Chapter 19
She watched, with building excitement, as Kevin stepped, with maddening slowness, like a man in an underwater movie, toward her. When he reached her, finally, he got to his knees between her spread legs, and, without saying another word, leaned forward and began to gobble her cunt, licking, sucking, swallowing.
Just for openers, she thought, her hips starting to thrust, in greeting and in gratitude. But she was acutely aware of wanting more, much more.
She opened her eyes and looked around the room, over Kevin's busily bobbing head. Her gaze fell on Tommy, Steve's look-alike, who was standing, totally naked now, looking bewildered as his eyes focused first on Steve, busily humping Betsy from the rear, then on Kevin, just as frenziedly busy lapping and sucking Toby's eagerly up-thrusting cunt. His slender, rigid, innocent-looking white cock stood out from his body at an upward angle, looking strangely like some sort of tender shoot growing out of his lean young teenage body.
The steel-tempered slenderness of Tommy's yearning, poked-out prick, so lost-looking, gave
Toby an idea. A rapturously exciting idea. Now, if she could only get the idea across to Tommy.
Her bubbling pussy pumping greedily against Kevin's gorging mouth and tongue, she caught Tommy's eye, and smiled at him.
"Kevin," she said, pressing her fingers gently against his forehead, "we can't be selfish. There are others at the party."
The redhead took his mouth away from her cunt, regretfully.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, licking her cunt's moisture from his lips.
"You'll see," she said. She got up out of the chair and turned so her back was toward Tommy, then bent over, her legs apart. Betsy's position, she realized as she did it, but she, Toby, was no copy-cat. She was a girl with imagination, and the courage to indulge it. In the act of turning and bending, she noticed Roy, sitting on a hassock in his shorts, sipping his drink. If he had a hard-on, it wasn't visible in his neat blue undershorts. Playing it cool in front of the kids, Toby thought. The hell with old Roy, for the time being, anyway.
She looked at Tommy, with her face upside down, from between her spread legs.
"Tommy, would you like to try something a little on the exotic side?" she asked. "Are you game for some action kind of out of the ordinary?"
He was staring hard at Toby's luscious, ripe, rounded globes, the pink, open, vulnerable cunt below them, and, she hoped, at the tiny, puckered, neat, dusky pink-brown orifice half-hidden in the crevice.
Tommy caught on quickly.
"like you and Steve did, the other night?" he said, his voice cracking. She'd forgotten, for the moment, the rear-entrance episode with Steve at her place. "You'll let me fuck you in the ass?"
Let him? Ho. She didn't say anything, just held herself in that bent-over position, hoping her shadowed, modestly-situated ass-hole looked tempting to the frustrated boy. She wished, unreasonably, that she could make it smile encouragingly at the boy. Or wink, maybe.
"There's probably some Vaseline in the bathroom," Tommy said, starting in that direction.
"It won't be necessary," Toby said, crooking a beckoning finger at him from between her spread legs. She didn't want to bother to straighten up.
Tommy came toward her and walked around her, his stiff, slim, up-tilted cock seeming to look her right in the eye. Without wasting a moment, she took the head and most of the rigid slender shaft into her mouth, soaking it with her saliva. Nature's own Vaseline, she thought.
"There," she said. "Slide it in, Tommy. Stick it deep in my ass."
Awkwardly, hesitantly, Tommy moved around behind her, as she stayed bent over, wriggling her glorious ass temptingly. Toby stopped wriggling as she felt him place the hickory-hard, glistening wet head of his prick tentatively at the tiny, pursed aperture of her ass-hole.
She spread her legs wider, bracing her bare feet flat on the carpet, opening the cheeks of her ass further as he grasped her hips with his hands, and pushed, determinedly. All at once his hesitancy was gone. Eagerness had taken over. Eagerness, and the irresistible need of his lust-swollen, too-long-teased cock.
Toby groaned involuntarily as she felt his slender, hard, saliva-soaked cock slide deep into her ass, right to the hilt, with that one strong, eager stroke.
She reached around and put her hands behind his buttocks, holding him close, tight, deep inside her.
"Beautiful, Tommy. Your cock feels lovely, deep up inside me. But let's not be selfish, the way Kevin and I were, a minute ago."
"Selfish?" Tommy asked, mystified.
"Yes. Let's not be. Let's share the fucking. Let's lie down, on our sides. Slowly. Careful, now. Don't let your cock slip out, Keep your beautiful prick deep in there, all the way up my everlovin' ass.
Tommy didn't have to be cautioned. He kept his prick firmly, fondly imbedded in her ass-hole as they sank together to the rug.
Kevin, who had been watching the proceedings with intense interest and a swelling, impressive, awesomely angry-looking red hard-on, got the idea right away. He lowered himself to the floor and lay on his side, facing Toby. She raised her top leg high, opening her wet, pink, hungering cunt to him, to his swollen, explosive-looking cock.
He inserted it without hesitation or any trace of formality, and drove it deep into her impatiently-waiting, ultra-willing twat with one long, firm stroke. Then he held it still, resting against Tommy's taut rod through the thin slippery wall of sensitive membrane extending inside between Toby's tightly clutching ass-hole and cunt channel.
Writhing and squirming inside, between her wantonly widespread legs, Toby was filled with a churning excitement, as well as two hard, probing young pricks. But her busy mind had thought of more to add to her fuck-feast.
"Sam," she said to the blond boy, "bring your nice, willing cock over here."
Sam had been another naked woebegone spectator, sitting alone in a chair with his strong, sturdy-looking dong pointing toward the ceiling. Or toward heaven, maybe praying, Toby thought giddily. Well, she'd answer at least one of his prayers.
Moving with excited swiftness, Sam stood up from his chair and got down on the rug on his side, his legs partly between Kevin's torso and Toby's, his stiff, thick, crimson-brown cock touching the tip of Toby's nose. She reached up to hold the base of it with one hand, and took the purpling swollen head and about three inches of the stout pumping shaft into her mouth, in one long, deep, soft suck.
Toby was filled with joyous sensation, filled with cock, front, back and above. In her cunt, up her ass, in her mouth. Here, there, and everywhere, cock and more cock. Pumping, thrusting, fucking her from every direction. For a few excruciating seconds, it seemed to Toby like more than she could possibly stand.
Trying to distract herself, she devoted all her attention for a few moments to Sam's long-frustrated prick, licking and sucking it with consummate expertise, but impersonally, just because it was a thick, hard young cock. For those moments, she let the lower locations of her flaming fuck-delight take care of themselves.
With a lot of enthusiastic, humping help from Kevin and Tommy, the lower locations of her pleasure, her joyously active cunt and ass-hole, took care of themselves. The boys were team-fucking her, in beautiful unison, like a crew of rowers in a racing shell. Kevin, his slippery cock sliding ecstatically in and out of her clutching cunt, was rowing stroke, and Tommy, his slender up-curving prick-oar up her ass, matched Kevin's powerful strokes with precision as he put his back into it, ass-fucking her with noisy, buttock-slapping abandon. Thinking giddily of her crew-rowing metaphor, Toby thought she knew where the word "cockswain" came from.
She was getting silly, foolish, delirious with fuck-delight, she knew, and she wanted to laugh out loud. But she couldn't. Her mouth was filled, with hard, thrusting young cock. And very busy.
Licking, lapping, sucking, gobbling the cock in her mouth... feeling the plunging, probing, driving thrusts of the synchronized shafts in her bubbling cunt and up her splendidly reamed, ravaged ass-hole... hearing, in her ears and inside her head, the growing and receding waves of sound in the room... the grunts, gasps and groans of delight... Toby felt that her mind was melting. She was one great, palpitating mass of feeling, of sensation that transcended mere pleasure or fulfillment or even mortal ecstasy. If there was a heaven on earth, she felt, she was in it. She wanted to scream out her joy, but she couldn't.
Toby had no idea how long it lasted. Sam was the first to come, spurting gobs of warm sperm into the back of her throat. She swallowed, swallowed again, then licked and sucked his softening cock dry, using her hand to milk out the last pearly drop. But by then the movement of her mouth was automatic. All feeling, all sensation, was centered down below, keyed to the plunging, driving strokes of the oars of the tireless two-man crew.
Very soon after Sam's slackening, sated prick had slipped limply from her lips, Toby was at the quivering, screaming peak of orgasm. She could stand no more, she knew, without losing consciousness.
"Now," she gasped. "Kevin, Tommy, fuck, fuck, double-fuck me, now."
They raised the tempo of their fucking to a furious series of pounding plunges to the depths of her delirious cunt, the tight channel of her interior ass-hole. Toby exploded, and came, a series of silent thunderclaps inside her. She could hear her own gasps and groans, and was powerless to stop them.
Then Kevin and Tommy, with one last back-breaking stroke, crossed the finish line together; in Toby's head, the wild "cheering of the crowd echoed and re-echoed.
At the end, for the first time since their cocks had both been inside Toby, Kevin and Tommy broke their rhythm, and now their juices spurted raggedly, warmly, deep into her quivering insides, from two busy entrances.
While they were still spurting into her, Toby remembered Roy, who'd been sitting by so quietly, completely out of the action. She rolled her head, suddenly curious to see if all the activity was having any effect on the only adult male in the room.
It was having an effect, all right. Jesus, was it having an effect.
Filled abruptly with a wild new surge of excitement, Toby drew her ass-hole and her cunt swiftly, rudely, free of the two limp, friendly residing cocks, and scrambled to her feet.