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.
Jim had for so long denied her oral gratification that she poked the swollen knob right into her mouth. There, Jim, Goddam you, I'll suck Colby's cock and I don't even know Colby, but fuck you, Jim, I have a mouthful of steamy cock all slippery with cunt juice, and I'll suck it dry!
She heard Vera protesting, and she choked, "Fuck you too, Vera," while licking and mouthing the luscious cockhead.
"You stopped fucking me!" Vera cried.
Betsy heard Doris shrieking, "I'm cumming! Tom, shove it up my hole, oh fuck me…"
"You slutting cocksucker!" Vera shrilled at Betsy.
And Colby was groaning with pleasure, especially as Betsy put both hands to work, jerking off the slippery tool and juggling his balls. She plunged back and forth, taking the knob right into her throat. With every gulp the almost-forgotten thrills of giving head grew in her, and she remembered high school days of toying with a boy's cock, in the darkness of a parked car, until the hot meatiness in her hand was too horny to resist, and she would plunge down and lick the head until the boy was jerking and panting, then fuck it into her mouth.
"What a blow job!" Colby cried.
Vera still whimpered her complaints. She remained in doggie position, her twat a gaping red slickness, drool running down her thighs. Betsy saw the girl's hand rise between her legs and two fingers jabbing into her cunt. Deprived, substituting fingers for cock. But Betsy's greed knew no pity.
She clung to her prize cock and heavy balls, kneading and caressing them, doing her best to bring him to a cum.
She wanted to feel his jism spurt into her throat!
He tried to push her away now, saying, "I got to fuck Vera, she's got fingers in her hole…"
"No!" Betsy gasped, clinging fiercely to his dong, burying the head in her throat. It was throbbing violently. Going to cum!
"Colby," Vera cried. "Please fuck me!"
His strong hands pried Betsy away, pushed her from his cock. He turned and with a shove drove the fiercely red, upcurved prick into Vera's hole.
Betsy collapsed. She fell on the rug, writhing, rubbing her hot mound at the coarse wool, scrubbing her tits on it.
Suddenly everything was wrong. Before her Colby dog-fucked Vera, and beside them Laura and George were laughing as she tried to suck his limber prick hard. On the other couch Tom swished his cock in and out of Doris' big, wet hole.
Betsy was the odd woman, husbandless, the seventh guest.
Oh, she had sexed with every one of them, flying high as a cloud, elated with her new freedom, thrilling in rediscovering old pleasures. Thus her fall was all the harder.
All she needed now was for Jim to walk in and find her naked on the floor, weeping because each of the three cocks had a cunt.
I'm a selfish twat, spoiled rotten by today's thrills, she thought. I was a mere sexual object to be fucked or lapped.
But I'm more than that.
She levered upright. Nobody looked at her. All of them were wrapped up in the sex partner of the moment. She stood, found that her bladder was about to burst and that her mouth was parched.
Have to piss. But thirsty. She headed for the kitchen.
Her breasts hurt a little from too much kneading, nipple-pulling and sucking. They wobbled, leaned heavily, lurched, and as she walked her cunt squished and dribbled juices. In the kitchen she saw a six pack of beer on the drain board. Still dewy with cold. Just what she needed. She took out a bottle and screwed off the cap, drank from the neck as she continued on to the bathroom.
There she squatted on the toilet, drinking beer as her swollen bladder fairly burst, hosing piss into the bowl like a waterfall. She gazed down between her tits and saw the yellow urine spurting in a stream as thick as a pencil. And saw her clit looking fiery, fingering out into view. She pinched it between thumb and forefinger and slowly jerked it off without pausing in pressuring pee out, or gulping down delicious beer.
Impressions whirled through her mind. The bullet hardness of George's cock, fucking her on the counter stool. She smiled. And her new pride in this huge clit she used to be ashamed of Doris naked except for the mask. The taste of Colby's cock, the luscious fatness of the head!
And yet it was all party, escape from reality.
I must somehow come to terms with Jim.
No, one night's escape is not enough to make Betsy into the independent, self-ruling cunt that she must be, which will be purely Betsy.
Still, look here, the bathroom door stands open and I'm shamelessly jerking off my clit – yes, jerking it off, not twiddling it – not caring who comes along. If they do I'll just invite them to join the fun. And now, the beer bottle empty, put it on the floor and fist a tit crown, tug it voluptuously. I could cum right here but I won't.
Abruptly she rose, at the sink turned on warm water and with a washcloth scrubbed her face, then her twat and thighs.
After drying herself on a towel she headed, determined, for the living room.
She arrived just as Colby drove his load into Vera's cunt, the pair of them howling and shrieking. The girl's hole overflowed and white sobs of cock cream hung on his wet shank.
Laura was still sucking George off. His bullet-prick stood stiff and thick in her fist, and she smiled as she bobbed the head in and out of her mouth.
Doris lay spraddled, Tom's cock half in her, she panting, flushed, rubbing sweat from her face below the mask.
"I came so hard!" she told Betsy. "I think I passed out!"
"But me!" Tom complained. "Still hard. Can't get my nuts off!"
Betsy laughed. "So that's something to complain about? Come on, Tom, fuck me. I bet we can do it…"
Standing over him, she fingered her crotch with both hands, spreading her cunt lips to show her red gash.
Grinning, Tom said, "One jab into that ought to make me shoot a pint. How do you want it, Betsy?"
"On the floor, so I can't fall anywhere if you drive me wild, which you will."
She dropped down, sat, and as Tom pulled out, Betsy fell on her back, legs spread wide. Again she fingered her pussy lips, the hair so slippery with drool that she could barely get fraction enough to squeeze them out, exposing her fuckhole.
Tom moved from Doris. Gazing at Betsy's cunt he took a cushion from the couch and plopped it down under her legs.
"Going to raise you up," he said, kneeling and lifting her ass, then poking the cushion under her.
Tilted upward, she let him raise her legs to his shoulders as he, still kneeling, scrunched up to the cushion and slipped his cockhead into her hole.
Yes, it slipped in, no choking up, that enormous flaring head nipping right into her!
The others were all watching, Colby still forcing his softening, spent cock into Vera's cunt, Laura's attention on them although she still licked George's prick, and Betsy sprawled on the couch clutching her vulva.
Tom was leaning toward her, his stony cock sludging deeper and deeper.
"Good?" he asked.
"So fucking good!"
When the head at last butted the depths of her hole, Betsy groaned, pulled her cuntal sphincter muscle on the root of the bony shank, and oh, there, a quivering little spasm of a cum!
Tom began jogging, short cock stabs. Betsy gazed up her tilted body and saw his stem jerk in and out of her, and her legs against him. He pressed to her, folding her legs back, and on the next thrust his massive tool stretched her cunt. Hot, she was panting and her tits jiggled heavily as he drove jarringly in.
She clutched them to restrain the wobble. The crowns had grown to burning cones that her caresses irritated.
Turning to Doris she cried, "Honey, suck my titties? They're on fire…"
Tom had slowed the pace, was sweeping all the way out, letting his cockhead nudge the mouth of her cunt for a moment before swishing in. She caught the rhythm and, bracing her legs against him, slowly squeezed on entry, gripping hard when the long fuck tool had plumbed her depths, then stripping it as Tom drew out.
And Doris came sliding off the couch, down on hands and knees, seizing up an outward-sloping tit and stuffing her mouth full.
The cool, wet suction seemed to draw out the fire. Grunting with pleasure, Betsy stroked the girl's sleek head. And then Laura came, leaving George's cock, knelt on the other side and suckered onto Betsy's left breast cap.
Their suck pulls were not timed together. A suck on the left tit, almost immediately one on the right, then a pause as both pushed into cushiony breast, nuzzling, licking. Now the left was quivering as Laura's tongue encircled it, just as Doris sucked the right one to her very throat. This unevenness was driving Betsy wild, but Tom's thrusts right up her middle provided a core to her being. She concentrated on screwing herself onto the plunging fuck tool, stripping it, squeezing until her cunt took over and began racing smoothly into orgasm.
She had become that enormous bubble again, all tits and cunt. She slipped her hands under the girls sucking her breasts and found Laura's big boobies spilling about as she rocked back and forth, seemingly riding an orgiastic wave of her own. Betsy snared both nipples in her fingers and clung to them. But her other hand found only one of Doris' breasts. Too disoriented now to calculate the position of the other, she simply clung to it.
Then Tom howled, "Now-www! My fucking nuts are roaring!"
Betsy felt his cock grow longer, and, if possible, harder, and heard the loud slapping of his scrotum on her ass.
"Shoot it – into me!" she cried, writhing and squeezing on the ramming cock, shrieking as her cum blew, scalding, thrashing around despite the mouths holding her breasts fast, tossing so wildly that her tits seemed to stretch like rubber.
Tom reared up and roared, "There!" and like a fountain within her jism splashed the walls of her cunt, splashed again. He held firm now, rooting about as he spurted, then again shouted and resumed his banging thrusts, his face turning red with the effort of spilling out his overload of cock spew.
Three times, four, five he spurted into the flow of her ebbing cum.
With the last he gave a groan, and slumped, exhausted.
But Betsy, squeezing her sphincter on the weakening prick, felt a new storm arising.
"Again!" she panted. "Tom, fuck me more, I'm getting another cum, like oh, God, my cunt is starting to turn over…"
"I'm pooped," Tom moaned. "It's shriveling up…"
"Then let George fuck me! George, George!" George came with a rush, seized Tom's shoulders and wrenched him away, his cock flipping out and sending white blobs of jism spraying all about.
And George thrust into the breech, spreading Betsy's legs as they fell and plunging his thick cock into the gaping red funnel shape of the gushing cunt she offered him.
Feeling the new hardness inside, she had only to squeeze in, hump at him once, and the new cum was triggered.
"I'm cumming!" Betsy shrieked. "Oh George your cock is so hard and wonderful I'll cum a dozen times…"
Her voice rang out in silence. No talk. No movement. George had paused, his prick buried deep inside her. The tit-sucking girls drew off and gazed upward.
A newcomer stood over them, a man in a gray suit. His face was white as chalk and grooved with rage.
Betsy was looking up at Jim, her husband.