Animal Farm
                                   Chapter 2

     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 for the pleasure of just 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 foot frontage.  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 been 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
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 for 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'd 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 precious.  There hadn't been much pain, just a
sharp tingling sensation, and very little blood.  There'd been nothing to 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'd asked if it 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 good
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'd 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 anything 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 Evans 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 been a bold little bitch,
coming right out and telling him that she wanted to be fucked.

     He'd not only told her that she was just a kid, but that she was also
nuts.  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 him 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 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.
That sensation was truly fantastic.  He'd gone ape over her little boobies.
He'd gotten them all in her 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 told her that it might hurt a
little.  She'd told him to stop stalling around and to 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 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 that 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 peckers 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 about 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 cut 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, and 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 just
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 on 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.   She'd 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 been given the pony when he was very young and she'd called him
Pee-wee.  The name had stuck even after he'd gotten fun 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, dumbfounded, as the pony's cock began to slide out of its
sheath, and she realized that Betty was going to engage in some kind of sexual
act with the animal.  Betty had already admitted to fucking and sucking 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 caused Stacy's passion to simmer down a great deal.  But now, as she
watched the pony's cock getting hard and extending out and down at least
eighteen inches, 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.

     She could tell that the long shaft had been recently washed.  She'd seen
horse cocks extend out many times while pissing and also when a stallion was
around a mare in heat.  She'd even seen a stallion fucking a mare a few times
and that'd been exciting, but also quite frightening.

     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 hands as well as her own body movements to
control the depths 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, awwwww --"

     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!

     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 white sperm overflowed Betty's clinging cunt and Betty moaned loudly and
cried out with pleasure.

     Stacy turned, hurried to the door, opened it, and then took off running.