Chapter 7
Summer vacation was winding down for Bette. Soon it would be time to return to college and hit the books. It didn't mean that there would be no sex for her, but since she insisted on being a straight A student all the way, it would mean a lot of time devoted to studying, with a little sex here and there.
That being the case, Bette decided not to delay about getting at the twelve-inch penis of her neighbor. Just the thought of so big a tool caused an exciting tingling sensation inside the crotch of her panties.
The day following her lusty romp with Edith, Bette waited in her front yard for Edith's husband to return from work. She wore a blouse that was open wide enough at the top to display her lush breasts enticingly. Her skirt was so short that the expanded tops of her nylons could be displayed with ease.
As she watched him coming from the bus stop, carrying his lunch pail, Bette found it difficult to believe that the unimpressive looking male could be the owner of a twelve-inch penis.
Although he was only a year older than his wife, he looked tired and dull, but as she thought again of what Edith had told her of that tool, he became anything but dull. She saw that he had noticed her as she stood with one foot on a painted rock in the garden to ensure that the man could see how the top of her left nylon caressed her firm, white thigh.
"Hello, Mister Carlson," she said with a warm smile as he reached her. "How are you today?"
"Fine," he replied, his face brightening as he stopped and looked down into the top of her blouse. "How are you?"
"A little bored. I guess it's the thought of ending vacation and going back to college."
"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be bored," he told her as he tried to strip her naked with his eyes. "What's wrong with all the young men in this town?"
"Sometimes I get tired of young men," she an swered with a smile he couldn't understand, one that caused his king sized tool to begin trembling. "Why don't you and Mrs. Carlson drop in for a drink this evening?"
Bette wasn't surprised that the man looked puzzled. After all, she reasoned, for a tired old laborer and his immigrant wife to be invited for a drink by a beautiful, eighteen year-old college student did seem a bit unusual.
Nervously, he accepted the invitation and she told him she would expect them about eight.
Warning herself to take it easy on the booze, Bette allowed herself a tall, cool gin and tonic as she sat in the living room, her mind projecting thoughts of the fun evening ahead.
Time dragged, but she managed to kill it by spending a long time with the drink, then enjoying a long soak in a scented bath. She dressed carefully, starting with black garter belt and nylons, then adding a sexy black bra and panty set. Then, deciding to go black all the way, Bette chose a startlingly short black dress that was cut so low that it presented her luscious breasts like fleshy fruit on the twin platters of the low cut bra cups.
"One look at all this," she told herself as she saw her reflection in the mirror, "and Tom Carlson will have a twelve-inch hard-on. I only hope he doesn't go off in his pants."
When her guests arrived, Bette saw that they were both dressed in their best and that the man looked very nervous. She saw his glance down the top of her dress and felt sure she could see something stirring inside his pants.
"I'll make it more than just stir," she promised him under her breath. "I'll make it want to paint the ceiling."
With little effort, Bette took control of the conversation as they sipped their drinks.
With husband and wife seated on the couch, Bette sat opposite and, while managing to appear quite innocent about it, she made sure that they both saw how nicely her white thighs contrasted with her black nylons and, for good measure, she even managed to let them see that between those white thighs ran a narrow strip of black nylon panty crotch.
Tom had stopped trying to hide the fact that he had a big erection, the head of which bulged his pants close to the knee.
With Bette leading the way, they talked about changing lifestyles and mores, about the close discipline of old Europe and the freedom of modern America. Bette saw that they were both wildly aroused and she wondered if the man was going to go off in his pants.
"I think people are crazy not to get all the fun they can out of life," Bette went on, again recrossing her legs as her guests feasted their eyes on her thighs. "Don't you agree?"
"I sure do," Tom told her and his wife agreed.
"You look as though you've really got something big in your pants to have fun with," Bette observed with a grin. "You do have a hard-on, don't you?"
"I sure do. Jeez, I never expected anything like this."
"How about you, Edith?" Bette asked his wife. "I think you have a fire burning inside the crotch of your little panties."
Ya ... ya," the woman admitted, eyes shining with lust.
"That's the way I feel too," Bette said as she allowed her legs to uncross and part wide, then she slowly rubbed a hand on the crotch of her panties. "My hot little pussy is tingling like crazy."
"My God, Tom, that thing looks gigantic," Bette said as she got to her feet, walked to the couch and bent so that he could enjoy a thrilling view inside her dress. "Do you mind if I help myself to a little feel?"
Without waiting for a reply, Bette used both hands to outline the giant penis through his pants and she felt it throbbing.
"Since I'm feeling your big cock, Tom," Bette said, "I suppose it would be all right if you and your wife had a little feel of me."
The husband and wife looked at each other, then four hands hurried up under Bette's dress and she trembled with arousal as they fondled thighs and crotch and buttocks.
"Mmmm, this is sexy fun," Bette told them. "Tell me, Tom, does it turn you on the see your wife feeling me up like this?"
"Yeah, it sure does. I didn't know she'd do that," the man said as he squeezed both her buttocks firmly. "How did you know she would?"
"I have an instinct about people, especially when I'm turned on as I am now," she replied as she squeezed the big head of his penis through the pants.
"Christ, I can't believe this," Tom said, panting.
"We're not even started yet, Tom. Did you ever watch two women going down on each other, fondling and sucking tits, then eating cunt?"
"Shit, no. Just pictures, you know."
"Does the thought turn you on?"
"It sure does."
"How would you like to see your wife strip me naked and eat my cunt?"
"Jeez, that would be wild, but I don't think she'd do that."
"What do you think, Edith?" Bette asked. "Would you like to press your face in my crotch and suck my cunt and have me do the same to you?"
"Ya ... ya ... anything ... everything," the woman panted, her hand rubbing furiously in Bette's crotch.
"Jesus Christ, I'm goin' crazy," the man said with a groan. "It's like some kind of sexy dream. I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up."
"You're wide awake right now, Tom," Bette told the man as she stepped back out of reach of the couple.
Smiling broadly, Bette raised the hem of her dress up over her thighs, above her excitingly filled little panties, then her guests gasped loudly as she pulled the dress right over the bulging bra cups, over her head, then she tossed it away and posed seductively for them in bra, panties and sheer nylons.
"I'm in the mood for sexy fun and games," she told them. "How about you?"
Tom reached for her, his wife followed suit and then the couple was boldly fondling her body and thighs as Bette found the bulge of the enormous erection in Tom's pants and gave it a squeeze.
"I want to have a look at this," Bette told the man, her fingers opening the buckle of his belt. "It feels like a big horse cock. Mind if I take your pants down to have a look at it?"
Without waiting for a reply, she unzipped his pants then pushed them down and licked her lips in anticipation. He was wearing shorts which bulged as though he had hidden a baseball bat in them.
"Christ," she panted as she opened the top of the shorts, "I have to see this cock."
"Sweet Jesus," Bette gasped as his shorts fell and there, waving before her startled eyes, was twelve inches of erect penis. It wasn't big in diameter and the slimness made it look even longer. Way up at the top of the muscular pole, Bette saw the swollen head which looked big and velvety.
"Are you going to allow me to use this horse cock?" Bette asked Edith as her right hand caressed the big head. "Sure. If you want to. You are so beautiful, so hot, sexy.
"Take your dress off, Edith and we'll get the party started. You, Tom," Bette said, turning to the man, "strip naked and get ready for action. I'm the boss here, you understand?"
"Sure. That's fine with me, boss."
The situation became even more exciting for Bette as the older couple accepted her dominant role without even a hint of hesitation or resentment. Sex is great, she told herself, but sex and power is super.
"Your socks too, Tom," she ordered in an appropriate tone. "Get them off. I told you I want you bare naked."
As the man sat on the edge of the couch to take his socks off, the penis that poked up looked unreal, but it also looked excitingly beautiful to Bette as she wondered whether to have it go off first in her mouth or deep in her vagina, very deep, so deep that it would surely be in her womb, she thought and trembled some more.
Bette didn't object when the man came to her and his hands reached for her semi naked breasts, fondling them with a surprisingly gentle touch.
"Would you like to have my beautiful bare breasts to play with and suck?" Bette asked the panting man.
"Yes ... Christ yes ... please."
"You'll have to do something first," Bette told him.
"What? Anything."
"Take your wife's bra off and show me her big tits. After that, I want to watch you loving them, sucking and licking her big nipples. Hurry now, do it, then you may take my bra off and have my tits to play with and suck."
Hurrying to his wife, the man eagerly, but with some difficulty, unhooked her bra, bared the big breasts, then he was sucking on one and fondling the other, tweaking the long, hard nipples.
As he sucked, Edith winked at Bette over his head and it was obvious that the woman who had lived such a straight life was in erotic heaven.
"Get going, Tom," Bette urged. "Give those big naked tits a royal sucking. Lick your tongue across the nipple. That's it. I want you to really make love to her breasts."
Wild with arousal as she watched the man carry out the command performance, Bette rubbed her vulva through her panties and felt moisture in the clinging nylon.
"All right, Tom, that will do," Bette said after a long time, when both breasts had been thoroughly sucked. "Kneel down and take Edith's panties off."
Again the man obeyed meekly, trembling as he fell to his knees, then he tugged the stretched panties down and the woman rested a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of them.
"Mmmm, her cunt is soft and hot," Bette observed with passion as she fondled in the warm crotch. "I think Edith needs a nice cunt lapping to make her feel good. Have you ever sucked her cunt, Tom?"
"No."
"You're going to do that now, Tom," Bette told him. "At least you are if you want to get my bra and panties off. Are you going to suck this hot, juicy cunt, Tom?" she went on as she fingered it and smeared juice on the soft lips.
"Yes," the word broke from him in a cry.
"Lie down across the couch and open your legs wide, Edith," she told the woman. "Tom is going to suck your cunt. He's going to give you a nice cunt lapping and make you have a great big come with his tongue in your horny slit."
Looking as though she would collapse from arousal, the big nude fell onto the couch and threw her big legs wide apart.
"There it is, Tom," Bette told the man. "She has a beautiful cunt. Bury your face in her nice hot crotch and suck her cunt until she comes."
Tom looked up at Bette with a pleading expression on his face, then he shrugged, lowered his face, paused with it between her big, white thighs, then with an expression of resignation, he lowered his face farther, touched that moist vulva with his mouth and began to suck it.
"Suck like a lover, Tom. Give her a first class cunt lapping," Bette ordered as she guided his hands so that they rubbed his wife's thighs and hips. "Come on, let me hear you slurping up all that hot cunt juice."
And then, as she stared, Bette became aware of a change in the man. His face burrowing in his wife's hot crotch, he was obviously enjoying what he was doing, his hands seeming to pull on her hips and he was eating her with delightful greed.
Since that was obviously under control, Bette bent over the sighing, panting woman and, after kissing her wetly on the mouth, she reached farther and claimed a long hard nipple in her mouth. Her hand found the other nipple and while the man sucked and licked in Edith's crotch, Bette doubled her delight by ardently devouring her more than ample breasts.
When Edith climaxed, her cries filled the room and her big body jerked and writhed as though explosions were rocking it like earthquakes. Later, when she was able to talk, she assured them that it was the biggest and best orgasm she had ever known.
"I think you got a surprise, didn't you, Tom?" Bette asked with a smile. "Yes," he admitted.
"Tell us about it. Tell us how it felt to have your face in her beautiful crotch, how it felt to suck and lick her tasty cunt."
"It was good, exciting. I never knew. Christ, that was really something, especially when she came and rubbed my face with those big thighs."
"Will you give her lots of cunt lappings from now on?"
"Yes, lots of them," he replied with sincerity and eagerness. "I think I could suck her cunt a hundred times a day."
"That's nice, Tom," Bette said as she unhooked her bra. "Come and get your reward now, little boy. Here," she said as she bared her lovely breasts, "come and have a nice sucky-suck."
As the wide open mouth approached her left breast, Bette held the luscious gift from below, squeezed it, then sighed as she pushed it into his mouth.
With exciting, muffled grunts and groans, Tom began to suck, but he was too rough and, gripping his hair, Bette pulled his face away.
"That was too rough," she scolded, then, acting on an impluse, she slapped his face stingingly and saw tears well up in his eyes. "When you suck my lovely young breasts, you must be very gentle. Is that clear?"
"Yes," he replied with little boyish sincerity, then Bette pushed the breast back into his mouth and he sucked very gently.
As he did, Bette felt the palm of her hand tingling and recalled the thrill of slapping the older man's face. Her thoughts projected beyond that and she pictured him lying across her thighs, crying and pleading like a boy while she spanked him with a hair brush. As his face moved to her other breast on command, Bette promised herself she would find out how it felt to dominate and spank a mature male, or perhaps tie him securely and beat him with a leather strap or a riding crop.
The thought sent fresh waves of arousal sweeping over her, so she brought Edith to her and had the woman suck her other breast. Having both her breasts sucked at the same time proved to be thoroughly delightful and she kept the husband and wife working for a long time before she took her breasts away from them and gently palmed the very sensitive nipples.
"Do you want to suck my cunt, Tom?" she asked the man.
"Yes ... oh yes."
"Ask me very nicely and I may permit it," Bette teased. "Kneel down and see if you can impress me sufficiently for me to permit you to taste the warm juice of my soft cunt."
"Oh please, Bette, please," the man begged as he fell to his knees before her. "Please let me take your panties off and suck your beautiful cunt. I promise I'll be very, very gentle. Please, Bette, please let me suck your cunt."
"Is it all right with you, Edith?" Bette asked as she winked at the woman.
"Ya, Bette, ya," she replied with enthusiasm. "I can watch while he eat you cunt."
"Lie down, Tom. On your back," Bette added as the man looked puzzled but complied.
"He looks like a sailboat with its mast up," Bette confided to Edith and they laughed together.
But Tom wasn't laughing as he watched Bette step out of her panties, then she walked gracefully to him and stood astride his head so that he was able to stare up into her crotch.
"Do you like this, Tom?" Bette asked and he saw her fingers brush lightly over her vulva, then they parted a shiny wet path between the tender pink lips.
"Yes. Oh yes, Bette. I'm dying to suck your lovely little cunt."
"Are you, Tom?" she asked as she dropped to her knees.
Tom devoured her with his eyes as he stared at expanded nylon tops caressing luscious thighs, then upward to a soft, warm looking pink place that he would soon be sucking.
"Please ... please," he begged as his hands touched firm thighs and tugged gently.
"Lick your lips and lie still, Tom," Bette ordered in a tone that was more firm than warm. "When I'm ready, I'm going to deliver my cunt to your mouth to be sucked and to be licked. When you make me come I'll rub my cunt all over your face. I'll make your face nice and sticky with my cunt juice."
As she spoke, Bette slowly fingered her slit and listened excitedly to the panting of the eager man over whom she had total power.
With a low sigh, she began to part her knees, then Tom's hands moved up to cup her satiny smooth buttocks. Her vulva moved slowly down toward his mouth, paused as it neared it, then it was on his open mouth.
His hands squeezed the beautiful young buttocks as he began to suck. Although he sucked with exciting greed, he remembered to be careful not to hurt the young beauty, afraid that she would take the tasty fruit away from him, that she would slap his face again. It didn't occur to the man that he could do anything about it. She was the boss and that was that.
Lying on the floor with her face close to Bette's bare bottom, Tom's wife moaned with passion, then her left hand went to her own crotch, spread the wet lips apart, then her other hand came there and a finger went into the slit and she groaned aloud.
While she trembled with delight and arousal as she watched her husband lapping the young beauty, Edith gave herself a fingering that was more exciting than any act of masturbation had ever been for her.
Just before Edith's eyes slammed closed in the onset of orgasm, she watched his tongue licking in the top of a wet slit, then her behind was bouncing on the carpet, her cries of ecstasy reverberating through the room.
When her cries abated, Edith opened her eyes just in time to see Bette's beautiful body jerking in orgasm, her hot wet crotch smearing juice all over Tom's face just as she had promised it would. The erotic massage went on for a long time, then Bette sighed as she rested, sitting on the sticky face of her lapper.
"Lie still, Tom," Bette said as she knelt up. "Did you enjoy eating my cunt?"
"Oh God, yes. I loved eating both of you. I'll always love doing it."
As the man lay still, waiting to see what was in store for him, Bette moved back down over his body until her crotch was directly above the foot-long erection and then she stopped and smiled at Edith.
"Be a lamb, dear," she said to the woman, "and open my cunt and guide that pole into it. I'm going to screw your husband a little to get his cock ready for the next step in this sexy game."
Bette slowly lowered her body until she felt the head of the penis touch her vulva, then she waited for Edith to do her job. Gentle fingers parted her crotch lips, a very big, velvety head rubbed over her open vulva, then she let a groan of passion escape her as she felt the head being guided into her more than receptive cavity.
She trembled a little, then pressed down and pushed the very stiff penis up into her. With the head inside, she paused, then pushed down and took more of it. There was still a lot of penis to come as she felt the head in her, more deeply than anything had ever penetrated her.
Bette was moaning loudly as she impaled herself on the tremendous weapon. Tom was moaning too, but it was of no concern to her. He was merely a deluxe dildo, he was something to be used and she was using him.
She was aware of things seeming to stretch inside, but that didn't detract from her pleasure and she took more and more until at last she was squirming on Tom's naked body, his pubic hair tickling her to add to her pleasure and, she guessed, to his as she felt the big tool throbbing inside her.
"Count them, Tom," Bette told the man. "You're going to get ten strokes of fuck in my cunt and then I'm going to get up and leave your cock sticking up, hard and wet. Don't you dare go off in my cunt. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Bette, yes. Anything you say. Oh Jesus, it feels so good. I never got fucked this way before."
"You like this position, do you?"
"Christ, I love it. It's wild. I'm going to ask Edith to fuck me this way all the time."
"I'm glad you said ask and not tell, Tom," Bette told him. "I think you've learned already that there is a new joy to be found in sex by submitting to the woman."
"Yes, Bette, yes. I see that. I never knew it could be so exciting."
"You're smarter than I thought, Tom. If you want a real thrill, when you get home, or perhaps tomorrow, you be the naughty little boy. Your Mummy will take your pants down, take you over her lap and give you a good spanking. She'll be the boss from now on and you'll love your new role."
Listening as her husband agreed with such eager enthusiasm, Edith trembled with delight at the thought of controlling the man, of spanking him and making him cry like a little boy. Bette, she realized, had entered her life like some kind of a god and had changed it all, had created a whole new world in which instead of being a tired old housewife, she had become something of a sex goddess.
Edith vowed she would never give up the control Bette had delivered to her.
And then Bette began riding up and down on the stiff pole. She brought her body slowly up, paused, then down, trembling with delight as the magnificent member invaded her body anew.
She rode slowly to make the pleasure greater until she completed the tenth stroke. Tom hoped desperately that she wouldn't stop at ten, but as her body moved upward, it went all the way and with a little cry, the man saw his penis swaying above him. He came very close to crying.
"Stand up, Tom," Bette ordered as she dismounted.
The man obeyed at once and stood with his stiff penis swaying, shining with the juice of Bette's vagina. As she sat on the stool, Bette reached out and found his erection nicely sticky as she gripped it near the base.
Winking at Edith, Bette rubbed the head of his penis around her lips and face, then she guided it to her mouth and hummed as she took the head inside.
It drove Bette wild to hold the penis with both hands as she took as much as she could into her mouth, then she began sucking him off, her right hand slowly masturbating him in time to the up and down motion of her warmly, wetly sucking mouth.
Through it all, the man moaned and groaned, then his wife added to his pleasure as she approached from behind, caressed his heavy sac and held it as she watched Bette's erotic ministrations with gentle hand and warm mouth.
Tom wanted the delicious thrill to go on forever, but it turned out that forever was a little more than three minutes and despite his best efforts, he knew he wasn't going to be able to delay ejaculation.
"I'm gonna shoot," he panted, hoping, praying that the woman wouldn't take his tool out of her mouth.
And then his prayers were answered as he felt the explosion in his loins and groaned as he fired the first spurt into her mouth. He felt her hand tighten its grip on his shaft and then she was slowly masturbating and sucking in rhythm to his spurting.
He fired blast after blast of semen into Bette's mouth. His knees sagged and he was panting and gasping for air as the woman went on sucking.
At last, he was drained, but still Bette refused to stop sucking on his spent tool. It began to soften, but his knees softened faster and then he fell to his knees, the soft tool slipping out of her grasp.
Tom reached for the carpet to steady himself, but it didn't work and then he fell in a state of collapse.
"That's the way to suck a man's cock," Bette calmly told Edith. "You have to let him know that you own him, that you can use him until you're finished with him."
"Oh Bette, so great you are," the woman said in awe. "Like a queen you are. Like a goddess."
Leaving the man lying on the floor, panting and gasping, the women went to get drinks. As they sipped and fondled each other, they talked about how they would use him again, later, after their lesbian fun and games had brought him to another erection.