Dr. Guenter Klow

Dr. Klow's Gallery Of Women: Bette

Chapter 1

"Stop behaving like a bloody twit," Bette told her naked reflection in the full length mirror. "There isn't going to be any change in how you look after you get rid of your virginity."

"But are you sure? Really sure?" her reflection seemed to ask. "Shut up and get into your panties so Derek can get you out of them and get rid of that seal in your pussy."

Before leaving the bathroom, Bette paused as if to take inventory of her physical assets. She counted two breasts. They were neither big nor small, she decided, just average in size.

"They are beautiful," she mused aloud as she fondled the firmly jutting, creamy white breasts and watched pink nipples darken and elongate. "Derek will love my breasts. God, it's going to feel so good when he does things with his hands and mouth. I just know he'll suck my breasts. Will I feel like a mother having a baby suck? No, I'll feel horny, that's what I'll feel."

Bette continued the inventory. She admired her not quite flat tummy, just slightly rounded and then the neat triangle of reddish brown hair below, where her firm, white thighs met.

"He'll like it all," she told herself. "When he sees me like this, he'll want to part my thighs and look at what I'm hiding between them. My flesh is young and firm and so smooth. He'll be dying to spread my thighs and see my cunt, my tender little virginal cunt. He'll want to see it and touch it. He's going to be gentle. I know he is. He won't be like those pigs at school, grabby and rough. He'll know just what to do and how to do it."

As she talked to herself, Bette felt her thighs moving apart, found a hand slipping between them, rubbing gently on her vulva.

"Should I masturbate?" she asked herself as the tips of her fingers parted a moist path to make that possible. "No, not now. I'm randy, I'll keep it that way and let Derek do it all."

Her mind was too slow in flashing the message and one finger slipped slowly, gently into the slit before she was able to order it out.

"Get your finger out of your slit and get dressed, you randy bitch," she told herself, then she laughed an almost silent laugh as she walked naked to her bedroom.

Bette was free to walk naked around her house because her parents were away. It was her eighteenth birthday and they weren't there to help her celebrate.

They had arranged for an employee of her father's firm to deliver the red Corvette and the salesman's professional smile as he handed her the key, but they couldn't change their travel plans to be there themselves. That would have been too much trouble. That would have involved love and they couldn't waste their time on something silly like that. It wasn't as if love were as important as money.

"Bastards," she snapped angrily as she sat on the edge of her bed and began dressing. "Goddamn selfish bastards. They can't spare me any love, just money. Okay, Derek will offer love when I give him my virginity. For just a little while, I'll be loved or at least, made to feel that I'm being loved. I hope he likes my uniform. Oh hell, I'm sure he will. How often does he have eighteen year old virgins coming to him to be deflowered?"

The eighteen-year-old virgin put the white satin garter belt on, then drew on the dark brown nylons and attached the suspenders. She liked the way the nylons caressed her firm, white thighs and was sure Derek would too.

After that she slipped into a pair of white nylon panties and smiled as she saw the bulge of her nicely bushed mons veneris through the stretched fabric.

"White is the color of virginity," she told herself as she reached for the white bra she had purchased for the big event. "Perhaps if I have him fuck me again, I'll wear sexy black lingerie, but this time, it has to be white for the vestal virgin."

Tucking her breasts into the cups of the bra, she sighed, fastened it, rubbed her hands over the more than well filled cups, then reached for the short dress that was the rest of her uniform.

"I wonder what the neighbors will think when they see me walking out of the house, getting into my new car?" she asked aloud. "Wouldn't they shit if they knew that Bette, the eighteen-year-old virgin is going out on her birthday to have her cherry plucked?" She laughed as she hurried from her bedroom, paused in the living room to pick up the keys of her car, then she was outside, her skin tingling with excitement, seeming to respond to the touch of sun and air as she anticipated other touches she would feel in just a little while, the touches of the man she had chosen to rid her of the impediment of virginity.

"Hi, Bette," her neighbor, Mrs. Carlson called as she paused from her chore of digging dandelions out of her front lawn. "You look as radiant as a bride."

"Do I?" Bette asked with a beaming smile as she paused for a moment. "I guess I feel radiant, but not as a bride."

"What do you mean?" the matron asked, a puzzled frown on her tired face.

"I mean if I were a bride, it would mean that some man was going to own me. That, wouldn't make me feel at all radiant."

"Oh you young ones," the woman said with a sigh and a smile that looked almost bitter, "you're so smart. If our generation had been that smart at your age, the world would be a very different place."

"For better or for worse?" Bette asked and realized that she was staring down into the crotch of the woman as she squatted.

The mature thighs looked big and smooth and white, yet there was something wrong, as if the fleshy nest they were capable of providing, was somehow neglected, unoccupied. Mrs. Carlson had a husband, but as Bette thought of the man, of seeing him sitting on the porch in his singlet, swigging beer from a bottle, looking sweaty and unshaven, she decided the woman showed good taste in keeping the space between her clean thighs unoccupied if he was the alternative.

"Don't tell anyone I said so, Bette, but for better. I wish someone had told me that when I was your age."

"I won't tell if you won't, Mrs. Carlson," Bette told the woman, moving closer and lowering her voice. "I'm on my way to spend the night with a beautiful man who is going to take my virginity. That's why I look so happy."

"I think you mean that, Bette. That's why you are wearing white," she added and as she looked up, Bette realized how short her dress was, short enough so that the woman was able to see her panties. "I hope it will be very good for you. It was not good for me the first time. My husband, he was like an animal."

"This won't be like that. I picked the man especially for the job."

"But no. The woman does not pick the man. The man picks the woman."

"That was then, Mrs. Carlson. This is now. When I want a mechanic to work on my car, I'll pick one, a good one. When I want a man to work on my cunt, I choose the right man for the job."

"So different the world is, Bette. Too soon I was born and too late I learn. For you it is so different."

"Are you going to wish me luck, Mrs. Carlson?" Bette asked, feeling that it was somehow important.

"Luck you do not need," the woman replied, her accent rising with her excitement as she got to her feet. "Always I know you are a beautiful girl. Now, under your dress, I see a beautiful woman. 'very beautiful, so much that I get excitement. When I see you next time, I hope you will say it was very good, very beautiful. Your man, he is young?"

"No, my man is forty-two years old. He has had many women. He knows all the things to do to make it good for me."

"Ah yes. Later, you will marry him?"

"Good God, no. I just want a nice fuck, not a bloody husband. I really have to get going, Mrs. Carlson. He's waiting for me and I have a feeling that his cock is very big and hard and just waiting to get between my legs."

"Such a girl you are, Bette. No," the woman amended, "I say such a woman. You make me very excite. You see this?" the woman asked showing Bette the handle of the trowel she had been using.

"Yes."

"I go into my house now. My pants I take off. He will be my lover. 'very gentle. I will thinking of you. You have very good time. Have nice, loving fuck. Goodbye now, Bette."

It had been a crazy conversation, Bette told herself as she hurried to the low slung, fire engine red car, but she was glad she had done it. Somehow, it augured well for what was ahead.

The engine roared in response to her touch and in doing so, it filled her with a sense of power. With just a touch, she had achieved that and in a little while, she would make a man roar with desire, a gentle, intelligent, handsome man. But she would control that power as she controlled the power of the car with her foot.

Virgins are supposed to be terrified and trembling, she told herself as she guided the car away from the curb and out into the light traffic of early evening. But she wasn't at all terrified and any trembling she felt was in the form of delicious waves of desire which fanned out from a little pink place in her crotch.

The waves fanned a little more strongly as she recalled how the woman had looked up at her crotch, how the wrinkled face had flushed as though with desire. Already, Bette guessed, the woman was in her bedroom or bathroom, probably naked from the waist down and, as the other end of the tool had dug into the earth, now the handle, the smooth, hard wood, would be digging into her vagina, helping her find beauty in fantasy as she had never been able to find it in reality with her husband.

"Christ, Bette, turn this off before you rack up your car and yourself," Bette warned herself, then laughed as she recalled the last line of a limerick that went, "and instead of coming, he went."

To help take her mind off her erotic thoughts, she concentrated on recalling all of the limerick. After a little while, she achieved her goal and, as she threaded the car easily through the heavier downtown traffic, she repeated the limerick aloud.

There once was a man from Ghent, Whose cock was so long that it bent.

To save himself trouble, He stuck it in double, And instead of coming, he went."

"I wonder how long Derek's cock is?" she asked herself. "I should have asked, but what the hell, I shocked him enough by telling him I had decided that he should be the one to get rid of my virginity."

Bette laughed aloud as she recalled the series of looks that had come over the face of her former history teacher. At first, there had been a stunned expression, then a look of disbelief, then those dark brown eyes had shone with excitement, beautiful laugh lines showing. She thought she had also seen a bulge appear in the front of his camelcloth slacks, but she couldn't be sure. It could have been her imagination. But no matter, she told herself and smiled a contented smile as she guided the car to a stop in front of his apartment building, if the bulge wasn't already there, it would be, when she walked into his apartment and confirmed that he hadn't been dreaming, that indeed he had been chosen to deflower a beautiful young virgin.

As she opened the door and swung her long legs out of the car, she looked down at her thighs and trembled. In just a little while, there would be a beautiful, naked man lying between those thighs and she would know the feel of having a very stiff penis throbbing deeply in her vagina.

Her knees felt weak as she stood beside the car and breathed deeply of the flower scented evening air. Were there really flowers or did her imagination make them bloom, she wondered, then decided it didn't matter. If she smelled flowers, then there were flowers.

"Hi honey," a voice called from a car that slowed and drew closer to the curb, "how would you like a big thrill?"

The caller looked to be about twenty, a curly -haired blond youth with pimples and a dumb expression. The driver didn't look like much of an improvement. Both youths looked eager as she approached their car and paused with her hands resting on the sill of the open window.

"Go home and jerk off as usual, little boys," she told them in a carefully controlled tone. "Give me a call when you've grown up and perhaps I'll think about it."

Bette wanted to laugh aloud, but decided it would spoil the image she had established, so she merely smiled as she walked up the pathway to the apartment building and heard the roar of the engine and the burning of rubber as the car took off.

Chapter 2

"Come on it, beautiful Bette," Derek greeted her with a smile that confirmed for Bette that she had chosen the right man to be her first lover. "I was so afraid you'd change your mind."

"I never had a moment's doubt, Derek," she told him, then the door closed behind her, he took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "Mmmm, that was nice," Derek said as the kiss ended and he continued to hold her. "I'm going to want more of that."

"I'm going to want more than that," she said with a little laugh.

"Glad to hear it. I can assure you there will be a lot more. I didn't want to scare you by coming on too strong too fast."

"Thanks. I know you expected me to be a bundle of nerves, ready to cry at the first step, but you can forget that. I'm going to be the most eager seduction you've ever known."

"You mean you're really as poised and cool as you appear to be?"

"Poised, yes. Cool, no. I'm hot for you in all the right places, like between my thighs."

"My God, Bette, you're too good to be true. Now then, about kissing. I'd love to borrow that beautiful mouth again."

"Take it, lover," Bette told him and he watched her tongue lick over her lips.

As their mouths met again, the kiss began gently, as the first one had, but then came a beautiful difference, one Bette felt inside the crotch of her panties as Derek opened his mouth, she opened hers and then their mouths were mashing together, wetly.

When his tongue came out to play in her mouth, it found an eager playmate and as they felt his penis stiffening and throbbing against her tummy, just above the place where she felt a demanding churning sensation.

Bette pressed against the black silk robe he wore and as she felt the stiff penis twitching, she sensed that the man was naked under the robe. Her hands rubbed down his back until they cupped his buttocks and she tugged at them, pulling them more closely together.

"God, I have to take a break or I'm going to shoot my charge on your dress instead of where I want to."

"Where we both want to. God, Derek, your cock feels so big and hard and strong. It drove me out of my mind. Do you mind that I use words like cock?"

"On the contrary, I find it exciting that a beautiful, intelligent virgin uses such words. Would you like me to do the same?"

"Yes," she replied with enthusiasm. "Tell me where you're going to stick that cock and what you're going to do to me when it's there."

"I'm going to slowly work the full length of my stiff cock into your tight little cunt," he whispered hoarsely, "and then I'm going to make love to you by fucking you. My strong prick will fuck your beautiful cunt."

"Oh yes… yes… I want that, my darling. I want you to fuck me. Derek, are you naked under your robe?"

"Yes,"

"Please. May I see and feel your big, strong cock right now?"

"You may do anything you want, dear. I'll open my robe."

"No, let me," Bette said, her tone urgent, then she dropped to her knees and her hands trembled a little as they parted the black silk robe and she gasped aloud at the sight of the long, strong looking erection with the swollen, almost purple head. "Oh God, it's so lovely," she said in a tone of awe, "So big and strong and so beautiful."

"You've seen cocks before, haven't you, darling?" Derek asked as her right hand closed gently around the shaft and squeezed.

"Not like this. Not hard. Ooh, it feels so very hard. Is your cock a lot bigger than average, Derek?" she asked as her other hand closed gently around the big head that felt like velvet.

"No, it's not. It's six inches long and just about average in diameter."

"I can't believe it. When I stick a finger up my slit, it feels so tight. How will you ever get all of this great cock into me?"

"The vagina is a magic thing, darling. It had the ability to stretch a great deal and to welcome very big invaders, if they're gentle as my cock is going to be."

"Oh yes, Derek, yes. That's why I chose you. You are a strong man, but you're so gentle. May I kiss the magnificent cock that is going to relieve me of my virginity."

"That would be my pleasure, darling," Derek told her and he unfastened the sash and allowed his robe to fall wide open.

Still holding the shaft gently, Bette licked her lips as her mouth approached the magic wand, then she kissed lovingly, her lips slightly parted, her exhaled breath warm and moist.

"Mmmm… mmmmm," her sounds added to his delight as Bette covered the head with kisses, then kissed her way down a long, hard shaft until she was nuzzling in his pubic hair.

She recalled stories she had heard about unpleasant odor and taste, but there was nothing at all unpleasant. Her man smelled and tasted clean. Her lips kissed their way up to the head again and this time her mouth opened wide, she lowered her face and then the head was completely in her mouth and as she sucked on it, she made a thrilling humming sound.

"I love this, darling, but you'd better stop," Derek told her, "or you'll take my first charge in your mouth instead of in your sweet little cunt."

"Will you let me do that later? I mean take all your semen right in my mouth?"

"What a joy that will be, dear," he assured her. "I love having my cock sucked under any circumstances, but to have it sucked by so beautiful an angel will be a whole new delight."

Derek helped her to her feet and as they embraced and kissed again, she felt the naked penis throbbing its silent message of desire.

When the kiss ended, Derek released her, stepped back and casually took his robe off.

"You're a beautiful nude," she observed.

"Thank you, darling. I don't have the body of a football player by any means."

"If you had, I wouldn't be here. I think you have the body of an artist, a lover," she told him as her hands rubbed his chest and shoulders, then worked gently down until they met at the base of his upstanding penis.

"Mmmm, I really like the way you handle your lover, angel," Derek said, his smile underlining his words.

"I'm glad. You're ready to make love now, aren't you?"

"'very."

"Would it hurt you in any way to wait a little while before we do?"

"Not at all. You're much too beautiful to be rushed into. Are you a bit nervous after all?"

"Oh no, just good nervous, excited, tingly. I'd like to delay it because I'm enjoying the anticipation. Does that make any sense to you?"

"It makes a lot of sense to me, darling. God, what an unusual virgin you are. You're the high point of my forty-two years of living. This is a night I'll never forget, no matter how long I love."

"I don't think I'll ever forget it either. It wouldn't spoil anything if we had a drink, would it?"

"Of course not. One or two drinks will contribute to our mood. More than that is bad for lovemaking. What can I get you from my well stocked bar. How does chilled champagne sound?"

"Perfect. We can drink a toast to the removal of my cherry."

"I'd offer to drink it from your slipper, angel," he told her as he got the bottle from the cooler behind the bar, "but I see that your slippers are toeless and heelless. Besides, booze ruins shoes, makes them wet and soggy."

"I like you, Derek. You're a practical romantic," she told him as they laughed together, then the cork popped with a rush of gas and bounced off the ceiling.

While Derek poured two glasses, Bette retrieved it and put it in the little bag she carried.

"A souvenir?" Derek asked.

"Yes, but a special kind of souvenir," she told him as she took it out of the bag and showed it to him. "You see? It's rather like a miniature penis. There will be times when I'm alone and remembering this night. I'll part the lips of my cunt and use this rounded head to rub my clit while I think of you and of tonight. I'll have wonderful champagne that comes with lots of bubbles."

"What an amazing woman you are, Bette," Derek told her as he handed her a glass. "In the course of your lifetime, you're going to make the world a better place."

"I expect to, Derek, but not as Pollyana or Mary Poppins. Shall we drink to my defloration?"

"To the loving removal of a cherry from an angel," Derek said, raising his glass, their glasses touched and they drank their toast, neither aware of the incongruity of a naked, obviously aroused man and a fully clothed, beautiful young woman.

Guiding Bette to a comfortable chair, Derek seated her, then raised the hem of her dress above the tops of dark brown nylons which caressed her lovely white thighs. After that, he sat opposite her, smiling.

"I hope you like what you see," she told him as she looked down at her thighs and felt thankful that they were so beautiful, so smooth and firm and white.

"The beauty of your thighs is far more intoxicating than the champagne, my darling. "I'm delighted that you aren't wearing bloody pantyhose."

"I'm glad I pleased you. What do you have against pantyhose?"

"They're an abomination on every count. They deprive a woman of her natural beauty, of the contrast between sheer nylons and luscious thighs. They're madly impractical for lovers and beyond that, they're going to lead to a generation of women with terminal crotch rot."

"You're too much, Derek," Bette said when she stopped laughing, having spilled only a little champagne on her dress. "You're beautifully too much. You talk about being lucky, but I think I'm the lucky one. No, wait a minute, luck had nothing to do with it. I selected the perfect man for a very important job. Does that sound cold?"

"Not at all. Already, you've discovered what a lot of people never learn, that we make our own luck. At the risk of sounding immodest, which I am, you chose a very good lover and as a result, your first fuck, despite the pain of a ruptured hymen, will be a thing of joy. The pleasure will transcend the pain. God, I sound scholarly."

"You're all things, Derek, including scholar and lover and clown and bartender. Oh God, my cunt is just tingling with desire. Can it ever be as exciting as the first time?"

"With the right partner, it can get better every time, darling," Derek told her as he came to sit beside her, then his right hand caressed a firm thigh through a nylon top as she sighed, then she sighed again as the hand moved higher, gently making love to a silken thigh.

"That feels so good, Derek. Please keep touching me as we talk. You're so strong, so much a man and yet you're as gentle as a woman."

"Have you made love with a woman, Bette?"

"Not yet, but I'm going to so I can find out what it's like. That doesn't shock you, does it?"

"Of course not. I sometimes make love with men, though in a rather one sided way, I must confess," he told her as his hand moved higher up her thigh, raising the hem of her dress so that he caught a glimpse of the virginal white panties which caressed her delectable bottom. "What do you mean, one sided?"

"I like to have a gentle young man suck my cock, make love to my body with his hands, caress my balls and all that. If he has a nice, smooth, hairless bum, I like to work my cock up his asshole and fuck him. I'm very selfish though in that I won't suck cocks or take cock up the ass. If my partner likes to have his cock jerked off, I'll do that for him."

"Do you find partners who are satisfied with that?"

"Lots. Last Tuesday night I was visited by a young man I met at the chess club. He has a smooth girlish body. I kept him here all night and when I bum-fucked him goodbye in the morning, it was the fourth time I went off with my tool buried in his ass. He didn't walk away, he floated on air."

"Which do you like better, men or women?"

"Women, I think, but it's a matter of mood, of where and when. I'm as close as you're going to get to a true bisexual."

"Do you suck women too? I mean, their cunts?"

"Of course. Any man who would stick his cock in a cunt he hasn't thoroughly sucked and licked is a barbarian, and any woman who permits it is a fool."

"I'm not a fool, Derek, but I guess you knew that."

"I knew it from the very start, darling," he told Bette as he parted thighs which moved eagerly at his bidding, then his hand was gently rubbing on thin nylon where it snugged against a virginal vulva that felt deliciously warm and soft.

Bette sighed warmly, moved closer to the naked man and as her body responded to the erotic touch, Derek felt warm, moist nylon under his fingers.

"I hope I won't be too juicy when you suck my cunt, Derek," she whispered, her voice breaking as the gently moving hand drove her wild with desire.

"You couldn't possibly be, my angel. I'll drink your juice as a hummingbird drinks nectar from flowers. My tongue will probe deeply for more and more while you squirm with my face buried in your crotch."

"Oh Derek, I'm so excited. You're driving me out of my mind," Bette told him with a little groan.

"And it hasn't' even started yet, darling. Where I'm going to take you will make heaven seem like a very dull place."

"I know that, Derek. I can feel it already. Oh, my panties are so wet, my cunt is so hot. Is it time now, Derek my darling lover?"

'It's time, my angel."

As they got to their feet, Derek surprised her when he picked her up as easily as if she were a baby and walked unhurriedly to the bedroom.

Chapter 3

"I'm still not nervous, Derek," Bette told the man as he stopped beside the bed, "but oh my God, am I ever horny. I can feel my cunt twitching like a fish on a hot rock."

"I have a beautiful, six-inch cure for that problem," he told her as he put her down on her feet, "and Doctor Derek is going to apply the medicine where it will do us both the most good." "Standing up?" Bette asked with a little laugh. "I thought you were going to put me to bed, Doctor."

"I'm going to put you in bed, angel. But first, we have to unveil this work of art."

His fingers moved deftly and then Bette's dress was gone and she stood as a work of erotic art in white bra and panties, white garter belt and dark brown nylons. Her shoes had been dropped during the brief trip to the bedroom.

When Derek took her in his arms and they shared another passionate kiss, she felt his throbbing penis against her tummy, felt a spot of wetness where his excitement leaked in the form of semen. As he picked her up again and put her down on the bed, Bette rubbed at the semen with the tips of her fingers. It felt sticky and very nice.

Bette allowed him to move her hand away, then he was lying atop her and she felt his penis throbbing in her hot crotch as his mouth came down on hers in a kiss that made her forget every previous kiss.

When his mouth left hers, his body moved down and then his face was buried between the bulging cups of her bra and she felt him alternately kissing and inhaling the fragrance of clean, unperfumed woman body. At first, Bette told herself she wanted that to go on forever, then she cancelled the order as she realized that nice as it was, she wanted other things to happen.

As he kissed and licked in the cleavage of her breasts, Derek's hands were both strong and gentle as he fondled her breasts through the light bra, then she was being turned, felt his fingers slipping the hooks of her bra, than that garment was gone and she saw her naked breasts pointing toward the ceiling and, more importantly, she saw the look of joy and lust on the handsome face of the man.

"How magnificently beautiful," he whispered huskily as his voice broke with passion as he claimed her breasts with both hands. "How incredibly beautiful, how firm, how sweet and satin smooth."

Derek may have said other things after that, but Bette couldn't be sure because his mouth was filled with breast so that she heard only a muffled, humming sound as he fondled one breast while he sucked the other, then changed the order of things while Bette sang her song of ecstasy without using any words at all, just sighs and moans and labored groans of desire.

With each breast, the man seemed to read her sounds and he stopped sucking just at that moment when her nipple felt so raw and sensitized that it was almost painful, and then he was kissing a moist trail down over her tummy, pausing to lovingly rape her navel with his tongue, leaving a pool of saliva in it as his hands caught the top of her little white panties and she raised her bottom off the bed to help him strip the garment down her legs and off. The moment she was freed of the restriction of her panties, Bette felt her legs spread wide, as though with a mind of their own, as if they took their message from her vagina, rather than her brain.

"How beautiful. How incredibly beautiful," Derek said as he stared at pink heaven in her crotch, then an unhurried visual tour of her lovely body, all the way up to a face that was more than beautiful as it seemed to shine with the radiance of her ecstasy.

"Should I take my nylons off, lover?" Bette asked.

"Absolutely not, darling. Your garter belt and nylons enhance your nudity," Derek told her as he put a hand on each nylon and slowly felt his way up, marveling at the firmness of the shapely thighs.

"Oh Derek, I can see everything. It's so exciting," she panted.

"Tell me what you can see, angel," he invited as his two hands fondled expanded nylon tops.

"I can see your hands on my thighs. That's so sexy. I see your big, strong cock and your lovely big balls dangling while you play with me. Your cock is twitching. Is that because it wants to get into my cunt to fuck me?"

"It is indeed, but my cock is going to have to wait."

"Aw, don't be mean to your nice cock. Why don't you let it have its way?"

"Sorry, that greedy prick will have to learn to be a bit more patient. My lips and tongue have prior claim to that little pink blossom between your luscious thighs and I do have to be fair," he told her with a frown and Bette sighed more loudly as the hands began to move over silken skin and her crotch opened even wider in erotic invitation.

Bette hungered to feel those hands on her vulva. She told him so, but Derek had plans of his own.

Before that, he wanted to stroke the satiny thighs and make her squirm, pant and tremble with desire. Not only would it be wildly exciting for him, but it would enhance her pleasure at the first touch.

Unlike other women her age, Bette had never engaged in any form of petting. In her early teens she had promised herself that she wouldn't play until she was ready to go all the way. Keeping that promise had been surprisingly simple and now it was time to collect her rewards in the exciting knowledge that each touch, each kiss was a step toward the ultimate goal of sharing her body with a man, the man of her choice, sharing it in a manner that would involve a piece of his body being buried inside her body, with the magic juice of manhood being pumped into vagina to form an erotic bond.

Moving her pliant body easily, Derek raised her legs and bent them back over her body. With his face close to her arched behind, he marveled again at the beauty that was framed by the garter belt. He saw another pink aperture, between the spread buttocks. It too looked tempting and his throbbing penis seemed to see it too as it twitched strongly to tell him that it wanted to invade that tiny pink ring and stretch it. Derek told his penis to forget about that for the time being, but the impudent little bugger didn't seem to be listening.

The tips of his fingers moved closer and closer to an eager-to-be-touched vulva and the young beauty moaned with passion and squirmed hotly.

Slowly, his fingers moved closer and closer to the pink, hairless vulva until one finger moved in a slow oval pattern in which it almost, but not quite, touched the pouting labiae in the warm, white nest of wide open crotch.

As it moved, Bette felt his cheek brush against an inner thigh, felt moist breath bathing her, then the finger did touch and her body jerked.

"That didn't hurt, did it, darling?" came a whisper from her crotch.

"Oh no, sweet Jesus, no. Oh darling, take me… take me… Do anything you want with me. It's so good… so… uh… good."

She felt the man moving in her crotch, then shrieked in ecstasy as his lips touched her tender crotch lips in a kiss so light that it was a kiss of butterflies and gentle July breezes.

The kiss was repeated, his mouth moved, then a low, broken cry of passion tore from Bette's throat as a slightly raspy tongue touched the bottom of her slit, paused, then slowly licked all the way up to the top. There was a pause, then the deliciously maddening tongue again licked slowly from the bottom to the top of her vulva.

Not just her vulva, but her whole body tingled and trembled as electric charges radiated out from her crotch, then the voltage was increased as Bette realized that these were only the preliminary touches and that the man had told her he would suck and lick there until she climaxed.

What she had experienced to that point was greater by far than any orgasm she had ever experienced and she found herself wondering whether she could survive the promised joys of oral sex to orgasm.

His fingers still feather light, Derek parted those tender lips and he trembled as he stared into the darker interior which shone brightly with virgin dew. His plans for further teasing went out the window and, with a groan, his open mouth pressed down onto her vulva and he began to suck.

"Oh Jesus… Jesus… you're sucking… you're sucking my cunt," Bette announced, although it seemed obvious that he was aware of that. "Oh yes… yes… yes… Oh Christ… it's wild… suck… suck… suck… oh sweet Jesus… my cunt… my cunt… suck… suck… suck… "

She heard the slurping sounds from her crotch, heard the man's muffled moans and groans and felt his fingers and palms adding to her joy as they explored her tummy and hips and thighs then they strayed upward until each hand held one of her breasts and she discovered that her nipples could get as aroused and as sensitive as her clit.

"It's too good… it's too good," Bette panted as Derek fondled and sucked. "Nothing can be this good… oh yes… yes… suck… suck… suck my cunt my darling lover angel."

Derek didn't need to be told what to do, but he gave no indication that he resented her directions as his arms wrapped around her hips, he raised her body higher and as he went on sucking, Bette looked up to see that his hair and face were wet with perspiration.

And then she understood why his greedily sucking mouth found so much juice in her slit as she felt him pouring his saliva into her where it could blend with her vaginal juice to provide more and more for the greedy man to suck.

Derek was so generous with his saliva that despite his voracious sucking, her vagina was unable to hold it all and she felt warm fluid trickling down into the crack of her behind, then down her back to add to her fierce delight.

And still he sucked on as though the fluid he stole from her generous slit was necessary to sustain life and her hot little well produced that fluid copiously.

But there were higher peaks of ecstasy yet to scale, Bette discovered as she felt his tongue snaking into her wildly tingling vaginal slit. It probed and darted like a wild creature, an erotic asp. Each touch, each lashing flick increased the voltage of the electrical charges and each time she felt sure she had achieved the ultimate in arousal, the man licked her upward to yet another plateau.

"Oh Derek… Derek," she panted as his tongue licked slowly over and around her tenderized clitoris, "I'm… uh… going to… uh… to come… come… come…"

His arms wrapped more tightly around her sweat-wet, naked body, his tongue continued the maddeningly slow lapping, then all the world and heaven and hell exploded in her crotch, Bette gasped, shrieked, then her body was jerking madly in orgasm the like of which she had never even imagined.

Derek withdrew his tongue but kept his open mouth warmly over her vagina, comforting and congratulating the virgin as spasm after spasm tore through her lovely young body. When the spasms finally passed, Bette was too weak to speak and Derek, understanding, was content to hold her and bathe in the golden glow that radiated from her.

"Oh Derek," she managed later, her voice small and trembly, "I don't believe it. Nothing in all the world can be like that."

"Do I take it that you found a bit of pleasure in your first cunt lapping, my little angel?"

"You nut," she responded and managed a little laugh. "You must be the world's greatest lover, but to ask a question like that tells me that you're also a great idiot."

"I'll accept both those statements of praise. In fact, having savored the silken warmth and the delicious flavor of your lovely crotch, I'll accept anything you say. Dear one, I had my face in heaven and I drank heavenly nectar in your cunt. By the way, does your little pink place still feel warm and tingly?"

"Oh yes, more than that. I can feel it flowing like the sun. I've got the sun between my legs. All I need now is to have something else there, something big and strong and beautiful like your cock. Do you think that can be arranged?"

"I'm sure it can and I can assure you that my cock, and the rest of me, is more than eager to do that. Not even the most fortunate of men ever get to fuck an angel."

"Then why don't you stop talking and do it, damn you?"

"Because your tender little pussy isn't quite ready for it yet. That's why."

"You have to be kidding. This randy little cunt feels like it's ready to take West Point, buildings and all," she told him and they laughed.

"I hope you realize that you're a most unusual virgin," Derek told her as his right hand strayed into her crotch to gently stroke the moist warmth of her vulva. "Trust me, my angel," he added as he stroked and patted and felt her body responding. "I want to bring you about half way up. We'll know when the moment is just perfect and then I'll give you what we both want. Do you trust me, darling?"

"Yes, Derek, more than I've ever trusted anyone."

"Then lie back and relax, angel. You're within a little more than seconds of your first fuck."

Lying back, Bette sighed as his finger stole gently into her hot, wet slit, then it was doing magic things there, sending fresh waves of arousal and desire sweeping through her flowing, tingling body.

With the practiced skill of an experienced lover, Derek read the signals in the sounds of her breathing and the motions of her writhing body, then he rolled over onto her, felt her arms wrap around him and saw her legs open wide.

He reached between them and in one sure move, the head of his penis was at the portal and she felt her labiae being pushed aside to make way. With a slow, gently push, Derek's stiff cherry plucker forced the tiny aperture open and then she felt it throbbing inside her.

"Oh God, you're in me. I can feel the great big head of your cock in my cunt. Oh, it's so big. When will it hurt me?"

"Soon, darling, soon," the man told her as he braced himself and prepared for the ultimate onslaught. The hurt will happen, but don't think about it. Feel every inch of your very first fuck, my darling angel. Feel how my stiff cock throbs in your tight little slit. Feel it, darling," he panted as he worked against the barrier that had to go.

He went on talking in an urgent, erotic whisper as he tested the strength of her hymen, braced, then with one mighty lunge he broke through and heard her gasp and cry of pain.

"Take it, darling, take it," he panted. "Take the full length of my cock. Take your first beautiful fuck, darling. I love you, Bette, I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you," he timed the words with long, slow strokes as he buried himself in her hot depths and stroked at a steady, unhurried pace.

The burning sensation was strong, but Bette was able to feel beyond it, was able to turn pain off and savor instead the joy of strong penis invading hotly receptive vagina and as she writhed under the half weight of the man, her fingers dug into his back, nails cut furrows in his skin, but if the man was aware of that, he gave no indication.

Her vaginal passage was deliciously tight but more than well lubricated so that his tool rode easily. Each time the man drew back, he left only the head inside, locked there by the tightness of the little ring, then he pressed down and buried it to the hilt, their bodies rubbing before he drew it back for the next stroke.

And there was a next stroke and a next and a next as Bette picked up the rhythm and brought her eager body up to meet each delightful assault of his sweating body and that hard, strong, beautiful invader that worked with such ease, in and out… in and out… in and out.

"Oh Derek," she panted, "I think I'm going to come again." Fuck me more… more… make me come with your beautiful cock stroking in my cunt. Make me come… Fuck me… Fuck me…"

"Yes, darling, yes. Take your fuck. Take my love and my cock. Don't think of coming, angel. I don't think you can. Take it… Take it…"

Derek felt his charge building to the point where there would be no holding back, yet while he could, he held back, extending his stay in a place that made heaven look like a slum.

Panting loudly, he made the strokes a little faster, a little stronger, giving his partner more and more of his weight and then he felt her body tense, heard her gasp, then a radiant smile lit his face as she made a liar of him.

As she cried out in the ecstasy of orgasm, Derek gave the green light to his own explosion, then they were rocking and writhing together, their wet bodies squeaking as they experienced the joy of shared orgasm until the last spasm passed and they lay together, warm and wet in the aftermath of love and of delicious lust.

For a long time they were silent as though in awe of what they had shared, then it was Bette who broke the silence.

"Thank you, Derek. That may not sound like much, but it's everything. I couldn't say more with all the words in the language."

"And I thank you, you magnificent angel. Have you any idea at all what you just did?"

"Sure. I got beautifully fucked by the best lover in the world."

"Thanks again, but you did much more than just get fucked."

"I did? What did I do?"

"You actually had an orgasm within minutes of losing your hymen. In doing that, you broke all the rules of nature."

"Good for me. Still, it was so beautiful. Other woman must have done that before I did."

"If so, I've never heard of it, my darling ex-virgin."

"Mmm, you keep making me feel so special. What would you say the odds are against climaxing while losing one's cherry?" Bette asked as though questioning a teacher in school, rather than a lover in bed.

"Christ, that's a tough one. I'd say something like one in eleven million. Something in that area."

"Mmmm, you keep right on making me feel special. Not even the burning sensation in my crotch can spoil the beautiful glow I feel right now."

"I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable for a couple of days, angel."

"No, not really uncomfortable. The one thing that's stronger than the burning is the wonderful memore of that beautiful fuck. Oh yes, there is another plus, anticipation of my next fuck. I hope it will be with you, Derek."

Chapter 4

Derek was still naked, Bette wore only her garter belt and nylons as they returned to where they had left the champagne. As they sat and sipped, Bette, who sat on the arm of his chair, giggled as she toyed with his spent penis, alternately using fingers and toes to tease it.

"I'm glad to hear you'll want me again, Bette," Derek told her. "I was afraid that after I had deflowered you, I would have served my purpose and you'd be finished with me." "It could have been that way, Derek, but you were too good to let go. By the way, I don't mean I'll want to hang around your neck, but I would like to see you from time to time."

They talked on and agreed on a loose relationship that would equally respect the wishes of both while not interfering with the freedom of either.

As they talked, they touched and fondled and when the champagne was finished, Bette gave him a breast to suck and he assured her it was a distinct improvement over champagne.

When Bette felt arousal returning strongly, she excused herself and went back to the bathroom to do another thorough cleansing of her crotch. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she wanted to be ready, to be fresh and clean.

Derek was waiting for her on the couch when she came back. She moved eagerly into his arms and it wasn't long before she was delighting in the return of his penis to fighting trim. With gentle touches and warm, wet kisses, she ensured that it remained strong.

"It's so strong and beautiful, Derek," she told him, holding the velvet head in a soft hand. "Would you like to put it in my cunt and fuck me again?"

"I'd love that, darling, but I won't. I want to give your cunt time to recover so that your next fuck will be even better than your first."

"But we'll have to do something with this, won't we? I mean we can't just leave it like that."

"I'm sure we can think of something to do with it, my angel."

"I'd love to suck it and make it shoot a lot of cream in my mouth. Would you teach me the right way to suck your cock?"

"What a pleasure that will be," he assured her. "I love being sucked off, but your youthful beauty will make it very special."

After they had discussed the act for a while, Derek put a cassette in the TV tape console. In mounting arousal, they played with each other and exchanged comments as they watched a man and woman undressing, playing, then the man went down on the woman and lapped her to orgasm.

"It's really sexy to watch that," Bette told him, "but you do that better than he does."

"That's party because I was inspired by a beautiful angel with a heavenly little cunt."

"Wow, it looks like she's really coming," Bette said in excitement. "Look at the way her ass is bouncing."

"As I recall, your beautiful bum did some nice bouncing when I lapped you, my angel."

"I wouldn't know about that. I was too busy enjoying that yummy come. Is she going to suck his cock now?"

"That's right, darling. Her style is good too. Just one thing I want to point out. She takes his whole pecker in her mouth and throat, but don't think you can do that," Derek cautioned her. "At least, not until you've had lots of experience. 'very few women can ever achieve that."

"Have you ever run into a woman who could?"

"No. A couple have come close, but none ever made it with me."

"Good. I'm going to be the first woman ever to take all of this beautiful cock in my mouth. You'll see."

"I believe you, Bette. I have great faith in you."

"Is he going to stand up for his blow job?" Bette asked as the man stood with hands on hips as the woman knelt at his feet.

"Yes. That's my favorite position too. I like to feel my knees sagging when I shoot my load."

"I'm dying to suck your cock, Derek. May we do it as soon as the movie's finished?"

"I'd like that very much."

And then they were watching as the naked woman got busy with her partner. She fondled and kissed the long penis, then guided it slowly into her mouth and sucked on the big head.

While fondling his testicles and buttocks, the woman took more and more of the penis into her mouth until she had it all, then she began working on it in fine style, her head bobbing up and down, the shiny shaft gleaming with her saliva.

"It's just like fucking, isn't it?" Bette asked.

"That's right. A good cock sucker uses the mouth like a cunt. The mouth actually fucks the cock. Not all women are good cock suckers though."

"I will be. I'm going to be the best cock sucker you've ever known and I'm going to love it when this beautiful prick is shooting all that cream to me."

Both were wildly aroused when, after a long session, the woman triggered ejaculation. The camera moved in for a close shot as the woman's mouth opened wide, the man drew his penis out of her mouth and they watched a spurt of semen going in. After that, he put the penis back in her mouth and she sucked him dry, causing his knees to sag.

With a weak groan, the man took the spent penis out of her mouth, she kissed it lovingly on the head, then Derek turned the machine off and smiled at Bette as he got up and stood with his hands on his hips, his penis standing in stiff, twitching erection, silently begging the woman to get down on her knees and suck it.

Bette needed no urging as, licking her lips, she knelt before him and reached for the waiting soother.

"I'm so excited about sucking your cock," she told Derek as she held the hard shaft lovingly, worked the skin back a forth a few times, then opened her mouth.

Getting the head into her mouth wasn't as easy as she had anticipated, but she achieved it and then she hummed a little song as she took more and more of it into her mouth.

To her annoyance, she wasn't able to take the full length, despite a number of tries, then Derek was rubbing her hair gently.

"Don't be greedy, darling," Derek told her. "Just take as much cock as you're comfortable with and give me a nice blow job."

Accepting her limitations, Bette was delighted to let her mouth work on about four inches of the strong shaft as Derek told her over and over how well she was blowing him, how much he enjoyed her eating style.

The tool slipped easily in and out of her mouth while her hands explored his body and kept returning to heft the heavy sac which held the fluid she was so eager to consume. Showing a natural instinct for the act, Bette bathed the head in saliva, licked her tongue over the sensitive head and kept the man panting in erotic enjoyment.

"Ooh, that's it," he told her, his voice breaking as her magic mouth brought him closer to his big moment. "I love the way you suck my cock, Bette. I'm getting close. I'm almost there. That's it… yes… more… more… Just a little more… suck… suck… Here I come… Ready… now…"

Straining, Derek held himself on the edge of ejaculation until control was out of the question and, with a broken groan, he felt the explosion in his loins, he held her head with both hands and pumped his charge into her warm, greedy mouth.

Bette had been afraid she would choke when the big penis began shooting juice to her, but she didn't show it. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever known. Her mouth seemed to fill instantly with the rich warm fluid, yet more and more of it kept shooting into her as she learned how to alternately suck and swallow. The semen coated her throat and she felt as though his penis had become a volcano which poured delicious lava for her.

As her excitement grew, she became sure she could hear the rumbling of a volcano and could feel the earth tremble under her knees.

When the flow began to weaken, her right hand gently caressed the hairy sac as though urging it to produce more of the tasty lave. She heard Derek grunting and groaning like a dying man and she sensed that his groans were sounds of praise.

His knees weakened and sagged, she felt him trying to pull the softening tool out of her mouth and she tried to keep it, but he prevailed and she heard him groan weakly as he stood on sagging knees, his penis soft and shiny with her saliva.

"That was beautiful, my angel. Christ, my cock has never been so beautifully sucked."

When Bette didn't respond to his words, Derek tilted her face up and saw her cheeks bulging.

"What a greedy little angel you are," he told her as he reached under her arms and drew her to her feet. "Let me see what you have in your mouth," he added, drawing the naked beauty into a passionate embrace.

As their mouths met, Bette opened hers and she shared her bounty with him, the semen made fizzy as it blended with her saliva. They shared their no-cal lunch for a long time.

Although Bette was reluctant to lose the exciting taste which filled her mouth, she did accept the offer of a drink. While Derek poured, she toyed with his soft penis and Derek laughed as he scolded her for being greedy and trying to make it stand again.

And then they sat and chatted, talking about what they had shared and of the other things they would do.

"When I'm ready, Derek," Bette began, "do you think you could find me a nice woman to teach me all about lesbian sex?"

"I'm sure I could, angel. I know a number of women who would regard me as a sexy santa claus if I dumped you into bed for them."

"Which one do you think would be best?"

"I'm thinking. One thing, would you want to be alone with the woman or would you like me to be there?"

"Would you like to watch my seduction into lesbian sex?"

"I would very much, dear. I have a strong streak of the voyeur in me. Mind you, if you'd be more comfortable, I can leave you alone with your teacher."

"Oh no, I think it would add kicks to have you on the scene, watching me learn how to suck a woman's cunt and do all the other sexy things, whatever they are."

"Wonderful. While I watch you two making out, I'll probably starch the ceiling."

"But if you get that turned on, couldn't I just take time out for you to fuck me?"

"Afraid not. The woman I think would be best for you, Janet, is lesbian all the way. If I fucked you, it would turn her right off."

"Then why not pick some other woman?"

"Because Janet is the perfect teacher for you. When I get too turned on, I'll just jerk off. Don't worry about me, I'll be having a ball."

"Oh Derek, I'm so excited. Tell me a little about how it will be with Janet."

"I don't want to tell you too much in advance, but you can be sure it will be beautiful. She's a beautiful woman of thirty-two, has a lovely figure, long sleek legs, nice breasts. She's hot as a firecracker but she's always gentle. She'll undress you a little at a time, fondle and kiss your body, suck your breasts. She'll drive you wild with desire, then she'll teach you all about cunt lapping, lesbian style and a lot of other things as well, I suspect."

"And she won't mind you being there?"

"How can she? She'll be so delighted with you that she'll do anything. Besides, she doesn't insist on privacy. I was at a swinging party once where she stripped naked and cunt lapped every woman in the room."

"I think I'm going to like her, Derek, and I'm going to like sucking cunt."

"I'm sure you will, angel. I only hope you don't enjoy it so much that you won't want me again."

"That's impossible, Derek. I have a gut feeling that as long as I live, I'll always look forward to the next exciting visit of your beautiful cock to my hot, tingly cunt."

Chapter 5

Bette had bathed and dressed carefully for her date with Janet. Since her first date with Derek, she had visited a second time and confirmed that sex with a man was delightful, to say the least, yet she sensed that the lesbian variety would be as great.

She was annoyed when the doorbell rang, but she went to answer it. "Helloou?" she asked her buxom neighbor.

"I haven't seen you around," the woman replied. "I know you are alone here and I worry a little that you are all right."

"Thank you, Mrs. Carlson. That's very nice of you. I'm just fine."

"About your date the other day. It was good? You get what you want?" the woman asked, excitement in her eyes.

"I got it good. He's a wonderful lover with a big and beautiful cock. I just love the way he fucks me and sucks my cunt and everything."

"You are so exciting, so beautiful. You are going to him now for more fucks?"

"Not this time. Tonight, I'm going to have sex with a woman for the first time."

"With a woman? She is one lucky woman."

"Have you done it with women, Mrs. Carlson?"

"Once. When I was a girl. A woman put my hand under her dress. Thee s no panties. I am excite. She raise her dress, rake my face between legs. She teach me how to suck, to lick. It is very good."

"And you haven't tasted a cunt since then?"

"No," the woman replied, sadly. "You are so pretty."

"Mrs. Carlson, tonight I'm going to learn about sex with a woman. Would you like to come and visit me tomorrow?"

"Oh yes… yes. You are mean that?" the woman asked and the excitement in her eyes seemed to light up the room.

"I mean it. You're a nice woman. I have to go right now," Bette added and put a hand under the woman's dress. "You go home and finger your cunt and have some nice comes. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll let you strip me naked and suck my cunt." As she said the words, Bette rubbed the crotch of the woman's panties and watched her squirming with hot desire.

The encounter with the peasant woman had set her up perfectly for her encounter with Janet, but she sensed it would be a mistake to go beyond that point, so she took the hand out of the woman's crotch and patter her on the cheek.

As she drove to Derek's apartment where she was to meet the lesbian, Bette delighted in the warm, tingling sensation she felt inside the crotch of her panties and she knew the feeling would get better and better as the evening went on.

"Ooh, Derek," Janet squealed with delight as Derek opened the door to admit Bette, "what a beautiful young angel. You didn't lie to me."

"Would I lie to you, Janet? Come, Bette, come and meet your maker," he added with a laugh and Bette hurried to the woman.

"Mmmmmm, you really are sweet enough to eat, Bette," the woman greeted her with open arms, "but before I get started, let me taste those lovely lips."

Bette moved into the embrace as though it were the most natural thing in the world and as they kissed with mounting arousal, discovered that Janet's embrace drove her as wild as did Derek's.

As their mouths mashed wetly together, Bette felt the woman's hands rubbing down her back until they were fondling her buttocks through her thin dress and panties. Her own hands did the same and she learned that fondling buttocks, squirming with passion in the arms of a woman, was lovely, sheer erotic delight.

When the embrace ended and Bette turned, breathless, to look at Derek, she saw him sitting comfortably in a big chair. In his right hand he held a tall drink. His pants were open and in his left hand he held a very stiff penis. On his face was an absolutely cherubic smile.

"I'm burning with desire for your lovely young body," the woman told Bette.

"I'm on fire too, especially between my thighs. What say we go to bed and do something about it?"

"Let's tease ourselves for a while first. Come, we'll sit on the couch and, uh, get to know each other. When we can't stand the torture of waiting, we'll make love."

On the wide couch, they touched each other as they talked, ignoring the man as though he weren't there at all. Janet jerked the hem of her dress high to show the tops of her nylons, then she raised Bette's dress to admire and fondle bare legs and thighs, her touch feather light, adding to Bette's fierce arousal.

And then Janet's hands moved up to fondle the luscious young breasts, through her dress at first, then she opened the dress and expressed her delight at the way the cups of the light bra.

There was more sexy kissing and as the women writhed on the couch, Derek put his glass down and played with an excitingly stiff penis as he stared at moving thighs, panties and portions of lush white buttocks.

What a thrill it must be, he thought, for the lovely young woman who had so recently discovered the real joy of sex with a man and was exploring new joys with a sexy, beautiful lesbian.

While he watched, thought and played with himself, he saw Bette's dress float away from the couch, then Janet's followed and then the mature lesbian had her face buried between the cups of Bette's bra where she kissed, licked and inhaled the erotic scent of clean young body.

Lying atop the girl, her thighs parted wide so that Derek was able to see how the crotch of her thin, black panties snugged against her vulva. He wanted to reach for her, to feel the nylon and the soft warmth within, but he knew that would be upseting to Janet. She would permit it, but would find it upseting. It struck him as a terrible waste that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as Janet could enjoy only one side of the sex coin.

And then he pushed the thought out of his mind. He stared as Janet knelt up and removed her bra to bare twin white cones that were not quite as big as Bette's breasts but jutted with the same exciting firmness.

Bette stared too, looking up as she lay on her back. She had seen breasts before, but never under such exciting circumstances. Instinctively, her tongue licked over her lips and she trembled, wondering how long it would be before she experienced the feel of a woman's breast in her mouth to be sucked, how it would feel to lick her tongue slowly over a sensitive nipple as Derek had done to her.

"Do you like my breasts, dear?" Janet asked as she fondled them and aroused her nipples.

"Yes. They're so nice. I want to suck them, Janet. I want to suck your beautiful tits."

"Do you, dear? That's nice. I'm in the mood to have my breasts sucked. Lie still, Bette. I'm going to feed them to you."

With a little sigh, the woman lowered herself and, resting on her left side, she cupped her right breast from below, rubbed the nipple slowly over Bette's lips, then she fed the conical beauty into a mouth that opened wide to receive it..

His hand still wrapped around his tool, Derek left the chair and stood beside the couch, watching as Janet filled the open mouth with silken breast. He heard the muffled groans from Bette as she sucked and saw lust in her eyes.

A little semen oozed from his penis and he wiped it up with a finger, then noticed that as she sucked on the breast, she was lying with her knees bent up, wide apart, her panty sheathed crotch wide open. Smiling, he moved closer and gently wiped the semen from his finger on the crotch of her panties. She groaned a little more loudly in response to the touch.

Derek wanted to do more, then he reminded himself that he had promised to remain a spectator, so with one final rub of vulva through clinging nylon, he backed away and left the women to their own delightful devices.

As Bette sucked the second breast, the woman raised her from the bed and guided her into a sitting position. And then, while Bette continued to suck, Janet deftly unhooked her bra and licked her lips as she anticipated sucking the firm young beauties.

Unable to wait longer, she pushed Bette back down on the couch, stripped the bra away, then with a little cry, the situation was reversed and it was Bette's turn to pant and squeal with delight as the skilled lesbian sucked her luscious, satiny smooth breasts until a red nipple felt raw, almost sore.

Again Derek moved closer to feast his eyes on the sight of the beautiful woman greedily sucking one lush young breast while she fondled the other, hardening an already aroused nipple, preparing it for its turn in her mouth.

Janet's very brief panties had gathered in the crack of her behind and as she bent over the writhing girl, her almost naked bottom was beautifully displayed to the man. Derek felt an almost overpowering urge to tear the nylon away and bury his face between the smooth, arched rounds, but again he forced himself to resist the temptation.

As she raised her face from a well sucked breast and moved down on the couch, Janet's breasts swayed enticingly, then she was peeling Bette's panties doen, panting with desire as she bared the little triangle of curly hair that crowned her hotly waiting vulva.

While she stripped the panties down Bette's legs, her eyes never left the coppery red triangle and Derek could understand that, since he had grazed there on his way to sucking in her crotch as the lesbian was about to do.

As the panties moved over her feet, Bette threw her legs wide apart.

"Yes… yes… yes," she panted as her naked behind bounced on the couch. "Do it… do it to me… I want it."

What she wanted was obvious as her hand rubbed hotly on her beautifully presented pink pussy. Janet tossed the discarded panties high in the air and as they arced toward him, Derek caught the garment and held it in his fist. He felt the warmth of the young body in the panties, then he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, but he found no fragrance of the girl except what was in his memory.

On the couch, Janet had spread Bette's willing legs wide, bent back over her body. Before the lesbian's wet eyes was a banquet for the queen of Lesbos. It was all there in silken skin, firm young flesh, all the curves and rounds and valleys, the neat pink vulva below the coppery crown and, farther down, another little pink entrance between the alabaster white buttocks.

As he watched, Derek knew that Janet wouldn't suck the girl's anus as he had done. At most she would perhaps finger it to make Bette squirm some more, but she would do a lot of sucking of the tender pink fruit in Bette's warm, wide open crotch.

Completing her visual inventory, Janet licked her lips, brought her face with maddening slowness into the girl's hot crotch, inhaled deeply, wrapped her arms around the hips of the girl, then her parted lips touched the tender crotch lips and she began to suck.

Bette began to groan as though in agony, but Derek had heard those groans before and recognized the sounds of wild ecstasy. Just in time, he took the hand off his penis and managed to avoid ejaculating, but he knew it couldn't be delayed much longer.

He listened to the sounds of greedy sucking mingled with Betty's groans and low cries, then there was a change in the sounds and as he crouched to peer around Bette's right buttock, he trembled at the sight of Janet's pink tongue licking slowly up and down the very wet slit and then watched as it tickled the hotly sensitized clit of the panting, writhing young woman who was obviously in a state of rapture.

And then, after just a little licking, Bette caught her breath, gasped, then shrieked as the tongue of the lovely lesbian triggered a magnificent orgasm.

Her cries filled the air, reverberated through the room, and her lovely body jerked strongly as her partner stopped licking the tingling clit and continued to hold Bette, strongly, warmly, her open mouth still pressed over the center of the erotic earthquake.

And then, just seconds after the last spasm, the newly initiated lesbian turned and tore at Janet's little panties, stripping them down so that, except for garter belt and nylons, Janet was naked.

Her big thighs parted, Bette emitted a squeal of delight as she stared at the tempting looking vulva, then it was her face that was buried, nestled warmly in woman crotch and she began to suck, obviously delighted with her first taste of vaginal juice, at the feel of having her face lost between the big, smooth, firm thighs of a highly aroused woman.

For a little while, Janet appeared to be more than content with the lapping, but then she required more and while Bette continued to suck from the warm, pink font, Janet pulled the girl around so that she could get her face into the hot young crotch for another sucking.

Bette surrendered her body joyfully and then they were locked in a writhing, end to end embrace, each sucking and licking in the crotch of the other, their naked bodies shining with the sweat of lovely lust, writhing hotly together on their tandem trip beyond the farthest reaches of heaven.

Panting loudly in his role of voyeur, Derek stared hotly as Janet's body began to jerk in orgasm, her loud cries muffled in Bette's crotch, then it was the turn of the younger woman.

As though the first cry of Bette's climax was a signal, Derek stood and began jerking strongly on his throbbing tool. In a matter of seconds, he felt it throbbing and swelling, he brought the panties around to cover the head, then he was pumping his charge into the warm nest of nylon.

Even after he was drained, he gave a few more tugs to force the final drops of semen into the puddle in the girl's panties, then he sighed, put the soaked nylon down on the carpet beside the couch, smiled at the lovely, resting nudes, put his tool away and zipped his fly closed.

Telling himself it was time for the women to be alone, to share their intimate conversation in the aftermath of lesbian lust, Derek went outside.

As he walked away from the apartment building, the man wasn't sure where he was going, but before long he found out. Despite the strong ejaculation, his penis was stirring faintly, letting him know that it wasn't finished, that it would require more.

Impulsively he made a decision. Cruising wasn't normally his thing. He had more than enough friends of various sexual tastes, but this time the mood called for a stranger in strange circumstances.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the darkened skin movie house. Allowing time for his eyes to adjust to the near total darkness, he selected a seat in the back row, leaving one vacant seat between himself and the older man who sat with a jacket across his lap.

Reminiscent of what he had left behind in the apartment, two women were very busy on the screen. One of them, an older, plump matron, was fingering herself while lapping the younger, quite attractive woman. The scene was very realistic, Derek thought, then he again became aware of the older man to his left.

The man was panting loudly and the jacket kept moving, indicating that he was playing with himself. Derek felt his penis rise in very strong erection. Turning toward the man, he unzipped his fly and took the bone out, waving it at him.

The older man paused for just a moment, then a hand came out from under the jacket and as Derek moved closer, the hand wrapped around Derek's erection, squeezing what was so obviously ready for action.

"Help yourself," Derek said in a whisper and put a hand on the back of the man's neck.

He applied just a light pressure, the man looked around, saw that they were not being observed, then he bent over, moaning softly as he wrapped his mouth around the head of Derek's tool.

"Just what I needed," Derek told himself as the man's mouth worked up and down on his stiff tool, "a nice blow job in a movie house. Ah, that's nice. Keep on sucking and I'll give you plenty of semen to drink."

While he watched the continuation of the lesbian scene on the screen, Derek delighted in the blow job the man was giving him. When ejaculation was ready to happen, Derek held it back a little, put a hand on the man's neck again, then he began shooting semen into the wetly sucking mouth, holding his partner firmly by the back of the neck.

The man sucked him dry, then Derek sighed and pushed the head away.

"Please," the man whispered as he sat up and moved his jacket aside to show a semi erect penis.

Closing a hand around it, Derek began jerking the old man off. The penis still didn't harden totally, but Derek wasn't bothered by that, guessing that the man probably was never able to get it properly stiff. After just a little more of the jerking, the man squirmed in his seat and tried to get his penis out of Derek's grasp.

But Derek wasn't letting go. He gave the man's tool a few more jerks, then he was aware of the man's semen spurting into the jacket, over the man's trousers and on Derek's hand.

He didn't let go until the man was finished shooting his load, then he calmly wiped his hand on the jacket as he released the spent member.

"Shit," the man whispered in protest, "you made me go off all over my jacket. What a fucking mess."

"Tough luck, old timer," Derek replied in his own whisper as he smiled, "but if you're going to fuck around in theaters, you have to expect that sort of thing."

As he walked out into the lobby, a busty older woman smiled at him from behind the refreshment counter.

"Didn't you like the show?" she asked.

"It was all right, I guess," Derek told her, "but all I came for was a blow job and I got it."

"Christ, you don't look the type. What a waste."

"Cheer up, maybe next time you and I can find a nice private place so I can play with those big boobs while you eat my cock."

"That sounds more like it," she said and her smile widened. "You sure as hell don't look like no faggot."

Outside, Derek found a bar and ordered a drink to kill time.

"You look like you could use some action," the puffy blonde hooker said as she sat on the stool beside him.

"Lady," he told her with a grin, his tone sounding a little pained, "if that's how you read me, you need reading glasses.

Chapter 6

Bette slept late the next morning. When she woke, her body still seemed to glow from the delightful session with Janet. Her hand slipped between her thighs, as it brushed over her vulva, she felt an exciting response and decided to go on with it.

Lying with her eyes closed, she recalled events of the long evening with the lesbian as she slowly fingered herself. Three times she stopped just short of orgasm, then decided to go all the way. As orgasm approached, she pictured herself in an end to end embrace with Janet, lapping and being lapped by the exciting woman, then the spasms tore through her as the magnificent orgasm went on and on and on. When it finally ended, Bette seemed to be floating just above the surface of her bed. It felt so good that she kept her eyes closed and continued the floating until she floated back into sleep.

It was almost noon when she woke, rested for a few more minutes, then walked naked into the kitchen to make coffee. While she waited for it to brew, she found a bottle of sherry in the cupboard and poured herself a glass.

Bette wasn't much of a drinker and had never started her day with a drink, but somehow, the situation seemed to call for a glass of sherry, so she didn't argue with it as she sipped until the glass was empty, then poured a cup of coffee.

As she passed near the window, she saw Mrs. Carlson waving to her from her garden. Her naked breasts almost touching the glass, Bette smiled and waved to the woman. Recalling what she had promised her, Bette felt arousal flaring between her thighs as she rubbed them together.

When the phone rang a few minutes later, Bette was not surprised to find that the caller was Mrs. Carlson.

"Of course I didn't forget, Mrs. Carlson," she told the woman. "Give me about an hour to have a bath and get in the mood, then come on over."

As she sipped her coffee, Bette wondered if she was letting sex get total control over her, thought that she should slow down a little.

"What the hell," she told herself with a shrug. "I've waited a long time for this and I'm entitled to wallow in it for a while. In another month, I'll be back at college and I'll cool things then. For now, I'll just go on enjoying sex."

After her bath, Bette considered staying nude to greet the woman, then decided it would be more fun to dress provocatively instead.

"The poor old dear must be starved for sex," she told herself. "I'll stage a real production for her, one she'll never forget."

Bette dressed as carefully as she would have for Derek or Janet, selecting a basic black outfit of bra, garter belt, nylons and panties, then she put on a short, low cut dress, one which generously displayed the upper slopes and cleavage of her luscious breasts. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled as she decided that one look at her should be enough to cause the mature woman to wet her panties.

She turned away from the mirror at the sound of the knock on the kitchen door, then she hurried to open it and admit the woman who stared wide eyed, her mouth open to speak but no words coming out.

"You look very horny, Mrs. Carlson," Bette told the woman as she noticed how she had scrubbed and had worn her best clothes, such as they were.

"Oh, Bette, you are so beautiful. I am so excite."

"Then come on in and let's get going."

As she closed the door behind her visitor, Bette took her in her arms and brought their mouths together. To her delight, the woman became a ball of fire as their mouths mashed together, then Bette stepped up the pace with one hand under each big buttock as she pulled her partner firmly against her and they squirmed through a long, sexy kiss.

"Your ass is big and very firm," Bette said when the kiss ended and the woman looked dazed.

"Oh Bette… Bette," the woman said, seemingly close to tears as she pressed her big thighs together, "what do I do?"

"Strip for me," Bette told her, delighting in her role of total superiority. "Strip your body naked."

Panting, her fingers trembling, the woman began to undress in the kitchen as Bette looked on. As the woman began to pull her dress over her head, Bette reached for the bulging cups of the big white bra. What she felt there was excitingly firm.

"Take your bra off and let me see how big these tits are," Bette said as the woman dropped her dress onto a chair beside the kitchen table.

While the woman fought with the hooks of her bra, Bette continued to fondle the cups, then the garment was open, Mrs. Carlson pulled it off her arms and Bette gasped aloud.

"Sweet Jesus," Bette said as she reached for what had been bared, "these tits look like melons. Christ, they're as firm as melons too," Bette went on, her hands rubbing and squeezing.

"I'm glad. You like my great big tits?" Mrs.

Carlson asked.

"Yes, I like them a lot. Later, I'll suck on them and see how long your nipples can get."

"Yes… yes… and you are let me see too your nice tits?"

"You'll see my tits, everything. Take your panties off now. I want you naked."

While the woman pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, Bette became more and more delighted with her sense of power. It had started out as a simple act of doing a favor for a neighbor, but it had become so much more than that.

Bette was discovering the thrill of sexual dominance and she sensed that she was going to develop that art, to hone her talents so that she would achieve new highs in sexual kicks by dominating both women and men.

"What a fine big ass you have," Bette said as she turned the naked woman around and squeezed a buttock that felt even firmer than her own. "How old are you anyway?" she asked.

"F… forty-seven. I am old."

"You have a magnificent body. Your flesh is so firm," Bette told the woman as she rubbed the well fleshed hips and looked at the wide triangle of pubic hair at the base of a tummy that was well rounded, yet, like the rest of her, amazingly firm.

"Oh Bette… you make me feel so good. Your hands… it is so good. I am like a little girl."

"Yes, you are. Move your feet wide apart. Open your crotch wide for me. I want to feel your cunt."

With the same instant obedience she had shown from the outset, the big nude stood with her feet braced wide apart, big breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing.

Bette rubbed her right hand through the thick pubic bush, squeezed the mons veneris, then slowly rubbed her hand into the woman's crotch.

"Mmmmm, you're very warm," she observed aloud. "In fact, you're hot."

As her hnad moved over the softness of vulva, the woman's big body jerked and she gasped.

"Your cunt is sensitive," Bette added as she went on fondling it. "I must have a look at it."

As she squatted in front of the nude, Bette's dress hem hiked high up her thighs, giving her visitor a lot to look at and hunger for.

"My, what a pretty little cunt you have," Bette told her, then gently spread the lips to view the interior. "Mmmm, your cunt is shiny with juice. I hadn't planned on sucking your cunt, but now that I see it, I may change my mind. It could be nice to have my face between these big thighs. Would you like to have your cunt sucked?"

"My God, yes. In all my whole life, never is my cunt sucked."

"Why don't you tell your husband to eat it before he fucks you?"

"He would kill me. Oh Bette, so beautiful you are," Mrs. Carlson said with feeling as she looked down into the top of Bette's dress and beyond to the white skin of thighs above the expanded tops of nylons.

"When I talked to you in the yard the other day," Bette said as she fingered the juicy vagina, "you looked up my dress. Did that make you excited?"

"Yes, so much so. Never before am I feel like that."

"Squat down, now," Bette told her as she withdrew the finger. "I'll let you have a nice look up my dress."

Eagerly, her naked breasts bobbing, the big nude went into a squat at Bette's feet. Her head vanished under the short dress and Bette felt moist breath on her thighs, heard sounds of labored breathing, then felt hands on her thighs.

"Go ahead," Bette told the woman as she pulled the top of her dress down, "play with me and get really horny, then I'll let you bury your face in my crotch and eat my cunt."

"Yes… yes… yes," the woman panted as her hands moved eagerly, yet gently over thighs and buttocks and then there was one hand rubbing lightly on the crotch of Bette's panties.

"I like that," Bette said and rubbed the woman's head through her dress. "See if you can make me wet my little panties."

Delighted to oblige, the big woman went on rubbing a hand warmly over the body warmed nylon while her other hand explored Bette's magnificently rounded, firm behind.

"Oh yes… yes… wet in your panties," she heard the woman say with excitement, then it was Bette's turn to cry out as the hand moved off her panties and a greedy mouth replaced it, sucking hungrily.

"Ooh, that's nice," Bette said, panting as she opened the front opening bra and pulled the cups off so that she could get her hands on her breasts. "I've never had my panties sucked. Suck some more, then I'll let you take them off and suck my cunt. Come on, suck… suck… suck my hot, wet panties," she urged with authority in her tone.

As the woman sucked and fondled under her dress, Bette rubbed and squeezed her breasts, tweaked her nipples into hard sensitivity and moaned with passion as she realized how setting out to do a favor for a neighbor was going to become a wildly thrilling sexual experience. And then it was time to take the woman to bed.

"Get up, Mrs. Carlson," she commanded. "I'm going to take you to bed now and feed you my cunt."

As the head emerged from under Bette's dress, a pair of lovely, naked breasts met the woman's gaze and she gasped aloud.

As the woman's hands came up to reach for Bette's breasts, Bette spoke sharply, as though testing her degree of domination over the woman.

"No, not yet. Don't touch my breasts yet. What is your first name, Mrs. Carlson?"

"Edith."

"All right, Edith, follow me upstairs," Bette told her, turned, caught the hem of her dress and raised it above her hips. "Follow me up the steps and get hungry for this."

The big nude was panting loudly as she followed the young beauty, her eyes feasting on the sight of luscious thighs, beautifully rounded, bulging buttocks and, through the sheer nylon, the deep crack of Bette's bottom.

Bette walked unhurriedly up the stairs, into her bedroom, then she dropped her dress and turned to face the panting, sweating nude.

"Strip me naked, Edith. No," she amended, "take my dress, bra and panties off, then I'll feed you my body."

Edith had difficulty making her trembling hands act as she wanted them to, but she managed to remove Bette's dress and open bra, then she was tugging the little panties down, mewing with passion as Bette raised one foot after the other to step out of the fallen, wet panties.

"No, Edith," Bette said as she pressed her thighs together to keep the woman's face out of her crotch. "I'll lie across the bed and then you may eat my cunt."

Bette walked to the bed, turned to smile at the big nude who remained squatted, then she slipped a hand into her crotch to rub a vulva that was already nicely moist, churning with desire.

"Oooh, my cunt is so ready to be sucked and licked," she said, as though to herself, while her left hand was fondling a breast. "Come and eat my cunt now, Edith."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bette fell back. Her legs came up and moved wide apart and as Edith got down on the carpet beside the bed, she shifted her hot gaze from a pink slit to a little pink ring, then back to the slit again.

And then her mouth was on it and she was sucking, greedily, hungrily, making loud slurping sounds in the otherwise silent room.

"Christ, I love the way you eat my cunt, Edith," Bette said as she squeezed and rubbed her breasts. "Suck, Edith, suck my cunt. Let me hear you sucking up my hot cunt juice. Suck… suck… suck…" she panted, groaning in ecstasy.

While the woman sucked, her moans of passion partly muffled in the silken crotch, her hands kept exploring as they fondled nylons, silken thighs, hips and buttocks, then they rubbed upward until they replaced Bette's hands on the lovely, firm breasts, caressing and fondling and gently squeezing.

"Your tongue, Edith," Bette panted. "Get your tongue in my cunt. Lick… Lash me with your tongue… Make me come… lick… lick… oh Jesus, yes… yes… lick my cunt… yes… yes… yes."

As the woman began to lick excitingly in the wet slit, her hands came back down to Bette's hips and she gently tugged upward in time to the thrilling licking of a tongue that was nicely rough, raspy as it licked over what felt like a million exposed nerve ends.

When it licked up to the hard little passion bud, there were a zillion nerve ends involved, beautifully, magnificently involved and then as the tongue continued to lick, involvement became explosion and Bette shrieked in ecstasy as her body rocked through an orgasm that set a new high for her and left her feeling limp and weak, but glowing.

When she opened her eyes, Bette saw the woman kneeling up beside the bed. Her eyes were shining, her head was thrown back and her right hand was moving in a steady rhythm as she fingered herself, big melon breasts bobbing with the erotic exertion.

"Stand up, Edith, I'll do that for you," Bette told the big nude who got to her feet at once, her body jerking with desire.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bette drew the woman a little closer, reached around to hold her by the left buttock, then she worked a finger in a slit that was hot and juicy. As she fingered the panting woman, her hand moved around the big buttock until it was in the warm crack. Instinctively, Bette probed, found the anal ring with the tip of a finger, then she worked it in as the woman cried out, her sweat-wet body jerking madly.

And then Bette was giving her a double fingering that went on until the woman's cries seemed to fill the room, her big body jerking while the strong spasms of orgasm tore through her.

As the orgasm gradually passed, Edith's knees seemed to give out and she dropped into a kneeling position, then fell onto the bed, gasping for air.

"I think you liked having your cunt fingered, Edith," Bette said with a grin and the woman tired ly raised her head.

"Oh Bette, I like so much everything with you. Do you let me some more suck your cunt?"

"Why not? Get up and lie down on the bed, Edith."

The woman looked puzzled at that, but she eagerly complied, then Bette was crouched beside her, playing with big breasts which continued to jut strongly, even though she was lying on her back.

"For a forty-seven-year-old woman, you have amazing tits, Edith," Bette commented as she played. "I'll bet there are a lot of women half your age who would pay any price to have such firm tits. Christ, how long your nipples are. They're like little boy cocks. I'm beginning to get a very sexy idea."

"Tell me what idea you are getting?"

"Later, I think I'll lie with my legs wide apart and get you to fuck my cunt with one of your nipples. I think if you rub it right on my clit, I could have a real crazy come."

"Oh yes. I am so excite. I fuck you cunt with my big tit. Please, Bette, I suck you cunt now?"

"You suck my cunt now, Edith. Lie still. I'll feed you my cunt."

Recalling one of the many things Janet had taught her in the course of her introduction to the lesbian arts, Bette knelt up, straddled the woman, allowed her to look up into her crotch for a few seconds, then with a sigh, she allowed her knees to move apart and her vulva came down to the waiting mouth of the woman.

Although Edith had never heard of that position for snatch snacking, she knew just what to do. Her hands claimed luscious buttocks and she began to suck greedily, hungrily from the generous vagina that was parked on her mouth.

While her hands made love to the satiny rounds, her mouth ministered to the hot slit oozing juice for her to drink. She brought her tongue into play, felt the warm body subtly rubbing on her, then Bette shrieked in a frenzy of orgasm and as her lovely breasts did a dance of joy, her hot, wet crotch jerked and rubbed all over the face of her lapper, smearing it with an erotic film of crotch juice until the fierce orgasm passed slowly and Bette sighed warmly as she rested, still sitting on the sticky face of her mature partner.

When she dismounted, Bette declared a time out and left the woman resting as she went to pour drinks for them. Just how turned on Edith was, Bette saw on her return as she found the big nude lying on her back, fingering herself while her other hand made love to one of the big breasts.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Bette watched and listened as the masturbation went on. She found it wildly exciting as the finger stroked in and out of the wet slit of the sighing, panting woman, and then Edith was grunting and gasping loudly, her big behind bouncing on the bed as she climaxed once more.

While she sipped her drink and chatted with her guest, Bette made up her mind that she would go down on the woman, would press her face between the big, peasant thighs, would fondle the massive buttocks while she sucked and lapped her to orgasm.

When her drink was finished, Bette saw no point in delaying the inevitable.

"Lie back and open your crotch wide, Edith," she told her.

"What will you do?"

"I'm going to lose my face between your big thighs and I'm going to suck and lick your hot cunt until I make you come."

"Oh Bette… ya… ya," the big nude said as she lay back, raising and parting her knees to display the pink slash below the jungle of hair.

"Mmmm, your cunt is hot and wet," Bette observed as she played with it, spreading the lips, feeling her way down the slit and farther, into the crack of the big behind which was as wet as her vagina, enjoying the feel of her fingers moving over the film of lubrication that was a blend of vaginal juice and saliva with just a salting of sweat.

And then as she felt fires burning in her own crotch, Bette knew it was time to go to work. She heard the woman groan as her face came down, she licked her parted lips as her cheeks brushed the big thighs, then her mouth was fitted to the hot, wet, soft crotch mouth of the woman and she was sucking while Edith pounded her fists on the bed and groaned with fierce arousal.

To Bette's delight, eating the big woman was every bit as exciting as it had been with the sophisticated Janet and she went on devouring and lapping, her hands playing with a pair of big, magnificently firm buttocks until, with a loud shriek, Edith climaxed and her scissoring thighs gave Bette a violent but highly exciting massage until the spasms came to an end and both women sighed as they fell apart.

As they talked and Edith told of her unhappy sex life at home, Bette made a discovery that thrilled her.

"Edith, are you kidding? How long is his cock."

"Twelve inches."

"Jesus Christ," Bette gasped. "Sucking on a thing like that would be like playing a clarinet."

The woman laughed, then turned serious as she looked at Bette with a frown.

"But you will not like to suck on his old cock. You are so young, so beautiful."

"Would you mind if I sucked and fucked your husband?"

"No. From today, you do anything you want."

"Would you like it if I taught your husband to suck your cunt when you want it?"

"That would be so good," Edith replied, her eyes lighting up. "Still, I do not think it can happen."

"Do you doubt my power, Edith?"

"Oh no. You have a great power."

"What do you think your husband would do if he saw me like this?"

"I think his horse cock is shoot off in his face," Edith replied and they laughed.

"Then just be patient, Edith and we'll see what happens. You could end up with a husband who will go down on his knees and eat your cunt whenever you feel like it."

"I do not think that is possible, but it is a so nice thought. For anybody else in the world I think that could not happen, but you are no anybody else. I think you are a so powerful woman, Bette."

"I think you're right, Edith. Think of it, I'm only eighteen years, just starting. Think of what I can be at thirty or forty or fifty."

"I think, Bette, I think."

Chapter 7

Summer vacation was winding down for Bette. Soon it would be time to return to college and hit the books. It didn't mean that there would be no sex for her, but since she insisted on being a straight A student all the way, it would mean a lot of time devoted to studying, with a little sex here and there.

That being the case, Bette decided not to delay about getting at the twelve-inch penis of her neighbor. Just the thought of so big a tool caused an exciting tingling sensation inside the crotch of her panties. The day following her lusty romp with Edith, Bette waited in her front yard for Edith's husband to return from work. She wore a blouse that was open wide enough at the top to display her lush breasts enticingly. Her skirt was so short that the expanded tops of her nylons could be displayed with ease.

As she watched him coming from the bus stop, carrying his lunch pail, Bette found it difficult to believe that the unimpressive looking male could be the owner of a twelve-inch penis.

Although he was only a year older than his wife, he looked tired and dull, but as she thought again of what Edith had told her of that tool, he became anything but dull. She saw that he had noticed her as she stood with one foot on a painted rock in the garden to ensure that the man could see how the top of her left nylon caressed her firm, white thigh.

"Hello, Mister Carlson," she said with a warm smile as he reached her. "How are you today?"

"Fine," he replied, his face brightening as he stopped and looked down into the top of her blouse. "How are you?"

"A little bored. I guess it's the thought of ending vacation and going back to college."

"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be bored," he told her as he tried to strip her naked with his eyes. "What's wrong with all the young men in this town?"

"Sometimes I get tired of young men," she an swered with a smile he couldn't understand, one that caused his king sized tool to begin trembling. "Why don't you and Mrs. Carlson drop in for a drink this evening?"

Bette wasn't surprised that the man looked puzzled. After all, she reasoned, for a tired old laborer and his immigrant wife to be invited for a drink by a beautiful, eighteen year-old college student did seem a bit unusual.

Nervously, he accepted the invitation and she told him she would expect them about eight.

Warning herself to take it easy on the booze, Bette allowed herself a tall, cool gin and tonic as she sat in the living room, her mind projecting thoughts of the fun evening ahead.

Time dragged, but she managed to kill it by spending a long time with the drink, then enjoying a long soak in a scented bath. She dressed carefully, starting with black garter belt and nylons, then adding a sexy black bra and panty set. Then, deciding to go black all the way, Bette chose a startlingly short black dress that was cut so low that it presented her luscious breasts like fleshy fruit on the twin platters of the low cut bra cups.

"One look at all this," she told herself as she saw her reflection in the mirror, "and Tom Carlson will have a twelve-inch hard-on. I only hope he doesn't go off in his pants."

When her guests arrived, Bette saw that they were both dressed in their best and that the man looked very nervous. She saw his glance down the top of her dress and felt sure she could see something stirring inside his pants.

"I'll make it more than just stir," she promised him under her breath. "I'll make it want to paint the ceiling."

With little effort, Bette took control of the conversation as they sipped their drinks.

With husband and wife seated on the couch, Bette sat opposite and, while managing to appear quite innocent about it, she made sure that they both saw how nicely her white thighs contrasted with her black nylons and, for good measure, she even managed to let them see that between those white thighs ran a narrow strip of black nylon panty crotch.

Tom had stopped trying to hide the fact that he had a big erection, the head of which bulged his pants close to the knee.

With Bette leading the way, they talked about changing lifestyles and mores, about the close discipline of old Europe and the freedom of modern America. Bette saw that they were both wildly aroused and she wondered if the man was going to go off in his pants.

"I think people are crazy not to get all the fun they can out of life," Bette went on, again recrossing her legs as her guests feasted their eyes on her thighs. "Don't you agree?"

"I sure do," Tom told her and his wife agreed.

"You look as though you've really got something big in your pants to have fun with," Bette observed with a grin. "You do have a hard-on, don't you?"

"I sure do. Jeez, I never expected anything like this."

"How about you, Edith?" Bette asked his wife. "I think you have a fire burning inside the crotch of your little panties."

Ya… ya," the woman admitted, eyes shining with lust.

"That's the way I feel too," Bette said as she allowed her legs to uncross and part wide, then she slowly rubbed a hand on the crotch of her panties. "My hot little pussy is tingling like crazy."

"My God, Tom, that thing looks gigantic," Bette said as she got to her feet, walked to the couch and bent so that he could enjoy a thrilling view inside her dress. "Do you mind if I help myself to a little feel?"

Without waiting for a reply, Bette used both hands to outline the giant penis through his pants and she felt it throbbing.

"Since I'm feeling your big cock, Tom," Bette said, "I suppose it would be all right if you and your wife had a little feel of me."

The husband and wife looked at each other, then four hands hurried up under Bette's dress and she trembled with arousal as they fondled thighs and crotch and buttocks.

"Mmmm, this is sexy fun," Bette told them. "Tell me, Tom, does it turn you on the see your wife feeling me up like this?"

"Yeah, it sure does. I didn't know she'd do that," the man said as he squeezed both her buttocks firmly. "How did you know she would?"

"I have an instinct about people, especially when I'm turned on as I am now," she replied as she squeezed the big head of his penis through the pants.

"Christ, I can't believe this," Tom said, panting.

"We're not even started yet, Tom. Did you ever watch two women going down on each other, fondling and sucking tits, then eating cunt?"

"Shit, no. Just pictures, you know."

"Does the thought turn you on?"

"It sure does."

"How would you like to see your wife strip me naked and eat my cunt?"

"Jeez, that would be wild, but I don't think she'd do that."

"What do you think, Edith?" Bette asked. "Would you like to press your face in my crotch and suck my cunt and have me do the same to you?"

"Ya… ya… anything… everything," the woman panted, her hand rubbing furiously in Bette's crotch.

"Jesus Christ, I'm goin' crazy," the man said with a groan. "It's like some kind of sexy dream. I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up."

"You're wide awake right now, Tom," Bette told the man as she stepped back out of reach of the couple.

Smiling broadly, Bette raised the hem of her dress up over her thighs, above her excitingly filled little panties, then her guests gasped loudly as she pulled the dress right over the bulging bra cups, over her head, then she tossed it away and posed seductively for them in bra, panties and sheer nylons.

"I'm in the mood for sexy fun and games," she told them. "How about you?"

Tom reached for her, his wife followed suit and then the couple was boldly fondling her body and thighs as Bette found the bulge of the enormous erection in Tom's pants and gave it a squeeze.

"I want to have a look at this," Bette told the man, her fingers opening the buckle of his belt. "It feels like a big horse cock. Mind if I take your pants down to have a look at it?"

Without waiting for a reply, she unzipped his pants then pushed them down and licked her lips in anticipation. He was wearing shorts which bulged as though he had hidden a baseball bat in them.

"Christ," she panted as she opened the top of the shorts, "I have to see this cock."

"Sweet Jesus," Bette gasped as his shorts fell and there, waving before her startled eyes, was twelve inches of erect penis. It wasn't big in diameter and the slimness made it look even longer. Way up at the top of the muscular pole, Bette saw the swollen head which looked big and velvety.

"Are you going to allow me to use this horse cock?" Bette asked Edith as her right hand caressed the big head. "Sure. If you want to. You are so beautiful, so hot, sexy.

"Take your dress off, Edith and we'll get the party started. You, Tom," Bette said, turning to the man, "strip naked and get ready for action. I'm the boss here, you understand?"

"Sure. That's fine with me, boss."

The situation became even more exciting for Bette as the older couple accepted her dominant role without even a hint of hesitation or resentment. Sex is great, she told herself, but sex and power is super.

"Your socks too, Tom," she ordered in an appropriate tone. "Get them off. I told you I want you bare naked."

As the man sat on the edge of the couch to take his socks off, the penis that poked up looked unreal, but it also looked excitingly beautiful to Bette as she wondered whether to have it go off first in her mouth or deep in her vagina, very deep, so deep that it would surely be in her womb, she thought and trembled some more.

Bette didn't object when the man came to her and his hands reached for her semi naked breasts, fondling them with a surprisingly gentle touch.

"Would you like to have my beautiful bare breasts to play with and suck?" Bette asked the panting man.

"Yes… Christ yes… please."

"You'll have to do something first," Bette told him.

"What? Anything."

"Take your wife's bra off and show me her big tits. After that, I want to watch you loving them, sucking and licking her big nipples. Hurry now, do it, then you may take my bra off and have my tits to play with and suck."

Hurrying to his wife, the man eagerly, but with some difficulty, unhooked her bra, bared the big breasts, then he was sucking on one and fondling the other, tweaking the long, hard nipples.

As he sucked, Edith winked at Bette over his head and it was obvious that the woman who had lived such a straight life was in erotic heaven.

"Get going, Tom," Bette urged. "Give those big naked tits a royal sucking. Lick your tongue across the nipple. That's it. I want you to really make love to her breasts."

Wild with arousal as she watched the man carry out the command performance, Bette rubbed her vulva through her panties and felt moisture in the clinging nylon.

"All right, Tom, that will do," Bette said after a long time, when both breasts had been thoroughly sucked. "Kneel down and take Edith's panties off."

Again the man obeyed meekly, trembling as he fell to his knees, then he tugged the stretched panties down and the woman rested a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of them.

"Mmmm, her cunt is soft and hot," Bette observed with passion as she fondled in the warm crotch. "I think Edith needs a nice cunt lapping to make her feel good. Have you ever sucked her cunt, Tom?"

"No."

"You're going to do that now, Tom," Bette told him. "At least you are if you want to get my bra and panties off. Are you going to suck this hot, juicy cunt, Tom?" she went on as she fingered it and smeared juice on the soft lips.

"Yes," the word broke from him in a cry.

"Lie down across the couch and open your legs wide, Edith," she told the woman. "Tom is going to suck your cunt. He's going to give you a nice cunt lapping and make you have a great big come with his tongue in your horny slit."

Looking as though she would collapse from arousal, the big nude fell onto the couch and threw her big legs wide apart.

"There it is, Tom," Bette told the man. "She has a beautiful cunt. Bury your face in her nice hot crotch and suck her cunt until she comes."

Tom looked up at Bette with a pleading expression on his face, then he shrugged, lowered his face, paused with it between her big, white thighs, then with an expression of resignation, he lowered his face farther, touched that moist vulva with his mouth and began to suck it.

"Suck like a lover, Tom. Give her a first class cunt lapping," Bette ordered as she guided his hands so that they rubbed his wife's thighs and hips. "Come on, let me hear you slurping up all that hot cunt juice."

And then, as she stared, Bette became aware of a change in the man. His face burrowing in his wife's hot crotch, he was obviously enjoying what he was doing, his hands seeming to pull on her hips and he was eating her with delightful greed.

Since that was obviously under control, Bette bent over the sighing, panting woman and, after kissing her wetly on the mouth, she reached farther and claimed a long hard nipple in her mouth. Her hand found the other nipple and while the man sucked and licked in Edith's crotch, Bette doubled her delight by ardently devouring her more than ample breasts.

When Edith climaxed, her cries filled the room and her big body jerked and writhed as though explosions were rocking it like earthquakes. Later, when she was able to talk, she assured them that it was the biggest and best orgasm she had ever known.

"I think you got a surprise, didn't you, Tom?" Bette asked with a smile. "Yes," he admitted.

"Tell us about it. Tell us how it felt to have your face in her beautiful crotch, how it felt to suck and lick her tasty cunt."

"It was good, exciting. I never knew. Christ, that was really something, especially when she came and rubbed my face with those big thighs."

"Will you give her lots of cunt lappings from now on?"

"Yes, lots of them," he replied with sincerity and eagerness. "I think I could suck her cunt a hundred times a day."

"That's nice, Tom," Bette said as she unhooked her bra. "Come and get your reward now, little boy. Here," she said as she bared her lovely breasts, "come and have a nice sucky-suck."

As the wide open mouth approached her left breast, Bette held the luscious gift from below, squeezed it, then sighed as she pushed it into his mouth.

With exciting, muffled grunts and groans, Tom began to suck, but he was too rough and, gripping his hair, Bette pulled his face away.

"That was too rough," she scolded, then, acting on an impluse, she slapped his face stingingly and saw tears well up in his eyes. "When you suck my lovely young breasts, you must be very gentle. Is that clear?"

"Yes," he replied with little boyish sincerity, then Bette pushed the breast back into his mouth and he sucked very gently.

As he did, Bette felt the palm of her hand tingling and recalled the thrill of slapping the older man's face. Her thoughts projected beyond that and she pictured him lying across her thighs, crying and pleading like a boy while she spanked him with a hair brush. As his face moved to her other breast on command, Bette promised herself she would find out how it felt to dominate and spank a mature male, or perhaps tie him securely and beat him with a leather strap or a riding crop.

The thought sent fresh waves of arousal sweeping over her, so she brought Edith to her and had the woman suck her other breast. Having both her breasts sucked at the same time proved to be thoroughly delightful and she kept the husband and wife working for a long time before she took her breasts away from them and gently palmed the very sensitive nipples.

"Do you want to suck my cunt, Tom?" she asked the man.

"Yes… oh yes."

"Ask me very nicely and I may permit it," Bette teased. "Kneel down and see if you can impress me sufficiently for me to permit you to taste the warm juice of my soft cunt."

"Oh please, Bette, please," the man begged as he fell to his knees before her. "Please let me take your panties off and suck your beautiful cunt. I promise I'll be very, very gentle. Please, Bette, please let me suck your cunt."

"Is it all right with you, Edith?" Bette asked as she winked at the woman.

"Ya, Bette, ya," she replied with enthusiasm. "I can watch while he eat you cunt."

"Lie down, Tom. On your back," Bette added as the man looked puzzled but complied.

"He looks like a sailboat with its mast up," Bette confided to Edith and they laughed together.

But Tom wasn't laughing as he watched Bette step out of her panties, then she walked gracefully to him and stood astride his head so that he was able to stare up into her crotch.

"Do you like this, Tom?" Bette asked and he saw her fingers brush lightly over her vulva, then they parted a shiny wet path between the tender pink lips.

"Yes. Oh yes, Bette. I'm dying to suck your lovely little cunt."

"Are you, Tom?" she asked as she dropped to her knees.

Tom devoured her with his eyes as he stared at expanded nylon tops caressing luscious thighs, then upward to a soft, warm looking pink place that he would soon be sucking.

"Please… please," he begged as his hands touched firm thighs and tugged gently.

"Lick your lips and lie still, Tom," Bette ordered in a tone that was more firm than warm. "When I'm ready, I'm going to deliver my cunt to your mouth to be sucked and to be licked. When you make me come I'll rub my cunt all over your face. I'll make your face nice and sticky with my cunt juice."

As she spoke, Bette slowly fingered her slit and listened excitedly to the panting of the eager man over whom she had total power.

With a low sigh, she began to part her knees, then Tom's hands moved up to cup her satiny smooth buttocks. Her vulva moved slowly down toward his mouth, paused as it neared it, then it was on his open mouth.

His hands squeezed the beautiful young buttocks as he began to suck. Although he sucked with exciting greed, he remembered to be careful not to hurt the young beauty, afraid that she would take the tasty fruit away from him, that she would slap his face again. It didn't occur to the man that he could do anything about it. She was the boss and that was that.

Lying on the floor with her face close to Bette's bare bottom, Tom's wife moaned with passion, then her left hand went to her own crotch, spread the wet lips apart, then her other hand came there and a finger went into the slit and she groaned aloud.

While she trembled with delight and arousal as she watched her husband lapping the young beauty, Edith gave herself a fingering that was more exciting than any act of masturbation had ever been for her.

Just before Edith's eyes slammed closed in the onset of orgasm, she watched his tongue licking in the top of a wet slit, then her behind was bouncing on the carpet, her cries of ecstasy reverberating through the room.

When her cries abated, Edith opened her eyes just in time to see Bette's beautiful body jerking in orgasm, her hot wet crotch smearing juice all over Tom's face just as she had promised it would. The erotic massage went on for a long time, then Bette sighed as she rested, sitting on the sticky face of her lapper.

"Lie still, Tom," Bette said as she knelt up. "Did you enjoy eating my cunt?"

"Oh God, yes. I loved eating both of you. I'll always love doing it."

As the man lay still, waiting to see what was in store for him, Bette moved back down over his body until her crotch was directly above the foot-long erection and then she stopped and smiled at Edith.

"Be a lamb, dear," she said to the woman, "and open my cunt and guide that pole into it. I'm going to screw your husband a little to get his cock ready for the next step in this sexy game."

Bette slowly lowered her body until she felt the head of the penis touch her vulva, then she waited for Edith to do her job. Gentle fingers parted her crotch lips, a very big, velvety head rubbed over her open vulva, then she let a groan of passion escape her as she felt the head being guided into her more than receptive cavity.

She trembled a little, then pressed down and pushed the very stiff penis up into her. With the head inside, she paused, then pushed down and took more of it. There was still a lot of penis to come as she felt the head in her, more deeply than anything had ever penetrated her.

Bette was moaning loudly as she impaled herself on the tremendous weapon. Tom was moaning too, but it was of no concern to her. He was merely a deluxe dildo, he was something to be used and she was using him.

She was aware of things seeming to stretch inside, but that didn't detract from her pleasure and she took more and more until at last she was squirming on Tom's naked body, his pubic hair tickling her to add to her pleasure and, she guessed, to his as she felt the big tool throbbing inside her.

"Count them, Tom," Bette told the man. "You're going to get ten strokes of fuck in my cunt and then I'm going to get up and leave your cock sticking up, hard and wet. Don't you dare go off in my cunt. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Bette, yes. Anything you say. Oh Jesus, it feels so good. I never got fucked this way before."

"You like this position, do you?"

"Christ, I love it. It's wild. I'm going to ask Edith to fuck me this way all the time."

"I'm glad you said ask and not tell, Tom," Bette told him. "I think you've learned already that there is a new joy to be found in sex by submitting to the woman."

"Yes, Bette, yes. I see that. I never knew it could be so exciting."

"You're smarter than I thought, Tom. If you want a real thrill, when you get home, or perhaps tomorrow, you be the naughty little boy. Your Mummy will take your pants down, take you over her lap and give you a good spanking. She'll be the boss from now on and you'll love your new role."

Listening as her husband agreed with such eager enthusiasm, Edith trembled with delight at the thought of controlling the man, of spanking him and making him cry like a little boy. Bette, she realized, had entered her life like some kind of a god and had changed it all, had created a whole new world in which instead of being a tired old housewife, she had become something of a sex goddess.

Edith vowed she would never give up the control Bette had delivered to her.

And then Bette began riding up and down on the stiff pole. She brought her body slowly up, paused, then down, trembling with delight as the magnificent member invaded her body anew.

She rode slowly to make the pleasure greater until she completed the tenth stroke. Tom hoped desperately that she wouldn't stop at ten, but as her body moved upward, it went all the way and with a little cry, the man saw his penis swaying above him. He came very close to crying.

"Stand up, Tom," Bette ordered as she dismounted.

The man obeyed at once and stood with his stiff penis swaying, shining with the juice of Bette's vagina. As she sat on the stool, Bette reached out and found his erection nicely sticky as she gripped it near the base.

Winking at Edith, Bette rubbed the head of his penis around her lips and face, then she guided it to her mouth and hummed as she took the head inside.

It drove Bette wild to hold the penis with both hands as she took as much as she could into her mouth, then she began sucking him off, her right hand slowly masturbating him in time to the up and down motion of her warmly, wetly sucking mouth.

Through it all, the man moaned and groaned, then his wife added to his pleasure as she approached from behind, caressed his heavy sac and held it as she watched Bette's erotic ministrations with gentle hand and warm mouth.

Tom wanted the delicious thrill to go on forever, but it turned out that forever was a little more than three minutes and despite his best efforts, he knew he wasn't going to be able to delay ejaculation.

"I'm gonna shoot," he panted, hoping, praying that the woman wouldn't take his tool out of her mouth.

And then his prayers were answered as he felt the explosion in his loins and groaned as he fired the first spurt into her mouth. He felt her hand tighten its grip on his shaft and then she was slowly masturbating and sucking in rhythm to his spurting.

He fired blast after blast of semen into Bette's mouth. His knees sagged and he was panting and gasping for air as the woman went on sucking.

At last, he was drained, but still Bette refused to stop sucking on his spent tool. It began to soften, but his knees softened faster and then he fell to his knees, the soft tool slipping out of her grasp.

Tom reached for the carpet to steady himself, but it didn't work and then he fell in a state of collapse.

"That's the way to suck a man's cock," Bette calmly told Edith. "You have to let him know that you own him, that you can use him until you're finished with him."

"Oh Bette, so great you are," the woman said in awe. "Like a queen you are. Like a goddess."

Leaving the man lying on the floor, panting and gasping, the women went to get drinks. As they sipped and fondled each other, they talked about how they would use him again, later, after their lesbian fun and games had brought him to another erection.

Chapter 8

Bette's Summer of sex was packed away into her memory as she returned to college. As she had promised herself, she was able to devote her full attention to her studies.

A degree in Business Administration seemed in keeping with her plans to achieve a position of power in life and she gave it everything she bad. Her marks astounded students and faculty alike, but she didn't seem at all impressed. After all, it was her goal and achieving it was no big thing, just something one did, if that one happened to be Bette. Instead of living in a dorm or a sorority house, Bette rented an apartment so that she could have the privacy she wanted. There was time for study and for listening to the music she liked and, when she felt in the mood for sex, it was to a battery operated vibrator she turned. It and her imagination served her well.

When she was sure she could continue to lead every class and still allow some time for sex with others, Bette looked around for suitable partners.

She selected Esther as her first partner. Esther was a year older than Bette. She was a quiet, shy young woman. Esther was a bit on the plump side, though not fat. She had a thick waist, big but shapely legs and, what intrigued Bette most, were Esther's breasts.

Bette had seen them once while a group changed into bathing suits. They jutted like melons and had a look of smoothness and firmness that delighted her and made her want to have those breasts squirming in her hands, wanted to hold one with both hands and suck until the dark -haired young woman begged for mercy.

Having decided that Esther would be her partner from time to time, Bette wasted no time going after her. That Esther admired her was obvious. There were a few more things to be learned and Bette wasted no time in doing so.

Although normally reticent, Esther was eager to talk to Bette, to tell everything about herself. She wasn't quite a virgin. There had been one experience with a man and it had been painful and totally unpleasant. She had never tried lesbian sex, but displayed no discomfort at the mention of it.

"Have you any plans for the weekend?" Bette asked as they chatted after class on a Thursday.

"No," Esther replied, a little sadly. "I never have any plans."

"Well you have now, Esther. Pack a few things and plan to spend the weekend with me. After class tomorrow, we'll go somewhere and have a nice dinner, then we'll go to my apartment."

"For the whole weekend?" Esther asked and Bette was pleased with what she saw in the young woman's eyes.

"For the whole weekend. I'm sure we'll find lots of things to do," Bette told her and looked at the outline of the big breasts.

At that, Esther blushed a little, but the look of excitement grew and Bette trembled at the thought of how exciting it would be to train the innocent young woman in the lesbian arts.

Esther was still nicely nervous when they met after the final class on Friday. If Bette was nervous too, it was a controlled nervousness, the nervousness of erotic anticipation.

As they got into Bette's car, the hem of Esther's dress rode up a little, enough to show how nicely her thighs stretched the nylon. Bette heard a little intake of breath as she put a hand on the thigh, patted, then gave it a nice squeeze. The other girl blushed a little, but made no effort to remove the hand, then Bette took it away.

Bette had a generous allowance from her father and it permitted them to enjoy a pleasant dinner in a fashionable restaurant.

Bette observed that, as usual, two women were seated in an inferior location, or would have been had she permitted it to happen. The maitre d' was barely able to hide his annoyance as he led them to the window table Bette had insisted on with quiet confidence.

"If we were a couple of noisy, cigar smoking salesmen," Bette informed the maitre d' after she had ordered drinks, "we'd get first class service."

"I can assure you, madame," he said with a stiff bow, "that your service will be excellent."

In less time than Bette would have believed possible, a young waiter arrived with their drinks and Bette bathed him in a warm smile as she thanked him.

"You're too much, Bette," Esther told her in awe, a little later when it was obvious that they were getting perfect service. "I've watched mother and her friends in restaurants. For all their mink and jewelry, they still get treated like second class citizens."

"And they complain and bitch about it, especially to each other. Right?"

"Right, but it doesn't change anything."

"Of course not. A woman can get anything she demands, as long as she knows it. Whining is for dogs."

And then the tone of the conversation was lightened and they chatted animatedly over a fine dinner. They talked about themselves and laughed as they commented on many of the other diners. They finished the meal with coffee and drambuie, Bette left a generous tip and as they walked to her car in the parking lot, they held hands.

"I feel so good, Bette," Esther told her. "It's sort of the way I always expected I'd feel with the right man on a date. I guess that sounds crazy."

"Far from it, Esther. I know just what you mean and it's going to be a beautiful weekend, one we'll both remember."

As they got into the car, Bette allowed the hem of her dress to ride high and, pretending not to notice, she was very much aware that Esther kept stealing glances at the contrast of creamy white thighs and expanded nylon tops. Yes, she silently assured herself, it was going to be a very beautiful weekend. Her body had been hungry for sex with a woman and over the weekend it would enjoy a banquet of warm, willing, writhing flesh.

In the elevator on the way up to her apartment, Bette was aware that her friend was trembling a little, that her breathing was a little irregular.

While Esther explored the apartment, impressed by the taste with which it had been decorated and furnished, Bette turned the tape deck on. She had already selected the music she wanted for the evening, subdued, gentle music, music to seduce a beautiful young woman by.

Turning away from the machine, Bette took Esther by the hand and they began to dance. It was a slow, sinuous dance, their bodies touching in mounting excitement, sending and receiving vibes that told of beauty and excitement to come.

While they danced, Bette made sure that their breasts rubbed together a few times. Each time, she felt a response that added to her delight. Near the end of the dance, Bette allowed her hand to move lower and lower on the back of her partner.

Far from resisting, Esther moved subtly closer and then, as the final bars of the music played, one of Bette's hands rode slowly over the upper slope of a firm buttock, down to the apex of the cheek, it squeezed, then their bodies rubbed hotly against each other as their mouths mashed wetly in a kiss of fierce passion.

"Help me, Bette," Esther whispered with a little cry, after their kiss.

"Yes, dear," Bette told her as she held the smooth face of the young woman between her hands, "I'll help you. It's going to be beautiful, so very beautiful."

Tilting the pretty face upward, Bette brought her open mouth down on Esther's in a kiss that was surprisingly light and gentle, then Bette took the trembling young woman by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

There was a light on beside the bed, providing a dim, golden glow that fitted so perfectly with the golden satin sheets which awaited their bodies.

"What are we going to do, Bette?" Esther asked, her voice breaking with excitement.

"I'm going to introduce you to the joy and beauty of two women making love. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes. I don't know. I'm so nervous."

"You knew why you were coming here, didn't you?" Bette asked, delighting in the nervousness of the young woman and in her power over Esther, over another human.

"I guess. I don't know what to do."

"That's easy, Esther. Just surrender your body to me," Bette told her as she opened the top of her own dress and unhurriedly pulled it over her head to display her lush body in black lace bra and panties, her nipples barely covered, her pubic bush visible through the sheer panties.

"Does my body excite you, Esther?"

"Oh God, yes. I never dreamed…"

"I'm going to undress you now, Esther. I'm going to strip you naked. You have a lovely big body just made to be loved."

As Bette reached to open the dress, Esther's hands came up in an instinctive gesture of protest, then they stopped.

"How nervous you are, dear," Bette told her as she opened the top of the dress and pulled it down to reveal the bulging cups of a white bra and the deep, smooth cleavage of big, milky white breasts.

"I'm sorry, Bette. I can't help it."

"Don't be sorry, Esther. Your nervousness is exciting. It's as though I'm seducing a little girl."

Licking her lips in anticipation, Bette lovingly fondled the big cups, delighting in the firmness of the breasts, her pulse pounding as she anticipated sucking and fondling them, burying her face in the warmth between them.

"There's nothing little girlish about these beautiful big tits, Esther. You're going to love it when I suck and fondle them. You'll feel the thrill right in your crotch."

Releasing the breasts, Bette slowly worked the dress down over the wide, well fleshed hips and watched as it fell around Esther's feet.

"Mmmmmm, how beautiful," Bette whispered huskily as her hands tested the firmness of the thick waist, rubbed over amazingly firm hips, then while one hand fondled a lovely, firm buttock, the other closed over the bulge of mons veneris and squeezed.

"You like, dear?" Bette asked as her hands worked on her squirming victim.

"Yes, but I'm so fat and you're so beautiful."

"Don't be silly, Esther. You're not fat. You're big and beautiful. The moment I saw you naked in the change room, I knew I had to take you to bed."

Drawing Esther into a warm embrace, Bette brought their mouths together in a passionate kiss while both her hands squeezed plump buttocks, pulling the squirming young woman against her.

As she was ending the kiss, Bette's finger slipped the hooks of Esther's bra, then she moved back and pulled the garment down and off, a little cry escaping from her as she stared at the big, firmly jutting breasts, smooth and white and enticingly pink tipped.

Dropping the bra, her hands replaced the cups and as she fondled the big beauties, Esther's sighs of passion sounded almost like cries.

"Lovely, lovely big, creamy smooth tits," Bette said as she fondled them. "How I'm going to love sucking these beauties. I'll make your nipples so sensitive, so long and hard. I'll make your nice big bum squirm all over the bed."

And then without warning, she released the big breasts and, bending, she took the stretched white nylon panties down and allowed them to fall in a puddle around Esther's feet, then she helped her step out of them, naked and hot and trembling.

"What a beautiful nude you are, Esther. Reubens would have loved to paint you. I'm sure he'd have gone off in his pants at the sight of you."

"Oh Bette, are you going to strip naked too?" Esther asked, her voice breaking.

"Yes, dear. Here, I'll take my bra off now and show you my tits. There, do you like them?" she asked as she quickly bared the luscious, conical breasts.

"Oh Bette, they're so beautiful, perfect cones. I want to feel them and rub them and suck them. I never felt like this before."

"You will, dear, in a little while. Crouch now and take my panties off. Touch me while you're doing it. I want to feel your hands on me."

Big bare breasts bobbing, Esther squatted and reached for the panties. The sound of her panting was loud in the quiet room as she bared Bette's pubic bush, then took the panties all the way down and Bette stepped out of them.

"Shall I take your garter belt and nylons off?" she asked.

"Don't bother, dear. They won't be in the way and I'm eager to take you to bed and make love, nice sexy lesbian love."

"Yes, Bette, yes."

"Christ, I'm going to make you come and come and come."

"Oh yes, Bette. I want that. Oh," Esther gasped as Bette put a hand between the big, silken thighs and moved it slowly back and forth over the soft vulva of the young woman.

"Mmmmm, your little pussy is so warm and soft and so tender," Bette whispered as she stroked it. "I'll suck those tender pink lips into my mouth. I'll fuck your hot little cunt with my tongue. I'll drink your juice and lick your clit and make you come like you've never come before."

"Yes, Bette, yes… please… please. I'm going out of my mind."

Esther turned to go to the bed, her big buttocks in exciting motion, perfect silken rounds. Just as she reached the bed, Bette stopped her with an arm around her nicely bulging tummy.

"Hold it right there for a moment, Esther. There's something I just have to do."

Her right hand rubbed Esther's right buttock, then she drew it back and gave the young woman a stinging spank. As she did, the firm cheek joggled just a little under her open hand.

"The other cheek," Bette said, then she gave it a hard spank, the sound ringing through the room like a pistol shot.

"Ow! What was that for?" Esther asked, her eyes wet and shining.

"I don't know, dear," Bette replied as she rubbed the left cheek of the big behind. "I just had to do that. It didn't really hurt, did it?"

"No, I guess not."

"It felt so good, so sexy. Later, after we've made love, I may take you across my lap and give you a spanking, a real spanking that will make your bare bum nice and warm and pink. I've never wanted to spank anyone before."

And then Bette moved onto the bed, the satin sheet so cool and exciting against her skin. Esther followed, then they were locked in erotic embrace, their naked bodies writhing as they kissed, one of Bette's thighs moving between Esther's.

As the embrace went on, their kiss became more than a kiss as they licked and sucked and exchanged saliva for a long time before they came up for air.

Claiming one big breast with both hands, Bette spent a few seconds fondling it, then her open mouth closed around hardening nipple and satiny smooth skin and she began to suck.

Bette sucked greedily, both hands rubbing the satin smooth breast and as she did, Esther's cries of passion were so loud that they sounded like cries of agony in the quiet room.

After she had suckled the breast for a long time, she released it and a radiant smile spread across her face as she stared at the hard, elongated nipple, shining wetly with saliva, then she looked at the other breast, took it in both hands and resumed sucking while the woman's big behind began bouncing on the bed and, as Bette had promised, Esther could feel the sucking in the churning heat in her crotch, deep in her vagina.

"Oh Bette, don't stop," Esther panted, her voice rough. "Suck, Bette, suck… suck my tit. I feel it right in my cunt, just like you said. Oh yes… yes… suck… keep sucking."

Bette was delighted to oblige and when she finally took her mouth off the breast, the hardened, elongated nipple was shining like an erotic red beacon on the milky white breast.

"Please, Bette," Esther whined as her hands reached for Bette's conical breasts, "let me suck yours. I want to know what it feels like"

"Later, Esther, after I finish with you, after you come with my face in your crotch, my tongue deep in your hot cunt. Open your legs wide and show me your virgin cunt."

Obediently, Esther spread her legs wide apart, the firm, smooth thighs framing a delightful little pink slit, then as Bette guided her, she bent her knees up and spread them wide to accentuate the erotic nudity of her crotch.

"Oh Christ, Esther, what a delicious sight you are. My mouth and tongue are going to enjoy a banquet in your crotch," she went on, then sighed and licked her tongue over her lips in anticipation. "Are you ready for it, Esther? Tell me."

"Yes… yes… I'm ready."

"I'm going to kiss and suck and lick your cunt until you come like rockets."

"Yes, Bette, yes… hurry… I'm going crazy… suck me, suck my cunt."

Bette found a wild delight in teasing her partner so she made her wait. Esther was making crying sounds, wild with desire as gentle fingers spread her crotch lips wide.

"Ooh, your pretty little cunt is all shiny with nice warm juice," Bette said as she slowly fingered the girl.

"Do it, Bette, do it please. Suck me and make me do it. Make me come."

"Yes, baby, yes," Bette told her as she worked the long finger in her partner's slit, listening to the squishy sounds and watching Esther writhing in lust, out of her mind with desire and abandon.

Moving her finger slowly to the top of the wet, hot slit, Bette brushed it lightly over the dark, hard clitoral bud and watched Esther's body jerk strongly in fevered response.

"Please, Bette, please," Esther pleaded. "I'm beg in ging you. Please suck my cunt and let me come down before I go crazy."

Drawing a fine line between exercising her power and actually torturing her partner, Bette lowered her face to the wide open crotch, brushed her moist lips over thighs that were warm and smoother than satin, she exhaled warmly on Esther's vulva and heard a loud groan as the crotch kept jerking in search of the desperately wanted mouth, then with a muffled cry, Bette pressed her open mouth down on the soft, warm, wet place and began sucking.

Esther shrieked, her body jerked strongly again, then her thighs were rubbing the lovely face of the hungrily sucking woman. As she ate her crotch banquet, Bette's hands lovingly explored hips and thighs and tummy, then worked their way upward until each was rubbing and warmly squeezing a big, firm breast.

When she had sucked juice from the eager fountain, Bette poured warm saliva into the silken well to replenish the supply of juice. It marinated quickly with Esther's juices and when she sucked and licked it away she found the erotic taste of woman, the flavor of steaming hot vaginal nectar and she drank it greedily.

While Bette sucked greedily, Esther kept moaning and panting as though in a death agony, then there was another shriek from the lesbian novitiate as a slightly rough tongue rasped over her clitoris and her behind jerked up off the sheet.

"Mmmm… mmmm… mmmmmmmm," Bette ummed as she tongued the sensitized, throbbing passion bud and listened to Esther singing the national anthem of the Isle of Lesbos, "mmmm… mmmm… mmmm."

As she felt Esther's naked body tensing and heard a change of pitch in her cries of ecstasy, Bette brought her hands back to the well fleshed hips and held firmly. Just a few more slow licks and she'll explode, she thought as she made each lick over the hard passion bud slower and slower, then the whole room seemed to shake with the sound of Esther's shrieks of ecstasy.

Holding her partner tight with her arms wrapped around her tummy, Bette stole two more agonizing licks of her clit, each drawing a cry of near pain, then she rested with her open mouth pressed on the wet, tasty target until, at last, the fierce spasms finally stopped and Esther began to drift back to earth.

Later, as they rested, they talked in shared awe of what it had been like.

"I can't describe it, Bette," Esther said with a little squeal. "It's like I've been to heaven and back. I never knew anything could be so good. Are you going to let me suck and lick your cunt like that?"

"Let you? Esther dear, I'm going to insist on it."

"Oh yes, I want to. I'm dying to find out what it feels like to… you know… to suck your cunt the way you sucked and licked mine."

"You'll find out and you're going to love it. We're going to spend the whole weekend eating each oth er's pussy and doing lots of sexy things."

Minutes later, as she lay with her face buried between Bette's big, smooth thighs, her mouth fastened greedily to an open slit, Esther found a new kind of ecstasy.

As Bette had promised, they spent the whole weekend having a delightful orgy for two.

Chapter 9

Through the remainder of the college year, Esther was always eager to visit Bette for another lesbian romp. She would have been happy to spend every night there, but that was out of the question. Sex, to Bette, was a once in a while thing. Getting top marks rated and received top priority.

Before the winter break, Bette was so far ahead of the class in every subject that the only competition was for second place. For sexual change of pace, Bette decided to find a male who would be ready to meet her needs in that area. Ignoring the students, she looked over the faculty with a critical eye.

She was looking for a man who had some of the qualities that made Derek such a wonderful lover. As she narrowed down the field of possibilities, her eye turned more and more to a sixty-one year old professor who seemed more alive and vital than most of the younger men.

Bette found opportunities to chat with the man, and she found him more and more fascinating. Checking his reaction, she bent to permit him a generous view of cleavage and lush, firm breasts. She liked what she saw in his eyes.

In the course of the same conversation, the hem of her short skirt rode above the tops of her nylons and his eyes followed. His expression was youthfully eager as he accepted an invitation for dinner at her apartment.

"What would you like for dinner?" she asked, smiling.

"You know the answer to that, Bette," he told her and licked his lips as his eyes moved over her.

"I hope you won't find your food too hot," she replied and saw a promising bulge in his pants as he assured her he wouldn't.

The professor, Edward, arrived precisely on time. His expression added to Bette's feeling of arousal and the man looked younger than the last time she had seen him.

Bette had rejected the idea of greeting him in a sexy negligee as being too corny, so she wore a short, low cut, simple black dress, though when she put it on it ceased to be simple as it hugged the generous curves of her body.

Nicely chilled martinis were produced and soon they were chatting as easily as if they had known each other for years.

Deliberately, Bette sat opposite him and allowed him to see how excitingly her white thighs contrasted with the dark nylon tops and how the black garter belt suspender was held taut against her satiny looking thighs. As she approached the end of her drink, Bette uncrossed her legs to show him how her black panties snugged in her crotch, then she got up and walked to him.

He stood at once, seemingly proud of the bulge in the front of his pants, then she was in his arms and they met in a wet, passionate kiss. All through the kiss, she was excitedly conscious of the hard, throbbing bulge, especially when his hands rubbed down her back until they were fondling her buttocks through dress and tiny panties.

After the kiss, she took his hand and they walked to her bedroom, both highly aroused, yet controlled. In the bedroom, they shared another very wet kiss, their tongues playing games as he again fondled her plump buttocks, then as the kiss ended, he opened the top of her dress and she raised her arms to allow him to pull it over her head.

"My God, Bette, how truly lovely you are," Edward said in awe as he dropped her dress onto a chair and stared at what her body did to the little black bra and panties.

"I have a feeling you'll know how to handle me, dear," she told him with quiet confidence. "For a little while, I'm all yours."

"And I thought I was too old to believe in Santa Claus," the professor said as he began undressing.

When he stopped, he was naked and his penis was not only magnificently erect, but it was even bigger than Derek's. The equipment which hung below the base looked big and solidly filled.

"You're beautiful, Edward. I knew you would be, but that magnificent cock is even better than I'd have guessed."

"It's all yours, Bette. Why me? There are so many younger, stronger men around campus?"

"Is that a complaint?" she teased.

"You know it isn't."

"I haven't gone to bed with a man since I came here. I wanted the first one to be right. I think you are."

"I think so too. You must be hungry after all these months."

"I have a girl friend on call. She keeps me content."

"I know who she is," the professor told her. "I've seen the way she eats you with her eyes."

"You should see the way she eats me with her mouth."

"I'd love to."

"We may arrange that, darling. She's still a virgin and wants to change her status."

"Christ, what a thought. Right now though, you're the only woman in the world."

"I'm overdressed, Edward. Do something about it."

Reaching around her, he easily unhooked her bra, then drew it off her arms, gasping aloud at the sight of her lush, pink tipped breasts.

"Sweet Jesus. I've never seen such lovely breasts," the professor told her as he dropped the bra and reached for them.

His touch was light and loving, strong yet gentle and if she had closed her eyes she could have believed it was Derek, touching her as he had that first time.

And then he was crouched before her and her panties were going down. He didn't just pull them down, he unveiled her as he would a precious work of art and, after she stepped out of the little triangle of nylon, his open mouth was nuzzling her nicely rounded mons veneris while she rubbed his head and her contented purring filled the room with erotic music.

Edward further amazed her by picking her up as easily as if she were a child. His hands did lovely things as he held her, then he gently deposited her on the bed and then they met in a passionate embrace and there were no clothes between her and the big, stiff, throbbing tool she so hungered for.

Through a long, panting session of foreplay, the professor played her like a precious instrument and she produced music to match his efforts. When he sucked her breasts, he ate greedily, yet so gently that she couldn't believe it.

And then he was sucking in the steamy heat of her crotch. Her sighs turned to loud cries as he devoured her with gentle mouth and asp-like tongue until she shrieked in fierce orgasm.

"Oooh, lover man," Bette said when she had recovered enough breath to permit speech. "You really know how to make a woman come."

"Glad you liked it, angel," he told her as he gently rubbed her tummy. "You're sweet eating. I loved the way you strangled me with your thighs when you came."

"Did you love it enough that you'd like seconds?"

"And thirds and tenths and hundreds more. Are you in the mood to feed me again?"

"I am, but will that beautiful hard-on keep?"

"As long as I want it to."

"Are you sure you're sixty-one, darling?"

"Yes, but my pecker works better than it did at twenty-one. Don't ask me why, that's just the way it is."

"Who am I to question perfection? Ready for some more muff diving?"

"Better yet, I'd like a facial."

"A facial? I'm just a student and you're the professor. Tell me."

"Well, my angel, in a facial, I lie on my back and you sit on my face. While I suck and lick your precious pussy, I can play with your bum and finger your little pink back door. It should turn you on and when you come, you smear my face with cunt juice as you rub all over me and give me a cunt facial. How does that sound?"

"Like heaven and Christmas and the Fourth of July all rolled into one. Lie back, lover, I'll give you home delivery of hot pussy pizza."

Edward chuckled as he lay back on the bed, then when he watched Bette crouching above his face he stopped laughing and began panting. She paused with her lush bottom and wet crotch just above his face, then she sighed as she brought the package down slowly until her warm, wet vulva was parked on his mouth, kissing him as he kissed back.

His hand reached around to capture a pair of plump, silken buttocks, then he was fondling and squeezing them as he sucked voraciously. As he had promised, he found a tiny little aperture between the firm rounds and Bette emitted a little yelp as the finger pushed up the narrow hole, then he was slowly, gently fingering her anus as he ate in her crotch with the same gourmet approach he had shown earlier.

He gave her a lovely lapping, his fingers dug into her buttocks as she tensed for the explosion, then she threw her head back and shrieked as she climaxed. As the spasms tore through her, Bette didn't have to remember the instructions, instinct took over and her crotch smeared his upturned face with warm, sticky nectar until she sighed warmly in the afterglow of orgasm and sat, resting on his sticky face.

"Oh angel, you're too good to be true," the professor told her as she moved and sat on his chest while he stared lovingly at what he had sucked and lapped. "You're so great you make it feel like the first time. At my age, that's quite an achievement."

"The way you eat cunt, lover, it's like the first time for me too."

"Hey, you're not going away, are you?" Edward asked as she moved down over his body, still straddling him.

"Not far away, darling. Do you think I'm crazy? Ooh, look what I found," she said, excitedly as she reached under her and closed a gentle hand around his stiff, throbbing rod.

"What do you suppose it is?" he asked with a happy grin.

"I think it's a very sexy throne and since I'm a queen, I'm going to sit on it. Do you mind?"

"If I do, I'll have my lawyer speak to you in the morning."

"That will be too late, lover," she told him as she rubbed the head of his tool on her vulva. "You're about to get fucked. I'm going to rape you, you innocent little boy."

"Oh no," he protested, "not that. Don't fuck me, Miss. I'm an innocent little virgin. I'm afraid."

"Are you?" she asked and positioned the velvet head into the opening. "How exciting. I love to frighten innocent little boys. Lie still. Don't you dare move. Mummy is going to fuck her little boy. If you dare to move, Mummy will turn you over and give you a strapping on your bare ass."

Edward opened his mouth to go on with the game, to make another protest, but just then Bette lowered her body and as she impaled herself on the throbbing jiont, the professor was speechless.

As she captured his tool inside the churning depths of her vagina, Bette panted loudly, then she was grinding down on her victim, her strong vaginal walls strangling the hard captive.

Toying with the ecstatic man, she let him watch as she rested there, playing with her lush breasts while his stiff penis throbbed inside her, then she began to ride him.

"Take it… take it… take it," she taunted, her lovely naked breasts bobbing as she rode. "Take your first fuck," she hissed. "I'm going to fuck you silly. My cunt will be sucking your semen until you think you're going to faint or die. Take it… take it… take your fuck… now… now… now."

And take it he did, groaning with lust as the beautiful young nude rode him with equestrienne grace, her wildly bobbing breasts adding to his delight while her vagina, feeling as tight as a closed hand in a wet velvet glove, rode up and down on his slippery pole.

The man couldn't begin to count the number of women with whom he'd had sex in bed, cars, boats, on kitchen tables, toilets, bent over cars in parking lots or wherever, but the one thing of which he was sure was that no woman had ever been such a total delight. She was more than a woman, she had become a goddess and, in the process, had promoted him to the status of God.

"Oh Christ, Bette," he groaned after a long time, "I want to hold back, but I can't."

"Can't you, lover?" she asked as she slowly drew her body up until only the swollen head of his tool was inside her vagina, she paused, then came down just as slowly. "Can't you make your brakes work?"

Again she slowly lifted, almost letting the stiff, long invader escape, then she slowly pressed down and stole the full length of it.

"Are you going to shoot all your rich cream up my hot cunt? Shame on you, you naughty boy. Shame on you… shame on you… shame on you…"

She timed it perfectly so that as the strangled cry broke from his throat, she pressed down hard on him, her magnificent bottom grinding on him as she felt the stiff tool expanding inside her and then he was shooting it to her, panting and gasping for air as he clutched at the luscious buttocks and decided that he had found the perfect way to die, that dying that way would eliminate the need for heaven in that he had already achieved so much more than that.

But he didn't die and when he opened his eyes, Bette was still sitting on the wreckage of his erection, smiling down on him in a way that would have turned the sun black with envy.

"Ooh, lover, that was some special kind of a fuck," she told him and he saw perspiration trickling into the cleavage of her breasts.

"When I'm able to talk again," he told her, his voice weak, "I'll say the same thing. Where are you from, anyway?"

"What the hell does geography matter?" Bette asked and laughed.

"I mean you're definitely not from anywhere on earth, you're so much more than human, mortal. You must be from another planet."

"Would you believe that I'm from heaven and that I'm the virgin what's her name?"

"That's the last thing I'd ever believe," Edward told her and they laughed together, laughed so hard that his spent tool slipped out of the warm, wet nest.

While Bette went to the bathroom, Edward found the martini pitcher and glasses, then they sipped drinks on the bed and talked. They found many things to talk about, but mostly, the topic of conversation was how well they suited each other, how they enjoyed what they had shared and what they were going to do.

Deciding that their bodies required fuel in order to keep functioning, they went to the kitchen, naked and talked some more as Bette prepared a couple of steaks, sauteed mushrooms, then they sat at the dining room table and feasted. While the food looked and tasted beautiful, Edward couldn't take his eyes away from her firmly jutting breasts for long.

They washed steak and mushrooms down with a bottle of fine Beaujolais Edward had brought and then, as he felt his penis stirring, he decided it was time for dessert.

"But I haven't anything for dessert," Bette told him, surprised.

"The hell you haven't," he said with a grin and as he got under the table, Bette, understanding, moved her bottom to the front of the chair and leaned back, her legs spread wide apart.

Edward kissed and licked her inner thighs while his hostess sighed warmly, then his mouth was on her vulva and he was eating a juicy dessert which, he assured her after she had stopped jerking in orgasm, was truly fit for a God.

They returned to the bedroom for more dessert and lots of erotic fun and games. Later, they decided to be old fashioned and make love in what Edward called married style.

"What the hell is married style?" Bette asked as his right hand moved delightfully in her crotch, spreading the moisture which welled from her vagina.

"I'll show you," he told her with a serious expression, then he turned his back to her and began snoring loudly.

"You sneaky bastard," she protested and gave him a hard smack on the behind.

Laughing, he rolled over, all the way and then he was lying atop her, crushing her delightfully with his warm, wet body.

Before he could reach for his penis to get it into her wet, waiting haven, her hand found it and guided it to its nesting place. He fed it to her, slowly, lovingly and for a long time their bodies rocked in erotic rhythm, their sweat mingling, bodies squeaking until, a little after Bette had climaxed yet again, he was jerking between her enfolding thighs as her greedily sucking vagina sucked him dry and left him feeling strong enough to wrestle a five day old kitten to a draw.

Chapter 10

When Edward visited again, a few days later, was for a very special purpose. When he rang t" bell, Bette and Esther broke their passionate e brace and Bette took her hand out of Esther crotch, where panties were warm and wet.

"Don't let anybody in, Bette," Esther plead "My cunt is on fire. I can't stand it." Bette hid her laugh as she hurried to the door, it closed behind Edward, she moved into his arms, they shared a passionate kiss, then they walk quietly to the open door of the bedroom.

Bette laughed merrily as they saw Esther sprawled on the bed, her skirt well above her hips, her legs wide apart as they had been when Bette left her. Hurriedly, blushing furiously, Esther turned and jerked her skirt down.

"Damn it, Bette," she gasped, "that was a dirty trick."

"Silly," Bette chided. "Remember I told you I'd find a nice man, a perfect lover to pluck your cherry?"

"You… you mean…?"

"Meet the world's greatest lover, darling. When he gets that magic cock buried in your cunt, you'll wish you had met him when you were five years old. Come on, let's go have a drink before you have a heart attack or poop in your panties."

Over drinks, they cahtted and Esther gradually recered from the shock. Getting up, ette carried her drink with her as she went to sit on Edward's lap, her dress hiked high so that he could see what he was playing with between her lush thighs.

As she watched intently, Esther felt shock passing all the way out of the scene, to be replaced with hot arousal. It didn't cool her off a bit when Edward opened the front of Bette's dress and took her breasts out to play.

"Aren't these tits beautiful, Esther?" the professor asked as he fondled them, elongating the dark nipples. "I hear you have a truly magnificent pair."

"I guess so," she agreed, a bit nervously. "I used to think they were too big, but Bette seems to like them."

"I'm anxious to watch her fondling and sucking them as the two of you writhe in the nude on the bed. I love that, the sights and sounds of women making lesbian love."

"I hope I won't be too nervous."

"You won't be, angel. I'll see to that," Bette said.

While Bette and Esther sipped their drinks, the man ignored his as he stroked the crotch of Bette's panties and fondled her breasts, causing her nipples to get long and hard.

"Do you enjoy watching?" the professor asked.

"Yes. It's real sexy."

"I think you'll really get turned on when you watch me fucking her."

"Her? I mean… I thought you were…"

"Going to fuck you? Of course I am, my dear. I'll fuck Bette first, then when my cock gets stiff again, it will be your turn. If you've never watched a couple fucking, it will drive you wild."

"I never have. In fact, I've never seen a hard penis."

"Good heavens, we'll have to do something about that," Edward told her. "Up you get, Bette dear. I have something to show our sexy friend."

Bette hurried to her feet, smiling, then Edward stood. Smiling warmly at their visitor, he slowly unzipped his fly, let Esther see the bulge in his red briefs, then he pushed the top of the briefs down and heard Esther gasp as a big, stiff penis came out to greet her. The skin was pulled well back from the very big head.

"My God." Esther gasped, "it's so big, so long. Is it really possible to get all that into a woman's… you know?"

"A woman's cunt?" Bette asked and winked. "Not only is it possible, but it's delightful, dear. You're going to squirm with delight when you feel all that bone going in and out of your snatch."

"But it has to hurt, doesn't it?"

"Only the first time, Esther. It's the price we all have to pay for being female. Still, there are some very nice compensations, aren't there?"

"Come Esther," the professor invited. "Shake hands with my randy friend."

Esther advanced, nervously, trembling, then her right hand reached for the tool that would remove her hymen. It felt so hard as she caressed the shaft, then her hand closed around the big head, squeezing gently.

"Ooh, it feels like velvet."

"And your thighs feel like satin," Edward told her as he put a hand under her dress and felt his way upward over a big thigh until his hand was squeezing the lower slope of a delightfully firm buttock. "I can tell you're going to be a gloriously beautiful nude, Esther."

"Thanks. I hope you won't be angry about my being so nervous."

"On the contrary, my dear," he told her as his hand came around over the front of her thigh and pushed into her crotch, palm upward, rubbing gently where nylon caressed soft, warm vulva, "the excitement of a virgin, the trembling nervousness make the whole thing more thrilling."

"I think it's time to get the fucking party started," Bette said as she removed her dress and tossed it away.

On cue, the man began undressing, then he was naked and Esther stared at the heavy appendage to his penis as it swayed between his strong looking thighs while his big tool seemed to be twitching in anticiipation.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out a condom and handed it to Bette.

"Be a dear and dress Mister Dick," will you, Bette?"

"Why are you using that?" Esther asked as she saw Bette rolling the thin latex down the long, hard shaft.

"Out of consideration, my dear. Later, you and Bette will entertain me by eating each other's cunt. I want her cunt to be nice and fresh when you suck it."

"Gee, I guess Bette's right about you. You think of everything," Esther told the professor, impressed.

"Every man should, my dear. When a woman gives a man the precious gift of her body, she deserves consideration. After all, it's the greatest gift a human can confer."

"You make it sound like a sacrament," Esther said with a little smile.

"It is. It's the sacrament of flesh, the high mass of humankind."

While the two talked, Bette removed her bra and panties, then she erected her nipples. After that, she went to Esther and began undressing her.

"I'm excited, Bette, but I'm scared," Esther said, her voice breaking as Bette removed her dress.

"That's the way it should be, dear. I'll take your bra off now and show Edward your beautiful big breasts."

Esther made one small move to stay Bette's hands, then she surrendered, the garment was unhooked, then pulled down her arms and it was Edwards's turn to gasp aloud.

"Kee-rist, Bette. I see what you mean about her tits. My God, they're glorious. Come here, Esther."

Her knees weak, Esther walked to the man and his hands were thrillingly gentle as they fondled the big beauties while Bette crouched and took Esther's panties down, then fondled her buttocks with one hand while the other went between the big thighs to finger the tight, hot, virginal slit.

And as Bette worked below Esther's waist, Edward worked above, fondling the big breasts, tweaking her nipples until they jutted like pencil erasers, then she began to squirm as he fitted his open mouth around one breast and began to suckle it while his hands continued to explore the satiny smooth surfaces.

Esther whimpered and sighed and panted as the dual invasion of her naked body went on, then she panted the message that she was going to climax.

"Of course you are, dearling," Bette told the girl as her finger gently stroked a hardened, sensitized clitoris.

"I'm close… I'm close," Esther panted.

"Yes, baby, yes. Have a nice big come while I finger your cunt and he sucks your tits. Have a beautiful come."

And on command, Esther did, her big behind jerking as delicious spasms tore through her while she cried out with wild abandon until the spasms stopped and she sighed.

"God, I never dreamed anything like that could happen to me," Esther said in awe. "Imagine, a naked man and woman working on me at the same time."

That's one of the reasons sex is more interesting than chess," the professor told her with a serious expression. "Any number can play."

"Stop being so fucking profound," Bette told the man after she stopped laughing. "Come to bed and eat my cunt."

"My pleasure," he responded, then, as Esther crouched by the bed, Bette spread her legs wide and bent them back over her body to give the man her hotly tingling vagina to feast on. Licking his lips, he lowered himself into position, then he was sucking noisily, his hands roving over thighs and tummy as he ate greedily.

The sight was so stimulating to Esther that she sent a hand into her own crotch, penetrated her wet slit with one finger and began humming as she fingered herself to another great orgasm.

Bette wasn't far behind. After the man had sucked her tender core for a little while, he began lashing her with a nicely raspy tongue, he flicked it over her clit again and again and then Bette was jerking and moaning in delightful orgasm.

"I'm really ready for that fuck now, lover," she said, still panting. "Are you ready to mount me?" she asked as she again spread her lovely legs wide apart."

"We could give our guest a much better view if you were to kneel on all fours," Edward told her.

"Doggie style? Great," Bette replied, then her breasts were swaying as she knelt on all fours, knees wide apart so that Esther could see it all, arched behind, anus, vulva and beautiful thighs.

"Get up on the bed, Esther," the professor told the big nude. "Get your face under her belly and you can watch what a cock and cunt look like when they're fucking."

Eagerly, Esther scrambled into position, lying with her face upturned between Bette's thighs.

"How does it look from there?" Edward asked as he knelt up close to Bette's bare bottom.

"It's wild. I can see everything."

"Good. Then you can lend a hand, two, in fact. Be a dear and help us get together."

"How do you mean?"

"I mean use one hand to spread the lips of that hot little cunt, then take my cock in hand and guide it home. Just park the head between her lips and watch this old dog bury his bone."

Giggling, Esther spread Bette's pussy open, took one look at the juicy interior and couldn't resist stealing a taste. Bette sighed as Esther gave her an ardent, loving kiss, slowly licked her tongue through the moist slit and then lowered her face again and reached for the big penis.

"This cock feels so good," she mused aloud as she let her hand move slowly up and down the shaft, then she gave it a squeeze and steered it to the wet, wide open vaginal slit.

"Mmmmm, you're an ideal helper, Esther," Edward said.

"That's because I enjoy my work. Give it to her now," she said, panting loudly. "I want to see your great cock going up her little cunt. I want to watch you fucking her."

"Then get ready because here we go," the professor said as he adjusted his grip on Bette's hips, pushed and heard a squeal of delight from Esther as the big head vanished from sight.

"Mmmm, it feels so good," Bette reported. His big cock really stretches my cunt. Shoot it to me, lover man. Fuck me silly."

"I'll fuck you silly all right," Edward answered as his penis jabbed. "Here, take it… take it… take it…"

"Oh Jesus," Esther observed, panting, "that lovely big cock has changed your little slit into a big circle. Oh my God, this is so exciting. He has it all the way in."

"Mmmm, I know," Bette told her with a contented sigh.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Esther asked. "It must be so far up your belly."

"It feels heavenly, darling. I think I can feel that big head right between my tits. "Ride my ass, lover man."

Edward emitted a low growl of delight as he pressed firmly against the silken buttocks of his partner, then he began giving her the ride she wanted. From below, the witness stared in awe and fierce arousal as the big penis worked so smoothly, so easily in long, unhurried strokes.

"Oh, what a fuck… what a fucking fuck," she panted. "His cock is all shiny with cunt juice. He's spanking your bum with his belly. Listen, Bette, listen. Can you hear the squishy sounds?"

"I hear it all, darling," Bette replied, "and I love it. He's a master fucker."

Staring upward, Esther felt her heart hammering as she watched the shiny tool slipping in and out of the wide, wet circle, saw the big hairy sac swaying, saw the man's flat tummy spanking the beautifully arched cheeks.

"Ooh, I'm going to come… I'm close," Bette panted. "I'm coming..'. I'm coming… I'm coming…"

With Bette's first cry of orgasm, the man drew her body back against him and held her there, tightly as spasm after spasm rocked her sweating body until the big climax finally ended, then he smiled as he resumed his randy ride.

Gradually, he stepped up the pace until he was pistoning his tool at full speed, so fast that it was almost a blur to Esther. His big sac was flying so that she wondered if it was hurting him, then he gave a few short, fast jabs and groaned as he again pulled Bette's bare behind against him, then he was jerking and panting and grunting as he pumped his charge and felt his partner using her vaginal walls to suck him dry.

"Oh Christ," he panted when he was drained, "stop that sucking before… uh… you kill me… uh… uh," he gasped as Bette went on sucking him without mercy until he was forced to drag his softening member out of her, then he fell onto the bed in a state of near collapse.

"Don't move, darling, don't move," Esther told Bette, then she had her face between the parted thighs, her mouth sucking greedily.

Turning to watch the lapping, Edward recovered quickly and his eyes shone wetly as he watched and listened to the joyous sounds as Esther sucked and slurped and lapped until Bette was crying out in orgasm again.

They declared time out for drinks and while they sipped, they chatted until Bette and Esther went back to the bed and staged a lesbian performance so exciting that much sooner than he had expected, the professor was sporting another very strong erection.

And then it was time to deflower Esther, Edward told the couple as they untwined their naked bodies after they had lapped each other to orgasm yet again.

Hurriedly, Bette stripped the used condom off the man, sucked and licked what semen remained on the head of his tool, then she pulled another sheath over his cherry plucker and gave it a loving squeeze.

Far from being afraid of her ordeal, Esther looked more than eager as she lay back with her knees bent up and spread wide apart, her right hand rubbing on the lips between which she was to experience her first penetration by a penis.

Edward was panting as he knelt between her legs, then he lowered himself and as he did, Bette opened Esther's hot slit and guided the shrouded invader to the port of entry.

"It's in," Esther shouted. "I can feel it inside my cunt. It doesn't hurt. It's stretching my cunt. I'm going to get fucked at last. Look, Bette, look, I'm getting fucked up the cunt."

She was still panting in excitement when Edward felt the head of his tool reach the barrier. He felt it give a little, paused to tense his muscles, then he plowed in hard and broke through.

Esther cried out, but that didn't deter the man. There was a job to be done and he was going to do it, all the way.

As he saw Bette moving toward her friend, Edward raised his body and rested his weight on his hands as he continued to stroke, giving Esther the full eight inches with each push, delighting in the tightness of her vagina and, as he was to admit later, finding her crying and squirming wildly exciting.

Filled with pity for her friend, Bette kissed her on the mouth, then kissed her eyes, licking up tears while the big penis kept pistoning in the freshly opened slit until Edward gasped the message that he was ready to go off, then, pressing down on the former virgin, he shuddered and jerked as he again drained himself and felt so weak that he doubted he would ever be able to get up.

Her face streaked with tears, Esther sat up as the man dismounted tiredly. At first there was a look of awe on her face, then she managed a smile.

"I'm not a virgin anymore," she exclaimed. "I've had a great big cock in my cunt. I've been fucked."

Chapter 11

With the end of the college term, Bette returned home ready to rest. It had been arranged that Esther would come to visit her for a couple of weeks later, but for the time being, she was ready to just rest for a while.

She was delighted when Edith phoned, minutes after she arrived, to report that her husband had become totally submissive and that she used him like a pet, though she admitted she treated him more cruelly than she would ever treat an animal, and that Tom loved every moment of it, especially the cruel punishment she handed out whenever she felt so inclined. Bette promised she would visit soon to enjoy a demonstration. "So my loving mother couldn't delay her vacation long enough to say hello to me," Bette said to her father as they sipped a drink after the cleaning woman had tidied up and gone home.

"Oh well, you know how it is, dear. I'm sure she loves you," he added comfortingly.

"And I'm sure you have a fine sense of humor, Daddy dear. Mother loves mother, period."

"Okay, why should I lie about it. Your mother loves herself and she loves money. I guess it stops there."

"I hope you have somebody who opens her legs and makes you feel good."

"My God, Bette, you really are growing up."

"I hope you didn't think I was still an innocent little virgin, Daddy," she teased.

"I suppose not. God, what a beautiful woman you've become. Is there a special lover?"

"Not in the emotional sense. I kept two on tap all through the term, one male and one female."

"Female? Bette, are you trying to shock me?"

"What's to shock? Sex is beautiful with a man and with a woman. Sometimes I'd invite them both at the same time and we'd enjoy a real romp."

"My God, my daughter the swinger."

"Don't you swing, Daddy?" she asked, finding the conversation exciting.

"Not by your standards, dear. I do have a secretary who likes to let her panties fall."

"Do you bang her in the office?"

"Sometimes. Other times I go to her apartment, but I have to be so careful. Your mother would love to have the material to divorce me and take me to the cleaners."

"I'll bet. Does your secretary ball with you because she wants to or does she have to?"

"Come on, darling. I'm not what you and your peers would call a male chauvinist pig. She's a mature woman. We like and respect each other. She has other friends. I make no demands on her nor does she on me."

"I'm glad to hear that, Daddy. How about that West Indian cleaning woman? She seems to have a magnificent big ass. Do you get into her?"

"Christ, Bette, I'm your father."

"What does that have to do with it? I've never taken a black woman to bed, but I began to get ideas when I saw her. Christ, I'd love to fondle those big black cheeks while eating her pussy. Is her ass as great as it looks?"

"At least," he admitted with a grin. "Christ, those buttocks are like chocolate brown pumpkins."

"Does she love it?"

"She's wild. She loves anything and everything. In fact, she's so good that I offered to double her salary, but she refused."

"You're kidding. Cleaning women don't make that much."

"I know. She told me she loves having me as a lover, but if I paid her a nickle more than her salary she would feel like a whore. She won't even let me give her presents."

"I'm going to give her a present. How would you I like to see me with my face between those big brown thighs and hear me lapping her cunt."

"For Chrissake, Bette," her father said with a groan, "let's knock this off before I forget I'm your father and do something I'll regret."

"Chicken," she teased, then slowly raised the hem of her dress above the tops of her nicely expanded nylons. "I wouldn't regret it at all if you visited me right here where I'm so hot and tingly," she went on, parting her thighs and patting the crotch of her panties. "I know you have a hard-on. Daddy, so you can't pretend you wouldn't like to strip me naked and share my goodies."

"Bette, stop. I'm only human."

"Are you, Daddy?" Bette asked as she opened her blouse, then took it off and toyed with the bulging, low cut cups of the black bra. "I'm so horny, Daddy. I'd just love to have these luscious tits fondled and sucked."

"Bette, stop," the words came out in a cry, but Bette wasn't stopping.

As she got to her feet, she unhooked her bra and threw it away, then, as her father started to get off the couch, she met him and as she pushed a naked breast into his mouth, she put an arm around his head and held him.

They fell onto the couch together and then victory was hers. While he sucked and hummed a hymn of praise to her beauty, Bette rubbed his head and urged him on.

"Oh yes… yes… suck… oh Jesus, it's so good… Suck, Daddy, suck," she hissed as she partially turned them so that he fell onto his back and she sprawled over him, pushing more and more of the firm, conical breast into his wide open, greedily sucking mouth.

Bette trembled with delight as she realized that her father had totally lost control and that she would go on to seduce him totally, that after he had sucked her breasts he would strip her panties off and would suck again, this time in the moist heat of her crotch.

"Yes, Daddy, yes… yes," she hissed as he sucked and fondled her breasts while her mind raced ahead to thoughts of how her own father would suck and lick her vagina until she climaxed and of how she would then take him all the way, would drain him of strength, of semen and of control with his penis buried to the hilt in the hot, wet depths of her horny slit.

As though reading and confirming her thoughts, the man reached under her dress with one hand and she felt it move over one thigh, then the other, then he was fondling plump, firm, silken smooth buttocks through her panties and around them.

His hand moved down over the lower slopes and she sent her legs wide apart so that the hand could hurry between to rub hotly where her panties clung to her very warm vulva as he sucked greedily on the second breast, his tongue lashing the highly sensitized nipple.

While he still sucked on her right breast, the man went to work on the rest of her clothes. Bette helped by opening the waist of her skirt and he tugged it down until it fell over her feet. When the hands came back for her panties, she raised her bottom and moaned with passion as the tiny garment was stripped down and she felt relatively cool air on her buttocks, then felt his hands there.

Releasing her breast, he knelt up and tore his pants and briefs down, allowing the aroused young beauty to see that he was well hung and that his penis was magnificently stiff with desire for her.

"I've got to, darling, I've got to," he panted as he tried to mount her.

But Bette had other ideas. She had taken control of her father and she wasn't about to relinquish that control.

"Make me wet. Make my cunt wet and slippery for your big cock," he hissed as she turned and pulled his face into her crotch. "Suck my cunt," she commanded. "Suck it and lick it and make me come and then ram it home and fuck me crazy."

The man seemed to try to resist, but the pull of her hand was strong and then she was sighing as she won again and lay back sighing and rubbing her father's head as he sucked ardently.

He had become hers to command, just as every other man and woman had been pleased to submit to her desires. As she reveled in her power, beauty and sexuality with her father's mouth and tongue paying wet tribute to her juicy vagina, Bette vowed that it would always be like that. There would be many sexual partners, male and female and she would always be in command. No partner would ever use her. She would achieve the ultimate in sexual pleasure.

"Yes, Daddy, yes… yes… lick my clit just like that. Lick it and make me come," she commanded and brought her thighs around his face, massaging it as she urged him on, her body moving into a state of tension that would build until it couldn't be contained and then she would erupt in a magnificent orgasm.

Her father obeyed beautifully and Bette felt a mix of vaginal juice and saliva oozing into the crack of her behind, the mark of a good lapping, in her book. As the tongue licked on, tension grew and grew, then Bette was ready for blast off.

Her breath caught in her throat, her behind jerked up, strong thighs captured and held her father's head, then she was jerking and panting and crying out in glorious orgasm.

"Oohhh, Daddy," she sighed, a little later as her eyes opened, shining wetly, "what a lovely cunt lapper you are."

"I'm glad you liked it, darling," he replied, panting, his face shining with the juice of her crotch.

"My cunt is so nice and wet for your hard cock now, Daddy. Take it now. Slide that stiff prick up my cunt and give me a beautiful fuck. Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…"

As she panted the words, he hurriedly mounted her, fumbled between her thighs, then she sighed as he sent the big bone all the way home in her slit with just two or three strong jabs, then he was panting and grunting loudly, his sweat smearing her naked body as she watched their reflection in the mirror, saw the white full moons of his bare behind bobbing, felt the delightful pistoning of his hard tool in her slit where fires still burned with fierce heat.

He rode high on her so that his penis rubbed her clit with every stroke and it wasn't long before Bette knew she would climax again. As she felt the approach of it, hands gripped the man's buttocks and she dug her fingers into the firm flesh.

"Yes… yes… fuck… fuck… fuck… faster… faster… fuck me hard… I'm coming… fuck me… fuck me…"

And then her words broke as orgasm exploded again in her crotch and fanned out to involve the rest of her, all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, the roots of her hair.

Only as she was drifting back to earth from the long rocket trip through space did she realize that her father was crushing her into the couch, his body jerking out of control as he pumped what felt like a gallon of hot, rich semen into her slit and her talented vagina worked on the spurting invader, giving it a classic blow job until her father groaned weakly in total surrender and she smiled as she unwound her thighs from around him and allowed the spent rider to fall out of the sexy saddle.

While they rested, Bette smiled as she thought of the future, of all the sexual challenges she would seek out and achieve. The world was a beautiful place and she was the queen of it.

Chapter 12

Just in case her father felt guilt over what he had done, was perhaps trying to resolve never to do it again, Bette woke early the next morning, washed carefully, then, naked, she walked into his bedroom carrying an empty orange juice glass.

He woke as she pulled the sheet off him, he gave her a nervous smile, then she watched his penis stiffen as he did a visual exploration of her naked body. "Christ, I was afraid it was all a dream. I can't believe how beautiful you are, Bette."

"I was afraid you'd have regrets," Bette told her father as his eyes feasted on her proudly jutting breasts, the tips of which she had erected with finger and thumb just before entering the room.

"I tried to, last night, but I couldn't manage it," he told her with a grin. "What's the empty glass for?"

"I was going to bring you orange juice, Daddy, then I had a better idea. I'm going to serve you something with more vitamins and less calories."

"I think I can guess what you have in mind," he told his daughter and Bette saw his stiff tool twitching as he lay on his back.

"Lick your lips, Daddy," she told him and put the glass down on the table beside the bed. "Here comes your morning juice."

Getting onto the bed, she knelt astride the man, her crotch directly above his face, one hand moving slowly to her vulva.

"I'll just get ready to serve your juice, Daddy," she told him and he trembled and began to perspire as he watched the tips of her fingers spread the soft pink lips, then she was slowly fingering a slit that was already nicely shiny with juice.

"Is it ready for me to drink now?" he asked and licked his lips again.

"I'll tell you when, Daddy," she replied, wanting him to know that she was in charge of their new relationship.

When she was sure he had gotten the message and she saw his eyes silently pleading, Bette sighed, moved her knees apart and her father panted loudly as he watched her wide open crotch coming down to visit his face.

He emitted a muffled groan as she touched his open mouth lightly with her vulva, she pressed down, rubbed the lower portion of his face with the soft, parted lips, then Bette parked her pussy on his mouth.

"Drink your juice like a good little boy," Bette told her father.

While his hands played with her lush buttocks, the man gave his daughter a greedy sucking and lovely lapping until she was panting and jerking in orgasm, her dripping pussy smearing his face.

"That was a very nice cunt lapping, Daddy dear," she told him as she turned, then knelt astride him again, her arched bottom above his face. "I'll have my morning juice now."

"Oh Bette," he said with a little catch in his voice. "Are you really going to… to suck me off?"

"Yes, Daddy, I'm going to suck your stiff cock so you can give me a big drink. I'm going to suck you dry, Daddy. I'm going to drain your big balls."

Bette went about keeping her word, amazing her father with the amount of penis she could take into her mouth and with the delightful way she sucked his bone. He had known many women and men who sucked him, but somehow the blow job his daughter was giving him left all the others far behind.

When he went off, groaning like a dying man, his nude daughter timed her greedy sucking to the spurting and went on sucking until her father was totally spent and weakly begged her to stop. As a reminder that she was still in charge, Bette gave the softening tool three more long, slow sucks before she allowed it to slip out of her mouth and fall between his hairy thighs.

Later, as they prepared breakfast together, Bette teased him about the weakness of his legs and he laughed with her.

The maid arrived as they were finishing breakfast. Wearing a semi-sheer negligee, Bette went to the door to admit her and she saw the woman's gaze move over her.

"Good morning, Honey," Bette greeted the woman, then reached around her and boldly fondled buttocks that felt big and very firm. "Daddy told me about your beautiful big ass. I'll want to check it myself, later."

"You will?" Honey asked almost casually.

"Do you like cunt lapping, Honey?" Bette asked as both hands played with the plump rump.

"I don't know. I never tried it. Not yet."

"Then I'll be your teacher. You'll like it a lot. Daddy loved sucking my cunt this morning, just before I sucked him off."

"My God," Honey gasped, her composure cracking as she looked over Bette's shoulder to see the man smiling.

"As soon as I can get his cock up, we'll have a little party, just the three of us," Bette promised.

Releasing her grip on the woman, Bette stepped back to untie the sash of her negligee and hold the garment wide open.

"This is what I'll be bringing to the party. Do you like it?"

"I like it a lot. I never saw a pair of tits like those."

"Show me what you have under your skirt, Honey."

Calmly, the woman caught the hem of her skirt and drew it above her hips. Bette licked her lips as she looked at the little triangle of white nylon which contrasted so excitingly with the smooth chocolate brown thighs which were slimmer than Bette expected.

"I'm going to enjoy romping with you, Honey," Bette told the maid. "You have such a slim waist and slim, firm thighs, yet such a big ass and tits. Turn around so I can check your bum. Mmmmm, that's yummy," she went on as Honey complied, bending a little from the waist. "You'd better get this out of my sight or I'll forget I want to wait a while."

Smiling, the woman continued to hold the skirt high above her waist as she walked up the stairs very slowly, her big behind in exciting motion.

"That did it," Bette said as she changed her mind. "Come on, Daddy, we're going to romp right now. You'll soon get hard when you watch us squirming naked in bed."

As he followed his daughter up the steps, he knew his daughter was right as he felt the strong stirring in his loins and his tool began to raise its big head.

"I'm going to show you what happens to people when they disobey my orders," Bette told the maid as she caught her at the top of the steps and jerked the panties down to bare the spectacular big buttocks and deep, smooth crack.

Wrapping her left arm around the woman's middle and holding the skirt up, she administed five stinging spanks to each cheek, her hand bouncing off the amazingly firm rounds. Although the woman emitted a couple of yelps, she was smiling when Bette stopped spanking.

"You didn't mind having your bare bum spanked?" Bette asked.

"That was just love pats, not a spanking."

"I take it you know a bit about spanking then."

"A lot. I visit this white woman one night every week. She treats me like her bad little girl. She scolds me, tells me how she's going to spank me, then she strips me bare naked and takes me across her lap. All the time she's spanking me, she scolds and I cry. I never get less than a hundred spanks."

"And what happens after that?" Bette wanted to know.

"Nothing. I get dressed, then hand her the vibrator. I hear it buzzing as soon as I close the bedroom door."

"All that and no sex?" Bette asked, puzzled.

"The spanking is sex enough for her."

"How about you?"

"All the way home my pussy is tingling as much as my ass cheeks. When I get in the house, I tear my panties off and get to work with my finger. After three or four comes I settle down."

"Honey, I can see we're going to have a lot of fun, the three of us."

"I'll go along with that, angel," her father told her as he opened his robe to show that his tool was stiffly erect again and twitching with desire to be buried in a warm, moist nest.

"Come on, Honey, let's see how you look in the nude," Bette told the maid as she took her negligee off and her father removed his robe.

Honey looked more than eager as she stripped naked. As Bette's father had told her, Honey's big breasts were the size of melons and jutted with the same firmness, as did her very plump buttocks. Between breasts and bottom was a firm waist, so slim that Bette couldn't believe it.

"Isn't she a stunning beauty? Bette's father asked, his eyes shining with excitement. "With the two of you, I just may fuck myself to death."

"In that case, take a little rest, Daddy. You just relax and watch us play."

Taking the eager maid onto the bed, Bette embraced, kissed and fondled her as they writhed in passion. Even though Honey swore it was her first romp with a woman it was obvious that she loved it and wanted more and more.

While his daughter played with the writhing beauty, the man stared in wildly mounting arousal, then she took one big breast in both hands and began sucking on it and her father decided it was time to stop being a spectator, so he moved to the bed and put his open mouth to work on Honey's other breast.

"Sweet Jesus, this is wild," Honey said with a low cry of joy, "gettin' both tits sucked at the same time by a guy and a gal." As though to prove the point, she sent one finger into her slit and diddled while father and daughter, moaning with lust, sucked brown breasts and lashed the long, hard nipples with their tongues. They were still sucking a while later when Honey began to bounce and cry out in wild, wonderful orgasm.

Shortly after the woman stopped jerking, Bette had her spread her thighs wide apart, then she went down on her and soon had the woman howling in ecstasy as she sucked the hot, very juicy crotch fruit and licked a hard little clit until Honey climaxed again.

After that, the women lay resting for just a very short time, then Bette lay back with her crotch wide open and Honey needed no urging as she buried her brown face between the creamy white thighs and, for the first time in her life, sucked and licked a vagina until it was Bette's turn to come with wild cries of delight.

"Your turn, Daddy," Bette said as she sat up, feeling a delicious tingling between her thighs. "Eat her hot pussy until she comes, then let me watch you fucking her up the cunt and asshole."

"Christ, girl, what kind of cock do you think I have?" he asked and laughed.

"Oh don't be silly, Daddy. After you eat her cunt and work her over, poke it up her snatch and fuck her awhile, then pull it out and stick it up her ass. I love to watch fucking.

She saw that her father was reluctant about going down on the maid and suspected he had never done it to her before. That increased her excitement as it was another example of her power over him. Once he started sucking where his daughter had already sucked, he seemed to be enjoying it and he went on alternately sucking and licking until the sleek thighs of the woman were massaging his face as she climaxed with shrieks of joy.

"You've just learned a lesson, Honey," Bette told her and winked at her father. "If a guy wants to get his cock up your cunt, make sure he gets his tongue in it first. Men can be very selfish, if we permit it. Don't you agree, Daddy dear?"

"When you put it that way, darling, I can't very well argue. From now on, Honey, I'll eat your pussy before I fuck you."

"Mmmm, I'm gonna like that a lot," the maid told him with her words and with her shining eyes.

"Spread it wide, Honey," Bette told the woman. "I'm going to watch Daddy fucking you. Bring your legs way back over your body so I can get a real good view of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt."

The maid complied, then the man, his tool twitching, mounted her and worked his penis into the well lubricated slit. Lying with her face close to the scene of the wild action, Bette panted with lust as she watched the shining wet tool work in and out of the wide circle in Honey's crotch.

"Slow it down, Daddy," Bette told him. "Make this an extra long fuck. I love the sight of your cock working in and out of her cunt. Christ, listen to that squishing sound as you fuck her. Oh Jesus, this is really wild. Keep it up Daddy, but don't go off in her cunt."

While his daughter watched with rapture, the man worked his tool at a slow, steady pace until she told him to stop and pull it out. Obediently he did so, then Honey knelt on all fours and Bette got under her, lying face up with her head between the brown thighs.

"Okay, Daddy, it's bum fucking time. Slip it to her slow and easy," Bette commanded as she began to finger the woman's slit, determined to make her climax while she was being buggered.

Her father needed no urging. Bette saw the swollen head move into the valley of the arched behind, the long shaft shining with vaginal juice, then he pushed and Bette saw the hole expand amazingly as the velvet head went into it and was lost from sight. Bette watched the big sac sway as her father slowly, gently buried his bone between lovely brown bum cheeks, then he was riding her, spanking her with his tummy, making her big breasts sway excitingly as Honey panted and sighed and felt her body building toward what would be a magnificent orgasm.

And then it struck and Honey went wild, jerking like a wild bronco while the man held her tightly by the hips, pulling her smooth, firm behind against him so that his tool wouldn't slip out.

The orgasm went on and on and then Honey sighed as the man adjusted his grip and resumed buggering her.

"Is her bum hole nice and tight, Daddy?" Bette asked as he rode.

"Tighter than my fist. This is the nicest ass I ever fucked."

"Did you ever fuck a guy up the ass, Daddy?"

"A few. I haven't… stroke… fucked a guy… stroke… in a couple of… stroke… years."

"One of these days," Bette told him, "I'll bring a nice young gay guy home and watch the two of you fucking and sucking each other."

"Yeah, sure… stroke… anything you say… stroke… You know that… stroke… darling."

"Are you close to coming, Daddy?"

"Yes. Just a few more strokes, I think. Christ, what a bum fuck."

"Pull your cock out, Daddy. Don't let it go off in her ass."

"Oh Bette," he groaned, but obeyed and then he knelt with his wet tool throbbing with desire to erupt.

"Lie flat, face down, Honey," Bette directed and the woman did so, wondering what would happen next.

"I love to see guys jerking off, Daddy," Bette said. "Kneel astride her and jerk off. Shoot your white cream all over that beautiful big ass. I want to see chocolate streaked with cream."

"Aw, Bette, please let me go off up her tight hole."

"Start jerking, Daddy."

With a shrug of resignation, the man began to beat his meat while his daughter stared, wide eyed with joy, then he panted the message that he was going to fire his charge.

"Shoot it, Daddy," Bette panted the command. "Let me see your cream spurting all over that beautiful big bum."

With the same obedience he had shown from the start, her father gave himself a few more jerks, then he was panting and grunting, his body jerking as the first spurt of semen shot from his tool and made a white streak on Honey's dark brown right buttock. As he continued to spurt, he aimed his penis so that each time juice flashed from his tool, it made another mark across the woman's big brown bottom.

When he was drained, he obeyed Bette's order to get the final few drops squeezed out of the softening penis, then he was ordered to get off the bed.

Taking her father's place on the bed, kneeling astride the maid, Bette began to smear the semen all over the twin rounds. Where some had oozed into the woman's crack, she drew it out with a finger, then went on with the sticky massage.

"Hey, you're really wild," Honey told her as she lay sighing contentedly.

"I'm just being considerate, Honey. You see, semen is very good for the skin."

"Will it make my ass white?" Honey asked and they all laughed.

"Honey," Bette said as she finished the massage and got off the bed, "j ust do a few of the basic things around the house and then we'll declare it a holiday and have some more fun."

"Is that okay?" the maid asked Bette's father.

"Hell, Honey, don't ask me. You surely don't think I'm the boss around here anymore, do you?"

"I see what you mean," Honey replied. "You got to admit she's a real nice boss."

"I agree with you totally, Honey and I hope it stays this way for a long time."

Chapter 13

Bette's father was amazed when she told him of her experiences with their neighbors Tom and Edith and then he was almost panting when she told him they would go to visit them that evening.

"And you've invited Honey to join us?" "Of course. She's dying to see that twelve-inch cock of Tom's."

"To tell the truth, so am I. Do you plan on taking all that tool up your snatch?"

"I haven't decided. Would you like it up your ass?"

"No thanks," he replied with feeling.

The thought was still very much in his mind a few hours later when the three arrived at their neighbor's door.

"Edith," Bette's father said as she admitted them, "I can't believe how you've changed."

"I owe everything to that darling daughter of yours. She changed my life completely. I was just a frumpy housewife, now I'm a poised, sophisticated woman of the world."

"So I see. You're a real beauty. You've even lost your accent."

"That was just one more part of the change, Bret. Bette is the most amazing person I've ever met."

"I'll let you in on a secret, Edith. I don't think she's a person at all. She's more than just a mere mortal. Christ, you're so beautiful," he repeated as his gaze moved over the big woman in the sexy black satin dress that was cut low to display her lush, white breasts and which clung to her wide, well fleshed hips and buttocks.

"If you think I'm so beautiful, why don't you take me in your arms and show me, Bret."

His eyes shining, Bret reached for the hostess and then they were kissing wetly, passionately, his hands rubbing the back of her dress, discovering the bigness and firmness of a pair of buttocks he hungered to see and to play with and, if luck was with him, to press firmly against with his penis up her rectum to the hilt.

After the kiss, Edith went to Honey and guided the big black woman into another sexy embrace.

"I'm dying to see you in the nude, Honey," Edith told her after the kiss. "You're a big beauty and you'll be my first black lover."

"Thanks, Edith. When the two of us get down to the bare meat and start romping, we'll really turn the rest of them on."

Edith embraced Bette, they shared a sexy kiss, then Bette asked where Tom was.

"He's fixing drinks and that reminds me," she said, looking at her watch. "That little bitch is two minutes late. Her bare ass will pay dearly for that."

At that moment, Tom walked hurriedly into the room carrying a tray of drinks. But nobody looked at the tray.

Instead, they stared at Tom in disbelief. He/she was wearing a blonde wig which framed a skillfully made up face that looked very female. The dress was cut low to reveal a padded red bra.

From the waist, the dress flared and the hem was high, showing the expanded tops of nylons on hairless thighs that also looked quite feminine and, Bret observed to his surprise, very sexy.

"I'm sorry to be late, Mistress," the maid said with a bow, then he put the tray down on the low coffee table.

As he did, the skirt rode high so that Bret and the others were able to see how a pair of red panties hugged a smooth behind, covering little of it. There were many bruises on the white buttocks and thighs, obviously left behind by a strap or other implement of punishment.

Feasting his eyes on the sight, Bret hoped he would be permitted to bugger the shemale before the party was over.

"You're not as sorry as you're going to be," Edith told her husband.

"Oh please, Mistress," Tom pleaded as he dropped to his knees and looked up at her, his eyes already wet with tears that would soon be flowing freely, "not with all these people here. Please."

"Silly girl," Edith taunted as she turned away from him and picked up a drink, inviting the others to follow suit. "Our guests are going to watch me spank and strap my silly little girl's bare bum. They're going to hear her crying like a baby and they're going to join me in subjecting you to every form of humiliation."

"Please, Mistress," the kneeling figure begged.

"Why are you acting so silly?" Edith demanded. "Lord knows, you've been spanked and humiliated in front of my friends before."

"Yes, Mistress, but they were always women."

"So that's it, is it? I'm glad it humiliates you to have a man present. I'm going to cash in on that. If my friend Bret cares to, he may bugger your ass after I've painted it flaming red with my hand, my slipper and the strap."

"Oh no… please… please… not that."

"Stand up you silly thing. Raise your skirt and show our guests your pretty little panties."

Tom gasped, then, blushing like the girl he pre tended to be, the man slowly raised his skirt high and there were more gasps from the audience.

Above the waistband of the clinging bikini panties protruded what looked like about eight or nine inches of very stiff penis. For all his pleading and apparent discomfort, it was clear that Tom was highly aroused.

"I've never seen a girl wear panties quite like that," Bette observed and joined the others in laughing while the shemale squirmed and blushed.

"You know the house rules, bitch," Edith snapped, a malevolent expression on her face. "You are not permitted to get a hard-on without permission."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I couldn't help it. It just happened."

"Hard-ons don't just happen. You must be harboring lustful thoughts and desires."

"Oh no, Mistress, I swear it."

"You're lying. That means additional punishment. Do you dare tell me you can look at Bette and Honey without wanting to see and touch those beautiful tits and asses and cunts? Do you?"

"No, Mistress. I'm sorry."

"Make that cock go soft at once."

"I… I can't," he replied and began to sob, very close to crying.

"That does it," Edith announced and, putting her drink down, went to sit on an armless chair, the hem of her dress pulled above her hips to display lovely, firm, big thighs, the whiteness of which contrasted excitingly with the black suspenders and panties.

"Honey dear, take her panties down for me, will you, please?"

"Sure thing, Edith. One pair of panties coming down."

As Honey tugged the panties down, she closed a hand around a very stiff tool that felt as hard as a bone, then she ran her other hand over a bared buttock.

"Your bum is so cool and white," she observed aloud, winking at Edith.

"I can assure you that will change," Edith said as she patted her thighs. "Get over here to have your ass soundly spanked."

The sobbing maid, mammoth penis swaying, hurried to her, holding the skirt well above his waist, then Edith grabbed a wrist and pulled him sprawling across the platform of lovely, smooth, firm thighs.

She positioned him to her right so that his erection was poking under her thighs. Delighting in the sight, Honey bent to get a better view of the tool and saw that it was twitching, the big head swollen as though it would explode.

As Edith began spanking the upturned buttocks, it was clear that she wasn't easing up. Each slap rang through the room like a shot and left a fiery red blotch. Tom began his crying with the first stinging smack and continued while his wife spanked in obvious enjoyment, scolding mixed with curses, threats and words of humiliation.

"Jesus, she doesn't fool around. Look at the color of those ass cheeks," Bette said to her father.

"I'm looking. I never knew that spanking could be such a turn-on." As he spoke, Bret unzipped his fly and took his hard penis out to provide a measure of relief. The gentle hand of his daughter provided that for him.

When the victim's buttocks, thighs and hips had been totally painted red and flecked with purple bruises, Edith delivered one more lusty spank, then pushed him onto the floor.

"Christ, I hope he didn't break that beautiful bone," Honey said, fervently.

"Wouldn't that be a terrible waste?" Bette agreed as she saw the crying shemale turn over, painfully and noted that his erection was still in splendid condition, despite the fall and the spanking.

"That was only the beginning," Edith announced as she got to her feet and, her face flushed with excitement, she went to the table to rescue her drink, her big breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

"You're really something, Edith," Bette said as she squeezed one of the woman's buttocks. "One of these days I'll ask you to give me a spanking. Not that hard, mind you," she added with a rueful grin.

"I'd love to, darling. In my new life, I've spanked a few feminine bums and I must admit, I love it. Say the word and I'll give you a brisk spanking that will delight you. Your beautiful bum will get warm, a bit hot and all tingly."

While they sipped their drinks, the group looked often at the softly crying, whimpering victim who stood bent from the waist, hands resting on the arm of a chair, skirt tossed over his back to display the glowing buttocks and still very hard penis.

"How long can he keep that thing hard?" Honey asked her hostess.

"For hours and hours, if I permit it. Sometimes, even before I spank him, I jerk it off or make him beat his bishop until he shoots. When I beat him after that, you can believe it's all punishment, no pleasure."

"I'm glad he didn't whack off," Honey said. "There is a nice place between my thighs where I want to feel a cock like that."

"Then you will, my dear. Mind you, he won't be allowed to go off in your cunt. We want to keep that clean for sucking, but I'll see to it that he makes you come all you want."

"Yummy. Speaking of that, if I don't have a come soon my panties will catch fire."

"I think that applies to all of us, darling. Let's get some clothes off. Both of you leave your panties on. You'll find out why."

"I think I can guess," Bette replied as she and the others began undressing.

When they finished, Bret was naked and hard as a rock. The women were all bare breasted, each admiring the breasts of the othrs, and wore only garter belts, nylons, panties and shoes.

On command, Tom stood and removed everything except his bra, garter belt and nylons.

"I see that bra isn't all padding," Bette told Edith.

"I have him on hormones. His tits are developing very nicely. I expect that within about six months he won't need the padding in his bra."

"How sexy," Bret said as he gave his bone a few tugs. "I don't normally go for guys, but I'd love to slip this up his asshole and ride his red ass."

"Be my guest," Edith told him. "Mind you, I was rather hoping I'd feel that in my cunt."

"And I was hoping I'd get it there, Edith. I'd love to fuck you, especially with your husband watching. That would be a real kick."

"He'll not only watch, dear, he'll guide your cock into my cunt. He's often watched me play lick the pussy with other women, but this will be the first time he's seen me getting fucked. I'm really going to enjoy it. Mind if we girls have a little romp first?"

"Mind? Hell, I'd love that."

With instant obedience, Tom went to his wife and gently removed her panties. Crouching at her feet, he lovingly kissed her vulva, then spread the lips and let his tongue lick slowly through her wet slit three times. Obviously knowing the routine well, he moved behind her and, holding her by the hips, he lovingly kissed chubby buttocks, then licked slowly from the bottom to the top of her crack.

After that, he went to Bette and did the same with an effect that kept his tool twitching, then it was the turn of Honey, who sighed loudly as he stripped her white nylon panties down and off, then ministered orally to her vulva, buttocks and crack, obviously delighting in his first oral contact with brown skin.

As he moved out of the way, the three women sat on the thick carpet and began playing, kissing, fondling and sucking breasts, playing with buttocks and fingering warm, wet vaginas. Staring intently, Bret had to resist the mad urge to masturbate and he hoped he wouldn't go off in the air when he watched them move into a daisy chain and then the three beauties were sucking and being sucked.

They filled the room with erotic sounds of sucking and sighing, then Edith provided a different sound as she climaxed. Before she finished, Honey's beautiful brown body was jerking furiously and then Bette followed with a magnificent orgasm.

Later, as the three sighing women sat up, breasts in exciting motion, Bret observed that each one licked her lips, as though to savor one more taste of vaginal dew.

"How about that fuck now, Edith?" Bret asked in a quavering tone. "This cock is about to explode and so are my balls."

"I'd love it, dear. I hope you'll play with me a bit before you slip it to me."

"Love to," he assured her as he sat on the carpet with her and reached for her breasts as the others got drinks, then returned to watch the foreplay and act of copulation.

Bret and Edith were like groom and bride as they writhed together on the carpet to the erotic delight of the others, including Tom who was afraid he would lose control and ejaculate at the sight of the man making love to his panting, sighing wife.

Bret fondled and sucked the big breasts until Edith moaned that her nipples felt raw, then he shifted his attention to her buttocks, thighs and the hot, wet slit between them.

Even when she jerked and grunted through a fierce orgasm, Bret kept going. She was lying face down as he bent over her and ministered to her buttocks, crack and anus with mouth and tongue.

After he had given her anus a nice licking to add to the joy of her orgasm, Bret drew the big cheeks apart for a look between them. When he saw the little pink ring of her anus, he couldn't resist touching it with the tip of a finger, then he worked the finger in and made her do a lot more squirming.

"Ooh, that feels funny," Edith said as he fingered, gently, slowly.

"It may feel funny with my finger, but I don't think your husband will find it so funny when I go up his ass with my stiff cock."

"Oh yes, Bret, yes. I'm dying to see you doing it, buggering his red ass. Fuck me, Bret, fuck me."

Bret withdrew his finger and she turned over, firm thighs wide apart to welcome his throbbing penis to her vagina, but Bret surprised her. Instead of his penis, he hurried his face into her crotch and she didn't act at all unhappy as he began to suck and lick a hot, wet pussy and went on doing so until she was crying out in orgasm, her big, naked body jerking, bare bum bouncing on the thick carpet.

"Oh Christ, that was good, Bret. You're a first class cunt lapper. To think we've been neighbors all these years."

"Concentrate on the years ahead, sweetie," Bret told her as he knelt up and waved his erection at her, then he called to her husband who hurried to them.

"Get down here. Take my cock in your hand and guide it up your wife's cunt," he told the red bottomed shemale.

As he lowered himself onto the big-breasted beauty, Bret felt the helper not just holding his penis but fondling it as though enjoying his task, then Bret felt the head penetrate her hot nest and he pushed it in and heard Edith moan with joy.

"Oh Bret, I've dreamed about this moment for years," she told him as she held him tightly.

She lay with her legs bent back over her body as Bette and Honey, on each side of her, lay staring intently while Bret buried his bone in her slippery penis softener until it was in to the roots, then he began to give her a slow, gentle ride, delighting the viewers with the sight of his long, shiny tool working in and out of the big circle her slit had become.

It was the first time Honey had watched a humping and her excitement was obvious as she and Bette swapped comments and stole touches of the slowly pistoning tool and the hairy sac that swayed and bounced off Edith's big bare behind with each stroke.

"Oh Bret," Edith said, panting, "you're such a great fucker. I love the way you give it to me in long, slow strokes."

"I'm glad you like it, dear," Bret replied. "You really are a great fuck. Your body responds so nicely. Take it, darling, take it… take it," he panted, timing the words with the strokes of his tool, "take it… take cock… take it up the cunt… take it… take it…"

Their dialogue was interrupted when Edith climaxed. Her orgasm was strong and she bucked furiously, but her rider stayed in the saddle and, after she finished, the ride resumed.

Bret again rode slowly for about a minute, then he changed the pace suddenly as his own completion let him know it was ready to happen. He pumped penis into that slippery slit with blinding speed, panting hard and his body banging her crotch and belly, then with a low cry, he pressed down hard and the viewers watched his behind jerking as he pumped his charge into her sucking snatch until he was drained and both he and Edith were sighing in contentment.

Edith called for a drink break and Tom was sent to prepare the necessities. The others found lots to talk about. Edith began to play with Honey's big breasts in an almost innocent manner, but then she became aroused and as Bette and her father watched, the big brown beauty lay back with her crotch wide open so that Edith could fill it with her face. White hands rubbing brown thighs and tummy, Edith gave the woman a lovely lapping which resulted in a strong, noisy orgasm.

When Tom returned with the drinks, his wife granted him permission to go to the kitchen and have a drink. She allowed him fifteen minutes, he thanked her and, ten minutes later, he appeared in the doorway and asked for permission to return. His stiffly twitching tool was mute evidence of his enjoyment of the subservient role.

"I still can't believe that cock," Honey said as she played with it. "I wonder how much of that a woman could take in her mouth."

"Great idea. Let's have a contest," Bette suggested and the others agreed.

Bette produced a lipstick and Edith bent in front of her husband. She tried for more than thirty seconds, gagged a couple of times, then signalled she was finished and Bette drew a lipstick line, less than halfway down the shaft.

Honey was next and the lipstick quickly disappeared into her mouth. She persisted, took more of the shaft in, then gave the signal wave. The line Bette drew was a good two inches beyond Edith's achievement.

"Make room for a winner," Bette said as she handed the lipstick to Edith, gripped the strong bone and began taking it into her mouth. Obviously enjoying her work, Bette kept lowering her face, making humming sounds as she took it in.

The first lipstick line vanished, then the second, but Bette wasn't finished and then, as the others began making bets on the possibility of her taking the whole thing, she was forced to give up. Her lipstick line was a good two inches beyond Honey's.

"I think I'd rather see if I can take it all up my cunt," Honey told Edith. "Mind if I try?"

"Not at all, dear, just be sure you don't make him shoot his load. Lie down," she told her husband and he did, his tool poking up like a mast.

The others gathered around as Honey squatted above the man, fitted the head into her slit and sighed as she began to lower herself. A little at a time, she impaled herself until the last inch of shaft was in her vagina, she rubbed her behind on the man, then slowly rose until she was free of the instrument which shone with her juice.

Bette followed suit and very quickly was rubbing her bottom on the man, his tool totally buried, then when the man reported he was close to ejaculation, she got up.

"It's time to beat the bitch some more," Edith told her friends. "Normally, I'd have him jerk off, but I'll listen to any suggestions."

"I'd love to suck him off," Honey said, eagerly.

"So would I," Bette enthused, "but you may have him."

"Wait," Edith told the two. "Let's make a contest. Honey, you take it in your mouth and give him ten slow sucks, then Bette will do the same. You'll keep going that way and we'll see who gets the cream."

While he and Edith watched the two contestants at work on the big bone, he played with her breasts and buttocks and fingered her slit so that she was soon squirming hotly and his penis was rising in erection.

"You feel about ready to bugger my little girl's ass," she said as she squeezed the shaft. "I sure as hell am."

"Okay. I'll lubricate his hole before I strap him. That way, as soon as I drop the strap, you can ram it up his red ass while he's still crying. That should be fun."

They ended their conversation as they heard the man pant the word that he was going to go off. Bette had just given the ninth slow suck, she sucked again and when he didn't go off, she gave two more sucks then he was shooting and drinking as he pumped semen into her mouth, giving her as generous a drink of semen as she had ever experienced.

"You cheated," Honey said, pouting, then laughing.

"Honey's right, Bette," Edith told her young friend. "You took twelve sucks and stole the cream that should have been hers," she added with a stern expression.

"What are you going to do about it?" Bette challenged, hands on hips as she guessed what the woman had in mind and wanted it, suddenly highly aroused.

"What I'm going to do is take you over my lap and give your bare bum a good spanking. Come here." Bette pretended to protest, but Edith grabbed her by the wrist, gave her one stinging spank, then dragged her to the chair and pulled her across the big thighs. Bret felt his tool rise to strong erection as he watched what was happening to his daughter, then Edith was scolding and spanking the lovely buttocks while Bette sobbed, pleased and begged for mercy.

Edith didn't spank nearly as hard as she had when her husband was over her lap, but the spanks still rang loudly and Bette's bottom colored nicely as she squirmed over the firm thighs without trying to take her pink bum away.

The spanking went on until Bette was crying real tears and her nether cheeks glowed bright red, then the spanking stopped, Bette got to her feet, her eyes shining wetly with excitement as she rubbed the hotly tingling cheeks with both hands.

"Come to the couch, baby," Honey told her. "Mummy will kiss you better."

They hurried to the couch, but Honey ignored the bright red buttocks and fitted her mouth to Bette's vulva and went on to do a lot more than kissing, so much more that Bette was soon crying out in beautiful orgasm.

"That," Bette announced as she got up and again put her hands on her buttocks to savor the hot tingling, "was the first of many, many spankings for me. I'm hooked."

"Delighted to hear that, angel," her father told her as he felt one of the hot rounds. "I hope Daddy will be permitted to give you some of those spankings."

"If you're a good little boy, there will be many times when I'll be the naughty little girl and you'll be my stern daddy," she told him with a grin as he squeezed a buttock and trembled with anticipation.

And then they turned their attention to Edith. She was scolding her husband as he bent over, feet wide apart, behind arched, hands gripping the arm of a chair. In her right hand she held a wide leather strap.

And then she wasn't just holding it, she was swinging it and Tom was dancing and crying to the enjoyment of his audience, his limp long tool swaying. Panting and sweating as she strapped her loudly crying victim, Edith went on and on with the strapping until her victim's buttocks were a blend of dark red and purple, then she sighed as the strap fell from her hand and she stepped back, smiling at Bret as he walked to the crying man, his tool obviously ready for the task at hand.

Standing close behind Tom, he pushed his member between a pair of red cheeks, paused to savor the heat, then he gave one slow push and the head popped into a very tight anus. Another jab pushed more of it into the man, then he gripped him by the hips and began jabbing it home.

In addition to crying, Tom was moaning as his rectum took the first stiff penis it had ever known.

"It's too big," he protested between sobs. "It hurts. Please stop. Please don't fuck me anymore."

"Shut up and take your fucking, bitch," Bret said and gave his victim a stinging slap on each hip, then he renewed his grip with both hands and began buggering. He humped at medium speed and with long strokes, his tummy spanking the already well beaten behind of the man while the women stared in awe at the strange sight of one naked man buggering another.

Because he had already given Edith one charge, Bret lasted a long time before he winced, let a little cry escape from his throat then he pressed firmly against the arched, hot behind and his body began jerking strongly as he pumped a very big, high pressure charge into the tight aperture.

There was a babble of excited conversation as Bret took his spent tool out.

"That was wild, Daddy," Bette told her father. "Think of it, you've fucked both a man and his wife in one night."

"Now that you mention it, I did at that. It isn't going to be the last time either."

"Come to the bathroom, Daddy, and I'll wash your cock for you."

In the bathroom, Bette ran a basin of warm water and lovingly washed her father's tool, drawing the skin well back to ensure that it was perfectly cleansed.

As she washed, they talked about the excitement the evening had provided and of all the fun they would enjoy in the future.

"Think of how wonderful it would be if your mother stayed away," Bret said with a sigh.

"I was thinking that, Daddy, but now I have another idea. What if I were to seduce her, get her turned on to swinging sex and then we could swing as a whole fucking family?"

"Bette, I don't think you're kidding," he told her with a serious expression. "I don't think that's even remotely possible, but then again, if anyone in the world could ever do it, that person is you."

"It's in the bag, Daddy," Bette assured her father.

"That's no way to talk about your mother, dear," he scolded and they laughed as they returned to their friends.

Content

Dr. Guenter Klow
Dr. Klow's Gallery Of Women: Bette

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13