Betty rushed into the kitchen to start the water. On the way she could feel her cuntlips rubbing slickly together as she walked. She was slightly embarrassed, but she knew that Albert couldn't tell.
She came out of the kitchen in a few minutes with the fresh coffee in her hand. She set it down on the end table and poured Albert a cup. Her hands were shaking from the excitement of having Albert here.
She turned around, holding the two coffee cups, but her hands were still shaking.
"Here," he said. "Let me help you. Wouldn't want you to spill any on yourself."
"Thank you," she said as he took a cup from her hand.
Silently they sipped their coffee. Betty began to get the jitters again and had to take her eyes off Albert. But each time she did she found that her gaze always came back to rest on his crotch.
It wasn't long before Albert noticed this and involuntarily began getting a hard-on. Now Betty couldn't take her eyes off his crotch at all. She was embarrassed and knew that she was being silly, but still her eyes wouldn't leave his growing bulge.
"Nice weather we're having," Albert said to break the ice, even though it had been overcast all day.
Betty jumped at his words and smiled. "Ya, I guess so."
Albert set down his coffee and moved his arm over beside her thigh. His fingers inched onto her leg as he said, "Is something wrong?"
Betty knew that it was only a ploy, but she was glad that he had done it. "No… no. Nothing's wrong." She was shaking violently now at the pleasure of his touch. Suddenly the coffee cup toppled, coffee spilling onto her dress.
They both jumped, but that only made matters worse. Now the coffee was all over both of them.
"Let me help you," Albert said, brushing off her dress with his hand while he held her shoulder with his other. "You better get out of that dress."
Suddenly they both saw the absurdity of the scene they were enacting, and laughed. Betty threw her arms around Albert and drew him close for a passionate kiss. Her tongue slithered into his mouth, forcing his lips and teeth apart. Her tongue darted around inside the hot cavity of his mouth. Her hand slid down his back until it rested on his hips. She pushed, feeling the heat of his groin set fire to her passion.
He began pumping his hips against her, grinding the covered cock into the softness of her belly. She pulled her mouth away with an audible smack. "Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me good!"
Albert's lean body pressed against her as he worked his hands into position. With one sweep he picked her off her feet, rushing her into the bedroom with her mouth still stuck to his.
By the look in his eyes she knew that he hadn't been prepared for this, but she was glad that she wasn't stopping him. She felt his long fingers kneading her thighs and back as he whisked her to the bed. Gently he laid her down.
She pulled him down with her onto the double bed, refusing to let go of his neck and mouth. Her kiss was still burning into him as her tongue dug around in his mouth. She could feel his hot, panting breath escaping in gasps from the tight seal of their lips. Still reluctant to release him, she had to be pried off.
"Let's take off our clothes first, baby," he said once his mouth was free.
"Sure… sure!" she exclaimed, still groping for his neck and mouth with her hungry lips.
Betty was amazed at the rapidity with which she dispensed with her clothing. Albert was only half undressed by the time she was naked and back on the bed.
"Don't rush it," said Albert. "We have all night."
Betty knew that they didn't, that Bud was liable to show up any time now. She was willing to take the chance of fucking Albert and having Bud come in on them, she wanted the thin man that much.
Albert began pulling his pants down, the protruding prick making that normally simple task a difficult one. He cleared the cockhead from the belt of his pants and the cock snapped up, slapping against his flat stomach. Betty sighed as the enormous pecker was bobbing only inches from her mouth. She licked her lips, not caring how decadent or perverse it appeared. She lunged for the prick.
Albert stepped back, but not in time. Betty had the prick securely between her fingers before he had taken a full step back. She pulled him toward her with the tool, careful not to pull too hard and hurt him. She gulped at the purple, gleaming cockhead, but he was still too far away, and she only wet the head with her tongue.
"Ahhh!" Albert exclaimed. "Watch out there or you'll bite it off."
Betty refused to let go. She knew Albert felt funny standing there with his pants half dropped, but she was being consumed by a passion that knew no logic.
Albert tried to step out of his pants, hobbling on one foot and then the other, his cock still tethered to Betty's gripping hands. He was finally able to kick the pants free and move toward Betty.
"Let me lie down first," he said with a laugh. "I can't even move with you holding me like that."
Betty seemed to come to her senses as she let go of his prick and rolled onto her back. The afternoon light was defused through the curtain in her room. The atmosphere was warm and romantic, slow and gentle. But her body was surging with intense desire.
Albert walked on his knees across the bed, the huge prick bobbing at his belly. Betty was on her back looking up at the approaching member. Albert kept walking until his cock was positioned right over her smiling lips. She reached up and took it in her hand. Feeling the ridges and bumps in it, Betty took her time in bringing the pecker to her lips. She was so positioned that his balls hung in her eyes while his meat pointed down over her nose to her hungry lips.
Albert put his hands on his hips and smiled down at her. She couldn't see him fully because of the cock and balls blocking her view. She put the mushroom head of his putty-colored cock in her mouth.
"That's so good!" he exclaimed as Betty sucked the cock into the churning cavity of her mouth. Her tongue darted along the underside of the prick, probing the blood-filled tube with her active muscle. Then the tool slipped over her tongue, the head pushing along the rough surface toward the opening to her throat. She suddenly realized that Albert was pumping into her. She tilted her head back to give him a better angle of entry, his prick now pressing hard against the constriction of her throat.
He took his hands off his hips and placed them on her breasts, as much for support as for pleasure. He squeezed his fingers around the resilient flesh, the nipples perking up between them. Pushing his hips down again, he found the muscles of her throat. But Betty choked on the huge tool, gagging almost to the point of vomiting. Albert pulled back immediately.
"Sorry," he said earnestly. "I'll be more careful."
Betty sucked his cock again, not dissuaded in the least. She tongued the probing cock as it slid down to the opening of her throat. Stifling a gag, and breathing through her nose, she was able to force the spongy glans into her throat.
"Aggg!" groaned Albert, squeezing her tits extra hard.
She felt the fire of passion surge through her, growing at the same rate that his cock was expanding in her mouth. She had to spit the cock out of her throat because it was becoming so large. She was sorry that she couldn't do him like that now, but she knew that she would be able to do it for him later.
She satisfied herself by just sucking the top half of the cock.
His balls contracted to a tight, wrinkled bunch of skin above her eyes. She saw them start to spasm. She spit the prick out quickly, grabbing it with both hands as it left her lips.
"What in the hell are you doing?" he yelled, grabbing her tits even tighter than before.
"I don't want you to come," she said, smiling up past his cock at him. "Let's make it last."
He understood her logic. Albert tightened all of the muscles in his body in an attempt to suppress his impending orgasm. Betty turned back over onto her stomach, still gripping his cock, as the pulsing in his groin ceased. She got up onto her knees and then released the member, surprised when it spouted a tiny bit of cum.