Frank Gavin: Animal farm

"That feels so good," she whispered. "So goooood!"

Seconds later she was gripped in a whirlwind of passionate sensation. Her heels digging into the mattress, her fingers digging into Rod's bobbing scalp, Betty spun into a series of convulsive orgasms that left her limp and gasping for breath.

Rod rested his moist mouth on one of Betty's thighs for the short time it took for her to recover. When she told him that she was ready to be fucked he got out of the way while she got into position to be screwed dog fashion. On her knees, her forehead resting on her crossed forearms, her ass tilted at a perfect angle for the penetration, Betty waited expectantly for Rod to enter her.

Rod positioned himself on his knees close to his sister's upturned buttocks and looked at the wet pink little slit in her bottom as he stroked his rigid erection in anticipation. He had put his cock in her little pussy hundreds of times in the last year but he still felt a huge thrill every time just before he entered her. Nothing could compare to the first insertion, feeling the wet heat of her tight pussy swallowing his naked cockshaft. He guided his bloated purple cock-knob into the open wet gash and leaned into her.

Betty sighed with pleasure as her brother speared his stiff cock into her gaping gash with one quick motion. He pushed deep, inserting his considerable bulk all the way, testing her capacity. He grabbed her hips and pulled her buttocks tight against him, his balls pressed against her pubes.

She wondered if she should tell him to fuck her until she climaxed. He'd left his cock buried to the hilt, letting it soak, making it slippery for the anal penetration. It felt so good, so wonderful, but he might not last long enough to cornhole her and she was in the mood for that strange pleasure. Seeing the swapping wife taking it in the ass awhile before had caused her to crave that thrilling pleasure that always followed the initial pain.

"I'm ready," she said, already concentrating on relaxing her anal muscles.

Rod withdrew his prick and she felt the big crown being placed against her puckered anus. She winced and clawed the sheets as the knob popped past the tight elastic ring. He waited a few moments, giving her time to adjust, and then slowly shoved his slippery shaft all the way in.

Again he waited until she rocked her hips to let him know that the pain had passed, and then he started pumping with slow, deep strokes. It was getting easier all the time, she thought happily. There hadn't been all that much pain and even if she knew it would hurt a hell of a lot more the next time she'd willingly pay the price for more of the wonderful pleasure she was experiencing right then.

Rod stopped fucking and she knew that he was fighting for control. She stopped moving her hips and he shoved one hand under her belly and snaked a finger into her cunt. He began flicking her clitoris and again started pronging her tingling asshole. She moved with him, knowing that he wanted to make her climax first so as not to take a chance on leaving her hanging.

She soon started to undulate her hips as orgasm approached. She clamped her upper teeth down over her lower lips to keep from crying out. The finger stimulating her clit was making the ass fucking feel even better and she strained and bucked and then tensed as her orgasm peeked.

As her spasm subsided, Rod removed his slippery finger from her clit and cunt and grasped both of her breasts. He'd stopped his thrusts and now he began to pump into her clinging ass again. He groaned and she knew that he was about to shoot off. He began thrusting furiously, really pounding his pistoning prick in and almost out of her clasping asshole, and she felt his cock and balls begin to tighten and then thrilled to the first spurts of jism in her ass.

She bucked her hips up against him, twisting her ass in many directions, as she clamped down to milk all of the hot cream from his throbbing tool. He finally stopped fucking his cock into her and they rested while his prick grew soft and limber.

"That was great, Betty. Do you think your friends like to take it in the ass?"

"Peggy and Julie? Hell, I'll bet they take any thing from all directions at any time! Do you really want me to talk to them, Rod? It'll mean a different cunt for you, but it'll also mean a different cock for me, you know."

"I don't think I'll be jealous or anything like that, Betty. Hell, we can't very well keep on like this for the rest of our lives, anyway. We'll have to branch out as you said sooner or later so we might as well start right away."

"Then it's settled," Betty said, happy because her brother felt the same as she did about the situation. "I'll talk to Peggy about making a double date. I'll talk to her about it tomorrow, in fact. There's no need of us wasting time now that we've made up our minds and I think I'd rather try it with a fellow Peggy goes with most of the time. His name's Steve. Do you know him?"

"Yeah, I guess you're talking about Steve Mason. He's a good-looking guy."

"That's the one. Julie goes with Carl Hunt most of the time. He's okay, too, but I think I'd rather level with Peggy first. Now all we have to worry about is breaking the news to Dad and Mom about our decision to start dating."

"Why tell them," Rod asked, reaching and getting a towel. "They send us here two or three times a week. Instead of sneaking out of here to go peek we could just as easily go some place else."

"I'd really miss the peeking."

"So would I. But if everything works out okay we could even invite our dates to share the fun of watching the swappers. Maybe that'd serve Mom and Dad right for being so two-faced and strict with us."

"I don't think we'd better be too hasty about anything." Betty said. "I'm not backing out. It's just that I want to have a talk with Peggy and then kind of play it by ear."

"Anything you decide to do will be all right with me," Rod said, withdrawing his cock from Betty's clinging asshole. "You're smarter and you've been the leader most of the time so far so you might as well call the shots now. Are you sleepy?"

Betty said that she wasn't sleepy. Rod said that he wasn't either, and they went to the bathroom and cleaned themselves. They returned to the bed and Rod's cock was again thrusting proudly by the time they'd turned end to end for a sixty-nine session.

And even as they went down on each other, and enjoyed the intimate erotic act to the utmost, they both had thoughts about how it might be to have sex with a different partner.

Rod wondering if another girl would taste different than Betty. Betty wondering about the difference a cock would make. Would a smaller one give her as much pleasure? Were there bigger ones?

The next day Betty was still determined to go through with what she and Rod had planned. Not that she had a definite idea as to how she was going to go about getting things started. She'd first gotten acquainted with Peggy in math class. She'd sometimes helped the pretty girl, a friendship had developed, and through Peggy she'd met other girls – and boys.

She'd taken some good-natured kidding about not being able to date because of her strict parents, but she'd discovered that quite a few of the girls – many of them older – were just about as restricted as she was, or allowed herself to be because of her brother.

Peggy Savage was seventeen and in the eleventh grade. She had her own car which she drove to school, and she wasn't against letting it be known that she liked her pleasure and took it whenever and wherever she wanted it. Pleasure to her meant sex and she was always getting little digs in about Betty's sex life, or lack of sex life.

Peggy had quizzed Betty about masturbation and Betty hadn't admitted or denied anything. She'd also asked quite a few questions about Rod, but had seemed to have decided that he was too young for her.