Chapter 39: Stacy. Renovations.

I got seduced by Stacy.

I was expecting it, and there was a lot of collusion by my fiancées and other lovers. Of course, I allowed it to happen, even with a bevy of other sexy fiancées and women surrounding me.

I got home about five-thirty on Friday evening. I had been wondering all day about how we’d all handle Stacy being around after dinner when the open sex started between all of the rest of the people at the house.

Wendy met me with kisses and told me that I had a present waiting upstairs in my bed that I was to attend to post haste. Just based on that alone, I had a pretty good idea what the present was.

Somewhat in fun, there was a trail of lingerie leading up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom door, in case I missed any previous hints.

Stacy lay nude in my bed with a large pink dildo in her pussy that she was moving in and out with one hand. She was rubbing her clit in a desultory way with her other hand. Very adult. She gave me a big smile. “Welcome home, Matt. I hope you’re horny, because I sure am, except I’m horny specifically for you.”

I chuckled, “I’m horny all the time, but I worry about messing around with underage women, such as you.” I didn’t want Stacy to think that she was in charge, so I had to find some point of leverage.

Instead, she said, “How about if I come onto you? Why don’t you get out of those nice clothes and come lie down here to take a nap. There’s no telling what might happen during a nap around this house.”

I decided to follow her lead. I got naked and then lay down next to her and shut my eyes, as though I were going to nap. “Ahhhh, I’m so tired after my day at the office.” We were playful.

Stacy chuckled, and I got a long sexy kiss on my lips, but then I felt her move and suddenly her mouth inhaled my tumescent cock, taking me completely into her maw. “Oh, I’m having such a nice dream.”

In less than a minute, she was struggling to get all of me in her mouth. She did have a gag reflex that was inhibiting what she wanted to do. “If you talk to Jill, she’ll tell you some techniques to get around that gagging when something touches back there.”

I was very hard, and had started to use my hands on the parts of her teenage body that I could reach. She had lovely breasts that I’d felt before, but never really focused on. Now, I knew that we’d be fucking in a few minutes so the foreplay for her became important, although I think she’d been in foreplay mode with me since she arrived at the house.

When I rolled over so I could have my head on her chest and started sucking, she came slightly unhinged. “Oh, God, I knew you’d be spectacular. Yes, yes, yes. You can do anything to me – anything at all. I consent to everything that you can think of to do to me.”

As she was saying that, I started two fingers vibrating at high speed in her pussy, most likely right atop her G-spot. They were having the desired effect; I wanted her in orbit and pleading for more, more, more.

Stacy’s back arched and she pushed into my vibrating hand. She started to gasp for air that wasn’t there for her. I persisted, and her whole body tensed and spasmed as her climax arrived. Her reaction was to roll into a ball – a ball balanced on the fingers of my right hand.

I extracted and replaced my hand in her pussy with my mouth and tongue on her gash, licking and lapping up the delicious and savory juices that she’d produced. Stacy slowly unwound from her ball, and started to hold my head in position between her widespread legs.

“Oh, God, nobody has even eaten me out before. You’re my first.”

I teased, “I thought you weren’t a virgin.”

“I’m not, but the few guys that I’ve been with never went down on me. I guess they wanted to get a blowjob or fuck more than taste me. I was pretty agreeable, too. That feels ... really ... fantastic.” She moaned as I continued the oral stimulaltion.

I persisted through her second serious orgasm, and then I pushed my cock inside her. She was so lubricated and slippery that there was barely any resistance or friction, a surprise for someone her size. Stacy moaned more and her eyes rolled around. She started a mantra for a minute or two: “So good. So good. So good. So good. So good. So good. So good. So good.”

I already knew that she was on birth control, so I figured that whatever happened was what would happen. I did ask, “Where?”

She understood instantly and smiled, “I want you to fill my little teenage cunt with a bazillion sperm.” I made sure that we made love for another twenty minutes as we rolled around and changed positions. Some she’d never been in before. Now, she had, and every one of them left her breathless and even more passionate.

I did leave the requisite number of my swimmers inside her pussy. She was sweaty and drippy, and also the happiest that I’d seen her since her arrival. As we finally parted, two others that had crept into the room applauded: Lola and Misty had been watching. They both came over and kissed both of us.

Stacy was amazed and aghast when Lola pushed her back and then went down on her pussy, sucking up the man juice that I’d left leaking out of her sixteen-year-old pussy.

Stacy said to Lola, “Really? You sure you want to be doing that?”

Lola broke lock for a few seconds. “Absolutely. You’ll be doing it, too, before long. There are far more benys that downsides. You’ll see.” She went right back, this time using a couple of fingers to pry some of my fluids from inside their warm resting place.

I gave Stacy a few kisses and suggested a shower. Misty waved and left, but Lola, Stacy, and I went into my new shower stall that could easily hold six. We washed up, and Lola showed her friend how to use the wand to make certain parts of her body especially clean and ready for further action.

The previous weekend, all that Stacy had done – been told that she could do – was be a voyeur. She’d not only watched, but also masturbated nearly the whole four hours that there were people on the patio going at it. She definitely fit our oversexed motif. I found out, too, that Lola had given her the large dildo that she’d been using when I found her.

We dressed minimally when we went back downstairs. Stacy (and I) both got a lot of hugs and kisses. She was now part of the club. I thought it strange to think of it as a club, but several in the group used that terminology. We had members that fit well together with each other. We shared a common interest in sex with each other. We met regularly – most evenings, but with almost a complete membership turnout on the weekend evenings. A few members – Monica and Molly – had even created an initiation ceremony for themselves.

Stacy stayed close to me through cocktails and dinner. I asked why she wasn’t working and she told me that she’d informed the restaurant that she had several special occasions during the weekend evenings. She smiled, “And I already accomplished one of them.”

“Dare I ask about the others?”

“I want to be a full participant tonight and tomorrow and tomorrow night. Sex! I want lots and lots of sex.”

“You’ll make yourself sore,” I teased.

“It’ll be worth it. Besides, I’m a resilient teen, so I’ll be all right, plus as you discovered I generate a lot of lubrication.”

She got serious and asked, “I heard that if I get on the massage table that I’ll attract a lot of male visitors over an evening?”

I teased, “Be careful what you wish for, you may get it. You don’t have to use others as your role models all the time.”

Stacy gave me another kiss. “I like doing that with you – everything that we just did.” She took my empty glass and got me a refill of my white wine over ice.

As the dancing got started, I saw Stacy leading Dean to the massage table. They both looked happy. She looked even happier when Colt also joined them. She got both men sucking on her breasts as they simultaneously fingered her nether region and brought her to orgasm. I smiled when I heard her sexy moan drift across the patio.

When I next looked, she had Colt lying on his back on the table and had mounted his shaft. Dean was poking his stiffness into her ass. Fuck! She was being double penetrated in her opening foray into the club.

I checked the look on her face. This was obviously her doing, and when I tuned in, I could hear her given directions to Dean to go slow. She flashed me a smile when she saw me watching her, and then blew me a kiss.

I was with Dakota, and we were on a chaise. She’d also watched the young teen – the youngest in our group – start to put on a show for everybody. She chuckled, “She certainly has the sex drive required to hang around with all of us, it appears.”

“We’ll see. She’s got a new pair of wings and is trying them out. Her fascination with sex and with all of us might not last.”

Dakota kept laughing, “Oh, it’ll last. She just had another orgasm. Orgasms demand more of same, and whatever activities keep bringing them on. They’re like heroin; she’s hooked already.”

Later, I saw Stacy with my neighbor Bob. He liked young women – the younger the better. He was in his sixties, and so liked the age spread. Nicole his hot wife of similar age was the same way. She’d latched onto Dean, and had him in the missionary position on one of the chaises urging him to really hammer into her body so she knew that she was getting the fuck of her life.

My second partner that evening was Molly. She’d all but elbowed her way past Denise to have me as her second partner of the night. She was another young woman that had surprised me by embracing our lifestyle and going out of her way to fit in with all of us.

Molly and I had a satisfying fuck on one of the sex mats, even changing partners several times with Scott and Taylor, who were having intercourse right next to us. I thought about how far he’d come in his level of sophistication since I’d met him. Lauren had been doing all she could to smarten him up in every way and sex turned out to be the key she was missing at the time.

As I started a third round with Anna, I glanced over at the massage table. Stacy was still there on her knees with her butt in the air. Nate had his cock sawing into her well lubricated pussy. In front of her lay Jill, on her back and guiding Stacy’s eager mouth to all the right places to bring her pleasure. Even from fifteen feet away I could see the cum gushing from Jill’s pussy and see it disappearing as Stacy sucked the fluids up like a wet vacuum cleaner.

As I watched, the F-F-M threesome changed around so that Jill was getting pounded by Nate as she ate out the leaky sixteen-year-old slit in front of her. Stacy’s moans resulting from Jill’s expert cunnilingus could be heard by all. I was glad we had sympathetic neighbors on both sides of the house.

Saturday morning, I awoke to some kisses from Stacy. When my eyes cranked open, she grinned and kissed me some more. We were naked and she was almost completely on top of me. I reached between us and gently pinched one of the erect nipples. She moaned.

A moan from further over in the bed made me look in that direction. Joel and Wendy were fucking in the missionary position. She was using her legs to pull him deep into her body and he was loving every second of it. Between us, Dakota and Tracy were out cold and still slumbering.

I did a quick assessment and knew I was out of commission below the waist for at least a few hours. I’d managed to slip in a fourth round the night before with my secretary from work – Monica. She could probably raise the dead; she was so hot. Monica, it turned out, was on my other side softly snoring and seemingly impervious to the fact that Misty was curled up against her for warmth or physical presence.

I whispered to Stacy and we slid out of bed and went into the bathroom. I quickly shaved and joined her in the shower. I slid on some athletic shorts, but she stayed naked, and we went downstairs. We were the first.

First to the kitchen always had duties. I plugged in the coffee urn and it immediately started to burble as it turned what was inside into vital life-giving fluid that would be ready in fifteen minutes because of the volume involved.

I enlisted Stacy and we started to prepare waffle batter and scrambled eggs. We had several dozen rashers of bacon already cooked that only needed warming in the microwave.

Lauren and Vance showed up next. They looked freshly fucked and washed. They both started to help, setting out mugs and plates, and our cutlery sets wrapped in paper napkins just like some restaurants provide.

As we moved around, I teased Stacy, “You accomplish some of your goals last night?”