Chapter 6
Going along with the promise he had made to himself, Bob called Betty and asked her out. He could tell she was thinking about that "ride" in his car the afternoon she had stopped over. She agreed to go to see a movie with him and Bob was hoping for the best.
When Bob picked her up in the evening he realized that he had forgotten just what a sharp chick she was. As she walked into the room where Bob was uncomfortably talking to her mother, he saw those nice tits bounce toward him. His mouth watered as he knew that he would at lout be welcome to massage those jugs. Bob hoped that his having gotten laid would somehow give him whatever it would take to make a girl do what he wanted. He felt different and it might show, and help.
It wasn't easy to think up things to say to the gorgeous chick when all he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck her. He was glad when they finally got to the theater and he could just sit back and watch the film and, of course, grab some lit. When the lights went down, Bob put his arm around Betty and felt her lean toward him; an encouraging movement.
They kissed a few times, but not enough to take their minds off the movie. Bob crept his fingers
down her chest to the lovely bulges that held her blouse out so beautifully. He touched one globe lightly, then wrapped his hand more firmly around it. There was too much tit there to hold it all at one time, so Bob moved his hand around on the firm protuberance. He felt beneath the globe, where it joined her chest, then ran his fingers out to the tip where he played with her erect nipple with his fingertips.
Bob used all the tit-holding techniques he could think of. He handled it gently, then roughly; he squeezed it with his fingers, then with the palm of his hand he pushed the jellied globe against her chest. Putting his hand under the heavy tit he lifted it and felt its delicious weight.
Bob didn't want to make a scene in the theater so he didn't crawl all over Betty. There was only so much he could do while sitting back in his chair. He did put his free hand on her thigh though. He was hoping that she would do the same, and she finally did. Her hot hand made Bob's balls tingle with excitement even though her hand was a good eight inches from his crotch.
Bob kissed her again and the way she kissed him back gave him the courage to slide her hand nearer to his throbbing basket. She let him move her hand, but when her fingers felt the fully-packed crotch Bob felt some resistance in her arm. She relaxed though, and let her fingers rest on his cock.
Now as Bob caressed her tit, Betty made shy, exploratory movements with her fingers. She could feel the beating of Bob's heart in his imprisoned cock. The contour of the head could be felt clearly trough the denim of his jeans. Betty had seen a few cocks, but she had never handled one, soft or hard, and she was finding it very interesting, as well as exciting.
Betty's mother had always warned her not to let boys go too far, and she tried to follow her mother's advice. Even though her cunt had cried out for the prizes that the boys tried to bestow on her, she had always resisted. After almost every necking session, after denying her date her favors, she would go to bed and vigorously massage that little nut in the folds of her cunt.
As the boys Betty had turned down were jerking off, she was rubbing herself into a state of blind ecstasy. But something had happened since the last time she had seen Bob. Her father was a traveling man and he was away on a trip. Two nights before her present date she had come home to find a strange car in the driveway. It was very strange to find the house empty with her mother's, and the other car, in the drive, and all the lights on.
At first she felt worried, but then she heard muted voices coming from the upper floor. Betty went to the bottom of the stairs and listened. She heard her mother's voice and the voice of a man. They were talking softly and giggling. Betty went up the stairs to see who the visitor was. What she found surprised the pants off her. The voices were coming from the bedroom and she suddenly realized that she wasn't expected home that early.
Her casual and natural manner was changed into the behavior of a spy in her own house. She crept to her mother's door in the dark hallway and peeked in the room. There on the bed was her mother and a man she'd never seen before, and they were doing exactly what her mother warned her against. The man was lying on the far side of her mother's naked body. Just as her eyes focused on the scene the man lifted himself and moved between his mother's legs.
Betty saw for the first time the huge muscle of love that she had heard so much about. The man guided the thick rod toward her mother's flurry cunt and slid it in. Betty could guess how it felt to her mother by the way her body reacted. Her legs lifted and wrapped around the guy's hips. Her mother was obviously enjoying having her twat filled with that incredible hunk of stiff meat.
Betty continued watching as the man pumped his cock in and out of the willing pussy. She heard her mother begin to make those strange moaning sounds that Betty had always figured she had made in her sleep when she heard them through the dark house when her father was with her mother.
The two fuckers began writhing and clutching at each other. Betty did sonic writhing herself when she rubbed her love bud, but she never felt anything like her mother was feeling with that guy's cock ramming up her snatch. Betty watched the whole show. When it was over she crept back down the stairs and went out. She walked around for a while to give her mother a chance to get ready for her to come home at the expected time.
Thinking about what she'd seen was having a powerful effect on her body, however, and she knew she had to do something about it. She went back to her house and got into her mothers car. The other car was still there so she knew she had plenty of dine. She pulled her jeans and undies off, and touched the quivering lips of her cunt. Thinking about the scene she'd witnessed, she began to play with the interior of her soaking pussy.
With a picture of the strange man's hard prick in her mind, Betty sent two fingers up her drooling cuntal canal. She moved the fingers in and out in an imitation of the action she had seen. With both her hands busy on her pussy, she felt her body tremble like her mother's had. Her fingers weren't as long as the thing she had seen sticking out from that man's crotch, so she figured fucking was even better than the sensations she was causing in herself; and that was saying something.
With her fingertip on her cut and two fingers of the other hand shoved in her cunt, Betty had a great orgasm. The spasms left her in a beautiful state of dazed relaxation. Finally the sounds of the strange man driving away told her that she was free to go in the house. Her mother was still in bed and Betty went right to her own bed, where she repeated the cunt-sport.
The next day Betty found that she had a different idea of the way she should behave with boys. What was good for the goose was good for the gosling, she figured. When Bob called and asked her out she decided to take advantage of her new freedom. Too bad she couldn't have told Bob about her decision. They wouldn't have had to bother about the movie. But she was still too shy to tell him that she had a new policy and wanted to fuck him. She knew he would try anyhow, so she just had to be a little patient.
Now she had her hand on Bob's cock and she was getting more eager to feel that magnificent rod enter her starving twat. Bob was getting, bolder now and the sensations she was causing in his prick made him more aggressive. He was squeezing her tits with more passion, and the hand he had laid on her thigh had moved to the moist area of her crotch. He pressed the puffy mound. This was where Bob had gotten stopped the last time, when they were sitting in his car, Bob began to sweat with the fear that the same thing would happen again.
Although he was no longer a virgin, Bob didn't have any new ideas; All he could do was press and probe the pillow of denim-encased cunt and hope for the best. He felt the wonderful treasure, but couldn't feel the crack because of the seam that ran down the middle of the crotch of her jeans. Finally he got all his courage together and lifted his hand to her waist and grabbed for the button that held her pants closed.
When he felt her hand on his he figured the jig was up. The old feeling of disappointment was descending on him when he heard Betty whisper something to him.
"Let's go to my house," her breathy voice suggested.
Bob looked at her and saw a new expression on her face. It was a combination of eagerness and lust. He began to feel optimistic and very excited. They stood and started down the aisle, bumping into seats and each other When they were out of the theater they grabbed each other's hands and held them in a way that communicated their mutual hunger. Betty was looking deep into Bob's eyes, and if he interpreted the sign right, he was in for a treat. CHAFFER SEVEN
The walk to Betty's house was agony for Bob. He was afraid to ask her if his hopes were too good to be true. Betty wished she could tell him exactly what she wanted from him, but she was still too shy to do anything like that.
"Why did you want to leave so suddenly?" Bob asked, in a desperate move for some encouragement. It sounded pretty limp though, and when he heard himself, he wished he hadn't said anything.
"I just thought it would be nice to be alone with you," she said.
They looked at each other again and Bob thought he finally could start planning on getting fucked. It still seemed too good to be true, and he couldn't help being nervous. Betty was nervous too. She had high hopes for the coming event, and was dying to see if it was going to be as good as she hoped.
They went in the back door of Betty's house. She left him in the kitchen and went to see where her mother was. She came back, told Bob that her mother was in bed, then led him down to the basement. The basement was fixed up as a recreation room, and Bob finally let himself believe that the dream was going to come true.
There was a couch and they sat down. Resuming the position they were in in the theater, they kissed and put their hands where they had been. Bob gave her cunt a few strokes through her jeans, then went right for her button. He unsnapped it and pulled down her zipper. She didn't stop him.
Bob's heart was pounding and his hand was trembling as he stuck his fingers in her pants. Her smooth belly felt so good to him that he could hardly believe there was so much more coming his way. He felt the top of her undies and slipped his fingers under the elastic. The hidden curls met his fingertip and still she didn't stop him. Bob flattened his hand against her belly and shoved it down into her pants.
His fingertips combed through the fleecy hair and he felt the top corner of the crack. His tongue was deep in her mouth and he felt her suck it even farther into her mouth as his fingers caressed her cunt. He pushed his hand deeper into her pants and grabbed as much cunt as he could. Now he could get his middle finger in the crack, but he couldn't get his hand down far enough to reach the opening of her well. He would have to get her pants off her if he was going to get his finger into her wet insides.
Bob lifted his hand out and whispered into her ear. She did what he asked immediately. Getting up and standing before him, Bob was able to tug at her pants and expose her belly. Betty helped him pull down the tight-fitting pants and Bob saw the dark curls emerge. Soon he was staring at her bare cunt, a few inches from his face. He could smell the peculiar odor of her juices.
Betty kicked her pants off her feet and sat back down. Bob kept his eyes on her cunt until she pulled his face to hers and kissed him. Now when he put his hand on her crotch there were no obstacles to his entering her. He pushed his fingers between her legs and her thighs sagged open to give him room.
The hair around the gash was wet with the slippery juice that was leaking from her cunt. The mouth was open and Bob could feel the tender flesh of her inner lips between the hair-covered outer lips. Pressing his middle finger into the slot, he found that it glided in with the lubricated ease of her willingness. The first thing he did was send his finger high up her flowing cuntal tube.
Betty stiffened her body at the intrusion, but soon relaxed and started moving her hips in a circular motion to increase the effects of his finger on her cunt. Bob reached high up her canal, then withdrew his finger and explored the outer regions. The wiggly inner lips led his finger to the bunched-up flesh that surrounded her clit.
He knew when he had hit the right spot because Betty drew in a sharp breath through her nostrils. As he wiggled the hard kernel around, she began wiggling her whole body. Soon she dropped her head onto the back of the couch, taking her mouth from his. Bob looked at her face and was shocked at the expression of total pleasure she was wearing.
Her mouth was wide open as she breathed heavily through it. Her eyes were shut tight and her features were all scrunched up. Bob looked down at her cunt. All he could see was her hair and his hand wedged between her thighs. He wanted to get down there and see what was going on, but Betty was holding him tightly by his hair and neck and he couldn't move. He just kept wiggling her clit and staring at her face.
Desperate sounds began coming out of her mouth with every breath. The sounds excited Rob and he increased his clitoral manipulations. She was really getting wild and Bob knew she was having an orgasm. The idea of bringing a girl off with his fingers made him feel ten-feet tall. Betty almost jumped off his finger as she hit her peak. She pulled his hand from her crotch when she could stand it no more.
Betty collapsed in Bob's arms as she caught her breath. Then she told him to take his clothes off. Her words hit Bob like a hammer. This was it! He jumped up and started puffing his clothes off as Betty sat and watched. Bob opened his belt and pants in record time. When he pulled his pants down and his cock sprang out, he could almost feel Betty's gaze on it.
He sat down again as she was pulling her jersey off, the only garment she still wore. Bob looked down at her tilt They were spectacular. Big and firm and white. She was staring don at him too, Bob watched her hand move in slow-motion to his cock and take the pole into her fist.
Betty was fascinated with his tool and she handled it as if it were a rare art object. She studied the fat head and the veiny shaft. While she played with the strange new toy, Bob worked on her tits and cunt. When they had seen enough for a while, They kissed again. Their bodies came together and they fell sideways on the couch. Betty maneuvered onto her back and Bob wound up lying on top of her.
He lifted his hips to free his cock, which was sandwiched between their bellies, and brought the throbbing thing to her wet and opened gash. Reaching around her hips to her cunt with one hand, Bob guided his cock carefully to the hot portals. Lowering his hips put his prick into the tight hole. Once again Bob was experiencing the bliss of having his cock held by a juicy pussy.
Betty was squeezing him so tightly around his chest that Bob couldn't breathe, but he didn't even notice. They began moving their hips and they soon had Bob's twitching tool sliding smoothly in and out of her cunt. Their faces were pressed together and they were panting in each other's ears. Bob plunged in until their hair was intertwined, then withdrew until he could feel her cuntal lips grab the ridge around the cockhead.
After all the necking they'd done, Bob was set on a hair trigger. His juices overflowed and burst into the cunt he was plowing. Betty felt the searing heat as his bullets of gism flooded her. She hadn't come yet, and she kept bucking her hips to keep the prick moving in her. Bob understood and continued for the few more strokes that it took to send her into ecstasy again.
This time Bob could lie on her for as long as he wanted as they recovered. As they rested, still connected, they told each other how great it had been. Before long, Bob's cock was getting stiff again in her cunt. Betty felt the fleshy cylinder grow and stiffen until it was filling her to the brim again.
They started moving again and the second fuck took a bit longer, giving them prolonged pleasure and an even more smashing orgasm. Again they rested while still plugged in. Finally Bob rolled off the sweaty girl and lay beside her with his limp prick reclining on her thigh.
Betty got up to go the bathroom, she had to drain the huge amount of gism that filled her cunt and Bob watched her body bounce and sway as she walked. When she came back they curled up together. The next thing they knew they were wakened by the sunlight streaming in the high window. Betty and Bob got up, kissed and went their separate ways. Betty to bed and Bob home.