Going along with the promise he had made to himself, Bob called Betty and asked her out. He could tell she was thinking about that "ride" in his car the afternoon she had stopped over. She agreed to go to see a movie with him and Bob was hoping for the best.
When Bob picked her up in the evening he realized that he had forgotten just what a sharp chick she was. As she walked into the room where Bob was uncomfortably talking to her mother, he saw those nice tits bounce toward him. His mouth watered as he knew that he would at lout be welcome to massage those jugs. Bob hoped that his having gotten laid would somehow give him whatever it would take to make a girl do what he wanted. He felt different and it might show, and help.
It wasn't easy to think up things to say to the gorgeous chick when all he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck her. He was glad when they finally got to the theater and he could just sit back and watch the film and, of course, grab some lit. When the lights went down, Bob put his arm around Betty and felt her lean toward him; an encouraging movement.
They kissed a few times, but not enough to take their minds off the movie. Bob crept his fingers down her chest to the lovely bulges that held her blouse out so beautifully. He touched one globe lightly, then wrapped his hand more firmly around it. There was too much tit there to hold it all at one time, so Bob moved his hand around on the firm protuberance. He felt beneath the globe, where it joined her chest, then ran his fingers out to the tip where he played with her erect nipple with his fingertips.
Bob used all the tit-holding techniques he could think of. He handled it gently, then roughly; he squeezed it with his fingers, then with the palm of his hand he pushed the jellied globe against her chest. Putting his hand under the heavy tit he lifted it and felt its delicious weight.
Bob didn't want to make a scene in the theater so he didn't crawl all over Betty. There was only so much he could do while sitting back in his chair. He did put his free hand on her thigh though. He was hoping that she would do the same, and she finally did. Her hot hand made Bob's balls tingle with excitement even though her hand was a good eight inches from his crotch.
Bob kissed her again and the way she kissed him back gave him the courage to slide her hand nearer to his throbbing basket. She let him move her hand, but when her fingers felt the fully-packed crotch Bob felt some resistance in her arm. She relaxed though, and let her fingers rest on his cock.
Now as Bob caressed her tit, Betty made shy, exploratory movements with her fingers. She could feel the beating of Bob's heart in his imprisoned cock. The contour of the head could be felt clearly trough the denim of his jeans. Betty had seen a few cocks, but she had never handled one, soft or hard, and she was finding it very interesting, as well as exciting.
Betty's mother had always warned her not to let boys go too far, and she tried to follow her mother's advice. Even though her cunt had cried out for the prizes that the boys tried to bestow on her, she had always resisted. After almost every necking session, after denying her date her favors, she would go to bed and vigorously massage that little nut in the folds of her cunt.
As the boys Betty had turned down were jerking off, she was rubbing herself into a state of blind ecstasy. But something had happened since the last time she had seen Bob. Her father was a traveling man and he was away on a trip. Two nights before her present date she had come home to find a strange car in the driveway. It was very strange to find the house empty with her mother's, and the other car, in the drive, and all the lights on.
At first she felt worried, but then she heard muted voices coming from the upper floor. Betty went to the bottom of the stairs and listened. She heard her mother's voice and the voice of a man. They were talking softly and giggling. Betty went up the stairs to see who the visitor was. What she found surprised the pants off her. The voices were coming from the bedroom and she suddenly realized that she wasn't expected home that early.
Her casual and natural manner was changed into the behavior of a spy in her own house. She crept to her mother's door in the dark hallway and peeked in the room. There on the bed was her mother and a man she'd never seen before, and they were doing exactly what her mother warned her against. The man was lying on the far side of her mother's naked body. Just as her eyes focused on the scene the man lifted himself and moved between his mother's legs.
Betty saw for the first time the huge muscle of love that she had heard so much about. The man guided the thick rod toward her mother's flurry cunt and slid it in. Betty could guess how it felt to her mother by the way her body reacted. Her legs lifted and wrapped around the guy's hips. Her mother was obviously enjoying having her twat filled with that incredible hunk of stiff meat.
Betty continued watching as the man pumped his cock in and out of the willing pussy. She heard her mother begin to make those strange moaning sounds that Betty had always figured she had made in her sleep when she heard them through the dark house when her father was with her mother.
The two fuckers began writhing and clutching at each other. Betty did sonic writhing herself when she rubbed her love bud, but she never felt anything like her mother was feeling with that guy's cock ramming up her snatch. Betty watched the whole show. When it was over she crept back down the stairs and went out. She walked around for a while to give her mother a chance to get ready for her to come home at the expected time.
Thinking about what she'd seen was having a powerful effect on her body, however, and she knew she had to do something about it. She went back to her house and got into her mothers car. The other car was still there so she knew she had plenty of dine. She pulled her jeans and undies off, and touched the quivering lips of her cunt. Thinking about the scene she'd witnessed, she began to play with the interior of her soaking pussy.
With a picture of the strange man's hard prick in her mind, Betty sent two fingers up her drooling cuntal canal. She moved the fingers in and out in an imitation of the action she had seen. With both her hands busy on her pussy, she felt her body tremble like her mother's had. Her fingers weren't as long as the thing she had seen sticking out from that man's crotch, so she figured fucking was even better than the sensations she was causing in herself; and that was saying something.
With her fingertip on her cut and two fingers of the other hand shoved in her cunt, Betty had a great orgasm. The spasms left her in a beautiful state of dazed relaxation. Finally the sounds of the strange man driving away told her that she was free to go in the house. Her mother was still in bed and Betty went right to her own bed, where she repeated the cunt-sport.
The next day Betty found that she had a different idea of the way she should behave with boys. What was good for the goose was good for the gosling, she figured. When Bob called and asked her out she decided to take advantage of her new freedom. Too bad she couldn't have told Bob about her decision. They wouldn't have had to bother about the movie. But she was still too shy to tell him that she had a new policy and wanted to fuck him. She knew he would try anyhow, so she just had to be a little patient.
Now she had her hand on Bob's cock and she was getting more eager to feel that magnificent rod enter her starving twat. Bob was getting, bolder now and the sensations she was causing in his prick made him more aggressive. He was squeezing her tits with more passion, and the hand he had laid on her thigh had moved to the moist area of her crotch. He pressed the puffy mound. This was where Bob had gotten stopped the last time, when they were sitting in his car, Bob began to sweat with the fear that the same thing would happen again.
Although he was no longer a virgin, Bob didn't have any new ideas; All he could do was press and probe the pillow of denim-encased cunt and hope for the best. He felt the wonderful treasure, but couldn't feel the crack because of the seam that ran down the middle of the crotch of her jeans. Finally he got all his courage together and lifted his hand to her waist and grabbed for the button that held her pants closed.
When he felt her hand on his he figured the jig was up. The old feeling of disappointment was descending on him when he heard Betty whisper something to him.
"Let's go to my house," her breathy voice suggested.
Bob looked at her and saw a new expression on her face. It was a combination of eagerness and lust. He began to feel optimistic and very excited. They stood and started down the aisle, bumping into seats and each other When they were out of the theater they grabbed each other's hands and held them in a way that communicated their mutual hunger. Betty was looking deep into Bob's eyes, and if he interpreted the sign right, he was in for a treat.