Chapter 4
Ron and Betsy Greer lay in bed, head to toe, his mouth attached to her floppy, dark-red cuntlips. He'd never stopped marveling at his luck in getting Betsy to marry him. He was never tempted by other women. Linda's presence in the house sometimes gave him ideas about his sister, but he quickly drove such thoughts out of his mind. She was a piece, Linda was. Gorgeous tits and ass, and a luscious mouth. It was sometimes difficult to accept the fact that he was her brother.
Betsy now released his cock from her mouth.
"Tongue my clit," she said.
Ron chuckled to himself. Betsy enjoyed giving instructions and Ron didn't mind at all. He usually liked it. He admired her directness. Obediently now, he sucked on her clit.
"That's nice," she crooned. "Now poke your tongue inside."
His hands gripping her plump ass cheeks, he pulled her closer and shoved his tongue into the dripping cunt-hole.
"Lovely!" she said. "Keep moving it in and out. Fuck me with your tongue!"
Rolling over him, she straddled his face and pushed her hairy cunt firmly against his mouth.
"Put your hands on my tits!" she directed.
His face now covered with her cunt-meat, Ron extended his hands and filled them with her hanging tits. He lurched when Betsy suddenly reached under his balls to probe a finger into his asshole.
"Oh, Jesus," he groaned.
"Keep sucking!" she said.
His tongue squirming, his lips slurping, he continued working his mouth on her dripping cunt. He loved having her cunt over his face like this, all the red meat spread out in front of his eyes, her cunt juice oozing out like molasses. He loved her body, fat ass and all and he adored her blonde cunt.
Her finger still reaming his asshole, Betsy lowered her face and closed her lips firmly over his cockhead. Her tongue caressed the flap of sensitive tissue on the underside of the shaft. Sucking hard, she felt his body grow rigid. She dropped his cock from her mouth and pinched the tip to stop his orgasm.
"Not yet," she teased. "Simmer down, honey."
Ron groaned. She squeezed his cockhead, using her thumb to spread his oozing juice over the knob. She milked him with her fingers, gently pumping the soft skin to keep him hard. Now once again she lowered her face and suctioned the head of his cock into her mouth. This time she took him over the brink, pulling on his cock with her mouth, pumping him with her hand until he spewed thick jets of hot jism against the back of her throat. Slurping and gulping, she noisily swallowed his cream. Moments later, her body shuddering through her own orgasm, she groaned and squeezed a froth of cunt juice onto his face. Slurping at her cunt-meat, he continued sucking up her juice until she so pushed him away. Her mouth still closed over his softening cock, she suctioned the last drops of jism out of his balls.
"We ought to get going soon," Ron said. "We'll be late for the party."
Moaning softly, Betsy rolled over on her back. "I need fucking, honey."
"Jesus!" he said. "We're late. Anyway, I don't know if I can do it. My nuts are empty."
"We'll try," she said.
She lowered her face down to his cock again and took the flaccid, cunt-soaked pole into her mouth. She knew she'd get him up again ... she always did. The problem was that she was bored. They'd done everything, or everything she could get him to do. She'd had a few brief affairs that hadn't amounted to much. She really loved Ron. He was a good, decent guy and she knew she was lucky to have him. But he was so boring!
She felt his cock swelling and growing hard in her mouth. She loved sucking a man's cock. She wondered if Linda liked it. The thought of Linda made her suck harder. Linda was luscious! Betsy had never had any sexual experience with a woman, and she'd never wanted to, but Linda made her curious about it. She tried to imagine all the things they might do together and a quiver went through her pussy.
Slipping Ron's cock out of her mouth, she slowly jacked him off and looked up at his face.
"Linda seems to be keeping busy," she said. "I think she's screwing that guy who owns the hotel."
Ron frowned. "So what? She's old enough."
"I think you're jealous."
"You're crazy."
"I've seen you looking at her," Betsy said. "I think she turns you on."
"Don't be silly," he said. "She's my kid sister."
Betsy laughed. "Don't give me that sister crap. She turns you on. I can tell."
"Maybe a little."
"She's got gorgeous tits."
"Yeah," he said.
"And a juicy ass. You like her ass, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck me from behind," she said. "Make believe it's Linda."
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "You're crazy!"
She knew he never liked to fuck her from the rear. It had something to do with his ideas about her dignity. Well, it was her ass and her dignity. Turning over onto her belly, she climbed up on her hands and knees.
He crawled around behind her. The sight of her meaty ass staring up at him brought a knot to his throat. He could see everything - the drooping, hairy lips of her cunt and the wrinkled ring of her sweet little asshole. He loved the way her tits hung down near to the bedsheets. Crouching behind her, he squeezed her ass cheeks and reached a hand down to her tits to pinch a large pink nipple. He probed his other hand between her legs, burying his fingers in her wet gaping cunt.
Betsy groaned. She reached back to grasp his cock, squeezing and pinching his turgid meat, loving the feel of his throbbing hardness. Spreading her legs further apart, she positioned his cockhead at the rim of her cunthole.
"Give it to me!" she hissed.
With a smooth lurch of his hips, he drilled his cock into the yawning hole.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" she groaned. "Fuck me!"
His arms around her belly, his balls resting on her ass, he began pumping in and out of her cunt.
"Touch my clit!" she moaned.
He moved a hand down to the swollen, protruding bean of her clit, and flicked it back and forth with his fingertip.
"Oh, Jesus, that's good!" she cried. "Don't stop!"
Reaching back, she took hold of his balls, clutching the eggs and pulling at the wrinkled skin of the sac.
"I'm going to come!" she cried. "Don't stop!"
She bucked beneath him, meeting each of his thrusts, her cunt muscles milking his cock. His balls slapping against her ass, he came at the first mewling wail that signaled her orgasm. He unloaded four great spurts of hot jism into her belly, and then rolled away onto the bed in a heap.
They dressed and drove the car to the party given by Ron's boss. Betsy had been looking forward to this party. She enjoyed dressing up and going out and being carefree, even if only for an evening.
Now she checked her face in the mirror attached to the sun visor. Not bad for an old bag of thirty-four, she thought. Her blonde hair looked sleek and healthy, and her makeup was skillfully applied. She looked good and she was happy. The fucking with Ron just a short time before had certainly helped her spirits. She adored fucking. She wished Ron would be more inventive in bed, but at least he was available when she wanted him. Maybe things would change with time. Maybe what Ron needed was an adventure with another woman. Like Linda, for instance. No matter what happened between them sexually, Linda was ultimately safe. Men don't divorce their wives to run off with their sisters.
In any case, she had the party to occupy her now. She always did some flirting at the Bronson parties, sometimes a little more than just flirting, but never anything too wild. Merv Bronson, Ron's boss, seemed to have developed an interest in her ass, always patting it, pinching it, and sometimes even getting his fingers in the crack. Through her dress, of course. Still, there was a lot that a man's hand could do through a dress. She wondered if Merv Bronson ever fucked his wife in the ass. Betsy had had her ass taken care of by every man in her life except her husband. When it came to ass-fucking, Ron wouldn't hear of it. She tried to imagine Doris Bronson kneeling on a bed with her asshole exposed, and the image made her giggle.
"What's so funny?" Ron said.
"Do you think Merv ever fucks Doris in the ass?"
Ron fumed. "What the hell kind of a question is that? How the fuck do I know what they do in bed? For all I know, he fucks her in the ear!"
Betsy giggled again and pinched his thigh. "Doris Bronson is a snob," she said.
"Not when you get to know her," Ron said. "She's okay."
To her surprise, Betsy felt a pang of jealousy. "Maybe she turns you on."
"Maybe," Ron teased. He looked at Betsy and smiled.
Betsy smiled back. "I wouldn't mind, you know."
"Mind what?" Ron said.
"I wouldn't mind if you fucked her. As long as it's not a permanent arrangement, I don't care."
"You're nuts!" Ron said. "Doris Bronson doesn't play around."
He was wrong, of course. Betsy knew better, but a moment later they were at the Bronson's house and it no longer mattered. Ron was free to do as he wished, and so was she. The idea of once again having Merv Bronson's hands on her ass made her heart race.
The inside of the Bronson house was crowded with company salesmen and their wives. Doris Bronson soon marched Ron off to the kitchen to help her get more ice out of the freezer, and Betsy found herself alone in a room choked with cigar smoke. It wasn't long before Merv Bronson was beside her with a leer on his face and his hand on her hip.
"How's the prettiest wife in the company?" he said. His hand left her hip and moved down to pat her ass.
Betsy moistened her lips and fluttered her eyes. "You don't really mean that," she said.
"Of course I mean it. The evidence is right here under my hand. Prettiest little ass I've seen in a long time."
Betsy chuckled. "It's not so little. Anyway, whatever I have, Doris has too. It's all standard equipment."
"Don't talk about my wife," Bronson said. "It gives me indigestion."
She laughed. "That bad?"
"That bad." His hand moved again. They were standing against the wall, and there was no way anyone in the crowd could see what was going on. He moved his hand over the cheeks of her ass, fondling the resilient globes, and finally settled his fingertips in the deep crack.
"Take it easy, Merv," she said. "I'm a married woman."
He leaned his head close to hers and whispered. "How about letting me give you a kiss on each cheek?"
A soft moan escaped her lips. The lewdness of what he wanted made her knees tremble.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course, I'm serious. Take a walk to the bathroom upstairs and unlock the door on the bedroom side. I'll be there in five minutes."
"Oh, God!" Betsy giggled. "This is the craziest thing I've ever heard!"
Crazy or not, she left him to visit the upstairs bathroom. The idea of Merv Bronson kissing her ass was unreal, and halfway up the stairs she wondered if he were playing some kind of trick on her. Not Merv, she thought. He really wants to do it. If he backs down now, I'll kill him!
There was no need to kill him. Five minutes later she was standing with her back to Merv, her dress pulled up to her waist while he slipped down her panties. He was sitting behind her on the toilet. She stepped out of her panties one ankle at a time.
"Jesus, what an ass!" he said.
He pushed her thighs apart, and the next moment she felt his tongue running along the lower part of her spine. His hands fondled and squeezed her ass cheeks. He planted a wet trail of kisses over each cheek, and then suddenly his tongue moved into the deep crack of her ass and approached her asshole.
She trembled. Her heart throbbed beneath her tits. Would he do it? A long time had passed since she'd had a man's tongue there. Certainly never her husband's. She waited impatiently, her hands holding the rim of the sink so that Merv wouldn't see she was trembling.
His wet tongue continued squirming in the groove of her ass until it was finally at the center of her asshole. Betsy shivered. His tongue moved on, but then it came back again, focusing directly on the tight, wrinkled pucker of her hole.
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned.
Merv pulled his face away. He squeezed her ass cheeks and chuckled. "You like that, huh?"
"Mmmmmmm!" She murmured her approval. She leaned forward a bit to offer her ass more suggestively. She wanted his tongue back. She wanted him slurping in there, sucking at her brownie. Moving her hands back, she pulled open her ass cheeks.
"Oh, yeah!" Merv growled. "Open it up, baby!"
His tongue came back, wetter this time, more insistent and more confident. He licked up and down until the groove of her ass was flooded with his saliva. The tickling sensation drove her wild. The lewdness of what he was doing brought a deep grunt out of her chest. It was Ron's boss back there. It was Merv Bronson licking her asshole! She'd had it done once by a crazy hippie with a beard. He'd sucked her ass for nearly an hour and then shoved his cock in there and fucked her until she saw stars. She had no intention of letting Merv Bronson fuck her in the ass. She was worried now that maybe he was getting ideas.
"Lick my asshole!" she hissed. "Get your tongue in there!"
If Merv thought it strange to be taking orders from the wife of one of the men who worked for him, he gave no evidence of it. He went to work with gusto. He drilled his tongue into the hot grip of her asshole and screwed it around like a wet squirming eel. She gasped at the sweet sensation. God, it was good! She moved a hand down to her pussy and fingered her swollen cuntlips. Her clit was throbbing and quivering like a tiny bomb ready to explode.
She wondered what it would be like to have two mouths working on her. The other one could be Doris Bronson. Doris Bronson could suck her clit while Merv Bronson sucked her ass. Poor little Betsy would be a Bronson sandwich. Then she thought of Linda. She wouldn't mind having Linda's mouth on her cunt. The idea brought a lustful shudder to her spine. Linda was so damn pretty! Sometimes she hated her for it. She'd like to have Linda sucking at her pussy, and maybe even her asshole. The thought of Ron's sister tongue-fucking her ass made her moan.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, sweet Jesus, do my ass!"
She suddenly pulled away and turned around to face Merv. Raising up her leg, planting her foot on the edge of the bathtub, she pried open her cunt with her fingers. Her pink clit stuck out like a hard little cock.
"Suck it!" she hissed. "Suck my cunt!"
He ran his tongue over his thick lips and grinned. Leaning forward, a deep grunt coming out of his chest, he clamped his mouth over her turgid clit and began sucking.
"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "Suck me!"
Moments later she came on his mouth with a great gush of cunt juice and piss. Her knees trembling, her body shuddering, she stared down and watched him slurping at her hole.