Frank Harper - Animal farm

The two women had pulled away from each other and were getting on their backs. It didn't seem to Stacy that they'd climaxed while grinding their cunts together. She wondered if Betty had ever done that, or used her mouth and tongue on another female, but she was afraid to ask. Betty might think that she was hinting that she'd like to assume what she'd read was, called the passive role in lesbianism, and she didn't want to fool around with the gay stuff. She might get hooked, as some females did, and she didn't want to take any chances on anything like that happening. Not until she'd at least had sex with a male, anyhow!

It turned out that Betty was wrong. They didn't start fucking right away. The men went down on the women, switching back and forth a couple of times, as the women fondled each other's titties. Stacy could tell that the women weren't climaxing and it looked as if the men were just kind of teasing them, getting them hot and ready for the cocks that looked bigger all the time.

Finally, the men did mount the women, the second man taking the first woman, the first man Stacy and Betty had seen getting between the other woman's parted legs. The women put their hands down and did the guiding. Both men pushed in balls deep, held there for a few seconds, then pulled their stiff shafts out until only the knobs were embedded. Both women lurched upward to capture all of the rigid rods and the men shoved all the way in again, slamming the women's asses back down upon the mattress.

Stacy had daydreamed many times about being fucked, and about others fucking, and she thought a little wildly that at least one of her fantasies was coming true. It was just as exciting as she'd thought it'd be. It was beautiful, really, the rhythmical way each couple moved together. She had all kinds of still pictures, but they paled greatly when compared to actually witnessing sexual intercourse-fucking.

Again the men switched back and forth from woman to woman, fucking for only a minute or two each time before they shifted, and Stacy didn't really pay enough attention to that part of the erotic scene to know how many times a shift was made. It was enough just to see the glistening cocks from time to time, imagining how it'd feel to have one shoved into her steaming snatch each time there was a change of partners – and then wondering how it'd feel to have a prick pistoning in her palpitating pussy.

Because a few times she seemed to be right on the brink of a blissful orgasm. But she'd close her eyes and grip the window sill until her knuckles ached and somehow keep from spasming. She was afraid that she'd moan or cry out and she didn't want Betty to know that she was so passionate. That pretty girl seemed surprisingly calm and cool and Stacy knew that it'd be very embarrassing to lose control of herself.

Besides, she thought a few times, it wasn't the first time she'd been as hot as a firecracker and couldn't or didn't do anything about it. Sometimes she could get almost as sexy-hot while sitting in a classroom and having erotic daydreams and the wildest fantasies possible.

"They're long-lasting studs," Betty said after about ten minutes had passed. "That's nothing unusual, though. The swapping husbands are a sophisticated bunch, of course, and I guess it takes something really extra to make them shoot off fast like a teen-ager. Come to think of it, I know quite a few boys able to last and last! They're going to try something else now."

Stacy hadn't taken her eyes from the fucking couples. The men pulled their cocks out and walked on their hands and knees until each glistening prick was poking directly at a waiting female mouth. The two women licked their own cunt juices from the cocks and then the men lowered enough to be sucked. The sucking didn't go on very long. The men got out of the way and the women got into what Stacy had heard called the sixty-nine position.

While the women were going down on each other, the men got down behind them, each tonguing an asshole. That went on for a few minutes, then the men pulled away, turned around, and each began to rub the end of his hard cock through the crack of a female ass.

"You just might see some ass-fucking, Stacy!"

Glancing at Betty, Stacy wondered if the wanton young girl had ever taken a cock up her rectum. Why certainly! There wasn't even any need to ask. There probably wasn't much of anything that Betty hadn't done where sex was concerned. Did she really want to become as free-wheeling as Betty? Betty seemed to be happy enough, that was for sure, but losing one's virginity didn't mean that one had to become as wantonly promiscuous as Betty so obviously was. Not, Stacy quickly told herself, that she'd definitely made up her mind to go on a double date with Betty. Besides, if she didn't really like the date a lot she wouldn't even consider letting him be first to – to fuck her.

Stacy felt a shudder ripple throughout her entire body and it didn't have much to do with the exciting erotic scene she was observing with staring eyes. It had to do with her basic reluctance, and fear, of having sexual intercourse. She'd have to stop being so wishy-washy. One moment she had her mind made up to go all-out and let some boy fuck her, the next moment she was frightened and making excuses…

"They just did that to make their cocks slippery, Stacy. With their tools coated with cunt juice they don't have to take time to go get Vaseline or some other lubricant. Saliva works okay, too, of course!"

The women had stopped eating each other and the men had shoved their pricks into the pussies from the rear. They'd only made a few thrusts before withdrawing, however, and their cocks were wetly glistening. Each man placed the blunt end of his thrusting cock against a puckered anal opening and the bed was situated in such a way that Stacy could see each big knob pop past a tight elastic ring.

Stacy mentally flinched in sympathy with the two women. She could see the expressions of pain on their faces, and she'd experimented enough with herself to know that the swollen glans lodged in the assholes just about had to hurt. In her excitement while masturbating she'd often gotten carried away with passion and shoved a finger up her own ass. She'd read that the entire anal region was considered to be an erogenous zone and it was certainly true with her.

But a finger wasn't like a big hard cock! She'd gotten used to her finger, or her asshole had, and it felt good when she occasionally finger-fucked herself there while stimulating her cunt and clit, but she didn't think she'd want to try anything bigger than her finger. Many women liked to be sodomized, though – as did some men – and the pained expressions on each woman's face was turning into one of bliss.

Both cocks had slowly disappeared and the men had started slow and steady in and almost out thrusts. They were pumping in the same tempo, seemingly on purpose, and the women were hunching along with the pistoning pricks. Then the women resumed the intimate oral act that'd been interrupted, really burrowing their faces into each other's crotches, and the four moved in unison for two or three minutes.

Suddenly one man began to pump erratically, his firm-looking buttocks moving in short jerks instead of in the smooth rhythm that Stacy had found so fascinating. The jerky motions made her even more excited. Because she knew that his sperm was shooting out of his cock into the woman's asshole. Or into her bowels.

The other man began pounding his prick into the other woman's rectum in the same jerky manner. Both women lurched spasmodically, seemingly trying to eat each other alive, and after a few seconds the four collapsed and were still.

"I'm ready to go if you are, Stacy. I'm so fucking sexy-hot I can't take it any longer without flipping right out of my skull!"

"I'm ready," Stacy said, backing away from the window. "I'm not exactly cool, you know!"