Chapter 4
Betty had done such a beautiful job of working her fingers up and down Scott's cock that he felt ignited.
The torrid energies were circulating throughout Scott's body, and as Betty leaned forward, she reached out with her right hand once more and began pumping it up and down Scott's long dick.
"I don't believe it, you're doing it again," Scott exclaimed with a sigh.
"You bet I am. I love pumping on a nice long stem like yours."
"You sure do get it hot that way."
"I guess so. I think you got hot from sucking my snatch too."
"That certainly didn't hurt any."
"I guess not."
She worked her fingers at a furious clip, exercising them with brisk precision as she moved them up and down the length of his entire rod.
Scott closed his eyes momentarily and enjoyed the movements that she supplied. He recognized that he could not accept any more finger movements of that nature, since he was so close to shooting off his rocks.
"I want you to fuck me," she said, releasing her fingers from his cock.
"I'd be delighted. That's what I was leading up to."
"Give it to me in my cunt."
"I presume it's as tight as ever," he laughed, reaching out with the fingers of his right hand and running them smoothly over her mound.
"Of course it is. Just turn your prick loose on it. But don't do it too fast. We need some beautiful preliminary action."
"I suppose I can take care of that, at least for a little while. But I can't overdo it. I'm too agitated."
"I can tell."
"It really shows?"
"I guess so," she chuckled. "Your eyes look like they're ready to pop out."
"I don't know about my eyes, but my prick sure is ready to pop out."
"That's already popped, baby."
"Not all the way," he grinned. "It hasn't exploded yet."
"I presume that it will in short order."
"Yes, I guess you could say that."
Scott worked his fingers up and down his lover's creamy legs, He flipped his penis forward, letting it enter inside her mound.
As he took his first few exploratory movements with his dagger-like dick, thrusting it into her mound, he moved his fingers from her thighs up toward her breasts.
Scott enjoyed feeling her firm warm flesh as he kept on plunging his penis forward stirringly inside her waiting mound.
She picked up the tempo in no time at all, starting to match him thrust for thrust as she swayed her hips.
He liked the manner in which she was responding to his fierce movements, and the longer and harder that he drove his hot pecker into her, the closer that he found himself drawing toward climax.
The spirited nature of the fuck was providing a cathartic release for him. By letting himself go, by pushing and plunging his spear into her with everything that he had, he realized just how addicted he was to fucking beautiful women.
In the midst of Scott's spirited cock stabs, he began thinking of his mother. He wondered how tight his mother's vagina would be in comparison to lovely Betty's.
"Keep fucking, baby, keep threshing," Betty encouraged.
His hot ass-cheeks kept gliding back and forth, and relentlessly he began to pursue her mound, driving his prick determinedly into her.
He pushed and plunged his pecker without letup, driving it with everything he had inside her mound.
The frenzied pace accelerated as he kept up the activity, driving and flinging his pecker with increasing anxiety inside her mound.
"That's it, you're on your way, baby," she gasped. "Keep firing your cock, honey, keep firing away, baby. Drive your pecker, knife me with your prick."
Scott had managed to keep things at a moderate level for a while, but the longer that he kept up the fucking, the more he recognized that he couldn't control himself for very long around the-likes of Betty.
For one thing, he was absolutely elated over the way that she would twist her butt, working it upward to meet his searing thrusts.
The devastating activities continued, and with passionate exhileraticn he kept on stabbing her with his hot mammoth organ.
"Keep fucking," she said. "We're really making it, baby, we're doing something beautiful. This is something to remember, sweetheart, it really is."
The driving tempo continued as he kept on pumping his tool ever deeper into her willing vagina.
He liked the way that she kept on rotating her body, and it made his stabs that much more pul-satingly alive with passionate energy.
Several thrusts later, he began to feel the intense build-up in his balls. He recognized that as a necessary prelude to the ultimate act of orgasmic satisfaction that he was seeking.
The brutal activity continued as he pounded her cunt relentlessly, tearing away with everything in him, driving his cock to the very maximum of its potential.
"French me," she gasped. "I'm about to shoot."
"So am I."
"Let's get it off together, baby."
"It's always beautiful when you can do that."
"We can do it. Keep the faith."
"I intend to."
"Kiss me, darling, kiss me," she panted.
Scott could tell by the manner in which her whole body was trembling that it was time for him to slip his tongue inside her mouth.
He fervently pushed his tongue inside her mouth letting it collide with her tongue. While the tongues met, he twisted and turned his body as he pounded his cock relentlessly inside her mound.
He knew that he was practically there. His balls were inflated with passionate determination, and several spurts later he would get his rocks off completely.
While the tongues continued to meet passionately, the white juices began to spill out of the end of Scott's penis.
His body trembled more noticeably than ever as the juices were released, and at that same point, as the white stream of liquid was shooting forth, her juices were released as well.
Betty's body felt completely satisfied as Scott released his tool from her pussy.
"We did it right on schedule," she said. "You know, baby, that was pretty close to an on-target orgasm."
"We couldn't have missed by very much."
"I know. It was truly a magnificent bit of fucking."
Scott got up from the bed and began to put on his clothes.
Once more he started to think about his mother. It would alternately bug him and excite him that he had had sex with her. He still felt that what he had done was wrong, but somehow, in spite of that feeling, there was a side of him that wanted to go back for more of the same.
The curiosity element remained. He had experienced one act with his mother. He couldn't help but wonder just what it would be like to go on to more activity.
Betty continued to recline in the bed as she watched Scott put on his clothes.
Scott then began to think about the difference in attitude between his own mother and Betty.
Betty, he had to admit, was very much a spoiled girl when it came to sex. She knew exactly what she wanted, and being very beautiful, felt that she could get it.
If anything, his mother was even more beautiful than Betty, and she was a little more refined in the acts of lovemaking than the much younger Betty.
But with his mother he had gotten the feeling that lovemaking was definitely a two-way street, and he couldn't bring himself to the same conclusion in the case of Betty.