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Chapter 1
"It won't be long now, Stacy. Soon you'll be seeing that adults, and
people in general, tend to behave pretty much the same with their
clothes off. I get my rocks off just trying to guess what kind of
action I'm going to see. Maybe a couple of women will come into the
bedroom and go at each other like crazy. I like to watch the wives
engaged in Lesbianism, but I like to watch a hot fucking and sucking
session most of all. Maybe we'll be lucky and two couples will be on
that bed in just a matter of minutes!"
Stacy Morgan didn't answer, and she didn't look at Betty Evans too
closely. She felt nervous and even a little guilty about peeking
through the bedroom window.
She must've been out of her mind to agree to accompany Betty, she
thought. They had no right to spy on people engaged in sexual
activities. Or in any kind of activities, for that matter.
"We're in luck," Betty whispered. "I've seen this couple in action
before. With others as well as each other. They'll probably go down on
each other before they fuck. They always have before, anyhow, and I
know you'll get a big bang out of watching that. They might even do a
sixty-nine before he puts the blocks to her. He has a big cock, too. I
guess I'd better shut up and just watch, huh!"
Again Stacy didn't answer. But she was glad that Betty had apparently
decided to stop talking. Not that she thought the couple that'd entered
the bedroom could hear. It was warm, but the window was down because of
air-conditioning, and Stacy felt a little pang of regret because she
and Betty wouldn't be able to hear, also.
The man and woman both looked to be in their late thirties. He was tan,
had good-looking features, and there was a big bulge in the front of
his pants. She was quite short, had a pretty face, and her breasts were
poking her blouse way out.
Stacy continued to stare as they began to get undressed, not helping
each other with that task, but standing close and keeping their eyes on
each other as more and more flesh was revealed.
The woman's breasts--or titties, as Stacy knew Betty would call the big
twin mounds--were poking straight out even without the bra. Soon she
saw the man's cock, and it was also poking straight out.
In a matter of seconds the man and woman were both completely naked.
Stacy failed to suppress a little gasp as the woman dropped before the
man and grabbed his thrusting cock with both hands. Then the woman's
tongue darted out and licked all around the big knob.
"She'll suck his disk," Betty whispered. "Then he'll probably lap her
pussy before they fuck. She won't blow him off all the way, of course.
That'd mean that she'd have to wait for him to get another hard-on
before they fucked. Look at that!"
Stacy was looking. She fleetingly thought that she'd put up one hell of
a fight if somebody tried to pull her away from the window. The woman
had gone down lower and was licking the man's heavy hanging testicles.
The man tapped the woman's head lightly and she pulled her face back,
her parted lips glistening wetly in the light.
The couple climbed onto the bed and Betty whispered that they were
getting where they'd be more comfortable. Stacy had figured that out by
herself. She was already getting sexy-hot from what she'd already seen
and she hoped that she didn't cream her panties. That'd be
embarrassing! Especially if she was unable to keep Betty from knowing
it.
The man got on his back. The woman got on her hands and knees and
suspended her face over his jutting cock. She licked the big knob
again, then balanced on one hand and arm while she used her other hand
to hold the hard flesh steady by grasping the thick base of the shaft.
She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the swollen glans. Stacy could
see her cheeks bulging out. But she only kept the knob in her mouth for
a few seconds. Stacy glanced at the man's face and saw his lips moving.
She assumed correctly that the woman had been told, or asked, to stop
sucking.
The woman backed off and the man parted his legs and raised his knees.
She went down and began kissing and licking his sac. She took a ball
into her mouth and sucked. Then she pushed that testicle out and sucked
the other one into her mouth. The man stroked her head, her dark hair,
and squirmed his buttocks against the mattress.
"I'd forgotten about this swapping wife liking to tongue assholes,"
Betty whispered. "She'll be giving him a good reaming soon!"
Betty had hardly finished giving the information before the woman was
performing analingus upon the man. Stacy had seen pictures of the
intimate oral act being performed, as she had seen pictures depicting
just about every sex act imaginable, but she'd never even seen a hard
cock in the flesh before. She felt that she should be disgusted with
the woman, and with herself for getting a strange kind of thrill from
watching, but she wasn't. She'd read that anything a man and woman did
sexually to give each other pleasure was perfectly acceptable and she
certainly wasn't qualified to argue with the so-called authorities.
The man had pulled his legs up until his thighs were touching his
chest. The woman licked all over the anal region in ever smaller
circles, getting closer and closer to the puckered asshole. Stacy had a
perfect view, as did Betty, and Stacy heard Betty give a little gasp as
the woman jabbed her tongue against the knot.
"She has her tongue buried at least two inches in his asshole, Stacy!
You can bet your beautiful butt that he's enjoying it! I've had my
asshole reamed like that I'm telling you it's a wonderful sensation!"
Stacy wasn't surprised or shocked by Betty's words. Or confession. She
knew that her comparatively new friend had been around plenty. That was
one reason she'd been so helpful in cultivating the friendship. She'd
been, and still was, tired of just reading about sex and looking at
erotic pictures and masturbating.
She hadn't yet made up her mind--or gotten the nerve--to actually do
anything herself, but she had been getting vicarious thrills from
listening to Betty's sexy talk. Now she was glad that the pretty and
beautifully stacked girl had told her about the local swap club and had
brought her along to peek. Maybe she would go on a double date as Betty
had suggested. She could find out if Betty was really as free-wheeling
where sex was concerned as she claimed to be.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Stacy? You haven't said one word since we
started peeking!"
The shade was up about six inches and there was enough light for Stacy
to see Betty's flashing dark eyes when she turned her head. "You know
damn well I'm enjoying myself," she whispered. "Have you ever used your
tongue like that, Betty?"
Laughing low in her throat, Betty said, "Ask me no questions and I'll
tell you no lies!"
"That's answer enough," Stacy said, forcing a smile.
"You aren't disgusted with me, are you?"
"No," Stacy said, looking back into the bedroom. "What you do is your
own business, Betty, but I still want you to know that just because
we're friends doesn't mean that I'm going to change my way of life.
Look. I guess the man's going to return the favor. I guess it'd be
called a favor, anyhow."
"That's what it'd be call all right," Betty said, letting out a little
laugh again. "That horny swapper's going to take time for some tit-
sucking, though!"
The man had straddled the woman after she'd gotten on her back. One of
his hands was kneading one big poking breast and he was tonguing the
other mound. Watching the male tongue jabbing around and against the
nipple, which it was easy to see had gotten hard, made Stacy vividly
aware of the way her own nipples had become stiffly erect. They were
poking against the restraining bra and she almost wished that she was
alone. She could probably just touch her spiked breasts with her
fingers and start coming like crazy. As soon as she got home she'd
finger-fuck the hell out of herself. Stacy felt her face flush and was
glad that Betty couldn't read her feverish mind.
The man sucked the nipple and soon engulfed a goodly portion of the
firm-looking breast with his greedily sucking mouth. The woman squirmed
her ass on the mattress and used her own hands to cram more flesh into
the man's mouth. Soon he moved over and lavished the same attentions
upon the other thrusting mound of taut-tipped flesh. Stacy wondered, as
she had so many times before, just how it'd feel to have her own
titties tongued and sucked.
That feels damned good, Stacy! Only it feels twice as good when both
titties are being sucked at the same time by two different fellows!"
Stacy knew that Betty couldn't really read her mind, even if it did
seem that way. She suddenly wished that she was as experienced as
Betty. The worrying about taking so many important steps would at least
be over, even if it turned out that she only had more worries of a
different kind and they were much more serious. Which was the trouble,
of course. Once a girl went all the way she could never retreat, and
she'd had the romantic dreams about saving herself for a future husband
for a long, long time.
The man left the breasts and trailed his mouth down along the woman's
squirming body. He darted his tongue around and then into the deep
belly button. Then he kissed and licked his way lower, skirting around
the short, dark pubic hairs, going out near one of her rounded hips,
and on down to her inner thighs when she parted her legs. He tongued
both thighs and then ran the flat of his tongue up through her gaping
gash. She lurched upward, but he pulled away and slipped his hands
under her legs, behind her knees, and folded her legs back until her
thighs were mashed against her titties. Stacy wasn't sure that she'd
want to be placed in such a position she'd feel so exposed-- but she
found it to be a very exciting sight. She'd never had such a good look
at the intimate parts of a female body, except her own in a mirror and
in the pictures she had hidden at home so she fleetingly thought that
everything she was witnessing could be considered a form of sex
education. All students should be so lucky as to get such first-hand
information!
The man used his mouth and tongue on the woman's buttocks as she'd used
her mouth and tongue on his ass. He also went around in ever smaller
circles, finally licking the tiny anal opening and then penetrating it
with his stiffened tongue. His buttocks were high in the air, his prick
poking, and Stacy's attention was focused upon that hard organ part of
the time. It looked to be at least eight inches long and she was eager
to see it slip into the woman's pussy. Or into the woman's asshole, for
that matter. From reading and from pictures, Stacy knew that the big
cock would go in and up the rectum, but she didn't see either hole get
plugged right away.
Because shortly after the man pulled his tongue from the squirming
woman's asshole and began performing cunnilingus, with her legs draped
over his shoulders and her ass wriggling against the mattress, another
couple entered the bedroom. They were already naked and looked to be
about the same age as the couple moving together so heatedly on the
bed.
The second man already had a thrusting erection, but his cock looked to
be only about six inches long. About average, Stacy had read, but she'd
seen very few that small in the many pictures she had in a bureau
drawer in her bedroom. She almost wished that she was in her bedroom
right then. Where she could strip out of her clothes and shove a finger
or two into her own steaming snatch!
The second woman also had big breasts, but they were hanging slightly,
not unattractively, and her legs were long and shapely. Her pubic hairs
were also dark and short, parted back from her cuntal lips. She went
over to the bed and tapped the first man's bobbing head.
"I'm sure that we're going to see some gay stuff now," Betty whispered.
"Female gay stuff, that is. Because I've never seen any of the husbands
going at each other."
Betty was right. The man lifted his head and grinned at the second
woman and man. The woman he'd been lapping opened her eyes and smiled.
The man moved from between her legs, and while the second woman was
taking his place, went up and started sucking on one of the first
woman's thrusting titties. The second man climbed onto the bed and
began sucking on the other jutting breast.
"That's enough to make a girl cream her panties!" Betty whispered
excitedly.
Stacy didn't say anything, but she agreed one hundred percent. She
wondered if Betty was going to have an orgasm. She didn't think she
would, not without touching herself, but the crotch of her panties
already felt damp. God, what a sight! The woman's head was bobbing and
her hair was swirling as she performed the intimate oral act. The two
men were sucking on the two breasts furiously, and the woman receiving
all the lavish attention was bucking like crazy.
"She's coming, Stacy! Jesus, would I ever like to be in her place! It's
really great to have a tongue and lips working away down there while
two mouths are going to town above! A lapping tongue and a sucking
mouth feels just about as great as a pistoning prick. And, to settle
any curiosity you may have, yes, I've had my cunt and clit sucked and
lapped by females as well as by males!"
"That's terrible," Stacy said, not sure that she meant it, unable to
take her eyes from the erotic tableau.
"It's terribly nice, baby! Someday you'll know just how nice it really
is! Maybe not from a female, but any male with an ounce of brains and a
real desire to make a girl happy will eat pussy before pronging it!"
Stacy remained silent as both women stopped all motion and the men
pulled away. The woman that'd been doing the cuntlapping lifted her
head, licked her lips, and moved until she was kissing the other woman
on the mouth. It was obvious to Stacy that the kiss was being returned
in a very passionate manner.
One of the men said something and patted the uplifted ass of the woman
on top. She immediately lowered her body until the two female crotches
were making contact and the two pair of breasts were mashed together.
Both females began squirming together, going through the motions of
intercourse--fucking, as Betty would've bluntly stated it, Stacy
thought and the woman on the bottom reached down and grabbed a stiff
cock in each hand.
"It's fun to give one guy a handjob," Betty said. "Jacking two off at
the same time is really great! Not that I think she'll be allowed to
keep on until those two stiff dicks shoot off!"
"I still find it difficult to believe that those four people are
married, but not to each other," Stacy said. "Did I say that right?
Anyhow, you know what I mean."
"You'd really be surprised to know just who and how many married
couples do swap around here," Betty said. "Personally, I see no harm in
it. I'm sure that most married people get bored with each other sooner
or later and what harm is there if they both agree to swap? They at
least stay together and there isn't much difference in that and getting
divorces and marrying three, four, five, or six times like some so-
called high class bitches in this country do."
"Maybe you're right about that, but that doesn't explain the reason for
the way those two women are going at each other."
"That's just a little extra added pleasure, Stacy! Hell, life's short
and all that stuff and I admire the hedonists and the way they think.
Because I'm one myself, I guess!"
"Maybe I'm just envious because I'm unable to let myself go the way you
can," Stacy said, finding that the talk was somehow helping her keep
herself under control. A few times she'd had the wild urge to rush off
into the darkness where she could be alone to relieve the tension that
was just as much mental as it was physical.
"You're doing just fine, Stacy. A few more days with me and my blunt
way of speaking and you'll be surprising yourself with your new way of
looking upon sex and life in general. I could sense that you weren't
really a prude, you know, or I wouldn't have bothered to try and help
you come out of your shell. Well, it looks as if they're finally going
to start fucking! "
The two women had pulled away from each other and were getting on their
backs. It didn't seem to Stacy that they'd climaxed while grinding
their cunts together. She wondered if Betty had ever done that, or used
her mouth and tongue on another female, but she was afraid to ask.
Betty might think that she was hinting that she'd like to assume what
she'd read was, called the passive role in Lesbianism, and she didn't
want to fool around with the gay stuff. She might get hooked, as some
females did, and she didn't want to take any chances on anything like
that happening. Not until she'd at least had sex with a male, anyhow!
It turned out that Betty was wrong. They didn't start fucking right
away. The men went down on the women, switching back and forth a couple
of times, as the women fondled each other's titties. Stacy could tell
that the women weren't climaxing and it looked as if the men were just
kind of teasing them, getting them hot and ready for the cocks that
looked bigger all the time.
Finally, the men did mount the women, the second man taking the first
woman, the first man Stacy and Betty had seen getting between the other
woman's parted legs. The women put their hands down and did the
guiding. Both men pushed in balls deep, held there for a few seconds,
then pulled their stiff shafts out until only the knobs were embedded.
Both women lurched upward to capture all of the rigid rods and the men
shoved all the way in again, slamming the women's asses back down upon
the mattress.
Stacy had daydreamed many times about being fucked, and about others
fucking, and she thought a little wildly that at least one of her
fantasies was coming true. It was just as exciting as she'd thought
it'd be. It was beautiful, really, the rhythmical way each couple moved
together. She had all kinds of still pictures, but they paled greatly
when compared to actually witnessing sexual intercourse-fucking.
Again the men switched back and forth from woman to woman, fucking for
only a minute or two each time before they shifted, and Stacy didn't
really pay enough attention to that part of the erotic scene to know
how many times a shift was made. It was enough just to see the
glistening cocks from time to time, imagining how it'd feel to have one
shoved into her steaming snatch each time there was a change of
partners--and then wondering how it'd feel to have a prick pistoning in
her palpitating pussy.
Because a few times she seemed to be right on the brink of a blissful
orgasm. But she'd close her eyes and grip the window sill until her
knuckles ached and somehow keep from spasming. She was afraid that
she'd moan or cry out and she didn't want Betty to know that she was so
passionate. That pretty girl seemed surprisingly calm and cool and
Stacy knew that it'd be very embarrassing to lose control of herself.
Besides, she thought a few times, it wasn't the first time she'd been
as hot as a firecracker and couldn't or didn't do anything about it.
Sometimes she could get almost as sexy-hot while sitting in a classroom
and having erotic daydreams and the wildest fantasies possible.
"They're long-lasting studs," Betty said after about ten minutes had
passed. "That's nothing unusual, though. The swapping husbands are a
sophisticated bunch, of course, and I guess it takes something really
extra to make them shoot off fast like a teen-ager. Come to think of
it, I know quite a few boys able to last and last! They're going to try
something else now."
Stacy hadn't taken her eyes from the fucking couples. The men pulled
their cocks out and walked on their hands and knees until each
glistening prick was poking directly at a waiting female mouth. The two
women licked their own cunt juices from the cocks and then the men
lowered enough to be sucked. The sucking didn't go on very long. The
men got out of the way and the women got into what Stacy had heard
called the sixty-nine position.
While the women were going down on each other, the men got down behind
them, each tonguing an asshole. That went on for a few minutes, then
the men pulled away, turned around, and each began to rub the end of
his hard cock through the crack of a female ass.
"You just might see some ass-fucking, Stacy!"
Glancing at Betty, Stacy wondered if the wanton young girl had ever
taken a cock up her rectum. Why certainly! There wasn't even any need
to ask. There probably wasn't much of anything that Betty hadn't done
where sex was concerned. Did she really want to become as free-wheeling
as Betty? Betty seemed to be happy enough, that was for sure, but
losing one's virginity didn't mean that one had to become as wantonly
promiscuous as Betty so obviously was. Not, Stacy quickly told herself,
that she'd definitely made up her mind to go on a double date with
Betty. Besides, if she didn't really like the date a lot she wouldn't
even consider letting him be first to--to fuck her.
Stacy felt a shudder ripple throughout her entire body and it didn't
have much to do with the exciting erotic scene she was observing with
staring eyes. It had to do with her basic reluctance, and fear, of
having sexual intercourse. She'd have to stop being so wishy-washy. One
moment she had her mind made up to go all-out and let some boy fuck
her, the next moment she was frightened and making excuses ...
"They just did that to make their cocks slippery, Stacy. With their
tools coated with cunt juice they don't have to take time to go get
Vaseline or some other lubricant. Saliva works okay, too, of course!"
The women had stopped eating each other and the men had shoved their
pricks into the pussies from the rear. They'd only made a few thrusts
before withdrawing, however, and their cocks were wetly glistening.
Each man placed the blunt end of his thrusting cock against a puckered
anal opening and the bed was situated in such a way that Stacy could
see each big knob pop past a tight elastic ring.
Stacy mentally flinched in sympathy with the two women. She could see
the expressions of pain on their faces, and she'd experimented enough
with herself to know that the swollen glans lodged in the assholes just
about had to hurt. In her excitement while masturbating she'd often
gotten carried away with passion and shoved a finger up her own ass.
She'd read that the entire anal region was considered to be an
erogenous zone and it was certainly true with her.
But a finger wasn't like a big hard cock! She'd gotten used to her
finger, or her asshole had, and it felt good when she occasionally
finger-fucked herself there while stimulating her cunt and clit, but
she didn't think she'd want to try anything bigger than her finger.
Many women liked to be sodomized, though--as did some men--and the
pained expressions on each woman's face was turning into one of bliss.
Both cocks had slowly disappeared and the men had started slow and
steady in and almost out thrusts. They were pumping in the same tempo,
seemingly on purpose, and the women were hunching along with the
pistoning pricks. Then the women resumed the intimate oral act that'd
been interrupted, really burrowing their faces into each other's
crotches, and the four moved in unison for two or three minutes.
Suddenly one man began to pump erratically, his firm-looking buttocks
moving in short jerks instead of in the smooth rhythm that Stacy had
found so fascinating. The jerky motions made her even more excited.
Because she knew that his sperm was shooting out of his cock into the
woman's asshole. Or into her bowels.
The other man began pounding his prick into the other woman's rectum in
the same jerky manner. Both women lurched spasmodically, seemingly
trying to eat each other alive, and after a few seconds the four
collapsed and were still.
"I'm ready to go if you are, Stacy. I'm so fucking sexy-hot I can't
take it any longer without flipping right out of my skull!"
"I'm ready," Stacy said, backing away from the window. "I'm not exactly
cool, you know!"
"If I show you how I relieve my sexual tension at times, will you
promise not to tell anybody, Stacy? You won't have to do anything--and
you won't be touched. I just want to show you a wonderful way that I
get my jollies!"
"I don't suppose I'd have anything to lose," Stacy said, thinking that
Betty was also an exhibitionist and wanted to be watched while
masturbating in some fashion.
Betty had also backed away from the window. She peered through the
darkness into Stacy's face. "You promise not to blab?"
"Yes," Stacy said. "Sure, I promise."
"Then let's haul ass!"
Chapter 2
Stacy and Betty were both sixteen. They both lived within a mile of the
house where they'd been peeking. All the people living in that General
area were in the "horsy set" to one degree or another. Stacy's parents
were well-to-do and had enough money to raise thoroughbred jumpers and
she and her father competed with them. Her mother wasn't so
athletically inclined and spent a great deal of her time sulking,
occasionally drinking far too much.
Betty's parents weren't as wealthy and were actually from what people
considered to be the lower rungs of the "horsy set." They, and similar
families, kept horses for the pleasure of just riding. There was a
little friction in the high school between the two groups, and Stacy
actually represented the one set and Betty the other.
Stacy was far from being stuck up, but her parents' wealth tended to
make some of the kids think that she was, and her basic shyness didn't
help matters. She'd managed to make the one friend from outside her own
set, and that friendship had been instigated mainly by Betty.
All the houses were large and were set well back from the sidewalk and
the street. They were estates, actually, and most were fenced and the
front lawns could be measured in acres instead of foot frontage. Most
had stables or small barns and there were alleyways for riding the
horses into the foothills not so far away.
Stacy and Betty were using the sidewalk and nothing was said for a
couple of blocks after they'd successfully gotten away from the
swapping party without being seen.
"I'm sorry you weren't able to see more action," Betty said. "Sometimes
I've been able to see into living rooms and watch regular orgies. You'd
really get a bang out of that. I've seen as many as ten to fifteen
couples all going to town at the same time. That's usually later at
night, though, when they forget the silly games they play to pair off
and just go at it with any available partner. You aren't sorry you came
with me, are you, Stacy?"
"No, but I think I saw enough for the first time. Maybe too much!"
Betty laughed. "I noticed that you got all hot and bothered. So did I,
of course! If you hadn't been there I would've probably dropped my
jeans and panties and fingered myself off like crazy!"
Betty's words made Stacy curious, but she decided not to ask any
questions. It seemed strange that Betty hadn't gotten her to promise
not to blab earlier, though, and then gone ahead and masturbated while
watching the fucking and sucking. Maybe she hadn't meant that she
relieved her tension with her fingers. Maybe she pronged herself with
some other object.
Well, that sure wouldn't be anything new, Stacy thought. She'd used
just about everything from a broomstick to a banana during the past
three years or so herself. She'd never found anything that'd felt
better than her own finger or fingers, but she'd made that discovery
just a little too late.
Experimenting one night with the handle of a hair brush, while ogling
some fuck pictures, she'd gotten so passionate that she'd destroyed the
piece of skin that was supposed to be so precious. There hadn't been
much pain, just a sharp tingling sensation, and very little blood.
There'd been nothing to it physically, really, but mentally she'd
suffered a great deal. She could just imagine explaining to a husband
some day that a hair brush handle had gotten her maidenhead. Cherry, as
Betty had called it when she'd asked if it was still intact.
Stacy had been evasive by saying that she'd never had sexual
intercourse. Betty had been surprised, stating that she'd lost her
cherry when only twelve. For some reason Stacy had felt a little stupid
for still being a virgin at sixteen. As far as a cock was concerned she
was a virgin, anyway, and Betty had told her that she was a rare breed,
indeed.
Betty said that if they were health nuts they could jog. Then she added
that she liked to do her exercises in a far more pleasurable way. Stacy
knew what Betty meant, but she stated that she got plenty of exercise
on horseback. "Jumping over obstacles will give just about every muscle
in your body a good workout."
"Not my body," Betty said, laughing, then saying that she'd take most
of her exercise in a horizontal position. She told Stacy that she would
like to go riding with her and suggested that she get a bunch of her
friends together and that they ride up into the foothills to a lake
they'd both visited at different times.
"You could get to know some of my crowd that way, Stacy."
Stacy said that she was willing and Betty said that they'd have a lot
of fun, and then wanted to know if Stacy was interested in hearing how
she'd lost her cherry.
When Stacy gave an affirmative answer, wondering if she should tell
that a hair brush handle had gotten her cherry, thinking that that
would be good for a laugh, Betty began telling about her first sexual
experience with a partner.
It'd been with a first cousin. Betty didn't think that it could really
be looked upon as incest, though. Maybe in some quarters, but she'd
even heard of first cousins getting married. Not that she'd want to
marry the cousin, George. He was already married, anyhow, but she
wouldn't want to live with him or anything like that even if he were
single. She didn't really like him all that much.
At that point Stacy interrupted to ask if Betty had been raped. Betty
said that it was more like her raping him. George was eighteen at the
time. He'd been visiting the Evans with his parents when Betty got her
first crack at him. She was just a kid, but she'd already started
fingering herself. Her boobies had already started to sprout, but
George hadn't paid any attention to her.
Betty thought that might've been the reason she'd gone after him. Along
with the fact that she'd happened to walk in on him in the bathroom.
George had just taken a shower and was drying himself. She didn't think
he'd left the door unlocked on purpose, because their parents were
home. He'd had a hard-on. His prick looked to be a foot long, but she'd
found out later that it was only a fraction over six inches.
Betty had known right then that she'd wanted to sample the stiff cock.
She'd been daydreaming about being fucked and had decided that that was
her chance. He'd yelled at her to get out, but she'd stood there
staring until he'd covered his poking cock with a towel. She'd then
gone to her room and masturbated while making believe her finger was
George's cock.
Later that afternoon, when the two of them had happened to be left in
the house, she'd talked to him in the living room. She'd been a bold
little bitch, coming right out and telling him that she wanted to be
fucked.
He'd not only told her that she was just a kid, but that she was also
nuts. She'd told him that she was just nutty enough to tell her parents
that he'd fucked her even if he didn't. She'd apparently convinced him
that she was telling the truth. She'd also made him hot by stripping
her clothes off right there. He'd stared, and his prick had started
poking his pants out, but he hadn't made a move toward her.
Betty had picked up her clothes, told George that he'd better come to
her room if he didn't want to get into serious trouble, then took off.
He'd soon appeared in her room, where she'd been stretched out on the
bed. While looking at her crotch she already had plenty of pubic hair--
he'd told her that he'd probably be in serious trouble if he did touch
her.
Betty had told George that she'd never tell anybody, meaning it at the
time, and she didn't know if she convinced him of that or if he was
just so horny he couldn't help himself. He'd shucked out of his clothes
and joined her on the bed, his stiff cock swaying from side to side.
George had surprised her. She'd thought that he'd start putting the
meat to her right away. Instead he'd made a dive for her cunt with his
mouth and tongue. God, but had that ever felt great! He'd licked her
gash a few times and then jabbed his tongue deep into her snatch. He'd
tongue-fucked her until she was humping like crazy. Then his tongue and
lips had gone to her clit. He'd grabbed her wriggling ass with his
strong fingers and lapped and sucked her passion-button until she'd had
a wonderful climax.
He'd turned out to be a totally uninhibited swinger. He'd given Betty a
tongue bath. She didn't think that he'd missed a single square inch of
her entire body. He'd gotten his tongue stiff enough to get it up her
asshole. That sensation was truly fantastic. He'd gone ape over her
little boobies. He'd gotten them all in her mouth, one at a time, and
sucked until she'd almost gone off her rocker.
Finally, he'd gotten between her eagerly parted legs and she'd been
more than ready for the penetration. He'd placed the blunt end of his
cock against the slight opening between her cuntal lips and told her
that it might hurt a little. She'd told him to stop stalling around and
to start fucking.
She'd heard before that it was supposed to hurt, so when he pushed his
stiff prick down, and in, she'd lurched upward, figuring that it'd be
better to get it over quickly.
Betty had suffered very little pain. She guessed that she'd had a very
thin piece of worthless skin. Or else she'd already punctured it with
her fingers. That first fucking session had been a wondrous experience.
When he'd blasted off and she'd felt his jism spurting and flooding her
hot cunt, she'd had a series of blissful orgasms and the delightful
pleasure had gone on and on.
A few seconds after Betty had stopped talking she laughed and said, "So
that's the way I lost my cherry!"
Stacy didn't say anything and Betty went on to tell about how George
had taught her other exciting things during the next few days. He
hadn't forced her to do anything. She'd wanted to suck his cock and
had. She'd really dug that. She'd liked the taste of his pecker and his
sperm. He'd talked her into letting him corn-hole her. She hadn't been
all that anxious to give that a try, and it had hurt like hell at
first, but it'd turned out to be a very blissful sensation.
After having so much fun and pleasure with George it didn't take Betty
long to branch out and start having sex with boys closer to her own
age. Their smaller peckers had satisfied her until she'd started
getting old enough to get older fellows without making a pest of
herself.
"I still see George from time to time, Stacy. When I said that I didn't
like him I meant that I don't like his personality. He has a hot-ass
wife who keeps him pretty well pooped, though, and I haven't been able
to talk him into seeing if she'd like to make the threesome scene. Hey,
I'm talking a hell of a lot, huh? I guess I've mostly been trying to
get up enough nerve to tell you something that might shock you."
They'd been walking along at a fairly fast clip, side by side, and they
were nearing Betty's home. It was a two-story structure, but not as big
or imposing as Stacy's home. There was almost as much land, though--
about three acres--and the barn at the back of the property was very
small, little more than a stable. There wasn't a swimming pool, either.
"Maybe you've already shocked me enough," Stacy said, seeing that there
weren't any lights on in the house. It was only about ten o'clock, so
she figured that Betty's parents weren't at home.
Betty led the way around the house, toward the back. "I don't think
you're all that shocked, Stacy. Or even surprised. I'd already
practically told the same things in a nicer way, anyhow. You already
knew about me being a swinger, I mean."
Betty stopped and Stacy halted just in time to keep from bumping into
her. "There are really two things I don't want you to blab about,
Stacy. About how I sometimes relieve my sexual tensions when there
isn't a boy around and--"
"I won't do it," Stacy cut in. "I won't have any kind of sex with you
if that's what you've been leading up to. I caught that bit about the
threesome scene you seem to want with your cousin and his wife, I mean,
and I haven't been around, but that doesn't mean that I'm totally
ignorant about such things."
"I didn't bring you here to try and make you," Betty said. "Don't worry
about that for one moment. I've gone the gay route a few times for the
extra thrills, but I'm not butchy enough to go around trying to seduce
anybody."
"That's good news," Stacy said, not sure that she really meant it. She
had pictures of females going down on each other and she'd often
wondered how it'd feel to be the recipient of such a tongue-fucking
even before she'd seen the two swapping wives going at each other.
"I value our friendship too much to take a chance on destroying it,
Stacy. That's the reason I've been stalling about telling what I feel
that I must tell you before you find out from some other source. My
parents are swappers. They aren't home so they were probably at that
sex party we just left. I was almost wishing that they'd been in that
bedroom so that I could see your reaction. I must say you're taking the
news quite calmly."
After a few more seconds of just staring, and there was enough light
for her to see Betty's face, Stacy said, "I'll admit that I'm
surprised, shocked, and all that, Betty. I'd hate to find out that my
parents were swappers! How long have you known about your folks?"
"About two years. From things I'd heard them say I suspected that they
were swapping. One night when I knew where they were going I followed
later. I'll admit that I was shocked when I actually saw my father
fucking one of the wives and my mother being fucked by one of the
husbands. I'll also admit that I got very excited. I fingered myself
through at least three climaxes that evening. Twice while watching my
father pistoning his big cock in and out of one of the hot-ass wives.
He must have at least eight inches."
"Do they know that you know, Betty?"
"I don't think so. We've never talked about it, anyhow. They might
suspect that I know, of course, but they're so far out when it comes to
sex that I don't think they'd even be embarrassed if I told them that I
know. But that's enough talk for now. Come along and see just how far
out I am where sex is concerned!"
Stacy followed Betty back to the small barn. Betty didn't turn the
light on until they were inside and the door was closed behind them.
Then she laughed and said that it'd be a big joke if somebody peeked in
a window at them.
"I'm not going to do anything," Stacy said.
"I just want you to watch, honey! I've kept this secret bottled up just
as long as I can! I guess I'm just an exhibitionist at heart, too.
Because I'd like to go to the swapping parties and join right in. Maybe
with my own father!"
Betty had been stripping out of her clothes. They were both wearing
jeans, sweaters, and shoes. Stacy had already seen Betty in the shower
room at school. For her age, or any age, for that matter, Stacy
thought, Betty was beautifully stacked. She wasn't all that tall, but
she had long and shapely legs. Her titties were big and remained high
and firm and jutting when freed of the restraining bra. Her pubic hairs
were just as dark as the hair on her head--and her ass jiggled when she
walked or even made a quick movement.
Stacy had been in the barn before. There were two riding horses and a
small pony. She'd told Stacy that her parents had wanted to sell the
pony, but that she'd protested so much she'd been able to keep him.
Stacy soon found out why Betty had wanted to keep the well-groomed
pony.
Betty had been given the pony when he was very young and she'd called
him Pee-wee. The name had stuck even after he'd gotten fun grown and it
was still appropriate when he was compared to the other two horses.
Not looking at Stacy after she'd gotten herself naked, Betty went over
to Pee-wee's stall. She put a halter on him and backed him out into the
passageway. She tied him to a stanchion, then got a pitchfork and began
putting fresh hay underneath him. Still not saying anything to Stacy,
or looking her way, Betty put a horse blanket on the hay that she'd
stacked about two feet high. Then she straightened and began playing
with Pee-wee's big testicles.
Stacy watched, dumbfounded, as the pony's cock began to slide out of
its sheath, and she realized that Betty was going to engage in some
kind of sexual act with the animal. Betty had already admitted to
fucking and sucking boys, including taking it up the ass, and even
having sex with other females and now she was going to prove her
admitted tendencies to be an exhibitionist by engaging in bestiality!
The walk from the window where they'd peeked, despite the sexy talk by
Betty, had caused Stacy's passion to simmer down a great deal. But now,
as she watched the pony's cock getting hard and extending out and down
at least eighteen inches, she felt the heat in her loins building and
spreading again.
Betty looked at Stacy, her dark eyes flashing, her fingers still busy
on the big balls. "Isn't that an exciting sight! I washed his cock late
this afternoon. That's the reason it's so clean."
Stacy agreed that it was an exciting sight, but she didn't say
anything. She even felt that she should turn tail and run like hell.
But she couldn't seem to move her feet, and wasn't even sure that she
wanted to flee. It wasn't as if she was going to do anything--and she
was curious as to just how Betty was going to go about relieving her
sexual tension with the pony's long cock.
She could tell that the long shaft had been recently washed. She'd seen
horse cocks extend out many times while pissing and also when a
stallion was around a mare in heat. She'd even seen a stallion fucking
a mare a few times and that'd been exciting, but also quite
frightening.
Betty got on her knees on the bed she'd constructed out of the hay and
blanket and began caressing the long shaft. There wasn't any slime like
Stacy had seen so often, which she knew was a lubricant provided by
nature, and she successfully resisted an impulse to go over and touch
the big organ. It looked so hard and sleek and it wasn't repulsive at
all.
Betty looked at Stacy, smiled, and quickly positioned herself on the
makeshift bed. She placed her crotch almost directly under the end of
the stiff shaft and wriggled her ass until the big cockhead was resting
against her cuntal lips. She was grasping the cock with both hands. She
wriggled a little more, hunched upward, and four or five inches of the
pony's prick slipped into her pussy. She began making fucking motions,
lurching upward ever higher, soon taking seven or eight inches on each
upward thrust.
Stacy could understand why the pony had been tied so that he couldn't
lift his head. He couldn't lift up to make thrusts of his own, and she
thought a little wildly that if he could really do any fucking he'd
ruin Betty forever. As it was, Betty was using her hands as well as her
own body movements to control the depths of the penetration.
Betty's face was contorted with passion. But she had her eyes open and
she looked at Stacy and spoke without faltering in the steady pace
she'd set.
"Pee-wee can usually last a long time. But I haven't used him and his
lovely cock for a couple of days and I can tell that he'll be blasting
off soon. He recovers quickly, though, and might not even lose his
hard-on after shooting off his first load."
"Very interesting," Stacy said, feeling that she should say some damn
thing, her eyes going to Betty's thrusting titties and then back to her
cunt moving and clinging on inches and inches of the pony's long cock.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm coming! Oh, Stacy, you can't imagine how good
this feels! Oh, awwwww--"
Betty's lovely buttocks bounced and wriggled wildly, and a quick glance
told Stacy that the passionate girl's eyes were tightly closed, her
white upper teeth clamped down over her full lower lip.
Stacy was steaming herself. It took all of her will power to keep from
clutching at her own crotch, her own quivering cunt. She didn't
actually have an orgasm, but she could feel the secretions adding to
the wetness of her already damp panty crotch.
In a few seconds Betty was still, her eyes open, a bright smile on her
pretty face, her hands still holding at least eight inches of the
pony's stiff cock embedded in her twat.
"Pee-wee didn't come, Stacy. As you can see! Would you like to give it
a try?"
"No! Never!"
Betty laughed. "I think you protest too much, honey! But if you don't
want to have some far-out pleasure that beats masturbation all to hell,
then I'll take another trip and make Pee-wee shoot his stuff!"
While speaking Betty had started hunching again. Stacy stared at the
prick and the pussy, her mouth and throat dry, her legs weak. But she
didn't want to give her virginity to a pony!
Within two minutes the pony ejaculated. Stacy could tell that Betty had
another orgasm as she swiftly fucked herself up and down on the
spurting cock. The white sperm overflowed Betty's clinging cunt and
Betty moaned loudly and cried out with pleasure.
Stacy turned, hurried to the door, opened it, and then took off
running.
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 ...
Chapter 4
Almost from the moment Phil parked the car at the drive-in Stacy knew
that seeing a movie was the last thing Phil and Betty were interested
in. And the same was true of Al, she was sure. Because the speaker
wasn't even turned up loud enough to be heard.
She didn't really care about that, though. It was a Western and she
figured that to see one such epic was to see them all. Besides, by the
way Betty and Phil had started necking it looked as if they might put
on a much better show.
Betty was wearing a dress, as Stacy was, and Phil's hand was already
caressing Betty's thighs where the hem had hiked high. Stacy leaned
back and didn't move away when Al moved close and put his arm over her
shoulder. She turned her face toward him and he mashed his mouth
against hers.
Al's tongue darted out and licked back and forth across Stacy's teeth
and one of his hands grabbed a breast and squeezed. She pulled her
mouth away and pushed his hand from the mound that'd instantly gotten
taut-tipped and tingly.
"Take it easy, Al! I don't even know you yet!"
"I'm sorry! I forgot about you being such an innocent kid! That's the
label Betty put on you, anyhow."
Betty pulled her mouth from Phil's and looked into the back. "Don't
come on so damned fast, Al. Give Stacy a chance to get in the mood, for
Christ's sake!"
"It's more for Al's sake," Phil said, chuckling. "Come on, Betty. Give
me the works. That should be enough to at least get Stacy in the mood
for some harmless necking."
Al had pulled away from Stacy, seemingly pouting, and Stacy was sorry
that she'd reacted the way she had. It was mostly from habit. She'd
liked Al's kissing, his mouth tasted of peppermint, but she'd always
backed away from French-kissing with the few boys she had kissed.
There was a short silence, uncomfortable for Stacy, as she'd told
herself that she wasn't going to be like she'd always been, and it was
a little shocking to hear Betty say that she was really hungry for some
cock.
Phil said, "There it is, baby. All primed and ready!"
Betty leaned her head over into Phil's lap and Stacy didn't resist the
urge to move forward to the edge of the seat for a better look. There
was enough light for her to see quite plainly. Betty was licking up and
down on just about the entire length of Phil's thrusting cock.
There weren't any other cars parked close by--not on each side, at
least--and Stacy felt that it was a good thing. She'd hate to be
arrested on a morals charge. But she'd heard drive-in movies described
as passion-pits so she guessed it was safe enough. If she could just
stop being so afraid and force herself to become directly involved ...
"God, but that feels great, Betty! You're a cocksucker from the word
go, baby, and the best, but you'd better take it easy if you don't want
me flooding your greedy mouth! Let me do you before I come!"
Betty had taken just about all of Phil's hard cock in her mouth and
then had started sucking up and down on almost the entire length of the
stiff shaft. Staring, fascinated, her own passion soaring, Stacy had
felt Al move over beside her. He was also watching Betty suck Phil's
cock, but he didn't touch Stacy with his hands.
Lifting her head, Betty settled back on the seat, her ass at the very
edge. Phil slipped from under the steering wheel and got on his knees
on the floorboard between Betty's legs. Betty pulled the hem of her
dress up even higher on her thighs, lifted her ass, and quickly got the
dress up around her waist. That left her lush lower body completely
exposed, as she wasn't wearing panties. Talk about being prepared!
Stacy thought.
Phil lowered his face and jabbed the tip of his tongue around her
cuntal lips. Then he used his fingers to spread those puffy lips. Betty
moaned as he licked up through her gaping gash. Stacy felt Al's hand on
her lower thigh, the one nearest him, and she didn't pull away.
Phil mashed his mouth against Betty's cunt and she let out a little
gasp. Stacy knew that Phil had shoved his tongue into Betty's pussy and
she was sure that he was lapping and maybe sucking on Betty's clitoris.
Betty grabbed Phil's hair, his bobbing head, and dug her fingers into
his scalp. Stacy could hear the slurpy sounds being made by Phil's
mouth and tongue. She felt Al's hand sliding higher on her thigh, under
her dress, and she didn't protest.
"I'm coming!" Betty suddenly blurted, lurching upward. "Oh, Stacy, you
don't know how wonderful this feels or you couldn't keep from trying
it!"
Stacy's inner cunt muscles were quivering. But she put a hand on Al's
hand and kept him from moving it over to her crotch. She didn't want
him to finger-fuck her. Not through her damp panties, anyhow!
Betty let out a series of little cries. She'd settled her ass back down
upon the seat and was squirming while clutching at Phil's head. He was
gripping her hips with his fingers. Betty sagged limply and when Phil
lifted his head there was enough light for Stacy to see that his lips
were glistening with Betty's cunt juices. He licked his lips and Stacy
remembered that her own juices hadn't tasted bad at all.
"Can you fuck me without coming, Phil? If you can, put it in and give
me a few fast strokes. Then I'll blow you and I won't be messy."
"That'll give me a chance to practice my self-control," Phil said,
chuckling. "But I can't give you many strokes fast or slow without
blasting off!"
While speaking Phil had been moving into position, aiming his poking
prick at Betty's pussy. She used one hand to place the blunt end where
she wanted it and then moved her hand out of the way. Phil shoved his
hard cock all the way in with one quick motion. Betty gasped and Stacy
allowed Al to move his hand over and cup her crotch. One finger
scratched at her panties and she thought she was going to climax
because of that comparatively simple contact.
Phil pumped for maybe thirty seconds and then withdrew. He moved
quickly, flopping his ass down on the seat next to Betty, his cock
thrusting stiffly and glistening with Betty's juices. Stacy fleetingly
thought that there was more room in the back of the car, then wondered
if she really wanted to use it. She guessed she'd let Al tongue her
steaming snatch if he'd be satisfied to just do that.
Betty leaned over and took the wet cockhead into her mouth. She sucked
furiously, slipping one hand inside Phil's pants and grabbing his
balls. He grabbed her head within a few seconds, blurted out that he
was coming, and lurched upward, jamming his cock deep into Betty's
throat.
Stacy couldn't see much then, as Betty's head was blocking her view,
but she knew that Phil's cock was spurting--and it was easy to tell
that Betty was swallowing the sperm. Betty kept sucking until Phil
pushed her away and Stacy could see that his cock was getting soft.
"I can't take much more of this, Stacy! You could at least let me get
my hand on your twat and you could be a good sport and jack me off!"
Al's mouth was close to Stacy's ear and his breath was warm. He'd
shoved his finger hard enough so that part of it and her thin panties
were jammed between her pussy lips. She was actually nearing an orgasm.
Before she could tell him that she was willing to remove her panties
and let him tongue her, Betty turned around and spoke:
"Stacy, you might hate me now for what I'm going to say, but I really
believe that it'll help you and that you'll thank me later. I think
that a degree of force should sometimes be used to break down a girl's
puritanical morals and inhibitions so that she can learn to appreciate
the delights of sex. Phil, get back there and help Al! And, Stacy, if
you raise too much hell we'll kick your ass out and let you get home
the best way you can!"
"I never did go for using force!" Phil protested. "I'm not about to
rape anybody, Betty!"
Al pulled away from Stacy and removed his hand from her crotch. "I
don't go for rape, either!"
"I don't want you guys to actually rape her," Betty said. "Hell, just
work on her until she gets so hot she'll be willing and eager to do
just about anything. If you give her a good going over I'll bet that
she'll practically be begging for at least some tongue!"
Stacy didn't say anything. She didn't want to walk home. She hadn't
brought any money with her and she didn't want to hitchhike. She was
glad that Betty had taken charge of the situation, really, because it
made it much easier to accept what she wanted to happen. She sensed
that Betty was using a little psychology just as she was sure that if
she really raised enough hell nothing would happen to her and she'd be
taken home.
Phil zipped his pants, got out of the car, and then got in the back.
Stacy was in the middle. She leaned back and said that she wasn't going
to fight but that she wasn't going to help, either. Betty told the boys
to strip Stacy naked, adding that she'd keep a look-out.
Stacy was secretly glad that she was going to be naked. She wanted to
have both of her throbbing titties sucked on at the same time. She was
so sexy-hot she was ready for just about anything! She already felt as
if she could start coming and never stop.
Al and Phil were very excited and therefore a little awkward, but they
managed to get her dress off without doing it any harm. She moved
helpfully to prevent just that, and was sure that if she didn't want to
have sex she wouldn't have done that much.
As soon as they had her bra off, and she'd again moved her arms
helpfully, Al went for one thrusting, hard-tipped breast and Phil went
for the other poking mound. The sensation was just as wonderful as
she'd thought so many times that it would be. Within thirty seconds
after a sucking mouth and a lapping tongue made contact with each of
her throbbing titties she was gripped in the throes of a blissful
orgasm.
She moaned and squirmed her ass on the seat and dimly wished that
they'd removed her panties and at least shoved a finger into her
palpitating pussy. But they'd be doing other exciting things when they
stopped sucking on her tingling tits--and in case they didn't, she'd
tell them to!
Al moved his mouth to Stacy's mouth just before she stopped spasming.
She returned his passionate kiss and even admitted his hot tongue. Then
she sucked on the slippery oral instrument until he pulled it from her
mouth.
Their hands had been roaming all over and her entire body seemed to be
one great erogenous zone. Because each place that was touched caused
her to react with blissful feelings of sexual pleasure.
As soon as Al pulled his mouth and tongue from hers Phil was right
there to take his place. She returned Phil's tongue-probing kiss just
as passionately, even though she'd sagged limply. She was still hot,
even though she'd climaxed.
Phil returned to her throbbing breasts, kneading one spiked mound while
he sucked on the other, and Al got on his knees on the floor and began
tugging her panties off. She lifted her ass and then moved her legs so
that he could peel the thin garment down and off.
Al got between her legs and began kissing and licking her inner thighs.
She saw that Betty was watching, obviously with great excitement, and
it dawned on her that she'd just kissed Phil and lashed her tongue with
his and he'd recently had his tongue in Betty's twat. But she guessed
that too much time had passed for the taste of Betty's juices to
remain.
Stacy's thoughts were broken off as Al slithered his tongue between her
moist cuntal lips and probed deep. She moaned and lurched upward as she
thrilled to the truly delightful sensation. Al took the opportunity to
slip his hands under and grab an asscheek with each one.
She dropped her buttocks back down on his hands and he kneaded her ass
with his fingers as he tongue-fucked her. He swabbed the walls of her
quivering cunt with the flat of his tongue and she started the mad dash
toward another climax.
"It does feel great, doesn't it, Stacy! Al's damned good with his
tongue, I know-and so is Phil, for that matter!"
Stacy didn't answer. She knew that the way she was hunching along with
Al's mouth and tongue was answer enough. Besides, she didn't think that
mere words could ever describe or do justice to the tremendously
wonderful pleasure she was experiencing. She hazily wondered why the
hell she'd waited so long to give in to her desires. And there was more
yet to come! She wanted to be fucked by Al--and by Phil, if he could
get another hard-on.
Betty had turned sideways on the front seat, her head turned, her eyes
on Al's bobbing head. She reached out and rubbed the back of Al's neck
with one hand. Her other hand was out of sight, seemingly in her lap,
and Stacy decided that Betty might be finger-fucking herself.
Phil pulled his Needy mouth from the hard-nippled breast he was sucking
at the moment and asked Stacy if she was about to come. Almost at that
same instant Al's tongue went to Stacy's stiffened clitoris. The
lapping, and then the sucking as the lips clamped down and around on
her elongated passion-button, caused Stacy to start lurching and
bucking and wriggling through a thrilling orgasm.
That was answer enough for Phil. Keeping right on squeezing one of her
throbbing titties, he lifted and mashed his open mouth to hers. He
darted his tongue and she met it with her own. She probed his hot mouth
with her tongue, then Phil's tongue was darting in and out of her mouth
in practically the same rhythm Al's tongue was darting in and out of
her twitching pussy. Again she sagged limply, and again she was still
hot, even though she'd experienced just about the best climax ever.
Both tongues were pulled from the two places at about the same time. Al
got out from between Stacy's legs and Phil went down on his knees.
While Phil was getting between Stacy's legs Al was moving up onto the
seat beside Stacy. She accepted Al's wet lips and then his tongue,
getting a special thrill out of the taste and the fact that she was
sucking on a tongue that'd just probed her cunt.
Phil licked her wet gash and sucked around on the outer cuntal lips. He
even nibbled with his teeth before snaking his hot tongue into her
equally hot twat. Al broke the passionate, tongue-probing kiss and
moved his mouth down to one of her spiked breasts. Since she'd already
had two delightful orgasms Stacy was able to coast along, enjoying the
lavish oral attentions to the utmost, but no longer so deliriously
passionate that she was half out of her mind.
"I hope you aren't angry with me, Stacy!"
There wasn't enough light for Stacy to see Betty's eyes, but she could
see that Betty's expression was serious.
"No, Betty, I might be sorry later, but I'm not angry with you or with
anybody else."
"That takes a load off my mind," Betty said. "Even if I was sure that
if I told the guys to apply a little pressure on you it'd turn out this
way. I guess you're ready to be fucked now."
Al pulled his mouth from Stacy's throbbing breast and said that it
might be a little messy in the car. "Besides," he added, "I've never
had the desire to pop a girl's cherry. I'm not even sure that I want to
take the responsibility."
Phil pulled his mouth and tongue from Stacy's clit and cunt, lifted his
head, and licked his wet lips. "I'm not going to force you to take me
on, Stacy, but I'll give you your first fuck if you'll just tell me in
front of these witnesses that you want me to."
Stacy was glad that Phil had stopped lapping her cunt. She'd been
getting close to starting the blissful dash toward another orgasm and
she didn't want to make such an important decision while she had a
tongue in her pussy. Why shouldn't she go all the way? She wanted to
feel a cock inside her cunt and she was no longer all that innocent,
anyhow.
"I have a confession to make," Stacy said, suddenly wanting to be
fucked more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life. "I really
don't have a cherry. Oh, I've never had a cock jammed in there, but
I've been masturbating for a long time and once I used a handle of a
hair brush and got a little rough."
Phil chuckled and said that was what he called honesty. Then he said
that since he was already in position he'd do the honors if it was all
right with Stacy.
Al protested, saying that he was Stacy's date and that Phil had already
fucked and been sucked off by Betty and that his nuts were starting to
ache.
Betty said that it was only fair that Al got first crack at his date
and that maybe Stacy would give them both a piece of ass.
Saying that he didn't mind taking seconds, and that it wouldn't be the
first time he'd banged a wet pussy, Phil moved from between Stacy's
legs. As Al quickly got down and took Phil's place, Betty told Stacy
that maybe she'd better give a verbal okay so that there wouldn't be
any yelling about rape later.
"Just so I don't have to take a cock into my mouth," Stacy said. "I
don't think I'm ready to try that and I may never be!"
Al had been hurriedly lowering his pants and shorts. Stacy couldn't see
his cock, because of the darkness and the position he was in, but Phil
had lifted and was sitting beside her, his cock out in the open and
stiffly thrusting. She decided that he must've taken it out while he
was going down on her. She resisted the impulse to reach out and touch
the poking organ, wondering if it'd feel as hard as it looked, then
telling herself that once she'd actually been fucked she might lose the
last of her inhibitions.
Stacy wasn't all that nervous once she made up her mind that she
definitely wanted to be fucked. That was partly because she'd already
had two different tongues in her cunt, she thought--and partly because
when she made up her mind to do something she usually did it.
Al snuggled in close and told Stacy to shove her ass out a little
closer to the edge of the seat cushion. She obeyed and that caused most
of her weight to be on her back and shoulders. She thought about
putting her hand down to do the guiding, but she hesitated too long.
"I'll take it easy," Al said, placing the blunt end of his stiff cock
against the crack between her cuntal lips. "Not that I think I'm going
to last very long!"
Stacy felt that she'd be melting and creaming almost as soon as her
steaming snatch was penetrated. Al pushed and the crown slipped in. He
left the swollen glans buried right there and she knew right away that
she was going to enjoy the hard, hot cock a hell of a lot more than she
had her finger or the various other objects.
Al shoved his prick on in, slowly and carefully, and Stacy couldn't
keep from pushing forward to get more of it deeper more quickly. The
sensation was truly wonderful. She felt his pubic hairs meeting and
mingling with hers as his stiff shaft probed the very depths of her
clinging cunt.
She didn't know how long his cock was, but he was hitting bottom. She
clamped down on the hard flesh and muscle as she'd so often done on her
finger. He groaned, pulled almost out, then pushed all the way in
again.
Al had his hands on her hips and his upper body was upright. As he
began making in and out thrusts, the slow movements causing little
rippling waves of ecstasy to spread throughout Stacy's body, she began
to hunch along with him.
"How is it?" Betty asked excitedly.
"Oh, it's great! Wonderful! Beautiful!"
Al quickened the tempo of his thrusts. Phil leaned on Stacy's nearest
breast. Without missing a stroke, Al leaned over and began sucking on
her other spiked mound. She saw that Betty had reached over and was
stroking Al's humping ass. Stacy put one hand on Al's head and her
other hand on Phil's head. She felt as if she might've suddenly gone to
heaven.
She'd met Al's faster pace. He slipped his hands under, grasped her
wriggling ass, lifted his mouth from her throbbing tit, and really
began pouring it to her. She moved just as fast, wriggling her ass
wildly, sure that he was about to come, just as sure that she was going
to climax with him.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "Oh, sweet Jesus!"
Phil lifted his mouth and tongue from her other throbbing tit,
seemingly to watch. Betty was still stroking Al's pumping ass. Stacy
felt Al falter, then go tense, his cock buried deep and jerking
spasmodically. She felt the hot sperm spurt and she melted into a
glorious climax. She clamped down on the spewing shaft and Al mashed
his mouth to hers. But the passionate kiss didn't last long after they
both became still except for Stacy's inner muscles twitching around the
cock that hadn't lost its hardness.
Al started pumping again and Phil said, "Oh, no you don't, buddy-boy!
It's my turn now! With your permission, Stacy!"
"Go ahead," Stacy said. "I think I've wasted enough time with my
finger!"
Al had stopped his thrusts and pulled his stiff shaft out. He'd gotten
a handkerchief from his pocket at some point. He wiped his cock and
dabbed at Stacy's dribbling cunt before moving out of the way.
Phil had been getting to his knees on the floor and dropping his pants
and shorts. One hand grasping the thick base of his poking prick, he
placed the big head against Stacy's gaping gash. He shoved and his cock
slipped in much easier than Al's had because of Al's deposited sperm.
He went all the way in with one motion, balls deep, and his rigid rod
seemed to be about the same length as Al's.
Stacy moved along with Phil when he started his thrusts, thrilling to
the wondrous sensation, telling herself that she'd been stupid for
waiting so long to start fucking--or getting fucked. It was the
greatest, really, and now she could even understand why Betty had used
the pony's big cock!
Phil didn't last all that much longer than Al had, despite the fact
that he'd shot off in Betty's mouth. But when he tensed and his cock
jerked spasmodically, spraying Stacy's clasping and clinging cunt with
gobs of hot semen, she soared to another shuddering orgasm.
Betty had also stroked Phil's humping ass. Al, his cock still poking,
had just watched. When Stacy and Phil stopped their movements, both
breathless, Betty said that she was as hot as hell and needed some
fucking. Al said that he was ready, able, and more than willing.
Phil lifted his face from where he'd buried it between Stacy's breasts.
"My folks aren't home, and I know they'll be away until at least
midnight, so I suggest that we go where we can be more comfortable and
continue this fun session."
Betty and Al both said that Phil had a great idea, then Betty asked
Stacy if it was all right with her.
"I do need a bath or shower," Stacy said.
"Then let's haul ass," Betty said. "Hell, we might even turn this into
a minor orgy!"
Chapter 5
Fishing a handkerchief out of his pocket, Phil withdrew his limp cock
from Stacy's overflowing cunt, wiped, then pressed the handkerchief
between her legs. He pulled his pants and shorts up, and then climbed
over into the front behind the wheel.
Clamping her legs together, Stacy quickly slipped her dress over her
head and had it on, with a little help from Al, by the time Phil had
gotten rid of the speaker and started the car. On the big screen, the
good guy and the bad guy seemed to be having a showdown. Stacy wondered
why they'd bothered to come to the drive-in in the first place until
she thought about the fact that she probably wouldn't've gone to Phil's
home not so many minutes before.
Well, she'd lost her virginity for sure now and she'd been fucked by
two boys. Or by two young men. Their cocks seemed to be bigger than
what was considered to be average so Al and Phil were both past the boy
stage. At eighteen, she guessed, they were men, anyhow. They sure
fucked like men. Whatever the hell that meant!
"I hope you aren't sorry I had the fellows put a little pressure on
you, Stacy."
They were out on the highway. Betty had turned and was sitting sideways
on the front seat. Al had tucked his cock away and hadn't made a move
to touch Stacy after helping with her dress. She was holding her bra
and panties in her lap, keeping her thighs clamped together to hold the
handkerchief in place. She wanted to clean herself, but already she was
looking forward to more exciting sex.
"I'm not sorry at the moment, Betty. Maybe tomorrow I will be, but I
won't try to shove the responsibility for what I did off onto somebody
else."
Phil said he never worried about the tomorrows, and always tried to
live as if the next day might never come for him.
Saying he was a fatalist, and he was happy because fate had caused
Betty to pick him to be Stacy's date, Al moved over close to Stacy and
told her he wanted to be with her again.
Stacy didn't comment. She liked Al okay, and Phil, but she was mostly
interested in the sexual pleasures she could share with them. She
didn't want to start confusing sex with love--she was far too young to
get serious about anybody--and the way she felt right then she wanted
to sample many cocks. She wanted to become as carefree as Betty. She
just might try out Pee-wee's big cock. If she was going to try and be
like Betty she might as well go all the way.
She turned her face toward Al and his parted lips were right there. She
returned his passionate kiss, lashing her tongue with his, and enjoyed
the way he fondled her taut-tipped breasts through the thin dress. If
her cunt hadn't been filled with sperm, she would've asked him to
either fuck her or suck her again right there in the car.
She knew some females liked to lap a semen-filled cunt, and she
suspected Betty might even go that route, but she was sure Al would get
angry if she suggested he go down on her--and she sensed he wasn't like
Phil.
It wasn't very far to where Phil lived, and Stacy and Al necked most of
the way. A few times she started to feel of his hard cock through his
clothes, but she decided she could wait. She'd been waiting all of her
life and she didn't want to be too bold. They'd all think she'd been
lying about her lack of experience. After all, there hadn't been a
maidenhead or any blood.
Phil lived in a large apartment building, but Stacy found out later
there were stables at the back of the property. When Phil parked, Stacy
told the rest to go on and get out of the car. They got out without
asking any questions and Stacy wiped and blotted her wet pussy the best
she could. She made a little ball out of her panties and bra, tucked
them under one arm, and when she got out of the car, told Phil she had
a present for him. He laughed, put the handkerchief in his pocket, and
said he'd treasure the gift forever more.
The apartment was in the front, on the first floor, and was richly
furnished. As soon as they were inside Phil told Betty to show Stacy
the nearest bathroom. That told Stacy that Betty had been there before.
In the long hallway, Betty squeezed Stacy's upper arm and told her she
was doing just fine. At the bathroom door, she then said, "You go ahead
and freshen yourself, honey, and I'll go keep the fellows company. You
can leave all of your clothes in the bathroom if you want to. We'll all
soon be naked, anyhow."
Before Stacy had a chance to say she wouldn't show herself in the nude
again before everybody else was in the same state, Betty took off back
down the hall. Inside the bathroom, the door closed, Stacy decided not
to take a bath or shower right then. If things worked out as she
expected she'd just have to wash again.
Tucking her dress up around her waist, she found a wash cloth and
washed her entire crotch at the basin. She paid particular attention to
her cunt, both outer and inner lips, and probed the folds of tender
flesh with her fingers. Satisfied that she was as clean as she could
get, she wiped up the water she'd splashed on the tile floor with the
cloth, then got a towel and dried herself.
She dropped her dress back down, kicked out of her sandals, left her
bra and panties, and returned to the living room in her bare feet. The
other three were naked and all were sipping beer. They were sitting on
a couch, Betty in the middle, but they weren't touching--and both cocks
were limber.
"We decided to wait for you," Betty said. "We thought since this is all
new to you we'd let you tell us what you'd like to do."
There was an extra can of beer on an end table. Stacy didn't like to
drink, but she decided she'd have one beer just to be sociable. Maybe
it'd help her get over the sudden nervousness. Before walking over to
get the beer, she whipped her dress off over her head and tossed it
aside without looking toward the three.
When she turned, she was pleased as well as excited by the fact the two
cocks had started to lift into erections. The beer had already been
opened. She sipped, enjoying the way the three pairs of gleaming eyes
flicked over her nakedness.
Deciding Betty wasn't going to mention peeping at the swappers, Stacy
said since she was so new to everything, and hadn't gotten a good look
at Betty sucking Phil's cock in the car, she'd just watch at first.
Telling Stacy to come over and take a close look, Betty slipped to her
knees on the carpet and got between Phil's legs. She handed the can of
beer to Al and told him to hold it and she'd blow him after she sucked
Phil off.
"Not all the way," Phil said as Betty wrapped the fingers of one hand
around his poking prick and moved her fist up and down. "The evening's
young and I don't want to shoot off more than two more times."
Betty said she'd just put on a brief exhibition of the art of fellatio
as she steadied Phil's stiff shaft by holding the thick base with a
thumb and forefinger.
"Betty's fantastic when it comes to sucking a cock," Phil said. "Isn't
she, Al?"
"She's the best," Al said as Betty squeezed Phil's balls and licked up
along the underside of his rigid rod.
Stacy had moved close for a better view. Betty opened her mouth wide
and engulfed the swollen glans. Stacy was already excited, just from
seeing the two hard cocks and being naked herself. Knowing she could
have just about any kind of sex she might want, her passion started
building higher and higher as Betty demonstrated the technique of
giving a blowjob.
Phil told Stacy if she decided to give it a try to remember it was
possible to do harm with her teeth. He said Betty was twirling her
tongue around and around while just sucking the head. When Betty began
taking more of his cock, he reported that her tongue was still very
active.
Stacy knew the glans was pushing against the back of Betty's mouth on
each downward movement. Phil told her Betty was taking the crown right
down into her throat, but he wouldn't advise a beginner to try it.
"Phil means you might choke and gag if you take too much the first
time," Al said. "I've known some girls unable to take the hard meat
deep without gagging each time they do it."
"Betty really has educated throat muscles," Phil said. He groaned and
tapped Betty's bobbing head. "Right now she'd better stop proving it if
she doesn't want me to shove her aid my throbbing disk! I don't want to
come now, Betty!"
Betty lifted her mouth from Phil's thrusting cock, looked up at Stacy,
winked, and got over between Al's legs. She went through the same
performance on Al's rigid prick, and Stacy spent just about as much
time looking at Phil's stiff and glistening cock as she did watching
Betty going to town on Al's jutting shaft.
Phil said, "I guess you think we're doing a hell of a lot of talking,
Stacy, but we're just trying to help you accept all sexual acts as a
perfectly natural way of giving and receiving pleasure. Betty's
enjoying herself, as you can see, and you know Al and I enjoy giving
pleasure with our mouths and tongues. Why don't you go ahead and do
what you want to do, baby?"
Stacy dropped to her knees before Phil. She got between his legs, her
gaze focused upon his big hard cock. She liked the male smell. She felt
a strange choking sensation in her throat. "I've never even touched a
cock with my fingers," she said. "How long is it?"
"Just a fraction over seven inches," Phil said. "Al's is just a little
under seven inches. I'm not bragging about fractions! Just stating a
fact Betty discovered when she measured our cocks."
Stacy put her hand out and touched the thrusting organ. It was hard,
warm, and smooth. It seemed she could feel it throbbing. She made a
fist of her fingers and stroked up and down on the hard flesh and
muscle. She saw Betty stop sucking Al's cock. They were both looking at
her. She glanced up at Phil's face and he smiled.
"I'll warn you in plenty of time, Stacy. It might be better for you to
stop sucking before I shoot off. If you find you don't like giving a
blow job feel free to stop at any time."
Stacy realized she was still holding the can of beer in her other hand.
She put it on the end table without stopping the up and down movement
of her fist. She liked the feel of the hard organ in her hand and
wondered if Phil would be content to let her jerk him off. She'd like
to see the sperm spurt. But that wouldn't settle her curiosity about
how the cock would feel and taste in her mouth.
Trying not to think, Stacy held onto the base of the rigid rod, leaned
over, and kissed and then licked the big head. The flesh felt nice and
velvety on her tongue and there really wasn't much taste. She enjoyed
the smell drifting up from his crotch. She moved the hand that'd been
holding the cold beer can to his heavy testicles. He let out a little
gasp and she squeezed and fondled the sac gently, liking the way the
balls slid around in the bag.
Stacy made her decision at that very moment. She opened her mouth wide
and slipped her lips over the big knob. She began to suck very gently,
remembering to keep her teeth from scraping, and kept lowering her head
until over half of the stiff prick was in her mouth. She liked the
sensation of sucking the cock. It seemed such a natural thing for her
to be doing.
She liked the feel of the cock in her mouth. It was so hard and firm,
but at the same time the swollen glans was so velvety-soft, and she
even enjoyed the little moans or groans drifting down from above. She
worked her sucking mouth up and down, up and down, taking more and
more, even liking the feel of the stiff pubic hairs that began tickling
her nose.
The knob hitting the back of her mouth and penetrating into her throat
didn't cause her to gag. She suddenly wanted to feel the sperm spurting
into her mouth, confident she'd be able to take the experience in her
stride. She was very sexy-hot, her cunt was actually twitching, and she
felt she'd have an orgasm if the semen did spray her mouth. What she'd
do then, she didn't know, but she was so passionate she might even
swallow the stuff--as Betty had done.
"I'm going to come, Stacy! You'd better stop!"
Stacy had felt the throbbing, the slight expansion, but Phil's loud
words caused her to experience near-panic. What if she choked on the
sperm? What if it tasted terrible? What if it made her ill?
She pulled her mouth from the hard flesh and looked over at Betty,
still kneeling before Al and his thrusting tool. "I guess I'm a
natural-born cocksucker," she said, managing a weak smile.
"There's only one way to find out if that's really true," Betty said
seriously. "Why don't you go ahead and finish Phil off? He'll be able
to get another hard-on for some fucking. And for some more sucking."
Stacy only hesitated for a few seconds. She could see Phil's poking
cock making little jerking movements, and she wanted to see the sperm
spurt, but she also wanted to suck the organ all the way off. She
decided she might as well go all the way.
Stacy took a goodly portion of the big organ into her mouth once again,
sucked greedily, and Phil put his hands on her head for the first time.
She didn't mind--the fingers digging into her scalp even added to her
pleasure.
After a very short time the cock jerked spasmodically. Phil lurched
upward, driving the knob into her throat, and as the hot sperm shot
out, she involuntarily swallowed. The sticky jism slipped right on down
her throat very easily and as Phil let up on the pressure on her head,
she lifted, and tasted the semen still oozing out. As she pulled her
mouth and tongue from the rapidly softening cock, still swallowing, she
decided the experience had been very enjoyable. She made a statement to
that effect to the three interested listeners.
"In fact, I'm ready for some more of the same," she added with a little
laugh.
"Finish Al off," Betty said, moving from between Al's legs. "After all,
he's supposed to be your date, honey. There'll be more for me later.
And for you!"
Stacy didn't hesitate about accepting Betty's generous offer. She
quickly moved over and got into position to suck Al's thrusting cock.
She caressed the smooth, hard, damp flesh, then held the shaft steady
by grasping the base with a thumb and forefinger. She also gently
squeezed Al's balls, finding them to be just a little bigger than
Phil's nuts. She was sure there'd be more sperm, since Al had climaxed
one less time during the evening.
Stacy licked up along the underside of Al's stiff cock, enjoying the
act and the soft little moans that came from between his parted lips.
As she twirled her tongue around and around the swollen glans she heard
Betty speak to Phil.
"Get down there and give Stacy an extra thrill! Lapping her cunt should
make your prick get up again in a hurry!"
Stacy waited until Phil was in position before she started sucking Al's
cock. Phil got on his back and slipped his head between Stacy's legs.
She spread her knees a little further apart and he reached up and
around and grasped her buttocks. As he lifted and mashed his mouth
against her palpitating cunt she lowered her mouth and engulfed more
than half of Al's rigid shaft. Then, as Phil's tongue snaked into her
steaming twat, and went directly to her stiffened clitoris, she began
sucking greedily.
Al entangled his fingers in her hair and began making little hunching
movements. She managed to take almost all of Al's throbbing tool while
she hunched along with Phil's lapping. Then Phil got his lips on her
passion-button and she knew that she'd be spinning off into a glorious
orgasm in just a matter of seconds.
She sucked even more greedily, wanting to feel and taste Al's jism
spurting into her mouth and throat while she was melting into a climax
due to Phil's lavish oral attentions. And it happened just as she'd
hoped it would. When her bubble burst, and she felt one of Phil's
fingers caressing the crack of her ass during the moments of ecstasy,
Al's throbbing cock jerked and jolted and spewed forth gobs and gobs of
hot jism.
Al's cock did spurt out more hot jism than Phil's had. Stacy couldn't
swallow it all. She pushed up against Al's tugging fingers until only
the big knob was in her mouth. She took all she could and had to let
the rest run out and down Al's shaft.
When Stacy lifted her head to get her breath, Betty was right there to
take over. Betty had gotten on her hands and knees on the couch. Stacy
straightened her upper body and watched as Betty licked the sticky
sperm from the cock that hadn't lost its stiffness. She felt Phil
leaving her quivering cunt and getting out from between her legs. She
wondered how it'd feel to have a cock shooting off in her mouth and
another spurting into her pussy at the same time.
She glanced over and saw Phil's cock getting hard again, then was a
little disappointed to see Al's prick dwindling even as Betty finished
licking and lifted her head.
"I guess you are a natural-born cocksucker," Betty said, smiling. "Just
like me!"
"As of the moment I'll wear the label with pride," Stacy said, hoping
she'd never be sorry she was becoming just about as uninhibited as
Betty.
Saying that she wanted to be fucked, Betty swung from the couch and got
down on the carpet on her back. "Come on, Phil. Put the blocks to me
and if you can hold your load long enough you can prong Stacy again. In
fact, if Al can get a hard-on right away you can both start right out
switching around while practicing your self-control. You do want to be
fucked some more, don't you, Stacy?"
For her answer, Stacy got down on the carpet beside Betty and watched
as Phil got between Betty's widespread legs. Betty put one hand down
and guided Phil's stiff prick. Braced on his hands and arms, he slowly
lowered and shoved his cock into Betty's cunt. Stacy was fascinated by
the way Betty's cuntal lips clung to the shaft as it slowly
disappeared.
Phil lowered his chest to Betty's big titties and began his thrusts.
She wriggled her ass against the thick carpet and began hunching along
with his masterful strokes. He slipped his hands under and grabbed her
ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his mouth to
hers.
Seeing a couple fucking really turns me on," Al said.
Stacy saw that Al had gotten to his feet and was standing near her
feet, his eyes flicking back and forth between her crotch and Phil's
humping ass. His cock was almost totally erect again.
Stacy had the feeling she was going to stay turned on just about all
the time from then on. She flopped completely over on her back, parted
her legs, and said she hoped it was eating time again.
"It is," Al said chuckling and dropping to his knees. tie blew his
breath on Stacy's gaping gash. "First I'll suck and then I'll fuck."
Al didn't go directly to Stacy's cunt with his mouth and tongue. He
lifted her legs up by putting his hands behind her knees, spread her
out wide, causing her asshole to be exposed to his greedy gaze. Even
before Al made his move, Stacy knew what he was going to do and her
passion surged in anticipation.
He jabbed his tongue against her puckered anus and she gasped. He
pushed against the tight ring, and over an inch of his hot tongue
snaked in. The pleasure was intense. She moaned and squirmed heatedly
as he tongue-fucked her tight asshole, driving his stiffened tongue
deeper and deeper.
She wasn't too disappointed when he soon ceased the intimate oral act,
because he licked the flat of his tongue up through her twitching cunt
and began lapping her stiffened clitoris. He didn't perform that
exciting oral act for very long before moving his thrusting prick into
position for the penetration.
Al let Stacy guide his hard rod into her palpitating pussy. He shoved
in deep and she felt his balls slap against her saliva-wet asshole.
When he started slow in and out thrusts, she wrapped her legs around
his waist and matched his steady pace with fucking motions of her own.
And she returned his passionate, tongue-probing kiss when he glued his
mouth to hers. She enjoyed the slight taste of her own cunt juices.
Soon they broke the torrid kiss and Al braced on his hands and arms
while pounding away. Stacy saw that Phil had also lifted his chest from
Betty's big boobies and was pumping away in just about the same tempo
Al was pistoning his prick in her tingling twat.
Betty looked at Stacy, her dark eyes blazing. "I've already had one
wonderful climax and I'm getting close to another one. How about you,
honey?"
"I'm almost there," Stacy said, sure her own eyes and face were
registering the wondrous pleasure she was experiencing. "I've been
holding back because I was afraid I'd make Al come."
"Go ahead and make it," Al said, beginning to pump faster. "I can hold
back without much trouble. Besides, I'm so fucking horny I think I
might even be able to blast off two or three more times tonight!"
Already balanced right on the brink, Stacy began bucking and wriggling
wildly. She was dimly aware of the slap-slap sounds being made as she
and Al fucked furiously. She was caught up in the throes of a blissful
orgasm and she didn't try to hold back the moans and little cries of
pleasure.
When they stopped moving, Al's cock was still rock hard, even though
Stacy had practiced using her inner cunt muscles. Phil suggested that
he and Al switch around while Stacy rested. Stacy said that was all
right with her, then added she didn't want any rest.
Phil didn't give her time to rest. As soon as she'd guided his stiff
shaft into her succulent snatch, he grinned and said he aimed to
please, then started pronging her fast and furiously. She answered him
thrust for thrust.
Stacy didn't try to keep track of the many climaxes she enjoyed to the
utmost; nor did she keep a count on how many times Al and Phil shifted
back and forth between her and Betty.
Finally, when Al and Phil both announced they were getting dangerously
close to an ejaculation, Betty said that she was in a generous mood and
was willing to let Stacy have both loads. Stacy was glad to hear
Betty's words, as she'd been hoping for such a break, and she thanked
Betty for her generosity. Betty smiled and said maybe she'd ask Stacy
to grant her a special favor at some future time.
Al was fucking Stacy at the moment, and Phil was pronging Betty. Phil
withdrew from Betty, got on his back and said he'd take a blowjob,
since he'd climaxed one time less than Al and would probably be able to
last longer while being sucked.
Pulling his stiff cock from Stacy's cunt, Al got out of the way so she
could suspend her face over Phil's poking, glistening rod. When Al
positioned himself behind Stacy's uplifted buttocks, Betty asked if she
wanted to try corn-holing.
"No," Stacy said, remembering how good the tongue had felt probing her
tender asshole, but afraid there'd be too much pain to have a cock
shoved into the tiny opening.
Stacy waited until Al had his cock in her cunt before she leaned over
and took more than half of Phil's cock into her mouth. Only then did
she realize she was tasting the juices from Betty's cunt. The taste was
about the same as her own juices, and the idea wasn't at all repulsive,
so she sucked just as greedily and with as much pleasure as she
would've had the throbbing prick been recently washed.
The next couple of minutes went by much too quickly for Stacy. Sucking
one cock while being fucked by another was really the greatest, she
thought many times, and she had an entire series of shattering orgasms
when both cocks spurted hot jism at the same time. She swallowed all of
the sperm gushing into her mouth, and clamped down on the cock jerking
and flooding her spawning cunt.
And as both cocks became limp, she wished the delightful pleasure was
just starting, then wondered why she'd been so stupid as to waste so
much time before experiencing the joys of sex with a partner--and
partners.
Chapter 6
More time had passed than Stacy had realized. Since there was school
the next day, and Phil was afraid that his parents might come home a
little early, they decided to call it quits after they'd all taken a
turn in the bathroom.
Stacy would've gladly had more sex, but she didn't mention that fact--
realizing that Al and Phil were both pooped, anyway--and when she got
home she went right to bed. Her parents weren't home, for which she was
thankful, as she was afraid that they'd be able to take one look at her
and be able to tell that she'd been sexing it up like crazy. She
thought about the thrilling sexual experiences for a few minutes,
discovered that she was sexually satisfied for the first time since
she'd first started masturbating, and soon drifted off into a peaceful
sleep.
* * * *
Stacy didn't feel guilty until the next day when she saw Betty during
the lunch hour. She hadn't seen Al or Phil, and didn't happen to see
them all during the day. Something about seeing Betty caused Stacy to
feel guilty as hell. She impulsively confessed her feelings to Betty
and Betty said it was probably natural to be a little upset.
Betty told Stacy she'd been high on sex, there'd been many firsts for
her, and she was having second thoughts because of some of the stupid
things she'd been taught.
"I think I know how to make you feel better about the whole deal,
honey."
"How?" Stacy asked, hoping that Betty could make her feel better.
Betty said she'd heard her parents talking that morning. There was
going to be a swap party that night where they could have a perfect
view. She'd peeked there many times and had observed orgies.
"Maybe seeing how a bunch of married adults sex it up like crazy will
make you realize you're far from being unique where your sexual desires
are concerned, Stacy. Don't tell me you didn't have a great time last
night."
Stacy said she guessed she'd just have to get used to what she'd
become, and Betty told her she'd just changed from an innocent girl
into an experienced woman.
"All females must change eventually, Stacy, so why don't you just
consider yourself lucky for having the guts to do what you wanted to
do? You will go with me to peek at the swappers tonight, won't you?"
Feeling better just from talking to Betty, Stacy said she was already
looking forward to peeking that evening.
Stacy didn't have many guilty feelings during the rest of the day. She
knew that she was gradually accepting what had happened, and what she'd
enjoyed so very much, and she also knew that she wouldn't really change
anything if she could.
Her mother and father went out that evening shortly after eight
o'clock. A few minutes later she took off for Betty's house. Betty's
parents weren't home. She invited Stacy in for a beer or a Coke, but
Stacy declined, saying that she wasn't thirsty.
Actually, the little gleam she could see in Betty's dark eyes made
Stacy a little nervous. She'd sensed before that Betty wanted to have
sex with her, but she didn't think she was ready to try the gay stuff.
She didn't think she'd ever want to try the aggressive role and she
didn't want to chance losing Betty's friendship by getting into a
situation where she'd have to refuse. She'd also decided that she'd
better not have anything to do with Betty's pony. That was a little too
far out, in her opinion, and she didn't even want to watch Betty making
it with Pee-wee again.
Stacy and Betty were again dressed in sweaters and jeans. Betty had
also told Stacy to wear tennis shoes and to be ready to do some
climbing. The big home where the sex party was being tossed was about a
mile from Betty's home. They made it there without incident and without
much talking. Stacy felt that Betty was being unusually quiet, but she
figured that was because she'd turned down the invitation to enter and
have a drink. She decided that if Betty came right out and asked for
some sex action she'd at least let the pretty girl go down on her.
She'd read that just about everybody had some kind of homosexual
experiences at some time or other.
There were quite a few cars in the parking area near the house. Betty
took Stacy's hand as they cautiously approached and said that she would
qualify as a cat burglar or some damn thing because of the fact that
she'd done so much prowling while spying on the swappers.
There were quite a felt cars in the parking area near the house. There
was a double carport attached to one side of the house. Betty led Stacy
to a tree in back of the carport. Stacy watched Betty easily climb the
tree, using the branches that were growing fairly close together, and
then didn't have much trouble joining Betty on the almost flat roof.
Betty got down and crawled to a window from which light was shining.
Stacy got down on her hands and knees and followed, soon finding that
by getting flat on her stomach she had a perfect view, looking down
into a big room.
"Isn't this great, Stacy? We don't even have to be all that quiet. The
people down there can't hear us with the window closed, and I don't
think we could be seen even if somebody happened to look up here. I
think this is just a pane of glass to let light in, really, and I've
finger-fucked myself many times while watching the action down there!"
There looked to be at least ten couples, all naked, some fucking or
sucking, and they were just a bunch of naked bodies at first. Then
Stacy failed to suppress a little gasp as she recognized her own mother
and father. They were sitting on one of several couches, side by side,
both naked. They weren't doing anything, just watching some of the
sexually active couples, obviously with great interest and excitement,
and her father's cock was thrusting stiffly. It had to be all of nine
inches long!
"My parents are also down there," Betty said. "My mother's over there
on the far side of the room, down on the carpet, being fucked by the
guy with red hair. There's my father on the couch to the right fucking
that blonde. You know my folks, but I just thought I'd remind you
they're also swappers."
When Stacy remained silent, Betty went on to tell that she'd been sure
Stacy's parents would be at the party. She said she'd seen them at many
swinging parties and she'd thought it might help Stacy to accept her
desires if she saw her own parents in action.
"Remember when I told you the other night while we were peeking that
adults, and people in general, tend to behave pretty much the same with
their clothes off? I wanted to tell you then about your parents being
swappers, but I was afraid you might not believe me. Maybe I
shouldn't've let you find out like this, but since I did I hope you
aren't angry with me."
"Why should I be angry?" Stacy asked, her eyes going back to her
father's big poking prick after glancing at Betty's mother being
fucked, then at Betty's father fucking the beautiful blonde.
She'd been shocked and surprised, and just a little sick to her
stomach, when she'd first seen her own parents, but she was already
adjusting to the unexpected situation. After all, she told herself, her
parents had a right to live as they wished to live. They sure as hell
couldn't say much about her if they found out about her sexing it up.
And, by God, she was really going to have herself a sexy good time from
then on!
Two naked women were standing at a portable bar. Stacy noticed them
when they finished their drinks and swayed over to her father and
mother. They were attractive, very well-stacked, looked to be in their
late twenties, and their breasts jiggled as they moved the short
distance. Stacy was surprised because her mother didn't have a glass in
her hand.
One of the females dropped to her knees between Stacy's father's
muscular legs and began caressing his erect cock; the other one got
down between Stacy's mother's lovely legs and began caressing the furry
mound. Stacy felt the heat building and spreading from her own loins.
Betty told Stacy her father really had a beautiful cock. Stacy silently
agreed. She also agreed when Betty said her father was very handsome,
and her mother was very lovely.
"Not that I don't feel the same way about my parents, Stacy. They're
both very well-preserved, and my Dad has about eight inches of lovely
cock. I'll bet your father's is at least nine inches right now. I've
seen him use it many times and he's really a long-lasting stud. Just as
my Dad is."
Stacy had always been proud of the way her parents looked. At forty a
person wasn't exactly over the hill, but her mother and father could
both pass for being much younger. She was suddenly glad they were
swappers. She wanted them to enjoy life, it was nice to discover they
were seemingly happy in a sexual way, and there was also the fact she
felt more free to indulge in her own desires and lustful wishes now
that she knew their secret.
The woman kept the fingers of one hand clasped around Stacy's father's
long shaft, leaned over, and began licking the big knob. The other
woman buried her face between Stacy's mother's thighs and Stacy could
see the passion registering on her mother's pretty face. Her mother had
also put both hands on the bobbing head.
There wasn't really much to see when cunnilingus was being performed,
Stacy thought. But since she'd experienced the joy of having her cunt
and clit lapped and sucked--by two males--she could easily imagine just
how much pleasure her mother was receiving from the intimate oral act.
She remembered reading somewhere that a female could actually give
another female greater pleasure in that fashion. Which made sense, as a
female would naturally understand to a greater degree exactly what felt
the best.
Stacy found herself spending most of the time watching her father and
what was being done to his lovely poking prick. The pleasure he was
experiencing was also registering on his handsome face. She felt that
her wild thoughts were terribly wicked, but she couldn't keep from
thinking that she'd like to be kneeling between her father's legs and
paying homage to his giant cock!
"My father's about to get his gun!" Betty exclaimed. "Look at him hump
that chick!"
Stacy pulled her eyes from her own father's thrusting cock and the
tongue that was twirling around the swollen glans . Betty's father was
furiously pounding his cock in and out of the bucking woman's cunt and
their mouths were glued together. He suddenly tensed and Stacy knew
that the sperm was spraying the innermost recesses of the cunt that was
undoubtedly melting and giving out with secretions of its own.
A young woman was sitting on a straight-back chair nearby. She was
playing with her own titties. As soon as Betty's father pulled his limp
cock from the woman he'd just fucked, and flopped over on his back, the
"watcher" quickly dropped her hands from her own jutting breasts and
slipped down and began licking the cunt juices from his soft prick.
As soon as she'd finished that seemingly pleasant task she moved over
and began going down on the woman with the sperm-filled pussy. Stacy
was fascinated by that act, thinking that the greedy female was really
a sperm-happy wanton.
"My mother's making it now!" Betty exclaimed. "God, but I wish I had a
hard cock pounding away in my hot snatch right now!"
Stacy saw that Betty's mother was indeed bucking and lurching through a
climax under the furiously pumping husband of another woman, then
returned her attention to her own parents and their lustful partners.
She also wished that she had a stiff prick fucking away in her steaming
pussy--and she didn't feel all that much shame as she went a little
further and thought about how wonderful it'd probably feel to have her
father's long cock pronging her twitching twat. Or slipping in and out
of her mouth and deep into her throat!
The woman had started sucking and was taking a surprisingly great
amount of the hard flesh and muscle on each downward movement of her
head. She was also fondling the heavy balls with one hand, and it
seemed as if she were running a finger under now and then and probing
at the anal opening. Stacy remembered how thrillingly sensational it'd
been to have a tongue probing and penetrating her tiny asshole.
Stacy saw that her mother was having an orgasm, clutching at the
bobbing head and hair, lurching and wriggling, then suddenly going
limp. The woman lifted her face, licked her wet lips, and quickly got
down on the carpet on her back. Stacy's mother quickly recovered and
followed, suspending herself over the naked woman's lush body, mashing
her mouth against the wet lips.
The passionate kiss only lasted for a few seconds, however, and then
Stacy's mother was feasting upon the woman's poking titties . That
lavish worship didn't last long, either. Soon Stacy was watching her
mother kissing and licking the woman's inner thighs, then licking and
snaking her tongue between the puffy cuntal lips.
Really shocked to see her mother engaged in aggressive Lesbianism,
Stacy glanced at her father's handsome face. She could tell that he'd
observed her mother performing cunnilingus many times. She remembered
his words about someday telling her why her mother had problems and
drank too much. Could that be the problem? Or one of them? But why
should that be a problem when he obviously didn't mind that she was a
cuntlapper? It couldn't be that her mother was an all-out Lesbian.
After all, there'd been some fucking to bring Stacy into the world. Not
that that really meant anything. Maybe her mother just tolerated men.
A few minutes later Stacy saw proof that her mother also enjoyed being
fucked. A naked man, his stiff cock swaying, walked over, got down
behind her mother's uplifted buttocks, and shoved his hard cock into
her pussy. Hunching along with the pistoning prick, Stacy's mother's
head bobbed faster as she lapped and sucked the wriggling woman at a
faster and more furious pace.
"Your father's really a long-lasting stud," Betty said as the woman
lifted her mouth from Stacy's father's huge tool. "That horny woman's
having to rest her jaws and I'll bet that she's asking him to plug her
pussy. I'd sure like to try and make his big prong blast off!"
Stacy, seeing the woman's lips moving in speech, thought a little
wildly that she'd also sure like to take her father's beautiful cock--
in her mouth or in her twitching twat!
"Will you do me a favor by letting me do you a favor, Stacy? I want to
do to you what your mother's doing to that woman. You don't have to
stop watching the action. I'll get on my back and do you like Phil did
you last night."
Stacy didn't hesitate for one moment. If her mother could go down on a
female it shouldn't be all that bad for her to let a female eat her
pussy. Besides, she was so sexy-hot right then she felt that there
wasn't much she wouldn't do--or much she wouldn't allow to be done to
her.
She had to stop watching during the short period of time it took to
help Betty get the tight-ass jeans down and off. They had to take the
tennis shoes off to accomplish that, and then it was a simple task for
Betty to peel the brief panties off and away. The roof was a little
rough on her ass and she put her knees on her jeans when she got on her
hands and knees to resume peeking.
The woman was down on her back on the carpet and Stacy's father was
fucking her when Stacy looked again. Betty caressed and kissed Stacy's
buttocks and said something about how firm and smooth the flesh was.
Betty slipped one hand under and gently stroked Stacy's cuntal lips
with the tips of her fingers. She said she guessed Stacy had suspected
she liked to go the entire gay route, but she'd already shown she
wasn't an all-out Lesbian. She guessed she was bisexual, with her main
sex drive directed toward males.
"It's just something extra to enjoy, Stacy. I hope you aren't disgusted
with your mother. She's like I am--and the way my mother is. My hot-ass
mom likes to eat pussy, as well as have hers eaten, and I like to see
her enjoying herself in all the ways."
Stacy had been watching her father's humping ass, and hunching along
with Betty's caressing fingers. "You'd better hurry before I melt
without any help from your mouth and tongue, Betty!"
Moving quickly, Betty pulled her hand from Stacy's quivering pussy
lips, got on her back with her head between Stacy's knees, and grasped
a cheek of Stacy's ass with each hand. Stacy gasped as she felt the hot
breath and the equally hot mouth on her cunt. The slippery tongue
darted in, swabbed the ways of her palpitating twat, then went to her
stiffened clit.
"Oh, it feels so marvelous," Stacy said softly as the lips encompassed
her passion-button and added greedy sucking to the lapping of the
tongue.
Stacy was caught up in the throes of an orgasm within seconds. She
quaked violently as racking spasms seized control of her body. She
pressed her cunt down against Betty's face, mouth and tongue, moaning
with pleasure, her vision blurring as the exquisite waves of ecstasy
went on and on.
When the shuddering spasms finally ceased, and Stacy could once again
see plainly, Betty lowered her head, but she remained between Stacy's
knees and kept a firm grip on Stacy's buttocks.
"I don't mind telling you I creamed my panties, Stacy. I'll stay right
here and do you again when you're ready. I know one quick climax didn't
satisfy you, honey, and I also don't mind saying you taste good."
"Thank you," Stacy said, thinking she should say something. She didn't
feel any shame or guilt, and she hoped such feelings would stay away
forever. "And thanks for the favor."
"Any time, honey, any time. Tell me when you're ready to be lapped
again."
Stacy felt she was ready right then, and that she'd always be ready for
such lavish oral treatment--from males or females--but she didn't say
anything. She didn't want to appear too greedy, too much like the sex-
nut she was apparently rapidly becoming, and her attention was also
focused upon the uninhibited, unrestrained erotic activities in the big
room below.
Her father had pulled his big poking cock from the woman he'd been
fucking and was on his back, his glistening tool still thrusting
proudly. Another attractive naked woman was getting into position to
mount him, and Stacy figured he'd fucked the first woman through at
least one climax. Watching as the second female guided the stiff cock
and slowly engulfed it with her pussy as she lowered her lush body,
Stacy admitted to herself she'd like to be encompassing her father's
beautiful hunk of hard meat with her own hot cunt.
Stacy's mother had gotten on her back and a woman was going down on
her, apparently feasting upon the sperm the man had deposited. Stacy
realized that she'd had her eyes closed, or that her vision had been
blurred, longer than she'd thought. The scene had changed from mostly
couples engaged in various sex acts to a regular group-sex orgy
A man straddled Stacy's mother's head and shoved his stiff cock at her
mouth. She accepted it and began sucking as he made fucking motions,
driving the rigid rod deep into her throat on each downward plunge. A
woman straddled Stacy's father's head and lowered her cunt down over
his face. He grabbed her ass and began eating her. The woman bouncing
up and down on his cock jabbed her tongue into the crack of the other
woman's ass.
Soon Stacy could see that the man's cock was shooting off in her
mother's greedily sucking mouth. She could tell that the man had one
hell of a big load, because the sperm dribbled out of the corners of
her mother's mouth. When the cock was removed, soft and limp, another
woman was right there, licking the jism from Stacy's mother's lips and
chin. Then they were kissing and Stacy's mother was lurching and
bucking under the other woman's mouth and tongue.
Both women left Stacy's father at the same time. His cock was still
poking toward the ceiling, glistening with cunt juices, and he licked
his wet lips. A woman sitting on a nearby couch, being tongued by a
kneeling woman, pushed the bobbing head from between her legs and went
over and mounted Stacy's father. The rejected female went over and
settled her cunt down over Stacy's father's mouth.
Stacy let her eyes wander around the huge room. Three women were locked
in a tight little circle, going down on each other, and three men were
corn-holing them. A man was fucking a woman dog-fashion while she
sucked another man's cock. Another woman was down behind the man,
licking his ass and his balls, now and then taking a swipe with her
tongue at his wet cock during the short period of time it was being
lifted out of the clinging cunt.
Betty began lapping Stacy's cunt without being asked. Stacy hunched
along with the oral greediness and decided she might give cunnilingus a
try some time. Her mother, Betty, and most of the swapping wives seemed
to enjoy the intimate erotic act very much, and there was an old saying
about not knocking anything until it'd been tried.
After a couple of minutes of bliss produced by Betty's lapping tongue
and sucking lips, Stacy had a shuddering spasmodic orgasm so intense
she almost passed out. She lowered and ground her spasming snatch
against Betty's face until the greedy girl had to pinch and slap her
ass to make her stop.
As soon as Betty had pulled her head from between Stacy's legs, she
said, "I think I'm going to have to haul ass right now, honey! I guess
you know I'm really steaming, and I don't want to finger-fuck myself
when in just a few minutes I can be bouncing on the end of Pee-wee's
stiff cock!"
"Maybe I'll do some bouncing on your pony's cock," Stacy said. "Even
though I think I'd rather bounce on my father's big beauty!"
"You're coming along fine," Betty said, laughing low in her throat.
"Yes, honey, you're really coming along fine."
Stacy wondered what Betty would say if she knew she'd just about made
up her mind to try eating pussy ...
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.
Chapter 8
The next day was Saturday. Stacy was glad for several reasons. Her
father went to his office on Saturdays, so she didn't have to face him,
and her mother had gone shopping by the time Stacy got up. Also, aside
from the fact she enjoyed the days off from school, she and Betty had
decided, after becoming temporarily sexually satiated the evening
before, to get a group together and go for a horseback ride into the
foothills.
They also decided to take picnic lunches and go to a lake for some
swimming. Betty had said they'd undoubtedly go swimming in the nude,
and the result would probably mean sex. Stacy, not sure that she wanted
the kids in her set to know about her sexual activities, had mentioned
it to Betty and Betty had said she understood and would pick a few boys
and girls in her own set she could trust not to blab.
Betty called on the phone shortly before ten o'clock and said she'd
made arrangements for everybody to meet at her house in about an hour.
Stacy said she'd be there, but as soon as the connection was broken,
she was sorry she hadn't asked how many were going.
Deciding she'd find out soon enough, she went to the kitchen and made
some sandwiches. She'd just finished eating breakfast, which she'd
prepared herself, as the cook-housekeeper had the weekend off. She
wondered about beer or soft drinks, but thought she'd let Betty or
somebody else take care of that.
While Stacy was in the barn saddling her favorite riding horse, after
putting the sandwiches in a saddle bag, Evelyn McCready entered. Evelyn
lived nearby. She and Stacy had gone riding together often. Her father
was a banker and had a nice string of spirited thoroughbred horses.
After returning Evelyn's cheery greeting, and wondering what kind of an
excuse she should make if Evelyn wanted to go with her, Stacy said,
"I'm going riding with Betty Evans and some of her friends, Evelyn.
We're going up into the foothills to the lake on a picnic."
"That sounds like fun! I don't have anything planned for the day,
Stacy. I walked over to see if you wanted to go for a ride before I
saddled up. It isn't much fun to go riding alone. Hint, hint!"
Stacy wasn't sure what she should say. She'd never talked to Evelyn
about boys, or anything having to do with sex, and she didn't want to
take a possible killjoy with her.
Evelyn was a tall redhead with green eyes, long legs, and a very nice
figure. Stacy had seen Evelyn in a brief swimsuit many times. After her
delightful experience with Betty, she couldn't keep from contemplating
how it might be to have sex with the pretty girl.
"Maybe you wouldn't like what might go on at the lake, Evelyn. There'll
be nude swimming, for sure, and since Betty's a swinger from the word
go, her friends will--well, there'll probably be some sex action."
The lovely redhead had been staring. She smiled broadly and said she
was really surprised because Stacy was going riding with Betty's
friends with the knowledge there'd be sex.
"I've had the idea you were something of a prude, Stacy, and it's nice
to find you aren't. Meaning, of course, if there's a chance to get in
on some sex activities I'd sure like to go!"
Stacy said it was her turn to be surprised, then said she'd had a
similar idea about Evelyn. She went on and told about being a virgin
until just recently and was sorry she'd wasted so much time.
Evelyn said she'd lost her cherry about two years before, willingly,
and wanted to know if she should change out of her riding clothes and
make some sandwiches.
Stacy hadn't invited the redhead, but she didn't think Betty would mind
having another girl along. She told Evelyn she'd made plenty of
sandwiches, but it might be a good idea to change clothes. It was a hot
day and Stacy had put on shorts and a halter, wanting the sun on her
exposed flesh, but also not wanting many clothes to remove to go
swimming--and to do more exciting things.
Stacy finished saddling her horse and led him over to Evelyn's barn.
She said she'd saddle Evelyn's horse while Evelyn was changing clothes.
She didn't argue when the redhead said it wouldn't take long to saddle
up, and that she had a secret to tell she'd kept bottled up inside so
long she just had to let it out.
Curious, and feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of seeing the
pretty girl's naked body, Stacy soon found that Evelyn's parents
weren't home, either. Evelyn started talking on the way upstairs to her
bedroom. Stacy listened with great interest.
Two years before, when she'd been fourteen, Evelyn had already been
playing with herself for a couple of years, and climaxing for over a
year. She'd started baby-sitting for a couple on the other side of
town. They were friends of her parents, and she'd been asked to sit so
the two couples could go out together.
There was just one child, a girl, four years old at the time. One
evening Evelyn took care of the baby while the couple went out without
her parents going along. Her body had already filled out, and she was
always having fantasies about fucking and various other sexual acts.
She'd gotten a crush on the husband, and had probably flirted more than
she'd realized. He was very handsome. He was thirty-five at the time,
but didn't look his age. His wife was a little younger and was very
beautiful all over.
The husband drove Evelyn home and she sat very close to him, letting
her skirt hike very high so as to reveal plenty of flesh. She'd soon
observed his cock poking his pants out. She'd really become steaming
hot then, and had squirmed her ass on the seat in an attempt to let him
know it. When he didn't say anything, she boldly put a hand over on his
hard cock. Through his clothes, she'd felt his straining prick jerk
against her fingers.
He pushed her hand away without saying a word, but he parked the car a
block away from her house. She still hadn't said anything, and had left
the skirt pulled high on her thighs. He told her that she was a crazy
kid and was playing with fire. She laughed and told him she'd like to
play with his hard cock.
He wanted to know if she'd ever had sex with anyone. She told him she
hadn't, but was more than ready. She unzipped his pants, took his stiff
prick out, and he just groaned while she played with the thrusting
organ. She started jacking him off, seeming to instinctively know just
how to do it, and he finally pushed her hand away and said her father
would want to kill him.
Evelyn told him nobody would ever know, including her father. He said
he was just about to come and if she wanted to finish him off he'd
catch the stuff in his handkerchief. She knew about ejaculation from
reading and hearing talk, and she wanted to see the jism spurt. Just a
few more strokes with her fist and his big cock shot out gobs and gobs
or sperm onto the handkerchief.
She found out later his cock was seven inches long. It remained erect
even after the explosion, and he said it hadn't done that since he was
a very young man. She was nearing a climax by then, and was fingering
her cunt lips through her panties.
He told her he wouldn't fuck her, as he didn't want to take the
responsibility of breaking her in, but he would take care of her with
his mouth and tongue if she wanted him to. She excitedly told him to go
to it. He got down between her legs, with his knees on the floorboard,
and she helped the best she could in getting her panties off.
Evelyn thought it was the most wonderful thing that could possibly
happen to her when he started going down on her. He lapped and sucked
her through at least four glorious orgasms before taking her on home.
She promised not to tell anybody and the very next night he had her
baby-sit again.
Only he and his lovely wife didn't leave the house. They put the baby
to bed and remained right there with her. He'd told his sexy wife about
the cuntlapping and the masturbating, she'd approved, and wanted him to
fuck Evelyn while she watched.
After Evelyn agreed, and again promised to keep everything a secret,
the husband got her cherry while the wife excitedly looked on. They
took her to a bedroom and the wife even helped the husband get her
naked. The wife also got a towel to put under Evelyn's ass when she got
on the bed.
There wasn't much pain for Evelyn when the husband fucked her. He took
it easy while slipping the meat to her, and when he hesitated after
making contact with the thin barrier, she lurched upward and did the
puncturing herself. She found out a little later there wasn't even much
blood, and she thought she was in heaven when he began fucking her and
she fucked right back.
The wife didn't do anything except masturbate with her fingers that
night. The husband fucked Evelyn again after she went to the bathroom
and cleaned herself. Her orgasm was just as wonderful the second time
as it'd been the first time. She wasn't even sore, and when he took her
home she fingered herself to another climax while thinking about his
big prick pounding away in her pussy.
Two nights later Evelyn was at their house again, supposedly to baby-
sit, but the three of them had a wonderful time. They got naked and
tumbled onto the bed together. The wife sucked the husband's hard cock
while he went down on Evelyn. They both sucked on Evelyn's titties
before he fucked her. While the husband was fucking Evelyn the wife
kissed and licked around on his humping ass.
After he shot his first wad, the wife got down and ate his stuff out of
Evelyn's cunt. It was a wild thrill for Evelyn, even though she was
kind of shocked by the action. The husband got another hard-on and when
he offered it to Evelyn to suck she didn't hesitate. She didn't suck
him all the way off then, but she did many times afterward.
"I enjoy performing fellatio very much, Stacy, and I might as well go
ahead and admit I get a big bang out of performing cunnilingus. Did you
ever have it done to you?"
While Evelyn had been talking a mile a minute, she and Stacy had
entered her bedroom. She'd gotten shorts and a halter out of a bureau
drawer, then slowly stripped herself naked. Stacy had plunked her butt
down on the side of the bed, getting more and more excited, wondering
just how far she should go with the lovely redhead.
"Yes," Stacy said, deciding she wouldn't tell about her thrilling
experiences with Betty and Betty's pony. "The two guys I've let fuck me
also lapped my cunt. I went down on them, too. Are you still having sex
with the married couple?"
"Oh, yes," Evelyn said, going on to say she was with the couple two or
three times a week. The man and his wife were still afraid Evelyn's
parents would find out, even though she kept telling them not to worry.
They were always giving her expensive presents, too. She had an idea
they meant the gifts as a kind of blackmail payment, and that was the
only thing she didn't like about the relationship.
"I'd really miss being with them on a regular basis, Stacy, but I've
been thinking more and more about having sex with other people. That's
the reason I was so pushy about going with you today. I've never had
sex with anybody except them, and I think it's time I circulated around
a bit. I hope I haven't bored you with my long-winded confession!"
"I'm far from being bored, Evelyn. I guess the three of you do all
kinds of wild things together, huh?"
"Name it and we've done it. She goes down on me while he fucks her, I
go down on her while he puts the blocks to me. I do a sixty-nine with
each of them, and I've even learned to like getting corn-holed. Have
you had that done to you, Stacy?"
"No, and I'm not sure I ever want to go that route. It must hurt like
hell."
"It isn't all that painful after you get used to it, Stacy. The initial
penetration still hurts a little, but I find the pleasure that follows
worth the slight suffering. Will you let me make love to you?" ^
"I thought you were never going to ask!"
The naked redhead had been standing a few feet in front of Stacy, her
shorts and halter in one hand. She dropped the garments and moved
forward as Stacy spoke, then stood up. As Evelyn dropped to her knees
on the thick carpet and tugged the zipper down on Stacy's tight shorts,
Stacy quickly freed her own breasts and tossed the halter aside,
telling herself she wouldn't go down on the beautifully stacked girl.
Not then, anyhow. They should hurry and meet Betty and the other kids--
and she wasn't even sure she wanted to let Evelyn know about the fact
she'd gone the complete Lesbian route.
Stacy wasn't wearing a bra or panties, having decided they'd just be in
the way out at the lake. She lifted her feet, each in turn, as Evelyn
peeled the shorts off. Then, before Evelyn had a chance to straighten,
Stacy got on the bed and stretched out on her back.
Evelyn followed, going right to one of Stacy's breasts with her mouth
and tongue, her hands roaming all over Stacy's naked body. She soon
moved over to Stacy's other spiked mound, but she didn't spend much
time tonguing and sucking the second tingling tit, either. She trailed
her moistly parted lips and darting tongue down along Stacy's squirming
body until she came to the curly pubic hairs.
Stacy lifted and parted her knees. Evelyn skirted around Stacy's blonde
crotch and began kissing and licking Stacy's inner thighs. Stacy lifted
her ass from the mattress and Evelyn took the hint. She licked up
through Stacy's gash and then, propped on her elbows, used her thumbs
to pull the cuntal lips apart.
Lowering her mouth, Evelyn blew her warm breath directly into Stacy's
cunt. Stacy gasped and put her hands on Evelyn's head. The red hair was
thick and satiny-soft. Evelyn mashed her mouth against the tender folds
of cunt flesh and Stacy wriggled her ass and lurched upward again.
Evelyn's tongue lapped a few times and then probed deep. With her lips
also buried deep, Evelyn then moved her hands around and under and
grasped Stacy's buttocks. Evelyn's tongue went to Stacy's stiffened
clitoris. Stacy dug her fingers into Evelyn's scalp and Evelyn added
sucking to her lapping.
Within a few seconds Stacy was shuddering through an orgasm. She
lurched, bucked, and bounced her ass on the mattress while tugging at
Evelyn's bobbing head. She clamped her thighs against the sides of
Evelyn's face and didn't try to stop the little cries of pleasure
escaping from between her parted lips. After she'd sagged limply, and
Evelyn had lifted her head, she saw that Evelyn had put a hand down and
was finger-fucking herself.
Deciding she was being selfish by not returning the favor, and also
curious as to how it'd be with a female other than Betty, Stacy said,
"You don't have to frig yourself if you don't really want to, Evelyn.
I'll go down on you if you want me to."
Evelyn pulled her finger from her cunt. "You've done it before!"
"Enough to know how to go about it, anyhow."
Quickly stretching out beside Stacy, Evelyn excitedly said she liked to
have her breasts sucked. Stacy suspended herself over the redhead's
lovely nakedness, and got a big bang out of feasting upon the
thrusting, hard-tipped titties.
Remembering the date with Betty, and the fact there'd undoubtedly be
plenty of sex action out by the lake, Stacy began to work her way down
along Evelyn's squirming body. She tried to give as much pleasure as
she'd just received, and kissed and licked her way down to the short,
curly red pubic hairs.
Evelyn smelled good, something like Betty had, and Stacy soon found the
taste was practically the same. Evelyn's pussy was just as hot and
juicy as Betty's twat, too, and Stacy was pleased to find she would
still take a cock before she would a cunt if she had to make a choice.
After swabbing the wet walls of the cunt as she enjoyed having her own
swabbed, Stacy went to the erect clitoris. That bud-shaped organ was
longer than Betty's and Stacy found it much easier to encompass with
her lips. She kept right on lapping with her tongue as she sucked,
grabbing Evelyn's wriggling buttocks with her fingers as Evelyn's
fingers dug into her bobbing scalp.
Evelyn soon climaxed, shuddering violently and moaning loudly, while
tugging at Stacy's head and clamping her sleek thighs against Stacy's
cheeks. Stacy kept lapping and sucking for a time after Evelyn became
still, swallowing the tasty secretions while making sure the redhead
was totally satisfied for the moment.
"That was super, Stacy! Have you ever been fucked while going down on a
girl?"
"I've never had the pleasure," Stacy said, wiping the back of her hand
across her wet lips. "I have an idea it won't be long, though. I do
want you to know this gay stuff is secondary where I'm concerned. I go
for cocks a hell of a lot more than I do for cunts."
"Me, too," Evelyn said soberly. She smiled brightly. "This Lez stuff
sure is a lot of fun and a great substitute for fucking, though. And it
has masturbating beat all to hell!"
Stacy silently agreed.
Chapter 9
When Stacy and Evelyn got to Betty's house they found the group ready
to go. There were two couples besides Betty, Phil and Al. Stacy had
seen the four young people around, but she didn't really know them.
Betty, showing surprise at seeing Evelyn, called out the names as they
were mounting up. Max Barnes, Virginia Tate, Ted York, and Jane
Gulliver. Stacy found out later Max and Ted were both seventeen. They
were both good-looking and Virginia and Jane were both pretty and well-
stacked. She also found out a little later Jane was also seventeen, but
Virginia was only fifteen. They were also wearing shorts and halters,
as was Betty, and the boys were wearing jeans and T-shirts.
Evelyn said maybe she shouldn't go, since she didn't have a date, and
Betty told her not to be silly. Phil overheard, chuckled, and said an
extra girl just might come in handy. Betty told Phil to be careful with
his talk or he might insult Evelyn. Stacy knew Evelyn made a hit with
everybody when she said she couldn't think of one single thing anybody
could say that would make her feel insulted.
They started out walking the horses. It was a hot day and the lake was
about five miles away. Stacy knew Al was supposed to be her date, but
she rode alongside Evelyn. She liked Phil just as well as she did Al
and she knew it didn't make any difference to Betty which one she went
with. She didn't think it made any difference to Al and Phil, either.
She hoped Virginia and Jane weren't possessive with their dates. She'd
been looking forward to a possible group-sex orgy. If her parents could
engage in such sexual acrobatics she saw no reason why she shouldn't.
Betty dropped back and rode between Stacy and Evelyn. Stacy told Betty
about her experience with Evelyn, then told Evelyn to tell about the
married couple she'd been sexing it up with. Evelyn did, almost word
for word, still without mentioning names, and Betty listened with great
interest. When Evelyn finished, Betty told the redhead she was her kind
of person.
"All my close friends swing without stupid feelings of shame and
guilt," Betty added. "I should've known Stacy wouldn't bring a killjoy
along."
Stacy would've gotten sexy-hot even without the talk and her thoughts
about the pleasures she knew were in store for her. The friction from
riding horseback always made her passionate, as she was sure it did
most females, and she had actually experienced an orgasm at times while
riding. It was a form of masturbation, she figured, and she'd often
thought doctors should prescribe horseback riding for frigid females.
After they were out of sight of the houses, Stacy discovered the boys
had put cold cans of beer in their saddle bags. And then later she
found they'd also brought along two bottles of whiskey.
They passed the beer around, Al dropping back to give Stacy, Betty and
Evelyn a can, saying the beer would soon get hot. Stacy sipped from the
can, but she didn't want to drink enough of anything to take a chance
on deadening her senses.
When they got into the foothills they pushed the horses into a trot.
When they were within sight of the lake they urged the horses into a
gallop. At the lake they let the animals drink, careful they didn't
take on too much water, and then rode around the edge of the lake until
they found a secluded area with a small sandy beach.
They removed the saddles and secured the horses by their halters under
a thick stand of tall pine trees near the beach. Everybody just stood
around for a few minutes, opening cans of warm beer, and then Betty
said she was going for a swim.
As Betty freed her big breasts, Virginia and Jane did the same, Jane
saying skinny dipping was great fun. Evelyn then whipped her halter off
and Stacy quickly revealed her poking titties, glad the beer had helped
to overcome most of her nervousness. She enjoyed the way Max and Ted
looked at her--and when the other girls removed their shorts she
hurriedly peeled out of hers.
There were a few whistles from the boys, but there wasn't any touching.
Stacy followed the other girls across the sand and down to the water,
wanting to clean her sweaty body, but at the same time eager to see
what Max and Ted had to offer.
The water was cool and clear. Stacy waded out about waist deep, along
with the other girls, and ducked down to her chin to rinse off. She
then stood straight, as the rest were doing, and watched as the young
men approached the water, naked, and seemingly not all that sexually
excited.
She didn't see a stiffly thrusting cock, anyway. Having seen Al's and
Phil's before, as well as having enjoyed them while they were erect,
she only glanced at their swaying cocks long enough to see that they
weren't much past the limp stage.
Ted's prick seemed to be almost half hard, and she didn't think it'd
turn out to be as big as the ones she'd already had, but Marc had a big
hunk of meat even when it was in a state of almost total softness. It
was swaying from side to side as he ran and she was sure that it'd
expand until it was just about as big as her father's beauty.
The boys came storming into the lake, splashing water on the girls and
each other. Stacy didn't care for that kind of playing around, but she
felt she managed to go along with the silly kid stuff without showing
her true feelings.
Soon the fellows began diving under and copping feels, though. Stacy
had her ass lightly pinched, fingers probing her cunt, and felt lips
nibbling at her ass, crotch, and thighs. She laughed and jumped around,
as the other girls were doing, not sure who was doing what to the
various erogenous zones of her body.
Finally, everybody seemed to get tired of the playing and splashing
around at the same time. They went in close to the beach and flopped
down where the water was only a few inches deep. Stacy felt that soon
more interesting things would begin to happen--and was soon happy to
find her feelings had been right.
Al began kissing and sucking on Stacy's breasts. While enjoying his
lavish attentions, she saw Max start doing the same to Virginia's big
boobies, and then Ted began working on Jane's smaller titties with his
mouth and tongue. Betty and Phil were each sucking on one of Evelyn's
lovely mounds. Stacy was glad Evelyn wasn't being left out. Not that
she'd really thought the lovely hot-ass redhead would be.
Stacy watched Ted lift up and get into position to fuck Jane. His erect
cock looked to be about six inches long. It was big in diameter,
though, and the head was much larger than Al's and Phil's knob. She
looked the other way and saw that Max was getting between Virginia's
widespread legs. His cock wasn't all that big around in its erect
state, but it had to be at least eight inches long.
Stacy's view was blocked when Al left her throbbing titties and mashed
his mouth to hers. She returned his passionate kiss, lashing her tongue
with his hot and slippery oral instrument, wishing he'd tongue her
tingling twat before fucking her. There'd be plenty of time for
cuntlapping, though--as well as for cocksucking--and she guided his
stiff prick into her palpitating cunt.
Al broke the feverish kiss soon after he'd started fucking Stacy. She
met the slow and steady thrusts and saw Max pronging Virginia and Jane
hunching along with Ted's pounding prick. Betty and Phil were still
sucking on Evelyn's breasts, and the redhead was stroking Phil's poking
prick with one hand and fondling Betty's titties with the other.
Stacy's head was on the sand, out of the water, and she didn't care if
her hair was wet and getting filled with sand. She didn't care about
anything except the delightful pleasure she was experiencing. The few
inches of water was warm against her back, shoulders, and wriggling
ass. She could feel the water lapping at her asshole and could hear
Al's balls making a slap-slap sound as he made each forward thrust.
Her clinging cunt was out of the water, as was his pistoning prick, and
quick glances told her the same was true of the other two fucking
couples. She hoped to find out later how it'd feel to fuck with her
cunt completely submerged. She was sure the coupling would have to be
made before the submersion, though.
Al said he was just about to come and began pounding faster. Stacy had
felt the telltale expansion of his swollen glans. She matched the new
pace and thrilled to a shuddering orgasm as Al's cock jerked and jolted
and flooded her clasping cunt with hot jism. She used her inner muscles
to milk his rapidly softening prick when he collapsed.
He quickly lifted his chest from her hard-tipped mounds, however, and
just as quickly withdrew his limp cock from her quivering cunt. She saw
Ted pulling his limber cock from Jane's pussy. Max and Virginia were
already splashing out into deep water.
Phil was just pushing his stiff shaft into Evelyn's eagerly lifted
cunt, and Stacy knew that he'd just finished fucking Betty. Because
Betty was getting up off her back and had a well-fucked look on her
pretty face.
Betty saw Stacy looking, smiled, winked, and called, "Maybe it's a good
thing I gave Phil a quick blowjob earlier! Otherwise, Evelyn would've
had to wait for a cock to get hard!"
Stacy got to her feet and watched as Betty plastered herself to Phil's
back, pressing her lower body to his humping ass. Stacy then waded out
into waist-deep water and washed herself, probing with her fingers to
rid her cunt of Al's semen.
Ted, a broad smile on his face, waded over and asked Stacy if he could
take a turn with her. She wanted to know what Jane would think. He told
her Jane didn't have any strings on him. Jane heard them talking and
called out she was going to take on Al just as soon as he was ready.
Stacy took Ted's offered hand and they started toward the beach. When
they got into shallow water, she saw his cock was limp. He noticed her
looking, and told her he'd be ready just as soon as the sun took the
chill off. The water wasn't cold, but she knew what he meant.
Phil had left Evelyn and Betty, and was going out into the water. He
winked at Stacy. She smiled and glanced down at his cock, limp and
glistening with cunt juices and sperm. Betty was on her back, her eyes
closed, her ass wriggling, her fingers entangled in Evelyn's red hair
as Evelyn lapped her cunt.
Ted told Stacy seeing females going down on each other really turned
him on, then suggested they go under the trees where they could be out
of the hot sun. Stacy liked the suggestion, told him so, then said
she'd had sex with Betty and with Evelyn.
"Jane and Virginia go that route," Ted said. "I heard them talking
about how eager they were to get a crack at you. Max is probably a
little jealous because I'm going with you first."
Stacy said there'd be plenty of time and energy for everybody, and Ted
chuckled and said he liked her a hell of a lot already.
Ted got a few of the saddle blankets and spread them out on the grass
in the shade. Stacy sat down, pleased to see his cock lifting into an
erection. She was also pleased when he told her she had a beautiful
body.
He sat down beside her. They were both dry by then. He put an arm
around her waist, and she turned her face toward him. He kissed her,
tenderly at first, and she liked the feel of his smooth, moist lips on
hers. A hand went to one of her breasts. The nipple became erect and
poked against his palm. She let his hot, slippery tongue push past her
teeth.
She began sucking on his tongue. They fell backward, twisting so they
were facing each other. She felt his stiff cock poking against her
thigh. He slipped a hand down between their bodies and cupped her
crotch. He pulled his tongue from her mouth, and she gave him hers to
suck. One of his fingers slipped into her quivering cunt, probed deep,
then went to her stiffened clitoris. She pushed a hand down and grasped
his hard cock. He groaned and pulled his mouth and tongue from hers.
He rolled her over on her back and pulled his pulsing prick from her
fist. He pulled his finger from her clit and out of her cunt. He
fastened his hot, wet mouth onto her right breast and began sucking the
sensitive, spiked mound. Rippling waves of pleasure darted back and
forth between her throbbing tit and her tingling twat. He moved his
mouth over to her left taut-tipped breast, and she ran her fingers
through his thick hair.
Stacy didn't have to apply any pressure to get Ted to trail his parted
lips down along her slowly squirming body. He jabbed his tongue into
her shallow navel. She removed her hands from his head, cupped her
poking breasts, and worked her thumbs back and forth over her hard,
springy nipples.
Ted nuzzled right on down through Stacy's curly blonde pubic hairs. She
lurched upward, but he only licked her split once and lifted his head.
She already had her legs widely parted. He put his hands behind her
knees, lifted, and folded her legs back until they were touching the
backs of her hands.
Knowing what he meant to do, Stacy let go of her throbbing breasts and
used her own hands to press her thighs tightly against the hard-nippled
mounds. Ted began licking her buttocks, going around and around in ever
smaller circles. She gasped when his wet tongue touched her tiny
puckered anus. He used his fingers to spread the cheeks of her ass even
further apart. He licked up through the crack, making a slurpy sound,
then jabbed the tip of his stiffened tongue against the knot.
Stacy gasped again when the hot tongue poked through the tight ring of
her anal opening. Ted began tongue-fucking Stacy's asshole. The
sensation was electrifying. It was next to impossible for her to hold
herself still. She had a wild urge to pump her ass along with the
jabbing tongue, but she fought it back, and succeeded in only rolling
her hips a little.
When Ted left her anus, and licked up through her snatch, Stacy was
right on the brink of a climax. She knew just a few more jabs of his
tongue in what she'd always considered the wrong hole would've had her
spawning like crazy. As he slithered his tongue between her twitching
pussy lips, and began lapping her stiffened clit, he thrust a finger
into her tingling asshole.
Having the finger probing her tight rectum delayed Stacy's orgasm.
There wasn't any pain, as Ted wasn't at all rough, and she'd had her
own finger up the hot hole, but the shock of being treated in such a
manner momentarily tempered her passion.
Then, as Ted began finger-fucking her sensitive asshole, while lapping
and sucking her elongated clitoris, Stacy again started the headlong
rush toward a climax. When she started coming it was as if she were
having an orgasm in her quivering cunt and in her twitching asshole.
She moaned loudly, hunched along with the double-action the best she
could, and clamped her upper teeth down over her lower lip to keep from
screaming.
She did emit whimpering sounds while rolling her head from side to
side, and digging her fingernails into Ted's bobbing scalp. She came
steadily, with ever-increasing force, until she felt she couldn't bear
for one second longer such utter ecstasy.
It was almost with relief that she became aware that the mind-bending
force of the shattering orgasm had at last begun to lessen. She
suddenly collapsed, still shuddering as her passion simmered down,
removing her hands from Ted's head when he pushed upward. Her ass
muscles kept on quivering even after he removed his finger.
While Ted was moving his poking prick into position for the
penetration, Stacy thought about telling him she wanted to be fucked in
the ass. She quickly rejected the idea, however, thinking about how
much bigger his cock was than his finger. She also wanted to feel his
stiff shaft in her cunt, which was still trembling deep inside from the
expert tonguing it'd received.
Her pussy was so juicy from her come, the ramrod stiff cock slipped in
easily before she could get her hand down to do the guiding. Ted
lowered slowly, pushing his prick gently into her tight, succulent cunt
while dropping his chest down against her poking titties. She locked
her legs around his waist, thrilling to the way his hot, throbbing cock
forced its way into her clinging twat until the head pressed against
her womb.
Stacy put her arms around Ted's neck and pulled his mouth to hers when
he began fucking her. She rotated her ass and hunched along with his
powerful thrusts, as they kissed passionately. He jabbed his slippery
tongue in and out of her mouth in the same tempo his prick was
pistoning in her clinging cunt.
She was soon well on her way to another climax. He pulled his mouth
from hers and buried his face beside her head. He slipped his hands
under and grabbed her wriggling ass. She clutched at his smooth back
and shoulders with her fingers, and whispered that she was about to
come.
Stacy wanted to feel Ted's cock jerking and spurting hot cream in her
clasping pussy, but she wasn't disappointed when he said he could shoot
off but would rather not. She also wanted to feel and taste his hot
jism flooding her mouth, and she meant to blow him when he stopped
fucking her.
Ted lifted his upper body and braced on his hands and arms without
faltering in his masterful strokes. His brown eyes were filmed with
passion, his good-looking features contorted. Stacy knew her own
passion was registering in her eyes and on her face.
"It looks as if it's going to be a long, action-filled day, Stacy. If
you don't mind, I'd rather hold back and conserve my strength."
"I don't mind," Stacy said, quickening the tempo of her thrusts. "I'm
coming now, though! Fuck me! Fuck me faster!"
Ted began fucking fast and furiously. He really poured the meat to her,
and she loved every inch of it. She slipped her hands down to his
surprisingly smooth buttocks, gripped, tugged, and hunched like crazy.
Her climax was blindingly intense.
As soon as Ted pulled his hard cock out, and got on his back, Stacy got
on her hands and knees and began licking her fluids from his jutting
shaft. When she opened her mouth wide to start sucking, however, her
told her he had very sensitive nipples. She took the hint, figuring he
partly wanted some time to get himself under control, and began kissing
and licking around on his broad, almost hairless chest.
She darted her tongue against one of his nipples. The nub immediately
became erect. She nibbled at the stiff spike with her lips, then moved
over and used her tongue to make the other nipple get hard. She tongued
and sucked the hard tip and toyed with the other one with her fingers.
Ted said he could feel electric-like shocks darting right down to his
cock and balls.
Stacy enjoyed giving Ted pleasure in that manner, but she was eager to
get on back down to his thrusting cock. She soon trailed down along his
firm, tanned body, planting little kisses and darting her tongue over
his smooth flesh. When she came to his curly pubic hairs, he told her
he liked to have his balls licked and sucked.
The heady scent of his maleness had made her lightheaded with lust. He
raised his knees and parted them, giving her easy access to his
wrinkled scrotum. There weren't even many hairs on his sac. She began
to lick lasciviously, coating the bag containing his sperm-laden nuts
with saliva. She then sucked a testicle into her mouth, enjoying the
sensation and the soft little groans drifting down from above.
The thick base of his cock flattened her nose; the hard, hot shaft
pressed against her forehead. She pushed the ball out of her mouth with
her tongue, then sucked the other one in. She soon tired of the ball-
sucking, though, and licked up along the underside of the thrusting,
throbbing prick.
Just as Stacy opened her mouth wide and engulfed the big knob, she
heard Betty say, "We thought you might like some company folks!"
Leaving the cockhead in her mouth, Stacy rolled her eyes up and saw Max
standing beside Betty. His big cock was thrusting stiffly. Ted hunched
upward, driving his prick deeper into Stacy's mouth, and she began
sucking up and down on almost the entire length of the rigid rod.
Betty straddled Ted's head, facing Stacy, and lowered her cunt down
over Ted's face. She balanced on one hand and arm, told Ted to bite her
if she tried to smother him, and began fondling one of Stacy's hanging
breasts with her other hand.
Stacy heard Max say he was in the mood to do some fucking, then he told
her if she didn't want to be pronged to say so or forever hold her
peace. She wasn't about to tell him she didn't want to be fucked, and
she didn't want to stop sucking Ted's delightful dick long enough to
speak.
She felt Max get down behind g her uplifted buttocks. He caressed her
ass with his fingers, then began kissing and licking the firm flesh.
She wanted him to tongue her asshole, but she soon forgot her slight
disappointment when he put his hands on her hips and slipped his stiff
shaft into her gaping gash.
Stacy sucked faster, and took Ted's cock deep into her throat on each
downward movement when Max started fucking her. His cock wasn't as big
around as Ted's tool, but it was longer, and as soon as she'd adjusted
to the extra couple of inches she hunched along with his steady
thrusts. She soon sensed Ted was about to come, sucked more greedily,
and braced herself for the deluge, hoping Max's pistoning cock would
explode in her snapping pussy at the same time.
It didn't work out as Stacy had hoped. Ted didn't even shoot off in her
mouth. Betty stopped fondling Stacy's titties, and lifted her cunt from
Ted's face. She then told Stacy to stop sucking before Ted popped his
nuts.
"I think it's time you enjoyed a double-fuck, honey! I'm sure Max and
Ted are willing to give you that kind of thrilling pleasure!"
Stacy stopped sucking and lifted her mouth from Ted's throbbing prick
when Max stopped fucking and pulled his hard cock from her palpitating
cunt. She said she wasn't sure she wanted to try a double-fuck.
"I've never even been corn-holed, Betty! As you already knew, and ..."
Stacy let her words trail off as she felt Max place the blunt end of
his wet cock against her anal opening. She had thought about giving
ass-fucking a try, she was curious as to how it'd feel, and she could
take anything anybody else could take.
Betty had swung up and away. Ted scooted out from under Stacy and told
her to lean over and rest most of her weight on her forearms. Stacy
followed the instructions, hot and excited, but feeling very vulnerable
with her ass hiked so high in the air.
Max gripped her hips more tightly. He told her to try and flax. She
thought that was an impossibility. She felt his slippery cockhead
pushing, pushing, and her resisting asshole stretching. She
concentrated on relaxing her anal muscles, gritting her teeth, telling
herself she wouldn't cry out, no matter what. And she didn't. She just
groaned when the big knob popped past the tight ring.
Leaving the crown lodged just inside Stacy's asshole, Max again told
her to try and relax. She almost told him to stop, to take his
torturing tool out of her aching ass. Since she'd gone so far as to let
him get his swollen glans in, though, she hated to chicken out.
Max began pushing, slowly plowing his big cock into Stacy's tight
tunnel inch by inch by inch. There was a great deal of pain at first,
but not really as much as she'd expected. She felt uncomfortably
stuffed, too, but by the time his prick was balls deep there was
nothing except a truly delightful feeling of pleasure.
Leaving his long cock buried to the hilt, Max told Stacy her worries
were over. "You're home free now, baby, and from here on out there'll
be nothing except pleasure for both of us."
Max slowly pulled his cock out of Stacy's clinging asshole until only
the crown remained embedded, then just as slowly pushed all the way in
again. He repeated the slow process again and again, told Stacy she was
doing just fine, and leaned over her back and shoulders and nipped at
the back of her neck with his lips.
By then Stacy was really enjoying the ass-fucking. All the pain and
discomfort had disappeared, as if by magic. She began to move with him,
urging him on to a faster pace with her hunching, clamping down on the
hard shaft as the glans penetrated her churning bowels.
All too soon Max stopped his thrusts, left his pulsing prick buried
balls deep, and said they'd better get on with the double-fuck before
it was too late for him. He then told Stacy to move with him, and she
did when he twisted them over on their sides. He surprised Stacy by
rolling on over on his back, taking her with him, his big cock still
jammed deep into her quivering rectum when she was on top.
Ted was right there, dropping to his knees, snuggling in with his
thrusting cock aimed at her cunt. He did the guiding himself, pushing
his prick into her pussy with one quick movement. Good God, she
thought. She actually had a throbbing cock in each hole! And it felt
gloriously wonderful!
Max and Ted rolled over on their sides with Stacy sandwiched between
them, their cocks buried deep. Ted pulled his prick out until only
about half of it remained embedded in Stacy's clinging cunt, then told
her to do the moving. She Obeyed, lurching forward to take all of his
stiff rod, then thrusting backward and driving Max's cock deep into her
bowels again.
Stacy fucked herself on the two cocks in that manner for a couple of
minutes. It was incredible to her how wildly pleasurable having a cock
in her cunt and another in her asshole proved to be. In her delirium of
lust, she wanted the wondrous sensations to go on forever.
Ma suddenly began pumping his cock deep into her churning bowels with
rapid jabs. Ted started thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt, and
Stacy started her mad dash toward a climax. She had the thought that in
a way Max and Ted were actually fucking each other. Because the two
plunging pricks were stroking each other through the thin membrane
separating her vaginal and anal canals.
Just as Stacy melted into an orgasm so intense she couldn't keep from
crying out, Max and Ted ejaculated. Her entire body convulsed
ecstatically as the jets of hot jism spurted simultaneously into the
heated depths of her snapping cunt and clasping asshole.
As Max and Ted withdrew from her and got ups Stacy remained on the
blanket, little tremors still rippling throughout her body. The sex
she'd had earlier, along with the hot sun, the water, and the totally
satisfying double-fuck, combined to make her drowsy. She closed her
eyes, glad when she was left alone.
Chapter 10
"Hey, sleepy-head! Are you going to sleep all day!"
Stacy opened her eyes. She'd rolled over on her back, and Betty was
looking down at her, smiling brightly. She sat up, rubbing her eyes,
remembering the fantastic double-fuck, wondering how long she'd been
asleep. She put the question to Betty.
"Maybe a half an hour, honey. I woke you up because I didn't think
you'd want to miss all the fun. Virginia and Jane admitted to fucking
their horses, and they're getting ready to put on an exhibition now. I
didn't tell about us fucking Pee-wee. I think I'd like to keep our
secret. For the time being, anyhow."
Betty had hurried away, tossing the last few words back over her
shoulder. Stacy watched the lovely, jiggling ass while getting to her
feet. She felt semen oozing out of her cunt and out of her asshole. She
was glad her tail didn't feel sore. Maybe she was a natural for
sodomizing, too, she thought, hurrying across the hot sand to the cool
water.
They'd led one of the hones--Jane's stallion, Stacy saw--out into the
lake. Max was holding the bridle reins. The horse's cock was hard, with
the end of the long shaft poking down into the water. Jane and Virginia
were washing it, dipping their hands into the water again and again,
rubbing along the entire length of the big prick. The rest were
standing around in the knee-deep water, watching.
Stacy waded out until the water was up to her titties, keeping well
away from the action, wondering how the fucking was going to be done.
She washed her face, then put her hands under the water and washed down
below. She probed both holes with a finger, wanting to get clean,
feeling renewed passion in the process.
She was glad Betty wanted to keep it a secret about Pee-wee. She was
far from being proud of her action with the animal. She didn't want to
take a turn with Jane's horse, either. There were four human cocks
right there handy, and it'd be bad enough if word got around at school
about what she'd already done--and intended to do.
Feeling clean and refreshed, as well as sexy-hot, Stacy moved into more
shallow water, then waded over and stood near the onlookers. Jane and
Virginia had finished washing the big horse cock. It wasn't all that
much bigger than Pee-wee's tool. Virginia, with Jane putting in a word
now and then, was telling how they fucked themselves with the horse
cocks at home.
They used a bench at times, when they were in a hurry, and often
constructed a bed out of hay, covering the stack with something to keep
their bodies from being scratched. At this point, Betty caught Stacy's
eye and winked. Stacy was glad nobody seemed to notice the blush she
felt spreading over her face.
There was a brief debate about how they were going to do it then.
Virginia had volunteered to be first, and Evelyn had said she wanted to
try it after she'd seen it could really be done. Max said he could get
on his hands and knees and let Virginia, and any other volunteers, use
his back as a bed.
Betty suggested they try staying right there in the water, with a
couple of the fellows holding Virginia while she floated on her back.
Jane had been playing with the horse's big balls to keep his cock
erect. She said Betty had a great idea, and Phil agreed.
They experimented by Max leading the horse into various depths of
water. They stopped when the end of the long cock was about an inch
above the surface of the calm water. Virginia got on her back and
floated until her cunt was in the right position. Al and Phil held her
steady by each grabbing an asscheek and putting a hand under her back.
Saying the lake water might make the penetration difficult, Betty
ducked down under the horse and got between Virginia's legs. She pushed
the big cock aside and licked Virginia's puffy cuntal lips. Virginia
laughed and said she wanted to be fucked not sucked. Betty jabbed her
tongue into her snatch a few times, then got back out of the way.
Virginia grasped the giant cock with both hands, about twelve inches
from the blunt end, and placed the knob at the entrance to her pussy.
She lurched upward and all of eight inches of the shaft disappeared
into her cunt. She began hunching, with help from the two boys, and the
water splashed each time her rotating ass slapped back down.
Stacy saw that all of the cocks were erect. Within thirty seconds
Virginia announced she was coming and started moving wildly. Her
wriggling ass really churned the water, causing rippling waves to
spread out and Stacy felt the water lapping at her lower thighs. When
Virginia stopped climaxing, Al and Phil released her. She turned over
on her side and paddled from underneath the horse and his cock.
Jane said there was time for at least one more good fuck before the
horse shot off. Evelyn excitedly said she wanted to take a turn. While
Al and Phil were helping the redhead get into position, Max asked Ted
to hold the horse's head down, adding he'd hate to see one of the girls
get pronged if the horse was allowed to lift his front feet up and
really fuck.
"That giant tool would tickle an Adam's apple all the way from the
pussy," Ted said, chuckling and taking the reins.
- Betty got under and licked the drops of water from Evelyn's cuntal
lips, then probed for a short time with her tongue. Max, his big cock
thrusting, and swaying slightly, waded over to Stacy. He said it was
past time for him to really sample her pussy. He dropped to his knees,
reached around and grabbed an asscheek in each hand, licked, then
snaked his tongue into her cunt. She lurched forward.
Evelyn had taken inches of the horse cock into her cunt, holding onto
the hard shaft as Virginia had done. Al and Phil helped her thrust, as
they had Virginia, and Betty dropped down and began sucking Ted's stiff
prick. Max gave Stacy's erect clit a few laps with his tongue, pulled
away, and stood up.
"I'll get around to some more of that a little later, baby. Right now I
want to fuck that sweet cunt."
Max mashed his mouth to Stacy's, and she returned the passionate,
tongue-probing kiss. She felt his rigid prick poking into her belly.
She slipped one hand down and began caressing the hard, smooth flesh
and muscle. He broke the feverish kiss and told her he'd fuck her while
standing up.
She wanted to suck his cock, but she was sure she'd have a chance to
perform that intimate oral act later. He was already grasping her
buttocks. He told her to give a little leap when he lifted. She
understood, even though she'd never fucked in that fashion before. She
had pictures of couples making it while the man was standing upright.
She made herself as little as possible, and did give a little leap when
Max lifted. He swung her out and over his jutting cock, and she
scissored her legs high on his narrow waist. She locked her ankles
behind his back and clasped her hands behind his neck. He used one hand
to place his prick right on target. When she felt the cockhead centered
on her cunt, she loosened the grip she'd taken with her legs, and
lowered until his prick was deep in her pussy.
Max waded out into deeper water, stopped when her ass could float. He
moved one hand up between their bodies and cupped a hard-tipped breast.
She removed her fingers from behind his neck and leaned her upper body
back into the water. He hadn't moved his cock in her cunt. She clamped
down with her inner muscles. He stopped squeezing her tit and slipped
his hand back down to her asscheek. Holding onto her buttocks, he began
making short jabs with his prick. She moved with him, thrilling to the
fucking and to the way the water slapped at her asshole.
Max began pulling his long cock out until only the crown remained in
Stacy's clasping cunt, then slamming all the way in again. The
sensation was wonderful for Stacy. There was such a tight fit, the
water couldn't get inside. The inner heat, contrasting with the cool
water on the outside, gave her a special thrill.
She'd meant to take it easy and just coast along, letting her passion
build until she was on the very verge of orgasm and holding it there.
Balanced right on the brink was an exquisite state to be in. In its
way, it was almost as much fun as climaxing. She'd discovered that
anticipation was nine-tenths of sexual pleasure, anyhow, and being on
the very edge of a come without actually coming was wonderful beyond
belief.
Stacy looked over and saw Betty taking a turn with the big horse cock.
Max also looked, and quickened his short thrusts when Betty began to
hunch faster. The horse's prick exploded, sending sperm squirting out
around Betty's clinging cunt lips. Something about the sight, along
with her memory of Pee-wee shooting into her own cunt, and the fact Max
was pronging her faster, sent Stacy shuddering into an orgasm.
She lifted her upper body and clung to Max's neck, mashing her tingling
titties against his chest, then hunched wildly as he glued his mouth to
hers. He jabbed his slippery tongue into her mouth in the same tempo he
was pronging her spasming pussy. She snapped with her inner cunt
muscles, eager to feel the jism spurt and flood her twat.
Max moved one hand over, cupped the crack of her humping ass, and
shoved a finger into her asshole. She felt some cool water go in with
the diddling digit. The finger fucking her asshole, added to the
pumping prick and the darting tongue, caused Stacy to have an entire
series of shattering orgasms.
When Stacy finally sagged limply, pulling her mouth from Max's and
resting her chin on his shoulder, she could feel the water still
churning from her wild movements. She could also feel his cock, still
buried deep, and still rock hard. He withdrew his finger from her
twitching asshole, and she pulled her face back and met his passion-
filmed eyes.
"I held back," he said, grinning. "With a great deal of effort! I
thought you might like to suck me off."
Stacy was hungrier for food than she was for cock at the moment, but
she didn't hesitate. When Max lifted her from his jutting cock, and
stepped back a few feet, she followed and dropped to her knees. His big
prick was just above the surface of the water. Her chin already
submerged, along with the rest of her body, Stacy took the big knob,
which was glistening with her cunt fluids, into her mouth and ducked
down until only her nose cleared the water.
She kept a tight grip with her lips to prevent the water from entering,
as she sucked and twirled her tongue around and around the swollen
glans. She grasped the base of the thrusting tool with one hand, and
fondled his heavy testicles with her other.
Lifting her mouth and the cockhead clear of the water, she began taking
more of the wet, rigid rod into her mouth. She moved her hand out of
the way and soon she was letting the crown hit the back of her mouth
and penetrate her throat. She sucked along just about the entire length
of the delightful cock, careful not to scrape with her teeth, his wet
pubic hairs tickling her nose.
She impulsively pushed the hand squeezing his big balls between his
legs and ran a finger up through the crack of his ass. He put a hand on
her head and ran his fingers through her wet hair. She poked around,
found the puckered opening, and inserted her middle finger.
Stacy heard Max gasp, and he shoved his cock so far into her throat she
had to back off. He told her he was sorry and hoped he hadn't hurt her
being so rough. He hadn't done any harm, but she didn't bother to stop
sucking his cock to tell him so.
He didn't protest about her having her finger in his asshole, so she
began finger-fucking him in the manner she'd enjoyed so much. His cock
jerked and jolted within just a few seconds, spraying streams of hot
semen. She kept right on sucking, keeping his throbbing cock buried
deep, letting the jism shoot directly down her throat.
When it stopped spurting and started to go soft, she sucked the head
until she'd drained the last drop. Only when Max removed his fingers
from her hair, and she let his limber organ slip from her mouth, did
she realize that in her mind, in her imagination, she'd been sucking on
her father's big beautiful cock.
The horse, his cock withdrawing into its sheath, was being led back
toward the beach. The kids were following, and Stacy heard one of the
boys say he was hunger as hell. She washed her hands before standing,
smiled when Max chuckled and said he was starving for some solid food,
then took his offered hand and waded with him to the beach.
They all stood around in the sun until their bodies were dry. Stacy saw
all the cocks were soft, so she assumed they'd ejaculated while being
stimulated in one way or another. She also saw Jane and Virginia
glancing at her body with gleaming eyes. She knew there'd be sex with
both lovely girls before the day was over, and she started looking
forward to it.
The sun was so hot, it didn't take long for them to dry. There was some
talk, having to do with using Virginia's horse after they'd eaten, and
Al asked Stacy if she was having a good time. She assured him she was,
and he told her she was the only girl who hadn't given the horse cock a
try. She said she just might make it unanimous after she'd eaten and
rested. Betty overheard, smiled and said she was sure Stacy would enjoy
bouncing on the end of a stiff horse cock. Stacy managed a smile when
she became the center of attention, and said she was positive she'd
enjoy just about anything any other female did.
They spread out more blankets in the shade and passed the sandwiches
around. There were a few cans of beer left, very warm, but Stacy shared
a can with Phil to help wash down the food. The fellows got the whiskey
out and passed the bottles around. Stacy took a few drinks, mostly to
be a good sport, but she liked the warm glow it caused in her stomach.
It also made her feel a little lightheaded and very carefree.
About fifteen minutes after they'd finished eating, Betty announced
that since they weren't really going swimming it'd be all right to go
back into the water. Ted said he'd get Virginia's horse, and within
seconds everybody had left except Jane and Virginia--and Stacy.
Stacy had gotten to her feet. She sat back down when the two girls
smiled at her and she realized the three of them had been left together
purposely. She'd had sex with all the rest, and words didn't have to be
spoken for her to know there'd been some simple planning. She was glad.
She'd been eager to prove she was just as uninhibited as the other
girls by fucking herself with a big horse cock, but there'd be plenty
of time for that later.
Jane and Virginia walked on their hands and knees to Stacy, one on each
side, and she lowered her back and head to the blanket. The two girls
swarmed all over Stacy. Each one started sucking on a thrusting tit,
each nipple jumped to attention immediately, and as the hands roamed
all over her body, Stacy also did some grabbing and caressing with her
fingers.
Stacy fondled Jane's big titties, and Virginia's smaller mounds. She
didn't know which girl probed her cunt with a finger first, but
Virginia was the first to kiss her on the mouth. She returned the
tongue-probing kiss just as passionately as it was given. She was
hunching along with a second probing finger when Virginia made way for
Jane to do some mouth-kissing. She enjoyed Jane's tongue-lashing kiss
just as much, and thrilled to the touch of Virginia's tongue when it
replaced the finger that'd been flicking her stiffened clit.
Shortly after Virginia started going down on Stacy, Jane returned to
Stacy's throbbing breasts. Until Stacy tugged insistently and managed
to get a goodly portion of one of Jane's big, hard-tipped mounds into
her sticking mouth. Virginia didn't lap and suck Stacy's elongated
clitoris long enough to make her come. She pulled her mouth and tongue
from Stacy's steaming twat and licked her way back up along Stacy's
squirming body. Jane pulled her tit from Stacy's greedy mouth and met
Virginia near Stacy's belly button.
They kissed, then took turns jabbing their tongues into the shallow
navel. Stacy arched her back demandingly. Virginia crawled up and gave
Stacy a stiffly spiked breast to suck; Jane went on down and began
kissing and licking Stacy's inner thighs.
When Jane began licking Stacy's cuntal lips, Virginia pulled her tit
from Stacy's mouth and moved until she was straddling Stacy's head.
Stacy grabbed Virginia's buttocks and pulled the dark, fur-lined cunt
to her mouth. Just as Jane slithered her tongue into Stacy's cunt,
Stacy snaked her tongue into Virginia's hot, wet, fluttering vagina.
Jane's lapping tongue went to Stacy's passion-button, then her lips
clamped around the sensitive organ. Stacy stopped swabbing the walls of
Virginia's cunt and went to the erect clit. She tongued the hard nub,
then got her lips in on the action. Stacy soon spawned under Jane's
lavish oral attentions, and seconds later Virginia climaxed. Stacy
swallowed Virginia's salty-sweet secretions just as greedily as she
could feel Jane swallowing hers.
Virginia and Jane quickly switched around. Stacy went at Jane's
succulent snatch just as hungrily as she'd gone at Virginia's, and as
hungrily as Virginia was going at hers. Jane spawned seconds after
Stacy made contact with her blood-engorged clitoris. Stacy swallowed
the salty-sweet fluids with gusto.
It took longer for Stacy to come. While Virginia labored furiously,
Jane lifted her wet pussy from Stacy's mouth and got in a position
where she and Stacy could kiss and lash their tongues together. After
Stacy did have an intense orgasm under Virginia's expert lapping and
sucking, the three of them rested for a few minutes. They each took a
drink of whiskey to help with the recovery, then went out into the
lake.
Max and Ted were holding the horse's head down, and Al and Phil were
helping Betty and Evelyn take turns bouncing on the end of the long,
thick cock. Betty was fucking when Stacy, Jane and Virginia got there.
Betty stopped her rhythmic thrusts when she heard Evelyn ask Stacy if
she was ready to give horse-fucking a try.
"We have him well-primed for you," Betty said. "We'll let you have his
load, won't we, Evelyn?"
"Sure! There are seven more horses the fellows can help us break in for
fucking!"
There was general laughter and Stacy joined in. Al and Phil removed
their hands from Betty's body, she slipped off the glistening cock,
then got out of the way. Stacy got on her back and floated while Al and
Phil helped her get into position for the penetration. She knew if she
hadn't already fucked Pee-wee she would've been very apprehensive about
taking the big cock. Not that it we much bigger around than the smaller
pony's prick.
She grabbed the hot, hard cock and guided it to her wet pussy lips.
When Stacy had the blunt end centered on target, Al and Phil lifted her
ass. It was a tight fit, but her cunt stretched easily enough to admit
the hard, slippery cockhead and about six inches of the thick shaft.
The sensation was great, as Stacy had known it would be, and the
novelty of the situation added to her pleasure. When she lowered,
leaving just the hard crown embedded in her quivering cunt, the fingers
clasping her buttocks helped her thrust upward again. Her ass slapped
the water and submerged on each downward movement.
Stacy fucked rhythmically, with the help of the two boys, and soon
sensed the big horse cock was about to ejaculate. She began to thrust
faster, really making the water splash, driving the cock deep and also
making contact with her clit in an attempt to have a simultaneous
climax.
She didn't make it when the big cock exploded, however. She'd already
had so many orgasms she simply wasn't capable of having another at the
moment. There was still great pleasure in just feeling the big load of
hot sperm shooting, flooding, and overflowing her clinging cunt.
Stacy wasn't exactly left hanging, as she'd already had enough sex to
prevent that, but she was glad the way things worked out as they did
after she'd dipped into the water and cleaned herself. Max said he'd go
exchange horses, and Phil said somebody else would have to help the
girl being fucked, as he and Al had other plans.
"We thought you might give us a turn," Al told Stacy.
Understanding Al and Phil wanted to give her a double-fuck, and excited
by the fact, Stacy started wading toward the beach. They followed close
behind, then caught up with her in ankle-deep water. Both cocks were
thrusting stiffly.
They went directly to the shade and the blankets without waiting for
the sun to dry their bodies. Al was the first to drop to a blanket, on
his back, with his hard cock jutting, so Stacy got down and mounted
him. Phil dropped down behind her and said he'd use saliva for a
lubricant.
Stacy soon found saliva worked about as good as cunt juice. There was
some pain as Phil inserted his cock in her asshole, but she willingly
suffered a little for the pleasure she knew would soon follow.
When the three of them rolled over onto their sides, the young men
began fucking her, both at once, and Stacy found it difficult to
believe how marvelous it felt to have two throbbing cocks moving inside
her at the same time.
It'd already been a day to remember, she thought happily--and the sun
was still high in the sky!
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 I
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." I
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!"
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
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