She didn't make it all the way down from her supernatural orgasmic high. Betsy writhed in the euphoria of her body and senses, and she thought that the sky had never been quite so blue, the sun quite so energetically bright, the grass so soft, nor the birdsong quite so melodious. And she had never appreciated any of them so much as she did now, lying close to Sibyl's father in the warm green grass. Her mouth opened slowly – she intended to speak but there seemed no need for hurrying.
By the time she'd uttered the first syllable she was no longer lying on the grass. She was nestled in Ed's strong arms, her face pressed to the mat of soft, kinky hair on his chest, and he was walking as he carried her to the edge of the pool.
She looked down. "Hey!" she said, just before he tossed her into the translucent blue water below. Betsy first sank, then fought her way back to the surface.
"You sonofabitch!" she yelled, spitting out water. "What the hell are you…"
But he was in the water by then, too, and his arms were around her. Strong arms. Big hands. One of them closed over Betsy's right tit, the other locked around her middle, and she felt herself being pulled toward the middle of the pool. She paddled to keep afloat but she really didn't need to. His body was all the buoy she needed.
Bobbing in the water, Ed turned Betsy around. She began to bob, too, but only for as long as it took him to fit her legs around his waist. "Oh!" she said delightedly, getting the idea with marvelous rapidity. Betsy wriggled into position, letting her pubic hair slide back and forth on his hardening prick. She felt him stiffen almost at once, his cock filling the narrow space between their bodies.
"Up," he commanded, and she bobbed again, this time high enough to let his cock slide beneath her half-submerged body. Her nipples were hot against his chest as she pressed her tits against him while pulling her ass away. She felt his dick resting in the groove between her legs, warming her slit in spite of the water, and Betsy's breath caught in her throat. He had the biggest cock she'd ever seen and her cunt was big enough to be fucked, but was she spacious enough to accommodate his prick? Even now, with its bulky shaft merely riding between her thighs, she felt as if she had been pussy-choked with love. What, for Christ's sake, would it be like when he actually put the thing in her? She couldn't guess, and in spite of her tension, she was dying to find out.
She found out.
Ed tickled her submerged asshole with his fingertip until she began to giggle. That did the trick, she realized later. While Betsy was laughing hysterically and alternately trying to avoid his finger and to suck it up her asshole, Ed was using his other hand to bring his cock to her cunt. She felt the big swollen knob touch her intimately – she pressed back with an exploratory wiggle and at the same moment he thrust even more firmly at her anus. When she shied away from his asshole poking, she shied herself right onto the end of his cock, and, with his cock-head stuck inside her splayed gash, she had no choice, no desire, but to get the rest of him up her, and at once!
Betsy moved upon him, making a fierce current flow around them in the water. Her body felt light as air, his cock almost weightless inside her despite its thick, heavy bulk. Her cunt was still greasy from the finger and mouth job he'd given her on the grass, and she accepted his prick gleefully.
In spite of Betsy's frantic squirming and repeated screams of invitation, Ed fed it to her slowly, easily. "Oh, come on!" she hissed into his ear, biting his lobe to punctuate the command. "Sock it to me!" She had never fucked a man so massively, thickly built, and she was astonished at how perfectly he seemed to fit her snatch. The water had a lot to do with it, of course. She was wet and ready.
She was also eager, and delighted to find that her cuntal muscles stretched with a lithesome gracefulness which gave him a velvet carpet welcome. Realizing that she couldn't hurry him on his way, Betsy wrapped her arms around his neck more tightly, bit him on the jaw, then smacked her mouth down upon his for a sloppy, loving kiss. Her legs flexed where they fit round his waist, and she could feel the currents in the water as he kept them afloat with his feet and hands. It was like fucking on a cloud.
Water was up to their chins when Ed completed his first, lingering insertion. Betsy almost choked, for she opened her mouth to cry out her pleasure. Water poured into her and she began coughing as she rocked upon him. But the discomfort passed quickly, and all that remained was sheer delight. His cock was completely immersed in her cunt. His balls kissed the lower end of her sliced opening, his pubic hair, a soggy mat of fur, tickled her exposed wet clit, and his knobby cock-head was somewhere inside her, deeper than Betsy had ever been fucked before. Whatever Ed's length, she thought in abandon, it seems a perfect match for the length of her cunt. When he made his cock dance inside her to emphasize their union, she could feel its tip bump time after time on the mouth of her womb. If he'd filled her with his cum right then, Betsy thought, she would have come a bucketful to match his explosion. She knew she was a pretty girl, but he made her feel beautiful.
"Oh, God," she whispered, smacking her lips. "Let's fuck!" And without waiting for him to answer, Betsy began to move her ass.
She couldn't rise high enough to give herself the long, ramming thrusts she craved, but her cunt was such a tight glove around his pecker that it didn't matter. The slightest motion of Ed's dong spread her pussy marvelously and made warm juices flow. She knew it was going to be dreamy.
"Lean back," he commanded, and she pushed her upper body away from him. He leaned forward, his face knifing through the water, and he took an oral beachhead on the stiff brown point of her right tit. His teeth caressed her in a lovingly savage manner, scraping the delicate skin around her areola before closing upon the nipple. The long spur of erectile tissue already throbbed with arousal, but she felt it lift to new heights when Ed began to chew her. He combined teeth, tongue and lips in a fashion that was more sensual, more sophisticated, more soul-stirring than anything the local boys had ever done to her, and Betsy knew, if she had not guessed before, that she had lucked out. This was no boy, this was a man, and he was rapidly turning her into a real woman.
"Please," she whimpered when she had endured as much as she could. "Suck the other one now. I want to feel that way all over."
"What way?" he asked, raising his face from her boob. "How do you want to feel?"
"Like a bitch," she moaned. "Like a Goddamn bitch in heat!"
"Try this," Ed suggested, and he planted his mouth on her left tit. When he ground his teeth on her nipple, Betsy moaned and screamed and paddled her feet in the water. She flailed with her hands, sending a tidal wave across the surface of the pool. Chlorinated water sprayed her face, some of it entering her nostrils, her mouth, but she didn't care. Her cunt was quite full of his cock, for she was on full downstroke, and he was eating her tit as if it were a piece of irresistibly sweet candy. Betsy wrapped her hands around his head and gave herself up to enjoyment.
She started to move her hips a bit faster, eager to have him inside her more deeply and more often. Ed cooperated, pulling, back to prod her more insistently, and she understood more fully what it was like to be fucked by him. She loved it.
He spat out the water he'd sucked in, along with her boob, when he released her nipple, and when Betsy kissed him, she was positive she could taste her breast on his lips. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and wiggled it, hoping that he'd continue sucking. When he did, it was with a compulsion that startled Betsy. He pulled on her tongue, capturing it with his strong oral muscles, and she felt as if he were trying to pull her entire face into his mouth. Her lips thrust eagerly against his as her tongue shot incredibly far and fast. For a second she wondered if her tongue might not be on the verge of tickling his tonsils.
She felt herself floating as well, and it occurred to her that they were swimming once again. Betsy was in no mood to resist, and her mouth was so completely occupied she couldn't have spoken out in protest. She went where Ed directed her, her cunt still moving in short, quick strokes on his thick pecker.
His body seemed to have more support now, she thought. Her eyes, which had closed automatically during the kiss (just as they closed automatically whenever she began to suck a big, hard cock) opened and she saw that they were very near the edge of the pool. Ed's feet were touching bottom – they were in the shallow end – and he sidled against the pool's edge, one arm resting on the brim.
It was more comfortable now, she decided, her tongue still buried in his mouth. She put her near arm on the ledge and found that it could be very comfortable. Their bodies were supported by one another and by the solid construction. They could forget about balance and concentrate on fucking for fucking's sake. Betsy hummed, making her tongue wiggle like an erotic snake inside Ed's mouth, and she shoved her tits against his chest. Her cunt lifted from his dick, lurching high, almost disengaging him, and she slammed back down, hard, fierce, impaling herself on his cock.
This time he rammed her cunt so hard Betsy wanted to scream. She had dreamed of balling a man as big as Ed, as capable of bringing her to ecstatic fever, but her dreams had been abysmally poor in their conception. When he bumped her womb with his cock point, she felt her insides turning cartwheels, and the only thing she knew was that she wanted to feel that same sensation again, now!
His legs tensed as Betsy began to ride him furiously. Her cunt was a slick glove for his big cock, and she writhed from side to side, stretching herself more than she'd ever been stretched, but confident that her elastic young cunt would easily regain its proper shape and tightness. Each time she came down, his balls jerked against the lower corner of her slit, and if she twisted in a certain way at deepest penetration, she could get full measure of delight from the rubbing of his soaked pubic fur against her crotch. Her clit was stiff and hot, despite its long immersion – she was certain it would be wrinkled from the water but she didn't care – and whenever his cock moved in her, the push-pull he exerted on her cuntlips squeezed her clit just so – Betsy's tummy heaved, her ass jerked, and her legs tightened their knot around Ed's waist.
He mouthed her tongue for what felt an eternity. A lesser man would have strangled but Ed Bogart merely kept on sucking. It was Betsy whose lungs collapsed from the need to breathe, and it was Betsy's tongue that slithered in retreat. She licked his mouth as she inhaled and her heart was pounding like a jackhammer inside her breast. She leaned against him, letting Ed feel the agitated flutter of her aroused pulse. Her nipple pressed stiffly upon his chest.
Betsy lifted and fell, buoyant in the water, her cunt swallowing the thrusts of his cock. "You're spoiling me," she said in excitement. "I'll never do it with anyone else again. It can't be this good again unless I dolt with you!"
"Don't sell yourself short," Ed smiled. "You're contributing a lot." He underlines his praise by giving her another chance to show just how accommodating her pussy could be. His cock slicked up into her with an unexpected twisting lunge that was harder than Betsy had anticipated and which seemed to go deeper than she had yet been plumbed. She thrust herself upon him, pushing at his chest and shoulders with all her body, and his back arched in resistance. His legs were bending, too – Betsy felt them sinking into the water with alarming speed. She closed her eyes and held her breath, clawing him with her legs and refusing to give him the chance to withdraw his cock from her hungry pussy.
They sank fully, still fucking, but their bodies bobbed to the surface. "Out of the pool," Ed commanded, blinking his eyes to clear away the chlorinated water which flowed across their orbs. "We'll finish on solid ground."
His cock popped from her – Betsy was astonished at the iron strength of his arms as he pulled her legs from around his body and lifted her forcefully from his dick. She flopped over and her ass stuck up like a low reef. Ed slapped her on one cheek.
"Step on it," he ordered.
She swam toward the step bars, seized the guides with both hands, and pulled herself from the water like a gymnast. Her pussy dripped as she moved forward on the files, but she looked over her shoulder, saw him coming out of the pool too, and Betsy dropped to her knees where she stood. Her legs were braced, set widely, and she knew that her cunt was on display to him, an inviting target framed by her thighs. She reached down to touch her pussy, fingers stroking her split, making it even hotter, wetter, more open for him, and he was coming toward her on swift feet, his cock still lancing upward from his matted hair, gleaming, reddened, with water running off.
She rubbed herself more vigorously, finger slipping inside her pussy sometimes and doing a world of good whenever it did. Betsy moaned like a whipped dog, realizing that she was only in the stage of preparation. Fucking in the water had been a turn-on, she was making sure she stayed turned on right now, and the real action was still to come. "Fuck me like a bitch," she whimpered. "Fuck me like a Goddamn bitch!" Her hand caressed her pussy while her ass swiveled from side to side, already approximating the rhythm of screwing. She touched her clit, found it thicker, harder, and hotter than she had ever known it to be, and Betsy knew that she could never again be this ready for balling.
He knelt behind her, his dick-head bumping her finger out of its playground. Betsy's hand darted away, happy to surrender, and she felt Ed's prick begin to slide back and forth across her damp, dark beaver.
Betsy lunged forward in shock as his cock entered. Her cunt had almost reverted to its original shape and snugness, and his sudden insertion spread her immediately. She felt her pussy muscles stretching to accommodate him, tightening back as much as they could, and she reached back to clutch one of his hands for security.
He pushed his way up her in circular stokes, the head of his peter reaming through her wet, hot cunt, and Betsy couldn't keep her ass from wiggling joyously. He seemed to go even deeper this way, as if his cock were actually fucking into and not just against the opening of her uterus. Her belly swelled and that made her entire body glow and hum.
"Harder," she whispered. "Fuck me harder!" Her ass smacked against his belly, bumping him two or three times in quick succession while she bathed his dick in her cuntal juices. She wanted him and all he could give her.
Ed grabbed one cheek of her perky ass, his fingers digging into the soft, pliable flesh, and he pulled away from her, most of his cock vacating its squishy home. Then he shoved her hard, harder than she would have believed possible. His cock slammed in, held, then pulled back once again. His next shoving penetration was even harder, fiercer. Betsy howled like a bitch in the fury of heat and she squeezed his hand. "Yes!" she shrieked.
If he took it as a command, it was because she meant him to. Her cunt sucked him in, rippled as if it meant to keep him there for all time, then let him pull free for yet another smashing plunge. Betsy knew that her ass would be black and blue tomorrow, if it wasn't already, but she could live with that. The fucking – harder, faster – that, Betsy was certain, she could not live without.
Resisting orgasm was a strain upon the girl. She wanted to come. Her cunt, her ovaries, every part of her sexuality – all screamed for release. But she wanted to make it with Ed, to spill her fiery juices at the same blinding moment when he filled her body with his. She wanted to reach down afterwards, to touch the oozing jism mixture as it seeped from her gash, to know that they had shared the sexual joy from start to finish. Betsy nibbled on her lip, begging her body to endure just a while longer. Soon, she promised, it would be over and worth the waiting.
But her cunt nonetheless betrayed her. The scraping friction of Ed's knob withdrawing from her in a particularly wicked spiral pattern was more than her racked pussy tissue could bear. Betsy shivered, she sobbed, she wept, and she exploded. The nerves in and around her cunt felt as if their covering of skin had been torn away, leaving the raw wires exposed and vividly tactile, and she could feel the return of his cock with every single cell in the slick, squishy lining of her cunt. He rammed into her, knowing that she was in the throes of orgasm, and he seemed to take a particular pleasure in fucking her with an added degree of roughness, of slamming his cocktip against her womb and prodding her hard before he withdrew to do it again. The rippling muscles of her cunt licked him as he plunged, coaxed him as he pulled back, constricted delightedly as he thrust home once more. She sighed, licked her lips, she drooled upon the tiles beneath her head. Her tits were hard as stones, the nipples so incredibly stiff, tight and erect, she was certain they'd break off if touched too roughly.
Ed squeezed the buttock he held possessively. Betsy moaned, her eyes awash with tears of joy. "If it's not all right for me to come in you," he warned, "you'd better say so. Fast!"
"Come!" she cried, "please, please, please come in me!" Her ass twisted against him, her cunt still shimmering and bubbling, and she sucked at his cock with it, begging him with her body as well as her mouth.
Ed plunged forward, holding his cock firmly against the mouth of her cunt, and she felt the sudden jerks as he unloaded his jism. Each time he squirted – and there were at least six individual jerks before she stopped counting – Betsy's ass bounced up, and she felt as if she were floating by the third or fourth burst. It was safe – her IUD had never failed – and though her over-worked cunt was in an agony of muscular strain, she wanted him to keep on squirting his cum into her body. She tightened her cunt as much as possible, locking his dick inside her, and she squeezed him, anxious to tickle all the jism possible from his nuts.
He leaned forward, his body coming to rest upon her back. He bit her on the shoulder, a gentle love bite which made her purr for more, and he got one hand onto her tits. She felt his caresses, but neither nipple broke off. Stiff, she thought, but certainly not brittle. She turned and kissed him. Because of the position in which they rocked, Betsy couldn't kiss him directly. But she could stick out her tongue, stick it out so far its roots ached, and she could lick his mouth like a mother cat bathing her kitten. Ed's tongue lanced out in reply, met her own, and they dueled appreciatively while her breasts throbbed in his big hands and her pussy drank gluttonously of his cum.
Her knees ached where they dug into the tiled surface, and she didn't think it worthwhile to brace herself any longer. Betsy eased her body downward, the tiles coming up to meet her belly, and Ed slid down upon her, his hands trapped beneath her, still clutching her tits. She felt him jerk inside her cunt a time or two, and then his cock began, to soften noticeably. She sighed wistfully and she could swear that he did, too, as his slackening prick popped out of her sticky hole.
Ed rolled off her back and Betsy moved onto her side. She reached down between her legs to touch the ooze that flowed from her cunt. God, she thought, there was so much! Hem and his, mixed. She had never come so wetly, nor had her pussy ever ached so much after sex. But it was a delicious kind of aching, a satisfied, smug pleasance which imprinted itself unforgettably on her memory when she rubbed the slit and its tender, still half-swollen pussy lips. Any time in the future, she thought. Any time. One touch down there and she'd remember exactly how this was. Every lovely second of it. She stroked herself again, programming her pussy one more time, and when she took her hand away, the fingers were shiny and aromatic from the sexual juices which coated them.
Betsy turned her blue eyes upon his face. "I have never been so-so-SO fucked! Ever. In my life. I don't know how to…"
"Wanna go around again?" he asked, fixing her with a sure stare, and Betsy turned several colors in succession before she understood that he was putting her on. Then she felt safe laughing.
Betsy relaxed, her head on his chest. They were on the soft grass once again, the tree shady overhead, and if his hand cupped her breast or if her fingers made a loop round the base of his recumbent cock, both understood that these were only caresses rather than challenges.
It really was delicious, Betsy thought. She felt great. Fulfilled. She'd come a bucketful, and so had he. This was a day she could never forget. Kind of weird, though. She'd asked him why he hadn't resisted her initial pass, why he'd gone along with her, and he'd replied something about "swimming with the current" and "lines of least resistance" and what he called the Tao, none of which she understood precisely. What he seemed to mean was that he had decided, philosophically, that fucking her would be less bothersome than not fucking her, since she was determined to be fucked. But he'd taken over the aggression, hadn't he? When he dumped her into the pool, dived in after, and shoved his cock up her slot? So who was floating with the current or seeking the line of least resistance then?
It was too bad. Betsy was a girl who prided herself on being utterly realistic. And she was realistic-minded enough to know that this relationship, if it could even be called that, had no future in a long-term sense. Ed and Sibyl would move away come the end of summer. Odds were astronomical that Betsy would never see either of them again. She could easily become addicted to this man's brand of sexing, but she was smart enough not to let herself do that. Besides – to him, she must be only one of many girls, even if he was the most satisfying screw she'd ever had. "I'll find out about Sibyl's schedule," she told him. "Candy striping, I mean. And I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Mmmm," he said, squeezing her tit. "But she'll be home soon – it must be almost four. I hate to love and run, but…"
"Oh," Betsy said. "You want me to cut out, right? Well, sure," she said, feeling only a little miffed.
"I'm thinking of Sibyl," Ed replied. "She might be upset to find you here. You don't really know her, I suspect. Christ, I don't really know her, not yet. We've never had a relationship, a real relationship, and sometimes she puzzles the hell out of me. At the moment, for example, she's upset about something. I don't know what. She barely spoke to me last night, but later, when I was in bed, I was meditating my way to sleep and – well, I became aware that she was nearby. She was standing in the doorway, staring at me – she must have thought I was asleep – and she was crying. I could see tears rolling down her cheeks, and I could hear the faintest sobs. But when I ask her if anything is wrong, she smiled and said, 'of course not'."
Talk about weird, Betsy thought.
"Sibyl is very shy, very withdrawn," Ed went on. "I don't think she's ever had a close friend. When I was out of the country she used to write me thirty and forty-page letters, once or twice a week. She's sixteen, Betsy, and she's never had a date, never kissed a boy, never had her little heart broken. You could be a very good influence on her."
"Me?"
"You. You're outgoing, gregarious, self confident. You could be good for Sibyl. Introduce her to people. Help her make more friends. Let her meet some boys, maybe."
"Oh," Betsy said, smiling wickedly. "You want me to get her laid!"
She knew as soon as she'd said that she shouldn't have. Ed's face clouded so swiftly, so unmistakably, that she had a moment of alarm, fearing he might hit her. She recoiled, preparing for a blow that never came. "I was only kidding," she said in a fluttery, defensive tone.
"It wasn't a very good joke."
"I'm sorry! So I have an X-rated sense of humor. It goes with the territory! But I know what you're talking about. Sibyl has a father fixation, right? And you'd like her to find out that there are things in life other than worshiping Daddy."
"Something like that," Ed agreed. He tied her bra into place and helped her with the knots of her panties. Betsy slipped into her beach jacket, kissed him goodbye, and set off for home, promising to do something nice for Sibyl. "It'll cost you, though," she hollered over her shoulder, and he only smiled and waved.
Jesus, she thought, talk about kinky! One minute he's dishing out the most bitchin' screw since screwing was invented, the next I'm Dear Abby and he's writing in for advice on teen-age social adjustment problems. It's a wonder I don't go schizo.
But she'd do something, just as she'd promised. She knew a guy from school, kind of thin and sensitive. He wrote poetry Betsy didn't understand, he did a little painting, and she suspected he might be a closet fag. But he wasn't sexually aggressive and maybe he and Sibyl could be platonic and sensitive together for what remained of the summer. Besides, Betsy mused, if she could get Sibyl dated up for a week or two, she could drop by for evening visits at the Bogart place and see if Ed knew any more tricks. Yeah, she thought. One good turn deserves another.