Chapter 6
It was a long night, and more than once I had to fortify myself with a couple of blasts from a bottle of excellent bourbon I keep in the cabinet for special occasions—like snakebite or taking turns with a fifteen-year-old boy in fucking my wife.
After Betty conned his mother into allowing Char* lie to stay over, she went into the bath to tidy herself, saying that she wanted to make her body sweet and fresh for us. Charlie agreed to have a glass of milk and a quick sandwich while I tapped the jug, and for a little while there, I guess we felt embarrassed at sitting around naked, but it soon wore off when we started to discuss Betty.
"You know, Rich," he said, my first name still difficult for him to handle, "I thought I was freaking out when Betty really rubbed it into me the first time. I mean, I damned near shot off right in my jeans. Here I'd been dreaming about her for so long and then suddenly—there it was; I could feel her hot pussy right through our clothes, and when she put one of those gorgeous tits into my hand, that was it. I was plenty scared—of you showing up, and of not knowing how to do it. I had never fucked before, and I didn't want to pop off before I ever got my cock into her. As it was, I almost did.”
"Yes," I said, "she told me that you came pretty quick, after only a few strokes, but that she made you keep your prick inside her pussy and showed you how you could keep right on going. That must have been something terrific—getting your first piece of ass from a woman so hot and juicy. You know, you're only the second guy Betty ever screwed. She was a cherry when we got married, and she never wanted to make it with anybody else—not until you came along. It's tough for you to believe, I imagine, but I was getting tired of fucking her. Not exactly tired, I guess, just bored. And it was like that with her, too. I'm sure glad she decided to do something about it”
The kid finished his milk and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Oh wow; Fin glad, too. I never even dreamed how terrific fucking her could be, even though I kept trying to picture it. I was getting so hard up and horny that I was starting to play around with my kid sister. You know, not really trying anything raunchy, just tickling her and wrestling around with her, so I could get a feel of .her little ass. She has these little tits, too—like green apples; they're nothing like Betty's, and Fm sure her cunt is just a baby's, without much hair, if she's got any at all. But I had it in mind to get into her panties before long if something didn't happen. I mean, all I could think about was your wife's pussy and how deep it would be, how hot and slippery. Fm glad she took my cherry, or else I might have wasted it on Kim.”
I took another long swallow of the fiery but smooth bourbon, and as it warmed my belly, I thought of Charlie's sister. The kid sometimes rode over to our place on her gelding, her dark red hair flying, her tiny body clinging to the saddle and moving rhythmically with the horse. I remembered I'd thought how cute the kid was, and maybe I'd even stared a bit at the tight seat of her jeans. Now I thought about her some more, wondering how it would be to put my big, adult meat into a tiny, untried cunt.
And then, there was Charlie's mother. If either Carolyn or his sister Kim was nearly as horny as this boy, there was always the possibility of getting something together, with one or both of them. The idea stirred my prick and pumped blood into it; I could feel the well-used tool hardening between my thighs and opened them to give it room to grow.
"Okay," Betty said from the hallway door, "if you guys are all through discussing me, it's your turn in the shower. Both of you, I mean. And just so nobody feels left out, I'll do the honors. I always wanted to give a couple of guys a bath.”
I put down the bottle and glanced at Charlie. He grinned at me and spread his hands, as if to say right on, or something equally as young. We got up and followed Betty's glowing nude form into the bathroom, our eyes drawn to the enchanted rippling of her modeled ass and the graceful sweep of her ripe legs.
We have this combination tub and shower; nothing fancy, just the usual rig with plastic curtains around it. Betty already had warm water running, so I climbed into the tub and stood there waiting, with the water running down my body, my reawakened shaft sticking straight out. Charlie got in, too, giggling nervously when his hard cock bumped into mine. Betty made colorful bubbles with a bar of her specially scented soap until she had handfuls of lather.
She started on me, running her deft hands slickly over my sensitive skin, soaping me down from neck to ankles and paying particular attention to my crotch, my balls and the base of my prick, but carefully avoiding the throbbing cockhead.
When she switched over to the kid, I watched her rub foamy hands over his slim body and saw how she teased into his opened thighs, the way she stroked over his rigid pole. By the time she was finished tantalizing our water-warmed flesh, we were ready to crawl onto her right there on the bathroom floor. But Betty insisted we rinse off, and then she dried us lovingly. I had this weird feeling that Charlie and me were a pair of Roman emperors, and Betty was the most provocative, most skillful courtesan in the empire and was preparing us for an orgy.
In a way, she was. My wife was delighting in her role as high priestess of sex, the bitch goddess no man could resist, and she played the part superbly, dominating us, taking command of the situation and making us adore her all the more for her attitude. Happily obeying, we followed her back into the bedroom and waited for her next orders.
They were simple and to the point She spread herself upon the sheets like a sumptuous feast and said softly, Tuck me. Both of you fuck me, taking turns."
I hesitated, then nodded at Charlie. "You first, son."
Trembling with eagerness, he went to my wife, while I sat on the edge of the bed with my prick hard as a broomstick and watched them, not having to hide this time, able to touch both of them whenever I wanted to. The boy lay down on top of Betty, kissing her and fondling her breasts. Her sleek body tick-tocked beneath him, her woolly pelvis finding his and thrusting there in sweetly hungry circles.
My wife's hands moved down over the kid's petting his buttocks, then sliding around in front to caress his stiff cock and the sac of his balls. I sat there watching them, thinking how many times she had done just that to me, knowing the feel of her soft, deft fingers and the cushioning of her flesh. Betty opened her superb legs wider, lifting her burnished knees and exposing the spectacular mounding of her richly haired pussy. Almost immediately, Charlie's swollen cockhead probed anxiously for the humid opening of her cunt lips, and my wife helped the boy find the juicy hole, guiding his prick with her fingers.
Leaning closer so that I could see it all, I peered at the rosy, flanged head as it pushed into Betty's labia, seeing the wet mouth expand to take it in. Slowly, inch by hard and meaty inch, Charlie's prick eased into my wife's beautiful vagina, sliding in and up until his balls were resting in the tufted cleft of her charming ass. She sighed when the boy's pole settled firmly within the moist gripping of her pussy and began that slow, sensuous rolling of her pelvis that made her-well trained vagina wring down upon his cock.
Cupping the smooth cheeks of Charlie's ass, my wife hunched gently to him, controlling his strokes with her hands and the supple responses of her crotch, making him keep the rhythm slow and easy. Her eyes came open and found mine; she smiled as she murmured, "Oh, Rich, it's so good to feel this hard young prick moving inside my pussy. I love the way he thrusts it into me. Oh—I can feel the nice round head bumping into sensitive spots, and when it sinks deep, when Charlie wiggles his ass like he's doing right now, his prick tickles my clit and sends shivers far up into my belly.”
I reached out and put one hand gently upon the kid's ass, letting it ride up and down with the seesawing of his fucking as he fed that young meat slowly but strongly into Betty's loving snatch. I said: "You love to fuck, baby. Any good, hard prick would make you happy. Ride his cock, darling—make your educated cunt suck on it.”
She shivered, her eyes still locked into my own, then bit her lips as she forced her body to stop its erotic grinding. "Oh-oh, Charlie, darling. Pull it out, lover. I know you haven't come, but that's all right; you can get back into my pussy soon. I want my husband to take a turn now. Pull it out, Charlie.”
The lad hesitated, but came up to brace on his elbows and withdraw his shaft from my wife's steaming pussy. Rigid and pulsing, his prick was oiled by her inner fluids, the head gleaming and red. Charlie backed from between her spread thighs and looked at me. I moved over and crawled between their warm, satin roundness, steering my own hungry cockhead down into the damp black fleece that had just been curled around the base of his rod, into the inflamed pussy lips that had just let go his shaft.
She was greasy and hot, so my knob slid in quickly, reaching up into that contracting, fondling sleeve of searing velvet that gave way only to close back around my meat. When my prick was crammed full length into that glorious cunt and my balls snuggled against her uptilted asshole, Betty moaned softly.
"Ahh, that's nice; that's wonderful, to feel one prick right after the other. Fuck me slow and easy, Rich—so Charlie can watch and see how you screw me. Oh, his cock warmed me up for yours, and I'm. getting more juicy inside—ahh, Rich, my husband, my lover—”
Tenderly, I sledged my prick back and forth into the wet oven of my wife's marvelous snatch, amazed at how many different motions Betty could put into it Bending my neck, I fastened my mouth around one of her erect nipples, sucking gently upon it as I foiled my eyes around to see how Charlie was taking the scene. The kid had one hand wrapped around his aching cock and was stroking my wife's hair with the other, but Betty showed no inclination to take that rigid cock into her mouth again—at least, not just yet. She was gyrating lasciviously upon my shaft, rubbing her shaggy pelvis into mine with each adoring circle of her ass, and I loved her more than ever now; I was proud of her sexual prowess, her desirability, her passionate hotness.
“T-take it out," she gasped, right in the middle of her orgasm, just as her cunt squeezed avidly upon my embedded rod and she twitched in her coming, "Oh, it's so good, but I want Charlie's cock back in me now—”
Smoothly, I slipped it out of her vibrant pussy and made room for the boy between her sleek thighs. Charlie jammed his ready knob into her dripping labia and shoved it deep, burying his hard young pole to the balls within my wife's feverish cunt. Now she rode it greedily, twisting upon every reaching stroke, humping madly when the boy pulled back, arching her body and bringing her plump thighs up to clamp around his surging hips.
Teased and stirred beyond endurance by his earlier fucking of her without coming, Charlie laid the meat to my wife with rapid, lunging thrusts that jolted her ripe ass and made her big tits bounce.
She gave a sharp little yelp. "I—I'm coming again— oohh! It's marvelous, wonderful—I'm coming again! Oh, hurry, Charlie—shoot that hot come into my pussy—quick, quick!”
The lad pounded his shaft into her seething snatch, his balls slapping wetly into the swinging crack of her rounded ass. Gripping my wife's trim waist with both hands, he gave a final, twisting hunch and let go his load inside her pussy, his sac contracting and leaping upward as his cockhead spewed boiling semen in Betty's receptive sheath.
Surprising both of us then, she pushed the boy off her, giving an agile twist of her crotch that snapped his still spurting prick neatly from her greasy labia. Gasping to me, she said, "Hurry—stick your cock in me now, now, while I'm all slidy with his juice!”
Charlie was a little stunned, so I had to edge him aside with my hip in order to get between her shivering thighs. Gleaming, milky semen puddled upon her cunt lips, a white lake within her black and curly hair now matted with wetness. Trembling, I shoved my distended and pulsing cockhead right into it, feeling the glorious slickness cover my hard meat as it penetrated into her flexing pussy and snuggled far up into my wife's rippling, flooded sleeve.
She fucked me just as hard as she had fucked him, possibly even more savagely, slamming her crotch viciously into mine and swiveling her belly to make my glans reach every sensitive area of her auctioning vagina. Charlie's come was hot and slippery inside her, and Betty's own love oils were flowing copiously. With every slamming stroke I made, I could hear sloshing noises, sexy wet sounds that could only be made by a greasy prick working within a soupy cunt.
"F-fuck me, fuck me!" she panted, biting into the side of my throat and lancing her fingernails into the heaving cheeks of my ass. "Oh you wonderful, horny man—fuck me forever!”
Flinching and churning her ravenous snatch around my pistoning cock Betty came suddenly and furiously, her pussy fluctuating madly upon my cock-head, nipping at it, clamping down along the length of the plunging shaft So hot and greasy and sweet— as she shook in the tensed completion of her climax, I drove my knob home once more, then hosed her inflamed vagina with a spate of bubbling semen.
There!" I gasped. “Take my come, you beautiful, hot bitch! Feel it inside your cunt? Do you feel my semen mixing with Charlie's in your lovely pussy? Oh, Betty-Betty-”
I was still draining when I backed it out of her blazing snatch and rolled aside, gulping for strengthening air. The kid was back at that fabulous pussy in a second, sticking his hard meat into my wife's cunt lips while they were still quaking from releasing my shaft. Charlie really sledged it to her, getting his hands under the cheeks of her lush ass and hiking her moving crotch to him so he could reach deeper with his short but rigid prick.
Now semen was trickling from her spongy pubic hair with every solid thrust the boy's cock made, seeping from her scarlet cunt lips and making a creamy rivulet down her inner thigh and pooling into the crack of her ass. His prick went slosh-slosh, and Betty rocked with every penetrating lunge, her breasts jiggling and her fingers clawing at the sheet. She had wanted to be fucked by both of us, and her desires were coming true, with interest. Charlie was so horny from screwing her, from seeing me fuck her immediately after, that he couldn't stay away from that fantastic pussy, hypnotized by its drippy, steaming cleft, which gave so much rapture to his young cock.
I knew how he felt I was also mesmerized by my wife's utter abandon and complete bitchiness, by seeing her turned into such a debauched fucking machine, dedicated only to giving and taking sexual pleasure. She was a beautiful body, a hot cunt and rolling ass; she was big, resilient tits and a sweaty belly; she was curling legs and seesawing pelvis; she was hair and juice and flesh—fucking and being fucked, lost in the enchanted release of pure carnality.
In and out, the boy's stiff prick worked, and my wife met his every thrust with her back arched, with her lifted legs now wrapped around the small of his back. Avidly, Betty jammed her mouth into his and used her tongue, but only for a moment. With the bed rocking and bouncing like a small boat in a high sea, she tore her mouth from Charlie's and twisted her upper body so that she could angled toward me where I lay breathlessly upon my side.
Cupping her hand behind my head, she pulled my face to hers and ground her mouth into my lips, her breath hot and spicy, her tongue probing deeply. Locked into her mouth, I could feel every hammering lunge the boy's cock was making into her saturated cunt and feel the spiraling of her lower body against my leg as she took that burrowing meat.
Betty hissed it against my teeth: "Rich, Rich! His prick is still so hard—he's m-making me come again— and, yes, oh yes! There he goes, too! He's spurting his come into me, darling—oh, kiss me, lass me!”
Closing my eyes, I worked my tongue against here as the boy ejaculated into her drenched pussy again.