Bette rubbed her right hand through the thick pubic bush, squeezed the mons veneris, then slowly rubbed her hand into the woman's crotch.
"Mmmmm, you're very warm," she observed aloud. "In fact, you're hot."
As her hnad moved over the softness of vulva, the woman's big body jerked and she gasped.
"Your cunt is sensitive," Bette added as she went on fondling it. "I must have a look at it."
As she squatted in front of the nude, Bette's dress hem hiked high up her thighs, giving her visitor a lot to look at and hunger for.
"My, what a pretty little cunt you have," Bette told her, then gently spread the lips to view the interior. "Mmmm, your cunt is shiny with juice. I hadn't planned on sucking your cunt, but now that I see it, I may change my mind. It could be nice to have my face between these big thighs. Would you like to have your cunt sucked?"
"My God, yes. In all my whole life, never is my cunt sucked."
"Why don't you tell your husband to eat it before he fucks you?"
"He would kill me. Oh Bette, so beautiful you are," Mrs. Carlson said with feeling as she looked down into the top of Bette's dress and beyond to the white skin of thighs above the expanded tops of nylons.
"When I talked to you in the yard the other day," Bette said as she fingered the juicy vagina, "you looked up my dress. Did that make you excited?"
"Yes, so much so. Never before am I feel like that."
"Squat down, now," Bette told her as she withdrew the finger. "I'll let you have a nice look up my dress."
Eagerly, her naked breasts bobbing, the big nude went into a squat at Bette's feet. Her head vanished under the short dress and Bette felt moist breath on her thighs, heard sounds of labored breathing, then felt hands on her thighs.
"Go ahead," Bette told the woman as she pulled the top of her dress down, "play with me and get really horny, then I'll let you bury your face in my crotch and eat my cunt."
"Yes… yes… yes," the woman panted as her hands moved eagerly, yet gently over thighs and buttocks and then there was one hand rubbing lightly on the crotch of Bette's panties.
"I like that," Bette said and rubbed the woman's head through her dress. "See if you can make me wet my little panties."
Delighted to oblige, the big woman went on rubbing a hand warmly over the body warmed nylon while her other hand explored Bette's magnificently rounded, firm behind.
"Oh yes… yes… wet in your panties," she heard the woman say with excitement, then it was Bette's turn to cry out as the hand moved off her panties and a greedy mouth replaced it, sucking hungrily.
"Ooh, that's nice," Bette said, panting as she opened the front opening bra and pulled the cups off so that she could get her hands on her breasts. "I've never had my panties sucked. Suck some more, then I'll let you take them off and suck my cunt. Come on, suck… suck… suck my hot, wet panties," she urged with authority in her tone.
As the woman sucked and fondled under her dress, Bette rubbed and squeezed her breasts, tweaked her nipples into hard sensitivity and moaned with passion as she realized how setting out to do a favor for a neighbor was going to become a wildly thrilling sexual experience. And then it was time to take the woman to bed.
"Get up, Mrs. Carlson," she commanded. "I'm going to take you to bed now and feed you my cunt."
As the head emerged from under Bette's dress, a pair of lovely, naked breasts met the woman's gaze and she gasped aloud.
As the woman's hands came up to reach for Bette's breasts, Bette spoke sharply, as though testing her degree of domination over the woman.
"No, not yet. Don't touch my breasts yet. What is your first name, Mrs. Carlson?"
"Edith."
"All right, Edith, follow me upstairs," Bette told her, turned, caught the hem of her dress and raised it above her hips. "Follow me up the steps and get hungry for this."
The big nude was panting loudly as she followed the young beauty, her eyes feasting on the sight of luscious thighs, beautifully rounded, bulging buttocks and, through the sheer nylon, the deep crack of Bette's bottom.
Bette walked unhurriedly up the stairs, into her bedroom, then she dropped her dress and turned to face the panting, sweating nude.
"Strip me naked, Edith. No," she amended, "take my dress, bra and panties off, then I'll feed you my body."
Edith had difficulty making her trembling hands act as she wanted them to, but she managed to remove Bette's dress and open bra, then she was tugging the little panties down, mewing with passion as Bette raised one foot after the other to step out of the fallen, wet panties.
"No, Edith," Bette said as she pressed her thighs together to keep the woman's face out of her crotch. "I'll lie across the bed and then you may eat my cunt."
Bette walked to the bed, turned to smile at the big nude who remained squatted, then she slipped a hand into her crotch to rub a vulva that was already nicely moist, churning with desire.
"Oooh, my cunt is so ready to be sucked and licked," she said, as though to herself, while her left hand was fondling a breast. "Come and eat my cunt now, Edith."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bette fell back. Her legs came up and moved wide apart and as Edith got down on the carpet beside the bed, she shifted her hot gaze from a pink slit to a little pink ring, then back to the slit again.
And then her mouth was on it and she was sucking, greedily, hungrily, making loud slurping sounds in the otherwise silent room.
"Christ, I love the way you eat my cunt, Edith," Bette said as she squeezed and rubbed her breasts. "Suck, Edith, suck my cunt. Let me hear you sucking up my hot cunt juice. Suck… suck… suck…" she panted, groaning in ecstasy.
While the woman sucked, her moans of passion partly muffled in the silken crotch, her hands kept exploring as they fondled nylons, silken thighs, hips and buttocks, then they rubbed upward until they replaced Bette's hands on the lovely, firm breasts, caressing and fondling and gently squeezing.
"Your tongue, Edith," Bette panted. "Get your tongue in my cunt. Lick… Lash me with your tongue… Make me come… lick… lick… oh Jesus, yes… yes… lick my cunt… yes… yes… yes."
As the woman began to lick excitingly in the wet slit, her hands came back down to Bette's hips and she gently tugged upward in time to the thrilling licking of a tongue that was nicely rough, raspy as it licked over what felt like a million exposed nerve ends.
When it licked up to the hard little passion bud, there were a zillion nerve ends involved, beautifully, magnificently involved and then as the tongue continued to lick, involvement became explosion and Bette shrieked in ecstasy as her body rocked through an orgasm that set a new high for her and left her feeling limp and weak, but glowing.
When she opened her eyes, Bette saw the woman kneeling up beside the bed. Her eyes were shining, her head was thrown back and her right hand was moving in a steady rhythm as she fingered herself, big melon breasts bobbing with the erotic exertion.
"Stand up, Edith, I'll do that for you," Bette told the big nude who got to her feet at once, her body jerking with desire.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bette drew the woman a little closer, reached around to hold her by the left buttock, then she worked a finger in a slit that was hot and juicy. As she fingered the panting woman, her hand moved around the big buttock until it was in the warm crack. Instinctively, Bette probed, found the anal ring with the tip of a finger, then she worked it in as the woman cried out, her sweat-wet body jerking madly.
And then Bette was giving her a double fingering that went on until the woman's cries seemed to fill the room, her big body jerking while the strong spasms of orgasm tore through her.
As the orgasm gradually passed, Edith's knees seemed to give out and she dropped into a kneeling position, then fell onto the bed, gasping for air.