"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."
"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.