Chapter 12

Seconds after Stacy's father blurted out the loud wordy his handsome face flushed, turning from pale to a reddish hue, and he quickly swung from Stacy and the bed.

"What are you doing here! How the hell did you get in here!"

Stacy, amazed at her own calmness, pleased with the way her father's eyes were flicking over her nakedness, sat up and scooted her ass to the side of the bed. He wasn't shocked enough to lose his hard-on, she thought happily. She slipped her feet to the soft, thick carpet and stood straight and proud.

"Why don't you tell him how we got in here, Betty?" she said, smiling.

Betty swung from the bed, on the other side, and began explaining, the words fairly tumbling out. Stacy dropped to her knees and took a goodly portion of her father's wet, thrusting cock into her mouth. She began sucking, taking the crown deep into her throat, squeezing his big balls with one hand, and caressing his firm buttocks with the other.

Soon Stacy's father put his hands on her forehead and pushed her greedy mouth from his pulsing prick. She looked up and met his blazing eyes. Betty had stopped Eking, having told only how they'd peeked before, had been caught, and had been hustled into the house and the bedroom.

"That bitch of a hostess played a dirty trick on me, Stacy. As well as on you and your mother. That's a two-way mirror over the bed. Your mother's in the room above watching. We've been putting on an exhibition for no telling how many swappers. I thought I was just in on the initiation of two new wives!"

Stacy had settled back on her haunches and looked up at the two-way mirror. She met her father's passion-filmed eyes again. "You said something about having to guess who we were."

"That was the original plan. I've played the silly game before. I thought talking in such a manner would throw the new wives off, make them less suspicious about being watched. Hells What am I talking about! I've been having sex with my own daughter and her friend!"

Betty had walked around from the other side of the bed. "You enjoyed yourself, Mister Morgan. You'll admit that, won't you?"

Before Stacy's father could answer, the door swung inward and Stacy's mother walked in. She was fully dressed. She stopped near the foot of the bed. She was frowning, her eyes glaring. Stacy could tell her mother had seen everything through the two- way mirror.

"I must say, that was quite an exhibition my husband and my daughter put on! Not to mention you, Betty!"

Betty had been scampering around gathering up her clothes. She told Stacy she'd see her around and headed for the door, still completely naked, carrying her clothes in both hands. Stacy asked where she was going.

"I'm going to find my horny father," Betty called back over her shoulder. "And my sexy mother! You don't think I'm going to miss out on this opportunity, do you!"

"Lord have mercy on us all," Stacy's mother said.

Stacy got to her feet. "Don't come on with the pious stuff, Mom! What kind of sex were you enjoying while you watched? I've seen you at the swapping parties. I've seen you fucking and sucking and--"

"That's enough," Stacy's father cut in. "Get dressed, honey, and we'll settle this when we get home."

Saying she'd wait in the ear, Stacy's mother turned and hurried from the room. Stacy looked at her father's stiffly thrusting cock. He grinned weakly and hurried to a chair in a corner where his clothes were neatly folded. She thought about asking for another chance to take the stiffness out of his big cock, then remembered the two-way minor. They were probably still being watched, and she'd get a crack at him when they got home or know the reason why!

She gathered her clothes and dressed quickly. They were ready to go at the same time. She felt like asking her father if he were really sorry, and she wanted to tell him how much she'd enjoyed herself, but decided it might be best not to say anything... He already knew how much pleasure she'd had, she knew he'd enjoyed himself, and she sensed he had his mind on her mother more than anything else.

He'd apparently gotten over the great shock he'd had, and she just hoped he'd be reasonable about the whole deal. Maybe the two of them could work on her mother and get her to accept what had happened--and what she hoped would happen again and again, both in the near and in the far future.

His cock wasn't poking his pants out all that much by the time they were near the door. He turned and thumbed his nose at the two-way mirror. Stacy laughed and did the same. She had the feeling everything was going to work out just fine. Where she and her father were concerned, anyway.

They didn't meet anybody in the hallway, nor in the room Stacy had first entered. She wondered where Betty was, sure that if the wanton, fun-loving girl hadn't found her father and mother she'd found somebody else to sex it up with.

They went around the big house on the side away from the swimming pool. Stacy didn't hear any noise, and she figured everybody was inside doing the exciting things the married couples went to a swapping party to do.

Her father got behind the wheel and she got in back. Her mother didn't turn around or speak. As soon as the car was rolling, Stacy started talking. It wasn't very far home and she tanked fast. She wanted to get everything said while she had the captive audience of two. She wasn't interrupted one time, and she started by telling about the first lime she peeked with Betty.

She went into some detail about the scenes in which her mother and father had participated. She told about the gay sex with Betty, and admitted fucking Betty's pony. She told about Al and Phil, the thrilling sex acts she'd enjoyed with them and Betty, then told about the orgy at the lake, including the horse fucking. The only part she left out was her experience with Evelyn. She didn't think she had the right to reveal the redhead's secret concerning the baby-sitting job. She finished by giving her mother a quick rundown on how she and Betty had happened to end up on the bed under the two-way mirror.

Just as Stacy stopped talking, her father parked the car. Her mother got out and rushed into the house. Her father remained behind the wheel, so Stacy didn't get out, either.

"When I told you to date and have fun I didn't mean for you to go wild, Stacy."

"I used what I saw you and Mom doing as an excuse, but I would've probably done the same things, anyhow. I guess I'm just as sexy-hot and wild as my parents."

Her father chuckled and said she'd made a good point. He turned and looked at her. "I hope your mother will be able to adjust to what has happened, Stacy. Her drinking problem's caused mostly by the fact she has never been able to accept her bisexuality. Mentally, I mean. Now she'll undoubtedly worry about you."

"She shouldn't," Stacy said. "I like the way I am, the various ways I enjoy sex, and I wouldn't want to be any other way."

"She has had another problem, Stacy. A few times, while drinking, she confessed her true feelings about you. She loves you because you're her daughter, of course, but she's also attracted to you in a physical way."

"I can easily help her solve that problem if she'll let me, Dad. You don't seem to feel so badly about having sex with roe. Maybe the same will be true of Mom once she gives it a try."

They got out of the car without exchanging another word. Stacy walked around and took her father's hand. He squeezed her fingers and said he guessed he'd been secretly attracted to her for the past couple of years, too. Stacy remained silent, happy in the knowledge she at last had an understanding with her handsome, horny father, and they walked to the house, hand in hand.

Stacy's mother had turned a light on and was sitting on a couch. She didn't look up. Stacy was glad her mother hadn't headed for a bottle. That seemed to be a good sign.

"We can't change what has happened, Marge. Nor can we ever go back to things as they were. I, for one, intend to try and take everything in stride, as our lovely young daughter seems to be doing, and enjoy the good fortune fate has tossed my way. I suggest you do the some, honey."

Stacy's mother remained silent and didn't look up. Stacy was still holding hands with her father. He led her across the room, down the hallway, and into the master bedroom. He dropped her hand, left the door open, and turned a couple of table lamps on.

He faced Stacy, smiled, and began taking his clothes off. Her pulse quickening, Stacy began stripping her feverish body naked. They turned it into a race. It was a tie, both climbing onto the bed, from opposite sides, at the same time.

They went into each other's arms and locked together in a tight embrace. On their knees, mouths glued together, tongues lashing, they slowly toppled over until they were on their sides. Stacy grabbed his big, stiff cock while they were straightening out their legs. He pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and whispered that they had plenty of time.

He rolled her over on her back, pulling his hard prick from her caressing fingers. Again he whispered, telling her he wanted to take his time and give her a tongue bath. She liked the idea very much. It was just one more of her dreams coming true, and she hoped her mother would soon come in and join them.

He straddled her, keeping his ass lifted in the air. He began sucking her poking, hard-tipped tits, one and then the other, and she used her own hands to shove even more of the firm flesh into his hot mouth. His tongue jabbed at each erect, tingling nipple while he sucked, and at times he nipped at the elongated tips with his teeth. She didn't try to hold back her soft little moans of pleasure.

She didn't put her hands on his head, and kept them well away when he left her throbbing mounds and trailed his moistly parted lips and darting tongue lower. She didn't squirm her body very much, either. She wanted to show she could exercise some control over her desires, and the sex she'd had with him earlier helped her do just that.

He licked her rib cage, one hand remaining to palm and massage a spiked breast. The fingers of his other hand trailed down and gently plucked at her cunt hairs. Kissing and tonguing, he made his way to her navel. He jabbed his tongue around and in the shallow indentation, his fingers running lightly over her moist pussy lips.

Leaving her belly button, the flat of his tongue licked every square inch of her flat, trembling stomach. Her entire body was beginning to feel like one big erogenous zone. It was amazing as to just how much of the smooth surface of her body reacted to the touch of his lips and tongue with feelings of sexual pleasure. She soon began squirming heatedly, despite her efforts to remain comparatively cool and calm while her darling father lovingly bestowed lavish oral attentions upon her feverish flesh.

By the time Stacy's father had tongued his way down to her inner thighs, skirting around her pubic hairs and twitching cunt, she was more than ready for him to go down on her. He went lower, though. He worked his way down along one leg and began nibbling at her toes. She liked that sensation very much.

He went over to her other foot, nipped at her toes with his lips, then worked his way up that long leg to her crotch. He then surprised her by flipping her over on her stomach. He licked her legs, all the way down one and up the other, while his fingers caressed her buttocks.

Planting a wet kiss on each asscheek, he then straddled her again. He kissed and licked the back of her neck and her shoulders. She was really squirming passionately by then, thinking when he'd said tongue bath he'd really meant tongue bath. While he was licking down along her spine, and walking backward on his knees, his caressing hands molded the sides of her body.

He tugged at her hips until her ass was hiked high in the air. She gasped as he licked up through the crack of her ass. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide with his fingers and jabbed the tip of his tongue against her puckered anus. She managed to relax enough for him to get all of two inches of his hot, slippery tongue into her asshole. He tongue-fucked the tight, twitching tunnel until she thought she was going to melt and cream before he even got around to tonguing her tingling cunt.