He was sweating profusely, and she realized her own body was bathed with perspiration. But there was an explosive expression of vigorous enjoyment in his carved features. His grip on her thin waist was sure and firm.
Betty knew that she had had so much fucking that she didn't think she could stop if she wanted to. Her body was hungry for satisfaction as Bud slowed his strokes. She wanted it to last forever – a delicious eternity. But Bud's ball's were beginning to bounce against the winking rosette of her asshole.
He slid his hands under her back and lifted. The only result was a steep arch in her back. He laughed lightly and worked his hands toward her shoulders, then lifted again. She caught at his arms, helping. He stopped lifting when she was at a forty-five-degree angle. She clung to his upper arms, helping to support her body, but wondering what was to happen to her now.
He backed away from the sofa, holding her on his cock. Her weight drove her fully onto his cock, and she squirmed happily.
Gripping her waist, Bud began to fuck into her the full length of his blood-engorged cock. Her tits bounced and her hair flew erratically. She gritted her teeth and clamped her thighs on his hipbones, her excitement mounting in sudden leaps as he walked about the small room.
Each blow jarred her. The moist channel of her pussy was hot, irritated and sensitive because of the friction. She twisted so that her clitoris came down on the base of his cock, flaming spears of delight stabbing her in rapid succession. The tight knot in her belly hardened even more, and her body tensed.
"Now, Bud! I'm making it… NOW!" As if the knot had exploded in her belly, her cunt contracted violently on the buried cock. Spasm after spasm wrenched her inner walls, and she shook with the intensity of her sensations. She scissored her thighs around his waist and felt him suddenly stiffen. His hips thrust forward and up, and his shoulders jerked back as he started to erupt inside of her tender body. A hot pool grew around his cockhead and triggered a new series of contractions in her ecstatic pussy. She gasped with deep pleasure and dug her short fingernails into the meaty muscles of Bud's back.
She flung her head back and moaned, unable to do or think about anything but her orgasm.
Bud's pulsing jabs slowed gradually and his body relaxed. He blew out his pent-up breath and walked shakily back to the sofa. He was still being very careful with her, though it was only obvious that his orgasm had so weakened him that he could hardly move.
Betty was surprised to see that what Bud was trying to do was to not let his limp cock slip out of her cunt. She tightened the muscles of her pussy, trying to help him. As she fell to the sofa, she felt his cock begin to slide out of her. Clenching her muscles as tight as she could, her cunt tightened around the bulbous head.
He pushed the flaccid tool the rest of the way into her. In a moment he seemed to be asleep. She put her arms around his shoulders and hugged him lovingly.
It seemed like seconds later that she woke up, Bud still on top of her the way he had been when she closed her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"It's ten o'clock," he said.
"Three hours!" she exclaimed. "I thought I had just lain my head down for a moment."
"It was that good, huh?"
"Ya," she said with a sleepy smile. She was about to push him off playfully when she felt his cock began to harden inside of her.
"Are you game for another go at it?"
Betty was glad that he had asked, not because she didn't want to, but because it showed that he was considerate of her feelings and her desires.
"Sure!" she said.
Bud bowed his head to her tit and sucked her right nipple deep into his mouth. She felt it immediately harden. She pushed her tit up into his face, his mouth opened and swallowed more of her breast.
She squirmed her hand between her belly and Bud's. She could feel the head of his cock in her hand. Her fingertip touched the tiny mouth of the big cock, and Bud bolted backward, spitting out her tit.
"I didn't even know that my cock wasn't in you," he gasped. "I thought that it was so warm and moist it couldn't be between our bellies. I didn't know what hit me when you stuck your finger in me."
Betty laughed lightly.
"Fuck me now!" she whispered in his ear as she grabbed his cock fully in her hand.
She felt him stiffen at her words, but he slipped his arms under her and embraced her as he reinserted his cock. New vigor seemed to come over him as he thrust it into her quickly. His huge meat dug into her cunt, as it plowed toward her womb. She gasped, and Bud stopped just short of the tender opening.
As he began to stroke, Betty could feel her cervix being rubbed by the top of his cock. She imagined that she could feel every bump and vein in his cock as it spread her vaginal walls.
Her cunt flamed with greedy pleasure as she began to match his strokes. The rhythm of their fucking grew as the fire in Betty's belly ballooned. She could feel Bud's cock probing for the sensitive spot, trying to burst it into an orgasmic rush for her.
Pounding and pounding, he continued to drive his thick cock into her. Betty felt her cunt clenching around the shaft, pulling and trying to hold it in. Bud was going too fast, and the spasms of her belly only opened her up more to his deep penetration.
But drove deep with a mighty thrust and stuck the purple mushroom of his cockhead into young Betty's womb. "AAAGGGHHH!" The pleasure-pain feeling burst within her. Her cunt opened and closed with intense force. Hot streams of greyish cum spurt into her, scalding her womb and vaginal tract.
She fell back, weak, unable to control the orgasms which raced through her tender body. Bud collapsed on top of her, his cock slipping free of her cunt, but still spewing cum all over both of their weak bodies.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bud had stirred shortly after he had fucked her the second time. He apologized for having to leave, but Betty wanted to sleep alone that night anyway, so she just kissed him goodbye as he told her he would be back.
She tried to go about the business of cleaning her apartment. She went methodically about the rooms, picking up things, dusting and vacuuming. She found some small joy in being able to submerge herself in the work, not having to think about herself.
The doorbell rang and Betty jumped. She was afraid it was Bud coming to ask for her hand. She knew right at that moment that she couldn't. She wanted her career and her freedom. She walked slowly to the door, after turning off the vacuum-cleaner, and opening it.
"Albert!" she exclaimed, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped onto her chin.
"Hi!" he said casually. "May I come in?"
"Sure… sure!" she said. "Please do."
"I came to see how you were," he said, his dark eyes flashing the same fire that Betty remembered burning there. "I thought you might like to know that the ECM Corporation has hired me as a management consultant. It's the first straight job I've had since delivering papers as a kid."
"That's wonderful!" she said truthfully. "How did you get the job?"
"Your police chief set it up for me. He's one of the nicest people I've ever met."
"I didn't think that when I was first on the force," said Betty, arching her brows. "But now I see that I was wrong. I even got a promotion from him."
"You deserve it," said Albert. "What with all you've been through they should make you a captain."
"That's silly," she said. "But thank you anyway."
"Well I can see you're all right," he said. "So I'd better be going. I have to start work tomorrow."
"No," she protested. "Stay and have coffee at least." She saw his cock start rising at his crotch when he understood her words.
"Sure!" he replied. "I have a little bit of time."