"Sometimes I get tired of young men," she an swered with a smile he couldn't understand, one that caused his king sized tool to begin trembling. "Why don't you and Mrs. Carlson drop in for a drink this evening?"
Bette wasn't surprised that the man looked puzzled. After all, she reasoned, for a tired old laborer and his immigrant wife to be invited for a drink by a beautiful, eighteen year-old college student did seem a bit unusual.
Nervously, he accepted the invitation and she told him she would expect them about eight.
Warning herself to take it easy on the booze, Bette allowed herself a tall, cool gin and tonic as she sat in the living room, her mind projecting thoughts of the fun evening ahead.
Time dragged, but she managed to kill it by spending a long time with the drink, then enjoying a long soak in a scented bath. She dressed carefully, starting with black garter belt and nylons, then adding a sexy black bra and panty set. Then, deciding to go black all the way, Bette chose a startlingly short black dress that was cut so low that it presented her luscious breasts like fleshy fruit on the twin platters of the low cut bra cups.
"One look at all this," she told herself as she saw her reflection in the mirror, "and Tom Carlson will have a twelve-inch hard-on. I only hope he doesn't go off in his pants."
When her guests arrived, Bette saw that they were both dressed in their best and that the man looked very nervous. She saw his glance down the top of her dress and felt sure she could see something stirring inside his pants.
"I'll make it more than just stir," she promised him under her breath. "I'll make it want to paint the ceiling."
With little effort, Bette took control of the conversation as they sipped their drinks.
With husband and wife seated on the couch, Bette sat opposite and, while managing to appear quite innocent about it, she made sure that they both saw how nicely her white thighs contrasted with her black nylons and, for good measure, she even managed to let them see that between those white thighs ran a narrow strip of black nylon panty crotch.
Tom had stopped trying to hide the fact that he had a big erection, the head of which bulged his pants close to the knee.
With Bette leading the way, they talked about changing lifestyles and mores, about the close discipline of old Europe and the freedom of modern America. Bette saw that they were both wildly aroused and she wondered if the man was going to go off in his pants.
"I think people are crazy not to get all the fun they can out of life," Bette went on, again recrossing her legs as her guests feasted their eyes on her thighs. "Don't you agree?"
"I sure do," Tom told her and his wife agreed.
"You look as though you've really got something big in your pants to have fun with," Bette observed with a grin. "You do have a hard-on, don't you?"
"I sure do. Jeez, I never expected anything like this."
"How about you, Edith?" Bette asked his wife. "I think you have a fire burning inside the crotch of your little panties."
Ya… ya," the woman admitted, eyes shining with lust.
"That's the way I feel too," Bette said as she allowed her legs to uncross and part wide, then she slowly rubbed a hand on the crotch of her panties. "My hot little pussy is tingling like crazy."
"My God, Tom, that thing looks gigantic," Bette said as she got to her feet, walked to the couch and bent so that he could enjoy a thrilling view inside her dress. "Do you mind if I help myself to a little feel?"
Without waiting for a reply, Bette used both hands to outline the giant penis through his pants and she felt it throbbing.
"Since I'm feeling your big cock, Tom," Bette said, "I suppose it would be all right if you and your wife had a little feel of me."
The husband and wife looked at each other, then four hands hurried up under Bette's dress and she trembled with arousal as they fondled thighs and crotch and buttocks.
"Mmmm, this is sexy fun," Bette told them. "Tell me, Tom, does it turn you on the see your wife feeling me up like this?"
"Yeah, it sure does. I didn't know she'd do that," the man said as he squeezed both her buttocks firmly. "How did you know she would?"
"I have an instinct about people, especially when I'm turned on as I am now," she replied as she squeezed the big head of his penis through the pants.
"Christ, I can't believe this," Tom said, panting.
"We're not even started yet, Tom. Did you ever watch two women going down on each other, fondling and sucking tits, then eating cunt?"
"Shit, no. Just pictures, you know."
"Does the thought turn you on?"
"It sure does."
"How would you like to see your wife strip me naked and eat my cunt?"
"Jeez, that would be wild, but I don't think she'd do that."
"What do you think, Edith?" Bette asked. "Would you like to press your face in my crotch and suck my cunt and have me do the same to you?"
"Ya… ya… anything… everything," the woman panted, her hand rubbing furiously in Bette's crotch.
"Jesus Christ, I'm goin' crazy," the man said with a groan. "It's like some kind of sexy dream. I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up."
"You're wide awake right now, Tom," Bette told the man as she stepped back out of reach of the couple.
Smiling broadly, Bette raised the hem of her dress up over her thighs, above her excitingly filled little panties, then her guests gasped loudly as she pulled the dress right over the bulging bra cups, over her head, then she tossed it away and posed seductively for them in bra, panties and sheer nylons.
"I'm in the mood for sexy fun and games," she told them. "How about you?"
Tom reached for her, his wife followed suit and then the couple was boldly fondling her body and thighs as Bette found the bulge of the enormous erection in Tom's pants and gave it a squeeze.
"I want to have a look at this," Bette told the man, her fingers opening the buckle of his belt. "It feels like a big horse cock. Mind if I take your pants down to have a look at it?"
Without waiting for a reply, she unzipped his pants then pushed them down and licked her lips in anticipation. He was wearing shorts which bulged as though he had hidden a baseball bat in them.
"Christ," she panted as she opened the top of the shorts, "I have to see this cock."
"Sweet Jesus," Bette gasped as his shorts fell and there, waving before her startled eyes, was twelve inches of erect penis. It wasn't big in diameter and the slimness made it look even longer. Way up at the top of the muscular pole, Bette saw the swollen head which looked big and velvety.
"Are you going to allow me to use this horse cock?" Bette asked Edith as her right hand caressed the big head. "Sure. If you want to. You are so beautiful, so hot, sexy.
"Take your dress off, Edith and we'll get the party started. You, Tom," Bette said, turning to the man, "strip naked and get ready for action. I'm the boss here, you understand?"
"Sure. That's fine with me, boss."
The situation became even more exciting for Bette as the older couple accepted her dominant role without even a hint of hesitation or resentment. Sex is great, she told herself, but sex and power is super.
"Your socks too, Tom," she ordered in an appropriate tone. "Get them off. I told you I want you bare naked."
As the man sat on the edge of the couch to take his socks off, the penis that poked up looked unreal, but it also looked excitingly beautiful to Bette as she wondered whether to have it go off first in her mouth or deep in her vagina, very deep, so deep that it would surely be in her womb, she thought and trembled some more.
Bette didn't object when the man came to her and his hands reached for her semi naked breasts, fondling them with a surprisingly gentle touch.