"So that's what you meant!"
Bettina went to the cocktail table to drink some wine. When she returned to where Keith was sitting on the floor she said, "Well, pet, are you ready for my miracle box?"
"I've been ready for two weeks!"
"I must warn you that I may hurt you so much you won't want to fuck a girl again."
"You're kidding! Imagine me never wanting to fuck a girl!"
"It's your choice, pet."
"If that kills me I'll die happy!" Keith grinned happily.
Bettina dropped her skirt to the floor and took off the blue vest. Now naked and lovely, she ordered Keith to lie down on a small rug near the wall-to-wall ceiling-to-floor mirror.
When Keith had positioned himself parallel to the looking glass Bettina straddled him. "Can you see my dangerous weapon, pet?" she asked.
"It's beautiful," he said.
It was a nice cunt. The red-haired lips were heavy and parted. The thin lips inside could be seen now, pink and long. The vaginal opening was the kind of twat that was ideal for the work Bettina was going to put it through.
She lowered herself so she was kneeling astride Keith's body. She faced him and asked, "Are you ready to lose your cherry, pet?"
Keith was more than excited now. He could only whisper "Yes." His eyes were busy on Bettina's body, caressing her red-nippled breasts, her bellybutton, coming to rest on the patch of copper-red hair above her cunt.
"No feeling me, pet," she said. "Just place your hands under your head and pray."
Keith did as he was told.
"Are you ready, pet?"
"I'm burning up!"
Bettina felt for Keith's stiff prick. She raised it, pointing the head at her cunt. Slowly she lowered her hips until the prick touched the opening of her vaginal passage. Without a moment's hesitation she sat down on it, her cunt utterly gobbling the poor little banana.
"Wow!" Keith exclaimed as his prick for the first time in his young life felt the inside of a girl's cunt. "That feels like heaven!"
Bettina didn't move. Her cunt lips cradled the little prick while her vagina worked on it. She had six hundred muscles in her body and she had developed one par excellence: the one that surrounded her vaginal portal. Keith could feel the muscles firm up, could feel the hardness of Bettina's buttocks as they rested on his thighs. He became more excited than a Holy Roller.
"How would you like me to torment your little banana with my peter-beater, my pet?"
"Do! Do!" Keith cried. He was already working hard to keep from coming.
Bettina raised herself slightly and oscillated her cunt so it began beating the little prick that was in it. The action was too much for Keith. He actually yelled as his sperm shot up into Bettina's vacillating cunt.
"You're killing me!" he yelled as his legs stretched out to their full extent and his toes began a flexing movement.
But Bettina didn't stop. Her miracle box moved with great rapidity as her vaginal muscles gripped Keith's prick as if it were in a vice. The little fellow in the dark hole of hell had no chance against such a grip, and before it had a chance to soften it was forced to remain hard by the pecker-wrecker that held it.
"Damn!" Keith yelled. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
Bettina's cunt continued to torture the prick it was holding. The little prick was again forced to shoot another load of soup up into the dark recesses of the miracle box which had no sympathy for it. It went on so quickly that the eye couldn't count the number of times it moved in a seeming desire to rip the little prick right off its bag of balls.
"Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!" Keith screamed.
Bettina heard nothing. Her eyes were closed and her breath increased to moans. She was sitting on heaven. Now the vaginal muscles tightened more around the shaft in her sheath. All thoughts in her mind were erased by the sensuous delights she was feeling in her cunt. She was like an automaton, working for only one purpose: orgasm after orgasm!
Bettina had counted four orgasms since Keith had shot his first load into her cunt. She couldn't stop; the feeling was too good to let go of. Moving, moving, moving; trying to speed up her peter-beating twat. She had two more orgasms before Keith cried again.
"You're killing me!" he yelled. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
The muscles in his buttocks strained; his toes curled and uncurled, his fists tightened under his head, but he didn't struggle to get out from under the torment of the miracle box!
Bettina could feel Keith's third hot load shoot upward into the heights of her wondrous feelings as she had her final spasms. Tuned up so high, she had trouble getting her muscles to cease their movements of her body. When at last they quieted down she could feel Keith's triple load moving down the passage between his prick and her vaginal walls. She remained quiet, with eyes closed, savoring the wonderful stimulation that was ebbing from her nerve ends.
The come was now soaking Keith's pubic hair; going down between his legs where his balls were hanging. The wetness made Bettina open her eyes, and when she did she was amazed by what she was seeing.
Keith had fainted!
Chapter 16
The chance meeting with Keith Broys in the Coffee Shop had given Phyllis Reger lots to think about. Honest with herself at all times, she had been aware that something vital was missing in her relationship with Frank Kazarra.
She acknowledged that Frank was a man, all male, and he could perform like one. But he was an older Italian who believed sex was the man's prerogative.
Frank would no more consider sucking on her baby than he would let her suck his prick. And that was the something that was missing in her erotic, lust-filled relationship with Frank.
Phyllis realized that her great desire had to be satisfied. And why not by a young boy who was far from sophisticated? A boy like Keith who couldn't cross words with her when she had said, in the Coffee Shop, that she wouldn't eat him up.
She was now inflamed by the thought of Keith sucking on her little baby. She could visualize Keith on his knees before her, begging for the chance to take her unusual clit in his mouth.
The fantasy caused Phyllis' little baby to emerge from its cape of flesh, demanding attention. Its sensitivity was so great that the touch of her white nylon panty was sufficient to excite Phyllis to her sexual need.
In fact, Phyllis was becoming so crazy with her sexual desire that it had to be served somehow, and lustfully. She was therefore desperate. So desperate that she was ready to do anything to get the kind of relief she wanted so badly.
The cloudless sky was a deep blue with the sun making the April day bright when Phyllis entered the Coffee Shop and sat alone in a booth. It was the last Saturday of the month and she had much to do with her stock that morning.
Phyllis ordered coffee and an English muffin with marmalade. Her mind was on the work she had to do when someone behind her said, "Good morning, Phyllis."
Phyllis turned and her heart jumped. Keith Broys was standing in the aisle behind her.
"How nice to see you again, Keith," she said.
"May I join you?"
"Please do," Phyllis said eagerly.
Keith slid into the booth across from Phyllis. When the waitress came with Phyllis' coffee and muffin he ordered coffee and a cheese pastry.
"It's a nice day," Keith said.
"Beautiful," Phyllis agreed. It sure is, she thought. With Keith so close and her desire so immediate her little baby began to stir.
"What brings you here so early on a Saturday?" she asked.
"I couldn't sleep."
"A young man like you should be able to sleep peacefully."
"I do, usually, but I had an experience last night that kept me awake."
"Was it a good experience, Keith?"
"Out of this world!" Keith said, his eyes shining.