Chapter 6
"Speaking of eating," Beth said when Walt pulled out of her a full two minutes later, "is anyone hungry? I am. God, I've suddenly discovered I'm starving!"
"Well, I'll be damned," Walt said in a teasing mood, pretending to be insulted. "I like that! Were you lying there thinking of food all the time I was screwing you?"
"No, silly," Beth protested. "Of course not."
"Consider it a compliment," Glen told Walt. "She's always starved after she's been thoroughly fucked."
"I'm hungry too," Jen said, scooting across the bed and moving her face down close to Beth's cum-oozing pussy. "Mmm! It looks delicious. I think I'll have my dessert first." With that she covered Beth's slick cunt with her mouth and began sucking and tonguing hotly.
Walt laughed loudly at the shocked expression on Glen's and Beth's faces. "You'll have to forgive my wife's table manners. I warned you she was insatiable, remember?"
"Mmm. I don't mind," Beth murmured, opening her legs wider so Jen could get at her cunt better. "Damn, you left me so full and gooey, though."
"Jen doesn't mind. The messier the better. She's hopelessly queer for both sexes."
"Queer for both sexes? That's impossible," Glen said.
"Not for Jen," Walt chuckled. "She's a lovable but crazy mixed-up kid. She's only been a girl for two years now."
"Goddamn you," Jen said, looking up. "I've been a girl all my life."
"Then how come I met you in the steam room at the Y, baby?"
"Jesus Christ, Walt. Do you have to tell everybody about it?"
"Why not, honey? Shit, I think it's great."
Jen jumped off the bed and got her cigarettes. She lit one, then passed them around as an afterthought, glaring angrily at her husband all the while.
Beth and Glen were thoroughly confused. They wondered what the hell Jen and Walt were talking about, but they were too polite to ask. Jen was obviously a girl, in looks, build and temperament, and a lovely, graceful girl at that. Glen had sampled her charms just minutes before and had found her wonderfully responsive. He wondered if her husband might be slightly nuts.
"Shit," Jen said, shrugging. "I may as well tell you, now that muscle-boy has let the cat out of the bag because he's jealous. Aren't you jealous, Walt? You'd love to be a girl too, wouldn't you? But with your bone structure and all those muscles, you'd be a homely bitch and you know it."
"What she says is about half true," Walt admitted. "I'm bisexual."
"I think that's marvelous!" Beth exclaimed. "I guess that's what I am, because I've got these lovely feelings for you, Jen."
"I know, baby," Jen said. "I knew from the minute I saw you."
"And you're bisexual too?" Beth asked, quite obviously delighted with the new knowledge of what she herself was.
Jen sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling now. "I'm a transsexual," she said.
Glen appeared stunned at her words, but Beth was even more delighted and excited. Her eyes widened. She looked Jen up and down. "I've read about that. You had an operation, didn't you?"
Jen put her hand on Beth's thigh, patting her as she talked. "Yes, you little doll, I had an operation. I was born with a boy's equipment. It was a mistake of nature. I've been sure I was supposed to be a girl, ever since I was seven years old. Inside, I've always known it. I tried hard to be a boy. I screwed as many girls as any normal teenage boy does, probably more, because I was trying so hard to be a real male. But I couldn't carry it off completely. I loved my boy friends more than my girl friends, because I was more girl than boy inside.
"Wasn't it awful for you?" Beth asked, fascinated by what Jen was telling her.
Jen smiled. "At the time, I thought so. But looking back on it, I guess I really had a ball. I was known as 'the sex machine' in high school, because I had such an active sex life. I could turn on either way, whether I was making a girl or going down on a guy. I'm still that way, of course, but now I like myself much better. I used to play a fair game of baseball -- good enough to make the school team, by God. But other than that I wasn't interested in boys' activities. At home, in the privacy of my room, I dressed and felt like any normal girl. Now I am a girl. I can do anything any other girl can do, except have a baby and menstruate. And who the hell really needs to do either of those things? There are too many people in the world already, and I seriously doubt if bleeding every month would make me feel any more feminine than I already do. I look like a girl, I feel like a girl, I'm married to a man, I fuck like a girl and climax almost every time. I've had a taste of both worlds. Being a girl is me. I heard about this doctor down in Tijuana, so I went there and he made me on the outside what I've always been on the inside. I take female hormones regularly. I'm a girl ... and I love it."
"You're a very feminine girl too," Beth said, smiling as she stroked the soft skin of Jen's belly. "You're pretty and graceful and ... just lovely in every way. If you hadn't told us, we never would have guessed you weren't born a girl, would we, Glen?"
Glen's initial shock had worn off as Jen talked. Her voice was warm and throaty but every bit as feminine-sounding as she looked and felt. "Hell no," he exclaimed. "In fact, I'm not sure I believe you. I think you're putting us on. I think I'd know if what you say is true. By God, I just screwed you! I ought to know if you're a girl or not!"
Beaming at Glen's words, Jen took his face between her slender hands and pulled him to her for a kiss. "Thank you," she said warmly. 'Thank you both. You're wonderful people. Let's become close friends, all four of us.
"Let's eat," Walt interrupted.
"Let's shower first. All four of us together," Beth suggested.
Later, still nude and pink from their hot shower, Beth and Jen made sandwiches in the kitchen while Walt and Glen mixed drinks. They ate in the living room, bare butts being more comfortable on upholstered furniture than on cold dinette chairs. Glen kept looking Jen over, trying to decide for sure if what she'd told them was true. She had no visible scars from surgery that he could detect. Her tits were small, but not small enough to look right on a male body. And she was so confidently feminine in everything she did and said-more feminine, in fact, than Beth, whom no one could doubt was all girl.
Beth, for her part, believed every word Jen had told her. Jen had no reason to lie about such a thing, she reasoned; and Beth had no cause to doubt her story. It didn't matter to Beth in the least that Jen had once been a boy. She liked her anyhow. If anything, it only made Jen all the more attractive to her. Now, besides being desirable and pretty, Jen was also mysterious. Beth's insatiably curious mind fed on Jen's sex change. It was an erotic and daring thing. How many people could claim to have functioned in both the male and female sex roles, as Jen could? One in a million, perhaps. No, Jen's having changed sexes didn't make her at all repulsive to Beth; it made her just that much more interesting a person to know.
"Did you have surgery to build up your breasts?" Glen asked, still not sure in his own mind that any surgery had taken place.
Jen, not offended at all by his question, said, "No, baby. I was never very hairy or muscular. My skin was always soft and smooth and I used to get kidded quite a lot in the boy's locker rooms about needing a bra. The hormones enlarged my tits naturally. They're about twice as big now as they used to be, when I had a cock between my legs instead of the wonderful pussy I now have. I would have had those silicone injections or implants if the hormones hadn't done the trick, though."
Jen smiled as she reached over and cupped one of Beth's large tits. "I'd love to have beauties like yours, honey, but I don't want 'em bad enough to suffer those injections or surgery. Besides, I kind of like mine. They're small but well-shaped, don't you think?"
Interpreting Jen's touch and question as an invitation, Beth turned toward her on the couch and put a hand on each of Jen's pert boobies. "I think they're just right for your slender shape," she said. "They're just darling. May I kiss them? " Jen smiled seductively. "By all means, baby. I thought you'd never ask."
Jen smiled as Beth lowered her head, her full lips puckered. She planted a hesitant kiss on each small brown nipple. The tip of her tongue came quickly from between her lips and circled Jen's hardening buds. Then, sighing, Jen took Beth's face between her graceful hands and pulled her head up.
"Don't stop me," Beth protested. "I like it. I want to kiss you some more."
"You little doll," Jen cooed, pulling Beth's face to hers and kissing her on the lips.
It felt strange but very pleasant to be kissing Jen, Beth thought, returning her kiss immediately. She pressed her lips firmly to Jen's opening her mouth to accept Jen's probing tongue. It shot into her mouth, tasting warm and sweet and dainty, feminine to the Nth degree. Beth let out a tiny whimper as she sucked voraciously on Jen's darting tongue. It was so exciting, so depraved, so sweet!
Walt, who'd been sitting beside his wife on the couch, got up and walked toward Glen. "Looks like we're going to get a show," he said, grinning as he sat down on the carpet beside Glen's easy chair.
"It's all right by me," Glen said, also grinning. "I've never seen two gals make it together, have you?"
"Lots of times," Walt said. "Shit. You name it and I've seen it or done it, or both. It never gets boring, though, not to me. Sex is my bag. Jen's, too. Did she tell you we're veteran swappers?"
"No, she didn't mention it," Glen mumbled, staring intently as Beth and Jen embraced hotly.
'The orgy is the thing," Walt exclaimed. "God. Everybody sexing everybody else! It's the only way to fly!"
"I bet Beth would like that," Glen said. "Going to a real orgy, I mean. I think I would too. It would be a novel experience."
"Shall I see to it that you and Beth are invited to one in the near future?" Walt asked.
Glen looked down at Walt's smiling face, ignoring the hand on his knee, and asked, "Could you? Christ yes, I'd like to try it at least once. I'm sure Beth will go for it."
"Consider it done," Walt said, squeezing Glen's knee with powerful but gentle fingers. "You and Beth will be our guests. We could get a half-dozen couples together at our place next Friday evening."
"Count us in," Glen said, then almost immediately felt Walt's hand move higher up his leg.
Watching the girls kiss and fondle each other had Glen's dick standing hard and ready. He thought of protesting when Walt boldly reached up and took it in his big hand. But he didn't, nor did he object when Walt knelt before him and pushed his knees apart. He went on watching the girls make love as he let Walt pull his ass out to the edge of the chair. A gasp rose inside his throat as Walt covered his prick with his hot, wet mouth. He repressed the gasp, sighing instead, enjoying the wet suction surrounding his tool as he stared across the room at his wife and Jen.
"Baby, baby," Jen breathed, holding Beth's face slightly away from hers and looking hungrily into her excited eyes. "Kiss me. Kiss me all over!"
"Oh, yesss," Beth murmured lustfully, dropping her head and kissing Jen's neck.
Her heart pounding in her chest, Beth stroked Jen's creamy body with open hands and kissed her way down Jen's throat toward more interesting places. She left a wet trail across her chest, licking with her warm tongue as she moved jerkily toward Jen's tits. She found one, claimed it, took the whole delicious morsel inside her wide-open mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Jen's blissful sigh filtered down to her alert ears, adding to the pleasure she felt at sucking tit for the first time in her life. It was such a thrilling thing to do!
Giving herself over to her new-found delight, Beth moved from tit to tit, kissing and sucking till Jen was moaning with lust and running her long fingers through Beth's long blonde hair. Soon that wasn't enough for either of them. Jen pushed Beth's head down. Beth let her head be moved lower and lower-kissing, licking, nibbling with her puffy lips-down Jen's belly, her flicking tongue-tip flicking into her indented navel, then lower still, licking all the way, enjoying the taste of her clean female body, breathing in her scented aroma, which was so much lighter than Walt's aroma had been.
Crisp, untrimmed pubic hair brushed against her lips, making Beth feel giddy and light-headed. She didn't have to wonder how it would be with another woman any more. Now she knew. As her lips and tongue played through Jen's sex hair, she knew a thrill entirely new to her. She was going to kiss Jen directly cunt-center and she loved the idea of it.
When her lips felt the smoothness and wetness of Jen's oozing cunt, Beth drew back her head to examine it closely. She pulled Jen's cunt open with trembling lingers. It was impossible to believe a cock had ever grown from Jen's delightful hole. It looked perfectly natural-elliptical, soft, moist. Jen's clitoris was a raw-looking, fiery red button, bigger than Beth's and apparently more sensitive, judging from the way Jen twitched and moaned when Beth flicked it with the ball of her middle finger. The outer cunt lips, ringed with dark curly hair, were swollen now, their inner surfaces glistening with Jen's clear secretions. The inner lips were clearly defined, almost as raw-looking as the large clit and twitching with anticipation.
"You don't look dry to me," Beth said. "Oh, Jen! Honey, you're juicier than I am. What a beautiful pussy!"
"It's juicy for you, darling," Jen groaned. "My cunt is crying for your tongue. Suck me, Beth. Stick your tongue deep inside me and lick and lick! It's a girl juice, baby. Real girl juice, the same as you make."
Impatiently, Jen grabbed Beth's head and pulled her mouth to her slippery hot cunt. Opening her mouth wide, Beth let her pretty face be pulled tight into Jen's crotch.
Crisp pubic hair mashed coarsely over Beth's tender lips. She whimpered and eagerly stuck her tongue into Jen's seeping tunnel, licking wildly. Jen was right; her taste was almost identical to Beth's own. Since Ron had left, Beth had been masturbating daily and, wondering how she would taste, and licked her juicy fingers many times during each secret session. She'd liked the taste of her own pussy, and Jen's was even more thrilling to Beth because she was experiencing it directly, without the need for fingers serving as a spoon.
As Beth sucked lustfully at Jen's tasty cunt, Glen looked on with mounting interest. His eyes didn't miss a thing, and his keen ears picked up his wife's throaty moans and the slurping noises made by her ever-working lips and tongue. His cock was still in Walt's greedy mouth, with Walt taking nearly all of it now, bobbing his head up and down slowly and sensually, his forehead bumping lightly against Glen's belly each time he descended fully on Glen's throbbing fuckstick.
Pushing Beth's head from her crotch, Jen moaned, "Oh, God, baby! What you're doing to me! Come up here and let me kiss your sweet mouth!"
Beth came up off her knees, pushing her cunt against Jen's and throwing her arms around her, hugging her tight as they kissed passionately. Tit to tit and cunt to cunt, they sucked tongues and swapped saliva, both of them wriggling and rubbing their bodies together.
"I love sexing you," Beth exclaimed. "I love your pussy."
"Let me eat you," Jen pleaded. "I've been drooling for it ever since I first saw you."
"Together,' Beth breathed. "What do they call it? Let's do each other at the same time."
"Oh, you little doll!" Jen gushed, her voice edged with delight. She flopped on the couch on her back with her legs open and her arms held out to Beth. "Sixty-nine, baby. That's what it's called. Hurry! Get on me and smother me with your beautiful blonde box! God, you're as excited as I am, aren't you? You're dripping!"
Beth got on top of Jen, pressing her cunt to Jen's waiting mouth and once again dropping her face to the brunette's spit-slick pussy. "My clit," Beth hissed. "Suck my clit!"
Then Beth could say no more, for she was taking Jen's big clit between her puffy lips and sucking it into her mouth, batting it back and forth with the tip of her tongue as Jen did the same marvelous thing to her.
At the same time, on-rushing orgasm had Glen's dick twitching inside Walt's mouth. He'd lost all revulsion at the thought of another man's sucking him off and had begun moving his hips in time with Walt's bobbing head, unashamedly helping him by screwing his cock into that hot, pleasure-producing chasm. It surprised him when Walt suddenly slurped off his dick and swung about to sit cross-legged on the floor and watch the action on the couch.
"Jesus," Glen complained. "Why'd you stop? I'm about to blow."
"That's why, baby," Walt grinned through wet and puffy lips. "Save it. We'll get with the girls for a four-way orgasm after they finish sixty-nining. Let's watch 'em. I love to see Jen making out with another girl."
Glen had to admit it was an exciting spectacle. His wife was going wild now that Jen was sucking her cunt. Both girls were moaning and rolling and rubbing their hot twats against each other's mouth. "Look at Beth," he muttered. "God, look at her go!"
"Yeah. They're about to come, Glen. You won't have long to wait now. Let's feed 'em dick soon as they've finished their hair pie, okay?"
"Damn right it's okay!" Glen groaned. "I want Jen. You fuck my wife's mouth!"
Walt chuckled. "You're already becoming a helluva swapper, pal."
Jen came first, sobbing and rubbing her whole face in Beth's blonde crotch as her own cunt danced orgasmically against Beth's working lips and flashing tongue. It looked wonderfully intense. Jen's long fingers gripped the soft cheeks of Beth's butt till her sharp red fingernails nearly disappeared into the yielding flesh. She shuddered from head to toe, crying into Beth's pussy instead of sucking it, her voice sounding muffled and broken.
"Oh, quit ... quit!" she pleaded when her cunt was tingling with the final, weakened spasms of her climax.
"What's wrong?" Beth asked, pulling her face away and turning to look over her shoulder, still not able to see Jen's face because her own butt and thighs were in the way.
"Nothing ... nothing's wrong, baby. It just got so good and my pussy got so sensitive I can't stand it any more right now, that's all. Just lick me nice and easy while I finish you."
As Jen's mouth returned hotly to her cunt, Beth extended her pink tongue and began licking up and down the crevice of Jen's still-twitching snatch. She kept it up, moving her whole head as Jen once again formed her soft lips around her clitoris and drew it tautly into her mouth. The top of Jen's tongue felt marvelous to Beth as it moved excitedly over her pleasure button. It was rough enough to send millions of tiny arrows flying around in her loins, but smooth enough not to chafe her most sensitive organ. In less than a minute Beth was gasping at the onset of her own orgasm, forgetting to lick Jen's sweet cunt, forgetting everything in the world except the pleasure bomb building inside her quivering belly. When it exploded, Beth let out a shriek of pure joy and flung her head about in ecstasy, shouting obscenities at the top of her lungs as her flying hair whipped the air.