1 comments/ 18655 views/ 9 favorites Betty Ch. 01 By: lower Young Molly, 18 years old, wakes up to find herself strapped face down to the back of a horse, her wrists wrapped around its neck and bound together by rope. The horse isn't moving. It just stands there, breathing, occasionally letting out a snort. Somebody else nearby is moving though. "Don't get many thieves 'round here." a feminine voice speaks from somewhere behind her. "Wha..?" groans Molly, lifting her head off the horse's warm neck and trying to get a look around. She is outside, the afternoon sun radiating down onto her back through her rough cotton shirt. In the not-too-far distance, pine trees form a thicket and then a forest. "Caught you tryin' to make off with my horse here." the voice says, followed by the sound of dry pine needles snapping under boots as the unseen person gets closer. Molly tries to shift herself off the horse's back, but her ankles appear to be tied together as well, underneath its belly. "I wasn't gonna.." she protests, turning her head to look to the other side, where the voice came from. The woman is standing by the horse's side, watching her with undecided interest. Molly sees that she is holding a fairly long leather whip coiled in one hand, and her breathing instantly speeds up. The woman notices it and smirks as she extends a hand towards Molly's face. "'Fraid that I'll whip you?" she asks, taking hold of one of Molly's braids and letting the brown hair slip through her fingers. "Please.." shivers Molly, her brown eyes pleading with the dark green ones of the woman. The woman's hand moves on back to touch the girl's shoulder, then slips down her back slowly. "You tried to take my horse." she speaks. "That's gonna count for something." Her hand slides down the young girl's spine, pressing the warm fabric onto her skin. "I was only gonna borrow it." protests Molly anxiously, as the hand reaches the end of her shirt, yet proceeds to slip further back, over the bareness of her lower back. A jolt of unexpected pleasure courses up Molly's spine as the hand firmly runs over and past her coccyx. "M-Ma'm?" she half-whispers. The woman answers sternly: "You go take my horse's back.. I just may take yours." And with that, her hand moves down into the back of the young girl's trousers. A gasp escapes Molly's lips when she feels the woman's fingers dip into the parting of her bottom. "P-Please.." Molly tries again. But her plea continues to be ignored, and the middle two of the woman's fingers run deep between her buttocks, slipping further back, then dipping downward as they reach their destination. "Don't.." groans Molly, as the pair of fingers, slow as honey, locate her sphincter and start to rub lazy circles over it. The muscle contracts reflexively, which marks the first time that Molly sees the woman give a hint of a smile. "Why so tight, honey?" she mocks. Molly squirms to evade the woman's touch, but her bonds give her barely half an inch. The two fingers go on to massage her anus even more intimately as the neighbouring fingertips work to spread the hot flesh of her buttocks further apart. In spite of herself and her situation, Molly feels a buzz of excitement responding from inside her loins. She bites her plump bottom lip in an effort to stop a treacherously soft sigh. For a moment, she dares believe her punishment is over, when the woman's hand slowly moves back up, out of her crack and even out of her trousers. But a second later, both the woman's hands brusquely pull the back part of her trousers down to completely expose her bottom to the sweet warm sunshine. "No! Please.. Don't do this." whimpers Molly weakly, realising she can barely even squeeze her buttocks together in this position. Once again, her pleas fall on deaf ears. "Let's see what you've got back here, you thieving little minx." the woman says, taking a side-step to get a better look at the girl's bottom. She lays her hands on each cheek and, slowly and calmly, spreads them apart. "Oh.." the woman murmurs. "You've got real treasure right here, you do." She admires the girl's small, muscled hole, simultaneously enjoying the feel of her soft buttocks in the palms of her hands. Molly tenses as the hands part her bottom even further before all becomes ominously still for several seconds. Then something hot, wet and soft touches the sensitive rosebud of her sphincter. It rolls and circles over and across, before dancing its way right into the centre, teasing at the pink inside. "Oh!" moans Molly before she can stop herself. She turns her head to see what's going on. To her shock, she realises that the woman has brought her mouth right up into the parting of her bottom, and her tongue is lapping leisurely at her anus. "Ma'm.. Please.." she sighs, before her breath is caught in another gasp, when the woman stiffens the wet tip of her tongue and slowly nudges it inbetween the stricture of her opening, past the tightness of the sphincter and into the less resistant inner part. With that unexpected invasion, Molly's gasp turns back into a sigh. The tongue tip thrusts and flicks at the girl's virginal sphincter, delving into it and tracing its way around the anal muscle. The stimulation almost becomes too much for Molly, but she clenches her buttocks in vain; the woman's hands keep her cheeks firmly separated. A particularly deep thrust of the tongue sends a spark of pleasure from her anal passage up along her spine, then back down again until it fizzes into a small pop of ecstasy in her insides. "Ah.." the youngster moans, her fingers tensing in clenched fists. The two minutes that pass are some of the longest in her hitherto-short life, but to her shamed surprise, they are far from the less pleasant ones. Her breathing has become slightly laboured, and her eyes occasionally glaze over when the woman's tongue laps at a particularly pleasant spot. "Oh my goodness.." she mutters quietly to herself. The woman notices with contentment that the young girl has instinctively dipped her lower back somewhat, blatantly offering up her delectable rear. The girl's muted sighs and moans have not escaped her attention either. With a smile in her eye, the woman kneads the girl's bottom cheeks as she jabs her tongue further inward, touching the inner sphincter. Molly's mouth opens with abject pleasure, sighing out a sweet prayer of abandon. Just then, the tongue departs from her anus, which has blossomed into a small pink opening. The hands also let go of her buttocks, only for one of them to land a hard smack on her right cheek, which sends a tremble through the girl's entire body. "For a thief... you have good taste." says the woman, her breathing also noticeably more laboured. A warm aura of pleasure glows from the young girl's bottom, until Molly hears the woman unfurl the leather whip, and terror abruptly regains the upper hand. "No, please.. No, no, no.." she stammers, squirming in her bonds. She hears the woman laugh sweetly, then feels the tasselled tip of the whip tickle her bottom cheek. "Let's see what more treasure you've got on you." the woman says, uncorking a small bottle of oil with an audible pop. She lets a small amount drip onto her fingers and then sets it down on the ground. Molly is relieved that the whip's tickle has disappeared for now, but still she braces herself when a hand pushes one of her buttocks to the side, exposing her sphincter once again. One, then two fingertips, slippery and warm, insinuate themselves against the small, flexing anal muscle. "Please.." sighs Molly, sounding more like a request than she'd like to admit. The index and middle finger briefly struggle for first access, but it is eventually the middle that first opens up the girl's anus and begins slowly slipping inside. With a look of concentrated enjoyment, the woman eases her middle finger inch by inch through the outer sphincter, then the inner one, penetrating the girl's rectum for the first time. "Oh God.." moans Molly, her body stiffening with trepidation. Knuckle by knuckle, the finger slides deeper into her passage, sensuously stirring and massaging the walls of the 18-year-old's rectum. With her middle finger buried to the hilt in the young girl's bottom, the woman continues to twist and press it around the depths of her heated rectal canal. She sees Molly clench her knees into the horse's sides, obviously tense more with pleasure rather than discomfort. The young girl's whimper when the woman's finger slowly begins inching back out of her anal passage is one of both desire and relief. The latter turns out to be short-lived. As soon as the girl's anus closes at the exit of the woman's middle finger, it immediately is joined by the tip of the index finger, and the sphincter is once again urged into opening up. "Oh.. Oh good God.." Molly sighs breathlessly, feeling the two fingers slowly work their way up into her bottom. "Ahh.. God.. Ahhh..." she moans as her rectal walls clamp down reflexively on the fingers, only to be met with a delicious rippling massaging motion. As far as the ropes allow her, Molly rides her hips slowly to and fro across the horse's back, finally losing herself in the unsuspected erotic pleasure emanating from her rear. Just when she feels she is about to hit a peak, the oily fingers begin to retreat again, pulling back halfway out of her sphincter with an obscene sucking sound. Molly subconsciously tilts her bottom up in an effort to urge the fingers back inside. The woman smiles with delight at the sight of the plump buttocks rising to capture more of her fingers, and she responds in due kind, twisting both fingers deeply back into the girl's rectum and continuing the perverse massage of her inner walls. "Lord, yes.." sighs Molly, her eyes half closed, her lips parted with hapless lust. Her pumping heart attempts to keep rhythm with the fingers that work and squirm their way sensuously inside her rear end. The woman's tongue is pressed up against her top lip as she focusses her efforts, pushing her fingers as deeply in the girl's anal canal as they can reach, exploring every millimetre of the sensitive rectal walls. Sometimes, she spreads them out in a scissoring motion to further excite the surrounding tissues, followed by the two joining together again in a steady pumping and twisting motion. This way, the woman's long slippery fingers excite the young girl's rectal channel with a delicious corkscrew effect. A shudder runs through Molly's body, and the woman can see that she is close to reaching her climax. Skillfully, she relents her stimulating fingers and gradually slips them out of the girl's anus altogether. She is delightfully certain that she hears a whimper of disappointment. Either way, the light throbbing of the girl's anal sphincter has already told her enough. Wetting her lips, she bends down to pick up the bottle of oil. Uncoiling the whip in her other hand, she lets a generous amount drip over the length of its leather surface. Molly is thoroughly out of breath, yet she feels like she still ought to beg. Just when she thinks she can find the words, she can feel fingertips around her sphincter, carefully exposing it and opening it up. Then, a light brush and tickle of something very thin slipping through the pink muscle. The woman meticulously slips the tip of the whip into young Molly's anal passage, the tassel pushing its way through the inner sphincter and into the rectum. "Oooohh.." moans Molly, feeling the oiled leather whip pass inch by inch through her opening. Its thickness increases steadily, and the woman is showing no signs of stopping the strange intrusion. Deep inside, the tasselled end is pushed to the end of her rectal chamber, and with the next push, it slips around the bend, snaking up into the girl's colon. Molly's body trembles throughout, as the thickening leather cord keeps getting fed into her bottom. The part passing through her sphincter is already half an inch thick, and the woman watches with erotic fascination how the girl's anal opening progressively dilates. "Please.. It's too much.." groans Molly, feeling the tip of the whip being pushed up into her intestine. "Is it now?" the woman replies, beginning a slow thrust back and forth with two inches of the whip. This makes the girl moan as her sphincter throbs with pleasure. Then the woman continues sliding more of the leather cord up into her rectum, carefully adjusting it so that the far end smoothly goes around the bend and up her colon. "Well done, honey." the woman tells her. "D'you know you've got a whole foot long of my whip up inside you now?" She rotates the long leather whip slightly to the left and to the right, making young Molly gasp with the feeling of fullness in her sphincter and rectal passage. Watching the girl squirm and struggle between shame and surrender reminds her of her own days as a young girl. Betty Ch. 02 It had been three days since Betty's encounter with Bill. The events of their meeting had been on her mind a lot since then. Almost constantly, in fact. And that was her problem. Admitting to herself that she, a married woman, had deliberately seduced one of the neighborhood boys caused the blood to rush to her cheeks. But what caused her even more consternation was that her cheeks weren't the only place the blood rushed to. If she allowed herself to dwell on the details of that afternoon, her nipples stiffened and her panties turned into a swamp. She'd been a very horny woman before she'd seduced Bill. And afterwards her horny little twat had been very satisfied. The trouble was that feeling hadn't lasted nearly long enough. When Betty woke up the next morning her sweet little pussy was very sore. Even though they'd only had sex one time, Bill had a very large, heavily veined cock and he'd pumped her with it for a solid 45 minutes, something she'd never experienced before. Her husband, when he was still having sex with her, never lasted for longer than 3 minutes and she had never had an orgasm with him. Now, however, the soreness had left and it was replaced by an ache down deep in her belly. Betty needed more fucking. Lots more fucking. The vision of first seeing his cock as it sprang from his shorts loomed into her minds eye. It had swung across his hip then centered, pointing directly at her. Her mouth watered as her lips parted. What a beautiful cock it was; red, angry and needing Betty to appease it's atavistic fury. After a long abstinence she had been only too happy to offer up her hungry little pussy for sacrifice to his fleshy monolith. But when she first wrapped her hand around it the heft and girth of Bill's cock filled her with doubt and a little fear. How would she be able to accommodate this gorgeously rigid shaft without being split in two? Yet her own aching need had been so compelling that she had guided that fantastic tool between her legs of her own volition. She recalled with vivid clarity the sensation of first feeling the distended, glistening purple orb of Bill's cock tip as it parted the lips of her wanton little pussy. Her cuntal lips had devoured with relish every heavily veined inch of his shaft; tingled with joy as she'd stretched further for him than any man ever. She eagerly met him thrust for........Damnit! She was doing it again! Betty stirred from her reverie to find herself with one hand between her legs and the other cupping a tit. The whole incident had been JoAnne's doing anyway. JoAnne was Sarah's Mother. She'd divorced her husband in Chicago and Moved to Lauderdale By The Sea with her three daughters. Alimony and child support allowed her to live a life of ease which she took full advantage of. Freed of the social constraints that being a banker's wife imposed on her she launched herself and her daughters into a Bohemian lifestyle. JoAnne routinely had a boyfriend a decade or more her junior though none seemed to last long. And she had no problem with her daughters having over night visitors. This resulted in her laying in bed many nights listening to Bill fuck her eldest, Sarah, to a fair the well in the room next to hers. She took great delight in this and shared such details as she was able to glean from Sarah with her best friend, Betty. In fact, only two things kept her from taking Bill for herself, her daughters' connection with him, and the fact that he was only eighteen. Bill's youth made him inexperienced. So JoAnne's overt friendliness only registered on him as just that. He couldn't know that many nights, while he was treating Sarah to another merciless fucking, her Mother lay in her bed naked, the sheets flung off her in the hot Florida night, fingering herself to orgasm as she dreamed of him leaving Sarah asleep and coming to her room. He had no idea that if he'd decided on such an adventure, he'd have met with little resistance. Betty dialed Joanne's number. She would, of course, have to file a full report of her tryst with Bill. JoAnne answered "Hello" and the first words from Betty were "You fucking bitch". JoAnne, more amused than shocked said "Why Betty, such language". "Humph, and who are you to talk" from Betty. "Anyway, it happened and you've ruined my life". "What happened"? "Well, Sarah's friend, Bill called me a couple of days ago. Asked if he could come over for a swim". JoAnne was all ears. "Oh, and did he enjoy his swim?" "Well, we never made it down to the pool." "Really?. A long pause from JoAnne. "Betty, you didn't!" "I did." Betty exhaled. "Yes, I sure did. And you were right Jo. He's hung like a stud pony and he knows just what to do with it." "Oh my God, Betty!" As impact of this news washed over JoAnne she was flushed with a need to know every detail and a great deal of envy. "How did it happen?" Betty launched into a luridly detailed account of how she had contrived a need to move boxes off the shelf in her bedroom. How each time Bill reached for another box she was able to look up the leg of his cutoffs to see his cock from her position down on the floor. JoAnne listened intently as Betty told of her judiciously selected clothes that were both tight and revealing. The bra, a cup size too small, so that her ample breasts filled it to over flowing. Shorts so tight and short she could barely get into them and wouldn't dare wear them in public. "Betty, you little whore" "You know how long it's been for me, JoAnne. When I looked up and saw that slab of meat peeking out the leg of his shorts, I almost passed out." "Is it that big?" "Huge, JoAnne. Huge. I was so tender the next day is was uncomfortable to sit down." "So, how did you get him to make a move?" "Every time he handed me a box I tucked my elbows in as I reached for it. He couldn't take his eyes off my boobs. He got harder each time he passed me a box." "So?" "I couldn't stand it anymore. As he reached for another box, I bumped the stool he was standing on and he lost his balance. When he fell I made sure to fall on top of him. From there it was all down hill." "Most guys that age come right away." "Not him, Jo. The kid's got a real talent. That's part of the reason for my call. That slab of meat hanging on him is all I can think about. I want him again but I don't think he's going to make the next move and I don't have his number." "Well, I have it right here. Ready to write?" ***** Betty dialed Bill's number. "Hello." His voice husky from sleep. "Hi Bill. I'm sorry to wake you." "OH, hi Betty. It's okay. I need to get up anyway." He yawned and stretched. "So, what's up?" "I thought that maybe if you weren't busy today you might like to come over." "So, you have some more boxes to move?" "No, you little smart ass, I don't have any more boxes to move. And don't get smug with me. You had as good a time as I did." "I certainly did, Betty. I certainly did." "Then why did you make me call you?" "Well....I, uh" "Never mind. Just come over. And hurry up. You already made me wait three days." As he hurried through his shower, Bill reflected on his good fortune. He hadn't called Betty because he thought that their having sex had been some sort of accident. He'd no idea that she'd planned for it to happen. As his mind recalled the events of that day, his cock began to stiffen. With an effort he pushed those thoughts away and finished getting ready. The short walk to Betty's condo went quickly. But it was made more difficult by a very persistent semi erection. No matter how much he sublimated, he was very shortly going to be screwing a very attractive woman. At his age that prospect was enough. Pool side at the condo, he was rinsing the street off his bare feet when he heard a woman's voice behind him. "Hello" the voice said. As Bill turned to see who was speaking to him he was greeted by petite, attractive and slightly drunk little blonde. "I'm Beverly. I'm with the board." she said, as if he was supposed to know what the "board" was and be impressed by it. Bill gave her his best smile and said "I'm Bill. I'm here to see a friend of mine." Beverly was no more that 5'1' and maybe 105 pounds soaking wet, which she was, except for perfectly coifed hair which was rolled up in a twist at the back of her head. She had a plastic tumbler in her left hand that had brightly colored tropical fish on it. Both Beverly and the tumbler smelled faintly of alcohol. The tumbler was almost empty. "May I ask who your friend is?" Beverly inquired as she rearranged her bikini. She had a disarming manner about her that was charming, distracting. "Oh, Betty...uh she's in..." "Yes, Betty" she broke in, still arranging that bikini "We live on the same floor. Why don't I ride up with you? I need to freshen up." It wasn't clear whether she was referring to her cocktail, herself or both. "Sure" Bill said. He noted two very cute little dimples just above the bikini that contained her tiny, taught little ass as they headed to the elevator. On the elevator Beverly pressed the appropriate floor and said "Are you good friends with Betty?" as she took a sip of her drink. Her manner was teasing, provocative. "Well, I guess so. She had me up a few days ago to help her with some things." "Umm, and I bet you were a lot of help." Again that teasing smile. Bill just shrugged. "And are you going to help her some more today?" still arranging that bikini she moved closer to Bill. "My place is at the other end of the building." she pursed her lips "Maybe you could come over and help me some time." The elevator was incredibly slow. Beverly's proximity and flirtatiousness were increasing his arousal. They were definitely having a moment. She pressed her palm to his chest. The moment was about to turn into a kiss when the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Betty stood at the elevator door. She smiled cooly at the two of them, so close together. She fixed her icy smile on them. "Hello Bill, Beverly. Bill, I saw you walk up and I thought I'd meet you. Looks like it's a good thing I did." Beverly, arranging her bikini, fixed Betty with an equally frosty smile and said "Oh, Betty. Hi. I was just making sure Bill didn't get lost." "Yes, I can see that, Beverly. Thank you." Betty didn't seem thankful at all. Beverly exited the elevator and said "It was nice to meet you Bill." "Nice to meet you too Beverly." Betty fixed Bill with a look of bemused disapproval. "Come on." was all she said. Bill stammered "I..uh. She.." "Oh, shut up." she said. " I was watching from my balcony. I saw her latch on to you down at the pool." Once inside, Betty turned on him. "Did you or did you not enjoy having sex with me?" "Oh, yes. Of course. My God, you're incredible" She softened. Smiled. "Well, in the future, don't make me wait so long in between." She led Bill into the living room. Leaned up and kissed him, softly a couple of times and said "I couldn't help but notice that you have a problem." "What?" She eased her hand down to his still semi erect cock. "Apparently you missed me too. Or is this for Beverly?" "No" he kissed her. "Not Beverly." another kiss. "You, definitely you." "Well, let me take care of it for you." Betty popped the button on his shorts and eased down the zipper. Caressing his increasingly stiff prick, she went to her knees as she slid down his cutoffs. Bill's cock sprang free and his cutoffs hit the floor. He kicked them away. He was only half hard. But the sight of his fat prick had a dramatic effect on Betty. Her cheeks turned pink and a look of wanton lust washed over her. Cupping his balls with her left hand, gripping his shaft with her right she rubbed Bill's cock all over her face. "God! This is all I've been able to think about for days." She kissed her way up one side of his thickening shaft to the tip then greedily sucked the first couple of inches of into her hungry mouth. Bill had never had a woman suck his cock. He didn't know what to think. The fact that Betty seemed to be enjoying it so much had him bewildered. His only thought was 'why would she want to do that when she could have it in her pussy'. But Betty was on a mission. One of the things she'd fantasized about the last three days was seeing Bill's big fat cock shoot it's load. And she wanted it right on her tits. To that end she unbuttoned the front of her dress and let her unfettered tits swing free. Her right hand continued to stroke his rigid cock as she sucked. Her left hand moved down and she began to knead her tit. She pinched her nipple so hard it looked to Bill like it must have hurt. Betty moaned. Her head bobbed, slowly at first, as she began giving Bill his first blow job. She began with light pressure and just her lips. Kissing, sucking lightly, she didn't take long to get him fully errect. Then she began to suck him off in earnest. Betty loved the sensation of having a cock in her mouth and Bill's cock was particularly sensational. There was no way she was going to be able to deep throat him. But she knew from experience that it wouldn't be necessary. Her soft lips and talented tongue would be more than enough. She increased suction. Not too much. That could be uncomfortable. And began working on the tip of his cock with her tongue. She concentrated her tonguing on his slit and the under side of his knob. Bill was soon making the right noises. "Oh, Oh Betty. God, you don't know how it feels! His hips bucked uncontrolably as Betty pressed her tongue to the tip of Bill's cock and rocked her head from side to side. She increased jacking speed. She could feel him thickening. She knew he was close. Her mouth slurped loudly as she pulled off Bills burning length. "Come for me Baby. I know your balls have a huge load in them. I can feel it. She let go of his balls to cradle both of her incredible tits with her left arm and jacked Bill's fat cock with her right. "Come on my tits! Now! I need to see it shoot!" Betty dove back on Bill's cock head in a frenzy. She applied just the right amount of suction as she flicked her tongue over his cock slit. And that did the trick. "Oh, Jesus Betty! God! You're going to make me...Uh..Uh.." Betty yanked Bills prick out of her mouth with a loud slurp and pointed the head at her incredible boobs. She continued to jack him, focusing on keeping a tight ring with her thumb and fore finger, right below his glans. "UUUUuuuuugggghhh here it comes! Jesus! Oh! Fuck! Yeah! The first shot basted Betty's left tit right at the cleavage. She quickly swung Bills cock over to her right tit and took another spurt there. Oh God Betty! Oh God Betty! Was all Bill could say, over and over. When he was finally spent she wiped the end of his dripping tool all over both of her distended nipples. "Oh Bill, that was beautiful." Betty was gazing at her incredible, golden, velvety, jizz spattered tits as if Bill had just given her the best present of her life. She rose to her feet and pulled him down for a soft kiss. "Thank you, baby." she said. "Now let's get cleaned up for lunch." Still cradling her boobs, she headed for the master bath. Bill, still dumbfounded at her behavior, followed. Betty pulled open the glass door to the stall shower and started warming it up. She looked over her shoulder and saw Bill eyeing the kidney shaped Jacuzzi tub. "That will be fun later." He smiled and ran his had along the smooth muscles in her back, up to her shoulder. He leaned in to smell her hair. It was intoxicating. He wanted to taste her, touch her, feel her in his arms. He left a trail of small kisses along her shoulder, to her neck, and buried his face there. Kissing and nuzzling her neck he said, "You're incredible." "Umm." was her response. She arched her back and the electric skin of her beautiful ass brushed his reemerging tool. She could feel him growing hard again and said "You're going to ruin me." "Isn't that my job?" was his response. "Yes." she hissed "Yes it is your job. Please ruin me." His cock stiffened now, quickly. Betty swayed her hips side to side, rubbing that big fuck tool across the crack of her ass and bringing him to full erection in the process. He bent his stiff tool down and slid it between her legs. Thrusting back and forth he let her feel his length glide along the lips of her pussy. She pressed her legs together, gripping him tightly. The tip of his cock stuck out past her mons in the front. She raked her finger nails across it and gyrated her hips. Bill bucked against her. "Oh, that amazing! Where did you......" She released him, tilted her hips to present her pussy to him and reached between her legs to grab his prick. "I want you, lover." she husked. Her hands were braced on the shower door. Steam boiled from the shower head. Bill had never felt this kind of passion in a woman. The girls he'd been with couldn't compare to this woman in full bloom. Her perfectly manicured finger tips grasped the end of his purple tipped cock and guided it along her slit. She was very wet. His cock head entered the folds of her pussy with ease. Hands on her hips, he slowly, deliberately eased his burning fuck tool into her quivering little pussy. Bill eased his cock all the way back out and teased the head along her slit. Betty looked over shoulder and said "None of that. Right now I need to be fucked. Hard. I've been aching for that dick for three days. Now give it to me!" No more prompting was needed. Bill shoved his fat dick into her pussy hard and she exhaled like she had been punched in the stomach. She was too much. He was sheathed to the hilt and the golden globes of her ass pressing into his hips felt incredible. Betty pushed her hips into him, gobbling up as much of him as she could then began to rock back and forth, setting up a rhythm. "Give it to me, baby." she said, almost in a whisper. "Fuck my little pussy." "You want to be fucked?" "Yes, please fuck me." Betty bucked her hips to increase the rhythm as Bill held onto her and pumped as hard as he could. His thrusts were so violent that she was having a hard time keeping her balance and moved her grip to the edge of the counter. "FUCK ME!" she said. "Oh Hell Yes!" said Bill. She was soaking wet and her twat slurped and gurgled with each thrust of Bill's enormous tool. "Oooo. Oooo. Oooo. Bill! Jesus! Oooo. God! Fuck me with that big fat dick!" He could feel the walls of her cunt gripping his shaft like the fingers of a hand. But grip as she might her little pussy couldn't restrain him. Not that she wanted too. She was getting exactly what she wanted. A hard deep fucking from the cock of her dreams. She was sending him over the edge. It wasn't just that Betty had a wonderful pussy, and she certainly did. But watching it gobble up his entire length was an amazing turn on. Even more of a turn on was that Betty wanted his cock right where it was. Maybe even more than he did. Betty was close too. Bill's big prick was rubbing all the right places in her hungry little twat. She could feel him thicken and grow. His breath coming in gasps. She knew he was close to giving her the hot load of cum she needed. The fact that his cock head was bouncing off her cervix and that thought were all she needed to send her over the edge. "Biiilll, Oooo Biiillll. Goooddd IIII'mmm Commmiiinnnggg!" she sobbed. Bill buried his cock in her. He could feel his orgasm rush down the length of his cock, unstoppable as a freight train. With his first volley, Betty's right hand shot back and she dug her finger nails into his ass, holding him into her. She ground her hips into his, taking as much of his length as she could get. Betty's hips quaked as she shuddered through an intense orgasm. Her grip on Bill's ass made sure that she felt every spurt of his cum bathing her ovaries. Betty Ch. 02 She, Betty Watson, had been eighteen when one day, her parents had left her alone at the lush mansion they called home. The two young black maids, both of them about the same age as herself, had always eyed her in a way she couldn't quite figure out. On that hot afternoon, she finally did. The maids were both gorgeous and slender, their breasts perky and seductive, their bottoms lush and inviting. Betty got to know them as such when she found them on her parents' bed, naked and locked in a sideways 69 position, their tongues teasing and licking each other's most intimate parts. The youngest was called Dalila, 18 years old. The other maid was a year older and her name was Zalika. They looked a lot alike to Betty's eyes. Until that day, she had always thought of them as sisters. Or perhaps she still does. They caught sight of her standing by the open door, and they smiled and called her over. She wasn't sure why she didn't run. She definitely wasn't sure why she shyly walked over to the bed and let herself be pulled into their arms. Three minutes later, her white blouse had become unbuttoned and she had a black girl's lips around each of her young, pink nipples. Five minutes later, they were kissing her stomach and sides and her hips, as they pulled down her stockings. Seven minutes later, she was lying back on the bed with her thighs spread, two tongues taking turns wriggling around her budding clitoris. They would also dart down to probe at her vaginal opening, their lips suckling on her soft labia. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning. But after the thirteenth minute, when the maids made her lie on her stomach and their long fingers spread her bottom, she moaned when they licked slowly up and down between her parted buttocks. Betty had stopped counting time around then. She remembers the maids putting her bottom up in the air, while they sat on each side of her. She remembers their fingers spreading her rear further and their tongues licking at her hole, sometimes both at once. She remembers how their fingertips kept spreading it, and how they kept licking deeper into the opening, until she let out a yelp and experienced what she later identified as her first anal orgasm. They helped her bathe then, dazed as she was, and helped her back in her clothes well before the parents came back home. It never happened again. Although she did catch them touching one another several more times. One time, she spotted them in a quiet corridor, only two doors away from the lounge, where her parents were receiving guests. Dalila was pressed up against the wall, facing it, while Zalika knelt behind her, pulled her cotton panties down and spent a long time licking her bottom. Zalika's hands parted the younger maid's cheeks, who was already panting with excitement. Fingertips of both her hands gathered in the middle, encircling the small muscle, and carefully splayed it, further exposing Dalila's anal opening, allowing the pink tongue to explore it even more intimately. Young Betty watched from around the corner, nervously keeping half an eye on the doors, for fear of getting caught. And even for fear of the maids interrupting their play, which captivated her so. Several times again, Zalika applied her fingers to Dalila's budding sphincter, spreading it further and bringing the sensitive pink to the forefront, like helping a small flower into blossoming. The youngest maid gasped as the tongue licked slowly around and inside her exposed opening, paying special attention to the inside of the sphincter, the wet tip nudging and teasing that area until she sighed with pleasure. Dalila had to put a hand to her mouth in order to silence herself. Zalika smiled, speared the tip of her tongue and sent it far up into the smooth anal muscle. Slowly and sensuously snaking the tongue to and fro, rotating it along the walls of the sphincter, she brought the stimulation of the younger girl's anus to a fever pitch. Bit by bit, the fingertips on the outer rims of Dalila's little muscle continued ushering the flesh further outward. Zalika's tongue probed deeply into the anal opening, diddling the wet tip up, down, left and right against the sensitive inner membrane. Dalila gasped as her chest went limp against the wall. A shiver of pleasure ran up her legs, while Zalika slowly swirled her tongue around, merely pausing to lick the tip up and down in the narrower back end of the anal passage, flicking across all the sensitive sides. Betty was startled by the sound of a chair shifting in the other room, but though she kept her panicked eyes fixed on the door for tense moments, nobody opened it. Warily, she turned to look back to the maids. Dalila panted as quietly as she could muster, letting the elder maid's tongue swirl away at the deep of her sphincter. The young black maid's lips remained parted, her eyes almost closed with breathless ecstacy. Zalika let her long, agile tongue probe the most sensitive parts of the anal membrane, teasing the fleshy walls with the tip by flicking it up and down. A soft restrained moan escaped from Dalila's lips while the tongue tip diddled away at the inside of her asshole. Eventually, Zalika wetted her forefinger and began rubbing Dalila's sphincter with it, steadily pressing inward, until the small muscle gave way and the fingertip probed its way in deeper. The beautiful negro girl stifled a moan as she stuck out her bottom a little further and let Zalika's long finger delve inside. Her full lips parted in ecstacy and she caressed her titties with one hand as the fingertip traced slowly and deliciously around her rectal walls. From her corner, Betty was imagining Zalika's finger sliding into her own bottom. And she dreamt she had the courage to join the two of them, right there and then. Zalika continued exploring Dalila's bottom, rubbing her fingertip up against different zones of the rectal lining, top and bottom, left and right, in order to see which provoked the most noticeable reaction. For a while, she swirled her finger around the channel, which made Dalila moan softly. The wiggling finger in her bottom seemed to be everywhere at once, stroking all sides of the rectal sheath. Dalila's own fingers had slipped between her legs and urgently rubbed herself there, while she steadied herself against the wall with her other hand. Zalika slowly and deeply pumped her finger in and out of the younger maid's anus, steadily circling, twirling and curling it around. She bit her lower lip in concentration, her eyes fixed on the dark brown buttocks in front of her. Betty kept watching and saw a second finger enter Dalila's backside. It didn't take long then till the youngest maid trembled and started having short, sharp spasms. Zalika's fingers went deep into the girl's bowel and slowed their actions down to a sensuous stirring, while the rectal walls reflexively tightened themselves around them. She carefully stood up, still rotating her two fingers very slowly and very deeply, and kissed the panting younger girl's neck. Almost inaudibly, soft, wet sucking sounds accompanied the sensuously massaging fingers in Dalila's rectal sheath. The steady gyrating motion had almost slowed down to a full stop by now. Zalika licked the back of Dalila's neck in time with her two fingers' last rotations, slow as molasses. Eventually, the fingers slipped out of Dalila's twitching anal opening, and the flushed young maid turned around to face Zalika. The two embraced and kissed each other deeply. Curious young Betty realised that her own panties had become wet, without her even having touched herself. Also, she was sure that Dalila had caught a glimpse of her when she had turned away from the wall. So she rushed up to her room, locked the door and found herself aching to be touched by someone, something, anything. She lay back on her bed, lifted her panties over her legs and played with her vagina. It only took her about a minute to reach her climax. She kept longing for the maids to come for her. She dreamt they'd enter her room at night. They would find her naked under the bedsheets, spread her young legs wide and let their amazing tongues loose on both her entrances. Betty Ch. 02 They were spent, exhausted and drenched with sweat. Betty leaned on the vanity, head down, trying to catch her breath. Bill remained deep in her cunt. Steadying himself by holding onto her hips, he savored the sensation of his flagging member, drenched in the soup of their mutual cum. Wordlessly, they got into the hot shower. Lovingly, with gentle caresses, they soaped wash cloths and washed each other, frequently punctuating the washing with lingering kisses. Toweled dry they headed to the kitchen, but didn't make it. Betty collapsed on the bed. "I need to lie down for a minute." Bill peeled back the blanket and top sheet and climbed in bed. Betty crawled up to join him. They kissed, spooned together and fell asleep. Betty Ch. 03 Once, she found the two maids in the barn with the stableboy. The stableboy, a handsome young man in his early twenties, was nude and lying back in the hay, moaning with pleasure, his thighs slightly spread and his knees drawn up. The maids were partially undressed and were lying between the stableboy's legs. Each of them had their fingertips on a side of his pink anal muscle, gently spreading it while their tongues took turns flicking over it. "Ahhh.. God, yeah.. Ooh.." the young man moaned, straining to keep his thighs up and apart, anxious not to miss a single twirl of the darting tongues at his entrance. Zalika and Dalila took a moment to kiss each other's lips and lick each other's tongues, while they kept the stableboy's sphincter eager and waiting. "Please.." he sighed, his bottom hole glowing with erotic pleasure. The girls ended their kiss and smiled to each other and turned their eyes back to the young man's splayed buttocks. Good fortune saw to it that the girls aligned their faces just so that both their tongues licked at the stableboy's sphincter at once. This made his erection twitch as he moaned with pleasure. Zalika's fingertips inched closer to the small slit in the centre of his pink wrinkled rosebud and carefully spread it open, exposing the deeper pink inside. He groaned with anticipation, then gasped as the tips of wet girl tongues flicked at his naked hole. "Aww.. Oh God.." he moaned, feeling the fingertips re-align and spread his hole open in different ways. He tilted his head back, as moans kept steadily escaping his lips. The girls sighed with enjoyment, now taking turns licking the man's anal opening. His hips slowly gyrated up to meet the delicious attentions to his bottom. Zalika watched the tip of Dalila's tongue dance across the stableboy's sphincter, tracing the sensitive rim before dipping slightly inward. The younger maid wiggled her tongue inside the small muscle, then pulled out again, inviting Zalika to do what she does best: open up. Zalika's fingers skillfully spread the stableboy's anal lips, which made him gasp with anticipation. The fingertips closed in further and pulled, opening up his sphincter muscle, exposing more of the pink flesh inside it. Dalila watched with erotic fascination as the man's smooth anal muscle blossomed before her eyes. She slowly brought her mouth down to it, extended her tongue, and touched it with the wet tip. Zalika's manipulations continued bringing the fleshy inside of the sphincter to the surface, so that the tip of Dalila's talented tongue could tease the anal membrane. The youngest maid planted small, soft licks along the tender flesh, then flicked the tip up and down inside the anal opening before swirling it in slow, little circles along the inner rim. Slowly but certainly, she reached deeper inside, Zalika's fingertips progressively splaying the man's hole open further. Dalila's wet tongue tip slowly licked its way into the sphinctorial tunnel, probing and teasing the various sides of the fleshy passage. The stableboy lay back, his entire being focussed on the agile tongue investigating his hole. His cock lay hard on his stomach, occasionally stirring slightly. If he touched it now, he was sure he would spill his seed on the spot. Zalika watched how Dalila opened her mouth in order to stick more of her tongue into the stableboy's anus. The youngest maid licked upwards with the tip, touching the inner wall of the sphincter. It's a spot that she liked getting touched herself, and she was hoping that the young man would like it too. A breathless moan was the young man's answer. The tongue tip probed at his sensitive anal lining, sending a shiver up his spine. Then, Dalila aimed her tongue down, so the tip could now tease the opposite end of the membrane. "Oh you little devil.." the young man moaned. She advanced a little deeper inward, touching the tip to new areas, enticing the depth of his sphinctorial channel with gentle, seductive licks, which made him sigh in ecstacy. Yet further inward, the tongue licked, slowly swirling in circles, the curious tip deeply probing at the soft pink flesh. Zalika watched the visible part of her friend's tongue flex continuously, stirring the first inch of it around in the stableboy's anal passage. With a sigh, Dalila released the young man's hole from her tongue, allowing Zalika to take over. The older maid admired the twitching, pink opening for a few seconds. Then she brought her lips towards it. Zalika's tongue was long, thick and wet, and reached deep inside the stableboy's pink hole, coating the anal membranes with her saliva. "Oh shoot.." he hissed, waves of pleasure rippling through his ass. Thrusting far into his anal canal, the thick tongue probed at the sensitive walls, sliding deliciously to and fro within the sphincter. After a few more minutes of letting the girls' tongues explore his hole, the young man became hungry for a more thorough kind of penetration. So he had each of them slide a long finger slowly in and out of his anus. The girls were neatly coordinated with each other: as one finger drew back, the other pushed inside. The stableboy stroked his erect cock with one hand, occasionally giving them instructions. "Deeper." he would sigh. And the maids' fingers went deeper. "Slower." he would groan. And their slim black fingers slowed their pumping motion down to a lazy, sensuous rhythm. Betty watched from behind the stable doors, her fingers stuck into her panties, rubbing herself to the sight. The stableboy moaned and sighed, spreading his thighs further and letting the nimble fingers of the two maids slip deeply inside his hole, exploring the sensitive tissues of his rectum. His cock jerked when the girls teased his prostate, circling the hidden gland with their fingertips. As their exploration progressed, he gently thrust his buttocks up to meet the invading fingers, which now delved deeply inside his rectal chamber together, touching and teasing his insides. "Ahh, yes.." the stableboy uttered through gritted teeth, throwing his head back when both of the maids' fingers traced around his prostate, sending a delicious wave of pleasure rippling through his nethers. The maids exchanged knowing smiles and playfully took turns stroking the young man's sweet spot, running their fingertips around and over it. Occasionally, they gave the throbbing gland a brief moment of reprieve. Then, they slowly and sensuously worked their fingers in and out of his sphincter, or simply traced around the rectal walls with a probing fingertip. Eventually, Zalika would mount him, taking his cock into her hand and guiding the head into the folds of her vagina, making him moan as she lowered herself onto him. Dalila would lie by their side, watching them and letting her fingers play with her nipples. Every few minutes, the girls would swap places, shedding their remaining clothing as they went along. Later, the young man got Dalila on her hands and knees, and he pressed his cock up inbetween her bottom cheeks. He thrust into her, hard and fast, while Zalika stood behind him, spreading his buttocks apart with one hand and working two of her fingers in and out of his hole. This didn't last very long, because the young man pulled his penis back out of the maid's bottom and began stroking it furiously with his hand. The two black girls knelt before him and continued to probe his back hole with their fingers, reaching underneath him. He moaned as they pumped their slender fingers into his behind, probing and teasing his rectal walls, fingertips massaging his throbbing prostate. Zalika slipped in a second finger, further widening the stableboy's anal opening and increasing his pleasure. "God, yes.." the young man sighed breathlessly. His eyes lost their focus and his thighs trembled, while his hand kept kneading and working his cock, which copiously spilled his preseminal fluid. Instinctively, he squatted slightly, allowing the two maids to delve higher up into his bottom, their slender fingers sinking deeper and seeking out virgin areas of his rectal walls. "Oh God." he gasped as he felt their fingertips reach a particularly sensitive spot towards the back end of his rectum. The young man's mouth continued to hang open as the girls rubbed this newly discovered pleasure point, causing waves of ecstacy to begin rippling through his rectal sheath. "Ohhh.. Right there.." he kept moaning. "Don't stop.." A minute of this intense and deep stimulation was enough to bring the stableboy to a powerful orgasm that started inside his bottom and thundered right up his spinal column and back down again to his cock and balls. He let out a long moan and his spasming erection unleashed hot semen onto the bodies of the two maids. Young Molly watched with open mouth as the maids licked the stableboy's sperm off each other's necks and breasts. He himself sat down in the hay, panting with exertion.