Frank Gavin
Animal farm

CHAPTER ONE

"Look at the cock on Mister Anderson!" Betty whispered excitedly. "It must be all of ten inches!"

"I'm looking," Rod said, remembering to keep his voice low. His own cock had started stiffening as soon as he and his sister had started peeking. Now it was hard and throbbing, it's almost eight inch length straining against his shorts and pants. "Mom won't have any problem taking his big dick though. Hell, Dad has at least eight inches."

"We'll go see if we can spot Dad and his partner later," Betty said softly. "God, I'm steaming already!"

"Just don't get excited enough to make a lot of noise," Rod said, his eyes fixed upon the nude bodies in the bedroom.

The bed was on the other side of the room, away from the window they were peeking through, but they had a perfect view. Earlier they'd made sure that the shade was raised a couple of inches and fortunately their mother hadn't noticed. Rod hoped that their luck held out.

Cliff Anderson was a teacher at the high school Rod and Betty attended and had been to the swapping parties with his pretty wife before, but they hadn't seen him in action. And they still hadn't, Rod thought, since the very muscular young man had only just finished undressing and was sitting on the side of the bed watching Rod's mother stripping.

Rod and Betty had seen their mother naked and in action many times. She was something of a sex-nut once she got her clothes off and was within sucking distance of a hard cock. Or a soft cock, for that matter. They'd seen her use her mouth, tongue, fingers, and various other parts of her shapely body to arouse men for the erotic activities she seemed to crave so much.

The teacher, who was about thirty, was already aroused enough. Maybe too much, Rod thought, seeing the big, stiff cock give a couple of little jerks. It'd be a joke on Mr. Anderson if he got his gun off even before he got his hands on the lovely female flesh being revealed to his eyes.

Rod and Betty were both proud of the way their mother looked – in or out of clothes. She was a tall blonde with rather dark skin. She moved gracefully and had a very pretty face and a beautiful body. She was nicely rounded even though quite slender, and her breasts were big, perfectly round mounds, with quite large nipples. Her legs were long and shapely and her firm buttocks jiggled delightfully when she walked. Her pubic hairs were short and curly and were just as blonde as the hair on her head. She was thirty-six and looked ten years younger.

Rod, watching as his naked mother swayed over and dropped to her knees before the big man and his big cock, remembered the first time he'd seen her going down on a man. He'd been shocked and just a little disgusted because his mother had done such a thing. He'd soon adjusted to the fact that his mother was a cocksucker, though, and had accepted that along with everything he'd observed at the swap club parties.

Now, as his lovely mother grasped the base of the poking prick with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, and cupped the heavy balls with her other hand, Rod was ashamed of the crazy thoughts that had popped into his feverish mind. He shouldn't be thinking about how wonderful it'd be to feel his own mother's mouth on his cock!

Her tongue flicked out against the big knob and Mr. Anderson put his hands on her shoulders. She snuggled in a little closer between his legs and licked around and around the swollen glans. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the crown. Her cheeks bulged with the hard male meat and Rod felt his own hard cock jerk against his clothes.

Mr. Anderson entangled his fingers in the blonde hair and scooted his naked ass out closer to the edge of the bed. That movement shoved almost half his rigid shaft into her sucking mouth. She took even more down her throat for a second and then began moving her greedy mouth forward and backward on the stiff prick.

"That's our hypocritical Mom," Betty whispered, letting out a soft low laugh. "She'd shit if she knew that we know the truth about her and Dad!"

Rod agreed with his lovely young sister, but he didn't say anything. His mother had pulled her mouth from the glistening cock and was getting to her feet. He figured that Mr. Anderson would taste the blonde pussy before fucking it – he knew that he would – and he himself was fighting the urge to tell Betty to get down and blow him right then and there.

"He's going to eat her," Betty said softly. "He isn't even going to take the time to suck on her titties first."

Their mother had gotten on the bed, on her back, her knees raised and widely parted, and the teacher had started right out kissing her inner thighs. His big hands were gripping her rounded hips and his ass was lifted high in the air. Rod had thought they might go into the sixty-nine position – he felt that he might do so under the same circumstances. Yes, damnit, he would have sex with his lovely mother if he had the chance! And he'd bet Betty would gladly make it with their handsome horny father if she had the chance.

"Look at that teacher eat that pussy, Rod! We should be able to figure out some way to profit by what we're seeing now. I'm not going to fail history, that's for sure!"

"Not so loud," Rod cautioned. "Blackmail's out because he wouldn't hesitate about telling Mom and Dad. Besides, you get good marks, anyhow."

"I wasn't really thinking about blackmail," Betty whispered. "I hear he's going to be in charge of that new Four-H program they're starting at school and we could join the class and maybe find out more about him and his wife that way."

"We aren't farmers!"

"Now you're getting a little loud," Betty cautioned. "We don't have to be farmers to get into the Four-H program. It might be interesting. One of my girl friends lives on a farm and she told me that I'd get a bang out of watching the animals fuck."

"You'd get a bang out of anything having to do with sex," Rod said, patting his sister's firm ass. "I don't know if I can wait until we get back to Grandma's house or not."

Betty put her hand on his stiff cock and squeezed it through his clothes. "Don't waste your jism, man! I'll take a chance on being seen and blow you right here if you don't think you can wait!"

Rod saw that his mother was about to climax. She'd been fondling and squeezing her own breasts and she'd now out her hands on Mr. Anderson's bobbing head. Her fingers were digging into his scalp and her ass was wriggling against the mattress. Her pretty features were contorted with passion, her eyes were tightly closed, and her lips were parted.

He knew that his sister wanted to see their mother getting fucked, so he pushed her fingers from his throbbing cock and told her that he could wait. The house was well back from the street, and the neighboring houses weren't very close, but there was always the chance that they'd be seen. He also preferred to save himself for later when they could take the opportunity to have their sexual fun and pleasure on a bed.

Lifting his face, licking his wet lips and grinning, Mr. Anderson walked on his knees until his thrusting prick was aimed at the blonde crotch. He waited for her long finger to do the guiding and then slowly lowered himself until his big cock was buried balls-deep.

He lowered his broad chest down against her poking breasts and slipped his hands down and under and grabbed her writhing buttocks. Seeing his mother pull Mr. Anderson's wet lips to her open mouth, Rod wondered if her cunt juices would taste anything like Betty's tangy sweet secretions.

Betty had grabbed his cock again and he didn't try to push her squeezing and stroking fingers away. He thought about tugging the throbbing flesh and muscle out into the open for her and as he made up his mind to do just that Betty dropped down and moved her hand to the top of his pants zipper.

They'd been stooping, holding onto the window sill as they peeked, and Rod moved his feet back on the grass so as to make his pulsing prick more accessible. He knew that his lovely sister was really steaming, as she enjoyed watching their beautiful mother being fucked, but he didn't do anything to help her out. He wanted to keep on watching the exciting erotic scene, and he knew, anyway, that Betty wouldn't hesitate about telling him if she wanted to be fucked, sucked, or fingered right then and there.

Betty quickly got his stiff cock out into the open. She wrapped her fingers around the hot shaft and stroked her hand up and down a couple of times, sliding the loose sheath of skin over the core of hard meat. Then she pushed her hand down to the base of his cock, pulling the skin back and causing his purple cock knob to pop out. She licked the swollen glans a few times and then engulfed the big knob with her mouth.

Rod gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the window sill as the wonderful sensations of his sister's hot mouth encompassing his throbbing cockhead sent his passion soaring even higher.

Watching his mother being fucked by the handsome Mr. Anderson while his sister sucked his own cock really turned Rod on. He began making little hunching movements, pushing his prick a little deeper into Betty's greedily sucking mouth each time, and she willingly accepted more and more of the stiff shaft.

Rod hadn't been cheated in the pecker department. He was only sixteen and he already had over seven inches. And right then his fifteen-year-old sister was taking just about all of the throbbing length of cock into her mouth and down her throat. He could feel her throat muscles working around the glans each time she pushed her face forward and buried her nose in his pubic hairs.

Betty didn't know it, of course, but she was moving her sucking mouth forward and backward on his cock in practically the same rhythm as Mr. Anderson was pronging their sexy mother, Norma. He'd often thought of his sexy mother by her first name since he'd first seen her sexing it up at one of the swapping parties. He'd caught himself just in time on many occasions to keep from calling her Norma to her face during the past year or so. And Betty had mentioned that she'd had the same problem when around their father, Bill.

He guessed he'd seen his mother doing just about everything there was to do of a sexual nature with a partner or partners, female as well as male. He'd even seen her finger-fucking herself while temporarily without as partner.

At first, he'd beat his meat while peeking during the many sex parties his parents had tossed at their home. Then, after several weeks, unable to keep the secret any longer, he'd told Betty about sneaking back to the house and observing the erotic activities and acrobatics.

His sister hadn't believed him at first. And he didn't blame her. Around them their parents were straight-laced and puritanical where anything having to do with sex was concerned it was still sometimes difficult for him to believe that they were actually such sex nuts.

Rod had to believe his eyes, though, and Betty did, too. She had been the first to suggest that they should also start enjoying themselves in a sexual way. Together. She'd admitted to masturbating – and had told him that she knew damned well that he was jacking himself off after he admitted that he'd never fucked a girl.

Betty had never had sex with anybody, either, and after they'd peeked at the fucking and sucking at the sex party together she'd sucked Rod's cock. That'd really felt great, and she claimed that she'd enjoyed the experience, even if she had choked and gagged on his spurting jism.

Pulling away from his gushing cock, she'd dashed to the bathroom to wash her mouth out, and he'd had to finish himself off with his hand. Later that same night, though, she'd sucked him off again and swallowed every last drop of his semen. He'd been finger-fucking her hot pussy at the time, another exciting first for him, and he'd questioned her about her lack of a cherry. She'd laughed and said that she'd punctured that useless piece of skin with her fingers long before.

They'd tried everything during the following few days and nights, whenever they'd gotten a chance, eagerly imitating the various sexual acts they'd seen performed at the swapping parties.

The first time Rod had fucked her they'd both gone almost out of their minds, the pleasure being so sensationally thrilling. They'd both enjoyed it immensely the first time he went down on her, too. He'd discovered her clitoris while finger-fucking her and when he'd lapped and sucked that stiff and slippery passion-button she'd climaxed like crazy. She'd even learned to enjoy being corn-holed. He liked that form of fucking, but the terrific heat and tightness usually caused him to shoot off faster than he wanted to. He liked the blissful minutes leading up to the few moments of ecstatic spurting just about as much as he did the actual ejaculation.

Rod felt the tingling in his balls that meant that the jism would soon be racing through his throbbing cock and flooding Betty's mouth and throat. He glanced down and saw that she'd slipped one hand up under her dress and was frigging herself. He would've gladly performed that pleasant task – or fucked her or sucked her for that matter – but he knew that she would've told him if she'd wanted help.

He could see that Mr. Anderson was pounding faster, obviously caught up in his drive toward a spurting finish. It seemed to Rod that his wildly wriggling mother had already climaxed at least twice, but he knew that she was going for another orgasm. She had her legs wrapped around Mr. Anderson's waist and as she hunched along with each powerful thrust she clawed his back and shoulders with her hands. His finger were gripping her racing hips and their mouths were glued together in what had to be a torrid French kiss.

Rod saw Mr. Anderson tense, then shudder violently, and at the same time his own cock jerked spasmodically and sprayed Betty's tonsils with hot jism. He made little hunching movements as his sister continued to suck greedily while swallowing the thick and sticky cream she liked so very much.

His mother and the history teacher collapsed just as Betty was draining the last drop of sperm from his rapidly softening cock. She let Rod's limber dick slip from her mouth at the same time as Mr. Anderson flopped over on his back, his big cock limp and glistening under the overhead light.

Betty had pulled her finger from her cunt. Rod knew that she'd climaxed. There was enough light for him to tell that by the satisfied look on her pretty face. He helped her to her feet and accepted her passionate kiss. He'd tasted his sperm on her lips before. She pulled her mouth and tongue from his and looked in the window. He saw that their mother was swinging from the bed, a towel clutched between her legs.

"I guess Mr. Anderson really gave Mom a good fuck," Betty whispered.

"He did that," Rod said, lifting his sister's wet finger to his lips. He took the digit into his mouth and sucked, enjoying the taste of her cuntal juices. "Are you ready to go to Grandma's house?"

Before Betty could answer another couple entered the bedroom. They'd seen the man and woman before, but they didn't know their names. The woman was short and had red hair. She had big titties and look to be about twenty-five. The man was also short and looked as if he might be pushing forty. He had dark hair and his cock didn't look to be over five inches long when thrusting stiffly – as it was doing by the time they were both naked.

They didn't kiss or embrace and the woman got down on her hands and knees on the thick carpet on the floor. As the window was down, Rod and Betty couldn't hear any sounds, but that didn't detract all that much from their enjoyment. They'd both become devotees of voyeurism and they had a good idea as to what was being said – and they'd made similar sounds themselves.

The man got down behind the woman and began kissing and licking her full buttocks. She leaned over and rested the side of her face on her forearms. That tilted her ass at a better angle for his lavish oral attentions and it was easy to see that he was licking her puckered asshole as well as her gaping cunt.

The woman thrust her ass backward and swayed it around in quick little movements. The man jabbed his tongue against her anus and then seemingly got an inch or so of his oral instrument into her asshole. The woman's pleasure registered on her attractive features as the man tongued her bunghole. Rod had done that to Betty, mostly to give her pleasure, as he didn't get such a big bang out of the intimate act. Betty also performed analingus on him. He really liked the sensation and she seemed to really enjoy doing it.

After tonguing the woman's anus for a couple of minutes, the man went lower and tongued her glistening cunt for a minute or two. She squirmed heatedly and Rod and Betty both got sexy-hot again from watching. But they didn't touch each other, as they wanted to wait until they could be naked before indulging in any more sexual activities.

The man finally stopped lapping and sucking and got into position to make the penetration with his poking prick. They could tell that he'd shoved his cock into her pussy when the stiff shaft went in and disappeared so quickly and easily.

His upper body remained upright. With his hands on her rounded hips, he began making deep thrusts, pulling back until only the swollen cockhead remained embedded. The woman moved along with his powerful strokes and again Rod and Betty could see her features contorted with the pleasure she was experiencing. There was also a blissful expression on the man's face.

He fucked her for two or three minutes, sending her soaring through at least two climaxes, and he didn't seem anywhere near his own spurting finish. Rod and Betty weren't surprised when the man finally pulled his hard cock out and jammed the blunt end against the anal opening. The swollen glans and the shaft glistened because of the liberal amount of cunt juices.

Rod had already decided that the man was a long-lasting stud; now he decided that the end would come soon after the corn holing started. Unless the man had already had a great deal of sex, of course. Sometimes Rod had been able to last a long time while fucking Betty in her hot and tight rectum when he'd shot off two or three times just previous to plugging her bunghole.

At first Rod had used a lubricant when fucking Betty in the ass, but later he'd started going about the act much the same way as the man was doing. The man pulled back on the woman's hips as he applied pressure against her asshole. The woman had her eyes tightly closed and was gritting her teeth. Rod had often wondered why a female would be willing to suffer such pain, but Betty had assured him that the eventual pleasure was well worth the initial pain involved.

The knob slipped in and the man stopped pushing. Then, after the woman had apparently relaxed enough, he slowly shoved his cock on in until it was buried to the hilt. He lowered his upper body, curving himself around the woman's buttocks and back and grabbed a hanging breast with each hand.

He started slow in-and-almost-out strokes while squeezing the big titties and she moved along with him. Soon he began humping faster, really pouring the meat to her, and she wriggled her ass and hunched along with the faster pace.

He slipped one hand back to her crotch, her cunt, and Rod knew that he was stimulating her clit. That was what he would've done, at least.

"I think I want to be reamed like that tonight," Betty whispered. "After you give my pussy a good pronging, of course!"

"Of course," Rod said just as softly. "But before I do either one I'm going to fuck you with my tongue! I'm going to lap and suck your clit until you cream like crazy and then I'm going to fuck you in both holes until you can't walk!"

"Keep on talking like that and I'll insist that you do all those wonderful things right here and now!"

Rod put his arm around Betty's narrow waist and pulled her close. All he had to do at any time to turn his sister on was just talk about sex. He often talked to her in such a manner when there wasn't a chance for them to fuck or suck just to see her rush to the bathroom or some other private place to masturbate. He'd read that most females didn't reach their full potential as far as sex was concerned until they were around thirty and he figured that his hot-ass young sister had to be the exception to the rule.

They watched the man sag weakly over the woman's back after he'd dumped his load in her dark and tight tunnel, then they moved away from the window. They circled the house, but could find no other places to peek. The heavy drapes were drawn over the living-room windows and all the other windows in the large ranch-style house, including those in their own bedrooms.

It was in the middle of the week so there weren't all that many swappers at the sex party. They only saw four cars, besides the two belonging to their parents, and on some Friday and Saturday nights they'd counted as many as ten cars parked on the street and in the double driveway.

A few times the drapes had been parted just enough for them to see into the large living room. They'd thrilled to the sight of naked couples and even groups sexing it up together – and they'd observed regular orgies in one or more of the bedrooms from time to time.

It was shortly after eleven and there was school the next day so they hurried to their grandma's house – where their father had taken them earlier that evening. Their grandma had given birth to their father quite late in life, he was thirty-seven and she was in her seventies.

She was active enough to live alone, and had been doing so since becoming a widow about ten years before. She stayed home most of the time, watching television from early morning until late at night, and Rod and Betty had no trouble slipping in and out of the big two-story house after telling her good night and going upstairs to the rooms assigned to them.

They'd managed to get a key nobody knew they had and they thought it a great joke on their hypocritical parents that the two bedrooms had an adjoining bath. They never actually slept together, as there was always the chance that their kindly grandmother would come upstairs to check on them, but they were always glad when their mother and father had a swapping party. That meant they'd have a good chance to see some erotic sights – they had failed to find a spot from which to peek a few times – and they could also have the sex they enjoyed so much without worrying all that much about being caught.

They only had to walk about a mile, and there was only one thing that caused then to have to exercise a certain amount of caution on the way. They weren't afraid of prowlers, but they were afraid of being mistaken for prowlers by the residents and by the police.

It was an upper middle-class residential neighborhood and police patrol cars patrolled the area regularly. There were plenty of trees to duck behind, however, and they'd never been spotted by the police or questioned, and as far as they knew had never been reported by nervous homeowners.

They made it to their grandma's without mishap, and then into the house and up the stairs. The nice old lady was still watching television. Rod wondered, as he often had, what she'd say if she knew what kind of a family her son had. But then he thought she might've been a swinger or a swapper in her day, too. She was still a nice-looking woman and he'd seen pictures that proved she'd been a well-stacked beauty in her younger days.

Betty had the figure of a grown woman – as so many young girls did. She had brown hair and eyes, as he and their father had, and her breasts were already bigger than her mother's twin beauties. She had a beautiful body, really, and even though she wasn't very tall her legs were long and lovely.

Just thinking about the fun and pleasure he'd soon be sharing with his lovely sister forced Rod's cock into an intense erection well before they were safely upstairs and out of their clothes.