Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 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.  Now
though, 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.

   ****



   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 his.  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 he 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 subsided, 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 slut's
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 milk 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 climactic 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 her 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 her 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.
   Boondocker