Ray could tell that she was becoming much more aroused. The steady flow of richly flavored oil from her cunt had increased, as well as becoming noticeably stronger in taste, and her hips quivered more powerfully as his tongue traced its exciting path over the dark, wet flesh. He accordingly slacked off in his efforts and began working his lips and tongue over less sensitive parts of her pussy. After a moment or two, he lifted her thighs slightly; she caught the hint and brought her heels up to the bed and rested them on the frame. This shift elevated her pussy somewhat and brought her anus more openly into view.
CHAPTER ONE
Betty Anson huddled herself back against her seat in the big bus which hurtled across the northern Rhode Island landscape. A ray of the late afternoon sun cut across the aisle of the bus, lighting up a young couple who had boarded the bus at its last stop and had taken the pair of seats directly opposite Betty's. They looked to be about twenty, she judged, or some five years older than herself, and they had made no effort to hide their fondness for each other. They were an attractive pair, as she had noticed when they had come down the aisle: the young man was slim, dark and lightly bearded, while the girl seemed filled with gaiety and a joy at living that was infectious. No sooner had they sat down than they fell into a tight embrace, entirely oblivious to the few other people sitting in the rear portion of the bus. Betty, watching out of the corner of her eye, saw his hand slip under her jacket and cup one of her nicely shaped breasts. She writhed against him, twisting her shoulders to grind her breast into his palm more firmly, and forced her lips against his.
Betty felt a blinding dart of pure sexual agony shoot through her body when she saw the carefree, animated way in which the young couple fell on one another. Just before the bus had stopped, she had been half-dozing, half-dreaming about Teddy Washington, her customary date back in Milburn Corners. A lusty, well-built youth of seventeen, he had introduced her to several new varieties of sexual pleasure during the previous winter and spring. Betty had been a virgin until their third date, when Teddy had stretched his muscular body over hers and had introduced his throbbing, iron-stiff cock into the tight, love-slick rim of her cunt. One slow, gloriously delicious thrust had been enough to rip the tender hymeneal tissue apart and a few seconds later she had felt her womb bursting apart with a rush of erotically ardent sensation which had taken possession of her with an all-pervading totality. Teddy had come shortly after that initial spasm of lustful delight had swept through her loins. The pulsating, spurting flood of steaming come had sparked her into a new flurry of frantic fucking, and she had been lucky enough to bring herself to a second climax just as his prick had spat out the last droplets of stinging hot come. Teddy had made as if to withdraw after the second storm of sexual frenzy had passed through her loins, but she had stopped that by clamping her heels behind his buttocks and locking her hands together in the. small of his back. "No, you're not about to get that thing out of me," she had said, "not till I've had a lot more of it!" She had kept his prick in her cunt and had not released him until she had churned her way to several further climaxes and he had again anointed her inner flesh with another helping of that frantically pleasing cream which his balls produced in seemingly endless quantities. That first experience had convinced Betty that her earlier investigations into sexuality -- investigations which she had conducted by herself in the privacy of her bath or bedroom -- had only uncovered the tip of what looked to be a very promising iceberg of delight.
She could see that the girl opposite her had arrived at a very similar conclusion. The bus had hardly pulled away from the stop when the girl's hand dropped down to her boyfriend's lap; Betty could see that she was massaging the young man's cock through his jeans and that her attentions were having a very predictable effect. When the young man turned slightly to ease the pressure on his lustfully congested loins, Betty saw that a formidable bulge had developed in the front of his jeans, one large enough to suggest that he was very well hung indeed.
Wow, look what a bone he's raised up there! she thought to herself. I'll bet that thing's a whopper, a real big one! God, Teddy never looked that big! I wonder what she's going to do now? Surely they wouldn't get it on, not right here on ,the bus. Well, there's not anybody sitting anywhere close; except for me, so maybe they would, I don't know. Mmmmmm, I'm already missing Teddy so much! I just wonder how on earth I'm going to last the next month, until he comes down to visit! Can I go that long without getting my quota of that hard meat?
She had dated Teddy almost every day during the last three months and very few of those dates had ended without his getting his massive, lusty prick rammed deep into her tingling pussy. They had had to abstain on a few occasions, out of deference to her menstrual periods, but on those occasions she had devoted herself to fist-fucking him, a tactic which she found to be almost as pleasing as a regular fuck. To be sure, she did not get the incomparable pleasure of feeling his stiff prong slice deep into her marvelously sensitive cunt, but on the other hand, she could watch as this thick, burly cock heaved out its charge of pearly, viscous sperm and emptied itself over his body and hers. Teddy had suggested to her on a few occasions the possibility of her sucking him off but she had resisted, not quite being able to handle the thought of taking his seminal charge directly into her mouth and swallowing his load. She knew that he would have been overjoyed had she done so, and she had berated herself at times for her timidity, but she had not yet been able to overcome her repugnance and complete the act. In fact, it had been only three weeks ago that she had, for the first time, allowed him to touch her pussy with his lips; at first she had resisted the suggestion sturdily, fearing that the wet, slippery nature of her easily amused slit would turn him off or that its decided scent would displease him. He had persisted, though, and had gradually worn down her resistance until she had finally allowed him to devour the succulent, moist fold of flesh lying at the apex of her thighs. The sensations of joy which his probing, caressing tongue had brought were so extreme, so quick and unexpectedly violent, that she had been 'unable to force his head away after a momentary nibble -- as she had originally planned to do -- and instead had surrendered to the crashing waves of orgasmic delight.
Suddenly the girl in the seat across the aisle pulled her mouth away from her lover's and bent down, lowering her head into his lap. She rested her lips on the big, easily discernible bulge of stiffened cock-flesh and then blew down upon it; Betty's quick eye caught the billowing of her cheeks as she sucked in a big breath of air before exhaling through her mouth. Betty almost cried out with delight when she saw that: she knew that the girl's warm breath would filter through the tightly stretched denim and infuse the man's prick with a new kind of heat. Teddy had used the same trick often enough on her, warming her nipples by breathing through her blouse or sweater. The daring, brazen effrontery which the girl displayed in further arousing her friend made Betty's highly suggestible nature flame up anew with passion.
The young man now twisted about further in his seat and leaned back so that the girl could open the front of his jeans. She did so with quick, experienced fingers, running her hand into the opening after she had unzipped the fly. Betty felt her pussy throbbing harder than ever; the young man had no underwear on and she caught a glimpse of his dark, curling pubic hair as well as a trace of his hard, flat belly. The girl kept her hand in his trousers for another moment or two, content with resting her hand upon the naked, stiff rod, but then she began pulling it from his opened jeans. Betty sucked in a breath of air, gasping with astonishment, but could not direct her gaze away from the couple.
The young man's prick emerged in all its proud, masculine glory. Fully erect and throbbing with lusty excitement, it reared up for what Betty thought was an incredible length; the big shaft looked to be far larger than Teddy's, both in length and in girth. The girl tilted it straight up and began peeling back the uncircumcised foreskin. The broad, purple head came into plain view, seeming almost to radiate raw sensuality; it swelled out until it looked almost as large as a turnip, and very nearly the same color. Betty had not seen many pricks before, and only one in great detail, but she could easily see that this was a truly remarkable specimen of male sexuality. Her young heart beat with frantic urgency as she watched the girl manipulate the loose foreskin, working it back and forth over the broad, arrow-shaped head. Betty shuddered with emotion as she watched.
She had handled Teddy's cock often enough, and had watched him demonstrate the best ways of stroking the perpetually hot organ, to know that the girl's actions would be excruciatingly delicious to the object of that attention. Teddy had told her that the point of jacking off was to simulate the exact same action which her cunt would be employing, were it clamped around the thick, quivering shaft, and it appeared that the girl across the aisle was employing the same philosophy. She continued to work the foreskin back and forth, alternately pushing it over the head of that lavishly proportioned cock and then stripping it back, and Betty knew that he would not be able to tolerate that tender, highly arousing treatment for very long.
Suddenly the girl bent down again and popped her mouth over the head and a goodly portion of the thick rod! Betty almost cried out with agonized pleasure when she saw that; the girl had attacked his prick with a hunger and desire which could not be mistaken. She fellated her friend for only a moment, quickly pulling back, but when her mouth left his prick the rigid shaft glistened brightly with saliva. As she lifted her head away from the broad purple head, the girl's eyes raised and met Betty's for a moment. Betty looked away, ashamed at having been caught in the act of spying on the couple's intimacies, but before she did she saw that the girl smiled broadly at her.
Betty found herself being overwhelmed by a passion which gripped her entire body, but especially the supersensitive area between her thighs, with an all-consuming hunger. She could feel her clitoris throbbing heartily; the highly aroused little organ gave off frantic vibrations of lusty desire as it ached and pulsated with every beat of her heart. Her nipples had grown into rock-hard lumps of flesh, amazingly tender and charged with feeling so that she was acutely aware of their pressure against her tee-shirt. She tried for a moment to fight down the waves of sexual desire which radiated outward from her tumultuous womb, but could not; the abandoned display of sexuality opposite her had infected her entire body with a ravenous hunger that would not abate.
Knowing that she had only one recourse, Betty managed to pull herself upright and move out into the aisle. She tried not to look at the couple but couldn't help it. Her quick glance showed that the girl was again masturbating her friend, running her fingers up and down the broad, thick shaft of that magnificent cock and working the foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. Betty stumbled ahead and ducked into the tiny toilet, locking the door behind her with trembling fingers. She hurried to lift her denim skirt and quickly peeled off her panties, leaning up against the door as she did so. As she had expected, the crotch of her panties was sodden, soaked almost completely through with her pussy's rich flow of sexual oils. She thrust the dainty garment into her shoulder bag and again lifted her skirt high.
The tiny mirror directly in front of her was just large enough, and properly placed, for her to catch a glimpse of her lower belly. She saw a trim expanse of firm flesh, curving downward smoothly to meet a rising apex of dark, curling fur. When she spread her feet as far apart as the tiny compartment would permit, a hint of crimson, glistening flesh showed through the dark V of pubic hair. Betty hesitantly brought her right hand down to that sensual triangle of fur and lightly caressed it, quivering with excitement as she did so. Her arousal had reached such a peak that even the hair around her pussy was alive with feeling, or so it seemed to her. She ruffled her fur lightly, shivering as the contact brought added electricity shooting through her body, and then extended her index finger to touch the livid, moistly anointed slit running down from the base of her belly. Had the circumstances been different, had she had more time and a more convenient setting in which to pursue her favorite hobby, she would have prolonged the period of arousal in order to ensure that the final explosion of erotic joy would be as brutally overwhelming as possible. She had long ago discovered that teasing herself into an aroused condition and keeping her body in that semi-delirious state of sexual anticipation for long periods of time had the effect of making her nervous system much more active, so that her climax -- when it finally arrived -- would be devastating in the extreme.
Given. the present conditions in which she found herself, a prolonged period of excitement was not advisable, even had she been able to stave off the intense eagerness to complete the act and relieve herself of the terrible pressures which had built up inside her youthful pussy. She knew that she would have to act quickly and give herself the escape for which her entire body was clamoring. That would not be difficult; seeing the girl in action had created tempestuous emotions deep inside her loins and she knew that her quick reactions would ensure a speedy climax. The first touch of her finger against the moist, hot lips of her pussy sent shudders of anticipation rushing through her body.
Watching herself in the tiny mirror, Betty worked the tip of her right index finger against the lips of her pussy for a moment. She touched herself very lightly, though even that delicate pressure sufficed to make her flesh quake with eager desire, and then gradually worked the fingertip between the ripely moistened petals and sought out the rigid, quivering shaft of her clitoris. The center of her sexuality ached and throbbed mightily as her finger came closer; her excitement had caused it to swell and grow until it was at least as large as a pencil eraser, and decidedly harder. Sucking in a deep breath, she touched her clitoris directly.
"Unngghhhh!" she groaned, shaking terribly as the contact sent spasms of pure, frantically delicious lust racing outward from the point of origin. "Omigod, I've never... ahhhhhh! Oooooooh! Mmmmmmmmm!"
She clenched her teeth and tried to suppress the reflexive grunts of agonized joy which welled up inside her throat. She rubbed her finger against her clitoris for a moment longer, caressing the wildly sensitive little lump of gristle with a slow, soft motion, and then moved her finger down the juicy slit. The tip of her finger slid easily into the taut, youthful mouth of her cunt, which was dripping steadily; she moved the finger around in a circular path, so as to stimulate every nerve ending placed around that superbly tender opening. She did not attempt to penetrate herself farther, knowing that she would be able to experience unbelievable transports of lustful pleasure simply by properly caressing the outer portions of her highly aroused flesh, and her long hours of practice paid off. Even as the tip of her finger slipped into the taut, tingling rim of her cunt and began its clockwise tour of that tight little area, she could feel her womb pulsing with convulsive, spasmodic contractions. Each heaving throb sent powerful shock waves of animal-pleasure spreading through every inch of her lithe, supple body and she continued finger-fucking herself until she had exhausted the last vestige of feeling within her loins.
Betty stood upright for a moment longer, resting against the door of the little room. She sucked in several deep breaths and regained a bit of her composure. Then, going over to the miniature wash basin, she wet a paper towel under the cold water faucet and touched it to her face. Its cooling touch further soothed her jangled nerves and relieved some of the bright flush she could see on her cheeks. She wet another towel and, lifting her skirt again, touched it to her pussy. Even though the water was barely cool, it seemed icy when she held the damp towel against the feverishly inflamed lips of the passionately heated slit. A shock of violent sensation ran through her body and another followed as she continued to press the damp towel against her flesh. Gradually the electrifying shock wore off, but the towel had done its work; she felt much less aroused, thanks to both the violent climax and the effect of the cool, damp paper. She lowered her skirt, patted her hair back into place and left the toilet.
No sooner had Betty settled herself into her seat than the girl opposite her rose and stepped out into the aisle. Betty had noticed that the young man's. fly was still open and that his cock was as large as ever; he had made no attempt whatever at hiding his nakedness when she had approached. The girl slipped into the aisle seat beside Betty and leaned toward her in a friendly fashion.
"Did you have a good one?" she whispered.
"D -- did I... uh, what?" Betty hissed, startled by the question as well as by the girl's presence. "I... I don't know what you mean!"
"Sure you do," the girl persisted. "When somebody goes off to the can looking the way you did, and comes back looking the way you do now, then you just know that she gave herself a little hand job! And especially when her panties are sticking halfway out of her bag!"
Betty turned a brilliant shade of crimson. Looking down at her bag, she saw that her panties were indeed easily visible; in her haste to get herself into a climactic frenzy she had evidently stuffed them only part way into her bag. She felt a sinking sensation, as though her chair had suddenly dropped from beneath her and she was falling to the floor.
"Hey, I didn't mean to embarrass you," the girl said, seeing Betty's discomfiture. "I mean, it's not like you did anything bad or something like that! Geez, I give myself hand jobs all the time! I could see you were picking up on the way I was eating Alec, though, and I thought I might could get you a little tighter inside. You know, so you could get off better! Hell, don't feel so bad about it; after I suck him for a while, I'm going to sit back there and give myself a good finger-fucking, you can bet on that! Hey, why don't you help out a little? That back seat back there, there isn't anybody there and it runs the whole width of the bus. Alec and I could get in one corner and you in the other and then I could go down on him really good and... yeah, you could hike that skirt up and diddle yourself again! Mmmm, that'd really make him pop his nuts, being able to watch you playing with your pussy while I go down on him! God, he's already so fucking hot he's about to cream, and if you were to help a little he'd really get his nuts off! Wow, I bet he'd shoot out a stream of come that'd choke a horse, almost! C'mon, whaddya say, huh? Be a sport? Help a little?"
Betty found herself being overwhelmed by the girl's earthy enthusiasm. She had never even imagined herself in such a situation, naturally, but she could feel her heart stirring mightily as she considered the proposition, which had at first seemed so alien. Despite her orgasm of only a few moments ago, she felt her clitoris harden again and begin to swell, becoming highly sensitive as it did so.
What the hell, she thought to herself, they don't know me, never saw me before and they'll never see me again. Why not? You'd love to do it, you know you would! Sure, he'd probably get hornier than ever if you were to lift up your skirt and let him see you feeling your pussy; wasn't Teddy always going on about how big a high that gave him? You know it! And we'd be all by ourselves back there, nobody'd be able to see us at all and... ohhh, shit, I'll do it!
"Hey, that's just great!" the girl said, grinning broadly when Betty had announced her decision. "Oh, boy, Alec's going to shoot so much come, I'll just drown in the stuff, I know I will It'll be wild, honey, just wild. Oh, by the way, I'm Charlotte. And that's Alec."
"I... I'm Betty. I... er, I hope that it'll be good for you. Are you really going to do it to him like that? With your mouth, I mean?"
"Oh, what have we got here?" Charlotte asked, leaning back to cock a quizzical look at Betty. "You've never done that to a guy? Really sucked him off, taken his load right down your throat? You'd better believe that's what I'm going to do, Betty; I'm gonna suck that big cock of his till he shoots his nuts off and then I'm going to swallow every drop of his load, or as much of it as I can take!"
CHAPTER TWO
Betty felt another and stronger shudder of fleshy anticipation run over her skin when she heard Charlotte's ecstatic promise to suck Alec until she had taken every drop of his sperm and swallowed it, or as much of his effusion as she could manage to take. Betty had visualized herself doing just that often enough, following Teddy's repeated urgings, but she had never quite managed to overcome her fastidious reluctance. To be sure, the mere thought of having Teddy's stiff, hot cock in her mouth was an intensely exciting thought, but the added possibility of tasting his come and swallowing it was too much for her. She had not even been sure that women ever did so, in fact, and Charlotte's animated statement of her intentions affected the girl in a powerful, direct manner.
"You and I can go back there and sit for a minute or two," Charlotte said. "Alec'll come back a little later. You know, just in case anybody's watching; this way it won't look so much like we're all getting together for a gang bang!"
Betty agreed and followed the girl back to the long seat at the rear of the bus. Betty looked down at Alec when she moved out into the aisle; his prick, hard and big with lustful excitement, still reared up from his opened jeans grid exerted a powerfully erotic effect on her. He looked into her eyes and smiled warmly, provoking another flurry of erotically arousing sensations to erupt deep inside her loins; once she had looked directly at him she saw that he was even more attractive than she had imagined. Charlotte was very fortunate, she thought, to have a man like that, especially one so well equipped in the sexual department.
"I really think it's a blast, playing sex games in places like this," Charlotte muttered after they had settled themselves onto the bench. "Hell, when I was only twelve or thirteen, even, I used to go to the movies and just finger-fuck myself silly, watching all those guys on the screen. It really gave me a blast, sitting there in the theater with my hand up under my dress, or down inside my jeans, feeling it up good and knowing that there were just hundreds of people all around. Alec and I, we've made it in all sorts of weird places, too. Once we were riding down an elevator -- you know, one of those glass-fronted jobbies that goes down the outside of the building? -- and I sucked on his cock all the way from the fortieth floor right down to the ground! He didn't come, but I was sure giving him some first-class head! There wasn't anybody else in the elevator, naturally, but he said some people on the terraces outside the building could look in and see me sucking him. Wow, he said some of them almost fell off, they were looking so hard!"
Betty had to laugh at that account of public sex, bizarre though it was. She had never dared anything that extreme, though she had often amused herself with a similar fantasy. In that make-believe episode, she and Teddy were in the rear of a van whose walls were made of one-way glass, enabling them to look out and watch the passersby and remain hidden all the while. She loved seeing herself engaged in the most licentious forms of sexual play with him in that van, usually imagining that it was parked at an extremely busy intersection. She felt bold enough to describe her fantasy to Charlotte and found that the girl nodded enthusiastically, as though it were something she would like trying.
"Yeah, I could get off on that real easy," Charlotte admitted. "Who knows, maybe someday it'll work out. I hope so, anyway. God, you're good looking, you know? Alec'd like to fuck you, you know that? Mmmm, I wish we had more room; I think it'd be just so fucking great if he were to fuck you really good and then let me suck his cock right after he'd pulled it out of your pussy! Mmmmm, that would be some fine eating indeed."
Before Betty could reply to that scandalous suggestion, Alec moved back to join them. He moved into the far corner and turned so that he was leaning partly against the wall of the bus. He had buttoned up the front of his jeans and had stuffed his cock inside them while making the transition and he now unfastened the top button. Since he had not bothered to fasten the zipper, they easily fell apart and his long, thick cock again sprang into view. Betty's eyes widened when she again saw the dimensions of that hunk of meat: the tool was utterly gorgeous, she thought, and she could easily see how Charlotte might be eager to pay it oral homage. His balls were in proportion, too, and she could readily see that they would be capable of harboring a truly immense load of hot, salty sperm.
"I'll move over there and jack him off till he's almost ready," Charlotte whispered. "Why don't you turn around a little, facing him, and open up so he can look right straight at that pussy of yours? If it's as handsome as the rest of you, it won't take him long before he's ready to pop his nuts and give it all to me!"
"Uh, you think I ought to diddle myself a little?" Betty asked. "Would that make it better for him, do you think, seeing me stroke it up?"
"Sure it would!" Charlotte replied. "Go to it, Betty, give yourself a real good one! Come if you can, if you want to; it'll just make his balls squirt out that much more cream! And it'll give me just that much more to swallow! Mmmm, I love to take that stuff, it's so fucking sexy, so yummy! God, I wish he could shoot come forever when I really start grooving on him!"
Betty found the girl's words encouraging. She had become caught up in the erotic atmosphere which Alec and Charlotte exuded and now found it much easier to comply with the latter's suggestions. Charlotte went back to Alec and perched beside him on the edge of the seat, reaching down to wrap the fingers of her right hand around his prick. She began masturbating him with a slow, highly sensual motion, keeping her eyes focused tightly on Betty. Alec was watching her too and the girl now settled back against the wall of the bus. She brought her right leg, the one nearest the back of the bus, up against the upright portion of the seat and pulled her denim skirt up high enough so that it would not obstruct their view. She brought her left knee up high as well and tilted it toward the seat in front of her, thus opening her thighs completely.
Betty knew at once that both Alec and Charlotte found her pussy attractive; she could tell that by the way they inhaled sharply and held their breath, their eyes sharpening and growing brighter. She had examined herself with the aid of a mirror far too many times not to know exactly what they were seeing. Betty's pussy had a peculiar quality, one which -- so Teddy had insisted, drawing on his admittedly limited experience -- no other pussy had: when she became highly aroused, her entire pubic area flushed darkly, and the vulva, or the outer lips, became a deep, fiery shade of purple. She knew that that outer fold of flesh would now be exactly that hue. Since very little of the hair on her pubis extended down to the strategic fold of sensual flesh, it would be clearly visible to them. She reached down with both hands, using her index fingers gingerly, and slowly pulled the outer lips apart. They spread themselves reluctantly but yielded to the insistent pressure, opening to reveal the inner lips.
These were sure to be large and swollen, due to her feverish arousal, and would bear a thick, juicy coating of those hot, lust-reeking oils which her cunt produced in such prodigious quantities whenever she became aroused. They would be flushed a deep, brilliant shade of pink, she knew, and they would be incredibly sensitive to the touch. If she were to pry them completely apart and spread them wide, her clitoris would rise up into prominent view, a tiny little spike filled with the most marvelous tenderness imaginable and demanding close attention.
Having Alec and Charlotte watch as she gradually exposed more and more of her pussy's secrets proved to be enormously exhilarating. Betty quickly discovered that the deep interest she read on their faces, the intense gaze of their eyes, contributed unbelievably to her overall excitement. Certainly they did not find her youthful slit to be offensive or repulsive, she could see, and their avid delight in watching her inspired her into further acts of sexual play. She rubbed the tip of one finger over the inner lips, barely brushing them, and felt a quick, knifelike spasm, of erotic electricity spurt outward from the point of contact. She pulled the lips farther apart, stretching them wide, and then touched the meaty shaft rising up from their apex. Her body quivered and jerked restlessly under the darting convulsion of lust which that touch brought; she sighed softly and wiggled her rump back and forth across the seat.
Charlotte continued to work her fist up and down the broad shaft of Alec's cock, though she was now masturbating him with much less intensity; more of her attention was directed toward watching Betty's fingers glide back and forth over her highly aroused pussy. Alec had brought up his right hand, sliding it under her tee shirt, and was rubbing his knuckles over her right nipple, but his attention was also directed primarily toward the girl he was facing. The head of his cock now glowed with animal heat, having turned a deep shade of purple that was almost as fiery as the outer lips of Betty's slit, and the shaft had darkened too, turning to pink in place of its former delicate ivory hue.
Betty could see that she was in danger of masturbating herself into yet another climax, and doing so within a very short time, unless something changed drastically. She wanted the convulsive release of a good come, but more than that she wanted to see Charlotte bending over Alec, taking his cock into her mouth and receiving the full load of sperm which lay trapped inside his balls. She wanted to watch him come, to savor to the fullest extent the moment when his big prick would begin throbbing and spurting out those powerful jets of love-cream. Most of all, she wanted to see if Charlotte really swallow the entire load, as she had promised. She therefore pulled her finger away from her pussy and contented herself with caressing her thighs, even though her entire lower torso was crying out for sexual release.
Suddenly Alec stiffened. His eyes blazed with a new, even more intense light and Betty sensed that he was nearing the point of no return. Charlotte detected the change too; she smiled tenderly and began fist fucking him more ardently. After a moment she peeled the loose skin far back, exposing the entire head -- it now resembled a huge, obscenely fleshy mushroom sitting atop an impossibly large stalk -- and then she bent down to engulf it with her lips. She moved her hand down to the base of his prick, so that she could keep the loose skin pulled back tautly and at the same time titillate his balls with her fingers.
Alec braced himself more firmly and began working his hips up and down. He matched his movements to Charlotte's slow, highly sensual head motions, so that he was, in a very real and highly obvious sense, actually fucking her mouth. Even Betty could see the similarity; for a moment it seemed to her as though Charlotte might actually have grown a second pussy, one located directly between her nose and chin. She had her head pressed back against his belly, so that Betty could see the thick length of love-muscle pistoning back and forth in her mouth; the sight proved to be even more arousing than she would have imagined.
Ever since she had first felt Teddy's big prick slicing into her virginal pussy, spreading the lips apart and then dilating ,the rim of her cunt in order to slide deeper into that fragrant, moistly prepared tunnel that possessed such an extreme degree of sensitivity, she had been fascinated by the possibility of watching the exhilarating process. Ordinarily she preferred masturbating with the aid of a mirror, since she had found that seeing her fingers working over her lividly flushed pussy intensified the sensations she experienced, and she felt certain that being able to see a big, lustily aroused prick working back and forth inside her pussy would make fucking infinitely more delicious. She had never been able to manage the feat with Teddy, however; their fucking had necessarily been restricted to dark corners of his or her parents' living rooms, or to his car, where refinements of the sort she wanted were hardly feasible.
Well, if I couldn't watch myself being tucked, she thought as she concentrated on the way Alec's cock worked back and forth in Charlotte's utterly willing mouth, then I guess I'll have to be content with watching him fuck her in the mouth! Mmmm, what a sexy sight! God, it's a good thing she didn't ask me to suck him off; the way I feel right now I just know I wouldn't be able to do a thing if he came over here and wanted to shove that big thing in my mouth! Oh, wow, what a weird idea! Here I'd never do it to Teddy, but right now, if he wanted me to and Charlotte backed off, I just know I'd suck that big cock of his until he'd shot his come all over my face! And I'd swallow it, too, I'd swallow every drop of that stuff, even if it made me as sick as a dog! Oooooh, look at him now: he's really fucking hard, he's ramming it in like he's about to let go with everything he's got! My God, how can she take that much? He must be shoving it right down her throat, there can't be any more room in her mouth for that big thing! Oh, sweet fucking shit, she's taken almost all of it! How does she do it? Look at him, there can't be more than an inch or two of his cock outside her mouth; her lips are almost right down in the hair. Mmmmmm, look at him squirm! Yeah, he's feeling it now, he's getting ready to let it go, he's almost ready to shoot his nuts off and put his load right in her mouth!
Betty's youthful innocence had led her to suppose that "cocksucking" involved nothing more than kissing a fellow's prick, or perhaps allowing him to thrust only the head of his tool into a girl's mouth. Charlotte's abandoned example opened up new worlds of sensual enrichment for her and she could now see that a girl might very well be fucked, literally, in the mouth. Betty watched with astonishment as he fucked his massive rod back and forth, gaining in intensity all the while. She felt sure that Alec's cock was at least as long as Teddy's=which she knew to be just a fraction. over seven inches in length, having measured it with loving exactness one passionate evening -- and it was obviously thicker. She could not imagine how Charlotte managed to get so large an organ into her mouth to such an extent, though her reason told her that the head of the tool had to be lodged far down her throat. Whatever the explanation, she could not deny that Charlotte was carrying off a stupendous feat and doing it with far more elan than she would ever have thought possible.
I'm going to learn how to do that, Betty told herself. Ohhh, won't Teddy be surprised when I see him next and show him how much I've learned! Yes, I'll do it to him, I swear I will I'm going to learn how you can get so much of a fellow's cock in your mouth and I'm going to show Teddy that I'm not chicken. I'll take every inch of his prick and... yes, I'll swallow his come, too, I swear, I will! Mmmmm, I wonder if I could get his balls in my mouth too? God, what a trip that would be, having all that big cock of his jammed into my mouth and his balls too, so that I could feel them start to jiggle and heave when he gets to the top and he can't hold it back any longer! Yeah, that's going to wake him up!
Betty did not give a thought to the question of how she was going to learn the art of "deep throating" before she saw Teddy next. He had promised to drive down to Cape Cod for the July Fourth weekend for a visit, which would be a little over a month away; she felt sure that somehow she would be able to fabricate an excuse to get away from her aunt and uncle, with whom she was to stay while she worked at the artist's supply shop in Hammond's Port that summer, and spend at least a day and a night with Teddy. Perhaps he would rent a motel room, she thought, in which case they would be able to fuck in bed, in a well. lighted room, a treat indeed. Had she thought more carefully about her promise to herself, she would have seen that she would almost necessarily have to have a complaisant lover on whom to practice, but in her present, highly agitated state, she was not able to think that clearly.
Alec continued to fuck his swollen, lustily distended prick into Charlotte's mouth. His gaze remained riveted on Betty's pussy, which had become even more thickly coated with her cunt's freely flowing oils, as well as becoming darker and more passionately warmed. Her entire vulva ached with a fearful strength, so much so that she could no longer restrain herself. She reached down, using her right index finger, and again began caressing the heated, darkly flushed inner lips of the throbbing slit. Her touch set off skyrockets of sensual delight within her loins and triggered an even more heated response from Alec's balls.
She was watching him closely and saw a grimace of pure agony spread over his face when the first orgasmic convulsion burst deep inside his loins. Her eyes moved down to his prick and she saw the thick, prominent vein running up the underside of the tool swell once, then again, and she knew that he was spurting his seed directly into Charlotte's mouth; she had watched Teddy's cock on a few occasions when she was masturbating him, and she knew that the big vein conveyed the sperm from his balls to the tip of his prick. Charlotte continued working her face around the axis of his cock; Betty could see her throat move and she knew that the girl was being . true to her word -- that she was indeed swallowing the seminal effusion.
Gradually, as Alec fucked his way through his orgasm, Charlotte moved her mouth up the sturdy shaft of that mighty fucking tool until finally her lips enclosed only the head. She ground her face around the blooming tip and then pulled her head away for a moment. Betty could see his cock throbbing still, though far less violently; one such heave brought another trickle of come welling out of the deep gash running across the crown of that luscious implement. Charlotte watched it for a moment and then squeezed the head between her thumb and forefinger, contracting the urethral slit and forcing the droplet of come to rise up onto the very tip of his cock. She then extended her tongue with delicate grace and licked that last bit of sperm off, scooping it up with a quick, decisive flick of her tongue. Betty now surrendered completely to her own need and thrust the tip of her right index finger into the mouth of her cunt, which had become so fiercely aroused as to be positively painful. She worked it around the rim of that awesomely excited opening, using her left index finger to stroke her clitoris at the same time, and succeeded in releasing a truly magnificent surge of erotic excitement. She fucked herself wildly for a moment and then clamped her right hand over her pussy, shuddering heavily as the spasms mounted to a peak of almost unendurable joy. She uttered a few muffled groans through her clenched teeth and barely managed to keep from crying out full strength as her cunt contracted with long, surging waves of orgasmic madness.
"See, it's really out of sight when you do it in some place like this, right?" Charlotte whispered a moment later, having left Alec's side and moved over closer to her. Betty had slumped down in the seat, bringing her feet together and moving around to face the front of the bus; her skirt lay rumpled over her thighs and a sense of almost total bliss enveloped her entire body. "God, you really had a good one, I could tell!"
Betty could do no more than nod weakly. Slowly she recovered some of her composure as Charlotte continued to talk. She learned that Charlotte and Alec were to leave the bus shortly, getting off at a small town where they would take another bus to Wood's Hole. From there, she said, they would take the ferry to Nantucket Island, where Alec had a friend who had rented a small cabin for the summer. Derek, the friend, had a girl staying with him and Charlotte made it abundantly clear that when they arrived, much later that night, she was going to fuck Alec in front of both of them.
"It sounds wild," Betty murmured. "I sure won't be getting into anything like that."
She explained where she was going and Charlotte mentioned that she and Alec might possibly visit Hammond's Port later in the summer.
"We'll look you up," she promised. "The Artist's Box, you said? That's the shop? If we get there, we'll see you. I don't know, though; this Derek has got a cock on him that's about the size of a fireplug and if he starts fucking me with it, I just might spend the rest of my life with him and Alec. Between the two of them, they'd have a pretty good chance of giving me all the cock I want and believe me, Betty, that's a lot!"
CHAPTER THREE
Betty's head was still spinning with wonder when Charlotte and Alec got off the bus a half-hour later. The rampant sexual excitement she had shared left her limp and nearly exhausted; few of her other sexual experiences had been as intense or as arousing as those moments which had just passed. Betty had often wondered about her preoccupation with sexual matters, but she now saw that her interest could not begin to compare with Charlotte's hungers. As she settled back into her seat and made herself comfortable for the next hour, she reflected back over all that she had seen, felt, and heard.
What was that she was. talking about, that guy down on Nantucket? she asked herself. Derek, wasn't that his name? Wow, it sounds like she makes it with just about everybody! And yet she didn't seem like a whore, she seemed so nice! I wonder what Alec would do, if she were to start making it with Derek? Oh, there's so much I don't understand, so much I'd like to know about! Damn, I wish they hadn't gotten oft the bus; I'd like to spend a day or two talking to her. Well, let's see: she didn't seem to mind it, that Alec was looking at me while she was jacking him off and going down on him. That's odd, isn't it? What would I do if... mmmmm, let's see now -- yeah, say Alice were there, with me and Teddy, and she... damn, I know that Teddy'd be up for watching her fingerfuck herself and letting me play with his dick, sure he would. Yeah, he'd probably get hornier than ever. That'd be the same thing, wouldn't it? But what if .. well Charlotte did say something about Alec having the hots for me too, sort of, so... God, maybe she'd think it was extra sexy if she watched him fuck me while she did it to herself!
Betty's wandering train of thought reached that conclusion and brought her upright with a decided start. What would she have done if Charlotte had suggested that Alec fuck her, or stroke her pussy himself? She tried to imagine her own reactions if she were to watch Teddy engaging in sexual play with Alice, her best friend in Milburn Corners, and the conception was so outlandish that she could not really gauge her own feelings. She knew, of course, that Alice was interested in sex; they had discussed it often enough for her to be sure of that. She knew that Alice had done her share of fucking too, that she had tried it with Bobby Waxford and Gene Harpur and had found it very good. They had exchanged tidbits of exciting information with each other during their long conversations and on more than one. occasion had become so excited by their talk that they had masturbated afterwards, though they had never openly admitted doing so.
Betty's thoughts occupied her attention fully until just before the bus pulled into Hammond's Port, the small seashore town at the foot of Cape Cod. She noticed that they were almost there and consciously directed her thoughts elsewhere. Ray Wilkensen, her mother's brother, and his wife, Greta, had agreed to let her use their guest room while she worked in the artist's supply shop that summer and she was looking forward to seeing her uncle once more. He had been married to Greta less than a year and Betty had found it exciting to contemplate meeting a genuine Dane; Greta had been born and raised in Copenhagen and had emigrated to the United States three years before. She had a daughter, Ann, by a previous marriage who was a year older than Betty, or sixteen, and Ray had assured her that she would find both Greta and Ann to be very congenial. Even more exciting, she thought, she would be living in the home of a genuine artist -- Ray was a successful sculptor and Greta had exhibited her drawings in several galleries. Betty had an interest in various art forms, though only as a viewer.
Ray, Greta, and Ann were waiting outside the bus station when she emerged from the vehicle. She ran to them, embracing her uncle first, and smiled warmly at Greta and Ann. Ray, nearing forty, looked more like a professional football player than an artist; he stood a couple of inches over six feet tall and had two hundred pounds distributed over his body, mostly in his arms, shoulders, and chest. He hugged her powerfully. Greta, a statuesque blonde, looked to be about thirty-five. She was tall, perhaps five-nine, and had a gorgeous figure; the tight jeans and tee-shirt she was wearing showed off her voluptuous curve to perfection. Betty saw at once that she had dispensed with a bra -- her nipples formed a hint of a dark circle behind the tightly stretched white tee-shirt and pushed the knit material into a highly suggestive form -- and her jeans were so snug that the crotch perfectly molded the feminine fold of flesh running between her thighs. Ann was perhaps an inch taller than her mother, equally blond, and slightly less well developed, though she was still a very attractive girl.
"You must be starved," Greta said, speaking with hardy a trace of an accent. "We've been putting off dinner. What would you say to a clam and lobster dinner?"
"Super!" Betty said.
They carried on an animated conversation during the meal, which was a very good one, and then went back to Ray's rambling seashore cottage. Betty found it an immensely attractive place, if very old-fashioned, and knew at once that she was going to enjoy her stay there. They helped her carry her luggage into the tiny little nook that served as a guest room. Ann stayed behind to help her unpack, a friendly gesture which Betty appreciated. Ann quickly proved herself to be gracious and helpful. The excitement of the trip -- and especially the wildly enervating experience with Charlotte and Alec -- began to tell upon Betty and she went to bed early.
She awoke the next morning to the smell of frying bacon. Pulling on a pair of cut-off jeans and a tee-shirt, she washed her face and combed her hair, then went to investigate. She received another hearty shock when she turned into the kitchen: Greta stood by the stove, turning the bacon, and was entirely naked!
"Good morning," the woman said. Seeing Betty's startled expression, she looked down at her naked body and chuckled. "We tend to dispense with clothing around here when the weather permits. Ray says it's because of my depraved Danish upbringing. You know, sexual freedom, openness, all that."
"It doesn't offend me," Betty said, trying hard to pull herself together. "I just wasn't expecting to find you nude, that's all. But... well, I must say that if I had a body like yours, I certainly wouldn't mind showing it off either!"
Greta nude proved to be every bit as attractive as she had been when she was wearing her tight jeans and shirt. Her full breasts rose up proudly, tapering out to sharply pointed nipples, and her belly was as firm and flat as that of a woman much younger. Her long, beautifully curved thighs swooped down to her trim knees, flared out gracefully to mold her calves, and again darted in to form her ankles. Her hips were large but firm and, when she turned to face Betty, the girl noticed that her ash-blond pubic hair almost exactly resembled a heart.
"Ray does my hair for me," Greta said, again interpreting Betty's look correctly. "Lately he's been intrigued by the heart shape, except that it doesn't really form a perfect heart; he insists that I keep the bottom part shaved clean."
Betty's ears rang when she heard the casual way in which Greta discussed such an intimate matter. Looking more closely, she saw that the short, thick hair did indeed resemble only half a heart; the bottom half of the figure was not present. She could see that the woman's vulva below the apex of the outer lips was as smooth and hairless as, say, her thigh or belly. Although the idea sounded outlandish, she saw that the overall effect was quite erotic: the thick, curly patch of artfully shaped hair called attention to her pubis, certainly, and having the outer fold of the vulva shaved clean displayed it more openly to one's view.
"Ray says that a woman shouldn't hide her assets," Greta continued. "And besides, he says that having me smooth like this is more conducive to lovemaking; no hair gets in his mouth when he starts nuzzling me. I think he's right; at least, I've found that I much prefer for a man to be cleanly shaven when I'm doing it to him. Certainly as far as his balls are concerned. Don't you agree? Or have you not given much thought to the matter?"
"I... I really haven't thought much about it," Betty admitted. "But I can see how it would help make a guy more attractive. Yeah, I think you've got a good point there."
She had to admit the validity of Greta's point of view. Although she had never formulated her feelings in precise language, she now saw that the hairy condition of Teddy's big balls had been objectionable and that the thick growth of fur over the eggs had probably led her to reject the idea of kissing and nuzzling them, as he had often suggested. She tried to imagine herself in bed with him, scraping a razor over that big, egg-laden sack, and then lying back to spread her own thighs while he trimmed away the slight growth of hair on her pussy's outer lips. That could turn into an extremely interesting session, she thought, and she decided that she might suggest it to him when he came down to the Cape for that July Fourth weekend.
Ray walked into the kitchen at that moment and Betty's heart gave a quick, surging leap of excitement when she saw that he too was naked. The most remarkable feature, apart from his athletic build, was his prick: this organ hung straight down from the nest of reddish-brown fur growing thickly around the base and it was perfectly huge. Even limp, it appeared to be almost as long and thick as Teddy's cock when it was fully engorged with lustful arousal. The big head swelled out the covering foreskin until it seemed that it would break. His balls were in exact proportion, looking to be enormous, and she saw that they were indeed perfectly hairless. She noticed that the sac itself was of a reddish hue, something she had not realized before, and she wondered if this was common to all men or not. She managed to mask most of her surprise at seeing him naked ,and felt very thankful that neither Ray nor Greta commented on the reaction she could not hide. She dared not look at his prick as much as she would have liked.
Greta went over to him and kissed him warmly. Betty saw that she deliberately rubbed her nipples into the mass of crinkly auburn hair covering his chest and that she moved her belly forward to rub it over his prick. Ray returned her kiss with obvious affection and reached down to stroke her naked rump with his right hand. Betty looked away, aware that she was intruding, and concentrated on the glass of orange juice before her.
"Don't pay any attention to us," Ray told her. "It's just that Greta's such a love, I want to cop a feel whenever I can."
"I... I can leave if you'd rather, Betty faltered.
"Heavens, no," Greta told her. "Unless you'd rather, that is. I mean, we don't want to make you uncomfortable, but... well, I guess you'd better know the truth right away, my dear. Neither Ray nor I put very much stock in hiding anything from each other -- either our bodies or our feelings. We, er, didn't exactly make this clear to your parents when we invited you down; I suppose I ought to apologize for that. We didn't intend to mislead you."
"No, not that," Ray added. "It seemed to me that you're a big girl now and you ought to make up your own mind. If you think it'll bother you, us carrying on the way we do, then you'd better think again about staying here. Not that we wouldn't love having, you, you understand. But if -- "
"No, don't worry about it," Betty told them. "I can see your point and I think you're right, I really do. It's just that . well, you know how Mom and Dad are, kind of uptight about stuff like that. I might have a little trouble getting used to your way of doing things, but rd like to try, really I would."
"Okay, that's settled," Greta said. "Ray, here's a plate for you. Betty, would you mind going and telling Ann that breakfast is ready?"
Betty agreed and left the kitchen. Ann's room was in another section of the rambling cottage, which had evidently been added on to on several occasions. Betty paused outside the girl's door, which was partly ajar, and knocked, then stepped inside. Ann's rumpled bed was empty and, looking around the narrow little room, Betty saw her standing before the open window, looking out at the sea. The girl was stark naked and had her back to Betty, who gaped incredulously. At first she could not believe her eyes but a second look confirmed what she was seeing: Ann was masturbating! She stood upright, feet spread wide apart, and was clasping both hands over her pussy, working her hips to and fro with a slow but steady rhythm.
As Betty watched, mouth open with astonishment, the girl continued to work back and forth. She could see Ann's trim, lusciously curved hips contracting and relaxing as she mounted a harder, driving pressure and then, slowly, she rose up onto the balls of her feet. A low, throaty moan of delight escaped from her throat as she worked her loins feverishly against her fingers. She thrust against her hands twice more, quivering strongly, and then gradually subsided as the orgasm hit its peak and then began melting away.
"Oh!" Ann said, turning and Blinking when she saw that she was being watched. "I didn't hear a thing!"
"Wow! Hey, I didn't mean to snoop or anything, but your mom said for me to, tell you that breakfast was ready," Betty said, rushing to get the words out; "And then when I looked in and... wow, it was such a sight, I... I just couldn't leave!"
"Hey, don't worry," Ann told her. "I know what you mean, really. I like to watch too. And I don't mind, honest. Damn, if I'd known, though, I could have gotten it on better and... oh, what the hell, it's too late now. Here, let me wash up and brush my hair; I'll only be a minute."
Betty watched as she poured a measure of water into a basin on her dresser and sponged off her face and hands. She ran a brush over her hair a few times, smoothing the blond tresses into a more comely shape, and pronounced herself ready. Betty had watched silently. She marveled at Ann's offhand way of tossing off her masturbation, which was apparently a thing of no very great moment, but even more she was taken with the sheer beauty which radiated from the girl's face and body. Ann greatly resembled her mother, being very attractive; although her breasts were not as full as Greta's, they had a youthful firmness and an impudent, upward, tilt to their nipples which was every bit as appealing in its own way. Her legs were exceptionally long and slender, though well shaped. They tapered up to a dainty patch of exquisitely blond fur which did not begin to conceal the thick-lipped slit running down from the base of her belly. Due to her recent arousal, the feminine furrow was still discolored with a lusty glow.
"I was having a sex dream when I woke up," Ann said as they left her room. "This perfectly yummy guy was jacking off for me and oh, did he ever have a cock! Lord, it just stretched out forever! When I woke up I had this incredible horny feeling and... well, you know how that is, I guess."
"Yeah, I've been there," Betty conceded, trading conspiratorial grins with the girl. "I guess I know what you're talking about!"
They were already walking into the kitchen when Betty realized that Ann had not put on a shred of clothing. Seeing Greta's voluptuously naked body reminded her that she had apparently fallen into a nest of nudists; at once she thought of Ann's nakedness and of the fact that Ray was there. No one seemed to take any notice of the girl's lack of clothing, however; she ladled out a strip of bacon and a helping of scrambled eggs, handed the plate to Betty and prepared another for herself. They sat down at the table, across from Ray and Greta, and began eating.
"I can see I'm going to have to change my clothing habits," Betty said after swallowing her first mouthful of food. "I really feel out of it."
"No, you mustn't let Is influence you," Greta told her. "You must do whatever you feel is right, my dear, and wear whatever will make you comfortable. If you choose to do without, as we do, then do so. I don't see any special advantage to nudity, not for most occasions; it's just too much trouble to find something to put on when I've just left my bed."
"Have you ever been to a nude beach?" Ann asked. "There's a section not far away that's reserved for bare bottoms. We can try it later if you'd like."
"Gee, I don't know," Betty said, startled by the suggestion. After taking a moment and thinking about it, she decided that she felt daring that morning. "But yes, I think I might like to try it. I guess I might as well jump in feet first, huh? Yeah, maybe it'd be fun. It'd sure be different from Milburn Corners!"
"I shouldn't wonder that you'll be finding that a lot of things are different from Milburn Corners," Greta told her. "There are some very sophisticated people on the Cape already and more are due to arrive later. Perhaps this will be an educational summer for you, as well as a profitable one."
"Hey, that reminds me," Betty interjected. "My job!"
"Nothing to worry about there," Ray said. "I was talking to Wayne Baxter yesterday and he said that it'd be best if you didn't come in for a couple or three days. You know, sort of get your feet on the ground here first and then check out the shop. There's no big hurry as far as he's concerned. Why don't you and Ann go on and hit the beach this morning? You might as well start working on your tan."
CHAPTER FOUR
Ann slipped into a pair of cut-off jeans, a halter top and sandals before leaving the cottage. She and Betty prepared a lunch, gathered up beach towels and books, and left. They had a quarter-mile walk and laughed off Ray's offer to drive them to the portion of the beach they wanted to visit that morning.
"There's enough traffic along this road that it's probably best to wear something," Ann explained as they trudged along. "You know, something to keep the cottontails from bothering us too much."
"Cottontails?" Betty asked.
"You know, the people who aren't into doing without clothes," Ann said. "If they take their clothes off, you'll see what I mean."
"Oh, yeah, I get it," Betty said. "I guess they would be a little noticeable, now that I think of it. You've really got a nice tan."
"Thanks. I'm not really sure whether I'll stick to the nude scene all summer or not, though. Sometimes, looking at people, I think maybe it's sexier to have a few spots of white here and there, something for contrast, you know? What do you think?"
"I don't know," Betty admitted. "I'm still not used to it, so I guess I'll have to check both ways out and see what I think."
"Hey, you've seen guys before, haven't you?" Ann asked. "Naked, I mean? Gee, you're not a virgin, are you? Wow, that'd be something!"
"No, I'm not a virgin," Betty replied, smiling at the absurdity of the thought. "It's just that... well, my boyfriend and I, we never had much of a chance to, er, get together when there was enough light to be able to see real well."
"Oh, I know what you mean. Man, it must have given you a start this morning, when you saw Ray, I mean. God, isn't he hung, though?"
"He certainly looked that way to me," Betty admitted, remembering the lethal-looking instrument which had dangled from the base of her uncle's belly. "I never saw one any bigger, at least not when it was soft."
"If we're lucky this morning, we might flash on some real studs," Ann . said. "That's the nice thing about this nude scene -- you can check every guy out. And believe me, there are some king-sized honeys around!"
"Bigger even than... than Uncle Ray?"
"Mmmm, I'm not really sure about that," Ann said, frowning thoughtfully, "but some are just about as big. Of course, you can't really tell too much about a guy when he's soft, you know. Sometimes you'll see a guy and that thing'll be hanging down almost to his knees and then you'll see him an hour or two later and it'll be shrunk up to almost nothing. There was this guy I knew last summer, Fred. You'd see him on the beach and you'd think, 'what a nothing!' But he was really sweet and I made it with him one morning; when that thing got started growing I thought it'd never stop! God, it must have swelled out till it was eight or nine inches long. And thick, too! Mmmm, about the size of my wrist, I guess, and could he ever drive! Ooooh, I still get creamy sometimes thinking about the way he could Work that thing in and out! It's like it was made out of steel, really! Talk about staying power, that guy could keep it up forever! God, I thought I was going to have blisters on my twat before he finally shot off!"
Betty listened, stunned at the casual, offhanded way in which Ann referred to her sexual exploits. She had already sensed that Ann had a much easier attitude about sexual matters than she did, not that that indicated anything special about the girl, and she could hardly imagine that another person could refer to the subject so freely. She longed to inquire further, perhaps to ask if Greta knew about her attitudes, but did not dare doing so. Upon considering the matter, she concluded that Greta probably did know a good bit about Ann's views; they seemed to be quite close and, moreover, Ann had certainly made no effort that morning to hide the fact that she had been masturbating in her bedroom.
Yeah, what if it had been Uncle Ray or Aunt Greta who'd gone to get her? Betty asked herself. She sure didn't know it would be me, that's for sure. So maybe she doesn't bother hiding it, who knows? Man, what kind of people are these? And the way she talked about Uncle Ray's cock -- you just know she's got to have been checking him out, at least with her eyes! I wonder if she's ever thought about making it with him? God, I wonder if she could! If any woman could! As big as that prick of his was, when it was soft, you just know it'd turn into a real monster, a real whopper! I wonder if Aunt Greta has any trouble taking it? Oh, she must be used to it by now, the way they carry on, you just know that they've been doing it all the time. I'll bet that cunt of hers is so big and loose you could put bottles up it!
They topped another sand dune and Betty saw the ocean stretching out in front of them. The coastline tapered down to a sandy point off to the left and a straggling line of snow fence to the right marked a dividing line in that direction. Ann explained that the area between the point and the snow fence, a stretch of about half a mile, was reserved for nude bathing. This was the area, she said, where anything went; couples who wished could engage in sex, smoke dope, drink, or carry on with something like total freedom. By being present, she said, one tacitly announced one's acceptance of such acts, though no one was required to participate in anything he or she wished to avoid or save for another place and time.
"As long as you're not actually bothering anybody else," Ann said, "just about anything goes. It'll be quiet today, probably, because there aren't really very many people up for the summer. Later, though, in July and August, you could see just about anything out here. Oh, wow, if I'd had a movie camera last summer, I could have put together a film that would have scorched everybody's eyeballs!"
"Maybe that'll be just as well," Betty observed, "so I'll be able to get accustomed gradually to all this."
Life was conducted at a much slower pace in the small western Massachusetts town where her father had his law practice, and the people there lived lives that were certainly far more circumspect than what she had seen so far here. Looking up and down the stretch of broad, sandy beach, Betty saw only a couple of people, though the undulating dunes might have concealed several more. They were too far away for her to be able to determine their sex, a fact for which she was duly grateful. Ann deposited her beach bag and towel on the seaward slope of a gentle dune and began undressing. She peeled her clothes off without a sign of hesitation and Betty followed suit, though her fingers lagged behind somewhat. When she had laid her tee-shirt aside and had stepped out of her jeans, she straightened up to find Ann looking directly at her, making no effort to hide her interest.
"Man, you are built!" she whispered. "Those boobs, they're just... mmmm, luscious! Ray was right you're really something else!"
Betty blushed becomingly and said nothing, though she wondered at her uncle's appraisal. Ann confessed that she had often wished for larger breasts, especially since her mother was so phenomenally well supplied in that area. Despite long hours of conscientious exercise, she had not been able to increase her breast size to more than a 34-B. The exercises had firmed her breasts, however, and she added that they had somehow become more sensitive as well.
"I mean, they weren't ever paralyzed or anything," she went on, grinning wickedly. "Ever since the first time a guy felt me up and started nuzzling them, I've always just loved the hell out of that. But last summer, I swear to you, I was seeing a lot of a couple of people and both of them, they could get off just by kissing me there! Did you ever hear of anything like that?"
"I don't know, I've made it a few times with my guy back home like that," Betty said. "I mean, to where I was really coming and all. Of course, he was feeling me up all over at the same time, down here, I mean, so maybe that wasn't the same thing. But whatever it is, I sure like it when he's kissing them for me."
Ann wanted to know more about "the boy back home" and Betty launched into a description of Teddy. She found it absurdly easy to be frank with Ann, whose friendly manner made confidences-simple enough, and she had no difficulty in talking about the most intimate details. Ann wanted to know about Teddy's prick, naturally, and Betty described it as best she could. She gave the girl the dimensions of the tool, admitting that she had measured it one night, and Ann made a telltale grimace which adequately indicated her approval.
"Yeah, he sounds like he might be able to do it," she said. "Mmmm, I like a big, fat one, especially when the guy is really turned on and hammering it all the way in, right before he lets go with his nuts. That's the greatest, feeling it slide in deep, just fucking your heart out!"
"You'd have lied this guy I saw on the bus coming down here," Betty said. "Talk about something that was out of sight, that was just about the end!"
Ann showed that she was very interested and Betty told her about her encounter with Alec and Charlotte, though she did not mention them by name. She gave a detailed description of how the pair had behaved, making no effort at hiding the fact that she had become highly aroused while watching them. Emboldened by Ann's attentive interest and air of friendliness, she went on to admit that she had become so fiercely aroused that she had had to go to the bus's toilet and masturbate.
"Sure, why not?" Ann asked. "God, there've been times out here when I've watched people getting it on so hot and heavy that I couldn't do a thing but go at it myself. Isn't it a blast, watching people make out? Mmmm, I don't know of anything that's more exciting than that! Except doing it yourself, naturally!"
Ann displayed the same rapt interest when Betty continued her tale. She nodded understandingly when she heard how Charlotte had suggested that Betty move to the back seat and display her pussy for Alec's further arousal; her agreement was so evident that Betty could easily imagine her making a similar request herself.
"It was the first time I'd ever seen a couple really doing anything heavy," Betty pointed out. "And when she started going down on him, well! I could hardly keep from creaming right then and there. Teddy's been after me to try doing it to him that way, you know, and so far... well, I just haven't been able to make it."
Ann shrugged disdainfully and said that at first she too had been repelled by the idea of having a fellow's prick in her mouth, at having to taste and swallow his seminal spurts. She grinned heartily, though, and added that once she had tried the tactic, she had found it so unbelievably arousing that she had quickly lost all traces of that youthful reluctance. Now, she said, she knew of little that was. better than having a virile, powerfully aroused man thrusting his cock into her mouth and deluging her throat with a spray of thick, lust-reeking sperm. The taste was peculiar, she admitted, but she added that she found it erotically arousing in the extreme and often had an involuntary climax while fellating a date.
"And that's without him doing anything at all to me," she added. "If he's licking my pussy while I'm sucking him, I can just come like a fox. Some guys, you know, they'd actually rather suck a pussy than fuck it and a lot of guys would rather you .eat them. They say they can come better if they're fucking it down your throat."
Ann's mention of being "fucked down the throat" reminded Betty of the way Charlotte had taken almost all of Alec's prick into her mouth. She described the girl's total sucking action, emphasizing the generous proportions of Alec's cock, and expressed her wonder at the feat. Ann laughed heartily and told her that the girl had undoubtedly mastered the art of "deep throating." Seeing Betty's look of incomprehension, she went on to give a brief description of the technique used to open one's mouth completely to a stiff prick; Betty listened closely but could not understand how the act could be accomplished.
"When we get back to the cottage I'll show you what I mean," Ann promised. "But right now, I've got a different idea -- all this talking about sucking and stuff, it's given me the hornies again. How about it, Betty? Want to have ourselves a little round of finger-fucking? And then we'll get in the surf and let the salt water finish cooling our pussies off!"
Betty hesitated for a moment before committing herself. She remembered what Ann had said earlier that morning, after having been surprised in the act of masturbating; she could distinctly recall the girl saying that her orgasm would have been better if she had known that she was being watched. That recollection impelled her to agree with Ann's suggestion, though normally -- until yesterday, anyway -- she would have shrunk back from giving herself sexual pleasure in the presence of another person, unless perhaps that other person might be Teddy. After she had nodded her agreement, she felt a quick, vitalizing rush of sexual feeling, one that was far stronger than she would have experienced under normal circumstances, and she wondered if perhaps she too had a heretofore undiscovered exhibitionist streak in her makeup. She could clearly see that Ann's relatively greater sexual experience and willingness to share her information was going to make her summer's stay a highly informative one.
To her pleasure, she found that Ann wanted them both to adopt masturbatory styles and positions which would enable them to watch each other with great perception. Doing so, she said, would provide them both with greater arousal and ensure that they would both come with greater strength. Ann said that she invariably climaxed with more fury when she was watching another person, or persons, engage in some kind of sexual activity, or when she was being watched. Betty's heart raced madly when she contemplated watching the girl bring herself to a crescendo of erotic release, but -- and this was more surprising to her -- she found that she also reacted with unmistakable strength to the prospect of having her own sensual activities being spied upon. Perhaps she was more like Ann than she had suspected, she told herself as she prepared for the exciting act.
Betty chose to lie down on her beach towel, cocking her knees up and spreading them wide apart in order to expose the sullenly aroused flesh of her pussy to her searching fingers. Ann decided upon an upright position and knelt beside her hips, low enough so that she could look between Betty's thighs and watch her fingers at work; she spread her own knees far apart, thus opening her own maidenly slit to Betty's inquiring gaze. Even before reaching down to stroke the feverishly aroused flesh surrounding the tenderly charged entrance to her cunt, Betty found her body throbbing with anxious hungers.
"God, you've got a lovely pussy!" Ann murmured. "There are going to be so many people around who'll just go mad when they see that! You won't have a bit of trouble getting some really nice people to eat that thing for you, dear, I can promise you that! Or to fuck it either, if that's what you want!"
"I think I'd like being eaten," Betty whispered. She spread the tips of her fingers along the darkly colored slit and gingerly exerted some pressure on the tender flesh, just enough to spread the outer lips and expose the inner petals to Ann's quizzical view. "Yeah, that'd be really great!"
"Wow, what lips!" Ann exclaimed. "It's really sexy, seeing a woman with really big lips like that! It always makes me think that she's just super turned on and a real sexpot!"
Her own pussy, as Betty quickly saw, was equipped with a much smaller and daintier set of inner lips. The pressure of her widespread thighs had brought those pink folds of tender flesh into open view. Ann reached down to stroke them gently, running a fingertip over them with a very light pressure;. even that slight touch was enough to bring a soft, quavering moan of pleasure welling up from her throat. Betty saw that her nipples had swelled out until they were much more prominent now, more nearly resembling a pair of maroon-flushed cones of delicate flesh; the surrounding areolas had also grown much larger and. were appreciably darker as well. There was no question about the fact that Ann was indeed strongly aroused; the condition of her flesh, not to speak of the hot glow that burned in her eyes, testified to that.
As Betty had hoped, she used the same type of pressure she had been using that morning. That is, she pressed the tips of her index fingers together, pressing them against the fully charged lips of her pussy, and massaged herself that way. It was not a style of masturbating which Betty favored -- and she had tried every conceivable way of exciting herself -- but it was one which she quickly decided that she liked to watch. Ann simply massaged the inner lips, pulling them this way and that, and added to the stimulating effect by writhing her hips back and forth with slow, highly suggestive motions that more than adequately suggested fucking.
For her own part, Betty relied upon the tried-and-true method which had served her best in the past: she caressed every part of her pussy, allowing her finger's tip to roam freely over the throbbing, lustfully charged flesh, and concentrated upon no area in particular. Her entire vulva seemed to be alive with sexual feeling, though of course her clitoris was especially so; she was careful to avoid the clitoral shaft, but otherwise she contented herself with a generalized stimulation. Ann watched approvingly and gradually increased the tempo with which she worked her loins back and forth. Her face became distorted with erotic tension.
"Mmmm, fuck yourself!" she muttered, her voice thickened and coarsened by the growing lust within her body. "Fuck yourself and make it come! I want to see the come on your face, on your body! Do it, Betty, do it to yourself and let me watch! God, your pussy's all wet with the cunt juice! You look so turned on, so hot and alive! I wish I had a cock, a really big one; I wish I could shove it all the way up your cunt and make you come all over yourself! Do it, Betty, do it harder!"
Ann's abandoned urging led Betty into a much quicker expression of her sexual pleasure than she had intended. The heartfelt urgency in the girl's voice sparked off a very rapid rise in her inner sexual temperature, making her come dangerously close to a totally unexpected climax. At first she considered holding back, but the pressure was too strong to be denied. Groaning deliriously, Betty ground the back of her head into the beach towel, arched her back off the towel and brought her loins higher, reaching up until her hips were completely off the towel. She was, in effect, supporting her weight on her heels and shoulders, a change which put extra pressure on her thighs and abdomen. That shift enormously intensified the already great demands being made upon the muscles surrounding her pussy and cunt. At the same time, she shifted her tactics and began concentrating her attention upon the vital, strategic area within the inner lips of her hot, juicy slit.
The tip of her right finger slipped into the mouth of her cunt and began stroking that incredibly tight little opening with quick, jerky strokes. At the same time, she moved her left index finger so that she could jab down against the hard, quivering shaft of her clitoris. That absurdly swollen organ now resembled a miniature cone, a little over a quarter-inch high but fearfully packed with sensual awareness. Her finger glided over that marvelously sensitive little tip, which was amply lubricated by her cunt's steady flow of rich oils. As the fingertip made close, agonizingly effective contact with her clitoris, she cried out sharply and quivered from head to foot. The tip of her right finger dipped a fraction of an inch further into her cunt and her groan shrilled into a rasping, wheezing cry of absolute joy.
Ann watched closely. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was intensely interested in watching the interaction between Betty's fingers and pussy. As the girl's body arched higher, responding to the cascading rhythms of ecstasy which poured from the depths of her cunt, Ann abruptly changed her tactics. She slipped the middle and ring fingers of her left hand into the mouth of her cunt and hooked them inside that tingling, aching circle of wet flesh. She used the fingers of her right hand to compress the lips of her pussy, crushing them against the penetrating fingers of her left hand; the style of her masturbation was now much more a brutal affair, a matter of forcing the sexual response from her cunt by sheer force. Her new method bore a quick and decisive fruit: her lips formed a silent "Oh!" of frantic joy and her head rolled loosely on her shoulders.
"Omigod!" Betty groaned, feeling her entrails being convulsed by the spasmodic retching of orgasmic release. "Unnngghhhhh! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming all over! Annnghhhhh-owwwwww!"
Free to give voice to the tumultuous emotions which poured from her womb in rapidly strengthening waves, Betty did so with abandon. Her hearty grunts and groans trailed off incoherently, but, even so, they served to spark Ann into even stronger reaches of climactic frenzy. Rubbing viciously at the lips of her pussy and fucking her hips back and forth with short, highly animated jerks, she worked her way to a frenzy of lustful completion.
"Ahhhh Jesus, you make me want to come all over!" she grated. "Unnngghhh! Ohhh, you're so beautiful, so fucking nice! Agghhhh! Ohhhh, my cunt, ohhh! It's here, it's coming, I'm... aurrgghhhhh! Oooooohhhh!"
Together they forced the last dregs of orgasmic pleasure from their heaving loins. Ann relaxed gradually, sinking down into almost a seated position, and pulled her hands from between her thighs. Gradually the fog of lust-induced euphoria cleared from their minds. Betty blinked her eyes and focused them with an effort. She looked up at Ann, who smiled down warmly.
"Mmmmm, out of sight," Betty purred. "I never had a better one, not by myself, anyway. I guess I really get off on watching. And being watched!"
"I thought probably you would," Ann told her. "You've got a really sexy look about you, you know. I'm glad that I was right. I've got a feeling about you: I think that we're going to have a fabulous summer."
"I think so too," Betty replied. "Well, are you ready to try the surf?"
"Sure. Let's get down and see how the water is this morning."
CHAPTER FIVE
Ray Wilkenson helped his wife clear away the breakfast dishes and wash them. As he wiped the last dish dry and stacked it in the cupboard over the sink, she came up behind him and pressed her naked body against his. She touched him lightly, barely grazing his back with her nipples and tilting her hips forward to brush the softness of her muff against his hips.
"What were you going to do this morning?" she asked, her voice soft and low.
"Nothing at all, really," he replied. "Well, I was going. to think about that thing for Charles Hoeffman, maybe do some preliminary sketches, but actually I was hoping not to do much of anything. Why? Have you got some suggestions?"
"Do I!" she murmured. "Let's go back into the bedroom and I'll tell you about some of them!"
They turned to face each other and traded knowing grins. Greta reached out her hand to grasp the flaccid length of prick hanging down from his belly; her eyes grew wider and more intense as she held his cock in her fingers. The tool seemed to give off a kind of earthy, animal like magnetism, one that flowed into her own body and effected some very fundamental changes.
"On second thought," she said, looking down at the generous hunk of meat in her hand, "maybe we ought not to go into the bedroom. Perhaps I ought to finish my meal in here, hmmm?"
With that she dropped to her knees and brought the head of his prick up to her mouth. She peeled back the tightly stretched foreskin with a quick, expert flick of her wrist, exposing the naked head in all its masculine glory, and took that broad, scarlet knob between her lips. She sucked his prick into her mouth eagerly and began running her tongue over its satin-smooth surface. Her hand moved forward to cup his balls lightly; she drew her fingertips over the bulging sac with a soft, delicate touch and soon had his prick growing at a rapid pace. As it stiffened and swelled out to full size, she sucked even more energetically, since the growing erection triggered a savage flood of desire in her mind and body.
When his prick had reached its full length, bulging out for a good eight inches, Ray leaned back and pulled it from her mouth. He teased her with the stiff, hot tool, brushing it over her lips and cheeks until she grabbed it once more and literally forced it into her mouth. After sucking him for another minute or two, she again allowed him to withdraw; this time she raised up and brought her big, scarlet-nippled breasts up so that he could stroke them with his cock. She watched him, her eyes bright and glistening with emotion. He worked the dark, flushed head of his prick over her nipples, which were by this time almost as dark and red as the tool itself, and then she captured the thick shaft between her breasts, forcing them together with her hands so that the tool rested between them. Ray willingly excited her in the ways which he knew worked best, even though some of them were not tactics which had an especially pronounced effect on him. He had long ago discovered that Greta, when fully aroused, could provide him with exquisite sensations, and he counted it time well spent, considering the very real benefits he could expect.
"Mmmm, so beautiful, to feel you fucking my tits!" she purred as he worked his prick up and down the . narrow valley between the big, tenderly aroused globes. "It is so sexy, so fucking good to see your k prick there, to feel it! Ahhh, there is no man on earth who can excite me the way you do, who can make me want cock so much!"
"There's no woman on earth who can do such out-of-sight things to my cock," he told her. "Ahhh, yes! Bend down and suck it while I fuck your tits! Ugghhhh! You know how to make my balls turn into hot jelly. Mmmmm, so good!"
His prick was just long enough for the tip to slide t into her lips when she bent her neck down to receive it. He plunged his tool back and forth for another moment or two, during which her tongue continually played over the highly sensitive head. She sucked him avidly, loving the. feel of it in her mouth, as well as the faint aftertaste of fucking which remained on the thick shaft from the night before, and then she released him, springing to her feet with one smooth, flowing motion.
"Too much!" she panted, glaring at him fiercely. "Another moment and you would have been coming in my mouth! Not today, darling, I want to feel it deep inside my cunt today! But first, huh, you suck me a little? Tease me with your tongue, bite my pussy a little? Ahhh, that will make me hungrier than ever for it, I promise!"
"Hell, we've got all morning," Ray said, circling her trim waist with one of his muscular arms. "Why don't we go back to bed and have ourselves a real blast? You know, spend two or three hours getting there? I'll eat you, honey, I'll eat that pussy of yours till you've got come all over my face! And then I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you till you've squeezed all the come out of my balls!"
They moved into the bedroom, where he gently pushed her back onto the rumpled sheets. Greta fell over onto the bed, allowing her legs to dangle off the side, and Ray settled himself on a hooked rug beside the bed. She scooted closer to him, bringing the delicious feast closer, and spread her thighs further apart. Ray leaned back to watch as more of her pussy came into view. The cleanly shaven lips had flushed slightly and now fell apart, exposing the inner lips more clearly. Large and dark with sexual energy, they gently unfolded at the slight pressure of his fingers, revealing a soft pink inner cavern which was glistening with cunty moisture. He bent down, bringing his face closer, and inhaled deeply: the ripe, fragrant scent of highly aroused cunt wafted into his nostrils. Ray pursed his lips and gently blew a stream of warm air upon the woman's cleft. He moved closer, directing his breath up and down the sensual slit; Greta moaned softly and writhed her hips about with genuine anguish. After emptying his lungs, Ray then touched the very tip of his tongue to her flesh. He licked around the periphery of her pussy, exciting the outer lips first, and then directed his tongue to the inner area, where he stroked the big, flaring labia softly.
"Oooooh, so nice!" she murmured. Her right hand came down to rest on his head, though she did not attempt to force his face closer to her body. "If I could find the woman who taught you how to eat pussy I would thank her forever! It must have been, a woman who taught you; I've never known another man who sucked half so well as you do! Mmmmm, you're making me horny inside, so hot for your cock!"
Ray said nothing, his lips and tongue being fully occupied. Her words sparked a memory of Ruth Glimser, the girl who had given him his first and most effective lessons in pussy-eating: a diminutive elf of a girl, she had been fascinated by his huge cock, but also fearful of it, and in self-defense she had gone out of her way to give him detailed instructions in how to please her orally. She had been able to accept his prick, of course, but only with difficulty, and there had been many times when she had much preferred being fucked by his tongue. He had met her in his first year at college and for the next eighteen months, until she had graduated, they had spent a great deal of time together. During that idyllic period he had perfected his oral skills and ever since had been extremely grateful that he had done so; nearly every woman he had known since Ruth had complimented him extravagantly on his exquisitely developed talent. Usually, he had found, a good sucking only made a woman all the hotter for his prick, which could reach into places his tongue could never touch, and a climax or two in his mouth insured that his partner would respond with total completeness when he began fucking her.
Greta was certainly no different in that respect. At times, it seemed, one climax merely strengthened her desire for another and facilitated the ease with which she could get it. Her total lack of inhibition helped; too; she had no hesitancy in telling him exactly what she wanted. Thus he knew exactly how to tease her along, how to bring her loins to a state of aching, turbulent arousal, so that even the slightest touch in the strategic area would trigger a chain reaction of lustful explosions.
"Ahhh, you're setting me up for a big one," Greta moaned. "Yes, you want me to die when I come, you want me to faint with joy! It was seeing Betty and Ann this morning, that's what put you in this mood, wasn't it? Yes, all that tender young ass walking about, that made your balls hot and heavy with come! Isn't that Betty a lovely creature? Has she been fucked, do you think? Surely she has; a girl that attractive, that well built, someone must have had a cock in her already! What if she were a virgin, though? Mmmm, suppose that there were a cherry resting just behind the rim of that cunt of hers? Wouldn't you like to be the one to lead her down the primrose path the first time, to be the first to taste of her cunt, to be the first man ever to shove a cuntful of hard, hot cock between the lips of her pussy? She'll be a hot one, Ray, I can tell it already! Yes, if someone hasn't turned her on to the joys of fucking and sucking already, she'll be a most willing student, I honestly believe it!"
She knew that talking about sexual matters would affect him powerfully, just as the talk affected her. She also knew that mentioning Ann and Betty would make his prick throb even more fiercely, just as it always did when she mentioned any especially attractive woman. She wanted to make his balls swell and tingle with life, to grow engorged with vast quantities of hot sperm; only then would he lean over her and ram his muscular love-shaft deep into her cunt with that special vigor which invariably produced the most pronounced reactions from her own body.
"We won't have to wait long to find out what she's really like," she continued as his tongue roamed over the aching, love-slick flesh between her thighs. "Ann has promised that she will investigate and -- uhhhh! So good! Again, just like that and I'll come, I swear it and report to me. Did you know that she was masturbating this morning when Betty went to her room to get her for breakfast? Yes, the little fox, she was finger-fucking herself! I wonder what Betty thought of that? Ann told me that she would put her to the test at once and when they came in, I could see that Ann had had herself a come. Yes, her nipples were much too large, far too dark; a woman can always tell when another woman has had one of those hard cunt-throbs! Mmmmm, you suck so well, your tongue is making me want to come all over!"
Ray could tell that she was becoming much more intensely aroused. The steady flow of richly flavored oil from her cunt had increased, as well as becoming noticeably stronger in taste, and her hips quivered more powerfully as his tongue traced its exciting path over the dark, wet flesh. He accordingly slacked off in his efforts and began working his lips and tongue over less sensitive parts of her pussy. After a moment or two, he lifted her thighs slightly; she caught the hint and brought her heels up to the bed and rested them on the frame. This shift elevated her pussy somewhat and brought her anus more openly into view.
He leaned back for a moment, breathing heavily, and contemplated the dark; wet slit. Just below it, the puckered eye of her asshole winked solemnly, beckoning him, and he leaned down to touch the tip of his tongue to its fearfully charged surface. Greta at once grunted sharply and tensed her buttocks; he worked his tongue over the orifice again and even thrust into the tight little crevice. Her reaction became even more pronounced as the touch sent additional shudders of unearthly pleasure coursing over her flesh.
"Ahhh, you rim me! You know what to do, you know how to make my pussy ache for a big, hard cock!" she groaned. Her hands tightened against his head and brought his face down harder against her body. "Ugghhhh! God, I think I'd like to have your cock in my ass, all the way up my ass! Mmmmm, maybe you could fuck me both ways, a little of one and a little of the other!"
Ray continued to work his tongue into her asshole for another moment. He sensed that he was on the verge of pushing her too far and pulled back, not wanting to bring the act to a conclusion; Greta sighed wearily but did not insist on having her own way. She recognized what he was doing and, knowing enough about her own body and its peculiar habits to agree with him, felt that they would be better served if they were to delay the culmination for as long as possible.
"I thought of Cleo this morning," she said as she reached down to rub a fingertip over her swollen, aching clitoris with a slow, delicate grace. "While I was waiting for the alarm to go off, you know? I was thinking about how she would wake us up in the morning, sucking us both. Ahhh, I wish she would come back from Africa, come back here and spend more time with us! Oh, how I loved having her suck my pussy while you were fucking her in the asshole!"
Cleo Taylor had spent part of the previous summer with them. A tall, lithe black woman of about twenty-five and exuberantly bisexual, she had quickly proved that she was ready for any kind of sexual experience that anyone might suggest. Ray and Greta had exhausted their imaginations in dreaming up new variations on old situations, finding that Cleo readily accepted all of them and gladly joined into whatever form of amusement they suggested. In every case, she proved that she could participate completely and fruit-fully, though Greta finally decided that they all received the most pleasure from a three-way combination which had Cleo working her hyperactive tongue into her pussy while Ray knelt behind Cleo and worked his long, thick cock into either her cunt or asshole. Being fucked seemed to give Cleo's tongue a special kind of vigor, a knowing skill and enthusiasm which enabled her to surpass her normally formidable skills and suck Greta to within an inch of her life.
"Honey, it's just because I can work off both sides of my nature at the same time," Cleo had said when Greta mentioned her conclusion. "I love to suck pussies but I dig getting it on with a man too. When I'm in between you both, I just feel kind of like I'm getting the best of both worlds at once!"
They had experimented with reversing positions, Ray presenting his prick to Cleo's mouth and Greta kneeling behind her to lick at that fertile, amazingly ripe cleft running between those long, superbly turned thighs of dark mahogany flesh, and Ray had agreed that Cleo's exquisite sucking skills were even better. Greta had also played the middleman role, so to speak, but she had not found it nearly as satisfying: as she told them after a couple of tries, she could not distribute her attention equally between the two of them. "Either I start concentrating on the way you eat my pussy," she said to Cleo with a sorrowful shrug, "or else I get so wrapped up in sucking him that I forget what you're doing to me. I really don't think that's quite my bag." Neither Ray nor Cleo had held her weakness against her and, given the black woman's willingness to serve them both at once, it was not a fatal flaw.
"Yeah, I remember her," Ray agreed. "Wherever she is, I'll bet any amount of money that she's getting it on in style. That Cleo, she'll never be far from a great lay, not if I know her. But that's got nothing to do with us right now, Greta, so why don't we Concentrate on enjoying each other?"
She answered by puffing away from him and sitting upright on the bed. She beckoned for him to join her. As he slid into place beside her, she stretched out over his loins and began rubbing her nipples lightly over his prick, which had fallen down against his belly, and over his balls. She took care to scrape the wildly inflamed cones of hard, hot flesh over his pubic hair too; the slight rasp of the dark fur sent powerful charges of pure lust racing outward from her breasts. After teasing herself in that fashion for a moment, she raised herself higher on his body and began tonguing his nipples. At the same time, she reached down with one hand to grasp his prick firmly; she masturbated him slowly as she excited his breasts.
"You need two mouths," he told her. "One for my nipples and another for my cock!"
They had often made that observation to each other; usually Greta managed to suggest that he would be almost as happy with two women, a point which he thought was very well taken. Greta and Cleo had worked very well together, he had found, and the weeks she had spent with them had been among the most fulfilling they had ever known. They had experimented with other women, including Ann -- Greta had no compunctions whatever about including her daughter in her sexual activities and made no effort at hiding her highly versatile sexual nature from the girl -- but none had been so able to furnish them both with as high a degree of stimulation and satisfaction as Cleo. Greta liked kissing his nipples only because of the effect the caress had on him; she much preferred the greater softness and size of a woman's breast.
After assuring herself that she had aroused him to a satisfactory pitch, Greta pulled back for a moment and sat beside him with her thighs spread wide. She toyed with her pussy, making sure that he could watch her fingers teasing the dark, wet flesh, but did not touch him at all. He lay there calmly, watching and maintaining his state of quivering arousal. Like most men, he found it extremely exciting to watch a woman play with her own pussy. Greta knew this, of course, and went out of her way to include him in her sexual play.
"Who knows, perhaps Betty will prove to be another Cleo," she murmured as her right index finger continued to glide over the moist, slippery lips of her pussy; "I wouldn't be surprised if she had a fairly strong bisexual streak in her. You should have seen the way she was looking at my body this morning when she came into the kitchen! Mmmm, she was interested, I have no doubt of that! I wonder if anyone has ever attempted to show her what her real sexual nature is really like? Perhaps Ann will be the one, do you think? Why, at this very moment they might be spread on a beach towel, just literally devouring each other! Mmmm, wouldn't you love to put your lips over that young, tender pussy of hers? Work your tongue far up that juicy little cleft? I know she would be very fight, darling; do you think she would be afraid to fuck you? Perhaps she would think that you are too large for her! Silly young girls, they're always afraid that their pussies won't stretch to fit whatever tool is available! I hope that she does want you to fuck with her; I'd love to watch her face when you begin opening her cunt up, probing deep inside it! Arid ohhh,' how I'd love to be there and suck your come out of her cunt after you've both come so gloriously!"
With that she dipped her finger deeper into her hot slit and then offered the moist digit to her husband. He sucked it gratefully, inspired by the rich, flavorful coating of pussy drip which it bore. Greta got into a kneeling position and straddled him, fitting her knees alongside his hips. She reached down to take his cock into her hands, lifting it up so that she could expose the head again and rub the flaring bulbous tip against her pussy's lips. She handled his prick with extreme care, but managed to excite both of them until he was trembling with eager desire. Sensing that he was about to come, she released the thick, stiff shaft and let it fall back onto his belly, though she continued to massage her ripe slit with a soft, knowing touch.
She looked down and saw that he had become so excited that a tiny, crystal clear droplet of sensual oil had seeped from his prick and now lay poised in the deep slit running across the head of the big shaft. Her pussy had left its marks on that big rod, too; it gleamed in the soft, morning light with her .own love oils. The sight was so exciting that she could not pass up the opportunity. Moving back to give herself room, she bent down and expertly sucked up the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue probed the urethral slit, scooping out the droplet of pre-come juice; its rank, utterly masculine flavor sent tremors of lustful hunger shooting throughout her nervous system. She moved her mouth farther down his cock and shuddered with anxious delight as she tasted her own strongly sexual oils along its length. She altered the angle of her head, opening her throat to the broad, spongelike head, and easily engulfed the entirety of his cock; her lips brushed down into the thicket of pubic hair growing around its base. Her tongue continued to glide up and down the muscular beam without rest. One of her hands rested on his balls as she sucked him avidly.
Greta pulled her mouth away when she felt the first warning tremor in his prick. She moved slightly, so that she was now straddling his face and lying directly over him. Ray understood what she wanted to do and lifted up his knees, fitting them behind her arms so that his ass swung up into the air. Although he was powerfully built in every respect, he had a supple grace which enabled him to assume the extreme posture without difficulty. Greta now bent down again and touched her lips to his balls. She tongued them lightly, sucked on them occasionally, and then began working her way down to his asshole. That winsome little dimple beckoned her tongue and she rimmed him easily, returning the favor he had shown her; he groaned savagely as her hot tongue stubbornly forced its way into his anus for a fraction of an inch.
"Fuck me!" he muttered, stiffening his body as her tongue again probed at that sensitive orifice. "Fuck me with your tongue! Ahhh, I love it when you fuck me in the ass with your tongue!"
"No, no more of that," she said after giving him another thirty seconds' worth of that rare pleasure. "You're almost coming now -- look at your cock! It's dribbling again; it's almost ready to shoot off right now! No, my darling man, I do not want you to come yet! You must keep your cock hard for a while longer before I relieve you of that tension! Mmmm, your balls are larger than they have ever been! They must be so full of come, so tight and ready to shower me with love! Later, darling, later I will allow you to drive that missile into my cunt and fuck me senseless!"
CHAPTER SIX
Ray knew better than to protest. Though he had initiated the staffing tactics, Greta's act in reversing them upon him showed that she now had the same idea and was asserting herself. At times she enjoyed playing a passive role in their lovemaking -- she even occasionally insisted that he stage a mock-rape scene, taking her by force and frightening her into a kind of unwilling submission which turned into a heated kind of all-out fucking -- but at other times she greatly preferred a more active role, They found it intoxicatingly exciting to switch roles in that fashion. Greta had even gone so far as to buy herself a dildo, a strap-on model, and on a few occasions she had suggested that she play a man's part, even to the extent of having him wear one of her loose, flowing dresses and pretend to submit to her seduction. On those occasions, she had employed her manlike tool with devastating effect, forcing it into his asshole and masturbating him with her hand until he had spurted out a long, deliciously thick stream of come onto his belly. Ray therefore gave in to her demands and consoled himself with the thought that their fuck, whenever Greta got around to demanding it, would be fiercely arousing and satisfying beyond belief.
"Perhaps we would do well to confront Betty with our sexuality from the very outset," Greta said after she had moved away from him and given him a moment or two in which to cool down slightly. "Yes, that might be the best way of all, now that I think about it more clearly. We could... yes, we could be on the couch in the big room, or on the couch out in the barn... no, I think the living room would be best; they would be more likely to go there first. Mmmm, I wonder what she would say, that niece of yours? Has she ever seen a couple fucking, I wonder? Tell me, Ray, what do you think? Should we 'arrange' for ourselves to be surprised?"
"I'm not sure about whether we should or shouldn't," he said, "but I do know that there's only one way for us to find out what we should think about it. What the hell, we might as well know now as later, that's what I say. Sure, if you want to give it a go, I'm willing to let her catch us in the act. I sure as hell hope that they don't plan to spend all day at the beach, though! I'm not sure my balls are going to be able to hold out for much longer!"
"Yes, I agree with you there," Greta told him. "What time is it now, ten-fifteen? Yes, about that. Very well, darling, I will make you a promise: if they are not back by eleven, in forty-five minutes, then we will proceed with our fuck. I don't want to wait. forever for it myself, you know. Until then, however, let us amuse ourselves in the ways that we both love so much!"
Greta now took the offensive once more, though she used it to add to her own arousal. She motioned for Ray to lie back and then she knelt over his face, positioning herself with care so that she could lower her hips down and bring the dark, swollen lips of her pussy down against his mouth. He proved that he was more than willing to devour her, though she governed the degree of his attentions; whenever his sucking became too vigorous and threatened to push her into a climax, she pulled back slightly, just enough to remove her flesh from his mouth. They had often played that game before and Ray knew that he was supposed to keep his head flat on the bed. He did not attempt to pursue her when she pulled away from him, though the taste of raw, hotly inflamed cunt gave him a powerful reason for doing so.
"Squeeze my ass!" she grunted after a moment, again lowering her volcanically heated slit down to his waiting mouth. "Dig in hard! Hurt me for a moment!"
He obediently brought his hands up and cupped her firm buttocks. Of all the women he had ever known, Greta's buttocks were by far the most sensitive. At times a streak of masochism surfaced in her personality, impelling her to ask for a small measure of pain; sometimes she had asked him to spank her with his hand. He had done so and had discovered that a few moderately firm whacks were enough, at those special times, to bring her to the point of orgasm. At other times, she favored having the cheeks of her ass kneaded, rather than spanked, and his fingers, made powerful by years of working with the tools of his art, proved to be a mighty stimulus to her. He dug his fingers deep into the resilient mounds and tried to pull them apart. At the same time he made his tongue into an engine of lustful excitement, stiffening it and plunging it up into the hot, clammy mouth of her cunt with quick, jabbing thrusts that brought soft gasps of frantic delight from her throat. Again and again he fucked his tongue into that tender, throbbing cleft, until it seemed that she would surely come, but then she again pulled away from him, quivering and gasping for breath, and broke off the sensual connection.
"Ahhh, so divine!" she whispered. "So good, Ray, so fucking good! Mmmm, you fuck better with your tongue than most men do with their cocks! God, I hope they get back soon; I want it so! Look at your cock -- so much like a bar of iron, so hard, so hot! Mmmm, just looking at it makes me want it more than ever! Oooooh, to feel it going in, spreading the mouth of my cunt so wide, spearing so deep inside and filling me with your love!"
Her face had flushed brightly and her eyes burned with a fearful intensity. She looked down at him for a moment or two, obviously almost at the point of throwing her loins down on his prick, but then she pulled back. Seldom had he seen her so excited, so eager to have his cock piercing into her cunt. Greta also understood how close she was to total surrender and she wisely moved farther away from him. She slipped off the bed and went over to the narrow window, which looked out over the narrow lane leading down to the beach and beyond it, to Hammond's Port.
"They're coming!" she cried. "There's Ann, I'm sure of it! They're at the end of the lane, down by the lilac bush!"
Ray bounded off the bed and hurried over to the window. Looking out, he saw Ann and Betty swinging up the lane leading to their front door, barely fifty yards off. Chortling with anticipation, he slapped Greta on her naked rump. Together they went into the living room, heading straight for the long, low couch which dominated the room. Greta lay down, reclining full length and spreading her thighs wide apart. She reached down and spread the lips of her pussy wide, tugging them open with her index fingers to expose the slightly open target to Ray. He lay over her and settled down into place. Her right hand stretched forth to grasp the rigidly swollen shaft of hard, flame-hot muscle protruding from the " base of his belly. She guided the broad, purple head of that tool down to the sweating, musk-flavored notch leading up into her belly. He swung closer and she fitted the head of his cock to the rim of her cunt, grunting with satisfaction when she felt the tingling contact.
"Mmmmm, so beautiful to feel it there!" she whispered. "At first I thought I might want you to fuck me in the ass but now I know for sure -- I want to feel it going up my cunt! Oooooh, I want to feel it going all the. way up! Give it to me, darling man, give it to me slowly!"
Ray barely managed to quell his strongest impulse, which was to sink every inch of his stiff prick into her cunt at the first stroke. That would be very disastrous, he knew; Greta almost always reacted adversely to being penetrated quickly, though sometimes she talked about having all of his prick at once. The idea of having him drive all his immense cock into her cunt at once had a certain fascination for her, but the reality, as was so often the case, proved to be far less rewarding than the fantasy. He therefore held back, though he would have loved to plunge every inch of his thick, hot prick into her cunt and hold it there. Instead, he allowed her to guide the head of his cock up the lips of her pussy and hold it there for a moment, rubbing the soft knob against her flesh and moaning with delight at the touch.
"Ahhhh! I love to do myself with your cock!" she whispered. "You give it to me so nicely, so -- uhhhhhh! -- just the way I want it! Ooooh, a little more, now, just the head going inside and -- agghhhhh! -- my God, you are bigger than ever! You fill me up so well, you make me so happy that I'm a woman, able to take that big thing!"
After teasing herself for another moment with his prick, she relaxed slightly and gave him the signal to push deeper into her cunt. He did so, moving with extreme care, and forced another couple of inches into that marvelously tight crevice. Although Greta had had one child and numerous lovers, some of them with pricks even larger than Ray's big tool, she followed a conscientious regime of exercise and conditioning that kept her muscles in fine tone. She gurgled happily as he pressed deeper into her cunt and began working back and forth with slow, exquisitely thrilling motions. She did not allow him to remain atop her for long, however.
"No, it will be better if I am on you," she said after a moment. "She will be able to see your prick working in and out of my cunt much better if I am on you. Ahhh, a sight like that, it will impel her into submission, I know it will!"
They quickly made the transition, doing so without his removing his prick from her cunt's hot, wet grasp. Greta agilely perched atop him and brought her rump high, still holding the swollen head of his cock within that firm, deliciously exciting grip. She bobbed her hips up and down slightly, so that her flesh slipped down the uplifted shaft of hard muscle. Ray held himself still for a moment in order to enjoy the feel of her cunt working against his cock. Her abdominal muscles contracted strongly, forcing the rim of her cunt to squeeze even harder against the unyielding pillar of lust-warmed flesh it enclosed, and he answered by flexing his hips so that his prick speared up into the waiting tunnel of feverishly heated flesh.
"Ohhhh, I can feel it so well!" Greta moaned. Her hips began working harder as the sting of his penetration worked its magic on her nervous system and prompted even stronger reactions from her. "Omigod, you fuck like a mad bull! Mmmmm, you are fucking the heart out of my cunt! Unnngghhhhh! Do it to me, Ray, do it to me! Fuck me harder and shoot your nuts off! Let me feel the come shooting out and -- agghhhhh!"
Her tempo continued to increase, and within a few moments she was fucking her cunt down around his prick with superhuman force. Their lips met and fused together, in a kiss of searing passion; Greta's hot tongue snaked out and penetrated deep in his mouth. She hooked her hands under his shoulders and around them, to give herself even better leverage, and he wrapped his arms around her back. Her ass swayed from side to side as she altered the up-and-down movements with circular twists; the alternating action provided her cunt with exquisite stimulation as it insured that the head of his cock penetrated every area of that highly sensitive canal and rubbed against every surface. Ray worked his hips up and down with a slow, easy motion and allowed Greta to adjust her own action to his. He knew that his balls would not be able to resist the awesome pressures being brought to bear upon them and that before very long they would explode with furious delight, expelling a thick flood of steaming sperm and inundating her cunt with moist love.
Suddenly Greta altered her stance slightly. She leaned forward, pulling her mouth away from his as she did so, and reached down with one hand to guide one of her swollen, absurdly tender breasts into his mouth. Her lips moved down closer to his loins, necessarily forcing the tightly stretched mouth of her cunt to slide farther down that vertical pillar of iron-hard muscle. Her buttocks tightened convulsively as the penetration caused her flesh to vibrate with new sources of sexual excitement. Ray held back and allowed her to fuck herself at her own pace; he knew that the thick length of stiff prick would compel her to adopt a style of fucking which would be much more to his liking. When she started grinding and humping her cunt down against his cock, he would then feel free to spring into action and begin thrusting that lustily, engorged rod deeper into her cunt and bringing them both closer to the brink of erotic oblivion.
"Unnngghhhhh! Agghhhhhh!" Greta cried. She twisted her shoulders about and forced her tingling, throbbing breast into his mouth with a sudden surge of violent sexual frenzy. "Ohhhh, fuck! Fuck me hard! Fuck me in the cunt, fuck me to death! Let me feel the come shooting -- ahhhhh! Ooooooh! -- let me feel it shooting out!"
That happened to be the exact moment that Ann and Betty walked into the living room of the Wilkenson home. The couch was placed so that anyone standing in the front door would naturally look directly toward it. Betty was thus in the best possible position to see her aunt and uncle engaged in a sexual rite of primal intensity. Greta's rump was pointing directly toward them and Betty's gaze fell first upon that magnificent rod of lust-hardened muscle connecting Ray's loins with his wife's. To her young, impressionable eyes, his cock appeared to be immense; it was by far the largest prick she had ever seen. Greta worked her hips up and down with quick, energetic motions, and, as her cunt slipped up that thick shaft, the girl could see that it was moist and slippery with her sexual oils.
Betty felt Ann's hand on her forearm. Looking toward each other, Betty saw a light of wild excitement dancing in the girl's eyes. Ann leaned toward her and whispered that they had come in at just the right moment; she said that her mother and Ray would not object to their watching. Both of them, she said, liked fucking before an audience, since the presence of others gave their lovemaking an added dimension of excitement.
"Mom told me once that being able to turn somebody else on is a real kick in itself," she whispered. "I think she's right, you know? God, look at them go! She really gets off on that big cock of his; she says he's absolutely the greatest fuck in the whole wide world!"
Betty, too astonished to reply, watched with rapidly mounting excitement. Greta's animated fucking action revealed the interaction between her pussy and Ray's huge prick with great detail and Betty now, for the first time ever, could see exactly how the two organs fitted together. She could see that the woman's flesh was pushed inward as the rigid shaft pierced deeper; the inner lips clung to the sides of the hard tool and completely disappeared inside the circular opening as Ray worked the head of his cock farther into her cunt. On the outstroke, the inner lips appeared again, wet and dark with lustful arousal; they clung tightly to the solid pillar of virile masculinity as they slid along its length. Ray's big balls jiggled slightly as he fucked up into Greta's waiting cunt. The woman's cries of agonized pleasure became even more intense as he continued working that fantastic tool back and forth in the tight grip of her flesh.
Although they had both masturbated to a glowing climax earlier that morning at the beach, Betty's sexual hungers were far from being assuaged. The cold surf had done little to take away the inner desires -- being nude had been, if anything, more arousing than if she had been wearing a swimsuit and Ann had compounded the problem by making sure that their conversation never wandered too far from topics that had at least a modicum of erotic content. On the walk back, for example, Ann had gone into great detail about the marvelous pleasure of fellating a man and had especially emphasized the thrill of being able to open one's throat enough to take all of his cock, however large his prick might be.
"It really turns a guy on just super-extra when he sees every inch of his prick going into your mouth," she had said. "Yeah, he'll come twice as much, sometimes, if you take it all. And then if you swallow his load and really get off on it, he'll think you're just the greatest ever and that's when he'll start treating you like a total queen. Besides, I just like to feel a big, hot prick shooting off in my mouth -- the feel of it, and the taste, that's really super."
Betty had found her glowing description to be highly exciting and she had renewed her determination to present Teddy with just that treat during his visit. She knew that he would be mightily impressed and she actually looked forward to the prospect. The result of Ann's totally frank conversation was a predictable one: by the. time they reached the cottage, Betty's pussy had developed into a fiercely tender area and her excitement had produced a steady flow of ripe, musk-scented oil from the inner reaches of her cunt. She was acutely conscious of the pressure being exerted on her inflamed flesh by the crotch of her cut-off jeans and she had already admitted that she would probably have to masturbate again before very long.
Her aroused condition thus fitted in neatly with the abandoned sight awaiting her once she had stepped into the living room. The sight of her aunt and uncle fucking away with such enthusiasm struck her with a paralyzing force, and the erotic excitement they shared seemed to flow directly into the moist, greatly enlarged lips of her pussy. Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she watched her uncle's cock piston in and out that moist, slippery ring of highly sensitized flesh at the apex of Greta's lusciously curved thighs. Her nipples hardened further and became much more sensitive; the mere act of breathing, which caused her breasts to move ever so slightly against her tee-shirt, now brought an amazingly intense charge of sexual stimulation to her body. Her every pore now seemed to be charged with erotic feeling and her nervous system reverberated with raw lust.
"Agghhhhh!" Greta moaned as her body churned feverishly against her husband's. "Unnngghhhhh! Ohhhhh, fuck! Fuck! You... ohhh, you fuck so well! Mmmmmm, I can feel your cock -- ugghhhhhh! -- all the way in, it's fucking me out of my mind!"
Betty saw that Ray's prick was now spearing into the greatest possible extent, burying itself completely in that highly aroused sheath of flesh; she could clearly see Greta's light-colored pubic hair grinding down into the darker mass of fur surrounding the base of that big prick. He continued to work his hips up and down, fucking with a mad, hungry zeal that could have only one result. Suddenly Betty noticed that the thick, prominent vein running along the base of his cock had begun to swell and pump furiously; she knew that the broad channel was conducting a hearty load of hot sperm from his balls up into the depths of Greta's cunt. She quivered with sympathetic pleasure when she saw the signs of male orgasm: it took very little effort on her part for her to remember the way Teddy's prick had swelled and erupted while in her own cunt, bursting forth into gushing life and inundating her entire womb with a wholesome flood of hot, thick love-cream. Knowing that Greta was now experiencing the same sensation, she felt her clitoris swell even more and give off repeated throbs of almost unbearable strength. She held herself very still, not even daring to breathe, because she feared that the slightest movement would unlock the floodgates of her 'own passion and cause her to have an involuntary climax at that very moment.
Ann shifted her attention back and forth from her parents to Betty. She saw that the girl was taking in the couple's fucking with total interest. That was both interesting and comforting, she thought: the mere fact that Betty could stand there and watch with such attentiveness indicated that she was certainly not adverse to group sexual activity, at least from a spectator's viewpoint. She thought that, with only a little encouragement, the girl would probably be able to become much more than a mere observer, a conclusion which gave her a great deal of pleasure. Thus satisfied, Ann turned her attention back to her mother and stepfather, turning just in time to watch Ray shoot the last of his load up into Greta's receptive cunt. He slammed his loins up against hers one last time and held himself there, shuddering and grunting heavily, as his prick throbbed and pulsed itself into quiescence.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ahh, Betty and Ann are here," Greta said, turning her head to look at them. Ray still lay beneath her, prostrate and exhausted by his strenuous effort. "The little foxes, they sneaked up on us and caught us in the act of fucking, darling! Mmmm, and from the way they are looking at us, I don't think they object too much!"
Greta's words stung Betty out of her trance. Realizing what she had done, she ,began to apologize, only to have Greta cut her off with an impatient gesture.
"Sorry?" the woman repeated, looking up at the girl in so warm and friendly a way that Betty felt much less embarrassed. "What is there to be sorry for? We were merely enjoying ourselves, and as for you, I would be very upset if you did not find the sight of a couple in heat to be an interesting one! No, your interest is entirely human, my dear, entirely human. We certainly do not mind your being here!"
"Not a bit," Ray added. "I know, it probably sounds a little far-out to you, Betty, but that's just the way we are."
"Well, if you're sure you don't mind," Betty said, blushing violently and struggling to meet their eyes with hers. "I just didn't want you to think I was a snoop or anything like that."
Greta laughed heartily and assured the girl that she could never think anything of the sort. She remained atop her husband, keeping his prick firmly enclosed in her pussy. After a moment, Ray mentioned that he had some work to do and that he could not afford to neglect his tasks any longer; he said this after Greta had given him a discreet signal, telling him that it might be better if he were to leave her alone with her daughter and Betty for a time. Greta pretended great regret at having to give him up but she began pulling her loins away from his, nevertheless. Betty watched, fascinated, as her uncle's fat prick slowly emerged from its hiding place between the woman's thighs.
He had lost very little of his 'erection, even though his climax had been especially voluminous, and his cock was as large as ever when it finally slipped out of that wet, hot sheath. It bore plenty of evidence of their mutual pleasure; a thick coating of creamy oil covered almost its entire length and made it look especially sexy. Greta moved off him, clamping a hand over her pussy to force the lips closed and keep most of his spermy blast inside the organ. Looking down, she admired the wet beauty of his cock for a moment and then took it in her fingers, grasping it at the base and tilting it into a vertical position.
"Isn't it a beauty?" she purred, her voice thick and soft with lusty fevers. "I so much love looking at it after it was served me so well! Ohhh, darlings, that was a perfectly magnificent fuck! I thought I was going to come forever! And he was so passionate, so virile! It seemed as though his balls were twice their normal size and ever so active! I don't think I ever felt it shooting out quite so hard!"
Ray could have explained that; he had seldom been as excited as when he had begun fucking her in earnest that morning, nor had he often been so excited for so long a period. It was not at all surprising that his discharge should have been an outstandingly vigorous one, he thought, but of course he said nothing about that to Betty. After holding his prick for a moment more, Greta found herself being overwhelmed by a new surge of sexual hunger, one which forced her to bend down over his loins and take his prick into her mouth.
A tremor of erotic bliss, pure and piercing, shot outward from Betty's lively clitoris when she saw what Greta was doing. Aware that Ray's huge cock was covered with a pungent mixture of Greta's ripe effervescence and his own seminal flood, she could only wonder what the mingled tastes would provide a voracious palate. Greta at first seemed intent only on bestowing a kiss of gratitude upon the prick which had given her such exquisite sensations, but then it seemed that the, exotic flavors decorating his cock overwhelmed her. Grunting incoherently, she bent down further and took more of his cock. Betty watched, eyes wide and staring with wonder, as the woman's lips moved easily down the broad shaft and then slid down into the mass of dark, wet fur at the base of the big tool. She saw with her very eyes that Greta could take all that long, thick implement and that she could do so without difficulty. She could also see that Greta accomplished the task with increasing excitement; after a moment her ears caught the distinctive sucking noises and she knew that she was giving him the full treatment.
"She loves to suck him," Ann wistfully commented. "And especially after they've fucked each other silly! She says his prick tastes a hundred times better after it's been in her cunt! I think she's right; I just love going down on a guy after he's been fucking me!"
"I... I can't believe it!" Betty whispered. "She's taking it all, every bit of it! Ohhhh, Ann, it's the sexiest thing ever, seeing her do that!"
Greta would gladly have sucked her husband to a climax, except that she knew his balls were quite depleted for the moment and would not be capable of producing another load of come for at least half an hour. There was very little she wanted more at that moment than to have a big, hot prick rammed far into her throat and spurting out a satisfying, rich stream of liquid love, so that her tastebuds would be overwhelmed with the taste of exuberant, triumphant male sexuality. She knew that this pleasure was not available to her and she sensibly refrained from pressing the issue in vain.
Instead she sucked him for a moment more and then pulled back. Ray looked up at her face and saw the desire plainly written there. He knew her well enough to know what she wanted most of all, just as he knew that there was no chance of granting her that wish; he decided that the best thing he could do would be to get out of the cottage and leave her to her own devices. He suspected that she intended capitalizing upon Betty's undisguised interest, which even he could plainly see, and he suspected that he would eventually benefit from his wife's plans.
"Well, this isn't getting my work done," he said. "I'm going out to the workshop."
Betty and Ann watched him leave the room. He went into the master bedroom, closed the door behind him and began dressing for his work. Greta, who still held one hand cupped over her pussy, now sat back on the couch and looked up at her daughter and Betty. She gauged their tempers with a quick, knowing glance and decided that they were both ready for the next stage of her plan.
"How was the surf?" she asked, apparently dismissing her husband completely.
"Very nice," Ann said. "A little cold, though. We got turned on before we went in and we had to take time out for a little hand job. There wasn't anybody down there who was at all interesting, not that I could see."
Betty gasped with horror at the way Ann casually mentioned the fact that they had masturbated. Greta appeared not to think anything about it, though, and the girl could see that masturbation was evidently well accepted in that household. If nothing else, the suggestive way in which Greta now spread her thighs slightly, bringing them up and spreading them to give her fingers greater freedom, showed that she too was no stranger to self-gratification. Betty could see that one of her fingers was pressing up into her cunt, a sight that made her own clitoris throb with, a much more decided persistence.
"Poor dears, having to make do with hand jobs while I was back here getting a full helping of the best prick in the world," Greta murmured. Although her sentence was technically sympathetic, Betty could see that she did not regret for a second the good fortune that had been hers. "Well, the summer is. young, yet; I do not doubt that you will shortly find yourselves a bevy of young men eager to supply whatever deficiencies you might have."
"Oh, it's not so bad," Ann said, speaking up brightly. "Betty here has a super way of getting off. It was just ever so sexy, looking at her while she was doing it. I got so turned on I had a real smasher of a come, too!"
Betty again blushed brilliantly at hearing her sexual expertise being discussed so openly. Greta seemed not to take Ann's frank comment amiss, thereby considerably easing the girl's discomfort. She continued to rub her own pussy idly, as though she wanted to keep her flesh warm and sensitive to the touch. Betty could not help looking; she remembered all too acutely the deliciously erotic sensation of Teddy's thick come seeping from her cunt after an especially rousing fuck and the way she had counted that feeling as one of the really nice parts of the overall sexual experience.
"You mustn't mind me," Greta said, intercepting one of her looks and correctly interpreting its significance. "I just love to play with myself after Ray has removed his prick. Mmmm, so wet and slippery! And feeling his come slip out, that is always a very exciting kind of feeling, too. I shouldn't be surprised if I don't turn to and have myself another come before very long!"
"What a super idea!" Ann cried out, clapping her hands together for emphasis. "Oh, Mom, seeing you and Ray do it really got to me; I'm so turned on I don't know which way is up! Let's get right down and do it, huh? Hey, you'll love watching Betty; she's got the loveliest twat ever and the cutest way of working it!"
Betty's head swam with confusion and, lustful desire. Seeing Ray and Greta conclude their fuck with a superb display of orgasmic fervor had aroused her to an extreme, and now, watching Greta fondle her wet, come-smeared pussy, she felt as though her own pussy had developed into a raw, aching wound. Ann seemed to have absolutely no inhibitions, no sense of restraint, and her brazen suggestion struck Betty with almost cataclysmic force. The bizarre series of stimuli had brought her flesh to a very high degree of excitement and there was nothing she wanted more than the inexpressible joy of again feeling her womb convulse with' orgasmic frenzy.
Ann acted as a catalyst. Seeing that Betty was still too shy to make the decisive move herself, Ann decided that a headlong plunge into lewdness would give her the push she needed in order to take the final step. Ann therefore slipped out of her clothing, throwing the garments aside hastily, and within seconds was totally naked. She seated herself in an armchair directly across from her mother and drew up her knees until she could drape them over the arms, thus opening her pussy to plain view. Grimacing with raw hunger, she reached down and began stroking the discolored lips of her pussy.
"Mmmmm, it already feels good!" she whispered, rolling her eyes with ecstatic pleasure. "C'mon, Betty, don't be bashful! God, you can tell just by looking that you want it too! Don't worry about Mom putting you down; hell, we watch each other finger-fuck all the time!"
"Join us, please?" Greta asked, making her voice into a soothing ointment that went a great distance toward removing any remaining fears or hesitations Betty might have had. "I always love watching another woman give herself pleasure; there is the possibility that I might learn something which I could use in my own search for further excitement! And besides, it makes for a much more erotic atmosphere!"
"I know, I'll go get my tool," Ann said, bounding up from her chair with an overabundance of nervous energy and darting off to her own room. "I'll be back in just a minute!"
Betty was left there with Greta. The woman's eyes bored into her own, exerting an almost hypnotic force, and Betty found herself wanting more and more to throw herself into the spirit of their unusual gathering. She could almost feel Greta crying out to her, urging her to throw off the chains of outmoded prudery, and of their own volition, or so it seemed, her hands came up to begin unfastening her cut-off jeans. She stripped them off slowly and tossed aside the tee-shirt, quivering noticeably as she revealed more and more of her naked body to Greta's searching gaze. The woman did not attempt to disguise her interest in the girl's body, nor did she try hiding the approval which the sight of that superb form elicited.
"Ahhh, you are indeed lovely!" Greta murmured. "Those breasts, they are superb! But only a match for the rest of you, my dear! You are made for love, Betty, truly you are! Those nipples, they could not belong to anyone who had the slightest bit of the Puritan in her makeup! Yes, spread your legs, like that; let me see that lovely... ohhhh, what a beautiful thing that is! Yes, I was right, you are indeed a rare treasure! Mmmm, that I were a man, my dear; how I would love to possess you, to feel you responding to my cock and fucking me!"
Greta's total approval sent another flush of excitement running over Betty's face. She could feel her face and neck burning, though this time with pride; the unabashed excitement in Greta's voice made her heart swell up to several times its usual size. Betty found herself another armchair and eased down into it. She adopted Ann's tactic, hanging her legs over the arms, and adjusted herself so that she would be facing directly toward Greta. The intensity of the woman's steady gaze seemed to ignite new fires of lustful hunger in her body, making her more determined than ever to have her womb churning again with finality.
Ann returned bearing her "tool." Her words had not fully registered on Betty's sex-befuddled mind and thus she gave a pronounced start of shock when she saw the obscenely shaped implement in the girl's hand. Ann carried a dildo, a remarkably lifelike replica of a prick! Long and slender, fashioned from a limber kind of plastic material that bore an amazing resemblance to human flesh, the tool dangled from her fingers so that, for a moment, Betty's disoriented mind suggested that she had somehow removed Ray's cock and was taking it with her. A moment later, however, she saw that it was not as thick as her uncle's prick, though it could easily have been every bit as long.
"Like it?" Ann asked. She held the base of the vulgar implement in front of her pubis, so that it appeared as though she had suddenly grown a huge cock, and laughed engagingly. "It's such a dear! I can use it as much as I want and it never goes soft on me! Quite a change from most of the guys I know, I can tell you that!"
"My dear, I believe that Betty has never seen such a device before," Greta said, turning that all-seeing gaze back upon the girl. "My father gave me one when I was thirteen, one of the most thoughtful things he ever did for me. I wore it out long ago, I need hardly add, and I replaced it with that one there. Since I met Ray, however, it has somehow become much less satisfying, as well as somewhat superfluous, so I decided that I would continue the family tradition and give it to Ann!"
"This is what I had in mind when I was telling you how td teach you all about sucking a guy all the way," Ann explained, fondling the tool lovingly and looking over at Betty with delight. "You can use it to practice on, if you like; it's a marvelous way to learn."
She turned back to her mother and explained that they had spent part of that morning in comparing attitudes toward cocksucking. She mentioned that Betty had an interest in the art but had not yet overcome her repugnance toward having a prick in her mouth. Gretta nodded understandingly and said that this reluctance was very understandable, due to the various unpleasant associations which the act summoned up. Most of these were due, she said, to a misunderstanding of the true nature of oral lovemaking.
"I daresay that you are thinking of a man's cock as his pissing mechanism," she continued. "But that is exactly what it is not, you see! In reality, it is the most important part of his body, the very essence of his sexuality. In taking it into your mouth, you are taking his very being, kissing it and loving it in one of the most intimate ways possible. And as for his sperm, that is at least as essential to him as his very blood! To receive it in one's mouth, that is an extremely loving thing to do, you see."
"And besides that, it just tastes perfectly gorgeous!" Ann added. "Or I've gotten to think so, now that I've had a sample or two!"
"You mustn't let Ann's youthful enthusiasm sway you," Greta advised. "There are some women who never acquire a liking for the taste, just as there are women who never learn to like asparagus or clams, for example. Do not worry about that, my dear. You will be able to make up your own mind when the time comes, never fear."
Greta now sat upright somewhat, halfway between lying flat and sitting straight up. She had her thighs drawn up and spread wide, enabling Betty to watch her busy fingers in great detail. She now released the grip of her fingers on her pussy's lips and withdrew the finger which she had kept thrust into her cunt. At once a thick puddle of creamy, thick sperm gathered in the splayed lips of that prominent slit, then welled forth and trickled out into open view. Greta tensed her abdominal muscles, forcing out another generous portion of the cream; she held her fingers poised just below that darkly flushed cleft and caught the over-flow of mucilaginous semen. Then she began spreading it over the lips of her pussy and rubbing it up into the dainty patch of sculpted pubic hair just above the prominent slit: Betty watched, fascinated, and felt her own body throbbing harder than ever.
"So delicious a sensation, feeling his come seep from my pussy!" Greta purred. A tone of voluptuous ease now softened her voice. "I love to feel it coming out, to rub it over my body! It is one of the most erotic sensations I know!"
Betty could not have replied even if she had known what to say. Her vocal chords seemed paralyzed by the rapidly mounting pressure within her body. She had been rubbing her own pussy lightly, flicking a fingertip back and forth over the lips, but the sight of Greta's sperm-laden fingers moving back and forth over her wet pussy so entranced her that she could not move. Higher and higher the pressure rose, gathering inside her young, ripe womb until it seemed that she must surely burst from the tension.
Ann, meanwhile, had begun working the head of her dildo into her own hot little slit. The tool had a very prominent tip, one well calculated to make a woman cry out with sexual delirium, and she had to seize the semi-stiff shaft with both hands in order to force the big head into the taut,. throbbing mouth of her cunt. She managed to insert the device, grunting out with a sobbing wail of delight as it breached the gap and slipped inside. The sudden cry of agonized distress was enough to wrench Betty's attention toward her.
Betty gasped aloud with astonishment when she saw that Ann was really using the tool to fuck herself. She had somehow not made that connection; her own inclination would have been to contemplate the life-like representation and let the visual imagery provide her with additional stimulation while she caressed her own flesh. Ann's straightforward use of the gadget struck her as immensely more sexual and provoked an almost instantaneous physical reaction in her body.
"Ohhhhh!" Betty groaned, throwing her head back and writhing about in anguish as the storm of orgasmic release flooded through her loins. "Omigod, I've got it; I'm already there, I'm... unnngghhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ooooooohhh!"
"She's coming!" Greta cried out. She began stroking her own pussy at a fast, intense pace as soon as she perceived that Betty was mounting the peak of ultimate sexual pleasure, almost as though she intended ascending her own mountain of pleasure at the same time. "Ohhh, look at her fuck herself! Do it, Betty, do it hard! Make yourself come!"
Ann clenched her teeth and began working the dildo back and forth inside her cunt with quick, abrupt strokes, though it was quite apparent that she was not yet ready for a climax. She attempted to hurry the delicious process along by jabbing at her clitoris with a stiffened forefinger, but even that added stimulation did not bring about the result she desired. Groaning with frustration, she continued to fuck herself with the tool and watched as Greta and Betty churned their way to a loud and heaving conclusion.
Betty knew that they were both watching her. Far from interfering with her enjoyment of the savage climax which ripped through her loins with awesome force, that knowledge rather seemed to make the orgasmic tremors all the more violent. She whimpered weakly as the spasms grew stronger, becoming so intense that she feared she might, lose her tenuous grip on consciousness. Again and again her womb. throbbed. each time emitting a mighty gust of convulsive relief, and it seemed that the heavy waves of climactic frenzy would never cease.
Greta's fingers dipped inside her wet, lathered cunt from time to time, but she mostly concentrated her attention on the outer surfaces of that lustfully aroused slit. Like Betty, she did not need penetration in order to experience the heaviest surges of sexual satisfaction. She caressed every strategic area, even including her tensely puckered anus, and succeeded in giving herself nearly as much pleasure as she had felt when Ray's big prick was erupting inside her cunt earlier.
Ann continued working the dildo into her cunt, and, shortly after her mother and Betty had both given weak, exhausted sighs of satiety, she felt her own womb give a preliminary tremor of warning. Recognizing that her own climax was imminent, she used the big tool even more vigorously and soon .her loins were churning with long, tremulous waves of orgasmic release. Once she had provoked her cunt into giving up its charge of erotic tension, she slowed the in-and-out pace of the dildo and instead concentrated her attention on her clitoris. The index finger of her right hand strummed that volatile little projection with quick, featherlike strokes, just enough to insure that her body realized to the fullest possible extent the magnificent sexual potential which it held.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Betty and I thought we might go down to Margo's tonight after dinner," Ann said to her mother as they were eating their evening meal. "We were talking about it earlier and it sounded like a neat idea."
"Very well," Greta said. "Enjoy your last night of freedom, Betty, before you join the working people of the world!"
Betty had talked earlier that day with Wayne Baxter, part-owner of the artist's supply shop where she was to work that summer. He had told her that she could start work the next day, if she wanted to, though it would be as agreeable to him if she delayed starting until the beginning of the next week. Excited at the prospect of getting out into the world, Betty had told him that she would start the next day. Ann had suggested looking in at Margo's, an artist's hang-out in Hammond's Port which managed to be something of a discotheque and bar. The characteristic which had aroused Betty's deepest interest, however, was the fact that it catered to both the straight and the gay community. Ann had made it sound deliciously wicked and Betty had responded strongly.
Betty knew nothing of lesbians and faggots, as she called them, and she found it difficult to believe Ann when the girl said that they were in no way different from anyone else, except for the matter of their sexual preferences. Ann had told her to come along and see for herself, at which point Betty had agreed. They would have no trouble in being admitted, Ann said, and could stay as long as they did not try to buy cock-tails and did not make nuisances of themselves. Greta's offhanded acceptance of Ann's statement that they intended going to the place gave Betty another of those surprises; Greta did not appear to be worried about their going to a place haunted by homosexuals.
"Sure she knows," Ann said when Betty suggested that perhaps Greta did not know the real nature of their destination. "She and Ray go there quite a bit. Mom doesn't have anything against gays. In fact, I'm pretty sure that she's made it with women a time or two."
"Good heavens!" Betty exclaimed. "I can't believe it! Are... are we likely to get raped or anything?"
Ann assured her that homosexuals were similar to other people in this respect too: they did not ordinarily force their attentions on people who were not receptive to them. There were occasional stories of "forced seduction" but Ann gave it as her opinion that a person was no more likely to get raped by a member of his or her own gender than by one of the opposite variety. Betty began wondering if perhaps Ann had ever followed in her mother's footsteps and succumbed to another woman's advances but she dared not frame the question openly. Instead she tried working toward it by a roundabout way.
"What do they do?" she asked, feeling a little guilty about her prying. "Women, I mean? Wow, I never even thought about doing anything with a woman before!"
"They do about what guys and women do, I guess. Except for the straight-out fucking, of course! You know, they sit around and watch each other finger-fuck, or they do it to each other, or they go down on each other, or they dry hump, stuff like that. At least, that's what sounds most reasonable, wouldn't you think?"
"I suppose so," Betty agreed. "Wow, I just can't see it, though -- doing all that with a woman!"
It was not that the thought of caressing another woman's body disgusted her, nor did she especially shrink back at the thought of a woman touching her own body; her bewilderment was more a matter of being quite unable to fathom a woman taking Teddy's place and lavishing upon her the kind of caresses which he employed with such devastating effect. She sat in silence for a few minutes as they drove along. Then she remembered that Ann had given, as one example ,of lesbian behavior, merely watching another woman masturbate.
"Hey, does that mean that I'm queer?" she asked, a note of frantic terror creeping into her voice. "I mean, you said that they sat around and watched each other and that's just what we were doing this morning! How can that be? I mean, don't we go for guys? You've got to be putting me on!"
"I'm not sure about it myself, but I read somewhere that anything you do with your own sex is homosexual," Ann said. "Anything that's sexy, I mean. And God knows, we were all coming like foxes this morning! But I don't worry about it, myself -- I just do whatever I feel like doing. Other people can classify it however they want; I just do it and enjoy it. And Mom's the same way, I know that. But I sure don't feel like a queer, and just because I got off really great from watching you and Mom do it to yourselves, that doesn't mean that I couldn't turn right around and get a first class case of the hots for a yummy sort of guy, either! Don't worry about it, that's what I say about the whole thing!"
Betty had to admit that that prescription sounded about right to her, though she was far from certain that she would have the presence of mind and maturity to adopt it at once. She consoled herself with the thought that all such questions were primarily academic, since she could not really envision herself even being confronted with an invitation to a lesbian embrace, much less accepting one. Her common sense impelled her to reject the notion that merely watching another woman masturbate could be interpreted as a manifestation of lesbianism.
Betty found that Margo's had a warm, friendly atmosphere and that she was enjoying herself more than she would have thought possible. As far as she could tell, the clientele ran to the blue-jeans and tee-shirt crowd and was, as a whole, very attractive. No one made any untoward advances toward her and before long she felt very much at ease. She and Ann moved among the twenty or thirty people there -- Ann knew almost all of them -- and mingled freely. To Betty's untutored eyes, the people she met looked and acted exactly like any other group she had ever seen. To be sure, there were a few examples of women dancing with women and men with men, though this was not immediately obvious, and there was nothing at all which she could have described as offensive in any sense of the word.
They had been there for about thirty minutes when Betty's attention focused on a slim, feral woman in her mid-twenties, a darkly attractive creature with a personality whose force crackled across the room. Betty began watching her more closely. Clad in a white tee-shirt and tight fitting jeans, she made a striking figure as she danced with a slender blond fellow and a petite girl, also blond; they had evolved a way of facing each other so that they were more nearly three parts of a whole, rather than three individuals. The woman's' sharply pointed breasts pushed out the front of the knit cotton in a way that made it amply clear that she neither wore nor needed a bra. Her fluffy hair, jet black, and her deep tan merely made her more attractive.
"Somebody told me they were living together," Ann said, catching Betty's interest. "All three together, I mean. Everybody's wondering if the guy and the blond girl are really brother and sister; it could be, I guess, because they sure do look a lot alike. Sometimes they both wear guy's clothes and it's almost like you were seeing the same person twice, except that one's a little larger than the other."
"All three?" Betty repeated, uncertain of Ann's meaning. "You mean they take turns with the guy?"
Ann admitted that she was not exactly sure what pattern the trio followed in their, sexual play. She pointed out, however, that this did not have to be the case; a woman who enjoyed both men and women for sexual companionship might very well turn her attentions to either. Betty found this possibility almost incomprehensible and had difficulty in imagining how a woman could turn from a man to another woman and find equal pleasure with either. Ann said that she was fairly certain that there were such people around, an observation which made Betty wonder if perhaps she knew this from firsthand experience. There seemed to be another meaning lurking behind Ann's words, though Betty could not decide for sure what it might be, and she did not feel capable of asking directly what she meant.
"Oh, look!" she said, motioning toward the dark woman and the blonde, who had now begun to concentrate on each other as they danced, almost entirely omitting the masculine portion of their odd trio. "Why, it looks almost as if they're fucking each other!"
The dark-haired woman had taken a more or less stationary position on the dance floor, spreading her feet wide apart. The blonde, more mobile, swayed toward her with tiny, mincing steps and seemed almost on the verge of rubbing her denim-clad crotch up against the rapidly gyrating loins of the other woman. Their hips ground back and forth in patterns which flagrantly proclaimed their sexual basis and indeed it seemed as if they were alone on the dance floor, each concentrating solely on the other. No one could have mistaken the erotic messages they were sending to each other, and, as the recorded music throbbed to a crescendo. one might easily have thought that the two women were humping and grinding their own paths to a climax.
"I'll bet that's something two women could do," Ann, murmured after the record came to a pause and the trio had gone back to their table. "Yeah, I can see it now!"
"Me too," Betty agreed. "It looked as though they were really doing it!"
They left not long afterward, out of deference to Betty's having to go to work the next day. As they drove back to the Wilkensen's cottage, Betty found it impossible to keep from thinking about the animated, blatantly erotic display of female sexuality she had witnessed. She found it somewhat difficult to adjust to the fact of two women displaying their desire for each other so openly -- and she had no doubt that this is exactly what the pair had been expressing through their dance -- but she could not have denied that the sight had affected her strongly. Images of that twisting, gyrating couple, so different and yet so thoroughly in tune with each other, were to remain prominently fixed in her mind until she drifted off to sleep much later.
Ann drove her in to the artist's supply shop the next morning and went in with her to introduce her to Wayne Baxter, the co-owner. Betty decided at once that she liked him and that she would like the job. A tall, slender thirty-year-old with a luxuriantly chestnut-brown beard, Wayne immediately put her at her ease and told her that she should concentrate first on learning the stock and its location. He showed her how to operate the cash register and make out sales slips, though her primary duties were at first mainly to be those associated with stocking the shelves, unpacking new shipments and other tasks that would not involve waiting on customers. By the time Ann left, Betty already felt very much at home. It helped that Wayne's lanky figure was enclosed by a pair of ultra-tight fitting blue jeans., a garment which openly advertised the fact that he was very well hung indeed. As she browsed among the open shelves and the stockroom, Betty was able to spend a part of her time in wondering about his sexuality. He exuded a lot of masculine charm and she could already see that if he were to try, she would have a difficult time in fending off any of his advances.
"Hi! I'm Diana Fisher."
Betty had been rummaging through the stockroom, searching for a carton of pastel chalks, when the vibrant, husky voice interrupted her. She recognized the name; it was that of the shop's co-owner. When she turned to greet her new employer, she received one of the strongest shocks she had ever had: Diana Fisher proved to be none other than the dark, maddeningly attractive woman she had noticed at Margo's the night before! She fumbled wish her words and managed to return the greeting, though she did so with little grace.
"Yes, I thought probably that was you with Ann last night," Diana said, smiling warmly. "I'd have come over to introduce myself, except that I thought that could probably wait until this morning. And I was rather busy, what with Cody and Toady."
Betty remembered with vivid clarity the superlatively sensual way in which Diana had moved her body, seeming to offer it to the tiny blond girl opposite her; the memory sent a flaming spasm of pure lust ripping through her loins. Seen up close and face to face, Diana was even more attractive, she thought. The woman's, tall, slender body exuded sexuality and was a marvel of well-turned perfection. Her rich, raw silk blouse, severely tailored, showed off her firm breasts to perfection and molded the exciting curves of those ultra-feminine globes almost perfectly. She also wore a pair of very tight blue jeans; Betty could see a dainty curve in their crotch, almost as if the material had slipped between the lips of her pussy and was now outlining it with flagrant exactness.
"I have some paperwork to catch up on," Diana said, ignoring Betty's fumbling attempts at making conversation. "Cody is supposed to come in some time later; when she does, would you mind showing her back, please? She's the blond girl I was with last night."
Betty agreed to do that. She heaved a sigh of relief when Diana turned and left her in the stockroom; she found the woman's presence to be highly disturbing and felt very ill at ease in her presence. It was probably Diana's unabashed air of total eroticism which prompted that reaction, she thought. Certainly she had never been around anyone either male or female, whose presence suggested sexual desire and pleasure quite so strongly. Betty could not identify exactly where those electrifying suggestions came from, since there was nothing especially overt or aggressive in the woman's outward appearance and behavior to point to, but she could not deny that she had been power-fully affected merely by being near her.
Betty happened to be in the front of the store when Cody Watkins entered. She recognized the dainty little blonde at once; she was no more than five feet tall and would certainly not have weighed a hundred pounds. Trim, petite and elflike, her short golden-blond hair cut in a boyish style, she managed the difficult feat of appearing somewhat masculine but conveying an impression of hyper-femininity. She even aroused a protective instinct in Betty, who introduced herself and said that she was supposed to take her back to the office.
"Close the door behind you," Diana said to Betty after she had ushered Cody into the little office. "I think that you should stay and see this -- Cody has been very bad, intolerably offensive, as a matter of fact, and she is now to receive her punishment. You might find it instructive, Betty."
"I'm sorry, Diana, I just didn't -- "
"Silence!" Diana rasped, cutting off Cody's protest in mid-sentence. "It is too late for you to make amends in that manner! I want you to strip off your clothing, all of it! This instant, do you hear me?"
Betty looked about anxiously. Diana's voice had developed a sharp, cutting edge and now conveyed intimations of rage and violence. Cody shrank back, fear and shame clear on her lovely. face, but her hands obediently lifted to the zipper in the back of her dress. She unfastened the garment and stepped out of it. Underneath she wore nothing more than a pair of filmy, lacy yellow panties, daintily cut and molded to every curve of her trim little body. She slipped off her sandals and lifted her hands to the waistband of the panties, hesitating there.
"All of it, every thread!" Diana grated. "And you must do it in front of Betty, . too! Perhaps you, will think twice before you disappoint me again!"
Betty's bewildered mind could make no sense out of the affair. If Diana was living with Cody and her look-alike, sharing them and giving herself to both of them, then how could she treat the innocent-looking girl so harshly? She could easily see that Diana was shaming and humiliating her; Cody obviously did not want to undress in front of a perfect stranger. Another harsh command from Diana was enough, however, to cause her to peel her panties down her exquisite thighs and toss them aside. Cody now stood before them stark naked, every facet of her lovely figure open to view.
"Please, don't make me do anything," Cody whispered. Her eyes glistened with tears of shame. "Not here, not now! I just wanted -- "
"What you want is of no importance whatever!" Diana snapped. "My desires are all that matter! I want you to excite yourself! Run your hands over your body, tell us the fantasies which you use to excite your lewd little mind!"
Betty tried to speak but found that her throat had gone so dry that she could not utter a sound. She wanted to leave the office but her feet seemed to have grown to the floor, making it impossible for her to move. Mute and trembling, she watched as Cody lifted her hands to her dainty little breasts. The delicate little mounds were almost of a perfect conical shape; most of their surface was given over to the firm little nipples, which were already the shape of pencil erasers, though somewhat darker in color, and to her areolas, those massive brown circles which proclaimed her arousal. She caressed her breasts lightly, quivering visibly at the touch, and spread her feet wider apart. Leaning back against the wall of the office, she lowered one hand to the apex of her thighs, where a sparse carpet of honey-brown fur marked another highly sensitive spot, and reached in to flip her finger-tips over the lips of her pussy.
"Cody does not like to display her sexuality in front of people whom she does not know well," Diana explained. "An exercise like this ought to go far toward teaching her the value of humility and of obedience to my wishes!"
"Please, don't make me fuck myself!" Cody murmured in a low, pleading tone. "Not here, not now! Ohhhh, Diana, td do anything for you, anything if you'll just not make me do that!"
"Anything?"
"I swear it!" the girl promised, eager to escape the fate which Diana had apparently set for her. "Anything at all!"
"Very well, then you can excite me," Diana said, slightly abating the harshness of her voice. "Here, I will remove my jeans and we'll see just how honest you really are! If you mean what you say, get on your knees and crawl toward me!"
Betty's heart thumped even faster when she heard those words and saw Diana begin removing her tight-fitting jeans. She still could not move or speak; the electricity in the air was so strong that she had become paralyzed. Diana tossed her jeans aside and Betty saw that her guess had been correct; the woman wore nothing at all under them. A small but extremely prominent V of black curling fur decorated the lower part of her belly. The thick patch of pubic hair dominated her tanned flesh, calling attention to her sexuality in no uncertain terms. Her marvelously long legs became even lovelier when they were matched against that blatantly erotic triangle of dark hair. Cody knelt down, as she was instructed, and edged her way toward Diana, who leaned against the office desk, legs spread wide, and awaited the girl's tremulous approach. She looked down, watching closely, and incited Cody with an insistent voice.
"Yes, come closer!" she purred. "Can you see it? Can you see my pussy? I want you to kiss it, Cody! Caress it with your lips and tongue! Lick me until I am hot and wet, the way I want to be, and then you can begin fucking me with your tongue and trying to make me come!"
Betty felt an electrifying charge of sexual excitement run through her loins. Even though she felt sorry for Cody -- as who would not? The girl's humiliation was extreme -- she could not help but feel the erotic energy crackling within the small room. Her own body had become supercharged with sensual arousal and the tension became even more pronounced. She did not stop to think what strange hold Diana might have on Cody, to make her do something which she apparently did not want to do. The animating air of sexual enthusiasm had taken possession of her completely.
"Ahhhh, you love to eat my pussy, don't you?" Diana murmured. She braced her hands against the desk and arched her loins forward, pushing her pussy against the blond girl's face with a soft, pressing insistence. "Ahh, that's the way I like it, soft and gentle, that's the way to bring me up! God, I love to wipe my pussy over your face! Is it sweet and hot enough for you? You like it best when I'm wet and juicy, don't you? Yes, you love to suck me up, getting me ready to come!"
Betty's mind whirled with conflicting, contradictory emotions. The sight of Cody, naked and subservient, kneeling in front of Diana, was considerably erotic in itself, and the domineering way in which Diana rubbed her mature, womanly slit against the diminutive girl's face affected her even more strongly. She felt as though she were intruding, but Diana had made it quite clear that she was to remain; she dared not risk arousing the woman's ire. Even had she decided to leave, she would probably not have been able to do so, due to the weak, uncertain condition of her legs. She knew that her own pussy was frothing and over-flowing with that moist, musk-scented oil which her body generated in times of flagrant arousal. She sensed that even the slightest movement might have forced the tops of her thighs against the heated, swollen lips of her pussy and provoked an unseemly explosion of lusty joy from her own loins.
Betty thus had to watch as Cody continued to work her mouth against Diana's dark-fringed pussy. She could not see exactly what the girl was doing but she could easily imagine, thanks to Diana's explicit descriptions ,and urgings. Diana's voice, becoming more and more tense with rising excitement, signaled her rapidly increasing delight and showed that she would not be able to withstand the torments of Cody's highly active little tongue for very long.
"Ahhh, you suck like an angel!" Diana crowed. She arched her loins forward at an even more acute angle, trembling heavily, and threw her head back in exultant joy. "Oooooh, get your tongue in deep, fuck me down to the core! Eat my pussy, Cody, eat my pussy and -- agghhhhh! Oooooh! Unnnngghhhhhhh!"
Betty's head reeled as she watched Diana's lovely body tremble and quiver with the unmistakable signs of orgasmic release. She could see clearly enough that Diana was reverberating with orgasmic frenzy and thus she got an intimation of the dramatic pleasure which could be had from a member of one's own sex. As she watched, breathless and trembling, Diana thrust herself into Cody's waiting face and delivered herself of the final spasms of convulsive joy. Crying out softly, she gave one last quivering twist of her thighs and then leaned back against the desk, gasping and shuddering with deep breaths.
"Mmmmm, that was just super," she whispered. "I think that will be enough now, my dear; you have acquitted yourself well enough!"
CHAPTER NINE
Diana dismissed Betty with a sigh and a limp, weary wave of her right hand after Cody had pulled back from her loins. Knowing that it would be useless to attempt any kind of work at that time, due to the thoroughly aroused state of her pussy, Betty stopped off at the shop's restroom and relieved herself in her customary fashion. She slipped down her blue jeans, pushing them down around her ankles, and spread her feet as far apart as possible. She reached in between her thighs with a trembling hand, desperately eager for the relief which she knew would shortly be hers, and touched the lips of her pussy.
That organ had become hot and slippery in the extreme, due to the lascivious excitement she had experienced while watching Cody bury her face between Diana's long, exquisitely lovely thighs. Even though the act had been degrading and humiliating in the extreme, it had also been fiercely arousing and Betty's impressionable young nature had responded violently to it. The look of sexual arousal which had come over Diana's beautiful face had been so strong that anyone would have responded to it alone, not to mention the heady thrill of watching as she offered her pussy to Cody.
God, that must be out of sight, Betty thought to herself as she rubbed her fingertip over the lips of her pussy and began thrusting forward with her hips. A hot, wet tongue, slipping around over your pussy that's got to be one of the sexiest things going! And she was loving it, every moment of it; you could tell by the look on her face that she was really getting off. But having a woman do it to you -- that's got to be the weirdest thing ever! I don't know, though; I guess if you closed your eyes you wouldn't be able to tell whether it was a guy or girl going down on you! Betty's hyperexcited condition insured that she did not have to rub her juicy slit long before provoking the inevitable explosion. Her lustfully aroused womb easily gave up its charge of sexual tension, erupting into orgasmic life almost as soon as she touched her clitoris and introduced the tip of another finger into the taut, slippery mouth of her cunt. Arching her hips' forward, she fucked at her hand for a frantic moment or two. She had to clench her teeth together to keep back the cries of delight which threatened to burst from her throat as her pussy gave out a satisfying series of hearty throbs. The sweet, musk-scented oil poured from her cunt as the orgasmic spasms mounted higher, running down over her fingers, and she finished herself off with a short flurry of jabbing motions that sent her middle finger spearing up into the inner reaches of her cunt. The rapid in-and-out motion naturally reminded her of Teddy and again she wished for his cock, that thick-barreled plunger, and for the way it could pierce her to the core and then spit out such marvelously pleasing jets of hot, sticky cream.
After recovering from her climax and determining that she did not look overly rumpled, Betty returned to the shop. She worked out the remainder of the day without having to be alone with Diana, a fact for which she was extremely grateful, and she felt very relieved when Wayne began closing the shop, shortly before six o'clock. Diana betrayed no sign of remorse, pity or any other discernible reaction to the way she had treated Cody and, in fact, Betty sometimes found it difficult to believe that the mystifying episode had really occurred. She had only to consult her memory for it to be made startlingly real, however; she could easily remember seeing Diana lean away from the desk and twist from side to side, slowly forcing her pussy against Cody's busy mouth and then pulling back slightly, only to press against that lovely face once again, more insistent than ever.
Ann walked into the shop just before closing time. She announced that Ray and Greta had been invited out for dinner and that she and Betty were to be left to their own devices. That being the case, she said, she thought that a dinner at Harry's Fish House and then a visit to Margo's would be most in order. Betty demurred, whispering that she would explain once they were alone. She followed Ann out to the car, which Ray had turned over to them for the evening, and said that something had happened at the store, something of such importance that she could not wait to tell Ann about it.
"Let's just get a hamburger or something and take it home," she urged. "This is so out of sight you'll never believe it!"
Ann managed to subdue her interest just enough to keep from asking too many questions while they ordered their hamburgers and then drove back to the cottage. Betty found herself impatient and eager to tell the girl about the bizarre scene she had witnessed between Cody and Diana, and, as soon as they were inside the Wilkensen's cottage, she began. Ann listened closely, then grinned lewdly when Betty began describing how Diana had made Cody strip and then crawl toward her. A devilish light of excited interest danced in her eyes as she listened to Betty's account, which became more and more intense as she proceeded.
"It was just awful, the way she treated that poor girl!" Betty said after she had finished her tale. "I wouldn't have believed that one person could be so cruel as that, especially to another person. But what really bugs me is this: why would Cody let her get away with such awful stuff? Why did she go through with it?"
"Who knows, maybe Cody was digging it too," Ann suggested. "Maybe she didn't really hate it, not deep down inside. Ever think about that?"
Betty admitted that that possibility had not occurred to her. Ann went on to state that there were people in the world who developed their greatest amount of sexual arousal from being punished, either actually or symbolically, not that she could definitely say that Cody belonged to that group. Betty expressed dismay at hearing that and Ann countered by describing a date she had had with a painter from Boston the summer before. He had taken her to his studio, where he had asked her to paddle his naked rump.
"He even had a ping pong paddle there," Ann said, smiling at Betty's look of horror. "At first I didn't much like the idea, but when he dropped his shorts and I got a peek at his cock, I just knew that I couldn't pass that up! Mmmm, was that guy ever hung! Even soft, it looked like a salami, a whole one! I figured that if I had to whack his butt a little to get that thing stiff, and if it grew out to be what it looked as though it could be, then I was going to beat the living shit out of him. And would you believe it? I hadn't whacked him more than three or four times and that thing came up like nothing you ever saw! I asked Mom about it afterward and she said there are people like that -- they really need to be whacked around a little before they can get hot."
Betty still found the idea a difficult one to accept. The idea of associating pain with sexual arousal was so foreign to her that she could not make the connection at all. Ann told her not to worry, that what Diana did with Cody, or to Cody, was strictly between them and nobody else's business. Betty could accept that advice easily enough, though she was not sure that her future relations with Diana might not be adversely affected.
"You turned on to watching them, didn't you?" Ann asked, measuring her with a shrewd, knowing glance. "I mean, you really dug it, seeing Cody nuzzle her and use that tongue! You were wondering what it would be like if you were in Diana's place, weren't you?"
Betty turned a brilliant scarlet and sputtered weakly. The strength of her reaction was not due to the scandalous nature of Ann's charge, but to the accuracy of the accusation. She could not see how Ann had diagnosed her inner feelings so completely; it was almost as if the girl could look inside her skull and read her innermost thoughts. Ann smiled knowingly and reached out to take her by the arm. Betty allowed herself to be led toward the girl's bedroom; her feet shuffled numbly and her head reeled with conflicting emotions.
"You mustn't feel bad about it," Ann told her. "I know how you feel, your guy so far away and you being exposed to all these horny goings on. Diana's very lovely and seeing Cody eat her pussy out would get anybody turned on. So what if you want to know what it's like, being eaten out by a girl? It doesn't mean that you're queer or anything bad! Come on, I'll show you what it's like! Hey, I'll do it to you just like Cody did it to Diana, how'll that be?"
Betty's befuddled head seemed stuffed with cotton. Ann's insidiously effective words had ignited fires of lustful desire within her body and, though her conscience cried out against submitting to the girl's obscene proposal, she could feel her resistance ebbing away with every beat of her heart. They entered Ann's bedroom and Betty felt the girl's fingers on her body, lifting up the bottom of her tee-shirt and puffing it up. She meekly allowed the garment to be stripped off and made no show of resistance when Ann reached out to touch her naked breasts.
Betty's nipples had already grown into hard, hot cones of supersensitive flesh and she quivered hard as Ann's fingers glided over their surface. She sucked in a quick, sharp breath as the girl's fingers fanned the inner flames into an all-consuming inferno. Ann stroked her breasts for a moment, leaning back to watch the effects of her touch. She could see that Betty was in the grip of powerful emotions, which was exactly what she desired, and she smiled thinly. She bent forward and brushed her lips over Betty's left nipple, opening her mouth slightly to caress the inflamed nub of hypersensitive flesh with her tongue; Betty groaned loudly and swung her left shoulder forward, crushing her breast against Ann's mouth.
"Yes, you want it," Ann whispered. Her hands went down to the front of Betty's jeans and quickly opened them. She began stripping them down the trembling girl's thighs. "You might as well find out now what it's like. God, I've been wanting to do this; it's simply ages since I've eaten a pussy and I just know that yours is going to be so wet, so sweet and hot! Ohhh, I want to feel you coming against my mouth! Ill be good for you, Betty, I swear it!"
She left the jeans in a rumpled pile around Betty's ankles. Now only a thin film of lacy nylon covered Betty's pussy and Ann quickly peeled down her panties, gasping with delight when she had uncovered the triangle of dark hair growing at the base of that deliciously curved belly. She pulled the panties down to Betty's ankles and then reached up to clasp the girl's buttocks in her strong fingers. She dug in deep, massaging those lush mounds of firm flesh, and leaned forward to kiss Betty's navel. Her hot, questing tongue flickered out, explored the tender recesses of that dimpled opening and then moved lower, traversing the highly responsive skin covering Betty's abdomen. Her lips seemed charged with fire and transmitted a furious blast of ardent, raw sexuality to the girl's flesh.
Betty whimpered with genuine anguish. She could feel the torment growing deep in her womb, taking possession of her flesh with a totality that could have only one outcome. She struggled to gain control over her rampant emotions, though she knew that she would not be able to do so. Surrendering to the desire swirling through her loins, she lifted her right foot, freeing it of the rumpled jeans and panties, and spread her feet apart. That gesture signified her surrender and Ann took quick, full advantage of it.
Her lips moved down to that dark, erotically stimulating patch of dark fur and then further, dipping down onto Betty's thighs. She nibbled delicately at their tenderly aching flesh, deliberately teasing tip girl and heightening her inner agony. Betty sensed her purpose and groaned with frustration. She spread her feet even wider, opening herself to the utmost, and then grasped Ann's head with her right hand. She guided that knowing mouth into place, gasping with anticipation, and then cried out piteously when she felt the girl's lips brush against her pussy. The contact was even more invigorating than she would have guessed; she arched her hips forward and fucked herself against that marvelously thrilling mouth with short, quivering strokes of her hips.
"Anngghhh! Owwwww!" she screamed as her womb dissolved into a quick, flaming inferno of lustful sensation. "Omigod, I'm -- unnngghhhhh! Aiiieeeeeee!"
Ann's tongue slithered between the lips of her pussy and probed the rim of her cunt, sliding around that marvelously inflamed aperture with dramatically effective results. She lapped hungrily at the sweet oils of orgasmic excess which poured from that dainty canal; the wondrously stirring taste of hot, frenzied woman-come induced her tongue into extra paroxysms of sensual stimulation. Again and again she licked at Betty's throbbing cunt, always intensifying the pressure, and she did not stop until the girl gave a weak, wailing cry of pain and abruptly pushed her away.
"God, I can't stand it!" she whimpered. "You're almost killing me! I've come so much I feel like I'm dying!"
She barely managed to totter over to Ann's bed, where she collapsed in a limp, unknowing sprawl. Ann watched her from her kneeling position. A smile of pure 'satisfaction played over her lips as she watched. After a moment she rose to her feet and went over to her dresser, where she opened a drawer and took out the dildo she had used the day before. Betty watched, unmoving, and saw her approach with the lethal instrument in her right hand. Ann sat down on the edge of the bed beside the girl and reached out with the dildo, touching it to one of Betty's breasts. Betty flinched as the soft, fleshlike substance of the tool brushed against her nipple, which had lost some of its darkness and hardness.
"Wh-wh-what are you going to do with that?" she stammered.
"It's more a question of what you're going to do with it," Ann replied. "I know that I always like to get a good fuck after I've been eaten out good. You know, to get the last of the tension out, to have myself a really good come. How about it, Betty, wouldn't you like to fuck yourself with this? And later, maybe, I could start showing you how you can take all of a guy's cock into your mouth, so you can really give a first-rate blow job. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Betty shrank back slightly. There seemed to be no end to Ann's depravity, just as there seemed to be no limit to her own readiness to engage in types of sexual activity which she had never contemplated before. Ann's words had released another storm of sexual arousal within her body and, as she looked down at the pink tool, which Ann continued to press against her breasts, she could not help admitting that her lusts had not yet been fully satisfied, There was, in fact, a lingering desire still present in her cunt, locked in the deeper portions which no human tongue could ever hope to touch, and she immediately sensed that the tool in the girl's hand would be able to give her the kind of deliverance she most wanted. At the same time, though, she felt very reluctant to avail herself of the offer, however kind its intention might have been. "Or maybe you'd rather watch me fuck myself with it," Ann continued. "And then you could use it! Would you like that more? To fuck yourself with it after I've gotten it hot and juicy inside my own cunt? That would make it a lot sexier, don't you think? Here, give it to me and I'll give myself a shot!"
Ann had been pressing the dildo into Betty's hand but now she grabbed it back, or attempted to do so; Betty resisted giving up the lewd implement. She suddenly wanted it to herself, and, opening her thighs, she brought the knobby head down to the lips of her pussy. She parted those dewy petals with the fingers of her left hand and guided the conical, flaring tip of the tool up to them with her right. She held the head nestled against the rim of her cunt for a moment and then began pressing it into place. Ann did not resist; she was only too happy to watch Betty use the obscenely shaped tool on herself and she moved around so that she could look directly between the girl's thighs.
"Mmmm, it almost looks like a real cock, going in you like that!" she muttered. "You'll have to take it easy for a minute or two, let your pussy coat it with that sweet, slippery oil. Then you'll be able to start giving it to yourself good. Yes, you just work it in slowly, just as though it were a real cock! Ohhh, Betty, you do such a beautiful job of fucking yourself! I'm dying to see you make it with a guy; I know you'll just leap out of your skin when you feel a big, thick prick going all the way up your cunt and then flooding you with jism!"
Ann's words affected Betty in a remarkably direct and powerful way. Even though she had felt her womb being tom apart only minutes before by an incredibly strong burst of climactic madness, Betty sensed that the cunningly fashioned tool would be able to bring her off again, and within a very short time. The tool's designer had sculpted it so that the veins were especially prominent and these, as she discovered, pressed against the walls of her cunt in such a way as to make its presence even more exciting and stirring than she could ever have guessed. She rammed it deep, pushing it in so far that only an inch of the shaft remained outside her cunt, and then she began twisting it about inside her flesh. The circular motion caused the dildo's undulations to scrape against her lustfully aroused inner flesh in ways that marvelously intensified her cunt's heavy throbbings and thus hastened the burst of mad, churning frenzy which signaled the onset of her orgasm.
"Fuck! Fuck it hard!" Ann urged, her voice growing tense with rising excitement as she watched Betty twist and heave about under the whiplash sting of the long, powerful climax. "Ohhh, come, damn you, come all over yourself! I love watching you come! God, I wish I had a cock as long as my arm; I'd get on you and I'd fuck you till you couldn't stand up! I'd fuck you in the cunt and I'd fuck you in the ass and then I'd shove it back in your cunt so that I'd come harder than ever! And then, after I'd shot my nuts off in your cunt, then I'd pull it out and make you suck it till you'd licked every drop of come off it!"
Ann leaned over Betty at the very height of her orgasm and touched her lips to the girl's right breast. Her lips enclosed the swollen, discolored nipple, grasping it firmly, and her tongue slipped over it with quick, darting strokes; that added bit of sexual stimulation was enough to make Betty's overheated cunt give up its last bits of erotic arousal with one final, wailing burst of orgasmic frenzy. She lifted her hips completely off the bed and pushed the dildo deeper into her aching cunt, crying out with wonder as her body throbbed and reverberated with massive jolts of conclusively gripping delight.
Betty's success in using the dildo, coupled with Ann's forward behavior, broke down the final barriers of her girlish inhibitions. When Ann suggested, fifteen minutes later, that Betty rouse herself and use the dildo on her, she readily consented; she no longer had any worries about participating in lesbian lovemaking and she would gladly have performed any act which Ann had proposed. Betty wielded the tool in an amateurish fashion, but that very lack of skill seemed to provoke Ann into extraordinary expressions of lustful release. Again and again she cried out with unfeigned pleasure as she felt the tool slither back and forth inside her cunt, always stroking the most sensitive portions and giving her vast delight.
Later that evening, as they lay side by side on the bed, naked and sated from their drastic exertions, their talk turned to other forms of sexual expression. Ann remembered her promise to Betty, that she would teach her how to maneuver all of a stiff cock into her throat, and she suggested that they begin their lessons at once. Ann had the. dildo in her own cunt when she put forward the idea, as Betty well knew, and the idea of mouthing the lewd device fresh and hot from her friend's body struck her as intensely sexual. She indignantly refused when Ann suggested going into the bathroom and washing the dildo.
"No, let me have it just like. it is!" Betty muttered. "Wet and juicy, flavored with cunt and come and all that good stuff!"
Ann smiled tenderly and agreed. She withdrew the dildo from her pussy; as Betty had hoped, it emerged bearing a thick, juicy coating of feminine love-oils. Ann said that the best position for learning the tactic would be lying on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed; this would enable her mouth and throat to form a straight line and thus facilitate the deepest penetration. Ann stood beside the bed and held the base of the dildo against her pubis, so that it jutted out on the horizontal, almost exactly like a real prick. To Betty, the sight was an especially beguiling one, and she felt her body beginning to grow warmer and more alive with erotic desires as she contemplated the strange sight.
"You look so odd!" she, exclaimed, looking up at Ann with wonder. "That thing really looks like a prick, you know? But with those boobs up there, the two together look so out of sight! Mmmmm, I'm going to love this, I just know it!"
"You'll have to concentrate on relaxing your throat," Ann advised. "I'll feed it to you real slow and if you feel like you don't want to continue, just reach up and grab my wrist -- I'll pull it out whenever you say!"
To her vast and complete surprise, Betty learned that there was nothing at all to the trick. Perhaps it was Ann's warm, compassionate attitude which accounted for Betty's ability to relax and concentrate on opening her throat enough to admit the soft, slippery head of the dildo. At any rate, the broad, cunt-flavored head of the tool slipped into place with very little difficulty, so that Ann declared that she would never have believed it possible. She had taken several nights of concentrated work before she had mastered the art, she said, and had failed entirely on her first two sessions of work.
"You'll love it, feeling a guy shove it down deep like that," Ann promised. "I know that you're going to think it's just incredibly sexy. And the guys, wow! Do they ever get their balls cranked up tight when they see you taking it all! It's like it was the sexiest thing that ever happened to them!"
"Yeah, I can just imagine, Betty sighed, "Damn, I wish Teddy were here -- I'd love to take him on tonight; the way I feel now, I could swallow his load and still want more of it! Yeah, am I ever going to have a surprise for him when he shows up!"
CHAPTER TEN
When Betty returned to her own room later that evening, after having resisted Ann's pleas to remain there and share her bed, she slept soundly. The extra tension of her first day at work, together with the understandable excitement of having watched Diana in action with Cody and then her own lascivious escapade with Ann, had left her very tired. She slept hard until the next morning, when Greta woke her up. Betty ate breakfast quickly and rode to the shop with Ann. She maintained an uneasy silence during the ride, saying almost nothing to the girl with whom she had explored such stimulating new terrain the night before. Ann felt a little put out that Betty had suddenly turned so cold, but she wisely refrained from trying to push the issue. She dropped the girl off at the shop and returned to the cottage where, as she had expected, she found Greta back in her big bed with Ray. Ann walked into the bedroom and saw her stepfather reclining; Greta was stretched out beside him and had at least two-thirds of his huge prick in her mouth. The rod was already fully grown and as hard as it had ever been.
"Ah, back in time for the family hour," Ray commented, grinning easily.
"Hey, look, you two, I've got something interesting to talk about," Ann said. "Unless you're really hot to get it on, I mean."
"What is it?" Greta asked, removing her mouth from her husband's stiff cock and looking up. "I intend getting this lovely prick, but I can wait a few moments."
She continued to caress that marvelously swollen tool as she listened. Ann immediately plunged into an account of the previous night, beginning with the time she had picked Betty up at the shop. She did not omit a single detail and she spent plenty of time in describing the things she had done with and to Betty. Ray and Greta both listened attentively, obviously pleased with Ann's success in helping Betty realize more of her sexual potential; neither of them seemed to think it wrong that Ann had taken the steps she did.
"But this morning, it was the weirdest thing," Ann concluded. "When we got in the car to drive into town, she wouldn't hardly speak to me at all! Really, you'd almost think we'd never seen each other before!"
"No, that should not be too surprising," Greta said. "I imagine that she is only just now beginning to realize some of the full implications of what you two did together. Yes, she is probably being consumed by guilt and doubt, the product of that perfectly awful, repressive background of hers. I'm sorry, Ray, to be so harsh on your relatives, but I must speak the truth as I see it!"
"No, I know what you're talking about," Ray said. "There's a lot to be said for Sis but I've got to admit that she's sort of uptight when it comes to sucking and fucking, I guess. Sure, we used to get it on when we were in high school, but it really used to tear her up inside, that she liked a cock all that much!"
"We really ought not to allow her warped back-ground to stand in the way of her own sexual development," Greta mused. 'Betty is such a lovely girl, she needs to realize that there is nothing especially immoral or shameful about what she did with you, Ann. Ahhh, I would have loved seeing that! And I must say, my dear, I envy you greatly -- I had somehow hoped that I would be the first woman to taste of her pussy! She did not return the favor?"
"No, I think she was just about to say something about going down on me but then she seemed to back off," Ann said. "That was right after I'd started fucking her in the mouth with the tool. I thought sure she'd want to; it was fresh out of my pussy and I made sure to stand up so she could look right up between my legs while I was shoving it in her mouth."
"So, there is still that for her to learn about," Greta said, smiling thoughtfully. "But first there are other matters to see to. Ann, I believe that you have earned yourself a reward for your fine work. If you want to, you may have the honor of being the first to fuck our Ray this morning!"
She had noticed the eager, hungry way in which Ann had been looking at his big prick and had correctly deduced that the girl would welcome the chance of having its heft thrust into her tender flesh. Ann grinned with delight and began peeling off her clothes. Greta rolled away from her husband and sat up, reaching for the telephone on the nightstand. She dialed the number of the artist's supply shop where Betty was working, and, luckily, had her call answered by Wayne Baxter. She gave him a succinct but informative account of the evening Betty had spent with Ann, one to which he listened with great interest. She went ahead to tell him that, in her opinion, Betty might be going through a slight identity crisis.
"I mean, she is probably wondering now if she is perhaps a lesbian," Greta explained. "You know, having doubts about her heterosexual nature. I would not be surprised if you were to find her a particularly easy target this morning. Perhaps no more than a word might be enough to convince her that she ought to avail herself of that lovely cock of yours."
"Yes, I can see what you mean," Wayne said. "Right. And thanks for the information; I'll certainly try to use it wisely!"
Greta hung up the phone, knowing that he would not wait long before attempting to act on her advice. She turned her attention back to her daughter and husband, who were enjoying themselves to the fullest. Ann was poised over his loins, half-kneeling and half-squatting; she had reached down to take his stiff cock in her right hand and was in the #ct of rubbing the naked, flaring head up and down the hot, tender furrow between the lips of her pussy. It was a tactic she had learned from Greta, who held that there was nothing so stimulating, as a big, hard cock touching one's pussy, and she ,had found that her mother was right.
"Take your time," Greta purred, moving closer to them. "I will help you fuck each other, have no fear of that! Ohhh, my darlings, I cannot express the wonder and love I feel when I see you two fucking each other so happily!"
She knelt beside them and reached out to caress her daughter's smooth, firm hip. Her fingers played lightly over the delectable flesh, sending delicious little shudders of anticipation rushing through Ann's lithe body, and gradually she worked the tips of her fingers down into the crevice between the girl's buttocks. She deliberately avoided the anal opening, though she knew that it was highly sensitive to any kind of stimulation; her fingertips surrounded the puckered orifice with light strokes but did not touch it directly. Instead she reached further between Ann's hips and played with the lips of her pussy, fluttering her fingers around the head of her husband's cock and enormously adding to the girl's arousal.
"Ohhh, God, I want it!" Ann burst out suddenly. Ray had reached up to cup her fiery-nippled breasts in his big palms, giving her an extra measure of erotic delight. "It's been ages since I've had a real fuck! Ohhh, I'm so tired of fucking myself with the tool; I want to feel it going all the way up and shooting off a great, huge load of the hottest come in the whole world!"
"You will feel it," Gretta promised as she leaned forward to rub her cheek into the small of the girl's back. "I know that you will feel it, just the way you want it! He is so virile, so powerful! Tell me when you. are ready, my dear, and I will place his cock in you!"
Greta continued running her right hand over Ann's tense body. Once she allowed the tip of her middle finger to graze ever so lightly over the girl's anus; even that slight, fleeting touch provoked a mighty grunt of fevered pleasure from Ann's throat, telling Greta that she would respond with special favor to a finger being thrust into that opening. She decided to delay that treat, since it would be even more effective if applied later.
Suddenly Ann shifted her position and leaned forward. She reached up to cup one of her swollen breasts in her right hand and then twisted her shoulders, bringing the maroon-hued cone down to Ray's waiting lips. He accepted the offering with relish and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Ann gasped aloud with new pleasure as his tongue caressed her lust-inflamed flesh. In moving forward to bring her breast within reach of his mouth, she necessarily had to lean her entire body forward and thus broke the energizing contact between her pussy and his cock.
Greta quickly reached down to take the tool into her own hand. She maneuvered it into a vertical position, pointing straight up between her daughter's trembling thighs; the head glistened with an appetizing coating of the girl's ripe pussy drip. No woman on earth could have resisted so tempting a morsel, especially not a woman like Greta, and she bent down to enclose the massive, mushroom-shaped head in her lips. The taste of Ann's sweet young pussy collaborated with the warmth and bigness of her husband's prick to inspire her tongue into an especially arousing series of quick, hard strokes.
Ray's highly skilled tongue set off a dynamic chain reaction inside Ann's hot body, exactly the effect he desired. Choking out a whimpering plea for deliverance, she tore her breasts from his mouth and leaned backward. Greta moved with such grace and skill that her movements seemed planned. Pulling her mouth away from Ray's cock, she directed the head of the stiff, hot organ into the lips of her daughter's slick pussy. The flaring tip of his prick easily splayed those purple lips and spread them wide apart as it penetrated the cunt opening. At the same time, Greta moved her face toward Ann's firm buttocks. Delving between them, she managed to flick the tip of her hot tongue over the rim of the girl's asshole, a caress which brought a choked shriek of erotic joy from her throat.
"Now fuck him hard!" Greta muttered. She reached between her thighs and plunged the middle finger of her left hand into her cunt's mouth, where it quickly took on a thick coating of her musk-flavored lubricant. "I've got him hard and hot for you, darling; now you must do the rest and suck the come from his balls with your cunt! Yes, and I will stimulate your delicious little asshole with my finger -- I've had it in my own cunt, so it will go in easily! There, do you feel that?"
Greta's amply lubricated finger easily slipped into the tight, clutching rim of her daughter's young asshole. She did not have to insert the finger to any great depth in order to provide the girl with enough stimulation; most of the feeling in Ann's anus was located, as she well knew, in the rim, and a slight penetration would provide her with just as much excitement as a deeper thrust. She therefore contented herself with rimming her daughter lightly and pushed her finger no more than an inch or so into the marvelously tight little canal.
Ray showed no such restraint, at least not after the thick shaft of his cock had breached the tender, nerve-packed mouth of Ann's fiercely aroused cunt. He had fucked her before, often enough to know that she liked for the entry to be accomplished slowly and tenderly and then to receive a long, swooping thrust that had his prick slicing deep into the innermost reaches of her cunt. Once the tool had been firmly planted and the especially sensitive opening had adjusted to the huge girth Ann was then ready for a massive, bull-like thrust. He delivered that breathtakingly effective shove just as she wanted it, sending at least two-thirds of his prick spearing up into the hot, clutching confines of her cunt and bringing a shrill, wavering cry of agonized pleasure from her lips.
Ann held herself absolutely still as he drove deeper into her body, not moving except for a series of strong but quite involuntary shudders. When he had reached the apex of his stroke and his prick was almost entirely inside her cunt, he stopped and withdrew slightly, intending to ram the stiff tool farther into her body. She cried out violently when she felt him pull away from her; the retreat unleashed a perfect torrent of fucking activity within her supple body. Grunting and heaving with frenzied energy, she began twisting her hips and writhing about in ways that made her tight little cunt grasp his cock and caress it without mercy. The presence of her mother's cannily placed finger in her asshole sparked her into additional gyrations of pure lust.
Quivering and gasping with delight, Ann worked her hips even faster. Her abdomen gave a series of strong clutches, working in time with the beat of her heart, and thus forced the muscles surrounding her cunt to contract with remarkable power. Greta had taught her how to use those muscles, how to train and develop them for her own enjoyment as well as that of her partners, and Ann had diligently sought to make her cunt into as well trained an organ as it could possibly become. Ray happened to be in the best position for reaping the benefits of those lascivious exercises, which Ann enjoyed quite as much for the sexual pleasure they gave her as for the skills they developed. His prick felt as though it had been gripped by a human hand. Ann's well-trained young cunt clasped and contracted strongly, exerting a highly perceptible pressure on his cock as she worked her hips up and down with ever increasing energy.
Spurred on by the presence of her mother's finger in her asshole, Ann gave a mighty lunge and settled herself on Ray, fully impaling herself on his lustfully engorged prick. The lips of her pussy flattened themselves against the base of his cock, and her clitoris, greatly enlarged and fearfully swollen with sensual vigor, scraped into the mass of wiry fur growing around the thick shaft. She snapped her hips backward and scraped her clitoris into that patch of dark hair; the invigorating contact sparked another flurry of spasmodic cunt contractions and brought sharp, gasping cries of anguished delight from deep in her throat.
"Unnngghhh! I'm coming!" she wheezed, twisting her ass about in a mad, heated frenzy of completion. "Ooooooh, I'm coming all over! Agghhhhh! Owwwwww!"
"Ohhh, God, I'm coming too!" Ray snorted. His balls gave a sudden lurch and swelled up to almost twice their normal size as they prepared themselves for the eruption of sensual pleasure. "Aurrgghhhhhh! Shake it, Ann, shake your ass and fuck my dick! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Make your cunt ugghhhhh! -- make it suck my cock! Suck me off with your cunt! Ohhhhhh, do it now!"
His agonized cries of exultation spurred the girl into a final burst of erotic endeavor. Sensing that she had him very near the bursting point, Ann summoned up the last of her strength and spent it in short order. Even though her own climax was mounting to an almost unbearable peak, she continued to fuck down at him and within a few moments her abandoned efforts produced the reward she sought. Ray stiffened his body and lunged upward, lifting her up onto his loins and sending his prick a fraction of an inch farther into her hot, juicy cunt.
"Now you're fucking!" Greta cried out. She could sense their mad delight and sought to intensify it to the greatest possible extent. "Give it to her, Ray, give her your cock! Take his come, Ann, take it all! Suck it up with your cunt! Drain his balls, darling, suck all the come out of them! Fuck him good and then I shall suck both of you! I'll lick his come out of your cunt, darling, and bring you off again! Fuck her hard, Ray; shower her cunt with your spunk!"
Her encouragement sparked them into a last, heaving burst of sexual activity. Ann screamed with delight when she felt his thick cock swell and begin shooting out those flame-hot jets of thick come. The creamy spray saturated the mouth of her womb and flooded every surface of her inner canal; his cock continued to throb and pulse heavily. Ann cried out again each time she felt the huge rod swell up inside her cunt. Gradually her hips slowed their furious pace and she settled down upon him, panting heavily.
Greta's well-placed finger had registered every cunt contraction which her daughter had experienced. The girl's asshole twitched and clutched feverishly as her cunt churned out its waves of sexual madness; indeed, the mere presence of a finger in her asshole made her pleasure all the stronger and more enduring. Greta held her hand in place until she was certain that Ann had fucked her way completely through the orgasm, then slowly removed it. She bent down to rub her cheeks against the girl's buttocks and gradually worked her way lower, until her lips brushed up against her husband's depleted balls. She licked the sac tenderly, knowing that Ray was in no condition to feel her caress, much less to respond to it; she merely enjoyed feeling his balls against her tongue.
Ann had pitched forward on Ray's body and now lay inertly atop him. She relaxed and stretched out almost full length, still keeping his prick well up her cunt. From time to time she stirred softly and emitted soft, whimpering groans of ecstatic delight at having him still planted in her flesh. After a few moments she revived somewhat, enough to toy with the idea of trying for yet another climax, but then she remembered her mother and how she had willingly surrendered her husband for her own daughter's sexual pleasure. The memory stirred her with gratitude and affection strong enough to overcome her own desires. She willingly lifted her loins off Ray and pulled her cunt up the broad, still erect prick which had dealt her such outstanding pleasure.
Greta, seeing what Ann intended, positioned herself to receive the maximum benefit from the girl's generosity. She knelt over her husband's knees and looked up his body expectantly. His prick emerged from the girl's hotly lathered cunt-in fine condition; the all-out fucking action had insured that his prick had churned his prodigious load into a froth that would be all the tastier because of being thoroughly mixed with her daughter's tender oils. Ann's fierce state of excitement had insured that her cunt would produce an unusually large quantity of those natural lubricants, which also lent such an exciting flavor and aroma to her pussy, and Greta knew that they would taste sexier than ever because of the addition of Ray's sperm.
Greta therefore reached out to take that big prick as soon as it had cleared the girl's pussy. Levering it back toward her, she mouthed it with hunger and soon had almost all of it thrust into her mouth. The moist condition, so redolent of sex and lust, made her clitoris hum with new bursts of erotic desire. She sucked him eagerly and devoted herself to the task with such fervor that Ray might almost have come again, had Ann's tender, powerful young cunt not milked his prick with such vigor. She had not expected him to come, though she would have been overjoyed to have received a hearty discharge in her throat; she merely wanted to suck his prick while it was fresh and wet with his come and Ann's cunty love-dew.
As soon as she had licked and sucked most of the moisture off his cock, she pulled back somewhat, keeping the head still firmly planted in her mouth, and looked up. Ann had turned completely about and was now squatting over Ray's chest, looking down at her with hot eyes. Greta could look directly between the girl's thighs, squarely into the bruised, battered lips of her pussy, and she could clearly see the signs of the savage fuck Ann had had: a thick, creamy froth still decorated the outer lips of her pussy, lending an incredible attraction to them, and a thin trickle of even thicker cream was just beginning to seep from the dark inner lips. The sight of such a delectable feast inspired Greta into even quicker action than she had planned.
"I want you both!" she panted, her voice thick and coarse with sexual hunger. "Ohhh, I want to feel him fucking me while I suck you off! Get on me, Ray, put it in my cunt and fuck me while I lick your come out of her cunt!"
With that, she scrambled around to assume a kneeling position off his body. She lifted her ass high in the air, so that the scarlet lips of her pussy peeped through her trim thighs, and waited for Ann to settle on her back in front of her. Ann did so, bringing her knees up high and clasping them with her hands; the elevated position insured that her rump lifted up and that her pussy was easily accessible to her mother's eager lips. Ray quickly got into a kneeling position behind his wife and aimed the broad, purple head of his prick up into the target she had set for him. Her long period of sexual arousal had left her pussy wet and dark with lusty fervor. He knew that it would be tight and hot, exactly the way he wanted it, and he hastened to work his cock into place. The inner lips parted easily, seeming to spread of their own volition to welcome his meat, and he nudged the big, flaring head up snugly against the mouth of her cunt.
Greta groaned loudly when she felt his cock brushing against her tenderest flesh. Her sound was muffled by Ann's throbbing pussy; she had already glued her lips to that tender young slit and was working her tongue into the delicate little opening between them. The taste of raw, hot sex inflamed her mind with lustful inclinations and spurred her tongue into frantic exertions of lascivious activity. She thrust it out, stiffening it at the same time, and worked it deeper into her daughter's hot, juicy cunt. She licked the fervently aroused little slit with genuine hunger, seeking to extract every drop of her husband's come, and in so doing, of course, excited Ann mightily. She continued tongue-fucking the girl and sucking at the discharge of sperm; at the same time, she ground her hips about in a circular fashion as Ray worked his cock deeper into her own cunt.
His prick gave off fantastically strong emanations of lust, and, as he probed deeper, she could feel her womb growing tighter. He plunged the last inch of hard prick into her cunt and held it there as she ground her ass against his belly. His balls scraped gently against her outraged clitoris, so that she had still another source of fleshly stimulation, and within seconds she felt the explosion break deep inside her womb. The climax burst inside her with an awesome suddenness. Within seconds she was grunting and heaving about madly in her attempt to deliver herself of every vestige of sexual desire.
"Ohhh, God, you're sucking me to death!" Ann moaned. She threw her head back against the bed and worked her pussy against her mother's face with stronger action when she felt the woman's tongue begin pistoning in and out of her cunt, almost exactly like a miniature prick. "Ugghhhhh! Ohhhh, fuck, fuck me harder! Fuck me to death! Aiiiieeeee! I'm coming, I'm coming again!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Naturally Betty knew nothing about Greta's call to Wayne. She was in the stockroom when the call came and did not even know the phone had rung. Wayne replaced the receiver thoughtfully and then went out to confer with Diana, who was arranging a window display. He took care to speak softly and watched the rear of the shop in order to make sure that Betty would not suddenly appear and overhear their conversation. No one was in the shop at the time and they had as much privacy as they could have wanted. Diana listened with interest when Wayne told her what Greta had said; her manner made it quite clear that she also wanted the girl.
"Yes, I think that Greta was right," she said after hearing his report. "A young girl could very easily be assailed by doubts about her sexuality after an episode like that; she would undoubtedly be amenable to an advance from you. So it was Ann who was the first, eh? The first woman, I mean; damn, how I envy her for that! She is so lovely, such a fine body!"
"Yes, you'd have liked being the first to break her in to being sucked off, wouldn't you?" Wayne replied. "Well, don't give up hope; maybe you'll get a chance to turn her on to the other way, huh? I hope Greta is right, because rd really like to get my cock rammed up her cunt, all the way to the balls! I'll bet her cunt is as tight as your asshole!"
"If it is, it will be a fine fuck indeed," Diana said, smiling thoughtfully. "I wonder... no, it would be better not to push her too fast. I was thinking that perhaps we could close the shop for a few hours and both of us work on her. I wonder if she would like to watch you fuck me in the ass? Ahhh, to have that cock of yours working in and out while I finger-fuck myself and go down on her! What incredible sensations that would provide!"
"I'll sound her out after I've fucked her," Wayne said. "That is, if I manage to fuck her at all! Tell you what: send her back to the office after she comes out of the stockroom and we'll see what happens, huh?"
Diana promised that she would do so, wishing him luck on his venture at the same time. When Betty had. finished her chores in the stockroom, Diana told her to check with Wayne in his office and see if he had any further duties for her. She knocked on the office door, all too thoroughly aware of the exciting scene she had witnessed there the day before, and entered. Wayne said that he had nothing further for her to do at the moment and suggested that she sit down. He asked her about her first impressions of work at his shop and listened patiently while she gave them. He had risen from his chair behind the big desk when she had come in and now leaned against the front of it, not six feet away from her. He knew, of course, that his tight-fitting jeans clearly outlined his prick and he could see that Betty was fascinated by the highly suggestive shape.
"But actually I wasn't all that concerned about getting any work done," he told her. "There's something else that's been on my mind. The truth is, Betty, I have an incredibly strong desire to go to bed with you! I would most of all like to make love with you, this very moment!"
His blatant effrontery left her speechless and unable to move from her chair. She could not even think of a protest, much less utter one, when he unbuckled his jeans and lowered them. His prick sprang free. The lethal-looking tool was already half-erect and drooped out sullenly; to Betty's shocked eyes, it looked to be at least as large as his forearm. Even though her shock was genuine, she could not force herself to look away from that long, thickening hunk of man-meat. Seeing it grow and swell before her very eyes had a pronounced effect on her, especially in that strategic area between her legs: she could sense that her pussy was becoming hotly charged with sexual energy and that a thin trickle of warm oil was already beginning to seep from the lips of that tender little slit.
Wayne touched his cock and drew back the fore-skin. She gasped softly upon seeing the head peep out of its hiding place. It emerged slowly and grew much darker as his excitement grew even more pronounced. Within a few seconds it had become much thicker and noticeably longer, as well as attaining a deeper flush. Still she could not tear her gaze away from the sensual tool.
"Look at the effect you're having on me," Wayne murmured. "Just by looking at my cock, you're making it grow harder! God, I want you, Betty! I don't know when a woman has affected me this strongly! I'm dying to feel my prick rubbing up against the lips of your pussy!"
He finished removing his jeans and slipped off his shirt, then doffed his boots and socks. Standing before her totally naked, he extended his hands to her. She rose, moving as though she were in a trance, and meekly allowed him to undress her. She trembled violently whenever his fingers touched her bare skin, but she did not object, not even when he hooked his index fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She obediently stepped out of them and watched, her heart thudding madly, as he lifted them to his face and sniffed the wet, cunty crotch.
"Mmmmm, you're already turned on!" he said, looking up at her exultantly. "I can smell your cunt on them! Yeah, you're hot for it too, Betty, I can tell! Here, take my prick in your hand and jack me off!"
He had to take her wrist and guide her limp, unprotesting hand to his prick. Betty flinched abruptly when her fingers grazed the hard shaft and for a second he thought that he had pushed her too far. She gasped weakly, however, and her fingers closed around the tool with a convulsive gesture of assent. As soon as she had a firm grip on his cock she began masturbating him. He brought his hand up and cupped one of her firm young breasts. Betty moved closer and then they embraced, their lips meeting in a white-hot kiss; she had to handle his prick up between their bellies to get close to him. After a moment she removed her hand and clasped him around the waist. She pressed her breasts into his firm chest, a gesture which caused exquisite agonies of sexual arousal to pulse through her body. He reached down to clamp his hands over her naked buttocks and pulled her even closer to himself.
Betty had known that she would not be able to resist him. She was not consciously aware of a desire to assert her heterosexuality, though she did feel an uncommonly strong urge to have a big, hard prick thrust deep into the heart of her cunt. Seeing his naked cock had released irresistible urges within her body and feeling it in her hand had merely confirmed them. She was therefore quite unable to offer any kind of resistance when he led her toward the couch.
Wayne stood back while she lay down. Instead of getting between her opened thighs, as she had expected and wanted, he knelt over her stomach and lowered himself down. He grasped his prick in his right hand and moved it toward her left breast. Betty saw what he intended and rushed to cooperate; she clasped her breast in her own hands and guided it toward the naked head of his cock. She watched with fascinated eyes as the manly tool came closer to her swollen nipple and then, feeling his flesh graze hers, gave a violent shudder of pure, animal like pleasure.
"Oooooh," she whimpered as fierce tremors of approbation convulsed her young body. "My God, it's like fire! Unnngghhhh! I never dreamed it would feel so good!"
"Does it make you want to fuck?" he asked. "Does it do that to you?"
"Ohhh, yes!" she whispered. "I want it so much!"
"Here, you do it," he said. "Rub it over your tittles! Yeah, like that! And now cup them around it; let it get in the valley between them! Ohhh, Betty, your boobs feel like heaven around my cock! You're so soft, so tender!"
He fucked his prick back and forth within her cleavage. for a moment. The soft, gentle friction strengthened her lustful desires and made her more determined than ever to have that massive rod shoved deep into her cunt. She tilted her head down to watch it slide back and forth between her breasts; when he pressed forward to the maximum, she noticed, the head of his prick was only inches away from her mouth. At once she thought of the night before; when she had opened her lips to Ann's lewd implement, and the thought created a new desire within her: she knew at that moment that she wanted to have his prick in her mouth. All thought of saving her oral virginity for. Teddy vanished, burned away in the white-hot flame of lust.
"Give it to me!" she hissed. "Fuck me in the mouth! Let me feel it in my mouth! Ohhhh, I'm dying to suck you!"
Only the burning intensity of the moment could have inspired her into making that plea. Wayne recognized the fierce hunger in her youthful form and hurried to capitalize on it. He maneuvered himself closer and allowed her to guide the head of his cock up to her mouth. At first she tentatively kissed the tool but the feel of the warm head against her lips gave her desire a marvelous boost in strength. She opened her lips wide and engulfed it, taking the head into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue. Its satin-soft smoothness and tender resilience sparked even more flagrant demonstrations of lusty approval, and within a moment she was sucking hard at the big rod.
Wayne did not attempt to insert his prick into her mouth. He knew that this was her first venture in the delicious art of cocksucking and he also knew that he would be wise if he allowed her to proceed at her own pace. He found her innocent lack of skill to be quite affecting -- indeed, as he later said to Diana, her very lack of expertise had an amazingly erotic effect and he responded strongly to it. He could feel his balls growing in power as they prepared a full blast of sperm, and, even though he was far from being ready to expel the load, he began looking forward to the climatic moment.
"Oh, wow, you suck like an angel!" he muttered. "I never felt it any better than that! Betty, you're making me want to come more than ever!"
He pulled back slightly, enough to disengage his prick from her mouth. She kept her hand on the broad shaft, and, looking up with lust-glazed eyes, announced that she was quite ready to take his load in her mouth. She hardly knew what she was saying, but she was quite honest in making the offer; had he been willing to have left his prick there, she would gladly have swallowed every drop of his come. He declined the offer and said that he wanted, for their first fuck, to shoot his sperm deep into her cunt.
"Yes, I guess I want it there most of all," she murmured. The thought of having his big prick entering her cunt now became real, and, for the first time, she had a doubt about its size. "You'll be easy with me, won't you? God, I never had one this big, not ever before! It's just so long, so thick! Are... are you sure it won't be too big for me?"
Nothing she could have said would have made him more eager to have her totally. He promised her that he would proceed with the greatest possible care, that he would take special pains not to hurt her. His words reassured her and she offered no more protests or doubts when he moved down her body and knelt between her thighs. She had enough presence of mind to open the lips of her pussy with her left hand and to grasp his prick with her right, guiding it between those wet, aching portals of hot flesh. She found, much to her astonishment, that he did not at once press the head of his cock into the mouth of her pussy, as Teddy usually did. Instead, he held back slightly and seemed to be content, for the moment, with merely resting the tip of that hot sword against her slit.
"Why don't you rub yourself up with it?" he suggested. "Maybe if you handle it for a little while, you'll get a little more confidence about being able to take it. And who knows, it might feel good, rubbing off with my cock!"
"It will, it really will!" she panted. "Ohhh, wow, I never thought of doing it like this! Mmmmmm, your prick feels so good! God, it's making me hornier than ever!"
Wayne had wanted exactly that result, of course, and he willingly allowed himself to be manipulated. Betty quickly overcame her fear of his cock, thanks to his forbearance, and within a short time she was squirming about in the grip of a tempestuous passion that possessed her entire mind and body. She worked the soft, spongelike head of his cock over her vulva with total freedom so that every part of that wondrously aroused slit could be excited. Her clitoris especially welcomed the thrilling touch of his prick, which had become thoroughly moistened with her pussy's flood of ripe, slippery oils; the huge head slid easily over the exquisitely inflamed little lump and sent hearty shudders of sensual arousal coursing throughout her body.
Gradually she began concentrating on the rim of her cunt. Feeling the head of his cock nestled against that diminutive opening inevitably suggested fucking to her and the unspeakable joys that would be hers when she felt him spreading the tender cleft apart and pressing the inner walls apart. The thought became the parent of the wish and enormously strengthened her desire to have every inch of that big tool buried in her flesh. Still he held back, withholding the penetrating stroke; he did so out of sheer perversity, desiring to see just how desperately she would strive to get his cock inside her cunt.
Betty became more intent as she continued to excite herself. She discovered that she could lift herself toward that broad arrow by tightening the grip of her legs around his and elevating her hips slightly; this shift increased the pressure of his cock and forced it to bulge the mouth of her cunt slightly more open, though she still could not get high enough to effect a complete entrance. The pressure was enough, however, to create new storms of passion inside her loins, and she began grinding her hips about with renewed fervor. As her movements became increasingly abandoned, her cunt began sliding around the knobby tip of his prick, very much like a well-greased socket moving around a ball joint. She continued to hold onto the iron-hard shaft of his prick with her right hand; her left hand's middle finger now strayed over her clitoris and began stroking that prominent little cone with nervous motions. The dual stimulation proved to be too much for her: within a few seconds she felt her womb suddenly flip inside itself, or so it seemed, and then give a tremendous surge of exultant release.
"Ooooohhh, I'm already coming!" she wailed as her legs clutched frantically at his. "Omigod, my cunt's ripping open! Unnngghhhlf! Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
"Now I'll fuck you!" he muttered when he sensed that he had pressed her beyond the point of her endurance. "I'll fuck that cunt till we're both crazy!"
With that he dipped his hips downward and pressed the head of his prick into the, gaping, half-open mouth of the girl's cunt. That tender little crevice, already so thoroughly lubricated with her passionate overflow of sensual oils, readily parted, and the broad-rimmed head of his cock dipped down into place. She uttered a soft, wailing cry of agonized pleasure when she felt her flesh being pried open and stretched as it had never been stretched before. Her ass tilted upward even further, forcing the rim of her cunt to slip a fraction of an inch farther up the stiff, hot pillar of flesh joining their loins together.
"My God, you're so fucking tight!" he gasped as he began probing the inner recesses of her cunt. Her animated gyrations had forced her flesh to grip him from a variety of angles, all of them highly gratifying to his lustfully aroused senses. "I've never felt a cunt as tight as yours! Ohhhh, fuck me, Betty, fuck me harder! Make me come, baby, make my balls melt!"
She had little awareness of what he said and no comprehension of his meaning, but her highly aroused passions insured that her hips became ever more active. In her orgasmic spasms, she necessarily caused her cunt to do wonderful things to his cock, and within a moment or two he could feel his balls aching to be discharged. Ordinarily he would have held back, preferring to fuck the girl through two or three more climaxes, but the total ferocity of her twisting, writhing orgasm persuaded him to throw his restraint aside. He shuddered heavily and leaned over her, so that his prick angled downward more sharply; the downward tilt gave a decided boost to the strength of his sensations and impelled him into a much quicker response. At the same time, he pressed harder against her and pushed the head of his cock an inch deeper into her cunt. He looked down and saw the lips of her pussy clasping the meaty stalk firmly; the sight was as affecting as any he had ever known.
"Agghhhh! I'm getting ready!" he gasped, shuddering heavily. "Ohhhh, Betty, you're fucking me, you're fucking the come right outta my nuts! Ahhhhh Get it, Betty, get it all! Suck me off with your cunt! Suck"em dry!"
Even though she was being pressed almost into unconsciousness, she retained just enough awareness to know when his cock gave the first preliminary surge of erotic fulfillment. Sensing the onset of his climax, she tightened every muscle in her lithe young body and snapped her hips from side to side with special emphasis. She succeeded in strengthening the pressure on his prick to an amazing extent and thus insured that his balls erupted with unusual force. He cried out deliriously when his prick throbbed the first time, swelling up in a mighty gust of passion, and then the long, thick tool delivered a steaming jet of hot sperm that stung her tenderly aroused flesh like a whiplash.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried, feeling the spray wash over the inner lining of her cunt and burst against her flesh with such vigor; "Annngghhhh -- owwwww! Aiiieeeeee!"
"Ohhh, fuck!" he panted as he withdrew slightly and pressed deeper, sliding the head of his cock into the pool of hot sperm he had just ejaculated. "Fuck me now! God, I can't stand it, you're tearing my cock off! Aurrgghhhhhh!"
Wayne had always found it especially sensual to slide his prick into a well-greased cunt, most of all one .that was lubricated with sperm, and now he shook with animal pleasure as he thrust his prick deeper into her come-drenched tunnel. The thick cream made the passageway even slipperier, though her convulsive vaginal contractions insured that he continued to be intimately aware of her tightness, and he drove into her cleft with new force. He still held back from trying to sheathe all his cock at once, but he managed to generate some exceptionally strong thrusts, nevertheless. Betty arched her back and trembled from head to foot as her entire midsection dissolved into a churning, heaving mass of orgasmically charged feeling. She fucked away with a mad, blind intensity and did not stop until she had completely exhausted herself. In the process, of course, she drained every drop of come from his balls, a feat which gave her special pleasure.
"Mmmmm, it's been so long since I've had a good fuck!" she panted as he lay on her, relaxing after the fierce bout. "Ohhh, I never had it so good! I just came and came and came, like it was never going to stop! And oh! your prick! It's just so fucking big! Ahhhh, Wayne, I loved it when you started to come, to shoot your come all up my cunt! It felt so good, feeling it spurt out like that!"
"You really milked me down," he replied. "Just think of what my prick must look like right now, Betty! Halfway up your cunt, drenched with your come and mine, bathing in all that love-juice! Doesn't it make you horny all over again, just thinking about it?"
"Mmmmm, doesn't it just! Hey, is it only halfway in? God, I feel like I'm stuffed full! You mean there's more?"
He lifted himself up so she could look down between their bodies and see for herself. Betty looked and found, much to her surprise, that he had spoken the truth; a large part of his prick still remained outside her pussy. The sight gave her lusty young senses a boost and her eyes glazed over with lustful arousal as she contemplated the sight. She gave a tentative twitch of her hips and felt his cock move about inside her cunt; the movement caused her to quiver with delicious anticipation. Wayne detected her quick response and tried a gentle shove, one that sent the head of his prick slithering another inch into her cunt. She cried out with pleasure as she felt her flesh being pried apart by that thick pole.
"See what you think of it now," he said, retreating until only the head remained within the grip of her tight cunt. "Does it look sexier?"
His prick's shaft, bathed with an erotically stimulating mixture of their orgasmic discharges, indeed had become much more exciting to contemplate. She blushed heavily when he suggested that she scrape a portion of that lustful ointment off his cock and transfer it to one of her nipples; he promised that the mixture of sperm and pussy drip would make them much tastier. She could not really believe that he was serious, but the suggestion was so arousing that she could not resist the temptation. She scraped her right index finger along the rigid shaft of hot meat, collected a healthy portion of the unusual salve, and then transferred it to her right nipple. The sight of her own breast glowing with that superbly erotic wetness made her clitoris throb with renewed power, though those throbs became immensely more pronounced when she saw how readily he bent down to kiss away that salve.
"God, it's incredible!" she panted as she ground her breast into his mouth. "I never felt anything sougghhhh! -- so fucking sexy! Ohhhh, it's making me want to fuck again! Agghhhhh! I want it, Wayne, I want it all! Oooooh, give it all to me this time, fuck me with all your cock!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Wayne Baxter's incredibly satisfying prick convinced Betty in short order that her experience with Ann had not wedded her to lesbianism. He stayed on her until he had come again, and in the process of bringing his balls to another spurting upheaval, he fucked the girl through two more orgasms. At one point in the extended session Betty had contemplated tasting his prick -- the prospect of having it wet with their combined sexual effusions had a stirring effect on her -- but by the time he had delivered the second stinging charge of hot sperm into the mouth of her womb she was too weak to carry through with the idea. She whimpered softly when he pulled away from her, but It was only a reflexive gesture; her pussy had completely lost its feeling and she could no longer enjoy that long, thick cock.
"You can have it again, all you want," he promised her as he dried the semi-stiff tool and dressed. "But not right now, though; I've got to get down to the bank. Tell you what -- there might be some people coming in later today who are going to stay with me for a few days. How would you like to go home with me tonight? We could have a real party, all four of us. I think you'll like them a lot."
"Would you fuck me some more?"
"All you want," he promised. "And I'll eat you, too; I'm sorry I didn't do it already, but I was so hot to get my prick into your pussy! Tonight, though, I'll suck it till you can't come any more!"
Betty pointed out that it might be better for her to return to the Wilkensen's; they might look askance on her attending parties of that sort. Wayne gave an uproarious laugh and told her that Ray and Greta would understand perfectly. Not only would they understand, he said, they would also approve. In fact, he continued, it might be a good idea if he were to invite them to the party too.
"Good grief!" Betty exclaimed. "You mean they'd actually take part in something like that? I mean, a party where people were... well, making out and all?"
She already suspected the answer to her question would be a resounding yes. From what she had seen of the Wilkensens' sexual habits and attitudes, she felt reasonably certain that both Ray and Greta would look with favor on the kind of gathering which Wayne evidently had in mind. She could easily recall the memory of Greta perched atop Ray, her ass wriggling about in a mad frenzy of lust as she fucked herself on that huge prick of his. She tried to imagine what sensations she would experience if she could watch them repeat that act at the same time that she was receiving Wayne's big cock in her cunt, or perhaps loving it with her mouth. The mere thought of such exotic pastimes was enough to make her clitoris throb once again.
"Sure, they like to fuck and suck, just like everybody else," Wayne said. "I know for a fact that they've been wanting to get you into action, so this'll be a fine way to start. Man, Ray's going to be burned up when he finds out that I've already wetted my prick in that pussy of yours!"
"Ray? Why, he... " Betty began, but found herself unable to complete the sentence. "You mean he wants to... with me?"
"Hell, he's only human, isn't he? Of course he wants to make it with you! Any man with any kind of balls would want to," Wayne said.
Betty lay back on the couch, overwhelmed by Wayne's disclosure. She had never dreamed that her uncle would find her desirable enough to want her as a partner in sex, and Wayne's statement left her breathless. He left the office and she lay there for a moment or two, still wondering at the incredible world in which she now found herself. It was very different from anything she had known, to be sure, but it was also very exciting. After thinking it over and deciding that she liked her new situation, she arose from the couch, dressed and went out into the shop.
"Well, how was Wayne?" Diana asked her. They were alone in the shop and Diana did not bother lowering her voice. "Was his cock as good as it looked?"
Betty gave a violent start and blushed scarlet upon hearing the question. She had not given a thought to what Diane might say or think; indeed, once he had lowered his jeans and exposed his naked prick, she had been aware of nothing except that big hunk of man-meat and her inner hungers. Diana laughed gaily and said that no one would think badly of her for having succumbed to Wayne's very obvious charm.
"In fact, I've enjoyed it more than a few times myself," she added. "He is a beautiful fuck, isn't he?"
"Wow, it was just great!" Betty admitted, seeing that she need not bother to hide the fact that she had surrendered to him. "But... I don't understand. You mean that you've done it with him? B-b-but I thought... well, you and Cody, yesterday, it seemed that "Ah, you thought I was queer?" Diana asked. "No, my dear, I am one of those fortunate people who happen to be bisexual. I can enjoy myself with men or women, it really doesn't matter that much. Ah, so you're curious about Cody, eh?"
Diana went on to explain that she and Cody sometimes engaged in sexual role-playing, one adopting a pose or attitude which the other found particularly exciting at that moment. Yesterday. Cody's desire had been to act out a sado-masochistic routine, with Betty being present, and Diana had been only too willing to satisfy that longing. Betty's presence, she said, had insured that Cody would use her tongue with extraordinary vigor and so it had proved to be: Diana said that she had come with extravagant fullness and that she was extremely grateful to Betty for her part in the episode.
"But what about Cody?" Betty asked. "Y-y-you didn't do anything to her!"
"I didn't have to," Diana replied. "She was already turned on enough that when she felt my pussy start heaving and nipping at her tongue, that was enough to set her off. She came, darling, she really came, believe me!"
"Wow, I don't know what to say!" Betty breathed. "It's all so new to me, I never knew people could get off in all these different ways!"
"I know what you can say," Diana said. "You can say 'yes' when I ask you to let me bury my face between those thighs of yours! And you can also say 'yes' when I offer you my own pussy! Mmmmm, I'm just dying to make it with you, darling! You're so lovely, so sweet and attractive! I just know I'm going to love going down on you!"
Again Betty felt prostrated. Diana had spoken with a great deal of vehemence and certainly did not appear to be joking when she had expressed her desire. Betty found it incredible that this wondrously attractive woman, so skilled and knowledgeable in strange, new ways of lovemaking, should want her, an outright innocent. The knowledge set new fires to burning in her loins, though, and had the moment been propitious, had the situation been available, she might very well have offered herself at that very moment. A bevy of shoppers came into the shop at that instant, however, and the opportunity disappeared.
Betty spent most of the afternoon unpacking an order of supplies which arrived at noon. She placed the various articles on their proper shelves after marking them, carried out the paper and empty cartons, and left the stockroom to report to Diana and Wayne. She had worked steadily, though from time to time, a warm slow trickle of thick, creamy sperm would escape from the lips of her pussy, reminding her of the totally abandoned way in which Wayne had fucked her; at times those little reminders became so vivid and stirring that she feared she would have to go into the toilet and masturbate. She managed to overcome her flashes of desire, however, and did not allow them to sway her from finishing her work. When she went back into the main part of the shop, she almost cried out with astonishment when she recognized the customer with whom Diana was talking: she gaped incredulously for a moment, unable to believe her eyes, and then had to admit that she was looking at Charlotte, the girl who had behaved so wildly on the bus taking her to Hammond's Port!
"Hey, it's you!" Charlotte said, turning to look at her. A broad, welcoming smile spread across her face. "So this is where you were going to work! Of all the people in the world to meet again!"
"My God, I can't believe it!" Betty exclaimed. "You're here!"
"Yeah, the guy on Nantucket turned out to be sort of a washout," Charlotte said. "At least, he was after that girl he was with finished with him. Wow, I never saw anybody that was such a pig for cock! I swear to you, we'd wake up in the morning and she'd be sucking him off!"
Together she and Betty described the bus ride to Diana, who listened with obvious interest at how Charlotte had excited Alec. She nodded approvingly and congratulated Betty on her willingness to help the young couple out. Alec was also in town, she said; he and Wayne had stepped out for a drink at the corner bar.
"They'll be back before long," Diana added. "I can't wait to see the look on Alec's face when he finds who Wayne has working for him!"
"Say, you two aren't the friends Wayne was talking about, are you?" Betty asked, suddenly suspecting a most ironic twist to her evening. "I mean, about staying with him and all? He was telling me about a party he'd got planned for tonight and... it just struck me that maybe you were the people."
"Yeah, he said something about getting some people together," Charlotte said. "And we are going to stay there, so I guess we're the ones. How about that?"
They were still talking when Wayne and Alec returned from the bar. Alec laughed heartily when he saw Betty and learned that she was working for Wayne; he dropped his humorous air and looked much more interested when Charlotte told him that she was going to the party that night.
"And by the way," Wayne interjected, "I called Greta when I was down at the bar. She thinks it's a great idea. She and Ray'll come over about nine or so; she said she wasn't sure if Ann was going out or not, but if she doesn't have a date, she'll come along too. I thought the four of us might go out for dinner later, after we close up the shop, and get ourselves stoked up."
"Be sure you order plenty of oysters," Charlotte told him. "I want you and Alec both to be as horny as possible! How about you, Diana? Will you be there?"
Diana said that it all depended on Cody and Toady, the couple with whom she was living. They would probably not want to go to the party, she said, since they did not like either Ray or Greta, but if they had nothing planned that looked interesting, she would certainly be there. Betty's heart was turning flip-flops as she listened to this series of exchanges and saw how the party was growing by leaps and bounds. There would be more women than men present, if Diana and Ann were to appear, but if they were to exhibit their lesbian tendencies, the imbalance might not be too distasteful, she thought.
God, what if Ray and Alec and Wayne were all three to take a shine to me? she thought as she allowed her mind to weave interesting and highly arousing possibilities about the evening ahead. Wow, to take three guys in the same evening, could I do it? And all three of them are hung like nobody's business, too! Mmmm, what a bunch of beautiful cocks! God, I hope they're all as horny as shit, just loaded to the gills with come and so hard they'll be able to fuck forever!
Charlotte was conducting herself with an unusual degree of forwardness, even for her; Betty assumed that this must be due to her excitement about the party ahead of them. Whatever the explanation, Charlotte stood very close to Wayne and quite openly fondled his prick through his jeans; she did not pull her hand away from that big, boldly suggestive bulge even when people walked by the shop's windows. No one could see into the shop, because of the afternoon glare, she said, and thus she could feel him up with a considerable degree of freedom.
"Hey, this is almost what you were talking about, right?" she said to Betty as she continued rubbing Wayne's throbbing erection. He made no effort to escape her arousing touch and evidently enjoyed it immensely. "You know when you were telling me on the bus about wanting to make it with a guy behind a one-way glass? So you could see everybody and they couldn't see you?"
"You're right!" Betty said, remembering that she had told the girl about one of her more powerful and recurring fantasies. "Yeah, this is almost the same thing, isn't it? And I'd never even thought about it!"
Charlotte suggested that she try arousing Alec and Betty promptly did so, moving over to him with alacrity after she had seen the look of welcoming assent on his face. His cock was already growing hard even as she touched it, rubbing through the tight jeans; she felt her own pussy beginning to warm and moisten itself as her fingers played over the rapidly enlarging lump of sexual flesh. Diana watched them and smiled with pleasure at their youthful exuberance.
"Keep that up," she warned, "and you'll both wind up giving them blow jobs right here in the shop! My, wouldn't that create a stir in the more respectable elements of Hammond's Port!"
Diana's prediction might very well have come true had a prospective customer not entered the shop shortly thereafter. Another followed shortly, and from then until closing time there was an almost constant stream of people in and out of the shop, thus limiting the amount of sexual byplay in which they could indulge. They closed up at six and trooped down the street to the restaurant offering the best clam chowder in that part of Cape Cod. Charlotte, irresponsible as ever, livened the dinner by surreptitiously feeling Alec's prick under the table and giving a detailed report on its condition.
Betty accepted her invitation to check the tool's state for herself and allowed Alec to guide her hand into place. She almost leaped up from her seat when she felt the raw, naked flesh of his cock brushing against her fingers; Charlotte had opened his jeans and pulled the implement out! Alec smiled complacently and sat back until she had regained enough composure to devote herself to feeling him up properly. Betty gripped his cock firmly and began masturbating him with gentle, almost imperceptible strokes. She felt her pussy throbbing heartily as she fondled that long, hard length of hot meat; handling his prick in so public a place gave her an added measure of excitement.
"Careful, not too much," Alec said, smiling in a tight, excited way. "If you do that too much more you're liable to have some special sauce for the lobster!"
"Wow, I've just been wondering if come might not make it taste better than that drawn butter," Charlotte said, grinning impishly. "At least it'd have a lot less calories, I'll bet!"
Betty managed to restrain herself, though she found it difficult to do so. She did not want to be responsible for jacking him off, at least not all the way, because she suspected that there would be far more exciting ways in which he could spend his charge of come. She could think of several ways herself and she did not doubt that Charlotte would be able to supply others. As she finished her meal, she contented herself with fantasies about completing the task she had begun; the thought of Alec's big prick spurting out a satisfyingly rich stream of semen caused her clitoris to flutter violently. From time, to time she dropped her right hand down beneath the table and felt Wayne's prick, which was also conveniently near, and she succeeded in making that tool become as hard and hot as Alec's had been. She did not fail to keep Charlotte and Alec notified about her success and thus they completed their meal and kept all their minds locked on the coming burst of erotic excess which lay ahead of them.
They arrived at Wayne's comfortable little cottage a few minutes past eight. No one else was there and they wasted no time in getting down to work. Charlotte turned to Alec as soon as they were in the living room and embraced him; Betty saw her hips moving from side to side as she ground her loins up against his crotch. Alec ran his hands under her loose blouse, caressing her bare skin, and then she felt Wayne's arms snaking around her from the rear. He brought his hands up to cup her hot-nippled breasts and pressed his loins up against her buttocks. She could feel the hot, rigid length of prick against the cheeks of her ass and she wriggled against him. He continued to feel of her breast with his right hand but his left dropped down to her pussy. After a moment she opened the front of her shirt and then unbuttoned the top button of her jeans. He worked the zipper down and reached into her panties, searching for the liquid slit running down the base of her belly. Betty watched Charlotte and Alec exchange hot, wet kisses and surrendered to the impulses churning inside her body.
"I could slip it in you from the rear," Wayne whispered into her ear, "and you could watch them get it on at the same time. Sound good?"
The suggestion sounded very good indeed, but Charlotte overheard them and said that she had strong objections to allowing anything of the sort to happen.
"Didn't you say that you'd made it with Wayne this morning?" she asked, looking at Betty. When she learned that this had been the case, she then asked if Betty had washed her pussy off since that time, receiving a negative answer. "Ahhh, then you ought to be in fine shape for a little fun, the sort I really go for. What would you say, dear, if I were to ask you to let Alec put his cock in you? Ohh, not for a fuck, not really; I'd just like to taste his prick after it's been in you! I just know that you'll taste so good, so much like a nice, ripe fuck! Will you do it for me? I'd really appreciate it, honest!"
Betty's head reeled under the whirlwind assault of the girl's impulsive request. She knew that she would not be able to deny the request and she felt much more at ease when she looked at Wayne and received a nod of approval from him. The thought of contributing to Charlotte's further sexual arousal annealed to her, as did the prospect of feeling Alec's prick slice into her cunt; she also found a peculiar sort of excitement in the idea of allowing her pussy to be used in such a deliberate, thoroughly sexual manner. Nodding her assent, she eagerly peeled off her jeans, panties, and blouse, so that she stood before them totally naked.
Alec and Charlotte paused long enough to admire the lusty, ripe outlines of her body. Both of them looked approving, a reaction which gave her more confidence, and she felt better about her decision to cooperate with Charlotte's strange request. Wayne suggested that they adjourn to the bedroom, where they would find the bed much more conducive to their lascivious pursuits. Charlotte was already removing her own clothing and they waited until she had stripped to the buff. Betty saw that she had a most impressive body, though her breasts might have been thought , a trifle small. Her long, slender legs tapered up beguilingly to a small, delicate patch of dark fur which parted in the middle to reveal an inflamed slit.
"I don't know what you'll think about me for asking you to let Alec put his cock in you," Charlotte said as they walked into the bedroom, arm in arm, "but I just couldn't resist. I just love the smell and taste of ripe, leftover fucking. That's one of the nicest parts about staying over with a guy, you know; you can fuck yourself silly at night and then the next morning, when you wake up, there's his cock, all covered with last night's come and pussy juice, all dried and waiting. Mmmm, what a trip, going down on him then!"
Betty had never tried that particular treat, of course, but Charlotte's ecstatic description made it sound very interesting. She knew that her pussy must be richly scented, because of Wayne's exuberant orgasmic discharge and her own continued excitement during the day. She promised herself that she would coax Wayne into sheathing his prick in her as soon as Alec had removed his prong, so that she could try the treat for herself; if Charlotte's extravagant praise was worth anything as a guide, she told herself, then she owed it to herself to test it for herself.
Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed and told Betty to kneel beside her, positioning her knees at the very edge and hanging her rump over it so that Alec could stand beside the bed and guide his prick up into the marrow of her cunt. As soon as she had arranged herself, though, Charlotte leaped up and knelt beside her, exclaiming loudly as she caught a glimpse of the girl's pussy. She praised that lividly colored slit with phrases of delight, complimenting Betty on both the appearance and aroma of her pussy. Betty felt sure that she was going to feel the girl's lips on her slit next, not that she would have objected at all to a searching, tongue-probing kiss at that moment. Charlotte restrained herself, however, and contented herself with praising the sensual outlines of that feminine slit.
"God, you're going to love fucking her!" she said, her voice trembling with excitement. "I never saw a lovelier pussy than this one! Mmmm, those sweet little lips! So wet, so hot! They'll tear the skin off your cock! Yes, I'll suck you before you push it in her! God, let me have it!"
Charlotte mouthed Alec's prick for a moment and then guided it up to the lips of Betty's waiting pussy, which she opened with her free hand; she then pulled back to watch as he pressed the big, lust-stiffened rod home. Betty's heart gave a furious throb of approval when she felt the rim of her cunt being stretched, pulled apart and dilated by the generous girth of that hot cock. Alec did not attempt to pressure her but still he managed to slip three inches of his prick into her cunt in short order. She moaned softly as she felt the big tool slicing the walls of her cunt apart and probing the tender inner recesses. Alec exclaimed loudly as he worked his cock into her immobile cunt. She was incredibly tight, he said, and as hot as any woman he had ever fucked. He kept his prick in her a moment longer and then withdrew it. Charlotte immediately took the wet, glowing head into her mouth and sucked noisily at it, moaning feverishly as the cunty flavor saturated her tastebuds with sensual longing.
"God, I can't stand that!" she whispered, straightening up and leaping onto the bed. "Mmmm, I want to feel it going up my cunt! Get on me and fuck!"
Betty retained her position and waited while Charlotte thoughtfully moved around into a position which would enable her to receive Alec's cock and at the same time give Betty an intimate view of the interaction between her pussy and his prick. As she waited for the couple to begin their ritual movements, she suddenly felt entirely removed from the scene. She could see Wayne moving into position behind her, just as she could see Alec settling into place over Charlotte, and she wondered at the dramatic changes which fate had worked in her young life within the past few weeks.
When Betty brought herself back to the present it was with a shock that she realized that Ray, Greta, and Ann had entered the room and were all watching the scene and smiling. Although she had expected them, Betty was embarrassed and felt herself flushing darkly. She knew with sudden clarity and certainty what was ahead. She would fuck her uncle Ray's big prick and suck her new aunt's cunt. And Ann, of course, would be there, too, to renew and improve upon the pleasures they had begun the day before. There would be no turning back. She had entered upon a new, free, world, a world of abandon and wild pleasure! What a summer lay ahead!
Wayne was stretching himself over her as Charlotte and Alec bucked wildly on the bed next to them. She felt his tremendous mushroom-capped tool pressing against her trembling little clitoris. She stretched her arms around his back pulling him to her, and opening her thighs as widely as she could to receive him.
As he entered her she turned her head slightly in the direction of her family. They were all watching her, and she smiled at them, and her smile was full of the promise of the months to come.
