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CHAPTER EIGHT

After her marathon fucking with Ted and Jim, Bette was finally sated. It was a new experience for her. She had always been at least slightly horny. But now she wasn't at all. In fact, she was slightly sore. Her hips and back hurt a little, and her cunt was tender.

It was nice to sit at the kitchen table having tea and toast and being completely satisfied. The sun shining in the windows and the music on the radio made Bette feel even more content.

As she, sat, she noticed something strange out the window. A red disk of some sort was rising up into the air, then lowering out of sight. Could it be a UFO?

Bette went to the window and peered out. It was Del playing with a Frisbee. Bette had never seen anyone play with a Frisbee as Del did. He was alone, and he would make the Frisbee spin, toss it up into the air, and catch it on one finger, keeping it spinning. Sometimes he would turn around before catching the disk, and sometimes he would toss it up from beneath his lifted leg.

She watched for a long time before she realized that she hadn't even thought about Del as a horny kid with a hard prick, which he undoubtedly was. She felt free of those slavishly lascivious thoughts now, free to enjoy life without the constant, nagging need to soothe her lust.

What a pleasure it was to simply live a life without thinking about sex, Bette told herself. And she decided to enjoy this freedom while it lasted, for she knew it was only temporary.

Her tired and sore bones cried out for a hot bath. So she finished her tea at the window, still watching the lithe boy next door. Then she strolled to her bathroom, enjoying the feeling of her silk robe fluttering around her legs without the distracting sensation of lust to spoil that pure and simple pleasure.

As she walked through the bathroom door, she wiggled out of her robe and let it fall dramatically behind her. She turned on the water in the large sunken tub and enjoyed the sound of it and the way the steam filled the bathroom. There was a full-length mirror reflecting her body, and she admired her naked self in purely aesthetic terms until the mirror steamed up, obliterating her reflection.

The thick, warm steam felt wonderful caressing her flesh. And when she turned off the water, the silence was beautiful.

"Ahhhhh!" she sighed as she sat down slowly in the hot water.

Arranging an inflatable pillow behind her head and stretching out her legs, Bette luxuriated in aquatic splendor.

She'd never dreamed that so much pleasure was possible divorced from sex. Of course, it had taken sex, lots of it in fact, to bring her to this state of repose.

She was glad to be free for a while from lust. As she lay in the tub, caressed by the soothing water, she appreciated how her tits floated without giving her distracting sensations of lust. And the hot water surrounding her thighs and lapping against her cunt felt terrific without arousing sexual longings. Even when she spread her legs, letting the water enter her cunt, the effect was soothing rather than stirring.

Oh, what glorious simple pleasures.

Bette opened her thighs wider, letting more water flow into her cunt. But the flow was one way. No juice was being secreted now in her innocent state of grace. The water merely bathed the sore and abused lips of her pussy.

Out of habit, she lifted her hands to her tits and caressed them. But even this didn't set her passions on fire. Rather, she was able to enjoy the pure sensation of softness and weight of her tits as she held them. It was more like stroking a kitten or hefting a smooth rock.

Even when her nipples became erect, Bette felt only the good, clean joy of health and well-being. Rather than a pit of lust, her body was a temple of purity.

Then something struck the window above the tub. Bette's eyes lifted to catch the red disk as it fell from where it had hit the glass. It was the Frisbee, she knew, and Del would come to fetch it, no doubt.

In Bette's housing development, most of the homes had bathrooms without curtains on the windows. Rather, there were walls built around an area surrounding the window, and inside the walls were cactus and other plants. So from inside the bathroom, the view was of plants and the sky. This was one of Bette's favorite things about the house.

Now, though, the lack of curtains was going to expose her nakedness to Del when he hopped over the wall to get his Frisbee, and Bette was sure he would do that.

As she lay in the tub waiting for Del to appear, she experienced the fastest, most powerful change of mood she had ever known. Lust suddenly burst in her like a desert flower after a rain. Her heartbeats quickened, her skin melted.

It occurred to her that she could hop out of the tub and hide. But no sooner had this thought entered her mind than she drove it out.

She wanted Del to see her and she wanted much more than that, too!

The suspense was terrific. But she wasn't disappointed. Soon Del appeared over the fence and dropped down inside the walled area. As he came down, his eyes saw Bette's gorgeous body lying a few feet away from him.

His eyes, striking Bette's body like a flash of light, brought her lust to a boil. She gasped and so did Del.

Ordinarily, under such circumstances, a woman would scream and run to cover herself. But Bette wanted to send Del a different message. So she lay still, putting herself on display. When Del's eyes finally moved along her body to her face, Bette held him with her eyes.

First, she let her body relax. The angular lines formed by her elbows and knees smoothed into flowing shapes. Her thighs spread slightly, so slightly the motion would communicate directly with the boy's passion. The expression on Bette's face said a lot, too. Her eyelids lifted a tiny bit as though to ask the boy if he were ready for something interesting. And the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, letting him know that if he were interested, so was she!

Bette breathed deeply and slow. Her tits were mostly under water, but with every breath they rose so her stiff nipples and the surrounding tit-flesh broke the surface.

They had stared at each other long enough to know what was in each other's mind now. Bette felt confident that she had snared the boy and all she had to do was reel him in. She motioned for him to come in the back door.

Del looked at her disbelievingly for several more seconds. His tall frame swayed, his face a mask of lust. Then he quickly came to life and climbed over the wall.

Bette had a horrible thought. What if he wasn't coming in? What if he was on his way home, shocked and horrified at what she'd done?

But her fear was ended when she heard the back door opening. And with every footstep across her kitchen, her passion increased. By the time Del stood in the doorway of the bathroom, Bette was panting and her tits were causing ripples on the water as they rose and fell.

Del remained silent as he slowly approached the tub, his eyes unashamedly surveying Bette's body. She shifted positions, turning her crotch toward the boy and giving him a view of her pink cunt under the water.

"Want to join me?" Bette asked.

Still, Del remained silent. Bette felt queer having the silent visitor staring down at her. But when he began to undress, she felt a lot better – and a lot hornier.

As soon as Del pulled down his jeans, Bette could see the effect she'd had on him. His cock was stretching the front of his underpants away from his body. And when he lowered his underpants, Bette was greeted by a huge, powerful prick!

Del stepped into the tub and sat down facing Bette. His legs bumped against hers and his hard cock broke the surface of the water and throbbed.

"It's nice having company in the tub," Bette said.

Now that she'd gotten him to speak, Bette felt more comfortable. She moved toward him, wrapping her legs around his ass and pulling him toward her. Then she reached out with both hands and captured his cock.

"Huhhhh!" the boy gasped.

Having his cock in her grasp filled Bette with sexual greed. His prick was thick and long and its pulsing was strong and rhythmic.

"What a beautiful cock!" Bette cooed. "So nice! So big!"

Del began writhing, wiggling his ass on the bottom of the tub. Bette wondered if any other woman had ever handled him like this.

Bette sat straight up, then leaned forward. Her face lowered toward the swollen head of the boy's prick. She stuck out her tongue and gave the taut head a lick. Del trembled, which excited Bette even more.

A bit lower her head descended and her mouth opened. Del's prick head slipped between her lips, between her teeth, and nestled snugly in her mouth.

"Ohhhhh!" Del cried as he thrashed about, sending splashes as high as the window.

As she held the tip of his prick in her mouth, Bette reached between the boy's thighs and grabbed his balls. Then she moved her head about, giving his cock a good licking.

Nodding her head quickly, Bette slid his cock head over her tongue. Then Del began jerking his hips, thrusting his cock to the back of Bette's throat. A few seconds later, gobs of jism began gushing into her mouth.

"Ahhhhhh!" Del moaned as he sloshed about in the tub, writhing in ecstasy.

Bette swallowed several mouthfuls of cream and loved the taste of the stuff and the way it felt as it surged into her mouth. Since Del was a horny, young kid, she had no worry about his ability to continue fucking after this orgasm.

Only after sucking his cock clean did Bette lift her head, dropping the boy's prickhead from her mouth.

"God!" Del sighed as his prick collapsed and sank into the water.

"Ummmmm! I love sucking cocks," Bette said.

Her words were enough to start Del's prick rising again. He looked like a scarecrow that had been hit by a tornado, his dark hair hanging from his reclining head, his scrawny neck stretched, and his arms slung back over the sides of the tub. But his prick was rising to the surface again.

"It looks like you've only begun," Bette said, pointing to his prick.

"Yeah, I could go on," Del said hopefully.

"Well, let's go, then," Bette said and held her arms out to the boy.

Del splashed into Bette's arms. Whirlpools and tidal waves filled the tub as they kissed and groped at each other. With an eager grasp, Del fondled Bette's tits. She ran her hand down his back to a muscular ass cheek and gripped it as though her life depended on it. By now, Del's hard-on had renewed itself and was throbbing against Bette's belly. They drove their tongues into each other's mouth.

Del dropped his face to Bette's tits, which were underwater. So as he kissed and sucked them, he had to hold his breath. When he came up for air, Bette suggested they get out of the tub.

She crawled out first and sprawled ort the thick wall-to-wall carpeting, beads of water running down her body.

Del came after her and threw himself down on top of her. And when he sucked her tits again, he held them tightly and devoured them with uncontrolled passion.

With his face pressed to a heavy tit, Del reached down to Bette's crotch. She flinched as he squeezed her pussy a bit too hard. But it felt good to have her cunt massaged so vigorously after soaking it in the hot water.

Roughly spreading her cunt lips, Del stuck a finger into the soft, wet flesh within. Crudely he grappled with her cunt and inner hips, searching for her pussy.

It was clear that Del was new to this sort of thing. But his inexperience thrilled Bette. She felt like a teenager again, experimenting with the forbidden joys of her body.

"Ahhhhh!" Bette cried when Del poked his finger deep into her cunt.

His finger roamed her cunt, violating every corner, and giving Bette wild sensations of pleasure!

"Ohhhhh," she gasped. "Ummmm!" Del sucked Bette's tits, throwing his head from one to the other and gobbling greedily. His finger remained in Bette's pussy and she wiggled her hips so his finger moved about with greater speed and pressure. As Del fingerfucked her, Bette's clit was dragged around on the palm of his hand.

Bette could have lain there for hours having the inside of her pussy massaged. But she sensed that Del was eager to plug his prick into her juicy pussy. As she spread her legs wider, inviting him to fuck her, she longed to feel his mighty prick inside her.

"Get inside me," she whispered hoarsely.

The boy sprang into immediate motion. Pulling his finger from her pussy, he mounted her and lunged his prick at her gaping pussy lips.

Del's first lunge was off the mark. His fat cock head crashed against her cunt then slid up over her belly. Bette gasped, Del tried again and this time he was right on target. Bette caught his pricktip in her vulnerable pussy like a first basemen catches a line drive.

"Aaaaaaa!" she cried as the boy's shaft followed his prick head into her hot body.

"Ohhhhh!" Del cried as the sensation of burying his prick in a cunt filled him with joy.

Looking up at Del's face, Bette could see how he was affected by this. As much as she loved having a hard cock in her pussy, she could tell that Del loved it even more!

Then Del began pumping his prick. As Bette's cunt-lining was stroked and stretched, both of them went into ecstasy. Their voices filled the steamy bathroom with the music of passion. Their bodies writhed and strained to create as much motion between Del's prick and Bette's cunt as possible.

"Ohhhhhh, God!" Bette cried as Del's prick head repeatedly bounced against the far end of her pussy.

"Huhhhhh! Huhhhhh!" Del gasped as he drove his cock in and out of Bette's tender cunt.

Since Del had just delivered a load of jism into Bette's mouth, he was able to keep plowing his prick into her cunt without spilling Del's prick, her ecstasy mounted until she was almost hysterical.

Del let out a twisted, anguished moan that told Bette he was going to come. She'd been in the grip, of a wild orgasm for a while already, and she was ready to receive his gift.

Del pressed his face to Bette's as his body rocked with the spasms of a dizzying orgasm. His searing jism, rushing into Bette's cunt, put the cap on her climax, sending jolts of blinding pleasure through her.

They drifted in semi-awareness as they recovered from the exertions of sex when they were rudely jarred back into the real world by the chimes that meant someone was at the door.

Del began to get up, but Bette stopped him.

"Stay where you are, honey," she said.

The chimes sounded again, but then there was silence. The fuckers remained where they were. They even began to explore each other's body again. Bette ran her fingertips down Del's back, and Del played with one of Bette's soft ass cheeks.

She could feel his prick stiffening inside her a thrilling sensation! She knew she would soon be writhing in pleasure, and her cunt began to moisten.

When Del's prick was fully inflated, he began moving it, slowly at first, them faster. Before long, they were fucking up a storm again.

This time Del was even wilder. It seemed like the two previous orgasms had turned him into a madman for sex. He fucked Bette with all his might, sticking his prick in as deep as it would reach, then pulling it out until his cock, head lay between her delicate cunt lips. And he did this with as much speed and strength as he could.

The effect on Bette was immediate and profound. She was driven into a state of frenzy. Her cunt turned the physical stimulation into electric currents of pure bliss!

As Del crazily fucked Bette, his prick slipped out of her pussy. Then he fitted his cock back into her and continued with even more enthusiasm. But his prick slipped out again because he was making his strokes so long.

Bette froze, waiting for him to enter her again. He did, but in uncontrolled passion, he missed her cunt and he jabbed his prick at her asshole. His cock was wet, and so was Bette's asshole, so as Del lunged, his prick entered her ass and sailed deep inside her.

"Oooooo!" Bette cried, her eyes as big as saucers.

Del kept pumping his prick, reaching high up Bette's ass and then retreating.

After the action her cunt had had, this was a thrilling and kinky diversion. She didn't think Del had done it on purpose, in fact, she wasn't even sure if he knew his prick was up her ass rather than in her cunt. But that didn't matter. Either way Bette loved having her ass fucked.

Whether he knew where his prick was or not, Del was insane with lust, acting out his insanity by bucking his hips and driving his cock up Bette's ass.

Being fucked up the ass wouldn't make Bette come, she knew, but she didn't mind. The pleasure of this perversion was worth sacrificing an orgasm for. Besides, she could give herself an orgasm any time she wanted one.

Del's climax, when it finally struck, was awesome. Bette thought she could hear his bones rattling over the sound of his desperate wails.

"That was fun," Bette said, trying to see if the boy understood exactly what he had done to her.

"Yeah!" he sighed, not giving her a clue.

Then his prick slipped from her ass. Now she would never be sure if Del knew he had flicked her ass unless she asked him outright. It seemed a very strange question indeed, so she left it unasked.

The door chimes rang again. Del and Bette looked at each other, and again Bette told the boy to ignore it. But when there was a loud knocking at the back door, Bette could ignore the situation no longer. It occurred to her that the caller might be one of Del's parents.

"I'd better see who it is," Bette said. She got up and put on her robe, but before she left the bathroom, they heard the back door open.

"Bette, are you home?" a voice called – Jim's voice.

"My old man!" Del gasped.

"Don't panic," Bette said. "He won't find you in here. I'll keep him in the kitchen, and you slip out the door in my bedroom."

"He probably wants to fuck you again," Del said as he pulled on his underpants.

Bette was startled to hear that Del knew about her and his father. But there was no time now to ask him exactly what he knew.

"I'll be right there," Bette called as she left Del.

She caught Jim just in time. He was on his way to her bedroom. They embraced and kissed. Then Bette led him back into the kitchen.

"Want a cup of coffee?" Bette offered.

"Coffee? Hell no! I want you!"

"Oh, this isn't a good time," Bette said. "I'm expecting Ted home early."

"Well then we'd better not waste any time," Jim said as he came toward Bette.

"No, really, Jim," she said, fending him off. "I'm not at all in the mood."

Actually, the only thing keeping Bette from fucking Jim was the bit of morality that told her she shouldn't fuck a father right after fucking his son. Besides, there was jism running out of her cunt and asshole and dribbling down her thighs. She was a mess and needed another bath.

Suddenly, Jim stopped grappling for her. She saw his gaze move pest her and through the window. Bette felt a chill as she guessed what was happening. She turned around and saw what Jim did. Del was hopping over the backyard fence!

"What was he doing here?" Jim asked.

"Oh, he probably had to get his Frisbee. He's been throwing it around all morning and it sailed into my yard a few times."

"But he didn't have his Frisbee, and it looked like he came out of your bedroom! Bette, were you fucking him?" Jim asked.

"A lady never tells," Bette said coolly.

"Okay, okay," Jim said. "The boy could use a piece of ass, God knows. Now, how about us?"

Jim tried to embrace Bette again, but she held him away with her arms.

"Tomorrow," Bette said. "Come tomorrow afternoon. Surely Sue can take care of your needs until then."

"Sue's out of town. She won't be back till tomorrow," Jim said.

"Well, you'll just have to wait," Bette said. Her cunt and asshole were slightly sore, and another hot bath appealed to her more than another fuck.