Betsy Pike knocked on the front door but nobody came to answer, so she turned away, towel slung over her arm. Her bottle of tanning oil was wrapped up in the towel, while her thigh-length beach jacket shielded her bikini from snoopy eyes. Sibyl was probably out back, by the pool, soaking up some sunshine, and that's exactly what Betsy was here for. She liked being tanned, all over, if possible, but it was such a bitch at home. What with Mom and the neighbors whose backyards fronted on hers, she couldn't very easily spread out a blanket, strip to the goodies, and let herself bake languidly in the sun. But up here, on top of a hill, it should be okay. If Sibyl didn't get all flustered. The girl was cute and sweet, but she seemed to have a problem about sex and bodies and all the other good stuff.
Betsy went around the house, easing through the hedge. Just as she remembered. Big patio, medium-sized pool, full of blue-tinted water. Mmmmm, she could feel that cool water dripping from her skin already. She stepped forward.
"Sib!" she called lightly. "You out here?" Betsy heard a noise and she turned to the back of the house. A man was coming out. A man? she thought. Spell that M-A-N! God, he was gorgeous! Well over six feet, muscles where he ought to have them, a devil-may-care face that smacked of romantic adventure. Broad chest, big hands, small tattoo on one arm. Her eyes roved down his advancing form and she felt saliva flowing in her mouth.
Jesus Christ! Betsy's mind shrieked, halfway between prayer and commentary. The man wore only a pair of red bikini shorts, skimpy, form-fitting and such a form! Only yesterday she, had been wondering where all the really big dicks were. Yes, she thought, there really is a God.
His swim shorts were as tight as if they'd been painted onto his body, and they hid nothing. She could see the enormity of his cock and nuts. Even now, limp and relaxing, his dick was something to dream about. It curled like a snake at his loins and it seemed to have no discernible end. Betsy felt a weakness in the pit of her stomach and she wondered if this was what the moment of true love was all about.
"Hi," he said in a deep, resonant baritone voice. All man.
"Hi," she croaked. "I was looking for Sib. Uh, I'm Betsy. We, uh, we're candystripers together, at the hospital, y' know, and she invited me to come up for a swim, and it was my day off today, so…"
He smiled, showing a mouthful of good white teeth. "Sibyl's at the hospital today," he apologized, and Betsy groaned.
"Oh, hell!" she said angrily. "Why didn't I think of that? I should have called first. God, I am such a fu-dummy!"
"It's all right," he said. "I'm Sibyl's father. Call me Ed, though." He smiled, offering his hand. Betsy thrilled to the male strength she felt in him. "Now, why don't you go ahead and have a swim, if you'd like? I'm just delighted to hear Sibyl is making friends."
How could Betsy refuse? She didn't even want to. As they walked toward the pool, she said, "Sibyl tells me you write books. I'd love to read one. One of yours, I mean. I'm not very intellectual, but when it's by someone you know…"
"I just finished a new one yesterday," Ed smiled. "Typed THE END, let off some steam. Today I'm taking it easy. Figured I might as well get some use out of the pool. We've been here two or three weeks, and I've only been in a couple of times."
Betsy nodded, spreading her towel on the grass at the edge of the patio. Off to the side some judiciously thinned trees cast an arrow of shade in her direction. She straightened up, unzipped her jacket, and cast it aside. She didn't miss the soft "Whew!" Ed made involuntarily at his first glimpse of her in the flesh, so to speak.
She was mostly flesh. Right now, at least. The bikini she had picked out was the one Mom wouldn't let her wear to the town's pool because it was so skimpy. All her bikinis were bitchin', but this one was the trashiest. A vivid purple, it consisted of little patches of nylon which molded round the ends of her boobs and a tiny panty that just covered her bush in the front and dipped low, low, low to display the upper crack of her ass. She hadn't counted on modeling it for Sibyl's daddy, hilt if he wanted to look, she wasn't about to blindfold him.
Betsy wasn't big anywhere. Her breasts were hand-sized lumps of rounded flesh, her waist narrow, her hips delicately flaring. She had good legs, and her father's refusal to buy her a car made certain they got plenty of exercise. Her face smacked of middle America, of hay rides and corn huskings and girls next door, but her types were a knowing blue that suggested how much fun the girl next door might be, on the right kind of hay ride. She had a dozen different ways of walking – candy striper on duty, high school girl scurrying to class, dutiful daughter in the company of parents – but as she moved toward the pool she gave Ed the standout, in her repertoire. Her hips moved in a frisky swaying manner that was sensual without being overly skittish, and she put her feet down daintily, as if she were walking across a floor full of eggs.
She stopped a moment on the edge of the pool, then dove forward, closing her eyes as she entered the water. She went under and arose in one graceful move, and when she surfaced she saw Ed standing on the pool's brim, watching her thoughtfully. "That was nice," he said. "You swim like an Olympic contender."
She smiled and went under again. When she came up, Ed was in the pool with her. Betsy wanted to swim into his arms, to wrap her good legs around his waist and feel his cock stiffen where it rubbed against the tight-stretched crotch of her bikini. She wanted to lock her arms around his neck, to stick her tongue into his mouth and keep it there till he had no choice but to suck it. She wanted him to feel her hard young tits pressed against his broad chest, to revel in the pliant suppleness of her body, to know that she could be his. God, she'd never wanted anyone or anything so much as she wanted that big cock she'd seen when they first met!
Trouble was, she didn't know how to go after him. If he'd been a boy her own age, Betsy would have been home free. High school guys were easy.
They liked to think of themselves as seducers, but she'd never been seduced. The scalps were in her belt, not theirs. But Ed Bogart wasn't a callow kid. He was a man, he'd obviously been around. Of course he had a breathy comment on catching sight of her body, but did that mean he was interested, or did it mean that he just had a good aesthetic sense?
She swam till her arms were tired, and then she climbed from the pool, lingering at the ladder. Her suit had contracted a bit, as it usually did when it was wet, and she could tell by feel alone that a generous expanse of her bare ass was on display to the man in the water. Let him look, she thought. Let him get the idea. She hopped onto the patio's stones, feeling them hot beneath her feet, and she shook the water from her body. Her tits were too small to wobble much, but anything was a help.
He was swimming on his back, and she knew he was watching her. Betsy smiled, going to her towel on the grass. She sat down and uncapped the bottle of tanning oil. Time for some sun.
Ed came out of the pool just as she began to smooth the lotion on her thighs, and she stopped abruptly. His trunks had his cock had been noticeable, it was now beautifully obvious. Even the stretchy nylon seemed to have difficulty stretching around his pecker bulge, and Betsy's cunt was wet – not only from her swim.
She gulped softly. Oh, shit, she told herself, a guy is a guy. In the dark they're all the same. Even with foot-long cocks? She had to find out about that!
Ed sprawled on the grass, stretching in the sun. Betsy eyed him. Forty something, eminently virile, definitely beddable. Would it really be so difficult? But he was Sibyl's father. So what? She and Sibyl had lust met. It wasn't as if Ed was an honorary uncle or anything like that. Betsy sucked in her breath, so that her tits lifted to their highest, fullest peaks, and then she reached behind and untied her bikini bra. When it fell away her tits remained high and youthfully uplifted, brown nipples arising to the occasion.
"What are you doing, Betsy?" Ed asked, sitting up. His eyes seemed to be fixed upon her tits as she rubbed them with oil.
"Oh, I thought I'd touch up my tan," she acknowledged, indicating the white flesh around her chest. Above and below she was a nice summery brown, but here the skin was a pale white, and the blue veins stood out in her small, milky-fleshed tits, making the nipples seem much browner than they really were. She flipped those nipples with her fingertips to test their stiffness. A tingle raced through her body at the fleeting contact, and she knew that her titties were ready for action. A shift of her thighs, bringing them together for just a moment, produced a similar tingle in her cunt, and she smiled with assurance. Rising to her knees, Betsy untied the knots which held up her panty. When she sat down on the towel once again, she was naked as a baby but infinitely more appealing.
She had a white strip round the loins, too, and her pubic hair was deceptively dark, almost black, a stunning contrast to the creamy texture of her skin. Sometimes Betsy wished she'd been blonde snatched as well as blonde-headed, and she often thought of dyeing her beaver, but today she was delighted with her image.
"It's a good idea," Ed said, standing. "I'm getting a dungeon pallor from being inside so much. I think I'll join you." It wasn't true. His skin had an olive glow, which Betsy thought was simply far-out. But she didn't contradict him. Not when he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down in a fluid motion, which made his cock and balls dance into her line of vision.
Big, she thought. Even bigger than she'd imagined. Six inches of soft muscle dangling from a thick clump of pubic hair at the base of a perfectly flat belly, hanging between a pair of athletic, muscled legs, with a set of nuts bouncing like a miser's purse just beneath. Betsy was on her back, and her mouth tilled with saliva so swiftly, so unexpectedly, that she almost choked.
Betsy Pike took peat pride in being an aggressive girl, one who called the shots and took her pleasure where she wanted. But when she saw it finally, that cock of his, she felt pride dying inside her body. The sight turned her into a hungry bitch. She went onto hands and knees, crawling toward him, calling his name as she moved across the grass. One of her hands streaked out, grabbing his cock where he stood. He was still wet from the pool but he felt hot inside her fist. So fucking hot. "Please," she told him. "Let me have some."
"I thought that was your intention," he said smugly, unclasping her hand seemingly without effort. He was beginning to harden, thanks to the vise-like squeezes she had given, and even a semi-erection was marvelous to see.
Ed dropped to his knees beside her, helping Betsy sit up. "You're just a little girl with hot ideas," he announced. "I don't think you're ready for this."
"Ready?" Betsy exploded. She seized his hand and guided it to her pussy. "Feel me!" she commanded, making his finger a spear point and her gash the target. Her cunt opened to receive him, and she sighed tremulously as her cunt sucked at his finger. She was wet and squishy. He had an easy entrance, and he thrust deeply. Betsy moaned and her ass lifted from the grass. When she settled down again, his finger seemed to go even deeper.
He made no effort to to move his finger. Betsy took that as a green light, and once more she grasped his dick. It swelled as she caressed it, and she could feel his life-blood pumping into the shaft, making it thicker, harder, hotter, making it pulsate and hum with sexual energy. "Oh, my God," she said, looking down at the erection her hands were nursing. She thought of a better way to nurse it and, his finger still pumping politely in her cunt, she leaned toward him, her tongue shooting out in anticipation.
Once she'd touched him with her tongue, there was no turning back. Betsy's tongue was a red carpet for his dick and he rolled forward, into her mouth, coaxed by the graceful case of her sucking.
She felt him there, trapped in her orality, and she sucked gingerly. He was by far the biggest man she'd ever seen. Not a foot long, but a good eight or nine inches, all of it throbbing gristle. He filled her mouth excitingly, and she struggled to pull more of him inside. "Take it easy," she heard him say. "I don't think you're experienced enough for that."
She'd show him who was experienced enough! Betsy had never swallowed a guy, not even the smaller ones, but she'd gulp this pecker into her fucking throat, or she'd die trying! She tried, and only when she was certain she was about to strangle did she give up the useless fight. He was too big. Struggle as she would, she could get no more than three or four thick inches of him into her mouth. The rest of his cock loomed just outside her mouth, a challenge that tantalized and frustrated Betsy traumatically.
But what she couldn't give him in the way of penetration, she could Goddamn well give him in suction. No one had ever found reason to fault her sucking. She pulled in her cheeks and began to treat him to the best she could offer.
As Betsy sucked, she could feel his finger, still buried in her pussy. It wriggled round, bumping her clit as it passed, and she writhed in happy acceptance. Sometimes he'd give her a wicked twisting shove, one that tested the elasticity of her snatch's lining, and when that happened she came nearest to actually swallowing his cock. Pleasure would course through her body – she'd sigh deeply, full-throated, and she could feel his dick pushing into her mouth, flirting with the back of her tongue, and she thought, if only I could stretch my mouth the way I can stretch my pussy, I'd have him in my Goddamn lungs! But her palate was a bony, immovable barrier, and his cock was too large to by-pass it, so Betsy had to content herself with sucking as much of his prick as she could stuff into her mouth.
He had the biggest cock she'd ever seen, and he had the hardest, too. She knew that she could never go back to fucking and sucking the meagerly endowed boys around Albany. She was being spoiled in a big way. She loved it.
The friction of his finger inside her cunt was whipping Betsy to the inevitable brink of orgasm. She couldn't help it. In two seconds she was going to cream all over his fingers. Tightening her mouth on his big penile crown, she started sucking him with all the oral power she could summon.
That left most of his cock, six or seven inches, outside her mouth. Betsy's hands were small. To get a good grip on him, she had to use both of them, one wrapping around him from each side.
They made a tight glove on his cock, then began to shuck up and down rapidly. It wasn't really a suck-off Betsy reminded herself. What she was doing was little more than jacking him off into her mouth. But plenty of guys enjoyed that, and she enjoyed the slutty way it made her feel, as well as the power implicit in the act. She was directing her partner, bringing him to orgasm precisely when and where she wanted. She'd begged him for cock, but only to get things started. Now Betsy wanted to be in charge.
He moved as she sucked him and handled him, his hips swaying where he sat, his cock pushing into her mouth occasionally, ramming a bit too deeply for comfort. Betsy let that pass. She could handle almost anything, and she still had a firm grip on his peter.
Again and again he tickled her clit, making her cream, making her squirm and wiggle. She fucked herself against him, wishing he'd forget about digging out her cunt and just start pinching her trigger. Some girls couldn't bear to be touched on the clit. Betsy felt deprived if she weren't chewed and bitten. But she could teach him.
Her hands raced on his cock. She felt it tense in her grip, as if it were ready to burst into her mouth. Betsy opened her throat to receive his offering, but it didn't come. He trembled inside her fist, but she felt the trembling diminish just as abruptly as it had started. Who's sucking this cock? she thought in a pout. I am! She clamped her lips fiercely upon his knob, washing it round and round with her tongue, and started to jerk him so furiously her fists kept bumping her in the nose and chin every time they raced up to meet her face.
Still his finger reamed her pussy, and she kept moving her groin closer so he could go even deeper. The depth was only an illusion, for his finger had a preordained limit to its penetration; but as he twisted it inside her, he made his fingertip brush areas of her pussy she hadn't known existed until Ed's stimulation brought them to life. Each rotation was a fresh lesson in cuntal arousal, and Betsy was a quick learner.
As it was, he was the first to come. Betsy knew how to give sensuous hand-jobs long before she'd surrendered her cherry, and she used every trick in her extensive book. Her hands experimented with rhythmic variations while her mouth continued to bathe his cock in wet saliva and vacuum-like suction. She was good, and she knew it. The next time she felt him quiver up and down the stalk of his rod, she knew that he couldn't avoid paying his dues. She opened her throat once again, ready for the cum that was definitely on its way.
Even so, the river of jism he spouted into her sucking, ready mouth was astonishing. Betsy had never been so drenched in her life, and the taste was even more incredible. It lingered in the corners of her mouth – she wished it would always remain there, so that on bad or dreary days she could close her eyes and taste his essence once again to brighten her life – and she let what felt like a cupful accumulate before she could force herself to swallow any. When she did take her first deep drink, it was with a gulping sigh that seemed to echo endlessly.
She kept on shucking, as well as sucking, working on his cock till he'd emptied. He took a minute's break from his finger-pronging of her vagina, and she felt neglected down there. As his limpening cock slipped from her cum-smeared mouth, she twitched her bottom and impaled herself afresh on his finger, wishing that it was his big dick instead. God, she prayed, don't let him be a one-shot Charlie! Make him hard again! I wanna be fucked!
His cock no longer in her mouth, Ed was free to move. He leaned forward, stretching Betsy in the grass face up. His finger thrust into her in this new position, but it was no longer alone. He shoved his face between her thighs and began to bite her cuntlips as he finger-fucked.
"Goddamn you!" Betsy screamed, not caring if the whole town of Albany could hear her. "Goddamn you, don't stop unless it kills me!" She wiggled one leg from beneath him and clamped it round his neck, locking him into the soppy gash of her pussy. She hoped he liked the smell of her aroused cunt, because he'd have to break her Goddamned leg to get free.
Betsy had been planning to zap Sibyl's father, to throw a seduction on him he couldn't resist, but she was the one being zapped, or so it seemed. His tongue lapped at her pussy, slipping in beside the finger he already had shoved up her hole, and she couldn't decide which instrument was the better trained. He was no novice at the fine art of eating pussy, and Betsy had never been sucked more deliciously. She was spoiled for life, she thought joyously. How could she ever go back to those silly boys who thought that kissing a slit was all there was to giving a girl head? They were eager to shove their cocks into your mouth and pump cum onto your tonsils, she reflected bitterly, but when you asked for turnabouts, they'd either say cunts smelled too raunchy to eat or they'd lick around a few swipes and expect that to do the trick. Not Ed Bogart! Betsy was sure that what he was doing to her was exactly what she'd been needing all her life. She'd have to remember to thank Sibyl for inviting her to come by. And to thank herself for neglecting to confirm a reservation.
Sibyl! she thought with an unsuppressed giggle. Wouldn't Sibyl shit a brick if she saw this? But the girl was so innocent, basically. It was almost pathetic. But a stroke of luck, too. Betsy realized that she could use her friendship with Sibyl to optimum advantage the rest of the summer. Maybe she could wangle a few overnight visits. Wait for Sibyl to go beddy-bye, then hot-foot it to Daddy's room and fuck away the night. Far fucking out!
His tongue was smooth-coated but he could use it so expertly, so provocatively, that sometimes his lingual member felt as if it were made of a sexy sandpaper rubbing away on Betsy's clit. For the first time in her life she knew why her love button had been created. It wasn't for her masturbational pleasure, it wasn't even so fumble-fingered boys could diddle her to a squishy come in the backseat of a car. It was put there so that its trembling erection could be suckled and bitten and given hell by Ed's mouth. Right now if it fell out of her cunt tomorrow, it would have served its purpose. Betsy tightened her leg on Ed's neck and tried to pull her pussy up and into his face. Before she could complete the attempt, she felt herself getting dizzy with lust, and then it was all over.
Her cunt exploded internally as well as externally. She was oozing juices, which Ed lapped up as fast as she could make them drip forth, and his tongue delved inside to get more. That only kicked Betsy in the ass, lifting her into a new, more intense plateau of orgasm, one that he was quick to exploit with his mouth and finger. Her cunt had contracted around his finger – it felt enormous thrusting inside her – and she could not control the agitated jerking of her cunt muscles. It was as if she were sucking his entire hand up her tunnel, pulling his fist into her Goddamned cunt, and she loved it! She wanted to drag him inside, feeling a disappointment when the bulk of his fist wedged against her pussy and refused to slide any further. But it was enough. She humped against his hand and mouth, screaming and sobbing while he sucked her clit to bring her all the way up, and she hoped she'd never have to go all the way down. Never!