The overwhelming problems some people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under usual circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the football player who, under immense pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Betsy Dawson is one of these people, for her problem leads her to seek companionship and satisfaction in the arms of strangers, strangers who only wish to use her.
HOT WIFE, HORNY NEIGHBORS--the story of a young wife whose search for happiness takes her down a long road of abuse . and degradation. A novel about a society which too often ignores a person's cry for help.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Betsy Dawson lay naked on her bed at 11:30 in the morning, trying to figure out what had gone wrong with her marriage. She and her husband Tom had been so happy when they had first tied the knot; now they barely said two words to each other during the course of a day. Betsy was trying to recall the last time they had fucked, but it had been so long ago that she couldn't even remember.
A year earlier, she never would have believed that this would have been possible. The first few months of their marriage had been pure ecstasy, with Betsy and Tom spending practically all their free moments in bed; kissing, sucking, licking and fucking. Within days of their wedding each had explored every inch of the other's naked body, and they had tried every conceivable fucking position. But regardless of the way they chose to fuck, the result had always been the same: one thunderous orgasm after another.
A stab of pain shot through Betsy's heart as various images of the good old days flashed through her mind. She could still picture the look in Tom's eyes the first time he prepared to bury his gigantic cock in her cunt, and she could still remember the shock waves of pleasure that had charged through her body as each of his ten thick inches of cockmeat tore into her pussy.
That memory instantly dissolved into a recollection of curling up into a 69 position with Tom on their wedding night. She had never sucked cock before, but Tom was very patient as he showed her just how he wanted his pretty young wife to eat his prick. He instructed her to grab his cock at the base and squeeze it lightly so that the blood rushed to his cockhead, making it swell and throb. After that, he asked her to alternately kiss his prickhead very lightly and lick it gently, explaining that this soft, subtle approach built up his desire gradually, making it all the more exciting when she finally took his hard-on into her mouth.
Hearing his breathless voice as he told her what to do had gotten her so worked up, she had wanted to bite his cock right in two, but she waited until he finally told her to slip all of his swollen prick into her soft, panting mouth before unleashing her desire.
As soon as his cock had disappeared into her hungry mouth, Tom realized that she needed no further instruction in the art of sucking cock. Heaving a passionate sigh that would become reassuringly familiar to Betsy over the ensuing weeks, he settled back to give her cunt its first good licking. Separating her glistening pussyflaps with his forefingers, he snaked his tongue inside her fiery fuckhole and went right to work on her firm, rosy clit.
The sensation that Betsy had experienced at the exact instant when Tom's tongue first made contact with her clit was totally indescribable. She had had no idea of what it was like to be eaten out, and that, combined with the fact that she was preoccupied with sucking Tom's cock made for a totally unexpected explosion of pure delight. Never before had she felt anything quite like the electrical joy that surged through her body during that split-second, and never again would any experience equal that moment. There had been many times since then when Betsy's clit had received just as much stimulation, but they had lacked the element of surprise and discovery that had made that special moment so magic and precious.
Only minutes after Tom began licking her clit for the first time, Betsy discovered another experience that she found almost as pleasurable--having her husband come in her mouth. Inspired by Tom's assault on her pussy, she had taken almost his entire prickshaft down into her throat and was just starting to come up for air when, suddenly and without warning, his cock erupted inside her mouth, giving her her first taste of jizz.
Cum immediately became one of her favorite things to eat. She didn't particularly care for the musky taste, but just knowing that the warm, jelly-like liquid was being pumped directly from Tom's balls into her mouth made her want to swallow every gooey drop.
Discovering the joy of sucking Tom's cock while he ate her cunt had made Betsy anxious to experiment with other kinds of fucking as well. She eagerly took his prick up her ass, between her tits--any place it would fit. And although she enjoyed all the fucking positions, nothing could quite equal the pleasure of a good 69 position. She just loved 69 because, in addition to having her cunt as stimulated as it was during regular fucking, she could also see and taste Tom's cock at the same time.
She felt right at home with her head nestled between his muscular thighs, her right hand on his hard stomach, her left hand caressing his moist, gooey balls, and her mouth on his warm, meaty cockhead. She would have been perfectly content to live out her life with her face buried in her husband's crotch and his buried in hers.
But then Tom was made a foreman down at the plant, and things began to change. Whereas before, he had been satisfied working just enough hours to provide food for the table and a bed to fuck in, now he was taking the responsibilities of his job very seriously, and his interest in his home life began to drop.
At first, Betsy tried to be understanding. She wanted to fuck every night, but she realized that Tom couldn't always get it up after working fourteen hours a day. No big deal--it just made it that much more enjoyable on those occasions when Tom was able to fuck. But it soon got to the point where they were fucking only once a week, and Betsy began to worry. She tried to talk to Tom about it, but he just became moody and irritable, and that made the problem worse. Before too much longer, he had made his cock completely off limits to her.
Naturally, this rapid and complete change in Tom's attitude made Betsy wonder if he was getting a little pussy on the side. It just seemed impossible for a man with as big an appetite for pussy as Tom once had to become such a cold, hostile bastard in so short a time. There had to be some reason for it, and Betsy was sure he was fucking around with one of the secretaries or office girls at work. But she dared not ask him, partly because she didn't really want to know about it if he was cheating on her, and partly because she was a little afraid of him. He had such a quick temper that she feared he might do something rash if she pushed him too far.
Instead, Betsy chose to be patient. She figured if she became the kindest, sexiest, most gentle and loving wife in the world, Tom would eventually realize what a good thing he had in her. So she began pouring on the candlelight dinners, slinky nightgowns, and tender loving care. But Tom remained indifferent and distant.
But now Betsy could stand it no longer. After spending a restless night, she had awakened before Tom and had sat lusting after his body with a desire in her cunt that was not to be denied. Usually, he wore a pair of shorts to bed, but it had been so hot and humid that night, he had slept completely naked.
As Betsy gazed at his mammoth cock, her mouth literally began to water.
Very gently and quietly, she lowered her head to Tom's crotch, carefully pried his cock from between his thighs and slipped it into her mouth. For the first time in weeks, she was satisfied, if only for a fleeting moment.
Tom's prick just felt so warm and soft and pliable as she rolled it across her tongue. His prick rapidly began to stiffen, however, and as it did, Betsy began to get carried away. Her hungry, passionate sucking soon woke him up, and rather than being turned on as she had hoped, he was furious.
"What the... Jesus Christ! You horny little slut!" he had screamed at her. "Can't you keep your filthy lust in check and control yourself? The wife of an important foreman can't just go around sucking cock whenever she feels like it! Get the fuck away from me!"
After his outburst, Tom had dressed in silence and left the house without even saying good-by. Too depressed and upset to even leave the bed, Betsy had cried until no more tears would come. She was analyzing herself and her marriage as closely as possible, trying desperately to figure out what had gone wrong and if there was any way she could fix it. Did Tom no longer find her sexy? Had she really gone from being a beautiful young wife to a washed-up old maid in the space of a year?
In an effort to answer these questions, she finally crawled out of her bed and stood naked before the mirror. No, there was no doubt about it--she still had a fantastic body. Her long blonde hair was just as soft and shiny as ever, there wasn't a single wrinkle or bag on her angelic young face, and her stomach and thighs were as slim and attractive as they had been on her wedding day. In fact, if anything, she looked even better now than she had one year ago. She had been spending her tedious, uneventful afternoons sunbathing in the yard in a string bikini, and as a result, she now had u a fabulous golden tan to go with her fabulous golden hair. And the white outline around her large, round tits, silky, cornsilk cunthair, and smooth, shapely ass highlighted these areas and should have drawn Tom's attention to them.
Goddamn, he must have gone impotent or something, Betsy thought as she studied her eye-popping reflection. I mean, even I'm getting turned on looking at my body.
And she was. She shifted her feet slightly, and a shiver danced across her skin as the air wafted between her thighs and over her cuntlips. Her fingers were magnetically drawn to her pussy as she detected a faint hint of musk drifting up from her cunt. She slipped the middle and index fingers of her right hand into her mushy, red fuckhole and groped for her tiny, sensitive clit.
It wasn't hard to find. Her red-hot little clit was radiating powerful erotic signals that led her fingers right to it. An involuntary gasp rushed from her throat as she gently pinched her clit between her fingers. She rarely played with herself, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
While she massaged her cunt, she stuck her left thumb in her mouth, shut her eyes tight, and tried as hard as she could to form a clear mental image of Tom's stiff, pulsating cock. Her thumb was a piss-poor substitute for the real thing, though. Still, it had been so long since she had had any fucking, self-inflicted or otherwise, that she rapidly reached an orgasm.
"I NEED A FUCKING COCK!!" she cried aloud as her spasming pussy released a flood of hot, slippery cunt juice.
She staggered backwards, collapsed onto the bed, and spread her legs as far apart as possible, all the while slipping her fingers in and out of her cunt as fast as she could. She howled and roared like an animal as several weeks' worth of unrequited lust streamed out of her pussy in the form of cunt slime.
After several minutes, Betsy finally removed her hand from her cunt, and a feeling of warmth and relaxation instantly descended upon her panting, heaving body. For the first time in ages, she felt free of the tension and desire of lust, but she knew all too well that it was at best a momentary relief. As soon as she saw Tom that night, the longing in her heart and the ache in her pussy would return.
At the moment, Betsy began to seriously entertain a notion that had previously been restricted to her fantasies and daydreams. If Tom was going to persist in treating her so cruelly, she decided, then she was left little choice but to look outside her husband's bed for a cock.
Betsy had never even considered having an affair before, not only because she had been too deeply in love with Tom to want to cheat on him, but also because she had always thought girls who fucked around behind their husband's backs were sluts. But it was easy to judge someone when you didn't know what it was like to be in their shoes.
Now, there remained the small problem of deciding who to fuck. Betsy had had a lot of boyfriends in high school, but she and Tom had moved away from her hometown soon after their marriage, leaving her with no old lovers to call on. The only people she knew in her new town were other young couples whom she had met through Tom.
A couple of the guys were quite attractive, and Betsy was fairly certain she could get one of them to go down on her, but it would be foolish and risky to fuck around with one of Tom's friends. What she needed was someone outside of their limited circle of acquaintances.
Just then, the doorbell chimed downstairs, startling Betsy and causing her to leap up off the bed. She threw on her bathrobe and dashed into the bathroom to wash the pussy smell off her hands before hustling down to answer the door.
"Hiya, Mrs. Dawson. Hope I didn't wake you up."
It was Dick Bell, a high school senior who lived around the corner. Tom and Betsy had hired him the week before to mow the lawn during the summer. Yard work was the perfect job for him, as he was young, strong, and athletic--a real outdoor type.
"Oh, hello, Dick. No, you didn't wake me--I was up already."
"That's good. You did say to come by on Tuesday, didn't you?"
"Oh, sure--Tuesday's fine. The grass is really thick after all that rain last week."
Betsy's pussy began to throb as she surveyed Dick in his light summer clothes. He was wearing cut-off denim shorts and a tank-top tee shirt, which revealed a goodly portion of his lean, muscular frame.
"Well I suppose I'll get started before it gets too hot."
"Before what gets too hot?" Betsy asked, fearing for a fleeting instant that Dick had read her thoughts.
"Uh... the sun," Dick replied, slightly puzzled.
"Oh, of course!" Betsy answered with a sheepish laugh. "Yes, you go right ahead, and if there's anything you need, just ask!"
"Will do."
A devilish, lusty smile creased Betsy's face as she watched Dick bound down the front steps. She had found her man.
CHAPTER TWO
As soon as Dick had started his mower and begun cutting the grass, Betsy scrambled back upstairs, tore off her robe and jumped into the shower. As she cleaned herself up, her mind was racing well ahead of her body, plotting a strategy that would lure Dick up to her bedroom and in her cunt.
She barely knew him, but she felt certain that no healthy young man could resist her voluptuous body if it was presented to him on a platter. Still, she didn't want to come on too strong too fast for fear of scaring him off. For that reason, she decided to start off in the most sexy yet apparently innocent way imaginable--by sunbathing in her string bikini in an area where he would be sure to get a good view of her. That way, he would be turned on by getting an eyeful of her gorgeous body without being aware that she was coming on to him.
As she was slipping on her bikini bottom, Betsy was careful to leave it hanging low in the rear so that the top of her asscrack would be showing while she lay on her stomach. She also packed it tightly into her crotch so that her cuntlips would be clearly visible while she lay on her back. And just for good measure, she made sure a few cunt hairs were poking through the sides of the material. Satisfied that her appearance would guarantee an immediate hard-on for any man who laid eyes on her, she grabbed her towel and headed for the backyard.
Betsy acknowledged Dick's presence with a grin and a slight nod as she stepped out the back door of her house. But then she quickly affected an air of seeming indifference as she spread her towel out on a freshly cut strip of grass, slipped on her sunglasses, and lay down on her back. She acted as though she had chosen a spot purely at random, but she had carefully selected an area where Dick would easily be able to ogle her without turning his head to stare. She then spread her legs apart with her crotch facing directly towards him to ensure him a clear, unobstructed beaver shot.
Each time she heard the mower drawing near, her heart would begin to thump wildly in her chest as she tried to imagine the look on his face as he drooled over her barely concealed pussy. With the hot sun beating down on her golden-brown body and thoughts of fucking swirling through her mind, she was soon so horny that she was actually shaking. Her cunt felt as damp and mushy as a sponge, and she was certain that there was now a large wet spot on her bikini. That should make her crotch all the more appealing to the eyes of a virile high school senior.
Betsy was half hoping that Dick would be so overcome with lust that he would throw down the mower and dive right on top of her, but her imagination was getting carried away. After ten minutes or so, she heard the sound of the lawn mower's engine growing fainter, and opening her eyes, she saw that Dick had finished with the backyard and was now heading out front. At first, she was tempted to pick up her towel and follow him, but then she realized that that would be far too obvious. Still, she was certain he must have been turned on by her skimpy bikini, and she didn't want to allow him time to cool off. She had to think of another way to get his cock hard and make him vulnerable to her animal desires.
Betsy rolled over onto her stomach to give Dick another view of her when he returned, and as she reached back to make sure that the top of her ass was still visible, another idea occurred to her. An evil grin spread across her face as she concocted a scheme that was sure to make his eyes pop.
Pressing her tits against the ground, she reached back and unfastened her bikini top, allowing the straps to fall by her sides. Then she leaned forward, folded her hands underneath her chin, and shut her eyes. Nothing unusual about that--a lot of girls undid their tops while sunbathing in order to get a uniform tan on their backs. But Dick would get to see more than a bare back if all went as planned.
The ten minutes it took Dick to finish the lawn passed by unbelievably slowly for Betsy. Her cunt was burning with anticipation, and she couldn't wait to spring her little surprise on the unsuspecting high school kid. Then, finally, she heard the mower's engine cut out, with the resulting silence building her excitement to a fever pitch. She listened intently for Dick's approaching footsteps. Then, as she heard him drawing near, she allowed her mouth to drop open a little. She slowed her breathing and emitted a slight snoring sound, completing the illusion that she was asleep.
Betsy had difficulty keeping a smile off her face as she felt Dick's footsteps draw close and stop right beside her. It gave her a great deal of satisfaction when he hesitated for almost a minute before speaking. Apparently, he wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity to have a close-up view of the nearly naked sleeping beauty. Then, when he finally did speak, she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was really turned on.
"Uh... Mrs. Dawson?" he asked in a quiet, wavering voice.
Betsy remained perfectly still. Dick cleared his throat and spoke again in a loud, clear voice.
"All done, Mrs. Dawson!"
Betsy pretended to be startled and leaped up very suddenly, leaving her bikini top lying on the towel. Her firm, snowy-white tits bounced and jiggled plainly into Dick's view.
"What the hell's going on?! Oh, it's you Dick. Jeez, I'm awfully sorry--I must have dozed off."
Betsy rubbed her eyes and yawned, thrusting her imposing tits up at Dick as she did so. Then, pretending to notice for the first time that her bikini top had fallen off, she squealed lightly and wrapped her towel around her chest.
"Oh my God! Oh Christ, my tits! I'm so embarrassed!" she yelled with feigned surprise.
Dick's face flushed red with embarrassment and desire, and he turned his head away, thoroughly tongue-tied.
"Um... uh... don't worry, Mrs. Dawson. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have disturbed you."
"Oh nonsense, Dick! It wasn't your fault!" Betsy said with a slight laugh, her voice becoming more low-key. "I should know better than to flaunt my tits in public. Besides, I'm sure you didn't see anything that you haven't seen before!"
"Uh, well, Mrs. Dawson... "
"Oh, please--call me Betsy!"
"Uh... okay. Whatever you say. Well Betsy, you're right in one way--I didn't see anything I haven't seen before, but I have to add that I've never seen a set of tits quite as nice as yours!" Dick smiled sheepishly as he spoke and nervously kicked a clump of freshly-cut grass.
"Why thank you!" Betsy cooed. "Damn, Dick. That really made my day! I haven't had a great-looking guy like you compliment me on my tits in I don't know how long!"
"Aw Christ, I can't believe that, Betsy! Jesus, you look like a fucking centerfold lying there!"
"You really mean that?"
"You bet your picture-perfect ass I do!" Confident that she had gotten Dick hooked, Betsy decided to make a play to get him into the house.
"Hot damn, Dicky-boy--you'll have to come over more often! You're a real ego builder! Say, you look pretty thirsty. Why don't you come on in and let me get you something to drink?"
"Now that you mention it, I could use something cold!"
Betsy could barely contain herself as she led Dick into the house. She knew that within an hour, she would have the pleasure of his naked young body all to herself. She got them each a beer, and they sat down at the kitchen table to shoot the shit.
Betsy's mind wasn't really on the small talk, though. She was trying to figure out a way to let Dick know that she wanted to fuck him. Teasing was easy, but she felt a little uncomfortable about fitting the awkward suggestion that they go up to the bedroom into the conversation. Then, taking note of the heavy perspiration on Dick's brow, she hit upon a plan.
"God, you look mighty hot and uncomfortable, Dick! I tell you what--why don't you take a quick shower before you go home? I mean, I wouldn't want your mom to think I was some kinda slave driver!"
Dick hesitated momentarily before answering, and Betsy could tell exactly what was going through his mind. From the moment he had arrived that morning, he had wanted a piece of her ass, and now that it was becoming increasingly obvious that the feeling was mutual, he couldn't quite believe it.
"Oh for Christ's sake--I can wait until I get home!" he answered coyly.
"Well, you might as well just do it here! You'll feel better, and so will I!" Betsy persisted.
As Betsy spoke, Dick studied the movement of her soft, sensual lips, and the thought that that gorgeous little mouth might actually end up sucking his cock if he hung around was enough to convince him to stay.
"Okay, why not? I am pretty sweaty now that I think about it."
"You sure are! Tell me, are you so hot because of the sun or because of that little peek at my tits?"
Dick smiled and shrugged his shoulders, but did not answer.
"Well, no matter. Either way, a shower will do you good. Just let me run up and grab my nylons off the curtain rod, and the bathroom's all yours."
Betsy was lying. She had no stockings drying in the bathroom, but she did want to take something out--the towels. She raced up the stairs, gathered up all the towels in the bathroom, and took them into the bedroom. She was just stepping back into the hallway when Dick came up the stairs.
"Okay, Dick--there ya go! Bathroom's straight ahead!"
"Thanks, Mrs. Dawson, I mean Betsy. Jesus, you sure are a nice lady."
"That's what you think!" Betsy responded with a slight wink.
Betsy remained in the hallway after Dick entered the bathroom so she could hear him undressing. She became progressively more horny as she heard him removing each piece of clothing. Her cunt almost gushed at the sound of his bare feet stepping into the shower. She was nearly insane with lust and anticipation, and she was thankful that he took less than five minutes to shower. As she heard him shut the water off, she waited with bated breath and runny cunt for what was to come next. "Uh... Betsy?" Dick called hesitantly. "Yes?" Betsy replied casually, struggling to keep her voice from cracking with passion. "Can you tell me where the towels are?"
"Uh, just a second," Betsy answered, pausing to make her actions seem unplanned. "Oh yeah, they're in the bedroom. I didn't have time to put the laundry away. Hang on--I'll go get one."
Betsy hurried into the bedroom, grabbed a towel, and returned to the hallway.
"Okay, here ya go! One fresh, clean towel!"
The bathroom door opened a crack, and Dick reached out with his right hand. But rather than handing him the towel, Betsy retreated to the doorway of the bedroom. Dick waited several seconds before calling out again.
"You there, Betsy?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
Now thoroughly baffled, Dick peeked out the door to see what was going on.
"Well, are you gonna hand me that towel or not?" he asked with a nervous laugh.
"Uh-uh!" Betsy replied, a mischievous smile on her lips.
"Why the hell not? Aren't you gonna let me dry myself off?"
"Oh sure, you can dry yourself off. All you have to do is come and get the towel."
"Jesus Christ, you sure are a tease!" Dick laughed.
"Who's teasing?" Betsy responded. "After all, I think it's only fair. I mean, you got to see my tits earlier, so I think you owe me a look at your cock in return."
"Are you serious?"
"I sure as hell am! Come on, I'm a lonely housewife--I need a thrill."
Dick hesitated for a long while, unable to believe that such a beautiful woman was actually begging him to show her his cock. Then, covering his rapidly rising prick with his hands, he slowly stepped from behind the door and into the hallway.
"Hmmm--nice!" Betsy drooled. "You have a very well-made body, kid! But with your hands over your cock, I can't see the one piece of equipment that matters the most!"
"God, you really want to see my balls, don't you?"
"You bet! Your balls and your cock both!"
"Well, okay, but only on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You have to let me see your cunt, too," Dick said lustily, joining Betsy in her game of tease.
Betsy laughed. "Well that sounds like an even deal to me!"
She unfolded the towel and stuck one end in her mouth so that it hung down in front of her. Taking care not to reveal anything too soon, she slipped off her bikini bottom, then held the towel out in front of her waist.
"Okay, kid. All you have to do to see my pussy is grab the towel out of my hands. Of course, to do that, you'll have to take your hands off your cock!"
Dick and Betsy were now both trembling with excitement. After a lengthy pause, he finally removed his tightly cupped hands from his prick, stood up straight, and snatched the towel away from her.
"Satisfied?" Dick asked as he began drying his hair. Although not quite as long as Tom's, his cock was at least as thick and perfectly shaped. It stuck straight out from his crotch, almost as if it were pointing at her bare pussy.
"Beautiful!" Betsy whispered reverently. "Now I know why your parents named you Dick!"
"Well from what I can see, your parents should have called you Cunt!" Dick replied.
Betsy slowly reached out her hand and wrapped her long, thin fingers around the middle of Dick's prick. His cock instantly twitched at her gentle touch, and a drop of thick, clear pre-cum seeped out of the slit in his full, mushroom-shaped prick head.
Betsy instinctively sank to her knees, stuck out her tongue, and carefully lapped up the bead of sticky pre-cum. A long ribbon of it stretched between her tongue and his piss-hole, and she had to smack her lips to break it.
"Fuck it--I can dry off later! Let's go into the bedroom!" Dick gasped.
Betsy nodded in agreement and rose to her feet. She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Since she was walking slightly ahead of him, he had a perfect view of her velvety-smooth, perfectly rounded ass, and being a real ass fan, he really liked what he saw.
"Jesus, what an ass!" he growled. "If you really want to make me happy, how about kneeling on the floor and laying across the bed?"
"What are you gonna do?" Betsy asked, her interest and her passion equally aroused.
"You'll see. Just bend over the foot of the bed."
Betsy eagerly did as she was told, not quite certain what to expect. She relaxed her ass cheeks in the event that Dick decided to shove his cock up her asshole, but he had other ideas. He crouched on the floor directly behind her, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and slowly began massaging and kissing her delectable ass flesh.
For such a strong and rugged kid, he had a surprisingly soft and gentle touch. Betsy really appreciated his technique. She heaved a sigh of approval as a shiver of delight ran from her asscheeks up her spine and back again.
"You surprise me, Dick. I wouldn't have figured you as the ass-kissing type!" she teased.
"Oh, you bet I am! I love chewing on a nice ass, and you've got just about the nicest one I've ever tasted, or even seen, for that matter. Boy, earlier today, when I finished the lawn and came back and saw you lying on your stomach, it was all I could do to keep from taking a bite out of one of your ass cheeks, bikini and all!"
"Well you should have! Why the hell do you think I was wearing such a skimpy outfit?"
Betsy giggled.
"You mean you planned to come on to me all along? Damn, why didn't you just come right out and say so! I would've agreed to fuck you in a minute!"
"Well, I think the chase is half the fun!" Betsy replied. "Now stop talking and start EATING!!"
And Dick did just that. He was now inflamed with such a passionate craving for Betsy's assflesh that he was sucking whole mouthfuls of her ass cheeks into his mouth at once, then twisting and biting, leaving her ass spotted with strawberry-red hickies. She writhed and growled with satisfaction and joy.
When he had finally gotten his fill of assmeat, Dick went to work on her asshole. He began by slowly running his tongue up and down the length of her asscrack, gradually increasing his penetration by spreading her ass cheeks with his hands until at last he was tracing the rim of her tightly drawn asshole with the tip of his tongue.
Betsy flinched as she felt Dick's warm, wet tongue invading the private domain of her shitter. The idea of one human being putting his mouth on another human being's asshole repulsed her a little, but he didn't object. Just knowing that she was making a young boy happy was satisfaction enough. She dutifully churned her hips back and forth, impaling her taut, rubbery asshole on his tongue. But after several minutes of this, her gaping, drooling pussy was begging to get into the action, too.
"Oh please, Dick! Eat my cunt instead! Lick it, please!"
"Okay, little lady! If it's a cunt-licking you want, it's a cunt-licking you'll get!"
With that, Dick maneuvered his head from Betsy's ass down to her cunt, licking and slurping as he went. He twisted his body around while she crawled farther up onto the bed. He was now sitting on the floor with his head resting on the end of the bed, and she was spread-eagled directly over his face.
He could feel warm streams of pussy juice trickling down over his cheeks as he slipped his tongue into the moist red envelope of her cunt. He swished his tongue back and forth through her well-lubricated pussy with little resistance, until the tip of his tongue touched something hard. It was her clit. Betsy's whole body contracted violently the instant his tongue made contact with her sensitive little clit, and she cried out in ecstasy.
"Oh yes, Dick!! Lick my clit!! Stir my cunt with your tongue!"
Dick obliged happily. He began rapidly twirling his tongue in a short, tight circle with the tip pivoting directly on her clit. This drove her absolutely wild with delight, and before long, her pussy was expanding and contracting around his tongue in orgasmic fury as a climax slammed into her senses with the force of a locomotive.
"Eat me! Eat my cunt!" she roared between clenched teeth as she ground her exploding cunt into Dick's face.
A flood of cunt juice burst from deep within her cunt and cascaded down into his mouth.
After her thunderous orgasm had dissipated, and he had lapped up the last of her cunt, she scrambled off of his face, turned around on her hands, and collapsed onto the bed. He lay down beside her and spread his legs.
"Hey, don't go crashing out on me," he cautioned. "You still have to return the favor, ya know."
"Oh, don't worry!" Betsy assured him. "I'm just catching my breath so I can get a fresh start. You wouldn't want a half-assed blow job, would you?"
She slowly reached between Dick's thighs and began stroking the velvety underside of his rock-hard prick with the back of her hand. Then she withdrew her hand momentarily, turned it palm up, and raised it so that his balls were resting on the center. She lifted her hand until his ball sac went slack, then released it and let his balls drop back down, almost as if she were weighing them.
"Beautiful, beautiful cock," Betsy whispered.
"Well how about sucking my beautiful cock?" Dick urged, his heated desire making impatient.
"Okay, kid--here goes!"
She bent down her head and started kissing Dick's hard, bronzed stomach, working her lips in circles around his belly-button and slowly moving downward. At the same time, she ran the fingers of her left hand through his thick, wiry pubic hair. At long last, she reached his prick. Taking a deep breath and tilting his pulsating hard-on at just the right angle, she slipped his swollen, spongy cockhead into her sexy little mouth.
"AHHHH!!!" Dick sighed, leaning back onto a pillow.
The view he had of Betsy as she was going down on his prick was exceptionally stimulating. She was curled up on the bed beside him with her legs tucked underneath her, giving him a good look at her finely tanned back and bare, white ass. Both her ass cheeks were covered with red splotches, visible reminders that only moments earlier Dick has sucked her ass. But now it was her turn to do the eating, and her long blonde hair danced merrily across his brawny thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his stiff, cum-filled prick.
A year as Tom's wife had given her plenty of experience at sucking cock, and as a result, she was now very skilled at giving head. She rhythmically stroked the lower half of Dick's prickshaft with her left hand while her soft, moist lips skimmed rapidly up and down over the top half. Meanwhile, her tongue had completely smothered his throbbing purple cockhead, guaranteeing maximum stimulation.
It wasn't long before Dick's cock was ready to spurt cum, but rather than simply lying back and enjoying the sensation of climaxing in Betsy's mouth, he grabbed her pistoning head and asked her to stop.
"WHOA! I think that's enough!"
"What's the matter?" Betsy asked, puzzled. "If you keep that up much longer, you're gonna get a mouthful of jizz."
"Isn't that the general idea?"
"You mean you want me to come in your mouth?"
"Sure!"
"Shit... I don't know about that."
"Are you telling me you've never had a blow job before?"
"Well, my girlfriend has sucked my cock lots of times, but always just to get me going. I generally save my jism for her cunt."
"You can fuck my pussy, too! But let me swallow a little cum first!"
"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't think I can pop my rocks twice in one fuck session."
"Bullshit! You're not giving yourself enough credit! Jesus Christ, I can't believe you've never gotten off more than once at a time before!" Betsy cried incredulously. "Well, we'll just have to change that! Now just lie back, relax, and enjoy your first real blow job, and we'll worry about my cunt later!"
"Well... okay, if you insist!" Dick answered gleefully.
Having the opportunity to come in a girl's mouth was actually a secret wish come true for Dick. He had always longed to let his cock explode in his girlfriend's mouth, but she wouldn't hear of it. She had always insisted that swallowing cum was a disgusting thing for a girl to do, and he had just assumed that most women felt the same way. But now, his cock was firmly planted between the lips of a beautiful young woman who actually wanted to swallow his jizz. His heart beat wildly with excitement and anticipation as she resumed her methodical cock-sucking.
Soon, he felt the pressure in his balls building to the critical point, and cum began swelling inside his prick. He began thrusting his hips upward, working against Betsy's relentlessly bobbing head for maximum friction and stimulation. Her head was turned to the side now, and he could see the fire in her eyes as she urgently coaxed the cum up from his nuts.
Dick just couldn't believe what was happening. Here was this incredibly beautiful young woman whom he barely knew, giving him his first opportunity to experience the joy of coming in a woman's mouth. In just a few seconds, he would be climaxing. Five, four, three, two, one, ZERO!
All hell broke loose in Dick's body as his creamy, molten jism rushed into Betsy's mouth. He let out a long, sustained wail of total release and shoved her head farther down onto his erupting prick until her nose was buried in his ball sac. Never before in his life had anything felt so incredibly, wonderfully, dangerously good.
"My cum! Swallow! Swallow every fucking drop!"
Betsy was enjoying the experience almost as much as he was. It had been so long since she had last swallowed cum that she had almost forgotten how it tasted. She eagerly choked down his entire load of jizz, struggling to keep the hot, thick spunk from sticking in her throat. She panicked momentarily when he forced her to take all of his prick into her mouth, but the brief pang of fear only heightened the delightful chaos in her already overloaded senses. It certainly was nice to be sucking cock again.
After Betsy blew Dick, the two of them fucked in the usual cock-in-cunt fashion, but it was somewhat anti-climactic compared to the thrill they had shared over Dick's first real blow job. Still, it was important because it proved to the boy that he was capable of having two climaxes in one fuck session.
It wasn't easy, as he was forced to overcome a mental block he had about fucking twice in a row, but Betsy was a good coach. She kept her mouth on his cock long after it was drained of jizz, and slowly but surely, just as she had promised, his prick began to grow hard again.
Once Dick had achieved another hard-on, he quickly slipped his cock into Betsy's warm, silky cunt where it stayed stiff as a pipe. For fifteen minutes, he slowly and rhythmically slipped his cock in and out of her pussy, just relaxing and enjoying the warmth of having her soft, naked body pressed so close to his.
Then, when his strength and lust began to return, he picked up the fucking pace, fucking faster and penetrating deeper until at last his huge cock again swelled with cum and frantically disgorged fiery jism into her hot, saturated pussy.
Betsy didn't mind in the least that it took Dick so long to reach a climax. Having a big, hard prick boring relentlessly into her cunt for a solid half hour suited her just fine, as it enabled her to achieve a half-dozen orgasms of her own.
Her husband was a notoriously quick comer, and she delighted in the opportunity to experience a sustained feeling of hot, throbbing prickmeat within her pussy over a lengthy period of time. She was thoroughly exhausted by the time the boy finally plucked his wilted cock from her wet, sloppy cunt.
"Same time next week?" Dick asked with a smile as he pulled on his clothes.
"If not sooner!" Betsy replied with a wink. "After all, you know how fast the grass grows back at this time of year."
"The grass ain't the only thing that grows back fast around here!" Dick laughed, feeling his cock stiffen again in his shorts.
CHAPTER THREE
As it turned out, Betsy had been right on the money in her suspicion that Tom was getting a little cunt on the side down at work. In fact, at the exact moment that Dick had been coming in her mouth, Tom was also getting his cock sucked.
The girl doing the sucking was an inventory clerk by the name of Kristi Smith. She had been hired in Tom's department six months earlier when the company was ordered to start giving as many jobs to women as men. For the past two months, Kristi and Tom had been sneaking away to an abandoned boiler room during their lunch hour to fuck.
As much as he had loved Betsy, and as pretty as his young wife was, it wasn't surprising that Tom had fallen into an affair with Kristi Smith. She was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She had gorgeous, shiny red hair, incredibly soft, smooth skin, and mysterious, deep-blue eyes. No man could keep his cock from stirring when he was the object of Kristi Smith's suggestive smile.
And her body was so perfectly constructed and proportioned. Even in her drab, company- issued overalls, it was obvious she had a substantial set of tits and a firm, tightly packed ass. No matter what she wore, it automatically conformed to her gorgeous figure. She just couldn't look anything less than sensational.
Like every other man at the plant, Tom had lusted after and fantasized about Kristi from the moment he first laid eyes on her. Being a happily married man, he never had any real intention of trying to make his fantasies become reality, but when he suddenly found himself the object of her aggressive attentions one afternoon, it was impossible for him to resist the forbidden fruit of her sweet, honey cunt.
And once he had tasted her pussy, he was hooked. Each morning at work, he could hardly contain himself until lunchtime when Kristi's beautiful, naked body would again be his to fuck and suck.
That afternoon's lunch break had begun like every other lunch break during the previous eight weeks. Kristi and Tom would discreetly head off in different directions as soon as the whistle blew. Then, when they were sure they weren't being watched, they would sneak down to the boiler room for their secret fuck. After a breathless hello and a long, passionate kiss, the two private lovers watched each other wordlessly as they removed their clothes.
And on that afternoon, as he had been on all the others, Tom was amazed all over again at Kristi's beauty. His cock threatened to split at the seams with pure desire as he saw her huge, exquisite tits pop free from beneath her bra and her dense but delicate forest of copper- colored pussy hair burst forth from behind her skimpy, powder-blue panties.
Tom sat down on the makeshift bed constructed from several boxes and strips of foam rubber, and Kristi wiggled over and melted into his lap. He couldn't believe how warm and lovely her ass felt as it pressed against his thighs.
"I love you, Tom. I've never met any other man who could satisfy my savage desires the way you can!" Kristi panted as she draped her arms across his shoulders and began nibbling on his earlobe.
Tom brushed his rough, bristly cheek against Kristi's velvety-smooth one and turned his head until their lips met. He gripped her in a vise-like hug, pressing his lips hard against hers, plunging his tongue inside her sultry mouth, allowing it to intertwine with hers. He almost always lost all control of himself when she was in his arms. She was so incredibly gorgeous and alluring that he wanted to just completely smother her with his masculinity.
"Oh God, I love you!" Tom wheezed as he pulled his mouth away from hers and went to work on her sleek, delectable neck. "I didn't think any woman could be so soft and warm and beautiful!"
Soon he had worked his way down to her tits--her most sensitive and erotic area outside of her pussy. He pursed his lips around her right nipple and sucked it passionately. She moaned softly in appreciation.
"Ooooh, yes.! Suck my nipples, Tom! Oh, you do it so well!" she whispered. It was necessary for them to keep their voices down in case someone happened to be passing by the boiler room.
Tom continued his exploration of Kristi's tits for a full five minutes, alternately sucking her nipples as hard as he could and licking them ever so gently. He kissed every square inch of her tender, ripe tit-mounds, and periodically, he would run his tongue from the underside of her tit all the way up through her cleavage to the base of her neck.
"I don't think there's anything in the world I would rather do than kiss your tits!" Tom moaned breathlessly, and he meant it.
But the limitations placed on the two horny co-workers by their hour-long lunch break forced him to move on. He snaked his tongue down across her pure alabaster stomach until he came to the scented, auburn-colored triangle of her cunt hair. He raised his head up slightly, swallowed hard, and spread her creamy thighs with his powerful hands. Then, taking a deep breath, he dove face-first into her pussy and began eating her cunt out.
"Oh, God! Oh, your tongue feels so good in my cunt!!" Kristi cried, her voice stifled by passion.
Tom knew every trick in the book when it came to eating pussy, and he always pulled out all the stops once he got his tongue inside Kristi's cunt. He pressed his lips together tightly, shoved them down between her cuntflaps, then spread them apart while darting out his tongue. This was his favorite technique--French kissing her pussy, concentrating on her red-hot clit.
He would lightly tickle her fleshy clit for a long while, using just the tip of his tongue. Then, without warning, he would suddenly tighten up the muscles in his tongue and spear her raw, exposed clit as hard as he could. This never failed to drive her wild with ecstasy, and today was no exception.
"Ahhh! Oooh! Eee-uhh!" she yipped and squealed in hushed tones, fighting to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs.
After coming up to catch his breath, Tom decided to go to work mopping up the excess pussy lubricant that had drooled and sprayed all over Kristi's crotch. He ran his tongue around the edges of her glistening cuntlips, along the insides of her quaking thighs, and down to her asshole, lapping up every drop of fuck oil.
"The afternoon always passes a little easier if you eat a good lunch!" he joked, smacking his lips.
"In that case, I'd better eat something too!" Kristi answered.
She lifted her legs into the air, arched her back, and turned herself around, pivoting on her tailbone. Now she could suck Tom's cock while he continued licking her cunt. She grasped his hot, hard prick in her hand and studied it intently before putting it into her mouth.
Her gaze fell on his hairy, wrinkled ball sac and tracked upward, following the intricate network of tiny blue veins which criss-crossed all around the underside of his erect prickshaft.
Feeling the heat radiating from Tom's throbbing cock, Kristi was amazed that some people still considered cocksucking an unnatural act. To her, the impulse to take a hot, stiff prick into her mouth was not only perfectly natural, but downright irresistible. She slipped his warm cockhead into her mouth and settled back into a nice, comfortable 69 position, the most intimate arrangement two lovers can assume.
Kristi shut her eyes and heaved a contented sigh as her tongue instinctively began exploring the familiar contours of Tom's tasty cockhead. She undulated her lips up and down on his prick below his prick-knob, her lips brushing against the fleshy ridge of the crown. The tip of her tongue darted all across the surface of his cockhead, opening the slit in the end and tracing it down to the groove on the underside.
"Shit, that feels great, babe!" Tom gasped, the breath rushing out of his lungs as a surge of excitement shot through his body.
Kristi couldn't agree more. She wished they had more than an hour to spend together fucking each day. That would allow her to suck him off, then get fucked in the cunt and up the ass as well. But as things now stood, she had to make a choice as to where she would take Tom's cum.
His cock certainly felt warm and delicious as it raced in and out of her mouth, and she was really tempted to leave it in there until he came, but her pussy was just too hot and randy on that particular afternoon to be denied. She slowed the pace of her cock sucking before Tom got carried away, then contented herself with licking his cock and balls while he stirred her cunt up to the desired level of stimulation with his tongue.
"Goddamn, you're good!" Kristi moaned. "Every day, my pussy is surprised all over again at just how good you can make it feel with that wonderful tongue of yours!"
Tom answered by pinching her clit lightly between his front teeth.
"OH, YEAH--DO THAT!!" Kristi whined loudly, forgetting for a moment where she was.
Then, like a baby who needs a pacifier to keep from crying, she decided to put something in her mouth to restrain her impassioned whimpering. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and lifted her head until both of Tom's balls were in her mouth. The hairs on his ball sac tickled the insides of her mouth as she pressed her lips closed on the loose, rubbery skin. His balls felt like the soft, mushy insides of toasted marshmallows as she rolled them around on her tongue.
Kristi had slowly been building to a climax from the moment Tom had inserted his tongue into her cunt, and when he nibbled her clit again, it shoved her over the edge and into the delightful abyss of orgasm. She spat out his balls so she could be free to wail and moan her approval.
"I'M COMING! OH GOD, I'M COMING! OH YES TOM, EAT MY CUNT! BRING ME OFF WITH YOUR TONGUE!!"
As a rule, once Kristi had her first orgasm, she just kept coming. Tom had learned this from experience, and he moved fast in order to take full advantage of her chain-reaction climaxes. He leaped up off the bed, spun around, and crawled back on again, grabbing his pulsating prick in his hand and positioning himself between her thighs.
"Hang on, baby! I'm gonna stick that lovely pussy of yours with my big, hot cock!"
"Do it darling! Bury your prick in my pussy! I want it all, and I want it now!"
So Tom gave it to her. He carefully guided his cockhead between her two thick, wet cuntlips, then, when he was sure his cock was safely in place, he slammed it home with a powerful thrust of his hips, burying all ten inches of his hefty prickshaft into her yawning, drooling pussy. There was an audible slap as his balls smacked against the bare area of skin between her asshole and her cunt.
Kristi went wild. In a split-second, the whole of Tom's solid cockshaft had streaked across the surface of her sizzling clit, touching off an instant climax. An involuntary shriek escaped from her throat, and even with her teeth tightly clenched, it could easily have been heard by anyone who happened to be near the boiler room.
"EEEAAAHHHOOO!" But by this time, she and Tom no longer cared how much noise they made. They were riding the crest of a tidal wave of passion. He slipped his hands underneath her armpits and up across her back, cradling her in his arms and holding on as tightly as he could in preparation for the fuck of his life.
And that's exactly what Kristi gave him. She was bucking and roaring like a trapped animal, madly flailing her arms about and raking her long, sharp fingernails across his firm, muscular back, leaving deep, red furrows.
But Tom was oblivious to the pain. All his powers of concentration were directed to pumping his cock in and out of her silky, sultry cunt, over and over and over again.
There was a loud squelching sound similar to the sound of a foot stepping into a boot full of water each time Tom's cock bored into her cunt. But both this and the sound of his balls slapping into her crotch were impossible to hear over the grunts and groans the passion- crazed fuckers were making. No whispering of sweet nothings for these two. Their exchanges sounded more like a hog-calling contest as animal lust got the better of them: Still another explosive orgasm erupted deep inside Kristi's tender cunt-hole, and the shock waves of ecstasy reverberated throughout her entire body. She thrashed her head wildly from side to side, causing her long red hair to dance around.
She opened her mouth to cry out in delight, but no sound came. Raw, pure physical pleasure had momentarily robbed her of the power of speech. She gazed up at Tom in a wild-eyed frenzy, and when he saw the look of total abandon and release in her crystal-blue eyes, he, too, reached a thunderous climax.
His hairy chest rubbed against Kristi's hard nipples, and her left index finger bored into his asshole. The intense look in her eyes, her dancing hair--all these erotic sensations converged at the same instant, conspiring to make his cock shoot its load of boiling jism, but the moment his jism started spurting, every other sensation vanished.
He could feel nothing but the release of the tension that rushed out of his body with his fiery cum. Now he, too, could no longer speak as the electricity and ecstasy and sizzled through each nerve of his body paralyzed his vocal cords.
The boiler room was now strangely quiet as Kristi and Tom shuddered and sweated through simultaneous climaxes. The only sound was the slurping and squelching of his cock as it slushed in and out of her cum-filled pussy. But despite this curious silence, there was a loud ringing in his ears, and his vision seemed to dim, almost as if the tremendous overload he was experiencing in his burning, tingling, spasming cock had drained power from the rest of his body.
He almost lost consciousness as the last jet of his creamy cum spurted into her cunt. But even if he had passed out, she wouldn't have noticed. She had already fainted.
Tom collapsed into a panting, heaving heap on top of Kristi. He realized he was probably crushing her with the dead weight of his completely spent body, but he was powerless to move. His thoroughly drained muscles refused to respond to his commands. His heart was thumping against his chest like a jackhammer, and beneath him, he could feel Kristi's heart pounding at the same furious pace.
Eventually Kristi came to, dreamily opened her eyes, and placed a soft, gentle kiss on Tom's lips.
"You were utterly magnificent today," she whispered in a weary, contented voice. "No cock ever did a better job of stirring up my pussy. I can't remember the last time I passed out from fucking."
"You weren't too bad yourself," Tom answered in a classic understatement. "Personally, I've never passed out from fucking, but I came awfully damn close today. Where the hell did you get that dynamite pussy of yours, anyway?"
"Probably the same place you got your dynamite cock."
The two tired lovers then held each other in tender silence until the shrill blast of the one o'clock whistle brought them back to reality. To most of the employees at the plant, the whistle simply meant that their lunch break was over, but to Kristi and Tom, it meant something entirely different. It meant that they would now have to wait twenty-three hours before they could fuck again.
* * *
Betsy and Tom were both conspicuously overdressed when they went to bed that night. In addition to his usual pair of shorts, Tom was wearing a flannel shirt in order to hide the scratches that Kristi had dug into his back during their lunchtime fuck. Betsy, on the other hand, wore panties as well as her usual nightshirt so that the telltale marks of passion Dick had left on her asscheeks with his hungry mouth would not show.
Since each was equally guilty, neither questioned the other about the additional nightwear. In fact, they said nothing to each other at all. It was another hot, muggy night, and they were uncomfortably warm with their extra clothes on. But when they got into bed, the atmosphere was unmistakably cold and icy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Betsy didn't even bother getting up with Tom the next morning. There was no reason to, really. She had nothing whatsoever to say to him, and in light of their fight the previous morning and the fuck with Dick Bell that followed, she would have felt awkward speaking to him.
Betsy finally did arise around ten o'clock, and as the cobwebs began to clear during her morning coffee, she realized that she had very mixed feelings about what had happened between her and Dick. On the one hand, having an affair behind her husband's back went against everything she believed in. But on the other hand, Tom had been treating her so miserably of late that for all practical purposes, they had ceased to be man and wife. Under those circumstances, she certainly had every right to fuck around. And above all else, she couldn't deny that she had loved every minute that she had spent fucking Dick. Just thinking about his virile body made her cunt start to run.
Still, she had the uneasy feeling that she was playing with fire. At first, Dick had seemed the logical choice for a casual quick-fuck-in-the- afternoon affair. He was merely an acquaintance and not a close friend, and since he was several years younger than she, no one would suspect anything.
But it was this very difference in their ages that was causing her to have second thoughts about the whole situation. Being a young, volatile adolescent, he might overreact if she suddenly called a halt to their affair after a few weeks, and if he decided to seek vengeance by going to Tom and blabbing about it...
Betsy shuddered at the thought. Draining her coffee cup, she decided she would explain to Dick the next time she saw him that she had simply lost her head on that one occasion, and that there was no way they could continue fucking.
JO Just then, the phone in the kitchen rang, startling her and causing her to drop her cup into the sink with a clatter. She rarely got phone calls during the day, and a momentary irrational fear that Tom had already found out about her and Dick and was calling her up to give her hell, descended upon her as she started for the phone. She hesitated briefly, but then, realizing that her guilty conscience was getting the better of her, she went ahead and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hi! How's that sweet little ass of yours today?"
Thinking it was an obscene call, Betsy grew angry and prepared to slam down the phone. "How dare you speak to me like that? Who the hell are you, anyway?" she barked.
"Uh... it's me, Dick. Dick Bell."
"Oh, Dick! Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you like that, but I didn't recognize your voice, and... well, your remarks kind of threw me."
"Sorry. I guess I did come on a little strong. But I remembered that your ass looked pretty red and sore yesterday after I had finished chewing on it, and I was just wondering how it felt today."
"Oh, fine! Just fine!" Betsy replied with a self-conscious laugh.
Hearing Dick make a reference to the previous day's fucking made her heart beat faster with desire, and she suddenly wanted to see him again. Thinking about telling him that it was over between them was one thing, but actually going ahead and telling him was something else again.
"So, uh... did you husband say anything about the hickies I left on your ass?"
"No, I kept them covered so he couldn't see them. He didn't say a word about it, or about anything else for that matter," Betsy answered with a touch of pain in her voice. The truth hurt. "So, why else did you call me this morning? Surely you didn't just want to ask me how my ass was?"
"No, not really. Well, I know your grass doesn't need cutting again just yet, but I was wondering if maybe there was some other yard work that needed to be done."
"Yard work? Like what?" Betsy responded coyly. Outwardly, she played it cool, but inside, her body was burning with the realization that he wanted to fuck her again just as much as she wanted to fuck him.
"Well, I thought you might have some shrubs and hedges that needed trimming," Dick said with a chuckle.
"Shrubs and hedges?" Betsy repeated, fearing for a second that Dick might really want to do more yard work rather than fuck her.
"Yeah. I mean, I can think of one bush of yours in particular that I'd really like to work on, if you know what I'm saying!"
So Betsy had been right the first time--he did want to fuck her. All she had to do now was say the word, and he would be at her house in a second, ready to fuck her. Her head was advising her to tell him that she couldn't see him anymore, but her cunt was begging her to invite him over. Her cunt won out.
"Aha! I figured you must have had some ulterior motive for calling me!" Betsy chirped. "All you really want to do is get fucked again, huh?"
"Don't you? I mean, you sure seemed to enjoy going down on my cock yesterday!"
"Okay, I'll admit it. You're one well-hung kid, and you really know how to put all that cock meat to good use."
"So how about it? You want me to put my prick to good use on your mouth again today?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I haven't had any breakfast yet, and a big, juicy cock does sound awfully appealing to me this morning! Sure, come on over, and I'll blow you?"
"I'll be right there! God, my cock's already as hard as a rock!"
"I'll leave the front door unlocked. Just come on in when you get here, and I'll meet you in the bedroom. I'll be waiting for you and your cock with an open mouth!"
"Hot damn, I can hardly wait!"
After hanging up the phone, Betsy immediately raced up to the bedroom to wait for Dick. All the rational arguments she had made about not fucking him had gone right out the window, completely overruled by her animal instincts and her hot, raw lust.
A trickle of pussy juice ran down her inner thighs as she tore off her nightclothes and sprawled naked on the bed. She was so worked up with desire that she couldn't even wait for Dick to arrive before satisfying the dull, throbbing ache in her cunt. She slipped a couple of fingers into her warm pussy and played with her clit while mentally sucking the boy off. She was approaching a self-inflicted orgasm when she heard the front door opening downstairs.
She immediately plucked her fingers from her cunt, saving her first climax for Dick. Sweat was dripping down her neck, and her heart was beating wildly in anticipation as the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs reached her ears. The footsteps stopped just outside her bedroom door.
"You in there Betsy?" Dick called from the hallway.
"Yessir! Ready, willing, and able to suck your cock!"
"Okay! Now open your mouth and close your eyes, and you will get a big surprise!"
Betsy did as she was told. She leaned back onto a pillow, shut her eyes, and opened her mouth. Her head was tilted at a perfect angle to allow his cockhead to fit right down into her throat. She also spread her legs to give him a good look at her rich, red pussymeat as soon as he walked in the door.
"You got your eyes closed?" Dick asked.
"Uh-huh!" Betsy answered with some difficulty. Her mouth was watering so much in anticipation of his cock that it was sending a large load of saliva cascading down into her throat, making it hard for her to talk.
"Okay, here I come!" Dick called gleefully. "Now keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them!"
Betsy's body was trembling with desire as she felt a pair of knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her torso. The expectation and anticipation were almost unbearable as she heard the sound of gym shorts and underwear being pulled down. But finally, she recognized the hot, familiar presence of a throbbing cockhead inside her mouth. She couldn't actually feel or taste his prick just yet, as her mouth was still wide open, but she could sense its presence by the warm, masculine aura radiating from its surface.
"Okay, you can close your mouth now, but keep your eyes shut," Dick whispered.
Betsy did so eagerly. Dick's cockhead felt a little smaller than she remembered, but it was still wonderfully spongy and delicious. She could taste the pre-cum which had already oozed out his piss-hole.
"Feel nice?" Dick whispered into Betsy's ear.
Betsy nodded.
"Of course, that's really not too surprising, is it?"
Betsy shook her head no.
"I didn't think so. But if you want to see something that really is surprising, just open your eyes."
Betsy slowly raised her eyelids, and she certainly did get a big surprise. The boy whose cock she was sucking was not Dick, but a young blond kid she had never seen before. Dick was standing beside the bed with a big grin on his face. Totally shocked and unnerved, she spat out the stranger's cock and shoved him away from her.
"What the fuck kind of stunt are you trying to pull?" she screamed at Dick. The smile disappeared from his face in a hurry.
"Oh, come off it, Betsy!" he responded, a touch of contempt in his voice. "We both know you're just looking for a cock--any cock--so why do you care who it happens to be hung on? I mean, you barely knew me yesterday when you dragged me into your bedroom, and you seemed pretty anxious to suck my prick again today. So what's wrong with me bringing along my friend, Jeff? I thought you'd be happy to have two cocks to fuck instead of just one!"
Betsy was too amazed to answer right away, mainly because what Dick was saying made a lot of sense. She hadn't been terribly discreet or discriminating in he search for a cock to replace Tom's, and since she was only after a no-strings attached fuck, she should have been happy to fuck two young studs. After all, a pair of cocks meant double the gratification she was seeking in the first place.
"Jesus Dick, I dunno," she replied at last. "It's just that... well, the idea of a three- way fuck always struck me as being kinda kinky."
"Oh, kinky-schminky!" Dick scoffed. "Don't let petty, old-fashioned hang-ups get in the way of a good fuck! Just look at Jeff's prick! It's almost as big as mine! And with your eyes shut, you couldn't tell the difference anyway, so what's the problem?"
Betsy had to admit that there really was no problem. Dick was right--she did find the idea of fucking two cocks awfully appealing. Jeff was an exceptionally handsome young man, and he looked really great with his pants down. He was resting on his haunches beside her on the bed, gazing down at her with an inviting smile and a gleam in his eye that suggested he would indeed be a terrific fuck. His cock was still hard, and it was sticking straight out from his crotch toward her face, just inches away.
"What the fuck! Why not fuck two guys at once?" Betsy laughed, giving in to Dick's persuasive arguments and her own powerful desire for cock. "Pleased to meet you, Jeff!" She grasped Jeff's rigid prick as if she were shaking hands.
"Oh, believe me--the pleasure's all mine!" Jeff answered as Betsy slipped his cockhead back into her mouth.
The crouching position she had assumed in order to go down on Jeff left her ass protruding straight out behind her, leaving her vulnerable to a rear-end assault. That's exactly what Dick had in mind. After removing his clothes, he scrambled up onto the bed behind her and began licking her soft, smooth asscheeks, just as he had done the day before. And also as he had done the day before, he reamed out her asshole with his tongue. But he didn't stop there. He proceeded to ream out her asshole with his cock.
Betsy was so engrossed in sucking Jeff's prick that she barely felt Dick's tongue as it darted in and out of her taut, puckered asshole. But it was a different story with his cock. He plunged his prick into her asshole without any warning, shocking her and almost making her bite Jeff's cock in two.
The initial sensation she experienced was one of excruciating pain as her cramped, narrow shit passage strained to accommodate its unexpected guest. But once Dick's beefy cock was snugly implanted in her asshole, the feeling of pain gave way to one of exhilaration.
For the first time in her life, Betsy had cocks in two fuckholes at the same time, and she loved it. But strangely enough, the one opening left unfilled was her pussy. Dick soon took care of that, though. Using his hips to propel his prick in and out of her asshole, he reached down in front of her with his right hand and slipped his thumb and forefinger into her warm, tender pussy. He immediately located her hard, distended clit and gave it a squeeze.
She responded with a flinch and a groan. Her voice had a low, muffled quality because her mouth was full of cock.
"There ya go, Betsy! We've plugged all your fuck holes!" Dick laughed. "See, I told you she was woman enough to handle two cocks at once!"
Jeff just smiled a contented smile and winked. Looking down, he beheld one of the most stimulating and erotic sights a young man could hope to see--his cock racing in and out of a gorgeous, completely naked blonde girl's mouth. Sucking cock was enough in itself to turn Betsy into a slavering, drooling animal, but sucking one cock while another was burrowing into her asshole drove her absolutely crazy with lust. She decided to save the first orgasm for Dick. Hot streams of syrupy pussy juice burst from her cunt and completely covered his hand as it continued to stimulate her clit.
Rather than diminishing her tremendous sexual energy, her first climax actually increased the pace of her frantic sucking. She had hit her stride now. Lunging forward, she would take all of Jeff's slender prickshaft into her mouth, allowing his meaty cockhead to slip right into her throat. Then, as she came off his prick, she would rear backwards with her entire body, impaling her asshole on Dick's pistoning cock. That way, she was constantly receiving the maximum stimulation. This gymnastic fucking had the entire bed shaking and creaking under the strain.
Jeff could stand it no longer--he just had to come. Feeling the jism in his cock reaching the boiling point, he grabbed Betsy's head with both hands and began shoving it up and down even faster on his scorching prick. And then finally he came for the first time in weeks. Huge globs of molten cum exploded into her mouth and cascaded down her throat. A flood of his heavy jism flowed across her tongue, instantly filling her mouth to capacity.
"SWALLOW MY CUM, YOU COCKSUCKER!" Jeff roared.
Betsy was trying frantically to do just that, but too much thick, hot jism had rushed into her mouth all at once, and she simply couldn't swallow it all fast enough. A mixture of cum and spit streamed out of the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. "Keep sucking! Keep sucking! Eat my fucking cock!" Jeff shrieked as the last of his jizz squirted into Betsy's overflowing mouth.
Seeing his friend shooting his wad down at the other end of Betsy's bucking, shuddering body made Dick do the same thing.
"Get ready, cunt! I'm gonna come right up your ass!!" he hollered, and then he did just that.
Betsy's cramped little asshole could just barely accommodate Dick's cock, so when his hot, fleshy prick swelled with a load of cum, it stretched her shitter almost to the breaking point.
A surge of painful pleasure jolted Betsy's senses, and she curled her lips over her front teeth and bit down had on Jeff's wilting prick. Once Dick's cock started coming, however, the danger of her asshole tearing open passed, and his warm, slippery jism soothed her aching ass canal like a balm or ointment.
Inspired by the presence of cum in fuckholes at either end of her body, she reached another climax, completing the chain reaction of thunderous orgasms. Both Jeff and Dick had spent their loads of jizz and were preparing to pull out, but she wouldn't allow them to remove their cocks until she had finished coming as well.
After grabbing Dick's hand to ensure that he left it in her gushing pussy, she put both her hands on Jeff's asscheeks and shoved his crotch hard against her face, keeping his entire prick firmly implanted in her mouth.
At the same time, she flexed her ass muscles and pinched her shithole closed around Dick's cock, trapping it inside. She held both boys prisoner in this fashion until the grunting, drooling, groaning convulsion of her climax had passed.
Jeff and Dick immediately collapsed onto the bed as soon as Betsy finally spat out and shit out their cocks. She was amused that she had completely drained two guys at once while she herself was still hungry for action.
"Jesus Christ, what a couple of fucking wimps!" she needled them. "You guys act like you've just returned from an all-night orgy! One little orgasm, and you're floored! I've had two already, and I'm just getting started!"
"Goddamn, Dick, you weren't kidding when you said she loved cock!" Jeff panted. His shrunken prickshaft was strawberry-red and the head was bright purple, courtesy of Betsy's maniacal cock sucking.
"Well, after yesterday, I knew she liked to fuck, but I didn't realize she liked it this much! Shit, if I had known she was such a fucking animal, I would have brought Dan, Tony, and Bill along, too!"
"You should have!" Betsy pitched in, flattered by the boys' compliments. "I mean, you guys obviously can't handle me, but I'd be willing to settle for quantity instead of quality!"
"Oh, is that so?" Jeff said. "Well it just so happens that all us guys will be meeting at Dick's cottage on the lake this Friday for a little party! If you wanna put your pussy where your mouth is, why don't you come up and join us?"
"Uh... damn, I dunno," Betsy stammered, feeling a little embarrassed now that she was being asked to carry out her boast. "I don't think my husband would let me go out alone on a Friday night."
"Who said anything about night? We're gonna be heading for the lake before noon. You can come up for a couple of hours and still get back before your husband gets home."
"You think so?"
"Sure!" Dick answered, joining Jeff in his efforts to persuade Betsy to attend the orgy. "You really should come, Betsy. There'll be lots of beer, and plenty of guys who'll be just dying to fuck a great-looking chick like you!" Betsy's pulse quickened at the thought of a gang of tanned, athletic young men fighting over her body. It went against her better judgement, but her insatiable appetite for fresh cock made her agree to attend.
"Okay, guys, count me and my hungry cunt in!"
"Great!"
"Well, Jeff, now that I've agreed to put my pussy where my mouth is, why don't you do me a little favor, and put your mouth where my pussy is!"
"With pleasure!"
CHAPTER FIVE
After spending an absolutely wonderful Wednesday afternoon fucking Dick and Jeff, Betsy couldn't wait for Friday to come. With two guys fucking her, she had reached orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like to have five or six fresh, cum-filled cocks to work with. She damn sure wanted to find out, though.
All day Thursday she was in a trance, constantly daydreaming about the next day when she would be able to fuck all of Dick's hot, homy friends at once. It was an effort for her to put on her usual depressed face when Tom was around, but it was necessary that she do so so as not to arouse his suspicions.
At last Friday morning arrived, and after arranging to borrow Tom's car with the excuse that she needed to do some shopping, she was home free. She gassed up the car and set off on the fifteen-mile drive to the lake, her cunt already hot and runny in anticipation of what was to come.
Even with Dick's directions, Betsy had a little difficulty finding the cottage. It was at the end of a bumpy dirt road, far removed from the more populated section of the lake.
We should have plenty of privacy here! Betsy thought to herself as she pulled up beside Dick's souped-up Camaro and parked. She could hear laughter and the thud of a powerful stereo system coming from the other side of the cottage. She got out of the car and began a nervous, self-conscious walk down to the cottage.
Coming around the side, she saw a half- dozen guys in the dock area. Half of them were in the water swimming and splashing around, and half of them were sitting on the dock around a keg of beer, drinking. Betsy was a little surprised that there were no other girls present. She recognized one of the drinkers as Dick, and as he stood to get a refill, he spotted her coming down the path.
"Betsy! Hey, all right! We were beginning to think you weren't gonna show!"
"Silly boy--I always keep my word! Besides, I wouldn't have missed this for anything!"
"Yeah, I shoulda realized that, knowing what a horny cunt you are! Here, have a beer, and I'll introduce you to the rest of the guys." Betsy gratefully accepted the glass Dick handed her and took a long, slow drink. The beer tasted good and cold.
"Okay, listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna give you this once. These two guys sitting here are Dan and Tony, and those assholes out in the lake are Bill, Dave, and of course, you know Jeff."
They were all tanned and well-built, and Dick and Jeff must already have told them a lot about Wednesday afternoon's fucking and sucking activities.
"Hey, Betsy, how's your asshole?" one yelled.
"Whose cum tastes better--Jeff's or Dick's?" shouted another.
Turning red with embarrassment, Betsy stood close by Dick and asked in a low voice why there were no other girls at the party.
"Didn't you guys bring your girlfriends along?"
"Fuck no! They'd shit if they knew we were fucking around with you!"
"But you said this was gonna be an orgy! It looks more like you're planning a gang-bang to me!
"Well that's basically what you wanted, wasn't it? Hey, relax! You came up here to have fun, remember?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But I'm still a little uptight. I've never fucked a bunch of strangers before!"
"Look, don't worry! They're all okay guys, and there's not a cock under seven inches in the bunch!"
Betsy quickly finished her beer and grabbed another. If she was going to make it through the party, she had to lower her inhibitions somewhat. She downed the second beer as rapidly as the first, refilled her glass, and sat down on the dock to shoot the shit with Dick, Dan, and Tony.
Within a few minutes, she began to feel more at ease. Dan and Tony seemed nice enough, and she was enjoying the small talk so much that she almost forgot that her main reason for coming to the lake was to serve as the community fuck.
But Jeff, Bill, and Dave hadn't forgotten. They were getting a little impatient and were anxious to get the orgy rolling.
"Hey, Betsy, how about showing us a little skin?" Jeff called.
"Yeah, I wanna see if your ass looks as nice as they say it does!" Bill chimed in.
Betsy had never been a very big drinker, and that, combined with the fact that she hadn't eaten anything all day, caused the three quick beers she had drunk to go right to her head. She rose unsteadily to her feet, now elated to be the center of attention.
"So you guys wanna see a little skin, huh?"
"You bet your ass! Why the fuck do you think we asked you to come up here today?"
"Okay! If it's skin you want, it's skin you'll get!"
With that, she launched into a very sexy and erotic strip-tease, gyrating and contorting her body in time to the sensual beat of the record on the stereo. She wasn't wearing much to start with--just a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a sweater over her string bikini. But she removed the four pieces of clothing so slowly and seductively that the effect was truly devastating.
Initially, the boys whooped and hollered, egging her on, but gradually, silence prevailed except for the pounding beat of the music. The six teenagers ogled her as if they were in a trance, their eyes bugging out, their mouths hanging open, and their cocks standing straight up.
The first thing Betsy removed was her sweater. She wiggled her hips and slowly moved in a circle, unbuttoning a button on her sweater for each point of the compass. As each guy came into her direct line of vision, she would stare him down with her deep blue eyes and lick her lips suggestively. They all got the message.
Once all the buttons on her sweater had been loosened, she slowly peeled it off, one side at a time, gradually revealing her bare shoulders. She then shimmied back and forth until the sweater slipped down onto the dock. This shimmying also caused her ample tits to bounce and shake around like a couple of water balloons within her straining bikini top.
Betsy's shorts went next. Dan happened to be sitting closest to her, so she stepped up to within inches of his face, unbuttoned her shorts, and slowly lowered the zipper right in front of his eyes. He was hoping to see the blonde tuft of her cunt hair sprout from behind the zipper, but he had to settle instead for a close up of her purple bikini bottom.
Knowing that Dick and Tony were sitting directly behind her, Betsy began gyrating her hips in big, wide circles as she lowered her shorts, thrusting her firm, tight ass right into their faces. When her shorts dropped to the dock around her feet, she removed her left foot, then suddenly kicked them out into the water, where they were caught by a gawking Dave.
All that separated Betsy from total nudity in the presence of the six appreciative males now were a few skimpy pieces of strategically placed nylon. No surprises were left. Everyone knew what was coming, but they were still dying to see it.
Betsy continued her sensuous bobbing and weaving for another five minutes to build the tension to the desired level, bending way down to allow the guys to see most, but not all, of her tits, and repeatedly shooting them a shot of her barely concealed cunt. Then, finally, she slithered up to Dick and indicated that she wanted him to untie her bikini top at the back. He did so with trembling hands.
Everyone expected Betsy to continued her tease by slowly lowering her top, but she surprised them by letting it drop down onto the dock as soon as Dick loosened the knot. She could almost hear their cocks straining in their shorts as they beheld the spectacle of her full white tits bouncing freely in the bright summer sunshine.
Saving the best for last, Betsy slipped her thumbs inside her bikini bottom and very slowly slid it down off her gyrating hips and over her churning thighs. From the back, Dick, Dan, and Tony could see her smooth, shapely asscheeks gradually becoming visible as her bikini bottom seemed to melt away, while in the lake, Jeff, Bill, and Dave drooled at the sight of her lush blonde cunt bush bursting into view.
Even though she was now completely naked, Betsy still didn't stop dancing. She twisted and pirouetted around the dock until the record stopped, letting it all hang out and strutting her stuff.
Turning her back to the boys on the dock, she slowly bent over from the waist, keeping her legs locked and wiggling her snowy white asscheeks right in their faces. Her ass cheeks quivered and shook like a jelly. She leaned down far enough to gaze back between her legs at the spellbound teens and flash them a wink and a smile. It was a stunning portrait--a beautiful young face and a waterfall of blonde hair framed by two firm, meaty thighs, a jiggling ass, and a raw, hairy cuntmound.
But Betsy didn't limit her show to the three landlubbers. Standing back up and snapping her shiny, golden hair behind her like a whip, she began furiously shaking her tits from side to side while crouching down into a deep knee bend. As she sank to the dock, she also spread her legs, exposing her bare pussy to the three young men standing transfixed in the water. When she finally reached a crouching position, she leaned back and assumed a posture like a limbo dancer, which allowed Jeff, Dave, and Bill to see right inside her rich, ripe, glistening, gaping cunt.
At this point, Dave could stand the role of mere spectator no longer. Once he had seen Betsy's dripping, beckoning pussy, he just had to participate.
"Fuck swimming, I wanna eat some pussy!" he yelled, climbing out of the water and touching off a small stampede.
Betsy's brilliantly executed strip-tease had succeeded in working the six young boys' lust up to a fever pitch. They scrambled madly around the dock, pulling off their clothes and fighting to stick their cocks into one of her available fuckholes.
"I'm gonna shove my cock right down her throat!" declared Tony.
"You can have her mouth, man! I wanna fuck that juicy cunt!" Bill answered.
"Not till I've finished eating it out!" countered Dave.
At the center of all this commotion, Betsy lay perfectly still and surprisingly composed. The boys' reaction was everything she had hoped it would be and more. Six good friends were actually ready to kill each other over the right to be the first one to fuck her. The slight glow from the beer combined with the anticipation of an all-out assault on her body to make her higher than she had ever been before in her life.
Since Dick was the first guy undressed, he had the first crack at her, opting to make her suck him off.
"Shit, my cock's getting to feel right at home in your mouth these days!" he rasped, slipping his soft, bulbous cockhead between her lips.
She tilted her head back and eagerly sucked the whole of Dick's thick, pulsing prick into her mouth, undulating her lips up and down on his smooth, supple cock shaft while licking the veiny underside with her tongue.
Just then, she felt a pair of strong hands gripping her thighs and a wet, hot tongue gliding inside her equally hot, wet pussy. With her head tipped back to suck Dick's cock, she couldn't see who was eating her cunt out. It was Dave, making good his word. He was the perfect one to do a muff dive, as he had the longest and most agile tongue in the group. The tip of his tongue snaked effortlessly down into the depths of her fiery, musky pussy, probing her satiny inner cuntwalls and lapping up her potent cunt juice. After going as far into her swampy pussy as he could, he slowly withdrew his worming tongue and went to work sucking her hard, erect clit.
By this time, Tony and Dan had positioned themselves on either side of her sultry, alluring body and were hungrily sucking the firm, brown nipples of her well-stacked tits. Having both her nipples stimulated at the same time was a new experience for her, and she loved it. She had trouble concentrating on this exciting new feeling, however, as Dick's fucking cock and Dave's slithering tongue were also vying for attention.
And while dozens of exhilarating sensations were assaulting her, poor Jeff and Bill were doing their damndest just to get a piece of her squirming body.
"Hey, come on, you guys! At least let me cop a feel somewhere!" Jeff begged.
But his plea fell on deaf ears. His friends were too wrapped up in feasting in one way or another on Betsy's naked body to care about anything else. After trying in vain for several minutes to grab a piece of the fuck action, Jeff and Bill decided to sit on the sidelines and chug-a-lug beer until they got their turn.
Soon, a loud wail was heard over the slurps and groans emanating from the writhing mass of bare flesh. It was Dick reaching a climax in Betsy's mouth.
"Here I come, Betsy!!" he cried. "Get ready for a bellyful of jizz!"
His cock was stuffed right up to the balls in Betsy's mouth, his prick head wedged in her throat. And when his cock knob expanded just before the first spurt of jizz, it almost cut off her air supply. Fear gripped her momentarily, but it instantly passed when his bloated purple cock head contracted again, sending a mixture of fresh air and fresh cum rushing down her throat.
"Blow me!! Suck my cock! Fuck me with your mouth!" Dick bellowed, cramming his spurting prick way down her throat. She swallowed hard, feeling the hot, sluggish cum settling down into her stomach.
The warm feeling this produced as the three other boy's tongues attacked her tits and cunt, stirred her senses into a frenzy, triggering an orgasm. Her cunt spraying a hot, oily flood of pussy juice into Dave's face.
A powerful rush of orgasmic delight descended upon her, driving her crazy with lust and a desire to be fucked for eternity. As soon as she had swallowed the last dregs of Dick's cum, she spat out his cock and begged for another.
"Somebody--anybody--give me a cock to suck! Oh Christ, I love sucking prick! And you down at my cunt--quit licking and start fucking!"
While Dave crawled up between Betsy's thighs and prepared to fuck her with his fat, stiff, nine-inch prick, Bill leaped into action and replaced the exhausted Dick as the recipient of Betsy's crazed cocksucking.
"Here ya go--another fresh, hard cock all charged up and ready to be sucked!" Bill growled as he knelt above Betsy's head and lowered his prick into her trembling, panting mouth.
Just as Bill was sliding his prick into Betsy's mouth, Dave was inserting the swollen head of his cock into her yawning cuntmouth. He stuck his prick in only an inch or two at first, using his hand to guide his cocktip up and down the length of the hot, slippery envelope formed by her two thick cuntlips. Then he located her tough, protruding clit and began slapping it with his cockhead.
Another orgasm erupted deep within the depths of Betsy's cunt, sending a geyser of clear, hot fuck juice splashing onto Dave's pulsating prickshaft. Taking advantage of the stream of pussy lubricant that had doused his prick, he lunged forward with his hips, plunging his bloated prick all the way into her convulsing cunt with one hard, swift stroke.
Betsy was now so worked up with burning passion that she no longer knew nor cared where she was. The only surroundings she was aware of were the four hot, horny bodies which were smothering her bare flesh with stimulation and lust.
She pursed her lips around Bill's tasty, bite sized cockhead and sucked it as hard as she could, shoving Dan's and Tony's heads down hard onto her swollen, passion-inflamed tits. She lunged upward with her hips, churning and grinding Dave's knifing prick into the walls of her humid, mushy pussy.
Dick and Jeff stood by the beer keg and watched this spectacle with awe. Jeff's cock was twitching and throbbing, ready to spurt cum just from the sight of Betsy's bucking, writhing body, and even though he had just poured an entire load of jizz down Betsy's throat, Dick felt his cock beginning to stiffen again.
"Damn, have you ever seen such a horny fucking bitch in your life?" Dick asked in wonder.
"No way! I swear her cunt is constantly in heat!" Jeff replied in a passion-strangled voice. "How was that blow job she just gave you, anyway?"
"The best! She gives incredible head! She really loves to suck cock! And you know how most girls don't really like to swallow your wad? Well she likes to drink your cum just as much as you like to pour it down her throat!"
Bill was just about to find that out. Since he had been one the verge of coming from the moment Betsy had taken off all her clothes, it didn't take long for him to reach an orgasm once he got his swollen cock inside her greedy mouth. He tried to warn her that he was ready to pop his rocks, but his climax arrived with the sudden intensity of a lightning bolt, jolting him so hard that his speech became an unintelligible roar.
"OH GOD, I'M GONNA... AAAHHH- EEEUUUGGGHHHHH!" The first few spurts of cum rocketed out of his exploding prick and shot straight down Betsy's throat. Then the muscular contractions of his climaxing cock weakened somewhat, allowing his boiling jizz to spill into her mouth and across her tongue so she could taste it before swallowing.
Meanwhile, down at Betsy's pussy, Dave had assumed a push-up position while he fucked her squishy, molten cunt so that his head and shoulders wouldn't interfere with Dan and Tony's titsucking. He could feel her warm, slippery cunt lining stretching and conforming to the shape of his plunging cock with each powerful fuck-thrust. It was a feeling that would make him come in short order.
Raising his head slightly and gazing over Dan and Tony, Dave could see the muscles in Betsy's throat working furiously as she swallowed Bill's creamy load of jism. He could also see the lust-contorted look on his friend's face and hear his grunts and groans of release. It was enough to open the valve in his balls and let his cum flood into his straining prick, He launched his jizz into her radiant, inviting pussy.
"WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOUR MOUTH IS GOOD FOR YOUR CUNT!" Dave bellowed as his fiery cum splashed down into the depths of her gaping pussy.
Betsy couldn't agree more. She kept the last few squirts of Bill's cum in her mouth, squishing it back and forth from cheek to cheek, savoring the heavy taste and the slippery consistency. Knowing that another load of jizz was being pumped into her burning, sensitive pussy at the same instant filled her with rapture.
After Bill and Dave had finished dropping their loads of jizz into Betsy's mouth and cunt, that left Dan, Tony, and Jeff as the three unfucked studs. Tony eagerly got into position to have his cock sucked while Dan scrambled between Betsy's thighs. It appeared Jeff was going to be left out in the cold, but he stopped his friends before they had their cocks stuffed into Betsy's two available fuckholes and offered a suggestion.
"Whoa! Wait a second, guys. I got an idea! Why doesn't Betsy fuck Dan from the top? That way I can fuck her up the asshole, and her mouth would still be free to blow Tony!"
Everyone involved agreed it was a good idea, with Betsy being the most enthusiastic of all.
"Yeah, let's do it! I love fucking from the top, and although I've never fucked three cocks at once before, I'm sure I'll love that too!"
Betsy peeled herself up off the dock, leaving a sweaty outline of her naked body on the weather-beaten wood. Dan lay down on his back where she had been lying, and she crawled back over him on all fours. Jeff and Tony positioned themselves at either end of her body and waited for her to impale her cunt on Dan's rigid cock before joining in.
"Jesus Christ, this is gonna be something!" Dick said, handing beers to the two other boys who had already been fucked. "I've never seen a chick take cocks in all three fuck holes at once before!"
"Really!" Bill replied. "We should hang a sign on her that says no vacancy!"
They all laughed and settled down with their beers as if they were preparing to watch the Game of the Week.
Betsy had a little difficulty mounting Dan from the top. She tried several times to lower her cunt down onto his meaty prick, but his spongy prickhead kept sliding off her glistening pussyflaps, and his whole cock seemed to squirm away, smacking back against his firm, flat stomach. Finally, the boy held his cock straight up with his hand until she was able to fit his prick head between her cuntlips and shove his shaft into her soft, pliable cunt sleeve.
Once Dan's cock was firmly implanted in her cunt, he lay back and pressed his legs together while she spread her knees apart, allowing Jeff plenty of room to maneuver from the rear.
"Are you ready to take my cock up your ass?" Jeff asked after giving Betsy and Dan a minute or so to establish the bumping, grinding rhythm of their fucking.
"Yeah, shove your cock into my asshole! I wanna feel prick meat in both fuckholes!" Betsy gasped.
Carefully straddling Dan's legs, Jeff sank to his knees, put his right hand on Betsy's tailbone, grabbed his pulsating cock with his left hand, and timed her bucking ass to determine when to make his move. Finally, he was able to poke the head of his cock between her supple asscheeks and align it with the puckered brown star of her asshole. He left his cockhead there for a few seconds, rocking back and forth to keep it in place while she churned her hips in an up-and-down fucking motion. Then, just as she was raising her ass back up after smothering Dan's cock with her cunt, he slammed his prick into her asshole with one vicious lunge, making her scream out in pain.
"OH SHIT, THAT HURTS! BUT I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!" she roared.
Jeff had buried his big cock so far into Betsy's rubbery, constricted asshole that he had trouble pulling it back out. He flopped forward onto her back and rode her like a bucking, fucking bronco as she continued jamming her searing cunt onto Dan's massive, fleshy cock. so Finally, Jeff was able to work half of his prick free from the confines of her shitter, and he began plunging it back into her tight little asshole as she raised her hips, pulling it out again as she began her descent back onto Dan's cock.
Betsy loved the sensation produced by a couple of potent cocks boring into her asshole and her cunt simultaneously. The thin membrane which separated these two tender, sensitive fuckholes was constantly stretching and tingling under the advance of a throbbing cockhead. An unrelenting tide of pleasure spread from her super-stimulated crotch area throughout her entire body, sizzling every nerve with ecstasy.
But Betsy still wasn't completely satisfied. She craved yet another cock to suck.
"Well, don't just stand there! Stick your cock in my mouth!" she barked at Tony.
He approached her willingly yet tentatively. He was afraid he would upset the delicate balance of the three lunging, churning sex partners.
"Come on, don't be afraid! I won't bite you. I just want to suck your prick!" Betsy snarled impatiently.
Without any further hesitation, Tony marched up to her, grabbed her head in his hands, and started sawing his cum-bloated cock in and out of her sleazy, drooling mouth.
The cycle was now complete. With perfect agility and coordination, Betsy undulated her body like clockwork, fucking three cocks at once. Such a gymnastic stunt required three talented partners with the same objective: to shoot their burning loads of bubbling jism into a hot, wet fuckhole in the beautiful woman's gorgeous body.
Since Dan had gotten a head start on the others, it wasn't surprising that he was the first one to reach a climax. Looking up, he saw the huge white globes of Betsy's tits swaying enticingly just inches above his face. Yielding to temptation, he stilled her swinging tits with his hands, raised his head slightly, and gripped a nipple between his lips.
The feel of her soft, squishy tits in his hands and her hard, erect nipple in his mouth was all it took to push the tremendous pressure of the cum in his balls past the breaking point. He felt a sudden, violent spasm in his balls, and a jet of jizz rocketed up through his cock and out his piss hole like a missile leaving a launch pad.
The fountain of cum splashed into the deepest recesses of Betsy's cunt, mixed with her own pussy oil, and flowed back down over his bursting prick, lubricating it like oil lubricates a piston. And since Betsy was the one providing all the motion, all he had to do was lie back and enjoy his climax.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEE!" he screamed.
Betsy needed no encouragement. Warmed by a healthy dose of male cum, her hot pussy began an orgasmic fit of uncontrollable flinching and gagging, spitting up still more syrupy fuckjuice. A cocktail of pussy cum and creamy jism poured out of her spasming cunt, completely drenching Dan's entire crotch. His wooly pubic hair was soon a matted, sticky mess.
With his cock firmly embedded in Betsy's cozy asshole, Jeff could feel the powerful contractions of both her cunt and Dan's cock. Their orgasms were causing her to involuntarily flex her asscheeks, and the increase in the friction of her asshole on his huge prick was all the incentive he needed to unleash his own pent-up tension and cargo of cum.
His jism spewed out of his cockhead, instantly filling what little space there was in Betsy's cramped asschute. There were loud noises of squelching and suction as he continued to cram his cock up her ass, and the hydraulic force of his jizz being compressed into such a small, constricted space caused much of his cum to squirt back out and splash against his dangling balls.
"You cunt! Pinch my cock off with your asshole!" Jeff roared in orgasmic fury.
He was nearly insane with pleasure, and he slapped Betsy's bare asscheeks until they were red. Finally, his wilting cock popped out of her asshole, and he fell backwards onto the dock, sweating and hyperventilating.
Dan's orgasm had also run its course by now. As soon as Betsy felt his cock start as to soften and retract, she uncoupled their swampy, messy groins. She had no use for a spent cock in her cunt while she still had a loaded prick in her mouth. And with Dan and Jeff out of the way, she could devote all her passionate attention and inexhaustible supply of sexual energy to sucking Tony's cock.
Considering his prick was in the mouth of a raving, drooling, cock-starved maniac, Tony held out for quite awhile before finally surrendering his cum. Betsy had to work harder on his prick than on any of the others even though she had him one-on-one. For a long time, he seemed unaffected by her inspired cocksucking, which was amazing in light of her appearance and the enthusiasm with which she sucked his solid, meaty cock.
Her face was beet-red from exertion as she slipped her lips up and down the length of his prick as fast as she could, and she was expelling her hot, gasping breath through her nose directly into his crotch. Her blonde hair danced wildly about, snapping up and scratching his thighs, and her fingernails pinched deeply into his assflesh and probed his asshole.
There was a sweaty sheen to her golden body, and long ribbons of saliva hung from her chin while a steady flow of spent cum streamed out her asshole and her cunt. All in all, it was a sight which should have made Tony come in a second, but he just stood there calmly holding her bobbing head in his hands and lightly massaging her scalp.
Holy shit, I don't fucking believe this! Betsy thought to herself as she frantically sucked his cock. What's it gonna take to get him off?
The five other boys seemed to have read her thoughts, as they began cheering her on and urging Tony to reach a climax.
"C'mon stud, give it up!"
"Yeah! No sense saving your jizz for a rainy day!"
"Especially when you got a gorgeous little sperm bank like Betsy trying to make a withdrawal!"
Finally Betsy could feel an almost imperceptible increase in the tension in Tony's asscheeks and thighs, and she knew she had him. It was only a matter of seconds now before he came.
And when he did come, all pretense of coolness and composure went right out the window with an ear-piercing shriek.
"EEEE AAAAHHHHHOOOOOOO!" Tony slumped forward onto Betsy's shoulders, and his knees buckled as the dam in his balls finally burst. A river of scalding jizz flowed from his cock like lava and streamed down her aching throat.
Suddenly it was all over. Tony staggered backwards and plucked his deflated cock from Betsy's mouth. As she licked the last few drops of his cum from her fingers and the fire in her cunt began to die out, the realization of what she had done began to dawn on her. Single-handedly, she had satisfied the powerful lust of six horny high school kids. There was a pleasant glow from her cunt, and a contented weariness gripped her entire being. She felt very good, except for an excessive thirst caused by swallowing three loads of cum and fucking in the hot summer sun. She slowly pulled herself up from the dock, eagerly downed a couple of perfectly chilled beers, then dove into the water to join her six fucking partners.
"Well guys, how was I?"
She received unanimous rave reviews. "Great! Best blow job I ever had!"
"Never fucked a hotter cunt in my life!"
"A perfect, government-certified, A-l fuck!"
"Really! You should come up here more often! You're a better fuck than all our girlfriends combined!"
Had the party ended right then and there, Betsy would have considered it the best time she had ever had in her life. But her dream orgy was about to turn into a nightmare.
CHAPTER SIX
As she floated on her back with her eyes closed, she felt her head begin to spin. She then realized that she had gotten drunker than she had really intended, and she decided to go home early so she could have time to sober up before Tom returned from work.
"Well guys, I hate to fuck and run, but I'm afraid I gotta be headin' home now," she called as she hoisted herself from the lake up onto the dock.
Dick happened to be standing on the dock guzzling a beer at that particular moment, and he reacted with what Betsy took to be playful indignation when she announced her early departure.
"Now wait just one fucking minute! You can't leave yet--we're just getting things rolling! You said yourself that only wimps quit after one little orgasm!"
"Well maybe each of you guys only had one orgasm, but I had more than I can count!" Betsy laughed, reaching for her clothes.
But Dick wasn't kidding around. He had had too much to drink, and he was turning obnoxious. He snatched Betsy's clothes up from the dock and wouldn't let her have them.
"Hey, come on, Dick! I really gotta be going!" Betsy snapped, growing concerned. Her stern tone made no impact on Dick, however, as he stuck her clothes behind his back and retreated from her.
"If you can't get dressed, you can't leave!" he taunted.
Betsy lunged at Dick and made a grab for him, but he sidestepped her and danced away. She hoped to get support from the other five boys, but they were just as drunk and rowdy as Dick was.
"C'mon, let's play keepaway!" Jeff hollered, scrambling out of the water and catching the bundle of clothes Dick passed to him. He took off into the cottage with Betsy in hot pursuit.
"Please Jeff, I'm not kidding! I really have to get home!" she pleaded.
But Jeff and the others no longer gave a damn about her. They just saw her as a whore, a plaything to be used for amusement. The six of them formed a circle around her in the living room and playfully passed her four pieces of clothing back and forth. She was franticly running around, desperately trying to grab at least one piece of her light summer outfit. But it was all in vain. Realizing she was totally helpless and completely at the mercy of the six drunken teenagers, she collapsed onto the couch and began to sob.
Rather than appealing to the boys' sense of compassion and decency, her crying fit only proved to them just how vulnerable she was. Hitting upon a plan to capitalize on the plight of the helpless female, Dick gathered up all her clothes and stuffed them into a steamer trunk, which he then locked. Then he walked up to Betsy and waved the key enticingly in front of her face.
"Okay, cunt, if you want to get your clothes back, all you have to do is give each of us another blow job!"
Betsy wiped the tears from her cheek and gazed blankly up at Dick. He was leering down at her and his stiff, swollen cock was waving obscenely in her face. At that moment, she hated him more than she had ever hated any other human being, and she was repulsed at the thought of sucking his cock. But she could see no other way out. Cursing herself for allowing her uncontrollable fuck lust to put her in such a position, she slowly took Dick's prickhead into her mouth with a defeated sigh.
"AHHH! That's better!" Dick sighed triumphantly. "I knew you'd see it my way!"
His gloating thoroughly enraged Betsy, and she was very tempted to chew his cockmeat to shreds, but she managed to restrain herself. She decided she would just blow the six assholes as fast as she could and get it over with.
But this proved to be easier said than done. Since each of them had come once already that afternoon, getting them off a second time required a lot of work. And that's all Betsy saw it as--work. Whereas she had been hungry for cock earlier in the day and her pussy had oozed gallons of cunt juice at the mere thought of going down on so many young men, now she was sickened by the cockhead in her throat, and her pussy was just a dry, lifeless hole. Her senses had been completely numbed by alcohol and the emotional trauma of being forced to suck cock against her will.
Dick seemed to take forever to reach an orgasm. Betsy's jaws ached, and her lips were sore and bruised from having so much stiff, bulky prickmeat shoved into her mouth. And she was so bloated with beer and jism already that when Dick finally did reach a climax, the hot, heavy taste of his cum in her mouth nauseated her. She wanted to spit it out, but he insisted that she swallow it.
"Eat every fucking drop or I'll never let you leave here!" he warned her.
It was the same story with the rest of the gang. Dave, Bill, Dan, Tony, and Jeff all fucked Betsy in the mouth in not-so-rapid succession, and each insisted that she swallow his cum. All told, it took more than an hour for her to blow the six cruel, horny adolescents, and together they must have poured a pint of cum down her throat, on top of the huge amount she had swallowed earlier.
As soon as Jeff had finished shooting his wad into Betsy's mouth, he hurried out the door to rejoin his friends, who had resumed their drinking and hell-raising out on the dock. Betsy was left all alone in the living room, feeling dizzy, sick, and thoroughly humiliated. Her tongue was coated with a film of cum, and she grabbed a half empty glass of beer and chugged it in an effort to wash the jizzy taste away. The beer was warm and flat, however, and after gulping it down Betsy was overcome by a wave of nausea. She knew she was going to be sick. She frantically scrambled to her feet and raced into the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time. Finally, she collapsed onto the bathroom floor and passed out.
* * *
It was dark when Betsy came to. As she slowly returned to consciousness, she gradually became aware of a loud thumping that coincided with the pounding in her temples. Then, remembering where she was, she realized that the thumping was coming from Dick's stereo. The volume had been turned all the way up, and the resulting noise was almost intolerable. She could barely make out an occasional shout or laugh above the din.
Suddenly noticing that it was dark out, she leaped to her feet in a panic. She should have been home hours ago. Tom was going to be furious. She started to race out to the dock to get her clothes, but then she remembered that Dick had locked them in a steamer trunk. But what had he done with the key?
As Betsy stood in the darkened room fretting over her predicament, she felt something wet running from her tits down across her stomach to her legs. She caught a drop of the liquid on her fingertip and held it to her nose. It was male cum. Evidently one or more of the guys had jerked off onto her naked body while she slept.
Betsy was outraged for an instant, but her feelings of anger were quickly replaced by an urgent need to escape from that hellish little cottage. She tried to open the steamer trunk, but it was shut tight, and the key was nowhere in sight. She had to find some clothes to wear home, but she dared not ask Dick for the key to the trunk in case he and his friends forced her to suck their cocks again. Instead, she found an oversized pair of shorts and an old T-shirt in one of the bedrooms, hurriedly slipped them on, and climbed out the window.
As she snuck around the cottage to Tom's car, she was overcome by a sudden fear. She couldn't remember if she had put the car keys in her sweater or not. Fortunately, she had left them in the ignition, and she was able to make her getaway. No one heard her car starting over the thud of the stereo.
At first, Betsy was so happy and relieved to be away from the cottage that she momentarily forgot she still had to face Tom. What could she possibly tell him? She didn't even like to think about that, or about anything else, for that matter. She just felt so tired and miserable and hungover that all she wanted to do was go to sleep. With any luck Tom could have given up waiting for her and gone out with the boys, as he had taken to doing on recent weekends.
But luck was not with Betsy on that particular day. Tom was indeed waiting for her when she got home, and he almost went through the roof when he saw the condition she was in.
"What the... WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN AND WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Betsy had tried to concoct a number of stories on the drive home--that she had been raped, that she had been in an accident. But now that she was actually facing her husband, she couldn't bring herself to lie to him. Her appearance would have betrayed her anyway.
Her clothes obviously were not hers, her hair was a tangled mess, she smelled of beer and fuck, and her chin was coated with a glaze of dried cum.
"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!" Tom shrieked. "HERE I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU ALL NIGHT, AND IT TURNS OUT YOU'VE BEEN OUT GOD-KNOWS-WHERE FUCKING GOD- KNOWS-WHO!"
Tom was so utterly livid that he backhanded Betsy and knocked her to the floor, turning her suppressed sobs into loud wails of anguish. He hadn't hit her very hard, but the fact that he had hit her at all tore at her heartstrings. And she couldn't even blame him. She had had such a guilty conscience on the way home that it hadn't even occurred to her that he might be worried rather than angry. For all he knew, she might have been in an accident. But it had been no accident--she had deliberately gone up to Dick's cottage for the purpose of getting fucked.
Betsy could practically feel the heat of Tom's rage as he towered above her. But when he spoke again, his voice was dangerously calm.
"Okay, you little slut. If you want to fuck around on the side, fine. But let me warn you--two can play at that game."
With that, he grabbed his coat, stormed out of the house, and slammed the door behind him. Betsy just lay on the floor and cried.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After leaving the house, Tom drove directly to Kristi Smith's apartment. He knew where it was because he had driven her home from work on numerous occasions, although he had never actually been inside. He had previously limited his affair with Kristi to their daily lunchtime fuckings, but now that it was obvious that Betsy had been fucking around on the side too, he saw no reason why he couldn't fuck Kristi whenever the hell he felt like it. And he really felt like it on this particular night. He wasn't horny, although one look at Kristi's naked body would certainly get his cock hard, but he felt an urgent need to fuck someone other than Betsy.
Tom arrived at Kristi's apartment and was relieved to see that the lights were on. Apparently, she had decided to spend a quiet Friday night at home.
But, as Tom discovered when he climbed the front steps, Kristi wasn't spending such a quiet night after all. The muffled sound of dance music was drifting out of her cozy little apartment. It must have been turned up quite loud, because she failed to answer the door when he knocked. Growing impatient, he tried the knob and found it unlocked. He opened the door slowly, so as not to startle her, and peeked inside.
What he saw jolted his system like an electric shock. Kristi and a young man whom Tom had never seen before were lying naked on the floor, fucking to the pounding beat of the music. They were so wrapped up in each other's body that they didn't even notice Tom standing in the doorway.
"What a pussy! Soft, sweet, wonderful pussy!" the young stud moaned as he furiously hammered his prick into Kristi's cunt.
"And what a cock!" she replied breathlessly. "No cock ever felt better in my pussy!"
Kristi's impassioned cries burned Tom's ears. It was exactly the same kind of thing she always said to him during their lunch hour fucking. He always believed her when she told him he was the best fuck she had ever had, but now he could see quite clearly that she probably said that to all the guys she fucked. He was so torn up by anger, hurt, and jealousy that he wanted to charge right in there and kick the shit out of Kristi and her other man, but somehow he managed to restrain himself.
He realized he had no reason to expect or demand any loyalty from Kristi. She had never asked him for any commitment, and she had never pressured him to leave Betsy. All she had done was offer him her body for an hour a day for the pure physical pleasure of fucking, and nothing else. And since he himself was sharing a bed with Betsy every night, it would have been hypocritical and unfair of him to ask Kristi to limit her social life to their secret lunchtime affair.
"OH GOD, I LOVE YOU!" Kristi's young lover wailed, fucking her even harder. It was obvious he was nearing a climax.
"I LOVE YOU TOO, BRAD!! OH SHIT, I'M COMING... EEEAAAHHHEEE!"
Tom couldn't bear to watch any longer. He quietly shut the door and walked back to the car, stunned and confused. The day's events had left him wounded and humiliated. First of all, his wife had gone out and fucked someone behind his back. To get back at her he had driven to his secret girlfriend's house to fuck, but she, too, had been with another man. This sudden turn of events had completely shattered his masculine pride, and he decided to disinfect his freshly wounded ego with alcohol. He got into his car and headed for the nearest bar.
* * *
"Mind if I join you, good lookin'? I'll even buy you a drink!"
Tom was so busy getting loaded and so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even realize someone was speaking to him. "Yoo-hoo! Are you there?"
Finally Tom's alcohol-included fog lifted just enough for the greeting to get through to him. Looking up with a blank expression on his face, he saw an older, dark-haired woman standing beside his table, smiling down at him.
"Uh... are you talking to me?" he asked vacantly.
"Well I don't see anyone else sitting here!" the stranger replied cheerfully. "Look, I was gonna offer to buy you a drink, but by the look of things, I'd say you've had enough!"
"Yeah, I've had enough," Tom answered with a sigh. "But this is one of those nights when I need more than enough. Sure, I'd love a drink."
"Got problems?"
"Yeah. Things ain't goin' so hot with the old lady. You know how it is."
"O believe me, I know how it is all right! Lemme grab a couple beers and we'll talk about it. Oh, by the way, my name's Michelle."
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Tom."
Tom took a good, hard look at Michelle as she strolled up to the bar to get the beer. She had a very plain figure, and it was obvious she had gotten around quite a bit over the years, but at that point, anything looked good to him. At least she was a woman, and she had shown some interest in him. If he got the chance, he would probably fuck her.
He got the chance. After returning with the beer, Michelle offered a sympathetic ear as he opened up and told her all about what had happened that day with Betsy and Kristi, and how the whole situation had left him feeling guilty and jealous and confused. Michelle contributed little to the conversation other than an occasional "I know how it is" or lewd joke about fucking. But Tom was still happy to have someone to talk to. In addition, Michelle's crude sexual references helped build up his hopes that he might end up fucking that night after all. But he was too drunk to judge her accurately. He wasn't sure if she was actually coming on to him or if she just naturally used frank, earthy language in her conversations.
But after about an hour or so, Michelle made it clear beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was in fact trying to pick Tom up.
"Yeah, I think it really helps if you just talk to someone and get it out of your system at times like this," she said, drawing her chair closer to his. "But I'll tell you what--if you really want to release a little tension and pent- up frustration, I know one sure-fire way to do it!"
As she spoke, Michelle reached underneath the table and began feeling up Tom's crotch. His cock instantly began to stiffen in his pants.
"Damn, you do have a lot of tension built up inside you!" Michelle whispered, brushing her lips against his cheek. "What say we go back to my place, and I'll help you blow off a little steam? I guarantee you I'm an expert at blowing things!"
Tom readily agreed to go home with Michelle. At that point, all he wanted to do was hold a warm female body in his arms and shoot his bulging wad.
During the short drive from the bar to her apartment, Michelle completely turned loose all of her powerful desire for hot flesh. She was all over Tom the minute they got into his car, pressing her full, round lips to his, exploring his hard, muscular body with her hands, and jamming her rather small tits up against his heaving chest.
"Look, I want to fuck as much as you do, but don't you think we should at least wait until we get to your place before we really get going?" Tom gasped when he was finally able to pull his mouth away from hers.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Michelle wheezed. "But it's been so long since I last fucked a young man like you that I can barely keep my cunt from gushing right here and now!" With great effort, she slid back over to the passenger side, gave Tom the directions to her apartment, and allowed him to start the car. She couldn't keep her lust in check for very long, though. At the first red light, she leaned over into Tom's lap and began fumbling with his fly. It was apparent she had had a lot of experience getting into men's pants, as she had his stiff, fully-erect prick out into the open air in under ten seconds.
"Well, I'll be a son of a bitch!" Michelle cried out in delight. "Look at the size of that motherfucker! Your cock's even bigger than my ex-husband's, and his wasn't exactly a stringbean!"
She eagerly lowered her mouth onto Tom's huge, bulbous cockhead just as he was pulling away from the light. The excitement that surged through his body as her sultry red mouth smothered his pulsing prickhead almost made him lose control of the car.
"Back off, bitch!" he growled. "Driving is tough enough as it is when I'm this drunk, and I could do without any more distractions! You're liable to get us both killed if you keep sucking my cock like that!"
Michelle very reluctantly let go of Tom's cock and sat up again.
"Goddamn, what a mouthful! Your wife must be nuts to risk losing a cock like that!" she exclaimed.
Less than a minute later, they arrived at Michelle's apartment. She lived on a quiet side street, and since it was practically deserted at that time of night, Tom just left his hard-on sticking out of his pants as they walked from the car to her front door.
"Jesus, at least cover your prick with your hands!" Michelle barked in mock-seriousness.
"I mean, what would the neighbors think if they saw you going into my apartment with your cock hanging out? You could ruin my reputation!"
Tom doubted that anything Michelle could do would change her image in the eyes of her neighbors. If she behaved this way all the time, she probably had a pretty slutty reputation as it was.
Once inside the apartment, Michelle did nothing to alter her image as a cock-starved nymphomaniac. As soon as the door had shut behind her, she sank down to her knees and resumed sucking Tom's monstrous cock. Both lonely lovers were so horny that they didn't even bother to remove their clothes.
Tom thought Michelle was probably just going to suck his cock for a minute or so in order to build up his lust, but it soon became apparent that she intended to give him a complete blow job right there in the entryway. That suited him just fine.
Michelle may not have been very attractive, she could sure suck cock. She easily took Tom's entire prick into her mouth, allowing the head to poke right into her throat, where she squeezed it by contracting the muscles under her chin. Then she slowly brought his glistening wet cockshaft back out again, and without even pausing to catch her breath, she launched right into a furious tongue bath. She slapped her firm, muscular tongue all across the spongy surface of his cockhead as if she were mopping a floor, covering every inch and using generous quantities of saliva.
When she had licked Tom's cocktip to her satisfaction, she trailed her tongue around the edge of his crown to the underside and began tracing his bulging cum tube all the way back to where his prick disappeared into his fly. With a little help from him, she unbuckled his pants, working his underwear over his protruding prickshaft, and slipped his trousers down to his knees.
"That's what I like--a lot of head room!" Michelle punned, as she began attacking his bulging, dangling balls with her tongue.
She then opened her mouth wide, swallowed up his nuts, and began grinding her nose into the base of his cockshaft while caressing his ass with her hands.
Tom found himself wishing Betsy was there to watch a slutty older woman sucking his cock. Maybe if she saw her husband fucking a strange woman she would realize how he had felt when he discovered she was fucking someone else.
Just then, Michelle pulled her mouth away from Tom's balls, ran her tongue along the underside of his throbbing cock, and sucked his cockhead back into her mouth. Tom knew he was going to come soon, and he grabbed her head in his hands and began fucking her back while she sucked him.
"C'mon bitch--suck!" he snarled. "Suck the cum right out of my balls!"
That's exactly what Michelle was trying to do. She had disregarded the trunk of his cock and was instead concentrating all her efforts on his prickhead. She pursed her lips around his fleshy prick-knob and undulated them up and down on the crown while lapping at the underside of his cock with her tongue. This technique succeeded in getting him to pop his rocks.
"TAKE THAT, BITCH!" Tom bellowed as his orgasm struck. He was actually yelling more at Betsy than Michelle, although Michelle would have had difficulty believing that.
Tom lunged forward with one hard, vicious stroke, releasing the suction of her mouth on his cocktip and driving his exploding prickhead into the back of her throat. Having a big cock like Tom's suddenly and unexpectedly jammed down her throat--especially just when it had started spewing its load of fiery cum--made Michelle gag and choke, but he wouldn't let her spit out his cock or his jizz. Instead, he grabbed two handfuls of her short, dark hair and ground her face right into his crotch.
"YOU WANTED MY FUCKING COCK AND NOW YOU GOT IT!" Tom roared as he pumped his cum down Michelle's throat.
Finally, Tom's cock was drained, and he pushed Michelle back onto the floor. She was coughing and gasping for breath as a result of being force-fed a ten inch cock and a generous quantity of jism.
"Jesus Christ, you sure are a live one!" Michelle managed to sputter at last. "But I did offer to blow away some of your frustrations, and I guess I succeeded!"
"You sure did," Tom sighed, regaining his composure. "It felt really good. You got a perfect mouth for giving head. But I'm sorry if I was a little too rough."
"Shit, don't worry about it! It just got me hornier than ever, and now I'm really anxious to have you suck my cunt! Come on, let's go into the bedroom!"
The first thing Tom noticed when he entered Michelle's bedroom was an assortment of dildos and vibrators she kept on her night- stand. He didn't say anything about them, but she realized what he was looking at and felt compelled to offer an explanation.
"As you can see, I don't always have a handsome young man like you to keep me company, so I gotta do something to get me through the night!"
The mechanical sexual devices were stark evidence of the loneliness of Michelle's life, and Tom suddenly felt compassion for her. But he also felt a pang of fear as it occurred to him that he might be heading for the same kind of empty existence if things between him and Betsy got any worse. This was such an unpleasant thought that he decided to drive it from his mind by getting down to some serious fucking. He rapidly tore off his clothes and urged Michelle to do the same.
"Well babe, let's get naked and start fuckin'."
"Un... I'd like you to do me a little favor," Michelle replied, somewhat sheepishly.
"Well, after that great blow job you gave me, I suppose I owe you one! Shoot!"
"I'd like you to undress me. I love baring my body to my men, but I prefer that they do it for me. I think it adds a little excitement and a feeling of discovery."
"Sounds like a reasonable enough request to me!" Tom shrugged, sitting down next to Michelle. He leaned forward and put his lips to hers while his hands began unbuttoning her black satin blouse.
Tom quickly noticed that Michelle apparently had a thing for black. In addition to a dark colored blouse and skirt, she was also wearing a lacy black bra. After removing her blouse, he wrapped his arms around her and began fumbling for the clasp at the back of her bra. Her bare shoulders felt warm and soft against his muscular forearms.
Michelle heaved a sigh of passion as her bra slipped away, exposing her tits and bringing her naked nipples into contact with Tom's hairy chest.
"Lower!" she gasped, pulling her mouth away from his. "Kiss my tits!"
Tom obeyed wordlessly, guiding his mouth down across her supple neck until he came to her small but well-formed tits. Their compact size provided a distinct advantage, as Tom was able to take practically an entire tit into his mouth at once. He gave each of them a thorough and enthusiastic sucking, leaving them bright red and drenched with spit when he resumed his downward path of kissing.
Michelle's midsection showed her age more than any other part of her body. She was somewhat overweight, and her stomach was soft and flabby as a result. But Tom was so caught up in giving a lonely older woman a thrill that he didn't even care what she looked like. He eagerly sucked up whole mouthfuls of her loose, flabby skin and twisted them around with his mouth, leaving her stomach dotted with bright red hickies. Then he moved on to her cunt.
"Don't tell me, lemme guess. I'll bet your panties are black too!" Tom laughed as he slipped off Michelle's skirt.
He was right. Michelle was wearing a pair of black bikini panties, and there was a big wet spot right over her cuntmound. Like her stomach, her thighs were a little chubbier than what Tom was used to, but, as he discovered when he pulled off her moist, musky panties, her beaver was just as red and ripe as ever. He pulled her two thick pussyflaps open and anxiously stuck his tongue into her chewy cunt.
Michelle responded instantly, raising her chunky legs into the air and wrapping them around Tom's broad, rippling back in a viselike scissor lock. _ "Oh yes, Tom! Lick me--eat my cunt! Oh God, it's been so long!" she wailed.
Tom pressed his mouth hard against Michelle's juice-slicked cunt-lips and extended his tongue as far as he could, allowing it to roam freely in the cavernous interior of her long dormant fuck-hole. She let loose with an incredible amount of pussy juice, and his tongue was soon thrashing around in the thick, strong-tasting mire of her cunt.
Tom had intended to eat Michelle's pussy until she came, but her wet, wild reaction to his inspired licking got him so turned-on that he decided to fuck her with his stiff, aching prick instead. He extricated his tongue from her messy pussy and shimmied up on top of her sweaty, naked body. He then grasped his massive cock in his hand, prepared to insert it into Michelle's pussy, but she snatched his throbbing prickshaft and assumed control. She worked his cockhead in short, tight circles on her slippery cuntlips until it sank into her cunt. Then she steered it straight into her hard clit.
"HOLY SHIT!! WHAT A FUCKING TROPHY!" she moaned ecstatically. "Stuff your cock all the way in! Stretch my fucking. cunt till it breaks!"
Tom flexed his asscheeks and bore down hard on Michelle's crotch, thrusting all ten inches of his king-sized prick deep into her cunt. At the same time, he held his mouth just above hers, and their tongues flicked out to play a passionate game of tag with each other.
"I can taste my cunt slime on your tongue!" Michelle whispered breathlessly. She grabbed Tom's head and pulled it down, fusing their drooling, panting mouths.
Tom continued to build up fucking speed with each driving stroke--in and out, in and out, in and out--until at last he felt the familiar sensation of cum creeping up his cockshaft, and he knew he was on the verge of a climax.
"BRACE YOURSELF BABY, I'M GONNA COME!" he hollered, tearing his mouth away from Michelle's. .
And, sure enough, Tom came within a few seconds, and so did Michelle. They squeezed each other and screamed like karate experts as their nerve-sizzling orgasms collided head-on in their crotches. Through it all, Tom's cock kept right on racing in and out of Michelle's pussy, awash in a sea of both male and female cum.
"EEEAAAGGGHHH!" they bellowed in orgasmic harmony.
Then, like a sudden, intense summer cloudburst, their passion faded as quickly as it had come. Tom crumpled into a drunken, exhausted heap onto the equally drunk and exhausted Michelle, and within minutes, they were both fast asleep, two total strangers sharing a single night of steamy intimacy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Betsy awoke early Saturday morning to find herself alone in the double bed she usually shared with her husband. It didn't really surprise her that Tom had not come home, since he had made it clear the night before that he intended to get even with her for cheating on him. Still, his heated declaration that "two can play at that game" led her to believe that he already had an affair going himself, and the realization that her husband was at least as no guilty as she was when it came to marital disloyalty filled her with a mixture of anger and heartbreak.
As Betsy dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the shower, it occurred to her that the nightmarish events of the past twenty- four hours probably represented the all-time low point of her life. From the day she first met Tom, her existence had revolved completely around him, and now that their whirlwind courtship and brief marriage appeared to be over, she didn't have anything else to fall back on. But one thing was certain--she had to get away. She needed to be away from Tom for a little while to think things over. And since she had no money and no job, the only place she could possibly go was back to her mother's house in her home town.
After showering, Betsy called her mother and explained her situation as delicately as possible. It pained her to tell her mom that her marriage was on the rocks because her mother had disliked Tom right from the start and hadn't approved of him as her daughter's choice for a husband. But for that same reason, she was more than happy to take Betsy in, and she agreed to pick her up at the bus station that afternoon.
Betsy's mood was considerably brighter as she packed her bags and made arrangements to catch the next bus home. Her only worry was that Tom would come home before she was able to get away. The last thing she felt like doing was having another fight with her husband. But luck was with her for once, and after writing Tom a brief note of explanation she was homeward bound.
At first, being home felt really good to Betsy. It was nice to be in her old room, to be eating her mother's cooking, and to be surrounded by all the familiar sights she had grown up with. But by early Saturday evening, her mother's "I told you so" type comments began to get on the girl's nerves. It wasn't that she didn't want to discuss her marriage. In fact, she really wanted to open up and get all her pent-up feelings out of her system. But she needed to talk to someone with a little more objective and distant viewpoint.
Immediately, Betsy thought of Jerry Bates, her old boyfriend. They had had a typical on- again, off-again romance all through high school, and they had broken up for good just before she met Tom. The break-up had been painless enough, with no hard feelings on either side, but Betsy quickly became so infatuated with Tom that she lost all contact with Jerry. Her sudden urge to see him was so strong, however, that she decided to give him a call right after dinner.
Jerry's mother informed Betsy when she called, that, although he was no longer living at home, he was still in town, and she gladly gave Betsy the phone number of his apartment. Mrs. Bates had always liked Betsy, and she was sorry that Jerry hadn't married her.
A sudden case of the jitters descended upon Betsy as she dialed Jerry's number. She hadn't spoken to him in so long, she couldn't even remember what his voice sounded like, and she didn't have the slightest idea what she was going to say to him when he answered the phone. Her anxiety attack was so strong that she considered hanging up, but Jerry picked up the receiver after just one ring, and Betsy was committed.
"Hello?"
Betsy recognized his voice after all.
"Hi... Jerry?"
"Yes. Uh... who's this?"
"Oh come on now! It hasn't been THAT long! Don't you even recognize your old flame?"
"Betsy! Son of a bitch, you're the last person I expected to hear from! How the hell are ya anyway?"
Betsy's nervousness and self-consciousness instantly faded as she and Jerry renewed their friendship, and she was happy and relieved that he was genuinely glad to hear from her. As it turned out, he had the evening free, and he invited her to come over for a visit before she even had a chance to explain how she happened to be in town. She eagerly accepted his invitation.
The first hour or so of their reunion was extremely lighthearted and joyous, as the two old lovers remembered their high school days over a couple of drinks. They both got a little drunk and silly, and as a result, the stories and the laughs flowed as easily as the wine.
But once the conversation finally got around to her marriage, Betsy grew deadly serious. Gradually, she opened up and told Jerry the whole story, from the day she first met Tom right up until that horrible Friday. She was too ashamed to go into any detail about what had happened at the lake, but she did tell Jerry that both she and Tom were now fucking other people, and with that painful discloser came a flood of tears.
Betsy was sitting beside Jerry on the couch when her sobbing began, and he instinctively put his arm around her as a gesture of sympathy. She knew he was just trying to comfort her, but she felt something deeper and more powerful stirring inside her as his strong arms held her close to him.
He was much more mature now--both physically and emotionally--than when she had last seen him, and this newly found strength and maturity drew an instant response from her passion-starved heart, She laid her head on his shoulder and held him tightly in her arms, even after her tears had stopped. Gradually, she began stroking the back of his neck and nuzzling him with her cheek. Neither of them spoke, but by now, they were both aware of what was happening.
Now, certain that Jerry felt just as excited and inflamed as she did, Betsy began to come on strong. She shimmied up into his lap and drew her face close to his, brushing her warm, moist lips across his bristly cheek until her mouth found his. Their long, passionate kiss fanned the flames of lust even higher, and Jerry began fondling her tits while he ground his lips into hers. He could feel her taut, erect nipples right through her sweater and bra. But that wasn't enough. He wanted to caress her naked tit-tips with his bare hands. He carefully drew his right hand down to her waist and slipped it under her sweater, proceeding slowly in case she objected.
But Betsy didn't object, She cried out softly with delight as his rough hands came into contact with the warm, supple skin of her stomach, and she drew away from him slightly to give him more room to maneuver. Then, when his probing hand finally found its way under her bra to her soft tits, she responded by placing her own hand on his crotch.
It didn't stay there long, though. Jerry began pulling her sweater up at the back with his free hand, and Betsy raised both arms to allow him to slip the confining garment up over her head and off. By then, she was so anxious to feel Jerry's mouth on her hot, throbbing nipples that she also assisted him in removing her bra. Her tits swung free, and Jerry eagerly went to work giving them an inspired licking. What had begun as an innocent hug was rapidly progressing into a full- fledged, exciting fuck.
Betsy's heart was beating wildly as she leaned back against the couch and allowed Jerry to have his way with her naked tits. That the whole situation had been unplanned made it doubly exciting. Spontaneity was something that had been lacking from her sexy life since her wedding day. Married people were supposed to fuck, and even her seduction of Dick Bell had been carefully planned from the outset. But what was happening with Jerry was truly spontaneous combustion. In the heat of a tender moment, two former lovers found old flames of passion suddenly rekindled.
"C'mon Jerry--go lower! Lick my pussy! Go down on me--please!" Betsy cried, anxious to have her cunt receive the same treatment Jerry was currently giving her tits.
"Damn, you sure have changed!" Jerry replied with a grin. "I remember you never used to let me eat your cunt. Now you're practically begging me to!"
Then Betsy remembered that it wasn't until her wedding night that she had discovered the satisfaction and joy of 69. The thrill of offering her bare pussy to Jerry's mouth for the first time ever would add even more fuel to an already exciting situation.
"I've got a few more surprises in store for you!" Betsy cooed, licking her finger suggestively.
Titillated by the promise of what was yet to come, Jerry turned his attention to Betsy's pussy. He unbuckled her tight, faded jeans and worked them down over her thighs. She assisted him at that point, kicking them the rest of the way off. Jerry removed her panties slowly and reverently, rediscovering the beauty of her golden triangle of cunt hair and her rich, red cuntlips.
"God, all those times we fucked back in high school, and I don't think I've ever seen your pussy this closely before," he whispered. "It's beautiful!"
He bent over and placed a kiss on Betsy's thick, wet pussy flaps. She shivered with excitement as his lips made contact with the raw, exposed meat of her cunt.
After savoring the taste and feel of her pussy for a moment, Jerry was quickly swept away by a wave of lust. He flicked his tongue out like a whip, spearing Betsy's cuntlips in the center and parting them neatly. Her tender, pliable cuntmeat then collapsed around his tongue, and she writhed beneath him on the couch, squealing in ecstasy.
"YEAH--DO IT!! LICK MY CUNT DRY!"
Jerry had eaten plenty of pussy in his time, but this one was special. He had always craved just one taste of Betsy's honey cunt, but she had never even let him kiss her pussy before. And now that he finally had his chance, he took full advantage of it, giving her the cunt- licking of her life and making up for all the times she had denied him access.
He swished his tongue back and forth and round and round and in and out of her slick, satiny fuck tube, lapping up her cunt juice as fast as she could secrete it. Then, saving the best for last, he went to work on her clit, licking it and kissing and biting it with feverish abandon.
Betsy went wild. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and shoved Jerry's face down onto her cunt mound almost as if she wanted to cram his entire head right up her cunt. She flinched and screamed each time his tongue changed direction inside her pussy, causing her to buck like an unbroken stallion.
"Oh my God, you're the best! Oh why didn't I let you eat my cunt before? What a fucking idiot I was! You're so goddamn good!"
And then, one especially vicious assault on her clit completely blew Betsy's mind, and her senses plunged headlong into an explosive orgasm.
"OH... I'M COMING!!! EAT ME JERRY, EAT MY CUNT! HOLY SHIIITT!"
Betsy clamped her thighs tightly around Jerry's head, pinning it against her crotch. He eagerly opened his mouth, pressed it firmly against her quaking cuntlips, and drank in the flood of pussy cum that was streaming out of her climaxing pussy. He kept his mouth there until every last trickle was gone and the violent, orgasmic spasms of her cunt finally stopped.
Although Betsy had just had an orgasm, what happened next was far from anti- climactic. In fact, it was even more exciting than having Jerry eat her cunt out for the first time. Now she would return the favor by sucking his cock.
As much as he had wanted to go down on Betsy during their high school days, Jerry had wanted her to suck his cock even more. She also remembered all the times he had pleaded with her to lick his cockhead a couple of times, but she had always said no. Now she was more than happy to suck him off, and she knew he would be overjoyed.
"You know, I feel a little funny lying here totally naked while you're still fully dressed," Betsy panted. "Why don't you take off your clothes? I'm dying to see if your cock still looks as good as I remember!"
"Well, I imagine it still looks pretty much the same, but I guarantee it's hornier now than it ever was before!" Jerry replied, rising from the couch and unzipping his pants.
Betsy felt as if she had gone back a couple of years in a time machine as she watched Jerry undressing. It seemed like they had never been separated, and fucking him was just the natural thing to do, even though she was married to someone else now. Tom was the farthest thing from her mind at that point.
Soon Jerry had removed all his clothes, and he stood before Betsy with his long, straight cock pointing directly at her. How could she ever have resisted blowing him before? A big, fleshy prick like his was a tasty treat.
Betsy sat up on the couch, grasped his pulsating prick in her hand, and prepared to slip it into her mouth. He stopped her short, however.
"You know, if I had been granted two wishes back in high school, my second wish would have been to become rich and famous."
"What would your first wish have been?" Betsy asked, slightly puzzled.
"To have you blow me!"
"Well, Aladdin, your wish shall be my command!" Betsy giggled, lowering her mouth onto his cockhead.
After what had happened at the lake the day before, Betsy wouldn't have believed that she could ever enjoy sucking cock again, much less the very next day. But a complete change in atmosphere made all the difference. Unlike the rough and brutal treatment she had received at the hands and cocks of six drunken teenagers, Jerry's reaction to her skillful cocksucking was one of quiet rapture. He tenderly stroked her temples and played with her long golden locks, basking in the glow of a moment that was long overdue. The soft clucking sounds coming from Betsy's sucking mouth were music to his ears.
"I just can't believe this is happening!" he cried softly. "Just seeing you again would have been wonderful enough, but I'm actually getting a blow job out of the deal as well! Goddamn, it sure feels great, kid. It's everything I ever hoped it would be!"
Betsy looked up at Jerry and crinkled up her nose to let him know that she was just as delighted at the way their reunion had turned out as he was. She got a lot more out of this simple eye contact than she had bargained for, though. Seeing the pretty, impish look on her face as his cock slipped in and out of her sultry mouth drove Jerry completely apeshit.
A powerful tremor of lust shook his entire body, and he began rocking back and forth, fucking Betsy's mouth harder and faster. She soon became caught up in this rising tide of desire, and she shifted her mouth and her tongue into high gear. She squeezed the base of his cock, and as she did so, she felt it swell with blood inside her mouth. Then she released her grip on his prick and began playing with his balls with one hand while finger- fucking his asshole with the other.
All of a sudden, Jerry came. He squirmed on the floor and violently rotated his hips, corkscrewing his cock all the way into Betsy's throat, where it promptly blew. A torrent of boiling jism rushed out of his expanding cockhead and sprayed against the back of her throat, and she just relaxed and let it flow right down into her stomach.
"MY CUM--CAN YOU TASTE IT? I'M FUCKING YOUR MOUTH!" Jerry bellowed, no longer quietly grateful to be getting his first crack at Betsy's little mouth. "SWALLOW MY PRICK!"
He knew his cock might not ever find its way into her mouth again, and he wanted to take full advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He roared and screamed and shook more violently than Betsy had ever seen him do before during a climax, and he wouldn't let her pull away until she had swallowed every last drop of his jism, and his cock had gone as limp as a noodle.
"Damn, you must have wanted that awful bad!" Betsy observed when Jerry's orgasm had finally run its course.
"You're damn right I did! I don't know what it is--whether it's your pretty face or blonde hair or red lips or what--but you've definitely got the most fuckable mouth I've ever seen!"
"I guess we make a pretty good team, then! I've got an extremely fuckable mouth, and you've got an extremely suckable cock!" Betsy laughed, leaning forward and kissing Jerry's deflated prickhead. That one kiss instantly caused his shriveled prick to become partially stiff again.
"Damn, you sure know how to turn a guy on!" Jerry marveled.
"Well you're not so bad at getting a girl's cunt juices flowing, yourself!" She took his spongy prick into her hand and stroked it.
"I just realized I haven't shown you my bedroom yet," Jerry remarked. "Care to try out my waterbed?"
"Oh, wow! You've got a waterbed? Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go make a few waves!"
Betsy ended up staying at Jerry's apartment until four o'clock in the morning, fucking him every way she knew how. Before it was all over, she had cum in her stomach, up her ass, in her cunt, and even smeared on her tits, courtesy of a tit-fucking that had capped off their evening of passionate waterbed acrobatics. She really enjoyed it while it was happening, but on the walk home, she began to feel terribly guilty. After all, she was still married to Tom, and since he had caught her cheating just the night before, she should have tried to be a little more discreet.
Then, to make matters worse, Betsy's mother was still up when she got home. She knew from her daughter's disheveled appearance and the lateness of the hour exactly what had happened at Jerry's. She gave Betsy hell, calling her a tramp and a disgrace to the family name. And as had been the case with Tom the night before, Betsy had nothing to say in her defense. She knew that her insatiable appetite for cock had gotten the best of her again. For a second straight night, she went to bed in tears.
CHAPTER NINE
Betsy felt like hell when she awoke Sunday morning. Guilt hung heavy on her conscience from what had happened at Jerry's the night before, and her mother was still mad at her, treating her very coldly. The two of them initially chose not to speak to each other, but that quickly changed after a phone call from Jerry.
Betsy's mother answered and told Jerry that Betsy didn't want to see him anymore. Betsy overheard the conversation and exploded, telling her mother not to meddle in her affairs. Her mom snapped back that "affairs" was the perfect choice of words for her cheating daughter to use, and the two of them really laid into each other after that. The argument was extremely heated but brief, because Betsy abruptly stormed out of the house after five minutes or so.
So, I've done it again, Betsy thought to herself as she trudged miserably through the familiar streets of her old neighborhood. First Tom is ready to kill me for fucking around, and now mom is too.
She was beginning to wonder if she had any friends left.
Of course she did, and she soon met up with one whom she hadn't seen in a couple of years. A pickup truck stopped across the street from her with its horn blaring and the driver wildly waving her arms. Whoever she was, she obviously wanted to get Betty's attention. It became clear to Betsy why as she crossed the street. The truck driver was Gail Washburn, one of her best friends back in school. A broad smile broke out on Betsy's face as she recognized her old friend, and she instantly forgot all her problems.
"Gail! Well I'll be damned! I didn't know you were still in town!"
"Sure am! I help out my dad down at his hardware store during the week, and on Sundays, he lets me have the company truck. Wanna go for a ride?"
"Why not? I got nothing better to do!" Betsy eagerly climbed into the passenger seat.
"So, how's married life treating you?" Gail asked as she pulled away from the curb.
"Oh, it's like everything else--it has its ups and downs," Betsy answered casually. She didn't want to talk about Tom or any other man at that point. She just wanted to relax and have fun.
And have fun she did. The two of them cruised around for hours, blaring the radio, honking at good-looking guys, and yelling juvenile remarks out the window at startled bystanders. They acted exactly like a couple of teenagers who had just gotten their licenses. It was perfect escapist entertainment for Betsy. For the first time in weeks, she was living strictly for the moment and not dwelling on her problems.
After an evening meal consisting of hamburgers and root beer, the two pretty young ladies set off for the local watering hole, but on the way, Gail came up with an alternative plan.
"Hey Betsy, remember in high school we always wanted to see an X-rated movie?"
"Oh yeah! That was a pisser--we must have tried sneaking in a dozen times, but we always got caught!"
"Well, why don't we finally go see one tonight?"
"Are you serious?"
"Hell yeah! I've never seen one before, and I think it would be a lark if we caught one at the drive-in tonight!"
Gail's youthful enthusiasm was contagious, and Betsy quickly found herself getting caught up in the excitement.
"Why the hell not? It's been a pretty crazy day so far already, but we might as well go all out!"
It was a perfect night for attending a drive- in movie--warm and muggy. But despite these ideal conditions, there were only a few other cars at the theater. Sunday was a slow night at the drive-in.
Betsy and Gail were relieved to see so few others in attendance. They felt self-conscious and conspicuous going to a drive-in movie-- especially one that was X-rated--without male companionship. Gail drove the truck to the very back of the lot, well out of sight of everyone else, and parked facing away from the screen. Now she and Betsy could sit in the back of the truck while they watched the explicit action in the film.
Neither Betsy nor Gail had ever seen an X-rated movie before, and they chattered away in giddy expectation while waiting for the action to begin. They really had no idea what to expect.
The movie started innocently enough, with a guy and a girl hiking in the country. Within five minutes, however, the young couple were bathing naked in an icy mountain stream. The guy's cock was probably a foot long, and the sight of it elicited oohs and ahs from the two young girls sitting in the back of the pickup.
"They just want to make people hungry for the foot-long hot dogs they sell at the refreshment stand!" Gail joked.
The laughter and the joking continued for several more minutes, but as the action in the movie began to heat up, so did the two girls' cunts. Soon conversation between them had almost ceased as they gawked at the naked bodies writhing on the screen. Both their pussies were burning, swampy messes in short order, and their mouths began to water at the close-up shots of the well-hung actor's cock.
The next scene in the movie involved two girls eating each other out. Initially, Betsy was repulsed by that idea, but as the scene wore on, she became fascinated by how carefully and lovingly they licked each other's pussy. Soon her own cunt was just as hot and juicy as the two open-mouthed pussies on the screen, and she instinctively slipped her hand into her shorts to finger-fuck her cunt.
Betsy became so engrossed in the lesbian love scene that she momentarily forgot Gail was sitting right next to her. But in the same instant that she remembered her friend was there, she also realized that she had her hand down her pants. She reflexively plucked her hand free from her cunt, and this sudden movement startled Gail, who also happened to be finger-fucking herself.
"Looks like we both had the same idea," Gail chuckled sheepishly.
"Yeah, I guess so!" Betsy replied. "God, I don't normally do that, but this flick is something else! I wouldn't have believed two chicks fucking each other could be so erotic!"
As she spoke, Betsy's gaze met Gail's, and in that instant, the same thought occurred to both of them, although neither of them verbalized it right away. They held each other's gaze for several seconds. Then, when she was certain she had read Betsy correctly, Gail began to speak.
"You know, a finger-fuck always feels better when it's somebody else's finger," she said lustily.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Betsy replied in a trembling voice.
Further discussion was unnecessary. The two horny young girls slid closer together and each slipped her hand down the other's pants.
"Oh God, your pussy is so hot and wet!" Betsy moaned as she groped around Gail's cuntmound.
"So's yours! It's hotter than any cock I've ever felt, that's for sure!" Gail panted. "And your fingers are so soft and smooth!"
Between the physical stimulation they were receiving from each other's hands and the visual stimulation they were receiving from the action on the screen, Gail and Betsy had more than they could handle. And then, just for a little icing on the cake, the film showed a close- up of the two actresses heatedly French- kissing. Before she quite realized what she was doing, Betsy turned around and kissed Gail on the lips.
Gail was not offended. In fact, she welcomed the kiss, and with her free hand, she drew Betsy even closer and began plunging her warm, moist tongue into her quivering mouth.
They touched their lips ever so lightly and rotated them in circles while their fiery tongues wrestled with each other, first in Betsy's mouth, then in Gail's. Simultaneous orgasms descended upon them, and each grabbed the other's clit and wailed in ecstasy. The two girls in the movie were also climaxing at that moment, and all four passion-choked female voices joined in an orgasmic symphony.
"PLAY WITH ME, GAIL, PLAY WITH MY CLIT!" Betsy cried in a voice resembling a sob.
This was a totally unique experience for her --feeling Gail's slippery, fleshy clit in her hand while her own little bud of pleasure was receiving the same treatment. It was like jacking off in stereo.
Suddenly Betsy's and Gail's orgasms were over, and all the actors on the screen were fully clothed. Now, free of some of the stimulation, the two girls managed to regain their senses. A peculiar mixture of guilt and confusion gripped their minds as they pondered what had just happened. Each had a little voice in the back of her head telling her that it was unnatural and perverted for two girls to fuck each other, but by the same token, neither could deny that she had enjoyed it.
"Damn, I don't know about you, but I never even considered finger-fucking another girl before!" Gail declared, breaking the silence.
"No, neither have I," Betsy responded.
"But I gotta admit, you got a nice touch with your fingers, and your pussy felt awfully good to me!"
"Yeah, I kinda enjoyed the whole experience myself!" Gail laughed. "And there's really nothing wrong with it when you come right down to it!"
Now that they had reassured themselves and each other that they were still two normal, healthy young girls, Betsy and Gail just relaxed and enjoyed the movie.
But they didn't stay relaxed for long. As soon as the next fuck scene began, the juices in their cunts began to flow again, and they craved immediate physical gratification. Betsy slipped her hand back into Gail's pants and prepared to finger-fuck her again, but Gail wanted to go even farther this time.
"How do you feel about eating my cunt out?" she inquired bluntly.
"Uh... Jesus, I don't know about that," Betsy replied uncertainly. "Maybe if we were in a motel or something, but I'd feel awfully funny about doing it right out in the open with all these people around."
"Shit, don't worry about it! There isn't a car within fifty yards of us! Besides, everybody else is either too wrapped up in the movie or going down themselves to care about us! And anyway, nobody can even see into the bed of the truck!"
To prove her point, Gail slipped off her skimpy shorts and lay back against the cab of the truck. In the shadows, it was difficult to tell that she was now naked from the waist down.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Betsy conceded. "I can barely make out your cunthair."
"Okay, so what's the problem? Eat my pussy!"
But Betsy was still a little reluctant. The idea of licking another girl's pussy was going to take some getting used to.
"All right, if it'll make you feel better, I'll do you first!" Gail offered. She reached over, unbuckled Betsy's denim cutoffs, and slipped them down over her thighs. Betsy didn't resist.
"God, you've got a beauty!" Gail crooned as she inspected Betsy's cunt. "No wonder all the guys wanted to take you out back in school!"
She slowly ran her fingers through Betsy's wiry cunt hair, straightening out the kinky golden curls and combing them into a neat little triangle.
"Goddamn, the hair on your crotch is as shiny and blonde as the hair on your head!" Gail marveled.
And then, finally, she kissed Betsy on the cuntlips. It was a tender but exciting moment, and Gail savored it rapturously, licking her own lips to accustom herself to the taste of female fuck juices.
"You know, I think I could really learn to like this!" she said, grinning up at Betsy.
"Whenever a guy comes in my mouth I feel like puking, but pussy actually tastes pretty good!"
"Well in that case, dig in!" Betsy urged.
Thus assured that Betsy had no more reservations about having another girl eat her cunt, Gail tore into her moistened pussy. She spread Betsy's firm, meaty thighs apart with her soft hands and stabbed her tongue into her gaping, steamy fuckhole. Using her tongue like a spoon, she began scooping puddles of her friend's hot, fishy pussy oil into her hungry mouth. The same powerful, musky essence was also wafting up into her nose, turning her on still further.
Betsy was amazed at how well Gail ate pussy. For a beginner, she sure knew all the tricks. Of course, that really shouldn't have been too surprising. After all, Gail had received enough cunt-lickings in her life to know exactly which areas of the cunt were the most sensitive, and she simply concentrated her efforts on these hot spots. After taking a couple of preliminary laps around Betsy's cuntlips, she zeroed her tongue in on the hottest spot of all--her clit. She scoured the girl's little clit with the rough surface of her tongue, sending searing pleasure signals up into Betsy's brain.
"YES, YES--EAT MY CUNT, GAIL! CHEW ME UP AND SPIT ME OUT!" Betsy whimpered, her body wilting under the heat of Gail's assault.
Next Gail pursed her lips around Betsy's hypersensitive little clit and began biting it rather sharply with her front teeth. The ensuing rush of painful pleasure forced the breath from Betsy's lungs and left her pinned back against the cab of the truck, completely paralyzed.
And then, like a boiling radiator, her cunt finally blew a gasket, and a cloudburst of pussy cum rained down onto Gail's pretty face. The surge of emotion which accompanied Betsy's earth-shattering orgasm restored her power of speech, and she screamed aloud.
"DO IT, GIRL! DRINK MY FUCKING JUICE!"
Gail was drinking some of Betsy's fuck juice, but there was such a large amount that most of it was running down her chin instead. The slippery fuck fluid gave her face a noticeable sheen, and it looked luminous and unnatural in the bright light radiating from the movie screen.
Betsy's climax was over in a matter of seconds, but Gail wasn't going to rest until she had lapped up all the orgasmic discharge. Some of it had trickled right down into Betsy's asshole, but Gail wasn't deterred in the slightest. She just followed the glistening trail of cum from the lower rim of Betsy's cunt straight into her puckered asshole.
Betsy was willing to go along with anything at this point, and she arched her back and raised her asscheeks up off the bed of the truck to allow Gail more room to work.
Gail's original intention was merely to clean the pussy slime out of Betsy's asshole, but she found its rubbery texture so much to her liking that she decided to give her ass a thorough reaming. She stuck her tongue out to make it longer and straighter, then she poked it as far into her friend's ass as it would go.
Gail's head was now wedged under Betsy's asscheeks, and Betsy shimmied up the back of the truck cab and wriggled forward until she was sitting squarely on Gail's face. She could feel her friend's nose sticking into the upper part of her asscrack while her tongue bathed her taut brown asshole.
From her perch atop Gail's face, Betsy could see the other girl's bare waist and naked legs stretched invitingly before her. She leaned forward and began massaging Gail's cunt- mound with one hand while running the fingers of her other hand through her dark, curly pussy hair!
Leaning forward had also spread her asscheeks farther apart on her friend's face, allowing the girl still more access to her cramped shithole and asscrack.
Gail put this extra space to good use, fucking her tongue deep into Betsy's asshole like a high speed drill. Having Gail's tongue buried in her asshole provided Betsy with the inspiration she needed to take her first taste of pussy. She craned her neck forward and shoved her face down between Gail's thighs until her mouth was just inches away from her dripping, twitching cunt.
"I never thought I'd see the day when I'd eat another girl's cunt, but here goes!" Betsy called aloud.
And then she took the plunge. Unlike Gail, Betsy began licking cunt at a furious pace right from the start, creating a loud slurping noise and sending up a fine spray of clear cunt juice. She found the taste of pussy rather strong, but not unpleasant. Besides, it wasn't really the taste that mattered, it was the texture, and Betsy had no complaints about that. Gail's cuntlips felt as smooth as silk to her slithering, sliding tongue.
Gail's body shuddered and shook as a powerful sexual buzz descended upon her, and she began groping wildly for Betsy's tits in order to further increase the physical stimulation she was receiving. Finally, she was able to get her hands underneath Betsy's shirt, and she was delighted to discover that her old schoolmate was not wearing a bra.
Betsy's tits were bare and untethered beneath her shirt, and they felt wonderfully warm and squishy to Gail's probing hands. Gail gripped her friend's firm, hard nipples between her fingers and tweaked them sharply, causing her to flinch and drive her face even deeper. Naturally, this only caused Gail to ream Betsy's asshole even faster and squeeze her nipples even harder, which in turn drove Betsy's tongue even deeper into Gail's cunt. This cycle continued for several more minutes like an erotic perpetual motion machine, but something had to give sooner or later.
Gail's cunt was the first thing to go. By now, Betsy had shoved her entire mouth into Gail's pussy and had completely surrounded Gail's clit with her tongue, creating an enormous buildup of tension, pressure, and sexual energy within her pussy. Eventually, her cunt surged with climax, touching off a sensory overload throughout her body that almost blew a couple of fuses. Betsy could hear muffled roars coming from beneath her asscheeks, and then she felt a stab of pain in her ass as Gail began biting her asscheeks in an orgasmic fury.
And then Betsy came too. She kept her tongue inside Gail's rippling cunt and growled like a bear while her own pussy began the familiar expansion and contraction that signaled a climax.
"BITE ME, CUNT! LICK MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Betsy snarled as she released a flood of pussy syrup down onto Gail's chin.
The two girls continued their physical and verbal abuse of each other until their orgasms had completely boiled away. By this time, the first movie had ended and several dozen additional cars had entered the lot for the second feature. Some of them were coming dangerously close to the girls' pickup. Betsy and Gail finally realized this as they were extricating themselves from one another, and they hurriedly put their shorts back on.
"I don't know about you, but I'd just as soon skip the second feature," Betsy sighed, straightening her hair.
"Yeah, me too. It's been a hell of a day, and I'm really beat," replied Gail.
There was little conversation between the two as Gail drove Betsy home. Each was preoccupied with thoughts of what had just happened between them at the drive-in, but neither felt comfortable discussing it aloud. But Gail, being the more open of the two, just had to know what Betsy thought of the affair before she dropped her off.
"So, that was a pretty wild turn of events we went through today, wouldn't you say?"
"That's for sure," Betsy replied casually. "How do you feel about it? You know, about us fucking each other?" Gail persisted.
"Jesus, Gail, I really don't know. It seemed like the thing to do at the time, but now... I just don't know. I'm really exhausted, and I think I'm just gonna sleep on it before I give it any more thought."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe I'll call you tomorrow, and we can talk about it then."
"Yeah, you do that. Say, it was really great seeing you again!"
"Same here!"
Betsy then kissed Gail on the cheek and climbed out of the truck. It had been one hell of a day, and she was glad it was over.
CHAPTER TEN
A good night's sleep refreshed Betsy's body, but not her mind. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself for fucking Gail at the drive-in. She had come to her mother's house to get away from Tom and Dick and temptations of the flesh with the hope that she could view her situation more objectively, but it was becoming increasingly apparent to her that her powerful lust was always going to get the best of her whenever there was another warm body around. It didn't even matter if it was a girl or a guy--she just liked to fuck people, and that's all there was to it.
Upon coming down to the kitchen to fix herself some coffee, Betsy discovered that her mother had already left for work.
It's just as well, Betsy thought to herself. I'd probably end up seducing her if she was here! What am I gonna do with myself? I'm such a horny little slut!
And then she began to cry. What had happened to her? She wasn't a tramp in high school, but now that she was married, she seemed to feel the need to fuck anything that moved. If only Tom hadn't turned on her. Then she would still have a perfectly acceptable outlet for all passion and lust.
It was then that Betsy realized what her problem was. Before her marriage, fucking had been like a game to her--something to do in the back seat of a car on a Saturday night. But with Tom's help and guidance, she had learned what a truly exciting and fulfilling experience it could be, and now that she had apparently lost him, she found herself looking to other people in an effort to recapture the magic of a good fuck. But it just wasn't the same without Tom. Until that moment, she hadn't realized just how much she really loved him and missed his fabulous body.
A knock at the front door jolted Betsy from her trance back into reality. Using the hallway mirror, she made herself as presentable as possible, then she ran to answer the door.
It was Tom. A rush of conflicting emotions--love, hate, anger, fear and joy clogged her brain when she saw her husband standing on the front porch.
"Well, aren't you gonna invite me in?" he asked with a slight grin.
"Oh... uh, certainly. Come on in."
"Your mom home?"
"No, she's at work. Which reminds me-- shouldn't you be at the plant right now?"
"Well, I should be, but I called in sick today."
"Hmmm. That's surprising. It's not like you to lie like that."
"Who's lying? I am sick. I'm heartsick, love-sick, and I think I'm also a little crazy." Betsy was completely baffled. This wasn't the Tom she had grown used to seeing in the last few weeks.
"I'm afraid I'm a bit confused," she remarked warily. "What do you mean you're a little crazy?"
"I think it's pretty obvious what I mean. Any guy who would turn his back on a wife like you can't be playing with a full deck!" Betsy was thunderstruck. Just when she had almost given up all hope of ever winning Tom back he was groveling at her door, begging forgiveness. It all seemed too good to be true, especially in light of what had happened Friday night.
"Buy why the sudden change?" she asked, still cautiously guarding her sensitive feelings. "I mean, after that fight we had the other night, I thought we were finished."
"So did I, at least at first. When I saw that you had been cheating on me I wanted to kill you, but then I realized it was my own damn fault. If I hadn't been such a lousy, and yes-- unfaithful--husband, you probably wouldn't have resorted to such drastic measures. At least I hope not anyway!"
"No, definitely not," Betsy whispered, her voice cracking. Tears of joy began welling up in her eyes, and she rushed into Tom's arms.
"Does this mean you'll take me back?" he asked with a laugh.
Betsy chose not to answer with words. Instead, she answered with her hands and lips, gripping Tom tightly in her arms and kissing him more passionately than she ever had before. His response was just as powerful, as his strong hands roamed all over her body. She was wearing only a flannel shirt and panties, which easily allowed him to feel all her softness and warmth right through her light summer nightclothes.
"Shall we go up to my bedroom?" Betsy whispered at last.
"That's the best idea I've heard in weeks!" With that, Tom swept Betsy off her feet and carried her up the stairs, the two of them laughing like the happy young couple they once were.
When they reached her room, Tom set Betsy down on the edge of her bed and immediately began unbuttoning her shirt. When her two gorgeous tits popped into view, he gasped as if he had never seen them before.
"Goddamn, I'd almost forgotten how well- stacked you are! And to think I've been ignoring you all this time! I MUST have been crazy!"
"Hey, let's stop dwelling on the past and concentrate instead on seeing that that kind of thing doesn't happen again, okay?" Betsy suggested, pushing Tom's head down to her full, round tits. He proceeded directly to the sharp, pointed nipple of her right tit and engulfed it with his hungry, wet mouth.
"God, if you only knew how much I've missed you!" Betsy sighed blissfully.
Tom continued to nurse himself on Betsy's tits for several more minutes, proceeding slowly and gently to savor the joy of being reunited with his beautiful young wife. Then he pulled himself away from her and stood to undress.
"Are you ready to make up for lost time?" he chuckled lustily.
"I've been ready for longer than I care to remember!" Betsy acknowledged truthfully.
She flung off her unbuttoned shirt in a flash and removed her panties almost as fast. Then she sprawled naked on the bed with her head propped up on one hand, and her other hand resting lightly on her sensuously curved hip. It was a thoroughly captivating and erotic pose, and Tom was overwhelmed by her sheer beauty.
"Jesus Christ! I can't believe it's been two months since I last made a pass at you!" he remarked, shaking his head.
Betsy still couldn't get over Tom's sudden and dramatic change in attitude. She was filled with a deep desire as she watched him pulling off his clothes, but that was really nothing new. She had felt the same passionate longing practically every night for the past two months, but the difference this time was that he was taking off his clothes for the sole purpose of fucking her, not just to prepare himself for bed.
At last, Tom was naked, and he crawled onto the bed beside his wife. He cupped her downy-soft cheeks in his hands and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Then he slowly began moving downward, kissing her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and then finally her mouth.
But he didn't stop there. He kept right on going, down across her neck, her tits, and her smooth stomach. When he reached her lower belly, he paused just long enough to nuzzle her fleecy cunt hair with his cheek. Then he skipped right over her inviting pink cuntlips and went to work on her creamy white thighs instead. He continued this steady downward trek until he had kissed every square inch of naked flesh on the front of her body. Then he rolled her over and started heading back up the other side.
Betsy just shut her eyes and enjoyed the tongue-bath Tom was giving her. The room was silent except for the sound of his relentlessly slurping tongue and an occasional moan which would involuntarily escape her throat whenever he touched a particularly sensitive area, such as the inward curve of her asscheeks just above her asshole.
Tom had always know just hot to handle Betsy in bed, and today was no exception. He knew that an aggressive approach would be too much for her to cope with after a two- month layoff, so he purposely used plenty of skill and gentleness in an effort to build the fire in her cunt into a smoldering volcano rather than a flash in the pan.
It worked perfectly. Betsy's body was twitching and shaking with pre-orgasmic tremors of delight by the time Tom finally curled himself into the familiar 69 position they both enjoyed so much.
"You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen!" Betsy squealed as she grasped Tom's expansive cock in her quivering hand. She gently planted a kiss at the very tip, causing his swollen cockhead to jerk convulsively, forcing a tear-shaped drop of pre-cum out his pisshole. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the clear, sticky fuck juice and drew it out into a long ribbon, which she then wrapped around her tongue like cotton candy.
Just then, Tom sliced his tongue into Betsy's splayed cuntlips, jolting her senses as if she had been zapped by a cattle prod. She lurched forward, enveloping his puffy cockhead and prickshaft with the fiery red sweetness of her mouth.
After his initial aggressive fuck-jab, Tom eased up somewhat, gliding his tongue around Betsy's dripping pussy with a feather-like touch. He was teasing her cunt so lightly that it almost tickled, but Betsy didn't laugh. Instead, she simply purred like a contented kitten.
Unlike the gentle, relaxed licking that Tom was giving her pussy, Betsy's cocksucking was fast and furious. Tom's wandering ways had cost them two precious months of their young marriage, and she was out to prove to him that he need never look elsewhere ever again to find a great fuck.
She was doing a good job of convincing him. Within minutes, the cum in his balls was beginning to bubble to the surface of his cockhead, almost as if she were using his prickshaft for a straw. He wasn't ready to come just yet, though.
"Whoa! Save some energy for the stretch!" he laughed, stilling his wife's bobbing head with his hands. "Besides, I wanna fuck your cunt, not your mouth!"
"Oh, yes--I'm ready for it!" Betsy sputtered, drooling on his cock. "Bury your prick in my pussy!"
"Okay, but remember--you asked for it!" Tom flip-flopped up on top of Betsy, grabbing his cock in his hand and preparing to fuck her cunt. None of the guys she had fucked during the course of the past few days had a prick with quite the length or girth of Tom's, and she was stunned to rediscover just how big his cock really was. His prickhead alone stretched her cuntmouth to painful extremes as it wormed inside. Down, down, down his cock went, making its massive presence felt in every sensitive nerve of her pussy.
"Oh God, it feels so good to be back where I belong!" Tom moaned when his monstrous cock finally struck bottom.
He lay still for a few moments, kissing Betsy tenderly on the mouth and allowing his bloated prick to settle slowly into the thick, rich quicksand of her cunt. Then he withdrew his ten inches of bulky cockmeat from her slippery cunt sleeve and began the methodical in- and-out motion of a comfortable, Relaxing fuck.
"Hot damn, nobody fucks better, and that's the truth!" Betsy whispered. "I love you, honey! I really do!"
"And I love you too, babe!" Tom gasped in reply.
Unlike the lust-inspired things each of them had spouted during their extramarital affairs, Tom and Betsy really meant what they were saying this time. Lust is fine, but love is better, and a combination of the two can't be beat.
Rather than racing blindly toward a climax, Betsy and Tom were fucking slow and easy, enjoying not only the exciting tingle produced by the joining of cock and cunt, but also the warmth and intimacy of being in each other's arms again. In many ways, this momentous fuck was the most important of their marriage, for it proved that the bonds between them could not easily be broken. Falling in love was one thing--staying in love was something else again.
Finally a simultaneous orgasm began to swell in their loins, and Betsy and Tom increased the pace of their fucking accordingly. Betsy was now driving upward with her hips, angling her body so that her red-hot, distended clit was receiving maximum contact from Tom's onrushing cock. She also grabbed his asscheeks in her hands and used them like a steering wheel to guide his mammoth prick into her choking pussy.
Tom's face, now flushed from exertion, was hovering just inches above Betsy's, and he was gazing deeply into the aqua-blue pools of her eyes. Her utter femininity was rapidly coaxing the cum from his balls, and he wanted to make sure that she was on the brink of climax too.
"I can let loose any time now, so just say the word, baby, and I'll shoot my load!" he panted.
"Wait... another second or two..." she wheezed. "Okay--NOW! YES, YES--DO IT!"
"HERE IT COMES!"
"OH YES, I FEEL IT... EEEEAAA- UUURRGGGHHH!"
The heat of passion welded their two bodies into one bucking, rocking mass of flesh as their orgasms exploded inside their brains, crotches, and all points in between. Screams of ecstasy rushed from their throats as fast as the cum rushed from Tom's cock, and they crushed each other tightly in their arms, wringing every last drop of pleasure from that very special moment.
And then it was over. Tom's rigid, driving body buckled and collapsed as the last burst of cum spurted from his prick, and he smothered Betsy like an avalanche. He was nearly suffocating her with the dead weight of his solid, muscular frame, but she didn't mind in the least. Her entire being was enveloped by a post-orgasmic weariness, and she closed her eyes and drifted lazily off toward sleep. The only sensation she was aware of was the occasional twitching of Tom's still-spasming cock in her jizz-saturated pussy.
"So who was he?" Tom asked at last. The question came like a bolt from the blue, and since Betsy was now only half-awake, she could make little sense out of it.
"Huh? Who was who?" she asked, struggling to shake the cobwebs.
"Who was the guy you went out with last Friday?"
Tom had assumed of course that Betsy had been with just one guy the day she had gone to the lake. Little did he know that it had actually been a drunken, decadent gang-bang, with his wife being the center of attention. And he had no idea that she had also fucked Jerry and Gail since returning home.
"Do you really want to know?" Betsy asked quietly. Now that she had her husband back, she felt guilty and ashamed of her slutty behavior during the past week, and it pained her to even think about it.
"Well I think it's only natural that I'd be curious," Tom continued. "I mean, aren't you at all interested in knowing who I've been fucking around with?"
"No, not really. If it's a friend of mine, I'd just end up hating her for life, and if it's not a friend of mine, well, then her name wouldn't mean much to me anyway."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tom conceded. "Well, okay, then let me ask you this. Without naming names, do you enjoy fucking someone besides me?"
It was a tough question, and Betsy took her time formulating a reply. True, no other guy could match Tom in the sack, and true, her indiscreet affairs had left her ridden with guilt, but she still couldn't deny that she enjoyed fucking those other people. "Well, in all honesty, I'd have to say that I just plain enjoy fucking as a rule, whether it's with you or somebody else," Betsy answered at last. "I'm a normal, healthy girl, and I just like the feel of a cock in my cunt or in my mouth."
Tom's expression clearly indicated that it pained him to hear his wife admit that she liked fucking others besides him, but he didn't come right out and say it. The silence felt uncomfortable, and Betsy quickly asked another question geared to turn the tables and put Tom on the defensive.
"Well what about you? Do you like to fuck other chicks?"
He also chose his words carefully before answering.
"Well, yeah, I do, for the same reason that you like fucking other guys. Variety is the spice of life, so they say. It would be nice if we could just fuck whoever we wanted whenever we wanted without things like jealousy and guilt messing everything up."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Betsy sighed. She thought the conversation was over, but Tom had a little surprise for her.
"Listen, baby, I've been thinking. How would you feel about having other people join us when we fuck? That way we could have a little variety and still be together, too."
Betsy was floored. It was a possibility she had never even considered before, and she couldn't quite believe Tom was suggesting it. Still, after her initial shock had begun to fade, she realized that such an arrangement could eliminate a lot of problems and lead to a more rewarding marriage. She was just about to tell Tom that she was intrigued by the idea, but before she could speak, the phone rang downstairs.
"Hold that thought!" she chirped, scrambling out of bed.
It was Gail who was on the phone. She was on her lunch hour at her father's hardware store, and she had decided to call Betsy to get her feelings on what had happened between them at the drive-in the night before.
"So, how did you like seeing your first X-rated movie?" she asked after the perfunctory greeting.
"It was great! It got me hornier than hell, as I'm sure you noticed!" Betsy replied.
"Oh yeah, I noticed all right!" Gail laughed. "In fact, that's why I called. I wanted to know if you felt guilty this morning about us eating each other's cunt out."
"Fuck no! It was just good, clean fun!"
"Yeah, that's how I feel! I mean, your cunt is no substitute for a good cock, but it's better than nothing, which is all I've been getting lately!"
"Hmmm. So you like both cocks and cunts, huh?" Betsy said, concocting a plan. "Well how would you like one of each?"
Betsy then went on to explain how she and Tom had just been discussing having a third person fuck with them, and she asked Gail if she would like to come over that afternoon to join in. Gail was supposed to work until five o'clock, but she immediately agreed to take the afternoon off when Betsy made her tempting offer.
"Who was that?" Tom asked when his wife returned to bed.
"Oh, it was just a friend of my mother's," Betsy replied casually, struggling to keep a grin off her face.
"So, did you give anymore thought to... "
"Let's not discuss it right now, okay?" Betsy interrupted. She wanted to spring Gail on Tom as a complete surprise. "I don't want to talk, I want to suck!"
Fueled by the anticipation of Gail's arrival, she proceeded to give him an extremely inspired blow job. She was just swallowing the last of his cum when the doorbell rang.
"I wonder who that could be?" Betsy asked innocently, licking cum from her fingers. She threw on her robe, hustled down the stairs, and quietly ushered Gail up to her room. Then she waited in the hall while Gail barged in on Tom unannounced.
"Hi, I'm Gail! Betsy told me you were interested in adding a little extra cunt to your sex life!"
Totally startled, Tom's mouth dropped open, and he dove under the covers.
"What the... BETSY!"
Betsy stumbled into the bedroom, doubled over with laughter. Gail also broke up at that point, and soon Tom was laughing too.
"Damn, you sure didn't waste any time finding someone to join us, did you?" he chuckled, turning to Betsy.
"Nope! I happen to know from firsthand experience that Gail has a dynamite pussy, and she also told me she likes to suck cock, so I figured the three of us would really hit it off!"
"She sounds like my kinda gal, all right!"
"Come on, Gail," Betsy went on. "Take your clothes off, and let's fuck! We're really gonna have to work at it, 'cause Tom has come twice today already!"
"Oh, don't you girls worry about me!" Tom laughed. "I have not yet begun to fuck!"
