Cathy's friend was Betty Jo. And Betty Jo's friends were Cathy's friends. But sometimes Cathy wondered why all Betty's friends were boys with hot hands.
CHAPTER ONE
"Betty Jo, don't you dare ask him over!" Cathy said explosively. "You know we promised my folks we wouldn't have any boys over here while they were on vacation!"
"He not boys," Betty answered from over her shoulder. "He's just one boy. And your next door neighbor, at that. I'm going to ask him over. Heck, I want to have some fun while I'm staying here with you."
Betty was bent at the waist and looking out Cathy's bedroom window as she spoke. From the sound of her voice, from the way she was touching herself, she was clearly determined to pursue just exactly the kind of fun that Cathy's parents had warned the girls against before they left the house that morning. Her words were petulant, demanding. Her little white hands were fluttering and roving over her very round, very upturned bottom as she peered out under Cathy's window shade at Gary Benson, working hard with a shovel in his front yard.
Betty had already prompted Cathy to break one of the promises they made to Cathy's father.
"Keep out of our bedroom while we're gone!" Cathy's father had said.
But as soon as Cathy's mother and father departed, Betty Jo dragged Cathy into the master bedroom in search of the sexy movies and books which Betty said all grown-ups kept in their bedrooms.
The sixteen-year-old girls had not found any of those, but blonde Betty, the bolder of the pair, had found Cathy's mother's lingerie drawer. She had helped herself to its contents, ignoring Cathy's every protest, and finally getting Cathy to try on some of her mother's sexy undies, too. Cathy was therefore wearing her mother's blue shortie nightie and matching panties as she nervously sat on her bed, and Betty Jo's little hands were caressing her upturned bottom through a pair of Cathy's mother's lacy white panties as she cajoled her friend.
"Don't be such a chicken, Cathy. Gary won't try to do anything we don't want him to do. He's such a dopey guy. Heck, we can hold him down and sit on him and do anything we want to with him."
"like what?" Cathy asked skeptically, and was immediately sorry that she'd said anything at all. "Heck, I don't want to do anything with Gary."
"Well, I do!" said Betty, whirling about and facing her girl friend. "I want to have some fun with him."
Betty was always saying she wanted to have fun with boys. This time she looked like she meant it. She was wearing some of Cathy's mother's makeup as well as her lingerie. The glossy red lipstick on her plump, pouting lips and the green shadow on her glaring eyes gave her the look of an older, more determined girl who was used to having her way. The pink flush on her very fair skin, and the flaunting of her nubile and nearly nude body gave the impression she knew all there was to know about having fun with boys.
Betty's well-developed breasts completely filled the lace-edged white cups of her borrowed brassiere, and were deeply slit with a creamy-cleavage. The panties were tight on her slightly plump hips and clung even more tightly to the curve of her pubis disappearing down between her smoothly rounded thighs. She was a short, buxom girl whose feminine curves were still lightly padded with baby-fat, but in make-up and lacy lingerie she didn't look babyish at all.
Betty tossed back her short blonde curls and said, "Come on, let's get him over here and tease him till he creams in his shorts."
Cathy gasped and drew back on the bed away from the window, clasping her hands of her own thinly clad breasts, and said, "Betty Jo! What's got into you?"
"Not enough," said her girl friend. Lewdly she winked and reached down and gave her pussy a squeeze. Cathy gasped again as Betty giggled and said, "Let's get Gary over here and make him go down on us."
"Go ... down on us? Betty Jo, have you gone crazy?"
Betty had both hands squeezing at her crotch. She giggled and wriggled all over, squirming her pussy against her clasping hands, and said, "Why not? I hear it's the greatest. Even better than fucking. And lots better than diddling yourself with your finger. I'm going to call him over. His folks aren't home. And I'm gonna make him go down on both of us, right now!"
Betty started to lean out the open window. Cathy squealed and was up off the bed to drag her friend back, to get her hand over Betty Jo's mouth before she could shout at Gary in this utterly wild mood that had seized her. Betty turned in Cathy's hands, grinning devilishly, to counterattack. Cathy, taller and more slender than her friend, was quickly pushed back to sprawl giggling on the bed under the flurry of Betty Jo's tickling hands.
"Don't! Cut it out! I can't stand that!" Cathy cried. She was squirming in every direction, vainly trying to twist her extremely vulnerable body away from Betty's burrowing fingers. There was no escape from those fingers at all. Once Betty's ticklings had triggered Cathy's laughter, the slender brunette was all but helpless to defend herself.
Up under the little blue nightie went Betty Jo's fingers, to play over Cathy's ribs with wildly hilarious results. Cathy squealed and twisted beneath Betty's grinning assault, and Betty's brought forth still more squealing when they were tickling and tweaking Cathy's naked titties.
"Don't! Stop! I'm gonna wet my pants!" Cathy pleaded.
All Cathy gained from this plea was another tickling attack from her friend and an even wilder suggestion than before. One of Betty Jo's hands was plunged down into Cathy's crotch, and as Cathy whooped and squealed and giggled anew, Betty said, "Let's make him fuck us both! Let's make him stick his prick in us both-right there!"
"EEEK!" Betty Jo's stiffly probing finger made Cathy shriek and somehow squirm away. Cathy felt sweaty and tingling all over, and thoroughly shocked at her friend. She yanked down the nightie to cover her blushing pink titties and their very erectile nipples, and she quickly plucked at the crotch band of her mother's panties to get the sheer nylon out from between the cringing lips of her pussy. Still panting and panicked, she once again pleaded, "Betty Jo! What's got into you?"
Up on her knees on Cathy's rumpled bed, glaring defiantly down, the very cute blonde girl said, "Nothing except my finger, darn it, and it's about time something better did! I'm tired of just being a flirt and a tease! I want to start having some fun!"
"Betty, we promised my folks we'd be good!" Cathy protested.
Betty Jo just grinned. The teenager roved her hands over her skimpily clad body in a brazenly voluptuous manner, and said, "We can be good. We can be real good girls in bed."
She was up off the bed then, and going back to the window, her hips switching, her buttocks saucily bouncing. Cathy, still recovering from the very intimate tickling attack, could only cover her mouth and gaze through wide eyes.
Betty Jo bent over, leaning out the bedroom window and sweetly called, "Gary. Oh, Gary-y-y. Could you come to Cathy's front door?"
Cathy refused to go to the front room with Betty Jo to meet Gary. There was no way in the world she could let her neighbor and classmate at school see her in her mother's lingerie, and certainly no way she could do any fooling around with him.
Cathy's refusal didn't bother Betty Jo at all. The blonde girl just shrugged and sauntered off to open the front door for shy, quiet Gary and to surely scare him half to death.
Cathy got off the bed and scampered to her own bedroom and locked the door. She was sure Betty Jo wouldn't actually try to bring Gary in her bedroom. But then again, how could she be sure of any of Betty's actions now? Betty was acting crazy.
Cathy didn't understand. Betty had been thoughtful and moody for the past few days, and now that Cathy's parents had left them to take care of the house alone for the week, Betty had flipped out. She'd gone completely boy-crazy.
Cathy put her ear to the door, half expecting the sounds of her best friend being raped by her neighbor. All she could hear was the faint and infuriating sound of Betty's giggle. She quietly unlocked the door and peeped out through the hallway.
Cathy could see them from over the back the couch. Gary, typically wide-eyed and blinking, betty Jo, grinning like a cat and leaning untypically close to the perspiring, black-haired boy.
It really looked as if they were going to do something.
Even as Cathy watched, Betty leaned closer to Gary and brushed her carmined lips against his, whereupon Gary rolled his eyes toward heaven for help.
Cathy hurriedly straightened her disheveled nightie and brushed back her long brown hair and, not quite knowing if it was Betty Jo or Gary who needed her most, tiptoed out of her bedroom.
She paused in the hallway feeling like a Peeping Tom. Betty Jo was kissing Gary very warmly on the lips, and Gary was sitting on the couch, paralyzed. Cathy's heart was pounding hard beneath her firm young breasts, and her virginal pussy was clasped very tightly between her thighs. She took a hesitant step closer to the teenagers in the front room and cocked her head to hear.
Betty had taken her lips from Gary's slack mouth and murmured something through her feline smile. His face turned red. He looked down at himself, and Cathy sidled another step closer.
Betty's features were slightly flushed. But Gary's were crimson with embarrassment as Betty took his cheeks in her hands and spoke to him more sharply.
"Go ahead! My Gosh, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to see!" Cathy blushed too, now that she was close enough to hear.
Betty kissed Gary before he could answer. Very ardently this time, like they did in R-rated movies. But this was real, and it was happening between Cathy's best friend and the neighbor boy, in Cathy's front room. The sight of Betty in lace panties started unwanted tinglings that swept up Cathy's thighs and swirled all around through her loins and over her buttocks even as those same tinglings stiffened her pretty pink nipples.
Cathy felt almost as crazy as Betty had been acting that morning as she tiptoed closer toward the couch in time to see Betty lower her gaze from Gary's face down toward his lap.
By the time Cathy was at the end of the couch, Betty Jo had opened the buttons of Gary's cut-off shorts and Gary was staring down at her hands at his loins as if he'd been stricken dumb. He was shirtless and barefoot and still lightly perspiring. Now he glanced quickly up at Cathy and frantically tried to cover his loins, blushing more furiously still.
Betty slapped his hands away, sharply saying, "I Frenched you and now you've got to show me your prick, just like you promised."
"I didn't ... promise anything!" he squeaked, looking close to tears.
"You did so. You promised. Don't be such a dope about it! Heck, you act like you've got something big enough to hide," Betty said, as she slapped and knocked his hands away again, yanked open the rest of his shorts buttons, and pulled out his still white cock.
By that time Cathy was right there beside the couch and gaping down at the sex scene with unabashed but hugely embarrassed astonishment. She had never before seen a boy's hard prick. The sight of it made her forget how thinly clad she was, and it gave her a very peculiar feeling all through her pussy.
She could feel where a boy's prick was supposed to go inside a girl's body! Looking at that long, strong, thick part of Gary's body, she could distinctly feel a burning wetness flowing down through her cunt to well out through her suddenly swelling pussylips.
She bit her lower lip and tried to keep from breathing faster. She pressed her fists against her stiff and tingling nipples. She tried, but she couldn't look away from the column of hard white flesh jutting up from Gary's loins, crested with an angry pink knob and split with a glistening wet eye that seemed to be staring back at her very ominously. Cathy's voice didn't sound like her own when she managed to speak.
"Gary, cover up and go home!"
"like heck he will!" Betty Jo declared, and brought forth another gasp from Cathy by grabbing Gary's prick. "He's not leaving here till he goes down on us both! He's not leaving here till I give him a hand job! Right, Gary? Right?"
"Yes! Yes! Whatever you say, but just stop it!" he cried, thrashing about on the couch, doing his level best to escape from the giggling Betty Jo and her flying hand, and failing at this completely.
His shorts were going lower over his hips in his frantic twistings. Now Cathy could catch glimpses of the tight pink sac of his balls as, fascination increasing, she bent closer over the couch. His hair was all tousled and his eyes were wild. He was trying to push Betty Jo away, but clearly afraid to touch her nearly complete nakedness.
Gary was babbling his futile protests and Betty Jo was still pulling and squeezing his prick and giggling away in a highly infectious manner. Soon Cathy was giggling with her, right there in the living room of the nice, quiet house she'd been raised in, right there in the room where she'd promised her parents she'd be a good girl while they were away.
"Are you ready to go down on us now?" Betty Jo demanded. "Are you?"
"Yes!" Gary blurted. "Anything; if you'll stop it! Betty Jo, stop it or I'll...."
She abruptly let go of his cock, clasped his cheeks in her hands, and kissed him very soundly on the mouth. He stiffened until she released him, then collapsed against the back of the couch, forgetting about his naked erection, letting it jut up at Cathy like some sort of weird stick candy. She stared at it, half grinning, almost enjoying the tingling hot swirlings through her thinly covered loins.
"Me first!" Betty Jo said, and quickly got up on her knees on the couch beside him, hips pushing forward.
Gary opened his eyes and gazed at her blearily. She rudely grabbed a handful of his tousled hair and yanked him forward and down till she had his protesting mouth jammed against the juncture of her loins.
Gary's protests were muffled by girl-flesh now, and his hands weakly clawed at the air. Betty Jo was giggling jubilantly, jamming his face more deeply still in the triangular hollow that led to her thrusting cunt. And she was saying, "Kiss it! Eat it! Go down on me! Use your tongue! Oooo!"
She pushed him back and rubbed herself hard through her panties. Gary turned his very vapid grin in Cathy's direction, and murmured, "Am I supposed to give you a kiss down there, too?"
"You sure are!" Betty Jo said. "Cathy, go ahead and let him. Open up! Honest, it feels just terrific! You've never felt anything so weird in your life. Go ahead, Gary. Go down on Cathy, too."
Betty Jo grabbed a handful of Cathy's nightie and jerked her forward. Cathy was jangled and flustered and dying to know what it felt like. The grin was still on Gary's face as he leaned forward toward where she stood tottering over him, and his steadying hands on her outer thighs sent the hot tinglings sweeping still higher.
Before Cathy could think, before she could let herself protest, she arched her loins forward toward his reaching lips and his warm, warm breath.
Cathy had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She had played with herself many times, and while those times might have been more intensely sweet than this, Gary's mouth and hands on her body were almost enough to make her swoon.
His breath seemed to penetrate deeply everywhere through the crack of her crotch and the crack of her bottom. It burrowed and burned through her cunt lips in search of her clit.
The instant wild excitement sweeping through her made her grasp Gary's black hair in her hands and gaze down in wonder at Betty Jo's grinning face. She felt his tongue timidly push out against her nylon covered pussy, sending its warmth up the backs of her legs, on up through her brain, and down through her titties and back to her red-hot cunt.
That part of her body was wet as could be and getting still wetter as Gary's trembling hands clutched at her outer thighs, as his hot breath and nibbling lips and probing tongue tip tried to creep up inside the slippery wet hole where Cathy had visualized his stiff prick pushing into her body.
A spasm of giddy delight shuddered through Cathy's body. She had to twist back and away, gasping, or else let the spasm seize her completely, forever. He clutched at her thighs more strongly, tried to follow the retreat of her cunt with his panting mouth. But before Cathy could give him what both of them now craved, Betty Jo was claiming another turn at him.
Still up on her knees on the couch, she fucked the lacy white panties down over the globes of her ass. Her cuntal hair was thin and golden, no more than the sheerest veil covering vertical lips that were startlingly pink. Cathy had only the briefest glimpse of Betty Jo's dewy wet slit. Gary saw it just as briefly, though far more closely, before Betty Jo had him by the hair and was clasping his mouth very hard against her squirming, jerking, naked little cunt.
"Oh! Oh, I love it! Oh, it's just vtwi-derful!" she squealed.
Betty Jo fell back on the couch, dragging Gary with her. Her short, shapely legs thrashed and flailed as she tried her best to hold his face centered against her naked loins. It was her thrashings more than his that made it hard for him to find the sweet mark with his mouth, for she was quite out of control, so it seemed.
One of her big, soft tits twisted out of her bra to show more than half of its big pink nipple. With her lip stick painted mouth open wide, she gasped and panted and moaned for more of his mouth. Betty Jo's purloined panties, stretched tautly between her plump thighs, formed a satiny barrier past which she could not fully drag Gary's mouth.
Teeming with wild excitement, quite weak in the knees, Cathy crouched for a close-up view of raw sex in action. Sex had of course always intrigued her, but that was imaginary sex and this was quite real. It was so very real that she felt the touch of Gary's tongue in her burning hot slit as she saw it reach out to touch Betty Jo's livid pink cunt, as she heard her friend sharply moan in her forbidden ecstasy. Forbidden? How could anything be forbidden when it was actually happening?
Cathy tore her hot gaze from twistings and turnings of Betty Jo's naked loins and Gary's flushed face, and she looked down at Gary's prick. It was just as hard as before, but its roseate knob was much wetter now, and the length of his cock was stiffly flopping about. A sudden urge to kiss it, to taste it, was just as suddenly followed by a feeling of nausea.
Kissing boys' pricks was perverted and weird. So was kissing girls' cunts, but there was Gary, doing it. And there was his naked cock, flopping around by itself, and surely burning just as hotly as Cathy's cunt still burned from his scalding breath. Her mouth was dry as a desert.
She could neither close her lips nor lick them, nor could she tear her gaze from Gary's hard penis, no matter how he and Betty Jo thrashed about at her side. Her shaking hand now crept into her field of vision, reaching slowly out, then curling its fingers and closing most satisfyingly around Gary's hard, hot prick.
CHAPTER TWO
Gary's prick was even harder than Cathy had expected it would be, and that somehow didn't scare her at all. She squeezed it and stroked it, stretching the satiny skin down tight over its sturdy length, making a large, crystal clear droplet of viscid goo ooze out of its little eye. This action made Gary moan, too, and try to turn his head away from Betty Jo's twisting, thrusting cunt. Betty Jo quickly drew him back to her, gasping, "Lick it some more! Right there where you were doing it before! Yes! Oh, yes! More!"
He couldn't watch as Cathy played with his prick, but she could and did and it thrilled her. It thrilled her too when his hand fumbled out for her, groped at and found her titty and clung to her hotly. Cathy had let a few boys feel her up before, but never through only wispy thin nylon. His gropings were clumsy and rough, and she loved them. She could feel his hand surging through her body, just as she felt the surging excitement of having his naked prick in her clutching hand. And now to add to her thrills and excitement, she felt Gary's other hand clutching her back.
Right away she knew it couldn't be his hand. It had to be that of Betty Jo, desperate for them to share fully in their wonderfully wicked pleasures. Cathy squatted beside the couch, panting hotly, completely buoyed up with a thrilling exuberance she'd never felt before. Now at last she was feeling the wild, wild pleasures that parents and grown-ups forbade to the young and saved for themselves, and she wanted more of those pleasures at any cost.
Cathy's free hand plunged down between her own legs. Her pussy was all hot and swollen and wet as could be. It was wetting her panties. She could smell her own sexual excitement, and it thrilled her. Up came her hand, then down it went once again, inside the little blue panties in search of still more of the very best pleasures in life.
She was shocked at how wet her cunt was, shocked and thoroughly pleased. Its lips were all swollen and blubbery wet with her creamy sex juice, its clitoris was burning with need. She diddled and fingered herself very hotly, more hotly than she ever did when she was alone late at night in her bed. She had a hard prick in her hand, oral sex was going on right beside her, but none of that mattered as much as her flying fingers did then.
Gary's hand groped and mauled at Cathy's tits. Betty's hand, inside the seat of her panties now, clutched and clawed at Cathy's hotly quivering butts. Cathy's expertly diddling fingers flying between her legs, making her rock back and forth on her heels as she crouched by the couch. Several times in quick succession she was on the verge of cumming. Each time her inhibitions struggled up to the surface to cut off the peak of delight. She fought to subdue those stupid inhibitions. She stabbed a finger deep in her "cunt, and just as she did that, Gary's prick erupted with a geyser of ropy white goo, and Cathy started cumming right with him.
Cathy's orgasm surged and flowed as no other orgasm ever had before. At her side, Gary's orgasmic moans merged with hers. She was still frantically, raggedly diddling her bursting pussy and his exploding prick was still spurting and spouting its pearly white semen.
Swaying forward and back on her haunches, close to swooning, she saw each of Gary's white jets of jism leap out from the end of his strongly pulsing cock. Her hand was getting covered with his slick whiteness. Still she pumped him hard and fast, as breathless from his explosive burstings as she was with her own. It was getting all over his churning thighs, all over her hand and arm, and her lovely orgasm was starting to weaken as the jettings of jism diminished in force. Betty Jo was squalling, "More! God damn you, Gary, don't stop now!" And now in her frantic need for more, Betty Jo gave Cathy a shove that sent the slender brown-haired girl sprawling sideways to the carpet.
Cathy was utterly dazzled. She couldn't move. Nor did she dare to try, lest any movement break the flow of residual ecstasies in her young body. She could hear voices somewhere far above her, and although the owners of those voices had each done their share in adding to Cathy's astounding pleasures, Cathy could do no more than lie there on the floor and smile and tingle and listen.
"Gary, I'm not gonna let you stop now!"
"My tongue's sore, clear down to the root! And I'm all covered with jism! Just look!"
"Ick! You sure are. Get up and go home. And if you breathe a word about this to anybody, I'll personally kill you!"
"Is Cathy okay?"
"Yes, she's okay! I'll take care of her. Get out of here. And don't get your nasty old jism all over me!"
Cathy couldn't even lift a hand to wave him goodbye. And when she heard the front door close, she knew she'd never be able to face him again. How could it have happened? Why, oh why, had she ever unlocked the door of her bedroom? Such craziness as she had just gone through was the province of Betty Jo, not Cathy. Abject shame was creeping quickly in to take the place of her forbidden pleasures.
Cathy felt Betty Jo pick up her hand, and then heard her giggle. When Cathy opened her eyes, Betty Jo was sniffing at her fingers, and saying, "You sure had yourself a good time."
Cathy's cheeks turned crimson and she snatched her hand away. Betty Jo giggled again, pointed and said, "You've got his jism all over you. You're going to have to get it off your mom's nightie before it dries. And you're gonna have to be more careful next time you give some guy a hand job."
Cathy was still blushing furiously as she got up to go to her bathroom. She could still feel the imprint that Gary's hot cock had left in her hand, and the gobbet of jism on her wrist seared like a hot iron. She paused in her bathroom, leaning weakly against the sink, to stare at her hands. One was redolent with the scent of her masturbatory sex and the other was tainted with jism. She sniffed at her fingers and almost felt ill. She stared at the pearly white jism that glistened on her wrist, and the illness changed into a shivering longing. Cathy licked the jism off her wrist. Its cloying sweetness flashed through her taste buds and spread a cold trembling all through her body, and when she swallowed it the cold disappeared.
She licked the palm of her hand, licked her pussy-scented fingers, and stood panting while she ran her hands hotly over her body. She squeezed her tits very hard, amazed at how big they felt. And then, recalling her shame of just moments before, Cathy hurriedly took off the nightie and started rinsing it in the sink.
Betty Jo appeared at the door. "He sure squirted a lot. He squirted all over the place."
Cathy's naked titties, pendant over the sink, jiggled disturbingly as she nodded her head.
Betty Jo sauntered in, saying, "It squirted so high. Now that you know how to do it, I bet you're going to want to do it to all the guys."
"It was your idea," Cathy hotly said. "I didn't mean to make it go off like that."
"Didn't mean to," said Betty Jo sarcastically, and slipped a hand round Cathy's long slender waist. "I suppose you didn't mean to diddle yourself, either. We're supposed to be good girls this week. Remember? You've been bad. And you know what bad girls get."
Betty Jo pulled down the seat of Cathy's blue panties and gave her a playful slap on her bottom. Fully recalling each fond parting word of her parents, Cathy was doubly ashamed of herself now. Tears brimmed up in her eyes. She wanted to be a good girl. She didn't know what had come over her to make her do such things as she'd done with Gary.
"Such a naughty girl!" said Betty Jo, punctuating each syllable with a sharp little smack of her palm against Cathy's naked buttocks. "Such a brat!"
Cathy braced herself against the sink and arched back her hips, feeling quite deserving of even the mock punishment being administered by her friend and companion in mischief. Betty Jo pulled her panties lower and swatted her harder, saying, "There! That'll teach you!" Then she laughed gaily and straightened Cathy up to hug her and banish all thought of tears with her girlish exuberance.
"Wasn't it wild! Wasn't it fun! I want to do that again! What fun we've been missing! And the next boy we do it to, I'm going to be the one to make him squirt! Did you see the look on his face when he was squirting?"
Cathy and Betty laughed and hugged and kissed and laughed some more. In an outpouring of released emotions they squirmed against each other like puppies and, belly to belly and titty to titty, they made plans to go to the beach and pick up boys to whom they'd give hand jobs that day. They kissed again and Betty Jo scampered off to put on her bathing suit.
Cathy took a quick shower. She had never felt so alive in her life. Her body glowed as she dried herself off, and the glow seemed to be visible in the mirror. She played with her titties which were nice-sized and still growing. Still with her hands where Gary's and Betty Jo's had played with her, Cathy looked at the rest of her blossoming body. It was flawless and sleek, without a blemish on it, and formed with impudently graceful curves. Her sweetly elliptical buttocks still glowed rosily from the purging spanking Betty had given her, and now she massaged herself there as she watched her hands move in the mirror. She spread her ass-cheeks wide to grin at the tufted hair between her legs. She was a young woman, no longer a girl, and able to do as she pleased.
Cathy touched her fingertip to her little pink ass-hole, winced and pushed the first joint of her finger inside. She fingerfucked herself there for the few moments it took to spread the warm glow of her buttocks to the rest of her body.
Then she faced the mirror again to play with her cunt. It was sopping wet and wonderfully puffy and swollen. She spread its lips wide, grinning at the lewd sight of her fingers delving and slipping through the glistening pink flesh of her pussy. Cathy's legs spread wide as she finger-fucked her cunt. It absorbed every touch of her fingers and quivered and clamored for more. Cathy was glowing with anticipation, trembling with eagerness to get her hands on another cock as she hurried out of the bathroom in search of her swim suit.
Betty Jo was clearly anxious as well. She was scurrying around Cathy's bedroom in search of her swim suit. Naked, Betty's big pink-capped titties and her well rounded buttocks bobbed like fruit on a tree branch. Several times the two giggling girls collided as they dressed for the beach in their tight Danskin swim suits and gathered their chap-stick and towels and suntan lotion in beach bags.
The two girls pedaled their ten-speed bikes steadily, blonde Betty Jo leading the way in her bright red suit, long-legged Cathy in blue, with her long brown hair flying behind her. The narrow saddles cut into their crotches obscenely, like hard, black hands cupping their soft pussies while their thighs pumped up and down.
The summer beach crowd was already there. Cathy and Betty Jo spread their towels on the sand and laid down to giggle together as they speculated on which of the boys at the beach deserved hand jobs. The two girls stared hungrily at the bulges, particularly at the boys wearing bikini cut trunks. The girls couldn't hold still and they couldn't stop their giggling, egged on by the itches they felt in their own loins.
Soon Cathy said, "Let's go home and do it to Gary again."
"Sure!" said Betty Jo. "Or we could go see Gloria, this woman I met who picked me up hitchhiking. She's really wild."
"Does she know any boys who need hand jobs?" said Cathy, and a new fit of giggling overcame them.
"I bet she does," Betty Jo said. "From the way she acts and the things she says, she's having sex with somebody all the time. Let's stop and see her on the way to your house, and this time I get to do it to Gary. But we better go now. I'm getting sunburned."
Cathy didn't know if she could keep her hands from Gary's prick while Betty Jo was giving him a hand job. She wanted to get right to it without stopping at the house of Betty Jo's friend. A horn sounded behind them as they were pedaling away from the beach, and when the girls turned to look they saw the smiling face of a handsome young man behind the windshield of a new pickup truck.
He was older than the boys at the high school beach, and appraising them both with a most appreciative eye as he drove slowly beside them. He asked if they wanted a ride, and the girls smiled hopefully at each other. "I'D put your bikes in the back and you can ride up front with me," he said and pulled up in front of them.
Betty Jo sat next to the driver, who introduced himself as Pete, and Cathy sat next to the window. He was mustached and well built and quite open in his admiration of the tittering girls. His old jeans were very tight. The long thick ridge of his prick and the heavy bulge of his balls could clearly be seen.
"Why don't we give him a hand job?" Betty Jo whispered to Cathy, and they both rocked from side to side in the bouncing truck.
They couldn't hold still. They were brimming with girlish excitement. When Betty Jo pretended to fall against Pete, she pushed herself back with a hand on his bulging sex, and both girls squealed with laughter.
He grinned and rubbed where Betty had touched him. "Looks like you girls are out for some fun. Let's go to my place and get it on."
"Let's have some fun right here. Do you want a hand job?" said Betty Jo. Both Cathy and Betty burst into peals of giggling, but Cathy felt prickly heat shoot through her body.
"How about a blow job?" Pete smiled at the girls, his cock hardening in his jeans.
That suggestion was even more hilarious. Cathy thought she was going to wet her pants. Pete squeezed Betty Jo's tits, and she in turn gave his thickening cock bulge a squeeze. Cathy's stomach hurt from her laughter, but that was forgotten as she eagerly leaned forward to watch as Betty Jo started opening Pete's fly.
She acted as if she knew just what she was doing. He tried to help and she needed it, for by then his cock bulge was immense, and all twisted up in his jockeys. Joking back and forth, they seemed to take forever, while Cathy nervously fidgeted and eagerly watched.
A hot shiver swept through her body and lingered when his prick sprung up in view. Betty
Jo squealed at the sight of it, and he coolly curled his big hand around its thick, sturdy shaft and milked it up and down, causing its big red knob to further swell. Cathy had to wring her hands tightly together to keep from reaching out to touch it.
"Do I have to do it myself?" He said. He reached out and took Betty Jo's hand and guided it to his thick, upward jutting erection.
He guided her in stroking it. Betty kept giggling and Cathy was wringing her hands lest she grab the man's bulging cock and clasping her thighs together lest she grab at herself. The man's cock was far too big to fit into her virginal pussy. Still, Cathy could feel her cunt swelling and throbbing and getting more hot and moist as she looked at the big penis so close beside her.
"Don't get it all over me when you squirt," said Betty Jo, steadily but gingerly stroking the hard, hot meat.
The truck was wavering on the road as he drove with one arm around Betty Jo's shoulders. He was grinning and breathing faster. "How about sucking my cock a little? Eh? How about a little blow job?" he said, and before Betty Jo could react he had pushed her head down into his lap and forced his cock between her protesting lips.
Betty Jo shrieked and pushed angrily at him and spat. "You bastard! What a thing to do!" she cried.
He was laughing and so was Cathy, but for only a moment. Then Cathy was reaching past her indignant friend to feel the thick, hard cock hot in her hands, to pump it and squeeze it and make it give up its jism as fast as she could.
"Hey, it's my turn! Hey, don't!" Betty Jo complained.
Both she and Cathy were giving Pete a hand job, arguing shrilly, but groping and stroking all the naked cock that they could touch.
He was holding onto the steering wheel with both hands and gritting his teeth. Now his loud gasp and the sudden gusher of hot, creamy jism erupting into the girls' hands made them shriek and squeal and try to get his ejaculating cock back inside his shorts.
He moaned and groaned but he didn't protest. They watched with avid interest as he went through his orgasmic heavings behind the wheel of the truck. When the driver at last settled down, he was grinning and glassy-eyed, and both girls were breathless and flushed with excitement and eager for more.
Again he suggested they go to his place for an afternoon of sex.
"No," Cathy said. "We've got to get home. Down the next block."
He shifted uncomfortably. Cathy felt a pang as he tucked his gooey wet cock completely out of sight and started closing his pants. "My shorts are full of it," he said. "Okay if I stop at your house and clean up?"
"Sure," Betty Jo replied. "There's nobody home. Hurry up, though. I want to gargle with something."
CHAPTER THREE
Betty Jo meant what she said. She hurried into Cathy's house, leaving Cathy to lead Pete inside. He was bigger than she'd realized. He was a full grown man, as he'd proved by the display of his very full grown cock. Cathy felt extremely nervous taking him into her house, so much so that she couldn't stop shaking. She had to clamp her jaws tightly together to keep her teeth from chattering as she led him past the kitchen, where Betty Jo was gulping water at the sink, down the hall to her bedroom and bathroom.
Cathy pointed at the sink and turned away as he reached for his trousers. She was so flustered that for a moment she couldn't remember where the fresh towels were. When she turned to face him with a fresh towel in hand, she became instantly paralyzed by the sight of his hands lathering up the long, thick limber length of his cock.
He turned, grinning, so she could see more of it. She stood with the towel before her, visibly shaking, wide-eyed and staring. He stroked it in his fist, slowly and sensuously, and it grew thicker and stiffer in his hand. His pants and shorts were down around his ankles. Lathery suds dripped down from his rigidly standing cock and over his heavily pendant balls. He sighed as he rinsed the suds off under warm water, still stroking his hard, hard cock, and Cathy stifled a similar moan inside herself.
It was pointing up at Cathy's palpitating belly. More than anything else in the world, she wanted to know how it would feel for a cock like that to push its way into her throbbing, pulsing cunt. He reached out his hand and she faltered toward him, trembling too hard to speak. She remained tense and trembling as he kissed her, as she felt the full thick length of his hard hot cock pressed against her belly, and when he guided her hand to his cock, she clutched at it very tightly.
He was squeezing her tits, patting her ass, and slipping his fingers down between her legs. He was smiling coolly, and she felt charged with galvanic electricity. "You've got a nice hot mouth, Cathy," he murmured. "How 'bout letting me feel now nice it is on my cock?"
She nodded and hid her eyes from Pete. It was exactly what the girl had to have. She pushed away from him and dropped to her knees. His cock was huge, and right before her eyes. How can I be doing this? she asked of herself as she clumsily swiped at it with the towel, and before she could answer she threw the towel aside, grasped the man's cock in both hands, and sucked it inside her mouth.
"Oh, baby! Yeah!" he muttered, stroking her head.
She sucked and stroked the monstrous male flesh in her mouth. It was disgustingly delicious.
"Suck harder, Cathy! Yeah-h-h-h, you've got a great little mouth."
She was salivating wildly, and shaking so much that his juicy wet cock almost slipped out of her mouth.
"Play with my balls, honey. Give me a real good blow job and I'll throw you a fuck you'll never forget."
She'd let him fuck her. Cathy wanted to feel every bit of it. But not till she'd had her fill of sucking cock.
It was so very meaty and good. Panting hotly, seething with wonderful excitement, Cathy took his big, hairy balls in her hands. She took her mouth from his cock and bent lower to kiss his balls, and to breathe in the rank, thrilling scent of his musk. She was too weak to resist him when he drew her up to her feet, kissed her deeply and strongly, and stripped her bathing suit down to her waist.
"Let's fuck," he said, mauling her naked tits, rubbing his kiss-wetted cock up against her belly. "Let's fuck right there on that bed."
Cathy wasn't too weak to push him away, nor to drop down on her knees again for another full taste of the cock that would soon be plunging into her body.
"Cathy! My God!"
It was Betty Jo's voice. Cathy looked balefully up and saw her friend convulsed with laughter. Completely chagrined, she tried to back off from Pete's cock, but he held her head and thrust his thick cock still deeper inside her mouth, saying, "Baby, don't quit on me now."
Betty Jo crouched down beside Cathy. She squeezed her around the waist and watched through gleaming eyes as Cathy sucked the man's cock.
"Do you like it? Is it fun?" Betty eagerly asked. Cathy nodded her head and kept on sucking cock, grateful beyond any words for her friend's quick acceptance of this impulsive action that she couldn't seem to stop.
Pete was holding onto her head with both hands and moaning and softly churning his hips. Betty Jo was right there at her side, fondling Pete's balls and urging Cathy on.
Cathy knew very well that the man they'd just picked up was going to start squirting jism out of his cock at any moment. She knew it would choke her, but she just couldn't stop for his cock was delicious.
On her knees, she went right on sucking when Pete pulled Betty Jo up to kiss and caress her. With his cock deep inside Cathy's suctioning, pistoning mouth, she looked up through her lashes to see the grinning man strip down Betty Jo's bathing suit top just as he had stripped down Cathy's. Pete was playing with Betty's tits, exclaiming over their softness and size, and Betty Jo was doing her best to watch his hands at play and Cathy's lips curled around his cock.
He stiffened and moaned, and his fingers dug deeply into Betty's tits. His other hand held Cathy's head firmly where it was, although there was no need for this at all when she tasted the first hot gusher of semen that poured forth from his cock to enter her soul.
The delicious taste of his cock was only a very bland preview to this. His semen was salty sweet, tingling to her taste buds, and hot from his masculine body. It gushed and it flowed, and she gulped it down as fast as it came. She could hear his moanings and feel his thrashings, but with her eyes tightly closed to concentrate on her surging feelings, she could see nothing at all of the ecstasy she was bringing him.
"Cathy, are you swallowing that?" Betty Jo asked in a horrified voice. Cathy nodded and kept on sucking. She was in ecstasy herself, an ecstasy of longing for everything she could possible get from this man's cock.
She felt it more strongly each time his cock spurted and flowed. His semen, hot and sticky, had coated her mouth and her gullet and belly with a fiery desire for more. She still wanted to feel his cock in her screamingly hot pussy, but there was no way she could stop sucking it without help.
"Baby, that's enough for now. It's starting to hurt," he said, and drew back from her.
He and Betty Jo helped Cathy to her feet. She felt dizzy and feverish, hot with desire she'd never before known in her life. There was no stopping her. She had to have all there was to be had from sex, and she had to have it immediately.
"You gave him a blow job! You actually gave him a blow job!" said Betty Jo.
Cathy covered her face with her hands and nodded. She knew she was losing her mind. She couldn't stop trembling. She couldn't speak. But she could push them away from her and out the bathroom door so she could be alone with her shame.
Cathy was weeping as she stripped off her bathing suit and got into the shower. What had possessed her to suck an almost complete stranger's cock? Any man's cock, for that matter? She filled her mouth and spat out the water, filled it again and drank. The taste, the feeling of hot jism was still very much there. She was crazy for cock and there was nothing she could do about it. Would she go through her whole life sucking any cock she saw? And liking it at the time?
She found she could dry every part of her body except for her pussy. Its swollen and hugely sensitized tissues kept moistening just as fast as she blotted herself with the towel. She was afraid to rejoin them lest she lose her virginity, and at the same time she longed for her hymen to be ruptured, torn by the fiercely strong cock she'd had in her mouth. As she started toward her bedroom door to lock herself in, the telephone rang in the kitchen and she had to wrap the towel around her quaking body and answer it.
It was Cathy's parents calling. "Oh, yes, we've been very good girls," Cathy said, even as she was craning about to see if that really was her neighbor Gary coming down his driveway.
She waved at him through the window as she talked to her mother. Gary stopped and looked quizzically at her flapping hand. "Yes, everything's fine. We went to the beach today," she told her father when he came on the line, motioning at Gary to stay right where he was.
At last she was able to hang up the phone.
Betty Jo was giggling in the living room. Betty had Pete firmly in her clutches now. He was under the spell of her artful flirtings and overly big tits. Quaking, trembling, burning, Cathy slipped out the back door and ducked through the hedge to Gary's yard, clad only in a towel, and impatiently beckoned the teenager toward his back door.
He was still barefoot, dressed in his cut-off shorts. They went in his kitchen. He was grinning foolishly and said, "What's going on, Cathy?"
"Just be quiet and do what I say!" she snapped. "Take off those shorts and lay down on the floor."
He faltered. She yelled at him, and he quickly complied.
Gary gazed helplessly up at Cathy, flat on his back, his clean white cock slowly thickening, and he said, "Cathy, you don't know what you're doing!"
Cathy crouched down at his side and took his cock voraciously into her mouth. She whipped the towel from her body and tossed it aside. She knew very well what she was doing. Sixteen years was far too long for a girl to be a virgin, but the cock she'd just sucked in her bedroom was much too big to split her hymen without also splitting her cunt.
She had Gary's cock hard in no time. She wanted to savor its perfectly thrilling taste, but she couldn't wait to feel it go into her pussy.
Again he protested when she straddled him. Again she shut him up with a shout. She was quaking and trembling so that she could scarcely guide the blunt pink knob of his prick to the most burning spot between her outspread thighs. Her nipples, up hard and bright pink, were bobbing and quaking as she breathlessly fitted the knob of his cock through the sodden wet slit of her cunt, wetting it liberally before she could locate her seething hot fuck-hole.
She steeled herself and gingerly lowered her weight on it. Its penetration through her slippery wet cunt lips was exquisite, but even Gary's immature cock was too large to possibly fit in her maddeningly hungry hole. Cathy gnashed her teeth and tried to force herself down on it.
The girl winced as she felt its pressure against her hymen. She couldn't go through her entire life as a virgin! With grim determination, ignoring Gary's protests, Cathy lowered her full weight on his loins, gasped at the sudden sharp pain, and then nearly melted with burgeoning feelings of all-over well-being as her yearning cunt was filled with good, hot cock.
"You're bleeding! I've hurt you!" said Gary.
Cathy braced herself with her hands on Gary's hips, and a very broad grin spread over her face as she slowly churned her hips to feel all the fucking she could from every angle.
"Cathy, are you okay?"
She nodded again and again as she fucked him, as she moved her slim torso sensuously over his supine body, using his long slender cock to reach parts of her body that had never been touched before.
"Gosh, you're so warm and nice in there. You feel so good!"
Cathy squeezed the cock in her. She raised herself up and lowered her cunt on it to feel its insertion again, and sighed with perfect contentment. The trembling anxiety had left her. She could think once again, if she chose to try. The world was at peace. So was Cathy. She'd discovered the secret of fucking, and that secret was that it made very trouble disappear.
And it produced a lovely itch in her pussy, an itch she could scratch to her heart's content with the aid of the bone-hard cock so deeply imbedded between her warmly clasping cunt lips. Gary's hands rested lightly on her hips while Cathy scratched the itch, played with it, experimented with fucking.
Gary looked afraid, but Cathy was not afraid at all now that her troublesome hymen was gone. It was fascinating to see how his cock was inside her body, through the lips of her cunt and deep beyond the silky brown hair that was there to hide her cunt. Her smooth girlish loins glowed with contentment and pleasure. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with a cock working slowly in her cunt.
Then his hands tightened on her hips. "Don't you dare squirt in me!" she warned.
"I can't help it! I'm gonna cum any second!" he wailed.
Though it took a great effort, Cathy slid her cunt up and off Gary's cock. Just in time, for this final cuntal friction made him moan in anguish and clutch at himself.
She batted his hands away and fell on his cock with her mouth before the first jet of white could appear, then stayed crouching there while she sucked and swallowed his jism with wild abandon.
It was the elixir of life. Sucking cock was more thrilling than fucking. She didn't even need to finger-fuck herself now in order to orgasm. Each gusher of jism that flowed over her curling tongue and down through her gulping gullet brought with it a wave of rich pleasure she felt through her toes and the tips of her fingers, everywhere. She squeezed Gary's convulsing balls, clutched and clawed at his heaving loins, and kept sucking his cock until it was wilting in her mouth and he was through with his thrashings and feebly pushing at her head.
He looked at her with awe. She licked her smiling lips, shook a finger at him, and said, "If you ever say anything about this, I'll tell my folks you raped me."
Cathy felt very calm, very sure of herself as a woman as she retrieved her towel and slipped out Gary's back door and back through the hedge. Her cunt was still aglow. It apparently didn't need to have a hard cock in it all the time now in order to feel so thrillingly good.
She heard only silence from the living room as she used a paper kitchen towel to wipe off the smudges of pink virgin's blood from her pussy and thighs. She tiptoed to look, and stopped in the hallway with widening eyes, for Pete and Betty Jo were naked on the living room floor, and Betty Jo was sucking his cock.
Reclining on his side, Pete grinned up at Cathy. He beckoned to her, and she started trembling again. As Betty Jo slurped and sucked on his cock, Cathy crept forward in response to his beckoning finger and knelt at his side.
He lifted the towel and touched her cunt, and the trembling surged through her again. He licked his lips, extended his long, thick tongue and burrowed it into the top of her slit.
His tongue drove her almost frantic right away. It wasn't at all like Gary's clumsy kisses. Reaching right in to her clitoris, Pete's tongue thrilled her far more than even Gary's cock had thrilled her, minutes before. Cathy whimpered in needful anguish, spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers and inched still closer to his flashing, tickling tongue.
Betty Jo reached up and yanked off Cathy's towel. "Pete really know how to kiss pussy!" she said gaily, and Pete pushed her mouth back down on his cock.
Once again, Cathy couldn't speak. She barely found time to breathe as Pete's tongue burrowed and buzzed all over her reaching clitoris and his hands very warmly caressed her ass and her tits and all they could reach of her orgasming body.
She was existing in a state of constant orgasm, and Cathy clung tightly to Pete's head to do all she could to make it truly last forever. She was quaking violently. She couldn't hold still. She couldn't breathe a word. The feelings inside Cathy's body and the anticipation of still more of this were simply too much.
"You like that?" Pete murmured. She nodded her head.
"You ready for that fuck now?" he asked.
Cathy's head bobbed even more quickly.
Betty Jo lifted her mouth from Pete's cock to say, "Are you going to let him do it to you, Cathy? Are you?"
Cathy had little to say about that. She was too overwhelmed by sexual sensation to speak. Her state of constant orgasm had her quite breathless.
Pete, a powerful man, easily turned her about and laid her down on the floor, getting between her long legs as he did so, laying the thick length of his immense organ against her hot little loins.
Cathy knew it was too big for her. She knew she had to stop him. But now, with his cock hot against her flesh, she was compelled to grasp it and feel its fantastic strength and life.
"That's it, baby. Guide me home," Pete whispered into Cathy's ear.
He had raised his hips, and now nothing at all prevented his mammoth cock from forcing its way into Cathy's tight little cunt.
Breathing as fast as a laboring steam engine, Cathy squeezed and pulled at the very large handful of cock she had, rubbing its impossibly large head against the creamy sweet and maddeningly itchy lips of her pussy. She couldn't push him away. He was far too heavy and strong, for one thing, and, more importantly, his hands on her titties and the very massiveness of his body over hers was too overpoweringly thrilling to be denied.
"Get it in. Stick it in there, honey," he said. He was gently and rhythmically thrusting forward with his hips, pushing the hot knob of his cock against her open loins as she panted and twisted under his naked, hairy body.
Betty Jo piped up, saying, "I can do it! Let me!"
Betty Jo's hand took Pete's cock from Cathy's grasp. Cathy hugged Pete's thick waist, trying to gather herself together to make a protest, to beg for a little time. But now Pete's big cock was being very accurately guided through the splayed wet lips of her cunt, robbing Cathy of her will to resist.
Cathy's cunt lips were spread wider still by Betty Jo's fingers. Betty Jo was giggling in her high state of excitement. Pete was murmuring soothing words into Cathy's ear.
"Wait!" Cathy managed to cry, as the knob of Pete's cock was fitted into her tiny fuck-hole. But then all she could do was cling to him tightly and silently scream as the full, thick length of Pete's cock was pushed into the incredibly tight sheath of her cunt.
The pain was dreadful. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Still it came on, his cock and the pain, until his hard, hairy loins were mashed down on her tender pubic mound and his club-like organ had pierced her to the core.
She was going to die.
It was too much for a girl of Cathy's years to endure. She went limp under Pete, expecting to faint, perhaps permanently, and was almost immediately suffused with that same feeling of perfect well-being she had known just minutes before when Gary's cock had been in her cunt.
It wasn't so bad at all! Young she might be, but she was perfectly able to take a man's cock in her cunt. She purred and squirmed in her great relief. Her hands slipped around Pete's waist, and she snuggled her yawning loins up against his.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Just fine!" she said, and her words turned into a startled gasp as he started drawing himself out of her.
It was a gasp of delight, for the tight slippery feeling between his flesh and hers was delicious. She clung to his back, trying to say with her hands what her tongue couldn't utter. That fucking was wonderful, that she adored the feeling of being completely filled with hot, hard, sliding cock. But then her fingers were clutching desperately at him, for he was taking his cock all the way out of her cunt.
At the very last moment, when Cathy was on the verge of panic, he stopped his withdrawal and started back in, sighing audibly, "Ah-h-h-h-h."
Cathy echoed his sigh, snuggling up under him, wriggling her slender hips to improve on their already perfect fit. Now when his weight came down on her, filling her cunt with cock and her soul with joy, she curled her long legs about his hips and pressed him deeper with her heels in his buttocks.
"Is it good? Do you like it?" said Betty Jo.
"Ah-h-h-h," Cathy said, wriggling and squirming her hips as Pete once again drew back with his wonderful cock, confident this time that she'd feel it enter her body and soul yet again.
"Cathy, you're really tight!" Pete declared. "Were you a virgin?"
In answer, Cathy stabbed up with her hips a few times in rapid succession, and was at once astounded as fucking friction mounted on fucking friction to double and triple her pleasures.
Pete caught her tempo at once and humped forward with his more powerful hips, driving his cock easily up to her brain. The sharp animal howl Cathy heard was her own as her body went suddenly far past the point of orgasmic pleasures in response to Pete's cock. She tried to tell him to wait a moment, tried to gather herself together, but by then he was stroking and fucking her steadily, powerfully, and forcing her farther beyond simple orgasm.
Cathy was howling at him to stop for just a moment, but he clearly thought she was howling for more of his cock.
So did Betty Jo. Crouched on her knees beside the copulating couple, bright-eyed and beaming, she was clapping her hands and exclaiming, "That's the way, Pete! Fuck her good!" Betty Jo's big round titties were bobbing up and down as she enthusiastically goaded Pete on to his best efforts in feeding more hot, slippery cock to Cathy's nearly virginal cunt.
Cathy's titties were doing some bobbing, too. Every part of her long, slender body was in uncontrolled motion as Pete's seven inches of thick cock slid in and out through her tightly clasping pussy. Though the fit was quite tight, the copious flow of her juices eased the way for the pistoning prick in her cunt.
Pete was grunting and breathing excitingly fast at her ear, and his powerfully muscular body held her captive completely.
Still Cathy thrashed and churned under him, quite unable to hold still for the explosive sensations caused by the tight, slick friction of the man-sized cock in her girl-sized cunt. Her dainty oval buttocks were sopping wet from her overflowed juices, and being slapped by Pete's heavily swinging balls.
Her long brown hair was flying about her head as she howled in her orgasmic torment, twisting about on the floor, unable to escape from this onslaught of pleasures that threatened to drive her out of her mind. Cathy wanted to tell Pete to stop. This was impossible. Though her brain told her the carnal pleasures were too much for any girl to bear, her body kept arching and reaching for more.
Her fingertips dug deeply into his back, driving him on. Though Cathy's legs could no longer encircle his humping hips, they could and did spread wide for the rampant plunging of his cock in her cunt.
"Urrrr-r-r-r-rgh! Urrrr-r-r-rgh! Urrr-r-r-rgh!"
Those strangled moans were Cathy's, she realized, driven out of her throat by the gigantic injections of ecstatic sensation forced into her cunt by Pete's cock. She was sweating, she was exhausted, she was appalled at herself for letting such a thing happen while Betty Jo was right there beside her, but she couldn't stop her flying hips or her repeatedly reaching cunt.
Pete knew very well he was fucking the girl too vigorously. He could hold back no better than she could, however. Since he'd picked up the girls, he'd been more attracted to Betty Jo than to this one.
The impudently saucy little blonde with her fine big set of tits had been the main object of his desires at first. He enjoyed a little challenge in his seductions. While the quick and easy blow-job in the bathroom had been terrifically exciting, it hadn't diminished his lust for the little blonde. But with this slender and very tight-cunted brunette under his rampaging body, Pete's every attention was focused on Cathy.
Her slimness was such that Cathy seemed very fragile. Her long waist seemed tiny enough to be crushed in Pete's hands. She had a fine set of tits, quite large for a girl of her lithe proportions, and their violent jouncings on her girlish chest inspired him on to further hard humping of his cock. If this girl wanted to fuck, he'd oblige.
Cathy was an absolute vision of uncontrolled young lust that drove Pete on to ever greater efforts with his cock. Pete figured she spread her legs for every guy she met, but now she was spreading her legs for him, and he was making the most of it, building quickly up to his third hot ejaculation since he'd honked the horn of his pickup at the two bicycling teenagers. Pete grinned at his very good fortune as he rolled over on the floor, taking the wildly bucking girl with him, still with his cock thrusting deep in her hot little cunt. "EEE-E-E-EK!"
The room and the world turned topsy-turvy for Cathy as she was borne along on the end of the cock that had driven her mad. Up on top of him then, squatted obscenely over his upward humping hips, she compulsively squirmed and humped with her well-filled cunt. Her tits did a dance on her chest.
She could see her own breasts, but little else, for her long hair had fallen down over her face and she couldn't brush it aside. Her cunt was hurting. She had to slow down or she'd die. But still the wild pleasures were there, barely masked by the pain, and Cathy was compelled to wallow in those terrible, wonderful pleasures for as long and as hard as she could.
She could see how his cock was impaling her. The thin brown hair that covered her curving pubis was plastered wetly against her skin. Her cunt lips were puffed and swollen and glistening wet. The wedge of his moving cock had her cunt lips widely parted, more fully exposing her secret cuntflesh than ever before in her life.
Even as she looked at herself being fucked, a sharp pang of mixed pleasure and pain seized Cathy with startling force. She winced and his cock slipped out of her, pointing straight up at her flushed and panting face, its mammoth knob saturated with her juices.
"Enough!" she gasped, and started to sag and fall to one side.
"No, not yet!" said Betty Jo, and, supporting her nearly exhausted friend, she took Pete's slick cock in her little hand and guided its swollen knob back to Cathy's fuck-hole.
The moment it touched her there, Cathy knew she hadn't had enough at all. A toothy grin lit her face as she tilted her hips in the right direction and let it slip in. Betty Jo was right there embracing her, urging her on, but Cathy needed no further urging now that she felt the glorious insertion of Pete's cock once again.
She took it quite easily. The brief respite infused her with the energy she needed to go on with her wild, wild pleasures. Betty Jo helped her, massaging her tautly stretched belly, squeezing her jouncing tits, and diddling Cathy's clitoris as Cathy found the right tempo for the woman superior position of fucking.
"Come on, Cathy!" said Betty Jo. "He's gonna cum! Cum with him, Cathy! Both of you cum together!"
"I already am! All the time!"
Cathy didn't know if they understood her blurted words. She didn't care. She had cock in her cunt, she was feeling absolutely glorious, and that was all in the world that mattered.
She howled as he rolled her over again. Flat on her back once more, she found herself being fucked more violently than ever, and she did her best to keep up with it. His cock seemed larger than ever now in her cunt.
She felt its rhythmic swellings and its hot ejaculations deep in her twisting, contorting body. On top of her, Pete was gargling out grunts and groans and crushing her to him. At last Cathy was completely overwhelmed by the full feelings of getting soundly fucked, and at last she could no longer fuck back at him. Her entire body was being filled with hot cock and torrents of jism.
Pete grunted and labored over her for what seemed like a long time after she had gone limp, until her cunt overflowed with jism and it trickled down through the perspiring crack of her ass.
Cathy felt flattened out, driven into the floor when he finally slowed down and stopped with a long, drawn-out sigh. She knew she could never again move, but when he slowly withdrew his cock she found the strength to cling to him with her fingers and with her cunt until the wonderful, terrible instrument of her pleasures and pains was at last withdrawn from her battered cunt.
Wickedly wonderful pleasures still rippled like aftershocks through Candy's exhausted body. She couldn't move and she couldn't answer when she heard Betty Jo say, "Kid, are you okay?"
"She just needs to rest a few minutes," said Pete. "So do I. Your friend Cathy sure knows how to fuck. Fine little piece of ass!"
Cathy stifled a moan and rolled over and tried to get up. Pete's words and Betty Jo's giggling agreement filled her with shame. Jism and cunt juice slid slimily down from her cunt as she groggily rose, staggering until Betty Jo came to help her.
"Had enough cock for now?" said Betty Jo. "Do you want to fuck him some more, or are you going to leave some for me?"
"I've gotta rest. Gotta go to the bathroom."
Pete rose to help her along, but Cathy pushed him back and staggered on with Betty, who was still giggling and excitedly chattering.
"Did you hear what he said? You're a good piece of ass. You really know how to fuck. Who else have you been doing it with? Why didn't you tell me you've been fucking other guys? Heck, I'd have sworn you were a virgin like me."
Cathy was too exhausted to answer. And she couldn't protest that it was the first time she'd ever been fucked, for indeed she'd surrendered her virginity earlier that afternoon. Limp as a rag, she let her giggling friend wash her inflamed loins with a warm cloth and sit her down on the toilet to coax her to pee. Her water came slowly, accompanied by slight pain, and by strong tinglings of the wild pleasures that had just been so strongly thrust upon her.
Cathy felt weak as a sick kitten and sickly ashamed of herself as Betty Jo helped her stagger on to her bed. Under the covers, limp and utterly spent, Cathy continued to see the big cock plunging into her little body and continued to feel aftershocks of forbidden ecstasies even after she'd dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cathy awoke stiff and sore, and her first waking thought was of cock. She was snug in her bed, being warmed by the closeness of another body. Betty's blonde head was resting on her shoulder, and it had to be Betty Jo's hand resting on Cathy's cunt.
Her cunt felt far different than it had the morning before. Cathy wanted to get up and examine herself. She wanted to see the evidence of the loss of her virginity, evidence that her trusting parents would spot in a moment as soon as they returned from their week of vacation.
In the twenty-four hours of their absence, Cathy had gone completely wild. She had played with the pricks of two different guys, sucked on them till they'd creamed in her mouth, and she'd let both of them fuck her. It seemed completely unreal, but she knew from her stiffness and soreness that it had all truly happened. Had she somehow been drugged? Hypnotized perhaps? That was too much to hope for. She was simply an oversexed little slut. And to make matters worse, visions of hard, juicy cocks kept popping into her brain.
Holding back tears of remorse, Cathy started to rise from her bed. Betty Jo quickly woke up and drew her back to the snuggly warmth. "Hi, kid," said Betty Jo. "How do you feel?"
"Terrible. Sore. I've got to get up."
"I feel great. After you went to sleep, Pete and I fucked and sucked all night, and I feel terrific."
"You did? You fucked all night?" Cathy rose up on an elbow to look at her friend in disbelief.
Betty Jo threw back the covers and sat up, heavy young tittles nakedly jiggling, to beam a bright smile down on her wide-eyed friend. "Sure we did. Fucking's great. Didn't you think so?"
"Don't you feel any ... different now?"
Betty Jo reached down and gave her pink and blonde cunt a fond squeeze. She giggled and said, "I feel great! Don't you?"
She took her fingers from between her plump white legs and fondled Cathy's brown-haired cunt. The girls hadn't touched each other like that before. Cathy, embarrassed, tried to brush Betty Jo's hand aside. But Betty Jo parted Cathy's cunt lips and smilingly said, "That's where it went, right in there. Didn't it feel terrific?"
"Sort of," said Cathy, squirming on the rumpled sheets as Betty Jo's softly moving fingers vividly helped her recall the pleasures she had so enthusiastically entered into with Pete.
"It felt even better when he was going down on me," Betty Jo said. She took her fingers from Cathy's pussy, warmly atingle now, and got up on her knees beside Cathy to fondle her own cunt again.
Cathy had seen Betty Jo's cunt before. It looked no different and that gave her hope that her own cunt had not been changed somehow by the loss of her virginity. The thin, silky blonde hair of Betty Jo's cunt looked as girlishly virginal as ever. Its prim pink lips had not been stretched out of shape by the heavy insertions of Pete's big cock. And there, as Betty Jo showed her, was the tiny pink button of Betty Jo's clitoris, still coyly diminutive. Cathy's slit felt swollen and sharply sensitized. Gazing at Betty Jo's pussy, and at the girl's moving fingers, Cathy reached down to fearfully feel of herself.
She felt just the same there. Her pussy was a good deal more moist than usual, it was certainly very sensitized and warmly atingle, but very thankfully she wasn't stretched out of shape at all from the strenuous and rather thrilling fucking. Rather thrilling? It has been absolutely magnificent for her, just as it had been for Betty Jo.
"Oh, I'm so glad you did it too!" said Cathy. She exuberantly embraced Betty Jo about her firmly plump hips. "You're right. It was terrific. And I'm not a bit sorry about having done it."
Betty Jo held Cathy where she was, with her cheek against her very warm, blonde fringed pubis, and said, "Didn't it feel sexy as could be when he went down on you? I just couldn't stop cumming when he had his tongue in my pussy. If he was here now, I'd beg for a little bit more of his tongue. Wouldn't you?"
With her face nested in the warm and pun-gently fragrant hollow of Betty Jo's loins, Cathy smiled and nodded, thinking only of Pete's big cock sliding deep in her cunt.
Betty Jo squirmed closer against Cathy, saying, "He just loves to do it. It must be lots of fun to do. Real sexy. You know?"
"Must be," Cathy murmured, squirming her thighs together now, wish-dreaming of cock as she nestled against Betty Jo's cunt.
"I'm feeling so sexy," said Betty Jo. She took Cathy's cheeks in her hands and turned her head until Cathy, with her chin brushing Betty Jo's pubic mound, was gazing up past Betty Jo's lovely big tits to look at her smiling face. "Honest, Cathy, I'd just do anything if Pete or someone was here to tickle my clit with his tongue for a minute. It felt so good. It felt so sexy. Don't you feel sexy now just talking about it?" to
Cathy didn't feel like talking. Indeed she was feeling sexy, inordinately so, and she had to get up and into the shower before it made her do things she didn't want to do. Betty Jo's cunt was so close before her, and so very adorable. Her own cunt was seething with wonderfully sexy feelings now, feelings that threatened to turn this day into a repeat of the last one, fucking with Gary, fucking with a total stranger, going completely out of her mind. Shaken, starting to tremble, she pushed off from Betty Jo's warm, naked beauty and started to rise from her bed.
Betty Jo grasped Cathy's shoulder and drew her back down on the bed. Grinning, she threw one leg over Cathy's waist and sat down on her tummy. Betty Jo's pussy was very warm and wet against Cathy's tummy. Her smile was brazenly sexy as she squeezed and fondled her tits, there before and above Cathy's eyes. Now she reached down to lightly and warmly play with Cathy's titties, saying, "Are we in a hurry to go somewhere? Can't we stay in bed and play?"
All that warmth, all that nakedness so close together added swiftly to the seething sexiness sweeping through Cathy's body. She'd simply die if she lost control of herself with Betty Jo. "I've gotta get up," she said, arching under Betty Jo's naked weight, pushing up with her belly against Betty Jo's very warm crotch.
"We will in a minute," said Betty Jo and, still smiling, took one of her hands from Cathy's stiffly crested titties to reach behind her and fondle her cunt.
The feelings there were sudden and galvanic. As Betty Jo's finger slipped down through Cathy's warm, wet slit, Cathy urgently tried to escape from the urges that seized her.
"Betty Jo, let me up!"
"In a minute," the blonde teenager said, tickling and diddling Cathy's cunt in a wholly intolerable way, and reaching down to her cunt with her free hand to do the same to herself.
"Let me up, Betty Jo! I've got to pee!" Cathy said, frantically trying to fight down the rush of hot feelings of wicked desire, and failing at this.
"I won't let you up till you kiss my pussy. Just once. Just a little bit," said Betty Jo.
As she said it, she lifted her loins from Cathy's tummy so that now her glowing pink cunt was hovering over Cathy's titties, right there before Cathy's eyes. Betty Jo was playing with her cunt, frankly and slowly masturbating while Cathy watched.
There was a wild glint in Betty Jo's eyes. There was a wild fire in Cathy's cunt. Cathy reached for her cunt and frantically itched at it, rubbed at the fiery blossom there, then madly joined in with Betty Jo's masturbation.
"Oh! OH! OH!" said Betty Jo, in rising tones, as her fingers flew in her wet pink slit, setting the tempo for Cathy's flying fingers.
"Kiss it just once! Cathy, I need it so bad!" Betty Jo exclaimed, jiggling and jerking everywhere as beneath her, Cathy writhed in burgeoning excitement and madly rubbed at her cunt.
"OH! OH-H! OH-H-H-H-H!" Betty Jo shouted, and suddenly threw her naked body on Cathy's, writhing and orgasming strongly and strenuously, thrusting her orgasmings in upon Cathy's.
They panted and writhed and clung together as they rolled about on Cathy's bed. "Eat it! Go down on me! Kiss my cunt!" Betty Jo gasped through her fully blossoming orgasms, grinding her cunt against Cathy's, entwining their naked legs, mashing their firm young titties flat between them and clawing and clutching and gasping for more.
Cathy's orgasms came in sharp, wracking spasms. The impulse was there to go right on into insanity and bury her gasping face between Betty lo's legs. But then all that disappeared with a shock as Betty Jo suddenly twisted about and tried to attack Cathy's cunt with her mouth. Cathy squealed and twisted away to scamper to her bathroom, leaving Betty Jo moaning urgently and clutching hard at her pussy as she tore up the bedclothes with her oragsmic thrashings.
They breakfasted quite sedately for two teen-aged girls. Each of them circumspectly avoided any mention of the pleasures of the flesh they had shared in Cathy's bed, and of how close they had come to having oral sex together. It had only been impulse that had brought them so close to it. Cathy knew it would never happen again. She liked boys. She liked cock. She admitted that to herself now, and she knew Betty Jo felt just the same way that she did. Cathy knew that the small, longing look in Betty Jo's eyes was a reflected look of yearning for Pete, or for someone like him.
"Let's go to the beach again today," Cathy said. "Let's go down there and flirt around till we find a boy for each of us."
Betty Jo wrinkled her nose. "Didn't you have enough fucking yesterday? Are you turning into a nympho?"
Immediately embarrassed, Cathy said, "We don't have to do anything with them. We could just kid around."
"Not with the way you like to fuck. You'd be screwing 'em both and I'd be playing with myself."
The sudden thought of being fucked by two boys at once sent hot, queasy feelings surging through Cathy's body. But she scowled and said, "Oh, don't be silly. Fucking isn't such a big deal."
"The way you went at it, it is." Betty Jo giggled. "If we went to the beach, you'd want to fuck with the first guy that smiled at you. And you'd do it with him right there on the beach."
"Betty Jo, what a thing to say!"
"Well, you probably would. like I say, fucking isn't everything. I mean, I liked it, but there's other ways to have fun. Let's go visit my friend Gloria and just sit around and talk."
"Darn it, I know fucking isn't the only way to have fun," Cathy said, hurt by her friend's accusations. "I just wanted to go to the beach and flirt."
"Then go and flirt if you want to. Fuck 'em all if you feel like it. I'll go visit Gloria by myself."
Cathy was left disconsolate at the table while Betty Jo rose and minced out of the room to the phone. She couldn't bear to go to the beach without Betty Jo. She wouldn't know how to begin to flirt with the boys there without Betty Jo's exuberant presence to bolster her. And the thought of Betty Jo going off to spend the day with another girl friend was very disturbing. Betty Jo was her very best friend in the world. They'd gone through too much mischief together to let anyone come between them.
Cathy would forget all about boys-if that was possible-to remain Betty Jo's very best friend. She rose to go after Betty Jo and tell her she'd join her in visiting her friend, and just then Betty Jo came bouncing back into the kitchen with stars in her eyes.
"I woke her up, but she wasn't real mad," Betty Jo reported. "She said it'd be okay for me to come over in an hour or so, after she gets a little more sleep. You sure you don't want to come with me?"
"Would you mind if I did?"
"Oh, Cathy, I want you to! She's wild! We'll have lots of fun with Gloria!"
They closely embraced in the kitchen, and all was well with the two young friends once again.
As they cleaned up the dishes from their late breakfast, Betty Jo chattered excitedly on about Gloria. Gloria was a twice married and twice, divorced cocktail waitress who lived alone. Betty Jo confessed she had visited Gloria once already, alone, but had gotten embarrassed about something and had prematurely left. Betty Jo leeringly said that Gloria went to sex parties. This revelation was morbidly fascinating to Cathy, though she wanted nothing to do with a bunch of older people who engaged in orgies.
She told this to Betty Jo, who said, "Wouldn't you even like to watch? I know I would."
"I don't want to watch people doing it and I don't want to do it myself. I did it enough yesterday to last a long time. There isn't going to be a sex party there today, is there?" Cathy said with alarm. "If there is, I'm not going."
Betty Jo laughed and hugged her. "It'll just be the three of us. She'll make you laugh. I'm going to take a bath, and then we'll go."
Cathy went into her bedroom and put on a halter top and shorts. She didn't want to laugh, and she didn't want to meet the old barmaid who had picked up Betty Jo hitch-hiking. She wanted to stay home. She wanted Pete to come over and make wonderful, romantic love to her before gently easing his big, hard cock in her cunt and making her feel glorious all over. She wanted the tender romance that she had always believed went along with the mysterious excitement of sex. The excitement of sex wasn't so mysterious to Cathy any more. The day before it had changed her into a different person, and she still felt different now. Though howling and humping for cock was behind her now, a very strongly glowing itch between her legs was a constant reminder of the unbelievable pleasures she'd known under Pete's powerfully thrusting body.
A hot shudder went through Cathy as she recalled the fuckings. It hit her again as she strolled restlessly through her living room, where she saw the exact spot where she'd known such immense joys and such shame. The feeling quivered and rippled through her as she continued on to the kitchen, each step she took a reminder of the slip pery hot jolts delivered by Pete's big, big cock.
She paused to scratch at her itching pussy through the tight crotch band of her shorts. Cathy rubbed her cunt more as the memories came back in detail, recalling the imprints of the hairs of his chest on her naked tits while he'd fucked her. She could feel every place on her body his hands had touched. Cathy had thought at the time she would never forget the taste of his jism, but now she yearned for a fresh, hot reminder.
Why didn't he call her? And why had he left her to sleep alone while he spent the night fucking Betty Jo?
That last question was easy to answer. Betty Jo was cute, bubbly, vivacious, openly sexy, and she had those beautiful big titties that turned men's heads and caused the boys at school to drool over her.
All Cathy had at the moment was a broken hymen and a wetly itching cunt.
She went to the back door window and peeped out. She had a neighbor, too. Gary, always obedient to his parents' wishes, was clipping the hedge that separated his house from Cathy's. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing shorts once again. He was a nice, clean-cut boy and that was his problem-he was just a boy. But he was there.
Cathy was quaking all over as she reached for the doorknob. She had to clench her teeth together to keep them from rattling. From a few yards away, Gary looked up at her. Framed in the doorway, Cathy flashed a sickly, simpering smile. Gary lowered his clippers and looked at Cathy wide-eyed. She pursed her lips in a kiss and artfully, sexily posed.
He went back to his work. She stamped her foot in exasperation. He looked up and she angrily beckoned him over. He resolutely shook his head. Furious now, even desperate, Cathy untied her halter top and spread its halves wide. Gary dropped his clippers and came through the hedge like an automation, and Cathy, smiling insolently now, milked and squeezed and fondled her naked tits in full view of him until he had closed the back door behind him.
"Cathy, we shouldn't be doing these things," he whined.
She grabbed his hands and led them to her titties, watched until he was panting and glassy-eyed, then thrust his hands away from her and whispered sharply at him to take down his shorts.
"In here?" he whispered back. "Isn't Betty Jo here?" , Cathy ripped open Gary's shorts and yanked them down to his knees. She spun him around and plunked him down in a kitchen chair. His slender white prick was already thickening and rising, and Cathy dropped to her knees and took it in hand with mixed feelings of great relief and mounting excitement.
She was relieved to find Gary's prick intact, unchanged. She was excited to have it in her hot little hands again. It was as beautiful as ever, and getting ever more exciting as she manipulated it in her quaking hands. If anything, it was more beautiful and exciting than ever, for now she had the opportunity to examine it closely and completely.
Its ability to become hard as a rock amazed her. The blue white skin of its shaft was as smooth as satin under her caressing fingers. Its knob, straining upward, had the color of a rose and a spongy texture that seemed to match the texture of the portals of Cathy's pussy. Her pussy was throbbing insistently within the tight crotch band of her shorts, as if it too could see the column of sex-flesh Cathy held in her hands, but for the moment Cathy's cunt would have to be denied the pleasure of being filled with Gary's cock. Now that she had it in her hands, she wasn't going to let it go.
She rudely pushed Gary's legs far apart and bent down to look at the base of his cock. Fringed with soft, dark hair, it merged very gracefully into his loins. He was sitting right on the edge of the chair, writhing in hot embarrassment, and his balls were hanging down. The hair was very sparse on his balls. It moved when Cathy blew her breath against them, and Gary moved, too, writhing and softly moaning.
She took his balls in her hand and softly rolled them together. He gasped and panted and spasmodically clutched at his thighs. Grinning, she curled her fingers around the shaft of his cock and gave it a few fast strokes, and he writhed more desperately and gazed down at her with a look of great pleading in his eyes.
"Please, Cathy!" he said. "I can't stand it!
You're driving me out of my mind!"
"Oh, hush! Would you rather be out there clip ping the hedge? Get your feet up on the edge of the chair. I want to see what else you've got."
He moaned out a protest, but he did what she told him to do. She lifted his balls, spread the tight cheeks of his buttocks, and wriggled her finger against his ass-hole. "Oh, please! Oh, no! Don't do that!" Gary gasped. She was giggling so hard that she couldn't properly blow her breath against him there, but still it sufficed to add to his gaspings and writhing.
She yanked his feet down to the floor. A droplet of crystal clear goo had formed on the lovely blunt tip of his cock. On the underside of his cock was a long, soft ridge. By running her thumb along that ridge, Cathy simultaneously made the droplet of viscid jism grow larger and made Gary once again plead for her to stop her sexual torment.
"Oh, be quiet or I'll call Betty Jo out here, too," Cathy threatened. "How would you like that? I bet you would like it. I bet you'd like to be looking at her big old titties instead of mine."
"Cathy, you're driving me crazy! I never felt like this in my life!"
"Who cares how you feel?" said Cathy, and pidked up the droplet of crystal clear jism with the tip of her tongue, and smacked her lips with gusto.
She sucked in the head of his cock. It tasted divine, and its velvety texture sweetly caressed Cathy's tongue and lips. She felt very dreamy and good, and still very much aroused and excited, as she nestled the hot hardness of Gary's prick in the warm softness of the hollows of her throat, as she used its rubbery soft knob to massage her naked titties. Gary was completely helpless by then. If a drum and bugle corps had marched through the kitchen just then, he would have stayed right where he was, gasping and writhing, pleading for Cathy to stop, but making no move to push her away.
She got a fresh taste of his cock. Its sweet, sticky juices continued to ooze from its end. She savored the flavor of sex as she guided his cock to each of her armpits, squeezing it tightly there, feeling its throbbing pulse beating in time with hers.
"Are you going to come over here any time I call you so I can play with your prick and get you all hot and excited like this?" Cathy asked.
"I can't!" he moaned. "We shouldn't be doing this!"
"Look, Gary," she said, and rubbed the pink, slippery wet knob of his cock all about on her naked titties, merging its bright pinkness with that of her very stiff nipples. "Aren't you going to come visit when I ask you? Don't you like to have this kind of fun with me?"
"Yes!" The word came out of him like a minor explosion. "I'll be here any time you say. I've been hanging around all morning, just hoping I'd see you. And now this!"
Cathy inwardly burbled with joy at this confession. Though she knew very well it was Betty Jo he had wanted to see, she felt tremendously sexy and sure of herself as she crept closer between his outspread legs and took his cock in her mouth again.
She watched for his every reaction as she sucked him off. His cock was just the right size, spreading her clasping lips most satisfyingly, and not so long that it threatened to choke her as she slid her mouth down its sturdy shaft till the tip of her nose was being tickled by his pubic hairs.
The knob of his cock was clearly the most sensitive part of it. She swirled her tongue all around it while she sucked and swallowed. He was breathing in short, fast panting breaths and holding tightly to his naked hips while Cathy sucked his cock. Her nostrils flared with her faster breathing. He had a sweet, faintly sweaty smell about him that further excited her senses. She stroked the shaft of his cock while she sucked on the knob of it, thinking back to the day before on the beach and ail the concealed cocks that had surrounded her there. Sucking Pete's big cock in the bathroom had been thrilling too. She loved sucking cocks. She wanted to suck every cock in the city. She would, when she had the chance. Just then it seemed better than fucking ever could be, and then it got better still when she realized that Gary was doing his level best to hold back from cumming.
He hadn't a chance against her. Her mouth was all warm and moist, and she knew how to use her lips and tongue now, and just how hard to suck on the lovely hard meat in her mouth.
He was groaning and thrashing about in the chair. She took his cock from her mouth, reintroduced it to her titties and throat and armpits, and then sucked on it once again as she quickly and urgently stroked its shaft. He grjmaced and bared his teeth and gave up the battle, surrendering a series of lovely, hot jets of his jism which Cathy lovingly savored and swallowed.
His rich semen warmed her to the depths of her bowels. She rubbed her belly as if in the aftermath of a turkey dinner, and she squeezed her cunt and her titties, too, for the hot gravy from Gary's cock was thrilling as well as satisfying to Cathy's needs. She was sorry when the hot jets of his jism diminished. She took his cock from her mouth to milk it for more, watching anxiously for any last drops to come oozing out, and licking them off as they came. By that time Gary was laid back in the chair, grinning vapidly, all limp and relaxed.
And by that time, Cathy was vexed with herself for not prolonging the blow job much longer. But there would be other cocks to suck on. Cathy was quite sure of this as she unsteadily got to her feet, all aglow from the hot load of jism she'd swallowed and from the wonderfully sexy things she'd done with the boy from next door.
Shame-faced, Gary pulled on his shorts and trudged out the door. Cathy paced about the house, wearing a secret smile and wishing Pete would call so she could suck on his bigger, fatter cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Betty Jo came out of her bath she looked cute as could be. Two blue ribbons were perkily perched in her golden curls, and pink lipstick glistened moistly on her smiling lips. She had used some of Cathy's mother's perfume, and she smelled sweetly fresh and feminine. She was wearing a yellow terry cloth sunsuit that zipped down the front, and nothing else. Her freedom from underclothing was quite apparent from the jigglings of her very round ass-cheeks and titties as she scurried about after Cathy, urging her on to hasty departure.
"What's the hurry?" said Cathy. "Pete might call."
"He'll call back if he calls at all. Is that all you think about, boys? We'll have a good time at
Gloria's. If we don't, we'll go on to the beach and pick up some boys. Okay? Let's go!"
Betty Jo took the lead on her bicycle. Cathy's cunt was uncomfortably wet on the seat of her bike as she tried to keep up. All around Cathy, on the sidewalks and in cars, were men and boys. Each of them had a cock to be sucked, and Cathy speculated on every one she passed as she pedaled along to what she knew would be a waste of time. She smiled at some of the males in passing. She boldly formed her lips in the cocksucking shape when she saw one particularly handsome young man driving past in a car. She thought back to Gary's cock in her mouth and against her titties, and she looked forward to shopping for cocks at the beach that day.
Betty Jo and Cathy chained their bikes to a light standard in a smail, old business area close to the beach. Using the plate glass window of a drug store as a mirror, Betty Jo primped and fussed as Cathy looked about with mild distaste at the rather tawdry neighborhood with its little shops and bars and corner grocery stores. Gloria had an apartment over the drug store. The stairs leading up to it were narrow, lit with a dim orange bulb, and smelled faintly of incense. Betty Jo squeezed Cathy's hand with an excitement that Cathy did not feel at all as her friend knocked at the door at the head of the stairs.
It was opened a crack, then thrown open wide by a black-haired, brightly smiling woman appreciably younger than Cathy had expected. Still she was old, close to thirty perhaps. She was pretty, in a gaunt and haggard way. The bones of her face were good, but beneath her high cheekbones, her cheeks were slightly sunken. Her complexion was very fair, but marred with lines around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. Her lipstick was very red, her eye shadow blue, and her perfume was far more penetrating than Betty Jo's. She was of medium height and had an angular figure, much of which could be seen through the knee length black satin robe that was sashed around her waist. She seemed very glad to see them. She ushered them into her small, dimly illuminated apartment, bolted the door behind them, and slipped a hand around each of their waists and kissed their cheeks in greeting.
Her frank look of appraisal embarrassed Cathy. She looked Cathy up and down, grinning at what she saw, and addressing Betty Jo. "Your friend is a doll, Betty Jo. What a treat to have two teenaged brats come visit me. Cathy, is it? She looks just as sweet and innocent as can be, but I'll bet she knows just as much about getting into mischief as you do."
She pinched Cathy's bottom, and Betty Jo giggled at the way it made Cathy jump. Cathy nervously twisted away from the grinning brunette and timidly asked if she could use the bathroom. Gloria took her hand and led her across the tiny room, filled with furniture and the scent of incense, and guided her into the bathroom. It adjoined Gloria's living room and was cluttered with bottles and jars of make-up and perfume, and with lingerie that hung from the shower curtain rod.
As Cathy hesitantly unzipped her shorts, Gloria stood leaning against the door jamb, still grinning, and said, "I'm sure glad Betty Jo brought you over. You look like a kid who-likes to have a good time. I don't have to go to work for a couple hours. We'll have some fun. Do you like to smoke pot?"
Cathy quickly shook her head. Was the woman going to stand there while she peed? Not knowing just what to do, Cathy quickly pushed down her shorts and sat down on the toilet.
Gloria's red lacquer tipped fingers rustled over her black satin robe as she gazed down at Cathy, saying, "Don't give me that. All brats like you and Betty Jo smoke a little pot. I made a pitcher of iced tea to keep our tongues nice and wet while we smoke. We'll have a tea party. We'll have some "fun."
She winked and withdrew from the doorway. Cathy had to rise and close the door before she could pee. Gloria, with her frank and penetrating gaze, made Cathy nervous. She would do what she could to get out of there soon. That might not be easy, for Betty Jo was clearly fascinated by the older and apparently worldly woman.
Cathy's pussy was still wet and sticky from the excitement she had wrought in herself while sucking Gary's prick. She washed herself with a cool cloth and used some of Gloria's perfumed powder to dust her cunt and crotch before pulling up her shorts. With her hand on the doorknob, she forced calmness to take the place of the nervousness she felt, but the calmness disappeared the moment she opened the door.
Betty Jo and Gloria were sitting on the couch smoking marijuana. Cathy had tried it once, hadn't liked it, and had no plans to ever try it again. Betty Jo was going for it, though, blinking the smoke away as she sucked on the joint that Gloria held in her fingers. Betty Jo's titties were thrust out as she held her breath and as Gloria held out the lipstick stained joint to Cathy. When Cathy shook her head, no, Betty exhaled a thin cloud of smoke and said, "Oh, don't be such a baby. It's good!"
Gloria's cheeks collapsed as she took an enormous drag, and as she exhaled she said, "I guess I was wrong about little Cathy. I guess she's too young to enjoy getting into mischief."
Cathy came forward and filled her lungs with smoke as Gloria held the red tipped joint to her lips, looking deep into Cathy's eyes as she did so, smirking at what she saw. Cathy controlled her irritation and sat down in the big easy chair that faced the couch. Gloria passed the smoldering cigarette back and forth between her lips and Betty
Jo's, who was eager to partake of the weed.
"Now inhale it from me," Gloria said, and dragged again on the joint.
She pursed her lips and motioned Betty Jo closer. Betty Jo, glassy eyed, parted her lips and faced Gloria nose to nose. When Gloria blew the, smoke out, Betty Jo inhaled it, and at Gloria's command, Betty Jo blew it back into Gloria's mouth.
"The French way," said Gloria, and inhaled a fresh lungful of smoke.
Gloria drew Betty Jo closer and touched her lips to those of the girl. Betty Jo cast a sidelong glance at Cathy and proceeded to follow Gloria's lead in exchanging the smoke with her lips touching Gloria's.
"Wild, eh?" Gloria murmured.
"I love it!" said Betty Jo. "And I'm getting so stoned!"
Cathy declined to join in, and nervously squirmed in the chair while the joint was finished in 'the French way'. By the time it was gone, Betty Jo's lips were smudged with red and she was grinning and giggling at everything Gloria said or did. Gloria plucked at Betty Jo's blonde curls and stroked her hands and arms and cheeks as she chattered, all but ignoring Cathy now. Betty Jo drank in Gloria's every attention.
"You've got to meet Hank and Julie soon," Gloria said. "They're married but that doesn't stop them from having fun. Julie's a real brat, but she's a doll. She's almost as slim as your friend, Cathy, but her tits are almost as big as yours. You've sure got nice big ones, Betty Boop. I wish mine were half as big as yours."
Gloria squeezed each of her tits through the black satin. Her hand went to Betty Jo's very prominent mounds and lingered appreciatively there, liberally sampling the weight and the contours of Betty Jo's proudest feminine asset. The black-haired woman grinned and winked at Cathy as she played with Betty Jo's tits, but Betty Jo's attention remained riveted on the woman who shared the couch with her.
She lifted her gaze from the long slender hand that toyed with and squeezed her tits, and murmured, "Is that where you have your sex parties? At Hank and Julie's?"
"I party wherever I can," Gloria replied, and drew Betty Jo closer and brushed her lips against Betty Jo's.
Cathy could tell when Gloria thrust her tongue in Betty Jo's mouth, for the plump little blonde momentarily stiffened and then melted closer into Gloria's arms. It made Cathy feel very strange to see two females kissing like that. She wanted to leave, dragging Betty Jo with her, and yet she couldn't move or even look away. It wasn't the pot that held her immobile. It was the living sight of forbidden sex, taboo sex taking place right before her eyes.
"Nice," Gloria murmured, as she took her lips from Betty Jo's. "Very nice indeed," she went on, and drew down the zipper of Betty Jo's sun-suit and slipped her hand inside to fondle and play with the girl's naked breasts.
Betty Jo watched as Gloria's hand moved smoothly and surely within the yellow terry cloth. She was quite oblivious to Cathy's presence as, just across the tiny room, Cathy fidgeted in her chair with increasing discomfort. But she didn't miss a word Gloria said.
"Nice big tits. Lovely breasts. I bet you let all the boys play with these big beauties, and some of the girls as well. Do you like to have them kissed? Does that get you hot? Does it make you feel good all over when somebody hot and horny like me sucks on your nipples? I'll just pull down this zipper a little bit more and we'll see."
Down it came, and Betty Jo made no move to stop her. Now both of her splendid young tits were completely bared, and Gloria paused to remark on their sexy beauty before descending on the nearest crested nipple with her scarlet lips open wide and her long pink tongue leading the way.
Betty Jo caught in her breath and said, "Ooo-o-o-o." She glanced up at Cathy and acted as if she wasn't there, and squirmed and thrust her tits closer against Gloria's sucking mouth and caressing hand as she hotly squirmed on the couch.
Gloria's mouth smacked off the wetted nipple. Her wriggling tongue once again led the way to Betty Jo's other tit. She milked out its nipple between her long bony fingers and tickled and teased its very stiff tip with her tongue.
"Oh, Gloria!" Betty Jo exclaimed. "That feels just wonderful! I never felt this way when boys kissed my titties."
" 'Course not," said Gloria, and rose up from Betty Jo's big beauties to kiss her on the mouth with great passion.
She easily pushed Betty Jo back against the cushions. She warmly massaged and played with her naked tits while they kissed, and Betty Jo made no move to resist when Gloria's hand zigzagged down over her belly and delved in between her legs. Betty Jo sat there completely passive, completely receptive to anything Gloria did. Cathy could hardly sit still. It was weird and offensive to see her friend being made love to by a woman, but somehow Cathy still couldn't look away.
Betty Jo didn't move until Gloria drew back from the kiss, whereupon she reached out to pull her back to it. But Gloria rose from the couch and caressed herself sensuously as she said, "We need some iced tea and I need to pee. Make yourself useful and pour, little Cathy."
Cathy was trembling all over as she poured their drinks in the little kitchenette. Her state of acute nervousness was compounded by her view of
Gloria's bathroom and its occupant. With the door wide open, Gloria hiked up her robe, displaying a pair of very shapely white legs, pushed her black panties down to her knees and sat down on the toilet. Her water soon clattered noisily. Cathy exchanged an anxious look with Betty Jo, who shook her head sharply when Cathy motioned that they should leave. Then Cathy had to look back through the bathroom door at Gloria's legs, at her feet shod in black high heeled mules, and at the panties she now stripped completely off as she sat on the toilet, peeing. Cathy's nerves were completely jangled, the ice cubes were rattling in the glasses she held in her hands, but Gloria looked completely calm and self-possessed as she breezed out of the bathroom with her legs flashing from between the halves of her black satin robe.
She took two glasses from Cathy's hands and blew her a kiss, then strode purposefully back to the couch. She had Betty Jo drink deeply while she held the glass. Then the glasses were set aside and their necking and fondling and playing was resumed at a more torrid pace as Cathy returned to her chair.
Gloria's brief absence had done nothing at all to cool Betty Jo's ardor. The plump little blonde couldn't get enough of Gloria's kisses nor enough of her intimately caressing hands. When Gloria peeled Betty Jo's sunsuit down over her shoulders, Betty Jo eagerly helped, then quickly returned to the hot, tonguing kisses of the black-haired woman beside her.
Cathy nervously sipped her iced tea. She was getting aroused herself, no doubt about it. The scent of female sex blended into the smell of the incense in the little room, and the action on the couch was getting wildly erotic to Cathy.
Gloria's legs were sprawled apart as she expertly toyed with the erotic senses of the very receptive girl. Black satin and dark velvet shadows obscured Gloria's cunt, which Cathy knew to be naked beneath the thin folds of the robe. Betty Jo's cunt was partially naked now, for Gloria's fingers had drawn the crotch band of the sunsuit aside so they could tease and tickle Betty Jo farther still into sweet insanity. Betty Jo's naked tits were smudged with Gloria's lipstick. She was panting and murmuring moans and clasping the amoral and very amorous woman closely. Gloria was clearly having the time of her life, fully enjoying the fresh young beauty who had placed herself at her disposal, and taking time out now and then to blow Cathy a kiss and give her a beckoning look.
She kept telling Betty Jo how pretty she was, how sexy. She said, "You're a beautiful child. I adore these big tits of yours. Can't get enough of 'em. And your pussy smells so sweet it's got me drooling. I'd still like to give that hot little cunt of yours a good sucking. Mmmmm, wouldn't that feel nice. It doesn't seem to scare you as it did the other day. Why is that, angel? Have you and your little friend been playing sixty-nine?"
Cathy scissored her sweating thighs very closely together and hatefully glared at Gloria. Betty Jo, nuzzling and kissing at Gloria's smiling lips, panted, "No. But I thought about it a lot, all the time! It doesn't scare me at all now. I want you to do it, Gloria, I do!"
"Then let's take off this sunsuit, darling. Down comes the zipper and you can wiggle right out of it. That's right. My God, you're a cute little thing. The more I see of you, the more I like you. You'll have to get up to take it all the way off, dear, and show Cathy and me everything you've got."
Betty Jo unsteadily rose to strip off her sunsuit. Gloria helped her with this, easing the yellow terry-cloth down to reveal more and still more of Betty Jo's cunning curves, tinged pink in her very keen state of excitement. Gloria wouldn't let her sit down again when she was naked. Gloria sat on the edge of the couch, knees clasped together, black satin robe falling down from the sides of her legs, and admired Betty Jo's nakedness with her hands and her eyes.
Betty Jo's tits jiggled and shook in her avid excitement. She was twitching and jerking as Gloria's hands roved over her naked body, over the jutting curves of her buttocks, between her legs, up and down her firmly tapered thighs. Her tits swung heavily forward as, at Gloria's command, she bent forward at the waist, the better for Gloria to cover her blushing pink ass with kisses and run her long fingers lightly through the wet, tufted crack of her crotch. Cathy had to clutch tightly at the arms of the chair to keep from leaping up and somehow joining into the wild scene there before her eyes. Betty Jo looked as if her bones had been turned to rubber as she twisted and writhed under Gloria's expert hands.
Now one of those hands went to Gloria's body. Her knees parted, and Cathy caught a glimpse of black hair as Gloria's hand went between her legs and rubbed at her cunt. As the cocktail waitress played with herself very frankly and openly, she told Betty Jo to turn around and face her. Betty Jo was in profile to Cathy, and Cathy therefore saw it clearly when Gloria thrust out her waggling tongue and tickled its tip in through the sparse golden hair of Betty Jo's pink-lipped cunt.
At once Betty Jo clutched at Gloria's head and exclaimed, "Gloria! That feels wonderful! Do it some more! Please do!"
Gloria drew back smacking her lips. She parted Betty Jo's little cunt lips with her fingers and returned with her flashing pink tongue, setting Betty Jo to shrilly squealing and bobbing and squirming about till her titties and ass-cheeks were dancing.
"Oh! Oh! I love it! I do!" squealed Betty Jo, until Gloria abruptly yanked her down on the couch and gave her a deeply consuming kiss on the mouth.
Cathy's stomach turned over. She chewed on her lips while Betty Jo sucked on Gloria's tongue, and while Gloria's fingers delved faster and deeper in her black-haired cunt. Cathy could see almost all of it now. It was remarkably hairy. Gloria put more of herself on display as she French-kissed with Betty Jo, ripping open her satin sash, revealing herself in a black brassiere.
Her skin looked flaccid and pale against the black garments she wore and somehow wildly exciting. Her cunt-hair was thick between her parted legs and grew thinner as it reached almost up to her navel. Cathy gasped when Gloria's fingers widely parted the long, loose lips of her cunt, fully revealing the depths of her cuntal split, and a clitoris of a size that was easily discernible from across the room. Her cunt lips stayed parted, glistening purplish pink, as she lifted her hand to Betty Jo's hotly flushed face.
"Baby, yes. Cunt tastes so good," cooed the woman in black, very clearly aroused now, and inserted her cunty wet fingers through Betty Jo's kiss-swollen lips.
"Yes, pretty baby. Suck on me. Taste me," she said, and Betty Jo grasped Gloria's hand in hers and kissed it and licked it with fervid ardor.
Gloria thrust Betty Jo back against the cushions again and dove down and delved with her tongue in Betty Jo's slit. Betty Jo squealed in her ecstasy, mauling Gloria's back, tilting her nubile young hips up for more. Turning away from Betty Jo's reaching pussy, Gloria lasciviously licked her lips and said, "Get up and take off your clothes, pretty Cathy. I want a taste of your pussy, too."
Cathy stayed riveted to the chair, quaking violently, watching it all as Gloria tangled tongues with Betty Jo, sucked and chewed on her titties, and reached down between her legs to once again wet her fingers with cunt juice for Betty to taste.
Gloria's legs were wide open. Her cuntal scent was quite strong. Cathy's entire body was trembling and quaking as she pushed herself up from the chair. Gloria's fingers again obscured the lewd exposure of her cunt as Cathy's feet took her across the room. When she crouched to look closer, Gloria lifted one leg, planted the heel of her slipper on the couch cushion, and showed the girl every bit of the long, inward sweeping curve of her hairy crotch. Her cunt lips were long and loose and overflowing with her juices. Her scent was rank and strong and utterly compelling. Cathy's nostrils flared widely as she breathed it in, timidly extending her tongue, tasting the hot, wet flesh with the tip of it, then thrusting forward for more of the succulent goodness of Gloria's cunt.
"Oh, baby, yeah-h-h. You got the right idea," Gloria purred.
She placed an encouraging hand on Cathy's head. Cathy didn't need it. It was better than sucking cock. Pasting hotly through her nostrils, she lapped the slick nectar from Gloria's cunt. She drew the hairy lips aside and slathered her tongue through the wide red slit for more. Her fingers dug deeply into Gloria's very soft buttocks as Gloria stiffened and gasped with delight at the touch of Cathy's tongue on her clitoris.
"Baby, suck me there! Suck on my nasty old clit!"
Cathy did just as suggested, completely caught up in the sex she'd been watching, smacking and sucking hot kisses all around and about Gloria's stiffened clitoris.
Betty Jo's panicked voice said, "Gloria, she's doing it to you! She's going down on you!"
"You better believe it," said Gloria, moaning in ecstasy and feeding young Cathy more of her big hairy cunt "Uh-h-h! Your sweet little girl friend's making me cum, and she loves it. You will, too, when it's your turn to suck on my cunt. Stand up, Betty Jo. Stand up and straddle me so I can suck on your little cunt while I'm cumming. Don't quit on me, Cathy. I need more of your pretty mouth on my cunt."
Cathy had no intention of quitting. She had velvety soft thighs to caress and beautiful sex flesh to suck on and kiss. Overhead she had a view of Betty Jo's saucy buttocks, twitching and jiggling in Gloria's hands as their hostell gave Betty Jo's cunt the same sort of treatment her cunt was getting from Cathy. It was wild, and it was making Cathy wildly excited.
She tried to concentrate her sucking kisses on Gloria's clitoris. She knew how good that must feel. It was quite large enough to suck on. It was almost like a tiny cock, but its flavor was dynamically more thrilling.
"Nnn-n-n-ng! NN-N-N-NG!! ! " Gloria moaned through her avid cunt-sucking, cumming again, much to Cathy's delight.
Her orgasms were infectious, so it seemed, for Betty Jo squealed, "I'm gonna cum! Gloria, I'm cumming! All over! Oh! OH! OH-H-H-H, GLORIA!! ! "
Gloria's body went tense, arching upward against Cathy's cunty wet face in a shuddering upheaval of internal ecstasies. Then quickly she pushed the squealing Betty Jo aside and yanked Cathy up for a voraciously devouring kiss on the mouth. Panting wildly, looking quite overcome with her lust, she wrenched back from the torrid kiss to rip off Cathy's halter top and maul and squeeze her naked titties. An orgasm instantly swept through Cathy's body.
Gloria kissed her again, magnifying her orgasm, and snapped, "Take off those goddammed shorts before I take them off in shreds!"
Down they came. Gloria shucked off her robe, and now the only garment on the bodies of the three fully aroused females was Gloria's black brassiere.
She clasped Cathy to her in a straining, shuddering embrace, sucking on the young lips and tongue that had found such excitement in her cunt. With Betty Jo hovering anxiously close, Gloria grinned triumphantly and sent shock waves of ecstatic sensation through Cathy by caressing her titties, by pulling and tweaking her very erectile nipples, first with her fingers and then with her lips and teeth. She dropped into a crouch, pushed Cathy's long legs roughly apart and made very contented noises deep in her throat as she slashed her long, agile tongue through Cathy's seething, brimming slit. Four, five, six hotly sucking clitoral kisses in a row sent Cathy reeling into spasms of orgasmic ecstasy that were still sweeping through her young body as Gloria pulled her down on the carpeted floor.
Gloria's fingers kept Cathy's orgasms going and flowing as she grasped Betty Jo's hand and pulled her down with them. Cathy sat with her legs apart and upraised, constantly orgasming, while Gloria re-ignited all of Betty Jo's passions with one very ardorous kiss.
Then she said, "Now you can have a good, big taste of my cunt. We'll have us a little daisy chain. You suck my cunt just like I sucked yours, Betty Jo, while I do Cathy and she does you."
"But I want you to do it to me," Betty Jo pleaded. "Nobody does it like you."
In answer Gloria took Betty Jo by the hair of her head and shoved her face down between her legs.
She had to hold the blonde head down there for a few moments till Betty Jo found her way, whereupon Gloria turned to Cathy with a wolfish grin.
Her mouth and her tongue were fantastic. She smacked hot, sucking kisses all through the length of Cathy's open crotch. Cathy tried to emulate their sexual mentor with her kisses on Betty Jo's very firm little cunt, but her orgasms were such that she couldn't really tell what she was doing. She had to be doing it well, however, for Betty Jo was writhing and twisting and arching her hot, wet cunt up for more of Cathy's kisses.
Three mouths were glued to three cunts as the three females writhed and contorted on the floor. Shrill muffled outcries merged with the sounds of wet slurping as they gobbled and sucked on each other's exploding pussies, as they clawed at smooth, naked, feverish flesh. Gloria's mouth seemed permanently fastened to Cathy's cunt. She was blessed or doomed to orgasm forever. Her tongue was sore to its root. Her nostrils were clogged with delicately scented juices of Betty Jo's very active cunt. But then that sweet, firm cunt was taken away from her, the round young buttocks were torn from her hands. Cathy's respite was brief. She was rolled over on her back, Gloria scuttled about, and once again Cathy was face to face with the big, hairy, loose-lipped cunt of their hostess.
She welcomed it avidly. Its powerful scent and its thrilling taste gave her new impetus. Sucking on Gloria's well defined clitoris, she molded the woman's soft buttocks in her hands and tickled and delved through the hairy crack for her ass-hole. Gloria hauled upward on Cathy's legs, then plunged her thick, squirming tongue into Cathy's anus. It set off a new kind of orgasm, one that was still tearing through Cathy's guts when Gloria's mouth and tongue returned to her clit to make her explode again and again, till at last she went limp with exhaustion.
Cathy couldn't move when Gloria climbed off her, nor when she heard Betty Jo say, "Is she all right?"
"She's just fine, and so are you. Did you like it?"
"Oooo! Loved it! If I came one more time, I'd have passed out, too. Gosh, I came so many times my pussy hurts."
"Oh, does it? You poor little thing. And after drinking all that iced tea, I'll bet you have to pee. Come along, Betty Boop. I'll help you."
"Gloria, I'm too worn out to move."
"No, you're not. You'll move when I say so. And if you ever again want to cum like you did today, you'll get your fat little ass in the bathroom, now."
Gloria's tone of voice, and the sharp little slaps and giggles that followed, made Cathy open her eyes. The angular black-haired woman was driving
Betty Jo before her with spanks over Betty Jo's plump buttocks. Betty Jo stopped in the bathroom doorway and impudently waggled her round little bottom, then shrilly squealed as Gloria held her right there and paddled her bottom pink with the palm of her hand. She spun the little blonde around and kissed her soundly, then pushed her on into the bathroom and followed after.
More than just curious, Cathy rolled over and crawled to a point where she could see the pair. Betty Jo was standing astraddle the toilet, eagerly accepting the lascivious caresses and kisses of the woman she'd come to see. Her taut, round tummy was thrust forward for Gloria's roving hand. Her big, beautiful young tits were being freely offered for any fondlings Gloria might bestow as they tangled tongues and nuzzled each other's lips.
Gloria's hand slithered down over Betty Jo's tummy and cupped her blonde and pink cunt. She told Betty Jo to pee, and Betty Jo giggled and said, "I can't. Not when you're playing around with me like that."
"Yes, you can," Gloria firmly insisted. "Go ahead and pee. Let it go. Concentrate on it. You'll like it."
Betty Jo looked down at herself, and at the long fingers caressing the slippery pink lips of her cunt and the silky blonde mound of her pubis. She held onto Gloria tightly, and listened as Gloria murmured soft words in her ear. Betty Jo caught in her breath, bit her plump underlip, and started to pee.
"What a good little girl," Gloria murmured, as she rubbed and massaged the sloshing yellow water all through Betty Jo's crotch and up into her cunt.
Betty Jo was up on her toes by then, uttering sharp little gasps. The smiling Gloria continued to massage the hot liquid into her crotch and cunt as she murmured, "Yes, pretty baby, there are lots of ways I can make you cum. I want you back here soon, next time without your friend. I'll take you to bed. I'll give you what every girl longs for. Tomorrow?"
"Yes! Gloria, yes, whatever you say!" Betty Jo exclaimed, and, still gushing her urine into Gloria's moving hand, she sealed her promise with an open mouthed kiss, then sighed and collapsed on the toilet seat.
CHAPTER SIX
Cathy was more than a little concerned about Betty Jo that night. In reflection, Cathy didn't like the things she'd done at Gloria's apartment, and she certainly didn't like the things Gloria had done to and with Betty Jo in her bathroom. Betty Jo acted quite unconcerned with it all. She acted superior about, scoffing at Cathy's suggestions that they go out in search of some boys, and frequently falling silent with a secret smile on her pretty face. When Cathy's father called, Betty Jo giggled as Cathy told him that, yes, they were being very good girls. Her giggle made Cathy recall Gloria's words said to Betty Jo in her bathroom. When they went to bed and Betty Jo tried to snuggle up to her, Cathy turned away from her girl friend's obvious intentions. After having taken t half a dozen hot showers that afternoon, and still feeling Gloria's touches and kisses on her body, Cathy wanted nothing further whatsoever to do with lesbian sex. Cathy told herself she was entirely normal, and that she'd only joined into it all because of the marijuana. Her dreams were certainly normal that night. She dreamed about boys, she dreamed about men, she dreamed she was in a garden of stiff cocks that all belonged to her. She came awake slowly next morning, feeling luxuriously good, tingling with life and basking in the glow that emanated out from between her parted legs.
Betty Jo's curly blonde head was down there. She smiled impishly up at Cathy, brushed her pink 'lips over the silky tan hair of Cathy's glowing pubis, and said, "Morning, Cath. Did you have pleasant dreams?"
"What are you doing down there? Whatever it is, stop it right now."
"I don't want to," said Betty Jo. She pouted prettily, burrowed her lips through Cathy's short hairs, and pressed a warm, blowing kiss at the top of her slit. "I was just having a little breakfast in bed. Yummy. You're better than orange juice any old day."
"Well, stop it right now. I don't want you fooling around with my pussy. It isn't right."
"It seems just right to me." Betty Jo extended her tongue and tickled its tip in search of Cathy's tiny clitoris. Her impish smile was still on her lips as she said, "It tastes just right, too. I feel sexy and so do you. Let's have some fun."
"I don't feel sexy at all," Cathy said, an outright lie, for like all girls her age, she felt marvelously sexy each time she woke up in the morning. This splendid morning was certainly no exception. The sheets of her bed were doubly redolent of the warmth and fragrance of teenaged girls. Her dreams about a garden of cocks had been very vivid. Her pussy was brimful of creamy wetness and oozing more with her every heartbeat. But she scowled and grumpily said, "Let me get up. I've got to pee."
Betty Jo cooed and spoke. "Oooo. I'll go with you. That can be fun."
The picture of Betty Jo writhing and gasping over Gloria's toilet came back to Cathy with jangling quickness. She raised up on her elbows to say, "I pee by myself. Let me up."
"In a minute. We've got all day," said Betty Jo, and returned to nuzzling and foraging with her warm pink lips against the curving mound of Cathy's pussy.
Exasperated, Cathy fell back on her bed. She was exasperated at Betty Jo's growing taste for sex with her own gentler. She was exasperated with herself for having gone to Gloria's apartment and for then having lost control of herself there. She was exasperated with her pussy for not knowing the difference between the cunt kisses of a boy an those of a girl.
Betty Jo's gentle kisses did feel good. So did her hands, softly moving on Cathy's thighs. Together they conspired to send rivulets of warmth flowing through Cathy's supine body. But it wasn't right. She shifted uncomfortably and tried to banish the growing good feelings with her hands. But then they were clutching at her naked, stiff-nippled titties as Betty Jo fastened her lips around Cathy's clitty and sucked on it sweetly.
"That's enough," Cathy said, with irritation. "Stop it and let me get up."
"Whatever you say," said her smiling blonde friend and, getting up on her knees, she came forward until she was straddling Cathy's naked body with hers.
Dreamily smiling, she caressed herself very sensuously. Her pink-crested tits loomed very large over Cathy. The smooth curve of her tummy, cunningly indented with her tiny navel, looked smoother than any satin under Betty Jo's roving hands. Her pussy, blushing pink through its fringe of gold, was now framed between Betty Jo's gracefully stubby fingers as they delved through the fragrant hollows of her loins.
"I feel so good this morning," Betty Jo said. "I feel so sexy and nice. Do you feel like a little breakfast in bed?"
"No. I feel like getting up and peeing. Betty
Jo, let me up!"
Betty Jo inched forward till her knees were at Cathy's ribs and the little pink pussy she played with was directly over Cathy's titties. More than having her morning pee, Cathy wanted to get up and bathe her pussy in cold water. It burned. It itched. It was all wet and swollen. This she confirmed with her fingers as she glared up at Betty Jo's fingers, now slowly but busily massaging and rubbing her slickly swollen cunt lips together.
"I feel too good to move," Betty Jo said. "And I'm not going to let you up till you give me one little kiss on my pussy. That won't hurt you. Gosh, you couldn't get enough of it yesterday."
"Betty Jo, you're disgusting!" said Cathy.
She scooted down under her friend and delivered a resounding kiss on her very warm pussy.
"There! Are you satisfied now? Now can I get up and take a pee? There! There! There!" Cathy hotly said, each time she kissed the lovely pink pussy of her giggling friend, a pussy that was every bit as warm and juicy wet as Cathy's.
Cathy thrust out her stiffened tongue and slashed up and down with it through Betty Jo's tight, curving slit. When Betty Jo wriggled and sighed instead of getting off of Cathy's upturned face, the slender brunette took a double handful of Betty Jo's tautly rounded buttocks and heaved her friend off to one side. Furious now, Cathy quickly followed and buried her face between Betty
Jo's quickly opening thighs, indiscriminately delivering hot, sucking kisses all through the delectably wet softness of Betty Jo's writhing, reaching crotch.
Betty Jo squealed with delight and scuttled sideways on the bed. She pulled Cathy's fast moving fingers from her cunt and replaced them with her mouth. Her lips took firm hold of Cathy's clitoris. Her tongue stabbed and lashed at it. Galvanic seizures of hot pleasure ripped through Cathy's body as the two teenaged friends rolled about on Cathy's bed, thrusting and arching and clutching in their sixty-nining embrace.
Cathy's loins and inner thighs were all wet with her overflowed juices when at last she tore herself away from her friend and scurried into her bathroom. She locked the door and splashed cold water on her face, quaking all over with anger and frustration. How had she let it happen? How could she turn it off?
Still filled with fury, she ran a wet cloth over her loins and between her legs, then sat down on the toilet to pee. The instant it started to flow, her hand was between her legs, sloshing and rubbing the hot water into her flesh, bringing herself to an instant orgasm that was accompanied with a technicolor montage of the wicked wildness she'd known in Gloria's apartment and in her own bed.
The orgasm exhausted her. She sat there for several minutes afterward, silently weeping. What was this thing called sex? Did its discovery automatically render everyone insane? That couldn't be, or the whole world would be constantly fucking and sucking. There was something wrong with Cathy. She was insanely oversexed, so much so that it didn't matter if her partner in sex was a boy or a girl or a toilet.
She wearily rose and showered, trying to think only calm and tranquil thoughts. She somehow had to find a way to control herself. She couldn't be thinking about sex all the time, and she certainly couldn't be encouraging Betty Jo in her lustings for her own gender.
Returning to her bedroom, wrapped in a large and protective towel, Cathy went straight to her closet and took out a summery green dress with a long, full skirt. "We're going to go to the museum today," she announced to her friend, still sprawled nakedly on the bed, and looking disturbingly fetching and comfortable there.
Betty Jo yawned and stretched and said, "That might be fun. But I want to sleep for a while longer first. Come on back to bed with me."
Cathy archly declined. She put on panties and bra, flat shoes and the dress she'd selected, and went into the kitchen for breakfast. Her insanity seemed to have left her. Perhaps it was possible to go through a day without having sex. Of course she had already had some sex that day, but if she could abstain from its joys and delights for the twenty-four hours to come, she'd have a start toward once again living a normal life. Fucking and sucking wasn't everything. While the pleasures of sex were simply tremendous, there were other enjoyments in life to be had. Music, art, laughter, for instance, and the fascinating exhibits to be found at the city's museum. If her father's interests were any indication, the daily newspaper was enough to absorb a person's interest for at least ' half an hour every day.
Cathy finished her breakfast and went out to look for the morning paper. The sun was already high in the sky, it was another lovely summer's day, and Gary was already at work in his front yard. Cathy picked up the paper, smiled and waved to him. Gary dropped the lawnmower handle and waved back, broadly smiling.
"Gee, you look nice today," Gary said.
Cathy's skirt swirled around her legs as she sauntered toward the hedge. "We're going to the museum today. Would you like to come along?"
"Gosh, yes. How soon are you leaving? Would you like me to pack us a lunch?"
"That's a good idea. I'll help."
Cathy felt very tranquil and calm as she came around the hedge and walked side by side with Gary into his house. This was the normal way for a boy and girl of their age to act. She said she would make some sandwiches while he took a shower. He said he wouldn't be long. Having lived side by side with Gary for years, Cathy knew her way around his kitchen. The refrigerator was well stocked. The butter, just the color of Betty Jo's hair, spread smoothly and evenly on the bread. When tasted with the tip of her tongue, the mayonnaise had a tang to it that was somehow reminiscent of the taste of Gloria's pussy. The ham was exactly the same color as the knob of a cock. The lettuce was so cool and fresh that Cathy wanted to place several leaves of it inside her panties. She rolled up a slice of ham, licked it, inserted it in her mouth and sucked it, then gobbled it down as she hurried toward Gary's bedroom.
He had left his door open a crack. His buttocks were smoothly white in contrast to his tan as he rummaged through his chest of drawers. He was such a good boy, so hard-working and innocent. He was the kind of boy who might someday become a preacher. He might even be President of the United States someday.
When he turned away from the bureau drawer, Cathy was shocked to see that he had an erection. It stuck out and up from his sturdy body like a pole. Shock gave way to disgust as, with his shorts in one hand, he used the other to briskly stroke his hard cock. Cathy shoved the door wide open, and Gary quickly tried to hide his hard prick with the shorts as he swiveled his head in her direction.
"I was just ... getting dressed!"
"like fun you were! You were playing with yourself! Aren't you ashamed!"
She strode up to him, snatched the shorts from his hand, and backed him against the chest of drawers with her vituperation.
"Is that all you think about is sex? Can't you even keep your hands off yourself? Just look at you with that nasty old thing sticking out! Aren't you ashamed?"
"I couldn't help it! I kept getting bigger since the minute I saw you this morning. Honest, it isn't my fault!"
"Oh, now you're blaming this on me!" Cathy said, and took his hard cock in her hand and gave it a good yank. "Next thing I know you'll be down on your knees begging me to suck you off again. Or to let you put it in me. I've got a good notion to tell your parents all about you!"
He dropped to his knees, held up his hands in supplicant manner, and said, "Please, Cathy, don't tell on me! I just couldn't help it. I can't help how I feel about you. Heck, I get the sweats just thinking about you, and when I see you I get so hot and horny I just don't know what to do!"
She sighed and hugged his pleading face against her. "I guess I don't blame you," she said, and he clasped his arms about her and gratefully murmured his thanks. She went on, saying, "But you're going to have to learn to control your feelings, Gary. I mean, you can't go around with the sweats or with a big old hard-on all the time. And after all, I live just next door and we're not going to move away. I guess I shouldn't have let you do all the things you did to me. It probably just makes you want to do even more."
"It's all I ever think about now."
She stroked his head, pressed it closer against her. "Poor boy. You must feel like you're going insane."
"I do! I am! I can't think straight any more!"
"I feel so sorry for you. But you really shouldn't be trying to kiss me like you're doing now."
He pushed back from her, saying, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't know what I was doing!"
"Of course you didn't. You're too excited." Cathy reached down and squeezed Gary's cock, confirming its hardness and clucking in sympathy. Straightening up, she flapped the front of her skirt and said, "You know, girls get excited, too. Especially when some boy tries to kiss them right on their pussy."
"I didn't mean to, Cathy," he said, blinking in the breeze created by Cathy's flapping skirt. "I didn't know."
She pulled it up then, revealing her slender and gracefully shapeful legs, smoothly shaven and lightly tanned, two perfectly tapered columns of healthy young girl-flesh that disappeared into the flimsy confines of her tight white panty briefs. Rubbing the balls of three fingers against her prominent little mound, she said, "Well, now you know, and don't forget it. Just 'cause I don't get a big old stiff thing like you do doesn't mean I don't get excited sometimes."
"Yeah?" Gary said, closely watching Cathy's moving fingers as the start of a smile twitched on his lips. "What does it ... feel like when you get excited sometimes?"
"It sort of itches. It sort of feels nice. Nice and warm," she purred, and now her fingers moved slower, pressed deeper over her nylon coated mound.
She giggled and parted her legs. With one finger now, she reached in between them, and as she did this, she said, "And my panties get wet when I get excited like this. Ooo. They're starting to get wet now."
"Maybe you should...." Gary swallowed hard. "...take 'em off."
She hiked her skirt up to her waist, held it there while Gary gazed at the compact and ultra feminine contours so thinly concealed in the gleaming white nylon. She clucked again and said, "How can I take off my panties and hold up my skirt at the same time? You're so impractical, Gary. You're right, you're not thinking straight. Give me a nice little kiss like you were trying to do through my skirt, and then help me off with my panties before they get wet."
Moisture bubbled out of Cathy's cunt while Gary was kissing her. He clasped her smooth hips reverently in his hands, and as his warm breath and hot kiss seeped in through her pussy and up to her titties, his hands traveled round her to follow each contour of her daintily rounded bottom.
He looked drugged when he drew back to take down her panties. His eyes were half closed and the smile on his lips was foolish and utterly happy as he carefully tugged and pulled the little garment down. She helped him by tilting her hips from side to side. His grin grew broader as he watched, then faded away as her panties came down to reveal the uppermost reaches of her pale brown pubic hair. Its tendrils lay flat against her pure white skin, just peeping over the waistband of her panties. He sighed and swayed closer, and his breath made the hairs move like miniature stalks of wheat in a summer breeze.
Now as he drew her panties lower, her prim little slit appeared, a vertical cleft, a void, a nothing, the cause of all of his recent torment.
He leaned forward and kissed her there.
"Oh, Gary," she murmured, and ran her hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just getting you more excited."
"I feel all weak in the knees. I better sit down."
She took off her panties and dropped them before her. He caught them and kissed them and pressed them against his chest. She lifted her skirt and sat down on his bed, then scooted back on it till her feet were resting comfortably on its edge. Her skirt was up around her waist. Her knees were up and out, and her girlish pink cunt was concealed by only its scanty covering of hair. She stroked it, she caressed it, she squeezed it, and she said, "If you'd like you can kiss me there more."
He covered her cunt with kisses. He held her hips in his hands and kissed up and down through the hollows of her loins, along the firm lips of her pussy, and within those lips to her most secret flesh. Every bit of it felt simply marvelous. Laid back on his bed, relaxed, Cathy basked in the glow of his ardorous passion for pussy, purring contentedly, letting the feelings swell and grow.
He had no technique or method. He was far from being the cunt kissing artist that Gloria was. Or, for that matter, Cathy. But somehow his artless kisses both stirred and relaxed Cathy. She lay back on the bed, softly twining her fingers through his hair. She smiled, softly writhing and squirming, while Gary tirelessly kissed and nuzzled between her legs. Outside, birds were singing, but other than that the rest of the world had closed up shop and gone home.
"Could I ... put it in you for a minute?" Gary murmured.
She reached down with both hands, fingers wriggling, and said, "I think you should."
He was quick, but careful, in mounting her. Panting with excitement, he still took the time to guide the knob of his cock through her buttery wet slit and thoroughly lubricate it before he inserted its blunt, rosy tip in the portals of Cathy's pussy.
"Just for a minute," he said, and slowly eased his slender white cock into the tight slippery orifice between Cathy's legs.
Gary's penis wasn't overly large. But each millimeter of its insertion seemed to swell up his organ and fill Cathy's cunt to the limit. Her eyes opened wider. His cock slipped in farther. Just when she thought that its wedging within her might cause her pain, it reached the limit, his pubis kissed hers, and the feeling of tightness blossomed outward in every direction and changed into ecstasy.
"Oh, my gosh!" Cathy exclaimed.
"Did I hurt you?" he anxiously asked.
"Oh! OH! OH, GARY!" she cried, and went into motion, everywhere, in every direction, thrusting and seeking and striving to keep her blossoming ecstasies alive.
Her actions at first alarmed Gary. He tried to calm her and slow her down in her wild archings and thrusting and humping. But contrary to his good intentions, it was her frenzied buckings that did things to him, breaking down his best efforts to calm her, seizing him and sending him tumbling into the same joyful maelstrom of motion that had taken possession of her.
Together they fucked like two people possessed.
The natural heat of their bodies, compounded by their sexual excitement, was further compounded by the friction of his fast moving cock in her pistoning cunt. It burned through them both, set them both raging with fever, and was not extinguished one whit by the copious discharge from Gary's balls. They kept right on fucking. He was scarcely aware that he'd cum. Superb young specimens that they were, their energies remained totally unflagging as they fucked their way across the bed, changing positions without losing a stroke, merging together again and again till they shuddered and clung very tightly together, unmoving for several eternities, before collapsing together with sighs that completely deflated them.
They dozed and giggled and dozed again, nuzzling each other in their sleep as the sun rose higher, waking the world outside. A starting motor ground into powerful action, followed by the rumble of a gasoline engine, and Cathy lifted her head. She knew who that engine belonged to. It was the engine of Pete's pickup truck. She had missed him, but Betty Jo had not, and at once Cathy wanted to hear everything that had happened at her house while she was wasting her precious time with the boy next door.
"Get up, Gary! I've got to go!"
"Did you finish making the sandwiches? Do you want to go on our bikes?"
"What are you talking about?" Cathy said, up from the bed then and trying to brush the wrinkles out of her skirt.
"The museum. You said you wanted me to take you to the museum."
"I haven't got time for that now. Neither have you. You've got lawn work to do."
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was a note pinned to Cathy's front door. She snatched it off as she hurried inside, calling for Betty Jo as she went from room to room, with no response. Betty Jo, and her bicycle, were gone.
She must have left with Pete. She had probably taken her bicycle along in the bed of his truck to save him the trouble of having to take her home. They were probably going to have a wonderful time together that day.
Cathy stumped angrily about the house. Why hadn't they waited for her? What did they expect her to do, hand around the house and look at the soap operas all day while they fucked themselves silly at Pete's house? For all Cathy knew, Betty Jo and Pete were going to have a sex party that day. And while they were having their wild time, they expected her to be looking at silly old museum exhibits. She felt angry toward Gary for having lured her to his house and ruined her day.
Cathy went into her bathroom and showered. The newly awakened needs of her young body had been satisfied that morning. She didn't itch with a need to be thrilled and titillated, and she was thinking straight. She would stay home, do some housework, read, and perhaps they would call her and ask her to join them at Pete's. Or she might have an unexpected adventure of her own, she decided, as she dried herself off and lightly dusted her slender femininity with fragrant powder.
There, by her dress, was the note she had taken from her front door. She picked it up and read it. It was from Pete. It said he was sorry he'd missed them, and it contained his telephone number in case they wanted to call him later that day.
Them? They? With a shock, Cathy realized that Betty Jo hadn't gone off with Pete at all. With a far more chilling shock, she realized where Betty Jo was.
Cathy quickly put on her dress and shoes. There was no time for anything else. She rushed out and got on her bicycle and started pedaling rapidly toward the beach. Her skirt was swept back from her bare legs and her hair was brushed back by the breeze she created, attracting honks and whistles. Cathy had no time to smile in response, no time to speculate about the cocks of the men whose attention she attracted. She had to hurry on to save her impressionable friend from falling completely under the spell of the vampirish Gloria.
Sure enough, Betty Jo's bicycle was chained to the light pole in front of Gloria's apartment. Cathy dumped her bike there with a clatter and hurried up the dark, incense-scented stairs that led to Gloria's lair. Cathy knocked loudly and called Betty Jo's name, then straightened her skirt and brushed back her hair and hid her chattering teeth behind a smile.
Gloria opened the door. Her lipstick was already smudged, and her black satin robe was loosely sashed at the waist, revealing the lacy black bra she had on, the broad black garter belt that supported gleaming black nylon stockings, and the expansive black thatch of hair at her naked loins.
"Glad you could join us," she said, and her all encompassing look made Cathy's flesh prickle and burn in her dress. "Come in and join the party. We've been dancing."
Gloria's tiny apartment was filled with narcotic smoke and the softly thumping beat of dance music. Betty Jo was standing in the middle of it with her blonde head held high and her hands on her swaying hips. She was wearing a white negligee with a princess bodice that showed off her bountiful young tits to their best advantage. It fit her plumply curvaceous body very well, and it was quite sheer enough to show the generous size of her erectile pink nipples and the triangular shadows of her loins. She was already stoned on Gloria's marijuana. Her eyes showed that, just as they showed her resentment at Cathy's intrusion.
"I thought you were going to the silly old museum," she said.
It was no time to try to drag her out of there. "And miss out on the fun?" Cathy said with a broadening smile, then gave a startled jump as a galvanically tickling hand was slipped around her waist.
Gloria laughed and held up her right hand. Straps across the palm of it held a mechanical device on the back of it. "A vibrating massager," she said, demonstrating its warmly tingling effectiveness by stroking Cathy's cheek and massaging the nape of her neck.
Cathy looked at it in wonder. Held in her hands, she could feel its tickling vibrations in her bones.
"Come on, let's finish our dance," said Betty Jo, and stepped in between Cathy and Gloria to sling her arms around the brunette and move closely against her in time to the music.
Cathy sat down in the easy chair, feeling very uneasy indeed. Large glasses, half filled with iced tea, were on the coffee table before the couch, as well as an engraved leather box. The remnants of two lipstick stained joints were there in an ashtray. If there ever was a den of iniquity, designed to lure girls like Betty Jo away from boys, this was it.
Cathy was infinitely glad that she'd arrived in time to intercede when Gloria tried to get Betty Jo's sweet pink lips on her nasty old cunt, and before she took her into her bedroom with a full bladder.
Betty Jo was already deep in the spell of Gloria and her vibrating massager. She was beaming adoring looks up into Gloria's heavily painted eyes as they danced belly to belly and tit to tit, while Gloria's mechanically assisted hand roved across her bare back and down over her thinly clad buttocks. The scent of hot pussy was already there in the room. It tingled at Cathy's nostrils and tickled unpleasantly between her legs. Her bottom felt hot and sweaty as she watched them dance.
Gloria spun Betty Jo around and bent her backwards, holding her there with her thigh between Betty Jo's while the music drummed. Betty's lips parted, panting, and her eyelids drooped as she wriggled upward with her nubile hips. As Gloria drew the girl up again, their open mouths merged in a slow, passionate kiss, and Gloria's warmly vibrating hand came between them to squeeze and fondle Betty Jo's tits.
"Haven't you got some livelier music?" said Cathy. "I know how to do a dance called the Watusi. You jump all around. It's fun!"
Gloria left Betty Jo swaying as she went to the leather box and took something from it, did something to it, and tossed it into Cathy's lap. Gloria laughed at Cathy's horrified gasp, for there in the folds of her skirt was a plastic penis, softly buzzing.
"It's a battery operated dildo," said Gloria, taking a suddenly very curious Betty Jo in her arms again. "Try it out. It's livelier than the Watusi."
Cathy gingerly picked it up. Its vibrations caused her to shiver. It was a fairly faithful reproduction of a seven or eight inch penis, except that it had no knob on its end and it was too hard and entirely too cold and mechanical. "How do you turn it off?" she said. "You don't," replied Gloria. "It'll run till the batteries wear down. Have fun with it, sweetie."
Cathy let it drop in her lap. Betty Jo laughed and called her a chicken, and leaned up to kiss Gloria again as they swayed to the music. At the end of the kiss, she murmured, "Have you got one for me?"
"Yes, and something else even better. Shall we sit the rest of this dance out?"
They sat closely together on the couch, facing Cathy, as before. Betty Jo's gleaming eyes were wide with wonder as Gloria reached in the box and took out the mate of the plastic penis that still softly buzzed just above Cathy's pussy. Perched on the edge of the couch seat, Cathy's friend cooed delightedly as the leering brunette massaged her naked shoulders with one vibrating hand and used her other hand to guide the bluntly tapered tip of the dildo over her jutting titties and deep in between them.
"Ooo, it tickles so nice!" Betty Jo said.
"Is it helping to get you nice and hot?"
"You don't need any help at all doing that," Betty Jo replied, and reached up with her tongue toward the crimson slash of Gloria's mouth.
Betty Jo was groping and fondling within Gloria's open black robe. She clearly preferred this kind of sex over that with a boy, and she was very ready for more of it.
When Gloria told her to lift up her skirts, Betty Jo quickly did so, then sat with her knees wide apart to breathlessly watch as Gloria drew patterns over her naked tummy with the buzzing dildo. The patterns led to her adorable little blonde pussy. Her breathing further quickened as Gloria wormed the tip of the thing in between Betty Jo's puffy pink cunt lips to slip it up and down through her throbbing slit. Cathy knew very well Betty Jo's pussy was throbbing. If her. own cunt was throbbing from just the proximity of a vibrating dildo, Betty Jo's pussy had to be on fire.
"How would you like to get fucked with this lovely thing?" Gloria asked of the pink flushed and panting girl.
"I'd like anything you'd like to do!"
"How would you like to try it out on me?"
Betty Jo couldn't get her hands on the dildo quickly enough. At once she was up on her knees beside Gloria, tickling and teasing with the vibrating plastic cock. Gloria leaned back smiling, tossed her hand held vibrator aside, and spread her legs to sop us all she could of the mechanical caress.
Betty Jo used her hand and mouth as well as the dildo, kissing and caressing Gloria's pale white flesh as she buzzed her, working ever closer to her cunt. Gloria gazed across the room at Cathy through heavy lidded eyes, leering at her, taunting her with the lewd exposure of her extremely hairy cunt. Cathy clung to the arms of the chair, breathing deeply and evenly, fighting back at the tremors within her perspiring body.
Betty Jo bent low over Gloria's loins to kiss through the tangle of hair before guiding the dildo there. She looked more hot and excited than Gloria did. She parted the thick black hair with her fingers, fully revealing the long, flaccid cunt lips that had so recently lured Cathy up and out of her chair. The dildo looked much more life-like against the background of Gloria's glistening wet, purplish red cunt. The sweetly rank scent of hot cunt was thick in the room by then. Cathy licked her dry lips as she watched Gloria's angular body strain and writhe in response to the smooth plastic cock in Betty Jo's hand.
Gloria uttered a shuddering moan and said, "All right, brat, stop teasing and stick it in me. Give me a nice little fucking before I fuck you.
"Oh! god, that feels good!" she went on, as Betty Jo found the portals of her cunt and eased in half the length of the dildo. "There's nothing like getting fucked with a cock that never gets soft. In and out, Betty Boop. Get down there and tickle my horny old clit with your tongue while you're doing it. Yes, that's right. Make me cum. Shit, I love it. Suck on my clitty, you sweet little thing, just like I taught you, while you fuck me with our special cock. Oh! NNG! YES! YES! MORE!"
Staring hard, Cathy watched Gloria's lovely, black lingerie clad body burst into orgasm. She was making a meal of it, writhing and gasping and quaking, forcing Betty Jo's blonde head down against her upwardly twisting clitoris while the cock buzzed in and out of her beautiful black-haired cunt. Her sexy old tits were just about twisting out of her bra. Her nylong sheathed legs, silkily sinuous, yawned wider. Her hair tumbled down over her face at the peak of her orgasm. Wildly beautiful now, she grasped Betty Jo's moving hand in hers and rapidly amplified its fucking.
"Keep it going, you little blonde bitch!" she exclaimed. "OH, this is such a good one! Get back, Betty Jo! I want to feel Cathy's eyes on me while I'm cumming! Oh, how I love it! Oh, how I love to show teenaged brats like you what it is to be a real woman. Cathy, cum with me! Lift up your skirt and show me your cunt. Cathy, do as I say!"
Cathy obeyed her. Her skirt was flung up, she parted her legs, and scooted forward to the edge of the chair to fully expose her quivering cunt to the hot, hungry eyes of the orgasming woman. It drove
Gloria farther out of her mind.
She savagely kissed Betty Jo. She jammed the cock deep in her beautiful cunt and came harder. She gnashed her teeth and writhed like a human snake and snapped, "Cathy, I told you to cum with me! Stick that cock in your cunt and cum!"
Cathy raised up and thrust her full skirt back under her. Erect on the edge of the chair, she inserted the wonderful instrument of pleasure through the lips of a cunt that exploded with gratitude. She exclaimed, "I'm doing it, Gloria! I'm cumming with you!" And, silently then, Cathy mouthed the words, 'I love you!'
Gloria grinned back at Cathy and slid the dripping dildo out of her cunt. She bore Betty Jo back on the couch, rudely shoving her legs wide apart, and elicited squeals of protest as she burrowed and bored and inserted the very well lubricated cock in her little pink ass-hole.
"No, Gloria, not there! NO! NO! OH! OH! OH!" Betty Jo wailed, as Gloria slid the long, lovely plastic cock through the tightly clasping lips of her anus.
Gloria grinned as Betty Jo threw up her legs and wildly gyrated her very round bottom. "OH, GLORIA! THAT FEELS DIVINE!" she squalled, as the dildo was thrust in and out of her beautiful butt. Gloria stopped the pistoning dildo to paddle Betty Jo's buttocks to a deeper shade of pink with her palm. With her arms linked under her knees, Betty Jo hauled her legs higher for more, and began grunting and gasping orgasmically as Gloria once again butt-fucked her with the dildo.
Now Gloria grabbed Betty Jo's hand and led it to the end of he dildo. The grunts and groans went on as Betty Jo fucked herself. Gloria got to her feet, swayed as she grinned at Cathy, then crossed the room shedding her black satin robe. Except for the hand that moved the hotly vibrating dildo in her cunt, Cathy was paralyzed by the lewdly erotic sight of the beautiful woman who moved so purposefully toward her.
Gloria's cunt was by far the most beautiful part of her then as she stopped before Cathy and drew back its luscious wet lips with her lacquer tipped fingers. Cathy leaned forward to lap it and lick it. She took the dildo from her cunt and twisted it up into Gloria's hole. She sucked on her clitoris, tonguing it well. She kissed through the hair on her very soft belly, then leaned back to gaze up at the grinning face of the beautiful woman and whispered, "I love you. Take me into the bathroom. Make me cum like you made Betty Jo cum in there."
Gloria shook her head. "Our little blonde friend needs me more now." "She can't need you more than I do."
"She does. You'll see."
Gloria bent down and kissed her. She took the dildo from her cunt and slid it deep into Cathy's, thus keeping the yearning girl's orgasms flowing as she went to the leather box. She took a very large plastic cock from the box, pale pink, contoured with ropy veins, and fitted with a curving plastic triangular base and several flesh colored straps.
Betty Jo was still contorting on the couch with the dildo on the move in her little ass-hole. Gloria gazed down on her as she strapped the big cock round her thighs and hips. Its base fit her loins very snugly. As she tested its fit, holding the ten inch cock in her hand and grinding it against her big, hairy cunt, Betty Jo looked up at her and gasped in alarm.
Gloria immediately went to her, soothing her, murmuring soft words in her ear. The dildo squirted out of Betty Jo's ass-hole as she sat up and tried to draw back from the giant cock jutting up from Gloria's loins.
Gloria laughed and said, "Silly goose. It's not at all too big for you. You know very well it's just what you need. You'll thank me a thousand times for it, dear. I know what's best for you, angel, believe me. Lie back, precious. There's a good girl. The secret lies in getting this beautiful cock nice and wet."
Gloria arranged Betty Jo carefully on the couch. With the vibrating dildo deep in her cunt and her thighs clasped together to keep it in place, Cathy fearfully watched as Gloria laid Betty Jo down with her hips on the edge of the couch cushions.
Betty Jo's cunt was well elevated as Gloria placed her well equipped hips between the girl's legs and kissed and caressed her nervously twitching body.
She slipped the sheer nylon from one of Betty Jo's perfectly gorgeous young tits, kissing and admiring the lovely big globe as she nestled the thick plastic cock against Betty Jo's little slit. She kept the plastic cock softly moving as she at once soothed and aroused the trembling and wide-eyed teenager.
"Such a pretty thing. It's high time you had a nice fucking from someone like me. I simply can't get over these lovely big tits of yours. Hank and Julie will both fall in love with those. But we can't go visit them if you still have babyish attitudes about having fun. Now, can we? I'm going to slip it in your sweet little pussy now, darling. It's all nice and slippery and wet. Be sure and tell me if it hurts you at all. You have nothing at all to worry about, my little blonde angel."
Betty Jo lay back, clutching at her hips in fearful fashion; as Gloria raised up and fitted the end of the dildo to her pussy. It was tapered. The knob wasn't nearly as large as the very thick shaft of the thing. Still Betty Jo winced several times as Gloria made the initial insertion.
Gloria was twitching, too. Twitching with eagerness, and gleaming with perspiration now as a light film of sweat blossomed out on her back. She was smiling serenely, but panting, as she said, "Feel all right, dear?"
"I don't know!" Betty said. "It's ... so big!"
Gloria grunted as she stabbed several thick inches more of the monstrous thing into Betty Jo's cunt. Betty Jo squealed with a pain that Cathy could fee! herself, frantically wriggling as Gloria now drew the dildo back and raised up again, this time to leeringly grin at the fresh virgin's blood that encircled her dildo.
Betty Jo screamed when Gloria shoved it in-all the way. The black-haired woman then lay on the blonde teenager, gloating, while Betty Jo gasped and clung to her, writhing and bucking.
"How is it now?" said Gloria.
Betty Jo's writhing stopped as she exclaimed, "It feels lovely! It isn't too big t all!"
Gloria's milk-white body went into motion, smoothly and rhythmically, sliding and slipping that monstrous big dildo in and out through Betty Jo's very receptive cunt. Betty Jo did all she could to help, thrusting and arching her body in time with Gloria's quickening tempo. Gloria's eyes were glinting with lust as she fucked the teenaged girl. Betty Jo, blushing like a bride in her disarranged white negligee, joined in with unbridled delight. Soon Gloria was grunting with each of her deeply thrusting strokes. Her very soft buttocks quivered and jerked with her practiced fuckings. It was clear that her end of the dildo action was as thrilling as Betty Jo's.
She got on the floor then, turned Betty Jo about till they faced one another, and slammed her hips forward in powerful jolts. "Oh! Oh! It's going right up in my tummy!" cried Betty Jo, still thrusting hard with her very round, very well padded hips. Cathy rose to be able to see more of the action.
She was moving the dildo in her cunt as she sat on the couch next to Betty Jo, still laboring hard on the end of Gloria's big plastic cock. Both tits had bounced out of her bodice and were now being deeply squeezed by Gloria's long talons. Betty Jo's mouth was open, her eyes were half closed, and she seemed to be in a daze, but she wasn't missing a stroke from Gloria's dildo. She was there to thrust back each time the thick thing was shoved in her cunt.
The fit was terribly tight. Each time it drew back, the dildo distended the clasping lips of Betty Jo's little cunt. Cathy realized then what had happened, through the years, to Gloria's cunt lips to make them so large.
Cathy reached down and touched Betty Jo's clitoris. Betty Jo was already squalling and gyrating everywhere in her orgasmic frenzy, and now as her friend rubbed her clit she came harder still. Gloria was having a hard time keeping up with her. She was grunting and groaning and more raggedly shoving the big dildo home. Cathy got on her knees behind her. She took the dildo out of her cunt, parted Gloria's soft buttocks, and squirmed the thing up in her ass-hole.
"I'M EXPLODING INSIDE! THIS IS WONDERFUL!" Gloria shouted.
Her hips surged forward and stayed there, shuddering hard, with the dildo as deep as it could go in Betty Jo's body. Betty Jo was silently screaming fully merged with Gloria's orgasms and hanging on for all she was worth. Cathy rapidly butt-fucked Gloria with the dildo, too excited to speak.
Gloria's collapse was quite sudden. She yanked the dildo out of her anus and sat heavily back on her heels, leaving Betty Jo to clutch at her cunt in the sudden withdrawal of the dildo strapped to Gloria's loins. Betty Jo fell back on the couch with a sigh and a smile. Gloria sagged. Cathy hugged her tightly and said, "You sure do know how to use that big old thing. I hope you're still in the mood to use it on me."
"I'm not," she replied. "I'm just in the mood to take a quick nap before I go to work. Get out of here, brats. The fun's over with for today."
"Can I go to the bathroom and pee?" said Cathy. "And do you want to come with me?"
"Yes, you can, and no, I don't," said Gloria and stretched out on the floor with her cock sticking up and closed her eyes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cathy had to ride Betty Jo home on Betty Jo's bicycle, since hers had been stolen while they were at Gloria's and since Betty Jo said she was simply too tired to pedal them both back home. Cathy was pretty tired herself by the time they got there, and already extremely tired of Betty Jo's gushing remarks about Gloria.
"Isn't she wonderful?" said Betty Jo at the house. "I was so scared at first, but she knew just how to handle it. She called me her precious angel. I wish I was old enough to go by and see her where she works."
"Oh, shut up and go inside," Cathy told her. "She isn't so great. Pete's more fun than she is any old day."
They bathed, separately. As she soaked in the tub, Cathy chided herself once again for falling under the spell of the bossy cocktail waitress. It was true, she wasn't so great at all. She was old. She liked girls instead of boys. She smoked marijuana all the time. Even Gary was more fun in bed than she was. Worst of all, she had Betty Jo completely in love with her, though Betty Jo would surely get over it almost as quickly as Cathy had gotten over her impulsive feelings toward Gloria.
She dried herself off and inspected herself very thoroughly. The horrid vibrating dildo that had been thrust into her unwilling cunt had not stretched the lips of her pussy out of shape. And as far as she could reach with her finger in her cunt, she felt just as she had before. Her pussy, however, still tingled altogether too warmly. Had Gloria impregnated the dildo with chili powder?
Cold cream made it feel better. Cathy sat down on the toilet to work it in well. She spread her knees widely and moved two cold creamed fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt. She spread the salve through her vulva and loins and rubbed it into her clitoral region, and then repeated the entire process with fresh cold cream and fresh vigor.
Soon she was panting and feeling all buttery warm inside. Her nipples were up, stiff and beautifully pink, and now it seemed as if all of her body was as sensitive as her pussy had been at the start of her masturbation there on the toilet. She needed a cock in her cunt. Even Gary's would do. Pete would be better. He had a bigger cock. She could see it sliding into her, just as her fingers were doing, just as the dildo had done.
"I need someone to fuck me," she plaintively said, whimpering now as she rubbed herself fast and hard. "I don't need a woman; I need a man!"
It started to happen then. Lovely, wonderful, warm glowing life surged up through her legs and all through her pussy. She spread it on up to her tits with her hand, open mouthed and panting, still fucking herself with her fingers and still feeling good.
"I need to suck a cock! I need one to fuck me!" she said, pinching her nipple, hard, and giving her clitoris a precise and thrilling massage.
She slipped her wet finger up in her ass-hole. She fucked herself there while she rubbed her cunt with the heel of her hand. She lifted her titty and sucked on its nipple, nipped it with her sharp little teeth, then let it fall and fell back against the toilet seat, stabbing and rubbing at her cunt with the fingers of both hands.
The telephone rang. She had to answer it. Muttering curses, she got up and put a towel around her waist and went through the hall to the phone. She prayed for it to be Pete. It was her father, checking in, calling to see that everything was fine at home. Yes, she told him, they were being very good girls. They were keeping the house clean, eating regular meals, and looking at lots of
TV. She stood there half naked and raging with lust, squeezing and rubbing her tits while she lied to her father. Once again, Cathy promised they wouldn't entertain any boys there while her parents were gone, and the moment she hung up the phone she was scurrying about in search of Pete's telephone number.
She was filled with elation when he answered the phone, then sent tumbling into dejection when he said he couldn't possibly come over that night, with or without a friend. She cooed and she pleaded. She promised him Betty Jo's body as well as hers. The best she could get was his promise to be there the next morning, with a friend of his who liked high school girls as much as he did. It was the best that Cathy could do. And now at least she had something to cling to besides her hot pussy until she could find some satisfaction the next day.
Cathy went looking for Betty Jo then, who had spent a long time in Cathy's parent's bathroom. She quietly listened at the door, and the sounds of hot, hurried breathing within sent tendrils of tickling heat up through her tummy. Cathy quickly threw open the door to confront a very startled Betty Jo, ensconced on the toilet seat with her naked legs open and her fingers slick with cunt juice.
"Betty Jo, you should be ashamed of yourself!" said Cathy. "Is that all you think about is sex? Honestly! You let a nasty old lesbian do things to you all afternoon, and as soon as you get home you start doing things to yourself! What's wrong with you, anyway!"
Betty Jo grinned impishly and gave her wet pussy a squeeze. "I got to thinking about Gloria. She sure is a nasty old sexy old thing."
"Well, you ought to be thinking about boys. And you ought to stop doing that right in front of me!"
"What, this?" said Betty Jo, spreading her legs wider, moving her fingers rapidly in her cunt. She giggled and said, "I like it. So do you. C'mere and I'll do it to you, too."
"I will not! The very idea! I'm going to call up some boys and get them over here, right now! You need to be fucked, that's what you need, Betty Jo Stewart! You need to be fucked by a real, live cock, not a plastic one."
Betty Jo laughed and said, "I need Gloria, but you'll do. Come here and suck my cock like you sucked hers."
Cathy stormed out of the bathroom, with Betty Jo calling out behind her, "If you have any boys over her, I'll tell your dad! And I could tell him a lot!"
It was the most frustrating evening Cathy had ever spent in her life. She seethed and itched and burned with the need for some sort of sexual satisfaction. Pete couldn't come over, Gary's parents were home, and Cathy absolutely refused to either play with herself or accept any of Betty Jo's man offers of mutual pleasures with sex. And it was doubly frustrating and irritating to see Betty Jo so carefree and gay.
Betty Jo talked about Gloria constantly, and turned up her nose at the mention of boys. She dressed up in one of Cathy's mother's sexiest nighties and paraded around the house in it all evening long. She openly played with herself and laughed at Cathy's shrill admonitions to stop.
Cathy refused to let Betty Jo sleep with her that night. She didn't want to have to fight her off all night long. She thought over her plans for the next day and masturbated herself to sleep.
She woke up late. Betty Jo was already up, primping her hair and putting on make-up at Cathy's mother's dressing table. She was wearing a sheer pink shortie nightgown and had her satiny bathing suit laid out on the bed. She greeted Cathy cheerfully.
"Did you sleep well, Cath? I dreamed about Gloria all night long. Yummy, yummy. Do you plan on going over to see her with me today? If you do, you've got to ride me on my bike both ways. I don't want to be at all tired when I get there, and I know I'll be too tired to pedal on the way home. But if you don't want to go, just say so. It won't hurt my feelings a bit."
"Sure, I'll go with you," said Cathy. "Let's leave at about eleven."
It was agreed on. Pete and his friend would surely be there at Cathy's before eleven and, after Betty Jo got over her initial surprise at their appearance, their powers of masculine persuasion would surely be more than enough to steer Betty Jo back to a normal outlook about sex. Cathy put on shorts and a blouse and tried to conceal her state of nervous anticipation of their arrival. Betty Jo, excited about seeing Gloria that day, remained unsuspecting of Cathy's plot.
At about ten o'clock, Cathy heard the sound of Pete's pickup truck. She and Betty Jo were in the living room at the time, and Betty Jo thought nothing of it when the doorbell was rung. Cathy went to answer it. She was tense as a fiddle string. The sight of big, burly, smiling Pete sent shivers running up from her toes to the roots of her hair. His companion was tall and dark-haired and handsome, and the look on his face clearly showed that he was well prepared for a day of fun with the fun-loving girls Pete had told him about. His name was Warren, and no sooner had he been introduced, he had his hand about Cathy's slim waist and was clasping her close to him. Pete seemed more interested in Betty Jo's whereabouts. That was fine with Cathy. As much as she craved an exciting good time with a virile young man that morning, her main intent was to see that Betty Jo was taken to bed and given a rousing good fuck by a stud who could make her forget all about Gloria's weird brand of sex.
Betty Jo's face fell when Cathy ushered the men into the living room. "What are they doing here?" she said.
"I asked them over for a little surprise party. It'll be fun," Cathy brightly replied.
Pete went directly to Betty Jo, drew her up from the couch and embraced her, saying, "You're darned right it'll be fun. We'll take up where we left off the other night, when you got me to go home without getting in your pants. I shouldn't have left that night, and I'm not going to leave today till you and I have had us a real party in bed."
Betty Jo smoothed her hand over the front of his pants and said, "I wasn't in the mood that night."
"You told me you were," said Cathy. "Pete, she told me you fucked her all night long. Later on, I found out different."
"I'll make up for that today," said the grinning Pete. He was fondling Betty Jo's big tits through her flimsy nightie. She was returning his lustful grin. Their obvious mood was quite contagious, for Warren was simultaneously fondling Cathy's wriggling bottom and playing with her titties while she nudged her hip against the thick ridge of excitement that had grown in his trousers.
Betty Jo excused herself. She said, "I'm going to slip into the bathroom while I can. I'll be right back. Don't start anything without me."
Her parting request wasn't easy to fulfill. Cathy sat between the two handsome young men on the couch in the living room. By then it was clear that Cathy was to be Warren's playmate for the day and that Pete was more interested in Betty Jo, but in Betty Jo's absence, Pete had his hand on one of Cathy's sleekly slender thighs and Warren's hand moved warmly on the other.
It was thrilling, and somewhat frightening, to be the center of attention for both of these very ready young men. Cathy's smile flashed from one to the other of them as she tried to keep up a conversation until Betty Jo's return. The conversation kept bogging down, for sex was dominating all of their thoughts. Cathy kept recalling her dream of a garden of cocks as she sat between the two men whose warm hands caressed her thighs and whose hot cocks bulged in their pants. Betty Jo seemed to be taking forever, and Cathy was almost wishing that she would. To make the most of the situation while she could, Cathy threw caution and courtesy to the winds and laid a hand on each of the thick ridges of thinly concealed cockflesh at her sides.
"Didn't I tell you," said Pete, as he patted Cathy's trembling hand still more warmly against his cock, "this is a chick that-likes to ball and doesn't make any bones about it."
"She's sure made a bone for me," Warren said, moving Cathy's hand on his cock.
Nervous anticipation had tied up Cathy's tongue. She could squeeze and fondle those lovely hard cocks at her sides and she could giggle, but she couldn't talk. She breathlessly felt of them, squeezed them, while their owners moved closer and took greater liberties with her warmly atingle body.
"Nice tits, eh, Warren?" said Pete, first fondling young Cathy through her blouse, then opening its buttons to unveil Cathy's plumply conical beauties.
"She's a good looking kid," said the other, as he ran his hands purposefully over her body.
Cathy still had hold of their cocks. Having taken the bold step of grasping them, she now couldn't let them go. Men's cocks were so thrilling! They seemed to be pouring excitement and life in through her grasping hands, but at the same time their animal heat and their hard, gristly strength were frightening.
She couldn't stop her trembling as four masculine hands pawed and caressed over her tender young flesh. Their murmured admirations of her sweet feminine beauty were interspersed with coarse masculine jokes that deepened the furious blushing of Cathy's scantily clad body. Her titties were completely naked. They had opened her blouse completely and playing with her tits and kissing them as she sat like a prisoner between them. She felt twinges of panic at being alone with them. Her pussy was being tightly clasped by the crotch band of her shorts as Cathy was turned this way and that between the two lusting men, and it itched and steamed as they squeezed and caressed her there.
Warren took her in his powerful arms and sent her senses spiraling by kissing her ardently. As he did this, Pete peeled off her blouse. The moment Warren released her from the breathtaking kiss, she was turned about to feel the mustachioed mouth of Pete mashing down on hers, while behind her, Warren unzipped her shorts and slipped thick, wriggling fingers over the naked swells of her buttocks. The situation was getting out of control. So was Cathy. She had to get Betty Jo, fast.
They almost wouldn't let her get up from the couch. When she finally rose, her hair was in great disarray, her titties were completely naked, and her shorts were halfway down her slim hips. Feverish prickly heat raced up and down her body as the two men sat on the couch, rubbing their cock-bulges and leering up at her.
She hiked up her shorts and somehow made it to her parents' bedroom. "Come on out, Betty Jo," she said. "My gosh, I can't take care of both of them by myself."
"I'm taking a nice soaky bath," said her friend from behind the door. "And I've got a good magazine in here with me. Let me know when they're gone."
"Betty Jo!" Cathy cried, rapping on the door and rattling the knob. "Don't do this to me! Come on out of there!"
Betty Jo just laughed and said, "You brought it on yourself; don't blame me."
At a sound from behind her, Cathy turned, then flattened herself against the bathroom door. There before her were Pete and Warren, both of them naked, each of them with huge erections, and advancing toward her.
"Betty Jo'll be ... out in a minute," Cathy stammered. "Let's go back in the living room. I'll ... make some lemonade."
Warren grabbed her and crushed her to him. His naked cock pressing up against her naked belly felt as large as a baseball bat. While he kissed her, stabbing his tongue deep through her lips, Pete had closed in from behind to sandwich her slender body between them. She twisted her mouth from Warren's to call out for Betty Jo as she vainly tried to squirm out from between the powerful masculine bodies surrounding her.
Pete's cock was equally as big as Warren's, and pushing with equal insistence against Cathy's back. She could hardly take a breath until he backed off, and when he did this, he quickly took down her shorts in yanks and jerks. She was quite naked now, and quite helpless to stop them from manhandling her in any way they chose.
"Wait!" she said. "Let me catch my breath.
I'll ... give you each blow jobs! I'll suck both your cocks!"
"Take it from me," said Pete, "she's got a good mouth, and she-likes to suck cock."
Warren's excitement was still on the rise. He wouldn't let go of Cathy, and he wouldn't stop squirming his hot, hard cock up against her bare belly. Grinning down in her panicky eyes, he said, "She can suck you off after I fuck her. I like fucking these little teenyboppers that think they're such hot shit."
She tried to push away from him. He cuffed her across the mouth and shoved her down on her parents' bed. Pete made an attempt to stop him, but he threw his weight atop her sprawled body and, stiff cock in hand, started forcing himself inside her.
He was far too strong for Cathy to fight him off. And, shocked and hurt as she was, her pussy was still very well lubricated from her night and morning of anticipation. Half the burgeoning length of his cock was shoved through the taut lips of her pussy and driven on into her fuck hole as Warren surged forward with his hips. He drew back an inch and shoved the full length of his cock in her slender young body, and now all of her struggles merely served to insure his complete penetration.
Cathy struggled and wailed. Warren pistoned his cock through her cunt. The titties she'd teased him with now served as handholds as he fucked her with pent up fury. In his excitement, his thick cock slipped out of her cunt and skidded slipperily up through her groin. She tried to roll away, managed to roll onto her belly, and there he caught her by the hips and dragged her back for a new insertion of his thick, throbbing cock. Cathy was shocked once again, this time by the ease with which his big, man-sized cock slid up to the hilt in her girlish cunt.
He had a good hold on her now, and he was making the most of it. With his powerful hands on her hips, he rocked her backwards and forth in time with his surgings till her pendant tits were swinging wildly and she was seeing stars. She could hear him grunting his satisfaction, and she could hear Pete say, "Fucking her dog-style. Man, that looks sexy as hell."
He was right there beside her on the bed. She could see him through the veil of her hanging hair. She could see his cock, too. It was in his hand and moving closer, and now it pushed in her open mouth.
She sucked on its knob lest it be pushed in her throat to choke her. Behind her, the brutal rammings of Warren's hard thighs still pounded her delicate ass. She was getting doubly fucked, in her mouth and in her cunt, and it had all happened so quickly that she still didn't quite know what was happening.
Cathy clung to the cock in her mouth with both hands, sucking wildly, sucking hard and fast. Behind her the other cock plunged again and again in her cunt, while its owner exclaimed on the tightness and heat of her cunt. His words changed to groans. She could feel his hot lava being squirted up through her cunt and along her spine, and now the cock in her mouth erupted with equal force.
Hot, creamy jism poured down her throat. It seemed to merge with the jism still being jetted in her blistering hot cunt. Both cocks were terrifically slippery now, moving with consummate ease in and out of her body. The fiery hot jism surged through her body, igniting flares and rockets that burst in her brain. She felt herself soaring, exploding in pyrotechnic glory, but now as she tried to fly with it, the two men who had started her off on the trip relaxed with a sigh. With a slurping pop, Warren's cock was withdrawn from her hot, dripping pussy. When she gasped at this, Pete's cock was drawn out of her mouth. She was left to pant and gasp on her elbows and knees while the once horny men sprawled out on the bed and boasted about their pleasures.
Pete chuckled and said, "I sure did cum in a hurry. I had a load that just wouldn't quit, and she gobbled up every bit of it."
"Tight cunt," Warren acknowledged. "I'd like to bang her again some time. Some time soon."
"She looks like she needs a rest right now."
"Yeah. I'm sorry we made it so tough on her. But she's so goddamned cute, I just couldn't wait, just look at that ass on her. Wow."
"She's really going to be something when she grows up."
Cathy angrily raised her head and said, "You two are the ones who need some growing up! My Gosh, I invite you over to have some fun, and it's over within five minutes. You behaved like a couple of little boys left alone in a candy store!"
They looked at each other, abashed. With her fists on her hips, Cathy let her admonishing words sink in for a few silent moments, and then she spoke in calmer tones. "Come on now. Let's have a little more fun. Stretch out and relax. I'll get you ready."
The two young men laid on their backs, looking properly chastised. Between them, on her knees, Cathy at last had her little garden of cocks. Both cocks were limp and soft just then, and Warren's was rich with the flavor of fucking. She sucked on each one in its turn, played with them both at once, and was gratified at the manner in which they soon rose to full attention. It was as if they were both admiring her youthful beauty through their sightless eyes. Certainly Pete and Warren were admiring her, and she took every advantage to show off the young, firm charms they'd already spoken so well of.
With both lovely big cocks up and hard, Cathy had two pairs of heavy balls at her disposal. She rolled them in her hands, giggling at the squirmings this invoked in her guests. Returning to their magnificent cocks, she held one in each of her hands, stroking them warmly, bending to place her warm lips on their roseate heads. She introduced each cock to her titties. She clasped each one in the warmth of her armpits. She snuggled them against her cheeks, and drawing them closer, she was able to take the tips of both of them into her mouth at the same time. By the time she had her fill of playing in her garden, the little pink garden between her legs was saturated with her fecund nectar.
"You stay right where you are," she told Warren, and got up on her knees and straddled Pete's sturdy hips.
His cock came up to her belly button. She had to raise up to get it into her cunt. And when it was there, she uttered a long, smiling sigh as she lowered her dainty body down and felt every inch of the hard masculine strength that filled her cunt.
She wriggled and nestled and got it all fitting nicely into her. She drew back her cunt lips for maximum comfort. Then she leaned forward and stretched out on Pete's body and, wriggling her little bottom provocatively, said, "Now you get behind me, Warren, and fuck me back there."
Warren allowed as how he'd never fucked a girl in the ass before, but that didn't slow him a bit in assuming the right position. On his knees between two pair of outspread legs, he gently parted Cathy's pink and white buttocks and wormed and wedged his cock in her tight little anus.
"Is that okay?" he doubtfully asked.
"Couldn't be better," Cathy replied. She giggled and wriggled and said, "But I can't hardly move! Can either of you?"
Both of them proved very well that they could. Closely sandwiched between them, Cathy got the full benefit of both of their easily moving cocks as she happily squirmed in the double embrace. At times their cocks both moved together, and again they moved like a pair of opposing pistons, but always slowly and very enjoyably, for the heat of their eager passions had been blunted, and now they could fully savor their pleasures.
The membranes between Cathy's cunt and her anus were getting a good messaging. She found that the lips of her anus were very nearly as sensitive to fucking as were the portals of her cunt. Her breasts and her buttocks, both very firm and resilient, were being massaged by the massive muscles of two very masculine bodies. She had had something like this in mind for Betty Jo, but now she was glad that her friend remained locked in the bathroom.
They laughed and chatted while they fucked, moving together as one. They altered positions, with Warren on the bottom and Pete on the top, but with Cathy always in the middle. They fucked for what seemed like a lovely long time before Warren said, "Wow, I don't know if I can hold back much more."
"Oh, don't!" Cathy told him. "Don't hold back a thing. If you feel like cumming, I'm with you."
"And I'll make it unanimous," said Pete.
Their squirmings grew more delightfully frantic. Squeezed between the two bodies, deeply penetrated by the two cocks, Cathy was quite helpless to do anything more than just cum. This she did, over and over and over, while her guests reached a crescendo of rhythmic action with their cocks.
Another double load of jism was being infused through Cathy's body. She struggled and squirmed for more of it, knowing full well that this was something she would never have her fill of. Pistoning cocks, squirting cocks, hard cocks, these were the things she'd need for the rest of her life.
CHAPTER NINE
They rested, had lunch, and partied some more. It was mid afternoon when Pete and Warren, dreamily smiling, very courteously thanked Cathy for her hospitality and bid her farewell. She returned to the scene of the day's lovely entertainment to bask in the fragrant aftermath of pleasures while she napped. She dropped off to sleep right away, and right away she was wakened by Betty Jo's anxious voice.
"Are they gone?"
Cathy yawned and said she feared they were. Betty Jo cautiously entered the bedroom.
"Tsk! Just look at you. There's jism all over you. And it's all over the bed, too. Agh! It sounded like they were both doing it to you at the same time. Are you sure they're gone? Don't you ever dare try to fix me up with a boy again. Aren't you going to get up and wash all that icky stuff off you? Well, I don't care if you drown in it. I'm going over to see Gloria."
Cathy slept on with an angelic smile on her cum-speckled face. It was over an hour later when Betty Jo came slamming into the bedroom.
"She was gone! She didn't even leave me a note! And it's all your fault for making me lock myself in the bathroom so long! I'm going to see her where she works, that's what! Oh, but then she might be mad at me. I hope you're proud of yourself, Cathy Mortenson! You've gone and ruined my whole day! And you don't even care!"
That was true. Cathy cared about very little for the rest of that evening and night. She answered the phone when her father called, and told him everything was fine. She bathed, changed the linen on her parents' bed, and helped with dinner. The vacuous smile, somehow so irritating to Betty Jo, never left Cathy's sweet face as they ate dinner from TV trays and watched the box. She made no objection when Betty Jo coyly suggested they sleep together that night, but once in bed she serenely dropped off to sleep right away, quite oblivious to Betty Jo's futile pawings and fuming frustrations.
When Cathy woke up in the morning, Betty Jo was eating her box. "Excuse me," she said, and got up and went into her bathroom, ignoring the rantings and cursings of her blonde friend. Betty Jo seethed with silent anger as Cathy ate a hearty breakfast, then once again began berating Cathy for the events and the non-events of the day before.
"Sorry," said Cathy, and withdrew to her room to put on her bathing suit. From there she went out to her backyard, spread out a beach towel, and started to work on her tan.
Betty Jo came out shortly after, heavily made up and perfumed, and wearing very tight, very brief shorts and a halter top. "I'm gong over to Gloria's. You want to come along? I hate to see you missing out on all the fun. I'll pedal."
Cathy waved her hand and said, "Have a good time."
"Cathy," Betty Jo said, in pleading tones. "It's more fun for three."
"You're right," said Cathy, "when two of them are boys."
Cathy started to doze off once again. The tiniest of tingles between her silkily smooth, evenly tanned legs prevented a full return to the restful slumber she had so much enjoyed since the departure of Pete and Warren. The tingle turned into a twinge. When she briefly scratched herself there, it disappeared, only to return with more insistence a few moments later. She opened her eyes and, from the shade of her broad-brimmed straw hat, looked down between the pert mounds of her breasts and past the graceful mound of her pubis to see Gary peeping at her through the hedge that separated their back yards.
She closed her eyes and parted her legs a few inches, scratched at her nicely tingling pussy again, and allowed her hand to gracefully rest there on her little twat. Gary's vantage point was such that he was looking directly up between her legs. She shifted her legs and squeezed herself there, suppressing a giggle as the warm tingling mounted, surely in cadence with Gary's excitement. He was such a nice, innocent boy that she hated to tease him so, but it was such fun that she couldn't resist.
Cathy rolled over on the towel, making sure that her stretchy blue one-piece bathing suit crept well up between the cunning mounds of her bottom. The heat from the earth now crept up between her legs to add to her pleasures. She sensuously massaged her buttocks. She rolled over on her back and lifted her knees, giving the neighbor boy a direct view of the narrow and delicately bulging band of blue that covered her now throbbing cunt. Judging from the way she felt by then, Gary's prick was out of his shorts and he was steadily stroking it.
She sat up and reached for her bottle of baby oil. Pursing her lips as she watched, moving with deliberate sensuality, she spread the oil on her delicate skin till she softly gleamed with highlights from the warm summer sun. Then looking down most indulgently, with her feet pointed toward the hedge, she smiled a supposedly secret smile while she slowly rubbed more of the oil on her inner thighs and in the very warm hollows of her groins. She almost jumped out of her well-oiled skin when Gary's voice sounded behind her.
"Hi, Cathy. I noticed you taking a sun bath. It sure is a good day for it."
When she turned, her eyes were on a level with the prominent bulge in his shorts, and her pussy throbbed strong and hard. But she lifted her eyebrows and said, "Oh? You were peeping at me?"
He grinned and said, "Yep. You're so darned pretty I just couldn't help it. Okay if I sit down and, well, have a good look at you while we talk for a few minutes?"
Startled now by his forthright request, Cathy said, "I guess so. Why not?"
He chatted more easily than she did, and he kept looking her over most appreciatively as he did. She was too embarrassed to posture and pose for him now, but that didn't seem to bother her a bit. He liked her looks from any angle, and he was the first to admit it.
At length he said, "Cathy, would you be my girl for the summer? I've got just about everything done in the yard, and we could go places and do things from now until school starts again. We could have fun together."
"I know the kind of fun you want to have," she cooed, posturing once again, thrusting out her titties and caressing her shapely legs.
"You mean making love? Sure. I'm ready any time you are. I think it's great. But there's lots of other things we could do, too. Will you be my summertime girl?"
"Oh, Gary," said Cathy, somehow feeling foolish and flustered. "You're so young."
He smiled and grinned. "Well, at least you didn't say no. Think it over, okay?"
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. The touch seemed to sparkle there. When he got to his feet, Cathy's hand darted suddenly out and closed over the hard bulge in his shorts. She batted her eyelids and said, "Naughty boy."
He shrugged and said, "I guess I must be. It gets that way every time I'm near you."
"I know what to do about that," she said, with swiftly returning confidence.
She tugged at the cuff of his shorts, and brought him down to his knees at her feet. She lay gracefully back on the towel, knees up, slender legs parted. When she drew aside the flexible crotch-band of her bathing suit, Gary heaved a deep sigh at the fresh pink beauty she had exposed.
"Kiss me goodbye for now?" she said.
He leaned down and did so. Once again that sparkling sensation blossomed and stayed while he straightened up, sighing again. She couldn't conceal the sparkle from her words as she said, "You might as well take down your shorts and do it to me."
The sparkle appeared in her eyes as she saw Gary's cock. Lit by the bright morning sunlight, his cock seemed to have the texture of ivory. It was pure white, flawless, and straight as an arrow from its furry base to its sveltely swollen pink knob. A sheath of skin protected that knob, she now saw. She was compelled to reach out and touch it, and now sparkling sensation tingled through her fingers and up her arm.
She gently pushed on the skin, feeling the soft resiliency of the head of Gary's cock. Then out from the skin popped the naked head, as pink and pretty as the lips of a baby. Cathy bent over and kissed it, and the sparkling sensation she felt on her lips made her gaily laugh. He came easily with her as she lay back on the towel, drawing his cock to her pussy, and her smiles turned to sighs of wondrous surprise as it slid right into her with remarkable ease.
He started cumming almost the instant he got it in her. She felt that quite clearly by the touch of his urgent embrace, and by the explosive sensations bursting inside her. She couldn't move, and neither could he. They could only cling to each other, gasping and straining, shuddering closer, completely merged and completely sharing in the astonishing cataclysm happening to each of them.
Though the sun didn't move in the sky, their happening on the earth lasted for twenty or thirty minutes. It left them both shaken and humbled, but as Gary drew on his shorts, Cathy could see the sparkle she'd felt still existing in his eyes.
He got to his feet and said, "I've got to go back to work. Will you think about being my girl?"
Cathy nodded her head. As Gary turned to leave her, she clearly saw that the bulge in his shorts was still there. She lay back on the towel to resume her nap, but now sleep wouldn't come to her. She had too many disturbing questions buzzing through her mind.
How could she have been mistaken about Gary's cumming? Was there something wrong with him that made it so he couldn't cum? What was the nature of that sparkling sensation that was only very slowly fading from her body, and why didn't it alarm her? Was she coming down with the summer flu?
The squeak of a bicycle tire made Cathy raise her head. Betty Jo had returned. Her lipstick was smeared and her eyes were shining as brightly as her smile. She rushed over to where Cathy lay, excitedly saying, "She was home! I saw her! She was sorry she missed me yesterday and real sorry she didn't have time to have any fun today. She had to go to work early. But tomorrow afternoon she's off, and she's taking us to a sex party!
She's told Hank and Julie all about us, and they're dying to meet us. Oh, it'll be wild! I can hardly wait! Julie's a former beauty queen!"
Cathy said she didn't think she'd attend the sex party, but Betty Jo kept chattering on so that she didn't hear her. And later on she brushed aside Cathy's refusal as if Cathy was joking. Though Betty Jo was an excitable sort of a girl, Cathy had never seen her quite this excited. She thought that perhaps she should go, if only to protect Betty Jo from her own excitability. Trying to lead Betty Jo into a more normal sex life had been unproductive, but it might be productive if Cathy was there at the sex party as some sort of stabilizing influence. And, who could tell? The sex party might be amusing.
Betty Jo's excitement about the party didn't fade. That, and Gloria, were her only topics of conversation. When Cathy's father called that night, he casually asked what plans the girls had for the next day. Without thinking, Cathy said they might go to an afternoon party. He said that would be fine, and when Cathy hung up the phone, it seemed as if a decision had been made.
If nothing else, the party would be interesting. Cathy didn't have to actually enter into the sex, but she could be an observer. According to Betty Jo, Hank was some sort of a super lover, and his young wife Julie was apparently a wild thing and quite ready for anything. Cathy might watch and learn a lot. And it might be just the right opportunity to somehow make Betty Jo see that Gloria wasn't good for her. It could be an interesting afternoon, Cathy thought, as she idly scratched at the little itch that had started tingling between her legs.
CHAPTER TEN
Betty Jo got into the Mortenson medicine cabinet that evening and found some sleeping pills. She talked Cathy into splitting one with her and the girls went to bed early, giggling briefly, and fell into a deep slumber. Cathy awoke first in the morning, naked of course, and belly to belly with her very best friend in all the world.
The morning sun was already quite high in the sky, and Cathy felt very pleasantly drowsy as she nestled closer to her friend. Betty Jo's plump, pretty lips were parted as she slumbered on. Their color reminded Cathy of the color of Gary's cock, and she smiled. Perhaps she and Gary might go to the museum that day. Then Betty Jo sighed deeply in her sleep and licked her lips. Her sigh pushed her firm, big tits against Cathy's. The brief sight of her tongue made Cathy think of Gloria's long tongue delving into her hot little cunt. She breathed in the fragrance of Betty Jo's breath, and her nipples stiffened against Betty Jo's very warm tits. She smiled and nestled closer, touching the tip of her tongue to Betty Jo's lips.
Betty Jo's long blonde lashes twitched. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and Cathy slipped the tip of her tongue inside her mouth. "G' morning," she murmured, and met Cathy's tongue with her own as she clasped Cathy closer.
"What time are we supposed to be at Gloria's?" Cathy murmured.
"She'll pick us up about noon. I'm sure glad you're going. From what Gloria says, Hank has the hots for big-titted blondes like me."
"They sure are big," Cathy said, confirming this with her hand.
They got up and went to the bathroom together. They showered together and giggled about what might happen at the party that day. They helped each other with their hair and make-up and in the selection of fitting clothes for the occasion. Both of them chose to wear their stretchy, satiny, one-piece bathing suits, which were cut very low in the back and very enhancing to their youthful figures. High heels enhanced the curves of their legs, and short beach robes gave the girls a sophisticatedly sport look. They were putting on a modeling show for each other when the doorbell was wrung and they both rushed to answer it.
It was Gloria. She was wearing a wraparound dress of extremely clinging black crepe that showed off every angular curve of her body. Her face was artfully painted and her thick, unruly black hair had been brushed till it stood out over her shoulders like a headdress. She came right in and produced a joint of marijuana from within the bodice of her dress, lit it and passed it and said it was very good stuff.
"Keep it going," she said. "I don't want to be late. You brats look sexy as hell. They'll both love you. Just don't let bitchy little Julie give you any trouble. Come on. Take deeper drags of that joint, and let's get going."
Gary was in his front yard with a shovel, but he was only a blur to Cathy as she was hurried out to Gloria's funky old car. The three of them sat in the front seat, with Cathy in the middle, very nervously puffing on, and trying to conceal, the second joint of marijuana that Gloria had taken from her bodice. She knew she had to be stoned, but she felt no different than she usually did, except for her very keen and understandable state of nervous anxiety. They might be arrested at any moment. They might be sold into white slavery. She tried to direct her thoughts elsewhere and was finally able to absorb herself in looking at Gloria's legs, and wondering how they could be so smooth and soft and white in contrast to the gross, black-haired pussy that dwelt between them under Gloria's clinging, upraised skirt. She was still staring there in dumb wonder when Gloria braked the car in front of a mini-mansion in the most exclusive part of the city.
With a firm hand on each of their elbows, Gloria ushered the girls up the broad, low steps to the two-story house. It seemed like a very long time before the ornately carved door was swung open by a tall and slenderly shapely young woman in her early twenties. She had very short, shingled blonde hair, an extremely pretty face that was sullen and completely expressionless, and she was clad in the top part of a man's gold satin pajamas and platform shoes.
"You're right on time, as usual," she said to Gloria. Her pink, unpainted lips twitched into a sneer as she looked at the girls. "Christ, you're picking 'em young lately. Come on in, and bring your diaper bag."
Cathy was ready to turn around and walk home, but then the door was opened wider by a broadly smiling man of middle years. His short beard and long hair was just starting to gray, very nicely, and the welcoming smile on his lips was warm and reflected all over his distinguishedly handsome face and in his every action. He had on the bottom half of the gold pajamas, plus a silk brocaded smoking jacket with gleaming black lapels.
Do come in, ladies. It's so nice to see you, he said, and gave Gloria a warm but chaste kiss on her offered cheek. He introduced himself as Hank. He warmly shook each of the girls' hands and spoke their names and, very smoothly and easily, he slipped his hand about Betty Jo's waist and apologized for the rude behavior of his wife.
"Julie doesn't take well to visitors. At least not at first. But she's a charming girl when you get to know her. Cathy, with your permission I'll leave you to get acquainted better with my shamefully spoiled young wife while I get some refreshments. Gloria, perhaps you'd best stay here to see that Julie keeps her talons sheathed. Betty Jo-what a charming name-could I persuade you to help me with the lemonade?"
Betty Jo, staring up at him, blinking, was led away in the crook of his arm. The smirking Gloria sauntered off a few paces to light up a cigarette. Cathy tried to casually look about at the elegance of the interior of the house, but was drawn back from this by the presence of their insolently smiling hostess.
She stood before Cathy with her hand on her cocked hip, shaking her head at what she saw. In spite of her efforts, crimson was creeping up into Cathy's cheeks as the tall, big-busted blonde sauntered around her. She took hold of Cathy's beach robe and pulled it down off her shoulders, then tossed it onto the marble floor. Cathy jumped in startled outrage when she was quickly pinched and slapped on the ass, and behind her the woman laughed and said, "At least she can move when she's prodded."
Betty Jo and Hank reappeared in the lavish living room, some twenty feet beyond the foyer, with Betty Jo bearing a silver tray with crystal pitchers and glasses on it. With Hank giving Betty Jo such solicitous attention, the little blonde scarcely glanced in Cathy's direction. Gloria strolled toward them, leaving Cathy feeling more alone than ever.
She stood there, rigid, trembling, as the sneering Julie sauntered on around her and thrust her nose close to Cathy's. She felt she could no longer breathe.
Looming large, ultra-smooth and ultra-beautiful, Julie's face twisted with a contemptuous look and she said, "What is it you kids say? Cat got your tongue? It hasn't got mine. See?"
She stuck out a long, pointed, pink tongue and waggled it in Cathy's face. She laughed and yanked Cathy's arm up in the air, then stooped to burrow her tongue deep in Cathy's armpit. Queasy feelings swept through Cathy's body. She had no idea in the world as to what she should do. She longed to trade places with Betty Jo, secure in the arm of a friendly and dignified man who seemed to take this sort of wifely behavior in stride. Well, perhaps not completely in stride, for now Cathy saw that he had an erection.
He was making no effort to conceal it. Quite on the contrary, he fished his cock out of his pajamas and drew Betty Jo's attention to it. Though it still drooped at half mast, it was long and thick. Betty Jo drew back from it only momentarily, but then the few words he said to her made both her and Gloria laugh, and she once again nestled happily in the crook of his arm.
Cathy, however, was anything but happy. She wanted to join the others in the living room, she wanted to leave, but still she stood there fighting those queasy feelings, fighting back tears, while Julie laved her armpit with her tongue.
"Don't do that!" she finally said, and drew back and clasped her arms about her, rubbing at the hot goose-pimples bubbling out on her tender young flesh.
Julie yanked Cathy up against her and almost spat in her face as she said, "I do what I want to do here, and punk kids like you do it too. Did you come over here for my old man to fuck you? Shit, he can't even get it up any more. Did you come over here expecting me to kiss your dumb little cunt and fuck you with one of Lezzie Gloria's dildos? This is more like the size for you," she said, and stuck her stiff middle finger up before Cathy's tear-filled eyes.
The sneering woman backed off a foot. Through the blur of her tears, Cathy got the impression that Hank's cock was indeed up very large and hard. It looked as if Betty Jo had it in hand, and that his hand was moving warmly and well inside the top of her stretchy bathing suit. And Gloria stood with them smiling.
"Now that you're here, let's see what you've got," said Julie, and yanked down one of Cathy's shoulder straps.
Cathy gasped, then gasped again as the woman slapped aside her protecting hands. Down came her other shoulder strap, and then her bathing suit was roughly yanked down to her waist, leaving her titties completely bare for her hostess's further contempt.
"At least you've got something," she said, roughly pulling and tweaking at Cathy's pink nipples, painfully stiff. "Not enough to turn Hank on, but enough to give me a few chuckles and laughs. "Awww-w-w, they look so tender and sweet. So babyish, just like you. Tell me, does that hurt?"
She pinched both of Cathy's nipples. She pinched them quite hard.
Cathy held back from crying out with the pain. But she didn't hold back from swinging her arm back and slapping the woman solidly across the face.
The crop-haired blonde staggered backward, touching at the crimson mark on her face. She stuck out her tongue and reached out for Cathy's titties again, and Cathy slapped her again just as solidly.
Julie's eyes glinted brightly as she stared at the furious Cathy, as she turned her back and bent at the waist and once again stuck out her tongue at Cathy. Her pajama top was short, and without a doubt she had the most perfectly beautiful ass that Cathy had ever seen. She waggled it impudently. Cathy stepped forward and started spanking it smartly, quickly turning its alabaster satin to a soft shade of pink.
"You bitch! You brat! You snot-nosed kid!" Julie said, panting and rocking on her platform shoes as she kept her upturned ass on the move under Cathy's punishing hand. Cathy now saw that Julie's hand was up between her gorgeously shaped legs, rubbing hard and hot at her cunt. That didn't stop her from going on with the spanking. She was enjoying it enormously. The solid blows she delivered reverberated up through her arm and into her jiggling tits, and down through her belly and into her cunt.
Gloria, however, did stop Cathy. She strode up to Julie, skirts swirling about her, and yanked her upright. Smiling crookedly, she said, "Are you going to apologize to Cathy?"
"Fuck you, you creepy bisexual bitch," Julie said, and was at once spun around by the woman in black, who produced a long wooden paddle and took up where Cathy had left off.
WHACK! WHACK! SPLAT!
The sounds of the terrible paddling filled the vaulted room of the mansion. With her platform shoes planted wide, rubbing furiously between her long legs, the former beauty queen rocked back and forth, moaning hotly and urgently, while her beautiful ass was turned crimson.
When Gloria dropped the paddle, Julie turned about and fell to her knees, sobbing and babbling apologies through the folds of Gloria's skirt. Gloria swept her wraparound skirt aside and cocked her angular pelvis forward. She hadn't a stitch on under it, just as Cathy had suspected in the car, and now Julie's profuse apologies took the form of hot, tongueing kisses all over and inside the lips of Gloria's beautifully hairy big cunt.
She winked and beckoned to Cathy, who quickly came forward. Grabbing a handful of Julie's short hair, she spun the crouching woman about and demanded, "What about me?"
"I'm so sorry! How can you ever forgive me!" said Julie, clasping Cathy's slim hips in her hands, speaking through the thin, stretchy cloth of her bathing suit.
Cathy yanked that stretchy cloth aside. Though there was no need, she jammed Julie's face up against her cunt, naked and steaming hot.
Gloria came sidling up to Cathy and slipped her arm about Cathy's waist, looking down at Julie and saying, "Once she gets warmed up, Julie does a pretty good job of it."
Cathy tilted up Gloria's lovely face and kissed her warmly and well on the lips, then murmured, "You do a better job of it than she does."
Gloria wrinkled her aquiline nose and kissed Cathy. She said, "I have to pee real bad. What about you?"
Panting, shivering, Cathy looked down past her nakedly quivering titties at the blonde head bobbing about at her cunt, and nodded her head. "I've been holding it all morning. Too nervous to pee. No, that's a lie, I was waiting for you. But now ... now help me cum. Gloria, play with my tits and kiss me and help me cum!"
A hot, gut-ripping orgasm was ground out of Cathy's young body. She helped grind it out with the grindings of her hips. Its fiery traces were still coursing through her when Julie rose to her feet, nuzzling her cunty wet lips in with Gloria's and murmuring, "Am I forgiven, Cathy? Gloria, can I play with you big girls now?"
Gloria spun Julie about and spanked her some more with the palm of her hand. Julie was savagely rubbing her blistered buttocks with both hands as Gloria propelled her on into the living room, where wide-eyed Betty Jo and smoothly smiling Hank were waiting.
He had Betty Jo secure in the crook of his arm. She had his cock in her quaking hand, and it was a big one. It was gnarled like an oak and, like an oak, it was sturdy and strong. Betty Jo's tits had been bared, just as Cathy's had been, and they were being fondled and squeezed by the appreciative hand of their host as his wife tottered up on her high platform heels.
She sat on her heels before him, still rubbing her cunt, and in a shivering, quaking voice, she said, "Darling, can I please apologize to you, too?"
"What about it?" he said to Betty Jo. "Would you like to see my silly little wife suck my cock."
Betty Jo looked down at the classically beautiful cock in her little white hand, ruddy red on its knob, roped with blue veins, and oozing syrupy jism. Looking up at Hank, she timidly said, "Could I do it for you instead?"
"But of course," he replied, and she went up on her tiptoes to kiss his bearded lips before taking his cock in her hands and on into her mouth.
It parted her lips very widely. She sucked and slurped on it with obvious gusto. As she did, Julie plaintively said, "Can I do it to her?"
Hank shrugged. "If she doesn't stop you."
The beautiful Julie sat her sore ass on the floor and scooted backwards between Betty Jo's legs. Betty Jo accomodatingly parted her legs while she sucked on Hank's lovely cock. The crotch band of her bathing suit was drawn aside by Julie's wet fingers, and Julie's tongue slithered up into Betty Jo's hot little cunt. The gold satin pajama top had come undone. Julie's figure was truly spectacular. Her skin was perfection, her tummy was subtly rounded, her wet blonde cunt hair seemed shaped in the form of a heart, and her plumply conical tits were firmly formed and softly contoured and crested with large and symmetrical nipples.
Cathy, with her hand inside Gloria's dress, squeezing and fondling a tit that was pendant and soft, turned to murmur in Gloria's ear. "I have toupee!"
Cathy was soundly kissed and firmly towed along, looking back over her shoulder as Hank drew Betty Jo up and into a torrid kiss, then hurrying on up the winding stairs in the wake of Gloria's swirling skirt.
The bathroom was grand. There were to marble washstands, the tub was big enough for four, and the toilet seemed fit for a queen or a king. Cathy noticed little of that, busy as she was in helping Gloria off with her dress. Cathy's bathing suit came off in a trice, and then they were both as naked as could be and hotly embracing and kissing, gravevining their-legs together and drawing each other closer still.
At last Gloria pushed the clinging girl from her, swept her with a devouring gaze, and got into the sunken bathtub and laid down on her back. "Come here! Stand over me and do it! Quickly!" she said, reaching out with both hands.
Cathy straddled her, knees bent, squatting obscenely, gazing down at erotic beauty she'd never known could exist. Gloria's brown-nippled tits, mauled at and sucked on by dozens, hundreds of others, quivered and shook as they lolled on her twisting torso. Her bony arms reached out for Cathy as they'd reached out for so many others before her, red talons clawing the air in her urgent need. Rib bones and pelvis bones thrust out through her milk-white, velvety soft skin. Her heavily painted face was twisted into a dark mask of consuming lust as she writhed on the porcelain tub bottom. The wild thatch of her cunt hair was broad between her flaccid thighs and creeping up over her quivering belly. She parted it now, lewdly displaying those purplish red cunt lips that Cathy, among many others, had avidly sucked on and kissed.
Unbidden, Cathy help open her swollen but firm little cunt lips, too, and when Gloria said, "Now! Do it now!" she let go.
Her hot golden stream thudded hard in the purple and red. An unrecognizeable word exploded from Gloria's twisting lips, then her whole body twisted, bones cracking, as Cathy bore down and gushed hard into Gloria's upwardly arching cunt. Gloria squalled, rubbed it in hard, then spread her cunt lips again to feel more of its burning kiss.
Cathy leaned forward and pissed on her wildly flopping tits. "I love it! Oh, I adore you!" Gloria shouted. "Give me your pissy wet cunt! Let me kiss it!"
First Cathy emptied her bladder. Squatting lower on weakening legs, she let it all go into Gloria's cunt before waddling forward and letting Gloria's claws pull her down on top of her painted face.
Gloria's tongue was amazingly long. It did some amazing things in Cathy's cunt. "Eat it! Eat me good, you bisexual slut!" Cathy hissed, grinding her cunt down on Gloria's eagerly sucking mouth, one orgasm building atop another until she was cumming in every pore.
It left Cathy exhausted. Exhausted and yet trembling and tingling and feverish. She couldn't move as the smiling and gaily chattering Gloria washed them both off and dried them and powdered them.
"Cathy, that was simply delightful. I haven't been showered that nicely in weeks. Sorry, I came so hard I peed in the tub. Next time we get together, I'll give you a shower. That is, if we get together again. I might go to Florida. I'll miss you two brats if I do. But now that you know Hank and Julie, you'll have plenty of good times without little me."
"Gloria?"
"Hm?"
"Are you really bisexual? Do you really go for men as well as girls?"
"Sure. What's the difference as long as it's fun? And as long as I can get off, it's fun. But it runs in cycles. For the past month or so, I've cycled toward girls more than guys. But if I go to Florida, it'll be with a guy. He's a Marine sergeant. Very macho, you know? And his cock is almost as big as Hank's."
"Do you think Betty Jo is okay?"
"Let's go see."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Betty Jo was doing just fine. Any shrinking away from the joys to be known on the end of a hard-driving cock had completely vanished, for Hank was fucking her hard and she clearly loved it.
She was foursquare on her hands and knees, rocking under the long, sliding thrusts of his lovely big cock, heavy tits swinging wildly.
"I love it! Oh, I love it!" she squealed, as his long, thick, gleaming wet cock plunged again and again through the clasping lips of her cunt and into her belly.
He backed it all the way out and introduced it into her ass-hole. It had been there before, for as he slid it in, she cried, "Oh, yes! Up deep in my bung-hole! Oh, what a wonderful cock!"
Julie was watching, enjoying it all, and cumming. She had the paddle in hand now and was using it on herself with clumsy vigor. She was propped up against a big cushion on the floor. Her long lovely legs were raised high in the air, she was rubbing her cunt with one hand and paddling herself with the other, while her beautiful face twisted with agonized orgasms and her big lovely tits flopped and danced on her chest.
"In my pussy! Make me cum again there!" Betty Jo howled.
Hank obliged her. His cock, drooling with ivory white jism, plunged deep in her cunt to make her back arch up like a cat's, her pudgy body quivered and shook, and her baby-doll features twisted into a grimace all too reminiscent of Gloria's countenance at the peak of the golden shower.
Jism and cunt juice drooled and gleamed down her inner thighs. Her stiff-nippled tits swung like over-ripe grapefruit. Hank's gnarled hands dug into her globular ass-cheeks, injecting her with the peak of his heavy ejaculations as they continued to burst and flow from his heavily drooping and swinging balls. He drove her down onto the floor with his last upheavals. His wife urged him on with more violent spankings of her ass. Betty Jo was flat on the floor under him with her tits extruding out from under her outflung arms when he finally sighed and ground his hips for a final time.
"Suck him off now," said Gloria, as she crouched at Betty Jo's side. "While he's still got it up and hard."
Betty Jo, though weary, was smiling and eager to do so. While she licked him clean, he beckoned Cathy closer, and said, "Dear, I'm so sorry I neglected you this afternoon. I'll make up for it next time. I hope our dear friend Gloria brings you over again soon. If not, I'll send my chauffeur for you and your charming friend. And I promise you, next time you won't have to put up with my lovely but very spoiled wife."
"Darned right she won't," said Julie. She got up, went over to Betty Jo, and gave her a swat on her bottom. "Next time I want a piece of this fat one."
On the way home, Betty Jo kept giggling and chatterboxing. "What a wild couple! Wasn't it fun? Did you have a good time, Gloria? I'd like to go back again tomorrow, but I think my pussy'll be too sore. What a big one he had! And did he ever know how to use it! And wasn't Julie neat? I wish I was as pretty as she is. What if all five of us got into bed together, with a whole bunch of marijuana! Gloria, do you know any other couples like that? Crazy wild! I love it!"
In front of Cathy's house, Gloria reached in her glove box and produced yet another joint of marijuana. She put it in Betty Jo's hand. "Listen," she said, "I've just about made up my mind to split for Florida for a while. Would you like to come along for a week or two? Who knows?
Maybe forever. It'd be fun. Lots of guys, lots of lonely wives, lots of fun. You're both invited."
"When are you leaving?" Betty Jo excitedly said. "Will there be sex parties there?"
"You name it, you got it," said Gloria. "Will you come?"
"I can't speak for Cathy," Gloria said, "and I couldn't leave right away. At least not for a couple of days." She giggled and wriggled. "After that, I've been invited to another sex party here. But leave me an address and a phone number. I've got some money in my savings account. I could take a bus."
Gloria scribbled the information on a scrap of paper and pressed it in Betty Jo's hand. She glanced about and said, "I'm dying to kiss you two brats goodbye, but one of your neighbor kids is there looking. I'll kiss you in all of my dreams. And each time you take a toke on that joint I just gave you, pretend you're kissing my horny old clit. See you in Florida, brats. Sunny Florida, Cathy, where the golden sun showers down on us every day."
Inside the house, Betty Jo said, "What was that crack she made about golden showers?"
"I have no idea," said Cathy, stammering only slightly. "Matter of fact, I didn't hear it."
Betty Jo sniffed at the joint and tossed it in the garbage disposal. "Weird people," she said. "Really weird. I sure do hope Gloria leaves, like she said. She always smells like stale perfume, and she's got the craziest ideas about sex and things. Talk about crazy, what about that Julie? She actually-likes to get spanked! How could a nice old gentleman like Hank every marry her? I guess it's the contrast. He's so gentle, and she's so violent. He's so old and soft-except for his cock-and she's so young and firm. Do you think that could be it, Cathy? Do you think softness attracts hardness, and vice versa?"
"That could be," Cathy thoughtfully said, thinking back to the softness of Gloria's tits, then thinking on to the hardness that still existed in Gary's shorts when he'd strolled out of her yard that morning with his question unanswered.
Betty Jo giggled and said, "But Hank's cock was sure hard. Wow! Too bad he's so old and so crazy. And he's got to be crazy to be married to her."
"Are you going to see him again?"
Betty Jo shook her head, quickly. "I thought I might call up Pete and say I was sorry for running away when he came over here. Do you still have his telephone number?"
Before Cathy could get it, the telephone rang. It was her father. He said they'd be home in just a few days and he asked if everything was going well there.
"Everything's fine now," Cathy reported. "What do you mean-now!" he asked. "Hasn't everything been fine all along?"
"Yes, but I've fibbed to you, Daddy. You made me promise not to have any boys over here, but I broke that promise. Gary came over," she said.
"Oh, Gary's all right. He's a fine boy."
"He asked me to be his summertime girl friend. Could I?"
Cathy's father laughed and said, "That's up to you. Why don't you have him over tonight for some popcorn and television and talk it all over with him some more. And if Betty Jo has a friend she wants to ask over, that's fine, too. Her mother, I'm sure, wouldn't mind."
"Thanks, Daddy," said Cathy. "And we'll be good girls."
Cathy hung up the phone and went into her bathroom and bathed long and well. The warm, sudsy water didn't quite wash away the residual tinglings she'd known during that afternoon. Thoughts of Gary, however, did. As she dried herself off, as she dressed in a chaste pink summertime dress, she felt sparkling clean and eager to ask Gary to join Betty Jo and her date, and herself, for some hot buttered popcorn and summertime television.