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 1: After dinner, things start with a bang...


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.


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