Chapter 14

"I think that's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen," Ralph said, getting to his feet, "and I'm a couple of years beyond being a high school boy."

He dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed the inside of one swelling calf, then moved his tongue slowly upward, making soft, small circles on the responding flesh of her inner thighs. Toby could feel herself begin to purr as his tongue touched the soft globes beneath the lower opening of her cunt.

"Eat it all, Ralph," she said, her voice suddenly tight. "You're a growing boy. Don't just taste here and there."

She spread her legs farther apart as his fingers came up and opened wide the softly swelling outer lips of her now-greedy cunt, His tongue came forward slowly, extended fully, and with one long, hard, broad stroke, licked the entire inner length of her twat, roiling the sensitive, responsive folds of quivering moist membrane.

Toby felt her hips responding, all on their own, pressing her pussy to his mouth as his tongue probed deeper. His lips closed over the elusive eel of her clitoris, and as Ralph sucked and licked and gobbled her cunt, his mouth, lips and tongue worked together as a team to stir up the already stormy little pink sea of sensation between her furry shores.

Then, squirming, Toby was conscious of another sensation, somehow reminiscent of the busy evening before: one of Ralph's fingers was probing into the puckered entrance of her ass-hole. She let her sphincter go loose, welcoming the intruder, and his finger slid deep, wriggling and exploring.

Her mouth opened and a gasp escaped. This whole younger generation was full of surprises-Ralph, now, finger-fucking her ass-hole while his tongue probed her cunt.

Toby felt her hips rising and thrusting in the chair, faster and faster, to meet the probing of Ralph's tongue, the suction of his mouth glued tight to her up-thrusting twat. Her ass twirled in minute, squirming circles to the added excitement of his diddling, deep-plunging finger. She reached a plateau of pure pleasure, and stayed there, deliberately, not wanting to come this way, after all that build-up for the boys, while Ralph, hungry, fully-dressed Ralph, kept gobbling, licking, devouring the tender fiery flesh of her cunt. But Toby had to have more-much, much more.

"Please, Ralph," she said at last. "Please."

Looking over at Jay, sitting tensely on the sofa, she raised one hand and crooked her finger.

"Your turn, Jay," she said. "But get undressed first, please. I want you to fuck me. Please."

Ralph took his mouth a fraction of an inch away from its pink, squirming sustenance and looked up at her. His tongue kept licking air. He didn't say anything. He didn't look capable of saying anything.

"Take a breather, Ralph," she said. "Let your friend have a little fun. Let him cool his cock in there. Let him find out if it's delicious, like you say. Let him find out the ever-lovin' hard way."

She sat back in the chair, her thighs wide open, and Ralph resumed his licking, lazily, now. She was watching, in awed admiration, as Jay fumbled with buttons and zippers, and his sleek-muscled milk chocolate body came gradually into view. Jay's shoulders were wide and slightly sloping, his chest broad and flat and completely hairless. The muscles in his arms and upper body were long and smooth, not bunchy or knotty, but as he dropped his pants and undershorts he turned his back, smiling at her fleetingly over his shoulder as he stepped out of them and stood looking away from her for a moment, completely nude.

Her eyes traveled up from the floor, tasting the sight of his powerful swelling calves, his surging trunk-like thighs, and the high nervous bunching of his taut, concave buttocks. Jay turned to her, then, slowly, and she took a deep suck of air.

His mammoth rigid cock throbbed upward, the swollen dusky-purple head winking a challenge at her with its single Cyclops eye. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and she closed it with a conscious effort, and smiled at him.

"Wheel your cannon over here, please," she said, then touched Ralph on the forehead, moving his head back. "Your feast is over, for a while, Ralph. For dessert, you can fuck me, a little later. If you want."

Ralph got to his feet, reluctantly, and managed a smile.

She transferred her attention to Jay, and focused his huge, swinging cock. She smiled, but it was an effort. She didn't feel like smiling. She felt like screaming out loud, in sheer joy.

Jay smiled, too, but it looked like an effort on his part, too. She was glad to know that she wasn't alone in being less than casual about this upcoming fuck. A cock like that was a special occasion, for any horny girl's cunt.

As he stepped toward her, she sat spread-thighed and immobile in the chair, staring in delighted wonder at the great shaft aimed so accurately at the wet open slit of her pinkly pouting pussy, at the core of her being.

Behind and below the tightly-stretched, darkly-gleaming skin of his apple-hard prickhead, the long, thick shaft seemed to diminish in the distance, like straight railroad tracks on a level plain, she thought idiotically. Jay's cock was roughly the thickness of her wrist, Toby estimated, and the color of seasoned oak.

As Jay came close, she reached out and touched his monstrous limb with her fingers, then held it caressingly, possessively, between both hands. Not only was it the color of old oak, it was just as hard. With the bark off. Thank God, with the bark off. She had an uncomfortable moment, thinking of the rough sides of a tree trunk rasping and scratching its way along the tender walls of her twat.

His voice de-railed her chain of thought.

"We're very flattered," Jay said, and for a moment she was confused, by the Ve.' Then she knew it wasn't the editorial 'we.' He was referring to himself and his great dark dork. Partners, they were, in his mind. United in a very earnest team effort.

"It's magnificent," she said, giving the stout oaken limb an affectionate squeeze with her hands. She could have thrown her arms around it. "It's a beautiful cock. An enormously beautiful cock. I can't take my eyes off it."

"You're going to have to take your eyes off it," Jay said, being practical, "if it's going to do you or me or anybody any good."

"You're so right," Toby said, and bent forward in the chair and kissed the dark noble shaft, licking the underside with her tongue, then taking the soft folds of skin in the gathered wrinkled shawl below the shaft neck between her lips, moistening the unresisting sensitive mass with tiny, soft, sucking kisses, making her mouth very tender and soft and warm.

"Enough," Jay said, his hands on her ears. She drew her mouth from his cock, stood up, tugged off her dress, and stepped out of her shoes as she stepped over to the long couch and lay down, on her back. Glancing down, she saw that her taut nipples were wrinkled, puckered, stiffly erect, poking up darkly at Jay, who was watching her with something that looked like amusement on his face.

But only for a moment. He dropped to his knees beside the couch and pushed her gently back as she started to sit up to kiss him. When she lay flat again, his open mouth found her own mouth's warm, wet welcome, and his tongue plunged in and began a frantic, sliding tango with hers. She felt his hands all over her at once, sliding, squeezing, stroking, pinching at her hard, inflamed nipples. Then she felt a finger slide urgently into the waiting wetness of her quaking, craving cunt.

Toby tore her mouth away from his and lay back on the couch with an in-sucking gasp, opening her legs, spreading her thighs and the lips of her cunt in a wide, wanton welcome.

"No," he said, looking deep into her eyes. He seemed to be smiling, faintly. My God, she thought, what a time to make jokes.

"No, what?" She was squirming, writhing, conscious of the warm, coarse fabric of the couch, against the tender skin of her ass.

"No. Not here."

"Not here?" He was crazy. As long as they'd gotten this far, Wilton's couch was as good a place as any. Jay was either crazy, or cruel. A sadist, that's what he was. Toby was in an agony of immediate desire, of quivering lust, of totally abandoned torment.

"Not on the couch," Jay said, smiling gently. "On the floor. There's more room."

Thank God, she thought, sliding swiftly to the rug. He wasn't crazy at all. Far from it. There was more room on the floor.

Jay arched over her, bracing himself on his elbows, and she flung her legs joyously around his lean hips, hooking her heels behind him. His brown face, smiling tenderly, was directly over hers, his eyes looking steadily into her own.

Toby reached down and expertly swung the great boom of his heavy dark cock toward her, bringing the gleaming swollen head against the hot swollen outer lips of her wet, soundlessly burbling cunt.

He eased the monstrous rigid shaft forward an inch, two inches, until most of the seemingly fist-sized head was engulfed in her slimed, quivering twat-opening. Then he stopped his forward thrust, holding his hips immobilized.

"Oh, please," she almost sobbed, between her squeezed-shut teeth. "Please. Put it in."

"All of it?" Jay was smiling broadly now. Oh, my God, she thought. I'll never be a tease again.

"All of it. Every long, lovely, thick, hard fucking inch of it." It was almost a prayer, the way she said it.

Jay began to slide the long, hard, velvet-sheathed log into her clutching, hungry cunt, then, slowly, an inch at a time. There were a lot of inches to slide in. Toby unhooked her heel" from behind him and let her legs he wide apart, spreading the red carpet of her cunt for his royal entrance, but as the thick rigid plunger approached the termination of its first trip into the depths of her gasping cunt-cavern, her knees perked up spasmodically, and her legs began to flail around behind his back.

When the great shaft was fully imbedded, to the hilt, his pelvic mound grinding hard against her sucking cunt-mouth, she hooked her heels behind him again and raised her hips, pushing herself tighter against him. His hands came up behind her, holding her shoulders, as he drew the shaft slowly outward, then plunged it in again. It seemed to reach even deeper as the walls of her cunt-sheath opened wider to accommodate the length and breadth of Jay's surging monster of a prick.

"That's it," Toby said. "Deep. Deeper."

Jay began to fuck her deeply, with long, slow, driving strokes, and her hips rose and fell, rose and fell, in perfect time with his own slow rhythm, her cunt lips clutching and sucking and holding the thick slippery shaft as if reluctant to let go on every out-stroke, squeezing and embracing every deepening plunge to her inner depths.

Toby's eyes were squeezed shut, and she could hear only the sound of Jay's deep breathing, mingled with her own panting moans. Then, gradually, she became aware of the sound her own hips and buttocks were making, pounding on the carpet, and she knew that the tempo of their fucking had increased. She heard a slapping sucking sound, too, and knew it came from the wild pounding of his heavy, swinging balls in the sweaty crevice between her pumping buttocks.

Her own moans were louder, now, becoming gasping little screams, and she knew her fingernails were raking the smooth skin of his back. But she couldn't help herself, couldn't stop, couldn't keep herself from doing anything she was doing. The pounding of her hips sounded to her as frantic as the frenzied struggles of an impaled moth.

Then her climax was on her, bursting inside her, searing, throbbing, pounding, choking her in a thunderous, lightning-stabbed storm of roaring sensation.

"Now," she screamed, "oh, God, now."

Jay drove his mammoth prick into her ecstatic cunt in a pounding fury of lightning strokes, and as she shuddered and jerked convulsively she felt his hot juices spurting into her, gushing deep, flooding her deep quivering cave of cock-loving joy. She put her arms and legs tight around him, and just hung on, as he kept the hard core of her ecstasy buried deep inside her, letting the diminishing waves of her passion wash over it.

It was a long time before her spasms subsided enough for her to let go of him. Toby lay back limply on the rug, looking up at him, as he drew his giant slackening organ out of the tender clutch of her sated cunt, and got to his feet.

He looked down at her, lying stretched out on the rug, her legs still apart, her cunt oozing come and contentment.

"You ought to work late more often," he said. "Aah, yes," she breathed.

She was too wonderfully weary at the moment to say any more. The way she felt, the floor was quite comfortable, the cushioning provided by the thick carpet quite adequate.

Still lying flat on her back, her legs sprawled apart, she let her eyes close.

She opened her eyes only seconds later, at the feel of a hard and hairy leg brushing the inside of her thigh, just above the knee.

Ralph was kneeling there, between her spread thighs, ready to mount her. She'd forgotten all about Ralph, while Jay had been fucking her.

But Ralph hadn't forgotten about her. He was completely naked, his cock pulsingly erect.

"Ahh, Ralph," she said, sitting up abruptly. "Would you mind waiting a little while? I'm all fucked out, at the moment."

"Wait!" Ralph said, looking down at his rigid, straining prick. "I've been waiting."

"Maybe I can think of something to do for you, while you're waiting," Toby said, smiling at him.

"What?"

"Sit down, over on the couch."

He hesitated a second, then got to his feet, stepped over to the couch, and sat down. Toby moved over to him, crabwise, sat Yoga-fashion between his spread knees, and leaned forward and took the inflamed-looking, red swollen head between her soft, warm, moist lips.

"Ahh," Ralph said, letting his hips slide forward to the edge of the couch.

Toby took her mouth away for a fleeting moment, and smiled up at him.

"like that?" she asked him.

"Love it."

"Well, it's the least I can do for you, while you're waiting."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you sucked my pussy before, didn't you?"

"Sure did. And it was delicious."

"So. The least I can do now is suck your cock for you, while you're waiting to slide it into my juicy cunt."

"I agree," Ralph said.

She leaned forward again, took his cock into her mouth, deeply this time, and began to suck him off in earnest, with loving, tongue-fluttering skill. She gave him the sucking of his young lifetime.

And to Toby, his cock was delicious.