Frank Harper - Animal farm

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.