"God, you're hot," Ben grunted. "You're trembling all over, just like a little kid."
"Oh, yesssss," Betty hissed. "I've never felt like this before. Never!" She lay squirming on his double bed, her entire body at his command.
Suddenly, his lips were against hers, and she crushed her body against him. His strong arms surrounded her, pulling her close, making her back ache with his urgency. Ben's thick, wet tongue parted her timid lips, and they shared an open mouthed kiss, wet, hot, frantically exciting. The kiss went on and on, and Betty felt as though she might lose consciousness, swooning from sheer excitement. Ben's hands were all over her, up and down her back, caressing her sides, reaching all the way down to her sensitive buttocks.
Ben pulled away from her suddenly.
"Where are you going?" Betty gasped. "Don't leave me now."
He chuckled softly in the semidarkness. "I'm not going anywhere. I just want to look at you for a minute. Then I'm going to take your clothes off, very slowly, piece by piece, until I see every inch of you. Is that all right?"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes." She tossed her head from side to side, excited beyond all reason.
As she watched him through passion slitted eyes, Ben slowly removed his shirt. Betty blinked, fighting to focus. His chest was so muscular, the pectoral muscles standing out in huge, well defined blocks. It was hairy too, with a lush mat that made her want to caress it with her fingers. She wondered how it would feel when her sensitive breasts were crushed against the firm wall of his chest, and a fresh thrill of passion coursed through her body.
Ben unsnapped the waistband of his cutoffs. His big fingers caught the tab of his zipper, and he began pulling it downward. Betty realized now that in seconds she would see him naked, and a look of raw lust filled her violet colored eyes. She could hardly wait.
The lush bush of Ben's pubic fuzz appeared, and Betty caught the scent of his totally masculine crotch. The tangy smell seemed to fill her lungs, its effect traveling at once to her throbbing, drooling pussy. She squirmed impatiently on the mattress, her eyes never leaving the widening vee in his shorts.
Slowly, very aware of how his leisurely striptease was exciting the girl, Ben pushed his cutoffs down over his trim, muscular hips. They feel to a pool at his ankles. Betty gasped at the sight of his huge organ, now totally erect. It jutted thickly in front of him, the ten inches of it throbbing and gleaming in the half light of the tiny bedroom. What would she do? His penis looked much too large to fit into her tiny, tight sided cleft. It would kill her if he tried. Still, she was so excited by now that she found it difficult to care. If he killed her, she would die fulfilled. A loud moan escaped her straining throat as she looked at him. It was like being alone with a classical god.
Ben stepped quietly out of his shorts, kicked them aside, and fell into her arms. As they kissed passionately again, his hands roamed freely, commanding her youthful body, touching her everywhere, making her gasp loudly with raw desire. She could feel his naked phallus pulsing against her flat belly and rubbed back and forth against it until it leaked a trail of hot precum across her silken flesh. The tip of it fit between her skirt and sweater, and that would do for the moment. More than anything, though, she longed for Ben to strip her bare. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, totally.
Before they were finished kissing, Ben had lifted her sweater, raising it to expose her smoothly pointed breasts. He squeezed them in his big hands, touching her intimately, kneading her tender flesh, bringing fresh gasps from her gaping mouth. She was going to be stripped naked, as though she were a package, a present prepared for male pleasure. She was going to be opened, played with, kissed all over, and fucked to death.
Next his hands moved in under her skirt. It was already hiked up high on her hips, and in seconds his fingers touched the moisture that had soaked through her panties and pantyhose.
"Hmmm," he grunted. "You're all ready for me, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes, my darling," she whispered. Tm more ready than I've ever been for anything in my whole life."
Ben loved the way she rubbed his stiff penis between their bodies, and he knew she was telling the truth. Here he was with her, and her every movement told him how hungry she was for him.
"Take my clothes off now," Betty begged. "Plee-eeeease." Her voice ended in a passion touched whine.
Quickly, with a sureness in his movements, Ben pulled her sweater off over her head. The teacher settled back onto the bed and smiled up at him, her milky white breasts jutting out like small, abrupt mountain peaks. She was so slim that he could see her ribs beneath her translucent flesh, and he was spurred on to finish the job of disrobing her.
Ben fumbled clumsily with the hooks at the top of her skirt, and Betty reached down to help him, opening them quickly and then lying back again. He undid her zipper and eased her skirt down over her softly flaring hips, while she raised them slightly to make the way easier for him. Betty gurgled softly deep in her throat and twisted about lewdly on the bed, every pore singing with raw passion.
"Hurry. Oh, please hurry," she moaned. "I feel as if I'll explode."
"Oh, yes, Baby, I'll do a lot of things. Be patient. The longer we wait, the better it will be. You'll see." Hooking his fingertips beneath the elastic top of her pantyhose, he began easing them down and off. They slid slowly, slithering silkily down her long, tapering legs, catching at her ankles. With a quick jerk, Ben pulled them off. Then he paused for a moment, lifting her slim foot and planting an open mouthed kiss on the sole of it. Betty giggled with excitement.
He looked down at her. All that remained to cover her flesh was a pair of tiny bikini panties, white and lacy. He could see the dark outline of her pubic bush inside. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet, mute evidence of her mounting lust.
Eagerly, Ben parted her legs, and his hand reached in to stroke at the crotch of her briefs, his fingers soaking up the wetness. He licked his full lips, thinking of how her fragrant cunt leakings would taste. He would soon be lapping it up, catching every drop of it on his thick, greedy tongue, glorying in the musky flavor of her.
Her body was quivering all over now, and Ben was half afraid she would climax before he even touched her as intimately as he wanted to. "Oh, God," she groaned, "keep it up. It feels so good when you rub me there."
Positioning himself on his knees between the girl's widely splayed legs, Ben reached beneath her fleshy buttocks, taking the cheeky flesh in both hands and lifting her high. He pulled her to him, bringing her up onto his naked lap, one leg on either side of his waist. Betty giggled as she felt Ben's ten inch cock nudge against her thighs.
He bent his head and began laving and kissing at her inner reaches, his mouth making a wet trail up her milky white thighs, moving slowly and deliberately, touching every inch of soft flesh.
Betty moaned, and the moans grew into broken cries of lust. She tossed her blonde head from side to side, lost in passionate thoughts. Ben's tongue moved on, closer and closer to the warm silkiness of her pants, and she cried out loudly, knowing the man's hotly alive mouth was only an inch from her leaking pussy.
Suddenly, Ben clamped his fleshy lips over her fabric covered cunt. Immediately he began sucking, pulling the tasty moisture of her lace panties and onto his taste buds. Betty pushed hard against his lips, massaging his cheeks with her moist, sizzling crotch, wetting his face with her female wetness.
He raised his face and smiled down at her. "God, you taste wonderful. Do you know that? Do you ever wonder how this might taste? Do you ever run your fingers into your hot little slit and then lick them of-f?"
Betty shook her head "no," half scandalized by his words but at the same time excited by them to new heights of lust.
"You should," Ben said flatly, "because you taste great." He dipped his face to her open crotch again and quickly and greedily sucked up the remaining juice. Sensual sounds came from his mouth, great, exciting slurping sounds, and soon he was pushing his hot saliva into the fabric of her panties and then sucking it back into his mouth.
Betty was going mad. She tossed about on the mattress, hardly able to contain herself. "Eat me!" she moaned. "Eat out my twat. I love it, looooove it! Do it now. Do it forever!" Her fleshy, lushly warm thighs crushed his cheeks, caressing him, urging him on to greater feats of sensuality.
Ben sucked at her until his jaws ached. Then, putting both hands on her upper back, he raised her to him, and they kissed. She could taste the flavor of her own musky cunt, and the sensation served to excite her all the more. He was right. She did taste good.
"Take my panties off now. I want to be free. I want to be ready for you."
"Not yet, Baby. First I want to concentrate on these." He covered each of her firm breasts with one hand, feeling her taut nipples respond immediately, straining with aching erection. He pressed her flesh harder, and Betty raised her chest, reacting at once, longing to give him complete and total pleasure.
Ben fondled her incredibly soft breasts for what seemed forever, and she moaned and groaned louder and louder, sobbing with raw, open passion. Then he opened his mouth and bent forward, covering her slim body with his. With trembling fingers, he lifted one breast to his lips and began to lick its nipple with his rough and smooth tongue. He opened his mouth wider, and Betty felt the warmth of his breath on her sensitized skin. Then his mouth closed over her breast, hard flesh filling his oral cavity. He sucked greedily, his hand massaging her other breast, making her wonder which treatment she liked the best.
Ben sucked and tongue lashed her tender nipple until she thought it would be raw for a week. At last, he took his lips away and moved on to the second, giving it exactly the same passion filled treatment.
"Now I'm ready to take off your panties," he said, raising his head and grinning at her. "Do you want that?"
"Oh, yes, yes, please, yes!" Betty moaned, tossing her head about, her blonde hairs catching in her open, gasping mouth. She was out of her mind with pleasure, totally unhinged, her body in control, her passions raging in a way she had never known before. She lifted her hips off his knees, making his job easier. Slowly, passionately, he lowered her panties, pulling them down over her thighs, revealing the fleecy softness of her cuntal mound. Betty whimpered with delight as the cold air hit her sizzling cleft, still wet from Ben's passionate sucking. Her heart was pounding wildly, and she had never felt more excitingly alive than she did at this moment. She tried to remain still, but she could not. She twisted about, the sheets and blankets bunching up beneath her aroused body. The warmth in her pussy was so intense now that it seemed to reach out and envelope every part of her.
Ben slipped her panties off over her feet and dropped them to the floor. He sat back on his knees, looking down at her. His hugely erect penis jutted upward, looking like a cruel engine of cuntal destruction. Betty gazed at it hungrily, shivers of anticipation and fear wracking her frame. She lifted her pelvis as though begging for him to penetrate her. Between her flaring, milk colored thighs, Ben could see her tender, moist cuntlips. They quivered excitedly, and he could count the sweet droplets of liquid that dotted her pubic curls. Even though he had sucked her dry only a few minutes before, she was wet and ready for him all over again. This time, he thought to himself, her juice would ease his way into her. He lowered himself, stretching across the length of her heaving body, letting her feel his weight until he pressed her down into the yielding mattress. His lips covered hers, and their kiss was deeper than any before it. Betty sucked wildly at his thick tongue, pulling his tangy saliva into her mouth and nearly yanking his tongue out by the roots. Ben's penis pulsed warmly against her pussy lips, promising ecstasy.
"Now," she whispered. "Fuck me now. I have to have it, or I swear I'll die."
He smiled at her, his face only an inch from hers. "Not yet, Baby. Not quite yet. There's something else I'm gonna do first." Quickly he began kissing his way down the length of her naked body, pausing to again suck for a moment at her erect nipples and then moving wetly on over her heaving belly. He dipped his squirming tongue into her hotly enclosed navel, and she groaned and giggled with pleasure. When he had cleaned her indentation thoroughly, Ben continued, nearing her throbbing crotch, his hot breath fanning her pubic bush. Betty held her breath. Ben was going to put his mouth to her pussy again, only this time there would be no silly panties in the way. His lips and hers would meet directly. He would do whatever he wanted, and whatever he did, she was ready.
"I'm gonna fuck you with my big tongue until you come all over the place. You're gonna love it, and I'm gonna keep it up until you beg for me to stop."
"Yes, yes, oh, yeeeeeeeees," Betty cried, tossing from side to side and gasping for breath. She arched her back, making her breasts jut out boldly, wantonly. She felt his hands move beneath her and grip her fleshy cheeks firmly, holding her still and completely at his mercy.
His lips touched the edges of her cunt, and she let out a low, animal wail. Ben sucked her cuntlips, feeling the swollen hardness caused by the reddening blood that had pumped excitedly into them. He ran his tongue along the length of her womanly slit, finding ten thousand new nerve endings with each swipe of it. Betty cried out again and again, sharp sounds like those of a wounded bird. She fought to hold back her climax. It was too soon, too early to spend her passion.
His educated tongue parted her silken lips easily, and he delved into her flooding pussy. Harsh, broken cries came from the woman's gaping mouth as he pushed inward, his tongue wriggling up the length of her pussy until he found her tiny, swollen clitoral bud. His tongue flicked over it, again, again, again. She felt as though her whole body were flying into the air, higher and higher. Her cunt flowered open spasmodically.
"Oh, Ben, please, no. I'm commmmmmramming," she moaned.
Instantly, the man changed positions. Something harshly blunt nudged at her vomiting cuntlips, and, even as she climaxed, Ben shoved his huge penis into her in one long, total, ripping stroke.
Betty lay on the bed, writhing and pinned down by the thick fullness of his ten inch phallus. He was in her all the way. She could feel his flaring head poking at the base of her belly, and her tight pussy lips hugged tightly at his shaft. Her own interior juices lubricated him so completely that his entry hardly hurt at all. An utter and complete fullness enveloped her, and she lay there, floating on a cloud of gentle passion.
Now the fucking began. Slowly, Ben pulled his ten inch stalk out from between her taut, gripping cunt halves. She was so tight, he gasped with excitement, the tension squeezing his prick until it actually hurt.
Betty let out a tiny gasp. She was afraid he was leaving her. When only the burgeoning head of his penis was still enclosed, Ben stopped. He paused for a moment, and the girl could see the perspiration glistening on his smooth forehead. Then, with a deep grunt, he plunged in again, sounding her depths. Betty let out a high pitched cry as the flesh rubbed against her insides. Again, again, in out faster faster faster. She could feel her second climax building, higher, more exciting than the first. She sobbed and tossed her head about wildly. It was happening again, so soon she could hardly imagine it.
Then Ben was coming too. With a harsh gasp, he went stiff. She could feel his prick swell even larger within her, and then her inner reaches were bathed in the white hotness of his sperm.
"Yes, oh yes," she whispered, her voice shaking with passion, "Give it to me. Give me all your hot spunk!" Her vaginal muscles fluttered around the gushing hardness of his cock, milking every last drop from its tip.
As he finished, it was her turn again. With wild, wracking sobs, Betty climaxed, her own feminine juices gushing forth to swim with Ben's hot semen. The two of them collapsed together, kissing and licking one another's faces again and again. They fell asleep, his penis still buried far up inside her slim body.