Helen turned out to be a slim woman of below average height with the thin features that could easily look severe but were likely to age well. And they had. Having left forty behind by several years, her deeply tanned features were a bit careworn. But her high, elegant eyebrows and strong cheekbones still lent an air of allure. Her hair was short, much like Stacy's, and pitch black. She was wearing no makeup and her lips were thin, displaying what appeared to be a forced smile.

Everyone was awkwardly silent for several seconds. Helen was wearing a college sweatshirt and jeans. They made her seem shapeless and sexless. Frank got to his feet and strode to his wife. "Everything okay, honey?" Stacy noticed a real note of concern in his voice. It puzzled her for a moment.

Helen waved away his concern but couldn't hide a grimace that crossed her face. "Yeah. I mean no. I mean... I don't want to talk about it."

Stacy sat naked on the woman's living room floor, trying to understand what was happening. Frank had said Helen was called away to surgery that would last long into the night... possibly into the morning. But it wasn't much past ten yet...

Helen ran a hand through her hair. "You must be Stacy." Stacy nodded, wondering if the night had just ended. "I got to watch the finale." She gestured toward Betty. "I hope that bitch hasn't hogged all the action." Betty responded with a, "Hey!"

Stacy shook her head, studying the other woman. "No. Actually, she's eaten me to two climaxes and I've fucked both the guys." The matter-of-fact disclosure made her feel very odd... but also set off a little twitch in her pussy.

Helen seemed at a loss. So was everyone else. "Well, good. Is there anything left for me?"

Betty rose, smiling. "Well, you know Jared. He'll be fine in a few minutes. And I don't think Frank is quite ready to call it quits yet either."

Betty stooped down over the toy chest. "In the meantime, I think we can probably find something to keep you busy."

Helen's response wasn't sensual or even very happy but there was a kind of determination to it. "Right." She pulled the sweatshirt off over her head. There was no bra underneath.

Stacy watched in silence, letting the two older women sort things out. As Helen sat to remove her pants, she surveyed her body. Helen was thin indeed. Almost ropey. Her breasts were small, not even close to a handful. They did slope downward a bit but did not dangle. Their nipples were dark and prominent. The deep tan was uniform across her body, much like her husband's. Stacy wondered about that. Her stomach was flat with a hint of musculature.

She had stripped down to a comfortable pair of panties and now stood again. She looked down at Stacy in appraisal. She held out her hand to the younger woman. "Let's take a look at you." She helped Stacy stand up. Her hands were dry and a little rough, her fingers delicate and strong at the same time.

Stacy had felt small and girlish around Betty. As she stood in front of Helen, she felt like a cow. Helen was two or three inches shorter and so lean. Stacy had a lot more up top but she also had more across the middle and backside. Where Stacy was soft and rounded and to be honest, carried a few extra pounds, Helen was flat and hard and almost square.

Helen pulled Stacy closer. "I love your tits. They're so perfect." She softly caressed shoulder and hip and then allowed her hands drift to the young woman's breasts. Stacy's responsive nipples had deflated a bit but as the surgeon's fingers traced the delicate contours of her flesh, goosebumps shimmered across her body and her areolas rose in heated response. Hesitantly, Stacy allowed her own hands to explore the Pollard woman's body.

It was almost as hard as it looked. Despite the tenderness of her caresses, the woman was still tense from the rigors of the day. As Stacy gently clasped on of Helen's nipples, pinching the rubbery prominence, Helen did the same, tweaking and rubbing Stacy's pink nubbin.

Stacy had been nervously looking everywhere but Helen's face. But as her body began to respond, her eyes were drawn to the other woman's. They locked. Stacy wasn't sure what it was she saw there but the older woman's stern features did seem to soften a bit. Helen parted her lips in invitation and Stacy accepted the offer, touching lips to mouth and softly extending her pink tongue.

They exchanged a series of brief, gentle kisses, Stacy slowly losing her hesitance. It wasn't like kissing her husband or any other man she had ever embraced but in truth, it wasn't that different either. And it served to stoke her fires very well indeed.

The women's embrace intensified. Stacy clung to Helen's buttocks, feeling hard and flat muscle beneath the cotton of her panties. Helen's hands passed quickly over Stacy's softer posterior and located her gooey snatch. Stacy sighed into the other woman's mouth as a couple fingers squirmed their way into her eager hole.

It was Helen who finally broke the clinch. Stacy thought that some of the tension had left the other woman's body and Helen smiled up at her. The smile turned into a grin and she brought her hand to her mouth and licked Stacy's juice from her fingers.

Stacy bent forward again, trapping the fingers between their two mouths and tasted herself as she again kissed Helen. When they had drunk all the juices the fingers had to give, Helen withdrew her hand and fastened it to the back of Stacy's head, pulling the girl still closer and locking their lips together.

A minute later, they had to come up for air. They were both breathing heavily and looked a little dazed. They noticed Betty standing right next to them, looking down at them both. "You might want to lie down before you fall over and break something."

Exchanging a glance and a smile, they did as Betty suggested. Stacy lowered herself to the floor pausing along the way to draw the other woman's panties down her tanned legs. Stacy had wondered whether the swingers would have shaved beavers. She had been a little surprised when Betty turned out to have a thick pelt of hair that looked less groomed than Stacy's own downy mound.

Helen's slit was as bare as the day she was born and as tanned as the rest of her body. The outer lips of her sex were long and prominent. At the tip of each, a finger-sized ring pierced the lip and glittered silver.

Stacy lay on her back and Helen stretched herself out along the younger woman's body. Her hand roamed the pale woman's curves and massaged her firm breasts. Helen's deeply tanned skin contrasted with the pink and porcelain of Stacy's nubile body. Helen's body pressed close to Stacy's, nestling herself into her soft chest. Their lips consumed one another again.

Stacy's legs had splayed themselves out wide and Helen's straddled them even wider. In this enticing cove, Betty settled down to business. Clasping Helen's hard, bronzed ass cheeks, she buried her face in her friend's bare pussy. As she parted Helen's prominent outer lips, she was greeted by a hint of moisture. The brief make-out session with Stacy had gotten the old swinger's engine at least up to a gentle idle. Betty set to work revving that engine towards the red-line.

Stacy's wandering hands had locked themselves onto Helen's ass along with Betty's. As Betty began licking and probing Helen's nether regions, Helen groaned and gently bit Stacy's bottom lip. Stacy dug her fingers into the older woman's ass. She ground her pelt of soft cunt hair into the other woman's groin, seeking to make contact with her clit.

Betty could feel the young slut squirming beneath Helen. She reached down into the cleft of their bodies and fondled Stacy's sopping mound. Stacy shuddered and groaned and lifted her legs in an unconscious act of desire. Betty slid three fingers into her hole as deeply as they would go and expertly massaged her inner chamber.

Stacy and Helen had broken their kiss and now had their heads pressed together cheek to cheek, breathing heavily and making small sounds of pleasure. One of Helen's hands slid down between their bodies to that cleft of pleasure and found Stacy's little clit. She palmed her mound and let the little nubbin slide and role between two of her extended fingers. Stacy jumped and shuddered. As Stacy held tightly onto the surgeon's body, Helen's other hand joined its sister, mirroring its movements on her own prominent pearl.

With Betty working from between their legs, Helen assaulting their clits and Stacy heaving and squirming beneath it all, the pile of feminine lust spiraled towards climax. From time to time deep, probing kisses were exchanged. Betty moved from one snatch to the other, using both hands on whatever target tempted her the most. Helen's juices had started to flow in earnest and Stacy's cunt was like soup. In her excitement, Stacy was clenching and expanding the muscles of her cunt, presenting a winking and yawning target for Betty. Helen clamped down hard on two of Betty's fingers, locking her in place and grinding herself on the hands working her sex.

Stacy hit the wall first and burst through into orgasm. Her arms hit the floor at her sides and her fists pounded the carpet. Her legs were rigid and shaking. She gritted her teeth and groaned as she rode out the climax. Before the tension began to leave her body, Helen followed her into the chasm of release.

Helen rose to hands and knees, thrusting her ass at Betty. "Oh fuck YES!" Betty had three fingers in her quim and as Helen rose, Betty was able to press her face forward and latch onto her clit with suckling lips. Helen was stiff and still as her climax filled her nerves with icy fire. Just as she was reaching her peak, something drew Betty away. Helen gasped in anguish as her fellow slut abandoned her. But then she felt a firm set of hands grip her hips. Before she knew what was happening, a hard, hot shaft surged into her wildly climaxing cunt.

Jared buried his hard shaft into Helen to the balls and held it there as her cunt was shaken by thunder and chaos.

Stacy had a front row seat, watching her face as the surgeon panted and groaned and clenched her teeth and every other part of her body. She was also able to see the familiar legs of her husband and his tightly packed scrotum that for the moment seemed to be welded to Helen's pussy.

As Helen began to relax just a bit and was experiencing the satisfying decent from climax, Jared stroked outwards and then firmly impaled Helen again. He set up a slow but firm rhythm and began fucking the experienced slut with a purpose.

Helen stared down into Stacy's eyes. "How does it feel to know your husband is fucking another woman?" she panted.

Stacy just smiled in return. "I'll let you know after I get a better look." Helen was still on her hands and knees which allowed Stacy to twist around under her, trading heads for tails. She slid her head under the two pairs of spread legs and looked up at what her husband was doing to the other woman.

Jared's pale shaft was arrow straight and rock hard and was sliding effortlessly into Helen's wet slit. Her outer lips were open wide and inviting, the rings piercing each flap highlighting their shaking movement. The inner lips were spread wide by Jared's cock, revealing a pink V pointing to Helen's clit. Though not as large as Betty's, the little bundle of nerves was visible as a glistening pink sparkle peering out from under its bronze hood.

Stacy's switch had presented her own matted beaver to Helen's examination. Stacy's outer lips were modest rims, often hidden by her bush but now laid bare by its soggy state. As Stacy unconsciously spread her steepled legs wide, the lips parted slightly to just barely show the groove within. Her clit was all but undetectable, a modest bump in the middle of her inflamed mound.

Helen's mind was in turmoil. Her orgasm had subsided but Jared's unexpected but welcome assault had driven the slut into a higher gear. Already, a second orgasm was beginning to gather in her deepest recesses. She wanted to sample the young woman's sex but couldn't bear to distract herself from the pleasure Jared was feeding her.

As Jared relentlessly fucked her hungry gash, Helen was driven lower and lower. Soon the woman's groin was at nose-length from Stacy's face while at the same time, Helen was approaching Stacy's. Stacy probed Helen's stretched and dripping cunt with the tip of her tongue while her husband plunged in and out with determination and joy.

Helen felt the younger woman's probes and was about to return the favor when Betty slid in between Stacy's legs. Grinning at Helen, she held something up to her lips in a twisted "shushing" motion. What was in her hand was a long double-headed dildo of pink latex. It was over two feet long though no bigger around than Jared's own cock.

Without warning or discussion, Betty fed the long object into Stacy's pussy. Stacy responded with an appreciative sigh and spread her legs wider. Helen watched the rubber toy disappear into the young woman. As it did, she forced her groin down onto the other woman's face, grinding into it as she absorbed each of Jared's thrusts. Stacy groaned and used her nose and tongue to stimulate Helen's splayed open sex as well as her husband's pistoning member.

Betty held on to the toy about eight inches from its head and steadily fucked Stacy with it. Helen had stopped watching however as she was closing in on her second orgasm. Helen was a woman who was not only capable of multiple, rapid-fire orgasm but who relished them. Her eyes were closed and she had begun bearing down on the intruder pounding her inside passage. Jared could tell she was close and was determined to fuck her right through the orgasm and hopefully drive the swinger on to her next.

"God, I'm going to cum again. Oh, fuck. God, fuck me." Helen began to tremble and fought to stifle a screaming moan. She spasmed around Jared and his response was to pound into her harder and faster. "Gahhh!" Helen called out, cumming her ass off.

As Helen's second orgasm rose in intensity and Jared continued to powerfully plumb her depths, Betty shifted her grip on the dildo she was fucking Stacy with. She had been using it as an eight-inch dildo but there was almost a foot and a half left. She was going to see how much she could feed into the insatiable little hole.

Helen was still coming hard and grinding herself against Stacy's face and Stacy was loving every minute of it. The toy in her snatch had been little more than the icing on the cake. But Stacy quickly noticed the change as more of the cool rubber slid into her. She had yet to actually see the intruder in Betty's hand and was taken by surprise by the added length. She groaned and gripped Helen tightly. Her knees waved in the air as she fought conflicting urges to both protect herself and welcome anything Betty chose to do to her.

The dildo slid past the ten-inch mark without noticeable resistance. Betty stroked with that length a few times and Helen opened her eyes. She was dazed but when Betty saw that she was watching, she let the dildo pull completely out of Stacy's cunt and then slid the entire ten inches back in. Helen moaned at the sight and twitched around Jared's still-driving cock. Two orgasms in rapid succession were great... it looked like she was going to get number three just as fast.

With ten inches buried in Stacy's hot sheath, Betty fed in a little more. Eleven inches. Twelve inches. Betty was meeting resistance. In fact, at twelve inches, she definitely hit something. Stacy, "umphed," in response and groaned loudly. "God, what are you doing to me?"

Betty slowly withdrew the toy and then slid it back in just as deep before answering. "Whatever I feel like doing to you."

Jared was sweating heavily and puffing like a freight train. He had ridden Helen through her second orgasm and had felt her pussy clasp and shudder, telling him that she was eager for more. He was determined to give it to her. He did slow down a bit and every few strokes he left himself buried in the bronzed woman for a few seconds. From time to time he would twist and stir his hips.

He was also catching glimpse of what was being done to his wife. He was fascinated by her pussy's ability to take so much of the long toy.

Betty continued to gently prod Stacy's deepest regions. The young woman was panting hard and sweating in response to the unusual sensations.

By this point, Helen was also sweating profusely. Her second orgasm was now a pleasant memory. She ground her ass back against Jared and urgently squeezed her cunt down on his dick. "Jared, oh fuck, I've missed you." She bent down and planted a kiss on his wife's clit. "And I think I'm going to like your wife. What are you waiting for, Betty? Fuck the girl."

Stacy had adjusted herself to the unbelievably deep intrusion and was squirming under Betty's gentle ministrations. She was getting to the point where she could spare some attention for the impaled, flailing pussy hovering above her head but at Helen's command, Betty stopped being so gentle.

With her hand gripping the rubber toy at its midway point, Betty began delivering quick and powerful strokes to Stacy's creamy cunt. In response, the young woman groaned and panted and squealed, drumming her heels on the floor. With her eyes locked on what the dildo was doing to Jared's wife, Helen demanded that he fuck her harder and harder. "Give it to me hard Jared. Let's see if you can make me cum again before your wife shoots off."

Jared watched Betty's hand fly and attempted to match her pace as he pounded Helen insatiable hole. Her insides pulsed with buttery heat that would turn to velvet-lined steel whenever her powerful cunt convulsed. He couldn't spare his hands to play with Helen's hard body or the soft curves of his loving wife. They were death-locked at Helen's hips, repeatedly drawing their bodies together in powerful collisions.

The rampaging dildo in Stacy's soupy hole was generating a lot of foam. The deep intrusion had stimulated her hot cunt beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Her juices flowed in an almost defensive response. The pounding her insides were taking was at times uncomfortable but the queasy feeling it gave was also somehow feeding into her building orgasm. There was a dam somewhere deep inside her and pressure was building up behind it.

Stacy had her eyes closed tightly and panting grunts were seeping out between her tightly pressed lips. Helen's eyes were wide open and crazed as she continued to drive herself violently against Jared.

Betty's arm was getting tired and her completely-recovered pussy was feeling a bit left out.

But the finale was approaching. Jared was heaving with exhaustion and was close to losing control. One of Helen's hands found its way back to her clit and was frigging herself madly to bring herself orgasm. Stacy was in a world of her own, convulsing under Betty's assault. She could feel the dam insider her cracking.

Stacy screamed, piercing and full-throated. Her cunt convulsed so tightly on its intruder that the dildo slipped out of Betty's hand, lodged over twelve inches deep in Stacy's carnal depths. Stacy's initial scream devolved into breathless gibbering. One hand was cupped over her mound, pressing her clit down on the firm rubber of the toy. She held the other to her mouth, biting into it hard as she struggled to control her ecstatic body. Her gut was in turmoil, stirred and battered by the abuse it had received. But every nerve ending in her body was on fire and she was cumming her ass off.

"Damn it, Jared, she beat me. Fuck, look at her go. I need to cum like that. Fuck the living shit out of me."

As Helen growled her command, her cunt gave Jared's cock another tight squeeze. That broke his control. Letting loose with his own shout, he convulsively fucked into her body twice more before bottoming out one last time and firing his pent up sperm deep into her passage. He pressed himself home, forcing Helen's slim body down onto his shuddering wife.

The final violent thrusts and the feel of the flaring and pulsing cock were enough to trigger Helen's eagerly anticipated climax. As Jared's hot seed sprayed across her interior, Helen's body went rigid. Inspired by Stacy's violent orgasm and Jared's relentless stamina, Helen careened into her third and most powerful orgasm of the night.

Jared struggled to remain upright as his exhausted and spent body reeled from his own orgasm. Helen's amazing pussy was doing some kind of obscene dance along the length of his shaft as she shuddered and gasped her way through nirvana. He would have liked to contribute more to her sensations by fucking her through the entire experience but his muscles had rebelled. He knelt behind her, her lock on his rigid cock possibly the only thing keeping him upright.

His cock couldn't stay hard long and the women's orgasms only felt like they lasted forever. Jared finally withdrew his spent member and collapsed onto the floor.

Helen was prepared to take a breather and dropped down onto the floor next to Stacy, still arranged head-to-toe with the younger woman. Though winded, Helen was still burning with unsatiated desires. She played with the rings in her pussy lips as she caught her breath. She watched Betty slowly slide the long toy out of Stacy's snatch. Its entire length glistened and Stacy's soft downy beaver was covered in her frothy cream. Helen was just thinking how tasty that hole would be when her own husband pounced on her.

Frank had watched his wife and the other swingers with anticipation. No matter how many times his wife came, he knew that it would just make her hotter and ready for more. There was no need for her to wait for the next round, he was going to fuck his slutty wife while her sex was still gaping and filled with cum.

Helen's cunt had been churned into a hot and open swamp by Jared's tireless efforts. Her husband's big cock plunged into her depths like a diver knifing into a boiling pool. As their groins collided, Helen cried out in joy. Her widely spread legs rose instinctively and locked around the familiar contours of Frank's waist.

Held balls-deep by his wife's leg lock, Frank felt her skilled pussy squeeze and pulse around his rod. Her eyes were bright and she was smiling at him with a grin ten parts joy and ninety parts lust. She kept him captured in her hungry pussy and began bouncing and stirring her hips around. Her ass was elevated off the floor, lying along Frank's thighs. For several long minutes, they stared at each other as she subtly but emphatically fucked herself on his outstanding cock.

Betty had licked the long double-headed dildo clean and had plunged it into her own needy pussy. She was watching the Pollards and smoothly fucking herself with twelve or thirteen inches of rubber. Burying it deep in her snatch, she stood, letting the remainder of the pink tube dangle from her bush. Stacy and Jared were lost in a post-orgasmic bliss, watching the other couple with blank stares and silly grins.

Helen was still working her husband's cock with her hot pussy. Clamping her legs even tighter around his waist, her abdomen tightened and she drew her body up off the ground. With the leverage of her legs and the strength of her stomach, she did a sit up. As she did so, the pressure her pussy exerted on Frank's cock climbed. He set his teeth and grinned down at her.

When she was high enough, she gave his chin a peck with her lips. His cock throbbed in her, fighting against enormous pressure. Helen slowly lowered herself back to the floor, controlling her descent with toned muscle.

She repeated the performance. Her flat stomach and defined abdominals were rock steady. The strain the effort put on the rest of her body pulled her skin taut and her small breasts stood out like golf balls on her chest. Their nipples stood hard and proud.

Remaining buried in his wife, Frank slid his legs out from beneath her ass and knelt upright. Helen now lay on her neck and shoulders, her hips held high by her leg lock around Frank's sweating body.

Betty had moved over to the toy chest and extracted something big and heavy. She paused to watch the copulating couple. Once again, Helen crunched her stomach and rose to meet her husband's body, grinding her naked beaver against his bush. This time, she embraced his neck and forced his mouth down to hers. Their kiss was profound and deep. Their lips and tongues knew each other well but would never grow bored with the many games they could play.

Helen released her legs' grip on her husband and lowered her feet to the floor. With his hard member still sunk deeply into her wet furnace, she insistently pressed her body against his, forcing him onto his back. As Frank's head came to rest on the carpet, Helen broke the kiss and sat up proudly across her steed. With her knees on the floor and clamped tightly to his flanks, she began to ride her husband. She slid up and down his stomach, scraping her engorged clit along his abdomen as she steadily worked on his cock.

Betty tore her eyes away from the copulating pair and stepped in front of Jared. He looked up at her. She bent slightly at the knees and hips and smiled at him. Her breasts hung heavily and swayed enticingly. Her pussy released its grip on the long dildo and gravity pulled it to the floor. It hung up for a fraction of a second when the bottom end touched the floor while the upper cock head was still in Betty's hole but the flexible rubber then quickly slumped the rest of the way to the floor leaving her cunt open and dripping.

She dropped an object into Jared's lap and it thudded with a heavy weight. "Make yourself useful," She said and then boldly sat before him. She leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs wide.

Betty had found a latex cock of staggering proportions. It was realistically shaped and colored a dark brown skin tone. A set of big testicles bulged obscenely from one end and the shaft appeared to be at least fourteen inches long. But what was truly intimidating was its girth. It was at least three inches across along its shaft and flared even wider at its big plumb head.

The noise the object made when it hit the floor had caused Stacy's head to pivot. She stared at the thing with slowly widening eyes. Betty had to be joking. She was a big woman but... she had to be joking. It had been thrilling to watch the woman's pussy stretch to accommodate two cocks at once earlier but the sheer round size of this obscene object was so much bigger than that.

She looked to see her husband's reaction. Jared just smiled and hefted the thing like a barbell. "Always happy to be of use."

Jared got in close between Betty's legs, settling down on his stomach, propped up on one elbow. Awkwardly, he held the dildo in his support hand while his free hand caressed and explored Betty's hairy sex. He slid all four fingers deep into her for a few moments, eliciting sighs from his subject.

His hand came away shining with secretions. He used these on the dildo, lubricating the dry rubber. As he stroked it like a cock, he exchanged a glance with his wife as if to make certain she was watching.

Stacy could hear moans and laughter coming from Helen and Frank as she worked her way to orgasm on her husband's big cock but couldn't spare the other couple a glance. She sat and stared transfixed as Jared nudged the head of the huge phallus into Betty's sex.

It didn't just sink in right away. The head on that thing was the size of a large apple. Jared twisted and jiggled the rubber toy, once or twice running it up and down Betty's slit. When a couple more nestling twists seemed to get things started, Jared pressed firmly on the handle-like balls of the toy.

The big head popped through the elastic ring of Betty's hole suddenly and three or four inches of the big shaft immediately slid into her body. The big woman sighed out as the mass invaded her eager body.

Jared twisted and wiggled the toy. As Stacy watched, he gently pulled back on it. Betty's pussy lips began to bulge outward from the pressure of the head trying to find its way out. Jared held it at that point and bent forward. The pressure and her arousal were forcing her clitoris to stand up high, protruding nearly an inch from her mound. He took it between his lips and caressed its tip with his tongue.

Betty moaned in response.

Jared let her clit pop out of his mouth and he pressed the artificial cock more deeply into her heated mound. Betty stifled her soft moans long enough to speak. "Oh god, so fucking full. I need your cock, Jared. Let me see your cock. I want to feel it and suck it and smell it. I'll get it hard again for you."

Jared left the big rubber toy where it was for a moment as he turned and swung his body over the broad swinger's. He knelt above her chin, his legs pressing close along her body. Her breasts were splayed widely across her chest and their flesh spilled out softly against his thighs.

Jared's manhood throbbed lazily, neither fully erect nor completely shrunken. His heavy testicles hung low in their sack, dangling and swaying. Betty wrapped her arms around his hips and buttocks. She pulled him down to her face where she inhaled his balls, sucking his entire scrotum into her mouth.

Jared shuddered as the over-sexed woman swirled his tackle around in her mouth. The sensations were at once arousing and unsettling, setting off tremors in his gut.

With Jared's hairy balls still in her mouth, Betty lifted one leg high. Deftly, she hooked it behind his neck and forced his head down towards her waiting mound. Her mouth was occupied but the message was clear. Jared still had work to do.

The big toy had slid most of the way out of Betty's slick cunt. Its flared head kept in locked in place. Jared grabbed the big toy. He pressed it home deeply, sinking ten full inches of the enormous thing into her hungry hole.

Betty gasped. Jared took the opportunity to free his balls from her mouth. It had occurred to him that he really didn't want to do too much to stimulate the woman while his family jewels were held hostage between a set of healthy white teeth.

Now that that danger was resolved, he exchanged a quick glance with his wife. She was an attentive audience. The grin he gave her made him look like a mischievous little boy. With his eyes locked with his wife's, he yanked the big brown weapon out of Betty's tightly stretched hole.

The massive head of the fake cock burst from Betty's depths like some kind of sloppy, soggy cork. The pop of extraction was followed immediately by the wet and meaty slap of her rebounding pussy lips. Stacy, Helen and Frank all felt the spray given off by the sweeping phallus.

Betty reacted with a loud, "Ahh," and dug her nails into Jared's ass cheeks. He quickly brought the big toy back to her slit and plunged it back in, popping through her pussy lips with sudden force.

Jared began jabbing the enormous fake cock into Betty repeatedly, fucking her with abandon. The sight was amazing to his wife. Her husband's actions bordered on the violent but what was really shocking was what was coming out of the older woman's mouth.

"Oh god, fuck yeah. That's what I need. Tear me open. Pound my fucking cunt. Open me up good."

As her words were taken over by grunts and moans, Betty returned to Jared's cock and swallowed it whole. It wasn't completely hard yet but it would be before long.

Both Helen and her husband could see and hear what was being done to their friend. The thin woman had soaked her mate's stomach in the mixed juices of her cunt. She was breathing hard and sweating profusely but her body seemed tireless. As Jared pummeled Betty's ravenous pussy, Helen rose to her feet, unknowingly repeating Stacy's earlier actions. She began bouncing on her husband's shaft, landing hard each time as she forced every inch he had into her ravenous cunt.

Frank locked his fingers onto both of her nipples. Her heaving motion stretched them this way and that, deforming her small breasts in painful-looking ways. Frank knew the pain would feed into his wife's pleasure.

Helen's nipples used to be pierced but after the third time one of them had been torn, they had decided that wasn't prudent given their excessively physical style of lovemaking. Frank had felt terrible the first time it happened. His guilt had been alleviated somewhat eight months later when Helen ripped the other one out herself while abusively stimulating her own body. They had let them heal and pierced them again but after a nipple got torn open a third time, they'd written the entire concept off as a bad idea.

Helen bottomed out one last time, her hands clasped tightly to her head as she climaxed yet again. Her body quaked and her grunting cries filled the room.

With his wife still in the throes of ecstasy, her cunt roiling along his fully embedded rod, Frank surged to his feet. Frank was a big man and his wife weighed barely a hundred pounds. He was able to rock, kneel and then stand in a single motion. Once upright, he wrapped his big hands around his wife's rib cage. He held the trembling woman tightly, wedging her sensitive clit down onto the junction of their bodies. He concentrated on his breathing, not wanting his wife's wild pussy to force his own climax.

As her body slowly emerged from peak stimulation, Helen rested her head on her husband's broad shoulder. She sighed contentedly and kissed the nape of his neck. Smiling, she stirred her hips and caressed Frank's hard cock with the hot sheath of her cunt.

Helen leaned back in her husband's arms. She looked down at Jared and Betty. Jared slowly stroked the big rubber cock in and out of her soupy cunt while Betty licked his balls and stroked his rejuvenated organ with her hands. Neither was in a hurry to reach orgasm, they were just enjoying their bodies.

Stacy's hand was on her furry mound but only to cup it in a casual, thoughtless manner. Helen looked down at the young woman from her perch atop Frank's dick. "She's so beautiful. Those puffy tits and that perfect skin." She sighed again. Frank groaned quietly as her pussy's talented grip squeezed his pulsing cock. "I want to watch you fuck her. I want to see you spread her open and make her cum."

She lowered herself from her husband, his long, hard cock slapping against his stomach as it popped free from her snatch. She settled to the floor next to Stacy and examined her reclined body. She gently squeezed one of her pale breasts. She bent lower and kissed its peak. Stacy sighed. Helen's other hand traced a line down Stacy's soft, ivory stomach, through the matted down of her bush and tickled at the buried nub of her little clitoris.

Helen felt fresh passion tremble through the young woman's body. As she kissed and licked the pink cap of the breast, it swelled up and throbbed hotly. The uninhibited and sensual response of the new swinger caused Helen herself to moan quietly in appreciative sympathy. It was so fun playing with new friends.