"I hear it all, darling," Bette replied, "and I love it. He's a master fucker."
Staring upward, Esther felt her heart hammering as she watched the shiny tool slipping in and out of the wide, wet circle, saw the big hairy sac swaying, saw the man's flat tummy spanking the beautifully arched cheeks.
"Ooh, I'm going to come… I'm close," Bette panted. "I'm coming..'. I'm coming… I'm coming…"
With Bette's first cry of orgasm, the man drew her body back against him and held her there, tightly as spasm after spasm rocked her sweating body until the big climax finally ended, then he smiled as he resumed his randy ride.
Gradually, he stepped up the pace until he was pistoning his tool at full speed, so fast that it was almost a blur to Esther. His big sac was flying so that she wondered if it was hurting him, then he gave a few short, fast jabs and groaned as he again pulled Bette's bare behind against him, then he was jerking and panting and grunting as he pumped his charge and felt his partner using her vaginal walls to suck him dry.
"Oh Christ," he panted when he was drained, "stop that sucking before… uh… you kill me… uh… uh," he gasped as Bette went on sucking him without mercy until he was forced to drag his softening member out of her, then he fell onto the bed in a state of near collapse.
"Don't move, darling, don't move," Esther told Bette, then she had her face between the parted thighs, her mouth sucking greedily.
Turning to watch the lapping, Edward recovered quickly and his eyes shone wetly as he watched and listened to the joyous sounds as Esther sucked and slurped and lapped until Bette was crying out in orgasm again.
They declared time out for drinks and while they sipped, they chatted until Bette and Esther went back to the bed and staged a lesbian performance so exciting that much sooner than he had expected, the professor was sporting another very strong erection.
And then it was time to deflower Esther, Edward told the couple as they untwined their naked bodies after they had lapped each other to orgasm yet again.
Hurriedly, Bette stripped the used condom off the man, sucked and licked what semen remained on the head of his tool, then she pulled another sheath over his cherry plucker and gave it a loving squeeze.
Far from being afraid of her ordeal, Esther looked more than eager as she lay back with her knees bent up and spread wide apart, her right hand rubbing on the lips between which she was to experience her first penetration by a penis.
Edward was panting as he knelt between her legs, then he lowered himself and as he did, Bette opened Esther's hot slit and guided the shrouded invader to the port of entry.
"It's in," Esther shouted. "I can feel it inside my cunt. It doesn't hurt. It's stretching my cunt. I'm going to get fucked at last. Look, Bette, look, I'm getting fucked up the cunt."
She was still panting in excitement when Edward felt the head of his tool reach the barrier. He felt it give a little, paused to tense his muscles, then he plowed in hard and broke through.
Esther cried out, but that didn't deter the man. There was a job to be done and he was going to do it, all the way.
As he saw Bette moving toward her friend, Edward raised his body and rested his weight on his hands as he continued to stroke, giving Esther the full eight inches with each push, delighting in the tightness of her vagina and, as he was to admit later, finding her crying and squirming wildly exciting.
Filled with pity for her friend, Bette kissed her on the mouth, then kissed her eyes, licking up tears while the big penis kept pistoning in the freshly opened slit until Edward gasped the message that he was ready to go off, then, pressing down on the former virgin, he shuddered and jerked as he again drained himself and felt so weak that he doubted he would ever be able to get up.
Her face streaked with tears, Esther sat up as the man dismounted tiredly. At first there was a look of awe on her face, then she managed a smile.
"I'm not a virgin anymore," she exclaimed. "I've had a great big cock in my cunt. I've been fucked."
Chapter 11
With the end of the college term, Bette returned home ready to rest. It had been arranged that Esther would come to visit her for a couple of weeks later, but for the time being, she was ready to just rest for a while.
She was delighted when Edith phoned, minutes after she arrived, to report that her husband had become totally submissive and that she used him like a pet, though she admitted she treated him more cruelly than she would ever treat an animal, and that Tom loved every moment of it, especially the cruel punishment she handed out whenever she felt so inclined. Bette promised she would visit soon to enjoy a demonstration. "So my loving mother couldn't delay her vacation long enough to say hello to me," Bette said to her father as they sipped a drink after the cleaning woman had tidied up and gone home.
"Oh well, you know how it is, dear. I'm sure she loves you," he added comfortingly.
"And I'm sure you have a fine sense of humor, Daddy dear. Mother loves mother, period."
"Okay, why should I lie about it. Your mother loves herself and she loves money. I guess it stops there."
"I hope you have somebody who opens her legs and makes you feel good."
"My God, Bette, you really are growing up."
"I hope you didn't think I was still an innocent little virgin, Daddy," she teased.
"I suppose not. God, what a beautiful woman you've become. Is there a special lover?"
"Not in the emotional sense. I kept two on tap all through the term, one male and one female."
"Female? Bette, are you trying to shock me?"
"What's to shock? Sex is beautiful with a man and with a woman. Sometimes I'd invite them both at the same time and we'd enjoy a real romp."
"My God, my daughter the swinger."
"Don't you swing, Daddy?" she asked, finding the conversation exciting.
"Not by your standards, dear. I do have a secretary who likes to let her panties fall."
"Do you bang her in the office?"
"Sometimes. Other times I go to her apartment, but I have to be so careful. Your mother would love to have the material to divorce me and take me to the cleaners."
"I'll bet. Does your secretary ball with you because she wants to or does she have to?"
"Come on, darling. I'm not what you and your peers would call a male chauvinist pig. She's a mature woman. We like and respect each other. She has other friends. I make no demands on her nor does she on me."
"I'm glad to hear that, Daddy. How about that West Indian cleaning woman? She seems to have a magnificent big ass. Do you get into her?"
"Christ, Bette, I'm your father."
"What does that have to do with it? I've never taken a black woman to bed, but I began to get ideas when I saw her. Christ, I'd love to fondle those big black cheeks while eating her pussy. Is her ass as great as it looks?"
"At least," he admitted with a grin. "Christ, those buttocks are like chocolate brown pumpkins."
"Does she love it?"
"She's wild. She loves anything and everything. In fact, she's so good that I offered to double her salary, but she refused."
"You're kidding. Cleaning women don't make that much."
"I know. She told me she loves having me as a lover, but if I paid her a nickle more than her salary she would feel like a whore. She won't even let me give her presents."
"I'm going to give her a present. How would you I like to see me with my face between those big brown thighs and hear me lapping her cunt."
"For Chrissake, Bette," her father said with a groan, "let's knock this off before I forget I'm your father and do something I'll regret."
"Chicken," she teased, then slowly raised the hem of her dress above the tops of her nicely expanded nylons. "I wouldn't regret it at all if you visited me right here where I'm so hot and tingly," she went on, parting her thighs and patting the crotch of her panties. "I know you have a hard-on. Daddy, so you can't pretend you wouldn't like to strip me naked and share my goodies."