He reached around in front of her, sliding his hands up her ribs to where her tits jutted out abruptly. Forcing his fingers gently under the bottom edge of her bra, he slid his fingers up over her tits, catching her nipples between his thick fingers and squeezing.
"Aaammmnnn!" she moaned, involuntarily grinding her hips back against his bobbing meat.
"Jesus!" A tremor shook Bud. "I'm going to wake up soon, and this beautiful dream will have vanished."
She thrust herself back against him again, trapping his cock between her grinding asscheeks. "Let's make it last!"
"Let's dance!" he said. "Take off your panties."
She bent down, pushing his cock even deeper into her soft crack as she pulled the panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Bud spun her around slowly, savoring every inch of her body. She looked down at the ground, putting her arms on his shoulders, but couldn't help but see his cockhead staring up at her with a drop of lubricant gleaming there.
Bud danced, moving Betty slowly. The room was small, but large enough for Bud to maneuver her very close to his hairy body.
She felt the hairs from his chest prickle at her very sensitive nipples, hardening them as she pushed against his chest. Tightly they held each other, getting their bodies closer and closer. Betty's tits were now squashed flat against his hard body as his cock was pressed between them.
Bud gave up all pretense of dancing. Both hands closed on her round butt, he massaged and kneaded while exciting fires roared through her.
Betty spread her knees, stood on her tiptoes, and pushed her wet pussy hard on the swell of Bud's thigh, her lower belly still grinding on his cock. Her rigid, tender nipples brushed his tense flesh.
He continued to fondle her ass with one hand while his other hand slipped to the small of her white back. Bending slowly forward, Bud arched Betty's back with his body. Her breasts thrust upward, her moist pussy riding high on his thigh, and her heels coming off the carpeted floor.
"Ahhhggg!" she groaned. "Ahhh! Bud, oh, Bud!"
He ducked his head, his pursed mouth seeking one of her tender nipples, and she shuddered with pleasure. He sucked the quivering flesh into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth and began to roll the stiff nub with his tongue. Her hips undulated to the rhythm of the music, grinding her pussy on his juice-smeared leg and pumping her belly against his hard cock. She had imagined that she had had enough sex to last her a lifetime, but Bud was showing her that it wasn't true.
He thrust his hips up to reinforce his contact with her, and his fingertips strayed along the crack between her asscheeks.
"Oh, Bud!" Betty cried out in a low, hoarse tone of urgency. She had hoped to show some control, but the pressure of their two naked bodies undulating in the middle of the small room was too much for her.
Bud raised his head, leaving her pink nipple wet, puckered and tense with passion. He drew her erect and seized her ass with his hands. She felt herself rising from the floor as if on a cloud of passion as Bud lifted her. Her body was sliding along his, upward, until his cockhead rested in the crevice of her heated snatch. This position reminded her of being hung from the doorway with Bud and Fingers. But it wasn't the same. The tone now was one of kindness and love, and there was no brutal cock up her asshole.
She hesitated, then thrust her knees apart. She felt her wet tissues part to close around the enormous cockhead. The entrance to her pussy opened, and her vulva guided the cock toward the juicy hole. There was an instant of ecstasy when the head and the greasy mouth found each other, and then Bud began to fuck her. The pressure of the impending entry rocketed. Betty found she had to fling her knees widely apart, then she instinctively closed her legs around Bud's hips, her heels resting tightly on the backs of his thighs. She held herself to him while she impaled herself slowly on the impossible cock.
"Ahhhh… Mnnnnnn!Unhhhh!" Her moans grew louder as the cock slid further up her drooling channel, filling her cunt.
"Oh God, Bud! That's great!"
In a moment, she felt something round and soft beneath her ass. She panted and glanced down. She was sitting on the overstuffed arm of the sofa, the height almost perfect for Bud. She raised her feet, crossing her ankles at the small of his back and pulling him harder into her gulping cunt. He steadied her ass and began a rhythmic, hard thrusting, driving his cock again and again into the taut, moist cunt, his pubis striking her pussy with audible smacks.
She felt a gathering violence in her belly and a rising pleasure in her clutching pussy, and she knew that this gentle sex was going to be hers for a long time to come.
Bud groaned and stopped jabbing his mighty cock. His face contorted as he gently massaged her buttocks. Sweat poured from his forehead as he tried not to be brutal. Slowly, he appeared to regain a measure of control over himself. "Christ!" he exclaimed. "Oh, Christ, that was pretty close!"
"What's wrong, Bud?" asked Betty. "What's the matter?"
He grunted, and then smiled at her. "Too fast. I'm going too fast. I nearly blew my wad in you right then, and I want this wonderful sex to last."
She sighed and clung to him, sure that he was one of the kindest people she'd ever met.
He pressed her body down on the arm of the sofa. She fought him at first, not knowing what he meant to do with her. She yielded, making herself lie quietly before him, impaled on his giant cock, her legs still clamped tightly around his lean ass.
She clutched at the edges of the sofa, momentarily overcome by the fear. But the pressure of Bud's thick cock deep in her hungry cunt and the sight of his sweaty, gleaming body above her brought her back to reality. She shivered with lust as she watched the hungry way he stared at her willing body.
She treasured the gentleness of his large hands as they caressed her warm belly. They closed over her quivering, weaving tits. She thrilled to the slow rocking of his hips that kept his cock rubbing slowly against the walls of her eager vaginal tract.
He smiled, his expression strained, and placed his hands at her waist. She gasped when he began to stroke her onto his rigid shaft. The experience delighted her with new sensations, and she was soon helping by jerking at him with her white legs, timing her tugs to match the rhythm of his misty pulls.
The hot frenzy of her earlier excitement gave way to a more intense awareness. She sensed she was on a high plateau of pleasure that could continue unchanged for a long time.
She smiled at Bud, his features hidden in the shadow of night that had overtaken them. The room was almost completely dark. The only light was that from a street-lamp outside her window.
"I like it! I like it this way, Bud!" she exclaimed in a deep whisper. She closed her eyes. This was like remembering a happy moment of childhood – warm, gentle and loving.
"There's time to feel it all," said Bud, leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek.
She giggled. "And 'all' is an awful lot!"
Bud pulled his cock out so that only the mushroom of his cockhead was still in her. Then he pushed forward, sliding the shaft deeply into her, the slippery sides of the cock generating heat and excitement in her twat.
Betty realized the new position exaggerated her breast size. She shivered with delight at the new expression of savage hunger in Bud's eyes.
He yanked her onto his cock with a harder stroke. She felt her excitement start to grow again. She tried to contain her rising agitation, but her legs betrayed her, tightening convulsively.
"Ahhgggg!" she grunted explosively. "Jesus, Bud! I… can't hold out… much… longer! Ohmmm!"