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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 4: Stacy is torn between her body's pleasure and her fear of
loosing control...

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

   Stacy eagerly answered, "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   But when she was aroused, nothing else mattered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Stacy kept it up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Stacy looked over at him.  "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Stacy's response was an uncertain "Ummm".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "You are the Queen, mam".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "And?" Helen asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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