Chapter 8

Dennis, hot insatiable young animal, screwed Betty all through the night. He would doze off for a deep sleep nap and awake with another hard on to push into her juicy pussy that couldn't get too much.

How many times? Who kept count? At dawn he was still fucking her. Those young balls seemed to manufacture an endless supply of cum. Her cunt oozed with it.

He pressed his face against one of her breasts, tired, but still not exhausted after that last fuck.

"I've gotta get ready for school," he muttered. Betty chuckled. I'm balling with the schoolboy, she thought.

"It's not a school day," she said. "Is it? I've lost count of days . . . But it's Saturday or, "

"Oh yeah."

"But you should leave."

"No.. . One more time. Lemme rest awhile then just one more time," Dennis said.

Betty smiled, running her fingers through his long hair.

"Save it for, You have a girl, don't you?"

"Yeah. Irene." He spoke the name almost with disdain. "Well then."

"She's just a kid. She seems even more of a kid now."

Betty was quiet a moment.

"Of course," she said. A kid like I've been for too many years, she thought.

Already he was asleep again in her arms. Her eyelids began to feel heavy. And soon She dozed too. He was getting his prick into her when she woke up again. The room was so bright with sunshine it blinded her. And she closed her eyes.

At the same time as she closed her eyes, she opened her legs and pushed her cunt upwards, yielding it up to his young fuck, feeling his hard throbbing cock push into her.

He had learned control, and how to combine tenderness with passion and lustiness.

But this fuck was uncontrolled. He screwed with pure robust animal ferocity. Her well pumped, opened up pussy devoured his deep plunging fervid prick, which fucked into her unbridled, hard and fast.

Betty's warm body writhed, exulting in the wildness of this boy's fuck. She felt his teeth bite at her soft shoulders and heard his feral growl. His jism spurted against her womb. Her scream was low and shuddery as she bathed his cock with her juices.

He lifted his face from her shoulder. Pride sparkled in his eyes. He pressed his moist, soft lips to hers. And he kept his dick in her while it slowly went soft. It slid from her cunthole with a soft pop. They whimpered together.

It was over.

"I'm suppose to go swimming," he said. "With some kids," he added contemptuously.

He lay close to her. His sleek, hairless body was bathed with sweat. Betty breathed deeply of the musky odor.

"Will Irene be there?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Ummmm." Betty smiled to herself. "You really have to go now."

"Yeah. I better take a shower. I bet I stink."

"You smell of sex . . . of yourself," Betty said affectionately.

She gave his lips a brief peck.

"Please," she said.

"Okay."

He reluctantly got out of bed. She watched him walk across the room towards the bathroom that joined the two rooms. Sweat dripped down the crack between his ass cheeks. His backside was shiny. She had a new stirring of desire for him. But was he already thinking of Irene? And of the exciting things he had to teach her?

He did not look back at her before he went into the bathroom. She heard the water run from the shower. She felt so fulfilled. A boy that fulfilled her. A boy she had made into a man.

Gus had brought her down from that pedestal she was trapped on. Dennis had made her feel like a mature woman for the first time in her life. Was it because she had been the older, the wiser?

But a mature woman needs a mature mart.

Dennis was a man now, in one sense only. He was still a boy in years. She thought of their time together. She smiled to herself. And fell into an exhausted sleep.

She awoke, to the delicious feel of a mouth sucking at her pussy. Sweet, sweet boy was eating her again. And he was supposed to be out swimming with his young friends. "Dennis," she muttered dreamily. The mouth stopped sucking at her pussy. But she could still feel the hot breath down there.

"Sorry to disappoint you," she heard a deep masculine voice. "But I'm not Dennis."

She opened her eyes wide and lifted her head. She stared down into the face of her brother in law, Bill. He wasn't wearing his glasses. He had such sexy eyes. And he wasn't wearing any clothes either.

"Oh," was all she could think to say.

He smiled at her. His lips were full and sensual. And they were sticky with her pussy juice.

He began to rub the insides of her thighs.

"Delicious cunt," he said, his voice deep, low keyed. "And full of cum . . . That little devil must have pumped you all night."

"Yes," she sighed, and let her head fall back onto the pillow.

His breath was hot at her snatch as he talked.

"I sucked it all out of you . . . that cum . . . and the pussy juice all mixed up with it delicious!" He chuckled and licked at her snatch. "Delicious!" he repeated.

"You saw?" she whispered, her pulse racing faster as his warm damp tongue leisurely flicked across her snatch.

"That last. . . hot fuck . . . yeah," he muttered between flicks of his tongue. She could feel the saliva drip onto her pussy mound. "Yeah. I watched . . . through the peek hole . . . where he used to . . . watch me and Alice." He chuckled and heated up her pussy mound. "We knew . . . he was watching." He reached up to mold her breasts with his big sure palms. "If he was old enough to be curious he was old enough to see . . . A good way to get a sex education . . . His parents . . . loving one another."

"Ohhhh!" Betty moaned as Bill planted a kiss onto her snatch and pushed his tongue into her hole.

He swirled his tongue briefly around inside them took it out and worked it up to her belly button, up to her panting breasts. He cupped one breast with his palm and stared down at her, face to face. His lips, so sensual. His eyes so twinkly and knowing.

"I went into his room this morning to see why he wasn't out of bed. When he wasn't there I guessed. I saw the way he looked at you last night.. . I watched . . . Ummm you were a good teacher . . . You need a man now."

"Yes."

"What the hell's wrong with Jim?"

"It's my fault," Betty said.

"It's never just one person's fault. You need this."

He guided her hand to his cock. It was huge and hard.

"Dennis'll have one like this when he's a little older," Bill said, proudly, but not arrogantly. "Nobody's in the house but us," he added.

"Ummm," she squeezed the big cock, felt it throb.

"What d'ya think I ought to do with it?"

"Fuck me!" she whispered fiercely.

"Little Betty," Bill chuckled. "Little girl.. . over protected Betty."

No doubt Alice's words, she thought.

"Fuck me." She squeezed his cock harder.

"Yes," he whispered, breath hot at her ear.

She felt the big cockhead at the orifice. It poked at the pussy his son had fucked all night."". . the pussy that his lips had so beautifully drained of cunt-juice and boy cum . . . sucked clean for a fresh fuck.

She cradled his lean sinewy body between her knees, the soles of her feet planted firmly on the bed. His big dick slid slowly into her. Inch by inch, she felt her cunt filled. Halfway in he paused to press his lips to hers. And to entwine his tongue with hers as he pushed further into her with the long thick bone hard meat.

He slid his dick into her to the balls. He held still, deep tongue kissing her, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths as his cock throbbed in the juicy depths of fluttery cunt walls.

He kept his mouth pressed tight against hers, his tongue swirling deep, as he pulled his hips back just a few inches. He fucked slow and easy, barely moving his hips. But her juices flowed in the heated cunt. And they could hear a gushy sound from the slow movement of his cock. It was barely moving back and forth, but buried so deep in her.

She moaned, wondering what it would be like when that big cock really got going.

But she was content to feel the delicious sensation of slow fuck that made all her nerve ends tingly. And was so everlasting.

She reached down to cup his hanging balls, that were so full and huge.

He took his lips from hers and ducked his head down to suck one of her swollen tits into his mouth. At the same time she rested her ankles at the small of his back. He sucked deep at the tit and pulled his hips back further. He pushed forward, not hard, but deep.

He slowly worked up to a fast hard pace, sucking at each tit in turn as he deep fucked. And they heard the lascivious sound of cock slushing through rich juiced pussy.

His torso towered above her and he pressed the palms of his hands into the mattress. Her legs raised higher and the heels pressed into his sinewy back. His hips were free for the piston like movements that drove his long thick dick deep into her, drawing more juice to the throbbing cunt walls.

He pushed into her to the balls and kept his dick buried in her, rolling his hips in little arcs. She could feel that big cock throb deep in her cunt, a cock so full, as if ready to burst. His sensual lips turned upwards in a grin as he kept rolling his hips in that arc motion, corkscrewing his cock to her pussy.

"I wanna wait 'til you're ready to pop yours," he said thickly. "I want us to get off together."

"Yes!" she panted. "Yes . . . but.. . wait.. . just.. . a little . . . "

More moments please, she begged silently, of this fierce peak.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" he chanted, corkscrewing his cock a little deeper into her with" those rolling motions of his strong narrow hips.

"Oh . . . oh . . . ohhhh!" she answered his assent-ing chants, her blood engorged cunt lips caressing and kissing his swollen hot dick.

But such a peak cannot be maintained for long, although it seems timeless. It's too intense, too savage. She lifted her head partway up. He read the look in her eyes.

And his eyes told her: Yeah I'll give it to her now.

The big fuck.

But the slow voluptuous build up. His thick meat pulling slowly from her pussy until it was two thirds free. And holding still a long sexual moment while their eyes met, twinkly, lust charged eyes. Her cunt.. . still warmed from his cock . . . but so empty now. She opened it for him, knowing to the very second when it would be filled again. And was ready for it.

Saw his Adam's apple move up and down and he gave savage little cry and lunged forward with all his strength. And she opened and was ready for it, the plunging swollen hard cock, driving deeper than ever it had before into her opened up cunt.

Her piercing scream answered his savage cry.

He was fucking a good two dozen strokes to her.. . his hips moving with piston strength . . . dick feeding her hungry pussy stroking with uncontrolled energy and force.

"Fuck me!" she rasped, staring up at his sinewy, sweat drenched torso.

His full lips were twisted in a grin of reckless sexual happiness as he pumped that big cock to the receptive pussy. Cunt lips pulsating around throbbing hot dick meat.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She dug her heels into the sinewy hardness of his back, locking his cock tighter, deeper in her cunt. He jerked his hips back further, so that for part of a second nearly all his cock was pulled free of the pussy except for the big head. And he lunged forward again, hard, so that his thighs quivered and a shivery, passionate sound was torn from her throat.

A heavy spurt of his cum jutted against her womb. She screamed. He had his wish. They were popping together!

He fucked another spurt of cum into her sucking pussy. He kept pumping his dick to that cunt-juice runny coozie, draining his balls dry of hot squirting jism., Ohhhh . . . fuck the pussy that's been fucked all night by the boy son, now fucked deep by the father.. . fucked all night by a hot boy, now by a man. Those hot thoughts swam in her mind as the heavy cock plunged through squishy sounds, sucking cunt walls, spewing hot cum into her pussy. And she, at the same time, screaming in orgasm, thinking fuck me deep and hard with that thick long heavy man cock that was plowed by your passionate son.

His face contorted. Cords of muscle stood out on either side of his neck. She screamed again. The final lunge, backed by all the sinewy, muscled strength of his body . . . the thrusting hips fucking more spurts of cock cum into her fluttery coozie.

Another lower, more shuddery scream. She lifted her head partway up, let it drop limply again onto the pillow. His sweaty chest panted fast. Her creamy white titties heaved up and down.

He fell atop her, his laughter guttural, lusty. And she found herself laughing with him, giggling almost hysterically, feeling that heavy cock still buried so deep in her.

They were silent then. Their bodies were limp. But not his cock. Slowly he dragged it from the clinging pussy lips.

"Oh," she whimpered.

"Did you know it's after one o'clock in the afternoon?" Bill said, getting up off the bed.

"No," she said, surprised.

She made an effort to get up, felt exhausted and fell back onto the bed again.

"Get a little more sleep," he said. "You need it."

"I guess so." Instead of closing her eyes she looked up at him. His cock was only now slowly fluttering to softness.

He sat back onto the edge of the bed.

"Think you can take good care of Jim now?" he said.

"I don't know if he wants me to. I don't know if I've lost him."

She felt panicky; What if that were true? What if he had grown irreversibly sick of her virginity and decided to leave her?

She was wide awake now. She couldn't possibly sleep She was even unaware of Bill now, sitting on the edge of the bed.