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 Author: Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)
Title: Stacy Lancaster - Swap Meet (Part 3)
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.

   Jared was putting the finishing touches on a sandwich.  William was at
the end of the breakfast bar sorting through a handful of mixed nuts. 
"Never enough macadamias," he mused.  He popped an almond into his mouth.

   Both men were in white cotton robes and had damp hair.  Though the
closed robes didn't reveal it, they were both commando and both feeling
very relaxed.  Jared's previous partner was busy doing damage control on
her hair.  William's conquest hadn't moved from her sprawled and soiled
position in the animal room.

   In addition to ham, swiss and brown mustard, Jared had tracked down the
green olives from dinner and sliced several to layer across the sandwich.

   He cut the sandwich down the middle.  It hadn't really been all that
long since dinner, though they'd been some fairly active hours.

   Jared was completely unsurprised when a pale arm snaked under his and
grabbed one of the halves.  He turned to his wife and smiled as she bit off
a corner.  She smiled back and hummed as she chewed.  "Hmmm, olives!"

   He watched as she eyed the counter for a second.  She placed her hand
meaningfully on the edge, cocked her hip and gave him a look.  Chuckling,
he put his hands under her arms.  She dipped and sprung and he boosted her
butt up onto the granite surface.

   Stacy crossed her legs and gave her robe a tug, raising her eyebrows at
William as she took another bite.  His face was bent around an easy smile
and his curly, neck-length hair shined, black and damp.  A gentle tickle of
goosebumps passed through her body as she thought of how he would be
sharing her boudoir sometime yet that night.

   Jared kind of forgot about the sandwich as he watched his wife.  She was
in an emerald satin dressing gown with apparently absolutely nothing on
underneath.  On Helen, the gown would have been modest but it was above
Stacy's knees.  Her left bang hung damp over her eye.

   She chewed and grinned and looked quintessentially Stacy, kicking her
legs like a little kid, teasing the men with an innocent face.

   Jared's thoughts were very adult though.

   Fortunately, before Jared got completely swept away by his love for his
wife, more revelers arrived.

   Gloria came bounding up the stairs with incongruous energy.  She had her
hair folded in a towel up on her head but was otherwise naked as nature
intended.

   Stacy stared wide-eyed as the generously proportioned woman bounced into
the kitchen.  She pressed her abundance to her husband and pecked him on
the lips.  She also gave his quiescent cock a tickle through the robe.

   Turning, she minced over to Jared and gave him much the same greeting,
though she paused to suck on his tongue and cast a sideways glance at
Stacy.

   The younger woman wore a bemused grin, watching the big naked lady play
with Jared.  When she let go of the young man she said, "What's with all
the clothes?" she asked.  She leaned close to the young woman and rested a
hand on the crease between her crossed thighs.  "Been having fun little
girl?"

   Stacy nodded.  She fought the urge to spread her legs.  Gloria's hand
was subtly trying to worm it's way up....

   Grinning wider, Stacy stopped resisting and uncrossed her legs.  "I'm
having lots of fun," she said.

   Gloria chuckled and ran her hand all the way up Stacy's smooth, pale
thigh.  Her fingers found the folds of the girl's sex and chuckled again,
deeply.  Stacy watched her soft tits shake and moaned as Glory wiggled a
couple fingers between her dew petals.

   She withdrew her hand and returned to Jared.  "It's true, I can tell. 
Your slut wife is having a fucking blast." She pressed her glistening hand
to his lips and he sucked gently on them.  Stacy watched his eyes close and
he grabbed a big chunk of Gloria's ample tit flesh and squeezed hard. 
Tracy's own breast throbbed in sympathetic need.

   "Let me in on a piece of that," came another voice from the hallway. 
Felicity swept in and tried to get a piece of everything at once.  She
palmed a surprised Stacy's pert, though clothed, breast with one hand while
grabbing Jared's head with the other.  She pulled him down to her mouth and
grappled his tongue away from Gloria's fingers.

   Stacy had gone well beyond bemused now.  She was beginning to get the
idea that Felicity and Gloria were very good friends.  And not just because
Felicity was also wearing nothing but a she-turban.

   Gloria slid smoothly behind Felicity and pressed close, sandwiching the
slightly slimmer woman between herself and Jared.  Her hand went down the
back of the lawyer's ass.  Stacy couldn't see everything from her perch on
the counter but the big woman must have slid a few digits into Elle's
pussy. She moaned into Jared's mouth and her hand that was still on Stacy's
chest clawed at her satin-covered nipple.

   Felicity was starting to grind on Jared's thigh when Helen shouted,
"Jesus Christ, you two.  Heel!  Down girls!  Do I need to turn the hose on
you?" There was a snap to her voice that commanded respect, even in such
an...  informal situation.

   George, Frank and Helen looked on with varying levels of surprise... 
which is to say, Frank was entirely unsurprised, Helen was slightly pissed
off and George was a little wide-eyed.

   "I'm serious, back off." The little woman said with slightly less
sharpness.

   The women disentangled grumpily.  Stacy and Jared pulled their robes
straight.  Jared needed an extra shake to get his stiffening cock angled
more comfortably.  Momentarily, Stacy looked down into the sink with a
pout. She'd dropped her sandwich.

   Helen gave them all stern looks.  She rolled her eyes at William's
innocent posture.  After a moment she said, "Bethany's staying in her
boudoir for now.  She's...  resting." She didn't really have to look around
to know who was missing but she did so anyway.  "Where's Trey?"

   Both Jared and Gloria were opening their mouths to answer when the
gym-rat answered for himself from halfway down the stairs.  "Coming," he
said in an even voice.  No one chose to interpret the word as a pun.

   With Elle and Glory bouncing around and rubbing against anyone they took
a fancy to, the atmosphere eventually found a comfortable camaraderie. 
Sandwiches and beers and sodas were passed around and chips were dipped. 
With the amount of bodily fluid being exchanged that night, no one batted
an eye at the occasional double-dip.

   Before long, conversation died down and little groping games picked up.
Stacy was still on the counter.  Jared was leaning with his back to her
between her legs.  She had her arms around him and her chin on his
shoulder. He felt her soft tits near his shoulder blades.

   Helen slid up to the couple.  She gave Jared a hungry look but her lips
went first to Stacey's, pinning the man between two rapidly heating women.
Helen's hands were both in Jared's robe, giggling as she felt new life
there.

   Felicity had settled against William.  He had one hand teasing her
nipples and the other was behind her, teasing the sensitive skin between
her two holes.  Everything down there was slick from her freely flowing
arousal.

   Gloria had George in a kitchen chair, straddling a knee while his mouth
lavished her big naked tits with attention.  The whole room could hear her
pussy squishing along his thigh.

   Frank sipped a cocktail, watching and listening.  Trey was stymied, not
sure where he would be welcome.

   Helen gave Jared a good squeeze and moved her mouth to his for a quick
but wet kiss.  "You're mine next, lover-boy," she said.  She gave Stacy a
teasing glance and tugged the girl's husband away.  She spun him around,
slapped his ass then prodded him in the direction of the basement.  "Be
ready for me."

   With a wave to his wife, Jared disappeared down the stairs.  Helen
looked around.  "Huh.  I see you managed to find your next partners on your
own.  Gloria, Elle, take your prizes to bed."

   Gloria eagerly tugged George down the hall.  When Elle tugged her friend
William the same direction, he held back a moment.  He pulled away and gave
her tits a meaningful squeeze.  "Go ahead.  There's some things I want from
the dungeon."

   Grinning with anticipation, Felicity bounced away down the hall and
William slipped down the stairs.

   "Frank," said Helen, "Beth asked for you by name.  She wants to be used.
She wants her pussy to get wrecked.  I know you won't disappoint us in that
regard."

   Frank raised his eyebrows and turned silently to amble down the hallway
to the animal room.

   William came back up the stairs.  He was carrying a laundry basket full
of ropes and straps.  There was a look of childish joy on his face.  "It's
been way too long since I did this." He hustled away down the hallway.

   Helen chuckled as she watched him go.  She gave Trey a look that Stacy
couldn't translate.  "Billy knows how to have fun." The little surgeon
headed down the stairs.  "Get to it, you two.  The night's barely half
over."

   ****

   Gloria hustled George into her boudoir and shut the door.  Her bouncing
energy made George laugh.  She swiftly covered that laugher with a deep
kiss, standing on her toes as she pulled his head down to hers.

   The laugh deepened into a warm chuckle.  And then a moan when her
fingers took hold of his manhood.  Georg's hands went to the big woman's
tits.  He marveled at her soft skin and the mass of the things.  The
nipples crinkled up tight as her tongue spooned with his.

   He throbbed in her hand.

   She released his mouth and they both gasped.  "Oh good, your big, hot
thing feels like it's just about ready to grow." He wasn't very firm down
there yet but he was filling her hand nicely.  "I want to feel it grow in
my mouth." She said, urging him into the middle of the bed.  She stripped
his boxers down his legs at the same time.

   He got settled on his back just in time to watch her crawl after him
predatorily.  Her breasts hung heavy and inviting.

   She was watching his waking cock rolling around heavily on his stomach.
Her mouth salivated.  His balls hung between his legs, equally inviting in
her overly aroused state.

   She began there, prodding his legs wider apart with her head as she
tongued and sucked his balls.  He groaned and rocked his head when she
engulfed his entire testicle-laden scrotum in her mouth and massaged them.

   But she really did want to feel the life pump into the young man's cock.
She released his balls and swept her wide tongue slowly up his thickening
shaft.  If not for the active night he'd had, he would have already been to
the bursting point by now.  Gloria knew she was going to have fun with the
lanky stud.  She could feel in his body that he still had a lot to give.

   She swallowed him whole and ran her fingers along her own slit as he
pulsed and swelled in her mouth.  She began to anticipate a nice long ride
on George Tomlinson and many happy orgasms.

   *****

   Trey was in turmoil.  Angry and horny was a confusing place to be.  The
way the little doctor bitch had treated him...  he just didn't understand
it.

   Women weren't supposed to be like that.  So ...  domineering.  So
lacking in respect for his obvious greatness.

   Felicity had been abrupt with him more than once.  And sometimes she
seemed bored with him.  But no one had just treated him like a failure the
way the Pollard bitch had.

   If she hadn't screwed his brains out repeatedly, he certainly wouldn't
have put up with it.

   Now he had the little blue drug buzzing in his system.  It worked well.
He was hard and ready.  But still angry.

   The soft-looking younger one was leading him to the master bedroom.  At
least she had a decent, womanly shape.  She was letting her ass sway very
nicely under the short robe.

   As Stacy passed through the door to the bedroom, she pulled the robe's
belt loose.  A moment later it dropped from her shoulders.  She left it
pooled on the floor behind her.  Trey watched the rocking heart shape of
her pale ass as she strolled across the room.  The drug had him ready but
it was real nice to have the visual stimulation to bring his brain in line
with his dick.

   "Trey," Stacy said as bent to open the drawer of a nightstand, "I'm
really happy you came tonight." She looked at a couple bottles, scanning
their labels before selecting one.  "I've always wanted to be with a man
that takes care of himself as well as you do."

   She turned to face him.  His heart skipped a beat.  Damn, she had a nice
little set of tits.  High and firm, just large enough to show a hint of
weight and movement.  She cocked a hip and smirked at him.  Belatedly, his
eyes rose to her face.

   A lock of brown hair hung over one eye.  It seemed to tug the corner of
her mouth into a smirk.

   She held his gaze and approached.  She popped the bottle open and
squeezed some oil into her palm.  "I hope you don't mind if I get a good
feel of what real muscles are like."

   She rubbed her hands together to spread the oil and then grabbed both
his pecks like a lecher at a strip club.  "Damn.  They're harder than a
stiff cock!" Then she laughed at her own joke and glanced down at his
tented shorts.  "Don't worry, I'll get a really, really good feel of that
muscle up my slick little pussy real soon." She spread the oil around, up
to his shoulders and edging down to his abs.

   He reached for her, longing to feel her curves and she nudged his hand
away.  "Nu-uh.  You get that in a bit too.  I want to focus on your perfect
body first." She got more oil on her hands and ran her fingers down his
abs. She wasn't timid; she really wanted to feel the firm strength of him.
"Oh god, a real six-pack.  I could definitely get used to this."

   She kind of liked having him stand there for her.  Everything was in the
proper alignment and his muscles were working just a little bit to keep him
upright.

   She spent quite a while on his abs.  She was being sincere in every
word, though none of it had anything to do with how she felt about her own
husband or anyone else.  Trey was an interesting object to explore.  A
novel experience.

   She felt him tremble while she squeezed and massaged his long thighs. 
He relaxed just a bit when she circled behind him to make his rippling back
shine like a bodybuilder's.  Which to be honest, Trey was not.  He was an
average gym rat.  But still more cut and firm than anything Stacy had been
with before.  (Variations on lean or bony didn't count.)

   She was still behind him when she slid his shorts off.  She gave his
very firm and compact ass the same treatment she'd given his pecks, taking
a moment to rub her hard nipples against his back as she did.  "Okay, big
boy, I bet you're really ready to fuck me now.  I hope you work on your
cardio as hard as you work on this delicious muscle-mass."

   She slowly came around to his front, her hand trailing along his waist.
It continued all the way out along his upturned shaft.  She left a single
finger resting on his engorged helmet, feeling her own sex drip as his
throbbed under her touch.

   "Thank you for sharing your body with me, dreamboat." She raised her
arms to his neck and lifted a leg in invitation.  He put his arms out for
her and she hopped lightly up into his embrace.  She could feel his cock
pressed between his hard lower stomach and her mons.  "Now you can play
with mine."

   "Yeah.  Now I fuck your dripping cunt inside out." He hiked the girl up
and his drug-fueled cock homed in on her wet slit.  He let her drop back
down, crashing her bush into his.

   Stacy hissed and pressed her forehead hard against his chin.  She
whispered harshly, "Fuck yeah you're going to.  Fuck me hollow, beefcake."

   ***

   Frank let the door to the animal room close and just stared.  The
skinny, milk-pale woman looked dead.  He had to stop himself from rushing
to check her pulse.  Instead, he asked, "Beth?  You okay?"

   Well, she was certainly alive.  Her toes curled at the sound of his
voice.  "Oh, Frank," she sighed.  "I'm so glad you're here.  I feel so
empty."

   He took a couple steps closer and let his dressing gown drop.  "I can
see that.  Helen told me to wreck your pussy but it looks like someone beat
me to it."

   Her legs shifted slowly, spreading a little more for him.  "Are you
staring at my cunt, Frank?"

   "Yes.  You look so....  used."

   Bethany could hear the quiet heat in his voice.  He was aroused.  The
big swinger was staring at her body and he wanted her.  Her toes curled
again and her hands gripped the head of the mattress.  "I'm here to be
used." She spread her legs wider still.  "I'm just a hot, wet hole for you
to fuck."

   Even with the swollen state of her labia, Frank could see the darkness
of her inner chamber gaping at him.  The shower with Helen and Stacy had
been a nice respite as had snack-time.  Frank was slowing down a bit with
his years but his cock was throbbing now.  Growing.

   He bent over the foot of the bed and gripped her thighs.  Beth tossed
her head but her face remained buried in the bed.  He forced her legs
wider, pushing her into a gentle splits.

   Her beaten but eager sex yawned wider.  Beth yelped "OOhh!" when he
yanked her down the bed.  She shuddered and squirmed when she felt the heat
and weight of his urgency batter against her buttocks.  "Holy shit, how big
are you?" She cried.

   Frank chuckled.  "You want to see it first or should I just go ahead and
split you open now?"

   Beth hunched her hips at him.  "Oh jeeze, split me open.  Wreck me, damn
it!  Fuck me no...OOWWWWw."

   Frank had yanked her skinny body onto his nine inches of thick need
before she was done asking for it.

   Bethany Tomlinson got used and wrecked just the way she craved. 
Offering herself to the lust of others was her greatest self-indulgence and
she wallowed in it with her cunt creaming all over the biggest cock she'd
ever had.

   ***

   In the basement, Helen found Jared already disrobed.  She smirked and
dropped her own.  She paced steadily across the room directly toward him,
her eyes predatory.  Somehow, when her body struck his she left her feet
and slithered up his body.

   The lean, taut woman had her legs wrapped around his waist in the blink
of an eye without any active participation from Jared.  And her tongue was
down his throat and it felt like half way to his navel before any of it
really registered on him.

   He had to take a small step back to retain his balance.  Belatedly, his
hands clasped the hard panes of her ass and he sucked on her tongue.  Jared
could feel the surgeon's waxed clam wet against his lower stomach.

   He cinched her in closer, one arm sliding up her back, finding her
shoulder blade to brace against.  He pressed his tongue against hers,
pushing the oral tango back to the other end of the dance floor.

   She gave his tongue a fond, parting suck and released his mouth.  He
gathered some air and said, "Well, hello there."

   "Hmmm, hello yourself," she hummed.  She relaxed her hold a bit and slid
down far enough to feel his semi-hard tool under groin.  "Last time we met,
it was kind of all about your wife.  We haven't had much time together."

   "Yeah, I've been looking forward to this.  Wondering just what you'd do
when you got your hands on me."

   Helen just gave him an evil look and ran her wet V out and down along
his stiffening member.  And then back in against his body, grinding down
hard on top of his root.  He could feel her not-so-little clit poking his
abdomen.

   "I figured a good, rough throat fuck to start things off and then put me
in the swing to fuck all my holes like a pinata."

   Jared's laugh sounded almost nervous.  "I don't think you understand the
point of a pinata."

   Helen tossed her head, "Or whatever." She leaned back at arm's length,
leg's still wrapped tightly around the younger man.  "But I guess there's
some hostessing and elder degenerate duties I should cover first."

   Jared had never been able to raise a single eyebrow but his expressing
was quizzical enough.  Helen leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder.
"How's wife-ee really doing with all this?  She seems fine to me but
needless to say, you know her better."

   "She's having a blast," Jared answered.  He didn't have to think about
it.  His little fuck bunny was clearly getting off on the swinging thing.

   Helen waited a bit before asking another question.  "I've been wondering
how much you want me to push her.  You've said her apatite is big but she's
pretty vanilla in her tastes."

   Jared shrugged in her embrace.  He backed himself to the couch and sat.
Helen wiggled around to sit sideways in his lap.  Jared looked down at her
hard nipples.  With her waxed mound and lean body, he could even see her
clit sticking out.  "Thanks for asking Helen.  I mean, thanks for checking
with me.  I think it's best if you not."

   There wasn't any reason they couldn't talk and play at the same time. 
Bent in his lap, even someone as skinny as Helen showed rolls...  well,
pleats...  along her stomach.  He smiled as he strummed down the folds,
flicking her clit gently on the backswing.  Helen's eyes closed and her
grip on the back of his neck went hard but she gave no other outward
reaction.

   "Why not?" she asked, voice easy.  "I think she has a lot of potential."

   "Stacy's already talked it over with me a couple times.  And I've told
her a lot of stories about you and some other women I encountered back in
the day.  Some things I saw myself, some things I saw in your home movies,
you know."

   He had strummed her a couple more times but now he was running fingers
down her wet slit and lightly palming that striking clit.  Helen let her
legs spread for easier access.  "She's not interested in having wine
bottles stuck backward up her ass or drinking a dozen loads of cum from a
champagne glass?"

   Jared had seen the vids of both, and they'd both been of Helen.  And
he'd told Stacy about it.

   Mind you, the wine bottle was not, like, super big.  Not actually any
bigger than, say, a baseball bat.  Jared had heard that Helen managed a bat
in each hole simultaneously.

   She groaned and arched back as his hand dug deeper into her flowing
pussy.  Her words and the memory of the movies he'd seen energized Jared
and reminded him just what kind of whore Helen was.  He pressed four
fingers into her and gave her clit a good mash with his thumb for a couple
seconds.

   "The thing is, Stacy really could get into a lot of that.  But she
doesn't like the idea of it becoming a big part of her life."

   Jared was rock hard against her hip.  She grabbed his cock and jerked on
it while her hips ground her hungry cunt against his knuckles.  "What the
hell is wrong with being a full-time degenerate whore?" Helen panted.

   "It's just not what she wants to be.  She's a sexy fuck bunny.  She's
beast in the sheets and fucks me dry on a regular basis.  She doesn't think
she needs to be more than that.  A little swinging fun is fine but she's
not going to change her lifestyle."

   Helen released his cock and reached down to pull on his wrist.  "Jared,
quit playing around and stick your fist in me!"

   Just those words can sometimes make a guy cum.  Jared growled, folded in
his thumb and pushed his hand into the little woman.  There wasn't a whole
lot of resistance.  "So," Helen went on, voice not nearly as strained as it
by all rights should be.  When she started grinding on him again, Jared
felt his knuckles pop under the unbelievable pressure.  "You think you'll
ever have your hand up your wife's sweet little pussy?"

   "Probably not." He admitted.  He started twisting inside her and she
groaned with pleasure.  Her flat stomach crunched down so hard Jared just
couldn't move anymore.  "Does your wife think I'm a freak, Jared?" the
doctor hissed.

   It's a good thing that Jared had known Helen pretty well in a past life.
He knew how she viewed herself.  She didn't pretend she was well adjusted
or entirely sane.  In fact, at times she reveled in simply being as nuts as
she was.  Who could tell if the stresses of her job and before that, the
demands of the educational path that led to it, was the cause of her
extreme personality or if those accomplishments were a product of her
all-or-nothing mindset?

   What was known was that Helen Pollard very forthrightly let her freak
flag fly.  She didn't hide her nature or lifestyle from co-workers or
anyone else.

   Jared just looked at Helen.  He tightened his fist, making it swell just
a little more inside her and pressed it hard against her womb.

   She was climaxing all over his hand when he answered, "Of course she
thinks you're a freak.  She's not stupid, you crazy fucking whore!  You're
the freak queen!"

   *****

   William knocked on the door to Felicity's boudoir.  "Elle, Goddess?  Do
you have a blindfold in there?  Could you put it on?"

   He didn't have to wait long.  "Okay, you devil, I can't see a thing."

   He cracked the door open and peeked.  Felicity was waiting for him, one
hand on a tall bedpost.  She was wearing the soft blindfold as requested.

   William quietly set the hamper down and discarded his robe.  He paused
to take in the scene.  "Ravishing as always, my dear."

   Elle had let her hair out of the towel.  It wasn't quite dry enough to
fluff out properly.  Instead, it was dark and sleek.

   As for the rest of the goddess...  it was really too bad the lawyer
couldn't see the rapid growth of his ardor.

   He took her by the arm and pressed her gently against the bedpost.  For
a time, his lips and hands took liberties with her.  Not that her own hands
were idle.

   When both of their temperatures had risen and pulses quickened, he
guided her onto the bed.  "I think if you kneel and rest your butt on your
feet, that will be most comfortable." Elle knelt as requested, composing
herself in the center of the bed.

   William moved quietly around the bed and selected a couple things from
the hamper.  He set something aside at the head of the bed and knelt on it
next to her.  Elle straightened her posture when she felt him come near.

   "Hands behind your back, please," he asked softly.  She did as he asked,
clasping wrist in hand at the small of her back.  Bill snapped a pair of
padded cuffs on her.  They were simple leather bands with coat-snaps for
closures and a plastic chain.  Toys, really, but suitable for his purpose.

   There was a long delay.  The lawyer tried to maintain her composure but
she was anxious to know what William would do to her.

   The truth was, all he was doing during that delay was staring at the
vision composed before him.  Felicity held her back straight, the cuffs
only loosely holding her arms behind her.  As she breathed, he stared at
the perfectly sloped weight of her tits.  Plenty of women were bigger, some
tits were firmer but William had yet to find a finer set of all-around
perfect breasts than Felicity's.

   He was going to focus a lot of attention on that perfection.  He started
by gently brushing her nipples with his fingertips.  He paused and then did
it again, continuing to trace softly down the swell.

   The nipple had already been firm but it grew more now, the cap around it
crinkling.  Elle shivered and he saw goosebumps raise across her body.

   He spent several minutes gently teasing both breasts before taking one
between his thick lips and sucking gently.  Elle moaned and her toes curled
into her ass cheeks.

   Again, Bill spent several minutes gently kissing and tugging on her hard
little spigots.  Felicity was so engrossed by what he was doing to her
sensitive tits that she didn't quite notice when he slid a single finger
into the cleft between her thighs and found the top of her slippery slit.

   It was always like this with Will.  He was an endlessly inventive and
insightful lover.  He knew when a woman needed to have her throat brutally
reamed by an angry cock or when she needed to be teased and romanced.  He'd
bound her lightly and was slowly building sensation upon sensation in her
body.

   Soon he was pressed closely against her, one hand firm on a shoulder,
the other continuing to polish the most sensitive parts of her mound.  The
heat of his body was seeping into hers and the pulsing imprint of his cock
burned against her hip.

   His lips, teeth and tongue had pulled so much blood and lust into her
breasts they were about to burst.

   She shuddered and whimpered softly.

   "Oh god," she moaned, squeezing her thighs together as she came softly.

   Felicity slumped against William.  Feeling very satisfied with himself,
he stretched to pick up a long length of soft cotton rope without letting
her topple over.

   Wordlessly he began wrapping it around her chest, establishing a base
under her breasts which he would use as a foundation for binding he perfect
C-cups tightly.

   Soon he had tight bands of multiple layers of rope above and below her
breasts.  He tied that rope off at her back and started with a new,
slightly thinner cord.  This he laced through the previous windings, first
cinching top and bottom bands together at the outer edges near her arms and
then pulling them together with a third strap down her cleavage.

   When he was done, Felicity's tits were squeezed tight and jutted forward
like rocket nosecones.  Her skin was pulled taut over the pressure.

   William teased their tips silently for a time but then backed away.  He
let her sit there without moving for several minutes.  It felt like an
eternity; Elle had no idea what he had in mind next.

   Without warning his thick hand took a rough hold of the binding between
her tits.  "Oh!" she yelped as he yanked her around, spinning her onto her
back.  She struggled to kick her legs out straight from beneath her as he
tugged her to the edge of the bed.

   With a strong grip on the ropes, William got her head off the side of
the bed.  He looked down at her helpless, blindfolded face and tightly
bound tits and snarled.  He twisted his hand, half crushing her tits in
their prison.

   He put the thumb of his other hand on her chin, his fingers against her
neck.  He guided her mouth open and before she knew what was happening, his
thick cock was half-way down her throat and her nose was buried in his
ball-sack.

   She choked and moaned and used her tongue to tell him how turned on she
was.  Her hands were still trapped under her against her back but she could
reach her own asshole and dug in with two fingers while Billy fucked her
head.

   *****

   In the master bedroom, the beefcake had Stacy pinned to the bed in the
missionary position.  It was thrilling.  It made her understand why Jared
liked having her ride him so much.  She had a great view of Trey's tanned,
sculpted body.

   Everywhere her hands roamed, she felt the power of him.  Bicep,
pectoral, abs, even a set of long, lean thighs working hard between her own
softer shape.

   He had her hips held high and was reaming her delirious pussy
relentlessly.  It was a little funny to Stacy that the big beefcake's cock
was actually smaller than Jared's but she certainly didn't say anything
about it.  And having just been stretched out by Frank's monster didn't
seem to be diminishing her enjoyment any.  Her pussy was very much getting
off on the easy fit.

   "Holy Christ, man!  You're making me cum so good.  Look at you!  I bet
you can go all night!"

   Trey was finally getting over the weirdness with the Pollard woman and
deep down was grateful for the chemical boost.  The Lancaster chick was a
proper lay.  Soft and appetitive.  "I'm going to wear you out, slut!"

   Stacy tightened her inner sheath and ground on him.  "It's like fucking
a locomotive!  Your piston won't ever quit, will it?"

   Well, it did eventually but Stacy certainly had no complaints when he
finally filled her gash thirty minutes later while he held her spread-eagle
against one of the big windows.

   *****

   After Helen had climaxed on Jared's hand twice, she pulled her gaping
pussy off his fist.  Still in his lap, she twisted like a cat and in a
blink, she put her knees on his shoulders and her head down between his
legs.

   Helen Pollard's pussy yawned open in front of Jared's face.  Fresh off
his fist, he could see deeply into her weeping hole.  The doctor's labia
were also pronounced, like long earlobes.  And her engorged clit was the
size of the last joint of his index finger.

   He was just coming to grips with the prospect of burying his face in
that wide open pleasure pit when Helen dove her mouth down onto his
drooling cock.  She took him effortlessly, even his over-sized knob posing
no challenge for the swinger's throat.  In the past, in Jared's days of
swinging before he met Stacy, Helen had made a careful study of Jared's
member.  She had concluded that though his was nearly three inches shorter
than her husband Frank's, their helmets were exactly the same size.

   Needless to say, Helen's throat had a lot of practice passing large
objects.

   Her nearly savage engulfing of his cock triggered something in Jared. 
Either some kind of muscle memory that recalled what Helen could take or
merely an animistic response.  Whichever it was, Jared Lancaster suddenly
had only one thing on his mind.

   His hands went around her hard little body to the back of her head. 
Running fingers through her short hair, he took hold of her skull.  He
jammed her face into his thrusting hips and fucked the mad woman's face
hard.

   Helen took it.  Her throat relaxed and she drooled heavily and she
moaned as Jared fucked her entire skull violently.

   It was so exciting, she knew she could climax again with just a little
more stimulation.  She scissored her shins behind Jared's head and pulled
his face into her splayed labia and throbbing clit.

   When she came, she squeezed Jared's balls in her hand none too gently.
He shook his head and ground his chin on her exploding clitoris.  His hips
came off the couch as he tried to fuck his way out the back of her head.

   And just like that, the tension went out of Helen's body.  The orgasm
sapped her strength and her legs went limp.  The hard cock in her mouth
throbbed and leaked pre-cum.

   She weakly pulled herself off Jared's cock.  It was angry and red and
demanding.  Seeing it like that put a thrill through her despite herself.
Or more accurately, it thrilled her exactly because Helen was very much
herself.

   Phlegm and pre-cum made it slick as she stroked it in her hand.  She
twisted and slid to the floor without letting go.  The vitality of Jared's
cock was her life-line.  The insurance that would see her through to her
second wind.

   His natural enthusiasm and stamina put Trey in such a poor light by
comparison.  Helen knew that she would extract an orgasm from Jared soon
enough...  and that he would almost certainly continue to fuck her after
that without stop.  She had him maximally aroused and she was going to keep
him there.

   "Get me in the sex swing, Jared.  I need you in all my holes."

   *****

   Back in the Kamasutra room, Felicity stared up at William's fat,
dripping cock from behind the askew blindfold.  He'd spent at least ten
minutes reaming her throat with it.  Spit and snot covered her face and
made her hair tangled and heavy.

   He was letting her breathe now.  She was gasping and swallowing hard. 
Her swollen tits burned in their bindings.

   "What's wrong, little Billy?  Too tired to fuck a whore properly?" she
asked, her voice a croak.  She was so turned on now.  "I'm just starting to
enjoy myself."

   Billy stared down at the whorish lawyer.  The mess her face was in made
his cock throb hard.  Her eyes were mad and her ass squirmed as she rubbed
her thighs against her slit.

   He grabbed the mess of hair on her head with a beefy hand and heaved her
up.  Adding his other hand to the back of her neck as she rose, he shoved
her hard across the bed.

   Elle tumbled a bit, scrambling to get her legs the right way around. 
She knew he wanted her to turn her ass toward him.  Her arms were still
cuffed behind her back.  She ended up on her face as William grabbed her
hips and pulled her to the side of the bed again.

   He scraped his own sweat-heavy hair back from his eyes with the back of
a hand.  "Your whore ass already got fucked tonight, didn't it?" Has asked,
staring at its lush swell.  He didn't let her respond.  Taking a firm grip
on the rope across her back, his other hand gave her left ass cheek a
viscous, meaty slap.  "Naughty whore!  Naughty!" He painted the other
cheek, his handprints a clear and vivid pink.

   Felicity kept her face buried in the bed and let herself scream.  Each
slap made her tits throb and pussy twitch.  She tried to make her asshole
wink at her tormentor.  Everything he was doing to her was depraved and
perfect.

   He rained twenty or thirty blows down on her ass until his hand got
sore. Then he rifled through a side table and found a heavy, flesh-colored
dildo.  Felicity already had her legs spread, waiting for him to finally
fuck her.  Her pussy hung open, dripping and hungry.  The hefty rubber dong
slid in deeply without resistance.

   Felicity pressed back against his hand, taking every inch and groaning.
He roughly pushed her hips lower and pressed his flesh and blood speer
against her waiting anus and yanked her back into his hips.

   She reared up off the bed.  "FUCK!  Yes.  Shit.  Holy shit, yes, stuff
me full." William took the opportunity to snatch up her thick hair and rein
her in harder.

   With the thick rubber dong lodged firmly in her cunt, William went wild
fucking her tight, buttery ass.  Felicity climaxed constantly, tears
running down her face and filthy, begging curses streaming from her lips.

   *****

   Frank got a little bored, pounding Bethany into the mattress.  Every
time he started to slow down, she whined and ground her ass against him. 
"I need your cum in me!"

   He pulled out of the mad slut.  Her small ass was pink from countless
slaps he'd given it.  But her cunt flesh was a much darker hue.  At least,
where creamy foam from her own discharges and those of her previous
visitors didn't cover it.

   Frank pulled her up by her arms.  She protested weakly, begging him to
just keep fucking her as hard as she could.

   To say her legs were like jello is an insult to jello.  They were more
like water.  As mouthy as she continued to be, her body was utterly spent.
Had been for quite some time.  Bethany herself didn't know how she could
keep climaxing over and over again but both her dirty mind and mad pussy
insisted on further abuse.

   Bethany was very nearly as tall as Frank but didn't have much meat on
her.  Panting but energized by lust, he lifted her into his arms.  He
settled her against his broad chest, one arm across her back, the other
under her burning ass.

   Her arms hung limply at her side and she seemed to be struggling to keep
her head up.

   She felt the burning cap of his weapon rooting around her opening and
moaned.

   "You keep begging for it hard, Beth.  You really mean it?  You want
everything old Frankie can give you?" He bounced her slightly against his
drooling missile.

   "Yes." she nodded weekly.

   "Uh-uh.  Say it, slut.  Tell me how you want to get fucked."

   Bethany took a moment to gather herself.  Arms trembling, she lifted her
hands to his face.  She looked Frank in the eyes.  "Pile-drive my womb with
your giant cock you bastard!"

   Half a second later she screamed as the entire weight of her body landed
on his unrelenting manhood.

   He remained standing as he fucked the madwoman without mercy or pause.

   *****

   There were many interesting details in the Pollard household.  The
spacious tiled shower and sunken tub were relatively mundane.  The heavy
'X' of wood in one corner of the basement was another matter.  When it's
leather and metal accouterments were stored away, it's purpose was not
obvious to the sufficiently naive.  But the numerous metal eyelets that
studded it were a bit of a giveaway.

   The basement's ceiling was similarly studded.  Helen lay back, suspended
in a red leather sex swing now as Jared Lancaster pumped a hot and wild
load deep into her ass.  Helen came hard while grinding one of her
Frank-shaped dildos as deeply into her womb as she could reach.

   Jared stumbled away, dripping cock feeling heavy and spent.  He watched
as Helen pulled the big dong out of her pussy.  She slapped at her gaping
sex and swung wildly in her harness.  She was raising her legs higher and
higher, trying to reach the knob of the big latex toy into her dilated
asshole.  She was mostly upside-down by the time hit the target.

   She rammed the fat toy right back into the hole Jared had just filled
with his seed.  She felt the frictionless mass of it spreading her open. 
With her other hand latched onto her clit, she ground the rubber cock in
deep and continued to scream through her orgasm.

   It was a sight which rather shocked Stacey.  She'd come half way down
the stairs to take a peak and had gotten an eyeful.  She'd just watched the
man she loved violently sodomize the diminutive surgeon and flood her rear
passage with his seed.

   The way Helen had immediately shoved the enormous dildo right back up
her ass made Stacey feel light headed.  It looked unnatural and painful. 
And the suspended woman's final orgasmic screams were otherworldly.

   Stacey was so confused by the arousal and disturbance she felt.  While
her husband panted and dripped sweat and Helen spun slowly, now limp in the
harness, Mrs.  Lancaster retreated quietly up the stairs.

   *****

   Trey was taking his own little peek into the royalty room.  He'd started
this fucked up night here with Gloria.  Now he saw the blond George was
with her.  The tall man was standing at the side of the bed with his cock
buried in Gloria.

   He was pressing her legs high and wide apart far back over her head. 
Trey heard not one but two buzzing notes.  Gloria had a vibrator pressed
against the union of their bodies.  As he watched and listened he saw her
press harder, gasp and arch her back.  "Oh god another one!" she moaned.

   George had another vibrator and was teasing her swollen nipples with it.

   Stacy came up behind Trey and peered past his arm.  Her hand rested on
the waistband of his boxers.  He glanced at her and wondered which of them
was odder; him for putting his shorts on or her for wandering around naked.

   He turned back to George and Gloria and watched with Stacey.  The tall
blond was shafting the big lady very slowly, using every inch he had with
each stroke.  They could hear how wet she was.

   "God you feel so amazing Glow." Tomlinson sighed.  The woman beneath she
just continued to slowly rock her hips and tease her clit with the buzzing
toy, her mind blank with pleasure.

   Stacey stepped away and Trey soon departed as well.

   *****

   Stacy heard a soft but insistent voice in the animal room.  She couldn't
make out the words, even with her ear against the door.  So she cracked it
open.

   "Yes.  Yes.  More.  Again.  More.  Harder.  Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Harder."
The words were unmistakable now but the tone was confusing.  Stacey stared
at Frank standing in the middle of the room repeatedly driving a limp, pale
form up and down.  Stacy was fortunate that the angle allowed her to see
his enormous cock stretching out her absurdly inflamed cunt.  Fluids
covered their groins and thighs.

   Stacy thought Beth was unconscious at first.  She nearly rushed into the
room, not knowing what she would have done but instinctively wanting to
save the other woman.  But those words.  The soft and definite words were
spilling from Bethany unceasingly.  "Beat it.  Beat my cunt.  Use me.  Fuck
me.  Harder.  Harder."

   Stacy supposed she'd eventually stop being shocked.  Helen's performance
in the sling with the dildo and her husband had been somewhat stunning. 
But this was something completely different.  Bethany was begging the big
swinger to destroy her pussy and use her body like a thing.

   Stacy gripped the door jam and watched.  She bit her lips.  She could
smell the thick haze of sex in the room.  Without even knowing it, she slid
a finger through the folds of her own pussy.  She'd gotten wet in an
instant.  She humped her little clit against her palm and watched.

   Frank's big cock had been inside the woman with the tiger tattoo for
over twenty minutes and he ached to cum.  He dropped her on the bed where
she sprawled bonelessly.

   When his cock sprung free, dripping and red and so fucking huge, Stacey
moaned and pinched a nipple.  She thumbed her clit hard while the big
swinger stroked himself.  He heard her and saw her peeking into the room.
He caught her gaze boldly, watching her hump her hand as he held himself
proudly.  "Say it again, Beth.  Tell me what your body's for."

   "Just fuck me," she said, weakly, voice mostly muffled by the mattress.

   Frank shoved her to the middle of the bed and climbed across her.  He
pressed her legs together between his and bent forward to grab her hair. 
He pulled her face up and ordered her, "Beg me, slut.  Tell me what you
need."

   "Use me!" Beth shouted.  "Just fuck the shit out of me like a whore. 
Rip me apart."

   He dropped her head and caught Stacey's eye again.  "This bitch may be
crazier than my wife."

   Then Frank drove his powerful cock into the whore and fucked her
unconscious while Stacy came all over her hand and slumped to her knees in
the doorway.

   *****

   "Oh god, bitch, you always drain me dry!" William groaned as he finally
emptied his load into the lawyer's reddened ass.  The toy handcuffs still
linked her wrists but it didn't prevent her spreading her ass cheeks wide
for him.

   "I've been waiting for this night for weeks," she exclaimed, wiggling
her hips and feeling rubber and flesh rods jousting inside her holes.

   William withdrew his still-thick cock from Felicity's ass, watching it
with rapt attention.  Her brown-eye was pink, verging on red but had
gobbled up everything he could do to it.  It remained gaping open as he
stepped back.

   Felicity closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing.  She let her
butt slip free from her grip and her hole closed up like the end of a yawn.

   "Damn it feels good to get some real fucking." she sighed contentedly.

   Trey slipped away from the door, unseen and unheeded.  Two minutes later
he was dressed and out of the Pollard's house, Felicity's keys in hand.

   He totally didn't need this shit.

   *****

   Stacy watched Frank empty himself into Bethany.  He pulled free casually
and stepped off the bed.  She was dead to the world, even her tiger tattoo
seemed exhausted.

   Stacy stared at the weapon that had done the other woman in.  It hung
down now but was still thick and majestic.  Frank saw the look in her eyes
and approached her.

   She watched it sway and glisten with each step the swinger took.  She'd
already been fucked by that monster that night but its sheer presence was
breathtaking.  Her eyes got wider and wider as he approached.  The tension
of her self-administered orgasm had drained away but now she felt flushed.

   Frank was no longer a young man.  He'd already cum three times that
night which was something of a feat.  It would be quite some time before
he'd be up for more.  Nevertheless, the way the young woman's nipples
visibly swelled as he approached sent thrills through his extremities.

   And then 'it' was in her face.  His and Beth's musk rose thickly from it
and Stacy's nostril's flared as it struck her.  Her mouth watered.

   His big hand clasped the top of her skull.  He gave her a chance to pull
away but needn't have worried.  Her mouth opened, ready for him.

   He slid his softening member between her lips and to the back of her
throat.  Flavor and other sensations impossible to describe filled her head
and she moaned around his mass.  One hand gripped his thigh, the other
ground into her cunt.

   She smothered herself in sex and frigged herself to another soft climax.

   When she had to pull away and breathe mid-orgasm, she saw Jared and
Helen watching from the hallway.  The tightly wound surgeon was still
wearing most of the harness.  Jared asked, "Isn't going a second round with
someone cheating or something?"

   Helen just shrugged, "Really can't argue with something that sexy." She
peered into the room.  "Uh, do I need to check on Beth?" She said it loud
enough to ensure the wrecked woman could hear...  there was no movement.

   Helen did briefly check the girl's breathing and heart-rate.  Both were
certainly elevated but otherwise, all was well.  The Tomlinson woman never
did stir though.