Betty Gets Her Big Mac

We kissed tenderly and then she kissed and licked all over my face in a most sensual moment. We held each other and I thought to myself that this is as good as life gets. A man and a woman, so in tune with each other, so joyous in each other's flesh. I wasn't prepared to say or think the "L" word but it was a spectacular feeling that we shared.

"I guess it is an acquired taste," she concluded when she was finished cleaning my mustache. "But I think it is time for you to get out of the hot tub and cool off, Mac."

Knowing what was coming, I climbed out and sat on the very edge of the tub with my balls and semi-hard cock hanging over the edge. I thought to protest that she didn't have to feel obligated but after what we had just done, I did not want to inject my inhibition into the moment.

I confess to have been somewhat wary of the act of fellatio. My dick had been in a few mouths but it had never before been an entirely satisfactory experience. The women who had attempted the act had always conveyed some sense of obligation, reluctance, or unfamiliarity that put me off. I had never been convinced that my lover really wanted to do it for the purpose of physically or emotionally pleasing me. It usually became mere obligatory or by-the-numbers foreplay; no joy for me except to the extent that it got me up for another fuck. Of course sometime it had the opposite effect if the woman was particularly awkward.

As a result, I had never asked for it and found it mildly uncomfortable. Those men who say there is no such thing as a "bad blowjob" are either still fantasizing about a first time they have never had, or they place no value on the emotion of the act. Of course, those same men probably think there is no such thing as a lousy fuck either. Anything that is warm and wet and gets their cookie will do for them.

Such delicate sensibilities I have! But that does establish the setting for what was about to happen. I feared it would spoil the evening. I was wrong. I don't really know whether Betty knew her way around a stiff dick or whether she just wanted to know mine, but she blew me away.

Spreading my knees to position herself on the bench in the tub about mouth high to my groin, she grasped my cock with both hands and contemplated this hardening tube of flesh with a shy smile. She softly squeezed and pulled on it before putting the crown in her mouth to suck me to final rigidity. After glancing up at me to express her satisfaction at my response, she began to lick the shaft like the proverbial ice-cream cone. There were long licks up and down, pausing to swirl around the glans at the top, as I groaned my pleasure.

Then she dipped her head to my scrotum, licking the sac and kissing the balls gently. Again, I don't know whether it was a practiced technique or a moment of inspiration presented by my long, loose, hot gonads, but when she pulled the whole sac into her mouth and began to roll my balls around with her tongue, I was quickly transported to heaven. Locking her eyes into mine, she rolled my nuts over and under her tongue, twisting them around in her wet mouth, putting me in addled mind of Captain Queeq with his steel ball bearings. And all the while, she sucked just hard enough to put me on the edge of pain and fear that she would break the delicate string-like tubes that tied them to my body.

No one had ever made love to my testicles, and certainly not like that. It was such an exquisite sensation that I shall never forget it. And it wasn't just foreplay. Betty obviously enjoyed the sensation in her mouth.

"I just love your balls, Mac," she whispered when she finally withdrew them from her mouth with a "plop."

And then she went back to work on my penis. Taking me about halfway into her mouth, Betty firmed her lips over her teeth and rapidly moved up and down, squeezing over the knob, pausing after each 2 or 3 piston strokes to swirl the sensitive glans with her tongue. At the same time she gripped the lower half of my cock with one pulsing hand and rolled my balls between the fingers of her other hand.

In just a few minutes, my shaft and sac were soaked with her saliva. When it was tickling and dripping off my scrotum, she shifted to another technique that was equally mind blowing. Holding the crown in her mouth while she sucked and swirled her tongue, Betty grasped my wet rod in both hands and began what I could only describe as a reverse corkscrew motion up and down the smooth shaft.

I don't know how I didn't cum almost right away from these loving efforts. Like so much of this extraordinary evening with Betty, I was in uncharted territory and I suppose I didn't know how to react. No woman had ever before made love to me like that in my life. No one had ever led me to believe that she really enjoyed sucking my cock, that she adored having it in her mouth, that she wasn't just trying to impress me or fulfilling a quid pro quo.

I closed my eyes, lay back on the deck with my feet in the water and surrendered my jewels to Betty's voracious mouth and tender hands, listening to her harsh breathing through her nose and the wet slurping sounds emanating from my groin. I felt sensations quite unlike those naturally provided by a wet vagina, designed as it is for a clasping embrace of ever centimeter of my manhood. Betty was playing a symphony on my dick, utilizing pieces of the orchestra that I had never heard from before, and I loved her for it. Again she made me feel like a god, the god of penis, at whose altar she enthusiastically worshiped.

"Cum for me," she said, as her hands worked energetically to replicate a cunt.

I could have floated along indefinitely with this incredible pleasure but that brought me back from the clouds. I wasn't close to orgasm and I didn't know why. Perhaps it was because of my earlier explosion into her warm body, or perhaps because I didn't want the emotional joy to end.

Whatever the cause, it wasn't because Betty was not giving me the most spectacular blowjob of my 29-year life. I began to feel selfish and guilty. I was receiving this amazing pleasure and giving nothing back to my lover. And just as I had sometimes thought of my ejaculation as a tribute to my lover, I began to feel that I was withholding Betty's reward.

The more I thought of that, the farther away my orgasm went. After another 5 minutes, I sat up and pulled Betty's face from my cock to share a slow, wet kiss.

"I'm sorry luv, but I have never cum from a woman's mouth before," I explained. "You have given me the greatest gift imaginable, unlike anything I have ever experienced before in my life, but now I think I'd like to fuck you again."

I lifted her up onto my chest and lay back, shifting to the side to get our feet out of the hot water. I guided her hips over mine and pushed my erection between her thighs.

"I love this position but you must promise to tell me before you cum," she whispered into my mouth. She rubbed the crown up and down her slit and then sat down on it with a groan. Her copious love juice allowed my complete entry on the first plunge.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, Mac."

It took her a little while to find the right angle of her hips to allow her to hump me without banging her cervix. But once she did, she began a slow, delicious ride up and down my nearly bent dick, grinding her clit against my pubic bone at each pass. I gripped her ass cheeks in my hands, pressing into the crease and nudging her anus as I pulled her down on me. Her eyes locked on mine, closing only at the end of each down stroke. It felt like we were fucking each other with our eyeballs. Whatever this chemistry was between us, I had never enjoyed a cunt more than I did hers that night.

I knew I was going to cum soon and I stopped worrying about it. Betty was getting as much pleasure as I was, so I no longer felt guilty. I just lay back and enjoyed this lovely woman on the end of my cock. Her nipples were turgid and her moaning was incredibly hot.

We both wanted to kiss so she adjusted her position to lie on my chest with her legs closed over mine. I couldn't thrust as far into her but I could thrust hard without going too deep. Hard in and slow out, all the while kissing her lips which felt as wet as her pussy.

With the exquisite blowjob she had given, I was ready to cum before she was but I didn't hold back. "I'm close," I gasped.

She quickly moved off of my cock, kneeling on the deck as she grasped it in her hands. When she sucked the head into her mouth, sucking her juice as well as mine, I lost it. My groan warned her to back off and I exploded the first shot onto her cheek almost to her eye. The second spurt hit her upper lip, and the rest dribbled out over her milking hand.

My euphoria was boundless. Betty was doing things that I had never known before and I loved it. She smiled at me with my white cream dripping off her chin and a drop in her eyelash.

"I didn't think you had that much left, Mac," she giggled as she carefully daubed the semen from her lash. "You guys love this don't you?"

"I can only speak for this guy, who keeps getting wonderful surprises from you, but "like" is not a word that does justice to shooting my load all over your face," I said.

I meant jocular but knew there was an intangible there even if I didn't quite know what it was. Betty had taken my essence, my seed spurting onto her cheek and mouth for me to admire. She had sucked her juice off of my cock. Both of those things had never happened to me before and I was joyous, almost giddy. Why? Was that degrading or disrespectful to her or any woman?

She proceeded to play with my sauce, spreading what had oozed over her hands and the shaft onto my balls and abdomen, with some for my nipples and hers, all the while staring at me with a mischievous grin. I reached out to her lips to wipe a drop of splooge away and leaned in to gently kiss her. If she could stand the taste, so could I. It seemed like the least I could do to thank her for the joy.

"Another acquired taste I guess, huh?" I said.

"Not really. At least I never have. But then I don't do it for the taste," Betty smiled.

I reached out to carefully wipe the semen from her eyelash and then the rest of the mess on her cheek as she pushed the cum up from her chin and licked around her lips, with a happy show of "good to the last drop." And then I understood my joy and hers. The intimacy of tasting and swallowing each other's juice, the compliment that "I want anything you produce", the passion to share in the other's pleasure. I realized that my last orgasm was less a physical sensation than a reward for her love and adoration of my penis. Like a child, I was proud of my show, safe in the feeling that Betty was applauding me. How easily I reverted back to a little boy instead of the conquering, powerful man, when this woman had convinced me that she loved my cock.

Maybe there was something to this love Betty had described. I had never felt so uninhibited with a woman in my life.

"Why is your cock still hard, Mac?" she asked as she continued to stroke and lick my slimy dick.

She let go to show me and I was pleased to see my shaft gleaming in the moonlight as I flexed my groin muscles and waved it back and forth. The crown was quite deflated and flaccid, but the shaft was as hard and long as when she first sat on it. Like so much else that night, we were writing on a blank sheet of paper in my life journal -- another of many firsts.

"Actually, Betts, I have no clue. Sometimes my dick can be a bit of a donkey, going its own way without the least conscious control by me. Hard when I'm embarrassed and don't want it hard; soft when I want nothing more than to drive it into a receptive pussy. We are making this up as we go along tonight but I am sure that you have everything to do with its current condition. I prefer to think of it as refusing to retreat for fear it will not get another chance to be inside you again."

"Then he shall have his reward," Betty giggled as she swung her leg over me. "I was close before and I'd like nothing better than to have you fuck me some more, lover."

With her back to me, she centered the smaller knob under her opening and slid her dripping cunt down easily. "Oh, yes," she sighed.

This was too good to be true. I had just spurted all over Betty's face and now I got to fuck her again. Or rather she got to fuck me. Does life get any better than this?

I didn't have a lot of feeling in my dick at first but I had an awesome view of her cunt riding up and down my shaft in another first, the reverse cowgirl. And I got to see her little brown starfish, winking at me with each down stroke. I was mesmerized as she did all the work, shifting her hips forward to control the depth and riding the end of my penis against the front wall of her vagina.

"Your cock is sooo hard .... Fuck .... Ahhh .... I love it .... So close," she murmured as she shared her pleasure with me.

I could not tell whether the white stuff coating my dick was hers or mine, but I loved looking at our union. I had been massaging her ass cheeks and couldn't resist that ass. Coating my fingers with our goo, I rubbed some around her anus and began to press one finger into her ass.

"I like that .... Don't stop," she whispered as her breathing quickened.

I began to feel my glans again filling with blood and wondered how long I could last with her controlling the pace. And then she pulled another courtesan move. Betty pulled my still very loose and long scrotum against her pussy, rolling the balls alternatively against her clitoris. That put us over the edge as I sat up to thrust into her and extended my finger all the way into her anus.

Her screech and my groan may have woken the neighbors. Mine wasn't a big climax but hers was. For me it was almost like a continuation of the previous one but my gonads were drained to be sure. Betty's release started from the earlier fuck and seemed to overwhelm her. She fell forward and I fell back to catch our breath.

"God, you're incredible," I gasped.

When my heartbeat had neared normal, I sat up to lift her back onto my chest. In the process, my now very soft penis slipped from her vagina and I reveled at the flood of our juice onto my pubic hair. I crossed my arms over her chest and squeezed her hard. The smell of her hair in my nostrils was distinctly Betty's and added another sensory prick to the overload I was experiencing.

No words had been spoken for a long time when I rolled us over into the hot tub to soak some more. She was as a small child allowing me to cradle her and shift her around to sit on my lap. She finally opened her eyes and leaned in to kiss me tenderly.

"I don't think I've ever done sex like that or at least too long ago to remember," Betty said. "The fantasy was better than the reality. Much better."

"Well, thank you, but my effort was ninety percent inspired by you, Betts," I replied.

"You were marvelous, Mac, but that's not what I meant," she said with a chuckle. " I mean I don't think I've ever gotten so into it. Wanting you inside me, to capture you in me, to be possessed by you -- by a long, hard penis. Maybe I'm getting older, but the metaphysical experience of intense fucking is new to me, a revelation. Sex is wasted on the young, you know."

"Tonight, it has not been wasted on me, Betts. I can only think of one other time when it has been this intense for me. Maybe I am beginning to understand this thing that can be between a man and a woman, so much more than friction and orgasms. And I think I am beginning to see what you were talking about earlier. I don't know what tomorrow will bring but thank you for tonight."

"Nobody has ever called me "Betts" before. My given name is Elizabeth, you know. I think I like it. Call me Betts from now on, whenever you want to fuck me," she said quietly.

"Then you will get called Betts a lot. After tonight, I can't imagine not wanting to fuck you," I said as I squeezed her to me.

She sighed, "I'm not worried about tomorrow. It will take care of itself. Even if I never see you again, this night will be one of the highlights of my life, Mac. Thank you!"

We drifted into silence, each thinking our own thoughts about this perfect evening. I continued to touch and stroke her soft body wherever I could reach. It was so very, very mellow to hold her almost weightless body in the warm water.

I did not have my watch on but I thought it must have been approaching midnight.

"I think we'd better be getting out. Jim will pick me up at 6 a.m. and I can't be late for the plane," I explained. "Can I scrub your back in the shower?"

"You can scrub anything you want, Mac," she giggled.

I helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel. The cool night air was invigorating and gave us some restored energy. Betty grabbed my ass as I replaced the tub cover. We laughed as I led her to the shower.

While waiting for the hot water to come, I watched her in the bright light of the bathroom. She had such a nice, tight body, even if she was self-conscious about her breasts. But she was not bashful about letting me stare at her. Another rare delight with Betty, a woman who was proud to have her lover adore her form and beauty. Some women are so used to hiding their bodies that they never quite enjoy sharing it with a man who they want to admire it.

Stepping into the warm shower, I grabbed the soap and began to lather her body. There is nothing quite as sensual as slipping and sliding my soapy hands all over a soft female body. Squeezing her bum, pinching her nipples, massaging her neck, running both hands down her crack and into her slit -- it is all wonderful. It is a wonder to me how, even in longstanding relationships, the simple act of bathing your lover can arouse erotic impulses. Every time, without fail.

It was now after midnight and I had had a long grueling week. Inexplicably, my prick responded as I kissed her while teasing her front and back with both hands, a finger in her cunt and one slightly into her backdoor. I would not have thought it possible after three voracious fucks but we were on a cloud that night.

Betty turned to begin washing me and quickly discovered my budding tumescence. Her two handed corkscrew motion brought me to a full stand as she looked down with a smile.

"Oh, my! I don't remember when I have ever been fucked three times in a night, let alone four," she whispered with a giggle. "Is this all for me?"

"It's all because of you, Betts," I replied. "It has been 3 years since I did four or more, and the last time took the attention of two women."

"Tell me that story some other time. Tonight, you have made me feel like the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world and Betts is going to fuck you again, Mac!"

She spent more sensuous time stroking my shaft and balls before moving around to my ass to return the favor. It was a strange sensation to have her probing my anus. Exciting, but not really pleasurable until she concentrated on the frenum between my sac and asshole. That definitely put a little more lead in my pencil.

"God, I could rub this hard cock all night. I just love the big vein on the top and that turnip head."

I was beginning to think of lifting her against the shower wall to plunge into her wet cunt. I was definitely not going to settle for a handjob with this gift from the donkey. But before I could move to lift her, she interrupted my line of thought.

"How about a Big MAC?" Betty asked coyly. "It would be so appropriate for the man and the moment."

The blank expression on my face as she reached up to kiss me let her know that I didn't know what she was talking about. She directed the showerhead to rinse my dick and then turned the water off.

"You know -- Mouth, Ass, and Cunt?" she whispered. "You've fucked my mouth and cunt. On this night of nights, I want you to fuck my ass."