Chapter 4
Al left Betty alone for the rest of the day. He took her out again for supper. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and she was hungry. Betty managed to regain some composure. Her reasoning was she could not think clearly being upset. The trick was to remain calm and figure a way out.
She was surprised that he left her alone after the meal. His actions made her wary. She was suspicious of his intentions. Although there was one eventual conclusion! It would lead to sex.
On Monday, when she awoke, Al was gone. Probably off to find more customers to fuck her! Naked, she slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. Her eyes caught the reflection of her naked body in the mirror above the dresser.
It was the first real look she had of her shaved pubes. Betty paused to view the effect. The appearance of her naked cunt excited her. Surprising, how women never took cognizance of what their cunts looked like! She always remembered having a thick patch of hair over the slit.
There were twin, puffy, small mounds in the center of her crotch. A thin slit formed a depression between them. She chuckled to herself. It looked like a miniature ass with the crack and moon-shaped buttocks. Even a parker house roll!
The shaven pudenda had a lascivious look to it. Almost lewd! Yet, there was a sensual attraction to it. She wondered what it tasted like.
The call of nature interrupted her thoughts. She completed her ablutions and made breakfast for herself. As she lingered over the coffee, she reflected upon her earlier speculations. The taste of her cunt! For that matter, any cunt! Lesbianism wasn't her bag! But the naked cunt intrigued her. She returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed.
Betty bent her body several times to see if her head could reach her cunt. If contortionists could do it, so could she! Her body was supple enough. On the sixty try, she managed to get her head to her crotch.
The successful attempt excited her. Her nostrils drew in the musky scent of her cunt. Blood was rushing through her in anticipated passion. She managed to slip one of her hands between her legs to expose her clitoris.
Her twisted body was uncomfortable. No matter. It was worth being physically indisposed for a brief time. If only to savor the taste of her own cunt.
She closed her lips about the erogenous node. Her entire nervous system was shocked at the contact. The voluptuous thrill brought on by this erotic touch sent shivers of ecstatic rapture tingling into her cunt. She licked the erogenous morsel of flesh. She nibbled on it, tasting its succulent flavor.
Each oral manipulation filled her with sensual exhilaration. Her body was tiring from the cramped position of her contorted pose. She was determined to induce an orgasm before straightening out.
Her lips, tongue, and teeth continued to tantalize the tiny vibrant clitoris.
She felt the cataclysmic force of her orgasm pour down into her cunt. Her lips shifted from her clitty to the mouth of her snatch. To catch the heavy deluge pouring out.
She strained her neck further. Her mouth covered the slit. Her tongue rolled over the shorn labia and reached into the recesses of her vulva. What delicious nectar! Her lovely come! She licked as much out as she could.
Straightening herself, Betty jumped off the bed. The doubled over position tightened up muscles infrequently used. She could use another rubdown! Flexing her shoulders and rotating her neck, she tried to loosen her muscles.
Betty went to the mirror. She smiled at herself in admiration of her accomplishment. "Sonovabitch!" she swore softly. "That was beautiful!"
She relished the new look of a shaved cunt. Not only did it look exciting, it was exciting! The area was more sensitive to contact. Her tongue had discovered that for her. The attempt to suck herself off was a strenuous exercise. With continued practice, the effort might be reduced. Betty found out that sucking herself off was more thrilling than masturbating. If the opportunity presented itself again, she would attempt it once more.
The door slammed and Al called out to her. A little sigh of resignation escaped her lips. She remembered a quotation from King Henry V, "once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...." And once more, she sallied out to meet her foe!
At least it wasn't a stranger again! It was Bob. He was back for a return engagement with her.
He came over to her. His arms embraced her, pulling her naked body towards his. The coarseness of his heavy winter garments scraped her bare skin. She felt the cold air that permeated his clothing. Her frame shook at the contact. It was bad enough being mauled like this! She didn't need the cold upon her bare skin.
"How about a little loving, honey?" he asked.
"I didn't know an invitation mattered to you," she said.
He pressed his mouth to her lips. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue snake out. Betty responded. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to search out hers. His hand dipped into her shaved pussy. She jerked her hips at the contact. His hand was still cold.
The kissing didn't bother her. Betty welcomed it. It was the only sign of some consideration offered to her in the few days she was at the cabin. His kiss had no real meaning. But at least, someone was kissing her!
A sudden thought came to her. She once heard the expression, "I don't mind getting fucked but I want the kissing that goes with it!" At least, now, she was getting the kissing!
The taste of his mouth was a mixture of tobacco, coffee, and alcohol. Her tongue rolled around his in a playful game of lingual tag.
His hand played across the shaved pudenda, teasing her passions. Despite the cold hand, his touch aroused an erogenous thrill. She felt it traveling along her spine in a lightning flash. It struck the bowels of her loins and started a mild incandescent glow.
Their mouths were welded together. Their cheeks worked in a synchronized ballet while they sucked each other's tongues in a deep soul kiss.
Betty was tempted to take Bob's cock out of his pants. She had broken a rule of hers governing the circumstances. She responded to Bob's embrace, returning his ardent kissing. The urge to fondle his cock was restrained. There would be more time for excitement later on. Betty was certain of that!
He parted from her after several minutes. Gazing down at her naked cunt, Bob gave a low whistle of approval. "I can dig that! Shaved pussy turns me on! How come the new look?" he asked.
Betty tossed her head towards Al. "Ask him! He's my manager!" The two men laughed.
Bob was already removing his clothing. His cock stood up, straight and ready. Her eyes riveted to his prick, anticipating the carnal pleasure it was about to give her. The cunt juices started to ooze from her glands.
"Al tells me you dig fancy fucking!" Bob commented. "I'm going to show you one I call the wheelbarrow!"
His announcement intrigued her. The sexual excitement mounted within her. She wondered what it was like and whether it would satisfy her aroused passions.
Bob tossed a cushion onto the floor. "Lay down and rest your head on that!" he instructed.
Reaching down, he caught her legs under the knees and raised her lower trunk. Bob stepped inside her open thighs. She was upside down, her cunt below his prick, his arms holding her legs firmly to his hips.
Al moved towards them. He parted her twat and guided Bob's cock between the cuntal lips. Bob pulled her closer, driving his prick into the vaginal sheath. Betty felt the hard flesh sliding down the throat of her twat.
Bob's fingers dug into her legs in a tight grip. The blood rushed to her head in her inverted position. She experienced an uncomfortable sensation in the back of her neck and shoulders. Those were the only negative physical qualities of the position.
Otherwise, she had no complaints. Bob's cock seemed to be imbedded deeper in her quim. He began the rhythmic coital movements with a little variation.
The backward motion was a slow deliberate partial withdrawal. She responded to the friction of his cock moving out. A tickle stimulated the moist flesh of her vaginal walls. It spread back to her spine. A voluptuous chill shot up her back, prickling the hairs at the back of her neck.
He plunged his cock back into the dampened folds of her cunt with hard thrust. Grinding his shaft in a slight rotating shove. His prick seemed to corkscrew into her rapacious box. The forceful shove sent his groin banging into the shaved puffy lips of her cunt. Shivers of ecstasy rippled through her body. His balls flayed her buttocks as he drove home his rigid dick.
Al straddled her body, facing Bob. He inserted a dildo into her ass. An ecstatic panic came over Betty. She knew what the vibrator was capable of doing to her. It hummed into action. In spite of her awkward position, she jerked her hips in a frenzied gyration. Al's fingers closed over her clitoris and rubbed the sensitive node.
Betty tried to lift her body in an upright position. At the same time, she reached out in a futile attempt to touch Al. To make him stop the ecstatic torture of her clitoris. His manipulation of her clitoris was far from gentle. He wasn't hurting her. But the rough massage of the tiny engorged flesh was excruciatingly divine.
The vibrator in her ass created a mass of tingling voluptuous ripples. The erogenous stimulation threatened to spill over and inundate her cunt.
Bob's prick maintained the same unhurried cadence with the forceful plunging nuance. A lustful intoxication overcame Betty. At first, she attempted to stop them with her feeble efforts.
Caught up by the wild sensual exhilaration, Betty surrendered herself to the carnal ecstasy that cloaked her. Her throat emitted repeated groans of pleasure. "Ohherrr! Ahhrrrr! Ohherrr! Mmmmm!"
Her face was flushed from the blood in her head and the excitement coursing through her. The turbulent pounding of a mounting orgasm filled her loins.
"Ohh! Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded. "Don't tease me! Fuck me, harder, faster! I'm coming! I'm coming! I want to feel your hot come shooting in me!" Her cry was an urgent sob, almost tearful.
A series of liquid eruptions exploded inside her cunt. The heavy discharge filled up her vaginal chalice. Bob stepped up the tempo of his penile strokes. In spite of her carnal exhilaration, Betty was conscious of the increased cadence of Bob's pumping cock.
His prick slithered around in the heavy dampness of her twat. Al removed the vibrating dildo from her ass. Betty continued to feel the erotic tingle pulsating in the moist anal canal. He still maintained the rough stimulation of her clitty.
Although her inverted position hampered her, Betty had no difficulty in experiencing the sexual gratification from the act. She continued to emit ecstatic murmurs of approval.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Oh ... that's ... good! ... Uh! ... Uh!" she gasped in response to Bob's forceful thrusts. She punctuated her gyrations with comments. "Oh! ... keep ... fucking ... like ... that! ... Just ... a ... little AGAIN! " ' M O R R R E E! I'm coming again! ... I'M ... COMMMINNGGG!"
Her cry was a loud exclamation. It tore from her lips. A cry of tortured anguish tinged with the exquisite ecstasy of sensuous rapture.
As another series of multiple orgasms pulsated in throbbing waves in her cunt, she felt Bob's eruption. His cock contracted and expanded. Hot sperm spurted into the pool of her come. He made his final plunge just as the first glob of jism shot out. When the climactic spasms stopped, Bob withdrew his prick. He lowered Betty's body to the floor.
She felt the heavy mutual discharge seep out of her cunt. The mixture of their come trickled down her thighs. She was in a state of complete physical exhaustion. The unorthodox position and the strain of the erogenous stimulation had drained her.
Betty remained stretched out on the floor, her breathing heavy and strained. Her eyes were closed. Her nervous system was adjusting to the change. This last fuck had been a strenuous one. She wondered if she would survive the week if the sex continued at this pace.
The soft, moist contact on her bare cunt made her open her eyes. Bob was on the floor between her thighs. His tongue glided over the sensitive flesh of her pudenda.
"No more, please, no more for now!" she pleaded in a weak voice. "I can't take any more! Later, later! Please let me rest for awhile!"
Her clitoris still tingled from Al's rough manipulation. It was very sensitive. Bob ignored her entreaties and continued to lick her cunt. She tried to sit up to stop him. Al was straddling her chest, his buttocks pressing on to her tits.
"Take it easy, baby!" he told her in a placating tone. "He's just keeping your box warmed up for me. In the meantime, play a tune on this!" He waved his hard-on in her face.
The weight of his body forced her back. "Please, Al, have a heart!" she pleaded. "My clitoris is so tender, I just can't take any more!"
He looked into her strained features. She didn't know if he would be compassionate or a sadistic bastard. All she knew was her endurance had been stretched to its fullest. Betty knew any further stimulation might push her over the brink.
Al's eyes bored into her face in contemplative study. He seemed to determine the same opinion. "All right, Bob, take a break!" he ordered, standing up. "The broad's shot her load and needs a breather!"
A sigh of gratified relief blew from her lips. These sex scenes were exciting and strenuous at times. But there was a limit to the capacity she could absorb. Now was the time for one of those massages! She'd even settle for a nice hot bath!
Betty remained supine on the floor, recovering from the erogenous ordeal.