She didn't know what she'd do now without Harvey. He seemed to fill her days and undoubtedly made life worth living again. In fact, her entire life seemed to have undergone a radical change, and it was all due to Harvey. The most important thing of all, of course, was the fact that he had succeeded in awakening her sexually, and actually continued to arouse and excite her. For, after that day when he had tricked her into submitting, she found she looked forward to when she could see him again. Harvey himself was just as wound up about her, and managed to see her almost every day. Usually Jean was with him, and after awhile, Harvey introduced Betty to threesomes. At first, she was shocked, but when she found that the fun was tripled, she began to like being involved in a trio.
Another fringe benefit of being involved with Harvey was that she was actually a working model! Harvey managed to get her plenty of jobs, starting, of course, with the Nor-Dansk commercial. She really enjoyed her work, and although it was only part time, she still found it tiring. However, her hourly rate was very good and she was able to buy lots of new clothes. The only dim spot of the horizon was Doug. Things just weren't working out and she got a depressing, unhappy feeling every time she thought about her husband. But I won't think about him now, she told herself, instead I'll think only about Harvey…
Harvey settled himself between Betty's widespread thighs and stared at the tempting furrow of her fully exposed vagina. He could see the pink flesh glistening wetly between the slightly swollen outer lips, and he could just barely make out the burgeoning tip of her clitoris. Carefully, he placed a finger and thumb on each fleshy fold and gently drew them apart, baring the petal-shaped opening, pulsing softly between the purplish, fluted inner lips. He heard Betty draw in her breath quickly, and then before she had time to realize what was happening, he reached down and flicked out with his long, wet tongue.
"Aaaaahhh! Aaaahhh! AAaaaaggghhh…!" Betty sobbed, flailing her hips wildly. She hadn't realized until the very last moment that this was what Harvey had in mind, but it was too late now to stop him. So this was the special treat! She had never let him do this to her, even though he had often wanted to, and she ha seen him do it to Jean. But somehow, to her, it was wrong, almost perverted, and she hadn't allowed it. Now, Harvey was kissing her down there!
Harvey continued to swipe at the moistening pussy split with his pink, darting tongue. He could taste the sweet cunt-taste of her pussy and inhaled her feminine perfume as he bent eagerly to his task. Tentatively, he furled his tongue and began to dip it into the folds and recesses of her sensitively squirming pussy, probing deeper and harder into the velvety softness. He swirled it round and round, holding her in place by a vise-like grip on her thighs.
"Nooooo dooon't…" Betty wailed helplessly, still unable to accept the illicit tonguing. But even as she protested, she became aware of new, but familiar sensations tingling deep inside her. Her body, honed to a fine edge of pleasure over the past weeks, reacted instinctively to this new variation, and began to respond to the sensual flicking of Harvey's deft tongue.
Slowly, her cream-white thighs began to spread further apart, revealing more and more of the gleaming wet pinkness of her hungrily alive cunt. A long tremor curved her spine and sent little shock-waves of pleasure curling out to the very ends of her fingers and toes and she was aware of a red blush suffusing her face. Involuntarily, she flexed her trembling vaginal mound, forcing the searingly sensitive flesh of her pussy against the furiously working length of Harvey's wet tongue.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnn…" she sighed ecstatically as spasm after spasm of mounting pleasure convulsed through her. Oh God, it was good, this licking and slavering at her cunt. She had no idea it could be so good… why had she waited so long to experience it?
Harvey sensed her acceptance with excitement. He knew that she couldn't hold out for long, not the way she was now. Sometimes she hardly seemed like the same woman to him. She was absolutely voracious now that he had awakened her, and her appetite was equal only to his own. He felt proud of his protegee and was glad that she was accepting this oral form of lovemaking.
Diligently, he continued to thrust his stiffened tongue into the darkness of her writhing pussy, until he came into contact with the burgeoning bud of her erect little clitoris.
"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh…" Betty sobbed, her hips grinding helplessly against the bed, as he trapped the erogenous little bud between his teeth and began to titillate it with his swirling tongue. He could feel it hardening and stiffening under his swipes, and could feel the furious pulsating of the blood through it too. Then, finally, he released it and searched lower with his tongue, trailing it along the fluted edges of the inner cunt-lips, brushing playfully against the star-shaped pussy-hole.
Betty's body was moist with perspiration, and she was mewling incessantly. Her ivory thighs clamped viciously against Harvey's face, holding him against the tingling plane of her vagina as the sensitive flesh of her pussy rimmed his nose and mouth. Her nipples felt taut and stretched in passion, and her lips were dry and parched. She seemed beset by a feverish shuddering, and knew that what she was feeling now was a completely new kind of excitement, totally different from anything she had experienced before. She moaned again as she felt Harvey's expertly darting tongue flick eagerly at the clasping edges of her pussy orifice, tantalizing them almost beyond belief.
Then, suddenly, Harvey stiffened his probing organ and without hesitation rammed it headlong into the churning passage of her cuntal sheath.
"Oh God…aaaarrrrrhhhh…" Betty cried as she flailed her buttocks wildly as a reaction to the new, weird sensations. Almost immediately, her inner channel began a hungry clasping and milking of the buried tongue, almost pulling it out of its moorings in its greedy attempt to assimilate it completely. Harvey continued to thrust wildly in imitation of fucking, stabbing with the pseudo-phallus, rotating it in the grasping softness of her wet, steaming pussy.
He worked slavelike up between her outstretched legs, his face bathed in moisture, his furiously licking tongue slavering as he sought to give her the maximum pleasure. He could feel the tremors that were emanating from her frenzied, lust-demented cunt vibrating throughout the length of her creamy, lithe body, and her entire frame shook and undulated with the convulsive spasms of her passion.
Betty was in ecstasy. Her incoherent moans filled the room and her hips were thrashing wildly against the bed, her inner vaginal passage contracting rhythmically around the wet, slippery tongue sawing in and out. She was sure that she must climax soon, but yet, she wanted this incredible experience to go on forever, even though she knew she couldn't bear the unbelievable intensity if it did. Vaguely, she was aware of the door opening, and realized that Jean must have come back. The thought that perhaps the other woman was watching her in this lewd, wanton pose did not disturb her; in fact, it gave her a thrill of added illicit pleasure.
Sometimes, she could hardly believe that she herself was the same person as she used to be. Her mind had seemingly enlarged to accept all variations of physical pleasure, and she was ready for anything. Harvey had taught her that anything that felt good and exciting between two or more people couldn't be bad, and she agreed with this tenet. She just couldn't understand how she could have allowed herself to go on as she did before, living a sort of half-life. She was aware of new movement on the bed, and her brain quickly assumed that Jean had sat down beside them to get a better view.
But, in the next minute, events happened so quickly that Betty wasn't aware at first of what was happening. She realized with sudden apprehension that Jean was moving closer to her, and then she was aware of a moist, pulsing warmth over her face, which moved inexorably closer, until… Jean was actually sitting on her face!