Chapter 4

OBEYING THE WHISPERED INSTRUCTIONS, AT THE same time grabbing a handful of firm thigh, Dan knew immediately that he'd really latched onto a hot-ass fire-cracker. Because Betty grabbed his hand and pushed it between her legs even as she tried to jam her tongue down his throat.

And she was doing a pretty good job of the latter, he thought a little wildly, grunting as she quickly moved her hand to his stiff cock and applied a vise-like grip with her fingers. But she relaxed her grip and fondled his cloth-covered hardness quite gently when he applied a little pressure on the hand she had behind his head.

Dan didn't much care for playing fingers, figuring that was for youngsters or for some place where not much else could be done, but when Betty wriggled and squirmed against the hand he had cupping her soft crotch he inserted his middle finger into the already moist, hot flesh.

She clamped her sleek thighs against his hand. But not for long. Not for more than a second or so, actually, because he expertly found her clitoris within that very short period of time and she parted her legs and hunched to and fro with his skillfully applied caresses.

Determined to let Betty lead the way, knowing that he'd just about have to do so if he expected to hook her for some dough, Dan didn't try to break the opened mouth kiss. He liked it, was enjoying the way she'd started sucking on his tongue, but he thought it was rather silly for her not to want his prick where his finger was. Or in the general vicinity, at least. Although he could quickly prove to her that he had enough sense to ride high and stimulate her hardness with his hardness if that was what she wanted.

Betty suddenly clamped her thighs tightly against Dan's hand and broke the tongue-sucking kiss. Her dark eyes were blazing and she laughed low in her throat. She'd also stopped her squirming and Dan had automatically ceased the movement of his finger, knowing that if she'd wanted to climax in that manner she'd still be hunching in harmony.

"I guess I just wanted to test you, Dan! To see if you were inhibited or not!"

"You could've asked me," Dan said, chuckling, stalling for a little more time, knowing that he had to pick out a course of action and stick with it. He lowered his gaze to the exposed titties. "Very nice, Betty, and I like to suck on those."

"I've never known a man who didn't," Betty said softly, relaxing the grip on his hand. "Is there anything else that you like to do? Maybe with your beautiful young wife?"

"That's my problem," Dan said, pretending embarrassment, deciding that he'd go along with the act he and Sharon had started. Maybe Betty would go for some crap about Sharon being too lady-like or some damn thing to go in for the fancy frills. He had to have some excuse for being so eager to cheat on his beautiful young wife.

"Go on," Betty prompted. "You can talk to me about anything, Dan. I'm not all that much older than you are, of course, but you do act and even look a great deal younger than twenty-eight."

"I've had a rather easy life," Dan said, smiling, removing his finger and hand and then getting to his feet as Betty released his throbbingly erect penis. "So has Sharon, for that matter. She had a very sheltered life until I married her. I guess that's the reason she's so-so backward in our marriage."

Betty's tongue flicked out and around her full lips, leaving them glistening with moisture. "Are you trying to tell me that your wife's inhibited and that as a result you're frustrated, Dan?"

"Yes," Dan lied, moving several inches closer to Betty's face and staring eyes. "I've had women-well, do thrilling things to me and when I hint or say that I think we should be more uninhibited in our sexual activities, Sharon refuses to even discuss it. She thinks the more off-beat acts are animalistic or some damn thing, and that's the main reason I cheat on her."

Dan wasn't surprised when Betty slipped forward on the couch and then dropped to her knees before him. She mumbled something about wanting to see and touch him and he took care of the belt buckle as she eagerly lowered the zipper.

His trousers hit the carpet and she reached in and freed his poking prick. While her fingers fondled she leaned back, seemingly to get a better look, and he resisted the impulse to suggest that they get free of all of his clothes-and her robe-and do things like the adults that they were. It was her show, her apartment, and if she wanted to play around like a couple of kids. Dan failed to suppress a little gasp as Betty's face moved forward and her mouth engulfed him. He thrust into the moist heat, thrilling to that delightful sensation-and to the way her tongue was eagerly seeking and finding the most sensitive places.

He automatically entangled his fingers in her black hair, just as automatically checking his racing passion at the same time, safe in the knowledge that he hadn't lied about his ability to last. She didn't continue to lavish attentions too long, he thought, removing his fingers from her soft hair and managing to quickly unbutton his white boxer-type shorts.

Pushing the shorts down over his hips, allowing them to slip down his muscular thighs and legs to join the trousers around his ankles, Dan began to wonder if the greedy woman intended to finish him that way. One of her hands had gone to his naked ass, the other hand, the gentle fingers, had gone to his heavy sac.

It was, he decided, a damned good thing that he'd had the action with Sharon not so long before. He'd screwed his lovely young wife just minutes before visiting the neighbor woman, as a kind of insurance against possible premature ejaculation-realizing at the time that he was taking a calculated risk, of course-but he hadn't really considered the possibility that Betty would go all the way with her greedy mouth. Not the first time, anyway.

He didn't really have anything to worry about, though. He was good for at least two climaxes during the two hours Betty had mentioned, and he didn't mind reciprocating. In fact, it might be a good idea to make such a suggestion right then. He was willing to try it once with just about any woman, finding a great deal of pleasure in giving that type of pleasure, and it would probably be easier to figure out how to make a financial profit after proving that he was completely uninhibited.

But before Dan could even make up his mind whether or not to say anything, including giving out with a few words of warning about what just might happen within a minute or two, Betty pulled away. Her black eyes were blazing with lust, her cheeks were flushed, and her wet lips trembled as she spoke.

"I think we'd better put that big beauty where it really belongs, Dan! Right here and now, I mean, and then later we can go to the bedroom and take out time."

Watching as the woman slipped the robe from her shoulders and arms, becoming totally naked, Dan decided that the thick carpet would be just as good as a bed. He was throbbingly ready for the embedding, the special pleasure of penetrating new and different female flesh, and he should by good for at least three or four minutes even if the motions were frantic and frenzied.

"Like this," Betty said, lifting her rather wide bottom and sitting down on the couch. She spread her legs, her white thighs, and used her fingers to part the short black hairs. "On your knees, I mean, and bury your hard cock in my hot cunt. Do you mind if I talk like that? I see no harm in it, really, and using such words seems to add to my excitement. Hurry, damn it! I'm already wet enough to make it slip in without too much trouble!"

Dan had been unbuttoning his sport shirt, his eyes on the vaginal lips, the invitingly exposed cunt, and he didn't bother to tell her that he didn't care what words she used. Many women liked to say the so-called forbidden words, and hear them, and if she wanted him to talk while screwing her he would.

While thinking these thoughts, as well as deciding not to take the time to remove his shirt or the trousers and shorts around his ankles, Dan dropped to his knees onto the soft carpet and pushed and wiggled himself between Betty's parted thighs. Her ass was right on the edge of the couch, her eagerly awaiting pussy right there for his equally eager prick-at a perfect height-and he gave her time to do the guiding.

Then, when the head of his rod was in, having slipped inside the moist warmth easily enough, and Betty had removed her fingers, Dan placed his hands on her hips, tugged himself into what he thought would be a comfortable position, and asked her how she wanted it.

"Fast and deep," Betty said. "Slow and shallow. Both ways, all ways, and sometimes I think I'd like for it to go on and on for always! You know?"

"I know," Dan said, meaning it, having thought similar thoughts many times. He pushed in about an inch, his eyes on Betty's face, enjoying the pleasure he could see registering, knowing already that he was going to be able to last through at least one of the passionate woman's climaxes. "Do you want me to use words to add to your excitement or whatever?"

"It isn't necessary," Betty said, closing her eyes and chewing on her lower lip as Dan pushed in two or three more inches. "Mostly I wanted to get your reaction. When I used the words, I mean. Does Sharon use such words? Floyd and I both got the impression that your wife's something of a-well I hate to say prude, but Sharon does seem to be rather old-fashioned. Compared to most young women these days, I mean, and we both agreed last night that she'd probably never even think about stepping out on you."

Not sure what he wanted to say, not yet sure as to the line he wanted to give Betty-and her husband-Dan didn't answer with words. He answered with his body, using his stiff shaft to terminate all the conversation for the next several minutes, bringing gasps and moaning sounds spilling from between Betty's parted lips as he thrust his expanded manhood in and out of her feverish flesh.

She answered him thrust for thrust, taking all of him, clutching at his back and shoulders with her fingers, wrapping her legs around his waist and tilting her lower body until she was practically standing on her head. Or on the back of her neck and shoulders, Dan thought, hoping that the frenzied woman wasn't going to hurt her neck.

But that was her worry. He didn't have any worries right then. She'd blasted into a while series of spasmodic releases, seemingly out of her mind with ecstatic joy, and he was still just as strong as when they'd started. Stronger, actually, as he'd gotten what he'd sometimes called his second wind, aware enough to be thankful for the fact that he had blasted off with Sharon before visiting Betty.

Because Betty was insatiable, there didn't seem to be any doubt about that, and he'd have to take that into consideration when deciding hot to go about prying some dough out of her. Since she seemed to be a real sex-nut his job would probably be more difficult. She was undoubtedly in the habit of taking on all comers, men glad to get a free piece of hot tail, so he'd have to become something really special for her-somebody she'd want again and again.

"Can't you come, Dan?"

"I thought I'd let you call the shots," Dan said, smiling and meeting the passion-filmed dark eyes. He made several more strokes into her moist flesh, against her limpness, and then held himself deep and removed his hands from her damp ass. "Maybe you'd like to try another position, Betty."

"And maybe I'd like to be kissed," Betty said.

Dan kissed her mouth, using his tongue, moving his hands to her taut-tipped titties. He toyed with the swollen nipples until she started wriggling against his stiff maleness. She started screwing her again, spearing into her with fast and deep strokes, thankful for the soft carpet that made it quite comfortable for his knees.

Soon Betty broke the passionate kiss, stopped her wriggling, and told him that she wanted to get on top. Dan pulled out and away, figuring that they'd go to a bedroom, but Betty wanted to continue the heated action right there on the thick carpet.

Dan didn't mind; and he wasn't surprised to find when he finally had all of his clothes off, including his shoes and socks, that Betty wanted to use her greedy mouth some more. She did dry his poking prick, using his shorts for that hasty job, and he watched as she labored with very apparent ecstatic happiness. She was very good at the erotic act.

He was willing to reciprocate, of course. Then or later. But she kept her lovely nakedness well away from him, seemingly temporarily satisfied with the climaxes she'd already experienced. Just as Dan began to feel himself rapidly approaching the very brink, his passion threatening to shoot forth within the next several seconds, Betty ceased her lavish worship.

"Maybe the next time," Betty whispered, quickly straddling his prone body, just as quickly lowering herself until she was impaled upon his throbbing organ.

Braced on her hands and arms, her eyes closed thightly and her pretty features passion-contorted, Betty slowly moved herself up and down upon Dan's thrusting rod. The shift had enabled Dan to keep or regain his control. He wasn't really suffering, having gotten used to such lengthy prolongation years before, but he knew that he couldn't last much longer.

There was one basic difference in being with a woman other than his wife, Dan thought. With Sharon he could-well, he could always just be himself. He didn't have to put on an act. And with females like Betty he had to look upon it as a job. Screwing wasn't supposed to be a battle, a test of strength, a chore to be performed for a profit.

Or for a possible profit, Dan corrected himself, seeing that Betty's eyes were open again. Surprise was registering in the dark depths, or amazement, and he grinned and removed his gripping fingers from her firm buttocks. She had to know that he was just about to come.

"Would you like to try still another position, Betty?"

Betty pushed herself down and held, putting her inner muscles into play. This time Dan closed his eyes. And gritted his teeth.

"Roll me over without breaking contact," Betty whispered, ceasing the inner contractions.

Opening his eyes, Dan managed to do just that. When he was on top, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, he slipped his hands down and under and grasped her wriggling ass. And then he lashed himself in and out furiously until the hot flood of bliss surged and spurted out of him in gush after gush after gush.

"Sharon's a very lucky young woman, Dan. Maybe if I had a man like you I wouldn't have to break my marriage vows."

A couple of minutes had passed. Dan was resting, listening to their breathing mingling, slowly returning to normal, being careful not to put too much weight on Betty's limp body. He lifted his face from her pleasant-smelling hair and met her glowing eyes.

"There are still some things I want to do that Sharon won't let me do, Betty. Unless you're tired and want me to leave now."

"Leave? Me want you to leave!" Betty raised her hands and cupped Dan's face. "Honey, if I thought it was necessary I'd offer to pay you to stay!"

Dan wondered if the woman, the cheating wife, had guessed or sensed his intentions. "I think I'd be willing to pay you to let me stay," he said, chuckling. "If I could afford it, or course. I'm living on a rather limited income right at the moment, though, and I'm afraid that Sharon and I shouldn't have rented such an expensive apartment."

"What do you do for a living, Dan? If, of course, you don't think I'm getting too personal."

"Nothing if I can possibly help it," Dan said, grinning. "I'm inclined to be more than a little lazy."

"Not in the sex department," Betty said. "You certainly aren't lazy when it comes to sex. I feel that big beauty expanding already."

"I inherited some money, Betty. Sharon gets a check each month from an inheritance, too. We make out just fine most of the time. I'm a fairly good poker player and I usually manage to pick up some ready cash just in the nick of time. When our checks are late or something I usually find a game and win enough to tide us over."

"I like to play poker," Betty said. "I'm not very good at it, but I get pleasure from playing even when I lose."

"Then I just might give you that type of pleasure from time to time," Dan said, glad that he'd mentioned the gambling, wondering why he hadn't thought about working the racket in that manner before.

"I will see you again, Dan? After today, I mean."

"Sure," Dan said. "Even if Sharon doesn't go shopping or some place else I can always get out of the apartment easily enough. Just as long as she doesn't find out, of course. As I said before, I don't want to lose her. She wouldn't cheat on me, that's for sure, and she wouldn't stay with me for a minute if she found out that I was here with you like this. She is kind of prudish. You were right about that. Say, what about your husband? Wouldn't Floyd raise hell if he knew about us?"

Dan, gazing into the dark eyes, could tell that Betty was hesitating about answering, and he wondered if she was making up some kind of a lie. For all he knew, and suddenly he suspected as much, the couple freely allowed each other to find and have other partners. They might even be swappers, it was a fact that Betty was a swinger, and if that were true, he and Sharon had certainly goofed.

"I suppose that Floyd suspects that I have other men," Betty finally said. She laughed low in her throat. "But he's rather old-fashioned when it comes to sex. When it comes to sexual freedom, that is, and-well, you wouldn't stay with Sharon if you found out that she went with other men, would you?"

"No," Dan said, deciding that he'd have Sharon make her play for Floyd the next day. He leaned down and kissed Betty's parted lips. "Shall we postpone the talk and take a shower?"

"And then what?" Betty asked teasingly.

"I'm sure that we'll think of something very exciting and interesting," Dan said, withdrawing his cock. It was half hard, or only half limp, and he knew that it could be stiffly at attention without the help that Betty was sure to want to give.

Betty used his shorts again, saying that she'd rinse them out and have them dry before he left, and Dan got to his feet and then helped Betty stand. She continued to hold onto his hand, leading him across the large living room and into the hallway, but she didn't take him to the bathroom he'd used a couple of times the evening before.

Dan stared at the mirrored walls, the largest bed he'd ever seen, the mirror on the ceiling, and Betty laughed and tugged him into the adjoining bathroom. But he stood in the doorway, gazing around the truly fabulous bedroom while Betty adjusted the spray of water in the shower stall. He suddenly wished that Sharon could see the mirrored bedroom, and that she were going to join him on the huge bed instead of Betty.

He soon forgot his lovely wife when he joined Betty in the stall, however. They took turns soaping ach other, arousing each other with the intimate contact, and by the time they'd rinsed-and had dried themselves-he had an erection that he knew would last and last and last.

Dan picked Betty up and carried her into the bedroom. Then he playfully tossed her onto the huge bed, watching as she bounced upon the sheet-covered mattress, getting a kick out of the reflected nakedness in the many mirrors. When she'd settled down on her back, her arms and legs spread wide, he gave a little leap onto the bed and she came up to meet him.

They played and wrestled around all over the enormous bed, clutching and grabbing, nibbling and nipping, entangling their legs and arms, arousing each other to a feverish pitch with seeking lips and searching fingers. Finally, pinning Betty flat on her back, Dan greedily feasted and sucked upon Betty's firm and hard-tipped titties while Betty used her own hands to force more and more of the rather small mounds of delightful flesh into his mouth.

One and then the other, gasping and moaning all the while, the sounds blending with the faint sounds Dan was making with his mouth, and then she began applying pressure upon Dan's head. Unnecessary pressure, as Dan was more than willing, and he swiftly trailed his parted lips and darting tongue down across her trembling belly and buried his face in the moist warmth.

She lurched upward and dug her fingernails into his scalp. He quickly found her stiffened clit with his tongue, lapped at it gently, then quite furiously, finding pleasure in giving the pleasure, paying no heed to her urgently whispered words about turning so that she could engulf him with her mouth.

There would be time for that, plenty of time, and at the moment he was more interested in making her want him again and again. He knew that he was quite an expert at what he was doing, having been told that often and by many women, and even confirmed and dedicated Lesbians had complimented him upon his skill.

And even Sharon, having been introduced to the gay activities while engaged in what was called the oldest of professions, had told him that he was just as good as any female when it came to understanding how to stimulate a female's most sensitive spot.

So, laboring quite happily, at the same time able to keep himself somewhat aloof and detached, Dan brought Betty to and through several series of shuddering releases. How many, he didn't know-and didn't really care. It was enough that he was giving her tremendous pleasure, that he was seemingly succeeding in his purpose of making her want him again and again.

Because she'd started speaking quite loudly, mostly unintelligible words and comments, but he managed to understand enough to know that she was sure as hell liking what he was so expertly doing. And he had enough sense to know when to stop. When he realized that her nervous system had taken just about all it could-far more than the average woman's nervous system could stand-Dan lifted his face and gazed into Betty's glazed eyes.

"You're really something, Dan! You must practice a hell of a lot. Are you sure that you don't do that to Sharon?"

"Sharon would think that I'd lost my mind," Dan said, positioning himself to stick his throbbing cock into the now very juicy cunt. He chuckled. "I get my practice from willing women like you."

"You're just as good as any woman I've had like that," Betty said, using one hand to guide him. "That's right. Slow and easy. I still like this better than the other. Don't start pumping yet. Let it soak for a few minutes while I catch my breath. Unless you're in a hurry and can't wait."

"I can wait," Dan said, thrilling to the encompassing heat, remaining braced on his hands and arms. "Do you go the whole route with the women, Betty?"

"Not yet," Betty said. She laughed. Then: "Does that mean that I'm going to! Anyway, I guess I have been giving the idea a great deal of thought."

Dan remembered how Sharon had told him about giving way to her curiosity about assuming the aggressive role in the rites of Lesbianism; and how she'd considered herself lucky not to get hooked on that type of sex as so many women did.

"I understand that there are certain dangers involved, Betty. Why try a thing if you really don't have a desire?"

"Because I'm me, I guess," Betty said. "Besides, I've just about decided that it is a desire with me. I've even caught myself wanting to try it with Thelma."

"Thelma? The maid? Is she gay?"

"She's bisexual," Betty said, smiling. "Thelma's anything to everybody. Do you want her? Don't look surprised. And you don't have to answer with words. I felt that big beauty jerk inside me when I asked the question!"

Dan felt as if he'd completely lost control of the situation. If Betty was that free-wheeling in her sex life, and had the sexy colored girl available most of the time, just how the hell could he expect to get money out of the hot-ass woman for his services? There was the gambling he'd mentioned, though-and Sharon should be able to score with Floyd.

"Are you maybe hinting that we should make the threesome scene?" he asked grinning, deciding that maybe the sex was becoming far more important to him than the money.

"We'll discuss it later," Betty said, squirming her buttocks and then squeezing his hardness with her inner muscles. "Slam it to me, honey! Slam that wonderful whanger to me now!"

Dan McKay, excited by thoughts of possessing the beautifully stacked brown girl he'd seen only briefly, obeyed the loudly spoken words and allowed his passion to soar right along with Betty's-joining her in a simultaneous climax that left them both gasping for breath.