The teaching profession has not escaped the sexual revolution, as evidenced by numerous stories of teachers who find their youthful charges sexually appealing. Often, it has been the case of a lusty male teacher, finding a particularly voluptuous female student so powerfully appealing, he has given in to his basic urges.
But a new phenomenon is surfacing; that of the female teacher who finds a lusty, young male student, sexually appealing to the point where she'll risk her complete career, on an opportunity to engage in sexual relations with him.
Such is the case of Betty Hardy, an attractive, young junior college teacher. When a swarthy, young student asked her to go out with him, she rejected the idea at first. However, the more she thought about it, the more eager she became for sex action.
Having once experienced the exciting sensations of connecting with one male student, she moved on to another. And this pattern was repeated until she found herself so hot for his body, she could not stop.
The delight she felt in her wanton passionate expression eclipsed all other phases of her young life, and soon all she could think of was sex-sex-and more sex.
Her young lover wasn't completely satisfied with conventional expressions, but insisted she try the bizarre sexual excitement he enjoyed with his same-age classmates.
Adroitly quoting statistics to influence her, he cited one that revealed 90% of young people today engage in oral sexual connections, as reason for her to engage in such a relationship with him.
She gave in again, and again, until she found passion and sexual pleasure dominating her life, at the expense of her teaching career, and mental balance.
Too late she learned the price she had to pay for such indiscretions, for if she'd known the end from the beginning, she never would have begun.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Why do you stay after school so long and talk to me Jim?" Betty Hardy asked her young student.
Jim looked at his college teacher and told her frankly, "because you turn me on."
"I don't care to talk about that," she said.
Quickly Jim countered, "Well we could play tennis or something couldn't we?"
"It would be alright to have a little fun with you," she said, "but certainly not in a sexual nature."
"I used the wrong word," he told her. "You young people are always using the wrong words," she said.
"I'm sorry," Jim told her as he apologized.
That day, they made a date together for tennis. And on the weekend, when she really didn't have anything to do anyway she enjoyed the pleasant pastime of getting together with Jim for tennis. As he played, she couldn't help admire his body. He was muscular, quick, and very sexually appealing to her. When they had finished playing tennis, he suggested that they get something to eat.
"Well, over at my place would be fine," she said, "I hate to eat out all the time. All during the week I'm eating out."
"I know it must get awful," he laughed.
They went to her apartment, and then Jim told her that he wished he could take a shower before he had something to eat.
"Well yes," she said.
He went into the bathroom, and undressed. He got into the shower a moment later. He stayed in there so long, that she came into the bedroom and called out to him.
"Jim are you ever going to come out of there?"
Suddenly Jim opened the door and stood before her stark naked with an enormous erection. She walked over to him, and smiled.
"Really," she said, "you shouldn't be standing there stark naked."
"Why not?" he smiled.
Before she knew what was happening, Jim was at her. He was suddenly tearing her clothes off. As she stood before him a second later with nothing on, she glared at him.
"How dare you do that to me?" she said angrily.
"Oh do you ever look beautiful," he told her, "those breasts, baby, are really something else."
All at once his hands were all over her. And then she felt him reaching down to her vagina. Running his hands slowly back and forth across her fur trimmed mound she became hotter and hotter.
"Oh, stop it Jim," she told him, "stop it."
But Jim wouldn't stop. He had gotten so stimulated now, that he could hardly stand it. Suddenly, he was on his knees. She reached down and gripped his head and guided him as his hot tongue lashed away there.
"Oh Jim," she sighed, "I love it when you do that to me."
Jim didn't waste words. He used his tongue to twirl around inside her warm vagina.
"Oh love me," she panted, "love me there, baby."
He didn't waste any time. His hot tongue moved quickly back and forth. Faster and faster across her clitoris, exciting her more every second.
"Oh yes, baby, yes, baby, that's what I like," she panted as he kept on doing her.
The super excitement that she was feeling now, was driving her out of her gourd.
"Oh yes," she sighed ecstatically, "that's what I love. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, do me!"
The super sensations that were flooding through her now, were building to a climax.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's it!"
She was going out of her mind with delight as the hot tongue twirled in there. Now that he was flicking it across her clitoris she jumped for joy.
"Oh," Betty panted, "that's what I want. Oh, flick that tongue across there!"
Never before had she had such super sensations. Certainly, she had made love in her college days. But never so completely, never so excitingly.
"Lick me," she begged, "lick me there. Oh darling, lick me!"
The young boy was perspiring now. He was getting hotter and hotter as his cock became rigid.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want!"
Suddenly she juiced in his face. His hot tongue lapped her juices up.
"Yes darling," she panted, "yes, yes, that's what I like!"
There was no doubt about it, the pleasure that she was experiencing now, eclipsed anything that she ever thought she would have.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's what I like. Finish it off."
He kept licking around there, until he had completely finished it. Then, he slowly withdrew his tongue. Proudly, he looked up at her. Approvingly, she looked down at him.
"Oh, Jim baby," she smiled, "what a lover!"
Jim's brown eyes beamed up at her. And his hair was all messed up, after Betty had roughed it up with her hands. Then she looked at his rigid penis.
"I want you to do me that way," he begged.
"I've never done that before," she told him.
"Well, it's about time you learned teacher."
The word teacher sent a guilt syndrome flashing through her. All of a sudden she could see her fellow college professors on the side lines watching. And her heart pounded quickly. Instantly, Jim picked up that he had said something that had bothered her.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"You shouldn't have said, teacher," she said, "don't remind me."
"Well why not?" he smiled, "you are a pretty lucky woman to get me."
"Oh Jim," she said, throwing her arms around him and hugging him closely. He knew something was wrong and he couldn't understand it. He looked into her eyes and asked her frankly, "what's up?"
"It's just what they would do to me if they were to catch me," she said.
"Well they wouldn't do anything to you," he said, "you may have a couple of college professors come after you and want to screw you too."
"Jim," she said, "I could be fired for this. I could be wrecked. All of my credentials could be stripped away from me. Just for a few minutes of pleasure."
Seizing his tool he held it out to her.
"It would be worth it, baby," he said, "get on your knees. Just like I did with you."
His coaxing words seemed to caress her. She dropped to her knees, and almost as if hypnotized by the young student's words, pulled his rock hard penis to her mouth. Slowly, she pressed her lips harder and harder against him. Then he begged her, "open your mouth sweetheart."
Gently, she opened her mouth and he eased it in.
"Baby," he said, "I can tell that you're frightened, and that it's your first time. I guess Jim will have to give you a little instruction."
She nodded, but she couldn't speak as her mouth was plugged with his penis.
"You want to clamp your lips down hard around the shaft."
Betty immediately fastened her lips tighter around the shaft of his long, hard penis. Then he moved forward.
"That's the way baby," he smiled at her, "that's the way to do it. Yes, yes. That's what I like. Now baby, yes use your tongue to lick the head of it. That's it, baby."
Her tongue gently swept over the crown of the penis. And then, it dipped into the small slit. Now he was really becoming turned on. Reaching down, he gripped her head and guided her.
"Oh yes, yes," Jim panted, as he pushed it back and forth. She opened her eyes, and watched the saliva slickened shaft slip in and out. She enjoyed the feel of his big testicles bouncing on her chin.
"Oh yes," he panted, "yes baby, yes I want it."
Now he was going out of his mind as he realized she would let him slide it down her throat. With hard, driving movements he flexed his buttocks and thrust away.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, do it!"
The pleasure was building every second. He could hardly stand it.
"Love me, baby," he panted excitedly, "oh yes, yes sweetheart, yes. That's what I want. Do me baby, do me!"
The pleasure was mounting with every cock stab. And soon she knew that the juicy, big head would be shooting off in her mouth. The expectation, didn't exactly excite her or delight her. She didn't want to devour his sperm load. However, contrary to her desire was young Jim's wish.
"Baby," he told Betty, "I want you to eat it. I want you to swallow my stuff."
With his insistence, she realized exactly what he wanted. And even though it wasn't what she wanted, she knew that he would keep at her and at her until he got what he wanted.
"Oh honey," he panted, "you're too much, baby. Yes, yes, that's the way to do it!"
The super sensations that were going through him now, were driving him out of his gourd.
"Oh baby," he panted excitedly, "this is what I want. All the way honey, do me!"
When she realized exactly what he wanted, she nervously pulled away. But it didn't work. Jim's hands were on her, holding her fast.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat it!"
Suddenly, his desire came to be her desire. Her hands reached for his firm buttocks. She held on tightly as he jabbed in there.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's beautiful!"
The super sensations were flooding through her now, and they were fantastic. She desired his juice. She wanted to know what he tasted like. And he was eager to spurt it into her. Suddenly he came in one steady stream of white sticky cum.
"Eat it," he gasped, "eat it."
Ramming it to her in ever increased thrusts, she realized that her student Jim was quite a pistol.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's what I like. Honey, you know how to do it."
The super sensations were flooding through him now, were driving him out of his mind.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's what I like!"
Now he was flipping out.
"Oh, eat me, baby," he panted, "eat me. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way I want it. Oh honey, you're driving me out of my mind."
All at once, he came again. When he got it the second time, he howled with delight.
"We made it twice," he told her, "a real double header!"
Now she was developing pride in her ability to make the big penis juice more.
She finished him off, and then slowly eased her mouth off his hard penis. As she got to her feet, she looked at him. His face was all red now, and his eyes were ablaze with excitement.
"Did you enjoy it?" he smiled.
"Yes Jim," she said softly, "I loved it. Every minute of it."
"Groovy," he smiled, "there's so many things we can do, teach."
She didn't say a word. Instead, she walked as if in a daze into the living room. Going over to the front door she put the double bolt on it.
"You didn't even have that locked did you?" he grinned at her.
"No darling," she said, "I didn't. And it was very dangerous too. If anyone had barged in here, you know what would have happened."
"Don't worry about it," he told her, "don't ever worry about anything."
"You never do, do you darling?"
"No, I never do."
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, "you've got nothing to lose. I've got everything to lose."
She went over to the bar and fixed herself a drink. Jim went over and fixed himself a drink too. Then they sat down. And as she sipped at her drink, she talked to him.
"Do you realize how long it took me to get that degree to teach in junior college?" she demanded.
"Why, did it take you an extra long time?" he smiled, inferring perhaps she wasn't as bright as she should be.
"Now don't decry that," she said quickly, "believe me, I was a great student. I got excellent grades in all of my classes. But it takes anybody a long time to get through all that you have to, to be a junior college teacher."
"Okay, bully for you," he said.
"I don't mean it that way, honey," she said, "but I do want you to understand one thing."
"What, baby?" he smiled.
"That I run a big risk having sex with a student."
"Oh, you don't," he assured her, "I'm not going to tell anybody. I don't want to share your gorgeous pussy with anyone."
"Well you flatter me, darling," she said, "but really Jim, don't you have a conscience?"
"Sure I do," he said, "but my cock doesn't have any conscience. That's my problem."
Glancing down at his rigid male member, she realized that he was indeed a hot blooded young pistol. Reaching over she squeezed him.
"Oh, that feels so good when you do that to me," he smiled.
"Jim," she said, "this has got to be our first and last time."
"Alright," he nodded and smiled, "but let's make it good. I would like it if you would lick my balls."
"Do what?" she asked aloud, looking at him nervously.
"Sure," he said, "didn't you ever hear of any woman doing that?"
"No," she admitted, "and it sounds pretty demented to me."
"It isn't demented at all, baby," he assured her, "it's a super sensation."
Now, he had her built up to a point where she wanted it. And he reached down and fumbled with his testicles. Soon, she was on her knees in front of the sofa. And she was examining him closely. There was something appealing about them, and with Jim coaxing, she decided she might as well go ahead and satisfy him anyway that he wanted her to. She let her hot tongue lash out, and gently she caressed his testicles.
"Hold them in your hand, honey," Jim told her, "that's the way to do it. Yes baby, yes. Oh yes, do it."
The hot tongue went to town. And soon, she had one ball in her mouth.
"Oh, that feels great," Jim panted, as he lifted his leg and watched.
"Now both of them, baby," he told her, "that's right. Just like that. Oh yes!"
Soon, she was clasping his "buttocks, as she saw his rock hard penis getting harder every second.
"Oh baby," he panted, "get up from there. I want to do you."
She got to her feet. And then, big, husky Jim took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her on the bed, and flung her legs over him. Then, he grabbed his own penis and guided himself into her slit. Reaching out, he gripped her breasts as he thrust forward.
"Oh yes," he panted, "yes baby, yes, that's what I like!"
The super sensations that were flooding through him now, were driving him up the wall.
"Oh, keep that up baby," he panted, "yes, yes, that's wild!"
He was going out of his mind with delight at this point. And, she loved the sensations of his slippery, sliding tool inside her hot vagina. Her vagina muscles gripped him. And then he drove in harder and harder.
"Oh baby," she panted excitedly, "that's what I dig. Oh yes, baby, yes, that's what I want!"
The super sensations were flooding through her being now, and were driving her out of her mind with pleasure.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, yes!"
He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh lover," he panted excitedly, "that's what I like. All the way, baby, do me!"
The super sensations were flooding through him at this point, were almost more than he could stand. He was thrusting in harder and faster now.
"Oh, give it to me," she panted, "give it to me!"
He rammed it into her harder and harder. As it drove into her farther and farther she became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, yes baby," she gasped eagerly, "that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes, do me!"
The sensations now were flooding her being, and she was trembling. He observed this.
"Why are you shaking?" he asked her.
"I, I don't know," she said softly.
He knew. He knew she was so stimulated she couldn't hold still.
Reaching out, he gripped her breasts and pinched the nipples.
"Oh, that feels so good honey," she sighed excitedly, "oh, ram it to me!"
He drove in harder now, and as the thrills grew greater she knew that she would be cuming in a second.
"It won't be much longer now, baby," he smiled.
Now, he was a real pistol. With piston precision movements he drove in harder and harder. She wiggled about on the bed as she gripped his proud, sliding tool.
"Fuck me!" she begged, "fuck me!"
Encouraged by her words, he rammed it to her. Her hot thighs embraced him, as his rock hard penis drove in.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes baby, that's what I want!" The super sensations now, had reached a tremendous climax. And the two of them came together. As the hot penis slid in the lubrication of their juices, he smiled at her.
"You like my cock don't you?" he grinned. "Oh yea, baby, yes," she smiled, "ram it in there!"
He went on ramming it to her, as her thighs tightened around his waist again.
He didn't remove his fingers from her nipples a second. He continued the pulsating movements.
"Oh-h-h, yes, yes, baby, fuck it!" she panted, as she wiggled about on the bed.
He didn't stop doing this, until he was almost there again.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, "we're going to make it once more."
"Once more with feeling," he smiled.
And then it shot again. She wiggled about and let out a small squeal of delight, as the pleasure surfaced and she juiced with him again.
The super sensations that rode through her now, as he ran his hands all over her body were almost too much. She knew she wanted Jim. She knew she never wanted to give him up. Yet she knew how wrong it was to have feelings like this, for a man so many years younger than her.
He looked at her and smiled.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Us," she smiled softly.
Slowly, he withdrew from her. But she didn't want to release it. "Don't take it out," she said, "leave it in a little bit longer."
He grinned proudly. At first, she had been reluctant to give into him. But now she was eager for him to leave it in there. That was success.
When he had finally pulled himself out of her, he smiled at her.
"You see, sweetheart," he smiled, "we had a good time didn't we?"
"Yes," she smiled.
As he walked across the bedroom, his cock dripping with cum, she looked after him. He was indeed a muscular handsome man. She wished that he could be hers permanently. But she knew that this was impossible. He went into the bathroom, wiping off his penis and urinating. Then he returned to the bed and lay down beside her.
"You know," he said, "I ought to go steady with you."
"Steady?" Betty asked the student.
"Sure," he told her, "I would like to put my padlock on your pussy. I would like to have an exclusive."
"Well, that's a nice thought," she said, "but surely you don't expect me to save myself for you."
She was teasing with words. She was hoping that he would insist that she only have sex with him. And playing it this way, hard to get, she was sure that she would have success.
"I want you for myself," Jim told her flatly.
"I think you mean that Jim," Betty told him.
"I sure do," he told her, "what difference does a little age make?"
"A lot," she said, "with me being twenty eight, and you being nineteen, people would look at us."
"What do we care how people look?" he said.
"Sorry," she confirmed, "but it seems to me that you aren't looking at this realistically."
"Oh," he told her quickly, "I am looking at it realistically. I want you. Ever since I was a kid I got what I wanted, too."
"You sound like a spoiled kid," she said.
"Well, maybe I am a little spoiled," he said, "when I was just a kid I designed and built a steam engine for my bicycle. And then, when I got a little older I got a motorcycle. Now I've got the nicest sports car you've ever seen."
"Don't try to entice me with all you can do," she said, "the one thing you can't do is make it right."
"I know what makes it right," he said, "the way my cock fits into your pussy."
"Is that really how you feel?" she asked softly.
"Yes," he told her, "when I'm sliding my big hard cock into you, I don't care about anything, except, getting my rocks off."
"Well, you do it in an excellent manner."
"I don't like it that way," he said, "grading me. Are you going to give me an A, B, C, or D?"
"You get an A-plus for what you've done today," she smiled at him.
He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her.
"But don't you have a girl friend of your own?" she asked seriously.
"Well sure I do," he laughed, "what has that got to do with us?"
"Plenty," she told him, "how would your girl friend like it if she knew we were out making it?"
"Well, don't worry about her," he laughed.
"I can't help it," she said, "it bothers me."
"That's the trouble with people," he laughed, "they worry too much about nothing."
"Well, it's not nothing," she said.
"Oh, yes it is," he insisted.
Soon, his hand was caressing her breast.
"Why do you like to feel them?" she asked him frankly.
"Because they're so soft," he said, "soft and warm."
It didn't take him long now, to get down there between her breasts. Soon, he was manipulating one breast with his hand, while he was working at the other with his tongue. She loved the ex citing feel of his licking, lapping tongue as he went to town there. She spoke to him, trying tt understand him better.
"Jim baby," she said, "it just seems to me that you want to play with me all the time. Why?"
He didn't answer. He let his tongue answer for him, and his tongue lashes seemed to speak for him. His hot tongue quivered, as he let it whip around there.
"Oh, that feels so good," she panted, "I love the way you do it."
Indeed, he was quite an artist at doing it. He kept one step ahead of her now. While he would massage one breast, with his hand, he did the other breast with his tongue. And she got more and more excited.
"Oh, keep that up baby," he told her, "run your hands through my hair."
It really made it exciting for her.
"Oh-h-h, ah-h-h, yes yes. That's beautiful. Oh, baby," she panted, "I love it." Swiftly, the tongue went from one breast to the other. Almost, as if a rhythm had developed in him. Her heart beat faster, speeding up as his tongue went to town. The urges became more and more exciting for her now, as her mound moistened. He noticed this, and reached down and felt her there. Soon his finger was dipping inside her.
"Oh yes, Jim, baby," she panted, "I love that."
When he saw how excited she was becoming, he moved away. Then he quickly pulled his hand away from her mound. And then he straddled her. With his legs over her, he suddenly ran his rock hard penis between her soft breasts. Grasping her breasts with his hands, he massaged them across his cock.
"Oh, you don't know how good this feels to me," he told her, "I love it."
Indeed he did love the sensations that were flooding through his being. And as he held his penis head close to her mouth now, she became eager for it. However, he wanted to tease and tantalize her with his penis. So instead of asking her to open her mouth and accept him, he got on his knees and swung his testicles over her face, while he reached for his tool and stroked it a moment.
"I want you to lick my big balls, baby, with your tongue."
The teacher's tongue darted out, as she licked quickly.
"Oh like that," he panted excitedly, "that's beautiful."
The sensations were building now every second. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, yes, yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Just like that."
She grasped his hips in her hands, as she held him in place so she could get more licks. Then, opening her mouth she let him drop his balls in. She licked on them, and was extremely excited. Then, he was ready. Opening her mouth, she slowly let him slide in.
"Just lick on it a minute," he told her, "because I don't want to do it. I want to do it from a different angle this time. But this is a good way to start."
Knowing that he was only sliding his hard penis into her, for a starter, she slowed down her action.
"Okay baby," she told him eagerly.
Now, he was getting more and more stimulated. And so was she. Soon, the huge tool was sliding in.
"Oh, yes, yes," Jim panted, as he felt her hot hands sliding down his smooth buttocks. He loved the sensations.
"Oh honey," he panted, "do I ever love that. Yes, yes, baby, that's the way I want it. Just like that, honey."
There was no doubt about it, the sensations that he was experiencing, were driving him out of his gourd.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I want. Just like that!"
However, he knew that if she kept it up like this he would shoot it off in her mouth. So he pulled it out swiftly.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "not that way."
She released it, and then she wanted to find out what he would do next. She didn't have long to wait.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "I want you to get on all fours. Then I'm going to drive it to you from behind."
"I won't take it up the asshole," she said firmly.
"Alright," he told her, "if you don't want anal sex, you don't have to take anal sex."
"Well, I don't want it that way," she assured him again.
However he insisted.
"Just get in the position and I'll stick it in your pussy."
Nevertheless, Betty was fearful if she did get on all fours and he would get behind her that he would trick her. She was afraid that he would stick her there, and slide it into her asshole.
"I'm not taking it that way," she said, as she finally got on all fours.
"Don't worry baby," he laughed, "you just can get it in farther. Come on let me do it."
Without another word, he slammed into her. Sure enough, he slid it in to the correct slot.
"Oh-h-h, that feels good," she said surprised.
"Sure it does," he said quickly.
Now they were going to town.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, just like that!"
The super sensations that were flooding through him now, were driving him out of his mind.
"Keep it up, baby," he panted, "oh, yes baby, yes, that's what I want!"
The pleasure was increasing every second.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's the way. All the way!"
The super sensations that were going through him now, were almost more than he could stand.
"Oh, do it, baby," he panted, "yes, yes."
Faster and harder he shot into her. And with every ram of his rod, she derived more pleasure.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged, as he bent over, letting his chest touch her back.
He reached for her breasts and massaged them playfully.
"How about it?" he smiled at her, "you like this?"
She knew that she did. And as his ramrod kept going into her, the pleasure increased.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, do it!"
The super sensations that were flooding through her, were driving her out of her gourd.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, yes!"
The hot tempo of his precision fucking, was bringing her great pleasure. She loved the feel of his hands on her breasts. Then, she felt him reaching down. He was sliding his hands over her stomach.
"Fuck me," he panted.
She shoved her body back to him, and he rammed forward. The combined action, had really brought them there.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way. All the way!"
The pleasure now, had built to fever pitch.
"Oh-h-h," he grunted, "that's it, baby, yes, yes, fuck it!"
Now he was going out of his mind with dizzy delight.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's it all the way!"
It was a marvelous time for them both.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck, baby, fuck!"
The super sensations that were going through her now, were building to a fever pitch climax. And then, his big juicer gushed.
"Oh-h-h," he panted, "I made it, baby. I made it!"
As the hot, steady stream of white cum flashed out of his penis head, she was really excited.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I dig. Just like that!"
The super sensations that they had enjoyed together, had really meant something to them. "Oh, honey," she panted, "you are too much." There was no doubt about it, the sensations that had flooded through them were really too much.
"Oh, sweetheart," she smiled at him, "I love this!"
He didn't stop stabbing into her that way, until he had finished shooting. Then, slowly he withdrew. She collapsed in a heap, and he collapsed on top of her.
"Oh, get off of me, honey," she told him, "that's a lot of dead weight."
He pulled himself off of her and lay beside her. She looked into his young brown eyes.
"You know you're a pretty good fuck," she told him.
"Well I'm glad I'm worth something," he grinned at her.
"You are, baby," she said, "but you make me worry."
"About what?" he smiled.
"About my future."
"Well, don't you worry about anything," he told her, "you're going to be alright and so am I."
"I hope so honey."
Then he looked at her, rather startled. "Are you going with someone?" he asked her. "I was," she said, "till you came along."
"You going to cancel whoever it is out for me?" he grinned excitedly.
"Yes Jim, darling," she told him, "you're worth two of Henry."
"Does Henry ball with you?"
"Well, yes," she admitted.
"Is Henry better than me?" the young boy asked the teacher.
"Oh no," she assured him, "he's so conventional."
"What's conventional?" he asked.
"When it comes to fucking, conventional is face to face, baby."
"Oh, I see," he said, "you like to go down on me?"
"I do, darling," she said, "and I love it when you go down on me. I'm sure that Henry would never go down on me in a million years."
"Well get rid of him," he said, "if a guy doesn't eat pussy, what kind of a guy is he?"
"Well he's not much good," she said, "I'll tell you that. You know honey, you do have an awfully long tongue."
"Do I?" Jim said proudly, opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue around in the air.
"Yes darling you do," she said.
Soon, she was fondling his limp penis.
"You like Jim jr. don't you?" he smiled.
"Is that what you call him?" she laughed.
"Right on," he said, "and I think it fits."
"You mean the name fits, or your penis fits into my pussy?"
"Both," he laughed.
"Well it's alright if we laugh at such things," the teacher told the student, "but for goodness sakes don't tell anybody else."
"Well, I wouldn't," Jim assured her, "because if I told any other guys how good you were at balling, they might want to have your pussy too. And I don't want to share it."
Betty was so impressed with the student's devotion, she bent over and kissed him passionately.
CHAPTER TWO
It was so disturbing for Betty, that she had involved herself with one of her students sexually, that she didn't know what she was going to do about it. But do something she must. She thought perhaps she could involve herself with someone nearer her age and then her problems would be lessened. At a faculty meeting, she caught the eye of one of the other professors. He was a handsome man, and he acted as if he was turned on with her too. After the faculty meeting, he walked over to her.
"I guess I haven't been introduced to you," he smiled at her.
"I'm Betty Hardy," she said, "and I teach English and Psychology."
"Glad to meet you Betty," he smiled, "I'm Dave Miller. And I teach swimming and sports."
"Well, that sounds like it's fun all the time Dave," Betty grinned.
"It isn't," he confided to her. "Many times I've thought about quitting this profession," he said, "but I guess it's something that once you get into it you just keep going."
"Right on," she told him, "it's the only way to fly."
As they walked out together, he got to talking to her.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
"From Wisconsin," she told him.
"Well, isn't that something," he said, "I'm from Maine."
"I've been there once," Betty told him, "one summer. We have some relatives that have a home up in Lake Keizer. That's near Portland, Maine."
"Oh, that's a beautiful lake," he smiled, "I've been there. I've gone swimming there too."
"It seems you really dig swimming a lot don't you?" she laughed.
"I sure do," he assured her.
After a long moment he suggested something.
"How would you like to go south of the border down Mexico way and go swimming with me?"
"Where?" she asked, "there isn't any swimming in Tijuana."
"But there is down in Ensenada," he assured her.
"Alright," she agreed, "let's go."
"Just like that," he said, "now you're the type of girl I dig. None of this foolishness. You didn't put up a big fuss, or any of the other put ons a lot of girls do."
She laughed.
"I'm not that kind of girl," she assured him.
"Well I'm glad you're not," he said, "if there is one thing I can't stand it's a phony. And that's one thing you're not, baby, you're not a phony."
"No, I'm not," she assured him.
As they walked out of the college, he smiled at her.
"Why are you smiling at me?" she asked.
"Because, you're such a beautiful girl it just makes me want to smile when I'm around you."
"You're just saying that to get what you want."
"What do I want?" he asked. "What do they all want?" she smiled. "I guess they all want the same thing," he agreed.
"Forget it," she said, "I really am not interested."
"How about dinner?" he asked quickly. "Is that an invitation to you know what?" she smiled.
"Dinner is an invitation to dinner," Dave grinned.
"When you smile like that Dave," she said, "I see all sorts of things."
"Like what?" he laughed.
"Strange, but I see bedrooms. Mirrors. Televisions."
"You're right on the beam," he said, "you're picking up my wave length."
"Yes," she assured him, "and that's precisely why I'm not going anyplace with you."
"Oh, don't be so difficult," he objected.
There was something so deliberate, and honest about Dave that it really appealed to Betty. Momentarily, it made her forget about the young student Jim.
"Alright," she said turning to him, "let's go out together tonight. To dinner."
"For dinner," he said.
"Your car or mine?" she smiled.
"Well baby," he told her, "let's take my car. We'll have a drink before dinner. It's really not that long until dinner."
"That old loud mouth at the faculty meeting, did keep us a long time didn't he?" she said.
"He certainly did," he said, "and I get so bored with him too. He goes on and on about the same thing."
"You know it," she said, "and it really does get to be one big bore doesn't it?"
Together, they got in Dave's car and they drove to a bar called The Jayhawk.
"This is a strange little bar isn't it?" she smiled, as she walked in the door.
"Strange?" he grinned, "well I never thought of the Jayhawk as being strange. It's just an ordinary little bar."
"Well it's different," she said, "there is a certain atmosphere around here."
"Maybe there is," he said, "but I come in here every day."
"Hi, Dave," the bartender called out.
"Hi there, Max," he called back as he sat down at the bar stool. She sat down beside him. They ordered drinks, and then they got to talking.
Soon, Dave's leg was pressed against Betty's leg.
"You know, baby," Dave said warmly, "you really are a gorgeous chick."
"I know what you're looking at," she said, "and I would prefer if you wouldn't look there."
"Sorry about that," he smiled, as his eyes glanced away from her weighty bosoms.
Max the bartender was getting a big kick out of watching the two of them.
"You make a nice looking couple," he said. "Well do we?" she said.
"You sure do," he said, "Betty is a blonde, and you are dark. Opposites attract they say."
"Maybe they do," she said, "Dave really is opposite to me in many ways."
It was beginning to get hot for her and she wished that she could be out of the bar.
"Can't we leave this place?" she asked Dave.
"Well, sure baby," he said, "where do you want to go?"
"Anyplace," she said, "I just don't like being here."
Together, they went out of the bar and went to eat.
"I hope you enjoy this chase," she said, "because it's not going to get you anything Dave."
"It doesn't bother me at all," Dave grinned confidently.
Once in the restaurant, and they had finished ordering, he looked at her solemnly. '
"Something is bugging you."
"Bugging me?" she said curiously.
"Yes," he said, "and it bothers me to see you so upset."
"Well, it isn't about my own life," she said quickly. "It's my dad."
"Your father?" he asked. "Yes," she said, "dad is sitting in jail."
Dave gulped. Just then the waitress came with the food.
"These steaks are nice and hot," she grinned.
"Thank you," Dave smiled, as the waitress left them alone a moment.
"I almost lost my appetite when you said that," Dave told her.
"I should never have told you," she said, "go ahead and eat your food."
"Tell me how your dad got in jail first," he said, "then maybe I'll get my appetite back."
"I'll tell you how he got there," she said nervously, "He was accused of taking about half a million dollars from the bank where he worked."
"Half a million dollars," Dave said, "that's an awful lot of money."
"Yes," she said quietly, "it's an awful lot of money. But dad never took it."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Of course I'm sure," she said quickly, "and it really burns the hell out of me to think that they would bring such charges against dad."
"But they couldn't just make it up out of old cloth could they?" he asked her.
"Well they almost did," she said, "there are two men, who get the money at the bank ready for the main bank vault. And it was dad, and a man named Allan Pierce. Mr. Pierce is doing his best to help dad and me out. It's really awful, that dad had to take the wrap."
"Why didn't they get Mr. Pierce he is involved too."
"I'll tell you why," she said, "all Mr. Pierce does, is put the seals on the money after dad has counted it. And instead of it being thousand dollar bills, they said he had put one dollar bills there."
"Oh, that's awful," he said, "do you really think your dad is guilty?"
"Of course not," she said, "but he was taking a vacation. He had drawn money out of the-bank, to go to Casa Blanca. And he bought his ticket on Air France to go."
"And did he ever go?" Dave asked curiously.
"No," she said, "they caught him at the airport."
"Tears are coming to your eyes, baby," he said, "don't talk about it. Eat your food. Forget it."
"But how can I forget it?" she demanded, as two tears rolled down her cheeks and fell in her plate.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry," Dave said putting his hand out.
"I've done everything I could think of, to try and help him. But I don't know what else I can do."
"Do you have a good lawyer?" Dave asked. "The best," she said, "it took every cent I had to get him too. But we're going to get dad clear of this, or else."
"Of course you are," he nodded, "and I want to help you."
"Will you really Dave?" she said her lower lip trembling.
"Of course I will honey," he said, "you don't know how much you mean to me."
It was amazing to her how suddenly Dave felt for her. Yet, she knew that she knew she had more problems than her father.
"Something else is bothering you too, baby," he said, "something of a more personal nature perhaps."
"It's almost as if you've got E.S.P. Dave," Betty said.
"Maybe I have," he said, "have you got some trouble in your love life."
"You bet I have," she said.
"Will you tell me about that?" he demanded.
"Later darling," she said, "we must eat our food."
Quietly, they began eating. But it was with very great difficulty that either of them finished their meal. Betty deeply regretted that she had ever gone into her past. If only she could forget it. But her father, rotting in jail, was not an easy thought for her to forget. Dave was a brilliant person, he gave every evidence of being sharp. It seemed strange to her, that he had devoted so much of his time to athletics. For she had always considered athletics, sort of secondary. Yet, as she looked at his strong muscular body, and the electrical sparkle of his eyes, she realized the vitality that his sports life had given him surpassed many businessmen's dividend in living.
"What are you thinking about?" Dave asked.
"What a handsome guy you are," she smiled.
"That's funny," he laughed, "I was just thinking about what a beautiful chick you are."
"Dave," she laughed, "you want to spoil me."
"I do honey," he said, "and I want to help you out with your father. But honey it's going to be difficult."
When they had paid the bill, and headed back to the college parking lot, he got to talking.
"Do you mind if I come over to your place tonight?" he asked quite frankly.
"Not at all," she said, "I trust you."
"I'm glad darling," Dave said, reaching out and gripping her hand and squeezing it.
"Maybe, when I show you the newspaper clippings and the story about dad and what happened to him, you can give me some idea of how we can help the old man out."
"I want to help him," he said, "I want to help him because of you. Remember, baby, what I do for him isn't for him, it's for you."
She looked at Dave, and then she suddenly threw her arms about him and their lips met in a soul kiss.
Soon, Dave was getting so hot he couldn't stand it.
"Baby," he said, "let's really have a good time tonight."
It didn't take long, once they were in her apartment, for her to take off her clothes. As Dave looked at her undressing, he became more and more stimulated. She made it a point, to wear beautiful underclothes. Now she removed her black lacey bra and panties, Dave's cock quivered.
"You've got a gorgeous pair of knockers on you, baby," he smiled.
"Why Dave," she said, "you shouldn't be talking about them like that."
"How do you want me to talk about them?" Dave laughed, as he began undressing himself.
"Couldn't you say breasts?" she asked.
"Well, of course I can," he laughed, "would that make you happier?"
"Much happier," she laughed.
Now as they continued talking, he became more and more eager for sex with her.
"Oh baby," he panted, "just let me look at that gorgeous pussy of yours."
As he stood there, with his jaw hanging slack as he looked at her gorgeous pussy, his mouth watered.
"Well, don't just stand there with your tongue hanging out honey," she said, "drop to your knees and let's get going."
He dropped to his knees in front of her. And then opening his eyes wider, he examined her slit more closely.
"Does it look good to you?" she asked.
"You bet it does, baby," he smiled, "I can hardly wait to let my tongue get in there."
It didn't take him long now, to get the tongue in there. Now he was ready for action. The hot tongue stabbed in.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "that's beautiful."
Soon, he was surging inside her and going to town.
Faster and faster the hot tongue stabbed away. She reached down, and ran her fingers through Dave's black hair.
"Eat it," she begged him, "that's the way I like it. Eat my pussy!"
Her pussy was on fire, as Dave's hot tongue went to town.
Faster and faster the hot tongue stabbed away. She was becoming more and more excited every second.
"Oh, Dave, baby," she gasped excitedly, "do me. Oh do it!" The super sensations that were surging through her now, were driving her out of her mind with pleasure.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's what I want!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. "Oh, ah, yes Dave, yes Dave, eat me. Eat my box!"
Now she was about out of her mind with delight and pleasure.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, love me!"
Her voice was trembling, her body was shaking as she pushed her vagina up to his mouth.
"Oh, lick it lover," she panted, "that's it. Go right in there, honey. Oh yes, love me!"
She gripped his head tightly, and guided him as his hot tongue swept inside her. Savagely, he went to town licking the velvety vagina walls.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, more baby, more. Farther!"
The hot tongue pushed in farther. Every second she was becoming more and more excited.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "I love it."
"Quit talking and get your tongue back in my pussy," she complained.
It didn't take him long to get his tongue back in there. The hot tongue flicked across the clitoris exciting her every second.
"Oh, lick my love button, baby," she begged, "that's how you do it."
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep it up. That's what I want, baby. Keep it going!"
The super sensations that flooded through her now, were driving her out of her gourd.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like!"
Now, she was dizzy with delight.
"Oh lover I'm cuming," she panted, as she felt herself juicing.
Suddenly, the hot juices spurted.
"Oh, lap it all up, baby," she told him, "that's what I like. Oh, yes honey, love me!"
It didn't take his hot tongue long now to lick. And when he had finished gobbling her, he smiled up at her.
"Baby, you were delicious."
"Now honey I'll take care of you," she said, glancing down at Dave's long, hard penis.
He walked over to the bed, and when he lay down there he asked her, "honey will you give me a rub down first?"
"Well, sure honey," she said, "if that is what you would like."
"That's what I like," he told her, "do you have any body oil?"
"Well I just have some baby oil that I use for sun tan lotion."
"That will be good," he assured her.
She went to the bathroom and got the baby oil out of the medicine cabinet. Then, she came back to the bedroom and opening the container poured some into the palm of her hands. Then, she put it on his back.
"Oh, that feels great," he said, "you've got nice hands."
She massaged down his back to his buttocks.
"Massage my ass too," he told her.
She rubbed all around his asscheeks. He loved the feel of her hot hands on them. Then, he spread his ass.
"Rub my prostate, baby," he begged.
She used her fingertips, to massage his prostate gland. She could see his balls from under, and saw his cock hardening and lengthening.
"Now, baby," he told her, "I want you to do something else for me."
"Yes Dave," she said, "anything you want."
She poured some oil into her hands, and then under her breasts. Next, she let her breasts brush his behind.
"Oh, that feels great," he told her, "you have no idea how good that feels to me."
The pleasure was increasing every moment. Now, she crushed her breasts down on his buttocks.
"That's what I want you to do, honey," he told her. "I really dig that."
The pleasure was increasing now every second. "Oh yes, honey," he told her, "that's great." It wasn't taking her long now to excite him and stimulate him. His ass was wiggling all over the bed.
"Oh honey, kiss my ass," he told her, "kiss it there."
Even though she had never done anything like that before, she felt prompted to because Dave asked her to.
She kissed him, and he was really excited at this point.
"Oh, I love that," he begged, "more."
She kissed him all over his asscheeks. Then, she got up. He flipped over and pressed his huge rigid penis into her face.
"Baby," he begged, "do me!"
Suddenly, she was bending over him and he was thrusting his tool into her mouth.
"You're going to like that," he told her, "you're going to love it!"
Now she was going up and down on his rigid hard cock.
"That's it, baby," he panted, "lick it. Love it. Go up and down on it, baby."
She went up and down on his hard penis. He loved the sensations that were flooding his body now.
"Keep it up, honey," he begged, "that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's the way to do it."
The super sensations wouldn't end.
"Oh-h-h love it," he panted, "love my penis." She was loving it alright. Her mouth fastened on the head of it. And her hot tongue swept over the velvety crown of the cock. Her tongue dipped in the small slit. His cock quivered. He reached out now, and gripped her head and held her there.
Now she was going up and down on the rigid male member.
"Oh, love me," he gasped excitedly, "that's it baby, do it!"
Harder, and hotter, and faster he shoved into her.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way I like it!"
The super sensations now were building to a quick climax.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat me. Oh baby, don't lose a drop."
She was eager to see what Dave tasted like. She was sure that Dave would give her a good load of sperm.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's what I want!"
The super sensations now were building to a scorching climax.
"Oh honey," he panted, "that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way, go get it!"
She moved her mouth faster and faster up and down his sliding slick tool. She fondled his balls and gripped his ass as she went to town.
"Eat me," he panted, "that's it honey. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, do it!"
The sensations now were building. And he was enjoying more every second.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, honey, that's what I dig, keep it going!"
She continued, and he went on thrusting. His hot hands pressed down hard.
"Eat it," he begged her, "eat that juice baby, eat it!"
She gulped the hot liquid.
He didn't stop thrusting for a second, and she felt more juice emitting from the head of his cock.
"Eat me," Dave panted, "eat my cock!"
When she had finished devouring him, she slowly slid her mouth off his penis.
"Oh lover, you tasted good to me," she told him, "I really like that."
There was no doubt about it, he had given her a wild time. And she was happy that she could give him the sexual satisfaction that he desired.
"Honey," he smiled at her, "was I good?"
"Delicious," Betty smiled, "just delicious." Dave held her closely and whispered.
"We ought to get together for vacations."
"Where can we go honey?" she smiled up at him.
"We could go to Hawaii for the holidays," he told her.
"It would be just our luck to see some of the other professors there," she said.
"We wouldn't give a damn about them," he said, "it's just you and me baby."
"Alright Dave," she said, "maybe we can go."
"Do you have any money to fight this thing?" he said.
"You mean getting dad out of jail?"
"No," she said sadly, "I don't have much money."
"Do you have enough money for the lawyer?" Dave asked.
"Hardly," she said, "I have to get loans when I can."
"Did you ever peddle your pussy for a loan to get your dad out of jail?" he grinned.
"That, love, isn't funny."
"I didn't mean to be funny," he said, "it just somehow struck me as a possibility that you would submit to sex, to get money for your dad."
"It's not a bad idea," she admitted, "why, are you willing to help?"
"Maybe I should," he said.
He held her closely, and began caressing her breasts.
"You're fascinated with them aren't you?" she looked up at Dave.
"Yes," he said, "I would like to lick them."
Bending over, he let his tongue sweep over the nipple. Then he nibbled lightly. First one breast then the other. Her body quivered as his hot hands gripped her asscheeks while his mouth went to town on her breasts.
"Oh Dave, baby," she panted, "I love that. Lick them lover."
His tongue did its thing. Every moment, she was getting more and more turned on.
"Love me Dave, baby," she begged, "love me!"
Dave's tongue worked over each breast and his teeth nibbled. Then, he pulled away and looked at her.
"I'd really like to give it to you, baby," he said, "let me straddle fuck you."
"Straddle fuck?" she asked curiously, "what are you talking about Dave?"
"I like to do it in a chair," he said, "then I can straddle you and thrust it in there."
"With me on top?" she asked.
"No," he said, "with you in the chair, then I straddle fuck you."
"Alright," she agreed.
She got off the bed and went over to a chair. Sitting down in the chair, she asked him if she was in the right position.
"You sure are," he smiled at her, "just the way I like it."
Now he was ready. He went over to her, and straddled her. He gripped his tool and slowly eased himself into her.
"That's the way I like to do it," he told her, "yes baby, yes!"
The hard tool rode in there. And he moved back and forth in a rocking motion. Then, she began brushing her bare breasts across his chest.
"That's it, honey," he said, "cooperate with me. That's the way I like it. Oh, yes honey, keep that going."
Suddenly she was crushing her breasts on his chest. He loved the sensations now. Then he bent over and kissed her.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I dig. Just like that."
The sensations were flooding through her now.
"Oh lover," he panted, "that's what I want. Just like that, honey."
He was ramming it to her, and her vagina muscles were clasping it. Grasping it tightly, she squeezed.
"Oh yes," she panted, "I love that. Oh baby, I dig that. Faster, lover, faster."
The super sensations that were flooding through their bodies now, as they rocked back and forth in his straddle fucking motion, really got to them.
"I can recommend you highly, honey," he said, "I really can. You really know how to give a man a good fuck."
"I don't just want to give any old man a good fuck," she said bitterly, "I want to give you my fuck, Dave."
That got to Dave's ego. His balls tingled, as his cock stabbed into her. His lips met hers and they kissed passionately.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, that's the way to do it. That's the way to do it."
Now, he was dizzy with delight as the sensations continued.
"Oh fuck it," he gasped excitedly, "fuck, baby, fuck, fuck!"
She wouldn't stop for a second.
"Keep it up," he told her, "keep doing it. That is what I want. Oh yes, yes, honey, keep doing it!"
As the sensations flooded through her, he could hardly stand it.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I love it. Oh yes honey, I dig that."
Suddenly, the hard cock shot into her. Her vagina muscles gripped it and squeezed. She came too.
"I made it," she panted, "right on target Dave.
You brought me there."
They smiled at each other, as the cock continued stabbing into her.
"You like me don't you, honey?" he said.
"Sure, baby," she smiled, "you're a real pistol. I love to be fucked by a man with a big, hard cock that never quits shooting."
"I've got that for you," he smiled proudly.
He continued thrusting until some more juice erupted from the head of his cock.
He kept his engine going, until he had given her another good load. She twisted her hips around, and laughingly teased him.
"How do you get so much?" she smiled.
"It's inspiration, baby," he told her, "I look at you and I get all excited."
There was no doubt about it, she was providing plenty of inspiration for him.
Finally, he withdrew from her. Then he looked at her gently.
"You know, baby," he smiled at her, "you really are too much."
"Dave," she said softly, "do you think you can help me with my father?"
"Sure I can, honey," he told her, "that is if you will cooperate."
"I'll do everything in my power to help," she assured him.
"One thing I want you to do baby," he said, "is get all the newspaper clips about your dad. I want to study these. I have a friend who is a detective. Maybe if I talk to him, he could help me."
That did it. Her arms were around him as she pressed against him once more.
"Oh, you're a sweetheart," she told him, "just a sweetheart, honey."
"Take it easy, baby," he said, "control yourself."
A smile surfaced on his face.
"Baby," he said, "you're everything I've always wanted,"
"Well thank you darling," she grinned, "and don't think I don't dig you."
The pleasure that they were experiencing now, was building.
"Dave," she smiled, "I'll do anything if you help spring dad out of the pen."
"Well I'm sure he isn't guilty," he said, "I just don't believe he is."
"Why do you say that?" she asked him startled.
"Call it E.S.P. or anything," he said, "but I just don't think your dad is guilty."
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that, Dave," she said, "you have no idea what hell I've been through."
"Oh yes I do," he told her, "I'm sure that you have suffered a lot, baby."
"I have," she told him, "and it has been rough, rough."
"I guess we all go through our own personal hells."
"We do Dave," she assured him, "and it's so difficult to know how to avoid this type of nightmare."
She was feeling strange about asking Dave to help. She went over to a closet, and pulled out some large manila folders.
"What are you getting?" he asked.
"The clippings about my father," she said quietly.
"Oh, I didn't mean you had to drag them all out tonight," Dave assured her.
"But I want to dear," she said, "dad means so much to me. And his freedom means everything."
"Well I'm glad you want to help him," he said, "but I thought maybe you could help me out a little more."
"You don't need any more sex tonight," she said, "you have had enough, darling. Now, divert your mind for a moment and help me reach for that big box on the shelf."
Dave's eyes followed her hands. She was reaching, straining to get a large box off the top shelf of her closet. He came up behind her, and his body felt hers as he reached for the box.
"Oh Dave, baby," she sighed, "don't you get excited. I just wanted you to come over here to help me get this box. Not my box baby."
"Oh that's a nice pun," he laughed, as he reached up and brought the box down. Then he saw a large number of newspapers folded.
"He sure got a lot of publicity didn't he?" Dave asked quietly.
"He did alright," she said, "I guess when a half a million dollars is missing, anybody gets a lot of publicity."
"Yea," Dave said, "the money. That's what always does it. Big sums of money."
"It makes me ill to think of poor dad sitting in jail," she said. "The last time I saw him he had tears in his eyes when I left."
"Did he give you any idea of how he thought the money might have disappeared?"
"No," she shook her head sadly, "dad has no idea, it's like vanishing money."
"Money doesn't vanish just like that," he assured her, "very certainly not half a million."
"I know," she said, "it is somewhere. And that's what makes me so afraid."
"What makes you so afraid?" Dave asked.
"The fact that someone has all of that money, and knows that I'm trying to find out who has it.
Dad's hands are tied. He's in the jail now. But, I am free. And that's what bugs the person that has the money. They're afraid of me."
"Well you can see why they would be," David said, "you obviously are a very loyal daughter. And you would do everything in your power to help your father out of this mess that he's in."
"Yes Dave I would," she assured him, "it makes me sick thinking of it."
"I don't blame you," he told her, "it makes me sick too. I feel for you honey and I'll do every thing in my power to help you."
"Thank you, Dave," she told him, "you'll never know how much that means to me."
"Yes I do understand," he said, "because you have a lot of passion, a lot of feeling."
Naked, their bodies merged once more and their lips met. The way Dave kissed her this time, did something extra for her. His hot hands reached for her buttocks as he pulled her tighter to him. And his eyes closed as his lips merged. Then, her mouth gently opened and his hot tongue slid in. Soon they were frenching. Finally, he withdrew his tongue. He had used his tongue as a penis in her mouth. And she loved the sensations that it had generated.
"Dave," she said, "you want to know something?"
"What?" he asked.
"I think I'm falling for you like a ton of brick."
"Don't, baby," he said, "because I'm not the kind of guy who wants to fall in love. I just want a good time."
"And I can give you a good time, Dave," she said, "lots of good times."
CHAPTER THREE
Betty Hardy decided that she would talk to her sister Liz and see if Liz could help her out of her dilemma. She went over to Liz's place and was surprised how many new things she had purchased for her apartment.
"You certainly have got a gorgeous place here honey," she smiled at her sister.
"Glad you like it dear," she said.
"You must make a lot more money than you did the last time I saw you," she said.
"That's just it," Liz smiled, "I'm not working at the same place anymore."
"You're not working at the office anymore?" she said, "well how on earth are you making all of this money?"
"I'll tell you how honey," she said, "if you're really interested."
"Of course I'm really interested," she said, "I'm dying to know."
"I wonder if you've ever read that book, the Happy Hooker?"
"Why yes I have," Betty said softly.
"Well meet happy hooker number two."
"No," Betty said, "you're not doing that Liz."
"Why not?" Liz smiled.
"Do you mean to tell me that you are actually making a living going around fucking with people?"
"You said it darling," Liz grinned, "would you like something to drink or should we smoke to my new life of sin?"
"You're sick," Betty snapped indignantly.
"No," Liz insisted, "I'm not sick. I've just started living honey. It's taken me a long time to learn about life. And now I've learned enough."
"You've learned all of the wrong things," her sister corrected her. "And you're going to be very sorry. When you are old, and that will be about thirty, nobody will want you. Then what are you going to do."
"Well why couldn't I go in to running a blind pig?" she smiled.
"A blind pig?" she asked.
"Why yes," she said, "one of those cozy little apartments where men can come and have a little fun. They can shoot the breeze, shoot the dice, and shoot their rocks off."
"You're disgusting," Betty snapped, as she started to rise. Then, her sister told her confidentially, "you need a little information about scoring yourself. Would you like to see some of the photo's I've taken when I was involved in sex?"
"I certainly don't want to see those disgusting pictures," Betty glared at her sister. However, when her sister opened a large folder and began pulling out pictures, she changed her mind. There she was, in all of her naked splendor. A young man was laying on his back in a bed. And her sister, Liz, with her long hair falling down over her bare breasts, was straddling the young man. The young man had his hands on her thighs and she was guiding his hard cock into her vagina.
"I suppose you're proud of yourself," she said angrily.
"Why shouldn't I be?" she said with a laugh, "I give a mighty fuck."
"Well honey," she told her frankly, "you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You are truly disgusting."
"Oh, don't be an old idiot," her sister laughed as she took out another picture. The next picture, showed Liz lying on the bed on her stomach. And her young lover was over her. He was sliding it to her from the rear.
"I shudder to think what is happening there," Betty said indignantly.
"Haven't you ever had it from behind?" Liz asked her curiously.
"I wouldn't think of such a thing," Betty said angrily, "if anything is twisted, that is."
"My, my," Liz smiled, "it's funny but when you haven't tried something, it's automatically twisted or sick isn't it?"
"Well as far as I'm concerned it is," she said angrily.
It was becoming more and more obvious to Betty that her sister Liz had gotten in to some very bad company.
"And I suppose you do these little activities as easy as water rolling off a duck's back."
"Well stated, dear," Liz smiled, as she picked up another picture.
"You know, baby," Liz laughed, "you can learn an awful lot from me. Now take for example this next photo. You see this stud is on his knees. And he's grabbing my ass. And notice something. I'm wearing those shear white stockings. Guys love to see gals in their garter belts, with their stockings. Of course they want to see the nice big breasts,'bare and beautiful. How about that?"
Now, Betty was furious. She looked at her sister lying there, in the throes of sexual ecstasy. And it disgusted her more every second.
"That's about as sick a sight as I've ever seen," she snapped.
"Well forget it," she said angrily, "it's not sick at all."
The next photo showed the young lover standing at the foot of the bed. And there was Beautiful Liz, with her legs upraised over the man's shoulders.
"Now what are you doing in this position?" she asked.
"Well," Liz explained, "when the man is standing up, but on his knees and the woman is lying back, then he can really get in there. At this angle of the vagina, he can make deeper penetration possible. And when the clit and the penis come in contact the pleasure is delightful."
"You're disgusting," Betty insisted angrily, "all you are thinking about is sex, dear."
"With the world ready to blow itself up, baby, I can't think of a better thing to think of."
"Things aren't that hopeless yet, honey," Betty said tightly, "and even if they were, the answer wouldn't be to go on screwing would it?"
"It certainly would," Liz laughed, "think of it, a double orgasm?"
"Double orgasm?" Betty asked her sister Liz, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, with the world going off, so will we be going off."
"That's about as sick a joke as I ever heard," Betty said, "and I'm leaving."
"Well don't leave yet, darling," she smiled at her, "I want you to see some more art work."
"You call those dirty fuck pictures art work?" Betty asked her sister seriously.
"Darling," she told her, "screwing the way I do is an art. I don't know how you do it baby, but the way I give a man his fuck is an art alright. And they are glad to pay for it."
"You certainly have an ego don't you?"
"I can afford to have," she laughed, "I have a gorgeous body, and there is no denying it. Come on let's be honest."
The next photo depicted Liz lying there with her legs spread out. She was still wearing her sheer white stockings, and her frilly garter belt. Now the man was sliding his tool into her, on top of her. He was grabbing her head and running his hands through her hair. Then he was kissing her ear.
"What is he doing with your ear?" Betty asked curiously.
"He's tickling it with the end of his tongue dear," her sister explained, "it creates quite a sensation. Some men can use the darting tip of their tongue like a small penis. And they do it in the ear."
When she pulled out the next picture, her sister Betty let out a howl.
"That has to be the damnest thing I have ever seen," she said.
"How do you like that, honey?" Liz laughed, "that's what they call the old arm pit fuck."
"It's revolting," her sister told her, "I never saw anything like it."
"And you probably never will dear," Liz said proudly, "because I know many ways of making it that a lot of other people don't know."
"Well, if I was interested in going into that profession honey," her sister assured her, "I would come to you for guidance. I suppose that we could set up a sex school and you could give fucking lessons."
"Don't get so uptight," Liz said seriously, "a lot of women could keep their men home if they would use a little common sense."
"Common sense?" she asked her, "what on earth are you talking about?"
"Simply this darling," she said, "a person has to use a little common sense to get ahead in this world. And the way that most women can get ahead and make a real place for themselves is in the bed. And, that requires a lot of talent.
It's a lot more than just lying there and letting the man do all the work."
"What do you propose?" Betty asked nervously, as she reached for a liquor bottle and poured herself another drink.
"I suppose that they let that little pussy go, go, go."
"What do you mean specifically?" she asked.
"Well for example dear," she said, "some women are really dead. They lie there, and don't wiggle a muscle. What man could enjoy a screw without a little action?"
"Well I suppose you have a point there," Betty said, feeling the liquor hit her, and her sister's strange actions lessened the impact as she got loaded.
"You see," Liz explained, "a woman needs to know a lot of things. For example, snapping pussy. Men dig that. It's one way to make a man shoot quickly, if you have some other business at hand."
"You're quite a revolting creature aren't you?" Betty said, as she started to leave. But Liz pulled her back.
"Darling," she said, "I have done about everything that can be done. And honey I want to tell you something. There's one thing that men really like."
"What is that?" she asked.
"A hot mouth," she said quietly. "A hot mouth?" Betty said. "A mouth like that is the way to make it. Now let me tell you something. That takes technique."
"Technique?" Betty said, "I don't understand at all."
"Of course you don't darling," she said, "you probably are giving completely unsatisfactory love to whoever you're making it with."
"Well, what makes you think that I am making it with anybody?" Betty asked her sister Liz.
"Oh, something about the way you walk honey," she said, "you've got that certain walk like you have been fucked a lot lately."
"Does it show?" she asked.
"Sure it does darling," she said, "and it doesn't matter. But I do think that you aren't giving satisfactory sex. For example, can you tell me how to whip your tongue around the head of a penis?"
"Well I don't know," she said, "I think instinct just takes over."
Liz threw her head back and laughed again.
"That's where you are all wrong, darling," she said, "you can't count on instinct for a damn thing. You have to use your head about his head if you know what I mean."
"That's a pun," Betty said.
"And a pretty good one too, darling," she said, "if you will use your head on his head you will both be ahead."
"You're awfully cute aren't you?"
"That's what they tell me," Liz said. "Now honey, let me explain something. Most women go at it too fast. The important thing is time. Let your tongue whip over the head of the penis shaft slowly. And then dip it in the small slit once or twice then build up a suction."
"You make it sound like a fucking recipe."
"Well maybe it should be a recipe," she said, "something that is engraved on every wedding certificate. More homes would be happy, if the people would do these things. And likewise, the men should learn how to eat pussy too. Eating pussy is really an art. I've only had two men in my life who have ever eaten me the way that I should be eaten."
"Well, well," Betty said, "you are very particular. And probably dear, considering the number of men that you have had, that is paying quite a compliment to those men."
"That's true," Liz said, "would you like something more to drink?"
"It would help," Betty said, "listening to what you are telling me requires quite a bit of liquid refreshment."
Then, she explained a few other details about oral sex.
"One way to do it, darling, is to grab the asscheeks. You squeeze, and let the mouth slip over the head of the shaft. Then you hang on with your mouth and do it real good. Let him ram it down your throat. And give him the kind of action that he deserves."
"You've got it down to a science," Betty marveled at her sister.
"Sweetheart," she said, "you can't make money at it unless you have it down to a science. There's a lot of competition in this field too. And don't ever let anyone tell you that there isn't. I don't know as you would qualify at all."
"Well, I'm not interested," she told her quickly, "and I'm certainly not interested in carrying this conversation on any longer. It is getting a little bit too revolting for me."
"Well I'm sorry about that," she said, "I really am."
"Darling," she said quickly, "I want to tell you something. You really have to listen to me. And I want you to listen to me close."
"I'm listening honey," she said eagerly, "and it's very important that you do as I tell you."
"I will, baby," she smiled, "but first let me tell you something."
"What dear?" she said.
"I'm not interested in playing around the way you have. In common terms you are a slut."
"I ought to slap your face," Liz told her sister Betty. "However, darling I realize that you don't know what you're talking about. So I won't. But I brought a lot of happiness to men. For example, men who's wives are ill. What are those studs going to do when their wives are in the hospital?"
"Oh, you're going to make yourself sound so noble. The slut with the heart of gold. Well, I don't believe that crap," she said.
The two women fenced with words, and then Betty said curiously, "maybe I should listen to you. Maybe I would be much better if I would just listen to what you have to say. Probably you do exotic things that I need to learn to do."
"Well, I do baby," she said, "and I do it proud."
"Tell me some more of those marvelous things that you have learned to do."
"Well there is one thing that they always like," she said, "I like to dip their testicles in honey. Then I lick the honey off of their balls. They dig that. Another thing dear, is to spread whipped cream all over the shaft and on the cock. Then you lick the whipped cream off. They dig that in a big way."
"Well well," she said, "more excitement. A real gourmet on sex. I suppose dear, you would like me to praise you?"
"I'm not interested in your praise," she said, "it wouldn't make any difference in my income. I am interested in the praise of the men that I ball. It is important that I give them a good time. And you can be sure darling that I do give them a simply marvelous time."
"You aren't afraid of congratulating yourself, are you?" Betty told Liz.
"Why no dear," she said, "not at all. I have had men really go wild for me. They would want me to meet them again and again but I had to draw the line. About six times is all I care to be involved with a guy."
"Why is that dear?" Betty smiled. "For the very simple reason that I have no intention of ever getting serious. I think that would be terribly dull to be confined to one man. Can you imagine going to bed an entire lifetime with the same cock?"
"Well that isn't the way you're supposed to look at it," Betty tried to remonstrate with her sister. "The idea is not just a body connection. It's two souls connecting. It's two minds connecting. It's two lives connecting."
"Skip the idealism," Liz said casually, "a fuck, is a fuck, is a fuck."
"You really are something else," she said, "I'm disgusted with you."
"Now don't talk about me," she said, "at least I'm not in jail. What about our dear dad?"
"Well dad never took all of that money from the bank," Betty stood by her father quickly, "he was framed. Someone else has the money and he took the bum rap."
"That's what he has been telling you," she said, "do you believe it?"
"Of course I do," she said, "dad would never stoop to do anything that was wrong."
Liz again threw her head back and laughed.
"Dad was doing things that were wrong from my first memory."
"You would speak that way about him wouldn't you?" Betty said angrily, "you never did care for dad. And one reason, is because that dad cared more for me than he did for you. And I think that made you jealous."
"Thank god he didn't care for me," she said, "because I wouldn't have cared to sleep with the old man like you did."
Betty got to her feet, her face reddening.
"Are you trying to say that dad and I did things?" she demanded.
"Honey," she said, "maybe you don't remember this. But when you were about ten, I caught you doing things with daddy. I told mother about it, and mother didn't want to make a big stink."
"Disgusting little bitch," Betty said evenly, "I would never do anything with dad."
"You have forgotten everything because you want to," Liz explained, "that's what they call psychological blackout, baby. Maybe, if you will be honest for once you can recall some of the ugly, sordid details that daddy put you through. Frankly, I think daddy's in his right place."
"You bitch," she said tightly, "I don't know how you can talk that way about him."
"I do," Liz said, "I certainly do. He didn't do any good for our name. He dragged it through the mud. Getting caught in that bank robbery."
"Have you no heart?" Betty asked her sister Liz. "Dad isn't guilty. He's no more guilty than you or I of taking that money. I don't know how, I don't know who framed the old man. But dad was never capable of doing such a thing."
Liz smirked. She didn't say a word. Her eyes were cold and calculating as she looked at her sister.
"Little Miss Puritan aren't we?" she said softly.
"I'm not all that pure," Betty assured her.
"Pure as the drifted snow," Liz said, as she looked off vaguely.
"Get back here to earth, baby," Betty snapped indignantly, "I've had sex. As a matter-of-fact. I have had it with one of my students."
That brought her back to life.
"Oh, I would dig having sex with one of those young studs," Liz said eagerly, "would you give me an introduction?"
"Oh you wouldn't be interested in him," Betty said, "he doesn't have any money to pay your price. I'm sure that you have got your pussy set at a high price."
"I would do it free with him," she said, "I dig young men."
"Well you can dig all of the young men that you want to," she said, "because let me tell you something. You're not going to have him."
"So you've got a thing going with one of your students?" Liz said arching an eyebrow. "And you call me trash. That's what they call molestation, honey."
"No they don't," she said, "he's nineteen."
"Well, no, by the letter of the law, darling," she said, "but there are higher laws aren't there dear?"
"How would you know?" Betty said, "you have lived by the lowest laws."
A look of the jungle animal surged into her sister's eyes as she glared at her.
"I have taken just about all of the insults that I care to take from you, baby."
"Why no," Betty said, "let's talk the truth. You said I hadn't been around. Well baby, I have not only been around with one of my students, I have a member of the faculty that is wild about me."
"Some old guy?" she smiled. "Some old guy who wants a little side adventure?"
"No," she said, "The best looking young stud in the school. And baby you can't have him."
"Well, I don't need him," she said, "I can get my own. I was just really trying to give you some tips, because I was sure that you weren't much of a lover."
"What would make you think that?" Betty asked angrily.
"Because, baby," she said, "you're just not the type. You've always been one of those idealist. And having sex isn't exactly an ideal situation. The position is ridiculous, and the outcome is absurb. And darling, a lot of low motives go into the act. So with you placing such high values on such a low act, I wonder if you would ever find anyone who would have sex with you."
"Well you don't have to worry about me, sweetheart," she assured her sister, "I can get all the action I want."
"Sure you can give it away," Liz said, "like a lot of other fools. Men only appreciate it when they have to pay for it."
"That's a very materialistic attitude," her sister insisted.
"Well it happens to be the truth, honey," she said, "and don't let anybody fool you. The same old pussy that is given away free, some woman get a hundred bucks an hour for it. And you know what?"
"What point are you trying to make?"
"Then men who pay for it through the nose, love it. They think it's better."
"You're disgusting," her sister said, "and I mean disgusting."
"I happen to be telling the truth," she said, "and that is what you don't want to hear. Most people don't like the truth."
"No," she said, "I suppose they don't."
"I suppose you don't," Liz corrected her. "The truth is honey, that you don't know how to make love."
"Oh, yes I do," she said, "I've done about everything."
"Have you had it sixty-nine style?" Liz said with a smirk.
"No, I haven't. What is that?"
"That, happens to be the most sensational way to make it of all."
"Who says so?" she demanded.
"Everybody who's tried it honey," she said, "it works like this. You see, the man makes a nose dive down to the pussy, while the woman grabs at his rod. And then, at the same time, they do each other."
"Well I suppose the double action would be interesting," Betty admitted.
"It not only is interesting baby," her sister told her, "it's sensational. I just love having my pussy taken care of this way. And don't think it doesn't act as a catalyst for me giving a super you know what."
"Alright," Betty said, "I guess I can try that the next time I have sex with my young stud."
"While he isn't under age honey," her sister reminded her, "I suppose you can still get kicked out of the college for having sex with a student couldn't you?"
"Why do you bring that up?" Betty demanded.
"To see how far out you are honey," she said, "I think you've lost touch with reality. Any teacher, who carries on with a student is subject to so much trouble that it really isn't worth it. You ought to play around with that professor you say you're making it with. Of course I believe about half of what you say."
"Well I'm not lying to you," Betty assured Liz, "I don't have to lie. I can tell you the truth."
As Betty looked at the pile of pictures of her sister in the act, she became more and more curious about positions.
"Let me look at those," she said.
Liz smiled.
"Why of course dear," she said, "you might learn something. And I'm sure that might help make you much happier if you knew how to satisfy your man."
"I'm sure," she said.
As she gazed at the photos, she became more and more eager to try out some of the positions. There was her sister, sitting on the bed throwing her legs around a young stud. The young man was wrapping his arms around her, and kissing her lips passionately.
"That's a good position for a rock fuck."
"A rock fuck?" Betty asked Liz, "what on earth is that?"
"It's a beautiful way to make it dear," she assured her, "the body rocks back and forth on the big stick."
"Beautiful," she smiled, "tell me more."
"You move from the rock fuck sitting position to a kneeling position. Look at the next picture."
Sure enough, there was Liz in all of her naked glory. Her great breasts were pressed against the young lover. And the young lover was kneeling. He was grasping her asscheeks, as he pressed his tool into her.
"We had a hard time getting that shot," Liz giggled, "you see, Herman wanted to stab away. And I wanted to get a picture of the big shaft sliding in."
"How did you bribe him?" her sister laughed.
"It wasn't too difficult," she said, "all I had to do was tell him that I would pull my pussy off his peter."
"Beautiful," she laughed, "I see honey, that you really are a first class slut."
"Well, as long as I'm first class, Betty," Liz laughed. "Look at this picture, baby."
There she was, her head was looking at the ceiling. And the picture showed her lying on her side. Her great naked breasts didn't sag a bit. Betty was jealous of her sister's beautiful body.
"Don't I look in great shape there, honey?" Liz asked her.
"Yes," her sister replied evenly. Then, the hard tool stabbed away. "Look at her go," she said, "that is what I call fucking."
The next shot depicted Liz standing beside the bed. She was arched over, with her hands down on the bed. The pressure was applied to her wrists. And her breasts were hanging there. Now, the man was bending over, gliding in.
"What are you doing there?" she asked her sister.
"He's fingering the vagina via the back door honey," she said. "And was he ever good at it. He was one of my best lovers."
"Oh, look at this picture," Betty laughed, as she saw her sister in another position. Now, Liz was lying on her side at the edge of the bed. She was throwing her leg over her lover's shoulder. And her lover was standing at an angle. He was sliding his great tool in at a completely different angle. Both of them were looking as if they were in sexual ecstasy.
"It looks like you two were having a tremendous time," she said.
"We really were," she assured her.
"Well that's what I call the old super fuck," Liz smiled proudly. "You should have seen that tiger throw it to me."
"Well I can see from the picture, that he was really enjoying it."
"He certainly was dear," she said. "Now look at that picture."
The next photo displayed Liz bending over the bed. She was arching her ass up. And her lover was grabbing her hips as he guided himself into her slit.
"There are so many of these pictures from the back side, that one might think that the guy was giving you an ass fuck."
"No honey," Liz explained, "but a lot of guys dig this action, sliding it in from behind. They can get better thrust that way. It slides in farther."
"That's a good thing to know," Betty assured her.
Reaching down, she picked up another picture. There was her sister, riding a man. The man was lying on his back. And her sister, Liz was sliding her pussy down, over the man's tool. She was angled so that her back was facing the man.
"That's a strange position," Betty observed.
"It may look strange," her sister told her frankly, "but it feels fantastic. "So they tell you?" Betty laughed.
"Well if enough of them say so, baby," she said, "I've got to believe them."
"Of course," Betty said, "let's see another picture. This is getting very interesting."
"And stimulating too," Liz said eying her sister.
Now, the picture depicted the young man at the edge of the bed. He was leaning back on his elbows. He was resting the arch in his ass at the side of the bed, while Liz straddled him. Liz's hand was gripping his tool. His shaft was in her part way.
"You're guiding his penis in there aren't you?" Betty giggled.
"Well sure I am, honey," she said, "it's a good thing to help the guy. And I'm always ready and willing to help."
"I'm sure that you are, baby," she smiled.
In the next photo, Betty observed her sister Liz was bending over the bed. She was kicking her body up, and the young man was standing behind her ramming it in. His hands were on her breasts, and she was looking to the ceiling with a fantastic look of pleasure.
"You look happy getting it that way, honey," Betty smiled.
"I like it every way," she assured her. "You might say that I'm cock crazy."
"Well it's a good thing in your line of business," Betty said, "that should make your work easier."
"Well it does and it doesn't," Liz admitted, "some times I get hooked on a real big cock. I want to have it."
"Well you get it," Betty said, not quite understanding what her sister meant.
"Yes, I get it for a one night stand. But sometimes I would like it a few more times."
"Yes," her sister reminded her, "you said you set your maximum times of sex with any man at six."
"True," she said, "but sometimes I would like to go steady. And of course in my profession that is impossible. It's against our professional code."
"You are quite a professional," Betty observed, "I can see that you want to do everything just the way it should be done."
"Why yes, of course, honey," she said, "that's the only way to fuck."
"You know if I get canned from my position, for playing around with this good looking young stud, maybe you could line me up in this kind of work."
"That's what I was thinking," Liz admitted, "I thought a good sister act could make a fortune. If we could go out, and have a little orgy can you imagine how we would clean up in one night. Some men are just wild about having two women. They want a woman, that they can eat. And at the same time, they want a woman eating their penis."
"Well, it sounds simply delicious," Betty admitted, "maybe sometime, just for the fun of it I could join you."
"Oh, I don't think you would ever do that," Liz admitted, "I think that you would like to, but at the last minute you would pull out."
"Maybe you're right," Betty admitted, "I'm afraid of getting too involved sexually. I am afraid that I have enough for myself right now to handle. I will be lucky to survive all of the tangles that I'm in right now."
"I do feel sad sometimes about dad," Liz said softly. "He isn't such a bad sort. I wish there was a way I could spring him."
"Well, sending the cake in with the file has gone out of style. Nowadays, you have to have a lot of money to get a lawyer. And he can do far more than any file in a cake could do anytime."
"And that kind of lawyer costs a lot of money," Liz reminded her.
"I know only too well," Betty said. "But I do have one friend in school, my lover, who says that he will help me. Maybe, he can figure out something that would spring dad. There is no reason in the world that he should have to sweat behind bars the rest of his life. For something I'm quite sure he never did. He's never mentioned the money to you, has he Liz?"
"Of course not," Liz said quickly, "if he had ever mentioned it to me I would have told you. You know me well enough to know that."
"Where that much money is concerned," Betty told her sister frankly, "many people will do many things."
"I'm not interested in stolen money," Liz insisted, "I think it is wrong to steal. And to steal half a million from a bank is really wrong. Like, they can send you up for as long as they sent dad up."
"Precisely," Betty said, "I don't care to go the crime route. It's a pretty grim way to make it."
"You know it," Liz said, "I deal with some characters, who have links to the underworld. They never talk about their business deals. However, they refer to their get togethers as conferences. All the time, they're having to dismiss themselves from the most exciting sexual acts, for these conferences. Then, you read about it in the next morning paper. Somebody has had a bullet through their head. Strange conferences. Well, it's not my fault. I'm not connected, except sexually."
"Did you ever have anyone who had ever killed anyone?" Betty asked her sister Liz.
"Tony the trigger man," she said, "he bumped off a few people. He was a bodyguard for an underworld king pin."
"How revolting," Betty said, "I wouldn't want to have sex with anybody who had killed anybody."
"Well, Tony was wonderful. He paid well, and he was a good lover. Had a good tongue. A long reach."
"Is it the reach that counts?" Betty asked.
"Of course it is," her sister said angrily. "Don't you even know that?"
"I don't know too much about sex," Betty admitted.
"Well apparently not," Liz said, "you ought to thank your lucky stars that you have me to tell you a thing or two. Where would you be without me?"
"Thank you, honey," Betty smiled. "I'm sure that you will help steer me on the right track."
CHAPTER FOUR
When Betty left her sister Liz that night, many thoughts were whirling through her mind. She was very surprised to find out what her sister was doing for a living. It bothered her, to think that her father was in jail, and her sister was leading a life of a whore. Nevertheless, she tried to console herself. She thought about the girl who had written the book, about her sexual life. Telling every little adventure. And she reasoned that if this girl could reveal all of her past, and appear on television, then her sister probably wasn't doing such a bad thing. She tried to lay it all through her puritanical moral code, which kept telling her that her sister was awful. When she got to her home, she got a big surprise. For she hadn't been in her apartment five minutes before someone was pounding on the door.
"Who is it?" she called out as she turned around to answer the door.
"Dave," he told her, "and I want to see you."
"What about, Dave?" she asked.
"About your father," he said.
"Alright," she said, "come in."
"I've been doing a little investigating," Dave told her, "and I think that there is a chance that I can get a man who will work to try and free your father without taking us to the cleaners."
"Oh, that's great news," , she said, "how do you think we can do this?"
"Well it won't be easy," he assured her, "but we've got to act. And we've got to act fast."
"I'm game to do anything I can to help," she agreed.
"Well," Dave began, "the first thing I found out from the investigator that I got to work on the case, was that there is someone else under suspicion. However, this person is playing it very cagey."
"Who?" she asked.
"The man who worked with your father at the bank," he said.
"Ted?" she asked, "you mean they suspect Ted?"
"Yes," he said, "they suspect Ted. And for a very good reason. Ted has just bought a new Mercedes."
"Well how can he afford it?" she said, "he doesn't make much more money than dad does."
"That's right," Dave assured her, "that is why they are suspicious."
"Oh Ted would never do a thing like that."
"For a half a million dollars," Dave reminded her, "a lot of people will do a lot of things."
"Well I guess that's true," she said, "but I would never suspect Ted."
"Well, the investigators do. But they can't pin a thing on him. You see, your father was the last man that was supposed to have the money wrapped when the guards came to take it to the main bank. However, there is always a possibility that Ted could have reached over, slipped the bills away when your father wasn't looking."
"Like a magician," she said.
"Precisely," Dave said, "and we have discovered that Ted is an amateur magician."
"No," she said in surprise, "you found that out already?"
"I haven't found that out," Dave informed her, "but the investigator has. Ted has spent his time for years going to an amateur magician club on Wednesday nights. They pull quite a crowd those amateur magicians. And they say that Ted is sensational in different acts that he can perform. Especially, disappearing acts."
"I see," she said, "and so the vanishing money may be related to Ted's magic act."
"Right on," he smiled at her, "and now baby, how about some sex?"
"Oh Dave," she said, "it's so late. And I'm a little loaded."
"Honey I don't care if you're a little loaded or not," he smiled, "I want to ball you. Come on let me have it."
"Do you have to?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said, "we've got to."
Dave was so eager for sex, he wasn't wasting any time. He reached down and unzipped his fly. Then he pulled his long penis out and pointed it at her.
"Dave," she complained, "couldn't you be a little more subtle about it?"
"How can I when I am this horny, honey?" he smiled at her, "I want it."
"Sure you do darling," she said, "but you're coming on too strong."
"Am I?" he smiled slyly, "baby, I want it now."
"David," she complained, "you're impossible."
"No I'm not, baby," he grinned, "you know you want it. And you want it bad."
"Yes darling I do want it," she admitted, "but I don't want you coming on like that."
"Sorry about that, honey," he said, "I don't appreciate that."
Insomuch as he had done so much to help her in her search to find a way to bring her father out of jail, she decided she might as well play along with him.
"David darling," she suggested quietly, "why don't you take a nice shower with me. Or, I could wash you off in the tub. I don't like to just get into sex like that. I like a little preliminary."
"I'm not interested in preliminaries," he said, "I'm interested in action."
"Honey," she insisted, "please."
"No," he objected, "I want it here and now. On your knees, and let me stab it into your mouth."
"You're being impossible," she complained, "come into the bedroom. Let's undress in there."
Realizing that she was going to be difficult about it, Dave decided he might as well play along with her.
"Alright honey," he said, "if that's the way it must be, baby."
"That's the way it must be," she said, as she stalked into the bedroom.
Slowly, she began undressing. She took her time about it, to give David his kicks. At the same time she wanted to talk about her father.
"David," she said, "do you think that we can get him out by Christmas?"
"I can't promise anything," David said, as he started undressing himself. "And when we are balling, I don't want to be talking about your father. Do you mind?"
"No I don't mind," she said, "it's just that it gets so exciting whenever I think about it."
"I know you do, honey," he said, "but you have to relax."
When she was down to her panties and bra, he really was turned on.
"Boy you've got a gorgeous body," he said quickly, "I can hardly wait to ball you."
"Hang in there, honey," she said, "I'll be ready in a minute."
Now he was really getting excited. He walked over to her, and began stroking her buttocks.
"Oh baby, does that ever look good enough to eat."
"Honey I don't want you to eat my ass out," she said, "but if you want to eat my pussy that's okay."
"I would love to eat your pussy," he assured her, "now baby, let's get in that shower."
Together, they got into the shower. And then, she noticed his cock was so hard it was making it difficult for them both to stand in the shower.
"How long is that thing?" she asked him curiously.
"It's a good nine inches," he said, "and baby, I know how to use every inch of it."
"I know you do, darling," she said, "I love it when you give me a good balling."
Now, they were both eager for it. She grasped his tool in her hand and began massaging it slowly.
"Oh, it feels so good when you massage it like that," he told her, "I really dig that."
He was getting more and more excited every second.
"Oh keep that up, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, yes honey, yes."
She was getting more excited every second too.
"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "that's what I want. That's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building every second.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "that's how to do it. Oh yes, yes."
Now she was dizzy with delight.
"Oh honey," he panted, "feel the balls. Rub them with your hand."
She was using one hand on his penis, and the other on his bulging balls.
"You know they are swelling up," she told him, "they really are."
"Well sure they swell," he told her, "didn't you know that?"
"Well no I didn't," she admitted, "I guess it's when you get real stimulated."
"That's it," he said, "that's the way the balls work."
"Well baby," she said, "I guess you're getting stimulated with me aren't you?"
"With your sexual equipment," he said, as he reached for the bar of soap from the tub and massaged her breasts.
"Now let's see those nipples become nice and erect."
As he played with her, she noticed her nipples were getting more erect every second.
"Oh honey that feels so good," she told him, "keep doing that. Oh yes, I like that. That's the way to do it. Oh, baby, that's it."
The pleasure was building every moment now.
"Oh do it, darling," he told her, "do it!"
The sensations that were flooding through her now, as his hot hands went up and down her soapy breasts, and her hands working on his balls and his penis, were bringing her to the brink of sexual ecstasy. She could feel her mound moistening, as he played with her.
"I can hardly wait to fuck you," he told her, "and we are really going to enjoy it too, baby."
"Sure we are, darling," she assured him, "I love getting screwed by you."
He told her confidentially, "you know your ass looks so good to me that I would like to fuck it too."
She shook her head indignantly.
"That's one trip that I'm not going to take. But baby if you want to slide it into my pussy from behind, that's okay. That's a real good angle."
"Okay," he agreed.
Now, she turned around. He applied the soap to her buttocks. And then, gripping them, he parted them as he slowly slid his soapy penis in there. With a hard and sudden stab he rode into her.
"That's the way to do it," he told her, "that's it."
The sensations that were flooding through him now, were driving him out of his gourd.
"Fuck it," he demanded, "fuck!"
She twisted her hips around, and he loved her churning ass movements.
"Oh, baby, from this angle it is fantastic," he assured her, "I love that."
The pleasure was building every moment now.
"Keep it up, darling," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh yes, honey, fuck!"
He was bending over now, and really ramming it in there.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "what a nice tight box you've got. Oh yes, yes, darling, that's what I like. Twist your tail."
She kept her tail twisting for him. And the excitement was building every second.
"Fuck it!" he panted, "yes, baby, yes, keep that going. That's the way. Action baby, action!"
The super sensations that were flooding through him now, were driving him up the wall.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh yes, twist, grind it. Oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The super sensations were now flooding through him, and his hot penis exploded in her.
"Oh, grind it around, baby," he told her, "that's how I like it. Grind your ass around!"
She ground her hips around, giving him the sensations of his life.
"Oh yes, sweetheart," he told her, "that's the way to fuck it. Oh yes!"
Every second, was more exciting than the last. She was really pleased with the wild sensations that he was producing in her body. Electrical waves of sexual excitement surged through her.
"Oh fuck," he told her, "fuck it baby, fuck!"
It seemed as if the pleasure would never end.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's the way I like it. All the way honey. Oh yes, yes, fuck it!"
Now, she was dizzy with delight.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, fuck, fuck!"
She knew that Dave would be headed for a double header, if he kept ramming it this way.
And it seemed as if he would never stop. Bending over he gripped her breasts. And went on sliding his slippery penis into her. She felt herself juicing now, as the sensations overpowered her.
"Oh I'm cuming," she gasped, "I'm cuming."
"That's what I was waiting for," he explained, "I wanted you to make it with me too. If we couldn't make it on target baby, I wanted to make it as close as possible."
She was proud that she brought him there, and delighted that she had made it with him.
When he had finished, and slid out of her, they walked into the bedroom. He now had another rigid hard-on. She looked at it and smiled.
"You sure keep that hard-on a long time."
"I can't help it," he said, "I guess I'm oversexed."
"I guess you are," she said quietly, "and I suppose you want me to do something about it."
"I wish you would, honey," he told her.
"Alright darling," she said.
They went over to the bed, and he slid a pillow underneath his buttocks. And then, he threw his legs up in the air.
"Now baby," he said, "I wish that you would give me a real good time."
She grabbed his penis in her hand, and let her mouth slip slowly down over it.
"Oh-h-h-h yes, baby, that's what I like," he said, "use that tongue."
As the tongue swept over the smooth crown of the penis, he became more and more excited.
"Oh, keep that up," he begged, "that's beautiful. Yes, yes, keep that going!"
The super sensations, were surging through her now. She loved the feel of it.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want!"
The tremendous pleasure that he was deriving now was more than he had ever experienced before. He threw his legs out, and gripped her with his thighs. Then he let his hands reach out and grab her.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, I want that!"
Her mouth traveled swiftly up and down the huge penis shaft.
"Oh yes, yes, that's it, baby," he panted, as he thrust harder.
She felt it touching the back of her throat. And then she felt him sliding down there.
Now, he was ramming it to her in piston-like thrusts. She could feel him start to juice.
"Oh, eat me," he panted excitedly, "eat me, baby. That's it. Oh yes, yes, faster honey, faster!"
The sensations wouldn't stop. He was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want!"
Suddenly the big penis exploded. The hot creamy thick cum shot down her throat.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like, baby. Yes baby, yes, that's beautiful!"
Now he was almost off the bed, as his rock hard cock shot down her throat.
"Eat it," he cried ecstatically, "yes, that's it. Yes!"
More juice shot out in a steady thick stream. She gulped it all down. She enjoyed the taste of his sperm. She was amazed how much she was enjoying him.
When she had finished getting all of the juice, she slid her mouth off. She looked at him with happy eyes.
"I really enjoyed that honey," she admitted quietly, "it was sensational."
"Well, I'm sure glad that you did, baby," he told her, "because I enjoyed it too."
"I'm glad," she said quietly, "I really am."
They were looking into each other's eyes now, and the soul feeling that passed between them was incredible.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "you are too much."
"Am I?" she smiled.
"You bet you are, baby," he told her.
There was no doubt about it, she was hooked on him.
She gripped his tool tightly and squeezed it.
Then she massaged it and his balls with her finger tips.
"You like that don't you?" he said.
She nodded, her eyes moist and glistening.
"Well I guess you have gotten hooked on me," he said, "that was what I wanted. Now baby, if you will return the favor, would you slide yourself up here and press that sweet juicy pussy of yours over my mouth. I want to get a taste of you."
She nodded, as she moved forward. She straddled him, and loved the sight of him as he brought his lips even with her vagina lips. She picked up a pillow, and placed it in back of his head. To give him a better position. Now he could let his hot tongue slide out and go to town.
"That's beautiful, baby," he told her, "just beautiful. Go to it."
The sensations now were building every moment.
"Do it baby," she begged. "I love it!"
The hot thrusting tongue slid into her. His hands reached up to grip her breasts. He played with the nipples. He pinched them, as his tongue slid in farther and farther. She wiggled her butt about. Instantly, he dropped her breasts and reached for her buttocks. He held her in place.
"That's beautiful, baby," she told him, "that's what I like!"
Now, he was going to town. "Eat it," she panted, "eat my pussy. That's it. Let me press down there, baby, and you eat it!" He was enjoying it now more than ever. "That's the way I like it," she panted, "yes baby, yes, that's the way to do it!"
She pumped her pussy down on his tongue. He stiffened his tongue, making it easier for her to do her thing.
"Do it, baby," she panted, "yes, yes, shove it way up there. That's it, stiffen your tongue and stab it!"
He was driving it in faster and faster now. And she loved it. She gripped his head, and ran her fingers through his curly hair.
"Eat it," she said in a demeaning voice, "eat my pussy. That's it, baby, eat it, eat it!"
There was no doubt about it, he was really good at this. She loved the rhythm that he was developing with the tongue.
"Keep it up, baby," she told him, "that's wild. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it. Oh, baby!"
Then she juiced. She couldn't stand it any longer. She moaned and groaned and turned and twisted, as she juiced in his face.
"Lick it up," she panted, "lick it baby, lick it!"
He kept his tongue sliding in there smoothly, devouring her. Now, she was really happy. Her whole expression had changed. She was radiant. Aglow with the thrill of being loved.
"Oh honey," she panted, "I really enjoyed that."
"So did I, baby," he told her.
She pulled away and laid beside him. His arm went around her.
"We're a pretty good fucking team," he said, "and we know how to have a good time don't we?"
"You bet we do," she laughed.
"You know, baby," he told her, "I think I'm going to help you. I think we are going to be able to free your father. Wouldn't that be terrific?"
She patted his ass as she looked into his eyes.
"Dave darling, you're wonderful," she told him, "I've never met anyone like you."
"Well I'm glad you appreciate me," he said, "I have gone to a lot of bother, baby."
"Not many people will," she said, "you never realize how terrible it is to be all alone in this world until there is some problem that you can't solve."
"Well there is a problem you can solve for me," he said, "you know what that is?"
"I have no idea honey," she said, "what do you want?"
"I want you to explore my body with your mouth. I want you to use your tongue. Go down on me, honey. Give me some real super exciment."
Now, he was really turned on. And it wasn't going to be much longer. She immediately suggested, "why don't you turn over, so I can turn on. I'll press my breasts against your buttocks and then I'll kiss you all over. In your most intimate places. I guess you will like that."
"I would love it," he said, "when I was in the war, over in Viet Nam I found a chick who would do everything that way. I never desired any woman to kiss me. Not like that. Now, I like it. I like it in the hollow behind my knee. I like it when you lick the asscheeks. I love it when you lick my chest. And baby, I'm really susceptible to oral stimulation from you. That's because I dig you so much. I think it's the breasts. You've got the most gorgeous breasts I've ever seen."
"Oh they are not that great," she said, "now turn over."
Patiently, he turned over. And then, she applied her finger tips to his back. Gently, she massaged. She moved down to his torrid zone. Then, she slid her hands between his legs. He loved the feel of her hot hands between his asscheeks.
"That feels great to me," he told her, "yes I like that!"
Then, her hands pressed on his prostate.
"Oh yes, baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Right there!"
The super sensations that were flooding through him now, were really pleasing him.
"Baby," he panted, "what I want you to do next, you're going to enjoy. I want you to lick. Lick the buttocks."
She licked his asscheeks. Then, she licked his back. He lifted his legs and he said, "lick under my knees. I like it there too."
She laughed, as she licked. She could hardly understand how he could want so many things. Then, he explained to her, "the toes can be excited too. I want you to suck on each toe."
She went down to his toes. He slid them to her and her mouth went down over them. Her mouth went over the big toe as if it were a penis. She worked her mouth over each toe down to the small toe. Then, she began on the other foot.
"Yes baby, yes baby," he begged, "keep that up. This is what I call loving. Oh baby, do me!"
The pleasure now was building. And he was enjoying it more every second.
"Keep it up, darling," he panted, "yes, yes, that's what I want baby, oh yes!"
The super sensations that were flooding through his being now, were increasing in momentum. For, she was licking vigorously.
"Oh do me, baby," he begged, "do me!"
Suddenly, her breasts were pressing on his buttocks. He pushed forward as she pushed down.
"Oh honey that's really pleasurable," he told her, "that is super. Oh honey, you press down and I'll press down. That soft breast flesh really excites me."
There was no doubt about it, she knew how to do it.
"Keep it up, baby," he begged, "that's it. Oh baby, I really love that. We are exploring the heights together. Oh baby, this is groovy!"
Now, she knew that this was his supreme pleasure. However, she figured she might as well finish it off with one good blow job.
"Give it to me," he said, as he flipped over and forced his giant size cock in her face. She grabbed it vigorously, mouthing it. She went down on it, quickly. It seemed harder than it had ever been before. She loved the sight of the saliva slickened shaft as she ran her mouth swiftly up and down on it.
"Faster, baby," he begged, "that's how I like it. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it. Faster, baby."
She was really going to town now. And he was enjoying it more every second.
"Keep it up, baby," he panted, "keep it going. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's it baby, do it!"
The super sensations were flooding through her now, and she could hardly stand it. She went on going up and down on him quickly.
"Baby," he panted, "now I want to stab it in you."
While it was still rigid, and ready, she released it. Then, she got on her back. She threw her legs up in the air, and he straddled her. With a hard, eager stab he thrust forward. Now he was ramming in there.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, now we're going to town!"
The hot, hard tool slid in there. With fast, driving movements he rammed it home. She locked her legs around him.
"That's it," he panted, "hang in there!"
She felt his flexing asscheeks as he rode.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me, baby!"
The wild screwing movements were building in momentum.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her, "that's it. Oh, yes honey, yes, that's what I want, baby. Do it!"
He was going to town now, and she was enjoying it. Every wild second of it.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's beautiful. Grab it with those pussy muscles. That's the way to do it baby, tighter baby, tighter!"
He was ramming it home with fierce force. All of her love was going out to David now. Her hands were all over his ass.
"Feel my buttocks, baby," he panted, "that's it. Grab my ass. Play with me."
She loved playing with his ass. It was firm, round. And she liked to slide her hands between his crack.
"Oh yes honey," he purred softly, as he went on stabbing away. Every cock stab brought her more pleasure.
"Oh do it, baby," he begged, "faster baby, faster!"
Now he was going out of his mind with delight as he went to town.
"Screw it," he begged, "oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want baby. Just like that!"
No doubt about it, he was getting a good hard fuck.
"Oh grind your hips, honey," he begged, "twist your tail. That's it. Snap the pussy!"
When he said snap the pussy, something snapped in her mind. She remembered all of the things that her sister Liz had told her. And she kept her pussy vibrating quickly.
"Like this lover?" she asked him.
"Yes, baby," he panted, "that's how I like it. Oh yes, fuck it!"
With rapid fire thrusts, he went to town.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, more baby, more. That's what I want. Do it!"
The super sensations were flooding through them now and were almost more than they could stand.
"Oh baby," he gasped, "fuck me. Fuck me baby, fuck me!"
Now, he was dizzy with delight.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, fuck it baby. Fuck it!"
Faster and faster the hard tool rode in there. And he was dizzy with delight. As she continued thrusting and twisting her tail for him.
"Wiggle your breasts, baby," he told her, "that's how I like it. Oh yes, excite me honey. That's the way to do me!"
She didn't stop wiggling for a moment. Every second was more intensely exciting.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her, "that's it, baby. Oh we're really going to come crashing to a super climax!"
Now, he was ramming it in there, in fierce savage thrusts.
"Fuck it!" he cried excitedly, "fuck baby, fuck!"
All at once, the penis erupted. She threw her head back, and felt herself juicing at the same time.
"Right on target," he told her, "oh yes baby, yes baby, that's the way!"
The super sensations, that they had enjoyed were bringing them both fantastic delight and pleasure.
They continued thrusting together, until he had finished.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that is too much. You really gave me a good fuck!"
Now, he withdrew. And at this point, their lips were meeting in a soul kiss. Betty put everything into it. For not only had he loved her, he had been considerate of her. And she greatly appreciated his consideration.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "you are too much."
"Well I want to help you honey," he said, "and not just sexually."
As she lay there naked, with his big arm around her comfortingly, he spoke to her gently.
"You have suffered a lot, and it's not your fault. I really am proud of you honey."
"Proud of me?" she said, "why? It seems like I die one day, and begin living another day. But it's a treadmill existence."
"It's a treadmill existence for us all," he assured her, "we just have to do our best."
"Yes we do," she said, "and it's not easy for any of us."
"You can say that again," he said, "everybody has the same troubles."
"Ever since dad got put in jail, life has been hell for me. And then, I had some personal problems."
"Like what?" he asked curiously.
"Well they're personal," she said, "I can't tell you."
"Man trouble?" he asked, "you've got another guy that you're crazy about?"
"I can't talk about it," she said.
"Well that's it, isn't it?" he said.
"It could be," she said, "but I don't care to talk about it."
There was no doubt in her mind, but she was speaking of someone else that she was in love with. And he was curious to know.
"I don't want you two timing me, baby," he told her, "not when I'm being so good to you."
"I would never two time you," she assured him, "not when you've been so good to help me with my problems."
"I just wanted to make that point clear," he said, "because I don't know what I would do to a guy if I caught him balling with you."
"Oh don't think about such things," she said, "I can assure you, you satisfy me."
"Well I'm glad to know that," he said, "because I wanted to make you happy. And you know what I mean."
"Yes baby, I do," she assured him.
There was no doubt about it, she was crazy about the sensations that she was enjoying.
"Baby," he told her, "you are more than any other woman has meant to me."
"Well I'm glad you say that honey," she assured him.
"Well I mean it, darling," he said.
Once more they were kissing. And she was gaining great pleasure, in feeling him stiffen.
"Now Dave," she chided him, "don't you get another hard-on. You've had enough sex."
"I've never had enough sex," he assured her, "I would like to do it over and over."
"Sure you would honey," she told him, "but you've had your quota."
"No I haven't," he told her, "I want some more action."
There was no doubt about it, he was ready for more.
"I have to teach tomorrow," she said.
"No you don't," he said, "you can take a day off. Just call them up and tell them you're sick."
"But I'm not sick," she laughed.
"Well you can say you're sick and tired of teaching, can't you?" he laughed.
"I could," she assured him, "but I would never do a thing like that."
Indeed, she was disturbed and distressed the way he acted.
"You know, baby," he said, "I would like to fuck, fuck, and fuck. One time I fucked a chick nine times in one night."
"I don't believe it," she said.
"Why don't you?" he smiled. "I just don't," she said. "You want to try me tonight?" he said quietly. "No," she said.
"We could try every position in the book," he said.
The positions that her sister Liz had shown her flashed into her mind. And then she realized that maybe her sister Liz knew more about screwing than she did.
"You like a lot of positions?" she demanded.
"Yes I do," he said, "I like all kinds of positions."
"I suppose you would like to do it in a chair, and then you would like me to get on all fours and do it like a dog. Is that it?"
"Every position in the book," he said, "you name it, I want to do it."
"You're a sex fiend," she complained, "I don't believe in this."
"I say if a thing is worth doing it's worth doing well," he insisted.
Once more her sister's words flashed into her mind disturbingly.
"It seems I've heard that song before," she said, "and I don't like the sound of it."
"Why not?" he insisted, "isn't that a pretty good way to look at life?"
"Not in my book," she objected.
"Well how do you want me to look at it?" she asked curiously.
"I'll tell you how," he said, "get the most fun out of life. That's what living is all about. Having a good time."
"There's a lot more to life, than just having fun," she reminded him.
"Well, you have a right to your view, I have a right to mine."
"Yes," she said, "that's true. But when it comes to involving me in your view, that makes it my business too doesn't it?"
"It definitely does," he said frankly.
Now, they were looking at each other.
"You know you make me feel so edgy," she said, "I wish you wouldn't stare at me."
"I didn't know I was staring," he smiled.
He knew very well what he was doing. He was glancing down at her vagina. And it bothered her. Suddenly, he reached over and smoothly ran his hand over her slit.
"Take your hand away," she objected.
"No, baby," he said, "let's play some more."
"You've had enough action," she said, "how much do you expect?"
"Calm down, baby," he smiled smoothly, "just let me feel it."
"Take your hand away," she objected.
"Just a minute more, baby," he said, "I love this."
"I know you do," she said, "but I don't. Can you understand that?"
"No, baby," he said, "I don't understand that at all."
"Well you'd better," she objected, "because I'm getting mighty tired of this."
"So am I," he smiled, "now let me have some fun."
"Fun?" she smiled, "what on earth are you talking about?"
The two of them were glaring at each other. And it was getting her more angry every second.
"Go to hell," she said.
CHAPTER FIVE
There was no doubt in Betty Hardy's mind, that she had to do something. And do it fast. But what bothered her now, was the fact that Dave was becoming so demanding. She managed to put him off, for a while. However, he was insistent that she get involved in more sex. And she knew that she had to. The next day at school, when she was speaking to her young lover Jim, he suggested that they take a weekend together.
"Jim," she said, "I'm just not interested in more sex. Can't you understand?"
He looked at her tightly.
"No I don't understand at all," he said, "all I know is I haven't been getting mine lately. And you're doing it with somebody. Don't try and tell me you're not. I know you."
"Don't talk to me like that," she said angrily, "you have no right to."
"I'll talk to you any way I want to," he said evenly.
"Oh no you won't," she said tightly, "you are going to have a little respect for me."
"Respect for you?" he said, "I happen to know that you're playing around with somebody else. You don't fool me at all. You're an oversexed nympho."
"Look Jim," she said, "I've got to go to a faculty meeting, and I don't care to get involved in any more talk."
"Alright," Jim smiled, "I'll excuse you for a while. But I'm going to call when you get home. And you'd better have your ass there. Because I want to fuck it."
"Alright," she said under her breath, "I'll talk to you tonight. Now beat it."
He smiled and waved as he walked away from her. There was something that upset her about this young stud. She knew that she had really gotten him turned on. And more than that, she knew that now there was no way of turning back. He was hot for it, and she knew there was going to be plenty of trouble. She went to the faculty meeting, and the head of the college had a lot of hot air to get rid of. He began by warning the teachers.
"I've been hearing that some of you like to go to a nude beach," he smiled. "Now there is nothing wrong with going around nude, in your own home."
He gave a stern look at everyone in the faculty.
"Frankly, I think it's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard that some of you teachers would reduce themselves to the level of some of your students. I'm really disgusted."
She felt an earthquake going through her, as she thought about all that she had been doing. She knew very well about her dangerous sexual affair with her student, and it bothered her no end.
"Another thing that has come to my attention," he said, "is that some of the faculty has chosen to go around with some of the students. This is an extremely dangerous situation. One, that we will never tolerate."
Everyone looked around the room. Guilty expressions were all over the place.
"As a matter-of-fact, we had to fire a man last week. We found that he was having sex with one of the students right in the classroom."
There was silence now.
"Oh that's disgusting," one of the teachers said aloud.
"Of course it's disgusting," he said, "it seems that a lot of people around here have no morals anymore. And some of these same people, who are pushing for loose morals on sex are also pushing for drugs. They say that marijuana won't harm them. Well let me tell you something, any marijuana, or any drugs of any kind do damage. And we mustn't be fooled by what some people's warped desires would have us believe. As a matter-of-fact, it is vital that you understand that there isn't one drink that you can take that doesn't have some effect and there isn't one drug like marijuana that can be taken without some negative effects. But probably what the biggest evil is in all of these drugs is the weakness that it exhibits. As a matter-of-fact, the weakness is this. Rather than face reality, a lot of people are trying to escape reality. But it won't work. There is only one way to face life, and that is head on."
There was a general round of applause for the talk. Then, the period was over. After that, Betty walked out and hoped that Dave wouldn't follow her. But she was wrong.
"Hi gorgeous," Dave smiled as he went by her, "how about us getting together now?"
"You've got to be kidding," she laughed, "you have had more sex than any man that I know."
"Oh you like to exaggerate things don't you?" he smiled, "but that's not going to get you away from what I want to do to you."
"Well, baby," she said, "you must be kidding."
"I hope that you have gotten over that romantic illusion that males come along on white horses. They don't. They come along on hard cocks."
"Do you have to be so blunt?" she said disgustedly.
"Yes baby," he said, "I do have to with you. You are blinded by your own emotional outlooks. And when it comes to sex, I think you're living in a romantic never never land."
"Well let me decide that, baby," she said, "and all you are interested in is balling with me."
"Well, baby," he said.
"At your place," she said.
"Why at my place?" he asked curiously, "what if my girlfriend comes over?"
"That's nice," she said disgustedly, "so you've got a regular gal, and you're doing it with me on the side."
"We could go to a motel," he suggested.
"I don't dig motel fucking," she said, "it makes me feel like a tramp."
"Oh that's ridiculous," he insisted, "you don't have to feel that way at all."
It was obvious to her that she was going to have real problems and she was worried. She knew that it would be difficult to dump Dave.
It would be equally difficult to dump Jim. Satisfying both men could result in quite a few problems.
"Tell you what honey," she said, "I've got a few things to do. Maybe, we could work it this way. I could go to my place and meet you later. How would that be?"
"Alright," he said, "but I'm going to call you up as soon as you get home. I don't want you slipping out on me."
"Don't worry about it," she said.
She went to her apartment and waited for Jim's call. He wasn't long in calling.
"Hi there, baby," Jim began, "are you ready to roll?"
"Yes," she said, "I guess I am."
Even though she was opposed to the idea she knew that there was no way out. She invited him to come over but explained that he had to be quick.
"What's all the rush, baby?" he asked her, "is there someone else?"
"Maybe there is," she said, "I haven't signed an exclusive deal with you have I?"
"No, teach, but I wish you would."
"And don't call me teach," she objected emphatically, "I don't like it."
"Alright teach," he said, and hung up.
She slammed the phone down on the receiver and darted about the room in a rage. She knew, that she had a lot of things to do. She was eager to get it over with, with Jim, so she could get together with Dave and satisfy him. After all, Dave had agreed to help her get her father out of jail. A moment later, the phone rang.
"Damnit," she snapped, "I don't want to answer you."
Of course she didn't want to answer the phone. For she knew, that undoubtedly it would be Dave. And, that would mean arranging to get together at a motel.
"Hello," she began, "yes Dave."
"I'll be over in about two hours to pick you up sweetheart," he said, "and you better have your pussy lubricated."
"Don't worry about it," she told Dave angrily.
She had no sooner hung up the phone, when she heard someone knocking at the door.
"Who is it?" she called out angrily.
"Your lover," he said.
"That's not explicit enough," she called back crisply, "you'll have to do better than that."
"Jim," he said, "how about that?"
She went to the door and opened it. There stood Jim, eager and ready.
"Well, baby," he smiled, "do you ever look delicious. Good enough to eat."
"Don't talk so loud," she said, "do you want everyone in the whole building to hear?"
"I Wouldn't mind," he grinned.
She shut the door, and then turned on him.
"You are disgusting," she said, "you just won't leave me alone will you?"
"Oh, you look good when you're angry," he said, "the blood rushes all over your body. You look electric, alive. I would sure love to ball you now."
"Oh you're disgusting," she said evenly, "I can't tell you how angry you make me."
"I just want to make you," he said, "where do we do it?"
"Where do you want to do it, in the kitchen?"
"Not a bad idea," he suggested, "let's fuck in the kitchen."
"I won't," she complained.
"But you suggested it honey," he smiled, "let's make it in the kitchen."
She knew that she didn't have time to argue. Jim stepped forward quickly and then she followed him into the kitchen.
"Alright," she said, "I hope you're happy now."
Together, they began undressing in the kitchen.
"Do you want me to sit on the kitchen table?" she asked him.
"I would love that," he said quickly.
She sat up on the kitchen table, and didn't bother to take her clothes off.
"Now honey," he said, "that's not fair. I can't eat you like this. I want you undressed. I like naked pussy."
"Alright," she said evenly, "I'll strip."
She was tired of fighting back. She got to her feet and then began stripping. As he saw her peeling her clothes off, he couldn't wait to rock his cock into her.
"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "I can hardly wait to ride it into you."
"I guess you're really hot for it aren't you honey?" she smiled.
"You bet your sweet pussy I am," he said, "and it's got good nutritional value."
"Well, don't you try to relieve the food shortage by eating me," she complained.
"Baby," he said, "I'll eat you first and fuck you later."
Slowly, she peeled off her garments. As he watched her sliding out of her black lace panties, his cock quivered with excitement and anticipation.
"Oh sweetheart," he said, "do you ever look gorgeous."
She slid her panties off, and he got a good look at her vagina. "What did you do to it?" he demanded. "Can't you tell?" she asked, "I thought you knew about shaved pussy?"
"Well I didn't know you shaved it," he said, surprised, "but it does look great."
"Well I'm glad you approve," she said, "now let's get on with it."
She took everything off the table, and then she lay on it.
"Now just spread your legs nice for me," he said, "that's what I want honey."
Her legs were spread widely, and he got down there. He sniffed around, and then he let his hot tongue lick along her slit.
"Oh that's beautiful," he said, "it looks so good to me."
He was getting more and more excited every second.
"You're shaking," she said, "if there's anything I hate it's a man who gets too carried away with sex."
"I can't help it," Jim told her, "when I look at that gorgeous pussy of youVs, I quiver."
"Try to control yourself honey," she said, "it's only a pussy."
He gently parted her vagina lips. He saw the pink quivering flesh. It excited him to no end.
"Oh, this looks beautiful," he told her, "yes baby, yes!"
Now, his hot tongue dipped in there. She was really stimulated at this point.
"Oh, lick me," she panted, as he pried it apart and eased in there. Then stiffening his hot tongue he stabbed away.
"That's the way to do it, baby," she told him, "yes, yes, that's what I like!"
Now, she pushed forward, as his hot tongue stabbed in there.
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. He was really getting excited now.
"Oh eat it," she panted, "yes, yes, that's what I want. Eat me, baby!"
The super sensations were surging through her now, had her really turned on.
"Grab my breasts honey," she said, "that's the way I like it. Pinch the nipples."
Reaching up, he gripped her breasts. He pinched the nipples, and it excited her to no end.
"Oh yes," she told him, "that's what I want. Oh baby, do me!"
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. They were really enjoying it now.
"Oh keep that up," she panted, "yes, yes, that's beautiful. Do it baby, do it!"
Now, she was wrapping her legs around his neck. And he was going to town.
"Eat me," she panted, "yes, yes, that's what I want, baby. Eat it!"
The sensations seemed as if they would never end. For the hot tongue stabbed away.
"Oh yes, yes, do it!"
There was no doubt about it, the hot tongue action was producing results.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's what I want. Oh love me, love me!"
As the hot tongue surged inside her, licking the velvety vagina walls, her body trembled too. No doubt about it, she was getting a real charge out of him. It bothered her, that she was getting that big a kick out of him. She knew that she shouldn't be turning him on like this. Nevertheless, as his cock tongue went to town she didn't care about anything.
"Eat it," she panted, "eat me baby, eat me!"
The super sensations would never cease. Hotter and hotter he let his tongue sweep inside.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "you don't know what you're doing to me. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way; Oh love me!"
No doubt about it, they were really having their fun. As the hot tongue surged inside once more, his body shook and so did hers.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, "eat it baby!"
Suddenly he stopped right in the middle of the act. He pulled his tongue out. And demanded, "I want to put something in there. I have heard about guys who dig women who stick their tongue in a woman's slot, once she's got some good honey or chocolate up there."
"Oh, that's a beautiful idea," she said, "but I don't dig it."
"Well I do, and that's what counts," he said.
He didn't waste one bit of time. Hastily, he looked all around the cupboards to find some honey.
"I'll find it for you," she said, getting off the table. She opened the refrigerator, and picked up a yellow plastic container. She showed him how to do it.
"All you have to do sweetheart, is slip this nozzle in my slit. Then you squeeze the yellow plastic container. And you'll have a nice honey coated pussy."
"That's exactly what I want," he said.
She got up on the table and spread for him. He took the container in his hands, gave it a hard shove jn, then squeezed.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's beautiful. I like that juice shooting up there."
"It's like a big dick exploding isn't it?" he smiled.
She nodded. Now, she was in her own passionate frenzy, eager for him to get his hot tongue sweeping around inside her, licking her pussy clean.
The young student stabbed his tongue back in there, and started licking.
"Oh yes, baby," she panted, "I love it when you link your tongue with that."
Now the hot tongue stabbed away. She was more and more excited.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's what I like. Oh, ah, yes, yes baby, that's beautiful!"
His tongue stiffened as he stabbed. His hands gripped her asscheeks as he held on tightly.
"Eat it," she begged, "eat it baby, eat it!"
Eagerly, his hot tongue stabbed in there. And quickly, he went to town licking.
"Oh, ah, yes Jimmy baby, yes. That's what I dig. Oh honey you know how to do me. Do me baby, do me!"
The super sensations now, were driving her out of her mind.
"Keep it up honey," she panted excitedly, "that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, lick me. Lick me there baby, lick me!"
Now, he was quivering with excitement.
"Oh yes baby, eat it!"
His hot tongue was flicking across her clitoris now, as he got her to the point of orgasm. Suddenly she felt herself cuming. The hot honey mixed with her hot pussy juice. And he licked her juicy pussy delightedly.
"Oh baby you won yourself a sweet pussy," she said, "honey and me."
He wasted no time in taking it out of there.
"Oh baby," she gasped, "you've come a long way honey in knowing how to love a woman. Oh darling. That's the way I like it. Yes baby, yes. Oh honey do me!"
When he had finished eating her box, he pulled his hot tongue out of her. Then, to add to the excitement he moved forward and licked along her body. He licked right up to her breast. Then, his hot tongue swept over each breast simultaneously. He would be licking on one breast, while he used his hand to manipulate the other. His fingertips were constantly playing with the nipples.
"Oh, that's super," she panted, "I love that, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's beautiful!"
No doubt about it, she had really had some sex.
"Oh honey," she panted, "that's wild!"
Now, he was hot for more action. And he straddled her body. He used his huge tool to place it between her breasts.
"How would you like this?" he said.
Now, he was grabbing her. And he was enjoying it immensely. He used her breasts to massage his rock hard cock.
"Oh that soft flesh feels good on my hard cock," he grinned as he looked down at her. She could feel his balls swelling, and the hot desire surging through him.
"Would you like something good to eat?" he smiled, "it's right here honey between my legs."
"Yes baby, yes," she said in eager anticipation.
"You're going to get it now," he grinned. Now he was hot for her. He guided himself to her mouth.
"Open those sweet lips baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Open your mouth."
She opened her hot mouth and took him in. Then, she let her tongue twirl around.
"Oh does that ever feel good," she told him, "yes baby yes, I love it!"
The super sensations that were flooding through her now, had her trembling with excitement and passion.
"Oh honey," she panted, "I love it!"
Sure she loved it. It was an exciting, fascinating moment for her.
"Oh do me, baby," he begged, "do me!"
She played with his buttocks, while he slid his tool farther and farther into her mouth. Then she felt the head of it reaching the back of her throat.
"Oh now, baby," he panted, "now!"
As the huge shaft slipped farther and farther, he became more and more stimulated.
Suddenly the rock hard cock stabbed down her throat. She loved the sensations as it slipped farther and farther down her throat.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, that's the way I like it."
Now, he was stabbing away.
"Oh sweetheart," he said, "you have no idea how great that feels to me. Oh baby it's like a whirlpool. A hot, velvet whirlpool."
Her movements, really pleased him. She would grip his asscheeks, and knead them. Then, she would tighten and loosen her grip. He loved the sensations of her hot hands on his buttocks.
"Eat me," he told her, "that's what I want. Oh yes baby, eat it. That's the way to do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, eat me!"
The super sensations that were going through him now, were driving him out of his mind.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes baby, that's the way. Oh yes!"
Now, he was dizzy with delight and happiness.
"Oh baby, I'm going to give you a good load. You're going to love it."
She knew that she would. She just wished that she could make it last longer. He gripped her head, and arched her in such a way that he could get it down farther.
"Easy does it," he said as he adjusted her and stabbed away fiercely.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I love that. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it!"
Now he was dizzy with delight as the super sensations flooded through his being.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it!"
It seemed as if the pleasure would never end.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, all the way. Gobble my goop!"
It excited her to see him so turned on. He was sweating all over now, as the sexual ecstasy raced through his body. The electricity of desire swept through his spine, as his hot ass drove forward in rapid fire thrusts. His balls were swelling, as his body became hotter and hotter. He was nearing that explosion point.
"Eat me," he told her, "eat me baby, eat me!"
It wasn't going ito be much longer now.
"Do it, baby," he begged her, "oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way. All the way honey."
She was going out of her gourd with delight and passionate pleasure.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes baby, that's beautiful!"
There was no doubt about it, the sensations that were surging through her now, were driving her out of her mind with delight.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
His shaft stabbed farther and faster down her throat.
"Do it, baby," he begged, "yes baby, right on!"
He knew that it wouldn't be much longer now, and the intense pleasure that he felt at this point, was making him go faster and farther.
Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it. That's it!"
Now, he was dizzy with delight.
"Oh sweetheart," he panted, "that's the way to do it. Yes baby, yes baby, all the way!"
She loved the excitement of it. She liked the feel of his hot buttocks as he moved quicker and quicker in his thrusting.
"Eat it," he smiled at her, "eat it. Yes baby, yes gobble it. That's it baby, it tastes good. A lot of vitamins, proteins."
Her lips fastened tightly around the thick shaft. Then, she felt the explosion. The creamy, white juice shot into her mouth, and slid smoothly down her throat. At this point, Jim threw his head back, as his eyes rolled from side to side.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes!" he panted, "eat my juice!"
He was talking wild now, as the super excitement of their wild sexual encounter on the kitchen table, had really gotten to him.
She didn't quit devouring him, until he had finished. Then, her hot hands slowly released her grip on his buttocks.
"Oh sweetheart," he said softly, "what a smooth fuck."
He pulled out of her now, and bending over kissing her lips, her arms were all over his back. She had reached her point of sexual pleasure and so had he. It was as if their orgasm had met on a crashing crescendo.
"Did you like it Jim?" she asked him. Her eyes were misty now, as she looked up at him.
"I loved it. That's the best time any woman ever gave me."
"I'm so glad you dug it," she said softly.
"I'd love to have some more sex with you," he said, "baby, my cock is still hard."
He glanced down at her shaved pussy.
"Let me slip it in a second," he said quietly.
"Alright," she said, "but hurry up, baby. I've got a date."
"I knew you did," he said, "it's alright. I've got to share you. A gorgeous box like this can't be confined to one man."
As he moved down her, he grabbed his tool and rammed forward. Her vagina muscles clamped onto it. As he twisted around, she felt that it was rock hard alright.
"Oh fuck me," he begged, "fuck baby, fuck. Go to it."
He was really getting good at this. What had been a fuzzy beginning when it came to sex with Jim, was now in full focus as his cock rammed away.
"Oh I love it," he gasped, "you sure have got a beautiful pussy on you."
Her vagina muscles gripped him tightly as he thrust forward.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Do me!"
The super sensational excitement, of the hard tool driving in there really got to him.
"Oh fuck it!" he panted, "fuck baby, fuck!"
He was almost frantic now, as he rammed away.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it!"
Now, he was dizzy with delight. And as the rock hard cock shot into her, she gripped his back. She let her hands slide up and down his back. And when she came to the small slope of his buttocks, she grabbed it.
"Fuck!" she panted, "fuck baby, fuck!"
Now, she was out of her mind with delight.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way. That's the way!"
Her breath was coming short, as the excitement built in her body.
"Give it to me," she panted, "give it to me!"
He was really giving it to her now. In hard, driving thrusts he was going to town.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
There was something about the way that Jim said fuck, that excited her. She couldn't understand why. Perhaps it was his youthful, innocence. Perhaps it was his natural way of saying it. But as she looked up at him, and saw his lower jaw trembling, and his eyes focused straight ahead, she gripped his asscheeks and begged him, "fuck baby, fuck!"
It excited him to have her say his words back to him. He liked the dirty words. All of them.
"Oh you've got a beautiful pussy," he told her, "nice and tight. Right on!"
His compliments excited her a lot. And she decided to give him some more pleasure. She brushed her breasts quickly back and forth across his chest. That excited him.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "I love that, baby. Keep that going. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
Now, they were almost there on target.
"I want to make it with you, baby," she panted, "yes baby, that's the way!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The throbbing male member was about ready to explode. And Betty well knew that she was ready to make it.
"Honey," she said, "a little faster."
He picked up his thrusts. And as he rammed it into her, her hands went back to his buttocks. She let her hands slip between the crack in his ass.
"Oh I like it when you feel me there," he panted, "yes, yes, that's it. Oh honey press my prostate."
Her fingertips went to his prostate. He loved the sensations now.
"Keep it up honey," he begged, "yes, yes, that's the way to do it!"
The super sensations that were flooding through her now, were driving her out of her mind with delight.
"Oh baby," he panted, "yes baby, yes!"
Now, he was dizzy with delight. The throbbing tool thrusting into her in piston precision movements, was just too much.
"Oh baby," she panted, "I love it when you do it to me like that. Oh honey ram it in there!"
With a final, hot hard thrust he drove in. Suddenly the ultimate pleasure was there. The orgasm. Blinding white sperm shot into her. She juiced instantly.
"I'm cuming," she panted, "I made it honey. I made it!"
Now, the two of them were pressing hard against each other, as they struggled to gain the ultimate pleasure.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's what I dig. Oh, ah, yes lover yes!"
She pulled her hands from his ass, and gripped his shoulders as he continued grinding into her.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "that was the best time you have ever done it to me."
"You like to get fucked don't you?" he smiled.
"Pardon me," she said, "but I do. I'll admit it."
"You're fantastic," he said, "you're really great at it. Any man would go crazy to ball you baby."
There was no doubt about it, the two of them were really enjoying themselves.
Finally, he withdrew his shaft from her. As the dripping with cum penis was pulled out of her, she felt lonely and vacant.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "why did you do that?"
"What?" he smiled down at her.
"Pull it out of me?" she said, "I wish to die when it is gone, baby."
"Now dear, baby," he smiled at her, "you can't get that turned on with me. I like it baby when you want to fuck. But beyond that, it's not for us."
"I guess you're right," she said sadly as she lay there. Finally she got up off the table and looked at him.
"You know honey," she said, "sometimes in life you wish everything could stop for that second. You wish you could hang on to that fantastic moment. But you can't. That's awful."
"I know it is, baby," he said, "but that's life. And there is nothing that we can do to change it."
"Darling," she said softly, "I want to ask you something."
"Yes," he said, "what?"
"Do you have some other dame that you are balling?"
"No," he said, "I've got you take care of my sex needs. I don't need another dame."
"Good," she said, "good."
"You really do turn on with me don't you?" he smiled proudly.
"I'll admit it, I do," she said, "I shouldn't. I'm sorry I do."
"Sorry?" he said, "that's ridiculous. You should never be sorry."
"Alright," she said, "I'll never be sorry."
Now he was slipping into his shorts. As she saw him put his huge penis back into his trim shorts, she looked at his muscular tanned well formed body. And desire surged through her again.
"Come over here and kiss me," she insisted.
He did an about face and walked over to her and threw his arms around her and pressed his lips against her. Her mouth opened, and suddenly Jim's tongue slid into her mouth. He thrust it back and forth as if it were a penis. She loved the excitement of him thrusting into her.
"Oh does that ever feel good to me," she said, "that is really beautiful."
No doubt about it, they were really enjoying themselves.
"Oh baby," he smiled, "you're wonderful."
"Thank you love," she said.
Now he slid into his pants and put on his shirt. Then he walked over to the front door.
"You'd better get dressed," he said, "if your lover comes by, and he sees you naked like that, he'll suspect you have been balling with someone else."
"You've got a good point," she said, slipping into her black lace panties. Then she put on her bra.
"I'm going to wait until you get dressed sweetheart," he said.
She put on her clothes and then she asked him curiously, "why did you want to wait?"
"For a very good reason," he smiled, "I wanted to make sure that you didn't get into any trouble, baby. I know for a fact that you play it wild."
"Do I?" she asked.
"I think you do honey," he said.
Now he was gone. And she was left alone with the memories. It bothered her. She knew that in seconds Dave would be there. And it bothered her that she would have to put up with his demented demands. At least, she thought to herself, Jim didn't insist upon every conceivable position in the book. She was thankful for that. Thoughts were troubling her now. What about her father? Would he ever get sprung out of jail? Was Dave really trying to get him out? Or was Dave deliberately using her desire to free her father to get his free fuck? That was the thought that whirled through her mind, as she paced back and forth. She took a drink to steady her nerves. Then she looked in the mirror. Her hair was all unkept. She went to the bedroom and brushed her hair. Then she put on some make-up. She could at least disguise the turmoil that was welling up inside of her. However, she could never disguise the hurt, and the tragedies that were whirling around inside of her mind from herself. For she knew all too well how confused, how upset she actually was.
CHAPTER SIX
While she was alone again, Betty realized that she had plenty of action facing her. And it didn't exactly please her. She quickly got dressed and went back into the living room and waited. She didn't have long to wait, for the door bell rang. She answered it, and sure enough Dave was there.
"Hi delicious," he smiled sexily.
"Hi Dave," she said softly.
"Did you get rid of your lover?" he said with a sly smile.
"What in hell are you talking about?" she demanded cagily.
"Just this sweetheart," he told her, "you have a young lover."
"What makes you think that?" she said, lighting a cigarette and walking toward the bar.
"It wasn't very difficult for me to find out," he said, "I was playing detective parked across the street."
"You bastard," she said, "spying on me."
"Well I had to," he said, "you're quite a chick."
"I don't appreciate you talking to me that way," she said angrily, "I really don't."
"Now, now, baby," he grinned, "don't let your temper flare. After all, you know me and I know you. And I know you are an oversexed, fucking nympho."
"A what?" she scowled at him. "A fucking nymphomanic," he said, "you can't get enough cocks in you."
"You can't talk to me that way," she said, pouring some alcohol and trying to steady her hand as she did so.
"Now don't get uptight about it," he said, "maybe you would like to have me share you with him."
"Are you trying to involve me in an orgy?" she snapped.
"An orgy wouldn't be bad, baby," he said, "if another woman wants to make it with you, that would be fun too."
"You're perverted, twisted, sick."
"Now those are real powerful words for you to be using," he said, "and not one of them has a thing to do with truth."
"Well let me tell you something," she said angrily, "you are impossible. I give you a little action, and now you think you have control of me.
Well you don't have control of me, and nobody has control of me."
"You're quite an untamed little creature aren't you?" he smiled.
"You bet I am," she said, "and I like it this way."
"Of course you would," he laughed, "at least you think that you would."
"Oh honey," she said evenly, "you are too much."
There wasn't a shadow of a doubt in her mind now about what he wanted. She began peeling off her garments.
"What are you undressing for?" he laughed.
"Well this is what you want," she snapped, "you want to see me naked, you want to fuck me."
"Yes, now that you mention it," he replied, "I do. It would be an awful lot of fun."
As he looked at her, he became more and more heated.
"Oh what a gorgeous body you've got, baby," he told her, "I can hardly wait to stick my cock up you."
"Well you will have to wait until I slide out of my panties," she said.
Suddenly, as she pulled off her bra and let her juicy big breasts drop out to freedom he dropped his jaw and admired them.
"Wow!" he smiled, "what a beautiful pair of breasts."
"Sure they are," she said, reaching down and massaging them. She used her finger tips to get the nipples erect. Then slowly she reached down and felt under the elastic band of her black lace panties. She reached down and groped herself.
"You're turning me on, baby," he smiled, "oh honey let me do you!"
He didn't take time now to pull his shorts off. He came over to her with his bulging crotch and knelt before her as if her pussy was some sort of shrine. Reaching down she gripped his head.
"Eat it," she said in a husky voice. "Eat that pussy."
Gazing at her fondly, he reached behind her ass and pulled down her panties. Then he gazed at it admiringly.
"Oh, what a gorgeous box you've got," he said, "I can hardly wait to eat it."
"Sure you want it," she said quickly, "and you're going to enjoy it too."
Now he was becoming more and more intensely excited.
"Oh baby," he panted eagerly, "this is really going to be fun."
It wasn't going to take much longer now. Soon, the hot juicy pussy was ready for loving.
"Oh baby," he panted, "does that ever look good to me."
He finally let his hand slide over her mound. Then he gingerly pulled her pussy lips apart and looked at the pink quivering flesh. His tongue stiffened as he stabbed it in there.
"Oh honey," she said, "I could call you Mr. Long Tongue."
"That's a good name for me," he said eagerly, "go ahead. Call me anything you want. But I'm going to eat this gorgeous piece of pussy if it's the last thing Ido."
Saying no more, Dave pressed his lips next to her vagina and went to town with his tongue. With rapid fire thrusts he continued pumping in there.
"Oh baby," she panted, "do I ever love that. Oh yes honey, I really dig that."
Now, he was really going to town. She loved the sensations of his hot tongue sliding in there. In rapid fire thrusts, he was whirling inside her. In driving, exciting jabs he went to town. His hot hands gripped her asscheeks and held on.
"Oh Dave, baby," she panted, "that's what I like. Do me!"
Dave was going to town now. With throbbing movements, he was getting in there.
"Oh yes baby, yes," she panted excitedly, "that's what I dig!"
When he had finished, her climax was almost there.
"Now baby," she panted, "now!"
The hot juices surfaced. He lapped her up eagerly, hotly, enjoying every marvelous second of it.
When he got to his feet he had a little boy look on his face.
"Dave," she smiled, "that was great. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I always enjoy eating a sweet pussy," he grinned.
Now she could see by his bulging crotch in his shorts that he was eager for some action with his cock. She tugged at the elastic waist band of his shorts and then pulled them down slowly. As the huge shaft came into view she reached out and gripped it.
"Squeeze it for me," he smiled, "that's it, baby, squeeze me!"
She could see some juice surfacing at the slit at the head of it.
"Oh honey," she said, "you're dripping and ready."
She dropped to her knees and pulled the huge shaft to her lips. Then she let her hot tongue sweep over the head.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like!"
She reached out and gripped his asscheeks to hold on while he rammed it to her.
"Oh yea," he told her, "let me slide it down your throat baby, that's what I dig. Oh yes, let me love you!"
The pulsating pleasure was beginning to get him more and more turned on.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's wild. That's it. Oh yes honey, keep doing it!"
It seemed as if the pleasure would never end. She was becoming more and more stimulated as she felt his shaft sliding down her throat. Then with a final, hard thrust he finished it off. The hot juice exploded.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh yes honey beautiful!"
The super sensations that flooded his being as his penis flooded her mouth, were almost more than he could stand.
"Oh baby," he smiled at her, "you're beautiful!"
She finished him off, then proudly slid herself off him. He looked at her eagerly. His penis didn't go down. She glanced at it amazed.
"You're still hard," she said whispering.
"Yes baby," he said, "isn't it wonderful!"
He followed her over to the bed, and all the way over to the bed he watched her ass wiggle.
"You sure got a beautiful behind, baby," he complimented her. Then he came over and she lay down on the bed. She had a moment or two for solemn reflection.
"You know, Dave," she said, "when dad was out of jail and every thing was normal at home we had a wonderful life."
"I guess you did honey," he said, "it is fun to look back sometimes. But it is also very dangerous."
"Dangerous?" she said looking off vaguely.
"It can be dangerous," Dave insisted, "sometimes we look back and we think the past is better than the present. But little do we realize at that time, just how desperate things might be."
"I guess you're right honey," she said, "I've always hated to admit the truth. And the truth of the matter is that it wasn't all sunlight and roses even then."
"I know it wasn't," he said, "you've had your ups and downs. So have I."
"More downs than ups," she said softly.
"I think I have discovered a way to get your dad free."
"How?" she said.
"Well you know he was convicted on circumstantial evidence," he said.
"That's right," she said, "and it's awful. The old guy didn't do anything like they said he did."
"No," Dave nodded, "I don't think he did. He was the one who was caught. He was the scapegoat. The fall guy."
"Well how do you think we can get him out?"
"One perfect way would be if somebody spent those bills. I'm sure that they got the numbers on all of the big bills that they claim are stolen. If those numbers ever go back in circulation, and somebody spends them, that will trace the detectives right to the person who was responsible for the bank robbery."
"Yes," she said, "and I've been waiting and waiting for somebody to spend the bills. But they won't."
"But they will," Dave assured her with a nod, "they will slip up. When they get hungry enough, they'll spend those big bills. Right now, they're probably burning a hole in their pocket."
"You've got a point there," she said, "you might be right."
"I know I'm right," he said.
She reached over and began massaging his balls. Then she began stroking his cock.
"I've got an idea honey," he smiled, "why don't you go get some baby oil."
She got off the bed and went and got the baby oil. Then he told her, "I'd like it if you poured it in your hand and used it to stroke my penis."
Pouring some into her hands, she got them oily. Then she reached out and gripped his penis. She began slowly, methodically pumping it.
"Oh that feels good to me," he said turning his head back and forth on the pillow as the pleasure surged through his body.
"What do you want next honey?" she asked him.
"I'll tell you baby doll," he said, "I want you to slide your pussy down over my cock."
Now she slid over him, and grasping the tool slid down over the penis. Her vagina muscles clasped the cock. And then she went up and down on the rod.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "that is wild. Oh yes!"
The super sensations that were going through her now were driving her out of her mind.
"Oh keep that up, baby," she panted excitedly, "that is too much."
The pleasure was building every second.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Grab it with your pussy muscles."
Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding, twisting tool. Then he reached up and played with her breasts while she pumped up and down.
"Bend over, baby," he said, "give me a better angle."
Bending over, she let her breasts droop over his face. Then he went to town with his finger tips.
"Oh keep that up, baby," he begged, "that's what I like. Oh yes honey that's beautiful!" The pleasure was really building now.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that is something else."
Now he was flipping out of his mind, as the dizzy sensations surged through his body.
"Fuck it!" he told her, "fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like!"
The sensations were racing up and down her tingling spine as she continued pumping on his giant sized penis.
"Oh baby, what a fuck you are," he panted, as he went to town.
"I like it from this angle," she said, "you're getting that cock in farther than you've ever got it in before."
"It is a good angle isn't it, baby?" he smiled.
She nodded as she looked at him. She was panting now as she continued pumping.
"Fuck it!" he panted, "yes baby, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The super sensations that were flooding through his being now, were really getting to him.
"Oh baby doll," he panted, "that's what I like. Just like that!"
The super sensations that flooded through his body were really something else.
"Oh fuck it!" he panted, "fuck baby, fuck!"
Now he was dizzy with delight, as the wild sensations continued.
"Fuck it!" he panted, "fuck baby, fuck!"
Now he was dizzy with delight as the super sensations surged through his body.
Ramming it recklessly, he really excited her.
"Oh fuck it, baby," he panted, "fuck, baby, fuck!"
There was no doubt about it, he was really enjoying himself now.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I want you to do. Just like that, baby, oh yes baby, fuck!"
He continued pounding it into her. And then he suddenly shot his gun off inside of her.
Sure enough he was there. The hot juicy penis was shooting an endless stream of white, sticky cum.
Grinding her hips around, she felt herself juicing too.
"So am I, baby," she told him, "I made it!"
Proudly, she let herself cum.
The fantastic sensations were making them both vibrate with mutual happiness. When he had finished with her, she slid off his sticky tool. Then she gazed at him with hot, happy eyes.
"You like that don't you, baby," he said.
"You know it," she nodded.
Once more he watched her naked ass walking away from him and the desire to fuck it came to him again. When she turned she saw the ex pression on his face and she asked him quite frankly, why he was looking at her like that.
"Do you really want to know?" he smiled slyly.
"Of course I do," she said softly.
"No you don't," he laughed, "you don't really want to know."
"Oh yes I do," she said.
Then he explained it to her.
"Well when I see your sweet ass wiggle naked before me," he said, "I get the hots on to screw it."
"Up yours," she said angrily, "the nerve of you thinking you could shove that giant sized penis of yours up my small asshole."
"It's been done," he said.
"It may have been done to others," she said, "but not me. And you're not going to be the first."
"Oh, I'd love to fuck your ass," he said, "it would be what they call virgin ass."
"It would be that," she admitted, "but you're not going to have it."
He slapped her asscheeks, then he bent over the bed and started kissing her ass.
"Look," she said, "no amount of kissing or making it over is going to change my mind."
He pulled away and said, "you are very unsophisticated."
"Well if unsophisticated means not having someone stick it up your asshole," she said, "then I'm unsophisticated."
The way she had put it made Dave laugh.
"I get a charge out of you," he said.
"You get quite a few charges out of me," she assured him.
She tossed her head back and laughed. He loved the way her breasts wiggled when she laughed.
"Why don't you smother my face with those gorgeous knockers of yours?" he asked her.
She nodded and smiled and straddled him and began brushing his cheeks with her breasts. He love the feel of the soft flesh swinging back and forth, sensuously over his face.
"Oh-h-h baby," he breathed huskily, as the pleasure got to him.
"You like these don't you?" she said.
"Oh yes sweetheart," he said quietly, "I like them a lot."
Then she got to talking about her father again.
"You've got to do something for dad," she said.
"Alright baby," he said, "but you do some more for me."
"What more can I do," she demanded. "Plenty," he assured her, "I want some real action baby."
"What?" she said.
"Well I would like you, baby," he smiled, "to stand up at the edge of the bed and bend over."
"Bend over?" she asked suspiciously, "for what?"
"For what do you think?" he laughed. "You want to stab that big old cock of yours up there," she said. "Right on," he said.
She decided that as long as he was actually trying to help her spring her father from jail she might as well go along with him.
She got off the bed and stood there. She bent over, and he got behind her. Then he rammed it to her.
"Take that, baby," he panted, "and that!"
Now he was really driving it home.
"Oh yes sweetheart," he panted, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Just like that honey!"
He was really turned on now. Every moment, he was getting in there farther and farther.
"Fuck it, baby," he begged, "yes baby, fuck!"
She was amazed how far his penis could slide into her vagina from this back door angle. He reached around and gripped her breasts. Then he glanced in the mirror and watched what they were doing.
"How does that look honey," he smiled as he looked into the mirror at the reflection.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "beautiful!"
Now he was going out of his mind with delight as the action continued.
"Fuck it!" he panted, "fuck baby, fuck!"
There was no doubt about it, he was really enjoying himself now.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Fuck baby, fuck!"
The super sensations that were flooding through his being now, were driving him out of his mind.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way. That's the way to do it!"
She twisted her hips around, as he went on stabbing in there with hard, driving thrusts.
"Oh honey what a slippery pussy you've got," he said, "well lubricated with my love juice."
"You sure like this don't you Dave?" she smiled as she looked back at him.
"You bet your sweet ass I do," he said, "now twist your tail for me. That's the way I like it. Oh yes grab it!"
She used her vagina muscles to grab his sliding tool.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck baby, fuck!"
The pleasure continued. Every second he was getting more and more excited.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I love. Oh yes, fuck it, fuck it, oh yes baby, fuck!"
The super sensations that were flooding through his being now, were driving him up the wall.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I dig. Do it baby, do it!"
There was no doubt about it, she was really going to town now. And with his hot hands grabbing at her breasts, and his piston precision penis thrusting faster and faster, the thrills were going greater.
"It won't be much longer now," he promised her, "oh yes baby, yes!"
Suddenly, the hard, driving tool exploded within her.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I'm there. Oh, ah, yes, yes, I made it!"
The super sensations that flooded through his being, had him trembling.
"I made it with you darling," she said looking back at him.
At that very instant, she juiced too. He loved the feeling of his shaft sliding around in her juice, mingling with his. He pressed it in there a few more times, and then slowly eased off her. She got to her feet and looked at him. She threw her arms around him, pressing her bare breasts against his hairy chest. She crushed her breasts hard against him, and then vigorously massaged them into him.
"Oh that feels good, baby," she smiled, "it feels real good."
"I'm glad you like it darling," he said.
There was no doubt about it, the pleasure was building in momentum, and in lusty passion Something finally hit her. She had no real proof whatsoever that he really was doing all that she hoped that he would to locate her fathers innocence.
"When am I going to meet this detective you are working with?" she asked him curiously.
"You'll meet him," he said, "but not right now."
Suspecting that he might be making it all up she asked him, "what's this detectives name dear?"
"Marvin Ellis," he said.
"Marvin Ellis," she said, "and how much does it cost to hire him?"
"Baby," he said, "you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm doing this, for you. And I see no reason to tell you every penny that I'm spending. But I think that I am going to be able to do some results. Results that you are going to be happy with."
Once more she threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. As his lips pressed against hers, he let his tongue trace along her full, sensuous lips. Opening her mouth, she let him slide his tongue smoothly in.
"Oh darling," she sighed, "you don't know how much you mean to me. You're too much. Much too much."
She pulled away from him and then he began talking to her.
"There is someone at that bank," he said, "that everyone does suspicion. And, strangely it isn't anyone connected with the bank vault. It's a girl who works at the bank."
"A girl?" she asked curiously, "is that right?"
"Yes," he told her, "there is a blonde who works there. And this blonde dame, just bought a new convertible. And, some beautiful jewelry."
"Where did she get the money?" Betty asked Dave.
"That, is what Marvin Ellis is going to find out," he said, "naturally, the finger of suspicion has to point to her. Even though, she isn't any wheres near the vault. But, she does work there, and she is spending money that is certainly a puzzling mystery."
"It would be a mystery," Betty nodded grimly, "because I happen to know that banks don't pay that much. Dad never made that much at the bank."
"That's true," he said, "they don't pay very much. And it's too bad."
"I know it is," she said, "I feel awful about it."
"So do I," he laughed, "perhaps if they paid more someone who is around all of that money wouldn't have been tempted to steal it and let your father take the bum rap."
"Nobody forces anybody to work anywhere," she said, "so it isn't fair to blame it on the bank. If a person is honest, that is good. If they are dishonest and crooked that is awful. They steal."
"You're so right," Dave nodded, "but a lot of people don't figure that way. They calculate strangely."
"What do you mean Dave?" she asked him, curious to understand what he was talking about.
"Well I'll explain it to you, baby," he said, "it's like this. A lot of people feel that they are being cheated. This way or that. And so they decide to get even. And in the process of getting their revenge, all sorts of injustices follow."
"I guess you are right," she said, "it's like a case of misplaced aggression. A person who works around that much money if they would get the wrong type of attitude toward it, could be tempted."
"Precisely baby," Dave assured her, "and that is where the problem lies. The temptation, and then all of the rationalizations of why it is alright to rob."
"You've given this a lot of thought haven't you dear?" she said, looking sadly up at David.
"Yes baby, I have," he said, "and what I have done for your father, is because of you. I've never met the man. From all that you have told me, he seems like a very fine person. But, baby, with that cloud hanging over your head you can't be real happy. I want to see you happy. I want to see those eyes dancing. I want to see you smiling."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at him.
"Nobody has talked to me like that in a long time Dave," she said, "I appreciate it."
"I know you do, baby," he assured her, "and that's why I have tried to level with you."
"I appreciate that," she said.
"So do I," he said.
There was no doubt in her mind, that Dave cared about her. There was no doubt that he desired to help her. And she was terribly grateful.
"David," she said, "I could get serious with you."
Her voice was quivering with emotion as she said it. And her hot eyes focused on him.
"You better not, baby," he said, "I'm a man that you should never get serious with. Just think of good times, and that's all."
"Aren't you ever going to get serious with anyone?" she asked him curiously.
"No," he said.
"Well why not?" she asked.
"It's a long story, baby."
"Tell me David," she said, "I can understand you so much better."
"There is not really much to tell," he said sadly.
"Go on," she insisted, "tell me."
"Alright," he said, "I'll tell you. I was in love once. Madly in love. And then, I got hurt. Hurt bad, baby."
"What happened?" she demanded.
"Something awful," he said, "I don't like to think of it."
"Go ahead David. I must know."
"I got so carried away with this dame," he said, "that I flipped out when she dropped me and went for another guy."
Realizing what a terrible thing that he had been through, she stood there in shock. He noticed how upset she was over his predicament, and he was sorry that he had gotten involved with telling her every intimate detail.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I'm real sorry."
"Don't be sorry," she said, "I understand."
"I cared too much for her. And she wasn't worth all that."
"But you thought so," Betty said softly, "and that is what is important."
"Yes," he nodded, "I was in love with an illusion. And, baby, it's very dangerous to be in love with your images. I imagined this girl was loyal. I imagined she could be loyal to me. That was my illusion. And I paid dearly for my illusion."
"What happened?" she asked him.
"I'll tell you what happened," he said, "simply this. One night I came home and I caught her with an old girlfriend of mine who dropped by. They were both naked in bed."
"In bed?" she asked curiously.
"Yes," he said, "you know what I mean. Two dames making it. I flipped my wig. I couldn't believe that my gal, the one that I had been loving so seriously, could ever do such a thing to me. But this girlfriend of mine dropped over to see me. And she and I were living together. When she took a look at my shapely ex-girlfriend, she decided she wanted to ball her too. And so, the two of them went to bed. That's where I came in. Oh they were laughing and giggling, drunk as hell. They invited me to hop in bed with them. Of course I wouldn't. I was so disgusted I probably would have killed the both of them if I had let myself go. Instead I just went running out into the street that night. I was yelling like a madman. They picked me up. I was incoherent, I couldn't tell them what had happened."
"It was just as well you couldn't," she said, "that wouldn't be a very nice thing to be telling would it?"
"No, it sure as hell wouldn't," he admitted. "I guess everyone has their hell to go through," she said softly. "So true," he said.
Realizing that he had been through so many deep waters, her heart went out to him all the more.
"I could never do anything like that to you," she said. He glared at her.
"Don't look at me like that," she insisted.
"Why not?" he smirked.
"You have no right to look at me like that," she said quietly, "no right. Don't you understand?"
"I can look at you anyway that I want to," he said, "and I was just laughing to myself. I was thinking at first you were different than the other dames. But when I saw that young stud plowing out of here tonight, I knew what had gone on. I've got to congratulate you, he seemed like a pretty good looking kid. But you still were fucking a kid. Anyone that I know?"
"You saw him you would know," she said, "you don't have to ask me."
"Well it was rather dark," Dave admitted, "and I didn't get too good a look at him. No doubt it's one of the young kids your teaching. That's always wise for a teacher to have sex with one of the students. I've got to hand it to you honey."
"Hand it to me?" she asked nervously.
"Well sure," he continued, "it takes guts to do what you do. Finish fucking one guy and then carry on with another. Why you could run a fucking business couldn't you?"
"Stop it Dave," she said, "there is one thing that I can't stand it's someone who is trying to preach to me. And don't you try it."
"Why I wouldn't know what sermon to use on you, baby," he said, "because I still can't figure you out completely. But I will say one thing for sure, your actions take quite a few twists and turns that I never counted on. I thought maybe you had some older guy. But it jolted me a little to see that young stud. I guess you like long hard vigorous cocks. And you figure some young college stud will give you the best fuck."
"Don't speak so crudely," Betty demanded.
"Why not?" he laughed, "you're a pretty crude character aren't you, baby?"
"I don't think I am," she insisted.
"Well what you think and what the truth is, might be two different things."
"I read you," she said, "now stop it."
"I won't stop anything," he said, "and don't bug me."
The two of them were glaring at each other now. And this bothered her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Betty Hardy decided that it was about time to visit her father at the jail. She thought perhaps that she could give pop Hardy some hope. She made an appointment to visit him, and the day that she walked into the jail cell she was feeling a trace of nervousness in her step.
"Good afternoon dad," she began, her lower lip trembling.
"Good afternoon honey," he said grimly.
"How are they treating you dad?" she asked him.
"Oh just fine," he said.
"Dad," she said sadly, "I worry about you."
"Don't worry about me darling," he said, "I'm alright."
"Are you really dad?" she asked him.
"Sure I am, baby," he insisted, "I know that you are doing your damnedest to help me."
"How did you know that?" she asked surprised.
"Oh the grape vine," he said, "news travels. Even behind bars, we hear quite a bit."
Betty looked into her fathers eyes and was delighted and excited at the prospect of having him free once more.
"What do you want to do dad?" she asked him, "when you finally have found your freedom."
"Plenty," he said, "I want to do some traveling."
"I guess you do feel like traveling after you have been cooped up like this don't you?"
"You bet I do, baby," he answered.
Then he looked at his daughter and asked her how she was doing at school.
"How are you coming in school darling?" he smiled.
"Oh just fine dad," she said quickly, "everything is going along just fine."
She was happy and delighted that she was doing as well as she was doing.
"Do you think that you will really get me out?" he finally asked in a low, serious voice.
"Sure, sure I'm certain that we will get you out," she told him frankly.
"Well I do hope so," he smiled.
"Don't you worry about a thing dad darling," she said, "everything is going to work out."
"You know honey," he told her, "you have no idea what it's like to be locked up in a cell."
"Yes I do dad," she said, "and it bothers me."
The two of them had a few more minutes of conversation and then it was time to go.
"I hate to leave you dad," she said, "but I guess they won't let us talk any longer."
When she got back to her apartment, David was waiting for her.
"Hi Dave," she said, "I've had a wonderful talk all afternoon with dad."
"Well I have got some good news for you, baby," he said, "I think that we are getting closer to the person who took the money."
"Oh David you are beautiful," she smiled, "you don't know how much I appreciate what you are doing for us."
"Oh yes I do baby doll," he told her, "let's have some fun now."
Together they decided to have some more fun.
"How about taking off your clothes for me honey?" he smiled at her.
"But David," she said, "it's still early."
"Great," he said, "I like love in the afternoon. I don't see any reason why we can't have a good time."
As the two of them talked together, he began undressing.
"I see your really are hot for it," she observed as he peeled off his clothes quickly. Soon, David was standing before her stark naked.
"David can't you think of anything besides sex?"
"Is there anything else worth thinking about?" he laughed.
"Yes," she said, "lots of things."
"Name one," he said, "I'm curious to know what it is."
She looked at him and then she realized that she had no alternative but to undress. Slowly, she peeled off her clothes. He watched as she removed her panties and bra. And as her great breasts appeared before him naked he came over to her and bent over. He brushed his hands over them smoothly and smiled at her.
"They certainly turn you on don't they?" she smiled, "I can tell you really go for them in a big way."
"I do because they are big and beautiful," he smiled.
Now he was massaging them. Right in the middle of the act, the phone rang. Reaching for the phone she picked it up.
"David?" she said, "he's right here."
She handed the phone over to him.
"Yes, yes," David nodded. Then a big smile flashed across his face.
He nodded. When he hung up the phone she asked him what it was all about.
"What was that call about?" she asked him.
"It's wonderful," he said, "they have found some of those big bills."
"Oh beautiful," she said, "that is wonderful. I guess that means that we have a chance."
"Yes we do, baby," he said, "a great chance. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Yes it is darling," she said, "when dad gets free, life will be different for us."
"Yes, baby," he said, "but I hope that your father's freedom won't interfere with our freedom."
"That's impossible love," she said reaching out and grabbing his tool.
"That's what I like honey," he said, "get down there and love that thing between my legs."
She got to her knees and proudly pulled his giant sized penis to her lips and kissed it.
"Now lick it," he demanded.
Her hot tongue swept over the crown of the penis. Then, she got to her feet and he guided himself into her hot vagina.
"Oh that's beautiful, baby," he told her, "oh do I ever love that. That's it honey, fuck!"
He went to town with rapid fire cock thrusts.
In every second she was becoming more and more excited.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Oh yes honey do it!"
It seemed as if the pleasure would never stop.
"Keep it up darling," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh yes honey, do it!"
The super sensations that were flooding through him now, were driving him out of his gourd.
"Oh fuck me, David," she begged, "that's what I want. Fuck it!"
The super sensations that were flooding her being now, were really turning her on.
"Oh faster honey," she begged, "that's what I want. Faster!"
David thrust himself into her with harder jabs. And with every cock stab he obtained more delight. Her vagina muscles gripped his stabbing tool, and her hands went to his back. She ran them up and down his backside, grasping his asscheeks as he went to town.
"Oh yes, baby," he panted, "that's what I want. All the way honey!"
The super sensations that were flooding through him now, were really giving him pleasure.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Yes baby, yes keep it going!"
The super sensations now were building to a passionate pitch.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "fuck, yes, yes, baby, that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes do it baby do it!"
She twisted her hips around, grinding for him. He loved the feel of her body as she gripped his proud penis in her vagina and twisted around.
"Keep that up, baby," he panted, "yes yes baby, that's what I want!"
The super sensations were surging through him now, and they were driving him out of his gourd. He rammed it to her harder and faster.
"Keep that up, baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh yes honey keep that going!"
He didn't stop for a moment.
"Oh, fuck it!" he panted, "yes baby, yes baby, fuck!"
She fucked alright, and the sensations were intensely delightful now.
"Keep that up, baby," he panted, "yes baby, yes baby, that's what I want. Oh fuck it!"
As the sensations surged through her body, she suddenly twisted her hips around. He went on stabbing, and smiled at her as he did so.
"How are you doing baby?" he grinned at her.
"It's beautiful honey," she said, "keep doing it!"
No doubt about it, they were really enjoying each other.
"Keep going, baby," he begged, "that's what I like. Oh yes honey, fuck it baby, fuck it!"
There was no doubt about it, he was giving her a real fuck.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way I like it. All the way honey. All the way!"
He was giving it to her with hard, sudden stabs.
"Oh baby," he gasped, "grind it, baby, grind your ass baby!"
She twisted her hips around, and he became more excited every second.
Now he was really going to town. The pleasure was increasing every second.
"That's how I like it," he panted, "oh yes, fuck!"
Her vagina muscles gripped him and he shot it. As she felt the sticky wet juice spurting into her body she groaned with delight and pleasure.
"Oh sweetheart," she panted, "that's what I like. Oh yes honey, beautiful!"
He didn't quit shooting, until she had juiced.
"We're right on target," she panted, "that's the way I like to make it, together!"
When he had finished, he slowly withdrew. Then, she looked at him admiringly.
"You know David," she said, "I could get serious with you."
"Well don't, baby," he said, "I wouldn't like it."
"You're terrible," she said, "you just want to lead a life of sin."
"That's the most fun," he said. He lay down on the bed and began talking to her about what they would do once her father was released.
"You know there is a reward," Dave said, "for finding who the real robber was."
"You're right," she said, "and I bet you were going to cop it."
"Well I sure deserve it more than anybody," he said.
"Well I guess you do honey," she admitted.
There was no doubt about it, the two of them were madly in love.
"Sweetheart," she suggested, "you know what would be fun right now?"
"No," he said.
"I think it would be great to go swimming. Just a nice refreshing dip."
"Skinny dipping?" he smiled.
"Don't be ridiculous honey," she said, "we can't go skinny dipping here. Not in a pool in an apartment house."
"Alright."
He didn't have a swimming suit and this made it impossible for him to go swimming.
"Honey," she said, "let's go over to your place."
"Why my place?" he asked.
"Well you have never taken me there but once," she said.
"No honey," he said, "I don't want to."
"Why?" she asked, "are you living with some dame?"
"That's not a very nice thing to say."
"Well I'm not a very nice person," she said.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to believe that she really wanted anything more or less than marriage. And this was one thing that Dave always steered clear of.
"You know what your problem is?" she said.
"Tell me," he smiled at her.
"You want to play around. You want to have your cake and eat it too."
"Mentioning eat it," he said, "that's not a bad idea."
"Oh Dave," she complained, "can't you keep your mind off sex?"
"Not when I'm looking at your gorgeous body, baby," he said, "hop over there on the bed and let me eat you."
Reluctantly, she went over to the bed and spread her legs for him. She reached down and played with herself. As her hands rubbed her vagina, he became more and more excited at the action.
"Lick it," she demanded, "get down there with your nose and sniff it and lick it."
He got down there and did her.
"Oh David," she gasped excitedly, "does that ever feel good. You have no idea honey how much I like that. Oh yes honey that's beautiful."
The pleasure they were enjoying now, was incredible.
"Oh yes, baby," she told him, "you don't know how good that is honey. That's wonderful."
There was no doubt about it, they had had a wonderful time.
"Honey," she said, "I want to tell you something."
"What baby?" he said.
"You've got the sweetest mouth in town."
"And you've got the sweetest pussy I ever ate."
"Oh what a wonderful compliment," she said, "and I imagine, David that you have eaten quite a few."
"I've had my quota," he smiled.
"I'm sure that you have honey," she told him.
Her pussy was on fire, and she didn't like the fact that he had taken time out of his action to distract her.
"Get back there, baby," she insisted, "and do your thing. Yes that's it."
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She manipulated her breasts back and forth, as he ran his cock over both of them.
"Oh that feels good to me," he smiled, "you know just what I like."
There was no doubt about it, they were enjoying each other immensely.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much."
Now she gripped his asscheeks as he ran his cock over her breasts. She looked up and smiled at him.
"Now don't bring that over to me again."
"I just want you to lick the balls," he smiled.
Soon he was dragging his testicles over her mouth. She didn't want to do it.
"Open your mouth sweetheart," he smiled at her.
She knew that he was obtaining a certain delight out of getting her to do this demeaning act.
"And what if I don't want to?" she demanded.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "that has nothing to do with it. I want you to do it. Now you are going to do it."
She realized that that was that. And it did disgust her.
"Alright," she finally relented, "I'll open my mouth."
Opening her mouth, she let him drop first one ball in and then the other. She did her best to tease and tantalize and please him.
"Let your tongue whirl all around them," he ordered.
Her tongue whirled around there, and now he was getting more and more excited.
"Oh yes, yes," he panted, "I love that. Oh baby, that's beautiful."
It seemed as if the pleasure would never cease.
"Oh lick them, baby," he begged, "lick my big balls, baby."
She licked industriously. And he enjoyed it more every moment.
"Oh baby, that is beautiful," he told her, "yes, yes, just like that."
Every second he was enjoying it more and more.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "you are really doing it now."
Finally, she pulled away. Then he pointed his penis at her. She knew what was expected next and she didn't care to go through with it.
"Open up baby doll," he smiled.
She looked up at him, and asked him, "what for honey?"
"You know what for, baby," he smiled, "I want to feed you. Feeding time."
"Well what if I don't want any?" she said.
"Baby doll," he said, "look what I have done for you. I'm really helping you."
"Are you?" she said, seeing how he was seizing every opportunity to use her, to exploit her.
"Well you know it," he said, "really, baby!"
There was no doubt about it, he was going to get what he wanted.
Opening her mouth, she let him slide his shaft in. Her lips fastened around it, and he rammed it to the back of her throat.
"Oh honey," he said, "you turn a neat mouth trick."
She fastened her lips tightly, and let him slide it in. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Eat it for me," he smiled at her, "yes baby eat it!"
All the time that she was doing him, she was thinking, thinking about her father. And freeing him. She knew that she had to get some proof, some assurity that he really was going to help her.
"Oh eat it," he begged as he slipped it back and forth speedily. Giving it to her that fast, she knew that he was extremely hot. And she knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he would shoot off.
"Oh baby," he panted, "do it baby, do it!"
Suddenly, the hot tool exploded, in her mouth.
"Oh baby, I'm juicing," he told her, "oh do it!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now, the rock hard cock continued shooting. She gulped. Then, he was really in his sexual ecstasy. Gripping her head and holding her tightly, he rammed it harder and harder.
"How do you like it, baby?" he smiled at her.
No doubt about it, he had had a wonderful time and so had she. But now she was eager to find out some information if she could. About proof that he really was on the trail of who was responsible for the big bills being distributed.
"Could you tell me the name of that chick at the bank?" she asked him.
"I don't know whether I should or not," he said.
"Just tell me," she said, "then I will have some reason to believe that you really are on the trail."
"Do you doubt me?" he demanded angrily.
"Well of course not," she said, "what would ever make you think that I could doubt you?"
"Well you act like that you doubt me," he said.
"Well I don't doubt you at all, baby," she said, "but tell me the name of the girl."
"Debbie Saunders," he informed her.
"Debbie," she exclaimed, "well she doesn't make money like that."
He played around a little bit more and left her alone. Now she was determined to get on the trail and find out more, and more about Debbie Saunders. The following week, she made it a point to go to the bank. While she was there, she noticed Debbie. Indeed, Debbie was all dolled up. She was wearing a very expensive dress, and a beautiful sapphire ring. She decided that it might not be a bad idea to make a dinner date with Debbie to try to determine just how much she knew, if anything about the robbery.
"Debbie I would like to see you sometime," she said.
"Well what about?" Debbie said a little suspicious.
"I can't talk about it here," she said in a low whisper, "how about giving me your phone number so I can call you at home tonight?"
"Of course," she said.
Hastily writing her number down, Debbie informed her that she would appreciate it if she would leave. She added that she probably was being watched.
As she walked out, Betty Hardy was certain that someone was watching her. That evening, she called Debbie.
"Debbie darling," she began, "I hate to bother you dear. But I have to."
"Of course honey," she said, "what's up?"
"Just this," she said, "I've got to know about something connected with my father."
"Well how can I help you?" Debbie sprang to her defense instantly.
"I will discuss that with you tonight, privately."
"Well where do you propose that we get together?" Debbie said, a trace of nervousness in her voice.
"How about some restaurant not far from where you are?"
"Well there is the Copper Lantern," she said, "we could meet there. They have big booths, and I guess that we could have a little privacy."
"Good," Betty told her, "what time can you be there?"
"Oh, in half an hour," she said, "is that alright?"
"Half an hour is good," she said, "see you at the Copper Lantern, darling."
She went to the Copper Lantern, and sure enough, Debbie was there right on time. They picked a booth in the back, where they could be alone. After getting their coffee ordered, and being served, they got down to business.
"I don't believe in mincing words Debbie," Betty said, "so I might as well be perfectly frank with you. I happen to know that you have been using some rather large, and hot bills. And I want to know about where you got them."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Debbie asked.
"I think you already know what," she said quickly.
"I don't know what your talking about at all," Debbie laughed lightly. Yet, in spite of her laughter there was that haunting trace of nervousness in her voice.
"You know what it's all about," she informed Debbie.
"But I'm afraid I don't darling," she said, "could you possibly clue me in?"
"Alright," she said, "I will clue you in, baby. Those bills are being watched. And as they surface, the person who brings them out is going to be checked out."
"Well, it won't help your father any," Debbie said.
"What on earth do you mean?" Betty demanded.
"If you must know," she said, "your father and I at one time were very much in love."
"You in love with dad?" she asked, not believing it for a second.
"Yes," Debbie told her frankly, "he found me quite attractive. So much so in fact, that he arranged for me to get the money. And I guess that I have been rather foolhardy spending some of it. I never dreamt that they were watching the bills."
"But you work right there at the bank," she was reminded by Betty.
"Well if you must know," Debbie finally told her flatly, "I got the money from your father."
"From my father?" she asked.
"Yes," Debbie revealed, "from your father. He did rob the bank, and he went to jail for it."
"Oh, I just can't believe that," she gasped sadly, "that's awful."
"Yes it was awful to rob the bank," she said, "it's making it very difficult ever since coming back from my vacation. Now, people wonder where I get all the money. And I'm tempted to spend it because I've got it. Hands full of it."
"How much?" she asked.
"So much I can't count it," she said, "and I finally could and so I spent a little of it. Now I suppose the finger of suspicion will be on me."
"That's exactly right," Betty said.
"I didn't want to get involved with your father," she said, "but your father is a real horny bastard."
"Don't talk about my father that way," Betty demanded.
Then she decided that she was going to go over and see her father, the first day that they would let her. She walked in and looked daggers at her father.
"You are guilty as hell aren't you?" she asked him.
He couldn't speak and then he looked at her with a guilty look.
"That nice piece of ass made you pay," she said.
"I like Debbie," he said, "have you been bothering her?"
"I just told her that she might as well turn that money in."
"Turn in the money," he said, "that's the money we were going to use to get to South America."
"Forget it," she said, "you're not going to get out of this jail. Certainly not with my help."
"I'm sorry, baby," he finally told her, "but I'm sorry that you told her to turn the money in."
"I'm sorry that you never had an honest thought in your mind," she said, "you lived by the rule that you could always lie and cheat or steal your way out of any situation. Well, you can't this time, you are here and you are going to pay. And I guess your going to pay dearly."
His head was bowed now as his daughter got up. She walked out of there, wiser, sader. He called after her. Betty didn't turn, she couldn't. For tears were filling her eyes, as the truth hit her with sharp impact. She knew that she would have to carve a new life out for herself. And she knew that her dad was in jail, right where he belonged for what he had done.
