Betty was what some would call a rich old broad. She was aristocrat all the way. Born in the city, raised in the city and bred to be a rich wife of a politician. Her family was from retail, owning the largest chain of department stores in the east. She went to Vassar and then decided to come closer to home and finished her education at the University of Virginia. Daddy wanted her to study the law and take the bar so she could be a silent asset to the expansive company store. Betty complied and took the Virginia bar, passed it but never worked a day in a law office. Mother had raised her to be a southern belle in the greatest sense of the word. She was elegant in her youth, attended all the social functions of the capital city and entertained men from all nationalities.
She had lost her virginity in Charlottesville to a fellow law student she was infatuated with. They studied together often and one night late after a long session on torts, they curled up together on her bed. They were in her apartment and there was no one else around. Neither one of them could sleep. And he began to caress her beautiful body.
"I love to touch you Betty."
"You feel pretty good to me too."
That led to some kissing and the passion began to rise. Taking the lead he began to grope her breasts and stir her nipples into erection. His man tool was already straining to get out.
Betty decided to let him have what he wanted and eased up off the bed and began to disrobe. She was fully aroused and her body was telling her this was the right way to satisfy both of them.
He did the same and quickly he climbed on top of her and began to poke at the entrance to her womanhood.
He had little experience and she had none so it was a bit of a cluster fuck.
Finally she reached down and gripped his cock in her hand and placed it at the entrance to her vagina.
He dutifully pushed in and quickly mashed his groin into hers.
She screamed as he broke through the hymen and he recoiled.
"What happened?" He said.
"Don't move, it's okay right now, but that hurt."
He was fully inserted and about to lose his load when he felt her relax, raise her knees and squeeze him. Fearing he might hurt her again he froze where he was and his cock screamed at him to do something. Suddenly she wrapped her long beautiful legs around him and he was done. She could feel the pulsing of his penis inside her and the hot juice it was spilling out flooded her channel.
"I can't stop it." He blurted out, almost crying. The embarrassment and the pain swallowed him up and he wanted to get out of her.
She continued to squeeze him with her legs and he tried again to withdraw.
"Don't pull out yet." She said as she tried to feel some pleasure in the moment.
Finally her legs relaxed and he fell out of her spilling his seed all over the bedspread.
"Wow, Betty, that was awesome. You are the best."
"Looks like we made a mess let me get something to clean up with."
She left the bed and went to the bathroom, retrieved a washcloth, wiped herself and then carried it back to the bed. She gently cleaned him and then started cleaning up the bedclothes.
He had rolled into the center of the bed and by the time she finished he was snoring like an old man.
Gee this is romantic, she thought to herself.
The end result was disappointing for her, no orgasm, and no tenderness or after glow. Nothing she had ever heard about sex happened. Something must be missing, she thought.
They continued the relationship, studied hard and both succeeded at graduating from UVA law school. The sex however, never got better. They talked about it some, but he never seemed interested in doing anything but poking her, cumming and going to sleep afterwards. Occasionally he would try to stimulate her with a finger but it was lackluster and always ended with her getting poked and filled with cum.
One night she decided to try something different and began to massage his dick with her hand. He of course responded and she continued to tease him. Then she moved up and put him in her mouth. She had no sooner lowered her lips over the head and began to suck when he exploded. Betty got her first taste of a man's spuge and it was gross. It was hot, salty and just bad tasting. She spit it out, all over his stomach. Of course that ended the nights lovemaking and he was soon asleep while she lay in bed rubbing her clit wondering how to get herself off.
Betty was lamenting her difficulties with Tom to one of her girl friends in the cafeteria one day and Gail said she might be able to help.
