The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
And then there are people like Betty, the woman in this novel.
Betty is one of those rare individuals who is completely devoid of inhibitions where sex is concerned. Her philosophy could be stated as: "If it feels good, do it!" But she is also a loving and kind person, a woman who savors life to the fullest, and who would never dream of hurting another human being.
So who is to say Betty's actions are immoral or perverted? How can a person with only love in her soul be called bad? Timely questions.
Betty's Young Boys-a. shocking story, yes, but one which raises many important questions about the beliefs of our Judeo-Christian society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Betty felt Tom's skillful hands wrap around her tits and his firm cock pressing against her thigh. A few short moments ago she didn't know this beautiful young boy existed and now he was about to fuck her! The whole thing was a surprise to the boy too. He was mowing the lawn in front of the building just as he did every Wednesday after school, when this older woman asked him to help her carry her packages up to her apartment.
Now here he was in her bed and about to stick his stiff cock into her sopping cunt. Tom had never fucked a woman of Betty's age before. Although she was only thirty, she seemed incredibly old to him to go in for this type of thing. He was fascinated with her body and was surprised to find it as firm and nice as any of the young bodies that he was familiar with. In fact, he had never come across tits as big and bouncy as Betty's.
He had been massaging her cunt for quite a while now and Betty made it clear to him that she was ready for his prick to fill her steaming twat. The boy climbed on top of her and brought the huge head of his prick to her wet cunt lips. As he thrust his hips forward, his tool slid smoothly into the canal of her starving pussy.
Betty felt the powerful lunges of his cock in her cunt and she began to feel the wild joy of lust rising in her belly. She knew that it took a young stud to satisfy her sexual longing, and that the boy who was pumping away at her now was just what she needed.
She felt an orgasm building in her just as the boy's body quivered with his orgasm. She felt the hot juices spurt from his exploding prick and fill her cunt. The jism kept coming and coming. When their orgasms had subsided, the sperm was overflowing Betty's cunt and Tom's softening prick lay motionless in her pussy.
"You're a fantastic lay Tom," Betty told the youth.
"So are you," said the boy. He almost added, "For a woman your age," but he caught himself in time.
Betty kept him on top of her because she knew all to well how fast a young stud like Tom could recover his hard-on and be ready for another fucking. That was one of the many things she liked about young fuckers.
Betty realized that she was a nymphomaniac, and the stamina of a strong, young man was important to her. She never really got enough sex. Even though she spent most of her time either doing it or thinking about it, somehow she was never satisfied, and was always thinking up new positions and new tricks!
She ran her hands over Tom's back and over the firm mounds of his ass until she felt the prick that she had kept inside her swell once again to its full glory. They started the movements that began the ritual of sex all over again.
It wasn't until he had fucked her three times that she let him slip his limp cock from her twat. The large amount of cum that he had pumped into her was flowing freely down the cheeks of her ass. They both lay back in a limp imitation of Tom's tired cock. Tom looked over at Betty's reclining body. He noticed how Cat and firm her stomach was, and the way her big tits rested heavily on her chest. Her nipples were large and brown with the cutest dimple in the center. Tom thrilled at the triangular patch of curly black hair that covered the mound of her fantastic cunt.
Gazing at her body like that caused his youthful prick to rise slightly. Betty didn't miss the movement in his powerful rod, and she reached over and gently began to rub the reviving tool. Her expert fingers wrapped around the stiffening piece of meat, and very quickly his teenage cock was standing straight up and jerking with every beat of his horny heart.
Betty rolled over and slipped down until her mouth was directly over the object of her lust. She opened her lips and lowered her head onto the bulging dong. Tom gasped with sudden pleasure as he felt her tongue slide around the swollen head of his prick.
Betty realized that even a stud Tom's age had his limits, and that she would have to be patient. It would take a lot of sucking to bring this boy off for the fourth time in an hour! She didn't mind though. In fact, she couldn't think of anything she would rather do than give this beautiful young stud a slow and leisurely blow job. As she continued to run her snakelike tongue around his delicious cock head, she slipped one hand under Tom's muscular ass cheek and found the crack in his ass. He felt her finger seek out the puckered hole of his anus and press its way into the steaming chamber of his ass. Her finger wiggled around, pressing against the soft lining of the canal. She instantly knew Tom was enjoying the finger up his ass by the way he tightened his sphincter muscle around the probing digit.
When her nympho instincts told her he was ready, she changed the slow tonguing technique into a rapid plunging motion. She forced her head down on his cock until she felt it deep in the back of her throat. Then she would lift her head so the rim of his cock head was between her lips, and she would twist her head quickly around, giving him a strange but wonderful sensation.
As the teenager began to pant louder and louder, Betty sucked harder and harder. The feeling in Tom's prick was a mixture of agonizing pain and unimaginable ecstasy. His head began to reel and his heart pounded in his chest as an orgasm, his fourth, rushed through his body. Betty prepared herself for the cum that would be flowing into her hungry mouth any second. When it did finally spurt forth, she drank it down in greedy gulps. She worked on his pumping rod until she had drained every drop of the precious liquid from it. She kept it in her mouth and sucked it clean, and then, letting it slip out of her mouth, she licked every trace of the cum from the corners and crevices of her mouth and luxuriated in the taste of her favorite snack.
Now that her cunt and stomach were, at least temporarily, satisfied, she sent Tom on his way with the promise that they would get together again soon for more fucking and sucking fun.
After the boy had left, Betty relived the whole wonderful experience. She felt the various parts of her body that Tom had fondled and kissed, and compared the feeling of his tongue and fingers with her own touch. She thought about the feeling of his cock in her pussy and the taste of his cum in her mouth. Yes, she thought, he was a good lover. .. the young ones were the best. He had given her what she needed, what she lived for-sex!
Betty decided to ^ get up and take a shower before she fell asleep. She loved the feeling of hot water washing the dried residue of sex from her homy body. On her way to the bathroom she stopped in front of the full-length mirror that was attached to her closet door. The sight of her firm, sexy body gave Betty the feeling of confidence that she drew on when she saw a young boy that she wanted. Remembering the sight of her own body in her mirror, she figured it would look as good to a young stud as it did to her.
Looking at her profile, she was pleased to see the same lines that she saw ten years before. Her stomach was flat and firm. The huge globes of her tits protruded over her belly. They were incredibly firm and stood proudly out from the rest of her body. The tips of her breasts were decorated with large brown nipples that, at that particular moment, were hard as a rock. Her ass cheeks were round and full. She smiled at herself and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet just to see her tits and ass quiver a little before going into the bathroom.
Betty turned the shower on and adjusted it until it was just as hot as she could stand. As the room began to fill with steam, she stepped into the tub. The hot water stung her tender skin, but in a moment she was used to the burning-needles of water and her muscles began to relax.
She picked up a bar of sweetly scented soap, and in a few minutes her body was covered in a frothy mass of foam. She massaged the heavy globes of her tits until the warm juices were oozing from her cunt and mixing with the hot water of the shower. The rock-hard nipples felt like marbles between her fingers. She lifted one soapy knocker toward her face and rubbed it against her cheek. The feeling of the smooth skin of her tit on the smooth skin of her cheek gave Betty a strange thrill. She wished she could become twins; two bodies with one mind so she could make love to herself.
With these perverted thoughts in her mind, her cunt began to burn in a fit of desperate lust. The fragrant juices were running down her legs freely now. She grabbed her steaming cunt in her trembling hand and began to rub the lovely mound vigorously. When it seemed that she must have some satisfaction or lose her mind, she slipped her fingers into the pink slit of her snatch and rubbed the wild nob that was her overworked clitoris. As soon as her finger touched the sensitive button, her body shivered in an uncontrollable rage of passion. She had passed the point of no return, and now satisfaction was an absolute necessity.
Betty lowered herself to the bottom of the tub. She knew that when she lay back against the cool porcelain of the tub the rush of hot water would hit her directly in the cunt. As she leaned back, she spread her legs and felt the powerful flow on her starving pussy. She spread the hairy outer lips, exposing the tender interior of her cunt to the probing water. The flow pounded against the nob of her clit and sent a rush of sexual delight through her body. Lifting her hips slightly, Betty was able to let the forceful stream fill the deep canal of her cunt with its hot presence.
Betty spread her legs and rested them on the rim of the tub, exposing the pink lining of her cunt to the tingling shower. She grabbed her tits and rubbed them with strong fingers while the water took care of her pussy. As she rolled the hard nipples between her fingers, her hips lifted toward the stream of water. The sensation of being fucked by the shower gave Betty a warm feeling of lust. Whenever she felt homy, and there weren't any young boys around with a hard cock, she could always depend on her trusty shower!
When Betty felt an orgasm building in her she lifted one of her heavy tits to her mouth and sucked the large, brown nipple into it. She fought to keep the nipple in her mouth while she came, but she began to gasp and moan and her jaw involuntarily dropped open, releasing the hard nipple. As the full force of her orgasm hit her body, Betty raised herself up from the bottom of the tub with her feet and back and the huge mass of tit dropped onto her chest with a quiver.
When her orgasm ended, Betty rested on the bottom of the tub for a while. When she felt she had the strength, she got up and finished the interrupted process of getting washed. By the time she was out of the bathroom she was as horny as ever, and wondering where her next fuck was going to come from.
Betty's body was humming with the recent string of orgasms she had experienced as she climbed into bed. Her mind was filled with remembered images of sex as she drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up she was surprised to find that it was morning. The nap she had wanted had turned into a full night's sleep. Looking at her alarm clock she found that she could lie in bed for about a half-hour before she would have to get up and start getting ready for work. Betty loved to stay in bed for a while in the morning before having to go out to face the day. The warmth of her bed made her feel very happy and content.
With a low, sensual moan, she reached above her head and stretched. She concluded the stretch with a wiggle, and then let her body relax in a heap with a long yawn.
When it was finally time to get out of bed, Betty remembered that this was the day the new girl was to start in her office. Betty thought that the new girl coming was an indication that she was about to be promoted to Mr. Clark's private secretary. That would really be a great promotion. She would have her own office, and, most important, it would he next to Mr. Clark's office.
Betty had fucked most of the men at the office, but she had never had the chance to fuck Mr. Clark. Some of the girls in the office claimed to have that distinction, but it was mostly gossip. One of the reasons that none of the girls could believe the rumors about Mr. Clark was the wild exaggeration that accompanied every story. If she were to believe the stories, Mr. Clark would have to have the biggest cock in the world, and the most far-out sexual technique in recorded history.
Well, it seemed possible that soon Betty would be in the right place to find out about Mr. Clark for herself. This thought excited her, and made her anxious to go to work.
She wanted to look her best today, and was determined to be the sexiest bitch in the office. She opened her closet and thoughtfully considered her collection of sexy dresses. She finally picked out a flimsy, sheer thing with a plunging neckline. It was just long enough to cover the firm, round mounds of her ass. Pulling the whorish garment over her head, Betty felt the thrill of the cool material lightly passing over her naked body. The brown circles of puckered flesh on the tip of each of her huge tits tightened into hard nobs as the silky fabric slid over them.
When the dress was in place and zipped tight, Betty stood in front of her full-length mirror and studied the effect of the dress on her body. The tops of her soft, smooth tits were clearly visible as they overflowed the tight dress. Her rock-hard nipples pressed against the cloth that held them so tight. The dark nipples showed their brown loveliness through the pink dress. Her full and voluptuous thighs showed under the hem of the extremely short skirt.
Betty turned around and bent slightly forward. Looking over her shoulder she could see that the bottoms of her ass cheeks showed with their smooth pink curves. She always put her dresses on before her underwear so she could tease herself in the mirror. Bending over further she saw the curly hairs of her pubic patch peeking out from under her ass. It was a shame to hide a view like that under a pair of panties, she thought. In fact, she had purposely forgotten to wear undies a few limes and had a lot of fun giving views to some of the men in the office. This was an important day though, and she decided to wear panties after all.
The underwear would have to be as sexy as the rest of her outfit, and she took her time deciding which pair were the tiniest and sheerest. Finally she chose a pair of transparent nylon panties. Pulling them up against her damp crotch, she had the comfortable feeling of having her cunt caressed. She pulled the tiny garment higher until the sheer, cool nylon slipped into the crack of her cunt. Her juices were soaking the material, and Betty knew that by the time she got to the office, the pungent fragrance of her cunt juice would be mixed with her perfume, creating an aroma of wild sexual frenzy for all those who came within smelling distance of her.
Betty liked to have something to appeal to every sense, and she knew that she had sight, smell and touch covered. Now, with her chain belt wrapped around her narrow waist, and the end of it freely dangling over her left thigh, she would have the added element of sound to attract attention. The only sense left was taste, and with a little luck she would find someone to give a taste to before the day was over.
When she left the apartment she was floating in the self-assurance she had in her sex appeal. There were two men in the elevator when she stepped in, and she noticed how their eyes opened wide as soon as they saw her. It gave Betty a nice feeling to know that she had the power to wake up sleepy men and give them a little boost in their pants. She gave each of them a warm smile and turned her back to them, facing the elevator doors. The urge to give these men a little extra something suddenly came over her and she bent down to straighten her hem. This gave the men a nice view of the tops of her thighs and almost, but not quite, the round fullness of the bottoms of her luscious ass cheeks. Both of the men had become pretty horny in a hurry, and they moved back as far as they could and tilted their heads in a desperate attempt to get a better view.
When the elevator doors slid open, Betty led the way to the street and continued her exhibitionism by walking in her most outlandishly whorish style. She knew that the men behind her had their eyes glued to her swaying ass, and she felt the warmth of their gaze through the thin fabric of her clothing.
In a few minutes Betty was speeding toward town in her XK-E. The beautiful, streamlined body of the car reminded her of a gigantic cock, and she thought a huge cock was just the thing she should travel in. Her dress was pushed up to her hips, and a small triangle of white nylon showed between her thighs. She loved the feeling of the leather seats under her bare skin. As she revved the perfectly tuned, twelve cylinder engine through each gear, her fingers massaged the heavy, round gearshift knob as if it were a throbbing cock head. Betty drove like she fucked. She put herself into it totally, and got as much out of it as she could.
For some reason the whine of the engine suddenly reminded her of an old boyfriend and the fun they had on his motorcycle. His name was Chuck and the only things he was interested in were his bike and his cock. Betty thought about the day they combined his interests. They were out in the desert riding around when Chuck suggested that they take their clothes off and ride naked. The idea seemed very exciting to Betty, and she was eager to try it.
It did turn out to be a good idea. The wind on their bare skin gave them a fantastic sense of flying, and the powerful machine between their naked thighs was incredibly exciting. As Betty held Chuck around his waist, she suddenly felt his prick touching her wrist! Chuck's huge cock was standing up in its full, blood-engorged glory. She grabbed it tightly in both her hands and held on for dear life as Chuck raced the bike to close to a hundred miles an hour. She reached down for his big balls and lifted them off the leather seat and held them in her hot hand.
Chuck slowed the bike and pulled over to the side of the road.
"Get off," he said breathlessly. "Get on in front of me."
Betty climbed over the gas tank in front of Chuck. She put her feet on top of his and held on to the handlebars. Chuck gunned the engine and once again they were flying along. With a quick movement of his hips, Chuck thrust, his stiff, throbbing cock into the soaking cunt that was waiting eagerly for it. As they roared along he began to pump his hot tool in and out of Betty's burning twat. Her juices were flowing from her gash and drenching Chuck's balls and the entire bike seat.
Betty began to feel the wonderful sensation of an orgasm growing deep within her belly. She knew that in a few seconds she would feel the cock in her exploding with hot, slimy jism. Betty could hear her own moans above the roar of the motorcycle. Just as her orgasm was about to fill her with that eruption of ecstasy that she-loved so much, Chuck gunned the throttle and the bike shot forward as if it had been fired from a cannon. The unexpected leap of the machine multiplied the force of her orgasm by an infinite amount. Electric currents shot through her body from her cunt to her head and back again. She was so blasted by the incredible experience that she forgot she was on a motorcycle in the desert. All she knew was that she had just been fucked like she had never been fucked before. It wasn't until Chuck stopped the bike off the road that she came to her senses.
"Oh, Chuck, that was sooooo nice," she purred as they slid off the bike and collapsed in the shadow of a rocky outcropping.
By the time Betty had run through this memory, she was pulling into the parking lot outside her office building. She wiggled her way up to her office, with the excitement of meeting the new girl filling her with happy anticipation. When she walked into the familiar office it was immediately obvious that something had changed. She scanned the large room with her intent and very beautiful eyes. It seemed that all the other eyes in the room were directed at one particular spot. Betty let her gaze follow those of the others.
There, at the very spot where everyone seemed to be looking, sat the most gorgeous and sexy woman Betty had ever seen. It took her a few seconds to get over the shock, but as soon as she did, she started walking in the direction of that wild-looking bitch. Betty was in charge of the office, and she wanted to introduce herself to the new member of their "family", and make her feel at home.
As she got closer to the new girl, she began sizing her up. Her face was very nice and had an interesting combination of innocence and sexy wisdom. Blonde, slightly wavy hair cascaded down on each side of her face. Betty noticed next that her tits were as big and firm as her own. It was clear that she wanted to show them off to their best advantage too. They were covered with a sheer, tight-fitting blouse that let the dark circles of her nipples show through. Betty could see that her nipples were erect and pressing against the taut fabric of her blouse. This made Betty's cunt begin to drool with lust.
The new girl looked up as Betty stepped up to her desk. Now that she was looking down at her, Betty could see that the rest of her body was as fantastic as the parts that had already set Betty's cunt awash.
"Hello, I'm Betty, the supervisor of this office."
The other woman stood. "My name is Joy," she said with a shy smile.
Betty felt a slight pang of jealousy as she looked at Joy's fantastic shape. Until then, Betty had the nicest body of all the women in the building-and there were a lot of gorgeous bitches who knew how to flaunt it too! Now, though, Betty would have to at least share the distinction of having the sexiest body. She wouldn't feel jealous if she thought she could get this whorish beauty into her bed for a little Lesbian fun. Betty would have to get busy trying to find out about the sexual tastes of this new cunt.
Betty held out her hand to Joy and stared hungrily at her bulging tits. Joy shook the hand that was offered to her, and when Betty looked up into Joy's face she caught her staring at her tits! That was a good sign, Betty thought as her cunt got juicier by the minute.
Betty went, to her own desk, which, luckily, had a nice view of Joy. Betty sat there looking at her new office mate's shapely ass and protruding jugs. The thought of burying her face up to her ears in Joy's sweet cunt had Betty sitting in a puddle of twat squeezings all morning!
Chapter Two
Betty had hoped to be called into Mr. Clark's office, but at four o'clock she still hadn't been, and she was getting a little worried. She had been looking forward to getting at the bottom of the controversy about Mr. Clark's cock, and what he did with it that was so special, and she would be very disappointed if she wouldn't be able to find out. Then, all of a sudden, Bruce Clark, Mr. Clark's son, was standing at her desk and telling her that "Dad" wanted to see her right away.
This was it! she thought. Her promotion! She jumped up and headed for Mr. Clark's office. Junior was right behind her, and as soon as they were on the elevator, his right hand disappeared up Betty's short skirt.
"Not now," Betty said as she squirmed away, "I'm too nervous right now."
"Nothing to be nervous about, sweetie," he said, slipping his fingers into the liquid slot of her pussy.
"Really, Bruce, I'm just too-" She couldn't say more because he suddenly pressed his mouth against hers and slipped his hot tongue into her mouth. With Bruce's fingers massaging the pink interior of her twat and his tongue snaking around in her mouth, she was powerless. Her lust overcame all her other desires and all she wanted at that moment was to satisfy the cravings of her starving cunt and horny mouth.
Bruce pressed the emergency stop button and the elevator came to an abrupt stop between the sixth and seventh floors. He pulled Betty down onto the lush carpet of the elevator. She lifted her legs and Bruce slipped her panties off her shapely hips and down her long beautiful legs. The delicate odor of her wet pussy rose from the hairy mound between her legs and filled the tiny cubicle. Bruce unfastened his belt and pulled off his pants and underwear and threw them in the corner.
The sight of his large cock standing out from his body and the loose sac containing his heavy balls swinging freely below it drove Betty into a wild fit of passion. She tackled him around his hips and slammed her mouth down on his long, stiff prick. She forced the shaft into her mouth until the swollen head of his cock was deep in her throat.
Bruce spread Betty's legs and nuzzled his head between her warm thighs. He stuck his tongue out and touched the outer lips of her quivering cunt. The outer lips were swollen with excitement, and her love juice was freely flowing. Bruce moved his head closer to the steaming twat and sunk his tongue deeper into her pit of passion. Betty's body shook with tremors of lust. The strong tongue began licking the tight knot of her clitoris.
Betty had been eaten by hundreds of men, and she was a good judge of cunt lappers, so she knew the lapper who was working on her at that moment was one of the best. She was determined to give him as good a blow job as he was giving her, and put herself into it body and soul.
She took the head of his tool into her throat and swallowed so that the constriction of her throat gave his cock head a strange and exciting sensation. After a few of these swallows, she brought the head of his cock into her mouth and rubbed it with her tongue, then shoved it back into her throat. Betty held his balls in her hand as if they were valuable and fragile gems.
Bruce ran his tongue from her nutlike clit along the inner lips of her boiling box and reached into the hot canal of her vagina as far as his tongue could reach. The walls of her cunt felt satin smooth to his groping, lashing tongue. The fluid that oozed from her crack ran down his cheek and neck. When he withdrew his tongue from the depths of her pussy, he moved it toward her asshole. He licked the bottoms of her ass cheeks that protected the secret opening of her anus. When his probing tongue found the tight hole he licked it gently at first, and then more vigorously, and finally pressed his tongue through the tight opening. He managed to stick about an inch of tongue into the spunky space, and he moved it in a circular motion. He could tell Betty was really getting off by the way she was grinding her crotch into his face.
Bruce's tongue in her ass was driving Betty absolutely wild. She reacted by sucking him harder and faster. She was thrusting her head back and forth on his fat bat. With clawing fingers she parted the cheeks of his ass and poked a finger into his asshole.
When he felt that he would be coming soon, Bruce attacked her clit once again so they could come together. He pressed his tongue on the erect clitoris and wiggled it as hard and fast as he could.
Betty felt the stirrings of an orgasm beginning in her, and she wanted to bring Bruce off at the same time. She grabbed the thick shaft of his cock, and while sucking vigorously on the head, she moved the skin up and down over the bone within. Betty came first. The ecstasy of her orgasm surged through her body, and just as the intensity began to subside, the fat cock head in her mouth began spewing hot cum. The thick liquid filled her mouth so fast she could hardly swallow it all. When the twitching cock finally stopped erupting, Betty sucked it clean so that when she let it drop out of her mouth it was clean as well as limp.
Now that her cunt was taken care of for a while, she suddenly remembered what she was doing when she was sidetracked.
"Holy shit!" she screamed as she jumped up and turned the elevator back on. When the door opened at the tenth floor, Bruce was just pulling his pants up. Bruce began running after her, waving her undies and yelling to her that she had forgotten them. She had just noticed the cool breeze on her ass, and by the time she heard Bruce yelling, she realized she had forgotten them. She stopped long enough to grab the flimsy garment, wipe the juice from the insides of her thighs with it, and step into it and pull it up under her dress.
She opened the door to the outer office where Mr. Clark's secretary sat waiting for her. Betty wiped the comers of her mouth just in case there might be a drop of cream there. The only times she had talked to Mr. Clark were when he strolled through her office, and then it was only a few polite words. She didn't know quite what to expect, and she was very nervous. The secretary pressed a button on her intercom and informed Mr. Clark that Betty was waiting to see him.
"Send her right in," she heard his voice over the intercom say.
"Mr. Clark will see you now," the secretary said as if she were the only one who could hear a voice on the electronic device. "Go right in."
Betty stood and looked down at herself to make sure she was all together. When she was satisfied, she thrust her tits out and walked into the inner office. Mr. Clark was sitting at his big mahogany desk and didn't even look up when Betty came in. She swished up to the desk with her big tits leading the way. Finally, Mr. Clark looked up from the sheaf of papers he was shuffling. He looked directly into her eyes. Betty tried not to look nervous, and returned his stare.
"I've been hearing good things about you," he said at last.
He said this without a trace of emotion in his voice, or on his aged but quite handsome face. Betty guessed that he must be at least sixty, and at the opposite end of the age spectrum from the men she really liked, but there was something about this old goat that turned her on. She couldn't put her finger on it but she had the feeling that she would like to. She waited for him to say something else.
Finally he said, "I've decided to make you my personal secretary."
Betty felt a rush of excitement fill her body, and her sexy mouth stretched into a wide smile. She drew a deep breath, pressing her hard nipples against the front of her sheer blouse.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Clark. Ill work very hard and you'll be glad you chose me for the job," she said breathlessly.
"Mrs. Samuells is leaving the firm and she will be cleaning out her desk this evening. You can move into the outer office tomorrow morning." He said all of this with a very businesslike poker face. Then, with a slight hint of a smile, he lowered his gaze to her tits that were thrusting at him and said, "Well then, I'll see you first thing in the morning."
"Yes, Mr. Clark, thank you, see you tomorrow," she stammered in her excitement as she retreated toward the door.
She was so excited she ran all the way to her office to tell all the other women about her good luck. As she ran through the halls of the building, her huge tits bounced around wildly in the tight blouse. The heavy flesh leaped up with each step she took, and then fell back to her chest with a quiver. Her nipples rubbed against the smooth, cool material that held the treasure that were her incredible knockers. Her ass followed the example of her jugs, and shook and bounced with every step.
As she raced through corridor after corridor, people had to jump back out of her way or they would have been run over. Every eye was on her crazily bouncing and swaying body, and she left a string of hardening cocks in her wake.
When she got back to her office she was completely out of breath. She stood there panting, her tits heaving with each breath. Every one of the women in the office looked up at her. She looked like she had just been fucked by the Olympic fucking team. At least that's what the girls in the office thought. What else could cause her to look so happy?
All at once the women all got up and began walking toward her. They had to find out what was going on! Soon Betty was surrounded by a flock of curious women.
"What's going on, baby, you look like a fourteen-year-old who's just lost her virginity," said Rose, one of the veteran fuckers of the office staff.
Betty told them about her new position as Mr. Clark's personal secretary. She talked about having her own office, the raise that would go along with the promotion, and how much more interesting the work would be.
"Yeah, and how about the fringe benefits?" asked Sally.
"The old man is supposed to be the greatest fuck in the world, or something like that, isn't he?" said June, a new girl.
"Well, according to the stories I've heard he's got the biggest cock in town," said another.
"Ill tell you what," Betty said with a smug smile on her lips, "if anything happens 111 be sure
Chapter Three
On the way home Betty decided she would have to celebrate. The best celebration she could imagine would be to find a good-looking teenager with a big bulge in his pants. As she neared her apartment she began looking for a stud to approach. A newsboy, a delivery boy, a magazine salesman; any young fucker would do, but there didn't seem to be any possibilities around.
Oh well, she thought, she would go up to her place and have a nice dinner and go out later in search of her dream stud. She took a hot shower and had a leisurely dinner. As she began to get ready to hit the streets she began to plan her strategy. She knew it was easy to lure the horny fuckers into her XK-E, and once they were that close their young cocks would be hard and ready for anything. Once, when she had a young stud in her car and put her hand on his thigh, his prick grew so fast that he began squirming around like a caught fish in a desperate effort to get his stiff tool into a comfortable position. The boy was very embarrassed, but Betty couldn't keep from laughing. She almost lost that one, but with a little encouragement and a few well-chosen words she got his cock in her. And what a cock it was! The memory of it gave Betty a shiver of lust, and she began to dress a little faster.
When she was behind the wheel of her cock-shaped car, she decided to have it washed. She pulled into the car wash. When one of the men opened her door for her to get out, she explained to him that she liked to stay in the car while it went through the washing machine. He said it was okay with him, and in a minute she was disappearing into the spray of the dark tunnel. Once she was out of sight she had an inspiration. Whenever she found herself alone suddenly and unexpectedly, she got very horny and couldn't keep her hands off her drooling cunt.
Now that she was surrounded by spraying jets of water and huge rotating brushes, she was buzzing with perverted lust! She grabbed her throbbing twat in her strong hand and began to massage the wet, hairy mound. She knew that she didn't have much time, and started rubbing harder and faster. With a flash of inspiration, she threw her right leg over the hump in the middle of the car so the gearshift lever was directly under her flaming pussy. With her finger, she pulled the soaking crotch of her panties to one side, exposing the lips of her desperately horny cunt to the fat handle of the gearshift lever. Slowly she lowered her body until the knob slipped into the slimy cave that was her twat. The inner lips stretched over the plastic ball and it disappeared into her. It was still warm from the constant caress of her hand as it filled her box with its hard roundness.
Between her index finger and her thumb was the hard pea of her clitoris. As she raised and lowered her body on the gearshift knob she rolled her clit firmly between her fingers. She would roll it for a few seconds, then pull on it as if it were a miniature cock, and then she would press it into the flesh of her box and wiggle it vigorously. Over and over she repeated these manipulations with the skill that can only be developed through constant practice.
As her head began to swim in the ecstasy of wild sexual energy, she moved her body up and down faster and faster, thrusting the hard knob in and out of her trembling twat. She squeezed her clit tighter and pulled it harder as her body neared the point of orgasm. Betty looked around to see if she was going to have time to finish the job properly. As she felt herself on the verge of coming, a big, wet cylindrical brush passed over her windshield, and she could see light ahead. She only had a few seconds before she would be out of the dark tunnel and surrounded by men with rags drying the car and looking in the windows at her.
With all her energy she quickened her movements until she was in the grip of a powerful orgasm. It didn't matter any more if she was caught in this perverted and ridiculous act. All that mattered was the intense pleasure that was exploding within her! With her last bit of strength she gave herself a few more strokes as the last wave of her orgasm flowed through her.
She looked up and saw that her car was just emerging from the private darkness into the prying light. She threw herself off the gearshift lever and into the driver's seat. As the men converged on her car with their rags, she was sitting behind the wheel and calmly looking straight ahead. Her leg was still over the transmission though, and, as gracefully as she could, she lifted it over the hump and slipped it under the dashboard as if there were nothing unusual about it. The men caught a good view of her leg, and it got them interested in the rest of her. They were peering through the windows at her and not paying any attention to the car even though they were rubbing it like mad with their rags. Betty smiled whorishly at them as she enjoyed their hungry stares. The way they were massaging the cock-shaped car, it seemed to Betty that they must be imagining that they were working on the cocks in their own pants.
When they had finally finished, she grabbed the sticky gearshift knob and sped away, leaving the men looking longingly at the rear of the sports car.
Betty cruised around for a while looking in the usual places for the young meat that she hungered for so desperately. She didn't see any of the familiar faces, or any new ones that interested her, either. Then, one of those lucky occurrences that happened every once in a while, happened. As she turned a corner, she spotted a handsome young stud standing at the curb with his thumb sticking out. He seemed to be about sixteen years old and had a magnificent, young and hard body. * The sleek English sports car swerved over to where the boy was standing, causing him to jump back in fright. It took him a few seconds to realize that this sexy bitch in this fantastic car had actually pulled over to pick him up. When he came to his senses, he opened the door and slid into the soft, leather bucket seat. Before he had the door closed Betty had gunned the engine and the car was pulling away from the curb.
In the comer of her eye Betty could see the boy looking at her body, and she knew what was going on in his pants. She looked over at him and smiled. He was getting very homy and Betty knew it. She looked down at the bulge in his pants and knew she had a real prize in her car.
"Where are you going?" she asked him.
"Victoria Avenue," he answered. "You know, that pizza joint right on the comer?"
"Do you hang around there?" Betty knew that that place was a hangout for young fuckers, and had even picked up a few studs there.
"Yeah, it's a nice place to hang out," he said.
Betty had to think of a way to delay this fantastic fucker, and get his big prick into her several bodily orifices. In order to stall for time to think, and to give him a good view of her body, she pulled into a parking lot in front of a drug store.
"Ill be right out," she said, and then added with a wink, "Don't go away."
She got out of the car and began walking toward the drug store with her most outlandish walk. Her hips swayed back and forth in her tight skirt. The skirt hugged her ass so tightly that the crevice between the round mounds of her ass showed clearly. The shapely thighs that appeared under her skirt looked so soft and smooth to the boy waiting in the car he couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to have those thighs wrapped around his head. His huge prick throbbed in his jeans. He sat there imagining what it would be like to fuck a dynamite chick like that. He wondered if he should try to get in her pants, and how he should go about' it. It was tough being sixteen years old. Most older women weren't interested in guys his age, and even if they were, he didn't have his own place where he could take a chick and fuck her.
As he sat there with his horny thoughts, Betty was thumbing the magazines in the rack. She thought she would give that young stud a chance to think about what he had seen when she walked into the drug store. In a few minutes she would walk back to the car and give him another good look at her body, and then she would strike!
When she thought she had let him stew long enough, she left the store. As she walked back to the car she kept an eye on him and noticed that he was staring hungrily at her tits. She felt her boobs bouncing rhythmically as she sauntered sexily over to the car. The boy was hypnotized by the up and down jostling of her huge tits, and didn't even notice that she was looking right at him. Betty knew that his intense but blank stare and slightly opened mouth meant that he was thinking the same thing she was.
When she slipped back into the car she was ready to take the situation in hand. She started the car and headed down the street again, but soon turned down a side road.
"Hey, aren't you going to Victoria Avenue?" the boy asked nervously.
"You didn't say you were in a hurry," Betty said with a slight hint of tease in her voice.
"Well, I'm not but..." he stammered.
"Well, then just relax," she said in her most seductive voice.
In no time at all they came to another side road, and the sleek car took the turn on two wheels. They came to a stop at a deserted spot that the boy never knew existed.
"I brought you here because I'm interested in young people like you. I want to know something about you."
The boy was nervous, but his hominess was stronger than his fear. He turned toward her and seemed to relax a little.
"What's your name, honey?" she asked.
"Carl," he said, "what's yours?"
"Betty." She reached over and put her hand on his knee. "Do you think I have a nice body, Carl?"
"Yeah, I sure do."
Betty leaned over and put her mouth next to his ear. "Would you like to fuck me?"
Before he could answer she jabbed her tongue into his ear and ran it along all the ridges and hollows of that organ. When that had started it off, she pulled her head back and smiled at him. Then she leaned forward again and brought her lips down against his. By this time the youth couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed his tongue into her hot, waiting mouth. His tongue was long and strong. It filled her mouth with its warm, soft presence. Betty could taste his saliva, and couldn't wait to taste his hot cum. He wrapped his large hand around her big, heavy tit and squeezed it. She placed her hand on the bump in his pants and felt his pulse in his twitching cock.
With a few quick and skillful movements of her fingers, she unfastened his pants and unzipped his fly. His huge, erect cock jumped out into the cool evening air. Betty grabbed it like a starving woman would grab a sausage. It was so thick that she could hardly make her fingers meet her thumb as they gripped the mighty shaft. Blue veins ran crookedly along the length of it. She released her grip on the shaft and ran her hand up to the swollen head. It seemed to be as big as a baseball in her hand. The dimensions of this fantastic cock made Betty's pussy flow with warm, slick love juice.
Carl moved his hand from her tit to her crotch. He felt the wet nylon of her underwear stretched over the fat flesh of her hairy cunt "Rip my underwear off!" she gasped into his ear.
He grabbed the panties by the crotch and with a jerk tore them off her hips. She spread her thighs and her snatch opened to his probing fingers. He slipped his long middle finger up the slimy canal of her passion pit. It seemed to Betty that his stiff finger was as big as most of the cocks that had slipped into her cunt in her many years of fucking. He pressed his finger all around in the confines of that long, narrow tube with an amazing amount of skill.
Betty grasped his finger with the muscles in her cunt. She was very skillful at using those hidden muscles, and the men she fucked always were amazed and happily surprised when they felt her pussy grabbing and holding their cocks like a strong hand. The insides of her twat felt like wet velvet to Carl, and he thought that this must be the nicest cunt in town. He slipped another finger in, and the elastic walls in her cunt stretched to make room. Betty was surprised at the boy's skill as he spread his fingers and wiggled them around in a very interesting way.
Betty bent down into the boy's lap until her lips met the enormous globe of his cock head. She kissed the opening at the very tip of the tool and then opened her mouth as wide as she could. Even with her mouth gaping open, she had to stuff his prick into it. Once the blood-gorged piece of meat was in her mouth, she was able to slide her tongue around it and swivel her head around, providing the friction that would release the hot cream that was coming to a boil in his balls.
With both hands she grabbed the pillar that began in his lap and ended in her mouth. She slid the skin up and down along his rod with a slow, steady rhythm. Sucking as hard as she could and massaging his meat gave Betty that lustful feeling of being in control of a man's passions. To be able to work on a beautiful cock until the man attached to it was writhing in ecstasy seemed to be one of the most wonderful things about being a woman.
Betty could hear her young stud breathing harder and faster and she knew it wouldn't be long before she would be tasting and thick, white fluid that would be filling her mouth. She increased the tempo of her strokes on his throbbing cock. As the hot liquid began to surge through his tubes, he grabbed Betty's head and moved it up and down on his cock head. She felt the fat ball of flesh ramming into the back of her throat with every thrust. Her teeth were scraping the rim of his prick, but the boy didn't even notice pain; he was too close to coming.
The next thing Betty knew was that her mouth was filled with the slimy love juice that she had been waiting for. It shot into her mouth under high pressure, hitting the back of her throat with its hot fire. Spurt after spurt burst from his cock until it began to dribble out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. When the cock in her mouth stopped ejaculating and she had sucked every trace of cum off it, she raised her head and looked at the youth. The dazed expression on his face told Betty that her blow job had been a good one.
"Did you like that?" she asked as she wiped the jism off her chin with her finger and then licked her finger clean.
"Yeah, fantastic," he said with a sigh.
"Well then, it's your turn," she said as she turned toward him and brought her legs up and put them on the door behind the boy. He was surrounded by her shapely legs, and her cunt was gaping at him from the warm valley of her crotch.
Carl leaned forward and met the pungent odor of a hot twat. The hairs on the soft mound of her pussy tickled his nose as he stuck his tongue out and began to search for the opening in the curly hair. At first, he just put the tip of his tongue in the crack and ran it up and down the length of it. Then, slowly, he put it in further until it found the nob of her clitoris. He circled the little button and then pressed it firmly. Next he licked her clit with long, lapping strokes like a dog licking a steak. This made Betty arch her back and gasp. The boy knew that he was doing a good job.
The pleasure that can only be experienced through sex was gathering in Betty's body and causing her to breathe in fast, deep pants. The stud between her legs had turned out to be an expert cunt lapper, and Betty was taking advantage of it. She ground her cunt into his face as hard as she could, and Carl responded by licking her harder and faster. The rough surface of his tongue rubbed the velvet lining of her cunt and poked into the drooling cave that was hidden far back in the slit of her hairy snatch.
When Betty felt the rush of an orgasm beginning in her, her hips began to jerk up and down spastically. Carl could hardly keep his tongue on her button with her cunt jumping around like that. He grabbed her around the hips and held on with all his might. With her in his viselike grasp, he ground his face in her soaking cunt and sucked on her clit until she was moaning and gasping in desperation.
When her body finally went limp he eased his grip but didn't stop lapping. Instead he merely began licking her more gently. With a flash of excitement Betty realized that he was starting all over again. Carl repeated the whole process again, and when he sat back in his seat, Betty was a limp, thoroughly eaten cunt. It took her a few minutes to get herself together enough to speak.
"Oh Carl, you are one fantastic cunt lapper!" She slowly lifted a limp arm toward him and stroked his cheek.
They sat in the car and talked about the joys of well-trained mouths and about cocks and cunts and all of the fun they had had with each other.
Betty asked the boy for his phone number and wrote it down in a little book that she kept for that purpose. When she dropped him off in front of the pizzeria there was a group of boys standing around outside. They all stopped talking and looked at the sleek car and the sexy bitch in the driver's seat. Carl smiled at her and said goodbye. She told him she would call him soon.
Carl didn't know if he would tell his friends about his experience with this slut. None of his horny friends would believe a story even half as good as the true story that he could tell them. He was known as a truthful guy who wasn't a bullshit artist. It seemed that the only way he could keep his reputation would be to keep this incredible adventure to himself. By the time the evening was over, he wasn't sure himself if it had really happened or if he had dreamed it.
Betty felt good with her well-used cunt, and she even seemed satisfied for the time being. She wanted to drive around and feel absolutely free. She headed for the desert where she could unwind the Jaguar. As the desert roads stretched straight before her she stepped harder on the gas. The car picked up speed and Betty felt the acceleration in her cunt. Soon she was flying along at a cool hundred and twenty. Speeding down a dark road in the desert was one of her favorite pastimes-second to fucking and sucking, of course!
When she came to a spot where the road followed a high mountain ridge with a view of the city, she pulled off the road and got out of the car. The warm desert breeze brushed her cheek lightly. She walked over to the edge of the cliff and looked out over the lights of the city. Looking down from up there gave her a feeling of power and strength. She thought of all the people down there that she would like to fuck. She had already fucked hundreds, but there were so many more! She probably wouldn't even be able to meet all the people that would be good fucks. The thought of the thousands of fat cocks and juicy cunts that she could never have made her feel a little frustrated and homy. As she thought more about it though, she realized that as long as there was a cock around when she needed one she should be satisfied. After all, it was rather selfish to want every cock.
That made her feel better. She no longer felt frustrated. She did feel homy, though. Without her thinking about it, her hand crept up her skirt and touched her cunt. Automatically she began to massage her clit. It gave her a strange, erotic thrill to be jerking off at the side of the road looking over the city. She squatted down and spread her thighs. The night air felt nice on the damp interior of her hungry snatch. Her skillful fingers opened the outer lips while her middle finger slipped into her vaginal canal. As her middle finger stimulated the deep pit, her thumb rubbed her clit into a frenzied little nut. She kept this up until she came. A tremor passed through her body and she stood up. Sometimes she thought that masturbation was the best type of sex. It was always available and the ability to merely rub herself off at a moment's notice made it very handy. Of course she would never pass up a good stiff cock in favor of her finger, but it was nice to know that it was there when she needed it.
Suddenly she remembered that tomorrow was going to be a big day for her. The evening had been a success and she was tired. It would be nice to crawl into bed and drift off to sleep. She got in her car and in a flurry of spinning wheels and flying gravel she turned around and headed back toward the city and her bed.
Chapter Four
As soon as she woke in the morning she was filled with excitement. This was to be her first day as Mr. Clark's personal secretary! She leaped out of bed and into the shower. As she scrubbed her body she imagined what the new job would be like. She thought of having her own office and meeting all the handsome young executives she would meet. It was sure to be a big improvement over her old job.
It took her quite a while to pick out an outfit for such an important day. She wanted to make an impression and be super sexy. Finally she found a sweater that she hadn't worn in a long time. It was very tight, even tighter than she remembered. The loosely woven material clung to her body. The two big globes that protruded from her chest looked even bigger than they were with the garment holding them tightly. The material was just loose enough for a hint of nipple to show through as a slightly dark circle on the white material. Also, the roughly knitted fabric would rub her nipples all day, keeping them erect.
When she thought she looked her sexy best she ran down to her car and sped off to the office. She went into her old office to clean out her desk and say goodbye to her old friends. Of course she would still see them, but it wouldn't be the same. As she emptied her desk of all the things she had accumulated in the years that she had been there, all the girls gathered around her.
"Don't forget about us down here in the dungeon," one of her old office mates kidded.
"If you get into old man Clark's pants be sure to tell us about it," said another.
With her belongings in her arms, Betty looked at all the faces gathered around her. She had sucked many of their pussies and had shared men with others. A few of them had been in fantastic orgies with her. She knew that she would miss them. No more gossiping all day, and it would be hard to keep up on all the latest news about who was fucking whom. They were a great bunch of broads, but with an opportunity like this she would have to give up a few pleasures.
She ran down to the elevator hollering her goodbyes to the girls she was leaving behind. The elevator doors were just closing when she got there, and she barely managed to squeeze through.
When she got to her new office there didn't seem to be anyone around. She put her things in her new desk and sat down to wait for whatever might happen. The phone rang a few times and she took a few messages. The rest of the time, for the next couple of hours, she just sat mere looking sexy.
Finally Mr. Clark came in. He said hello to her and disappeared into the inner office. After a short time had passed, his voice came out of the intercom on her desk. He asked her to come into his office. Betty went in with a smile on her face and a wiggle in her ass. Mr. Clark was at his desk exactly like the last time.
He explained a few things to her about her new duties, and how he expected her to run the office. Everything about him was very businesslike and formal. Betty was beginning to wonder what she was getting into as she thought of leaving the friendly atmosphere of her old job and being stuck in an office alone as secretary to an old stick in the mud. Just before she left, he told her to call him Harry, and gave her a slight smile. That little bit of friendliness made her feel a lot better.
She went back to her desk and tried to remember all the things that Mr. Clark told her. As soon as her coffee break time came along, though, she ran down to her old friends downstairs. Sharon, an old friend of hers, was on her way down to the snack bar, and Betty ran into her in the hallway. Sharon was a sexy bitch who shared Betty's lust for women as well as for men. The two of them had spent many hours together with their faces buried in each other's twats.
"Sharon, baby, am I glad to see you," Betty said as she grabbed the other woman by the arm and pressed her tits firmly against her.
The two sluts got into the elevator together, and before Betty began telling Sharon about her new job she threw her arms around the sexy bitch. They were alone in the elevator and Betty wanted to take advantage of it. She pulled her friend against her. Their full tits came together in a heap of soft, warm flesh. As soon as their lips met, Betty shoved her tongue into the other woman's open mouth. Betty grabbed Sharon's round ass cheeks in her strong grasp and pulled their cunts tightly together. Just as their cunts began to flow the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open.
The two girls let go of each other before anyone saw them in their perverted embrace. Betty had forgotten how sweet Sharon's body was since the last time they had been together, and the first thing she said to her was that she wanted to see her that evening. Sharon agreed, and they made a date to meet at Betty's place. With that taken care of, Betty began to tell her about the new job. It was nice to be able to confide in a good friend, Betty realized as she told Sharon of her impression of Mr. Clark.
"I've heard that he is an absolutely fantastic lay, and has one of the greatest cocks in history,"
Sharon said.
"Yeah, I've heard all of that too," Betty said, "but he just seems so uptight and cold. He walked in this morning as if he had a stick up his ass."
"Well, honey, give it a chance. After all, this is only your first day," Sharon said.
Betty admitted that her friend was right, and she immediately felt a lot better. She left Sharon and ran back to her office. She didn't want to be late getting back from her break on her first day. Now that she had the date with Sharon to look forward to, she was buzzing with excitement.
Back at her desk Betty was ready for her new secretarial duties. Not much happened all day. Several times sexy-looking chicks came in to see Mr. Clark. She announced them over the intercom, and each time he told her to send them right in. Each of them spent about an hour with him and then left.
Betty had plenty of time to browse through the fashion magazines that were always with her. She would begin by looking at the latest fashions, but before long, it was the models that held her attention. Although Betty preferred big tits and heavy asses, the thin figures of the fashion models also turned her on. As she flipped the pages with one hand, she stroked her inner thighs with the other. In this way she was able to keep her pussy damp and make the day pass quickly.
When it was time to go home she hadn't seen Mr. Clark at all except for their brief meeting that morning. She buzzed him on the intercom and told him that she was leaving. He said goodnight to her in a pleasant but formal voice, and she echoed him. She was glad to be outside and on her way home. Thoughts of Sharon's hot, juicy cunt filled her with anticipation.
She made herself a light but nourishing dinner.
She would need a lot of energy for her sucking session with Sharon, and she didn't want to be sluggish from a full stomach. A salad and a hard-boiled egg was the best meal before a vigorous bout of fucking or sucking, she had found through years of experience.
After dinner she took a shower. She used a new kind of soap that smelled like a pine forest in spring. Her cunt received an especially good scrubbing. The hard bar of soap was slid back and forth in the outer lips of her cunt until the thick lather was mixed with her own fragrant liquid. The puckered entrance of her anus also got a good going over. She wanted to have a spic and span crotch for her friend to work on.
When her large tits were slippery with soap, she rubbed them vigorously. It was a lot of fun playing with her tits when they were soapy. The huge jugs slipped around in her hands and it was hard to lift one of the heavy mounds without letting it slip out of her grasp and fall against her chest with a loud slapping sound.
When her body was scrubbed and rubbed until her skin was glowing pink, she stepped out of the shower into the steamy fog of the bathroom. She grabbed a fluffy bath towel and gently blotted the beads of water from her clean skin. The towel rubbed into the wet hairs of her pussy until they were once again curly and springy. After drying her big tits, she dried her back by holding the towel by its ends and using it "shoeshine" fashion. This vigorous motion made her heavy jugs swing back and forth wildly. They swung like twin pendulums, first to one side then to the other.
There didn't seem to be much point in getting dressed, so she just put on one of her whorish negligees. It was very transparent, and it came down just bellow her crotch. Her protruding breasts held it away from the front of her body. The cool, light material rested gently on her brown, puckered nipples. Through the thin nylon, her triangular pubic patch could be seen clearly but slightly out of focus. Her long, shapely legs below the negligee looked like the road to a fabulous treasure-and they were just that!
Betty sat down on the couch with her back leaning against the arm. She lifted her knees, giving a glimpse of the curly black hair that stuck out from the backs of her smooth thighs to anyone who might come into the room. Picking up a magazine, she began to wait anxiously for the doorbell to ring. As she thumbed through the pages, she looked for a model with a body that would remind her of Sharon's. None of the models had Sharon's big tits or round, high ass, though.
When the doorbell did ring she jumped up so fast that she even surprised herself with her eagerness. She laughed at herself as she went to the button on her wall that would unlock the door downstairs. Quickly she unlocked the door to her apartment and ran back over to the couch and sat down in the same sexy pose. Her heart was beating fast in her homy excitement.
In a minute she heard a gentle rapping at her door. "Come in," she sang in a light voice. "You homy cunt-lapping bitch," she added in a mock growl.
The door opened and Sharon stepped into the room. Betty's cunt dripped a few drops of juice when she saw her lesbian playmate standing there in her slutty beauty. Sharon was wearing a pair of faded jeans that fitted her hips like a second skin. The girl's full thighs were shown off to full advantage by the blue denim that hugged them. Her firm tits were standing on her chest under a tight t-shirt. The magnificent roundness of those huge globes made Betty breathe a little deeper.
Sharon walked over to the couch very slowly, with a sensuous wiggle in her wide hips. As she walked, her tits swayed slightly and Betty noticed two bumps grow on the tips of those jugs as Sharon's nipples contracted into- hard nobs right before her eyes!
"M-m-m, I smell a warm pussy," Sharon said with a twinkle in her eye as she sat down on the couch next to Betty's homy body.
"Does the smell make you hungry?" Betty asked seductively.
"Starving," the other woman answered.
Sharon leaned forward and pressed her lips hotly to the waiting lips on Betty's flushed face. Their tongues met and twined around each other. Sharon's hand slipped up Betty's loose negligee and came to rest on the wide expanse of her tit. The warmth of Betty's huge breast under her hand made Sharon's cunt wet as her body began to prepare itself for sex.
The two homy lesbians moved their faces in a corkscrew motion as their tongues slithered into each other's mouths. Their hands grabbed at the tits that pressed against their own. When they ended the passionate kiss, Sharon stood up. She lifted the t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her tits got caught for a second in the shirt, and were lifted high off her chest, only to tumble out of the folds of the cotton jersey and sink down on her chest again with a quiver. The loose movements of Sharon's jugs drove Betty wild. She couldn't wait to get those huge masses of flesh into her mouth!
Sharon unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off her hips. They were so tight she had to do quite a lot of wiggling to get them off. As they fell away from her hips, her curly pubic triangle came into view. The sight of her dark hair on the background of white skin that covered her wide hips sent a shiver into Betty's cunt. Sharon let her pants drop around her ankles and pulled one foot out of them and, with her other foot, kicked them across the room. She stood there completely naked except for her colorful platform shoes, which she left on.
She sat back down next to Betty. Betty took one of Sharon's tits in each of her hands and lifted them as if she were comparing their weight. She loved to feel the weight of heavy tits in her homy hands. Sharon leaned farther forward so Betty could reach one of her brown nipples with her mouth. She rubbed her lips gently over the nob of that hard nipple a few times before taking it into her mouth. When she sucked the brown circle into her hot mouth, a sigh escaped from Sharon. Betty continued to suck the hard nipple as Sharon slipped her hand between Betty's legs and moved toward the prize that waited at the junction of those soft thighs. Betty spread her legs a little to make room for the hand that was slipping slowly closer to her soaking cunt.
When Betty felt Sharon's fingertips on her pussy, she gasped and spread her legs wider. The fingers entered the wet opening and began massaging the slimy interior of her passionate cunt with the skill that only a person with a cunt of their own can have. Her fingers worked on the clitoris and ran along the inner lips. She slid a few fingers into the canal, while keeping one on the magic button of the clit. Betty was getting dizzy from the expert manipulation of her twat by the sexy girl that was working so hard on her. In her growing frenzy, she had all she could do to keep Sharon's nipple in her mouth.
Suddenly, Sharon slipped her hand out of Betty's cunt. She, slid away from her along the couch until she was between Betty's legs. She smiled at Betty and slowly lowered her head into her crotch. Sharon pushed her face into Betty's cunt and stuck her tongue out and right into the drooling vaginal canal. Sharon's tongue was nice and long and she really knew how to use it. Betty's love juice was running down her chin and neck as she buried her face as far into the cunt as she possibly could. Her tongue was wiggling and fluttering wildly, driving Betty wild with passion* ate delight. It didn't take long before Sharon heard the low moans coming from Betty's gaping mouth, and she knew that the bitch was about to come. As an orgasm shot through her body, Betty wrapped her legs around Sharon's head and pulled it even tighter against her exploding twat. Sharon sucked Betty's clitoris into her mouth and sucked furiously on it while Betty twisted her body in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
When Sharon felt the legs around her head go limp, she let the clit slip out of her mouth. She gave Betty a few seconds to catch her breath, and then lay back against the opposite end of the couch and spread her legs.
As Betty crawled between her lover's legs she noticed her own love juice shining on the other girl's face. Betty put her hands on Sharon's thighs and lowered her face toward the pussy that was looking up at her. The funky odor of the cunt rose to meet Betty's nose as she brought her head down to the warm crotch that was eagerly waiting beneath her.
Betty gave head at least as well as Sharon, and before long Sharon was writhing in the grip of her own mighty orgasm. Now that both of them had had their first taste of ecstasy that evening, they rested in each other's arms until the lust began to wet their cunts for another go at it.
When they had rested awhile, Betty got up and made drinks. She knew that a few drinks would loosen them up, and the next bout of sucking would be even better than the first. They drank the strong drinks facing each other on the couch. They amused themselves by sticking their toes into each other's twats and tickling their tits with their toes.
Before long they were both more than ready for more action. Betty took Sharon's foot in her hand and brought it up to her mouth. She bit the big toe lightly and began to suck on it. She ran her tongue all around and between the toes. Then she kissed Sharon's shapely ankle. She began to kiss her way up the other woman's leg. When she got to her knee she kissed the back of it with such skill that Sharon thought she was going to come right away. When she continued up the thigh, Sharon's cunt was leaking huge amounts of fragrant liquid that wet the insides of her thighs and the cute, round bottoms of her ass cheeks.
When Betty had licked her way up to the top of Sharon's leg, she began tasting the nice flavor of cunt. She began lapping up the juice with hungry licks. As fast as she licked it up it was replaced by more of the same. She licked her way to the bottoms of the ass cheeks that were peeking out from under the wet curls that grew around the loosely gaping cunt lips.
Betty slid her tongue between those cheeks until her tongue tip felt the tight hole that was the entrance to Sharon's ass. She pressed the puckered spot until her tongue entered the opening. The thrill of having her ass entered by this bitch's hot tongue made Sharon shudder in a fit of perverted passion. Betty felt the shudder go through Sharon's body and was glad that her tongue could give someone so much pleasure.
Betty put her hands under Sharon's thighs and lifted them up. This brought her asshole into a more accessible position. She pushed her tongue in as far as she could and wiggled it around as much as the narrow opening would allow. Her tongue was so far up her friend's ass that her nose was in her pussy. This was a new experience for her, and new experiences were getting very rare for Betty. She took a deep breath and stuck her nose in the canal of Sharon's cunt. Now, with her tongue in the asshole and her nose in the cunt, Betty wiggled her head around in quick little circles. It took a minute for Sharon to figure out what was going on in her crotch that felt so good. When she realized what Betty was doing, she knew that her friend was a very talented individual and she was lucky to have her for a lover.
When Betty thought Sharon was about to come, she attacked her clit with her tongue. Sharon came with loud moans and much writhing. When they both calmed down, Betty made more drinks.
As they sat and talked about each other's lapping skills, Betty got a fantastic idea. She ran into the bedroom and in a minute came out with her hands behind her back.
"Guess what I've got?" she teased.
"Give me a hint."
"Well, it's a sort of machine," Betty said mysteriously.
"Give me another hint," her friend pleaded.
As her next hint, Betty flicked a little switch on her secret object and a humming noise filled the room. Sharon smiled knowingly as Betty brought a long, white, cylindrical object out from behind her back. She held the vibrating dildo like a dagger and walked toward Sharon. Sharon pretended to be scared, and backed up in mock terror. Betty kept walking toward her retreating friend with her most menacing expression. Sharon was backed up against the wall and Betty rushed at her. She swung the vibrator up from her hip and stabbed it gently into Sharon's cunt. Sharon pretended to be mortally wounded, and let out a blood-curdling scream.
They both laughed, but the vibrating dildo in her cunt soon turned Sharon's laugh into a lustful purring. Sally led her back to the couch while keeping the dildo in place. They lay down together and Betty started to work on Sharon's cunt in earnest with the new toy. She rubbed the smooth plastic vibrator on Sharon's clitoris and then sank it into her drooling canal.
As Betty worked on her cunt, Sharon held her tight and whispered words of encouragement in her ear. She told Betty to stick it in further and then to pull it out of her cunt and stick it in her ass. Betty followed her instructions and soon Sharon was in the grip of her third orgasm.
When her orgasm subsided, Sharon took the dildo from Betty and used it on her. Sharon proved to be skillful and imaginative with the perverted toy, and she brought Betty to a fantastic climax.
The two girls collapsed on the couch to rest from the sex that they had enjoyed all evening. They were covered with the sticky residue of dried love juice from head to toe. Their cunts were tender from the vigorous lapping they had had, and their vaginal canals were slightly sore from being stretched over the fat vibrator. It had been a great evening!
When Sharon had recovered her strength, she pulled her clothes on, kissed her friend good night, and left. Betty staggered into her bedroom and sank into bed. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. All night long her dreams were filled with images of drooling cunts.
Chapter Five
Back at the office the next day, Betty found things the same as the day before. She answered the phone and announced the women who came to see Mr. Clark. She took her coffee break and lunch hour and came back to the office for more of the same.
Finally something happened that Betty thought might be interesting. Mr. Clark's voice came over the intercom and asked her to come into his office. Jumping up immediately and sticking her tits out as far as possible, she swayed into his office and over to his desk.
Without looking up, Mr. Clark handed her a ten-dollar bill and told her to get him some cigars. When she asked what kind, he looked at her strangely for a second as if he were surprised that she didn't know. Had he forgotten that she had only been his secretary for two days? The idea that she hadn't made more of an impression on him bothered her. She was used to having men pay attention to her, and when they didn't she felt cheated.
He told her what kind of cigars to get and Betty left his office with a long face. She took her time on her way down to the tobacco store, and thought about her new job. It wasn't turning out the way she thought it would, but, still, it was okay. There was time to read her magazines and she was making more money. The idea of having her own office appealed to her, but it was turning out to be rather lonely. She would have to find a way to get a little more excitement into her working day. If nothing was going to happen with old man Clark, she would have to find a young stud to keep under her desk. Maybe she would have a vibrator installed in her chair.
With her homy mind occupied with these lecherous thoughts, she found herself in the tobacco shop before she knew it. The pungent smell of the tobacco filled her nose with its fragrance and reminded Betty of the wonderful things there were to smell if she only kept her nose in the right places. She thought how much the sense of smell added to sex. The odor of a hot cock just before she took it into her mouth came to her suddenly, and she wished there was a stiff cock that she could gobble up right then and there!
"Can I help you?" The voice broke through her homy fantasies.
She looked at the clerk and found herself staring at a young, handsome stud. He was tall and thin. Long brown hair hung down either side of his youthful face, and he wore a wispy mustache beneath his rather large nose. Just looking at him caused Betty's cunt to fog up. Without taking her eyes off his body she told him what she wanted, and watched as he got the expensive cigars out of the cabinet. As he wrapped them, she imagined his strong fingers working on her tits and cunt. This young fucker was just what Betty needed!
"You seem so young to be working in a shop," she said to him. "Don't you go to school?"
"I just graduated and I'm learning the tobacco business from my uncle. This is his shop," he said.
"Well, I'll probably see you here again," she said as she paid for the cigars.
She couldn't get the young clerk off her mind as she walked back to her office. As she resumed her secretarial chores, the memory of the boy stayed in her mind.
Suddenly she realized that it was Friday. She had the weekend to look forward to and she started making plans. It was always a challenge for her to figure out how to get the most fucking squeezed into a weekend. It took careful planning. She remembered the time she fucked fourteen men and nine women in one weekend. That was her best yet, but she hoped to break that record some day.
She didn't want to waste any time, and she picked up the phone and started spinning the dial. In a few minutes she made a date with a guy for that evening and another date with another young stud for the next night. She thought she would play the rest of the weekend by ear.
When it was time to quit for the day, Betty flew out of the building with that feeling of freedom that she always felt on Fridays. She was so happy about the coming weekend that she couldn't keep a silly smile off her face as she drove home. She had made a date with Steve, a young kid with a big prick, for that evening, and he was going to show up at about eight o'clock. That was almost three hours away, and Betty wondered if she could keep her cunt under control for that long.
She thought it would be nice to have a man waiting for her when she got home. He would be waiting eagerly with a hard-on, and the minute she walked in the house he would jump on her and impale her on his stiff cock. But Betty knew that having a live-in man would really put a dent in her freedom. Even if she had to wait a few hours to get fucked it was worth it. After all, she had a whole collection of phone numbers, and she could always make a call and have a stiff cock on its way to her place any time she felt like it.
In order to make the time go faster Betty decided to make a big, fancy dinner for herself. She brought out all her pots and pans and got busy. Food was like sex for Betty (but not as important, of course). She believed in going all out. No effort was too great, and the pleasures were to be enjoyed to the utmost.
In about an hour she had a delicious meal spread on her table, with the right wine and a centerpiece of desert flowers. She sat down to eat, but before she could get anything into her mouth the phone rang. It was Bill, a guy who really knew how to use his big cock. He said he just got back in town and was dying to see her. The sound of his voice brought back sensational memories of great fucks, and in her homy enthusiasm she invited him over. It wasn't until she hung up that she remembered that Steve was coming too. Well, with two champion fuckers to take care of that night she would certainly need a lot of energy. With this thought in mind she dug into the food that was waiting to be eaten on the table. She ate until she was full and was careful to stop before she overate. She needed strength but she needed agility too!
After dinner she rested for a little while and then took a hot shower. When she stepped out of the bathroom she was in perfect fucking condition. She felt that she could take on about a hundred homy teenagers and just be warmed up! She lay down on her bed and thought about the possibilities that were in store for her that evening. There might be a few problems handling both of the fuckers that she had invited at one time, especially since they both expected to have her to themselves. It wasn't the first time she had been in this position though, and she felt confident that she could handle it. It might even turn out to be something extra special and fun.
She fell into a light sleep, but when the doorbell rang she jumped up without losing a second. It was Steve. She dragged him in and made him comfortable on the couch. She told him to relax while she changed into something more comfortable. She disappeared into the bedroom and when she came back out she was wearing a sheer negligee. Her body showed through the material of the garment, and Steve followed every movement of that sexy body with lust filled eyes.
She sat down on the couch with the boy. Throwing one slim arm over the back of the couch, she looked over at him with the gleam of passion in her eye. Without saying a word, she let her gaze pass up and down the young stud's body. There was a large bulge in the crotch of his pants.
"Are you going to sit there all night or are you going to fuck me?" she asked coyly.
With this challenge, the boy sprang at her and brought his hot lips crashing against hers. His eager, adolescent tongue pushed roughly into her mouth. Betty felt his big hand wrap around her tit and squeeze it tightly. The brown nipple began to pucker into a hard coin of flesh as it pressed on Steve's palm. Her cunt oozed slick liquid with every squeeze of her breast. Her crotch was a sopping mass of warm slime!
She wiggled out of his caress and stood up. With a wave of her arms, she pulled the negligee over her head and threw it on the floor. Steve looked at her fantastic body as she stood in front of him. He stared hungrily at the twin globes of heavy flesh that stood on her chest. It seemed strange that knockers of that size could be so firm, but there they were, seeming to defy the law of gravity! On her stomach was the deep, dark pit of her belly button. Below her thin waist, her hips spread out in a wide expanse of smooth skin. In the middle of that expanse was a triangle of curly black hair. The long slash of her cunt seemed to be calling out to Steve, and he was getting eager to answer the call.
He stood up and began to strip the clothing from his body. Betty sat down to watch the youth struggling out of his clothes. When he pulled his underwear off his cock jumped out into the room with a mighty spring. The sight of his glorious rod made Betty's heart beat a little faster, and her breathing deepen. She leaned back and spread her legs and the boy dove into the warmth between them. He pressed his cheek to the soft skin of her lower belly. Betty put her hands on his head and gently pushed it down toward her steaming twat.
Steve felt the soft carpet of tightly curled hair under his lips. The fuzz felt nice on his chin and mouth. The pungent odor of boiling love juice filled his nostrils, and made his mouth water. He stuck his tongue into the mass of hair and searched out the wet gash that was buried there. The taste of cunt juice met his probing tongue. Betty gasped at the touch of his tongue on the hot walls in her starving pussy.
Steve began to lick the soaking cunt with skill and energy. He was really throwing himself into it. The soft outer lips of her cunt were spread out over his cheeks as he dug his mouth into the depths of her squirming box. Betty could feel his tongue climbing higher and higher into her vaginal canal. His corkscrew tongue felt the incredibly smooth lining of that tube as it oozed with silky, pungent juice.
Betty pulled her knees up to her tits in order to make her snatch even more available to his lashing tongue. He grabbed her clit between his lips and began sucking on it hungrily.
"Harder, ohhhhh, harder," Betty sighed in a fit of frenzied lust.
Her desperate pleas for more drove Steve on to even wilder lapping. His head was thrashing crazily in her crotch as his tongue whipped the pink interior of her steaming pussy. Suddenly he felt her hands grabbing his head and pulling him up.
"Stick it in me, now, QUICK!" Betty screamed.
The boy lifted himself from between her legs. She could see her love juice shining on his face. Steve dropped his body over hers, and with an expert jab of his hips, drove his long cock into her grasping cunt. As he pressed his face to hers, she felt the warm slime of her own juice that covered his mouth and cheeks.
Betty had been driven to the brink of sexual insanity by his lapping, and now that his huge cock was ramming in and out of her twat, Betty was in ecstasy. The total joy of uncontrolled lust filled her body and brain. At that moment nothing in the world mattered to her except her own sexual frenzy.
Steve began panting heavily in her ear, and soon she felt his hot sperm shooting into her cunt. As his cum burst into her twat, Betty was hit by the full force of her orgasm. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as tightly as she could, and as he gave her a few last thrusts, her orgasm began to turn into a mood of quiet satisfaction. When she was really well fucked her body seemed to float on a cloud.
The cock in her cunt grew soft, and Steve's body was limp from his efforts. They lay together in an exhausted heap, breathing heavily in an attempt to catch their breaths. Their arms and legs were numb. Betty knew that a stud of Steve's age would recover before long and be ready for more, and she had no doubts about her own recovery.
As they lay there, the doorbell rang. Suddenly Betty remembered that Bill was due. Steve looked surprised, and she could see that he was worried that the fucking might be over for the evening.
"That must be a friend of mine that I'm expecting," she said as she ran to press the button that would open the downstairs door. "I'm sure you'll like him."
She went back to the couch and lay down beside Steve, who was a little confused. She put her hand on his limp cock in order to reassure him. When there was a knock on the door of her apartment, Betty sang out a cheerful "Come in!" The door opened and Bill stood there. When he saw Betty lying on the couch with the good-looking boy, he was obviously surprised, but he walked into the room without hesitation.
Betty introduced the men to each other and explained how it happened that they were both there at the same time. They seemed to understand, and Betty felt that it was going to work out just fine.
"It would really be nice if you joined us," she said to Bill. "You know me, there's sure to be enough for both of you."
Bill did know her, and he knew that she was enough woman for two men. He began undressing, and in a minute he was as naked as the other two.
"We've already started, but I'm sure you can catch up," Betty said.
Bill sat on the couch on one side of Betty while Steve sat on her other side. Bill kissed her and grabbed one of her tits. From his side Steve grabbed the other tit. Betty turned to Steve and pressed a hot kiss on his lips. She pushed Steve down on his back and straddled his body, sitting up on her knees. She leaned over him with her heavy tits hanging down almost to his chest. Her ass was sticking out toward Bill. He looked at the lovely sight with lustful interest. The crack of her ass was held opened by Betty's position on the couch, but her puckered asshole was still hidden in darkness. Beneath the crack the hairy mound of her cunt could be seen clearly. It was too much to merely look at, and Bill leaned forward and placed a kiss on one smooth cheek of her ass.
He began running his tongue along the crack. Each time he neared the bottom of the crack he let his tongue wander a little lower and closer to the hairy mound that was his target. Finally, his face was pressed against the backs of her thighs and his tongue was wiggling in her drooling pussy. Bill grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them as wide as he could in order to get closer to her cunt.
While being eaten from behind, Betty was giving Steve a few lessons in kissing. Their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths as Steve held her hanging tits in his hot hands.
Betty sat up and pulled Steve up on his knees in front of her. Bill caught on to what she wanted and got up on his knees, also. Betty pulled Steve tightly against her and slipped his prick into her cunt. She kept still long enough for Bill to press his strong cock into the tight entrance of her ass. When both cocks were in place, the three of them began a rhythmic pumping motion. The two stiff rods slipped in and out of the holes in her crotch with an increasing tempo.
With the two big cocks ramming into her, Betty had the feeling that she could do anything. She felt she could take on any number of men and satisfy them all. The whole male population of the world could come over to her apartment and she would take care of their sexual needs. She could do the women on the next night. She would be whore to the whole world!
The beginnings of an orgasm brought Betty back to reality. She forgot all of the cocks in the world and concentrated on the two that were pumping in and out of her body and bringing her to a climax. Bill came first, and Betty felt her ass filling with his hot jism. Steve and Betty came together. With Bill continuing to hang on to her back, Steve was giving her another load of sperm. The two cocks in her made Betty's coming extra special. When they had all been satisfied, they collapsed in a heap on the couch.
When they had rested for a while, Steve got up and began getting dressed. He said he had to leave and slipped out, leaving the other two on the couch.
Betty and Bill spent the rest of the night exploring unusual fucking techniques and positions. Bill stayed until the next morning, but when Betty finally woke up he was gone. The weekend was off to a good start, and Betty felt wonderful.
Chapter Six
Betty got into the shower and let the hot spray wash the glaze of dried sex juices from her body. When she got out of the shower, she felt clean inside and out, and ready to start a fucking scene again at the first chance. In order to increase the odds of getting into some sort of fucking situation, she put on a whorishly outlandish outfit. She crammed her ass into a tight pair of jeans, and squeezed her tits into a well-worn shirt which, rather than buttoning, she tied together under her" protruding jugs.
The sun was shining and it seemed to be a perfect day for the beach. She grabbed her bikini and a towel, and was soon speeding in the direction of the ocean. The thought of the cool breeze and waves that awaited her at the beach excited her, and she pressed down a little harder on the gas pedal.
When she arrived at the beach, she parked the car and slipped the jeans from her hips. The warm leather of the seat felt sensational on her ass, but she didn't want to waste time. She covered her treasures with the tiny bottom of the bikini. Without looking to see if anyone was looking, she stripped the shirt off and stuffed her mammoth tits into the skimpy top of the bathing suit.
Walking to the beach she began to attract attention. It seemed that every eye was on her body. She knew that her ass cheeks were showing below the tiny triangle of material that was stretched across her ass. The crotch of the bikini was digging into her cunt and giving her a squeeze with every step she took. The triangle covering her twat was only slightly larger than the patch of pubic hair that it covered, and a few of the curly hairs could be seen sticking out from the bottom of the bikini. Her tits were overflowing the top of the bathing suit, and every few steps her nipples would creep out from the cover of the tight material and she would shove them back into their hiding place. No wonder everybody was staring at her!
The beach was fairly crowded, but she found a nice spot that had a good view of several good-looking young studs. She lay down on her towel and wiggled a hollow spot in the sand that fit her sexy body. The sun felt good on her skin. She didn't have much of a tan, because she spent more time indoors fucking than lying in the sun doing nothing.
After soaking up some sun she went into the water to cool off. The waves were big, and she had to struggle against them to get into water deep enough to submerge her body in. Betty loved the ocean and she loved the waves. When she saw a wave coming she tried to body surf. She was pretty good at it, and got some good rides, but just as often the wave crashed her into the bottom or twisted her body in strange ways. When that happened she would come up with her tits hanging out of the tiny bikini top. Betty thought the waves were very sexy, and when they threw her body around and tried to undress her she felt great.
Between waves she would float on her back and let the warm water caress her body. There were a few other people in the water near her, and she noticed that she was floating much higher than any of them. She noticed that one young guy was a very good body surfer, besides being a sexy-looking stud. She thought she should let herself drift in his direction. She found she had to kick her feet a little, but she was soon near enough to talk to the boy.
"Hey, I really like the way you body surf," she said. She wanted to add that she liked his body too, but she didn't want to scare him off.
"Thanks," he answered. "You were doing pretty good yourself."
"Not nearly as good as you, though. Am I doing something wrong?" She wanted him to show her how and wasn't going to accept a brush off. Betty was one woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it!
The boy swam over to her and began explaining what she might be doing wrong. They tried to grab rides on the same waves, and the boy always got the better ride. Although Betty was really interested in body surfing, she was becoming more and more interested in the young stud, and couldn't keep her mind on surfing.
When one wave treated her rather roughly, she came up with her tits hanging out and a dazed expression on her face. When she caught her breath and found her tits exposed to the boy's hungry stare, she laughed and kidded the boy for his wide-eyed gaze. He was slightly embarrassed, but she knew that his cock had grown. She left her tits hanging out, and swam over to the homy youngster.
Putting her arms around his neck, she brought her body against his. Her giant globes flattened against his hard, flat chest. The boy threw his arms around her and planted a hot kiss on her waiting lips. She could feel the hard bulge in his bathing suit, and her cunt began to flow.
Betty wrapped her legs around the boy's waist and let her body lie back in the water in front of him. He stared at the huge tits floating high and dry on her chest, and reached out and put his hands on them. While he rubbed her tits, Betty reached into his trunks and caressed his large, stiff cock. With a tug she pulled his bathing suit down just below his crotch. The big rod stood out in the water and his balls were cradled in his trunks.
She moved the material of the crotch of her bikini to one side, exposing the gash of her cunt. The boy looked down, and through the water her cunt seemed to wave around in a seductive dance. Moving together, they brought their sex tools into position, and the long cock slipped smoothly into the wet cunt.
They began to move their hips so that the boy's stiff piece of meat pumped in and out of her flooded cunt. While they were fucking away, they were hit by a huge wave. It knocked them over and covered them with rushing water. Betty felt them both being tumbled by the force of the wave. She also felt the boy holding on to her, keeping his prick buried in her cunt.
When the wave passed they floated to the surface and the boy began to pump his rod into her again. Betty came with a surge of lust. Coming in the water was nice. She looked at the boy's face and saw that he was grimacing with ecstasy. He was right in the middle of his orgasm. Betty tightened the muscles in her twat around his exploding cock. With a few more powerful lunges the boy relaxed and his softening prick slid out of the grasp of her cunt.
Now that her lust was satisfied for a while, the boy taught her a few pointers about surfing, and she was able to pay attention.
When she was tired of the water she said goodbye to the boy and thanked him. He thanked her too, and she went back to her towel on the hot sand. She spent the rest of the morning lying on her towel and watching the sexy bodies of the young men and women.
After lying around on the sand for a while, Betty decided to leave the beach and see what else might be in store for her that afternoon. She got into her car and wiggled back into her clothes. Heading toward town, she began to feel that familiar stirring in her cunt that told her she would have to get some action soon or she would be one horny bitch!
She turned toward the hills that overlooked the city. A nice fast drive in the desert would feel good now, she thought, and there were usually a lot of young guys riding around on their motorcycles out there on weekend afternoons!
The sleek XK-E sped along the highway, its motor and driver both purring. Soon she had left the city and its civilization behind. The desert always made Betty feel free. There seemed to be so much space out there with nothing in it, that anything was possible. She could ride naked on a motorcycle or fuck with the sun bathing her body or anything else she could think of and no one would stop her.
As she flew along the highway she noticed a bike being ridden over the sand well off the road. She looked closer and noticed that there were five bikes, and they seemed to be racing. Taking her foot off the gas, she let the sports car slow down, and watched as the bikes rode around an improvised track that had been staked out in the sand.
The possibilities seemed interesting, and she pulled over and turned off the engine. Watching from the car she could see that the racers were young boys on small trail bikes. They rode the bikes with all the skill and daring of more experienced riders on big racing machines. Although the bikes were small, Betty knew that the more important equipment between those boys' legs was man-sized.
She got out of the car and sat down on its hood. She wanted to be visible. After all, if the bait was hidden, it wasn't really bait at all! The boys continued to race around, but in a short while a few of them began looking up at her from time to time. Soon they were all looking in her direction, and were hardly paying attention to their race. When one of them finally turned his front wheel in her direction, the others followed, and the race was forgotten. They drove the bikes right up to where she sat on the hood of the car. They were trying very hard to play the role of tough motorcycle-riding big shots, but it was obvious to Betty that they were a little shy, and they didn't know exactly what to do about this gorgeous chick sitting before them.
"I was enjoying your race," she said. "Why did you stop?"
"We just wanted to see who was watching us," one of them said.
They were all staring hungrily at her body, and she could tell that they were losing interest in racing their bikes. Instead, they seemed to be getting more and more interested in her! She kept them simmering for a while, asking them about the bikes and enjoying their attempts to make the small machines seem more exciting and dangerous than they really were. When she asked one of them how fast the bikes could go, he told her that he'd had his up to eighty. She almost said that her car could do eighty in second gear but she stopped herself in time. She didn't want to give these kids a complex. Rather, she wanted them to feel like real men, and act like it.
"How about giving me a ride?" she asked, without looking at any boy in particular.
They all began offering her a ride at once.
Not wanting to show a preference, she climbed on the bike that was closest to her. They all roared away over the sand, with Betty holding on to one of the luckiest boys in town. The bikes took them over the hilly desert landscape with enough speed to make it very exciting, and Betty was having a lot of fun. As her crotch bounced up and down on the seat of the bike, though, she began to think that it would be a lot more fun riding these young fuckers' stiff cocks. The bike she was on was last in the pack, and she tapped the boy on the shoulder. He looked over his shoulder at her, and she pointed to the right, toward a gully. The boy turned his bike in that direction. He slowed down and drove into the dry creek bed.
"Stop here," Betty said.
The handsome young biker turned off the motor and they climbed off. Betty told him that she was having a lot of fun but that she wanted to sit and rest for a while. She sat down on the hard, warm sand. The boy came over and sat down very close to her. He seemed anxious, and Betty was very happy to see that!
Without saying anything, she untied her shirt and pulled it off. Her huge tits stood out in the desert sunshine like ripe fruit. The skin was turning pink from the sun she had soaked up at the beach, and the outline of her bikini top showed. Her large nipples looked very dark on the white skin that had been hidden under the bikini. Betty gave her long flowing, hair a shake and her huge tits swung heavily from side to side.
She looked over at the boy at her side and saw that his eyes were glued to the twin globes on her chest. When he looked up at her she was smiling warmly at him. He took her smile as an invitation and reached for the mass of soft flesh. As his hand cupped her breast, he brought his face to hers and kissed her hotly on the lips. As their tongues met, they fell back on the sand. He leaned his thin, hard body over hers and pressed his tongue into her mouth with all of his teenage passion. Betty reached toward his waist and unbuttoned his pants. Reaching in, she found his cock stiff and throbbing.
The boy lowered his head to her tits and took one of her brown, puckered nipples in his mouth. Holding it in his lips, he massaged the hard disk with his tongue. Betty's pussy began to leak sweet juice, and her jeans were becoming soaked. She unfastened her pants and tried to peel them off. Suddenly the boy sat up and pulled her pants from her with a quick and powerful movement. As she lay there naked on the sand, he jumped up and pulled his own pants from his narrow hips and let them drop around his ankles. He stepped out of them and lowered himself on top of her soft, sexy body.
He buried his face between her giant tits and slipped a long finger into her flowing cunt. His experienced finger moved around in the cunt, giving Betty a rush of wild passion. She grabbed his big prick and squeezed the bloated head. It was jerking with every beat of the boy's pounding heart, and Betty could hardly hold on to it.
When she got to the point where she just had to have that thick rod in her, she pulled it toward her cunt, dragging the boy along with it. He thrust his hips at her and the fat cock was driven into the hot canal of her starving snatch. With strong lunges, the homy teenager rammed his bursting staff in and out of her twat, while Betty gripped it with all the strength in her cunt. The frenzied youth grabbed her ass and held her so his prick would penetrate her cunt to the hilt.
As Betty felt herself corning, her ears were filled with a roaring sound. She had never had that happen to her as part of her orgasm before, and was excited by this new experience. When her orgasm subsided and she stopped her writhing, she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was that the other boys had found them in the gully and were sitting on their bikes looking down at them. The roaring she had heard had been their bikes, and not part of her orgasm!
The thought of all those young, horny studs watching her in the throes of her climax excited her, and her pussy began drooling with renewed sexual need. When the other boys came toward her unbuttoning their pants, she felt her body tremble with uncontrollable lust. The thought of four more hard cocks filling her cunt made her heart pound with excitement.
Soon the others had stripped their pants off and Betty was surrounded by five stiff, young cocks. One of them lowered himself down on her and she felt his prick slide into her sopping cunt. As the boy pumped his tool, in her, Betty was filled with the thrill of perverted lust, and soon was writhing in the grip of a sensational orgasm. She felt the boy's hot jism as his cock exploded in her. Then her cunt was empty, but only for a few seconds. Soon there was another prick in her, and the frenzied fucking motions began all over again.
It went on like that for quite a while. As one prick was taken from her another was stuck in to replace it. She was having a long chain of orgasms, and wasn't aware of anything else. The explosions in her snatch and her own ecstasy were all that mattered to her. It seemed that the boys must have been on their seconds by now, but all she really cared about was that they didn't stop! She thought she could go on being fucked like this forever. She imagined a long line of young studs waiting for their chance to fuck her.
When the last prick was pulled from her cunt and wasn't replaced, she took a few deep breaths and opened her eyes. The five boys sat around her with their limp pricks hanging low.
"Wow, that was great!" she said. She grabbed her jugs and let out a long, deep sigh.
She could feel warm cum drooling from her snatch and down the cheeks of her lower ass as she sat up.
"You're a great bunch of fuckers!" she told them.
The boys didn't know what to say. They just sat there with contented smiles on their faces.
Finally one of them said, "Let's do some more riding."
They all began to put their clothes on. When they were ready to go Betty asked them to ride her back to her car. Riding on the back of one of their bikes wouldn't be much fun after that fantastic fucking session and, besides, her crotch felt a little tender and she wanted to give it a rest. When they dropped her off at her car, she said goodbye to them and said she hoped to see them all again sometime. As they sped off over the sand, Betty thought how much she loved young boys and how much fun they were.
She got into her car and headed back toward town. As the Jaguar ate up the road, her tired cunt began to feel like its old self again. The date she had with Sam that night gave her something to look forward to. Sam, a young guy from the supply department where she worked, was a lot of fun. He had a very interesting sex technique, and Betty always had a good time with him.
Chapter Seven
When Betty got home she was starving. She remembered that she hadn't eaten all day. With a laugh she thought that she should have given those young motorcycle kids blow jobs. That would have filled her up!
She made herself a nice dinner, ate, and cleaned up the dishes. The apartment was in need of some attention, and she decided that before she cleaned herself, she would spend some time getting the place in order.
With that taken care of, it was time to pay attention to her body. Her crotch was a mass of dried cum, and her hair was full of sand. When the water spraying from the shower was hot enough she stepped under it. There was nothing like hot water hitting her body in powerful little jets to make Betty feel restored.
In the fog of steam she rubbed her smooth skin with the hard bar of soap until she was covered with a thick lather. Her fingers massaged the soap into her curly pubic patch, and into the outer lips of her snatch. Her asshole got a good scrubbing too.
When her body was clean, she put the stopper in the drain and the tub began to fill with hot water. She sat down and the water rose around her. As the water came up to her chest, her tits began to float. She turned the water off only when the tub couldn't hold another drop without spilling over the side.
Reaching down to her cunt, she held it open and the hot water flowed in. With the hot, soothing water all around and in her, Betty's muscles relaxed until she was completely limp. It felt so good to sit in the hot tub and let her body melt.
Of course, whenever Betty felt so completely relaxed, she would start to feel horny. As she sat in the tub, her hand seemed to float to her crotch automatically. Before she knew what was happening, her fingers slipped into the gash between her legs and began to rub the hardening knot of her clit. It wasn't until she was nearing an orgasm that she realized that she was jerking off. Throwing her head back with a gasp, she came.
After sitting in the tub a little while longer, she got out and stood dripping on the tile floor. The room was steamed up, and it gave her a nice feeling of security standing there in the cloud. She looked in the mirror and could see her body as a dim figure through the steamed-up surface of the glass. She stood there like that for several minutes before picking up a towel and drying herself off.
In the bedroom, she threw her clean body onto the bed. It had been a good day so far, and there was still the whole evening to look forward to. She didn't know how many times she had come today, but it didn't really matter. Her cunt had been entered and filled with hot jism. Her head had been filled with the electricity of orgiastic excitement. And all that was besides the fun she had had body surfing and riding the motorcycles. Betty knew how to enjoy herself, and was very content with her life as a horny, sexy slut!
When she began to feel restless she got up and prepared her douching equipment. She filled the bag with warm water and stirred in a little strawberry flavoring. The bag was hung high so there would be a powerful spray. Sitting on the toilet, she spread her legs. The plastic nozzle slid into her cunt and she opened the valve. The water gushed into her cunt and dribbled into the toilet.
Wiggling the tube around, she was determined to wash away every trace of the cum she had accumulated that day. She wanted to be able to give Sam a cunt that would be as clean as a whistle.
She grabbed her cunt and held it closed while the nozzle was still in place. Her vaginal canal filled with water. The walls of that chamber stretched to hold the water that was being forced in by the pressure created by the weight of the water in high-hung bag. When she released her box, the water gushed out in a torrent. It turned out to be an interesting feeling, and she filled the bag and repeated the process a few more times. When she got tired of that game, she put the douche bag away and got dressed. She knew Sam's tastes, and dressed especially for him.
Standing in front of her full-length mirror, Betty looked at herself very carefully. She wore a short skirt that almost, but not quite, covered the roundness of the bottoms of her ass cheeks. As she stood with her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder, she could see the half-moons of white skin peeking out from under her hem.
The blouse she wore was as transparent as cellophane. Her tits pressed against the sheer material and her erect nipples made two little bumps in the tightly stretched fabric. She shook her tits just to feel her nipples rub against the smooth, cool nylon.
She didn't wear any underwear or shoes. She wouldn't be wearing anything at all if it were up to her, but Sam was turned on by the few skimpy garments. As long as she was right there in front of the mirror, she decided to tease herself. She lifted the front of her skirt and looked at the triangle of hair covering her cunt. Lifting one leg out in front of her, she grabbed her ankle and swung it to the side in a maneuver that she remembered from the ballet lessons she had taken long ago.
As she held her leg, she watched her pussy open, exposing the pink interior. She balanced in this position as long as she could, and then lowered her leg as slowly and as gracefully as she could. Turning her back to the mirror, again, she spread her legs and bent forward until she was looking at herself in the mirror upside down. Under the back of the skirt her ass and cunt made a very pretty picture. Reaching up to her ass cheeks, she spread them apart until the puckered door of her anus was visible. She could see both of the holes that she spent so much time and energy trying to fill.
While she was admiring her crotch, she suddenly remembered that Sam would be there any minute, and she hadn't even gotten the fruit ready. She ran into the kitchen and took out all the ingredients of the special salad she was going to make for Sam. As she began to arrange them in a bowl, she cursed herself for not taking them out long ago so they would be warm by the time they were ready to use them.
She carried the bowl of fruit into the living room and put it down right in the middle of the coffee table in front of the couch. There was nothing to do now but sit down and wait for him to arrive. Her bare ass had just hit the couch when the doorbell rang.
As she ran over to the button that would open the door, her cunt began to feel wet. She realized that she was conditioned to drool whenever the doorbell rang! When she heard Sam walking down the hall, she wiped her cunt juice on her hand and opened the door. As Sam walked in she held her hand up to his face. Before he could say anything, the pungent odor of her wet hand entered his nostrils. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his mouth and licked the fragrant liquid from it. When her hand was clean, he kissed her forcefully on the lips.
They said hello to each other and made some small talk, but by the time they got to the couch, they were ready for action! Sam dragged Betty down on top of him and grabbed at her tits. He probably spent more energy in sex than any other man Betty knew. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his fingers fumbled with the buttons on her see-through blouse. He finally got the sexy garment unbuttoned, even though a few of the buttons were popped off, and set her monstrous tits free. He put his hand under one heavy globe and lifted it toward his mouth.
He took his lips from hers and pressed them into the soft skin of her tit. Sam was pressing his face into her tit so hard that his whole face was buried, and he had to come up for air before too long. Pressing his face into the warm space between her knockers and squeezing them against the sides of his head, it looked like his head had completely disappeared!
Betty pushed him down on his back and unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his hips and she pulled the pants down and off. Betty stared with excitement at the stiff piece of meat that stood from his crotch. It seemed like a tower as it reached up into the room. His two big balls lay in the valley between his legs.
Grabbing the cock in both her hands, Betty pulled herself down toward it. She kissed it on its pulsing tip and slipped her tongue into the small slit. Running her tongue along the bottom of the long shaft, she finally arrived at his balls, which she kissed gently. Carefully, she lifted the hairy balls into her mouth and bathed them in her hot saliva.
Dropping the balls out of her mouth, she ran her tongue back to the tip of his prick. She brought her head down and swallowed the huge cock! The fat cock head was down her throat, and her teeth were biting the base of it. Betty raised her head until the cock head was in her mouth and then, lowering her head again, forced the prick back down her throat. She continued this until Sam was breathing in long gasps. The cum was coming to a boil in his balls, and when Betty sensed that he was just about to explode, she held his bulging cock head in her mouth and pumped the loose skin on his shaft up and down as fast as she could.
Suddenly her mouth was overflowing with the white-hot cream that was spewing from his erupting prick. She swallowed as much of the precious fluid as she could but some of it ran out of her mouth and down Sam's cock. When the flow stopped, she sucked his entire rod clean.
Leaning back on the arm of the couch so that her body was stretched out toward Sam, she asked him if he wanted any fruit.
"Sure, I think I'll have a grape," he said with a grin.
He pulled one plump grape from the bunch and rolled it around between his fingers. Then, leaning over her thighs, he pushed the fruit into her cunt! His fingers felt the slippery wetness of her twat as the grape disappeared.
Then he snuggled between her legs and stuck his face into her soaking box. His tongue slipped up her drooling canal after the lost fruit. After a lot of tongue work and sucking, he managed to get the grape out of her pussy and into his mouth. He crushed the plump piece of fruit between his teeth and swallowed it.
Next he picked up a tangerine and peeled it. He tore off a section and put it where the grape had been a moment before. It didn't take him as long to suck the section of tangerine out of her cunt and eat it as it had the grape.
Betty loved the feeling of his tongue going after each piece of fruit. She had been eaten by hundreds of men, but this twist made it different and more exciting. After sucking another grape from her cunt, he crawled up to her face and offered it to her. She opened her mouth and he passed the morsel from his mouth to hers. Her own cunt juice on the fruit gave it a strange but good flavor.
Sam was getting quite full, but before he finished he wanted to do his favorite: a banana! He chose the biggest banana in the bowl and peeled it carefully. Slowly he slid the long piece of fruit into her twat until only the very end showed between the lips of her well-fed cunt.
Grabbing it in his teeth, he pulled it out a half-inch at a time and bit it off. The banana felt very nice in her snatch, and it also felt good to have it pulled out so slowly. The best part of all was Sam's jaw moving up and down as he chewed the snack!
When the banana was gone, Sam filled his mouth with a few grapes and a section of tangerine. He slid up over her until his cock was at the door to her fruit stand. Lowering himself on her, his prick slipped into the canal that he had been filling with fruit. As he pumped furiously at her, he chewed the mouthful of fruit. Pressing his mouth to hers he let the juice dribble through his lips. Betty drank the fruit punch that seeped into her mouth, and as her orgasm began to form in her belly, she started licking the tasty drippings from his mouth with growing passion.
Soon they were both panting in the ecstasy of coming, and the fruit juice ran down Betty's face and neck. When they lay beside each other in the calm that follows fucking, Sam licked the juice from Betty's face and neck. Just the thing to get them both back in the mood!
They finished the evening with a few more fucks and sucks, but Sam had had enough to eat!
Chapter Eight
It was Sunday morning and Betty was enjoying herself just lying in bed holding her tits in her massaging fingers. Sun poured in the window and bathed her naked body. The idea of getting out of her soft, warm bed didn't appeal to her, but if she were to get anything done that day she would have to. Or would she?
Betty started to think of ways to lure a playmate into her bed. She felt like a spider waiting in her web for an unsuspecting victim. Of course, her victims would get away with a good fucking, unlike the poor victims of a spider. It occurred to her that she could call some likely possibilities on the phone. There were a lot of people who would be glad to come over and hop in bed with her.
Betty grew more and more excited by this idea, and she began to plan a complete day for herself in bed. First, she would call the restaurant on the comer and see if she could get them to send up a breakfast for her. Then she would make a few phone calls to some of the young fuckers that she knew and have them come over.
The person who answered the phone at the restaurant told her that they didn't deliver, but she asked to talk to the boss. When she explained that she was the woman who gave him the blow job in the men's room last month, he said he would have her breakfast sent over right away.
Next, Betty flipped through her book of phone numbers. As she read the names that were listed there her cunt got damp with the fond memories. She called a few of the numbers, but she wasn't having much luck. Some rang, but nobody answered. Others were busy. A few times the phone was answered by the young studs' mothers, who told Betty that their sons had gone out already.
She still hadn't had any luck when the doorbell rang.
"Come in!" she yelled from her bed. "I'm in here!" she called when she heard the door open.
Suddenly there was a handsome young guy standing in the doorway of her bedroom with a bag in his hand. He stared at her in surprise.
Noticing the look on his face, Betty asked, "What's the matter, honey, haven't you ever seen a woman in bed before?"
The fact that she was completely naked didn't seem to occur to her. She told the stupefied youth to bring the bag over to her. The boy walked over to the bed and handed the bag to her without taking his eyes from her body. He stood motionless. It seemed that he was in no hurry to leave, and she didn't want to let him get away!
"Just a minute," she said, "I want to make sure everything is here."
She began taking her breakfast from the bag. It was all there, but she would need silverware. Looking at the boy with a kind expression, she asked him if he would mind getting a few things for her from the kitchen.
"Sure," he said with the eagerness of a playful puppy-Betty began to think about how lucky she seemed to be when it came to getting fucked. She couldn't get in touch with any of her regular fucks on the phone but, out of the blue, a stud walks into her bedroom!
The boy came back into the room with everything that Betty had sent him after. She invited him to sit on the bed with her while she ate. The boy looked like he was getting pretty homy, but he seemed nervous.
"I really should get back to work," he said without much enthusiasm.
"Bullshit," she said. "I know your boss and I'm sure he will understand."
The boy seemed to relax, and he sat at the edge of the bed. His gaze roamed up and down her sexy body. The bulge in the front of his pants began to swell, and he wiggled around, trying to get comfortable.
As Betty took a bite of her scrambled egg, she asked the boy if he wanted to eat. He began to explain that he had already had his breakfast, but when Betty spread her legs and lifted her knees slightly, he understood. Without losing another second, he scrambled between her legs and buried his face in her twat!
Betty continued to eat her breakfast as the homy kid between her legs lapped her cunt with teenage vigor! Betty put her fork down long enough to have an orgasm, and when it was over she finished the meal.
The boy sat up and looked at her. His face was covered with her warm love juices. He had done an excellent job, and she was anxious to repay him.
"Stick around for dessert," she said to him with a lustful smile. "You're it."
The excited boy jumped up and pulled his pants off. Betty was glad to see he had a lot to offer a homy blow job artist like herself. His big tool reached toward her as the boy crawled over her body and straddled her tits.
She took his dong in her mouth and began sucking on it in her expert way. When the cum started churning in him, the boy began to pump his hips. He was fucking her face with long powerful thrusts. The erupting prick in Betty's mouth was cramming itself down her throat with every lunge. His hot jism filled her mouth and throat, and Betty had to struggle to keep from gagging.
When the spurting had stopped, the boy collapsed on the bed beside her. It had been a great breakfast, and Betty told the boy how glad she was that he had brought it to her. As he was getting dressed, she noticed that he was getting hard again, but the poor boy was supposed to be working and she didn't want to get him fired. She told him to stop back and see her sometime as he reluctantly left.
"Wow!" Betty yelled in excited satisfaction. All she had to do was stay in bed and everything she needed would be brought to her. What a life!
Now that she had had her first taste of sex for the day, she was content to just lie quietly in bed and let her imagination entertain her. She tried to think of some sexual act that she had never done. There just didn't seem to be anything that she hadn't tried. Of course, there were variations to every particular way to fuck or suck, and when she was really lucky she hit on one of these.
Her perverted imagination filled her head with vivid pictures of some of her best moments in her long history of sex. She didn't have a very good memory when it came to faces, but she never forgot a cock or a cunt. As she thought of some of the more incredible sex organs that she had known, her cunt began to throb and drool. Her vivid memory had gotten her very horny in a hurry.
She reached between her mattress and box spring where she kept her trusty vibrator. With a flick of her finger, she started the dildo humming, and rammed it into her twat. By rubbing her clit with one hand and sliding the vibrator in and out of her cunt with the other, she brought herself to a fantastic orgasm in a few minutes.
She brought the plastic prick to her lips and began licking the slippery coating of love juice from it. When the toy no longer tasted of her cunt, she rolled over on her stomach and pushed the hard dildo up her tight asshole. With the white end of her friendly vibrator sticking out of the valley between her ass cheeks, she fell into a light sleep.
As she slept, images of stiff cocks and drooling cunts danced in her head. One perverted dream followed another, and each was stranger than the last. When she woke, she reached behind her and turned off the tiny motor in the dildo. Her cunt was lying in a sopping mess of leaked cunt juice, and that reminded her of all her lustful dreams.
Betty began to feel a little restless, and decided that she would get up just long enough to take a shower. When she was clean again she changed the damp sheet on her bed and jumped back in. The wheels in her brain started to turn with horny motion. The day had been great so far, and she really wanted to keep it going.
Just as Betty picked up the phone to make some calls in an attempt to find someone to come over and fuck her, the doorbell sounded. With hope in her heart she went to press the button that would let whoever it was in. Oh, let it be someone who wants to fuck, she said to herself as she ran, tits and ass bouncing, to the button.
She pressed it, opened the door to her apartment, and ran back into the bedroom. If she received her visitor in bed, it would make it that much more likely that he would join her for some sex!
The sound of voices was soon heard in the hallway. There were male and female voices, and Betty thought she recognized them. In a few seconds a man's voice was heard in her living room.
"Hey, Betty baby, where the hell are ya?" She recognized the voice as belonging to Dave, a good friend of hers.
"I'm in here," she sang sexily.
Soon her bedroom was filled with people. Dave had brought several of his friends with him. There was Tom, Frank, Sue and Joan. They sat on the bed all around Betty. Some of them began grabbing her naked tits playfully.
"We're all going on a picnic and we want you to come along," Tom said.
"Gee, I'd been planning to spend the whole day in bed," Betty explained. "Why don't we stay here and have a picnic right in my bed?"
"Are you kidding?" Dave said, "It's a beautiful day. You don't want to spend it lying in bed."
"Yes I do," Betty said.
By this time Tom and Frank were getting interested in fondling her tits. Betty stuck her foot in Joan's crotch and was wiggling her toes against the denim that was stretched tightly over her snatch. If she could get them hot she could have her way. The two guys grabbing her tits, Joan, and herself were a majority, and if she could win them over she would make it.
"Come on you horny fuckers, we can do that out in the country," Dave persisted.
"Yeah, let's go. We have everything packed and we're all ready," Sue chimed in.
"Take your pants off baby, and bring me your cunt, that will change your mind," Betty said to Sue.
"We can have a great orgy out in the country after the picnic," Sue said.
"But we can have an orgy right here and now," Betty said.
"Why don't we compromise and have an orgy here and then go on our picnic," Frank said. He had been sucking on Betty's hard nipple, and his hominess was overtaking his love of nature.
"That's a good idea," Betty said. "Ill go along with that."
They finally agreed on the compromise, and began taking off their clothes. Soon the room was filled with six naked bodies. The three men and three women piled on the bed and began reaching for the cocks, cunts and tits that were everywhere.
Betty was thrilled that her Sunday in bed was going to turn out better than she had hoped possible as she reached for a fat cock that was near her. Running her hand along the shaft, she looked for something else to play with at the same time. There was an unused cunt near her waist, and she put her other hand on it.
As she massaged those two cocks, her own cunt and tits were being well taken care of. Someone's head was between her thighs, and a tongue was probing her pussy. Leaning over carefully, in order not to get out of the grasp of the hands and mouths on her, she was able to reach the cock in her hand with her mouth. As she took it into her mouth, she thought it probably belonged to Frank but she couldn't be sure, and it really didn't matter anyway.
She ran her tongue around the cock head without applying too much friction. She didn't want the men coming too quickly. When she got tired of the cock, she let it go and sat up a bit in order to reach a delicious-looking pussy that seemed to be waiting for her. Going from a cock to a cunt in a matter of seconds gave Betty a real feeling of freedom.
With the warm cunt lips spread over her cheeks, Betty reached into the hot canal with her long tongue. Hot juice was running down her chin from the snatch she was sucking. The tongue in her own cunt was doing some very nice things to her, and she was beginning to feel the sexual frenzy that she lived for.
As her orgasm rose in her belly, she tried to keep up her lapping, but she missed a few licks as she gasped for breath in the passion of coming. As soon as she could, she resumed her tonguing, and in a minute she felt a quiver shoot through the cunt on her face, and she knew that she had just given someone a great orgasm.
She was looking around for something else to put in her mouth, when she felt someone grab her hips from behind. A huge cock was stuck between her thighs, touching her pussy lips. She saw a great opportunity. Leaning forward, she swallowed Dave's prick, and made her twat available to whoever was behind her. With two cocks in her, Betty was in ecstasy.
As the prick in her cunt rammed in and out, she sucked hungrily on Dave's mighty rod. She squeezed his balls gently in her hand while her head moved up and down the length of his long shaft. She wanted to time it just right so that the three of them would come at the same time. She could tell by the increasing tempo of the thrusts in her cunt that it wouldn't be too long before the man would be pumping his boiling cum into her. The beginning of her own orgasm was rising in her belly.
Her head began bobbing up and down faster in an attempt to make the cock in her mouth spurt at the same time as the one in her snatch. Tightening her lips around the rod and grabbing it with her hand, she gave it all she had. Just when she began to come, the prick in her cunt exploded in bursts of hot jism that Betty could feel splashing the walls of her pussy.
As she came along with the cock in her cunt, her hand increased its speed on the cock in her mouth. With her body in the throes of an orgasm, it was difficult for her to keep her mouth closed on the prick she was sucking. As her mouth hung open above the cock she was trying to blow, a long, shaky moan escaped from deep within her. She was able to continue stroking the rod, and as she moaned, globs of hot, sticky sperm shot up into her mouth.
As soon as she was able to use her mouth again, she grabbed the spurting cock head in her mouth and began sucking the white fluid out of it with all her might. She cleaned up the slimy prick with her tongue, and felt the soft cock behind her slip out of her drooling cunt.
Betty rolled off Dave's body and lay next to him. Tom suddenly appeared between her legs. She noticed the tube of lubricating jelly in his hand and a shiver of lust went through her ass hole. Lifting her legs to his shoulders gave him access to the twin mounds of her ass.
Tom pulled one of her ass cheeks to one side and found the puckered circle of skin. He pressed the neck of the tube into the bull's-eye of her hole and squeezed the tube. Betty felt the cold jelly oozing into her hot ass canal. It was soon filled with Tom's hot cock. His big dong slid smoothly in and out of her well-greased rectum.
Betty held her eyes closed tightly as she concentrated on the wonderful feeling of Tom's cock in her ass. Then she felt a tickle on her nose. Opening her eyes, she found a cunt right above her face! The curly hair was brushing her nose and chin. She could tell that this cunt belonged to Joan because the hair was a beautiful red. Joan was kissing Tom as he fucked Betty in the ass.
Betty shot her tongue out of her mouth and into the cunt above her face. When Joan felt Betty's tongue in her, she lowered her body until her cunt was pressing heavily on Betty's face. With her mouth on Tom's and her twat on Betty's face, Joan reached into Betty's cunt and rubbed her clitoris.
Betty lashed her tongue around in Joan's cunt with as much skill and strength as she had. Soon all three of them were shaking with ecstasy as orgasms surged through their bodies. With a last quiver of lust they all sighed in unison and fell, giggling, in a heap of satisfied flesh.
They had all had a few orgasms a piece, and the six of them lay in a pile of tired bodies and intertwined limbs. They exchanged compliments and talked about how nice the orgy had been. Finally someone mentioned the picnic that they still had to have. Betty had promised that she would go on the picnic if they had their orgy, and now she would have to get out of bed. Even if she didn't manage to spend the whole day in bed, the time she had been in bed had been great. Maybe she would try to stay in bed again next Sunday.
"If we're going to take showers we'll have to hurry," said Dave. "And we'll have to take them alone or we'll never get out of here."
When they got outside Betty found it to be such a beautiful day that she was glad that her friends had come to get her. Tom had his motorcycle and Frank came in his Triumph. The six of them divided themselves up between those two vehicles and Betty's Jag and started off in the direction of their favorite picnic spot.
They sped along the road passing each other and showing off their driving skill. Tom sped past the two sports cars, and Sue, who was on the back of the bike, pretended to jerk Tom off with ridiculously exaggerated gestures. Dave, who rode with Betty, kept grabbing her tits playfully and kissing her on the neck as she tried to drive.
Finally they got to the picnic grounds. They carried all the food and bottles of wine to a nice secluded spot. The afternoon passed quickly as they ate, drank and were merry. They talked and ran around playing a sort of perverted tag where only tags on the crotch counted.
When they sat down to watch the sun set, they all began to relax and mellow out. It had been a great day for all of them; just the right combination of sex and healthy outdoor exercise. Well, it was the right combination for most of them.
"Hey, I'm getting horny," Betty said as she grabbed for Frank's crotch.
Chapter Nine
That evening, Betty decided to hang around the apartment and relax. She would have to be at the office early the next morning, and she found herself thinking about Mr. Clark. What she had seen of him so far didn't go along with the stories she had been hearing about him. Still, there was something strangely erotic in his manner.
Well, she thought, the only thing she could do was to keep doing as good a job as his secretary as she could, and, of course, be as sexy and whorish as she could, and try to turn him on! She thought about ways to get his cock stiff, and came up with a few interesting ideas.
She could forget to wear underwear and drop a lot of things with her back turned to him. Would it be a good idea to be caught giving a young stud a blow job in the office? she wondered. Was it polite to just offer to fuck him? Betty was confused. It would be so nice to be called in to his office for a fuck or a blow job every now and then!
With these thoughts in mind, Betty got ready for bed. She was so concerned with her job that she didn't fall asleep for quite a while. Finally she had to jerk off so she could relax enough to sleep.
In the morning, Betty jumped out of bed in a rush of energy. Since she had become Mr. Clark's secretary, she was anxious to get to work each morning. And every morning she thought about Mr. Clark's legendary cock. Would this be the day she would find out what was going on with her boss' sex life?
On her way to work she turned the rock music on the radio up and sang along. She felt great. It had been a fantastic weekend and she was ready to get back to work-working on Mr. Clark, that is. She was wearing a slutty outfit and her sexiest perfume. Before leaving the apartment she had stood in front of her mirror making sexy faces at herself and trying to decide if any of them would appeal to her new boss.
Getting into old man Clark's pants was going to be a real challenge, and Betty was ready for it. She had always gone after what she wanted with determination, and most of the time, she finally got it. Every day that she went to work without fucking her new boss made her more eager to try harder the next day.
As she walked into the building she thought about how good she looked. Her tits held the front of her blouse out in two huge mounds. With every step she took those globes bobbed up and down, causing her nipples to rub the smooth fabric of the sheer blouse. That friction kept her nipples hard and puckered so they showed through as two firm peas on the ends of her breasts.
The cheeks of her ass were wrapped in her tight skirt. Anyone walking behind her would be treated to the lusty sight of those firm cheeks swaying heavily from one side to the other. Below the skirt, her shapely legs were on display from the tops of her thighs to her thin ankles. With every step the faint sound of her stockings rubbing together under her skirt could be heard.
She just had so much confidence in her sexy self that she couldn't understand how any man could resist her. If she saw someone that looked like her, her cunt would be dripping juice down her legs and into her shoes! She knew that to be true, because once in a while she did see someone as sexy as herself.
When she got to her office, she sat down behind her desk and began taking care of a few things that were waiting for her. As she typed and answered the phone, she was thinking about her boss and waiting eagerly for him to show up.
Before Mr. Clark arrived, a sexy-looking bitch swayed in and asked for him. Betty told the slut that he wasn't in yet. The woman said that he was expecting her and she would wait. Betty watched her as she sat down in one of the plush chairs in her office.
This chick had it and knew it. From where she sat, Betty had a good view of the woman's body. Her tits were almost as big as Betty's and at least as firm. Her thighs were full and strong. Between them, the warm valley was very inviting, and Betty imagined that she could smell the funky odor of the cunt that was hidden in there.
It was clear that this chick was as interested in Betty as Betty was in her. The two sluts were looking at each other with growing lust. Both of their cunts were wet with perverted passion.
"Mr. Clark doesn't come in until after ten o'clock," Betty said in a warm tone of voice.
"Really?" the slut said. "That's over an hour away."
Betty noticed the hint of boredom in her voice, and sensed that she wanted to have something to fill up the time. She got up from behind the desk and sat down on the edge of it. She made sure that her crotch was visible to the other whore as she sat there swinging one foot.
"Well, I've only been Mr. Clark's secretary for a short time, and I don't know for sure, but it seems that one of my duties would be to make sure that the people who are waiting for him don't get bored," she explained. "Can I do anything for you?"
The object of her lust smiled and threw one of her gorgeous legs over the arm of the chair. The white nylon of her tiny panties came into view. The black, curly hairs showed through the thin material. Betty could see that there was a large wet spot spreading over the crotch of the flimsy garment.
Betty went over to the woman and kneeled down in front of her. As she leaned into her lap and kissed the warm skin on the inside of her thigh, her nostrils were filled with the fragrance of love juice. Her own cunt was now flowing freely too.
Reaching up under the chick's skirt, Betty grabbed her skimpy undies and, as the slut lifted her hips, pulled them off of her. The delicious cunt was right in front of her face, and just waiting for her hot mouth. Inhaling the mist of cunt odor, Betty leaned forward and buried her mouth in that steaming twat!
The taste of cunt filled her mouth as she began to lick the satiny walls inside the hairy lips. Betty grabbed the woman's legs and lifted them so the bitch slid down in the chair and her cunt became more accessible. Betty ate her with all the skill of a champion cunt lapper. She slid her tongue up the vaginal canal and rotated it, licking out the juice that flowed from the deep well.
When she had the woman panting and squirming, she grabbed her clit in her mouth and began sucking vigorously on it. Her middle finger found the puckered hole below the cunt and wiggled into it. With the expert work of her tongue and finger, Betty had her lover in the grip of an orgasm before long. When she felt the cunt relax, she pulled her head back and smiled at her new friend.
"That was great, baby," the woman said. "It was as good as any of Harry's tricks."
Well, that was interesting! Betty wanted to ask her what Harry's tricks were, but she didn't want to admit that she didn't know, so she just smiled. She was dying of curiosity, but she didn't want that to interfere with what was happening right now.
Betty stood up and lifted the hem of her skirt. She rubbed her hand over her pubic mound a few times, and then pulled her soaking panties off. Suddenly it occurred to her that good old Harry might walk in any second.
"Come on over here," she said as she took the perverted woman's hand and led her to her desk. "Harry could be here any minute and I don't want him to find us eating each other." Her new friend looked at her a little strangely, but went along with her wishes. Betty pushed the chick under her desk and sat down. She spread her legs and felt a tongue probing her gash. As she sat there at her desk like a proper secretary, the slut between her legs was going wild with her cunt!
Betty had all she could do sitting still. This bitch under her desk was eating her with hard and fast licks. Her tongue was reaming Betty's cunt with the most powerful technique that she had come across in a long time. With one long stroke she lapped the long opening from stem to stern. Starting near her asshole, the tongue wiped through the lips to her clit. Betty began to breathe in deep gasps as the thrill of an orgasm rushed through her body.
Her body was shaking uncontrollably with lust and ecstasy. Just as she began to calm down, the office door swung open. Mr. Clark strolled in and smiled at her.
"Good morning, Betty," he said. Then looking closer at her he added, "Are you feeling all right? You look a little flushed."
"Oh yes," she stammered, "I feel fine."
"I'm expecting a young woman this morning, has she been here?" he asked.
"She was here but she went out for something to eat. She said she would be right back," Betty said, trying to be as truthful as possible.
When he disappeared into his office Betty moved out of the way and the woman under her desk crawled out. They laughed at the close call. The woman wiped the shiny liquid from her face, and Betty pushed the button on her intercom. She was about to announce her new friend when she realized she didn't know her name! As she sat there with her finger on the button and her mouth hanging open in embarrassed confusion, the sexy girl who had just eaten her cunt said, "Dorothy."
"Dorothy is here to see you, Mr. Clark," she said into the intercom.
He told her to send her right in. Betty detected a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Thanks for the warm-up," Dorothy said as she went into Harry's office.
Betty was more curious than ever now. Would she ever find out about her boss' sexual technique? Her frustration made her more determined than she'd ever been about anything before.
When it was time for her coffee break, Dorothy still hadn't come out of Mr. Clark's office. Betty wanted to see her again, but she didn't want to miss her break either. She decided to chance missing Dorothy and took off for her old office to see her friends. She wished she had something interesting to tell them about Mr. Clark.
When her friends saw her coming, they began firing questions at her about her success with the mysterious Harry. She said she hadn't made much progress yet, but was working on it. They teased her and said she was slipping, but she knew that they were just pulling her leg, and she took it with a smile.
It was nice getting together with them and sharing stories about their sexual adventures. Betty knew that most of them exaggerated, and their stories still weren't as good as hers. Sometimes she even had to understate her exploits so they would sound possible and believable. Even with the exaggeration it was a lot of fun listening to the stories. Sometimes they would get really turned on, and a few of the girls would sneak off for a little lesbian action before returning to work. All of them were sexy-looking bitches, and Betty was glad for the chance to suck on any of their pussies.
When she went back up to her office, she caught Dorothy coming out. They exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together again soon.
"How was it?" Betty asked as she nodded in the direction of the office.
"Great, as usual," she answered with a gleam in her eye that Betty recognized as the gleam of satisfied lust.
The two sluts parted, and Betty went into her office and sat down at her desk. She busied herself with her secretarial duties and tried to keep her hungry cunt off her mind. Nothing happened the rest of the morning, except for a few routine phone calls. She sat at her desk and typed letters until lunch time.
During her lunch hour she roamed around in the department stores and boutiques looking at the latest fashions. Most of the things she saw weren't sexy enough for her, or else they didn't fit. Once in a while she found some things that, although not really sexy, fit her in a way that made them very sexy. Before going back to her office she bought a dozen doughnuts to munch on during the afternoon.
The afternoon was the same as the morning had been. She didn't even have a chance to show her body off to her boss. At about four o'clock she caught up with all her work and pulled out a magazine. Flipping through the magazine and chewing doughnuts, Betty began to watch the clock. There was less than a half hour before she could leave, and she was getting restless.
Suddenly the black box on her desk came to life with Mr. Clark's voice. He asked her to come in to his office. She jumped up and checked to see if she looked okay. With tits leading the way, she swayed into his office.
As she walked to his desk, she wiggled and bounced as much as she could, without looking completely ridiculous. Mr. Clark sat at his desk and watched her, but he didn't seem to be getting very excited.
"Sit down my dear," he said.
Betty sat down, making sure he had a good view of the tops of her thighs. She wondered if the white undies that were hugging her cunt were visible to him. It seemed to her that her nipples were erect, but she wasn't sure, and couldn't look down at them without being obvious.
Sitting in his office like this after waiting all day to get this chance made Betty a little nervous. She wanted to take advantage of this situation, but she had to be careful not to blow it. Mr. Clark began taking a bunch of papers out of his desk, and started to explain how he wanted her to type copies and file them.
She suppressed her disappointment and tried to pay attention to him. After all, she didn't want to lose her job. She still felt that she would get his cock in her, and she wanted to stay in his good graces.
When he had finished explaining what he wanted her to do, it was time for her to go home. Since the day had been somewhat disappointing, she decided to celebrate that evening. Going over the possibilities of having a really good time, she picked a funky little bar she knew. It was a small place with a juke box, and she had always had a good time there.
After dinner and a little rest Betty was raring to go. She drove to the bar with the feeling that she was in for a good time. Her body was loose, and she already felt a little high, even though she hadn't had a thing to drink yet.
The music from the juke box met her outside as she parked her car. As she strolled into the place, all eyes turned toward her. Several people called out to her. She hadn't been there for quite a while, but she hadn't been forgotten. By the time she got to the bar there were already several drinks there waiting for her.
She drank the first drink right down to get a good start. A small crowd gathered around her and she found that they all had their favorite memories about her. The things they were talking about seemed incredible, but as they told the stories, she remembered that they were true. She certainly had done a lot of far-out things in this place. Most women would be very embarrassed by the things that these men were laughing about, but not Betty. She was laughing right along with them. The idea that she had done all of those crazy things made her feel good. It had all been a lot of fun and now there was more fun to be had laughing about it.
Every time she finished a drink another one would appear in front of her. The men who were buying her drinks were obviously hoping for more outrageous things to happen that night. Someone asked her to dance and she found herself on the dance floor shaking and wiggling to the beat of the sound.
When she got back to the bar, she heard the end of a conversation about her. One of the regular customers was telling a newcomer about the time Betty took on all the men in the place. She remembered that night very well. It was a great time.
She was having a good time and getting higher and higher. The dance floor was crowded with people, and they all seemed to be dancing together. Betty was easily the best-looking chick in the place, but none of the other women were jealous. They knew about her and knew that she was in a class by herself. The men couldn't keep their eyes off her body as she danced wildly. Her tits were flying all around the room as she gyrated to the rock music.
When the dancing got too much for her in her drunken condition, she slipped into the rear of the place, where there was a pool table. She watched the games and kidded with the players. Before long she was playing pool too. She was having a hard time seeing the balls, so she wasn't winning too many games. It was fun though, and everybody was cheering her on.
She knew she wasn't going to win a game by playing fair, so she decided to do a little friendly cheating. They were playing eight ball. Since she was having a lot of trouble pocketing her balls, she started grabbing them off the table when she thought nobody was looking. As she slipped each ball off the table, she hid it by pushing it up her cunt. Before long she had three balls in there and it getting crowded.
Her opponent missed the eight ball on his next shot and she found that it was her turn to shoot at eight ball. The idea of cheating was beginning to bother her. She wanted to pocket all the balls that she was supposed to. She went to the comer of the table and straddled it so her twat was right above the comer pocket. Pulling the crotch of her undies to one side, she let one ball at a time fall from her cunt into the pocket. Not many women had that kind of control over the muscles in their snatch, and Betty felt very proud of herself.
The sound of hysterical laughter exploded in her ears and she knew that she had done it again. This might even have topped all her other tricks!
Chapter Ten
The next morning Betty found herself in her bed without knowing how she got there. The last thing she remembered was playing pool. It was nice to know that someone had brought her home safely and put her to bed. She would return to that bar one of these days and hear all about what had happened last night.
Well, it was back to the old grind. She had to be at work in an hour, and the problem with her new boss was on her mind. After what she had been through the night before, she felt a little shaky, but she managed to get herself together and get to work on time. She was getting used to the new job, and it was getting easier for her all the time. There was more time for reading her magazines and sneaking off for coffee.
Every time she had the chance, she put on a display for Mr. Clark. She showed him as much of her body as she could without taking all her clothes off, and still he hadn't made any passes at her. Meanwhile, she kept up a busy schedule of fucking her friends and acquaintances. As the week wore on she made it with several of her old coworkers, and an assortment of young studs that she ran into.
When Friday came around she felt anxious to be free for a few days. She hadn't made any progress with her boss, and was looking forward to being ay from him for the weekend. On her way to eh she saw the boy from the cigar store walking down the street in front of her. Betty walked faster until she caught up with him. When she was walking along side of him, she looked over at him and saw him looking at her bouncing tits from the comer of his eye.
"Hi! You're the boy from the cigar store, aren't you?" she asked him.
"Yeah, I am. You were in a few weeks ago weren't you?" he asked with bulging eyes.
"I'm glad you remember me," she said. "Are you going to lunch?"
"Yeah, I usually go to the drugstore and get a sandwich."
Betty was thinking of a way to get this stud off his usual routine. The drugstore wasn't a good place to get anywhere with a hot young fucker like this. Betty suggested that he go with her for lunch at a nice tavern that she knew of, and she would treat. He said he wasn't old enough to get into a place like that, but she told him that as long as he was with her there was nothing to worry about.
She lead him into a dark, cozy place, and they took a table near the back. They ordered drinks and sandwiches and began getting to know each other. Betty introduced herself and asked the boy his name. When he told her his name was Jerry, she told him that it was a very sexy name. As they talked, she put her hand on his thigh. She could feel the heat that his body began to give off as the front of his pants bulged. Eating with one hand, Betty kept her other hand on his thigh, and every time she wanted to emphasize something she had said, she gave him a warm squeeze.
By the time they had finished their meals, Betty had moved her hand to within an inch of Jerry's stiff cock. Turning toward him, she pressed the tip of her tit into his arm. The boy could feel the nob of her erect nipple poking him. Betty leaned forward to whisper something in his ear, but when her mouth came to his ear she slipped her tongue into it and ran it around in hot, wet circles. By this time Jerry was wild with lust. His own hand was slipping up Betty's skirt and grabbing at her damp crotch. Betty tensed her body as his thick finger entered her swollen, drooling cunt.
With her hand on the gigantic bulge in his pants, Betty told the boy to go to the men's room and wait for her there. Getting up, Jerry staggered to the men's room with his hands in his pockets in a vain attempt to hide his erection. After a minute or two Betty followed him. She opened the door to the men's room and stepped in. Jerry was standing there waiting for her, and as soon as she closed the door behind her they flew into each other's arms.
Their lips came together in a frenzy of lust. The youth pushed his tongue into her mouth until her mouth was completely filled with it. The taste of his saliva drove Betty into a frenzy of homy passion. Jerry's fat prick pressed against her belly, and made her anxious to get it into her burning cunt. She reached down and unzipped his pants and reached in. His throbbing prick filled her hand with its great mass. When she had pulled that hot piece of meat from its hiding place, she looked down at it. The cock stood out of his pants and reached up at her. Its shaft was thick and covered with blue veins. At the end of the shaft was a huge, pink head. Just looking at the gorgeous tool made Betty's pussy contract with a twitch of lust.
She dropped to her knees in front of the boy and opened her mouth over that hot prick. As she took the pulsing rod into her hungry mouth, Jerry gasped in excitement. Betty began to move her head back and forth on the long cock in the expert moves she knew so well. As the fat cock head passed through her mouth to her throat and back again, her cunt was flowing with hot, silken juice that ran down the insides of her thighs. She could tell by his breathing that he was getting close to exploding, and she quickened her sucking, thrusting head motion. When he did come she wanted it to be with a bang!
With a loud gasp, Jerry came. His prick was shooting load after load of jism into Betty's sucking mouth. Betty drank every drop of the hot liquid that was pumped into her, and wanted even more! Even after the prick stopped shooting, she kept it in her mouth and squeezed a few more drops out. When she was sure she had gotten it all, she let the prick slip from between her lips and stood up. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. With a sly smile on her face, she held the soaking garment up to Jerry's face. The odor of a hot pussy filled his nostril as he pressed his nose and mouth into the wet nylon.
Betty backed up against the sink behind her and hopped up onto it. She held her legs out toward the boy and whispered, "Eat me!" in a desperate-sounding gasp. Jerry rushed over to her and sank down to his knees in front of her soaking pussy. The outer lips were spread, and the boy could see the clitoris at the end of the ridge of flesh that peeked out at him. Her entire crotch was wet with the warm juice that drooled freely from that sweltering hole. Her curly pubic hairs were plastered against the cunt lips with love juice.
Jerry pressed his face into her wet crotch until his lips met the lips of her trembling cunt. His tongue snaked its way into the crack of her vaginal canal and began a rhythmic licking motion. Betty could tell instantly that the young stud between her legs was an experienced cunt lapper, and he definitely had talent. He whipped his tongue from her deep canal to the hard button of her clitoris with quick but powerful movements. The juice that ran from her cunt was covering the boy's face and lubricating the movements of his head in her crotch. Betty grabbed his head and held it even tighter against her twat as she felt the stirrings of an orgasm deep within her. When her orgasm began to rage through her body, she wrapped her legs around his head and her hips began to pump wildly against his face.
Just as her orgasm began to fade, the skillful stud sprang to his feet and thrust his still-stiff rod into her twitching cunt. He began to pump away at her, and she immediately felt another orgasm beginning to take shape in her belly. As the boy rammed his meat into her frenzied cunt, she began to moan like a wild woman. Since the boy had come once only a few minutes ago, he was able to keep pumping for several minutes before he came again. During that time Betty had three more orgasms and was just getting warmed up! She sat on the sink with her legs wrapped around the boy's waist and her head thrown back. Her breathing consisted of long, deep gasps, and low, animal-like moans. Her eyes were shut tightly and all she was concerned with were the orgasms that surged through her body one after the other.
When she felt the cock in her spewing its hot bullets of sperm, she tightened her grip around his waist with her locked legs. She was in the condition that she lived for: complete sexual ecstasy, and she didn't want it to stop!
"Keep going, Jerry honey," she moaned. "Please don't stop! Please! Fuck me more, more!"
Her pleas for more had their effect on the young stud. The idea that this gorgeous chick was begging him for more sent thrills of lust through him. His cock grew as stiff and strong as it was before his first orgasm, and he began to thrust it into her with powerful lunges. Betty was riding a long string of orgasms, and her head was swimming in a whirlpool of dizzy passion. Her cunt was burning with lust, and her whole body twitched violently.
As she began to feel that she couldn't take much more, Jerry was nearing his third orgasm. The jism was coming to a boil in his balls, and he started thrusting his exploding cock into her burning cunt with ever increasing speed and power. Betty didn't know where she was or who she was with-all she knew was that her cunt was sending waves of wild ecstasy through her, and if it continued much longer she would faint. Her moans were getting louder and louder with every thrust of Jerry's stabbing tool. When the young fucker finally came again, Betty had had enough. Her body was limp and covered with sweat. She clung to him to keep from falling off the sink. It took them a few minutes to catch their breaths, and when they did they began to tell each other what a great fuck it had been.
Betty moved her ass back over the bowl of the sink and let the jism that had been pumped into her slip out. She was amazed at the huge amount of cream that this young stud had shot into her. She rinsed the tender lips of her cunt with warm water and Jerry washed the glaze of dried love juice from his face. Jerry peeked out of the men's room to see if the coast was clear for Betty to sneak out. It wasn't. There were two, rather impatient-looking men waiting to get in there. Jerry ducked back in and told Betty that the men were standing there.
"Well, it seems there's only one thing to do," she said as she took his arm and strolled out of the men's room.
The two men waiting had ridiculous expressions of surprise on their faces as the sexy bitch and young boy left arm in arm. Betty could imagine what was going on in those men's minds as well as what was going on in their pants! Would they be disappointed to find that there wasn't a woman waiting in there for them?
They walked back to their jobs and said goodbye with a kiss. Betty felt good, as she usually did after a good fucking, and was looking forward to getting back to her desk and sitting down on her soft chair. Her crotch could use the rest!
Everything was quiet in the office, and Betty relaxed in the calm afterglow of a fantastic fuck. As she sat there quietly taking care of the little things that were part of her job, the phone rang. It was her older sister, Beth. She sounded excited as she told Betty that Phil, their younger brother, was coming to town with a friend of his. They had just called and expected to be there by dinner time. Beth invited Betty to dinner so they could all be together. The two women were eager to see what Phil's friend looked like. If he was half as sexy as their brother, they would be very happy, and ready to give him a good going over!
With the possibility of an orgy with her brother and sister and a new stud thrown in for good measure, Betty's body began to hum with excitement. It would be just like old times when they were kids, she thought. She had missed her brother when he went off to college. They had always been a very close family! She thought of how she had initiated her brother into the wild world of sex many years ago, just as her sister had initiated her many years before that. The memory of his child's cock in her mouth, and the first time he came, filled Betty's mind with fond memories.
The years she had spent playing with her brother's prick finally paid off one night. She had been sucking and playing with his cock for years before he had been able to come, and it had been fun, but when his prick first shot a load into her mouth, she felt the joy of perverted lust that was so important to her even then. She and Beth had both wanted to be the first to taste their younger brother's cream, and when Betty won the contest, Beth was so jealous that she insisted on getting an immediate load of her own. They marched into Phil's bedroom, grabbed him, and pulled his clothes off. He fought them like a tiger, but they all knew that he was just playing hard to get, and his stiff, young cock gave him away.
Betty held him while Beth swallowed his young, but big, prick. As Beth gave her brother a vigorous blow job, Betty crawled over his face and gave him his first lesson in cunt lapping! Beth was pissed that while she was getting her brother's second load of sperm Betty, was getting another "first". When they were finished with that game, Beth talked her brother into joining her in a plan to get even with Betty. They grabbed her and dragged her into the bathroom, where Beth had their mother's douche bag filled with hot water and waiting. They held Betty down on the floor and stuffed the long douche nozzle up her tight asshole. Betty squirmed wildly as the water rushed into her ass. She really liked the feeling of having her rectum filled with the hot water, but she had to pretend not to in order to satisfy her brother and sister.
They let her get up finally and she emptied her bloated ass with a tremendous rush of water. As soon as she was emptied out, they grabbed her again and held her down on the floor. Phil said he wanted to fuck her in the ass and told Beth to hold her still. Beth almost went for his plan, but then realized that it would mean that Betty would be getting another first from their brother. She wasn't about to let that happen, and she insisted that he fuck her in the ass instead. That was okay with him. Betty and Phil gave Beth a good enema, and Phil fucked his sister in her horny ass. Beth was happy about being her brother's first fucked ass, and she felt satisfied.
That all seemed so long ago to Betty. Her brother was in college now, and he had his own girlfriends. He still had plenty for his sisters though, and she was really anxious to see him. She was so anxious that she couldn't keep her mind on her work. Rather than doing her work, she sat around and daydreamed about her brother and sister and all the good fucking they had enjoyed together. She wondered if she would be a different person if it hadn't been for her sister. Her thoughts drifted back to the time her sister told her about sex, and then proceeded to give her a demonstration. That demonstration started her on the road to a life of fucking. She felt that she owed her sister a lot for getting her started on that road.
Next, Betty wondered if her own attitude had anything to do with her father's seduction of her. She knew that she had put on a pretty good show for her father every chance she got. Her young girl's body was very sexy, and she did everything she could to use it to its best advantage. There was no way of telling now what would have happened if she had been a shy little girl without a fantastic body. Would her father have come into her room that night anyway? Would he have touched her like that if she hadn't paraded around in front of him with her young tits sticking out and bouncing around? The memory of her father telling her that she had a beautiful woman's body as he put his hand on one of her big, firm tits made her cunt drool now just as it did then. Her father's cock seemed so huge to her then, when she was used to her sister's finger or tongue. She didn't know how that big thing was going to fit in her young cunt, but it did! And it felt so good, - too! She remembered how she had moaned with ecstasy for the first time. Every time before that, those moans had meant that she was in pain, but now it was just the opposite. It was so wonderful to discover sex at that early age when everything was strange and new!
When she talked to her friends at school about sex, and she realized that they had never been fucked, she was very surprised. Some people told her that there was something wrong with sex, and especially with your sister and father, but she just couldn't understand why. She was glad that she never paid much attention to that talk, and always did whatever felt good. It seemed to her that if she hadn't spent so much time fucking and sucking she would have missed a lot in life, and she was looking forward to a long life and as much sex as she could fit into it. If she ever had any second thoughts about her sex life, and she didn't, the thought of all the pleasure she brought to other people would have shown her that there couldn't be anything wrong with it.
The office door swung open suddenly and brought Betty back to the present. A sexy chick swayed into the office and asked to be announced to Mr. Clark. Without taking her eyes from the luscious body in front of her, she pressed the button on the intercom and announced the woman. Mr. Clark told her to send her right in, as she knew he would. The woman took her beautiful body from Betty's appreciative gaze and disappeared into Mr. Clark's office. Even with her mind occupied with the exciting prospects of the evening she felt jealous of the woman who had just been invited into her boss' office. If she only knew what went on in there, she might feel a little better about it.
She decided to do some filing, and as she passed the door to the inner office, she slowed down and leaned her head close to the door. In this way she might be able to hear what was going on in there without really eavesdropping. As she walked back and forth in front of the door, she picked up the faint sound of laughter from within. Well, whatever was going on in there, they were having fun, she thought. Betty kept busy filing papers and walking past the door. After a while, the sounds of laughter turned to the sounds of sex. This was getting interesting, and Betty dropped her pretense of not eavesdropping and pressed her head to the door. She could hear the woman groaning and moaning in a fit of wild passion. By the sound of it, she was in the grip of an intense orgasm. The ecstatic sounds went on and on as Betty listened, her own cunt dripping in sympathetic lust.
Whatever he was doing to her was lasting a long time, Betty thought as the moaning changed to an almost crying sound. Betty grabbed her cunt in her horny lust and began to massage her drooling hole and quivering clit. She worked on her pussy with all her skill, and in a few minutes she was leaning on the door with an orgasm racing through her body. When her body calmed down again she noticed that the desperately passionate sounds were still coming from the other side of the door! When five o'clock rolled around, Mr. Clark's visitor still hadn't come out, and Betty left.
The idea of getting together with her sister and brother was so exciting she couldn't keep from giggling with girlish delight. On top of that there would be a friend of her brother's! She was sure that her brother would bring someone who was going to be interested in the same things that the rest of them were. She saw her sister every now and then, but it wasn't the same as when they had Phil with them too.
Betty went home first to get herself in top fucking condition. She scrubbed, douched, powdered and perfumed herself. For this special occasion she had to dress just right. It was important to impress Phil's friend, since she hadn't met him before, so she decided to dress funky. She found her tightest pair of faded jeans and stuffed her ass into them. The soft, worn material clung to her like paint. The shape of her pussy showed clearly under the denim. She hadn't put on any underwear. To complete the outfit, she pulled a cotton t-shirt over her massive tits. It was a little tight, but that was okay because she liked the way it felt, stretched over her tits. And, of course, it made her tits look like they were going to pop right through the soft material if she wasn't careful.
She put on her platform shoes, which made her already tall figure even more statuesque. Before she left, she walked around her apartment wiggling and swaying and watching herself in the mirror. She looked good to herself and couldn't see why she wouldn't look as good to a homy young stud. Her huge globes bounced under the soft cotton of the t-shirt, and her nipples showed as they made their impression on the tips of her breasts. When she was bursting with confidence in her sex appeal, she left her apartment.
Just as she was about to knock on her sister's front door, it swung open. The rumble of the Jag as she roared down the street let everyone know that she was there, and knocking on doors wasn't necessary. Her sister was standing there looking like a young stud's wet dream. The two slutty sisters had very similar bodies. Their big tits slapped together as their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Betty's tongue was sucked into her sister's hot mouth. They grabbed a good hunk of each other's asses and squeezed with happy lust.
When they released each other, Betty saw that Phil was standing beside her. With a joyful squeal she grabbed him in her arms and gave him a bigger kiss than she had given her sister. He grabbed a handful of tit and ass, and stuck his tongue deep into her mouth.
"I want you to meet a good friend of mine," Phil said.
Betty saw a gorgeous young guy standing in the middle of the living room. No matter where she saw this stud, he would have turned her on, but here he was in her sister's house with her perverted family!
"This is Bob," Phil said to her. "And this is my sister, Betty," he said to his friend.
Betty could tell that the boy liked what he saw. As he said hello, his eyes danced all over her body. Betty could almost feel his horny gaze on her. She liked what she saw too. The boy had a thin, athletic-looking body, and Betty noticed that the bulge in his pants was of ample size. As her cunt began to get moist, her mind raced with all the possibilities that were in store for her that evening.
The four of them sat down in the living room and talked. Phil told his sisters what he had been up to at school, and asked them what they had been doing. They all laughed when Betty said that she was sure they had all been busy with the same things that they had always been busy with. The women asked Bob to tell them about himself and he said he was just a college boy with the usual interests and hobbies. The two women were glad to hear that!
When they sat down, Betty had made sure that she was sitting next to her brother's friend. She didn't lose any time in making her move, and she had her arm around his shoulders and was tickling his ear with one of her long, clever fingers.
"Don't get too carried away," Beth said with a smile. "I've got a roast in the oven and it's almost done."
Betty was hungry, and the roast beef sounded good to her, but she was also hungry for the stud sitting next to her. As was always the case with her, her sexual hunger overshadowed her hunger for food. If she threw herself at this young fucker right then, as she felt like doing, she would spoil the evening for her sister, and she didn't want to do that, so she ignored her drooling cunt and tried to concentrate on her empty stomach. When dinner was finally ready, they all hurried into the dining room as if they were anxious to get the dinner over with and get down to what they all were most interested in: fucking!
The dinner was delicious, though, and they all enjoyed it very much. While they ate, Betty played footsies with everyone at the table. She had slipped her shoes off and was running her bare foot up the boys' pantlegs and up her sister's skirt. In return, they were all rubbing their bare feet up and down her legs too.
As they ate, they also drank the dry, red wine that her sister had picked out especially for this dinner. Before long, they were really feeling the wine, and the dinner conversation was getting rather silly, and they were all doing their share of laughing. The wine was good for their appetites too, and the heavy platters of food were passed around and around.
When everybody was full, the two women cleared the table, and they all went into the living room with a few bottles of after-dinner liqueurs. They sat on the floor in a tight circle. As they sipped their sweet liqueur, they began to touch and stroke each other. Betty pulled Bob over to her so that they were leaning on each other. Betty's arm was around the boy's neck, and her hand was rubbing his hard, flat chest. Bob was eager to start rubbing Betty's chest too, but he was new to this crowd, and wanted to see how things developed. Phil was intertwining his legs with Betty's while his arm encircled Beth's waist. He was pulling his sister to him.
When Bob saw that Phil was resting his head on Beth's tits, he began to feel more sure of himself, and he let his hand move to one of Betty's huge knockers. He grabbed the mass of tit flesh firmly but gently in his strong hand and began to massage it with expert skill. Betty's nipple puckered in a tight knot as soon as the boy touched it. While he was taking care of her tit, Betty lowered her head toward his and their lips met in a hot kiss. Betty threw her arms around his body and pulled him against her. The hard lump in his pants pressed against her belly.
While they were getting warmed up, Phil and his sister Beth began fondling each other with lusty greed. Phil put his hand in her blouse and wrapped it around her big, soft tit. The warm mass of flesh in his hand sent a wave of passion through his body, and his cock grew into a long, hard shaft. Beth saw the prick swelling under his pants, and she reached over and rested her hand on the bulge. After running her fingers over his hidden tool, she began to unfasten his pants and peel them away from his naked prick. In a minute his stiff rod was exposed and throbbing in full view of everybody in the room.
Beth leaned forward slowly until the fat, pink cock head disappeared into her mouth. She began sucking gently on it and, at the same time, held his hairy balls in the palm of her hand. Taking her mouth off her brother's prick. Beth suddenly began pulling her clothes off. Phil took his clothing off too, and Bob and Betty followed their example. Soon the four of them were naked. Beth resumed her blow job on her brother, and Betty slid down Bob's body until she was facing his magnificent prick. She kissed it on the pee slit, sticking her tongue into it, and then took the bloated head into her hot mouth.
As the two sisters sucked those young cocks, the boys looked at each other with lustful smiles. Before they came, the two women dropped the pricks from their mouths and moved around so their soaking twats were right in front of the horny studs' faces. The boys took the hint and dove into the hot, humid valleys of the women's crotches. It was amazing how they all seemed to move together and do the same things to each other, but when you consider that three of the four of them were an old fucking and sucking act from childhood, it made sense.
Betty was very happy to find that Bob was a great cunt lapper. His long, powerful tongue was reaming her twat with wild lust. The silky liquid that was running from Betty's cunt flowed into Bob's mouth and gave him more and more excited energy with which to attack her trembling pussy. The boy was grinding his face into the swollen lips of her cunt in a desperate attempt to get his tongue as far up her drooling canal as possible. When he had his tongue stretched up her snatch, he wiggled the tip of it with a fast fluttering motion that made Betty gasp with passionate delight. Betty was running her fingers through the young fucker's hair, and holding his head tightly against her pussy.
While those two were going at it, a few feet away Beth and her brother were really beginning to heat up. Phil was working on his sister's cunt with his own skillful mouth. He had been servicing her cunt for years, but Beth was surprised to find how much better he had gotten at it. She had taught him all she knew on the topic of cunt lapping, but since he had gone away to college he had learned some new tricks. He was playing with her clit with the tip of his tongue in a fantastic way that Beth hadn't experienced before. As he applied his perverted skill to her snatch, she began to pant with the thrill of the orgasm that was growing in her cunt and spreading through her body.
When Betty heard her sister moaning in lust, she pulled the head between her legs tighter against her cunt and began pumping her hips in such a way that her clitoris was rubbing vigorously on Bob's wildly lashing tongue. She wanted to come at the same time as her sister. Although Beth had a slight head start, soon they were both moaning in frantic lust. Their voices mingled in a chorus of perverted ecstasy. As the two young cunt lappers kept up their work, the women writhed on the floor like snakes. When their orgasms had run their course, the two women lay still, with their chests heaving in an attempt to catch their breaths. Both boys began to crawl up the women's bodies, kissing their way up to their faces. When they were covering the women's bodies with their own, they slipped their throbbing cocks into the cunts that they had been sucking a few minutes earlier. They pronged the sisters within a few seconds of each other and both boys had a very similar fucking rhythm. The boys pumped the woman in unison, and the four of them began to pant and moan together. The sounds of four orgasms filled the room, and the floor was filled with the frenzied motion of pulsating bodies.
After the explosion of their coming, they all lay on the floor and talked. The three siblings reminisced about the good old days of their perverted childhood, and Bob listened and learned about this strange family that he was involved with. Their parents were back East, and they talked about the last time they had all been together and what a fantastic orgy that had been! Bob was amazed at what he heard, but he thought it was great that a family could be so close and enjoy sex together.
Bob was so turned on by the weird stories that his was the first prick to get hard again. Betty let her sister have the new member of the group this time, and made no move to grab the prick that was standing up in his lap. Beth moved over to the boy, and they wrapped their arms around each other. Soon they were rolling around in hot passion.
Phil went to Betty and put his face between the soft mounds on her chest. The warmth of his sister's tits filled him with lust, and his prick was stiff and throbbing again. He kissed her nipple and felt it pucker into a hard circle in his mouth. Phil brushed his lips lightly over the nob, and then took it into his mouth and sucked it as hard as he dared without hurting his sister. While he kissed one of her tits, he massaged the other with his large, talented fingers. Betty ran her hands up and down his firm body with her eyes shut tightly as she luxuriated in the feeling of having her tits taken care of so expertly.
Before long, Betty just had to have her brother's fat cock in her mouth. She felt that she was starving for a load of hot jism, and she went after it with a passion! Sinking down to his hips, she found his big cock just waiting for her to swallow it. Betty gobbled up the piece of meat and began sucking on it with all her horny energy. Slipping one hand under the boy's ass, she found the entrance to his rectum, and pushed her middle finger into the tight opening. As she held the prick in her mouth, she ran her tongue all over the fat, familiar tool. She could taste her sister's love juice on his cock, and that gave Betty an additional thrill.
While she sucked her brother's cock, Betty felt Bob nestling his head between her thighs. She spread her legs and her pussy opened to the boy's probing tongue.
Betty peeked down to see what was going on, and found that Bob and Beth were forming a daisy chain. As Bob ate Betty's twat, Beth was blowing Bob. Phil, whose cock was in Betty's mouth, was lapping Beth's cunt! The idea that they were all linked in this fantastically perverted circle gave them a special feeling of lust, and increased their oral ministrations. They ate each other gently at first, and gradually increased the friction between their mouths and the genitals they were sucking. Betty came first. As an orgasm exploded within her, her body shook and quivered, but she kept sucking her brother's prick with a steady rhythm. She knew that Bob was coming when she felt his mouth open in her snatch and gasp into her with a desperate breath. In another minute her brother was ejaculating into her eager mouth. The white slime was spurting with violent force into her. The taste of his cum was familiar to Betty, and along with the ecstasy of having her mouth filled with fresh sperm, was the joy of being with her sexy brother again after their long separation.
When they had all come, they remained in the perverted circle on the floor and played with each other's tired organs. The women held the limp cocks with the knowledge that they would soon be hard and ready again. They weren't disappointed, and they were soon all plugged in again, sucking and lapping with renewed lust! The rest of the evening went by very quickly.
The two boys were spending the night at Beth's, and Betty stayed too. After all, she didn't want to miss anything! As it turned out, it was a good thing she stayed. The boys woke up several times during the night and crept into her bed, and did some incredible things to her!
The boys had to leave the next morning, and the sisters were really sorry to see them go. It was a double loss: They loved their brother and missed him when he was away, and, of course, he was a great stud, and when he was unavailable for a quick fuck they really missed him! The two boys were packed and ready to go right after breakfast, and, with hugs and kisses, they all said goodbye.
Chapter Eleven
Betty spent the following days in her usual pursuits: working, driving her car, and fucking her brains out! Things were the same at the office, and she was getting used to the idea that if she was ever going to get into her boss' pants it might not be for a while. She was getting plenty of sex in other places, and she was resigned to the likely possibility that she might never get the chance that she had hoped would come with her new position in the firm.
The job was getting easier all the time as she got better at it, and, although it was a little lonely being in an office of her own, she really was content. She didn't feel as jealous when the sexy bitches came in to see Mr. Clark, and she got to know a lot of them. Most of them shared her taste sexually, and she was sucking more pussy lately than ever before. There were still the lunch hour fucking sessions, and the quickies in the elevator once in a while.
Once, when Betty was with Bruce, Mr. Clark's son, in the supply room having a mid-afternoon fuck, she asked him what he knew about his father's legendary sexual technique. Bruce smiled a sly smile and said something about that being the family secret. She could see that she wasn't going to get any information from him, and she put her curiosity out of her mind and tried to enjoy the younger Mr. Clark. It wasn't difficult to forget her curiosity as Bruce pumped his stiff cock in and out of her hot twat, but when it was over she wondered what his father might have that he didn't.
There was another matter that Betty hadn't gotten around to taking care of at the office. That was getting to know Joy, the chick who had taken her place in her old office. She was a great-looking woman, and Betty remembered the lustful look that Joy had given her when they had first met. The image of that bitch's body stayed in Betty's mind, and every now and then she thought about the possibilities that might be in store for her if she got to know the sex pot better.
One day when Joy was on Betty's mind, she thought she saw the object of her lust walking down the hallway in front of her. She caught up to the sexily swaying body and found that it was Joy. Just walking along behind the chick and watching her wide ass wiggling from side to side made Betty's crotch wet with desire.
"Hi there," Betty said with her most lurid smile. "How's the job going?"
"Fine," the slutty-looking broad said, returning Betty's smile.
"I should have come down to see if you needed any help," Betty said, "but I was so busy with my new job that I didn't think of it."
"That's okay, I really didn't have any trouble," Joy said.
It was almost time for Betty's coffee break, and she asked Joy to join her. The sexy chick said she would like to, and the two women wiggled down to the coffee shop together. As they drank a cup of coffee, Betty told Joy how much she envied her fantastic body. Actually, Betty thought her own body was nicer, but she was eager to get on the good side of this chick. Joy thanked her and said that she thought that Betty's body was the nicer of the two. They argued back and forth this way for quite a while.
The conversation had Betty's cunt running like a river, and she could see it was having a similar effect on her new friend. Finally she thought it had gone on long enough, and she leaned toward Joy and whispered, "I'll bet your snatch is just as sweet as the rest of you."
Joy's hand disappeared up her own skirt for a second, and then, with a graceful motion, she waved it under Betty's nose. The odor of a hot, juicy cunt filled her nostrils as Betty inhaled deeply. She couldn't think of a nicer invitation, and she suggested that they go immediately to a nice private spot where they "could get their things together."
Joy was just as eager as Betty, and she followed as Betty led her to the supply room on the floor where her office was located. It was a pretty popular spot with all the horny fuckers in the building, but they found it empty, and locked the door behind them. The room was filled with boxes of office supplies, but they were all piled in such a way that they provided several nice spots where two people could lie down together. As soon as they had the door locked they embraced, and their lips came together in a passionate kiss. Their tongues touched, and they tasted each other's saliva. Between them, their heavy tits were pressed into a hot pile of sensuous flesh.
Stepping back out of their embrace, Betty began to undress. As the other woman watched, Betty stripped her blouse off, and her beautiful, firm tits swung into view. Joy's twat flowed as she looked at the huge tits hanging from Betty's chest. The pink nipples contracted into hard nobs as Joy watched. Next, Betty unfastened her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Joy looked down at the triangle of curly hair that showed through the sheer material of Betty's panties. She couldn't wait to get her face buried in that curly hair!
Betty pulled down her underpants and steppe out of them. She put one foot on a waist-high stack of boxes, and Joy could see the crack of he cunt open, and the pink lining of that delicious prize peeking out at her. While Betty stood there, Joy pulled her own clothes off as fast as she could, and soon both sexy bitches were staring at each other's horny bodies.
Betty made the first move. She pushed Joy down on a pile of boxes and began to kiss her heaving breasts. Taking the slut's nipples in her mouth, she sucked them into hard nobs, one after the other. She kissed her way down the middle of Joy's belly until she came to her belly button. She stopped there for a while, and slipped her tongue into the deep hole. Soon she was sliding her tongue toward the hairy mound. When her tongue met the curly black hairs, the same delicious smell that she had sampled in the coffee shop filled her nose once again. Pressing her face into the mass of hair, her tongue found the wet lips of that sweet cunt. Betty began lapping with all her skill, and her new friend was soon squirming in ecstasy. When Joy's lusty moans filled the room, Betty sucked her stiff clit and brought her new friend to a fantastic orgasm.
They hurriedly changed places, and Joy proved to be as good a cunt lapper as Betty. As an added attraction, Joy stuck her tongue up Betty's asshole as far as she could while Betty gasped in a fit of pleasure. When Joy put her tongue back to work on Betty's cunt, she shoved her finger up her ass. Betty had a great orgasm. She was always very happy when she had sex with a sexy chick, especially when she had lusted after her for so long!
When her coffee break was over, Betty returned to her office and her secretarial tasks. As she tapped away at her typewriter, her thoughts drifted off to times past, and the people and places that she had known. Would she ever forget some of those wonderful times that were long gone? She hoped not, but Betty was always looking forward to better times. The good things that had filled her life up to this point were a base on which to build the rest of her life. Every time she thought she had the best fuck of her life, she would get an even better fuck before long. It seemed things were always getting better and better for her. She was thirty years old and she planned to keep on fucking and sucking as long as she had a breath in her body. The image of her as a ninety-year-old woman with a cane, driving her sports car around town looking for teenage boys to fuck, made her smile to herself with lechery.
Betty spent the rest of the day with these sexy thoughts about her life and times. She did her work as if she were in a trance, and, in fact, she was. Sometimes she got so caught up in her own thoughts that she forgot where she was and what she was doing. When it was time to leave, she walked out of the building and got into her car without thinking about it. It wasn't until she was flying along the freeway in her cock-shaped car that she was brought back to reality. Suddenly, the feeling of being free from her job and speeding along the road broke the spell.
The thought of her spending the whole afternoon in a spell like that fascinated her, and she wondered what had caused it. She remembered thinking about things from the past, and how that led her to speculate about the future and, she thought, that must have been how it started. Well, it was a nice way to have spent the afternoon. As long as her body had to be trapped in that office all day, she was glad she had a chance to set her mind free.
The strange way she spent the day made her feel very relaxed, and when she got home she felt great as she made a giant salad for dinner. As she peeled each vegetable, she enjoyed its color and the way it felt in her hand. She seemed to be getting a lot of pleasure from all the little things that she usually did without thinking. Even her movements as she walked across the kitchen seemed very graceful and gave her pleasure. After dinner she went into the living room and sat down on the couch to enjoy her mood. She gazed out the window and watched the sky change colors as the sun set.
When the sun was down, Betty found herself sitting in the dark. She decided to take advantage of the calm that filled her mind, and she put a record on her stereo. As the sweet music filled the room, Betty began to dance around in gracefully smooth movements. She took off piece after piece of her clothing until she was naked. Her huge tits swung from her chest with the movements of the dance. As she moved across the room, the cool air brushed her body and gave her the sensation of being felt up by the world's most experienced young stud.
Before long her thoughts were turning toward sex, and every motion she made reminded her of a movement she had made while making love. She lifted one leg in a move she had learned in her girlhood at ballet school, and it made her imagine that there was a stiff cock waiting to poke into her spread cunt lips. She threw her body back and her hips forward and pretended that a young boy knelt in front of her with his tongue ready to lick the juice from her dripping twat. These thoughts made her hot and horny as she cavorted around the room.
Her cunt was drooling freely, and she knew that she would have to do something about it soon. As she continued to dance, her mind raced over the possibilities for sex. She didn't want to go out and look for someone, and she didn't want to have to wait for someone to come over that she could call. There was always the idea of jerking off, but she would have to think up an interesting new twist if it was going to be any good. There was no point in simple masturbation while she was in such a rare mood.
As she thought of different kinky ideas, she began to feel frustrated because she had done them all already. She was worried that she might blow her relaxed condition if she didn't come up with an interesting idea soon. Then, just in time, the phone rang. Betty knew that something good was going to happen when she answered the phone. It never failed; when she needed some help sexually it was always there.
She lifted the receiver to her ear and said hello in her sexiest voice. The voice on the other end came back at her, and Betty recognized it immediately. This call couldn't have come at a better time! Betty realized again that she must have been born under a lucky star.
"Hello, honey, how is my favorite telephone cunt today?" the voice said.
"I'm fine, how are you?" Betty answered.
"I think I can smell your wet cunt right over the phone," the man said. "You've probably got your fingers up your hairy twat."
Betty recognized the voice as belonging to the guy who called her every now and then. She had never met him, but she always enjoyed his obscene calls.
"As a matter of fact, I was just planning to stick my fingers in," she said.
"Well go ahead, baby, what are you waiting for? It'll feel real good. Are you in yet?" he asked with a low voice.
"Yeah, I've got two fingers in my crack," Betty said as she thrust her fingers deep into the drooling hole. "Oh, it feels good, so good," she gasped.
"Wiggle them around in there. Shove them in as far as you can and wiggle them around," the voice said. "Stick a finger in your ass too," he suggested. "Do you have a finger in your ass?"
"Yes," Betty said when she had followed his advice. The idea of playing with herself while talking to this pervert on the phone drove her wild with lust! She would do anything he told her to do.
"How does your finger feel up your ass? Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it feels real good! Ohhhhhh yes!" Betty moaned.
Betty could guess what was going on at the other end of the line. Her telephone friend was beginning to breathe harder, and she knew that he was as hard at work on himself as she was on herself.
"Is your clit hard?" he asked. "Rub the shit out of your clit."
"I am, I am," Betty gasped. With one finger of her left hand up her ass, and several fingers of her right hand divided between her cunt canal and throbbing clitoris, Betty was nearing an orgasm. She began moaning in a high voice into the telephone.
"Are you coming, baby?" the voice asked her. She could tell that he was coming!
"Yes, yes, ohhhhh yes!" she cried as she began to be swept up in the glory of a powerful orgasm.
"Rub it harder, faster!" the voice gasped in quickening breaths.
"I-I-I'm coming, ohhhhh!" With a long, high squeal, Betty came. "Oh, that was so nice."
"Yes, it was nice," the voice answered. Well, you'll be hearing from me. Goodbye, baby."
"Goodbye," Betty said softly, and hung up.
That was just what she needed, and she felt good. She remained on the couch and licked the pungent juices from her fingers. The calm, quiet mood was still with her, and she just wanted to lie there on the couch. Before long, she slipped into a light sleep. The light sleep turned into a deep sleep, and the next thing she knew it was morning.
Chapter Twelve
Betty was sitting in her office one day tickling the keys of her typewriter when Mr. Clark's voice came over the intercom and asked her to come into his office. She had long since given up the idea that he was calling her in to fuck her, but she still always made sure that she looked her sexy best when she went in to see him. Getting up, she looked down at herself. Her skirt was short enough to expose the firm thighs that she wanted to wrap around her boss' head. She knew that if he got within smelling distance of her, his nostrils would pick up the odor of her sexy perfume, mixed with the fragrance of her love juices which had been seeping from her snatch all day as she sat at her desk tickling her clit.
Mr. Clark was sitting at his desk as usual, and Betty sat down in the chair that faced him. With her legs spread and her tits sticking out, she waited for him to say something. For quite a while they sat there in silence. This was very unusual, and Betty began to get a little nervous. She noticed that Mr. Clark was staring at her more intently than usual. He always gave her a once over, but this time his eyes lingered on the twin lumps on her chest. As she sat there squirming in discomfort, her boss was staring at her through narrowed eyes.
Finally he said, "You're a very fine-looking woman, Betty."
That wasn't much, but it was more than he had ever said to her in a personal manner, and it made Betty's cunt contract and leak its special liquid.
"Thank you, Mr. Clark," Betty said with a lustful smile.
"Call me Harry," her boss said.
Betty said she would, and she waited for him to say something else. He just sat there, though, and let his mysterious gaze roam around her body. Betty watched her boss intently as he continued to stare at her. She kept up her sexy pose, with her tits thrust out, but she was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.
"Stand up, my dear, and turn around," Harry said.
Betty followed his instructions, and began to feel that something was going to happen soon! She turned around a few times and stood there in the sexiest pose she could think of. With her hands on her hips, she gave her head a shake so her hair flew behind her shoulders, leaving her huge tits exposed to Harry's leer. Her hard nipples could be seen as dark spots on the sheer material of her blouse. With her weight on one foot, she turned the other foot out, exposing the soft, white flesh on the inside of her thigh.
"Would you mind taking your clothing off, dear?" he asked.
Betty was really thrilled at the request, and eager to show him just what she had, but she didn't want to seem overly anxious. She pretended to be a little surprised at his request, but in a few seconds she began unbuttoning her blouse. As Harry sat behind his desk, she threw the flimsy garment over the back of a chair. Betty noticed that his eyes opened a little wider as her tits came into view. That indicated that he was getting interested, and she began to ham it up a bit.
Grabbing her tits in her hands, she lifted them slightly, and then let them drop back into place. She ran her fingers over the puckered nipples and made sure they were firm and erect. With a quick movement of her fingers, she unfastened her skirt and pushed it down past her wide hips. The tin skirt fell around her ankles, leaving her in he transparent bikini undies. As Harry looked wit increasing interest, Betty stood there for a while before taking that last piece of clothing off. She knew that the dark patch of curly pubic hair was clearly visible through the white nylon. Her crotch was a soaking mess, and she felt the warm cunt juice dripping down her legs.
When she thought he was ready, she lowered he undies and slipped them off her legs. With a high kick, she sent the wet pair of panties flying aero the room, and, at the same time, giving Harry quick glimpse of the pink interior of her sweet snatch. Kicking off her shoes, she stood in front o him completely naked.
"Very nice, very nice indeed," Harry said as he looked at her nude, sexy figure.
Harry got up from behind his desk and walked over to her. He walked around her a few times and then stood in front of her. Betty was frozen with nervous lust. She didn't know what he was going to do next. It didn't take long for her to find out, though. He ran his hand lightly over her tit, and then lifted it toward his mouth. Lowering his head to meet the heavy globe, he kissed its hard nipple. His tongue came out and made a few circles around the pink nipple flesh.
There was something about the way his tongue felt on her tit that sent shivers of passion up Betty's spine, and her cunt began to flow in a steady stream of pungent perfume that filled the room with an aura of raw sex! Harry took her by the hand and led her to the desk. He laid her down on the cool mahogany with her legs hanging over the edge. Taking her legs in his hands, he spread them wide and looked down into the open valley of her crotch. The pubic hair was soaking wet, and the skin of her thighs shone with the shiny love juice that covered it.
Lying there like that, with her boss staring into her starving cunt, drove Betty into a fit of wild, sexual need! She couldn't wait for him to do whatever he was going to do. She wanted to scream, "Eat me! Suck my cunt!" but she didn't know if that would be the right thing to say to her boss, so she just waited to see what he was going to do.
When she saw him sink down to his knees between her legs, her cunt began to throb in horny anticipation. Harry knew how to drive a woman wild by making her wait just long enough, but not too long. Just as Betty thought she would have to grab her cunt and give herself some relief, she felt the tip of his tongue in the wet slot of her twat. He began by licking the outer lips with long, hungry strokes of his long tongue. Every lick was a little deeper than the one before, and soon he was slipping his tongue into her flowing canal and rubbing it over the nub of her clitoris.
The touch of his tongue in her cunt was driving Betty crazy with passion. There was something strangely fascinating about the way he was eating her pussy. He was an expert cunt lapper, there could be no doubt about that, but there was something else too. She couldn't figure out what it was that made his lapping different and nicer than any she had experienced before, and she didn't want to spend too much time thinking about it at that moment. The tongue in her pussy was filling her with ecstasy, and she lay back on the desk with her eyes shut tightly and her chest heaving with deep gasps.
Harry was poking his tongue deep into the vaginal canal and lashing it around against the tender walls of that pit. Betty's legs began to shake violently around Harry's neck as she closed in on her orgasm. At just the right moment, Harry took her clit into his mouth and sucked her into a powerful climax. Her whole body trembled, and long, low wails of uncontrollable passion escaped from her gaping mouth. When her trembling stopped, Harry kissed the wet lips and wiped his cheeks and chin on her belly.
He stood up and smiled down at Betty. "That was simply delicious, my dear, delicious."
He sat down behind the desk and told Betty she had better get back to work. She gathered up her clothes and put them on.
"That was the best lapping I've ever had," she said. She was still a little breathless.
"Thank you, sweetheart, I really loved it too," he said with the same calm voice that he always used with her.
When Betty was back at her desk, she wondered if she might have imagined the whole thing. It was certainly strange and sudden. What was it that was so strange but wonderful about the way he ate her? she wondered. It took her a while to get all the questions out of her mind. One thing was sure, she realized when she noticed that her cunt was still ticklish and tender; she certainly hadn't imagined the whole thing. Just as Betty got herself together enough to get back to work, a gorgeous chick came into her office and said she had an appointment with Harry. Betty announced her, and when she disappeared into" his office, Betty felt a pang of jealousy.
As Betty typed up a pile of letters, her mind kept returning to the cunt lapping Harry had given her. She couldn't help wondering what had made it so different. There had always been something mysterious about her boss, and the adventure in his office went along with that strangeness.
When it was time for her afternoon coffee break, Betty ran down to her old office to see her friends and tell them what had happened. She had hoped to be able to tell them something like this for a long time. Whenever they saw her, they asked how she was making out with her new boss, and now she would be able to give them a juicy story. In a minute, she was sitting in the middle of a circle of horny women, who were listening to her with dripping cunts.
When she finished the story, they asked if she hadn't gotten his famous cock in her. She said she hadn't yet, but was more hopeful than before. They seemed disappointed. Betty told them that there was something strange about the way he had eaten her, but that she couldn't figure out just what it was. They seemed mildly interested in that, but what they really wanted to know was if his cock was as wonderful as they had heard. Betty told them that she would let them know about all future developments.
Betty felt that she had let her friends down by not being able to tell them more. She decided she wouldn't tell them any more about Harry until she could tell them what they really were interested in: his legendary prick. When she got back to her office she felt a little lonely. Since she had become Harry's secretary, she hadn't seen as much of her friends in her old office as she would like to. Her progress in getting into his pants was a lot slower than she thought it would be, and now that something had finally happened, her friends were disappointed in what she had to tell them. Oh well, she thought, she would just have to keep on trying her best, and wait to see what would develop.
Harry left before Betty that afternoon, and he said good night just as he always did. There wasn't a sign that he had had his tongue up her snatch earlier that day, and Betty wondered if he even remembered the cunt lapping. When he left, Betty threw her feet up on her desk and spread her legs. Pulling the nylon away from her crotch, she slipped her finger into the hot lips and began to rub her clit. As she sat there jerking off, she thought about her new job and her new boss.
On her way home that evening, she still had Harry on her mind. She knew she would have to do something to forget about him for a while and relax. Of course, she knew what she needed, and was just wondering where the best place to get it would be. As she drove along thinking, she heard the rumble of another sports car alongside of her. Looking over to her side, she saw an old Triumph with a good-looking stud at the wheel as it flew past her. A smile spread over Betty's face as she thought of the thrill the young driver must be getting by passing her sleek car with his funky Triumph.
Betty stepped down a little harder on the gas, and began to catch up with the other car. The boy in the Triumph saw her gaining on him and he stepped up his speed. Soon she was following him closely, and they were doing about ninety. When Betty got tired of following him at such a slow pace she gave the wheel a slight twist and the Jag pulled out into the passing lane. She pressed the accelerator and the cock-shaped car leapt' forward and left the Triumph far behind in a matter of seconds.
As she had passed the older car, she had looked over at the driver. She caught a glimpse of the boy's face and, although it was only for a split second, she thought she saw his tongue sticking out at her with that curling, licking motion that could only mean one thing! She slowed down and let the other car get closer. As the boy passed her again, she looked at him to see if he was going to repeat the invitation. He did. Betty pulled over to the side of the road and turned her engine off. In a minute the Triumph came back and pulled over right in front of her car. The driver got out and walked over to her. Betty was happy to see that he was young and handsome. He was wearing leather driving gloves and trying to play the part of a sophisticated sports car enthusiast.
"Nice car you've got there," he said with an air of distinction.
"Nice tongue you've got there," she shot back at him.
The boy was taken by surprise, and his mouth fell open in shock. Betty wasn't going to play games with this kid after he made that cunt lapping motion at her, and she wanted to let him know that right away.
"Yeah, well, you know," he stammered, "when a guy sees a chick who looks like you, he gets ideas."
That was better, Betty thought, now he was talking!
"Well I've got some ideas of my own, too," Betty said. "Let's take a walk."
She took his hand and led him away from the road into the brush. She introduced herself to him and learned that his name was Joe. They soon found a nice spot to sit down and she pulled Joe down beside her. The boy couldn't take his eyes from her beautiful tits. Betty put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his face to hers. His lips pressed against hers and their tongues met between their open lips.
Joe lost no time. He began to unbutton her blouse with skillful fingers, and when her tits were free, he put his hot palm on Betty's tightening nipple. The bulge in his pants grew and grew until Betty thought his cock was going to rip its way right through the denim of his jeans. She thought she had better do something about that, and she quickly unfastened his pants. The huge prick jumped up at her as soon as she peeled away the clothing that held it captive.
The head of his gigantic rod was fat with blood, and the sight of that magnificent tool made Betty's cunt drool. She pulled his pants down below his hips and pushed him down on the grass. The boy lay there watching her with his stiff piece of meat pulsating to the beat of his heart as she pulled her soaking underpants from under her skirt. With her ass bared, she crawled over his head and bent her body down over his so her mouth was directly over his hot cock. The boy looked straight up and saw Betty's open cunt and ass hole a few inches above his nose. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her down until he could reach that pink slot with his tongue. As soon as he felt the hot, pungent flesh of her cunt on his tongue, he also felt her wet mouth caressing his prick.
Betty's mouth was full of stiff cock, and her cunt was being massaged by this young stud's strong tongue. She slipped the fat cock head out of her mouth and ran her tongue up and down his long shaft. Lifting his heavy balls, she carefully put them in her mouth and held them there while she wrapped her hands around his prick and moved the skin that covered it up and down. When she swallowed his prick again, she took the whole length of it in her mouth and down her throat. By moving her head up and down, she caused the mighty dong to slide back and forth in her throat. As she did that, she felt his tongue working furiously in her twat. .
Her middle finger found the door to his ass and she tickled the tight hole lightly. As the boy beneath her began to breathe harder and faster, she pressed on the puckered hole until her finger sank into the soft lining of his ass. She felt him gasp as her finger entered that canal, and she knew that he was enjoying it. Just as she hoped, he repaid her by sticking his finger up her ass.
When she thought that Joe was getting close to corning, she began to pump her head up and down as fast as she could. At the same time, she moved her hips around and ground her snatch down on the boy's lashing tongue. As hot jism began to fill her throat, Betty held the spurting cock head in her mouth and jerked the skin of the tool up and down as fast as she could. The globs of cream that were shooting from his rod splashed in her mouth with tremendous force. She tried to swallow it as fast as he pumped it into her but it was impossible. The white liquid overflowed her mouth and ran down her hands as they grasped the thick shaft.
While she ate his cum, she was being consumed by her own orgasm. The two horny suckers shook and panted together as they lay in their perverted embrace. When they sat up, they both had the other's juices on their faces, and as they kissed, they could each taste their own secretions. Now that Betty was taken care of sexually, she was willing to talk to the boy about sports cars, but not for too long. As soon as he got hard again, she was dragging him down onto her and wrapping her pussy around his prick.
Betty kept the young fucker busy there in the brush for quite a while. When she finally had enough, she let him get into his car. They raced back to town, and then went their own ways.
Chapter Thirteen
One afternoon, as Betty tapped away at her typewriter, Harry called her into his office. She had been in there at least once a day since he had given her that fantastic cunt lapping several days ago, but he hadn't made any moves since. When she saw him sitting there, something told her that this was going to be the second installment of her sexual encounter with her new boss. She wasn't sure why she had that feeling; maybe it had something to do with the way he was looking at her when she walked in.
She sat down in front of him as usual and showed as much as she could of her body. He didn't say anything for a while, and Betty's cunt began to run as this visit in his office was becoming more and more like the time when he ate her.
"Did you really enjoy the little episode we had last week?" he asked her.
"Oh yes, very much, it was great," she said. She really wanted to convince him - that she had enjoyed it, but she was shy about using her usual language with her boss.
"Well, how would you like to try something a little different this time?" he asked in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Sure, I'll try anything," she said. She felt like saying, "I've already tried everything but I don't mind repeats," but she felt she should be coy with this older man who also happened to be her boss.
"Well, if you will run an errand first, I think we might be in for a very interesting experience."
He gave her the address of a shop that dealt in antiques and rare art items. He told her he had just received a call from the shop and had been informed that something he had been waiting for a long time had just arrived. She was to go to the shop and bring the package back to the office as quickly as she could.
The whole idea seemed exciting to Betty and, besides, it would be nice to get away from the office for a while and visit a quaint old shop full of beautiful things. She drove to the address he had given her and found the little shop. She had been down that street many times, but had never noticed the tiny store. When she went inside, a little old man came up to her and asked if he could help her.
"Harry Clark sent me for a package you have for him," she said.
As soon as she saw the old man, she saw there was nothing old about his interest in her body. He stared at her bulging tits just as every man did. When she mentioned her boss' name, though, he really brightened up. His bushy eyebrows arched high over his wire-framed glasses, and his wrinkled face lit up with a smile.
"Ah yes, yes indeed," he said over and over as he rubbed his hands together with delight. He disappeared into the back room and returned with a package wrapped in brown paper. It was just about the size of an attach� case.
"This is for Mr. Clark," he said, "but if you'll permit me, I would like to give you something too."
Betty was very surprised at his offer, and didn't know what to say. He went back into the rear of the shop and didn't come back for about five minutes. While he was gone, Betty looked around the shop. It was filled with all sorts of beautiful objects. Paintings, statues and collections of tableware were everywhere. When the little man returned, he was holding a small box in his hands. Betty went over to where he had set the box on the counter.
"This is just a small gift to a beautiful woman from an old man who appreciates beauty," he told her.
Betty watched carefully as he lifted the top off the box. There were two balls in it about the size of golf balls. They were very nice-looking, but she had no idea what they were. The little man held them up and smiled broadly at her.
"I can see that you don't know what these are for, my dear. I'll explain it to you. These balls are made of the finest ivory and they are hollow. They are filled about halfway with mercury."
He put them in' her hands and shook them. The heavy liquid in the ball sloshed around and made the balls quiver with a strange motion.
"These balls were used by the rich women in the Orient a long time ago," he continued. "They are, shall we say, worn internally, if you get my meaning."
She got his meaning all right. The idea of walking around with these oversized Mexican jumping beans in her cunt was making her cunt wet already. She couldn't wait to try them. Betty thanked him as sincerely as she could.
"That is the most fantastic thing I've ever seen. I don't know how to thank you enough," she said.
"Well, there is one way you can thank me," he said. "Let me put them in place so you can try them out right away."
Betty was glad to let her new friend slip his gift into her snatch. She dropped her underwear and sat on the counter with her legs spread. Her pussy was exposed to the old man, and the lips were slightly open in her excitement. The old man was repeating the words "beautiful, simply beautiful" as he pushed the balls up her snatch one at a time. They felt cool in her hot cunt. It wasn't until she started walking that she realized the value of the gift she had received. With every step the balls in her twat jiggled and shook heavily. The expression of happy amazement on her face made the old man laugh a loud, long chuckle.
Betty couldn't stop walking; it felt too good. Thanking him over and over, she left the shop and walked to her car. She felt like walking back to the office, but Harry had told her to come back as soon as she could, so she had to get into the car. Driving back to work, Betty chose the bumpiest streets she could find, and was happy to find that that was sufficient to keep the balls hopping around in her. With the balls taking care of her cunt, she rubbed her clit with her fingertip, and had a wonderful orgasm while she drove along.
When she got back to the office, she parked, and jogged all the way up to deliver the package to her boss. The balls in her cunt shook with a life of their own, and vigorously massaged her drooling canal. She found herself alone in the elevator and was able to dance around and keep the balls jiggling in her without worrying about looking like an idiot. Just before the elevator doors opened, she squatted down and dropped the precious balls into her hand. She put them back in their box and went into her office.
Over the intercom on her desk, she told Harry that she was back with the package. He told her to come right in. He took the package in his hands and stood there looking at it with a sly smile on his face. Finally, he put it on his desk and began to tear the brown paper off. When the paper had been peeled away, a beautiful wooden box with brass hinges and lock sat on his desk. Harry rubbed his hands together in anticipation, and slowly lifted the top of the box.
Betty was staring intently, and when the contents of the package were exposed to her, she had to look at them for a while before she realized what they were. The box was lined with purple velvet and filled with dildos! Each of them was held in its own compartment. They were of many different sizes and shapes. Some were black and others white. Betty could tell that they were all made from ivory and other fantastic materials. Some were shaped like a cock, and others were unusual shapes with lumps and bulges all over them.
Just looking at the collection made Betty's cunt twitch with impatience. She wanted those perverted toys shoved up her cunt!
They both began picking up the dildos and examining them one at a time. They felt so hard and smooth in her hands that Betty could hardly wait for Harry to offer to try them out on her, as she knew he would. The one she held was shaped like a giant prick, and was accurate right down to the crooked veins and pee slot on the tip. It was made of ebony and felt cool and heavy in her hot grasp. Harry noticed the way she held the toy, and knew that she was dying to get her cunt around it.
"Shall we start with the one you're holding, my dear?" he asked.
Betty just nodded her head eagerly and began to pull her clothing off. When she was nude, Harry led her over to the leather couch and had her he down. He brought the box over and set it down on the floor. Betty handed him the black dildo that she had been warming in her hands. Harry took it from her and looked at it for a moment. Then, gently, he began shoving the big, black head into the outer lips of her cunt. Betty gasped as she felt the hard cock head in her twat. Her boss ran the dildo the length of her cunt lips, and he noticed the sheen of her love juice as it ran down the ebony shaft.
When Harry thought his secretary was ready, he pushed the wooden prick deep into her cunt. Her body stiffened as the thing disappeared in her gaping snatch. Watching the expression on Betty's face, Harry could tell just what effect the movements of the dildo had on her. He slid it in and out, cranked it around, and twisted it with skill as Betty began to squirm and moan with perverted pleasure.
While he maneuvered that dildo, he looked in the box for another to try out. He picked out one that had a twisted shaft and a fat head. Harry pulled out the ebony prick and replaced it with the imaginative but unrealistic dildo. The twisted surface of this joy stick drove Betty wild as it slid in and out of her twat. Harry held the warm, damp ebony prick that he had just pulled from her cunt under his nose, and sniffed the pungent fragrance of her love juice.
One after the other, Harry tried every dildo in his collection. Betty would have an orgasm, and a big dildo would slide out of her cunt, but before she was able to catch her breath, Harry would ram another into her and begin all over again. She was having orgasm after orgasm, and each one was more powerful than the last. When she thought she would lose her mind with lust, Harry came to his last toy. When it was all over, Harry asked her which one she had liked best. Betty could hardly speak as she lay there in a stupor of spent passions. Harry understood what had happened, and he realized that he would have to try the dildos on her again before he could expect an answer.
When Betty was able to get up, Harry was sitting at his desk with the box of dildos in front of him. He was still examining his new toys with enthusiasm. Betty pulled her clothes on and thanked him.
"Not at all, my dear, my pleasure," he said.
As Betty sat down at her own desk, her cunt felt tender and her hands still shook a little. She didn't do any work for a while as she thought about the wonderful feeling of having her boss try out all those dildos on her. As she sat there on her well-worn pussy, the telephone rang. She recognized the voice immediately as belonging to Henry, an old friend and bed buddy. He asked her if he could see her that night, and Betty was happy to tell him that she would love to get her hands on him again. They agreed to meet at Betty's place that evening. Betty was enjoying the surge of lust that filled her as she thought about Henry and his wild brand of sex!
Between the workout with the dildos, and the prospect of fucking Henry, Betty just couldn't do any work. She sat at her desk with her fingers on the typewriter keys, her thoughts a million miles away. The strange shapes of the dildos in her boss' collection came into her mind, and the way each of them felt in her cunt. The way Harry had used them on her confirmed the fact that he was some sort of sexual genius. Betty let her imagination loose, and thought about all the possibilities that she and Harry might eventually get into. Then her mind raced ahead to the coming evening, and the fun she was going to have with Henry.
This glut of lustful thinking made Betty's thighs wet with leaked love juice. She wiped her fingers through the drooling lips of her snatch and brought the fragrance of the juice to her nose. She breathed the fumes of her lust deeply into her lungs and, sticking her tongue out, tasted the juice. While she licked the slimy substance from her fingers, she slipped her other hand between her legs. Her fingers found her clitoris hard and throbbing with excitement, and she began to tickle the nob gently. As her canal leaked more and more juice, she rubbed her clit faster and harder. Pushing her chair back from the desk, she threw her legs up and spread them wide as she began to rub her boiling cunt with frantic energy. The odor of her twat filled the office with its passionate perfume.
When she had licked all the juice from the fingers that were in her mouth, she thrust them back into her flowing pussy. The middle and index fingers slipped into the vaginal canal, and her ring finger wiggled its way into the hot chamber of her ass. With both of her hands busy in her cunt, it didn't take long for her to feel an orgasm stirring in her belly. With her legs shaking uncontrollably on the desk, she was seized by a powerful rush of ecstatic lust. When she was able to sit still again, she held her funky fingers under her nose and enjoyed the pungent odors of the twin holes in her crotch for a long time.
That evening, Betty waited anxiously for Henry to show up. She tried to relax and read her magazines, but the thought that she would have one of the most exciting fuckers she knew in her apartment made her eager and restless. She had already changed her clothes several times, trying to kill time, and she was considering changing again. The tight jeans and sheer blouse that she was wearing were just right for Henry's tastes, so she didn't want to change again. As she looked out the window for his car, Betty thought she might have to jerk off again to relieve the lust that was driving her wild. Just as she reached for her cunt, his car came down the street. Betty felt every nerve in her body strain with the homy passion that waiting for Henry's hot prick caused in her. She ran over to the button that would unlock the door of the building for him. When he was on his way up, Betty opened the door of her apartment and stood in the middle of the room waiting for him.
She knew what turned Henry on, and she hoped she would be able to pull it off. Sometimes she wished she didn't have to play his weird game, but she always tried to be accommodating sexually for her friends. She would have to spring into action as soon as he came through the door, and her muscles tensed with anticipation. Henry appeared in the doorway with a wild expression on his face. He came into the room slowly, walking toward Betty as if he were stalking a wild animal. When he got within a few feet of her, she bolted to the side and ran behind the couch.
The chase was on! Henry ran after her and Betty ran into the bedroom. Henry was right on her heels as she ran over the bed and out into the living room again. As Henry chased her, he pulled off his clothing until he was running after her naked, his big, stiff cock bouncing in front of him. Betty wished he would catch her soon, but she knew that the longer she held out, the better the fuck would be. Finally he had her cornered in the kitchen. He crept up on her as Betty looked around for a way to escape. Just as Henry was about to leap on her, she tried to slip between his legs. She almost made it, but Henry managed to grab her by the ass. He lifted her up and put her on the kitchen table. As he sat on her to keep her from getting away, he unbuttoned her blouse. When her huge, soft tits were bared, he lowered his head to the quivering flesh and sucked one of her puckered, brown nipples into his mouth. As he sucked, Betty began to relax and stopped trying to get away. Without lifting his head from her tit, Henry unfastened her pants, and they both tugged the tight jeans down off her wide hips.
Henry jumped up and pulled the pants from her legs, leaving her with only her shoes, which Henry left on. When he had her nude, he jumped back on her and buried his face between her tits. Betty grabbed his thick prick in her hand and slid the skin of the shaft up and down over the hard rod within. Henry pulled his prick from her hand as he moved his body down toward her crotch. As he moved toward her passion pit, he ran his tongue down the middle of her belly until he felt the curly hair of her pubic goatee.
Burying his face in that hair, his tongue searched for the gash that was dripping the sweet juice he could smell. When his warm tongue met the hot lining of her pussy, and his saliva mixed with her lubricating cream, Betty arched her back in a fit of sexual fury. As his tongue licked the velvet flesh of her twat, Betty was, once again, in the grip of that ecstasy that she lived for. Henry nibbled on her clit and sipped the broth of her lust.
When Betty's body was trembling with orgasmic convulsions, Henry sucked her clit into his mouth and squeezed it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He held on to her clit until her body stopped its twitching and squirming, and then began to lick and suck the cunt again. Betty knew that she was in for a long bout of cunt lapping, and thinking about it made it even more exciting. Her gash flowed on as Henry gorged himself on the feast of pussy flesh.
When he had finally had his fill, he lifted his face from her crotch and lay down beside her on the table. Betty took his hand and led him into the bedroom. Being eaten on the kitchen table was exciting, but she preferred to do her eating in bed. She pushed Henry down in the middle of the bed. His fat cock stood up from his crotch and leaned toward his head. The tool twitched with every beat of his heart, and the bloated head waved through the air.
Betty crawled between his legs and snuggled up to his crotch. She cupped his balls in her hands- and kissed them gently. Sliding her tongue up the long shaft of his prick, she came to the pink head of his magnificent dong. As she licked the neck and head, the cock throbbed against her face with powerful pulses. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Betty managed to stuff the hot piece of meat between her lips. The cock head was so huge she really had a mouthful, and wasn't able to do much with it except run her tongue around the underside of the bulbous tip.
She wrapped her hands around the thick shaft and jerked the loose skin up and down with increasing speed. Betty prepared for the spurting flood that she knew was due any second. Henry was breathing in short, deep gasps, and the jism was coming to a boil within him. Betty felt the surge of cum as it shot through his shaft a split second before it filled her mouth. She began to gulp down the hot fluid that was discharging into her with explosive force. Betty swallowed every drop, and licked his prick clean before she lifted her head from his rod.
Betty lay down beside Henry, and they rested and waited for new inspiration. Betty had given him. a good chase, and it had paid off when he finally had his tongue in her. Henry was always a lot of fun, and Betty appreciated him. All of her fucking friends had their own special skill, and variety, Betty knew, was the spice of life. As she lay there with these thoughts in her mind, she felt something nudging her thigh. She looked down and saw Henry's big cock had once again grown to its full glory.
Betty reached down under her mattress and pulled out a tube of lubricating jelly and, without a word, handed it to her lover. She turned her back on him and spread her legs. Henry took the top from the tube and spread the smooth, round cheeks of her ass. The brown, pucked entrance to her rectum was exposed to the light of the room. He pressed the opening of the tube into the puckered target and squeezed the jelly into her asshole.
Sticking his finger into the hole, Henry found it slick with the cool jelly, and ready for his huge prick. He took his finger out and wiped it on the head of his cock. He pressed the fat cock head on the circle of puckered skin until it began to disappear into that funky chamber. Betty drew a deep breath as the big rod filled her ass. As Henry began to pump the stiff cock in and out of her steaming rectum, he reached around her hips and stuck his fingers into her flowing pussy. With his thumb on her clit and a few fingers in her vaginal canal, Henry was taking good care of her cunt at the same time that he was doing such nice work on her asshole. His fingers could feel his prick sliding back and forth in her ass through the thin wall that separated the two chambers.
With her ass and cunt filled with Henry's clever prick and fingers, Betty couldn't have been happier. The thumb on her clit was wiggling the hard nob with such skill that it wasn't long before Betty was shaking violently in the throes of an orgasm. She came before Henry, and it wasn't until her own orgasm subsided, that she felt her ass filling with his jism. The warm feeling in her ass made Betty want more immediately, even though the cock up her ass was getting soft. With the shrinking prick still in her, Betty took Henry's hand and put it back on her pussy.
Henry began the expert massage of her clit once again. Although it took a little longer this time, Betty was on her way to another orgasm. When it happened, her moaning and writhing excited Henry, and his cock, which was still in place in her ass, began to fill with blood until it was hard and long again. As soon as it was ready, he started the in and out motion that drove Betty wild. The two horny people kept on in this way until they were both exhausted and they fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
The next morning when Betty woke up, she found that she had overslept. The big chase with Henry the night before must have taken more energy than she thought. If she jumped out of bed immediately and got on her way as soon as possible, she would only be a few minutes late. With a little luck, she would be there before Harry. Betty ran through the apartment throwing her clothes on and getting ready.
When she got to the office and sat down at her desk, she found that she had beaten Harry there and no one would know that she was late. When her boss finally came in, Betty was busily typing away at a pile of letters that were on her desk. Harry said his usual good morning in his impersonal voice, and Betty answered his greeting with as much sexy warmth as she thought would be compatible with his coolness. Just before he went through the door to his office, he looked over at Betty with a slight smile on his face. Betty caught his glance in the corner of her eye, and her cunt twitched at the thought that it might mean that he had something in mind for her.
She didn't forget that look that Harry had shot at her, but by lunch time she hadn't seen him or heard his voice on the intercom. During lunch, Betty's thoughts were with her boss. She was unaware of the gossip that was going on all around her in the lunch room of the office building. Something gave her the feeling that she would be called into Harry's office before the day was over. Her mind raced with perverted thoughts and hopes.
That afternoon, Betty was worried that she had gotten her hopes up only to be disappointed. She was always optimistic, and things usually worked out for her, but this business with Harry was too weird to figure. Anything could happen, and she would just have to be patient and wait. There was no point in getting all worked up about him and then being disappointed. Besides, she thought, she was getting enough fucking and sucking without having to depend on that strange old man.
Just as she had put him out of her mind and was getting back to work, the intercom came to life with Harry's voice. He told her to come into his office! Betty didn't know if she was glad to hear this or not. Most likely, he just wanted to dictate a letter or talk about some office business,1 but Betty's cunt was already getting wet in hopeful anticipation. As always, she looked down at herself to make sure she was in top shape. Then she thrust her tits out and walked into his office.
When she sat down in front of her boss, her cunt began to flow more freely. Harry was giving her one of his slit-eyed stares, and that had always meant he was interested in her as a whore and not as a secretary.
"Do you remember when we tried out my collection of dildos, my dear?" Harry asked her.
Betty's body froze with lust as she realized her boss was getting around to proposing another weird sex game. "Yes, of course I remember," she said.
"Well, I have a new toy. Would you be interested in trying it out?" he asked with a note of lust in his voice.
"Sure, I'll try almost anything," Betty said truthfully.
"Wonderful," Harry said over and over as he got up from behind his desk, rubbing his hands together. He went to the door and locked it, something he hadn't bothered to do before. "Let's warm up a bit before we bring out the toys," he said.
He took Betty by the hand, led her over to the couch, and sat down beside her. He grabbed one of her huge tits and brought his mouth against hers. After a few preliminaries, he asked her to undress. While Betty peeled her clothing from her sexy body, Harry sat back and watched. When she was completely naked, she sat back down on the cool leather of the couch. Harry leaned over her horny body and covered her with kisses. Starting at her neck, he kissed his way past her heavy breasts-making sure to suck each hard nipple into his mouth-and down her belly. His tongue entered the pit of her belly button before licking its way toward her curly pubic patch. He combed his tongue through the hair on her mound and then traced the triangle with warm licks. Rather than eating her snatch at that time, he continued his kissing down the insides of her thighs and all the way to her pretty little feet.
Betty was in a state of frenzied lust by the time Harry had kissed his way to her cunt, and when he passed that twitching hole without giving her any satisfaction, she could have jumped on his face with uncontrollable passion if he weren't her boss. As she lay there in wild, horny lust, Harry stood up and began to undress. As soon as Betty realized what he was doing, she was grabbed by an even greater fit of passion. She was about to find out what all the mystery about her boss really meant! Was his cock going to be a bigger surprise than she imagined, or was all the gossip just the exaggeration of a bunch of horny women talking about their boss. The thought that she was about to find out, thrilled Betty to her very core!
Harry was unbuttoning his shirt, and as he pulled it from his shoulders, Betty couldn't quite believe what she saw. She sat there staring at him as he continued to undress. As Harry lowered his pants, Betty was still staring at his chest in disbelief. There, on his chest, were two small but pretty tits. By the time Betty began to understand what was happening, Harry was standing in front of her nude. Where she had expected a huge cock, there was no cock at all, but a triangle of curly hair, and Betty could see a trace of the pink gash through the black hairs.
"B-B-But Harry," she stammered.
"Call me Harriet, my dear," her boss said.
As her mind began to settle down to the facts, the whole thing began to make sense. The strange way he had eaten her cunt now seemed obvious; she thought she was being eaten by a man, but the technique had that subtle feminine quality that she hadn't recognized. The woman who stood before her was slim, with narrow hips and small breasts, but she was a good-looking, sexy lesbian! Harriet gave Betty time to figure out what had happened, and then sat down on the couch again. The two women threw their arms around each other and pulled their bodies tightly against one another's.
Against Betty's huge mass of tit flesh, Harriet's small breasts felt firm and nice. The nipples were hard as they pressed into Betty's soft jugs. Their tongues twined together as their feminine saliva mixed. Betty grabbed her boss' ass and ran her fingers down the smooth crack. Harriet put her hand over Betty's steaming pubic mound and held the cunt as it dripped its hot juice into her palm.
Harriet slid down Betty's body until her mouth was a few inches from Betty's steaming pussy. The lesbian rested her cheek on the warm patch of curly hair that covered the mound of Betty's box, and inhaled the pungent fragrance of sexual need that hung around that hot crotch. Harriet turned her head and pressed her tongue into the pink crack that was buried in the patch of hair. Betty gasped as she felt the long tongue of her perverted boss snake its way up her deep cunt pit.
Harriet gave the cunt she was wearing on her face a good tongue lashing. She did all the things to Betty's cunt that she loved to have done to her own cunt. Giving her cunt a rest, she attacked Betty's asshole with as much fervor as she had shown in all her other sexual exploits. She reached into her asshole as deeply as she could with the tip of her tongue, and wiggled it vigorously. When she put her tongue back into Betty's cunt, she filled the need in her ass with a skillful finger.
Soon, Betty was moaning with joy as an orgasm shot through her body. The force of the orgasm was almost too much for her to bear, and she thought she might pass out. Harriet was the most skillful cunt lapper that she had ever had the pleasure of having between her legs.
When Harriet felt that Betty had had enough, she sat back on the couch and opened her thighs in an invitation to her secretary. Betty was eager to show her boss that she was also a skillful lesbian, and she lowered her head into Harriet's crotch and began to work on her delicious pussy. The older woman squirmed and sighed as she held Betty's head tightly against her twat.
Betty's well-trained tongue licked the nob of her swollen clitoris, and then slid up the drooling canal of the perverted bitch's cunt. She tried her hardest to time each lick and jab of her tongue just right, to give her partner the most pleasure. As Harriet wrapped her thighs around Betty's head, Betty went to work on her clit, and brought her boss to a smashing orgasm. Harriet came with a wild thrashing of her arms and head, and a loud, desperate moan escaped from her gaping mouth.
Betty felt that she had repaid Harriet for her lapping with an equally good cunt-eating job, and she felt proud of herself. As soon as her lesbian boss caught her breath, she complimented Betty on her clever tongue.
"Now let me show you something really interesting," Harriet said.
She went over to her desk and opened the bottom drawer. When she pulled her hand from the drawer, Betty saw that she held a strange contraption with a lot of straps hanging from it. Harriet wrapped the straps around her waist and under her crotch, and Betty was amazed to see a long, thick cock standing out from Harriet's crotch. The weird dildo was complete with huge balls that hung below the fat shaft. The phony prick was an exact reproduction of the real thing. If it weren't for the straps that held it in place, Betty could have mistaken it for a real cock.
Harriet walked over to the couch where Betty sat watching her. As the woman walked across the room, the huge prick bobbed up and down. The thought of having this plastic prick shoved up her cunt made Betty pant in anticipation. Harriet lay down next to Betty and began kissing her passionately. Lifting her body over Betty's, she maneuvered the dildo to the soaking slot in Betty's cunt and, with a smooth but powerful thrust of her hips, sent the cock up her twat. The huge toy filled Betty's cunt with its perverted presence, and sent a quiver of thrilling lust through her body. Harriet moved her hips back and forth, sending the missile in and out of Betty's cunt.
Betty tried to reach around Harriet's hips and stick a finger up her ass, but the older woman's hips were pumping so fast and hard, Betty had trouble finding her asshole. She finally did find the puckered hole, and was able to stuff her finger in it. Betty could tell that Harriet liked the finger up her ass by the way she increased the tempo of her thrusts.
When Betty came, Harriet pulled the dildo from her cunt and took it off her hips. She handed the perverted toy to Betty, and told her to give it a try. Betty strapped the thing on and gave her boss a good fucking. It was a new experience for her, and she enjoyed it very much. When both of the horny bitches had had enough, they sat around talking about the perverted side of sex that they were interested in. Harriet didn't talk about her disguise, and Betty didn't ask her about it. She knew that the next time she saw her boss it would probably be as Harry again, but now that she was in on the secret, she could look forward to more of these strange sex encounters.
Before long, Betty was back behind her desk and playing secretary again. She was so happy to have finally gotten when she wanted from her new boss she could hardly contain herself. The whole scene kept repeating itself in her memory. It was all so strange, but wonderful! She couldn't wait until it was time to go home, because she was anxious to do something to celebrate.
Just before it was time to leave, her boss came out of the inner office. She was once again dressed in the business suit that Betty was used to seeing her in. It was "Mr. Clark" all over again.
"Good night, my dear, see you in the morning," Harry said. Before she disappeared out the door, she turned to Betty and gave her a wink and a smile. That was nice! Betty thought.
As Betty sped home that evening, she wondered what she could do to celebrate the good luck she had had that day. Driving down the road, the figure of a person standing at the side of the road could be seen in the distance. As she got closer, she could see that it was a young boy hitchhiking. He was tall and slim. When she pulled over, she noticed a large bulge in his jeans. What a way to celebrate! she thought as the boy climbed into the car.
