Chapter 2
Betty Tyler was a matronly woman of thirty-eight with flame red hair to her shoulders. She had a pleasant, full face, and kindly eyes.
"Can I make you some coffee?" Larry asked her.
Martha had arranged it that he was to welcome Betty down from her resort. Larry's aunt just happened to have her beauty parlor appointment at the time when her friend would be arriving.
"You stay put," Larry. I know my way around Martha's. I'll fetch the coffee myself." She went into the kitchen and Larry heard movements. Soon she came out, bearing a tray laden with cups of coffee and sandwiches. She set the tray on the cocktail table and sat down in an easy chair.
They ate the sandwiches and drank the coffee.
"What will you be doing with yourself now, Larry?" she finally asked.
"I don't really know," he replied. "I haven't given it much thought."
She patted his cheek. "I've always liked you. Sometimes I thought of you as a son." She got to her feet. "Now you have to get yourself off your duff, you hear? Stop moping. Stop feeling sorry for yourself."
"I don't feel sorry for myself."
"Good. But you can't use the lousy economic picture these days as an excuse not to have a job. Don't blame it all on Gerald Ford. A handsome and talented young man like yourself should be able to do very well for himself, very well indeed."
He just shrugged.
"I'm going to put my things away," she said. "Then slip into something a little more comfortable. It's a long ride down from the resort."
He stood up as she walked to the foot of the stairs, smiled back at him, then went up to the bedroom where he had moments before set her suitcase down. He could smell her heavy perfume even after she left the room. It was funny. He had never thought of Betty as anything but his Aunt Martha's best friend.
Now she was becoming his friend.
He had always liked her. He had certainly never thought of her as seductive, but he did begin to think of her in those terms as her lingering perfume filled his nostrils.
When she returned, she wore a hostess gown, cut rather low, which showed off the deep cleavage of her massive bosom. She sat with him on the couch, placed a hand gently upon his knee.
"How have you and Miss Daniels been getting along?"
She meant June, and the name made Larry frown.
"All right, I suppose," was the best he could say.
She cupped his chin and made him look at her.
"We're friends, remember? There isn't anything you can't tell me, Larry. I want you to understand that."
He licked his lower lip.
"It isn't easy to talk about."
She took a guess.
"Do you mean sex?"
He slowly nodded his head.
"Do you think I'm a virgin or something?" she laughed. "I've been around, Larry. I hope you're not one of those young men who put women on pedestals."
"It's not ... easy."
"You tell me what you have to. I'll listen and then we'll discuss it."
"I was out with June a couple of days ago, right after...."
He had to stop himself, remembering that he could hardly tell Martha's friend that he had fucked her in the ass.
He took a deep breath, then went on.
"Well, I tried to make out with her. She was very warm to me, right up until . ... "
"You wanted to go all the way."
He swallowed hard. How could he tell her? Yet, since he had been out that night with June, he'd been aching to tell someone. Martha had been the only available person, but he couldn't bring himself to discuss it with her. He felt certain that she would blame herself, after what had happened between the two of them.
He stared at Betty, the kind, friendly face. He didn't want to reveal his intimate secret . ... Yet, he had to tell someone. He was aching to confide in some person, and he had no folks.
"I ... I , . . I wanted her to do something and she wouldn't. She got very mad at me. She told me it was wrong, dirty. Then she stomped right out on me. That was the first time that ever happened between the two of us. We're very close. We're going to get married some day."
"You wanted oral sex?" she asked.
Larry said nothing.
Suddenly, Betty rose from her place on the couch. She undressed and he saw her plump body. Her breasts sloped gracefully. The nipples were big as silver dollars and they were dark brown. Under her swelling belly was copper-red and crisp pussy hair.
She reached out, squeezing his penis beneath the tight cloth of his pants. He rose, stripped quickly, his long thin tool at the ready. She found his balls and massaged them. Soon he was as stiff as a poker.
"You'll make me come if you keep doing that," he said. "That's not the way I want to come."
"I think I know the way you want to come," she said, looking coyly up at him.
Suddenly he realized. Martha had talked, to her over the phone. His aunt had told her everything. He felt mild shock, but more than that he felt a heave of relief. He knew that he was now going to get what he had been unable to get on his date with June the other night.
He was going to relive the pleasure he'd first experienced with Aunt Martha.
He was going to slide his long thin pecker up a tight and well-lubricated ass-hole. Betty's.
The plump woman suddenly bent her head forward and took his cock into her warm, moist mouth. She gobbled his flesh as he began moaning in pleasure.
Larry began to roll his hips as Betty sucked happily away on his stiff young prick.
"O-h-h-h!" he heard himself moan.
A hot, searing flame raced through his now-squirming body. There was a heaviness in his balls. Her teeth now scraped hard, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming off.
His hand clamped over her head, pushing her face closer against him, making her take in more and more of his cock. He felt the knob of his dick against the roof of her throat. Her tongue lashed against his flesh.
He closed his eyes as the sucking drove him over the edge. His cock jerked in her mouth and the sticky fluid spurted down the tube of his tool and gushed on down her throat.
She swallowed the pearly drops, swallowed till he was drained.
He opened his eyes as she got to her feet. Drops of semen were on her lips. She licked them off.
Then they went upstairs to the guest bedroom Martha had given over to Betty for the weekend.
They climbed onto the big bed and embraced.
"That was damned good," he said.
She moved her hand down his side, over his hip, down his thigh.
"I want you to stay the night with me, Larry."
For a second an image of Aunt Martha flashed into his mind, but of course he knew that it was going to be all right with her. In fact, he was sure at that point that she had arranged the whole thing.
"It's all right by me," he said.
She ran her hand up to his belly, then down to his crotch.
"I sure took care of you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, in the best-or at least the second best-of all possible ways."
"Now it's your turn to do me a favor, right?"
He put his hands on her soft tits.
"I'll do anything you want," he said, "anything." And he meant it too.
"I want you to go down on me," she said.
He nodded his head eagerly. He wanted to go down on Betty. He wanted to taste her pussy. He had gotten used to eating cunt in just that one time with Aunt Martha. like Champagne, it was a taste you had to acquire ... but one that was a hell of a lot of fun in the acquisition.
He was running his tongue up and down the valley between her breasts while thinking about her hot cunt.
Then he kissed her soft tits and sucked heartily on each erect nipple. They were each like tiny brown dicks. Miniature dicks. He wondered if her clit were as big.
She moaned as she felt his lips on her nipples. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"That's nice," she said. "But don't linger there too long, Larry. Get your mouth down on me. I want to feel your tongue inside my cunt." She pushed at his head and his mouth went south.
He licked at her deep navel and fondled her soft thighs. Then his head was between her white, plump thighs and his tongue searched through the bronze forest for the partly hidden cleft. His tongue slipped past the hair-lined rubbery lips and he was deep inside her sex tunnel.
She gasped when she felt the solid invasion of his wet, stiff tongue.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
She squirmed as a thousand shock waves seemed to glide over her. She tossed and turned as he tenaciously clung to her cunt with his mouth. He sucked in the erect spongy clitoris and lashed at the wet flesh with his tongue.
Then she did a crazy thing, a crazy but intensely erotic thing.
She pulled at his ears.
"Suck me! Suck me! Suck me! O-h-h-h-h-h! Suck my cunt! Suck my cunthole! O-h-h-h-h-h! I love it. I love it. I love it."
He cupped her massive buttocks with his hands as he ate her cunt. His fingers sank into her soft, milky flesh. His tongue whipped frantically against her clitoris as he sucked voraciously on it.
She heaved her massive body and groaned as her cunt juices flowed and her come drenched his tongue and lips. She arched her body, cried shrilly and then sank down with a groan.
He kissed her spongy pussy a few times and then lay alongside her. He fondled her tits. They were soft and the nipples still stiff.
"You're very good, Larry."
She pinched his nipples, giving him the same thrill she gave when she pulled his ears. It was like magic, the skillful eroticism of this woman's hands.
"Yes," she said in a husky voice. "You're very good indeed Larry-boy."
"I've had a good teacher," he said. "In fact, I've had two very good teachers."
"Don't I know it," she laughed.
He put an arm around her and rested his head against one large pillow-like breast. He licked idly at the nipple. He knew that it had all been just a prelude to the main act. He knew that like Martha, Betty had been wise enough to know that only on the return trip could as young and experienced a lover as he last long enough to give the women the anal pleasure she wanted.
He let himself drift off, knowing the rest would just make him stronger when the time came. Betty let him lie there, recouping his power. Her hands were deftly toying with one ear.
After awhile, Betty Tyler spoke. "Feel like more?" she prompted. He knew what she meant. "I'm game," he said.
"The women at the resort," she said as she rolled out of the bed, "there's something they really dig."
She was standing now, then bending over the bed. He got around behind her, felt the sensation returning to his limp dick.
"Yeah," she said hoarsely as she felt his hands on her waist. "Yeah. That's it. That's what they dig, the women at the resort. Rich broads. They like it like this, with a young guy, the right young guy."
Her buttocks were relaxed but almost as firm as a younger woman's. Exercise, he thought. It did a lot for a woman in her thirties. He smoothed the butt cheeks with his hands, feeling the softness of the fatty layer of flesh, the firmness of the muscles.
It was a fine ass all right. Big and shapely. White and smooth.
He felt his cock rising to the occasion.
Gently he let the head nuzzle the crack of her ass. He ran it up and down the split. He poked it between the heavy buttocks. Already he felt the lubrication Betty had been wise enough to put in there.
Peter tunneled deeper and deeper into Betty's backside, till it made contact with the brown-hole.
Betty let out a sigh of pleasure, took her hands from the bed and fell forward onto her chest. Then she reached back, took a cheek firmly in each hand and yanked them wide apart.
Looking down, Larry could see the hole, a small volcanic crater, puckered like lips that just tasted sour lemon. It sent a shock wave through his body. A miniature cunt. A perfectly shaped, completely inviting pussy, just big enough to encompass his dick.
And this is what June would not do.
"Shove it up my ass!" Betty pleaded.
He did.
Larry worked the head carefully into the ass-hole, then gradually sunk the remainder of his shaft. A trickle of Vaseline oozed onto his rod from her anus, then found its way into his pubic hair.
He was bending over Betty now, hands on her waist, his belly pressed to her backside.
"Fuck!" she commanded. "Fuck my ass!"
He fucked. In and out he rode, ramming his charger as deeply as he was able, drawing it nearly out again, ramming it in harder, deeper.
Thrills coursed through his body, and he lost track of where he was, what day it was, who he was ass-fucking. The last thing he heard from Betty was a long, loud moan of ecstatic pleasure. Then he was in a world of his own, a world of distant stars and exploding fireworks.
When he regained his senses, he realized that he had come off again and was limp in her ass. His whole body was limp, hanging over the nearly collapsed woman.
Heavily, he lifted his head.
"Are ... are you all right, Betty?"
There was a long pause, and then she spoke.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" she moaned. "That was wonderful. That was the best I've ever had. Better than Don."
Pleasure swept over Larry. He'd done it. Done what he had wanted to do. He'd made a good impression on Betty Tyler.
Moments later they were fully dressed and seated on the living room couch.
"Larry," she said, putting it to him straight, "I need you. Up at the resort."
He now knew he could play it cagey.
"Martha mentioned it," he said. "A job. Still, I'm not sure. I need work, but I also want to stay in town. There's opportunities here, and ... there's June."
"I know June," said Betty, sipping her coffee. "She's a lovely girl, and I want it to work out well for the both of you. There's an assistant social director job open for a girl. Why don't you both come up to the resort. You can be a bell boy and she can be the assistant to Sally McGarrity. She's my social director. Been with me for five years."
Larry sipped his coffee, and he thought about it.
"Let me tell you something," Betty added.
"Those rich broads. They tip a bell boy real well. You wouldn't believe it. Ten, twenty dollars. Sometimes fifty, a hundred. I've heard of it. For the right boy. For the right services. You might not know it, but my place has a very special reputation with the dames that come up. Their husbands just think it's a quiet resort in the sticks where the wives can be lazy and lay in the sun. It's that, but it's more. I didn't name it for the cornfields that are all around the place, or because it's just a hole in the wall. I had something very special in mind when I created The Corn-hole."
Larry looked at her over his coffee cup.
"Count me in," he said. "Me and June both." He thought about June for a second, how she looked in her string bikini, how she wouldn't go along with him when he wanted to ass-fuck her. "Yeah," he repeated. "Count us both in."