Betty makes Paul a man
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I had my hands running all over Rachel's tight little body. I could feel the heat that was radiating from her arousal. My hands could her every curve and every turn of her hips and legs now that she had lost some of her baby fat. The warmth of her thighs surprised me as to how warm her body felt. I could see every bit of her beautiful body in front of me. She had such smooth skin that every teenager has that has made that change from a little child to a young adult. She had tan lines from a bikini and a nicely trimmed pussy.
Her pussy lips were swollen and could see the moisture on them. I rubbed my hands up and down her legs and kissed her over and over again. Her mouth was watering and she swirled her tongue with mine very fast. Her lips were so soft and supple, I really enjoyed the kissing. This young lady had wanted to be my slave and she had made my very own daughter her servant. That goes to tell you that a mother never can tells things these days. What kind of friends that has or what their daughters are into
Betty was walking along the promenade with her new friend, Heather. They had met the other day in a coffee bar and, after chatting happily, they agreed to team up for the granny and grandpa races organised on the adult-only section of the beach a few days later where everyone, from bathers to the lifeguards, had to be sixteen years of age or older.The races were an annual event run by the lifeguards. All of the lifeguards were girls aged between sixteen and twenty-years-old who were used to...
SpankingI had a business appointment in Oklahoma City, about a three hour drive north of Dallas, where I live. I casually mentioned to my neighbor how I hated the drive, because it was so flat and boring. To my surprise, she said she was also going to Oklahoma, but for pleasure. Her wink was all the tease I needed to needle her, since she was a single mom and always on the look out for that special guy. “You know,” she replied, “If you weren’t married...“ She let her voice trail off. Carol was a...
First TimeBettyMy wife Betty is a great looking woman of 45 years of age, and she and I have been married for 23 years. We have 2 c***dren that grew up and went out on their own, to live their lives. 8 months ago, after the last k** moved out, Betty and I Dave decided to down-size and move into a smaller place, with more privacy in the country, instead of being in the city. A bit about my wife Betty. She stands 5 feet tall, weighs 110lbs and is in great shape and condition, as she works out at home...
Introduction: Betty has another go at Bill. It had been three days since Bettys 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 werent the only place the blood rushed to. If she allowed herself to...
Now you understand how the chain of events surprised me but when I came home there was more. Betty’s car was in the driveway and they were sitting on the deck drinking coffee.They both gave me a welcome home kiss and Sidney went and got me coffee as I sat down. They both seemed pretty relaxed and apparently were enjoying each other's company.Sidney spoke up “guess what”she said with a chuckle. “You wont believe this” she said “I used to play with Betty what a surprise right” .Betty spoke...
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...
Betty and the Cop Once upon a time in a small Stone Age village there lived a woman named Betty. She was pretty and petite. Betty had short raven hair. A simple, but attractive blue bow keeps her lustrous tresses in place. Still a few years short of thirty, Betty keeps herself fit and trim. Betty was married, and had been now for the better part of a decade. She had married her high school sweetheart, Barney. Betty had always felt that she had a good, if somewhat boring marriage. After all,...
Shortly after my account of Tina the Redhead posted, I received an email asking me about my first sexual experience. To be honest, I had forgotten about it, but the email brought back some great memories.I was an only c***d, but not a spoiled one like you often see. If I wanted something, I had to work and earn it. My mom left us for another woman when I was 6 and I’ve never seen or heard from her since. My dad took it pretty hard and relied on his brother, my Uncle Steve and his wife, Aunt...
I awoke feeling refreshed and opened my eyes to find David sitting at the computer, presumably unable to sleep as well as me because of his sore bottom. He wore only his pyjama shorts, his discarded jacket was still next to me on the bed. It had been quite a night of lovemaking. David was staring intently at the screen, looking occasionally at me but I kept my eyes half closed, wanting to delay him knowing I was fully awake because that would mean he and I going to his Mothers room for the...
SpankingBetty loved Scotty. Scotty loved Betty. Neither of them could ever remember not knowing the other. Their mothers were sisters, albeit adopted sisters, and not blood-related.While cousins, technically Scotty and Better were not related. They were born three months apart with Betty being the elder, which she never ceased lording over Scotty. She would tease him and call him youngster. The teasing stopped being a sore point with Scotty when he first realized how much he loved Betty and wanted...
First TimeI stared at my Mother in Law as she turned to me and snapped “well Chloe, I will now teach you not to be rude about my friends. Over my knee and be quick about it girl and then it will be the slipper and cane as well my girl.” I’m 23 years old and didn’t expect to ever be spanked again. Certainly not by my overbearing 48 year old Mother in Law, yet here she was, sitting on an upright spanking chair, demanding I present myself to be turned across her lap and spanked. Well,...
SpankingI have asked her why she just doesn't get married again or find a guy but she doesn't want another man ,”I like my freedom”she would say. “I miss the sex but I have you for that” she would say “and once a week is just right”.I have to admit once a week with her has been just enough for me too . My wife seems happy too as I am not pestering her for sex like I had been doing. I still try to get my wife to do it with me but she keeps telling me to find a girlfriend,little does she know I...
I received a call at work with Betty telling me that her and my wife were having car trouble and where they were. I knocked off early from work and followed her directions leading me a few miles out in the countryside. While driving down a narrow dirt road I was thinking to myself why would they be way out here. Since it was a nice fall day I just thought maybe they were just sightseeing but when I arrived it wasn’t what I had expected. At the end of the road there were 4 cars parked off...
At first it was rather repulsive but I did it only because Sidney would have a more intense orgasm when I did. I had learned how to cum inside her and pull my cum out of her with my fingers before I licked and sucked .I rarely tasted my own cum so I had no problem doing that with Betty when they asked me to do it. “That is pretty kinky “I said “but if I say I will do that what sort of kink are you two going to do for me”? I watched as Betty moved her hands over Sidney's and asked...
I had a few sessions with my widowed neighbour Betty, then it all stopped when her daughter found out i was banging her mother. Last night however i got a frantic call from Betty about her electricity being off. I went round to her house and after a quick cursory check discovered that a blown lightbulb had caused the circuit breaker to trip, so i replaced the bulb and reset the beaker and all was good in the world of Betty.Betty was full of thanks and praise for me, and offered me a cup of...
places are fictional...if you wish to comment, please do so...... She slammed the viberator into her cunt harder and harder as the voice on the other end of the phone kept telling her "Faster, Faster...don't stop yet Betty." She knew she would cum very soon and turned the viberator up to max speed, the humming sound filling the room along with her whimpers and moans. So close, she knew at any second she would explode...harder...faster...5 more seconds..."STOP!", came the...
== Betty Booped == My name is Benny. I'm what you'd call an Average Joe. I'm 5'4 (so I'm a little short), short blonde hair and currently wearing a normal t- shirt, jeans and tennis shoes combo. I'm just your typical young man trying to make a living here in New York City. At least I was until later today. I was currently looking for a new apartment to call home; unfortunately though, I didn't have much money to work with. The only thing I found available and in my price range was a...
I looked at my husband as he undressed and was astonished to see how red and marked his bottom was, as though he had been spanked. But he is 24! “What happened to you?” David looked embarrassed, turned and covered his bottom in one movement, then said quietly “Mum spanked me.” “You are joking?” I was agog . “No” he said sullenly, blushing now a deep red, almost as red as his bottom. “She does know you are 24 and married?” I asked sarcastically. “She knows Chloe and I did tell you she...
“Hi, David. It’s about time you started to mow this place. For the past two weeks, I’ve seen you going in and out of the house with what looked like your instrument cases, so I guess you’ve been playing a lot.” “What? Lemme shut this darned thing off. I see your mouth moving, but I can’t understand a word you say.” I undid the rope on the “deadman” and let the mower shut itself off. Leaving it in the middle of the yard, I walked over toward Betty’s house. “Now, what were you saying?” I asked....
MatureA summer cold is the worst cold you can get. I had one, a doozy. I was taking over-the-counter medications every four hours. It was keeping my nose clear but running and my sinuses from exploding. It also made me groggy as hell. When my wife and daughter decided to take a trip to her folks' house for the weekend of our daughter's birthday, I took a pass. Better to rest up for work on Monday. I had settled down for a quiet evening at home, alone. In t-shirt and shorts, I was sitting on the...
On a list of the top one hundred things I wanted to do it was about number three hundred and seventy-six. To begin with, I did not like Leslie. She was one of those "I'm cool, you're not" kind of girls. You know, the girl who smiles and says, "Hi Roger" when she passes you in the hallway between classes and after passing you by she turns to whomever she's with and says, "What a dweeb." But she was Betty's friend and Betty wanted to double date with Leslie and the loser that Leslie...
My name is Beth Swanson, but everyone in my life just calls me Betty. On my knees, my hands tied behind my back, an old wrinkly cock in my mouth, hearing this man yell at my father, I wonder how I came to be in this situation.It started a few weeks ago. My dad has always provided me and my mom, and my brother, with everything we could always want. He didn’t have an amazing job, it’s not like he was a CEO, but I knew that he had a more stable job as an accountant at a family run auto parts...
Betty Jo Hatfield was a nice girl. She had a nice face, nice hair, nice tits, and a nice ass. But most of all she had a nice attitude, just like her momma taught her. Living way back in the Arkansas Ozarks, in a county that didn’t have even one stop light, Momma was “old school”. Life was hard enough without making more trouble so you took care of your men every way they needed it cuz you needed them to take care of you. The Hatfield genes were good at making strong bodies but weren’t real good...
Hi, my name is Jethro Hatfield and I’m Betty Jo’s oldest brother ... by about four years. I still live with my Pa and three younger brothers. I have a sister who’s in the middle of us boys and y’all will hear more about her later. There’s also a woman named Beverly who isn’t married to Pa but she acts like a wife and ma to us kids. She’s a bit younger than Pa but way older than me ... sorta in between, I guess. It was her idea to tell this story and she’s a’writin it down cause I can’t. Never...
I had called Betty and have already told her Saturday’s visit may have to change and she sounded pretty sad.”So know that you and your wife are doing it again, you don’t want to be with me any more”she said”is that what you are saying”?She sounded so hurt I felt pretty bad, “no “I said “don’t think like that.My wife has been asking me when I was going to meet with you again.She has been thinking for the last 6 months I was playing golf”,then I thought and said to her “can you handle me two...
I never realized it or even thought about it before but I came from a large family on both sides. My mom had 7 siblings in her family 4 brothers and three sisters , My dad had 6 three sisters and three brothers. Their parents had close to the same amount and now the B****t name is quite prominent in the area. I have written a story before about a sexual adventure I had when younger and didn’t find out she was my cousin until months later. We were just lucky we didn't make any babies from...
Betty was wiggling her ass around, trying to make his tongue slip from its pre-determined trail, trying to make it slip into her pit of steaming honey. She was looking down at him as she was stretched out on the sofa, almost laying down, her ass right on the edge of the cushion as he knelt at her feet, driving her crazy with his teasing tongue. Rod loved the feeling of power he had with Betty. He knew when she was close to cumming like this, he could get her to do basically anything, as...
In the kitchen there was a note from my wife saying she took the kids to church . I was very surprised when she wrote I love you, then ps last night was the best ,you need to do that again.It was then after pouring my coffee I needed to call Betty and see how she was recovering. I remember her being pretty worn out when I left after being pounded hard by John's huge cock. After three and a half hours and four loads of cum inside her stretched out pussy it will take days for her to recover....
You're Betty Boops, 19 years old white brunette with a very hot body. The first thing all men looking at when they meet you is your impressive melons(38DD). It's summer time now, your mom is away on a business trip and your stepdad is outside town with his stupid friends, who always trying to flirt with you, staring at your full chest. So, you're alone at your parents house, and it's time to have some summer fun. But it's a bit complicated in a meaning of having fun, because you have a...
My career as a watcher started when I was a young lad and came about because I was worried I might lose a friend or two. My parents had died in an accident two years before and I was living with my oldest sister Marie. Much as I loved her I still got to be honest - Marie was a drunken slut. She'd go out boozing, bring home some guy, fuck him and pass out. One morning two of my buddies stopped by to pick me up for a weekend camping trip and as we went to my room to grab my stuff we walked by...
The rest of the day was a blur of phone calls, papers, and remembering how wet I had gotten as Mr. Thompson’s old cock was in my mouth as he yelled at my father. I hated my father for putting me and my family in this position. I realized Mr. Thompson was right. He owned us, what could we do? My dad couldn’t go to jail, my mom had never worked, and my little brother hadn’t graduated yet. If I didn’t do what he said our lives would be ruined.That night at dinner was very quiet and tense. I felt...
Betty lives in the apartment next to mine. She is a divorced 30 something latina. She is very pretty and has a nice big ass. We became friends since we see each other almost every day. She works in an office and has been single for a while now. Last Tuesday, she was getting her groceries out of the trunk of her SUV. I was getting home at the same time and I saw her bending over and her big butt looked amazing in her tight short tan skirt. I couldn't help but admire her body. “Hi Betty!”, I...
I stood up, and reached down, to pull up the undergarment and bathing suit bottom. As I did, I looked over at Betty, climbing the ladder out of the shallow end. Her bathing suit gapped forward slightly, and I could see faint stretch marks at the top of her breasts. She looked at me, and caught me trying to peek down her bathing suit. “Having a liitle look, are we?” she asked, smiling up at me. “Guilty as charged, Your Honor,” I replied with a grin. “Well, Dearie, hold your horses; you’ll see...
MatureIt seemed like the start of a perfect late summer's day. It would be many weeks before the leaves began to turn red and gold.A black car threaded its way slowly along a deserted country road. Its journey had begun in the city centre. An hour later, it was in the depths of the countryside. The car entered a narrow lane and stopped outside the only sign of habitation for miles, a small thatched cottage.Suzy and her Mistress stepped from the car, which drove almost silently away and became lost...
BDSMIt took me a few seconds to realise what it meant. Three months previously, just before had gone to University my daughter had set up an MSN messaging account for me to keep in contact with her and her sister in Spain. 'Hi. Do I know you?' I replied to the stranger. 'No...but I love your name. Do you look like her?' The stranger instantly replied. I instantly blushed like a tomato. 'Oh.....thanks......sort of.' I typed. 'Really? Do tell.' 'That’s my nickname...
Betty Smith's Transgender School The court system has classified me as "Class 31". Which means my mother has full control over me. I have been in courts many times -- I guess this is like throwing me in jail. The State will pay all costs to have me re- educated, they say. Not sure what that means. My mother and I just left my doctor where the doctor gave me four shots. I was feeling very relaxed when my Mom told me of my new life because of the Court ruling me "Class 31". She...
Your full lips are closer and closer to CJ's shithole. You can even smell it. It smelled like CJ just had a p*o.-"Yes, yes, yes...That's it, gurl, that's it! Make me happy, bitch!"-CJ yelled pushing your head even stronger, so your lips touched his anus and your nose was smelling his sweaty balls now.*There's no way out.*- You think to yourself. You, Betty Boops, the most beautiful white girl in college, with a hot pair of tits and nice big booty, are going to lick some black d**g dealer's ass,...
Craig feigned a yawn and as he stretched his arms sneakily looked at his wrist watch. It had been the same routine for the last few weeks; we'd fuck and suck like crazy -- sometimes on the webcam other times just us and two big mirrors. The sex was out of this world for both of us...but....there was nothing else. No conversation -- nothing. I shouldn't complain as he was still only 20 and I was 40 (something); what the Hell would we have in common? "Shit!" Craig grumbled as he sat...
I'd been out on the town twice with a couple of married girlfriends but apart from some extra attention because I was wearing seamed stockings nothing had come of it; I still had to rely on my toys and webcam to get my jolly's. "That's him." Claudia whispered as I was making us a cup of coffee. "Who?" I replied as I teetered back into the main office on my new 3 inch heels. "Looking in the window. The one that looks a bit like the actor Colin Farrell." My young colleague...
That weekend Mr. Thompson would send me text messages. Some were simple, “whore”, “slut”. Others a bit more threatening, “i own you and you’re family”. And yet others tender, like a kiss emoji. My mind was all over the place. What was I to Mr. Thompson? Property? A pet? More?I was so confused as I lay in bed each night, reading and re-reading his texts, replaying the last two weeks in my head. I felt gross, used, disgusted as I thought of him blackmailing and fucking me. But then I thought of...
From: betty b Date: Tue Dec 19, 2000 2:41 pm Subject: I need to talk I don't know why I am writing this. I guess I just need to talk to someone and I could never tell anyone I actually know. Usually, if something is bothering me I find that if I tell one of my girlfriends or my mother I feel better for it. And up until a few months ago, there was nothing I could not have told them. Now, there is a whole world inside my brain that I would absolutely die if they even suspected. But I feel if I...
Erotic“David, go to the bathroom and get the cream. Change in to your pyjamas as well. I need to talk to your Mother.” David could tell how annoyed I was and walked off. I quickly threw my clothes back on, knocked and immediately opened the bedroom door and switched the light on. There was a gasp and it took a few seconds for the buzzing to stop. “I said straight to sleep Betty didn’t I?” I snapped. I could see the anxiety in Betty’s eyes as I stood over the bed. “Give it to me” I demanded....
I stood up, and reached down, to pull up the undergarment and bathing suit bottom. As I did, I looked over at Betty, climbing the ladder out of the shallow end. Her bathing suit gapped forward slightly, and I could see faint stretch marks at the top of her breasts. She looked at me, and caught me trying to peek down her bathing suit. “Having a liitle look, are we?” she asked, smiling up at me. “Guilty as charged, Your Honor,” I replied with a grin. “Well, Dearie, hold your horses, you’ll...
This happened in the mid 80's with one of my fellow NCOs. Some back ground stuff to get started, no worry there is a lot of pent up sexual energy getting released after the beginning. Her name was Betty Jo but was known as just BJ, she was married but a very good one, oh he treated her ok but their love life lacked any passion. We met at a Battalion training coordination meeting for a up coming training exercise, she was a switching systems supervisor for a small Detachment of A Company and I...
On Monday night I was searching the Internet for a holiday when the computer 'pinged' and a blue square popped up in the corner. Slightly surprised I read the message, "Flyboy; says Hi." It took me a few seconds to realise what it meant. Three months previously, just before had gone to University my daughter had set up an MSN messaging account for me to keep in contact with her and her sister in Spain. 'Hi. Do I know you?' I replied to the stranger. 'No...but I love your name. Do you look like...
EroticFrom: betty b Date: Tue Dec 19, 2000 2:41 pm Subject: I need to talk I don't know why I am writing this. I guess I just need to talk to someone and I could never tell anyone I actually know. Usually, if something is bothering me I find that if I tell one of my girlfriends or my mother I feel better for it. And up until a few months ago, there was nothing I could not have told them. Now, there is a whole world inside my brain that I would absolutely die if they even suspected. But I feel if I...
EroticEsme rounded on her. "Marjory, girl, you have just GOT to tell us what that was all about! It sounded so weird, what you were saying, that we must know what the other end was. It sounded like your fella was on his knees!" Marjory started to tell her sad tale, about falling for her Derek, and making love with him, in the expectation that he was the love of her life and they would get married eventually. She had had a series of shocks. It was a shock to discover how unyielding her parents...
He waited, then listened to a reply. "Right. Thank you. Please note that he is about to be arrested, so we don not want him leaving." He closed the call. "Thanks, Ruth, for reminding me. He will not be able to leave now. Now we just hav e to pick him up. Where will he be?" "This time of day? Probably heading out for his evening meal, either at home or in a restaurant. Do we know if he is married?" "The data we got for him does not mention any spouse, so presumably not," replied...
It had been three months since that fateful encounter with the erotic truffle, which had afflicted village schoolteacher Trevor Defreitas, Annabel Montford, a former pupil of his on Earth, her two younger sisters Tracy and Dinah, and their tour guide, Amelia Cross. That accidental exposure, in a shared meal, led to a night of drug-fuelled sex between Trevor and all four girls. Afterwards, upon considerable reflection, the girls realised that apart from all three sisters losing their...
George and Marina helped Georgina clear out her flat. Most of what she kept were pieces of inexpensive jewellery that she liked; her photograph albums; and mementos of Amelia’s childhood. George declared that it would be easy to copy the photos on to a digital file and keep them on a memorystick, as well as being available on her phone. They decided to deal with that on George’s computer at home. Georgina asked, “George, can we eliminate my late husband from some of the photos, when we put...
"You may be right about us humans, but The Personalia have blossomed too. They have become more involved with Earth as time has gone on. They have adapted to capitalism with a vengeance. They own a number of business on Earth, and have almost entirely monopolised the audit sector of business: numbers are their forte, you see, and they have established a reputation for probity. I have heard rumours of them pursuing criminals and removing their stolen assets: much more effective than jailing...
Bob Kempe, the Governor of Rehome colony, was at his office when he received an unexpected call from the Personalia. “Governor, we have been analysing some of the statistical data that is compiled in major countries on Earth, and we have observed that there is a set of trends which may interest you. The statistics on crime contain data on assaults within families, and in recent months this has begun to decline, to an extent that indicates this to be a real effect and not a statistical...
"That lady who escorted you here – Ruth I think you said her name was; can she sign an affidavit that there was no such intent?" "I expect so. There were a group of ladies involved in getting me and the girls together. They called themselves Malan mothers." Mrs Mboya's eyebrows lifted. "Ah. So that is who that lady is; one of the five Malan mothers? Derek – what is your surname, boy?" "Dearden, ma'am." "Mr Dearden, you have struck lucky. These ladies recently became famous in...
Annabel asked the Governor, "Do you mind if I do the phone call? I think I can handle them okay, I really do." "Perhaps, but what would you say to them on this call?" "Just that things happened here, nice things, and that we have decided to remain on Rehome for the time being." Bob glanced over at Ruth, and asked, "Ruth – are you fine with this line?" Ruth looked thoughtful, then said, "Yes, I do believe that might be effective, if Annabel keeps her call simple and to the...
Annabel, in her position as the Montford family head on Rehome, took the lead. “What do you mean, “think about what we do next”?” “There are several ways you might approach matters. One: if you feel that you have been raped by Trevor, you can have him tried by a jury here. I think you would have trouble convincing a jury, as you participated with considerable gusto, and he did not administer the drug either – I did, by pure mischance. So there is neither coercion nor intent provable...
Fearn, if you would dispense the tea, and I pour the coffee, Nargo can assist with the milk jug. Right, girls?" Fearn and Nargo did a 'high five' and proceeded with their tasks, while the adults admired their dedication to these duties. As soon as the drinks were poured, Esme sent Nargo and Fearn to bring in the plates of scones, pancakes, and decorated cupcakes. Esme explained to her guests that while she had baked the scones last night, Fearn had done most of the pancakes and cupcakes...
"Hello, is that Mrs Cross? Or should I say, the former Mrs Cross?" "It is. Who are you, and what do you want?" "Madam, I am merely the bearer of glad tidings about your daughter." "My daughter? You know where my daughter is?" "Indeed, madam. Allow me to introduce myself more formally: I am Robert Kempe, Governor of the human colony on the planet of Rehome." "Rehome? Oh, yes I have heard of it. Why are you phoning me? Is my daughter in your colony, then?" "You are quick on...
"Oh, madam, I would never stoop to blackmail. I am not looking for any monetary benefit. I merely would appreciate some manly attention, at least for a while. Perhaps you could put in a good word for me, and encourage John in the matter, madam." Angelina thought for a moment, then responded, "Sylvia, If I were to suggest to John that I would not object to him paying some ... close ... attention to you, would that be acceptable? I will also say that your job is not in jeopardy, in case you...