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   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 3: Helen arrives and pushes things to the next level.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   With ten inches buried in Stacy's hot sheath, Betty fed in a little
more. Eleven inches.  Twelve inches.  Betty was meeting resistance.  In
fact, at twelve inches, she definitely hit something.  Stacy "umphed" in
response and groaned loudly.  "God, what are you doing to me?T"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Betty moaned in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She motioned to Stacy, "Get down here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   No, it didn't appear that the big blond had heard what Helen said. 
Still impatient and desperate, Betty began to reach for her clit. 
Duplicating Helen, Stacy batted her hand away.  But Betty didn't get a
chance to complain.  Without a lot of fuss and no hesitation to speak of,
Stacy balled her hand into a tight fist and pressed it into Betty's hot
pussy.

   The slack pussy lips spread wide and stretched around Stacy's hand.  The
outer lips hugged her fist and welcomed the new stimulation.  Her inner
lips and the elastic ring of her birth canal spread as well, pulling tight
momentarily as the thickest part of Stacy's hand passed through.  But pass
through it did and really quite easily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Helen smiled back at the two horny men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Stacy began truly fucking the older woman.  With her hand balled in a
fist, she pulled it free of the meaty, dipping orifice and then jabbed
forward again, sinking her hand, wrist and several inches of forearm into
the other woman's body.  She was basically punching Betty's pussy and it
was quickly driving the quivering woman to an explosive climax.

   Helen was forced to release Jared from her mouth.  Even with all her
skill and experience, being jerked around through the air on her husband's
big dick made it impossible for her to deal with Jared's face-fucking. 
Choking and gagging and gasping, she hung limply for a moment, bent over
nearly in half at the waist, her husband's strong hands holding her tightly
to his groin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Thank god they'd proven unfounded.

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

   She looked a lot like a cat cleaning herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Well, they had actually.  But not recently.

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

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

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

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

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

   Stacy started to lose focus a bit.  Her free hand was once again rubbing
and probing her steaming sex.  She was vaguely aware that it had been too
long since her last orgasm.

   She was no longer sucking on Helen's near tit...  her moth now hung open
dumbly as the two over-heated women twiddled and pulled on each other's
peaks while Jared looked on, his hips always in motion.

   Stacy was staring at Helen's face as she began pinching the other woman
harder and harder.  Helen matched each squeeze, watching the younger woman
as she did so.

   Stacy's delicate nipple was beginning to throb and sting.  She liked
having her tits played with gently, softly.  She had been known to vocally
object to any sort of mistreatment.  But clearly, Helen enjoyed the rough
treatment.  It made Stacy want to feel what the other woman was feeling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Time to feed the kitten."
   Boondocker