Frank Harper - Animal farm

Stacy's father usually dropped her off at school on the way to his office. He was a stock broker, but he also owned a great deal of rental property. He was well liked by just about everybody, Stacy knew, and she had guilty feelings at times because she liked him so much.

She'd read where it wasn't unusual for a girl to have a kind of crush on her father, especially when very young, but she felt that at sixteen it was time that she got foolish – and wicked – thoughts out of her mind. Not that her handsome father had ever given her any real reason for her to be attracted to him in a physical way.

They'd been buddies ever since she could remember, and she knew that he'd always wanted a son, but he didn't actually treat her like a boy. He was proud of her as a girl, and showed it in many ways, but he never put his hands on her or anything like that. He did compliment her on her figure quite often when they were swimming in the pool, but he'd never made any wise cracks during the years she'd been filling out and losing her baby fat.

He was forty, and her mother was the same age, but they both looked much younger. He was tall and had broad shoulders and a slim waist. He looked great in swim trunks and what she'd heard called a "basket" was quite big. There wasn't any doubt about him being very well-endowed between his muscular legs – his body wasn't very hairy. He had blond hair and blue eyes.

Her mother hadn't been cheated in the looks department, either. She was also tall and had a very nice shape. Her hair and eyes were brown. Stacy liked her mother, but not as much as she did her father. Her mother had always been a little cool toward her, but she didn't think it was because she and her father were so close. Her mother was a little strange, really, and she'd stopped giving much thought to that fact.

Stacy didn't see Betty until the lunch hour. They usually ate lunch together in the school cafeteria. She worried all morning, not sure what she should say or how she should act after seeing Betty having sex with the pony, but she needn't have worried. Betty just laughed when she saw her and asked how she'd relieved her tension.

"With my finger, as usual," Stacy said, smiling, glad that what'd happened hadn't made it difficult for them to talk to each other. "I'm sorry that I hauled tail like that, Betty, but after watching the swappers and then you with the pony – well, I just couldn't take any more."

"That's okay," Betty said. "I understand and I'm just glad that you don't seem to be disgusted with me. You aren't, are you?"

"No," Stacy said. "As I said before, what you do is your own business, Betty, and I just wish that I had the nerve to let myself go like you can. In some ways, anyhow! I'm not sure that I could ever do anything like that with any kind of an animal."

"I know how you can really prove that you still like me no matter what I did or do, Stacy. How about double dating with me tonight? I'll get a couple of guys and we'll go to a drive-in movie."

Stacy hesitated, then said, "All right. Who will you get for me? I don't want some rough boy who'll paw me instead of watching the movie."

"Let me surprise you," Betty said. "I'll get an older guy. One around eighteen. Somebody with enough sense to treat a girl only as she wants to be treated. Is that all right?"

"I guess so," Stacy said. "Yes."

Stacy couldn't keep her mind on her schoolwork that afternoon. She'd seen many boys hanging around Betty, and knew that the sexy girl dated many different guys, but she kept trying to guess which one might be her date that evening. She'd had very few dates in her life; she could almost count the times she'd even gone to a school dance with a fellow, and she was nervous and excited at the same time at the thought of double dating with Betty.

She figured that Betty would at least do some hot necking and she didn't want to freeze up and sit there like a bump on a log or some damn thing. Maybe she'd let her date at least cop some feels and maybe she'd even go further than that. If she liked him, of course.

Stacy also had trouble keeping her mind on her studies because of thinking about the exciting events of the night before. She'd masturbated herself to sleep, actually, and now she was just as sexy-hot as ever. It was a good thing that she wasn't like a boy, she thought. At least she didn't have to worry about her excitement showing in the classroom. She'd seen boys get erections and ask to be excused to go to the rest room. She'd always figured that they'd gone to masturbate. Or jack-off, as she knew it was usually called.

While thinking along those lines, Stacy decided that she'd do something that she'd never done before. She'd often gotten as hot as hell during school hours, but she'd always managed to wait until she got home. She wondered if she was becoming some kind of a sex nut, but that didn't keep her from raising her hand and getting excused.

There wasn't anybody else in the rest room. Stacy went all the way to the back and entered a stall. She slipped the lock bar into place and sat down on the toilet with the cover down. She was wearing a short, tight skirt, but she didn't think she dared take it off.

By spreading her legs she did manage to get her hand to her panty crotch. The panties were very tight and she decided to take them off when she had difficulty getting her finger between the brief garment and her inner thigh. She placed them on a handy hook and sat back down. She wasn't wearing stockings. She wished that she had time to play with her breasts, her already erect nipples, but she knew that she couldn't be gone from the classroom longer than a few minutes without taking a chance on being questioned.

She made sure that the hairs were parted back from her moist cuntal lips. A few times in the past she'd gotten careless in her haste to give herself satisfaction and a hair had entered with her finger. The hair had scratched the tender tissues and it'd been quite painful afterward.

Shoving a finger into her wet cunt, Stacy probed deep, clamping her inner muscles around the invader, hunching forward until her ass was on the very edge of the seat. Slowly finger-fucking herself, thrilling to the delightful sensations, she thought about how wonderful it'd just have to feel to have a hard prick sliding in and out of her tingling twat. Maybe she'd finally find the nerve to give it a try that very night!

She moved her slippery finger higher and flipped her erect clit. Maybe her date would use his tongue on her if she allowed him to. That'd undoubtedly feel great, super, and the fellows Betty dated probably performed cunnilingus without any qualms at all. A date would just about insist upon fucking her if he went that far, though, and by diddly damn she just might let him!

Betty had admitted to letting females as well as males go down on her. It was almost a sure thing that she sucked cocks, but did she also assume the aggressive role in lesbian sex? Maybe Betty would go down on her!

Stacy gritted her teeth to keep from moaning. She didn't think anybody had entered the rest room, but there wasn't any way that she could be positive of that without getting up and looking. It'd be embarrassing as hell to get caught frigging herself. Nobody could see her in the stall, though – except her feet and legs – and it'd just look as if she were taking a crap.

She'd stopped the movement of her finger while balanced right on the brink of an orgasm. She resumed her finger-fucking, probing deep, at the same time making contact with her stiffened clitoris. That passion-button seemed to be vibrating like crazy – and she closed her eyes and hunched wildly as the blissful spasms began.

It took her a couple of minutes to recover. She started to wipe her finger on some toilet tissue. Looking at the wet digit, she wondered how her juices would taste. It wasn't the first time she'd been curious, but something about the fact that she'd seen both males and females lapping a cunt caused her to impulsively lift her glistening finger to her mouth.