Frank Harper - Animal farm

His cock wasn't poking his pants out all that much by the time they were near the door. He turned and thumbed his nose at the two-way mirror. Stacy laughed and did the same. She had the feeling everything was going to work out just fine. Where she and her father were concerned, anyway.

They didn't meet anybody in the hallway, nor in the room Stacy had first entered. She wondered where Betty was, sure that if the wanton, fun-loving girl hadn't found her father and mother she'd found somebody else to sex it up with.

They went around the big house on the side away from the swimming pool. Stacy didn't hear any noise, and she figured everybody was inside doing the exciting things the married couples went to a swapping party to do.

Her father got behind the wheel and she got in back. Her mother didn't turn around or speak. As soon as the car was rolling, Stacy started talking. It wasn't very far home and she tanked fast. She wanted to get everything said while she had the captive audience of two. She wasn't interrupted one time, and she started by telling about the first lime she peeked with Betty.

She went into some detail about the scenes in which her mother and father had participated. She told about the gay sex with Betty, and admitted fucking Betty's pony. She told about Al and Phil, the thrilling sex acts she'd enjoyed with them and Betty, then told about the orgy at the lake, including the horse fucking. The only part she left out was her experience with Evelyn. She didn't think she had the right to reveal the redhead's secret concerning the baby-sitting job. She finished by giving her mother a quick rundown on how she and Betty had happened to end up on the bed under the two-way mirror.

Just as Stacy stopped talking, her father parked the car. Her mother got out and rushed into the house. Her father remained behind the wheel, so Stacy didn't get out, either.

"When I told you to date and have fun I didn't mean for you to go wild, Stacy."

"I used what I saw you and Mom doing as an excuse, but I would've probably done the same things, anyhow. I guess I'm just as sexy-hot and wild as my parents."

Her father chuckled and said she'd made a good point. He turned and looked at her. "I hope your mother will be able to adjust to what has happened, Stacy. Her drinking problem's caused mostly by the fact she has never been able to accept her bisexuality. Mentally, I mean. Now she'll undoubtedly worry about you."

"She shouldn't," Stacy said. "I like the way I am, the various ways I enjoy sex, and I wouldn't want to be any other way."

"She has had another problem, Stacy. A few times, while drinking, she confessed her true feelings about you. She loves you because you're her daughter, of course, but she's also attracted to you in a physical way."

"I can easily help her solve that problem if she'll let me, Dad. You don't seem to feel so badly about having sex with roe. Maybe the same will be true of Mom once she gives it a try."

They got out of the car without exchanging another word. Stacy walked around and took her father's hand. He squeezed her fingers and said he guessed he'd been secretly attracted to her for the past couple of years, too. Stacy remained silent, happy in the knowledge she at last had an understanding with her handsome, horny father, and they walked to the house, hand in hand.

Stacy's mother had turned a light on and was sitting on a couch. She didn't look up. Stacy was glad her mother hadn't headed for a bottle. That seemed to be a good sign.

"We can't change what has happened, Marge. Nor can we ever go back to things as they were. I, for one, intend to try and take everything in stride, as our lovely young daughter seems to be doing, and enjoy the good fortune fate has tossed my way. I suggest you do the some, honey."

Stacy's mother remained silent and didn't look up. Stacy was still holding hands with her father. He led her across the room, down the hallway, and into the master bedroom. He dropped her hand, left the door open, and turned a couple of table lamps on.

He faced Stacy, smiled, and began taking his clothes off. Her pulse quickening, Stacy began stripping her feverish body naked. They turned it into a race. It was a tie, both climbing onto the bed, from opposite sides, at the same time.

They went into each other's arms and locked together in a tight embrace. On their knees, mouths glued together, tongues lashing, they slowly toppled over until they were on their sides. Stacy grabbed his big, stiff cock while they were straightening out their legs. He pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and whispered that they had plenty of time.

He rolled her over on her back, pulling his hard prick from her caressing fingers. Again he whispered, telling her he wanted to take his time and give her a tongue bath. She liked the idea very much. It was just one more of her dreams coming true, and she hoped her mother would soon come in and join them.

He straddled her, keeping his ass lifted in the air. He began sucking her poking, hard-tipped tits, one and then the other, and she used her own hands to shove even more of the firm flesh into his hot mouth. His tongue jabbed at each erect, tingling nipple while he sucked, and at times he nipped at the elongated tips with his teeth. She didn't try to hold back her soft little moans of pleasure.

She didn't put her hands on his head, and kept them well away when he left her throbbing mounds and trailed his moistly parted lips and darting tongue lower. She didn't squirm her body very much, either. She wanted to show she could exercise some control over her desires, and the sex she'd had with him earlier helped her do just that.

He licked her rib cage, one hand remaining to palm and massage a spiked breast. The fingers of his other hand trailed down and gently plucked at her cunt hairs. Kissing and tonguing, he made his way to her navel. He jabbed his tongue around and in the shallow indentation, his fingers running lightly over her moist pussy lips.

Leaving her belly button, the flat of his tongue licked every square inch of her flat, trembling stomach. Her entire body was beginning to feel like one big erogenous zone. It was amazing as to just how much of the smooth surface of her body reacted to the touch of his lips and tongue with feelings of sexual pleasure. She soon began squirming heatedly, despite her efforts to remain comparatively cool and calm while her darling father lovingly bestowed lavish oral attentions upon her feverish flesh.

By the time Stacy's father had tongued his way down to her inner thighs, skirting around her pubic hairs and twitching cunt, she was more than ready for him to go down on her. He went lower, though. He worked his way down along one leg and began nibbling at her toes. She liked that sensation very much.

He went over to her other foot, nipped at her toes with his lips, then worked his way up that long leg to her crotch. He then surprised her by flipping her over on her stomach. He licked her legs, all the way down one and up the other, while his fingers caressed her buttocks.

Planting a wet kiss on each asscheek, he then straddled her again. He kissed and licked the back of her neck and her shoulders. She was really squirming passionately by then, thinking when he'd said tongue bath he'd really meant tongue bath. While he was licking down along her spine, and walking backward on his knees, his caressing hands molded the sides of her body.

He tugged at her hips until her ass was hiked high in the air. She gasped as he licked up through the crack of her ass. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide with his fingers and jabbed the tip of his tongue against her puckered anus. She managed to relax enough for him to get all of two inches of his hot, slippery tongue into her asshole. He tongue-fucked the tight, twitching tunnel until she thought she was going to melt and cream before he even got around to tonguing her tingling cunt.