Then she buried her face in Betsy's throat.
The girl was squirming, rubbing their bodies together.
CHAPTER NINE
"Such fun!" Doris gasped.
Laura had collapsed on a couch. Colby stood over her, grinning, still wearing his yellow socks, his reddish cock twitching.
Tom was changing the record.
Doris gasped in Betsy's ear, "Oh, if I could do what you did – walk into a room naked, looking like a queen! Betsy, you were so beautiful. But I'm little."
"You're adorable," Betsy said, kissing her forehead.
"But you and Laura, so voluptuous, such big breasts. Oh, Betsy, what should I do?"
"Start with this," Betsy said, pinching the dress zipper wider Doris' dark pony tail and zipping down to the bra hooks.
"Oh, I couldn't!" Doris cried. "Not – nude…"
But Betsy had snapped her bra hooks free, now dipped her hands into the girl's dress front, into her loose bra and cupped lowly pear shapes with dark, sharp little nipples.
Doris crushed to her; glanced wildly about to see if anybody was looking. They were not. A new blast of hard rock shattered the amplifiers. Colby yanked Laura to her feet, and with Tom they flung about kicking and stamping and cranking arms, celebrating their liberation from all restraints, too elated for serious sex. Doris choked, "I want to – dance – like them, and about – but I'm scared…"
The disarray of her dress and bra exposed her breasts, which she pushed into Betsy's and clung to her, trying to hide herself.
Betsy grasped her skirt and pulled it up despite Doris' protest, got under it and slipped a hand into her panties, down her soft, smooth belly to a silky pubic tuft, then between her legs to almost hairless lips.
Doris groaned, "You're so – horny – sexy…" She shoved at Betsy, pressing her pussy into the hand caressing it. "But Betsy, I can't look at people – if only I had a false face, a mask."
Betsy called to Laura, "Do you have anything like a mask, darling?"
Laura was dancing in place, wiggling her hips in hula fashion while Colby, bowing his legs, made comical cock jabs at her pussy.
The request did not seem to surprise her. Without missing a beat of her hula-fuck tip grinding and thrusting, she called, "Chest in our bedroom has all kinds of junk."
Doris sighed, "I wonder if I could do it…"
Betsy slipped a finger into the girl's soft and juicy slit, saying, "Of course you can. I'll help!"
"I'll try, Betsy!" Clutching her bare breasts, Doris flung away to the bedroom hall, Betsy following, feeling quite horny for the girl despite the sight of the men's cocks jabbing at the laughing Laura's hairy cunt. I've become a butterfly, Betsy thought, flapping from one to another, from cock to cunt. In the bedroom, arming her twisted bra to her titties, Doris flipped up the lid of a large cedar chest under the window, revealing a God-awful clutter, patches of bright clothing, a girl's sneaker, a tennis racket with frayed strings, a pipe wrench. Her hand darted in, snatched out a devil-red domino mask and let the chest lid fall with a crash.
"Try it on," Betsy said.
Doris turned away, frowning, covering her titties with both arms. "No, you go out – I'll do it – maybe – yes, I will! Out in the hall?"
"If you want." Betsy picked up a big white comb from the dresser and went to the hall raking her tanged hair and patting it into same semblance of tidiness, thinking: What a strange little cunt!
Doris proved even stranger than she thought.
Shortly Betsy heard a whisper of bare feet, turned and saw Doris stark naked in the doorway; except for the flame-red domino mask covering her brows and cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. It had large eye holes, and her gaze was luminous, those huge eyes shaped slanty by the mask.
But her body. Slim as an eel, tiny hips, but her boobies would grace a far larger girl, black-tipped jugs that jiggled as she moved. Her pubic patch was a tiny, black fluff trailing down between her legs, mere downy fringes on the most surprising thing about her, huge pussy lips that seemed to protrude, so plump that they crowded the meeting of her milky thighs.
"Do you like me, Betsy?" she asked breathlessly.
"Come here and ask again," Betsy said, beckoning, and watched Doris come with a wiggle, a most sensual swaying of hips, breasts wobbling together to the right; over to the left; one pussy half before the other; then retreating, and oh, the gleam of the dewiness between them… Doris swarmed all over her, in her arms and melting fast, arms about Betsy's neck as they kissed. The little wanton's tongue snaked into her mouth while her entire body wriggled, soft titties squishing about Betsy's, hot pussy crushed to her thigh.
Betsy seized the girl's firm little buttocks and half lifted her to mesh their pubes.
Doris, nuzzling her cheek, then kissing her neck, whispered, "I'm such a hot slut. In the dark. The mask is almost like being in the dark, you understand?"
"Yes, but I've decided to let it all hang out."
"Oh, dear Betsy, you do! How you walked into the living room naked! And do you know, I could see your clit? What a horny thing! Could I – touch it?"
"That's what it's there for!" Betsy laughed. She eased them apart and felt a tiny, soft hand slither down her belly, fingertips running as lightly as mouse feet, exploring the expanse of her mound muff, then into her split, and yes, the horny little clit was out, throbbing as Doris tweaked it. She chortled with delight, then fingered down the swampiness of Betsy's cunt to her hole.
The girl shivered. "It's so open. You've been fucked, huh?"
"Yes. George. His cock is like a bullet!"
"Oh? Well, he looks strong. But he's small." She curled down to Betsy's breast and flailed her tongue at a nipple. "Oo-oo, it's made for sucking!" Closing her lips on the growing peg, she panted, "Because you're big, such big melons, and your behind, cheeks like a horse's, drives me crazy. And your cunt is so hairy…"
The girl suckered off of Betsy's nipple and gazed down at her twat, at the robust pink clit she was fingering into view. The creamy softness of her caresses made Betsy squirm with delight. She seemed to be on a plateau of orgasm, in a state where each fleshy contact thrilled, as did every glimpse of curve or dimple, rubbery nipple or hair-shadowed cunt. And each breath she drew filled her with the odor of hot female, the scent of her cunt merged with that of Doris'.
The fingertip bending her clit about paused. Doris raised her hand, to her mouth and delicately licked the juice from it. Betsy mimicked the gesture by slipping her hand between the girl's legs and finding the puffy, down-covered lips, swiping at the jelly softness of her cunt, then placing the finger in her own mouth and tonguing the sweet juices.
Thus they stood in the hall exploring each other, utterly content with feathery caresses. Betsy stroked a dark nipple, testing its stiffness, then shook it, watching the roll of the white breast. She trailed her fingers down belly smoothness, grouped the small pubic beard to a pyramid, nudged the soft plump lips of her pussy and rubbed at the silky down on those amazingly big cushions crowding out at her thighs.
Perhaps the lack of hair made them seem larger; the down was a mere haze, a purplish tinge on the white rolls of flesh, yet they seemed to bulge out, filling her hand.
Betsy's delight in every contour of the girl's body made her wonder at the burgeoning lesbian side of her sexuality. Here in the hallway – hearing the music and laughter in the living room as unimportant – lesbian caresses sufficed, and a tongue up her cunt would be all the cock-shape she needed. And Doris, eyes glowing through the slant holes in her red domino mask – were her sexual urges entirely shaped to female form?
Betsy asked, "When you go to Bingo's Boite – looking for girls there – is it like escaping from – marriage – from Colby?"
Doris, at this moment using Betsy's swollen nipples as handles with which to roll her breasts this way and that, pursed her lips and said, "Sometimes. But he likes seeing girls make passes at me. I mean, I'm too shy to reach out. Except like this, behind a mask. If a girl feels me up he gets wildly horny. One night last week I was sitting on a barstool and this big blonde had a hand under my skirt, and he got so randy he made me rub his cock, right there at the bar."