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 Author: Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)
Title: Stacy Lancaster - Swap Meet (Part 4)
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.

   Most of the gang gathered in the kitchen again, now rather less put
together.  Save for Felicity Harrow, all were nude and none had showered.
The lawyer was also nude in fact, if one ignored the ropes still binding
her breasts, the cuffs linking her wrists across her back and the butt plug
William had inserted to hold in his load.

   Quickly, the air grew dense with the aroma of bodies and sex.

   Helen raised her voice.  "Ok, we're missing someone.  Beth, we know, is
down for the count." She gave Stacy a look.  "Where's Trey?"

   Surrounded by half-hard cocks, matted beavers and jiggling breasts,
Stacy took a moment to understand the question.  "Last I saw him he was
peaking in rooms like I was.  We'd kinda finished early I guess." She
trailed off.

   A search of sorts began but lasted less than a minute.  Frank called
from the living room, "Elle, it looks like your car's gone."

   Muttering curses, Felicity checked through her purse.  Her keys were
missing.  "Well shit, he must have left and driven home." She looked at the
re-assembling group.  "Did something happen?"

   Again, Stacy became the focus of the question.  "No.  We had a good fuck
and then, like I said, were watching some of you other guys."

   Helen made a vaguely exasperated noise.  "You know, I was pretty hard on
him but screw it.  Elle, you were right; he's got no passion and doesn't
respond well to challenges."

   Stacy spoke into the pregnant pause.  "Uh....  what happened?"

   Helen waved her question away.  "Honey, just be glad I had some chemical
assistance for him or your round would have been about as much fun as a
game of checkers."

   Nonplused, Stacy was silent as Helen continued, making a show of
unnecessarily counting heads.  "Time to mix things up.  Billy-boy, take
candy-tits back to her room and work your magic."

   William collected the Lancaster woman with a guiding hand on her ass
while Helen continued.  "Jared, I got a treat for you.  I plan to be greedy
and have Frank on hand to help George tear me up properly.  That means Elle
and Glo are going to share you." This brought a squeal of delight from both
ladies.  The bound woman casually unsnapped the two handcuffs and dropped
them theatrically.  Then they had the Lancaster man wrapped in a
slut-sandwich in the blink of an eye.  "Don't worry, those two know how to
work together.  You'll all be unable to move by morning."

   As Bill led her down the hall, Stacy's eyes lingered on her man.  The
curvaceous women clung to him like schoolgirls and he had a delirious smile
on his face.

   Damn it, now she really wanted to watch!

   Instead, she let William guide her back down the hall to the master
bedroom.  The room where she had already been well fucked by three men,
none of them her husband.

   Exhilarating emotions and sensations were coursing through her body. 
Stacy Lancaster wasn't a slut or a nympho.  Not in her day-to-day life. 
She probably thought of sex no more often than the average woman.  But the
way her body reacted to actually being fucked and pleasured wasn't typical.
When aroused, her sex drive turned into something bottomless and demanding.

   Now, after three or four hours of constant sex and with the knowledge
that it wasn't over yet, she could feel an intense energy in her body.  It
wasn't a completely foreign sensation.  The wonder of her husband was that
he could just about keep up with her demands in bed.  She'd felt this
general level of satisfaction from their occasional weekend marathons of
sex and food and sleep.

   But the added novelty of multiple men and the knowledge of similar
action playing out in the rooms around them was stoking her lust with
entirely new kinds of fuel.  It felt like a constant, low-level surge of
adrenalin.

   She swept her eyes up and down William.  Mid-forties, probably slightly
shorter than her, he was stocky and hairy.  But he didn't have much of a
belly and his long black hair and wide facial features struck her as very
sensual.  Also, he moved with a smooth confidence.  Even from his casual
touches as he guided her down the hall, she could feel his male power.  It
gave her a better understanding of the word machismo.

   He pussy went just a little slicker as she watched his half-hard cock
sway as they walked.  He was big.  Very thick.  Not quite as big as Frank
but on Bill's shorter frame, it made quite an impression.

   "You have such sweet curves, little pet," Bill murmured.  The hand that
played shepherd to her ass glided along the crease between thigh and
buttock.  As they passed through the doorway into the bedroom, his other
hand slid up her stomach and danced lightly across her breasts.

   Stacy shivered.  She breathed in deeply, her chest rising while at the
same time the tips of her breast plumped and tightened.

   "Oh, wow," Billy whispered reverently, his eye growing almost as much as
the woman's nipples.  He teased her tips again.

   William's hands were broad and blunt but he was anything but clumsy. 
His swarthy complexion contrasted strongly with Stacy's and both were
mesmerized by the interplay of masculinity and femininity.

   They drifted across the room, drawn inexorably toward the bed.  Before
reaching it, William ducked down to capture a tit with his lips.

   Stacy swooned as he engulfed her soft treasure in his mouth.  As he
followed her fall onto the bed, his other hand cupped her labia and mons
possessively.  "Let me feed on all of you!" he urged before sealing his
lush lips on her other breast and lavishing it with his tongue.

   Stacy didn't answer.  She just ran her hands through his long black hair
and let the sensations take control.

   *****

   The distance from the Pollard kitchen to Felicity's assigned boudoir was
not far but the journey was very eventful for Jared.  The two women
practically carried him between them, each with a hand on his hardening
member and another groping some other part of his body.

   Gloria, whom he'd already been with that night, was so soft and lush and
enthusiastic.  Felicity, who he'd never actually met before, was a stunning
beauty of the matronly persuasion with something slightly hard about her.
The fact that her breasts were swollen tightly, still trussed like a roast
certainly added to that sense.

   Gloria seemed especially excited though, hopping up and down (causing
Jared's eyes to lock on her massive, free-flying tits) and pulling them
both along to the bed, one hand on Jared's firm meat, the other on
Felicity's bindings.  "Get in the doggie position.  I gotta see something."
Obediently, the lawyer crawled onto the bed, her movements slow like honey.
She gave a Jared a slow, knowing smile.

   "Come on," Gloria said as she urged Jared onto the bed behind the other
woman.  She joined them, kneeling beside the spot where their bodies would
connect.  "Oh god," she said.  "We're going to have so much fun."

   Jared's eyes darted from Gloria's heavy breasts to Felicity's perfect
ass and back again.  Gloria caressed the smooth, flawless flesh of her
friend's heart-shaped posterior.  He watched as she teased the ring of
flesh hugging the butt plug.  "So was I right, slut?  Did my hubby-boy
leave something from himself in your greedy ass?"

   The perfectly curved lawyer lowered her head and raised her ass.  Her
toes wiggled as she thought about it.  "Oh yes.  I can still feel his hot
load.  God, can that man fuck."

   Both women chuckled, sharing unspoken memories of William.  Elle's
turned to a low moan as her friend pulled on the buttplug.  Jared and
Gloria watched the lawyer's pucker bulge and spread.  Her moan rose as
Jared's eyes widened along with her anus.  It was a thick toy and her flesh
strained as the widest part finally slipped free.

   She was left gaping open, dripping with another man's cum.

   Gloria glanced at Lancaster.  "Honey, when you slide your gorgeous
mushroom into Billy's cream-pie, I want you to think about what he's
probably doing to your little wife right this moment."

   *****

   Stacy was going out of her mind.  The buzz of sexual energy she'd been
experiencing before was now a staggering roar of Niagric proportions.  She
was on her back, one leg still dangling off the edge of the bed.  Head
back, arms all over the place as she tried to stay inside her skin.

   All from what William McCoy was doing to her little chest.

   It had been just ten minutes but Stacy had never experienced that much
constant stimulation to her tits.  His mouth hadn't left them in all that
time.  He'd lick the underside of one and then gently pinch the nipple of
the other between his teeth.  He'd breathe across her entire chest, lush
lips barely touching her, soft as angel wings.  Then he'd capture one B-cup
entirely and suck on her hard, tongue rapidly flicking her distended tips.

   It went on and on.  Where his wonderful mouth wasn't, his broad,
calloused but often tender hands would be kneading, tickling and brushing.

   She'd lost the ability to speak.  She was cross-eyed with lust but
couldn't focus her need.  Little fuck-bunny Stacy, always eager to get a
dick stuck in her was far too into what Will was doing to her chest to give
any thought to her pussy.

   And indeed, the swarthy swinger had not laid a finger anywhere below her
navel.

   Yet.

   Being so swept away, Stacy wasn't even aware of her surroundings or what
he may be doing outside of turning her tits into pleasure novas.  So she
didn't notice when he shifted his body between her legs.  She didn't even
notice when he coaxed them a little wider.

   Stacy was hyperventilating.  She wanted to say something.  To beg the
man to...  what?  Stop?  No, never.  But she was losing her mind to such an
extent she couldn't put her needs into words or even coherent thoughts.

   All that ended when William forced his manhood into her soaking cunt. 
He pushed into her in one firm, irresistible move, at the same time sucking
her left tit entirely into his mouth and twisting her other nipple.

   Stacey screamed as she came.  An ear-piercing, inhuman sound that could
be pleasure or terror.  It went on and on, up and down the scales.  She
raked his back with her fingers and arched her hips against his,
instinctively seeking every thick inch she could get as her pussy gushed
and her tits burned like ice.

   William rode out her climax with a firm grip on all the relevant parts
of her anatomy and his cock pulsing against the spasms of her sheath.

   And when she went limp, he pulled out and looked at his handy-work.  He
stroked himself with pride as she panted, flat on her back, spent from a
single orgasm.

   *****

   Felicity's ass had taken Jared's cock with zero resistance but now felt
so tight around him.  He fucked her slowly, focusing on the pure pleasure
of the sensation.  The smooth swell of her cheeks under his hands swayed
and pressed at a similar pace.

   Gloria had a hand on his ass, feeling the play of his muscles as he made
love to her friend's tush.  Her other hand was teasing her own clit.  "Pull
out a sec," she whispered.  "I want to see it again.

   Jared withdrew slowly, savoring every second.  He felt the lawyer relax
her hold as he emerged and she let herself gaping open again.  "Ffffuck."
he sighed.  With Gloria, he stared at his tightly swollen cock and Elle's
yawning chute.

   Just then, from somewhere in the house came a wale.  Jared recognized it
immediately as his wife experiencing a nova-class orgasm.  His heart
tripped and blood surged through his body.  His cock jumped and,
impossibly, swelled to new proportions.

   With the shriek still reverberating, Jared's grip tightened and he
rammed himself back into the titty-bound swinger.  "Jesus fuck!  Take it,
whore!  Cum all over my fucking cock!"

   *****

   Helen's head was pounding and felt twice it's regular size.

   She dangled upside down, knocking back and forth between two tall male
bodies like a bell clapper.  Frank and George were holding her high between
them by her thighs and hips.

   Her husband's tireless and shameless tongue was deep in her welcoming
ass and the younger man had his entire face wedged between her petals.  His
chin jousted with her clit.

   Mixed juices had begun to trickle down her stomach and back as her holes
wept with joy.

   George's hard, upstanding cock kept bumping her brow.  She was too short
to reach it with her mouth.

   She was between orgasm when they heard the scream.  "I think that's
Stacey," Frank said into his wife's ass.

   "Ohhh, Billy's playing games with her," Helen sighed, the pressure in
her head making her voice sound a little nasal.  She spit on George's plumb
and jerked him firmly.  "Damn it, turn me over, I need this fucking cock
inside me!"

   With brief eye contact over the swinger's groin, the two tall men knew
exactly what they wanted to do with the crazy slut.

   They turned her in unison, swinging her head up between their own... 
and then continued to turn her.  "Hey!" she yelped as her head swung
between their navels again and continued upward.

   180.  360.  540.  720.

   "Very funny," Helen said, apparently not amused at all.

   Then men gave her a good ten spins before bringing her to a halt in her
requestion position.

   "Woah....  wow.  Assholes." She griped, both dizzy and light-headed. 
The extra blood drained from her head and her vision started to go a bit
grey.

   Still standing and with Frank lending support from her back, George
positioned the little sex addict and sank her down onto his rigid pole.

   "Oooohh...wow." Helen's head lolled and she just about passed out.  In
the back of her mind, she made a note to experiment with hanging upside
more often.  It appeared to offer a few possibilities.

   Mad surgeon planted firmly on his cock, George moved to a massage table
he'd noticed in one corner of the basement.  He lowered Helen's shoulders
and upper back onto the padded surface and held her legs very wide apart.

   The swinger's little tits were approximately the size of his own wife's
but there the similarity ended.  Beth's pale little swells were pert, with
tight little pointed nipples.

   Helen's yolk-sized breasts nevertheless had some looseness to them. 
They shook around and dangled like well-used hacky sacks.  Each time Geroge
impacted her groin, they jumped like googly eyes.  He was determined to
keep them jumping till the hot bitch begged him to stop.

   He had no idea who he was dealing with though.

   *****

   While Mrs.  Lancaster drifted through the afterglow of her most powerful
orgasm of the night, William found some massage oil.  His hard cock
twitched when he noticed her fingers toying with her pussy lips.  The girl
was definitely still horny.

   Good, so was Billy.  He was deliberately pacing himself and focusing on
her pleasure but it was taking some effort to resist the urge to just blow
a big load in her.

   He rolled her to the middle of the bed, onto her stomach.  "What are you
going to do to me now, stud?" she asked in a low voice, Her pale round ass
rocked invitingly.

   He knelt low, ass between his own feet.  He pulled her into his lap by
her hips.  Her legs spread easily and she could feel his thick cock slide
along her slit and bump her slightly hanging stomach.  "Oooh, god, you're
so hard."

   "And you're so wet," he responded.  He could feel her secretions
dripping around his rod.  "How convenient."

   With a firm hand at the small of her back.  He guided her forward far
enough to let his cock slip up into her.  Then he slowly pulled her back
until their groins connect and his balls we bunched up under her mound.

   Stacy shuddered.  "Fuck that's good." Billy closed his eyes and took
several slow breaths.  God, this babe was tight and hot.

   "Shhhh.  Don't talk.  Just concentrate on everything you feel."

   Embraced by her hot sex, William warmed some oil in his hands and began
to spread it across her back and ass.  His hands were firm, skillfully
manipulating her muscles.

   "Oh wow.  That's amazing.  I can't tell if I'm going to climax or fall
asleep."

   He pinched one cheek hard.  "Shh.  I said no talking."

   *****

   Jared pulled himself out of Elle's ass, trying to regain control. 
Hearing his wife's orgasmic scream from out of nowhere like that had
tripped all his circuits.  The only reason he hadn't dumped his load in
with William's was the number of times he'd already cum that night.

   Gloria was still right there next to them.  Cooing, she pushed the butt
plug back into her friend.  "Just like a bookmark.  You can come back to
her slut ass later.

   "Give me one second," the big woman said and she rolled off the bed and
jiggled out of the room.  Jared wiped perspiration out of his eyes and
panted.  Uncousouly, he learned on Felicity's upturned ass as he rested.

   The lawyer chuckled deeply.  "I hope I get a chance to play with your
little wife some time.  She sounds like a blast."

   Jared didn't have a response and in a blink, Gloria was back with a
basin and some towels.  She cleaned his cock with a warm washrag and even
wiped and dried the lawyer's ass and thighs.

   As soon as she set the wash things aside, her demeanor abruptly changed.
"Now, you two are fucking hot and I need to get that cock in me." She
shoved Jared over onto his back and spun gracefully, straddling him facing
his feet.

   His stiff cock was wedged along her crease but before she mounted him
properly, she hauled on Felicity's bindings and urged the other woman
between their legs.

   "Now you're both going to treat me real good, aren't you?" She hitched
her hips and pressed Jared into her hungry hole.

   Gloria felt so good around him.  Snug but much softer feeling than
Felicity's ass.  Jard snorted, "Oh, fuck yeah."

   The big broad grabbed her girlfriend's hair and pulled her face into
their joined sexes.  "I said both of you."

   Jared felt Elle lick his length as he withdrew.  He wrapped his arms
around Gloria and sank his fingers into her soft tits.

   Gloria started to climax as soon as the other woman began to tongue her
clit.

   *****

   Stacy felt like a puddle of pudding.  She had no sense of time but
William had been kneading her body like dough for approximately four point
two eternities.  She didn't have an active muscle or synapse in her entire
body.  In the time since he had begun the message (far too trivial a word
for what she was feeling, really) she had not orgasmed once.

   Which was doubly strange because she could still vividly feel his hot,
pulsing, coke-can of a cock wedged deep inside her.

   Why she wasn't bouncing off the walls with the need to cum would have
puzzled her if she were actually capable of having thoughts.  She normally
went directly from twenty seconds of foreplay or teasing to full bore
fucking.  She hated to be aroused but waiting.

   But under Billy's magic hands, her lust was just simmering in such a
delicious way she didn't care.  Much.

   *****

   George felt like he was running out of time.  He'd been brutally plowing
little Helen for better than twenty minutes (thank you youth and repeated
previous orgasms) and she was just taking it like a machine, shooting off
climax after climax every couple minutes.

   She was barely touching the message table now.  The tall blond had his
hands hooked into the back of her waist.  She, in turn, was now hunched up,
gripping his forearms.  Her crunching abdomen was increasing the unreal
pressure on his cock.

   Tendons in her arms, legs and neck stood out and at least four abbs were
clearly defined.

   He wasn't staring at her little tits anymore.  Their eyes were locked
now.  He hoped his gaze was intense and not as intimidated as he felt.

   Helen's eyes were hard steel.  And her mouth was a gutter full of filth.
"Jesus, fuck YES!  Beat that nasty pussy!  Harder, god damn it.  Treat me
like a used up whore!  Fuck me till my pathetic little tits fall off!"

   George was beginning to worry about how she would react when basic
biology forced him to stop.

   He hadn't noticed Frank's presence for a while but the crazy bitch's
husband came around the table and stood near her head.  "Son," he began,
gazing with feigned boredom at their performance, "You see, when her beast
starts getting wild like this, sometimes you need to be a little rough with
her."

   George could only think, ~this isn't rough already?~

   Frank's hand descended over his wife's body.  Geroge watched, Helen
still strident against him.

   Her husband wrapped his hand around her throat.  It seemed huge against
her girlish frame.

   Helen stared feverishly into his eyes grinning.  Her hand moved from
George's arms to grip her husband's.  Not to resist or fight him off; to
anchor herself.

   Frank glanced back up into the blond man's eyes.  "C'mon boy, don't stop
now.  Fuck the bitch."

   "Oh fuck yeah.  Fuck me 'till my eyes burst!"

   Long afterward, when Geroge would think back on the minutes that
followed, he would be amazed by his reaction.  He was not freaked out by
the Pollards' behavior at all.  Not in the moment.  In that moment, all he
wanted to do was pound his cock right through the crazy cunt.

   As her face got redder and tears ran down her eyes, she drummed her
heels on Geroge's shoulders.  Frank pinned her firmly to the padded table
and George punched his weapon into her over and over as hard as he could.

   When she started to climax yet again, Frank clenched her tight.  She
struggled despite herself, unable to breathe for twenty or thirty seconds;
an eternity in her excited state.

   Helen fought against the darkness.  Not because she feared it but
because the struggle made it more intense.  She went limp very gradually in
stages, fighting till the end.

   Frank gauged her carefully.  He knew enough that he was merely
restricting her air, not blocking it completely.  And certainly not
affecting blood flow.  The moment the last fight went out of her, he
released his hold.

   Instinctively, Geroge withdrew as well, even though he was on the edge
of his own orgasm.

   Helen coughed and took a few shuddering breaths but she was out cold.

   Frank pulled his wife onto the table and turned her to lay on it
properly.  He ran a hand down his face.  "Well, thank god for that.  This
should give us fifteen or twenty minutes before she's demanding to be
fucked again."

   Geroge was in a puffing, sweaty daze, his cock angry it hadn't gotten to
finish.  But obviously, he was going to need to pace himself.  "Holy crap."

   *****

   Felicity tongued and sucked on Jared's balls and palmed Gloria's clit
and mound.

   "Oh god!" he groaned, hips surging against the lushness riding him.  He
hooked a leg around one of hers and wrapped his arms around her, wallowing
in her curves.

   Gloria bucked and hissed.  "Cumming again," she grated, barely able to
speak.

   Her tight, convulsing slickness sent Jared over the edge.  "Oh shit.  Me
too!" he cried.

   "No." the lawyer objected.  "I need to see it!" She held his leg firm
and shoved her friend up his body.  His cock popped free, throwing a sweep
of Gloria's girl-cum all over her face.

   Laughing with joy and lust, Elle wrapped both hands around Jared's
jerking cock.  It was hot and dripping and throbbing in her hand.  The
enormous plum at the top looked absolutely huge.  Felicity's eyes got
bigger and bigger, watching it pulse.

   Gloria craned her head to see.  In her friend's skilled hands, Jared
erupted.

   Both women were laughing and yelling encouragement as his load glazed
Glo's beaver and belly.  Before he was even done, Felicity smeared her face
into Gloria's gaping pussy, drinking down the heady mix of elixirs.

   When Gloria got too squirmy and sensitive, she rolled off Jared.  Elle
suckled on Jared's subsiding member for a time before also rolling to the
side and sighing.  "Ok girlfriend.  What do we do next?"

   Gloria chuckled.  "Well, I know Jare will be ready again in just a
couple minutes.  If we give him proper motivation."

   Elle gave them a look.  "Really?"

   Jared shrugged.  "I mean yeah.  Let me catch my breath and all but hell
yeah, you bitches are too hot to not fuck around with."

   Elle still looked dubious.  Gloria got off the bed saying, "Okay sweat
cheeks, why don't you take him to the shower for a bit.  I have an idea I
want to set up."

   Jared followed the lawyer's perfect ass down the hall to the bathroom,
his cock swaying, already beginning to lift a little.

   *****

   William knew if he spent ten more second's in Stacy's greedy hole, he'd
cum.  And he didn't want to do that yet.  He slid out from under her hips
and turned her onto her back.

   Her firm young breasts remained tall and her pink areola were puffed up
like souffles.  He nearly came just from the sight but he held on.

   The heavy heat in her eyes didn't help either.  They were focused on his
straining cock.  "I just came twenty times on that fucking beauty and
you're still hard.  I must be dreaming."

   She reached for his cock.  Frankly, William was shocked she could move.
He hastily diverted her hand.  He needed to maintain control; not just of
his own body but the situation.  He cupped the back of her hand and laced
fingers with her.  He guided her down to her own dripping labia and
caressed her creases with her.  She moaned and twisted and pressed her hand
to herself.  "God, why is my pussy empty?" she whined.  William didn't
think the girlish sound was a put on this time.

   How the fuck could she still be in desperate need after climaxing so
many times?

   While the pale young woman was distracted by her own hand on her cunt,
William spread oil across her tits and stomach.  She arched her back as his
hands worked their magic.

   Christ, those little tits were just so amazing.  He needed them in his
mouth again.  But this time as he began to devour her chest, his free hand
delved under hers and into her demanding cunt.  He filled her up with three
fingers and found her G-spot immediately.

   She started cumming again, pulling on his hair while he sucked hard on
her puffy nipple.  For the moment he was able to maintain control and let
his cock cool down.  Not that it was going to cool down much as long as he
was in any kind of contact with the lively young ball of sex.

   *****

   "She's coming to.  Go ahead and start.  Right, just use your whole
hand."

   Helen's eyes flew open.  She was processing the words she had heard even
as her cunt was being spread by the familiar feeling of someone's hand. 
"OH Christ, what a way to wake up," she moaned.

   She took stock.  She was mostly in Frank's lap.  He was sitting on the
couch.  But it wasn't Frank's hand inside her.  Her stretched-out labia
were already hugging the wrist and she felt the hand make a fist inside
her. "Ohhh," she said.

   She knew it wasn't Frank's fist because her husband's enormous hands
took a lot more effort to fit into her pink maw.  Which isn't to say they
hadn't done it dozens of times; it just wasn't something he would try to
spring on her.

   She saw George crouched next to the couch.  He was mesmerized by the
sight and feel of his entire hand entering her body.

   "Yeah, she's awake.  Let her down onto the floor.  She needs to work on
my cock." Her husband helped ease her off his lap, Geroge's hand still
inside her as she took a kneeling position between Frank's legs.

   She saw that his pussy pleaser was showing signs of life.  She licked
her lips and ran her fingers along her neck, her last memory being choked
and fucked unconscious.

   It made her so fucking horny.

   She bent low and grabbed George's forearm where it grew out of her cunt.
She met the younger man's eyes and held them.  She pulled herself down hard
onto his fist.  "Now things are getting interesting.  When I cum and you
think it's going to crush your hand, DON'T FUCKING PULL OUT.  I want to
cream and cramp all over your fist."

   She chuckled appreciatively when he heaved his arm into her hard in
response.  Then, on cue, at the moment she expected, her husband grabbed
her by the hair pushed his waking sausage into her mouth.  "While you're
getting my big cock hard again, baby, be thinking about if you want us in
both holes or maybe we should cram both out dicks into that sloppy cunt of
yours."

   She buried her nose against her man and worked him with her tongue,
willing hardness back into the biggest cock in the house.

   She didn't have to think about it.  She wanted both men to wedge her
cunt open even wider.  She started trying to decide if she wanted a
vibrator in her ass while they did or just a big fat toy.  Either way, she
knew she was going to need a good triple penetration that night to tame her
lust.

   *****

   The lawyer slapped his hard cock away.  "No, I said," she repeated as
she turned off the shower.  Truth be told, she was deeply turned on and
impressed by his rapid recovery and enticing hands.  But, Glo would kill
her if she monopolized too much of his...  attention.

   He had unwrapped her rope bindings like a present and gotten very
familiar with every part of her body.  Jared couldn't get over Felicity's
perfect curves.  It was like an hourglass that lasted all day long.  Jared
laughed at his own unspoken joke.

   "What?" she asked as she wrung water from her thick hair.

   Jared reached for a towel and smiled impishly as he wrapped them
together in it.  "Nothing, just thinking about how sexy you are." Holding
her close, cock hard against her stomach and soft tit flesh against his
chest, he smiled.  She bumped against the wall as he tilted his head and
slipped his tongue between her lips.

   She sucked on it, holding his head close with one hand.  Ten seconds
later, her other hand gave his nuts a brief, not so gentle squeeze.  His
hips jerked back and his tongue retracted.  "Come on, stud.  Don't you want
to see what Glo's got in mind?"

   She stepped out of the shower.  Neither of them were exactly dry but
Felicity didn't think it would matter much.  One way or the other, they
were going to get dirty again.  Jared followed her lively, plug-stuffed ass
back down the hall.

   When they got back to the room, Felicity laughed and Jared's eyebrows
raised.  Gloria had fitted a plastic sheet to the bed and there were two
gallon jugs of baby oil in her hands.  "Come on, Jared, you know you want
to oil up our T's and A's."

   *****

   "God damn it, give me that cock," Stacy shouted.  William had been
driving her wild through rapid-fire orgasms with his mouth and hands but
every time she went for his cock, he dodged her.

   This time, she wasn't letting him get away.  She shoved into his evasive
roll and her swarthy tormenter slid off the bed.  She followed him like the
Lone Ranger dropping from a balcony onto Silver.

   "Whoa there, partner," William grunted.  Before he had a clear idea what
was happening, Stacy's blistering pussy had he cock in its clutches.

   She ran her fingers through his chest hair and pinched a hank.  "The rug
burns we're about to get are your damn fault," she sputtered through
gritted teeth.  "Oah...  fuck yeah." She rocked on him like a hobby horse.

   Instinctively, he took hold of her and braced his legs.  One hand at her
hip, the other her shoulder against her neck.  He caught onto her rhythm
quickly.  "You like that fat cock little girl?" He gave an extra shove with
his hips and she bit her lips.

   "I fucking love your big hard cock.  You got me so hot, I'm going to
ride you till next week." She started rubbing her clit, eager to cum. 
"Yes! I'm so fucking horny and wet."

   "You're fucking hot and tight too.  Cum all over my cock slut.  Cum
now!" He slapped her tit.  She dug her fingers into his chest and her own
mound, twisted her hips and moaned coarsely.

   "Oh hell yeah.  I'm juicing all over you stud."

   William kept up the rhythm, knowing she was hot and ready to ride her
climax and keep right on fucking until she came again and again and again.

   At least for as long as he hed out.

   *****

   It was the stuff wet dreams are made of.  A lush, sexy, over-endowed,
shameless hedonist beneath him, covered in oil.  Her giant breasts were
splayed soft and wide against him, embracing him as warmly as her arms.

   Amazing in its own right.  But he had a second goddess on his back,
painting his body with the dangling tips of her smaller but still generous
melons.

   Jared kissed Gloria long and softly, their tongues only teasing one
another.

   Felicity pressed down on him.  She centered her mons on his tailbone and
her tits bunched up slick and warm near his shoulders.

   The lawyer leaned her head next to his, watching the two of them make
out.  Her breath steamed his ear.  It made him squirm as a thrill of
goosebumps leaped across his body.

   She ran her tongue through his ear and nibbled his lobe.  Gloria beneath
him sucked on his tongue hard and squeezed his ass.

   Felicity oozed over and around him.  She wedged herself between the
slippery pair and frenched the union of their lips.  She eeled her hand
between their bodies and squeezed his balls gently.  "Come on, stud.  Let
me feel all of this big bitch.  I need to feel those big tits against mine.
And you need to get that hard cock of your in one of our holes."

   She nudged and wiggled her way between them, forcing their lips to part.
Gloria laughed.

   Jared allowed Elle between them, taking pleasure in the way her perfect
curves slid against him.

   In moments, he had smoothly transitioned to a relaxed kneeling position
between the women's legs.  Chuckling deeply, he sank his fingers into
Elle's gleaming butt cheeks.  The butt plug was still logged in there.  He
left it for the moment.

   Under the lawyer's body, Gloria's wide, inviting beaver was begging for
attention as well.

   It seemed sacrilegious to lay out a buffet on an altar like this but
that's what Jared was faced with.  Stacked delicacies of womanhood waiting
for him to worship them.

   He started out tasting Glo's pink folds while giving Elle three fingers
up her dripping snatch.  He fully intended to use every hole available but
he felt that this experience was worth drawing out.

   *****

   Helen's neck was visibly bulging right in front of Tomlinson's eyes. 
The blond pretty-boy had been very impressed when he saw how massive
Frank's weapon was at full staff.

   He'd been utterly shocked when Helen smoothly swallowed the entire
thing. She took her husband down to the balls over and over again, using
her face to fuck him.

   And she still had George's fist deep in her cunt.  She was flowing
continuously and it was dripping off his elbow.

   Clenching his fist hard, George twisted it slowly back and forth.  Helen
growled around the log in her throat and pushed back against his invading
hand.  At the same time, she went deep again on her husband.  Taking him so
deeply she was sucking on his scrotum.

   The men could tell she was about to climax again.  Both of them held her
firm.  She snorted around Frank's cock and beat the couch with her fists.

   Her orgasm just about broke the blond's hand.  She screamed horsly and
beat her feet against the floor and wrung every second out of the explosion
she could.

   She yanked her face off Frank.  She gasped once and was breathing hard
but truthfully, George was surprised she didn't look more worn out.

   The little slut freak raised a leg and turned, pivoting on George's
fist. "Oh god, that fills me up good" she said.  Now facing the younger
man, she looked into his eyes as she forced herself down onto him hard.

   The way she was stretched around his forearm made her clit rise
prominently, almost an inch long.  She rubbed it briskly and hissed. 
Geroge realized she was still cumming.

   When she was finally done, she somehow still had enough energy to pull
herself off his arm and onto the couch.

   But then she eased herself back into her husband's lap.  Without pause,
with her back against Frank, she pointed his monster at her hugely gaping
pussy and swallowed him even easier than she had with her mouth.

   "Okay, pretty boy.  Get me the black toy out of the foot lock over
there." She said, letting her eyes close and breathing deeply.  He obeyed
wordlessly.  "The black one.  If you're going to make me stop acting like a
fucking bitch daemon, you're going to have to wreck me good."

   Geroge found the big rubber toy in question.  Unbelievably, the thing
was even bigger than Frank.

   She opened her eyes as he returned.  Reluctantly, she rose off her
husband.  Geroge just stared at the void her pussy had become.  "Stick it
in my ass," she said.  He blinked and looked at her.  "Do it, stud.  Shove
that fat rubber dick all the way up my ass."

   He did as he was told.  She didn't even change expressed as the
bat-sized, foot-long shaft disappeared into her rectum.  "That's the way.
Good boy."

   Then she adjusted her hips and slid Frank back into her pussy.  She
leaned back and took several long breaths.  "Oh yeah, that's almost enough
cock." Then she looked him in the eye again.  "So what you're going to do
now is is fuck my cunt with that pretty dick of yours."

   She braced her hands on his shoulders as he crouched between their legs.
Her legs were raised high, feet pointed and toes curled as Geroge pressed
the head of his cock against Frank's shaft.

   He'd ceased being shocked by things and wasn't terribly surprised when
he really did sink into Helen.  Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her
eyes were wide.  "Christ.  That's too much.  So it's perfect." She squeezed
her nipple.  Geroge felt the other man's cock slide around with his as she
rotated her hips.  "Ooohhh." she sighed.

   She closed her eyes and held onto her legs behind the knees.  "Come on
stud, fuck me up."

   Tomlinson did his best to comply.

   *****

   Billy was going to cum.  There was simply no stopping it now.  But he'd
be damned if he took it lying down.

   He levered himself into something close to a sitting position with one
arm and grabbed Stacy under her jaw with the other.  "On the bed, juicy
slice," he gritted.  Her forced her off, slipping out of her clutching
hole.

   "You're going to cum, aren't you stud?  You're finally going to blast."
Stracy crawled up the bed backward, the man half lifting her by her head.

   He followed her closely, heaving to his feet with a burst of lust-fueled
adrenaline.

   Stacy let her legs fall wide.  She caught a glance of the swinger's fat,
angry salami and shuddered even before it made contact with her.  "Oh god,
fill me up and use me like an animal."

   McCoy swept her leg up in his arms and lifted her ass just where he
wanted it.  He was back inside her waiting cunt in the blink of an eye.

   He bent her back, calves against his shoulder and took hold of her firm
cupcakes.  His lush lips and long, sweat-soaked hair hade him look like a
lusty pirate.  Stacy crossed her feet behind his neck and braced against
his arms.

   "I wish my wife was here." He sighed.

   Stacy almost didn't believe what she heard.  There were several long
moments of silence as he held himself deep inside her.  William finally
continued.  "She'd love sucking out the big, hot load I'm about to dump in
your gorgeous little pussy."

   *****

   Jared was taking it slow, letting his cock take long, deep trips into
each of the ladies in turn.  Right that second, Felicity was up on her
arms, letting her pendulous fruit dangle in her friend's face.  Glo suckled
on the swollen nipples.  Gently for the most part.  For the moment.

   The girl's hands were all over and inside their pussy's.  Any time he
wasn't filling one, anywhere from two to eight fingers were sure to be
keeping it occupied.

   During it all, the plug in the lawyer's perfect ass was beckoning him.

   He pulled free and stepped off the bed.  Dripping fingers scurried to
take his place while he bent under the bed.  As he expected, there was a
large, flat plastic bin stored there.  Chuckling evilly, he slid it out and
lifted the lid.

   Pretty much every sex toy known to man or woman was nestled inside.  He
had to shake his head.  He had no doubt there were well over a hundred
dildos, butt plugs and vibrators in this house.  The Pollards had
disposable income and liked to be good hosts.

   He selected a very long double-dong.  It was hot pink, of average girth
and very veiny.  It was also very flexible, bending into a complete 180
just from its own weight.  It was over two feet long.

   He returned to his battle station between their legs.  A brief poke with
the toy urged their hands out of the way.

   "Should we see which of you is deeper?" he asked.  He kind of regretted
it immediately.  Who knew who might be jealous or self conscious about
what?

   Fortunately, Glo just laughed.  "No point in that.  Ms.  Greedy Cunt
here can take almost as much as Helen." Her voice shifted t a lofty tone.
"Whereas I have a much more sensibly sized little lotus flower."

   Jared didn't see any reason to not find out how much Felicity could
take. He fed the pink silicone into the lawyer's more deeply hued pit.

   The first foot disappeared without any resistance at all.  Elle's toes
curled.  "Give it a couple turns as you go.  I want to feel it touch every
nook." Gloria was really wishing she could see what was happening.  She
rubbed her pussy, trying to be patient.

   Turning the toy this way and that, he increased pressure and more of the
toy vanished.  It was impossible to know how much of its length was being
kinked this was and that but nevertheless, the disappearing trick was
exciting to watch.

   It was exciting to feel as well.  "Ooah yeah, just like that.  With a
toy like that, you can get it to kink up like a sidewinder inside me.  So
awesome.  Keep going."

   Way past fourteen inches now, Jared did as he was told.  She was holding
onto the sheets in her fists now, ass held high, pushing back against him,
demanding more.

   Eventually, Jared had his hand around the last three or four inches of
the toy and could not believe it when his hand actually impacted her wide
labia.  That was also when she said in a strained voice, "I think that's
about all I should take today." Jared did not miss the implication that she
could take more if she put her mind to it.

   "So how deep is it?" Gloria asked, brushed her friend's hair as she
looked up into her wide eyes.

   "Christ.  Must be twenty inches."

   Gloria made a noncommittal noise.  "Well, I know from personal
experience wonder-cunt here can cram more but never mind.  You need to make
her cum now."

   "My pleasure," Jared said.  "Any preference in how."

   Gloria laughed again.  "Keep every inch in her and twist it around for
about twenty seconds.  She's ready to burst.

   Jared planted one hand on a perfect ass cheek and settled his grip on
the toy.  Then he proceeded to ream her hole out aggressively.

   It actually took only about twelve seconds.

   *****

   "Damn it, you don't have enough leverage," complained Helen.  She was
still packed full with both men in her boiling cunt and a fat toy in her
ass.  And she'd already cum that way a couple times.  But Helen was a bit
of a perfectionist.

   For the last couple minutes, George had been concentrating very hard on
not cumming himself.  He was mostly relieved when Helen pushed him away and
he squelched out of her body.  "Get me up," she said to her husband who
propped her forward.

   Frank's ten-inch monster popped free and thudded to his stomach.

   George was panting and a little unsteady on his feet.  Helen was
breathing deeply and glistening but looked like she could just keep fucking
all week.

   She had just enough presence of mind to stall for a minute or two to let
the men's boiling testicles simmer down slightly.  But soon enough, she
pushed George towards the bed incongruously sitting at the edge of the
basement rec-room.  "Lay on your back with your butt at the edge and legs
off the side," she instructed.

   The tall blond was glad to get off is feet.  Helen got on top of him
immediately.  She pointed his dick at her opening and knelt down, absorbing
it back into her sheath.

   She gave him a smirk and for a moment she gripped him with her
well-trained muscles.  Geroge twitched and grunted.  How could something
that could fit so much cock inside it still get tight as an angry gorilla's
fist?  He could feel the mass of the toy in her ass press against his
shaft.

   "I hope you're not weird about other guys." She said.

   Geroge just laughed.  "What do you mean?  My dick's already been playing
tag with his for a while."

   "Well, right now Frank is going to lift up your legs just like he going
to fuck you.  But I promise he's not into that.  He's doing it so he can
fuck ME."

   Geroge could see his compatriot now standing behind the crazy little
slut.  He felt him take hold of the dildo still in her ass and give it
several firm strokes.  Helen sighed.  "Ohhh, that's good."

   He shoved it fully back into her physics-defying ass and then lifted
Geroge's legs into the crooks of his arms.  Helen was right, it was just
like he was spreading the younger man open, getting ready to fuck.

   But when he pressed his hips forward, it was his little wife's
already-occupied slot that he homed in on.  He slid along Geroge's own
shaft and almost effortlessly back balls-deep into his wife.

   "FFFfffuck yeah!" Helen shouted.  "Now we're going to get it into high
gear!"

   Using George's legs as leverage, Frank began to fuck his wife hard. 
Steadily pounding with a force Geroge couldn't believe.  It looked like
Helen's eyes were going to bounce right out of their sockets from the
impacts.

   Most amazing of all was the way the insane little surgeon started to
climax and didn't stop for fifteen minutes.

   *****

   William had excellent leverage standing beside the bed with his hands
hooked in the angle between her hip and leg.  And he was putting it to
excellent use.

   In the lexicon of intercourse, Billy McCoy was 'banging' Stacy
Lancaster.

   "You gonna cum for me now, baby?" she asked in the two seconds between
impacts.

   #Thwap#

   She was rubbing her little clit with one hand and plucking at an
engorged nipple with the other.  "You got a lot in your balls for me?"

   #Thwap#

   The pace was steady.  Almost slow.  But each bang was delivered with
lust-fueled power.  It reminded Stacy of a lumberjack swinging a big ax.

   #Thwap#

   "Oh god.  If you hurry, you can cum with me this time." #Thwap#. 
"You're amazing.  It feels so good."

   #Thwap#

   "You really want it, don't you, you horny cunt?" William panted.

   "All of it.  Fill me with your hot jizz.  Make me cum."

   #Thwap#.  Stacy moaned and arched her back.  #Thwap#.  She bit her lips
and brought both hands to her firm little tits.  She pinched them behind
her puffy nipples, making them stand out like turkey thermometers.  Proof
of how hot he was making her.

   Ten powerful lunges later, Stacy's face was screwed up and her legs were
waving uncontrollably.  "Oh god, I'm there.  I'm going to cum again.  Fill
me up!  Oh god, I need to feel it all inside me."

   Billy quickly switched from swinging ax to jackhammer.  "Then take it!
Take it all you gorgeous fuck machine!"

   He jammed in her hard, sputtered and trembled and emptied his pent-up
lust into the pale young woman.

   Stacy came with him, her pussy cramping around the thick, pulsing,
shooting intruder.  She felt the hot flood of each blast.  She lost count
at three...  her mind wasn't exactly running correctly as she climaxed.

   She was still fairly high on the cum-wave when William pulled out of
her. He hadn't begun to go soft yet.  In fact, a drop of two of sperm was
still dribbling from the slit of his tightly swollen helmet.

   He pulled her half off the bed and bent low to plant his shoulder
against her midriff.  "What?" she asked confusedly.  He pulled her up by
one of her arms and surged to his feet.

   Stacy found herself in a fireman's carry, her head dangling halfway down
his back.  She started laughing, really having no idea what he had in mind.

   McCoy cinched her legs together tightly and walked out the bedroom door.
Down one hall, through the living room and kitchen area and down the other
hall to the other bedrooms.

   The first room he checked was empty.  And he knew Beth was sleeping it
off in the animal room.  That left just one more door.

   *****

   "Oh god, I'm losing my mind," Felicity exclaimed.  She tossed her head.
Normally, this produced a lovely cascade of think hair.  But her tresses
were dark and heavy, glistening with oil.

   The oil was everywhere.  She leaned back into Jared's embrace, his hands
oozing all over her slick breasts.  Beneath her, Gloria was focusing on her
own nipples, twisting and pulling on them while her hips worked beneath her
lovers.

   "You're such a greedy fucking slut, Elle," said Mrs, McCoy.  "You always
find a way to get both your holes filled."

   Elle just smiled and ran her fingers through her matted bush.  brushing
her throbbing clit.  "Nothing feels better getting stretched around a
couple hard things." It was true.  She could feel Jared's fleshy club in
her ass, pressing down on the rubber tool shoved deep into her pussy.

   The other end of the double dong was still equally deep in Glo's slot.
The women undulated against one another, luxuriating in their hot, slick
bodies, the penetration and the lust-maddened gaze of their male partner.

   The lawyer sighed.  "It just can't get any better than this."

   You just know that the universe is going to take that as a cue.

   The door opened and William McCoy strode into the room.  The trio on the
bed all turned and were greeted by Stacy's pale, heart-shaped ass on
display over Billy's shoulder.  They were all silent for several seconds
before the swinger blustered.  "I've got a delivery for my nasty wife." He
gave the Lancaster girl's ass a meaty slap.  "I see her face isn't busy at
the moment.  Perfect."

   "What's happening?" Stacy asked through her giggles.

   Gloria squealed at the same time.  "Oooh, Billy boy brought me something
yummy!"

   The two older women worked smoothly together to guide Stacy onto the bed
and on top of Gloria's face.  "Oh god, you're already dripping out of her,
baby.  You filled her good, didn't you?" the McCoy dame exclaimed, followed
by an audible slurp.

   Stacy jumped.  "Oh shit!  She's licking it up!" She stared down at the
older woman's chin.  She saw it working and her throat swallow and giggled
uncontrollably.  "Fuck, that's so hot."

   Felicity's eyes were locked on Stacy's engorged tits.  At the same time,
she felt Jare'd cock pulse even larger in her ass.  He was very turned on
by seeing his wife this way.  "You're fuckn' right, that's hot," the lawyer
said.  She braced a hand under the girl's arm and dipped her head down to
her puffy nipples.

   Stacy shuddered wordlessly as two skilled mouths worked her erogenous
zones.  Her husband held onto Elle's hips tightly, cock on the verge of
exploding.

   William gave his spent cock a shake.  "Hey, Elle, wanna taste the sweet
slut off my cock?" As he asked, he stepped all the way up onto the bed.  He
insinuated himself between Felicity and Stacy, standing with his cock
dangling in front of the older woman's face.

   She grinned.  "Don't mind if I do." She let his half-hard but
nevertheless thick cock fall into her mouth and stripped it of the
erstwhile duo's nectar.

   Stacy came watching the swinger feed on the cock.  She rubbed her tits
and humped Gloria's face.  The woman found her little clit and sucked it
hard, sending her climax into orbit.

   Jerkingly, Jared began to slam into the lawyer's ass again.  He was
seconds from cumming.  "Oh!  Pull out." Felicity said, spitting Billy out
for a moment.  "Cum all over us baby!"

   As Stacy grabbed William's hips and rested her forehead on his fuzzy
ass, weakened by her own climax, she listened to the familiar grunt of her
husband's release.

   I minute later, everyone was collapsed in an oily heap on top of the
bed. William had fallen into his wife's arms.  He was idly licking the
sheen that Stacy's used-up pussy had left behind between gentle kisses.

   Felicity claimed Stacy, seeming to encircle the younger woman.  Each was
fascinated by the other's body.  The lawyer's perfect, mature curves and
Lancaster's lively, perky porcelain perfection.

   Jared had climbed across them all to the headboard and was propped
against it, watching them all with an idiotic grin on his face and a
finally-soft soldier resting between his legs.

   Many minutes went by with nothing but soft breathing and murmurs.  It
was William that broke the spell.  "Jared, my friend, fortune has shined on
us indeed.  These three ladies have to be the sexiest hunks of perfect
flesh in the entire country."

   "Yep.  I don't see how even heaven could ever live up to this."

   William slid off the bed to his feet and offered his hand to his wife.
She took it and rose beside him.  The other three couldn't help but smile
seeing the couple.  William's hand rested on Gloria's hip naturally and
they kissed briefly.  She leaned into the smooch a bit more than necessary
and let her heavy tits bunch and rub against his chest.

   The swarthy swinger looked at the others.  "I know for a fact that the
shower in the master bath is plenty big enough for us all.  Actually, we
had eight in there once" he paused, his eyes distant for a moment as he
brushed his wife's nipple with the back of his hand.  She giggled, also
remembering.

   He shook the vision out of his head.  "Anyway, let's all get wet and
steamy!  Also, maybe take a shower."

   Everyone was in a good enough mood that the lame joke elicited far more
laughter than it deserved.  It also took them rather longer to cross the
house to the master suite than necessary.  There was a monumental amount of
grab-ass involved.

   *****

   Geroge felt helpless as his balls burst and emptied into the maelstrom
of Helen's cunt.

   Every time Frank slammed into his wife, incidentally also jabbing the
thick dildo in her ass, she was, first of all, momentarily filled with a
rather shocking volume of cock.  Two flesh and blood members in her
accommodating cunt and a massive toy packed in her rectum.

   This, in turn, propelled her forward, riding up the blond's tool a few
inches.  Frank quickly withdrew as well, leaving Helen's delirious pussy
almost empty.

   Invariable, the mad surgeon would shove herself back down onto George's
root, priming the cycle to receive her husband's next thrust.

   When the younger man cried out and released, flooding her chamber and
covering the other man's tool with his seed...  the couple didn't miss a
beat.  Well, yes, it did trigger another orgasm in the skinny little
mad-woman but those were already arriving at a rapid pace.

   George felt like we was truly being fucked by the couple and it
continued on for several minutes until his deflating dick wiggled out of
her hole.

   Frank flipped his wife off of the younger man and onto her back while
remaining deep inside her.  He stayed on his feet at the foot of the bed
and pulled her hips tight against his, the base of the toy making rough
contact with his balls.

   "Watch closely," Frank huffed.  "You need to understand just what kind
of freak my little bitch is."

   He pulled one leg up high, held her ankle in one hand and wrapping his
other arm around it.  Just one shoulder and her head remained in contact
with the bed.

   George watched in a daze while the little slut screamed at her husband,
"Don't fucking stop, damn it.  Harder, god damn it." She was being jerked
around like a chew toy.  George didn't see how the big man could possibly
fuck her any harder.  He couldn't believe her pussy and ass were taking the
beating they were getting as it was.

   Frank was panting, slowing down.  "God damn it.  Hey, get the handcuffs
out of the drawer there," he said, nodding at the other man.

   While Tomlinson found the metal handcuffs in the side table, Frank let
his wife drop to her hands and knees on the bed.  His massive cock popped
free and he grabbed the toy sticking out of her ass.  He brutally jabbed
her innards with it a dozen times before leaving it buried and shoving his
own club back into her sloppy cunt.

   His hands almost encircled her little waist as he resumed the assault,
treating her like a second-hand inflatable doll.

   Frank took the cuffs and tossed them to the head of the bed.  Then he
sped up his assault, hammering into his wife in a blur.  Helen screamed and
slapped her clit, cumming hard.  Frank followed her into climax, pumping
his load deep inside her body.

   Snorting, holding her tight against his hips, he shoved her up the bed.
She didn't know where she was, her entire consciousness overwhelmed by the
fire flooding her sex.  He wrestled her further up the bed.

   He covered her body with his and pulled one of her arms up to the
headboard.  He grabbed the handcuffs, slapped one side around her wrist and
the other onto the sturdy headboard.

   George noticed that the support bar the cuff had been attached to was
scratched up and slightly bent.  It had been used before.

   Frank pulled out of his wife and yanked the dildo out of her ass and
rolled away.  He stumbled to the couch and fell into it.  He waved at the
younger man, "Don't get close.  The fucking bitch is out of control."

   "Fucker!" she screamed, realizing her predicament.  She jerked at the
handcuffs.  Frank had applied them correctly, plenty tight enough to hold
her.  And these weren't toys.  They were actually police issue.  Helen had
lifted them herself from a couple of cops she knew from the hospital that
she'd "entertained" several years ago.

   "Cool your tits, babe.  We're done."

   "I'm not fucking done.  Get over here and fuck me!"

   Frank didn't answer her.  There was no talking to her in this state.

   "Hey, pretty boy.  I'm sure you've got another hard on in you." She
spread her gaping hole open with her free hand.  "Come on, you can fist me
while I suck you 'till you're hard."

   "Don't," Frank ordered.  "She needs to just cool off."

   "I bet Jare would do it for me." She took a deep breath.  "JARED!" she
yelled at the top of her lungs.  "Billy!  Help, my pussy is empty!"

   Frank groaned and forced himself to his feet.  Gesturing to George, he
headed up the stairs.  "Come on, it's after three.  Let's just go get some
sleep."

   *****

   They spent nearly an hour in the shower that night.  Turns out that the
Pollards had invested in dual water heaters for just such occasions.  It's
also why no one heard Helen shouting for more cock.

   But really, not a lot happened in that hour, and it was wonderful.  The
men luxuriously shampooed the hair of each woman in turn.  It was actually
the only moment of jealousy Stacy experienced all night.  The older women's
long, thick hair gave the guys a lot to play with and needed a lot of time
to do properly.  Her own pixy cut was anticlimactic.

   The women then totally soaped down the men in turn.  They got the hair
on their heads but they also paid lavish attention to all the other bits
that were most interesting.

   Gloria took Stacy under the focus of one of the shower heads gently
massaged her temples, neck and shoulders while the hot needle spray drummed
on her sensitive chest.  The young woman completely zoned out and later
found herself sitting on the splashing tiles, supported by Glo and not
remembering when she had sat down.

   While that was going on, Jared, Felicity and William made out under the
other spray.  They became completely tangled in her hair and pressed her
against the wall, sucking her tongue and tits.

   None of them let things get too far though.  It was slow and gentle,
mostly wrapping up the experience.  The finale of sorts was when the two
married couples met in the middle of the shower, the women back to back and
each man embracing his spouse.

   Felicity was far from left out.  She found being the fifth wheel quite
rewarding as she had free reign to tease and caress all their bodies.  She
was most taken when she embraced both the other women and directly
experienced the contrasts of their bodies.  She already knew Gloria's
abundant lushness as well as she knew her own body.  Stacy seemed delicate
by contrast though the girl was certainly not frail.  Even through the
cascading water, the lawyer could feel the Lancasters woman's engorged
nipples throb with heat.

   They went through a dozen towels drying off, an activity that threatened
to go on as long as the shower itself.  It might have but Frank stuck his
head into the room.  "I heard the shower finally turn off.  Glo, can you do
me a flavor?"

   "Strawberry or lime?" she asked.

   "Kumquat, I think." He placed a small key in her hand.  "Could you go
downstairs and unlock the hellbeast?  Make sure she's properly calmed down
first, though."

   Gloria groaned and made a face, "Damn it.  She was supposed to behave
herself tonight." She started wrapping her hair in a towel.

   Frank made a waggle motion with his hand, "I probably could have talked
her down a different way but I still don't know what went on with Trey.  I
thought it better to nip things in the bud."

   He gave another wave as he left the room.  William said, "Well, that bed
over there's calling my name.  I'd love for anyone interested in actually
sleeping for a bit to join me.  Anyone that still needs to get their rocks
off can find another bed." His wife slapped his ass as he strolled naked
into the master bedroom.  The rest of the group barely had to exchange
glances to know they were all ready for some downtime.  While the four of
them were finding places under the covers and in friendly embraces, Gloria
sighed and left the room to beard the wildcat in her lair.

   *****

   Bethany Tomlinson came to some time around 5am.  At first, she couldn't
remember much.  She didn't really know where she was.

   There were to other people in the bed with her.  Why would that be?

   Suddenly, it all came flooding back.  She gasped.  Under the covers, she
put her hand between her legs.  She made an involuntary sound of
discomfort.

   First of all, her thighs were stuck together.  As she pried them apart,
she could feel that her pussy was swollen and a bit crusty.  She ached down
there.  And it wasn't a good kind of ache.  Well...  it was a bit good as
she remembered how it had gotten that way.

   Totally worth it.

   She lay in bed and listened to the breathing of the others.  They were
both men and she was between them.  And she soon recognized the tone of her
husband's breath from one side.

   She shifted just a little the other direction.  Her shoulder touched the
other man's.  Large.

   Her heel touch as well, finding an equally hairy calf.  He was tall.  As
tall as her husband.

   Frank.

   My god.  What that man had done to her.  What she had begged him to do
to her.

   Her breath quickened.  She was shocked to realize that her sore,
devastated pussy had gotten wet when she recognized Frank at her side.  A
nude Frank, sandwiching Bethany in across from her equally nude husband.

   It crossed her mind that her spouse was the only male in the house that
had not fucked her and she had a sudden, strong urge to rectify that
situation.

   *****

   It certainly wasn't the first time Geroge had woken in pre-dawn hours
with his dick in his wife's mouth.  In fact, there weren't many weeks that
went by that it didn't happen at least once.

   Actually...  while he remembered laying down beside her well enough,
that wasn't a guarantee that it was her lips he was feeling.  He reached
down and held her head.

   Yes, it was Beth.  He made a sound too small to be a moan and pressed
her against his groin.  He was not yet fully hard but his heart was already
thumping.  In a matter of seconds, he was.

   As soon as his swelling head reached the back of her mouth, she released
him and snaked up his body.  She gripped his head as her fuzzy mound ran
along his hardening length.  In the darkness, there was only the fainted
glint of eye to see but their gazes met as her groin cleared his pole and
it rose up between her legs.

   She eased back, her lips crashing into his at the same moment the
bulbous end of his shaft nudged her swollen folds.

   The faintest whimper died in her throat as her well-used passage was
forced open.  She clung to his head and forced her tongue against his as
she steadily enveloped him.

   He moaned into her mouth and clutched her little ass hard.

   When she'd taken all of him, they clung together, barely breathing,
soaking in the intimacy.  It was several long minutes before she slowly
began to rock against him, bringing her face in his neck.  "Oh, George."

   "Fuck.  Beth, oh fuck, I love you."

   *****

   Frank rose quietly from the bed and left the couple to their union.

   The rest of the house was quiet.  The big man padded across the house.
just aroused enough for his big unit to sway ahead of him.

   In the master suite he usually shared with his wife, he found four
entwined bodies fast asleep.  Jared was on the far side, spooned close to
his wife.  Stacy faced William between a pair of feet.  Frank suppressed a
chuckle.  He just knew instinctively the feet belonged to Elle.  She always
got very oral when things slowed down, like she needed a pacifier in her
mouth to relax.

   He knew that he could have intruded and gotten things started again but
the two missing women were more likely targets.

   After all, he'd never had his turn with the curvy and enthusiastic
Gloria.

   He found them in the basement.  He was glad to see that his wife had
been unlocked.  Not that there was much chance of Gloria leaving her to
spend all night in handcuffs.

   It was frankly adorable.  They'd fallen asleep on top of the covers and
looked cold.  The vivacious Gloria was wrapped around the tiny Hellen, her
luxurious hair spread over them everywhere.

   Though his hardness rose higher at the sight, he hesitated to disturb
them.  Perhaps he should return to the Tomlinsons?

   But Helen's eyes slowly opened as if she'd somehow sensed her husband.
Or perhaps the presence of a cock.  "Hey," she whispered almost silently.

   "Hey," he answered just as quietly." Beast under control?" he asked.

   Helen wrinkled her nose.  "You know I was just playing."

   Frank shook his head, exhaling.  "No babe, I don't and I don't really
believe you.  You're not in control when you're like that."

   Gloria shifted, pulling Helen close.  One of her enormous breasts was
propped up on the surgeon's side.  Frank's eyes traveled down and up her
form.  "You know, when you 'mixed things up', I lost my turn Glo." he said,
hand straying to his stiffening dick.

   Helen opened her mouth but McCoy spoke first.  "Yes, that was quite
rude." Frank could see a glint of eye behind her lashes.  "Well, fine, so I
didn't exactly complain about playtime with Elle and that boy."

   Frank felt her gaze center on his cock.  It swelled appreciably under
her examination.  He took his hand away and let it bob before the women.

   Gloria licked behind Helen's earlobe and inhaled.  "I'm going to fuck
your husband, girlfriend.  Are you going to behave?"

   "I always behave," she answered.

   That made them all laugh.

   Gloria put a hand behind the other woman's head and pushed her toward
Frank.  "Make sure he's hard and get that big cock slippery for me."

   Neither Pollard said a word as Frank stepped forward and his wife
effortlessly swallowed him to the balls.  Gloria kept her hand on her
friends head and held her in place.  "That's right, slobber all over him so
it slides right into my pussy."

   Blood continued to pump into Frank's enormous tool, expanding in Helen's
throat.  She hummed contentedly in a familiar, happy place.

   The other woman eventually pulled her head back.  The big flesh-cannon
sprung free, hard and angled high.  "Fuck yeah, that's what I need,"
muttered Gloria.  She pushed Helen onto her back and scrambled atop the
little surgeon, planting her muff on the swingers mouth.  "Shit yeah.  I
didn't think I'd get a chance for a Pollard Special tonight!  You two know
what to do."

   Helen's lips burrowed into the big woman's mound and found her lima-bean
sized clit.  She gave it a kiss about the same time Frank harpooned the
meaty clam.  Nearly a foot of taut, veined skin slashed past her eyes
before two heave balls thumped against her forehead.

   She gently nipped her clit through its hood with her teeth.

   Husband and wife proceeded to fuck Gloria McCoy into a state of constant
climax for the next half hour.

   *****

   The master suite remained quiet until dawn had come and gone and the sun
was bright through the big windows.  But it was probably the smell of
coffee that first roused Felicity.  She was still laying feet-to-head with
the others.  She patted Williams calf, waking him gently.  He stretched and
grunted.

   When he relaxed again, he didn't miss a chance to get a good feel of the
lawyer's delightful ass.  But it was an absentminded sort of grope.  He
smelled the coffee too.

   The longtime friends rolled out of bed.  The Lancasters' eyes popped
open as well.  There were murmured greetings and more stretching.  The
older pair donned robes, took care of a few biological necessities and left
seeking dark brew.

   Stacy was next out of bed.  Jared always enjoyed watching her in the
morning.  Even in a strange house after a rather strange night, there was a
casual comfort about the way she moved around in her birthday suit in the
morning.  It wasn't even entirely sexual.  He just liked watching her do
things.

   After she had a robe on, she tossed one to Jared.  He rose with theatric
grunts and moans.  She kissed him as he tied the robe closed and he pinched
her ass when she turned to leave.  She skipped ahead and was soon in the
kitchen.

   She blinked in the bright sun coming in the bay window and at the scene
before her.  Frank and Helen both wore aprons and were behind the kitchen
island where a rather impressive omelet station was set up.  It looked like
Gloria was in charge of drinks, with mimosa's available in addition to
coffee, tomato juice and plain orange.

   Geroge and Beth were already in the breakfast nook.  She sat sideways on
his lap and they were eating from the same plate.  The same fork, in fact.

   Jared gave Stacy a look.  "No, uh-uh," she said gesturing no.  "I'm not
sharing with you; you'll insist on onions!"

   While her omelet was being slowly jiggled in the pan, both Pollards were
looking at her.  "What?" Stacy asked, hand brushing back her bang.

   "Oh, Frank and I were talking earlier.  We can't wait to see you in your
first gang bang."

   She was glad the tomato juice hadn't reached her mouth yet or she would
have sputtered it everywhere.  "OH really?  You got it all planned out,
huh?"

   "Kinda," Frank said, turning the eggs over a final time.  "And I think
you'll get an even bigger thrill out of it if we film you."

   Stacy's expression spoke volumes.  Helen reassured her, "If you like,
you can wear a mask.  But trust me, Stacy fucking ten guys is going to be
something everyone will want to be recorded."

   "Ten?  Jesus!"

   Frank shook his head and he slid the omelette onto a plate and handed it
to her.  "No, I was thinking six.  Bitch-queen always overdoes things."

   The Pollards exchanged a glance and then said in unison.  "Eight."

   Stacy turned and left with her food.

   But Jared did not miss how high and hard her nipples had gotten and how
loose her gait was.  And wondered if eight would be enough.