Chapter 8
She re-crossed her legs, very slowly and deliberately, letting her thighs swing open, giving them all a clear, unmistakable look at her obviously available, uncovered cunt.
"Now that you've all gotten a glimpse of what you're going to be getting into," she said, smiling demurely at the flustered group, "don't you think you all ought to get out of your clothes? After all, when we were all kids, and played doctor and nurse, the game used to be, you show me yours, I'll show you mine.'"
They were all on their feet, getting out of shirts and trousers.
"When it comes to breaking the ice at a party," she said, to no one in particular, "there's nothing like giving the boys a little peek at a pussy, is there?"
"At your pussy," Kevin said, sitting down again on the couch. He was wearing only his shorts. "It's beautiful."
"Delicious," Steve said, and flushed when she looked at him, smiling.
"You think my pussy looks good enough to eat, Kevin?" she asked the redheaded boy.
"Sure does," he said, boldly.
The others were all sitting again, all wearing their shorts. Modest. Well, that was easily fixed. She was getting beautifully aroused, with all that vibrant young male flesh ranged out in front of her.
She uncrossed her legs and stood up suddenly, then pirouetted once, slowly, letting the short loose gown raise and swirl up around her hips and ass, showing them all a slow-motion flash of dark fur and moistening, duskily-pink cunt. She was aware of Steve's tense features as he leaned forward in his chair.
She crossed the room and sat up on the edge of her wide, sturdy table, facing them. Then she leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows, and raised her knees and waved them lazily, opening her thighs, giving them a better look at what they'd all be getting their cocks into. They were all standing now, still wearing their shorts, but the shorts were all poked out grotesquely, along one leg. The left leg, she noticed, every one of them.
"Since every one of you has a hard-on," she said softly, "Why don't you get out of your shorts? You should at least let me feast my eyes on those fine young hard cocks. I'm going to fuck you all, you know, before the evening's over, if you want to fuck me." They were trembling in their excitement, she noticed, as they bent to strip off their encumbering shorts. She was almost as excited as they were. Or maybe four times as excited, she thought, as the four stiff young cocks popped into view. "Every one of those beautiful stiff cocks is going to slide into my nice, warm, wet, ever-lovin' cunt, you know. We can aahh-fuck, oohh-fuck, ee-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck till the sun comes up." She was whispering hoarsely, her thighs wide apart, her glistening pink cunt on open display.
Their cocks were standing out, stiff and quivering, in varying sizes, at varying angles. She wondered if her cunt was visibly drooling for them, the way she felt.
"You said something about my pussy looking good enough to eat, Kevin?" she said, in a tight, squeezed voice. "Would you like to taste my twat, Kevin? Kiss my cunt? Lick it a little, just for openers? I'll suck your cock for you, later, if you like. I'll suck all your cocks."
Kevin stepped over toward her, drew up a straight chair, and dipped his head between her open welcoming thighs. She felt the tip of his tongue touch the squirming pink tenderness between her parted pussy lips, then his whole mouth covered her cunt, in a deep, sucking kiss.
"Ooohh," she breathed. "Suck it. Suck my cunt," She squeezed his head softly, warmly, smotheringly, between her smooth velvety thighs.
She was dimly aware of the other boys ranged in a semicircle around Kevin and the edge of the table, all trembling with lust and impatience. They were watching Kevin's head bobbing, his tongue licking, eagerly, swiftly, with long, firm strokes, between the pink open lips of her cunt, and she noticed that the boys were moving their tongues involuntarily between their lips, in sympathetic accord with Kevin's. It was a good sign, she thought. She had a good, eager class of natural-born cunt lappers here, for any stray moments when they happened to be too tired to fuck her.
Ah, it felt beautiful, that mouth on her cunt. But she opened her legs, releasing Kevin's ears from her thighs' embrace, and touched him on the forehead.
"You're being selfish, Kevin," she said, laughing in the sheer joy of her cock-plenty. "Aren't you going to give the other boys a lick of your ice cream cone? Or I should say, your ice cream cunt?"
Kevin sat back, his wet mouth gleaming, then got up out of the chair. The blond boy, Sam, took his place, not wasting a second.
"You might think I've never done this before," he said, and leaned forward. They were the only words he spoke for quite a while.
He was very good at what he was doing, Toby noticed, right away. He was a practiced and dedicated licker of little teenage slits, evidently. He reached his arms up around the outside of her thighs, and with his fingers, carefully and lovingly, he spread the outer lips of her cunt, exposing the soft, moist, pink little hills and valleys of yearning, responding tender membrane.
When he began to lick he did it with feathery strokes, at first, keeping his tongue soft. Then, gradually, he stiffened his tongue and increased the pressure, paying special attention to the stiffened little bud of her swollen, ecstasy-magnifying clitoris.
The tingling delight Toby felt was almost unbearable, but she wanted it to go on forever, and by force of will, she kept herself from building toward a climax. Her hips were thrusting, writhing, pushing her cunt with delirious gratitude up and against the pressure of the boy's thirsty, sucking, gobbling mouth and frantically probing, flailing tongue. She noticed that her legs, in the air behind Sam's head, never stopped waving, as a sort of signal acknowledging her utterly abandoned joy.
But she was urgently, increasingly aware of wanting something more, something more deeply satisfying, in the ravenous cavern of her celebrating cunt.
"That's enough of this foolish foreplay, Sam," she whispered, trying to sound throatily, sensuously amused, but sounding, she was sure, as shiveringly eager as the boys all looked, with their open moist lips and jutting, lost-looking stiff cocks. "Let's fuck. Let's all fuck. Pull out the bed, somebody. We need a playpen, an ever-lovin' playpen, in this fucking nursery."
The convertible couch was out from the wall, wide and inviting, almost before the words were out of her mouth. If the lust-crazed candor of her language shocked them, she thought, it hadn't diminished the hardness of their jutting, up-pulsing proud pricks.
Except for Sam's. When he took his mouth from the moist morass of her invisibly-steaming cunt, reluctantly, his tongue lingering for one last loving lick, she noticed that his cock had subsided to a semi-erect state, about halfway up, as if his desire had transferred itself partially to his tongue.
As Toby slid from the table and stood up, she noted with some surprise that she was still wearing her high-heeled pumps. She drew the hem of her short, loose translucent gown up and over her head, and dropped it to the floor.
She heard the intake of breaths all around her, and focused her gaze, with excited and curious amusement, on the now-familiar, fond face of Steve. He wore an expression of almost proprietary pride, but his eyes, like the eyes of the other boys, were drinking in the sight of her, from her softly smiling moist lips, down past her pouting, gently jiggling, tensely-nippled breasts, along the ripe curving whiteness of her belly and hips, past the glistening crisp brown luxuriance of her mound, the blossoming pink delicacy of her cunt, down the magnificent, luscious swell of her thighs, the in-curving neatness of her perfect knees, to the throat-catching glory of her lower legs.
She kicked off her pumps, walked over and sat on the side of the bed, and looked from side to side at the array of hard-ons on a level with her eyes. Sam's cock, she noticed, had swelled to a fully erect state again.
"Now," she murmured, as if to herself, surveying that feast of stiff young cocks. "Who to fuck first? Eenie, meenie, minie..." Her eyes stopped at the scarlet, swollen tip of Tommy's slender, rigid rod. It looked ready to explode. It was the smallest cock in the room, not that it was small, by any standards. But not one of the boys, she'd noticed, had been short-changed in the dork department. However, there was a delicacy, an innocence, about Tommy's young prick that made it seem smaller than the others. More deserving. And it stood out from his lean body with a rigidity and stiffness that made her think that she could hang things on it. Heavy things. Well. A good place to start her fuck-feast.
"Tommy," she asked softly, "would you like to be the first to fuck me tonight?"
"Honored," he said, in a choked voice, but he didn't move.
She reached out and drew him toward her, with her hands on his bony hips. Then, smiling up at him, she took his straining member into her mouth, wetting the taut swollen head, letting her tongue slide gently along the lower length of it. Then she took her mouth away and looked up at him again.
"Ready to fuck me, Tommy?" she whispered. "I'm ready. My cunt is ready for your cock, right now." The excitement of Kevin's tongue was still down there where it counted, keeping her twat-mouth moist and lubricated.
Tommy didn't answer, but got on his knees on the bed as she lay back and spread her legs. She reached out to guide the swollen-to-bursting head of his slim ramrod of a cock to her hungering cunt-mouth, but he didn't need any help or guidance. His cock slid into the delicious tender squeezing of her welcoming cunt, in one eager, trembling thrust.
"That's it, Tommy," she breathed into his ear. "Fuck me with your beautiful stiff cock. Let's fuck, fuck, fuck."
But he was too eager, Toby knew at once, much too eager. He was breathing fast, almost panting, and his pumping thrusts into her came much faster than his breath. There was no way to slow him down, at least not just by trying to slow the beat with her own hips.
"Easy, Tommy," she said. "Slow, slow. Fuck me deep, but fuck me slow."
But he didn't appear to hear her, or if he did, he just couldn't control himself. Delirious, Toby thought, out of his mind with joy. There was something endearing about his puppy-like pumping. It must be his very first fuck, Toby thought. Oh, well. Make the best of it.
She wrapped her legs around his hollowed, frantic buttocks, clung to him with her arms, and let him fuck away, pounding, trembling, groaning. She raised her hips lazily to meet every third or fourth thrust of his wetly shuttling cock. Crazed cock, she thought, thrusting her cunt upwards slowly, automatically. He wasn't aware that any other part of his body existed. Only his ecstatic, rapturous, supreme, pumping prick.
There was something contagious in his uncontrolled excitement, and gradually she found that her hips were moving faster of their own accord, her cunt rising and thrusting to meet every fuck-starved stroke. But then, as her own excitement began to build in earnest, she felt him speed up to a trembling, erratic rhythm she could not match, and she knew that the end was only seconds away, for him. He was on the very edge of coming. Too soon, for her. Much too soon. Thank God for the boys warming up in the bullpen. Sam. The blond boy with the educated mouth. The tongue with the taste for twat.
She rolled her head. Sam was there, right beside the bed. With a hard-on that was a sight for a horny girl's eyes.
"Sam," she said, her cunt thrusting upwards to suck in Tommy's explosion when it came, "stay close. Be ready."
"Right here," Sam said. "Never been readier."
Then Tommy, trembling at the hips, drove his cock full-length into the hot moist heavenly haven of her cunt, and held it there, squirting.
"Sam," she said. "Ready?"
"Ready," she heard him say. Tommy was lying, inert now, between her tightly clutching legs. His cock was still spurting.
She contracted her cunt muscles, once, twice, and Tommy took the hint. He rolled away from her, his slackening prick making a soft plopping sound as it slid out from between her stirred-up and ravenous cunt-lips.
"Ah," Toby said. "Ooh. Sam. Now, Sam."