Betsy Bowman is a large and very attractive woman in her late thirties, and there is nothing she loves more than being between two men, with one cock in her pussy and the other in her ass. Whenever she feels the need to participate in such a double penetration, she knows what to do about it. Betsy calls me, knowing I will go over to visit her and fill one pleasure hole and that I will bring a horny guy with me to simultaneously fill the other one.
That was what happened last Saturday. I got a call from her on Friday evening asking if I could please come over to see her the next morning and bring some hung stud with me, because she felt the need to be part of her favorite sexual arrangement. It was too late to do anything that evening, but I told her I would be over to see her on Saturday morning, and I and another man would take care of her needs.
"Thanks, George," she responded. "I know I can count on you to take care of one hole and bring somebody to take care of the other."
"Do you want me to eat your pussy first?" She knew I was joking, because that is always the first thing I do when we get together, eat her out while the other man or men lick and suck her big, luscious breasts.
"Quit teasing me, George. You know as well as I do what I like. I'm even going to shave tomorrow morning, and you know how that makes it better for both of us too."
I did, of course, and told her so. After hanging up, I started calling men I know who would want to go with me. Finding a willing man should have been easy, because almost any guy would want to be involved in a sex party with Betsy, but not everybody would be available, especially on such short notice. On my second try, I talked to Sam, and he said he would be very happy to join me. He has been with me to call on this hotsy before, and he knows what a great time we would have.
"I better get to bed then, George," he added. "I'm going to need plenty of rest before I go with you tomorrow, because I expect to be pretty tired by the time the day is over. I sure hope I am."
"You and me both. Tired and happy."
The next day, well-rested and clean-shaven, except for my mustache, I picked up Sam at his apartment and drove over to call on Betsy. When I pressed the button under her name by the front door, she asked who was calling.
"George and Sam," I answered.
"Oooo, good. I really need you guys. You know where my apartment is, so come on up."
We heard the buzzer telling us the door was unlocked; Sam pulled it open and we hurried to the elevator. Impatiently, we rode up until we reached her floor and started down the hall. I saw her smiling round face looking at us from her open doorway and, when we entered her apartment, she pulled us both inside and double-locked the door behind us. Once that was taken care of, Betsy hugged us both and we took turns kissing her, thrusting our tongues into her mouth and feeling her greet us there too. I really loved the feeling of Betsy in my arms, because she has such a great figure, with big breasts and a round, curvaceous ass. Her face is pretty too, with shoulder-length dark brown hair, green eyes and a clear complexion.
She was wearing a colorful bathrobe but, after breaking off the kissing, she pulled it off and we saw, as I had expected, she had been naked under it. We sat down in handy chairs and removed our shoes and socks and all of us hurried into her bedroom, where her queen-sized bed awaited us. She lives by herself, but has such an active sex life she needs the large bed to accommodate her groups of men friends.
Betsy likes to undress me, and I have no problem letting her do it. She started by unzipping my jacket, pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. My shirt was unbuttoned and treated the same way and, when I was naked above the waist, she got to her knees and pulled down my pants and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. After Betsy kissed my stiff cock, she got back to her feet, and I kicked my last garments in the general direction of the others. Sam was left to undress himself, which he did quickly. He is much younger than I am, a tall, muscular African American with short hair and a mustache. Sam was naked before I was, and he stood waiting for Betsy to lie down so we could start the party going full blast. She smiled at the sight of his erect cock, and gave him some words of encouragement.
"Don't worry, Sammy. We're all going to have fun before the day is over." He already knew that, but he would be somewhat left out on the first fun thing we would be doing.
She lay on her back with a pillow under her head, and Sam knelt beside her, cupping a succulent breast in either hand. I climbed onto the bed too and, when Betsy felt the mattress shaking, she raised and spread her legs for me, and I ducked under them. She couldn't see me with the other man between us, but she felt my shoulders and rested her legs on them. I wrapped my arms around her plump and lovely thighs and gazed, enraptured, at the beautiful pussy I was about to begin licking.
As she had told me she would, Betsy had shaved that morning, and her skin was clear and creamy, right up to the edges of her pink slit. Although she was horny and wanted to fuck, her level of arousal was not yet very high, but I could see her inner pussy lips starting to blossom through that sweet pink aperture, and I knew they would soon be swollen and bright red. Wanting to get them to that point, I started licking one of her soft outer lips. Seconds later, I felt her squirming under me from what Sam and I were doing for her breasts and pussy.
Betsy is really sweet besides being a beauty, and I love giving her sexual thrills, not to mention how much pleasure I derive from it. Her clean-shaven lip felt like a warm satin pillow under my tongue, but alive and vibrant, and I slowly licked all the way to her Mount of Venus, where I kissed her. I really love eating out women like Betsy; they know what men like and don't try to look like fashion models or Ally McBeal or somebody like that. I also love how much she relishes it. By the time I was through licking off all the fresh nectar, her pussy was writhing under my face.
I started up the other lip, which felt like the first one, and Betsy's responses were becoming more active. By the time I kissed her mons again, her pussy was starting to fuck up into my face, which is a truly wonderful feeling. I raised my face, very briefly, from what I was doing, but I couldn't see much. Usually, I like to see how my lady friend is reacting to my eating her pussy, but Sam's shoulders and head were in the way. Judging by the movements of her lower body and her moans of bliss, we were giving her a great time.
"Don't stop, George. Keep eating my pussy," she exclaimed while my face was briefly away from where she thought it should have been.
I didn't need to be told twice or to waste mouth time answering her, because that was exactly what I wanted to do anyhow. I resumed by licking between an inner and outer lip, starting between their origins, where her skin is extremely soft and smooth and very sensitive. My tongue had just started caressing her there when she let me knew I was back to doing what she wanted.
"Yeah! Yeah! Right there. Lick my there! And you, keep sucking my titties," she demanded of Sam, who was also happy to comply.
I may have been even happier, because I had reached the point where Betsy's lips were close together, and I canted my head to thrust my tongue between them. The beauty and the aroma and the flavor of her pussy are delights to my senses, as are the sounds of pleasure she is unashamed of making, but my sense most pleased is that of touch. I had truly loved the feel against my mouth of her outer labia, but the most delightful sensation so far was the combination of her slick outer lip and her spongy inner one on my tongue.
It felt so good I took even longer than I usually considered reasonable to lick those heavenly places, covering the same area many times over. By the time I reached the end of her inner lip, Betsy's hips were swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back over my shoulders like a pair of pistons. Once again, I briefly raised my head and saw how her clit had completely pushed its way out from under its protective hood and resembled a lovely lustrous pearl. I didn't keep my face away too long, because eating Betsy's pussy is so much more delightful that looking at her, but she did interrupt her loud, blissful sounds to tell me what she wanted.
"Lick my clit, George. Make me cum! I need to cum!"
When her excitement reached its apex, I would do more than that, but it had not quite reached that level yet. I quickly devoured the feast of nectar her pink hole had produced for me and started licking between the other pair of inner and outer lips. I treated these the same way, and it was even more fun because of the increased activity of Betsy's lower body. Besides her pussy seeming to try to wrap itself around my face and the gushing juices and the swiveling hips, her thighs had turned slightly outward. This presented her pussy more fully to my mouth than it had been and, after my tongue has sluiced up all the juices she had just produced, I opened my mouth wide and started sucking her clit.
As soon as my mouth made contact with that engorged morsel, her movements became even wilder. She rammed her pussy into my face and her legs pistoned faster over my shoulders. I clung tightly to her thighs and kept my lips snugly clamped onto the base of her clit and, while I sucked, my tongue caressed the engorged sides and tops. She continued exhorting me to suck her clit which, considering that was what I was doing, was rather redundant.
After less than a minute, Betsy started cumming, and her movements were more frenetic than ever. Sam was holding her upper body in place, or she might have thrown me and herself all the way off the bed. Her legs gripped my head and swung back and forth, while she continued warbling of her delights in what I was doing. When she climaxed, all Betsy's muscles clenched, and she rammed her pussy against my face for an ultimate time before totally relaxing and sagging onto the bed.
