Animal Farm
Chapter 3
Out on the sidewalk, heading for home, Stacy slowed down to a jog. But
after jogging for a couple of blocks she started walking, no longer in all 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 a 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 would approve of the offbeat fun she'd enjoyed that
evening, though! The peeking at the swappers 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 mother 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 up to her room, as she had her own alarm clock, but she didn't want to
take any chances on being caught doing what she just had to do.
Stacy pulled the shades down over the two windows. There weren't any
dwellings 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 voyeurism 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 various 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 of 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 on 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 that it was her own fault that 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 very sensitive because of the many times
they'd been stimulated.
They became erect immediately and she rolled each hard, stiff spike
between a 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 sucking the
men's cocks, 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 that 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
fingers 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
curly 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 slowly shoved the middle finger on her right hand deep
into her palpitating pussy. She 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 a
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 clinging 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 strokes 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 for a few seconds before sliding her hands on down to her
quivering cunt.
She slipped a finger into the hot hole and slowly moved it in and out of
the moist and clinging flesh. Again she thought of cocks and cunts and the
jism that'd spurted out of the long hose 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 ...
* * * *
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 well liked by just about everybody, Stacy knew, and she had guilty
feelings 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 he 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 very well-endowed between his muscular
legs -- his body wasn't very hairy. He had blond 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, not sure 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 tail 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. "As 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 as 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 as 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 keep 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 skirt, 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.
She placed them on a handy hook and sat back down. She wasn't wearing
stockings. 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 classroom longer
than a few minutes without taking a chance on being questioned.
She made sure that the hairs were parted back from her moist cuntal lips.
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.
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
sensations, 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
he 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 gritted her teeth to keep from moaning. She didn't think anybody
had entered the rest room, but there wasn't any way that she could be positive
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
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, 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 her a couple of minutes to recover. She started to wipe her
finger on some 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 jabbed
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 at 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 a schoolbus 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 go 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 to 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 ...