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 This is a work of fiction.  It contains explicit descriptions of sexual
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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.



   Stacy Lancaster was working on her makeup when she heard her husband's
cell phone ring.  She didn't think anything of it.  She was a bit
preoccupied.

   Stacy usually didn't wear makeup.  Even at work where she was an office
manager she only wore a little lipstick and skipped that half the time. 
She had become reasonably proficient with blush and eye-shadow,
occasionally using it in moderation for important business events.

   This evening, she was going for a different effect and had spent the
last hour trying to get it right.  She didn't want to look like a hooker...
not a cheap one anyway.

   In an odd way, the last hour of focus interspersed with frustration and
occasional amusement at her results had had a calming effect on her.  She'd
been nervous about this night for the last week.  She was about to meet
some of her husband's friends for the first time.  Some of the people he
had known in his life before they married.

   Swingers.

   Stacy usually felt silly using the word.

   For the past week the twenty-six year old woman had careened wildly
between being nervous to the point of nausea and being uncontrollably
horny. The last hour had managed to take her mind off that for a bit.  But,
she was finally satisfied with her face.  She thought she had managed give
her plain but clear, slightly round-looking face a bit of structure and
maybe a little exotic allure.  She pouted at the reflection in the mirror,
trying to plump up her usually thin lips.

   Her husband came into the bathroom.  He was already dressed in a dark
blue shirt and classic beige slacks.  She turned to him.  "Well, what do
you think?"

   Jared's response wasn't encouraging.  "Uh...  love the dress.  I've
always liked that dress." She was wearing her black dress with the deep
back and the plunging neckline.  It was a little longer and probably cut
looser than the classic "little black dress" but it hung from her slightly
wide, square frame nicely.  The open back displayed her pale, shapely back
to excellent effect.  She couldn't wear a bra with it...  which was part of
its attraction for her husband.

   "I know you like the dress.  That wasn't what I meant." She raised an
eyebrow at him.  Was he squirming?

   He changed the subject.  "That was Frank on the phone."

   Oh.  Frank and Helen Pollard were the couple they were...  meeting
tonight.  "Is something wrong?"

   Jared looked a bit uncomfortable.  He had wanted the night to go well
but a snag had cropped up.  "Helen can't make it.  Frank says she's going
to be stuck in surgery all night." Helen was a forty-five year old heart
surgeon.  Her husband was three years older and a researcher at the same
hospital.

   "Oh no!  So they have to cancel?" Stacy was surprised at just how
disappointed she was at the prospect of their plans falling through.  After
all the anxiety and fantasies and...

   Jared read the disappointment in his wife.  Hopefully she would be happy
with the solution Frank had come up with.  "No.  Frank said we could still
get together." Stacy scowled.  She had really wanted another woman there...
they had decided on an older couple because Jared thought it would be less
awkward for his wife.  Jared continued before Stacy could vent her
dissatisfaction.  "But it won't just be the three of us.  Frank called
another friend...  a woman we've both known quite a while.  She said she'd
be happy to join us."

   Stacy just sat there, not knowing what to think.  She had never met
Helen so it wouldn't really matter to her if the woman was some other
person.  Would it?  "Who is it?"

   "I'm pretty sure I've told you about her before.  It's Betty Sutton. 
Uh, I think she's thirty-five or six or something..." Jared trailed off
waiting for his wife to respond.

   Stacy was thinking.  Her husband had often told her of his adventures in
swinging and the people he had been with.  It never failed to excite her.
But he had also confessed to her that he thought that a lot of swingers
were kind of wrong in the head...  damaged goods trying to disguise one
brand of misery or another with sex.  Not all of them, but enough that it
had eventually turned Jared off the experience.  But Jared had vouched for
the Pollards, telling his wife that they were just mature people who were
comfortable in their relationship and loved sex.

   "Isn't Betty the one you said kind of burned out for a few years?"

   "Right," her husband replied.  "She was kind of messed up in her
twenties.  She says she started to hate herself.  So, she was out of
circulation for a number of years.  Betty says she was even celibate for a
while." Jared realized his description wasn't helping matters.  "But she's
in a much better place now and, you know, has her act together.  She
started showing up at parties again once in a while about the time I got
started."

   "And Frank called her?  Are they close?"

   Jared shrugged.  "I guess.  It's hard to tell with these things.  But I
think Betty is a good choice.  She really has everything in perspective
now. I think you'll like her."

   "Of course, you haven't seen any of these people for four or five years,
right?"

   "Well, yeah.  But I talked with Frank and Helen for quite a while, we
sort of caught up." He stopped talking.  He had run out of words and his
wife was looking almost scared now.  He had watched her through the highs
and lows of the last week and this was a definite low.  He knelt by her in
front of the mirror and placed his hands on her shoulders.  "Honey, you
know there's absolutely no pressure on you.  If you want to back out, I
won't say a word.  We can wait for another time or just forget the idea
completely.  But you know I'm going to watch out for you.  These are good
people and you know what?  They are both very good at making women like you
cum their ass off."

   Stacy laughed, sputtering through her lips.  Well, she did trust her
husband's judgment.  And she was really really fond of getting fucked. 
"Okay, Frank and Betty it is then." She looked him square in the face. 
"Now, buster, what do you think of my makeup."

   Jared pulled away.  "Uh...  well, we should be leaving pretty soon.  Can
you wash that stuff off and put your usual office-meeting face on in the
next ten minutes?"

   Stacy opened her mouth at him, her eyes wide in shock.  Her husband
retreated to the doorway.  They were always honest with each other and not
prone to playing "does this dress make me look fat?" games but, well, she
really thought the makeup had turned out pretty well.  She turned back to
the mirror.  "It's not that bad, is it?" She thought she looked fine.

   "No, not bad.  I wouldn't say bad.  It's just...  not as good.  Really
honey, the dress is great and we do want to look nice for the dinner and
all but..." he trailed off again.  "I think you need more practice with
that stuff.  Actually I think it's pretty cool that you're not the kind of
woman that covers her face in paint.  I want you to be yourself, maybe more
so tonight than any other night." He stopped talking, holding his breath.

   Stacy grabbed a hairbrush and flung it at him.  He fled, but laughed as
he did so.  The burning in her eyes as she glared at him had held a lot
more mirth than anger.  "Fuck you, you little shit!" She yelled at him. 
Her husband continued laughing.  "It's not funny.  I think it looks fine.
Better than fine!"

   Realizing that his wife wasn't really mad, Jared grabbed his cell phone.
"No, wait hon.  Hold on a sec.  Let me get a picture before you take it
off." He was holding the camera lens up towards her.  "Come on babe, smile
for the camera."

   She snarled at him as she buried her face in a wash cloth.  "Beat it you
nitwit, before I throw something bigger at you."

   Jared did as he was bid.



   It was less than ten minutes later when Stacy walked into the living
room where Jared was pretending to read the paper.  "Well, better?"

   Her husband looked up.  He smiled.  "Yes.  You look like my wife now."
He let his eyes scan her delectable form.  "And I am a lucky, lucky man."

   "And don't you forget it." Stacy was not runway material.  Her
five-foot-eight frame gave a slightly stocky impression.  Her shoulders and
hips were broad, her waist less so but by no means wasp-like.  She kept her
dull brown hair on the short side and refused to color it.  But her creamy
white skin was flawless and what her body lacked in blatant curves it made
up for in firm, sleek lines.

   Jared rose and took her into his arms.  He noted that she was wearing
her two-inch heals, the highest she owned.  This made her slightly taller
than he as they were virtually identical in height.  He kissed her on the
lips, gently but with feeling.  He felt tension in her body.

   Releasing her, Jared picked up a small overnight bag.  "Ready to go?"

   "As ready as I'll ever be.  What's in the bag?"

   "Nothing important.  Just some basic essentials."

   "Oh...kay.  Should I be bringing anything?"

   Jared shook his head, "Nope, I've got it all taken care of.  Come on, we
don't want them to have to wait."

   Stacy was quite during the drive.  Jared tried to sneak occasional
glances at his wife's breasts.  The firm, perfectly-shaped B-cups were a
very reliable barometer of her mood.  When aroused, her areloae protruded
dramatically.  And he knew from experience that the dress she was wearing
tonight would allow their shape to show through enticingly.  But right
then, her nubs appeared to be flat.  Whatever was going through his wife's
mind had her more anxious than aroused.

   Well, there would be time for that later.

   The restaurant was Italian, nice but not extravagant.  It was dim but
each table was bathed in a pool of warm light.  When Jared inquired about
the Pollard party, they were told that the other couple had already been
seated.  They followed a waitress to their table.

   Jared watched his wife as they approached the table.  She was obviously
anxious to meet the people she would soon be intimate with and just as
obviously trying not to show it.  Jared was used to understated confidence
from his wife...  seeing her nervous and uncertain (and knowing the cause)
was kind of exciting in its own right.

   Betty and Frank were sitting next to each other at a round table for
four, heads bent close to each other in quiet conversation.  Betty was a
classic aging beauty...  or aging sex pot if you prefer.  Long blond hair
extended half way down her back and was dark at the roots.  She was a large
woman, nearly six feet tall and built thickly.  Her dark blue dress was
rather conservative but couldn't conceal her ample breasts.  Her face was
made-up no more heavily than Stacy's though it arguably could have used
more help.  She had certainly been pretty once and was still attractive but
there were signs of wear.  Probably more wear than most women her age,
former beauties or otherwise.  Fortunately, that wear was not evident in
the wide, genuine smile that spread across it when she spied Jared
approaching.  She nudged Frank, "There they are."

   Frank was a tall, square man.  He looked more like a ranch hand than a
medical researcher.  His skin was tanned and weathered looking, his full
head of black hair was gray at the temples and his face had a rough look to
it.  The total effect was one of rugged masculinity; mature but virile.  He
rose to shake Jared's hand, "Jared, so good to see you.  And Stacy.  We've
heard quite a bit about you."

   Stacy blushed predictably.  Given the circumstances, she knew full well
what sort of description Jared had provided...  he would have been quite
explicit.

   "Thank you.  I've heard quite a bit about...  well, a lot of things
too." The older couple chuckled.  Jared held a chair for his wife and they
both sat down.

   The dinner was quite and rather uneventful.  The restaurant was small
and the neighboring tables close; they were all reserved in the topics of
their conversation.  They talked about careers and recent vacations.  And
they all spent time studying one another.  Stacy found herself blushing
several times as she realized how closely all three of her companions were
watching her.

   In due course, the meal was finished.  Betty and Jared had had some wine
and Frank a cocktail.  Stacy stuck with ice-tea as she had never been fond
of the taste or effects of alcohol.  Regardless, everyone stayed more or
less sober.  And finally, it was time to leave.

   As they exited the restaurant together, Betty suggested that she ride
with the younger couple and take an opportunity to get to know Stacy. 
Jared agreed and Stacy nodded nervously.  Frank waved goodbye and told them
to let him have a head start...  he'd get the house opened up and ready for
company.

   At the car, Betty placed a hand on Stacy's shoulder.  "Why don't we
girls ride in back and let stud-muffin here be our chauffeur?" Stacy
acquiesced and the two women settled in next to one another.

   After the car was underway, Betty took the younger woman's hand in a
clasp of concern.  "Are you doing okay honey?"

   Stacy nearly stuttered as she tried to respond.  "I'm fine.  Nervous, I
guess."

   "I can see that.  You know, I was thrilled when Frank called and told me
what you all had planned for tonight.  Jared was always one of my favorite
partners."

   Stacy smiled, trying to settle her nerves.  "I guess he used to cut a
pretty wide swath."

   Betty smiled back, bouncing their hands on her knee.  "He most certainly
did.  But I wanted to talk to you before things kicked off tonight.  Are
you really okay?  Do you think you're going to be happy with what happens
tonight?  That's what I want for you and I'm sure that's what Jared is
hoping for." Jared could hear the women clearly but chose to remain silent.

   "Oh, yes.  I mean, it seems like I've been thinking about this sort of
thing for my entire life.  I just don't know if I really believed it would
ever happen..."

   Betty gently kept the pressure on.  "But you're just nervous, right? 
Not scared or angry or anything?"

   Stacy shook her head adamantly.  "No.  I want this to happen.  I mean,
I'm nervous now but over the past week or so, I've been getting crazy horny
about it."

   "That's good to hear.  What I've heard third hand is that crazy horny is
a pretty good description for you.  I'm glad you and Jared found each
other.

   "Me too."

   Jared felt obligated to interject.  "Damn straight."

   Betty's concerned features softened and a bit of mischief shaded her
expression.  "So Stacy, did your husband tell you what we woman used to
call him?"

   Stacy shook her head, "No, I don't think so."

   "The L-M-S."

   Jared turned his head briefly to look at Betty.  "I remember hearing
that but never knew what you meant."

   "Oh, poor dear.  Well, it's probably for the best." She paused, drawing
out her answer.  "I'm sure your wife will understand.  It meant `Last Man
Standing.'"

   Stacy tried to cover a laugh, sputtering through her hands.  Then she
gave up and laughed out loud.  "Yeah, that sounds about right.  I mean, I
don't have tons of experience but Jared has never left me hanging like a
lot of other guys did."

   "Exactly girl.  Your man is amazing.  And I mean, he was almost always
literally the last man standing.  Well of course, standing isn't really the
right word.  His legs give out before his cock does." Stacy sputter-laughed
again.

   "You're making me blush." Jared said.  "And you're also making me very
hard."

   Betty shook her head.  "Cut the crap, Jared.  I saw your hard bulge when
you walked into the restaurant.  You've been hard the entire time." Jared
didn't deign to respond.

   The older woman studied Stacy again.  "You're looking better." Stacy
shrugged and nodded.

   Jared tried to peer at something through the rear-view mirror.  "Check
out her nipples.  When she puffs up like the top of a soufflé, you know
she's in the mood."

   Betty giggled and craned her head around to look at the younger woman's
charms.  "Oh really?  Hmm...  why yes, I do believe I see some life."
Without hesitation, she pushed a hand in through the plunging neck of
Stacy's dress and cupped one pert mound.  "Oh yes, there's definitely some
swelling there." Stacy shuddered briefly but didn't move to pull away.  "Oh
wow Jared.  Too bad you missed that.  I felt goose bumps and her nipple
throbbed under my hand.  She really is hot to trot."

   "That's my bride.  And here we are.  There's Frank's house."

   Betty released her breast and Stacy tried to control her breathing.  In
short order, her nervousness had vanished to be replaced by overpowering
lust.  Stacy had always had a sort of sideways appreciation for the
sexuality of other women.  She was not attracted to them directly but the
sight of beautiful women had always led Stacy to imagine how a man would
react to them.  In that way, she had sometimes, under the right
circumstances, become aroused by the sight of other women.  But this was
different.  The immediate prospect of making love to another woman...  or
at least making love in the company of another woman...  was flooding her
senses with a roar of expectation.  Amazingly, she felt her mouth water and
her pussy throb.  Before Stacy had time to fully absorb what was happening
and react to it, they had parked and Betty had already gotten out of the
car.  Otherwise, Stacy would likely have flung herself on top of the other
woman in much the same manner as she had her husband so many times before.

   ****



   Betty opened the door to the Pollards' house without knocking.  The
Pollards were a very successful couple and the house reflected this.  Betty
led the younger pair through a foyer and into the front living room. 
"Frank?  We're here, babe." The little group moved into the room.

   Stacy looked around.  The room was quite large and open.  Two walls were
lined with multiple couches and over-stuffed chairs and a couple ottomans.
The front wall was dominated by a large picture window, its heavy drapes
firmly shut.  The largest TV screen Stacy had ever seen outside of a store
or a stadium hung from the final wall.

   She also didn't overlook the thick and well padded carpet.  "Nice
place."

   "Thanks.  It was designed for entertaining." Frank replied as he walked
into the room.  He had changed his cloths.

   Stacy was taken slightly aback although she knew she really shouldn't
be. Frank was now wearing a dark-green satin robe that extended down to
mid-thigh.  It had not been tied shut and beneath it he wore matching silk
boxers.  His chest was bare, very broad and covered in a light coat of
grizzled black hairs.  The smile he directed at her was warm and
understanding and not at all predatory...  though there was a gleam in his
eyes that might have been.

   Despite his age, Frank Pollard was definitely someone Stacy could let
herself feel attracted to.  The butterflies that had repopulated her
stomach as she entered the house changed the pattern of their dance from
nervousness to eagerness.

   However, right at that moment she was speechless.

   She felt Betty slide up behind her and rest her hands on her shoulders.
She also sensed her husband drift off to the side as if seeking a better
vantage point.

   Betty was considerably bigger than Stacy; the taller woman's nose just
rising above the crown of her head.  The larger woman grasped Stacy in what
was no doubt meant to be a reassuring manner and addressed Frank.  "Well
Frank, eager as always I see." She gently guided Stacy closer to the tall,
older man.

   "I don't know about always but I do have high hopes for tonight." He
replied, his eyes roaming over Stacy's body.

   Very quietly, though both men could probably hear, Betty whispered in
her ear.  "We can slow down if you want." She let her hands begin to drift
down the trembling younger woman's body.  "But I don't think you want to."
Then she licked Stacy's earlobe.

   Both men watched as the older woman's hands explored Stacy's body.  One
hand slid down to her hip while the other crossed over her body to embrace
her stomach.  For a moment or two they stayed there, gently stroking Stacy
through her dress.

   Stacy's own hands were balled up at her sides, her entire posture stiff.
But her face was flushed with excitement and here nostrils flared, signs
Jared recognized as arousal.

   The men remained silent and watching as Betty continued to feel up the
younger woman.  One hand began gather up the fabric of her dress, trying to
make its way under the skirt.  The other repeated its journey through the
dress's neckline to cup a breast.  "Oh, you are such a pretty little thing.
Jared was right, these tits are just perfect."

   Her right hand gave up trying to find its way under the dress.  She also
withdrew her left and returned them both to Stacy's shoulders.  The younger
woman didn't have long to wonder what would happen next.  Betty gently
smiled in Frank's direction.  "You just have to see these."

   Betty pulled the dress's shoulders away from Stacy's body and slid them
down her arms.  The loose and open garment simply fell away from her body,
leaving her exposed with nothing but her panties on.  Somehow, this act
released a lot of the tension in Stacy's body.  A final shudder passed
through her body.  Her hands relaxed and she shifted into a more
comfortable posture, one leg slightly bent at the knee.  She made no move
to cover herself but stared directly into Frank's eyes.

   Jared noted the change in his wife and celebrated silently.  He
recognized the signs and knew that his wife had surrendered control to her
passion.  He found himself holding his breath, waiting to see how she would
express it.

   Frank was drinking in the vision before him.  While not a tiny woman,
Stacy seemed quite petite standing in front of Betty.  Form-fitting
sky-blue panties hugged her loins, her light brown bush visible as a
shadow. Her skin was pale and flawless save for a pink flush rising across
her chest and up her neck.  Stacy's stomach was not an image of flat, toned
perfection but its slight softness only served to deepen the shadow of her
inviting navel.

   Stacy's breasts were modest but everything that had been promised. 
Above they were smooth slopes of snowy perfection.  Beneath, they were
rounded and firm.  Each mound was crowned by delicate pink areolas which
were currently swollen into dramatic domes.  Minute peaks similar to goose
bumps ringed each and in the center, a tightly swollen little nipple, red
with focused passion.

   Frank actually stared for several long heartbeats.  When his eyes
finally rose, he was greeted by a crooked little smile from the young
woman. The nervous, trembling girl seemed to be gone.  A lock of hair hung
before her left eye as her gaze seized is.  They were rather ordinary
looking really, just a simple dark brown, but somehow they conveyed a depth
of lust that promised the world.

   Stacy moved away from Betty and gracefully stepped out of the pool of
her dress as well as her shoes.  She made a show of working her toes into
the soft carpet and sighed gently.  Then she approached Frank.

   He was nearly a full head taller than Stacy.  Her breasts came to rest
at the base of his rib cage and her nose was even with the boney cup at the
base of his throat.

   She let the tips of her tits brush his skin.  Her right hand danced
along his waist inside the robe, gently running her fingernails along his
flank.  Her other hand began tracing lines through his chest hair.

   "Is this what you want Frank?  Do you like what you see?" Her voice was
casual and innocent.  Her right hand was slowly moving closer to the front
of his boxers.  "Fresh meat.  Is that what you're so eager for?" Frank
didn't have any response.

   Her hand found his cock through the silky material.  She stroked it
gently and then cupped it.  It was still mostly soft but she felt it pulse
and stir under her hand.  She made a noise deep in her throat.  "Hmmm,
Jared promised me a big one.  It feels nice." It was Frank's turn to
tremble.  The experienced swinger had been taken off guard by Stacy's
sudden show of seductive confidence.  She continued to speak in a quiet,
conversational voice that somehow seemed seductive and inviting.

   "Well, I guess I am fresh meet to you.  But you do understand that I'm
not a virgin, right?" She continued to stroke him.  "I've been around the
block enough times to know what I like...  what I need.  I like meat too."

   She released Franks cock and turned her back to him.  Taking hold of his
forearms, she guided his hands to her tits.  Instinctively he began to cup
and rub them.  "That feels nice.  Do you like the way my tits feel, Frank?"

   "Yeah, they're great." Was all he could think to say and that came out
as little more than a croak.

   "I'm glad you like them.  If you're gentle, you can pinch my nipples.  I
like that." Frank did so, treating them with care.  He had been with women,
including his own wife, that liked it rough but knew that most favored the
soft approach.  "Oh that feels so fucking good.  I think I am going to like
you Frank.  You know how a treat a woman."

   She let him pleasure her for a little while longer, her soft mounds
engulfed in his large hands.  She glanced at her husband and noticed his
rapt attention.  Then she focused on Betty.  The older woman was still
fully dressed and had a fascinated look on her face.  The two women made
eye contact briefly and Stacy gave her a wink and then that crooked smile
was back.

   Stacy's hand snuck behind her back and found Frank's cock again.  "Well,
lover, it feels to me like you're about ready to give me what I need."

   "I will give you anything you want."

   "That's sweet." She again paused as if in though.  "But you know, that
brings something else to mind.  I already told you I've been around a
bit..." She let her words trail off as her eyes settled on Betty.  "But I
confess, I've never fooled around with another woman before."

   Without warning she ducked between Frank's hands and quickly but
gracefully closed on the older woman.  Without hesitation, she pressed her
body against her and encircled her arms around her waist.  "Can I fool
around with you, Betty?" Her hand found the zipper to the older woman's
dress and began to lower it.

   "I like you girl.  I think I like you a lot." The older woman began to
shuck the dress.  "You've got style.  And even though it might be just a
bit cruel to leave Frank hanging like that, sometimes we have to remind
these men who's boss."

   Stacy's hands were busy.  As the dress lowered, they fastened themselves
to Betty's large breasts.  They were encased in a bra of black lace and red
satin, each substantial globe held high in its cup.  Stacy squeezed then
and jiggled them.  "I've never worried about the size of my tits much, but
these are pretty awesome."

   Betty worked her feet free of the dress and reached behind her back to
release her bra.  "Oh honey, ten years ago they were awesome." She sighed
as the clasp released and the flesh of her breasts flowed forward and
downward.  "Now look at them."

   Still in panties, garters, stockings and heals, Betty was nude from the
waist up.  Stacy could see that her hips were very well fleshed but had not
gotten out of control.  And no doubt the older woman wished for a more
defined waist.  But if not actually beautiful, Betty was still definitely
desirable and Stacy recognized all the traits that made men lust for a
woman.

   The more experienced woman's breasts had indeed fallen significantly
when the support of the bra was removed.  They hung heavily, the nipples
pointed downward.  Stacy examined her new friend's bosom, feeling the flesh
shift beneath her hands.  "I bet they still turn men into drooling idiots."

   Betty chuckled.  "Well, yes.  But that's no great feat." Her laughter
sent ripples across her chest.  She let the younger woman handle her tits
for a minute or so and then moved her forcefully to one of the couches. 
"Come on, off with those panties and let's all see that pussy."

   Stacy wriggled out of her panties without much fanfare and plopped down
onto the couch.  A moment later, her husband sat down next to her, grinning
like an idiot.  He was still fully dressed.  She chose to ignore him.

   Betty knelt in front of the other woman and used her hands to spread her
legs.  "As should come as no surprise to anyone in this room, you have a
lovely snatch, honey." She gently brushed the thatch of light brown hair as
if petting it.  "Soft and curly, just the way it should be." She stroked
her hand down along the slit.  "And wetter than a dog's nose."

   "Hey," Stacy responded with mock offense, "I don't think I like that
comparison!"

   "Tough.  Now scoot forward so I can get in there.  I'm going to show you
how a woman can, as you said, give you what you need." As Stacy scrunched
forward, the older woman addressed Jared, "Why don't you show your wife
that you love her while I show her what I love."

   With that prompting, Stacy deigned to notice her husband.  She turned to
him, smiling softly.  Silently, she mouthed the words "Thank you".  Her
husband bent to kiss her strongly, their tongues meeting in a familiar game
of tag.  With one hand, he cupped a breast, gently twisting her nipple.

   Betty watched the exchange briefly before sinking her face into the
delicate folds of the younger woman's damp grotto.  Stacy trembled as the
experienced slut planted her first gentle kiss on the mound above her clit.
Stacy's arms gripped her husband's head tightly as she assaulted his mouth
with greater force.

   Betty ran a couple fingers down Stacy's slit.  It was damp and swollen
with arousal.  Gently with one fingernail, she tickled the skin at the base
of the slit, just at the entrance to Stacy's honey hole.  Stacy growled
softly into her husband's mouth.

   Betty pulled away momentarily and grabbed Stacy's thighs, pulling her
closer and presenting the young snatch at a better angle.  Then she reached
under and around her new friend's thighs until she could press her palms on
Stacy's pale abdomen, her thumbs resting in the soft thatch at the base of
her stomach.  Cunt now properly positioned, Betty dove forward.

   Frank had moved closer to the action, gently stroking his now fully
engorged member through his boxers.  He watched the lady swinger spear her
tongue as deep as it would go into the younger woman's eager pussy.  Stacy
gasped, finally pulling away from her husband's mouth.  She stared
wide-eyed at the top of Betty's head as the bleached blond skillfully
explored the contours of Stacy's sex with her tongue.  Jared turned to
watch as well though he split his attention between Betty's demonstration
of proper muff diving and the expressions crossing his wife's face.

   "Oh fuck, that feels unbelievable." Stacy's voice was horse with lust.
Betty had pressed her face forcefully into her muff, her nose buried in her
slit and her tongue probing deep into Stacy's inner passage.  When Betty
smiled in response to Stacy's exclamation, the younger woman could feel the
movement of her lips and cheeks.  A shuddering sort of chuckle shook
Stacy's body.  "Jared promised me that you people would make me cum my ass
off."

   As if taking that as a cue, Betty's hands descended onto Stacy's
clitoris.  Her eyes locked on the little nubbin only an inch or two away.
Both the hood and the clit itself were quite small but it throbbed with
excitement as her talented fingers went to work.  As she strummed it like a
guitar string, Stacy gasped again and jumped.  "Oh fuck yes.  Make me cum."

   Both men were watching the young woman's body with focused lust.  Stacy
showed no inhibitions as she reacted to the older slut's assault.  As Betty
slurped and probed Stacy's nether regions with her mouth and tongue, her
broad, long-fingered hands twisted and rubbed her clit and played with her
thick pussy lips.  It was a full court press and Stacy was reacting almost
violently.  Jared pulled back a few inches to watch his wife tremble and
thrash on the couch, tension building in her body.  Her stomach crunched
tightly, her tits were swollen and a flush extended from her chest to the
roots of her hair.  She began to pant.

   Jared smiled as his wife's exclamations became louder and dirtier. 
Earlier in the night he had quietly let her know that nasty talk was
strongly encouraged.  While not entirely involuntary or instinctive, Stacy
had always liked to indulge in a certain amount of...  forceful language.
It always managed to arouse her to even greater heights and seemed to stoke
her husband's fires as well.  "God damn it you bitch, make me cum.  Eat my
fucking pussy."

   Stacy broke off as her panting overwhelmed her ability to talk and she
was reduced to grunts.  Betty could tell that she was very close to popping
off and the younger woman's talk had gotten to her.  This little woman was
definitely a slut at heart and deserved all the pleasure she could possibly
handle.

   Stacy cried in dismay as Betty briefly pulled her mouth away from her
hole but then screamed in ecstasy a second later as the older woman speared
her cunt deeply with two long fingers from her right hand.  She hooked her
fingers upward as if trying to press against her clit from the inside.

   As Betty attacked her sex with both hands, the building wave of ecstasy
within Stacy crashed down in climax.  Stacy let herself wail and scream and
her orgasm wracked her body.  In truth, it wasn't actually one of her
strongest climaxes but the swinger had been able to bring her off a lot
faster than she would have believed possible.

   Jared too recognized the signs of what was for his wife a moderately
powerful orgasm.  She had a broad range, from pleasurable little sighs to
earth shattering cataclysms that left her in a daze.  Stacy's panting and
grunts indicated something a little better than mid-range.  Jared also knew
that this meant that in a matter of about half a minute, his wife was going
to be desperate for more stimulation.  That was what made his wife such an
amazing fuck.  The more she came the hornier she got and the hornier she
got, the more aggressive and uninhibited she was.

   Of course, that was only a good thing if you could keep up with her
demands.

   Betty's hands were covered with the little slut's juices.  As Stacy's
orgasm subsisted, Betty sat back on her heals.  "That was pretty wild.  You
taste delicious by the way."

   "I know" Stacy responded.  Betty raised an eyebrow in mild surprise,
both at the matter of fact admission that the woman knew what her own pussy
tasted like and at the calmness in the voice.  The little firecracker
seemed to have recovered quickly.  Betty also noted an alert lustiness in
her eyes.  Those eyes seemed to lock on something and Betty turned to see
what had caught her attention.

   Frank had been impressed by the show but figured things would pause for
a bit.  So he was surprised when Stacy rose fluidly from the couch and
stepped over Betty.  Stacy's eyes were locked on the tent that had been
pitched in his boxers.  Without preliminaries and with no comment beyond a
little grunting sigh of eagerness, Stacy stripped his shorts down his legs,
freeing his cock.

   Jared, her husband of over three years, was not the biggest man Stacy
had ever been with.  Frank's cock, however, was a contender.  As she
gripped his rod at the base, she estimated it to be nearly nine inches
long. It was a proportionally thick, dark-red shaft with only traces of
veins.  Its head was spear-shaped, a little more pointed than most of the
male members she had encountered.  This in particular was a strong contrast
with her husband's cock as it had the most bulbous, dramatically flared
crown she had ever seen.

   Stacy gently stroked the organ for a minute or so, picking up a sheen of
pre-lube as she did.  She seemed to be studying it as a child might a new
toy.  Finally, she kissed its tip and briefly popped its head into her
mouth.  She licked and sucked it gently for a few moments and then released
it.  She stood, looking up into Frank's eyes through her bangs.

   It was probably at this point that the last shred of doubt or concern
fled Stacy's lust-soaked mind.  Her first orgasm of the night had started
something that simply couldn't be stopped.  The reign on her appetite for
sex had been yanked free by her climax and now nothing would get in the way
of what she needed.

   She grinned at him crookedly and reached up to encircle his neck with
her arms.  He bent forward as she opened her mouth to welcome his kiss. 
Frank himself was hesitant at first but the little woman's tongue slithered
past his teeth and began stroking his own as if it owned the place.

   Of their own accord, Frank's hands embraced the pale woman.  A few
moments later Stacy broke the lip lock but kept her face near his.  One
hand briefly descended to touch his cock as if checking to see if it was
still there.  Then it returned to his neck.  She spoke softly, "Are you
ready to give me what I need?  Betty was wonderful and," she licked her
lips, "I really should return the favor later.  But right now, I need
cock."

   Betty had climbed onto the couch and was sitting next to Jared as they
watched the pair.  She worked to help Jared off with his pants but they
both kept their eyes glued to the scene before them.  Stacy shifted her
feet and playfully wiggled her ass like a kitten about to pounce.  Then she
leapt up into Frank's arms.

   Frank had just barely realized what she planned to do in time.  He
braced himself as she jumped and pulled herself to him.  In a single motion
she plunged downwards.  Her hot, open pussy unerringly found its target and
she continued her downward lunge as his cock impaled her.  Without
hesitation and without any sign of discomfort, Stacy took his entire length
and her pelvis impacted the root of his cock with considerable force. 
Without conscious though, Frank's hands met her backside as she bottomed
out.  They paused, Frank in shock and Stacy silently reveling in ecstasy.
Frank's massive tool had opened her up and filled her tightly.  It was
exactly what she needed.  She leaned back, stretching her body and neck in
an arch until she could see Betty and Jared on the couch.  "Oh god.  Now
that's a cock." She hung back like that for a moment or two, watching her
husband's reaction.  He was the least stunned of the three...  his wife's
methods of getting what she wanted were no mystery to him...  but even he
was surprised at her aggression.

   She pulled her body back in against Frank's broad chest.  She felt the
hair there and rubbed her sensitive breasts across the prickling strands.
"Now fuck me.  I need to be fucked long and hard.  Make me cum over and
over again."

   Frank's pride as an experienced swinger demanded action.  This little
woman was displaying a confidence that stunned him and a hunger that
aroused him.  "That's exactly what you're going to do you little slut.  My
big cock is going to pound your cunt right through this fucking floor."

   Holding the young woman's body firmly to his, still bottomed out on his
long cock, Frank managed to drop to his knees without falling over or
breaking anything.  He laid her down on the thick-padded carpet, kissing
her quickly but deeply.  Then he sat back slightly and surveyed the sight
before him.  Stacy's hair was in disarray and her eyes were wide and
intent. There was a hint of challenge in her smirk.

   Even laying on her back, Stacy's small breasts stood proud, their tips
swollen with arousal.  Below, Frank saw his own thick cock protruding from
her light brown bush.  Through it, her deep pink pussy lips were plainly
visible, open wide around his meat.  Both he and Stacy could feel his cock
jerk and throb in arousal.

   Stacy was impatient and Frank was taking too long to appreciate her
charms.  "I hope that big cock of yours of good for something besides just
sitting there." She squeezed his meat with her internal muscles, once again
surprising the swinger.  Her pussy had a powerful grip that promised to
milk him for everything he was worth.

   "I'll show you what a big fat cock is good for" he answered, allowing a
little anger to enter his voice and also drive his actions.  This little
cunt wanted to challenge him?  He'd show her a thing or two.

   He pushed her legs back towards her shoulders and pinned them back there
as he placed his hands to either side of her head.  He slowly pulled his
meat from her depths.  He went far enough that his head actually popped out
of her hole but he left it there, nestled against the entrance.  Then he
plunged back into her depths, burying himself all the way.  God she was
tight.  And wet and pliable and deep and eager and welcoming.  Their groins
slapped together.  He pulled out again and repeated the process.

   "Now we're talking," Stacy exclaimed, her voice breaking once as Frank
hit bottom again.  She saw the swinger looking down at her body as he
fucker her.  She grabbed at her own tits, squeezing them into taller peeks
and pointing them at Frank.  "God I'm so fucking horny.  Make me cum.  You
gott'a make me cum or I'll just go nuts."

   It was at about that time that Betty and Jared arrived at the scene. 
Jared led the now-nude, curvaceous woman over to the other pair and laid
her down beside his wife.  Eyes intent on the coupling duo, he spread
Betty's thick thighs wide, echoing his wife's position.  He exchanged a
happy, horny glance with Betty and plunged his cock into her.

   In his swinging days, Jared had been best known for his staying power.
But the women he serviced also appreciated other qualities he brought to
the party.  Aside from being friendly and attentive to their needs, his
cock was exceedingly pleasing.  He wasn't the largest guy around...  his
cock was just a little over seven inches long which was more than adequate
but not what could be called huge.  And his shaft was probably a bit on the
thin side.  However, Jared's cock head swelled enormously out from his
shaft, seemingly two sizes too big.  Aside from bringing a little extra
stretching action to a woman's nether lips, the dramatically raised ridge
his large head sported rippled along their channels in unusual and pleasing
ways.

   Betty cried out in joy as he plunged into her.  "Welcome back Jared!"

   For several long minutes, grunts and wet squelches and the slap of
colliding bodies were the only sounds in the room.  Both men fucked the
women steadily.  Stacy had been primed by the orgasm she experienced at the
hands of Betty while the older woman had been deeply aroused by the
performance of the younger woman.  Their powerful, experienced lovers were
driving each toward climax.

   Stacy's hot, wet vice was also working its magic on Frank.  Her powerful
muscles milked his big piece of meat in a way that made his own climb to
orgasm impossible to resist.

   Frank changed tactics.  He let her legs fall down to her sides.  Keeping
the head of his cock lodged in her sex, he stepped each leg to the outside
of hers and then coaxed her legs together.  Her thighs squeezed together
around his manhood.  He shifted his body forward, pressing his shaft
against the bead of her clit.  He pushed deeply into her once again, sawing
his dick against her little bundle of joy.  "Oh fuck, guy.  You've got me
stretched so good.  That's right, work my clit." Stacy wrapped her arms
around him and screamed into his face.  "Make me cum god damn it!"

   Frank withdrew part way and then pounded himself back into the young
woman.  Where his strokes were forceful before, they became violent now. 
He repeated the pounding lunges over and over again.  "God damn horny
little bitch, you're really going to get it now."

   Jared was being driven wild by his wife's performance.  This was to
Betty's benefit.  Unlike Frank, who now had his wife pressed flat on the
floor, Jared was pushing Betty farther and farther back on her neck.  He
was forced to rise to his feet as he continued pounding the older sluts
sopping pussy.  With each impact of their bodies, a fine spray of her
fluids splashed down onto her.  Jared's hands were locked in a death grip
on her meaty thighs.

   Betty was on the verge orgasm and Jared knew it.  His right hand
released her thigh and reached down to where her massive tits were hanging
into her face.  He slapped one bag of sensitive flesh twice and then a
third time.  Each slap connected broadly with his entire hand, cracking out
loudly.  He buried his cock deeply into her cunt, pressing his groin
against hers.  He stirred her depths with his iron-hard rod.  The fingers
of his right hand latched onto a nipple and pulled.

   Betty went over the edge abruptly, her orgasm sending shivering
convulsions through her body.  She only had a chance to shout "Oh Fuck!"
before she lost the ability to speak.  Jared had to fight her body as it
attempted to stiffen, threatening to push him away.  As her cunt spasms
attempted to milked his cock, he pounded her hard several more times,
driving her through her orgasm.

   Her husband's performance and the uninhibited cries of the woman he was
fucking drove Stacy over the edge of her own climax.  She snarled and her
pussy clamped down on Frank's cock with more strength than her body should
be able to produce.  As a strange, strangled sort of sound slipped out of
the older man's lips, Stacy shouted at him, "Oh god damn it yes.  Oh fuck,
I'm cumming."

   Betty came down from her orgasm and Jared took a moment to rest, letting
her ass fall back down to the carpet and then stretching out across her
body, his hard cock still clasped in the embrace of her cunt.  They both
had time to stare at the climatic events taking place next to them.

   While her pussy convulsed and milked its welcome intruder, the rest of
Stacy's climaxing body seemed to have a mind of its own.  As Frank
attempted to continue fuck the young slut through her orgasm, Stacy's arms
wrapped around his body.  Still in the throes of climax, perhaps given
strength by those rampaging hormones, she forced Frank's legs apart as she
spread her own.  Then, she heaved the big man off her body, rolling with
him as he fell onto his back.

   With his hotly throbbing cock still in the grip of her cunt, Stacy
somehow got her legs clear of his and she straddled his sweating body. 
"You're going to make me cum again you bastard.  Your magnificent cock is
going to make be fucking cum again."

   Stacy began riding the swinger.  Unsatisfied with the movement available
to her from a kneeling position, she stood, briefly releasing Franks
tortured shaft.  It was red and throbbing, glistening with her juices.  She
squatted, balancing briefly with one hand on his chest as she grabbed his
member with the other and pointed it at her open, dripping hole.  "Fuck"
she screamed as she impaled herself on his shaft once more, her ass
slapping loudly against his thighs.  She immediately bounced back up,
riding his cock like a pogo stick.

   Using both hands now for balance, her calves and thighs flexing and
straining, Stacy proceeded to pound the man every bit as violently as he
had fucked her.  She was using every ounce of her weight and strength as
she churned her pussy on his stick.

   Betty and Jared were hypnotized by the spectacle.  They lay in each
other`s arms, bodies still and his cock throbbing in her depths.  The
visuals they were soaking in were nearly as stimulating as any gymnastics
they might spend the time performing themselves.

   Frank was hanging on by a fingernail.  He'd been with women with strong
streaks of domination but they had always been about control.  Their
demands were for obedience.  He'd been with women that were enthusiastic
and fit and eager.  But Stacy was something else.  The demands she was
making of him clearly stemmed from a single thing...  the desire to be
fucked.  For Stacy, it was *all* about the sex.  Cock in pussy.

   Stacy was becoming hyper-stimulated.  Her latest orgasm had still been
throbbing through her body as she re-mounted Frank and she was trying to
push herself straight into her next.  She could tell that Frank was
becoming overwhelmed.  His big cock felt great and some part of her knew
that the performance she had been putting on would have had most men
creaming long ago.  But right then, that didn't matter.  Frank was about to
shoot his wad, damn it, and Stacy needed to get another orgasm out of him.

   She pulled one hand away from his chest and attacked her clit, rubbing
it forcefully.  "God damn it, you need to make me cum!  Grab my tits, fuck
my cunt and make me cum.  Then you can fucking shoot and fill me up."

   Frank grabbed the mad woman's tits.  Fuck the gentle stuff.  He squeezed
them hard.  With one hand, he mauled the meat of one tit while the fingers
of his other hand grabbed at a nipple.  He twisted, having just enough
presence of mind to not squeeze hard enough to actually bruise her... 
probably.

   Stacy came.  She let out a long, guttural scream, flinging her arms
outwards as her body tensed, Frank's grip on her tits holding her upright.
Her tightening pussy milked Franks cock and pulled him along with her.  As
she trembled stiffly and toppled forward across his chest, Frank sent bolt
after bolt of white lightning deep into her cavern.  She felt each surge of
his cock and in response her pussy would answer with a crushing squeeze. 
Each such squeeze held Frank's next bolt back for a fraction of a second,
guaranteeing that each struck with maximum pent-up force.  The effect was
mind-blowing for both.

   Long minutes passed.  Stacy lay across Frank's chest, covered in sweat
and panting deeply.  As her orgasm, her third of the night, slowly faded
she could feel gentle spasms in her pussy still trying to milk his slowly
softening member.  Frank was gasping for air, effectively out of the game
for the foreseeable future.

   Betty's own pussy was bubbling with anticipation.  Jared had yet to cum
and was still hard in her.  Betty had needed the rest; her pussy became
over-sensitive after orgasm and she couldn't tolerate much stimulation. 
Unlike the young woman that had just fucked Frank into the ground, she
couldn't go charging from one climax to the next.  A cool-down time was
good for her...  but she had gotten that and now was fully primed for
another round with Jared's hard cock.

   She pulled Jared's head down to hears and kissed him gently, almost
chastely on the lips.  Then, in a false stage whisper, she told him "I'll
have what she's having".

   Jared's shoulders shook briefly with laughter.  Betty felt his cock move
and swell just a fraction as his attention returned to the woman he was
fucking.  He slowly withdrew himself from her, his rod flipping upward as
it sprang free.  He knelt between her legs as she steepled her knees to
open herself widely for him.  For a moment or two, he explored her sex with
one hand.  Her thick, black beaver was matted with perspiration and other
fluids.  At the top of her cleft, her clitoris stood prominently, wrapped
in its hood like a feather boa.  While his eyes focused on that ultimate
center of female arousal, he let two and then three fingers find their way
into her hot hole.  The wet mouth of Betty's pussy swallowed his fingers,
seeming to suck them in.  He smiled as he felt her muscles contract to grip
the intruders.  He let his fingers gently play with her inner chamber and
then lightly brushed her clit with his thumb.  A soft groan of desire and
contentment escaped her mouth.

   Jared pulled his hand away and settled into position, his thighs pressed
against hers, his cock laying along her slit, pointing out over her clit.
Then he playfully stroked her outer folds with the head of his dick before
seating it in her hole and sliding gently back in to her waiting cavern. 
To all outwards appearances, he had forgotten that his wife was lying
across another man at his side.

   Stacy had forgotten nothing.  She had cum twice on Frank's big dick and
they had been fabulous.  Under normal circumstances, a performance like
that had a chance of sating her appetite for a time.  But having her
husband next to her pleasuring another woman was just too arousing.  She
was still hungry for more and had decided how she was going to get it.

   As her husband slid into Betty, Stacy pulled herself off Frank's soft
but still sizable cock and stood above him.  "Jared, wait a second." The
pair both looked at Stacy questioningly.

   Stacy was staring down at Frank, her expression hard to read.  One hand
gently felt her left breast, still tender from Frank's rough handling.  Her
other hand lightly cupped her beaver.  A gentle, sly smile crossed her face
as two fingers entered her folds and came away with a load of cunt juice
and jizz.  She brought the fingers to her mouth, examined them briefly and
then licked them.  She quickly cleaned her fingers with tongue and lips as
if she had just eaten fried chicken.  Then, in a casual, playful voice she
asked, "Are you hungry, Betty?"

   "Bring that nasty cunt over her, girl, There aren't many things that
taste better than a well fucked pussy."

   Stacy stepped across to the conjoined couple and straddled Betty's head.
She was facing her husband and paused a moment or two to allow him to study
her open, dripping sex.  A rivulet of fluid had begun its journey down her
inner thigh.  With a casual elegance that seemed at the same time both out
of place and natural, she used a couple fingers to gather it up.  Her other
hand settled on her husband's head and tilted it back gently.  She brought
her fingers in close to his face.  "See what you made me do?" her voice
still playful but becoming husky.  His mouth was slack with wonder and she
fed her loaded fingers into it.  "Taste me.  Taste Frank.  This is what
your dirty ways made me do."

   It had been quite a few years since Jared had tasted another man's cum
but this was not the first time.  He had never gotten a thrill out of it
but had also never hesitated to eat a woman after another man had filled
her with his seed.  Well, he hadn't hesitated much after the first time or
two.

   This was different.  This was his wife feeding him the mingled juices of
the lust she had expressed with another man.  He caught her wrist in one
hand, holding her in place.  He licked and sucked at her fingers, moaning
with desire.  He was so very happy, happy with every fiber of his being. 
His lovely, exciting wife was sharing something with him and it was
something far greater than those slippery fluids.  It was a love of sex, a
joy of the body.

   Stacy could see the bliss in her husband's face and was nearly
overwhelmed with love for him.  Betty had said it in the car but had no
idea how right she was.  She was so fortunate to have found Jared...  a
loving, kind, intelligent and sexy man to share joy with.  Passions that
transcended sexual lust threatened to overwhelm her body and her knees grew
week.

   Fortunately, she had the presence of mind to let herself down gently
before she fell over.

   Jared continued to gently suckle her fingers, staring into Stacy's eyes
as she knelt, hovering above Betty's face.  Despite the fact that his
manhood was lodged in another woman's love nest, he felt very close to his
wife at that moment.  She was truly the love of his life.  And even though
right now they were expressing themselves sexually, he knew deep in the
fiber of his being that he and his wife shared a lot more than that.  Their
quite nights watching TV together or working together in the kitchen or the
yard...  simple tasks and quiet interludes shared by two people at peace
with one another.  His wife was smart, sensible and sexy as hell and she
seemed to think he was pretty nice to be with too.

   Both Lancasters felt Betty move beneath them.  She wrapped her arms
around the younger woman's thighs and waist, pulling her still-dripping
snatch down onto her salivating mouth.  At the same time, she lifted her
legs and wrapped them around Jared.  Digging her heals into the flesh of
his ass, she pulled him tightly against her groin and ground herself
against him.

   She grunted softly and let out a long moan.  "Spermy pussy for my mouth
and hard cock for my pussy.  God damn am I glad that Helen couldn't make
it. To think that I was just going to do laundry tonight."

   Stacy shook herself from her reverie as Betty's tongue dug into her
slit, seeking out the goodies Frank had left there.  She grinned at her
husband.  "Fuck her baby." She reached down to grasp Betty's big tits. 
They were spread wide and soft across her chest and Stacy attempted to
gather each one into a hand.  She pushed them together, presenting them to
her husband.  "Fuck this wonderful, nasty slut.  Make her cum.  I want to
feel her shake and hear her moan while I drown her with my cunt."

   Jared pushed against Betty's clasping legs, sliding his shaft back until
only its head remained within her hot hole.  There was tension on his cock
as the crown of its head pulled out gently against the elastic ring at the
entrance to her pussy.

   Stacy's hands were clasping the outside of the older woman's breast,
leaving her nipples and cleavage open and inviting to Jared's attentions.
He reached down and pawed at her peaks, tweaking her nipples and kneading
the flesh of her sensitive tits.  Then he plunged back in to the hilt,
filling her cunt with meat.

   Betty gasped into the folds of Stacy's dripping sex.  The experienced
slut was having the time of her life with this loving young couple.  Jared
was every bit as talented as she remembered and his bride was proving to be
a sex-hungry slut of the highest order.  As Jared began stroking into her
depths at a steady, firm pace, Betty shifted her oral attentions from the
depths of Stacy's honey pot to the hard nubbin of her clitoris at the peak
of her slit.  She pursed her lips to suck on the tiny little thing,
allowing her teeth to scrape across it from time to time.  As she attacked
the other woman's clit, she began pressing a spear of three fingers into
her hole.  Loosened by earlier activity and wet with Stacy's juices,
whatever was left from Frank's hefty deposit and her own saliva, the eager
young twat offered little resistance.

   "Of fuck!" Stacy exclaimed in a horse and trembling voice.  She released
the older woman's breasts and clasped her husband's shoulders, staring him
in the eye.  "She eating me real good.  Pound her Jared.  Fuck her hard and
make her cum."

   Betty had allowed her legs to relax, her senses filled with the
delicious scent and taste of the young slut and the thrusting, throbbing
intrusions of her groom.  Jared hooked his arms under her knees and hauled
her meaty limbs up onto his shoulders, altering his angle of approach.  The
change brought renewed moans from the big woman and Stacy could feel her
entire body vibrate in responses.

   Frank sat on the floor next to the trio, still in a slight daze as he
watched the threesome drive themselves towards climax.  The pale young
woman was grinding herself down on the face of the experienced swinger
while the male member of the triad continued to pound into her sloshing
quim.

   Stacy was trying to watch her husband's cock as it pistonned into
Betty's hole.  She wanted a better look.  She bent forward to hook the
other woman's legs in arms and began pulling them back, forcing Betty
farther onto her shoulders and neck.  Keeping her throbbing pussy planed
across Betty's moth, Stacy shuffled her position slightly and drew the
older woman's hips up far off the ground.

   Jared's cock sprang free as Stacy held Betty's body nearly vertical. 
Juices from her pussy were flung into the air, several drops catching Stacy
in the face.  She giggled and tried to reach some of it that had landed
near the corner of her mouth with her tongue.  Stacy adjusted her grip on
the other woman's body, now encircling her waist in a hug.  She bent her
head down, craning it a bit to reach the other woman's snatch.  Without
hardly even realizing she was about lick another woman's sex for the first
time, she drug her tongue along the length of her slit.  The other woman
tasted very much like her own juices.  She drank down the nectar and then
straightened to face her husband.  Jared had risen to his feet and was
stroking his glistening cock.  "Now let me taste it off of you." She said.

   Jared stepped into position as his wife dug her chin into Betty's
beaver. Betty had let off her attack on the younger woman's sex, waiting
for the next stage of the performance.  She squirmed a bit at the unusual
sensation as Stacy playfully worked her chin across the older woman's
mound. Betty was a bit uncomfortable upside-down on her neck but she was
willing to put up with it to see what would happen.

   Stacy opened her mouth and Jared slid his cock in.  She closed her eyes
and concentrated on the feel and taste of her husband.  She sucked at it
gently for a few moments and then released it.

   Stacy sat there a moment or two, Betty's upside-down body held close to
her own, her husband's cock bobbing just a few inches away.  Shit, she
thought, this isn't really going to work.

   She let Betty's body weight carry them both back down to the floor. 
Then she grabbed the woman's ankles and pulled them back and wide, opening
her up to her husband.  Betty's back was once again flat on the floor and
her hips were just barely raised above it.

   Betty pressed her fingers back into Stacy's pussy, wriggling and flexing
them as she explored the young woman's inner self.  Stacy sighed in
appreciations and gave her husband his marching orders.  "Back in the
saddle stud.  This is it, we're all going to cum our asses off this time."

   Jared lunged forward, nearly jumping as he directed his cock back into
Betty's steaming hole.  He rammed home in a single, violent motion that
moved the entire pile of bodies a couple inches across the thick carpet. 
The resounding slap of colliding flesh was accompanied but a guttural cry
from Betty and her pussy eagerly absorbed the assault.

   Stacy released Betty's legs and her husband caught them in the crook of
each arm.  The young woman's hands found purchase on the buxom slut's ample
tits and she ground her cunt down on the other woman's face.  Her hands
were gripping the pliant tit flesh hard, nearly buried in soft folds of
breast.  It was lucky for Betty that the young woman kept her nails short.

   Stacy's eyes were locked with Jared's, her face distorted by nearly
vicious passion.  "Fuck her hard god damn it.  Make her scream into my
cunt."

   Driven by his wife's passion, Jared pounded away at Betty's heaving
body, rapidly driving her to climax.  Not to be out-done or out-shown,
Betty was hard at work at his wife's nether region, deeply penetrating her
hole with her fingers and treating her clit to successive rounds of
nibbling and sucking.  Stacy was getting close to her fourth orgasm of the
night, panting and heaving and yelling half intelligibly.  "Oh god you
fucking slut, your fucking mouth is going to make cum again.  Fuck her
baby. Screw her lights out."

   Betty started the chain reaction.  Just as Stacy had demanded, the other
woman screamed into her cunt as the older woman's pussy spasmed and clamped
down on Jared's driving rod.  "She's shooting.  You did it, she's fucking
cumming.  Fill her up baby.  CUM!  Fill her cunt with your jizz." Stacy
reached out to her husband with one arm, roughly grabbing his neck as she
yelled at him.  "Fill the cunt up!" Her face was twisted in a snarl of
passion.

   Jared really needed no prompting as Betty's cunt milked his cock.  He
grunted and heaved as his nuts released there long pent-up seed.  He lunged
forward a final time, forcing his erupting cock as deep as it would go.

   With both her partners tumbling through climax and Betty's moans and
heavy, rapid breathing penetrating her pussy, Stacy followed them over the
edge into crashing bliss.  In some quirk of orgasmic release, her own
quaking was silent, her mouth agape and eyes wide as contractions and
shudders careened wildly through her body.  New supplies of pussy juice
dribbled unnoticed across Betty's blissed-out face.

   While Stacy was still riding the plateau of her climax and Betty was
showing signs of descending from hers, Jared withdrew is cock.  It
glistened wetly and its popping emergence from the woman's pussy was
immediately followed by a flow of cum dribbling from her gaping sex. 
Stacy's dazed eyes stared at the sight; her husband's cock just beginning
to lose the throbbing hardness of full arousal, Betty's pubic hair thickly
matted and her nether lips open and inflamed.

   With the hot energy of her orgasm yet to drain completely from her body,
the young woman was drawn to the open sex of the other.  She bent forward,
resting her hands on Betty's thick thighs near her groin.  She stared at
the open folds of pussy, saw the big drops of pearly cum and smelled their
mingled musks.  Stacy laid her face along the upper reaches of the other
woman's slit, barely noticing when Betty jumped as she contacted her large,
swollen clit.  The fingers of one hand dove into the fountain of glorious
cum.  She scooped up the substance and brought it to her mouth quickly like
a child drinking from a bathroom faucet.  She slurped, reveling in the
complex taste and texture of lust.  Then she dove her head down into the
valley between the other woman's legs, seeking with lip and tongue all the
glorious cum her fountain had to offer.

   Stacy was gradually wriggling farther down Betty's body as she craned
her neck and strove to push her face further and further into the other
woman's seeping well.  Stacy's lust addled mind was fixated on the product
the glorious union of this woman and her husband had produced.  She didn't
notice the tone of Betty's yelps and hisses.

   Betty rolled over, carrying the smaller woman with her.  She was briefly
on top of the young slut but continued on, rolling off and away from Stacy
and coming to rest on her back.  "I said stop you crazy cunt.  I can't take
that much stimulation so quickly."

   Stacy's flushed and gleaming face wore a look of confusion.  Her own
pussy was energized; ready for anything.  Sure it was sensitive...  that's
what made sex so great.

   Well, her brain was in no condition to give the mystery any thought. 
She turned away from the panting woman and back to her loving husband.  He
was reclined on his elbows, his dick about half-hard.  That glorious
substance was beginning to dry on it.

   Stacy crawled forward, her eyes locked on the dick she called her own.
Swooping in low like a stalking cat, she locked her mouth on the pliant
member.  The taste was exquisite.  She had about half his shaft in her
mouth, cradling it with her tongue.  She could faintly feel the beating of
his heart.  She stayed that way several minutes, allowing her body to wind
down a bit while gently nursing on her favorite toy.

   Minutes passed in silence.  Betty was still flat on her back, breathing
deeply but steadily.  Frank had slipped his boxers back on and settled down
into one of the deeply padded chairs.  There was a thoughtful and
appreciative look on his face.

   Stacy released her husband's dick, still half-hard.  She crawled her way
up his body and kissed him.  Their lips met in a close but gentle embrace.
Jared let himself down onto the carpet, laying flat with his wife's body
pressed languidly against his own.  They released their kiss and she laid
her head on his shoulder, finally at rest.

   A kind of shock was beginning take hold of Stacy.  What had happened to
her?  What had she just done?  She had never behaved that way before.  She
had never felt that way before.  She had lost control.  Or perhaps, she had
simply let it go.

   Stacy Lancaster was a sober kind of woman.  She was almost always
thoughtful and deliberate in her actions.  On the other hand, she enjoyed
indulging her powerful sex drive when the mood struck her, sometimes
screaming at her husband to fuck her harder and harder even after she had
climaxed a dozen times or more.  And she knew...  or at least assumed... 
that that kind of appetite wasn't normal.  But she had been in control all
those times.  She had learned her husband's limits...  if his amazing
stamina could be called limiting...  and had thrilled in pushing both their
bodies to incredible peaks of pleasure.

   So yes, Stacy could be wild and demanding in her need for sexual
gratification but what had just happened...  it was crazy!  What she had
just done to these two strangers, the way she had attacked them and
demanded satisfaction from them just wasn't like her.  Or at least it had
never been before.

   She lay still across her husband's chest, listening to his heart and
rising and falling with his breath.  She wondered what he was thinking of
her right then.  She gathered up what she could of her will and her wits.
She croaked once, finding herself horse and had to clear her throat. 
Jared's body shook with a chuckle.  Finally she said in a quiet voice, "I
can't believe the way I just acted.  What I just did." She waited for her
husband to respond.

   He didn't leave her waiting long.  "Honey, that was more than I could
even hope for.  You were amazing."

   She raised her head up a bit so she could look his in the eyes.  The
other couple in the room remained silent, allowing the Lancasters to deal
with what had just happened.  Stacy asked her husband.  "You're not upset
or weirded out or anything?  I never thought...  I mean, I didn't intend
to..." She was at a loss for words.  "I just don't know what came over me."

   Jared cupped the back of her head and smiled reassuringly at her.  "You
had fun, hon.  That's all it was; we all had fun.  You don't feel ashamed,
do you?  There's no reason to."

   She lay her head back down on his chest and let him stroke her short,
damp hair.  She had spent a lot of time in just this position, laying with
her husband quietly and happily.  It was very reassuring.  Still...  "Yeah,
I think I kind of am.  What I did wasn't right."

   Jared's hand stopped and his voice took on a note of urgency and
concern. "No, honey, it's fine.  It's just sex.  It doesn't..."

   She gripped his shoulder to stop his protests.  "No, I don't mean the
sex.  Sex is sex...  it's fun and it feels good.  I understood that long
before tonight.  But sex shouldn't be like that.  It's not right."

   Betty couldn't listen to any more without voicing her opinion.  "There's
no wrong way to have sex dearie.  I mean, as long as everybody wants what
they're getting."

   For a moment Stacy almost resented the other woman's intrusion but shook
herself free of that thought.  "Yeah fine, I understand that.  Whatever
floats your boat and all that.  And I agree.  But...  I don't know.  I
almost didn't feel like myself." She still lay flat on her husband, not
looking at the other woman.

   Betty had sat up, sitting naturally on the floor with her legs spread
out in an open circle before her, her heavy breasts and swollen sex
shamelessly on display.  One finger was idly drawing circles in a wet stain
they had made on the rug.  "Well, I guess who you are isn't who you thought
you were."

   Stacy had no answer for a while.  "You know what the worst part is?" The
others murmured questioning sounds.  "I'm still fucking horny.  I think
there's something wrong with me."

   Frank laughed at that.  "Damn it girl, don't over-think things.  There
doesn't have to be a why and you don't have to justify your actions.  Hell,
you don't even have to justify them yourself.  Philosophers may find
reasons for sex and biologists and psychologists probably know what they
really are but for our own purposes, sex is just fun.  And you, Mrs. 
Lancaster, are a hell of a lot of fun.  Or at least, you were until you
started thinking"

   Jared let one of his hands clasp Stacy's ass cheek, the tips of his
fingers brushing the lips of her quim.  Stacy stiffened from both nervous
anxiety and arousal.

   Frank stood, taking a moment to stretch expansively.  Stacy turned her
head to watch him.  "As for still being horny...  I'm glad to hear it.  I
may not be a teenager any more, but I'm definitely still good for more than
one shot a night." His feet took him to stand near Betty, his knee against
her shoulder.

   She looked up at him.  "Can I help you?" she asked in a mocking voice.

   Frank dropped and discarded his boxers.  His large cock was hanging limp
but heavy.  "I was hoping for a little oral assistance." He answered.

   Betty let her eyes roll.  "Who writes this stuff?" But while she sneered
her response, her hand clasped his member at its base.  Turning to him, she
engulfed his soft cock in a single slurp.

   Instinctively, Frank grabbed the back of her head.  His big hand tangled
itself in her long hair and pressed her face into his groin.  His fat meat
was still soft and it curled and compressed to fill Betty's mouth.  The
slut's mouth was open wide, pressed against his pelvis.  She stroked his
warm shaft with her tongue and then slid it out of her mouth, lapping at
his dangling sack.  Like the talented lover she was, she was able to
massage his meat in her mouth while bathing his balls with her pink tongue.

   Stacy rose to watch the pair.  Considering for a moment, she moved to
straddle her husband's stomach, kneeling and resting her ass against his
rib cage.  She was facing Jared's feet and could see Betty working on Frank
just four or five feet away.  She could feel the prominent line of thick
hair that trailed down along Jared's navel against her still enflamed pussy
mound.  She sat up straight in her kneeling position to watch Stacy and
Frank while playing with her husband's cock and balls.  His shaft was
becoming firmer by the moment but just this once, Stacy wasn't in a rush to
climb aboard.  She wanted to see what the other couple would do.

   What Betty was doing was giving world-class head.  As Frank's manhood
began to lengthen and harden, she continued to work on its every inch.  She
braced herself against his thigh with one hand while the other massaged his
balls and occasionally stroked his slick shaft.  Stacy noticed that as he
grew, Betty paid more attention to the head.  Stacy's own oral skills were
perhaps a little lacking due primarily to her constant focus on getting
hard meat into her cunt.  A few licks and a quick suck of the head were
really all she'd ever managed.  For a few moments, she was lead to believe
that Betty's skills were much the same.

   Betty wasn't consciously putting on a show.  She was just working on
getting Frank ready for action.  But as he reached full arousal, Betty
pulled back for a moment.  She stroked him gently while glancing over at
the Lancasters.  Remembering she had an audience, she couldn't resist
showing off just a little.  She caught Stacy's eye and smirked at the
younger woman just a bit.  Knowing she had the other's attention, she
turned back to Frank's throbbing cock.  His nine inches were red and
throbbing, his tapered head aimed at her face.  She opened her mouth wide
and swallowed him to the balls, apparently just as easily as she had when
he was soft.

   While Frank moaned in response, Stacy's eyes bugged out.  How the hell
had Betty done that?  Unconsciously, Stacy gripped her husband's erection
roughly with one hand while the other ground into her own aroused mound.

   Betty kept her face buried in Frank's pubic hair for several minutes,
fighting to breathe through her nose as she did so.  The man's long shaft
had plunged back past the back of her mouth and into her throat.  She used
both hands to hold him in place with his buttocks as she worked on his
shaft.  As a final touch, her tongue extended once again, playing with his
testicles.

   For as long as Betty deep-throated Frank, Stacy probably hadn't blinked.
She had had that big shaft of flesh in her pussy and had loved every minute
of it but she couldn't imagine fitting even half of it in her mouth.  On
the one hand, she really had no interest in doing so since her mouth
certainly didn't feel things the way her pussy did.  On the third hand,
what Betty was doing to Frank was both impressive and sexy as hell.

   When Betty finally released him, Frank's cock was covered saliva and
phlegm.  A long strand hung from Betty's chin to his cock head.  It swayed
there briefly as Betty ran her fist up and down his hyper-slick shaft. 
Then Betty swallowed him again, slurping as she went.  She quickly bobbed
her head along his dick several times, taking every inch as she did so. 
When she pulled away again, she had effectively cleaned him up, leaving
behind only a bit of damp.  She turned to glance at the other couple as she
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

   A couple challenging comments crossed the older woman's mind.  Could the
hot little slut do THAT?  Not a chance in hell.  But she kept her peace. 
Instead, she looked back up at Frank as she fondled his tackle.  "Can you
hold on for a few seconds?  I want to go get Helen's toy box."

   Frank answered as he helped her onto her feet, "Sure babe." He held her
close a moment, kisser her deeply and pinching a nipple.  When he let her
go she turned to leave the room.  "But don't be long."

   An awkward silence followed Betty's departure.  Stacy was staring at
Frank's erection while slackly holding her husband's own piece of meat. 
Without a word she dismounted her husband and knee-walked over to Frank. 
She grabbed his glistening cock.  "I need to try that."

   "Well, don't let me stop you." Frank answered.

   Frank's cock head was actually smaller than her husband's so it had no
trouble fitting between her teeth.  With more determination than
sensuality, she began working more of it into her mouth.  She did pause
from time to time to lick along his shaft.

   The dick reached the back of her throat before she made it to the
half-way mark.  She coughed and choked once, sputtering.  She pulled the
thing from her mouth and first swallowed and then cleared her throat.  Then
she tried again.  Her lips nearly reached the mid point but she gagged
hard. She controlled it once but was forced to stop.  She just couldn't
swallow any more.

   Stacy sat back on her feet and wiped her mouth.  She noticed that Betty
had returned and had been watching her.  Stacy shrugged and looked a little
abashed.  Betty tried not to look too smug.  Neither said anything as Betty
placed the box she was carrying on the rug next to Stacy.

   It was actually more like a chest.  It was made to look like leather but
was clearly plastic.  It was less than half the size of a standard
footlocker but bigger than a bread box, as they say.  Betty knelt across
the chest from Stacy and opened it.  "Play time is just beginning" she
said.

   Stacy peered inside as the other woman opened the box.  She wasn't
surprised by what she saw... dildos and vibrators and other cock-shaped
devices as well as an assortment of straps, plugs and a few shapes she
couldn't immediately identify.  It also did not surprise her that some of
the objects were quite large.

   Betty didn't give her much time to examine the box's contents.  She
pulled out a slim plastic vibrator and quickly shut the box.  "Now I want
you and your husband to get comfortable on the couch.  Jared, you sit down
and let her mount you just like she was a minute ago." The young couple did
as instructed.  Jared sat with his ass out near the edge of the cushion,
his legs spread and his hard cock on display.  Stacy climbed on top of him;
facing into the room with her legs outside his.  She settled down behind
his erection, allowing it to press along her labia and past her clit.

   "Perfect" Betty commented as she crawled over to them and got in close
between their legs.  "Both of you just sit and relax and let me have a
little fun."

   Betty pressed her hand against Jared's shaft, moving it against Stacy's
slit and stroking it gently.  Both Lancasters trembled slightly and Betty
smiled.  "You look so beautiful together.  This cock belongs with this
pussy".  She loosely grasped the organ in question.  As she did so first
her fingernails and then her knuckles rubbed against Stacy's sex.  "One so
soft, the other so hard.  Always so hard."

   She broke contact for a moment to twist the vibrator's base, turning it
on.  It hummed quietly.  With the buzzing plastic shaft in her right hand,
she grasped Jared's pulsing flesh with the other.  She smiled up at the two
of them as they stared down their bodies at her.  She giggled a bit as she
saw Jared shifting from peering over his wife's shoulder to peeking from
under her arm as he tried to get a better view.  Betty briefly turned to
catch Frank's eye she prepared to play with the young couple.  The older
man was keeping his hands behind his back, letting the hard shaft she had
just finished rejuvenating bob and pulse freely in front of him.

   Betty stroked Jared's cock and let the buzzing vibrator trace a line
down the center of Stacy's subtly soft stomach.  She teased them both,
grasping his shaft only lightly while avoiding contact with Stacy's sex. 
Nevertheless, Stacy was beginning to squirm.  She was trying to control her
body but against her will, she hunched her pelvis up towards the older
woman several times, shuddering with need.

   Betty gave them one last tender smile before opening her mouth and
swallowing the plum-like head of Jared's penis.  As she did so, she let the
vibrator trail down through Stacy's bush.  With a slight detour, Betty
avoided the younger woman's clit but wasted no time in finding the core of
her hot grotto.  As her mouth claimed more of Jared's hard cock, Betty
pushed the vibrating toy deep into Stacy's pussy.

   Stacy cried out, her voice loud.  "Aaahh.  Haaw.  Oh, yesss." She had
one hand pressed to the arm of the couch, struggling to remain upright and
in the saddle of her loving husband.  Her other hand had been once again
drawn to one of her tits, mindlessly squeezing and rubbing at her nipple.
As Betty had plunged the vibrator into her quim, Stacy head had reared back
in ecstasy, her eyes staring blindly at the ceiling.  But within moments
other lusty forces drew her gaze back down to watch as the older woman went
about her pleasurable task.

   Betty had planted the plastic vibe base-deep in the young slut's cavity.
In fact, as Stacy's hips ground and wiggled in response to the buzzing
intruder, Betty used her thumb to sink it entirely inside her pink vagina.
The base of the six inch tool vanished into Stacy's cunt, evoking another
loud cry from Jared's bride.

   The feel of his wife's squirming ass on his stomach and groin, her
lust-filled cries and the droning sound of the buried vibrator were driving
Jared crazy.  He clasped on arm across her stomach, holding her tight to
keep her balanced atop him and also to feel every horny move she made.  He
could even feel a hint of the vibrator's action through her body.  He
wasn't even inside her and he could feel her passion in a way he never had
before.

   On the knife-edge of arousal, both Lancasters watched Betty.  The older
woman palmed Stacy's sex, rubbing her little clit and mashing her labia in
against the buzzing machine.  She still had the head of Jared's cock in her
mouth.  As Stacy's cries turned to pants and her movements became more
tense and shaky, Betty plunged her head downward, taking Jared down to the
balls.

   Betty's eyes bugged out a little bit as Jared's massively flared head
popped past the back of her mouth and into her throat.  She moaned deeply,
savoring the feeling of Jared's hot, throbbing shaft.  She pressed her face
forward, pushing the bridge of her nose and her forehead into Stacy cunt.
She could feel the vibrator through Stacy's wet and inflamed pussy.  She
bobbed upward on Jared's cock, running her nose up Stacy's slit as she did
so.  Stacy jumped slightly as Betty's nose bounced off her clit.

   Betty eased back a bit and plunged her mouth up and down the cock
several time.  Stacy watched as the older woman effortless swallowed every
inch of her husband...  a feat she could not come close to achieving. 
After a minute or two, Betty released him, leaving his manhood red and
glistening.  Betty rose up, gathering Stacy's legs with her.  She pushed
the pale woman back into her husband, spreading her wide open.  "Push it
out honey."

   It took a moment for Stacy to understand the command or who it was
directed at.  Her insatiable pussy still had the vibrator held tightly in
its grasp.  She let go.  Frank and Betty watched as Stacy's pussy lips
flowered open and the dark base of the toy appeared.  It slid smoothly out
and dropped into Betty's hand.  She grabbed Jared and aimed him at his
wife's hole.  "Time to fuck your man.  Come on, take it."

   Stacy allowed herself to slide forward and felt the familiar flaring
head of her husband's manhood spread her lips and enter her drooling pussy.
She sat up and a bit forward to take in more of him.  As she did, Betty
rose to her knees in front of the younger woman.  They stared at each other
for a moment, eye to eye.  Stacy's lips were parted with arousal and Betty
moved forward, meeting her in a kiss.  Stacy's tongue was there to welcome
hers and press together like lovers' bodies.  The kiss didn't last long. 
Betty relinquished the lip lock and told Jared, "Fuck her".

   Instinctively, Jared's hands locked on his wife's hips and he bounced
her up off is lap and let her fall back down.  Then he did it again,
stroking about half his shaft in and out of her.  Betty's head descended
and found one of Stacy's delicate pink nipples.  It was hot and swollen and
begging to be sucked.  Betty didn't let it beg long.  As she locked on like
a suckling infant, she also brought the vibrator back into play, pressing
it against Stacy's clit.

   Stacy was calling out her passion again, head back, moth open and sweat
beginning to cover her over-heated body.  The sight of her pussy stroking
along Jared's cock and the always enticing sight of one woman sucking
another's tits had Frank past the breaking point.  He could not longer keep
his hands off his manhood.  But it would be stupid to bring himself off in
his hand...

   He quietly got down on his knees behind Betty.  Her legs were spread
fairly wide as she focused on Stacy's flesh, allowing Frank to move in
between them without disturbing the ongoing action.  One hand on his cock,
he made ready.  Then, in one motion, he clasped Betty's buttock with the
other hand as he drove forward, skewering her matted beaver.

   Fran's assault took Betty by surprise and drove her forward.  "Holy
fuck" she grunted as Frank's big cock bottomed out.  She was pressed
forward against Stacy, her heavy tits mashed out against the other woman's
rib cage.  She could feel the wetness of the couple's union on her stomach
and Jared's balls brushing past her navel.  As she recovered from Frank's
unexpected lunge, she growled deep in her throat.  She rose slightly and
pressed her clit into Stacy's mound, grinding it there as she absorbed
Frank's powerful thrusts.

   Frank was fucking Betty in earnest, using the entire length of his cock
with each thrust.  All four lovers were now in a stack against the couch.
Frank leaned against Betty's back and reached forward with both hands,
capturing Stacy's flushed tit mounts.  He squeezed them both from the
bottom, pushing them into high, flaming pink peaks.  Betty allowed herself
to fall against the younger woman again, sucking most of one tit into her
mouth.

   As Frank stared into the wild eyes of the Lancaster woman, he watched
the finial thread snap.  Stacy came hard, gritting her teeth and groaning.
Her hands flew around Betty's head and she ground the larger woman's face
into her tit flesh.  Inside her body, her cunt strangled her husband's
cock, gripping it in an orgasmic embrace.  Her body seemed to curl up, her
knees pulling towards her shoulders of their own accord, her head bending
across the back of Betty's.  It was like she was forming a ball around the
other woman's skull.  She held on for a long minute as her husband
continued fucking up into her cunt, driving the frantic young woman through
her powerful orgasm.

   With a last grunting scream, the tension released from her body. 
Betty's head came free.  She knelt up straight, pressing against Frank's
panting body, his hard cock still locked within her steaming pit.  She
shook her head, trying to get her bearings after being crushed in Stacy's
climax-fueled embrace.

   Panting, Stacy sat atop her man, his hard cock still piercing her core,
a froth of their vigorous love shimmering along the seam of their union.

   Finally, Betty broke the silence.  "Good?"

   Stacy smiled a little shamefully.  "Fantastic."

   Betty reached down to her own sex to tease her clit and tickle Frank's
shaft.  "Would it be okay of I borrowed your man for a bit.  I have an
idea.

   Sweat cooling on her body, hair plastered to her head, Stacy swallowed
and nodded.  Shakily, she dismounted, more or less tumbling onto the couch
beside her husband.  That climax had really taken something out of her.  It
had been the type of climax that often ended the marathon sessions of
demanding sex she shared with her husband.  "Knock yourself out."

   Betty bent her head back against Frank's shoulder and made eye contact.
"Let me up for just a second, babe."

   Frank was virtually snorting with lust but he let Betty disengage.  She
stood and made show of working her neck while exchanging an accusing glance
with Stacy.  Then, she descended into Jared's waiting embrace, facing him
as she smoothly slid her gaping sex down his dick.  She sighed softly as
she did so and settled into place, presenting her backside boldly to Frank.
"Now Frank, I trust you to do the right thing.  You know what I like."

   Stacy was very alert now, wondering what she was about to see.  Of
course, she had a pretty good idea but she didn't know how she felt about
it.  Stacy didn't like anal sex.  She had tried it exactly two times, both
with men other than her husband before she had met him.  She had initially
been open-minded about the idea but it turned out that she just didn't like
it.  She could handle the temporary pain but the ongoing discomfort and the
fact that it simply wasn't enjoyable made it something she just had no
patience for.  And really, it had ended up being a bit...  messy.

   Still, she had offered to try it again with Jared.  Even before they had
decided to get married, she came to see him as a guy she really wanted to
please and would be willing to sacrifice for.  Fortunately, Jared
recognized her reluctance and had told her flat out that while he had done
it before, he wasn't particularly fond of it.  There was simply no need for
her to make a "sacrifice"...  he wasn't interested.  And by that time she
knew him well enough to believe him.  She was relieved...  and promptly
fucked him into the ground in gratitude.

   Still, Stacy had wondered if there were women who actually enjoyed it.
It looked like she was about to find out.

   Except, it turned out that she wasn't.  A little later on, still in the
heat of the moment, Stacy would realize what Betty meant by "trusting"
Frank.  Apparently, at least at the moment, Betty wasn't interested in anal
penetration either.

   Frank's member was still wet and almost dripping.  He eased himself
between Betty and Jared's legs and held his cock in line.  Stacy found a
vantage point behind his shoulder and watched as he pressed his cock home.
But he wasn't pressing against her clearly visible and slightly hairy anus.
He was pressing his sizable chunk of meet against the seam made by the
junction Betty's pussy and Jared's cock.  After slipping and sliding across
their joined sexes a few times, the spear found purchase.

   "Damn" Stacy whispered to herself as she watched Betty's hole stretch to
allow the new visitor in to join her pussy's other guest.  Getting started
had been the hard part.  Once the head of Frank's cock disappeared into
Betty it was quickly followed by the rest of his considerable length.

   Betty had been silent during the operation and Stacy had yet to tear her
eyes away from the spectacle.  As Frank's stomach made contact with her
fleshy ass, Stacy stole a glance at Betty's face.  She had turned her head,
watching Frank's approach and Stacy could see her expression clearly.  Her
mouth was open in the classic, chin forward "oh" that seemed common to both
pain and pleasure.  Then she closed her mouth and gulped a couple times. 
"Oh fuck, it's been a while since I did that."

   Unable to resist (and seeing no reason to try), Stacy came in close
under Frank's legs to examine the three-way junction.  Her husband's paler
and slightly thinner shaft was wedged at the bottom and Stacy knew it must
be pressed tightly against Betty's engorged clit.  Frank's bigger shaft was
not in perfect vertical alignment; instead it was slightly to the right. 
It surprised Stacy to see that they were not pressed tightly together. 
There was a slight gap between them shaped like a wedge.  The pile of
humanity shifted slightly as the participants settled their positions and
Stacy's eyes got bigger as the gap between the cocks grew a faction of an
inch.  "Oh my god.  They have got you stretched so far..."

   Still reeling from the experience of the initial procedure, Betty took a
minute to answer.  "Oh fuck yeah they do.  Shit.  I feel so fucking full."

   "All right guys, I'm ready.  Give it to me good."

   Understandably, the men did not take off at a furious pace.  As Stacy
watched, Frank pulled half his rod from the pile of sexual organs and then
slowly slid back in, pausing again as he reached maximum penetration. 
Betty continued to shift herself, letting her body settle onto Jared's.

   Frank stroked gently again and then pulled out a third time, this time
pausing with most of his cock out in the open.  Betty had found a place to
put her feet on the hard couch frame beneath the cushions.  She was in a
low squat now and was holding onto the back of the couch on either side of
Jared's head.  With Frank hovering over her half withdrawn, she pumped her
hips a few time, fucking Jared while letting Frank's cock pivot and shift
in her hole.  Then she too paused, her pussy several inches above Jared's
pelvis and Frank still only half injected.  "Okay, now I'm really ready."

   Frank and Betty really knew sex and also knew each other pretty well. 
They were in unison as they both thrust, jamming Betty's cunt completely
full once again and bottoming out with gratifying force.  Without missing a
beat, they both rose again and found a smooth fucking rhythm.

   Stacy was astounded by what she was seeing.  Betty was vigorously
fucking both hefty shafts like it was the best thing in the world.  Stacy
could see that the older woman's inner pussy lips were stretched thin
around the two shafts while her fleshy labia were engorged into meaty
pillows framing the action.  The gap between the two cocks had grown just a
bit more though they were still less than an inch apart.  On each
out-thrust, Stacy could see one or the other cock head begin to crown at
her opening.

   Betty was grunting and groaning constantly now, occasionally attempting
to speak but not making any sense apart from a few "gods" and "fucks". 
Frank was snorting and panting as he drove away at her sopping box.  Jared
had captured one of her tits, using both hands to shape it and press it to
his lips, sucking and licked at her hard nipple.

   The lusty swinger absorbed many long minutes of her lovers' attentions.
Frank was in a zone and mostly in control of himself as was Jared.  Betty
began squeezing her eyes shut and gripping the couch harder as she tried to
hold her approaching climax back.  Even as a swinger, it wasn't too often
she was able to arrange an assault like this and she wanted to take full
advantage.  She was building up to an orgasm of epic proportions.

   Stacy moved to the couch to catch the action from another angle,
watching Betty's face and swaying tits as she struggled against her climax.
She recognized the signs of a fight against growing pressure.  Her own
pussy tingled and throbbed in enraptured sympathy.  She understood the goal
of the perfect, mind-blowing orgasm.

   Betty's cries became more bestial.  Her cunt was milking the cocks in
its embrace in uncontrolled pre-climax convulsions.  Stacy turned to her
husband and grabbed his chin, pulling him away from Betty's breast.  She
kissed him savagely and then stared into his eyes.  "You have to cum with
her.  She needs you to cum to make this the perfect fuck."

   She jumped to her feet and slapped a hand to Frank's thrusting ass.  She
half draped her body across his hunched back, pressing tightly to him and
she spoke emphatically into his ear.  "You too.  Blast her cunt.  Fill her
up.  She's gonna cum hard and you have to fucking cum with her."

   Then she moved to Betty, tangling a hand in her hair and roughly turning
the other woman's face to meet hers.  "That's what you want, right slut? 
You want them to fucking cream your cunt while you cum your ass of,
RIGHT!?"

   "God yes.  I'm ready.  Oh shit, I can't...  I can't.  I need to cum."

   Stacy pressed her forehead to Betty's and growled at her.  "You've got
two fucking cocks in your hot, sloppy cunt, stretching you open and filling
you up.  God, you are such a fucking slut.  You're a fucking slut that's
going to cum her ass off and soak up two big loads of beautiful jizz." With
a jerk, she released the other woman's head.

   Stacy rushed to lay on the floor beneath the three lovers, gazing up at
their slapping, slurping sex.  She began to chant as each thrust struck,
softly at first but with growing volume and intensity.  "Cum.  Cum.  Cum.
Cum" she chanted, transfixed by their race to climax.  "Cum.  Cum.  Cum. 
Cum." She chanted louder.  From time to time, droplets of fluid, be it
sweat or vaginal lube or who knew what, fell onto her face and body.  She
didn't flinch.  "Cum.  Cum.  Cum" She was shouting now, punctuating each
meaty slap of colliding flesh with a shout to the heavens.  "Cum.  Cum
Cum!"

   Sensing the end was near but without conscious plans, Stacy reached up
with both hands and stroked Betty's tense thighs and then found her way
inward to the inflamed labia.  It was too crowded to actually reach her
clit but Stacy was able to press the meaty folds of flesh in against the
sensitive bud.  She pressed and ground, working Betty's hard joy bud and
almost immediately, Betty came explosively.

   Betty's resulting shriek and the powerful squeeze of her cunt triggered
both men who had prepared themselves for what was coming.  Within a few
seconds of one another, both cocks began spewing forth their payload.  They
buried themselves in the climaxing swinger, each holding her body tightly
and riding her wild reaction as they pumped their essence into her.

   Betty was biting her lips and pounding the couch as she savored the heat
and electricity passing through her body.  She'd got what she was after; a
mind blowing orgasm, one of the best of her life.  She owed that little
slut a lot...  some retribution from trying to show her up and nearly
smothering her and thanks for driving them all to an utterly perfect fuck.

   The three stacked lovers panted and groaned their way through their
mutual orgasm.  Stacy stroked and played with two sets of cocks and balls
and caressed Betty's thighs, living vicariously through their pleasure.

   Being on top of the heap, Frank was the first to move.  Still lying on
the floor looking up at the spectacle, Stacy watched as Frank withdrew his
softening cock.  Betty moaned in contentment.  It pulled free with a long
squelch of engorged flesh, releasing a little of their mingled juices as it
did so.  It dribbled down along Jared's harry balls, much of it catching
there in his thatch.  A bit continued downward, dripping onto Stacy's
forehead and hair.

   Frank's cock was heavy and drooping but still massive looking.  He stood
over them panting, glistening droplets of sex juice collecting on his shaft
and flowing to the pointed head of his penis.

   Stacy was hypnotized by the sight.  She sat up, reaching for his harry
thighs and grasping them.  As she lithely spun her legs beneath her and
came to her knees, her mouth attached itself to his softening cock head. 
As she tasted the glistening nectar and felt the hot, gently pulsing flesh
of Frank's manhood, she was struck by a wave of arousal that flared her
nostrils and forced her to gasp.  The taste and scent of raw lust filled
her head.  A pre-orgasmic convulsion tied her abdomen in a knot.

   She released him, panting and fell back to the floor.  Her husband's
dick was still lodged in Betty's glistening hole.  "I need to eat your
cunt." She said, unrestrained lust making the words a croak.

   Still breathing heavily, Betty answered, "Can't.  Way too sensitive."
Lowering her feet to the floor, Betty stood shakily.  She let out a sound
almost like a whimper as Jared's nearly limp noodle pulled free.  She
looked down at the younger woman.  "You're a real little cum slut, aren't
you?"

   "I don't care what you call me.  Please, I want to drink it." She
reached out a hand like a child begging for a treat.

   Betty shook her head.  "No way am I going to let you root around in my
bush right now.  Try it this way." With that, she hunched over, spreading
her knees wide.  Stacy's gaze shifted to Betty's pussy.  She watched as
Betty took a moment to steady herself.  The matted hair of her beaver
allowed Stacy to see the lips of her sex clearly.  Everything was red and
swollen; her mound seemed to have doubled in size from the excessive
stimulation and powerful orgasm.  The pearl of her clit, so much larger
than Stacy's own, stood tall from the peak of her womanly gash as if in
victory

   Stacy was staring at the older woman's cunt when her abdomen flexed and
the puckered mass of meat yawned open.

   Two loads of male essence and Betty's copious honey flowed freely from
her orifice.  It wasn't a flood or a river but it did produce several good
sized globs that splattered across Stacy's mouth, nose and chin.  While
Stacy couldn't help sputtering a bit, at the same time her hands were
eagerly collecting the heavenly goo as it rained down on her.  She fed on
it like someone stranded in a desert, dying of thirst.

   As the downpour trickled to an end, Betty staggered away to collapse
into one of the deeply padded chairs.  Frank had already done the same. 
Stacy sat up, still using her hands to clean her face like a cat.  She then
turned eagerly to her husband, intent on finding more of the ambrosia.

   Something brought her up short.  Jared's proud shaft was soft and
drooping.  A horrible thought occurred to her.  Her hand dropped you her
clit, pinching it anxiously.  "Shit.  Who the hell's going to fuck me now?"

   She was startled when a woman's voice answered her, "That's just what I
was thinking."

   As Stacy's eyes found the source of the voice, Jared and Betty called
out in unison, "Helen!"

   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 that 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?"

   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 both 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 in 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 it's 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.  The 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."

   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.

   Helen's hand slid through Stacy's bush, rubbing her mound in slow
circles.  Betty took a large portion of Stacy's other breast into her
mouth, sucking the flesh between slobbering lips.

   Stacy's back arched at the sudden sensations.  Jared stroked into her
gently a few times but was then stopped by Helen's upturned hand.  Leaving
Stacy's snowy peaks for a moment, she pushed Jared back, indicating that he
should withdraw from his wife.  When he was clear, she sent her hand down
to Stacy's sex and found the vibrator.  It had begun to emerge as soon as
Jared pulled out.  Helen slid the toy from her box and nodded to Jared who
slid his hard member back in.

   As Jared slid into place, Helen offered the damp vibrator to his mouth.
She gave him a moment to lick some of his wife's fluids from the buzzing
plastic before bringing it down to Stacy's mound.  As she began to massage
the girl with it, her lips returned to Stacy's upturned breast.  Stacy
groaned and wrapped her legs around Jared as he began fucking into her with
long strokes, pausing often to grind himself against her groin.

   With two women loving her breasts with their hot mouths, a vibrator
playing tag with her clit and her loving husband fucking her steadily,
Stacy's mind reeled.  It was the greatest amount of simultaneous sexual
stimulation she had ever experienced.  In no time she was panting and
squirming.  Her body rushed past the usual build-up to climax...  before
she knew it, her pussy was convulsing around her husbands dick and her tits
were throbbing in harmony with her buzzing clit.

   Stacy held Jared tightly with her legs, locking their groins together
and grinding herself on him.  Helen pressed the vibrator firmly into the
flesh above Stacy's still-hidden clit, goading the young woman's body into
greater orgasmic ecstasy.

   "Oh god oh god oh god." Stacy babbled.  She placed a hand on the back of
each woman's head, pressing them into her chest.  She could hear the slurp
of wetness from where her flowing cunt met her husband's body in constant
twists and jumps.

   "Don't stop.  Oh please don't stop.  Give me more."

   These were words that Jared had heard a hundred times.  He could feel
that his wife's pussy was still being wracked with the spasms of orgasm. 
As was often the case, her body immediately demanded more stimulation.  She
could cum again and again and again and with each orgasm her need grew.

   Stacy began pumping against Jared using her legs to set his pace...  a
faster and harder pace.  Puffing and breathing hard, Jared tried to keep
up.

   Helen had pulled herself away from Stacy's breast.  It was soaked with
her saliva and seemed to be glowing with pink arousal.  Helen also noticed
that the bruising was showing a little more now though she thought it
wouldn't end up being too bad.  But what caught her attention was Stacy's
face.  Her lips were set thinly and her eyes were wide and bright and
vacant.  The only thing in her mind was the pleasure her body was
experiencing.

   After Helen had ignored her breast for a few moments, Stacy
unconsciously brought a hand to the slick mound of flesh and began kneading
it.  Not too rough, not too gentle.  Just the right amount of stimulation
to feed her need.

   Helen kept the vibrator working at Stacy's mound but could hear its
batteries running down.  It had been a rather long night.  She had
replacement batteries.  For that matter, she had other vibrators.  But she
wanted to do something more for the highly sexed young woman.  She just
didn't know what.  She really felt bad about hurting her tits and didn't
want to give her any more reason for concern so some of the wild things she
could do to the girl had to be ruled out.  She could sit on her face and
feed her more pussy but that would probably be more of a distraction than a
contribution.  And Jared had been quite clear that Stacy didn't like
anything near her rectum.  That might be something to test in the future
but not tonight.

   She watched as Stacy's body drove itself to orgasm again.  She heard a
low moan come from Jared and looked to see him read-faced and gritting his
teeth.  The poor dear was at the breaking point.  He probably would not
last through the orgasm Stacy was currently experiencing.

   Almost as the thought ran through her mind, Jared's mouth dropped open
and a strangled grunt escaped.  His body shook against his wife's and his
hands went white on her knees.  Helen knew he was pumping his wife full of
his precious liquor.

   Betty lifted away from Stacy's chest and sat watching.  She noticed the
thoughtful look on Helen's face.

   Stacy was still seeing stars.  Jared's hot cum splashed against her womb
in powerful jets, sending shocks of delight through her body.  As he had so
many times before, her loving husband was giving himself to her.  He
collapsed onto her body and she wrapped her arms around his hot, sweating
back and held him tightly against her tits.

   During a normal night of lovemaking for the Lancasters, Jared would
remain buried in his wife long after his orgasm had ended.  Even though he
was capable of driving her to orgasm three or four times before succumbing
himself, she would almost always be hungry for more.  So, her pussy would
continue to milk his cock as it lost some of its stiffness.  She would work
her clit and grind her hips, sometimes bringing herself off around a mostly
limp dick.  But main the benefit of this was that the dick didn't stay limp
long.

   Of course, even Jared Lancaster could only provide this repeat service
four or five times in rapid succession and this night had begun to wear
down his stamina.  As his cock began to shrink and soften, he knew that he
would need a good long breather before anything could bring it back up to
ready status.

   Helen had risen and gone to the toy box to retrieve something.  When she
returned to the couple, she took stock of the situation.  Jared was clearly
spent while Stacy's eyes gleamed brightly.  Her face was flushed with
arousal and her nostrils open wide.  Her hands had descended to Jared's ass
and she was pressing him against her hips.  She was still trying to milk
more pleasure from Jared's body.

   Helen laid a hand on Jared's shoulder.  Gently, she urged him to
disengage from his wife.  Stacy looked around questioningly, her face
showing a mix of disappointment and anticipation.

   Jared made room between Stacy's legs and Helen lied down on her stomach
there.

   Smiling at the girl's craning head, Helen brought her mouth to Stacy's
sex.  Her pink slit lay open, wet and inviting.  A white gleam at its base
showed where Jared's fluids were attempting to escape.  Helen extended her
tongue and claimed the prize.  Holding the small dollop in her mouth, she
slowly slid her body up Stacy's, pausing a moment to brush her chin against
each pink nipple before meeting Stacy with a deep kiss.  The women's
tongues caressed one another and traded flavors as well as favors.  Stacy
was once again struck by how strongly the taste of the sex fluid aroused
her.

   Letting her hands run along the pale woman's body for a moment as they
two kissed, Helen then teasingly slipped away from Stacy's questing tongue
and journeyed back down her body, pausing once again to grace her breasts
with loving attention.

   When Helen reached her destination back between Stacy's thighs, she
wasted no time in plunging her face back into her slit.  Teasing at her
lips while questing deeper with her tongue, Helen consumed Stacy for a
minute or two.  Stacy sighed and squealed as the experienced swinger
treated her to exquisite oral love.

   When a strong pre-orgasmic tremor shook Stacy's body, an especially
large drop of sex cream bubbled out of her hole.  Helen slurped it up and
repeated her journey to deliver the prize to Stacy's eager mouth.  Again
they kissed deeply, both women's passions growing.

   When Helen returned to Stacy's pussy, she surreptitiously slid a purple
rod into place at the eager, open hole at the base of Stacy's sex.  The new
toy was a thin wand with a bend and a prominent bulge at the end.  Helen
flicked a switch on the handle and it began to buzz.

   The purple toy was specially designed to reach inside a woman and find
her G-spot.  It was a no-nonsense kind of tool...  find the most sensitive
part of a woman's anatomy and apply vigorous vibration.  Without
explanation or hesitation, Helen slid it into Stacy.

   At first, Stacy merely sighed with appreciation.  As Helen moved the toy
into proper position, she set her mouth against the small mound at the top
of Stacy's pussy.  When she pressed the toy against Stacy's special bundle
of nerves, the young woman groaned loudly "Oh god." Helen ran her teeth
gently along Stacy's clitoral hood and licked at the nubbin.  Stacy grew
stiff at the sensations.

   The toy probed and rubbed against the sensitive skin of Stacy's inner
chamber.  It's vibration penetrated to her core, stirring her already
highly inflamed passion.  And Helen's skillful manipulation of her small
clit magnified the sensation.  With her hands against Helen's head in an
unvoiced plea for pleasure, Stacy focused on the growing orgasmic pressure.
She had been having a steady sting of orgasms for some time and her body
had entered a state of hyper-arousal that demanded still more.

   "Holy fuck don't stop.  I'm cumming again.  Please don't stop" Stacy
gritted through clenched teeth.  Even as her body began to shudder and
arch, lifting her hips high off the ground, Helen remained focused on her
pulsating sex.  Helen had no intention of stopping.  She was going to keep
working on this horny cunt until Stacy begged her to stop.

   Stacy went limp as the sharp climax faded.  One hand patted and rubbed
Helen's head.  "My god that feels good" she moaned.  Helen twirled the toy
in Stacy's passage, invoking another shudder.  She nibbled at Stacy's clit,
letting the girl feel the sharpeners of her teeth.  Stacy hissed in
appreciation.  Then Helen dug the end of the vibrator hard against Stacy's
G-spot, making her shriek with pleasure.  Impossibly, Stacy was already on
the verge of another orgasm.

   Helen was using every trick in the book on Stacy's cunt.  Well,
actually, she wasn't.  Several of the tricks she knew had a tendency to
leave marks and she was still mindful that she could scare the girl off. 
But she had hit every nook and cranny in Stacy's hot sheath, always
returning to her G-spot.  Helen had finally worked the tip of her tongue
under her clitoral hood, making actual contact with the little pea-sized
gland for the first time.  She nibbled and sucked at every piece of Stacy's
pink sex.

   Stacy was reveling in her body's capacity for pleasure.  Helen's oral
skills and the wonderful vibrator were providing more stimulation than she
had ever experienced.  They had not only made her cum quickly, they were
keeping her charged at a very high state of arousal.

   Wanting to take full advantage, Stacy started doing something she very
rarely did.  She began fighting against the rising urge to cum.  As she had
matured and begun exploring her sexuality she had discovered her capacity
for multiple orgasms and how much she liked them.  She had also learned
that men couldn't really provide all that she needed.  Even her wonderful
husband who surpassed every man she had ever been with many times over only
managed to set her bar higher.

   Because of this, she had always pushed her body hard to achieve orgasm
as quickly as possible.  A hard cock only lasted so long and she had to get
the most out of it.  This was also why she'd never learned to suck cock
properly...  it was wasteful.

   Now, with a skilled female swinger giving her so much pleasure with no
end in sight, Stacy wanted to make it last; she wanted to let the pressure
build up until it simply exploded.

   Her eyes were now closed and she held her lips between her teeth.  Her
hands were balled up at her sides, tense against the carpet.

   Helen didn't know why Stacy had gone quiet.  She was too stiff to have
passed out but Helen raised her head to check on the girl.  She saw the
look of concentration on the other woman's face.  Obviously the slut was
intent on getting the most out of what Helen was doing to her.

   The swinger didn't want to disappoint.

   Helen shifter her grip on the want-like vibrator.  Gripping the base
with the tips of her fingers, she pushed the toy deeply into Stacy.  The
main rod and head of the toy was only five or six inches long, the handle
another three.  Helen pushed the entire thing into Stacy with the tips of
her fingers.  The girl's hot, wet cunt flesh swallowed the toy and trembled
against Helen's fingers.

   Stacy felt the buzzing toy sink deeper into her body.  It left her
G-spot behind but spread its influence farther into her body...  into
places that before tonight had been unexplored.  The young woman trembled
in her struggle to hold back the pressure of orgasm.

   Helen continued to slide her fingers forward into Stacy.  The girl's
flesh was slick and hot.  It seemed eager to accept more.  Helen let her
four fingers follow the vibrator into Stacy's body.  Her tight young flesh
began to strain to accept Helen's hand up to the webbing of her thumb.

   Stacy had been hot and sweaty for quite a while now but the gibbering
excitement her cunt felt at being stretched open around Helen's fingers
make fresh beads of sweat spring out across her forehead and upper lip. 
The fingers weren't too big for Stacy...  they were just enough to pull her
flesh tight and let her feel the strain.  She groaned long and low, the
sound shuddering along with the shaking of her over-stimulated body.  Still
she fought against climax.  She knew instinctively that the harder she
fought, the better the release would be.

   Helen knew now that Stacy was fighting against her orgasm.  She
recognized the signs...  the tenseness and the determination.  The
experienced swinger knew how to make it perfect for the girl.  She could
help to draw it out just a little bit longer.

   Helen moved her hand very slowly.  The entrance to Stacy's cunt was
stretched around her knuckles.  Helen rotated and shifted her hand slowly,
making sure Stacy could feel every movement but not applying a lot of force
anywhere.  The vibrator's handle bumped and rolled across the back of
Helen's fingers.  All of Helen's moves now were gentle but persistent.  She
held her thumb aloft for the time being and left Stacy's clit untouched.

   For about two minutes Helen was able to keep Stacy at the very edge of
orgasm, knowing that with each second, a little more pressure was building.

   Stacy's hands were white and she was biting her lips hard.  Her breasts
felt bloated and throbbed in time to her heartbeat.  The gentle churn of
her insides around the toy and the strain of her stretched cunt burned
through her nerves as if they were about to turn to ash.

   Helen believed that Stacy had hit the end of the road.  Any second, her
body would explode.  Now was the time to make the pressure jump...  to blow
through the barrier like a battering ram.

   Helen twisted her hand sharply and pressed it firmly into Stacy's flesh.
At the same moment, she dug her thumb against her clit.

   Stacy jumped and thrashed, her eyes flying open.  She had known she was
very close to climax but had had no warning of what Helen intended.  The
sudden sensations shocked through her system, setting off massive
explosions in every part of her body.  She couldn't breath.  Every muscle
in her body was locked in straining tension, burning with passion.  Her
pussy closed in around the vibrator and Helen's hand like a collapsing
star.

   Helen grinned, watching the young woman.  She'd obviously fried every
circuit in her body.  Her eyes were wide and vacant, her mouth working
soundlessly.

   For about a minute Stacy was unable to breath...  but was unaware of it.
The fire shooting through her brain and her body obliterated all concerns
and thought.

   After that eternal minute she began to gasp.  Her arms and legs began to
shake and flail as if she were struggling against heavy blankets or a
rushing river current.  With every breath, different animalistic sounds
escaped her.  She looked a bit like a fish gasping for breath on dry land.

   As intelligence and control began to return, Stacy held herself tightly,
her arms crossed under her breasts.  She rocked slowly and she tried to
control her breathing.  She was dimly aware that the vibrator was still
buzzing beneath her beaver.  Helen had withdrawn her hand.

   Stacy was finally able to speak.  "I have never cum that hard in my
life." She croaked.  Helen ran a hand up and down her thigh.  It was the
hand that had been stuck up Stacy's cunt and it left a trail of cooling
fluid.  "Glad to hear it." She said.  She paused a few second before
asking. "Does that mean you've had enough?"

   A funny look crossed Stacy's face when she asked that question.  One
hand slid down to her slit.  As her body relaxed, the vibrator began to
slide out of her pink hole.  She gingerly stroked her pussy lips and the
toy's handle.  In a voice that sounded slightly awed, she answered, "No. 
I'm still horny.  Oh god, I'm still so fucking horny." Combined with the
flushed arousal still on her face was a look of desperate concern.  Helen
just laughed.  "Now this is my kind of girl."

   As Stacy began stroking the vibrator in and out of her pussy, Helen
crawled far enough across the floor to reach the double-sided dildo.  Stacy
was rubbing at her clit and exchanging a strange, guilty looking gaze with
her husband when Helen settled back between the girl's thighs.  "Oh, don't
be that way, girl.  It's never wrong to want pleasure."

   "Oh god.  I'm such a slut.  What's wrong with me?" Stacy whined.  Helen
tilted her head.  Helen had heard similar words before...  she'd voiced
them herself.  But they had always been said in jest...  almost as a kind
of boast.  But Stacy sounded genuinely concerned.  "Honey, all this means
is that you like sex.  There's nothing wrong with that."

   Stacy couldn't find an answer.  She felt like she had no control over
how her body reacted and she didn't like it.  On the other hand...  she
really really liked how it felt.  Shrugging, Helen bent back down over
Stacy's hips.  "Well, we can't let you leave this house still horny, can
we?"

   Deftly moving Stacy's hand out of the way, Helen slid the vibrator wand
partially out of Stacy's pussy, pressing it up against the top of her hole.
She nudged the head of the rubber dildo into the lower part of her sex. 
Without conscious will, Stacy relaxed her pussy and Helen saw it open up
just a bit under the tension from the wand.  Making a noise of approval,
Helen pushed the rubber toy home.  The head slid smoothly into Stacy's
body, sliding along the thin shaft of the wand.  Stacy moaned in a
combination of guilty misery and pleasure.  She was letting this woman do
these things to her because her body insisted on more and more pleasure.

   The two shafts together weren't as big around as Helen's fingers had
been and her hole closed around them comfortably.

   Stacy was wiggling her ass as Helen slid inch after inch of rubber into
her.  With every passing second of the new stimulation, Stacy's silly guilt
was washing away.

   The shaft of the rubber toy was pressing the knob of the vibrator up
against Stacy's G-spot.  Even as Helen was still feeding the pink dildo
into her pussy, the intense stimulation was recharging Stacy's climax
battery.  A last fleeting thought passed through Stacy's head...  even
after cumming so damn hard her body was still ready for another.

   She wouldn't have believed it before tonight.

   The rubber dildo passed the one foot mark.  It's head had begun
spreading parts of Stacy's passage that had never been touched before
tonight and was offering a little resistance.  Helen was satisfied with
this depth for the moment.  She adjusted her grip and went to work.  She
bent the toy in her hand and pressed it up against the roof of Stacy's sex,
trapping the vibrator between the rubber and Stacy's sensitive flesh.  The
note of the buzzing changed as the little motor fought to move against the
pressure.

   Stacy's was squeezing and rubbing her tits, once again with just enough
force to be stimulating.  She adjusted her legs, pulling her knees up and
then spreading them wide.  "Oh geeze" she moaned.  The buzzing pressure on
her G spot and the shifting head of the dildo probing her depths was
pleasurable beyond description.

   Helen could see that Stacy wasn't resisting her orgasm this time.  That
was to be expected.  Stacy may still be horny but her body wasn't going to
be able to take another of those mega-ton climaxes.  No doubt she would
drive herself to quick release.  With that in mind, Helen let the thumb of
the hand holding the rubber dildo dig in under Stacy's clit, arching it up
against the bud.

   Stacy let herself thrash side to side, riding the building pressure. 
When the peak arrived, she crashed over it with a cry of mindless pleasure.

   Stacy came yet again at the hands of the tanned swinger.  She rode
through her orgasm with her hands mauling her tits and her feet dancing on
the rug.  It was a good cum.  As her body once again descended the opposite
side of the mountain, her grinding hips told Helen that she still wanted
more.

   Helen had more to give her in more ways than one.  Moving her hand down
the pink shaft of the dildo, she grabbed hold again and jabbed several more
inches into Stacy, The girl groaned and squirmed.

   The unsettling but arousing pressure of the dildo bottoming out deep,
deep in Stacy's body was the new element of arousal she needed to begin the
cycle again.  Helen dug in with the toy firmly, pressing against Stacy's
womb.  It made Stacy feel slightly nauseous but that paled in comparison to
the excited churning it generated in her pussy.

   Twisting and flexing the toy, Helen worked a couple more inches into
Stacy.  She wasn't actually penetrating any deeper with this.  Instead, the
rubber phallus was bending inside Stacy's body, pressing out in a broad
bow. The bulge pushed one way and then the other, stirring Stacy's innards
in strange but sensational ways.  The vibrator was still buried alongside
the rubber toy.  From time to time these undulations would press the
buzzing head of the wand home, eliciting jumps and squeals.  Other times,
the shaft would roll and flex against her sensitive cervix.  The head of
the toy had side-stepped the entrance to her womb and stretched the back
wall of her cunt.

   It only took about a minute of this deep, forceful turbulence to make
the gasping woman cum again.

   This time, there were few outward signs that Stacy was climaxing.  All
the activity seemed to be centered in her pussy where it was clamping down
hard on the intruders.  Perhaps the strange, slightly nauseating sensations
from the deep pummeling reduced the power of the orgasm.  Or perhaps she
was finally satisfied.  For whatever reason, as its effect passed, Stacy
seemed to calm down quite a bit.  She signed and began to breath normally.
Helen let up on the dildos, letting most of the rubber toy slide out of
Stacy's body.  "Too much?" She asked.

   Stacy smiled weakly.  "Maybe." she admitted.

   Helen wasn't buying it.  She smirked and shook her head.  "I don't think
so.  I think I can get you begging for more real quick."

   Stacy shook her head and tried to tell Helen that she had had enough. 
The bronze woman pulled the rest of the long dildo out of Stacy's body and
then extracted the buzzing wand.  She turned it off.  She rested a hand on
Stacy's raised knee.  Studying the younger woman's face, she let the tips
of her fingers trace down the inside of her thigh.  "I can tell you're not
really satisfied yet." she said softly.

   Helen's fingertips gently tickled along Stacy's pussy lips.  They were
so inflamed from the stimulation they were almost red.  Her hole was hidden
by the swelling.  Stacy inhaled sharply as Helen's nails traced winding
trails through her dewy bush.

   Her fingers slid along the pale girl's soft stomach, leaving a trace of
her fluids behind like a trail of bread crumbs.  She circled Stacy's navel
and then dipped into the shallow pit.  Stacy shuddered, goose bumps
prickling her skin.  A gentle twinge in her core signaled her body's
interest.

   As Helen's attentions approached her breasts, Stacy inhaled deeply.  Her
chest rose and her tits stood tall, swollen with unabated lust.  Her pink
aureoles were fat and round, her small nipples curled tightly against the
tension.

   Helen's fingers danced lightly around one of the peaks, barely making
contact.  Stacy's breath was trapped in her chest and her body trembled. 
Helen bent slowly towards her other nipple, gazing into Stacy's eye.  She
parted her lips and smiled at the young woman.  Then gently, lovingly, she
kissed Stacy's nubbin.  She lingered, pressing her lips softly against the
warm flesh.  She slid her teeth back and forth across the firm tip,
scratching it.  Then she let it wedge between her teeth and nipped at it
ever so slightly.

   Stacy jumped and air whooshed from her longs.  She arms and legs
squirmed as she fought the urge to pull the smaller woman to her and rub
every surface of their bodies together.

   Helen sucked gently on one tit while her hand caressed the other.  She
straddled one of Stacy's legs.  As she slowly grew more aggressive with
Stacy's breasts, she let her thigh press against Stacy's damp sex mound. 
Stacy raised the other leg in instinctive response, pressing her own thigh
against Helen.  Both women groaned.

   Stacy reached up and pulled Helen's mouth down to hers.  They kissed
deeply, playing their tongues against one another.  Stacy's hand's clung to
Helen's buttocks and forced their bodies together.  Each woman ground
herself on the other's leg.  Muffled moans rumbled through their bodies
constantly.

   Stacy could feel Helen's long pussy lips spreading wide against her
thigh and the hot wetness of her cunt dribbling along her elevated leg down
to her groin to mingle with her own juices being churned by Helen.

   Helen grabbed Stacy's arm, pulling it loose from its grip on her ass and
guided it between their bodies.  She pressed it against her clit, catching
the tender morsel against Stacy's thigh.  Helen's groan turned rough and
eager as Stacy pressed her joy button home.  Helen bit Stacy's lip and
trembled.

   Leaving Stacy's fingers to continue their work, Helen's hand mirrored
it, slipping down to Stacy's love mound.  Her fingers wove into her bush
and captured the small point of flesh hiding her clit.  She kneaded it and
pressed her leg in hard against Stacy's slit.

   Both women were rocking against one another, fucking themselves against
each other.  As Stacy began gasping, she finally broke the kiss.  Her head
dropped back and her free hand forced Helen's back down to her tits.  With
one hand still prodding the woman's naked cunt, she clung to Helen with the
other.

   Each woman used the other's body eagerly.  Helen gripped Stacy's right
tit, supporting her weight and mashing the soft pale flesh.  She rode the
younger woman mindlessly, humping against Stacy's leg and mauling her pussy
mound with her strong surgeon's fingers.

   In turn, Stacy's hand had become a claw across Helen's back.  Her other
hand had locked onto Helen's bare mound, pinching, pulling and rubbing. 
Helen's thick clit pulsed and sang.  Each time Stacy yanked on the nubbin,
Helen jumped, driving her thigh into Stacy's groin and bearing down on her
breast.

   Stacy's mind was lost in a haze of lust, over-heated and
over-stimulated. The soreness from the abuse her tits had suffered earlier
was forgotten.  Mindlessly, she was goading the older woman.

   Despite her experience, Helen had let her lust carry her away as well.
The younger woman was driving the swinger crazy and baiting her aggression.
In brief flashes her fractured mind was aware of how rough she was becoming
but each such flash of thought was immediately washed away by another wave
of lust.

   Helen's had was digging deeply into Stacy's breast.  The B-cup beauty
was a perfect handful.  Helen's claw-like grip forced bulges of pale but
flushed skin between her finders.

   Stacy's confused brain was attempting to fight the pain in exactly the
wrong way...  by attacking Helen's body with greater ferocity.  She forced
all four fingers into Helen's drooling cunt while digging her thumb harshly
against her clit.  She was using her raised thigh to force the digging hand
in had against Helen's pelvis.

   Her other hand was across Helen's back, alternately pulling the other
woman tightly to her body, then gripping her ass with a claw-like grip that
echoed the tanned woman's assault on her breast.  Stacy's finger nails were
usually nibbled short which was fortunate; otherwise, Helen's back would
have been left in bloody shreds.  (A faint tracery of small scars already
graced its strong contours.)

   Helen had raised her leg a bit and was now driving her knee into Stacy's
slit.  She'd forced one finger under the tight hood of the girl's clit and
was bouncing it of her pelvic bone roughly.

   All of this was treatment that Stacy would have never tolerated for so
much as a second if her body and mind had not been so flooded by molten
lust.  Helen was leaving pink and white streaks across her tit and Stacy's
clit was crying out with as much agony as passion.  Her delicate pussy lips
were becoming sore and would almost certainly bruise.

   Stacy would have never guessed that her body would respond to such an
assault with a howling climax.

   A blood curdling scream ripped out from the girl.  Her husband jumped
and looked panicked...  her had never heard a noise anything like it from
his wife.  She had been known to give loud and happy voice to her pleasures
without shame...  but that's not what this sounded like.  The orgasm that
had been virtually beaten into her body evoked a primal response unlike
anything she had ever experienced.  Perhaps not exactly the most powerful
orgasm per se...  her most powerful orgasms left her rigid and trembling,
silent behind tense mussels.  The climax she was suffering now...  and
suffering may have been exactly the word...  was forceful answer to a
forceful demand.  Her body had cum in self-defense.

   Stacy's shriek struck at Helen's core.  The experienced slut, for better
or for worse, had heard its like before.  She knew it to be a paradox of
anguish and elation.

   In a split second of clarity, the older woman realized what she had
done. In that split second, her mind and body diverged.  In her mind, she
cringed with guilt.  She felt shame, not for the sexual act but for her
lack of control and the simple fact that she had hurt another person.

   In her body, a surge of adrenaline and hormones responded to Stacy's
eruption in a cascade of shuddering pleasure.  At the same time that her
mind quailed, her body vibrated with its own release.

   Stacy's climatic release, a defensive act to free her body from Helen's
assault and Stacy's numbed mind, gave her the strength and motivation to
heave the smaller woman off her body.  Stacy's tit was ripped from Helen's
grip and the climaxing women tumbled apart in a burst of limbs.

   Helen's body demanded attention as it galloped through orgasm and her
hand rubbed furiously at her clit.  Her breath came in coughs and gasps
between strangled moans.

   Stacy lay on her side, curled in a ball.  She was shivering.  Unlike
every other sexual experience of her life, she was now left cold and
drained.  The usual climb of ever greater heat and energy that climax
brought her had crashed into a pit of aching emptiness.  Her body had been
forced into orgasm almost against its will and it objected strenuously.

   Jared was on his knees at her side, hesitant to touch his wife.  Oh god,
this was a mistake, he thought to himself.  It had been going well but...

   He looked over at Helen.  She had calmed down and was able to pull her
hand away from her pussy.  The disquiet in her mind had doused her passion
to nearly the extent that Stacy's had been.  She exchanged a look with
Jared.  For a moment, she fought to show some defiance, to be unapologetic
for being an aggressive and sexual woman...  but she couldn't bring it off.
She felt guilty, not sexy.  She looked away.

   Turning back to his shivering wife, he finally placed a hand on her
shoulder.  A deep instinctive part of her recognized her husbands touch and
she clasped her hand over his.

   They say every cloud has a silver lining.  That night on the swingers'
floor, Mr.  and Mrs.  Lancaster found new depth in their love for one
another.  Neither said anything as Jared knelt there next to his wife, both
naked as the day they were born and both physically spent.  Somehow, that
hand on her shoulder seemed to feed new warmth into Stacy's body.  She
found within herself that she felt no resentment at all towards her husband
for what had happened.  She could have blamed him...  but didn't.  In
truth, she only blamed Helen a little bit...  what had happened seemed like
some kind of inevitable natural force.  But what was important to Stacy at
that moment was the absolute certainty that her husband loved her and would
never willingly hurt her.  It was a certainty more of faith than of
reason...  and it struck all the deeper because of that.

   And for Jared, the gentle way his wife stroked the back of his hand was
enormously reassuring.  A semblance of peace took over her features and her
breathing eased.  Nothing terrible had happened.  Stacy hadn't actually
been injured just...  pushed a little too far.

   Stacy got shakily to her feet.  Jared rose with her and she kissed him
gently on the cheek.  Her hand lingered on his arm for a moment as she
stepped away form him and looked down at Helen.  "I think Jared and I
should probably head home." She said, her voice steady.

   Stacy extended a hand to Helen, offering to help her to her feet.  Helen
took it, an uncertain smile of concern pulling at her face.  "I'm so sorry
Stacy.  You're okay, aren't you?"

   Stacy shrugged.  "I'm fine.  But I think that's enough for one night."

   Betty and Frank approached.  Betty held Stacy's shoulder and examined
her.  Her short hair stuck out in spikes and tangles.  Splotches of pink
heat marred her pale complexion.  Betty let her eyes travel down the young
woman's body, examining her frankly.  Stacy's nipples had gone flat, the
sea-shell pink coloring of her areola disappearing into the blemishes and
nascent bruising covering her chest.

   Stacy's knees were spread slightly making her stance awkward.  Her feet
shifted and she suppressed a wince.  Her beaver was a matted mess.  She
made a conscious effort to keep her hands away from her aching parts.

   Frank blew out his cheeks with a sigh.  "Stacy, I really hope..." His
voice faded away.  He didn't know what to say.

   Stacy smiled up at him.  "It was fun.  Really.  I'm not mad or anything,
it's just time to call it a night." She looked down at herself.  "I should
probably shower first..."

   Jared raised a hand and then rushed to retrieve the bag he had brought.
He opened it up to show Stacy.  "I brought you a change of cloths." He
raised his eyebrows at her.

   Stacy's smile grew broader.  "Oh thank god." She said.  Stuffed into the
bag were a one of her pairs of comfortable jeans, a T-shirt and a pair of
panties.  "Great.  Putting the dress back on would have felt a bit odd."

   Betty showed her to the bathroom.

   When she emerged fifteen minutes later, she looked comfortable and calm.
Her hair was clean and controlled though still damp and her face wore a
distracted but content expression.  The other four had gotten dressed,
Helen back in her casual after-work cloths and Frank still wearing a robe.
Betty was back in what she had worn too.  She made a face as Stacy walked
in, plucking at her wrinkled dress.  "I never plan these things through
right."

   Stacy wanted to keep things as pleasant and social as possible.  She
asked courteously, "Betty, do you have a way to get home?"

   The big woman nodded.  "Sure, I drove over here before dinner and rode
with Frank.  My car's right out side."

   Stacy turned to Helen and Frank, taking a deep calming breath.  Her
husband came to her side, resting his hand on her arm in support.  She gave
him a grateful smile which then turned into a mock sneer.  "By the way, you
didn't pack a bra."

   He smirked and overtly cast his eyes down to her breasts.  "You don't
think that was an accident do you?" His voice was playful is a slightly
desperate sort of way.

   She returned her attention to the Pollards.  She visibly hesitated... 
she couldn't help it...  but she was able to embrace Helen and give her a
sisterly peck on the mouth.  "It was fun.  I guess I have some things to
think about." Helen nodded blankly and Stacy turned to the big man standing
next to her.  She raised her arms in invitation, a more or less sincere
smile on her lips.  Frank lifted her in his arms and exchanged a quick
kiss. His hand squeezed her ass through the denim...  she neither objected
nor signaled any pleasure from the quick groping.  Frank set her down, his
face set in a determined grin.  "We'll have to do this again real soon."

   Helen hit him.  "Stacy, hun...  if you want to give me call in a few
days to talk or something..."

   Betty piped up, "Yeah, please, give one of us a call.  It would be a
shame if your first swing were your last." Everyone looked at her askance.
"What?  Hey, she had a ball.  There's no reason to let a few bruises spoil
the fun.  Helen will promise to be more careful next time, right?"

   Frank was shaking his head and Helen hid behind a hand across her brow.
Stacy laughed.  "Betty, I promise I'll give you a call.  We can probably
figure something out."

   The drive home for the Lancasters proceeded in silence.  Jared opened
his mouth a few times as if to say something but couldn't bring himself to
break the silence.

   Yes, Stacy had a lot to think about.  As time passed, the less and less
she blamed Helen for hurting her and the more she knew she had let herself
get into that situation because she wanted it.  It bothered her deeply but
also excited her.  She had never thought of herself as inhibited but
tonight she had gotten a glimpse of what it was like for Stacy Lancaster to
leally free her lust.  She had been shocked by the hunger she had felt. 
Damn it, she already knew her sex drive, once ignited, was too much for 99%
of the men in world.  Was she such a horny slut that even her own body
wasn't safe?

   They settled into bed quietly that night.  Jared was still feeling
secure in the revelation of the trust and love they shared...  he was
content to let his wife sort out her thoughts on her own.  She was too
smart and sensible to get freaked out.

   He was very confused two or three hours later.  His wife had thrown the
covers from the bed and climbed on top of him.  He woke slowly, becoming
aware first of her head pressed against his shoulder and then of her hand
on his manhood.  He was only half hard but could already feel his wife's
wet pussy lips running back and forth across his head as she hunched
herself over him.  "Stacy?" he asked, bewildered.  She'd woken him this way
literally hundreds of times but he had certainly not expected it this
night.

   Stacy moaned in frustration and arousal and shame.  "God I'm so fucking
horny."

   Jared cock continued to rise.  He could feel the tips of her breasts
against his chest.  They were hard and hot, swollen in arousal.

   Stacy had gotten no sleep.  She had been replaying the night in her head
over and over.  At first, she had focused on the problems and the pain but
that had quickly given way to the ghostly taste of cum and the thrill of
being filled by Frank's big cock or of feeling Betty's pussy undulate
around her invading hand.  The memories had lit her aching body afire,
washing away the little pains.

   Stacy let the head of Jared's cock enter her and slid down his shaft,
sighing and murmuring his name.  Jared reached for the bedside lamp, the
yellow glow momentarily stinging his eyes.  Stacy sat up on top of him and
he gazed into her lust-clouded eyes.  Then he took stock of the rest of her
body.

   Yes, her tits were bruised.  The right one bore pinkish-purple streaks
that probably matched Helen's hand.  The left was less marred but still
showed some dull blotching.

   When Jared caught sight of his wife's pussy-mound, he gasped.  "Christ
Stace, doesn't that hurt?"

   She almost whimpered as she ground herself on the base of Jared's cock.
"I don't care, just fuck me!!"

   Stacy's pussy lips were hugely swollen and Jared knew it wasn't from
arousal.  They resembled a pair of small purple bananas pressing against
her thighs and either side of his cock.  Their swollen state had the effect
of spreading the hair of her bush thin, allowing more skin to show than was
usual.  In the dim shadows cast by the bedside lamp Jared could not discern
color but they looked dark.

   "Honey...?" Jared asked.

   Stacy began fucking up and down on his shaft, allowing her pussy to
strike his groin hard at the bottom of each stroke.  With each impact she
gave a sharp moan.  "Yes damn it, it hurts.  But my pussy's so fucking hot
I don't care."

   She was afraid she was going crazy.  Her re-ignited sex drive was making
demands of her body that she couldn't resist.  The pain wasn't excruciating
torture but it was a hell of a lot more discomfort than she would ever put
up with under normal circumstances.

   "Oh god, I'm just a horny fucking slut.  Fuck me Jared.  Treat me like a
hunk of meet and fuck me till I bleed."

   "God no!" Jared shouted, shocked.  He began to pull away from his wife,
struggling to pull out from beneath her heaving body.

   Stacy clamped her hands down on his shoulders.  She ground herself
against him and slid her legs under his, capturing him closer.  "Yes!  If
you don't fuck me I'll just find something else to stick up my cunt.  You
know I will!"

   Over the few years of their marriage, Stacy had shown that her lust was
fully capable of out-striping even Jared's ability to perform.  She had at
times teasingly and at times with a hint of real contempt performed before
him by masturbating with her little dildo or sometimes other foreign
objects.  She had also described to him times before they had married when
she had been consumed by frustrated lust and spent five or six hours
furiously masturbating herself through dozens of orgasms.

   If Stacy really needed to be fucked, Jared knew she would find something
to get fucked by.

   She rode him for half an hour, her hormone-driven body tireless.  She
came six times, each climax causing her to cry out in bizarre mixtures of
pain and ecstasy.

   Jared's besieged cock finally released its load after those thirty
minutes, his resistance and concern for his wife being beaten out by the
hot grip of her swollen sex.

   Stacy pulled herself from his hips, releasing his softening prick.  She
stroked her sex, gritting her teeth while at the same time shuddering from
the last impulses of her most recent orgasm.  She let the fluids of their
sex pool in her hand and then slurped them into her mouth.  The taste made
her feel warm and tingly, still horny beyond belief.

   She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the small vibrator she
kept there.  She groaned in frustration when twisting its base brought a
weak little buzz that quickly dwindled to nothing.  "God damn batteries"
she said.  Or that's what Jared guessed she said; her words were slurred.

   Buzz or no buzz, she shoved the toy into her sopping pussy.  Her swollen
lips had closed tightly after Jared's cock was pulled out but softly made
way for the new intruder.  She buried the six inches of plastic into her
body and slid a couple finger in along-side for good measure.

   With one hand frigging away are her engorged sex, she bend over her
husband and sucked his nearly limp dick into her mouth.  She gave a
delighted little chuckle at the taste and used her tongue to play with its
pliant flesh.  "Honey..." Jared said.

   She growled and let his cock pop out of her mouth.  She looked him in
the eyes and said, "Shut up and get hard.  I'm not done yet." She returned
her mouth to his cock.

   She brought herself off twice with the dildo while working to revive her
husband.  When he finally got hard enough to penetrate her, she demanded
that he stand beside the bed and fill her pussy from behind.  He was able
to fuck her steadily for about twenty minutes, loosing track of how many
times his wife came, before he lost the ability to stand.  He ended up on
the floor which as where Stacy mounted him and eventually coaxed another
orgasm out of him.

   When she finally got off him, she was very unsteady on her feet.  But
the light in her eyes seemed as intense as ever.  "Damn it.  It's going to
take you forever to get hard again.  Go find some fucking batteries." She
said.  She tumbled onto the bead, searching the covers for the discarded
vibrator.  When she found it, Jared was still on his back on the floor. 
She got back to her feet and kicked him in the side.  It wasn't a vicious
kick by any means but it was more than a nudge.  "Hey.  I told you to find
some batteries.  Either find some batteries or get your dick hard...  and I
know you can't do that."

   Jared groaned and shook his head.  As he struggled to his feet, he tried
to reason with his wife.  "Stace honey, you need to calm down.  You're
acting weird.  Weird even for you when you're horny."

   Stacy snorted and sat at the side of the bed.  Rising one leg and
placing a foot on the bed beside her, she slipped the vibrator into her
pussy.  Amazingly, her abused mound looked no worse than it had when she
started this midnight madness.  Which is to say, bad but at least no worse.

   Jared tried again.  "Come on, let's go take a shower.  Or maybe get a
bowl of ice-cream.  I bet if you would just leave you damn cunt alone for a
few minutes you'd calm down." He began to sound a bit angry.

   Leaving the toy hidden in her pussy, Stacy stood and stalked out of the
bedroom.  "Fine, I'll go find the damn batteries myself."

   When she didn't return for five minutes, he went looking for her.  She
was in the living room with the lights on.  The drapes of the big picture
window were open.  Jared swore and hurried to close them.  It was past 3am
but still...  Stacy ignored him.

   She was on the couch with one leg out on the coffee table and the other
spread out beside her.  The vibrator was buzzing away, pressed against her
clit.  She had the TV remote shoved up her pussy.  Judging by the spread of
her pussy lips, she had already cum once on the combination.

   "Stacy!  My god, have you lost your mind?"

   Stacy yelled back, "What's your problem?  I'm not bothering you.  You
can go to sleep for all I care."

   Jared put his hands over his face.  "Do you even know what it is you
fucking yourself with?"

   She looked at him in confusion for a second.  She pulled the remote out
and looked at it.  She paused for several long seconds.  "Oh.  I guess that
is kind of weird."

   He snatched it from her hand and examined it.  It was covered with her
secretions.  "Shit" he mumbled.  He pointed it at the TV and hit power. 
Some infomercial blinked on.  He turned the TV back off and went to get
some paper towels.

   Stacy slid the vibrator back into her insatiable cunt.  "Damn it, find
me something else!"

   When Jared came back a minute later he was carrying a cucumber.  Stacy
let out a single bark of a laugh when she saw it.  "Ha!  Classic.  I
haven't used a vegetable since I was, like, fifteen." Jared slapped it
heavily into her outstretched hand.  It was cold from the refrigerator and
nearly exactly the girth of Jared's cock...  it was a long English style.

   Stacy let out a long hissing moan as she slid the cold green shaft into
her red slit, returning the vibrator to duty on her clit.

   Jared sat across from her and just stared as the panted and giggled
through four or five more orgasm.  The cucumber turned soft in the heat and
the vibrator started to wear down.

   Despite everything, watching his wife masturbate was undeniably
arousing. The long, healthy green dildo jerked and swayed between her legs
as she worked it.  Jared's cock stirred.  As Stacy began to bitch and moan
about the weakening vibrations, Jared jumped up and grabbed her by her
hair, pressing his semi hard organ to her mouth.  "You still want more you
piece of meat?"

   Stacy laughed, giddy with fatigue and lust.  "Oh goody." She said as she
let him force himself into her mouth.

   She still couldn't deep throat him but she let him use her mouth for a
good five minutes as his tired cock slowly hardened.  She managed another
climax of her own during that time, riding it out while sucking powerfully
on Jared's skin flute.

   Jared pushed his wife down on her back across the couch and knelt beside
her.  Before pulling the wilting cucumber from her snatch, he roughly
jabbed it into her several times.  Stacy raised her legs, presenting
herself to him as openly as possible.  He pulled the green stand-in from
her and replaced it with the real thing.

   In his nearly exhausted state, his cock remained hard (or almost hard)
for a very long time.  They changed positions multiple times, spending time
on the floor and in the near-by recliner.  Even Stacy's hyper-charged body
was unable to keep any kind of pace up.  They spent long minutes at a time
pressed together, still but for their heavy breathing.  Then one or the
other would push themselves to thrust rapidly for a short time and then
collapse again.

   In the end, Jared never did cum again.  One of their long pauses just
stretched and stretched until, without knowing it, they fell asleep
entwined on the floor.  They didn't waken until late in the morning when
the sun shown brightly through a slit in the drapes.

   Stacy was almost paralyzed with aching stiffness.  She winced every time
her thighs came close to closing.  Her pussy was raw as hamburger and
nearly as red.  Jared's cock too was showing the signs of heavy use but it
really wasn't any worse than many other nights of married bliss.

   The good news was that Stacy had driven the daemons from her body. 
Thoughts of the night before failed to kindle any kind of arousal.  Concern
for her sanity, yes; arousal, no.


   Boondocker