Frank Harper - Animal farm

Stacy's father soon said he was ready to do some fucking. Again Betty motioned for Stacy to go first. Stacy wondered if it was only her imagination that made her think he'd rolled over to take her even before she tugged at him. Maybe instinct had made him know she wanted to be fucked by him even more than Betty did.

When he was between her eagerly parted legs, he let her do the guiding. As soon as her hand was out of the way, he plunged all the way in. She gave a little gasp and wrapped her legs around his slender waist. Ankles locked behind his back, she began rotating her ass and hunching along with his masterful thrusts. He remained braced on his hands and arms. Again she had to fight the urge to rip the blindfold from his eyes.

He lowered, flattened her hard-nippled mounds against his chest, buried his face beside hers, and slipped his hands down to her hips. Matching him thrust for thrust, rapidly building toward still another orgasm, she thought, surely her father couldn't be angry after they'd shared such ecstatic happiness. She was going to have him again and again and again, though, no matter what! She just had to!

Stacy's father pumped her through a spasmodic climax, then withdrew his stiff prick, and got over between Betty's eagerly parted legs. Stacy lifted and watched Betty do the guiding. Again Stacy was glad she didn't feel any jealousy. She'd even share her handsome stud of a father with her beautiful, hot-ass mother without being jealous!

Looking in the mirror in the ceiling over the bed, watching her father's humping ass, Stacy quite calmly decided such an arrangement should work out just fine. They could have their pleasure at home, she could go with them to the swapping parties, and they could even have sex with her friends. They should really go for all the young stuff!

After pronging Betty through an orgasm, Stacy's father moved over and fucked Stacy again. It took much longer for her to come, and when she did, she tried desperately to make him shoot off in her clasping cunt. She wanted to feel the sperm spurting, but she also suddenly wanted to find out what his reaction was going to be when he discovered who he was fucking. She couldn't find the nerve to pull the blindfold off, though, and she failed to make him ejaculate.

"I'll have to admit that I'm getting a little tired," Stacy's father said, leaving his stiff cock buried deep after Stacy's spasms had subsided. "I think I'll just let my dick soak in this luscious cunt for a minute or two."

"Maybe you could come if you fucked one of us in the…"

Betty clamped a hand over her mouth. She was sitting up, and Stacy had thought she was getting ready to go down and do some ass, cock, and cunt tonguing.

Stacy's father had lifted his upper body. He turned his blindfolded eyes toward Betty. "Your voice sounds very familiar. Have you ever been in my home? Are you one of my daughter's friends?"

Betty looked at Stacy, smiled weakly, and shrugged her shapely shoulders. "I know Stacy, Mister Morgan. She's a very nice, normal, healthy girl, and I like her very much."

There was a long silence. It looked and felt to Stacy as if her father's entire body had become just as tense as his big cock buried in her cunt. She looked at his mouth, and could tell he was getting ready to ask another question. She was sure she knew what the question was going to be, just as she was sure he'd already sensed what the answer would be. Surprised at her own sudden calmness, she decided she might as well answer the question without words. She reached up and pushed the blindfold up around his forehead.

Stacy's father blinked his eyes, stared, turned pale, and blurted, "Good God!"

Seconds after Stacy's father blurted out the loud wordy his handsome face flushed, turning from pale to a reddish hue, and he quickly swung from Stacy and the bed.

"What are you doing here! How the hell did you get in here!"

Stacy, amazed at her own calmness, pleased with the way her father's eyes were flicking over her nakedness, sat up and scooted her ass to the side of the bed. He wasn't shocked enough to lose his hard-on, she thought happily. She slipped her feet to the soft, thick carpet and stood straight and proud.

"Why don't you tell him how we got in here, Betty?" she said, smiling.

Betty swung from the bed, on the other side, and began explaining, the words fairly tumbling out. Stacy dropped to her knees and took a goodly portion of her father's wet, thrusting cock into her mouth. She began sucking, taking the crown deep into her throat, squeezing his big balls with one hand, and caressing his firm buttocks with the other.

Soon Stacy's father put his hands on her forehead and pushed her greedy mouth from his pulsing prick. She looked up and met his blazing eyes. Betty had stopped peeking, having told only how they'd peeked before, had been caught, and had been hustled into the house and the bedroom.

"That bitch of a hostess played a dirty trick on me, Stacy. As well as on you and your mother. That's a two-way mirror over the bed. Your mother's in the room above watching. We've been putting on an exhibition for no telling how many swappers. I thought I was just in on the initiation of two new wives!"

Stacy had settled back on her haunches and looked up at the two-way mirror. She met her father's passion-filmed eyes again. "You said something about having to guess who we were."

"That was the original plan. I've played the silly game before. I thought talking in such a manner would throw the new wives off, make them less suspicious about being watched. Hell! What am I talking about! I've been having sex with my own daughter and her friend!"

Betty had walked around from the other side of the bed. "You enjoyed yourself, Mister Morgan. You'll admit that, won't you?"

Before Stacy's father could answer, the door swung inward and Stacy's mother walked in. She was fully dressed. She stopped near the foot of the bed. She was frowning, her eyes glaring. Stacy could tell her mother had seen everything through the two-way mirror.

"I must say, that was quite an exhibition my husband and my daughter put on! Not to mention you, Betty!"

Betty had been scampering around gathering up her clothes. She told Stacy she'd see her around and headed for the door, still completely naked, carrying her clothes in both hands. Stacy asked where she was going.

"I'm going to find my horny father," Betty called back over her shoulder. "And my sexy mother! You don't think I'm going to miss out on this opportunity, do you!"

"Lord have mercy on us all," Stacy's mother said.

Stacy got to her feet. "Don't come on with the pious stuff, Mom! What kind of sex were you enjoying while you watched? I've seen you at the swapping parties. I've seen you fucking and sucking and…"

"That's enough," Stacy's father cut in. "Get dressed, honey, and we'll settle this when we get home."

Saying she'd wait in the ear, Stacy's mother turned and hurried from the room. Stacy looked at her father's stiffly thrusting cock. He grinned weakly and hurried to a chair in a corner where his clothes were neatly folded. She thought about asking for another chance to take the stiffness out of his big cock, then remembered the two-way minor. They were probably still being watched, and she'd get a crack at him when they got home or know the reason why!

She gathered her clothes and dressed quickly. They were ready to go at the same time. She felt like asking her father if he were really sorry, and she wanted to tell him how much she'd enjoyed herself, but decided it might be best not to say anything. He already knew how much pleasure she'd had, she knew he'd enjoyed himself, and she sensed he had his mind on her mother more than anything else.

He'd apparently gotten over the great shock he'd had, and she just hoped he'd be reasonable about the whole deal. Maybe the two of them could work on her mother and get her to accept what had happened – and what she hoped would happen again and again, both in the near and in the far future.