But Derek wasn't letting go. He gave the man's tool a few more jerks, then he was aware of the man's semen spurting into the jacket, over the man's trousers and on Derek's hand.
He didn't let go until the man was finished shooting his load, then he calmly wiped his hand on the jacket as he released the spent member.
"Shit," the man whispered in protest, "you made me go off all over my jacket. What a fucking mess."
"Tough luck, old timer," Derek replied in his own whisper as he smiled, "but if you're going to fuck around in theaters, you have to expect that sort of thing."
As he walked out into the lobby, a busty older woman smiled at him from behind the refreshment counter.
"Didn't you like the show?" she asked.
"It was all right, I guess," Derek told her, "but all I came for was a blow job and I got it."
"Christ, you don't look the type. What a waste."
"Cheer up, maybe next time you and I can find a nice private place so I can play with those big boobs while you eat my cock."
"That sounds more like it," she said and her smile widened. "You sure as hell don't look like no faggot."
Outside, Derek found a bar and ordered a drink to kill time.
"You look like you could use some action," the puffy blonde hooker said as she sat on the stool beside him.
"Lady," he told her with a grin, his tone sounding a little pained, "if that's how you read me, you need reading glasses.
Chapter 6
Bette slept late the next morning. When she woke, her body still seemed to glow from the delightful session with Janet. Her hand slipped between her thighs, as it brushed over her vulva, she felt an exciting response and decided to go on with it.
Lying with her eyes closed, she recalled events of the long evening with the lesbian as she slowly fingered herself. Three times she stopped just short of orgasm, then decided to go all the way. As orgasm approached, she pictured herself in an end to end embrace with Janet, lapping and being lapped by the exciting woman, then the spasms tore through her as the magnificent orgasm went on and on and on. When it finally ended, Bette seemed to be floating just above the surface of her bed. It felt so good that she kept her eyes closed and continued the floating until she floated back into sleep.
It was almost noon when she woke, rested for a few more minutes, then walked naked into the kitchen to make coffee. While she waited for it to brew, she found a bottle of sherry in the cupboard and poured herself a glass.
Bette wasn't much of a drinker and had never started her day with a drink, but somehow, the situation seemed to call for a glass of sherry, so she didn't argue with it as she sipped until the glass was empty, then poured a cup of coffee.
As she passed near the window, she saw Mrs. Carlson waving to her from her garden. Her naked breasts almost touching the glass, Bette smiled and waved to the woman. Recalling what she had promised her, Bette felt arousal flaring between her thighs as she rubbed them together.
When the phone rang a few minutes later, Bette was not surprised to find that the caller was Mrs. Carlson.
"Of course I didn't forget, Mrs. Carlson," she told the woman. "Give me about an hour to have a bath and get in the mood, then come on over."
As she sipped her coffee, Bette wondered if she was letting sex get total control over her, thought that she should slow down a little.
"What the hell," she told herself with a shrug. "I've waited a long time for this and I'm entitled to wallow in it for a while. In another month, I'll be back at college and I'll cool things then. For now, I'll just go on enjoying sex."
After her bath, Bette considered staying nude to greet the woman, then decided it would be more fun to dress provocatively instead.
"The poor old dear must be starved for sex," she told herself. "I'll stage a real production for her, one she'll never forget."
Bette dressed as carefully as she would have for Derek or Janet, selecting a basic black outfit of bra, garter belt, nylons and panties, then she put on a short, low cut dress, one which generously displayed the upper slopes and cleavage of her luscious breasts. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled as she decided that one look at her should be enough to cause the mature woman to wet her panties.
She turned away from the mirror at the sound of the knock on the kitchen door, then she hurried to open it and admit the woman who stared wide eyed, her mouth open to speak but no words coming out.
"You look very horny, Mrs. Carlson," Bette told the woman as she noticed how she had scrubbed and had worn her best clothes, such as they were.
"Oh, Bette, you are so beautiful. I am so excite."
"Then come on in and let's get going."
As she closed the door behind her visitor, Bette took her in her arms and brought their mouths together. To her delight, the woman became a ball of fire as their mouths mashed together, then Bette stepped up the pace with one hand under each big buttock as she pulled her partner firmly against her and they squirmed through a long, sexy kiss.
"Your ass is big and very firm," Bette said when the kiss ended and the woman looked dazed.
"Oh Bette… Bette," the woman said, seemingly close to tears as she pressed her big thighs together, "what do I do?"
"Strip for me," Bette told her, delighting in her role of total superiority. "Strip your body naked."
Panting, her fingers trembling, the woman began to undress in the kitchen as Bette looked on. As the woman began to pull her dress over her head, Bette reached for the bulging cups of the big white bra. What she felt there was excitingly firm.
"Take your bra off and let me see how big these tits are," Bette said as the woman dropped her dress onto a chair beside the kitchen table.
While the woman fought with the hooks of her bra, Bette continued to fondle the cups, then the garment was open, Mrs. Carlson pulled it off her arms and Bette gasped aloud.
"Sweet Jesus," Bette said as she reached for what had been bared, "these tits look like melons. Christ, they're as firm as melons too," Bette went on, her hands rubbing and squeezing.
"I'm glad. You like my great big tits?" Mrs.
Carlson asked.
"Yes, I like them a lot. Later, I'll suck on them and see how long your nipples can get."
"Yes… yes… and you are let me see too your nice tits?"
"You'll see my tits, everything. Take your panties off now. I want you naked."
While the woman pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, Bette became more and more delighted with her sense of power. It had started out as a simple act of doing a favor for a neighbor, but it had become so much more than that.
Bette was discovering the thrill of sexual dominance and she sensed that she was going to develop that art, to hone her talents so that she would achieve new highs in sexual kicks by dominating both women and men.
"What a fine big ass you have," Bette said as she turned the naked woman around and squeezed a buttock that felt even firmer than her own. "How old are you anyway?" she asked.
"F… forty-seven. I am old."
"You have a magnificent body. Your flesh is so firm," Bette told the woman as she rubbed the well fleshed hips and looked at the wide triangle of pubic hair at the base of a tummy that was well rounded, yet, like the rest of her, amazingly firm.
"Oh Bette… you make me feel so good. Your hands… it is so good. I am like a little girl."
"Yes, you are. Move your feet wide apart. Open your crotch wide for me. I want to feel your cunt."
With the same instant obedience she had shown from the outset, the big nude stood with her feet braced wide apart, big breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing.