"But do you like cock?"
"Only if a girl hots me up first."
Betsy puzzled over that. Finally she just had to test it – and herself. She slipped an arm about the girl and clasped a smooth little buttock, saying, "We'll go to the living room and see."
Doris did not protest, cuddled to her as they moved out of the hall.
The gang was still dancing, George and Vera had joined them, his limp, shrunken cock flying comically about as he danced. Vera had not cleaned up after their fucking. Spatters of white jism marked her thighs.
Tom broke from the group and came dancing toward the two girls emerging from the hall. His cock still protruded stiffly, the knob grotesquely swollen. Nor did it appear cunt-juiced.
He flung his arms about Betsy and Doris, hugged tern together as Betsy gazed at his cock, at Doris' puffy pussy lips, wondering. His big hand gripped her behind, a finger in the cleft. After Doris it did feel big and strong but in no way strange, as though the shift to another sex had become effortless on her part. She grasped his cockstem and felt a different but equal pleasure to that of fondling Doris' cunt, an aggressive rigidity on which her fingers seemed to soften and vine slowly about.
Tom gazed down at his prick and sighed. "The fucker has been hard so long I don't know if he can even shoot off, like the hole in it is cramped tight."
"We can try," Betsy smiled.
She saw Doris' hand rise under it and gingerly touch the hairy scrotum. She gave a shiver. Tom hugged the two girls closer, titties to his chest, hands and cock and pubic mounds meeting in a rather confusing crush of flesh.
He said, "I've had an awful lot to drink. I hope it doesn't wilt me. No fun pushing cock like a rope."
Then Doris raised on tiptoes and whispered into Betsy's ear, "If you'd stick it into me…"
Surprised, Betsy asked, "Would that turn you on?"
"Yesss!" the girl hissed.
Betsy took charge. She moved the girl to the couch, sat her on the edge with her legs spread wide apart, and made Tom – grinning, amused at the novel procedure – kneel on the floor. Then Betsy seized his cock and steered the bulging head at the lightly downed pussy lips, saying, "Honey, legs up, feet on the cushions."
Doris did this, and her puffy cunt lips opened to an oval about a glossy coral split, and a fuckhole slot that looked proportioned for a much larger woman. Betsy rubbed his knob in this gap, reshaping it to a crinkle-edged, circle, then tugged, and Tom gave a shove.
The head popped right into Doris.
Doris gave a muted shriek. Her hand shot out and seized Betsy's tit. Like that Betsy steered the shank, and when Tom had pushed halfway in she left his cock to its own devices, reached behind him through his legs to fondle his heavily loaded scrotum.
"Such a cock!" Doris cried.
And Tom said, "Hey, you feel like all cunt clear up to your tits!" He jogged, then pushed hard and the entire length of his prick vanished inside Doris' down-ringed fuckhole.
Betsy, caressing his jiggly balls, said, "Your cunt must be bigger than mine, Doris. That cock of Tom's scares me!"
The big cock now slipped out into view, thoroughly wet and dripping cunt juice.
"Ought to try yours, Betsy," Tom said, panting as he thrust it up Doris' hole, making the girl choke, squirm, feet bracing on the cushions as she raised up to deepen the penetration.
"Oh-hh," Doris moaned. "I love it! But Betsy wants – give Betsy – oh no don't! Fuck me, Tom, fuck the shit out of me!"
Tom reamed her good, a dozen long, hard strokes that made the girl writhe and hump, levering up on each thrust to hurl her gushing sheath at the meat thrusting into it. Then Tom, panting now, said, "Betsy! Up beside Doris. Your turn!"
Shaking with excitement, Betsy raised to the couch and sat on the edge like Doris, heeling the cushions. But as Tom withdrew she lifted a leg over the girl's and butted her heel into the steamy gap of her cuntal split.
On his knees Tom scrabbled over to face her.
At last!
Afraid of the swollen head, Betsy fingered her pussy lips back. She need not have bothered. She was so wet, even the hair swampy, that the knob choked the mouth of her cunt for only a second. Too much but already past, wedging up her hole. He lunged and oh, Christ, she was full to the heart, and it looked as though her belly button were being pushed inside out by the cock inside her!
Out in the hall she had been on a plateau of orgasm, a sort of steady, gentle cum. But now her cunt convulsed on the hardness piercing it. It squeezed in, tugged, drawing every jellied tissue as tight as paint on it. Sealed. Locked in.
Groaning, she raised her ass off the cushion and rocked, balanced on her feet, securely impaled on Tom's foot of cock, back and forth, grunting loudly, that same sound George had forced out of her. "Agh-hh!" As though in pain. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh-hh, cock what cock, up my hole oh fuck fuck fuck…"
Doris was kissing her and pawing her tits as they swung about, and her heel felt buried in the girl's yawning cunt, and Tom's nuts thumped loudly on her ass, and Betsy went off like a shotgun.
"Oh-hh!" she screamed. "Oh-hh, Tom, give me cock, give me all the cock you've got…"
Tom was laughing. "Cum, baby, get it off…"
"My cunt is inside out!"
Doris was kissing down her arm, stuffed a breast into her mouth and suckered fast, then shook her head, making it jiggle insanely.
With that, Betsy went right out of her mind. Maybe, like Doris, she needed female caresses to start her off. And then hard cock to wrench her cunt on. She had it all together, and it was too much.
She was whipping about, on fire, and suddenly was not there any more.
She was floating around the room, a bubble of honey whose only form was a pair of giant tit bulges and down between them two hairy lips as big as rugs, between them a gaping space the size of a man's head. This was convulsing, rolling about, spurting sprays of cunt juice. Then her clit, swollen to the size of a horse's cock, exploded.
CHAPTER TEN
Betsy found herself sprawled on the couch, legs wide apart, a hand clutching her palpitating crotch. Her breasts felt like great lead weights crushing her chest and making her breathe with painful shallowness.
Beside her, rhythmic sounds of cock entering cunt marked Tom again fucking Doris.
On the facing couch Vera knelt doggie style. Behind her, Colby stood ramming his cock into her red-haired cunt.
Beside Vera sat her husband, George. Laura crouched down to his loins, mouthing his limp cock.
Gazing at them brought a new boiling to Betsy's groin. She began tweaking her clit. She retained much of the illusion she had experienced in the violence of her cum, being transformed into a great floating bubble in which her sex organs were dream proportions. Her clit still felt cock-sized. So for some time she lay there woozily jerking it off.
But the sight of Colby's reddish cock sliding in and out of Vera's fuckhole caught her attention. Not as long as Tom's, perhaps, but that hook-like up curve indicated a crazy hardness.
She was spilling off the couch.
On her knees, crawling toward the man driving it up Vera's channel, swatting her plump ass flat on each thrust. She reached him and grasped his leg, raised herself. As his cock backed she seized it, the shank almost too slippery to hold, but she managed to bend it from the girl's hole toward herself. Seeing her, Colby turned and the bony organ slapped Betsy's mouth.