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Animal Farm II (mf, ff, orgy)
Red Wulf (Ricy of the Redwood)
Chapter 1
"It won't be long now, Stacy. Soon you'll be seeing that adults, and
people in general, tend to behave pretty much the same way with their
clothes off. I get my rocks off just trying to guess what kind of action I'm
going to see. Maybe a couple of women will come into the bedroom and go
at each other like crazy. I like to watch the wives engaged in Lesbianism,
but I like to watch a hot fucking and sucking session most of all. Maybe
we'll be lucky and two couples will be on that bed in just a mater of
minutes."
Stacy morgan didn't answer, and she didn't look at Betty Evans too
closely. She felt nervous and even a little guilty about peeking through the
bedroom window.
She must've been out of her mind to agree to accompany Betty
tonight. They had no right to spy on people engaged in sexual activities. Or
in any kind of activities, for that matter.
"We're in luck," Betty whispered. "I've seen this couple in action
before. With others as well as each other. They'll probably go down on
each other before they fuck. They always have before, anyhow, and I
know you'll get a big bang out of that. They might even do a sixty-nine
before he puts the blocks to her. He has a big cock, too. I guess I'd better
shut up and just watch, huh?"
Again Stacy didn't answer. But she was glad that Betty had
apparently decided to stop talking. Not that she thought that the couple
that had entered the bedroom could hear. It was warm, but the window
was down because of air-conditioning, and Stacy felt a little pang of regret
because she and Betty wouldn't be able to hear, also.
The man and woman both looked to be in their late thirties. He was
tall, had good-looking features, and there was a big bulge in the front of
his pants. She was quite short, had a pretty face, and her breasts were
poking her blouse way out.
Stacy continued to stare as they began to get undressed, not helping
each other with that task, but standing close and keeping their eyes on
each other as more and more flesh was revealed.
The woman's breasts - or titties, as Stacy knew Betty would call the
big twin mounds - were poking straight out even without the bra. Soon she
saw the man's cock, and it also was poking straight out.
In a matter of seconds the man and the woman were both
completely naked. Stacy failed to suppress a little gasp as the woman
dropped before the man and grabbed his thrusting cock with both hands.
Then the woman's tongue darted out and licked all around the big knob.
"She'll suck his dick," Betty whispered. "Then he'll probably lap her
pussy before they fuck. She won't blow him off all the way, of course.
That'd mean that she'd have to wait for him to get another hard-on before
they fucked. Look at that!"
Stacy was looking. She fleetingly thought that she'd put up one hell
of a fight if somebody tried to pull her away from the window. The woman
had gone down lower and was licking the man's heavy hanging testicles.
The man tapped the woman's head lightly and she pulled her face back,
her parted lips glistening wetly in the light.
The couple climbed onto the bed and Betty whispered that they were
getting where they'd be more comfortable. Stacy had figured that out by
herself. She was already getting sexy-hot from what she 'd already seen
and she hoped that she didn't cream her panties. That'd be embarrassing!
Especially if she was unable to keep Betty from knowing it.
The man got on his back. The woman got on her hands and knees and
suspended her face over his jutting cock. She licked his big knob again,
then balanced on one hand and arm while she used her other hand to hold
the hard flesh steady by grasping the thick base of the shaft.
She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the swollen glans. Stacy
could see her cheeks bulging out. But she only kept the knob in her mouth
for a few seconds. Stacy glanced at the man's face and saw his lips moving.
She assumed correctly that the woman had been told, or asked, to stop
sucking.
The woman backed off and the man parted his legs and raised his
knees. She went down and began kissing and licking his sac. She took a ball
into her mouth and sucked. Then she pushed that testicle out and sucked
the other one into her mouth. The man stroked her head, her dark hair,
and squirmed his buttocks against the mattress.
"I'd forgotten about this swapping wife liking to tongue assholes,"
Betty whispered. "She'll be giving him a good reaming soon!"
Betty had hardly finished giving the information before the woman
was performing anilingus upon the man. Stacy had seen pictures of the
intimate oral act being performed, as she had seen pictures depicting just
about every sex act imaginable, but she'd never even seen a hard cock in
the flesh before. She felt she should be disgusted with the woman, and
with herself for getting a strange kind of thrill from watching, but she
wasn't. She'd read that anything a man and a woman did sexually to give
each other pleasure was perfectly acceptable and she certainly wasn't
qualified to argue with the so-called authorities.
The man had pulled his legs up until his thighs were touching his
chest. The woman licked all over the anal region in ever smaller circles,
getting closer and closer to the puckered asshole. Stacy had a perfect view,
as did Betty, and Stacy heard Betty give a little gasp as the woman jabbed
her tongue against the knot.
"She has her tongue buried at least two inches in his asshole, Stacy!
You can bet your beautiful butt that he's enjoying it! I've had my asshole
reamed like that and I'm telling you it's a wonderful sensation!"
Stacy wasn't surprised or shocked by Betty's words. Or confession.
She knew that her comparatively new friend had been around plenty. That
was one reason why she'd been so helpful in cultivating the relationship.
She'd been, and still was, tired of just reading about sex and looking at
erotic pictures and masturbating.
She hadn't yet made up her mind - or gotten the nerve - to actually
do anything herself, but she had been getting vicarious thrills from
listening to Betty's sexy talk. Now she was glad that the pretty and
beautifully stacked girl had told her about the local swap club and had
brought her along to peek. Maybe she would go on a double date as Betty
had suggested. She could find out if Betty was really as free-wheeling
where sex was concerned as she claimed to be.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Stacy? You haven't said one word since
we started peeking!"
The shade was up about six inches and there was enough light for
Stacy to see Betty's flashing dark eyes when she turned her head. "You
know damn well I'm enjoying myself," she whispered. "Have you ever used
your tongue like that, Betty?"
Laughing low in her throat, Betty said, "Ask me no questions and I'll
tell you no lies!"
"That's answer enough," Stacy said, forcing a smile.
"You aren't disgusted with me, are you?"
"No," Stacy said, looking back into the bedroom. "What you do is your
own business, Betty, but I still want you to know that just because we're
friends doesn't mean that I'm going to change my way of life. Look. I guess
the man's going to return the favor. I guess it'd be called a favor, anyhow."
"That's what you'd call it all right," Betty said, letting out a little
laugh again. "That horny swapper's going to take time for some tit-sucking,
though!"
The man had straddled the woman after she'd gotten on her back.
One of his hands was kneading one big poking breast and he was tongueing
the other mound. Watching the male tongue jabbing around and against
the nipple, which it was easy to see had gotten hard, made Stacy vividly
aware of the way her own nipples had become stiffly erect. They were
poking out against the restraining bra and she almost wished that she was
alone. She could probably just touch her spiked breasts with her fingers
and start coming like crazy. As soon as she got home she'd finger-fuck the
hell out of herself. Stacy felt her face flush and was glad that Betty couldn't
read her feverish mind.
The man sucked the nipple and soon engulfed a goodly portion of the
firm-looking breast with his greedily sucking mouth. The woman squirmed
her ass on the mattress and used her own hands cram more flesh into the
man's mouth. Soon he moved over and lavished the same attentions upon
the other thrusting mound of taut-tipped flesh. Stacy wondered, as she had
so many times before, just how it's feel to have her own titties tongued
and sucked.
"That feels damned good, Stacy! Only it feels twice as good when both
titties are being sucked at the same time by two different fellows!"
Stacy knew that Betty couldn't really read her mind, even if it did
seem that way. She suddenly wished that she was as experienced as Betty.
The worrying about taking so many important steps would at least be
over, even if it only turned out that she had more worries of a different
kind and they were much more serious. Which was the trouble, of course.
Once a girl went all the way she could never retreat, and she'd had the
romantic dreams about saving herself for a future husband for a long, long
time.
The man left the breasts and trailed his mouth down along the
woman's squirming body. He darted his tongue around and then into the
deep belly button. Then he kissed and licked his way lower, skirting
around the short, dark pubic hairs, going out near one of her rounded hips,
and on down her inner thighs when she parted her legs.
He tongued both thighs and then ran the flat of his tongue up
through her gaping gash. She lurched upward, but he pulled away and
slipped his hands under her legs, behind her knees, and folded her legs
back until her thighs were mashed against her titties. Stacy wasn't sure
that she'd want to be placed in such a position - she'd feel so exposed - but
she found it to be a very exciting sight. She'd never had such a good look at
the intimate parts of a female body, except her own in a mirror - and in
the pictures she had hidden at home - so she fleetingly thought that
everything she was witnessing could be considered a form of sex
education. All students should be so lucky as to get such first-hand
information!
The man used his mouth and tongue on the woman's buttocks as
she'd used her mouth and tongue on his ass. He also went around in ever
smaller circles, finally licking the tiny anal opening and then penetrating it
with his stiffened tongue. His buttocks were high in the air, his prick
poking, and Stacy's attention was focused upon that hard organ part of the
time. It looked to be at least eight inches long and she was eager to see it
slip into the woman's pussy. Or into the woman's asshole, for that matter.
From reading and from pictures, Stacy knew that the big cock would go in
and up the rectum, but she didn't see either hole get plugged right away.
Because shortly after the man pulled his tongue from the squirming
woman's asshole and began performing cunnilingus, with her legs draped
over his shoulders and her ass wriggling against the mattress, another
couple entered the bedroom. They were already naked and looked to be
about the same age as the couple moving together so heatedly on the bed.
The second man already had a thrusting erection, but his cock looked
to be only about six inches long. About average, Stacy had read, but she'd
seen very few that small in the many pictures she had in a bureau drawer
in her bedroom. She almost wished that she was in her bedroom right
then. Where she could strip out of her clothes and shove a finger or two
into her own steaming snatch!
The second woman also had big breasts, but they were hanging
slightly, not unattractively, and her legs were long and shapely. Her pubic
hairs were also dark and short, parted back from her cuntal lips. She went
over to the bed and tapped the first man's bobbing head.
"I'm sure that we're going to see some gay stuff now," Betty
whispered. "Female gay stuff, that is. Because I've never seen any of the
husbands going at each other."
Betty was right. The man lifted his head and grinned at the second
woman and man. The woman he'd been lapping opened her eyes and
smiled. The man moved from between her legs, and while the second
woman was taking his place, went up and started sucking one of the first
woman's thrusting titties. The second man climbed onto the bed and began
sucking the other jutting breast.
"That's enough to make a girl cream her panties!" Betty whispered
excitedly.
Stacy didn't say anything, but she agreed one hundred percent. She
wondered if Betty was going to have an orgasm. She didn't think she
would, not without touching herself, but the crotch of her panties already
felt damp. God, what a sight! The woman's head was bobbing and her hair
was swirling as she performed the intimate oral act. The two men were
sucking on the two breasts furiously, and the woman receiving all the
lavish attention was bucking like crazy.
Animal Farm II
Chapter 2
"She's coming, Stacy! Jesus, would I ever like to be in her place! It's
really great to have a tongue and lips working away down there while two
mouths are going to town above! A lapping tongue and a sucking mouth
feels just about as great as a pistoning prick. And, to settle any curiosity
you may have, yes, I've had my cunt and clit sucked and lapped by
females as well as by males!"
"That's terrible," Stacy said, not sure that she meant it, unable to take
her eyes from the erotic tableau.
"It's terribly nice, baby! Someday you'll know how nice it really is!
Maybe not from a female, but any male with an ounce of brains and a real
desire to make a girl happy will eat pussy before pronging it!"
Stacy remained silent as both women stopped all motion and the
men pulled away. The woman that'd been doing the cuntlapping lifted her
head, licked her lips, and moved until she was kissing the other woman on
the mouth. It was obvious to Stacy that the kiss was being returned in a
very passionate manner.
One of the men said something and patted the uplifted ass of the
woman on top. She immediately lowered her body until the two female
crotches were making contact and the two pair of breasts were mashed
together. Both females began squirming together, going through the
motions of intercourse - fucking, as Betty would've bluntly stated it, Stacy
thought - and the woman on the bottom reached down and grabbed a stiff
cock in each hand.
"It's fun to give one guy a hand-job," Betty said. "Jacking off two at
the same time is really great! Not that I think she'll be allowed to keep on
until those two stiff dicks shoot off!"
"I still find it difficult to believe that those four people are married,
but not to each other," Stacy said. "Did I say that right? Anyhow, you know
what I mean."
"You'd be surprised to know just who and how many married couples
do swap around here," Betty said. "Personally, I see no harm in it. I'm sure
that most married people get bored with each other sooner or later and
what harm is there if they both agree to swap? They at least stay together
and there isn't that much difference in that and getting divorces and
marrying three, four, five, or six times like some so-called high-class
bitches in this country do."
"Maybe you're right about that, but that doesn't explain the reason
for the way those two women are going at each other."
"That's just a little extra added pleasure, Stacy! Hell, life's short and
all that stuff and I admire the hedonists and the way they think. Because
I'm one myself, I guess!"
"Maybe I'm just envious because I'm unable to let myself go the way
you can," Stacy said, finding that the talk was somehow helping her keep
herself under control. A few times she'd had the wild urge to rush off into
the darkness where she could be alone to relieve the tension that was just
as much mental as it was physical.
"You're doing just fine, Stacy. A few more days with me and my
blunt way of speaking and you'll be surprising yourself with your new
way of looking upon sex and life in general. I could sense that you weren't
really a prude, you know, or I wouldn't've bothered to try and help you
come out of your shell. Well, it looks as if they're finally going to start
fucking!"
The two women had pulled away from each other and were getting
on their backs. It didn't seem to Stacy that they'd climaxed while grinding
their cunts together. She wondered if Betty had ever done that, or used her
mouth and tongue on another female, but she was afraid to ask. Betty
might think that she was hinting that she'd like to assume what she'd read
was called the passive role in Lesbianism, and she didn't want to fool
around with the gay stuff. She might get hooked, as some females did, and
she didn't want to take any chances on anything like that happening. Not
until she'd at least had sex with a male, anyhow!
It turned out that Betty was wrong. They didn't start fucking right
away. The men went down on the women, switching back and forth a
couple of times, as the women fondled each other's titties. Stacy could tell
that the women weren't climaxing and it looked as if the men were just
kind of teasing them, getting them hot and ready for the cocks that looked
bigger all the time.
Finally, the men did mount the women, the second man taking the
first woman, the first man Stacy and Betty had seen getting between the
other woman's parted legs. The women put their hands down and did the
guiding. Both men pushed in balls deep, held there for a few seconds, then
pulled their stiff shafts out until only the knobs were embedded. Both
women lurched upward to capture all of the rigid rods and the men shoved
all the way in again, slamming the women's asses back down upon the
mattress.
Stacy had daydreamed many times about being fucked, and about
others fucking, and she thought a little wildly that at least one of her
fantasies was coming true. It was just as exciting as she'd thought it'd be.
It was beautiful, really, the rhythmical way each couple moved together.
She had all kinds of still pictures, but they paled greatly when compared to
actually witnessing sexual intercourse - fucking.
Again the men switched back and forth from woman to woman,
fucking for only a minute or two each time before they shifted, and Stacy
didn't really pay enough attention to that part of the erotic scene to know
how many times a shift was made. It was enough just to see the glistening
cocks from time to time, imagining how it'd feel to have on shoved into her
steaming snatch each time there was a change of partners - and then
wondering how it's feel to have a prick pistoning in her pulsating pussy.
Because a few times she seemed to be right on the brink of a blissful
orgasm. But she'd close her eyes and grip the window sill until her
knuckles ached and somehow keep from spasming. She was afraid that
she'd moan or cry out and she didn't want Betty to know that she was so
passionate. That pretty girl seemed surprisingly calm and cool and Stacy
knew that it'd be very embarrassing to lose control of herself.
Besides, she thought a few times, it wasn't the first time she'd been
as hot as a firecracker and couldn't or didn't do anything about it.
Sometimes she could get almost as sexy-hot sitting in a classroom and
having erotic daydreams and the wildest fantasies possible.
"They're long-lasting studs," Betty said after about ten minutes had
passed. "That's nothing unusual, though. The swapping husbands are a
sophisticated bunch, of course, and I guess it takes something really extra
to make them shoot off fast like a teen-agger. Come to think of it, I know
quite a few boys able to last and last! They're going to try something else
now."
Stacy hadn't taken her eyes from the fucking couples. The men
pulled their cocks out and walked on their hands and knees until each
glistening prick was poking directly at a waiting female mouth. The two
women licked their own cunt juices from the cocks and then the men
lowered enough to be sucked. The sucking didn't go on very long. The men
got out of the way and the women got into what Stacy had heard called the
sixty-nine position.
While the women were going down on each other, the men got down
behind them, each tongueing an asshole. That went on for a few minutes,
then the men pulled away, turned around, and each began to rub the end
of his hard cock through the crack of a female ass.
"You just might see some ass-fucking, Stacy!"
Glancing at Betty, Stacy wondered if the wanton young girl had ever
taken a cock up her rectum. Why certainly! There wasn't even any need to
ask. There probably wasn't much of anything that Betty hadn't done where
sex was concerned. Did she really want to become as freewheeling as
Betty? Betty seemed to be happy enough, that was for sure, but losing
one's virginity didn't mean that one had to become so wantonly
promiscuous as Betty so obviously was. Not, Stacy quickly told herself, that
she'd definitely made up her mind to go on a double date with Betty.
Besides, if she didn't really like the date a lot she wouldn't even consider
letting him be first to - to fuck her.
Stacy felt a shudder ripple through her entire body and it didn't
have much to do with the exciting erotic scene she was observing with
staring eyes. It had to do with her basic reluctance, and fear, of having
sexual intercourse. She'd have to stop being so wishy-washy. One moment
she had her mind made up to go all-out and let some boy fuck her, the
next moment she was frightened and making excuses . . .
"They just did that to make their cocks slippery, Stacy. With their
tools coated with cunt juice they don't have to take time to go get Vaseline
or some other lubricant. Saliva works okay, too, of course!"
The women had stopped eating each other and the men had shoved
their pricks into the pussies from the rear. They'd only made a few thrust
before withdrawing, however, and their cock were wetly glistening. Each
man placed the blunt end of his thrusting cock against a puckered anal
opening and the bed was situated in such a way that Stacy could see each
big knob pop past a tight elastic ring.
Stacy mentally flinched in sympathy with the two women. She could
see the expression of pain on their faces, and she'd experimented enough
with herself to know that the swollen glans lodged in the assholes just
about had to hurt. In her excitement while masturbating she'd often gotten
carried away with passion and shoved a finger up her own ass. She'd read
that the entire anal region was considered to be an erogenous zone and it
was certainly true with her.
But a finger wasn't like a big hard cock! She'd gotten used to her
finger, or her asshole had, and it felt good when she occasionally finger-
fucked herself there while stimulating her cunt and clit, but she didn't
think she'd want to try anything bigger than her finger. Many women
liked to be sodomized, though - as did some men - and the pained
expressions on each woman's face was turning into one of bliss.
Both cocks had slowly disappeared and the men had started slow and
steady in and almost out thrusts. They were pumping in the same tempo,
seemingly on purpose, and the women were hunching along with the
pistoning pricks. Then the women resumed the intimate oral act that's
been interrupted, really burrowing their faces into each other's crotches,
and the four moved in unison for two or three minutes.
Suddenly one man began to pump erratically, his firm-looking
buttocks moving in short jerks instead of the smooth rhythm that Stacy
had found so fascinating. Because she knew that his sperm was shooting
out of his cock into the woman's asshole. Or into her bowels.
The other man began pounding his prick into the other woman's
rectum in the same jerky manner. Both women lurched spasmodically,
seemingly trying to eat each other alive, and after a few seconds the four
collapsed and were still.
"I'm ready to go if you are, Stacy. I'm so fucking sexy-hot I can't take
it any longer without flippin' right out of my skull!"
"I'm ready," Stacy said, backing away from the window. "I'm not
exactly cool, you know!"
"If I show you how I relieve my sexual tension at times, will you
promise not to tell anybody, Stacy? You won't have to do anything - and
you won't be touched. I just want to show you a wonderful way that I get
my jollies!"
"I don't suppose I have anything to lose," Stacy said, thinking that
Betty was also an exhibitionist and wanted to be watched while
masturbating in some fashion.
Betty had also backed away from the window. She peered through
the darkness into Stacy's face. "You promise not to blab?"
"Yes," Stacy said. "Sure, I promise."
"Then let's haul ass!"
Animal Farm II
Chapter 3
Stacy and Betty were both sixteen. They both lived within a mile of
the house where they'd been peeking. All the people living in that general
area were in the "horsy set" to one degree or another.
Stacy's parents were well-to-do and had enough money to raise
thoroughbred jumpers and she and her father competed with them. Her
mother wasn't so athletically inclined and spent a great deal of her time
sulking, occasionally drinking far too much.
Betty's parents weren't as wealthy and were actually from what
people considered to be the lower rungs of the 'horsy set". They, and
similar families, kept horses just for the pleasure of riding. There was a
little friction in the high school between the two groups, and Stacy
actually represented the one set and Betty the other.
Stacy was far from being stuck up, but her parents wealth tended to
make some of the kids think that she was, and her basic shyness didn't
help matters. She'd managed to make the one friend from outside her own
set, and that friendship had been instigated mainly by Betty.
All the houses were large and were set well back from the sidewalk
and the street. They were estates, actually, and most were fenced and the
front lawns could be measured in acres instead of in footage. Most had
stables or small barns and there were alleyways for riding the horses into
the foothills not so far away.
Stacy and Betty were using the sidewalk and nothing was said for a
couple of blocks after they'd successfully gotten away from the swapping
party without being seen.
"I'm sorry you weren't able to see more action," Betty said.
"Sometimes I've ben able to see into living rooms and watch regular
orgies. You'd really get a bang out of that. I've seen as many as ten to
fifteen couples all going to town at the same time. That's usually later at
night, though, when they just forget the silly games they play to pair off
and just go at it with any available partner. You aren't sorry you came
with me, are you, Stacy?"
"No, but I think I saw enough the first time. Maybe too much!"
Betty laughed. "I noticed that you got all hot and bothered. So did I,
of course! If you hadn't been there I would've probably dropped my jeans
and panties and fingered myself off like crazy
Betty's words made Stacy curious, but she decided not to ask any
questions. It seemed strange that Betty hadn't gotten her to promise not to
blab earlier, though, and then gone ahead and masturbated while watching
the fucking and sucking. Maybe she hadn't meant that she relieved her
tension with her fingers. Maybe she pronged herself with some other
object.
Well, that sure wouldn't be anything new, Stacy thought. She'd used
just about everything from a broomstick to a banana during the past three
years or so herself. She'd never found anything that felt better than her
own finger or fingers, but she'd made that discovery just a little too late.
Experimenting one night with the handle of a hair brush, while ogling
some fuck pictures, she'd gotten so passionate that she'd destroyed the
piece of skin that was supposed to be so precocious. There hadn't been
much pain, just a sharp tingling sensation, and very little blood. There'd
been nothing too it physically, really, but mentally she'd suffered a great
deal. She could just imagine explaining to a husband some day that a hair
brush handle had gotten her maidenhead. Cherry, as Betty had called it
when she asked if she was still intact.
Stacy had been evasive by saying that she'd never had sexual
intercourse. Betty had been surprised, stating that she'd lost her cherry
when only twelve. For some reason Stacy had felt a little stupid for still
being a virgin at sixteen. As far as a cock was concerned she was a virgin,
anyway, and Betty had told her that she was a rare breed, indeed.
Betty said that if they were health nuts they could jog. Then she
added that she liked to do her exercises in a far more pleasurable way.
Stacy knew what Betty meant, but she stated that she got plenty of
exercise on horseback. "Jumping over obstacles will give just about every
muscle in your body a workout."
"Not my body," Betty said, laughing, then saying that she'd take most
of her exercise in a horizontal position. She told Stacy that she would like
to go riding with her and suggested that she get a bunch of her friends
together and that they ride up into the foothills to a lake they'd both
visited at different times.
"You could get to know some of my crowd that way, Stacy."
Stacy said that she was willing and Betty said that they'd have a lot
of fun, and then wanted to know if Stacy was interested in hearing how
she'd lost her cherry.
When Stacy gave an affirmative answer, wondering if she should tell
that a hair brush handle had gotten her cherry, thinking that that would be
good for a laugh, Betty began telling about her first sexual experience
with a partner.
It had been with a first cousin. Betty didn't think that it could really
be looked upon as incest, though. Maybe in some quarters, but she'd even
heard of first cousins getting married. Not that she'd want to marry the
cousin, George. He was already married, anyhow, but she wouldn't want to
live with him or any thing like that even if he were single. She didn't
really like him all that much.
At that point Stacy interrupted to ask if Betty had been raped. Betty
said that it was more like her raping him. George was eighteen at the
time. He'd been visiting the Evan's with his parents when Betty got her
first crack at him. She was just a kid, but she'd already started fingering
herself. Her boobies had already started to sprout, but George hadn't paid
any attention to her.
Betty thought that might've been the reason she'd gone after him.
Along with the fact that she'd happened to walk in on him in the bathroom.
George had just taken a shower and was drying himself. She didn't think
he'd left the door unlocked on purpose, because their parents were home.
He'd had a hard-on. His prick looked to be a foot long, but she'd found out
later that it was only a fraction over six inches.
Betty had known right then that she'd wanted to sample the stiff
cock. She'd been daydreaming about being fucked and had decided that that
was her chance. He'd yelled at her to get out, but she'd stood there staring
until he'd covered his poking cock with a towel. She'd then gone to her
room and masturbated while making believe her finger was George's cock.
Later that afternoon, when the two of them had happened to be left
in the house, she'd talked to him in the living room. She'd told him that she
was just nutty enough to tell her parents that he'd fucked her even if he
didn't. She'd apparently convinced his that she was telling the truth. She'd
also made him hot by stripping her clothes off right there, He'd stared, and
his prick had started poking his pants out, but he hadn't made a move
toward her.
Betty had picked up her clothes, told George that he'd better come to
her room if he didn't want to get into some serious trouble, then took off.
He'd soon appeared in her room, where she'd been stretched out on the bed.
While looking at her crotch - she already had plenty of pubic hair - he'd
told her that he'd probably be in serious trouble if he did touch her.
Betty had told George that she'd never tell anybody, meaning it at the
time, and she didn't know if she convinced him of that or if he was just so
horny he couldn't help himself. He'd shucked out of his clothes and joined
her on the bed, his stiff cock swaying from side to side.
George had surprised her. She'd thought that he'd start putting the
meat to her right away. Instead he'd made a dive for her cunt with his
mouth and tongue. God, but had that ever felt great! He'd licked her gash a
few times and then jabbed his tongue deep into her snatch. He'd tongue-
fucked her until she was humping like crazy. Then his tongue and lips had
gone to her clit. He'd grabbed her wriggling ass with his strong fingers and
lapped and sucked her passion-button until she'd had a wonderful climax.
He'd turned out to be a totally uninhibited swinger. He'd given Betty a
tongue bath. She didn't think that he'd missed a single square inch of her
entire body. He'd gotten his tongue stiff enough to get it up her asshole.
The sensation was truly fantastic. He'd gone ape over her little boobies.
He'd gotten them all in his mouth, one at a time, and sucked until she'd
almost gone off her rocker.
Finally, he'd gotten between her eagerly parted legs and she'd been
more than ready for the penetration. He'd placed the blunt end of his cock
against the slight opening between her cuntal lips and warned her that it
might hurt a little. She told him to stop stalling around and start fucking.
She'd heard before that it was supposed to hurt, so when he pushed
his stiff prick down, and in, she'd lurched upward, figuring that it'd be
better to get it over quickly.
Betty had suffered very little pain. She guessed that she'd had a very
thin piece of worthless skin. Or else she'd already punctured it with her
fingers. That first fucking session had been a wondrous experience. When
he'd blasted off and she'd felt his jism spurting and flooding her hot cunt,
she'd had a series of blissful orgasms and the delightful pleasure had gone
on and on.
A few seconds later, after Betty had stopped talking she laughed and
said, "So that's the way I lost my cherry!"
Stacy didn't say anything and Betty went on to tell about how George
had taught her other exciting things during the next few days. He hadn't
forced her to do anything. She'd wanted to suck his cock and had. She'd
really dug that. She'd liked the taste of his pecker and his sperm. He'd
talked her into letting him corn-hole her. She hadn't been all that anxious
to give it a try, and it had hurt like hell at first, but it'd turned out
to be a
very blissful sensation.
After having so much fun and pleasure with George it didn't take
Betty long to branch out and start having sex with boys closer to her own
age. Their smaller pecker had satisfied her until she'd started getting old
enough to get older fellows without making a pest of herself.
"I still see George from time to time, Stacy. When I said that I didn't
like him I meant that I don't like his personality. He has a hot-ass wife
who keeps him pretty well pooped, though, and I haven't been able to talk
him into seeing if she'd like to make the threesome scene. Hey, I'm talking
a hell of a lot huh? I guess I've mostly been trying to get up enough nerve
to tell you something that might shock you."
They'd been walking along at a fairly fast clip, side by side, and they
were nearing Betty's home. It was a two-story structure, but not as big or
imposing as Stacy's home. There was almost as much land, though - about
three acres - and the barn at the back of the property was very small,
little more than a stable. There wasn't a swimming pool, either.
"Maybe you've already shocked me enough," Stacy said, seeing that
there weren't any lights on in the house. It was only ten o'clock so she
figured that Betty's parents weren't at home.
Betty led the way around the house, toward the back. "I don't think
you're all that shocked, Stacy. Or even surprised. I'd already practically
told the same things in a nicer way, anyhow. You already knew about me
being a swinger, I mean."
Betty stopped and Stacy halted just in time to keep from bumping
into her. "There are really two things I don't want you to blab about, Stacy.
About how I sometimes relieve my sexual tensions when there isn't a boy
around and -"
"I won't do it," Stacy cunt in. "I won't have any kind of sex with you
if that's what you've been leading up to. I caught that bit about the
threesome scene you seem to want with your cousin and his wife, I mean, I
haven't been around, but that doesn't mean that I'm totally ignorant about
such things."
"I didn't bring you here to try and make you," Betty said. "Don't worry
about that for one moment. I've gone the gay route a few times for the
extra thrills, but I'm not butchy enough to go around trying to seduce
anybody."
"That's good news," Stacy said, not sure that she really meant it. She
had pictures of females going down on each other and she'd often wondered
how it'd feel to be the recipient of such a tongue-fucking even before she'd
seen the two swapping wives going at each other.
"I value our friendship too much to take a chance on destroying it,
Stacy. That's the reason I've been stalling about telling what I feel that I
must tell you before you find out from some other source. My parents are
swappers. They aren't home so they were probably at that sex party we
just left. I was almost wishing that they'd been in that bedroom so that I
could see your reaction. I must say you're taking the news quite calmly."
After a few more seconds of just staring, and there was enough light
for her to see Betty's face, Stacy said. "I'll admit that I'm surprised,
shocked, and all that, Betty. I'd hate to find out that my parents were
swappers! How long have you known about your folks?"
"About two years. From things I'd heard them say I suspected that
they were swapping. One night when I knew where they were going I
followed later. I'll admit that I was shocked when I actually saw my
father fucking one of the wives and my mother being fucked by one of the
husbands. I'll also admit that I got very excited. I fingered myself through
at least three climaxes that evening. Twice while watching my father
pistoning his big cock in and out of one of the hot-ass wives. He must have
at least eight inches."
"Do they know that you know, Betty?"
"I don't think so. We've never talked about it, anyhow. They might
suspect that I know, of course, but they're so far out when it comes to sex
that I don't think they'd even be embarrassed if I told them that I know.
But that's enough talk for now. Come along and see just how far out I am
where sex is concerned!"
Stacy followed Betty back to the small barn. Betty didn't turn the
light on until they were inside and the door was closed behind them. Then
she laughed and said that it'd be a big joke if somebody peeked in a
window at them.
"I'm not going to do anything," Stacy said.
"I just want you to watch, honey! I've kept this secret bottled up as
long as I can! I guess I'm just an exhibitionist at heart, too. Because I'd
like to go to the swapping parties and join right in. Maybe with my own
father!"
Betty had been stripping out of her clothes. They were both wearing
jeans, sweaters, and shoes. Stacy had already seen Betty in the shower
room at school. For her age, or any age for that matter, Stacy thought,
Betty was beautifully stacked. She wasn't all that tall, but she had long
and shapely legs. Her titties were big and remained high and firm and
jutting when freed of the restraining bra. Her pubic hairs were just as
dark as the hair in her head - and her ass jiggled when she walked or even
made a quick movement.
Stacy had been in the barn before. There were two riding horses and
a small pony. Betty had told Stacy that her parents had wanted to sell the
pony, but that she'd protested so much she'd been able to keep him. Stacy
soon found out why Betty had wanted to keep the well-groomed pony.
Betty had gotten the pony when he was very young and she'd called
him Pee-Wee. The name had stuck even after he'd gotten full grown and it
was still appropriate when he was compared to the other two horses.
Not looking at Stacy after she'd gotten herself naked, Betty went
over to Pee-Wee's stall. She put a halter on him and backed him out into
the passageway. She tied him to a stanchion, then got a pitchfork and
began putting fresh hay underneath him. Still not saying anything to Stacy,
or looking her way, Betty put a horse blanket on the hay that she'd stacked
about two feet high. Then she straightened and began playing with Pee-
wee's big testicles.
Stacy watched, dumfounded, as the pony's cock began to slide out of
it's sheath, and she realized that Betty was going to engage in some kind
of sexual act with the animal. Betty had already admitted to sucking and
fucking boys, including taking it up the ass, and even having sex with other
females - and now she was going to prove her admitted tendencies to be
an exhibitionist by engaging in bestiality!
The walk from the window where they'd peeked, despite the sexy
talk by Betty, had allowed Stacy's passion to simmer down a great deal.
But now, as she watched the pony's cock extending out and down at least
eighteen inches and getting hard, she felt the heat in her loins building and
spreading again.
Betty looked at Stacy, her dark eyes flashing, her fingers still busy
on the big balls. "Isn't that an exciting sight! I washed his cock late this
afternoon. That's the reason it's so clean."
Stacy agreed that it was an exciting sight, but she didn't say
anything. She even felt that she should turn tail and run like hell. But she
couldn't seem to move her feet, and wasn't even sure that she wanted to
flee. It wasn't as if she was going to do anything - and she was curious as
to just how Betty was going to go about relieving her sexual tension with
the pony's long cock.
Betty got on her knees on the bed she'd constructed out of the hay
and blanket and began caressing the long shaft. There wasn't any slime
like Stacy had seen so often, which she knew was a lubricant provided by
nature, and she successfully resisted an impulse to go over and touch the
big organ. It looked so hard and sleek and it wasn't repulsive at all.
Betty looked at Stacy, smiled, and quickly positioned herself on the
makeshift bed. She placed her crotch almost directly under the end of the
stiff shaft and wriggled her ass until the big cockhead was resting
against her cuntal lips. She was grasping the cock with both hands. She
wriggled a little more, hunched upward, and four or five inches of the
pony's prick slipped into her pussy. She began making fucking motions,
lurching upward ever higher, soon taking seven or eight inches on each
upward thrust.
Stacy could understand why the pony had been tied so that he
couldn't lift his head. He couldn't lift up to make thrusts of his own, and
she thought a little wildly that if he could really do any fucking he'd ruin
Betty forever. As it was, Betty was using her hand as well as her own body
movements to control the depth of the penetration.
Betty's face was contorted with passion. But she had her eyes open
and she looked at Stacy and spoke without faltering in the steady pace
she'd set.
"Pee-Wee can usually last a long time. But I haven't used him and his
lovely cock for a couple of days and I can tell that he'll be blasting off
soon. He recovers quickly, though, and might not even lose his hard-on
after shooting off his first load."
"Very interesting," Stacy said, feeling that she should say some
damn thing, her eyes going to Betty's thrusting titties and then back to her
cunt moving and clinging on inches and inches of the pony's long cock.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm coming! Oh, Stacy, you can't imagine how good
this feels! Oh, awwww-"
Betty's lovely buttocks bounced and wriggled wildly, and a quick
glance told Stacy that the passionate girl's eyes were tightly closed, her
white upper teeth clamped down over her full lower lip.
Stacy was steaming herself. It took all of her will power to keep
from clutching at her own crotch, her own quivering cunt. She didn't
actually have an orgasm, but she could feel the secretions adding to the
wetness of her already damp panty crotch.
In a few seconds Betty was still, her eyes open, a bright smile on
her pretty face, her hands still holding at least eight inches of the pony's
stiff cock embedded in her twat.
"Pee-Wee didn't come, Stacy. As you can see! Would you like to give
it a try?"
"No! Never!"
Betty laughed. "I think you protest too much, honey! But if you don't
want to have some far-out pleasure that beats masturbation all to hell,
then I'll take another trip and make Pee-Wee shoot his stuff!"
While speaking, Betty had started hunching again. Stacy stared at the
prick and the pussy, her mouth and throat dry, her legs weak. But she didn't
want to give her virginity to a pony!
Still she was fascinated, mesmerized by the sight. She watched the
dark shaft of hard pony cock probing deep into the delicate pink folds of
Betty's girlish pussy again and again.
Within two minutes the pony ejaculated. Stacy could tell that Betty
had another orgasm as she swiftly fucked herself up and down on the
spurting cock. The thick white sperm overflowed Betty's clinging cunt,
oozing out around the fat pony cock. Betty moaned loudly and cried out
with pleasure as the stringy stuff dripped in huge gobs onto the blanket
under her feverishly hunching buttocks.
Stacy turned, hurried to the door, opened it, and took off running.
Animal Farm II
Chapter 4
Out on the sidewalk, heading for home, Stacy slowed down to a jog.
But after jogging for a couple of blocks she slowed to a walk, no longer in
that much of a hurry, even wondering if she should go back. She should've at
least said goodbye to Betty. The uninhibited girl would understand why she'd
taken off, though - and she could always explain or apologize or some damn
thing the next day at school.
It was a little over half a mile to her home. It wasn't all that late, but
it wouldn't've made any difference if it'd been in the early morning hours.
Except for the lack of sleep, of course. She had her own key and could come
and go just about as she pleased. She could handle her mother, drunk,
drinking, or sober, and her father was always telling her to have all of the
fun she could while she was young enough to enjoy things to the fullest.
She didn't think he'd approve of the offbeat fun she'd enjoyed that
evening, though! The peeking at the swapper had been great fun, too. That
Betty! Fucking herself with a pony's cock! Pee-wee's cock was just about as
big as a large horse's, though. But she wouldn't think about that! Hell, she
might get nutty enough - or hot enough - to breeze out to the barn and do
some experimenting with the five beautiful horses out there!
The big house was dark. Deciding that her parents were out someplace,
as they never went to bed that early, Stacy thought about Betty's parents.
They were a very attractive couple and the father was always smiling at
her, flirting, really, and she wasn't surprised that they swapped. Betty's
mother was something like Betty, a sexy-looking chick, and Betty was very
broadminded to accept the truth about her parents without even telling
them that she knew. She'd at least tell them how terrible she thought they
were, Stacy thought. Not that her mother and father would do such a thing!
There was a combination cook and housekeeper, but she didn't sleep in.
Stacy locked the front door behind her, then checked in the living room to
make sure that her parents hadn't passed out on a couch - or on the carpet.
Sometimes her father went out in the evening alone, but Stacy didn't bother
to check the bedroom her parents used to see if they or her mother had gone
to bed early.
She hurried upstairs to her room, closed and locked the door, and
turned the light on. She couldn't remember the last time her mother or her
father had been into her room, as she had her own alarm clock, but she
didn't want to take any chances of being caught doing what she just had to
do.
Stacy pulled the shades down over the two windows. There weren't
any other houses close by, but there was always the chance that somebody
could be spying with a pair of binoculars. She didn't like the idea that she
might be watched, even if she had just engaged in and enjoyed voyeurisiam
for the first time.
While stripping out of her clothes, Stacy decided that she wouldn't
bother to get her collection of pictures. They were hidden under some
clothes in a bureau drawer, and she'd spent many enjoyable hours looking at
the vivid sex acts depicted in the brochures put out by the mail-order
houses.
Her father was on many mailing lists, apparently, because he received
many envelopes through the mail with "sexually oriented ad" printed on
them. She'd seen him open such envelopes, then, after glancing at the
contents, tear them into small pieces and toss them into the waste paper
basket. She'd spent hours putting the brochures back together like a jigsaw
puzzle until she'd decided that he wouldn't miss the majority of such erotic
advertisements if she simply beat him to them. She let him receive enough
so that he wouldn't get wise to what she was doing and she still got a kick
out of going through the waste paper basket in his study.
Stacy had read where so-called authorities stated that females
weren't supposed to get turned on by observing pictures and reading about
sexual activities, and had decided that she was the exception that proved
the rule. Because she enjoyed looking at and reading such erotic material
even when she didn't follow through with a blissful masturbating session.
Going into the adjoining bathroom to answer a different call from
nature as soon as she was naked, Stacy soon came out and paused before a
full-length mirror. She didn't think that it was a true case of narcissism
just because she kept checking out the development of her body. She'd been
doing it since she'd been a small girl.
She certainly didn't hate her body, but she didn't really love it, either
- although, she did sometimes feel that certain parts of it were somehow
detached from her real self, her mind, her brain. She was always getting
what she was sure some people might think were crazy ideas, but she
figured that basically she was just as rational as the average person.
She was a natural blonde. She had blue eyes and she'd heard many
remarks about them and her features being beautiful. Her handsome father,
for one, had told her that many times. She was tall and slender, her ass was
full and firm, and her legs were long and shapely. Her tits were about
medium-sized, round and firm, and riding high on her chest. All in all she
was pleased with her appearance, naked or dressed, and she knew it was her
own fault she was seldom asked for a date. She was cool and aloof around
boys, outwardly, anyway, and that was because she was afraid she'd really
go all-out if she allowed more than a few mild kisses.
Turning from the mirror, leaving the overhead light on, Stacy went
over and stretched out on the bed on her back. She closed her eyes and began
fondling her thrusting breasts. The nipples were small and pointed, much
smaller than Betty's, and they were sensitive because of the many times
they'd been stimulated.
They became erect immediately and she rolled each hard, stiff spike
between thumb and forefinger. Delightful little sensations of pleasure
rippled back and forth between them and her cunt, and she let the erotic
scenes she'd witnessed that evening flash through her mind.
She started with Betty fucking the pony's long cock and worked
backward. She remembered most of what Betty had said about the cousin,
what they'd done, and again thought about Betty's father. Betty had actually
seen her father's cock! About eight inches, she'd said. And Betty had seen it
going in and out of a woman's cunt. Betty had seen her mother being fucked,
too!
Stacy trailed her hands down along her slowly squirming body, parted
her legs, and caressed her sleek inner thighs. The foursome action had
really been wildly exciting. The men tonguing the women's cunts, the women
going down on each other, the men fucking the women in their pussies and in
their assholes - all had made the many pictures she'd seen pale in
comparison. The fact that the four had been married swappers had made it
all the more exciting - and still did. And to think that Betty's mother and
father were in another part of the house sexing it up, swapping, sucking,
fucking, maybe even involved in group sex!
Stacy moved the fingers of both hands higher, running the very ends of
her finger through the silky pubic hairs, squirming her ass against the
mattress as she anticipated the thrilling pleasure soon to be hers. She
gradually increased the contact of her fingers on the outer cuntal lips,
parting the curling blonde hairs, then gently rubbing the inner lips, and just
as gently playing with the entrance of her vagina itself.
She slowly massaged the inner lips and the entire area around her
clitoris. That sensitive organ was erect, long since having left the hood
that hid it in its quiescent state, and the stimulation by her fingers
produced a friction between the hood and the clitoris that was totally
arousing.
Again thinking of the way Betty had bounced and bucked on the end of
the pony's stiff cock, Stacy eased the tip of her finger into the hot slippery
opening of her vagina. Thinking of the pony's thick cock probing into Betty's
slippery pink gash she slowly shoved the middle finger on her right hand
deep into her palpitating pussy and began finger-fucking herself, all of the
scenes she'd observed seeming to blur together in her feverish mind, and the
sexual stimulation produced a series of changes in almost every part of her
body.
Her heart beat faster, her pulse quickened, her blood pressure rose,
there was an increased flow of blood to her cunt. At the same time there
was heightening of nervous tension that affected her entire body. She
moaned and tossed on the bed, flailing her legs, gasping, moving with the
pronging finger, clamping down on the digit with her inner cunt muscles.
Stacy let out a little cry as an orgasm gripped her body. She tingled
all over as wave after wave of blissful pleasure spread throughout her
entire being. And she thought of the pony's sperm overflowing Betty's cunt
as she suddenly went limp and left her finger buried in her own twitching
and juicy cunt.
Recovering within a couple of minutes, Stacy still wasn't satisfied.
But she removed her finger from her succulent twat, swung from the bed,
and went into the bathroom. She took a shower, gave herself a brisk
rubdown, and brushed her teeth. Back in the bedroom, she sat at the dressing
table and gave her long blonde hair the usual one hundred strikes with the
hair brush.
She set the alarm clock, turned the light out, remained naked, and
crawled under the top sheet on the bed. She turned over on her side and tried
to make her mind go blank, the way she usually managed to go to sleep right
away.
But the mental pictures of the many erotic sights she'd so recently
observed wouldn't go away. She finally turned over on her back and began
fondling her breasts. The nipples got stiff just as soon as she touched them.
Knowing that she should get to sleep as soon as possible, she only
stimulated the hard tips a few seconds before sliding her hands on down to
her quivering cunt.
She slipped a finger into the hot hole, wiggled it deep into the moist
clinging flesh and slowly moved it in and out. Again she thought of cocks
and cunts and the jism that'd spurted out of the long horse cock. Soon she
was moving wantonly, drifting out and away from herself - caring for
nothing except what was about to happen, thrilling as it did happen again
and again and again . . .
Animal Farm II
Chapter 5
Stacy's father usually dropped her off at school on the way to his
office. He was a stock broker, but he also owned a great deal of rental
property. He was liked by just about everybody, Stacy knew, and she had
guilty feeling at times because she liked him so much.
She'd read where it wasn't unusual for a girl to have a kind of crush on
her father, especially when very young, but she felt that at sixteen it was
time that she got foolish - and wicked - thoughts out of her mind. Not that
her handsome father had ever given her any real reason for her to be
attracted to him in a physical way.
They'd been buddies ever since she could remember, and she knew that
he'd always wanted a son, but he didn't actually treat her like a boy. He was
proud of her as a girl, and showed it in many ways, but never put his hands
on her or anything like that. He did compliment her on her figure quite often
when they were swimming in the pool, but he'd never made any wise cracks
during the years she'd been filling out and losing her baby fat.
He was forty, and her mother was the same age, but they both looked
much younger. He was tall and had broad shoulders and a slim waist. He
looked great in swim trunks and what she'd heard called a "basket" was
quite big. There wasn't any doubt about him being well-endowed between
his muscular legs - and his body wasn't very hairy. He had blonde hair and
blue eyes.
Her mother hadn't been cheated in the looks department, either. She
was also tall and had a very nice shape. Her hair and eyes were brown. Stacy
liked her mother, but not as much as she did her father. Her mother had
always been a little cool toward her, but she didn't think it was because she
and her father were so close. Her mother was a little strange, really, and
she'd stopped giving much thought to that fact.
Stacy didn't see Betty until the lunch hour. They usually ate lunch
together in the school cafeteria. She worried all morning, what she should
say or how she should act after seeing Betty having sex with the pony, but
she needn't have worried. Betty just laughed when she saw her and asked
how she'd relieved her tension.
"With my finger, as usual," Stacy said, smiling, glad that what'd
happened hadn't made it difficult for them to talk to each other. "I'm sorry
that I hauled ass like that, Betty, but after watching the swappers and then
you with the pony - well, I just couldn't take any more."
"That's okay," Betty said. "I understand and I'm just glad that you don't
seem to be disgusted with me. You aren't, are you?"
"No," Stacy said. "Like I said before, what you do is your own business,
Betty, and I just wish that I had the nerve to let myself go like you can. In
some ways, anyhow! I'm not sure that I could ever do anything like that with
any kind of an animal."
"I know how you can really prove that you still like me no matter what
I did or do, Stacy. How about double dating with me tonight? I'll get a couple
of guys and we'll go to a drive-in movie."
Stacy hesitated, then said, "All right. Who will you get for me? I don't
want some rough boy who'll paw me instead of watching the movie."
"Let me surprise you," Betty said. "I'll get an older guy. One around
eighteen. Somebody with enough sense to treat a girl only the way she
wants to be treated. Is that all right?"
"I guess so," Stacy said. "Yes."
Stacy couldn't keep her mind on her schoolwork that afternoon. She'd
seen many boys hanging around Betty, and knew that the sexy girl dated
many different guys, but she kept trying to guess which one might be her
date that evening. She'd had very few dates in her life; she could almost
count the times she'd even gone to a school dance with a fellow, and she
was nervous and excited at the same time at the thought of double dating
with Betty.
She figured that Betty would at least do some hot necking and she
didn't want to freeze up and sit there like a bump on a log or some damn
thing. Maybe she'd let her date at least cop some feels and maybe she'd even
go further than that. If she liked him, of course.
Stacy also had trouble keeping her mind on her studies because of
thinking about the exciting events of the night before. She'd masturbated
herself to sleep, actually, and now she was just as sexy-hot as ever. It was
a good thing that she wasn't like a boy, she thought. At least she didn't have
to worry about her excitement showing in the classroom. She'd seen boys
get erections and ask to be excused to go to the rest room. She'd always
figured that they'd gone to masturbate. Or jack-off, as she knew it was
usually called.
While thinking along those lines, Stacy decided that she'd do
something that she'd never done before. She'd often gotten hot as hell during
school hours but she'd always managed to wait until she got home. She
wondered if she was becoming some kind of a sex nut, but that didn't
prevent her from raising her hand and getting excused.
There wasn't anybody else in the rest room. Stacy went all the way to
the back and entered a stall. She slipped the lock bar into place and sat
down on the toilet with the cover down. She was wearing a short, tight
shirt, but she didn't think she dared take it off.
By spreading her legs she did manage to get her hand to her panty
crotch. The panties were very tight and she decided to take them off when
she had difficulty getting her finger between the brief garment and her
inner thigh. Standing, she wriggled her tight skirt up over her hips and
stepped out of panties. She wasn't wearing any stockings and so was now
naked from the waist down. She hung the panties on the hook on the inside
of the stall door and sat back down.
Now, unrestrained by skirt and panties, she was able to open her legs
wide. She stroked her smooth thighs lovingly, trailing her finger tips gently
up and down the cool sensitive flesh.
She wished that she had time to play with her breasts, her already
erect nipples, but she knew that she couldn't be gone from the class room
longer than a few minutes without taking a chance on being questioned.
Abandoning the smooth surface of her thighs she moved her attentions
to her crotch. She found the whole area already slippery with the juices of
anticipated excitant. She made sure that the hairs were parted back from
her moist cuntal lips using the slippery fluids to moisten them and paste
them back. A few times in the past she'd gotten careless in her haste to
give herself satisfaction and a hair had entered with her finger. The hair
had scratched the tender tissues and it'd been quite painful afterward.
She spread the slippery, soft lips and traced a fingertip from episium
to clitoris.
She wished she had a mirror to prop between her thighs as she
sometime did at home. With the aid of a mirror she had examined herself in
great detail several times. Now however it was not a clinical inspection
she desired but an erotic view of her beautiful little quim as she opened it
and probed it.
Shoving a finger into her wet cunt, Stacy probed deep, clamping her
inner muscles around the invader, hunching forward until her ass was on the
very edge of the seat. Slowly finger-fucking herself, thrilling to the
delightful sensation, she thought about how wonderful it'd just have to feel
to have a hard prick sliding in and out of her tingling twat. Maybe she'd
finally find the nerve to give it a try that very night!
She moved her slippery finger higher and flipped her erect clit. Maybe
her date would use his tongue on her if she allowed him to. That'd
undoubtedly feel great, super, and the fellows Betty dated probably
performed cunnilingus without any qualms at all. A date would just about
insist upon fucking her if she went that far, though, and by diddly damn she
just might let him!
Betty had admitted to letting females as well as males go down on
her. It was almost a sure thing that she sucked cocks, but did she also
assume the aggressive role in Lesbian sex? Maybe Betty would go down on
her!
Stacy was breathing hard and gritted her teeth to keep from moaning
as the single slippery digit jabbed with quickening pace. She didn't think
anybody had entered the rest room, but there wasn't any way she could be
sure of that without getting up and looking. It'd be embarrassing as hell to
get caught frigging herself. Nobody could see her in the stall, though -
except for her feet and legs - and it'd just look as if she were taking a crap.
She'd stopped the movement of her finger while balanced right on the
brink of an orgasm. She resumed her finger-fucking, using two fingers now,
jabbing hard, probing deep, at the same time making contact with her
stiffened clitoris. That passion-button seemed to be vibrating like crazy -
and she closed her eyes and hunched wildly as the blissful spasms began.
It took a couple of minutes to recover. She started to wipe her finger
on the toilet tissue. Looking at the wet digit, she wondered how her juices
would taste. It wasn't the first time she'd been curious, but something
about the fact that she'd seen both males and females lapping a cunt caused
her to impulsively lift her glistening finger to her mouth.
The faint odor renewed her excitement. Feeling very daring, she
dabbed the tip of her tongue against her rapidly drying finger. Unable to
really taste anything that way, she licked some of the juice off. The vaginal
fluids tasted both sweet and salty. Not bad at all, she thought, surprised
that she didn't feel depraved for tasting her juices. She didn't think the
experience was unique with her, though, and it wasn't like getting the fluids
from another girl in her mouth.
Wiping her finger and her cuntal lips with tissue, Stacy flushed the
toilet and put her panties on. She wasn't really satisfied, and after seeing
all the action the night before she didn't think she'd ever really be satisfied
from masturbating again.
Leaving the stall, and seeing that nobody had entered, or if they had
that they'd left, she quickly washed her hands in one of the wash basins. She
made it back to the classroom and her desk without comment from the
young female teacher, so she knew that she hadn't been gone too long.
The rest of the day dragged, but she managed to do her usual excellent
work, and was even complimented by her history teacher for an essay she'd
written on the Civil War.
Stacy usually rode the school bus home. Betty was waiting for her
with two boys. Or young men. Because they were both eighteen. Stacy knew
from seeing their names in the paper having to do with their exploits on the
football field.
Betty introduced them as Phil and Al, but Stacy knew that their full
names were Phil Townsend and Al Stewart. They were both good-looking,
both muscular, and Phil had light-brown hair and eyes, while Al had dark
hair and eyes.
It turned out that Al was to be Stacy's date that evening. Phil had a
car, a late-model Chevy, and Betty said that the guys were going to take
them home. Stacy sat in the back with Al and managed to keep up her share
of the conversation with him, which was limited, and he didn't sit all that
close or try to get fresh with word or deed.
Betty sat close to Phil as he drove, and they carried on an animated
conversation in whispers. Stacy sensed that they were talking about her
part of the time, Just as she sensed that Betty had told Al that she hadn't
been around much and to take it easy.
Stacy was dropped off at her house first and she promised to be ready
at seven-thirty. She went for a swim in the pool before dinner and ended up
eating alone. Her father called and said that he'd be late because of business
and her mother had been drinking too much to even get to the table.
The cook-housekeeper served the usual good meal and Stacy didn't
bother to apologize for her mother. She did a little homework, told her
mother that she was going to visit Betty when it was time to go, and went
out and stood on the sidewalk to wait.
Her father drove up before Betty and the two boys arrived. He stopped
and she told him where she was going.
"That's great, Stacy. You should go out and have fun while you're young.
I'm glad you've finally decided to date. Your mother and I have worried a
great deal about you not seeming to like boys, you know."
"No, I didn't know," Stacy said. "And I wouldn't say that I've ever
disliked boys. It's just that I've been more interested in things other than
dating, I guess. Like horseback riding, jumping, and swimming, for instance.
"Maybe I've monopolized too much of your time, Stacy. Is that the right
word? Anyway, have a good time this evening and I'd better get on tho the
house and tell your mother to get ready for what I have planned for the
night."
"Mom's drunk," Stacy said.
"Your mother has her problems, honey. Or she thinks she has, anyhow.
Maybe someday you and I can talk about it and I'll be able to make you
understand why she drinks so much. Have a good time, baby."
Stacy's father smiled, waved and drove the car on toward the house.
Puzzled, Stacy wished that she'd had time to ask some questions, but Phil
and Al and Betty arrived - and her thoughts were turned inward as she
wondered what her father would think if he knew just what kind of a good
time she hoped to get the nerve to have that evening . . .
Animal Farm II
Chapter 6
Almost from the moment Phil parked the car at the drive-in Stacy
knew that seeing a movie was the last thing Phil and Betty were
interested in. And the same was true of Al, she was sure. Because the
speaker wasn't even turned up loud enough to be heard.
She didn't really care about that, though. It was a Western and she
figured that to see one such epic was to see them all. Besides, by the way
Betty and Phil had started necking it looked as if they might put on a much
better show.
Betty was wearing a dress, as Stacy was, and Phil's hand was
already caressing Betty's thighs where the hem had hiked high. Stacy
leaned back and didn't move away when Al moved close and put his arm
over her shoulder. She turned her face toward him and he mashed his
mouth against hers.
Al's tongue darted out and licked back and forth across Stacy's teeth
and one of his hands grabbed a breast and squeezed. She pulled her mouth
away and pushed his hand from the mound that'd instantly got taut-tipped
and tingly.
"Take it easy, Al! I don't even know you yet!"
"I'm sorry! I forgot about you being such an innocent kid! That's the
label Betty put on you, anyhow."
Betty pulled her mouth from Phil's and looked into the back. "Don't
come on so damned fast, Al. Give Stacy a chance to get in the mood, for
Christ's sake!"
"It's more for Al's sake," Phil said, chuckling. "Come on, Betty. Give
me the works. That should be enough to at least get Stacy in the mood for
some harmless necking."
Al had pulled away from Stacy, seemingly pouting, and Stacy was
sorry that she'd reacted the way she had. It was mostly from habit. She'd
liked Al's kissing, his mouth tasted of peppermint, but she'd always
backed away from French-kissing with the few boys she had kissed.
There was a short silence, uncomfortable for Stacy, as she'd told
herself that she wasn't going to be like she'd always been, and it was a
little shocking to hear Betty say that she was really hungry for some cock.
Phil said, "There it is, baby. All primed and ready!"
Betty leaned her head into Phil's lap and Stacy couldn't resist the
urge to move forward to the edge of the seat for a better look. There was
enough light for her to see quite plainly. Betty was licking up and down on
just about the entire length of Phil's thrusting cock.
There weren't any other cars parked close by - not on each side, at
least - and Stacy felt that it was a good thing. She'd hate to be arrested on
a morals charge. But she'd heard drive-in movies described as passion-pits
so she guessed it was safe enough. If she could just stop being so afraid
and force herself to become directly involved . . .
"God, but that feel great, Betty! You're a cocksucker from the word
go, baby, and the best, but you'd better take it easy if you don't want me
flooding your greedy mouth! Let me do you before I come!"
Betty had taken just about all of Phil's hard cock into her mouth and
then had started sucking up and down on almost the entire length of the
stiff shaft. Staring, fascinated, her own passion soaring, Stacy had felt Al
move over beside her. He was also watching Betty suck Phil's cock, but he
didn't touch Stacy wit his hands.
Lifting her head, Betty settled back on the seat, her ass on the very
edge. Phil slipped from under the steering wheel and got on his knees on
the floorboards between Betty's legs. Betty pulled the hem of her dress up
even higher on her thighs, lifted her ass, and quickly got the dress up
around her waist. That left her lush lower body completely exposed, as she
wasn't wearing panties. Talk about being prepared! Stacy thought.
Phil lowered his face and jabbed the tip of his tongue around her
cuntal lips. Then he used his fingers to spread those puffy lips. Betty
moaned as he licked up through her gaping gash. Stacy felt Al's hand on her
lower thigh, the one nearest him, and she didn't pull away.
Phil mashed his mouth against Betty's cunt and she let out a little
gasp. Stacy knew that Phil had shoved his tongue into Betty's pussy and
she was sure that he was lapping and maybe sucking on Betty's clitoris.
Betty grabbed Phil's hair, his bobbing head, and dug her fingers into
his scalp. Stacy could hear the slurpy sounds being made by Phil's mouth
and tongue. She felt Al's hand sliding higher on her thigh, under her dress,
and she didn't protest.
"I'm coming!" Betty suddenly blurted, lurching upward. "Oh, Stacy, you
don't know how wonderful this feels or you couldn't keep from trying it!"
Stacy's inner cunt muscles were quivering. But she put a hand on Al's
and kept him from moving it over to her crotch. She didn't want him to
finger-fuck her. Not through her damp panties, anyhow!
Betty let out a series of little cries. She'd settled her ass back down
upon the seat and was squirming while clutching at Phil's head. He was
gripping her hips with his fingers. Betty sagged limply and when Phil
lifted his head there was enough light for Stacy to see that his lips were
glistening with Betty's cunt juices. He licked his lips and Stacy
remembered that her own juices hadn't tasted bad at all.
"Can you fuck me without coming, Phil? If you can, put it in and give
me a few fast strokes. Then I'll blow you and I won't be messy."
"That'll give me a chance to practice my self-control," Phil said,
chuckling. "But I can't give you many strokes fast or slow without blasting
off!"
While speaking Phil had been moving into position, aiming his poking
prick at Betty's pussy. She used one hand to place the blunt end where she
wanted it and then moved her hand out of the way. Phil shoved his hard
cock all the way in with one quick motion. Betty gasped and Stacy allowed
Al to move his hand over and cup her crotch. One finger scratched at her
panties and she thought that she was going to climax because of that
comparatively simple contact.
Phil pumped for maybe thirty seconds and then withdrew. He moved
quickly, flopping his ass down on the seat next to Betty, his cock thrusting
stiffly and glistening with Betty's juices. Stacy fleetingly thought that
there was more room in the back of the car, then wondered if she really
wanted to use it. She guessed she'd let Al tongue her steaming snatch if
he'd be satisfied to do just that.
Betty leaned over and took the wet cockhead into her mouth. She
sucked furiously, slipping one hand inside Phil's pants and grabbing his
balls. He grabbed her head within a few seconds, blurted out that he was
coming, and lurched upward, jamming his cock deep into Betty's throat.
Stacy couldn't see much then, as Betty's head was blocking her view,
but she knew that Phil's cock was spurting - and was easy to tell that
Betty was swallowing the sperm. Betty kept sucking until Phil pushed her
away and Stacy could see that his cock was getting soft.
"I can't take much more of this, Stacy! You could at least let me get
my hand on your twat and you could be a good sport and jack me off!"
Al's mouth was close to Stacy's ear and his breath was warm. He'd
shoved his finger hard enough so that part of it and her thin panties were
jammed between her pussy lips. She was actually nearing an orgasm.
Before she could tell him that she was willing to remove her panties and
let him tongue her, Betty turned around and spoke.
"Stacy, you might hate me now for what I'm going to say, but I really
believe that it'll help you and that you'll thank me later. I think that a
degree of force should sometimes be used to break down a girl's
puritanical morals and inhibitions so that she can learn to appreciate the
delights of sex. Phil, get back there and help Al! And, Stacy, if you raise
too much hell we'll kick your ass out and let you get home the best way
you can!"
"I never go for using force!" Phil protested. "I'm not about to rape
anybody, Betty!"
Al pulled away from Stacy and removed his hand from her crotch. "I
don't go for rape, either!"
"I don't want you guys to actually rape her," Betty said. "Hell, just
work on her until she gets so hot she'll be willing and eager to do just
about anything. If you give her a good going over I'll bet that she'll
practically be begging for at least some tongue!"
Stacy didn't say anything. She didn't want to walk home. She hadn't
brought any money with her and she didn't want to hitchhike. She was glad
that Betty had taken charge of the situation, really, because it made it so
much easier to accept what she wanted to happen. She sensed that Betty
was using a little psychology - just as she was sure that if she really
raised enough hell nothing would happen to her and she'd be taken home.
Phil zipped his pants, got out of the car, and then got in the back.
Stacy was in the middle. She leaned back and said that she wasn't going to
fight but that she wasn't going to help, either. Betty told the boys to strip
Stacy naked, adding that she'd keep a look-out.
Stacy was secretly glad that she was going to be naked. She wanted
to have both of her throbbing titties sucked on at the same time. She was
so sexy-hot she was ready for just about anything. She already felt as if
she could start coming and never stop.
Al and Phil were very excited and therefore a little awkward, but
they managed to get her dress off without doing it any harm. She moved
helpfully to prevent just that, and was sure that if she didn't want to have
sex she wouldn't have done that much.
As soon as they had her bra off, and she'd again moved her arms
helpfully, Al went for one thrusting, hard-tipped breast and Phil went for
the other poking mound. The sensation was just as wonderful as she'd
thought so many times that it would be. Within thirty seconds after a
sucking mouth and lapping tongue made contact with each of her throbbing
titties she was gripped in the throes of a blissful orgasm.
She moaned and squirmed her ass on the seat and dimly wished that
they'd removed her panties and at least shoved a finger into her
palpitating pussy. But they'd be doing other exciting things when they
stopped sucking on her tingling tits - and in case they didn't, she'd tell
them to!
Al moved his mouth to Stacy's mouth just before she stopped
spasming. She returned his passionate kiss and even admitted his hot
tongue. Then she sucked on the slippery oral instrument until he pulled it
from her mouth.
Their hands were roaming all over and her entire body seemed to be
one great erogenous zone. Because each place that was touched caused her
to react with blissful feelings of sexual pleasure.
As soon as Al pulled his mouth and tongue from hers Phil was right
there to take his place. She returned Phil's tongue-probing kiss just as
passionately, even though she'd sagged limply. She was still hot, even
though she'd climaxed.
Phil returned to her throbbing breasts, kneading one spiked mound
while he sucked on the other, and Al got on his knees on the floor and
began tugging her panties off. She lifted her ass and then moved her legs
so that he could peel the thin garment down and off.
Al got between her legs and began kissing and licking her inner
thighs. She saw that Betty was watching, obviously with great
excitement, and it dawned on her that she'd just kissed Phil and lashed her
tongue with his and he'd recently had his tongue in Betty's twat. But she
guessed that too much time had passed for the taste of Betty's juices to
remain.
Stacy's thoughts were broken off as Al slithered his tongue between
her moist cuntal lips and probed deep. She moaned and lurched upward as
she thrilled to the truly delightful sensation. Al took the opportunity to
slip his hands under and grab an ass cheek with each one.
She dropped her buttocks back down on his hands and he kneaded her
ass with his fingers as he tongue-fucked her. He swabbed the walls of her
quivering cunt with the flat of his tongue and she started the mad dash
toward another climax.
"It does feel great, doesn't it, Stacy! Al's damned good with his
tongue, I know - and so is Phil, for that matter!"
Stacy didn't answer. She knew that the way she was hunching along
with Al's mouth and tongue was answer enough. Besides, she didn't think
that mere words could ever describe or do justice to the tremendously
wonderful pleasure she was experiencing. She hazily wondered why the
hell she'd waited so long to give in to her desires. And there was more yet
to come! She wanted to be fucked by Al - and by Phil, if he could get
another hard-on.
Betty had turned sideways on the front seat, her head turned, her
eyes on Al's bobbing head. She reached out and rubbed the back of Al's neck
with one hand. Her other hand was out of sight, seemingly in her lap, and
Stacy decided that Betty might be finger-fucking herself.
Phil pulled his greedy mouth from the hard-nippled breast he was
sucking on at the moment and asked Stacy if she was about to come.
Almost at that same instant Al's tongue went to Stacy's stiffened clitoris.
The lapping, and then the sucking as the lips clamped down and around on
her elongated passion-button, caused Stacy to start lurching and bucking
and wriggling through a thrilling orgasm.
That was answer enough for Phil. Keeping right on squeezing one of
her throbbing titties, he lifted and mashed his open mouth to hers. He
darted his tongue and she met it with her own. She probed his hot mouth
with her tongue, then Phil's tongue was darting in and out of her mouth in
practically the same rhythm as Al's tongue was darting in and out of her
twitching pussy. Again she sagged limply, and again she was still hot,
even though she'd experienced just about the best climax ever.
Both tongues were pulled from the two places at just about the same
time. Al got out from between Stacy's legs and Phil went down on his
knees. While Phil was getting between Stacy's legs Al was moving up onto
the seat beside Stacy. She accepted Al's wet lips and then his tongue,
getting a special thrill out of the taste and the fact that she was sucking
on a tongue that's just probed her cunt.
Phil licked her wet gash and sucked around on the outer cuntal lips.
He even nibbled with his teeth before snaking his hot tongue into her
equally hot twat. Al broke the passionate, tongue-probing kiss and moved
his mouth down to one of her spiked breasts. Since she'd already had two
delightful orgasms Stacy was able to coast along, enjoying the lavish oral
attentions to the utmost, but no longer so deliriously passionate that she
was half out of her mind.
"I hope you aren't angry with me, Stacy!"
There wasn't enough light for Stacy to see Betty's eyes, but she
could see that Betty's expression was serious.
"No, Betty, I might be sorry later, but I'm not angry with you or with
anybody else."
"That takes a load off my mind," Betty said. "Even if I was sure that
if I told the guys to apply a little pressure on you it'd turn out this way. I
guess you're ready to be fucked now."
Al pulled his mouth from Stacy's throbbing breast and said that it
might be a little messy in the car. "Besides," he added, "I've never had the
desire to pop a girl's cherry. I'm not even sure that I want to take the
responsibility."
Phil pulled his mouth and tongue from Stacy's clit and cunt, lifted
his head, and licked his wet lips. "I'm not going to force you to take me on,
Stacy, but I'll give you your first fuck if you'll tell me in front of these
witnesses that you want me to."
Stacy was glad that Phil had stopped lapping her cunt. She'd been
getting close to starting the blissful dash toward another orgasm and she
didn't want to make such an important decision while she had a tongue in
her pussy. Why shouldn't she go all the way? She wanted to feel a cock
inside her cunt and she was no longer all that innocent, anyhow.
"I have a confession to make," Stacy said, suddenly wanting to be
fucked more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life. "I really don't
have a cherry. Oh, I've never had a cock jammed in there, but I've been
masturbating for a long time and once I used a handle of a hair brush and
got a little rough."
Phil chuckled and said that was what he called honesty. Then he said
that since he was already in position he'd do the honors if it was all right
with Stacy.
Al protested, saying that he was Stacy's date and that Phil had
already fucked and been sucked off by Betty and that his nuts were
starting to ache.
Betty said that it was only fair that Al got first crack at his date
and that maybe Stacy would give both of them a piece of ass.
Saying that he didn't mind taking seconds, and that it wouldn't be the
first time he'd banged a wet pussy, Phil moved from between Stacy's legs.
As Al quickly got down and took Phil's place, Betty told Stacy that maybe
she'd better give a verbal okay so that there wouldn't be any yelling about
rape later.
"Just so I don't have to take a cock into my mouth," Stacy said. "I
don't think I'm ready to try that and I may never be."
Al had been hurriedly lowering his pants and shorts. Stacy couldn't
see his cock, because of the darkness and the position he was in, but Phil
had lifted and was sitting beside her, his cock out in the open and stiffly
thrusting. She decided that he must've taken it out while he was going
down on her. She resisted the impulse to reach out and touch the poking
organ, wondering if it'd feel as hard as it looked, then telling herself that
once she'd actually been fucked she might lose the last of her inhibitions.
Stacy wasn't all that nervous once she'd made up her mind that she
definitely wanted to be fucked. That was partly because she'd already had
two different tongues in her cunt, she thought - and partly because when
she made up her mind to do something she usually did it.
Al snuggled in close and told Stacy to shove her ass out a little
closer to the edge of the seat cushion. She obeyed and that caused most of
her weight to be on her back and shoulders. She thought about putting her
hand down to do guiding, but she hesitated too long.
"I'll take it easy," Al said, placing the blunt end of his stiff cock
against the crack between her cuntal lips. "Not that I think I'm going to
last very long!"
Stacy felt that she'd be melting and creaming almost as soon as her
steaming snatch was penetrated. Al pushed and the crown slipped in. He
left the swollen glans buried right there and she knew right away that she
was going to enjoy the hot, hard cock a hell of a lot more than she had her
finger or the various other objects.
Al shoved his prick on in, slowly and carefully, and Stacy couldn't
keep from pushing forward to get more of it deeper more quickly. The
sensation was truly wonderful. She felt his pubic hairs meeting and
mingling with hers as his stiff shaft probed the very depths of her
clinging cunt.
She didn't know how long his cock was, but he was hitting bottom.
She clamped down on the hard flesh and muscle a she'd so often done on
her finger. He groaned, pulled almost out, then pushed all the way in again.
Al had his hands on her hips and his upper body was upright. As he
began making in and out thrusts, the slow movements caused little
rippling wave of ecstacy to spread throughout Stacy's body, she began to
hunch along with him.
"How is it?" Betty asked excitedly.
"Oh, it's great! Wonderful! Beautiful!"
Al quickened the tempo of his thrusts. Phil leaned on Stacy's nearest
breast. Without missing a stroke, Al leaned over and began sucking on her
other spiked mound. She saw that Betty had reached over and was stroking
Al's humping ass. Stacy put one hand on Al's head and her other hand on
Phil's head. She felt as if she might've suddenly gone to heaven.
She'd met Al's faster pace. He slipped his hands under, grasped her
wriggling ass, lifted his mouth from her throbbing tit, and really begun
pouring it to her. She moved just as fast, wriggling her ass wildly, sure
that he was about to come, just as sure that she was going to climax with
him.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "Oh, sweet Jesus!"
Phil lifted his mouth and tongue from her other throbbing tit,
seemingly to watch. Betty was still stroking Al's pumping ass. Stacy felt
Al falter, then go tense, his cock buried deep and jerking spasmodically.
She felt the hot sperm spurt and she melted into a glorious climax. She
clamped down on the spewing shaft and Al mashed his mouth to hers. But
the passionate kiss didn't last long after they both became still except for
Stacy's inner muscles twitching around the cock that hadn't lost it's
hardness.
Al started pumping again and Phil said, "Oh, no you don't, buddy-boy!
It's my turn now! With your permission, Stacy!"
"Go ahead," Stacy said. "I think I've wasted enough time with my
finger!"
Al had stopped his thrusts and pulled his stiff shaft out. He'd gotten
a handkerchief from his pocket at some point. He wiped his cock and
dabbed at Stacy's dribbling cunt before moving out of the way.
Phil had been getting to his knees on the floor and dropping his pants
and shorts. One hand grasping the thick base of his poking prick, he placed
the big head against Stacy's gaping gash. He shoved and his cock slipped in
much easier than Al's because of Al's deposited sperm. He went all the
way in with one motion, balls deep, and his rigid rod seemed to be about
the same length as Al's.
Stacy moved along with Phil when he started his thrusts, thrilling to
the wondrous sensation, telling herself that she'd been stupid for waiting
so long to start fucking - or getting fucked. It was the greatest, really,
and now she could even understand why Betty had used the pony's big cock!
Phil didn't last all that much longer than Al had, despite the fact
that he'd shot off in Betty's mouth. But when he tensed and his cock jerked
spasmodically, spraying Stacy's clasping and clinging cunt with gobs of
hot semen, she soared to another shuddering orgasm.
Betty had also stroked Phil's humping ass. Al, his cock still poking,
had just watched. When Stacy and Phil stopped their movements, both
breathless, Betty said she was as hot as hell and needed some fucking. Al
said the he was ready, able, and more than willing.
Phil lifted his face from where he'd buried it between Stacy's
breasts. "My folks aren't home, and I know they'll be away until at least
midnight, so I suggest we go where we can be more comfortable and
continue this fun session."
Betty and Al both said that Phil had a great idea, then Betty asked
Stacy if it was all right with her.
"I do need a bath or a shower," Stacy said.
"Then let's haul ass," Betty said, "Hell, we might even turn this into
a minor orgy!"
Animal Farm II
Chapter 7
Fishing a handkerchief out of his pocket, Phil withdrew his limp
cock from Stacy's overflowing cunt, wiped, then pressed the handkerchief
between her legs. He pulled his pants and shorts up, and then climbed over
into the front seat behind the wheel.
Clamping her legs together, Stacy quickly slipped her dress over her
head and had it on, with a little help from Al, by the time Phil had gotten
rid of the speaker and started the car. On the big screen, the good guy and
the bad guy seemed to be having a showdown. Stacy wondered why they'd
bothered to come to the drive-in in the first place - until she thought
about the fact that she probably wouldn't have gone to Phil's home not so
many minutes before.
Well, she'd lost her virginity for sure now and she'd been fucked by
two boys. Or by two young men. Their cocks seemed to be bigger than what
was considered average so Al and Phil were both past the boy stage. At
eighteen, she guessed, they were men, anyhow. They sure fucked like men.
Whatever the hell that meant!
"I hope you aren't sorry I had the fellows put a little pressure on you,
Stacy."
They went out on the highway. Betty had turned and was sitting
sideways on the front seat. Al had tucked his cock away and hadn't made a
move to touch Stacy after helping with her dress. She was holding her bra
and panties in her lap, keeping her thighs clamped together to hold the
handkerchief in place. She wanted to clean herself, but already she was
looking forward to more exciting sex.
"I'm not sorry at the moment, Betty. Maybe tomorrow I will be, but I
won't try to shove the responsibility for what I did off onto somebody
else."
Phil said he never worried about tomorrow, and always tried to live
as if the next day might never come for him.
Saying that he was a fatalist, and he was happy because fate had
caused Betty to pick him to be Stacy's date, Al moved over close to Stacy
and told her he wanted to be with her again.
Stacy didn't comment. She liked Al okay, and Phil, but was mostly
interested in the sexual pleasures she could share with them. She didn't
want to start confusing sex with love - she was far too young to get
serious about anybody - and the way she felt right then she wanted to
sample many cocks. She wanted to become as carefree as Betty. She just
might try out Pee-wee's big cock. If she was going to try and be like Betty
she might as well go all the way.
She turned her face toward Al and his parted lips were right there.
She returned his passionate kiss, lashing her tongue with his, and enjoyed
the way he fondled her taut-tipped breasts through the thin dress. If her
cunt hadn't been filled with sperm, she would've asked his to either fuck
her or suck her again right there in the car.
She knew some females liked to lap a semen-filled cunt, and she
suspected Betty might even go that route, but she was sure Al would get
angry if she suggested he go down on her - and she sensed he wasn't like
Phil.
It wasn't very far to where Phil lived, and Stacy and Al necked most
of the way. A few times she started to feel his hard cock through his
clothes, but she decided she could wait. She'd been waiting all of her life
and she didn't want to be too bold. They'd all think she'd been lying about
her lack of experience. After all, there hadn't been a maidenhead or any
blood.
Phil lived in a large apartment building, but Stacy found out later
there were stables at the back of the property. When Phil parked, Stacy
told the rest to go on and get out of the car. They got out without asking
any questions and Stacy wiped and blotted her wet pussy the best she
could. She made a little ball out of her panties and bra, tucked them under
one arm, and when she got out of the car, told Phil she had a present for
him. He laughed, put the handkerchief in his pocket, and said he'd treasure
the gift forever more.
The apartment was in the front, on the first floor, and was richly
furnished. As soon as they were inside Phil told Betty to show Stacy the
nearest bathroom. That told Stacy that Betty had been there before.
In the long hallway, Betty squeezed Stacy's upper arm and told her
she was doing just fine. At the bathroom door, then she said, "You go ahead
and freshen yourself, honey, and I'll keep the fellows company. You can
leave all of your clothes in the bathroom if you want to. We'll all soon be
naked, anyhow."
Before Stacy had a chance to say she wouldn't show herself in the
nude again before everybody else was in the same state, Betty took off
back down the hall. Inside the bathroom, the door closed, Stacy decide not
to take a bath or shower right then. If things worked out as she expected
she'd just have to wash again.
Tucking her dress up around her waist, she found a washcloth and
washed her entire crotch at the basin. She paid particular attention to her
cunt, both outer and inner lips, and probed the folds of tender flesh with
her fingers. Satisfied that she was as clean as she could get, she wiped up
the water she'd splashed on the tile floor with the cloth, then got a towel
and dried herself.
She dropped her dress back down, kicked out of her sandles, left her
bra and panties, and returned to the living room in her bare feet. The other
three were naked and all were sipping beer. They were sitting on a couch,
Betty in the middle, but they weren't touching - and both cocks were
limber.
"We decided to wait for you," Betty said. "We thought since this is
all new to you we'd let you tell us what you'd like to do."
There was an extras can of beer on an end table. Stacy didn't like to
drink, but she decided she'd have one beer just to be sociable. Maybe it'd
help her get over the sudden nervousness. Before walking over to get the
beer, she whipped her dress off over her head and tossed it aside without
looking at the three.
When she turned, she was pleased as well as excited by the fact the
two cocks had started to lift into erections. The beer had already been
opened. She sipped, enjoying the way the three pairs of gleaming eyes
flickered over her nakedness.
Deciding Betty wasn't going to mention peeping at the swappers,
Stacy said since she was so new to everything, and hadn't gotten a good
look at Betty sucking Phil's cock in the car, she'd just watch at first.
Telling Stacy to come over and take a close look, Betty slipped to
her knees on the carpet and got between Phil's legs. She handed the can of
beer to Al and told his to hold it and she'd blow him after she sucked Phil
off.
"Not all the way," Phil said as Betty wrapped the fingers of one hand
around his poking prick and moved her fist up and down. "The evening's
young and I don't want to shoot off more than two more times."
Betty said she'd put on a brief exhibition of the art of fellatio as she
steadied Phil's shaft by holding the thick base with thumb and forefinger.
"Betty's fantastic when it comes to sucking a cock," Phil said. "Isn't
she, Al?"
"She's the best," Al said as Betty squeezed Phil's balls and licked up
along the underside of his rigid rod.
Stacy had moved close for a better view. Betty opened her mouth
wide and engulfed the swollen glans. Stacy was already excited, just from
seeing the two hard cocks and being naked herself. Knowing she could have
just about any kind of sex she might want, her passion started building
higher and higher as Betty demonstrated the technique of giving a blow-
job.
Phil told Stacy if she decided to give it a try to remember it was
possible to do harm with her teeth. He said Betty was twirling her tongue
around and around while just sucking the head. When Betty began taking
more of his cock, he reported that her tongue was still very active.
Stacy knew the glans was pushing against the back of Betty's mouth
on each downward movement. Phil told her Betty was taking the crown
right down into her throat, but he wouldn't advise a beginner to try it.
"Phil means you might choke and gag if you take too much the first
time," Al said. "I've known some girls unable to take the hard meat deep
without gagging each time they do it."
"Betty really has educated throat muscles," Phil said. He groaned and
tapped Betty's bobbing head. "Right now she'd better stop proving it if she
doesn't want me to shove her off my throbbing dick! I don't want to come
now, Betty!"
Betty lifted her mouth from Phil's thrusting cock, looked up at
Stacy, winked, and got over between Al's legs. She went through the same
performance on Al's rigid prick, and Stacy spent just about as much time
looking at Phil's stiff and glistening cock as she did watching Betty going
to town on Al's jutting shaft.
Phil said, "I guess you think we're doing a hell of a lot of talking,
Stacy, but we're just trying to help you accept all sexual acts as a
perfectly natural way of giving and receiving pleasure. Betty's enjoying
herself, as you can see, and you know Al and I enjoy giving pleasure with
our mouths and tongues. Why don't you go ahead and do what you want to
do, baby?"
Stacy dropped to her knees before Phil. She got between his legs, her
gaze focused upon his big hard cock. She liked the male smell. She felt a
strange choking sensation in her throat. "I've never even touched a cock
with my fingers." she said. "How long is it?"
"Just a fraction over seven inches," Phil said. "Al"s is just a little
under seven inches. I'm not bragging about fractions! Just stating a fact
that Betty discovered when she measured our cocks."
Stacy put her hand out and touched the thrusting organ. It was hard,
warm, and smooth. It seemed she could feel it throbbing. She made a fist
of her fingers and stroked up and down on the hard flesh and muscle. She
saw Betty stop sucking Al's cock. They were both looking at her. She
glanced up at Phil's face and he smiled.
"I'll warn you in plenty of time, Stacy. It might be better for you to
stop sucking before I shoot off. If you find you don't like giving a blow-job
feel free to stop at any time."
Stacy realized she was still holding the can of beer in her other
hand. She put it on the end table without stopping the up and down
movement of her fist. She liked the feel of the hard organ in her hand and
wondered if Phil would be content to let her jerk him off. She'd like to see
the sperm spurt. But that wouldn't settle her curiosity about hoe the cock
would feel and taste in her mouth.
Trying not to think, Stacy held onto the base of the rigid rod, leaned
over, and kissed and then licked the big head. The flesh felt nice and
velvety on her tongue and there really wasn't much taste. She enjoyed the
smell drifting up from his crotch. She moved the hand that'd been holding
the cold beer can to his heavy testicles. He let out a little gasp and she
squeezed and fondled the sac gently, liking the way the balls slid around in
the bag.
Stacy made her decision at that very moment. She opened her mouth
wide and slipped her lips over the big knob. She began to suck very gently,
remembering to keep her teeth from scraping, and kept lowering her head
until over half of the stiff prick was in her mouth. She liked the sensation
of sucking the cock. It seemed such a natural thing for her to be doing.
She liked the feel of the cock in her mouth. It was so hard and firm,
but at the same time the swollen glans was so velvety-soft, and she even
enjoyed the little moans and groans drifting down from above. She worked
her sucking mouth up and down, up and down, taking more and more, even
liking the feel of the stiff pubic hairs that began tickling at her nose.
The knob hitting the back of her mouth and penetrating into her
throat didn't cause her to gag. She suddenly wanted to feel the sperm
spurting into her mouth, confident that she'd be able to take the
experience in her stride. She was very sexy-hot, her cunt was actually
twitching, and she felt she'd have an orgasm if the semen didn't spray her
mouth. What she'd do then, she didn't know, but she was so passionate she
might even swallow the stuff - as Betty had done.
"I'm going to come, Stacy! You'd better stop!"
Stacy had felt the throbbing, the slight expansion, but Phil's loud
word caused her to experience near-panic. What if she choked on the
sperm? What if it tasted terrible? What if it made her ill?
She pulled her mouth from the hard flesh and looked over at Betty,
still kneeling before Al and his thrusting tool. "I guess I'm a natural-born
cocksucker," she said, managing a weak smile.
"There's only one way to find out if that's really true," Betty said
seriously. "Why don't you go ahead and finish Phil off? He'll be able to get
another hard-on for some fucking. And for some more sucking."
Stacy only hesitated for a few seconds. She could see Phil's poking
cock making little jerking movements, and she wanted to see the sperm
spurt, but she also wanted to suck the organ all the way off. She decided
she might as well go all the way.
Stacy took a goodly portion of the big organ into her mouth once
again, sucked greedily, and Phil put his hands on her head for the first
time. She didn't mind - the finger digging into her scalp even added to her
pleasure.
After a very short time the cock jerked spasmodically. Phil lurched
upward, driving the knob into her throat, and as the hot sperm shot out,
she involuntarily swallowed. The sticky jism slipped right on down her
throat very easily and as Phil let up on the pressure on her head, she
lifted, her mouth and tongue from the rapidly softening cock, still
swallowing, she decided the experience had been very enjoyable. She made
a statement to that effect to the three interested listeners.
"In fact, I'm ready for some more of the same," she added with a
little laugh.
"Finish off Al," Betty said, moving from between Al's legs. "After all,
he's supposed to be your date, honey. There'll be more for me later. And for
you!"
Animal Farm II
Chapter 8
Stacy didn't hesitate about accepting Betty's generous offer. She
quickly moved over and got into position to suck Al's thrusting cock. She
caressed the smooth, hard, damp flesh, then held the shaft steady by
grasping the base with a thumb and forefinger. She also gently squeezed
Al's balls, finding them to be just a little bit bigger than Phil's nuts. She
was sure there'd be more sperm, since Al had climaxed one less time
during the evening.
Stacy licked up along the underside of Al's stiff cock, enjoying the
act and the soft little moans that came from between Al's parted lips. As
she twirled her tongue around and around the swollen glans she heard
Betty speak to Phil.
"Get down there and give Stacy an extra thrill! Lapping her cunt
should make your prick get up again in a hurry!"
Stacy waited until Phil was in position before she started sucking
Al's cock. Phil got on his back and slipped his head between Stacy's legs.
She spread her knees a little further apart and he reached up and around
and grabbed her buttocks. As he lifted and mashed his mouth against her
palpitating cunt she lowered her mouth and engulfed more than half of Al's
rigid shaft. Then, as Phil's tongue snaked into her steaming twat, and went
directly to her stiffened clitoris, she began sucking greedily.
Al entangled his finger in her hair and began making little hunching
movements. She managed to take almost all of Al's throbbing tool while
she hunched along with Phil's lapping. Then Phil got his lips on her
passion-button and she knew that she'd be spinning off into a glorious
orgasm in just a matter of seconds.
She sucked even more greedily, wanting to feel and taste Al's jism
spurting into her mouth and throat while she was melting into a climax
due to Phil's lavish oral attentions. And it happened just as she'd hoped it
would. When her bubble burst, and she felt one of Phil's fingers caressing
the crack of her ass during the moments of ecstacy, Al's throbbing cock
jerked and jolted and spewed forth gobs and gobs of hot jism.
Al's cock did spurt out more hot jism than Phil's had. Stacy couldn't
swallow it all. She pushed up against Al's tugging fingers until only the
big cock knob was in her mouth. She took all she could and had to let the
rest run out and down Al's shaft.
When Stacy lifted her head to get her breath, Betty was right there
to take over. Betty had gotten on her hands and knees on the couch. Stacy
straightened up her body and watched as Betty licked the sticky sperm
from the cock that hadn't lost its stiffness. She felt Phil leaving her
quivering cunt and getting out from between her legs. She wondered how
it'd feel to have a cock shooting off in her mouth and another spurting in
her pussy at the same time.
She glanced over and saw Phil's cock getting hard again, then was a
little disappointed to see Al's prick dwindling even as Betty finished
licking and lifted her head.
"I guess you're a natural-born cocksucker," Betty said, smiling. "Just
like me!"
"As of this moment I'll wear the label with pride," Stacy said, hoping
she'd never be sorry she was becoming just about as uninhibited as Betty.
Saying that she wanted to be fucked, Betty swung from the couch and
got down on the carpet on her back. "Come on, Phil. Put the blocks to me
and if you can hold your load long enough you can prong Stacy again. In
fact, if Al can get a hard-on right away you can both start right out
switching around while practicing your self-control. You do want to be
fucked some more, don't you, Stacy?"
For her answer, Stacy got down on the carpet beside Betty and
watched as Phil got between Betty's widespread legs. Betty put one hand
down and guided Phil's stiff prick. Braced on his hands and arms, he slowly
lowered and shoved his cock into Betty's cunt. Stacy was fascinated by the
way Betty's cuntal lips clung to the shaft as it slowly disappeared.
Phil lowered his chest to Betty's big titties and began his thrusts.
She wriggled her ass against the thick carpet and began hunching along
with his masterful strokes. He slipped his hands under and grabbed her
ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his mouth to hers.
"Seeing a couple fucking really turns me on," Al said.
Stacy saw that Al had gotten to his feet and was standing near her
feet, his eyes flicking back and forth between her crotch and Phil's
humping ass. His cock was almost totally erect again.
Stacy had the feeling she was going to stay turned on just about all
the time from then on. She flopped completely over on her back, parted her
legs, and said she hoped it was eating time again.
"It is," Al said chuckling and dropping to his knees. He blew his
breath on Stacy's gaping gash. "First I'll suck and then I'll fuck."
Al didn't go directly to Stacy's cunt with his mouth and tongue. He
lifted her legs up by putting his hands behind her knees, spread her out
wide, causing her asshole to be exposed to his greedy gaze. Even before Al
made his move, Stacy knew what he was going to do and her passion
surged in anticipation.
He jabbed his tongue against her puckered anus and she gasped. He
pushed against the tight ring, and over an inch of his hot tongue snaked in.
The pleasure was intense. She moaned and squirmed heatedly as he tongue-
fucked her tight asshole, driving his stiffened tongue deeper and deeper.
She wasn't too disappointed when he soon ceased the intimate oral
act, because he licked the flat of his tongue up through her twitching cunt
and began lapping her stiffened clitoris. He didn't perform that exciting
oral act for very long before moving his thrusting prick into position for
the penetration.
Al let Stacy guide his hard rod into her palpitating pussy. He shoved
in deep and she felt his balls slap against her saliva-wet asshole. When he
started slow in and out thrusts, she wrapped her legs around his waist and
matched his steady pace with fucking motions of her own. And she
returned his passionate, tongue-probing kiss when he glued his mouth to
hers. She enjoyed the slight taste of her own cunt juices.
Soon they broke the torrid kiss and Al braced himself on his hands
and arms while pounding away. Stacy saw that Phil had also lifted his
chest from Betty's big boobies and was pumping away in just about the
same tempo Al was pistoning his prick in her tingling twat.
Betty looked at Stacy, her dark eyes blazing. "I've already had one
wonderful climax and I'm getting close to another one. How about you,
honey?"
END