Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Stacy The Slut (MF, slut)
Date: 14 Oct 1995 19:21:42 GMT

				Stacy

	When I got discharged from the army and returned home to find
my older brother had married Stacy, I almost laughed in the poor boy's
face. Stacy Hawkins had been the biggest fucking slut my high school
had ever seen. There wasn't a senior boy who hadn't nailed the slutty
little junior, counting me. I remembered the first time I fucked her,
behind the bleachers after a football game. She'd walked up to me,
grabbed my crotch and licked her lips.

	"Wanna fuck?" she had asked. I think that was the first time I
met her. I'm not quite sure. But Stacy made it clear from the start:
She was a slut, and proud of it. She told me that she didn't like to
date any one boy, that she liked to get screwed too much. She told me
that if I ever got horny, all I had to do was give her the high sign,
and she'd be happy to spread her legs and let me climb aboard.

	So when I found out that Brian had married the little tramp, I
had to fight not to laugh in his face. Brian was a nice guy... but not
very street smart. He probably had no idea that this girl was the town
pump. She was like a doorknob. Everyone had a turn.

	I had been discharged because of a knee injury I'd gotten in
the desert, and the government was sending me enough money so I didn't
have to worry about finding a job right away. Stacy and Brian had
moved back in with my mother, and since I had no place to go, I joined
them. Both Brian and my mom worked, so that left me and Stacy home
alone all day long.

	It didn't take long, either. The second day I was home I heard
Brian and Stacy fucking up a storm first thing in the morning. I
remembered her squeals and moans quite well, as well as the way her
talented, tight little cunt massaged a hard, fat cock. She was begging
him to bury his meat in her "hot cunt" and "Shoot me full of jizz, you
bastard!" Apparently, Brian did as he was asked, and filled his wife's
snapper with loads of his jizz.

	Now, I should digress here by announcing that when I was in
the service, I'd been in Korea for about eighteen months. I loved
frequenting the whores while I was there, and I liked nothing more
than finding one that had been fucking for a good twelve hours before
I showed up. Nothing turns me on more than fucking a whore who's got a
cunt-full of jizz.

	As Brian left for work, I couldn't get the thought out of my
head that my sister in law was right next door, slowly oozing jizz out
of her slutty hole. I just had to try. What the fuck, right? If she
turned me down, I could just chalk it up to post-traumatic stress. My
cock was hard and throbbing as I got up off the bed and walked down
the hall. Her bedroom door was open, and I didn't even bother
knocking. I stuck my head in and smiled.

	Stacy was on the bed, her legs spread wide, fingering her slit
and waving me in. "I was wondering how long it was going to be," she
laughed. "Come on in and fuck me."

	I got on the bed with her, and we shared a sloppy, nasty kiss.
"Hope you don't mind," she giggled, "but my husband's been here
first."

	"Not at all," I said, climbing on top of her. I filled my
hands with her firm, round breasts, and slid my cock inside her cunt
with one smooth lunge. Her legs closed around my waist and humped back
up at me.

	"So," I managed to grunt as I fucked her, "Does my brother
know what a fucking slut you are?"

	"No," she gasped back at me. "And if you want to continue
fucking me every chance you get, you won't tell him, either!" She
gasped as I twisted my hips, grinding her clit against my body. "Oh,
yeah! You know how to fuck me like I need to be fucked!" We continued
on that way for a good fifteen minutes, speeding up until neither of
us could handle it any longer. I erupted, spraying her walls with my
cum, adding it to my brothers.

	I rolled over onto my back, and Stacy followed. I could feel
the jizz leaking out of her cunt, making my groin all sticky and
nasty. I loved the feeling, and wrapped my arms around her. "Do me a
favor," I whispered, "and just let it all drain out onto me, ok?"

	"Sure," she giggled, kissing my chin. "And when it's done,
I'll clean it up with my mouth."

	"We're two of a kind, you and me."

	She just smiled. We held each other for a little while, both
of us stroking each other's body. "You know what I need from you,
right?"

	"You need me to use you like the whore you are, right? Give
you lots of hard, nasty cock all day while your husband is at work...
? That sound about right?"

	"About perfect, I'd say!"

	We slept for a little while, and when I woke up, she was gone.
I went downstairs and found her in the kitchen. She was wearing these
tiny pink panties and a matching lacy bustier. She looked delicious,
especially considering two things: One, she was wearing impossibly
high heels, and secondly, I could see a little slime trail of my cum
leaking down her legs.

	That was all I needed. I was still naked, and my cock was hard
again. She was doing some of the breakfast dishes, standing in front
of the sink. I walked up behind her, pushed her down a little, making
her stick her ass out. My hand ripped the panties off and tossed them
aside. Her wet, ready cunt gaped at me, so I jammed my cock inside and
started fucking. Stacy didn't say a word, just grunting and shoving
herself back to get more of it.

	I dumped another load inside of her and went back to bed for a
while. When I got up, it was around noon. I came downstairs to find
Stacy ready to go out. She was wearing a tight black leather miniskirt
and a tank top. The usual Slut 101 outfit, ya know.

	"Where you going?"

	"Mall. Wanna come?"

	"Sure, just let me throw some clothes on." Stacy giggled and
pointed. I looked down to see that my cock had gotten hard from her
outfit. She sauntered over to me, teetering on her heels, and knelt
before me. With a slow, wet, practiced slurp, she took me to the root
and swallowed. This was not a loving, lingering blowjob. This was
professional; she was relieving me of a load of jizz. One hand worked
my balls, one hand worked my asshole, massaging my prostate. This
woman's appetite for jizz was astounding! Not to mention the fact that
she must have been a practiced sword swallower, because she didn't
take my cock out of her throat for the entire two minutes it took for
me to blow my load. And she swallowed it all promptly, standing up and
wiping a hand across her face.

	"Well, go get ready, Greg."

	I ran back upstairs and threw some clothes on. I wondered if
Stacy had showered, or was my jizz still swimming around inside her
hole. The thought that she might be walking around with a pussy
sopping with my cum was kind of nice, kind of dirty.

	I drove us to the mall. The entire way over, Stacy sat with
her legs spread, slowly fingering her sloppy cunt. I could smell her
from where I sat, and from time to time I would lend one of my fingers
to stir her juices. Stacy just smiled at me and closed her eyes as I
felt her runny, drippy hole.

	"What are we going for, anyway?"

	"I need some new slut outfits, since I'm going to be fucking
and sucking with you. I like to wear clothes that turn you on and make
you want to fuck me. I'm glad that you're coming. You can help me pick
the things that turn you on."

	I just nodded, pleased at the turn of events. We parked when
we got there, and Stacy quickly leaned down, tugging my zipper open
and fishing my erect-again cock out. She worked slowly this time,
enjoying herself, moaning as my hand felt the back of her neck and
forced her down on my cock.

	"You're such a slut," I said to the back of her head as I
forced her face lower and lower. She just laughed around my cock and
tried to open her throat. I was getting ready to blow, and Stacy
lifted her mouth until just the head was inside. She licked at the
underside, using sloppy, fast tongue motions, and I gave her another
load. She cleaned me off, tucked me back in, and sat up, running her
tongue over her ruby-read, swollen lips.

	"Mmmm," she said. "I can never get enough."

	"Good, because I've got plenty to give."

	We found a store that specialized in the kind of clothes that
a good slut should wear: Lots of tight, clinging fabrics, sheer
dressed and short skirts, lycra and spandex, heels to the ceilings,
stockings that were incredibly kinky and sexy. Stacy power-shopped for
three hours, running her husband's credit cards to the max as the
boxes piled up. There were two salesmen there, and they moved and
hopped to help my slutty sister in law find the clothing that she
needed.

	At one point she came out wearing a bright red leather
minidress that was almost indecently short. The stockings had "FUCK MY
HOLE" written up one side, and "SEX TOY" written down the other. Her
tits were all but spilling out of the top, and she looked decedent and
completely whorish.

	"Wear that home," I instructed her, and she smiled, eager to
see the reaction of me and anyone with eyes. She finished shopping and
we carried all the boxes back to my car. Every male eye, and more than
one female one, tracked her movements as we made our way back to the
car.

	I was driving a little fast, eager to get home and tear those
clothes off of Stacy and fuck her tight little asshole. I never saw
the cop until I heard the wail of his siren and looked up to see his
roof lights in my rearview.

	"Ah, shit," I said, pulling to the side of the road.

	"Don't worry, I'll take care of this," Stacy said, getting out
of the car. She sauntered back to the cop car and leaned in the
driver's window. They talked for about two minutes, and then she came
back and nodded at me. "Let's go."

	"What the fuck happened?"

	"More like, who's the happening cop that's gonna fuck me while
you watch and wank. Or, if you want, you can jam my asshole while he
fucks my cunt. Up to you. Drive."

	I shook my head. This girl was incredible. There wasn't
anything she wouldn't do. I loved her! We made it home pretty fast,
and before I knew it, the cop was inside the house, tugging his gun
belt off as he got naked for Stacy. And then we both took her on for
about half an hour, switching holes at will, until we both came. He
came more than I did, and I loved the feeling of Stacy's full, spermy
cunthole as I slid around on the cop's cum.

	He left us, grinning as he buckled his gun belt on and watched
me lick his cum from Stacy's hole. It was a nice afternoon. Stacy
dressed up in some of the outfits she'd worn, and then I'd tear them
off and ravish her body.

	What a life.

				* * *

	The next morning, Brian fucked his wife before he left for
work. I waited about five minutes, and then walked into her bedroom.
She was naked, flat on her back, legs spread, smiling at me as I
watched my brother's cum slowly leak out of her hole. I climbed on and
slid inside her like I owned her, and Stacy fucked me back, closing
her legs around my waist as I took her.

	"So," I asked when we were finished, "what's on the schedule
for today?"

	Stacy rolled onto her stomach and hoisted her rump up. "What
say you fuck my ass while I think about it?" She was so blatant in her
needs, so obviously horny and ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. How
could you not love a girl like that? I slid my cock into her talented,
clutching asshole and began banging away as she loudly begged me to
fuck her harder and deeper still. Her snug anus was gripping my rod
like a friendly glove, and I gave into the pleasure and latched my
hands onto her tits and seriously attempted to fuck her into the
mattress.

	"I think I'd like to be gang-banged," Stacy finally announced,
after I'd emptied another load inside her butt. "Do you have any
friends you can call?"

	"Sure. Tons. Lots of guys you've already fucked, as a matter
of fact."

	"Great. Say... do any of them have a video camera?"

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