With a low sigh, she began to part her knees, then Tom's hands moved up to cup her satiny smooth buttocks. Her vulva moved slowly down toward his mouth, paused as it neared it, then it was on his open mouth.
His hands squeezed the beautiful young buttocks as he began to suck. Although he sucked with exciting greed, he remembered to be careful not to hurt the young beauty, afraid that she would take the tasty fruit away from him, that she would slap his face again. It didn't occur to the man that he could do anything about it. She was the boss and that was that.
Lying on the floor with her face close to Bette's bare bottom, Tom's wife moaned with passion, then her left hand went to her own crotch, spread the wet lips apart, then her other hand came there and a finger went into the slit and she groaned aloud.
While she trembled with delight and arousal as she watched her husband lapping the young beauty, Edith gave herself a fingering that was more exciting than any act of masturbation had ever been for her.
Just before Edith's eyes slammed closed in the onset of orgasm, she watched his tongue licking in the top of a wet slit, then her behind was bouncing on the carpet, her cries of ecstasy reverberating through the room.
When her cries abated, Edith opened her eyes just in time to see Bette's beautiful body jerking in orgasm, her hot wet crotch smearing juice all over Tom's face just as she had promised it would. The erotic massage went on for a long time, then Bette sighed as she rested, sitting on the sticky face of her lapper.
"Lie still, Tom," Bette said as she knelt up. "Did you enjoy eating my cunt?"
"Oh God, yes. I loved eating both of you. I'll always love doing it."
As the man lay still, waiting to see what was in store for him, Bette moved back down over his body until her crotch was directly above the foot-long erection and then she stopped and smiled at Edith.
"Be a lamb, dear," she said to the woman, "and open my cunt and guide that pole into it. I'm going to screw your husband a little to get his cock ready for the next step in this sexy game."
Bette slowly lowered her body until she felt the head of the penis touch her vulva, then she waited for Edith to do her job. Gentle fingers parted her crotch lips, a very big, velvety head rubbed over her open vulva, then she let a groan of passion escape her as she felt the head being guided into her more than receptive cavity.
She trembled a little, then pressed down and pushed the very stiff penis up into her. With the head inside, she paused, then pushed down and took more of it. There was still a lot of penis to come as she felt the head in her, more deeply than anything had ever penetrated her.
Bette was moaning loudly as she impaled herself on the tremendous weapon. Tom was moaning too, but it was of no concern to her. He was merely a deluxe dildo, he was something to be used and she was using him.
She was aware of things seeming to stretch inside, but that didn't detract from her pleasure and she took more and more until at last she was squirming on Tom's naked body, his pubic hair tickling her to add to her pleasure and, she guessed, to his as she felt the big tool throbbing inside her.
"Count them, Tom," Bette told the man. "You're going to get ten strokes of fuck in my cunt and then I'm going to get up and leave your cock sticking up, hard and wet. Don't you dare go off in my cunt. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Bette, yes. Anything you say. Oh Jesus, it feels so good. I never got fucked this way before."
"You like this position, do you?"
"Christ, I love it. It's wild. I'm going to ask Edith to fuck me this way all the time."
"I'm glad you said ask and not tell, Tom," Bette told him. "I think you've learned already that there is a new joy to be found in sex by submitting to the woman."
"Yes, Bette, yes. I see that. I never knew it could be so exciting."
"You're smarter than I thought, Tom. If you want a real thrill, when you get home, or perhaps tomorrow, you be the naughty little boy. Your Mummy will take your pants down, take you over her lap and give you a good spanking. She'll be the boss from now on and you'll love your new role."
Listening as her husband agreed with such eager enthusiasm, Edith trembled with delight at the thought of controlling the man, of spanking him and making him cry like a little boy. Bette, she realized, had entered her life like some kind of a god and had changed it all, had created a whole new world in which instead of being a tired old housewife, she had become something of a sex goddess.
Edith vowed she would never give up the control Bette had delivered to her.
And then Bette began riding up and down on the stiff pole. She brought her body slowly up, paused, then down, trembling with delight as the magnificent member invaded her body anew.
She rode slowly to make the pleasure greater until she completed the tenth stroke. Tom hoped desperately that she wouldn't stop at ten, but as her body moved upward, it went all the way and with a little cry, the man saw his penis swaying above him. He came very close to crying.
"Stand up, Tom," Bette ordered as she dismounted.
The man obeyed at once and stood with his stiff penis swaying, shining with the juice of Bette's vagina. As she sat on the stool, Bette reached out and found his erection nicely sticky as she gripped it near the base.
Winking at Edith, Bette rubbed the head of his penis around her lips and face, then she guided it to her mouth and hummed as she took the head inside.
It drove Bette wild to hold the penis with both hands as she took as much as she could into her mouth, then she began sucking him off, her right hand slowly masturbating him in time to the up and down motion of her warmly, wetly sucking mouth.
Through it all, the man moaned and groaned, then his wife added to his pleasure as she approached from behind, caressed his heavy sac and held it as she watched Bette's erotic ministrations with gentle hand and warm mouth.
Tom wanted the delicious thrill to go on forever, but it turned out that forever was a little more than three minutes and despite his best efforts, he knew he wasn't going to be able to delay ejaculation.
"I'm gonna shoot," he panted, hoping, praying that the woman wouldn't take his tool out of her mouth.
And then his prayers were answered as he felt the explosion in his loins and groaned as he fired the first spurt into her mouth. He felt her hand tighten its grip on his shaft and then she was slowly masturbating and sucking in rhythm to his spurting.
He fired blast after blast of semen into Bette's mouth. His knees sagged and he was panting and gasping for air as the woman went on sucking.
At last, he was drained, but still Bette refused to stop sucking on his spent tool. It began to soften, but his knees softened faster and then he fell to his knees, the soft tool slipping out of her grasp.
Tom reached for the carpet to steady himself, but it didn't work and then he fell in a state of collapse.
"That's the way to suck a man's cock," Bette calmly told Edith. "You have to let him know that you own him, that you can use him until you're finished with him."
"Oh Bette, so great you are," the woman said in awe. "Like a queen you are. Like a goddess."
Leaving the man lying on the floor, panting and gasping, the women went to get drinks. As they sipped and fondled each other, they talked about how they would use him again, later, after their lesbian fun and games had brought him to another erection.
Chapter 8
Bette's Summer of sex was packed away into her memory as she returned to college. As she had promised herself, she was able to devote her full attention to her studies.
A degree in Business Administration seemed in keeping with her plans to achieve a position of power in life and she gave it everything she bad. Her marks astounded students and faculty alike, but she didn't seem at all impressed. After all, it was her goal and achieving it was no big thing, just something one did, if that one happened to be Bette. Instead of living in a dorm or a sorority house, Bette rented an apartment so that she could have the privacy she wanted. There was time for study and for listening to the music she liked and, when she felt in the mood for sex, it was to a battery operated vibrator she turned. It and her imagination served her well.