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Chapter 4

Betty Frank was worried. She felt she had lost some kind of communication with her two stepchildren. This bothered her, because she wanted to be on good terms with everyone in the household.

It was while Susan was Reverend Trash-man's, and her husband had gone to the corner grocer-open seven days a week-that Betty chanced to hear sounds coming from David's bedroom. She peered in and saw part of David's naked body lying on his bed. The rest was hidden by a high headboard. But what she saw was enough to convince her her stepson was becoming a man. He was jerking on his hard penis, a phallic extension only slightly shorter and thinner than his father's, and he was moaning and groaning as he masturbated.

Quietly easing herself out of the room, she waited until Ira Frank came home, then took him aside and said, "I'd like to talk to you about David."

"Sure," Ira nodded. "What's the problem?"

"Davey is starting to grow up. I saw him masturbating, today."

"Good," Ira nodded. "It's a healthy sign."

"True," Betty agreed. "But it won't be long before he wants to become sexually involved with girls. Heaven only knows what might happen. He has to be taught to take precautions so the girls won't become pregnant. Most important, he has to be made to understand he can bring a girl home and use his own bedroom. We don't want him caught with his pants down behind some bush."

"Just what are you suggesting?" Ira wanted to know.

"I think I should be allowed to show Davey the right way to do things," Betty told him.

"Hey now, I'm the last man in the world to deprive you of something you really want, but we're only married three days. You're already going to give yourself to Davey?"

"Ira, it's because he's your son that I want your permission. Otherwise I would just go ahead and do it. I mean, you know this has nothing to do with us and how we feel about one another."

"I know," Ira Frank nodded.

"Let's be a real family in the true sense of the word. We both know love is very important. And there is no reason why I shouldn't give both, you and Davey, every conceivable kind of love I'm capable of giving. Whatever love I give to Davey will not be taking any away from you."

"I realize that, honey," Ira answered, smiling. "Who knows? In time we may be able to make love to you jointly."

"I think that would be a wonderful idea. I'm glad I waited for you, Ira. No other man would be as understanding."

"It's easy to be understanding with a woman like you," he said warmly, and Betty knew he meant it. "If you feel Davey is ready for the facts of life, you go ahead and teach them to him. Just keep that sweet little hole ready for me, after."

"All of me is ready for you any time you want me," she assured him, and he felt the sincerity of her remark warm him.

"When will you proceed?"

"Tomorrow. It's Susan's late day. Davey will be home from school a good hour and a half before her."

"Fine. The two of you will have the house to yourselves, then."

The following day, at two thirty, Davey came home from his last class in the eighth grade and dropped his books on the hall table near the front door.

"Hi," Betty said. She was wearing a simple blue dress clinging tightly to her ample figure. If Davey was growing up as fast as she believed, she knew he would be affected by it.

"Oh, hi Betty," he said, smiling a little. But Betty recognized the way he had forced the smile.

"Come on into the kitchen for some milk and a piece of pie."

"I'm not hungry," he whispered, and she saw him redden as the bulge in his groin became evident.

"Something is bothering you, Davey," she said. "Suppose you and I go upstairs and talk about it."

"Upstairs?"

"In your bedroom. It's clean. I made the bed. Or would you prefer my bedroom."

"Gee, I dunno. I mean… "

"Come on," she urged, putting an arm around his shoulders. Tm not so terrible. You can talk to me."

She guided him up the stairs and into his bedroom, shutting the door as she said, "We want to talk privately, without being interrupted."

There was a tremor in her voice which hinted at her own nervousness, but Davey was too shaken up to notice.

She had reached over his shoulder to shut the door, and now her arm came down on his. A sudden jolt of electricity buzzed through her body as she found herself swaying on her feet.

"Hey Betty, be careful," Davey whispered, reaching out and grabbing her by the waist.

He guided her toward the bed, but before either could sit, Betty brought her lips level with those of Davey and lightly kissed him. The pent-up passion in the boy suddenly released itself. He pushed his mouth against hers fiercely, flattening her aching, swollen breasts against his own chest. One of his hands reached down as if of its own free will, and pressed against her asscheeks, hard, pushing her crotch into his cock. He jammed his tongue between her gasping lips, stroking it smoothly and deftly against hers, as if he'd done such things all his life. The hot wet caress of tongue on tongue made both shiver violently before Davey broke the kiss and tried pulling away.

"Don't go," she whispered almost harshly, holding him to her. "Stay with me, Davey."

"I can't," he muttered. "It's wrong, Betty. You belong to my dad."

"I don't belong to anyone," she responded. "Your dad and I love one another. But neither of us owns the other."

"But what we're thinking is evil," he shuddered.

"I'm glad you said we're thinking it, Davey. It means you're thinking it, too. And no, it isn't evil, because evil has to do with the hurting of people and things, and what you and I want to do has nothing to do with hurting. You know that, don't you?"

"I guess. Still, my mom always used to talk about how wicked it was to do things like this unless one wanted to make babies. And I know you can't make any babies."

"Davey," Betty whispered, cupping his face in both hands. "All I know is I have a very strong feeling for you. And I'm sure you have just as strong a feeling for me. The real evil would be in doing nothing. Then we're both hurt."

"Gosh, I dunno… "

Betty moaned softly and wrapped his body in her arms. He was so slim, still a young boy, but she could feel the pressure of his hardened cock, and remembering what it had looked like the previous late afternoon, she knew there were men with phallic wands not nearly as big. It pressed against the confinement of his pants in an urge to get out. Betty pressed her own groin against it, rolling her body around and around, realizing he was no longer pulling away.

What a wonderful prick, she thought. What an absolutely wonderful prick. Stiff with the solid hardness of youth, avidly pulsating against the softness of my own pubic mound; against the ardent need of my lusting cunt. Yes, there was lust in Betty for the boy. There had to be or she would never have wanted to make love with him. But there was no shame in this lust. It was a healthy, natural animal instinct. Betty recognized it as such. And coupled with the love she felt for him as Ira's son, she knew she wanted him more than ever. Perhaps it was this very youth of his that made him so attractive to her. Not that Ira was in any way old. He had been marvelous. But Davey had youth.

Her hands were caressing him gently, touching one sensitive zone after another as she fell back on the bed, pulling the boy with her. Even before they'd hit, her hands were busy tugging at his belt and yanking down the zipper of his pants. The cool sheets came up and pressed into her back, and caught as she was between the coolness of the sheets and the heat of his body, her own body exulted. She was going to be fucked by this wonderful boy, this son of the man she loved. It thrilled her all the more, knowing she was doing it to properly introduce him to all the wonders of sex. When the time came for him to date girls, he wouldn't fumble like some dumb amateur, but would know what to do, when to do it, and how best to perform. And he would have her to thank for it.

Writhing and rotating her body, she managed to undo her dress and pull it off. By the time he had his undershorts off, she was out of her bra and panties. The heated youthfulness of his solid, slender cock was tightly gripped in her palm, throbbing there in all its anxiety. She caressed the hard penis, letting her fingers rove over the blunted knob, feeling the heavy leakage of oily emission being spurted out of the pinhead-sized hole. His wrinkled balls were still hair-free, and the feathery touch of her fingertips made them fairly leap in their excitement.

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked, feeling his eyes staring at her twin mounds of fleshy delight. They were nice, full orbs, with strong muscles that kept them from sagging.

Betty slowly pulled her stepson's face between the pillows of her breasts, and was rewarded to hear him gasp as her flesh surrounded his face. His anxious mouth, seeking and exploring, covered a nutlike nipple, then pursed themselves around her aureole as his tongue licked wetly and hungrily across the enlarging nubbin. Then he began sucking and pulling with his lips, much as he must have in his infancy, when nursing at a bottle. His mother had insisted on not allowing him to suckle at her tits, afraid his subconscious mind would store away memories for the future.

"Ohhhhh, Davey," she whispered. "Oh sweet Davey. You're a natural lover. There's nothing childish about the way you're doing things. Ahhhhhh, yes that feels so go-o-o-o-d!"

His lips continued their vibrant sucking, orally making love to her enlarged nipple. His hands roved, filling his palms with the flesh of the cheeks of her buttocks, slowly sliding into the indentation between her thighs, touching the crispness of her short pubic hair.

"Gee!" he gasped into the valley between her mountainlike breasts. "I've been dreamin' about touching a cunt for such a long time, now. And when you married dad, I used to lay awake in my bed here, wonderin' what it'd be like to feel your cunt"

"Yes, sweet boy," she murmured, kissing his forehead.

"Well, I feel kinda scared and all…"

"Press it into the palm of your hand," she insisted, her own body trembling with licentious desire. "Cup it, feel it with your fingers, press against the lips, slide a finger between them and move it up and down. Feel how much I want you, Davey. Let your fingers feel how much my cunt needs you."

"Golly," he breathed. "It feels so slippery and wet, and yet so warm and soft."

Betty writhed her body a little, stroking her hands over his shoulders and down his back as she whispered, "Push your middle finger between my cuntlips, right into the hole there. Yes, yes, that's the… ahhhhhhhhhhh… right into my sucking cunt… ooooooooh… yessssssss… feel how hot I am inside. I'm hot for want of you, you sweet, warm, wonderful boy. I know it's tight in there, but try moving your finger around. Feel how soft and slurpy it is in there. Feel it good, Davey, because soon you're going to put this wonderful prick of yours in the same place, and we're both going to take a trip to heaven."

"Gee, I wanna do it," Davey murmured. "I'm kinda scared, that's all. Betty. You'll help me, won't you? You'll help me?"

"Of course," she murmured, exhaling. "Of course, you dear, sweet wonderful boy."

Her hand reached down for his throbbing penis and she clung to it with the tenacity of a leech as she raised one leg over his slender, youthful body and pressed her throbbing vagina right up against his pelvis. Slowly she steered the blunted point of his anxious cock to the entrance of her hungry cunnus. Then she placed the pulsing point into the slick, fiery gash, and then hunched her body forward, rotating her buttocks at the same time.

Thrill chased icy thrill through her body as the rigid cock smoothly worked its way into the sweet resistance of her succulent pussy, slowly pressing up and in until the entire length was sheathed in her belly. Every last little bit of hard cockflesh was buried inside her, and she even felt the swell of his youthful balls as they rested snugly against the leaking lips of her slavering sex. Her asscheeks automatically clenched.

God! It was so good, so good. And what she was doing she was doing with her husband's blessing. There was no fright in her, no fear of jealousy emanating from her spouse. Her husband's wonderful son had his virgin rod totally buried in the seething depths of her squirming quim, and she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he blasted off. After all, this was his first time.

Pressing her knees into the bed on either side of him to keep her balance, Betty reached down with her palms and squeezed his two asscheeks. Gripping them tightly, she rose a little, then violently slammed her body down against his, driving the velvet glove of her cunt over his steel rod again and again, gyrating and bouncing wildly.

"Y-yes David," she gasped. "Do it. F-fill me f-full of that w-w-onderful cock. Fill me with it again and again… unnnhhhhhh… shove that wonderful meat into me until I black out… "

Davey gripped Betty's ass tightly as she bounced, determined to keep her gaffed on his squirming meat, thrusting uncertainly up into her seething box.

"Is… uhhhh… this the… uhhh… right way… " Davey gasped. "Am I doing… uuhhhhh… it… oooooooh… right?"

"Just perfect," she groaned. "Terrific, David. Don't be… uhhhh… afraid. You can't… ahhhhh… hurt me you sweet, wonderful… ohhhhhh… young fucker… you… ram it in very hard, hard, hard… " And she accentuated each hard by slamming her hips down on the solid body beneath hers, puffing and gasping.

"It's good… " he told her, breathing heavily, himself.

"Keep doing it… keep fucking it up into me… yes… yes… yes… "

"Love you, Betty… " the boy gasped, saying words she longed to hear.

He increased his strong fucking into her as his saliva got caught in his throat. His fingers all but tore into the soft flesh of her delicate ass as he sledge hammered his hips straight up into her down thrusting vagina. There was no doubt he would be popping his load at any moment now. She hoped he could somehow or other hold it back just a little longer, allowing her to reach her own culmination.

"Just think," she whispered. "We're really all part of one big happy family, now."

"Won't… uhhh… my father… get mad?" Davey wanted to know.

"Your father… " she gasped, "is one man in a hundred million. He knows my needs and he understands them, just as I… uhhhhh… know his… "

To think, at any moment now she would be taking his virgin wad into her cunt. How wonderful. She had never had a man or a boy's cherry before. Every man who had ever fucked her had been "experienced". Her own cherry had been taken by her uncle many years before. He had visited her while she had been in bed, recovering from a virus. Her parents had gone out for a short while, and before she knew it, his hand was up her twat, tickling her, making her all kinds of promises if she allowed him to stick his thing into her.

But now she was getting her own virgin blast. Soon it would erupt in the hot, slick confines of her gooey cunt. Yes, yes, his first come in a woman, and she was that woman. How thrilling!

"I… uhhh… feel it coming, Betty… " he gasped. "Can't control it any… uhhhh… more… "

"Don't hold it back," she encouraged, bouncing on his pelvis all the faster. "Let that hot load come streaming into me. I can't wait to feel the burning geyser of your hot come fill me up. Come, David, come!"

His nails scratched her asscheeks, they were digging so tightly into them. He rammed his pelvis up against hers with vibrant anxiety, aching to shoot his load into her teeming twat.

Then his body suddenly stiffened and he felt his breath constrict in his throat as his hard cock flexed itself, expanding and swelling way out of proportion to the way it had all the times he'd beat off. And then he released a river of heavy white semen, flooding her tight pussy channel.

Burning, oily cream thundered against the mouth of her uterus. The gush of flaming lava splashed against the shuddering walls of her aching cunt. Betty's body thrilled to the youthful blasts roaring through her, enjoying the knowledge hers was the first cunt he had filled.

"God!" he gasped, and then, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhwwwwwwwwwowwwwwwwwwww!"

"Good?" she asked, still riding his spurting prick, praying it would remain stiff a little longer.

"Fantastic," he all but screamed, his hands still gripping her asscheeks as she continued her ride.

"Don't shrink, yet," she begged. "Please don't shrink, yet. Keep it up there… uhhhhhhhhhh… David. I need to come… I need to come," "I'll… uhhhh… try… " he gasped as she lay on him, pressing her swollen breasts into his youthful face.

She felt him pumping hard, stuffing his weakening phallus into her with stronger thrusts, impaling her inundated, burning hole on the wonder of his probing prick.

Betty reached down and felt for his balls. Her fingers found them and she began delicately squeezing them, feeling the way some of his come juice had slid down his shaft onto the sac. She rubbed the cream into his flesh as his solid cock continued slurping in and out of the tight hole between her sucking labia.

Christ! She had never been this hot before in her life. It was the youth of the boy that was turning her on, so. Not that she could feel less love for her husband, but she was feeling a new, growing love for the youth inside her, her husband's son.

She remembered that first time with her uncle. He must have known something about her she didn't know at the time, such as the fact she came from a long line of very, very hot women on her mother's side. When he had sat on the edge of her bed and pulled the covers back, she felt thrilled rather than ashamed. When he had wordlessly put his hand under her nightie, she had automatically opened her thighs to him. He had pushed the nightie back, then had lowered his face and had started licking her hairless cunt. She could have screamed, but she was aware there was no one else in the house. All the screaming in the world wouldn't have done a bit of good. Besides, she liked the feeling of her uncle's tongue on her cunt. It made her feel stimulated in ways she had never known before.

She had opened her thighs more widely as he changed his position, literally scooping her two asscheeks up in his large hands. Then he had feasted at her cunt the way a hog would eat at a trough, gobbling noisily, yet making her feel so good she barely heard any of his sounds.

He had know when she had come. Her body had spasmed madly, arching itself up, forcing her pubes against his face again and again as she spurted her lubricity into his face. His licking tongue somehow or other managed to gobble in all the wonderful juices she had splashed out of her.

And when she was finished coming, she lay there quietly while her uncle pulled out his throbbing, pulsating cock, and kneeled between her thighs to push it into her. He had been very large, and she had been such a small girl, his cock had really hurt her that first time. And when he'd shot his load into her, she felt it sear her insides. He pulled out of her without giving her any more pleasure, but she had understood from his actions that she could be made to enjoy it, too. And so she had searched over the years to find a man to bring her as much satisfaction from fucking as she had received from her uncle's mouth that one time.

Other men had brought her to climaxes, though none had really cared whether or not she came, as long as they came. And some of the orgasms were every bit as good as the one her uncle had given her with his mouth. But there had always been something missing, something she had seen in his eyes. It was something she had not been able to retrieve even with Ira Frank, though the things she did achieve with him more than made up for that one, missing thing.

But now, as she rode Davey's throbbing, emptying prick up and down, she knew what that thing was. Her uncle's eyes had fairly bulged with delight at shooting his load into her virgin cunt. And now she felt wonderful at having a virgin wad spurting into her pussy. It put a stronger edge on her own approaching climax. If only David could keep his erection a second or two longer.

The wonderful sensations were building inside her, flowering out from the middle of her vagina, spreading through her shaking, pillarly thighs, then right up into the very core of her being. Every stroke of David's shrinking cock still managed to somehow or other touch the roof of her vagina; the upper inside wall where all her nerve-endings lay. Her knees dug more tightly into his sides, writhing madly with every hard thrust, taking his shriveling cock as far up into her yearning chasm as it could go.

"Yessssss… " she hissed. "Yessssss… I'm coming, coming, I can feel it building, coming… oh Goddddddd… you wonderful boy, I can feel your wiggling cock inside, making me commmmmm… aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrraaaaaggghhh!"

His gooey prick was slamming ever-faster into her sopping box as their pelvic bones literally shuddered against one another. He could feel the insides of her thighs rubbing his balls, making him shudder with delight. Her breasts rubbed themselves across his face again and again. Finally he opened his mouth and sucked one right in, biting hard on the nipple, enhancing her orgasm all the more. Her nails tore at his sides.

She peaked madly, insanely, wonderfully, stuffing what was left of his erection into her sopping pussy again and again, slamming her asscheeks heavily against his thighs as vibrant shudders burned their way through her cunt again and again.

It was over too soon as far as she was concerned. Davey had been willing to try one more time, but she knew Susan was due home from school, and the time was not right for Susan to learn about what she had done with Davey.

She toppled over and lay beside him on the bed for a few minutes, overjoyed at having been the first one to have David's young cock in her tight cunt. Odd, but she had fulfilled the one childhood ambition she'd always had, and now she could relax.