Chapter 18
Toby couldn't stand the strain of just sitting still any longer. Watching Roy lapping Betsy's cunt had made her unbearably horny, and the boys seemed to be in some sort of trance. She got to her feet and went over to the bar to make herself another drink, keeping a curious eye on the group while she did it.
For a long moment, after she drew away from Roy's busy tongue, Betsy stood still, as if frozen in position at the peak of her frenzy of lust. But she wasn't frozen, at all, and proved to Toby in the next few seconds that she was a girl of resources.
Shaking herself out of her statue-like stance, Betsy turned and moved over to the couch Toby had just left. Toby watched, with fascination, as the tall girl smiled at the boys sitting inanely in a row on the floor, then turned her back to them and bent over, spreading her hands flat on the cushions of the couch.
The hem of Betsy's short dress slid high in back, exposing the full glory of her snow-white, perfectly formed young ass, aimed directly into the boys' staring eyes. Betsy had her feet apart, her legs spread, and her cunt winked pinkly, wetly, openly, at all of them. She was putting it on exhibition again, Toby knew, from a different perspective, angling for different results.
Toby, at the bar, trying to keep her hand from shaking as she sipped her drink, thought she'd never seen a cunt look so vulnerable as Betsy's twat looked in that position. The tender swollen outer lips of her moistly glistening pink slit seemed to gape open, displaying the tiny soft ridges and folds and crevices of intimate membrane, all a bright blushing pink, wet and welcoming. It was an open invitation, Toby knew. The boys couldn't miss the message.
The ice was broken. Shattered, Toby thought. It was time for the fuck-festivities to start.
But no one was starting them. For some reason, the boys seemed to be suffering from an acute attack of the shys. Betsy was still bent over, her legs spread, her open cunt all but beckoning, and not one of the boys had made a move.
Kevin, Toby knew intuitively, must be holding back because Betsy was his date, and he didn't want to appear to be selfish.
But Steve-there was no reason for Steve to be shy or backward about making a convivial move. She glanced in his direction and saw that he was looking directly at her, almost appealingly.
"Go ahead, Steve," Toby said, smiling broadly, encouragingly. "You're the host."
Steve stood up, his shorts poked far out in front. He bent swiftly and stripped the shorts to the floor, then almost bounded toward Betsy, his rigid cock jiggling stiffly in front of him, leading the way.
When he reached Betsy he raised his hands to hold her by the hips, and, without hesitation, lodged the head of his bursting-hard cock between the hungering open lips of her ravishing, wet, pink cunt.
"Ooohh," Toby heard Betsy murmur, but the tall girl didn't straighten up or turn around. "Who's nice hard cock is that, sneaking into my pussy?"
"The loving prick of one of your admirers," Steve said, having trouble getting the words out. "Which one."
"Steve."
"Ooh," Betsy said. "Aah. Good. We fuck at last, mine host."
As if it mattered to Betsy whose cock was sliding into her, Toby thought. Her own pussy was tingling like crazy, now, but she was in control of herself. Of herself, she felt, and the whole situation.
Calm for the moment, Toby went back to watching.
Betsy wriggled her ass slightly, as if acknowledging an introduction. The little wriggle served to lodge the head of Steve's prick more deeply between her twat lips.
Without any further formalities, then, Steve sank the entire length of his rigid, super-willing cock into the slender blonde girl, in one deep, sure, plunging stroke. He's growing up fast, Toby thought. The lower part of his abdomen made a muffled slapping sound against the resilient round white mounds of Betsy's buttocks.
Betsy uttered one small scream, but it was a scream of sheer joy. She raised her hands and placed them on the back of the couch, for support, to brace herself for whatever was to come. Steve gripped her hipbones more firmly, and considerately moved her around slightly, to give the rest of them a better view of the proceedings.
Steve began to fuck her seriously, then, with long, deep, steady, machine-like strokes, sliding his stiff shaft out almost to the head, then slamming it back into her, to the grateful depths of her cunt, his balls slapping against the upper in-sides of her slender rounded ripe young thighs.
Betsy grunted and groaned with every in-plunging stroke, wriggling her ass with every withdrawal, as if to arrange a better fit. Steve never slackened his urgent tempo, withdrawing his wet glistening shaft and pounding it home again, deep into her hungering cunt, with a rapid, sure, steady fuck-rhythm.
Toby, sitting now in an easy chair, still watching them, began to cross and uncross her legs, squeezing her thighs together. Her cunt was on fire with frustration and excitement, and she felt her juices flowing without putting out any of the flame.
Kevin, the tall redheaded young man who had brought Betsy as his date, noticed Toby's condition. He got to his feet slowly, watching her.
"May I?" he asked shyly, as if asking a strange girl for a dance.
Toby smiled at him happily, sat up to lift her dress off over her head, and lay back in the chair, her legs spread wide.