Chapter 7

While Stacy was getting dressed she noticed that Betty spent more time looking at her than through the window. As soon as Stacy had her panties and jeans and tennis shoes on, Betty started for the edge of the roof and the tree. Stacy followed without peeking at the swappers again.

Vicarious thrills were fine, and they gave a lot of pleasure, but the real thing was far better. Besides, she told herself, if she looked at her horny stud of a father and his big cock much longer she might become nutty enough to go down and try to join the swapping party.

She didn't really think that she'd do such a rash thing, and she didn't intend to let her parents know that she knew about their secret life--supposedly secret where she was concerned, anyway--but she did have some more exciting thoughts about how she'd like to get a crack at her father's cock.

Stacy and Betty jogged without speaking until they got to Betty's house Betty then jokingly said she was so thirsty she and Pee-wee would both just have to wait while she had a beer. Stacy said she'd take a beer, then went to a downstairs bathroom while Betty went to the kitchen.

Pushing her jeans and panties down around her knees, Stacy cleaned her crotch at the wash basin. Feeling refreshed but still horny when they were in the living room drinking beer, Stacy told Betty seeing her mother and father in action had helped her get over her feelings of shame and guilt

Saying she was glad her plan had worked out, Betty then wanted to know if Stacy was upset because of the sex they'd had. Stacy said she wasn't, and was glad she'd learned to enjoy still another sex act.

They were still standing, each sipping from a can of beer. Betty said she'd like to go down on Stacy again, right there, with all their clothes off, before she went out to make it with the pony. Stacy said she liked the idea very much.

"Great! Take your clothes off and I'll be right back. I did cream my panties, you know, and I feel sticky down there."

Stacy was naked and trembling with anticipation when Betty returned. Betty was also naked. Stacy had finished her beer, and Betty had gotten rid of her can. They stared at each other for a moment, then Stacy silently dropped to the thick, soft carpet.

Betty just as silently followed, her mouth and tongue going to one of Stacy's breasts, one of her hands cupping Stacy's furry mound. Stacy's nipple jumped to attention under Betty's jabbing tongue and sucking mouth. Little electric-like shocks of pleasure darted down to her cunt even before Betty's finger invaded that quivering hot box.

Going over to Stacy's other spiked tit, Betty feasted just as greedily on that throbbing mound as she slowly finger-fucked Stacy's clasping and clinging cunt. Stacy squirmed heatedly, rotating her ass on the carpet as her passion soared.

Soon Betty began kissing and tonguing her way down across Stacy's trembling belly, tracing intricate little designs with her moistly parted lips and darting tongue. Her hands roamed all over Stacy's feverish flesh, finally moving around and under and clasping Stacy's wriggling buttocks.

Betty licked right on down through Stacy's curly blonde pubic hairs. Stacy spread her legs wider and lurched upward as Betty's hot tongue slithered between her equally hot cuntal lips. As Betty's tongue darted deep and twirled around and around in Stacy's quivering gash, Stacy hazily thought that she'd just about have to tongue Betty's twat. It was only right that she should return the favor. It wasn't fair to take and not give.

Stacy gasped as Betty's tongue made contact with her erect clitoris. As the gentle lapping began, which felt like butterfly wings fluttering against her unhooded organ, the soft lips got in on the delightful act. Stacy gave herself over completely to the joy of having her passion-button lapped and sucked.

Her hips raced with the glory of it; her fingers entangled in the silky-soft hair; her fingernails dug into the bobbing scalp. And she felt it happening, let it happen, soaring higher and higher, hanging there at the top, shuddering violently, exploding blindingly, all the while hearing her own soft cries of all- consuming pleasure echoing about the room.

When Stacy sagged limply, Betty lifted her face, her lips glistening with saliva and cunt juices. "Are you ready?" Betty asked softly.

Stacy understood. "Yes," she said, meaning it as much as she'd ever meant anything in her life.

Betty got on her back, her big breasts jutting majestically, her eyes closed, her lovely legs parted invitingly. Stacy decided that she'd start at the thrusting titties. She had an almost overpowering urge to return all the wonderful favors Betty had given her.

Getting on her hands and knees, Stacy straddled Betty's lovely nakedness, her face suspended inches above the big mounds of firm flesh. She leaned over and licked an already stiffened nipple. She balanced on one hand and arm and took the erect nipple between her lips. She began sucking, taking some of the surrounding sleek flesh into her mouth, enjoying the sensation, but mostly thrilling to the fact she was giving Betty great pleasure.

Soon Stacy moved her mouth and tongue over to Betty's other big, taut-tipped breast. She tongued and sucked that magnificent mound just as greedily, not minding it at all when she felt Betty's fingers entangling in her hair. Betty was squirming by then. Stacy was suddenly anxious to find out if she'd enjoy lapping a cunt as much as she enjoyed sucking a cock. She trailed on down to find out.

Stacy was surprised when Betty removed her fingers from her hair and her head. She sensed that Betty didn't want to put any pressure on her in case she decided she couldn't go through with it. Stacy did hesitate when she got to Betty's dark crotch, her mouth only inches above the moist cuntal lips. The delectable fragrance really turned her on, and a mental picture of her mother eating pussy flicked through her feverish mind as she lowered her mouth to the soft, warm slit.

Kissing, as she'd had her own pussy kissed, Stacy licked the flat of her tongue up between the hot lips, remembering how she'd been done by Betty--and the two young men. She shoved her tongue into the hot, wet hole. Her first thought was that the taste wasn't bad at all. The vaginal fluids tasted both sweet and salty.

Betty had spread her legs wide. Stacy used her thumbs to pull the cuntal lips far apart so she could lick deep inside the succulent twat. She swabbed the folds of flesh in the manner she liked to have her own swabbed. Betty's ass was squirming against the carpet, and soft little moans were drifting down to Stacy's ears.

Stacy moved her tongue until she made contact with Betty's clitoris. That bud-shaped organ was stiffly erect. Stacy began lapping the elongated passion-button, again doing as she'd been done, thinking dimly it was like lapping at a mini-pecker. She burrowed deep enough to get her lips around the slippery clit and began sucking. She also moved her hands around and under and grasped Betty's wriggling ass. The flesh was firm and sleek.

Feeling Betty's fingers return to her hair, her head, Stacy sensed Betty would be melting into an orgasm very soon. She quickened the tempo of her lapping and sucking, experiencing almost the same sense of power she'd felt while blowing Al and Phil. The fact she was giving such great pleasure gave her most of her pleasure, even though something about performing cunnilingus had her balanced right on the brink of a climax.

She was glad when she heard Betty tell her to twist herself around. She did so, walking around on her knees without breaking contact with Betty's clit, and soon she was thrilling to a sensational sixty-nine. She lurched and wriggled through a spasmodic orgasm at the same time Betty spasmed. And when they pulled apart, and Betty turned around and mashed her wet mouth to hers, she returned the passionate, tongue-probing kiss without the slightest bit of shame, guilt, or embarrassment.

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Stacy?"

"It was great," Stacy said, meeting Betty's dark, smoldering eyes. "I'm happy to report I'd prefer a cock, though."

"Me, too," Betty said. "And there's one waiting out in the barn!"

"I was thinking of a human cock," Stacy said. She smiled. "However, since I've tried just about everything else, I might as well go sample Pee-wee's big prick!"

They decided they wouldn't get dressed. Betty went upstairs and got two bathrobes for them to slip on while making the short trip to the small barn. Stacy left her clothes in the house, sure she'd be ready to go home before Betty's parents returned from the swapping party.

They took the robes off as soon as they were inside the barn with the light on and the door closed. Betty said she'd washed Pee-wee's cock late that afternoon. She then went on to say she would've ripped off a piece then if she hadn't been afraid of getting caught by her mother or father.

"I'm glad you're taking it so well about seeing your folks with the swappers, Stacy. I know it was a shock seeing them fucking and sucking."

"It really isn't any of my business how they live," Stacy said. "I'm not sure I liked the crazy thoughts that popped into my mind when I saw my father's big cock, though."

Betty climbed into the loft and began pitching hay down. She leaned on the pitchfork handle now and then, though, and talked while resting. She told Stacy she didn't think incest would be all that bad. She felt it was just another rule many people broke without any harmful effects. There was an old saying about how the thought was the same as the deed and if it were true she'd already tasted the forbidden fruit.

"Meaning, you aren't alone in having incestuous thoughts, Stacy. I know I'd like to make it with my father and I imagine if the truth were known he'd like to have sex with me."

Watching as Betty came down the ladder, Stacy said she thought she'd draw the line when it came to incest. She wasn't sure she was telling the truth, though.

"I'd like to make it with your father," Betty said. "And with your mother."

"Maybe it could be arranged, Betty. I don't think either one of them would turn you down if you just came right out and told them what you wanted."

"You can never be sure how people are going to react to anything," Betty said. "It's especially true where parents and their children are concerned. I'm afraid if I tried to put the make on either your father or your mother they might try and keep you from seeing me."