Animal Farm
                                   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 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 matter 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, she thought.
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 watching 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 the couple that'd 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 tan,
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 was also poking straight out.

     In a matter of seconds the man and 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 disk," 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 the 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 analingus 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 that 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 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 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 she'd been so helpful in cultivating the friendship.  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 it'd be call 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 tonguing 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 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 to 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'd 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 turned
out that she only 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 to 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 on one of the first woman's thrusting titties.  The second
man climbed onto the bed and began sucking on 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.

     "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 just 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 handjob," Betty said.  "Jacking two off 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 really 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 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 have 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 one shoved into her steaming snatch each
time there was a change of partners -- and then wondering how it'd feel to have
a prick pistoning in her palpitating 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 while 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-ager.  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 tonguing 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 free-wheeling 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 as 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 throughout 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 thrusts before
withdrawing, however, and their cocks 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
expressions 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'd 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 in the smooth rhythm that Stacy had found so
fascinating.  The jerky motions made her even more excited.  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 flipping 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'd 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!"