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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

1. 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. He 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 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 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 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.

 

 

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!”

 

Name: Kristi after school
Category: First experience, Bestiality

Fucking with a pack lasted for 6 hours and at the end I was just a big wet vagina. Howling from the pain in his hole I crawled out of the kennel on all fours. I was head to toe covered in cum, saliva and her own slime. Of my broken-down holes streams poured seed. My cunt and ass was filled with dog spodenki to the brim. I had a feeling, as if between the legs scored two thick piles , and then pulled out, leaving a horrible feeling of emptiness. It was impossible to sustain and, sitting on the floor in the hallway , I put the right hand fingers her vagina. I thought the lack of content, and I pushed the fingers further along the wet channel and put a hand on his elbow, while propanol fingers into the uterus, and began to furiously Stoke the hand , fingers teasing the hot inner surface of the uterus. All the same, I was little, and I put the second hand in the slippery, squelching hole that just two days ago was a virgin ass of a girl of fourteen. Hand slipped inside easier than in her pussy, encountering no resistance, and I also put her on all possible depth.
I was lying on her side, with his right leg to the ceiling and vibracula their holes with both hands, beating out from them sobachkina semen mixed with moisture from her own orgasms. I was on a complete high because I was so nice fucked and screamed with passion as raping a bitch, not worrying of what I hear. No doubt, I had a lapse of mind after such a brutal ProgRock. I came two more times and slowly pulled my hands out of my liquor, though now it was more like a crater than a neat girlish pussy. I examined myself – the labia were stretched to the sides, swelled and drooped as it happens very honored prostitutes. They framed the hole with a diameter of 4 cm and looking inside I could study its anatomy. Ass had an even more lamentable kind – anus was mangled beyond recognition, incredibly stretched, stretched even more than the vagina, swollen and watery from the abundance of moisture flowing out of him. The sphincter no longer contracted, and only pulsed. I cried and crawled back in the cage for my dress. Dog me did not react, their whore, they were no longer needed. A feeling of complete subordination to them that I became the thing that I have liked. Taking her dress that was lying on the floor in a puddle of spodenki, I unconsciously pulled on his naked body and went out into the corridor. Rising to his feet, I with emotion, I shouted, Fuck me good fuck, I wanna fuck like this every day. And then the hallway entered Petersen, my father’s employee. Imagine the scene that was opened to him – the juvenile daughter of his boss with legs wide apart which streams drain the seed, wet with sperm, tight full of her chest and stuck from the same hair standing in the hallway next to a dog cage and Horny misty eyes looks him in the eye.
No man would not stand for such. He quickly approached me and without a word took one hand on my tit and the other raised the hem of the dress and climbed hand in wet cunt. Please don’t fuck me now, I can’t take any more. Can I be your bitch forever. You will have me as you want, and now I have to blow – and with these words I got down on my bruised knees, undid his fly and pulled out his device. The great thing about it was the size of the eggs, they were the size of my fist, each full to the brim. He grabbed my cum covered head and planted my mouth on his cock, move it into the throat and then he began to pull. Despite recent experience, I nearly choked. He poured me half a liter of your liquid. He took out his cock from my mouth and said I’ll see you tonight, then turned and walked away.
Finally I got back to my room, grabbed the dress and went into the bathroom, and barely having time to sit down in the truest sense of the word crap, because the sphincter is stretched more, nothing held back. I sat on the toilet and began to cry again, but then I thought that I should train muscles of their holes to get back to normal. After a couple hours I got it, the holes took almost a normal appearance, but most importantly, I could now wish to expand and compress them. Then I fell into oblivion, and woke up to the fact that between the legs appeared a familiar feeling scurrying back and forth of another’s flesh. I opened my eyes and saw that I have Peterson. He grinned and said – What a twat, wait for me, do you like my dick. Well I said, utimate me deeply as possible, Mr. Peterson. Your cock just for me, and I’m a little squeezed your cunt to give him greater pleasure. Only this time I noticed that my arms and legs flung out to the sides and tied to the bedposts. Peterson noticed my look and said he likes some unusual sex

Title: Exam
Group: Lesbians, Bestiality Fiction

 

At the Institute we had the Professor in accordance with the arithmetic-a very unpleasant lady! When fully than the young, beautiful, intelligent, but way above us-poor College boy-did not mocked!

In particular, for some reason she took a dislike to me when than with the main point of our acquaintance! In the extreme course, exams, natural she got me down the most disgusting way! And forced to come to her summer peresdat all topics. Of course, I was angry, but it was nothing.

I came in the morning to the Institute, entered her audience – Oksana Dmitrievna in their own daily clothing looked even better than in a serious suit. A small thin skirt revealed tanned legs, tight blouse, which probably is nothing not was focused tight chest and 2 dummy who said that the Professor is excited. Her bright hair fell in a wave on the beautiful shoulders. And I 1st time myself, what a wonderful Oksana Dmitrievna Oka-grayish,as if uncertain languishing…

As long as I examined my own Payne, she went to the door and closed it on Cran. “To no one we never let” on the uniqueness of the friendly tone she said to me. I got books, notes any absurdity, according to which I made and asked if I work? Oksana asked a question: “Want to learn arithmetic?” I was taken aback and asked the question, do I have the selection? She came up to me and looking carefully at the eye, some weird tone of voice gave the answer:”it is true that the selection you have available” In this episode because I felt like she has one hand stroking my Breasts, and the second closely pushed in front of skirt!!!

I questioningly looked at her, and she, as if reading my ideas, said to me:”I like You,Victoria,with the main day, and probably all the time I’m angry at you for something if you don’t mine! I suggest a service in exchange for the service-you’ll be mine
and I set you a good grade in the certificate. Do you agree?”

Maybe be on its place someone another, I would not give consent, but her intoxicated discharge, watery sponge, slightly husky voice closer and my wet swimming trunks – I did not managed to withstand the contrary just this! I put her hand to her own pussy and we realized a friend of a friend in the absence of words…

It is still some time caressing me and later sat due to my own Desk and asked to sit on it. I obedient sat on the table, she pulled me out of swimming trunks, pushed my sandals and I felt her tongue on your own pussy! She licked me, kissing, slipping the tongue inside – I finished straight into her mouth and she licked my juice from my pussy again and again.

Later Oksana has artfully smiled and asked me to lie down on the floor and extensively to share the sandals, I dutifully staged probably, but Oksana went into the back room, instructing me to wait and not to move. I heard she came not 1, but did not see who was near.

Oksana giggled and said,” My friend also wants to caress” I looked up and noticed a large dog! I did not 1 was shoving with a dog, but I did wonder if probably going to happen in this place and probably time! Dog jumped to me and began to lick my watery pussy, because Oksana was on all fours that way. my lips touched her pussy, I started to lick her with the steam room at the time, as her dog licked me.

Later Oksana said me that I got down on all fours, that way as the “it guy wants to have fun”. I took her and the dog jumped me and began to fuck! His cock was tremendous!!!

And he fucked me in the pussy and ass – cumshot in me a number of times, but still was not able to stall! Later Oksana tore it from my ass and the source to extract his cock! Probably because at the time I licked Oksana, forcing to finish it time after time! After this dog was fucking me in the ass again and Oksana immediately with Siim licked my pussy – and so we changed again and again, and that fucked me again and again!

But despite all this now in the certificate I have is “5” for the exam according to the arithmetic! And Oksanochka we face from time to time, perfectly to time.

I will be very happy messages from immoral women and ladies.