A Good Time with Stacy -

Author's note: This is the final chapter in this series. I hope that you enjoy it and please post comments. I love reading them.

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We were invited to one of the bicycle-group, couples' wedding. Les and Brad knew them better, so Stacy and I were more of the 'plus one' guests.

The wedding was out of town so we decided to arrive on Friday evening, attend the wedding and reception on Saturday and go home on Sunday. We booked adjoining rooms at the hotel to have easy access between couples; officially with Les and I in one room with Stacy and Brad in the other.

The four of us went out for dinner on Friday night and returned to Les's room. We all undressed and the boys laid on the bed ready for Stacy and me.

I took Stacy aside and asked, "Shall we peg them? It was fun last time we pegged them together."

"Yes," answered Stacy, so we strapped on our harnesses and put on disposable, latex gloves. We had replaced the smaller dildos with slightly thicker ones with the exceptional option of vibration using a remote control.

We struck poses at the bedroom door, and I said, titillatingly, "Hello boys."

Stacy added, "Ready for some fun?" as she stretched the glove on her right hand.

We spread lubricant over our gloves and condom encased dildos and strutted towards the bed. Les sat up but I pushed him back on the bed and crawled over him. I sloppily French kissed him and he kissed me back. I grabbed his penis and my phallus and stroked them together; Les groaned with my tongue in his mouth. The harness stimulated my clitoris and the inserted dildo stimulated my vagina as we frotted. I slowly moved backwards and forwards rubbing my nipples against Les's chest.

I stopped kissing Les and concentrated on frotting our appendages. I watched Les's face making sure that he wasn't going to come on me. After a few minutes I was close to coming and so was Les, according to his scrunched up face. I let go of our phalluses, sat back onto my haunches, lifted Les's legs and pressed two of my well-lubricated, gloved fingers into his anus. There was hardly any resistance but he certainly grunted as I rubbed my fingertips against his prostate.

Pre-ejaculate dribbled out of Les's penis but I only fingered him for a short time; I had other, penetrative plans.

I pulled out my fingers, lifted Les's legs and placed the dildo's glans against his anus, as he stuffed a pillow under his hips.

Les wiggled his hips, trying to get me to penetrate him -- he had long overcome his embarrassment of being pegged. I held still to let him slowly work the dildo inside his anus, but he said, "It's too big."

The new dildo was bigger in girth so I slowly rocked a centimetre, backwards and forwards, so that just the tip of the glans was pressing against Les's dimple of an anus. I closed my eyes and kept rocking with the harness stimulated my clitoris as the dildo inside me stimulated my entire vagina.

After a few minutes of rocking, my body trembled as I had my first orgasm. Les grunted so I opened my eyes to see the glans of the dildo still pressing against his anus. I saw Les's anus pulsating and I kept rocking. The glans was almost through Les's sphincter but I didn't want to hurt him; besides, I was really enjoying the affect of the gentle rocking on my genitals.

Les's anus dilated and he grunted as the glans slipped past his sphincter. He tried to pull away from me but I grabbed his hips and let the glans come part way out of his anus. I kept rocking and the glans slipped in and out of Les. At first, he grunted, but after a minute of just the glans penetrating him, he sighed as his sphincter further dilated.

I kept rocking and the dildo's glans slipped in and out of Les's anus. Centimetre by centimetre, the dildo penetrated Les as I kept rocking. "Oh... frig..." said Les, as the rest of the dildo slowly penetrated his rectum.

I smiled when I felt Les's thighs press against mine. I held still to let Les get used to a bigger phallus inside him than he's probably ever had before. Besides, I was on the edge of coming again and I wanted to prolong my second orgasm.

Les opened his eyes and rapidly blinked as his body trembled with the dildo deep inside his rectum. I kissed his smooth calves as I slowly pulled back with my hips; Les groaned his appreciation. When I saw the glans stretching Les's anus I slowly pushed back into his arse. I now knew the range of thrusts and slowly increased the pace of my back and forwards thrusts, once again enjoying the stimulation on my clitoris and vagina.

Les closed his eyes and wiggled his hips as I kept pegging him. I looked at our companions and saw that Stacy was similarly pegging Brad. I watched her breasts jiggle on each thrust and I felt my climax getting closer and closer as I pegged poor Les's arse.

I wondered why Les's penis seemed flaccid and flopped around on his belly as I pegged him, hard and fast; wasn't he enjoying himself? His grunts and groans seemed to indicate that he was enjoying himself. I decided to up the anti so I pressed the button on the remote control and both dildos vibrated. That sent me over the edge and I came as I pounded poor Les's arse.

"Oh... fuck..." gasped Les, and his creamy semen spurted onto his belly. I guess he was enjoying himself and I ruthlessly pegged him harder and faster to get my relief. Les gasped and grunted more profanities.

I was so close to coming again. I looked at Stacy, thought of tribadism with her and came. I closed my eyes and kept thrusting until I rode out my orgasm. I switched off the vibration and collapsed onto Les, who grunted, as I pulled the dildo out of his bum. I pushed myself off the bed and strolled into the other room.

I rested for a while before I was ready to remove the gloves, condom, harness and dildo. Stacy joined me with a flushed face of orgasm. We smiled as we cleaned up although I thought that Les should be helping me. Anyway, next time he can clean up the mess.

After several minutes I quietly returned to Les's room and to my surprise, saw Brad and Les, in a sixty-nine position. By the gobbling and stifled grunting sounds, they both had dicks deep down their throats. I could see two of Brad's fingers deep in Les's arse, fingering him with abandon. Les was thrusting his hips, obviously enjoying the fingering of his prostate and fucking Brad's face.

Should I be jealous that Les chose Brad over me? Probably not, they were best friends and Brad had that extra appendage that I didn't, which Les seemed to be really enjoying... a lot. Besides, I wasn't in love with Les; he was like a brother who, I sometimes had incest sex with.

I shook those thoughts out of my mind and I left them to enjoy themselves, as I sneaked back to Stacy and shut the doors between the two rooms. Stacy seemed surprised to see me but I said, "The boys are busy."

Stacy frowned for a second, raised her eyebrows, smiled and said, "So we'll be sleeping here tonight?"

"Yes," I answered, "but later," as I held up the shorter, double-ended dildo that I'd bought for us to use. Stacy smiled and hugged me.

Our kisses became more passionate as we slowly moved towards the bed. We collapsed onto the bed hugging and caressing each other. Stacy's whole body felt smooth and soft against my skin. My body tingled as I felt her curves melding into mine. We slowly French-kissed as our bodies caressed.

I passionately kissed Stacy's ears, neck, chin and throat as I worked my way between her breasts. Stacy trembled when my ear brushed her left nipple. I grazed my cheek over her nipple as I kissed her breast; the contrast of her hard, erect nipple to her soft, velvety skin felt exquisite. I teased her as I kissed around her breast, but not kissing her nipple, until she resigned herself to my touch. Only then, did I kiss her nipple and she groaned as her body shuddered.

I spent several minutes alternating between suckling her nipple and kissing the soft, smooth skin of her breast. I then switched to her other, neglected breast and she sighed. Again, I spent several minutes kissing and sucking her breast and nipple.

"Jessie..." sighed Stacy.

"Yes?" I whispered, in between kisses.

Stacy didn't answer me. Instead, she pushed on the top of my head. I wondered how long I could tease her before she took control and now I knew.

Her press on my head was gentle; it was just a suggestion and I wondered if I should ignore her and continue to tease her, but then, I felt an overwhelming desire to give this woman whatever she wanted. Not only tonight, with regards to sex, but everything in her life and for the rest of her life.

I paused, long enough for Stacy to ask, "Are you okay?"

"Yes..." I answered, trying to analyse my wonderment. "I'm feeling absolutely perfect."

Stacy giggled and then sighed as I slowly kissed from between her breasts, down her chest, over her bellybutton, across her belly, over her pubic mound and sucked her erect clitoris. I usually don't dive straight into that sensitive spot but I needed to make her come.

I sucked Stacy's clitoris and she thrashed around from the sensitivity for a moment but then she submitted to the pleasure. After a few intense minutes Stacy came.

Stacy gasped when I pushed the double-ended dildo into her vagina as she was riding out her orgasm. I thrust the dildo in and out of her to keep her in climax. She grabbed my head as I sucked her clitoris and then seconds later, she came again.

Stacy pushed my head away from her groin, which gave me the opportunity to change tack. I knelt between her legs, lifted one onto my shoulder and slowly slid forwards as I worked the other end of the dildo into my vagina.

Our groins touched and I watched the dildo sliding in and out of either my vagina, Stacy's vagina or both, as I slowly thrust my hips.

"Oh god... Jessie... That feels... so good..." whispered Stacy, in between thrusts.

I felt so much lust for Stacy that I thrust as hard and as fast as I could, making sure that our clitorises rubbed against each other on each thrust. Stacy thrust back at me and soon we were violently tribbing.

"Oh... fuck..." grunted Stacy, as she was the first to come. Her arousal stimulated my own orgasm and soon we were thrusting against each other as we came.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. The dildo, still inside us, pressed against the walls of my vagina. Stacy sighed, "It feels so good... It's still hard inside me."

I giggled, in agreement, and said, "Yeah."

After a minute or so, my vagina tightened and the dildo felt uncomfortable. I rolled onto my side and it slipped out of me. I pulled the dildo out of Stacy's vagina and wrapped it in the top sheet.

"I'll wash and stow that before housekeeping arrives," I said.

Stacy laughed and said, "That might be a pleasant surprise for them."

I laughed and said, "I've only just bought that, Stacy. I'm not going to give it away until we've warn it out."

"That won't take long," said Stacy, and we both laughed.

We cuddled and I fell into a blissful sleep.

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The next morning we all breakfasted on the private balcony. Les and Brad tried to exchange furtive glanced but I knew that they were avoiding talking about what happened the previous night.

I said, "I had a great time last night, thank you, Stacy."

Stacy looked at me and I saw her resign to the fact that we were making our indiscretions pubic to Les and Brad. She said, "So did I. Thank you, Jessie."

"Did you enjoy yourselves, boys?" I asked, trying to break the ice.

"I slept well, thank you," answered Les.

There was a long, uncomfortable pause, until I said, "I returned to the room and... um... saw... you two... um--"

"Alright," interrupted Les, "so we did... you know."

"Yes... we do know and it's alright... as far as I'm concerned," said Stacy.

I agreed and said, "Me too, unless one of you didn't want to... you know... do it,"

"No, I wanted to do it," said Brad.

Les sighed, he knew that I was trying to trick them into admitting what they did. He said, "It was consensual."

"Good," I said, "then there's no problem. Is there?"

"Nope," answered Stacy, with a shake of her head.

"But we're... you know... boyfriends and girlfriends," said Les.

"We are," I agreed, and then suggested, "You two are boyfriends and we are girlfriends. To the outside world we are two, swinging, heterosexual couples. No-one needs to know that we sometimes swing, you know, the other way. It's a perfect arrangement. We enjoy our... um... different..."

"Desires," suggested Stacy.

"Yes, thank you, Stacy, and the rest of the world has no reason to hassle us. Isn't that right, Brad?"

Bradley looked at me, then at Les and back at me.

"I didn't think that you wanted to be labelled as a homosexual?" I asked.

Bradley nodded and then looked at Les.

"It's understandable," said Stacy. "I've known a person who was hounded out of town for her sexual preferences. We can appear to be heterosexuals and still enjoy ourselves in private the way we want to enjoy ourselves. Let's just accept that we are bisexuals and live our lives as we want?"

Les and Brad stared at each other and then nodded. "Okay," said Les. "I'm fine that."

Bradley smiled, and agreed, "Me too."

We had great time at the wedding and reception and by the time we were ready to leave, we were very inebriated. We stumbled back to our rooms. Stacy and I pegged the boys as they sucked each other's dicks. Stacy and I then retired to the other bedroom and tribbed each other to multiple orgasms.

We only just managed to check out of the hotel by 10 am and made our way to the organised lunch after the wedding. Most people were subdued with hangovers, except those with children. I wish they'd shut those gremlins up, but... I guess, and hoped, that the little ankle-biters didn't know what a hangover felt like.

By the afternoon we were sober enough to drive home and we took it in turns to drive Stacy's little convertible. It was nice to quietly sit in the back seat with the air rushing through my hair, trying to not think of anything other than the present. We dropped off Brad at his home, arrive home, unpacked and went our separate ways to our units. I was a bit sad that the weekend away was over.

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I finally managed to convince Stacy to go on a three-kilometre, return bush walk. I wore: a shirt; army trousers, from an army disposal store; work boots and slouch hat. Stacy wore: a long, summer dress; sandshoes and a very wide-brimmed, fashion hat.

"Should I change?" asked Stacy, when she saw our different attire.

"Are you wearing sunscreen?" I asked.

"Lots," answered Stacy. "Do you want some?"

"No, I'm right, thank you, and what you're wearing is fine," I answered.

We drove to the carpark in my Mitsubishi, four-wheel drive van and I put on a backpack before we started walking.

Stacy held a large bottle of water, and asked, "Should I have a backpack?"

"Not this time." I answered, and we set off.

I pointed out: native flowers; tiny, carnivorous plants; birds; skinks and other native flora and fauna as we walked. My plan to distract Stacy, as we walked, had worked, and in no time we arrived at the creek, which was at the end of our one-and-a-half, kilometre walk.

I spread a picnic blanket over the sandy bank, in the shade of some yellow-box trees. I placed a cut lunch, thermos, et cetera, on the blanket and invited Stacy to join me.

At first, Stacy sat and watched the sand around us, as we ate our sandwiches and drank our cuppas. I asked, "Are you okay?"

"Are there any animals around us?" asked Stacy.

"Thousands," I answered, and stifled a chuckle as Stacy tried to pull herself into a small ball. "But they have no interest in us unless we disturb them."

Stacy looked at me, giggled, and said, "You're a big tease, you know that?"

"Only when my targets react," I answered, and Stacy laughed.

After some time, Stacy seemed to relax and look at our surroundings. She asked, "Is it safe to swim in there?" referring to the creek.

"Probably, but there might be leeches," I answered, and Stacy began her close scrutiny of her immediate surroundings.

I laughed and said, "They won't come near us. The sand is too dry."

I hugged Stacy and said, "Relax, Stacy. There's nothing here that will harm you."

"Are you sure?" asked Stacy.

"I'll make sure of it," I answered, and spread myself out on the blanket next to her.

Stacy laid next to me and, after a few minutes, seemed to relax. After about half-an-hour, Stacy said, "It's so peaceful."

I chuckled and said, "Yeah... with the birds, insects, frogs, wind in the leaves--"

"Stop picking on me," said Stacy, after punching my arm.

I laughed and Stacy said, "There're no sound's like cars, motorcycles, barking dogs... you know, city noises."

"Yes... I do know... That's what I love about the bush... It's... sort of... calming," I said.

"Yes..." said Stacy. "Peaceful and, calming."

I smiled at Stacy's little win and relaxed, knowing that she was comfortable with me in the bush surroundings.

"We should build a house out here," said Stacy.

"And ruin the peacefulness?" I asked, as I looked, critically, at her.

"No... but... wouldn't it be wonderful to live here?" she said.

"Until it rained, flooded, grew too windy..." I said.

"I wish we had a home somewhere like this," continued Stacy, ignoring my teasing.

That was an interesting statement: 'WE had a home' indicated that we would be living together; and 'something like this' indicated that she liked the peacefulness of the bush. I contemplated the implications and said, "Yes."

After an hour of relaxing on the picnic blanket, I said, "It's time to go."

"Do we have to?" whined Stacy, like a child.

I chuckled and said, "We have to walk back."

Stacy had already stood up and helped me pack away the blanket. We walked back to the car, enjoying the bushland and drove home.

~~~

A few weeks later, Stacy said, "Come on we're going for a drive."

She'd already dropped the top of her little convertible, knowing that I preferred to have the wind blowing through my hair as she covered up with a wide-brimmed hat, or scarf, and sunglasses. We drive for about ten minutes before driving up a long, country driveway. We stopped in front of a ranch-style homestead and four kelpies race around the car barking and trying to out run each other.

A lady yelled at the dogs, who ran away, barking down the driveway. She asked, "Stacy?"

"Yes," answered Stacy, as we got out of the car.

"Maggie," said the lady, and held out her hand.

Stacy shook Maggie's hand and said, "This is Jessica."

"Hi, Maggie," I said, and firmly shook Maggie's hand. I'd learnt from meeting cockies that they liked firm handshakes and Maggie's smile indicated that she was no different.

"It's down the road a bit," said Maggie.

I wondered what was going on, but I trusted Stacy, so I said, "You sit in the front, Maggie, and I'll get in the back."

"I think it's best if you follow me in my car," said Maggie," The dogs will follow me and I don't want them on the main road so I'll load them into the back of my car."

Maggie held open the back door of an old Mercedes and the dogs jumped in the back. Maggie led us back onto the main road, a little further down, up a long driveway (covered in bluemetal gravel) to an old-style farmhouse with a high roof and fly-screened verandah surrounding most of it.

Maggie unlocked the house and showed us through. The house had: three, huge bedrooms, one with an en suite; a second bathroom; an open-plan, kitchen, dining and family room; a lounge room; walk-in pantry and my favourite, the huge fly-screened verandah.

"Wow," I said, when I saw the king-size, Iron-framed bed on the eastern side of the verandah. The mattress was still in its plastic cover and looked unused although a bit dusty. The bed had a mosquito-net hanging over it and I asked, "Are there mosquitoes here?"