Chapter 2
It was an American woman writer, Bette recalled, who said, "The only aphrodisiac is sexual intercourse." Betty could definitely testify to that. She and Ronny had fucked for hours, yet by evening she was horny again. And by the next morning she knew she had to do something about it.
She couldn't sit around waiting on the chance that Ronny might stop by and relieve her constant, nagging lust. She needed somebody around more often than that-and preferably somebody very young. Her encounter with Ronny had showed her how powerfully aroused she was by teenage boys. The solution came to her when she thought of a neighbor boy named Steve.
She'd known him since he was a little kid. Steve was seventeen now, and in the summers he did odd jobs to save money for college. Why not hire him on a permanent basis? Bette leaped for the phone, talked to Steve's mother, and arranged for the boy to come over right away for an interview. Bette quickly dressed in skimpy shorts and halter.
When she answered the doorbell, Steve was just as she remembered him-tall, lanky, blond, and terrifically sexy-looking. There was just a slight difference in his manner, though. Before he'd been meek and respectful, like a little boy. Now his eyes drifted appreciatively over her ripe curvy body before he spoke. Bette felt a tingle of lust.
"Good morning, Steve," she smiled.
"Hi, Mrs. Gates," he grinned. "What can I do for you?"
"Follow me, and we'll talk about it," Bette said. "I've got a lot of work to be done in the back yard. I don't know if you'll be interested or not."
She led the boy through the house and out the back door. Here was the perfect set-up for her scheme. Len had made sure they had complete privacy in the back yard in case they wanted to skinny-dip in the pool or even fuck on the grass, so he'd put up eight foot brick walls. Nobody could possibly see into the back yard.
Bette indicated the grass and the shrubs. "I'm afraid I've let this pile up," she said. "I didn't feel much like doing it since Len passed away. I know it's an awful lot of work."
"Hey, no problem, Mrs. Gates," Steve said. "I can do all of it, and I can use the money. Just tell me where to start."
So far, so good. She'd gotten him to agree to a long-term job, so he'd have to show up every day. But could she seduce him? Bette noticed the way he kept sneaking glances at her tits and ass. That looked very encouraging. If he was a normal teenager, she shouldn't have any problems at all about getting him into the sack.
Now for the second phase of her plan. "I suppose the pruning should come first," she said. "Let me show you." She led the way to a big plum tree.
"Some of these broken branches will have to come off," she said, "like these up here."
Just as she'd planned, she started to climb into the tree, grabbed for one of the damaged little branches, and of course it broke. She fell out of the tree, landing hard against Steve. Instinctively he grabbed her, pulling her tight against him. Her rigid throbbing nipples nudged his chest. She knew he could feel them through her halter and his t-shirt. Very briefly, as if by accident, she rubbed her pouting mound against his fly.
His face went flushed and excited. "Are you okay, Mrs. Gates?" he said.
"Yes, Steve," she said huskily. "Thank you for breaking my fall." Their faces were so close, they could have kissed. She smiled seductively at him, then wriggled out of his arms.
That was enough for right now. She'd put the idea in his head, and in just a few minutes he wouldn't be able to think of anything else but fucking her. Leaving Steve to start on the pruning, she went indoors and changed into a scandalously tiny red bikini. When she came out again and stretched out by the pool, Steve almost fell out of the tree.
"I thought I'd get some sun," Bette smiled.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Steve said, his voice breaking in a horny croak. "That'd be good for you, Mrs. Gates."
But not as good as a nice long fuck, Bette reflected. She stretched out on her beach towel, on her belly, and untied the strings of her bikini bra. The strings dropped, and Steve could see all of her huge ripe tits except for the nipples. She was sure he was looking. No horny teenage boy would pass up a chance like that.
Bette pretended to ignore him. She untied the strings of her bikini panties and pushed down the seat, exposing the delicious little rounds of her ass. Then she folded her arms and rested her cheek on them, pretending to drowse in the hot sun. She waited, and it wasn't long before she heard what she'd been expecting-Steve's sneakers moving softly over the grass, and then Steve right beside her, breathing heavily.
"Uh, Mrs. Gates," he said hoarsely, "would you like me to put some suntan lotion on you? You could get burned."
"Oh, that's sweet of you, Steve," she purred, keeping her eyes closed. "Yes, go ahead."
She had a tube of lotion right beside her, and he snatched it up and smeared his hands with the cool thick stuff. He began by rubbing it on her arms and shoulders, but he didn't linger there long. Breathing louder all the time, he worked his way to her back and down around the edges, so that he was touching the pouting outer part of her tits. Good boy! He was moving even faster than she'd hoped.
"Mmmmmm, that feels nice," she cooed encouragingly.
Despite the cool lotion, Steve's hands were getting sweaty and scalding hot. She felt them moving ever so slowly down her sides, touching more and more of her creamy-pale melon-size tits. She was almost shivering with lust, getting more hotly turned on by the second. Steve's stroking fingers were almost to her nipples. She could imagine his mind racing-did he dare to go any further? He hesitated and then his lotion-slick fingers slid under her nipples and cupped her naked tits.
"Mmmmmmmm," Bette sighed.
He began squeezing and molding her heavy ripe tits. She just lay there and let him do it, sighing now and then, letting him know she enjoyed it and wasn't going to protest. His hands began to work more excitedly, fondling big fistfuls of silky hot tit. He tugged and released her big erect nipples, and hot stabs of pleasure raced right down her body to her creaming pussy.
Her tits were so sensitive, especially when they were swollen and aroused, that she thought she could almost come just from having them squeezed. As Steve molded her tits with feverish excitement, she felt her pussy swelling up and growing hot as a furnace. Her hungry cunt started to leak a steady thick stream of molten juice.
Finally thinking he must be wearing out his welcome, Steve reluctantly slid his slick hands off her tits and worked on more "decent" parts like her back and legs. But he didn't stay there long. She knew he was aiming for her ass, the little devil! Sure enough. He paused to squeeze more lotion from the tube and then he was cupping her bare ass, kneading and molding the firm little globes.
Bette gave a contented sigh, letting him know she wasn't going to protest. Soon she felt one stiff finger smearing the cool lotion into the tight crease of her ass. Steve was breathing hard again. He worked slowly but steadily down her ass crack till he was touching the small puckered mouth of her shitter. Bette responded with a louder sigh and a lusty wriggle of her ass. Steve began to rim her asshole with his slick fingertip.
It felt delicious. Her lust boiled over, and she wantonly opened her thighs a few inches, just enough to give the excited boy a good glimpse of her pussy. She heard him moan softly. Then he slid his lotion-slick palm onto her naked gash. He rubbed the swollen burning flesh, and Bette creamed helplessly into his hand. They both knew damned well she wasn't going to get a suntan down there. It was time to stop playing innocent.
As Steve eagerly massaged her pussy, Bette said huskily, "Steve, you devil, you're getting me so excited I can hardly stand it."
"Anything wrong with that?" he said hoarsely.
"Why, no, I suppose not," she sighed. "Go ahead, dear, it feels marvelous."
Emboldened by her permission, Steve really got to work. Bette was pretty sure he wasn't a virgin, or at least he'd had a lot of experience trying to turn girls on, because he knew just where she was most receptive. He began by seeking out the erect throbbing lump of her clit and seizing it between his thumb and forefinger. He began to roughly knead her horny little joy button, and searing pleasure ripped through her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Bette moaned, "yes, keep doing that, Steve, it feels wonderful."
Steve frigged her clit faster and with more pleasure, rolling the slick little shaft between his finger pads. Bette gurgled with pleasure and drenched his hand with scalding cunt juice. She'd been ragingly horny for almost twenty-four hours now, and she felt herself spinning dizzily toward an urgently needed climax.
"Oooooooo, God, yes," she squealed, "frig me, Steve, make me come."
The excited kid was more than happy to cooperate. He kneaded her supersensitive clit hard and fast between his fingers, till Bette was creaming enormous floods of thick pussy syrup and whining with lusty excitement. She gurgled and clawed the towel as pleasure built in her pussy to the brink of explosion. Then suddenly she stiffened, shuddered, and began to come.
"Aaaahhhh, that's it, you're making me come," she gasped.
Her ripe mature body went into helpless convul sions. She knew what Steve must be seeing-her small jerking ass, the heavy rush of her come-juice soaking his hand, her big tits wobbling like crazy. Even over her own hoarse cries of release she could hear him panting lustily as he frigged her. When she finally collapsed on the towel, flushed and gasping, he let go of her clit and began to rim her cunt mouth with his stiff middle finger.
"Oooooooo," Bette squealed. "Are you going to play with my pussy some more, darling? I'd love that."
Steve knew now that he could do anything he wanted with her naked steaming gash. Boldly he shoved his thick rigid middle finger up her cunt, pushing in as far as he could in one rough thrust. Bette gasped and creamed. That helpless blast of juice must have drenched his finger. She felt him probing around, exploring her fiery-hot cuntal tube.
She knew he was imagining how it would feel to stick his cock in there. He'd be feeling velvety wet walls that squeezed and released his finger, a juicy hot hole that blazed and steamed. To entice him even more, she deliberately worked her powerful cunt muscles, gripping and tugging at his exploring finger. She jerked her hips, working her twat up and down the stiff meat.
"Frig my cunt, Steve," she panted, "get me off again. I'm so horny today, I just have to have it."
"Sure, Mrs. Gates," Steve said.
She detected glee in his voice. He started jerking his thick rigid finger roughly up and down in her tight clinging cunt. It felt like a miniature cock, and Bette responded to it greedily, creaming like crazy, pumping her sizzling fuck hole up and down his finger. She gurgled, moaned, and clawed the towel. Her pussy seemed ready to burst with stored-up lust.
"That's it," she panted, "frig me good, honey, really give it to me."
Steve finger-fucked her faster, harder. His finger began to make an obscene sucking noise as it reamed and stuffed her juicy cunt. The noise only added to her ravenous arousal. She jerked her pussy faster, keeping up with his pace, and she felt her molten pussy juice overflowing her cunt and drenching her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh, my God!" she screeched. "You're doing it to me good, baby, you're gonna make me come!"
She rose to her knees for this one, deliberately giving him an expansive view of her swollen red slit and its thick fringe of blonde curls. He could see his finger pumping in and out of her splayed cunt lips, while the mouth of her pussy hole gripped and released his finger in helpless spasms. He fingerfucked her furiously as she climaxed.
"Aahhhhhhh!" Bette wailed. "So damn good, ahhhhhhh!"
Her lush body jerked and writhed as the delicious convulsions shook her. She stayed on her knees, letting the boy see everything that happened to her pussy during orgasm. She figured it would make him unbearably excited-and she was right. As her climax faded, Steve was speaking to her in an urgent hoarse voice.
"Mrs. Gates," he panted, "I'm getting so hot, I just gotta get off. Would you jack me off, please?"
That surprised Bette. The kid showed a lot of restraint, not just jumping on her and trying to forcibly fuck her. He still hadn't realized how lusty she was, how easily she'd give in. Well, he'd get his reward very soon. Meanwhile it might be fun to play along with his expectations.
"Of course, Steve," she said. "Why don't you take off your clothes and get comfortable on the towel?"
Bette rolled over to make room for him, gathering up her rumpled bikini and tossing it out of the way. Steve was just pulling off his t-shirt when she rolled face-up, and he looked paralyzed with lust, gawking at her huge big-nippled tits and her thick curly blonde bush. She grinned lustily at him and broke the trance. Eagerly he finished stripping.
Bette quivered with lusty excitement as the boy tugged off his jeans. As she'd suspected, his prick was stiff as a board, tautly nuzzling his belly. The thick bloated shaft was about seven inches long, springing from a patch of wiry blond cock hairs. His big balls were lightly thatched with golden hairs. She saw big blobs of thick cream oozing from his piss hole.
"Just lie back and relax, dear," she cooed, "and I'll jack you off."
"Terrific," Steve said with a happy sigh.
He stretched out and folded his arms behind his head, apparently content just to get a hand job. In spite of all their lusty foreplay, he'd never dreamed that this beautiful older woman would let him fuck her. Bette let him go on believing that for the time being. She knelt beside him, pointing her upturned ass toward his face so he could ogle her naked pussy. She fisted his rigid handsome prick and began to pump.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah," Steve sighed.
Bette ran her hot little fist roughly up and down his sleek throbbing boner, enjoying the contrast between the silky outer skin and the hard red-hot core beneath. His sizzling prick juice began to run down his granite shaft, wetting her fingers and making her pumping more slick and fast. The boy was flushed with pleasure, his teeth flashing as he moaned and panted.
"Shit, that's good," Steve sighed.
Bette was about to give him something a lot better but she enjoyed teasing and tantalizing him, too. She pumped his handsome young cock a little faster and with a little more pressure, and he whined with bliss. More thick steaming cock cream gushed from his piss hole and dribbled down onto her fingers. He was starting to move his hips, fucking her fist.
"Have you ever gone all the way with a girl, Steve?" Bette asked.
"Just once," he sighed, "and she made me pull out before I came. That's my steady girl, Cindy. We do a lot of fooling around, but she doesn't wanta fuck."
"You'd really like to do it, though, wouldn't you?" Bette said.
"Shit, yes," Steve moaned.
"Then why don't you do it to me, dear?" Bette said.
"What?" he gasped.
"Just get behind me and stick it in," Betty said, turning her head and giving him a wicked grin. "You've got a gorgeous cock, Steve. I'd love to fuck you."
She couldn't have been much more explicit. Steve finally got it through his head that she wanted to fuck. She let go of his cock, and he leaped into action, kneeling behind her as she crouched and thrust her luscious little ass high in the air. His scalding sweaty hands gripped her lustily writhing hips, and then she felt the big hard knob of his cock head wedging into the slick steamy pit of her cunt mouth.
"Yes," she panted, "Shove it in me!"
Steve gave a lusty snort and shoved. He shoved harder than she'd expected, cramming his thick seven-inch cannon all the way to her womb. His taut belly slammed her upturned ass, and she almost fell forward. Gripping the towel, she recovered her balance just in time to feel the powerful steady plowing of his cock as he began fucking her. She shuddered with pleasure.
"Uhhhhhhh," Bette moaned, "Unnnggghhh."
"Am I fucking you good, Mrs. Gates?" Steve panted, all his shyness gone. "You dig it?"
"I love it, Steve," Bette cried hoarsely. "Shit, yes, fuck that big cock into me, fuck my pussy good and hard."
The boy hardly needed urging. He was fucking her like a pile driver, cramming his steely rod deep and hard and fast in her snug juicy fuck hole, giving it to her just the way she craved it. His belly smacked loudly against her ass, and his hairy nut sacs spanked her upper thighs. With each violent shove of his cock, she felt searing pleasure.
"Unnnhhhh, so good," Bette moaned. "Keep fucking me, darling, don't stop."
"I'll try," Steve groaned.
It was a pretty tall order for the frantically horny teenager. He'd been worked up to fever pitch for the past half hour from rubbing lotion onto her nearly naked body and then frigging her pussy. Now her cunt was tugging, juice-slick, and scorching hot around his painfully engorged cock. He gritted his teeth and struggled not to come.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee," Bette wailed. "Ohhhhhhh, Steve, you're fucking me so damned good!"
He growled and fucked into her even harder, making her body shake and her big tits sway violently back and forth. His savage fucking propelled her into a howling orgasm. She stiffened, shuddered, and screamed. Her convulsing cunt gripped his cock and squeezed it hard. Against her ass she could feel his balls tense and spasm.
"You're making me come," she whined. "Ohhhhhhh, shit, whaaaahhhh!"
"I'm shooting," Steve groaned, "can't stop, awwwwwww!"
The fiery liquid splattered her womb, overflowed her crammed cunt, and gushed down her legs. Digging his fingers hard into her hips, the boy spasmed helplessly, his ass jerking and knotting as he pumped steady loads of hot jizz into her grip ping fuck hole. He shot so much and so long that Bette expected it to come out her ears.
"Jesus!" Steve yelped. "Unnnhhhh!"
They collapsed on the towel, Steve's body still jerking against her as he jetted out the last of his load. He made no move to roll off her, and as they caught their breath and rested Bette felt his cock twitching deep in her cunt and starting to stiffen again. Once more she congratulated herself on picking a very young lover.
"Why, you naughty thing," she chuckled, "you're getting hard again."
"Gotta fuck you some more," he panted. "It's too damn much fun to quit."
"I agree, dear," Bette sighed, "I agree perfectly."
He slipped his hands underneath her and played with her tits and pussy as his eager young cock swelled to stiffness in her cunt. It was a delicious sensation for Bette to feel the hot throbbing meat ballooning inside her and stuffing every inch of her thirsty pussy hole. Her hot cunt syrup oozed around his mushrooming cock.
"Let's do it the other way this time," Steve said boldly.
"Of course, dear," Bette purred.
He rose to his knees, his rigid prick popping from her juice-soaked cunt and splatting against his flat belly. As fast as she could, already missing his cock inside her, Bette rolled onto her back, bent her knees, and opened her legs wantonly wide. Steve feasted his eyes on her wet red gash, then shoved his big bloated dick into her scorching fuck hole.
"Uhhhhhh," Bette screeched, "shit, yes, give it to me!"
Steve crammed his throbbing boner to her womb in one powerful greedy thrust. "Awwwwww, Christ, your pussy's hot," he moaned. "I sure love fucking you, Mrs. Gates."
"I love you to fuck me, Steve," Bette panted. "I want you to really cram it to me this time, fuck the living shit out of me."
"You got it," Steve leered.
He began slamming his cock into her ruthlessly, with all the force he could gather. Bette didn't mind at all. She lay back, legs hugely splayed, and gurgled with pleasure as his thick throbbing boner reamed her cunt. Her eyes rolled crazily, and her tongue lolled out as her pleasure mounted. Steve stayed on his knees so he could watch everything.
It excited hell out of him to watch his creamdrenched dick slamming in and out between her widely stretched cunt lips. It excited him even more to watch the gorgeous older woman responding to his fucking. Bette was going out of her mind with pleasure, creaming helplessly, her face twisted in a horny grin. As he watched, she groaned and started coming.
"You're doing it to me, Steve," she gasped. "I'm coming, whaaahhhhh, yes!"
Steve's slamming cock stayed stiff as steel as she climaxed. He intended to bring her off plenty of times, to give her a fucking she'd never forget. As her spasms ended, Bette looked up at him with hot grateful eyes, her pussy deliciously satisfied by his tireless youthful fucking.
"Steve," she panted, "I think it would be wonderful if you could come over here every day-and I don't mean for yard work...."