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 glistening 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.
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