The bedroom was white, gamely furnished and immaculately clean, as if it belonged to a nun. A double bed was centered on the black shag rug, the headboard against the pale plaster wall. Over the headboard was a framed photograph of Walter Talmadge, Betty's late husband, with her son Phil and daughter Sally.
A light fuckered on, illuminating the room. Betty Talmadge walked unsteadily to her bed, dragging a man behind her.
Betty was extremely drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bloodshot, her breathing erratic. The man she pulled into the room was as drink as she. His name was Bill Grannan. He was a handsome executive in his late thirties – Betty's age – a childhood friend. Tonight Betty was determined to get Bill, to fuck her.
A year had passed since Walter's death, and Betty hadn't gotten laid once since then. For the past three months, she'd been so horny she could hardly see straight. Masturbating, once a rare, shameful indulgence, had become a regular habit. For three weeks now, Betty had been finger-fucking her aching, oozing pussy at least three times a day.
When Bill had called to say that he was in town, taking him to the bar had been an irresistible impulse. Both of her teenage children were out for the night; what harm could it possibly do? At the bar they'd talked over old times, had more than a few highballs, and gotten completely sloshed.
Now Betty's dress was wrinkled, and the shoulder strap had come off, exposing several plump white inches of her huge left tit. When Bill had tentatively placed his hand on her thigh in the bar, she'd brought him home as fast as she could.
"Take off your clothes," Betty muttered.
She lurched in Bill's direction and made a vague effort to unbutton his shirt. "I want you naked… on my bed. I'm going to fuck you."
"Trying, for Christ's sake," Bill mumbled, tearing his shin. "Got a hard-on like a fucking rock!"
Betty glanced eagerly at the crotch of Bill's pants. The swollen, throbbing lump she saw there made her nipples stiffen under her expensive dress, and the fabric of her panties moistened with her flowing fuck juices.
Bill had a long, thick prick. She could tell how big his dick was just by seeing it beat in his pants. If she'd known what a nice rod he had, she would have fucked him in college, Walter or no Walter!
Betty kicked off her high-heeled shoes and started to struggle with her dress. A minute later it was lying in a heap next to the bed, leaving her clad in only her bikini panties and lacy white bra.
"Jee-sus!" Bill gasped. His eyes widened with mingled lust and surprise; he stared transfixedly at the mouth-watering voluptuousness of Betty's body. "Goddamn, Betty! I never knew you were built like this! Jesus fucking Christ!"
"You know now," Betty replied simply. She reached behind her neck, undid the clasp of her bra and let it flutter to the floor. Her enormous breasts jiggled and wobbled across her delicate rib cage, the big red nipples stiff with her desire.
"Like my tits, Bill?" she asked salaciously. She cupped them and padded barefoot to him across the carpet. "Are they as nice as you hoped they'd be? God only knows, you used to look down my blouse often enough in college!"
Bill shook his head dreamily, his hairy, naked chest heaving with lust, his big cock pulsing in his pants. Betty fell to her knees before him. Hungrily, she wrapped her hands around the throbbing lump of his hard-on.
"Now I get to see if you're nice, too," she purred hotly, squeezing and kneading his burning prick. "I'll bet you didn't know how much I used to stare at the bulge of your prick in college, did you? We were all supposed to be such nice girls in college."
Bill was too entranced with the size of her tits to say anything. In one fluid motion, Betty pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees, exposing the blood-swollen length of his prick.
Betty gasped. Bill's dick was even bigger than she'd hoped, with a set of tight hairy balls and a plum-colored, cum-dripping knob. Whimpering, she wrapped her hands around it and squeezed it, sighing as she felt the hot pink flesh pulse against her palms.
"Oh, God, Bill, it's so beautiful," she whispered. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've seen a man's prick. You're a married, so you couldn't know. It's been so long and hard on me since Walter died. Oh Bill, I have to suck it! I want to suck your cunt so much!"
Bill stared drunkenly down at her and dug his hands into her short black hair. Betty parted her lips and took his thick spongy prick head into her mouth. Her tongue rolled around the shiny, sensitive flesh of the knob; she clasped her lips tightly around the blue veined shaft.
Betty was very proud of her ability to give a blow job. It was one of her late Walter's favorite ways to shoot his crew, and Betty had eventually realized that she liked having a man's prick in her mouth as much as Walter enjoyed her sucking on it.
A cock was so big and thick and good, like a candy bar made out of skin. Betty loved the way jism tasted when it squirted out of the knob and down her throat. Sometimes she told herself that the best thing about being thirty-seven was the fact that she could improve her prick-sucking technique indefinitely.
And it had been a whole year since she'd sucked on one. The saliva collected rapidly in Betty's mouth as her lips clasped around Bill's stiffened meat. Teasingly, she darted her tongue over the cum slit, making his cock twitch as it rested between her teeth.
"Unh, fuck," Bill muttered. He shut his eyes and twisted his fingers in her thick black hair. "Oh, Christ, is that good! Suck it, Betty! You give fantastic head!"
Betty sucked hard, bobbing her head up and down, fucking her mouth with the cum-oozing length of his hard-on. Her hands tightened around the length of his big cock. She jerked him off with both hands, smoothly kneading his delicious prick with her throat.
"I'm gonna cum!" Bill said suddenly. "Oh, shit, I can't take this! You better stop sucking it!"
Betty couldn't believe that Bill was ready to cum so soon after she'd started the blow job. Ignoring him, she continued to suck as hard as she could. Her cheeks flushed with effort as her mouth gurgled and slurped around his twitching cock. She removed, one hand from his throbbing dick and teasingly tickled his balls.
"Aaaaaugh!" Bill gasped.
A hot, white stream of cum gushed from his bloated prick head, shooting down Betty's throat. But Betty went on sucking.
The first stream was followed by squirt after squirt of jism, as if Bill hadn't popped his rocks in years. Bill sighed and held Betty's face to his spurting prick with his hands in her hair, moaning as the last drops of cream oozed from his cum hole.
Betty continued to suck his softening prick, savoring the taste of his jism in her throat. She couldn't believe that Bill had shot off without even fucking her.
"Oh, God, was that good!" Bill whispered, smiling drunkenly. "Sorry I came so fast, Betty. Maybe next time…"
"But you're going to get another hard-on, aren't you?" Betty asked. She took his cock from her mouth and stared up at him intently. "I mean, you're not really going to leave me like this, are you? You just can't. Not after a whole year!"
"Well, I dunno, Betty," Bill chuckled. "Sometimes it's hard to get another boner after the first cum. My wife used to complain about that quite a bit, but she's used to it now."
"Oh, no!"
Betty quickly became very serious. One way or the other, she had to get Bill's stiff dick inside her pussy tonight. If she didn't, she'd have to finger-fuck herself until she went out of her mind!
"Look at my tits, Bill," she said, rising to her feet and cupping her enormous breasts in her hands. "Look at how big they are. Aren't my nipples big, too? Wouldn't you like, to suck on them for a while?"
"Nice," Bill said.
Betty pulled off her panties, sliding them down her creamy white thighs. As Bill, stared at her, she lay down on the bed and stretched out on the mattress. Then she spread her legs wide apart, exposing the plump, brown-haired mound of her wet cunt.
"Why don't you suck my pussy for a while?" she asked shamelessly. Betty wriggled two fingers into her tight pussy slit and jerked herself off before Bill's eyes. "My cunt's so hot! I really need you to suck it for me for a while. That'll give you time to get another hard-on, won't it, lover?"
"Jesus, you got a nice pussy," Bill said softly. He grinned lustfully at the pouting lips of her cunt, and his cock began to swell slightly.
Bill climbed onto the bed and stretched out between Betty's naked thighs. Pushing his hands under her legs, he cupped his fingers over the firm cheeks of her round ass. Then he dropped his head, slurping up the pungent juices that oozed from her fuck hole.
"Awww, yes, Bill! That's right! That's so goooood!" Betty whined, squealing and pulling his hair. "Suck me now! I want you to suck me so much! Suck my cunt!"
Bill's tongue drew a wet line up the slot of her pussy, separating the soft lips. For a moment he paused, to stab his tongue in and out of her cunt, making Betty cry out and quiver all over.
Skillfully, he slid his finger into the clasping wetness of her cunt tunnel, stroking it in and out, jacking her off. Then he fastened his lips around her stiff clit and sucked it hard, tenderly drawing it out of her fleshy pink hood.
"Unnnnghhh!" Betty grunted. She bucked as if she'd been shot, wildly humping her ass, fucking her cunt into Bill's face. "That's right, lover! Oh, yes, that's goooood! Suck my cunt, Bill! Unh, unh, suck haaaard!"
Bill sucked and licked and chewed, teasing her aching clit with his teeth. He slid a second finger into her dripping pussy, then a third. Betty felt her cunt stretched by the thickness of his hand as he jacked her off.
"I'm gonna cum, Bill! Keep sucking meeeee!" she whined. Desperately, she wriggled and shook on the bed, instinctively closing her thighs around his head. "Oh, you bastard! Eat me out! Drink my juices! Unh, oh, Christ, unhhh!"
Suddenly, Bill slid his free hand between the cheeks of her ass. Before Betty knew what was happening, she felt something press into the small, puckered ring of her asshole. Bill slid his finger deeply into the rubbery grip of her ass and began to jerk it in and out, in time with the licking rhythms of his cunt sucking.
Immediately, Betty felt that she had to pull away from him. As far as she was concerned, ass fucking was unnatural and disgusting. It was the one form of sex she'd always denied her husband, despite Walter's desire to initiate her asshole. Basically, Betty was a good girl. She wasn't going to do that sort of thing with any man!
Then Betty felt the pleasure. It seemed to spread from her asshole into her already sopping cunt, merging through the thin wall that separated her two tunnels. It was good, she realized. It felt very good, and she was going to cum!
"Suck me, Bill! I'm cumming!" she shrieked. Betty grabbed his hair and pulled hard, humping her cunt furiously into his mouth. Her asshole muscles clenched around his probing finger. Her hairy pussy dripped and throbbed against his tongue. "Awwwww, God, Bill! Oh, there! Oh, there! Unghh! I'm cumming!"
Her cum was nearly a minute long. Betty writhed and jerked around on the bed, crying loudly as Bill kept his sucking mouth glued to her fuck hole. When the corn finally subsided, a wave of pleasure coursed through her body, making her smile and tremble with the satisfaction of lust.
But it still wasn't what she needed. Anxiously, Betty glanced down at Bill's cock. When she saw that he had another hard-on, she immediately tried to pull him on top of her.
"Come on, lover! I'm ready now!" she whispered anxiously. "Oh, fuck me, Bill. I need to feel your dick inside me. It's been so long."
Bill continued to suck and kiss her cum oozing pussy a minute longer, as if reluctant to withdraw his mouth from the fragrant slit of her cunt. His prick was rock-hard as it pressed against the mattress. Betty could see the iron like stiffness of the shaft, the way the fat knob pulsed and dripped cream onto the sheets.
"Fuck me, Bill. Don't tease me like this!" she whimpered. Betty pulled his hair and spread her naked thighs as wide apart as she could, putting her hairy cunt mound in the perfect position for the invasion of his swollen cock. "Stick it in me now! All the way in my pussy! Now! Do it now!"
Bill licked his lips and climbed clumsily on top of her. Betty looked down eagerly as he lifted the shaft of his dick, fitting the tip to the pouting lips of her cunt. Then he bucked his hips downward, quickly slipping over half of his cock into the buttery wetness of her pussy tunnel.
"Unnghhhh!" Betty cried. Instinctively, she whipped up her legs and locked them around his back, gasping as she felt her pink cunt walls stretching around his thick prick. "Oh, yes, darling! That's so good! It's going into me now! Oh, it's been so long! Fuck meeeee!"
Bill winced. For a thirty-seven-year-old woman, Betty had an extremely small, tight cunt. Bill could hardly stand the excitement as her pussy muscles wetly sucked his prick.
Slowly he writhed between her spread eagled thighs, changing the angle of his cock so that it speared straight down into the clasping depths of her fuck hole. Then he rammed every inch of his rod into her, moaning with pleasure as he felt his dick buried balls-deep in the enveloping wetness of her cunt.
"Awwwwnhhhh!" Betty cried. A wet heat coursed through her loins, making her cunt muscles suck tightly to the blue-veined shaft. Betty clawed his back and feverishly humped her little ass up off the mattress, furiously thrusting her pussy over his cock. "Unh, Bill, fuck me, unh, do it, unh, hard! Fuck me, unhhhh!"
Bill started to piston his hips. His long, cumsoaked cock stabbed smoothly through the pink slit of her cunt, reaming out her pussy with a deliciously steady rhythm. Panting, Bill dropped his head onto the jiggling globes of her huge tits. He took one fat red nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard as he continued to fuck her.
"Harder! Fuck me haaaard!" Betty shouted. Desperately, she grabbed Bill's head and pulled it closer, trying to stuff more of her aching tits between his lips. "Make me cum! Cum on your prick!"
Bill sucked and licked and chewed on her stiff nipples, using his teeth to pull them out of the creamy whiteness of her tits. The rhythm of his fucking became more urgent. Betty felt his huge cock grow even stiffer within the wet sheath of her cunt. The bed began to shake with the animal like intensity of their humping.
Fucking me now! Betty thought hotly. Oh, God, it's been so long… a man's prick! All big and hard… thrusting inside me… up my cunt! I love it now! Oh yes, I'm gonna cum! I need him to fuck me so much!
Betty pushed her arms down and grabbed the heaving cheeks of Bill's ass, feverishly struggling to get his cock another inch inside her pussy. Panting and shrieking, she began to fuck up into him as hard as she could.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. The searing heat compounded deep inside her pussy, making her fuck juices stream around the thrusting shaft of Bill's dick. "I'm so close! Oh, God, yes! I'm gonna cum again!"
"Unh!" Bill grunted. "Oh, shit, Betty! Can't hold it back! Fm popping my rocks now!"
Bill gasped and thrust his prick violently into the pink slit of her fuck hole. Deep inside of her cunt, Betty felt his meat jerk and throb.
Then the second load of his cream squirted out of his prick head. Rhythmically, the jism pumped into her pussy, filling her cunt tunnel with the white load of his cum. Bill moaned as he slowly worked his spurting cock through the grip of her pussy. The last of his cum spouted out of the slit in his knob, dribbling out of Betty's hairy cunt, running down her thighs, dripping onto the bed.
"I didn't cum," Betty whispered. Her voice was soft and vaguely astonished, as if she was shocked that she could wait so long to be laid without receiving the satisfaction she needed. "Bill… I didn't cum yet."
"Sorry about that," Bill murmured. He grinned drunkenly and relaxed, his head nestled in the pillows of her huge tits. Betty felt his cock softening in her pussy. "Happens sometimes. Nobody's perfect, if you know what I mean! Sorry about that, Betty. Heh, heh!"
Bill groaned and rubbed his cheek against her nipples. Betty stared at the ceiling and remained silent. There was no point in berating Bill for not making her cum. He wasn't going to get another hard-on, and that was all there was to it. There wasn't any point in getting him to suck her off, either. That wasn't the kind of cum she needed.
She needed to get fucked. Betty thought of shooting off all over a thrusting stiff dick and sighed with frustrated lust. She was beginning to get worried about herself. In the past few months, she'd become increasingly horny. Soon she might lose control of herself, and then there was no telling what could happen.
And there were other things to think about that had nothing to do with sex. Her teaching position at Cranbrook, for instance. Her students needed her help so badly. That was why they were there, and she could never allow herself to forget her responsibility to them.
Why, tomorrow she had an appointment with Richie! He was one of the worst behaved students in her class. Betty knew she had to prepare herself for the meeting.
And then there were her children. Her daughter Sally was growing up now. It was hard being a mother when the father was gone. Sally had inherited her own incredible voluptuousness. Betty knew she had to teach her about men, so that she wouldn't be misled.
And then, of course, there was Phil. Phil… Betty considered the case of her teenaged son and sighed heavily. It always struck her as ironic that a teacher at a school for delinquent youths could have a son more delinquent than any of them.