her body tensed, Frank’s grip on her tits holding her upright. Her tightening pussy milked Franks cock and pulled him along with her. As she trembled stiffly and toppled forward across his chest, Frank sent bolt after bolt of white lightning deep into her cavern. She felt each surge of his cock and in response her pussy would answer with a crushing squeeze. Each such squeeze held Frank’s next bolt back for a fraction of a second, guaranteeing that each struck with maximum pent-up force. The effect was mind-blowing for both.

Long minutes passed. Stacy lay across Frank’s chest, covered in sweat and panting deeply. As her orgasm, her third of the night, slowly faded she could feel gentle spasms in her pussy still trying to milk his slowly softening member. Frank was gasping for air, effectively out of the game for the foreseeable future.

Betty’s own pussy was bubbling with anticipation. Jared had yet to cum and was still hard in her. Betty had needed the rest; her pussy became over-sensitive after orgasm and she couldn’t tolerate much stimulation. Unlike the young woman that had just fucked Frank into the ground, she couldn’t go charging from one climax to the next. A cool-down time was good for her... but she had gotten that and now was fully primed for another round with Jared’s hard cock.

She pulled Jared’s head down to hears and kissed him gently, almost chastely on the lips. Then, in a false stage whisper, she told him "I’ll have what she’s having".

Jared’s shoulders shook briefly with laughter. Betty felt his cock move and swell just a fraction as his attention returned to the woman he was fucking. He slowly withdrew himself from her, his rod flipping upward as it sprang free. He knelt between her legs as she steepled her knees to open herself widely for him. For a moment or two, he explored her sex with one hand. Her thick, black beaver was matted with perspiration and other fluids. At the top of her cleft, her clitoris stood prominently, wrapped in its hood like a feather boa. While his eyes focused on that ultimate center of female arousal, he let two and then three fingers find their way into her hot hole. The wet mouth of Betty’s pussy swallowed his fingers, seeming to suck them in. He smiled as he felt her muscles contract to grip the intruders. He let his fingers gently play with her inner chamber and then lightly brushed her clit with his thumb. A soft groan of desire and contentment escaped her mouth.

Jared pulled his hand away and settled into position, his thighs pressed against hers, his cock laying along her slit, pointing out over her clit. Then he playfully stroked her outer folds with the head of his dick before seating it in her hole and sliding gently back in to her waiting cavern. To all outwards appearances, he had forgotten that his wife was lying across another man at his side.

Stacy had forgotten nothing. She had cum twice on Frank’s big dick and they had been fabulous. Under normal circumstances, a performance like that had a chance of sating her appetite for a time. But having her husband next to her pleasuring another woman was just too arousing. She was still hungry for more and had decided how she was going to get it.

As her husband slid into Betty, Stacy pulled herself off Frank’s soft but still sizable cock and stood above him. "Jared, wait a second." The pair both looked at Stacy questioningly.

Stacy was staring down at Frank, her expression hard to read. One hand gently felt her left breast, still tender from Frank’s rough handling. Her other hand lightly cupped her beaver. A gentle, sly smile crossed her face as two fingers entered her folds and came away with a load of cunt juice and jizz. She brought the fingers to her mouth, examined them briefly and then licked them. She quickly cleaned her fingers with tongue and lips as if she had just eaten fried chicken. Then, in a casual, playful voice she asked, "Are you hungry, Betty?"

"Bring that nasty cunt over her, girl, There aren’t many things that taste better than a well fucked pussy."

Stacy stepped across to the conjoined couple and straddled Betty’s head. She was facing her husband and paused a moment or two to allow him to study her open, dripping sex. A rivulet of fluid had begun its journey down her inner thigh. With a casual elegance that seemed at the same time both out of place and natural, she used a couple fingers to gather it up. Her other hand settled on her husband’s head and tilted it back gently. She brought her fingers in close to his face. "See what you made me do?" her voice still playful but becoming husky. His mouth was slack with wonder and she fed her loaded fingers into it. "Taste me. Taste Frank. This is what your dirty ways made me do."

It had been quite a few years since Jared had tasted another man’s cum but this was not the first time. He had never gotten a thrill out of it but had also never hesitated to eat a woman after another man had filled her with his seed. Well, he hadn’t hesitated much after the first time or two.

This was different. This was his wife feeding him the mingled juices of the lust she had expressed with another man. He caught her wrist in one hand, holding her in place. He licked and sucked at her fingers, moaning with desire. He was so very happy, happy with every fiber of his being. His lovely, exciting wife was sharing something with him and it was something far greater than those slippery fluids. It was a love of sex, a joy of the body.

Stacy could see the bliss in her husband’s face and was nearly overwhelmed with love for him. Betty had said it in the car but had no idea how right she was. She was so fortunate to have found Jared... a loving, kind, intelligent and sexy man to share joy with. Passions that transcended sexual lust threatened to overwhelm her body and her knees grew week.

Fortunately, she had the presence of mind to let herself down gently before she fell over.

Jared continued to gently suckle her fingers, staring into Stacy's eyes as she knelt, hovering above Betty's face. Despite the fact that his manhood was lodged in another woman's love nest, he felt very close to his wife at that moment. She was truly the love of his life. And even though right now they were expressing themselves sexually, he knew deep in the fiber of his being that he and his wife shared a lot more than that. Their quite nights watching TV together or working together in the kitchen or the yard... simple tasks and quiet interludes shared by two people at peace with one another. His wife was smart, sensible and sexy as hell and she seemed to think he was pretty nice to be with too.

Both Lancasters felt Betty move beneath them. She wrapped her arms around the younger woman's thighs and waist, pulling her still-dripping snatch down onto her salivating mouth. At the same time, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Jared. Digging her heals into the flesh of his ass, she pulled him tightly against her groin and ground herself against him.

She grunted softly and let out a long moan. "Spermy pussy for my mouth and hard cock for my pussy. God damn am I glad that Helen couldn’t make it. To think that I was just going to do laundry tonight."

Stacy shook herself from her reverie as Betty's tongue dug into her slit, seeking out the goodies Frank had left there. She grinned at her husband. "Fuck her baby." She reached down to grasp Betty's big tits. They were spread wide and soft across her chest and Stacy attempted to gather each one into a hand. She pushed them together, presenting them to her husband. "Fuck this wonderful, nasty slut. Make her cum. I want to feel her shake and hear her moan while I drown her with my cunt."

Jared pushed against Betty’s clasping legs, sliding his shaft back until only its head remained within her hot hole. There was tension on his cock as the crown of its head pulled out gently against the elastic ring at the entrance to her pussy.

Stacy’s hands were clasping the outside of the older woman’s breast, leaving her nipples and cleavage open and inviting to Jared’s attentions. He reached down and pawed at her peaks, tweaking her nipples and kneading the flesh of her sensitive tits. Then he plunged back in to the hilt, filling her cunt with meat.

Betty gasped into the folds of Stacy’s dripping sex. The experienced slut was having the time of her life with this loving young couple. Jared was every bit as talented as she remembered and his bride was proving to be a sex-hungry slut of the highest order. As Jared began stroking into her depths at a steady, firm pace, Betty shifted her oral attentions from the depths of Stacy’s honey pot to the hard nubbin of her clitoris at the peak of her slit. She pursed her lips to suck on the tiny little thing, allowing her teeth to scrape across it from time to time. As she attacked the other woman’s clit, she began pressing a spear of three fingers into her hole. Loosened by earlier activity and wet with Stacy’s juices, whatever was left from Frank’s hefty deposit and her own saliva, the eager young twat offered little resistance.

"Of fuck!" Stacy exclaimed in a horse and trembling voice. She released the older woman’s breasts and clasped her husband’s shoulders, staring him in the eye. "She eating me real good. Pound her Jared. Fuck her hard and make her cum."

Betty had allowed her legs to relax, her senses filled with the delicious scent and taste of the young slut and the thrusting, throbbing intrusions of her groom. Jared hooked his arms under her knees and hauled her meaty limbs up onto his shoulders, altering his angle of approach. The change brought renewed moans from the big woman and Stacy could feel her entire body vibrate in responses.

Frank sat on the floor next to the trio, still in a slight daze as he watched the threesome drive themselves towards climax. The pale young woman was grinding herself down on the face of the experienced swinger while the male member of the triad continued to pound into her sloshing quim.

Stacy was trying to watch her husband’s cock as it pistonned into Betty’s hole. She wanted a better look. She bent forward to hook the other woman’s legs in arms and began pulling them back, forcing Betty farther onto her shoulders and neck. Keeping her throbbing pussy planed across Betty’s moth, Stacy shuffled her position slightly and drew the older woman’s hips up far off the ground.

Jared’s cock sprang free as Stacy held Betty’s body nearly vertical. Juices from her pussy were flung into the air, several drops catching Stacy in the face. She giggled and tried to reach some of it that had landed near the corner of her mouth with her tongue. Stacy adjusted her grip on the other woman’s body, now encircling her waist in a hug. She bent her head down, craning it a bit to reach the other woman’s snatch. Without hardly even realizing she was about lick another woman’s sex for the first time, she drug her tongue along the length of her slit. The other woman tasted very much like her own juices. She drank down the nectar and then straightened to face her husband. Jared had risen to his feet and was stroking his glistening cock. "Now let me taste it off of you." She said.

Jared stepped into position as his wife dug her chin into Betty’s beaver. Betty had let off her attack on the younger woman’s sex, waiting for the next stage of the performance. She squirmed a bit at the unusual sensation as Stacy playfully worked her chin across the older woman’s mound. Betty was a bit uncomfortable upside-down on her neck but she was willing to put up with it to see what would happen.

Stacy opened her mouth and Jared slid his cock in. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel and taste of her husband. She sucked at it gently for a few moments and then released it.

Stacy sat there a moment or two, Betty’s upside-down body held close to her own, her husband’s cock bobbing just a few inches away. Shit, she thought, this isn’t really going to work.

She let Betty’s body weight carry them both back down to the floor. Then she grabbed the woman’s ankles and pulled them back and wide, opening her up to her husband. Betty’s back was once again flat on the floor and her hips were just barely raised above it.

Betty pressed her fingers back into Stacy’s pussy, wriggling and flexing them as she explored the young woman’s inner self. Stacy sighed in appreciations and gave her husband his marching orders. "Back in the saddle stud. This is it, we’re all going to cum our asses off this time."

Jared lunged forward, nearly jumping as he directed his cock back into Betty’s steaming hole. He rammed home in a single, violent motion that moved the entire pile of bodies a couple inches across the thick carpet. The resounding slap of colliding flesh was accompanied but a guttural cry from Betty and her pussy eagerly absorbed the assault.

Stacy released Betty’s legs and her husband caught them in the crook of each arm. The young woman’s hands found purchase on the buxom slut’s ample tits and she ground her cunt down on the other woman’s face. Her hands were gripping the pliant tit flesh hard, nearly buried in soft folds of breast. It was lucky for Betty that the young woman kept her nails short.

Stacy’s eyes were locked with Jared’s, her face distorted by nearly vicious passion. "Fuck her hard god damn it. Make her scream into my cunt."

Driven by his wife’s passion, Jared pounded away at Betty’s heaving body, rapidly driving her to climax. Not to be out-done or out-shown, Betty was hard at work at his wife’s nether region, deeply penetrating her hole with her fingers and treating her clit to successive rounds of nibbling and sucking. Stacy was getting close to her fourth orgasm of the night, panting and heaving and yelling half intelligibly. "Oh god you fucking slut, your fucking mouth is going to make cum again. Fuck her baby. Screw her lights out."

Betty started the chain reaction. Just as Stacy had demanded, the other woman screamed into her cunt as the older woman’s pussy spasmed and clamped down on Jared’s driving rod. "She’s shooting. You did it, she’s fucking cumming. Fill her up baby. CUM! Fill her cunt with your jizz." Stacy reached out to her husband with one arm, roughly grabbing his neck as she yelled at him. "Fill the cunt up!" Her face was twisted in a snarl of passion.

Jared really needed no prompting as Betty’s cunt milked his cock. He grunted and heaved as his nuts released there long pent-up seed. He lunged forward a final time, forcing his erupting cock as deep as it would go.

With both her partners tumbling through climax and Betty’s moans and heavy, rapid breathing penetrating her pussy, Stacy followed them over the edge into crashing bliss. In some quirk of orgasmic release, her own quaking was silent, her mouth agape and eyes wide as contractions and shudders careened wildly through her body. New supplies of pussy juice dribbled unnoticed across Betty’s blissed-out face.

While Stacy was still riding the plateau of her climax and Betty was showing signs of descending from hers, Jared withdrew is cock. It glistened wetly and its popping emergence from the woman’s pussy was immediately followed by a flow of cum dribbling from her gaping sex. Stacy’s dazed eyes stared at the sight; her husband’s cock just beginning to lose the throbbing hardness of full arousal, Betty’s pubic hair thickly matted and her nether lips open and inflamed.

With the hot energy of her orgasm yet to drain completely from her body, the young woman was drawn to the open sex of the other. She bent forward, resting her hands on Betty’s thick thighs near her groin. She stared at the open folds of pussy, saw the big drops of pearly cum and smelled their mingled musks. Stacy laid her face along the upper reaches of the other woman’s slit, barely noticing when Betty jumped as she contacted her large, swollen clit. The fingers of one hand dove into the fountain of glorious cum. She scooped up the substance and brought it to her mouth quickly like a child drinking from a bathroom faucet. She slurped, reveling in the complex taste and texture of lust. Then she dove her head down into the valley between the other woman’s legs, seeking with lip and tongue all the glorious cum her fountain had to offer.

Stacy was gradually wriggling farther down Betty’s body as she craned her neck and strove to push her face further and further into the other woman’s seeping well. Stacy’s lust addled mind was fixated on the product the glorious union of this woman and her husband had produced. She didn’t notice the tone of Betty’s yelps and hisses.

Betty rolled over, carrying the smaller woman with her. She was briefly on top of the young slut but continued on, rolling off and away from Stacy and coming to rest on her back. "I said stop you crazy cunt. I can’t take that much stimulation so quickly."

Stacy’s flushed and gleaming face wore a look of confusion. Her own pussy was energized; ready for anything. Sure it was sensitive... that’s what made sex so great.

Well, her brain was in no condition to give the mystery any thought. She turned away from the panting woman and back to her loving husband. He was reclined on his elbows, his dick about half-hard. That glorious substance was beginning to dry on it.

Stacy crawled forward, her eyes locked on the dick she called her own. Swooping in low like a stalking cat, she locked her mouth on the pliant member. The taste was exquisite. She had about half his shaft in her mouth, cradling it with her tongue. She could faintly feel the beating of his heart. She stayed that way several minutes, allowing her body to wind down a bit while gently nursing on her favorite toy.

Minutes passed in silence. Betty was still flat on her back, breathing deeply but steadily. Frank had slipped his boxers back on and settled down into one of the deeply padded chairs. There was a thoughtful and appreciative look on his face.

Stacy released her husband’s dick, still half-hard. She crawled her way up his body and kissed him. Their lips met in a close but gentle embrace. Jared let himself down onto the carpet, laying flat with his wife’s body pressed languidly against his own. They released their kiss and she laid her head on his shoulder, finally at rest.

A kind of shock was beginning take hold of Stacy. What had happened to her? What had she just done? She had never behaved that way before. She had never felt that way before. She had lost control. Or perhaps, she had simply let it go.

Stacy Lancaster was a sober kind of woman. She was almost always thoughtful and deliberate in her actions. On the other hand, she enjoyed indulging her powerful sex drive when the mood struck her, sometimes screaming at her husband to fuck her harder and harder even after she had climaxed a dozen times or more. And she knew... or at least assumed... that that kind of appetite wasn't normal. But she had been in control all those times. She had learned her husband's limits... if his amazing stamina could be called limiting... and had thrilled in pushing both their bodies to incredible peaks of pleasure.

So yes, Stacy could be wild and demanding in her need for sexual gratification but what had just happened... it was crazy! What she had just done to these two strangers, the way she had attacked them and demanded satisfaction from them just wasn't like her. Or at least it had never been before.

She lay still across her husband's chest, listening to his heart and rising and falling with his breath. She wondered what he was thinking of her right then. She gathered up what she could of her will and her wits. She croaked once, finding herself horse and had to clear her throat. Jared's body shook with a chuckle. Finally she said in a quiet voice, "I can't believe the way I just acted. What I just did." She waited for her husband to respond.

He didn't leave her waiting long. "Honey, that was more than I could even hope for. You were amazing."

She raised her head up a bit so she could look his in the eyes. The other couple in the room remained silent, allowing the Lancasters to deal with what had just happened. Stacy asked her husband. "You're not upset or weirded out or anything? I never thought... I mean, I didn't intend to..." She was at a loss for words. "I just don't know what came over me."

Jared cupped the back of her head and smiled reassuringly at her. "You had fun, hon. That's all it was; we all had fun. You don't feel ashamed, do you? There's no reason to."

She lay her head back down on his chest and let him stroke her short, damp hair. She had spent a lot of time in just this position, laying with her husband quietly and happily. It was very reassuring. Still... "Yeah, I think I kind of am. What I did wasn't right."

Jared's hand stopped and his voice took on a note of urgency and concern. "No, honey, it's fine. It's just sex. It doesn't..."

She gripped his shoulder to stop his protests. "No, I don't mean the sex. Sex is sex... it's fun and it feels good. I understood that long before tonight. But sex shouldn't be like that. It's not right."

Betty couldn't listen to any more without voicing her opinion. "There's no wrong way to have sex dearie. I mean, as long as everybody wants what they're getting."

For a moment Stacy almost resented the other woman's intrusion but shook herself free of that thought. "Yeah fine, I understand that. Whatever floats your boat and all that. And I agree. But... I don't know. I almost didn't feel like myself." She still lay flat on her husband, not looking at the other woman.

Betty had sat up, sitting naturally on the floor with her legs spread out in an open circle before her, her heavy breasts and swollen sex shamelessly on display. One finger was idly drawing circles in a wet stain they had made on the rug. "Well, I guess who you are isn't who you thought you were."

Stacy had no answer for a while. "You know what the worst part is?" The others murmured questioning sounds. "I'm still fucking horny. I think there's something wrong with me."

Frank laughed at that. "Damn it girl, don't over-think things. There doesn't have to be a why and you don't have to justify your actions. Hell, you don't even have to justify them yourself. Philosophers may find reasons for sex and biologists and psychologists probably know what they really are but for our own purposes, sex is just fun. And you, Mrs. Lancaster, are a hell of a lot of fun. Or at least, you were until you started thinking"

Jared let one of his hands clasp Stacy's ass cheek, the tips of his fingers brushing the lips of her quim. Stacy stiffened from both nervous anxiety and arousal.

Frank stood, taking a moment to stretch expansively. Stacy turned her head to watch him. "As for still being horny... I'm glad to hear it. I may not be a teenager any more, but I'm definitely still good for more than one shot a night." His feet took him to stand near Betty, his knee against her shoulder.

She looked up at him. "Can I help you?" she asked in a mocking voice.

Frank dropped and discarded his boxers. His large cock was hanging limp but heavy. "I was hoping for a little oral assistance." He answered.

Betty let her eyes roll. "Who writes this stuff?" But while she sneered her response, her hand clasped his member at its base. Turning to him, she engulfed his soft cock in a single slurp.

Instinctively, Frank grabbed the back of her head. His big hand tangled itself in her long hair and pressed her face into his groin. His fat meat was still soft and it curled and compressed to fill Betty’s mouth. The slut’s mouth was open wide, pressed against his pelvis. She stroked his warm shaft with her tongue and then slid it out of her mouth, lapping at his dangling sack. Like the talented lover she was, she was able to massage his meat in her mouth while bathing his balls with her pink tongue.

Stacy rose to watch the pair. Considering for a moment, she moved to straddle her husband’s stomach, kneeling and resting her ass against his rib cage. She was facing Jared’s feet and could see Betty working on Frank just four or five feet away. She could feel the prominent line of thick hair that trailed down along Jared’s navel against her still enflamed pussy mound. She sat up straight in her kneeling position to watch Stacy and Frank while playing with her husband’s cock and balls. His shaft was becoming firmer by the moment but just this once, Stacy wasn’t in a rush to climb aboard. She wanted to see what the other couple would do.

What Betty was doing was giving world-class head. As Frank’s manhood began to lengthen and harden, she continued to work on its every inch. She braced herself against his thigh with one hand while the other massaged his balls and occasionally stroked his slick shaft. Stacy noticed that as he grew, Betty paid more attention to the head. Stacy’s own oral skills were perhaps a little lacking due primarily to her constant focus on getting hard meat into her cunt. A few licks and a quick suck of the head were really all she’d ever managed. For a few moments, she was lead to believe that Betty’s skills were much the same.

Betty wasn’t consciously putting on a show. She was just working on getting Frank ready for action. But as he reached full arousal, Betty pulled back for a moment. She stroked him gently while glancing over at the Lancasters. Remembering she had an audience, she couldn’t resist showing off just a little. She caught Stacy’s eye and smirked at the younger woman just a bit. Knowing she had the other’s attention, she turned back to Frank’s throbbing cock. His nine inches were red and throbbing, his tapered head aimed at her face. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed him to the balls, apparently just as easily as she had when he was soft.

While Frank moaned in response, Stacy’s eyes bugged out. How the hell had Betty done that? Unconsciously, Stacy gripped her husband’s erection roughly with one hand while the other ground into her own aroused mound.

Betty kept her face buried in Frank’s pubic hair for several minutes, fighting to breathe through her nose as she did so. The man’s long shaft had plunged back past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She used both hands to hold him in place with his buttocks as she worked on his shaft. As a final touch, her tongue extended once again, playing with his testicles.

For as long as Betty deep-throated Frank, Stacy probably hadn’t blinked. She had had that big shaft of flesh in her pussy and had loved every minute of it but she couldn’t imagine fitting even half of it in her mouth. On the one hand, she really had no interest in doing so since her mouth certainly didn’t feel things the way her pussy did. On the third hand, what Betty was doing to Frank was both impressive and sexy as hell.

When Betty finally released him, Frank’s cock was covered saliva and phlegm. A long strand hung from Betty’s chin to his cock head. It swayed there briefly as Betty ran her fist up and down his hyper-slick shaft. Then Betty swallowed him again, slurping as she went. She quickly bobbed her head along his dick several times, taking every inch as she did so. When she pulled away again, she had effectively cleaned him up, leaving behind only a bit of damp. She turned to glance at the other couple as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

A couple challenging comments crossed the older woman’s mind. Could the hot little slut do THAT? Not a chance in hell. But she kept her peace. Instead, she looked back up at Frank as she fondled his tackle. "Can you hold on for a few seconds? I want to go get Helen’s toy box."

Frank answered as he helped her onto her feet, "Sure babe." He held her close a moment, kisser her deeply and pinching a nipple. When he let her go she turned to leave the room. "But don’t be long."

An awkward silence followed Betty’s departure. Stacy was staring at Frank’s erection while slackly holding her husband’s own piece of meat. Without a word she dismounted her husband and knee-walked over to Frank. She grabbed his glistening cock. "I need to try that."

"Well, don’t let me stop you." Frank answered.

Frank’s cock head was actually smaller than her husband’s so it had no trouble fitting between her teeth. With more determination than sensuality, she began working more of it into her mouth. She did pause from time to time to lick along his shaft.

The dick reached the back of her throat before she made it to the half-way mark. She coughed and choked once, sputtering. She pulled the thing from her mouth and first swallowed and then cleared her throat. Then she tried again. Her lips nearly reached the mid point but she gagged hard. She controlled it once but was forced to stop. She just couldn’t swallow any more.

Stacy sat back on her feet and wiped her mouth. She noticed that Betty had returned and had been watching her. Stacy shrugged and looked a little abashed. Betty tried not to look too smug. Neither said anything as Betty placed the box she was carrying on the rug next to Stacy.

It was actually more like a chest. It was made to look like leather but was clearly plastic. It was less than half the size of a standard footlocker but bigger than a bread box, as they say. Betty knelt across the chest from Stacy and opened it. "Play time is just beginning" she said.

Stacy peered inside as the other woman opened the box. She wasn’t surprised by what she saw… dildos and vibrators and other cock-shaped devices as well as an assortment of straps, plugs and a few shapes she couldn’t immediately identify. It also did not surprise her that some of the objects were quite large.

Betty didn’t give her much time to examine the box’s contents. She pulled out a slim plastic vibrator and quickly shut the box. "Now I want you and your husband to get comfortable on the couch. Jared, you sit down and let her mount you just like she was a minute ago." The young couple did as instructed. Jared sat with his ass out near the edge of the cushion, his legs spread and his hard cock on display. Stacy climbed on top of him; facing into the room with her legs outside his. She settled down behind his erection, allowing it to press along her labia and past her clit.

"Perfect" Betty commented as she crawled over to them and got in close between their legs. "Both of you just sit and relax and let me have a little fun."

Betty pressed her hand against Jared’s shaft, moving it against Stacy’s slit and stroking it gently. Both Lancasters trembled slightly and Betty smiled. "You look so beautiful together. This cock belongs with this pussy". She loosely grasped the organ in question. As she did so first her fingernails and then her knuckles rubbed against Stacy’s sex. "One so soft, the other so hard. Always so hard."

She broke contact for a moment to twist the vibrator's base, turning it on. It hummed quietly. With the buzzing plastic shaft in her right hand, she grasped Jared's pulsing flesh with the other. She smiled up at the two of them as they stared down their bodies at her. She giggled a bit as she saw Jared shifting from peering over his wife's shoulder to peeking from under her arm as he tried to get a better view. Betty briefly turned to catch Frank's eye she prepared to play with the young couple. The older man was keeping his hands behind his back, letting the hard shaft she had just finished rejuvenating bob and pulse freely in front of him.

Betty stroked Jared's cock and let the buzzing vibrator trace a line down the center of Stacy's subtly soft stomach. She teased them both, grasping his shaft only lightly while avoiding contact with Stacy's sex. Nevertheless, Stacy was beginning to squirm. She was trying to control her body but against her will, she hunched her pelvis up towards the older woman several times, shuddering with need.

Betty gave them one last tender smile before opening her mouth and swallowing the plum-like head of Jared's penis. As she did so, she let the vibrator trail down through Stacy's bush. With a slight detour, Betty avoided the younger woman's clit but wasted no time in finding the core of her hot grotto. As her mouth claimed more of Jared's hard cock, Betty pushed the vibrating toy deep into Stacy's pussy.

Stacy cried out, her voice loud. "Aaahh. Haaw. Oh, yesss." She had one hand pressed to the arm of the couch, struggling to remain upright and in the saddle of her loving husband. Her other hand had been once again drawn to one of her tits, mindlessly squeezing and rubbing at her nipple. As Betty had plunged the vibrator into her quim, Stacy head had reared back in ecstasy, her eyes staring blindly at the ceiling. But within moments other lusty forces drew her gaze back down to watch as the older woman went about her pleasurable task.

Betty had planted the plastic vibe base-deep in the young slut's cavity. In fact, as Stacy's hips ground and wiggled in response to the buzzing intruder, Betty used her thumb to sink it entirely inside her pink vagina. The base of the six inch tool vanished into Stacy's cunt, evoking another loud cry from Jared's bride.

The feel of his wife's squirming ass on his stomach and groin, her lust-filled cries and the droning sound of the buried vibrator were driving Jared crazy. He clasped on arm across her stomach, holding her tight to keep her balanced atop him and also to feel every horny move she made. He could even feel a hint of the vibrator's action through her body. He wasn't even inside her and he could feel her passion in a way he never had before.

On the knife-edge of arousal, both Lancasters watched Betty. The older woman palmed Stacy's sex, rubbing her little clit and mashing her labia in against the buzzing machine. She still had the head of Jared's cock in her mouth. As Stacy's cries turned to pants and her movements became more tense and shaky, Betty plunged her head downward, taking Jared down to the balls.

Betty's eyes bugged out a little bit as Jared's massively flared head popped past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She moaned deeply, savoring the feeling of Jared's hot, throbbing shaft. She pressed her face forward, pushing the bridge of her nose and her forehead into Stacy cunt. She could feel the vibrator through Stacy's wet and inflamed pussy. She bobbed upward on Jared's cock, running her nose up Stacy's slit as she did so. Stacy jumped slightly as Betty's nose bounced off her clit.

Betty eased back a bit and plunged her mouth up and down the cock several time. Stacy watched as the older woman effortless swallowed every inch of her husband... a feat she could not come close to achieving. After a minute or two, Betty released him, leaving his manhood red and glistening. Betty rose up, gathering Stacy's legs with her. She pushed the pale woman back into her husband, spreading her wide open. "Push it out honey."

It took a moment for Stacy to understand the command or who it was directed at. Her insatiable pussy still had the vibrator held tightly in its grasp. She let go.
Frank and Betty watched as Stacy's pussy lips flowered open and the dark base of the toy appeared. It slid smoothly out and dropped into Betty's hand. She grabbed Jared and aimed him at his wife's hole. "Time to fuck your man. Come on, take it."

Stacy allowed herself to slide forward and felt the familiar flaring head of her husband's manhood spread her lips and enter her drooling pussy. She sat up and a bit forward to take in more of him. As she did, Betty rose to her knees in front of the younger woman. They stared at each other for a moment, eye to eye. Stacy's lips were parted with arousal and Betty moved forward, meeting her in a kiss. Stacy's tongue was there to welcome hers and press together like lovers' bodies. The kiss didn't last long. Betty relinquished the lip lock and told Jared, "Fuck her".

Instinctively, Jared's hands locked on his wife's hips and he bounced her up off is lap and let her fall back down. Then he did it again, stroking about half his shaft in and out of her. Betty's head descended and found one of Stacy's delicate pink nipples. It was hot and swollen and begging to be sucked. Betty didn't let it beg long. As she locked on like a suckling infant, she also brought the vibrator back into play, pressing it against Stacy's clit.

Stacy was calling out her passion again, head back, moth open and sweat beginning to cover her over-heated body. The sight of her pussy stroking along Jared's cock and the always enticing sight of one woman sucking another's tits had Frank past the breaking point. He could not longer keep his hands off his manhood. But it would be stupid to bring himself off in his hand...

He quietly got down on his knees behind Betty. Her legs were spread fairly wide as she focused on Stacy's flesh, allowing Frank to move in between them without disturbing the ongoing action. One hand on his cock, he made ready. Then, in one motion, he clasped Betty's buttock with the other hand as he drove forward, skewering her matted beaver.

Fran's assault took Betty by surprise and drove her forward. "Holy fuck" she grunted as Frank's big cock bottomed out. She was pressed forward against Stacy, her heavy tits mashed out against the other woman's rib cage. She could feel the wetness of the couple's union on her stomach and Jared's balls brushing past her navel. As she recovered from Frank's unexpected lunge, she growled deep in her throat. She rose slightly and pressed her clit into Stacy's mound, grinding it there as she absorbed Frank's powerful thrusts.

Frank was fucking Betty in earnest, using the entire length of his cock with each thrust. All four lovers were now in a stack against the couch. Frank leaned against Betty's back and reached forward with both hands, capturing Stacy's flushed tit mounts. He squeezed them both from the bottom, pushing them into high, flaming pink peaks. Betty allowed herself to fall against the younger woman again, sucking most of one tit into her mouth.

As Frank stared into the wild eyes of the Lancaster woman, he watched the finial thread snap. Stacy came hard, gritting her teeth and groaning. Her hands flew around Betty's head and she ground the larger woman's face into her tit flesh. Inside her body, her cunt strangled her husband's cock, gripping it in an orgasmic embrace. Her body seemed to curl up, her knees pulling towards her shoulders of their own accord, her head bending across the back of Betty's. It was like she was forming a ball around the other woman's skull. She held on for a long minute as her husband continued fucking up into her cunt, driving the frantic young woman through her powerful orgasm.

With a last grunting scream, the tension released from her body. Betty's head came free. She knelt up straight, pressing against Frank's panting body, his hard cock still locked within her steaming pit. She shook her head, trying to get her bearings after being crushed in Stacy's climax-fueled embrace.

Panting, Stacy sat atop her man, his hard cock still piercing her core, a froth of their vigorous love shimmering along the seam of their union.

Finally, Betty broke the silence. "Good?"

Stacy smiled a little shamefully. "Fantastic."

Betty reached down to her own sex to tease her clit and tickle Frank's shaft. "Would it be okay of I borrowed your man for a bit. I have an idea.

Sweat cooling on her body, hair plastered to her head, Stacy swallowed and nodded. Shakily, she dismounted, more or less tumbling onto the couch beside her husband. That climax had really taken something out of her. It had been the type of climax that often ended the marathon sessions of demanding sex she shared with her husband. "Knock yourself out."

Betty bent her head back against Frank's shoulder and made eye contact. "Let me up for just a second, babe."

Frank was virtually snorting with lust but he let Betty disengage. She stood and made show of working her neck while exchanging an accusing glance with Stacy. Then, she descended into Jared's waiting embrace, facing him as she smoothly slid her gaping sex down his dick. She sighed softly as she did so and settled into place, presenting her backside boldly to Frank. "Now Frank, I trust you to do the right thing. You know what I like."

Stacy was very alert now, wondering what she was about to see. Of course, she had a pretty good idea but she didn't know how she felt about it. Stacy didn't like anal sex. She had tried it exactly two times, both with men other than her husband before she had met him. She had initially been open-minded about the idea but it turned out that she just didn't like it. She could handle the temporary pain but the ongoing discomfort and the fact that it simply wasn't enjoyable made it something she just had no patience for. And really, it had ended up being a bit... messy.

Still, she had offered to try it again with Jared. Even before they had decided to get married, she came to see him as a guy she really wanted to please and would be willing to sacrifice for. Fortunately, Jared recognized her reluctance and had told her flat out that while he had done it before, he wasn't particularly fond of it. There was simply no need for her to make a "sacrifice"... he wasn't interested. And by that time she knew him well enough to believe him. She was relieved... and promptly fucked him into the ground in gratitude.

Still, Stacy had wondered if there were women who actually enjoyed it. It looked like she was about to find out.

Except, it turned out that she wasn't. A little later on, still in the heat of the moment, Stacy would realize what Betty meant by "trusting" Frank. Apparently, at least at the moment, Betty wasn't interested in anal penetration either.

Frank's member was still wet and almost dripping. He eased himself between Betty and Jared's legs and held his cock in line. Stacy found a vantage point behind his shoulder and watched as he pressed his cock home. But he wasn't pressing against her clearly visible and slightly hairy anus. He was pressing his sizable chunk of meet against the seam made by the junction Betty's pussy and Jared's cock. After slipping and sliding across their joined sexes a few times, the spear found purchase.

"Damn" Stacy whispered to herself as she watched Betty's hole stretch to allow the new visitor in to join her pussy's other guest. Getting started had been the hard part. Once the head of Frank's cock disappeared into Betty it was quickly followed by the rest of his considerable length.

Betty had been silent during the operation and Stacy had yet to tear her eyes away from the spectacle. As Frank's stomach made contact with her fleshy ass, Stacy stole a glance at Betty's face. She had turned her head, watching Frank's approach and Stacy could see her expression clearly. Her mouth was open in the classic, chin forward "oh" that seemed common to both pain and pleasure. Then she closed her mouth and gulped a couple times. "Oh fuck, it's been a while since I did that."

Unable to resist (and seeing no reason to try), Stacy came in close under Frank's legs to examine the three-way junction. Her husband's paler and slightly thinner shaft was wedged at the bottom and Stacy knew it must be pressed tightly against Betty's engorged clit. Frank's bigger shaft was not in perfect vertical alignment; instead it was slightly to the right. It surprised Stacy to see that they were not pressed tightly together. There was a slight gap between them shaped like a wedge. The pile of humanity shifted slightly as the participants settled their positions and Stacy's eyes got bigger as the gap between the cocks grew a faction of an inch. "Oh my god. They have got you stretched so far..."

Still reeling from the experience of the initial procedure, Betty took a minute to answer. "Oh fuck yeah they do. Shit. I feel so fucking full."

"All right guys, I'm ready. Give it to me good."

Understandably, the men did not take off at a furious pace. As Stacy watched, Frank pulled half his rod from the pile of sexual organs and then slowly slid back in, pausing again as he reached maximum penetration. Betty continued to shift herself, letting her body settle onto Jared's.

Frank stroked gently again and then pulled out a third time, this time pausing with most of his cock out in the open. Betty had found a place to put her feet on the hard couch frame beneath the cushions. She was in a low squat now and was holding onto the back of the couch on either side of Jared's head. With Frank hovering over her half withdrawn, she pumped her hips a few time, fucking Jared while letting Frank's cock pivot and shift in her hole. Then she too paused, her pussy several inches above Jared's pelvis and Frank still only half injected. "Okay, now I'm really ready."

Frank and Betty really knew sex and also knew each other pretty well. They were in unison as they both thrust, jamming Betty's cunt completely full once again and bottoming out with gratifying force. Without missing a beat, they both rose again and found a smooth fucking rhythm.

Stacy was astounded by what she was seeing. Betty was vigorously fucking both hefty shafts like it was the best thing in the world. Stacy could see that the older woman's inner pussy lips were stretched thin around the two shafts while her fleshy labia were engorged into meaty pillows framing the action. The gap between the two cocks had grown just a bit more though they were still less than an inch apart. On each out-thrust, Stacy could see one or the other cock head begin to crown at her opening.

Betty was grunting and groaning constantly now, occasionally attempting to speak but not making any sense apart from a few "gods" and "fucks". Frank was snorting and panting as he drove away at her sopping box. Jared had captured one of her tits, using both hands to shape it and press it to his lips, sucking and licked at her hard nipple.

The lusty swinger absorbed many long minutes of her lovers' attentions. Frank was in a zone and mostly in control of himself as was Jared. Betty began squeezing her eyes shut and gripping the couch harder as she tried to hold her approaching climax back. Even as a swinger, it wasn't too often she was able to arrange an assault like this and she wanted to take full advantage. She was building up to an orgasm of epic proportions.

Stacy moved to the couch to catch the action from another angle, watching Betty's face and swaying tits as she struggled against her climax. She recognized the signs of a fight against growing pressure. Her own pussy tingled and throbbed in enraptured sympathy. She understood the goal of the perfect, mind-blowing orgasm.

Betty's cries became more bestial. Her cunt was milking the cocks in its embrace in uncontrolled pre-climax convulsions. Stacy turned to her husband and grabbed his chin, pulling him away from Betty's breast. She kissed him savagely and then stared into his eyes. "You have to cum with her. She needs you to cum to make this the perfect fuck."

She jumped to her feet and slapped a hand to Frank's thrusting ass. She half draped her body across his hunched back, pressing tightly to him and she spoke emphatically into his ear. "You too. Blast her cunt. Fill her up. She's gonna cum hard and you have to fucking cum with her."

Then she moved to Betty, tangling a hand in her hair and roughly turning the other woman's face to meet hers. "That's what you want, right slut? You want them to fucking cream your cunt while you cum your ass of, RIGHT!?"

"God yes. I'm ready. Oh shit, I can't... I can't. I need to cum."

Stacy pressed her forehead to Betty's and growled at her. "You've got two fucking cocks in your hot, sloppy cunt, stretching you open and filling you up. God, you are such a fucking slut. You're a fucking slut that's going to cum her ass off and soak up two big loads of beautiful jizz." With a jerk, she released the other woman’s head.

Stacy rushed to lay on the floor beneath the three lovers, gazing up at their slapping, slurping sex. She began to chant as each thrust struck, softly at first but with growing volume and intensity. "Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum" she chanted, transfixed by their race to climax. "Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum." She chanted louder. From time to time, droplets of fluid, be it sweat or vaginal lube or who knew what, fell onto her face and body. She didn't flinch. "Cum. Cum. Cum" She was shouting now, punctuating each meaty slap of colliding flesh with a shout to the heavens. "Cum. Cum Cum!"

Sensing the end was near but without conscious plans, Stacy reached up with both hands and stroked Betty's tense thighs and then found her way inward to the inflamed labia. It was too crowded to actually reach her clit but Stacy was able to press the meaty folds of flesh in against the sensitive bud. She pressed and ground, working Betty's hard joy bud and almost immediately, Betty came explosively.

Betty's resulting shriek and the powerful squeeze of her cunt triggered both men who had prepared themselves for what was coming. Within a few seconds of one another, both cocks began spewing forth their payload. They buried themselves in the climaxing swinger, each holding her body tightly and riding her wild reaction as they pumped their essence into her.

Betty was biting her lips and pounding the couch as she savored the heat and electricity passing through her body. She'd got what she was after; a mind blowing orgasm, one of the best of her life. She owed that little slut a lot... some retribution from trying to show her up and nearly smothering her and thanks for driving them all to an utterly perfect fuck.

The three stacked lovers panted and groaned their way through their mutual orgasm. Stacy stroked and played with two sets of cocks and balls and caressed Betty's thighs, living vicariously through their pleasure.

Being on top of the heap, Frank was the first to move. Still lying on the floor looking up at the spectacle, Stacy watched as Frank withdrew his softening cock. Betty moaned in contentment. It pulled free with a long squelch of engorged flesh, releasing a little of their mingled juices as it did so. It dribbled down along Jared’s harry balls, much of it catching there in his thatch. A bit continued downward, dripping onto Stacy’s forehead and hair.

Frank’s cock was heavy and drooping but still massive looking. He stood over them panting, glistening droplets of sex juice collecting on his shaft and flowing to the pointed head of his penis.

Stacy was hypnotized by the sight. She sat up, reaching for his harry thighs and grasping them. As she lithely spun her legs beneath her and came to her knees, her mouth attached itself to his softening cock head. As she tasted the glistening nectar and felt the hot, gently pulsing flesh of Frank’s manhood, she was struck by a wave of arousal that flared her nostrils and forced her to gasp. The taste and scent of raw lust filled her head. A pre-orgasmic convulsion tied her abdomen in a knot.

She released him, panting and fell back to the floor. Her husband’s dick was still lodged in Betty’s glistening hole. "I need to eat your cunt." She said, unrestrained lust making the words a croak.

Still breathing heavily, Betty answered, "Can’t. Way too sensitive." Lowering her feet to the floor, Betty stood shakily. She let out a sound almost like a whimper as Jared’s nearly limp noodle pulled free. She looked down at the younger woman. "You’re a real little cum slut, aren’t you?"

"I don’t care what you call me. Please, I want to drink it." She reached out a hand like a child begging for a treat.

Betty shook her head. "No way am I going to let you root around in my bush right now. Try it this way." With that, she hunched over, spreading her knees wide. Stacy’s gaze shifted to Betty’s pussy. She watched as Betty took a moment to steady herself. The matted hair of her beaver allowed Stacy to see the lips of her sex clearly. Everything was red and swollen; her mound seemed to have doubled in size from the excessive stimulation and powerful orgasm. The pearl of her clit, so much larger than Stacy's own, stood tall from the peak of her womanly gash as if in victory

Stacy was staring at the older woman's cunt when her abdomen flexed and the puckered mass of meat yawned open.

Two loads of male essence and Betty’s copious honey flowed freely from her orifice. It wasn’t a flood or a river but it did produce several good sized globs that splattered across Stacy's mouth, nose and chin. While Stacy couldn’t help sputtering a bit, at the same time her hands were eagerly collecting the heavenly goo as it rained down on her. She fed on it like someone stranded in a desert, dying of thirst.

As the downpour trickled to an end, Betty staggered away to collapse into one of the deeply padded chairs. Frank had already done the same. Stacy sat up, still using her hands to clean her face like a cat. She then turned eagerly to her husband, intent on finding more of the ambrosia.

Something brought her up short. Jared’s proud shaft was soft and drooping. A horrible thought occurred to her. Her hand dropped you her clit, pinching it anxiously. "Shit. Who the hell’s going to fuck me now?"

She was startled when a woman’s voice answered her, "That’s just what I was thinking."

As Stacy’s eyes found the source of the voice, Jared and Betty called out in unison, "Helen!"

Helen turned out to be a slim woman of below average height with the thin features that could easily look severe but were likely to age well. And they had. Having left forty behind by several years, her deeply tanned features were a bit care-worn. But her high, elegant eyebrows and strong cheek bones still lent an air of allure. Her hair was short, much like Stacy’s, and pitch black. She was wearing no makeup and her lips were thin, displaying what appeared to be a forced smile.

Everyone was awkwardly silent for several seconds. Helen was wearing a college sweatshirt and jeans. They made her seem shapeless and sexless. Frank got to his feet and strode to his wife. "Everything okay honey?" Stacy noticed a real note of concern in his voice. It puzzled her for a moment.

Helen waved away his concern but couldn’t hide a grimace that crossed her face. "Yeah. I mean no. I mean... I don’t want to talk about it."

Stacy sat naked on the woman’s living room floor, trying to understand what was happening. Frank had said Helen was called away to surgery that would last long into the night... possibly into the morning. But it wasn’t much past ten yet...

Some defense mechanism in Stacy’s mind shut the door to that line of thought. There was a pretty obvious explanation.

Helen ran a hand through her hair. "You must be Stacy." Stacy nodded, wondering if the night had just ended. "I got to watch the finale." She gestured towards Betty. "I hope that bitch hasn’t hogged all the action." Betty responded with a "Hey!"

Stacy shook her head, studying the other woman. "No. Actually, she’s eaten me to two climaxes and I’ve fucked both the guys." The matter-of-fact disclosure made her feel very odd... but also set off a little twitch in her pussy.

Helen seemed at a loss. So was everyone else. "Well good. Is there anything left for me?"

Betty rose, smiling. "Well you know Jared. He’ll be fine in a few minutes. And I don’t think Frank is quite ready to call it quits yet either."

Betty stooped down over the toy chest. "In the meantime, I think we can probably find something to keep you busy."

Helen’s response wasn’t sensual or even very happy but there was a kind of determination to it. "Right." She pulled the sweatshirt off over her head. There was no bra underneath.

Stacy watched in silence, letting the two older women sort things out. As Helen sat to remove her pants, she surveyed her body. Helen was thin indeed. Almost ropey. Her breasts were small, not even close to a handful. They did slope downward a bit but did not dangle. Their nipples were dark and prominent. The deep tan was uniform across her body, much like her husband’s. Stacy wondered about that. Her stomach was flat with a hint of musculature.

She had stripped down to a comfortable pair of panties, and now stood again. She looked down at Stacy appraisingly. She held out her hand to the younger woman. "Let's take a look at you." She helped Stacy stand up. Her hands were dry and a little rough, her fingers delicate and strong at the same time.

Stacy had felt small and girlish around Betty. As she stood in front of Helen, she felt like a cow. Helen was two or three inches shorter and so lean. Stacy had a lot more up top but she also had more across the middle and backside. Where Stacy was soft and rounded and to be honest, carried a few extra pounds, Helen was flat and hard and almost square.

Helen pulled Stacy closer. "I love your tits. They’re so perfect." She softly caressed shoulder and hip and then allowed her hands drift to the young woman’s trembling breasts. Stacy’s responsive nipples had deflated a bit but as the surgeon’s fingers traced the delicate contours of her flesh, goose bumps shimmered across her body and her areola’s rose in heated response. Hesitantly, Stacy allowed her own hands to explore the Pollard woman’s body.

It was almost as hard as it looked. Despite the tenderness of her caresses, the woman was still tense from the rigors of the day. As Stacy gently clasped on of Helen’s nipples, pinching the rubbery prominence, Helen did the same, tweaking and rubbing Stacy’s pink nubbin.

Stacy had been nervously looking everywhere but Helen’s face. But as her body began to respond, her eyes were drawn to the other woman’s. They locked. Stacy wasn’t sure what it was she saw there but the older woman’s stern features did seem to soften a bit. Helen parted her lips in invitation and Stacy accepted the offer, touching lips to mouth and softly extending her pink tongue.

They exchanged a series of brief, gentle kisses, Stacy slowly losing her hesitance. It wasn’t like kissing her husband or any other man she had ever embraced but in truth, it wasn’t that different either. And it served to stoke her fires very well indeed.

The women’s embrace intensified. Stacy clung to Helen’s buttocks, feeling hard and flat muscle beneath the cotton of her panties. Helen’s hands passed quickly over Stacy’s softer posterior and located her gooey snatch. Stacy sighed into the other woman’s mouth as a couple fingers squirmed their way into her eager hole.

It was Helen who finally broke the clench. Stacy thought that some of the tension had left the other woman’s body and Helen smiled up at her. The smile turned into a grin and she brought her hand to her mouth and licked Stacy’s juice from her fingers.

Stacy bent forward again, trapping the fingers between their two mouths and tasted herself as she again kissed Helen. When they had drunk all the juices the fingers had to give, Helen withdrew her hand and fastened it to the back of Stacy’s head, pulling the girl still closer and locking their lips together.

A minute later, they had to come up for air. They were both breathing heavily and looked a little dazed. They noticed Betty standing right next to them, looking down at them both. "You might want to lie down before you fall over and break something."

Exchanging a glance and a smile, they did as Betty suggested. Stacy lowered herself to the floor pausing along the way to draw the other woman’s panties down her tanned legs. Stacy had wondered whether the swingers would have shaved beavers. She had been a little surprised when Betty turned out to have a thick pelt of hair that looked less groomed than Stacy’s own downy mound.

Helen’s slit was as bare as the day she was born and as tanned as the rest of her body. The outer lips of her sex were long and prominent. At the tip of each, a finger-sized ring pierced the lip and glittered silver.

Stacy lay on her back and Helen stretched herself out along the younger woman’s body. Her hand roamed the pale woman’s curves and massaged her firm breasts. Helen’s deeply tanned skin contrasted with the pink and porcelain of Stacy’s nubile body. Helen’s body pressed close to Stacy’s, nestling herself into her soft chest. Their lips consumed one another again.

Stacy’s legs had splayed themselves out wide and Helen’s straddled them even wider. In this enticing cove, Betty settled down to business. Clasping Helen’s hard bronzed ass cheeks, she buried her face in her friend’s bare pussy. As she parted Helen’s prominent outer lips, she was greeted by a hint of moisture. The brief make-out session with Stacy had gotten the old swinger’s engine at least up to a gentle idle. Betty set to work revving that engine towards the red-line.

Stacy’s wandering hands had locked themselves onto Helen’s ass along with Betty’s. As Betty began licking and probing Helen’s nether regions, Helen groaned and gently bit Stacy’s bottom lip. Stacy dug her fingers into the older woman’s ass. She ground her pelt of soft cunt hair into the other woman’s groin, seeking to make contact with her clit.

Betty could feel the young slut squirming beneath Helen. She reached down into the cleft of their bodies and fondled Stacy’s sopping mound. Stacy shuddered and groaned and lifted her legs in an unconscious act of lust. Betty slid three fingers into her hole as deeply as they would go and expertly massaged her inner chamber.

Stacy and Helen had broken their kiss and now had their heads pressed together cheek to cheek, breathing heavily and making small sounds of pleasure. One of Helen’s hands slid downward between their bodies to that cleft of pleasure and found Stacy’s little clit. She palmed her mound and let the little nubbin slide and role between two of her extended fingers. Stacy jumped and shuddered. As Stacy held tightly onto the surgeon’s body, Helen’s other hand joined its sister, mirroring it’s movements on her own prominent pearl.

With Betty working from between their legs, Helen assaulting their clits and Stacy heaving and squirming beneath it all, the pile of feminine lust spiraled towards climax. From time to time deep, probing kisses were exchanged. Betty moved from one snatch to the other, using both hands on whatever target tempted her the most. Helen’s juices had started to flow in earnest and Stacy’s cunt was like soup. In her excitement, Stacy was clenching and expanding the muscles of her cunt, presenting a winking and yawning target for Betty. Helen clamped down hard on two of Betty’s fingers, nearly locking her in place and grinding herself on the hands working her sex.

Stacy hit the wall first and burst through into orgasm. Her arms hit the floor at her sides and her fists pounded the carpet. Her legs were rigid and shaking. She gritted her teeth and groaned as she rode out the climax. Before the tension began to leave her body, Helen followed her into the chasm of release.

Helen rose to hands and knees, thrusting her ass at Betty. "Oh fuck YES!" Betty had three fingers in her quim and as Helen rose, Betty was able to press her face forward and latch onto her clit with suckling lips. Helen was stiff and still as her climax filled her nerves with icy fire. Just as she was reaching her peak, something drew Betty away. Helen gasped in anguish as her fellow slut abandoned her. But then she felt a firm set of hands grip her hips. Before she knew what was happening, a hard, hot shaft surged into her wildly climaxing cunt.

Jared buried his hard shaft into Helen to the balls and held it there as her cunt was shaken by thunder and chaos.

Stacy had a front row seat, watching her face as the surgeon panted and groaned and clenched her teeth and every other part of her body. She was also able to see the familiar legs of her husband and his tightly packed scrotum that for the moment seemed to be welded to Helen’s pussy.

As Helen began to relax just a bit and was experiencing the satisfying decent from climax, Jared stroked outwards and then firmly impaled Helen again. He set up a slow but firm rhythm and began fucking the experienced slut with a purpose.

Helen stared down into Stacy’s eyes. "How does it feel to know your husband is fucking another woman?" she panted.

Stacy just smiled in return. "I’ll let you know after I get a better look." Helen was still on her hands and knees which allowed Stacy to twist around under her, trading heads for tails. She slid her head under the two pairs of spread legs and looked up at what her husband was doing to the other woman.

Jared’s pale shaft was arrow straight and rock hard and was sliding effortlessly into Helen’s wet slit. Her outer lips were open wide and inviting, the rings piercing each flap highlighting their shaking movement. The inner lips were spread wide by Jared’s cock, revealing a pink V pointing to Helen’s clit. Though not as large as Betty’s, the little bundle of nerves was visible as a glistening pink sparkle peering out from under its bronze hood.

Stacy’s switch had presented her own matted beaver to Helen’s examination. Stacy’s outer lips were modest rims, often hidden by her bush but now laid bare by its soggy state. As Stacy unconsciously spread her steepled legs wide, the lips parted slightly to just barely show the groove within. Her clit was all but undetectable, a modest bump in the middle of her enflamed mound.

Helen’s mind was in turmoil. Her orgasm had subsided but Jared’s unexpected but welcome assault had driven the slut into a higher gear. Already, a second orgasm was beginning to gather in her deepest recesses. She wanted to sample the young woman’s sex but couldn’t bear to distract herself from the pleasure Jared was feeding her.

As Jared relentlessly fucked her hungry gash, Helen was driven lower and lower. Soon the woman’s groin was at nose-length from Stacy’s face while at the same time, Helen was approaching Stacy’s. Stacy probed Helen’s stretched and dripping cunt with the tip of her tongue while her husband plunged in and out with determination and joy.

Helen felt the younger woman’s probes and was about to return the favor when Betty slid in between Stacy’s legs. Grinning at Helen, she held something up to her lips in a twisted "shushing" motion. What was in her hand was a long double-headed dildo of pink rubber. It was over two feet long though no bigger around that Jared’s own cock.

Without warning or discussion, Betty fed the long object into Stacy’s pussy. Stacy responded with an appreciative sigh and spread her legs wider. Helen watched the rubber toy disappear into the young woman. As it did, she forced her groin down onto the other woman’s face, grinding into it as she absorbed each of Jared’s thrusts. Stacy groaned and used her nose and tongue to stimulate Helen’s splayed open sex as well has her husband’s pistonning member.

Betty held on to the toy about eight inches from its head and steadily fucked Stacy with it. Helen had stopped watching however as she was closing in on her second orgasm. Helen was a woman who was not only capable of multiple, rapid-fire orgasm but who relished them. Her eyes were closed and she had begun bearing down on the intruder pounding her inside passage. Jared could tell she was close and was determined to fuck her right through the orgasm and hopefully drive the swinger on to her next.

"God, I’m going to cum again. Oh Fuck. God, fuck me." Helen began to tremble and fought to stifle a screaming moan. She spasmed around Jared and his response was to pound into her harder and faster. "Gahhh" Helen called out, cumming her ass off.

As Helen’s second orgasm rose in intensity and Jared continued to powerfully plumb her depths, Betty shifted her grip on the dildo she was fucking Stacy with. She had been using it as an eight inch dildo but there was about a foot and a half left. She was going to see how much she could feed into the insatiable little hole.

Helen was still coming hard and grinding herself against Stacy’s face and Stacy was loving every minute of it. The toy in her snatch had been little more than the icing on the cake. But Stacy quickly noticed the change as more of the cool rubber slid into her. She had yet to actually see the intruder in Betty’s hand and was taken by surprise by the added length. She groaned and gripped Helen tightly. Her knees waved in the air as she fought conflicting urges to both protect herself and welcome anything Betty chose to do to her.

The dildo slid past the ten inch mark without noticeable resistance. Betty stroked with that length a few times and Helen opened her eyes. She was dazed but when Betty saw that she was watching, she let the dildo pull completely out of Stacy’s cunt and then slid the entire ten inches back in. Helen moaned at the sight and twitched around Jared’s still-driving cock. Two orgasms in rapid succession were great... it looked like she was going to get number three just as fast.

With ten inches buried in Stacy’s hot sheath, Betty fed in a little more. Eleven inches. Twelve inches. Betty was meeting resistance. In fact, at twelve inches, she definitely hit something. Stacy "umphed" in response and groaned loudly. "God, what are you doing to me?"

Betty slowly withdrew the toy and then slid it back in just as deep before answering. "Whatever I feel like doing to you."

Jared was sweating heavily and puffing like a freight train. He had ridden Helen through her second orgasm and had felt her pussy clasp and shudder, telling him that she was eager for more. He was determined to give it to her. He did slow down a bit and every few strokes he left himself buried in the bronzed woman for a few seconds. From time to time he would twist and stir his hips.

He was also catching glimpse of what was being done to his wife. He was fascinated by her pussy’s ability to take so much of the long toy.

Betty continued to gently prod Stacy’s deepest regions. The young woman was panting hard and sweating in response to the unusual sensations.

By this point, Helen was also sweating profusely. Her second orgasm was now a pleasant memory. She ground her ass back against Jared and urgently squeezed her cunt down on his dick. "Jared, oh fuck I’ve missed you." She bent down and planted a kiss on his wife’s clit. "And I think I’m going to like your wife. What are you waiting for, Betty? Fuck the girl."

Stacy had adjusted herself to the unbelievably deep intrusion and was squirming under Betty’s gentle ministrations. She was getting to the point where she could spare some attention for the impaled, flailing pussy hovering above her head but at Helen’s command, Betty stopped being so gentle.

With her hand gripping the rubber toy at its midway point, Betty began delivering quick and powerful stokes to Stacy’s creamy cunt. In response, the young woman groaned and panted and squealed, drumming her heels on the floor. With her eyes locked on what the dildo was doing to Jared’s wife, Helen demanded that he fuck her harder and harder. "Give it to me hard Jared. Let’s see if you can make me cum again before your wife shoots off."

Jared watched Betty’s hand fly and attempted to match her pace as he pounded Helen insatiable hole. Her insides pulsed with buttery heat that would turn to velvet-lined steel whenever her powerful cunt convulsed. He couldn’t spare his hands to play with Helen’s hard body or the soft curves of his loving wife. They were death-locked at Helen’s hips, repeatedly drawing their bodies together in powerful collisions.

The rampaging dildo in Stacy’s soupy hole was generating a lot of foam. The deep intrusion had stimulated her hot cunt beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Her juices flowed in an almost defensive response. The pounding her insides were taking was at times uncomfortable but the queasy feeling it gave was also somehow feeding into her building orgasm. There was a dam somewhere deep inside her and pressure was building up behind it.

Stacy had her eyes closed tightly and panting grunts were seeping out between her tightly pressed lips. Helen’s eyes were wide open and crazed as she continued to drive herself violently against Jared.

Betty’s arm was getting tired and her completely-recovered pussy was feeling a bit left out.

But the finale was approaching. Jared was heaving with exhaustion and was close to losing control. One of Helen’s hands found its way back to her clit and was frigging herself madly to bring herself orgasm. Stacy was in a world of her own, convulsing under Betty’s assault. She could feel the dam insider her cracking.

Stacy screamed, piercing and full-throated. Her cunt convulsed so tightly on its intruder that the dildo slipped out of Betty’s hand, lodged over twelve inches deep in Stacy’s carnal depths. Stacy’s initial scream devolved into breathless gibbering. One hand was cupped over her mound, pressing her clit down on the firm rubber of the toy. She held the other to her mouth, biting into it hard as she struggled to control her ecstatic body. Her gut was in turmoil, stirred and battered by the abuse it had received. But every nerve ending in her body was on fire and she was cumming her ass off.

"Damn it Jared, she beat me. Fuck, look at her go. I need to cum like that. Fuck the living shit out of me."

As Helen growled her command, her cunt gave Jared’s cock another tight squeeze. That broke his control. Letting loose with his own shout, he convulsively fucked into her body twice more before bottoming out one last time and firing his pent up sperm deep into her passage. He pressed himself home, forcing Helen’s slim body down onto his shuddering wife.

The final violent thrusts and the feel of the flaring and pulsing cock was enough to trigger Helen’s eagerly anticipated climax. As Jared’s hot seed sprayed across her interior, Helens body went rigid. Inspired by Stacy’s violent orgasm and Jared’s relentless stamina, Helen careened into her third and most powerful orgasm of the night.

Jared struggled to remain upright as his exhausted and spent body reeled from his own orgasm. Helens amazing pussy was doing some kind of obscene dance along the length of his shaft as she shuddered and gasped her way through nirvana. He would have liked to contribute more to her sensations by fucking her through the entire experience but his muscles had rebelled. He knelt behind her, her lock on his rigid cock possibly the only thing keeping him upright.

His cock couldn’t stay hard long and the woman’s orgasms only felt like the lasted forever. Jared finally withdrew his spent member and collapsed onto the floor.

Helen was prepared to take a breather and dropped down onto the floor next to Stacy, still arranged head-to-toe with the younger woman. Though winded, Helen was still burning with unsatiated desires. She played with the rings in her pussy lips as she caught her breath. She watched Betty slowly slide the long toy out of Stacy’s snatch. Its entire length glistened and Stacy’s soft downy beaver was covered in her frothy cream. Helen was just thinking how tasty that hole would be when her own husband pounced on her.

Frank had watched his wife and the other swingers with anticipation. No matter how many times his wife came, he knew that it would just make her hotter and ready for more. There was no need for her to wait for the next round, he was going to fuck his slutty wife while her sex was still gaping and filled with cum.

Helen’s cunt had been churned into a hot and open swamp by Jared’s tireless efforts. Her husband’s big cock plunged into her depths like a diver knifing into a boiling pool. As their groins collided, Helen cried out in joy. Her widely spread legs rose instinctively and locked around the familiar contours of Frank’s waist.

Held balls-deep by his wife’s leg lock, Frank felt her skilled pussy squeeze and pulse around his rod. Her eyes were bright and she was smiling at him with a grin ten parts joy and ninety parts lust. She kept him captured in her hungry pussy and began bouncing and stirring her hips around. Her ass was elevated off the floor, lying along Frank’s thighs. For several long minutes they stared at each other as she subtly but emphatically fucked herself on his outstanding cock.

Betty had licked the long double-headed dildo clean and had plunged it into her own needy pussy. She was watching the Pollards and smoothly fucking herself with twelve or thirteen inches of rubber. Burying it deeply in her snatch, she stood, letting the remainder of the pink tube dangle from her bush. Stacy and Jared were lost in a post orgasmic bliss, watching the other couple with blank stares and silly grins.

Helen was still working her husband’s cock with her hot pussy. Clamping her legs even tighter around his waist, her abdomen tightened and she drew her body up off the ground. With the leverage of her legs and the strength of her stomach, she did a sit up. As she did so, the pressure her pussy exerted on Frank’s cock climbed. He set his teeth and grinned down at her.

When she was high enough, she gave his chin a peck with her lips. His cock throbbed in her, fighting against enormous pressure. Helen slowly lowered herself back to the floor, controlling her descent with toned muscle.

She repeated the performance. Her flat stomach and defined abdominals were rock steady. The strain the effort put on the rest of her body pulled her skin taut and her small breasts stood out like golf balls on her chest. Their nipples stood hard and proud.

Remaining buried in his wife, Frank slid his legs out from beneath her ass and knelt upright. Helen now lay on her neck and shoulders, her hips held high by her leg lock around Frank’s sweating body.

Betty had moved over to the toy chest and extracted something big and heavy. She paused again to watch the copulating couple. Once again, Helen crunched her stomach and rose to meet her husband’s body, grinding her naked beaver against his bush. This time, she embraced his neck and forced his mouth down to hers. Their kiss was profound and deep. Their lips and tongues knew each other well but would never grow bored with the many games they could play.

Helen released her legs’ grip on her husband and lowered her feet to the floor. With his hard member still sunk deeply into her wet furnace, she insistently pressed her body against his, forcing him onto his back. As Frank’s head came to rest on the carpet, Helen broke the kiss and sat up proudly across her steed. With her knees on the floor and clamped tightly to his flanks, she began to ride her husband. She slid up and down his stomach, scraping her engorged clit along his abdomen as she steadily worked on his cock.

Betty tore her eyes away from the copulating pair and stepped in front of Jared. He looked up at her. She bent slightly at the knees and hips and smiled at him. Her breasts hung heavily and swayed enticingly. Her pussy released its grip on the long dildo and gravity pulled it to the floor. It hung up for a fraction of a second when the bottom end touched the floor while the upper cock head was sill in Betty’s hole but the flexible rubber then quickly slumped the rest of the way to the floor leaving her cunt open and dripping.

She dropped an object into Jared’s lap and it thudded with a heavy weight. "Make yourself useful." She said and then boldly sat before him. She leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs wide.

Betty had found a rubber cock of staggering proportions. It was realistically shaped and colored a dark brown skin tone. A set of big testicles bulged obscenely from one end and the shaft appeared to be at least fourteen inches long. But what was truly intimidating was its girth. It was at least three inches across along its shaft and flared even wider at its big plumb head.

The noise the object made when it hit the floor had caused Stacy’s head to pivot. She stared at the thing with slowly widening eyes. Betty had to be joking. She was a big woman but... she had to be joking. It had been thrilling to watch the woman’s pussy stretch to accommodate two cocks at once earlier but the sheer round size of this obscene object was so much bigger than that.

She looked to see her husband’s reaction. Jared just smiled and hefted the thing like a barbell. "Always happy to be of use."

Jared got in close between Betty’s legs, settling down on his stomach, propped up on one elbow. Awkwardly, he held the dildo in his support hand while his free hand caressed and explored Betty’s hairy sex. He slid all four fingers deeply into her for a few moments, eliciting sighs from his subject.

His hand came away shining with secretions. He used these on the dildo, lubricating the dry rubber. As he stroked it like a cock, he exchanged a glance with his wife as if to make certain she was watching.

Stacy could hear moans and laughter coming from Helen and Frank as she worked her way to orgasm on her husband's big cock but couldn’t spare the other couple a glance. She sat and stared transfixed as Jared nudged the head of the huge phallus into Betty’s sex.

It didn’t just sink in right away. The head on that thing was the size of a large apple. Jared twisted and jiggled the rubber toy, once or twice running it up and down Betty’s slit. When a couple more nestling twists seemed to get things started, Jared pressed firmly on the handle-like balls of the toy.

The big head popped through the elastic ring of Betty’s hole suddenly and three or four inches of the big shaft immediately slid into her body. The big woman cried out as the mass invaded her eager body.

Jared twisted and wiggled the toy. As Stacy watched, he gently pulled back on it. Betty’s pussy lips began to bulge outward from the pressure of the head trying to find its way out. Jared held it at that point and bent forward. The pressure and her arousal were forcing her clitoris to stand up high, protruding nearly an inch from her mound. He took it between his lips and caressed its tip with his tongue.

Betty moaned in response.

Jared let her clit pop out of his mouth and he pressed the artificial cock more deeply into her heated mound. Betty stifled her soft moans long enough to speak. "Oh god, so fucking full. I need your cock Jared. Let me see your cock. I want to feel it and suck it and smell it. I'll get it hard again for you."

Jared left the big rubber toy where it was for a moment as he turned and swung his body over the broad swinger's. He knelt above her chin, his legs pressing close along her body. Her breasts were splayed widely across her chest and their flesh spilled out softly against his thighs.

Jared's manhood throbbed lazily, neither fully erect nor completely shrunken. His heavy testicles hung low in their sack, dangling and swaying. Betty wrapped her arms around his hips and buttocks. She pulled him down to her face where she inhaled his balls, sucking his entire scrotum into her mouth.

Jared shuddered as the over-sexed woman swirled his tackle around in her mouth. The sensations were at once arousing and unsettling, setting off tremors in his gut.

With Jared's hairy balls still in her mouth, Betty lifted one leg high. Deftly, she hooked it behind his neck and forced his head down towards her waiting mound. Her mouth was occupied but the message was clear. Jared still had work to do.

The big toy had slid most of the way out of Betty's slick cunt. Its flared head kept in locked in place. Jared grabbed the big toy. He pressed it home deeply, sinking ten full inched of the enormous thing into her hungry hole.

Betty gasped. Jared took the opportunity to free his balls from her mouth. It had occurred to him that he really didn't want to do too much to stimulate the woman while his family jewels were held hostage between a set of healthy white teeth.

Now that that danger was resolved, he exchanged a quick glance with his wife. She was an attentive audience. The grin he gave her made him look like a mischievous little boy. With his eyes locked with his wife's, he yanked the big brown weapon out of Betty's tightly stretched hole.

The massive head of the fake cock burst from Betty's depths like some kind of sloppy, soggy cork. The pop of extraction was followed immediately by the wet and meaty slap of her rebounding pussy lips. Stacy, Helen and Frank all felt the spray given off by the sweeping phallus.

Betty reacted with a loud "Ahh" and dug her nails into Jared's ass cheeks. He quickly brought the big toy back to her slit and plunged it back in, popping through her pussy lips with sudden force.
Jared began jabbing the enormous fake cock into Betty repeatedly, fucking her with abandon. The sight was amazing to his wife. Her husband's actions bordered on the violent but what was really shocking was what was coming out of the older woman's mouth.

"Oh god, fuck yeah. That's what I need. Tear me open. Pound my fucking cunt. Open me up good."

As her words were taken over by grunts and moans, Betty returned to Jared's cock and swallowed it whole. It wasn't completely hard yet but it would be before long.

Both Helen and her husband could see and hear what was being done to their friend. The thin woman had soaked her mate’s stomach in the mixed juices of her cunt. She was breathing hard and sweating profusely but her body seemed tireless. As Jared pummeled Betty's ravenous pussy, Helen rose to her feet, unknowingly repeating Stacy's earlier actions. She began bouncing on her husband's shaft, landing hard each time as she forced every inch he had into her ravenous cunt.

Frank locked his fingers onto both of her nipples. Her heaving motion stretched them this way and that, deforming her small breasts in painful looking ways. Frank knew the pain would feed into his wife's pleasure.

Helen's nipples used to be pierced but after the third time one of them had been torn, they had decided that wasn't prudent given their excessively physical style of love making. Frank had felt terrible the first time it happened. His guilt had been alleviated somewhat eight months later when Helen ripped the other one out herself while abusively stimulating her own body. They had let them heal and pierced them again but after a nipple got torn open a third time, they'd written the entire concept off as a bad idea.

Helen bottomed out one last time, her hands clasped tightly to her head as she climaxed yet again. Her body quaked and her grunting cries filled the room.

With his wife still in the throes of ecstasy, her cunt roiling along his fully embedded rod, Frank surged to his feet. Frank was a big man and his wife weighed barely a hundred pounds. He was able to rock, kneel and then stand in a single motion. Once upright, he wrapped his big hands around his wife’s rib cage. He held the trembling woman tightly, wedging her sensitive clit down onto the junction of their bodies. He concentrated on his breathing, not wanting his wife's wild pussy to force his own climax.

As her body slowly emerged from peak stimulation, Helen rested her head on her husband’s broad shoulder. She sighed contentedly and kissed the nape of his neck. Smiling, she stirred her hips and caressed Frank’s hard cock with the hot sheath of her cunt.

Helen leaned back in her husband’s arms. She looked down at Jared and Betty. Jared slowly stroked the big rubber cock in and out of her soupy cunt while Betty licked his balls and stoked his rejuvenated organ with her hands. Neither was in a hurry to reach orgasm, they were just enjoying their bodies.

Stacy’s hand was on her furry mound but only to cup it in a casual, thoughtless manner. Helen looked down at the young woman from her perch atop Frank’s dick. "She’s so beautiful. Those puffy tits and that perfect skin." She sighed again. Frank groaned quietly as her pussy’s talented grip squeezed his pulsing cock. "I want to watch you fuck her. I want to see you spread her open and make her cum."

She lowered herself from her husband, his long, hard cock slapping against his stomach as it popped free from her snatch. She settled to the floor next to Stacy and examined her reclined body. She gently squeezed one of her pale breasts. She bent lower and kissed its peak. Stacy sighed. Helen’s other hand traced a line down Stacy’s soft, ivory stomach, through the matted down of her bush and tickled at the buried nub of her little clitoris.

Helen felt fresh passion tremble through the young woman’s body. As she kissed and licked the pink cap of the breast, it swelled up and throbbed hotly. The uninhibited and sensual response of the new swinger caused Helen herself to moan quietly in appreciative sympathy. It was so fun playing with new friends.

Vaguely, Stacy was aware of her husband and Betty exchanging a few words. Jared got up and went across the room for something. When he returned, he was tearing open a foil condom wrapper.

Helen was still showering attention on Stacy’s tits and playing with her cunt. Frank got between the young woman’s legs with cock in hand, ready to give the nymph a good strong fuck. Helen held up a hand. "Now honey, I want you to fuck this little doll and I want you to make her cum. But, you are not to cum yourself. I’m not done with you yet. I saw what this little slut was doing when I walked in. I want your load in my pussy and then I want this baby doll to clean every drop out of me."

Frank didn’t have anything to say to that. His wife was challenging him to perform and he would do his best to obey. But, the expression on his face was equal parts determination and concern. His wife smiled. "Don’t worry, I’ll help."

Before Frank got to business, Betty crawled over. That big toy was still in her cunt, now hanging low as she crawled. The shaft and heavy balls dangled and swayed, knocking into her thighs while the buried head made her sex bulge obscenely. "While they’re doing you honey, I want your husband to fuck me in the ass."

Stacy just stared at her while the big woman moved herself near Stacy’s head, facing away and at angle. She positioned herself on her knees and settled her head and shoulders to the carpet. Her breasts were so large and soft that they cradled the woman’s chin and spread out wide across the floor.

Jared came into view, rolling a condom down over his hard cock. He exchanged a brief glance with his wife that seemed to say "Hey, whatever."

With her ass high in the air and the rest of her body supported by her head and chest, Betty’s hands were free. She grabbed the mass of rubber hanging from her groin and slid most of it back into her body. She stroked it in and out a few times while Jared got into position behind.

As her husband spread the big woman’s ample cheeks, Stacy took a moment to study the other woman’s rectum. It was a deep brown but looked clean. Sparse black hairs surrounded it on all sides. Not exactly being an expert in asses, Stacy didn’t know what it should look like but the various folds and wrinkles of flesh that she saw suggested that it had been used many times before.

Stacy jumped in confusion. As she watched her husband nestle the flared head of his latex-sheathed cock against Betty’s rosebud, Frank did the same at the entrance to Stacy’s dripping pussy. The visual and the physical sensation were in such synchronization that for a fraction of a second Stacy thought she was feeling her husband’s cock.

She whipped her head around to look up at Frank. He smiled down at her. He had one hand on her knee and another at the base of his cock. His wife Helen held and stroked his shaft while still lavishing Stacy’s breasts with attention. She guided her husband into the young woman’s pink slit.

A sighing groan escaped Stacy’s throat and at the same time, she heard a much throatier moan coming from Betty. She whipped her head around again and watched as Jared sank his tool into Betty’s ass. Once again, the combination of sensory stimulation was momentarily confusing and extraordinarily arousing.

The men reached maximum penetration at the same time. Stacy watched as her husband’s stomach pressed into Betty’s plush posterior. As he held himself deep in her bowels, Betty pressed the enormous rubber cock as deeply into her cavern as it would go. She couldn’t quite fit the entire thing into her cunt but was able to use its massive head to stretch the deepest regions of her sex. "Oh god, so full. So fucking full." She pumped the toy in short jabs, pummeling her womb. "Fuck me Jared. Oh god, I love being filled with cock."

Jared’s hands buried themselves in pliant ass flesh. He began a steady rhythm of firm thrusts, stroking his entire shaft into Betty’s ass each time.

Stacy’s clouded mind barely registered Helen’s departure when the older woman left her side for a few moments. Frank was delivering slow, long thrusts, ensuring that she felt every inch slide in and out. When Helen returned, Stacy became aware of a buzzing sound. Helen had fetched the plastic vibrator and began teasing it around Stacy’s engorged nipples. Stacy’s eyes closed against her will, the multiple sensations becoming too much for her body. Helen sucked most of one tit into her mouth while applying the vibrator to the other.

Betty was grunting and squealing under the twin assaults of the large toy in her cunt and Jared’s eager cock in her ass. She was slowly sliding forward, unable to control her body. Her body flattened out, trapping her arms beneath it. Her legs spread out in a wide V, her hands bending at the wrists to jam and stir the big toy into her cunt. Jared was spreading her ass cheeks out tightly. Several times, he pulled his dick out of her rectum and looked down into the dark hole as it gaped at him. Then he would plunge back in, her tight sphincter popping around the head of his cock each time.

Helen pulled her mouth from Stacy’s breast. She pulled herself across the other woman’s body, once again highlighting the exciting contrast of their skin tones: bronze and porcelain. Helen moved the vibrator over to the tit she had been suckling and firmly gripped the other one as she held her body above Stacy’s. She watched Stacy’s face. She began whispering to the younger woman. "You’re a sweet little slut, aren’t you? You like my husband’s big cock, don’t you? You like having your little pussy stretched. You like having your body played with. You like to fuck, don’t you slut?"

Stacy was lost in a reverie, Helen’s words coming to her as if from a dream. She was murmuring nonsense in response. Frank’s slow fucking rhythm began to speed up.

"You’re going to cum, aren’t you?" Helen asked, still in a whisper. "You’re a slut who’s going to cum around my husband’s cock, aren’t you?"

Helen slid the vibrator down Stacy’s body. She had promised her husband she would help him get the slut off. As she pressed it home at the peak of Stacy’s sex, she growled at the young woman. "You’re going to cum NOW!"

On cue, Frank slammed himself into Stacy a final time, burying his shaft into her body and holding it there. He could feel the vibrator on his cock and strode control himself.

Stacy had no need or desire to control herself. She came. Her orgasm was less wild and paralyzing than many but it was deep, almost profound. Her hand went down to where Helen held the vibrator against her clit and pressed it home more firmly. Her legs lifted into the air and subtly trembled as a long, low moan ran through her body. The moan pulled all the air from her lungs and she found herself unable to inhale for many long seconds as her orgasm shorted out her systems.

Finally, she gasped as the climax began to lift. Frank hastily pulled himself from her pussy, unable to take any more of its tight, frantic movements.

Frank lay flat on his back, panting. His rigid cock was nearly purple with lust and throbbed hotly against his abdomen. As he attempted to reign in his lust, his wife cuddled with the post-orgasmic Stacy. The younger woman was responding, her fires still raging, more stoked by he most recent climax than quenched by it. The two horny women explored and caressed one another's bodies while raining kisses upon each other's faces.

A few feet away, Betty's body had been completely taken over by lust. Unbelievably, she had pummeled her insides to the point where she could now fit the entire fourteen inch toy into her cavernous snatch. The big balls bulging from it's based were pressed tightly to her slit and she was grinding her clit between the heel of one hand and those big rubber balls. She had fought against Jared's pounding weight to return to her knees and she was screaming incoherently as her body was deliciously abused.

Needless to say, this soon penetrated the cocoon of mutual lust the other two women had woven for themselves. Watching the big slut thrash and scream, Helen rose and drew Stacy with her. Helen's eyes were heavy with arousal and her mouth wore a smile of eager perversion. "Get off her Jared".

Jared either couldn’t hear or chose not to. With his hands using Betty's buttocks as handle bars, he was now completely withdrawing his cock on every stroke and then spearing her rear hole anew with each plunge.

Helen put a hand on his shoulder. He continued his assault on the target in front of him. Laughing, Helen yanked him back. With Jared's unsteady balance, it didn't take much. He stumbled backward and fell on his ass.

Betty yelled in protest. One hand on the buried dildo, she spun onto her back yelling "What the hell?"

She had presented herself in a perfect position. Helen swept down to the floor between her splayed legs. She deftly batted away Betty's hand and pulled the enormous rubber toy from Betty's gaping maw, tossing it to the side.

She motioned to Stacy, "Get down here."

Stacy did as she was bid, her lust-addled mind ready to participate in anything.

Betty wasn't done protesting. "God damn it you crazy slut, I was almost there."

Helen laughed. "Yeah, I noticed. That's why I made you stop. You're the crazy slut that won't let anyone touch her pussy after she cums."

Stacy was staring at Betty's pussy. It was beet red and seemed to almost droop. Her pussy lips were so inflamed and distended that they seemed to be four sizes too big. The fat outer lips hung in thick folds. A steady dribble of pussy-drool was leaking out and running down her cleft to her equally slack rectum. Stacy was one part repulsed and nine parts fascinated and aroused.

Without explanation, Helen grabbed one of Stacy's arms near the wrist and led her hand to Betty's seeping crevice. Instinctively, Stacy began gently stroking the big woman's V. Betty was far beyond such gentle petting by this point and her groan resembled one of frustration rather than lust. "Helen!" she said, impatient and horny.

Helen put one arm around Stacy's back and the other clasped one of the young woman's breasts. Those delicate peaks hung beneath here body, slightly elongated by gravity and swaying almost imperceptibly. The half-dome peaks of her areole remained inflamed.
Helen Licked Stacy's ear lobe and then whispered "Put your hand in her. Make a fist and fuck her with it."

Stacy froze for a split second. Her eyes furtively darted to the big rubber toy that had recently been buried in the older woman's obviously accommodating body. It had made a large dark spot on the carpet as Betty's juices slid off it.

The head of that monster was actually probably bigger than Stacy's fist.

Some threshold in Stacy's mind was passed and a smile spread across her lips. She looked up to find her husband who was sprawled a few feet away, his hard cock still encased in the condom. She gave him a smoldering look that threatened to make him climax right then and there. Then she turned that gaze on Betty.

No, it didn't appear that the big blond had heard what Helen said. Still impatient and desperate, Betty began to reach for her clit. Duplicating Helen, Stacy batted her hand away. But Betty didn't get a chance to complain. Without a lot of fuss and no hesitation to speak of, Stacy balled her hand into a tight fist and pressed it into Betty's hot pussy.
The slack pussy lips spread wide and stretched around Stacy's hand. The outer lips hugged her fist and welcomed the new stimulation. Her inner lips and the elastic ring of her birth canal spread as well, pulling tight momentarily as the thickest part of Stacy's hand passed through. But pass through it did and really quite easily.

Before anyone knew it, Betty's hot lips were wrapped around Stacy's wrist. Betty's groaned, this time with satisfaction, and fell flat on her back."Oh yeah, now we're talking."

Stacy was lost in the experience at least as much as Betty. The vulgar sight of her arm protruding from the woman's steaming quim was unbelievably arousing. Betty's throbbing lips seemed to suck at the first inch or two of Stacy's forearm. Deeper in the swinger's body, Stacy could feel the wet, rippling walls of her inner chamber. Those walls were in constant motion, squeezing and sliding along Stacy's embedded hand.

Helen sidled in close beside Stacy and the young woman noticed the buzzing sound that had become familiar. Helen pressed the vibrating toy against Betty's dark rosebud and slid it in smoothly. In a matter of little more than a second, the six inch plastic shaft disappeared into Betty's ass, her wrinkled sphincter closing over its base. Stacy could plainly feel both the buzzing of its little motor and the powerful reaction within Betty's cunt. The big woman groaned appreciatively.

"Play with her pussy Stacy. Open your hand and move your fingers around. Touch every part of this whore’s big juicy cunt." Helen wasn't whispering now.

Stacy's hand opened as it was bidden. Betty trembled and bit her lips.

The clinging heat of Betty's cavern was fascinating to Stacy. She pressed more deeply, exploring the contours of her internal cavity. As she did so, her other hand went to her own twitching pussy. She rubbed at it roughly, aroused to such an extent that she barely knew what she was doing.

"Can you find her cervix? It's a big, firm lump deep at the base of her canal" Helen asked breathlessly. "When you find it, don't try to push into it or anything... just pinch it in your fingers."

Stacy had already bumped into the doughnut of muscle a couple times. She found it again and caressed it. Betty squirmed and suppressed a squeal. She stuffed one of her fat nipples into her mouth and tried not to bite it too harshly.

Stacy squeezed Betty's cervix gently. The big woman jumped and let loose a cough-like groan. "Oh god. Shit."

Stacy could tell that Betty was getting off on the bizarre stimulation in a big way. The young woman had now sunk all four fingers of her other hand into her own cunt and was jabbing at it mindlessly.

Stacy half-closed her hand and rubbed her knuckles against Betty's cervix. The big blond convulsed and grunted. For a split second, the muscles of her pussy clamped down hard on the young woman hand.

"Keep working on her. Play with her cervix. Find her G-spot and dig your fingers into it. Spread you fingers wide and stretch her out. Do whatever you want to her. Ream her out good."

Stacy was digging in deeper into both her own cunt and Betty's body when Helen noticed a shadow pass over her. She looked up. Both men were staring down at her with big smiles on their faces.

Jared had pulled the soiled condom off and his pale cock was sticking straight out from his body, bobbing erratically. Frank's cock pointed up at a steeper angle and was purple and menacing.

Helen smiled back at the two horny men.

Frank grabbed his wife by her armpits and lifted her to her feet. Palming the back of her head, he bent her over in front of the other man, pressing her face against his waiting cock.

She didn't have to be told what to do. She opened her mouth and inhaled Jared's meat, grunting as the flared head of his cock entered her throat.

Jared hissed in pleasure and Helen moaned. Her husband sunk three of his long, thick fingers into her red hot snatch and frigged her roughly.

Helen used her throat and her entire mouth to massage Jared's pulsing dick. Her tongue caressed his shaft and her lips were nibbling at its base, teasing his dangling ball sack.

For about a minute Helen hummed and sucked while her husband mauled her sex. Betty's wilds cries were surrendering to her panting breath as Stacy's hand ran rampant through her internal organs.

Helen had her hands on Jared's hips and he had his around her head. He began fucking her throat, stroking in and out at a rapid pace. Few women could tolerate this kind of repeated invasion into their mouths and throats but Helen took in in stride, breathing when she had a chance and swallowing his rod whole every time it plunged into her face.

Frank's hand was dripping with his wife's juices when finally pulled it away from her pussy. Regardless of how many times she had already cum, Helen was nowhere close to cooling down. Frank on the other hand was at his limit... his next orgasm was sure to be the last of the night. He had held it off for as long as he could.

The tall man stood behind his wife. She was bent over at the waste servicing Jared. Frank was so much taller than his small bronze wife that his cock and balls could rest on top of her lean, upturned ass.

Taking his cock in hand, he bent deeply at the knees. He thrust into his wife, jamming his thick meat into her welcoming body and driving her hard into Jared. Muffled by her face full of cock, Helen groaned deeply.

Then Frank stood up straight, lifting his wife off the ground with his stiffness.
Helen squealed and nearly gagged. She was spitted on two rigid hunks of meat, dangling between the two men. She clung to Jared for dear life as her legs waved aimlessly, seeking some kind of support. The walls of her cunt held onto her husband and her flat buns were pressed hard against his abdomen.

Frank wrapped his big hands around her waist and took a little of her weight. He also used the grip to slide her a few inches up his cock and then ram himself back home.
Helen was getting deliciously fucked from two ends and was powerless to prevent it.
It was the sort of position that she loved to be in.

Stacy had found a new game. Her mind had entered a surreal realm where what she was doing didn't seem real. She was fucking another woman with her hand... it was so bizarre. Stacy had prodded, pinched and rubbed every centimeter of Betty's inner passage. The big slut's juices had made a big fat puddle on the carpet and she was squeezing and sucking and biting her own tits as she experienced the obscene ravaging of her cunt.

Stacy began truly fucking the older woman. With her hand balled in a fist, she pulled it free of the meaty, dipping orifice and then jabbed forward again, sinking her hand, wrist and several inches of forearm into the other woman's body. She was basically punching Betty's pussy and it was quickly driving the quivering woman to an explosive climax.
Helen was forced to release Jared from her mouth. Even with all her skill and experience, being jerked around through the air on her husband's big dick made it impossible for her to deal with Jared's face-fucking. Choking and gagging and gasping, she hung limply for a moment, bent over nearly in half at the waist, her husband's strong hands holding her tightly to his groin.

Breathing hard and forcefully taking control of her body, Helen criss-crossed her legs. This allowed her to press firmly against her husband's thighs. Finally having some leverage, she strained to lift her upper body. As before, the effort placed tremendous pressure on Frank's buried shaft. Helen lifted herself vertical, pressing her back to her husband. Reaching back over her head, she wrapped her hands around his neck. "Oh god honey, fuck the shit out of me. Fill me with your cum."

She hunched herself upwards a couple times, working on her husband's cock. Frank re-set his grip just under her rib cage and began sliding her body up and down on his raging cock. Each time he slammed her firmly down to the base of his cock, she would grunt loudly.

Helen and Frank's hands were all occupied just keeping the couple upright and moving. Her small, loose breasts were flopping wildly on her lean, bouncing frame and her prominent clit was pressed forward lewdly by the straining cock in her pussy. Jared stepped forward.

Seeing the couple in action before had brought a lot of memories flooding back to Jared. All the times he had seen Helen in action. All the times he had fucked her or watcher her fuck others. The wild way she would throw her body into any situation in pursuit of pleasure.

With all those images and sensations running through his mind, he seized upon her body. One hand plunged down to her sex roughly. He let her engorged clit catch itself in the V of two fingers and hooked those finger into her sex. He wiggled his digits against Frank's pounding cock and stretched her opening wider while squeezing her sensitive clitoris.

With his other hand, he palmed a small bronze breast and held on tightly as her body rose and fell, jerking her tit flesh this way and that.

Helen was screaming know, calling out to god and cursing and praising the two men as her body was driven to greater heights of physical ecstasy.

She was competing with Betty's wild cries. The big woman was cumming and Stacy was pressing her fist deeply into her cavity, stretching it out as deeply and widely as she could. Betty's gaping pussy lips held her forearm nearly half way to the elbow... and the slick of her juices had spread farther than that. From time to time, the goo would drip from Stacy's elbow.

Betty abruptly went silent and rigid, trembling. Inside her body, the younger woman's hand was being crushed be her pussy's orgasmic convulsions. Betty stared blankly at the ceiling and trembled, every nerve in her body screaming in celebration.

Frank roared. He jammed his wife down roughly into his groin and began pumping his essence into her molten vise.

Her husband's trembling passion predictably forced Helen past the crest of bliss and into her own screaming climax. Her arms were craned backwards, her hands gripping her husbands thickly veined neck as if her life depended on it. Her cries jumped and warbled to match the shuddering, grunting gasps of the man she loved.

Jared took a step back to watch the Pollards embrace ecstasy. Then his eyes were torn away by the squeals and groans of Betty.

The big woman had both hands around Stacy's forearm and was frantically trying to pull herself off the other woman's hand. Betty's massive orgasm had run it's course and her inflamed pussy had become a minefield of raw nerves and ticklish flesh. Stacy's mind was saturated with hormones and adrenaline and the whole experience. It wasn't exactly working properly and it took a while for Betty's message to get through.

Jared stared as Stacy finally allowed her hand to slide out of the other woman's over-stimulated hole. He had not expected things to get quite this wild tonight... he had feared that if it did, it would turn off his darling wife.

Jared knew Stacy to have a deeply sexual side. When she was aroused she tended to be aggressive and nearly insatiable. On the other hand, her tastes were simple... she liked getting fucked. For her, sex began and ended with a cunt full of dick. She had no objections to things like blowjobs and other sorts of "play" but they just weren't interesting to her. She wanted to fuck.

Jared's one concern in introducing his wife to swinging was that she wouldn't care for the extra stuff. Would she get anything out of being with another woman? Jared had had his doubts.

Thank god they'd proven unfounded.

Right at that second, his wife had one hand busy on her own pussy, rubbing and probing and slapping at it with mindless abandon. She was running her lips and tongue over her other hand,, actually, most of her arm, slurping down Betty's copious juices.

She looked a lot like a cat cleaning herself.

Abruptly his attention was drawn back to the Pollards when a small hand with a powerful grip clasped his upper arm. Helen was leaning forward towards him. Frank was visibly swaying, his body physically spent. He took an unsteady step forward, pressing his wife into Jared's arms. "The fucking cunt hasn't had enough yet." He croaked.

Helen wrapped her arms around Jared's neck and lifted herself off her husband's shrinking manhood. Jared took her weight and embraced her perspiring, feverish body. His hard cock was sticking straight out between her legs and her slobbering pussy came to rest on his shaft. He could feel the hoops from her piercings pressing into their flesh. She encircled his hips with her strong legs and grinned at him as she slid her slit along his hungry cock. He slid one hand up her back until it reached the back of her head and then plunged his mouth forward to meet hers. Each of their tongues competed to reach the deepest reaches of the other's mouth.

Helen reached back with her right hand to caress his cock head where it just barely protruded from between her thighs. Jared nearly lost his balance as she rubbed his engorged glands. The were slick with his lube.

Wrapping both arms around her securely, he carried Helen over to a couch. Standing at one end, he urged her to lay back against its armrest. With some reluctance, she released him and allowed him to lay her body out. He settled her hips across the arm of the couch, arching her body and presenting her dripping pussy for easy access.

Someone brushed one of his legs. His wife had crawled across the carpet to stare at the other woman's open, dripping pussy. Helen had taken multiple loads in rapid succession, cumming herself numerous times. The results were flowing from her hole and dribbling down her ass crack.

The glazed and hungry look in his wife's eyes made Jared shudder. She was getting off on this in ways he would have never imagined. With two fingers he scooped up some of the flow from between Helen's legs. He offered it to his wife.

She grabbed his wrist and stuck his fingers into her mouth. She sucked at them, sliding her tongue between them, devouring the discharge like the life-giving substance it was.

When Helen kicked him in impatience, he extracted his hand from his wife's adoration and grabbed Helen by the ankles, spreading her legs high and wide. Her cunt gaped at him, her pink inner folds swollen with use and arousal. With his cock hanging free and straight before him, he drove forward into the Pollard woman's welcoming hole.

Helen's adaptable cunt was momentarily loose as he buried his bone deep into her body but as he ground his pubic bone against hers, the muscles of her pussy grabbed hold of his cock and made her unsatiated hunger known. "Come on baby, make it last. I bet you can make me come off a couple more times. And then, when you do fill me with your spunk, I'll let your little slut wife drown in my cunt."

Jared almost whimpered. He was being asked to perform a task his body may not be up to. All that he had seen and experienced had his body primed for release.

Slowly, he withdrew his tool, feeling his prominent cock head bump along the folds and grooves of Helen's chamber. Helen sighed in contentment, letting her pussy squeeze him just enough to ensure they both could feel everything. When the head of his shaft reached the entrance of her cunt he let it hang up there, gently stretching her inner lips. Then he forged forward once again, pressing aside her sensitive flesh.

Stacy was now hovering over the pair, watching her husband fuck the small woman with shining, eager eyes. Motivated by the slower movements of the pair, she let her fingers brush along different parts of their bodies, caressing their flushed skin. Several times, her brushes sent goose bumps shimmering across their skin, making them shake and jump.

As Jared continued with long, slow thrusts, Helen gently teased her own clit. Her body was sitting at a high simmer and she was content to wallow in the heated sensations for a while. A few times she attempted to reach out to the pale young woman but Stacy was lost in her own world, moving around the two at random to touch and examine their bodies. Even the familiar contours of Jared's back and thighs and arms seemed exotic to her at that moment. As for the small bronze woman her husband was embedded in...

Stacy spent some time examining Helen's chest. Laid on her back with her hips elevated, the little slut's small breasts resembled fried eggs. They moved loosely, surmounted by dark areloae and hard, sharp peaks. Stacy had seen that Helen seemed to like having her tits abused rather harshly. On close inspection, she could see that the nipples were a bit the worse for wear. Faint traces of the holes that had been ripped through them were still visible though Stacy didn't actually know that's what they were. All she would really see was that her nipples looked like they have been through a wringer.

Well, they had actually. But not recently.

Stacy looked around for the vibrator that Helen had used on her earlier, for a moment forgetting what had been done with it. When she saw it, she remembered. It lay between Betty's legs where she had finally pushed it out of her ass. Stacy quickly put the object out of her mind.

She returned her attention to Helen's body. She bent her head low over the other woman's chest and breathed in the hot and sweet scent of a woman in heat. As she exhaled, she blew across Helen's nipples. If the brown nubbins had been capable of rising any higher or becoming any harder, they would have. As things stood, Helen just shivered with lust.

Jared continued slowly working his cock in and out of the older woman as his wife took a nipple into her mouth. Her hand caressed the lean woman's hard stomach, her skin slick with perspiration. Stacy could taste salt and other, musky flavors as she licked and kissed Helen's small mound. She took the hard rubbery nub gently between her teeth and teased it with her tongue.

Stacy's brought her hand to Helen's other tit and rolled the flesh between her fingers. Helen's chest was rumbling with inaudible moans, her eyes closed in contentment. Helen's hand found one of the pale younger woman's fuller breasts and began to return the favor, caressing and squeezing the soft, dangling flesh.

The two women began mirroring each other's mammary manipulation. As Stacy began to squeeze harder and pinch Helen's nipple, the slim woman replied in kind, her strong fingers tweaking and pulling on Stacy's delicate pearl.

Stacy started to lose focus a bit. Her free hand was once again rubbing and probing her steaming sex. She was vaguely aware that it had been too long since her last orgasm.
She was no longer sucking on Helen's near tit... her moth now hung open dumbly as the two over-heated women twiddled and pulled on each other's peaks while Jared looked on, his hips always in motion.

Stacy was staring at Helen's face as she began pinching the other woman harder and harder. Helen matched each squeeze, watching the younger woman as she did so.
Stacy's delicate nipple was beginning to throb and sting. She liked having her tits played with gently, softly. She had been known to vocally object to any sort of mistreatment. But clearly, Helen enjoyed the rough treatment. It made Stacy want to feel what the other woman was feeling.

But before long, tears came to Stacy's eyes. The pain was by no means extreme but it was in such a sensitive area that the tears seemed to well up without warning. She fought back a gasp and released Helen's tit. The tanned woman complied with the implied request and released the young woman's tender flesh. Stacy's hand went to the abused peak and rubbed it. Her other hand still rested on Helen's chest.

Jared paused momentarily in his rhythm as Helen's cunt muscles clamped down more tightly. There was something wicked and proud in the woman's eyes as she smiled thinly at his wife.

Helen took Stacy's hand in hers and brought it back to her own small breast. She cupped the pale woman's hand around her tit and squeezed. She squeezed hard. She used the other woman's hand to show her just how rough she liked it.

Stacy's hand hurt. The surgeon's powerful fingers were white as they pressed Stacy's hand into her tanned tit and squeezed hard on her nipple. So very hard. And pulled on it... yanked it really, stretching it this way and that.

Helen's other hand went to her other tit and gave it the same treatment, yanking on it hard. A fresh sheen of sweat spread swiftly across her body as pain mixed with pleasure and began driving her slumbering fires towards conflagration. Helen's hips began to buck and churn at Jared. Her demand was implicit... the time for a leisurely fuck was over.

It was almost a struggle for Jared to pull his cock slowly out of Helen's grasping snatch. Her cunt had a vicious grip and she was bearing down with every ounce of her body's strength as she violently drove herself towards orgasm. Then he slammed it back home, grunting with effort.

Helen released Stacy's hand, leaving the girl to maul her left tit unsupervised. Her other hand remained on her right nipple, locked onto the abused nubbin of flesh in a death grip. Her freed hand darted down to her groin and hooked into her sex, sliding three fingers into her snatch atop Jared's driving shaft. While bearing down tightly on his dick with her inner muscles, she pulled harshly at her pussy, stretching her opening and mashing her clit.

Stacy was hanging onto Helen's far tit as tightly as she could. She lost her grip several times as the crazy older slut thrashed about on the couch, shuddering with the impacts of Jared's thrusts and her own violent surges. Each time the small breast was yanked from her fingers, Helen yelled at her, "Don't fucking stop. Rip it off if you have to but don't let go." Stacy would scramble to capture the sack of flesh again, obeying Helen's every word without conscious thought.

Stacy's other hand was frigging her own cunt far more violently than she had ever done anything in her life... and she new it was still a gentle caress compared to what Helen was doing to her own body.

Even with her high threshold for pain and her body's deep need for stimulation, Helen couldn't keep the violent pace up for long. Fortunately, she was nearing her goal.

Jared continued to pound into her, his hands on her ankles and using her legs to yank her onto his cock at each thrust. Her legs would be pushed wide as he swiftly withdrew after each thrust, splaying her cunt lips wide and inviting (or demanding). And then, as he slammed home again those same lips would nearly swallow his tightly packed testicles. Helen's ass and Jared's balls and thighs were soaked with her fluids as was the arm of the couch. Helen was screaming, wordless screams of anguished need as she rushed towards satisfaction.

And finally she was there. She shook off Stacy's clutching hand and thrust the other woman away unthinkingly. The younger woman landed on her bottom with a shocked thud and an umph.

Helen pulled her legs from Jared's grip and wrapped them around his waist. As her orgasm began in earnest, her body jerked upright, right off the couch and into Jared's arms. She embraced him tightly with all four limbs and ground herself down on his groin. Her spasming cunt milked his hard shaft. Her wildly convulsing pussy was cumming so strongly that with each convulsion it seemed to be lifting her body an inch or two of Jared cock with all by itself.

Naturally, Jared didn't have a chance in hell of surviving the onslaught. Helen was still riding the crest of her climax when Jared's own floodgates sprung open under the enormous pressure. He had already cum several time that night but Jared's amazing stamina produced enough spunk to hose her innards down quite thoroughly.

Helen felt Jared's blasts with a mixture of ecstasy and regret. She was having a fucking amazing orgasm but she was going to want more in the very near future. Still, the strong pulses of Jared's spewing cock helped sustain and build her climax and she rode through his trembling shots at full steam.

With his dribbling cock still buried in Helen's powerful pussy-hold, Jared staggered around the corner of the couch and fell into it, sprawling out with the amazing little slut atop him, still locked onto his member. He was gasping and his mind was reeling. Helen's orgasm seemed to be going on forever. She still held him tightly with both her arms and her pussy. Her long pussy lips were practically glued to his balls, almost completely enveloping them. Around his cock, fluids seeped. And still, the woman's insatiable hole was milking his cock.

Helen's mind was abuzz. A good orgasm for Helen (and this had been a great one) always left here mind sharp, clear and ravenous for more. The world seemed brighter and sharper. The only way to truly satisfy this woman was to fuck her body into exhaustion... and her fit, well toned form had more stamina than five women half her age. She had been the center of countless gang-bangs involving five or twenty men and had left most of them with left-over energy and frustrated lust. Helen Pollard usually had to mentally prepare herself for the end of a sexual encounter, restraining her lust with her will and forcing herself to be satisfied with what she got. In some ways, this was much like what Stacy had done before she met Jared but the younger woman's considerable passions had never been nurtured and encouraged the way Helen's had. In her days of pre-med, Helen had been a promiscuous but by no means unusual young woman. Years, decades really, of backing and support from the man she married had nourished and catered to her passion until it had gown into something colossal.

Stacy by comparison had discovered a man capable of keeping up with her powerful but un-trained sexuality. This discovery had allowed her to let her carnal hungers run free... but he had still been only one man. She had been deeply, deeply satisfied with their love making but had never had an opportunity to push herself beyond mere satisfaction. She had not had the years of nearly unlimited debauchery Helen had enjoyed to develop her lust into a force of nature.

Right then, Helen wasn't in the frame of mind to settle for half measures. She was not yet ready to rein in the hunger she sometimes thought of as "the beast". She didn't want to wrestle with her own libido in an attempt to suppress it... she wanted to wrestle someone else's. Fortunately, she knew what the next stage in her quest of fulfillment would be.

"Time to feed the kitten."

Helen pressed a hand against her sex as she lifted herself off Jared's softening member. Her inflamed labia were open so wide that her entire palm nestled between them. Cupping her sex as she stood, the hard-bodied older woman crossed the few feet to where Stacy law sprawled. The pale younger woman's hand was jammed to the knuckles into her own cunt but seemed frozen there as Stacy stared at Helen. Specifically, she stared at the other woman's groin. Despite her best efforts, goo was escaping from its warm hole and Helen half-waddled over to Stacy. "You want this, right?" Helen asked.

Stacy eagerly answered, "Yes."

As Helen stepped between her legs, her free hand went to the hair at the back of Stacy's head. She forced it back and looked down into the slut's deep brown eyes. "First, tell me you're a slut. I want to hear it from your sweet little mouth."

Stacy continued to stare, her mouth handing open. Her mouth was watering but she didn't know how to respond to the other woman's demand.

"I already know you're a slut. You are a woman with a hungry cunt and you love cock. You married a man who is one of the longest-lasting studs I know. When Jared told us about you, he told us that you regularly funk him until he just can't get it up any more."

Helen tightened her grip on Stacy's hair. "But I want to hear you say it. What. Are. You?"

The night had been a revelation for Stacy. Until Helen had arrived, things had gone more or less as she had expected them to. She enjoyed being eaten by Betty. She had enjoyed Frank's big cock and the ability to fuck two men, one after the other. She had had great orgasms.

But then, she had watched as Helen went to work. Helen had fucked both men repeatedly in rapid succession, had persuaded Stacy to push her hand into another woman's vagina and had violently abused her own body for pleasure. Helen had shown Stacy something of what lay beyond her usual boundaries.

Stacy didn't know what the future would hold for her but the powerful sexuality of this small, hard woman had lit a fire in her this night.

"I'm a slut." Stacy said in a surprisingly clear and calm voice.

Helen smiled down at her. It was not a condescending smile or a sneer. It seemed almost joyful. "And what does that mean, slut?"

"It means I want to cum. I want to fuck cocks and eat their cream. I want men to want me. I want MEN. I want women. I'm a slut and what I want the most in the world is MORE." Stacy said. She didn't know where the words came from and she knew they weren't poetry but she also knew something else; they were truth.

Stacy didn't walk around horny all day every day. Hell, days could go by without sex crossing her mind. She wasn't a crazy woman. But when she got in the mood, sex became her entire world. She had always been a very focused person; someone who stuck with something until it was done. She wasn't easily distracted. So, when her mind wasn't on sex, it might as well not exist.

But when she was aroused, nothing else mattered.

Helen reacted to Stacy's words with an uncontrolled moan. Her mind was flashing through countless images of both she and this young harlot in countless situations involving countless men and women. She tried to clear her mind for a moment and return to the here and now. "You know what I'm holding here, don't you Slut?" She said, pushing her hips closer to the woman, presenting what her hand was covering.

Stacy's head was still held far back but she looked down her nose at Helen's groin and licked her lips. "A cunt full of cum."

Helen pressed Stacy's nose into the back of her hand. "This is a slut's cunt. It is designed to extract jizz from cocks. It is designed to give me and those I am with pleasure. Sometimes I think it is the most important thing in my life."

Stacy had begun to lick Helen's hand, collecting leaking juiced and moaning softly. She placed her hands on Helen's hard ass and pressed herself closer.

"Right now", Helen said, "It's full of sperm. My husband's sperm and yours husband's sperm. It is also full of my own cum. All that juice is for you Stacy. All you have to do is ask for it."

Stacy pulled back long enough to look into her eyes again. "Please feed me the cum. I want to drink your sex. I want to eat you pussy and swallow our husbands' loads. I will drink it all and then be thirsty for more."

Helen thrust Stacy's head back into her groin. She pulled her dripping hand away from her sex and let the pooled fluids flow onto the girl. "Oh god baby, I think you'll be drinking lots and lots from now on."

She first flood of thick juice covered Stacy from nose to chin, some of it funneling into her open mouth, some of it running down her neck and chest. She was forced to quickly swallow one mouthful that threatened to choke her but was able to savor the flavors as more trickled into her mouth. She was holding herself upright with one hand on Helen's ass and the other hand was spreading the leakage across her body. The fluids started out warm... hot really... but as she spread the goo across her breasts, it cooled. She felt the chill on her hardened nipples and trembled.

Stacy had never given much thought to sperm. She had tasted it. She had swallowed it. It didn't bother her but it also wasn't enticing to her. She had always been so focused on wringing every moment of pussy-stroking joy from an erection that the kind of play that brought her into contact with cum seemed like a waste. Later she would look back on her past sex life and mourn all the times she wiped cum dripping form her pussy with a tissue and thrown it away.

It still wasn't the taste. It was some kind of mental link; some kind of visceral association she had never made before. Watching another woman get fucked, watching a couple cum and then seeing the thick moisture leaking from a pussy had had a deep affect on her. Suddenly it seemed that slurping at this nectar was a way of re-experiencing the surging sensation that had created it.

As the initial flood waned, Helen eased their bodies down onto the carpet. As Stacy settled flat on her back, Helen straddled her head, sealing her cunt onto the other woman's mouth.

Helen slid a hand behind her back and caressed Stacy's soft mound. Then she pinched a slippery nipple and tweaked it... not hard but with a certain authority. "I expect you to pay for you supper." She said. She looked down into Stacy's eyes where they peered up at her past her erect clitoris. "You're going to need to learn how to eat pussy properly. You might as well start now. Make me cum little slut."

As Stacy's pink tongue began digging deeply into Helen's hole, the others watched on. Frank had slipped back into his boxers and was sitting next to Betty on a couch. He was most assuredly done for the night. Betty was still naked but had found a towel to sit on as her nether regions were a bit of a mess. Being a woman, she wasn't completely out of action the way Frank was but her fires were at a definite ebb. Her body was still technically capable of arousal and orgasm but the urge wasn't there. Not even the show the other women were putting on was able to do any more than make her a little wistful. This was her way at this point in her life... nasty as hell while her urges lasted but not the sort to go all night long.

Jared was on the other couch, his cock soft and covered with drying cum. As he watched his wife learn the art of cunt lapping, it began to dawn on him that their life was likely to change quite a bit. Stacy had taken to this more quickly and with more aggression than he had expected. He had known she liked to fuck and would probably be eager to serve her pussy up to as many cocks as wanted entry. But he expected her to stick closely to "straight" sex. Certainly her apparent fascination with the loads she had been eagerly drinking down was a shock.

The subject of his thoughts had delved as deeply into the other woman's pussy as she could, extracting all the treasure she could find. Mindful of Helen's instructions, she settled down to her task of bringing the insatiable surgeon off yet again. She momentarily toyed with the rings piercing her long pussy lips, pulling them lightly a time or two as she pressed her face deeply into the other woman's bare groin. Helen's hands clung to her head tightly as the lean women ground herself down on her newest slut friend. There were a lot of tricks that Stacy had yet to learn but her absolute lack of hesitation and obvious enthusiasm was more than adequate to the task of extracting another orgasm from Helen's voracious body.

Stacy buried three fingers in Helen's snatch. For a moment she was able to spread them wide, opening the well-used hole until it was a pink, gaping tunnel. Then Helen bore down and closed herself around Stacy's fingers tightly. The amazing sight and the feel of Helen's strong, well controlled pussy made Stacy groan in appreciation. Letting her fingers slide in and out and wriggle around in Helen's hole, Stacy latched her mouth on her clit. Stacy's own little pearl was so small... Helen's seemed enormous. It was nearly the size of the first joint of Stacy's pinkie finger. Her lips skinned back its hood and she sucked on it strongly. Helen grunted and moaned. She pushed away from Stacy slightly.

At first Stacy thought she wanted to get away. Then she realized that Helen was exerting pressure to try to stretch her clit. Stacy clamped her lips as tightly as she could, trying not to use her teeth. She sucked with all her might and Helen pulled away more strongly. For long seconds, a tug of war ensued. Of course, Helen could simply pull free any time she wanted to... but she didn't. Her straining clit was sending sock-waves of lightning through her body. There may have been pain but in Helen's mind it was all ecstasy.

Finally, the clit popped free. Helen cried out and dropped her groin back onto Stacy's face. She ground herself down on the brown-haired woman. "Oh fuck. I almost made it."
Stacy locked on again. She was beginning to suspect that Helen wouldn't care if she used her teeth but Stacy couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she just set her lips as solidly and she good and tried to suck the woman's eyes out through her clitoris. Her fingers were jammed into the woman stiffly, pressing against her G-spot.

Helen rose off her again, stretching her clit out. Her hands were on her tits, squeezing their flesh tight. She bounced her hips ever so slightly, yanking her clit in the young woman's hoovering mouth.

Stacy's fingers remained buried in Helen's snatch and she rubbed them roughly back and forth across the smaller woman's sensitive G-spot.

Finally, as Helen reached the edge of orgasm she yanked her tender pink nub from Stacy's grasping lips. The shock of release and rebound tipped her over the edge. Helen fell forward onto her hands and shot into a mild but satisfying orgasm. Stacy's quickly brought the thumb of her questing hand into play against Helen's clitoris, strumming it rapidly as the woman trembled and hissed through climax.

As her orgasm subsided, Helen took note of the long pink dildo that had already seen use that night. It was just in reach and she stretched out to grab it. Over two feet of flexible rubber wobbled about lewdly. She spun around and settled herself across Stacy's body, head to toe.

Or more precisely, head to pussy, pussy to head.

"Your turn honey." She said. Without preamble, she plunged about eight inches of pink rubber into Stacy's more-than-ready pussy.

"Ow, yes. Finally. Fuck me. Make me cum." Stacy's hands locked onto Helen's hips. The older woman's pink and tan pussy was still hovering above her head but Stacy was far too interested in what was being shoved up her cunt to worry much about another woman's.

Helen wasn't going to waste time. She still had plans for more orgasms of her own but she knew it was past time to bring the young slut off again. Helen began rapidly stroking the pink dong in and out of Stacy's welcoming snatch. She quickly worked about half the tool into the other woman before she began hitting bottom. Once there, she began vigorously fucking her, using quick strokes of three or four inches. Her other hand was digging into the soft flesh around Stacy's clit. The young woman's pearl was almost undetectable but Helen could feel it slide and bump around beneath its sheltering hood under her fingers.

The rather sudden and vigorous assault was making Stacy tremble. Her eyes were closed and she bit and licked her lips, concentrating on the sensations. A couple times she reached for one of her breasts but something in her wanted to focus entirely on the incredibly deep intrusion.

Helen's direct approach was having a predictable effect. Stacy's hips began to bounce and jerk as her passion climbed. This was so un-like making love to her husband... so deep but also kind of impersonal. It was almost a new sensation... but the crescendo she was racing towards was familiar.

In all, it took Helen about two minutes to bring the young slut off. Stacy bit her lips and groaned... a long, deep sound welling up from her core. Her legs kicked against the carpet and her hands dug into Helen's hard buttocks. It wasn't a violent or intense orgasm but it was much needed.

Stacy's body was still buzzing when Helen spun herself around once again, coming face to flushed-face. The long pink dildo was still lodged deep in Stacy's body. "You know why this dildo has two heads, right?" Helen asked.

Stacy grinned. “For when I wear one end down to a nub?”

Helen kissed Stacy, pushing her tongue between the young lady's lips and entwining it with its sister. The kiss only lasted five seconds or so but it galvanized Stacy. Whatever chance there had been that her body would be content to cool down vanished. She wanted more stimulation, more sex. She impulsively wiggled her hips, feeling the long toy stir in her depths.

When Helen broke the kiss, she grinned. Looking down between their bodies, she had to slide down away from Stacy's head a bit to grab onto the pink dildo and bend it upward toward her own groin. She pressed the free head against her slit and began feeding it into her hungry cunt.

The movements this caused inside Stacy's body were extremely stimulating. It wasn't just the bending and twisting of the toy, it was the knowledge that she was basically being coupled to another woman's sex. Stacy began massaging her breasts, reveling in her body's hunger.

Helen fed inch after inch into her pink hole. She had her legs outside Stacy's hips, spread wide. As more and more of the pink shaft disappeared between their bodies, she spread herself wider and pressed herself lower onto Stacy's hips.

Stacy jumped when Helen's hot, throbbing clit made contact with her groin. All of Helen's weight was on the pale woman, her tanned thighs spread wide and pressed into Stacy's, one hand between her breasts. Helen breathed deep and stirred her hips around, settling the last few fractions on an inch into her hot box.

Their face-to face (or clit to clit) position actually prevented them from attaining maximum penetration. At least three inches of the rubber toy showed between their pink holes. That linkage of fake flesh pressed between their splayed lips like a hose.

Helen was looking into Stacy's shining eyes. "Open up your pussy and I'll pull some of it out with mine."

Stacy's relaxed her muscles. Helen felt the change in tension and pulled her hips away from Stacy's, clamping down on the toy as she did so. Without loosing an inch herself, she drew a good eight inches out of the other woman's body. Helen laughed. She pressed herself back against Stacy and then withdrew again, fucking the young woman four or five times before pressing herself against her groin again and staying there.
"Okay, grab hold. Thus time I'll let go."

Helen felt the other woman tense up. She released her own clenched muscles and rose once again off Stacy's body. Inch after inch of rubber slithered out of her body. She halted at the toy's head and then proceeded to fuck herself on the dildo a dozen times. At the bottom of each plunge her clit struck Stacy's bush, eliciting sighs from both women.

When Helen stopped again, she ground herself again the other woman and wiggled her hips this way and that. This kind of play was arousing but wasn't going to be bringing either woman to climax any time soon. Still, this wasn't quite all about cumming. Almost, but not quite.

"Okay, slut. Let's see how good your pussy is. This time, we both grab hold." Stacy's crooked, rueful smile indicated that she could guess what Helen was getting at. "It's like making a wish with a turkey bone. Whoever gets the biggest piece wins."

Stacy set herself, really trying to keep the dildo in her pussy. Helen's steel cunt clamped down on the rubber and she began to rise.

As expected, there was no contest. Helen rose slowly but smoothly, pulling the rubber shaft from Stacy's clasping hole. Helen felt the powerful tension in the toy but her well-condition muscles let less than a quarter inch escape their hold. With over a foot of bare pink rubber stretched between their bodies, the dong popped free of Stacy's body. Helen rocked back on her feet and stood above the girl. The obscene toy hung down to her knees, moisture beginning to collect at its head. Helen let the toy sway back and forth, mocking the woman on the floor. Stacy didn't feel any real shame or disappointment... she actually kind of enjoyed having a woman try to intimidate her sexually. Still, she didn't meet Helen's gaze. Instead, she stared at the wagging fake cock with hunger.

Helen grabbed the toy and stroked it in and out of her pussy. Stacy had had more of the toy in her body since it has started out buried as far into her body as it could go. Helen withdrew the entire toy momentarily before feeding it back into her snatch. She stooped awkwardly and she pushed more and more of the shaft into her slim body. By the time she found the bottom of her pussy, only about ten inches remained outside her body. When she straightened her body, about an inch slid back out.

Helen stroked the protruding fake flesh suggestively and then knelt between Stacy legs. Pressing the toy's free head home, she slid smoothly back into her body. Leaning over her body like a man would, Helen reached out to grasp Stacy's pale tits. Squeezing gently, she began to fuck her with rapid and long strokes.

As both women began to respond, their pussies flexed and released at random. From moment to moment, it couldn't be known which snatch would keep hold of the toy and which would get a fucking thrust. This unpredictability added to the stimulation. Stacy twined her arms with Helen's and mirrored her titty-hold.

Helen's body pounded relentlessly into Stacy's and the younger woman's hips bounced and jerked against the carpet in return. Then Stacy came hard. She wrapped her arms tightly around the smaller woman, mashing their tits together as she shuddered and moaned. Sweat from both women made the embrace hot and slick. Stacy felt the hard points of Helen's nipples press into her soft flesh.

Helen buried her face in Stacy's neck and breathed in her musk. As Stacy sighed and giggled in the aftermath of her orgasm, Helen's pussy sent demanding pulses of need through her body. Lifting her head, she cast her gaze towards Jared. He saw her gaze and grinned at her. His hands were resting on his thighs, slightly tense. His cock was hard and straight, bobbing gently with each beat of his heart. "Betty and Frank hit the shower,” he said.

Stacy whipped her head around to look at her husband. Then she looked around for the others. She hadn't noticed when they left. Now that her head had begun to clear just a bit, she could hear running water and muffled conversation from somewhere else in the house.

Two feet of rubber still penetrated their bodies. Helen shifted atop Stacy, twisting and heaving in sensual contentment, rubbing herself against the soft pale flesh of a woman who had been a stranger a couple hours earlier. Unconsciously, Stacy's hips ground up against her in response.

Looking down into Stacy's eyes, Helen said, "I know it's selfish of me, but I want your husband again."

"Oh really?" Stacy asked, willing to play along with anything the horny slut wanted.
Helen looked back up at Jared as he rose to his feet, one hand giving a single caress to his turgid member. "Do you know that my pussy hasn't really be stretched out tonight?" she said. She looked back down at Stacy. "You think you feel full now little slut? You really ought to try this some time."

She caught Jared's eye with an inviting smile. Helen reach back past her ass. Reaching down, she hooked two fingers into her slick pussy, pressing them against the toy and then pulling herself open wide. Tossing her head towards her rear. "You know what I want."

Jared exchanged a quick look with his wife before moving behind the woman and kneeling between their legs. He looked down at the pink rubber cock joining the two women. Helen's fingers were pulling her pussy open wide, creating a gap above the toy.
Jared pressed the head of his cock against the pink toy, pressing it down against the front of Helen's cunt. The gap pulled open wider. Helen's elastic pussy was eager for more.

Jared slid forward. The big purple plum of his cockhead pressed into the opening. He pushed against her fingers and her pussy spread wide around his helmet. Helen moaned slightly as the thickest part of his tool penetrated the entrance of her pussy with smooth pressure. With the dildo already in place, her pussy had to stretch quite a bit to take Jared... but it was a stretch she had made before. The two shafts, one flesh and one rubber, were no real challenge for her experienced sleeve... but it was certainly enough to make her feel nice and full.

As Jared's balls came to rest on the warmed rubber of the dildo, Helen's body pressed down heavily on Stacy. The younger woman's eyes got big as she groped with one hand around Helen's body and found the base of her husband's cock. Her fingers traced the shape of Helen's stretched cunt and the shafts filling it.

"Oh god, that's good." Helen said. One of her hands had locked itself on her clit. "Fuck me Jared. Rip me open and pound me good." She began jerking on her clitoris.

With his hands hooked into her hips, Jared did as instructed. The rubber dick was soaked in Helen's lube and Jared's cock slid effortlessly along its surface as he sawed into her body. His stomach repeatedly slapped her hard ass and the wet confines of her eager hole made slurping noises.

Helen elevated her hips a bit, rising a few inches from Stacy's. The younger woman could feel the impacts and subtle twists transmitted through the shaft connecting their bodies. With a little room to move, she began hunching and twisting her own pelvis, fucking up into the older woman.

"Oh fuck, unbelievable. You two are driving me crazy." Helen was almost whimpering with pleasure. The two pistons thrashing her cunt were moving with such chaos that she didn't know from one moment to the next what was happening. On top of that, her fingers continued to twist and pull on her white-hot clitoris.  Her pussy was becoming over-stimulated... a very happy kind of problem.

"Oh god, I'm cumming. Keep fucking me." Helen panted heavily and cried out wordlessly. She shuddered and thrashed. She managed to squeeze out a couple words through gritted teeth. "Don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Helen pitched forward, both hands pressed against her groin, digging into her packed cunt and rubbing her clit. Her head was pressed into Stacy's chest, it's crown against her chin. Helen's legs had been spread wide by the assault and had risen off the floor again, her thighs supported by Stacy's. The young woman had Helen's entire body weight pressing down onto her as well as the pounding impacts from her husband's relentless assault. She didn't notice. Her lust-charged body was beyond such concerns. She had just cum a few minutes before but Helen's amazing performance and the sight of her husband’s rapturous face as he fucked the other woman... not to mention the flailing dildo jabbing her cunt... had her on the cusp of another climax.

Helen wobbled side to side, unable to maintain her balance as she thundered through her release. Jared had to pause in his assault from time to time to keep her upright. Each time she did, Helen called out in protest. "Fuck me, god damn it. Beat my cunt to a pulp. I want to cum and cum and cum."

Helen pushed herself back up onto her hands as the strongest part of her orgasm passed. She began fucking her hips back and forth, ricocheting between the bodies of the Lancasters. She was ridding the ebb of her orgasm as hard as she could, eager to sustain it and build up to the next. Her pussy was in overdrive and she knew that she was now capable of rapid-fire multiple orgasms. Snarling, she locked her hands onto Stacy's tits, gripping them tightly. She still had her entire body weight balanced on the woman and if she was aware of it she obviously didn't care. Besides, Stacy's own surging lust was driving her body up towards Helen with surging power, lifting the other woman time and again into the plunging thrusts of her husband.

Jared pulled his cock out of Helen's greedy hole for a moment. The pink dildo seemed to be slithering around in her cunt like a living thing. He stuck two fingers from each hand into her hole on either side of the toy. He pulled them apart, stretching her hole wide.

He wasn't gentle. Helen snarled, "Yes! More!" Jared stared at her gaping hole as it spread wider and wider. It looked big enough to take four or five cocks. With his fingers still stretching her wide, he pressed his cock against the dildo and followed in back into her cavern. The tension pressed his cock tightly against the dildo but to the side where his fingers stretched her, she gaped open. Helen screamed and her pussy collapsed convulsively around it's many intruders.

Jared's fingers were pressed against the penetrating shafts and the entire length of the two cocks were gripped powerfully. The pressure was so great that it felt to Jared like his cock was coiling around the dildo. He pulled his fingers free and resumed fucking her amazing pussy.

Helen's hands were still in a death grip on Stacy's tits. Stacy was in pain, tears welling in her eyes but the pain seemed insignificant compared to the buzzing lust burning in her body. Helen shouted her way into another orgasm and Stacy followed her into the maelstrom.

As Helen screamed through another orgasm, her knees lowered to the floor, finally taking her weight off Stacy. The lean woman's wildly careening body smashed into Jared and Stacy's bodies as she came wildly.

As the long dildo dug into her innards and Stacy's pussy convulsed around it, her hands went to Helen's arms. She tore the other woman's hands from her aching tits, snarling with lust and adrenaline. Once freed herself, she locker her hands onto Helen's toughened breasts, pressing them into the woman's ribcage. Stacy's hips still churning with orgasmic energy, she shoved the other woman's body up towards her husband's.

Jared welded his hips to Helen's and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her body back. Her knees rose from the floor and she hung in Jared's grasp.

The pain still throbbing in her tits and the powerful orgasm still running through her body, Stacy went a bit wild. She pushed herself out from under the other bodies, allowing the pink dildo to pop out of her gaping cunt. It hung from Helen now and lay across the carpet. Staggering to her feet, Stacy snarled. She pressed a hand against Helen's sternum and shoved. The coupled pair went over backwards, Jared landing heavily on his back and Helen riding his body over, coming to rest with her legs in the air and her ass pressing into Jared's stomach. The dildo flipped and twisted and came to rest dangling between their legs.

"So you're some kind of Queen Slut, is that it?" Stacy asked. "A fucking bitch that can take anything, right?"

She dropped to her knees and grabbed the dildo. For a split second she stared at the obscene display of stuffed cunt. Jared's cock was largely hidden behind the drooping toy but the wide stretch of Helen's cunt lips were on display.

Stacy jammed the dildo into Helen savagely. The older woman shrieked but pushed her body back against the invader. "Again, harder!" she cried.

Stacy's face was curdled with lust and playful anger. Her tits still hurt and she was mad, but it was an anger one might feel in a playful way after loosing a game... anger without heat but still with force. She yanked a foot of the toy from Helen's body... this still left the head locked in her snatch. Again, Stacy jabbed the toy forward. All twelve plus inches disappeared.  Stacy's hand was nestled between Helen's widely splayed labia. She twisted and turned the dildo, grinding her knuckles against Helen's sex.

Stacy pulled the toy from Helen's ravaged cunt slowly, watching each inch emerge. There was no pop or sense of resistance when it's head reached the pussy's entrance... it just slid out without. Stacy stared at the hole left behind. For several long moments she could see deeply into Helen's cavity. Jared's cock lay in it like a trench. Though it was still buried as deeply into the woman as it could go, Stacy could see most of the shaft lying in the wide-open pussy.

In a blink, the cavern closed and Helen's pussy sucked powerfully on Jared's member. He moaned and Helen laughed. "I am the Queen Slut. What are you going to do about it?"

Stacy's attention turned to the toy. It had churned Helen's pussy up enough to form a foam of her fluids in places. Bits of the foam slid  down the shaft.

Stretching the toy out before her, Stacy measured it with her eyes. Her right hand grabbed it about eight inches from one end leaving fifteen or sixteen on the other. She bent forward again and with her left hand, pulled Helen's hole open. It took her a second to get the long wobbly toy into place with just one hand but when the head found the groove of Helen's sex and rested atop Jared's prick, Stacy shoved it forward. She rammed the toy home and felt it hit solidly against whatever part of Helen's body it was that couldn't stretch enough or get out of the way. Stacy jammed the dildo against the limits of Helen's deep pussy several times. Then she held it in deeply and twisted and shook the tool.

Stacy looked down to where her hand was. Perhaps an inch and a half separated her knuckles from Helen's body. The bitch had taken nearly fifteen inches of rubber cock.
Helen was grunting with each impact and groaned as Stacy stirred the toy around. "If you keep that up, you'll make me cum again." she said between moans.

Stacy kept it up.

Jared lay beneath Helen, his hands clasped across her stomach. Between feeling the convulsions of Helen's vagina around his cock, the dildo rubbing against it and the heaving of her body against his, Jared almost felt like he was the one being fucked by his wife.

Filled with cock and dildo, getting cruelly drilled by Stacy, Helen shouted, "That's it. You did it, I'm cumming again. Don't stop. FUCK don't stop" She grabbed her thighs and pulled her spread knees to her chest. Rocking back and forth on her back, she fucked herself on Jared cock while Stacy continued to abuse her cunt. "Ghhaaa!" she screamed.

Helen rolled herself off Jared's cock and stumbled to her feet, pulling the long pink toy out of Stacy's hand. It dangled from her dripping pussy, swinging near her knees. Her body still buzzing with a sexual high, she stammered, "Fuck him." Swallowing and taking a deep breath, Helen put a note of command in her voice. "I want to watch you fuck your husband, little slut." Helen's hand was on her clit and her eyes were bright and hard as Stacy scrambled to do as she was told.

Crawling across her husband's body, she took his pussy-soaked cock in one hand and deftly slit it into her hungry cunt. As her pussy gobbled him up, she pressed her tits into his chest. They were still sore and she was certain they would begin to show bruises soon but her hormone-laden brain couldn't spare any thought for a few aches. With her husband's penis nestled where it belonged, an unexpected feeling of tender love washed over her. Even after everything that had happened that night, Stacy was faintly surprised and vary pleased to realize that her deep love for her husband was still the most powerful emotion she possessed. She bent to kiss him... it was tender and soft and she sighed softly with contentment. Jared hugged her gently, feeling equally content in their love.

"None of that." Helen said, bending to take Stacy by her hair. "It's sweet and all but I said I want you to FUCK him." She pulled her upright. Stacy looked up at the older woman. Her short hair was standing in clumps and a sheen of sweat covered her body. Her even tan was marred by a few pink marks, either from abrasion or rough handling. The rubber dildo dangling from her groin dripped with moisture. She looked like a mad-woman.

"Still think you're Queen Slut, huh?" Stacy asked, curious to see what the other woman would do. The night had gone so far already that Stacy felt that she had nothing to loose and possibly a great deal to gain.

With an evil, mocking grin, Helen stepped one foot over Jared's body and faced Stacy. The younger woman was now kneeling comfortably astride her husband, her buttocks resting on his thighs. Helen wrapped both hands around Stacy's neck and attempted to lift her body.

Squawking in surprise, Stacy involuntarily rose on her knees. The smaller woman couldn't really lift her but she could make her very uncomfortable. Shifting her grip slightly, Helen's strong hands sunk into Stacy's shoulders and she pressed her down with all her weight. Stacy sunk back down onto her husband. Hands still at her shoulder, Helen lifted again. Stacy could have shrugged the smaller woman off but was still more than willing to play along. She rose again and then let Helen shove her down again.
"I said FUCK HIM." Helen screamed, jerking Stacy's body up and down. After a few such bounces, Stacy shook her off.

"Okay, fine." Stacy said. She shifted forward and got her feet under her. Looking at her husband she informed him in a playfully formal voice, "I'm going to fuck you now."
Jared smiled. "Please proceed."

Stacy began bouncing on his dick like a pogo stick. This was actually a favorite pastime of the Lancasters. Riding cock was Stacy's favorite position and the fact that her loving husband could provide enough of it to really satisfy her was what their relationship had originally been based on.

Helen watched the couple hungrily, letting the visual keep her fires stoked. Simply having her pussy filled and pummeled only remained arousing for so long. Variety and stimulation for her mind were what could keep her going for ten hours straight when she had the opportunity to really cut loose. As she stood watching the couple she wasn't so much resting as masturbating her mind.

Frank and Betty had returned, both wearing robes. They murmured inaudibly to one another as the sat down to watch the trio. Betty had cleaned the plastic vibrator that had been buried in her ass and idly twiddled it with her fingers.

Stacy was making a show of her ride, plopping down heavily onto her husband with each bounce, her round ass cheeks slapping loudly. With each impact, she would squeak as if she had been pinched. She was wearing a broad smile. Jared's face was more serious... he was trying to keep the boiling in his balls under control. He wasn't actually very close to cumming yet but he had to stay on top of it if he wanted to last... and he didn't think Helen was through with them yet.

The older woman had begun stroking the long toy in and out of her cunt and was lightly playing with her clit. As the heat in her pussy rose, she needed something more. She turned her ass to Stacy and bent over in front of her, straddling Jared's head. Bending over at the waist and flexing her knees, she hunched over. Taking the toy in both hands, she bent it. The rubber was flexible enough to allow her to loop it back on itself.

"Now watch this. I'll show you who's Queen." Helen began to wedge the free head of the toy into her clamoring pussy alongside the shaft that was already there. The eyes of both Lancaster were locked onto Helen's pussy as it opened up to accept the new addition. With a sudden shift, the toy's second head disappeared into the small woman. Panting and moaning, Helen fed more of the toy into her cunt, bending it over tightly on itself.
She lowered herself to her knees. Jared's chin was inches away from her mound. The loop of the toy was sticking down and Helen pressed it against his chest. Stacy had come to a stop and sunk back down to her knees. She milked her husband's cock with her steaming pussy and she could feel it pulse... but most of her attention was focused on Helen.

The rubber wasn't flexible enough to simply fold on itself. At the bend, it bulged widely enough for Helen to fit all her fingers through the opening. For the first eight inches which were now inside Helen, the shafts pressed together and filled her much the way Jared and the toy had earlier. From that point, they began to separate. Helen balanced herself atop the toy and pressed it down against Jared. With one hand she twisted and prodded the toy. She forced more and more of it into herself.

For a long couple minutes, the room was mostly silent. More and more of the bulging bend in the toy was forced into Helen's snatch. Stacy bent low to watch. The other woman's pussy was being stretched tightly now. Sweat was pouring off the other woman as her body struggled with the sensations and exertion.

Amazingly, Helen lowered herself far enough for her dangling pussy lips to brush Jared's chest. The gap between the two sides of the toy disappeared into Helen's body. The entrance of her cunt was stretched around the widest part of the device now. Half an inch more and it would likely disappear, basically pressing itself into her body. Helen's hand felt the toy carefully and determined that she could go no further. If she allowed it to slip into her body, it would be a long struggle to work it out again.

Frank chuckled. "Normally, we tie a string around it."

Stacy looked over at him. "What?"

Frank explained. "We loop a piece of string around it so we can pull it back out after it disappears into her body." Stacy looked back at Helen's pussy in shock. The older swinger gingerly got to her feet and turned to face her. She stepped close and brought her obscenely bloated pussy to within an inch of Stacy's face.

"Actually," Frank continued, "A few of times we've sunk that toy all the way into her cunt and then, I fucked her. To tell you the truth, it was a bit hard on my cock but it fucking drove her off the wall. Twice, she passed out." Stacy was speechless. "It's always nice when we find something that can still make her cum that hard."

Stacy ran a hand along the toy where Helen's lips clung tightly to it. The dildo was a bit under two inches wide. The bend looked to be stretching Helen's cunt five or six inches vertically. Stacy realized that that was quite a bit bigger than her own hand.

With the bulging rubber still inches from Stacy's face, Helen toyed with her clit. "I'm the Queen." she said softly. She stiffened for a split second, her arousal overwhelming her control for a moment. As she slowly breathed out, her other hand cupped Stacy's chin. The pale woman's mouth was open, her pink lips protruding and trembling. Helen hooked her thumb in the other woman's mouth. For a couple seconds, she caressed Stacy's mouth. Stacy briefly sucked on her thumb but then Helen's grip grew strong.

Holding Stacy's jaw tightly, Helen repeated herself in a harsher voice, "I am the Queen." Her fingers pressed into the soft, tender spot beneath Stacy's chin. The pressure urged Stacy to rise. "I told you to fuck your husband." She said. Moving her hand to the top of Stacy's head, she pushed her downward roughly.

Stacy began bobbing up on down on her husband's stiff dick, eyes locked on Helen's cunt. She reached out to touch the dildo and ran her fingers along Helen's tightly stretched pussy lips. The rings piercing her outer lips were pulled close to her body by the tension.

Still moving rhythmically atop Jared, Stacy licked her lips with anticipation. "If you're the Queen Slut, why aren't you getting fucked?" She asked.

"My pussy is full and I have a lovely young slut performing for my pleasure." Helen caressed her own body, moaning in contentment. "What more do I need?"

Stacy didn't answer. Instead, she pressed her fingers against Helen's sex. The older woman almost grabbed her hand to stop her... she really didn't want to lose the toy in her body. But Stacy was quick. Her finger hooked behind the bend in the dildo and slowly began to pull it from the tight grip Helen's cunt had on it. "I would think that the Queen Slut always needs more."

Helen trembled and steadied herself on Stacy's bobbing head. The young slut pulled several inches of rubber from Helen's body and wedged her hand between the two sides of the shaft, taking a firm grip. With the heel of her hand against the curving base, she pressed it back home.

Helen grunted, stifling a shout. She held on to Stacy with both hands, struggling to stay upright. Stacy's hand had forced the bend in the rubber to spread wider. Her knuckles were pressed against Helen's slick pussy lip hard enough to feel it grind against bone.

Stacy was now rhythmically churning her hips back and forth along Jared's body, still fucking him but no longer bouncing up and down. Helen clung to her steady shoulders and the young woman withdrew several inches of the dildo and then shoved it back into Helen, banging her knuckles against her dripping groin.

Helen moaned, long and low. Although the presence of Stacy's hand prevented as much of the toy from sinking into her cunt, it was also making the toy wider. Helen's tortured pussy lips were turning white from the strain and the old slut was trembling uncontrollably.

Helen had done (or allowed others to do) some pretty extreme things to her pussy. Over the past two decades it had been stretched, stretched and then stretched again. Helen had a pretty good idea of the limit of what her well-trained hole could take... and Stacy was brushing up against that now.

Seeing the arousal and pain in Helen eyes, Stacy knew that she was pushing the slut to her limit. She also saw that that was exactly where Helen wanted to be. Her churning hips still moving but almost forgotten now, Stacy brought her free hand to Helen's clitoris and rubbed it vigorously against the hard rubber. Yanking and plunging the toy once more, she drove Helen beyond all control.

Unable to stifle her scream, Helen cried out. Helen's shout was wordless and bestial. She staggered against Stacy to the point that you younger woman had to hold her upright. Letting Helen down as gently as possible as the tanned slut alternately went limp and then rigid, Stacy was forced to pull her body away from her husband's throbbing dick.

Helen landed on her back and Stacy ended up on her knees, bent over her. Helen's nascent orgasm was slow to start, her painfully stretched pussy sending mixed signals. Seeing that the other woman seemed to be stuck on the cusp, Stacy helped her past the point of no return by swiftly fucking the doubled-over toy into her cunt half a dozen times while her fingers were locked around her hot pink clit.

It was literally too much for the smaller woman. As her body finally surrendered and lightning shot through her body, Helen knocked Stacy away from her pussy. Shaking and groaning, her eyes glazed, Helen grabbed the toy and began to slowly draw it from her body. As the tension reduced, her pussy transmitted its relief with additional jolts of orgasmic bliss. Hissing and moaning, Helen released the pink dildo. Instinctively, she cupped a hand over her abused sex, pressing against it gently as her climax waned.

At a loss for a moment, Stacy watched the other woman while stroking her own yawning sex. She was beginning to realize that she might have hurt her host. But on the other hand, Helen had not voiced a single word of protest.

Croaking, Helen finally spoke, "Fuck, you little bitch. God damn. I can't remember the last time I was stretched that much." Setting her lips in thin determination. Helen hesitantly rose to hands and knees. She was still very shaky but didn't want to give Stacy the satisfaction of seeing her collapse.

Stacy watched as the other woman crawled toward her. She couldn't read Helen's eyes. Stacy was sitting with her legs crossed when Helen reached her and sort of crawled up her body. "Do you want to see what you did?" Helen asked.

Stacy's response was an uncertain "Ummm".

Helen pressed the girl onto her back, crawling along her body. "Take a look at what you did." Helen brought her abused pussy above Stacy's head. Setting on her knees and stooping over, Helen used both hand to open her sex above Stacy's face. "Look. Look at the Queens royal hole."

Helen had all four fingers from each hand sunk into her pussy... not just between her lips but pressed deeply into her hole. She spread them apart wide, opening herself before the young woman.

Helen's pink hole gaped enormously. Between Helen's hands, a good two inches of pink-tinged blackness disappeared into her body.

Sliding most of her fingers out of her hole but still hooking it with their tips, Helen sank down onto Stacy's fact. Helen's widely splayed cunt engulfed the other woman, covering her from nose to chin. With Stacy's face nestled in her hole, Helen pulled her hands out and then used them to press her pussy lips down around Stacy's cheeks.

Helen's prominent clit lay across Stacy's nose while the girl's chin rubbed against the base of her cunt. Stacy's mouth was aligned with her hole and she could sense the openness of Helen's cavern.

Pressing her weight down on Stacy and wiggling her hips, it looked like she was trying to fit the woman's head in her cunt. When she felt that she had wedged as much of the other woman's face into her crease as she could, she tightened her pussy muscles.
The walls closed in on Stacy. The openness Stacy sensed collapsed and Helen's hole nipped at Stacy's lips, almost grabbing hold of them.

Helen pulled herself away from Stacy, leaving the girl wide-eyed and gasping. Pulling her pussy lips apart again, she showed Stacy her tightly closed pussy. Then, before her eyes, it yawned open again forming a hole bigger around than Jared's cock. "Who is the Queen?" She asked.

"You are the Queen, mam".

Satisfied, Helen called to Betty, "Toss me the vibe."

Helen turned around and caught the plastic toy. Twisting its base, she turned in on. Without preamble, she pressed it to Stacy's mound. Running it up and down the girl's slit, she then pressed it into her body. The slim six inch toy disappeared and Stacy's lips closed over it. Then Helen beckoned to Jared. "Get over here and fuck your wife".
Jared approached, his cock still hard as steel. He looked questioningly at Helen. "Go ahead, fuck her. Put that dick of yours in you wife and make her cum."

Licking his lips, Jared pointed his cock at his wife's slightly open pussy. He gently pressed its head to her slit and then into her hole. He felt the base of the buzzing machine. Shifting and angling his body, he slowly worked the head of his cock deeper, first pushing the toy ahead of it and then after sinking in a couple inches, he was able to slide beside it.

The toy was now deep in Stacy's body. She had felt it's tip come to rest against her cervix about the time Jared was able to slide along-side it. Stacy was tense and excited but had to concentrate to keep from clenching her cunt. If she did that then Jared wasn't going to get anywhere.

The vibrator pressed against the walls of Stacy's pussy and sent shivers through her body. Jared sunk in deeper, the prominent head of his clock sliding along and spreading Stacy's inner passage.

For a moment, Stacy lost control and clenched at the invaders. Both Lancasters grunted in response. The vibrations became more intense in the tight grasp of Stacy's cunt which caused her to squeeze harder still. It took several long seconds and as many careful breathes for Stacy to ease off and regain some control.

Jared's cock completed its journey and his tightly packed scrotum came to rest against his wife's ass.

Jared held himself deep in his wife's body. The hard plastic of the vibrator pressed against his shaft and he could feel the sharp edge at its base. Knowing that it would be a bad idea to start pounding away at his wife, he slowly drew back his hips an inch or two and then pressed forward again.

Stacy's cunt was hot and eager but she didn't think a vigorous screw was a good idea under the circumstances either. As her husband was easing his cock back and forth, Stacy stirred her hips subtly and milked his cock with her cunt muscles. With each change of pressure in her womb, the vibrator's tone would rise and fall. She lay a hand across her stomach, the tips of her fingers laced into her soft bush. She could feel the little toy buzz and throb.

Helen knelt beside her. Her eyes were calm and she wore a gentle smile. She pecked Stacy on the nose and rested a hand on her chest. Her smile faded when her eyes passed over the pale woman's breasts. The perfect white slopes were a mottled pink now with a few hints of darker purple where slight bruising was beginning to show. Helen pursed her lips with regret. "I hurt you, didn't I?"

Stacy didn't deny it. She shrugged. "I'll live". She ground herself against her husband as he paused.

Helen lay on her side next to Stacy, one arm across the girl’s body and the other supporting her head. She pressed herself close, molding her hard little body against Stacy's softer curves. Helen sighed. "It wasn't supposed to be like that. I'm thinking I should apologize or something."

Jared moved slowly in his wife, listening to the older woman. He had been surprised how far things had gone himself...

Stacy lay quietly for a little bit before speaking. "What was it supposed to be like?"

Helen was very gently circling one of Stacy's nipples with a fingertip. Though redder than usual, it stood tall and eager. "Well, we were supposed to be gentle with you. Just a little swapping, you know." Helen's hand moved to the other peak. "Not shove you hand in another woman's pussy or try to rip your tits off or try to intimidate you."

Stacy smiled and her voice was teasing but throaty, "Well, it really wasn't that bad."

Helen bent closer to kiss her on the cheek. "Well, I'm glad we didn't scare you away."

A look crossed Stacy's face that got Helen's attention quickly. "Did we?"

Jared had come to a stop again as Stacy shook her head sharply, "No, you didn't scare me away. Uh..." She seemed at a loss for words. "I guess there are still some things I'm processing. I'm not sure how I feel about some of this."

Helen was quiet for a while. Her hand kept moving along Stacy's body and Jared caressed her hips and legs. Helen cleared her throat, "Well, just so everything's clear, there is a lot of variety among swingers and swappers." Stacy rose an eyebrow, waiting to hear Helen's pitch. "What happened here tonight was fairly intense as things go. You can have everything from quiet screws with a new guy in your own bed to S&M orgies that make tonight look like kindergarten recess."

Stacy chuckled at the comparison. There was something knowing yet somehow uncertain in her eyes. "I'm not scared about what I might encounter... I'm worried about what I might become."

Helen was interested now... and so was Jared. Frank and Betty were listening as well. "How so?" Helen asked.

Stacy looked around in a moment of nervousness. "I felt something tonight. I know I could get into this kind of thing. I mean really, really into it." She ran a hand through her hair. Jared noted that the peaks of Stacy's breasts had subsided and her pussy had gone still.

"And?" Helen asked.

"I just don't know if it's a good idea for me to go down that road." She looked at her husband, her eyes glistening. "I love Jared. I love my life the way it is. We have great sex... and we also like watching TV together and trading books to readand bitching about work together... I don't want that to change." She looked back at Helen. "This is fun but I don't want it to be my life."

Helen sat up, her face sober. "You think this is my life?"

Stacy shrugged. "You tell me. I know you’re a surgeon so of course it isn't really your entire life or anything but... well, how did you get this point?"

Helen didn't answer for a long time. Stacy was certain she had offended the other woman. In fact, she had a bit. But Helen stayed calm and looked at it from the young woman's point of view. Finally she answered, "Okay, I can see what you are saying I guess. You want your life and your marriage to have a lot of dimensions, not just one or two big ones."

Stacy was relieved that at least the other woman seemed to understand what she was saying. "Yeah, I guess that's it. And like I said, I think I probably could get drawn in too deeply. Maybe I don't trust myself or something."

Helen slid her finger along the soft crease at Stacy's navel. "I am an... intense person. Its what got me through medical school and residency and up the ladder in my field. And I do know that my sex life has always been my big, intense way of coping with the stress. So maybe I am a bit two-dimensional and maybe that's not for everyone. But does that really have anything to do with swinging? Is it a reason for *you* not to do it?"

Stacy stared at the other woman. "Wow. I don't think many people can look at their own lives that way."

"I've actually had these thoughts before. Look honey, you don't know a tenth of the stuff I've put myself through, the things I've let people do to me. I've absolutely had to question whether this behavior was good for me or even sane." Stacy's eyes had grown a bit wide. Helen went on, "But when I've asked myself that, I've answered that I always maintain control over the situation and that in the end... at the end of the night I go to sleep and I don't have a thousand concerns and fears running through my head."

"So, I get pleasure from this and it takes my mind off work. But you didn't answer my question. *I* am like this and that sort of thing probably isn't for you. But there's a lot more to swinging than this. You could find your own place... why do you hesitate?"

Stacy thought before answering. "Because I think my place probably would end up being pretty... intense. That's what I tried to say earlier. It feels like a slippery slope to me. Doing whatever feels good sounds nice at first glance and saying "it's not hurting anyone" is good too but what if it affects other parts of my life? You said you're always in control. I accept that that is true for you... but I can't be sure *I* will maintain control."

Helen shook her head in uncertainty. "I'm still not sure I see what you're worried about." Having been silent through all of this, Betty spoke up, "I know what's she's getting at." Everyone looked at her. "Helen, you remember when I decided to be abstinent for about six months, right."

Helen nodded, "Of course. And I think you did the right thing. It was obvious you weren't happy. Actually, before then I don't think I had ever known you to be happy."

Betty left the couch and crawled to sit by the other women. "Stacy, I don't talk much about this but I hated myself. And I think I deserved it. Since I was, like, fourteen or so I'd been letting guys use my body as a way of being popular. People paid attention to me because I was a slut. Eventually it got to the point where that's all I thought I was... and I hated myself for it. Like I said, what I was then probably deserved my hate."

Helen looked back and forth between the two other women. "I don't really think that's what Stacy is worried about." She looked questioningly at Stacy, "Is it?"

"Well, it's close. Betty says she felt like her worth was tied up in sex and she didn't like that. I don't want all my pleasure and fun tied up in sex. And what I felt here tonight kind of tells me that I could become... obsessed."

Helen lay down against Stacy again. As if flipping a switch, as Helen began to caress her breasts again, Stacy abruptly become aware of the vibrator still humming within her. Her sheath flexed and Jared's cock pulsed in return. Helen said, "Stacy, I don't think you have anything to worry about. From what I can tell, you have a good head on your shoulders. You'll find your way and reach a happy balance. I'm sure of it."

Stacy had no response... but a flush was returning to her face and her nipples stood taller. "In the mean time, I think I can convince you to give it another try." Helen whispered just prior to taking a nipple between her lips and sucking delicately.

Helen's hand slid through Stacy's bush, rubbing her mound in slow circles. Betty took a large portion of Stacy's other breast into her mouth, sucking the flesh between slobbering lips.

Stacy's back arched at the sudden sensations. Jared stroked into her gently a few times but was then stopped by Helen's upturned hand. Leaving Stacy's snowy peaks for a moment, she pushed Jared back, indicating that he should withdraw from his wife. When he was clear, she sent her hand down to Stacy's sex and found the vibrator. It had begun to emerge as soon as Jared pulled out. Helen slid the toy from her box and nodded to Jared who slid his hard member back in.

As Jared slid into place, Helen offered the damp vibrator to his mouth. She gave him a moment to lick some of his wife's fluids from the buzzing plastic before bringing it down to Stacy's mound. As she began to massage the girl with it, her lips returned to Stacy's upturned breast. Stacy groaned and wrapped her legs around Jared as he began fucking into her with long strokes, pausing often to grind himself against her groin.

With two women loving her breasts with their hot mouths, a vibrator playing tag with her clit and her loving husband fucking her steadily, Stacy's mind reeled. It was the greatest amount of simultaneous sexual stimulation she had ever experienced. In no time she was panting and squirming. Her body rushed past the usual build-up to climax... before she knew it, her pussy was convulsing around her husbands dick and her tits were throbbing in harmony with her buzzing clit.

Stacy held Jared tightly with her legs, locking their groins together and grinding herself on him. Helen pressed the vibrator firmly into the flesh above Stacy's still-hidden clit, goading the young woman's body into greater orgasmic ecstasy.

"Oh god oh god oh god." Stacy babbled. She placed a hand on the back of each woman's head, pressing them into her chest. She could hear the slurp of wetness from where her flowing cunt met her husband's body in constant twists and jumps.

"Don't stop. Oh please don't stop. Give me more."

These were words that Jared had heard a hundred times. He could feel that his wife's pussy was still being wracked with the spasms of orgasm. As was often the case, her body immediately demanded more stimulation. She could cum again and again and again and with each orgasm her need grew.

Stacy began pumping against Jared using her legs to set his pace... a faster and harder pace. Puffing and breathing hard, Jared tried to keep up.

Helen had pulled herself away from Stacy's breast. It was soaked with her saliva and seemed to be glowing with pink arousal. Helen also noticed that the bruising was showing a little more now though she thought it wouldn't end up being too bad.
But what caught her attention was Stacy's face. Her lips were set thinly and her eyes were wide and bright and vacant. The only thing in her mind was the pleasure her body was experiencing.

After Helen had ignored her breast for a few moments, Stacy unconsciously brought a hand to the slick mound of flesh and began kneading it. Not too rough, not too gentle. Just the right amount of stimulation to feed her need.

Helen kept the vibrator working at Stacy's mound but could hear its batteries running down. It had been a rather long night. She had replacement batteries. For that matter, she had other vibrators. But she wanted to do something more for the highly sexed young woman. She just didn't know what. She really felt bad about hurting her tits and didn't want to give her any more reason for concern so some of the wild things she could do to the girl had to be ruled out. She could sit on her face and feed her more pussy but that would probably be more of a distraction than a contribution. And Jared had been quite clear that Stacy didn't like anything near her rectum. That might be something to test in the future but not tonight.

She watched as Stacy's body drove itself to orgasm again. She heard a low moan come from Jared and looked to see him read-faced and gritting his teeth. The poor dear was at the breaking point. He probably would not last through the orgasm Stacy was currently experiencing.

Almost as the thought ran through her mind, Jared's mouth dropped open and a strangled grunt escaped. His body shook against his wife's and his hands went white on her knees. Helen knew he was pumping his wife full of his precious liquor.

Betty lifted away from Stacy's chest and sat watching. She noticed the thoughtful look on Helen's face.

Stacy was still seeing stars. Jared's hot cum splashed against her womb in powerful jets, sending shocks of delight through her body. As he had so many times before, her loving husband was giving himself to her. He collapsed onto her body and she wrapped her arms around his hot, sweating back and held him tightly against her tits.

During a normal night of lovemaking for the Lancasters, Jared would remain buried in his wife long after his orgasm had ended. Even though he was capable of driving her to orgasm three or four times before succumbing himself, she would almost always be hungry for more. So, her pussy would continue to milk his cock as it lost some of its stiffness. She would work her clit and grind her hips, sometimes bringing herself off around a mostly limp dick. But main the benefit of this was that the dick didn't stay limp long.

Of course, even Jared Lancaster could only provide this repeat service four or five times in rapid succession and this night had begun to wear down his stamina. As his cock began to shrink and soften, he knew that he would need a good long breather before anything could bring it back up to ready status.

Helen had risen and gone to the toy box to retrieve something. When she returned to the couple, she took stock of the situation. Jared was clearly spent while Stacy's eyes gleamed brightly. Her face was flushed with arousal and her nostrils open wide. Her hands had descended to Jared's ass and she was pressing him against her hips. She was still trying to milk more pleasure from Jared's body.

Helen laid a hand on Jared's shoulder. Gently, she urged him to disengage from his wife. Stacy looked around questioningly, her face showing a mix of disappointment and anticipation.

Jared made room between Stacy's legs and Helen lied down on her stomach there.

Smiling at the girl's craning head, Helen brought her mouth to Stacy's sex. Her pink slit lay open, wet and inviting. A white gleam at its base showed where Jared's fluids were attempting to escape. Helen extended her tongue and claimed the prize. Holding the small dollop in her mouth, she slowly slid her body up Stacy's, pausing a moment to brush her chin against each pink nipple before meeting Stacy with a deep kiss. The women's tongues caressed one another and traded flavors as well as favors. Stacy was once again struck by how strongly the taste of the sex fluid aroused her.

Letting her hands run along the pale woman's body for a moment as they two kissed, Helen then teasingly slipped away from Stacy's questing tongue and journeyed back down her body, pausing once again to grace her breasts with loving attention.

When Helen reached her destination back between Stacy's thighs, she wasted no time in plunging her face back into her slit. Teasing at her lips while questing deeper with her tongue, Helen consumed Stacy for a minute or two. Stacy sighed and squealed as the experienced swinger treated her to exquisite oral love.

When a strong pre-orgasmic tremor shook Stacy's body, an especially large drop of sex cream bubbled out of her hole. Helen slurped it up and repeated her journey to deliver the prize to Stacy's eager mouth. Again they kissed deeply, both women's passions growing.

When Helen returned to Stacy's pussy, she surreptitiously slid a purple rod into place at the eager, open hole at the base of Stacy's sex. The new toy was a thin wand with a bend and a prominent bulge at the end. Helen flicked a switch on the handle and it began to buzz.

The purple toy was specially designed to reach inside a woman and find her G-spot. It was a no-nonsense kind of tool... find the most sensitive part of a woman's anatomy and apply vigorous vibration. Without explanation or hesitation, Helen slid it into Stacy.

At first, Stacy merely sighed with appreciation. As Helen moved the toy into proper position, she set her mouth against the small mound at the top of Stacy's pussy. When she pressed the toy against Stacy's special bundle of nerves, the young woman groaned loudly "Oh god." Helen ran her teeth gently along Stacy's clitoral hood and licked at the nubbin. Stacy grew stiff at the sensations.

The toy probed and rubbed against the sensitive skin of Stacy's inner chamber. It's vibration penetrated to her core, stirring her already highly inflamed passion. And Helen's skillful manipulation of her small clit magnified the sensation. With her hands against Helen's head in an unvoiced plea for pleasure, Stacy focused on the growing orgasmic pressure. She had been having a steady sting of orgasms for some time and her body had entered a state of hyper-arousal that demanded still more.

"Holy fuck don't stop. I'm cumming again. Please don't stop" Stacy gritted through clenched teeth. Even as her body began to shudder and arch, lifting her hips high off the ground, Helen remained focused on her pulsating sex. Helen had no intention of stopping. She was going to keep working on this horny cunt until Stacy begged her to stop.

Stacy went limp as the sharp climax faded. One hand patted and rubbed Helen's head. "My god that feels good" she moaned. Helen twirled the toy in Stacy's passage, invoking another shudder. She nibbled at Stacy's clit, letting the girl feel the sharpeners of her teeth. Stacy hissed in appreciation. Then Helen dug the end of the vibrator hard against Stacy's G-spot, making her shriek with pleasure. Impossibly, Stacy was already on the verge of another orgasm.

Helen was using every trick in the book on Stacy's cunt. Well, actually, she wasn't. Several of the tricks she knew had a tendency to leave marks and she was still mindful that she could scare the girl off. But she had hit every nook and cranny in Stacy's hot sheath, always returning to her G-spot. Helen had finally worked the tip of her tongue under her clitoral hood, making actual contact with the little pea-sized gland for the first time. She nibbled and sucked at every piece of Stacy's pink sex.

Stacy was reveling in her body's capacity for pleasure. Helen's oral skills and the wonderful vibrator were providing more stimulation than she had ever experienced. They had not only made her cum quickly, they were keeping her charged at a very high state of arousal.

Wanting to take full advantage, Stacy started doing something she very rarely did. She began fighting against the rising urge to cum. As she had matured and begun exploring her sexuality she had discovered her capacity for multiple orgasms and how much she liked them. She had also learned that men couldn't really provide all that she needed. Even her wonderful husband who surpassed every man she had ever been with many times over only managed to set her bar higher.

Because of this, she had always pushed her body hard to achieve orgasm as quickly as possible. A hard cock only lasted so long and she had to get the most out of it. This was also why she'd never learned to suck cock properly... it was wasteful.

Now, with a skilled female swinger giving her so much pleasure with no end in sight, Stacy wanted to make it last; she wanted to let the pressure build up until it simply exploded.

Her eyes were now closed and she held her lips between her teeth. Her hands were balled up at her sides, tense against the carpet.

Helen didn't know why Stacy had gone quiet. She was too stiff to have passed out but Helen raised her head to check on the girl. She saw the look of concentration on the other woman's face. Obviously the slut was intent on getting the most out of what Helen was doing to her.

The swinger didn't want to disappoint.

Helen shifter her grip on the want-like vibrator. Gripping the base with the tips of her fingers, she pushed the toy deeply into Stacy. The main rod and head of the toy was only five or six inches long, the handle another three. Helen pushed the entire thing into Stacy with the tips of her fingers. The girl's hot, wet cunt flesh swallowed the toy and trembled against Helen's fingers.

Stacy felt the buzzing toy sink deeper into her body. It left her G-spot behind but spread its influence farther into her body... into places that before tonight had been unexplored. The young woman trembled in her struggle to hold back the pressure of orgasm.

Helen continued to slide her fingers forward into Stacy. The girl's flesh was slick and hot. It seemed eager to accept more. Helen let her four fingers follow the vibrator into Stacy's body. Her tight young flesh began to strain to accept Helen's hand up to the webbing of her thumb.

Stacy had been hot and sweaty for quite a while now but the gibbering excitement her cunt felt at being stretched open around Helen's fingers make fresh beads of sweat spring out across her forehead and upper lip. The fingers weren't too big for Stacy... they were just enough to pull her flesh tight and let her feel the strain. She groaned long and low, the sound shuddering along with the shaking of her over-stimulated body.
Still she fought against climax. She knew instinctively that the harder she fought, the better the release would be.

Helen knew now that Stacy was fighting against her orgasm. She recognized the signs... the tenseness and the determination. The experienced swinger knew how to make it perfect for the girl. She could help to draw it out just a little bit longer.

Helen moved her hand very slowly. The entrance to Stacy's cunt was stretched around her knuckles. Helen rotated and shifted her hand slowly, making sure Stacy could feel every movement but not applying a lot of force anywhere. The vibrator's handle bumped and rolled across the back of Helen's fingers. All of Helen's moves now were gentle but persistent. She held her thumb aloft for the time being and left Stacy's clit untouched.

For about two minutes Helen was able to keep Stacy at the very edge of orgasm, knowing that with each second, a little more pressure was building.

Stacy's hands were white and she was biting her lips hard. Her breasts felt bloated and throbbed in time to her heartbeat. The gentle churn of her insides around the toy and the strain of her stretched cunt burned through her nerves as if they were about to turn to ash.

Helen believed that Stacy had hit the end of the road. Any second, her body would explode. Now was the time to make the pressure jump... to blow through the barrier like a battering ram.

Helen twisted her hand sharply and pressed it firmly into Stacy's flesh. At the same moment, she dug her thumb against her clit.

Stacy jumped and thrashed, her eyes flying open. She had known she was very close to climax but had had no warning of what Helen intended. The sudden sensations shocked through her system, setting off massive explosions in every part of her body. She couldn't breath. Every muscle in her body was locked in straining tension, burning with passion. Her pussy closed in around the vibrator and Helen's hand like a collapsing star.

Helen grinned, watching the young woman. She'd obviously fried every circuit in her body. Her eyes were wide and vacant, her mouth working soundlessly.

For about a minute Stacy was unable to breath... but was unaware of it. The fire shooting through her brain and her body obliterated all concerns and thought.

After that eternal minute she began to gasp. Her arms and legs began to shake and flail as if she were struggling against heavy blankets or a rushing river current. With every breath, different animalistic sounds escaped her. She looked a bit like a fish gasping for breath on dry land.

As intelligence and control began to return, Stacy held herself tightly, her arms crossed under her breasts. She rocked slowly and she tried to control her breathing. She was dimly aware that the vibrator was still buzzing beneath her beaver. Helen had withdrawn her hand.

Stacy was finally able to speak. "I have never cum that hard in my life." She croaked.
Helen ran a hand up and down her thigh. It was the hand that had been stuck up Stacy's cunt and it left a trail of cooling fluid. "Glad to hear it." She said. She paused a few second before asking. "Does that mean you've had enough?"

A funny look crossed Stacy's face when she asked that question. One hand slid down to her slit. As her body relaxed, the vibrator began to slide out of her pink hole. She gingerly stroked her pussy lips and the toy's handle. In a voice that sounded slightly awed, she answered, "No. I'm still horny. Oh god, I'm still so fucking horny." Combined with the flushed arousal still on her face was a look of desperate concern.
Helen just laughed. "Now this is my kind of girl."

As Stacy began stroking the vibrator in and out of her pussy, Helen crawled far enough across the floor to reach the double-sided dildo. Stacy was rubbing at her clit and exchanging a strange, guilty looking gaze with her husband when Helen settled back between the girl's thighs. "Oh, don't be that way, girl. It's never wrong to want pleasure."

"Oh god. I'm such a slut. What's wrong with me?" Stacy whined. Helen tilted her head. Helen had heard similar words before... she'd voiced them herself. But they had always been said in jest... almost as a kind of boast. But Stacy sounded genuinely concerned.
"Honey, all this means is that you like sex. There's nothing wrong with that."

Stacy couldn't find an answer. She felt like she had no control over how her body reacted and she didn't like it. On the other hand... she really really liked how it felt.
Shrugging, Helen bent back down over Stacy's hips. "Well, we can't let you leave this house still horny, can we?"

Deftly moving Stacy's hand out of the way, Helen slid the vibrator wand partially out of Stacy's pussy, pressing it up against the top of her hole. She nudged the head of the rubber dildo into the lower part of her sex. Without conscious will, Stacy relaxed her pussy and Helen saw it open up just a bit under the tension from the wand. Making a noise of approval, Helen pushed the rubber toy home. The head slid smoothly into Stacy's body, sliding along the thin shaft of the wand. Stacy moaned in a combination of guilty misery and pleasure. She was letting this woman do these things to her because her body insisted on more and more pleasure.

The two shafts together weren't as big around as Helen's fingers had been and her hole closed around them comfortably.

Stacy was wiggling her ass as Helen slid inch after inch of rubber into her. With every passing second of the new stimulation, Stacy's silly guilt was washing away.

The shaft of the rubber toy was pressing the knob of the vibrator up against Stacy's G-spot. Even as Helen was still feeding the pink dildo into her pussy, the intense stimulation was recharging Stacy's climax battery. A last fleeting thought passed through Stacy's head... even after cumming so damn hard her body was still ready for another.

She wouldn't have believed it before tonight.

The rubber dildo passed the one foot mark. It's head had begun spreading parts of Stacy's passage that had never been touched before tonight and was offering a little resistance. Helen was satisfied with this depth for the moment. She adjusted her grip and went to work. She bent the toy in her hand and pressed it up against the roof of Stacy's sex, trapping the vibrator between the rubber and Stacy's sensitive flesh. The note of the buzzing changed as the little motor fought to move against the pressure.

Stacy's was squeezing and rubbing her tits, once again with just enough force to be stimulating. She adjusted her legs, pulling her knees up and then spreading them wide. "Oh geeze" she moaned. The buzzing pressure on her G spot and the shifting head of the dildo probing her depths was pleasurable beyond description.

Helen could see that Stacy wasn't resisting her orgasm this time. That was to be expected. Stacy may still be horny but her body wasn't going to be able to take another of those mega-ton climaxes. No doubt she would drive herself to quick release.
With that in mind, Helen let the thumb of the hand holding the rubber dildo dig in under Stacy's clit, arching it up against the bud.

Stacy let herself thrash side to side, riding the building pressure. When the peak arrived, she crashed over it with a cry of mindless pleasure.

Stacy came yet again at the hands of the tanned swinger. She rode through her orgasm with her hands mauling her tits and her feet dancing on the rug. It was a good cum.
As her body once again descended the opposite side of the mountain, her grinding hips told Helen that she still wanted more.

Helen had more to give her in more ways than one. Moving her hand down the pink shaft of the dildo, she grabbed hold again and jabbed several more inches into Stacy, The girl groaned and squirmed.

The unsettling but arousing pressure of the dildo bottoming out deep, deep in Stacy's body was the new element of arousal she needed to begin the cycle again. Helen dug in with the toy firmly, pressing against Stacy's womb. It made Stacy feel slightly nauseous but that paled in comparison to the excited churning it generated in her pussy.

Twisting and flexing the toy, Helen worked a couple more inches into Stacy. She wasn't actually penetrating any deeper with this. Instead, the rubber phallus was bending inside Stacy's body, pressing out in a broad bow. The bulge pushed one way and then the other, stirring Stacy's innards in strange but sensational ways. The vibrator was still buried alongside the rubber toy. From time to time these undulations would press the buzzing head of the wand home, eliciting jumps and squeals. Other times, the shaft would roll and flex against her sensitive cervix. The head of the toy had side-stepped the entrance to her womb and stretched the back wall of her cunt.

It only took about a minute of this deep, forceful turbulence to make the gasping woman cum again.

This time, there were few outward signs that Stacy was climaxing. All the activity seemed to be centered in her pussy where it was clamping down hard on the intruders.
Perhaps the strange, slightly nauseating sensations from the deep pummeling reduced the power of the orgasm. Or perhaps she was finally satisfied. For whatever reason, as its effect passed, Stacy seemed to calm down quite a bit. She signed and began to breath normally. Helen let up on the dildos, letting most of the rubber toy slide out of Stacy's body. "Too much?" She asked.

Stacy smiled weakly. "Maybe." she admitted.

Helen wasn't buying it. She smirked and shook her head. "I don't think so. I think I can get you begging for more real quick."

Stacy shook her head and tried to tell Helen that she had had enough. The bronze woman pulled the rest of the long dildo out of Stacy's body and then extracted the buzzing wand. She turned it off. She rested a hand on Stacy's raised knee. Studying the younger woman's face, she let the tips of her fingers trace down the inside of her thigh. "I can tell you're not really satisfied yet." she said softly.

Helen's fingertips gently tickled along Stacy's pussy lips. They were so inflamed from the stimulation they were almost red. Her hole was hidden by the swelling. Stacy inhaled sharply as Helen's nails traced winding trails through her dewy bush.

Her fingers slid along the pale girl's soft stomach, leaving a trace of her fluids behind like a trail of bread crumbs. She circled Stacy's navel and then dipped into the shallow pit. Stacy shuddered, goose bumps prickling her skin. A gentle twinge in her core signaled her body's interest.

As Helen's attentions approached her breasts, Stacy inhaled deeply. Her chest rose and her tits stood tall, swollen with unabated lust. Her pink aureoles were fat and round, her small nipples curled tightly against the tension.

Helen's fingers danced lightly around one of the peaks, barely making contact. Stacy's breath was trapped in her chest and her body trembled. Helen bent slowly towards her other nipple, gazing into Stacy's eye. She parted her lips and smiled at the young woman. Then gently, lovingly, she kissed Stacy's nubbin. She lingered, pressing her lips softly against the warm flesh. She slid her teeth back and forth across the firm tip, scratching it. Then she let it wedge between her teeth and nipped at it ever so slightly.

Stacy jumped and air whooshed from her longs. She arms and legs squirmed as she fought the urge to pull the smaller woman to her and rub every surface of their bodies together.

Helen sucked gently on one tit while her hand caressed the other. She straddled one of Stacy's legs. As she slowly grew more aggressive with Stacy's breasts, she let her thigh press against Stacy's damp sex mound. Stacy raised the other leg in instinctive response, pressing her own thigh against Helen. Both women groaned.

Stacy reached up and pulled Helen's mouth down to hers. They kissed deeply, playing their tongues against one another. Stacy's hand's clung to Helen's buttocks and forced their bodies together. Each woman ground herself on the other's leg. Muffled moans rumbled through their bodies constantly.

Stacy could feel Helen's long pussy lips spreading wide against her thigh and the hot wetness of her cunt dribbling along her elevated leg down to her groin to mingle with her own juices being churned by Helen.

Helen grabbed Stacy's arm, pulling it loose from its grip on her ass and guided it between their bodies. She pressed it against her clit, catching the tender morsel against Stacy's thigh. Helen's groan turned rough and eager as Stacy pressed her joy button home. Helen bit Stacy's lip and trembled.

Leaving Stacy's fingers to continue their work, Helen's hand mirrored it, slipping down to Stacy's love mound. Her fingers wove into her bush and captured the small point of flesh hiding her clit. She kneaded it and pressed her leg in hard against Stacy's slit.

Both women were rocking against one another, fucking themselves against each other. As Stacy began gasping, she finally broke the kiss. Her head dropped back and her free hand forced Helen's back down to her tits. With one hand still prodding the woman's naked cunt, she clung to Helen with the other.

Each woman used the other’s body eagerly. Helen gripped Stacy’s right tit, supporting her weight and mashing the soft pale flesh. She rode the younger woman mindlessly, humping against Stacy’s leg and mauling her pussy mound with her strong surgeon’s fingers.

In turn, Stacy’s hand had become a claw across Helen’s back. Her other hand had locked onto Helen’s bare mound, pinching, pulling and rubbing. Helen’s thick clit pulsed and sang. Each time Stacy yanked on the nubbin, Helen jumped, driving her thigh into Stacy’s groin and bearing down on her breast.

Stacy’s mind was lost in a haze of lust, over-heated and over-stimulated. The soreness from the abuse her tits had suffered earlier was forgotten. Mindlessly, she was goading the older woman.

Despite her experience, Helen had let her lust carry her away as well. The younger woman was driving the swinger crazy and baiting her aggression. In brief flashes her fractured mind was aware of how rough she was becoming but each such flash of thought was immediately washed away by another wave of lust.

Helen’s had was digging deeply into Stacy’s breast. The B-cup beauty was a perfect handful. Helen’s claw-like grip forced bulges of pale but flushed skin between her finders.

Stacy’s confused brain was attempting to fight the pain in exactly the wrong way... by attacking Helen’s body with greater ferocity. She forced all four fingers into Helen’s drooling cunt while digging her thumb harshly against her clit. She was using her raised thigh to force the digging hand in had against Helen’s pelvis.

Her other hand was across Helen’s back, alternately pulling the other woman tightly to her body, then gripping her ass with a claw-like grip that echoed the tanned woman’s assault on her breast. Stacy’s finger nails were usually nibbled short which was fortunate; otherwise, Helen’s back would have been left in bloody shreds. (A faint tracery of small scars already graced its strong contours.)

Helen had raised her leg a bit and was now driving her knee into Stacy’s slit. She’d forced one finger under the tight hood of the girl’s clit and was bouncing it of her pelvic bone roughly.

All of this was treatment that Stacy would have never tolerated for so much as a second if her body and mind had not been so flooded by molten lust. Helen was leaving pink and white streaks across her tit and Stacy’s clit was crying out with as much agony as passion. Her delicate pussy lips were becoming sore and would almost certainly bruise.

Stacy would have never guessed that her body would respond to such an assault with a howling climax.

A blood curdling scream ripped out from the girl. Her husband jumped and looked panicked... her had never heard a noise anything like it from his wife. She had been known to give loud and happy voice to her pleasures without shame... but that’s not what this sounded like. The orgasm that had been virtually beaten into her body evoked a primal response unlike anything she had ever experienced. Perhaps not exactly the most powerful orgasm per se... her most powerful orgasms left her rigid and trembling, silent behind tense mussels. The climax she was suffering now... and suffering may have been exactly the word... was forceful answer to a forceful demand. Her body had cum in self-defense.

Stacy’s shriek struck at Helen’s core. The experienced slut, for better or for worse, had heard its like before. She knew it to be a paradox of anguish and elation.

In a split second of clarity, the older woman realized what she had done. In that split second, her mind and body diverged. In her mind, she cringed with guilt. She felt shame, not for the sexual act but for her lack of control and the simple fact that she had hurt another person.

In her body, a surge of adrenaline and hormones responded to Stacy’s eruption in a cascade of shuddering pleasure. At the same time that her mind quailed, her body vibrated with its own release.

Stacy’s climatic release, a defensive act to free her body from Helen’s assault and Stacy’s numbed mind, gave her the strength and motivation to heave the smaller woman off her body. Stacy’s tit was ripped from Helen’s grip and the climaxing women tumbled apart in a burst of limbs.

Helen’s body demanded attention as it galloped through orgasm and her hand rubbed furiously at her clit. Her breath came in coughs and gasps between strangled moans.

Stacy lay on her side, curled in a ball. She was shivering. Unlike every other sexual experience of her life, she was now left cold and drained. The usual climb of ever greater heat and energy that climax brought her had crashed into a pit of aching emptiness. Her body had been forced into orgasm almost against its will and it objected strenuously.

Jared was on his knees at her side, hesitant to touch his wife. Oh god, this was a mistake, he thought to himself. It had been going well but...

He looked over at Helen. She had calmed down and was able to pull her hand away from her pussy. The disquiet in her mind had doused her passion to nearly the extent that Stacy’s had been. She exchanged a look with Jared. For a moment, she fought to show some defiance, to be unapologetic for being an aggressive and sexual woman... but she couldn’t bring it off. She felt guilty, not sexy. She looked away.

Turning back to his shivering wife, he finally placed a hand on her shoulder. A deep instinctive part of her recognized her husbands touch and she clasped her hand over his.

They say every cloud has a silver lining. That night on the swingers’ floor, Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster found new depth in their love for one another. Neither said anything as Jared knelt there next to his wife, both naked as the day they were born and both physically spent. Somehow, that hand on her shoulder seemed to feed new warmth into Stacy’s body. She found within herself that she felt no resentment at all towards her husband for what had happened. She could have blamed him... but didn’t. In truth, she only blamed Helen a little bit... what had happened seemed like some kind of inevitable natural force. But what was important to Stacy at that moment was the absolute certainty that her husband loved her and would never willingly hurt her. It was a certainty more of faith than of reason... and it struck all the deeper because of that.

And for Jared, the gentle way his wife stroked the back of his hand was enormously reassuring. A semblance of peace took over her features and her breathing eased. Nothing terrible had happened. Stacy hadn’t actually been injured just... pushed a little too far.

Stacy got shakily to her feet. Jared rose with her and she kissed him gently on the cheek. Her hand lingered on his arm for a moment as she stepped away form him and looked down at Helen. "I think Jared and I should probably head home." She said, her voice steady.

Stacy extended a hand to Helen, offering to help her to her feet. Helen took it, an uncertain smile of concern pulling at her face. "I’m so sorry Stacy. You’re okay, aren’t you?"

Stacy shrugged. "I’m fine. But I think that’s enough for one night."

Betty and Frank approached. Betty held Stacy’s shoulder and examined her. Her short hair stuck out in spikes and tangles. Splotches of pink heat marred her pale complexion. Betty let her eyes travel down the young woman’s body, examining her frankly. Stacy’s nipples had gone flat, the sea-shell pink coloring of her areola disappearing into the blemishes and nascent bruising covering her chest.

Stacy’s knees were spread slightly making her stance awkward. Her feet shifted and she suppressed a wince. Her beaver was a matted mess. She made a conscious effort to keep her hands away from her aching parts.

Frank blew out his cheeks with a sigh. "Stacy, I really hope..." His voice faded away. He didn’t know what to say.

Stacy smiled up at him. "It was fun. Really. I’m not mad or anything, it’s just time to call it a night." She looked down at herself. "I should probably shower first..."

Jared raised a hand and then rushed to retrieve the bag he had brought. He opened it up to show Stacy. "I brought you a change of cloths." He raised his eyebrows at her.

Stacy’s smile grew broader. "Oh thank god." She said. Stuffed into the bag were a one of her pairs of comfortable jeans, a T-shirt and a pair of panties. "Great. Putting the dress back on would have felt a bit odd."

Betty showed her to the bathroom.

When she emerged fifteen minutes later, she looked comfortable and calm. Her hair was clean and controlled though still damp and her face wore a distracted but content expression. The other four had gotten dressed, Helen back in her casual after-work cloths and Frank still wearing a robe. Betty was back in what she had worn too. She made a face as Stacy walked in, plucking at her wrinkled dress. "I never plan these things through right."

Stacy wanted to keep things as pleasant and social as possible. She asked courteously, "Betty, do you have a way to get home?"

The big woman nodded. "Sure, I drove over here before dinner and rode with Frank. My car’s right out side."

Stacy turned to Helen and Frank, taking a deep calming breath. Her husband came to her side, resting his hand on her arm in support. She gave him a grateful smile which then turned into a mock sneer. "By the way, you didn’t pack a bra."

He smirked and overtly cast his eyes down to her breasts. "You don’t think that was an accident do you?" His voice was playful is a slightly desperate sort of way.

She returned her attention to the Pollards. She visibly hesitated... she couldn’t help it... but she was able to embrace Helen and give her a sisterly peck on the mouth. "It was fun. I guess I have some things to think about." Helen nodded blankly and Stacy turned to the big man standing next to her. She raised her arms in invitation, a more or less sincere smile on her lips. Frank lifted her in his arms and exchanged a quick kiss. His hand squeezed her ass through the denim... she neither objected nor signaled any pleasure from the quick groping. Frank set her down, his face set in a determined grin. "We’ll have to do this again real soon."

Helen hit him. "Stacy, hun... if you want to give me call in a few days to talk or something..."

Betty piped up, "Yeah, please, give one of us a call. It would be a shame if your first swing were your last." Everyone looked at her askance. "What? Hey, she had a ball. There’s no reason to let a few bruises spoil the fun. Helen will promise to be more careful next time, right?"

Frank was shaking his head and Helen hid behind a hand across her brow. Stacy laughed. "Betty, I promise I’ll give you a call. We can probably figure something out."

The drive home for the Lancasters proceeded in silence. Jared opened his mouth a few times as if to say something but couldn’t bring himself to break the silence.

Yes, Stacy had a lot to think about. As time passed, the less and less she blamed Helen for hurting her and the more she knew she had let herself get into that situation because she wanted it. It bothered her deeply but also excited her. She had never thought of herself as inhibited but tonight she had gotten a glimpse of what it was like for Stacy Lancaster to leally free her lust. She had been shocked by the hunger she had felt. Damn it, she already knew her sex drive, once ignited, was too much for 99% of the men in world. Was she such a horny slut that even her own body wasn’t safe?

They settled into bed quietly that night. Jared was still feeling secure in the revelation of the trust and love they shared... he was content to let his wife sort out her thoughts on her own. She was too smart and sensible to get freaked out.

He was very confused two or three hours later. His wife had thrown the covers from the bed and climbed on top of him. He woke slowly, becoming aware first of her head pressed against his shoulder and then of her hand on his manhood. He was only half hard but could already feel his wife’s wet pussy lips running back and forth across his head as she hunched herself over him. "Stacy?" he asked, bewildered. She’d woken him this way literally hundreds of times but he had certainly not expected it this night.

Stacy moaned in frustration and arousal and shame. "God I’m so fucking horny."

Jared cock continued to rise. He could feel the tips of her breasts against his chest. They were hard and hot, swollen in arousal.

Stacy had gotten no sleep. She had been replaying the night in her head over and over. At first, she had focused on the problems and the pain but that had quickly given way to the ghostly taste of cum and the thrill of being filled by Frank’s big cock or of feeling Betty’s pussy undulate around her invading hand. The memories had lit her aching body afire, washing away the little pains.

Stacy let the head of Jared’s cock enter her and slid down his shaft, sighing and murmuring his name. Jared reached for the bedside lamp, the yellow glow momentarily stinging his eyes. Stacy sat up on top of him and he gazed into her lust-clouded eyes. Then he took stock of the rest of her body.

Yes, her tits were bruised. The right one bore pinkish-purple streaks that probably matched Helen’s hand. The left was less marred but still showed some dull blotching.

When Jared caught sight of his wife’s pussy-mound, he gasped. "Christ Stace, doesn’t that hurt?"

She almost whimpered as she ground herself on the base of Jared’s cock. "I don’t care, just fuck me!!"

Stacy’s pussy lips were hugely swollen and Jared knew it wasn’t from arousal. They resembled a pair of small purple bananas pressing against her thighs and either side of his cock. Their swollen state had the effect of spreading the hair of her bush thin, allowing more skin to show than was usual. In the dim shadows cast by the bedside lamp Jared could not discern color but they looked dark.

"Honey...?" Jared asked.

Stacy began fucking up and down on his shaft, allowing her pussy to strike his groin hard at the bottom of each stroke. With each impact she gave a sharp moan. "Yes damn it, it hurts. But my pussy’s so fucking hot I don’t care."

She was afraid she was going crazy. Her re-ignited sex drive was making demands of her body that she couldn’t resist. The pain wasn’t excruciating torture but it was a hell of a lot more discomfort than she would ever put up with under normal circumstances.

"Oh god, I’m just a horny fucking slut. Fuck me Jared. Treat me like a hunk of meet and fuck me till I bleed."

"God no!" Jared shouted, shocked. He began to pull away from his wife, struggling to pull out from beneath her heaving body.

Stacy clamped her hands down on his shoulders. She ground herself against him and slid her legs under his, capturing him closer. "Yes! If you don’t fuck me I’ll just find something else to stick up my cunt. You know I will!"

Over the few years of their marriage, Stacy had shown that her lust was fully capable of out-striping even Jared’s ability to perform. She had at times teasingly and at times with a hint of real contempt performed before him by masturbating with her little dildo or sometimes other foreign objects. She had also described to him times before they had married when she had been consumed by frustrated lust and spent five or six hours furiously masturbating herself through dozens of orgasms.

If Stacy really needed to be fucked, Jared knew she would find something to get fucked by.

She rode him for half an hour, her hormone-driven body tireless. She came six times, each climax causing her to cry out in bizarre mixtures of pain and ecstasy.

Jared’s besieged cock finally released its load after those thirty minutes, his resistance and concern for his wife being beaten out by the hot grip of her swollen sex.

Stacy pulled herself from his hips, releasing his softening prick. She stroked her sex, gritting her teeth while at the same time shuddering from the last impulses of her most recent orgasm. She let the fluids of their sex pool in her hand and then slurped them into her mouth. The taste made her feel warm and tingly, still horny beyond belief.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the small vibrator she kept there. She groaned in frustration when twisting its base brought a weak little buzz that quickly dwindled to nothing. "God damn batteries" she said. Or that’s what Jared guessed she said; her words were slurred.

Buzz or no buzz, she shoved the toy into her sopping pussy. Her swollen lips had closed tightly after Jared’s cock was pulled out but softly made way for the new intruder. She buried the six inches of plastic into her body and slid a couple finger in along-side for good measure.

With one hand frigging away are her engorged sex, she bend over her husband and sucked his nearly limp dick into her mouth. She gave a delighted little chuckle at the taste and used her tongue to play with its pliant flesh. "Honey..." Jared said.

She growled and let his cock pop out of her mouth. She looked him in the eyes and said, "Shut up and get hard. I’m not done yet." She returned her mouth to his cock.

She brought herself off twice with the dildo while working to revive her husband. When he finally got hard enough to penetrate her, she demanded that he stand beside the bed and fill her pussy from behind. He was able to fuck her steadily for about twenty minutes, loosing track of how many times his wife came, before he lost the ability to stand. He ended up on the floor which as where Stacy mounted him and eventually coaxed another orgasm out of him.

When she finally got off him, she was very unsteady on her feet. But the light in her eyes seemed as intense as ever. "Damn it. It’s going to take you forever to get hard again. Go find some fucking batteries." She said. She tumbled onto the bead, searching the covers for the discarded vibrator. When she found it, Jared was still on his back on the floor. She got back to her feet and kicked him in the side. It wasn’t a vicious kick by any means but it was more than a nudge. "Hey. I told you to find some batteries. Either find some batteries or get your dick hard... and I know you can’t do that."

Jared groaned and shook his head. As he struggled to his feet, he tried to reason with his wife. "Stace honey, you need to calm down. You’re acting weird. Weird even for you when you’re horny."

Stacy snorted and sat at the side of the bed. Rising one leg and placing a foot on the bed beside her, she slipped the vibrator into her pussy. Amazingly, her abused mound looked no worse than it had when she started this midnight madness. Which is to say, bad but at least no worse.

Jared tried again. "Come on, let’s go take a shower. Or maybe get a bowl of ice-cream. I bet if you would just leave you damn cunt alone for a few minutes you’d calm down." He began to sound a bit angry.

Leaving the toy hidden in her pussy, Stacy stood and stalked out of the bedroom. "Fine, I’ll go find the damn batteries myself."

When she didn’t return for five minutes, he went looking for her. She was in the living room with the lights on. The drapes of the big picture window were open. Jared swore and hurried to close them. It was past 3am but still... Stacy ignored him.

She was on the couch with one leg out on the coffee table and the other spread out beside her. The vibrator was buzzing away, pressed against her clit. She had the TV remote shoved up her pussy. Judging by the spread of her pussy lips, she had already cum once on the combination.

"Stacy! My god, have you lost your mind?"

Stacy yelled back, "What’s your problem? I’m not bothering you. You can go to sleep for all I care."

Jared put his hands over his face. "Do you even know what it is you fucking yourself with?"

She looked at him in confusion for a second. She pulled the remote out and looked at it. She paused for several long seconds. "Oh. I guess that is kind of weird."

He snatched it from her hand and examined it. It was covered with her secretions. "Shit" he mumbled. He pointed it at the TV and hit power. Some infomercial blinked on. He turned the TV back off and went to get some paper towels.

Stacy slid the vibrator back into her insatiable cunt. "Damn it, find me something else!"

When Jared came back a minute later he was carrying a cucumber. Stacy let out a single bark of a laugh when she saw it. "Ha! Classic. I haven’t used a vegetable since I was, like, fifteen." Jared slapped it heavily into her outstretched hand. It was cold from the refrigerator and nearly exactly the girth of Jared’s cock... it was a long English style.

Stacy let out a long hissing moan as she slid the cold green shaft into her red slit, returning the vibrator to duty on her clit.

Jared sat across from her and just stared as the panted and giggled through four or five more orgasm. The cucumber turned soft in the heat and the vibrator started to wear down.

Despite everything, watching his wife masturbate was undeniably arousing. The long, healthy green dildo jerked and swayed between her legs as she worked it. Jared’s cock stirred. As Stacy began to bitch and moan about the weakening vibrations, Jared jumped up and grabbed her by her hair, pressing his semi hard organ to her mouth. "You still want more you piece of meat?"

Stacy laughed, giddy with fatigue and lust. "Oh goody." She said as she let him force himself into her mouth.

She still couldn’t deep throat him but she let him use her mouth for a good five minutes as his tired cock slowly hardened. She managed another climax of her own during that time, riding it out while sucking powerfully on Jared’s skin flute.

Jared pushed his wife down on her back across the couch and knelt beside her. Before pulling the wilting cucumber from her snatch, he roughly jabbed it into her several times. Stacy raised her legs, presenting herself to him as openly as possible. He pulled the green stand-in from her and replaced it with the real thing.

In his nearly exhausted state, his cock remained hard (or almost hard) for a very long time. They changed positions multiple times, spending time on the floor and in the near-by recliner. Even Stacy’s hyper-charged body was unable to keep any kind of pace up. They spent long minutes at a time pressed together, still but for their heavy breathing. Then one or the other would push themselves to thrust rapidly for a short time and then collapse again.

In the end, Jared never did cum again. One of their long pauses just stretched and stretched until, without knowing it, they fell asleep entwined on the floor. They didn’t waken until late in the morning when the sun shown brightly through a slit in the drapes.

Stacy was almost paralyzed with aching stiffness. She winced every time her thighs came close to closing. Her pussy was raw as hamburger and nearly as red. Jared’s cock too was showing the signs of heavy use but it really wasn’t any worse than many other nights of married bliss.

The good news was that Stacy had driven the daemons from her body. Thoughts of the night before failed to kindle any kind of arousal. Concern for her sanity, yes; arousal, no.



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