Chapter 4
Bette wasn't surprised when late that afternoon she started feeling horny again. It seemed as if the more fucking she got, the more she wanted. Steve wouldn't be around again till the next morning. She tried to distract herself with housework, but it was no use. She could still feel that raging need in her pussy.
"Damn it all," she muttered, "what am I, a nymphomaniac or something?"
She hadn't had this problem when Len was alive, but Len had always taken excellent care of her. They'd fuck in the morning before he left for the office, and then again when he got home. Sometimes he'd even pop in for a lunchtime fuck. She'd never had a chance to feel sexually starved around Len. Now it was different-she was going out of her mind with need.
An idea came to her, but not one she welcomed. In her whole life, she'd never tried masturbating. At first she didn't believe in it, and later, when she became more liberated, she'd had Len. Maybe now was the time to explore ways of getting herself off. She felt embarrassed about it, but she was so achingly horny that she had to have some relief. She went into her bedroom and undressed.
Stretching out on the bed, Bette ran her hands over her big swelling tits, caressing and teasing her soft pink nipples. It felt mildly pleasant, but not nearly as exciting as when a man did it. She moved her hands down over her sleek flat belly and onto the warm springy curls of her muff. She pressed down with one hand and contacted the pouting mound of flesh under her bush.
That was better. There was a definite tingle of excitement. Reddening, she opened her legs and slid one hand onto her pussy. The swollen flesh was hot and moist. It felt strange to be touching herself there. The only time she'd done it before was in the shower. She rubbed a little and felt delicious sensations rippling through her slit.
Well, maybe it was going to be fun after all. She tried taking her moist hot clit between thumb and forefinger and kneading it, the way Len used to do. Her touch was too gentle at first, but when she started kneading her joy button fast and roughly, the pleasure ripped through her pussy and made her gasp. Her cunt mouth began to leak hot sticky juice.
"Mmmmmmm," Bette murmured. "Nice!"
Now she was on to something. She lay back, panting a little, and roughly pulled her clit between her fingers. It felt marvelous. Soon her whole pussy was swelling up taut and puffy, the engorged flesh radiating scalding heat. Her hand was getting soaked with her thickly gushing cunt cream. She frigged herself faster, harder, and felt the pleasure build till she could barely stand it.
"Ahhhhh," Bette sighed.
This was definitely fun. She wished she'd tried it years ago. She'd rather have been with a man, but frigging herself was a whole lot better than going around frustrated and horny. She rolled and kneaded the red-hot juicy lump of her clit, her fingers moving faster and faster, and soon she was on the brink of orgasm, her ripe body quivering.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "It's happening, ohhhhhhh!"
She felt a scorching blast of juice from her cunt as she started coming. The sizzling cream drenched her hand and gushed down her ass crack. She felt her clit twitching in strong orgasmic spasms between her fingers. She frigged herself furiously, moaning and writhing, till the delicious convulsions passed. Then she breathed a big sigh of satisfaction.
She raised herself on one elbow and looked at herself in the dresser mirror. Her face was flushed and glowing, her eyes big and hot, just as if she'd been fucked. Interesting. It might be fun to try it again. Bette sank back on the bed and ran her fingers over her scalding-hot pussy, exploring every steamy fold and plane, finding the places that felt best.
She got a definite jolt of pleasure when she -rimmed the oozing little mouth of her cunt. She poked a fingertip into the snug wet hole, and that felt even better. Of course, it felt like a cock, only a very tiny one. She didn't want a tiny one, and it didn't take her long to figure out how to imitate the size of a real live prick. She bunched three stiff fingers and shoved them hard into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Bette gasped.
This was more like it. She began cramming her fingers fast and hard, up and down, in the slick scorching tube of her twat. The pleasure was instant and violent. She imagined Len's massive rock-hard cock pounding in her feverishly needy little fuck hole. She creamed heavily around her jerking fingers. This was the best sensation she'd discovered yet. She was going to come in no time at an.
Just then the doorbell rang. "Shit!" Bette cried.
She leaped off the bed and grabbed a robe out of the closet. Hurrying to the front door, she found her paperboy, Ronny, standing on the porch. He gave her a shy but adoring look.
"Why, Ronny," Bette said, "you're not collecting again, are you?"
"No, Mrs. Gates," he said with a big sigh, "I just wanted to see you again. I think about you all the time."
Bette realized that in the excitement of her arrangement with Steve, she'd forgotten all about Ronny, the first young boy she'd seduced. Naturally his thoughts would be occupied with fucking her again, poor kid. Her annoyance softened into pity, and she gave him a kindly smile.
"Why don't you come in for awhile, Ronny?" she said.
"Oh, yes, ma'am," he said.
She took him into the living room and said, "Would you like a Coke, Ronny?"
The handsome teenage boy swallowed hard, gathering his nerve, and said, "Actually, Mrs. Gates, I'd rather have you."
Bette reddened. She'd always confined herself to one man at a time, and now Steve was her steady lover. But wouldn't it be cruel of her to fuck Ronny just once and then leave him high and dry? After all, she'd taken the boy's cherry and given him a taste for fucking. And wouldn't it be exciting to have two young lovers instead of one? Bette was feeling so lusty, it didn't take her long to make up her mind.
"Me, dear?" she grinned. "You mean like this?"
She opened her robe and let it fall off. She was stark naked underneath. Ronny leaped to his feet and gawked at her lush mature body, his eyes darting hungrily from her huge thrusting tits to the thick golden triangle of her bush. Bette saw the crotch of his jeans go big and bulging, and her hungry pussy responded with a big rush of hot juice.
"Oh, wow, Mrs. Gates," Ronny croaked, "I been so horny for you, I couldn't stand it. I just had to come back."
"I understand, dear," Bette purred. "Why don't we go in the bedroom and do something about it?"
Bette hummed to herself as she led the way down the hall. This unexpected visit was working out very nicely. Just when she'd been craving a nice stiff young cock, Ronny had showed up. If she worked it carefully, she could have Steve in the mornings and Ronny in the afternoons. It would be just like the good old days with Len-she'd never have to be horny.
They entered the bedroom, and Bette helped the excited kid out of his clothes. He had an achingly bloated cock. It stood up rigidly, hugging his belly, and the knobby head was drooling a thick stream of juice. Poor Ronny's hairless nut sacs looked ready to explode with their hot load of jizz. Saliva rushed to Bette's mouth as she eyed his handsome young prick.
"We're going to have some special fun today, Ronny," she said huskily. "We're going to do something we didn't do before. Come and he down."
He followed her obediently, his cock so stiff and swollen that it didn't even quiver with his movements, but as they lay down, he said wistfully, "Gee, Mrs. Gates, I was hoping we could fuck."
Bette stifled a laugh. "Oh, we will, darling," she said, "but I think you'll enjoy this other thing, too. I'm going to suck your cock."
Ronny turned beet red. "What?" he cried.
"You never heard of that?" Bette grinned. "Cock-sucking, giving head, going down on a person?"
"No, ma'am," he said uneasily.
"Well, darling, I guarantee you're going to love it," she assured him. "Just lie back and relax. I'll do all the work."
He still looked uneasy, but he did as she instructed, stretching out on his back and trying to relax. Bette crouched beside him with her upturned ass towards his head. She wanted him to have a good view of her naked slit. It would make him horny and take his mind off his nervousness. She dipped her face down to his handsome stiffstanding cock.
"Now don't worry about a thing, Ronny," she said. "Millions of grownups do this and get off on it. You'll know why in just a second."
"Okay, Mrs. Gates," he sighed.
Bette stuck out her gleaming pink tongue and began to lick his rigid blue-veined boner. She started at the base and worked her way up slowly and sensuously, lapping up all the hot tasty cream that had dribbled down his shaft. She savored the delicious juice on her tongue, then swallowed it with a hungry gurgle.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "your cock juice tastes so good, Ronny."
For a moment Ronny was absolutely still, a little shocked at the sight of this beautiful older woman greedily gobbling up his cock juice and tonguing his prick. Then the pleasant sensations began to get through to him, and he flushed all over and gave a low moan. Soon he was panting and sighing loudly, loving the feeling of her hot juicy tongue lapping its way up his bloated horny prick.
"See, darling?" Bette cooed. "It feels nice, doesn't it?"
"Oh, wow, it feels terrific," Ronny sighed. "You can do it as much as you want, Mrs. Gates."
Bette chuckled, then got back to work. She lapped her way to the dark red knob of his cock head and almost drooled all over it. Now she was getting where she wanted to be most of all, the source of all that thick salty cream. She swirled her tongue around and around the red-hot throbbing knob, eating up all the oozing cream. It came in big hot globs from the slit mouth of his piss hole. She lapped it up as fast as it dribbled out.
"Oh, wow!" Ronny moaned, "that feels fantastic."
"The best is yet to come, dear," Bette panted. "I'm just getting started."
When she'd cleaned his glistening cock head of all its spilled juice, she wriggled her stiff tongue tip into the slit of his piss hole and reamed out more tasty prick-cream. Ronny gave a shrill cry of excitement and shivered violently as she cleaned his cock mouth of all its hot thick juice. All his shyness was gone now, replaced with feverish horniness.
Bette opened her red-glossed lips and brought them down around his rigid prick. Moving fast and hard, she took his six-inch boner into her scorching juicy mouth.
"Awwwwwww!" Ronny bawled.
The excited kid almost shot off the bed as he felt his bloated dick sucked into a woman's mouth for the very first time. Bette drew in her cheeks and raised her tongue, sheathing his eager prick in scorching wet flesh. She began to blow him with powerful vacuum pressure, sucking hard and fast. Ronny groaned and dribbled thick tasty cream onto her tongue.
"Awwwww, fuck, that's good," he howled. "Shit, yes, suck my cock, suck it!"
Bette's long blonde hair flew as she bobbed up and down over his stiff-standing prick. Her big tits swayed heavily back and forth. As she feverishly gobbled his dick, she made an obscene wet slurping noise, her scalding spit drenching his throbbing cock. Ronny whined and moaned and clawed the bedspread, out of his mind with pleasure as her boiling-hot mouth sucked and stretched his horny young prick.
"Awwwwwww!" he howled.
Soon he couldn't hold still. His dizzy arousal spurred him into action, and his hips jerked in an instinctive fucking motion. The frantically horny boy began fucking her mouth, cramming his violently throbbing prick right into her throat. Bette was aroused enough to take it without choking. She matched his strokes, her head bobbing furiously.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, Mrs. Gates," Ronny whined, "you better stop. I'm gonna fuckin' come right in your mouth."
Bette released his cock just for a split second and moaned, "I want it, Ronny. I want to eat your come."
Then she jammed her greedy hot mouth around his cock again and sucked violently. She took the hammering boner deep into her hot silky throat, squeezing and releasing with her throat muscles. Ronny howled with pleasure as his tautly swollen balls came to rest against her chin. Bette felt the bloated sacs tense and start to spasm.
"AWWWWWWW, FUCK, I'M COMING!" Ronny groaned.
Bette moved her head back a little, wanting to get his delicious jizz on her tongue where she could taste it. Ronny jerked his hips frantically and filled her mouth with scorching come-juice until her cheeks puffed out. She wanted to savor his thick salty jism longer, but she had to swallow or drown. She gulped the sizzling juice just in time to receive another mouthful. Ronny howled and fucked into her greedy mouth till he'd given her every last drop of jizz in his balls.
Bette sat up, licking her lips to get all of his come. "Well, how'd you like it?" she grinned.
"Out of sight," he sighed, grinning and flushed. "What did you call that again?"
"It was a blow job, darling," Bette said, "and I'll be glad to give you one any time. But right now I'd like to teach you some other things. Would you like to learn how to turn girls on?"
"I sure would," Ronny said eagerly. "Then maybe I could finally get a date."
"You'd probably have to have a date before you
"could do these things," Bette said, "but I think after you learn them there'll be a gleam in your eyes that'll get you all the dates you want. Now here's what I want you to do...."
Soon she was lying on her back, knees bent, legs hugely spread, while Ronny lay between her thighs getting his first long, good look at a woman's pussy. He was fascinated, his eyes darting all over the gleaming red flesh. He studied the erect little bud of her clit, the drooling pit of her cunt mouth, and her tiny puckered asshole.
"Wow," he said, "girls sure are different from guys."
"Thank goodness for that," Bette said. "Are you ready to start learning those new tricks?"
"Yeah, tell me what to do," Ronny said.
"The idea is to get the girl excited out of her mind," Bette said, "and the best way to do that is to lick and suck her clit."
"What's a clit?" Ronny asked.
Bette showed him, parting the thickly furred lips of her bush to expose the stiff red bud of her joy button. "You start by licking it-be a little rough," she instructed, "and then when your girl is pretty excited, you suck it and get her off."
"Okay, here goes," Ronny said eagerly.
Just like Steve, he wasn't a slow learner. Anxious to acquire some skills, he tongued Bette's clit furiously, sending delicious shivers of pleasure through her pussy. He was a little clumsy at first, but soon the steady rough flicking of his tongue on her horny little love-bud was making her gurgle and moan and writhe.
"Marvelous, darling," she gasped, "you're getting me very excited. Just keep doing it hard and fast."
She could hear the soft wet splat-splat of his juicy tongue as it flicked her erect swollen clit, and that added to her wicked arousal. Bette had learned a lot about herself in the last few days. She hadn't known before how very young boys turned her on and how she loved teaching them all about sex and fucking. Ronny's obvious excitement only added to her boiling lust.
When her cunt cream was gushing out helplessly and soaking the boy's bobbing chin, she instructed hoarsely, "All right, Ronny, you've got me really excited now. You can tell by how wet I am. Now's the time to suck me off."
He cooperated instantly, seizing her hotly throbbing clit between his lips and sucking on it hard and noisily. Violent jolts of pleasure ripped through her belly, and Bette gave a loud shriek of pleasure. Her pussy juice turned into a molten flood that splashed his whole face, and she began to jerk her hips in helpless fucking motions.
"That's it, darling," she gasped, "you're sucking me good. Keep doing it fast and hard. I'm almost ready to come."
His sucking was obscenely loud, a wet slurping noise that filled the room. Bette gritted her teeth and thrust her pussy hard against his face, forcing her clit farther into his boiling wet mouth. A few more greedy rough sucks, and she was coming, her tall ripe body thrashing like a beached fish.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes!" she wailed.
Ronny couldn't keep her slippery squirting clit between his lips, not when her body was rocking and bucking in the violent convulsions of orgasm. He rose to his knees and watched her come, amazed at how she'd reacted to his sucking. He could hardly wait to try out his skills on other girls. When Bette finally went limp and panting, she flashed him a big grin of satisfaction.
"That was marvelous, dear," she sighed. "You really got me off."
"Teach me more," Ronny begged.
Not that Bette minded. Not at all. She instructed the boy how to rim her cunt mouth with the stiffened tip of his tongue, explaining how this technique would make any girl wild to fuck. It certainly had that effect on her. His rimming tongue tip teased and tantalized her, making her crave something big and stiff in her hotly aroused twat. Finally she couldn't wait another second.
"All right, Ronny, you've got me really horny now," she panted. "I want you to shove your tongue in my cunt and fuck me with it. Move it just like a cock."
"Oh, wow, kinky," Ronny chuckled.
He crammed his stiffened tongue hard into her seething cream-filled box and began jerking it roughly up and down. Bette would have applauded his efforts, only she was too busy screaming and writhing with pleasure. His nose rubbed hard across her clit, and his bobbing chin teased her sensitive puckered shitter. She was getting fantastic pleasure all over her pussy.
"Perfect, Ronny," she groaned. "Keep doing it, keep fucking me with your tongue. Give it to me!"
Ronny tongue-fucked her boiling wet pussy hole as hard and fast as he could, making her howl with pleasure. In another few seconds she was coming, her convulsing cunt gripping and tugging at his jerking tongue. Her heels beat a furious tattoo on the bed, and she clawed helplessly at the bedspread.
"OHHHHHHH, I'M COMING SO GOOD!" she screeched.
Again Ronny rose to his knees to watch her. He was especially turned on by the sight of her mammoth big-nippled tits wobbling wildly and the thick steaming river of juice gushing from her cunt. His cock had been stiffening all the time he was eating her pussy, and now it mushroomed into full hardness, lurching tight against his belly.
Coming down from her orgasmic daze, Bette saw his handsome teenage prick, stiff and drooling and ready for action. Instantly she was horny again. She thought about novel ways to fuck, and an idea came to her. She and Ronny were just about the same height. She grinned and leaped off the bed, her big tits quivering and bouncing.
"Come over here, Ronny," she said. "There's something new I want to try."
"Whatever you want, Mrs. Gates," he grinned.
Bette leaned back against the wall and had Ronny face her and grip her waist. It was a perfect set-up. Nearly the same height, his cock was on a level with her pussy. She spread her legs and let Ronny figure out the rest of it. It didn't take him long. He thrust forward lustily, and she felt her cunt crammed to bursting with rock-hard throbbing meat.
"Unnnggghhh, yes!" Bette moaned. "Get that big cock into me, baby, fuck me good!"
"You bet I will, Mrs. Gates," Ronny panted. "Awwwww, shit, your cunt's so hot and wet. Feels great."
By now he'd learned that Bette had no time for slow gentle fucking. Tnere was a raging lust stored up in this beautiful older woman that could only be satisfied by a brutal near-rape. Ronny gave it to her, plowing his thick steely boner hard against her womb with every rough swift thrust. Bette howled with lust and drenched his slamming prick with scalding pussy juice.
"That's it, you big stud, fuck me!" she screeched. "Fuck me crazy, baby, fuck!"
The insanely horny kid fucked her so hard that her teeth rattled and her ass rubbed hard against the wall. She was going to have a black and blue ass tomorrow, but she didn't care. She shrieked with pleasure as she took the thunderous plowing of his rigid six-inch boner, sizzling pussy cream gushing helplessly down her legs.
"I'm going to come, Ronny," she whined. "Come with me, baby, cream me good!"
A few more fucks and a few hours later, Ronny staggered home, flushed and blissed-out. He'd promised Bette to come by every weekday afternoon. Now she was all set up with her two eager teenage studs. Things couldn't have been better. She didn't know that tomorrow something would happen to mess up her plans completely.