Chapter 20
She was too late.
Too late, that is, if she didn't want to be rude to Betsy, the tall, slender young blonde who'd come to the party as Kevin's date. Betsy had gotten to where Toby wanted to be, right this second, and Betsy had gotten there first.
Roy had a hard-on now, all right, and it was a thing of beauty. Toby hadn't appreciated how big Roy's cock was, that evening at her place, or maybe for some reason it was bigger, more swollen now. Now, it seemed to her a huge, magnificent brute of a brown, seasoned-looking cock. Maybe that was it. It had a veteran, heroic look about it.
Standing free, viewed from a distance of a few feet, it looked far more awesome than the other times she'd viewed it, so hastily, before her impatient, insatiable, ravenous cunt had gulped it in. Hugely erect, swollen, purpling hard, it seemed to dwarf the other cocks in the room, limp and diminished as they were by Toby's busy twat and mouth and ass-hole. And by Betsy's prime young pussy, which had evidently sucked the swelling from Steve's prick.
Roy was lying flat on his back on the rug, a few feet from the hassock he'd been perched on, his shaft extending upward, perpendicular from his dark thick bush, seeming to grow from it, like some kind of granite monument, marked and weathered by a century's storms, but still standing sturdily, for the ages. All ages.
And Betsy stood astride it.
Slender, wide-eyed, dewy-mouthed, dewy-pussied, Betsy posed for a long moment with one bare foot planted beside each of Roy's hips, looking at once ecstatically excited, defiant, and challenging. There was something commanding about the open slash of her cunt, vibrantly red now, reigning not only over Roy but over the whole room. And there was something queenly and commanding in the young girl's manner.
"I don't want you to do a damn thing," Betsy was saying, looking down into Roy's face. "Don't move a muscle, for now. We're about to fuck, my friend. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You understand? Your great big hard cock, fucked by my tight little twat, my juicy, cock-crazy cunt. I'll take care of all the fucking action, for both of us."
Roy folded his hands casually under the back of his head as a pillow, and smiled up at the tall tawny-blonde. Patronizingly, Toby thought. The bastard. Oh, the ungrateful bastard. After all, she'd called him, just those few nights ago, and if it hadn't been for her phone call, none of this would be happening. Bastard. Freshly fucked and reamed as she was, her cunt yearned for the feel of that great in-sliding shaft of thick oaken muscle.
Standing astride Roy as she was, Betsy's brightly glistening wet cunt seemed to flame in the middle of the dark-blonde luxuriance of her bush. Her openly pouting pussy, looking small and tight and tender and innocently young no longer, appeared to be suspended, supported precariously on those long, slender, dancer's legs, directly above the bursting purple head of Roy's patiently rigid prick. That monster-looking cock, Toby thought, trying to remember it in her cunt. This girl and her tight little twat have met their match.
Slowly, deliberately, seeming to tease herself as well as Roy, Betsy bent her knees and let herself-her lewdly open-lipped pussy first and foremost-down, in one long, tantalizing but unhesitating descent, until the wet open mouth of her visibly ravenous cunt engulfed the swollen apple-hard head of Roy's fearsome cock.
For just a fraction of a second, Toby experienced vicariously the shivering rapture of having that great probing monster of a cock fitting itself into her own wet, clutching, gulping cunt.
Toby squirmed, and found that she was sitting down in an easy chair; and that Sam's blond head was between her knees, his eyes on her face, questioningly.
"Go ahead," she said, smiling absently, looking back at Betsy and Roy fitting cunt to cock. "Eat my pussy, if that's what you're thinking about."
Without a pause, Sam leaned forward and began to eat her cunt, with deep, licking, sucking devotion. Toby raised her arms and laced her hands behind her head, abstractedly, to encourage his efforts. She let her legs spread wider, giving him more lapping room at the delicate flesh feast of her tender, pinkly moist, open pussy.
Toby watched, fascinated now, as Betsy's warm, wet, swallowing cunt made the long descent down Roy's monument of a shaft.
Then, all at once, Betsy appeared to go berserk, as if a jolt of electric current had shot through her, as if Roy's big cock were a plug in a socket. Suddenly, wildly, through the socket outlet of her cunt, Betsy was electrified.
Shuddering, the slender blonde closed her eyes, tight, squeezed shut, screamed, and gyrated her hips in a maddened circular motion, as if to escape the impaling, up-thrusting thick spear of Roy's cock. At the same time, her cunt, with a mind and a crazed need of its own, demanded a deeper, and deeper, and deeper penetration, a greater, stretching fulfilling.
Toby watched, quivering in her excitement, thrusting her hips and her cunt upward to take full advantage of the lively, searching probing tongue in her own streaming quim, as Roy lay back, his hips arched up from the floor and the entire thrusting length of his big prick at the complete disposal of Betsy's ravenous, gulping twat.
Toby could see that there was no possibility of his matching any kind of rhythm or stroke to
Betsy's crazy, mindless cunt-frenzied gyrations. Toby looked at the slim girl's normally lovely face. It was unrecognizable-the eyes squeezed shut as if in agony, the mouth twisted in a grotesque distortion of a grin, issuing groans and squeals that had no resemblance to any human sound.
Betsy kept raising her hips, without stopping her circular grinding motion, and, before Toby's astonished eyes, the girl's cunt lips would convulse visibly around Roy's thick, slippery shaft, clutching and squeezing the rock-hardness with a death grip around the swollen neck and throat. Betsy's throat writhed, too, the Adam's apple riding up and down in a series of insane gymnastics triggered by the messages of hysterical rapture sent up from cunt-control.
With her writhing, squirming, squealing, gyrating, grinding, pumping, thrusting histrionics, the blonde girl seemed to be in a state of perpetual orgasm, a cunt gone completely mad.
To Toby, experiencing her own pumping pussy's delight with the eager busy mouth sucking and lapping and devouring her own twat's tenderness, Roy's solid oaken shaft of a cock seemed to be an interested participant, but not much else, in Betsy's frenzied fucking. His cock was sort of a supporting member of the cast, Toby thought giddily. An umpire at a ballgame, a referee at a fight. While Betsy's electric, all-engulfing, all-devouring, cock-crazed cunt was the spotlight attraction. The star of the show.
And the boys who were not occupied as Sam was, pleasuring himself between Toby's luscious legs with the gourmet's delight of her juicy, tender, delicately up-thrusting pink pussy, were arranged in a ragged semi-circle, staring in tense fascination at the bizarre fuck-festival before them.
Thrusting her own cunt upward against Sam' mouth with an almost methodical rhythm, Toby watched Betsy's paroxysms of frenzied delight around Roy's staunch shaft, and thought, when God made this girl, he made a cunt. An ultimate cunt. A cunt to end all cunts. The rest of Betsy was just an after-thought. A beautifully-wrought afterthought, but just an afterthought.
Roy rolled his head, looked at Sam suckin Toby's pumping, cooperating cunt, and grinned It was almost as if he was a spectator, too Watching the bobbing blond head of the boy lap ping and gobbling Toby's delicately thrusting pussy, his grin broadened and he looked into Toby's face.
"I bet Betsy's never had anything like that bi cock of yours in her tight little twat," Toby said but it came out in a gasp toward the end, as Sam's tongue seemed to find an exposed nerve in her squirming twat. Roy put a finger to his lips.
"Ssh," he said. "You're liable to wake the baby."
"Fat fucking chance," Toby said, her hips undulating, her cunt gently embracing the plunging tongue, her legs squeezing the blond boy's head, lovingly. "Betsy's in another world. Or in heaven, maybe."
Betsy was emitting a series of gasping shrieks now as she made regular pumping trips up and down Roy's thrusting shaft. His hips, Toby noticed, were arched up off the floor now.
Suddenly Toby wanted something substantial in her own cunt, something solider than a tongue. She put her fingers to the forehead between her thighs, and pushed gently. The wet mouth came up for air. The eyes were questioning, again.
"Fuck me," she said simply. "I love the way you lap my cunt, but it's your nice, stiff young cock I want now. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Toby got up and stepped over to the vacant couch, lay back with her legs spread wide again, her knees raised, and Sam mounted her without wasting a second.
His rigid, swollen cock slid in easily, into the urgent welcome of her almost-steaming twat. Her legs enclosed his hips, and she drove her cunt up tight against the base of his pelvis, squirming, grinding. She'd give this nice young friend the fucking of his lifetime, Toby thought. The fucking of his evening, anyway.
But it was over almost before it began. She'd been too stirred up, too ready, her impatient pussy ready to explode. She began to come in a series of trip hammer spasms, and felt her twirling cunt-cavern bathed with Sam's instantly answering, spurting balm.
Sam had been too worked up, too, she thought dimly, lying back and letting the spasms start to subside.
But relaxing wasn't easy, at that moment. Betsy's time had come, too.
The girl's thin screams of crazed delight rang out, tearing at Toby's tired eardrums.