"Lots. Last Tuesday night I was visited by a young man I met at the chess club. He has a smooth girlish body. I kept him here all night and when I bum-fucked him goodbye in the morning, it was the fourth time I went off with my tool buried in his ass. He didn't walk away, he floated on air."
"Which do you like better, men or women?"
"Women, I think, but it's a matter of mood, of where and when. I'm as close as you're going to get to a true bisexual."
"Do you suck women too? I mean, their cunts?"
"Of course. Any man who would stick his cock in a cunt he hasn't thoroughly sucked and licked is a barbarian, and any woman who permits it is a fool."
"I'm not a fool, Derek, but I guess you knew that."
"I knew it from the very start, darling," he told Bette as he parted thighs which moved eagerly at his bidding, then his hand was gently rubbing on thin nylon where it snugged against a virginal vulva that felt deliciously warm and soft.
Bette sighed warmly, moved closer to the naked man and as her body responded to the erotic touch, Derek felt warm, moist nylon under his fingers.
"I hope I won't be too juicy when you suck my cunt, Derek," she whispered, her voice breaking as the gently moving hand drove her wild with desire.
"You couldn't possibly be, my angel. I'll drink your juice as a hummingbird drinks nectar from flowers. My tongue will probe deeply for more and more while you squirm with my face buried in your crotch."
"Oh Derek, I'm so excited. You're driving me out of my mind," Bette told him with a little groan.
"And it hasn't' even started yet, darling. Where I'm going to take you will make heaven seem like a very dull place."
"I know that, Derek. I can feel it already. Oh, my panties are so wet, my cunt is so hot. Is it time now, Derek my darling lover?"
'It's time, my angel."
As they got to their feet, Derek surprised her when he picked her up as easily as if she were a baby and walked unhurriedly to the bedroom.
Chapter 3
"I'm still not nervous, Derek," Bette told the man as he stopped beside the bed, "but oh my God, am I ever horny. I can feel my cunt twitching like a fish on a hot rock."
"I have a beautiful, six-inch cure for that problem," he told her as he put her down on her feet, "and Doctor Derek is going to apply the medicine where it will do us both the most good." "Standing up?" Bette asked with a little laugh. "I thought you were going to put me to bed, Doctor."
"I'm going to put you in bed, angel. But first, we have to unveil this work of art."
His fingers moved deftly and then Bette's dress was gone and she stood as a work of erotic art in white bra and panties, white garter belt and dark brown nylons. Her shoes had been dropped during the brief trip to the bedroom.
When Derek took her in his arms and they shared another passionate kiss, she felt his throbbing penis against her tummy, felt a spot of wetness where his excitement leaked in the form of semen. As he picked her up again and put her down on the bed, Bette rubbed at the semen with the tips of her fingers. It felt sticky and very nice.
Bette allowed him to move her hand away, then he was lying atop her and she felt his penis throbbing in her hot crotch as his mouth came down on hers in a kiss that made her forget every previous kiss.
When his mouth left hers, his body moved down and then his face was buried between the bulging cups of her bra and she felt him alternately kissing and inhaling the fragrance of clean, unperfumed woman body. At first, Bette told herself she wanted that to go on forever, then she cancelled the order as she realized that nice as it was, she wanted other things to happen.
As he kissed and licked in the cleavage of her breasts, Derek's hands were both strong and gentle as he fondled her breasts through the light bra, then she was being turned, felt his fingers slipping the hooks of her bra, than that garment was gone and she saw her naked breasts pointing toward the ceiling and, more importantly, she saw the look of joy and lust on the handsome face of the man.
"How magnificently beautiful," he whispered huskily as his voice broke with passion as he claimed her breasts with both hands. "How incredibly beautiful, how firm, how sweet and satin smooth."
Derek may have said other things after that, but Bette couldn't be sure because his mouth was filled with breast so that she heard only a muffled, humming sound as he fondled one breast while he sucked the other, then changed the order of things while Bette sang her song of ecstasy without using any words at all, just sighs and moans and labored groans of desire.
With each breast, the man seemed to read her sounds and he stopped sucking just at that moment when her nipple felt so raw and sensitized that it was almost painful, and then he was kissing a moist trail down over her tummy, pausing to lovingly rape her navel with his tongue, leaving a pool of saliva in it as his hands caught the top of her little white panties and she raised her bottom off the bed to help him strip the garment down her legs and off. The moment she was freed of the restriction of her panties, Bette felt her legs spread wide, as though with a mind of their own, as if they took their message from her vagina, rather than her brain.
"How beautiful. How incredibly beautiful," Derek said as he stared at pink heaven in her crotch, then an unhurried visual tour of her lovely body, all the way up to a face that was more than beautiful as it seemed to shine with the radiance of her ecstasy.
"Should I take my nylons off, lover?" Bette asked.
"Absolutely not, darling. Your garter belt and nylons enhance your nudity," Derek told her as he put a hand on each nylon and slowly felt his way up, marveling at the firmness of the shapely thighs.
"Oh Derek, I can see everything. It's so exciting," she panted.
"Tell me what you can see, angel," he invited as his two hands fondled expanded nylon tops.
"I can see your hands on my thighs. That's so sexy. I see your big, strong cock and your lovely big balls dangling while you play with me. Your cock is twitching. Is that because it wants to get into my cunt to fuck me?"
"It is indeed, but my cock is going to have to wait."
"Aw, don't be mean to your nice cock. Why don't you let it have its way?"
"Sorry, that greedy prick will have to learn to be a bit more patient. My lips and tongue have prior claim to that little pink blossom between your luscious thighs and I do have to be fair," he told her with a frown and Bette sighed more loudly as the hands began to move over silken skin and her crotch opened even wider in erotic invitation.
Bette hungered to feel those hands on her vulva. She told him so, but Derek had plans of his own.
Before that, he wanted to stroke the satiny thighs and make her squirm, pant and tremble with desire. Not only would it be wildly exciting for him, but it would enhance her pleasure at the first touch.
Unlike other women her age, Bette had never engaged in any form of petting. In her early teens she had promised herself that she wouldn't play until she was ready to go all the way. Keeping that promise had been surprisingly simple and now it was time to collect her rewards in the exciting knowledge that each touch, each kiss was a step toward the ultimate goal of sharing her body with a man, the man of her choice, sharing it in a manner that would involve a piece of his body being buried inside her body, with the magic juice of manhood being pumped into vagina to form an erotic bond.
Moving her pliant body easily, Derek raised her legs and bent them back over her body. With his face close to her arched behind, he marveled again at the beauty that was framed by the garter belt. He saw another pink aperture, between the spread buttocks. It too looked tempting and his throbbing penis seemed to see it too as it twitched strongly to tell him that it wanted to invade that tiny pink ring and stretch it. Derek told his penis to forget about that for the time being, but the impudent little bugger didn't seem to be listening.