It had been three days since Betty's encounter with Bill. The events of their meeting had been on her mind a lot since then. Almost constantly, in fact. And that was her problem. Admitting to herself that she, a married woman, had deliberately seduced one of the neighborhood boys caused the blood to rush to her cheeks. But what caused her even more consternation was that her cheeks weren't the only place the blood rushed to. If she allowed herself to dwell on the details of that afternoon, her nipples stiffened and her panties turned into a swamp.
She'd been a very horny woman before she'd seduced Bill. And afterwards her horny little twat had been very satisfied. The trouble was that feeling hadn't lasted nearly long enough. When Betty woke up the next morning her sweet little pussy was very sore. Even though they'd only had sex one time, Bill had a very large, heavily veined cock and he'd pumped her with it for a solid 45 minutes, something she'd never experienced before. Her husband, when he was still having sex with her, never lasted for longer than 3 minutes and she had never had an orgasm with him.
Now, however, the soreness had left and it was replaced by an ache down deep in her belly. Betty needed more fucking. Lots more fucking. The vision of first seeing his cock as it sprang from his shorts loomed into her minds eye. It had swung across his hip then centered, pointing directly at her. Her mouth watered as her lips parted. What a beautiful cock it was; red, angry and needing Betty to appease it's atavistic fury.
After a long abstinence she had been only too happy to offer up her hungry little pussy for sacrifice to his fleshy monolith. But when she first wrapped her hand around it the heft and girth of Bill's cock filled her with doubt and a little fear. How would she be able to accommodate this gorgeously rigid shaft without being split in two? Yet her own aching need had been so compelling that she had guided that fantastic tool between her legs of her own volition. She recalled with vivid clarity the sensation of first feeling the distended, glistening purple orb of Bill's cock tip as it parted the lips of her wanton little pussy. Her cuntal lips had devoured with relish every heavily veined inch of his shaft; tingled with joy as she'd stretched further for him than any man ever. She eagerly met him thrust for........Damnit! She was doing it again! Betty stirred from her reverie to find herself with one hand between her legs and the other cupping a tit.
The whole incident had been JoAnne's doing anyway. JoAnne was Sarah's Mother. She'd divorced her husband in Chicago and Moved to Lauderdale By The Sea with her three daughters. Alimony and child support allowed her to live a life of ease which she took full advantage of. Freed of the social constraints that being a banker's wife imposed on her she launched herself and her daughters into a Bohemian lifestyle.
JoAnne routinely had a boyfriend a decade or more her junior though none seemed to last long. And she had no problem with her daughters having over night visitors. This resulted in her laying in bed many nights listening to Bill fuck her eldest, Sarah, to a fair the well in the room next to hers. She took great delight in this and shared such details as she was able to glean from Sarah with her best friend, Betty. In fact, only two things kept her from taking Bill for herself, her daughters' connection with him, and the fact that he was only eighteen.
Bill's youth made him inexperienced. So JoAnne's overt friendliness only registered on him as just that. He couldn't know that many nights, while he was treating Sarah to another merciless fucking, her Mother lay in her bed naked, the sheets flung off her in the hot Florida night, fingering herself to orgasm as she dreamed of him leaving Sarah asleep and coming to her room. He had no idea that if he'd decided on such an adventure, he'd have met with little resistance.
Betty dialed Joanne's number. She would, of course, have to file a full report of her tryst with Bill. JoAnne answered "Hello" and the first words from Betty were "You fucking bitch".
JoAnne, more amused than shocked said "Why Betty, such language".
"Humph, and who are you to talk" from Betty. "Anyway, it happened and you've ruined my life".
"What happened"?
"Well, Sarah's friend, Bill called me a couple of days ago. Asked if he could come over for a swim".
JoAnne was all ears. "Oh, and did he enjoy his swim?"
"Well, we never made it down to the pool."
"Really?. A long pause from JoAnne. "Betty, you didn't!"
"I did." Betty exhaled. "Yes, I sure did. And you were right Jo. He's hung like a stud pony and he knows just what to do with it."
"Oh my God, Betty!" As impact of this news washed over JoAnne she was flushed with a need to know every detail and a great deal of envy. "How did it happen?"
Betty launched into a luridly detailed account of how she had contrived a need to move boxes off the shelf in her bedroom. How each time Bill reached for another box she was able to look up the leg of his cutoffs to see his cock from her position down on the floor. JoAnne listened intently as Betty told of her judiciously selected clothes that were both tight and revealing. The bra, a cup size too small, so that her ample breasts filled it to over flowing. Shorts so tight and short she could barely get into them and wouldn't dare wear them in public.
"Betty, you little whore"
"You know how long it's been for me, JoAnne. When I looked up and saw that slab of meat peeking out the leg of his shorts, I almost passed out."
"Is it that big?"
"Huge, JoAnne. Huge. I was so tender the next day is was uncomfortable to sit down."
"So, how did you get him to make a move?"
"Every time he handed me a box I tucked my elbows in as I reached for it. He couldn't take his eyes off my boobs. He got harder each time he passed me a box."
"So?"
"I couldn't stand it anymore. As he reached for another box, I bumped the stool he was standing on and he lost his balance. When he fell I made sure to fall on top of him. From there it was all down hill."
"Most guys that age come right away."
"Not him, Jo. The kid's got a real talent. That's part of the reason for my call. That slab of meat hanging on him is all I can think about. I want him again but I don't think he's going to make the next move and I don't have his number."
"Well, I have it right here. Ready to write?"
*****
Betty dialed Bill's number. "Hello." His voice husky from sleep.
"Hi Bill. I'm sorry to wake you."
"OH, hi Betty. It's okay. I need to get up anyway." He yawned and stretched. "So, what's up?"
"I thought that maybe if you weren't busy today you might like to come over."
"So, you have some more boxes to move?"
"No, you little smart ass, I don't have any more boxes to move. And don't get smug with me. You had as good a time as I did."
"I certainly did, Betty. I certainly did."
"Then why did you make me call you?"
"Well....I, uh"
"Never mind. Just come over. And hurry up. You already made me wait three days."
As he hurried through his shower, Bill reflected on his good fortune. He hadn't called Betty because he thought that their having sex had been some sort of accident. He'd no idea that she'd planned for it to happen. As his mind recalled the events of that day, his cock began to stiffen. With an effort he pushed those thoughts away and finished getting ready.
The short walk to Betty's condo went quickly. But it was made more difficult by a very persistent semi erection. No matter how much he sublimated, he was very shortly going to be screwing a very attractive woman. At his age that prospect was enough.
Pool side at the condo, he was rinsing the street off his bare feet when he heard a woman's voice behind him. "Hello" the voice said.
As Bill turned to see who was speaking to him he was greeted by petite, attractive and slightly drunk little blonde. "I'm Beverly. I'm with the board." she said, as if he was supposed to know what the "board" was and be impressed by it.
Bill gave her his best smile and said "I'm Bill. I'm here to see a friend of mine."
Beverly was no more that 5'1' and maybe 105 pounds soaking wet, which she was, except for perfectly coifed hair which was rolled up in a twist at the back of her head. She had a plastic tumbler in her left hand that had brightly colored tropical fish on it. Both Beverly and the tumbler smelled faintly of alcohol. The tumbler was almost empty.
"May I ask who your friend is?" Beverly inquired as she rearranged her bikini. She had a disarming manner about her that was charming, distracting.
"Oh, Betty...uh she's in..."
"Yes, Betty" she broke in, still arranging that bikini "We live on the same floor. Why don't I ride up with you? I need to freshen up." It wasn't clear whether she was referring to her cocktail, herself or both.
"Sure" Bill said. He noted two very cute little dimples just above the bikini that contained her tiny, taught little ass as they headed to the elevator.
On the elevator Beverly pressed the appropriate floor and said "Are you good friends with Betty?" as she took a sip of her drink. Her manner was teasing, provocative.
"Well, I guess so. She had me up a few days ago to help her with some things."
"Umm, and I bet you were a lot of help." Again that teasing smile.
Bill just shrugged.
"And are you going to help her some more today?" still arranging that bikini she moved closer to Bill. "My place is at the other end of the building." she pursed her lips "Maybe you could come over and help me some time."
The elevator was incredibly slow. Beverly's proximity and flirtatiousness were increasing his arousal. They were definitely having a moment. She pressed her palm to his chest. The moment was about to turn into a kiss when the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
