The girls murmured together. Susie was too intent on the operation to notice what they said. Willa rose and went away, shortly returned with a fresh pot of tea. Gwen used a damp cloth to wipe away the last traces of lather, then carefully dried her with a towel, which glided smoothly over her skin.
Susie felt pampered, loved, secure, content to lie here forever. But it was done and they raised her to a sitting position and poured tea, and the three sat silently sipping it.
She wanted to see her new self. They took her to the swing room mirror, and there she saw the new Susie with a surprisingly plump and broad white mound, with cunt lips that looked simply huge, a snugly joined halving of her crotch, but from it protruded a shiny pink nubbin, ever so tiny compared to the expanse of shaven white flesh.
"So little!" she sighed.
But Rita changed all that. She dropped to her knees on the floor and pressed her lips to the nubbin.
A quick suck pulled it out of hiding and oh, goodness, when Rita had moved from the mirror view it stuck out like a small, glistening prick! And like that, naked, Susie went to the library and stood smiling at the men.
They rose, hugged her, all aware that this was no whim, that her pride was on the line. They fingered her hot little gadget, kissed her, fondled her breasts, patted her behind, and she found herself sitting on the Japanese-style table with a fresh bamboo cup of tea, utterly happy.
Brian, if you could see me!
Nick and Willa were dancing to rock music, snapping their fingers. Gwen and Rita had Howard in a corner and were teasing him, rubbing his nipples and belly. A hard on tented his sarong.
Phil sat on the table beside Susie. She vined her hands about his bare arm, kissed his shoulder while gazing down at his kilt.
She asked, "And why the kilt?"
"See, drag was just an annoyance, right? But men wear skirts, and this feels fine. Besides, it's to make you ask what a Scotsman wears under his kilt." He laughed.
She did not ask. She slipped her hand under the heavy woolen plaid and found nylon cramping his erection. She giggled, raised the kilt and saw that it was indeed pink!
As she had done the other day, she plunged her hand inside the panty waistband, and knuckling the panty crotch, washed her fingertips over the rigid shank of his cock and the scrotum hugged by a garment meant to fit a pussy.
She whispered, "You told Willa you'd never been so hard as when you were inside me."
"It's true. Though I told her that when we were in bed, and I'd already fucked her through a string of cums. I mean, I think I'm over a lot of hang-ups, Susie. Listen, don't worry what Willa says, she can't keep her hands off my cock now and she doesn't really care about the means of success. She's practical."
"Well, it's a lovely cock," Susie said, squeezing the horny thing in his panties.
Phil groaned, squirming, abruptly throwing an arm about her and squeezing her close, whispering hoarsely, "Susie, it's so bony hard it hurts. Let me slip it into you. I want to feel your naked pussy – Susie, please?"
Still delightedly fondling the rocky organ, she kissed his cheek and whispered, "Yes, right now! Where?"
"Here! On the table."
"But goodness – the others…"
He answered by clearing bamboo cups from the table and laying her down on it, unhitching his kilt and dropping it. He shoved his pink nylon panties down just enough that his cock flipped free, that big-knobbed red cock curving upward, and he knelt between Susie's spraddled legs.
The speed of his actions took her breath away but she did have time to reach to the floor and find one of the cushions that were scattered about. She tucked it under her head to give herself a view of her plump mound and hairless split with the thorny pink clit standing out in bold view just as Phil lowered himself and the massive red head of his cock dropped out of sight.
She felt it sludge into her vaginal mouth, which was shamelessly open. For just a second the male organ lodged in the opening, and then as she reshaped to fit, it squeezed up her hole.
"Susie, you're sopping wet in there!"
Smiling, she spread her legs wider and drew them back, straightening her vagina. Phil lunged and his cock slid in until his pubes mashed her cuntlips.
She could feel every hair pressing her split and her outer lips as well. Her labia were super-sensitive from the shaving.
Phil dropped down on her, heavy on her hot breasts, nibbling her ear and kissing her throat, already hip-jerking so the big-knobbed male organ rippled in and out of her vagina.
She felt juices seep out around his cock and run down her behind, wetting her anus.
She crossed her legs on his back, braced her heels on his spine and gave a voluptuous hump.
She thought, Oh, gosh, so hot and wet, wow, and how my clit squeezes to him, how horny it is and wow, there I go all steaming and my cunt flowing in waves around his meat!
The others were watching them. She glimpsed that but ignored it, wound her arms over his shoulders and hugged Phil as she began humping regularly, meeting his sludging cockthrusts, hearing the loud sucks and squishes of cock in cunt, and then the slap of his testicles on her ass.
She bit his ear and whispered, "Such good cock! Give me cock, Phil darling, oh lots of hard cock up my hole, yes fuck me fuck me Fuck me!"
The cum was a rolling, steamy convulsion seizing her belly and closing it on his greasy prick, stripping it, then collapsing, growing big like a balloon.
She heard herself moaning, "My cunt is a wet balloon, fuck my balloon, Phil, give it lots of cock, more cock, give me all the cock you have, Phil!"
She held him knotted in clenching arms and legs, squeezed her ass in tight as she shut her vagina on the plunging length, all tied up on him and grinding, hips grinding her naked pussy at his hairy loins.
Then she shrieked, "I'm cumming! Oh-hh, my cunt is going off all bursting, Phil!"
Her knotted body tightened, crushing him, and he drove to the depths of her hole and screwed around, dug her, not backing at all, rooting in her convulsing belly as Susie grew wings and flew through the sky like a bird with its tail on fire.
She had collapsed, lay spread-eagled on the table, panting as Phil's cock slid in and out of her jellied fuckhole.
Her cum had blown but she lay there smiling lewdly, letting herself be fucked.
They had screwed around to a diagonal on the table. Her left arm hung toward the floor and her right foot touched it.
"Worn out?" he asked.
"Save your breath for fucking," Susie told him, grinning.
She heard laughter.
Phil was up on his elbows, grunting as his ass jacked up. He had risen off her breasts. Idly she plucked a nipple, tugged it and felt a spiral of heat worm from it down inside her to her vagina.
The yawning, jellied flesh there began to firm up.
She raised a leg and heeled Phil's buttocks. Bracing, she pulled at her vaginal sphincter and felt a flutter, an awakening.
"I'm going to start another cum," she told him.
Her voice sounded loud. Nobody was talking. She glanced around and saw they were all looking toward the hall doorway.
She craned to look toward it.
Her husband, Brian, was standing there as tall as a tree, his face the color of newly sliced beets.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN