Animal Farm
                                   Chapter 12

     Seconds after Stacy's father blurted out the loud wordy his handsome face
flushed, turning from pale to a reddish hue, and he quickly swung from Stacy
and the bed.

     "What are you doing here!  How the hell did you get in here!"

     Stacy, amazed at her own calmness, pleased with the way her father's eyes
were flicking over her nakedness, sat up and scooted her ass to the side of the
bed.  He wasn't shocked enough to lose his hard-on, she thought happily.  She
slipped her feet to the soft, thick carpet and stood straight and proud.

     "Why don't you tell him how we got in here, Betty?" she said, smiling.

     Betty swung from the bed, on the other side, and began explaining, the
words fairly tumbling out.  Stacy dropped to her knees and took a goodly
portion of her father's wet, thrusting cock into her mouth.  She began sucking,
taking the crown deep into her throat, squeezing his big balls with one hand,
and caressing his firm buttocks with the other.

     Soon Stacy's father put his hands on her forehead and pushed her greedy
mouth from his pulsing prick.  She looked up and met his blazing eyes.  Betty
had stopped Eking, having told only how they'd peeked before, had been caught,
and had been hustled into the house and the bedroom.

     "That bitch of a hostess played a dirty trick on me, Stacy.  As well as on
you and your mother.  That's a two-way mirror over the bed.  Your mother's in
the room above watching.  We've been putting on an exhibition for no telling
how many swappers.  I thought I was just in on the initiation of two new
wives!"

     Stacy had settled back on her haunches and looked up at the two-way
mirror.  She met her father's passion-filmed eyes again.  "You said something
about having to guess who we were." "That was the original plan.  I've played
the silly game before.  I

thought talking in such a manner would throw the new wives off, make them less
suspicious about being watched.  Hells What am I talking about!  I've been
having sex with my own daughter and her friend!"

     Betty had walked around from the other side of the bed.  "You enjoyed
yourself, Mister Morgan.  You'll admit that, won't you?"

     Before Stacy's father could answer, the door swung inward and Stacy's
mother walked in.  She was fully dressed.  She stopped near the foot of the
bed.  She was frowning, her eyes glaring.  Stacy could tell her mother had seen
everything through the two-way mirror.

     "I must say, that was quite an exhibition my husband and my daughter put
on!  Not to mention you, Betty!"

     Betty had been scampering around gathering up her clothes.  She told Stacy
she'd see her around and headed for the door, still completely naked, carrying
her clothes in both hands.

     Stacy asked where she was going.

     "I'm going to find my horny father," Betty called back over her shoulder.

     "And my sexy mother!  You don't think I'm going to miss out on this
opportunity, do you!"

     "Lord have mercy on us all," Stacy's mother said.

     Stacy got to her feet.  "Don't come on with the pious stuff, Mom! What
kind of sex were you enjoying while you watched?  I've seen you at the swapping
parties.  I've seen you fucking and sucking and --"

     "That's enough," Stacy's father cut in.  "Get dressed, honey, and we'll
settle this when we get home."

     Saying she'd wait in the ear, Stacy's mother turned and hurried from the
room.

     Stacy looked at her father's stiffly thrusting cock.  He grinned weakly
and hurried to a chair in a corner where his clothes were neatly folded.  She
thought about asking for another chance to take the stiffness out of his big
cock, then remembered the two-way minor.  They were probably still being
watched, and she'd get a crack at him when they got home or know the reason
why!

     She gathered her clothes and dressed quickly.  They were ready to go at
the same time.  She felt like asking her father if he were really sorry, and
she wanted to tell him how much she'd enjoyed herself, but decided it might be
best not to say anything..  He already knew how much pleasure she'd had, she
knew he'd enjoyed himself, and she sensed he had his mind on her mother more
than anything else.

     He'd apparently gotten over the great shock he'd had, and she just hoped
he'd be reasonable about the whole deal.  Maybe the two of them could work on
her mother and get her to accept what had happened -- and what she hoped would
happen again and again, both in the near and in the far future.

     His cock wasn't poking his pants out all that much by the time they were
near the door.  He turned and thumbed his nose at the two-way mirror. Stacy
laughed and did the same.  She had the feeling everything was going to work out
just fine.  Where she and her father were concerned, anyway.

     They didn't meet anybody in the hallway, nor in the room Stacy had first
entered.  She wondered where Betty was, sure that if the wanton, fun-loving
girl hadn't found her father and mother she'd found somebody else to sex it up
with.

     They went around the big house on the side away from the swimming pool.
Stacy didn't hear any noise, and she figured everybody was inside doing the
exciting things the married couples went to a swapping party to do.

     Her father got behind the wheel and she got in back.  Her mother didn't
turn around or speak.  As soon as the car was rolling, Stacy started talking.
It wasn't very far home and she tanked fast.  She wanted to get everything said
while she had the captive audience of two.  She wasn't interrupted one time,
and she started by telling about the first lime she peeked with Betty.

     She went into some detail about the scenes in which her mother and father
had participated.  She told about the gay sex with Betty, and admitted fucking
Betty's pony.  She told about Al and Phil, the thrilling sex acts she'd enjoyed
with them and Betty, then told about the orgy at the lake, including the horse
fucking.  The only part she left out was her experience with Evelyn.  She
didn't think she had the right to reveal the redhead's secret concerning the
baby-sitting job.  She finished by giving her mother a quick rundown on how she
and Betty had happened to end up on the bed under the two-way mirror.

     Just as Stacy stopped talking, her father parked the car.  Her mother got
out and rushed into the house.  Her father remained behind the wheel, so Stacy
didn't get out, either.

     "When I told you to date and have fun I didn't mean for you to go wild,
Stacy."

     "I used what I saw you and Mom doing as an excuse, but I would've probably
done the same things, anyhow.  I guess I'm just as sexy-hot and wild as my
parents."

     Her father chuckled and said she'd made a good point.  He turned and
looked at her.  "I hope your mother will be able to adjust to what has
happened, Stacy.  Her drinking problem's caused mostly by the fact she has
never been able to accept her bisexuality.

      Mentally, I mean.  Now she'll undoubtedly worry about you."

     "She shouldn't," Stacy said.  "I like the way I am, the various ways I
enjoy sex, and I wouldn't want to be any other way."

     "She has had another problem, Stacy.  A few times, while drinking, she
confessed her true feelings about you.  She loves you because you're her
daughter, of course, but she's also attracted to you in a physical way."

     "I can easily help her solve that problem if she'll let me, Dad.  You
don't seem to feel so badly about having sex with roe.  Maybe the same will be
true of Mom once she gives it a try."

     They got out of the car without exchanging another word.  Stacy walked
around and took her father's hand.  He squeezed her fingers and said he guessed
he'd been secretly attracted to her for the past couple of years, too.  Stacy
remained silent, happy in the knowledge she at last had an understanding with
her handsome, horny father, and they walked to the house, hand in hand.

     Stacy's mother had turned a light on and was sitting on a couch.  She
didn't look up.  Stacy was glad her mother hadn't headed for a bottle. That
seemed to be a good sign.

     "We can't change what has happened, Marge.  Nor can we ever go back to
things as they were.  I, for one, intend to try and take everything in stride,
as our lovely young daughter seems to be doing, and enjoy the good fortune fate
has tossed my way.  I suggest you do the some, honey."

     Stacy's mother remained silent and didn't look up.  Stacy was still
holding hands with her father.  He led her across the room, down the hallway,
and into the master bedroom.  He dropped her hand, left the door open, and
turned a couple of table lamps on.

     He faced Stacy, smiled, and began taking his clothes off.  Her pulse
quickening, Stacy began stripping her feverish body naked.  They turned it into
a race.  It was a tie, both climbing onto the bed, from opposite sides, at the
same time.

     They went into each other's arms and locked together in a tight embrace.
On their knees, mouths glued together, tongues lashing, they slowly toppled
over until they were on their sides.  Stacy grabbed his big, stiff cock while
they were straightening out their legs.  He pulled his mouth and tongue from
hers and whispered that they had plenty of time.

     He rolled her over on her back, pulling his hard prick from her caressing
fingers.  Again he whispered, telling her he wanted to take his time and give
her a tongue bath.  She liked the idea very much.  It was just one more of her
dreams coming true, and she hoped her mother would soon come in and join them.

     He straddled her, keeping his ass lifted in the air.  He began sucking her
poking, hard-tipped tits, one and then the other, and she used her own hands to
shove even more of the firm flesh into his hot mouth. His tongue jabbed at each
erect, tingling nipple while he sucked, and at times he nipped at the elongated
tips with his teeth.  She didn't try to hold back her soft little moans of
pleasure.

     She didn't put her hands on his head, and kept them well away when he left
her throbbing mounds and trailed his moistly parted lips and darting tongue
lower.   She didn't squirm her body very much, either.  She wanted to show she
could exercise some control over her desires, and the sex she'd had with him
earlier helped her do just that.

     He licked her rib cage, one hand remaining to palm and massage a spiked
breast.  The fingers of his other hand trailed down and gently plucked at her
cunt hairs.  Kissing and tonguing, he made his way to her navel.  He jabbed his
tongue around and in the shallow indentation, his fingers running lightly over
her moist pussy lips.

     Leaving her belly button, the flat of his tongue licked every square inch
of her flat, trembling stomach.  Her entire body was beginning to feel like one
big erogenous zone.  It was amazing as to just how much of the smooth surface
of her body reacted to the touch of his lips and tongue with feelings of sexual
pleasure.  She soon began squirming heatedly, despite her efforts to remain
comparatively cool and calm while her darling father lovingly bestowed lavish
oral attentions upon her feverish flesh.

     By the time Stacy's father had tongued his way down to her inner thighs,
skirting around her pubic hairs and twitching cunt, she was more than ready for
him to go down on her.  He went lower, though.  He worked his way down along
one leg and began nibbling at her toes.  She liked that sensation very much.

     He went over to her other foot, nipped at her toes with his lips, then
worked his way up that long leg to her crotch.  He then surprised her by
flipping her over on her stomach.  He licked her legs, all the way down one and
up the other, while his fingers caressed her buttocks.

     Planting a wet kiss on each asscheek, he then straddled her again. He
kissed and licked the back of her neck and her shoulders.  She was really
squirming passionately by then, thinking when he'd said tongue bath he'd really
meant tongue bath.  While he was licking down along her spine, and walking
backward on his knees, his caressing hands molded the sides of her body.

     He tugged at her hips until her ass was hiked high in the air.  She gasped
as he licked up through the crack of her ass.  He spread the cheeks of her ass
wide with his fingers and jabbed the tip of his tongue against her puckered
anus.  She managed to relax enough for him to get all of two inches of his hot,
slippery tongue into her asshole.  He tongue-fucked the tight, twitching tunnel
until she thought she was going to melt and cream before he even got around to
tonguing her tingling cunt.

     Finally, he pulled his tongue all the way out of her clasping rectum and
licked down and up through her gaping gash.  He lifted, his hands still on her
hips, and she thought he was going to fuck her.  She didn't really care which
hole he buried his big cock in.

     Stacy's father flipped her over on her back, however, and buried his face
in her blonde crotch.  She lurched upward, lifting her buttocks inches from the
mattress as he snaked his tongue into her hot, juicy cunt. His hot tongue
probing deep, then swabbing the tender folds of hot, wet cunt flesh, he shoved
his hands under and grasped her ass.

     She settled back down on his hands, lifting her knees high, spreading them
wider, making it easier for him to burrow his face in deeper.  She began
rotating her hips and making little hunching movements as his tongue went to
her clitoris and started lapping.

     She'd been balanced on the brink of an orgasm for so long, it took less
than a minute for her to climax.  Seconds after his lips joined his lapping
tongue, encompassed her passion button, and began sucking, she soared into a
shuddering, shattering, spasmodic release.  She didn't try to stop the little
cries of pleasure escaping from between her parted lips.  She hoped her mother
would hear and become excited enough to come and turn it into an incestuous
threesome.

     Stacy had grabbed her father's bobbing head, and dug her fingers into his
scalp.  As soon as she went limp, and removed her hands, he lifted his head.

     "Sweet pussy," he said softly.  "Sweet, sweet pussy!"

     "Fuck me, Daddy," she said.  "Put your big beautiful cock in my cunt and
fuck me!"

     "Later," he said, quickly stretching out on his back beside her, his huge
cock jutting toward the ceiling.  "We have lots of time, baby, and I'm still
hoping Marge will find the guts to come and get what she wants so damned much."

     Saying she hoped the same thing, Stacy lifted and kissed her father's wet
lips, liking the taste of her own fluids.  They kissed for a short time, then
she began kissing and licking around on his broad, almost hairless chest.  She
tongued and sucked his nipples until the surprisingly big nubs were hard and
stiff.  She then proceeded to give him a tongue bath.

     She failed to get past his thrusting prick, though.  She just had to suck
the big beauty.  There was a little bead of clear Liquid in the flit. She
scooped up the tasty morsel with her tongue, swallowed, then slipped her lips
over the hard, hot glans.  She enjoyed having his eyes focused upon her every
move.  Before she'd sucked him hard and fast.  Now, wanting to prove she didn't
really have to be all that greedy, she sucked up and down on the rigid shaft
slowly and gently, actually using almost no suction at all.

     God, but it was pure pleasure just to suck without trying to make his
lovely cock shoot off, she thought.  She kept her lips lightly closed on the
shaft, holding her tongue away, raising and lowering her head very slowly,
savoring the taste and feel of the hard meat, relishing every wonderful moment.

     She took more and more, relaxing her throat muscles, letting the crown
sink deep on each downward motion.  Soon she was taking just about all of her
father's delightful dick, surprised as well as pleased with her success.

     "Honey-baby, you sure learned fast!  It's really incredible!  You suck
cock as if you'd been doing it for years and years, you can snap your sweet
cunt muscles just as well as your dear mother, and I'll bet you eat pussy just
as expertly!"

     Her father's words were like music to Stacy's ears.  She'd always liked to
be the best at anything she did.  The words were proof that she'd succeeded
where sex was concerned.  She hoped she'd get a chance to prove to her lovely
mother she was something of an expert at the art of cunnilingus.  So Betty and
the other girls had told her, anyhow.  She hoped things had worked out as
wonderfully for Betty as they had for her!

     "We have company, Stacy!  I thought you'd see things our way, Marge!"

     Stacy lifted her mouth from her father's throbbing cock.  Her mother was
standing beside the bed, gloriously naked.  Stacy quickly stretched out on her
back beside her father.  Cocksucking and fucking would have to wait.  Her
lovely mother's brown eyes had the familiar gleam in them.  The gleam that
meant it was cuntlapping time!

     Stacy's mother climbed onto the bed without saying a word.  She seemed to
be in a trance.  She got between Stacy's eagerly parted legs, making little
whimpering sounds deep in her throat.  She stared at Stacy's blonde crotch,
darted her tongue out and around her full lips, quickly leaned over, and mashed
her open mouth against Stacy's cunt.

     Just as Stacy gasped and lurched upward, as her mother's tongue slithered
into her quivering cunt, her father glued his mouth to her parted lips and
jabbed his tongue past her teeth.  Her mother began sucking the inner lips
below, and her father sucked the inner lips above. It was as if she were being
eaten alive, with greedy mouths going at her from both ends.  She was glad when
her father pulled his mouth from hers and began sucking on one of her throbbing
tits.  It made it easier for her to concentrate on the wildly wonderful
pleasure being produced by her mother's expert cuntlapping.

     All the other times she'd had her cunt lapped were as nothing compared to
the lavish worship her steaming snatch was receiving from her cunt-happy
mother.  It was incredible the way just about the entire inside of her cunt
seemed to be drawn into her mother's hot, sucking mouth.

     "Oh, God!" she cried.  "Oh, sweet Jesus!  You're sucking me inside out!
Don't stop!  Oh, I'm already coming! I'm cominnnnng ..."

     While Stacy was still spasming, and bucking and wriggling wildly, her ass
being held by her mother's gripping fingers, her mother's mouth and tongue went
to her clitoris.  The blissful ecstasy went on and on.  When her mother finally
stopped lapping and sucking, Stacy just knew the mind-bending orgasm had lasted
all of three glorious minutes.

     "Wow!" she exclaimed when she'd recovered her breath.  "I'm really going
to have to do some more practicing, and even so, I don't think I'll ever be
able to do it that well!"

     Stacy's father had pulled his mouth from her tingling tit.  "Why don't you
start practicing now?" he asked, chuckling.

     "Oh, Jim, this is terribly wrong!" Marge said.

     "It seems terribly right to me," Stacy said, meeting her mother's
passion-filmed eyes.  "The three of us are going to have a wonderful life
together.

     I won't interfere with the swapping.  Maybe I could even start going to
the parties with you.  I'll bet Betty's with her parents just like I am with
mine by now.  Unless the three of them are still sexing it up at the party.  We
can get the girls and guys I told you about to join us, too.  And you'll have
to try the big horse cocks, Mom.  You'd go for that, I'll bet.  You wouldn't
mind, would you, Dad?  Is it all right if I call you Marge and dim?"

     Stacy didn't get a verbal answer, but she felt her sexy parents' actions
were answer enough.  Her mother had stretched out beside her and was sucking a
spiked breast, and her father had resumed sucking her other throbbing tit.  She
began fondling her mother's lovely titties, and pushed a hand down and began
stroking her father's lovely cock.  She wanted to watch her father fuck her
mother at close range, and she wanted to be fucked by him again and again, but
first she wanted to taste her mother's twat.

     There weren't any protests when Stacy pushed the greedy mouths from her
taut-tipped breasts and rolled over on her side, facing Marge.  Stacy pushed
Marge over on her back and began feasting upon her big boobies. She suckled
one, then the other, and kissed Marge's wet mouth before trailing lower.  Marge
returned the tongue-lashing kiss, and Stacy saw Jim watching excitedly when she
did start the thrilling trip down to Marge's crotch. The delectable fragrance
emanating from Marge's cunt was so exquisite Stacy only stared at the moist
slit for a few seconds, breathing in the aroma in long, slow breaths.  Marge
lifted slightly, and Stacy pushed the soft lips apart with her fingertips, then
lowered and extended her tongue.

     Stacy licked the hot lips, first one, then the other, still keeping them
spread wide with her fingers.  She delved her tongue into the hot, juicy pussy,
thrilling to the taste, then began drawing the folds of flesh into her mouth.
She sucked as she'd so recently been sucked, trying to do as good a job,
feeling she'd had some success when little moans began drifting down from the
lips above.

     Feeling fingers on her head, digging into her scalp, Stacy moved her mouth
to the top of the twitching cunt and found the clitoris stiffly erect.  The
passion button had to be over an inch long, she thought, fluttering her tongue
against the slippery organ.  She twirled her tongue, then lapped, bringing soft
little cries of joy from above.

     Slipping her lips around the stiffened clit, she added sucking to her
lapping, and pushed her hands around and under Marge's squirming buttocks. She
grasped the firm, smooth asscheeks, and began bobbing her head.  Marge began
hunching and wriggling, then soon began jerking and jolting wildly.

     Stacy kept sucking and swallowing the tasty secretions until Marge went
limp and the clutching fingers and had been removed from her head. She lifted
her face and licked her wet lips.

     "Fuck her, Dad!  I want to watch you fuck Mom until she climaxes again!"

     While speaking the loud words, Stacy had been moving out of the way,
confident Jim would go along with her wishes.  She watched closely as Jim did
get between Marge's legs and bury his cock balls deep in her surging cunt.

     When Jim started his thrusts, Stacy got around behind him and got her
mouth and tongue in on the action.  He moved slowly, leaving his ass high in
the air long enough for her to lick his wet, slippery, pistoning prick, and she
even got in a lick at the clinging cunt lips now and then.  It wasn't long
before Stacy had to get out of the way, though, because he began pounding Marge
through a spasmodic climax.

     As soon as Marge sagged, she cried, "Fuck Stacy, Jim!  You know what I
want to do!"

     Stacy quickly got on her back, into position to be fucked by her father,
and she was sure she also knew what her mother wanted to do.  She decided that
before the night was over, she'd try eating Jim's sperm out of Marge's cunt.
She also wanted to be corn-holed by his big cock before they called it quits.

     Jim pronged Stacy's clasping cunt for all of five minutes -- while Marge
tongued their genitals before he spurted his hot sperm into Stacy's snapping
snatch.  She spawned simultaneously, giving out with loud words about how
wonderful it felt.

     As soon as Jim withdrew his rapidly softening cock, Marge sucked it clean
of jism and cuntal fluids, then mashed her mouth against Stacy's sopping cunt.
Stacy spasmed again, and again loudly proclaimed how wonderful it felt.

     The three of them stretched out side by side again while resting, with
Stacy in the middle, and Marge finally broke a long silence.

     "Stacy, I know this is wicked, and Jim and I have failed as parents, but
right now I'm as happy as I've ever been in my life."

     "The same goes for me," Jim said.

     "That makes three happy people," Stacy said.  "And what's wrong with
happiness?  Nothing!  I think I have the best mother and father in the whole
wide world, and I want us to have the same kind of happiness again and again
and again!"

     They did.  On and on into the night.


                                    The End