Our civilized society today still places a high regard on virginity. The maintenance of anatomical, pure physical virginity! Yet, among some Indian tribes in South America as well as other cultures, young girls attaining their puberty are artificially deflowered. The reason, in some cases, is to remove any inhibitions the child may have regarding sex.
Our culture imposes a high standard upon the virtues of a young woman which, in many cases, inflicts mental scars.
Such is the case with Betty Miller. Living in a small community, Betty's parents oriented her thinking along the lines of restraining her normal sexual desires. Instead, this restraint only produced stronger prurient interests.
A series of rapes provided her with the knowledge that she could attain sexual gratification by using the rationale of being compelled to submit to humiliating sex acts.
Betty's mother also was sexually troubled. Betty's mother, Emily, had an unsatisfactory marital relationship and, to compensate for it, Emily engaged in clandestine love affairs. Troubled with a need for sexual fulfillment, Emily sought to find it elsewhere.
The treatment these two women employed to alleviate their problem is not advocated. The narrative within these pages only describes what happened. They were fortunate it left no permanent mental scars.
Both of these women were remiss in trying to resolve their problems with the methods used. By using an objective approach concerning the cause and effect of their problem, they might have solved it without the adverse results they encountered.
In any event, the following pages will give the reader some insight into the problems women face. Problems that are a result of moral restrictions placed upon them. The need to re-evaluate these standards is important. As long as these standards remain, women will continue to vitiate. And that cure may be worse than the removal of the present social standards.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Betty Miller opened her mouth, sucking in a big gulp of air. Her large pointed tits rose. They were huge conical mounds, their height greater than their radius. Each was tipped with quarter-sized pink discs studded with rubbery nipples almost a half inch long.
Her reaction was due to the huge fake cock shoved into her asshole. She felt the thick, hard rubber of the dildo penetrate the puckered sphincter. Betty's ass had never been violated before. She didn't think it could happen to her. Yet, it was happening!
The fake cock filled her anal canal. The small orifice stretched to accommodate the dildo. She felt the elastic lips of her asshole shift as the dildo pumped in and out in coital thrusts. Betty had the feeling of a need to void her bowels. Her mind concentrated on restraining the urge. It passed. All she could feel was the cock sliding back and forth. Back and forth.
Her assailant continued to frig her hole. Betty's cunt was salivating. The walls of her twat were sweating with juices ready to lubricate any cock that might find its way into her quim.
Betty glanced upward to the rope suspended from the bar across the doorway. It came down to her wrists where her attacker thoughtfully bandaged them before tying her wrists.
She wished he had fucked her cunt. That was her wild desire. The need to have a vibrant pulsating dick boring into her virgin twat. Just the thought of a pumping cock within the recesses of her cunt excited her. Her thighs squeezed together. There was a mild attempt to create some friction against the lips of her pussy.
Betty wanted to cry out to the man frigging her ass, "fuck my cunt, fuck me!" She couldn't! Such an act was a violation of her ethical conscience.
She squirmed a little. Perhaps, he would get the message and stop the foreplay with her ass and start fucking her anxious twat! Instead, the dildo maintained the shuttling frigging. Her hips wriggled in a slow sensuous grind.
This was madness! She was encouraging him! This would never do! Her conscience would not tolerate any wanton exhibition to incite a sensual liaison. Everything depended upon being compelled to submit.
That's how it had begun! She had taken a winter vacation from the routine of library work. Embarrassed, she had been in a bookstore looking at some "hot" books, she had met Al. He had been standing behind her while she furtively examined several books.
"Is that what turns you on?" he had asked her. And that started it!
Betty turned, startled by the voice and being caught examining the salacious material. Her face turned a deep crimson.
"I was looking for some special research material," she lied. "Besides, it's none of your business!" She tried to instill some indignation in her voice.
The episode had exciting overtones. Her pulse quickened. She felt a spirit of mild excitation arousing her.
His light grey eyes smiled at her. "Yes, yes, I know!" he replied, amused. "But if you're really interested in the psychological aspects of bondage, I've got quite a large library. It's at your disposal. Just say the word! By the way, the name is Al Ross."
"Betty Miller!" she blurted out without thinking! Realizing the lack of propriety to the situation, she rejected his offer. "No, thank you. Besides, I don't have the time. I'm going on vacation. I just thought I'd see if there was any reading matter I could take along."
"Where are you going?" Al asked.
"I'm on my way to the resort over at Benson," she answered. "I may do some ice-skating if I get the opportunity."
"What a coincidence!" he said. "I've got a nice lodge there. Plus a good part of my collection there. Are you driving up?"
She nodded.
"Good! Where are you staying?" he asked. "I'll pick you up and lend you some of my books."
The pick-up had been that simple. Betty gave him the name of the hotel. On the way up, she silently berated herself for being so free with her friendship and information.
Within minutes after she checked into the hotel, Al was there. Betty resented his following her to the hotel, but after placing her bags in the room, she joined Al and they drove to his cabin.
Betty wasn't prepared for the sudden attack. Embracing her, Al moved her against a wall, imprisoning her. With his body pressed against hers, she was unable to move free. His mouth crushed against her lips and his free hand unbuttoned her car coat and slid up the back under her blouse. Betty tried to shake free by twisting her head. Al's mouth was firmly fastened to her unreceptive lips.
Al forced a knee between her thighs, pressing it into her crotch. With practiced skill, he moved his hand up the front of her blouse and captured a hard tit.
His fingers dug into her tit, the crushing fingers compressing the firm flesh. After satisfying the voluptuous pleasure of caressing her ample breast, Al shifted his attention to her cloth covered crotch. He began to massage that area with pressured strokes, stroking her hidden cunt with slow, measured movements.
Betty struggled to free herself. She tried to shift her head to avoid Al's mouth. His lips kept her head pinned to the wall. Little by little, she was succumbing to his salacious stimulation. Her struggling was a feeble token protest. Betty knew she was going to be raped but she wanted to salve her conscience.
Al drew his mouth away from hers for a brief moment. Betty gasped in heated excitement. Her knees buckled a little as he removed his knee from between her thighs. Only the wall and his body pressed to hers prevented Betty from collapsing completely.
She moaned in blissful approval of his ardent ministrations. "Ohhh! Al! Please stop!" she pleaded in a weak groan. "Please let me go. Please! Don't do this to me! Ohhh!"
He ignored her supplications. Instead, he unzipped the side of her pants. His hand slipped past the slight mound of her stomach, over the patch of pubic hair. Reaching its objective, the fingers slid into her damp, satiny furrow. One finger pushed its way into her slit.
She was almost in tears. "I'm a virgin, Al. Please don't do it to me. Please! I couldn't bear it!"
"Don't do what, Betty?" he demanded. "Say it! Don't do what?" His short square face was twisted in a sadistic grin. He seemed to be mocking her.
"I ... I can't say it!" she sobbed. "You know! Let me stay a virgin! Please take me back to my hotel."
"I want you to say it! Use the word! Don't be so up tight!" he insisted. "Go ahead! Say it! I'll let you!"
She groaned in reluctance. He was degrading her by making her use obscene words. "Don't ... don't ... f-f-fuck me!"
"I won't fuck you tonight," he promised. "But I want you to take off your clothes. I want you to do as I tell you. That's all! After it's over, I'll let you go."
Tears were trickling down her cheeks. She was in a compromising position. She could run out of the cabin, yelling "Rape!" at the top of her voice. That would be embarrassing. If she gave in, this nightmare might end.
"All right!" she agreed, sobbing. Al stepped away and her pants dropped down about her ankles. She stepped out of them. She tossed her car coat onto a chair. His eyes followed her movements with lustful greed.
Betty zipped open her blue blouse and removed her bra with hesitant deliberation. Her large tits were exposed for his view, the ample boobs his hands had earlier explored. Crossing her arms to shield her tits, she looked at him with tear filled eyes.
"Please, Al, don't humiliate me like this!" she pleaded.
He pulled her arms down with a rough tug. "Stop the crap and take off the rest of the clothes!" he ordered. "The faster you undress, the faster this will be over!"
Betty pushed her palms with beaten resignation into the waistband of the pantyhose. She slipped the elastic band over her hips. The last vestige of her dignity disappeared. Her nubile body was in full view as she stood naked before him. Ashamed, Betty buried her face in the palms of her hands.
She sensed Al surveying her body greedily. From the well-formed globes tipped with inviting nipples to the darkened mass of hair nestled between her thighs, she was a vision of luscious sexuality.
He pulled her hands away from her face. Betty kept her eyes closed, turning her head away, still embarrassed by her predicament. He produced a roll of gauze. As he started to wrap her wrists with it, Betty jerked her hand away.
"What ... what are you going to do?" her voice trembled.
Al jerked her hand back. "Stop worrying!" he snapped. "I'm doing this to protect you. We're going to have fun and games. You just do as you're told."
Leading Betty to a doorway, Al tied her wrists with a heavy rope. The rope was looped over a bar spanning the doorway. Al pulled the loose end and her hands were jerked upward. She was at his mercy, unprotected and vulnerable as she stood naked in the doorway, held there by her bound wrists overhead.
His hands caressed her body. Each tit was cupped, fondled, and squeezed. She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of the man standing in front of her. She wanted to eliminate the humiliating view of this licentious degradation.
The exploring hands traveled from her tits down along her rib cage. Her stomach was sucked in as she gasped at his touch. Al's hands were moving towards her unprotected cunt. A mild excitement caused her blood to flow faster. In spite of her reluctance to be sexually violated, Betty thrilled to his exploring fingers.
He knelt between her legs, his fingers rubbing the outer lips of her vulva. She looked down at his clothed figure. There was no mistaking the slight bulge in Al's crotch. Her cunt grew heavy with aroused moisture. The sensual excitement caused her nostrils to flare slightly. An increase in her respiration caused her tits to rise and fall and the twin cone-shaped boobs jiggled in an abbreviated dance.
With a little pressure, Al splayed her legs apart and moved in closer to her damp cunt. His tongue began a slow licking on the inside of her thighs. With unhurried deliberation, he shifted to her snatch. His oral brush started to paint the outer lips of her slit with saliva. His tongue moved thrillingly along one side of her cuntal lips and down the other.
Lavishing his lingual homage, Al's tongue crept into the throat of her twat. In broad strokes, he lapped the velvety interior. He tasted the initial erogenous sweat seeping from her vaginal pores. His lips split into a grin as Betty uttered little moaning sounds.
She strained at the ropes. Her body twisted in a sinuous undulation as his tongue teased her hot pussy.
"Ohhmmm!" The low moan rumbled in her throat.
Al's mouth fastened onto her clitoris, engulfing the unprotected papule. As he concentrated his efforts on her clitty, her pelvis wriggled in a provocative undulation.
He subjected the small tender piece of flesh to strong stimulating sucks. His teeth nibbled on her clitty. Alternating his attack, he rubbed his tongue across the engorged node. Like a jeweler, he polished the facets of her fleshy jewel. Al slipped his hands around her buttocks and pulled, burying his face in her furry crotch patch.
Betty's butt cheeks were squeezed while he maintained the steady oral massage of her clitty. The lingual strokes increased the voluptuous thrills permeating her body. She had discovered the sensual thrill while masturbating herself. But it was never like this! The erogenous pulsations were stronger now! She felt his hands leave her buttocks.
Al pushed a finger into her steaming box. With a slow steady motion, he frigged the dewy hole.
"Ohhrrr!" It was a prolonged semi-growl. "Oh, Al! I think I'm going to come! Oh, yes, yes! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed in excited gasps.
Her thighs waved back and forth in wild frenzy. Her pelvis moved in a series of irregular thrusts. Up and down! Sideways! It was like the frantic pumping of a pump handle to bring up water from a well! Her body moved in a series of bucks and wriggles to accelerate the flow.
Al's thrusting finger was covered with the heavy flood of juices from her glands. Her orgasms were a series of tingling shocks that moved from her cunt throughout her body. Her open mouth with slack jaws was expelling deep sighs. Her tits jerked up and down in an erratic dance from her labored breathing and writhing body.
He stepped away from her, his chin glistening with his saliva and her come. "How did you like that for openers?"
Betty was still breathing heavily, her eyes closed. Her tongue swept over dry lips. Her body sagged a bit. The rope kept her arms stretched.
Betty enjoyed the lascivious initiation to sex, but refused to admit it to Al. The entire ritual had made her eager for more. While the position she was in was tiring, she was willing to endure it for more sex.
"Please, no more!" she pleaded in a whining groan. "I can't take anymore. Haven't you done enough to me? You promised you wouldn't ... fuck me. Isn't this enough?"
She was hoping to incite him despite her entreaties to the contrary. Perhaps, he would fuck her! Put that bulge in his crotch into her anxious quim! The effort to provoke him aroused her more.
"You don't really mean that!" he told her. "You want to be fucked! You've got that smell of a bitch in heat about you. But I don't intend to fuck you until you beg for it. In the meantime, I have other plans," he announced.
He left the room. During his absence, Betty wondered what else he intended to do to her.
Al was in back of her when he returned. Twisting her head, Betty tried to see what he was doing. A finger heavily lubricated with Vaseline insinuated itself past the tight puckered asshole.
Her body jerked in reflex action as the finger penetrated her sphincter. She was aware of the digit probing along the anal sheath. Al frigged the hole, lubricating it with a thick coating.
"Oh, my gosh!" she gasped in silent surprise. "Not my ass! He's not going to fuck me in the ass!"
Her voice reflected a mixture of consternation and alarm. "You're ... you're not going to ... to fuck me in the ass, are you, Al? Please, I've never had anything in my ass! I don't think I could stand the pain! Please, please!" she begged. "I'll do anything you want! But not my ass!"
He laughed. "Don't worry! It won't kill you! But I'm glad you'll do anything I want! A little more conditioning and you'll be begging me to do all kinds of things to you."
His prediction sent little shivers along Betty's spine. A perverse excitement made her tingle in expectation.
Al removed his massaging finger. Betty felt something pushing against the lips of her asshole. There was extreme pressure, slow, steady pressure that was forcing her tight asshole to stretch.
She opened her mouth wide, soundless, as the phallus penetrated the outer rim of her hole. The fake cock made the initial entry. It continued to move inward in gradual penetration. Betty felt the thick impaction filling her entire anal canal. She never thought such an entry could be effected. Al had succeeded in completing the insertion.
He started with a slow, steady rhythm, fucking her ass with the dildo. She felt a warm glow permeating her ass. As he increased the tempo, Betty wriggled her hips in a sensuous grind. Her pelvis moved in coital thrusts. Maybe, he would get her message! Al was right! By the time he finished with her, she would do anything!
Her arms were leaden! They had been secured for a long time above her head. It was very uncomfortable. Just release from that position would satisfy her. She could endure any sex act Al might commit her to as long as her arms were free.
"Al! The rope is killing my arms. Just let me put them down. I'll do anything you want. Just give me a break!"
He removed the phallus from her asshole. The stretched muscles of her rectum relaxed to their original state and coolness replaced the heated friction that had pervaded her ass. She sighed in relief at the release of pressure.
He shifted around in front of her. Her eyes rested on the dildo in his hand. It resembled a cock in every detail. She was surprised that her ass had accommodated it.
Al pushed it between the lips of her cunt. The fake cock moved into the throat of her pussy with ease. He jiggled it around several times. Betty felt a warm glow growing in her loins. He stopped after several thrusts.
"Just a few minutes more and I'll let you down," he promised. He stepped in back of her and kept talking.
"I want to remember this occasion," he said. "I'm going to take a picture of you as you are. I want you to smile and beg me to fuck you in the cunt. Do you understand? No other conversation! Just a big smile and the offer to fuck you."
Betty realized the implication of what he was saying. He was going to take her picture and blackmail her. This was crazy! She didn't believe it was happening!
"I promise! I'll do anything you want, whenever you want. You don't have to take a picture of me," she said.
There was a hint of anger in Al's voice. "Look!
You'll do it my way! I'm going to step in front of you and snap your picture. I want a big happy smile and a real sexy invitation to fuck your cunt. Either I get it without further conversation or you'll hang there until you beg me to take your picture," he threatened.
She knew there was no other way out. Either she obeyed his wishes or else. She sighed in resignation. In spite of her predicament, Betty harbored the licentious thought that maybe he would fuck her after taking her picture.
"All right!" she agreed. "Take your damned picture!"
"Don't forget!" he admonished her. "I want you to beg me to fuck you!"
"Yes, yes!" she answered in wearied assent. "Let's get it over with!"
She heard a metallic click. All appeared in front of her with a camera. Her face broke into a big smile. "Fuck me, Al, honey!" she invited. "Put that lovely cock of yours into my cunt. I need it bad!"
A flash went off in front of her. Al was moving in back of her as she finished her speech. She heard the metallic click again at the end. Realization of what happened dawned on her. Understanding of his insistence concerning the dialogue with the picture came to her. Not only did he have her in a compromising position on film! He had her voice on tape!
There could be some denial of the validity of the picture. It could be the result of a threat or some coercion. But the sultry exhortation to fuck her would invite sly nods at any attempt to discredit its credence.
"That was a despicable thing to do," she told Al as he released her. Betty rubbed her arms to get the circulation back. The arms felt numb. "I would have done anything you wanted me to do without it."
"I'll bet!" he answered in skeptical derision. "Besides, I didn't want to break the mood. You get your kicks being forced into the act. I could tell when I saw you reading those books. We're not finished yet!"
Up to now, the sex had been one sided. Betty secretly enjoyed the erogenous stimulation. Al might have derived some kind of lascivious pleasure. The bulge in his crotch was evidence of some kind of arousal.
His remark that they weren't finished yet piqued her imagination. Was he going to fuck her as she urged for the benefit of the taping? Her glands began to react to the stimulating thoughts running through her mind. Her pulse rate increased. She watched Al as he stripped off his clothes.
In her twenty-two years, Betty had never seen a real cock or touched one. She had seen pictures of cocks in all sizes and shapes. Hard and soft! There was the fake prick she had hidden away. The one she used to satisfy her unfulfilled desires! Her eyes focused in curious fascination on the dick that protruded from between Al's thighs.
It was long! Maybe, seven inches! It had a slight bowed look. A large, bullet-shaped head capped the erect fleshy shaft. It was pinkish-red and formidable looking! Her gaze rested on the heavy sac hanging suspended under his awesome looking prick. The sight of his cock filled her skin with goose bumps. Her body prickled at the erotic display of his hard-on.
"Get down on your knees and suck me off!" he demanded.
The command filled Betty with mixed emotions. She was attracted by the sight and repelled at the thought of sucking a cock. A slight whine of protest tinged her voice. "Can't you just fuck me? Do I have to do ... to put that ... in my mouth?" she asked.
"Cut the crap! Stop putting on the act! I can see by the way you're looking at my prick you want to eat it," he told her. "Get down on your knees and start sucking!"
"But I've never done that before!" she protested. "I don't know what do do! Are you going to come in my mouth? Please, Al, isn't there anything else you want me to do?"
"Just get down on your knees! I'll tell you what to do!"
Betty knelt between his legs, her mouth level with his hard-on. Following his instructions, she grasped the base of his prick, her fist resting against his bush. The touch of his cock sent an electric tingle through her arm. It traveled through her body and settled in her crotch. Her cunt started to salivate again.
Step by step, Al instructed her in the art of giving head. She ran her tongue over the crown of his shaft to get the taste of his prick. Her tongue flicked over the velvety knob. It was like licking an ice cream cone! Only this was a hot piece of flesh! And more exciting!
Still grasping the base of his prick, Betty pushed it past her partially pursed lips. The cock disappeared into the labyrinth of her mouth. The velvety tip of her tongue continued to make strong licks along the cock head.
Under his tutelage, Betty worked her lingual brush around the frenum, the underside of his cock where the shaft joined the crown. Her cheeks worked in and out like bellows as she puffed and sucked on the head. She held the knob captive with her teeth while she lathered it with her saliva.
The palm of her other hand cradled his balls as she fondled them. An erotic thrill pulsated through her at the touch of his nuts. Betty's head bobbed up and down. With each downward thrust, Al's prong almost disappeared into her oral void. She felt the fleshy knob against her throat. Almost gagging, she paused.
"You have to get used to how far you shove it into your throat," he cautioned her. "You're not doing bad for a beginner. You have to be careful, especially when I shoot my load. I don't want you choking on it.
"It's like drinking from a water fountain. You let your tongue control the flow. With practice, you won't have to do that. At the beginning, you have to get used to it. I'll let you know when I'm going to come. Don't panic! It won't hurt you if you swallow it. That's the best part! Just keep sucking!"
Feeling strange tingles in her cunt, Betty replaced her mouth over the cock, continuing to lavish attention on it. Her fingers holding his cock moved up and down. Increasing the cadence of the pumping motion, she began to jerk him off. The friction of her palm rubbing his cock elated her with erotic well being. Her tongue maintained the lapping strokes.
His balls shifted in her palm. Her curled fist felt the spasms in his shaft. He began to fuck her mouth. She knew he was coming before the spurting viscous fluid flowed into her mouth.
Still guided by Al's instructions, she absorbed his come. Thick globs of the sticky come filled her mouth. The salty taste of it wasn't too repulsive. Betty let part of the jism slide down her throat. She was surprised she was able to assimilate it. When the contractions in his cock subsided, her lips milked the residue from his shrinking tube. As she drew her lips away, she studied his slowly collapsing manhood.
Betty was fascinated by the strength of that piece of flesh when it was hard and virile. It was amazing how it could induce such voluptuous thrills. Yet, in its relaxed state, it lacked identity.
She looked up into his smirking face. "Can ... can I go now? Or are you going to degrade me some more?" she asked.
"G'wan, you loved that!" he taunted her. "With a little more practice, you'll be a great cock sucker." He tossed the dildo at her. "Here! Let's see you frig yourself with this!" he ordered. "I'll bet you have your own special pacifier. You're really digging this scene! If you do a good job on yourself, I might let you have the real thing!"
Betty considered her acts of masturbation, clandestine and reserved for her own private satisfaction. Something to help alleviate her bottled up erotic desires.
Her contact with Al had stripped away the veneer of respectability she was trying to protect. He had degraded her with his lustful demanded.
Now, he was humiliating her further! Betty would have to expose her furtive erotic practice for Al to see.
She pushed the artificial prick between her cuntal lips. With a slow cadence, she shuttled the dildo back and forth. In spite of the circumstances, Betty closed her eyes, oblivious to his presence. Her pussy started to sweat as the voluptuous sensation of the dildo stretched her vaginal walls.
Her tits rose and fell in measured rhythm. A mild erotic pleasure swept over her. Soft pulsations of pleasure were palpitating in her impacted snatch. A wanton detachment seized her. Her hand worked the dildo in an accelerated tempo. Betty's respiration increased. Her tits jiggled as her breathing became more rapid.
"Ohhhrrr! Ohhhrrr!" The rasping grunts of impassioned bliss tumbled from her lips. Her pelvis bucked in a frenzied drive. The dormant ember in her womb became an incandescent orgasm. She could feel the voluptuous heat growing. Just ... a ... little ... bit ... more!
Moans of erotic joy poured from her throat. Her body was jerking in a frantic sensuous gyration. Her face was flushed with the heat of ravished excitement. The orgasm exploded with a violent fury. She had never been turned on like this in previous sessions of self-indulgence!
As the orgasm burst inside of her, Betty frigged herself in short, rapid strokes. Her pelvis moved in tandem with her frigging. The heavy effusion filled her cunt. When she removed the dildo from her satisfied cunt, the residue of come trickled down her thighs.
Opening her eyes, she saw Al grinning lewdly at her. A hot flush of embarrassment colored her face. "Did that turn you on?" she tried to make the question sound sarcastic. "Are you satisfied now?
He nodded, grinning. "You're a real hot piece of ass! When I get through with you, you're going to be the best lay anyone ever had. I'm going to take you back to your hotel so you can pick up your bags and move in here with me. I've got big plans for you."
A slight tremble seized her. Betty felt apprehension and panic at his foreboding remark. She didn't want to leave the safety of her hotel. Moving in with Al meant she would be at his mercy. Who could tell what he was going to do to her?
Yet, his demand was a temptation. It hinted at long sessions of wild erotic pleasures. Moments of exquisite and turbulent sex. The opportunity to satisfy her own restrained longings of lust and carnal fulfillment.
"Once I get back to the hotel, I could call the police," she said in a mild attempt to intimidate him.
He laughed. "You could but you won't! I have proof of your indiscretions. Besides, you love being fucked! You can't get enough of it. You'll come back with me and beg me for more. Let's go! We're wasting good time."
CHAPTER TWO
Betty Miller was a librarian in North Adams, Massachusetts. Right near the Vermont border. She liked the small community she lived in. Her father was the president of a local bank. Her mother active in many social projects.
Betty was brought up in an almost puritanical atmosphere primarily due to her father's attitude. She discovered the pleasures of masturbation while in college. When she graduated, Betty took an apartment away from home. It afforded her the privacy she wanted for her collection of sexually oriented books and material.
She had gone on dates, restricting her sex life to petting. But in the privacy of her apartment, Betty indulged in sessions of fantasy by frigging herself with her special dildo.
In her wildest fantasies, she never expected to be confronted with the situation she discovered with Al. With some trepidation, she welcomed it. It gave her the opportunity to free her pent-up inhibitions.
She rode back to the hotel with Al in silence. He did all the talking. Her only responses were an occasional grunt. Her bags were packed. The room was already paid for and she checked out.
Betty had harbored a secret wish of meeting some unattached male at the Benson resort. In stories, girls were always meeting single men which resulted in sexual liaisons. The meeting with Al Ross provided an exciting bonus for her vacation, though one she never anticipated.
On the return to Al's cabin, she wondered what other sexual indignities she would endure. Once inside the cabin, she found out.
"Let's get comfortable," he suggested. He began to remove his clothes. Pausing, he looked at her. "Well! This isn't a one man show! Strip!" he ordered her.
With deliberate movements, Betty took off her garments. They stood in the center of the room, naked. His prick was half hard. She was fascinated by its partial erect state.
"Lay down on that leather couch!" he ordered.
She walked over to the couch. It reminded her of the kind depicted for psychiatrists. A silent giggle caused her shoulders to give a little shrug. He certainly didn't intend to psychoanalyze her!
Stretching out on the couch, Betty waited for him to give further directions.
He made her lay on the couch so her buttocks rested almost at the edge. She watched with curious detachment as he placed her legs at the side of the couch and tied them down. Betty was ordered to put her arms above her head. Al tied her hands together and used a single line to keep it fastened down.
Her blood began to rush with excited anticipation. She was certain he would fuck her in the cunt. During the preparation, Al was silent. After completing the binding, he left the room briefly.
Betty's eyes followed his entrance. He was carrying an attache case. She wondered what kind of instruments he had in the case. Did he intend to torture her in the helpless position he placed her?
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she asked, the tremor in her voice betrayed her concern.
"I'm going to turn you on. I told you I had plans for you," he said, laughing. "I want you conditioned for the big fucking session later on."
She didn't mind the admission that he was planning to turn her on. That was exciting and thrilling. Conditioning her for the big session filled her with dread.
He opened the attache case and took out an artist's brush. It didn't look too imposing. Al reached out and touched the pink disc of her nipple with the tip. The fine camel's hairs tickled. In spite of the tickling, the contact elicited an unusual sensation. Her nipple began to stiffen as the brush continued to caress her areola. The" soft furry caress rolled around the roseate disc. She could feel the erogenous tickle trickling down to her cunt.
Her tit became a piece of electrified flesh. She felt the voluptuous current streaking down to her pussy. Al shifted the brush to her other tit, teasing it the same way. Her two nipples were hard nodes.
Hssss! The hissing intake of her breath made a moist sucking sound.
Al had clamped his mouth over one stiff nipple. He clutched her other boob and fondled it with firm squeezes. His tongue and mouth increased the tingling that filled her full breasts. No one had ever sucked Betty's tits before. She was ecstatic at the contact. Her eyes were shut to heighten the voluptuous bliss that swept over her.
He flicked his tongue rapidly over the entrapped nipple, making her sigh with erotic delight at the effect.
"Mmmmm!" The murmur of blissful approval hummed through her parted lips. She was enjoying every moment of this erotic play. Her cunt was sweating with anticipation, hoping to have its own needs accommodated.
He stopped the concentration on her boobs. The brush came into play again. Her body jerked and wriggled as the brush rolled over her full mammaries and down to her navel. He moved to her clitoris. A thousand prickling hairs intensified the exquisite sensual thrill. She arched her hips to bring the brush closer to her clitty. The ropes restrained her movements. His strokes were harder and faster.
"Ohhhmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic joy. "Keep it up a little more. Any minute, I'm going to come."
The unabashed declaration poured from her lips. She didn't care about propriety. All she knew was that she was experiencing gorgeous erogenous thrills. She wanted more.
The brush stopped taunting her clitty. She was disappointed at the abrupt halt. Al seemed to be deliberately frustrating her.
He pulled a speculum from his attache case and inserted the flanged instrument between her eager pussy lips. The speculum pushed her cuntal lips apart, spreading them wide. Her doctor had used one on her during an internal examination. There was a little discomfort as the cool, flanged tips widened the opening of her vulva. Al pushed the brush into the enlarged space.
She felt the bristles sweep across her vaginal walls. He was spreading the heavy moisture in her snatch. The moisture was the paint he was using to create an erotic picture in her quim. Each hair on that brush tantalized her. The interrupted orgasm was starting up again.
Her hips undulated sinuously in tempo with the strokes. Her orgasm was building up. Picking up momentum.
"Ohhherrr! Ohhhemr!" she repeated over and over. Betty tried to bring her thighs together as new waves of voluptuous thrills centered in her twat. The rope restraints prevented her, limiting her movements.
"Don't tease me anymore!" she pleaded with a hint of a whimper in her voice. "Let me come! I'm almost there!"
He removed the brush and cunt spreader. A feeling of frustration swept over her for the second time. The bastard is torturing me! Bringing me to the height of a climax and not letting me enjoy it!
She realized his plan. Each time, he would introduce sone nuance to the play. When her peak was almost reached, Al would interrupt the action.
The speculum and brush were replaced with two new objects. Actually, it was one piece. Shaped like a horseshoe, the new toy was a double dildo. Al fitted one end into her asshole. The other half was inserted into her twat.
Both portions of the artificial prick were snug in her twin holes. She never expected its immediate application.
There was a little knob in the center of the curved cocks. Al switched it on. It hummed into action. The instrument was a special vibrator.
Her body began to jerk and gyrate. Both her holes tingled from the effects of the dual cocks. Betty had never endured this type of sensation. It felt like a thousand prickling needles stimulating every nerve fibre in her body. It was a thousand mild electrical shocks that flooded her cunt and asshole. In the confined spaces with no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself, spreading all over her body.
Her body twitched and jerked in a delirium of erotic passion.
"Stop, stop!" Betty squealed in ecstatic protest. Secretly, she wanted it to continue. "I can't stand it anymore! Fuck me, fuck me! I'll do anything! Only stop it!"
Her pretended protests were ignored. The protests were punctuated with groans of rapturous delight. She didn't sound convincing enough. Inside the bowels of her twat, the sensations evoked voluptuous tingles.
"Hunnnrr! Hunnnrr!" She made rasping grunting sounds.
Followed by moans of ecstatic abandon. "Ohherr! Ohherr! Oh! Christ! More, more! Stop it! Stop it!" Then the pleasurable groans. "Ahhrrgg!
Ahhrrgg!"
Betty's eyes were closed, her mouth opened. The closed eyes to better savor the exquisite erotic torture of the vibrators. The open mouth emitting groans and moans of pleasure.
The orgasm built up within her. With explosive fury, the peak of the climax burst. Like a series of detonations, wave after wave of orgasms exploded. She had a vague awareness of a heavy effusion dammed up inside her cunt. Her mind and body concentrated on the taunting erotic ravishment of the vibrators humming in her erogenous orifices.
Betty sucked in her lower lip, biting it. She had to do something to alleviate the voluptuous tingling within her, threatening to drive her wild.
"No more, no more! I can't stand it! Please, pleasssse, stop!" she begged in earnest. She was being driven to a point she couldn't endure anymore. In spite of her entreaties to stop, her moans of sensual approval continued to mingle with her pleas.
"Ahhrrgrr! Ahhrrgrr!" It was animal-like growl that diminished into a gurgle. She doubted whether she could withstand any further stimulation. Any moment, she expected to pass out. Her mind was tight-rope walking along a fine line between extreme, exquisite sensuality and unconsciousness.
As suddenly as it had begun, the vibrators stopped. Her body continued to thrash, still in the throes of piquant tingles that persisted. It took a few minutes for Betty to realize the vibrators had stopped.
In her most bizarre flights of fantasy, she never imagined such ecstatic rapture. Such sensual stirrings!
All she wanted was to be raped! A simple act so that she could enjoy the convenience of sex without the guilt feelings. She wanted to claim the excuse of being fucked against her will!
Al stood near her, studying her reactions while he smoked a cigarette. She sensed his stares but she was too spent after the ordeal to care. Her body and mind were recovering from the excessive strains placed upon her erotic sensibilities.
There was a series of knocks at the door. Al answered the door. It was located in the main room where they were. When he opened the door, a cold draft blew in. Betty shivered as the blanket of cold air covered her. Her aroused state of heated passion disappeared.
She couldn't see the caller from her position. It was someone Al expected. There was a friendly exchange of greetings. The newcomer and Al approached her. Her eyes met the stranger's as he ogled her naked, tied up form. His eyes swept over her feminine attributes in a silent visual rape. She shuddered at this new indignity.
Having sex with Al was one thing! Regardless of what he did to her! But this new addition was something else!
"Please, Al, untie me! Let me get some clothes on. Don't humiliate me like this!" she pleaded.
"Cut the crap, Betty! You're loving every minute of this!" he responded. He turned to his visitor. "Well, Bob, what do you think? Ain't she just like I told you?"
Bob kept his eyes fastened on her body; Lust emanated all over! His eyes shone with it, his voice betrayed it. "Yeh! That's some cunt! How does she fuck?"
"Any way you like!" Al replied. "Her ass, her cunt! Take your choice! I don't recommend a blow job. She's still learning. But she's a good piece of ass!"
Betty resented the conversation. She wasn't a common whore available for any man's inclinations. Protests to Al were of no avail. Her bound position left her unable to do anything but submit to any disposition of her body they were inclined to exact.
Bob was already removing his clothing. While Al was short and heavy, Bob was tall and muscular. When he was completely disrobed, his hard-on gave evidence of his virility. It was longer, thicker than Al's. Bob's cock matched his muscular build.
He positioned himself between her splayed legs. Holding his prick, he guided it into her cunt. It slipped in without any effort.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "This cunt is loose and wet! What am I getting? Sloppy seconds?"
Al laughed. "Naw! I just finished warming her up for you with a few gadgets. This kid is a real hot cunt! Just wait until you get started."
Betty turned her face away. She was mortified by the developments. But there was no mistaking the object stuffed inside her pussy! A real live cock! No artificial device! The real merchandise!
She thrilled at the luxuriant contact of the vibrant fleshy shaft filling the throat of her cunt. It was hard like the dildo. It was also yielding. The piece of flesh had animation. She could feel the erotic pulsations from the live phallus. When Bob started his slow coital thrusts, Betty became alive also.
Her carnal charade with Al was having moments of extreme sexual gratification. She didn't appreciate the side developments. The introduction of this stranger was one of them. Her silent objection was lost once she became involved in a licentious liaison.
A gentle sigh of contentment escaped her throat as Bob's thick cock slid into her accessible hole. Betty felt it slipping along the velvety moist canal of her vagina. The thick prong penetrated deep inside her twat. A certain aura of animal magnetism pervaded the act. Bob's naked body gave off a strong sweaty odor. The scent contributed to the lust that excited her.
Bob started by driving his cock deep into her snatch in a slow thrust. With the same deliberation, he moved his hips back, almost withdrawing his rigid prick. "Ummm!" Betty murmured in appreciative approval. The cock moved back and forth in slow piston-like movements.
She felt his prick swaying from one pulsating wall of her vagina to the other side. Her eyes were closed, savoring the subtle sensuality of his measured strokes. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
A perverse immoral personality took possession of her. She basked in the luxuriant rapture of the act. She loved the actual contact of a cock fucking her cunt. There was nothing artificial about it. As Bob's prick shuttled in and out of her snatch, Betty's excitement increased.
Al moved closer to the couch and reached between their joined bodies. His fingers closed over her clitoris. He rubbed and tugged on her venereal papule. "Uhhhh!" She gasped with a sharp intake of breath.
Betty was ecstatic with her accomplishment. At last, a real prick impaling her pussy! She reveled in the wonderful union of their erogenous organs.
Her hips undulated in erotic accompaniment to Bob's pumping cock. The ropes hampered her movements. In spite of her limited mobility, she was able to shift her lower trunk in tandem with his thrusts.
The friction of his pounding shaft created erotic heat in her cunny. Al's manipulating fingers on her clitty increased the erogenous fire. She clenched and opened her hands. Her tits quivered like twin mounds of white gelatin. Her body was burning up with a voluptuous rapture.
Bob's cadence increased. His hips surged in a frenzied drive. Back and forth he pumped his prick into her. She felt the forceful bump of his pelvis pound against her hips. Deep in her dampened cunt, she felt the violent thrusts. His movements became more hurried, urgent. His breathing rate increased, spilling his warm breath into her face.
Betty sensed by the increased tempo of his fucking that his orgasm was coming. Within herself, she felt the stirrings of her own climax. Al's fingers continued to minister to her tantalized clitty. She could appreciate the erotic agitation that seized Bob. Her body was experiencing the same symptoms.
The heavy paroxysms within his prick sent his come spewing into her sluice box. Simultaneously, the throbbings of her orgasm mingled with the viscous semen.
"Ahhrrgrr!" It was a loud growl that diminished into a gurgle of ecstatic pleasure. She repeated the sound as the voluptuous feeling of sexual gratification swept over her. There was a desire for more! To have his cock continue to pummel the walls of her snatch. To have the ecstatic exhilaration of an orgasm continue to pulsate with its voluptuous eroticism. .She had encountered her first real fuck and she wanted more. Her pelvis maintained the coital thrusts.
Bob's body collapsed onto hers. His rigid dick was buried deep in her box. The last of the violent ejaculations had subsided. He was spent. Betty's sensitive twat detected Bob's loss of erection. His cock no longer stretched the muscles of her vagina with its firmness.
She felt him leave her body. He raised himself, separating his flaccid prick from her satisfied cunt.
"What did I tell you!" Al exclaimed. "Is that a piece of ass or isn't it?"
"Not bad! If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was a virgin," Bob replied. "Fucking shame she don't blow!"
"Maybe later!" Al offered. "Let's take a break. She'll keep. What'll you have?"
They left the room, leaving Betty still bound to the couch. She considered them animals. They had used her body for sexual gratification, not caring about her. Although, so far, she had no cause for complaint. While she didn't get the loving and kissing compatible with fucking, she did get the erotic thrills.
Alone with her thoughts, Betty tried to anticipate other sexual acts. Bob evidence a desire for a blow-job. She already had sucked Al off. Who knows! With a little more practice, she might be accomplished in that art. She wasn't excited about cock sucking. But having her cunt eaten out-that was a different ballgame!
Betty wished they had loosened her bonds. Her position was tiring. For that matter, she wished their demands for sex with her were finished for the day. She had had enough.
They returned to the room, joking and laughing. "We're gonna give you a break!" Al told her. "I'm gonna take the ropes off. Let you have a drink, take a leak, and relax for a few minutes. Then, we're gonna put the boots to you!"
The announcement was a welcomed one. She needed a drink. She also was aware that she had to answer nature's call. The announcement of having the boots put to her intrigued her. What else could they do to her that hadn't been done already?
Betty staggered off the couch. Her legs were shaky from the long uncomfortable confinement. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked. Al directed her. As she walked with an awkward wobble towards the John, she became aware of their presence.
"Do you mind if I go to the bathroom in private?" she asked annoyed.
"Hell! You ain't going to get suddenly bashful now!" Bob said. "Besides, I never saw a lady take a leak before. You don't mind, do you?"
She sniffed disdainfully. "As if you creeps give a damn about my privacy! Thanks for calling me a lady!"
"Go on! Just make believe we ain't here," Al told her. "We're all bare-assed. There's no room for modesty now!"
She ignored them and sat down on the toilet. The water from her bladder poured into the bowl with a forceful jet. They watched her void herself.
"Ain't she a pisser?" Bob exclaimed. His question was directed to no one in particular.
"You're animals!" Betty retorted. "You have no sense of decency!"
"Are you kidding?" Bob answered. "That was the best fuck you ever had! And if that wasn't decent, I don't know what is! What more do you want?"
She realized he was teasing her. "Ohh!" she growled in frustrated annoyance. "Go fuck yourself!" she swore in anger.
"Can't! I'm not built like a bugle!" Bob said.
"C'mon! Hurry up!" Al demanded. "I want to get laid!"
She wiped herself and pushed past them in haughty disdain. Back in the main room, Al stretched himself on the couch. He ordered Betty to lay on top of him. She fitted her cunt over his prick. Al helped to stuff his cock into her cunt. The cunt juices had dried up. It was a tight fit as his cock penetrated the dried walls of her vagina. The friction from the dry, tight insertion started her cunt glands sweating again.
Betty found the contact stimulating. The impending double fuck evoked new erotic rapture. Al had ravaged her ass with a fake cock. She knew Bob was going to fuck her with a real one.
Once Al's prick was imbedded in her snatch, Betty found herself in a comfortable prone position on top of him. It was better than being tied up. Her hips jerked when Bob began to ream her ass with some kind of lubrication. She shut her eyes in anticipated discomfort. When Bob stopped rubbing her asshole, she knew he was ready to insert his dick in it.
She felt the assaulting cock press against her tight sphincter. There was steady pressure as the ruby cockhead pushed inward. The thick piece of hard flesh passed through the yielding lips in a gradual entrance. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. There was a final push! His entire prick was imbedded in her anal sheath. His groin rested on the cushiony pads of her ass.
"Oh, man!" Bob exclaimed. "What a tight asshole. It's like fucking a cherry cunt!" he declared. "Oh, I'm gonna love fucking this lovely ass!"
His joyous expressions of delight at the discovered erotic pleasure was nothing compared to her feelings. Each new sexual encounter brought added thrills to her. She was aware of all these sexual nuances. They were in some of the books she read.
Her impacted ass gave her some discomfort. She discounted that for the delicious sensation of the double insertion.
Bob held her hips with large strong hands. She felt the strength in his fingers as he gripped her. Because of the tight fit, he worked his cock back and forth in measured strokes. His virile shaft moved in robust thrusts. Soft breathing grunts emitted from his throat as his mobile frame bumped against the soft cheeks of her ass. The inside of her thighs were tapped in gentle bumps by his swaying balls.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" Just a low even grunt indicating a normal breathing with just a hint of some physical effort.
Although she was sandwiched between the two men, Betty wasn't too uncomfortable. Had the man behind her been on top of her, it would have been another story. Bob was standing over her, supporting himself in a partial upright position, gripping her hips.
It was a thrilling sensation being fucked from both ends. She compared it to the dual frigging with the vibrators. It didn't have the wild tingling pulsations of the mechanical stimulators. But she would rather have the real thing!
Betty murmured softly, relishing the fleshy contact.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"
It was a warm comfortable feeling. The lips of her puckered asshole would retract as the cock slid in. As the fleshy rod moved outward, her sphincter moved with it. Its lips compressed about the cock in a venereal kiss, reluctant to relinquish its grip.
Bob seemed to be doing most of the work. Al moved his pelvis in synchronized movements. When Al shoved upward into her cunt, Bob moved out of her ass. On Bob's inward thrust, Al withdrew his cock partially.
Betty's body reacted to their rhythm. She responded to the sawing motion. Like two lumberjacks working a cross saw.
Her ass felt the heat from the friction of Bob's cock. It was tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. From the perimeter of her ass, the fire spread into the tight cavern of her rectum.
A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahhrrr " Over and over, she murmured the appreciative moan. Even the cock working in her dampened twat permeated her cunny with a fire of erotic rapture.
The temperature became more intense. Betty felt the glow diffusing itself. Her twin holes were bubbling cauldrons in which two cocks stirred the fermenting mass.
Bob's hips were bouncing against her buttocks in frenzied thrusts. His swinging balls continued to whip her thighs with gentle taps. She heard his breathing pattern change. His fucking was more violent and he was exerting more effort.
Deep rasping grunts rumbled from his throat. Al's hot breath blew up into her face. He was expending his energy with hard penile thrusts. His animal sounds were almost the same as Bob's. But they were more of a growl. "Grrnnrr, grrnnrr!"
Betty felt the lascivious turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to explode at any moment. During the initial part of the fuck, the stimulation evoked mild tremors. With the increasing intensity, the mild tremors became deeper rumblings.
She gave vent to her own animalistic growls. "Ahhrrr! Ahhrrr!" Her body tried to synchronize with the movements of the two men plowing her fertile fields.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, oh! Give me more, more! Oh! Wild, wild! I can feel your juicy cocks turning me on. Don't stop, don't stop! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted them with her frantic pleas.
Their cocks met at the fleshy wall that separated the ass from her cunt. She could feel the pounding. With that severe pounding against the fleshy wall of muscle and tissue, she wondered if they would break through and shoot come all over each other's cocks! What a crazy thought!
She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Her eyes shuttered in dreamy ecstatic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the perverse sexuality of the act streamed throughout her body.
An orgasm of explosive fury burst in her loins. She didn't know whether it was her ass or cunt that induced it. All she felt was one violent spasm gripping both holes.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed. "Oh, keep it up, keep it up!" she pleaded. "HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER! KEEP FUCKING!" Her urgings were louder and strident. "I'm coming again! This is wild! I keep shooting one load after another! I'm coming! I'M COMMMINNGGG AGAINNN! AHHHRRGRRrrr!"
It was a primitive savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval. She raised her body up on her hands. Throwing back her head, the cry burst from her throat. From a forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper of a soft breeze.
At that moment, the spasmic emissions of an orgasm from Bob's cock split into her rectum. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker. A few seconds later, Al flooded her snatch with his come.
Her body collapsed against Al's. Bob had made his final thrust. His pelvis was curved around Betty's rounded buttocks. His head rested on her back. The sexual storm that had shaken them, had abated. It left the three of them spent. They remained fused in that way for several minutes. Fatigued, they waited for their strength to return.
Bob was the first to recover. He withdrew his flaccid cock from her ass. Betty was freed of his weight when he stood up. With some effort, she shifted her body away from Al. His prick had suffered the same fate as Bob's cock. Betty rolled free of his body and stood up. The lascivious fever that had burned within her was dissipating. Her body was returning to a normal temperature.
Their session had been a lively one. She had achieved another accomplishment. Fucked two men at the same time! In addition, her ass was no longer virgin! Betty considered this sexual consummation a special achievement.
As the two men discussed their satisfaction of the fuck in lewd conversation, Betty ignored them. While she was pleased with their opinion of her sexual attributes, she was worried.
She was concerned with how she could rid herself of Al. More important, she was worried about the possibility of becoming pregnant. Unless she took some kind of preventative measure, chances were that someone would knock her up.
Betty had a sudden desire to wash herself. To rid herself of the filth heaped upon her. She remembered she had a douche in her bag. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, she picked up her bag. The two men ignored her. She found the bathroom and ran a tub. While the water ran into the tub, she douched herself. Hopefully, that took care of one problem. But there was still the problem of Al!
CHAPTER THREE
In one day, Betty had been laid, relayed and parlayed. She considered herself a virtual prisoner subject to Al's whims and fancies. And she still had six more days to go for the rest of her vacation! She envisioned the balance of her time spent in a similar manner.
When her time was up, Betty hoped to rid herself of her jailer. She hoped! It was doubtful with his blackmail hold on her. She had to devise some plan to escape his hold on her.
Up till now, Al evidence little consideration for her. His offer to take her to supper and pay for it was a surprise. Betty took advantage of this concession. Even to the extent of going off her diet! Eating more just so it would cost him!
Back at the cabin, later, they slept together. He pressed his advantage by fucking her two more times.
The next day was Sunday. Betty expected a day of rest. Al had a partially stocked larder. She found herself making breakfast for him. A plea to release her would be a waste of time. Instead, she asked for some protection against becoming pregnant. He conceded the point by giving her a package of pills. She considered that a favorable sign. At least, he wasn't a complete villain.
Al left the cabin to get the Sunday papers. He returned with the papers and a guest. He didn't bother to introduce the man. His explanation was the man was a masseur at one of the hotels. He claimed that she might be a little muscle bound. A good massage would help.
Betty didn't buy the excuse. But her legs and arms were a little tight after the excessive bondage she experienced. Whatever the newcomer did couldn't hurt! Besides, it was obvious there was to be more sex.
Both men stripped. It seemed funny to her. She stretched out on the kitchen table. She was on her stomach. Betty felt warm oil poured on the nape of her neck and shoulders. Skilled fingers began to manipulate and probe her flesh. The kneading motion of the hands loosened some of her muscle tightness, bringing relief. If she was going to be fucked again, the fringe benefits weren't too bad.
The masseur's experienced fingers rubbed the cervical-dorsal area with soothing strokes. The gentle rotating of the muscles at the back of her neck gave Betty a feeling of well-being.
"Mmmm!" she murmured approvingly.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"No, that feels good. Just keep on doing whatever you're doing," Betty replied.
He continued to work on her back. His professional hands ran up and down her spine. Soft pressure was applied to the coccyx. Then the hands moved to her buttocks. He probed and squeezed the tender fleshy mounds.
For a brief moment, fingers caressed her asshole and passed on in a downward descent. His hand travelled along the perineum and touched the lower portion of her cunt. A thrilling chill of excitement coursed along her spine. He slipped a finger into the already moist twat. For several seconds, the digital emissary explored the damp slit.
Betty was almost ready to have a mild orgasm at the touch. The finger disappeared. The hands moved away, concentrating on the thighs, twisting and probing the soft flesh.
The entire procedure was repeated with warm alcohol. Briskly, the masseur rubbed the liquid into Betty's skin. After the application of alcohol, he started to cup and pummel her body to stimulate the muscle tone. When he reached her buttocks, he used firm hard slaps.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed. The stings of the .slaps made her ass burn a little. There were only a half a dozen blows. When he stopped, Betty experienced a fiery tingle. She found the massage and the slapping of her butt exciting. Her legs splayed out. She pressed her cunt against the table. The rest of the massage could wait. Now was the time for a good fuck! But she wanted Al to make the overtures.
"Turn over!" the masseur ordered. She flipped over on her back. Her eyes made a quick survey. Both men had hard-ons.
Gentle hands reached down and fondled her heavy cone-shaped tits. The fingers crushed and probed the soft ample flesh. His hands cupped each nipple just below the areola. Her nipple became more pronounced. He rubbed the palm back and forth in rapid strokes. Like someone shining shoes! The friction of the fast moving palm sent another electrifying chill coursing down to her cunt.
With soft movements, the hands traveled slowly over her chest cage, lingering on her navel. He moved down to the hairy bush that camouflaged her cunt. Betty closed her eyes, enjoying this thrilling treatment.
There was a brief pause. The hands moved away and Betty assumed he was applying more oil to his palms. She felt his hand massaging her pubic hairs.
It was pleasant and a feeling of euphoria seeped into her body. Whatever he was using wasn't the regular oil!
Her body jerked with a start. The next part of his treatment was unexpected. He began to shave off her cunt hairs. She was startled at the initial contact.
"What ... what are you doing?" she exclaimed. Her eyes widened in fear. She tried to sit upright.
Al gave her a rough shove, pushing her shoulder. "Lay back and relax, honey! Don't worry! He won't de-ball you! We're just giving you a little shave and shampoo. Wanna make your pussy more attractive!" He held her down by her shoulders while the masseur continued shaving.
Betty was apprehensive about this new development. The razor continued to scrape off her cuntal fuzz. When he finished, he wiped away the excess soap.
She wondered what her cunt looked like, shorn of hair. The pubes seemed cooler at the loss of her bush.
The lips of her snatch were spread apart to expose the clitoris. The venereal papule was slightly distended now. One hand kept the meaty hood over the clitty back. The other hand grasped the engorged piece of tiny flesh and began massaging it.
Betty responded by gyrating her hips, elevating them a little to press against the source of stimulation. Deep throated groans of ecstasy erupted from her mouth.
The fingers moved into her dewy quim. Two fingers dug deep into her pussy's throat. The tactile thrusts sent rapturous shivers down her spine.
Betty's hips undulated in coital movements. The probing fingers were inducing the beginning of an orgasm. Moans of pleasure purred from her throat. "Mmmm! Ohhmmm!"
The orgasm was building up. She elevated her hips to press the fingers deeper. A little bit more and the flood would start!
Frustration flooded her as the fingers discontinued the erotic play. She opened her eyes in time to see the masseur bend his head towards the vee of her thighs.
A renewed electrical surge of voluptuous rapture charged through her cunny. His warm moist mouth pressed against her snatch. She reached down to press his face closer to capture its wonderful delight.
He was accomplished. His dexterous tongue and versatile mouth were as competent as his hands. He exerted practiced wet pressures that continued to send wave after wave of intoxicating responses through her loins.
Betty continued to hold his face in a firm embrace with her pussy. His teeth captured the base of her clitoris. Holding it in a firm oral grip, he pulled it taut. His tongue lavished strong flicking strokes over the entrapped flesh.
She squirmed in ecstatic rapture. Her snatch grounded into his chin. The previous day's sessions didn't compare to this moment. The sensual thrills made every nerve fibre in her tingle. Betty was experiencing a carnal bliss never felt before.
While the masseur's mouth was evoking rapturous thrills, his fingers were inserted into her ass and cunt. The twin holes were frigged with strong rapid strokes.
She rolled her head from side to side in ecstatic anguish. Her mouth sucked in and expiated large gulps of air. The twin orbs of her heavy tits rose and fell in rapid cadence. Betty bucked and rocked her hips and pelvis in a frantic and frenzied gyration.
"Ohhrr! Ohhrrr!" she groaned in tortured bliss. "Oh, you cunt lapper! Eat me out! Eat me out! Don't stop it! I love it, I love it! Keep sucking! Harder, harder! Frig me, frig me! Oh, oh! That's it, that's it! Just ... a ... little ... bit ... more!" Her wild coital movements were punctuated with her words.
"Now! NOW! I'm coming, I'm coming! It's pissing out me! Suck me dry, suck me dry!" she demanded in an urgent husky voice.
Betty felt the multiple discharges of orgasms pulsating within her boiling snatch. The fingers vacated her holes. The masseur fastened his mouth to her naked slit. She rewarded him with a heavy effusion of orgasmic ambrosia from her spigot-less faucet. His tongue dipped between her vulva to lap it out.
The mouth disappeared from her cunt. Betty's body went slack against the table. Her body was coated with perspiration. Her coital movements during the oral massage demanded a great deal of effort. She was spent, physically and mentally. Having her cunt eaten out was a rewarding experience in exchange for the other sessions.
"Now, it's my turn!" the masseur announced. It was one of the few times he spoke while there.
Betty slipped off the table. The carnal act left her in a semi weak state. But she was ready for whatever he had in mind. He was heavy muscled in the arms with a big chest that tapered into a slim waist. There was nothing wrong with his prick either. It protruded from his groin, proud and erect. His cock was thick and larger than the others she had sampled.
She followed them into the main room of the cabin. The masseur took a small footstool and placed it between her ankles. This forced her to splay her legs about twelve inches apart. Betty was doubled over at the waist. He produced two sets of leather manacles. One end was fastened to her wrists, the other, to her ankles. Bound this way, she was unable to straighten up.
His hand parted her ass cheeks. The other hand guided his rampant dick to her asshole. A dull pain flooded the lips of her sphincter. She felt the steady pressure jamming his venereal ambassador into her anal chambers. The muscles of her ass tried to repulse the attack. It lasted for a brief moment. Little by little, his hard prick gained entrance until his cock was all the way into her ass.
Lascivious muscles in her rectum embraced his dick in a loving grip. He gripped her by the hips, pulling her ass close to his groin. His prick was deeply sheathed in her anal canal.
His hips pulled back. He began the slow rhythmic pumping of coital strokes. She felt his cock slide back and forth along the constricted passageway of her rectum. The ass fucking wasn't too bad! It was the position she was in!
Her mind tried to remove the uncomfortable feeling from her thoughts. Better to concentrate on the erotic excitement of the fuck!
The cock slid partially out of her ass. His body moved away from her buttocks. He shoved his prick back in a slow thrust. It was a hard push. His groin bumped against the ass cheeks. The movements were deliberate. In ... out ... in ... out! The same steady cadence!
Betty moved in tandem with the penile strokes.
He didn't seem to be in any hurry. As though he wanted to prolong the sensation.
She detected a slight increase in tempo. He was still unhurried but the thrusts weren't as deliberate. She wriggled her ass, grinding the tight asshole around his shuttling cock. The cadence increased! The masseur rocked faster, pushing his cock in and out faster.
His groin bumped into her buttocks with greater force. In her awkward position, she would have fallen on her face if not for his grip on her hips. Despite her doubled over pose, Betty managed to wriggle her ass in erotic gyrations.
She heard him grunting from the exertion of the accelerated movements. His rapid urgent thrusts heralded the ultimate consummation of the act. Being fucked in the ass didn't turn her on as much as the other sex acts. There was a mild glow of excitement inside of her. Although, she enjoyed having the contact of come juice pouring into her.
The shuttling prick continued to scrape her anal walls in rapid strokes. Betty maintained the erotic wriggles of her ass. Any moment now, she figured, he would come!
He shoved his prick in, ramming it was a forceful push. She felt the deep strong thrust as his cock spewed out his come in a copious flow. Her sensitive anal muscles detected the strong penile contractions. Each pulsation sent a hot glob of viscous fluid into her rectum. She was conscious of the ejaculations.
His body remained pressed to hers, his cock buried up to its hilt in her ass. The thick impaction began to shrink. With a reluctant sigh, he pulled out his prick. The withdrawal made a slight popping sound. A little of his come trickled out and remained behind on her sphincter. The leather manacles were loosened. This was a good time for another massage!
Betty grimaced as she straightened up. Keeping bent over, shackled, was not an ideal position for getting screwed. She wished Al and the men he brought would confine themselves to positions conducive to comfortable fucking.
The masseur patted her on the ass in a friendly gesture. Big deal, you gorilla! she thought. You almost busted my back. He dressed and left.
It was certain that Al was going to have sex with her. His hard-on was still present. No doubt, he wanted to get his rocks off next. This experience with Al had taught her patience. She waited for his command, depending upon his carnal desire at the moment.
"I suppose you want to get laid!" she commented in laconic rhetoric.
"Yeh!" he answered. "I want you to blow me again. Only this time, make it a trip around the world. I don't suppose you know what a trip around the world is!"
"I know what a trip around the world is! I'm not that naive! Where do you want it?" she asked, her voice betraying her annoyance.
"On the couch!" he answered. He sat down on the other upholstered couch in the room. His legs parted wide.
"Come and get it!" he announced.
Betty took a position on her knees. She was between his thighs, his cock pointing at her. She exhaled a sigh of exasperated resignation.
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled as she reached for his cock. Her fingers curled around the base of the shaft. She parted her mouth and closed her lips about the cockhead. With a slow vacuuming suction, Betty drew Al's prick into her oral cavity. She maneuvered her lips and tongue over the corona, moving her head up and down in a slow pumping motion. She shifted her other hand, cradling his balls.
Lascivious thoughts filled her mind. The oral contact with his dick started her vaginal glands sweating. His cock could serve better use in her cunt. Maybe later!
Her tongue curled about the rim of his corona and over the cockhead. It paused over the tiny peehole. She let it flick back and forth several times. The hand holding his shaft pumped up and down in slow jerks. Jerking him off was a good way to induce a quick climax. Save her the trouble of sucking his prick for a long time.
Al was just as clever as she. "Stop pulling me off! Suck, you bitch, suck! Start the trip around the world!"
Her tongue flattened against the fleshy tube and travelled from the head to the base. Her mouth opened and tried to accommodate one of his nuts. She found it a little difficult. Instead, she licked and nibbled on it. From his balls, her silky tongue glided along the perineum.
Betty grasped his thighs under the buttocks, raising his legs. Her forehead pressed against his balls as she closed in on his asshole.
She tasted the inner walls of his asscheeks as her tongue traversed the cleft of his ass. The tip of her tongue reached the brownish crinkled orifice. She circled the perimeter of the asshole and tried to penetrate it.
A crazy thought came to her! Her tongue was a phallus! Maybe she could fuck Al in the ass with it! In spite of a faint unpleasant taste, she continued the attempt. The tip of her tongue pressed against the sphincter. She couldn't make the penetration.
Betty retraced her steps. Back along the perineum to the balls. Back along his prick, letting her tongue glide over the meaty shaft. Her lips closed over the corona. She continued to caress and fondle his balls.
Her cunt began to twitch. She recognized the sign. It wanted its own carnal desires satisfied. Damn the bastard! If he wanted to get sucked off why couldn't it be a 69 position! Betty, in her frustrated annoyance, exerted stronger sucks on his prick.
She continued the various oral urgings with her lips and tongue. His ass rocked back and forth on the couch. He was fucking her mouth. She kept a grip on his prick to prevent him from jamming it down her throat. He raised his hips up, arching his back, and increased the rapid rocking thrusts. His balls, free from her grip, bounced against her chin as they swung in a wide arc.
Her sensitive mouth caught the strong pulsations of his orgasm. There was a forceful outpouring. The copious emissions flooded her mouth. She remembered her instructions of the previous day. She controlled the flow of his come, collecting it in her mouth.
Betty felt the gradual reduction in the explosive pulsations. She let his heavy discharge go down her throat in a slow trickle. Her compressed lips clamped down on his now subdued member and milked out the last drop of come.
She was getting used to the salty glutinous come. It was like a thick sauce with a little too much salt.
Standing up, Betty gazed down upon him. She made an attempt to appeal to his sense of honor. If there was one!
"Can't you let me go? I've done all you asked. Besides, I'll have to go home soon. I can't stay here forever," she said.
"Baby, you're a money maker for me! I'd be crazy to give up a gold mine like you," he answered.
She gasped in shocked realization. Those men had paid Al to fuck her. He was nothing but a pimp! The situation sickened her. She could accept and tolerate the circumstances if there was no money involved.
"You dirty bastard!" she swore. "I'm getting out of here now! And don't you dare try to stop me!"
"Sure, go ahead, if you feel like walking," he told her. "I've got the keys to your car. It's a long uncomfortable hike back in this weather. Better stick around until the end of the week. We'll make plans for future activity. In the meantime, you better resign yourself to the fact you're here to stay. And do what I want!"
"I'll ... I'll poison your food, you animal!" she threatened, her voice rising in anger.
He laughed in derision. "Whatever I eat, you eat! So be nice. It wouldn't look good for both of us to be poisoned. Especially, if they find us both dead and bare-assed."
Unable to cope with him verbally, Betty stormed out of the room. She rushed to the bedroom they shared. She threw herself on the bed. Her body trembled with heavy sobs. How the hell did I manage to get into this mess? And how the hell am I going to get out of it?
CHAPTER FOUR
Al left Betty alone for the rest of the day. He took her out again for supper. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and she was hungry. Betty managed to regain some composure. Her reasoning was she could not think clearly being upset. The trick was to remain calm and figure a way out.
She was surprised that he left her alone after the meal. His actions made her wary. She was suspicious of his intentions. Although there was one eventual conclusion! It would lead to sex.
On Monday, when she awoke, Al was gone. Probably off to find more customers to fuck her! Naked, she slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. Her eyes caught the reflection of her naked body in the mirror above the dresser.
It was the first real look she had of her shaved pubes. Betty paused to view the effect. The appearance of her naked cunt excited her. Surprising, how women never took cognizance of what their cunts looked like! She always remembered having a thick patch of hair over the slit.
There were twin, puffy, small mounds in the center of her crotch. A thin slit formed a depression between them. She chuckled to herself. It looked like a miniature ass with the crack and moon-shaped buttocks. Even a parker house roll!
The shaven pudenda had a lascivious look to it. Almost lewd! Yet, there was a sensual attraction to it. She wondered what it tasted like.
The call of nature interrupted her thoughts. She completed her ablutions and made breakfast for herself. As she lingered over the coffee, she reflected upon her earlier speculations. The taste of her cunt! For that matter, any cunt! Lesbianism wasn't her bag! But the naked cunt intrigued her. She returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed.
Betty bent her body several times to see if her head could reach her cunt. If contortionists could do it, so could she! Her body was supple enough. On the sixty try, she managed to get her head to her crotch.
The successful attempt excited her. Her nostrils drew in the musky scent of her cunt. Blood was rushing through her in anticipated passion. She managed to slip one of her hands between her legs to expose her clitoris.
Her twisted body was uncomfortable. No matter. It was worth being physically indisposed for a brief time. If only to savor the taste of her own cunt.
She closed her lips about the erogenous node. Her entire nervous system was shocked at the contact. The voluptuous thrill brought on by this erotic touch sent shivers of ecstatic rapture tingling into her cunt. She licked the erogenous morsel of flesh. She nibbled on it, tasting its succulent flavor.
Each oral manipulation filled her with sensual exhilaration. Her body was tiring from the cramped position of her contorted pose. She was determined to induce an orgasm before straightening out.
Her lips, tongue, and teeth continued to tantalize the tiny vibrant clitoris.
She felt the cataclysmic force of her orgasm pour down into her cunt. Her lips shifted from her clitty to the mouth of her snatch. To catch the heavy deluge pouring out.
She strained her neck further. Her mouth covered the slit. Her tongue rolled over the shorn labia and reached into the recesses of her vulva. What delicious nectar! Her lovely come! She licked as much out as she could.
Straightening herself, Betty jumped off the bed. The doubled over position tightened up muscles infrequently used. She could use another rubdown! Flexing her shoulders and rotating her neck, she tried to loosen her muscles.
Betty went to the mirror. She smiled at herself in admiration of her accomplishment. "Sonovabitch!" she swore softly. "That was beautiful!"
She relished the new look of a shaved cunt. Not only did it look exciting, it was exciting! The area was more sensitive to contact. Her tongue had discovered that for her. The attempt to suck herself off was a strenuous exercise. With continued practice, the effort might be reduced. Betty found out that sucking herself off was more thrilling than masturbating. If the opportunity presented itself again, she would attempt it once more.
The door slammed and Al called out to her. A little sigh of resignation escaped her lips. She remembered a quotation from King Henry V, "once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...." And once more, she sallied out to meet her foe!
At least it wasn't a stranger again! It was Bob. He was back for a return engagement with her.
He came over to her. His arms embraced her, pulling her naked body towards his. The coarseness of his heavy winter garments scraped her bare skin. She felt the cold air that permeated his clothing. Her frame shook at the contact. It was bad enough being mauled like this! She didn't need the cold upon her bare skin.
"How about a little loving, honey?" he asked.
"I didn't know an invitation mattered to you," she said.
He pressed his mouth to her lips. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue snake out. Betty responded. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to search out hers. His hand dipped into her shaved pussy. She jerked her hips at the contact. His hand was still cold.
The kissing didn't bother her. Betty welcomed it. It was the only sign of some consideration offered to her in the few days she was at the cabin. His kiss had no real meaning. But at least, someone was kissing her!
A sudden thought came to her. She once heard the expression, "I don't mind getting fucked but I want the kissing that goes with it!" At least, now, she was getting the kissing!
The taste of his mouth was a mixture of tobacco, coffee, and alcohol. Her tongue rolled around his in a playful game of lingual tag.
His hand played across the shaved pudenda, teasing her passions. Despite the cold hand, his touch aroused an erogenous thrill. She felt it traveling along her spine in a lightning flash. It struck the bowels of her loins and started a mild incandescent glow.
Their mouths were welded together. Their cheeks worked in a synchronized ballet while they sucked each other's tongues in a deep soul kiss.
Betty was tempted to take Bob's cock out of his pants. She had broken a rule of hers governing the circumstances. She responded to Bob's embrace, returning his ardent kissing. The urge to fondle his cock was restrained. There would be more time for excitement later on. Betty was certain of that!
He parted from her after several minutes. Gazing down at her naked cunt, Bob gave a low whistle of approval. "I can dig that! Shaved pussy turns me on! How come the new look?" he asked.
Betty tossed her head towards Al. "Ask him! He's my manager!" The two men laughed.
Bob was already removing his clothing. His cock stood up, straight and ready. Her eyes riveted to his prick, anticipating the carnal pleasure it was about to give her. The cunt juices started to ooze from her glands.
"Al tells me you dig fancy fucking!" Bob commented. "I'm going to show you one I call the wheelbarrow!"
His announcement intrigued her. The sexual excitement mounted within her. She wondered what it was like and whether it would satisfy her aroused passions.
Bob tossed a cushion onto the floor. "Lay down and rest your head on that!" he instructed.
Reaching down, he caught her legs under the knees and raised her lower trunk. Bob stepped inside her open thighs. She was upside down, her cunt below his prick, his arms holding her legs firmly to his hips.
Al moved towards them. He parted her twat and guided Bob's cock between the cuntal lips. Bob pulled her closer, driving his prick into the vaginal sheath. Betty felt the hard flesh sliding down the throat of her twat.
Bob's fingers dug into her legs in a tight grip. The blood rushed to her head in her inverted position. She experienced an uncomfortable sensation in the back of her neck and shoulders. Those were the only negative physical qualities of the position.
Otherwise, she had no complaints. Bob's cock seemed to be imbedded deeper in her quim. He began the rhythmic coital movements with a little variation.
The backward motion was a slow deliberate partial withdrawal. She responded to the friction of his cock moving out. A tickle stimulated the moist flesh of her vaginal walls. It spread back to her spine. A voluptuous chill shot up her back, prickling the hairs at the back of her neck.
He plunged his cock back into the dampened folds of her cunt with hard thrust. Grinding his shaft in a slight rotating shove. His prick seemed to corkscrew into her rapacious box. The forceful shove sent his groin banging into the shaved puffy lips of her cunt. Shivers of ecstasy rippled through her body. His balls flayed her buttocks as he drove home his rigid dick.
Al straddled her body, facing Bob. He inserted a dildo into her ass. An ecstatic panic came over Betty. She knew what the vibrator was capable of doing to her. It hummed into action. In spite of her awkward position, she jerked her hips in a frenzied gyration. Al's fingers closed over her clitoris and rubbed the sensitive node.
Betty tried to lift her body in an upright position. At the same time, she reached out in a futile attempt to touch Al. To make him stop the ecstatic torture of her clitoris. His manipulation of her clitoris was far from gentle. He wasn't hurting her. But the rough massage of the tiny engorged flesh was excruciatingly divine.
The vibrator in her ass created a mass of tingling voluptuous ripples. The erogenous stimulation threatened to spill over and inundate her cunt.
Bob's prick maintained the same unhurried cadence with the forceful plunging nuance. A lustful intoxication overcame Betty. At first, she attempted to stop them with her feeble efforts.
Caught up by the wild sensual exhilaration, Betty surrendered herself to the carnal ecstasy that cloaked her. Her throat emitted repeated groans of pleasure. "Ohherrr! Ahhrrrr! Ohherrr! Mmmmm!"
Her face was flushed from the blood in her head and the excitement coursing through her. The turbulent pounding of a mounting orgasm filled her loins.
"Ohh! Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded. "Don't tease me! Fuck me, harder, faster! I'm coming! I'm coming! I want to feel your hot come shooting in me!" Her cry was an urgent sob, almost tearful.
A series of liquid eruptions exploded inside her cunt. The heavy discharge filled up her vaginal chalice. Bob stepped up the tempo of his penile strokes. In spite of her carnal exhilaration, Betty was conscious of the increased cadence of Bob's pumping cock.
His prick slithered around in the heavy dampness of her twat. Al removed the vibrating dildo from her ass. Betty continued to feel the erotic tingle pulsating in the moist anal canal. He still maintained the rough stimulation of her clitty.
Although her inverted position hampered her, Betty had no difficulty in experiencing the sexual gratification from the act. She continued to emit ecstatic murmurs of approval.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Oh ... that's ... good! ... Uh! ... Uh!" she gasped in response to Bob's forceful thrusts. She punctuated her gyrations with comments. "Oh! ... keep ... fucking ... like ... that! ... Just ... a ... little AGAIN! " ' M O R R R E E! I'm coming again! ... I'M ... COMMMINNGGG!"
Her cry was a loud exclamation. It tore from her lips. A cry of tortured anguish tinged with the exquisite ecstasy of sensuous rapture.
As another series of multiple orgasms pulsated in throbbing waves in her cunt, she felt Bob's eruption. His cock contracted and expanded. Hot sperm spurted into the pool of her come. He made his final plunge just as the first glob of jism shot out. When the climactic spasms stopped, Bob withdrew his prick. He lowered Betty's body to the floor.
She felt the heavy mutual discharge seep out of her cunt. The mixture of their come trickled down her thighs. She was in a state of complete physical exhaustion. The unorthodox position and the strain of the erogenous stimulation had drained her.
Betty remained stretched out on the floor, her breathing heavy and strained. Her eyes were closed. Her nervous system was adjusting to the change. This last fuck had been a strenuous one. She wondered if she would survive the week if the sex continued at this pace.
The soft, moist contact on her bare cunt made her open her eyes. Bob was on the floor between her thighs. His tongue glided over the sensitive flesh of her pudenda.
"No more, please, no more for now!" she pleaded in a weak voice. "I can't take any more! Later, later! Please let me rest for awhile!"
Her clitoris still tingled from Al's rough manipulation. It was very sensitive. Bob ignored her entreaties and continued to lick her cunt. She tried to sit up to stop him. Al was straddling her chest, his buttocks pressing on to her tits.
"Take it easy, baby!" he told her in a placating tone. "He's just keeping your box warmed up for me. In the meantime, play a tune on this!" He waved his hard-on in her face.
The weight of his body forced her back. "Please, Al, have a heart!" she pleaded. "My clitoris is so tender, I just can't take any more!"
He looked into her strained features. She didn't know if he would be compassionate or a sadistic bastard. All she knew was her endurance had been stretched to its fullest. Betty knew any further stimulation might push her over the brink.
Al's eyes bored into her face in contemplative study. He seemed to determine the same opinion. "All right, Bob, take a break!" he ordered, standing up. "The broad's shot her load and needs a breather!"
A sigh of gratified relief blew from her lips. These sex scenes were exciting and strenuous at times. But there was a limit to the capacity she could absorb. Now was the time for one of those massages! She'd even settle for a nice hot bath!
Betty remained supine on the floor, recovering from the erogenous ordeal.
CHAPTER FIVE
Betty assessed her position as a very detrimental one. From the innocent flirtation she thought it was, it had deteriorated to a precarious plight. They took her out to supper in the evening. She prepared a quick snack during the early afternoon. Afterwards, their sexual appetites were fed with her body. She was thankful she didn't have to do any heavy cooking.
The supper conversation was dominated by Al and Bob. Most of it was lewd innuendoes. Betty sat in quiet contemplation, eating her food. She wondered how they would feel if the situation was reversed. Could they accept the type of abuse that was heaped upon her?
Al kept alluding to a really big session for the next day. It was obvious her participation would be a major one. As to the extent of how really big the session would be was a mystery to her. Betty had no idea of Al's plan. He spoke in general terms. Nothing concrete! She relied on guess work and imagination for her answer.
There was one fact she was certain of! A group of men were going to sample her sexual wares! A gang bang!
Such a prospect, a week before her meeting with Al, would elicit a strong negative response. Yet, now, the idea appealed to her, with reservations. Betty had no qualms about engaging in various sex acts. As long as force or coercion was used, her conscience could not protest.
Bob and she sat in the back of the car as they drove back to the cabin. He felt her tits and cunt, squeezing and rubbing them through her clothing. She accepted the carnal caresses without protest. There was little one could do with clothing on!
While he continued to feel her up, her thoughts dwelled on the following day's program. Were they going to fuck her one at a time? Or were they going to devise some kind of exotic position? Her mind dwelled on the double fuck Al and Bob used on her. That had exciting moments! The scenes she conjured up started the erotic itching in her twat. A light sprinkle of cuntal juices sprayed the inner lining of her snatch. Betty was looking forward to the next day with eager anticipation.
Bob remained over night with them, sharing the same bed. Betty had wondered why Al had such a large bed. She discovered why!
If nothing else, the two men were imaginative when it came to sex. Al called the position A Flying Fuck! She had never heard of it. She found out soon enough!
Bob lay on his back while Betty inverted her cunt over his cock. He fitted his dork into her venereal channel. His hands rested on the callipygian globes of her butt. There was almost a similarity between this position and his wheelbarrow fuck. His cock seemed to have a deeper penetration.
She liked the feel of his shaft buried far into her quim. He kept his feet close together. Any movement on her part would bring her clitty into contact with his thighs. Betty anticipated an erotic friction sufficient enough to stimulate her clitty. This juxtaposition was already arousing her.
Al was lying on his back, his prick close to Betty's face. His balls were almost against the soles of Bob's bare feet. Al's legs were spread apart to bring him closer to them. Betty bowed her head to vacuum Al's cock between her pursed lips.
She swayed her hips from side to side in a slow sinuous rock. The firm impaction of Bob's cock felt real good. It had a comfortable erotic fit. His hands were busy caressing her buttocks, squeezing the soft well shaped buns. The fingers slipped down and parted her cheeks. He massaged the sensitive sphincter with a gentle finger. No penetration! Just a hint of an erogenous thrill to come!
"Mmmmm!" she murmured in thrilling expectation. The pleasurable exclamation vibrated against the cock in her mouth. Betty's cheeks puffed out and collapsed as she sucked on the hard fleshy pole filling her mouth. She alternated the procedure.
Releasing her oral hold on Al's prick, she began to lick it. Her tongue slid along the glistening shaft, covering it with saliva. Reaching the head, the tongue flicked around the rim, teasing it. With rapid flutterings, her velvety oral brush passed over the cockhead, titillating the peehole.
Al's cock disappeared back into her mouth to receive more oral stimulation. Betty curled her tongue around the fleshy shaft in a series of taunting twirls. Her head descended and ascended in a slow tempo. She shifted her head in a slow side to side movement. This created a rotating grinding effect as her compressed lips rubbed over Al's prick. Betty was determined to become proficient in cocksucking. She was beginning to enjoy it.
Bob had inserted a finger into her asshole. He was frigging the hole with a series of measured, unhurried pokes. Betty wished he would start fucking her cunt. Instead, his hips remained immobile. She slid her pelvis along the hairy rough skin of his thighs. The friction heated her engorged clitty. His skin scraped against the sensitive node, sending shivers of ecstasy scurrying along her spine.
If he wasn't going to do anything, she would! Betty raised her hips a little, letting part of Bob's cock escape from her vaginal harbor. The muscles of her cunt felt the friction of his cock withdrawing. It sent a voluptuous tremor through her. Plunging her hips forward, the retreating piece of flesh pushed back into the recesses of her twat. She continued the slow rhythmic coital movements.
Bob continued to frig her ass. In response to Betty's initiative, he shifted his hips in cadence with her thrusts. She felt the provocative friction as their coupled genitals rubbed together.
Betty emitted groans of ecstasy, the sounds muffled because of her busy mouth. "Mmmfff! Mmmfff!"
Her eyes were closed to heighten the sensual tingle lingering in her loins. Every nerve, fiber, and tissue in her body became vibrantly alive. A thousand fires burned in her. She could feel the glow from the incandescent tingling sending hot voluptuous sparks into her animated cunt.
Bob's finger increased the tempo of the frigging. It scraped along her rectal sheath, adding a mild sensual sensation to the major erotic thrill in her quim.
He raised and lowered his ass, driving his cock in and out of Betty's snatch. She responded with equal enthusiasm. The writhing gyrations of her cunt grounded into his pistoning cock. The erotic friction of his scraping shaft sparked a frenzied urgency on her part. Her clitoris continued to brush against his skin, adding more sparks to the orgasmic volcano about to erupt.
Betty wanted to cry out. To demonstrate the ecstatic intoxication overcoming her. She couldn't restrain herself. Releasing her oral grip on Al's prick, she opened her mouth.
"Uhhrr! Uhhrrr!" She gasped, the sounds of exertion and exhilaration rumbling from her chest.
"Oh, that's it! That's it! It feels good, soooo good! Keep fucking! Just a little bit more!" she urged in a low hoarse voice.
Her sultry exhortation lent impetus to Bob's fucking. His prick shuttled faster. Betty kept pace with him.
"Oh, that lovely cock!" she whispered in salacious admiration. "Oh, fuck me, harder! Harder! That's it, that's it! Just a little bit...!" Her voice trailed off.
The heat of his orgasm poured into her cunt. Like the explosive flash of a sky rocket, it shot with accelerated speed into her waiting snatch. The spasmodic contractions of his climax spewed out the glutinous come. It splattered onto the muscular walls of her dampened vagina. Betty felt his pulsating cock within her. Every throb sending another voluptuous thrill through her.
She maintained her pelvic gyrations to sustain the imminent outpourings of her own climax. As the terminal paroxysms of his climax died down, Betty's sexual release came.
"Keep fucking, keep fucking!" she cried out. In her moment of ecstatic bliss, she overlooked Bob's loss of penile rigidity. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded. "I'm coming, I'm coming! AHHHRRgrrr!" It was an exultant shout of pleasure that dwindled down to a low growl lost in a throaty gurgle.
She felt her copious orgasmic emission flooding her snatch, drowning Bob's load of come. He had rammed his prick deep into her hole at the onset of his climax. Betty pushed her twat down hard over his shrinking dick. She wanted to savor the waning delirious throbs of her vaginal spasms. Every time her cunt had been teased in sexual play, Betty experienced an erotic exhilaration.
"Let's go!" Al grumbled. "You two got your rocks off! How about me? Start sucking, bitch!" he demanded.
Her lips returned to Al's cock. It was beginning to grow soft. Betty's skillful lingual embrace induced a strong hard-on again. Her tantalizing tongue slipped along the under side of his prick.
An intriguing thought came to her. Turnabout was fair play! If her ass could be frigged, so could his! She pushed a finger into his asshole. Al squeezed his ass down over her teasing finger. Betty's mouth encircled the crown of his shaft. With lustful abandon, she subjected his prick to strong vacuuming sucks. She alternated the procedure by blowing his cock out.
Her lips maintained a grip on his prick. Al's dick slid part of the way out of her mouth from the force of her breath. With a quick intake, Betty suctioned his cock back in. She kept her lips in a tight compress about Al's cock. The wanton attack on his hard-on was provoked by her own lustful desires partially sated.
She repeated the slow rotating twist of her mouth about his dork. At the same time, her tongue lavished lascivious licks over the engorged flesh.
Betty kept frigging Al's asshole. She found the touch of her finger against his moist anal sheath exciting. Bob's cock had shrunk and disappeared from her twat. She wished another cock could fill her quim. Stimulating Al made her horny. Al's hands pushed her face closer to his groin.
She increased the tempo of her shuttling finger. Her mouth and tongue matched the hurried cadence. Any moment, now, his hot come would be spilling into her mouth.
Her hand curled about the base of his cock. Betty didn't want him stabbing her tonsils in the final frantic thrust of his climax. A slight throbbing of an anal muscle heralded the oncoming orgasm. Her curled fingers sensed the rhythmic pulsations. His cock sent a geyser of seminal lava pouring into her oral cavern.
Betty absorbed the creamy aliment. The thick jism spurted out of his cock in heavy discharges. She pressed her lips firmly against his softening prick. Moving from the bottom of his cock towards the head, she milked out the last drop. She let the salty come trickle down her throat.
They separated. During the night, Bob and Al continued to sample Betty's sexual wares. They would take turns fucking her in the ass or cunt.
Their constant assault on her body, kept her awake most of the night. During one of the sessions, Betty remained in a lethargic state while someone buggered her. She was more interested in sleep then.
In the morning, she awoke, tired from the lack of sleep. As she went through the motions of preparing breakfast for them, her thoughts dwelled on the coming events for the day. Bob and Al renewed their conversation of what would take place. They spoke in generalities, hinting of a real wild session. Their conversation only made her more anxious to get started.
By ten, they were dressed and on their way. Betty wondered where this special assignation would take place. And how? The trip didn't take too long. They drove up to a resort hotel. Betty knew that most resorts had plenty of fucking going on behind closed doors. But having some kind of orgy! Probably paid off the management!
They went up to a room. The men exchanged greetings with the single male occupant. He eyed Betty while he talked to Bob and Al. She appraised his looks, surprised that there was only one other man involved. She expected more from Al's conversation. Al ordered her to strip.
The man's lustful eyes feasted over Betty's sexual attributes as she disrobed.
"Hey! That's a good looking piece of ass!" the man acknowledged. "Let's hurry up! The others are waiting!"
The twitching in Betty's pussy grew stronger. So there were others! Where were they waiting and how many were there?
While she undressed, the man also removed his clothes. Betty sneaked a look at his cock. It wasn't as hard and long as Bob or Al's pricks. But he was ready for her. He took a sheet and wrapped it around himself. Bob and Al also undressed and garbed themselves in sheets. A sheet was given to Betty. The sheet was wound about her so that it could cover her head and face.
Their attempt to disguise her was obvious. They were going to take her some place for men only. The only place Betty could think of was some kind of steam bath. Maybe some kind of a sauna!
With the camouflage completed, they left the room. They went to the stairwell exit and hurried down one flight. Coming out on the second floor, Betty was led to another room. She knew it wasn't a sauna. Their guide rapped a series of identifying taps on the door. The door opened and Betty entered a room with five male occupants, each one garbed in a bedsheet.
A chilling rivulet of erotic thrills trickled down her spine. Eight men awaiting to sexually abuse her! Eight men to gratify the carnal lust that palpitated within her breasts. Her pussy was licking its lips in lascivious expectations. The cuntal glands were leaking. Her cunt was itching.
Her moral inclination was to refuse any sexual liaison. To resist any attempt to involve her in an erotic episode. Betty decided to attempt such an attitude. She knew she would be forced into submitting to their licentious desires. Just the thought of her being compelled to submit made her hornier! That aspect evoked shivers of ecstatic delight. The ultimate result would be doubly exhilarating.
"Take off that sheet! Let's see what she looks like!" one of the men demanded.
Betty clutched the sheet about her in pretended modesty. "No, no! Don't do this to me! I'll scream! Please! Let me out of here! I promise I won't press charges!"
One of the men looked apprehensive. Al laughed! "It's part of the act! This bitch digs rough handling. Likes to be tied up and abused. I think we can accommodate her. Let's get her!" he signalled them.
There was a mass charge! Betty's squeal of feigned fright filled the room. She made certain her voice was controlled. She didn't want anyone to get the wrong impression and call the police. The squeal was loud enough to make their efforts excite them more.
Betty felt the press of their surging, lusting bodies as the force of their weight bore her to the floor. Anxious hands grabbed various parts of her body. She defended her honor with a token gesture. Her sheet disappeared. She was nude while grasping hands squeezed, pinched, and fondled her erogenous parts. In a matter of minutes, her hands were bound. A single rope from the bonds was tossed over a bar in the door frame of a room. Her mouth was gagged against any outcry.
The addition of the gag excited her more. Her mind contemplated some sadistic act that might cause her to cry out. Would they torture her? Or beat her? Betty squeezed her thighs together to alleviate the increased twitching in her aroused twat.
Al stepped close to her body, letting his hand cup each tit. He displayed her boobs to the lusting group before her. Their eyes glistened with carnal desire, their stiff cocks between their thighs proof of the awaited gratification. A crazy idea came to her. A cock stuck all over. In her cunt, her ass, between her tits, several in her mouth! All their come exploding in one gigantic orgasm!
She was a slave girl on the auction block. Al was emphasizing each one of her sexual charms. With each description, he touched the erogenous part. Her large cone-shaped breasts, tender, succulent, exciting. The puffy shaved cunt, obscene, inviting, devastating. Her ass, well-formed, shapely, alluring.
The bidding was spirited. A fifty dollar bid won the first chance. Betty watched the winner approach her. His cock bobbed up and down. She looked forward to feeling the contact of his lovely piece sliding into her squim. Her upright position wasn't conducive to a comfortable merger of their genitals.
Lewd comments mixed with obscene advice filled the air. Betty found the dirty talk stimulating. It was like a condiment added to a dish to make it more zestful.
Her first lay could have been a wrestler or a football player. He was built like the masseur, only with larger muscles. His body was a sledge hammer ready to drive a fleshy railroad spike into her box.
She was unprepared for what happened next! He stuck two fingers up her snatch. His thumb dug into her asshole. He lowered his body, bending his knees a little. With a brief grunt, he straightened up. Betty found herself suspended in mid-air, impaled on the fingers of one arm.
Cries of raucous admiration came from the others. She anticipated a very exciting session with this one. He was a show-off! Someone who wanted to display his physical as well as sexual prowess! She liked that! Betty anticipated an invigorating bout. She wished her hands were free. She wanted to reach out and feel the strength in his cock and balls. He was well hung and aroused the fires of passion in her.
Her body was lowered after several minutes of his display of strength. His large palms elapsed the back of her thighs. Her legs were splayed as she was lifted off the floor. He fitted the bullet head tip of his cock into the parted slit of her cunt. His body moved closer. Betty felt his power as his hips drove his prick past the dampened folds of reddened flesh.
The gag in her mouth muffled her gasp of joy. It was the best cock yet! The sentient lips of her twat stretched wide to accept this erotic delicacy. Betty sighed in muted contentment. What a gorgeous prick! The thick hard shaft swelled inside her vaginal tract.
This is a cocksman, she thought!
He used her body like a swing. Betty's body was shifted away, allowing a partial withdrawal of his dong. She was swung back. Her body pulled towards him. His cock was rammed into her pussy. She felt his vibrant flesh striking home. Deep inside her vagina, his battering ram pounded into the wall of her cunt.
A voluptuous vibration filled the confined space of her cunt. With no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself, rippling over her entire body. She twitched and jerked in a delirium of erotic passion. Her body continued to swing back and forth in a series of short arcs.
On the backward motion, her cunt lips clung to the receding cock, reluctant to surrender its carnal charms. On the returning plunge, her moist twat absorbed his piece in a hungry gulp.
The friction of his pistoning cock heated up her quim. Betty loved the erogenous contact of his penile thrusts. He was spoiling her! She doubted whether anyone could match the ingenuity of the fuck. Or the caliber of his cock! After this, what could anyone do for an encore?
She squirmed, attempting to grind her stretched snatch about his fleshy shaft. Her ass wriggled in ecstatic convulsions. In her awkward position, suspended in mid-air, Betty tried to match his coital cadence. Each sinuous movement of her ass helped to increase the rapturous churning in her loins. Her throbbing cunt seemed about to burst.
The gag muffled her moans of ecstatic bliss. She wanted to cry out to him, Fuck me, harder, harder! Oh, that lovely cock! I can feel its fire heating up my cunt! Just a little bit more! I'm going to come! I'm coming, I'm coming!
She bucked and squirmed her hips in quick, choppy undulations. It was a little difficult under the circumstances. In spite of the unorthodox position, the friction inside her cunt increased. The erogenous stimulation accelerated the voluptuous palpitations of a vaginal vortex.
Betty wanted to scream aloud, giving voice to her rapture with groans and murmurs of anguish pleasure! Her only outlet for the passionate exhilarations that engulfed her was in her frenzied pelvic gyrations.
She closed her eyes in ecstatic bliss as a sluice opened up inside of her. An abundance of love juices poured into the depths of her inflamed quim. The orgasmic elysian nectar flowed over his thrusting prick. He continued to pump back and forth into her flooded snatch.
His cock made a final violent plunge. She felt his body tremble. Then the sudden churning inside his prong. The short strong contraction, followed by the heavy spasm shooting out bursts of glutinous liquid! With each spasm, the thickness of his climactic expression lessened. The force of his penile paroxysms became weaker.
Betty's body was held close to his. His thick pubic hairs scraped against the shorn lips of her twat. The thick lovely cock was buried deep inside her vaginal sheath. She reveled in the erotic contact. There was a gradual decline in the force of his climax. Her snatch told her he was losing his erection. She felt it grow soft. She was saddened by the loss.
He lowered her body, removing his flaccid dick. His demonstration was greeted with comments of admiration. She was certain no one would equal or better his efforts.
As Betty stood waiting for the next man, a trickle of the mixed come oozed down her thighs. The warm glutinous liquid cooled as it ran down her legs. The sticky mixture was uncomfortable. She was eager to see what was next.
"Will you behave yourself and keep quiet if we take off the gag?" Al asked.
Betty's head bobbed in enthusiastic agreement. The gag was removed. She licked her lips trying to moisten her dried mouth. At least, now, she could give vent to her ecstatic feelings.
"May I have something to drink?" she asked. One of the men brought her an iced drink. As he held the drink to her lips, he fondled her tit.
The amber liquid burned as it trickled down. But it was cold! It helped to refresh her.
They loosened her bonds and brought her to the bed. The others were aware of The Flying Fuck position. Two of the men wanted to try it out.
Betty recalled the thrill of her initial experience with that position. She took up the inverted insertion. After the first fuck, this cock didn't have the same potency and stimulation. But there was the contact of her clitoris against the thighs of the man in her!
She bowed her head over the hard-on pointing up, awaiting her sensuous mouth. Betty shifted back and forth, letting the friction of the contact stimulate her clitty. The cock inside her cunt didn't excite her as much as the friction on her venereal node.
It didn't matter! She was more interested in the stimulation of her clitty. As long as there was something hard sticking up her twat! Something to complement the erotic excitement churning inside of her!
Her mouth fitted over the corona of the cock in front of her. Betty nibbled on the pinkish-red knob with her teeth. Then alternated with soft quick sucks. The soft lips of her mouth encompassed his cock. Her supple tongue swivelled around the underside of his shaft. With the practice she had acquired, Betty tantalized the sensitive swollen skin. Her oral technique was almost perfect.
The man arched his back, trying to press his prong deeper into her throat. Betty's fist curled around the base of his dick to prevent being stabbed in her tonsils.
In the meantime, the cock in her cunt continued to shift in and out. She felt his dick sloshing about in her sopping snatch. His cock didn't have the electrifying contact of the other solid cocks she sampled. But the friction on her clitty compensated for it!
Her pelvis pressed into the hairy leg. The bristles rubbing against her bare pudenda gave the action more excitement. Almost any moment now and she would come! It didn't have the piquant force or explosive ecstasy of the other orgasms. But it was sufficient to satisfy her needs! Perhaps someone else would supply the exquisite gratification she wanted.
The man underneath began to buck his hips in a frenzied drive. She heard his heavy breathing from the effort. A stream of jism spurted into the coosy just as her orgasm dampened his prick. He plunged his dick into her cunt, sating his carnal lust.
Betty was able to devote her concentration on the cock in her mouth. She pumped her hand along the shaft in short jerky strokes. Her lips and tongue continued to lasciviously tease the heavy flesh. A palm cupped the heavy balls in a gentle caress. The fleshy agates shifted in her hand. Betty readied herself for the imminent orgasm.
The man made faster thrusts with his hips. He was fucking her mouth, trying to push it in. The fingers curled about the base of the shaft prevented the deep penetration. Her compressed lips about the shaft caught the pulsating contractions. His cock pulsated with strong spasms. Then the gradual weakening of the paroxysms.
She milked the last vestiges of his come into her mouth. He gave a soft sigh of satisfaction as she released his cock. Finished with her participation in the act, Betty got off the bed. The two men remained on the bed, extolling the merits of Betty's sexual ability.
Their praise pleaded her. Everyone who had sex with her had no complaints. A licentious thought occurred to her. Maybe, she should become a whore! Why the hell should this guy Al make all the profits? Besides, since she enjoyed fucking, she might as well have the fringe benefits that went with it!
The remaining members of the group started an argument. Everyone wanted to fuck her next! A satisfied smile played on Betty's face. It was good to have men fighting over her. Not every woman could say that! While she was anxious to have some more sex, she welcomed the little respite.
She wandered over to the small bar set up in the room. Pouring herself another drink, Betty turned around and surveyed the group. Their cocks had all shrunk. A silent laugh shook her frame. After they straightened out their little differences, she'd have their cocks hard again. Betty took another pull at her glass. She was ready for action again.
CHAPTER SIX
Betty was certain of one thing. Each man was determined to outdo the other in sexual feats. That was the exciting part of this orgy. After the initial demonstration, the men were hard pressed to come up with something unique.
Two others managed to impose their rights as next in line. They held a whispered conference. Betty studied them, hoping to watch a word or phrase. To get some idea of what was planned for her. The anticipation increased her pulse beat. She felt the libidinous excitement rising inside of her. As they approached her, her sexual responses increased.
She was picked up, her body placed parallel to the floor. Held by the hips, Betty's legs flanked the thighs of one man. Facing the floor, she knew where she was going to be fucked!
The free man parted the fleshy buns of her ass. He guided the other's prick to the exposed sphincter. The knobby head butted the tight hole. A slow pressure was exerted. Betty's mouth opened in silent protest as the crown of the fleshy shaft insisted upon entry.
His prick maintained a gradual persistent force. The lips of her ass yielded reluctantly. She felt his cock inch along her anal sheath in a slow penetration. He buried his fleshy saber up to the hilt in her erogenous scabbard. Betty's ass tingled a little from the impact.
The other partner to this erotic pose stood at her head. His hands herd Betty under the arms for additional support. They formed a human letter H. A roar of lewd approval went up from the viewers of this stance.
Betty was amused by this crazy position. She viewed it as some prurient pose used only to incite a lewd reaction. She didn't think it served any useful purpose. Her hands were clasped about the waist of the man in front of her for additional support.
When they began their rocking coital action, Betty realized it wasn't a good position for her. She could tolerate the prick fucking her ass. It was the cock in her mouth that caused concern. There was no way for her to prevent him from jamming it down her throat when he came. Unless, of course, in the final minutes, she freed one hand to grab the thrusting cock.
Their shifting bodies shuttled her back and forth. The cock in her ass slid in and out of her constricted rectum. All she felt was the gorged flesh pumping back and forth. She loved the contact of a hard prick in her ass or cunt. Her preference was a cock fucking her cunt. But whatever the way, Betty luxuriated in penile contact.
There was a dull throb in her cunt. She wished someone would frig her pussy or massage her clitty. She thrilled to the pistoning dick in her ass. It evoked a pleasurable sensation. But she wanted more.
The men were breathing deep, exerted by their efforts. She had to laugh to herself. Why did men always dream up some kind of exotic fucking position? The simplest way was always the best way!
Her mouth was fastened to the cock in front of her. She capped her teeth with her lips, forming a protective shield. The lips were tightly compressed over the hard-on. She utilized the action of the cock in her ass to suck the man off. As her body was propelled forward, her mouth absorbed the dick. On the backward swing, Betty's lips squeezed back towards the cockhead.
The friction of her rubbery compressed lips created . the desired effect of stimulating the imprisoned cock. Her mouth was giving the captive prick an oral massage.
"Mmmmhmmm!" The man exclaimed in appreciative approval. "This bitch sure knows how to suck cock!"
"Her tight ass ain't so bad either!" the other man commented, maintaining the tempo of his pistoning cock.
Betty was elated by their remarks. The next best thing to the rapturous enjoyment of cock was the compliments that accompanied the use of her sexual assets.
The tempo increased. The man imbedded in her ass pulled her close to him. Each time he shoved his cock home, her crotch bumped into his groin. His hips pumped faster. Her body jerked with each contact.
Despite the weird position, Betty managed to undulate her ass a bit. To help to hasten the orgasm about to erupt in her hole. His body trembled. The shock waves told her that he was coming. He made his final thrust, hard and frantic. The molten come poured into her asshole. Her cunt was welded to his body while his cock spewed out the viscous fluid. There was something exciting about a male's orgasm spending inside some erogenous orifice!
The cock in her mouth started its furious cadence as it slid in and out. He was fucking her oral cunt with increased thrusts. Her lips were a tight clamp about his prick. But it couldn't prevent the final deep plunge! Any moment, now! Betty freed one hand and reached for the plummeting prick.
She caught it just in time! He was ramming it home as the first burst of semen exploded in her mouth. She sucked on his fleshy fountain in deep, hungry pulls. The flattened blade of her tongue lavished loving licks over his cock. She felt his body shudder as his orgasm swept over him.
Betty kept her mouth glued to the cock until it lost its hardness. She let his soft prick slip out of her mouth with a reluctant final suck.
Their sexual appetites satisfied, the men swung her back to an upright position. While the men had slaked their carnal desires, the act performed was more show than anything else. She wanted some real honest-to-goodness fucking. Where each thrill was an exquisite feeling of rapture! Where her own licentious longings were satisfied! Instead, she had a bunch of jokers who seemed interested in competing for some kind of Olympic fucking team!
She experienced the gamut of their desires. It was almost one in the afternoon when they finished with her. Thoughtfully, they broke for lunch. Room service delivered their food. During the meal, the major subject was sex.
Betty listened to their "recap" of the morning's sessions. They took great delight in describing their efforts while others suggested ways of improving on it. Some of the suggestions were more gymnastic than sexual. She wondered what their reaction would be if they witnessed her sucking herself off. The thought of that act made her cuntal glands sweat. Her twat was coated with a damp film of juice. She was tempted to take charge and tell them how to fuck her!
That would be thrilling! Taking charge of these studs and directing their sexual efforts! But that would take away the other thrill of being forced to submit! Such a wanton act would also disturb her conscience! By now, she hoped her conscience had been compromised. With all this raping, Betty expected her conscience to shrug its shoulders and say, "what difference does it make now?"
"How about a little show, Al?" one of the men asked.
"Yeh! Let's see this broad get us hot again!" someone else joined in.
They were getting their second wind, recharging their sexual batteries. The requests excited Betty. All of Al's previous sex sessions had stimulated her to ecstatic heights. Any diversion he thought up would excite the group as well as her. She hoped he had the dual stimulators.
"Someone lend me some clothes!" Al requested.
"I got my stuff in the car. I'll freeze my ass off going bare-assed out of here. Besides, I don't want to be picked up for indecent exposure!"
There were derisive hoots. "You're right!" someone called out. "Showing off that thing you call a prick would be indecent. I bet you get more action out of your finger than that pimple you call a cock!"
Good natured teasing followed with laughter. "Go fuck yourself!" Al tossed back.
"Can't!" the other replied. "I ain't built like a bugle!"
Al turned to Betty. "Entertain the guys until I get back! See if you can turn them on with a little sexy dance. Or whatever you can think up! Give me about ten minutes!"
The prospect of arousing this group was a challenge to her. Up to now, their response was physical. She was going to stimulate their imagination. They formed a loose semi-circle. Betty stepped into the center.
"Turn on the radio!" she ordered. "See if you can get me some mood music."
The radio was turned on. Talk and various sounds of music blended together as the dial was rapidly twisted to different stations. Betty caught a suitable tune.
"Turn it back, back!" she said. The dial was swung back. "That's it! Okay!" she nodded. The tune was an instrumental called "Washington Square". It wasn't quite what she wanted, but the beat was suitable.
Her eyes scanned the group. Their eyes were riveted to her body. Each one was cloaked in a blanket of fantasy. Envisioning some carnal act with the nude nubile body in front of them. Her lips spread into a faint smile. Most of those dormant cocks in front of her would be hard by the time she finished.
Betty shrugged her shoulders. Her ruby tipped tits swayed in their own provocative dance. Her hands reached on her rib cage. She swung them up in a slow sensual movement to the jiggling luxuriant fleshy gourds. The palms moved in an unhurried caress, pressed firmly against her skin. Her palms cupped the heavy cone-shaped boobs. She proffered them in a teasing gesture.
She slid along the underside of her tits in a slow sensual stroke. Her thumb and middle finger of each hand closed about her tits. Exerting a little pressure, caused the nipples to protrude. Betty heard their hoarse, measured breathing above the sound of the music. Their eyes were focused on the provoking sight of her distended nipples.
She studied their faces but they never altered their gaze. Their eyes were glazed, shining with lust. Each one was occupied with salacious thoughts, anxious to put them into action.
Betty's gaze shifted to their crotches. The hard-ons attested to the effectiveness of her dance.
She dropped her hands to her hips, letting them drop in a deliberate tantalizing slide. Her feet shifted in a slow modified box step in tempo with the music. Her soft pliant tits jiggled. Betty undulated her hips, gyrating them in a slow wanton movement.
Betty's hands fluttered over her body in an obscene search, finally resting on her groin. Changing the tempo, she rubbed her hands along her thighs in a gentle caress. Her shoulders tilted forward in a slight bow. The tits hung down, accentuating their erotic appearance.
Unhurried, Betty brought her hands upward in a zigzag fashion. Her legs were apart, knees bent in a slight angle. The hands moved upward towards each other as if drawn by some magnetic energy that radiated from the center of her thighs. The two hands met at the apex, her cunt. Her fingers reached out for the thick puffy labial exterior of her snatch.
With the effective showmanship of a stripper, she conveyed the desired tantalizing results. Betty drew the cuntal lips apart, exposing the glistening moist interior of her hot pussy. Heavy audible gasps came from her audience. She was surprised they maintained control. By now, someone was expected to jump up and fuck her.
She taunted them, moving her hips forward, back in a sinuous rotation; her parted slit beckoning, calling to them like some lorelei. She was pleased with herself. Betty had never performed in such a lascivious manner before. It was her first attempt. She had succeeded in arousing their lust. Her own erotic desires were provoked by her act.
Betty turned around, displaying her callipygian backside to the group. She clasped her asscheeks, exposing the brownish crinkled hole of her ass. Bending over, her ass was pushed towards them in further exhibition. Wriggling her ass, Betty continued her lewd dance. Her legs were splayed. She bent her head, looking at them between her legs.
The blood rushed to her face in this upside-down position. She stuck her hand up along the crack of her ass. Pushing a finger into her ass, she wriggled her hips again. She pursed her lips and emitted an exaggerated kissing sound. Her routine was greeted with applause and lewd comments. Betty grinned at the reaction. She was enjoying it.
Straightening vp, she started to repeat pant of her dance. The door opened. Al came in bringing with him, his attache case. "Here I am with the goodies!" he announced.
He was greeted with good-natured insults for interrupting Betty's dance. She stopped and looked around. Their cocks were still stiff and erect. That was exciting! But not as thrilling as the appearance of Al's case. He had some wild things in it for her. She was looking forward to having them with eager anticipation.
"Gotta make this show look good," Al explained. He made Betty stretch out on the bed. She was tied in a spread-eagled fashion on the bed.
"Watch this!" Al said. He took out the paint brush and brushed it around the areola. The nipple fastened, to the quarter-sized disc stiffened. He repeated the routine on the other tit. He bowed his head and sucked up one of the nipples.
Betty closed her eyes to better enjoy this moment. The stimulation of her tits caused her to sigh in ecstatic expectation. Her cunt became damp when she started her erotic dance. The moistness increased with the stimulation of her tits. Al's mouth sucking her succulent nipple sent an erogenous ripple of excitement down to her wet snatch.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured in blissful approval. Betty ignored the group surrounding the bed. She was uninhibited by their presence. All that mattered now was her personal sexual gratification. She didn't care if they all shot their loads watching. It was her turn to be turned on and she was relishing every minute of it.
Al moved the brush over her body. Betty squirmed in rapturous delight. The brush tickled the puffy lips of her cunt. He took out the flanged speculum and parted her glistening vulva. The men crowded around to see what the inside of her cunt was like.
In an obscene display of her wantonness, Betty arched her hips to bring her cunt closer to their view. Their lewd comments about the sight of the reddish meatus, slick with the wetness of her vaginal sweat, heightened her erotic pleasure. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed in a heavy breath of air. The twin mounds on her chest quivered.
"Watch this!" Al called their attention to the next phase.
The dual vibrators were fitted into her twat and ass. Betty felt the thick dildos penetrating the twin holes. A little groan of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Mmm-ahhh!" she murmured as the insertions filled up the respective erogenous channels. Her rectum and vagina were filled with the tight impaction of the artificial cocks. Her body tingled with anticipation. The vibrators' switch were turned! Betty's hips jerked as the electrifying sensation began. Exclamations of salacious approval came from the onlookers. They were enjoying the sight of this display. She had the advantage! Betty was enjoying the effect upon her body. That was more thrilling!
Her bonds limited her movements. But there was no restriction upon her waist. Her asscheeks bounced on the bed as she bucked up and down. A wave of erotic pleasure filled every pore in her body. She squirmed and twisted in a sinuous writhing as the vibrations flooded her ass and quim.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she groaned. "It's wild! It feels so good! Mmmmm!"
Every nerve fibre in the sensitive muscles of her rectum and vagina tingled with erotic incandescence. It had the prickling sensation associated with a limb falling asleep. But there was also the tantalizing sensual effect!
Betty tried to bring her thighs together as the dildo in her cunt stirred up increased waves of voluptuous thrills. The restraints prevented her from doing so. She wanted to squeeze her legs together. That might stop the powerful vibrations.
She cried out in tortured delight. "I can't take any more. Stop! Stop! No more, no more! Fuck me, fuck me! Please!"
Betty never considered how her responses reacted on her audience. Her sensual movements and her erotic sounds! She was concerned with her personal involvement. Her body was a quivering mass of impassioned flesh. The vibrators evoked exquisite spasms of delicious torture.
Al reached under the hooded flesh of her cunt. He grasped the reddish piece of flesh. Alternating his manual manipulations between hard rubs and little tugs, he stimulated her clitoris. The added massage of her clitty increased Betty's tortured erotic anguish.
"Ohhhrrrr!" She cried out, suffering from the torment of the tantalizing vibrators. "Stop, stop! I can't take it any more! Have mercy! Fuck me! Do anything you want! But stop! Stop!" Her voice was a plaintive protest.
Her captured clitoris was subjected to continued stimulation despite her entreaties. Inside her cunt, the erogenous tension mounted. She felt an orgasm growing. It seemed like a balloon expanding. Any moment, it would reach a bursting point.
Betty wriggled her hips and shifted her pelvis in a series of erratic frenzied coital thrusts. If she could have that orgasm, it might lessen the intensity of the vibrations! Her nervous system was reaching out for that orgasm, trying to bring it on.
The orgasm exploded with the brilliance of a magnesium flare. She felt it tear at her insides with a violent force.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed. Her voice was urgent and loud. "Please, take those damn things out of me and fuck me!" she pleaded.
Her hips continued to churn with the turbulence erupting inside her twat. The initial orgasm was followed by a series of others. Each, more intense than the other!
"I'm coming like crazy!" Betty exclaimed. "It won't stop! It's crazy, crazy! Stop, stop! I'm coming again! I'M COMMMINNGGGG! AHHRRGRrrr!" The cry tore from her throat. It was an anguished cry that dwindled down to low gurgle.
Her pelvis made a series of frenzied thrusts during the final exclamation. In the throes of a violent orgasm, Betty's body shook in a paroxysms of intense erotic ecstasy.
Al removed the vibrating phalli. Betty's frame collapsed against the mattress. Her body was coated with perspiration from the extreme exertion she experienced. Her breathing was deep and rapid. She didn't think she could be pushed to this limit of exquisite torture.
The demonstration and its results evoked many comments from the audience, all agreeing on one thing! Betty listened with closed eyes to their remarks. She was a hot piece of ass! Everyone wanted to fuck her again.
She doubted if she could service anyone. Her pussy and asshole were too sensitive. The erogenous holes had taken an excessive amount of stimulation. Just a slight touch of either part would have her climbing a wall.
"Give me a break!" she pleaded. "That last session has wiped me out."
Betty wanted a few minutes of rest. Enough time for her body to readjust. Her snatch and rectum were still tingling from the effects of the vibrators. She found the use of these mechanical gadgets an excellent supplement to fucking. Perfect for adding a delightful nuance to some foreplay. But used in excess, the results were devastating!
As much as she enjoyed being screwed by these men, Betty wanted to call it a day.
The men became involved in a heated argument. Betty was pleased they were fighting over the use of her sexual pleasures. The longer they argued, the more time she had to recover from her ordeal.
Their heated discussion deteriorated into a fist fight between two of the men. The heated commotion caused someone to call the management. Someone from the office came up to the room. The appearance of the hotel's representative stopped the fight. It also created a hurried mass exodus.
Al, Betty, and Bob rushed upstairs to the other room. Within minutes, they were dressed. The three left one by one, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
Betty was alone for a brief moment. This was her opportunity to flee. All her clothes were at Al's cabin. He also had the damaging evidence used to blackmail her into co-operating. And then, there was the sex!
She hurried to his car where Bob and he were waiting for her. She was still a prisoner.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As they drove back, Betty reflected on the events that filled her day. She had quite a dose of sexual excitement. Enough to last her for awhile! And the exhilarating excitement of rushing out of the hotel! Her blood and pulse raced with equal acceleration. Just imagine if the police had come and arrested them! The stigma of being arrested; the disgrace of getting her name in the paper. Worse yet, her father discovering her sexual inclinations.
She could probably be forgiven and understood by her mother. But her father! Betty was thankful she was fortunate in this affair. It wasn't a disaster. She leaned back against the car cushion. She shut her eyes and sighed in relief.
In her haste to dress, Betty left off her pantyhose. Bob's hand was inside her thighs reaching for her shaved snatch. She let him continue. If she protested, she would be in a wrestling match. The ultimate outcome would be that she would lose. Bob would still gain his objective. There was less effort by allowing him to reach her cunt.
Besides, the effects of the vibrations had worn off. Having her pussy petted couldn't hurt. She was in the mood for some mild sex. A little finger-fucking never hurt anyone! That was all he could do while the car was in motion.
She remained relaxed, letting his fingers stroke her cunt. His groping fingers produced a subtle hint of a thrill. In addition, it helped to soothe her.
While Bob teased her cunt, he kept up a running conversation about the interrupted session. Al answered him. From the conversation, Betty deduced that the session was only interrupted. Not postponed! They were going to meet at Al's place. The knowledge they would resume their orgy caused her pulse to race.
How she loved that first virile cock! From the moment he lifted her up with his fingers in her hole, Betty knew this guy had the merchandise! And the way he fucked her, suspended in mid-air! She was ripe for another session. After the warm-up with the vibrators, she was ready to take on an army. Would he fuck her again or would he want to be sucked off? Betty hoped he would fuck her!
No one was surprised to see a car waiting for them at the cabin. The occupants of the other car got out as they drove up. Betty searched their faces, hoping to see her favorite cocksman. There were three men! The others went home. Betty's heart was beating faster! Her cocksman was waiting for a return session.
The cabin was electrically heated. They all came in out of the cold. Within minutes, they were all naked. Betty was getting warmer. It wasn't from the heat in the room! Her cunt was getting hot! The sweat was pouring out of the vaginal walls. Al was right! She was like a bitch in heat! And she was eager to have her cocksman fuck her!
Al was the perfect host. He offered drinks to his guests. At the same time, he tried to establish some kind of order for the use of Betty's sexual wares. There was no desire for a recurrence of the earlier altercation.
One of the men wanted a repeat of the vibrators. Another, wanted a repeat of her provocative dance. The cocksman saved the day.
"Let's stop the bull-shitting! We came here to fuck!" he announced. "I don't know about you guys but I'm getting my piece now! After that, you jokers can do as you please!"
Betty was ready to shout out a cheer and kiss him. She was eager to feel his rampant rod filling her anxious twat. That lovely thick wonderful cock! She moved towards the couch and stretched out on it.
He followed her to the couch. His fingers were curled about the base of his rigid prick. Betty looked up to see the tempting piece of flesh pointing at her face.
"I want a good blow-job!" he demanded. "None of that jerking off shit either! I want you to make me come with your mouth."
Disappointment replaced her joy. She didn't mind sucking him off. She would be only happy to do it. But the most important thing to her now was to have his cock in her cunt! There had to be a way to induce him to fuck her first! Appeal to his ego! A guy like him was loaded with it!
"I ... I don't mind sucking you," Betty began in a hesitant voice. "But ... but I'd much prefer if ... if you would fuck me first," she blurted out. Her brazen declaration didn't bother her. She was going to be fucked one way or another! Betty was determined to enjoy it since she had no say in the final decision.
A big grin spread across his face as he listened to her continue. "A lot of guys have been screwing me. But nobody has the equipment you have for the job! If I'm going to get laid, I'd rather have someone like you do it. I can always save the blow-jobs for the smaller guys!"
Her little speech excited her more. The itching in her snatch became more intense. What the hell was he waiting for? She wanted to scream out, "Fuck me, you jerk!"
The cocksman gave a throaty laugh. "Didja hear that, you guys? This him knows class when she sees it!" he boasted. He turned to her. "You got yourself a deal, honey! And to show you how much class I got, we're going to fuck a different way," he told her. "Get up!"
His acceptance of her request and his answer was fuel to her raging furnace. Even before his cock was in her, Betty was perspiring from the erotic fire burning within her.
He stretched out on the couch and instructed her to straddle his hips, facing his head. Betty moved into position. Lowering her frame onto his cock, she watched in enthralled fascination as he guided his cockhead between her cunt lips. She wasn't concerned about any resistance. The heat of erotic excitement had created sufficient lubrication in her pussy.
The tip of his cock poked its head inside her shaved twat. It slid into the virginal sheath without any effort. In seconds, his vibrant shaft was fully imbedded in her quim. He raised his knees providing a back rest for her. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the voluptuous contact.
His hands fondled and squeezed her resilient boobs. He grasped the hardened nipples between the balls of his forefingers and thumbs. She felt the tips gently rubbed. The touch sent an ecstatic down her spine. Her body thrilled to his touch as his hands swept over in erotic caresses. And the pressure of his hard large cock impacted in her snatch intensified that thrill!
The exploring hands traveled to the hood over her cuntal slit. Searching fingers found the venereal node. That tiny penis-like piece of flesh! The cocksman started to rub it. She felt his fingers touch the small pea shaped button below the exposed flesh.
"Hssss!" She sucked in her breath at the touch.
"You do all the work, baby!" he told her. "That way, you can enjoy my cock as long as you want!"
He increased the pressure of his fingers on her clitty. Betty started a sexual canter on his prong. Her ass rose and fell in slow motion, letting his prick glide partially and imbedding it back into her cunt.
She felt the voluptuous friction of his hard flesh scraping past the walls of her aroused snatch. The massaging pressure on her clitoris continued. Betty was in no hurry to finish this fuck. She wanted it to last as long as possible.
Betty kept the slow rhythm of her pace. "Mmmm!" she murmured. "That feels good!"
"Like it, huh?" he asked. "Enjoy it while you can!"
She nodded in agreement. His prong moved in and out as she continued to ride it. Betty added some variations to the coital movements. On the descent, she wriggled her ass, grinding her pussy about his dick. Moving upward, her pelvis gyrations caused his cock to counter screw against the walls of her cunt.
Her plan was to maintain this slow cadence. The longer she prolonged the climax, the more she could enjoy his lovely cock. She suspected it would take some time for him to come. He had excellent control over his cock. But she wasn't taking any chances!
Betty accelerated the pace. From a canter to a gallop! Her body moved up and down faster. His cock pistoned in and out in lightning fashion from her quickened cadence. His fingers responded to her silent message. He increased the motion and pressure on her clitoris.
"Uhhrrr! Uhhrrr!" she grunted as she bounced up and down in erotic fervor.
Her body trembled from the sensual ecstasy. Her tits swayed in erratic patterns while her body shook in lustful enterprise. Betty could feel the piquant pleasure pervading her nervous system. Every fibre tingled with the sensual exhilaration.
"Harrr! Harrr!" She was breathing deeply and rapidly. Her eyes were shut to enjoy the intensity of erogenous stimulation. Her mouth opened and shut, inhaling and exhaling large gulps of air. Betty clenched and unclenched her fingers in an effort to alleviate the seething ravishment bubbling within her.
"Start fucking me!" she exhorted him. "Rub my clitty, harder! Harder! That's it! Fuck me!" she demanded in a hoarse urgent voice. "I want to feel that beautiful cock of yours pumping away in my cunt! I want to feel your sweet, hot come flooding my cunt! Fuck me, fuck me!"
He moved in tandem with her. When she raised her ass, he drove his prick upward. Plunging it as deep as he could! On the down stroke, Betty impaled herself on his vibrant dick. Their bodies moved in synchronization. They were in the violent throes of fucking. Each body shook and trembled with their coital thrusts.
Betty felt the voluptuous ecstatic titillation of a growing orgasm. Soon, it would expand and seek release from its prison. She squirmed her ass, grinding her cunt further over his prick.
Both their faces were flushed from the erotic strain. Each emitted erotic grunts as their bodies thrashed. Betty was the more violent of the two. Her body convulsed in a sensual turbulence. She was an uncontrolled wanton.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" She grunted from the salacious exertion. In the heat of their fervid fucking, her personality changed. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged him. "Oh! I need your hard cock pumping inside of me! I can feel it ramming home! I need more! More! Let me feel your prick banging hard inside of me!" she demanded in erotic abandon.
"Harder, harder! Squeeze my clitty! Rip it out, tear it!" she shouted in a fit of sexual violence.
"Ahherrr! Ahherrr!" she groaned in ecstatic anguish. "I'm coming, you fucker! I'm coming. Ooooo! That's it, baby, that's it! Annn-nyyy ... sec-unndd ... nowww!" Her jerky phrasing punctuated her bouncing erratic movements.
Up and down in frantic thrusts! Sideways in frenzied sensuous twists! She felt his hard cock slamming deep inside the throat of her vagina. Each jolt, as his cock battered the walls of her twat, sent ecstatic shivers up her spine. The orgasm was ready to erupt.
"I'm coming again! Here it comes! AHHHRRGRRR!"
It was a shout of a sensually tortured soul. A cry of ecstatic delirium ending in blissful release from the exquisite and piquant pleasure of their voluptuous fuck.
Betty jammed her flooded snatch down on his devastating prick. Her copious emissions bathed his cock. His hips continued to pump back and forth in her snatch. She watched his face, strained from the effort, as he grunted.
His pelvis rammed into her crotch. His cock made a final thrust. The heavy sperm shot upward into her vaginal recesses. She felt that lovely hot cream pouring into her, mixing with her come.
Their genitals remained welded as the climactic spasms subsided. A deep sigh of carnal bliss escaped from her lips. On a whim, Betty leaned forward. She pressed her lips to his mouth in a passionate kiss. A loving token of her appreciation of his sexual efforts. He responded by demonstrating his approval with an equally passionate kiss.
Unhurried, they separated, his limp dick parting from its erogenous harbor with little effort. The mixture of their come dripped out of her snatch. The heavy ooze trickled down her thighs in a slow descent.
"You're all right, baby! You're a good piece of ass! And you know good cock when you see it!" he grinned at her.
"Thanks! Having a good cock and knowing how to use it is just as important. And you sure know how to use yours!" she answered, returning his compliment.
"Well, if you two are through with this mutual admiration society, there are others who'd like to try that ass!" Bob sarcasmed.
"Don't get your water hot, buster!" the cocksman retorted. "This babe can take you all on without raising a sweat! But she still owes me a blow job! And I'm gonna collect now! She knows the real thing when she sees it."
Betty enjoyed the exchange between the men. It was as though they were fighting over her. Her hero was the cocksman and he was re-securing her from the villains. She was looking forward to sucking him off. Her cunt had tasted the wonderful flavor of his prick. She knelt where he stood, her arms encircled his buttocks. Betty was eager for her mouth to sample the succulent piece of his meat.
Her lips closed about the dormant cock coated with their come. His prick responded immediately. It swelled within the moist warm confines of her mouth. Betty felt his cock growing large and stiff. She thrilled as he responded to her oral ministrations.
Betty shifted one hand. She cupped the heavy balls and fondled them. She felt the erotic stirrings inside her cunt as she caressed the fleshy agates. Her tongue rolled around the corona of his cock, welcoming the stiff hard-on in her mouth. Her oral brush swept along the shaft of his prick, tasting the sweet meat. Betty puffed on the head, blowing her warm, erotic breath over it. He uttered a low groan of approval.
Only minutes before, his cock had emptied a load into her cunt. While his prick was hard, it would be some time before he came off again. He didn't want her to use her hands on his dick. Betty didn't want to either. It was, sort of, cheating. With a cock like his, she wanted to enjoy every delicious moment of sucking it off.
Her nose was close to the hairy bush that surrounded his large cock. A mixture of a musky odor and a masculine scent assailed her nostrils. The musky odor part of her come that dripped into his pubic hairs.
Betty's tongue licked his cock clean of their come. The heavy salty flavor was gone now. One of her fingers under his balls curved along the perineum. She passed the finger up into the crack. When she reached the sphincter, she rubbed the pad of her finger along the edge. Her finger pressed with a gentle firmness into the puckered asshole.
His hips jerked a little as she penetrated the tight hole. Her finger slipped into the moist anal canal. A quiver of excitement traveled along her spine. She found the digital contact an erotic stimulant to her own feelings.
She released his cock from its oral prison. Her tongue slid from the tip of his prick down to his balls in an unhurried sweep. Betty brushed her tongue over his balls. The masculine sweaty odor was stronger there. Her nostrils sniffed in the scent, letting the sensation excite her more.
Opening her mouth wide, she absorbed one of his balls. The absorbed nut was subjected to a series of soft sucks and nibbles. He groaned in erotic approval. His sensual animal-like groan and her oral contact sent a shudder of ecstatic rapture rumbling into her snatch. Betty tried to get the other ball into her mouth. She couldn't. Releasing the first fleshy agate, she concentrated on the second one.
Her lingual spatula licked the underside of his scrotum. The flattened blade of her tongue brushed the hair studded loose skin. Pushing his legs wider apart, Betty shifted underneath him. She rolled her tongue along the perineum and upward into the crack of his ass. Her body was twisted around as she concentrated on his ass.
He bent over slightly, reaching for her tits that were underneath his balls. His fingers massaged the rubbery erect nipples. She was surprised that this lascivious contact could arouse her passions so much. Betty thought only the stimulation of her erogenous parts could excite her. Her attempt to stimulate a male was almost as exciting.
She anticipated a slight fetid odor emanating from his asshole. There wasn't any which made her efforts more enjoyable. Her agile tongue rolled around the perimeter of the puckered hole. Betty lathered the hole with her saliva. The tip of her tongue tried to penetrate the tight aperture.
A licentious thought occurred to her. Her tongue was a cock. His asshole was a cunt. She was going to fuck his cunt! The concept aroused her passions more. Her lingual lance tried to penetrate the tight sphincter. Just a little bit of the tip reached inside the hole. Her tongue -rimmed the asshole in strong brushing strokes.
Within the forge of her twat, the lascivious embers of erotic desires smouldered. Betty didn't mind gratifying his sexual needs. She wanted her own desires satisfied. A free hand reached into her snatch. As she continued to lick his ass, she began to masturbate herself.
Betty moved back to the cocksman's prick. If she was going to make herself come, she wanted to have him come almost at the same time. She moved her mouth to the underside of his prick. Her lips closed over a portion of the fleshy shaft and drew it into her mouth. A soft gentle bite was inflicted upon the captured portion. At the same time, she gave it several flicking licks.
The routine was continued along the entire length of his cock. When she reached the head, her lips pursed. A slow, strong suck vacuumed the crown into her mouth. Her tongue rolled along the velvety head in lascivious caresses. Her clamped lips slid along his shaft, absorbing more of his prick. The flat blade of her tongue rolled about the imprisoned cock in a series of rapid strokes.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured in ecstatic rapture. Half in approval of the luscious cock in her mouth, ISO half for her thrusting fingers on her cunt.
She kept her fingers on her clitoris. Her fingers moved in a rapid frenzied cadence. Betty wanted to induce an orgasm as quickly as possible. In tempo with her thrusting fingers, Betty moved her tongue and lips over the imbedded cock.
Her tongue and lips moved with frantic urgency. She bobbed her head up and down. He caught the imperative mood of inducing the imminent orgasm. His hips jerked in strong coital thrusts, fucking her mouth. The increased pistoning of his cock warned her of the impending climax. Betty's fingers accelerated the tempo on her clitty.
The orgasm poured in a strong flow into her cuntal chambers. She uttered a moan of ecstatic rapture. "Mmmhhmmm!" It was a deep guttural growl, vibrating against his cock.
His cock made a final thrust. She managed to grab the shaft of his prick just in time to prevent her throat from being stabbed. Thick jets of milky white come geysered into her throat-a liquid tribute in payment for her capable efforts. Her curled fingers about his cock felt the strong contracting spasms. And the gradual forceful pulsations diminishing as he finished shooting his load!
Betty milked the last drop of come from his fleshy tube. She looked up at him expecting some acknowledgment of her oral skill. His eyes were shut, his face wreathed in an expression of rapturous bliss.
"Was that all right?" she asked.
He looked down and smiled. "We'd make a great team. My cock and your mouth! You're okay in my books!"
Betty took his remarks as a big compliment. She was certain that when she was married, her husband would get an accomplished marital partner.
Al had established some order for the succeeding buyers of her sexual charms. After Betty's artful exhibition, each one wanted to be blown. She wished some of them would fuck her. In a moment of wanton weakness, she had propositioned the cocksman. A good fuck for a good blow-job! Now, everyone wanted a blow-job!
She felt a protest was a waste of time. Instead, she went through the motions of sucking them off. Her mouth was getting tired. When Bob's turn came, she complained about the sore muscles of her jaws.
As Betty serviced each man, her movements were dull and flat. Like an automaton! Her salacious inclinations had abated after the initial session. Their cocks did not excite her. She couldn't arouse the tempestuous stirrings she felt earlier. Bob witnessed her actions and the responses of the other men. He accepted her declination to suck him off. Instead, he fucked her in the ass.
Betty assumed a bent over position, resting on the couch. Bob shoved his prick into her ass. She was thankful her ass was pliant enough to accept his rough penetration. There was no attempt on his part to be gentle. He parted the cheeks of her ass, fitted the cockhead to the hole, and shoved it in. She waited in patient indifference as he fucked her ass. The circumstances and atmosphere made it difficult for her to get aroused.
She was aware of the cock pumping in and out of her ass. Bob was pistoning his prick in rapid strokes. She anticipated a quick climax. He had not used any type of lubricant. His cock was subjected to a rough scraping as he fucked her. The friction would bring on a fast orgasm.
Within minutes, Bob's hot come spilled into the anal sheath that enclosed his prick. She waited until his climax dissipated. He pulled out his shrunken cock.
Betty started to straighten up. "Hold it!" Al said. He gave her a slight push on the back. "I'll have the same!" She turned back to the couch. A tired sigh escaped her lips. She hoped that was the last. As much as she liked sex, this session was tiring her.
Al repeated Bob's attack on her ass. The same rough entry! The same hurried strokes of an urgent need to slake his carnal desires! She maintained the same indifference. Al took a little longer than Bob. Her anal canal was moist from the previous fucking. There was more lubrication. But minutes later, Al's come mingled with the residue already in her rectum.
Betty's shoulders gave a slight shrug as a sigh of relief expired from her lips. At last, she had an opportunity to get some rest.
The rest was temporary. Three of them came back for seconds. Including her cocksman! The strain was too much for her. Betty found she had lost her desire for further sex. Her cocksman fucked her in the ass! Even contact with him failed to evoke any kind of a thrill.
Sex was good in moderation. She was deluged with it and it jaded her taste. Betty wished she could relax in a hot tub. Or lay down and grab some rest.
It was getting late and everyone left. Betty was alone with Al.
"Look!" she said. "You've had your fun! I haven't written a letter or called home since I've been away. My folks will be concerned. I'll have to get back. How about giving me the picture and tape and let me leave? It'll save us both a lot of trouble."
"You got something there!" he agreed. "Okay! You can go. Tonight, if you want to! But I'll hold on to the picture and tape. I have plans for you. I know where I can reach you. And believe me! I'll be in touch!"
She wanted to argue with him about the blackmail items. But he had offered her a partial freedom! He told her she could leave immediately if she wanted. The offer was sweet music to her ears. As tired as she was, she hurried to pack. Once away from Al, Betty would be in a safer environment. One where she could think more clearly!
Taking her suitcase, she hurried out of the cabin. She drove horn. In an hour or so, she would be back in North Adams. That relaxing bath was looking more welcomed than ever.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mrs. Emily Miller was the epitome of a wealthy socialite. She was forty-two but looked younger. She was involved in various charitable enterprises in the town of North Adams. Her carriage was one that exuded dignity. But like her daughter, Betty, Emily Miller had a sexual hang-up.
She loved young cock. Her husband, with his provincial prudish attitude, was unable to satisfy her sexual needs. Being fucked by her husband was a ritual. He would climb on top of her without any foreplay, then pump his hips in coital thrusts until he came. Thank her for her limited participation! Roll over and go to sleep!
This left Emily unfulfilled. She maintained the charade of a dutiful wife. She conducted herself with the socially accepted practices expected of her. But once a week, under a pretext of attending a literary tea, she went to Boston. Emily would stay overnight. She would pick up a younger man and return to her hotel room. There, the two would ball. Enough to last her for the following week.
In spite of her age, Mrs. Miller cut a very exciting figure. She managed to keep her weight down. Her tits were still firm and enticing. Her breasts were large hemispheres like large cantaloupes. They were spaced closed together with a deep cleft between them. With a dress on, Mrs. Miller's tits had the appearance of a pigeon's chest. A large puffed out swell!
Emily tried to exercise as much care in these excursions. If she ran into someone in Boston, she had a good excuse. She avoided, if she could, accompanying her pick-ups. They were given her room number and followed after she left.
On Fridays, Emily would leave for Boston. Stay overnight and return Saturday.
Arriving in Boston, Emily checked into a moderate hotel. A better hotel might result in meeting someone she wished to avoid. The bellman who brought her bag to the room was a youth of nineteen or twenty years. She gazed with longing at his crotch, debating whether to solicit him. He looked like the kind of stud who would be able to take care of her. Discretion made her change her mind.
After he left, Emily changed into her working clothes, a dress that accentuated every curve with a low cut revealing bodice. It was winter. Her fur coat would hide her provocative dress. She sprayed some expensive cologne on herself. She took a final check on her appearance in the mirror and went out to see what she could find.
Catching a cab, she drove to another part of Boston. Away from the hotel. Her precautions were constant. Each trip to Boston was a daring mission. For over a year, she had indulged in this pastime. Up until now, she escaped detection. She wanted it to remain that way.
She located a bar suitable for developing a tryst. Every time Emily went to Boston, the excitement mounted within her. Each time she prepared for a pick-up, the thrill became more intense. So intense was this intoxication that the crotch of her panties became damp. The stimulation from the anticipated affair made her come before she started.
Emily sat down in a booth, letting her eyes rove about the bar for a likely prospect. She was so engrossed that she was startled by the voice.
"Looking for anyone special? Or will I do?" the voice asked.
She looked up into the smiling face of a man about twenty-four or five. He had long black hair trimmed neatly in the current style. His eyes had a bemused look waiting for her reply. Emily gave him a sweeping studied look. Her eyes lingered on his crotch. He followed her gaze.
"Don't worry! It's there!" he said sitting down. "May I buy you a drink?" He signaled for a waiter without waiting for a reply. "What are you drinking?"
"Rum and Coke," she answered. She was getting strong vibes. She was already envisioning his strong eager cock pumping away in her cunt.
"I'm not worried about whether you have anything there," she continued the banter. "It's whether you know how to use it! It ain't what you do, it's the way you do it!"
He chuckled aloud. "I haven't had any complaints yet. By the way! My name is Richard. Call me Richard, Richie, but don't call me Dick or Dickie!"
She laughed. The conversation hinted at lewdness. She enjoyed that. It helped her lascivious feelings. The moisture between her thighs was increasing.
"Call me Madam X!" she replied. "I like to lend an air of mystery."
He nodded. "Okay!" The drinks arrived. He toasted her with a silent salute. Took a sip and continued. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not crude. Most women don't like uncouth individuals when it comes to sex. But is it going to be my place or yours?"
Emily tossed her head back and laughed. "You're certainly a man of few words. What makes you think I'm a pick-up?"
"You don't really want the details, do you?" he asked. "Let's just say you exude that impression! But you haven't answered my question. Your place or mine?"
"Mine!" she answered. "But I've never met anyone so bold. What would you have done if I had been offended by your remark?"
"Did you ever hear the joke about the guy who walks up to a girl and asks her if she wants to be fucked? She slaps his face and says, T bet you get your face slapped a lot!' And the guys answers, 'Yeh, and I also get laid a lot'. You didn't exactly slap my face when I propositioned you," he replied.
She gave him the name of the hotel and her room number. "Give me about twenty minutes when I leave. And don't disappoint me," she told him.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" he answered.
Emily wrapped her coat about her and hurried to get back to the hotel. She could feel her pulse racing. Her face was flushed. The cold afternoon air didn't bother her. Emily was warm, heated by the carnal fever burning inside of her. Richie was undressed, in her mind, his fleshy lance ready to strike her venereal target.
She hurried into the hotel, anxious to get to her room. By now, she expected him to be on his way to the hotel. Inside her room, she stripped off her clothing. Staring at her naked body in the mirror, Emily changed her mind. In her anxiety to get laid, she eliminated the exciting part. Being stripped by her lover! There would be some tender foreplay. This wasn't her husband coming to fuck her! This was a vibrant stud!
Emily strapped the bra back on. Added a pair of bikini panties. Slipped into a housecoat and called room service for a bottle of liquor and set-ups. Room service left five minutes before her lover arrived.
She ran to the door at the firm staccato knock. Before she challenged her caller, Emily knew it was Richie. At his response, she opened the door. He hurried inside and she closed the door, locking it.
Emily reached out and pulled him towards her. Their lips sealed in a tender kiss. She opened her mouth to dispatch her tongue into his. It collided gently against his waiting tongue. The two tongues entwined in a lingual embrace. Their mouths were welded together as they exchanged deep passionate kisses.
Her mouth grounded against his seeking to fill the hungry yearning she had. She pressed her pelvis into his crotch. Her pelvis squirmed in a tight sensuous undulation. The erogenous bulge was present. A low murmur of approval rumbled in her throat.
Richie was just as busy. One hand was clasped about her waist, above the croup. His other hand was occupied with the exploration of a tit. He. cupped the large melon-shaped tit and fondled it. They remained embraced in this pose for several minutes, their bodies swaying.
She guided him back toward the bed, their mouths still welded together. Her hand slid to the zipper on his fly. Emily inserted her hand past the gap in his pants. Her fingers closed over his hard-on. A tremor swept through her. The contact of young cocks always sent a voluptuous chill chasing up and down her spine. In seconds, his cock was freed from its confining space.
Her fingers examined the full hardness of his large prick. He pulled his lips away from her mouth.
"For crying out loud! Let me take my coat and clothes off!" he exclaimed. "I know you have hot pants, but let's get comfortable!"
She released her hold on him. Richie stood up and took off his clothes. Emily remained on the bed, studying his young virile body. The large stiff prick that protruded from between his thighs! How beautiful it was! Soon it would be inside of her!
Nude, Richie returned to the bed and they resumed the deep kissing. He slipped one hand between her thighs and began to massage her cunt with slow tantalizing strokes. Her hand returned to his vibrant cock. She gripped it and an ecstatic shiver made her body tremble in salacious expectation. She wished this moment could last forever.
Richie moved between her thighs ready to put his cock into play. Emily splayed her thighs as he guided his rampant rod into her eager snatch. A gasp of ecstatic bliss escaped her lips. "Harm!" The insertion of his prick created sensuous rumblings in her cunt. She felt that delicious cock filling up the inside of her vagina.
His cock was warm, soothing, comfortable, exciting! He pumped his prong in and out in leisured strokes. The pressure of his fleshy piston rubbing in her housing box was a comfortable friction. The sensation sent tickling tentacles spreading over her body.
"Take your time, Richie!" she whispered hoarsely. "I haven't had a lovely cock like yours in me for a long time. I want to enjoy every wonderful minute it's in me."
He bowed his head and their lips met. A violent outburst of passion enveloped her. Her head shifted from side to side as she twisted her mouth against his lips. Both of them emitted sensual moans of delight as their tongues tangoed in an erotic lingual dance.
Emily brought her thighs together, locking them with her ankles on top of his hips. It brought his spike deeper into her hot snatch. He reached behind him and unfastened her hold. Without removing his cock, Richie shifted one leg of hers at a time. With the change of position, Emily was almost bent in two. Her legs rested along his chest and on his shoulders. A squeal of pleasurable delight escaped her lips. She had never fucked in this position.
The change Richie made afforded a deeper penetration of her anxious cunt. His hips began a gradual rocking motion. His slow pistoning prong elated her, sending her into a state of voluptuous ecstasy. Her low moans kept beat to the tempo of his thrusting prick.
"Ohherrr, Ohherrr!" Her repeated moans were anguished expressions of erotic exhilaration.
Her head rocked from side to side as the carnal fever increased her libidinous delirium. She felt the delicious sensuality of his cock as it rubbed with increased vigor against the muscles of her aroused pussy. A warm glow was growing in her snatch. Any minute, she expected it to burst into a flaming climax.
Her thigh fitted into the crotch of his elbow. Both of his hands were free to squeeze her tits or fondle her ass. Richie squeezed a tit with one hand and caressed a buttock with another.
"Ahhrrr!" The sound was a prolonged groan of rapture. It came from the bowels of her cunt and rumbled in her throat. Between the ascending and descending cock in her twat and his tantalizing hands, Emily's sexual system was overloaded. Any moment, her fuse box would explode.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged him. Her voice was a hoarse urgent whisper. The bed began to squeak as Richie increased the rhythm of his penile strokes.
"Oh, that's good! What a delicious cock. It feels so good inside of me. Keep fucking! Harder!" she urged.
Emily's hands reached out and clutched a handful of sheet. Her clenched fists held the sheets tightly.
She tried to meet his thrusts with her own. The position she was in made pelvic motions limited. His heavy balls kept a gentle beat on her buttocks as they swung to and fro. Emily tried to grind her cunt against his cock by writhing her hips.
"Mmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmm!" she murmured in continued rapture.
Richie's breathing was heavy and exerted. "Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" he grunted as he plowed faster into her cunt.
Her eyes were shut tight in sensual appreciation. She sucked in her lower lip. As though biting on it would intensify the erotic churning that shook her body.
Emily continued to rock her head from side to side. Her ecstatic groans and sighs matched the cadence of Richie's pumping cock. He had brought new dimensions to her lascivious desires. This was a damn good fucking!
"Now, now, now!" she exclaimed, her voice urgent. "Oh, Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck me, faster, faster, darling! I want you to come at the same time," she exhorted him. "I want to ... Oh, oh! YAHHRRGRRrrr!"
Her last vocal outburst was a shout of tortured delight that died in a gradual throaty gurgle. At that moment, his voice announced the onset of his orgasm.
Emily felt the paroxysm of his pulsating tube filling her twat with his orgasmic potion. Her sensitive snatch felt the erotic throbbing contractions of his climax. Her cunt was filled with her own copious flow of come. Richie made a final coital plunge. She shivered in carnal delight as the heavy ejaculation spurted into her quim.
His prick was buried deep inside her body. His arms had her legs in a tight grip. He bowed his head against her stomach. Richie was in a state of sexual collapse, spent from the exertion!
Emily's body made a slow adjustment back to normalcy. Every nerve within her tingled. The sexual stimulation had brought her to a fever pitch.
The erotic excitement sensuality. She was returning to the plateau from where she had started her ascent.
When she recovered, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey! Remember me?" she asked. "That was some fuck! Let go of my legs so I can straight out!"
His soft prick slipped out of her hole. He released his hold on her and she moved her legs.
"You know what we need now to cool off?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeh! A good stiff drink! I see you anticipated our needs. Do you ant a drink also?"
She shook her head. "The liquor is for you. No! After you finish your drink, how would you like to take a shower with me? I'll show you a few things."
He gave her a surprised look as he poured a drink. "I'll bet you will! Okay, I'm game! What the hell! It should be interesting taking a shower with you."
Emily bounced off the bed. "Come on!"
She hurried to the bathroom. Her cunt started to sweat at the exciting prospect. Emily had performed this erotic act with others before. It never failed to bring on the desired results.
A shivering ripple slithered along her spine. It bounced up to her skull and shot back to her anxious quim. A gentle voluptuous vibration enveloped the walls of her cunt.
Emily reached out and adjusted the water temperature. She got into the tub and invited him in. Closing the shower sheet, she turned on the shower. The spray of tepid water struck Emily on the face and shoulders. It felt good! She had a sudden urge to piss. Turning her back to him, she let the piss out. During times like this, she was completely uninhibited.
"I'll do you first," she told Richie. "Then you can do me!" He nodded.
She took the washcloth, swirled it in the water, and gave it a heavy soaping. Emily started with his back. She scrubbed his shoulders, back, and legs. When she reached his buttocks, the cloth soaped the firm fleshy asscheeks. A soapy finger found its way into his asshole. Her finger began a slow frigging of his ass, adding to her licentious pleasure. This shower bit always made her horny!
Richie wriggled his ass while her finger massaged the tight hole. She shoved her finger as far as it could go. Removing the finger, she pushed him under the spray to wash off the suds.
"Is that all?" he asked.
"I've just begun. Don't be so impatient!" she answered.
Emily saved the best part for last. Washing the front of a man was always the best part.
Soaping up the washcloth again, she quickly lathered Richie's chest and stomach. The legs were passed over with a perfunctory soaping. Bending down in a crouch, her face was level with his rampant cock. It protruded from the center of his groin. Straight, thick, proud! What a beautiful piece of flesh! What a wonderful job it did fucking her cunt! Behind his prick hung the thick sac with the egg-shaped balls.
Her palm cupped his balls, fondling the fleshy stones. The cloth covered hand encompassed Richie's virile shaft. She pressed his cock under the head. The pressure on the shaft seemed to increase the size of his cockhead. Emily examined the ruby conical shaped head with the tiny slit in the center. The flesh was a deep reddish-pink covered with patches of soap suds. She admired the sight and feel of his delicious cock.
Her curled fist pumped up and down on his prong, exerting pressure and friction. As she stimulated him, a prickling sensation tingled inside her cunt. Emily was tempted to stuff his gorgeous cock into her eager quim, soap and all!
Richie bent his knees and rocked his hips in cadence with her stroking fist. His hands reached out and clasped her shoulders.
"Uhnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. "That's it! Faster, faster! Watch out! I'm going to shoot my load!"
Emily shifted a bit at the warning. Her hand felt the orgasmic spasm palpitating as his cock ejected the hot sperm. The first burst of come spurted out in an arc of about a foot. She felt his balls bounce in her palm with each forceful emission. The action reminded her of a field gun firing. After a burst, the barrel recoiled and then sprung forward, firing another shell of glutinous fluid. There was a gradual diminishing of his climax as it died down. "Milk it down!" he ordered.
Her fingers clamped down at the base of his prong and moved towards the corona of his prick. She could feel the rigidity of his hard-on disappearing. She pressed upward, forcing out the residue of his come from the urethra. There was a thick drop of come oozing out of the tiny slit. The washcloth passed over it, wiping it away.
"I'll have to take more showers with women," he said. "That was something else!"
"Now, it's your turn," she told him. She handed him the washcloth. "I'm counting on you to do a good job."
"Don't worry!" he replied. "You won't have any complaints!"
He started with her back. She felt the soapy rough washcloth scrub her back and shoulders. It moved towards the small of her back just above the croup. Richie passed over the rounded slopes of her buttocks in a casual sweep. He soaped her thighs and legs. Returning to her ass, he scrubbed the ass cheeks and the puckered brownish hole.
When he touched the sphincter of her ass, the muscles in Emily's buttocks twitched. The asscheeks closed protectively for a moment and then relaxed. He bunched the cloth up and rubbed it along the ass crack.
This washing ritual always excited Emily. Her cunt became moist. It wasn't from the water cascading from her tits. Richie pushed her into the path of the shower spray to wash off the soapy scum.
She turned around, watching him as he soaped the cloth again. The spray from the shower struck him on the head and bounced off into her face. Her eyelids closed partially to prevent the water from going into her eyes.
He lathered her fully rounded tits. Each round globe of flesh received his special attention. Her tits were rubbed, squeezed, and fondled as the thick lather covered them. When he covered the ruby discs and scrubbed the nipples, Emily felt a warm glow stirring in the seething insides of her vulva.
A lance of excitement rolled from her spine into the erogenous cavity between her thighs.
She could feel the lascivious flush of carnal expectations heating her cuntal walls. This whole scene was a thrilling experience. Every facet of this sex play was exciting! Emily couldn't imagine her husband indulging in this kind of sex.
The soapy cloth slid over her rib cage and down the slight swell of her stomach. It hovered briefly over the bushy mound of hair. Then the sudsy cloth rolled over her flared hips. Richie lathered her thighs, inside and out. He scrubbed her calves and shins.
Emily was ecstatic over this bathing ceremony. She sensed he was deliberately avoiding the washing of her cunt until later. Her pelvis gave an involuntary jerk as the washcloth passed along the slit in her pussy. Richie was playing with her. The cloth moved downward along the crack towards her ass.
He moved back again to her pudenda. She tingled as the rough cloth scraped the sensitive membranes of her vulva. The friction stimulated the nerve endings in her vagina causing her to murmur soft moans of pleasure.
When Richie shifted to her clitoris, the thrilling shock waves made her grow weak. Emily's knees buckled, giving way a little. She reached out, grabbing his shoulders for support.
"Ohhhrrr!" she groaned. "More, more! That feels good, Richie! Faster, faster! I'm coming! I ... uhhrrr ... I'm coming! I've never come this fast!"
His cloth covered hand slid back and forth in rapid strokes over her sensitive button of flesh in response to her urgings. She could feel the friction heating up her clitoris. It intensified the voluptuous passions that triggered her orgasms.
Her cunt was sensually on fire. The exquisite delirium of the orgasm was the alarm bell ringing. Her system released the heavy saturation of come juices to put out the fire. Every nerve within her tingled.
Richie held her body with one hand while he continued to rub her cunt in rapid strokes.
"Ohhh! No more, Richie, honey! No more! That's enough!" she groaned in sexual gratification. The shower was just as exciting as the fucking.
He shoved her under the shower, letting the water remove the lather. Also, to cool off the sensual ardor that engulfed her. The force of the water struck her body. Her system adjusted to the change. The violent force of the orgasm dissipated. She was back to normal again. But Emily had the memory of the exhilarating thrill.
"Well, what's left for an encore?" he asked.
"How about a little sixty-nine action?" she offered. "That's always good for some excitement!"
"You may be ready to be eaten, but not me," he replied. "I have to recharge my batteries. By the way, speaking of eating, how about some supper? I'm getting hungry."
"All right!" she agreed. "Tell me what you want and I'll have room service bring it up. Can't afford to waste time getting dressed, going out, coming back and getting undressed. And while we're waiting for our supper to be delivered, we can practice a little. Okay?"
He sighed in mild exasperation. "You know! Some guys pay good money for action like this. I'm glad this isn't costing me anything."
She reached for his dormant prick. A sly smile played across her lips as she winked. "The day's still young yet. It may cost you more than you think!"
He groaned at the implication. Emily Miller was a human sex dynamo.
CHAPTER NINE
Truth is stranger than fiction and fate, at times, has a distorted sense of humor. The week after Betty's vacation, she received a call from Al. He insisted on her coming to Boston, or else he would come to North Adams.
Betty suspected what he had in mind for her. She agreed to come to Boston. Her experience with a "gang-bang" made her abhor sex. Yet, a repeat performance with someone like the cocksman would make the trip worthwhile.
Fate's intercessions in the way of a practical joke was having Mrs. Miller come to Boston at the same time. Betty met Al in the lobby of the appointed hotel. As they stood talking, Mrs. Miller entered. Their meeting surprised both of them.
Betty wished the encounter could be avoided. She was in the embarrassing position of having to introduce Al. Her mother, on the other hand, had a contrived legitimate excuse for being in Boston. Her daughter's appearance with an older man intrigued her. So did the man! There was a sensual aura about him. Her ego speculated on whether she could take this man away from her daughter.
Emily approached them, forcing Betty to introduce Al. "Why! Betty! What are you doing here? And who is this nice looking gentleman?"
"My name is Al!" he introduced himself without waiting for Betty. "I didn't know Betty had such a charming friend here in Boston!"
Emily gave a nervous laugh. "Thank you for the compliment. But I'm Betty's mother! Can't you tell?"
"You could've fooled me!" Al replied. "Anyhow, it's nice to meet you. We were going into the bar to have a drink. How about joining us, Mrs. Miller?"
Betty protested, stating her mother's previous engagement. Emily, her ego goading her to attempt a seduction of Al, countered that she had plenty of time. As soon as she registered, she would be happy to join them.
In the bar, seated in a booth, Al passed a copy of Betty's picture to Mrs. Miller. Betty tried to snatch the picture away. Mrs. Miller looked shocked at the picture. Secretly, she was more certain she could effect a sexual liaison with Al.
Emily pretended disapprobation. Her face twisted in a disappointed frown. "Betty! How could you pose for such a ... a disgusting picture?"
"It was easy!" Al answered. "Your daughter loves sex. I figure the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'll bet you're a swinger also."
There was something crude and cruel about this man. Emily was attracted to him. She suspected what he had in mind. The implications excited her. Her blood started to race with her increased metabolism. An itch started in her cunt. What a beautiful set-up! She could have her cake and eat it too.
He was going to force her to fuck for him to save her daughter's honor! She would sacrifice her own honor. It would be with distasteful reluctance. In the meantime, her objection would be accomplished.
The charade was like a rehearsed script. He made his proposition, Betty argued in vehement protest, and Emily surrendered.
"There's nothing we can do about it, Betty!" she told her daughter. "We can't afford the bad publicity. Perhaps, afterwards, we can work something out." She turned to Al. With proud disdain, she said, "Let's get this over with! The sooner we can get rid of you, the better."
The three rode up to a room of the fourth floor.
At one of the doors, Al knocked with a previously arranged signal. The door opened, admitting them into a room with two other men.
Emily's heart pounded with a rapid beat. Three men! She saw three human stallions! Three studs with eager cocks to staisfy her anxious twat. And the two men in the room were just as anxious!
Emily and Betty were ordered to strip down. Betty stripped off her clothes. Her mother demurred. "I don't think I like this, Al. I didn't expect to prostitute myself this way."
She was becoming very dramatic about this affair. Emily found the excitement mounting. The crotch of her panties were getting wetter. The more she was forced to co-operate, the more thrilling it became.
Al played the tape of her daughter's plea to be fucked. Betty was humiliated by his actions. She stood with her face bowed, ashamed to look at anyone. The threat was obvious. Emily removed her clothing.
A pair of leather manacles were snapped onto Emily's wrists. "What ... what are these for?" she questioned in a frightened wavering voice.
"We're gonna initiate you like your daughter," Al replied. "Want to make sure you get the message." She was pulled to the bed. Her legs were fastened with leather shackles and then locked in a splayed fashion onto the bed. A rope was fastened to the hand manacles and tied to the head rest. Her arms above her head.
Al turned to the two men. "I'm going to warm this broad up for you. Watch this!"
Betty watched with the others as Al took out his horse-shoe shaped dildo. He fitted one end into Emily's twat. As he fitted the other end into her ass, she protested.
"No, no! Not in the ass! Please, I've never had anything in my ass!" Emily pleaded.
"Don't worry! After this session, you'll love it!" he told her.
Her hips wriggled and squirmed as he forced the dildo into her tight asshole. A series of pained protests poured from her lips.
"No! No! Oh! Oh! That hurts! Oooo! Oooo! It's tearing the sphincter! No! No! Oh! Oh! Take it out! Please take it out! I can't stand it!" Emily complained.
Betty moved forward to help her mother. Her eyes were filled with tears! She grabbed Al's arm. "Leave my mother alone! Do it to me! Do anything you want with me! But leave my mother alone!"
His reply was a sharp slap across the face. "Stop the act! You know it ain't killing her! Remember how you loved it! Don't worry! In a few seconds, she'll be singing a different song!"
Emily appreciated her daughter's attempt to interfere. The fake cock in her cunt wasn't bad. She enjoyed the tight fit. It felt like a healthy-sized prick. The damn impaction in her ass bothered her. It reminded her of an oversized enema. Made her want to shit! Also, the insertion was a bit rough. The son of a bitch could have applied some kind of lubricant to make it go in easier.
Al reached for the switch and the twin dildos hummed into action. The vibrations were unexpected. Emily's body jerked as the dull tingling drilled into the erogenous muscles of her cunt and ass.
She was beside herself with ecstatic bliss. Her body twitched as the tingling sensation filled her two holes. The prickling stinging feeling seeped through the tissues of her ass and cunt. It filled the erogenous caverns. The thick wall of muscle that separated her ass from her cunt was bombarded with the vibrating tingles.
Emily's body was afire with electrifying thrills. No kind of fucking could induce the carnal intoxication she was experiencing.
"Oh, that feels sooooo good!" she moaned in ecstatic approval. "Mmmm!" she murmured in sensual appreciation.
She felt the prickling sensation spreading into her buttocks and thighs. Her entire lower trunk was a mass of divinely excruciating tingles. Emily tumbled her hips and moved her pelvis in erratic gyrations.
Emily was no longer concerned about the discomfort of the dildo in her ass. She was too busy enjoying the exciting vibrations ravishing her ass and snatch. Every delirious moment of it!
The salacious stimulation started her venereal cauldron bubbling. Inside her loins, an orgasm was brewing. She was filled with rapture as the turbulent churning intensified.
"More, more!" she cried in eager desire. "Fuck my cunt with that cock! I'm going to come! Any minute now! Oh, oh! I'm coming, I'm coming! It's shooting inside of me like crazy! It won't stop! Shut the motor off! No more, no more! I can't take any more! No, no! Wait! Wait! I'm ... coming again. Here ... it ... COMMESSS! OHHHRRRR!"
The anguished cry of ecstatic rapture gurgled in her throat. During the series of voluptuous orgasms that exploded within her, Emily made limited frenzied coital thrusts. Bound to the bed, she was limited in movement. Her body thrashed in urgent need to quell the sensuous rampage within her. She doubted if she could take any more of this exquisite torture. This carnal stimulation that intoxicated her venereal senses! A licentious delirium that gratified her lustful desires!
Emily groaned in a weak voice. "No more, no more! Please shut it off."
Al turned off the vibrations and removed them.
The vibrating tingling sensations were still present. No cock ever devastated her as this artificial prick had. She doubted if she would ever be the same again.
"Are you ready to cooperate or do I give you another treatment?" Al threatened.
"Yes, yes!" she conceded. Her voice was a weak reply, eager to co-operate. She couldn't stand another session.
The bonds were removed. Emily sank back against the mattress, physically and emotionally spent. She and Betty were ordered to blow the two men.
Betty hurried to her mother, concerned. Al shoved her away, ordering her to concentrate on her partner. The men were stretched out on the bed, their legs dangling over the edge. Both women knelt between the thighs of the men waiting to be serviced.
The men raised their legs, resting them on the women's shoulders.
Emily's ass and cunt still tingled with a dull throb. The effects of the vibrators were still present. A new perverse thought excited her. Aroused her lustful nature! She was competing with her daughter in a kind of sexual contest. Emily was willing to bet she could suck cock better than Betty. Or fuck better! Just being in the same room, having sex with these strangers, was a challenge.
Pursing her lips, Emily drew the cockhead to her mouth. With a slow steady suck, she pulled the prick into her oral cavity. Like sipping on a straw, she drew the hard-on into her mouth in a gradual steady pull. Her cheeks collapsed as she vacuumed the prong inward. Using the same pressure, she reversed the procedure and blew the cock out.
Her lips were clamped about the shaft. As the imprisoned cock moved out, Emily maintained her oral grip. By alternating the suction and pressure, she created an artificial coital condition.
She cocked her head a little to one side to see how her daughter was doing. Betty had her hand on the man's prick. She was sucking his cock and pumping the shaft at the same time.
Emily smiled to herself. There was no style to this kind of a blow-job. It was a kind of wet jerk-off! She was competing with her daughter and determined to beat her. Emily concentrated on urging an orgasm from the cock in her mouth. It was a delicious full prick, succulent; one she wished was pumping into her cunt rather than her mouth.
Her lips encompassed the prick in a tight grip. Her lips sheathed her teeth which clamped down on the imprisoned cock. She felt a lascivious turbulence as her lips slithered across the length of the absorbed dong. Emily's oral manipulations repelled and attracted the cock. It continued to glide in and out between her lips.
The man Betty was sucking off had started to bounce in frantic coital thrusts. The bed shook from his movements. Emily smiled. The guy was shooting his load into her daughter's mouth while she was working on her man. Emily considered her ability superior to Betty's.
She continued to tease the fleshy pole in her mouth with tantalizing licks and sucks. Too bad her husband didn't appreciate sex like she did! They could have some balling sessions! Emily enjoyed sucking cock! She'd even suck her husband's dick given the opportunity. But he never gave her the chance to enjoy any kind of sex!
And sucking these cocks or being fucked during these clandestine affairs made it more exciting! There was something deliciously naughty about it! And the cocks were equally delicious! In the mouth or pumping away in her cunt!
Emily slipped her hands under the man's buttocks. She parted the globes of flesh. Her middle fingers stretched out towards the puckered hole. She pushed one finger into the guy's ass. Using a deliberate rotating motion, Emily frigged him while her mouth maintained its oral magic.
The man rolled his hips in a slow circular fashion, grinding his hole down on her finger.
There was movement on the bed. Emily tilted her head to see what was happening. Al replaced the other man and Betty was sucking him off.
"Suck me off the way your mother's doing!" Al ordered. "None of those quickie hand jobs!"
Al's statement pleased Emily. He recognized oral talent. There was an art to sucking cock! It was all in the nuances inflicted on the prick with tongue, mouth, and lips. In her many licentious liaisons, Emily developed an exciting style. Exciting to Emily as well as her sex partner.
"Mmmmmm!" she crooned in salacious stimulation. Her murmur of approval indicated her enjoyment of the act. It also helped to further stimulate the sensuous ecstasy of the man she was blowing.
Her mouth continued to massage the imbedded prick with firm lingual strokes. The cock in her mouth increased its pistoning tempo. She knew, within seconds, a hot load of juicy come would be spilling into her mouth.
Emily's finger pumped faster in the asshole. A strong pulsation beat under the rectal muscle. It heralded the copious orgasmic eruption a split second before it came pouring out.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured as the salty cream-like aliment spurted into her throat.
She loved the feel of hot come shooting into her. It didn't matter whether it shot into her cunt or mouth. What mattered was the ultimate voluptuous responses to a climax. Emily preferred experiencing a climax at the same time. But a prick spilling out its lovely jism in her mouth was just as exciting.
Emily was an accomplished cocksucker. The glutinous fluid spilled into her throat without any ill effects. She swallowed it, relishing every drop. Her compressed lips milked out the last drop of come. The hard shaft of flesh softened. Her mouth was aware of the lessening stiffness. She opened her mouth to release the flaccid cock.
The first man, sucked off by Betty, had regained his sexual strength. Revitalized by the brief respite, excited by Emily's exhibition of cock-sucking, he was ready for another sortie.
Remembering Emily's plea about a virgin asshole, he insisted on fucking her ass. Emily lodged a weak protest. It was ignored.
'At least use some kind of lubrications!" she insisted. "Show me some consideration!"
The man pushed her onto the bed and shoved his cock into her twat. He made several coital thrusts. Emily's cunt began to sweat. The cock was withdrawn. Emily was given a rough shove to turn her over on her stomach.
Her buttocks were parted. The bullet-nosed cockhead was pressed against the tight puckered hole. He grabbed her hips for purchase. With a slow steady push, his cock insinuated its presence inside the rectal sheath. Emily felt it pressing inward. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp of discomfort as his cock was imbedded deep inside her hole. His entire prick disappeared.
For a while, Emily experienced minor distress from the solid impaction. However, the effects wore off as he started the slow coital movements. Acclimated to the fleshy packing in her ass, Emily moved in tandem with her partners.
No one expected the next scene! Least of all, Emily! The door flew open. Three men entered the room, two with guns drawn!
Betty was just as startled as her mother. The presence of the two men with guns wasn't as startling as the identity of the third man.
Walter Miller, father, husband, bank president, pillar of society, and wrathful avenger stood inside the room.
"Father!" Betty gasped.
"Walter!" Emily cried out in alarm. "It's not what you think! That man!" she pointed at Al, "has been blackmailing Betty. He forced me to degrade myself this way!"
"Shut up!" Walter ordered. His voice quivered with restrained anger. He turned to one of the men with guns. "Check them out!"
Al's clients stood frightened by the invaders. "Honest! We didn't do anything. Al set this whole thing up! We don't even want our money back.
Just let us out of here!"
The man designated by Walter to check the men out examined their wallets for identification. After making some notes, he tossed their clothes and wallets at them. "Okay! Get your asses out of here!" he ordered. "And forget you know any of us! We know who you are. The best way for you two to stay healthy is go home and watch T.V. And remember! Don't call the cops! Or we'll call you!"
"How ... how did you find us?" Emily asked, hoping she wouldn't hear the answer she expected.
"I've had these private detectives following you for the past two months," he answered. His voice was dull, flat! He turned to his daughter. "And you! I never expected you to be a whore like your mother! Or were you two working in concert? Answer me!" he shouted.
Betty began to cry. In between sobs, she explained in halting phrases. "You ... you don't understand, father! He ... he ... was blackmailing ... mm-me! M-m-mother ... tried ... to help me out!"
"That's a lie!" Al protested. "Both of them wanted to get laid. Here! Look!" He produced the picture, hoping the damaging evidence might alter the situation. His eyes shifted from Walter to the two men with the guns, then back to Walter. Fear was etched on Al's face.
Walter Miller took the picture and tore it up without looking at it! "I won't dignify the situation by looking at your obscene work."
"You gotta believe me!" Al whined in desperation. "I even have a tape recording. Proof, proof!" He hurried to present the tape.
Walter Miller turned to one of the men. "Do you know how to erase one of these things?"
The detective nodded. He took the recorder and turned to knob to erase the tape. Miller turned back to Al. "Is there anything else you'd like to introduce as evidence?" he asked.
"What are you doing?" Al exclaimed, his voice almost hysterical. He stared at Walter, realizing the implication. "No, no! I'm sorry about the whole thing. Can't we just forget the whole thing?"
Walter turned to his family. "I wish you women would get dressed. You're positively indecent! And when we get home, we'll finish resolving this matter."
Emily and Betty quickly dressed. The evening had been a complete disaster. Neither one relished the thought of the later date with Walter Miller. His wrath was somewhat subdued in the hotel room. In the privacy of their home, they would incur the full brunt of his fury.
"Thank you for corrupting my daughter and wife," Walter told Al. "Too bad, we won't have occasion to see you again. I'm sure you understand."
Walter Miller escorted the women towards the door. He paused just as they were going out. He hesitated.
"I almost forgot! I always pay my debts. I want to take care of my obligation to you for your efforts." He nodded to the two detectives.
"No, no!" Al protested. "Don't, don't!"
Walter Miller closed the door to muffle the sound of Al's cries and the noise of a beating. He turned to the women. "Let's go home! I have a few things that need to be settled!"
"But, father...!" Betty started to protest.
He slapped her on the ass. She had her coat off. The blow stung her buttocks.
"Don't but me!" he snapped. "What you and your mother need is a good old-fashioned tanning of your backsides! And I intend to do just that before the evening's over. Now, shut up! I don't want a single word out of either of you."
Betty didn't like the idea of being spanked at her age. To Emily, the threat appealed to her. The thought of sexual contact with her husband kindled a lascivious spark in her. At last, he was going to do something other than the usual dull fucking! The prospect exhilarated her. Her cunt began to salivate. She was looking forward to that spanking!
CHAPTER TEN
Betty drove home in her car. Her parents drove in her mother's car. The threat of having her ass spanked bothered her. She was twenty-two years old. By now, exposing a naked body to another man didn't bother Betty. But having her bare ass exposed to her father's view made her feel uneasy. She hoped it was just an idle threat.
She arrived home before her parents. Betty went to her room and waited for them to get there.
The sound of a car driving up announced their arrival. She heard them come into the house. There was no conversation. They came up to her room and walked in.
"All right!" Walter Miller declared. "Get your clothes off! Right now!"
Howls of protest came from both women. It was indecent for a daughter to be nude before her father! It was incestuous! It was humiliating!
He listened to the barrage for a short while. Walter stood in the room showing quiet patience.
"No more conversation!" he interrupted. "After what my daughter's done, I can't see how she can be humiliated. Imagine how indecent it would be if I had viewed that picture or listened to the tape. As far as incest is concerned, at least it will be an improvement over the caliber of her previous consorts." His voice became more stern. "I want both of you to take off your clothes immediately without any more talk. Take the punishment you deserve!"
While Betty was reluctant to co-operate, Emily was having flashes of salacious inclinations. She hadn't had this feeling for her husband for some time. Emily knew the threat of punishment meant some pain. It also had sensual overtones.
The two women stood naked, waiting for his next move. Walter sat down on the bed. "Come here!" he beckoned Betty. She approached him with reluctant steps. "Daddy, please don't do this to me!" she pleaded.
"Over my knees!" he ordered.
She draped herself across his knees. As Emily watched in fascination, she felt her cunt getting damp. To Emily, the spanking represented a kind of sex act. She had never witnessed others having sex. Her experience with sex were acts involving just herself.
Walter's hand rose and fell sharply across Betty's buttock. SMACK! The sound of flesh striking flesh sent thrilling shivers cascading down Emily's spine. She wondered if her husband would do any more than spank them.
"OUCH! That hurts!" Betty exclaimed. Her body jerked on her father's lap. She tried to twist free. Walter's left hand was curled about her waist, keeping her pinned to his lap.
She felt the hot sting of the blow. Her father struck two more hard blows. SMACK! SMACK! Betty's body flinched and squirmed under his grip. Tears came to her eyes. Tears of pain and humiliation. Her ass was enflamed from the burning smacks. The tender white skin of her buttocks were a deep red.
Another slap on her fiery ass made her cry out again. "OUCH! No more, Daddy! Please stop! I'll behave! I'll do anything you want!"
As her body rubbed across her father's thighs, Betty discovered an exciting revelation. Her clitoris rubbed against the coarse material of his trousers. An electric spark ignited a lustful glow in her loins. She ground her cunt against his leg.
When the fifth blow struck her ass, she rubbed her snatch harder against his leg. The incandescent fire in her twat made her pussy sweat. Betty felt the juices lubricating her snatch. The thrilling contact of her quim rubbing his leg made the spanking bearable.
Walter struck her ass a sixth time and released her. Betty stood up, still crying. Gingerly, she touched the reddened buttocks. She pretended that she was still hurt. Betty wished he had continued a little bit more. Through tear-filled eyes, she looked at her father. Her eyes shifted to his crotch. There was no mistaking the bulge there.
He stood up and removed his trousers. His prick made an insouciant appearance. His hard-on poked its head out from the fly of his boxer shorts.
The women gasped. "Walter! You're exposing yourself to your daughter! How could you?" Emily shouted at him.
Emily never thought the sight of husband's prick could arouse her lustful desires. Yet, there was his protruding erection! There was no mistaking the thrilling feeling that flowed through her blood.
"Shut up! Both of you!" he ordered. "Now, my dear daughter, since you're inclined to give your body so freely to others, you won't mind satisfying your father a little! To put it bluntly! I'm going to fuck you in the ass! It's against my principles to fuck you in the cunt. Get over here and bend over!"
Betty couldn't believe this was her father speaking. This was some kind of a crazy dream! But the spanking had evoked a licentious urge! She knew it was wrong to fuck with her father. The temptation was too strong to resist. Betty considered the morality of the question. A sudden mental barrier went up, shutting out her conscience. She had a strong desire to have a cock in her.
Betty turned around, doubled over, presenting her crimson buttocks to her father. He went to her dresser and took a jar of cold cream. Two fingers scooped some of the lubricant out.
With one of his fingers lubricating her hole, Betty found the contact increasing her sexual desire. Walter removed his finger. The excess cream was smeared on his cock. The initial contact of the cock pressing into the tight sphincter sent an ecstatic shiver shooting along her spine.
It wasn't so much the erogenous union that excited Betty as the fact that it was her father. His prick slid along her anal canal. The full length of his prong was imbedded up to the hilt in her asshole. She felt the material of his underwear against the skin of her still stinging rump. Walter had taken off his clothes except for his underwear.
He held her hips as he plunged his cock deep into the confined hole. A voluptuous shiver made her tremble with delight. The impaction in her ass wasn't punishment! It was a carnal pleasure! She delighted in the venereal bond linking them together now.
Emily stood watching, enraptured by the scene. Her husband was fucking their daughter! And not in the usual way! Her eyes stared, fascinated, at his prick imbedded in the small, tight asshole.
She was intrigued by the appearance of the asshole. It surprised her how elastic the sphincter was. The lips of the asshole stretched to accommodate her husband's large cock. Emily saw the start of her daughter's cunt just beyond the dilated anus. The shaved cunt also fascinated her. Its appearance was an obscene wanton one. She liked it. Emily decided she would also shave her snatch.
The scene of father buggering daughter aroused Emily. She wanted to pull them apart and substitute her ass in Betty's place. It filled her with a lustful craving that had to be satisfied. The sensual sphincter evoked mixed salacious feelings. Watching her husband fuck Betty was very thrilling. Watching made her desire to participate one way or another.
Emily's hands drifted down to her cunt. She splayed her legs, bending them slightly. Her fingers dipped into the erogenous slit, titillating her senses. A slight feeling of intoxication seeped into her. She pushed one finger into her cunt hole and frigged in cadence with her husband's coital thrusts. She followed his penile movements as it slid in and out of Betty's ass in measured strokes. Emily kept cadence with him.
The fingers of her other hand captured her clitoris. Emily rubbed the engorged papule, intensifying the voluptuousness of her rapture. She closed her eyes, savoring the intoxicating pleasure of her tantalizing fingers. Her mouth opened as she sucked in draughts of air.
"Ahhrrrr! Ahhhrrrr!" Emily groaned in ecstatic delirium. "Mmmm! Mmmm!" she murmured. The tactile stimulation increased her sensual ardor.
She opened her eyes to continue the observation of her husband in action. Betty and Walter appeared to be totally involved and loving every minute of it.
Emily felt the orgasmic palpitations growing stronger. Her fingers paused for a moment, interrupting the impending climax. She wanted to come at the same time as her husband. She was trying to create a vicarious transformation. Walter and she would climax at the same time. In her mind, Betty's place would be taken over by Emily.
Walter's shuttling cock continued to excite Emily. His stamina surprised her. She didn't expect him to maintain such a prolonged fuck. Her fingers resumed the tantalizing movements on her snatch. Walter's ass was moving back and forth at a faster tempo. Soon, he would be shooting his wad into Betty's sass. Emily wanted to be ready! At the physiological moment, her own orgasm would be spending at the same time. Her fingers massaged her cunt and clitoris at a faster pace. Any moment, the flow of juices would start!
The presence of her father's prick moving in and out of her anal sheath filled Betty with a feeling of carnal well-being. She had experienced other cocks in her ass. Some had excited her, like the cocksman! This was something else! A new dimension had been added to her salacious ecstasy. Her father's cock was plowing her anal fields!
His cock scraping along the rectal muscles caused sparks of carnal thrills to ignite in her quim. She wished his prick was pumping inside her damp coosy. Betty moved a hand to her naked twat. Her fingers teased the erogenous clitty and slipped into the wet folds of reddish flesh. The erotic contact heightened the ecstatic delirium she enjoyed. She closed her eyes in dreamy bliss.
Emily's sighs of sensual exhilaration caused Betty to open her eyes. Tilting her head, she caught sight of her mother masturbating herself. The erotic scene stimulated Betty more. She rubbed her clitty harder and faster.
The rhythm of her father's penile thrusts accelerated. Any moment now, his hot jism would burst into the confined space of her asshole. Betty wanted to come at the same time.
She wriggled her ass in an erratic rotating sequence. Her hips rocked to and fro, keeping pace with the tempo of his pistoning cock. The two joined bodies moved in frenzied coital movement. Walter made his final shove. It was a hard deep thrust as the first spasms contracted and expanded in his fleshy tube.
The viscous globs of come spattered onto the sensitive anal muscles. Betty was aware of the continued spurts of semen flowing into her asshole. She thrilled as the orgasmic spasms pulsated against her sphincter.
Her fingers maintained a frenzied tattoo of erotic rubbing on her cunt. Seconds after her father's climax, the voluptuous thrill of her orgasm spilled into her twat.
"Ohhhrrr! That feels so good!" Betty exclaimed in ecstatic approval. Her voice was a low groan.
Emily also spent in heavy flooding. Her tactile manipulation sent erogenous vibrations into her pussy. A ripple of sensual pulsations radiated from her snatch through the pit of her stomach. She felt the climactic contractions clutching at her entrails. An intense exquisite feeling of erotic rapture accompanied the deep orgasmic spasms.
Masturbating herself was something Emily hadn't done for some time. She was still able to evoke an intense erotic reaction from it. The sight of her husband coming into Betty's ass; watching Betty masturbate herself; her own erogenous stimulation; all these were too much for Emily.
She collapsed to the floor. Still conscious but drained from the emotional strain, Emily waited for her turn.
She was in heat! Emily couldn't wait for her husband to attack her. The prospect of having a gratifying sex session with him was very exciting.
Walter Miller withdrew his prick from its venereal resting place. Betty turned around after straightening up. She gazed with affection at his flaccid cock. It had serviced her well.
"Lie down on the bed on your stomach!" Walter ordered his wife.
The nape of Emily's neck prickled with goose-bumps that erupted all over her body. A licentious chill quivered along her spine. It bounced into her quim causing it to tingle with carnal expectations.
She was prone on the bed. Walter sat down on the small of her back. Her full rounded buttocks were vulnerable, exposed to any attack. Walter's hands slid along the pads of her ass. Emily shivered with erotic delight at the touch of his hands. The tactile exploration was a gentle caress. The lull before the storm! Emily waited for the spanking to begin. Her cunt was drooling in eager anticipation.
Walter's hands moved away from her ass. She braced herself for the expected blow. The asscheek muscles tensed. SMACK! The first slap struck the left buttock! SMACK! The second blow followed right after it, striking the right side of her ass!
She was determined not to cry out. The blows stung, bringing tears of pain to her eyes. Her ass felt like hot coals were poured on it. Emily felt a blanket of pain covering her entire ass. A burning stinging pain that reached deep below the surface of her buttocks. SMACK! SMACK! Two more blows were delivered with a smart slap.
Her hips bucked from the blows. Her body twitched to alleviate some of the fierce pain. Walter's body sat firmly above her croup. He had pinned against the mattress unable to free herself. She was at his mercy. His hands continued to rain sharp slaps against her fiery red flesh.
Emily wasn't sure whether he had struck six or eight times. The searing ache in her buttocks was unbearable. At the same time, a compensating sensation materialized in her cunt. She felt the mild erotic tingles. Her quim was damp with erogenous sweat.
SMACK! Another blow struck the sensitive asscheek. "No more, please, Walter, no more!" she cried out in agony.
The spanking had served its purpose. It had aroused her, making her desire immediate sexual congress. The ass beating evoked strong carnal urges. Emily knew her husband would take her soon! In the ass, in the cunt! It didn't matter! For the first time in a long time, the Millers would both enjoy the pleasure of a fuck.
Walter removed himself from her back. "Get off the bed!" he ordered.
Emily got off the bed with some effort. Her ass burned something fierce! The heating emanating from it spread to the small of her back. She also felt it in the upper "portion of her thighs. Her memory could not recall ever receiving such a beating. She grimaced from the pain.
Walter was seated on the edge of the bed. "Suck me off!" he demanded.
Witnessing her mother get spanked maintained the erotic spark in Betty's quim. She never thought being a spectator to a sex act could arouse her this way. The thrill her mother experienced was appreciated by Betty. The pain was a secondary factor. It was the exquisite rapture connected with the venereal aspect that was thrilling.
Betty watched her mother kneel between her father's legs. Emily was having a little difficulty getting down on her knees. Her face twisted with pain from the effort.
She watched Emily bow her head. Her hand cupped Walter's balls. His dormant cock stuck out from the balls like a miniature bomb. Emily's mouth opened in a wide O and vacuumed in the shrunken prick.
With practiced skill, Emily's mouth induced an immediate hard-on. Walter's prong grew into a hard shaft of flesh. Betty watched her mother's lips lavish lascivious sucks on Walter's dick. Betty wished her father had made her suck him off instead of fucking her in the ass. The sight of her parents having sex agitated her. She felt a turmoil of passion provoking her.
Betty couldn't stand the lascivious longings that tortured her. She needed an outlet for her sexual needs. As she dressed, she kept her eyes on her parents. The more she saw, the more urgent her needs became. Betty left her room at her parents' home without saying good-bye.
Getting into her car, she drove with no special destination in mind. She needed love, sex! Something to satisfy the carnal cravings stirring inside of her. Her experience with Al made her cautious. She would try to avoid a similar situation.
As she drove down the road, Betty saw a parked car. It appeared disabled. The driver was alongside of it, waving for her to stop. Betty decided to chance stopping.
He was a young man, maybe several years older than she. Not bad looking, she thought! I wonder if he's married!
"What's up?" she asked as she slowed down.
"The damn car broke down! Can you give me a lift to the next town so I can get a mechanic or a tow?" he asked.
Betty looked him up and down in swift appraisal. "Sure! Get in!" she invited.
"Thanks!" he answered, getting in alongside of her.
As they drove, a licentious inspiration came to her. She drove with one hand, reaching out for his thigh with the other. He looked at her in surprise, saying nothing. Her hand continued up his thigh to the crotch in his pants. The expected bulge was there. Neither one of them spoke.
She zipped open his fly. Her hand sneaked into the open gap, seeking his cock. Betty felt the warm hardness of his prick. His cock in her hand sent an electrifying tingle up her hand and into her snatch.
Betty smiled at him. "Are you in any hurry?"
He smiled back. "No!" he answered. His voice was husky and low. The answer seemed stuck in his throat.
"Good! I'd like to know you better. I know a nice quiet place where we can become better acquainted! It's my apartment!" she told him.
"I'm game!" he tried to sound nonchalant. His voice had just a hint of a quiver in it as Betty's hand remained on his cock.
Betty didn't approve of her mother's infidelity. But she couldn't fault Emily's methods of getting laid! The hectic week with Al had been her baptism of carnal fire. Betty was ready to use that experience to gratify her own licentious longings.
She pulled into the curb in front of her home. Stuffing the man's prick back into his pants. Betty led the way to her place. Inside the apartment, she turned on him. Throwing herself at him, she crushed her lips to his. She opened her lips and sent out an oral probe to explore his mouth. He responded and their tongues collided in a deep soul kiss.
Their hands groped over each other's body, clutching cloth-covered erogenous parts. 'T think we'll be more comfortable with our clothes off!" Betty suggested.
They parted to remove their clothing. As she viewed the appearance of his nude body, Betty's cunt began an erotic itch. There was this gorgeous hard-on waiting to be deposited into her venereal bank. This was one deposit offering big dividends before withdrawal.
Betty moved towards him and they lay down upon her bed. Their hands caressed and fondled each other. Betty wondered how her parents were making out! No doubt, very well! She didn't know why the thought came to her in the middle of her foreplay with this man. Unless, it had to do with the way they met!
Betty doubted there would be any further sex excursions for Emily. Her father would see to that! But there was nothing wrong in getting some suggestions from her mother. After all, teaching daughters about the facts of life were mothers' responsibilities! And Emily could probably teach Betty a helluva lot!
