Chapter 6
Bette slept late the next morning. When she woke, her body still seemed to glow from the delightful session with Janet. Her hand slipped between her thighs, as it brushed over her vulva, she felt an exciting response and decided to go on with it.
Lying with her eyes closed, she recalled events of the long evening with the lesbian as she slowly fingered herself. Three times she stopped just short of orgasm, then decided to go all the way.
As orgasm approached, she pictured herself in an end to end embrace with Janet, lapping and being lapped by the exciting woman, then the spasms tore through her as the magnificent orgasm went on and on and on. When it finally ended, Bette seemed to be floating just above the surface of her bed. It felt so good that she kept her eyes closed and continued the floating until she floated back into sleep.
It was almost noon when she woke, rested for a few more minutes, then walked naked into the kitchen to make coffee. While she waited for it to brew, she found a bottle of sherry in the cupboard and poured herself a glass.
Bette wasn't much of a drinker and had never started her day with a drink, but somehow, the situation seemed to call for a glass of sherry, so she didn't argue with it as she sipped until the glass was empty, then poured a cup of coffee.
As she passed near the window, she saw Mrs. Carlson waving to her from her garden. Her naked breasts almost touching the glass, Bette smiled and waved to the woman. Recalling what she had promised her, Bette felt arousal flaring between her thighs as she rubbed them together.
When the phone rang a few minutes later, Bette was not surprised to find that the caller was Mrs. Carlson.
"Of course I didn't forget, Mrs. Carlson," she told the woman. "Give me about an hour to have a bath and get in the mood, then come on over."
As she sipped her coffee, Bette wondered if she was letting sex get total control over her, thought that she should slow down a little.
"What the hell," she told herself with a shrug. "I've waited a long time for this and I'm entitled to wallow in it for a while. In another month, I'll be back at college and I'll cool things then. For now, I'll just go on enjoying sex."
After her bath, Bette considered staying nude to greet the woman, then decided it would be more fun to dress provocatively instead.
"The poor old dear must be starved for sex," she told herself. "I'll stage a real production for her, one she'll never forget."
Bette dressed as carefully as she would have for Derek or Janet, selecting a basic black outfit of bra, garter belt, nylons and panties, then she put on a short, low cut dress, one which generously displayed the upper slopes and cleavage of her luscious breasts. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled as she decided that one look at her should be enough to cause the mature woman to wet her panties.
She turned away from the mirror at the sound of the knock on the kitchen door, then she hurried to open it and admit the woman who stared wide eyed, her mouth open to speak but no words coming out.
"You look very horny, Mrs. Carlson," Bette told the woman as she noticed how she had scrubbed and had worn her best clothes, such as they were.
"Oh, Bette, you are so beautiful. I am so excite."
"Then come on in and let's get going."
As she closed the door behind her visitor, Bette took her in her arms and brought their mouths together. To her delight, the woman became a ball of fire as their mouths mashed together, then Bette stepped up the pace with one hand under each big buttock as she pulled her partner firmly against her and they squirmed through a long, sexy kiss.
"Your ass is big and very firm," Bette said when the kiss ended and the woman looked dazed.
"Oh Bette ... Bette," the woman said, seemingly close to tears as she pressed her big thighs together, "what do I do?"
"Strip for me," Bette told her, delighting in her role of total superiority. "Strip your body naked."
Panting, her fingers trembling, the woman began to undress in the kitchen as Bette looked on. As the woman began to pull her dress over her head, Bette reached for the bulging cups of the big white bra. What she felt there was excitingly firm.
"Take your bra off and let me see how big these tits are," Bette said as the woman dropped her dress onto a chair beside the kitchen table.
While the woman fought with the hooks of her bra, Bette continued to fondle the cups, then the garment was open, Mrs. Carlson pulled it off her arms and Bette gasped aloud.
"Sweet Jesus," Bette said as she reached for what had been bared, "these tits look like melons. Christ, they're as firm as melons too," Bette went on, her hands rubbing and squeezing.
"I'm glad. You like my great big tits?" Mrs.
Carlson asked.
"Yes, I like them a lot. Later, I'll suck on them and see how long your nipples can get."
"Yes ... yes ... and you are let me see too your nice tits?"
"You'll see my tits, everything. Take your panties off now. I want you naked."
While the woman pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, Bette became more and more delighted with her sense of power. It had started out as a simple act of doing a favor for a neighbor, but it had become so much more than that.
Bette was discovering the thrill of sexual dominance and she sensed that she was going to develop that art, to hone her talents so that she would achieve new highs in sexual kicks by dominating both women and men.
"What a fine big ass you have," Bette said as she turned the naked woman around and squeezed a buttock that felt even firmer than her own. "How old are you anyway?" she asked.
"F ... forty-seven. I am old."
"You have a magnificent body. Your flesh is so firm," Bette told the woman as she rubbed the well fleshed hips and looked at the wide triangle of pubic hair at the base of a tummy that was well rounded, yet, like the rest of her, amazingly firm.
"Oh Bette ... you make me feel so good. Your hands ... it is so good. I am like a little girl."
"Yes, you are. Move your feet wide apart. Open your crotch wide for me. I want to feel your cunt."
With the same instant obedience she had shown from the outset, the big nude stood with her feet braced wide apart, big breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing.
Bette rubbed her right hand through the thick pubic bush, squeezed the mons veneris, then slowly rubbed her hand into the woman's crotch.
"Mmmmm, you're very warm," she observed aloud. "In fact, you're hot."
As her hnad moved over the softness of vulva, the woman's big body jerked and she gasped.
"Your cunt is sensitive," Bette added as she went on fondling it. "I must have a look at it."
As she squatted in front of the nude, Bette's dress hem hiked high up her thighs, giving her visitor a lot to look at and hunger for.
"My, what a pretty little cunt you have," Bette told her, then gently spread the lips to view the interior. "Mmmm, your cunt is shiny with juice. I hadn't planned on sucking your cunt, but now that I see it, I may change my mind. It could be nice to have my face between these big thighs. Would you like to have your cunt sucked?"
"My God, yes. In all my whole life, never is my cunt sucked."
"Why don't you tell your husband to eat it before he fucks you?"
"He would kill me. Oh Bette, so beautiful you are," Mrs. Carlson said with feeling as she looked down into the top of Bette's dress and beyond to the white skin of thighs above the expanded tops of nylons.
"When I talked to you in the yard the other day," Bette said as she fingered the juicy vagina, "you looked up my dress. Did that make you excited?"
"Yes, so much so. Never before am I feel like that."
"Squat down, now," Bette told her as she withdrew the finger. "I'll let you have a nice look up my dress."
Eagerly, her naked breasts bobbing, the big nude went into a squat at Bette's feet. Her head vanished under the short dress and Bette felt moist breath on her thighs, heard sounds of labored breathing, then felt hands on her thighs.
"Go ahead," Bette told the woman as she pulled the top of her dress down, "play with me and get really horny, then I'll let you bury your face in my crotch and eat my cunt."
"Yes ... yes ... yes," the woman panted as her hands moved eagerly, yet gently over thighs and buttocks and then there was one hand rubbing lightly on the crotch of Bette's panties.
"I like that," Bette said and rubbed the woman's head through her dress. "See if you can make me wet my little panties."
Delighted to oblige, the big woman went on rubbing a hand warmly over the body warmed nylon while her other hand explored Bette's magnificently rounded, firm behind.
"Oh yes ... yes ... wet in your panties," she heard the woman say with excitement, then it was Bette's turn to cry out as the hand moved off her panties and a greedy mouth replaced it, sucking hungrily.
"Ooh, that's nice," Bette said, panting as she opened the front opening bra and pulled the cups off so that she could get her hands on her breasts. "I've never had my panties sucked. Suck some more, then I'll let you take them off and suck my cunt. Come on, suck ... suck ... suck my hot, wet panties," she urged with authority in her tone.
As the woman sucked and fondled under her dress, Bette rubbed and squeezed her breasts, tweaked her nipples into hard sensitivity and moaned with passion as she realized how setting out to do a favor for a neighbor was going to become a wildly thrilling sexual experience. And then it was time to take the woman to bed.
"Get up, Mrs. Carlson," she commanded. "I'm going to take you to bed now and feed you my cunt."
As the head emerged from under Bette's dress, a pair of lovely, naked breasts met the woman's gaze and she gasped aloud.
As the woman's hands came up to reach for Bette's breasts, Bette spoke sharply, as though testing her degree of domination over the woman.
"No, not yet. Don't touch my breasts yet. What is your first name, Mrs. Carlson?"
"Edith."
"All right, Edith, follow me upstairs," Bette told her, turned, caught the hem of her dress and raised it above her hips. "Follow me up the steps and get hungry for this."
The big nude was panting loudly as she followed the young beauty, her eyes feasting on the sight of luscious thighs, beautifully rounded, bulging buttocks and, through the sheer nylon, the deep crack of Bette's bottom.
Bette walked unhurriedly up the stairs, into her bedroom, then she dropped her dress and turned to face the panting, sweating nude.
"Strip me naked, Edith. No," she amended, "take my dress, bra and panties off, then I'll feed you my body."
Edith had difficulty making her trembling hands act as she wanted them to, but she managed to remove Bette's dress and open bra, then she was tugging the little panties down, mewing with passion as Bette raised one foot after the other to step out of the fallen, wet panties.
"No, Edith," Bette said as she pressed her thighs together to keep the woman's face out of her crotch. "I'll lie across the bed and then you may eat my cunt."
Bette walked to the bed, turned to smile at the big nude who remained squatted, then she slipped a hand into her crotch to rub a vulva that was already nicely moist, churning with desire.
"Oooh, my cunt is so ready to be sucked and licked," she said, as though to herself, while her left hand was fondling a breast. "Come and eat my cunt now, Edith."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bette fell back. Her legs came up and moved wide apart and as Edith got down on the carpet beside the bed, she shifted her hot gaze from a pink slit to a little pink ring, then back to the slit again.
And then her mouth was on it and she was sucking, greedily, hungrily, making loud slurping sounds in the otherwise silent room.
"Christ, I love the way you eat my cunt, Edith," Bette said as she squeezed and rubbed her breasts. "Suck, Edith, suck my cunt. Let me hear you sucking up my hot cunt juice. Suck ... suck ... suck...." she panted, groaning in ecstasy.
While the woman sucked, her moans of passion partly muffled in the silken crotch, her hands kept exploring as they fondled nylons, silken thighs, hips and buttocks, then they rubbed upward until they replaced Bette's hands on the lovely, firm breasts, caressing and fondling and gently squeezing.
"Your tongue, Edith," Bette panted. "Get your tongue in my cunt. Lick ... Lash me with your tongue ... Make me come ... lick ... lick ... oh Jesus, yes ... yes ... lick my cunt ... yes ... yes ... yes."
As the woman began to lick excitingly in the wet slit, her hands came back down to Bette's hips and she gently tugged upward in time to the thrilling licking of a tongue that was nicely rough, raspy as it licked over what felt like a million exposed nerve ends.
When it licked up to the hard little passion bud, there were a zillion nerve ends involved, beautifully, magnificently involved and then as the tongue continued to lick, involvement became explosion and Bette shrieked in ecstasy as her body rocked through an orgasm that set a new high for her and left her feeling limp and weak, but glowing.
When she opened her eyes, Bette saw the woman kneeling up beside the bed. Her eyes were shining, her head was thrown back and her right hand was moving in a steady rhythm as she fingered herself, big melon breasts bobbing with the erotic exertion.
"Stand up, Edith, I'll do that for you," Bette told the big nude who got to her feet at once, her body jerking with desire.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bette drew the woman a little closer, reached around to hold her by the left buttock, then she worked a finger in a slit that was hot and juicy. As she fingered the panting woman, her hand moved around the big buttock until it was in the warm crack. Instinctively, Bette probed, found the anal ring with the tip of a finger, then she worked it in as the woman cried out, her sweat-wet body jerking madly.
And then Bette was giving her a double fingering that went on until the woman's cries seemed to fill the room, her big body jerking while the strong spasms of orgasm tore through her.
As the orgasm gradually passed, Edith's knees seemed to give out and she dropped into a kneeling position, then fell onto the bed, gasping for air.
"I think you liked having your cunt fingered, Edith," Bette said with a grin and the woman tired ly raised her head.
"Oh Bette, I like so much everything with you. Do you let me some more suck your cunt?"
"Why not? Get up and lie down on the bed, Edith."
The woman looked puzzled at that, but she eagerly complied, then Bette was crouched beside her, playing with big breasts which continued to jut strongly, even though she was lying on her back.
"For a forty-seven-year-old woman, you have amazing tits, Edith," Bette commented as she played. "I'll bet there are a lot of women half your age who would pay any price to have such firm tits. Christ, how long your nipples are. They're like little boy cocks. I'm beginning to get a very sexy idea."
"Tell me what idea you are getting?"
"Later, I think I'll lie with my legs wide apart and get you to fuck my cunt with one of your nipples. I think if you rub it right on my clit, I could have a real crazy come."
"Oh yes. I am so excite. I fuck you cunt with my big tit. Please, Bette, I suck you cunt now?"
"You suck my cunt now, Edith. Lie still. I'll feed you my cunt."
Recalling one of the many things Janet had taught her in the course of her introduction to the lesbian arts, Bette knelt up, straddled the woman, allowed her to look up into her crotch for a few seconds, then with a sigh, she allowed her knees to move apart and her vulva came down to the waiting mouth of the woman.
Although Edith had never heard of that position for snatch snacking, she knew just what to do. Her hands claimed luscious buttocks and she began to suck greedily, hungrily from the generous vagina that was parked on her mouth.
While her hands made love to the satiny rounds, her mouth ministered to the hot slit oozing juice for her to drink. She brought her tongue into play, felt the warm body subtly rubbing on her, then Bette shrieked in a frenzy of orgasm and as her lovely breasts did a dance of joy, her hot, wet crotch jerked and rubbed all over the face of her lapper, smearing it with an erotic film of crotch juice until the fierce orgasm passed slowly and Bette sighed warmly as she rested, still sitting on the sticky face of her mature partner.
When she dismounted, Bette declared a time out and left the woman resting as she went to pour drinks for them. Just how turned on Edith was, Bette saw on her return as she found the big nude lying on her back, fingering herself while her other hand made love to one of the big breasts.
Sitting at the foot of the bed, Bette watched and listened as the masturbation went on. She found it wildly exciting as the finger stroked in and out of the wet slit of the sighing, panting woman, and then Edith was grunting and gasping loudly, her big behind bouncing on the bed as she climaxed once more.
While she sipped her drink and chatted with her guest, Bette made up her mind that she would go down on the woman, would press her face between the big, peasant thighs, would fondle the massive buttocks while she sucked and lapped her to orgasm.
When her drink was finished, Bette saw no point in delaying the inevitable.
"Lie back and open your crotch wide, Edith," she told her.
"What will you do?"
"I'm going to lose my face between your big thighs and I'm going to suck and lick your hot cunt until I make you come."
"Oh Bette ... ya ... ya," the big nude said as she lay back, raising and parting her knees to display the pink slash below the jungle of hair.
"Mmmm, your cunt is hot and wet," Bette observed as she played with it, spreading the lips, feeling her way down the slit and farther, into the crack of the big behind which was as wet as her vagina, enjoying the feel of her fingers moving over the film of lubrication that was a blend of vaginal juice and saliva with just a salting of sweat.
And then as she felt fires burning in her own crotch, Bette knew it was time to go to work. She heard the woman groan as her face came down, she licked her parted lips as her cheeks brushed the big thighs, then her mouth was fitted to the hot, wet, soft crotch mouth of the woman and she was sucking while Edith pounded her fists on the bed and groaned with fierce arousal.
To Bette's delight, eating the big woman was every bit as exciting as it had been with the sophisticated Janet and she went on devouring and lapping, her hands playing with a pair of big, magnificently firm buttocks until, with a loud shriek, Edith climaxed and her scissoring thighs gave Bette a violent but highly exciting massage until the spasms came to an end and both women sighed as they fell apart.
As they talked and Edith told of her unhappy sex life at home, Bette made a discovery that thrilled her.
"Edith, are you kidding? How long is his cock."
"Twelve inches."
"Jesus Christ," Bette gasped. "Sucking on a thing like that would be like playing a clarinet."
The woman laughed, then turned serious as she looked at Bette with a frown.
"But you will not like to suck on his old cock. You are so young, so beautiful."
"Would you mind if I sucked and fucked your husband?"
"No. From today, you do anything you want."
"Would you like it if I taught your husband to suck your cunt when you want it?"
"That would be so good," Edith replied, her eyes lighting up. "Still, I do not think it can happen."
"Do you doubt my power, Edith?"
"Oh no. You have a great power."
"What do you think your husband would do if he saw me like this?"
"I think his horse cock is shoot off in his face," Edith replied and they laughed.
"Then just be patient, Edith and we'll see what happens. You could end up with a husband who will go down on his knees and eat your cunt whenever you feel like it."
"I do not think that is possible, but it is a so nice thought. For anybody else in the world I think that could not happen, but you are no anybody else. I think you are a so powerful woman, Bette."
"I think you're right, Edith. Think of it, I'm only eighteen years, just starting. Think of what I can be at thirty or forty or fifty."
"I think, Bette, I think."