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 CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 Stacy George Frank Trey William Helen William Trey Jared
George (Frank assists) Felicity Frank George William share Jared Gloria
Trey Jared George share Jared Beth Jared William Frank coma (Trey leaves)
Author: Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)
Title: Stacy Lancaster - Swap Meet (Part 1)
Keywords: MF, group, swing
Summary: A textbook swingers' night
This is a work of fiction.  It contains explicit descriptions of sexual

acts.  It is not intended for minors.



   "We call it a swap-meet," explained Helen.  Her voice sounded small
coming from the cell phone's speaker.  It lay between Stacy and her husband
on the pillow, lighting their faces like a magic spell.  They were pressed
together face to face, separated by little more than the width of the
phone. Their legs entwined, each rested a hand on the other's hip.

   Jared's eyes glittered and he grinned at her.  Stacy rolled her eyes. 
"Real original."

   The voice on the phone chuckled.  "What do you wanna call it, musical
beds?  Or maybe a dick relay?"

   Stacy eyed her husband.  He and Helen were trying to talk her into her
next swinging experience.  The Lancasters had reminisced about her first
experience from a little over a month earlier while making love.  After
cooling down from their first few rounds, Jared had called Helen, hoping to
plan their next event.

   As luck would have it, a plan was already in the works.  "How many
people are we talking?" asked Stacy.

   "We always try to get five couples when we do it at our place.  We have
four bedrooms plus another bed in the basement playroom."

   Stacy scratched the side of her breast.  It was just an idle itch but
Jared watched her attentively.  She felt the warm imprint of his manhood
shift against her thigh.  She made a face at him and slapped his arm
gently. Men.

   "What are the bedrooms for?" She asked Helen through the glowing piece
of glass and silicon.

   "What do you think?"

   "Doesn't everyone just get it on in your living room or whatever?"

   Helen made a mock sound of impatience.  "No.  That's how a swap meet is
different.  It's not an orgy.  It's a series of pair-offs."

   "She's making a face," Jared told Helen.  "Either she doesn't get it or
she wants more cocks." He grinned at her.

   Actually, Stacy was indeed thinking that a few pair-offs weren't going
to get her more cock than a night alone with her stud husband.  She already
had the best man around; if she was going to swing she wanted to increase
the cock to pussy ratio.

   Helen laughed genuinely.  "Oh Stacy-cakes, I like the way your filthy
mind works."

   There was a pause.  They heard the older woman take a sip of something.
"To be honest, these kind of nights are more for the guys.  That's the way
it goes, you know.  Sometimes one of the girls gets royally fucked in a
gangbang, other times we give the guys a chance to sample more wares."

   "That's right.  You ladies have dues to pay." Jared proclaimed.  He got
gently hit again.

   Helen went on.  "But a swap-meet is plenty of fun.  And it's not like we
lock the bedrooms or anything.  I like to peek in on others when there's a
down moment or two." There was another pregnant pause.

   "You said you're setting up something for next weekend?" Stacy finally
asked.

   "Yep.  Barbecue Saturday evening and then straight to bed for desert."

   Stacy's eyes were drawn to Jared's growing arousal.  She ran a hand
along his heated shaft and scratched playfully at his inflamed purple
helmet.  She couldn't keep the grin from her lips.  She could feel the
familiar flush of heat rise in her chest and face, echoed by the damp slit
between her legs.  "Okay.  I guess it's selfish to keep this all to
myself."

   After a few seconds of silence, Helen realized to what she was referring
and cackled into the phone.  "Damn right, girlfriend.  That man of yours
should be considered a national treasure." She hung up and the man in
question rolled on top of his wife with a growl.

   *****

   Stacy hadn't seen the Pollard's back yard before.  The first thing she
noticed was the eight-foot privacy fence.  Well, she saw it from the big
deck so technically that was the first thing she noticed.  It's deeply
stained planks terraced across three levels.  There actually wasn't much
yard left over.

   Helen's husband Frank was at Stacy's side, hand on her hip.  He'd
welcomed her at the front door with a strong embrace while Helen pecked
Jared on the lips.  Frank's hand had traced along Stacy's back and patted
her left buttock.  Surprisingly, it made her feel very comfortable.  She
found Frank's big, squared-off frame reassuring.

   Now out on the deck, he let her pause to get her bearings.  He saw her
eyes linger over the covered Jacuzzi.  "Sorry, no hot-tub tonight I'm
afraid.  Damn thing's more trouble than it's worth, to be honest."

   "It's a money pit," Helen added as she breezed by with pitchers of
drinks.  She set them out on a catering table and added.  "We're tearing it
out in the fall, and I mean it this time." Jared had followed her, carrying
the dinner rolls and macaroni salad.

   There were steaming heating pans on the tables; Stacy could smell the
pork and beans.  But she was more interested in the other people on the
deck.

   As promised, the night would include five couples in total.  The
Lancasters had been the last to arrive but had pulled in just moments after
another young couple.  Stacy saw them now.  She knew they would be the
Tomlinsons.

   He was a sandy-haired beanpole, even taller than Frank.  Probably thirty
or so, he was wearing stylish tinted glasses and an open cream shirt over a
dark tee.  He had a prominent Adam's apple but a handsome, slightly pinched
face.  His wife was at his side.  She was...  well, one word would be
striking but not for the usual reasons.

   The woman was rail thin and nearly six foot herself.  Stacy's eyes
flickered down to her feet.  Thin sandals...  and a hell of a lot of leg.

   She was pale as milk and had virtually no figure.  She did have ink
though.  She had a flame-patterned sari around her hips and a light
sun-shirt on over a barely legal black bikini.  Stacy could make out some
kind of web pattern over her shoulder and a big jungle cat curled around
her exposed hip.

   Her short, layered hair was black at the roots and fringed with scarlet.
Stacy realized she was staring at the woman's nose ring and tore her eyes
away.

   Frank suggested they get some drinks and started lighting Tiki torches
at the edges of the deck.  She saw Jared grab a hard cider but she didn't
want any alcohol.  She generally didn't drink and saw no reason to make an
exception today.  But there was ginger ale and coke.  She went with the
ginger ale just because it was something different.

   She dropped her little overnight bag in a small pile of other bags and
purses near the door.

   Her eyes continued to rove as she popped the can open.  Another couple
had clearly been here a little while already and were sitting on lounges
with tall mixed drinks.  They were older, undoubtedly into their forties.
She couldn't be sure but the man looked to be under average in height.  He
was in a black short-sleeved shirt with half the buttons undone.  There was
a hint of steel at his temples and peppering his thick chest hair.

   He had a look of someone that spent a lot of time outside.  He was in
conversation with Helen and some other guests and was gesturing strongly
and laughing.  Stacy wouldn't give him a second look on the street but he
moved with an energy she liked.

   The woman on the lounger next to him had to be his wife.  She was short;
as short as Helen.  But where their host had a whipcord thin, almost severe
looking body, the woman on the lounger had plenty of padding.

   Stacy liked her own body; it fit her.  Subtle curves.  Not athletic but
on a good frame.

   The woman on the lounger had broad hips, thick ass and thighs and
breasts that seemed to cover most of her stomach.  She must take care of
herself somewhat though because that stomach was under control.  It
swelled, yes, but not enough to detract from her more attractive curves.

   She had a dusky complexion and pitch black hair spread out in thick
waves behind her head.  Likely South American with a lot of Indian in her
blood.  She waved happily at Jared and blew him a kiss; apparently someone
he had known in his prior swinging incarnation.

   Jared gave her a happy smile and a nod back.  His eyes glinted with
interest.  The woman didn't have anyone's idea of the perfect body but
Stacy instantly saw her underlying allure.  She was unabashedly and loudly
WOMAN, someone who could be mother or bed-mate with equal dedication.

   Or so were Stacy's thoughts when looking at her.  In truth, her mind had
maybe been thrown off kilter by notions of the night's festivities.  And of
the woman mounting her Jared and burying him in that bosom.

   Those should be the McCoys then.

   Jared brought her a loaded plate.  He knew what she'd want.  Pulled pork
but no bun, a small mountain of pickles and green olives and German potato
salad.  She saw that his own plate had nearly as many pickles in a sandwich
along with the pork.  He'd opted for macaroni salad as well as beans.

   So, that left one more couple to check out.  They were over by a small
bed of roses down in the remnant of a yard, the woman calling to Frank
about something horticultural.

   Hard to judge their ages but the woman looked to be the older of the
two. Stacy blinked.  She was actually much like Stacy if you added eight or
ten years.  Breasts a little bigger, hair much longer but more lightly
colored into the auburn range.  She was bent over, apparently feeling the
rose buds.  Stacy glanced at Jared and saw he'd noticed her as well.  Her
heart shaped ass was hard to ignore.  Especially in yoga pants.  Beneath
which there was no underwear.

   The man was in jeans and a tight muscle shirt.  To better display his
muscles.  Obviously.  He seemed a bit at a loss while his lady and Frank
talked about the roses.  ~He looks like arm candy,~ Stacy thought.  He had
a dark buzz cut and whenever he couldn't think of what to do with his
hands, he crossed his arms high over his chest.

   It was a very military sort of posture but Stacy couldn't help thinking
"poser".  He seemed a gym rat with very specific ideas about machismo.

   Again, Stacy was leaping to conclusions but she did have a little intel
on the matter.

   That would be Felicity Harrow and her boyfriend.  Helen had said the
man, who wanted to be called Trey, had been attached to Felicity for about
half a year and had been to a handful of functions.  Helen grudgingly
admitted he behaved himself but clearly didn't care for the man.

   Helen swept by again.  The small older woman was in tight halter top. 
Her tiny chest didn't have much to hold it up with but the stretch fabric
clung nonetheless, ensuring her nipples showed clearly.  Below she was in
short white Capri pants and was barefoot.

   The woman still fascinated Stacy.  She knew Helen's deep tan covered
every inch of her spare body, right down to her shaved mons.  Not that most
of that was visible at the moment.  There was no wasted flesh anywhere on
that body; it's like Mrs.  Pollard's raw intensity just wouldn't allow it
to linger.

   She was a freaking heart surgeon, well respected in her field.  The
epitome of work hard, play hard; she was in her mid-forties.  Helen Pollard
did everything 200% to the point that she was a little mad.

   It made Stacy shiver to remember what that woman had done to her.  Helen
had said tonight would be tame by comparison.  That was probably a good
thing.  Stacy Lancaster still wasn't sure of her own appetites and
limitations or lack thereof.  She was a little afraid that someone like
Helen could pull her down into a depraved rabbit hole of uninhibited
hunger.

   Stacy didn't want to be a user of people or a toy herself, regardless of
the pleasures that offered.  But she also didn't want to completely shut
herself off from those more interesting aspects of her personality.  She
didn't know yet if there was a good balance to be found or where it might
lie.

   She clasped Jared's hand to hers briefly as they found seats and joined
the conversation.  If nothing else, she knew he had her back in all things.
She was determined to enjoy the night and not over-think things.

   ****

   Stacy and Jared had a chance to chat at least a little bit with all the
other couples during dinner.  William McCoy intrigued her.  The stout man
had a masculine energy she hadn't encountered before.  Boyish but tempered
by confidence.  Knowing they would be sharing a bed sometime that night
probably had a lot to do with her fascination.  She couldn't get the idea
of his hands and lips all over her out of her head.

   George Tomlinson interested her for different reasons.  He and his wife
Bethany (or "Beth") had been pretty quiet.  None of the guys were too shy
about checking out the ladies but George seemed continuously mesmerized by
every hip and breast.  He was constantly adjusting the front of his slacks
but couldn't hide the lump there.

   He looked like he knew he was about to get eaten alive and it made Stacy
want to tear off a chunk for herself.  Again, the general air of sexual
tension and knowledge that she would be fucking each of these men was
allowing her deeper urges free rein.

   Trey was an undeniable hunk but was almost as quiet as the Tomlinsons.
Definitely a boy toy.  It turned out Felicity was a lawyer and Trey a
personal trainer.  Practically a cliche.  Stacy figured Trey would be good
for a roll in the hay but she was actually more interested in Felicity. 
The woman spent time on William's lap, his hand under her shirt as if
nothing unusual was happening.  His wife, Gloria, stroked Felicity's thigh
fondly watching them, a drink in her other hand.  They'd clearly been
friends for a while.

   Stacy couldn't get a read on how Trey felt about that.

   She leaned against Jared, hand on his knee.  They'd both set their
plates aside and relaxed in the fading dusk.  The Tiki torches sent thin
smudges of soot skyward.  Their flickering orange light became visible
dancing across the guests.

   "Okay, boy's and girls, I hope no one over-did it on dinner.  We don't
want anyone feeling bloated." Helen said, gathering the couples together.
She clapped her hands.  "We're doing this boudoir style tonight.  That
means each lady gets a bed and each of the gentlemen will come to her at
the appointed time."

   Frank said, "I'll keep the guys out here for a bit while Helen gets you
girls settled in your lairs."

   The couples made murmured partings, all exchanging brief kisses.  Jared
patted her ass as she turned away into the house.  The women all collected
their bags.

   "Frank and I will come around after each period to escort the guys to
where they need to be." She said, gathering the girls in the kitchen for a
moment.  "We'll start out at about an hour each but things slow down as the
night progresses so we play it by ear." She looked at Stacy.  "There's a
bathroom in this hall here and one off the master bedroom, if you need it.
There's also one in the basement."

   She gestured for Felicity to follow her down a short hallway.  "Elle,
I'm going to put you in the Kamasutra room." Curious, Stacy followed and
peeked into the room.  Deep orange lampshades on each bedside light made
the room dark but inviting.  A dresser supported a large mirror and on two
walls there were silhouette prints of couples in intimate embrace.

   The lawyer took the doctor aside in the room for a quiet talk.  It
looked like Felicity was explaining something to her host, or asking for
something.  Helen was slowly shaking her head through most of the
conversation but in the end, she shrugged and nodded.  Elle handed her a
couple small items which Helen discreetly pocketed.  They pecked each other
on the lips and the hostess gave Stacy a "don't worry about it" smile as
she stepped back into the hallway and closed the door.

   "The night stands all have supplies," Helen said.  She glanced at Stacy.
"Toys and lube and a few other things" she explained.  She beckoned the
willowy Bethanne.  Helen barely came up to her shoulder.  "The animal room
for you I think, hon." Stacy tagged along again.  She was going to just
assume the two rugs, three pillows and comforter were all fake fur. 
Everything was leopard and tiger prints, the lighting a little brighter
than the previous room.

   Helen was apparently leaving Stacy for last.  They dropped Gloria off in
the royalty room.  The walls had thick hangings and the bed was a big
four-poster affair with a canopy.

   In the other wing of the house, another hallway ended in a single room.
"I saved our room for you, Stacy-cakes."

   The master bedroom was spacious and had a large sunken tub in one
windowed corner.  The windows ran floor to ceiling and were tinted, the
shade suggesting to Stacy that there were mirrored from the outside. 
"Wow," was all Stacy could say.  The view wasn't stunning but a few of
taller buildings downtown were visible against the horizon.  She spun
around looking.  The attached bath had a large, glassed in shower stall as
well.  There was a full sized couch against one wall and huge king sized
bed with an intricate and heavily built headboard.

   "Glad you like it." Helen came close and put her arms around Stacy's
waist.  "How are the teacups doing?" she asked, peering at the tips of
Stacy's breasts.  She wore no bra under the halter and her puffy nipples
were very visible now.  "Yeah, looks like you're ready to have fun." Helen
ran her hands across the soft peaks and turned her face up to Stacy.

   The small, lean doctor made Stacy feel so soft and womanly.  Helen's
slightly parted lips were an invitation and Stacy bent to accept it.  Their
tongues played for a moment.  "Honey, I'm not going to pretend to know you
but I think I have you partially figured out.  Jared's told me you can be a
demanding hellcat in bed.  Which is awesome.  And coming from him, I know
it's not hot air."

   "Before Jared, I really had to control myself.  My expectations." Stacy
admitted.

   Helen nodded.  "I need you to be a little careful about that tonight. 
These are good guys but they're going to have to pace themselves and I am
being nothing but truthful when I say none of them are the man Jared is.  I
need you to manage your expectations tonight."

   Stacy pouted and she wasn't acting.  Helen patted her cheek.  "I get it.
Lord knows I can be a bitch in bed myself.  And there's a time and a place
for being a raging lust beast that demands more than a man can give.  Aside
from the lust and the pleasure itself, there's power there.  But not
tonight please dear."

   Stacy sighed.  "Fine.  I get it." Helen squeezed her ass and playfully
bit her chin before turning to go.

   Mrs.  Lancaster pulled gossamer from her bag.

   *****

   The men killed a couple minutes shooting the breeze out on the deck. 
When it was time, Frank guided them toward the first assignations of the
night.

   Frank left Jared to knock softly at the door to the animal room.  "Come
in," called a soft voice.  He turned the knob and pushed.

   Bethany Tomlinson's pale body stretched languidly across the orange and
black pelt on the big bed.  The tiny black G-string wasn't imaginative but
it was striking.  Her legs just went on forever.  Jared closed the door
behind him as Beth ran her hand through her hair and down her body.  "Hey
handsome, am I going to be enough woman for you?"

   Jared just let himself gaze at her.  Beth liked the way his eyes burned
across her body.  She really liked it.  She squirmed, unable to completely
contain her excitement.  She had a life-long problem of craving the
attention of men.  Intellectually, she was a liberated and progressive
woman, just starting to make headway in a career as a technical writer. 
That's what she wanted for her life and had worked hard to achieve it.

   But whenever a guy looked at her as a sex object, well, she ate it up.
It was almost an addiction.  Something she knew wasn't good for her but
gave her such a thrill.

   Swinging was a way to indulge the urge.  She gave herself license to
flaunt her body and stoke the fires that she lit in men's gaze.  Her spare
and elongated frame wasn't classically sexy but she had discovered that
being exotic had its own appeal to many, many men.

   Also, Beth was no tease.  When she fed the flames, she didn't hold
anything back.  Physical touch was an even bigger turn on than heated
gazes. The excitement of being lusted for made Bethany very horny and
ready.

   Seeing no reason to delay, Jared stripped out of his shirt.  Beth
pinched at her little tits through the bikini top and watched him intently.
He wasn't a hunk but lust was less picky about those things.

   Jared shucked his slacks, leaving him only in boxers.  Beth saw that
while he wasn't completely tenting them, there was already a weighty
swelling.  "Everyone's been telling me you're pretty fantastic Jared. 
What's your secret?"

   He watched as her hand slid down her flat stomach.  For just a second,
she played with the navel ring that hung there; ruby like her hair.  That
little bauble had been playing hide and seek with him all night.  "There's
no secret," he said as her fingers slipped beneath the G-string.  "Women
are sexy and I love to fuck them."

   He dropped his boxers and tumbled into bed.  He swept the lanky women
into his arms and rolled her on top of him.  He looked her in the eyes
while pulling the tie loose on the back of her bikini.  When it fell away
his hands moved down to her narrow ass, wrapping around her until his
fingers pressed against her thinly veiled clam.  He pressed his lips to her
chest and sucked an entire yoke-sized breast into his mouth.

   Bethany arched her back and wrapped her hand around his rapidly growing
manhood.  No words were necessary.  Something simple and primal was about
to happen in the animal room.

   **

   In the royalty room, Gloria was unknowingly arrayed much as Bethany had
been.  She too lounged on her side in the middle of the bed.  But the
difference in effect was profound.

   Gloria's luscious form was entirely nude but concealed coyly.  Thick
waves of hair draped along her side and over her profound bosom.  One leg
was cocked casually over the other, obscuring her grotto.

   What was not concealed was her eager expression.  Trey stepped into the
room and drank in the vision before him.  He was young and relatively new
to swinging.  Also, new to the idea of being something of a kept man. 
Being with Felicity had been a learning experience.  She had shown him all
the ways sex could be different and fun and even challenging.  She had
transform sex from a pleasurable physical release to a sensual experience
of the senses and mind.

   She had also opened up his sexual appreciation for women other than
young hot-bodies.  He had never been attracted to even moderately "thick"
women.  Felicity herself had nice curves but was generally average in
build.

   Gloria had curves on top of curves.  Her hips and thighs were overly
generous and her legs weren't very long.

   But seeing her there with lust in her eyes and a hungry smirk on her
face instantly aroused Trey.  He wanted to lose himself in that lush
womanhood.

   As the door closed, Gloria tossed her hair back, unveiling her tits. 
They didn't defy gravity; they defined it.  They spread out under their own
soft weight, each given shape by a crinkled crown of milk chocolate around
a hard cherry.  Gloria briefly twisted one sensitive nipple between her
lacquered fingernails.

   Trey stepped forward, hand raising unconsciously.  He wanted to touch
them, to touch all of her.  Chuckling with the deep satisfaction of knowing
another young stud had been hooked, Gloria grabbed his arm as he
approached. She pulled him to her, first his hand to her tits and then
rolling his entire body onto the bed with her.  "Does the big boy want to
play with me?" she asked, voice dripping with promise.  Before he knew what
had happened she had her thick legs wrapped around his middle and his head
in her hands.

   He was still fully clothed but Gloria had no trouble feeling his muscles
through the thin shirt he wore.  She growled as she pulled his face into
her massive tits.  "Come on, boy, let's get this party rolling."

   **

   The Kamasutra room was locked.  Frank shrugged.  He pointed back the
other way down the hall to the other side of the house.  "George, you'll be
starting out in the master bedroom at the end of the other hall.  Billy,
you're in the basement playroom." His deep voice held back a chuckle. 
"This one is mine."

   William patted him on the shoulder but was quick to depart on his
assignment.  George smiled and headed to his own date with mystery.

   Frank rapped on the door of the Kamasutra room.  "Are you indecent yet?"
he inquired.

   "Just give me two more minutes." Called a soft voice from within.

   Frank knew the voice well and his grin spread.  "Felicity you slut, what
are you doing, fucking the bedpost?"

   "You know a girl has to work hard to get ready for the fucking monster
you have." 'Elle answered.  There was another minute of silence before the
door unlocked.  She swung it open with a flourish.

   Felicity wore a satin corset of black and crimson, cinched tightly
around her middle.  But it had no bustier and her soft, delectable tits
were raised high and spilling over.  Frank's eyes bugged out.  "Damn girl,
can you breathe in that?" His hands went right to her tits and he squeezed
them firmly.  "Never mind, don't care." He half lifted her as he intensely
explored her chest, making her feel small and about to be devoured.  He
rushed her backward into the erotically appointed room and rode her down
onto the bed, lips engulfing one fat nipple.

   "God Frank, that feels amazing but get your damn clothes off first.  I
need a taste of that salami!"

   **

   William found Helen awaiting him at the bottom of the steps.  The room
was very large, taking up most of the house.  It was dark save for a single
lamp beside the large bed against one wall.

   His hostess was nude.  She didn't waste a moment but dropped to her
knees and began to pull down his shorts.  "I have been eye-banging every
man here for hours and I need fucking cock," she growled.  She grabbed his
naked, hairy ass and shoved his mostly-soft meat into her mouth.

   William had known Helen for a number of years.  He was unsurprised by
her behavior.  He removed his shirt while she smothered herself in his
groin.

   The warmth of his body and the salty taste of his manhood made Helen
feel lightheaded.  And his smell.  That musky-sour aroma of a healthy male.
She pinched one of her nipples hard and let her tongue wiggle his ball
sack.

   He was growing quickly.  The vitality of the sensation made her pussy
and mouth water in equal measures.  As his thick sausage hardened, she let
it force open her throat.

   Only when William's fat eight inches was wood-hard and throbbing did she
pull away.  She gazed up at him.  "I love the feel of a cock getting hard
and ready to fuck," she sighed.

   That kind of treatment makes any man bold and William was bolder than
most when it came to lust.  He grabbed the surgeon's short hair and urged
her to her feet, shoving her toward the bed and its pool of light.  "Get
where I can watch you choke yourself on my cock."

   He watched as she fell to her knees again in the light, her hard, tanned
body almost angular.  A woman her size should seem delicate but Helen was
anything but.  No more delicate than steel.

   William knew how she relished being tested.  He didn't wait for her to
give him any little signal or for her to make the next move.  He just
grabbed her head in both hands and watched his cock disappear down her
throat.  She gazed up at him, nothing in her eyes but lust and challenge.

   Of course, he would have to pace himself.  It would not do to disappoint
a woman as...  sure of what she wants as Helen Pollard.

   **

   Stacy slid the baby-doll down over her head.  It was light pink but so
sheer it barely had any color at all.  She shook it out around her and then
smoothed it against her body.

   Half of one wall of the big master bedroom held a closet behind mirrored
sliding doors.  Stacy turned to examine herself, brushing her short hair
back self-consciously.  Her bare feet shifted nervously on the thick
carpet.

   Stacy had worn a light pastel green bra and pantie set.  Both were sheer
lace.  She'd discarded the bra already though.  Under the baby-doll, Stacy
could clearly see the shape and deeper shade of her nipples.  She touched
one lightly and felt it tighten.  Her stomach fluttered.  She watched
herself brush the gentle swell of her belly, fingers strumming her navel.

   Stacy Lancaster had a discrete but womanly figure.  Her healthy B-cup
breasts didn't turn heads on the street but were perfectly shaped and very
expressive when she was aroused.  Seeing herself in the mirror, she
imagined a strange man's hands on her breasts and they tightened more.  A
flush glowed near her collar bone and she felt her ears get warm.

   She caressed her hip.  The pantie's low-riding boy-short design
accentuated her hips.  She couldn't help but swivel her ass toward the
mirror, rising on her toes to protrude her little butt.  To be honest it
was a little boyish but looked real good covered in lace.

   She'd had the outfit a couple months and Jard went apeshit for it every
time she put it on.  It wasn't really her first sexy lingerie but she'd
bought it with a new sense of naughty confidence and was still amazed by
how good she looked in it.

   She jumped when the door latch clicked.  For a moment she felt like a
deer caught in the headlights as she watched it swing open.

   Tall, sandy-haired George Tomlinson stepped into the room but then
stopped dead.  He stared at Stacy, and she goggled back at him.  She felt
his eyes rake her down and up.  He whistled long and low.  "Wow.  I must
have died and gone to heaven's bordello."

   Stacy regained her composer as he closed the door.  He stepped further
into the room but was taking his time, drinking her in with his eyes.  She
felt her flush intensify.  "I thought the idea was that we spend the night
sending each other to heaven." she joked.

   He halted just out of reach.  He knew she was relatively new to
swinging. He wanted to let her set the pace...  though his hands itched to
touch her tender flesh.  "Stacy, the only idea I have right now is how much
I want to touch you."

   The room was silent for a bit as they looked at one another.  His eyes
left trails of heat all over her body.  Stacy studied his face and his
eyes. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.  She imagined his
mouth watering and smiled at the thought.  The smile seemed mysterious to
George.  Mysterious but inviting.

   She let her gaze fall to the front of his slacks.  There was swelling
there.  As she watched it seemed to grow.

   Stacy took a deep breath and closed her eyes.  She took a moment to
clear her mind of all but one thought.  Cock.  How he would grow hard for
her and penetrate her.  She let the breath out.  She raised her head and
opened her eyes, looking up at the blond.

   George almost took a step back when he saw those deep brown eyes.  They
dilated and her nostrils flared.  She took three quick steps and pressed
her body against his.  She smiled crookedly and wrapped her hand around the
bulge in his pants.  Her other hand traced down his arm and took his.

   She rubbed his palm with her thumb.  "My body is yours for an hour,
pretty boy.  Make it count!" He ran their hands up under her negligee and
onto her throbbing breasts.

   George squeezed her flesh and she moaned.  His other arm pressed against
her back and he ground himself against her bare stomach.  "Yes!  I'm going
to make your body sing."

   She undid his belt and opened his slacks.  She grabbed his undershorts
at the same time and shoved them down his legs.  When her hand closed
around his hot member, they both moaned.  She felt him swell in her grip.
She straightened and he swept both hands back under her nightie.  His hot
hands danced and kneaded across her chest.  She groaned again and pressed
her forehead to his chest.

   Her mouth hung open mindlessly.  She stared down at George's dick.  It
was uncircumcised, the hood still covering the head.  It was on the thin
side; she was able to get her fingers all the way around it but it was
probably over seven inches long.

   Her mouth was watering as he continued to squeeze and pinch her tits. 
She let saliva drip in a long rope.  It found his cock and she spread the
wet around.  Pre-cum added to the lubrication and soon his whole shaft was
slick.

   She stroked it, watching the extra skin shift around.  It made her so
hot as it became very hard for her.  She dipped down, tearing her tits from
George's grasp.  She licked the half-shrouded tip of his penis and then
wrapped her lips around the knob.  His hands raked her back.

   Stacy closed her eyes and moaned as the flavors hit her.  Her pussy went
slick instantly.  His readiness made her eager.

   She fell back, dropping onto her butt.  She quickly rolled and twisted
to come back to her feet, just out of reach again.  She made intense eye
contact with him as she pulled the negligee off.  He walked himself out of
his pants and kicked them to the side.  He couldn't keep his hand off his
dick as he stared at the delicate swell of her freed breasts.  He was so
taken with them that he barely noticed her slip out of her panties.

   She laid back onto the bed, legs spread wide.  Now George definitely
noticed her unclad groin.  Soft amber fur covered her mound.  She closed
her eyes as she ran her fingers through her slit and then spread herself
for him.  "Get in here.  Feel me on the inside."

   George Tomlinson stepped between her legs and gazed down at her pink
slit.  It lay open for him, glistening.  He hesitated, a shudder going
through his body.  He took a couple deep breaths.  "Come on baby, can't you
see how ready I am?  Fuck me, George.  Please fuck me and make me cum." She
rocked on her back, beckoning him with her hips.

   He was trying to dial back his arousal just a bit for fear of cumming
too soon.  Her begging wasn't helping.  He forced himself to take another
couple breaths before leaning over her.  With one hand on the bed near her
shoulder, he stared down at her begging eyes.  He held his cock tightly and
ran the head down her slit.  She bit her lip, her eyes saying "please" as
she tried to lift her hips higher to meet him.

   She was slick and hot but also a little tight.  Tighter than he
expected. She squirmed while he worked to find the best angle.  Then he
brought his arm tighter against her shoulder.  Giving her a "here it comes"
grin, he pressed home quickly.

   Stacy took every inch and arched her back with pleasure.  He brought his
other arm down to the bed, holding her in place.  She grabbed his arms and
hooked her heels behind his back and pressed herself to him.  "Christ
almighty that feels good.  Pretty boy can fuck."

   And he continued to do so with long confident strokes.  She came all
over his cock twice, babbling her delight.  He loved her lively responses.
She fucked back at him with every stroke, eyes bright and intense.

   Before he got too close to climaxing himself, he pulled away.

   He was gasping from exertion.  Stacy looked gorgeous, skin glistening
with perspiration and bright pink pussy splayed open, still inviting.  Her
tits were pumped into high peaks by her arousal.

   George had a wonderful idea.  "You're so fucking hot babe.  I want to
nut all over you," Stacy whimpered, loving the idea.  She stroked herself.
George gestured at the mirrored doors.  "I want to fuck you from behind
where we can see ourselves.  Get on your knees and face catty-corner on the
bed."

   Stacy looked at him and then at the mirrors and grinned.  Giggling, she
got onto her hands and knees.  As he had said, rather than facing the
mirrors, she turned at an angle, allowing them to both see the mirrors
comfortably and to get a better look at the action.

   George stepped onto the bed and bounced around a bit, his long, hard
cock dancing like a conductor's baton.  Stacy laughed again.  She shook her
ass at him and slapped it.  "Come on cowboy!"

   He dropped to his knees between her legs and slapped her other cheek. 
Her pale, smooth skin quickly formed a faint pink echo of his hand.  She
darn near came right then.

   They both watched in the mirror as he let his cock slide around her ass
and the small of her back.  He was so much taller than her that he easily
cleared her hips.

   He took the opportunity to cool down his boiling nuts.  "You're so
beautiful," he said.  "I wish you could see the curve of your back right
now.  It's the sexiest thing in the world." His hands raked down her spine
as his throbbing cock drooled onto her tail bone.

   Stacy shuddered.  She watched herself in the mirror.  She didn't have
the guitar-outline view of herself that George did but the downward arch of
her back as she stretched before him and the upturned globes of her ass
really did look pretty amazing.

   As for the petrified snake that was fencing with her backside...  she
bumped back against him and whined.  "When are you going to put it back in
me?" She ground her asscrack against his scrotum.  "Please, Georgie. 
Please fuck my hot little pussy.  Your big cock makes me cum so good."

   He had no answer other than a shift in posture.  He knee-stepped one leg
outside hers and then the other, lowering his hips to line up the hole she
wanted him to fill.  Stacy watched intently through the mirrors.  It was
like some kind of vaguely soft-core porn; she saw his hips but no longer
his dick.  But she felt it soon enough.

   George took her hips in his hands and let his cock split her petals. 
Stacy's toes curled and she lowered her head in pleasure.  When he entered
her, it was a long, forceful strike.

   Stacy nearly came when her ass pressed flush to his pubes and his long
cock reached her deepest core.  She let out a breath she didn't realize she
was holding.  "Oh yeah.  Fucking amazing.  Go slow, babe.  I want to feel
everything."

   She did feel everything.  Every nerve ending of her sheath was
electrified, tuned to every movement made.

   If anything, it felt even better for George.  The woman felt so alive
between his hands and around his cock.  She never stopped moving; rocking
and twisting in subtle ways around his point.  He was doing the fucking but
she was making it sizzle.

   When she came, her hands bunched the covers and her spasming hole seized
George so powerfully he almost lost his mind.  She came silently this time
but panted and shook uncontrollably.

   George just barely held on to his control.  When he felt she had
finished her third orgasm of the night, he had to pull from her.  He held
his cock tightly and closed her eyes and didn't move.  Barely, just barely
the held back the rising tide.  Stacy didn't quite notice the pause, mind
still clouded by her powerful climax.

   She started rocking again unconsciously and it took her a moment to
realize he was no longer inside her.  A ridiculous thing really since his
long cock had split her so nicely but her senses were a-whirl.

   She worried that he might have cum and she missed it.  But in the
mirror, she saw him.  She saw his struggle.  She waited quietly for maybe a
minute.  When he opened his eyes, she smiled at him through the mirror. 
"You're wonderful George.  I came so good.  I want you to finish now. 
Please cum for me."

   He gave her a tired, happy smile back and caressed her ass.  "Where do
you want it?" he asked.

   "Fuck me like this some more.  I want to cum on that cock again and then
feel you spray all over my back." She patted her own ass and let her
fingers pull part of her pussy open for him.  "Let's get messy."

   God the little woman was sexy.  It was as much her attitude as her
subtle curves.  He'd had his share of woman, both before and after getting
married and it would be a bit hasty to declare Stacy the sexiest but there
was something surprising in how desirable her simple form was.

   He knew himself to be a very lucky man as he bent to kiss the small of
Stacy's back playfully before straightening and impaling her roughly on his
aching spear.

   Stacy yelped and giggled and ground her ass against the tall blond.  She
was ready for a hard fuck.

   George gave her what she needed.  Quickly Stacy's heart began to race
again.  His body slapped against hers over and over again, loud and
exciting.  Stacy began to babble, begging and cursing and crying as both
lovers went into overdrive.  She could barely spare a glance for the mirror
now but George was intent on it.  He watched her expressions and her
swaying, jumping tits.  He used the sights and the sounds she was making to
steer by, to gauge her progress.  It was like driving a race car, taking
turns and accelerating down straights as the track demanded.

   All with the goal of reaching a finish line that would see both of them
victorious.

   Stacy had some inkling of what George was doing.  She recognized the
skill with which she was being driven and it excited her beyond words.  She
let him have the control, not even paying attention to how close or far
away she felt her climax to be.  It would come when George made it happen
and Stacy just thrilled to the ride.

   They hit the home stretch in perfect harmony, George's surges now coming
slightly slower but he held himself deep on each one for just a moment. 
Stacy was just shouting "Yes, Yes, Yes!" with each impact.

   On the last lunge, Stacy swore he found another couple of inches of cock
somewhere.  He bottomed out and gripped her hips ardently to his.  He was
puffing and growling and Stacy screamed "Fuck." as she came hard, her cunt
flooding with joy.  "Ahhhh, god." Stacy did not climax quietly this time.

   Once her eruption was well underway, George pushed her off his raging
cannon.  He held it to aim but didn't need to stroke it even once.  He was
already cumming.  The semen leapt from his cock in burning jets, striking
across Stacy's back and ass.

   Stacy let herself drop onto her stomach and she continued to tremble
through her fantastic orgasm.  Every hot drop that struck her sent ripples
of pleasure through her supercharged nervous system.  Her eyes glazed.

   George fell beside her, struggling for breath.  Neither said anything.
Neither could nor needed to.  They both radiated satisfaction and pleasure
and sweat and just wallowed in it all for several minutes.

   *****

   In the animal room, Jared ate out Bethany's shaven clam through two
squealing orgasms before pinning her to the mattress with his spike.  Her
coltish legs were behind her head as he ravaged her upturned sex.  She came
twice more that way, begging him to never stop.

   When his back and legs could no longer support him, she rode his
seven-inch wonder, grinding hard on his hips.  He chewed on her sensitive
nipples and raked her back with his hands.  When he filled her with his
cum, she climaxed again, squirting this time, crying with joy.

   As Bethany lay on her stomach next to him, catching her breath, she was
not expecting him to climb onto her and slide is still-rigid cock between
her legs and back into her drenched hole.  "I'm too horny to stop," he
explained simply, humping her needfully.  Bethany went half catatonic as
Jared gently road her for an eternity, driving her through a
delirium-inducing series of small climaxes.

   *****

   In the basement playroom, Helen held William trapped in her throat for a
prolonged period.  Then she let him toss her onto the bed.  She presented
herself on hands and knees and her cunt swallowed his fat cock in a single
plunge.

   He held out for a time.  Helen climaxed on him twice, grunting and
babbling filthy compliments.  When she felt him nearing his own release,
she got him to lie back on the bed.  She slid herself back down onto him.
"Come on Billy, time to cream my hungry cunt." She frigged her clit as she
stared down at him, her practiced inner muscles milking him aggressively.
The doctor's tanned, naked pussy lips were peeled back wide and her pink
clit reared up prominently.

   "Oh, fuck," was the only response he had as he released into her depths.
Helen joined him, slapping her mound as she trembled.

   She stayed rooted on him, hand stroking their sex.  They knew each other
well; Billy wasn't a young man anymore but even as it softened, she held
his fat cock inside her body, giving her a pleasant used feeling.  They
chatted while she caressed their bodies and hummed, riding a prolonged
post-orgasmic glow.  She wouldn't push William now; he had a long night
ahead.  Eventually, she got up to take care of some hostess duties, leaving
him to clean himself up and recover.

   *****

   In the royalty room, Trey spent a lot of time on his back under
curvaceous Gloria.  She liked smothering him with her tits while she slid
up and down along his six-incher.  Her hands squeezed and teased his
powerful pecs and biceps as she went.  When he neared completion, she
dismounted and jerked him off onto her heavy pillows, grinning at him.  She
hadn't cum yet but didn't mind the young man's eagerness.

   After he coated her breasts, she swallowed his shaft to the balls and
urged him to stay hard.  She moaned and drooled, tasting herself and his
musk.

   Trey didn't have much trouble staying hard.  Soon, she crawled up his
body and gave him a deep kiss as she slipped her slit around him again. 
After sucking on his tongue, she pulled his head into her cleavage again
and began riding him roughly.  She'd get to her destination quickly now.

   *****

   Felicity and Frank put the Kamasutra room to good use.  They had the
toys out.  She buzzed her clit while he ate out her flowing pussy.  When
she turned and bent over, she kept the toy going while he slowly forced his
enormous nine-inch dick into her.  She came before he was fully embedded.

   Frank's firm hands and steady pace drove her wild.  Still in the corset,
it framed her broad ass gloriously and he kneaded her globes roughly.

   Frank lasted a long time, turning her over twice and making her climax
over and over again.  'Elle set the vibe aside and concentrate on his deep
penetration.  While she was on her back, they both teased her nipples and
clawed her tit-flesh.

   Eventually, Frank was approaching his end.  She sweetly begged him to
cum all over her face.

   He grunted and moaned as she jerked his erupting cannon.  She closed her
eyes, opened her mouth and took load after load all over her face.

   Soon, Frank would have host duties to perform.

   *****

   It had been quiet in the master bedroom for a little while.  Stacy's
heartbeat was slow and steady.  The air was cool on her skin and she was
still a little sweaty.

   She eyed George.  He was a good looking man.  Too skinny to be real hunk
material but clearly fit.  He had runner's legs and a narrow waist.  Stacy
thought his sandy hair would look amazing a little longer.  Give him a hint
of bad boy to counter his perhaps too-pretty features.

   Casually, she turned and lay her chest across his.  She looked down into
his eyes as he smiled lazily up at her.  His fingers traced her thigh and
buttock appreciatively.  He felt the delicate tips of her breasts grow
firm.

   She lowered her head, just a little hesitant now.  Her lips touched his
briefly but then she pulled back.  He took her head in his hands; she
offered no resistance when he pulled her back to him.  His tongue was there
to meet her, slipping between her lips.  Stacy moaned softly and went slack
in his arms.  She sucked at his tongue and pinched it lightly between her
teeth.

   She slid further onto his body and felt his reawakening sex against her
hip.  She moaned again and pushed his tongue back into his mouth as she
invaded with her own.  She soul kissed the blond and took hold of his long
tool.  He was hard for her.  He wanted her and she wanted him.  As she
spread her legs to mount him she felt her nether lips open and the cool air
kiss her glistening flesh.

   There was a perfunctory knock at the door and it opened immediately. 
Helen peeked in and chuckled.  "Freeze, you two.  Looks like I'm just in
time."

   Stacy was confused for a moment, almost forgetting where she was and
what sort of night this was supposed to be.  "Seriously?" she squawked,
looking at Helen and then down at George's throbbing member.  The rumble in
his chest as he laughed was seductive but also infuriating.

   "So you mean I just have to stop now?  What the fuck, Helen?"

   The older woman approached the bed, tisking.  She wore a short satin
dressing gown and clearly nothing else.  "Baby girl, the night's just
starting.  Did you have a good fuck?"

   Stacy pouted and didn't let go of George.  "He was wonderful.  I want
him again.  Now."

   "Uh, uh," Helen said, grabbing her arm.  She pulled gently but
insistently at the younger woman.  "Go on George, put something on and go
to the kitchen.  The guys are going to hang there for a bit, get something
to drink and things." George extricated himself from Stacy, kissing her
shoulder as he stood.  "You're delightful and wicked my dear.  I look
forward to the next time you drain me."

   While he slipped into his boxers, Helen pulled a bottled water out of
her robe pocket and handed it to Stacy.  "You've got about ten minutes till
your next visitor.  You can clean up if you want but most guys here are
fine with a little mess." She wiggled her eye brows.  "Or more than fine."

   Stacy opened the bottle in a frustrated manner.  "This still kind of
sucks." She took a drink.  Helen started to leave.  "Who will get me next?"
the disheveled young woman asked.

   Helen shook her head as she walked out the door.  "You'll find out when
he gets here."