Animal Farm
                                   Chapter 11

     The next day, Sunday, Stacy slept until almost noon.  Her parents didn't
appear until she'd been up for half an hour.  She had brunch with them, trying
with some success to put out of her mind thoughts and mental pictures of them
naked and sexing it up with the various partners.  She felt she'd seen and had
enough sex to last a while.

     She'd really been pooped riding back from the lake just before dark the
day before.  She'd had a bite to eat and gone right to bed, immediately
dropping off to sleep and sleeping like the proverbial log.

     She'd fucked three more of the horses, including her own, during the late
afternoon.  They'd been a little wild at first, but they'd soon settled down,
and if the amount of sperm was any indication, all three had enjoyed
themselves.  She still felt a little queasy about having sex with an animal,
and didn't intend to let it become a habit.

     She wasn't the slightest bit upset by the other sexual activities. There'd
been a wild group-sex orgy not long before they'd started home. The whiskey had
finally helped drive everybody a little mad with lust. She couldn't use
drinking for an excuse, though, and didn't want to. Still, she intended to take
it easy on the drinking from then on.  She didn't want to become like her
mother where swilling liquor was concerned.

     Stacy put on a swimsuit and lounged around in the shade at the pool,
listening to rock music on a radio.  Her father came out and read the paper on
the patio.  Soon her mother came out and joined her father, and Stacy was
pleased to see that her mother wasn't drinking.

     After they'd read the paper, Stacy's parents went into the house, then
soon returned, wearing swimsuits.  Stacy joined them in the pool, and she and
her father practiced diving from the board.

     The afternoon passed pleasantly.  It was almost as if nothing had happened
to change Stacy's life so drastically.  Her father said they'd enter their
jumping horses in competition at a meet the following weekend. Stacy was happy
to hear it, and they talked excitedly about past meets they'd won and those
they'd lost.

     Stacy's mother went in early and prepared an excellent dinner.  While with
her father, and again when eating with both her parents, Stacy seriously
considered informing them she knew their secret.  She didn't like the idea of
them thinking they were putting something over on her, and she also had the
wild thought such talk might possibly lead to her having sex with her handsome,
heavy-hung father, and maybe even with her beautiful, sexy mother.

     She even indulged herself in some crazy thoughts about how it might be if
they made the threesome scene.  Those exciting mental pictures made her realize
her sexual satisfaction had only been a temporary thing. Because she became
sexy-hot right there with a mouthful of roast beef and mashed potatoes.

     Stacy wasn't surprised when her father announced he and her mother were
going out that evening.  When they wanted to know if she had anything planned,
she said she was going to stay home and do some homework.  Her father told her
he thought she'd decided to start dating and having fun. She almost blurted out
that she'd dated four boys the day before.  Her mother told her father not to
be so pushy, and Stacy's urge to speak out passed.

     Alone in the big house, Stacy turned the TV set on .  She didn't have any
homework to do.  She wasn't sure why she'd lied.  Because she hadn't wanted to
admit she didn't have anything at all planned, she guessed.  She was too
restless to watch television.  She snapped the set off without even seeing what
programs were on.  She'd wandered out into the kitchen and was having a Coke
when she heard the telephone ringing.

     She ran to answer the phone.  It had entered her mind to call Al, or one
of the other boys, and she thought it might be one of them.  It was Betty,
telling she'd heard her parents talking about a party.  She knew where it was
going to be, and she wanted to know if Stacy would like to do some peeking.
Stacy said she'd be there in a few minutes.  She was wearing a skirt and
blouse.  It didn't take long to change into jeans and a thin sweater.

     Betty was waiting out on the sidewalk, dressed in a similar outfit. She
told Stacy the party was at an estate about a mile away, but she'd never been
there.  They walked swiftly, and mostly in silence.  Stacy hoped her parents
had gone to the same swapping party.  She wanted to see her father and his big
cock in action again.

     There was a gate at the driveway entrance, but it was open.  The drive was
made out of packed shells and they got over and walked on the grass, under tall
and thickly growing pine trees.  There was a large parking space near the
house, almost in front, and there were about a dozen cars.  Stacy spotted her
father's car.

     They heard music, laughing and tanking.  They kind of flitted from tree to
tree, and Betty wished aloud that she knew the layout of the place.  They soon
found that the noise was coming from the swimming pool and surrounding area.

     As they got closer, it became obvious it was a different type of sex
party.  There seemed to be fifteen to twenty people, men and women, and all
were wearing swimsuits.  There were plenty of lights, and Betty said she
imagined most of the real action took place inside the big house.

     "The people tossing the party probably insist upon playing silly games to
pick partners," Betty added.

     "They couldn't very well fuck out in the open where people could easily
wander in and watch," Stacy said, noticing one young, well-stacked woman
wearing a white bikini.  The material was wet and she might as well have been
naked.

     Stacy and Betty managed to get very close to the pool without being seen.
Stacy didn't see her parents, or Betty's, and Betty whispered that the four of
them were probably already inside the house.  Stacy silently agreed, then
whispered it wasn't going to be much fun just watching people around the pool.

     They retreated without saying another word.

     When they were well away from the pool, Betty said they'd just have to
scout around until they found something exciting to watch.  She said since she
had more experience peeking, she'd lead the way.  Stacy was willing to follow,
and said so.

     They'd circled around and were near a door and a window when they almost
bumped into a man in the near-darkness.  He was zipping his pants, obviously
after taking a leak.  They didn't attempt to run, but he grabbed them both by
an arm and mumbled something, Stacy understanding only the word, "trespassers."

     The fully clothed, middle-aged man had hustled them to the door, and
inside a room, before Stacy had time to much more than think that she and Betty
had sure played hell.

     There were two men and two women standing near an inside doorway, all
naked.  They stared, as the man gave Stacy and Betty a shove forward and said
he'd caught some kids sneaking around outside.

     "You mean two young, pretty girls!" one of the naked men exclaimed.

     One of the naked women glared.  "You fool!  Why did you bring them in
here!  You know damned well I can't afford the publicity this could cause!"

     She didn't make an attempt to cover her nakedness, nor did the other
three.  Stacy recognized her face from the society pages.  She also recognized
one of the men.  She'd seen him at her house.  She wondered if his wife was
there.  She realized by the sudden startled look in his eyes that he knew who
she was.

     "That's Jim Morgan's daughter!" he said loudly.

     "And the other one's Betty Evans," the other man said.  "Bob's daughter!"

     "Don't get your asses in an uproar," Betty said calmly; "We know you're
swappers.  Just as we know our parents are here somewhere.  We've seen them
fucking, sucking, and all the rest while peeking at other parties.  They don't
know about us knowing, so if you'll just forget about seeing us we'll breeze on
out of here and that'll be the end of it."

     The clothed man stood with his back against the door, as if to prevent
escape, and the four naked people put their heads together and whispered
excitedly.  Stacy decided they were all well-preserved, considering they were
getting along in years.  Neither pair of breasts sagged very much, and the
men's bodies looked firm and strong.  Their limp cocks looked as if they might
be as long as eight inches in an erect state.

     Finally, the whispering stopped and the four looked at Stacy and Betty.
The second woman, speaking for the first time, wanted to know if they were
virgins.  Betty laughed and said she was willing to prove she'd been around by
having any kind of sex they wanted right then.

     "Stacy and I both took on four young studs just yesterday!"

     "We need some protection against the possibility of the two of you
blabbing," the first woman said, meeting Stacy's eyes.  "We're also worried by
the thought of your parents becoming angry because you were brought into the
house.  We think we have a possible solution to our dilemma."

     "Get on with it," one of the men said.  "You aren't supposed to be making
a speech on this awkward occasion!"

     "Shut up, Oscar.  Your father's in one of the bedrooms, Stacy.  He's naked
and blindfolded.  We were getting ready to play a typical swappers' game,
whereby he tries to guess the identity of his partner.  In this case, it'd be
two partners, of course.  If you and Betty will perform with him, we won't call
the police and have you prosecuted for trespassing."

     Betty said, "You're bluffing with that last line of bullshit, but we'll go
along with the idea, won't we, Stacy!"

     Stacy, her heart pounding wildly, could only nod her head.  Without
further ado, one of the naked men, Oscar, escorted Stacy and Betty down a
hallway.  By the time they'd stopped at a closed door, the man's cock was
thrusting stiffly.  He grinned, pushed the door open, and motioned for them to
enter.

     As Betty and Stacy went into the large bedroom, Betty flicked the head of
the man's hard cock with her forefinger.  He gasped and took a step backward.
Betty laughed low in her throat and closed the door in his face.

     Stacy's father was near the middle of a huge bed.  He was on his back.
His big cock was limp and flopped back over on his flat stomach. There was a
narrow strip of black cloth over his eyes and around his head.

     Stacy walked over close to the bed and stood there looking at his cock and
balls, her mouth dry, her legs trembling.  Betty went around on the other side
of the bed, and a quick glance told Stacy that Betty was also admiring the big
cock and the sizable balls.  There was a mirror in the ceiling, almost as big
as the bed.

     "I sense there's two women in here," Stacy's father said, breaking a long
silence.   "When I agreed to go along with this somewhat silly game I wasn't
told there'd be more than one partner."

     Stacy looked at Betty and Betty put her fingers to her lips.  Stacy didn't
want to talk any more than Betty did.  She wanted to do all kinds of things
with her handsome father, and with his big beautiful cock, and she'd worry
about the possible consequences later.

     Betty began getting out of her clothes, and Stacy started doing the same.
Her father would soon find out for sure there were two females in the room with
him, and she hoped she wouldn't have to fight Betty to get her share of the
thrilling action.  She almost wished she'd been sent into the bedroom alone.
Even if Betty would be there to share her father's possible anger afterward.

     "I still think our hostess is a little nutty for coming up with these
silly games, but I'll have to admit I find this one strangely exciting."

     Stacy and Betty had finished getting undressed.  Betty winked at Stacy and
got on the bed near Stacy's father's head.  He reached up, felt around, and
began fondling her big titties.  She leaned her face over and kissed him on the
mouth.  Stacy knew Betty wanted to give her first crack at the big cock, but
she wished she had all of her father all to herself. His mouth, his kisses,
everything.  She watched them kissing heatedly, obviously using their tongues,
and felt a pang of jealousy.  She felt even more jealous when she saw-his
lovely cock lifting into an erection before she'd even touched it.

     Telling herself she was being silly, and had no right to be jealous, Stacy
got on the bed between her father's parted legs.  She caressed his muscular
thighs.  They were smooth and warm to the touch.  She was glad he didn't have
much hair on his body.  The blond bush didn't even extend very far on his
belly.  She grasped his big prick with one hand and felt it grow hard in her
fist.  God, but it was exciting to be touching her father so intimately!  She
could feel her cunt lips already becoming damp.

     Stacy glanced up at the mirror.  There were lights on an around the room.
It was a little weird to sec everything reflected.  She watched her fingers,
and the big stiff shaft as she slowly moved her fist up and down on the hard,
throbbing flesh.  She looked back down, directly at the swollen knob.   The
glans was an attractive pink.  The smell drifting up to her nostrils made her
feel a little giddy.

     The big cock had to be all of nine inches long.  Maybe even ten.

     On a downward stroke, Stacy left her fingers wrapped around the thick base
of the long, rigid rod.  She leaned over and began licking the big knob.  The
taste seemed to be even better than the cocks she'd licked before.  Not that
there was really much of a taste, she thought, twirling her tongue around and
around the sleek flesh.  The basic blandness still surprised her.

     She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the glans.  She felt her father's
ass lift from the mattress, driving a few inches of the shaft into her sucking
mouth.  His buttocks settled back down, but she followed, taking more of the
truly wonderful cock, grabbing his heavy bans with her other hand.

     She was actually sucking her father's big beautiful cock!  The fact it was
supposed to be forbidden to perform any kind of sex act with one's father
seemed to give her even more thrilling pleasure.  How could anything that felt
so good, and seemed so right, be so bad?  God, but she was glad things had
worked out as they had!  No matter what happened afterward, she'd treasure her
memories forever and ever!

     Stacy had started holding the thick base of the jutting prick with a thumb
and forefinger, so as to get more into her greedily sucking mouth. The knob
began striking the back of her mouth on each downward movement. She didn't
think she could possibly take it all, but she just had to try.

     She relaxed her throat muscles, as she'd learned to do with the four other
cocks she'd sucked, and managed to take enough to make the soft pubic hairs
tickle her nose.  She wanted to feel and taste the sperm shooting into her
mouth and down her throat, but she also wanted her father's big cock buried in
her steaming cunt.  There was Betty to think about, too.  Betty would want, and
maybe demand, a lot of the action.

     While thinking about Betty, and taking her father's swollen cockhead deep
into her throat, Stacy had her eyes closed.  She began sucking only the crown,
and looked to see what her father and Betty were doing.  They were still
kissing passionately, and her father was still fondling Betty's lovely titties.
Deciding that even if her father was capable of lasting a long time, as she'd
observed while peeking, he might need a little rest, Stacy removed her mouth
and tongue from his saliva-coated tool.

     Besides, she wanted to give him pleasure by licking his balls.  She might
even tongue his asshole.  She didn't want to get her jaws to aching, either.
As had happened late Saturday afternoon out at the lake.  She was glad she'd
had practice sucking and fucking.  She had a better chance to make her father
happy.

     Before Stacy could move her mouth down to her father's heavy sac, he and
Betty stopped kissing.  He said he was in the mood for some pussy lapping, then
added, "I won't even attempt to guess who owns the mouth and tongue down there,
but I will say she's an expert!"

     Stacy caught herself just in time to keep from saying thanks.  She lifted
and watched as Betty straddled his head and lowered her crotch down over his
face.  Stacy saw her father's tongue lick Betty's cunt, then his fingers grasp
Betty's firm asscheeks.  She also heard little moans spilling from Betty's
lips.  She suddenly wondered at what point her father was supposed to remove
the blindfold.  When he failed to guess the identity of his partners?  Again
she found herself wishing Betty wasn't there.

     Stacy's father moved his legs helpfully when she moved down to get at his
nuts with her mouth and tongue.  She kissed and tongued his inner thighs first,
remembering how much she enjoyed such oral attentions.  She licked the bag and
sucked a testicle into her mouth.  Just as she pushed the ball out with her
tongue, intending to give the other one the same lavish treatment, she felt the
bed shaking and saw Betty bouncing and wriggling through an orgasm.

     She licked up along the underside of the poking cock, engulfed the head
and sucked, sensing she'd soon be asked to change places with Betty. She was
ready, too.  She was getting very close to starting on the blissful journey
toward a climax.  She was even tempted to impale herself on the big beauty.  It
was only fair that she gave Betty a chance to do some sucking, though.  Hell,
if it weren't for Betty the glorious happening wouldn't even be taking place!

     As soon as Betty lifted and rolled away from Stacy's father's face, he
licked his wet lips, and said, "Why don't you hot-ass gals switch around?  I'd
like to return the favor to the one doing such a damned good job of sucking my
cock!"

     Stacy and Betty were moving before he finished speaking.  Stacy didn't
give him her pussy to lap right away, though.  She waited until Betty was
sucking his cock.  She was afraid she might be jealous and she wanted to find
out one way or the other.  She was pleased to discover she only felt a strange
kind of happiness for her father.  She wanted him to have all the pleasure
possible and she could tell he liked the way Betty gave a blowjob.  She just
hoped he didn't shoot off in Betty's greedily sucking mouth.

     "The one sucking my cock now is damned good, too," Stacy's father said.
He chuckled.  "I don't want to slight anyone!"

     He'd reached out and found Stacy with a hand.  He was caressing her
poking, hard-tipped titties.  She impulsively leaned over and kissed him on the
mouth.   There was a faint taste of Betty's cuntal secretions.  He jabbed his
hot tongue into Stacy's mouth and she tingled right down to her toes.  God, but
it was great to be French-kissing her handsome father!

     He broke the feverish, tongue-lashing kiss, then told her to give him her
snatch.  She did, hurriedly, and excitedly ground her moist cunt lips down on
his open mouth.  His slippery tongue snaked into her quivering twat and she
lifted enough to allow him to breath.  He swabbed the wet walls, his fingers
gripping her ass, and she moved in such a way as to make it easier for him to
get at her stiffened clitoris.

     He lapped the sensitive organ, then got his lips around the hard bump of
flesh and sucked greedily.  He was damned good at the intimate oral act, it
felt wonderful, but the fact it was her father going down on her added greatly
to her pleasure.  Her horny father actually had his tongue in her twat!

     Stacy spasmed within thirty seconds.  She bounced and squirmed, jerked and
jolted, and didn't try to keep the little whimpering cries of ecstasy from
spilling from between her parted lips.  He kept sucking, gulping, and
swallowing long after she'd become still and silent.  She was reluctant to
remove her twitching pussy from his mouth until she thought about the glorious
fact she still had his lovely cock to sample with her palpitating cunt.

     As soon as Stacy lifted and swung away from her father's head, Betty
stopped sucking his cock, got out of the way, and motioned for Stacy to mount
him.  Smiling her thanks, Stacy quickly straddled her father and guided his
jutting rod into her hot, juicy snatch, keeping her weight on her knees and
bracing on her hands and arms.

     She lowered slowly, thrilling to every inch of the magnificent cock as it
pushed past the clinging folds of sensitive cunt flesh.  When she'd captured it
all, she gave a little sigh of pure, unadulterated bliss.  Oh, God!  She
actually had her dear father's truly wonderful cock buried balls deep in her
quivering cunt!  Sweet Jesus!  She was finally actually fucking her darling
father!  She was doing something she'd dreamed about for a long, long time.
Maybe for years!

     Stacy had started moving up and down, up and down, slowly and
deliberately, all of her senses focused upon the huge, slippery pole sliding in
deep, then almost out of her clinging, clasping cunt.  It was almost as if
she'd died and gone to heaven.  She was coming already! She'd just started and
she was already about to climax!

     She saw the pleasure registering on her father's face.  She had to fight
the wild urge to rip the blindfold from his eyes and let him see the glorious
pleasure registering on her own features.  What would he say if he saw he was
being fucked by his own daughter?  Would it detract from his enjoyment?  Or add
to it?

     Stacy had been bouncing faster and faster, hoping to feel the hot jism
spurting into her hot cunt when she spasmed, at the same time not wanting her
father's cock to lose its hardness.  She got one of her wishes.  When she'd
settled down after an orgasm that'd been heavenly and left her breathless, her
father hadn't climaxed, and his cock was still rock hard.

     Betty tapped Stacy on her ass demandingly.  Stacy didn't want to
relinquish her father's poking prick without feeling it spurt, and she was
already eager to take another delightful trip, but she knew she had to be fair
with Betty.  She dismounted, and watched as Betty quickly took her place.

     Again she was happy for her father.  She knew Betty was a good fuck, as
well as being an expert at sucking either a cock or a cunt, and she could tell
he was enjoying himself tremendously.  She only wished she could tell him to
save his load for her.

     As it turned out, there was no need for Stacy to be so concerned. After
Betty had bounced through an orgasm, and it only took a couple of minutes, the
cock was still thrusting proudly when she dismounted.

     Stacy quickly impaled herself once again.  The climaxes she'd already
enjoyed had calmed her down a great deal.  She began fucking slowly, clamping
down on the hard shaft while moving, trying to milk the jism out with her inner
muscles.

     She felt Betty getting behind her, kissing her humping ass.  She leaned
forward, mashed her taut-tipped breasts against her father's chest, and glued
her mouth to his parted lips.  He returned her feverish kiss, and soon they
were taking turns nibbling at each other's inner lips.

     Betty went lower and nuzzled her face down to where she could get her
tongue on their joined genitals.  Stacy began leaving her ass lifted longer on
the upstroke, giving Betty a chance to get more licks in at the exposed cock.
She knew the juices from her heated cunt were being lapped up and swallowed,
and she suddenly wanted to change places with Betty. She had the crazy thought
things might work out so she and her father and her mother could make the
threesome scene.

     After all, she and her mother both liked to eat pussy.

     Stacy pulled her mouth from her father's and swung from his thrusting
tool.  She made Betty understand what she wanted to do by making motions. Betty
seemed very happy to go along with the new arrangement.

     Getting a big bang out of tonguing the tangy-tasting sex organs, Stacy
again thought about how it might turn out so she could also have sex with her
lovely mother.  The idea didn't seem all that crazy or preposterous while she
was down licking her father's slippery cock, his balls, wet with cunt juice,
and Betty's clinging pussy lips.

     "I know damned well I won't be able to guess who you hot-ass gals are, and
I doubt that I was even expected to, but since I'm supposed to get my gun twice
before removing the blindfold, I have a suggestion to make.  I'm getting close
to a climax and it might be a good idea for one of you to suck me off the first
time.  It wouldn't be so messy and I'm not the kind of a guy who likes to delve
his tongue into a sperm-filled cunt."

     Stacy had started moving as soon as her father started speaking. Betty had
just started to bounce through an orgasm.  Stacy didn't try to stop Betty from
finishing, but she mentally crossed her fingers, hoping her father wouldn't
lose control and shoot his sperm into Betty's snatch.

     The cock was still jutting stiffly when Betty swung off and away. Stacy
grabbed the base of the slippery rod, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the
glistening knob and about three inches of the wet shaft with one swift motion.
She sucked up and down greedily, taking the swollen glans deep into her throat
on each downward movement, Waving the hard, sleek knob with her tongue when she
lifted her mouth.

     She heard her father groan.  The sound seemed to mingle with the slurping
sounds she was making.  She squeezed his balls and milked up with her tightly
drawn lips when the big cock jerked and spurted jets of lava-like jism.  She
swallowed the thick cream as fast as she could, but the semen kept squirting
and overflowed her mouth.  She felt Betty's cheek next to hers.   She pulled
her mouth away, still swallowing sperm, and let Betty suck and drain the last
few gobs and drops.

     "God, but I really had a load, didn't I!  And that hasn't happened to me
in one hell of a long time!"

     Stacy knew her father was referring to the fact his cock hadn't lost any
of its hardness after his ejaculation.

     She thought about what he'd said about not removing the blindfold until
he'd climaxed twice.  While working on his second come he should last even
longer!

     "Stretch out here beside me.  Both of you.  I need a little rest. I'm sure
you're both very young.  Your bodies feel young, I mean.  You both have such
firm, smooth flesh.  You must be new to the swapping game. In this group,
anyhow.  I'm sure I haven't been with either one of you before.  This is all
rather stupid, really, but I'll try and play it out to the end."

     Stacy and Betty had stretched out beside him, one on each side, and he was
running his hands over their bodies.  Stacy lifted and began tonguing his
nearest nipple.  It jumped to attention and she began sucking the hard tip.
Betty began treating the other nipple in the same lavish manner.  Stacy put one
hand down and clasped his thrusting cock.  Betty put a hand down and there was
plenty of room for both their fists to move up and down on the hard flesh and
muscle.

     Stacy's father soon said he was ready to do some fucking.  Again Betty
motioned for Stacy to go first.  Stacy wondered if it was only her imagination
that made her think he'd rolled over to take her even before she tugged at him.
Maybe instinct had made him know she wanted to be fucked by him even more than
Betty did.

     When he was between her eagerly parted legs, he let her do the guiding.
As soon as her hand was out of the way, he plunged all the way in.  She gave a
little gasp and wrapped her legs around his slender waist. Ankles locked behind
his back, she began rotating her ass and hunching along with his masterful
thrusts.  He remained braced on his hands and arms.  Again she had to fight the
urge to rip the blindfold from his eyes.

     He lowered, flattened her hard-nippled mounds against his chest, buried
his face beside hers, and slipped his hands down to her hips. Matching him
thrust for thrust, rapidly building toward still another orgasm, she thought,
surely her father couldn't be angry after they'd shared such ecstatic
happiness.  She was going to have him again and again and again, though, no
matter what!  She just had to!

     Stacy's father pumped her through a spasmodic climax, then withdrew his
stiff prick, and got over between Betty's eagerly parted legs.  Stacy lifted
and watched Betty do the guiding.  Again Stacy was glad she didn't feel any
jealousy.  She'd even share her handsome stud of a father with her beautiful,
hot-ass mother without being jealous!

     Looking in the mirror in the ceiling over the bed, watching her father's
humping ass, Stacy quite calmly decided such an arrangement should work out
just fine.  They could have their pleasure at home, she could go with them to
the swapping parties, and they could even have sex with her friends.  They
should really go for all the young stuff!

     After pronging Betty through an orgasm, Stacy's father moved over and
fucked Stacy again.  It took much longer for her to come, and when she did, she
tried desperately to make him shoot off in her clasping cunt. She wanted to
feel the sperm spurting, but she also suddenly wanted to find out what his
reaction was going to be when he discovered who he was fucking.  She couldn't
find the nerve to pull the blindfold off, though, and she failed to make him
ejaculate.

     "I'll have to admit that I'm getting a little tired," Stacy's father said,
leaving his stiff cock buried deep after Stacy's spasms had subsided.

     "I think I'll just let my dick soak in this luscious cunt for a minute or
two."

     "Maybe you could come if you fucked one of us in the --"

     Betty clamped a hand over her mouth.  She was sitting up, and Stacy had
thought she was getting ready to go down and do some ass, cock, and cunt
tonguing.

     Stacy's father had lifted his upper body.  He turned his blindfolded eyes
toward Betty.  "Your voice sounds very familiar.  Have you ever been in my
home?  Are you one of my daughter's friends?"

     Betty looked at Stacy, smiled weakly, and shrugged her shapely shoulders.
"I know Stacy, Mister Morgan.  She's a very nice, normal, healthy girl, and I
like her very much."

     There was a long silence.  It looked and felt to Stacy as if her father's
entire body had become just as tense as his big cock buried in her cunt.

      She looked at his mouth, and could tell he was getting ready to ask
another question.  She was sure she knew what the question was going to be,
just as she was sure he'd already sensed what the answer would be. Surprised at
her own sudden calmness, she decided she might as well answer the question
without words.  She reached up and pushed the blindfold up around his forehead.

     Stacy's father blinked his eyes, stared, turned pale, and blurted, "Good
God!"