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 Author: Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)
Title: Stacy Lancaster - Swap Meet (Part 2)
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.

   In the kitchen, the male guests compared notes and complemented each
other's spouses.  Boxers proved to be the uniform of the day, with Frank in
a dressing gown the same color as his wife's.  All three of the younger men
were fighting with unruly erections; they wanted to get back at it.  The
prospect of another new woman waiting for them had them eager.  William and
Frank were a little more mellow but the sly grins they wore showed they
were definitely looking forward to the rest of the night.

   Helen signaled the end of intermission and the hosts directed the men to
their new fields of battle.

   In the animal room, William found Bethany half unconscious, spread-eagle
on her stomach.  Jared had ridden her for nearly the entire hour and she'd
just about lost her mind.  She was only half aware of William's arrival.

   He stared at the spent woman, impressed despite himself.  He hadn't been
with Beth before but none of the women that attend these things were
exactly quick to tire.  Jared must have really done a number on her.

   Knowing his own limitations, William was happy to go slow.  But then he
saw the way the woman's pink hole yawned open, soaked with cum and
girl-juice.  It gave him a charge.  He felt his heavy package stir.

   Still, they could likely both use a breather.  Billy wasn't a young buck
anymore but along with the occasional need to pace himself came with the
self-control to do so.  He could get turned on without having to jump into
things dick-first.

   He had an idea.  He opened a night-stand and found what he needed.

   Bethany managed to flop her head over and watch him.  They hadn't
exchanged a word.  She honestly didn't know what she wanted.  Her pussy had
never been so well and truly fucked.  She felt like she was all cum out. 
But knowing that William had just been staring at her naked, soiled form
made her chest tight.  She wanted his touch if nothing else.

   "Oh," she whispered with pleased surprise.  William set a bottle of
massage oil on the table.  He pushed his boxers off.  Bethany licked her
lips.  His heavy cock looked very thick.  He would stretch her more than
Jared had or her husband did.

   The swarthy man nudged her legs together and straddled her thighs.  Beth
made a noise of tired anticipation.  She could feel his sex lying against
her butt, not yet throbbing with need but still a solid weight.  If she'd
had more energy she would squirm beneath him but for now, she just sighed.

   She heard him fiddle with the bottle and the wet sounds as he worked the
oil in his hands, warming it for her.

   When he started, she moaned and stretched for him; she should have
purred given the decor.  He began at the small of her back and worked
upward, firmly working the oil into her alabaster skin.

   He admired the quality of her tattoo.  The tiger prowled across the
small of her back, wrapping around her left side.  Its tail snaked along
her spine and its muscular form rippled as she moved.

   "I love your hands.  I love being touched," she whispered.  "You're so
strong but gentle."

   "Your body is wonderful to touch.  Like fine marble." Soon Beth was
limp, riding on a cloud of contentment with a thin thread of anticipation
running through her core.

   After long minutes, she spoke, "Please take your time William.  But
later, when you're ready..." she let her words hang in the air for a
moment. "Don't be gentle when you fuck me."

   His voice had an air of dead seriousness when we responded.  "I will
turn you inside out with my fat cock.  You know your body is a thing of
beauty.  But this beautiful thing isn't really yours.  Not tonight.  It's
ours.  It is an object that exists for our pleasure" His hands passed under
her chest and squeezed her tiny tits roughly once before resuming the
gentle massage.  "It is a thing every man wants and tonight we take what we
want from it."

   Bethany shivered and curled her toes.  The part of him lying heavily
across her buttock stirred and he chuckled silently.  William always knew
his audience.

   *****

   Elle knelt on the bed in a Kamasutra room.  She had found a soft velvet
blindfold in the goodies drawer and put it on.  She waited, patient but
energized.  Frank's enormous cock and staying power had been exactly what
she needed.  Trey was proving to be a disappointment and she'd been a bit
sexually frustrated lately.  She had thought she could train the boy.  And
yes, he had improved but his average cock and lack of imagination were
trying her patience.  He was obedient and a terrific piece of eye candy but
that was about it.

   This night would probably decide his fate with her.  She would get a
report from each of the women and she had asked Helen to give him some
special attention.  To rattle his cage a little.

   Thank god for Frank.  And she'd heard good things about George and Jared
and of course, she adored Bill and Gloria.

   Why did she even bother with boy-toys?  Too much work.

   She heard the door open.  "Don't speak" she ordered immediately.

   George stared at Felicity.  She was at the far side of the bed but
facing the door, blindfolded.  Her breasts hung pendulous, enticing tips
dark in shadow.  Her corset drew in her waist dramatically and her ass
flared deliciously.

   There was dried cum in her hair.  His throbbing cock struggled against
his shorts.

   "If you're hard, fuck me and fuck me now," she said.  Her voice was
quiet but commanding.  "If you're not hard...  then you need to fix that
immediately."

   Smiling, George quietly shucked his boxers and padded around the bed. 
He stared at her inflamed pussy, shrouded in her matted pelt.  He didn't
even need to stroke himself to readiness.  The bitch was ready and so was
he.

   His hands made contact with her hips the same moment the head of his
cock split her pink lips.  A heartbeat later, he was balls deep.

   Elle caught her breath and arched her back.  "Thank you." she sighed. 
"take me however you want me, just don't cum till I do." then she hasted to
add, "And don't speak, whoever you are."

   She could tell by the angle that it had to be the tallest of the
remaining men; George Tomlinson.  But they could maintain the illusion for
a while

   She gasped when he took rough hold of her brunet mane and pulled her
hard into his groin.  She milked him with her sheath and he moaned.

   What followed was intense and more of what Elle needed.

   *****

   There was a knock at the door of the Royalty room.  "Come in, lover,"
Gloria sang, wondering who would walk in.

   Jared slipped into the room.  He stopped and stared at the curvaceous
woman smoldering in the warm lighting.

   Gloria lounged against the headboard.  She'd spent the last ten minutes
or so softly teasing her body.  Trey, the piece of eye-candy, had made for
a nice hors d'oeuvre but she was more than ready for the main course.  "Oh
Jared, I'm so glad you came tonight.  I've missed you so much."

   Jared watched her.  Everything was on display.  She lay back, her
enormous, soft breasts spread wide and inviting.  She had pinched and toyed
her nipples into hard, dusky muffin-tops.  She bit her bottom lip and
sighed as she pulled at the left one.

   As she teased herself, Gloria watched Jared.  He reached down to adjust
himself inside his boxers.  She breathed in deeply and she felt her pulse
quicken.  "Show it to me, baby.  I can tell you're hard for me." She ran
her hand between her legs.  It felt good and she knew it would also draw
his eyes.  "God I missed you."

   Jared dropped his shorts.  Gloria licked her lips and rose onto her
knees.  She put two fingers in her mouth and licked her juices off as he
approached the bed.  Her eyes were riveted to his manhood.  At seven
inches, his popularity among the ladies wasn't due to his size but his
staying power.  Still, the pale shaft with its enormous, too-large seeming
purple cap was an electrifying sight to Gloria.

   It wasn't just words; she had missed Jared.  Well, to be honest...  "Oh,
and I've missed your fucking cock, baby!"

   She dropped down to her hands and knees on the bed and bent her head
down low over the side.  Looking into Jared's eyes, she opened her mouth in
invitation.  In demand, really.

   He wove the fingers of one hand into her hair and pushed her down onto
his rod.  Gloria didn't really need the encouragement but she felt his want
transmitted through his hand and it made her feel alive and very horny.

   The head of Jared's cock nudged the back of her throat.  Her eyes closed
and she coughed.  Her hands clung to his thighs, holding him in place.  The
lush older woman slobbered all over Jared's sex, throat muscles sucking on
the head.

   Gloria could taste pussy on him.  It made her drool.  Her nose was
buried in his wiry pubes and he smelled like sex.  She rubbed her thighs
together with need.

   Less than a minute passed.  It was enough for each of them to know how
much the other wanted this.  Gloria was gasping when he finally released
her head, her eyes wild and demanding.  "Oh please, fuck me now Jare.  Open
me up and take me." She scrambled around, turning her ass to him.  He
hopped up onto the bed and nudged her closer to the middle.  Staying on his
feet, he spread his legs and dipped low.  Hands firmly on her hips, he
urged her high.

   Gloria put her head on the bed and lifted her broad ass.  She braced and
in the blink of an eye, Jared surged against her.  His flared cap spread
her sheath open; she felt it charge along the entire length of her core. 
"You feel so amazing, baby!  Make me yours!  Oh god, I need your cock so
bad."

   He slapped her fat ass hard and gave her what she needed.

   *****

   Helen led Trey to the stairs.  Without a word, without really making eye
contact, her hand had slipped under the waistband of his shorts to grip his
cock.  He was firm but not rock hard.

   She pulled him along down the stairs, her steps purposeful.  As they
crossed the room she spoke.  "We're going to find out what you're made of
tonight, Trey." She released him long enough to drop her robe.  Then she
slid her hands back into his shorts.

   She locked his eyes for a moment and squeezed he shaft and nut-sack
meaningfully.  He shifted his feet uncertainly.  "What does that mean?"

   She dropped her gazed to stare down at the tip of his hardening sex. 
She pulled the front of his shorts down and stroked him briefly.  "Elle
says she's running out of patience with you." She spared one hand to palm
one of his excellent pectorals.  "You're a hunky piece of centerfold
material but you can't seem to learn how to really please a woman."

   She felt him go stiff at that.  But not just at the groin.  Her words
had not been in a hurtful tone but of course, their content could be
nothing else.  "What the shit do you think you're saying to me, lady?"
There was new pink in his face.

   Helen more or less ignored his words and continued.  "I've only been
around you, what, twice I think?  But I see what Elle is talking about. 
It's like sex is just exercise to you.  You have no imagination."

   She went to her knees and gazed up at his face.  She slowly rubbed the
lube-slick crown of his cock with her thumb.  "And no passion.  Not really.
You probably confuse arousal with passion."

   "You want me to show you my passion, is that it?"

   "Oh, Elle says you've improved a little since she made you her project.
Credit where credit is due; I'm sure you can make all kinds of little
hotties absolutely scream with pleasure." Helen sighed and nuzzled his
hardness with her cheek.  It seemed her words were divorced from her
actions.  She tasted his slit with her tongue, making his cock jump.

   "But those little girls barely know what they want.  To a real woman
with a woman's needs, you're just not cutting it."

   "This has to be some kind of game.  Are we role playing or some shit?"

   She licked more of him for a moment before answering.  "Yes, I guess it
is, in a way.  We are going to play a game." Trey was completely hard now
but Helen wanted just a little more.  She wanted him ready to jump out of
his skin.  Keeping his eyes meaningfully, she slid her middle finger into
her mouth.  She swished it around a bit and drew it out dripping.  Trey
noticed that her nails were trimmed short and were bare of polish.

   "I'll let you know the rules in a second.  There's one more thing I need
to do first."

   The hand with the dripping finger clasped his nuts and she opened her
mouth.  Helen had spent nearly half a lifetime deep-throating her husband's
monstrous club.  She barely noticed Trey's glans brush the back of her
throat as she sucked him down to the root.

   Of their own volition, Trey's hands went to the back of her head.  He
went up on his toes and ground her face into his pelvis.  Helen didn't
object.  She breathed easily while her tongue and throat massaged his
piece.

   Almost before he knew it was happening, she eased her middle finger
along his taint and bulls-eyed his brown starfish.  She went two knuckles
in and held there.

   "Christ!" Trey hissed, at a loss for words.  For about thirty seconds
Helen treated him to a combination of sensations that made his eyes
vibrate.

   She withdrew her probing digit and pushed herself off him.  She was
breathing normally.  He was hyperventilating a bit.  His glistening cock
looked like it was about ready to split.

   "Now, about that game." She delicately placed a finger in the middle of
his back and prodded him toward an ottoman.  He plopped mindlessly down
into it.  "We're going to fuck.  You're going to cum.  Each time you cum,
of course, your little dick will get soft and I'll have to work to get you
hard again."

   The low ottoman allowed her to straddle him.  She pointed his thoroughly
ready appendage at her naked pussy and engulfed him.  He moaned as her
sheath milked him.

   She held her hand in front of his face, fingers spread wide."I'm going
to use the same method to get you hard each time.  The first time will just
be one finger.  You cum again, it will have to be two fingers up you tight,
manly ass." She pressed her forehead against his with a painful thump.  "I
don't know what you've heard about me but I can be a bit intense." She
balled her hand into a fist.  "If you keep going soft on me, I'll be happy
to shove my whole arm up your ass."

   Fortunately for Trey, that freaked him out enough that he didn't cum for
a good fifteen minutes.  After that Helen did as she had promised.  More
than once Trey asked himself why he didn't just leave.  He never got an
answer.

   *****

   Stacy paced impatiently.  Helen had taken George away from her.  She had
literally been one second away from having him inside her again.  He'd been
hard and ready for her.  And he'd been so good.  God!

   Would Helen have interrupted them if they'd been....  in-process?  Stacy
didn't know what she would do if the hostess tried to separate her pussy
from a hard cock.  Beg, certainly.  Fight her off?  Possibly.

   She prowled the spacious master bedroom.  From time to time she'd see
herself in the wall of mirrors.  She shied away from them; she had watched
herself in them as George drove her to ecstasy and she didn't want a
reminder of that right now.  She was barely keeping it together, she was so
horny and frustrated.

   When the hell would the next guy get there?

   She briefly explored the bathroom with its big, glassed-in shower. 
There was enough space for at least four people and there were shower heads
on both corner walls.

   In the bedroom, the sunken tub by the ceiling to floor windows was also
big enough for three or four people.  Stacy examined the fixtures, trying
to distract herself.  One of the long sides had a cut-away bench and there
were a number of water jets all around.  Made the jacuzzi on the back deck
seem pretty redundant.

   She left the tub and resumed her restless exploration.  Seeing her
discarded lingerie, she wondered if she should dress for her next guest. 
She picked up the pink babydoll.

   Without really thinking about it, she turned to the mirrors and pressed
it against her body, checking it's delicate pink color against her own
cream complexion for probably the tenth time since she had first seen it.

   She froze at the sight of her reflection.  She saw the rumpled bed
behind her.  In her mind's eye, she saw herself there again with George
riding her from behind.

   Stacy's heart sped.  Damn, that had been good.  George had driven her
like a European roadster.  And he'd been ready for more but then time
fucking ran out!

   She lost herself in a reverie, softly tracing the lines of her upturned
breasts through the lace of the draped negligee.

   The snick of the door latch broke the spell.  She turned, startled and
eager in equal parts.  A man filled the doorway.

   They stood silently for several heartbeats.  Stacy let her hands fall,
dropping the puff of promise and lace.  "You look like a dream," Frank
said, closing the door without taking his eyes off the young woman.

   "Frank.  Thank god.  I need you so bad." The Pollard man was the only
one of the swingers she'd been with before.  She was suddenly very happy to
see him.  She knew her would treat her well.

   She also knew he had the biggest cock she'd ever had in her life and she
was more than ready for it.

   But now that she had an audience of sorts, she found she wanted to play.
She turned back to the mirror.  "See how swollen my nipples are?" she
asked, rubbing one pink bud between her fingers.  She rocked her hips and
watched his eyes in the mirror.  He dropped his robe.  Stacy saw the weight
of his manhood under his boxers.

   She split her pussy lips with two fingers and briefly rubbed herself on
her palm.  She moaned dramatically and circled her hips.  "Oh, my hungry
little pussy is so wet!" She saw Frank crossing the room.  She smiled
knowingly at him through their reflections and brought her fingers to her
mouth.  She tasted herself and closed her eyes.

   Suddenly, Frank was there.  One big, slightly rough hand took possession
of most of her ass while the other caught her hand.  He slipped her fingers
into his mouth and sucked them clean.  She moaned again.  She tried to
reach for the front of his shorts but he spun her away.

   For a split second, it was like a dance.  She twirled beneath his able,
guiding hand and then caught herself against the mirrored doors.  They
banged and made a racket but Frank didn't seem worried.  "I know how it is
with dirty little girls like you.  You just need to cum, don't you?"

   "Hmmmm, oh yes," Stacy sighed.  Her head was just inches from the mirror
and she could see her own dilated eyes.  She pushed her ass back against
Frank's thigh and hand.  Above, his other hand collected both her wrists
and held them high against the door.  It banged again, swaying wildly on
its rollers.

   His face and broad chest loomed over her.  "Say it little Stacy.  Tell
me you want to cum."

   "Oh please fuck me, Frank.  I need to come.  I'm so horny; I need you!"
She really was desperate now.  She tried to find his cock with her hip. 
She just wanted to touch it; to know it was there.  She was eager to know
how he would take her.  He had such a big cock.  She knew she could take it
but if he entered her suddenly all at once...

   Oh fuck, she knew that was exactly what she wanted.  "God Frank, just
nail me with that monster!"

   Frank didn't quite fulfill her wish.  Holding her firmly, he speared her
drooling pot with two long, broad fingers.

   Stacy bucked and whimpered.  "Yes.  Anything, please!"

   Frank rode her hard with his fingers, grinding on her G-spot.  Stacy
squirmed and bucked and fucked back against the big man.  She bit her lip
and lowered her head, her arms still trapped above in Frank's grip.

   "Oh shit, there I go!" she screamed, convulsing around his fingers.  She
staggered, struggling to stay on her feet as everything went white.

   Frank pulled her away from the wall and scooped her up onto his
shoulder, his fingers still inside her grasping sex.  In a few strides, he
was at the bed.  She was still buzzing with orgasm when he lowered her to
her back, maintaining contact with her sensitive core.  He stared down at
her with a measure of his own madness, the pure pleasure passing through
her feminine form intoxicating and contagious.  His cock was rapidly
growing now but he was in no hurry to use it.  The young woman needed to be
tamed.

   One big hand pinned her to the bed by her chest while the other worked
her cunt with renewed vigor.  "I know you got a lot more than that in you,
slut!"

   He was not wrong.  Soon Stacy had her hands wrapped around Frank's
corded forearm.  Not to fight him or fend him off.  The firm pressure of
his hand and fingers were driving her wild and she wanted as much as she
could get.  "OH god, just do anything you want to me," she screamed.  She
rode his fingers hard, eyes wild.  His other hand held her firm right
across her tits, his weight multiplied by the swelling pressure in her
chest.

   Frank had encountered a number of women with very high capacities for
absorbing sexual pleasure.  His own wife was, frankly, a freak.  Intense to
the point of insanity at times.  And there had been others.  Others like
little Stacy.  Women that would continue to cum and beg for more for hour
after hour if given the opportunity.

   Still, even such special individuals had predictable limits.  Stacy's
continuously climaxing, hyperventilating body may still crave stimulation
but couldn't keep up the pace of exertion.

   The next twenty minutes would certainly have had most women begging off
several times over.  But eventually, Stacy's grip on his arm weakened.  Her
voice was gone and she wasn't able to catch her breath.  She fell back,
mostly limp.  Frank noticed that her legs remained open and welcoming
though and she made to attempt to escape his ministrations.

   His hand was dripping with her copious cream when it finally parted from
her inflamed pink gash.  Her clear fluids had gone thick as she had
experienced half a dozen orgasms.  He stared down at her.  Her body glowed
as she continued to gasp.

   He knew she wasn't really done.  She wasn't sated; she just needed air.

   He dangled his dripping hand over her, slowly moving up her body.  She
twitched with the impact of each drop as he dribbled a trail along her soft
stomach and deep navel.  Smiling crookedly, he hit one nipple like a
bullseye and then circled across, trying to hit the other.  Three or four
drops painted that breast.

   Stacy couldn't focus.  She didn't understand what was happening when she
saw his hand falling toward her face.  He pressed his fingers to her lips.
She let them slip inside and she tasted herself.

   The ambrosia set fire to her spine.  It was just pure sex and she wanted
it.  She sucked at his fingers mindlessly, seeking every trace of her
flavor.

   She felt a deep loss when he stepped away.  She struggled mightily to
raise her head.  She was exhausted but horny as hell still.  She finally
managed to get both her eyes moving in the same direction and focused on
the older swinger.  "Please fuck me now," she begged, her voice hoarse. 
She explored her tender mound.  Tender, not sore.  Sensitive.  She felt it
water at the prospect of consuming Frank's enormous cock.  "Oh god, fuck me
with that thing, PLEASE!" Her eyes were locked on the circus tent at his
groin.

   Frank hooked his thumbs in his waistband.  He felt himself swell when
she licked her lips.  He eased his shorts past the towering head of his
manhood.

   Stacy whimpered.  She spread her legs wide, showing him how ready she
was.  He took the shorts off slowly, torturing her.

   My god, he was bigger than she remembered.  Only nine inches?  That had
to be a foot at least.

   Especially when he held himself tightly by the base.  The deep red
helmet looked like it was ready to pop off.  Stacy nearly came just
watching.

   Then, unbelievably, Frank walked away.

   Stay watched, feeling a sense of absurd terror.  He couldn't leave her
like this.  "Frank!  What?  Frank, please.  Please, I need to be fucked!  I
need cock."

   He didn't go far.  He sat down on the couch across the room.  He settled
back comfortably.  His legs were spread and he still held his wooden shaft
invitingly.  "Well come on girl.  Come and get it if you want it so much."

   She stared at him.  The bastard.  He was playing with her.

   On second thought, she liked that a lot.  "You're going to make me crawl
all the way over there?" she whined.  Frank's pulsing club had bounced in
interest at the word 'crawl'.

   "Only if you want to get my big cock like you've been screaming about."
he answered.

   Stacy was legitimately spent but she had caught her breath.  She managed
to roll over onto her stomach.  She didn't think she could make it all the
way to her knees yet.  Instead, she kind of slithered over the side of the
bed to the floor.

   Frank was enthralled watching her soft little ass peeking at him over
her back.  When she went over the side he got a broad, square-on view of
the perfect flare of her buttocks, followed by her plumply powerful thighs.
Even the point of her toes was cute.

   While she lay in a bit of a heap on the floor by the bed gathering her
energy, the old swinger considered the effect Stacy had on him.  He was
more than experienced enough not to just salivate at any piece of flesh. 
But there was something deeply alluring about the little lady.  It wasn't a
false (or genuine) sense of innocence nor was it traditional, bold sex
appeal.

   We watched her struggle to hands and knees, wondering how much of it was
a show and how much was real.  But it didn't matter.  What Stacy had was
some kind of simple, pure passion for pleasure.  Frank thought that passion
like that likely brought out the best in anyone she chose to focus it on.

   He knew it made him very horny in a fresh and invigorating way. 
Whatever dangers there were that he was becoming complacent or jaded about
sex blew away like a puff of smoke in the little sex-pot's presence.

   Stacy was taking her time.  Not faking weakness really but also not
rushing herself at all.  She lifted her head and focused on her goal. 
Frank wasn't a man to her right then.  He wasn't even present.  All she saw
was his hard pussy stuffer.

   Her pussy told her in clear, slobbering language that it wanted to get
around that thing now and Stacy's pussy was a very persuasive organ.

   On numb limbs, Stacy crawled across the carpet.  Frank watched her ass
and stroked himself.  He was beginning to think she'd take all day.

   But in reality, she was between his legs soon enough.  Without
hesitation, she lifted her head under his looming club and nuzzled his
dangling ball-sack.  Frank shifted and spread his legs wider.

   Stacy inhaled deeply, the man-scent filling her head.  The heat of him
and the musk gave her body new life.  She inhaled again and licked the
hairy, wrinkled pouch.

   She put her hands on his thighs and lifted herself higher, tongue
tracing a path up his endless length.  She tasted woman on him as well as
his earthy essence.

   When she reached his tip she took hold of his shaft with both hands and
wiggled her sharp little tongue into his slit.

   Frank huffed and gripped the cushions, trying to control the urge to
grab her head and pound himself into her throat.  His own wife's abnormal
skills taught him habits he needed to be careful of.

   Stacy milked his cock, spreading his lube and her saliva up and down its
length.  Then she climbed into his lap, driven by the insistent demands
from her cunt.

   She didn't look him in the eye.  She almost didn't seem to know he was
there.  She got one foot up on the couch and knelt her other shin on his
thigh to get her body high enough to press him against mound.

   It was awkward for a moment as she shakily tried to line herself up. 
His head found the right groove, lodged against her inner passage for a
moment and then slid in.

   "Aaaah!" she said hoarsely as the massive piece of meat opened her up.
She felt every inch rise into her body.  She bit her lip and breathed
rapidly through her nose and tight mouth.

   So fucking big.  So fucking good inside her.  She stared at her splayed
sex stretched tight by Frank's enormity and went light in the head.  But
she didn't need thoughts.  Her hips knew what to do, grinding on Frank's
lap.  Her internal muscles also worked hard, fighting the wonderful shock
of the intrusion to clamp hard around his hot iron.

   The older man watched the girl lose herself in pleasure.  She felt so
alive.  It wasn't just the glorious heat of her juicy pot.  It was the play
of her ass on his thighs, her gasps, her delicate chest, flushed and
heaving.

   The filthy words that started flowing from her sweet mouth.

   "OH yes.  Fuck.  My pussy is.  Oh fuck, so good.  Big.  So big and hard
in my cunt." She seemed to fixate on two words.  "Oh, my cunt.  My hot
little cunt has such a big cock in it.  Big cock.  Feels good in my cunt."

   She planted her hands on Franks pelvis and hunched her hips up and down,
screwing her hips and babbling.  "Little cunt's going to cream all over
this fat cock.  It's so deep.  It's so hard; I can't believe it fits inside
me."

   Frank needed her to cum soon.  It was impossible to resist the little
slut's carnal charms but he needed to hold off.  He needed a breather soon
to keep from shooting his wad.  He wrapped his big hands around her hips
and took control.

   Stacy gasped when the powerful swinger lifted her body like a doll's. 
Her slavering pussy almost lost its grip on its prize but his flared helmet
hung up on her swollen lips just enough to keep her aboard.

   Unlike her throat, Frank knew the bitch could take everything he had in
her slobbering snatch.  He wasn't gentle when he yanked her back down,
raising his own hips as he did so.

   "Haaa!" was all she could scream as she came instantly.  His groin
battered her inflamed labia and smashed her little clit while his ram
bludgeoned her womb.  Stacy's small fists battered his chest as she shouted
his name and continued to climax.

   Frank held her tight, screwing their groins together as tightly as
possible while at the same time trying **not** feel the amazing things her
young cunt was doing around his cock.

   As soon as she began to descend from the highest point of her climax,
Frank rolled her off his body.  She sprawled on her back on the couch and
he surged to his feet.  Leaving her reeling, half in shock from the loss of
his cock and the reverberations of a powerful orgasm, he stalked to the
nightstand.

   When he returned he dropped something onto the couch before manhandling
her, lifting the fuck-bunny by neck and arm pit and putting her chest-first
against the back of the couch.  "OH god, yes, please fuck me more!" She
begged, settling on her knees and rubbing her inflamed cunt.  She wiggled
her ass, still begging.  "My cunt needs more.  I'm such a fucking slut,
just fill me with your salami and break me in half."

   Frank watched her taste herself and moan.  He watched her ass; she
didn't need words to beg to be fucked.  Her entire body was shouting for
cock.

   He picked up the toys he'd grabbed.  He ran the head of a large flesh
colored dildo which could have been the twin of his own cock up and down
her flooded slit.  It had a handle like a sword grip.  He pushed it into
Stacy's body with authority though not roughly.

   Her groan held a note of disappointment.  "Oh, but it's cold." Her
complaint didn't keep her hips from twisting with pleasure.

   Frank turned on a slim 'silver bullet' vibrator.  He found her little
joy pearl under her body and pressed it between the fake cock and the
buzzing plastic.

   "Ohhh!  Huhh." Stacy's whole body tensed up and she couldn't breathe. 
The stimulation was overwhelming.  Her fists pounded the couch as she
fought to absorb the pleasure.

   Not for even one second did she try to escape the assault.  In fact, she
pressed back against Frank, straining for every sliver of sensation.

   She strained and whimpered for two full minutes as Frank screwed her
with latex and vibration before she came again.  She went bolt upright, her
back arching.  Frank saw her small breasts pulled flat against her
straining chest, her hard nipples standing out like cleats.

   He dropped the vibrator to free a hand and took her by the neck.  He
held her in that elevated, stretched pose as he dug deeper and deeper into
her convulsing cunt.

   She came very close to passing out.  She could have let it happen.  She
enjoyed being fucked unconscious.  But she expected a lot more to come
tonight and she fought the closing blackness.

   Even though she kept her brain at least half awake, her body turned to
jelly.  Frank felt the fight go out of her.  He pulled the sword-dildo from
her ravaged hole and let her drop back to the couch.

   She curled up and faced him with a dreamy smile on her face.  "You're so
good at this." She stared at the baseball bat bobbing between his legs.  "I
get to cum my tits off and you've still got a big hard cock for me to play
with." She reached out limply and licked her lips.  "I want to taste it
again."

   Frank stroked himself, looking down at her.  Curled up on the couch, she
looked so soft and vulnerable.  But her words and her open mouth and the
hungry look in her eyes drove him to see past the softness to the still
burning hunger at her core.

   He let her take him in her hand and guide his anaconda to her lips. 
Stacy toyed with his slit with her tongue again before opening wide to take
his head.  They both moaned softly.

   She suckled and slavered on the head for a time, her hand sliding along
his length, nowhere close to being able to wrap around his girth.  When
Frank saw that her other hand was between her legs, teasing the lips of her
puffy, aroused pussy, he grunted and pulled away from her for a moment.

   She protested softly and wordlessly but giggled with appreciation when
he laid back on the floor and pulled her on top of him.

   His enormity was right in her face.  She wrapped both hands around him
and let the head fill her mouth again.

   Frank stared up at the amber down matted across her mound and the deep
pink lips of her opening.  He smelled her arousal strongly and it made him
drag his nose through her folds, almost snorting her like a drug.  Stacy's
giggle was muffled by the mass spreading her jaws as were the moans that
rumbled in her body when his tongue quested deep into her source.

   Frank knew the younger woman's lack of skill (though certainly not
enthusiasm) with sucking cock would save him from erupting any time soon.
Certainly, most men would find nothing lacking in her skill and find it
hard to hold back but Frank's experience allowed him to control himself
while letting the girl have her fun.

   His own skill also ensured that he had her creaming all over his face in
only a minute or two.

   After she came, Stacy pulled away from his grasp and turned above him.
Her happy, happy cunt had been teased enough and she needed his big, hot
cock bad.

   Frank could tell the hot little sex bunny wouldn't be denied this time.
She was going to wring his balls dry.  And he was more than ready to let
her.  He'd done what he could to tire her out a bit; now he'd go for broke.

   But there was no reason to get rug burns in the process.  When she tried
to mount him he deflected her and turned away.  He rolled and got to his
feet.  She stared up at him with a desperate pout.  He offered her his hand
and helped her to her feet.

   Their eyes locked and he led her to the bed.  Unnecessarily, he helped
her onto the mattress and guided her onto her back, eyes still riveted to
hers.  She saw the hunger there.  Frank was done playing and Stacy shivered
at the thought of what his beautiful, gigantic cock was about to do to her.

   He took her legs under each knee and let his steaming shaft bump and
slide along her mound, nearly reaching her navel.  Stacy's eyes were big,
staring down at the size of him between her pale thighs.  She'd already had
that thing buried inside her once that day but it was hard to believe.  If
she wasn't so horny she would have been terrified.

   She raised her hips higher and begged him sweetly.  "Please fuck my
little pussy, Frank.  I want to make you feel as good as you've made it for
me."

   After a couple bobbing tries, Frank managed to lodge himself in her hole
without using his hands.  "I'm gonna stretch your little hole around my
cock.  I'm gonna watch you take every inch."

   And very slowly, he did just that.  The gentle, persistent pressure made
Stacy feel like her entire body was being forced through a straw or
something.  By the time his balls pressed against her ass she had nearly
ten inches of very hard cock inside her.  She was seeing stars.

   And then when he roughly pulled away from her and rammed into her hard
on the second stroke, the stars went supernova.

   *****

   "More!  Use me.  Oh fuck, I feel so hollow.  Don't stop!"

   William stared down at Beth's abused pussy.  He was sweating heavily and
panting, holding himself in a firm, calming grip to fight back the rising
pressure.  "I wish you could see your cunt right now, slut.  You are
wrecked."

   Her labia were swollen, almost purple.  Her pussy lips refused to close,
leaving her dark cavern yawning.  With need or exhaustion?

   "Yessss.  I want to get wrecked.  Oooh, I can't wait till Frank comes to
fuck me.  I know he's even bigger than you.  Do you think he'll like my
wrecked pussy?"

   The funny thing was that her bold words were contradicted by her limp
form.  She seemed incapable of movement.  She laid under William like a rag
doll.

   After the gentle massage, William had shoved his stout, rejuvenated cock
all the way into Bethany and had pretty much tried to fuck her into
submission.

   Bethany had barely moved.  She took William's cock and just begged him
to fuck her harder and harder.  His words had inspired her.  She wanted to
be treated as an object and just get fucked by every man in the house.

   She'd cum so many times she was completely unable to move.

   William stroked himself and gulped for breath.  Then he grabbed the back
of Beth's neck with one hand and pressed her hard into bed.  He shoved
himself back into her yawning pussy and growled.  "I'll make sure you're
nice and sloppy for the rest of the guys."

   When he filled her with his seed soon after, Bethany wept into the
mattress with delirious satisfaction.

   *****

   George's time with Stacy had been erotic and highly satisfying.  And
he'd been very ready to continue.

   So when Felicity then commanded him to take her hard, things began
quickly.

   For her part, Felicity had some pent-up sexual aggression she needed to
work out.  Frank had started the process deliciously and the lawyer had
shed her day-to-day restraints.  She was ready to take advantage of
everything the night had to offer.

   What ensued was wild and intense.  Elle was unfamiliar with George.  She
learned that night that he possessed both great skill and control.

   With the right man, the wily brunette had a knack for inspiring
aggression and she stroked George's lust higher and higher with fiendish
demands.

   He ravaged her from every possible angle and position.  Frequent but
unpredictable slaps across her pale ass turned it pink and were directly
responsible for at least one of Ell's screaming orgasms.  He pulled her
hair at will, either for leverage while he screwed her cunt or for a quick
dip of his raging cock down her throat.

   The blindfold was long gone.  He played roughly with her tits as she
begged for more and more from him.  He growled that the corset was in the
way.  He spent several minutes tugging at it trying to rip it off her body
while simultaneously continuing to pound her greedy gash.

   Regretfully, she'd had to call a brief halt to get the thing properly
unlaced to remove it.  As soon as it was tossed aside, George had her
folded in half on her back.  He hooked her thighs inside his arms and
grabbed her sweaty C-cups roughly as he continued to pile-drive his cock
into her desperate, grasping hole.

   Felicity lost count of her orgasms.  She lost track of up and down.  All
she knew was that she was getting the ride of a lifetime.  But some carnal
instinct made her aware when George finally passed the point of no return.
It was almost a shame that Felicity had no idea what time it was or for how
long he'd been fucking her.  He really deserved full credit for a
stupendous feat.

   When it happened, George had the perfectly proportioned woman pressed
against one of the tall bedposts.  She was on her knees, the post between
her legs and splitting her cleavage.  George was gripping the post, one arm
around her hip, the other against her neck.

   The upright kneeling position didn't allow for full penetration but that
had ceased to matter.  Felicity's body was in pure pleasure mode.  Getting
fucked against the hard wooden post seemed like the most natural thing in
the world.

   The entire bed was shaking wildly as George's thrusts became short and
erratic.  His panting grew labored.

   Without words, George yanked himself free of the sloppy hole just in the
nick of time.  He pulled her head back, laying her out over her folded
legs. In a moment he was kneeling above her head.

   Felicity stared up at his ferocious cock, wide-eyed and breathless.  He
had a firm grip on his glistening weapon and it immediately went off.

   Choking on breathless laughter, George painted Elle's face, tits, and
hair with his pent-up seed.  Blast after steaming, heady blast struck the
woman's sensitive body.  She frigged her clit with two practiced fingers
while watching him erupt, bringing herself to yet another climax.

   George stayed upright, panting.  Elle licked up what she could of his
seed, rubbing the rest into her body.  He could her continue to play with
herself.  His cock seemed reluctant to go down.  There was nothing as sexy
as a well-fucked slut and it looked like Elle wasn't ready to quit.

   He squeezed himself, forcing blood into his member.  Elle squirmed and
bit her lip.  "If you want more of this babe, show me how nasty you are,"
he urged.

   Without a word, Felicity turned to put her head near the bedpost and her
legs spread out around the stud.  She rubbed herself for him.  She probed
deeply with two fingers.  "You just fucked the living hell out of my poor
pussy, you animal."

   Then she slipped the same two fingers down to the soft pucker of her
asshole and slid them in smoothly.  Moaning, she raised her hips.  "Please
do the same to my ass."

   George did a credible job of doing just that for the next half hour. 
Granted, he let Felicity do more of the aerobic work.

   *****

   Things were just a bit quieter in the royalty room.  Gloria came hard
twice in rapid succession while Jared rode her powerfully from behind.  She
gushed both times, the orgasms completely wringing her lush body out.

   She let herself slump forward, pulling away from Jared and his delicious
cock.  She rolled on her side, one hand going to her furry mound.  She felt
how swollen she was and she hissed.  She sucked on her fingers.  Jared had
churned her secretions into cream.  "You make me cum so good, stud.  I'm
making such a mess."

   She eyed his bobbing weapon.  Then she held his eyes while she gathered
more fluids from her lathered loins with both hands and began to massage it
into her massive tits.  "Get some oil from the nightstand.  I need you to
fuck my tits and then cum down my throat."

   As he hastened to comply, Gloria growled, "You'll stay hard for me after
you nut, won't you baby?  Because then I want to ride you good.  Stay hard
for me and I'll grind-fuck you good for hours."

   He fucked her soft, slippery tits.  He fed her a heavy dose of seed. 
Then she rode him as promised, her tight pussy keeping him hard and eager
and zapping climax after climax through her thick form.

   In fact, he never came a second time.  By forcing him back into
immediate service, she had, as she hoped, locked him into a state where he
couldn't reach release but stayed hard for a very, very long time.

   She wore herself out good on Jared Lancaster's stubborn cock.

   *****

   Helen spit out Trey's limp dick with mild disdain.  He'd cum only twice
for her and now he seemed a lost cause.  Her disdain would have been
greater if Felicity hadn't told her what to expect.

   The first fuck had been decent.  It would be generous to call Trey's
cock average but Helen's experienced cunt could clamp down and fuck the
hell out of anything.  Credit where it's due, he'd lasted nearly fifteen
minutes.

   And being a good host, she'd let him rest a whole quarter hour while she
sneaked some peeks into the other boudoirs.  Everyone seemed to be enjoying
themselves.  Naturally, the sounds and sights had kept her libido nicely
charged.

   When she returned to the basement, she decided to perform for Trey. 
First, she used her mouth and throat to slick up a little six-inch
pocket-rocked vibrator.  She then laid back and opened her legs in front of
him and turned on the little motorized cock.  He watched raptly as she
teased her bleached asshole and then slowly slid the entire thing into her
ass.  She took it all past the base and delicately poked the last glint of
plastic into her body with a finger.

   She moaned happily and rubbed her closed ass and drooling pussy.  She
rolled and combat-crawled across the big bed toward a nightstand.  She
could feel Trey's eyes on her skinny, boyish ass.  She paused and flexed
and let the buzzing toy peak out from her brown-eye, giggling.

   She grabbed something weighty from the nightstand and rolled back in
Trey's direction.  Opening her legs for him again, she held the enormous
latex dildo between her legs.

   Helen owned a lot of sex toys.  She owned enough to keep all the
bedrooms stocked and her own special toy-chest beside their bed stuffed
full.  Quite a few of the toys were more or less identical to her husband's
own cock.

   Like the one she held now.  After letting Trey get a good gander at how
it's size compared, Helen brought the toy to her mouth.  Lifting her chin
and cracking her jaw wide open, she smoothly swallowed ten inches of thick
shaft.

   Trey almost jumped off the bed.  The sight was literally unbelievable.
It didn't seem possible.  He could see Helen's neck bulge around the
thing's fat head.

   Helen held it balls-deep for at least a minute before slowly inching it
free.

   She wasn't even breathing hard.

   From her mouth the obscene plaything went directly to her pussy.  With a
shake of her hips, she found her hole and Helen's cunt inhaled the giant
dildo even more easily than her mouth had.

   Helen ground and plunge-fucked herself on the toy until she came hard,
eyes and teeth gritted shut.  But she barely paused before crawling over to
Trey with the surrogate cock still jammed into her pussy.  She swallowed
Trey's mostly still-soft (WTF?  Seriously dude?) cock and shoved two
fingers up his ass, as promised.  With her other hand, she continued to
fuck herself with the dildo.

   Helen couldn't believe that it took the guy five more minutes to get
hard enough to do anything with.  When he finally did, she whipped the
giant cock out of her gaping hole and mounted him.

   Two things surprised Trey.  There were probably more than that but the
top two were this.  Helen still had that little plastic vibrator buzzing
away in her ass.  And also, even after vigorously fucking herself on that
telephone-pole dildo, her pussy tightened down on his modest appendage with
impressive force and eagerness.

   Lucky for Trey his hostess managed to bring herself off again before he
shot his load up inside her.

   So now it was nearly an hour later.  Helen had given him forty minutes
of rest and had had his cock and balls in her mouth for another ten trying
to revive him.  She'd played patty-cake with his prostate most of that time
(though still just with two fingers; she could tell pain wasn't the way to
this man's libido).

   She was done with him.  But there were still two rounds left in the
night.  She pulled a bottle of water from a little fridge.  She handed him
the water and a pill.  "Time for some pharmaceutical help, pretty boy. 
Elle said you'd probably need this."

   Trey had been pretty overwhelmed for a while now.  He looked down at the
Viagra without a lot of coherent thought.  Elle had "dosed" him other
times. He knew the stuff worked.  He opened the water and popped the pill.

   Helen pulled on a robe and didn't even look back on her way out.  But
she did pause on the steps.  She bent awkwardly and pushed the plastic
vibrator out into her hand.

   The batteries were very dead.  She came back down and dropped the toy in
the sink and went back to the stairs without a word.

   She didn't think it was time to announce a switch yet but she wasn't
going to hang around letting things get awkward.  With any luck, the little
helper would have Trey ready for his next partner.

   *****

   Stacy held on to the edge of the bed for dear life.  She was on her
back, flush all over and covered in a slick sheen of sweat.  Her tits rode
high and tight on her chest, swollen from constant stimulation.  Though
they were free to dance at the moment, Frank had worshipped them well over
the course of the last fifteen minutes.

   Perspiration was pouring off the older swinger.  His rawhide complexion
had become ruddy.  But the grip with which he held her hips high off the
bed against his groin was still powerful.  Commanding.

   And inside Stacy's insatiable hole his mighty cock was like pulsing hot
granite.

   "Jesus Christ you horny bitch, I'm going to cum so hard.  Where do you
want it, fuck bunny."

   "Inside me!" Stacy panted without hesitation.  She had to feel Frank's
big cock shoot off inside her womb.  Her pussy demanded the purest form of
completion.

   Seconds later both of their eyes went wide as Frank swelled still bigger
inside the little fuck machine.

   And then the fire-hose turned on.

   Stacy grabbed her hair, eyes bugging out.  Frank held himself buried to
the hilt inside her pink funnel.  She felt the pressure of his eruption
against her womb.  Her body filled with his heat.  She couldn't even tell
for sure if she was cumming.  The sensations had piled one on top of
another for so long she just groaned and tried to stay conscious.

   The little girl's cunt just about pinched off his flow, she was cramping
so tight.  Frank's eyes were crossed and his toes curled as her divine
center drained his balls dry.

   Frank felt light-headed.  He had to pull away, to pull out before he
just fell on the little girl.  He stumbled, shaking sweat from his eyes. 
He slumped against a wall and tried to catch his breath.  "Holy crap," he
muttered.  He stared at the sopping hole between her legs in blank
fascination.

   Stacy lay limply on the bed, concentrating of the feel of his seed
inside her.  It felt like a sacrament.

   *****

   Helen took her time laying out snacks in the kitchen.  Eventually, she
ran out of things to do and started getting antsy.  She decided it was
time.

   In the royalty room, she found Jared and Gloria in a casual embrace
lying quietly on the bed.  They looked very pleased with themselves.  Helen
told them there were beverages and sandwiches in the kitchen.  When Gloria
mentioned a shower, Jared thought that sounded like a good idea.  Helen
suggested they use the basement bathroom.

   As that couple slowly fought free of the bed and lingering caresses,
Helen moved on to the animal room.

   The stink of sex was thick in the room when she opened the door.  For
Helen, the scent was never anything but delicious.

   Bethany was still prone in the center of the bed, legs spread wide. 
Even Helen was shocked by the state of the younger woman's pussy.  It
looked like a swollen pile of hamburger.  "Jesus," she muttered.  "You
doing okay, Legs?"

   One hand raised briefly.  "Fan-fucking-tastic."

   Helen looked around.  "Where's Billy boy?"

   A hairy arm popped up from the far side of the bed and waved.  "I'm
here. Just taking a breather."

   Helen rounded the foot of the bed and looked down at her old friend flat
on his back on the floor.  His damp hair was standing wildly and his eyes
seemed a bit dazed.

   "Well, there's food in the kitchen.  And this might be a good time for a
quick shower if you want."

   William started laboriously climbing to his feet.  Beth turned her head
over.  "Nah, I'm waiting right here."

   Helen got on the bed next to Beth and asked her quietly.  "Definitely
all good here?  Your cunt...  I mean, you look pretty tired."

   The tattooed young woman giggled.  "Billy said my cunt looks wrecked."

   Not knowing the girl well, Helen wasn't sure what her tone meant. 
"Yeah, a bit.  Did you have fun?"

   "Yes.  It's fun being a toy." She grabbed Helen's arm tightly.  "Tell
Frank I'm here.  Tell Frank my wrecked cunt is his." She closed her eyes
and relaxed.  "It's for everyone to use."

   Helen left shaking her head, followed by an equally bemused William.

   She heard the shower running.  The Kamasutra room was empty and she
found George and Felicity making liberal use of soap on each other's
bodies. Helen very nearly joined them but she had one more stop to make. 
She told them they could get some food if they wanted and then headed for
the master bedroom.

   *****

   Frank lost track of time leaning against the wall.  As he watched Stacy
quietly glory in postcoital bliss, sweat cooled and dried on his body. 
Shaking himself, he pushed away from the wall and made his way unsteadily
to the shower.  He turned on both heads.  He frowned at the weak pressure.
Of course, others in the house were likely doing the same.  He turned off
one spigot and the pressure improved a bit.

   He didn't hear Stacy's approach.  It's a shame he hadn't seen her slow,
swaying stroll across the room.  Her limbs felt loose and her hips had a
mind of their own.  Stacy was feeling on top of the world.  The men had
made her feel like a sex goddess.

   She ducked under Frank's arm and was in front of him in a blink.  She
grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers.  He braced
himself against the bathroom wall while her tongue spent several long
minutes saying thank you.

   She finally released him and let her tongue translate the message into
English.  "Thank you so much, you big stud.  That was twelve out of ten. 
You guys really know how to blow a girl's mind." She kissed his collarbone
and squeezed his ass.  "You're so lucky, you dirty bitch."

   "Oh, I know it." said a familiar voice.  Helen gave his other ass cheek
a possessive squeeze of her own and kissed his shoulder.  "He always gives
first class dick."

   The women stepped into the stall side by side and drew the big swinger
in after them.  Helen grew fascinated by Stacy's soft, pale form and Frank
took liberal advantaged of all the flesh available to him.
   It took them rather a long time to get satisfactorily clean.