"That's Jim Morgan's daughter!" he said loudly.
"And the other one's Betty Evans," the other man said. "Bob's daughter!"
"Don't get your asses in an uproar," Betty said calmly; "We know you're swappers. Just as we know our parents are here somewhere. We've seen them fucking, sucking, and all the rest while peeking at other parties. They don't know about us knowing, so if you'll just forget about seeing us we'll breeze on out of here and that'll be the end of it."
The clothed man stood with his back against the door, as if to prevent escape, and the four naked people put their heads together and whispered excitedly. Stacy decided they were all well-preserved, considering they were getting along in years. Neither pair of breasts sagged very much, and the men's bodies looked firm and strong. Their limp cocks looked as if they might be as long as eight inches in an erect state.
Finally, the whispering stopped and the four looked at Stacy and Betty. The second woman, speaking for the first time, wanted to know if they were virgins. Betty laughed and said she was willing to prove she'd been around by having any kind of sex they wanted right then.
"Stacy and I both took on four young studs just yesterday!"
"We need some protection against the possibility of the two of you blabbing," the first woman said, meeting Stacy's eyes. "We're also worried by the thought of your parents becoming angry because you were brought into the house. We think we have a possible solution to our dilemma."
"Get on with it," one of the men said. "You aren't supposed to be making a speech on this awkward occasion!"
"Shut up, Oscar. Your father's in one of the bedrooms, Stacy. He's naked and blindfolded. We were getting ready to play a typical swappers' game, whereby he tries to guess the identity of his partner. In this case, it'd be two partners, of course. If you and Betty will perform with him, we won't call the police and have you prosecuted for trespassing."
Betty said, "You're bluffing with that last line of bullshit, but we'll go along with the idea, won't we, Stacy!"
Stacy, her heart pounding wildly, could only nod her head. Without further ado, one of the naked men, Oscar, escorted Stacy and Betty down a hallway. By the time they'd stopped at a closed door, the man's cock was thrusting stiffly. He grinned, pushed the door open, and motioned for them to enter.
As Betty and Stacy went into the large bedroom, Betty flicked the head of the man's hard cock with her forefinger. He gasped and took a step backward. Betty laughed low in her throat and closed the door in his face.
Stacy's father was near the middle of a huge bed. He was on his back. His big cock was limp and flopped back over on his flat stomach. There was a narrow strip of black cloth over his eyes and around his head.
Stacy walked over close to the bed and stood there looking at his cock and balls, her mouth dry, her legs trembling. Betty went around on the other side of the bed, and a quick glance told Stacy that Betty was also admiring the big cock and the sizable balls. There was a mirror in the ceiling, almost as big as the bed.
"I sense there's two women in here," Stacy's father said, breaking a long silence. "When I agreed to go along with this somewhat silly game I wasn't told there'd be more than one partner."
Stacy looked at Betty and Betty put her fingers to her lips. Stacy didn't want to talk any more than Betty did. She wanted to do all kinds of things with her handsome father, and with his big beautiful cock, and she'd worry about the possible consequences later.
Betty began getting out of her clothes, and Stacy started doing the same. Her father would soon find out for sure there were two females in the room with him, and she hoped she wouldn't have to fight Betty to get her share of the thrilling action. She almost wished she'd been sent into the bedroom alone. Even if Betty would be there to share her father's possible anger afterward.
"I still think our hostess is a little nutty for coming up with these silly games, but I'll have to admit I find this one strangely exciting."
Stacy and Betty had finished getting undressed. Betty winked at Stacy and got on the bed near Stacy's father's head. He reached up, felt around, and began fondling her big titties. She leaned her face over and kissed him on the mouth. Stacy knew Betty wanted to give her first crack at the big cock, but she wished she had all of her father all to herself. His mouth, his kisses, everything. She watched them kissing heatedly, obviously using their tongues, and felt a pang of jealousy. She felt even more jealous when she saw-his lovely cock lifting into an erection before she'd even touched it.
Telling herself she was being silly, and had no right to be jealous, Stacy got on the bed between her father's parted legs. She caressed his muscular thighs. They were smooth and warm to the touch. She was glad he didn't have much hair on his body. The blond bush didn't even extend very far on his belly. She grasped his big prick with one hand and felt it grow hard in her fist. God, but it was exciting to be touching her father so intimately! She could feel her cunt lips already becoming damp.
Stacy glanced up at the mirror. There were lights on an around the room. It was a little weird to sec everything reflected. She watched her fingers, and the big stiff shaft as she slowly moved her fist up and down on the hard, throbbing flesh. She looked back down, directly at the swollen knob. The glans was an attractive pink. The smell drifting up to her nostrils made her feel a little giddy. The big cock had to be all of nine inches long. Maybe even ten.
On a downward stroke, Stacy left her fingers wrapped around the thick base of the long, rigid rod. She leaned over and began licking the big knob. The taste seemed to be even better than the cocks she'd licked before. Not that there was really much of a taste, she thought, twirling her tongue around and around the sleek flesh. The basic blandness still surprised her.
She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the glans. She felt her father's ass lift from the mattress, driving a few inches of the shaft into her sucking mouth. His buttocks settled back down, but she followed, taking more of the truly wonderful cock, grabbing his heavy bans with her other hand.
She was actually sucking her father's big beautiful cock! The fact it was supposed to be forbidden to perform any kind of sex act with one's father seemed to give her even more thrilling pleasure. How could anything that felt so good, and seemed so right, be so bad? God, but she was glad things had worked out as they had! No matter what happened afterward, she'd treasure her memories forever and ever!
Stacy had started holding the thick base of the jutting prick with a thumb and forefinger, so as to get more into her greedily sucking mouth. The knob began striking the back of her mouth on each downward movement. She didn't think she could possibly take it all, but she just had to try.
She relaxed her throat muscles, as she'd learned to do with the four other cocks she'd sucked, and managed to take enough to make the soft pubic hairs tickle her nose. She wanted to feel and taste the sperm shooting into her mouth and down her throat, but she also wanted her father's big cock buried in her steaming cunt. There was Betty to think about, too. Betty would want, and maybe demand, a lot of the action.
While thinking about Betty, and taking her father's swollen cockhead deep into her throat, Stacy had her eyes closed. She began sucking only the crown, and looked to see what her father and Betty were doing. They were still kissing passionately, and her father was still fondling Betty's lovely titties. Deciding that even if her father was capable of lasting a long time, as she'd observed while peeking, he might need a little rest, Stacy removed her mouth and tongue from his saliva-coated tool.
Besides, she wanted to give him pleasure by licking his balls. She might even tongue his asshole. She didn't want to get her jaws to aching, either. As had happened late Saturday afternoon out at the lake. She was glad she'd had practice sucking and fucking. She had a better chance to make her father happy.