She timed it perfectly so that as the strangled cry broke from his throat, she pressed down hard on him, her magnificent bottom grinding on him as she felt the stiff tool expanding inside her and then he was shooting it to her, panting and gasping for air as he clutched at the luscious buttocks and decided that he had found the perfect way to die, that dying that way would eliminate the need for heaven in that he had already achieved so much more than that.
But he didn't die and when he opened his eyes, Bette was still sitting on the wreckage of his erection, smiling down on him in a way that would have turned the sun black with envy.
"Ooh, lover, that was some special kind of a fuck," she told him and he saw perspiration trickling into the cleavage of her breasts.
"When I'm able to talk again," he told her, his voice weak, "I'll say the same thing. Where are you from, anyway?"
"What the hell does geography matter?" Bette asked and laughed.
"I mean you're definitely not from anywhere on earth, you're so much more than human, mortal. You must be from another planet."
"Would you believe that I'm from heaven and that I'm the virgin what's her name?"
"That's the last thing I'd ever believe," Edward told her and they laughed together, laughed so hard that his spent tool slipped out of the warm, wet nest.
While Bette went to the bathroom, Edward found the martini pitcher and glasses, then they sipped drinks on the bed and talked. They found many things to talk about, but mostly, the topic of conversation was how well they suited each other, how they enjoyed what they had shared and what they were going to do.
Deciding that their bodies required fuel in order to keep functioning, they went to the kitchen, naked and talked some more as Bette prepared a couple of steaks, sauteed mushrooms, then they sat at the dining room table and feasted. While the food looked and tasted beautiful, Edward couldn't take his eyes away from her firmly jutting breasts for long.
They washed steak and mushrooms down with a bottle of fine Beaujolais Edward had brought and then, as he felt his penis stirring, he decided it was time for dessert.
"But I haven't anything for dessert," Bette told him, surprised.
"The hell you haven't," he said with a grin and as he got under the table, Bette, understanding, moved her bottom to the front of the chair and leaned back, her legs spread wide apart.
Edward kissed and licked her inner thighs while his hostess sighed warmly, then his mouth was on her vulva and he was eating a juicy dessert which, he assured her after she had stopped jerking in orgasm, was truly fit for a God.
They returned to the bedroom for more dessert and lots of erotic fun and games. Later, they decided to be old fashioned and make love in what Edward called married style.
"What the hell is married style?" Bette asked as his right hand moved delightfully in her crotch, spreading the moisture which welled from her vagina.
"I'll show you," he told her with a serious expression, then he turned his back to her and began snoring loudly.
"You sneaky bastard," she protested and gave him a hard smack on the behind.
Laughing, he rolled over, all the way and then he was lying atop her, crushing her delightfully with his warm, wet body.
Before he could reach for his penis to get it into her wet, waiting haven, her hand found it and guided it to its nesting place. He fed it to her, slowly, lovingly and for a long time their bodies rocked in erotic rhythm, their sweat mingling, bodies squeaking until, a little after Bette had climaxed yet again, he was jerking between her enfolding thighs as her greedily sucking vagina sucked him dry and left him feeling strong enough to wrestle a five day old kitten to a draw.
Chapter 10
When Edward visited again, a few days later, was for a very special purpose. When he rang t" bell, Bette and Esther broke their passionate e brace and Bette took her hand out of Esther crotch, where panties were warm and wet.
"Don't let anybody in, Bette," Esther plead "My cunt is on fire. I can't stand it." Bette hid her laugh as she hurried to the door, it closed behind Edward, she moved into his arms, they shared a passionate kiss, then they walk quietly to the open door of the bedroom.
Bette laughed merrily as they saw Esther sprawled on the bed, her skirt well above her hips, her legs wide apart as they had been when Bette left her. Hurriedly, blushing furiously, Esther turned and jerked her skirt down.
"Damn it, Bette," she gasped, "that was a dirty trick."
"Silly," Bette chided. "Remember I told you I'd find a nice man, a perfect lover to pluck your cherry?"
"You… you mean…?"
"Meet the world's greatest lover, darling. When he gets that magic cock buried in your cunt, you'll wish you had met him when you were five years old. Come on, let's go have a drink before you have a heart attack or poop in your panties."
Over drinks, they cahtted and Esther gradually recered from the shock. Getting up, ette carried her drink with her as she went to sit on Edward's lap, her dress hiked high so that he could see what he was playing with between her lush thighs.
As she watched intently, Esther felt shock passing all the way out of the scene, to be replaced with hot arousal. It didn't cool her off a bit when Edward opened the front of Bette's dress and took her breasts out to play.
"Aren't these tits beautiful, Esther?" the professor asked as he fondled them, elongating the dark nipples. "I hear you have a truly magnificent pair."
"I guess so," she agreed, a bit nervously. "I used to think they were too big, but Bette seems to like them."
"I'm anxious to watch her fondling and sucking them as the two of you writhe in the nude on the bed. I love that, the sights and sounds of women making lesbian love."
"I hope I won't be too nervous."
"You won't be, angel. I'll see to that," Bette said.
While Bette and Esther sipped their drinks, the man ignored his as he stroked the crotch of Bette's panties and fondled her breasts, causing her nipples to get long and hard.
"Do you enjoy watching?" the professor asked.
"Yes. It's real sexy."
"I think you'll really get turned on when you watch me fucking her."
"Her? I mean… I thought you were…"
"Going to fuck you? Of course I am, my dear. I'll fuck Bette first, then when my cock gets stiff again, it will be your turn. If you've never watched a couple fucking, it will drive you wild."
"I never have. In fact, I've never seen a hard penis."
"Good heavens, we'll have to do something about that," Edward told her. "Up you get, Bette dear. I have something to show our sexy friend."
Bette hurried to her feet, smiling, then Edward stood. Smiling warmly at their visitor, he slowly unzipped his fly, let Esther see the bulge in his red briefs, then he pushed the top of the briefs down and heard Esther gasp as a big, stiff penis came out to greet her. The skin was pulled well back from the very big head.
"My God." Esther gasped, "it's so big, so long. Is it really possible to get all that into a woman's… you know?"
"A woman's cunt?" Bette asked and winked. "Not only is it possible, but it's delightful, dear. You're going to squirm with delight when you feel all that bone going in and out of your snatch."
"But it has to hurt, doesn't it?"
"Only the first time, Esther. It's the price we all have to pay for being female. Still, there are some very nice compensations, aren't there?"
"Come Esther," the professor invited. "Shake hands with my randy friend."
Esther advanced, nervously, trembling, then her right hand reached for the tool that would remove her hymen. It felt so hard as she caressed the shaft, then her hand closed around the big head, squeezing gently.