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Bettina

By: robertpenn



Bettina was a young college student at a small university in Germany. She lived near the small town of Geisen where a large American Army base stood. Her best friend was Gertrude. They had gone through school together and now were attending the same college.

Bettina noticed that her friend, who was as poor as her, was now beginning to wear newer clothes. She also saw Gertrude wearing nice jewelry. She always had a little extra money to spend. She wondered if Gertrude had gotten a job or perhaps had gotten the money from her parents. So she asked.

Gertrude smiled and said. “No. But can you keep a secret?”

Bettina replied. “Yes.”

“I get it from the American soldiers.” Said the smiling Gertrude.

“How? What do you have to do?” Asked Bettina.

Gertrude smiled and asked if Bettina could keep another secret. “Yes.” She said.

Gertrude smiled and told her about how she got the money. She basically tricked the soldiers into spending money on her. She would go into bars and let one of them pick her up. She said it was so easy and then men so gullible. She would tease them and let them touch her and kiss her. Then later when they were drunk, she would steal their money and disappear before they realized it.

Bettina was shocked. Her friend was always so honest and straight laced. Gertrude told her the dumb Americans deserved it. All she had to do is let them kiss her once or twice and squeeze her breasts and they were helpless. She’d disappear with their money before they knew she was gone.

Bettina told her she could never do such a thing and left her friend. That night, Bettina talked to her father. She had a special class she wanted to take. It required a special fee to be paid in addition to her normal tuition. Bettina’s father told her no. They could not afford it. Bettina was disappointed.

The next day, she saw Gertrude signing up for the class and she got upset. She talked to Gertrude and asked her more about how she got her money. Gertrude told her to come with her tonight and she would show her.

They went to a small bar outside of town. It was full of soldiers. Bettina and Gertrude sat down. It wasn’t long before they had American soldiers talking to them.  Gertrude flirted first, but soon Bettina joined in. Pretty soon, they had two soldiers buying them drinks. The two men flashed large amounts of money that had Bettina quite excited. Could she actually do this?

Gertrude and Bettina sat and flirted and drank for more than an hour. Bettina has let the serviceman touch her under the table and let him buy her several drinks. She was feeling quite good and confident. Gertrude asked her to go to the bathroom, where they could finalize their plan.

The plan was this. They would allow the Americans to take them outside. They would let the men touch them and kiss them. And then when the men tried to pull down their pants, they insist then men do it first. When that happened, they would steal the men’s wallets and pretend they had to go urinate. They would run away and meet later to share what they stole.

The plan was going fine. The soldiers asked the girls to go outside to their cars. Bettina looked over her shoulder as she saw Gertrude head towards her soldier’s car. But she never made it.

Suddenly several men stepped out from behind a large U. S. Army truck. Bettina was grabbed and her mouth covered as she tried to scream. Her hands were tied and her mouth gagged and she was quickly lifted into the truck. A few seconds later, Gertrude was thrown in beside her. Bettina looked at her friend who looked extremely scared. Bettina was too.

Bettina tried to talk, but could not. The truck was now full of soldiers and it pulled quickly out of the parking lot. The truck was driven for several minutes and then parked. Bettina and Gertrude were pulled out and drug inside a large dark building.

They were pushed into a large room with several beds. They were brought in front of a large black man, who appeared to be the leader. He moved in front of the young girls and gave them an angry disapproving look.

“Are these the fucking bitches that have been ripping you boys off?” He asked.

Soldiers nodded and murmured.

“Well girls. It’s payback time. We’re going to show you what happens when you fuck with Uncle Sam’s boys.” Said the huge black man.

Bettina screamed into her gag. She wanted to tell them she’d never done this before, and she was sorry she tried. She wanted to beg for them to release her. But the gag held firm.

“You boys can have that one.” Said the leader pointing at Gertrude. “I’m going to teach this bitch a lesson she won’t soon forget.” He said while looking at Bettina.

Bettina screamed again and tears filled her eyes as she became aware of what was going to happen. She screamed into her gag over and over again.

Wham! The leader punched her hard in the stomach.

“Shut the fuck up whore! You’ll talk when I tell you do.” He yelled at her.

Bettina bent over in pain. Her stomach hurting. She looked at Gertrude who was being dragged over to a bed and pushed onto in. Eight men surrounded her. Bettina was never more frightened in her life.

The leader grabbed Bettina by the hair and drug her over to two poles that were standing upright. He reached to his side and pulled out a large sharp knife. He held it out in from of Bettina’s face. Bettina was terrified.

“I’m going to cut your hands loose. You try to run and get away; I’ll cut the shit out of you. Understand?” He said.

Bettina nodded as tears dripped down her cheeks. The leader turned her around and quickly cut the ropes holding her hands in back of her. He then turned her around quickly and held the knife in front of her.

“Now get out of your fucking clothes. Now!” He commanded.

Bettina began to openly sob into her gag. She was terrified of what was to happen next. She tried to remove the gag from her mouth. She wanted to explain, but the leader raised his hand in a threatening manner, so she stopped.

She removed her blouse and then her slacks. She removed her bra and panties slowly and stood in front of the leader with her arms in front of her. He quickly slapped her across the face.

“Don’t you fucking cover yourself cunt!” He yelled at her.

Bettina’s cheek burned and she bent over slightly, still in pain from being punched. Her right arm was grabbed and pulled up above her head. Before she knew it, it was secured. The same was done with her left. The leader kneeled at her feet and secured her legs also. She was now totally helpless. He moved in front of her smiling.

“You’re going to fucking pay now bitch. Pay for fucking with my men.” He growled at her.

Bettina tried to tell him through her gag filed mouth that she hadn’t done this before. She was innocent and sorry she had even tried. But it was useless.

The leader slowly removed his shirt. He was huge and well muscled. He moved closer and reached in grabbing each of her heavy full breasts and squeezing them.

“Nice fucking tits. I’m going to enjoy punishing you.” He sneered.

Then he took his fingers and roughly pinched and twisted her nipples. Bettina screamed in pain. 

“Go ahead and fucking scream cunt. No one can fucking here you.” He said as he continued punishing her breasts and nipples.

Bettina screamed and twisted trying to get away from the leader, but she was held in place by her restraints. There was no getting away. He suddenly stopped and reached to unbuckle his belt. She thought he was going to remove his pants, but he slowly slid his belt out of his pants. And as he smiled he walked slowly around to her rear.

What was happening to Gertrude suddenly came into view.  She was being held down on one of the beds, while one of the soldiers raped her. Her legs and arms were being held apart as one of the soldiers pumped roughly in and out of her pussy. Bettina’s heart sank in despair.

Suddenly she heard a sharp noise and then searing pain pierced her ass cheek. The leader has just cracked his belt over it. Bettina screamed in pain as he hit her again and again.

“Fucking cunt bitch slut whore! You’ll learn to mess with my boys!” He screamed at her as he whipped her ass with the belt.

Bettina screamed in pain over and over again as the leader whipped her ample ass with the belt. She couldn’t believe pain like this possible. She screamed and screamed until she didn’t think she could take it any longer. Suddenly he stopped and came up close behind her. He grasped her nipples hard from behind and twisted them.

“Fucking payback time now whore.” He whispered in her ear.

She suddenly felt something huge and hard pressing against her ass. He held her in place while he twisted and tortured her nipples. Bettina screamed and struggled as the huge black man ground his huge black cock against her ass while he talked filthy in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you like a whore bitch. I’m going to fuck your pussy and ass. And when I’m done, my boys will get their turn with you.” He sneered into her ear.

Bettina screamed and twisted, trying to get away. But she was restrained too well and held by this huge black man. She suddenly felt his grabbing his penis and steering it towards her opening.

Bettina screamed for him to stop. She’d only been with two boys in her life. And that only after they professed their love for her. She was now going to be raped by a stranger, and she was helpless to resist.

The leader took his huge black cock and pressed it against her pussy opening. He found it surprisingly wet and hot. Maybe this cunt was getting off on what he was doing. But she sure was a tight fit. She was either a virgin or had never had such a big cock before.

Bettina raised her head up and screamed as loud as she could as he penetrated her. It felt as though she was being ripped in two. Tears filled her eyes and she screamed into her gag as the huge black man forced more and more of his huge black cock into her young tight pussy.

The leader held her hips tight in his hands as he pressed in deeper and deeper. He could withdraw and then shove himself in hard and fast, each time pressing in deeper. He noticed his cock was glistening wet with lubrication, and knew despite her protests; she loved what was happening to her.

Bettina looked at Gertrude. She had stopped struggling and was letting the men have their way with her. The first man raping her had now been replaced by a second. Bettina watched as his ass pumped up and down into her friend. She noticed Gertrude’s legs now were slightly raised.

The leader pushed hard and buried his cock into Bettina. She screamed and squealed as she felt him hit bottom. He began to slowly pump in and out of her as he reached around twisted her swollen nipples. Bettina could not believe the feeling. Her pussy was stretched farther than it ever had before and was now relaxing as the leader slowly ground himself in and out of her. Her nipples were so sore and swollen, but she suddenly could not decide if she was feeling pain or pleasure.

The leader noticed Bettina pushing back against him slightly as he ground into her slowly. The bitch was getting off on this. He would push her to the limit.

“I can feel your cunt juicing whore. I’m going to fuck you better that those little boys ever fucked you.” He whispered in her ear.

Bettina groaned and pushed back against the leader. She was beginning to enjoy it. Small shock waves of pleasure began to shoot from her nipples and pussy. She found herself getting wetter and hotter as her pussy pumped back against the leader.

The leader began to fuck Bettina harder and she moaned loudly. He moved his hands to her hips and began fuck her as hard and as deeply as he could. After several minutes of hard fucking, he took his right hand and brought it down on her ass as he fucked her. Bettina squealed in delight as the sharp pain suddenly turned to pleasure. The leader repeated it time and time again until Bettina’s ass was glowing and her pussy oozing all over the leaders huge black cock.

Bettina looked at her friend who was now getting fucked by the third soldier. Gertrude’s legs were now lifted and her arms wrapped around the shoulders of the soldier fucking her. The scene so dirty and perverse made her pussy quiver and her body shudder. Gertrude was enjoying being fucked and so was Bettina. The leader felt it. He was close and from the gyrations of her pussy, the girl was ready too.

“I’m going to bust a nut in you whore. You want it?” He sneered.

That sent Bettina over the wall. She squealed and screamed as she exploded in orgasm. The leader shot his first huge load of black semen deep into her and it triggered a second spasm in her heated pussy. Bettina was cumming like she’d never before as the leader pumped his cum deep within her. She screamed in delight of every thrust.

The leader fucked her until he softened and then he withdrew. Bettina felt empty and spent. She saw the leader walk over to the pack of men raping Gertrude and say something to some of them. They turned and looked at her. She felt a mixture of dread and excitement knowing what was probably going to happen next.

Bettina Goes to the Movies



"Are you sure this is what you want?" the Master asked with a very serious expression.

"Yes. I think so," Said Bettina.

She looked over at her husband, Adrian, and he simply nodded and smiled. There was no doubt that Adrian was very much committed to his wife getting fucked by other men.

For the last three hours, the three of them had been sitting in a very expensive steakhouse, drinking cocktails and discussing Bettina and Adrian's sexual fantasies. 

Bettina is in her late 40s, though she looks a lot younger. She is 5'4" tall, around 160 lbs, with huge breasts. She measures 38D-32-38 with blond hair and blue eyes. Her titties are very large, with long, pink nipples.

She was wearing a short brown skirt, with brown high heels and a cream colored blouse. The blouse was low cut so that anyone could plainly see her ample cleavage. She usually dressed much more conservative than this, but she had dressed as asked, and was doing her best to step out of her comfort zone. As the Master's email instructions dictated, she was not wearing a bra.

Bettina and Adrian had been married for many years. They had always wanted to spice up their sex lives, but Bettina had been very careful, reluctant, and nervous. Therefore, nothing other than vanilla sex with her husband had ever happened. Recently, Adrian had been introduced to a man with a rather...unique, occupation. He is referred to only as "Master". Couples pay him very well to "break in" a wife and get her past her inhibitions. The two of them knew they weren't getting any younger and if there were ever going to do something like this, they should at least meet the man and listen. They figured that, if nothing else, the conversation would get them both turned on and they could go home and fuck each other silly.

Their conversation continued throughout dinner. The first hour was simply getting comfortable with each other. The couple talked about themselves, their careers, vacations, etc. For the second hour, the Master talked a little about what he had done for other clients, but he was vague as he did not like to reveal the private lives of a client. Besides, each client's needs are different. Finally, they talked about what Bettina liked and didn't like sexually. They talked about what she liked to hear, taste, smell, and feel during sex. They also discussed what jealous feelings Adrian might have seeing his wife with another man. Adrian assured him that it would be nothing but a complete turn on.

"We'll see," was all that the Master said.

They also discussed the Master's fee. Adrian was surprised at how much the man charged, but he could afford it and decided he would give it a try is Bettina was willing.

Finally, the Master changed his tone a bit and looked squarely at Bettina, 

"All right. Your training begins now," said her Master. "Are you wearing any panties??

"Of course," she replied.

"Take them off."

Bettina looked over at her husband, for his approval.

"Don't look at him, look at me. He is no longer in control of body or your actions, and neither are you." He did not repeat his command.

Bettina reached underneath the table and then up her skirt. She did her best to discretely squirm in the booth until she had pulled her panties over her shoes and had them in her hand.

"Give them to me," he said.

She did as he asked and he put them in his pocket. 

The booth they were sitting in was a close fit, so Master was already sitting near enough to touch her. He put his hand between her legs and moved it up her thigh to her snatch. She was a little startled by his boldness. However, a couple of times she had let men feel her up while Adrian watched, so it wasn't too much of a shock. The fact that she had had a little too much to drink also played into her willingness to go along.

He rubbed her pussy for just a minute. She was wet and it felt good to have his finger on her clit.

"It's time to go," he said abruptly.

They signaled the waiter and paid their bill. The valets brought their cars around and Adrian and Bettina agreed to follow him, unsure of where they were going. The Master had offered them no orientation. They went no more than a mile when he turned in to what Adrian knew to be a porn shop.

Adrian, Bettina and her Master walked in. In the store were racks and racks of porn DVDs. The place smelled a bit musty, and a little like smoke. There were three different men there, each by himself, browsing the movies. They all looked up and stared at Bettina. They looked her up and down, checking out her heels and her low cut blouse. In one corner there was a large collection of dildos, vibrators, sex toys, bondage restraints, and other items for sale. 

Bettina's Master led them down an isle, to a section labeled "cum shots". He looked through several movies and grabbed one. On the cover were various women with cum on them, all over their bodies. 

"Is this what you had in mind," he said to both of them.

"Yeah, I guess so," Bettina said a little embarrassed. 

She was still a little drunk from the drinks at dinner, which gave her "liquid courage".

He gave it to her and said, "Hold it up to your face and smile."

She was nervous, but did as he asked. He took out his cell phone and took a picture.

"Now, lets go down further down the isle. I want to show you off," he said.

They walked down the row and stood about 20 feet away from one of the men that was milling around. The Master dropped the DVD on to the floor and looked at Bettina. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so that her back was to the man.

"Pick up the movie,..... but you can't bend your knees."

Bettina went to move, but then she realized that if she did as he asked, she would be forced to flash her pussy to the stranger behind her. He would see right up her skirt, and she could feel him watching her.

"Is it ok if I bend my knees and just squat?" She asked.

"Bettina," he said in a very stern voice, "pick up the movie."

"But I really want to bend my knees," she pled.

"Bettina, do as he asks," said Adrian.

By this time Adrian could hardly walk because his cock was so hard in his pants. He was very turned on by the thought of his wife flashing her twat to some random guy.

She bent over and quickly picked up the DVD. When she did, the man behind her could plainly see her cunt. His jaw dropped open, and then he just smiled.

They watched him as he walked to the back of the store and disappeared behind a curtain labeled "theater".

Her Master told Bettina to bend over again, but this time facing away from them, so that they could see what the stranger had seen. He told her to hold onto her ankles until he gave her permission to let go. When she did, he took another picture. This time the pic plainly showed her pussy, her face, and all of the porn movies behind her.

"Bettina, lets go see what is in the back," He said.

The three of them walked behind the curtain. What they saw was a long, dark hall. About every 6 feet there was a door. Bettina looked inside one of the open doors. What she saw was basically a booth for one person. There was a bench to sit on and a TV screen. There was a slot for people to feed dollar bills into the machine. She quickly figured out that this was a place for men to come get a cheap thrill by quickly jacking off to a porn movie. 

Standing around in the hall was several different men. They appeared to range in age from mid 20s, to 50s. Some of the men were fat, and some were skinny. She could see that they were not all the cleanest, some with beards, tattoos, and one with B.O.

Her Master led them down the hall, past the men. They were all openly staring at Bettina. They watched her as she walked by. She felt like she was a piece of meat that had just been thrown into a lion's cage. 

The Master led them both down to the second to the last booth in the row.

"Get in," The Master said to Bettina.

Bettina though the place was a little "yucky", but she went along with it for now. She figured she could quit and walk away at any time if this scene got too uncomfortable for her. Her new Master followed and stepped into the booth behind her. He sat down on the bench. She just stood there, afraid to touch anything. There was a blue curtain hanging in the doorway, that didn't cover very much. This was interesting because most of the other booths she saw had an actual door. There wasn't room for the three of them, so Adrian stood outside and watched. He was thrilled and couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next.

"Turn around," the Master commanded. 

She did as he asked, so that her back was too him.

"You asked me if you could bend your knees. You begged me to let you squat. Ok, you can squat." He said.

Bettina did as she was told and squatted down in the booth. When she did, she noticed that there was a hole in the wall, right in front of her.

Bettina looked at the hole in the wall. She squatted down so that she was at eye level with the hole. It was dark on the other side but she could see movement through the hole...sort of. She began to get curious, so she moved closer to put her eye up to the hole and peer into it as if it were a knothole in a fence.

"Ahhh," she said, as she was startled.

Suddenly a hard cock came through the hole and was right in front of her face. It was just sitting there. Bettina had the oddest feeling. Here was this anonymous dick right in front of her. It didn't say anything. It didn't move. She looked at it differently than she had any other cock, ever. She could tell that it was probably about 7 inches long, but only about 5 inches were protruding out of the wall. It belonged to a white man, or maybe a Hispanic. It was rock hard. The veins were popping out and pulsing a little.

"Suck it," Master said.

"I am not sucking some stranger's dick," Bettina protested.

"You will suck any cock I tell you to suck, and you will swallow any cum I tell you to swallow. Do you understand me you little whore?"

Bettina was startled by his response. She thought for a second, but what seemed like an hour. She looked over at Adrian. His hand was in his pants.

"Suck the dick honey. I want to watch you do it," he said.

Her new Master spoke in a very stern voice. She could tell he was angry with her. "Bettina, you are no longer anything but a slut to be passed around. You will fuck and suck as I order you to. Now suck the cock."

This time she didn't hesitate or think. "Yes Sir," said Bettina.

With that she put her knees on the ground and pulled herself up to the wall. The floor was dirty. It was wet and slippery from what she imagined was cum from other men. It had spilled there from some other man's cock, or possibly out of some other whore's mouth. Now, she was that cock-sucking whore, on her knees.

She reached up and took the cock in her hand. It jumped at her touch. She put her mouth up to it and licked the head. The she put it IN her mouth and began to suck on it. It tasted dirty.

Bettina felt dirty. She bobbed her head back-and-forth doing her best to give a good blowjob. Her mind wandered. Here she was on her knees in the back room of a sex shop, giving a blowjob to a dick sticking through the wall. She felt like a whore, but at the same time, she was strangely excited about the situation. This was never something she would ever do on her own, yet here she was and she was actually kind of getting turned on. She could feel her pussy getting wet, wanting to get something inside of it, inside of her, soon.

Adrian's wife continued to dutifully suck on the cock in her mouth. The penis pumped in and out, in and out, pushing each time a little deeper down her throat.

"That's a good slut," Master said. "Suck the cock."

Spit and slobber soon covered the dick. She began making slobbering sounds as she slurped and sucked. Sometimes she would stop long enough to lick on the head. But her Master didn't have to threaten her; she willing put it back into her mouth and did her best to suck on it as hard as she could.

Bettina moved her hand in rhythm with her mouth. She stroked faster now, building speed. She could taste pre cum dripping on to her tongue. It tasted good to her. She wanted his seed in her mouth. Since she could not see or hear the man that the cock belonged to, she had no way of knowing when he might cum. So Bettina was careful not to stop for fear of missing his orgasm.

As she licked on the cock in her mouth, she could hear her Master's camera clicking pictures of her. She looked out of the corner of her eye. She could see he was taking pictures from various angles. Her face was clearly visible. She looked past the blue curtain and saw her husband standing there watching her. Bettina felt ashamed, but she slid a her finger in her pussy as she was so horny from the whole idea of what she was doing. She was suddenly glad that she had removed her panties.

"Maybe this Master guy knows what he is doing after all," she thought to herself.

Without warning, hot cum shot into her mouth. Bettina swallowed hard. She drank the first load, and kept sucking. The cock continued its spasms and more cum shot into her mouth. She continued to swallow as much as she could. But some of it ran out of her mouth, down her chin and dripped onto the floor. Betty continued to milk the cock with her hand, working to get as much cum out of it as she could. She wanted more cum.

Finally her Master had to pull her away from the wall. She stopped and looked at the dick. It was still hard, covered in cum and her saliva.

"Bettina, you are a filthy cum slut." Her Master told her.

She was, and she knew it. There was no going back now.

"Say it," he ordered.

Bettina hesitated. 

"I am a filthy cum slut," She replied.

The dick in the wall disappeared. She stood up and she and her Master stepped out of the booth. There was a line of four men standing to get into the last booth in the row. They all looked at her. Bettina just wiped the cum from her chin and blushed a bit.

"Take your clothes off," Master commanded.

"What?!" She asked?

Her Master quickly reached up and pinched both of Bettina's nipples. He squeezed and twisted and did not let go. She felt pain, and at the same time her pussy clenched.

"Take of your fucking clothes your whore and don't make me tell you again!" He said.

Bettina began to undress. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Her big breast hung there. One man walked by and reached to grope her. Then she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor.

"Leave your shoes on," her Master told her. 

"Ok," she whimpered.

"What?" He said.

"Yes, .... Master," she replied.

"That's better. Now yell out that you are a filthy cum slut," he said. "Let them know that you are here to service them."

Bettina looked at Adrian. He had the look in his eye that he gets when he really wants to fuck her. He just nodded his approval.

Bettina took a deep breath and yelled, "I am a filthy cum slut!"

When she did, Adrian's dick jumped in his pants. He felt like he was about to cum all over himself.

The Master led his naked whore and her husband through the dark hallways. They came to a double door. He opened and Bettina saw a small movie theater. There were probably seats for no more than 40 people. There were about 10 men there, all sitting alone. The movie on the screen was of a white girl getting fucked in the ass by a black guy. She was moaning like a whore and clearly enjoying her ass fucking. Although it was dark, Adrian could see that at least a couple of the guys in the theater had their pants unzipped. They had their dicks in their hands, stroking them. When the three of them walked in, everyone in the theater turned, and what they saw was naked Bettina standing there. One of them continued to move his hand slowly on his cock as he watched Bettina.

"Say it again," Master said.

Bettina spoke loud enough for the men in the audience to hear her over the movie that was being shown on the wall.

"I am a filthy cum slut!" Bettina announced to the crowd.

Master looked at her and let her know exactly what she was good for, "Well, don't just stand there, get to work you fucking whore."

When Bettina heard these words, her wet cunt clenched again. It kept clenching, but it was empty. She was horny now and desperately needed something to fill her up inside. She didn't care who she fucked as long as she got a dick and soon. The thought of being used by a group of men turned her on. The thought of being used by a group of men would turn on any whore. That's what Bettina was; a whore to be used.

She walked down the row of seats to a man that was sitting there with his stiff cock in his hand. He had been watching the movie and jacking off. The man was skinny, and looked to be in his mid 40's. He was dressed like an auto mechanic and smelled of sweat and dirt. He had a scruffy goatee. She turned her back to him and sat down in his lap, the stranger's hard cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

He was startled. He could not believe his luck. Bettina did not wait. She immediately began riding the man's shaft wildly. She fucked him frantically. There was a man in the row in front of her that also had his dick out. His pants were around his knees. He stood up and turned around. As he did, he shot a load of cum on her jiggling titties. After watching the porn movie for the last half hour, he was primed and ready to cum. Bettina bounced up and down on the dick that was shoved up her sopping wet cunt. Hot ropes of cum hit her chest and neck. She used her hand to rub the cum on her chest. The stranger inside of her threw his head back and grunted. She clenched down on his cock as he began to explode hot cum inside of her. The stiff meat jerking inside of her sent her over the edge. Bettina came hard and did her best to milk his balls dry of cum. She stood up, cum running down her legs and on her nipples.

"Use me you fuckers!" she shouted.

With that she bent over the seats in front of her and stood there with her legs spread waiting to be fucked. A fat black man with a beard moved in behind her. He pulled his pants down and released his fat cock. It was not overly long, at about 5 or 6 inches, but it was thick. He reached down between her legs and guided his cock into her pussy. With cum and her juices, she was wet and ready. He easily slid into Bettina's fuck hole. He put his strong hands on her hips and began to drill into her. 

Adrian watched as his nasty wife was being used by this fat black man in the back of a porn theater. He unzipped his pants and started to pull them down, to give himself some relief. 

The Master looked at him and said, "not yet".

As the fat black man fucked Bettina, she closed her eyes and took him inside of her. He fucked her hard. His hips slapped into her butt checks with each quick thrust. He fucked her to the music in the movie.

"Harder!" She cried.

The stranger worked her pussy over good. With every thrust of his cock into her, she winced. His thick dick stretching her pussy lips as wide as she had ever felt. He spanked her hard across her butt. She jumped at the impacted. He slapped her ass a few more times. Bettina loved it. Like a true fuck-whore, she didn't even know the name of the guy that was fucking her. She didn't care. She just wanted to get fucked. She just wanted cum. And she wanted to make sure her body was used to satisfy as many men as possible. 

The cum from the first guy she fuck helped to lubricate Bettina's pussy as she took her fucking. She opened her eyes to see some old guy climbing up on the seats and sticking his dick in her face. Bettina opened her mouth. The man pushed his dick past her tongue and began to pump his cock into her face. 

She had never been with two guys at once, but she liked it. Sometimes sex is about how your mind is turned on. From the moment she tasted the old man's dick, she began to cum. To her ecstasy, she came, wave upon wave. The fat black man never stopped fucking her. Her pussy got tighter as she squeezed down on his cock during her orgasm. He just kept using her. The old man's cock in her mouth did the same. He fucked her face as if it were a pussy. His balls slapped against her chin. Bettina's nose smelled his pubic hair. She gagged a bit as the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. She struggled to hold on as the two men had different speeds. The one fucking her pussy was fast and hard. The one fucking her mouth was a little slower but rougher. 




Bettina Goes to the Movies



Then she felt a hand on her the back of her head. She stopped sucking cock long enough to see that it was her Master. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to go back down on the old man.

"You nasty fucking whore! I didn't tell you to stop servicing these men! Suck his cock and you better swallow ever drop of his cum!" He shouted at her.

Bettina sucked as hard as she could on the cock in her mouth. She sucked harder than she had ever sucked on her husband's dick. She was surprised at what she was capable of . And she was a suddenly a little ashamed that she hadn't done better for her husband all of these years.

The fat black man stopped suddenly, he buried his cock into her sloppy cunt and held it there. She could feel his orgasm as he pumped his cum up inside of her. After his first shot, he began to fuck her again, returning to his pace. The man fucking her face did the same. He pushed his cock down her throat and held it there, coming in Bettina's open mouth. Salty, sweaty cum pouring down the whore's throat. She had no choice but to swallow his semen. 

As they both dumped their loads into her, she looked over at her husband who was watching her being used like whore. Adrian had a look of lust on his face. His expression pushed her over the edge and she began to cum again. She sucked on the cock in her mouth, and wrapped her hands around the base of the man's stiff penis. She milked him, trying to get every drop she could from his balls.

The fat black man pulled out of her nasty, cum-dripping cunt. Cum ran down her chin as she stood up. Bettina looked around to see about 8 more men standing there with their pants either around their knees, or not wearing any pants at all. They all had hard cocks and they were looking at her, rubbing their dicks. Her Master walked up and grabbed her nipple. He pulled her by her nipple and led her to the end of the row. A the end of the aisle there was more room.

"Kneel, bitch!" He commanded.

Bettina did as she was ordered. When she did, cum squirted out of her used pussy. Adrian was close enough to touch her, but he only watched.

Her Master pulled on her nipples and then slapped them. It hurt her, but the pain felt so good. Then her Master took out two clamps and placed one each on her nipples. It hurt really bad and it took her a few moments to get use to them.

"Who wants to cum on this cocking slut?" The Master asked the room.

The strangers quickly gathered around Bettina and continued to jack off. There was a young kids there, likely not more than 19. She looked at him and could tell he was young. He had no chest hair. As she was marveling at his hard dick in her face, it began to shoot his cum on her face and into her hair. Then another stranger began to cum on her as well. Rope after rope of hot sticky cum flew at her eyes, as the man aimed his cock in Bettina's face.

As she knelt there on the dirty floor, her nipples hard and aching from the clamps, three more men walked up to jack off on her and in her face. One man, he looked like he was Hispanic, spit in his hand and began to rub his cock close enough for her to suck him. 

Bettina sat there on her knees, cum running out of her cunt as the three men jerked off, racing to see who could come in her face first. The movie on the wall was now of two women eating each other's pussys in a 69. They licked each other's snatches, lapping up the juices. But everyone's eyes were on Bettina, as they waited to take their turn with her. 

Then her Master spoke up, "You lazy slut! Don't just sit there making them do the work, suck their dicks. Suck all of their dicks!"

Bettina dutifully grabbed a dick in each hand and took a third in her mouth. Her jaw clamped down on him. She didn't look up to see who the man was or what he looked like. She didn't care. She was serving her Master and being used by men. Her husband was watching her on her knees as she sucked and fucked a bunch of strangers. She felt hot cum hit her back. Someone was cumming on her. But she didn't stopped what she was doing. One of the men she was jacking off began to shoot into her hand. Cum landed in her hair. It was hard for her to suck on the dick in her mouth, and keep up with the other men. Anther man walked up into the group and just exploded cum. He came on her arm and right hand, and one of the other dicks. She quickly switched so that she could lick the cum off of that dick and not let it go to waste. 

Bettina felt cum running into her mouth as she went back to sucking on the other cock. The man used her mouth to dump his load, for his pleasure. She loved the taste and craved more sploog. The dick in her left hand began to cum and she quickly switched to sucking on it as best she could. As she did, another cock was pushed into her face and began cumming. Cum spurt out onto her cheek.

"Your wife, she is quite a whore, isn't she Adrian," the Master said.

"Yes, she is." Adrian said.

He stood there amazed, not taking his eyes off of his wife there on her knees. She was still wearing her high heels. But other than that, all she had on her was the cum of a dozen perverts in a dark porn theater.

The Master continued as they stood there watching, "This makes you want to fuck her doesn't it?" 

"Yes, it does."

"You like to watch her being used?"

"Very much," said Adrian.

"She is now an official cum whore. Get in there and take your turn in the train, " the Master said.

Adrian had been waiting for this all night, all his life really. He looked down at his wife. She was bathed in the cum of the men from the porn theater. She looked up at him, helpless and horny. He reached down and helped her up. He turned her around and bent her over the seats. Both of them were facing the movie screen. On the screen was a young girl with pigtails, sucking on a massive cock. 

Adrian unzipped his pants and dropped them to his knees. He couldn't stand it any more. He wife had been used and abused but a bunch of dirty men and he was the last one to get to fuck her. The thought of how she had been used like a cheap cum-slut by all of these men turned him on and made his dick swell to almost explosion.

His took his dick in his hand and put it up to the opening of her pussy. When he pushed it inside of her, he felt something he had never felt before in his wife's cunt – the cum of other men. He slid in easily. Her pussy was dripping, but in a much different way. The other men in the theater stood around and watched him as he fucked his whore of a wife. They ignored the movie screen. The men stood there with their pants around their knees, jacking off. Adrian fucked his wife while the other stood around and watched the two of them. He was amazed and turned on by the hot cum that his was dipping his cock into. Somebody else's cum poured out of his wife and ran down his balls. He could see glistening cum running down her back.

Bettina looked back to watch as it was now her husband who was taking her. She felt like such a dirty whore. Both of them were incredibly turned on by all she had done. Adrian was dying to cum inside of his wife. He had been wanting to get off for the last hour as she was satisfied all the men except him. She had so much hot cum inside of her that she almost didn't notice when Adrian began to cum. Adrian's dick swelled with every thrust until he could hold back no longer. He came in his wife's pussy. She could feel her husband cumming, feel his cock flinching inside of her. He pushed himself inside of her, all the way up to his balls. She pushed her hips back into him and joined him in his orgasm. The inside of her pussy walls spasmed and squeezed. She clenched on his cock. Her pussy ached and hurt from being used so many times. His orgasm lasted for what seemed like forever, and she rode it. He came so hard that it almost hurt. She looked back at him to see his pleasure. Adrian looked at Bettina. Her face and neck was covered in cum.

Finally, he pulled out. Bettina was horny and liked the attention that all of the men were giving her. She wanted to taste her husband's cum. She laid on her back on the filthy floor of the theater. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs and pussy. She stuck two fingers in her cunt, then three. She pulled out the cum with her fingers and sucked it up. She began rubbing on her clit, and finger fucking herself like a bitch in heat. As she lay in the spilled cum on the floor of the dirty porn theater, she finger fucked herself and put on a show for the men. She was rewarded with more cocks shooting more loads all over her body. Sometimes the spunk landed on her pussy, sometimes in her mouth. Sometimes on her clamped tits.

Bettina worked herself into a frenzy and came again, using one hand to masturbate, while sucking the other hand and licking the fresh cum that her husband and the other men left in her. She shook and jerked as her body came so hard. She could smell the cum all over her body. Finally, after her orgasm had ended, she laid there of then floor, exhausted. Occasionally another man would walk by and shoot another load on her, but most of them were spent. 

She got up on her knees and began to slowly suck on her husbands cock. It tasted like cum, but different. He had cum in her mouth before, but she knew that this time it was not just his cum she was tasting, but others. Adrian and Bettina were completely happy and satisfied. It was one of the best nights of sex they had ever had together.

As she continued to use her mouth to service her husband, Adrian looked over at her Master.

"You have a good little whore there," the Master said. "Make sure you care for her and feed her regularly".



Bettina's a Back-door Girl



It's been a couple of weeks, so I thought I'd better get something put up on Lit. In this one a hot lady, late-thirties, with a penchant for anal, seduces a younger man. He's nervous at first, but as things get hotter ...

Feedback is appreciated, either here in the public comments section below, email, or PM on the Lit forums. If you want a response to feedback then email is best.

I've been reading through and changing things for a couple of hours now and I apologise if there are errors still in the text.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

GA, Antigua, Guatemala - 8th May 2012.

*

They'd told me she was a lesbian, everyone I'd met so far intimated that Mrs Philips had a thing going with our female CEO, and the impression I formed when I first saw her was that she certainly gave off that vibe. But she would surprise me.

When I entered her domain, a glass walled vestibule with a priceless view of the London cityscape, Mrs Philips looked up from the computer monitor on her desk and peered at me over the rims of her spectacles. While she treated me to a severe stare, intimidating, like an old-fashioned head mistress in one of the better schools, an image flashed into my mind of Mrs Philips wielding a cane, preparing to whip the backside of some wrongdoer for some kind of misdemeanour. I got the sense that she ruled her pool of secretaries with an iron fist inside a velvet glove. Her professional reputation was formidable; to get past Mrs Philips to the CEO required an appointment -- No exceptions. And If anyone dared to try, I could just imagine her using the cane. Her demeanour as she scrutinised me was cold, aloof, as though she had better things to be doing than introducing the new boy of the firm to the boss lady. "Mr Jamieson," she said, stating a fact rather than asking a question. There was no doubt in her mind I was Paul Jamieson. I'd been summoned for an initial interview by my new boss, Alicia Banahan, the CEO, nobody else had business up there so, by default, in Mrs Philips' eyes, I had to be Paul Jamieson. Alicia Banahan interviewed all new employees no matter how junior in rank, and it was time for my five minutes in front of the big cheese herself. But first there was Mrs Philips.

When Mrs Philips spoke, I detected a trace of an accent in her voice, this confirmed what my new colleagues had told me, Mrs Philips had Dutch roots, and I could hear the inflection when she spoke so the gossips had been correct on that score. It might be an odd thing to say but she looked Dutch -- blonde hair, blue eyes, oval shaped face; very pretty in a stern, no nonsense way. 

Mrs Philips rose and moved around her desk, hand extended. In her heels, Mrs Philips matched my height at over six feet, even out of those dangerous shoes she'd be tall, I noticed as she drew level with me. Her clothing matched her grooming, immaculate, as befitted her status as PA to the boss of an industrial powerhouse. The woman smiled at me, eyes meeting mine. 'So pleased to meet you,' she said, quickly shaking my hand. I took all of her in one look, long legs, narrow waist and a comfortable bust, all wrapped in a businesslike dark skirt and a pristine white button down blouse. I'd heard them say she was late thirties. 'You're a little early,' she continued, 'which is good.' With an elegant sweep of a hand Mrs Philips indicated a large, comfortable looking leather chair. 'Please, take a seat. Coffee?'

'Water,' I managed to stammer, a little overawed by the woman.

Mrs Philips smiled at my nervousness. 'Try to relax,' she said softly, mistaking my disquiet for anxiety at the impending interview rather than her presence. Mrs Philips seemed to warm to me, thawing a little. Perhaps she wasn't as terrible as they said. 'It's just a chat with Alicia, nothing too horrendous.' She went into a room off the main area, returning with a glass of water. 'I must say,' Mrs Philips said, standing in front of me, one hand on a hip while she tapped one arm of her spectacles, which she'd removed, against her red-painted lips, 'you're a beautiful looking man.'

Well that surprised me, and I was so shocked by the bald statement that I coughed water, almost spoiling my suit.

Mrs Philips smirked. 'I'm sorry,' she said with an amused glint in her eye, 'but I tend to be a bit forthright. I say it as I see it. And I happen to think you're a very good looking young man.'

What else could I do in the circumstances? Already nervous about meeting Alicia Banahan, and no less anxious in the presence of the legendary Mrs Philips, being a callow twenty-two years old, all I could summon from my expensive education and limited experience was an inarticulate: 'Uh ... Thanks.'

'I love your hair.' I thought she was actually going to take a step towards me and run her fingers through it. 'Alicia will make a comment about getting it cut, but don't.' She tapped her spectacles against her chin, staring at me with blue eyes, her lips pursed. I squirmed under the intense scrutiny. 'Do you have it highlighted?' she asked.

I managed to warble, 'No, no, natural,' adding in my nervousness, 'always been a dirty blond.' 

What the fuck was I saying? Dirty blond? Shit.

To my relief, Mrs Philips laughed. Then she embarrassed me by adding: 'Just how I like them.' 

Was she flirting with me? She couldn't be. She was a lesbian, or so they'd said.

Mrs Philips turned at the sound of a woman's voice.

'Is this Mr Jamieson, Bettina?'

Alicia Banahan, referring to her P.A. by her first name, stood in the open doorway at the opposite end of the room.

'It is, Alicia,' Mrs Philips replied. 'On time and all set to see you.'

'Excellent,' the CEO said to Mrs Philips. She turned to me, inviting with a smile. 'Come in,' she said, and led me into her office.

I didn't see Bettina Philips when the interview ended, she was absent from her desk as I passed through the atrium on my way back to the department I worked in. Part of me was relieved she wasn't there at the conclusion of the interview, while another part of me was disappointed.

The company adopted a dress-down Friday policy, cost, five pounds, all for charity. I was in the staff cafeteria on the Friday morning when I spotted the tall blonde, noticing her striking presence, tall, leggy, absolutely superb backside in impossibly tight jeans, as soon as she entered the room. The Flabbergasted, I realised that it was Mrs Philips swinging and swaying through the cafeteria. That view was worth five British pounds of anyone's money; I'd have paid fifty, despite my tiny salary, to watch Mrs Philips in her jeans, metronomic buttocks swinging as she confidently, almost arrogantly, strode through the room.

Later, upstairs, while I was meant to be working but where I just sat in a semi stupor revisiting the image of Mrs Philips in those jeans and pillar-box red shoes, my desk phone rang.

I recognised the accent immediately. 'Mr Jamieson? Bettina Philips here.'

My first thought was I was in some kind of trouble. There was no reason for that initial impression, but I couldn't think why Bettina would have any other cause to call me.

'Come up to my office,' she ordered. 'Now, please.' The line went dead. There was no option but to comply.

'A drink, this evening, after work.' From Bettina Philips it was a command, she wasn't one of the bosses as such, but she was a subtle power in the company. She named a bar and I winced internally -- pricey and bound to be full of pretentious wankers on a Friday night. Still, I had little choice; I just hoped my meagre salary could cope. 'Oh,' the formidable ice-maiden added, 'and nobody in the building is to know.' She eyed me imperiously. 'You wouldn't lose your job if you told anyone, but it would effectively kill your chances here. A word to Alicia from me and ...' An arched eyebrow emphasised the unspoken. 'Unprofessional of me perhaps,' she added. 'But what can you do?' Then she dismissed me with a shrug and a vague wave.

I spent the rest of the day wondering.

Her entrance caused heads to turn. Hungry eyes followed Bettina's round buttocks tightly packed in blue denim, tracking her course from door to my table.

I was proved correct; the bar was chaos, rammed with dickheads already half cut at 6pm. No sooner had Mrs Philips' jeans touched the seat of the high stool than a waiter appeared. Bettina ordered a drink. The man disappeared into the throng with the order.

Mrs Philips opened, forced to lean close because of the hubbub around us she spoke into my ear: 'I'll apologise for being so forward, and for the explicit threat I made, it's just that I prefer to keep my private life private.' She rolled her eyes. 'It's bad enough as it is with them thinking I'm having it off with Alicia.' Bettina laughed at my protestations to the contrary. 'Oh please,' she said. 'I know what goes on, what they say.' She reached out a hand. 'Did Alicia suggest a hair cut?' The change in subject and the touch of her fingers through my hair surprised me. 'I told you she would,' Bettina grinned after I stammered a confirmation. 'I'm glad you haven't cut it though,' she finished.

The waiter arrived with our drinks. I hadn't ordered another beer, but he'd brought one anyway. Just as I was worrying about how much this was going to cost me, Mrs Philips casually told the man to put it on the company tab. He smiled acquiescence, nodded, and pocketed a five pound note she handed him as a tip.

The next ten minutes saw us engage in banal conversation, office politics and potted life histories. I found out that Bettina had married Mr Philips, a much older gentleman, at the age of twenty. He'd lasted a year but she'd kept the appellation of Mrs. Simpler all round, apparently. She didn't elaborate on the cause of the rift, not there in the bar, but I was to find out, in time, that Mr Philips was the one to thank for his former wife's predilection towards anal sex.

'Let's get out of here,' Mrs Philips instructed, in what I now recognised as her characteristically straightforward fashion. 'I've got drinks at home.' She eyed the crowded bar with disdain. 'And I can't stand this fucking row,' she added.

***

'So, as I said just before your interview, Paul, you're a beautiful looking man.' Lost for a response I sipped from the bottle Bettina had handed me in her kitchen a few moments earlier, while the woman eyed me in a distinctly predatory fashion. Despite my disorientation at Bettina's bold approach and the fact I was here in her luxurious, city apartment, her very desirability, not to mention incredible posterior, caused my cock to thicken in interest. There was definitely a sizzle of tension in the air. 'Twenty-two?' she asked. I sipped beer and nodded. 'Perfect,' Mrs Philips murmured, leading me into the flat's sumptuous living room.

'Come here, Paul,' she said, placing her heavy, vodka-charged tumbler carelessly atop what looked to be an expensive coffee table. I took several steps to her. 'I like you, Paul,' the woman whispered. She ran her fingers through my hair again. 'I think you're sexy ... Young and fit and sexy.' She turned from me and walked across the room to turn a small dial on the wall. The lights immediately dimmed to seduction level. 'And I like my boys young and fit and sexy.'

Oddly, of all things to notice, I noticed that Mrs Philips wasn't wearing her glasses.

'I wear contacts out of the office,' she told me when I asked. 'The glasses are purely for effect when I'm in professional mode. I know they make me look stern and severe ... in a hot and sexy way,' she added, grinning. 'I like to tease them in the office.' She paused and gave me a smouldering look. 'I think some of the boys fantasise about me. Would you say that was true, Paul?' She unpinned her hair, which she'd worn gathered in that casually messy style that is in fact difficult to achieve. I'd surreptitiously glanced at the wispy tendrils of blonde hair hanging decoratively by the woman's ears for the hour I'd been in her company; I found her style alluring. 'Do you think they think about me and pull their cocks', Paul?' Bettina sighed when her long hair cascaded free. Without waiting for my response, the woman went on. 'I have some very special friends ...' She paused, staring at me again. My stomach flipped at the intensity in that look; I sensed something huge was coming my way. 'I keep lovers, most of them about your age, fit, strong men who can keep it up for hours.' I felt the heat from her eyes boring into me. My cock ached, pre-cum dribbling insidiously from its slit as Mrs Philips revealed more of her sex life to me in a low, husky voice. 'Would you like to be one of my boys, Paul?' she asked eventually. 

I decided, or rather my penis decided that, yes please, we would. We wondered, my erection and I, just what being one of Bettina's 'boys' entailed.

'I think,' the woman continued, taking my silence for approbation, 'that I'd quite like you to be my special boy. The one who gets the thing none of the others do.'

How many boys were there? Was this woman a nymphomaniac?

'Do you know what my special boy does?' 

I hadn't a clue. 'No, Mrs Philips,' I responded, my erection pulsing, hands trembling.

'Mrs Philips,' Bettina laughed. 'I like the way you say that, so formal. I wonder, Paul, will you call me Mrs Philips as you're stabbing my ass with your cock?' She pronounced it ass, like an American. 

Stunned I blinked, my mouth hanging open like the village idiot. I'd be drooling from the mouth next instead of just my penis. It took me a moment to comprehend her meaning. Had I really heard that correctly? Mrs Philips wanted me to fuck her in her arse. The Special Boy got to give it to Bettina in the back door.

She came to me. Taking the beer bottle from my hand, she swigged a mouthful and then carelessly thunked the bottle onto the coffee table. When she kissed me, I felt a squirt of beer gush from her mouth and into mine.

'Take your clothes off,' Mrs Philips instructed. 'Ooh yes,' she enthused when I stood before her naked. 'Somebody likes me.' She nodded at my erection. 'That'll fill my ass nicely.' The blonde grinned and said, 'I think, as my husband so crudely put it years ago, that I'm going to enjoy having you packing my fudge.' She pouted at me, adding: 'That's what I want, Paul; I want you to stuff my asshole with that cock. Stuff me so full of meat and then irrigate my rectum with your jizm.

She was incredible; the things she said to me were pure filth. I was shocked and surprised, inflamed with desire, and I'd do anything she wanted. If she wanted me up her jacksy then that's what she'd get.

'Mrs Philips,' I moaned as she kissed me again.

She broke the kiss after stroking my cock a few times, and then pulled her tee-shirt over her head. When she turned and offered me her back I realised what she wanted and unclasped her bra. Next she teased me by unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping them, before looking back over one shoulder, blonde hair falling down her smooth, flawless back. 

Mrs Philips eased the top of the jeans down to expose the cleft of her buttocks. 'Do you like my ass?' she asked. I gulped and nodded. She laughed. 'Most men do ... Oops, there's a little more for you.' The jeans slid lower, and a crescent moon of taut flesh made me gulp again. I touched my cock. 'No, no,' Mrs Philips scolded. The jeans came up an inch. 'No touching dicky. Not until,' she paused, smiling evilly, 'not until Mrs Philips says you can, you naughty boy.' I dropped my cock as though it burned my fingers. 'That's better. Now, here's some more of my ass.' Half of those globes were now revealed. 'Would you like to kiss it,' Mrs Philips invited, wriggling that part of her anatomy. 'My husband loved to kiss it.' She rolled her eyes. 'He also loved to take pictures of it ...' She paused, her eyes glinting as she lowered her jeans to the tops of her thighs. 'And he loved to tongue my anus,' she finally woman added in a whisper.

Moments later, with the jeans bunched at the back of her knees, Mrs Philips, still wearing the scarlet stilettos, knelt on a leather armchair, forearms along its back, and presented her derriere to me.

'Lick me there,' she hissed at me, eyes flashing diamonds. 'Right there.' A long fingernail pointed to the puckered stain of her sphincter as her fingers splayed her cheeks wide.

I fell on her instantly, dropping to my knees to worship at the altar of Bettina's anus. I anointed the tight ring liberally, tasting the tang of her as my wet tongue squirmed into the forbidden opening.

'Oh, fuck,' Mrs Philips groaned. 'So enthusiastic. I've never had one get straight to it like that, Paul. You're so deep in there ... that's beautiful. I can feel you wriggling back there. You're a natural ass man, Paul. Lick it. Tongue my dirty-hole.'

Not only did I lick Bettina's sphincter, but I slurped and slobbered over her cunt as well. She gasped when I fingered her front and back simultaneously, groaning and calling me lewd names, exhorting me to filthier feats -- and all for her pleasure.

'My boys can use my cunt,' she sighed. 'But my special boy can have both. Do you want my cunt, Paul?' Mrs Philips pushed me away from her body. I fell to the carpet, panting for breath. I was crazed with lust for the woman. 'Or do you want to fuck me in the ass this time?'

'I'll tear your cunt up later," I growled, my erection in my fist as I rose. 'I'll split your shitter first.'

Mrs Philips grinned up at me as she sat on the chair and divested herself of the shoes before struggling out of the restrictive jeans. 'The worm has turned, eh, Paul? You're going to tear up my cunt, are you? After you've fucked my ass? How delightfully wicked.' Her eyes gleamed. 'I think I'm going to enjoy you, Paul.' Finally, after kicking the recalcitrant leggings away, she stood facing me. I had a few seconds to appreciate the full roundness of Bettina's swaying breasts before she padded away from me on bare feet. 'This way,' she said, to the bedroom. I want to be comfortable when you jam my ass with your cock.'

I watched those buttocks as she moved away from me. Her accent and oddly formal diction aroused me almost as much as her body. I definitely had the impression there was more to Mrs Philips than taking it up the arse. I could easily imagine her at the centre of a gang-fuck. I wondered, very briefly since she was almost out of sight now, if she had her boys in a group, one of them, probably me now, pounding her back door while she took other men in her mouth and pussy. 

Pushing that thought away, time enough later, I followed at a near run, my erection waggling ahead of me.

Her bedroom was a spacious arena, subtly lit, the focal point being a huge bed. The woman took a small tube of some kind of unguent, lube I was soon to discover, and pointed to the bed.

'Lie down,' she curtly instructed, typically Mrs Philips. She clambered onto the bed, kneeling next to me when I complied. The naked blonde took hold of my cock, sliding a fist along the length. She leaned down and kissed me again while I reached for her breasts. She broke the kiss and offered a long, thick nipple to me. I sucked at it, transferring my oral attention to its twin as I cupped those heavy tits in my palms. The woman murmured something indistinct, her hand moving faster on my cock.

Finally a low growl came from her throat. She slid the tube under a pillow next to me and, still making that low rumbling sound, swung a leg over my head. Her sex pouted inches from my face. I knew what she wanted. I took hold of the woman's hips and pulled her down to my mouth. I heard her gasp when my tongue probed at the sluicing opening at the front of her body; another groan curdled from her when my forefinger popped her sphincter. I groaned myself when, after a brief waft of Mrs Philips' breath across my thighs, I felt her swallow my erection.




Bettina's a Back-door Girl



Her sodden vulva, smoothly waxed, mashed against my lips. The blonde's hips jerked as she fucked down onto my face, her clit sliding over the protuberance of my nose. She began to moan in earnest, lust obviously boiling inside her as desire slid from her cunt.

In reciprocation I bucked my hips, forcing gristle into the back of her throat. It was too much and she gagged and coughed, spitting my drool-soaked penis out of her mouth, her eyes watering.

'Later,' she gasped. 'I'll let you use my mouth later. But now I want you in there.' She spun away from me, a knee brushing the tip of my nose in her haste. The woman stood at the side of the bed and I rolled onto my side to see her. 'In my ass,' she said, pointing to her buttocks. 'Fuck my ass and make me scream.'

Whatever the lady desired ...

'It's the control,' Mrs Philips explained nonchalantly as she squirted a dollop of gunk onto a fingertip. 'It might seem like I'm being submissive, letting you do me in my ass.' She leaned forward, breasts hanging, and smeared the gloop over the dome of my cock-head. 'But I'm in control. It's only you, my special boy, who I allow in there. And if I don't allow it, it doesn't happen. Men, usually because they want to please me, and a horny man will agree to anything, are only too eager to comply with my every command.' She lay on the bed on her stomach. 'Squelch a drop of lube on my ass,' she said, spreading her buttocks. 'Even with a man wedged deep in my ass,' she continued. 'Even if he's as horny as a hound with two cocks, I still call the shots. They know that if I'm not pleased then there'll be no more of me for them.' With her anus slick and glistening, Bettina rolled onto her side to appraise me with a serious, blue-eyed stare. 'I'm going to let you fuck my ass, but I'm in control, Special Boy.' I nodded, I understood. Mrs Philips spat curt instructions. 'On your back. Lift your cock upright.' She straddled me, her exquisite body hovering over my supine form. 'Here I come,' she muttered, her face a mask of concentration. 'Easy,' she said when my cock head nudged her body. 'Nice and slow.' I felt the natural resistance when the blunt dome pressed against her. 'It's going to pop,' she said in a dark, treacly voice. 'Slowly,' she urged, grimacing with effort of balancing atop my hard cock. 'My dirty-hole doesn't want to let that big fucker in,' Mrs Philips grunted, eyes closed, head lolling. Then I felt something give and she squealed. I felt her anus opening before me as I slid in deep. 'Oh, fuck, that burns so fucking much,' the blonde gasped, eyes wide. She looked down at me, her mouth hanging slack. 'It burns my ass, it's itchy. Fuck my nasty ass.'

I held her hips tightly as she began to ride up and down on my cock. Her breasts swung and shivered as she screwed her anus around my penis. The woman angled her body in such a way that I remained wedged inside her as she leaned low over me to kiss me. Panting into my open mouth while our tongues danced wetly, Mrs Philips jerked her hips, somehow maintaining the incredible pressure at the point in which our bodies joined.

'Mrs Philips,' I burbled, 'If you keep this up, I'll ...'

'Will you come in my ass?' she asked, eyes wide with expectation. She was upright again now, hands spread across my chest as she jerked her hips quickly back and forth. Will you come in my ass and bathe my anus with semen?'

If she kept on moving like that, and if she continued to use the sewer language, then I'd be sure to squirt my load into her dirty-hole.

'Not yet,' she gasped as she swung her leg over me to dismount. 'I want to come too, but I need something in my cunt and on my clit.' She leaned across me and opened a drawer. When she returned she held a thick rubber cock and a small vibrator in her hands. 'Now,' she said gleefully, rolling onto her side. 'Now we can do some damage.' She offered her derriere, tight buttocks pressing against my stomach. 'Put it back into my ass. Really fuck me. Hold my hips and bang the shit out of me.' She laughed at the pun.

I did as I was told, gripping the jutting promontory of her uppermost hip after I slid back in. The tight ring of her sphincter gripped my cock at its root. She had all of me buried in there but still angled her hips so her bottom could accommodate as much of my length as I could stuff into her. She lifted one leg to expose her vulva to the angry buzz of the vibrator, its tone rising and falling as Mrs Philips rubbed the thing around and around the area of her clitoris. Then I felt something pushing against my cock, a force from in front of her body, and realised it was the rubber cock wedged in her pussy.

'Fuck my ass,' the woman sighed as she jammed the dildo into her other hole.

We fell into a rhythm of slick, squelching fucking. Liquid slurps and obscene farts accompanied us when Mrs Philips stabbed her cunt with the rubber cock and I slid my goo-smeared cock half out of her backside. We reversed the process, her withdrawing the dildo when I thrust back into the dark hole of her anus, keeping with that lewd cadence until everything clouded for me. Every empirical sense was overloaded. The sounds, the buzzing vibrator, the obscene squelching from the rubber cock in her cunt, the slick fapping of my own erection sliding through the gloop foaming at our conjunction, Bettina's moans and filthy vocabulary were just part of it, there were also the sensations in my cock as her body fought to repel me. I could feel the pressure from the rubber thing in her cunt, through the thin membrane that separated the two invading shafts. The texture of her skin under my fingers; the smell of her hair in my nostrils ...

'Mrs Philips ...' I warned.

'Do it. I'm going to come too. Just do it. Let it go. Fill me up with spunk ...'

I recall, dimly, biting into her shoulder as the stuff spurted from me, bathing her sphincter. I think I took a handful of hair and roughly yanked her head back, twisting her neck as I wedged my cock deeper into her rectum and discharged the gooey load of jizm. We kissed, I'm sure of that. I held her head at such an awkward angle, craning over her as far as I could as we both let the pleasure cascade over us, my mouth against hers, our tongues quick and ardent.

Finally, as sensibility returned, we lay, still joined at her back door, panting and not quite believing how intense the experience had been for both of us. 

A chuckle curdled from the woman when, eventually, my diminishing cock slid from her body. As soon as I slid from her a rush of some obscene gloop dribbled from the opening I'd vacated. The slide of santorum stained the bedcover, but no doubt she could afford a replacement.

The woman hefted herself onto her opposite side, facing me. I looked down and saw the rubber cock hanging from the sticky mess of her vulva like an impudent tongue.

'Bettina's a back-door girl,' the woman snickered, referring to herself in the third person. 'You can use my cunt if you like,' she added. 'But in my ass is the best.'

I was inclined to agree.



Betting Adventure



Dean and I like to bet.

Last week I lost my first bet to him and his prize was that I would have to do anything that he wanted me to. Sounded pretty innocent to me, after all he and I had done just about everything imaginable, but what he had in store for I would never have even thought of. He let me know ahead of time that I would have to pay up on Saturday night. No problem, sounded like it might be real fun. 

So anyway, Saturday rolls around and it's in the early evening when the doorbell rings. Dean answered it and in walks three of his buddies. Guess he's collecting later. Well that's what I thought. He and his buddies sat at the dining table and just started talking, didn't even seem to notice I was there. I went on about my business, not paying any attention to them at all. This went on about thirty minutes when Dean called to me. I walked into the dining room and stood there waiting. He said nothing at first just sat there looking at me.

"Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"Take off your clothes, all of them, now."

"Now? Your friends are here. I'm not going to do it."

"You lost the bet, now pay up."

"This is what you want me to do, take my clothes off in front of your friends?"

"It's a start."

I stood there unable to say anything. I knew that I had to pay my bet, which was always our agreement, no matter what, we paid. My hands trembled as I began to unbutton my blouse and slowly removed it. I stood there hesitating, thinking he would change his mind.

"Go on."

I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. I stood there in bra and panties, waiting once again. Surely Dean was not really going to make me do this.

"Don't make me say it again."

I was furious at him for making me do this. He knew I hated being forced to do something against my will. I knew he was trying to make the most of him winning a bet at last, but this was too much. Well I wasn't going to do and that was it.

"No."

Almost before the word was out of my mouth he had me over his lap and gave my ass one hell of a smack.

"Are you going do what your told?"

"No."

He smacked my ass harder than before and I have to admit it hurt like hell. He followed that one with another just as hard.

"Now?"

"Yes." I whispered. 

I was furious with him, but I did what I was told. I stripped off my bra and panties and stood there naked.

"Turn around, so everyone can see your pink ass."

I turned slowly then stood there. Not a word was spoken to me.

"She has a nice ass doesn't she?"

Silence.

"Bend over a bit; we want to see some pussy now."

I did as I was told; standing there bent over, my pussy showing off for them.

Then I walked over and started to pick up my clothes.

"What are you doing, we're not done."

I turned around and gave him my most evil look. He was going pay for this one.

"Lay on the floor, on your back."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Fine."

I lay down on the floor, trying to keep from shaking. I was so mad at him I wanted to beat the hell out of him.

"Now bend your knees and spread your legs."

I looked up at him and saw that he had a smirk on his face, he was enjoying every minute of this, but I did as I was told. I bent my knees and opened my legs slightly. 

"Wider. I want your knees flat against the floor. We all want to see your pink little pussy."

I was shaking both from embarrassment and from anger at Dean. I closed my eyes and parted my legs further until my knees were flush with the floor. I lay there, waiting. I had lain there for what felt like a few minutes when Dean got up and walked out of the room. He came back in just a few seconds and handed me my vibe.

"Fuck yourself."

Oh God, he was not going to make me do this. I looked at him, pleading with him silently.

"I said fuck yourself."

I slowly lowered the vibe to my pussy. I was surprised to find myself wet. I hadn't realized that somehow this was turning me on maybe just a little. Dean controlling me like this, making me do as he pleased, forcing me to perform for his friends. I worked my vibe against my clit and as the pleasure rose, a moan escaped my lips.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Um, No."

"Whatever." Dean replied

I tried to tune Dean's friends out and pretend I was lying in bed performing for Dean only. My clit got harder as the vibe hummed against it. I started to wiggle it around and I could not help my hips moving with it.

"I said fuck yourself. We want to see that vibe inside you."

I lowered the vibe and slowly let it slip inside me. I slid it in and out of me a few times, when another moan slipped out. Fuck I did not want them to know I was enjoying this at all.

"Fuck yourself harder."

I shoved the vibe in harder, forcing it all the way in then pulling it out again, then back in. I have to admit, I needed to be fucked and bad. I was working the vibe in and out of my pussy, completely ignoring them when Dean told me to stop.

"I want you on your hands and knees now." And then he handed me a dildo.

"Fuck your pussy with the vibe and stick this in your ass. Fuck your ass too."

By this time, I didn't care what he told me to do; I was willing to do it. I quickly got on all fours and worked the dildo into my pussy first to lube it and then into my ass. I began to fuck my ass slowly at first, sliding the dildo into my ass. Once I had it in, I slipped the vibe into my pussy. The pleasure was incredible. Being double fucked was exciting enough, but knowing I was being watched was too much. I used one hand to work the dildo in and out of my ass while the other was busy fucking my pussy. I was close to Cumming as I fucked my ass and pussy furiously. This was going to be a big cum and I knew it. My back began to arch and I nearly screamed as I started to cum. My pussy and ass clenched at the vibe and dildo at the same time, pulling them deeper into me. When the last wave hit me, I let go of both and let them slip out of me. I lay on my stomach, trying to catch my breath.

"Lick the vibe. Lick your pussy off of it."

I sat up and slipped the vibe into my mouth licking at it, tasting my own pussy on it.

"Suck on it, like it was my cock."

I slipped it into my mouth all the while watching him. He wasn't going to last much longer and I smiled to myself. He was going to need a good fucking after this. I sucked and licked the vibe like I was giving him the blowjob of his life. I let in slide in deeper and deeper. I never was able to deep throat, but I had been practicing lately and I watched as his eyes opened in surprise as the vibe disappeared down my throat. I had almost the whole thing in my mouth, sliding it in and out. I lowered my eyes to his crotch. Yeah he had a hard on, a big one. Bet he was thinking he'd like to have had this vibe be his dick instead. I let the vibe slip out of my mouth and waited for his next command.

Dean was leaned forward in the chair and I thought any second he was going rocket himself across the room to fuck me. But he sat there, his hand slowly stroking his crotch. I noticed his buddies were doing the same. Almost simultaneously, they all unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks. They all started stroking their cocks as I licked at the vibe. My fingers pinching at my nipples, then playing with my pussy. They stood up and surrounded me. 

"Cum on her." Dean said.

I reached up and grab each cock in turn giving them each a quick lick, then taking the head into my mouth, sucking on them just a little bit, my fingers playing with their balls. I laid back and watched as they each continued to get themselves off. It wasn't long before Dean and each of his buddies started to shoot their cum onto me. I opened my mouth and tried to catch some, but most landed on my stomach, tits and face. When they all had finished, I licked some of the cum off my chin. They all flopped down into their chairs and sat there recovering. A few minutes had passed when Dean said, "Time for you guys to leave." Dean's friends got up and left without saying so much as a good bye. I sat on the floor until the front door closed, then got up and walked to the bathroom.

Dean came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

"You don't need a shower now that can wait."

He began to kiss the back of my neck and my shoulders, his hands caressing me gently. I felt him lean against me, his once again hard cock forced against my ass. "God, I need to fuck you right now."

"Did I fulfill my bet?"

"Yes, you did splendidly."



Betting at Pool



We went to the Eagles Club for a drink and some pool. Brandy had driven us there because I had already had a few beers. When we got there drank coffee because she knew I would probably have several more.

Chad was tending bar that night and there were only two other people sitting on the stools. We said hello to everybody and Brandy bought some pull-tabs. Out of the first ten she only won back $2. I told her to get twenty more. That time she won $75. She was happy.

"Want to play pool now?" I asked her.

"Sure," she said as she signed the receipt. I went and racked the balls.

She picked out her cue and chalked it. "What are we betting?" she asked me. This is a game we like to play. I'm a better player than she is, though she has beaten me once in a while. We play 9 Ball, so it is easier for her to win on a lucky shot.

"Let's start with 25," I said. Anybody listening would think we were talking about a money bet. What I was really suggesting, though, was that the loser would receive 25 swats. Brandy is a "spanko". She loves to be spanked and it gets her very excited sexually. Spanking her turns me on, too, so it works out. She agreed to the bet.

We played and she lost. I sipped my beer and thought about paddling her nice broad ass as she racked the balls. Brandy isn't one of those "skinny Minnie's". She has meat on her bones and I love it! When she walked back to the head of the table, I said to her quietly, "How about if we add a blow job to the bet during those swats?"

"What if I win?" she asked.

"Well, then I'll eat you while you give me the 25," I said. I'm not really into being spanked, but I have asked her to do it to give me a little understanding of what it's like. One time it "clicked" and I enjoyed it. Still, I was pretty sure I'd win.

"You're on," she said. I sank the 9 ball on the break. Brandy swore.

Over the course of the next three games I won the chance to extend the spanking to 200 swats. The next game Brandy won 50 back.

I asked her to get me another beer and went to the rest room. When I came back she was pulling another twenty tabs. The other people had disappeared. Chad was standing behind the bar and joking with Brandy. I picked up my beer and watched her a while. When she finished I asked her if she wanted to play some more.

"Why don't you and Chad play?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. I was feeling the beers by then. "I was kind of hoping to double my winnings again. Brandy laughed and then got quiet. I didn't have to wait long to find out what she was thinking.

"Well, you can bet with Chad."

"I was having more fun betting against you," I said. "I can only play Chad for money." We've known Chad a long time. He's single and -- Brandy says -- not bad looking. If he thought we were betting sexual favors, I didn't care. We're married, after all.

"You could bet some of what you won from me," she said with a smile. I had to think about it a second. Then she looked at me and her smile got bigger. I figured it out.

From a couple of things Chad had said in the past, Brandy thought he was into spankings. Brandy had even said she wouldn't mind him spanking her. She has a lot of spanking fantasies -- I knew there were probably a lot of them she hadn't told me about -- and that was one of them. I returned her smile.

Meanwhile Chad was looking back and forth between us asking, "What? What?" He sounded kind of like Vinnie Barbarino in that old show 'Welcome Back Kotter'.

Without taking my eyes from Brandy, I said, "We've been betting spankings. So far Brandy has lost 200 swats. Want to play me for 50 of them?" As I said it I watched Brandy's face get redder and redder. 

She wouldn't look at Chad but I saw her mouth twitch into a smile again when she heard Chad say, "Hell, yeah!" He was grinning broadly.

There it was, out on the table, so to speak. Then Chad stopped and asked, "But what if I lose?"

I grinned at him. "Well, I guess that Brandy gets to give you 50," I said. Chad looked at me with a blank expression for a second. When he saw Brandy's grin he grinned again.

"Well, I don't think I'll lose. I might throw the game, though." Brandy and I hooted at that. It felt weird but it was exciting. I had a mental picture of either scenario in my mind. The idea of watching somebody other than me spanking my wife turned me on since I knew it would turn her on.

On the other hand it turned me on thinking about how much it would turn Brandy on to spank Chad. Either way I'd win. Either way Brandy would win. I felt, too, that either way Chad would win. It was a "win/win/win" situation. The unknown was what might happen after the bet had been paid off. That thought turned me on as well. I suspected it turned Brandy on just as much. Our spanking sessions led, almost without exception to great sex.

Brandy and I had discussed a threesome with another man. I get a great deal of my sexual pleasure from watching hers. Many times it doesn't matter to me whether I reach a climax when we make love because I am satisfied knowing I can give her so much pleasure. While she said she wasn't interested in making it a reality, she admitted the fantasy turned her on. I felt that I would be okay with it -- as long as she was doing it for her own pleasure and not just to make one of my fantasies reality -- it would be really hot to watch (and help) her enjoy another man. 

Since spanking is simply a part of foreplay for her, and since it almost without fail leads to sex, I suspected she was finally giving in to one of her own fantasies. I was all in favor of it. Chad is a good guy and he knows how to keep his mouth shut, like any good bartender.

Anyway, Chad racked the balls. He beat me four straight games. I had lost all of the swats I'd won from Brandy. I looked at her sitting on the stool at the end of the bar. I raised my eyebrows. She knew what I was asking. The only thing left was the blow job I'd won. She gave me a nod.

"Okay, Chad," I said. I took a deep breath and plunged on. "You won almost everything I won from Brandy. She still owes me a blow job though." I waited and watched them both. Chad had a doubting smile on his face as if he couldn't believe what we were offering him. When neither of us said anything he nodded.

"If you guys are okay with it, I sure as hell am okay with it," he said.

"Okay. But if I win you have to bend over for Brandy to give you 50," I said. He just chuckled and said it was okay with him.

I'll never know if he lost on purpose or not. The bottom line is that I won. By then, since it was close to midnight and nobody else had come in, he said he thought he better lock up.

He closed the bar and turned out the lights. The nervousness was mounting fast. We decided to pay the bets off upstairs instead of going to our house. There is a dressing room with a couch up there because the Eagles Club has a theater and they put on shows for the tourists in the summer.

We climbed the stairs with Chad leading the way, Brandy in the middle and me "bringing up the rear" (in spite of the fact that my rear was the only one not in jeopardy that night).

In the room with the couch we all kind of just looked at each other. I took charge. "Okay, Brandy," I said. "Since you're getting the most I think you should go first." She was blushing again.

"No, I think Chad should get his first," she said.

I just shook my head. "If you go first it will be over with," I said. "Then you will know how hard you want to paddle him."

"Oh, I'm gonna wail his ass," she said without realizing -- or maybe she did realize it -- she was telling him he had better wail on hers too.

"Nevertheless, I want you to go first. Remember you lost something else to me tonight. I plan to collect on it while Chad does the "hard work"." To Chad, I said, "Usually when I spank Brandy I have her suck my cock while I do it. Since you'll be doing the spanking I can relax and just enjoy her great oral action," I said. To Brandy I just said, "Lose the pants, Honey."

She hemmed and hawed a bit but soon she was naked from the waist down and leaning over the arm of the couch. I pulled off my pants and got down where she would be able to reach me. I was already hard when my pants hit the floor. Meanwhile Chad had found a ping pong paddle somewhere. I grinned at him when I saw it. "Warm her up with your hand first," I cautioned him. "But, bear in mind that the warm up doesn't count against the total." That brought a grin from Chad and a mock complaint from Brandy.

He took up his position behind her. Brandy took hold of my hard cock and plunged her mouth down on it. Chad watched a second and then I heard (and felt) the first "SLAP" as his hand landed on her wonderful ass. She jerked forward, taking in a bit more of my cock.

So it went. "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP." I felt Brandy relaxing into the reality of the situation as her inner excitement mounted. Chad gave her about fifteen or twenty hand swats. I enjoyed the feeling of Brandy's mouth on me while I watched my wife's ass being punished by another man.

Brandy's face was red and she moaned every three or four swats. I knew from experience that she was probably so turned on she was dripping her juices on the floor. Still the "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP" continued.

Chad's attention was focused on her ass and shaven crotch. His erection was plainly visible in his jeans. He was sweating. After a while I suggested he switch to the paddle. "A ping pong paddle is her favorite, Chad," I told him. Brandy groaned around my cock.

He laid the paddle on. The sound of the slapping on her flesh got sharper. Now it was more of a "CRACK!" Brandy squirmed and started letting out little squeaks and whimpers. Then she let out a yell and I knew she was climaxing. After that she devoted enough attention to sucking me that I began to near my climax.

By the time Chad had given her about 75 with the paddle I yelled out that I was going to cum. Brandy took as much of my length in as she could and the swats continued as I filled her mouth with my semen. Chad paused in his punishment to let her adjust to it. Brandy groaned and waved her hand vaguely in the air behind her. I couldn't believe it! She was asking him to keep it up; to keep spanking her! I knew she was extremely turned on. The proof was that once more her voice rose into a yell. She'd had her second orgasm, just from the spanking and sucking me!

Chad returned to paddling her ass. "CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!" went the paddle on Brandy's glowing cheeks. When I finished my orgasm I pulled out of Brandy's mouth and slid back on the couch. I hoped somebody was counting because I'd lost the count I'd started. Then I decided it didn't really matter how many swats she got. It was all good.

Chad stopped. He was as red in the face as Brandy was and the sweat was dripping down his face. I stood up and moved so I could reach Brandy's crotch. I slid a finger along her slit. She was wetter than I'd ever seen her. I licked my fingers and looked at Chad. I angled my head. He got it. He repeated what I'd done. I didn't know if Brandy knew that it was his finger stroking her pussy, but I didn't think she cared one way or the other. She was so hot that she just moaned and moved her hips in a slow side to side movement.

"How many was that, Honey?" I asked her.

"More. I think I should get some more," she croaked. Her head was down on the couch cushion and her voice was muffled. I took the paddle from Chad and gave him a waving motion, like an usher showing someone to a seat. I was inviting him to take the place I'd just left. His eyes got big and I just grinned and nodded. He didn't waste any time shucking out of his jeans and underwear.

His cock stuck out straight from his groin. Unlike Brandy and me, he still wore a thick cloud of pubic hair. He gingerly sat on the couch and moved carefully closer to Brandy's head. She grabbed his hard cock like she was starving and wasted no time in plunging her mouth down on it.

I knelt behind my wife. I licked her slit and her puckered ass hole. She gasped. I licked the juices that were oozing out of her and running down her legs. Then I got to my feet and brought the paddle down with a louder "CRACK!" than Chad had given her. She moaned. "I recognize that swat!" she yelped, jerking her mouth off poor Chad. "Spank me good, Honey," she said before taking Chad's cock in her mouth again.

I only gave her twenty swats or so. Watching her suck Chad's cock turned me on so much that I got hard again quickly. I dropped the paddle to the floor and moved closer to her. I lubricated my cock by sliding it up and down her slit. I didn't really need to do that, though because she was almost pouring out her juices.

In seconds I was slamming into her from behind as she slurped and licked at Chad's hard cock. Just before he flooded her throat with his cum Brandy climaxed again. That sent me into my own orgasm. With all three of us moaning and groaning it sounded like an erotic chorus.

I let my cock slip from Brandy's sweet, hot depths. My legs were shaking. Chad pulled his softening prick from her mouth and turned to lean against the back of the couch. Brandy stood shakily and I helped her to sit next to Chad. I took a seat on Brandy's other side. None of us said anything for a long time. It was the most awkward situation I'd ever experienced.

I looked down at myself. I looked at Brandy and Chad. We all still wore our shirts but we were also all naked from the waist down. Suddenly the situation felt comical to me. I chuckled. They started to do the same. In seconds we were all laughing almost hysterically at ourselves. The laughter dispelled the awkwardness.

When the laughter died off, Brandy Sat up and said, "Oh!"

"'Oh!' what?" I asked her.

"There's still one bet that needs to be collected." I thought about it a second and then it dawned on me. I had forgotten it because it didn't involve me. Chad "owed" Brandy 50 swats. I looked over at him and he was blushing.

"I was kind of hoping you'd forget," he admitted.

"Not a fucking chance," Brandy said, grinning. "Your turn to bend over, Boy!" she said. Chad's blush deepened.

This was something new for me. I had let Brandy spank me a couple of times and enjoyed it. I always enjoyed spanking her. I'd watched videos of other people getting spanked and enjoyed those. I looked again at Chad and then let my gaze drop to his lap. His cock was getting hard again. He was obviously ready!

I stood up and Brandy followed. She reached her hand down and Chad took it. She pulled him to his feet. I stepped back and she led him to the end of the couch. Using her hands on his shoulders she positioned him and pushed him gently forward. He made a show of reluctance but his cock said differently. It was completely erect by then.

He turned his head to look up at me. "I'm not giving you a blow job, though," he said.

I snapped my fingers and said, "I knew there was something I forgot to include in that bet!" Brandy laughed and frowned at me at the same time. She stroked Chad's hairy butt and then slapped it lightly as if experimenting. Before she stepped back she leaned in and rubbed her hips against his ass in a lewd manner.

"That's one," Chad said. We laughed again.

Brandy only gave him 5 swats to warm him up. "I think you're hot enough as it is," she said. Then she knelt behind him and picked up the paddle. She grinned at me and gave him a pinch. He jumped. She brought the paddle down with a sharp "SMACK!" Chad jerked but he didn't make a sound.

I watched her spank him. She was having fun. I wondered if she wore the same expression the few times I'd let her spank me. I looked at Chad's closed eyes and wondered what he was feeling and thinking. As she spanked him, I noticed that his legs moved apart more with every few swats. I think he wanted her to pay some attention, either to his cock or his ass hole, but I didn't say anything.

It turned me on to watch, just because they were both enjoying themselves. Chad's hard cock was jammed against the side of the couch and he grunted after a particularly hard swat. I don't know if they counted. I know I didn't. After a while Brandy just dropped the paddle. Incredibly, I watched my wife bring her mouth down to his ass. She parted his cheeks with her hands and gave his ass hole a big lick before going in for some more intricate analingus! Chad groaned and clutched the cushions of the couch. When she stopped and looked at me I grinned at her. Chad got stiffly to his feet. He rubbed his bright red butt and gave Brandy a comical frown, but it was clear he was operating at a very high "turn on" level..

I kissed Brandy. She looked at me with a satisfied expression. She turned and kissed Chad just as hard as she had me. I knew there was only one thing left -- and it hadn't been in the bets. Still, I wouldn't have felt right about leaving Chad high and dry. I got up and picked up my pants and underwear. I walked toward the door. Before I went out I turned around and said, "Honey, I don't think you should leave Chad that hard now. It's only fair that you finish what you started." Brandy looked at Chad's thick hard on and then at his face. She looked back at me. I winked at her before I walked out. I went back downstairs and got dressed.

I was really okay with it all. I stepped behind the bar and snagged another beer. It was illegal, but I was really thirsty and I doubted whether Chad would mind. I took it back to where someone looking in the window couldn't see me and sipped it and waited. Upstairs I heard voices for a few seconds and then silence. After a while I heard some solid thumping sounds. Then I heard the familiar sound of Brandy reaching another orgasm.

Ten minutes later they came down with their clothes on. They looked at me. When I smiled they returned it. Chad let us out the door. Before he closed it Brandy leaned over and kissed him a real kiss. We said our good nights and Brandy drove us home. She held my hand all the way. 



Betting Her Ass



On the night my wife Rachel and I first tried out anal sex, I clearly remember thinking to myself, Yes! I'm gonna fuck the shit outa you, no pun intended.

It was a warm Saturday night. I remember that because I had to take the trash out after dinner, and as soon as I stepped outside, I was swamped by hungry mosquitoes, the little bastards. Anyway, we were watching a movie together. She was sitting to my left with her head pillowed on my shoulder, and my arm was thrown about her in the kind of way that speaks of easy intimacy. 

The movie wasn't particularly a good one; I don't even remember what it is now. There was this one scene where the guy was slowly undressing the girl, who had gorgeous tits. I do remember that. Hah, guess what they say about us piggish men is true. There is always one thing on our mind. 

So he was undressing her, licking and nibbling on her skin. I could feel myself getting hard as those gorgeous tits were revealed. They weren't particularly big or anything, but perfectly formed and as pink as virgin rose petals. My wife glanced down at me and gave me a lopsided grin. 

"Well, I can certainly tell what's on your mind, Colin," she said offhandedly.

I just shrugged. I have no shame in admitting that I was turned on. In fact, my wife loves it when I tell her I want to fuck other women. She says it makes her feel powerful knowing I'd never cheat on her and knowing that I'm all hers. Guess I'm just lucky. 

I let my left hand slip down her shoulder and caressed her breast through her shirt. "She may have gorgeous tits," I said, squeezing a bit harder, fingers finding the nipple and tweaking it playfully, "but these are the closest gorgeous tits to me. I guess they'll have to do."

"Have to do?" she asked, raising one eyebrow. "I'll show you, Mister." 

"Oh yeah?" I asked. All the while, my hand continued its gentle teasing of her breast, manipulating the yielding flesh and eliciting a soft gasp from my wife. "What do you plan on showing me?" 

Her hands came up and caught mine. "I wanna try something new, something that'll excite you."

I snorted. "You excite me."

"Oh don't give me that fake bullshit," she said. "We both know you're just saying what you think you're supposed to say."

I laughed and easily broke her grip, returning my attentions to her breast. The nipple had hardened by now, standing at full attention. My wife has amazing breasts. They are 38C's, and though not huge, they are definitely perky and delectable. I continued stroking her through the fabric of her shirt, fingers alternating between squeezing, pinching, and circling like a hungry predator. "Fine. What is this new thing you want to try?" 

"I want you to finally have what you've been asking me for."

My mind quickly cycled through a multitude of scenarios and then I asked, "You want anal sex?" 

"I've been reading into it ever since you brought it up, and I think we should at least try it."

A slow smile, all teeth and ravenous need found its way onto my face. "You do know how to take my mind off other girls," I murmured, leaning in close and kissing her on the neck. My teeth nipped her flesh, just hard enough to draw out a small whimper before I soothed away the pain with long and teasing caresses of my tongue that I knew would immediately fill her mind with thoughts of me eating her pussy.

"Baby," she half moaned. 

But I was all fired up now. I don't usually exert my strength over my wife, but tonight was one of those nights where I just didn't care. I slipped my arms around her and pulled her to her feet, grinding my hard cock into the accommodating flesh of her stomach. "Do you want it?" I asked, suddenly changing from an assholeish guy to a dominant master.

"Yes," she breathed. "I want you to fuck me in my ass." 

I absolutely love it when she talks dirty to me. It's the quickest turn on for me when a girl speaks with such crude language, especially when I know that layered atop that bluntness is a thick coating of sophistication. 

"I want your hard cock pushing into my tight little ass, baby," she continued, knowing it was what I wanted. She locked her hands behind my back and rubbed herself against me. I could feel her every curve, from breasts to hips to the inversion between her thighs. 

I laced my fingers about her ass and lifted her. Naturally, her legs came about my waist so that I could feel the heat of her pussy against my hard cock. By then, I was already so hard that I could've burst, but I wanted to savour this and the following moments. With her still wrapped about me like pretty paper on a Christmas present, I turned from the still-running TV and walked down the hall to our bedroom. 

"I got you a present," Rachel said as we stumbled into the bedroom. 

"You mean there's more?" I asked, intermittently speaking and kissing her lips, nose, throat, and the tops of her breasts all the while. 

"No it's all part of the plan," she said. "Put me down, you big bastard." 

"But you feel so good right here," I complained. 

Then she gave me the sexiest smile I think I have ever seen. Her lips sorted pouted out, and I could see just the barest hint of teeth and the tip of her pink tongue. "It'll feel even better when you slide into my ass, baby," she purred. 

I have never put anything down as quickly as I put her down. One second she was in my arms, twined about me like ivy on a tree, and the next she was on the floor, staggering from the suddenness of my motion. 

"Well then," she said, before turning and moving over to her side of the bed. She bent down, giving me a good view of what I was about to plunge into. Rachel's ass was simply amazing. It was round, firm, and fat. She loved it when I spanked her. I felt like a young teenager again about to have sex for the first time and frankly didn't give a shit. She rummaged around in her drawers for a moment before pulling out a bottle of KY jelly. Turning back to me, she lifted a hand as if to forestall any motion I might make and began to undress. 

One of her tiny hands dropped down her front, grazing over her breasts, running down her flat stomach, and then down one long thigh to the hem of her nightshirt. Up it came, fabric clenched between her fingers, revealing inch by excruciating inch of flawless creamy skin. When the garment reached the level of her neck, she gave a small giggle, a shimmy of the hips to draw my attention back down to her panties, and flipped the shirt up and over her head. Tossing it aside, she began to undo the clasps of her bra. Her breasts spilled out as if glad for the freedom. Both her nipples were hard and seemed to point right at me. I knew they were begging to be sucked. With the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, Rachel reached back down and began rolling her panties off her legs. She stepped out completely naked before me and made a small turn, letting me get a good look at her. 

"Do you like what you see?" she asked coquettishly. 

"Let me show you," I said, and started forward.

But Rachel held up a hand and shook her head. She came towards me as I came to a reluctant stop. She was totally bare save for the bottle of jelly in her hand, and that sight excited me more than it ever had before.

She kissed me first, hot and passionate, her tongue slipping into my mouth and twirling with my own before I asserted dominance and forced my own tongue into her mouth. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue over the roof of her mouth and then twined with her in a slowly sensual dance. She moaned softly. I growled with need, but still, she would not let me touch her with my hands.

Rachel finally broke the kiss and then knelt down before me. She gazed up at me and then began to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. My cock sprung free through the slit in my boxer shorts as the pair of jeans fell about my ankles. She tugged them down too, and I aided by stepping free of the clothes. 

Then she took me into her mouth, making a hungry growling sound as if wanting... no, needing my hardness in her mouth. She slurped my cock into her mouth, seemingly to inhale the entirety of me in one breath. I could feel her tongue working on the underside of me, lapping and slipping about before she pulled back and circled the tip with her lips. Taking me back in with one long and unbroken motion, Rachel wetted my cock with her mouth, teased me with her teeth, and nearly made me cum three times. 

I had locked my hands in her hair, tugging hard on the soft tresses as she fucked my cock with her mouth. She moaned and yelped, the vibration of every sound traveling from my cock into my body like jolts of electricity. Finally, she pulled back, lips moistened, eyes wide with desire. 

Rachel turned quickly, positioning her upper torso over the edge of the bed. She uncapped the bottle of KY and dripped a dollop of it onto her right hand. Reaching back, she slowly rubbed the cream into her ass, fingers probing gently. The sight of that, my wife on her knees, bent over at such a vulnerable angle, her own fingers slowly seeking her hole and spreading it wide for me made my head spin.

Then she reached even further back and grabbed my already-wet cock, smearing the rest of the jelly onto me. That touch was like fire, scorching me where she touched, the cool cream contrasting sharply against the heat of my need.

"Fuck me, Colin," she whimpered. "I want that cock now. Slide into my hot little ass. It's waiting for you, baby. Fuck me. Give me every inch."

I needed no further prompting. 

Gripping her by the hips as I so often did when I fucked her doggystyle, I positioned my cock at the entrance of her spread cheeks and then rocked forward powerfully.

The first thrust felt like heaven, an extremely tight and glorious heaven.

I could feel her inner muscles squeezing my cock like a vice. The resistance was great, muscles working to expel me, but the cream and my own snapping thrust sending me deeper. 

Rachel moaned, screamed her pain and pleasure into the mattress, but even through that she managed to vocalize her need to be fucked. 

I slid back to the point where I was threatening to slip right out of her, but before that could happen, I reversed my motion and plunged back into her. I felt myself enter more deeply this time, feeling her spread even wider at my intrusion. My fingers clamped hard into the sides of her hips as I pulled her back to meet my next thrust. She was so tight and so slick at the same time. 

"Rub that clit while I fuck your hot ass," I said, voice a ragged growling shadow. 

She obeyed instantly, reaching down with her right hand and plunging her fingers into her pussy. I could tell she was wet from the slick sounds of her flesh as she parted those juicy lips. The thought made me even hotter and harder. 

I slid in and out of Rachel's fat ass, my hips moving at counterpoint to the gentle sounds of her fingers' constant motion. I could already feel the pressure of my climax approaching. So I gritted my teeth hard, held it off as best I could. 

As I fucked Rachel's little hole, I leaned over her and bit down on the back of her left shoulder. My teeth left deep marks in her flesh. She screamed out in pain, pleasure, a blend of the two driving me even more furiously into her. It was hot, primal, not an act of love at all, but one of sheer visceral mating in which two creatures sought nothing but that momentary pleasure which would seem to last for an eternity. 

Then, Rachel came.

She let loose with half a scream, half a moan. I felt every inner muscle spasm and contract around me as she came. I had never felt her orgasm like this before, and it triggered my own climax. In a gush, my cum spilled from my cock and into her ass. So much of it came out that it spilled down the backs of her thighs. And all that time, she was moaning, gasping, whimpering and calling my name. 

When we finally came back to earth, I was spent, utterly exhausted as I had never been. 

"Wow," she breathed out. 

"Wow good, or wow bad?" I asked, my own voice hoarse.

"Just... wow. So fucking intense..."

"I know. I was there," I said lamely.

Slowly, reluctantly, I pulled myself from her cum-dripping ass and pulled her up to face me. "So what did you think?" 

"They just don't do it justice, Colin," she said. "Not at all." 

"So," I began, "does that mean you want to do it more in the future?" 

She gave me that same lopsided grin that I loved so much. "You can bet your ass... or my ass, that is, on it." 

I laughed, and we shared a kiss.



Betting On A Sure Thing



I had just finished my freshman year of college, having somehow existed through months of frustration. My grades were excellent but my sex life was a failure. With hormones pumping throughout my body at breakneck speed, and a goodly amount of attractive girls running around campus suffering with the same condition, one would have thought that I would have connected with at least one member of the opposite sex. Alas, it did not come to pass. I was heading home without any good stories to tell to my old high school buddies and especially my best friend, George Simmons. Before leaving for college, we had made a bet, wagering one hundred dollars on the best sexual encounter we would have before seeing each other again. George had always been lucky with the girls in high school, and I was sure that he would have one hell of a story ready for me when I saw him. I had had a few backseat car adventures with a rubber covering my cock at high school too, but this was college. This was different and I had nothing to tell him. Honor being utmost to our story, I had resigned myself to loosing this bet. That was until Mrs. Simmons called and talked to my mom. 

Mrs. Simmons and my mom go way back. They had been best friends when they were young and had somehow ended up living very close to each other, one block to be exact, after marriage. Pregnancies seemed to have been planned also, leading to my friendship with George. Naturally, living so close and parents knowing each other had made frequent visits to each other's house the norm. Mrs. Simmons had always treated me well, never minding my presence. George's father had a good job with an investment firm, so his mom didn't have to work. Instead, she had devoted her life to pleasing the kids of the neighborhood. Having spent so much time with the area kids had seemed to stop the aging process for Mrs. Simmons. 

While my mom and the rest of the mothers of the surrounding homes got older in their actions and appearance, George's mom stayed as fresh and as young as my first clear memories of her. She would play baseball and football with the boys, getting dirtier than most of us. She even took a bunch of us camping once and did a better job than any of the fathers ever did. She was voted "Best Mom in Town" by all of the boys we hung around with. She had also won a vote that George never knew about. The rest of the boys in the neighborhood had unofficially elected her in a secret ballot, "Prettiest Mom in the World." Mrs. Simmons blew all of the other moms away in that vote. You know, it's hard to vote against your own mother in a beauty contest, but no other mother even got one vote. Thinking back, she reminded me of that physical fitness guru Denise Austin. She was blond, beautiful, fit and trim, and bubbly. A little while after Mrs. Simmons and my mom had finished their chat, I learned how blond, and how beautiful, and how bubbly she remained. 

My mother talked with Mrs. Simmons for quite a few minutes and then relayed the expected message from George to me. He had arrived home a couple of days earlier and couldn't wait to see me. Seeing me wasn't what he wanted. Money was. I had known George all of my life and he couldn't wait to brag about himself. It was a quality his mom had always hated but had no control over. She blamed it on her husband, saying that it was a fault that almost drove them apart. She would always say, "Why can't you be like your friend Paul. He doesn't need to brag." She warned him that, "bragging would get him in trouble some day or lead to something that no one would be able to control." I'd get embarrassed as she put her arm around my shoulders as she said this, but I also liked the soft touch and smell of her skin when it happened. 

Unfortunately, due to my lack of sexual activity at college, I was now in store for another round of boasting from George. Mrs. Simmons had told my mom that George would be leaving for the day quite soon, and that I should come over as soon as possible. I left as soon as I could, wanting to get this entire episode of my life over with. Little did I know that Mrs. Simmons would make me want this day in my life to never end while she helped me win my bet with George. 

Summer had taken hold with a vengeance this year, with heat and humidity reigning and showing no signs of abdication. I put on a pair of cut-offs and tank-top and headed for George's house. Memories of my youth flooded my mind as I walked; fun and worriless summers seemingly so far away now. I didn't have a job lined up and I was going over my friends' house to lose one hundred bucks. As I walked around to the back door, which was my old and familiar entrance to the Simmons' house, a slight feeling of depression began to fill my body. I knew that I would have to endure the usual spouting off by George, as he would wallow in his own self-proclaimed glory. Most of his other shortcomings were easy to overlook, but I just could not take his arrogance, just as his mother couldn't. At that moment, I would have done anything to change the outcome of our bet. I would have sold my soul to the devil for just one wild incident with a girl. I walked through the unlocked door, just as I had done thousands of times before. The familiar aromas that one becomes accustomed to with frequent exposure eased the tension I felt throughout my entire body. I quickly recognized the smells of their kitchen, the fresh linen in the laundry room, and the soft perfume that Mrs. Simmons always wore. I called out as I seated myself at the kitchen table. 

"Hello," I said. "It's me, Paul."

I waited for George's piercing voice to fill my ears, but it never came. Instead, the pleasant voice of Mrs. Simmons chimed from somewhere down the hall. I heard her light footsteps before I saw her.

"Hi Paul," she said happily. "It's just me. You missed George. He just left."

"Oh," I said with little enthusiasm. "I came as soon as I could."

"Well," she answered as she approached the table. "You don't have to sound so disappointed that it's only me here to greet you. I thought you might be a little more pleased to hear my voice instead of George's."

"I'm sorry," I said as I got up from the table. "It's nice to see you again Mrs. Simmons. It's been a long year. How are you doing?"

"Well," she said as she came over to give me a hug and quick kiss on the cheek. "That's a little better. I'm doing just fine. It looks as if college life suits you just fine Paul. Seems that you've grown a bit more from last time I saw you."

She stood back and took a good, long look at me. It was as if she were sizing me up, preparing to buy me and take me home. I took the opportunity to evaluate Mrs. Simmons too. As usual, she had not changed one bit, still resembling a vibrant Denise Austin. She still looked as young as when we played our games together with the rest of the kids some ten years ago. She was wearing a pair of shorts that came to the middle of her thighs. Even though she was a year or two older than my mother, she was probably sixty pounds lighter. Had my mom been wearing those shorts, flesh would have been exploding from beneath the hem. On Mrs. Simmons however, there was more than enough space to put a hand up inside between the material and her skin. Her legs were tanned and trim, muscles still as visible as they had always been when she ran the bases during our backyard baseball games. She wore a loose fitting shirt, the top two buttons undone in a vain attempt to stem the heat of the day. Mrs. Simmons must have been working pretty hard around the house because her sweat had stained a good portion of her shirt. Beads of moisture that had probably collected on the inside surface of her tits had succumbed to gravity and rolled down the middle of her chest. A large dark area of wetness discolored the stomach area of her shirt. Patches of darkness also marked the underside of her tits, allowing her bra to be quite visible through her shirt. 

"Would you like a glass of iced tea Paul?" she asked as she made her way towards the refrigerator. "I've been doing some work around the house and I've been sweating my ass off."

"Sure Mrs. Simmons," I answered as I watched her walk away. 

A dark stain of wetness had created a thick line of discoloration right down the middle of the back of her shorts. Material had gathered into the crack of her ass, defining the round and firm shape of her cheeks. As she opened the door and bent down to get the container of tea, her shorts fought to ride up. Friction, caused by the heat of the day and her body, was finally overcome. Her shorts sprung up as if launched from a catapult, sticking to the alluring underside of her ass. When she stood up, her shorts stayed where they were. Automatically, she reached around with her arm, pushing the index finger of her right hand under the legs of her shorts and pulling them down. Maybe she had forgotten that I was sitting there, but when she turned around she didn't seem to realize what she had done. She continued to talk to me as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. We sat and sipped on the cold drinks as we informed each other about of lives over the past year. Even though we were only sitting, sweat soon began to spill out of our pores. Mrs. Simmons didn't have the air-conditioning on in the house. She said that it was her way of keeping her weight down. She'd put the air on before her husband came home. She said that she had grown accustomed to the heat and that she didn't mind sweating.

"In fact," she said leaning over and talking softly, as if someone else might hear, "now that George is away at college and his father is at work, I can walk around with little or no clothes on. I just have to make sure that the curtains are pulled."

She gave me a little wink when she told me this and the thought of seeing Mrs. Simmons walking around, wearing only a bra and panties, or maybe nothing at all, entered my mind. Sure, I had seen her in bikini bathing suits when they had thrown pool parties, but that was different. Dressing like that was expected. Undressing in order to stay cool, when someone might unexpectedly visit or see, was exciting, adventuress. The more I thought of it, the more normal it seemed that Mrs. Simmons would be the type of woman to do something like that. She was different from all of the other moms around. And, she had a body that really didn't need clothes. During those pool parties, she was the only mother that would dare wear a bikini.

"I'll be sure to visit unannounced during our next heat wave," I said jokingly.

"You be sure to do that Paul," she said laughing. "The weatherman says that tomorrow is going to be even hotter."

We both giggled at our little flirtatious banter, but I did feel somewhat strange that she played along so willingly. She refilled our glasses and we talked some more. I always felt comfortable with her, more comfortable than with girls my own age. I had no need to be someone I wasn't. With her I was Paul, not some superman that someone else wanted me to be. As Mrs. Simmons finished her second glass of tea, she got up from the table fanning herself.

"Stay here, would you Paul?" she said. "I've been working all morning and I must look and smell horrible. I need to take a shower. I'll only be a few minutes. Have some more tea and I'll be right back."

She turned quickly and made her way down the hall before I had a chance to answer. I heard doors opening and closing and then the soft footfalls of Mrs. Simmons' bare feet on the hardwood floor of the hall as she made her way to the bathroom. I leaned over and thought I caught a quick glimpse of her naked leg glide into the bathroom.

"Did she still have her clothes on, or was she naked?" I wondered to myself. "Nah. Just your imagination."

The thought of going up to the bathroom door, which was left slightly ajar by George's mother to let the steam escape, and peeking inside entered my brain. I might be able to see Mrs. Simmons' naked body through the frosted glass of the shower stall. Even with a distorted view, I was sure that she would look beautiful. Fear of getting caught kept my ass glued to my chair. That fear, however, didn't stop my cock from getting hard. An uncomfortable bend soon formed in my shorts as the thought of Mrs. Simmons' naked body, only a few steps away behind an unlocked door, filled my mind's eye. The bet with George and the lost money were a million miles away. Finally, after about twenty minutes, which to me was quite a long shower, the water stopped. I crammed my mind with other thoughts, trying to deflate the rigid pole I had between my legs. I heard Mrs. Simmons humming to herself as I awaited her return. I turned my back to the hallway, not wanting her to think that I was trying to see her as she came out. Time seemed to drag as the sound of her hair dryer droned from within the bathroom. Finally, the dryer was turned off and I heard the bathroom door creak as it opened. I expected to hear her footsteps head towards her bedroom, but instead they came towards the kitchen. Her bare feet padded on the linoleum floor as she approached the table. As I turned, I saw Mrs. Simmons standing across the table from me with a wide smile across her face. She was only wearing a soft, pink-colored, satin robe. It came down to just above her knees, her smooth tanned legs and bare feet seemed to dangle from underneath, as if she were just floating there. A satin belt was tied around her waist, amplifying the curves of her torso. The cleavage of her soft breasts was only slightly visible. However, the round, full size of each tit was clearly defined, as the satin material of the robe seemed to adhere to each of them. I was only slightly aware of the sound I made as I gulped a large volume of hot, thick air into my lungs. I was totally unaware of the unhidden bulge that had quickly reappeared in my shorts. Even the uncomfortable bend in my cock couldn't stir me from my shocked stupor.

Without saying a word, Mrs. Simmons made her way around the table to where I sat. In one easy, fluid motion, she easily lifted her body onto the table and sat right in front of me. Had I been more conscious, I would have watched intently as she mounted the table, hoping to get a very good look at what was between her legs. Unfortunately, blind shock had gripped my senses. She now sat in front of me with her legs closed, knees held tightly together. Even so, with the hem of the robe now located in the middle of her thighs, I could easily make out the soft blond hairs that sprouted between her legs. She leaned towards me, her tits pitching slightly forward. The top of her robe opened slightly and the soft, white, inner portions of her tits became visible. Had the muscles of my eyes been any weaker, I'm sure that they would have fallen out of their sockets and down the front of her robe. Finally, the pounding of my heart, and the exerted efforts of my lungs to bring oxygen to my numbed brain, woke me from my daze. As I looked up into Mrs. Simmons' dark blue eyes, I heard her speak.

"Now what's this I hear about a bet between you and George?" she asked.

"Huh?" was all that came out of my mouth.

"Wake up Paul," she said, as she reached out all held my chin softly in her hand. "You and George made a bet. I overheard him talking…gloating to someone on the phone. He said that he was going to take you for a hundred bucks." She let go of my chin and leaned back on the table, resting on her hands. The top of the skirt portion of her robe pulled up higher on her thighs, making the view to her pubic hairs even better. She showed no disquiet about her exposure and continued to talk as if nothing was wrong. "I heard him say something about making out with a girl. Best story wins. Am I close, or what? Tell me Paul. Does it have to do with having sex with a girl? Is he going to win? Tell me he isn't Paul. Tell me you've got a better story. I don't want to her him bragging about how he took you for a hundred bucks all summer. Tell me Paul. Tell me you'll win."

"Well," I said, sounding very embarrassed about having to tell her that George would win. Here I was, sitting and looking up the robe of my friend's mother, gazing at the pubic hairs between her legs, and I didn't feel bad about that. However, having to tell her that her son would win a bet from me had me wanting to crawl under a rock. 

She listened intently as I told her about the bet. A full range of expressions appeared on her face as she listened to all of my attempts and failures throughout my school year. She laughed frequently, even though I didn't think that all of my efforts were that funny. Her tits were jostled by her expressed amusement and I watched her nipples harden as they rubbed against the satin material of her robe. I could tell, however, that her mind was working, thought processes setting sights on a solution to my dilemma. I don't know why, but I didn't recognize that she considered the bet to be her problem as well. I forgot that she had to live with George, and his boasting could be relentless. When I had finished with my account, she sat back up and folded her hands on her lap. I found that I had relaxed too, not feeling as uncomfortable as I had been when she first came into view after her shower. Even my cock had relaxed, although I could still tell that a larger that normal amount of blood was being pumped through its arteries. Ultimately, a smile that conveyed a sense of triumph became visible on the face of Mrs. Simmons. She leaned towards me once again, and as she spoke, I noticed for the first time how large and full her lips were. Each word seemed to be erotically released for my visual enjoyment. I thought that I could watch her talk for hours; mesmerized by the shapes her lips would take on with every word she spoke.

"Tell me Paul," she began. "What would you say if I told you that I might know a girl that may be willing to help you win this bet?" 

"Huh?" was my response once again.

"I'm sure I know someone that would enjoy seeing you beat George at his own game," she continued, excitement building in her voice. "She'd love to see George have to eat his words. You should have heard him talking to his friend over the phone Paul. He already had your money in his pocket. Said there was no way he could lose this bet with you. That's why he made it. Listen Paul. If there's a way to beat him, you've got to take it. Believe me, I wouldn't suggest this if I didn't think it would work. I have a picture of the girl and I'm sure she'll be more than willing to help. All you have to do is agree. Let me get the picture. Once you see her picture, you won't be able to say no. Wait here. I'll be right back."

In an instant, she was down off of the table. Any attempts at refusal would have fallen on deaf ears. The slapping sound of her feet rapidly hitting the oak floor of the hall quickly faded as she made her way into her bedroom. I turned my stare to where she had been sitting on the table. A distinct image of the round shape of her ass was visible on the thick sheet of glass that covered the table. A representation, created by moisture from her damp body, was displayed in front of me. Slowly, regrettably, the image disappeared. I leaned towards it, wishing that it would remain, when I noticed a small pool of water in the middle of the image. Undeniably, it had dripped out of her cunt, from somewhere within that hidden hole where her most desirable essence lay. Closer examination revealed the presence of two pubic hairs. I reached out with both hands, picking one hair up with each. I brought them close to my eyes, fascinated by their coiled shape and soft blond color; the same color of the hair on Mrs. Simmons' head. I put them both into my pocket, praying that I would be able to find them later when I went home. 




Betting On A Sure Thing



The sound of a drawer closing loudly and the echo of Mrs. Simmons' bare feet once more alighting on the floor made my heart skip a beat. Her unbridled enthusiasm radiated hope, curtailing even my thoughts of certain defeat. She came over to me carrying a large book that I recognized as my high school yearbook. She had her finger inside, marking the page that she wanted to open it to. As she moved, I noticed that her robe was not as tightly closed as it had once been. Her hurried movements had opened the front quite a bit. Below her satin belt, the flaps of her robe had spread apart and exposed a large portion of her upper thigh. Sure, I had seen more when she had worn her bikini, but this was different. Skin, which was supposed to be hidden was now uncovered for my eyes to see. When she leaned over to place the book in front of me, the upper portion of her robe hung loosely down. Her right tit, which was the furthest one away from me, was totally revealed. It was more pointed than I had expected, crowned by a very hard nipple. Unconcerned with what part of her body I might see next, she opened the book to the page she had found and pointed at a picture. It was an action snapshot of a cheerleader. A wide, enthusiastic smile graced her face as she seemed to be hanging in mid-air. Her attractive legs were spread wide apart as she held her pom-poms high above her head. Adequate breasts, which would still grow in size, distorted the name of our school. To say that I was pleasantly surprised by Mrs. Simmons' choice was a great understatement.

"How would you like her to help you out Paul?" she asked with pride.

"You're kidding. You mean to tell me that she might be willing to…you know…help me…I mean…" I stammered.

"Yes Paul," she replied. "I'm sure that this girl would do anything to see George have to eat his words. It's something she's waited for all of her life."

"Who is she?" I asked, not recognizing her. "She doesn't look familiar, even though she went to school with me."

"Look harder Paul," she replied. "You've known her all of your life, but…she didn't go to school with you."

I looked at Mrs. Simmons with a puzzled stare and then focused on the girls picture once more. Suddenly I realized that her cheerleader uniform was outdated. I searched the page for the date of the yearbook, finding it at the top corner. As my eyes focused on the date, I blinked as 1977 came into view. The book was 24 years old, 5 years older than me. In fact, that was a year before my mother graduated from high school. I felt a tightening in my chest as I looked back at the girls' picture. I noticed a blackness start to grow at my peripheral vision and I was soon looking through a black tunnel. I zoomed in on her image, concentrating on her face. Her blond hair and large lips took my breath away. I pulled my vision down to the bottom of the picture, looking for the printed caption. I quickly found it, just above Mrs. Simmons' left hand, the hand that had a diamond and wedding band on its ring finger. I read what I dared not.

"Jennifer Dietz cheerfully shows her school spirit!"

Even in my debilitated state, my brain continued to work somewhat. Jennifer! That was Mrs. Simmons' first name, but I couldn't recall her maiden name. However, I knew that she was part German, and Dietz did have a European ring to it. I felt sweat rolling down my chest as I slowly turned my gaze up towards Mrs. Simmons' face. A delighted smile greeted me as she realized that I knew it was her picture in the yearbook. I pushed my chair away from the table, trying to get as far away from the picture as I could. Even though Mrs. Simmons' robe was barely covering her well-shaped body, I didn't look at anything else but her eyes. A distinct expression of devilish bliss glittered within the dark blue pools that stared back at me.

"It's you," I said, pointing at the book and then at Mrs. Simmons, and then back at the book again.

"That's right," she said matter-of-factly. "Great idea, Huh?"

"No!" I said loudly. "No way!"

"Yes Paul," she replied softly. "Yes."

"You're crazy," I said, trying to laugh. "You on some drugs or something?"

"No Paul, I'm thinking very clearly. Who better than me?"

"No," was all I could think of saying.

"Who else is going to help you?" she asked.

"No."

"You'll never find anyone else in such short time."

"No."

"I want to see you win more than anything."

"No."

"Do you want to lose a hundred dollars?"

"No. I mean yes. I mean…I don't know anything anymore."

Mrs. Simmons took a step towards me. I pushed my seat back again, not realizing that I had been pushing it back with every no I had said. I slammed into the cabinets and waited until Mrs. Simmons finally reached me. As she squatted down next to me, the front of her robe draped over the outsides of her legs, revealing her entire crotch to me. She had her legs spread wide apart for balance, as she rested her ass on the heels of her feet. Although I was in a somewhat panicked state, the sight of the slit between her legs was in perfect focus. She repositioned herself, and the lips of her cunt spread ever so slightly. I felt my cock harden even more, pushing powerfully at my pants. Suddenly, I felt her hand softly land on the skin of my inner thigh. I quickly averted my stare from between her legs to her calm and understanding face.

"Listen very carefully to what I'm going to say to you Paul," she said slowly. "Do you hear me Paul?"

I nodded yes.

"Good," she continued. "When you see my son again, he's going to think that he's taken you for a hundred dollars. He's going to let the whole world know about it. He's going to brag so much that you'll have to hide during the daytime, and only come out at night. And you know what Paul? I'm going to have to listen to it for the entire summer. He'll never let a day go by without reminding me how my "favorite" neighborhood boy struck out with every girl on campus and had to cough up one hundred dollars. That's right Paul. You were my favorite. Still are. That's why you have to win this bet. You're not going to be able to find someone to fuck today other than me. George will be back later this evening with his father. Right now they're both in the city. I sent George with the car to pick up his dad. He took the train into work today and had planned to come home that way too. When I heard George talking to his friend over the phone about this bet, I had to think fast. George has to learn a lesson about bragging, and if I can have a hand in screwing him over, well then, I'm going to do it. You have to go through with this Paul, or there'll be hell to pay for the both of us. So, what'll it be? Do we work as a team and teach George a lesson, or do we suffer, listening to his arrogant, conceited bragging for the rest of our lives."

I knew that everything Mrs. Simmons had just said was true. George would never let me live this down. Plus, knowing how she felt about me and how badly she wanted to teach her son a lesson, made refusing her offer that much harder. Nevertheless, I still couldn't accept the thought of having sex with her. Screwing some girl at college is one thing. Fucking your best friends' mother to win a bet from him is something else. Adding in to the equation the fact that the woman offering to let me shove my cock into her pussy has been my mother's best friend for over thirty years was just mind-boggling. I didn't want to say no, but I couldn't say yes. I couldn't say anything. I just sat there, staring at her eyes and listening to the deafening silence of the house.

Sensing my no-win situation, Mrs. Simmons took matters into her own hands, or maybe I should say, she took my cock into her own hands. With deliberate, thought-out movements, Mrs. Simmons easily undid the snap and zipper of my shorts. Without hesitating, she reached inside and easily pulled my hard throbbing cock out into the heat of the day. Unable to really believe what was happening, I sat motionless and watched as she held my cock in her hand. A soft smile that relayed the feeling that everything was all right beamed from her face. As she got down on her knees and positioned her body between my legs, I didn't believe that she would do what I thought she was going to do next. I felt my left leg begin to shake as I watched Mrs. Simmons bring her face over my crotch. As the back of her head came into view, I felt the large soft lips of her mouth envelop my cock. Slowly, purposefully, she began to slide her mouth up and down over the shaft of my cock. Her warm saliva quickly began to drip down to my balls. Sweat and spit soaked my shorts in seconds. A rapid flick of her tongue to the underside of my cock was all it took to send the muscles around my balls into convulsions. I held onto the bottom of the chair as my hips lurched, and I felt the tip of my cock probe deeply into her throat as a salvo of cum flew out of my cock. Mrs. Simmons didn't flinch. She continued to bob up and down on my cock as another round of cum traveled up and out of the shaft of my cock. I was soon aware of a hot fluid beginning to cover my balls as cum began to flow out of Mrs. Simmons' mouth. Another flick of her tongue brought a final explosion of cum from my cock. A moan of accomplishment came from George's mother as she lifted her head from my cock and swallowed whatever cum was left in her mouth. Thick, white fluid covered her chin as she smiled up at my face. As she spoke, I could see the white remnants and sticky tendrils of the fluid produced by my balls adhering to the inside of her mouth.

"Well Paul," she began. "How was that?"

I gasped for a breath and said, "Wow."

"Let's see you find a college girl that'll do that," she said as she wiped the sticky mess from her chin. "I bet George didn't get a blowjob like that."

"I doubt it," I replied.

As she sat back down on the kitchen floor, Mrs. Simmons untied the belt of her robe. She leaned back on her hands and spread her legs in a futile attempt to cool off. When I was younger, and we had played a hard game with the other kids of the neighborhood, Mrs. Simmons had always assumed this position to rest. Seeing her again like this made the whole situation easier to accept. We were on the same team once more, playing a game against her son and playing to win. 

"Well I guess I'll win this bet, right Mrs. Simmons?" I said.

"You're not going to win anything with just a blowjob Paul," she countered. "You and I are far from done. I don't want there to be any doubt of you winning. This was just a preliminary round. We've got all day to make sure you win. I have plans for you Paul."

She put her hands on her knees and then pushed on them until they touched the floor. The lips of her cunt spread farther apart than what I had seen earlier. She then shook her shoulders from side to side, making her tits swing back and forth. Even though I had just emptied more cum into her mouth than I had ever produced, my cock lurched with excitement at the site of my mother's best friend sitting naked on the floor in front of me. A small drop of cum oozed out of the tip of my cock.

"Save that for later Paul," she said with a smile. "Why don't you get out of those dirty shorts and I'll wash them. You can take a shower while a take care a few more things that I need to get done."

As if in a trance, I did as she said. I struggled a little bit with the uncomfortable feeling between my legs as Mrs. Simmons scurried around her kitchen. She went to the back door and closed it. Anyone could have walked up to the back screen-door and watched as Mrs. Simmons "bobbed for apples" over my cock. She put some dishes away and then glided across the floor to reposition the chairs around the table. All the while, her untied robe tried unsuccessfully to keep up with her flowing movements. Her trim, naked body was always two steps ahead of the pink, satin material. Her pyramid-shaped tits pointed the way and her firm ass hardly shook with each step. That now familiar sound of her bare feet on the linoleum floor ushered her long legs past my view. It was the same stride she had when circling the bases after she hit a homerun for our team. 

Completing my task, I stood naked holding my clothes, waiting for my next set of instructions. My cock had begun to hang, instead of pointing out and slightly towards the left, as it usually did when it was hard. It was still more than twice its normal size. It amazed me that Mrs. Simmons had no difficulty putting the entire hard shaft into her mouth. My cock pitched upwards as the vision of the back of her head rising up and down between my legs reentered my mind. Its motion must have caught Mrs. Simmons' attention because she stopped what she was doing and spoke.

"All set Paul?" she asked, as if nothing was unusual about the situation occurring in her family's kitchen. 

She, her husband and son, and even my parents with me by their side, had gathered together and eaten meals here. Now, she had just given me a blowjob at the kitchen table as nonchalantly as she had probably eaten today's breakfast. George's mother walked over to me and took my dirty shorts in her hands. If she had touched the sticky mess that was contained somewhere within, she gave no sign that she had. She smiled as she held the bundle next to her body and then leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I didn't kiss back, although I don't think that she expected me too. I'm sure she knew that I still needed time to feel relaxed with what was happening. 

"Follow me," she said, as she turned and headed off towards the hallway.

Obediently, with my cock swinging to the left and right, I trailed Mrs. Simmons like a puppy. I thought to myself, as I watched the motion of her ass beneath her robe, that none of this would be happening right now if it wasn't for her son George. Had he not conned me into accepting this bet, his mother wouldn't have just had my cock inside of her mouth, using it as a receptacle for the sizable amount of cum that by balls produced. I wouldn't be in a predicament that I had no idea of how to get out, although, a few minutes ago, there was no way that I wanted to be anywhere else. If he had only been less obnoxious, his mother wouldn't have been so determined to see him lose. Because of his actions, I was now following her, without a stitch of clothes on my body and her wearing little more than myself. She made a quick detour into the laundry room, placing my soiled shorts and shirt on top of the washer. I stood exposed like Michelangelo's David, waiting for the appreciative stare of my audience. Mrs. Simmons turned with an admiring glance that was aimed in the direction of my cock.

"Be careful where you stick that thing Paul," she said as she gave it a playful tap, having a little bit of cum stick to her fingers. "You could hurt a girl that isn't as experienced as me. Time for your shower," she continued, as she wiped the leftovers of my blowjob from her hands.

She led me inside her bathroom and began to run the water. I stood watching as she closed the door and proceeded to take her satin robe off to hang it on a hook that was on the wall. When she turned and saw my unbelieving stare, she giggled. 

"No Paul," she said. "I'm not joining you right now. Maybe later. You go clean yourself. I've got one more thing to take care of."

I felt my cock begin to stiffen again as I stood next to her in the confined area of the bathroom. I still felt that I shouldn't let anymore happen between us, but the physical reactions that were taking place inside of my body far outweighed the mental ones in my brain. If this was how fate had decided that my life and hers would proceed, then who was I to step in and demand changes. I didn't start these events; I didn't initiate what was happening between Mrs. Simmons and myself. Someone or something else had written the script to this day, and I was now determined to play my part as best as I could. As she tried to make her way around my body, she held onto my waist and allowed her tits to rub against my back. I felt the soft hairs that covered her cunt brush softly against my ass. We said nothing, but we were both aware that we liked very much what we felt. When she finally stood in front of me once more, my cock had hardened with its normal bend to the left. She brought her lips to mine and kissed me again. This time I kissed her back. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but I felt the muscles of my crotch tighten and my cock expand with excitement. We kissed again and then once more. My heart was pounding rapidly and if I continued to breath as I was, I would soon hyperventilate and pass out. Mrs. Simmons was keenly aware of what was happening as she put her hands on my chest in order to separate our bodies. She took a step back, resting her body against the sink cabinet. Her funnel shaped tits pointed directly at me, her hard nipples beckoning me to suck on them. I leaned towards them, wanting to hold one of them in my mouth. She reached out and placed her hands on my shoulders, stopping my advance.

"It's nice to see that you're starting to accept what going on Paul," she said softly. "You'll have your way with me soon enough. Remember, we have to do this right so you win this bet. Like I said, I have one more thing to do before we go on. You take a long, cold shower and calm down. When you're done, come to my bedroom. I'll be waiting."

She gently placed her hand on my face and left me alone. Even over the sound of the running water, I heard her feet pad back to the laundry room to wash my clothes. Again, I obediently followed Mrs. Simmons' orders. I entered the shower, adjusting the temperature to the coldest temperature I could stand. Wanting to make sure that all of the cum was washed out of the hairs around my cock, I scrubbed my crotch more carefully than usual. I thought of anything but Mrs. Simmons. Slowly, my cock telescoped back to its normal size. The cold water drew my balls back into my body as my sac shrunk into a puckered pouch. I thought that I heard Mrs. Simmons make her way back through the hall to her bedroom. I wondered if she peeked into the bathroom to watch me wash. Finally, having felt that I had recovered from what had happened to me in the kitchen, I turned the water off and began to dry myself. Suddenly, I heard Mrs. Simmons talking to someone. I thought that my heart stopped for at least two beats, thinking that someone else was in the house, possibly Mr. Simmons and George. Not moving a muscle, I strained to hear another voice. Finally, I realized that Mrs. Simmons was talking to someone on the phone. I began to breath again, thinking that maybe I had made a mistake in accepting Mrs. Simmons' scheme. Maybe I should end it all now and take my chances to win the bet with only the story of my blowjob. I made my way as quietly as I could back to the laundry room. To my dismay, my clothes were still in the wash. I was naked, inside my friends' house with his mother waiting for me in her bedroom. I had no other option than to go to her room. I slowly padded my way to the end of the hall, following the sound of her pleasant voice. 

As I stood naked in the doorway, I saw Mrs. Simmons standing with her back towards me. She was in front of the windows, pulling the shades down. She was wearing a threadbare t-shirt that scarcely covered the cheeks of her ass. She was conversing enjoyably over the phone, laughing at something the other person had said. As she pulled the last shade down, a sun-catcher that was on the window fell to the floor. She bent over to pick the object up, causing her t-shirt to ride up on her back. Her round, firm ass expanded into my view. The inviting sight of the soft mound of her pussy dropped down between her firm legs. All thoughts that being in her bedroom was a mistake vanished for that moment. Again, there was no other place in the world that I would have wanted to be. When she turned around and saw me, a wide smile enhanced her pretty face. With her next few words however, she stopped my heart from beating for a second time.




Betting On A Sure Thing



"He's right here with me now Joan," she said with a smile.

Joan was my mother's name. Instinctively I put my hands over my crotch, trying to hide my cock and balls. Mrs. Simmons placed her hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh of amusement. I looked at her pleadingly, thinking that she was telling my mom about what was going on between the two of us. Not missing a beat, Mrs. Simmons continued to talk to my mom as she conveyed to me with hand gestures and facial expressions that everything was all right. She strolled over to her bed and jumped onto the mattress, waving her hand and inviting me to sit next to her, putting her finger over her lips, telling me to be quiet. Cautiously I joined her, for some reason thinking that my mother might be able to somehow see me through the phone lines. Mrs. Simmons held the receiver away from her ear, letting me listen in on their conversation.

"I really appreciate you making dinner for Paul," my mom said happily. "You're sure it won't be any problem Jennifer?"

"Not at all Joan," Mrs. Simmons said. "It'll be nice to have some company. I feel terrible that he missed George. I feel that it was my fault, not calling him earlier."

"Oh, he'll have more than enough time to see George again," my mom replied.

"He knows he can come over whenever he wants Joan," Mrs. Simmons said smiling at me. "Do you want to talk to him?"

I shook my head no, not thinking that I would be able to get one word out of my mouth to save my life. 

"No. That's all right," my mom answered. "Just be sure to send him home when he starts to bore you."

"That may take quite a while Joan," Mrs. Simmons said as she wrapped the fingers of her free hand around my cock. "Right now, your son is the most interesting thing I've seen in a year."

I couldn't believe how my mom and Mrs. Simmons laughed at her last comment. They went on talking for a few more minutes as I sat naked next to my mother's best friend. They talked about the weather, the latest news, the new clothing store in town, and other menial things. They then set up a date for a bridge party with two other mothers they knew. I sat in amazement as Mrs. Simmons carried on, doing what she had to do, not to be sociable with my mother, but to be able to fuck her best friend's son without any unscheduled interruptions. Finally, they said their good-byes and Mrs. Simmons turned the portable phone off.

"We're all set Paul," she said triumphantly. "Your with me until I'm sure you win this bet."

"What about Mr. Simmons and George?" I asked. "They could come back at any time."

"Not to worry," she said as she got up to put the receiver back into its cradle and to take her t-shirt off. "I called them while you were in the shower. They won't be home until after mid-night. So, what do you say? Let's you and me start winning that bet."

With that, she walked over and stood in front of me. She leaned down, putting her hands on either side of my legs, and kissed me. This kiss, however, was not like the others she had given to me today. This time, she pushed her tongue lovingly into my mouth. Slowly, she probed with her tongue, finding mine and playfully dancing with it. I soon forgot that the tongue I was playing with belonged to woman who wore a wedding band on her left hand. With my eyes closed, the uncomfortable feeling of having sex with my friend's mother never entered my thoughts. Even though she had gone to high school with my mother, it did nothing to deter the excitement building between my legs. My cock was rock hard in seconds, throbbing as it rose up into the warm air of the day. Mrs. Simmons knew immediately when my cock was as hard as it going to get. She slowly withdrew her mouth from mine and bent down to put her face over my cock for a second time today. Once again, I gazed down at the back of her head, her blond hair shinning as a ray of sun found its way past the shades. For one more time, I watched as she let her large lips float up and down over the thick shaft of my cock. This time however, the rapid flick of her tongue didn't send my cock into convulsions. Instead, I reached around her chest cautiously, my arms moving spasmodically until my hands arrived at her tits. Her tits were even more pointed now, the pull of the earth elongating their form until a perfect conical shape was achieved. I cupped her tits gently and pushed them back up towards her chest, flattening them against her warm body. I heard her moan with pleasure as she continued to suck on my hard cock. I fought the urge to cum in her mouth, doing my utmost to enjoy the sensations she was benevolent enough to bestow upon me. Finally, I leaned back on the bed, waiting for Mrs. Simmons to conclude her oral workout and wondering what George would say if he knew that his mother would do these things to me so that he would lose a bet.

At last, Mrs. Simmons took her mouth off of my cock. As she wiped her spittle from her lips, she smiled and got onto the bed with me. She put her fingers to her jaw and began to massage the muscles just below her ears as she knelt beside me.

"I'm not used to keeping my mouth open so wide for so long," she said. "That cock of yours is a lot bigger than I thought Paul. Believe me, my husband just doesn't match up to you. I can't wait to start and feel you pushing that tool into my cunt. I'm sure that the only time I had anything that big inside of my pussy was when George was coming out."

She laughed as she talked, crawling on her hands and knees to the head of the bed. I watched as she flipped over onto her back, resting her head in the palms of her hands and spreading her legs until she was comfortable. I made my way to the middle of the foot of the bed, far enough away from Mrs. Simmons so that neither one of us could touch the other. One would think that having sex with someone you knew since childhood would have made things easier, but when that someone was your mother's age, and her best friend, hesitancy had to be expected. Was one hundred dollars that important? Did George's boasting really bother me this much? I was constantly fluctuating from acceptance to rejection of the whole situation. Mrs. Simmons used this delay as an opportunity to remind me of the purpose of our actions. 

"Don't let any of this bother you Paul," she said softly. "Remember, you wouldn't be here if I didn't want this to happen. My son needs to be taught a lesson that I should have taught him years ago. I failed to take steps back then that would have prevented all of this. Now I have to act. I can't let you suffer for my mistakes. If having sex with you is the price I have to pay, I'd gladly do it a million times. Honest Paul, I don't consider this to be horrible or repulsive. Right now, I can't wait for you to be on top of me. I haven't been this excited about the prospect of having sex in a long time. I'm as hot as I've ever been. Please, don't make me wait any longer. Don't torture me. Put that hard cock into my cunt and win this bet from George."

Mrs. Simmons held her arms out towards me, wiggling her fingers, beckoning me to come to her. I looked down between my legs, my throbbing cock rocking back and forth with each beat of my heart. I saw a large drop of clear fluid welling up from the hole at its tip. I watched as it began to roll lazily down the shaft of my cock. I looked back towards Mrs. Simmons, her arms still extended out in my direction, waiting to hold me tightly against her warm, soft body. I don't consciously remember willing myself to move, but I recall how her hands seemed to grow in size as I neared her. I do remember how her face beamed with delight as she gently cradled me in her arms. I remembered my childhood, when she hugged each of her team members after every hard-earned victory. We may have been celebrating our victory over George a bit early, but I think that we both knew that there was no way we were going to lose.

We kissed with more passion than I had ever known. Moans of pleasure and excitement came from both of us. Our hands gently caressed each other's body and delighted in the soft, warm touch of our partners skin. We held each other tightly, not wanting our bodies to be separated despite the heat of the early afternoon. When our mouths finally parted, Mrs. Simmons whispered in my ear. She was showing me the way towards ecstasy without me realizing it.

"Suck on my nipples Paul," she said quietly, the heat of her breath sending goose bumps down my neck.

Obediently, I lifted my body from hers, exposing her pointed tits to the cooler heat of the room. Although she was on her back, her tits still retained their conical shape. I grasped the left one gently in my hand and softly squeezed it. Mrs. Simmons moaned with satisfaction as the tip of her tit rose from the pressure of my fingers. Her nipple levitated, sitting at the top of her tit like the beacon of a lighthouse. I quickly placed my mouth over it, amazed at how hard it was. Mrs. Simmons let out a little squeal as millions of electrical pulses shot through her body. I let my tongue caress her nipple, intrigued by the reaction her entire body exhibited. She drew her feet up towards her ass and lifted her hips from the bed. Her upper body squirmed like a snake, moving from left to right as I tried to balance myself on top of her. When I began to suck on her nipple, she arched her back and grabbed the sheets of the bed. I think that even if my mother had walked in on us at that time, Mrs. Simmons would have begged me to continue. As I proceed to do the same to her right tit, I sensed her lift her legs from the bed and then felt her gently rest them on mine, her heels positioned on the insides of my thighs. I felt my body press further into her crotch, the soft hairs covering her pussy rubbing against my belly. As I continued to stimulate her nipple, she wiggled her crotch back and forth against my stomach. I felt the warmth and wetness of her cunt as the lips of her pussy stretched apart. A slippery, warm liquid soon coated my stomach. I knew that she would need to make more of that juice when she tried to take my cock inside of her body. Thankfully, she had decided that now was the time to try. She took my head in her hands and tenderly lifted it from her nipple. She looked into my eyes with a hungry stare, now wanting to fuck me more than she wanted to teach her son a lesson. My winning a bet was secondary to the uncontainable desire she had to have my cock inside of her cunt. Having me fill her cunt with cum was more important to Mrs. Simmons than me having a hundred dollars stay in my pocket. At that point in time, it was more important to me too. I didn't care that she was George's mom. I didn't care that she was my mom's best friend. I didn't care that she was more than twenty years older than me. All I cared about was sticking my hard cock into her. She spoke, but I already knew what she was going to say, and she wouldn't have to ask twice.

"Fuck me Paul," she said desperately. "Shove that big cock of yours inside of me. Make me cum. Make me happy. We'll show George how to win a bet over sex. He'll think twice before he challenges you again. Come on Paul. Take me. I'm all yours. Do what you want to me. Fuck me Paul. Fuck me."

With that, she took her legs off of mine and tucked the heels of her feet up against her ass, spreading her knees as far apart as she could. I got up from where I was and quickly positioned my cock at the opening of her cunt. I could see it shine as more of her fluids oozed out from within. With her fingers, she spread the lips of her cunt as wide as she could, setting in motion the fuck of a lifetime. I placed the tip of my cock at her hole and lowered my hips, forcing the head of my cock into cunt. The warmth from inside of her body somehow felt hotter than the heat of the sun. She moaned with delight, knowing that soon my entire cock would be throbbing inside of her. As I slowly began to push the shaft of my cock into Mrs. Jennifer Simmons, I saw her eyes begin to widen with unexpected surprise. She knew that my cock was big, but I guess she really didn't appreciate its full size until she felt her cunt begin to expand in order to accept the shaft she had so easily taken in her mouth. Up until my freshman year of high school phys. ed., I wasn't aware of my size until some of the guys commented on it. Even back then, I was bigger when I was soft than most of them were when they were hard. The discrepancy is size was quite apparent then, and another five years of life had done nothing to curtail my growth. 

"Oh my God," she said slowly, each word taking at least five seconds to exit her mouth, her eyes unblinking. "I don't believe what I'm feeling. Oh my God Paul. Please take your time. I feel like I'm fucking a god damned horse."

"Do you want me to take it out?" I asked, thinking that she didn't like what she felt.

"Don't you dare do such a thing," she said as she held onto my ass tightly with her hands. "You're not going to hurt me Paul. This is going to be the best fuck I've ever had, that is, as soon as my cunt stretches enough to take all of you in. Don't worry. This is going to be fun. Just take your time. When you get that whole thing inside of me, then you can start pumping. I'm positive I'm really going to enjoy helping you win this bet now."

With that, she let go of my ass and once again placed her hands under her head. She took a deep breath, her expanding lungs lifting her firm, pointed tits towards the ceiling. As she exhaled I sensed her body relax, the tight grip that she had around my cock lessened. I pulled back, taking the small length of my shaft out of her cunt, letting only the head of my cock remain inside of her. Now having a greater sense of responsibility for my actions, I prepared to do as Mrs. Simmons had asked. I looked at her face and saw her smile. She licked her lips and nodded, letting me know that she was ready. I took a deep breath and gently began to lower the shaft of my cock inside of her once again. Pushing my cock into her by only millimeters at a time, I hoped that I wouldn't hurt her. I pulled my cock back as slowly as I had pushed it in, retreating until only the head of my cock still remained, and then slowly re-entered her lubricated hole, adding a few more millimeters each time. I continued this process until half of the length of my cock was inside of her. Mrs. Simmons had now closed her eyes, concentrating on what she was feeling between her legs, willing her cunt to expand. I turned my gaze to where our bodies were one, scrutinizing my cock, which was wedged tightly into her cunt. As I continued to pump, I noticed how stretched the flesh around her opening was. I was fascinated as to how the inner lips of her cunt followed my cock as I entered her, diving down inside of her as if glued to the shaft of my cock. When I pulled my cock back, they unfolded outwards, seemingly trying to stop my withdrawal. Further and further I pushed my cock into her, contemplating about the amount of suction that was being created by the tight seal around my cock. As the entire length of my thick cock finally fell deep inside of her, a rush of air was forced out of her cunt, the size of my cock leaving little room for such a needless substance. A victorious sigh of success was happily expelled from my mother's best friend as she felt the end of my cock extend to the back walls of her cunt. She could be proud of the fact that her older age had no effect on the ability of her cunt to stretch to its limits and accept a cock larger than any other it had ever entertained. She could brag about it to anyone she cared to; I wouldn't mind. As I started to pump my cock into her once more, again I thought of the suction building inside of her. I imagined the walls of her cunt fluctuating back and forth as a vacuum was created inside her cunt. A crazy thought, that if we continued long enough I wouldn't be able to pull my cock out of her, entered my mind. I saw the two of us naked, attached at the hips, unable to break apart. Mr. Simmons and George would come home to find us butt naked, walking around the house like a pair of Siamese twins. I could just see the two of them trying to pull us apart as the vacuum inside her cunt fought to keep us together. Don't get me wrong. To be in that situation for the rest of my life, my cock buried deep between Mrs. Simmons' firm and muscular legs, would have been just fine with me. The only drawback would have been the awkward task of explaining to my mother how her best friend of thirty-or-so years ended up being happily perched on her son's hard cock.

The movement of Mrs. Simmons' legs quickly brought me back to the task at hand. Instinctively, I had been pumping my cock in and out of her cunt as I enjoyed my fantasy. She was now holding the backs of her thighs, tilting her hips higher into the air. Large amounts of fluid were now drenching her cunt; her body recognizing the problem created by the size of my cock and taking steps to remedy it. I was amazed at how easily my cock slid in and out of the pussy of George's mother. She still had her eyes closed and she was now humming softly to herself, just as she had when she was drying herself after her shower. The volume of her song increased ever so slightly each time my cock bottomed out deep inside of her cunt. Finally I recognized the tune as the fight song of our high school. Being the cheerleader that she was, she was cheering us on to a victory over her son. I began to thrust my cock into her with more force, gradually building up speed. Mrs. Simmons easily stayed with me, now spreading her legs farther apart. I found myself plunging deeper into her cunt, even though I thought that this would be impossible. Suddenly, she began to hum louder as she opened her eyes. She looked straight at me, a determined look covering her face. And then, all of a sudden, she stopped humming and began to grunt as she rocked her hips forcefully into my crotch. With each downward plunge of my cock into her hole, she powerfully responded back to my action. At last, her grunts turned into a low moan that filled the heavy air of the room. I felt the muscles of her cunt tighten around my cock as her orgasm took control of her body. She brought her hands to my ass once more and held on to me as tightly as she could. I felt the nails of her fingers bury into my cheeks as she began to lose any control she had left. Immediately, the muscles of cock and balls sprung into action. I felt my balls tighten for the second time today, squeezing the hot, thick fluid produced within into the shaft of my cock. I sensed the muscles of my cock convulse, transporting my cum through the entire length of my cock in a heartbeat. The head of my cock expanded as the added volume of my erupting cum spewed into Mrs. Simmons' cunt. My cock was buried as far as it could go into my mother's friend, the hot liquid shooting out and hitting the back walls of her cunt instantly. Immediately, cum ricocheted off of the walls of her cunt and back towards my cock. Instantly, I felt the warm, sticky fluid cover the head of my cock. George's mother shuddered beneath me as she sensed her cunt begin to fill with the fruits of her labor. A thrilled squeal quietly escaped from her tightly clenched lips, sending my balls and cock into another spasm of action. Another load of cum was instantly produced and deposited inside of my mom's best friend, by the child she had given birth to. Mrs. Simmons reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing her nipples as she pitched her legs back and forth though the air, rocking her hips purposefully against my crotch. She was rubbing her clit against my body, instantly transporting herself into another orgasmic seizure. Following her cue, I began to pump my cock in and out of her cunt once more. With every withdrawal, a warm, sticky goo made of cum and her lubricating juice exited from her cunt. I felt another load of cum being quickly manufactured in my balls. Muscles were working furiously in a vain attempt to launch the last shipment of hot, sticky cum into her. Consciously I held back, waiting until I couldn't delay any longer. When I felt the pressure in my cock build to its highest limits, I plunged into her cunt as far as I could. I heard my mother's friend gasp as my final payload of rapture inducing cum rocketed into her cunt. It flew out of my cock as if powered by a rocket. Mrs. Simmons' eyes expressed her surprise and pleasure as she felt my projectile explode inside of her. Her mouth opened as a cry of delight left her lungs. Her hips continued to rock back and forth as she rode out the last waves of her own delirious inducing orgasm. She now had so much fluid inside of her cunt that the entire volume of the last deposit of cum wouldn't fit. A white, warm, sticky solution oozed its way past the entire circumference of my cock, soaking the entire crotch and ass of my friend's mother. Despite the obvious mess, I pressed my body as forcefully as I could onto Mrs. Simmons. I loved her for what she had just done, and I loved her for being the friend she was to all of the boys of the neighborhood when we grew up. All of them would have wanted to thank her for being who she was in some way. I could only hope that the way I had just thanked her would be sufficient.




Betting On Black 10 Wins Twice



"You won't believe what just happened to me," said Susan hesitatingly as she slipped into the seat next to her husband at their favorite Bellagio roulette table. Putting her hand on Bill's leg for support, she crossed hers. She didn't want anyone peeking up her form- fitting dress that rode up high above her knees to discover she wasn't wearing panties.

"You just won a $1,000,000 at the progressive slots," Bill joked as he smiled into her sparkling eyes and dreamed, "damn, now wouldn't that change our lives real quick."

"No, not that much but I've won $2,000 if I take someone up on their offer," Susan said 

"Offer, oh-oh?" Bill responded quizzically.

Susan proceeded to tell Bill the details of her trip to the ladies room. It was uneventful on the way there but very eventful on the way back. 

She had stopped at a row of slots to drop in the left-over quarters from her hand bag, when a man walked up to her, smiled broadly, introduced himself as Paul and said, "You are the most beautiful and sensuous woman I've ever seen!" 

"Well kind sir, my name is Susan. Thank you for the compliment." 

"Susan, I've been hoping I'd have a chance to talk to you privately. And now here we are together and alone."

Paul then proceeded to offer Susan $1,000 if she'd have sex with him in his room. Susan didn't know if she should hit him or thank him. She decided he was just kidding and it was a come-on line to flirt with her. So to call his bluff she suggested $2,000 instead. He immediately agreed, giving her his room number and suggested they meet there in 15 minutes. 

She was shocked by the suggestion but reacted calmly since he was a very handsome looking fellow indeed. The offer did flatter her ego and sent a few tingles through her body.

In an attempt to show his sincerity about the offer he handed her a $100 chip and walked-off saying he was hoping to see her shortly.

Bill's first comment was the obvious "You're joking, right? Are we on a TV camera? Is this a scene for a new reality show? " 

Susan took his hand and said softly and emphatically, "Bill, it is the truth. Here is the chip he gave me. He said his room number is 1225. He wants me there in 15 minutes."

Bill sat speechless and his mind spun like a slot machine trying to come up with something to say that fit the moment. 

He had often told Susan when they were making love that he wanted to pleasure her in every way that excited her sexual desires and her fantasies. He wanted to free her from her inhibitions so that the whole sexual world would open up to her. And he wanted every fantasy that played like an adult movie in her mind when she was aroused to become a reality for her. He believed her heightened sexual pleasure would empower the closeness and love they shared. "Was this one of her fantasies?" he wondered to himself. 

"Susan, does the thought of fucking a good-looking guy for money arouse you?" Bill asked.

Susan could feel the moisture between her legs and the hardening of her nipples. She knew her body was telling her the answer. "Yes, Yes, Yes!"

"Please want me to do it!" she begged him to herself. She knew she had to let him be excited for her on his own and not because she was encouraging him. So she looked into his eyes waiting for something to signal his thoughts before answering. 

Fortunately, Bill spoke first. "Susan, if you are getting as aroused thinking about it as I am, then do it. I've always told you I wanted to make all your sexual fantasies come true." 

"Is this one of them?" he asked.

Susan kissed his ear then softly whispered into it, "Yes."

And then added, "I love you my dearest and I promise you this will make our love-making even hotter. And just think, the $2,000 will pay for our whole vacation."

To plan this would have been impossible to accomplish. But to have it happen spontaneously heightened the excitement of it to Bill as well as Susan. Bill's cock began to harden and ooze a drop of pre-cum from its head. Susan wasn't the only one whose body was saying yes to the idea.

So Bill offered to walk her to his room, but Susan suggested he just keep gambling and wait for her at the tables. She jokingly said "If a beautiful woman propositions you while I'm gone please enjoy yourself. And remember to ask for $2,000." 

She leaned over and kissed him hotly on his lips pushing her tongue deeply into his mouth and said seductively "I'll bring you back a special treat. See you in an hour. Oh by the way, his name is Paul" 

Bill responded "You are so beautiful and so fucking exciting and you turn me on so much." Then he cupped her tight ass with his hand and offered her a sincere "have fun baby, fuck his brains out." 

As she walked towards the elevators, Bill sat back in his chair to get a better look at her moving seductively inside her skin-tight backless dress that accentuated every inch of her hot body. He understood why the guy propositioned her. He would have done it himself if the roles had been reversed. 

An hour turned into two and Bill began to worry some although he felt like everything was ok and Susan was probably just really enjoying herself and stayed longer. "Lucky guy," he thought. 

Unexpectedly, he felt a hand on his shoulders and a familiar women's voice whispering in his ear, "Hi handsome, need a date for the rest of the night? I'm expensive but I'll give you a special price for being a good guy and waiting here for me."

His Susan sat down next to him, kissed him aggressively on his lips, and then confidently placed two $1000 chips on Black 10 just before the dealer waved his hand across the table signifying no more bets. Bill almost passed out. "Susan, are you nuts, $2,000?" 

But ten seconds later the roulette ball fell into the Back 10 slot at 35-1 odds and Susan had turned her earnings from the last two hours into $72,000.

Susan laughed and said, "It was a sure thing." I had already won once tonight with Black 10 and I knew I could win twice." 

"But why Black 10?" Bill wondered aloud. 

Well the hunk that just gave us $2,000 and gave me fantastic sex is black and had a 10 inch cock. So how could I lose the bet? It was karma.

"Wow, what an amazing woman," Bill mused to himself.

As soon as Susan described her lover's race and cock size Bill immediately began to grow hard and aroused as hell. His wife had just fucked a big black cock and made a lot of money doing it. 

He had wanted to arrange this very thing as a special treat for her for a long time because he had discovered during their love-making that she really enjoyed long, thick vibrators being used on her. 

Her orgasms would go on for several minutes when she had them buried deep in her. And she'd always want to push them even further in during the height of her climax. 

Bill was actually finding it difficult to find vibrators that were big enough and real-life like enough to give her the kind of orgasms she loved the most. 

But a vibrator wasn't a man's cock and he wanted to her to experience the real thing and all the amenities that come with it. He knew he received the most enjoyment out of their love-making from the pleasure and excitement she derived from it, not from his own orgasms. If she got off, then he got off even without an orgasm.

For him, the excitement is in the giving. And he was determined that she would experience every one of her intimate urges, sexual fantasies and lustful desires.

So the idea to give her a male stud muscled like a Greek god and hung like a stallion for her personal pleasure had already been floating around his mind. And since her favorite vibrator was black it was natural to decide the guy should be the same color. So who would have thought that here in Las Vegas it would just fall out of the sky into their laps. 

Before he could finish his thoughts, Susan reached under the table, slipped her hand under her dress and up to her pussy, scooped out some of Paul's cum onto her index finger and put it to Bill's lips offering him a lick and said, "Here is the treat I promised you. There is a lot more of that waiting for you in our room. Let's go now before it all leaks out!"

It took Bill about a second to realize that he had just tasted the cum from his wife's black lover and another second to realize what Susan was proposing to him. His beautiful, sexy, sensuous, erotic, kinky wife wanted him to eat out her pussy filled with another man's cum. 

Bill wasn't sure he could walk across the casino to the elevators with such a rock hard erection without his condition being very obvious to everyone. Plus he didn't want it to go down afraid it might not come to back to such an erect state. He wanted to fuck his wife more now than at anytime in their relationship. Now was to time to act, not in 10 minutes in a room a long way away. 

He spied the ladies bathroom nearby. Since it was quite late he figured it might be empty but didn't care if it wasn't. Giving him a $500 chip, Bill asked the dealer to take care of their winnings and apply it to their account, grabbed Susan's hand pulling her out of her chair, crossed the casino floor and rushed them into the ladies bathroom. 

The dealer obliged but regretted Susan's departure. He had been enjoying the view of her exciting tits and ass and had caught wind of some of their conversation. He was enjoying himself from more than just dealing roulette.

Luckily the bathroom was empty. He pushed Susan into a stall and closed the door. The stalls were separate little rooms that had a door going to the floor so it offered them complete privacy.

First he striped off her dress to reveal her total nakedness except for her 4" heels. He looked her up and down for a moment enjoying her exciting body. She looked like a hot stripper in the middle of her act. But now was not the time to be a voyeur. Right now he wanted to mouth and cock rape his wife because he was so out of control with lust for her.

He sat on the floor leaning back against the toilet with his head. That put his face just a little below Susan's pussy. Telling here to straddle him with her hot cunt he now had a perfect view of her. She had her pussy a couple inches above Bill's face with her legs spread wide enough apart for his tongue and mouth to have easy access to her.

Her scent was intoxicating as it hung in the air. The mixture of her cunt juices and her lover's cum created an aroma that was irresistible and drove Bill wild. His blood was boiling and he was crazy with passion for her.

He could see white cum on the puffy lips of her pussy and running down her legs. It was creamy and very abundant. He lifted some off of her leg with his finger and placed it on her lips to savor. 

He spent the next several minutes sucking her black stud's cum from her hot, dripping cunt. Several times he told his wife to squeeze her pussy so that more cum would ooze out.

Surprisingly, it tasted different than his. He had guessed all cum would taste the same. Of course, he knew not all women tasted the same so why should all men's cum?

Susan would sometimes drip his into his own mouth after she gave him a blow job and didn't swallow. "Just to spice up the moment," she would say. 

Now he speculated that she had been preparing him to enjoy swallowing the cum from the other men she was hoping to fuck someday. Getting him used to the taste of his own cum was very crafty, Bill noted to himself. But swallowing his had accomplished something else. It had gotten him to wonder what it would feel like to have a big cock in his mouth. "Was it was as exciting and pleasurable as it looked when a woman did it," he wondered.

But it was now time to focus on his hot wife. Loving every second of eating her out, he kept asking Susan to describe everything about her evening. Between the taste of her pussy juices mixed with cum and the details of how she had fucked a stranger, Bill's cock grew harder and harder to where it started to hurt from the erection. 

"Oh Bill", Susan moaned as she felt the pleasure of her husband's mouth on her. "He was so long and thick. It felt so damn good way up in me." "I could see his blackness next to my white skin in the dark and the color contrast was so erotic."

"It took a while for my pussy to swallow all of his huge cock but finally it slipped completely in and I kept yelling fuck me, fuck me. I went crazy and couldn't get enough of it." 

"Thank you, oh thank you for giving me this incredible night", she repeated over and over as she continued to grind her pussy into Bill's face. Both of them were just wild for each other as the vision of Paul's huge black cock kept flashing through both their minds like bolts of lightening.

Bill had finally cleaned his wife's pussy and legs of all the visible cum and now wanted to plant his own in her. He stood up so they could switch places. Dropping his pants, he told her to bend over and open herself to prepare for his penetration. Being the most erect he had ever been in his life, he was aching to fuck her doggy-style. 

He placed his cock against his wife's pussy slit and pushed it in as hard as he could clinching his ass and tightening his quads to get the most force from his lower body. He was going to make up for the difference in size between his cock and Paul's with intensity bordering on rough sex. 

With the hardness of the erection he now had, he probably wouldn't come anyway so he might as well just pound his incredible wife's pussy with all the energy he could muster.

And that is just what he did. Susan came three times in a couple of minutes and finally begged Bill to come because she was getting tired and her quads were starting to burn from bending over so long in spite of how good a shape they were in.

With her encouragement, Bill's cock finally exploded inside of his gorgeous wife. Cum shot out of his cock and filled Susan's pussy with its second serving of white, creamy semen for the night. 

Both of them were dripping with sweat from the physical exertion and were ready to fall into each others arms in a state of relaxed bliss. But first they had to get to their room. Dressing was slow but once completed they left the ladies bathroom stall to head to the elevators hand in hand. 

The attractive female custodian who had arrived on scene after their orgy started looked up from cleaning the vanity and smiled broadly as they walked past. She had heard a lot of what was said and done. Her own body had been responding to the pheromones that were floating in the air from such wild sex taking place just a few feet from her. 

Bill and Susan returned her smile and both noted to themselves how young and pretty she was guessing she was about 18. As they walked out of the bathroom, it was easy to notice her cute figure in spite of it being covered by her uniform.

The orgasm Joy had a few minutes later as she sat in the same stall was incredible. With her clothes hiked up above her waist exposing her shaved pussy and clit to her probing fingers she had played with herself while fantasizing of them. She could still smell their scent in the air as she masturbated and pretended she was their sex toy.

Bill and Susan had no idea that shy and bashful Joy would have given herself and her virginity to them that night. They had excited her so much, she wanted them to invite her to their room to do the same things to her that she had just heard them doing to each other. 

"If only they had asked," she kept thinking in frustration for the rest of her shift.