ANIMAL FARM
Foreword
For every young person there comes a time when he must confront new ideas and
lifestyles and adapt them to the teachings of his childhood. The young man enlisting in
the Army and meeting people of varied economic backgrounds from all parts of the
country; the girl going off to college for the first time; teenagers breaking away from
their circle of parentally chosen friends to meet people on their own – all must face
different and sometimes shocking ideas, and dealing with them is part of what makes
an adult.
ANIMAL FARM is about one young girl’s reaction to her introduction to sex and all its
varied forms. Stacy Morgan becomes a woman, and in the process discovers some
shocking things about many of her friends and even her parents. But at the same time,
she learns what growing to adulthood means, and the kinds of problems one must
overcome.
This is the story of a girl who learns about individual responsibility, who learns the
necessity of developing her own moral code rather than blindly accepting that of the
community. It holds a lesson we would all do well to learn.
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 teenager.
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!”