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. The story codes apply to the entire story and may not be fulfilled within a given part.


Part 5: Helen may have gone too far but Stacy later finds that her body still craves more. (Poor Jared)...



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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