Chapter 6

More time had passed than Stacy had realized. Since there was school the next day, and Phil was afraid that his parents might come home a little early, they decided to call it quits after they'd all taken a turn in the bathroom.

Stacy would've gladly had more sex, but she didn't mention that fact- -realizing that Al and Phil were both pooped, anyway--and when she got home she went right to bed. Her parents weren't home, for which she was thankful, as she was afraid that they'd be able to take one look at her and be able to tell that she'd been sexing it up like crazy. She thought about the thrilling sexual experiences for a few minutes, discovered that she was sexually satisfied for the first time since she'd first started masturbating, and soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Stacy didn't feel guilty until the next day when she saw Betty during the lunch hour. She hadn't seen Al or Phil, and didn't happen to see them all during the day. Something about seeing Betty caused Stacy to feel guilty as hell. She impulsively confessed her feelings to Betty and Betty said it was probably natural to be a little upset.

Betty told Stacy she'd been high on sex, there'd been many firsts for her, and she was having second thoughts because of some of the stupid things she'd been taught.

"I think I know how to make you feel better about the whole deal, honey."

"How?" Stacy asked, hoping that Betty could make her feel better.

Betty said she'd heard her parents talking that morning. There was going to be a swap party that night where they could have a perfect view. She'd peeked there many times and had observed orgies.

"Maybe seeing how a bunch of married adults sex it up like crazy will make you realize you're far from being unique where your sexual desires are concerned, Stacy. Don't tell me you didn't have a great time last night."

Stacy said she guessed she'd just have to get used to what she'd become, and Betty told her she'd just changed from an innocent girl into an experienced woman.

"All females must change eventually, Stacy, so why don't you just consider yourself lucky for having the guts to do what you wanted to do? You will go with me to peek at the swappers tonight, won't you?"

Feeling better just from talking to Betty, Stacy said she was already looking forward to peeking that evening.

Stacy didn't have many guilty feelings during the rest of the day. She knew that she was gradually accepting what had happened, and what she'd enjoyed so very much, and she also knew that she wouldn't really change anything if she could.

Her mother and father went out that evening shortly after eight o'clock. A few minutes later she took off for Betty's house. Betty's parents weren't home. She invited Stacy in for a beer or a Coke, but Stacy declined, saying that she wasn't thirsty.

Actually, the little gleam she could see in Betty's dark eyes made Stacy a little nervous. She'd sensed before that Betty wanted to have sex with her, but she didn't think she was ready to try the gay stuff. She didn't think she'd ever want to try the aggressive role and she didn't want to chance losing Betty's friendship by getting into a situation where she'd have to refuse. She'd also decided that she'd better not have anything to do with Betty's pony. That was a little too far out, in her opinion, and she didn't even want to watch Betty making it with Pee-wee again.

Stacy and Betty were again dressed in sweaters and jeans. Betty had also told Stacy to wear tennis shoes and to be ready to do some climbing. The big home where the sex party was being tossed was about a mile from Betty's home. They made it there without incident and without much talking. Stacy felt that Betty was being unusually quiet, but she figured that was because she'd turned down the invitation to enter and have a drink. She decided that if Betty came right out and asked for some sex action she'd at least let the pretty girl go down on her. She'd read that just about everybody had some kind of homosexual experiences at some time or other.

There were quite a few cars in the parking area near the house. Betty took Stacy's hand as they cautiously approached and said that she would qualify as a cat burglar or some damn thing because of the fact that she'd done so much prowling while spying on the swappers.

There were quite a felt cars in the parking area near the house. There was a double carport attached to one side of the house. Betty led Stacy to a tree in back of the carport. Stacy watched Betty easily climb the tree, using the branches that were growing fairly close together, and then didn't have much trouble joining Betty on the almost flat roof.

Betty got down and crawled to a window from which light was shining. Stacy got down on her hands and knees and followed, soon finding that by getting flat on her stomach she had a perfect view, looking down into a big room.

"Isn't this great, Stacy? We don't even have to be all that quiet. The people down there can't hear us with the window closed, and I don't think we could be seen even if somebody happened to look up here. I think this is just a pane of glass to let light in, really, and I've finger- fucked myself many times while watching the action down there!"

There looked to be at least ten couples, all naked, some fucking or sucking, and they were just a bunch of naked bodies at first. Then Stacy failed to suppress a little gasp as she recognized her own mother and father. They were sitting on one of several couches, side by side, both naked. They weren't doing anything, just watching some of the sexually active couples, obviously with great interest and excitement, and her father's cock was thrusting stiffly. It had to be all of nine inches long!

"My parents are also down there," Betty said. "My mother's over there on the far side of the room, down on the carpet, being fucked by the guy with red hair. There's my father on the couch to the right fucking that blonde. You know my folks, but I just thought I'd remind you they're also swappers."

When Stacy remained silent, Betty went on to tell that she'd been sure Stacy's parents would be at the party. She said she'd seen them at many swinging parties and she'd thought it might help Stacy to accept her desires if she saw her own parents in action.

"Remember when I told you the other night while we were peeking that adults, and people in general, tend to behave pretty much the same with their clothes off? I wanted to tell you then about your parents being swappers, but I was afraid you might not believe me. Maybe I shouldn't've let you find out like this, but since I did I hope you aren't angry with me."

"Why should I be angry?" Stacy asked, her eyes going back to her father's big poking prick after glancing at Betty's mother being fucked, then at Betty's father fucking the beautiful blonde.

She'd been shocked and surprised, and just a little sick to her stomach, when she'd first seen her own parents, but she was already adjusting to the unexpected situation. After all, she told herself, her parents had a right to live as they wished to live. They sure as hell couldn't say much about her if they found out about her sexing it up. And, by God, she was really going to have herself a sexy good time from then on!

Two naked women were standing at a portable bar. Stacy noticed them when they finished their drinks and swayed over to her father and mother. They were attractive, very well-stacked, looked to be in their late twenties, and their breasts jiggled as they moved the short distance. Stacy was surprised because her mother didn't have a glass in her hand.

One of the females dropped to her knees between Stacy's father's muscular legs and began caressing his erect cock; the other one got down between Stacy's mother's lovely legs and began caressing the furry mound. Stacy felt the heat building and spreading from her own loins.

Betty told Stacy her father really had a beautiful cock. Stacy silently agreed. She also agreed when Betty said her father was very handsome, and her mother was very lovely.

"Not that I don't feel the same way about my parents, Stacy. They're both very well-preserved, and my Dad has about eight inches of lovely cock. I'll bet your father's is at least nine inches right now. I've seen him use it many times and he's really a long-lasting stud. Just as my Dad is."

Stacy had always been proud of the way her parents looked. At forty a person wasn't exactly over the hill, but her mother and father could both pass for being much younger. She was suddenly glad they were swappers. She wanted them to enjoy life, it was nice to discover they were seemingly happy in a sexual way, and there was also the fact she felt more free to indulge in her own desires and lustful wishes now that she knew their secret.

The woman kept the fingers of one hand clasped around Stacy's father's long shaft, leaned over, and began licking the big knob. The other woman buried her face between Stacy's mother's thighs and Stacy could see the passion registering on her mother's pretty face. Her mother had also put both hands on the bobbing head.

There wasn't really much to see when cunnilingus was being performed, Stacy thought. But since she'd experienced the joy of having her cunt and clit lapped and sucked--by two males--she could easily imagine just how much pleasure her mother was receiving from the intimate oral act. She remembered reading somewhere that a female could actually give another female greater pleasure in that fashion. Which made sense, as a female would naturally understand to a greater degree exactly what felt the best.

Stacy found herself spending most of the time watching her father and what was being done to his lovely poking prick. The pleasure he was experiencing was also registering on his handsome face. She felt that her wild thoughts were terribly wicked, but she couldn't keep from thinking that she'd like to be kneeling between her father's legs and paying homage to his giant cock!

"My father's about to get his gun!" Betty exclaimed. "Look at him hump that chick!"

Stacy pulled her eyes from her own father's thrusting cock and the tongue that was twirling around the swollen glans. Betty's father was furiously pounding his cock in and out of the bucking woman's cunt and their mouths were glued together. He suddenly tensed and Stacy knew that the sperm was spraying the innermost recesses of the cunt that was undoubtedly melting and giving out with secretions of its own.

A young woman was sitting on a straight-back chair nearby. She was playing with her own titties. As soon as Betty's father pulled his limp cock from the woman he'd just fucked, and flopped over on his back, the "watcher" quickly dropped her hands from her own jutting breasts and slipped down and began licking the cunt juices from his soft prick.

As soon as she'd finished that seemingly pleasant task she moved over and began going down on the woman with the sperm-filled pussy. Stacy was fascinated by that act, thinking that the greedy female was really a sperm-happy wanton.