Frank Harper - Animal farm

The faint odor renewed her excitement. Feeling very daring, she jabbed the tip of her tongue against her rapidly drying finger. Unable to really taste anything that way, she licked some of the juice off. The vaginal fluids tasted both sweet and salty. Not bad at all, she thought, surprised that she didn't feel depraved for tasting her juices. She didn't think the experience was unique with her, though, and it wasn't like getting the fluids from another girl in her mouth.

Wiping her finger and her cuntal lips with tissue, Stacy flushed the toilet and put her panties on. She wasn't really satisfied, and after seeing all the action the night before she didn't think she'd ever really be satisfied from masturbating again.

Leaving the stall, and seeing that nobody had entered, or if they had that they'd left, she quickly washed her hands at one of the wash basins. She made it back to the classroom and her desk without comment from the young female teacher, so she knew that she hadn't been gone too long.

The rest of the day dragged, but she managed to do her usual excellent work, and was even complimented by her history teacher for an essay she'd written on the Civil War.

Stacy usually rode a schoolbus home. Betty was waiting for her with two boys. Or young men. Because they were both eighteen, Stacy knew, from seeing their names in the paper having to do with their exploits on the football field.

Betty introduced them as Phil and Al, but Stacy knew that their full names were Phil Townsend and Al Stewart. They were both good-looking, both muscular, and Phil had light-brown hair and eyes, while Al had dark hair and eyes.

It turned out that Al was to be Stacy's date that evening. Phil had a car, a late-model Chevy, and Betty said that the guys were going to take them home. Stacy sat in the back with Al and managed to keep up her share of the conversation with him, which was limited, and he didn't sit all that close or try to get fresh with word or deed.

Betty sat close to Phil as he drove, and they carried on an animated conversation in whispers. Stacy sensed that they were talking about her part of the time, just as she sensed that Betty had told Al that she hadn't been around much and to take it easy.

Stacy was dropped off at her house first and she promised to be ready at seven-thirty. She went for a swim in the pool before dinner and ended up eating alone. Her father called and said that he'd be late because of business and her mother had been drinking too much to even go to the table.

The cook-housekeeper served the usual good meal and Stacy didn't bother to apologize for her mother. She did a little homework, told her mother that she was going to visit Betty when it was time to go, and went out and stood on the sidewalk to wait.

Her father drove up before Betty and the two boys arrived. He stopped and she told him where she was going.

"That's great, Stacy. You should go out and have fun while you're young. I'm glad you've finally decided to date. Your mother and I have worried a great deal about you not seeming to like boys, you know."

"No, I didn't know," Stacy said. "And I wouldn't say that I've ever disliked boys. It's just that I've been more interested in things other than dating, I guess. Like horseback riding, jumping, and swimming, for instance."

"Maybe I've monopolized too much of your time, Stacy. Is that the right word? Anyway, have a good time this evening and I'd better get on to the house and tell your mother to get ready for what I have planned for the night."

"Mom's drunk," Stacy said.

"Your mother has her problems, honey. Or she thinks she has, anyhow. Maybe someday you and I can talk about it and I'll be able to make you understand why she drinks so much. Have a good time, baby."

Stacy's father smiled, waved, and drove the car on toward the house. Puzzled, Stacy wished that she'd had time to ask some questions, but Phil and Al and Betty arrived – and her thoughts were turned inward as she wondered what her father would think if he knew just what kind of a good time she hoped to get the nerve to have that evening…

Almost from the moment Phil parked the car at the drive-in Stacy knew that seeing a movie was the last thing Phil and Betty were interested in. And the same was true of Al, she was sure. Because the speaker wasn't even turned up loud enough to be heard.

She didn't really care about that, though. It was a Western and she figured that to see one such epic was to see them all. Besides, by the way Betty and Phil had started necking it looked as if they might put on a much better show.

Betty was wearing a dress, as Stacy was, and Phil's hand was already caressing Betty's thighs where the hem had hiked high. Stacy leaned back and didn't move away when Al moved close and put his arm over her shoulder. She turned her face toward him and he mashed his mouth against hers.

Al's tongue darted out and licked back and forth across Stacy's teeth and one of his hands grabbed a breast and squeezed. She pulled her mouth away and pushed his hand from the mound that'd instantly gotten taut-tipped and tingly.

"Take it easy, Al! I don't even know you yet!"

"I'm sorry! I forgot about you being such an innocent kid! That's the label Betty put on you, anyhow."

Betty pulled her mouth from Phil's and looked into the back. "Don't come on so damned fast, Al. Give Stacy a chance to get in the mood, for Christ's sake!"

"It's more for Al's sake," Phil said, chuckling. "Come on, Betty. Give me the works. That should be enough to at least get Stacy in the mood for some harmless necking."

Al had pulled away from Stacy, seemingly pouting, and Stacy was sorry that she'd reacted the way she had. It was mostly from habit. She'd liked Al's kissing, his mouth tasted of peppermint, but she'd always backed away from French-kissing with the few boys she had kissed.

There was a short silence, uncomfortable for Stacy, as she'd told herself that she wasn't going to be like she'd always been, and it was a little shocking to hear Betty say that she was really hungry for some cock.

Phil said, "There it is, baby. All primed and ready!"

Betty leaned her head over into Phil's lap and Stacy didn't resist the urge to move forward to the edge of the seat for a better look. There was enough light for her to see quite plainly. Betty was licking up and down on just about the entire length of Phil's thrusting cock.

There weren't any other cars parked close by – not on each side, at least – and Stacy felt that it was a good thing. She'd hate to be arrested on a morals charge. But she'd heard drive-in movies described as passion-pits so she guessed it was safe enough. If she could just stop being so afraid and force herself to become directly involved…

"God, but that feels great, Betty! You're a cocksucker from the word go, baby, and the best, but you'd better take it easy if you don't want me flooding your greedy mouth! Let me do you before I come!"

Betty had taken just about all of Phil's hard cock in her mouth and then had started sucking up and down on almost the entire length of the stiff shaft. Staring, fascinated, her own passion soaring, Stacy had felt Al move over beside her. He was also watching Betty suck Phil's cock, but he didn't touch Stacy with his hands.

Lifting her head, Betty settled back on the seat, her ass at the very edge. Phil slipped from under the steering wheel and got on his knees on the floorboard between Betty's legs. Betty pulled the hem of her dress up even higher on her thighs, lifted her ass, and quickly got the dress up around her waist. That left her lush lower body completely exposed, as she wasn't wearing panties. Talk about being prepared! Stacy thought.

Phil lowered his face and jabbed the tip of his tongue around her cuntal lips. Then he used his fingers to spread those puffy lips. Betty moaned as he licked up through her gaping gash. Stacy felt Al's hand on her lower thigh, the one nearest him, and she didn't pull away.