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Weekend at Betty's Ch. 1

By: Lucky Bob



Betty was a childhood friend. A woman married to a coworker of my dad. I was ten, she was twenty-five. In the usual turn of events, our two families spent a lot of time together, at each others homes. So one day, at my house, I came rushing in to use the bathroom, unaware that Betty was visiting. And without a thought burst into the bathroom, just as Betty was stepping out of the shower. Now at my house, the bathroom was always locked when my parents were using it, so I had never seen either naked.

Suddenly, to be standing before a naked woman, was somewhat traumatic, freezing me in my place. Fully expecting the yelling to begin, I was taken aback by Betty's warm smile, as she reached for a towel, and began to pat herself dry. I was transfixed by the sight of her round breasts, slim waist, and the fuzz between her legs. A sight that I had never seen before. In the moments that followed, the vision of her calmly drying herself off, as I watched, was forever engraved in my memory.

Soon the realization, that I was where I did not belong, flashed into my mind, when I heard my mom calling for me. Without a word between us, I tore my eyes from the sight of Betty's body, and fled, expecting trouble to follow when my parents heard of my indiscretion. But Betty never said a word, only to take me aside and tell me it would be our little secret.

A secret we kept forever.

Now as fate often does, my family moved away to another town, and we only occasionally saw Betty and her husband, mostly staying in touch by phone.

Fifteen years pass, and my own career takes me back to the old neighborhood. So one day, without calling ahead, I drop by to see Betty. At first it seemed she didn't recognize me, but soon tears of joy flow down her cheeks at our reunion. She could not believe how much I had changed, all grown up, she said. But I was taken by how little Betty had changed. Still very shapely, more so I thought, as I looked her over as an adult. In a flurry of questions, Betty asked how long I could stay, insisting I stay at her house, and refusing to take no for an answer. Of course I would stay, I wanted to stay, we had a lot of catching up to do. Only when I was settled in my room, did I ask when her husband would be getting home from work. Betty still flush from our reunion, replied that her was out of town on business for the next two weeks, so we would have the weekend to ourselves.

My mind raced at the possibilities, but I knew they were all fantasies, this was an old friend, an older woman, who knew me as a child. She had no fantasies, I was sure, about me. With me unpacked, Betty thought it would be a great idea to have a cookout, out by their swimming pool. A swimming pool? The look on my face must have said it all, bringing a laugh from Betty. They had put in a pool a few years ago, and it was where they spent most of their free time. It was a garden of eden! Betty spent most of her day tending her garden around the pool, creating a scenic wonder. With a fountain at one end, creating a mini waterfall, and vines hanging over the pool, here and there. A lot of work she said, but something she was very proud of. With her prompting, I changed into my swimsuit and ventured out to enjoy the warm sunshine. Stepping into the pool, I was realized it was not cold, but cool to the skin. Swimming into deep water, I felt very refreshed and alive. In no time Betty joined me, after changing into her swimsuit. A bright yellow, very revealing bikini! Her tan was even, and dark. Her figure was a joy to see!

I was glad to be in deep water, least Betty see the raging hard-on she had given me. I stood in water up to my chin, as I watched her come and go, preparing to cook at the grill, with my dick throbbing in my suit. To watch her breasts jiggle so slightly, beneath the triangles of her bikini top, would give me a tiny spasm. To watch her ass move about in her tiny bikini bottoms, was as pleasurable. To stare at the thin cloth, clinging to the mound between her legs, was nearly unbearable. Still I knew it was just my imagination getting carried away, as I lusted for her.

With the evening soon upon us, I had arrived late in the day, it soon began to get dark in the backyard, and darker in the pool.

Watching Betty come and go, and her relaxed state of being, I too began to relax, and my lustful fantasies began to fade. Apparently my face told the story to Betty as well. Pausing in her cooking at the grill, and in the dimness that was the pool, I heard her ask me if I was having a good time. Slowly wading to the side nearest to her, I answered I was having a great time. But a voice I hardly recognized as my own, offered it would be even better, if Betty would not object, if I were to skinny dip! With my arms resting on the pool side, I could not believe I had said such a thing. But Betty only grinned, and said she didn't care if I skinny dipped! With her voice ringing in my ear, I heard myself ask again, if she really didn't mind! Strolling past on her way back into the house, Betty said, "Please, make yourself at home." With a rush of adrenaline, I pulled my suit down and off, and tossed them to the steps of the pool.

Standing in the pool, water up to my neck, I awaited Betty's return, wondering if she would take a look. And she did! Betty strolled to the grill, all the while looking at me in the pool. I don't know how much she could see, in the darkened water, but I was thrilled to have her looking. My dick returned to it's erect form, as I contemplated my next move. Becoming accustomed to Betty's glances, I began to swim a few laps, slowly, letting her see my bare ass. Coming back, I swam a bit more into the shallow end of the pool, nearest the grill, hoping Betty would be able to see better. She looked my way, and a smile flashed across her face, with me grinning back at her. Feeling the need, I swam back to the far end of the pool, on my back, my penis clearly visible. Betty watched intently the whole time! Repeating my backstroke, I slowly swam to the end nearest Betty, hoping she was watching still.

Coming to rest at the shallows, I glanced up to make eye contact with Betty and see her still smiling. It was almost too much! I was letting a childhood friend, a woman fifteen years my senior, see all that I had!

The moment seemed so surreal, yet natural. I soon came to be comfortable with her eyes on me, and again I relaxed. After a while, being naked in the pool, with Betty watching, was no big deal. My imagination, my fantasies, were in check, as I enjoyed the sense of freedom, being naked was giving me. It was not too long before Betty called out that dinner was ready, and for me to come to the table. In my innocence, I heard myself ask Betty if I should put my swimsuit back on, only to hear her say, "Just wrap up in your towel." The thought of only wearing a towel gave me a new rush, as I sat down at the table on the patio. Betty quickly served the chicken she had grilled, and sat down across the table from me. As we ate, we chatted about the past, and caught up on each others lives, with Betty seemingly uncaring about my near nudity. It did not take long for the knot I had tied in my towel to loosen, giving me the sensation of sitting naked at the table.

My mind was drifting when I was startled to hear Betty ask me about my skinny dipping. Feeling a bit sheepish, I replied I was having a great time, and offered a meek "Thank you" for letting me wear just the towel. With a glint of mischief in her eye, Betty said that she thought I wanted to wear it, since I was going to put my suit back on.

I paused a moment, thinking about what she was saying, and asked another innocent question, "You mean I could have stayed naked? It would have been ok with you, if I walked around, out of the pool, naked? Even had dinner, naked?"

With a wink, Betty answered, "It would be fine with me!"

I was losing control, my mind could not handle the concept. Betty was inviting me to be naked, in and out of the pool!

The shock of it all, knocked the stiffness out of my dick!

We finished our dinner in silence, with me coming to grips with Betty's disclosure. But it did not take long for me to accept that I was not expected to get dressed anytime soon.

Thanking Betty for dinner, I offered to clear the table, and rose to do so. I carried the dishes into the house, very aware that Betty was watching the whole time. Walking across the patio, my dick swinging freely, as I gathered up all the dishes, soon became very natural.

To be watched as I did the cleaning up, was as much pleasure for me as I thought it was for Betty. She seemed to be really enjoying my display of my manly charms. Standing naked before her, I asked if there was anything else I could do for her while I was up. With one fingernail, casually scratching at the corner of her mouth, and the obvious erection of her nipples just beneath the edge of her bikini, I heard her ask me to get her a towel from her bathroom.

Off I strolled, to do her bidding, thinking, hoping, praying, to myself, that she was going to need the towel to dry off her naked body.

When I returned to the pool, Betty was swimming slowly across the deep end. In the dim light, I could not tell if she was naked, but I was pleased to see her in the pool. I just dropped the towel, and dived in to join her. Swimming up close, I realized she was still in her bikini, much to my disappointment. For several minutes we swam around each other, soon to come to rest in chin deep water. With the darkness fully upon us, I dared ask the question that I desperately needed to ask.

"Betty, are you going to join me, and skinny dip?"

Mocking shyness, Betty asked, "How dare you ask such a question?"

Swimming away from me, Betty stopped and sat on the bottom step of the pool. Looking me straight in the eye, she calmly reached behind her back, untied her bikini top, and tossed it across the patio! Soon her bottoms followed suit, and I was faced by a naked woman. Naked in the water, not yet to be seen by my eyes. In slow motion, it seemed, Betty began to make her way to me. Still under the water, still out of sight, but getting closer. As if timed, the lights, beneath the surface of the pool suddenly came on! Illuminating Betty's lush body, just as she reached me!

I could clearly see all her feminine charms, so close, so near.

With a wicked grin, Betty asked if I remembered the time I had burst into the bathroom and caught her naked. All I could do was nod yes.

Reaching up, Betty wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled herself close, pressing her warm breasts to my chest, and began to kiss me. Short, light pecks, at first, followed by a longer pressing of lips to mine.

Taking a deep breath, she soon parted my lips with her tongue, as I returned the favor. It was like sinking into an abyss of passion.

I felt her hands exploring my backside, taking each butt cheek into her hands and squeezing tightly, as she pulled me closer to her pussy.

My dick was pounding against her pubic bone, as we ground against each other in the never-ending kiss. With the water helping float her body, I felt her legs come up and wrap around my waist. With Betty grinding her hips against me, I could feel the unmistakable hot juices of her pussy sliding along my throbbing penis. With the practiced ease of her years, Betty found the end of my dick with her pussy, and began the slide down its length. Soon I was fully engulfed by her pussy, my balls pressing against her bottom. Reaching down and cupping her bottom in my hands, I began to rock her back and forth. Leaning back, Betty, hands around my neck, met my thrusts with a clenching that felt like it could pinch my dick off! It was not something I was ready for, and I was soon to loose control. With the deep signal that my eruption was imminent, I cried out to Betty, "I'm coming!"

Betty intensified her motions, squeezing my prick tighter and tighter, and cried out she was coming too!

In a blur, we thrashed violently in the pool, releasing our pent-up sexual needs. I must have filled her pussy to the brim, in my release, seeing the evidence floating in the water around us. With Betty collapsed in my arms, I carried her to the pool steps, still with my dick impaled in her pulsating pussy. I turned and sat down, not losing Betty perched upon me, and tried to catch my breath.

For several minutes we just held on to each other, reveling in our satisfaction.

Betty lifted her head from my neck, and kissed me sweetly, offering her hopes we could do it again, later!

Weekend at Betty's Ch. 2



Betty seemed to be very relaxed sitting in my lap, with no desire for me to pull my dick from her pussy. I have to admit I was very pleased to still be hard, and buried deep within her. Eyeing an inner tube lying at poolside, I had an idea. With two hands full of Betty's firm little ass, I lifted her as I stood up in the water. Betty's clung to me, not wanting to lose her place, as I waded to the tube, and pulled it over us.

Now we had a little more support, with the float under our arms, and I was treated to the wonderful sight of Betty's breasts floating between us. So round, even for her years, and with very erect nipples. Betty responded to my admiring her boobs by giving my shaft a squeeze with her pussy. It is fascinating to look down, and see Betty's legs wrapped around my waist, her pussy pressed to me, my penis nowhere in sight, but knowing I was buried deep inside her.

We had not spoken for several minutes, I guess the realization of what had happened was just sinking in. This woman was nearly old enough to be my mother. And married on top of that. The consequences of our actions could be horrible, if we were to be found out. At least this is what was in my mind.

Betty's head was back against the tube, peeking through her eyelids at me, giving me pause to wonder what she was thinking. She had not made a sound since crying out in pleasure.

Her pussy began to pulsate, giving away her thoughts, as she began to squeeze my prick into renewed hardness. Soon to follow, Betty began to work her waist up and down, pulling my shaft with her body.

Slowly, surely, Betty brought the passion back into the both of us. The desire to pound her pussy gave me the strength to carry her to the pool steps, and up and out of the pool. With Betty clinging to me, I carried her to a chaise lounge on the patio, and gently laid the two of us down on the soft pad. Now with my feet on solid ground, I began to thrust as hard as I could against Betty's hungry pussy. Our pubic bones were colliding in the urgency of our sex. After our quick fuck in the pool, I now was in more control of myself, and I fucked Betty with determination.

My efforts were having the intended results, with Betty crying out from her repeated orgasms. Her love juices were flowing out in copious quantities, with each orgasm, often squirting against me when I pulled back for another thrust. Changing my pace from slow, deep, penetrations, to hard, fast, pounding thrusts, and back, seemed to be just the technique Betty's body wanted. Holding my weight above her, I watched as my efforts brought a range of expressions to her face. Grimacing in pleasure, each orgasm clearly expressed upon her face.

Her breasts were moving upon her chest, as I rocked her body in my fucking her pussy. The vision of it all pushed me to the edge, as my efforts peaked, I exploded into her hot, wet, snatch.

After a few moments to regain our composure, Betty and I rose and with a bit of unsteadiness, went into the house. Betty excused herself to use the bathroom, as I paused to take a long drink of water. Hearing the shower start up, I wandered into the bathroom just as Betty was standing outside the shower, testing the water.

In a flash, I was ten again, the sight was so vivid!

Betty's naked body, as I saw it fifteen years ago, filled my mind with that moment so treasured in my memory.

My mouth must have been hanging open, as before, when Betty looked up and saw me. Smiling that same warm smile from years before, Betty realized what was happening. "Are we going to have another secret?" Betty asked. Crossing the short distance between us, I took Betty into my arms, and kissed her deeply. "Hummm" came from her throat, as I broke the kiss. "I always wanted to thank you for that day." I whispered.

Betty looking me deep in the eye, replied, "You are welcome!"

"Now I would like to thank you for today!" as she pulled me into the shower with her. Taking a long, hot shower, with a loving woman washing you head to toe, and taking extra care with my dick and balls, is a truly satisfying experience. I of course returned the favor, soaping Betty's body, washing her totally, caressing her breasts, and taking extra care with her wonderful pussy. With one more request, I exited the shower first, and Betty playfully reenacted that day so many years earlier. I sat on the floor, in the doorway, and watched Betty step out of the shower. As before, Betty calmly, quietly, reached for a towel, and began to pat herself dry. A childhood memory, so ingrained in my soul, repeated by the woman who created it. How few people are this fortunate?

We spent the rest of the evening, lounging naked, idly caressing each others body, and talking about everything under the sun. We both knew this would be our greatest secret. Betty and I neither wanted to hurt her marriage, yet we did not have regrets. Soon our exhausted bodies demanded sleep, and we spent the night entangled in each others arms.

I awoke with my face resting against a warm breast, cradled in Betty's arms. "Good morning sleepy head" was Betty's greeting. "Would you like some breakfast?"

With a nipple just in reach, I sucked it gently into my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue till it was puckered and wrinkled from excitement. "Can I have you to eat?" was my reply.

Betty squeezed me close, smothering me in her cleavage, saying, "Ok with me, but I'm not too filling!" After taking care of the other breast and its nipple, I began to work my way down Betty's body.

Sensing my target, I heard Betty mildly protest, that I didn't need to go there. But I was not to be denied, as I crossed her navel, on my way down into the triangle between her legs. Kissing my way across her pubic bone, my nose filled with the aroma of her sex.

I could feel Betty's reluctance for me to give her oral pleasure, so I paused and looked up at her asking for her permission, "Do you not like to be pleased like this?" Her answer surprised me!

"Oh I don't know, it's just something my husband would never do. He tried on occasion, but disliked the taste." Hearing her confession, I wanted to please her even more. With some reluctance, Betty relaxed her legs, letting my insistent tongue continue its exploring. With my nose being tickled by the tuft of hair just above her clit, I thought her pussy smelled just fine!

To Be Continued...



Weekend at Betty's Ch. 3



After having Betty's pussy for breakfast, I was in the mood to have sex for the rest of the day. Betty seemed to be very relaxed, as I left her in the bed to take a shower.

I was just turning off the shower when she casually walked into the bathroom, excusing herself to use the toilet. With relaxed familiarity, she relieved herself as I toweled off in front of her. Smiling down at her I asked a favor, "Betty, I really don't want to get dressed. Can I spend the day naked?" Betty's warm smile answered without words. And with that, I strolled of to the kitchen to find something to eat.

I was feeling a new sense of excitement, knowing I was going to spend the day naked, and having Betty give me her attention. I soon found a pot of coffee, and a plate of toast, waiting on the kitchen table, apparently Betty had been busy while I was in the shower. Betty soon joined me, and we had our light breakfast. It was surreal to be sitting at the table, across from a very lovely, naked, older woman.

We chatted as if it was the normal thing to do, till Betty excused herself for her morning shower. As she started down the hall, I called out that I was going out to the pool, getting an "ok" in response.

The early morning sun felt wonderful on my bare skin, as did the light breeze. My body tingled with the idea that I was not going to get dressed that day. Strolling around the pool, I took it on myself to clear the pool of leaves, enjoying the effort more so, in the nude. The sensations my body was feeling, put me in a very relaxed state of mind. I became less aware of my nudity, yet very aware of the sensations my flaccid penis gave, swinging about from my efforts. I did have a moment of self-pride, as I knew my manhood was a sight to been seen, when Betty joined me at the pool. And shortly, she did emerge from the house, fresh from her shower, and looking radiant. Her naked form, seemed to glow, from my attention I hoped. Betty did have a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and reaching a lounge chair, used it to sit on. Shaking her head, Betty fluffed her hair into a natural, wild, appearance.

Soon she stretched out and soaked her self in the morning sun. I was in heaven!

We spent several minutes in silence, just soaking in the moment, she on her lounge, and I walking the edge of the pool. I knew I was watching her, and she was watching me, yet it still seemed so teasing. Passing Betty on my way to the other side of the pool, I commented how comfortable she looked.

"Oh, I'm comfortable alright! But I could use some oil on my back!" she replied.

"Well I'm just the person to take care of that!" I heard myself answer.

"My oil is just inside the door." gesturing towards the patio door. As I fetched the oil, I watched as Betty rolled to her tummy, and awaited my return. Sitting down, on the edge of her lounge, I poured a large pool of oil into my palm, and began to rub it into her shoulders. Soon I worked my way to her neck, bringing a low moan of pleasure from Betty's lips. "Oh that feels so good! I heard her whisper. I poured a large puddle of oil, in the middle of her back, and began to work her over again. This time my fingers wandering down her sides, to caress the swells of her breasts. Another moan, and a tremble! Once again I poured oil, this time in the small of her back. With my hands covered in oil, I began to caress the curves of her tight little ass. Bringing forth renewed moans of pleasure!

I had enough oil left on my hands to work my way down the backsides of her legs, and returning to the bottom of her lovely backside. In my efforts to please Betty, I had given myself a raging hard-on, one I needed to use!

Betty was completely relaxed to my touch, and a very beautiful sight to see.

Taking the bottle of oil, I ran a stream of oil from her neck to her round bottom, and dribbled a small pool of oil into the crack of her ass. If Betty suspected what I was up to she showed no resistance.

Rising up, I quickly straddled Betty's backside, coming to rest, squarely atop her firm tan bottom, with my rigid member coming resting in the crack of her ass.

Betty squirmed a bit, only to make me fit better in her crack! Returning my efforts to rubbing the oil into her neck and back, I let the thrill of my balls nestled against her hot pussy, sink in! I let my efforts to rub her neck, create a sliding movement of my dick in her butt crack. Betty rewarded me with a long moan of pleasure, and a slight spreading of her legs. This gave my dick the opportunity to slide deeper into her crack, and my balls were feeling the wetness growing in her pussy.

Lying my body down upon hers, our bodies sliding freely with the oil, I whispered into her ear, "I want in you!"

"Please!" was her terse reply. "Which one?" I dared to ask. "Fuck me in the ass!!" she breathed in a husky voice.

With all the oil in her crack, I knew it would be easy to enter her tight little hole. And with a shift down her body a bit, I felt the head of my prick poking against her anus. Arching her back, Betty gave me the target I lusted for, and with a pop I was in! A long slow penetration, gave us both a cause to moan in pleasure. Betty was burning up! Inside her, I felt her heat consume me, as my balls came to rest in the hot wetness of her pussy. The intensity of the moment soon overcame my control, as I began to pound in and out of Betty's tight ass.

Betty seem to lose her self-control as well, as she began to cry out in her throws of an orgasm. With me soon to follow! I pumped her full of my love juice, as we thrashed on the lounge. In short time I collapsed, spent, open Betty's backside.

We lied together, till my limp prick pulled out of her anus.

Lifting myself off Betty, I sat down on the ground next to her limp form, asking with my eyes, if she was alright. Her eyes told me everything!

Gathering my strength, I offered to carry her to the pool to cool off. Betty, with my help, rose from the lounge, and her arms around my neck, followed me into the refreshingly cool pool.

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