It was Saturday morning so Ken stayed in bed. He felt relaxed, calm. The sun sprinkled its beautiful light on the bedroom draperies, it was a great day outside. But he had plans for an even greater one inside. He knew Betty would be coming over early to take care of the kids.
When he heard the front door open Ken's heart started to pound and as each step came closer to the hallway his breath grew quicker. He could see her through his half-open bedroom door, delicious, blonde hair trailing down her back, another short, flirtatious skirt, this one plaid.
The lithe, well-formed legs of her supple body glowed in his vision as she quietly walked by trying not to wake him. He saw the profile of her proud, full breasts and jutting little rump. The healthy plum had arrived, it was time for breakfast in bed.
"Betty?" he softly called out.
She froze in her tracks and Ken almost laughed. It had been two days since he busted her cherry, two days to recover and heal. But she didn't run home crying, telling, pointing a shaking finger at him and saying, "That's him! That's the man who put his thing inside me!" No, Betty played it cool, kept her sweet-lipped mouth shut. Ken appreciated that.
Slowly she turned around to face his open door with fright filled eyes. He hadn't touched her yesterday, acted as if the whole thing never happened. On the one hand Betty was relieved, on the other confused. What he did to her that night seemed terrible at the time but afterwards she found no scars, no visible signs of harm. It wasn't as terrifying as her imagination let her believe.
"Yes, Mr. Williams?" she quietly whispered.
"Come here."
She hesitated, took one step, then stopped. It wasn't her bedroom, it was Mr. and Mrs. Williams' bedroom, a place where she didn't belong. Ken saw the indecision in her face, the slight opening between her lips and darting eyes. He let her suffer a few seconds more before saying, "It's all right. Come on in."
That was all it took to lead the little bug into the web of the spider. Ken's cock was already growing stiff over the tender flesh of her exposed thighs, calves and ankles. And as he watched how the great masses of her firm breasts made gentle wobbles as she walked his cock grew even harder. She was without a bra and he could see the points of her nipples through the cotton fabric.
"It's Saturday," he said. "Let's let the kids sleep a bit longer."
She stood beside his bed with her hands in front of her, they hung down to her crotch as if they were protecting the little slit inside. "If you say so, Mr. Williams," she politely answered.
He grinned. "You enjoy doing the things I tell you, don't you?"
"I guess so."
"You're an obedient, well-behaved young lady and you like it that way, don't you?"
She nodded, swallowed. "Yes sir, I try to do what I'm told by adults."
"Good girl," he soothed. His hand pulled back the covers of the bed. Betty's eyes were captured by his long, hard prong as it stretched up from its nest of hair to lie across the hair and flesh of his stomach. Again, she swallowed, started to turn and leave.
But Ken's hand grabbed hers and gently drew her back. The big, curious eyes once more zeroed in on the red spike. She stood very still, very silent as his hand moved up her arm and undid the top button of the blouse. He could see her tender skin tremble and cover with goose-flesh as he undid button after button.
She remained motionless as he parted the white blouse and gazed at the breathtaking beauty of her upthrust breasts. The white, delicate flesh was flawless right down to the outer rim of the pink, cone-like nipples. They were soft, warm, loose and the color of papayas. But Ken didn't touch the appealing tits, instead his hand went down to her skirt and lifted.
He viewed the priceless ecstasy of perfectly formed hips and rump. The way they blended, curved and melted together with absolutely no excess meat fascinated him. There was only one other body he admired in such a way, Darlene's. Betty's undies were powder blue and quite brief. The crotch covered a filled hump of prime meatiness and wrinkled together to slide under the mound and nestle next to the lips of her amazing, tight little hole.
He also observed how the back of the undies were caught up between the cheeks of her mounded rump. Each melon-like bun was visible down where it met the leg, each had a slight line of demarcation where thigh stopped and fanny began. The panties seemed to struggle from the glory of her squeezing flesh up like an hour-glass to spread across as much of the velvet hills as possible.
Ken left the skirt, he liked it on her all crumpled up around the thinness of her waist. But he slipped a finger up to the elastic waistband of the panties and gently tugged them down over the white globes. They were hairless, with only the slightest hint of peach-like fuzz, and covered with goose-bumps everywhere his finger happened to touch.
She let the panties fall to her feet as he drank in the choice slope of her ass down to a deep crevice of shadow. Her front was puffy, fluffed up like a down pillow with its wisps of fine hair reaching out to his face as if they were begging to be matted down with saliva and sperm.
Ken used both hands to bend his cock straight up in the air. She didn't know what to do except stare at the intriguing monument. With an amused smile on his lips Ken hooked one finger out and motioned for her to move closer. Betty seemed hypnotized as she leaned down, as the long waves of her hair brushed across his stomach, as her lips parted open and hovered less than an inch above the swollen, flared cock-head.
Ken lifted his hips up only slightly and she came down to lick across the glans with the tip of her tongue. Then she kissed it, then the lips opened slightly and Ken could feel her suction as his cock worked slowly inside. Her lips stretched and cheeks bulged out as more of the shaft entered but she didn't stop until it was halfway in and soaked with the thrashing wet of her tongue.
Ken reached over and grabbed her legs to guide her up onto the bed and into a hands and knees position over him. Now he could take a good look at her twat, her asshole, her whole area of entrance. The cunt hung above his face and glowed as if it was made of gold, the light hairs still invited him, still begged for the touch of his mouth and cock.
"That's the girl," Ken whispered. "Suck my cock deep, get it way in there and suck hard."
She couldn't answer but he felt a powerful draw all along the length of his thrilled pecker. He used his fingers to part the lips of her twat and peer inside. A narrow tunnel of pink flesh greeted him, firm, tight, resilient. Then his hands opened the cheeks of her ass and he gazed at the miniscule hole of her ass. He 'Couldn't believe his cock got in there, it was just so small!
Betty's body shuddered, she shook and pounded down hard on the filling cock. She was climaxing, shooting her wad even before he did anything. Ken grinned, he was thrilled as he watched the lips of her cunt juice up suddenly, shine and shimmer with a good coat of juice.
He lapped the flat of his tongue up to drink her honey and she tensed. It was highly arousing to her to have a mouth full of pulsating cock and then feel a tongue entering her. The white fanny started to vibrate and press down on his face as Ken's tongue darted deep inside the juice-gushing pussy. His face was smothered in the succulent warmth.
Betty's hands touched the balls below her eyes, the loose-skinned bag with hairs all over it. The lopsided lumps inside were a curious thing, funny-looking, yet somehow a very compelling sight. She tried to slide her tongue between his cock and her tight lips to touch the sac but failed. Finally she lifted off the soaked tool and quickly brushed her tongue and lips down across the neglected testicles.
She then grabbed the reddened cock in one hand and trailed her moist lips deftly up it while stabbing around it with the limberness of her tongue. When she reached the top she engulfed the head and pressed down until it lodged deep inside the itching confines of her throat.
She shuddered again, twisted, expressed herself with gushes of wetness on Ken's lapping mouth. He found his tongue fit inside the little twat perfectly while his nose nestled in the pinch of her asshole. And the feel of her smooth thighs and cushioned buns against his ears, forehead, cheeks was as wonderful as anything he could remember. If he could stay buried in this chalice of tastes and hugs forever he would, he told himself.
His tongue slid up to the rectal opening and teased her taut ring of pink. Again she tensed, again Ken had to apply force behind the tip of his tongue. It separated the muscle, eased inside like a flowing jam tit tantalize and thrill Betty's hot insides.
She shook violently, twisted her ass down on his face and groaned as more tongue fed inside her. "Oh! Mr. Williams! I like that!" she finally cried.
He didn't want her to wake the kids but couldn't take the time to warn her. Then the thought of Leila going next door and saying, "Daddy had his face between Betty's legs," made him think twice. Ken momentarily removed his tongue and whispered, "Shhhh, the kids are sleeping."
He didn't have to, Betty already realized her error and was back at trying to swallow his whole cock. Ken felt her fanny squirming, trying to locate the missing tongue, begging to be re-entered. He grinned, realized just how lucky he was to have such a cooperative, willing nymphet right next door for the plucking whenever he wanted. His tongue lashed out to cover, then separate the dancing anus.
She now plastered her head deep to his crotch and felt the cock-head force past the bend of her throat. It was difficult to breathe, hard to keep from choking, she drew away almost instantly and paused before trying again. But Ken felt her eager drive, felt the squashing press of her inner throat and pushed his hips in the air.
Betty inhaled deeply and plunged down to please. The wet, slick cock mashed totally inside and stretched her neck. Ken twisted with pleasure and Betty twisted back with her whole mouth and throat. She worked at the cock like a robin does a worm, swallow as much as possible and twist the neck to work it further down.
Ken felt as if his cock was inside a squeezing, flesh-lined washing machine. Her youthful vitality gave her the strength and stamina to keep the cock in her for long periods at a time and soon he felt the joyful pleasure building deep down in his trembling guts.
"Yes… " he hissed. "That's it, that's exactly the way to do it!"
Betty had tasted jism for the first time when he made her suck the slime off his cock the other night. Ken knew it and made sure she got a good taste this time by pulling out of her throat when he felt it coming. He stopped when his glans was in the middle of her mouth being rubbed by the tickling, swirling tip of her tongue.
He also made sure she didn't back away in fright by placing a hand on the back of her head. When his first explosion of cream came it startled her, she did try to pull off. Ken pressed down and felt her mouth filling up with his payload of steaming jism.
He jerked into her with each gush, fucked into her young mouth with load after load of filling sperm. And Betty was afraid to let it leak out and stain the bed sheets, she held it there, confused, not knowing what to do. As Ken's cock drained and he slid from her lips she drew away quickly and held it all inside.
She tried to get off the bed and go for the bathroom where she could spit it out but Ken grabbed her arm. She stood before him in a state of absolute frenzy while he laughed. Then he drew her nimble body down to his, felt her breasts squash on his chest and laid a hand on her forehead in a gesture of tenderness.
"Swallow it," he calmly said.
She didn't move for a long time. Then as if she were the naughty daughter refusing to eat her vegetables and he was the stern, insistent daddy, she swallowed. Three enormous gulps took most of it away, she had to work with her tongue to push the rest down. But it was gone and Betty realized the taste in her mouth was pleasant, something to be proud of.