Frank Harper: Animal farm

"It won't be long now, Stacy. Soon you'll be seeing that adults, and people in general, tend to behave pretty much the same with their clothes off. I get my rocks off just trying to guess what kind of action I'm going to see. Maybe a couple of women will come into the bedroom and go at each other like crazy. I like to watch the wives engaged in lesbianism, but I like to watch a hot fucking and sucking session most of all. Maybe we'll be lucky and two couples will be on that bed in just a matter of minutes!"

Stacy Morgan didn't answer, and she didn't look at Betty Evans too closely. She felt nervous and even a little guilty about peeking through the bedroom window.

She must've been out of her mind to agree to accompany Betty, she thought. They had no right to spy on people engaged in sexual activities. Or in any kind of activities, for that matter.

"We're in luck," Betty whispered. "I've seen this couple in action before. With others as well as each other. They'll probably go down on each other before they fuck. They always have before, anyhow, and I know you'll get a big bang out of watching that. They might even do a sixty-nine before he puts the blocks to her. He has a big cock, too. I guess I'd better shut up and just watch, huh!"

Again Stacy didn't answer. But she was glad that Betty had apparently decided to stop talking. Not that she thought the couple that'd entered the bedroom could hear. It was warm, but the window was down because of air-conditioning, and Stacy felt a little pang of regret because she and Betty wouldn't be able to hear, also.

The man and woman both looked to be in their late thirties. He was tan, had good-looking features, and there was a big bulge in the front of his pants. She was quite short, had a pretty face, and her breasts were poking her blouse way out.

Stacy continued to stare as they began to get undressed, not helping each other with that task, but standing close and keeping their eyes on each other as more and more flesh was revealed.

The woman's breasts – or titties, as Stacy knew Betty would call the big twin mounds – were poking straight out even without the bra. Soon she saw the man's cock, and it was also poking straight out.

In a matter of seconds the man and woman were both completely naked. Stacy failed to suppress a little gasp as the woman dropped before the man and grabbed his thrusting cock with both hands. Then the woman's tongue darted out and licked all around the big knob.

"She'll suck his disk," Betty whispered. "Then he'll probably lap her pussy before they fuck. She won't blow him off all the way, of course. That'd mean that she'd have to wait for him to get another hard-on before they fucked. Look at that!"

Stacy was looking. She fleetingly thought that she'd put up one hell of a fight if somebody tried to pull her away from the window. The woman had gone down lower and was licking the man's heavy hanging testicles. The man tapped the woman's head lightly and she pulled her face back, her parted lips glistening wetly in the light.

The couple climbed onto the bed and Betty whispered that they were getting where they'd be more comfortable. Stacy had figured that out by herself. She was already getting sexy-hot from what she'd already seen and she hoped that she didn't cream her panties. That'd be embarrassing! Especially if she was unable to keep Betty from knowing it.

The man got on his back. The woman got on her hands and knees and suspended her face over his jutting cock. She licked the big knob again, then balanced on one hand and arm while she used her other hand to hold the hard flesh steady by grasping the thick base of the shaft.

She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the swollen glans. Stacy could see her cheeks bulging out. But she only kept the knob in her mouth for a few seconds. Stacy glanced at the man's face and saw his lips moving. She assumed correctly that the woman had been told, or asked, to stop sucking.

The woman backed off and the man parted his legs and raised his knees. She went down and began kissing and licking his sac. She took a ball into her mouth and sucked. Then she pushed that testicle out and sucked the other one into her mouth. The man stroked her head, her dark hair, and squirmed his buttocks against the mattress.

"I'd forgotten about this swapping wife liking to tongue assholes," Betty whispered. "She'll be giving him a good reaming soon!"

Betty had hardly finished giving the information before the woman was performing analingus upon the man. Stacy had seen pictures of the intimate oral act being performed, as she had seen pictures depicting just about every sex act imaginable, but she'd never even seen a hard cock in the flesh before. She felt that she should be disgusted with the woman, and with herself for getting a strange kind of thrill from watching, but she wasn't. She'd read that anything a man and woman did sexually to give each other pleasure was perfectly acceptable and she certainly wasn't qualified to argue with the so-called authorities.

The man had pulled his legs up until his thighs were touching his chest. The woman licked all over the anal region in ever smaller circles, getting closer and closer to the puckered asshole. Stacy had a perfect view, as did Betty, and Stacy heard Betty give a little gasp as the woman jabbed her tongue against the knot.

"She has her tongue buried at least two inches in his asshole, Stacy! You can bet your beautiful butt that he's enjoying it! I've had my asshole reamed like that I'm telling you it's a wonderful sensation!"

Stacy wasn't surprised or shocked by Betty's words. Or confession. She knew that her comparatively new friend had been around plenty. That was one reason she'd been so helpful in cultivating the friendship. She'd been, and still was, tired of just reading about sex and looking at erotic pictures and masturbating.

She hadn't yet made up her mind – or gotten the nerve – to actually do anything herself, but she had been getting vicarious thrills from listening to Betty's sexy talk. Now she was glad that the pretty and beautifully stacked girl had told her about the local swap club and had brought her along to peek. Maybe she would go on a double date as Betty had suggested. She could find out if Betty was really as free-wheeling where sex was concerned as she claimed to be.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Stacy? You haven't said one word since we started peeking!"

The shade was up about six inches and there was enough light for Stacy to see Betty's flashing dark eyes when she turned her head. "You know damn well I'm enjoying myself," she whispered. "Have you ever used your tongue like that, Betty?"

Laughing low in her throat, Betty said, "Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies!"

"That's answer enough," Stacy said, forcing a smile.

"You aren't disgusted with me, are you?"

"No," Stacy said, looking back into the bedroom. "What you do is your own business, Betty, but I still want you to know that just because we're friends doesn't mean that I'm going to change my way of life. Look. I guess the man's going to return the favor. I guess it'd be called a favor, anyhow."

"That's what it'd be call all right," Betty said, letting out a little laugh again. "That horny swapper's going to take time for some tit-sucking, though!"

The man had straddled the woman after she'd gotten on her back. One of his hands was kneading one big poking breast and he was tonguing the other mound. Watching the male tongue jabbing around and against the nipple, which it was easy to see had gotten hard, made Stacy vividly aware of the way her own nipples had become stiffly erect. They were poking against the restraining bra and she almost wished that she was alone. She could probably just touch her spiked breasts with her fingers and start coming like crazy. As soon as she got home she'd finger-fuck the hell out of herself. Stacy felt her face flush and was glad that Betty couldn't read her feverish mind.