Betsy and Henry had thoroughly figured out what to do about George. All they had to do was to wait for Sam and Marylou to come out of the bedroom so they could tell them their plan. Sam and Marylou had been in the bedroom for a half-hour already, though, and it seemed as if they'd never come out. Both Betsy and Henry were getting very impatient!
"Do you want to go and peek?" Henry asked, a gleam appearing in his eyes. "It's really a lot of fun to peek at someone." Then he looked quite embarrassed at having admitted liking to peek.
Betsy didn't seem in the least bit shocked by Henry's admission. "Yeah, peeking is a real trip," she agreed. "Did you ever peek at ladies undressing when you were a boy, Henry?"
"Oh, yes!" Henry replied, getting a little red in the face. "I used to peek at Miss Mortensen, the librarian. She lived just up the street from us and I used to climb her elm tree so I could peek in her window when she got ready for bed."
"Did you used to beat off watching her?" Betsy asked, feeling her pussy begin to twitch faintly. "I'll bet you did, didn't you, Henry?"
She reached over and patted Henry's stiffening cock.
"Look at that! You're getting all excited just remembering! Wouldn't you have just died if Miss Mortensen had seen you and asked you to come in?"
"Oh!" Henry exclaimed, the very thought of Miss Mortensen inviting him in made his cock jerk and harden still more. "I guess if she had, I probably would have been scared to death!" Henry admitted, grinning at Betsy. "I wish it had happened, though. I'd like to know what I would have done. I sure wish I could go back twenty years and do it all over!"
Betsy sat thoughtful for a moment. The she laughed and clapped her hands together. "Why not?" she questioned. "We can do it! We'll just pretend! If we both really get into it, it might be a kinky way to pass the time till Sam and Marylou get through. Besides, it might even turn us on. Are you game, Henry?"
"You mean just pretend that I'm a boy of fourteen again?" Henry asked.
Betsy nodded.
"Well, it can't do any harm," Henry replied, "and who knows, it might be fun."
"All right," Betsy started off. "You pretend that you're up in the tree, peeking at me. I'm Miss Mortensen. I've just gotten ready for bed and I've got a really thin nightgown on. Ready?"
"Why, Henry Wilson!" Betsy sputtered, pretending to be the fabled Miss Mortensen. "I see you in that tree peeking at me! Come in here this instant and apologize to me!"
"But… Miss Mortensen. I w-was only… climbing the tree! I w-wasn't peeking at you honest, I wasn't," Henry stuttered, acting as if he were fourteen years old again. "I… I… I won't do it again, honest!"
Henry knew that there was no use in arguing. He approached Betsy, who was sitting on the couch in her housecoat. "I'm sorry, Miss Mortensen," he said quickly and turned to go. "I've got to get home now. My mother's expecting me!"
"Henry Wilson, you stay right here!" Betsy said angrily. "I want to know just why you were staring at me! Now tell me!"
Henry gulped in surprise. He really felt like a fourteen-year-old boy caught in the act of peeking at the town librarian! He looked at Betsy furtively. She stood in front of him and Henry could see her firm titties swelling beneath the transparent dressing gown she wore. He had never seen anything like this before!
Henry swallowed again nervously. What could he say? He couldn't really tell Miss Mortensen why he had been peeking at her! He couldn't tell her about how his young dick got hard just watching her and how he jerked off outside her window! He just didn't know what to say!
"I… I… I don't know, Miss Mortensen," Henry finally said in desperation. He knew Miss Mortensen would be mad at him for not telling, but he figured tat she would be even madder if she knew why he stared at her every evening.
Betsy walked seductively past Henry to shut the door behind him. "Now we're alone, Henry," she said in a sexy voice. Betsy was playing her part to the hilt. She wanted to really excite Henry and get him to believe his fantasy.
"Now you don't have to be afraid that someone will see you here with me," she continued in a very seductive tone of voice. "I want you to be honest with me and tell me why you've been peeking at me every night."
Henry swallowed with difficulty. He blushed a bright beet-red. "I… I… I don't know, Miss Mortensen," he stammered again miserably.
"Then perhaps you can tell me why you're staring at my ass now," Betsy calmly asked, in a perfectly normal tone of voice.
What could poor Henry say? He just swallowed again and turned a little redder in the face.
"Do you like my ass?" Betsy asked calmly, turning around quickly and catching Henry by surprise. She was getting a little more daring now, but she knew she couldn't be too bold. She didn't want to scare Henry back to the present!
"Do I what?" Henry asked in a choked voice, not daring to meet her eyes. He blushed uncontrollably.
"I said, do you like my ass?" Betsy repeated clearly. "I notice that you've been looking at it for quite a few minutes now. What do you find so interesting, Henry?"
"Oh… I'm sorry, Miss Mortensen…" Henry stammered, completely flustered. "It's just that… I've never seen anyone wear such a… I… your dress is so…" He stopped, looking like he was ready to burst into tears at any moment.
"Don't be silly, dear boy," Betsy replied. "Of course you're not sorry! You meant to look, now didn't you? We don't have to play silly little babyish games, do we, Henry? I know that you wanted to look at my ass, and I don't mind a bit! Come now dear. Admit it! You wanted to look at my ass, didn't you?"
"I… I… I… Of course I did, Miss Mortensen… I mean you're so beautiful! I've never seen anyone look so beautiful! Your dress… It's so… so… so…" Henry trailed off, unable to find the right word.
"Seductive?" Betsy suggested. "You mean my gown is seductive, Henry? Sexy? Is that what you mean, dear?"
"Uh… Uh… YES!" Henry replied, not sure what he should say. No matter how he answered Miss Mortensen's questions, he had the feeling that he was getting himself deeper and deeper in trouble.
"You sound like you're not really sure, dear," Betsy replied. "Don't you like my sexy gown?"
"Uh… yes… of course I do…" Henry said in a weak voice.
Miss Mortensen was making him very flustered and he hoped that she wouldn't notice the hard, aching bulge in the front of his pants. Every time he looked at her lush body his prick grew a little more, until now it was almost bursting out of his pants.
Betsy smiled. She licked her lips sexily. "I'm gad you like my ass, Henry. My goodness! You can't even see it very well through this gown I'm wearing. Wouldn't you rather see it better, dear?"
"Uh… uh… uh… yeah! I mean, sure!"
Henry replied, not knowing exactly what Miss Mortensen had in mind but wanting to agree with everything she said.
Betsy turned around and lifted her gown slowly, exposing more and more of her shapely legs until the gown came right to the crack of her beautiful, shimmering ass-cheeks.
"Do you want to see the rest, Henry?" she asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him.
"Yes!" Henry gasped in a strangled voice. "Oh, God!"
Henry almost came in his pants as Betsy revealed the full globes of her quivering ass-cheeks for his inspection.
"Oh, God! God!" Henry moaned, putting his hands over his eyes and peeking through his fingers at her beautiful ass-cheeks.
"Do you like tern?" Betsy asked, playing her part perfectly.
"Oh, yes!" Henry answered loudly. "I can't believe it! I just can't believe it!"
"Oh, it's really happening all right," Betsy replied. "Everything is very real. Here… touch my ass-cheeks and you can tell that it's not a dream!"
"Touch you?" Henry gasped, not sure he had heard correctly. "You mean, me touch you?"
"Yes," Betsy replied. "I mean reach out and touch my ass-cheeks. I want you to feel my ass, Henry. You should be thrilled. After all, it's not every boy that gets a chance to feel his librarian's ass-cheeks! Come on now, dear. Quickly, before I change my mind and offer this opportunity to another boy a little older!"
Betsy was so excited by this strange game she and Henry were playing that she almost quit pretending to be Miss Mortensen and grabbed Henry right then and there! Her pussy tingled and throbbed between her legs. She could feel the sticky cunt-cream start to flow, filling her pussy and dripping down her legs. She was HOT!
Then she looked at Henry. Henry had almost changed in appearance! His face looked twenty years younger and he had an innocent expression that Betsy had never seen before. Henry really believed that he was a young teenage boy again, being seduced by the town librarian!
Betsy could hardly wait for Henry to actually touch her. She could sense his muscles tensing, preparing for the reach to touch her ass-cheeks. She longed to feel his quivering, uncertain hands on her.
Henry stood there, scared to death. He couldn't believe that Miss Mortensen actually wanted him to touch her ass! He swallowed hard and tried to control the aching and pounding in his hard prick.
"Me… are you sure?" he stammered almost inaudibly, blushing deeply and not daring to look Miss Mortensen in the eye.
"Yes!" Betsy replied. "Of course I'm sure, dear. Feel my ass, dear. You'll love it. Don't be nervous. Just reach out and feel my smooth, silky ass, Henry. Hurry! Hurry! If you wait too long, I might change my mind!" Then she moved backward, right up against Henry's hand.
"Ooooooh!" Henry groaned as he felt her ass-cheeks right up against his shaking hand. He rubbed the smooth flesh tentatively, lightly running his fingers over her silky globes. "Oooooh! Your ass is so smooth, Miss Mortensen!" he gasped, unable to bide his pleasure.
"Do you like my ass this way, dear?" Betsy asked. Her voice was low and husky, full of hot lust.
"Oh, God, yes!" Henry replied, both hands moving over the silken halves of her beautiful, quivering ass.
"Run your hands up and down my legs, too," Betsy suggested. "They feel good, too, dear."
Betsy could hardly stand still. Her legs were trembling with excitement. This was just like actually seducing a young boy. She felt like she was living one of her fantasies! Henry's touch was so childish, so tentative. Betsy loved his shyness and nervousness. She could hardly wait for him to actually fuck her!
Henry grunted in enjoyment. His cock was growing so hard that he didn't know what to do! He dropped to his knees to try to hide the large bulge in his trousers. He wondered if she would be mad if she saw the bulge in his pants. Would she chase him out of her house and tell his mother that he had been hiding in the tree, watching her? He didn't know. He knelt on the floor, hoping that his raging cock would grow soft again, even though he was still playing with Miss Mortensen's exciting ass.
"Go right in between my ass-cheeks, dear," Betsy instructed. "That's right, darling! Push your fingers right in there. Do you feel how warm and soft it is in there, dear? Can you feel my pussy yet? Move your fingers down farther, dear. That's right. Yes! Now you've got it! Right through there, dear! Ohhhhh! That's right! Just a little farther now. There! Now if you go just a little farther, you can feel the soft skin on my pussy. You want to do that, don't you, darling? Don't you want to feel my hot pussy?"
"Jesus Christ! Feel your pussy? God! You don't mean it, Miss Mortensen! You wouldn't really let me feel you pussy, would you?" Henry gasped.
He felt as if someone had hit him in the stomach with a hard ball. He could hardly talk he was so excited just thinking about touching Miss Mortensen's pussy. And the sexy way she was talking! He just didn't know what to make of that! It was almost like she was giving him the come-on, but she certainly couldn't be doing that. Could she?
Henry felt his fingers touch the soft, silky skin of Miss Mortensen's moist pussy and his fingers stroked gently. He just couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him! He was actually touching the outside of Miss Mortensen's cunt! God!
Betsy felt wonderful. She was getting so excited that it was hard to maintain her calm. She wanted Henry to sink his beautiful, hard cock right in her burning snatch, but she had to stay cool and play her role. She knew that it would be that much better if she would act exactly like Miss Mortensen. Betsy felt like she was going crazy. She began to move her hips just a bit. His touch was so tantalizing. She had to have more. She had to entice him into her pussy! She had to inflame him with the blaze of lust that enveloped her own lush body!
"Go ahead, dear," she cajoled. "You can touch it inside, too. I want to show you what a hot cunt feels like. Touch a little harder, dear. That's right! Oooooh! Do it, dear! Do it!"
Betsy squeezed her legs together and trapped Henry's hand between her thighs. Henry trembled from head to toe. He was actually touching Miss Mortensen's pussy! And it sounded as if she liked it! Henry had always thought that girls let boys touch their pussies because the boys wanted to. It had never occurred to him that the girls might actually invite such caresses.
"Ooooh! That feels so good, dear!" Betsy sighed, squeezing Henry's hand even harder between her silky, long legs.
"My pussy is getting all hot and steamy! Can you feel it, dear? Does it feel good to you?"
Henry was at a loss for words. He simply didn't know what to say. He gulped and stammered, "yes… it feels good!"
Henry was beside himself. When he had first touched Miss Mortensen's hot, moist pussy, he had jerked his hand back like he had touched a bed of hot coals. Now he plunged his hand forward eagerly, petting and touching the hot, slick surface of her burning cunt. He wanted to tell her how much he liked it but couldn't. All he could do was to make meaningless grunting sounds. He whimpered in exasperation. His balls felt like they would burst! His rock-hard cock ached and throbbed in delicious agony!
"You must like my pussy, Henry," Betsy said boldly. "I can hear you panting and groaning. Would you like to look at it up close?"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry sputtered, barely able to control himself at the thought of actually being able to see Miss Mortensen's pussy up close.
Betsy saw that Henry was whimpering with delight. She smiled with a lusty twinkle in her eyes. Then she unzipped her dressing gown and shook it off her shoulders, letting it fall in a satiny pool on the rug.
Henry raised his eyes slowly to her titties. He gasped in shock. He had never seen such beautiful titties, not even in pictures! Her boobs were like two mounds of creamy ice cream, perfectly formed and peaked with stiff little brown marbles which winked and nodded at him.
"Ooooooh." Henry moaned, unable to think of anything to say to tell her how beautiful she was. "Do you like my titties?" Betsy asked, holding them up with her hands and running her fingers lightly over the perky brown nipples. "I know you liked my pussy, but you haven't said anything about my titties yet. Do you think they're pretty, dear?"
Henry looked up from his kneeling position. "Oh, yes, Miss Mortensen!" he gasped out. "They're beautiful!"
Betsy smiled down at Henry. This was working even better than she had imagined. She was completely in control. Henry would do whatever she wanted, without the slightest hesitation.
"Why don't you come a little closer, dear," she invited softly. "Don't be afraid, dear. I know just what you're feeling, right now. I felt the same way the first time I saw a man's cock. It's kind of scary, isn't it, Henry? Scary and exciting at the same time! Now, don't worry, dear. There's nothing to be afraid of. You won't do anything wrong. Just come a little closer and look at my nice, hot pussy. Come here, Henry. That's right. Just a little closer, dear, darling boy."
Betsy wanted to throw herself in Henry's arms and shout for him to fuck her, but she knew she had to play out this strange and exciting game to the very end. Henry moved forward slightly and Betsy smiled warmly in encouragement.
"Just a little closer, darling," she murmured. Her slick cunt was creaming hotly in response to his forward movement.
Betsy reached down and spread the wet, pink lips of her moist pussy. She framed her silky beaver with the fingers of both hands, smiling all the while.
"Come on, dear," she whispered eagerly.
"Touch me right here, lover. I want you to. Touch me, dear boy!"
Henry reached forward eagerly, and touched the silky inside of Betsy's hot, forbidden pussy. He shivered uncontrollably and felt a warm flush of desire originate in his balls and spread upward to the very tip of his throbbing and pulsing cock.
"Oooooh! So warm!" he gasped as his fingers made contact with her hot pussy-flesh.
Betsy covered his trembling fingers with hers and pressed his hand flat against her throbbing cunt. "Do you feel how hot my pussy is, darling Henry?" she asked softly. "It's all hot and wet for you, lover! I'll bet that you never thought you could make my pussy all hot and wet, did you, Henry?"
Henry stopped trying to speak. It was no use. He was too horny to even talk! All he could think about was Miss Mortensen's hot, moist pussy and his hot, raging cock.
"But you're just barely touching me, dear!" Betsy said, frowning slightly. "It must be hard for you to see in that position. I know what I'll do for you, you dear boy," she continued in a low, lusty voice. "I'll just sit clown here on the couch and you can really see my hot, pink pussy! Would you like that, Henry?"
Henry could no longer speak. All he could manage was a slight nod and a panting gasp as Betsy sat down on the couch and spread her hot pussy open, just for him!
"There!" Betsy breathed softly. "Isn't that much nicer, dear? Why don't you touch it? Go ahead, darling. Sink your fingers right in my hot, creaming pussy. Do it!"
Betsy reached out and grabbed Henry's arm, pulling him forward. He fell forward slightly and lost his balance, toppling forward against her nude body.
"Oooooh!" he groaned as his face pressed right up against her smooth thighs. "Oooooh! Miss Mortensen! We shouldn't! Oooooh!"
Betsy felt Henry's mouth press up against her inner thighs and she thought she would go crazy with lust. Her pussy was creaming and throbbing wildly. She felt the stirrings of orgasm deep in her slick pussy, and she fought the urge to press his mouth right down in her burning snatch. She began to moan and writhe as she forced herself to regain her calm. She mustn't blow it now. She had to carry on the game. This was the most exciting fantasy she had ever played!
Betsy ran her fingers through Henry's hair, moaning softly despite her efforts to stop. She pushed him gently, slowly, closer and closer to her creaming pussy. She could feel his hot, panting breath against her smooth thighs and his face felt incredibly hot against her skin. Finally she had him in the right position. He was very still against her hot, pulsing cunt, not moving a muscle, waiting for her instructions. She could guess the wild, sexy thoughts that must be racing through his mind when he felt her silky beaver rubbing right up against his cheeks. She knew he must be almost out of his head with desire! She sat quietly for a moment, feeling his ragged breath on her pussy, letting him imagine all sorts of sexy and forbidden delights. Then she pushed his face away gently.
"See, dear?" she said softly, her voice quivering in spite of her effort to control herself. "A pussy is fun to look at, isn't it? Most girls your age won't let boys look at their pussies, but I want you to, dear! Just look all you want, Henry. This is your chance to see a woman's hot pussy up close! It's pretty, isn't it, dear? And see how hot it makes me to know you're looking at it? See all the creamy pussy-juice soaking my hot cunt? You're making me hot, Henry. Very hot! See how my pussy-juice flows, Henry? You're making my pussy wet, darling!"
Henry could only gulp in fascination and excitement. He couldn't stop staring at the beautiful wet, pink pussy spread out right before his virgin eyes! He began to pant in agony as he stared openly at her pink, slick cunt. He wanted to reach out and part her hot, wet pussy-lips but he was frozen in place, staring.
Then Betsy did something that almost made him come right there in his jeans! She reached down and parted her crimson cunt-lips, exposing her hot, slick pussy completely!
"Oh, God!" Henry gulped as he saw her wet, slick inner pussy and the hard, throbbing knob of her love button above the pulsing pink channel.
He couldn't believe what Miss Mortensen was doing! She really seemed to enjoy having him stare at her open pushy! His rock-hard prick gave a jerk of excitement and Henry gasped in agony. He was almost coming! Miss Mortensen was making him so hot he could scarcely control himself! All the sexy stories about fucking he had ever read couldn't equal what was happening to him right now!
Henry gasped again as Betsy's fingers grasped her little shiny clit and rolled it between her fingers. She pinched her love button with obvious lust and sighed passionately. Henry gulped and stared, wanting to do something, but not sure what was expected of him. He groaned again as his balls throbbed and ached in the tight confines of his pants.
"Ohh!" Betsy sighed. "Look, Henry! See how my little, horny clitty loves to be touched? It's poking right up, waiting for me to play with it. See how it throbs when I touch it? You don't know how good that feels. There's only one thing that would feel better right now! Would you help me feel good, Henry? Would you give me a real thrill if I showed you how?"
"Uh… uh… sure! Sure I would, Miss Mortensen!" Henry gasped. "Anything! I'll do anything you want!"
"I'd love it if you'd pinch my little clitty, Henry," Betsy said, looking directly at the flustered boy in front of her. "Do you think you could do just what I'm doing? It's so good, Henry! See how wet my pussy is getting when I play with my clitty? It would get even hotter and wetter if you'd do it! Touch me, darling! Touch me right there!"
Betsy squealed when she felt Henry reach out and touch her hot little clitty with trembling fingers. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out before she came!
"Yes!" she urged. "That feels so wonderful, darling! Touch my little clit, dear. A little harder now! Roll it around in your fingers just the way I showed you! You want to make Miss Mortensen feel good, don't you, dear? Make me hot, darling! Make me wild! Feel it for me, darling boy! Ooooooh! That's wonderful! You touch me so good! Oooooh!"
Henry did exactly what she said, pinching her little hard love button just the way she told him. His touch was firmer now. He was learning fast. Miss Mortensen was teaching him just the way she liked it. She sounded like he did when he played with himself. He knew she was having a good time! His hand was dripping with her creamy pussy-juice. She was so wet he was sure that she would soak the couch, but she didn't seem to care. All she cared about was his fingers on her throbbing and pulsing cunt!
Then, suddenly, Betsy pushed his hand away. "Will you do something else for me, darling?" she asked in a breathless voice. "Will you do something that will make me feel even better? Would you like to do that, darling? Would you like to hear me squeal and cry with pleasure?"
Henry nodded. "YES!" he cried, caught up in her excitement. "Anything you want, Miss Mortensen! I want to make you feel wonderful! Anything!"
"I want you to taste my hot pussy, Henry!" Betsy whispered hoarsely. "Would you do that for me? Would you lick and suck my hot pussy?"
"Lick it? You mean really?" Henry replied, shocked by her words. He had read stories about licking girls' pussies but he had never even come close to the real thing. "Oh, yes!" he shouted. "Can I? Can I really lick it, Miss Mortensen?"
"Oh, yes, Henry!" Betsy replied, panting with emotion. "You really can! Just lick and suck it all over, darling. Here! Here's my wet, hot pussy for you to lick! Come on, Henry! Put your long tongue in my twat! Here!" She held her steaming pussy open and pulled his face towards her snatch.
"Do it, darling! Lick my cunt!"
Betsy went wild as she felt Henry's hot face touch her open pussy. She pressed his face down until it was nestled right up against her creamy, musky cunt. She forced his face right down in her gaping cunt and gasped as she felt him rub his nose against her jerking clitty.
Henry went wild as she pressed his face down. He buried his nose in Miss Mortensen's incredibly hot twat and smelled the heady, wild musky scent of her burning pussy. He almost creamed his pants as he thought of what she was letting him do! There he was, innocent Henry Wilson, kneeling right in front of Miss Mortensen's hot pussy, pressing his face against her hot, wet flesh! He had never, in his wildest dreams, imagined such a thing could ever happen to him!
"Do it, darling!" Betsy squealed. "Lick my pussy! Hurry! Make me feel good, darling! Suck me! Eat me! Hurry!"
Henry went wild! He did what he was told and then some! He flicked out his long tongue and ran it up and down the length of her burning, wet gash. The taste of her musky sweetness drove him even wilder and he began lapping and sucking with a frenzy. Her hot pussy tasted sweeter and sweeter by the moment! He sucked greedily, trying to drink up every bit of her pussy-cream. He just couldn't get enough!
"Oooooh!" Betsy squealed. "Lick my clitty, too, darling! Taste my hot, little clit!"
Henry moved quickly to her hard throbbing love button and touched it with the tip of his hot, thrusting tongue. Betsy almost fell off the couch with the electric shock his hot tongue gave her! Thrills raced through her quivering body and she shook uncontrollably. She felt tongues of flame rushing around and around inside her body, building and building in a crescendo of passion. Her whole body felt like it would be consumed with the fires of her lust!
"Yesssss! Oh, yesss!" she shouted. "Suck it! Suck it hard, darling! Suck my little love bud! Bite it a little, dear! Nibble my hard, hot clitty! Oh, God! You're so good! You do that just right! You're the best pussy-eater I've ever had! Oh, Henry! Keep licking! Don't stop! Lick and nibble! Lick and suck! Oooooh! That's right, darling! You're doing it just right! More! Do it more, darling! Suck it harder! Oooooh! You're driving me crazy, dear! Crazy!"
Henry couldn't believe that he was making her so horny. Her squeals and screams of passion made him lick and suck even harder and faster. He was going to suck her so good that she would never need anyone else! He was going to be her prize number-one cunt-licker!
He pressed his lips against her hot pussy and moved his face back and forth, hearing her squeals of passion. He sucked and tugged at her hot, little clit, feeling her jerk and writhe beneath his lips and face. He sucked in sharply, sucking her hard, throbbing clitty right into his mouth and then released it with a sudden snap. He felt her hands tug wildly at his hair as she jerked uncontrollably, lust consuming her whole body. He scraped his teeth against her little button, hearing her screams and sighs. He knew he was pleasing her!
"Oooooh! Stick your tongue all the way up my hot pussy-hole!" Betsy screamed, no longer able to control herself. "Fuck me with your tongue! Use your tongue like a stiff little cock and fuck me with it! Fuck me with your hot tongue! Yessss! Stick it right up there! Oooooh! That's right, darling! That's right! Wonderful! Ooooooh!"
Betsy threw her legs up around Henry's shoulders, holding him desperately in place. She wanted to keep his hard, horny tongue in ha hot cunt forever!
Henry struggled a bit against her hot, quaking pussy. She was holding him so tightly, he felt like he was drowning in her flooding cunt. It was getting harder and harder to catch his breath, her legs were wrapped so tightly around him. Then, abruptly, she let him go.
"Oooooh!" she cooed. "Oh, darling, I didn't realize! You must be all out of breath. It was just so marvelous I didn't ever want you to stop. But I should let you catch your breath, shouldn't I? You poor darling! You've been licking and sucking for all you're worth on my hot pussy and I haven't given you any thrills yet, have I? You poor dear! I think it should be your turn, don't you?"
"Well… I don't know, Miss Mortensen," Henry replied, trying to catch his breath, not really sure what she was talking about. "My turn?" he asked, in a puzzled tone of voice.
"Why certainly, dear!" Betsy replied. "After all, I've been having all the fun, haven't I? I'll bet your poor cock is just bursting out of your jeans, isn't it?"
Henry blushed and dropped his eyes. He didn't know what to say. She was right. His cock was practically breaking out of his pants with lust.
"I… I… I don't know what you mean, Miss Mortensen," he answered, blushing as all sorts of exciting possibilities leaped to mind.
"Well, darling," Betsy continued, her voice becoming calm again. "I think I should do something nice for that hard cock of yours now. You made my hot pussy feel so good. I'd like to make your hard cock feel just that good! Can you guess how I'd like to do that, dear? Can you guess what I'm going to do?"
Betsy reached down and stroked his thigh feeling the bulge of his cock jerk upward towards her stroking fingers. "You've made me feel so very wonderful, Henry. The least I can do in to return the favor. Don't you think that would be fair, darling? Wouldn't you like to have Miss Mortensen work on your hard cock the seine way you worked on my hot pussy?"
Henry gulped, his face turning bright red. "Oh, yes!" he breathed. "But… but… you don't have to, you know! I mean… you can't want to!" He struggled for words, failing miserably. He was almost in tears, trying to assure her that anything she wanted was fine with him. He couldn't imagine any female actually wanting to suck his cock!
"I'm not just doing it because of you, darling," Betsy replied boldly. "Women like to suck cocks, Henry! Didn't you know that? I'd love to suck your hard cock for you, dear. Wouldn't you like me to, dear? Especially if you knew that I really wanted to?"
"Uh… yes! I sure would! Yeah! Of course I'd like it, Miss Mortensen! Nobody ever… I mean I never thought that… Oh, shit, Miss Mortensen! Pd love it!" Henry finally managed to blurt out. He dropped his eyes quickly to the floor and tilted uncomfortably, not daring to meet her eyes.
Betsy sank to her knees in front of Henry, keeping her arms tightly around his body. "Now just stand there like a good boy," she said, "and let me take care of you, Henry!"
Betsy could see Henry starting to calm down. He drew a deep shuddering breath and pressed his hips tightly against her. His big, hard cock pressed right up against her face and he groaned as he realized that his throbbing, rigid dick was only a thin thickness of cloth away from her hot lips and luscious mouth.
Betsy could scarcely control herself. She wanted Henry's hard cock in her mouth right now! She wanted to tear his clothes off and stuff his big, swelling cock all the way down her hot, sucking throat.
"Oh! Your cock is so hard, Henry!" she gasped in delight. "I can feel how big you are right through your pants. You've really got a big one, dear! Just look at how hard it is!"
She saw that Henry's eyes were closed tightly and his face wore an expression of absolute agony.
"Here, darling," Betsy said, reaching for his zipper. "Just relax now, and let me take care of everything."
Her hands were at the top of his zipper and she lingered there for a moment, letting his excitement build even higher.
Poor Henry was beside himself with lust! He could feel her fingers at the top of his zipper and he could scarcely wait until she pulled it down, freeing his hard, pulsing cock. His balls churned and stretched between his legs, driving him wild with passion. He was afraid that he would shoot off any second, just thinking about her hands at the top of his zipper. He certainly didn't want to cream in his jeans! Miss Mortensen would think he was terribly childish if he did that!
"Oooooh!" Henry moaned and then opened his eyes wide to stare at Miss Mortensen's beautiful face. "Ooooh, God!" he cried out, barely managing to get control over his pulsing shaft. "Oh, please don't touch me like that, Miss Mortensen! I'm just about ready to shoot off! Oh, please! Don't!"
"Oh, my!" Betsy exclaimed, dropping her hands down. "Well, don't worry about it. If you come now, I'll just get you hard again and you can come again later!"
Betsy laughed softly and tightened her arms around his legs.
"My goodness, darling, is that all you've been worried about? Why, I'd consider it a real compliment if you shot off before I even touched you. That would mean that I'd made you very horny, wouldn't it?"
"Oh, yes!" Henry answered, relaxing. "I almost shot off a couple of times before when I was licking… your pussy!" He finally managed to say the forbidden word and a pleased expression crossed his handsome face.
Betsy laughed. "You can say all the naughty words you want to, dear," she told him. "Naughty words make me horny! Don't they make you horny, darling?"
"Oh, yes!" Henry answered, glad that he had said something to please her. A smile flashed across his face. "You mean you're not mad at me, Miss Mortensen? It doesn't make you mad that I peeked at you and I almost shot off in my pants and I said a nasty word?"
"My goodness, no!" Betsy replied. "The only effect those things had was to make me horny!" She smiled at him widely. "Now unbuckle your belt, dear, and I'll unzip your pants. Let's see that beautiful cock of yours. I can tell that it's a beauty!"
Henry managed to undo his belt buckle and he stood proudly, waiting for her to unzip his pants. He wasn't as nervous now. It seemed that Miss Mortensen understood his fears perfectly. He watched her hands fumble at the top of his zipper, starting to slide it slowly down.
"Oh, Henry!" she cried. "I can hardly wait! I can tell that nice cock of yours is huge!"
She tugged his zipper all the way down and gazed in fascination at the curly, black nest of his cock hair. She pressed her face right up to his crotch and sniffed the heady male scent of his arousal. Then she licked lightly at his wiry hair, teasing his nest with her pretty, pink tongue.
"Oooooh! You've got a nice batch of cock hair, darling!" she exclaimed, running her fingers through the wiry black hair. "Will you let me take out your beautiful cock now, dear? Will you let me lick and suck it the way I want to? The way that you licked and sucked my pussy? Will you, Henry darling?"
Henry groaned in delight. "Yes!" he shouted, barely able to control his voice. He just couldn't believe that she was begging to suck his cock! He felt his hard shaft throb and jerk in his pants, demanding to be released. He could hardly wait!
Betsy reached out and grabbed his cock, pulling it swiftly from his pants. She heard his groan of delight as his hard, jutting cock burst free from its confinement.
Betsy stared at his cock like a drowning man stares at a lifeboat. There was complete rapture on her face. She stared at his jerking shaft for a long moment and then touched him gently with her fingers. She traced up the length of his huge dick and softly rubbed the huge, swelling head. She slipped her finger up to his piss-hole and swept up the drop of pearly juice that dripped from the end of his jerking prick. She held her finger up to her mouth and slowly opened her pink lips.
"Oooooh! I've got to taste you!" she exclaimed and stuck her whole finger in her hot mouth, sucking noisily. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. "Ummmmmmm!" she moaned. "You taste so good, darling! Can I have more, darling? Can I suck your cock now?"
Henry shuddered violently. She liked it! She liked the taste of his juice? He gasped out a tortured answer, hardly able to speak, he was so delighted!
"Now, hold on, darling," Betsy said soothingly. "I know it's going to be terribly exciting when I stick your nice, hard cock in my mouth. I don't want you to come, though. I want to suck and lick your prick for a long time before you come. Will you promise to stop me if you feel like you have to come? Will you promise me that, darling? Do you think you could do that for horny Miss Mortensen, darling?"
"Yes!" Henry gasped, not knowing how long he could stand to hear her sexy talk before he came right there in front of her face. "Yes, I promise, Miss Mortensen!"
Betsy opened her mouth wide and plunged it down over the head of his hot, pulsing cock. She pushed her head down until his soft throbbing cock-head touched the back of her throat. His cock tasted salty and the few drops of pre-cum that oozed from his tortured knob made her hot throat slippery and slick. She heard his low scream of delight as she started to suck and swallow, moving her mouth up and down on his jerking shaft.
"Aaaagh!" Henry groaned, doing his best to think about something else besides the delicious sensations her sucking mouth and nipping lips were creating in his near-bursting cock. He had never felt anything like it. Then, suddenly he just couldn't stand it any longer. He had to come! He had to! He just couldn't take one second more of the sexy, delicious agony.
"Oh! Stop!" he screamed as he felt his balls throb in agony. "Stop, miss Mortensen! If you don't stop, I'll come in your mouth!"
Betsy pulled her mouth away from his cock with a sudden smacking sound.
"Oh, poor darling!" she exclaimed, seeing the tortured expression on his face. "That must have been terribly uncomfortable for you, but you were a good boy to tell me to stop. Now we're going to do something that's even more fun. We're going to fuck, Henry! Would you like to fuck me, dear?"
"Oh, God! Yessss!" Henry shouted, almost shooting off at the very thought of burying his hard prick in her hot pussy. He had liked licking pussy and having his cock sucked so well, he knew that he was going to love fucking!
Betsy was wild with lust. She had loved sucking Henry's cock! It had been just like she had hoped. Henry was as turned on as a young boy, and now she was going to get his cherry! Of course she knew that this was all a fantasy, but while it was happening, it was very real to her, and it turned her on wildly.
"Quickly, dear! Quickly! Come and fuck me! I want your big, hard prick in my pussy. Dive it to me, dear! Don't be afraid! You'll love it! I'll help you! Hurry, darling! Hurry! Fuck me! I need your big cock right now!"
Betsy's eyes were blazing with lust. Her cunt was blazing, too. She was trembling and shaking with the excitement her little game had given her. Now it was time! Henry was going to fill her hot pussy with his huge, virgin cock!
Henry threw himself on top of her lush body, not really knowing what to do. He rooted and grabbed but he wasn't exactly sure how to go about this whole thing. His hard cock jerked and throbbed wildly and he tried to guide it into her pussy but he was just too excited to aim it properly. He felt his cock jerking up against his belly, oozing juice, and his balls were almost bursting with passion.
"That's right," Betsy hissed eagerly. "Yes! Just lie here and I'll help you!"
She wrapped her arms around his shaking body, holding him close. Then he reached down between Henry's legs and grabbed his jerking hard cock. It was pounding against her pussy-mound, trying in vain to enter her hot cunt-hole.
"I'm going to put your hard cock in my hot pussy now, darling," she said, her voice trembling. "When I tell you, I want you to start pushing it inside me. Do you understand, darling? It'll feel just like jacking off, only better! Can you do that, darling? Can you fuck me, Henry?"
"Yes!" Henry gasped, ready for anything she asked of him. He would try anything she wanted!
Betsy grabbed tightly onto Henry's jerking cock and guided it right to the entrance to her tight pussy-hole. She felt her cunt-lips shivering as his huge cock-head pressed against them. She felt the burning heat of his hard cock spreading over the trembling surface of her horny pussy. She could hardly wait to give him his first taste of fucking.
"Now, darling! Push it inside my pussy now! Shove it hard! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me hard!"
Henry lunged forward again and again. Miss Mortensen's pussy felt so good, he could hardly believe it! It was so hot and so juicy! His cock felt ready to explode. His mind was reeling. He felt his hard cock being sucked right down to the very bottom of Miss Mortensen's burning pussy. It felt like she was squeezing the cum right out of his balls! He could feel the heat build in his balls and he knew that he was about to come! He fucked faster and faster, grinding his hard prick into her slick, hot cunt with a violence he had never felt before! It was wonderful!
"Oh, God, Henry! Your cock is getting bigger right inside of me!" Betsy squealed. "I can feel your cock growing bigger and bigger! It's filling me up, darling! It's choking my pussy! Drown me with your cum, darling! Flood my pussy with your hot cock-juice! Come hard, darling! Hard! Yes! Oh, yessss! Do it to me! Shoot me full!" Betsy screeched, digging her fingernails into Henry's back in ecstasy as she felt the thrills run through her body.
"Oh… I'm going to come! I'm almost ready! Oh!" Henry cried, feeling the cum build up to the bursting point in his long, hard shaft.
"Yes!" Betsy screamed. "I'm coming, too! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Come, Henry! Come hard!"
Henry plunged his cock into her hot pussy again and again, harder and harder, growing wilder and wilder with his every lunge. The sensations of tight cunt gave him were incredible! Her pussy worked against the shaft of his hard cock, sucking and gripping it ecstatically. His balls slammed up against her creamy ass-cheeks with every lunge and he felt the cum boil up in his hard cock. He felt her sharp fingernails scraping the skin of his back and suddenly all the sensations were just too delicious to take any more. He had to come! It was just too good to be true! He felt himself start to explode inside her hot, sucking pussy. His balls blasted between his legs and he felt suddenly weak. Then his cock jerked and shot like a burst of firecrackers. His hot, shooting cum blasted and blasted out of his dick, thrilling him beyond belief! He thought he would never stop coming. He had never come so hard or so long!
Betsy screamed as she felt his cock explode into her hungry cunt. Orgasm tore through her body like a tornado, swirling her around and around in ecstasy. She seemed to come millions of times at once, her pussy muscles squeezing and contracting around Henry's blasting cock. She could feel his hot cum jet into her, filling her aching pussy with hot fuck-juice. She heard herself crying and moaning but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. She wanted to come and come, forever and forever. Then she felt her body relax and a warm, satisfied glow spread over her hot, still-twitching pussy.
She heard Henry panting softly on tap of her and she knew that it had been just as good for him as it had been for her. She reached up and stroked his hair gently.
"How about that," she muttered softly. "Tell me that wasn't the best fuck you ever had!"
Henry laughed softly. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, gazing at her face strangely. "You know I really believed that you were Miss Mortensen? God damn! What a blast! This fantasy stuff is dynamite!"