Frank Gavin - Animal farm

He inserted a finger into her hot cunt and slowly finger-fucked her while kissing and licking his way down along her squirming body. Soon he replaced his finger with his tongue. After he'd been tongue-fucking her for about a minute, with her moving along with his jabbing tongue as if it were his cock, she told him to swing his ass around.

Rod pulled his tongue from Betty's quivering and hot cunt flesh and walked around on his knees. When he was straddling her head she caressed his balls and took his swollen cockhead into her mouth. As she sucked, holding her own head up with one hand, he again lowered his mouth to her moist slit and snaked his tongue into her palpitating pussy.

They went at each other in that position for a while, then rolled over on their sides so they'd be more comfortable. His head was clamped between her sleek thighs and the side of her face was resting on the mattress. He went to her erect clit with his mouth and tongue and lapped and sucked her through a spasmodic orgasm. While spasming she sucked almost all of his cock into her mouth, the glans in her throat, the muscles contracting, but he managed to keep himself under control.

As soon as Betty stopped climaxing he pulled his mouth and tongue from her juicy cunt, his stiff prick from her sucking mouth, turned, and got between her legs. He let her do the guiding, mostly from habit, and they fucked long and blissfully. Rod guided and propelled her through two strong orgasms, all the time watching her face, and again he was amazed at how beautiful she was.

Rod fell asleep with the delicious knowledge that his sister was madly in love with him. She would be his sex toy if he wanted. She would submit to anything that pleased him. Her soft white body, so sensitive and responsive, was his to cherish or abuse as he wished.

"Let's all try to be quiet," Rod said. "I'll lead the way and when we get to the barn I'll scout around and figure out where I think its best for us to hide and watch. It would have been better if we'd arrived before the swappers, of course, but since we didn't I don't think we should all go stumbling around in the darkness."

"I'll bring up the rear and see that nobody gets left along the path," Steve said. "If one of you girls falls behind I'll prod you in the ass with this hard-on I already have."

There was general laughter. Rod led the way along the path beside the winding creek. He wasn't sure he wanted his friends to see his mother sexing it up – and he wasn't sure that he wanted to see her fucking a horse or a bull.

They'd parked the two cars, Max's and Peggy's, near the small bridge. Max was Marge Fenton's boy friend, even though they swapped around as much as the rest. They were both seventeen. Max was good-looking and had an average sized cock that Betty and the other girls felt he handled very well.

Marge was kind of small, stacked something like Julie, and had brown hair and eyes. She was a good fuck, Rod and the other fellows thought, and was also good at sucking cocks. She also liked to suck the horse and bull cocks, which few of the other girls would even try.

Rod and Betty hadn't had a chance to call Peggy until late that afternoon, just before their parents had dropped them off at their grandmother's house. On such short notice, she'd been unable to contact many of the members of the teen-age sex club and for various reasons some hadn't been able to come.

There were eight youngsters following Rod along the narrow path. Betty, Peggy, Julie, Marge, Steve, Carl, Max, and Kathy – not in that order. Kathy still didn't have a boy friend, preferring to be the partner of anybody and everybody and that was fine with the entire group.

Rod decided to leave the rest about twenty-five yards from the barn. He figured that some of the swappers might be outside the barn, maybe even down in or near the creek, and though he hoped there'd be a general mixing of the two groups later he didn't think it'd be wise to just go barging in. After all, they were dealing with adults – and some parents – and they really should watch the older people first.

The married swappers really wouldn't have any right to raise all that much hell after being observed while engaged in a sexual orgy. Rod had just about made up his mind that he was going to have sex with his beautiful mother if he saw her fucking the animals – if he had to use threats and maybe even some force.

Rod and Betty had told Peggy about her parents being swappers. She'd gotten very excited, saying that she'd really have a happy home if things worked out the way she hoped they would. She'd explained to the others about Rod and Betty peeking and hearing Cliff Anderson shooting off his mouth – and had told them not to be surprised if they saw their own parents at the sex party to be held in the barn.

Rod didn't think there'd be any trouble with the kids if they happened to see their parents. They were all uninhibited swingers with what he felt was a healthy opinion of sex and sexual freedom, and he suspected that they were all secretly hoping to find their parents among the swappers.

Rod cautiously approached the barn, being particularly careful in the vicinity of the parked cars. All the doors were closed and there wasn't even much light shining out from under them. He decided that they'd have to use the ladder leading directly up to the hay loft.

He could hear talking and laughing from inside the barn, but he couldn't make out any of the words. Thinking that some of the swappers might be up in the hay loft, maybe fucking, he decided that he'd better check before getting everyone else.

The door squeaked when he opened it, but he didn't think it could be heard on the other side of the barn. He slowly climbed the ladder. There was enough light for him to see that there were no swappers on the hay. He walked most of the way, and then got down and crawled on across.

Remembering how he'd been seen before, he carefully peeked over the edge of the hay. He had a good view. He didn't bother to make a count, but there seemed to be at least ten couples.

The action hadn't started. The men and women were standing around talking among themselves and looking at the animals, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. They still had their clothes on and he thought it'd be better for him to wait until they did get thing going before bringing the others up.

He didn't have to wait long. They seemed to have just made up their minds what they were going to do first. Cliff backed Prince out of the stall and tied him to a post, the halter keeping him from lifting his head.

Many of the swappers gathered around for a closer look at the well-groomed animal, including Rod's mother and father, and they all watched with great interest as Cliff put the "kickers" around Prince's back legs.

The youngsters had always removed the makeshift beds from the stalls after each session. Cliff, along with two of the other men, began building a stack of hay under Prince. Nobody had touched the young horse's cock and balls so he wasn't showing any signs of sexual excitement.

Peggy's mother had started to take her clothes off, seemingly picked to be first, or maybe having volunteered. Rod kind of wished that his mother was going to be first. He was sure that she'd take on the horse cock sooner or later. He didn't know what his reaction would be and he hoped he wouldn't make an ass of himself in front of his friends. But he hoped that he wouldn't be jealous of a fucking horse or bull where his beautiful mother was concerned! It didn't bother him to watch his lovely sister get her kicks in that manner.

As soon as Peggy's mother was naked, and the canvas was covering the pile of hay under Prince, Cliff took her by the hand and led her over to the horse. She didn't hesitate very long before raising her hands and playing with the young horse's balls. Elaine went over and started squeezing the sheath. Prince's cock immediately began to become erect and slowly extended down and out to its full length.