0 comments/ 47482 views/ 0 favorites Betty By: Story_Guy She slammed the vibrator into her cunt harder and harder as the voice on the other end of the phone kept telling her, "Faster, faster, don't stop yet Betty." She knew she would cum very soon and turned the vibrator up to max speed, the humming sound filling the room along with her whimpers and moans. So close, she knew at any second she would explode ... harder ... faster ... 5 more seconds ... "STOP!" came the voice on the other end of the phone. She moaned loudly but did as she was told, she hated but loved this at the same time. He did this to her so often. She knew he would, but once she got to a certain point, she figured he would never make her stop now. Betty lay on her bed panting, her pussy dripping juice down through her lips to the crack of her ass, making a puddle on her bed. She always ended up this wet when talking to him. She had no idea why he had this effect on her, she truly believed that she would do anything he asked of her. She knew he would never put her in any danger, but he knew exactly how to push her buttons, and her limits... "Ok, now ... start fucking that wet pussy some more: I want you to cum now." She was so relieved to hear him say that, she went right back at it with even more vigor this time. She could hear the juices as she fucked herself harder and faster, the vibe seemed to have a mind of its own and she just lay there enjoying it. All of the sudden the pressure got to be too much and she started to explode. Her hips began to buck up and down, her hand slid the vibrator deep into her spasming cunt and she screamed in orgasm, "AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, Ohhhhh" Betty was totally wiped out, she had almost passed out, she only snapped to because of the voice coming through the phone asking if she was alright? "Oh yes Darlin', I am just fine. You are so wonderful: next time we meet I will be sure to have you screaming the same way!" "Well, I will hold you to that! But right now, I must let you go. Please, enjoy your day!" Betty always had wonderful days when Rod phoned her in the mornings. He usually called her at least once a week to start her day with one of those mind blowing orgasms. Rod was one of Betty's current lovers. He was a younger man, in his mid twenties, tall, built nicely, the sexiest of voices: just hearing his voice always made her pussy wet. She met him online, the same way she met most of her lovers now. Her friends always told her it was too risky, but she was always careful about it and, so far, had only come across one nutcase, but that is another story. Rod is a successful man with his own business and, whenever he was in her neighborhood, made sure he stopped in for some of her amazing talents. After she regained her composure, she jumped into the shower and got dressed for work. Betty worked in a small office with a few other women. She was the office manager, and very good friends with the owner of the company. They got to be friends through her years working there, and now even do things outside of work. The both care for each other very much, and look to each other to get through any hard times in their lives. Quite often the talk turned to their sex lives. Tracey knew all about her adventures with Rod. When she walked into work today, and got into the office they share, Tracy looked at her and said, "He called this morning didn't he?" "Damnit! How do you know that?" Betty could never understand how Tracy could tell, but she knew every time. "You just have that glow on your face every time he calls." She was right, the days he calls can never go wrong for Betty, she is always in such a good mood, almost like floating. They sat at their desks, and Tracy told her to give her all the details. They talked about this for a little while, until they were both too hot to talk anymore and had to stop. Betty had recently started thinking to herself about Tracy, and if she was into women at all. Betty had never tried it, but was realizing now that she did have that interest deep down. She kept trying to deny it but the juices in her pussy were telling her different. And there were lots of things that give her messages that Tracy wanted her too. Little things, like a quick squeeze of her ass, winks, even an occasional kiss on the cheek. But she couldn't be interested, she was married, with a few kids. Although she did keep saying how she and her husband did not have sex anymore, and the only sexual outlet was her vibrator. All this talk, and thinking, had gotten Betty just too hot again. She quietly went to the ladies' room, closed and locked the door and stripped off from the waist down. That wasn't much since she didn't wear panties. She tried it one day at Tracy's suggestion, since she told her she never wore them anymore either. Betty propped herself up against the sink and started to work on her clit. She went right to it, hard and fast since she didn't want anyone to notice that she was gone long. It didn't take long for her to have her juices literally dripping out of her pussy, down her legs, filling the room with the strong smell of her cunt. She started to slip two fingers into herself while she rubbed at her clit. She could feel the pressure building and it took all her strength to keep from screaming out. (Something else that is new since she met Rod). She went over to the toilet seat to sit because her legs were getting very weak. No sooner did she sit down, she exploded. She almost blacked out again and caught herself as she was almost falling over. After a couple minutes recovery, she got cleaned up again and went back to work. "Excuse me, Betty. There is a call on hold for you on line 3" Pam the receptionist smiled at Betty as she walked into the office, they all got along very well there. Pam thought to herself that it must be yet another of the men Betty has waiting in line for her. Pam was at times jealous of how much attention Betty seemed to get, but always smiled to herself thinking that it was good that a nice lady like Betty was getting the attention. "Hello, Betty speaking", as she picked up the receiver she sat at her desk. "Hi there beautiful." It was Rod: he had called to see if she had caught her breath yet. "Well, hello there big guy!" They talked for a little while about how each of their days were going, but ended up with Rod telling her he would be in town that night, and they made plans for a date. Betty was happy about this since she didn't have plans, but was horny as hell. She went right in to tell Tracy about the call. Tracy gave her a little lecture about getting personal calls at work, but then immediately asked what the scoop was. After going through the plans they had, Tracey had a bit of a frown on her face and Betty asked what was wrong. It turned out that Tracey's husband was out of town for a few days, and the kids were away at the grandparents, so Tracy was gonna see if Betty would be interested in coming over to her place for a while, have a few drinks and just chill out. Maybe get a movie or two. Suddenly, Tracey got a very wicked grin on her face and Betty asked what she was thinking. Tracey said, "No, never mind, it is too crazy..." Of course Betty would not let this go, and had to know what was on her mind. After a lot of begging, and pleading, Tracey finally told Betty what she was thinking. The plan went something like this: since it has been so long since Tracey has had any sex, and she knew how wild and kinky Betty was, she wanted to hide in the closet and watch Betty and Rod do their thing. She was not going to be joining them, as she could not bring herself to be with another man. She and her husband didn't have a sex life, but still she couldn't cheat on him like that. The rest of the afternoon went by very quickly as the two women planned out the small details: little things like the fact that Tracey should not have anything to drink at all, since there was no bathroom in the closet, black clothing so if she moved the shadows would be minimal. Betty would try to have the action angled in such a way to give her audience the best view. Finally, the doorbell rang: the cue for Tracey to scram and get into her place in the closet. They had set up a chair for her so she would be comfortable. Rod came in, and instantly started kissing Betty. They kissed in the doorway for a minute or two, until she broke away, closed the door and asked if he would like something to drink. "The only thing I am interested in drinking right now is your sweet pussy juices as they run out of you." Betty loved the sound of that and walked over to the couch, pulled her shorts down, and said, "CUM and get it." Tracey could hear the moans of delight coming from Betty as she was getting her cunt licked. She wished so badly that it was hers. She could feel the wetness of her pussy, the heat from her arousal. She started rubbing herself through her shorts, letting a small moan escape her lips. She made a mental note to try to keep from doing that when they got into the bedroom. She didn't want to give herself away, or did she? Betty "BETTY"—Scenario #1 Jan's best buddy and former very close and together roommate "S" probably needed a more active-always sexually ready type woman to enjoy mutual and exploratory stimulations—so, since neither Jan nor gil had many other close friends, they made a few smiling fully clothed photos and placed an ad in the Beach Reporter looking to enlist a woman for a friendly three way. "Youngish couple wants a female friend to explore various erotic pursuits together" (A very bold upfront statement to be published at that time) Betty and several others answered the ad, she looked like the best bet. She sent a photo of a nice looking woman in an attractive pose-with great anticipation we set up a lunch meeting in the Mexican restaurant at the base of Pier Avenue in Hermosa Beach. The meeting turned out better than expected. It was a bit awkward at first since the meeting was based on a rather blatant newspaper statement. After some warm up conversation about lifestyles and work (Betty said she was a flower seed distributor), Betty sat next to Jan and I thought I observed an occasional touch between them above and below the glass table. Probably my extended imagination, I thought. Lunch was nice and the two bottles of red wine added some looseness to the otherwise polite conversation. I gave Betty the address on 8th Street and we decided to meet there this afternoon. Since Betty paid for her lunch and got a traffic overtime parking ticket to boot, I thought we would not see her again. (I wasn't the generous guy I am now (on retrothink)). When Jan and I got back to the apartment, I suggested to Jan that if Betty should show up, after the initial drink or whatever, that she (Jan) withdraw to the bathroom so I could chat with Betty. Betty actually showed up and knocked at the door about twenty minutes later. We all had one more glass of a very good red and Jan took off for the john. "Betty, do you like Jan?" says gil. "I like you both" says Betty. Gil—" I hope we can continue some kind of relationship—we have a plane (wahoo), and we like to watch movies on a big projection screen, also occasional sexy photo sessions". I took her to the back bedroom and pointed out some photos on our 'photo wall' . Betty said "I love to watch movies too and my last boyfriend was into bondage and took a lot of photos". I then pressed the opportunity to brief Betty to the facts that Jan is very submissive, somewhat slow to arouse (with men) and will turn-on to being restrained and teased. When Jan comes out, "let me take her into the bedroom and see what our interests might be". That announcement lit me up for the rest of the week. Betty and I were standing in the middle of the living room as Jan exited the bathroom. I liked her bedroom statement a lot and imagined all sorts of fun games between them –(and without me). As we three stood in the living room, there was an embrace and kisses all around. It took considerable restraint on my part to sit out in the living room and hear the activity in the bedroom between these two warmed and lightly inebriated attractive women. My presence would probably detract from the initial encounter anyway. If I were in my photo mode, I think some guidance from me and maybe an occasional warming stroke would be a boost. Later. The problem might be my loss of control. So, after about 10 minutes. . .—gil peeks into the bedroom— I was surprised that Betty was so adept at understanding and taking my advice of Jan's submissiveness so well. Betty was kneeling behind Jan in the middle of the bed while Jan was sitting on the side. Both women were fully clothed although their shirts were unbuttoned and the top of Jan's Levis was opened to expose the top of her bikini panties (nice ones). Betty was holding Jan's hands behind her back with one hand and stroking her breasts with the other while nuzzling her neck. Jan's eyes were closed and there was an obvious increasing responsive surrender to Betty's aggressive actions. I thought my best approach if I was ever going to participate in this encounter was to withdraw right now and cool off in the other room. So, I had another glass of red and gazed out to the sandy yard at the front of the apartment; while all the time alternately thinking of ways to enhance the bedroom activity and plan a longer term relationship with Betty. . . . 5 Minutes Elapsed. . . Not having reached anything conclusive ideas, I sort of wander into the bedroom. The two beauties are about in the same pose except Jan.s legs are widely apart and Betty is using both hands from behind Jan, concentrating on the area under her panties presumedly in and around her pussy. Jan was moving as much as Betty's hands would allow and she was moaning louder than I had ever produced in our sexual relations. Neither woman paid the least interest in my arrival, although I thought I heard Betty say earlier "You can come in now, gil". This woman is very good at what she was doing. Well the reader might assume I was happy as a voyeur to a perfect female scene. I was. Maintaining a respectful distance from this wonderful event taking place hoping that it might improve to my wildest expectations before my hormonal unbalance and pounding protuberance was gone. Betty paused, got off the bed, and led the moaning Jan to her feet alongside the bed. Betty pulled off Jan's levis in an authoritative manner and then, as Jan and I watched, her own levis and shirt leaving on her panties and bra. Betty and Jan stood together as Betty deftly slipped off Jan's shirt, unhooked her bra and pulled her very wet panties down to the floor, scattering all the clothes over the floor. Betty then gently pushed the totally naked Jan back to the bed with her legs spread and over the side. Betty then leaned over Jan as she laid back on the bed. The two of them intertwined and kissed deeply as their hands and tongues caressed and teased each other (and me from a distance). Jan obviously affected by their mouths and tongues together as Betty slid down to kneel on the carpet next to the bed and between Jan's now widely spread active legs. Betty asked if Jan wanted her to continue. "Yes, oh God yes- I have never been so ready". Betty paused, looking at Jan, enjoying the scene of Jan's driving need for her to continue as Jan's hands wildly worked her own body. I thought of how Betty could be so capable and practiced; but, I was less interested in her history than the events at hand. After minutes of intense activities, I sensed Jan was more than ready for a climactic event as Betty's mouth worked around her pussy and both of them pinched, rubbed and twisted Jan's nipples. It happened to both Jan and gil (across the room) at the same time. I think it was one of the best in my sexual history and definitely sure that I had never seen Jan so excited even though she comes easily when stimulated by women. The two of them moved on to the bed and just lay there. Jan naked and Betty still in bra and panties. Gil disappeared to the john. When I returned, Jan had made Betty as naked as she was. I thoroughly enjoyed the scene of the two naked women laying together on the bed as Jan took on the initiative to repay Betty's non-obligatory efforts. It was near dark. I fired up the projection television and put on a movie tape. The women finally came from the bedroom, Jan in her robe, naked underneath and Betty more or less loosely dressed as she had come. Betty looked pleased and Jan looked MORE THAN pleased with the encounter. As we watched the movie on a 3 person chaise lounge facing the movie screen, we talked about the amazing rapport for a first time out. I don't know how often women can interrelate to that degree without a lot of preliminaries, but that is exactly how the first part of Betty, Jan (and gil ) happened. After many fun strokes and non-preliminary kisses, the three of us decided to defer to the next meeting. I walked Betty to her car parked in front of the garage and kissed her 'good night'. She promised to return. SEE "BETTY'S RETURN" No copyright-free use gil Betty As with most of my stories, if you don't have a thing for teeth and biting then you should probably skip on to another story because this one is heavy on it. If you do, then make yourself comfortable and read on. * This story comes from a way back and is about the first girl with whom I was really intimate. She was a hell of a one to pick.. I wasn't that cool as a kid. On Friday nights when the bad kids from school were just starting to try their luck creeping into bars with fake IDs, I was at home watching TV or playing video games. It wasn't entirely my own fault, we were kind of poor, dad had gone and so my weekend job actually made a difference to house finances. I had to be at work early with bright eyes. Nah, ok, I was pretty shy too, it was just easier to stay at home so I did. This of course meant that while the bad lads at the end of the night were trying their luck with equally bad girls, I was just stuck with late night TV and my own imagination. That all changed late one horrid cold windy Friday night. Mum came in to ask me if I wanted to go with her to pick up Fiona from whatever dive of a club she had found herself in this weekend. My half sister Fiona (Fi) was the final part of the home trilogy. At about ten years older then me still represented the closest thing I had to a sibling. As such we didn't get on much. She was sort of mean to me and didn't have much time for anyone who was not helping her get drunk, high or facilitate the expansion of her wardrobe. The upside of Fi was her friends. They were, well, a decade older than me and mostly drunk, high and dressed up to the nines which is pretty much all a teenage boy demands. Mum drove while I fiddled with the radio. The car was freezing but was warming rapidly as we pulled out onto the dual carriageway. By the time we got to the next town along where we were picking up Fi, the car was toasty warm. Drunken decimation of the street entrance marked the corner of the street where Fi's club was. People sat about on the pavement, busied themselves with either drunken retching or trying to fight or mate with others. This was time for me to do my bit. Mum hated getting out of the car and dealing with finding Fi amongst the drunken carnage. I, on the other hand, relished it. I loved the excitement in the air, the unpredictability and the drunken beautiful women streaming out of this place that was still to be out of bounds to me for at least another couple of years. Fi was easy to spot, she was leant against a white wall, trying not to slide down it. 'Just need to wait for Betty', she shouted as she saw me, 'go sit in the car'. I pointed to where the car was and determined not to instantly give in to my big sister. I bought a bag of chips from a busy street vendor and then jumped back in the car before any of the rolling thugs could mug me for them. Mum gave Fi a honk and she staggered across the pavement towards us. Mum's window slid down and a drunk Fi stuck her head through the window. 'I need the front seat, I am gonna be sick', slurred Fi. I moaned a protest as the injustice hit me but mum's eyes told me to get in the back so I did. 'And can Betty stay over too? She has missed her last bus.' Mumbled Fi as she fell into my nicely warmed front seat. 'Just get in', spat out mum. The door opposite to me opened and in fell an absolute vision of beauty. My frustration with my rotten drunk sister was forgotten in an instant as Betty got into the back of the car next to me. The first thing I saw was a long black leather boot stopping mid-thigh just below a tight red skirt. Following the boot and skirt hem was the rest of a fantastic body, a beautiful rounded bum, slim waist and full boobs only just held in by a matching red tight V-cut top. I could hardly bring myself to look up at her face. She had full red lips punctuating a flawless alabaster complexion and framing brilliant white pearly teeth, split only by a tiny gap in the front. Dark painted eyes looked back at me and beautiful blond hair cascaded over bare shoulders. She was not tall but she was 100% voluptuous. 'Thank you for having me Miz Martin', Betty purred into the front of the car, her accent giving her away as American. I guessed she was mid-thirties but really could have been twenties or forties, she was one of these sort of timeless people. Panicked I just about managed to spit out a 'hi' as her beautiful scent enveloped me. I don't think she heard it, probably wondering why the small British guy next to her was squeaking. The interior lights in the car went off as we pulled away from the club and towards the fast road. I was in heaven, it sounds trivial now but at that age, just sitting next to a woman like Betty was enough to keep me on a fixed adrenaline high. Fi and mum chatted in the front as I cosied myself into the back seat, daring only to sneak glances at Betty's thigh next to me. I looked out of my window and shoveled in the chips. Betty broke the silence in the back, 'can I have one of those?' she asked leaning towards me, close enough that I could feel her warm breath on my ear. 'Of course' I grinned back at her, glad for the darkness concealing my instant hardness. I lent back towards her, my shoulder touching her soft upper arm. I thrust the bag towards her in offering. 'Would you put it in my mouth? My hand are all dirty', she whispered back to me. With trembling fingers I picked up a warm chip, dabbed it in some sauce and brought it up towards Betty's beautiful lips. She smiled and parted those beautiful lips allowing me to pass it in to the darkness of her large soft mouth. When my finger came to rest on the softness of her lower lip I paused, allowing her to bite off the end of the chip. I was transfixed in silence to her angelic face, unable to see Betty's incisors coming together behind her soft lips. A quick pink tongue darted out and pulled the rest of the chip in to her mouth in a single movement. She giggled a silvery laugh, I guess enjoying her effect on me. 'Mmmm, one more?'. She leant her chin on my shoulder and brushed my cheek with her nose as she whispered into my ear. 'Of course'. I looked down at the bag and pulled out a second chip, trying not to quake with anticipation. My fingers trembling, I passed the chip up towards the parted lips of Betty. It went in between her soft lips but they did not come together. I brushed my finger slowly in towards her warm waiting mouth. Finger and thumb holding the chip moved into her mouth and rested down softly on her lower lip. I could feel the hard dent of her lower teeth just touching my finger pad. As my finger rested, she smiled slowly, widely, deliberately, peeling back her lips as she did so I could see her upper teeth. As if caught it the headlights I was motionless as a line of obviously sharp incisors flanked by small but very pointed canines revealed themselves. 'Snap' In an instant a perfectly interlacing wall of enamel snapped shut in front of my eyes, cleanly severing the chip and leaving my finger resting just in front of Betty's beautiful front teeth. I nearly passed out with the high as she again giggled out a silvery laugh. 'Thanks'. 'You should be careful of that.' The car pulled up the driveway and we all got out. All three of the ladies pushed in front through the warmth of the open front door. Betty was pulled in by Fi without so much as a glance over her shoulder towards me. My heart sank as the three ladies strode into the warmth of the kitchen, slamming the door behind them. The tinkling of whisky glasses marking the start of the nightcap. I resigned myself to bolting up the front door, shouting goodnight to mum and then going straight to bed. As I lay in the dark, every now and then I could hear the long lilting accent of Betty over the raucous noise of my family as they went down through the bottle of whisky. Mum had joined them and I think the three of them must have polished off a single malt in just over an hour. The increase in volume and stamping of feet up the stairs signified three drunken women retiring for the night. One by one I heard giggles and laughs get replaced by heavy breathing and snores through the house in a multitude of intoxicated coma. Very soon, I was the only one awake. My heart was still pounding, the adrenaline only subsiding a little as I went over in my mind the chip incident in the car and the idea of the woman sleeping in the spare room only a few doors down from my own. I imagined what it would have been like had I, instead of going in to my own room had hidden under the bed of the spare room and watched Betty retire. She would have come in turning on the light and shutting the door behind her. The two of us would have been closed together in the room, as I would have peered out at the hard step of the bottom of her long leather boots. Would I have been able to peer out from under the valence to see her peeling off those boots, maybe dropping her skirt and peeling off her tight top? ..and then what? What would she have on underneath? Would I have been able to see any part of her beautifully rounded breasts or her.. Anyways I had not and now she was asleep and in bed. Insomnia gave way to a need to pee, a natural side effect to having been so hard over the last few hours. I jumped out into the cold and pulled on a t-shirt. Without almost any sound at all, I opened my bedroom door and padded down the hall to the bathroom. What I was not prepared for as I passed it was that the door to the spare room was slightly ajar. My eyes lingered on the gap as I passed and I could barely make out a dark form inside. The bare bulb of the bathroom light assaulted me with its brightness and made me blink my eyes for a few moments as I lent against the loo to pee. I had to push my rapidly hardening dick down in the direction of the loo simply in order to hit it as an idea formed in my head. Not really an idea, more a notion. I finished in the loo and turned off the light. I stood in the blackness for a few moments allowing my eyes to readjust. Then I slid back the bolt on the toilet door and moved pad by pad, almost a centimeter at a time towards the door of the spare room. Once I was just in position to see through the door I simply stood in the darkness in silence, just looking in. I could see Betty lying on her back, well tucked up in the big soft duvet. Her head was tilted towards center of the room, away from the wall. The depth of her breath meant that she was fast asleep and so I inched my way in to the room, taking care not to make the tiniest sound. Once I had passed the threshold of the door, I gently nudged it closed in case anyone else should get up and walk down the hallway. I knelt down next to the beautiful sleeping Betty, my chin almost touching the side of her bed. The duvet rose and fell in time with her breaths and a slight air disturbance came from between her very slightly parted lips. I could feel the warmth moisture of her breath on the bridge of my nose as I peered into the seemingly giant red lips. I simply froze there and waited for a few seconds in langrous ecstasy, building up the courage to touch her, convincing myself that a third of a bottle of whisky would make for a sound sleep. With no sound at all, I brought my finger closer to her waiting parted lips and then very gently rested it on the lower one, in the same place to which it had been invited earlier that same night. The soft full lip peeled back as I touched it to reveal Betty's lower teeth. These were not the new small adult teeth of girls I knew of my own age but the ones of and incredible adult woman from far across the seas. Some of her lower teeth were slightly crooked, some were straight, all were deeply ridged and sharp. I pushed round her lip a little and exposed a lower canine. It was almost beautifully teardrop shaped except for the vicious slightly inward pointing tip. I rested my finger on its tip a moment, just imagining what it would be like if she bit down. My finger moved up away from Betty's bottom lip and proceeded to peel back the side of her top lip. Betty's lower teeth had been an adrenaline shock but nothing had prepared me for her upper pre-molars and canines. They were almost like those of an animal or a movie vampire. Although not particularly long, each one was deadly sharp and I watched my finger as it traced a line under their sharp biting edges, pausing under her slightly longer eye-tooth. Then panic. She stirred, twitched, murmured in her sleep and my heart leapt. I pulled my finger away from her mouth in an instant and got down flat on the dark floor by her bed not daring to breathe. I stayed immutable for I don't know how long, praying the pounding of my heart was audible only inside my own head. Betty shifted in her bed slightly, straightening up her face to look at the ceiling and fidgeting a little under the sheets. Presently her deep breathing resumed and I counted to 100 to be sure she was really back to sleep. Her lower jaw was now much more dropped than before. I brought myself up over her and peered down into the deepness of her mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, the inquisitive fingers returned. Pausing briefly on the softness of her lower lip, I pushed my finger in until the first knuckle was flush with her lips. I felt no teeth, only the luxurious warm softness of her tongue. Her warm breath tickled the sensitive hairs on the back of my hand. Betty stirred again and shut her mouth. I was stuck. To pull back in my panic would surely wake her but what would happen if she felt a foreign object in her mouth? Scream for sure. How the f*ck would I explain this? I couldn't. I stayed frozen to the spot with my two fingers in her mouth. I felt her large soft lips around the mid of my fingers and the encasing of her soft wide tongue below the pads and her upper palette above them. I felt no teeth but I knew they were there, sharp, hidden just below the protection of the full lips. Kneeling with my fingers in the hot mouth of this incredible woman was to that point the most erotic experience of my young life. It was promptly replaced by the next, which was when Betty softly started to suck. Her tongue rippled gently under my fingers and she moaned a little in her sleep. I don't know but I fancied there was a slight twitch under the bed sheets. The fullness of what might lie under the sheet hit me. It was certainly this fantastic strange woman and she could be naked. The encircling and sucking of the soft tongue intensified slightly, there were a few more undulations under the covers and then, after what felt like a wonderful terrifying few minutes, Betty's mouth opened wide and she breathed out a long soft 'Ahhhhhh'. It was intense enough that her warm breath found its way up to my face allowing me to smell her soft scent as I peered down into her open array of sharp teeth that had been absent from sight but not my thoughts for at least a few minutes. Self preservation kicked back in and I withdrew my fingers and padded quickly, much more clumsily than before, back into the safety of my own bed. The relief of having got away with it washed over me as I wrapped myself in my own, now cold duvet and warmed up. My hand found my own hard dick almost instantly and I satisfied myself with the hand that was still wet with Betty's saliva and the memories of how it had just got there. I slept soundly for the rest of that night, sweet dreams perfectly preserved. ------------ The sound of frying and the smell of fresh bacon greeted me first thing in the morning and I jumped out of bed to pull on my work clothes. I passed Betty's door, excitement peaking as I did, on my way down the stairs to get my early breakfast. I shot out to work and probably did the most cheerful shift I ever have, driving like a maniac on the way home lest the beautiful Betty would still be around the house. My heart sank as I entered to see a hung over Fi and nobody else. My impulse was to quiz her on the lovely Betty but I thought better of it. Fi is mean but not stupid. Two weeks passed and no mention of Betty. I had pinched Fi's address book but she was not in it. Then, on a Friday night as I came in to the kitchen, there she was. Leaning against the radiator in the kitchen chatting away to mum, Fi making toast. I said a quick hi to all, poured myself a welcome cup of tea and then slid into a corner of the kitchen pretending to examine a leaflet I had picked off the doormat. Out of the corner of my eye I slowly worked my way up Betty. She was dressed simply in figure hugging jeans, boot cut and hanging loosely over what looked like soft brown leather cowboy boots. She wore a checked shirt on top with a knot at the bottom showing off her bare brown midriff and cutting an angular V across the deep cleft of her breast. As I worked my way up the blond curls, peeling off her temples she looked across at me quickly, my eyes locking with her sparkling blue ones. I looked down quickly and tried not to go pink. Fi put some toast in the middle of the table and we all took a piece. As Betty lifted it to her stunning red lips there was nothing I could do but watch as they parted. Caught again like a frozen animal she quickly locked her eyes on mine and bit down in a snap, cleanly removing a semi circle of toast. Once done, she smiled a glittering sparkle of blue eyes and white pearls across at me. Caught I stared at the floor, redness passing over my face, tears forming in the corner of my eyes and a hard on like a mallet in my trousers under the table. I sat and stared at the text on the table in front of me until the women finished their toast and Fi and Betty flounced past me on the way to get changed to go out. Mum looked up from her tea after they were gone and smiled at me over her glasses. 'You like her don't you honey'. 'No', I snapped back, not raising my eyes to meet my mothers. 'It's ok. She is a very beautiful lady. It is normal.' I said nothing, once my mother got up to go and water the garden I took the remainder of my tea to my bedroom and turned on the TV. I heard the door slam as the two girls went out and then emerged from my room to hang about in kitchen for the rest of the night, barely able to contain the butterflies in my stomach as a plan came together. Some time around midnight the call came in and mum shouted to ask me to go with her to pick up the girls. I shouted back that I was really tired and wanted to go to bed. Mum groaned a little but left me to go and get them on her own. Once the sound of the car was gone I barely sprinted up the stairs and into my room where I changed for bed into some long, warm pajamas. I went and got a load of spare pillows and put them in a line down my bed to look like a body. I turned out the light and left the room. I then went and found a spare duvet and pillow and pushed it under the spare bed, right into the far corner. I sat on the stairs in exuberant anticipation until I heard the car pull back up the drive and then I shot under the spare bed. The front door opened and the voices fell in to the hall way downstairs. Footsteps tottered into the kitchen as they had before. Bad news this time though, I heard the kettle go on which meant tea, which meant no whisky, which meant potentially less sound sleep. I lay frozen in place in the dark under the bed until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs as the women went to bed. I could feel little drips of perspiration forming on my brow as I prayed that mum would not look in on me in my room. There was no indication she did and the thought of it was pushed quickly from my mind as the door to the spare room opened and the light went on. Shafts of yellow poked under the bed to where I was hiding and I squirmed back into the recess of the dark corner. Betty Heavy boot treads came into the room and stopped to shut the door. As they drew parallel, I recognized them as the brown leather Western Style ones of Betty. Heels facing me, she sat down heavily on the bed above me, which creaked but did not give too much. One by one she pulled off and discarded to the far corner the boots. Then two white bobby socked feet came down on the floor, the clinking of a buckle and the pair of jeans fell down next to me. I could feel myself panting in anticipation. Then the shirt fell next to the jeans, blocking off part of the stream of yellow light. Betty padded over to the sink in the far corner and I heard her start to brush her teeth. As I thought of those beautiful sharp ivory teeth being cleaned one by one, my hard dick crept out of the slit in my pajamas. I turned my body and slithered silently down to the bottom end of the bed that faced the sink. Peeking out from under the valence I could see her bent away from me over the sink, brushing vigorously. Betty's body was an absolute marvel. She stood in nothing but a pair of tiny white panties covered in large red dots. Her ample boobs were hanging low and just grazing the top of the sink. They jiggled a little as she brushed. I saw long brown pointed nipples, erect due to the cold in the room scraping one side and then the other of the sink bowl. Betty's bum was the proverbial peach, tanned and firm. She stood with her legs just parted enough that I could see the outline of her pussy marked by the droop in her panties. Beautifully rounded the fold in the panties marked a clear slit where her labia major rested slightly parted behind the thin silk lining. What I would have given to bury my face into her pussy and run my tongue up her slit. Having captured an image that would stay with me forever I slid back into the dark under the bed as she spat and rinsed. She padded back towards me and clicked the light out. The room fell into darkness and I heard her recline on the bed above me. I wrapped myself in my quilt and closed my own eyes, matching my breathing to hers as she fell into deep sleep. I lay for what I know was more than an hour as I forced myself to time it by the church hour chimes down in the village. Once confident she was fast asleep and that there was no more activity in the house, I inched my way out from under the bed. As I did so, I knocked Betty's discarded jeans, which scraped her belt buckle on the floor. She gasped and so I froze but immediately the deep sleep breathing resumed. I counted out a full minute and then continued getting out from underneath. As I brought my self up on to my knees I saw the beautiful face of Betty daubed gently in the soft moonlight that shone in through the window. She lay on her back, face up as she had been last time I had left her in bed. I moved my face in towards her and lent oh so softly on the side of the bed so that my eyes were less than an inch from her beautiful red lips. I moved gently so that my lips just brushed hers and then stopped there for a moment. I wondered quickly if this would be the closest I would ever come to actually kissing her and so vowed to remember each detail of the moment. Betty's breathing stayed even with only a minor intake of breath as her lips parted so very slightly. I brought my eyes down closely and saw large the sight of her front teeth through the tiny parting. Not being able to help it now, I brought up my fingers and very gently pulled back her beautiful top lip to reveal the perfect line of jagged side teeth. Vicious and mesmerizing, I wished time would stand still. It didn't. Betty fidgeted much like she had two weeks before and opened her mouth wide. I was too close to her to panic dive under the bed so I just froze. I found myself with my eyes peering directly into her gaping mouth. Beautiful ridged incisors a few centimeters from the front of my nose and a cascade of devilishly sharp molars and pre-molars running down the sides to the soft black chasm at the back. I brought my fingers up and lowered them millimeter by millimeter into Betty's open mouth. I alighted with the most gentle of touches on a molar on one side and then gently lowered the flat of my finger so that it ran right down the line of biting edges of her side teeth. The little pointed jags grazed across my skin as my mind flashed back to Betty severing the chip and the toast in single hard bites. I wondered what would happen if she snapped shut now, I wondered if I would lose my finger. With anyone else probably not, with Betty it was unclear. I ran my finger up one side of her teeth and then turned it over and ran it back down the other side. I was in absolute ecstasy as I saw it run back between the vicious line of teeth and especially between her razor sharp canines. Then the unthinkable happened. Betty closed her teeth, trapping my finger between a whole long row of side teeth. She was not biting hard at all but the sharp crests of molars dented in both above and below my finger and the two canines that trapped it just above the knuckle were like two opposing needles, just resting there. My heart was in my mouth and I almost came in a single breath. Betty let out a soft moan and there was a twitch under the cover. Crumbs, an erotic dream again maybe? She did not bite down any harder but as her breathing became deeper and intensified, I could feel her tongue licking up and down the side of my finger still trapped between her closed teeth. The hand moving under the covers moved with more pronounced strokes, making the duvet rise up and down. Betty's whole body seemed to shiver up and down with it as did her breaths. Then a hand shot up and grasped my one that was trapped by her mouth. The illusion that she was asleep was broken and my sense of impending doom was confirmed as she spoke softly and slowly. 'Get in here, you can do something for me', she almost rasped into my face. As she spoke she held my hand and in particular my errant finger between her teeth. Each syllable made a little bite and she pronounced it with a pause. She let me go and lifted up the side of the duvet to reveal herself in the moonlight. She had perfect round breasts with large nipples that would poked directly up into the air. Her boobs lay flat on top of her above a bare midriff which rolled smoothly down to the panties. The panties rose again in the perfect outline of her pussy. She pulled me on top of her so that I sat on top of her silky panties, one leg either side of her, looking down into her perfect curl framed face. She took both of my hands and traced them around her breasts. There was nothing I could do about my cock which was sticking like a flagpole out of the fly of my pajamas. Betty's eyes seemed to fix on it while idly rubbing her breasts with my hands. 'Mmmm, I can use that', she murmured, never once taking her eyes of my rock hard member. She moved one hand down to my cock and wrapped her fingers around it. It was the first time I had seen a real live woman in the flesh let alone been touched and it sent electricity out of my cock and all over my body. I was helpless as she gently glided a finger over the head and then down again. Then, without losing hold of my cock, she looped her other hand over my shoulder and pulled me onto herself. I found myself lying flat on top of her, face to beautiful face. She pulled me up very slightly so that my cock was trapped between my body and her silky panties through which I could feel her soaking cleft running along the line of my dick. Her legs curled round my bum, pulling me against her hard and allowing her purchase to rub herself up and down me. Her back arched and her head pushed back into the pillow. She opened her mouth wide and let out a guttural moan. I did what came naturally and ran my tongue along the line of her top teeth, starting at one fang and finishing at the next. Betty's teeth slammed shut in what almost felt like a warning and her head tilted back into the pillow with closed eyes as she literally pulled me up and down against herself like a giant dildo. My hard cock rubbed her slick silky panties up into her cleft and I both felt and glimpsed her beautiful pink bald pussy for the first time. In an instant Betty flipped us over, unleashing a surprising amount of strength for her small frame. I found myself lying back on her soft pillow, staring up at her beautiful gold curl encircled face. She kissed me quickly on the lips and then spun her body round, sitting back on my face in a 69 position. She pulled her panties to the side, allowing my tongue access to the full length of her slit. I slowly licked the full length finishing up at her clit, looping around it and then and then gradually stroking all the way back down. Betty let out a throaty moan as I did so and pushed herself hard back on my chin and lips. Betty worked herself back and forth on my lower face, her strokes becoming harder and more brutal in intensity, her hand snaking its way down to the base of my flag-pole erect cock. She used the grip to work herself even harder and more furiously on my face, her pussy completely now enveloping my mouth. Then Betty moaned and let out a long sigh. As she did so, she bent herself forwards, taking my cock all the way into her beautiful mouth. The action rolled her pussy so that her clit stabbed between my lips. As I sucked, she sucked and I felt sensations I had so far only ever imagined as her warm luxurious mouth and tongue drew me in and pushed me out. As I came nearer and nearer to the edge, I felt Betty's lips slide away from her sharp front teeth. Occurring rarely at first, making a tiny sharp pricks in the end of my cock intermittently. The more she sucked and sucked, the more often the teeth came together slightly, grazing up and down my shaft and stabbing the head. Then Betty stopped moving her pussy and lay heavily on my body, panting. She gently licked the head of my cock with giant swirling movements of her tongue The cessation of her body was followed by a few seconds pregnant pause of even her tongue which told me something was about to happen. I fancied that I heard her licking her lips and churning her mouth, almost like and animal about to feed. Ever so gently, she folded her warm mouth back over my cock and let it rest between her long sharp row of side teeth. Hard, angled molars ending in sharp pointed canines, all digging into the soft flesh, the pain was intense but the excitement that came with it pumped adrenaline through my body as I have never felt. Betty's throbbing, gyrating pussy continued its path on my face but this time with new intensity. I stuck out my tongue catching her clit as she rubbed. Her breathing and moaning rose and her teeth bit down harder on my still solid cock. Pleasure really did start to give way to pain as I started to struggle to try to free my cock but my head remained firmly clamped between Betty's thighs as she rammed herself into my face. Sharp teeth released my shaft to be instantly replaced only by a another hard bite from her front teeth, then her side teeth, then her front teeth on the head and shaft of my cock as she came in deep moans. Betty's rocking subsided and she slowly released my injured cock as she gasped to catch her breath back. She sat back on me a little and relaxed. 'If you come in my mouth then I own this', she giggled. Betty bent back down to my cock, pushing it in through her soft lips again. This time, no teeth, just a warm lapping mouth. Betty went further and further down until I must have been part way down her throat. I felt her lower lip push down hard on the base of my cock and then a strange sensation as she pushed my balls into her mouth with it. How she was breathing I don't know, I was entirely focused on the undulating, swallowing throat. I came closer and closer to the edge, trying to hold it back but not being able to fight Betty's expert actions or her beautiful bald pussy above my face. As I felt myself stiffen up in orgasm Betty's teeth again clamped down, this time threatening to sever all that I had at the very base. As she bit harder and harder, I came down her throat, almost passing out with the excitement. Betty's throat milked me dry, the strength of her suction overwhelming. It was clear in an instant that she had already mostly swallowed me, all it would take to lose my cock and balls forever would be one hard, vicious bite. I wondered if it would come. It didn't. I relaxed and as I did, so did she, giggling slightly, she got off me and turned to kiss me on the lips. I could hardly move with the emotions washing over me. The best orgasm of my life combined with the removal of the threat to castrate me made me quake with relief. 'Don't forget I own this now she purred', gently brushing my cock with the back of her hand. 'If you ever use it with anyone else then you will lose it.' At the time I didn't care and when I got up the next morning I found she had left early and so I didn't dwell on her words. Over the next few weeks, as the incredible ring of teeth marks up and down my shaft and the red ring around the base rendered me almost unable to walk, I thought back to her words and realized the predicament I was in. If I ever touched another girl then would Betty come back and finish what she had started? What if she never came back? Surely she was joking? These thoughts haunted me for months until I met Jess. Betty I've always been attracted to mature women. Even as a young man. Though, to be honest, I can find something to like about most women. In my early teens our family moved to Lauderdale By The Sea, a small town at the North end of Ft. Lauderdale. it's about a mile long and is bordered by the Atlantic Ocean and the Intracoastal Water Way. Our house was about two blocks from the beach. Not a bad way to grow up. In those days we wore cut off jeans for swimming, and mine rarely dried out during the Summer. We were either at the beach or somebody's pool almost every day. This particular Summer I had a girlfriend, sort of. It was the early seventies and terms like "open relationship" were being used. The girl in question, Sarah, didn't like it much, but as far as I was concerned, the fact that she was eager to have sex with me any time I wanted didn't mean I had an obligation. Matter of fact, her family was a lot more interesting than she was. Her Mother and Step Father were two of the most charismatic people I've met to this day. There was a constant social buzz going on at their house. Her family were what Florida natives call "snow birds". They'd migrated to South Florida from Chicago. They had lots of stories about Chicago Winters. I wondered why they'd stayed as long as they had. Sarah's Mom's best friend from Chicago, Betty and her husband had also moved South. They had a condo on the Intracoastal Waterway. The two families got together often. This particular evening it was at Betty's condo, and i was invited along. Betty's husband (his name escapes me) was usually out of town. He probably still had business interests in Chicago. But the result was that Betty was left to her own devices most of the time. She spent her time at the condo in Florida and he supported her. This arrangement probably suited both of them fine since there didn't seem to be much warmth between them when they were together. The events of the evening have mostly faded from memory. There was the usual chatter and tinkling of glasses. But I do remember Betty. She was wearing black slacks which showed off a shapely figure and a white blouse. She always wore her shoulder length blonde hair in a ponytail and this evening was no exception. The reason i remember Betty so well is this. Sarah and I were sitting on the couch when Betty appeared across from us and leaned over the coffee table to clear some glasses. As she did this she looked at me and said that any time I wanted to come over and use the pool or get some sun I was welcome. She lingered long enough for me to take in her impressive cleavage. I also remember Sarah commenting "She likes you". I was eighteen at the time. i didn't have any great understanding of women then, nor has that improved much. But something in my hormonally charged adolescent mind was stirred to take Betty up on her offer. I wrote down her phone number while everyone was saying their goodbyes. During the next few days I thought about Betty and her offer more than once. So the next sunny day that I had at my disposal I dialed her number. The phone rang three times "Hello"? "Hi Betty" I said "This is Bill, Sarah's friend". "Oh, hi Bill" did I note a catch in her voice? "How are you"? "I'm fine" I replied. "It's a nice day. I thought I'd take you on your offer of a swim". "You're certainly welcome" she said. "In fact, I was just thinking about you". "Oh really"? "Yes, I have some things to do around here and I need some help". "It isn't any actual work, is it?" I asked. "No" she laughed. "I'm just rearranging some things and I could use the help of a tall man". I should note here that when I started my tenth year of High School I was 5' 6" tall. At the end of that school year I had grown to 6' 4" tall. Unfortunately, I hadn't gained much weight. My nick name in gym class was "Spider". My Dad noticed I didn't take my shirt off much and asked me if being thin made me self conscious. I admitted it did, and the result was a weight set under the tree for Christmas. At first I was excited about it. But when I realized they were called weights for a reason, the new quickly wore off. Dad would not be deterred. I was to lift according to the brochure that came with the weights, three nights a week, or I would be grounded. I eventually learned to enjoy the benefits of lifting. And while I never became heavily muscled, people stopped calling me spider. "Well, okay" I said. "As long as I get in a swim later". "No problem" again the laugh. "It's just a few things" "All right, I'll be there in a few" "Thanks, I'll see you then". I pulled on my cutoffs and a t-shirt and headed up the street. The short walk to the condo went quickly and soon i was knocking on Betty's door. She answered the door in a pair of white shorts and a hot pink blouse. The effect was dazzling to say the least. The shorts were, well, short. And her blouse was not quite unbuttoned to the point where I could see the top of her bra. I now realize that Betty had purposely chosen a bra that morning that was a size too small. I almost regained my composure in time to keep her from noticing the effect she had on me, but not quite. She had caught me looking. But all she registered was a secret little smile. The smile quickly switched to the one she wore for company. She stepped back and said. "Come on it". As i stepped into the foyer of her condo I noted two more things. She was wearing perfume. Just a hint. Not over powering and just the right amount so that it was more of a suggestion than an out right statement. The second thing I noticed was fresh lipstick. Not too much and expertly applied to accentuate every tantalizing contour of her lips. I confess that long soft kisses are one of my very favorite things. Betty's lips looked like they were perfectly suited for that very thing. This was going to be tough. I'd have to get through the day without making an idiot out of myself. "Can I get you something to drink?" Again there was something in her smile. "I'm going to have a beer." "If you're going to have one, sure". I needed something to take the edge off. Betty padded into the kitchen on bare feet. Her toe nails painted to match those perfect lips. She came back in a minute and handed me a cold Carling Black Label. "Thanks" I said. "You're welcome" from her. Something in her eyes, and that smile again. I took a long pull on the beer. It was ice cold, crisp. "I just have a few things" she said as she headed into the master bedroom. She opened the closet. "I want to clear a few things off the top shelf and put them in the other bedroom closet. Then I have a couple of other things to take care of." Betty got a step stool for me so i could reach items at the back of the shelf. There were just a few boxes, and none of them very heavy. She directed me as to which ones to hand down. Each time I handed her a box I got a spectacular view of her cleavage. Those incredible tits seemed to be wrestling each other to jump out of her bra. She would then turn to put the box down and I'd get a look at the inverted heart shape of her ass. The effect she was having on me was alarming. I was getting an erection, and it wasn't going to be easy to hide in my cutoffs. Particularly since, as usual, I wasn't wearing underwear. I attempted to turn away to hide my steadily thickening cock. But as I did I lost my balance. The next few seconds are a blur. The stool wobbled, Betty grabbed me to keep me from falling, I fell anyway and we both ended up on the floor, me flat on my back with her on top of me. "Bill, are you okay?" she asked. I don't remember what I said, if anything. Like I said, she was on top of me and that was about all I could process . While she had been great to look at, actual contact with her put me into sensory overload. She feigned an attempt to get up, but her movement was more lateral than vertical and only served to tantalize. I remember her saying my name a couple more times, then, I was kissing her. Her lips made good on their promise. They were incredibly soft and electric. She protested a little at first. "Oh Bill, no" but she leaned into each kiss. That incredible body seemed charged with electricity. I went very quickly from semi hard to iron bar rigid. Our mouths were now locked in a continuous dance of lips and tongue. Her hips rolled and her ass undulated under my right hand. She trailed her mound along the length of my stiff cock, removing any lingering doubt as to what she wanted. Then, she shifted to the side and slid off of me saying "Stop, stop a minute". Her eyes stared deeply into mine and her right hand trailed across my chest, down my body and came to rest on my cock. She didn't so much grip it as encircle it. Her fingers cupped under the hem of my shorts and she trailed them along my length. She kissed me lightly a couple of times then climbed up on the bed. As I stood up to join her she was pulling the covers down. She lay back on the pillow with that ponytail trailing across her shoulder and looking me in the eye, her perfectly manicured finger tips worked at the buttons on her blouse. I stripped off my t-shirt and crawled up to her. As I leaned down to kiss her she reached up and pulled me to her. Her kisses were urgent, deep, probing. My right hand cupped her left breast and as i gave it a gentle squeeze she moaned. I could feel her nipple through the lace of her bra. I pushed myself up to my knees above her and undid the last two buttons of her blouse. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra and those incredible tits sprang free. From that point the rest of her clothes came off very quickly. She reached out, tugged at the hem of my cutoffs and said "Let's get rid of these". I stood at the side of the bed and undid my shorts and slid them off my hips. She watched intently as my rigid cock shaft was revealed. The shorts hung on my cock tip for a second and then, as my length sprang free it swung in an arc across my left hip and then back to front to point at her like a divining rod. Her breath caught, and I could see color come to her cheeks. "Oh, it's beautiful" she said, as she reached out to cup my balls with her left hand. The fingers of her right hand caressed the tip of my cock and gently slid down the shaft to close around it. "Give it to me, now" she said as she pulled me closer. She cupped her left breast and trailed the tip of my cock across her nipple. I could feel her taught, distended nipple flick the end of my cock. Her eyes held mine in an expression of wanton lust. Slowly, she lay back on the bed, never letting go of my rigid shaft, and pulled me down on top of her. She guided the tip of my cock to her slit and rubbed it along the length of her pussy. She was extremely wet and my first thrust met with little resistance. I pulled out then trailed my cock head along her slit again and eased back into her quivering wet little pussy again. She kissed me passionately. "It's been a long time for me, Bill". she said. With the first two thrusts I'd gotten about half way in. I pulled out a little and rotated my hips then eased the full length of my cock into her. She gasped, moaned and shuddered all at once. "Jesus! You're going to have to go easy with that thing". I could feel her horny, wet little pussy griping the length of my shaft. She whispered in my ear "I haven't had a man in a long time". Her breath was warm on my ear and neck. "You feel wonderful" she said. I could feel her hips rock underneath me. I lay on top of her, leaning on my right elbow. From this position I could alternate between kissing her and sucking on her right tit and I made the most of it. Her nipples stuck out about half an inch and were incredibly responsive. Her aureolas weren't very large but were covered with little bumps. My hand gripped the underside of her breast and squeezed so that the nipple poked directly at me. I tongued and sucked it greedily and in response, she moaned and writhed underneath me. "Ooohhh, f-f-fuck" she panted. It was the first cursing I'd heard from her. It was an incredible turn on. Her hips gyrated in a motion meant to gobble up as much of my shaft as possible. Her movements were slow, deliberate and powerful. She alternately held her breath and gasped for air. The room was filled with the wet, sloshing noise of wanton sex. I kissed her roughly then went back to her nipple. "Mmmph! oh Jesus!" she said. " Her hips ground and her pussy gobbled. "Fuuuckkk me!" and I certainly was. I was grinding my cock into her with short deep strokes. Her hands flew to my ass and gripped hard, digging her nails into the flesh of my ass. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmeeee!" she screamed. I kept the full length of my body in contact with hers, and just slowly, deliberately pumped her. With each thrust I penetrated her as deeply as possible and held it there, grinding the tip of my cock into the gristle at the bottom of her cunt. She loved it and made sure that I knew it. "God your cock feels good! Unnhh! Uh oooo! You know just how to fuck my pussy!" My cock head found a spot deep in her and her legs shot straight out to the side. No thrusting now. I maintained contact with that spot and just ground. Her thighs quivered and her body shook. "Uh! Ahhhuuh huh, huh, ssshhh! JESUS! I'm cu, cu, cumming!". I jammed my cock into her and held, making sure the tip never left that spot. She held me tight to her as she quivered and quaked through her orgasm. I let her quiver and quake. Let her run her course. She lay under me with her face buried in my neck, her breath coming in ragged gasps, then deeper and more even until it returned to normal. She covered my neck with soft, gentle kisses and her hands caressed my body. "God, I needed that. You can't know how much I needed that" she said. We kissed and caressed and held each other for some time. But I hadn't come yet. And she was still wet. I eased the shaft of my cock out of her and, leaving just the swollen soft tip in her I began gentle thrusting, just at the opening of her soft pussy lips. She kept her bush trimmed but not shaven. The little hairs tickled at the sensitive skin on the end of my prick. It was driving her crazy. Experience told me that now that she had come I could do pretty much anything I wanted. Not that I wanted much. I just wanted to look at her beautiful ass while I fucked her. I pushed myself off her and guided her up on her hands and knees. The view of her ass sticking up in the air is burned into my memory. Her sweet little pussy was framed by the cheeks of her ass. She was looking over shoulder at me. Well, not me precisely. She was looking at my cock as I was lining it up to slide it into her again. I teased her a little more, trailing the wet tip up the inside of one thigh, along her slit and then back down the inside of her other thigh. Her face was flushed. "Put it in, dammit!" The time for teasing was over. The tip of my fuck tool found her opening and I sheathed it in one hard stroke. My thighs smacked into her ass cheeks. "UH!" and then "Uh, ooohh, unnhh, ooo" as I drove my cock into her hard with each stroke. The sounds of fucking filled the room. My thighs smacked her ass with a steady rhythm as I pumped her with the full length of my burning shaft. Her pussy sloshed, slurped and farted with each stroke. Her head was down in the pillows and a steady stream of moans,curses and screams spilled out of her. At one point I thought she was going to chew the corner off the pillow. She alternated between what sounded like crying and cursing like a construction worker. "Fuck me! you big cock motherfucker! Aaiiieeeeee! Oh Jesus! Fuck, Fuck, God yes! Give it to me!" And I definitely was. But I could feel myself building toward the inevitable. She felt so good there was no stopping it. The crescendo of my thrusting started to build. i had no control left. Our bodies slapped together as I pumped her. She moaned and screamed into the pillow, backing into me with every stroke. I felt that familiar tingle and then I was shooting my cum into her. I pumped and held my cock in deep, one spurt, a couple of more thrusts and another spurt and then another. I just held myself against her until my dick quit throbbing and shooting. She could feel that I was spent and she eased down to rest on her belly. All I could do was to slump down on top of her. We were both covered with sweat and out of breath. After a minute or two i slid off her and rolled over on my back. We just lay there, regaining our composure and savoring what had just happened. "Jesus, you fucked the Hell out of me". "Well, if you didn't look so good, things like that wouldn't happen to you." At first she chuckled at this, then began to laugh out loud. I joined in and we laughed together, the laughter easing away any last barriers between us. She leaned over me and kissed me, softly and said "It's going to be a wonderful Summer". And it certainly was. Betty Every man should have a fuck buddy and mine is a fucking beauty. Betty is forty-two with wavy black hair. A little on the chubby side and with a fashion sense that would have made her grandma proud. Never the less she looked alright, most people would have thought of her as being pretty not a glamor but pretty enough. Her best features are her massive tits which, while having lost their perkiness just there sheer size made you want to bury your face in them and go bhurrrrr. Oh and did I mention she was the filthiest piece of shit whore I'd ever come across? I'd picked her up one night a couple of years ago and we'd been fucking ever since. She was dirty the first night I fucked her. Letting me do her in the ass without lube up against the car park wall, and was now letting me do anything I wanted to her. The way Betty liked to be fucked most woman would have considered being raped. She liked to be taken not made love to. She wanted to be held down, her clothes ripped from her body and fucked hard. She liked being choked and slapped. Spitting on her drove her wild. You couldn't be too rough with this chick, it was anything goes. She only had one rule; don't do anything that she'd have to go to the hospital for. As she would say "it's too hard to explain." Her favorite thing was being humiliated and degraded. She wanted to be treated like a piece of meat not as a person, it drove her wild. I'd been over at her place one night and we'd gotten stoned before I fucked her brains out. She crashed on the bed to stoned to move I guessed. Me, well I had the munchies so after I'd found something to eat I parked myself on the couch to watch some TV and give myself some time to straighten up before I headed home. There was nothing on TV so I started rummaging through her videos to find something worth watching. It turns out she was a sci-fi geek and the only thing I could find that didn't sound like star trak was a video with the word daddy on it. What was in the video blew me away, I knew this girl was into anything but the video just blew my mind. It was her I'm guessing about ten years ago strung up in a room with about ten guys who were taking turns beating the shit out of her and fucking her. By beating the shit out of her I mean that's exactly what they were doing. They had whips, belts, ropes, paddles and anything else they could use as a weapon and where just beating her mercilessly with them. She was screaming, crying and begging them to stop but they just laughed and kept beating on her. When they got sick of beating her they'd start fucking her for a while till they got bored with that and went back to beating her. I couldn't imagine fucking her in a more degrading way than what I'd been doing, boy was I wrong. One part that really sticks in my head was one of the guy's sticking his cock deep into her ass, then with one swift action he buries his fist in her ass along with his cock. You could actually see him jerking his cock off inside her asshole. I'd never seen anything like it before in my life. By the time the video had finished my cock was rock solid again. I went into the bedroom to find her sitting up in bed fingering herself. She'd woken while I was watching the video and as she explained later was doing herself to the sounds she could hear herself making on the video. I suppose I couldn't have explained how dirty a whore she was any better than that. She'd made herself cum to the sounds of her getting beaten. I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around so she was on all fours and grabbed my belt from the floor besides me. I folded the belt in half and started beating her. I was hitting her across the ass, not flat out but hard enough for her to know about it. She hadn't flinch, just dropped her head down onto the bed to lift her ass up higher into the air. I had her count the blows as they landed. By the time I'd gotten to thirty I was hitting her as hard as I could and she still wasn't flinching. I stopped at fifty with her ass so read it looked like a tomato. Bruises had started to form and turn slightly purple. The bit that freaked me out was looking down at her cunt only to see it almost reflecting the light, it was that fucking wet. I couldn't fucking believe it. What was I thinking, if listening to herself get beaten got her horny why was I surprised that actually getting beaten would make her wet. I rubbed my hand on her pussy to lube it up, because that fist was going straight up her ass. One finger turned into three fingers and within a couple of minutes my fist was in her ass and I was driving it home like there was no tomorrow. She started moaning and thrusting her hips back to the rhythm, her breathing becoming sallower and sallower with every thrust as she got closer to orgasm. I have to admit that when she came it was amazing. She squeezed so hard that my fist felt like it was about to get crushed, she started trembling uncontrollably before collapsing flat on the bed dragging my fist and me along with it down with her. I gave her a couple of seconds to recover before I dragged her back up onto her knees and started to work my fist around her ass again. My cock was so hard it could have bitten threw steel. I got up onto the bed so I was almost hovering over her and pressed my cock against her asshole. With one push it slid straight into her ass along side my fist. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started jerking off inside her asshole. Man did I whack off hard, I only lasted a couple of minutes before I blew my load deep in her ass but it was long enough for her to come again not as violently as the first time but it still felt great when she squeezed. We both collapsed for a couple of minutes to catch our breath and when I had, I asked her about the video. She was reluctant at first to talk about it but after a couple of slaps across the face she started talking. It turns out she left home when she was eighteen after getting into some trouble. She started doing speed and quickly moved on to selling it to supports herself. When a deal went bad and one of the junkies she was dealing to ripped her off meant she couldn't pay the bikers she'd bought it off. When she couldn't pay they beat the shit out of her before raping her. They gave her another week to come up with the cash and when she couldn't her only option was to do a deal with the bikers. When all you've got to deal with is your big tits and ass you don't exactly have the whip hand in negotiation. One of the bikers covered her debt and her ass now belonged to him. She was passed around from biker to biker and always treated like a piece of meat. After a while you get used to things and they become normal she told me. She was fucked, beaten, humiliated and degraded almost on a daily basis from the age of eighteen till she was thirty five. She was discarded by them when the biker that bought her got locked up in jail. The video was shot a couple of days before he got locked up and was meant as is last hooray. Apparently they went to a secluded farm house and spent a week in a wild drug fueled orgy with her and five other sluts and approximately fifty or so smelly bikers. The video I saw was only a small part of what happened that week. There are more videos which she has and I can't wait to see them. Betty and the Beast Betty was running as fast as she could. Her heart pounding in her eardrums, she could no longer here the shouts and gunfire behind her. Trying to find a safe place to hide, Betty saw a cave ahead. She looked around, trying to find Bruce. He was nowhere to be seen. Panic set in and she didn't know what to do. She knew that Bruce could handle himself, but if he was caught, there was no telling what they would do to him. She stopped and listened for a moment. Suddenly she heard someone running off to her left. "Bruce!" she called out. "Betty?" His voice was stressed and she started to run towards him. When she finally found him he was out of breath and having a hard time keeping himself calm. She knew that if he didn't relax he would start to turn and all hell would break loose. "Bruce, you've got to calm down. Try to breathe." Bruce Banner closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He could feel the ache in his muscles as they were on the verge of expanding. He focused on nothing but his breathing and envisioned he and Betty sitting by a cool, clear lake. The sun setting just as she reached out to kiss him. This was his "happy place". A mental image of where he felt the most at peace. Feeling better he slowly opened his eyes. "Bruce, we've got to get out of here. I saw a cave not too far from here. We can duck inside and hopefully lose them." He exhaled, feeling better. "Ok, lead the way, Betty." He followed the raven-haired beauty to a small opening in a rock wall. They would have to get on their hands and knees to get inside. Betty, wearing a knee-length black skirt grabbed it and tore it up the side so she could more easily maneuver into the small opening. Bruce watched as she got on her knees. He felt himself get a little excited as he saw the white skin of her thigh. Trying to focus, he looked away quickly. He heard movement not far off. Whispering he said, "Betty, we've got company." She quickly crawled into the hole. Before her ass disappeared into the darkness he could see her pantyline through the skirt. His excitement was quickly overcome by fear as he heard voices of soldiers. He got down on his hands and knees and started crawling into the darkness after her. Unable to see his face pushed into her ass. "Sorry," he whispered. She didn't say anything but kept moving forward. He could smell her musky odor. It excited him, but he knew he had to remain calm. He couldn't afford to change, especially not in here. The two crawled along in the dark until Bruce started to see some light ahead. As they neared the source he realized the tunnel they were in led to a cavern. A few narrow cracks in the walls and the ceiling allowed light to seep in, giving them enough illumination to see that they were at a dead end. Betty stood up, dusting herself off. "I think we'll be safe in here." Bruce stood up now as well. "You don't think they'll find us in here?" Betty looked at him, hopeful, "I don't think so. It was a pretty small hole and easy to miss. Besides, we didn't really have much of a choice." The two had been hiking in the mountains when the soldiers came. Betty knew her father was responsible. Ever since Bruce had began changing into that green hulk, their lives had been turned upside down. Bruce listened for any sound of someone following them. He heard nothing. Betty looked at Bruce, apologetic. "I'm sorry, Bruce. My father doesn't understand. All he sees is a weapon he can harness and use." "I'm sure he's worried about his daughter as well..." Betty scoffed at the idea. "I seriously doubt it. He's more worried about his career than about me. Oh he'll pretend to be worried about me, but everything he does always has some ulterior motive to help HIM!" Bruce grasped her hand. "I'm sorry, Betty. I wish you hadn't gotten involved with all of this." "No! Bruce," she said, "what happened to you isn't your fault. I'm here for you! We'll get through this." Betty leaned closer to Bruce and gently kissed him on the lips. "Together," she whispered. Bruce felt himself get excited again. Betty pushed her breasts against him as she pulled him close and kissed him again on the mouth. This time she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Getting turned on Bruce ran his fingers through her jet black hair. He grabbed it and pulled her head back just a little as he softly kissed her neck. Betty moaned in pleasure. She whispered into this ear, "Oh, Bruce...I want you so bad right now..." Bruce knew exactly how she felt. He could feel his cock growing hard as her warm breath gave him chills. "Betty...we...we can't!" She was persistent. She reached down and grabbed his cock. It was hard now and she smiled. "Why not? Are you afraid that you'll change into him?" "Well, yeah! If I get too excited or upset the change is inevitable." "Well maybe that could be kinda fun. I mean, you'd never hurt me, right? Not even as 'him', would you?" Bruce looked at her, unsure of how to respond. "Well, no, I don't think so...but it's just that...I don't have control when I'm 'him'." Betty was horny and was not taking no for an answer. "Maybe we should see if you can control it. Like an experiment." Her hand stroked his hard cock through his trousers. He was getting very excited now and could feel the change coming on. He was burning up now. "Betty, please...I don't want to hurt you!" She kissed him again, hard. "I don't think you will..." she purred in his ear. "But I need you inside of me, Bruce. I need you to fuck me!" That was the last straw. Bruce couldn't hold back. He felt his body burning as his muscles tightened and his body began to change. He tried to fight it, but he knew he couldn't. Betty stepped back to watch, wondering for a second if she had made a mistake. Bruce clenched his teeth as his body underwent the transformation again. His skin tone began to change to a greenish hue as his entire body started to grow. Betty watched intently, trying to keep her distance from him. Bruce was fighting it, but it was useless. Finally, in one last moment of transformation, Bruce's clothes ripped open as The Hulk emerged. Betty just looked at Bruce now. His muscles rippled in the light that shone through the cracks in the cavern and she felt herself get excited all over again. She had sometimes wondered how big his cock would get. She knew it wasn't a very scientific question to ponder, but as a woman, she really wanted to know. "Bruce?" she said softly. The Hulk looked at her. He breathed heavy. Bruce's shirt and pants clung tightly to the massive arms and legs that he now possessed. Betty looked at his crotch. There was a big bulge there under what was left of his jeans. She wanted to see it. To touch it. She walked cautiously over to Bruce's alter ego. She was always able to keep him calm in this state, so she knew there was still a part of Bruce inside. As she neared him she gently touched his hand. The Hulk flinched and pulled away, unsure of what she was doing. "Easy big fella," she cooed. "I'm not going to hurt you." Betty slowly tried again to reach out and touch him. This time he didn't shy away but just watched her intently. Her soft hands touched his green hued flesh. His skin was abnormally warm. As she got closer his breathing began to quicken a bit. She knew he could smell her pussy. She had gotten wet ever since Bruce bumped into her in the tunnel. Being on her hands and knees like that with him behind her excited her then and seeing the huge bulge between this thing's legs made her pussy drip. Slowly she slid her hand up his arm. It was massive. His bicep was nearly as thick as her waist. The Hulk did not move but curiously watched her as she slowly reached up to touch his face. Her soft hands soothed the savage beast within and he stood there almost mesmerized. "It's ok, Bruce," she said softly. He was at least 7 feet tall as The Hulk and so Betty had to step up onto a big rock so she could be eye to eye with him. She leaned forward, looking deep into his eyes, which were now green. She could see the handsome man she had fallen for in grad school, but could not dismiss the animal desire she saw behind those eyes. Bruce's excitement was still apparent as The Hulk moved closer to her. He put an arm around her waist as she kissed him softly on the lips. She wasn't sure what to expect, but he just let her kiss him. Closing his eyes his breathing got heavier. She continued to kiss his lips, gently pushing her tongue inside of his huge mouth. The Hulk's tongue slowly slid into her mouth, nearly gagging her. She pulled back a little as did he. She knew at this point that she was going to try and fuck him. Green beast or not, she had to fuck him now. Her hands slide down over his massive chest and down his rock hard ab muscles. She was getting more and more aroused by this rock hard body. Finally her fingers found the edge of his pants. The Hulk looked at her but did not try to stop her. 'Beauty soothed the beast' she thought. The time had finally come as she slowly unbuttoned his pants. The Hulk looked down as she tried to slide them down over his massive cock. It wasn't going to happen. With one quick move, The Hulk ripped the pants from his body and he stood there, naked from the waist down. Betty looked down at his cock which was rock hard now. She couldn't believe how big it was. She had seen the cocks on the horses at the family farm when she was growing up, and this was pretty much as big if not bigger. Her hand touched the rock hard phallus. It felt like it was on fire. It pulsated as she began to stroke it. She looked up into The Hulk's eyes. They were glossed over as his breathing was even faster and heavier than before. She knew that she had him under her control now. Stepping down off the rock she was almost level with his abs and it didn't take much for her to bend down and put her mouth on the massive cock. She ran her soft lips up the underside of his shaft. She heard him grunt and moan as she did this, but he did not move. Betty took both of her hands and started to stroke his hard cock up and down as she put her mouth on the tip. The Hulk started grunting louder and louder as Betty jerked him off and sucked the head. Her mouth barely fit around the tip of his cock, but she managed to get most of it inside as she sucked it and licked it. Pre-cum now filled her mouth and she tasted the sweet yet salty semen on her tongue. She was beyond excited at this point and she could feel her pussy juices running down the insides of her thighs. The Hulk must have smelled her juices because he reached down and ran his hand up the inside of her thighs. She shuddered and nearly fell to her knees as his giant, warm fingers slide up the insides of her thighs and over her soaking wet panties. The Hulk lifted his fingers to his face and smelled them. She could hear his massive lungs inhaling and then looked up to see him lick his fingers clean. She wanted him so bad now. As she continued stroking him with both hands and kissing, licking and sucking the tip of his cock, The Hulk began to buck his hips. It took everything she had to keep from being flung across the room. Once she regained her footing she stroked him in time with his thrusts. His breathing was rapid and he was grunting loudly, nearly moaning. She knew he was going to come and she couldn't wait. She wanted to see how much cum he had in those giant balls and stroked faster as The Hulk fucked her hands. He put one hand against the cavern wall as he cried out. Suddenly Betty's mouth was full of hot, sticky cum as it shot into her like a garden hose. She swallowed started choking as the thick, white jizz ran down her chin and onto her blouse and skirt, dripping down her exposed legs. The Hulk bellowed out now as he pumped his hot, hard cock into her grip. She felt his cock erupt like a firehose again and again as it sprayed her in the face and across her tits. Her blouse was now soaked in cum and her entire face covered in the while, milky goo. "Oh my God, YES BRUCE!" she called out as he finished his orgasm. The Hulk fell back against the cavern wall, spent from his first orgasm. Cum still oozed out from the tip and Betty lapped it up eagerly, swallowing as much as she could. "Mmmmm...God you taste, good, Bruce..." She was covered nearly head to toe in sticky white cum. There was a puddle of it at her feet on the cavern floor. She took her blouse and bra off, exposing her big, soft breasts. The Hulk watched this and got excited again. He reached out for her and gently squeezed her round tits. She could feel his warm hands and fingers on her soft skin. The cum made her skin damp and she felt him rub it around her tits. He ran his fingers over her stiff nipples. Betty was about to have an orgasm just from that. She saw The Hulk's cock get hard again. She knew he was ready for round two and she was not about to disappoint. Betty slid off her skirt and panties and stood there, naked, cum still running down her thighs. She turned around and leaned over a boulder. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this, but she figured why the hell not. As she stood there, with her ass in the air, she looked over her shoulder at The Hulk. The green monstrosity looked her up and down, curiously. She wasn't sure if he knew what to do, or if animal instincts would just kick in. He reached out and with one of his fingers touched her wet pussy lips. Betty cried out in pleasure, "Mmmmm yessss..." The Hulk pulled his hand back, afraid he had hurt her. Slowly he reached out for her again and gently rubbed a finger up over her pussy lips and her asshole. "Oh fuck yes, Bruce....mmmm..." This time The Hulk didn't pull back, instead he started rubbing his finger hard against her pussy and ass. Betty started grinding hard against the giant fingers, feeling Bruce's hot flesh glide over her pussy lips and asshole. She wanted him so bad at this point. She knew she had to have that giant cock inside of her, no matter what. "Fuck me!" she cried out to him. The Hulk moved closer and then bent down. She felt him sniff her and then a giant warm, wet tongue slide across her pussy and ass. She was in heaven. Like a dog he lapped at her juices, making her more and more wet. She bucked her hips, fucking that thick tongue and started to cum hard. "Oh FUCK YES BRUCE!!!" she moaned out as her pussy flooded. The Hulk, liking the taste and smell of her pussy lapped it up good. He slurped and sucked at her pussy and ass until she was done coming. Breathing heavy, Betty waited for the inevitable. Suddenly, without warning, The Hulk tried to mount her. She felt the huge cock slide against her pussy and ass in one movement. She couldn't believe how enormous it felt. Suddenly Betty got a little scared. What if he ripped her in half with it? What if it was too big and he didn't stop and fucked her to death? She didn't have time to really think it through when suddenly The Hulk pressed his cock against her pussy. It jammed hard against her and she cried out in pain. He stopped. Sensing he had hurt her he pushed his cock into her again, but this time much slower. She felt the giant tip of it slide between her soaking wet pussy lips. She moaned in pleasure and The Hulk knew this sound was a good thing. He pushed a little harder as the girth of his cock stretched her wide. Betty stood her ground and bit her bottom lip as the massive cock pushed into her cunt. She couldn't believe how big it felt. She felt like she was being ripped apart. The Hulk had a hold of her waist now and started to push deeper into her. It felt like a lead pipe burying itself into her body. It felt like it went deeper and deeper, never ending. Just when she didn't think she could take any more, it started to slide back out, then back in suddenly. She cried out in pleasure. The thick cock started thrusting into her faster and faster. Betty stood there taking it all in. The Hulk's giant balls slapped against her clit making her even more horny than before. "OH MY GOD, YES, BRUCE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME YOU DIRTY BEAST!!!" The Hulk was grunting loudly as he instinctively fucked this woman like an animal. She slide up and down on his cock like a ragdoll as he started to lift her up and onto his cock. He held her by the waist now and use her entire body to masturbate with. Betty was in ecstasy. She felt like a whore. A dirty slut being used by this giant animal to please itself. It was a sensation she had never felt before, but loved every second of. The Hulk fucked Betty like that for a long time. She came many, many times. After awhile her pussy was raw and she wasn't sure how she would stop him. As he lifted her up and down on his massive cock Betty reached down and started to rub his balls. The Hulk moaned out in pleasure now and she knew he was going to cum inside of her. After the blow job she gave she wasn't sure if she could take another blast with him inside of her like he was. But at this point there was no turning back and she continued massaging his green balls as he fucked her silly. Then she felt his body tense up and without any other warning she felt a gush of warm liquid shoot into her like a firehose. Hot thick cum shot out of her pussy and ran down The Hulk's cock and balls. The green beast cried out in pleasure as he pumped quart after quart of thick, hot semen into Betty's body. All she could do is take it. The thick cock started to grow softer now and as he pulled it out of her, cum gushed out of her body, running down her legs and onto the cavern floor, mixing with all the other bodily fluids from before. He gently set her down on the boulder. Betty just lied there, unable to move. She looked at the ceiling of the cave and couldn't believe what had just happened. Her pussy was raw, her muscles were sore and she felt completely drained. But she loved it. Never had she experience anything similar. It was addicting. She knew she wanted it like that from now on and would have to make Bruce change everytime. As she lie there thinking about the future she suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Betty?" It was Bruce. He had changed back into himself. She looked up at him. He looked confused and scared. "Did I...Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned. "No Bruce, you didn't. You were amazing...." she said softly. Bruce sat there, dumbfounded. He saw the pools of cum on the floor, unsure of what to make of the situation. He saw Betty lying on the rock, naked, cum dripping out of her pussy. Bruce stood up and walked over to Betty. He bent down and kissed her. She smiled at him, but deep down she wanted the beast. As she looked at him she knew at that moment that she would never be satisfied with Bruce again. She knew that The Hulk was the only thing that could truly satisfy her. Betty longed for that animalistic experience. She would fantasize about Bruce, as The Hulk, fucking her silly with his massive cock. Because of this she knew she could never let her father capture Bruce. She loved him still, but that love was overshadowed by the lust she felt for The Hulk. It made her weak in the knees just thinking about it. From then on, anytime Betty wanted him, she would turn Bruce on and wait for the transformation. Nothing was ever the same again... Betty and the Cop Once upon a time in a small stone age village there lived a woman named Betty Rubble. She was petite, and very pretty. Betty had coal black eyes, and short raven hair, in which she always wore a blue bow. Betty was married. She had married her high school sweetheart Barney. She had always felt that she had a good, if somewhat boring marriage. Barney was a good provider, and treated her well; but sex, when they had any at all, was very dull. They were both virgins when they married. Unfortunately, Barney had little imagination and even less sex drive. In fact, they had had sex in only one way. At night, in bed, missionary style with little or no foreplay. Wilma, Betty's neighbor and best friend, was forever bragging about how good sex was with her husband Fred. Wilma talked about fucking Fred in many different positions, about sucking cock, and having her pussy eaten. Listening to her friend always made Betty's pussy wet, and she would often rush home, after hearing one of Wilma's stories, and finger fuck herself to orgasm. Betty longed to be soundly fucked at least once in her life. Then one day while driving home from her mothers!!! Officer Sean Flarity had been on the force for almost twenty years. He had been married for all but the last year of that. His late wife Jackie had an unfortunate encounter with a hungry dinosaur. Jackie had been a great fuck, Flarity thought to himself as he patrolled an empty stretch of road on his motorcycle. While it's true that sex was not the only thing about his late wife that he missed, it was the thought that was uppermost in his mind at the moment. Flarity was thinking about how Jackie would greet him with a big kiss as soon as he came through the door. Then she would drop to her knees, and suck him to a raging hard-on. As soon as he was hard she would demand to be soundly fucked. A command that he always was happy to obey. God how he missed that. Suddenly there was a crash!! The angry cop could not believe his eyes. The woman behind the wheel was still talking on the cell phone even after she hit him. Trained cop eyes noticed that the driver was no kid, neither was she old. The horny man, who hadn't had any in a long while, noticed how easy she was on the eye. "Wrecking a policeman's motorcycle!!" Flarity shouted, glaring at Betty, "I'm going to through the book at you." All Betty could think about was that this was her second accident in a week, and that Barney was going to kill her. "Please officer, I don't want to go to jail. I'll do anything to make amends," a teary eyed Betty pleaded. Flarity had often fantasized about a pretty female motorist who was ready to offer her body to get out of a ticket, but until now it had always remained a fantasy. "Exactly what," inquired the cop, as her openly ogled her figure, "do you mean by anything?" Fear gave way to excitement as Betty realized that the cop was hinting at sex as a way for her to get off the hook. She had always dreamed about having to bride her way out of trouble by using her body. Now for the first time in her life. The opportunity was here, and she was going to take it. "Anything," Betty replied as she raised the hem of her dress, "absolutely anything that you want." "All right then," returned the obviously exited Sean, "follow me to the police way station. There is no one there now." God, Betty thought to herself as she followed Flarity, I wonder if he will make me suck his cock; I've never done that before. I wonder if I'll like, or if I'll be good at it. Maybe he will make me fuck him doggy style. How did Wilma describe it. Oh yea, she said, "Fred fucks me like a bitch in heat, and I love it." The more Betty thought about what kind of sex the cop might demand, the hotter she became. Betty put her hand between her legs, pushed her dress out of the way, and slid a finger into her already wet pussy. She was sure this was going to be a good afternoon. Flarity decided that riding a bike with a raging hard-on was a real pain in the pecker, but if this babe fucked half as good as she looked, this was going to be a great afternoon. Despite the fact that she had made the first sexual overture, Flarity had the feeling that she was doing something that she was not use to. He decided that his best course of action would be to take charge, and tell Betty exactly what he wanted her to do. Let her know from the beginning that he was the boss, and that she would obey. Betty's practiced finger brought her to a quick orgasm. She hoped that when they arrived at the office Flarity was going to take charge. It would not be cheating, she reasoned, if she was ordered to perform sex acts with this cop. Quietly she prayed that the first thing the cop would do was to order her to her knees and demand that she suck his cock. It took only a few minutes for them to reach the little way station. When they arrived, Sean assured Betty that they would be alone here, and that no one would invade their privacy. The station had very little in it. A table, a couple of chairs, and the one thing that both of them were interested in, a bed. As soon as they were inside the shack, Flarity pulled Betty to him and kissed her full red lips. His tongue forced it's way inside her mouth. Betty stiffened for just an instant, Barney never kissed her like that, but the instant passed, and Betty responded by parting her own lips, and sending he tongue to meet the welcome invader. As Flarity kissed her, his hand found, and release the clasp that held her dress up. With the clasp released, he pushed her dress down to her waist exposing her small firm tits. Betty shuddered as Sean's hands found her sensitive tits. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers gently twisted the hard pebble of her erect nipple. Their hips thrust together and Betty could feel his hard cock press against her body. "On your knees," Sean ordered, as he open his uniform revealing his rock hard cock, "you're gonna suck my cock." Keeping her face expressionless, but smiling inwardly, Betty did as she was told. She dropped to her knees and took Flarity's large cock in both of her tiny hands; she was amazed by how much bigger then Barney's it was. Sean watched in pleasure as Betty's tongue slid out of her mouth and licked all over the head of his cock, then she opened her mouth and took in first the head, then and inch or two, and suddenly her nose was in his pubic hair as his entire cock slid into her hot mouth. The cop was in heaven. This woman could rival his wife as a cock sucker he thought. He looked down at her, and as she sucked she began to play with one of her pretty little titties. Flarity knew he could not hold out much longer, so he pulled Betty to her feet. Betty was a little disappointed. She had really been getting into sucking the cops cock, and was wondering what cum tasted like. Wilma had told her that she like it, so Betty was willing, in fact, wanting to taste it for herself. Sean led Betty to the bed where he gently laid her down. Laying down next to her he began kissing her passionately, and as they kissed his hands began to roam softly over her body. He touched her throat, next, ran his hands along the sides of her breast. Even though he was not yet touching her hot spots, her whole body began to tingle in a way she had never experienced before. Flarity's mouth left hers, and he began to kiss his way down her body. He kissed her throat, and trailed his tongue along her upper chest until he reach her tits. "Yes!" Betty cried, "suck my tits. Barney almost never does, and I just love it." Sean's lips had clamp down on one of her hard nipples, and he was alternating between sucking and gently biting it. In the mean time his hand moved down toward her honey pot. His fingers slid through her thick curly black pubic hair, and found her erect little clit. Flarity twirled her clit between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh officer," Betty moaned loudly, "play with my little love button." Betty loved having her clit tweaked, she had done it to herself many times. If only she could get Barney to do that. Betty sucked in a sharp breath as Flarity slid his middle finger all the way into her sopping wet pussy. "Finger me," she begged, "finger fuck my hot pussy." Betty could not believe what she had just said. She never used words like fuck, or pussy. Still more amazing, she liked using them. and planed on doing it even more. The cop began kissing his way down her body again. Oh my God!! Thought Betty, he's going to eat my pussy. Involuntarily she blurted out, "Yes, yes, eat my pussy, stick your tongue deep inside me." This was the kind of command that the cop enjoyed obeying. He sucked her clit into his mouth, then stabbed his tongue as deeply into her pussy as he could. Perhaps it was because she had never been eaten before. Perhaps it was because she was so turned on, but almost as soon as his tongue entered her pussy she started cumming, and cumming hard. "Oh God yes, I'm cumming" she screamed "office, fuck me now, fuck me hard." Flarity got up from between her legs and immediately slid his large rock hard cock up to the hilt into her hot, wet, cum drenched pussy. Betty was cumming hard again after only a couple of strokes. "FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME HARD." She was screaming, thrashing about, and bucking her hips wildly, as wave after wave of ever increasing pleasure washed over her. The cop, who only had his hand during the past year, held out only a moment longer. "Baby I'm gonna shoot my load," the cop shouted. Betty knew that Barney was sterile. She wanted to take no chances, and she remembered Wilma's words about how good cum tasted, so she said. "No, no, don't cum in my pussy. Please cum in my mouth instead." For Sean this was another fantasy about to be fulfilled. His late wife had been a great fuck, and a talented cock sucker; but she would never let him cum in her mouth, so Sean was quick to obey. "Sweet Jesus," the cop shrieked, "suck my cum lover, eat my jizz." He released a massive load, and Betty did her best to swallow it all down. She loved the taste, and determined that she would be tasting Barney's soon. Betty and Sean knew that they should be feeling guilty, but neither one did. Sean decide to get back into circulation. Seducing motorists was not the way he wanted to go. As for Betty, she was glad the afternoon had happened. It had been great fun, but she loved Barney and was sure, with the right encouragement, that she could spark the right kind of interest in him. If that did not work; there was the fact that Wilma had hinted that Betty should join her and Fred in a threesome. But all that is another story.