Frank Harper - Animal farm

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Stacy?"

"It was great," Stacy said, meeting Betty's dark, smoldering eyes. "I'm happy to report I'd prefer a cock, though."

"Me, too," Betty said. "And there's one waiting out in the barn!"

"I was thinking of a human cock," Stacy said. She smiled. "However, since I've tried just about everything else, I might as well go sample Pee-wee's big prick!"

They decided they wouldn't get dressed. Betty went upstairs and got two bathrobes for them to slip on while making the short trip to the small barn. Stacy left her clothes in the house, sure she'd be ready to go home before Betty's parents returned from the swapping party.

They took the robes off as soon as they were inside the barn with the light on and the door closed. Betty said she'd washed Pee-wee's cock late that afternoon. She then went on to say she would've ripped off a piece then if she hadn't been afraid of getting caught by her mother or father.

"I'm glad you're taking it so well about seeing your folks with the swappers, Stacy. I know it was a shock seeing them fucking and sucking."

"It really isn't any of my business how they live," Stacy said. "I'm not sure I liked the crazy thoughts that popped into my mind when I saw my father's big cock, though."

Betty climbed into the loft and began pitching hay down. She leaned on the pitchfork handle now and then, though, and talked while resting. She told Stacy she didn't think incest would be all that bad. She felt it was just another rule many people broke without any harmful effects. There was an old saying about how the thought was the same as the deed and if it were true she'd already tasted the forbidden fruit.

"Meaning, you aren't alone in having incestuous thoughts, Stacy. I know I'd like to make it with my father and I imagine if the truth were known he'd like to have sex with me."

Watching as Betty came down the ladder, Stacy said she thought she'd draw the line when it came to incest. She wasn't sure she was telling the truth, though.

"I'd like to make it with your father," Betty said. "And with your mother."

"Maybe it could be arranged, Betty. I don't think either one of them would turn you down if you just came right out and told them what you wanted."

"You can never be sure how people are going to react to anything," Betty said. "It's especially true where parents and their children are concerned. I'm afraid if I tried to put the make on either your father or your mother they might try and keep you from seeing me."

"Maybe so," Stacy said, deciding she wasn't ready to let her parents know she knew about the swapping. Or the gay stuff where her mother was concerned. They might be embarrassed enough to want to send her away to a private boarding school.

Betty left Pee-wee in his stall and started using the fresh hay to construct a makeshift bed under him. Stacy helped, still not sure she was really going to have anything to do with the pony's prick.

After the hay was stacked high enough, and the blanket was spread over it to prevent scratching, Betty began playing with the pony's big balls. The cock slowly slipped out of its sheath. Stacy was standing nearby. Betty told her to touch the prick. Stacy did. The hard flesh and muscle felt hot and silky-smooth.

"Do you want to try it, Stacy?"

"No. Not now, anyhow. You go ahead."

Betty got into position on her back, her knees lifted and spread wide. She grasped the long cock with both hands, about ten inches from the blunt end. She wriggled her ass, seemingly to get more comfortable, and guided the knob between her cuntal lips. She hunched upward, taking three or four more inches, then settled her buttocks down until only the head was embedded. She repeated the thrusting motion a few times, then stopped, leaving only the head buried again.

"I know you're as hot as a furnace from just watching, Stacy, so why don't you get where I can eat you while I'm getting my jollies?"

Stacy was willing and eager to be tongued, but she didn't know just how to go about getting into position for Betty to perform cunnilingus. She told Betty and Betty laughed and told her to use her imagination. Stacy hesitated, then ducked down under the pony and got on the makeshift bed by straddling Betty.

Facing the long cock, and Betty's penetrated pussy, Stacy lowered her own cunt down over Betty's face. Betty took her hands from the cock, moved them around until she was clasping Stacy's buttocks, then told Stacy to hold the pony's prick steady with her hands.

Betty's words were muffled, her breath warm against Stacy's gaping gash. Stacy followed the instructions as Betty tugged with her hands and probed with her slippery tongue. Holding onto the hard, hot, smooth shaft with both hands, thrilling to the hot tongue jabbing into her pulsing pussy, Stacy's passion soared.

The pony's cock wasn't all that much bigger in diameter than some human cocks, Stacy thought. Her father's had looked to be almost as big around. Betty's cunt was taking the thickness easily enough, and Stacy was sure her cunt could too.

Realizing she'd made up her wind to take on the animal's cock, or a goodly portion of it, Stacy was suddenly eager to get on with the fucking. The tongue darting around in her cunt felt great, and it was exciting to watch Betty fucking herself on at least eight inches of the pony's thick shaft, but she remembered how wonderful it'd felt when she'd been fucked by Al and by Phil. If the pleasure increased in accordance with the size, then Betty was really having herself a wonderful time!

Stacy could tell when Betty got close to a climax. The pretty girl hunched and wriggled faster, took a little more of the big cock, and lapped Stacy's cunt in a faster tempo. Stacy knew she could come right away, but she held back. She wanted to be fiery-hot when she took on the pony's prick.

As soon as Betty stopped fucking, and Stacy saw that Pee-wee hadn't ejaculated, Stacy let go of the hard organ and lifted her own steaming cunt from Betty's greedy mouth. "I'm ready to give it a try, Betty."

"You'll really love it, honey!"

Stacy swung from Betty and the blanket-covered stack of hay. As soon as Betty moved, Stacy took her place. Betty grabbed the big cock and held it steady while Stacy actually did the guiding. When the hard head of the long cock touched her slippery slit, she pushed upward and the big knob slipped right in. She gasped and just let the hard, hot flesh soak in her quivering gash.

"Put your hands under and hold onto your ass, Stacy. I'll hold the cock steady and it'll be easier for you to fuck and control the depth of the penetration."

Stacy followed Betty's instructions and found the method worked great. By pushing upward with her hands while braced on her elbows, she was soon fucking up and down on five or six inches of the stiff rod. The pleasure was mind bending. Within seconds she was gripped in the throes of a shattering, shuddering orgasm. This was due partly to Betty's very recent tongue-fucking, and partly to the fact the pony's big cock stuffed her cunt so full, and when she was finally still she was happy to hear Betty's words: "Go ahead and take another trip, Stacy. I want you to feel the jism spurting."

Stacy began hunching and wriggling again, still using her hands on her buttocks to do most of the lifting. It'd been so fast the first time she hadn't had time to think. As she fucked up and down on the pony's prick, enjoying the blissful sensation to the utmost, she decided even though she was enjoying herself very much she'd rather be bouncing on a man's stiff cock.

She missed the kissing and the feel of human flesh on hers. Fucking the pony was more like a form of masturbation. And, in a way, so was having sex with Betty. She'd felt a kind of detachment with Betty, as she did with the pony, but with Al and with Phil there'd been a oneness she'd truly enjoyed.