Animal Farm
                                   Chapter 7

     While Stacy was getting dressed she noticed that Betty spent more time
looking at her than through the window.  As soon as Stacy had her panties and
jeans and tennis shoes on, Betty started for the edge of the roof and the tree.
Stacy followed without peeking at the swappers again.

     Vicarious thrills were fine, and they gave a lot of pleasure, but the real
thing was far better.  Besides, she told herself, if she looked at her horny
stud of a father and his big cock much longer she might become nutty enough to
go down and try to join the swapping party.

     She didn't really think that she'd do such a rash thing, and she didn't
intend to let her parents know that she knew about their secret life --
supposedly secret where she was concerned, anyway -- but she did have some more
exciting thoughts about how she'd like to get a crack at her father's cock.

     Stacy and Betty jogged without speaking until they got to Betty's house
Betty then jokingly said she was so thirsty she and Pee-wee would both just
have to wait while she had a beer.  Stacy said she'd take a beer, then went to
a downstairs bathroom while Betty went to the kitchen.

     Pushing her jeans and panties down around her knees, Stacy cleaned her
crotch at the wash basin.  Feeling refreshed but still horny when they were in
the living room drinking beer, Stacy told Betty seeing her mother and father in
action had helped her get over her feelings of shame and guilt

     Saying she was glad her plan had worked out, Betty then wanted to know if
Stacy was upset because of the sex they'd had.  Stacy said she wasn't, and was
glad she'd learned to enjoy still another sex act.

     They were still standing, each sipping from a can of beer.  Betty said
she'd like to go down on Stacy again, right there, with all their clothes off,
before she went out to make it with the pony.  Stacy said she liked the idea
very much.

     "Great!

     Take your clothes off and I'll be right back.  I did cream my panties, you
know, and I feel sticky down there."

     Stacy was naked and trembling with anticipation when Betty returned. Betty
was also naked.  Stacy had finished her beer, and Betty had gotten rid of her
can.  They stared at each other for a moment, then Stacy silently dropped to
the thick, soft carpet.

     Betty just as silently followed, her mouth and tongue going to one of
Stacy's breasts, one of her hands cupping Stacy's furry mound.  Stacy's nipple
jumped to attention under Betty's jabbing tongue and sucking mouth. Little
electric-like shocks of pleasure darted down to her cunt even before Betty's
finger invaded that quivering hot box.

     Going over to Stacy's other spiked tit, Betty feasted just as greedily on
that throbbing mound as she slowly finger-fucked Stacy's clasping and clinging
cunt.  Stacy squirmed heatedly, rotating her ass on the carpet as her passion
soared.

     Soon Betty began kissing and tonguing her way down across Stacy's
trembling belly, tracing intricate little designs with her moistly parted lips
and darting tongue.  Her hands roamed all over Stacy's feverish flesh, finally
moving around and under and clasping Stacy's wriggling buttocks.

     Betty licked right on down through Stacy's curly blonde pubic hairs. Stacy
spread her legs wider and lurched upward as Betty's hot tongue slithered
between her equally hot cuntal lips.  As Betty's tongue darted deep and twirled
around and around in Stacy's quivering gash, Stacy hazily thought that she'd
just about have to tongue Betty's twat.  It was only right that she should
return the favor.  It wasn't fair to take and not give.

     Stacy gasped as Betty's tongue made contact with her erect clitoris. As
the gentle lapping began, which felt like butterfly wings fluttering against
her unhooded organ, the soft lips got in on the delightful act. Stacy gave
herself over completely to the joy of having her passion-button lapped and
sucked.

     Her hips raced with the glory of it; her fingers entangled in the
silky-soft hair; her fingernails dug into the bobbing scalp.  And she felt it
happening, let it happen, soaring higher and higher, hanging there at the top,
shuddering violently, exploding blindingly, all the while hearing her own soft
cries of all-consuming pleasure echoing about the room.

     When Stacy sagged limply, Betty lifted her face, her lips glistening with
saliva and cunt juices.  "Are you ready?" Betty asked softly.

     Stacy understood.  "Yes," she said, meaning it as much as she'd ever meant
anything in her life.

     Betty got on her back, her big breasts jutting majestically, her eyes
closed, her lovely legs parted invitingly.

     Stacy decided that she'd start at the thrusting titties.  She had an
almost overpowering urge to return all the wonderful favors Betty had given
her.

     Getting on her hands and knees, Stacy straddled Betty's lovely nakedness,
her face suspended inches above the big mounds of firm flesh. She leaned over
and licked an already stiffened nipple.  She balanced on one hand and arm and
took the erect nipple between her lips.  She began sucking, taking some of the
surrounding sleek flesh into her mouth, enjoying the sensation, but mostly
thrilling to the fact she was giving Betty great pleasure.

     Soon Stacy moved her mouth and tongue over to Betty's other big,
taut-tipped breast.  She tongued and sucked that magnificent mound just as
greedily, not minding it at all when she felt Betty's fingers entangling in her
hair.  Betty was squirming by then.

     Stacy was suddenly anxious to find out if she'd enjoy lapping a cunt as
much as she enjoyed sucking a cock.  She trailed on down to find out.

     Stacy was surprised when Betty removed her fingers from her hair and her
head.

     She sensed that Betty didn't want to put any pressure on her in case she
decided she couldn't go through with it.  Stacy did hesitate when she got to
Betty's dark crotch, her mouth only inches above the moist cuntal lips.  The
delectable fragrance really turned her on, and a mental picture of her mother
eating pussy flicked through her feverish mind as she lowered her mouth to the
soft, warm slit.

     Kissing, as she'd had her own pussy kissed, Stacy licked the flat of her
tongue up between the hot lips, remembering how she'd been done by Betty -- and
the two young men.  She shoved her tongue into the hot, wet hole.  Her first
thought was that the taste wasn't bad at all.  The vaginal fluids tasted both
sweet and salty.

     Betty had spread her legs wide.  Stacy used her thumbs to pull the cuntal
lips far apart so she could lick deep inside the succulent twat. She swabbed
the folds of flesh in the manner she liked to have her own swabbed.  Betty's
ass was squirming against the carpet, and soft little moans were drifting down
to Stacy's ears.

     Stacy moved her tongue until she made contact with Betty's clitoris. That
bud-shaped organ was stiffly erect.  Stacy began lapping the elongated
passion-button, again doing as she'd been done, thinking dimly it was like
lapping at a mini-pecker.  She burrowed deep enough to get her lips around the
slippery clit and began sucking.  She also moved her hands around and under and
grasped Betty's wriggling ass.  The flesh was firm and sleek.

     Feeling Betty's fingers return to her hair, her head, Stacy sensed Betty
would be melting into an orgasm very soon.  She quickened the tempo of her
lapping and sucking, experiencing almost the same sense of power she'd felt
while blowing Al and Phil.  The fact she was giving such great pleasure gave
her most of her pleasure, even though something about performing cunnilingus
had her balanced right on the brink of a climax.

     She was glad when she heard Betty tell her to twist herself around. She
did so, walking around on her knees without breaking contact with Betty's clit,
and soon she was thrilling to a sensational sixty-nine.  She lurched and
wriggled through a spasmodic orgasm at the same time Betty spasmed.  And when
they pulled apart, and Betty turned around and mashed her wet mouth to hers,
she returned the passionate, tongue-probing kiss without the slightest bit of
shame, guilt, or embarrassment.

     "That wasn't so bad, was it, Stacy?"

     "It was great," Stacy said, meeting Betty's dark, smoldering eyes. "I'm
happy to report I'd prefer a cock, though."

     "Me, too," Betty said.  "And there's one waiting out in the barn!"

     "I was thinking of a human cock," Stacy said.  She smiled.  "However,
since I've tried just about everything else, I might as well go sample
Pee-wee's big prick!"

     They decided they wouldn't get dressed.  Betty went upstairs and got two
bathrobes for them to slip on while making the short trip to the small barn.
Stacy left her clothes in the house, sure she'd be ready to go home before
Betty's parents returned from the swapping party.

     They took the robes off as soon as they were inside the barn with the
light on and the door closed.  Betty said she'd washed Pee-wee's cock late that
afternoon.  She then went on to say she would've ripped off a piece then if she
hadn't been afraid of getting caught by her mother or father.

     "I'm glad you're taking it so well about seeing your folks with the
swappers, Stacy.  I know it was a shock seeing them fucking and sucking."

     "It really isn't any of my business how they live," Stacy said.  "I'm not
sure I liked the crazy thoughts that popped into my mind when I saw my father's
big cock, though."

     Betty climbed into the loft and began pitching hay down.  She leaned on
the pitchfork handle now and then, though, and talked while resting. She told
Stacy she didn't think incest would be all that bad.  She felt it was just
another rule many people broke without any harmful effects. There was an old
saying about how the thought was the same as the deed and if it were true she'd
already tasted the forbidden fruit.

     "Meaning, you aren't alone in having incestuous thoughts, Stacy.  I know
I'd like to make it with my father and I imagine if the truth were known he'd
like to have sex with me."

     Watching as Betty came down the ladder, Stacy said she thought she'd draw
the line when it came to incest.  She wasn't sure she was telling the truth,
though.

     "I'd like to make it with your father," Betty said.  "And with your
mother."

     "Maybe it could be arranged, Betty.  I don't think either one of them
would turn you down if you just came right out and told them what you wanted."

     "You can never be sure how people are going to react to anything," Betty
said.  "It's especially true where parents and their children are concerned.
I'm afraid if I tried to put the make on either your father or your mother they
might try and keep you from seeing me."

     "Maybe so," Stacy said, deciding she wasn't ready to let her parents know
she knew about the swapping.  Or the gay stuff where her mother was concerned.
They might be embarrassed enough to want to send her away to a private boarding
school.

     Betty left Pee-wee in his stall and started using the fresh hay to
construct a makeshift bed under him.  Stacy helped, still not sure she was
really going to have anything to do with the pony's prick.

     After the hay was stacked high enough, and the blanket was spread over it
to prevent scratching, Betty began playing with the pony's big balls.  The cock
slowly slipped out of its sheath.  Stacy was standing nearby.  Betty told her
to touch the prick.  Stacy did.  The hard flesh and muscle felt hot and
silky-smooth.

     "Do you want to try it, Stacy?"

     "No.   Not now, anyhow.  You go ahead."

     Betty got into position on her back, her knees lifted and spread wide.
She grasped the long cock with both hands, about ten inches from the blunt end.
She wriggled her ass, seemingly to get more comfortable, and guided the knob
between her cuntal lips.  She hunched upward, taking three or four more inches,
then settled her buttocks down until only the head was embedded.  She repeated
the thrusting motion a few times, then stopped, leaving only the head buried
again.

     "I know you're as hot as a furnace from just watching, Stacy, so why don't
you get where I can eat you while I'm getting my jollies?"

     Stacy was willing and eager to be tongued, but she didn't know just how to
go about getting into position for Betty to perform cunnilingus. She told Betty
and Betty laughed and told her to use her imagination. Stacy hesitated, then
ducked down under the pony and got on the makeshift bed by straddling Betty.

     Facing the long cock, and Betty's penetrated pussy, Stacy lowered her own
cunt down over Betty's face.  Betty took her hands from the cock, moved them
around until she was clasping Stacy's buttocks, then told Stacy to hold the
pony's prick steady with her hands.

     Betty's words were muffled, her breath warm against Stacy's gaping gash.
Stacy followed the instructions as Betty tugged with her hands and probed with
her slippery tongue.  Holding onto the hard, hot, smooth shaft with both hands,
thrilling to the hot tongue jabbing into her pulsing pussy, Stacy's passion
soared.

     The pony's cock wasn't all that much bigger in diameter than some human
cocks, Stacy thought.  Her father's had looked to be almost as big around.
Betty's cunt was taking the thickness easily enough, and Stacy was sure her
cunt could too.

     Realizing she'd made up her wind to take on the animal's cock, or a goodly
portion of it, Stacy was suddenly eager to get on with the fucking. The tongue
darting around in her cunt felt great, and it was exciting to watch Betty
fucking herself on at least eight inches of the pony's thick shaft, but she
remembered how wonderful it'd felt when she'd been fucked by Al and by Phil.
If the pleasure increased in accordance with the size, then Betty was really
having herself a wonderful time!

     Stacy could tell when Betty got close to a climax.  The pretty girl
hunched and wriggled faster, took a little more of the big cock, and lapped
Stacy's cunt in a faster tempo.  Stacy knew she could come right away, but she
held back.  She wanted to be fiery-hot when she took on the pony's prick.

     As soon as Betty stopped fucking, and Stacy saw that Pee-wee hadn't
ejaculated, Stacy let go of the hard organ and lifted her own steaming cunt
from Betty's greedy mouth.  "I'm ready to give it a try, Betty."

     "You'll really love it, honey!"

     Stacy swung from Betty and the blanket-covered stack of hay.  As soon as
Betty moved, Stacy took her place.  Betty grabbed the big cock and held it
steady while Stacy actually did the guiding.  When the hard head of the long
cock touched her slippery slit, she pushed upward and the big knob slipped
right in.  She gasped and just let the hard, hot flesh soak in her quivering
gash.

     "Put your hands under and hold onto your ass, Stacy.  I'll hold the cock
steady and it'll be easier for you to fuck and control the depth of the
penetration."

     Stacy followed Betty's instructions and found the method worked great.  By
pushing upward with her hands while braced on her elbows, she was soon fucking
up and down on five or six inches of the stiff rod.  The pleasure was mind
bending.  Within seconds she was gripped in the throes of a shattering,
shuddering orgasm.  This was due partly to Betty's very recent tongue-fucking,
and partly to the fact the pony's big cock stuffed her cunt so full, and when
she was finally still she was happy to hear Betty's words:

     "Go ahead and take another trip, Stacy.  I want you to feel the jism
spurting."

     Stacy began hunching and wriggling again, still using her hands on her
buttocks to do most of the lifting.  It'd been so fast the first time she
hadn't had time to think.  As she fucked up and down on the pony's prick,
enjoying the blissful sensation to the utmost, she decided even though she was
enjoying herself very much she'd rather be bouncing on a man's stiff cock.

     She missed the kissing and the feel of human flesh on hers.  Fucking the
pony was more like a form of masturbation.  And, in a way, so was having sex
with Betty.  She'd felt a kind of detachment with Betty, as she did with the
pony, but with Al and with Phil there'd been a oneness she'd truly enjoyed.

     "I think Pee-wee's getting ready to shoot off, Stacy!"

     Stacy had already sensed the imminent explosion.  She hunched faster, and
thrust higher, taking eight, maybe nine inches of the throbbing tool, swiftly
approaching a climax of her own.  When the hot sperm spurted and sprayed her
snapping snatch she spasmed through a shattering orgasm, not trying to stop the
soft little cries that spilled from between her parted lips.

     The jism overflowed and squirted out around her clinging cunt lips. When
she was still, and the pony's cock was becoming soft and pulling back up into
its sheath, Betty wanted to know how Stacy had enjoyed it.

     "Compared to a human cock," Betty added with a little laugh.  "I could
tell you popped your cookies.

     "I liked Al's and Phil's fucking better," Stacy said.  "This was great,
and I came like crazy, but I like a little kissing with my fucking. Besides,
Pee-wee just stands there like a statue.  Not that I expected him to say 'thank
you' or some damn thing."

     "You can bet your lovely ass he enjoyed himself," Betty said, giving out
with a little laugh again.  "It looks as if he's had it for now, though.  Let's
go to the house and take a shower."

     Stacy cupped her crotch with one hand and swung to her feet.  There was a
water faucet nearby, and by the time she'd cleaned herself the best she could,
Betty had destroyed the bed made out of hay.  They put the robes on and hurried
to the house and an upstairs bathroom.

     They squeezed into the shower stall, after Betty had found an extra
bathing cap to keep Stacy's hair from getting wet.  They soaped each other,
paying particular attention to each other's breasts at first, then ended up
fingering each other's cunts.  They were both soon sexy-hot again and Stacy was
more than willing when Betty suggested they go to bed and have some fun.  Stacy
would've suggested it if Betty hadn't -- and wished it wasn't too late to
contact Al and Phil so she could have the kind of sex she liked best of all.

     They rinsed off, dried themselves, and hurried to Betty's room. Betty
turned the light on and while she was pulling the shades over the windows Stacy
stretched out on the bed.  Betty opened a bureau drawer and took out a gadget
Stacy had seen advertised in magazines.  It was a cordless electric massager in
the shape of a cock.  The ads stated it'd stimulate circulation and give fast
relief from tension to all parts of the body, but Stacy was sure they were
mostly used to penetrate and ease the tension in cunts.

     Smiling brightly, her big titties swaying slightly, Betty walked over to
the bed.  "Did you ever see one of these, Stacy?"

     "Only in pictures," Stacy said.

     "I find this much more fun than diddling myself with a finger," Betty
said, stretching out beside Stacy.

     Hearing the faint buzz as the battery-operated vibrator was turned on,
Stacy rolled over on her side and propped up on an elbow for a better view.
Betty started running the cock-shaped massager over her own thrusting breasts.
The nipples jumped to attention immediately, and Stacy felt her own nipples
become erect just from watching.

     "This feels just about as good as a tongue darting here and there," Betty
said, spreading her legs wide.  She began running the tip of the massager over
her inner thighs and up and down her Listening cuntal lips. "You can use creams
or oils on this lovely artificial pecked of course, but my juices flow so
easily I can start right out with it dry. Personally, I like to turn the thing
off until I get it in and then I turn on with it!"

     The buzzing sound stopped and Betty slowly shoved the massager into her
pussy.  It was about seven inches long and just about all of it had been
engulfed when she stopped pushing.

     "Here goes!" she exclaimed.

     The massager began vibrating and Betty's ass did a wild little dance on
the mattress.  She moaned and soon cried out she was coming.  She lurched and
bucked, jerked and jolted, then yanked the artificial cock from her cunt.

     "Enough of that's really enough," she said breathlessly.  "Are you ready
to try it, Stacy?"

     "Yes," Stacy said, feeling she was passionate enough to try just about
anything.

     Betty said she'd like to do the penetrating.  Stacy said it was all right
with her, and flopped over on her back.  Betty got between Stacy's widespread
legs and slowly inserted the massager with the motor turned off.  The cock-like
object made contact with Stacy's clitoris, and when the vibrations started, she
thought she was going to pass out the pleasure was so intense.

     She pushed against Betty's hands after she'd been vibrated through a
series of orgasms.  Betty pulled the artificial cock out and mashed her mouth
against Stacy's quivering cunt.  She lapped and sucked Stacy through another
blissful orgasm, then Stacy went down on Betty.  Later they did a sixty-nine.

     Stacy told Betty afterward she'd enjoyed herself very much, but she'd
prefer to have a human cock.  She didn't mention that she was mostly thinking
about her own father's big beautiful prick.