Chapter 3
For the next few weeks Fred had meetings three nights a week but the wives were included in only two of these. On all of the other occasions, when Fred would be out until past midnight and Alice would keep her father company watching television, George thought that he would go out of his mind. It had been over ten days since his last fucking session with Betty before Fred called Alice late one afternoon and informed her that she was to be included in that night's meeting. George tried to look disinterested, but his heart was beating like a trip hammer as he eavesdropped on his daughter's phone call to Betty to ask if she was available on such short notice to sit with young Jimmy.
George thought that he would jump for joy when he heard Alice say, "Oh, that's wonderful, dear. We always feel so safe when you are with Jimmy. I'll expect you about seven, then."
That evening sat dinner George remarked that if they didn't need him to stay with Jimmy, he thought that he would go over and play cards with some of his old buddies. He wanted to allay any possible suspicions by making it appear that he would rather go out than be stuck at home with the young baby-sitter. He left the house a little before seven and walked briskly down the street. At the corner, he looked back to make sure that he wasn't being observed and then ducked quickly into the drug store. He made a small purchase and then browsed through the magazine racks from which vantage point he could keep an eye on the street without being seen. At ten past seven, Fred's car drove past the store. Alice was seated beside him. George waited another ten minutes and then walked home.
When he entered the den, Betty threw herself into his arms and pressed those big firm young tits against his chest. The mere contact made his cock twitch in anticipation. When she ran her fingers playfully through his graying hair and around his ears, he felt his cock hardening rapidly.
"I was afraid you really had gone out for the evening," she said, pouting. "I would've died having to spend all evening here alone, thinking about you and what we could be doing all the time."
George grabbed her buttocks and ground his now-stiff cock into her crotch. "Maybe you don't think I've been going nuts all these nights without you," he said into her ear as his hands fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.
Suddenly, she backed away and fixed him with a strange look. It was as though she had to tell him something but was having a hard time finding the words. The dreadful thought flashed across his mind that maybe she was menstruating. What shitty luck that would have been. He wanted her cunt so desperately now that he could almost taste it.
"What is it, Betty?" he asked softly. "What's on your mind? You don't have to be afraid to tell me. No matter what it is."
"I'm just afraid that maybe you'll think I'm just a silly sentimental girl," , she said, dropping her eyes to the floor.
"I promise I won't think you're silly at all. C'mon, now, out with it," he prompted.
"Well, it's been a long time since we did it, and then we did everything here in the den. I've been thinking about it a lot since last time and it's just that I'd like to fuck in comfort, rather than with my knees propped up on some cold hard-leather chair. I want you to take me to your bed and put me naked between the cool sheets with a soft pillow below my head and a nice mattress beneath my ass. I want to learn how Mom feels when she does it in bed with Dad. Please, George, tonight fuck me in your bed."
"Why, my dear, that's a lovely thought and there is nothing I'd rather do than to have you between my sheets. Come, let's go straight to my room." He took her hand and led her back to his little cubicle.
"George, do just one other thing for me tonight, will you," she said as they approached his door.
"Sure, honey. Anything." He had a roaring hard-on by now and would have promised her the moon, if necessary, to bury it in her furry snatch as quickly as possible.
"Carry me over the threshold. It's the first time I've ever been in a real bed with a man and I want to feel romantic about it. Do you mind?" she was blushing slightly at the boldness of her requests tonight.
"I think it's a lovely idea," he smiled, suddenly feeling younger himself at the young girl's fantasizing of the situation. He swept her up in his arms and carried her across the narrow threshold to his tiny room.
When he put her down she kissed him sweetly and began to stroke his stiff cock through his pants while he removed her blouse and reached around her back to unhook her bra and let those big boobs fall out of their nest. Damn, but she had lovely tits. Then, as he removed his own clothes she unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles and then kicked it up on the single straight chair in the room. She made sure that he was watching before hooking her fingers in the elastic of her panties and pulling them slowly down over her hips, bringing the big hairy muff into view a fraction of an inch at a time. Then she turned down the bed, kicked off her shoes and slid between the sheets. George nearly ripped off the rest of his clothes and crawled in beside the naked young beauty. She stroked his hot cock and pulled him over on top of her as she spread her thighs and guided the trembling head to the damp pink valley of her crotch and rubbed it up and down the tender sensitive slit as she stroked the staff of his cock while urging him into her.
For his part George didn't need much urging. It had been a long time since he had been in a comfortable bed with a real live woman. Even though Betty was just a third of his own age, at the moment she was offering ample proof that she was a full-fledged woman, indeed. She wrapped her ankles around his in the same way that his wife used to do, and thrust her cunt upwards to facilitate his complete entry into her. Inch by inch he burrowed down into her. She was so cool on the outside; so warm on the inside. The insides of her precious pussy were as softly caressing to his throbbing prick as a wet velvet glove and yet the tender internal membranes of her cunt retained a virginal tightness that made it necessary for him to force his penetration deeper and deeper into her inner pussy as he had to stretch the tight stricture inch by inch to accept his hard thick cock as he burrowed it down balls deep in her hot tight little snatch. When his entry was complete he felt the lips of her widespread cunt graze against his sensitive balls in the most intimate of lovers' kisses. They rested then and enjoyed the sweet sensations of the total union. George had been supporting much of his weight on his knees and elbows. She pulled him down flat on top of her supine body now and glued her lips to his while the thimble hard nipples of her fleshy tits ground into his chest. Slowly, their hips moved up and down in perfect harmony as he worked his hot cock in and out of her tender cunt in ever lengthening strokes until it moved rhythmically in and out of her like a piston with full six-inch strokes, each of which she returned in perfect unison. He felt the muscular convulsions grasp and squeeze at his swollen tortured member as he fucked her desperately now to orgasm after orgasm as she kept moaning, "Fuck me, George. Keep fucking me and never stop. Here, in your bed, tonight I want you to really fuck me flat. Ohhhhhh, here I cum again!"
"Lift your cunt up to me tight, Betty. I'm just about to burst and flood your sweet snatch with my hot molten cum. Concentrate on your cunt and feel me swell up and blast my jism deep down inside of it. Ahhhhh."
"Oh yes, I feel it. Oh, I love it! I love to feel it shooting its load deep into my belly. The only thing that could make it any better would be if I had taste buds or a palate down there so that I could taste as well as feel your sweet love cream as it pumps out of your cock into my cunt. Oh, it's like heaven."
They lay close together for a long time after their original passions were spent, petting and playing with each other. Betty's hands kept being drawn, as though magnetically, to George's limp cock until it was no longer limp from her constant attentions to it. She bent over his body and lowered her face to his crotch where she flicked her tongue over the tip and mushroom head while she gently stroked the shaft and massaged the balls. Her big beautiful tits grazed across his stomach as he brought his awakening prick to full attention. George shoved both pillows beneath his head and raised it from the mattress. Then he guided her over to kneel above his face in the classic soixante-neuf position as she lowered her face to his crotch and her crotch to his face. It had been a long time since George had partaken of the erotic delights of simultaneous oral-genital contacts. Now he licked and tongued on her cunt suspended just above his face while she swooped her mouth down to encase all of his trembling hard-on in the tender confines of her mouth and throat while her lips gave a silken massage to the inflamed skin while her tongue tickled the long swollen vein that rose from his balls to the slit in the tip of his cock. With one hand he cupped and spread and massaged the cheeks of her ass while the other hefted and pinched the nipples of her dangling tits as they hung down over his belly. They worked a finger into each other's assholes and had everything going for them at once. The erotic thrills of the sensuous massage of tongue, lips, fingers and hands was far too powerful to be long lived and within minutes the young girl and the older man were spewing their sex juices into each other's mouths in simultaneous orally induced orgasms. It was as though their cum was flowing in and out of each other at the same time.
When they had finished their ying-yang encounter, George glanced at the old alarm clock on the dresser and was amazed to find that it was already past eleven o'clock. Alice and Fred could be arriving at any time now and it wouldn't do for them to be caught in this situation. They dressed hurriedly and spread the bed back up neatly and beat a hasty retreat to the den. Betty had just tuned the television set to a late re-run of an old movie when they heard the car enter the driveway. Thank God for noisy gravel driveways. They are built-in alarm systems. They heard the back door open and close and both knew that Alice would go directly to check on little Jimmy while Fred would come to the den to dismiss the baby-sitter and ask if there had been any phone calls. As he strode into the den, he found the young girl and the old man sitting sedately in chairs on opposite sides of the room, their bleary eyes glued in fascination to the tube. Neither seemed even aware of Fred's presence until he cleared his throat loudly.
"I thought you were going to play cards with your friends tonight," he challenged old George.
"I did, but I went broke early. I got home a little after eleven and came in to watch the news then got involved in this old John Wayne horseshit and gunpowder epic," George explained as though bored with the whole scene.
"Really, George, you must learn to watch your colorful language in front of youngsters. You will shock them into bad habits," Fred lectured the old guy sternly. Betty rose to leave without even acknowledging the fact that George was still in the room. Inwardly, they were both pretty proud of themselves for playing a real cool hand.
When Fred returned from paying the girl and seeing her safely home George was still thoroughly engrossed in the old flick on TV. He looked up as his son-in-law entered the room.
"Want me to turn off the television so you can get to sleep," he asked politely.
"Not if you're involved. Just turn it down and we'll close the door so Alice and I won't even be able to hear it," he suggested.
George turned the volume way down and pulled his chair closer to the set as his daughter's husband went back to his room. He knew from experience that Fred fell into a deep sleep almost the second his head hit the pillow. To be on the safe side he'd give him five minutes and then turn off this drivel that was boring him to distraction and beat a hasty retreat to his own room and bed. With any luck he might still feel the warmth of young Betty's body on his sheets and smell her feminine fragrance on his pillow.
Nearly a week passed before Alice was again asked to accompany her husband to an evening meeting. George was in high spirits at the prospect of playing a return engagement with his youthful mistress. All of his high hopes came crashing down when he heard Alice inform Betty that they might not be gone over an hour since this was just to say good-bye to the visiting VIPs who had been conducting the meetings. Thank God, she had warned them!
With the tight timetable hanging over them, the September and May fuckers were afraid to even remove their clothes. George contented himself with rubbing her big tits through her blouse and, since it would be faster in an emergency for him to simply zip up his fly than for the girl to tug up her panties and rearrange her skirts, she simply pulled his stiff cock out through the zipped opening and sucked him off. It seemed unfair but since a stiff prick has no conscience, he didn't fight her in her surreptitious approach to sucking him off. The very fact that the clandestine liaison was so fraught with danger made it all the more erotically stimulating and she moaned ecstatically as he crammed his hot cock into the cool moist recesses of her mouth and throat until he blew a copious load of his hot cum into the young girl's anxious mouth with such force that it threatened to blast right through the back of her skull.
Afterwards, he felt guilty about not reciprocating her tender attentions. Almost forty-five minutes had passed since Fred and Alice had left. From what they had said they could be returning any minute now. On the theory that a half a loaf is better than none, old George ran his hand up Betty's skirts and into her tight panties to cup her moist crotch and finally work one and then two hard fingers into her creamy cunt as he finger fucked her violently. She squirmed and moaned but it was obviously far short of the attentions that she really craved. George realized that one-way streets of this type could kill sex affairs faster than anything else. He did not want to risk losing Betty now that he had found her.
On a sudden inspiration, he withdrew his fingers from her creamy pussy and grabbed her by the hand and led her to the living room couch in front of the big window. The drapes were drawn but he could see the car's headlights through them when it turned into the driveway. He shoved her shoulders down onto the back of the couch and had her kneel on the edge of the cushion. He turned her skirt up over her pretty little ass and yanked the panties down to her knees. Straddling her legs from behind, he spread her firm full cheeks with his hands and aimed his re-hardened tool into the crevice between. In this position he managed to enter her dog-fashion and banged away at her rear as best he could with the panties holding her knees together. It was hard going at first and he lubricated the burning tip of his cock with spittle and rammed it into the thin crevice between her buttocks. At last he effected a tight entry. He wasn't aware of whether he was into her cunt or her asshole. Nor did he particularly care at the moment. He socked it to her viciously until he was entirely contained in either front or rear hole while they watched for the warning signal of the headlights. Time was of the essence now and he spread her cheeks wide and looked down to watch his big hard cock disappear inside of her. Up till now he had been blinded and confused by mounting passion. There was no mistaking of the sight that he now saw. His huge prick was crammed tightly into the young girl's asshole. The mere sight of his buggery of her rear excited him to renewed efforts as he rammed his hot cock further and further into her lower intestines until he felt her tremble just before he blasted his load into her bowels. He had no sooner extracted his rampant charger from her brown rear tunnel than he saw the headlights. Getting his cock back into his pants he yanked up the young girl's panties and helped her back into the den.
"Oh, George, that was wild. Really way out. I could feel your big hot prick crammed up my ass and it excited me so that I couldn't tell whether I wanted to come or go! Promise me you'll do it again when we have time to really enjoy it."
She threw him a brief kiss as George dashed back to his little room seconds before his daughter and her husband came in the kitchen door. Betty was sitting demurely in front of television; her composure fully regained, even if only on the surface.
Just before he fell asleep George experienced sharp shooting pains in his chest such as he had never felt before. He wondered if he was having a heart attack. He didn't dare say anything to Alice and Fred. They might call a doctor who would diagnose the cause. He remembered hearing about older men who had fucked themselves to death trying to keep up with some young pussy. He wondered, somewhat absently, if this could now be happening to him. Oh well, shit, if it was it was. There was nothing he could do about it. If, indeed, he was coming to the end of his misspent life there was no pleasanter way he could think of to exit from this veil of tears than by screwing himself into oblivion with a beautiful young broad. The very thought seemed to relax him and soon he fell asleep and, while he slept, the pressures in his chest alleviated. In the morning, he slept a little later than usual but finally awakened feeling quite normal again. Perhaps, he wasn't really as old as he had feared the night before. Any forty-five-year-old man that can satisfy a fifteen-year-old girl can't really be that far over the hill.